#anyway I'm gonna go retreat into my corner now

[kaeviche]

Nobody look at me I am embarrassed 

Y’all can blame @hijacksecrets​ for putting this into my brain it wouldn’t LEAVE ME BE

#hijack #httyd #rotg #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #jack frost #Vampire au #tw: blood #the SHAME I felt drawing this #fun fact this is the first kiss I've ever drawn <3 #anyway I'm gonna go retreat into my corner now #myart

[huexuri]

listen!!!! subby hyuka getting horny on a party full of your mutual friends ;( he doesn't know what to do... should he just sit there and try to cover his hard on that popped only because earlier you sat on his lap when there was no free space on the sofa?? or should he go to the bathroom to quickly do what he has to do??? he's just a confused and embarrassed baby... good that you noticed his hard cock (that wasn't hard to notice tho) and decided to help him with his problem

speechless! shocked! shocked! anyways.... ill gargle on his cock if he asked me to

⋆ need a hand? (sub!kai x fem!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: sub!hyuka, dom!reader, fem!reader, mention of chaewon (lsrfm) eating blueberries😭, mention of ot5, praise, degrading, pet names (mommy, slut, good boy), orgasm denial

note: couldve just made this a hard thought but..... i love kai abit too much so slightly short fic it stays!

kai's been invited to a game night with your uni friends, so, of course you're coming too. you'd originally wanted to decline, but since kai loves games, why not accompany him? it's better than just rotting at home when everyone else is having fun at a party. he'd begged you to come anyway.

soon, you and kai are getting ready to leave. you're in a pretty little tank top and some comfortable jean shorts under your (his) favorite zip up hoodie. kai can't seem to take his eyes off you, and how hot you look when you're in his clothes.

"you look so pretty in my clothes, baby." kai said to you, smiling and looking you up and down while tying his shoes.

"don't get too distracted, hehe.. there's gonna be a lot of our friends around." you replied, playfully.

"what? i'm just saying... it's not like i'll ever get distracted.." he retreats.

despite kai subconsciously rubbing your thigh the whole car ride to your friends house, you both finally arrive as if nothing had happened.

the loud talking and lively atmosphere of the house greets you once you enter. there is already flashing lights and game music coming from every corner of the living room blasting in your ears.

you spot your best friend, chaewon, in the corner of the kitchen who's gobbling down bags of frozen blueberries on the counter while playing games on her phone all by herself. seemingly in her own world, totally oblivious of your— or anyone's existence, you decide to approach her yourself as kai kissed you on the cheek before going off to play with the rest of his friends.

"chae!! i missed you!!" you excitedly walk up to her.

"oh my go—" chaewon puts down the bag of blueberries, "girl! i haven't seen you around!!!" she continues, with blueberries stuffed in her mouth. she runs to hug you and you return the favor.

"what have you been doing? you look so lonely??" you ask her like a worried mother.

"i'm fiiiine," she replies. "i've just been playing random games that i can find in the app store on my phone." she continues. "but where's kai? i thought you're always with him?"

"well, he's with, you know. yeonjun, beomgyu they all. i figured i'd find my own friends, but i do wanna sit around with him, maybe later or something." you replied, as that was the reason you'd came anyway — him begging you to come with him as it would be "too boring" without you.

"hm... well, why don't you go accompany him? i think ill be okay eating blueberries for now. i'll come find you sooner or later though!" she said, followed by a silence between you two, as she was looking at you with a smug face.

"what? why're you making that face?"

"don't get too freaky with him here~ hehe!! now go!" she nudged you playfully.

"oh my god— chaeeee!!!" you said while walking back to the living room, waving to her. you can hear her giggles as her focus goes back to her phone.

just as you try to find kai and his friends in this swarm of people, your phone vibrates in your pockets — 3 text messages from kai.

pengpeng💕🐧

:: where are youuu? I'm lonelyyyyyyyyyyy

:: i'm at the corner in the livingroom w a bunch of beanbags, come find me once youre done talking 2 chaewon okk?

:: love you&lt;3

"you're so cute.. coming!" you reply to his texts. soon you find your way to the 'corner w beanbags' and find kai, sitting with the rest of his friends.

deciding to go surprise him, you sit down on his lap without his notice, and he immediately puts down the controller to say hi to you.

"oh hey!! you startled me a bit!" kai said in between giggles.

taehyun and soobin greets you from across the sofa, and yeonjun and beomgyu waves at you. you wave at all of them back and motion kai to continue playing.

kai nods at you, and you just stay there, on his lap watching the big screen.

he doesn't think you realize that he's growing hard,, and that he's messing up.

you think that some of his friends realize as well — since they're giving each other knowing looks, some even giggling at the fact that he's messing up.

"yo, kai, get it together!" beomgyu looked him up and down, clearly indicating you on kai's lap.

"oh my goddd shut up, gyu!" kai scoffed as his ears went red.

you pretend that you didn't notice anything with a confused look on your face. acting oblivious, you slightly shift your position in his lap, making him sigh loudly. you grin at that, but of course you wouldn't let him see.

you then "excuse yourself to the bathroom", take off your jacket and place it on his lap — again, initially just to cover his boner, but you decide on a better idea.

outside the bathroom, you text kai to "bring you some toilet paper". he arrives at the bathroom with a few sheets of toilet paper in one hand and the other trying to hide his boner, just to see you waiting outside the door.

"what-what're you doing outside the toilet? i thought—" was all he could mutter before you slam and lock the door, bringing him inside the bathroom with you.

you grab the toilet paper from him and put it aside before kneeling down in front of him.

"w-what are you?—" he whispered.

"shh, you think i didn't notice? don't make a noise or people will hear us." you answered while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

"you noticed? i thought you..."

"how can i not?" you whispered.

pulling down his waistband, you see precum already seeping through the place where you can see the outline of his tip. now pulling down his boxers, his fully erect cock popped out and almost hit your nose.

you licked the remains of precum from his glowing red tip, warm on your lips. you give it a kiss, then slowly hollowing out your cheeks, opening your throat and dipping his cock into your mouth — taking him almost whole, but it was stopped by the feeling of his slit hitting the back of your throat. kai whined slightly at the feeling, and you had to give a squeeze to his thighs to remind him to be quiet.

you bobbed your head front and back while holding the base of his shaft and twisting it. kai placed a hand on your head for support as his knees were bending slightly.

"it feels s-so— mmh.... fuck.." he whispered, unable to control his moans.

you gave his cock a final lick before detaching your mouth from it and panting. you stroked it quickly and looked up at him for the first time after laying your mouth on him. he looked so fucked out, his hair was sweaty and his lips were twitching.

"do you want this or no?" you mumbled.

"p-please, mommy.. i'm sorry..." he answered, with a bit more caution this time.

"then shut up and take it, you slut. can't go anywhere without me having to fuck you, huh? huh??"

kai simply nodded. you sank back into him, now bobbing your head in and out at a faster pace than before, with each thrust being him hitting the back of your throat, his hips bucking due to sensitivity, strands of saliva connecting your lips and his stomach, and a bunch of little restrained sounds coming from him once in a while.

"s-shit,, i'm gonna cum."

you gagged on his cock to that, and instantly the sound made him pump streaks of semen down your throat, followed by little squirms and breaths,, squeezing your eyes, you swallowed every drop of him. you let go of his cock with a pop sound that left your mouth. both of you were panting like you'd both just ran a marathon — especially hyuka, who was red all over, and with a grip on your hair that seemed like he was gonna rip your scalp off. he slowly let go of your hair and pulled up his undergarments.

he zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. you stood up, brushed your clothing and gave him a final kiss before wiping your mouth.

"good boy. we're bringing this home." you whispered to him before leading him out of the stall and washing your hands. he could only nod at your words like an obedient puppy.

you both walked back to the living room, with the loud atmosphere booming in your ears once again. returning to the corner, you're met with all 4 of his friends looking at you both with expectancy.

"what took you both so long?" beomgyu asked with a smug grin on his face.

when kai doesn't answer,

"got the head you needed?" taehyun teased.

"n-no???, she just needed help with something." kai denys, his ears glowing red once again.

you continue to act oblivious and confused.

"yeah, just asked him for some toilet paper." you looked up at kai with the most innocent put on smile you've ever wore.

y'all both know damn right you didn't just ask him for some toilet paper.

#hueningkai smut #txt smut #xuri writes #xuri inbox #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai x reader

[idkwhattoputhereidontknow]

Child!Yuu in Twisted Wonderland!

Here is a little link if you want to know a little more about this Yuu. https://www.tumblr.com/Little Yuu ideas! \^o^/ This is just how I think it would go when my Child!Yuu enters Twisted Wonderland!

"Yuu?"

"YUU?!"

A familiar voice snapped Yuu out of their thoughts. "Yeah?" Yuu says lifting their head to make eye contact with the owner of the voice, Yuu's close friend, Ava, "Ya gonna eat that?" Ava is pointing at the roll on Yuu's lunch tray, "Cause if you're not, I want it."

"Oh....I'm not. Here you go." Yuu says passing the roll to Ava, only for her to turn back to they're other friends at the lunch table, ignoring Yuu once again...This was the routine that happened every day since Yuu and her friends started middle school. They wouldn't talk to Yuu unless they wanted something then once they got it, they would completely ignore Yuu like they were a ghost. No matter how many times Yuu would try to speak they would just get ignored over and over again...I can't really blame them it's not like we're in the same classes anyway, so it's probably just a bit awkward trying to talk to me. Is what Yuu would tell themselves after the cycle repeated itself.

Maybe I need a breather...? Yeah, I should go wash my face or something like that. And with that thought, Yuu excused themselves from the lunch table to use the restroom. "I'll be right back guys." As Yuu got up from the table not a single one of their so-called friends responded, they didn't even give Yuu a glance or a nod, just silence. Almost like Yuu didn't even exist in their world.

Yuu took one of the bathroom passes off an empty table and retreated to the restroom. Much to Yuu's relief no one was in there. It was just them, all alone. They stood in front of mirror and a sink, looking at their reflection before they splash their face with some icy cold water. Even with the freezing water against their face it still felt uncomfortably hot...Geez, Yuu. Ava just asked for some bread that you knew you weren't going to eat, so why are you so upset? Yuu couldn't quite understand why they were feeling so...yucky. The nasty warm face that they only got when they were having anxiety, not to mention the empty pit they felt in their stomach. Maybe it was from the fact that they haven't really eaten anything today or maybe it was also from this uncalled-for unease.

Well, whatever it was, Yuu knows they can't stay in the bathroom for too long or the teachers will come to check on them, and they can't have that, now can they? I guess it's time to head back. Once Yuu dries their face off with the top of their shirt, they turn to head out of the restroom.... Why is my vision so blurry? Everything Yuu sees starts to contort and blur into each other. Yuu also starts to sway from side to side slightly in a zombie like mannerism.... Ouch my head! What's happening..? Before Yuu had the chance to balance themselves everything went black........

.

.

.

.

Once Yuu opened their eyes all they could see is black...? Huh?! Did I go blind!? No, no, don't be overdramatic, Yuu. I'm sure you'll be fine. Once Yuu attempts to calm down at this weird situation, they slowly moved their hands in front of them to get a feel of their surroundings. Their hands press against a wood like wall that felt cold to the touch causing Yuu to wince back. Seriously where am I? Before Yuu could think another thought-

BANG

BANG

The sudden banging quickly made Yuu back up into the corner of this cramped place. What the hell was that?! As Yuu thought, there was another voice that was coming from outside the box Yuu is trapped in. "I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for a size! Mya-ha!" As soon as the voice finished speaking blue flames engulfed the area around Yuu!

"AHHHH!!!" Yuu quickly shut their eyes tight and covered their face with their arms, "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice says in a surprised voice. Since Yuu didn't feel any fire burn them, they slowly pecked their eyes open, still keeping their arms over their face. Yuu could now see the surrounding area outside the box. There were floating coffins running along the sides of the room with a large black mirror hovering over the floor in the middle of the room. Although, the thing that immediately caught Yuu's attention was a small grey cat standing on its hind legs in front of Yuu. The cat also had blue flames just like the ones before coming out of its ears with a pitchfork tail! Why does this seem so familiar...? Yuu glances around the bizarre room once more before it finally settled in.

"Am I in Twisted Wonderland..?"

Hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever I just made is called. I don't know if I'm the best at writing, but I at least tried, right? Oh, and I'm going to start working on those requests I asked you guys for now. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x child yuu #twst x yuu #fanfic #What else to put? #Ummmm #twst yuu #child!reader #Child!Yuu #I think that's it! #Oh #Wait! I forgot #Have a great day!!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[cowboylor]

meet cute

you need an emergency boyfriend and ross happens to fit the role.

warnings: language, creepy men? in uncomfortable situations?, implied alcohol consumption, fake dating blurb yay

wc: 1.5k

note: this was just for giggles but i'm gonna post it. cheers! :)

Your life mantra is not to wish ill will on anyone but—

“Bet you we could set up your crypto account tonight. Hell, even chicks like you need to get in on this.”

Fuck this guy. Absolutely fuck him.

You're trying to be positive; trying to look for any part of him that you think you can stomach. But you hate his hairstyle and the way the gel clings to it like a different entity. And you don't like his voice when he talks over you. Or the trickles of spit that spew out of his mouth when cutting you off.

Worst of all, the more time you spend listening and narrowing your eyes the more trapped you feel.

It wasn't exactly your friend's fault for finding someone exciting and she had to make a swift exit with them through the back door. In any other setting, you'd commend, even applaud her for getting laid but now—

Todd is here. Or Tim.

You're barely tipsy but can't recall his name for the life of you. But he doesn't seem to mind; talking your ear off about his bitcoin investments and how his independent company is finally taking off after years in practice.

You bring your glass to your lips, muttering sardonically, “Even chicks like me?”

He grins. “Certainly.”

Fighting off a snort, you set your drink on the bar top. You busy yourself with anything to avoid more small talk; checking the time on your phone, scrolling through old emails, and even jotting down a few miscellaneous items for your grocery list.

When have Friday nights become this cruel to you?

“Then, how ‘bout it?”

You perk up. “Sorry?”

He stands by your side with a toothy grin and an eyebrow raised that makes your stomach churn.

You avoid his eye again out of habit, laughing uncomfortably as he steps closer to you to press his shoulder to yours.

“Us taking this somewhere else.”

You blink.

The word 'no' threatens to spill out of your lips, along with 'eat shit' and 'not in this economy' but alas—you're silent and shifting your eyes uncomfortably again because you are not too sure any of those options would deter him anyway.

He barks a laugh and your face warms.

“I need to make a call.” You end up saying before quickly retreating to the other side of the bar.

He lets you go with a raised glass and smirk.

You wander over to the corner. You try calling your friend once before the voicemail comes and you're cursing lowly. Glancing up at the exit sign, you weigh your options quickly before looking back across the room.

You watch as Todd, or Tim, picks up his draped coat from the bar top and tops off his drink with one last swig.

Shit.

Your eyes skirt over rows of people. Past the obvious bachelorette party that you could realistically get lost in and get a shot of tequila out of it. Past the pretty bartender with a sleeve of tattoos, and past the middle-aged man who sports a green cardigan over his button-up.

The door of the bar opens and you're walking over before you can think twice.

“Babe!” You jeer loudly and then immediately close your mouth.

'Babe' is tall and looks kind, which is already enough to rival Tim (you're ninety percent sure it's Tim). He checks behind himself, craning his neck to see if anyone is behind him because you definitely couldn't be talking to him. He lets out a sound of surprise when you clash into him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you awkwardly embrace.

“Can I ask a favor?” You say in a hushed voice, peering up at him through your hug.

“Uh,” He opens and reopens his mouth before landing on a simple, “Sure?”

“Need you to be my fake boyfriend,” You say, resisting the urge to roll your shoulders in disgust at the way it sounds. You glance over to Tim. “Please?”

He follows your line of sight, before immediately wrapping an arm around you.

“Been looking for you!” You gush loudly.

“I'm here now,” He assures, letting you grip his shoulders like you're taken with him.

And partly, you are. With your face buried into the front of his coat, you can't help but notice how good he smells. Woodsy is the word you land on before he's tapping his index finger against your lower back until you whip around to face Tim's furrowed brow.

“Oh,” You breathe out.

You shift, detangling limbs from your fake boyfriend's body to lean into his side instead. Awkwardly, he rests his arm around your waist.

“This is my friend,” You say to him before your eyes flit back to Tim.

He nods before extending his hand. “Ross.”

Good to know. Really good to know.

You watch as Tim undecidedly takes his hand before roughly shaking it. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you open your mouth to explain an early exit.

Tim interrupts, “Are you two–”

“Yes!” You both say.

Tim’s gaze hardens. “Oh.”

He looks indecisive; as if debating whether or not he wants to say something more that could possibly get him into trouble. He would if Ross wasn't here—or if Ross happened to be a foot shorter. Yet, Tim just purses his lips and nods.

“We would love to stay...” You trail off before glancing up at Ross.

He catches your look. “But we have plans.”

You nod enthusiastically.

Romantic ones, you want to quip to really drive it home. You settle for a hand on his chest to get your point across.

“Right,” Tim says, eyeing you directly. It looks like he finally gained enough courage because he takes another step closer to you. “So no–”

“Have a good one, mate.” Ross interrupts, stepping in front of you.

You're only able to exhale when he retreats to the other end of the bar. Then, you're reactively stepping away from Ross and his gaze is falling to the hand that held you by the waist.

“Thank you,” You say like you're out of breath. He looks up at you with a smile that would put any other person at ease, but for you, it has you screwing your eyes shut in embarrassment. “And I'm so sorry."

He laughs. “For what?”

“I'm sure you didn't expect to be terrorized when you were just coming here for a drink,” You explain in rush, your words running together in an effort to get them out all at once. “I got ditched and trapped and none of that was going great—”

You know you sound like a case, but Ross listens to you go on until you’re sighing and looking at him apologetically again.

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” He frowns when you say it again. He hesitates before adding, “I’m just glad I didn't get throttled by anyone.”

You blankly stare, eyes running up his stature. “You would’ve been fine.”

His eyes light up.

“Saying I could’ve taken him?” He teases.

You laugh quietly. “You’d have a fighting chance.”

There's a brief pause of silence between the two of you that has you thinking this is where it ends. Before Ross ends up bidding you a quick goodbye and making his way to his group of friends or painfully informing you that his non-fake girlfriend is waiting for him at the other end of the bar top. You're prepared to apologize again, the "s" word is on the tip of your tongue—

“What’s my girlfriend's name?”

Your mind stutters momentarily, and you look at him in surprise. He's peering down at you and you realize your assumption that he looked kind was completely accurate. His eyes fucking radiate it.

You give him your name and hand sheepishly.

“Can I walk you to your car?” He asks after, still holding your hand. Then he nods to the bar, “Or buy you a drink?”

You chuckle shyly. “Shouldn’t I buy you a drink for what I put you through?”

“If you’d like,” He shrugs. “If that gets you to stay.”

You spare a look away from Ross to survey the bar. You can't see him anywhere but your eyes still skirt over every bar seat just to make sure.

“I'll hold your hand the whole time,” He adds lightheartedly, following your eyes as you glance around the room. Then he quips a quiet, "Don't think he'd try anything anyway."

“Boyfriend of the year,” You muse at him with a smile.

You swear tints red at this but you don't linger on it too long, letting his hand brush yours as guides you back to the bar. He ducks his head down, murmuring something along the lines: “Would be a pretty shitty one if I didn't.”

#*bratz movie* EWWWWWWWWW #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 imagines #*my writing

[artzzyb00-27]

{💜Cursed Knowledge💜}

Donnie is preciousness embodied. That's it, that's the trigger warning.

No secret that Donnie and reader where close friends. More than he was than April or closer to any of his brothers. They shared everything ever since they met. No specific reason, other than they enjoyed each others presence. Science geek who rambles, and a clueless motherfucker who doesn't understand yet listens anyway.

Best duo the gods could have possibly created. The brothers knew this, everyone knew this. It became a running joke that if one of them wasn't around, the other wasn't either. And if they were, 'Where's you friend?', or in some cases, "Where's that one kid?"

It wasn't something that bothered Donnie, just that the repetition became overbearing at a certain point so he would just ignore the person who said it the most recent. Expect for Splinter, who had special privileges on the joke.

However one day, reader had not come down to the lair like usual, and didn't come around for the following week. Just as the turtles were gonna go search for her, she showed up and explained that work had been a pain and she didn't have the energy to come around. A fair reason to avoid social interaction, except Donnie didn't think so. It's a common theme with reader that despite being told to go to sleep and take care of herself, she would be stubborn and still make time for the turtles. Specifically him.

He tried mentioning it to the others but they either ignored him, or said that he was just sad his girlfriend didn't make time for him like always. Which, wasn't true. They weren't dating, but that didn't stop Don from getting embarrassed and retreat to his lab in defeat. At some point, Leo had caught onto what Donnie was saying.

"She's eating less than before Leo! She normally eats like she's alone at home and binge watching The Office!-" While ridiculous and humorous reasoning, his genius brother wasn't wrong. Reader had no shame before in eating the amount she wanted. Usually a lot, and due to metabolism, and her taller than average height by a few inches, she rarely gained weight.

Now she began claiming that she was full or had eaten before hand. Sometimes just flat out said she wasn't hungry. She began to look more exhausted too. Normally looking a decent amount of tired from working three twelves at a warehouse and gaining more than plenty for a small one bedroom apartment in New York.

"Hey Don, have you seen reader?" Mikey asked barging into the lab with a gaming controller in one hand. Raph came in the room right after and took note of the serious air.

"What's going on?"

"Donnie thinks somethings wrong with reader."

"This is news? She likes pineapple on pizza." While Mikey looked at his brother baffled.

"Hey! I'm a key defender of that preference!"

"Thought you didn't have one?"

"Not like that, meathead!" rolling his eyes Donnie stood up.

"Listen, she's not acting like normal. At least her style of normal. It's making me worried. I mean, when's the last time she actually sat down with Mikey to play video games. That's why you came in right?" the turtles nodded and began to think. If Donnie was right, they'd have to corner reader and make sure she didn't get defensive.

"How do we find out what's up?" Mikey asked. Making a reasonable question that should have been the first step to finding out what the problem was. Donnie sighed and hung his head.

"No clue, anytime I try to ask about her she shuts me down and tries to ask about my projects."

"That's bad?" Raph questioned, surprised his nerdy brother didn't want someone to ask him about his work.

"No, but our talks normally weren't about specifics. It was more just random occurrences."

While the conversation was going on, Leo had begun walking around in the room trying to think when his eye caught a glance of a shine near the edge of a leg of one of Donnie's tables. Going up to it and grabbing it, he realized it was a mini camera.

"Hey Don, is this yours?" he asked already showing worry.

Donnie looked over to his older brother and saw what he was holding. Going over to inspect it, he became confused.

"No, that's not mine. Guys?" he asked his other brothers but they shook their heads. Then Leo crushed it, making the other three jump a little at the sudden action.

"I think you're right about your friend Don. Look," he took one of the broken piece of the bite size camera. A piece with the Foots' symbol on it. Raph and Mikey were staring at it like an infection, while Donnie looked like he wanted to throw up.

"What's going on?" a familiar voice came from the door, making the turtles freeze and look over. Reader was standing at the door with a weird expression. Questioning smile, but her eyes held something else. Something that could only be described as fear.

"I'd like to know the same thing reader." Leo said showing the symbol on the broken piece making the reader lose the smile and back up slowly. As the turtles started moving towards her at a similar pace, she tried making a break for it to the exit of the lair. Running after her the turtles blocked off all the exits making reader stuck in the middle of the living room.

"Why'd you do it!?" Donnie yelled, exasperated for this whole situation to be a sick joke. The reader didn't respond other than glare at him. His heart clenched in pain, he didn't want to believe it. His best friend, probably the only person who understood and put up with him, betraying him and his family.

She grabbed something from her pocket and threw it towards Mikey. A knife, that quickly was struck away by his nunchaku. 

"Did any of those movie nights or hangouts on top of the estate mean anything!?"

She gritted her teeth and went towards Donnie, and went to punch him. It landed due to Donnie being to in shock. When she threw the next punch, Donnie reacted this time and swung his staff at her throwing her towards the wall. Falling to the ground, she grunted in pain and went to stand up.

"I thought you wanted to be my friend. But I guess you only made those jokes during breakfast because it was the easiest way to let my guard down. Not cause you actually cared."

She stood up from the ground and bent over in pain, leaning against the wall with one hand. The turtles went up to close her in but she tried attacking Donnie again. This time more prepared, he picked her up with his Bo staff vertically and pinned her against the wall making her thrash slightly.

That is until Donnie noticed something in her neck. When his brothers approached he told Leo and Mikey to hold her up. He grabbed one of Raphs' Sais' and poked the spot. It was something hard liked plastic. He cut it out carefully, which was hard due to making her thrash around anxiously. Once the device was out she fell asleep and they put her down and quickly too her to the medical room.

Once the wound was disinfected and patched up. Donnie got to inspecting the device implanted in her neck.

"I think the Foot put this into her. Not sure why. It doesn't seem like a tracking device either so we're safe." Leo sighed in relief. He didn't want to wander and find a new home.

"Think you can connect it your computer?" Mikey asked, and received and noogy from Donnie in praise. Though it wasn't appreciated by the youngest brother. So that's what he did. Worked all night, but he was able to convert it to a USB and connected it to his computer. A new file was uploaded onto the desktop.

"'Information on Renaissances' Projects'" clicking on it, it was a lot of voice recordings of conversations of reader and Donnie talking about possible future improvements to the lair, battle shell, and Turtle Truck. Leaning back into his chair in astonishment he clicked off of it and deleted any record of it on his computer before smashing the USB.

A few hours later, reader woke up groggy from the 14 hour nap she took.

"Mornin'." Donnie greeted sitting in the chair next to the table she was sleeping on.

"What the hell happened? Dontron?" he chuckled at the nickname and began to explain.

"What do you remember? Anything before or during the event."

"All I know is, I was on my way to the lair when a group of Foot ninja knocked me out. After that it's black." Donnie nodded in understanding.

"Leo thought you betrayed us. Honestly so had I. Sorry for thinking that,"

"Meh, can't say I'd do any different. Thanks Don." Donnie nodded and stood to get supplies to check up on the cut he gave her. "Did you think that bringing up my favorite memories with you would snap me out of it?" Donnie blushed while reader slightly giggled.

"To be fair I thought my best friend just betrayed me and sold me out to the biggest evil in the city." that made her laugh more and he smiled softly in response. After a stream of continued apologies toward the turtles and others, she still felt bad. Donnie didn't mind, for one he found it funny. And now he had a new test dummy for projects April and Casey didn't want to try. He'd say Vern wouldn't do anything either, but the guy actually found it fun sometimes.

If you think that Raph and Mikey didn't use this to make fun of reader and called her a kiss-ass, you'd be wrong. And if you think she denied it? You'd also be wrong, she embraced the title fully if it made up for what happened. Even if it wasn't her conscious fault.

#bay tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2014 #bayverse tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2016 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse turtles #bayverse tmnt fanfic #tmnt 2014 #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #bayverse donnie #bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt oots #tmnt out of the shadows

[doumadono]

Hey, been followin' you for a minute now, but I gotta keep it low-key, you know? Shyness and all 🙃 Anyway, I'm about to hit you up with the silliest emergency but it would mean the world to me. So, here's the deal — I'm a full-blown adult, but storms freak me out, man 😖 The wind howlin', thunders crashin', and lightning flashin' — it all messes with my vibe. Can I get some headcanons or a drabble with Dabi comforting the reader (preferably female as I identify as one)? Yeah, I go by she/her pronouns. Thanks in advance 🙂

And big ups for keeping those emergency reqs open 24/7. You're doing a real solid by helping folks out, even with the small stuff like writing. Much love for that, seriously, Marcianna (I like your nickname btw 😍)

A storm - Dabi x Reader

A/N: much love right back atcha, dear Anonnie! Gotta keep the emergency hotline open for all those in need out there - I'm here to help, whether it's for big emergencies or just a little something to brighten someone's day. Your appreciation truly warms my heart. If you ever need anything or just want to chat, don't hesitate to reach out🌟

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

The night hung heavy with the ominous rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning. In the cramped quarters of the League of Villains' hideout, Dabi couldn't ignore the distant sobs that echoed through the wall. He recognized those sobs; they belonged to a girl, a fellow member of the League.

Concern etched across his features, Dabi pushed open the door to her rooms, the rusted hinges groaning in protest. There she was, curled up on her bed, a bundle of nerves. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her face as the storm outside waged its chaotic symphony.

Dabi hesitated for a moment before his ever-present apathetic facade softened, replaced by a genuine concern that few had seen. He leaned against the doorframe, his voice low but surprisingly gentle. "Hey, Y/N. What's eatin' at ya?"

She flinched at the sudden intrusion but looked up, tear-stained eyes meeting Dabi's piercing gaze. "I-I hate storms. Always have," she admitted, her voice shaky. "Just messes with my head, you know?"

Dabi's expression softened a fraction, an understanding glint in his eyes. He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to her bed, sitting down beside her. "Storms can be a real pain in the ass," he muttered, his tone surprisingly empathetic. "But hey, it's okay, it's not like the storm will hurt ya."

She managed a weak smile, appreciating the unexpected comfort from her usually aloof comrade. Dabi, sensing her unease, draped his arm casually over her shoulders, offering a silent gesture of support. The distant thunder continued its relentless assault, but within the confines of their makeshift sanctuary, a sense of camaraderie began to bloom.

"Look," Dabi started, his gaze fixed on the flickering shadows dancing across the walls. "It sits here," he tapped your temple with his index finger. "It's nothing but an irrational fear. A little thunder ain't gonna hurt ya."

She chuckled softly, wiping away a lingering tear. "Never thought I'd see the day Dabi turns into a motivational speaker."

Dabi smirked, the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly. "Well, stranger things have happened, haven't they?"

As the storm outside raged on, Dabi continued to talk, his words a steady stream of distraction.

Eventually, the thunder began to wane, the storm retreating into the night. The girl's tense shoulders relaxed, and Dabi gave her a subtle nod. "See? Storm's over. You made it through," he remarked, his tone light but reassuring.

She sighed, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over her. "Thanks, Dabi. I appreciate it."

Dabi shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "No problem."

And in that quiet moment, as the last echoes of the storm faded away, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found an unexpected ally in the unlikeliest of places.

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[dewdrop-writes]

From the ashes

Hiiii so....I'm back....kinda!! I'm gonna try to work on this and some requests but also I'm gonna be doing university entrance exams soon (animation and screenplay writing) so if I disappear in the beginning of July that's why! Other than that...enjoy?

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cw: mentions of past injury, reader has a bit of a breakdown?

The room around you chilled, a sudden wave of shivers running through your body in jolts as you faced the man before you.

The corners of his lips twitched upwards awkwardly.

"Good morning," he spoke, leaning forward in a mockery of a bow.

Your gaze darted around the room rapidly, going over possible escape routes, but before you could force your frozen body to move, you were stopped by a warm hand upon your tense shoulder.

"It's alright, your Grace. He's on our side," you heard the low voice of Diluc speak behind you. You glanced at him, briefly focusing on the warmth lingering on your shoulder.

He was quick to retract.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you." He walked towards Kaeya, head held high and a barely hidden distaste lingering on his face.

"He insisted on meeting you," Diluc added, pausing beside the other, yet leaving a considerable distance between them.

"I...see," was all you managed, awkwardly wringing your hands. You were unsure what to do. Or what to say. What was there to say anyway? He'd simply allowed for you to be sentenced to death, had he not?

"Would you like some tea?" Diluc offered, his crimson eyes studying your reaction with utmost care.

You briefly shook your head.

"I think I'll just go get some fresh air," you mumbled, swiftly turning around and hurrying towards the front door. The light robe draped across your frame flittered behind you as you made your exit, leaving two stunned brothers in your wake.

As you escaped the sudden confines of the house, you gulped in the fresh air as though you'd been denied it for eternity, eagerly inhaling the fresh scent of nature around you.

Why did you freeze up like that? Why couldn't you just tell Kaeya to leave?

You sank to your knees, allowing the wet grass bleed its moisture into the hem of your cotton pants.

Was Diluc telling the truth?

Surely, he wouldn't bring over Kaeya of all people just to mess with you.

You sighed, head swimming with jumbled thoughts.

Should you head back inside and hear Kaeya out?

Maybe, but you weren't quite sure you could. Not now, at the very least.

You stared up at the yellowed sky, the sun still climbing its way out from over the horizon. You sat back, paying no mind to the coldness of the ground below you, watching the colors bleed into the sky, watching the clouds draw shapes and tearing them apart. It managed to ground you, at least a little. Absently, you picked at the grass below you, carelessly plucking out blades and allowing them to regrow at your fingertips.

Finally, the front door creaked open behind you, and you could feel a rush of cold air slip out from inside. You flinched, already figuring who exactly was stood in the doorframe.

You glanced over your shoulder, confirming your suspicions.

Kaeya, looking apprehensive, took small yet steady steps towards you.

You were quick to rise to your feet, your gaze falling upon the sheathed weapon on his waist. You were ready to retreat - ready to allow the woods to part for you, ready to flee even in this feeble state of dress.

Anything to escape reliving the experience you'd been greeted with.

He seemed to realize this, and with slow movements, he unhooked the sword, allowing it to clatter to the ground.

"Your grace," he spoke uncharacteristically softly.

Your eyes snapped up from the discarded weapon, meeting his icy gaze. You could feel the radiance of his vision from even where you stood as it seeped into every crevice of his being, leaving you covered in goosebumps.

"Kaeya," you managed to utter, your body tensing up.

"My apologies for...well, everything," he spoke quietly, casting his gaze to the ground as a bitter smile overtook his features.

"Okay..." your brows furrowed. You weren't quite sure what to make of this. What to make of him.

"But know, I would not turn my back on you so easily-"

You cut him off.

"But you did. You did exactly nothing when everyone was ready to kill me." Your words were dripped in the rage that you'd buried deep - the betrayal of your favorites abandoning you, the pain of the wounds inflicted upon you - all of it seeping to the forefront of your mind.

And suddenly, you could no longer hold back your thoughts.

"I was locked up - people hunted me for sport! Look at me!" you hissed, motioning to your bare legs - to the golden lacerations littering them. "And you're saying you would not turn your back on me?"

A disbelieving smile forced its way onto your face, more reminiscent of a grimace - all teeth and spit.

"You're only saying this now. Now that I am this Creator or whatever! But you were all but ready to kill me along with everyone else!" Tears sprung into your eyes, threatening to spill and clouding your vision.

You choked back a sob as you turned away, unwilling to let him see you crumble so easily.

"Your grace-" he reached out a hand towards you, one that you were quick to flinch away from.

"What?!" you snapped, the first hot tears streaming down your face like an angry river.

"I get why you're angry," he started, running a hand through his hair - a motion that wrought a flinch from you. He grimaced, lowering his hand slowly.

"But I assure you - even when I had no idea who you truly were - I had no intention of letting....that happen to you."

You bit down on your lip, closing your eyes briefly to close the floodgates pouring down your face. A metallic taste slowly bled into your mouth from your lip, forcing your eyes open once more.

Hesitantly, you brought a hand to your lip, dabbing at the spot your teeth had just worried at. Golden liquid coated your fingertip, the sight of which briefly grounded you.

Kaeya said nothing throughout, watching you with a concerned frown.

"It sure seemed like that," you managed to say at last, wiping away the golden ichor into the pants of your sleepwear, leaving behind a metallic stain that spread into a golden spot on the white cotton.

"I know," Kaeya sighed, taking a step closer.

Exhausted, you stayed still, playing with the leg of your pants, observing the shimmer of the stain glisten in the golden hues of the morning.

"But I had to. Had to play along so I could help orchestrate your escape the next morning."

At that, you froze - feeling the icy frost of his vision wash over you.

"What?" you snapped your gaze to meet his, your shoulders tensed as you bore into his visible eye.

There was no sign of the usual trickery hidden behind sweet smiles and teased words. There was a childish sincerity within the depths of his blue eye.

"It was no coincidence that the guards were distracted and someone just happened to drop the key," his lips tugged upwards as he spoke, drinking in the surprise on your features.

"That was you?"

The smile morphed into a smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not."

A nervous laugh spilled past your lips.

"Wow...I...thank you..."

"You're very welcome, your grace. I didn't know it was truly you until last night though, if we're being honest." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I feel foolish ever having doubted it."

You shook your head, tears once again spilling across your cheeks.

"I don't care about that. What matters is that you helped me. I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for...you, I guess."

You thought back to that night - the early hours of the morning. Having wept yourself to sleep the previous night, haunted by nightmares throughout the few winks of sleep you managed to get - coldness seeping into every crevice of your being.

That was when it had happened. A loud commotion - shouting - the falling of footsteps.

And a sudden, fateful clatter of something hitting the ground near your cell.

Something that glinted under the light of the flickering torch on a nearby wall.

Something shaped like a key.

You had scrambled to your feet, ignoring the soreness coursing through your body in jolts, ignoring the chafing of the darkened welts on your body - grasping between the bars. Reaching - desperately - for the item.

And then you had snatched it.

The ticket to your freedom.

As you fled the city, you had been surprised no one was immediately on your trail, but you'd been too grateful to whatever god had granted you this mercy to truly think that hard on it.

Now, it seemed much less like a simple coincidence.

You took in a shaky breath, before stepping closer to Kaeya.

Before he could react, your arms looped around his waist - your body colliding with his hard chest as you buried your face within it.

Kaeya's whole body froze, his arms held up in surprise as he stared down at you.

"Thank you," you whispered again, voice raspy as the tears seeped into Kaeya's clothes.

You released an awkward chuckle, before backing away. You used the sleeves of your robes to dab at the shimmering tears still lining your eyes, before taking note of the stunned man's shirt.

"Sorry about that...and for suddenly hugging you," you laughed nervously, feeling anxiety crawling back up your throat.

When you finally felt brave enough to look Kaeya in the eye, you were surprised to see the man's cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink.

"No....that's...more than fine..." he muttered, suddenly finding the ground interesting as his gaze was glued upon it.

You released another nervous laugh.

Before either of you could say another word, the door creaked open once more.

Your gazes snapped towards it in unison, being greeted with the somber face of Diluc.

"I'm very sorry to disturb, your grace - but breakfast is ready, should you want any."

You stole a glance at Kaeya, whose features displayed a subtle annoyance, before diverting your attention back to Diluc. The crimson pair of eyes was glued to Kaeya, a similar, yet more poorly hidden, expression had taken seat upon his features.

"Um...yes, breakfast sounds good...." you spoke nervously, causing both men to focus their attention to you. With a small bow, Diluc stepped aside, allowing you entry into the house. Kaeya followed suite, shutting the door behind him.

As you sat down for breakfast, a new tension had thickened the air. One between Kaeya and Diluc. You picked at your food quietly, eyeing the two men sat on either side of the table as you had been seated at the head. There appeared to be a silent battle raging between the two, if the flames in their gazes were anything to go by - and you were somewhat intimidated by the prospect of interrupting.

Still, the two managed to wring themselves free of their silent battle of wills, as you took the last bite of your meal.

"So, what's the plan next, your grace?" Kaeya asked, propping himself up on the table with his arms, leaning closer to you.

You frowned.

"Next?"

"Well, we can hardly allow the situation to stay as it is. I doubt you wish to live a life of shadows - hiding your true nature and cowering before those that treated you unjustly?" his tone was light, but there was a menacing glint in his eyes. Something rebellious, hidden underneath the pleasantries and rule-abiding of being a knight of Favonius.

You bit at your lip.

"I don't know..."

Diluc cast you a sympathetic glance.

"There's no hurry to do anything, you're more than welcome to stay here as long as you'd like."

Kaeya laughed bitterly.

"It's not like you to tuck your tail between your legs and hide. Besides, didn't you seek me out to make sure the others pay for this?" He motioned out the window. "Teyvat is already punishing the world on your behalf. Now all you need to do is rise like a phoenix from the ashes - or something like that." He cast you a playful smirk.

You ran a hand through your hair.

"Well...I suppose I would like to let the others have a taste of their own medicine...at least a little bit."

Kaeya grinned, baring his teeth like a chesire, ready to pounce.

"Then, allow me to gather up a few allies. Trust me - not all of Mondstadt is against you."

You shot him a shaky smile.

"Alright."

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[sulky-valkyrie]

I am a completionist so how about "things you said with clenched fists" for Alistair/Carver?

Happy Friday Mel! It's a bit completely pre-relationship for the pairing, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! for @dadrunkwriting

It was the first full night’s sleep Carver had managed to get in… weeks, probably.  The bed was too small now, but it was still a bed, and therefore an improvement over cold hard ground or no sleep at all.

And now it was getting interrupted by bullshit. 

“Those damn Wardens lived!”  his brother shouted, slamming the door open.  “They’re fucking here right fucking now.”

“Language, Garrett!” his mother yelled back.  “Carver is trying to sleep!”

This is why I left.  He rolled over and covered his ears with the pillow.  It didn’t help at all.  Garrett and Leandra just kept harping and sniping at each other, getting louder and louder as they told each other to shut up.

“She’s not so bad when he’s not home,” Bethy said apologetically as she slipped inside.  “Too much of Father in him, I think.  Makes her sad and mad all over again that he’s gone.”

“I’m sleeping,” he grumbled.

She snorted.  “Liar.”

"Fine, I was sleeping," Carver sighed as he sat up.  "Now I'm up. And going out."  To see these damn Wardens for myself.

"Mother's making breakfast."

"Not hungry," he lied.  He pulled his boots on, dropped a quick kiss on her forehead, and ruffled her hair.  "Be good."

She frowned.  "What're you up to this time?"

“Just want to see if Garrett’s shouting is true.”  I’ll figure out the rest later.  Leandra and Garrett were still arguing in the kitchen as he crept past.  Same shit, different day.  A war with the bloody darkspawn was practically on their doorstep, but Maker forbid either of them ever let the other have the last word.

Once he was in the yard, he took a deep relieved breath.  If the Wardens were alive, maybe things weren’t so grim.  Ostagar had been a nightmare, and Loghain’s orders to retreat still baffled him, but he was just a soldier, not a tactician, and he hadn’t been on that hill.  Maybe there had been a legitimate reason to leave the vanguard to be slaughtered, but he doubted it.  And he certainly didn’t believe they’d killed the damn king.

Now, if I were a Warden, where would I be?  Carver wandered the edge of the village aimlessly and tried to figure out if he was happy to be back at all.  It was nice to see Bethy again, but it had barely been a day and he was already tired of everyone else here.  Peaches especially.   The girl doesn’t know when to quit.  

A shout caught his attention.  Darkspawn here already?  He rushed around the windmill and grabbed the first thing that might pass for a weapon that he saw: a rusty pitchfork.

“No, you’ve got it all wrong, we’re -”

“Nah, we done heard what they said in the tavern: you’re Wardens.”

Carver came around the corner just in time to see some of the people from the refugee camp forming up into what he could only consider a mob.  The big blond human he’d seen talking to the Warden Commander in Ostagar before everything was holding his hands out placatingly, and the dwarf next to him pursed his lips sourly and flexed his fingers.

“And if we are?”  he asked, pushing the bigger man back.

“I dunno if you killed the King or not, but, Maker forgive me, I don’t care; that bounty could feed the lot of us and get us enough horses to actually get away from this blighted place.”

The blond shook his head.  “You don’t understand, we’ve got to -”

“Cut the shit, Alistair,” the dwarf said.  “They can’t hear us over the clink of gold.”  He cocked his head.  “Innit that right?  Bet you’d let us go if we paid you, right?”

The leader of the group tilted his head.  “You got money?”

The dwarf spat at the ground.  “Nah, just a fuckin’ duster.  Don’t have nothing.  But you don’t either, and you ain’t gonna get your hands on my nothing, cause it’s mine.”

“Nughumping piece of - oof!”  He collapsed in a heap at the dwarf’s feet, clutching at his belly and wheezing.

Everyone went still for a full ten seconds, then chaos broke out.  Wardens or not, there was no way they could handle twenty people by themselves.  Carver waded into the melee, knocking heads together, tripping them with the end of a pitchfork, and occasionally, kicking someone in the balls.  If they had any sense, they’d say down, but if they didn’t, that was their stupid-ass choice to make.

Knuckles connected with his cheek, spinning him around in nearly a full circle, and it was only the pitchfork that kept him from going completely ass over tea kettle: he slammed the prongs into the ground and hung on for dear life as he waited - prayed - for his vision to clear.

“Hold it, Alistair!  He’s on our side, the dumbass.”

Carver managed to blink his eyes back into focus just in time to see the blond man freeze, fist pulled back and ready to possibly knock his head right off his shoulders.  “Oh.”  He unclenched his hand and offered it sheepishly.  “Sorry about that.  Hard to see who’s on what team when no one’s wearing a uniform, y’know?  Tourney’s are much better for this sort of thing.”  

“Let me come with you.”  The words were out of his mouth before his fingers even touched Alistair’s palm.  The suddenness of it should’ve surprised him, but wasn’t that the whole reason he’d been out here in the first place?  The army was gone, routed and scattered, and the darkspawn were coming.  

“Um.”  Alistair glanced back at Nati.  “This is a bit complicated.”

“Shards, the fuck it ain’t.”  Nati pointed at Carver almost accusingly.  “You was at Ostagar, yeah?  Got that look.  Like you seen some shit.  Like you know what we done.  What the Teryn says we done.” 

He shook his head.  “The fire was lit.  You didn’t do shit.  I mean, you did.  You did what you were supposed to.  The flanking charge just never came and we were left to die in the valley.”  He swallowed.  “There’s… there were hundreds of them.  Thousands.  And if they’re coming north, Lothering is as good as gone already, even if it’s still standing.  I can’t stop that.  I can’t even convince my family to run.”

Nati tugged at his hair thoughtfully.  “You think we’re gonna save ya?  Save this?”  He waved his hand at the village.

“No,” he answered firmly.  “I don’t expect anyone to save me from shit.  But I can do more as Warden even if I die tomorrow than I can waiting here for the darkspawn to burn us out.”

“I can’t promise nothing,” Nati warned him.  “I can call you a Warden all you want, but that don’t make you one without the Joining; Duncan’s dead and we don’t have the shit to do it.  Can’t  promise nothing but shitty food -”

“Hey!” Alistair complained.

Nati ignored him and kept going. “- shitty food, shitty sleep, and probably shitty death.”

Carver grinned with a strange fatalistic relief.  “I said I was in the army, right?  Feels like home already.”

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[glassmarcus]

The Rogue Lite Mexican Stand Off

*All games played in January 2023, Written in November 2023

I've had a backlog of Rogue Lites I planned on checking out for years now. This list keeps growing and I've accepted that I'll never reach the bottom. So I decided to knock out the three I felt were at the top of the genre at the very least. First I played Hades, a title I wasn't super psyched to try because I'm not a huge fan of isometric angles in games. But word of mouth overcame that doubt and I gave it a shot anyway. And yea, the game is aces. I was not led astray. Second on the docket was Rogue Legacy 2. I knew I was going to love this game because of how much I loved the first. To zero shock, I loved Rogue Legacy 2. Last was Dead Cells. A game I was interested in because I heard it be compared to Dark Souls at one point. What got me to finally buy it was the Castlevania DLC which I had to purchase because I'm a huge shill. By the way this game is also pretty good.

I see why this gallery of Rogue Likes are praised so highly and I enjoyed my time with them immensely... But which one is the best? I tried to place them all on the same level in my mind, but that's not how I operate. There needs to be a clear pecking order. A hierarchy must be established and that's exactly what I will do here. I'm going to pit these three Rouge Lites against each other and see who comes out on top. And no, I will not stop using the terms Rogue Lite and Rogue Like interchangeably. I know they are technically different things, but they sound far too similar for me to care. All games that expect you to complete their procedurally generated adventure in a single run are Rogue Likes/ Rogue Lites. That's the definition I'm using here.

In one corner of this Rogue Like Mexican stand off is Hades. Hades is a mechanically efficient masterwork of roguish progression. Not a single aspect is wasted and unpolished. You look at the weapons you get and might think "oh, there's only six of them" only to realize that they only made six because you only need six. Every weapon is completely fleshed out and has its own advantages over others. Swords deal high damage and take out a lot of enemies at once, but require putting yourself in risky situations. The Bow is weaker but safer as you can attack from anywhere in the screen. The Spear is somewhat of a jack of all trades, not as much range as a bow, not as much power as a sword, but enough of both to be worth using. Shields take a different approach in being a middle man by having its normal attack be melee and it's special long range. Fist and Guns act as the gambling man's version of the sword and bow. With Fist, you can get a lot of damage in when you're close, but it's harder to gauge when you should retreat. With Guns you can get way more hits than with the Bow, but you also have to manage your ammo and if you lose count you'll be shit out of luck.

I gotta say, there is no clear best weapon to use. I like the fist the best because obviously I'm gonna gravitate towards the punchy one the most, but I can't say it's strictly better than the others. And I came to this conclusion by naturally trying out every weapon. Hades attributes a point bonus for a random weapon in each run. These points can be used to permanently upgrade yourself between runs. So you have to decide if you want consistency with the weapons you are used to, or invest in the future by trying something new and getting potentially more points. Its a great way to incentivize variety and exploration of the mechanics of the game. The weapon options don't even end there as you get the ability to permanently upgrade your weapons after you've probably found a favorite. And these upgrades can substantially change the way you play as they aren't merely damage increases, but diverse effects that you can take advantage of to great result.

This game could just have these weapons and be perfectly great, but what takes it to the next level are the mid run upgrades you'd expect from any rogue like. Boons, the power gifted from the gods, are what really counts in getting you strong enough to claw your way out of hell. When you understand the advantages of your weapon, the permanent abilities you've acquired, and the effects boons can have, you can figure out which boons cynergize with you the best. As I stated prior, I was a Fist Aficionado. A weapon that hits fast and requires you to get in and out of enemy range. So when I picked boons that worked well with that, I got outstanding results. Abilities that decreased enemy attacks were my go to, because I knew I was going to get hit so I thought I might as well make it hurt less. And figuring out that build myself was when I really started to mesh with Hades. At first I wasn't getting any of the mechanics, flailing around with my standard attack until I dodged. But as I progressed it only kept feeling better to me. They introduce new combat options and improve the old ones. I think the game went from decent to incredible once I got a second Cast.

Cast are such a beautiful mechanic. Somehow both great for single target damage and Area of Effect depending on what boon you choose. But no matter which you choose, it changes the flow of combat due to the fact you have to pick that shit up. Keeping your rhythm despite cast not recharging automatically is the heart of why combat feels so good to me. Calls and Specials are great, but the real heroes are Cast, Attacks, and Dashes. In my experience, that’s actually the order I prioritize these moves. Your cast always have some effect that influences how you attack so that comes first. Then you attack to take advantage of what the cast does. While attacking you are dodging to stay alive. And then the cast wears off and they are left on the ground. And now you must use your attack and dash to navigate through enemies and pick up your cast so you can start the whole thing over again. Once you get into that flow state and start incorporating specials and calls into the equation, the combat of Hades becomes something truly special.

On a gameplay level this is brilliant. And you know what? The story ain't too bad either. Most Rogue Lite stories aren't something to write home about as far as I've experienced. After all, they are kind of the junk food of video games. Short and sweet experiences that don't have time to make an interesting story. Hades is built a bit different. Every run you do progresses the story and everything you do is canon. Games have been explaining away respawning for decades now, but I think this is on a different level. Characters acknowledge the things you did in prior runs. Story lines are moved through both success and failure so there's a palpable sense of progressing delivered in multiple ways. There's dating sim elements. And every character is hot. The story of Hades doesn't just work well, it works in a uniquely video game way. The setting of Hades is roguish in both thematics and mechanics. It's all about taking failure on the chin and accepting any help you can. It drove me to play it even more than I normally would have and made each run unique. It drove me to play it even after I beat it. This game’s story doesn't conclude until you beat it 10 times and I’m not upset about it one bit. You can customized each run's difficulty in a variety of ways after you beat it to add new rewards and content.

It really is a near perfectly crafted game in its genre. The only thing it drops the ball in is music which is a bit underwhelming. Don't remember a damn thing from it. And I've heard praise for the OST too, but it appears to not be my bag. It worked for what the game was going for and it matched the environments well, but it didn't stick with me the way I'd prefer an OST to stick with me. That's really is the only issue about the game I can conjure...but if it was clearly the best one of the three, I wouldn't be writing this.

In the second corner we have Rogue Legacy 2. Rogue Legacy is the inverse of Hades. Its narrative foil in a way. They are both games about overcoming impossible odds with the help from your family and end up being equally powerful despite going separate routes with this premise. Hades is based around Nepotism. You get to know your uncles and cousins throughout the game and your bonds with them push you forward. As such Hades is a more character driven narrative due to how large and important the supporting cast is. The cast in Rogue Legacy 2 is potentially bigger, but they're mostly all the same character. The Premise of Rogue Legacy 2 is that each run follows the latest heir of a family sworn to conquer an evil castle. When you die, you play as your offspring in the next push through the castle. It's a different character technically, with a different class and unique attributes. But one thing is maintained between the end of your last journey and the beginning of your new one: Your Bank Account.

If Hades is about Nepotism, Rogue Legacy is about Inheritance. Your character is given every advantage their predecessors were given and then some, assuring the next generation grows up stronger. Rather than death being equated to a minor setback, it's given real narrative consequence in a way. Every failed run is an echo of your past self. And it's cool that their efforts aren't going to waste. You are carrying the weight of your entire bloodline on your shoulders and it makes it all the more gratifying when you get to your points of respite. It's not as interesting as the standard well written game story, but it's just as powerful as one. When I beat the game and saw 100+ ancestors given their due credit, I felt that shit.

None of this is authentic by the way. Every bit of this was executed in Rogue Legacy 1 prior. The thing is, the sequel is better than that game in every conceivable way that it overwrites its very existence. I'm not exaggerating one bit when I say that there is zero reason to play the first game anymore. I get that it would be embarrassing for a game about improving over generations to not be way better than it's predecessor, but Junior didn't have to go this hard. I'd go as far to say that the first area of Rogue Legacy 2 completely encapsulates the experience of the first game. Everything beyond that point feels fresh and new. So for the remainder of this essay, Rogue Legacy only refers to the second game. It's such a large improvement to an already good game.

Rogue Legacy works because it's unabashedly brutal. Your hit boxes are so small and the enemy hit boxes are so big. Damage values are obscene. Enemies are around every corner and are relentless. Conquering this game is supposed to be difficult so it is designed around failure. It's not fair, but doesn't pretend to be. Your goal is rarely about accomplishing shit on your own and is more about fostering a new generation. Sewing seeds for the future. This game has six areas you need to conquer before gaining access to the final boss. Areas that you can access in a non linear way. It's essentially six separate Rogue Likes glued together. After you beat one area, you can still revisit that area in future runs, only the boss is permanently dead now. Once you've built an heir capable enough, you have the freedom to make short runs where you B-line to the boss or long runs where you scrape each prior area before the showdown. The draw of Rogue Legacy lies in how unlikely it is that you beat it in under a few dozen runs, but because every single run you failed in built towards your eventual victory, it is all the more satisfying.

Rogue Legacy is a game with an insane number of mechanics. Classes, armor, seals, equipment load, bank interest, skill trees, artifacts, upgrades and the list keeps going. Rogue Legacy takes Search Action gameplay and implements systems with the breadth and complexity of a 60 hours long RPG. And it functions perfectly because this is going to be a very looooong game, so the player has time to understand how the systems interact. Unlocking a class you can vibe with and figuring out which abilities and equipment optimize well with it is one of the many joys of Rogue Legacy 2.

Classes define your initial weapons, skills, and spells and additional stats. Class skills and stats basically determine how you're going to play. Weapons are important too, but the skills and stats can't be swapped out the same way weapons and spells can. And much like any craft, they can be improved. You can level up classes by playing them and defeating enemies. This incentivizes focusing on a single class that you've grown fond of so that their base stats will improve. But the random character generation limits your choice in the matter. It forces you to choose different classes. You're always making the best with the hands you are dealt, similar actual genetics. Classes aren't the only thing randomly generated in character creation. Each heir has a genetic trait that has a benefit and drawback. You can be born as a dwarf with shorter weapon range, but makes more money per chest. You can start off with a character who falls slowly, making some sections easier and some a nightmare. Every aspect of build creation of this game has a push and pull.

The armor you buy in this game increases your defense but the set bonus combination for said armors can give you extra stat or ability modifications. Seals are exclusively ability modifications guaranteed to make the game more fun to play with reliable effects. Artifacts fulfill the same purpose a lot of the time, but they are objects you find within the castle runs themselves. Having the right class, armor set, artifacts, and seals can make for a devastating build that will get you far in your adventure. But it's never that simple. Everything in this game has a cost. Armor cost money and ore to make and their weight fills up your maximum armor equip limit. Seals cost money and blood stones and have their own equip limit as well. Artifacts cost resolve and maybe re-rolls to get the best ones, and your resolve lowers if you have too much armor. The lower your resolve gets, the lower your Hit Point Maximum gets, making the character’s stats themselves a form of currency. Nothing in this game is simply handed to you and you have to do everything yourself with the small loan of 1 million gold your dead father gave you.

These systems and how they interact push this to being a phenomenal game, but they wouldn't mean anything without fun gameplay and that is something Rogue Legacy has in spades. Movement is the best part of this game I feel. It really leaned into the Metroidvania aspect. You get powers throughout the game that make world traversal delightful, and become even more fun when you have seals to build off of. Not many games let you do a quintuple jump into a triple air dash, but Rogue Legacy is one of those games. No mechanic you are given is that complicated as they are simply extensions of what you can already do. Attack, Magic, Skill, Dash, and Jump are basically the whole of the gameplay. Just fine tuning those things makes it satisfying to master. But there is one aspect added in this sequel that felt so natural I forgot to list it.

The Spin Kick. The spin kick is essentially a Duck Tales pogo. But you don't get that much height from it. But what it loses in height, it makes up for in surface area. You can spin kick basically any thing in this game so long as long as it's physical or electrical matter. Enemies, projectiles, weird candelabras, are all spin kick approved. Think Cup Head parry, but exclusively down ward, which doesn't seem that great, but it's a platformer essentially. You are jumping a lot. It's really not that different from attacks coming from the side when you are in mid air so much of the time any way. This platformer parry is utilized throughout the whole game to making interesting level obstacles and boss patterns. It is the unsung hero of this game and 3 playthroughs later, I'm still finding joy in executing it.

It's very hard for things in Rogue Legacy to overstay their welcome. Even the procedural level design remains fresh. Lots of variety in the rooms. It's not only a series of corridors where you have to kill enemies in a generated mini level. Some rooms are puzzles. Some are platforming challenges. Some are gauntlets and mini bosses. Some are purely story related. Also the 6 level motifs are distinct both visually and how they are designed. Level 2 almost entirely horizontal while the last area feels like a true dungeon crawler due to how dark and dangerous it is. I wasn't kidding before. Rogue Legacy 2 is 6 Rogue Legacy sequels stuffed into 1 game. And the post game adds another layer to that variety. One of the best parts about a long dev cycle is that entire trends go by in the middle of it. And because of that the creators can be given new ideas. Rogue Legacy blatantly takes the same post game ideas displayed in Dark Souls and Hades and injects it into itself. Rogue Legacy waited until the last moment to turn in its homework and then unabashedly copied off its classmates for an easy A. And god bless it for doing so. With the scaling and customizable difficulty, expansion of rewards and enemies, and completely unique bonus challenges, I'm gonna be playing this one for a long time.

So clearly I enjoy these two games a lot. But what about Dead Cells? What does it bring to the table? What can it do to stand up to these titans. Well. Honestly not much. If Hades is Angel Eyes, and Rogue Legacy is Blondie, then Dead Cells is Tuco stuck in the stand off with an unloaded gun.

Dead Cells is a good game. It looks better than Rogue Legacy. I might enjoy the gameplay more than Hades. But that's where the advantages end. And I'll be honest I haven't spent enough time with this game to truly have scholars opinion on it, thus I can’t write paragraph about its design. But that's kind of the problem. I beat this game in 4 runs. I'm no god at gaming. I'm slightly above average on a good day. The fact that I stumbled upon the ending of this game so early is disappointing. Rogue Legacy, I died a hundred deaths before reaching credits. Hades took me around 14 to beat the first time. Dead Cells gave it away and it was so deflating. I didn't work towards anything. I just sort of won. I never even died to a single boss. Once I upgraded how many estus I could hold, the only thing that mattered was the pick ups I got during the run. I'm sure if I go back there is way more to the game, but after seeing the credits I kind lost all motivation to play it. It's not fair to the game that I did that, but that's how I feel and I got other things to do with my time. It’s too bad I had the idea of comparing these three games before playing all of them.

So it all comes down to Rogue Legacy 2 and Hades. Hades has untouchable presentation and succeeds in everything it attempts with grace in a way that Rogue Legacy 2 doesn't. I can't really break down why, there's an air about it that makes it feel more thought out and seamless. But...I value what Rogue Legacy 2 is more as a game and more over, as a Rogue Like. Sure I like 2D games more than isometric games, but even beyond that, Rogue Legacy has a layer of exploration that pushes it over for me. I find it far more replayable. Hades likely has more condensed quality, but the quantity of Rogue Legacy makes up for it, and quantity is a bit more important for the genre honestly. The depth in content for Hades lies more in the story after you've beaten it, while Rogue Legacy is more in the gameplay. There are more things to do and experience, so it has more value to me. It was likely obvious what my preference was due to how I wrote more about it and made that spot on Dollars Trilogy Reference, but I couldn't really hide it. It's just that damn good.

#dead cells #rogue legacy 2 #hades game

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

Here's my actual gift for @silver-ink-iron-words (because I accidentally made another gift which I'll complete and post later)

Thank you for writing "Clowning Around" 🤡 it brings me so much joy!

“Okay, here’s a fun new game,” the hero said. “It’s called ‘shut the fuck up before I lose my patience.’”

“I am literally the only person in this room who doesn’t want to be here,” the villain said. They rattled their handcuffs in the hero’s face. “And I am determined to make that your problem.”

“I’m trying to help you!”

“Help me? By kidnapping me?”

“How else was I supposed to get you here?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe ask nicely?”

“You would’ve come if I had asked nicely?”

“No! And especially not after this! Let me go, Hero, or I swear—”

“I’m doing this to protect you!”

“At this point I need protection from you!”

Hero took a deep breath. “Look. I’m sorry but this was the only way. I know Supervillain and Other Villain are- aren’t the nicest, I just can’t stand by and watch you throw your life away over there. You deserve so much better."

"I-I-" Villain was taken aback. But they then shook their head and got their previous gusto back, "I'll kill you, you lunatic! Just you wait!" 

Hero sighed. This was gonna take a while. 

—

"Look what I got you!" 

Villain was sitting in the corner dejectedly. They could hear the smile in Hero's voice but they didn't bother giving them a response.

"Look here, please? I know you'll like it!"

At that, Villain violently jerked their head up, "Get. LOST!" 

Then they did a double take. 

Hero was standing there with a cake and a carefully wrapped present. 

Villain stared speechless for a few seconds then scoffed, "And what is it now? Did you kidnap some little kid on their birthday?"

"No, silly. This is for you!" 

"Ohhh, my last meal kinda thing, I see, I see."

Hero sighed loudly. They then walked and sat near Villain. "Happy birthday, V." 

"It's my birthday?" Villain stammered "I-I-I mean it's not my birthday. You're mistaken." 

Hero gave a sad smile. "Maybe. But you don't know your real birthday, do you?"

"So? Birthdays are pointless anyway." 

"Yeah. But they can be nice," Hero held up the cake towards Villain with a nervous smile, "so happy birthday, Villain." 

Villain raised a brow but didn't move their hands towards the cake. "You are the weirdest hero I've ever had the displeasure of meeting." 

"I'll take that as a compliment!" 

"I'd rather you didn't." 

"But I will!" 

Villain groaned, making Hero chuckle. 

"Won't I get a knife to cut this cake at least?" 

"Ah-I wish you could. But I know you don't trust me."

"And whose fault is that?" 

"Mine. Yes. And I'm sorry." 

"So you'll let me go?" 

"I wish, " Hero said, placing the plate of cake on the floor. "But I know you'll go back to Supervillain and Other Villain, and they are just not good people. I just can't bear to see you get hurt by them." 

"You're too soft, Hero. That's just how it is. Comes with the territory. I'm a villain, you're a hero. You're surrounded by goody-two-shoes, I'm surrounded by the scum of the earth." 

"I don't believe that. Heroes can be bad and Villains can be good." Hero tried to place a hand on Villain's shoulder but their flinch made them retreat, "Maybe they rob the bank to donate to charity. Maybe they hack into a government facility so they can show the world their war crimes. There's good and bad in all places, Villain. Even me. Even you." 

Villain rolled their eyes and stood up, Hero followed suite. "You're such a weirdo. You're so soft. How are you not dead yet?" 

"Being soft doesn't mean I'm weak." Hero said firmly. 

"Yeah, it just means you're easy to exploit." Villain turned around, and shoved Hero backwards with each word, "A pushover. A doormat. Someone to step on." 

Hero had their back against the wall now, their lower lip trembling slightly. They squared their shoulders and looked Villain in the eye. "I'm kind, not a pushover. I know when I'm being exploited, I know when to say no. Just because I choose not to be aggressive doesn't mean I'm not assertive." 

They both stared at each other. Neither said a word for a long moment. 

Hero broke the silence. "Now," they gave a sweet smile, "I can leave your gift and cake here and you can enjoy them by yourself — which is fine of course, I like my alone time too — or we can spend your birthday together—"

"It's. Not. My. BIRTHDAY!" they yelled and pulled their fist back and aimed for Hero. 

Hero ducked and their fist hit the wall. 

"OW! You little—" but Hero jumped them before they could finish. When Villain opened their eyes they saw a focused Hero blowing into a tissue and dabbing their hurt fist. 

They didn't know if it was the warmth on their fist or Hero's peculiar reaction, but they forgot their pain for a moment. 

They eyed Hero skeptically, like they were examining some weird animal. Eventually Hero looked up. "Are you okay—" 

"What is wrong with you?" Villain interrupted. 

Hero didn't pretend to not understand the question, for which Villain was grateful. Instead they furrowed their eyebrows and looked down at Villain's fist still in their hand.

A few seconds later their question was answered with a subconscious tightening of their grasp on Villain’s fist, "A lot of things," they laughed, "but I'm not gonna bore you with the details," they looked up at Villain and gave them a smile that didn't seem all that fake. 

They didn't know what they were expecting from that question.

But certainly not that. 

—

Villain was free. 

Days of being kidnapped by the heroes had finally come to an end. 

They dramatically took in a deep breath. 

Yes, they were finally free. 

They could now go back to their old life, could go back to fighting heroes without being healed by a hero themselves.

They could go back- back to- to Supervillain and Other Villain.

They gulped.

Well, enough was enough.

They turned around to face Hero as a final goodbye.

"So....goodbye, I guess. I won't be missing you." Their chest squeezed. "I hope we never see each other again." 

Why did it feel like they were lying?

"I wish you the very worst, Hero."

They both just stared awkwardly for a moment. Villain was just about to leave when they were caught off guard.

“Join me,” the hero said, holding out a hand.

The villain let out a single surprised laugh. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“There’s good in you.” The hero took a step forward, then another. “And you have so much potential.”

The villain backed away. No one ever talked to them like this. Ever looked at them with such…hope.

It made them want to punch that dewy expression off the hero’s face.

“Keep talking,” they said.

Fin 🎁

I used @silver-ink-iron-words' own prompts (purple) from their masterlist for this. Here's the first one and second one.

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[twice-inamillion]

While the girls are all practicing for their upcoming concert and you are there monitoring them and some of them keep making mistakes so their choreographer decided to end the session for the day since it's almost dinner time anyways. After a few minutes of rest, Sana said "Should we all go out and eat somewhere? I'm hungry" since they are all hungry because of the nonstop practice which drained their energy Jihyo asked if they can eat outside, and you being their manager said yes since you were also hungry. Then all of the girls including you went for a team dinner at a BBQ place that is near Jihyo's parents'house so afterwards you can pick up the kids and go back home. When all of you got to the restaurant you asked the front if they had a seat for 10 people and so they led you to your seats in a private room for the 10 of you. Jeongyeon ordered Eonyang Bulgogi (언양불고기), Samgyupsal (삼겹살), Chicken Ribs (닥 갈비) and some Green Onion Pancake with Seafood (해물파천). While Jeongyeon is ordering food, Jihyo asked if she can get some beers as well, then ended up with Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Nayeon, Momo, Sana and Chaeyoung ordering all beer as their drink, while Mina and Dahyun and you ordered some Cola and Tzuyu asked if they had Makgeolli and when they said yes, the waiter said they had different level of how strong it is. "Uhm can I get the strongest level then?" Tzuyu said to the waiter. Everyone cheered Tzuyu and acknowledged that their Maknae is really an adult now. "Oooh Our Maknae is really grown up now huh?" Nayeon said while hitting her in the shoulders which made her blush and embarrassed so she covered her face with her hands while the girls cheered her. "Alright alright that's enough, let's eat I'm hungry" Said Momo while still smiling after teasing tzuyu. And so you all eat quietly because all of you are too focused on eating and not talking. While you were eating though Jihyo hit you on your shoulder while acting cute and asked you to feed her some Eonyang Bulgogi which made you smile so you picked some up and fed her. Which made Dahyun, Mina, Nayeon and Sana jealous and they all asked you to feed them too, which you forgot that you were in a relationship with almost all of them and since you wanted them to be happy and not jealous you decided to do the same to them and while feeding Mina she yelped because she burnt her tongue which caused you to reach for the glass of water Infront of you and when you reached for it, you and Jeongyeon touched each others hand because she were also reaching for the glass to give to mina and both of you looked at each other which she quickly break the contact and Jeongyeon quickly retreated her hand off yours and said "so-sorry, you-you give it to her" while trying to look away from you. You then grabbed the water and gave it to mina. "Thank you hon" said Mina, and you gave her a smile as a reply.

"Sorry I didn't mean it" you said to Jeongyeon beside you, which she said is fine while still trying to look away from you. When Jeongyeon looked the other way she saw Tzuyu drinking the Makgeolli which made her think of your cum from when she saw you and Dahyun going at it, first during her pregnancy and the other when you were having a good time at the garage which made her blush. While drinking tzuyu caught Jeongyeon looking at her at the corner of her eye and looked over. "Jeong-Jeongyeon Unnie are you okay? Your face is reddish." Which she said "huh? Ahh! Yea I drinked quite a few so my face is reddish" while forcing a laugh to not get any suspicion and clearing her throat. Then afterwards she got hot so she excused herself to the bathroom. "Sorry I'm gonna go to the restroom, excuse me." While talking to you and still not looking at you. "Su-sure take your time" you said.

When she went to the restroom, she locked the door and went straight to wash her face because her face is still red from thinking about your cum and your cock inside Dahyun. She keep on imagining her in that position instead of Dahyun, that thought kept her blushing and now starting to get wet from the thought of it.

After a few minutes she still hasn't left the bathroom which made the other girls worry if she's alright. So Jihyo asked Momo who's busy stuffing her mouth with food to go to Jeongyeon and ask if she's okay. With a mouth full of food she said "okay, let me drink first".

When she went to the bathroom door she knocked to see if Jeongyeon is fine. *Knock knock* "Unnie are you ok? You've been there for like 10 minutes, are you ok?" Momo says while knocking at the bathroom door. So Jeongyeon opened the door and said "yea I'm fine, I just had to dry my shirt because it got wet when I washed my face. So they both went back to their seat Jeongyeon feeling a little better from earlier. Little did everyone know the reason she was inside the restroom for 10+ minutes was because she couldn't resist the urge to finger herself from the thought of you inside her which caused her to moan loudly a few times before she tried to stifle her moans because she realised she's still out in the public fingering herself and when she was close to the sweet release, Momo came knocking on the door to the restroom she was in, which made her snap back to reality and stop even she was a few seconds away from cumming because she panicked she might get caught. So when she went back to her seat, she was hungry but not for the food but with something else much more delicious.

Add more, remove some or whatever, I just tried to write something connected to your storyline and it's my first time writing so yea, there

Thank you for the suggestion. I took notes on it for sure.

[iamthezodiackiller]

Dialogue definitely summarized for clarity. A lot more was said. But anyway this is how my night went. I'm writing it down here like I used to when I wanted to remember details of events in my life.

•••

The second I saw him, the overwhelming noise crushing in around me turned to a dull roar. An entire bar room full of people were instantly reduced to nothing but a rumble that couldn't quite cover the high pitched ringing in my ears. Mikayla had been saying something, I'm sure, about someone. But her voice was a nagging whine at the corner of my subconscious. Not a damn thing besides that fucking face and a slowly building rage existed in the world. He was standing at the bar as if waiting for a drink, his weak jaw locked and his eyes straight forward, refusing to take in the crowd around him.

He had the audacity to look solemn, sorrowful. But not quite contrite. And the more I stared at him with that stupid look on his ruddy face, the more I started to shake. From his right, a waif-like blonde with mascara streaks under her eyes appeared and put an arm around his shoulders, leaning close to speak quietly to him. He mumbled back to her without looking up. Inside of me, something snapped when I saw a tear well up in his eye.

"He's here." The words left my mouth with force, though they weren't spoken to any person in particular. My three old friends all turned to look, Kayla and Lexi each drawing in an anxious breath while Smoots wrinkled his brow in confusion.

"Bitch, I knew it was gonna be him before I turned around," Lexi groaned.

"Who, Steve?" Smoots looked even more lost after taking in the sisters' reactions. We all nodded. "What the fuck happened? I thought they were friends."

I turned to look at him dead on and said with as much gravity as I could muster, "They were."

Kayla leaned in and grabbed his eye as well, "Let's just say, he's the reason our friend is no longer with us."

Smoots widened his eyes to look at each of us in turn, seeking confirmation.

Part of me knew that wasn't fair of her to say. It wasn't his fault that B did what he did, not really. He may have been a catalyst, but my old friend ultimately was the one who made that choice.

But part of me cried out for my friend, ached to bring him back, and screamed for retribution. Part of me couldn't stop thinking about the hour he spent one week before he died, on my last night with him, inconsolably sobbing over what was done to him by the man now daring to show up to his fucking memorial and standing at the bar and conjuring a tear over the person he destroyed.

My friends returned to their conversation somewhere outside the avalanche of thoughts threatening to smother me completely. My eyes locked onto Steve and followed his every move. After waiting at the bar for several minutes, he began to walk away without appearing to get a drink. The large windows that served as the patio-side wall of the bar afforded me a full view as he exited out the side door and walked the length of the patio, stopping to say something to a person I couldn't see before leaving through the front gate.

As he stepped foot off the property, my voice roared to life from somewhere deep within me once again, completely interrupting the conversation my friends had tentatively struck back up. "Mother. Fucking. PUSSY." They followed my gaze to the sight of him retreating via the sidewalk.

"Yeah he better fucking get the fuck out of here," Mikayla snorted smugly before raising her drink and taking a long pull.

Somehow it was worse to me that he showed up just to leave. If you're going to disrespect the dead and his family, at least follow through and have a goddamn drink before you run away. But he stopped at the opposite street corner and just stood there in full view of the bar. And all my rage bubbled to a head. The roar was back in my ears. He glanced furtively back towards the establishment he had left but didn't budge.

I took a long sip of my drink and slammed it down next to Smoots. "Don't roofie that," I told him, and headed for the front door.

I vaguely registered Kayla and Lexi trying to stop me, but marched forward all the same. Off the patio, down the sidewalk, and across the street. I don't know if he saw me coming or was going anyway, but he began to keep walking as I approached. I had come this far, so I picked up my pace.

"HEY!!" I shouted, and my voice felt magnified in my chest. He whipped around immediately.

"Do you remember me?" I asked. He hesitated before nodding, but I didn't really care if he knew who I was or not. What I had to say was for B, anyway, and I knew he needed to hear it. At least the coward was finally making eye contact. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I wanted to pay my respect to Chris, to Kathy. They shouldn't have had to suffer this loss."

"They don't need your fucking respect. Did you show up to his service, look his mother in her face?" I spat.

"No."

"That's right. Pussy. And are you sticking to your story?" I felt my glare intensify.

"I am"

"Then you shouldn't fucking be here. You shouldn't even fucking say his name."

From the direction of the bar, behind me, the mascara streaked blonde reappeared and began wailing. "I don't understand. What's going on here?!"

I stood and stared at her coldly before turning the look back to Steve. "You shouldn't be here." I repeated.

"THIS ISN'T HIS FAULT!" She screeched at me.

My patience dwindling, I looked at her again. "When did I say that? I said he shouldn't fucking be here. And he shouldn't."

"I know what happened, okay." His eyes were almost pleading with me.

"Well what I know is that the last night I saw my best friend, the last night I will ever see him, he spent about an hour crying over what you did. You will never know how you broke his heart. And you shouldn't be here. Leave his family the fuck alone. And fuck you."

"Okay. Alright. We're leaving." The blonde slurred slightly as she grabbed his arm and began leading him away.

"Good" I said softly. I kept my eyes locked with his until they crossed the street, and then turned back to the bar. Kayla and Lexi were posted on either side of the gate, watching me anxiously. The further I got from the altercation, the more my body began to shake. By the time I reached the girls it was uncontrollable.

"I'm proud of you baby. I love you." Kayla told me, raising a hand for me to high five. I grabbed it briefly and kept walking, pushing through to where Smoots sat at the bar still guarding my drink. I couldn't say a word, only grabbed the cup and kept moving towards the bathroom, the straw already in my mouth as I walked. With the door safely locked behind me, I stumbled to the sink and gripped it with both hands.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and for a moment, I spoke to B. Even as the words left my mouth I wondered if he could hear them where he was. I told him everything anyway.

When I looked up into the mirror, I saw an unrecognizable creature fueled by a boundless sorrow. Rage and pain and bitter loss were pouring out of the eyes I knew belonged to me. But at the same time, a small weight had left my chest. I said what I needed to say, for him. Maybe some people heal and grow from turning the other cheek, but not me. No, for me confrontation is the first step towards healing.

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Memories Aren't Important… Right?

Chapter Fourteen • Virgil

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Shit, shit shit shit!

Roman liked someone.

"Yeah," Remus said, looking quite amused. "I'm gonna leave y'all to it and go now." She gave a wave. "Good luck, gentle-ramen."

Roman still looked at a deer in headlights, although Virgil was sure that he had a similar expression on his face.

"I— goodbye, Remus." Roman looked at Remus with a bit of a 'please don't leave me' expression on gold's face but waved anyway.

"Bye," Virgil managed out at Remus' retreating back.

The air seemed to tense considerably more in Remus' absence and it made Virgil feel sick to his stomach with anxiety.

"Um…" Roman glanced at Virgil before suddenly finding gold's socked feet very interesting. "How— how much did you hear?"

"Uh, well… er—" Virgil said uneloquently. "It… just a bit. Um, like…" He sighed. "Okay, I heard Remus'… uh, suggestive comment."

"Oh, fuck."

Virgil couldn't help but laugh, albeit a rather startled and choked sound. "Did you just say 'fuck'? Like, I don't care if you did! I say shit like that all the time, but it did sound kinda funny."

"I— guess Remus is a bad influence, huh?"

Virgil snorted. "Right! One time, a few years back, we removed some anti-homeless spikes and it was awesome! Although we did almost get ca—" Virgil glanced at Roman, only to see him frowning, almost thoughtfully.

"Wait, what do you mean 'a few years ago'?"

"I mean a few years ago, what do you thi— oh… oh! Hey, I remembered something!"

Roman looked nervous again, but even more panicky than the anxiety of earlier. "What else do—" Gold cleared his throat. "Do you remember?"

"Oh, um, just bits and pieces. Like little snippets? A few blurry things. Mostly just generally hanging out with Janus and Remus… why?"

"Oh, no reason!" Roman obviously lied, you know, like a liar. "Just curious."

Virgil almost said something, he came very close to calling Roman out, but really, Virgil was far more curious who Roman liked than anything else.

"So, if I can ask…"

Roman's shoulders sagged in relief at the topic change, but quickly tensed in anxiety again at Virgil's next words.

"Who were you talking about? The person you like romantically, I mean."

"Uh, I don't… I mean…"

"Is it Janus? I've seen you two sneak off to talk before."

"Well, It's not Janus."

"Logan? I mean, I'm like, pretty sure Janus and Logan in love but are too stubborn to admit it bu—"

"It's not Logan! Or Patton." Panic grew in Roman's eye's, but Virgil didn't relent.

"Oh… is it someone I don't know?"

"It… I mean—" Roman started to look like a cornered animal, but Virgil didn't, wouldn't, couldn't stop.

"I mean… you don't have to tell me but… I could help you get together maybe?" Virgil offered even though the thought made him sick to his stomach.

"Oh, why do you even care!?" Roman snapped.

"Because I love you!" The air seemed to come to a standstill as the confession settled into it.

Roman paused. "Oh... I— really?"

"Fuck, I mean… yeah, but like this doesn't have to—"

"No! I— I love you too. That's… that's actually who… I was talking about with Remus."

"Oh… oh. Oh!"

"Yeah."

"I— oh. So you were hesitant to tell me because…"

"It was you? Yeah."

"Oh, so— I mean, does that mean… you'd wanna go on a date with me?"

"I—" Roman seemed to practically bounce with excitement but took a moment to calm himself down. "I would love that. Yes."

"Yeah, okay! It's… yeah, a date."

"Yes, Stormcloud. A date! Oh my Aphrodite, I'm so excited!"

Virgil felt a smile tugging at his lips and didn't bother to stop it, giving Roman a lopsided smile. "Yeah! Uh, where— where do you wanna go?"

"Well, did you have somewhere in mind, mi araña querida?"

"I— wait, sorry. Your what dear?"

"My spider darling!" Roman said proudly.

"Okay, that's oddly sweet. How'd you even know that I have a pet tarantula?"

"Well, it was kinda hard not to when this one time Patton went into your room and screamed, and then especially because he was then yelling about how spiders are 'creepy cookies'."

Virgil huffed a laugh. "Yeah, that'd do it.

"Oh! You'd asked me a question. Right."

Roman laughed, a light sound, almost like a wind chime tinkling in the breeze. "That I did, nubes de tormenta…" At Virgil's no doubt confused face, Roman laughed again. "That means Stormcloud."

"Oh! Damn, you're so sweet and fancy. Wish I had another language to give you cute nicknames in too!"

Roman tilted gold's head like a confused puppy. "I thought you spoke Russian?"

"Uh… right, um, about that…" Virgil felt his face warm.

"Yes?"

"I… really only know a few words."

"Wait, really?" Roman asked incredulously, almost unbelieving.

"Heh, yeah."

Roman just blinked a few times. "Wait, so what about that time you insulted me in Russian?"

"I… kinda said 'I eat mashed potatoes. Happy New Year.'."

"What!" Roman's booming laughter echoed around the kitchen as gold shook with the force of them. "You— you mean t— to tell me, that you—" He erupted into laughter again and it took several moments for gold to settle down enough to talk. " 'I eat mashed potatoes, Happy New Year'! Holy Greyskull, that's amazing. No wonder you wouldn't tell me what you said!"

"Heh heh, yeah. You called me comrade, and so I was trying to show off but then you one upped me by ya know, actually being fluent in another language."

"Ah, I see. Well, I suppose that's the problem with my mother teaching Remus and I Spanish in addition to English," Roman jested.

Virgil huffed. "Yeah, that'd— that'd do it." Virgil paused and frowned. "Oh, wait. Shit, we got distracted again. But, um, I do have a few ideas where we could go for our," —Virgil couldn't help but smile— "Date. Um, but if you had somewhere in mind, just let me know!"

"I didn't have anywhere in particular, I just wanted to see if you wanted to pick since you asked me on the date."

"Oh, I— yeah, that makes sense, and sounds great!"

"Wonderful! Does tomorrow work for you?"

"Yeah! I'll let you know the when and where after I decide, if that works for you?"

"Sounds good, arañaita."

"Little spider?"

"Yes! Very good," Roman said proudly and Virgil wanted to chase that high for the rest of his life.

"Well, you did say spider before and I managed to recognise the ending as 'little', so… so yeah." Virgil managed through his pathetic and obvious explanation, feeling quite self-conscience. Of course Roman already knew all that, and here Virgil was, blathering like an idiot.

"That's right!"

Virgil felt warmed to his core by Roman's praise. "I— okay, um, yeah. Uh, I mean, thanks!"

Roman hiccuped out a laugh. "My goodness, You're cute!"

"I— mm, uh, you too!"

"Yes, adorable."

"H—hey, who gave you the right to fluster me?"

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I— didn't say that."

"Is it alright if I fluster you?"

That only made Virgil's cheeks warm even farther. "I mean, well— yeah, but um…"

"Then you gave me the right to fluster you." Roman's smile was a bit smug, but mostly delighted, although if gold was delighted with himself or with Virgil, Virgil couldn't say.

"I'll um, get you back tomorrow though!"

"Is that a guarantee?"

"It's a promise," Virgil assured.

Tomorrow was going to be great, Virgil would make sure of it.

…

Virgil wasn't quite as confident as he'd been the day before. What if Roman didn't like where he picked? What if a bunch of rain clouds came out of nowhere and then it started to storm and— wait…

Virgil groaned and buried his face in his pillow.

He could literally, like Logan's version of literally, control the weather! If any unwanted clouds rolled in, Virgil could just make them pass on by, and if it was too warm, he could either lower the temperature or provide some shade by placing some clouds over the sun. Either way, he would make sure, he could guarantee that it was going to be the perfect day, weather wise anyway.

It… it would be okay. It was going to be okay.

Virgil sat up and stared at the wall.

The worst that could happen would be if Virgil was an awkward mess and Roman hated him forever, and a villain blew up the zoo and Roman got injured and— okay, Virgil was spiralling. If any of that did happen, although he kept reminding himself that none of that was very realistic, Virgil would deal with it when— if he came to it.

He still had a few minutes before he'd told Roman to meet him at gold's car —he felt kinda bad that Roman had to drive then when Virgil was the one taking Roman out on a date—, so maybe he should go quickly talk to someone.

Logan didn't have to leave for work with Janus for about half an hour, and he was quite helpful when Virgil was spiralling, having talked Virgil out of a panic several times by now.

Virgil left his room and began walking down the hallway.

Logan also was rather no nonsense, which Virgil appreciated. If he didn't feel up to assuring Virgil, then he'd say so, and damn, did that help his anxiety. There was no way that Logan felt forced to help Virgil.

Virgil knocked on Logan's door.

"One moment, Virgil," Logan called from deep in his room before opening the door, standing there without a tie on and his hair dishevelled.

"Wh— how'd you know it was me?"

"I recognised your knock pattern." Logan walked back into his room, leaving the door wide open. "Come in. Would you mind if I finish getting ready while you tell me about your anxieties about your upcoming date?"

"I— oh, come on, how'd you know that?"

Logan sent him a look. "You have a date today, and you are an individual who is prone to anxiety and overthinking things." He picked up his brush and began to run it through his hair. "Most people are nervous before a date, particularly a first date, but I'm quite sure that you've been spiralling over 'what if's and making sure that this goes perfect. You usually seek me out when you're spiralling, plus, I'm usually the most awake person in this household at this time of day."

"Damn, Sherlock, you got me all figured out."

Logan set down the brush and grabbed his tie. "Not really. They were quite simple deductions that most likely sounded a bit more verbose due to my logophilic speech pattern." Logan carefully smoothed his now tied tie.

"Wait, speaking of you being the most awake person, you're usually more like, up and at 'em by now."

"Ah, yes. Janus and I stayed up discussing philosophy later than we'd intended, which caused me to sleep in later than usual."

"Oh, I see. Um… I should probably let you go eat some breakfast before you go then."

Logan glanced at his watch and paused for a moment as if calculating time in his head, although he probably was. "That's alright, I have enough time." Logan gestured to the couch —yes, Logan had a couch in his room—. "Please sit down."

They both sat down, Virgil criss-cross and fiddling with his hand for a few seconds before a fidget toy was set in his hands.

"Wh— how'd you kn—"

Logan raised an eyebrow.

Virgil sighed. "Okay, fair."

"Now, would you like to tell me what specifically has been troubling you?"

"Well, what if I utterly and totally mess it up! What if I'm an anxious wreck and totally embarrass myself? I just… don't wanna fuck this all up."

"I truly don't think that you'll," —Logan dragged two fingers on each hand down in air quotes— " 'Fuck this up'. Not only do I think that your date will go better than expected, but keep in mind that Roman is, more likely than not, quite nervous about your date as well. And while I can't guarantee that you won't do or say something embarrassing, I don't think it'd be the end of your date even if you did."

Logan set a hand on Virgil's knee and continued, "Just remember that Roman wants to be there. He's choosing to go on a date with you and he knows about your anxiety. He already cares about you, so go, and have a good time. It'll be okay. 'And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.' "

Virgil gave a small surprised laugh. "Okay, Edna Mode."

Logan smiled, looking quite pleased with himself. "There you are."

"What?" Virgil asked, tilting his head to the side.

"You were getting weighed down with worry, and while that is absolutely still you, it's… nice to see you happy. You're my friend, I want to see you succeed."

"Aww, Lo! Damn, that's so sweet." Virgil sniffed a bit, internally cursing his emotions for being all over the place. "I want to see you succeed too!"

"Thank you," Logan said sincerely before glancing at his watch and frowning. "I hate to, metaphorically, cut it short, but I probably should go get something to eat soon if I'm going to." He looked back at Virgil. "Are you doing alright now? I can absolutely stay longer if you'd like."

"No, I'm a lot better now. Go get something to eat. I need to leave very soon anyway." They both stood up and, as Virgil put the fidget toy back in the designated bin on their way to the door, Virgil said, "Hey, thanks for listening. I really needed this."

"You're quite welcome. I'm glad I could help."

They both left Logan's room and Logan shut the door behind them.

"Oh, and Virgil?"

Virgil turned back to look at Logan. "Yeah, Lo?"

"Good luck."

Virgil smiled. "Thanks."

…

Contrary to what Virgil had feared, the date had been going —dare he think it— pretty well.

They'd gotten to the zoo alright, and had already seen quite a lot of animals. Including, but not limited to, foxes, otters, elephants, monkeys, and the entire reptile area. They'd made jokes about how Janus could be one of the snakes and they'd never know —despite Janus actually not being able to Shift his form that much—, and had even had lunch at the Zoo restaurant. Roman had gotten the 'Lion's Pride' which was a personal sized meat pizza, and Virgil got the 'puffin's seafood platter', which had several different things that puffins could eat as there was quite a bit of overlap between what puffins and humans can eat.

"So," Virgil began, looking at the paper map. "Where do you wanna go next?"

"Ooh, can we go see the lions? I did eat their pride for lunch."

"Hah, more like you ate gay pride! …Okay, wait, that sounded more suggestive than I meant."

Roman laughed. "Well, it does now that you've said that."

Virgil tried not to let his face warm too much. "Anyway! Oh, look, there's a sign for the lions, we should pick up the pace."

They started walking towards the lion exhibit, passing by a sign that had an arrow and read, 'Lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my!'.

Roman chuckled, but sped up to keep next to Virgil. "Woah, it's okay, My Emo Romance. Slow down. The lions will still be there," Gold joked.

Roman slipped his hand into Virgil's and he felt warm from more than the nickname Roman had just given him. "I— right. Yeah, I mean, of course."

Roman leaned closer to whisper in Virgil's ear, "You're really cute when you're flustered. Did you know that?"

Virgil shivered. It was totally unfair for Roman to be that smooth! "H— hey, I'm supposed to be flustering you and get you back for yesterday!"

Roman pulled back just barely enough to look at Virgil and smirked. "I'm not stopping you, mariposa."

"I— but you— I mean… mmm. You jerk."

"Aww, you don't mean that."

"No, I really don't," Virgil said, much more gentle and honest than he meant.

Roman looked into Virgil's eyes, before gold's gaze flicked down to Virgil's lips.

"We're… we're, um, here," Virgil managed to stumble through as he stumbled to a stop, Roman stopping as well, although with a lot more grace.

"Yes, we are. Right here with each other."

"With…" Virgil looked down at Roman's lips. "Um, yeah."

Roman breath ghosted over Virgil's lips and the corner of Roman's mouth quirked up in a smirk again as he began to pull back. Virgil had to strongly resist the urge to chase gold's lips, desperately wanting to kiss him. Virgil looked back into Roman's eyes, seeing him watch Virgil with curiosity and delightment.

"So," Roman said softly, slowly, still gazing into Virgil's eyes. "We should see those lions, hm?"

"I—" Virgil blinked a few times, trying to get his brain back online and not imaging how soft Roman's lips look, how they might feel against his own.

Roman raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with playfulness. "You?"

"Oh, um, I mean… we… should, uh…"

"Yes?"

"See the lions. Yeah, that— right, yes." Virgil blinked a few times and looked away, finally breaking whatever spell he'd been under.

Roman chuckled quietly, looking away as well. "Yes, mi sueño. The lions."

"Um…" Shit, Virgil really needed something to talk about, something to focus on that wasn't how they'd almost just kissed, how Roman's lips had hovered so close to Virgil's. They'd come so very close to actually— "That lion looks like you," Virgil declared, just to keep himself from antagonizing over the almost kiss, the kiss that wasn't.

"Which one?"

"Um…" Virgil briefly panicked, having not actually chosen a lion before he'd said that, and quickly surveyed the lions. "The one's that's sleeping."

"Are you calling me lazy?" Roman gently asked, not sounding offended in the slightest.

"No! Just… patient. Like, good at knowing when rest and taking breaks are important… yeah."

"Ah, I see. Nice save."

Roman looked at Virgil warmly and smiled softly, making Virgil look away from the near overwhelming affection in gold's eyes.

"Um, I—" Virgil cleared his throat. "Should we go look at the tigers and bears since we're already over here?"

"Sure, mi vida. We can go anywhere you'd like."

Virgil felt his face warm but did his best not to focus on it or look at Roman as it'd probably only get stronger, and tugged at gold's hand that was still in his. "C'mon, tigers are this way, Princey."

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Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

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Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

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[cosmiccandydreamer]

Tranquility

The exciting finale to the insecure series! 18 and up loves, see materlist for warnings

Chapter 1

Otis Dritwood x female reader

You walked into the small dingy bar, and your nose crinkles at the stale air and thick smell. This was the bar the woman at the motel directed you to, but could she be mistaken? You didn't see him anywhere. Walking over to the bar area, you waved the bartender down. "Hi, could I get a painkiller please with extra cinnamon and no ice?". The bartender nodded at you, "you got it, babe," and walked away to begin preparing your drink. You looked around once more and let out a huge sigh; guess he's not here, you said. You looked up as you heard the slight clink of a cup set in front of you, "that'll be 12 dollars, babe," they stated. Before you could reach in your bra to pull out a 20, a familiar voice entered your ear, "put that on my tab Jamie. She's with me" you spun around in your seat quickly before you stood Foxy Firefly, the half brother of Otis and Baby.

A toothy grin plastered on his face and his arms out wide, "Hey, sis, heard you were looking for me" you flew out of your seat, jumping into a hug, nearly knocking the man down. "Woah, slow down there, trying to kill me," he laughed while patting your shoulder, " I'm sorry," you replied, pulling back and looking up at him. "I'm just so relieved to see a familiar face," Foxy ordered the same drink as you, and after the bartender handed him his glass, you both retreated to a farther part of the bar to talk in private. "I'm so glad that you found me. I was worried that you wouldn't get my message," you told him as you sat down. "How did you find me anyway?" He said, taking his baseball cap off and running his hands threw his chestnut hair. "I remembered the last place Otis said he heard you were, and I went there and asked about you; one of the people hanging out in front of the motel said they knew you and that you like to come to drink here." "I was pretty curious when Steve said a pretty young Thing was looking for me; usually it's the other way around," he laughed "then he described you, and I knew it had to be you, "I'm glad to see you're alright, kid; I saw the news. I got worried about ya, I saw Cutter Baby and Otis got locked up; I got a lot of questions about that too". He stated, staring at you, reading the sadness all over your face.

" Yeah," you dipped your straw into the drink, slowly pushing the cinnamon into little swirls, "it's been a horrible week, to say the least so much has happened it feels like a bad dream; I don't know what I'm going to do Fox." You bit the inside of your lip softly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spring out. " Naw, hey, now none of that," he said, patting your wrist "you got your brother foxy now with ya sweet pea we gonna figure this out, finish ya drink and come back to where I'm staying we can talk more there" he flashed you another toothy smile while chugging his drink. You smiled softly before downing yourself." Alright, it's a long story, though," you said while getting up from the table. "All right, let's go hear it," he replied, adjusting his hat and leading you out the bar. It felt good to have family in your corner again, and you just hoped that Foxy was ready for whatever needed to come next; you would need all the help you could get.

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[kazhuad]

childe: right person, not enough time

can i be real with you guys i actually had to stop myself from writing the entire thing in one part 😅😅but yes, whatever you think is gonna happen,, think again.. ENJOY!

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For a subzero climate, your family somehow didn't bother providing you with thicker coats, especially as the seasons' transition into fall. That is, you think it's almost fall, from how many full moons you've counted these past months.

Your pacing intensified as you vigorously rubbed your arms for any sort of heat. A puff of cold air floated near your face while you sighed. "That boy's clearly taking his time."

You contemplated on whether to retreat to your home and into your cozy covers when you hear a twig snap echoing from one direction. The woods and their ambiguous noises.

It didn't help that the trees were bare from any of its leaves, your surroundings feeling eerier now that you stopped fussing over your freezing state. The little sunlight seeping through the branches didn't offer any reassurance.

"I told you to wear more layers." A voice came up right next to your ear, and you reflexively slammed your fist on the person's face. Although, it was supposed to hit their face if they didn't dodge in time.

"And I told YOU to greet me like a normal person." You sneered at your friend while Ajax clutched his stomach, laughter escaping him.

"Maybe if you didn't give me such bizarre reactions, I'd consider it."

A pout graced your lips and you refused to face him. Along with your fuming demeanor, your teeth involuntarily chattered coupled with your hands rubbing together. From your peripherals, you saw him tut at you. You heard fabric ruffling and eventually felt a coat being placed on your shoulders.

Survival instincts quelled your ego and you clutched the coat closer to yourself. You grumbled, "What took you so long?" You studied his form, seeing his unaffected expression even with the lack of extra layers. Ajax leaned on a tree while he replied.

"Got held up at the house, Teucer and the kids wanted to have me there baking with them." He shook his head, a smile reaching his eyes. "My older sister had to intervene since they were clinging on to me."

The image of Ajax being held hostage by his siblings had you chuckle quietly. "It's your eighteenth birthday, of course, they're excited."

Ajax stared at you, reiterating. "You know I don't do birthday parties." He saw you be disheartened at his statement, and he scratched his neck. "I mean, the idea is nice, I just think a quiet family dinner is better than—well whatever they're planning."

You huffed. "So you don't want me there?"

His cobalt blue eyes widened until he caught onto your teasing tone. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." He jested, earning a giggle from you as your dejected facade quickly crumbled.

"Am I really not family for you?" You poked hard at his side, inciting a slight jump from the ticklish ginger.

Ajax pushed your hand off while shaking his head at you. "I told you already, you're more than family to me."

You peered at him from the corner of your eye, hiding your tinted cheeks. Brushing off his playful comments was something you've been doing for a while, yet he doesn't relent. For the most part, you don't mind.

"Anyways, let's get going. The seaside's only going to get colder when the sun sets." You scoffed at his obvious avoidance, yet didn't push the subject.

"You and your walks. A normal 18-year-old would roam around Morepesok and visit food stalls to celebrate their birthday."

"What can I say? I am just an old soul." Ajax replied, waving his finger at you. "Besides, the village gets boring when night falls."

You muttered an "okay grandpa" under your breath, causing Ajax to pinch your cheek. Both your giggles harmonized in the barren forest, until he suddenly went rigid.

"Someone else is here."

You unconsciously held your breath while Ajax ushered you to hide behind him. "Show yourself. Didn't your parents ever teach you it's not nice to sneak up on people?"

If the situation wasn't so tense, you would've commented on the irony of his sentence. The joke disintegrated from your tongue when you saw a masked man come out of the shadows, and Ajax's hold on your hand tightened.

A Fatui Agent.

"These forests are off-limits to civilians, you know." The agent spoke up and you shivered internally at the menacing tone. "Ever since one boy got lost and went missing for three days.

You let in a sharp inhale at the words of the agent. Everyone knew what, more specifically, who he was referring to. You glanced at Ajax, and you saw him hold his ground.

"I told you to leave me and my family alone." He replied through gritted teeth, and you could see the rage pooling beneath his eyes. It was as if any sign of life disappeared. "I'll give you my answer when I'm ready."

A deep chuckle devoid of humor came out of the man. "You would dare make the Harbingers and Tsaritsa wait?" The last word was emphasized with disbelief.

"You are the ones begging for my presence there, so know your place. Unless you want me to beat some sense into your soldiers again."

The blood drained from your face as you processed Ajax's threat. An internal struggle occurred within you to either leave Ajax alone and run for your life or have the Fatui end both of you then and there.

Something tells you both choices were foolish.

Surprisingly, the agent only growled as a response. He straightened up while sneering at Ajax. "Decide now. Next time, we will not ask again."

The Fatui Agent retreated after leaving an ominous warning, and you watched the Fatui disappear into the forest. You carefully peeled yourself off Ajax's back. Due to the intense confrontation, you didn't realize the close proximity between you and him.

Ajax didn't comment, instead, he scanned the environment once again, the dark expression on his face remaining. Once he was sure you two were alone, his face shifted into a calmer one.

"What..." You hesitated when you saw Ajax whip his head towards you upon hearing you speak. You swallowed and quietly continued. "What was that Fatui Agent talking about?"

The reluctant smile he gave you was far from familiar and instead gave you a slight tug in your heart. "I guess I can't hide anything from you, huh?"

"Ajax. I'm serious."

Hearing his name, Ajax's face fell. The frown on his lips deepened while he looked at the ground, avoiding your worried gaze. "They're recruiting me."

Your throat felt dry. "Didn't your father already draft you into the Fatui's forces? What else do they want from you?"

The silence was deafening. You felt like the icy waters of the sea were flowing in your veins instead. Your eyes remained on Ajax for a few more seconds, awaiting his reply.

"Let's get to the seaside first," He started walking away. "There might be other Fatui in the area lurking around."

Ajax strode forward, footsteps quiet and careful. You tugged on the sleeves of his coat, burying your face in it for warmth. A few moments pass and your feet carried you towards his advancing figure.

He never was good at lying.

#seriesforame #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #i had too much lore elements going into this.. #i forgot most of the details in childe's backstory #even tho i had him since november last year...