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Lost and Found- Part 10

A/N: Here is part 10! I am going to put a tiny pause on posting for now so my friend can beta read the rest of this story. Hope that’s okay with you guys! But it’s all written out so don’t worry, I’ll get back to posting ASAP! Hope you guys like it! 

Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Romance, Slow-Burn,  

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.  

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned. Also, there is a line in here where Ella says Leon would have made a good cop. Yes, this is a warning. This writing is fictional and does not reflect at all on the real world. That line is not intended to be copaganda in any way, shape, or form. Again, this is fictional and has no bearing on reality. If this warning upsets you, just call A Cab, and take chill ride, cuz I don’t want to hear it. 

Word Count: 6,673

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xXx

Ella’s heart dropped as none other than The Priest walked into the small room, letting out a curse as she pulled out her shotgun. She should have known that he would take this chance to show himself, probably thinking she was vulnerable without Leon. Ella was determined to prove him wrong.

“W-Who are you?” Ashley asked as she hid behind Ella, not recognizing the man but having a feeling he would be harder to take down than most of the cultists they faced. 

“I am the Priest Castro, and I am here for my investment.” He answered in that sinister scratchy voice that sent a chill down Ella’s spine.

“Your investment?” Ashley didn’t understand- that was until she realized the man’s red eyes were on Ella. It was then she knew that this man had been the person Ella and Leon had been talking about when they were at the fountain. 

“What the hell do you want? You can’t catch me by surprise anymore asshole, so why don’t you get out of here before I put three rounds into your chest?” Ella threatened. This room wasn’t very large, and the outside risked putting her too far away from Ashley. Ella was sure this guy would love to tell everyone where Ashley was, even if he was here for her.

“Why so volatile? I just want to make sure you become the best version of yourself you can possibly be.” Ella’s brows furrowed. Had the plan to kill her changed? 

“Oh, so we’re back to that again? You really had me thinking you were trying to kill me, what with my being targeted and all.” She growled, and she would honestly rather him do that then try to infect her with the parasite again.

“Ah, yes. Ramon does not agree with my. . .plan. But despite that, here you are, still alive and fighting.” His tone was full of pride, and Ella hated it.

“You’ve got five seconds to leave before I shoot you.” Ella demanded, but before she could take another breath, something whipped forward, slapping the shotgun out of her hand. 

“What the fuck?” She hissed, whatever it was having been too fast for her to see, but she knew it had come from him as his robe fluttered back into place.

Not wasting another second, Ella pulled out her handgun, before firing shot after shot into his head and chest until he was leaning forward, his arms hanging down. 

“Why do you fight me child? Why do you fight your creator?” His words pissed Ella off. 

“You are not my creator. You’re just some cult freak who doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong.” She snapped, raising her gun once more and preparing to empty the clip into his head. She stopped, however, when he began shaking violently, her eyes widening.

“Ashley, run.” She told her, knowing this was about to get bad.

“Wha-”

“Run!” She shouted, and Ashley didn’t try to argue this time as she scrambled to the side door, Ella following right behind her.

She had realized too late that she had left her shotgun in the room, but there was nothing she could do about it now as the doors slammed open behind them, and Ella watched with wide eyes as something crawled out onto the stone top.

“Fuck- Okay. Okay, think. . .” Ella told herself, but she had no idea what she was going up against, not getting a good look at Castro. Whatever he was, he was fast, which would be a problem on its own with just her handgun and knife.

Before she could come up with a game plan, something swung down at them from the roof, and Ella grabbed Ashley before jumping out of the way. Ashley grunted as she hit the ground, but Ella was already sitting up, watching as what had come down at them slinked back up the roof. Was that a tail? No, It looked like the fleshy pink stinger of a scorpion.

A scorpion. Poison.

“God, of course.” She cursed, before turning to Ashley. “Run back into the room. I’ll keep him out here. It’s me he wants.” She ordered her, needing to not worry about Ashley right now.

“Right!” Ashley nodded once, before doing as she was told, Ella focusing on the roof as she tried to catch a glimpse of Castro. She prayed this wouldn’t draw any more attention, because she didn’t know if she could handle him and protect Ashley at the same time. She wasn’t Leon. Ella moved down the stone steps of the castle, getting a better view as she looked up, and it was then she saw him. She had been right. He looked like a scorpion. A disgusting, slimy, fleshy pink scorpion with the top half of a man. He wasn’t as big as the chief had been, but he was still terrifying.

“Let me show you what real greatness can be. Maybe then you will not fight your purpose!” There was an echo behind his voice that added to the eeriness.

“Yeah, good luck with that buddy, because what I’m looking at definitely isn’t greatness.” She shot back, and Castro scowled, before practically disappearing in the next second. Ella barely caught sight of him coming towards her, dodging under him as he crashed into the small stone tower behind her, and Ella took her chance to fire several rounds into his head and back. She only had a few moments to get as many shots in as she could, because soon he was gathering himself, turning and looking at her with fury in his eyes.

Ella ran back up the steps, grabbing ahold of one of the stone columns and using it to spin herself around, just barely dodging another charge. Landing in a kneeling position, she aimed another few shots at his head, getting a feel for the game plan. Dodge his charges and then fire as many shots as she could while he was disoriented. She could handle that.

She was able to do that one more time, before he let out a loud roar of rage, and soon Ella was trying to dodge his stinger as it shot towards her multiple times. It nicked her in the arm, and she fell backwards, her back slamming into the stone stairs as she grunted in pain, the handgun falling from her hands. Before she could blink, Castro was on top of her, Ella surrounded by his many legs as his face inched closer and closer to her.

“Now, prepare to submit yourself to the gift of our God! Become my greatest creation and help me please my Lord and gain his favor!” Ella tried to think of something, anything, she could do in this moment, but she was caged in, and all she had was her knife. She was about to reach for it, it being better than nothing, when the door slammed open.

“Ella!” Ashley shouted, holding her shotgun in hand and tossing it over to her.

It clattered against the stone next to her, sliding down the stairs, and Ella didn’t waste a second as she grabbed it, aiming it at Castro’s drooling face.

“When are you going to learn that you’ll never get me, asshole?” Castro’s red eyes widened as he began to back away. Ella fired her shot, managing to get him straight in the chest, and he screamed in agonizing pain as he fell on his back, writhing and sizzling as his fleshy body slowly dissolved, leaving only his top half.

Ella got to her feet, grabbing her hand gun before stepping toward him as she could still hear his ragged breathing. She looked down at his pathetic body, her expression hard and uncaring.

“Y-You don’t understand your. . .full potential, child. If you would only accept his gift when the-” He croaked, but Ella cut him off.

“No, you don’t understand. I got away from you once, and then again, and now I’ve beat you, for good. I will never let Saddler control me, or accept your stupid religion.” She knew he would never get that through his thick skull, but it felt good to say it out loud. Maybe she was just a civilian with limited skills, but she was still alive despite everything that had been thrown at her. 

“You’re not. . .as clever. . .as you-” He rasped, but Ella didn’t want to hear it anymore.

“Shut up, and die with some fucking dignity.” She spat, raising her handgun and aiming at his head before firing the shot, watching as dark blood and pink bits splattered across the stone. She couldn’t even feel disgusted, only feeling an immense satisfaction flow through her as her eyes took in the dead man who killed her friends- who killed Alice.

She hadn’t been looking for revenge anymore, but she got it, and it felt good. She didn’t feel like she was a worse person for it, but maybe that was because it was done out of survival and not vengeance. She didn’t know. 

 All she knew was that she felt better.

 xXx

She slowly made her way back into the room where Ashley was waiting for her, stretching her aching back out as she did. Why did her back have to suffer so much abuse? You’d think the bad guys could be a little more considerate. Ashley was watching her closely as the door shut behind her, and Ella looked up at her, giving her a small smile.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.” She told her honestly, and Ashley smiled softly, nodding.

Ella moved to put some yellow and red herb leaves on the cut on her arm, just in case. It didn’t burn, but it was better to be safe than sorry. As she was finishing that up, a golden glint caught her eye, and her head snapped to the floor where Castro’s robes lay, the necklace with the red gem lying there.

She moved quickly, Ashley calling her name in confusion as she watched Ella grab the necklace and kick the robes to the side, before walking outside once again, Ashley following.

“What are you-” Her question was answered when Ella slammed the red gem into the stone over and over again, cracking it and making the glow fade, before Ella threw it out into the open air, watching as it disappeared below the rocks.

Ella moved back inside without a word, letting out a deep breath as she sat on the couch. Ashley was cautious in her approach as she sat down beside the woman, and Ella could see in her expression that she had questions.

“He was the man who kidnapped my friends and I. I watched him as he gave the order to sacrifice Alice.” She revealed in a low voice, Ashley leaning against her gently to offer comfort, which Ella appreciated. “He orchestrated it all, and while everyone was distracted, I ran into the woods.” She remembered the memory vividly, looking at the wall in front of them, her eyes unfocused. “He always wore that stupid necklace. Every single time I saw him, he was wearing it. So breaking it and watching it disappear felt like getting rid of the last piece of him.” She admitted, before waiting for Ashley to say something. 

She didn’t, just wrapping her arms around Ella in a hug and resting her head against her shoulder once more. Ella was tense for a moment, not expecting it, before she relaxed, repeating her action from earlier and leaning her head against Ashley’s. Ella felt all her anger and adrenaline leave her, being replaced with a muted calm.

She had never imagined she would be able to kill Castro, let alone on her own, but she had. She hadn’t let fear stop her this time, and now the person who had killed Alice was gone from the world, Alice receiving the only justice that was possible in this situation. 

Ella was one step closer to making sure Alice’s death hadn’t been in vain, and that was all Ella could ask for. The wounds were still very fresh, but now she felt like she could truly move on and heal.  

xXx

The next time the back door opened, it was Leon, and he walked in to see Ella and Ashley leaning against each other on the couch. However, both had shot up at his entry, and Ashley wore her relief in her expression, while Ella kept her expression as neutral as possible, not wanting to show how relieved she was to see him.

“Leon-” Ashley breathed, but he beat her to it. 

“Are you okay?” He asked first and foremost, and Ashley nodded, an apologetic look taking over her features.

“Leon, I-” She caught sight of the black veins running up the inside of his arm. She had known he was infected, thanks to Ella, but now she was seeing the proof, it being the final confirmation she needed.

Leon had realized she had seen the veins on his arm, but when she didn’t seem shocked, he glanced at Ella, who nodded to confirm his thoughts. Looking back to Ashley, he sighed.

“Ashley, look. I know you’re scared, and that’s okay, but you can’t run.” He started, but his voice was gentler than it had ever been with Ashley, and Ella was proud of him for actually finding a way to be comforting.

“Yeah, I know.” Ashley responded in a sheepish voice, but she didn’t stop Leon, knowing she deserved to hear it from him too.

“You gotta keep moving forward. We will beat this.” He was being inspirational, and to Ella’s surprise, it was working, Ashley looking up at him, though she looked unconvinced. “Together.” Leon added, and Ella smiled softly.

Ashley sighed with a shake of her head. “I don’t know if I can.” She admitted, her tone defeated. Ella knew how she felt, as she was constantly questioning whether she had what it took to make it through this, but she never let it stop her, reminding herself that it didn’t matter. It didn’t change the fact that all she could do was try. 

“You can.” Leon was quick with his response, his voice strong and sure to show Ashley that he meant his words. Ella believed them too. Ashley had proven she was capable already. All she had to do was believe in herself. “Just- Give me a heads up before you stab me next time, okay?” He joked, showing her he held no resentment or ill will towards her for what happened, and Ashley let out a breath as she looked to the floor, smiling lightly.

“Leon,” She looked up at him, pausing. “Thanks.” She murmured, the blonde nodding once. Ella felt like Ashley had had more to say, but she didn’t mention it, as that wasn’t her business. Leon looked to Ella next, opening his mouth to say something, before his comms going off caught his attention. When he answered it, Ella moved forward to listen in, hearing Luis on the other end.

“Luis! Where are you?” Leon demanded, his irritation with the man seemingly permanent. Ella once again found herself wondering what had happened in the factory, if it was even all there was to Leon’s obvious distrust in Luis. She had a feeling that it wasn’t. 

“Sorry, I uh, I screwed up. Come to my rescue, Prince Charming.” The last part of his sentence had been spoken in an exaggeratedly dramatic tone, and Leon scowled.

“I’ll show you Charming, Pal.” Ella doubted that. Any time Leon could even be considered remotely charming was all unintentional on his part. She was almost sure him trying would be comically bad. 

“Come on, I’m in the ballroom. Past the courtyard. Don’t be late to the dance!” And with that, he hung up, and Ella had to hold back a light laugh. Luis on the other hand could be very charming, and it made him likable and fun to be around. Leon could use a lesson or two. 

“Can’t believe that guy.” Leon muttered, and Ella almost wanted to ask him right then and there what his problem was with Luis, but she decided against it, deciding she didn’t want to know at the moment.

“He’s in trouble. We can’t just leave him, right?” Ella had to hold back her scoff, finding the question adorable. They could absolutely leave him, but they wouldn’t. He had the medicine they needed, after all. It wasn’t only that, of course. Unlike Leon, Ella wanted to save him, and make sure he escaped this place with them. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to him.” Ella assured her, and that’s when Leon’s focus was back on her. HIs blue eyes took her in, before his frown deepened.

“Is that a new tear in your shirt?” Ella was shocked, not knowing how he had even noticed that. She had known he was observant, but she clearly underestimated how much so. Ashley and Ella shared a look, before Ella looked back at him.

“Yeah, about that. . .Well, I guess I should just show you.” She sighed, gesturing to the door they needed to go out of. Walking outside, Leon took in the rubble on the ground, as well as the cracks in the support beams, quickly gathering there had been a fight.

Ella stopped beside the disgusting corpse of Castro, gesturing to him.

“Ta da!” She tried to keep the atmosphere light with her dramatics, but when Leon walked up, his brows furrowed at the dead body.

“Is that-”

“Yup.”

“Did you-”

“Also yup.” Ella knew she couldn’t take all the credit. “And Ashley helped.” That had Leon’s head shooting up. “Relax, she wasn’t in danger. She just tossed me my lost shotgun so I could land the final shot.” He seemed to calm at that, before processing the information.

“Good job.” He told her, his voice sincere as he gave her a half smile, Ella able to see the pride behind his eyes. Unlike with Castro, Leon being proud of her made her feel better, her smile widening just a bit. That, and she felt her own sense of pride. She had protected Ashley, and defeated Castro, avoiding his crazy plans for her, and keeping from adding onto the problem that is parasites right now. She felt accomplished, which was hard to be in this situation. 

 xXx

Getting through the next part of their journey in the castle hadn’t been too terribly difficult, though the maze did confuse them a few times. More Cult members had come in after they got the last flag down, and apparently Ramon hadn’t gotten the memo of Castro’s death, because some of them were still gunning for her.

Taking them down and finishing off the remaining dogs from hell hadn’t taken too long, though, and soon they made their way to the now open gate and into the next part of the castle.

Ella had never been so happy to see the Purple flame before, as she had run out of shotgun ammo a while ago. Opening the door, she didn’t even question how he got here, just making her way over to his table.

“I am so glad to see you.” She admitted to him, and The Merchant laughed.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard you had an eventful couple of hours.” He told her gleefully, and Ella blanked.

“Where?! Where have you heard that?!” She couldn’t help it, not understanding how this man worked, but she was just given another full belly laugh and vague not-an-answer, and she let it go as she stocked up. She decided to try her luck with some small grenades and a flash bang, having seen Leon use them a couple of times and thinking they could come in handy. 

“Also got something else for ya.” He held up a black vest, Ella brightening as she realized it was body armor.

“Oh my god, yes, thank you.” She paid him the money, before taking off her flannel and putting it on. It fit perfectly, and Ella could only once again wonder how in the hell The Merchant knew all of this stuff, but she didn’t bother this time.

Hopefully this will help her stop adding to her collection of bandages.

xXx

Their small reprieve from the horrors of the castle was over rather quickly, much to Ella’s disappointment, and soon they were heading back out, only to be greeted with another statue that was missing pieces. Ella guessed they would have to find them in order to advance forward in the castle if there was no other way through, which there never was. She could dream though.

“God, these people really like their locking mechanisms and puzzles don’t they?” She grumbled, not understanding how they had the time to set all of these up. 

Ashley found the portrait that told them exactly what they needed, and soon they were going through the unlocked doors, keeping their eyes out for a serpent's head, a lion's head, and a ram’s head. 

The serpent's head ended up being locked behind a cage that required them to match the portraits at the front of the dining room they had found themselves in, which was relatively easy to figure out fortunately. To keep from having to lug the thing around, they placed it on the appropriate spot on the chimera statue, matching it to the picture. 

The other two would be just as easy, or at least that was Ella’s hope.

xXx

Ella, Leon, and Ashley all stared down the bridge that led to the ram’s head, not one of them taking a step forward as they looked on suspiciously. 

“So. . .” Ella broke the silence. “We all know this is a trap, right?” She asked the other two to make sure they were thinking along the same lines as her. 

“Yup.” Ashley responded. 

“And we’re still going to go get that stupid gold head?” She knew the answer but she really wished she didn’t. 

“Yeah.” Leon answered this time, and Ella pressed her lips together. 

“Are we sure it’s not too late to just-” 

“We’re sure.” Leon cut her off, and she sighed. She didn’t know why she bothered. 

“Well, at least this pathway has some sort of railing.” They didn’t have to worry about anyone falling off the side again. 

“Way to look on the brightside.” Ashley chuckled, and Ella gave her a nod and a look that said ‘anytime”, before the three reluctantly started forward.

xXx

It hadn’t even taken a minute for a cult member in one of those stupid metal skull helmets to come out and pull a lever, lowering the bridge and making it impossible to get to the ram’s head, and now they were fighting off members in a not so big room.

To make matters worse, one of the men was wearing that red robe with a skull ahead, which spelled trouble for the three of them. That was confirmed when he began chanting and waving around the lantern staff with the crimson flame, and both Ashley and Leon grit their teeth in pain as they grabbed their heads, Ashley letting out a cry. 

Leon tried to fight it off and focus on the members around them, but it was clear he was disoriented and unsteady, Ella having to cover his back as a member tried to hit him with a Flail, before she looked up at the red robed cultist. She tried to get a good angle on him from down below, but he would duck out of the way and hide behind a linoleum column, making it impossible to get a shot, and Ella cursed. Fortunately, though, when he did that, he stopped chanting, giving Ashley and Leon a break. 

Ella knew she had to move quickly to keep him from doing that again, and she looked for an opening past the cultists, deciding she would just have to run through. The cultists were still targeting her when they could,making it a risky idea, but she didn’t have much of a choice considering. 

She used her shotgun, before running forward, having to push cultists and wooden shields out of her path as she found a ladder up to the floor where the man with the red robe was. He started chanting once more, and Ella picked up her pace, climbing to the top and immediately dodging a sickle before she kicked the cultists leg out from under him. Ashley’s scream stopped her in her tracks, however, and she ran over to the railing to see one of the robed men throwing her over his shoulder. Leon was fighting off someone who had run at him while also trying to fight the effects of the red robed man, and Ella cursed. Aiming carefully, she shot the man holding Ashley in the leg, making him drop the blonde, who curled in on herself as she grabbed her head. Then, she aimed at the one on Leon, knocking him off with a head shot.

Ella had to move quickly, and she dodged another attack before finally making it to the red robed cultist. Shooting him in the back, she finally got him to stop spouting that stupid chant as he lurched forward, and she fired again, killing him. With that, she ran to the railing, looking down to check on the two below. 

Fortunately, Leon seemed relatively unscathed, and Ashley had gotten to a safer place, Ella letting out a sigh of relief. She’d have to watch out for those men from now on, their ability to affect the parasites within Ashley and Leon dangerous. 

With Leon back in the fight, they dealt with the rest of the cultists, Ella staying on the top platform and taking care of business from there. Eventually, the last man fell, and the three could take a minute to breathe. 

“What was that?” Ashley panted, referring to the effects of the man in the red robe. 

“I don’t know, but we’ll have to keep an eye on them from now on.” Leon echoed her thoughts, before looking up at Ella in thanks. She smiled, leaning against the railing. 

“Aren’t you glad to have me around?” She grinned, and Leon's expression fell into one of mock annoyance. “Oh come on, would it kill you to just admit you’re happy to have me here to help?” 

“I’ll admit it!” Ashley said happily. 

“Thank you, Ashley.” Ella then turned to Leon expectantly, and the blonde raised his brows at her. He hadn’t been afraid to tell her he appreciated having her around after he had saved her from being sacrificed, so she didn’t understand why he was being so stubborn now. She wondered if it was because of Ashley, and Leon was just too cool to admit that her help was useful in front of the girl. 

Men.

“Will you just raise the bridge and get down here already?” Ella glared for a moment, before a mischievous glint entered her eyes, an idea popping into her head. 

“As you wish.” She responded, and Leon could tell she had something up her sleeve, giving her a suspicious look. 

Ella pulled the lever, before she climbed to the top of the railing, and Leon’s eyes widened slightly. The drop was pretty high, not to mention Ella’s injured legs and her tendency to stumble over her own feet. 

“Ella-” He tried to stop her, but she just winked, before jumping, and he moved quickly. Fortunately, he hadn’t been too far away, catching her in his arms, before looking at her incredulously. Ella was grinning at him, her arms wrapped around his neck. 

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She had known he was going to catch her, not worried about it in the slightest; However, looking at his expression, past the usual light frown, she could see something in his eyes as he looked at her that made her breath catch for just a moment, Ella suddenly becoming aware of how close her face was to his. She couldn’t help but take in his features, never having looked so closely before. Had he always been this good looking? Who was she kidding, she had noticed that pretty early on, but it was like this was the first time she was really seeing it, or allowing herself to see it, and her heart fluttered in her chest. How could she help herself? She could feel his strong arms under her legs and back, and even his toned chest against her side despite the body armor he wore. He was warm and comforting, and after everything they had been through, she knew there was a pretty great, albeit a little rough around the edges, personality to match. As much as she had tried to ignore it, she found it impossible to not feel something more for him. 

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” His voice was lower than it had been before, and Ella briefly wondered if he was having a similar moment to her, though she knew that was unlikely. Still, she couldn’t help but hope for a second that it was true. 

“Yeah, but I like to think it adds to my charm.” She gave a breathy chuckle, and she felt his chest exhale in a sigh, though he didn’t say anything else. 

xXx

Ella and Ashley walked ahead, giggling and mumbling to each other. Leon almost wished he could hear what they were saying, but at the same time, he had a feeling he didn’t want to know.

Getting back to the main room, they put the ram head in its rightful place, leaving only one piece left. 

Ella stupidly found herself pulling a Leon, and wondering just how hard obtaining the last golden head could be. 

xXx

“Oh, you can’t be serious right now. . .” Ella groaned as the armor around them suddenly sprang to life, parasites peeking out from the openings. She knew this place had reminded her of an arena, but she could have never imagined that the stupid bodies of armor would come alive. The good news, at least, was that Ashley had thrown down a torch of blue flame to try and help, discovering that the light made them freeze. Ella could work with that. 

Moving to the wall, she grabbed one of the many torches, before running to Leon’s side, holding out the light and making the ones that got too close freeze in their tracks. After that, taking care of them was relatively easy, and Ella had been sure to thank Ashley for her quick thinking as they got the gate opened and moved back to the main room. 

“Alright, last piece, thank god.” Ella sighed as she lifted the heavy golden lion head onto the middle slot of the chimera statue, feeling it click into place just before the door to the right slid open, granting them a pathway forward. However, the sound of footsteps echoed through the main room a moment later. 

“You guys, the stairs!” Ashley shouted, and Ella turned, watching as they flooded into not only the bottom floor, but the top as well, and both Ella and Leon drew their weapons. 

“Stay back.” Leon ordered, and Ashley took a few steps away from the statue. This ended up being a mistake, one of the cult members pushing a lever and bringing a cage around both Ella and Leon, separating them from her. And this time, there was nothing to climb over to get to her. 

“Ashley!” Ella gasped, moving to the gate as if she could somehow get to her. They were trapped inside the cage, however, there being a locked door they didn’t have the key to on the opposite side. 

“Muerte!” One of the cultists shouted, and Leon turned. 

“Run, now!” He shouted, and Ashley hesitated only a moment, giving them a look of concern mixed with fear, before she did as she was told and ran through the door they had just opened. Cultists moved to follow, and Ella did her best to shoot them down as Leon focused on the ones attacking them from the outside. Eventually Ashley was out of her sight, and Ella had to will herself to calm down as she tried not to panic, telling herself Ashley would be fine. She was capable. She’d be okay. Ella turned her attention to the robed men still attacking them, though Leon had taken care of most of them, and with Ella’s help, they were finished off. 

Afterwards, though, there was nothing to distract Ella from her worry, and she let out a breath, falling to her ass and resting her back against the metal cage.

“She’s going to be okay.” Leon assured her. He knew Ella had a very personal reason to get Ashley out of here, and that she had grown close to her over the time they’d traveled together. He was worried too, but they’d have to trust in Ashley from this point. 

“Yeah I know, I just hate feeling so helpless.” Ella murmured, looking to the door of the cage as if she’d be able to think of some magical way to open it, but she knew there was no way they were getting through. She looked up as Leon walked over, the blonde taking a seat beside her and resting back against the cage as well. His shoulder was touching hers, which helped bring Ella a little bit of comfort- Well, as much as she could have with her worry for Ashley gnawing at her.

“Yeah, me too.” He agreed in a low voice, staring ahead at nothing in particular. It was quiet for a bit after that, but with the quiet came anxiety, and Ella looked for something to fill it. She realized this was as good a time as any to maybe learn a little bit more about her traveling companion. 

“Hey Leon,” She started gently, and he looked at her, giving her the room to continue. “Have you ever. . .been through something like this before?” She asked the question that had been in the back of her mind since she first saw how cool and collected he was back in the barn, and then every instance after that. Leon’s lips pulled into a soft frown, and Ella was quick to continue. “Sorry, it’s just. . .the way you handle everything we’ve been through- like the horrifying monsters that will give me nightmares for the rest of my life. I almost froze just from fear many times, what with the chief, or the giant- but you? You acted like. . .Like you’d seen worse.” She murmured, and she really wished that wasn’t the case. 

Leon was quiet as he contemplated her question, his eyes becoming unfocused as he seemed to go to another place. 

Ella had started to believe he wouldn’t answer her, and she didn’t blame him if he didn’t. If she was right, then she couldn’t even imagine the horrible things he had been through. 

“Have you ever heard about Raccoon City?” He spoke up after a while, slightly surprising Ella, but she didn’t show it, focusing on what he had said. 

“Raccoon city? You mean that place that was completely destroyed by some huge explosion?” She had heard about it a bit, as it had been a pretty big deal at the time, but she didn’t know much. Something about a corporation called Umbrella, if she remembered correctly. 

“Yeah. The government did whatever it could to cover up what happened, so not much is known about it, but I was there.” Ella frowned, having had a feeling that was the case but hoping she was wrong. “Umbrella engineered viruses to create Bio-organic weapons so they could sell them to the highest bidders, and the viruses were released one day, turning people and animals into monsters. I was just a rookie cop who had no idea what he was walking into. The only reason I’m even alive is because I was late on my first day.” He scoffed lightly. The emotion in his voice was well contained, but Ella could hear it, which meant that whatever happened in Raccoon city was unimaginable. “Too many people died that day. Good people.” Leon sighed, and Ella felt her heart break for him. If Ella remembered correctly, that incident occurred in 1998, which made him about 20 or 21 at the time, if she was guessing his age right. An image of a young Leon, innocent and eager to find his place in the world, popped into her mind, and her heart twisted in her chest.

She had been talking about how Ashley should be enjoying her life and having fun right now, and here Leon had gone through something similar at around the same age. . .What he had gone through had clearly changed him, changing the course of his life and forcing him to grow up far too soon. 

“I’m so sorry. . . you should have never had to go through something like that. No one should.” She murmured sincerely, as she couldn’t imagine what he had gone through. Or maybe she could. At least somewhat. But she hated that he had to go through something like that at such a young age, and now here he was dealing with something like it again. She didn’t know how he did it. 

Leon bowed his head, his hair falling into his eyes and shielding them from Ella’s sight. Ella was quiet a moment, before she leaned her head onto his shoulder. 

“For what it’s worth, I think you would have made an amazing cop.” She hummed softly, feeling his eyes on her for a few moments, before she felt his usually tense body relax. Ella closed her eyes, then, letting the comfortable silence hang in the air for a bit. 

“What about you?” She hadn’t expected Leon to speak up again, and she raised her head, looking at him in slight confusion. “What did you do before this?” She paused, before having to hold back a sheepish smile.

“You’d never guess.” She told him, and he raised a brow, obviously curious to know. “Okay, but don’t laugh.” She forewarned, before letting out a breath. “I am a baker. I own a small business bakery with Alice.” She admitted, and Leon had clearly not expected that. 

“A bakery?” She could hear the amusement in his voice, but she nodded nonetheless. “But your survival skills and-” Ella’s groan cut him off. 

“You can thank my dad for that. He was a shitty parent, but he taught me how to survive in pretty much any situation, made me learn about guns, and take self-defense classes. He was a paranoid asshole, and I never thought the skills would actually come in handy like this, but I refuse to give him any real credit.” She laughed lightly, the strained relationship with her father obvious in her words. 

“Well, you’re the one who’s putting them to good use, so you don’t have to.” She smiled at that, appreciating that he didn’t try to defend someone he didn’t even know like so many others.  

“You’re damn right, because what good are those skills if you can’t apply them when they’re needed?” She said confidently, feeling a little prouder of herself, before she laughed once more, shaking her head at herself. 

“Are you going to go back?” Ella was surprised Leon was asking her so many personal questions, but pleasantly so. Her interest in his personal life being reciprocated meant that maybe she and Leon were closer to being on the same page than she thought. It was hard to tell with him, though.

“Hm. . .I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about what’s going to happen after all of this. I’ve mainly been focusing on just surviving it, but. . .I don’t think so. I don’t know if I can.” She admitted honestly, and he nodded, clearly understanding how she felt. It was nice to actually learn a little bit more about Leon, and to share some things about herself, Ella feeling closer to him, and not just because they were going through this together anymore. 

Comfortable silence settled over them once more, and this time, neither wanted to break it, Ella once again resting her head on Leon’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind it, after all.

#Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x OC #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy Fanfiction #Leon S. Kennedy #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil 4 Remake #Lost and Found

[rfxiii]

(posted this on ao3 cuz my stuff tends to get a little bit more traction there lately, and forget to post it here. this was basically a short one-shot to explore a little of the, slightly toxic, dynamic between my oc, Riley Ramos, and Brad. but I wrote in second person pov, so I thought I’d post it here 🤷🏻‍♀️)

12 Fractures

TW:Smut, toxic relationships

[You’d been in a sort of situationship with Brad for a couple months now. And just like it had been for the past two years you’d known each other, you had your good days and your bad days. But after a day like today, you can’t help but feel that sometimes you’d both be better off dead. It’s the only way you’d ever be able to leave each other alone.]

“Ya know,-.. Sometimes I think they’d be better off if they just killed each other..” scoffs Michael Townley- watching the unfolding argument in the bar parking lot.

“They’re freaks. This is like foreplay for them. Guarantee they’ll fuck about it later.” muses Trevor Philips- snickering to himself as he leans against the car beside Michael and watches with the amusement of a person watching a trashy reality show.

“You are such a fucking asshole!! I was just talking to the guy! You didn’t have to punch him! We looked like fuckin’ trailer trash psychos in there!” you scream- standing a distance away from Michael and Trevor as you unknowingly provide half the entertainment for the watching duo.

You’d been in this “situationship” with Brad Snider for months now. And while he’d never man up or admit to wanting anything more from you than sex, he just couldn’t control his violent tendency for jealousy- taking out that anger on any other man who looked at you just a moment too long. He’d scare off completely innocent men and guys you were genuinely interested in, he’d talk down to you, you’d scream at him, you’d even come close to slapping him a few times. But at the same time-.. At the same time he could be such a sweet talker, he could be charming when he wanted to be, and fuck if he couldn’t make you feel better than any other man ever had. You hated him at times, and you were sure he hated you too. But you just couldn’t let him get too far away.

“News flash, sweetheart! We are trailer trash! And I wouldn’t have hit the fuckin’ guy if you weren’t practically fucking him with your goddamn eyes all night, you fuckin’ skank!” Brad fires back- giving you a taunting sneer like he’s speaking to a child he thinks is stupid.

“Oh, fuck you!! You’re such a piece of shit, Brad! You don’t get to call me a fucking skank after the way you fucking snuck off with that goddamn stripper in the last town! You’re lucky you haven’t caught something, you fuckin’ whore! I hate you!” you shout back- the palms of your hands slamming as hard as your body can manage against Brad’s broad chest.

“And I fuckin’ hate you too, baby! Only reason you’re still around is cuz you’re decent in bed!” Brad mocks, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he catches you by your wrists.

You let out a growl of frustration, fighting violently as you can to free your wrists and throw a punch despite knowing how overpowered you were by him,“Let me go! Get the fuck off, shithead! I just wanna go back to the motel! I’m sick of your ugly fucking face!”

“Then fucking go! I’m sick of hearing your goddamn, annoying ass voice, bitch!” Brad snaps back- releasing your wrists harshly.

“Fuck you!” you scream- taking off on foot back toward the motel you were all staying at, a plume of wispy air in your wake as the chill makes your breath visible while you curse Brad under your breath.

“Fuckin’ bitch..” Brad mumbles, stomping back toward Trevor and Michael with an aura of chaotic rage swirling around his person.

“That went great.” Michael comments with a snarky roll of his eyes- earning him nothing but a hatful glare from Brad before Trevor is cutting in.

“Sooo,- Since you got us kicked outta that bar, what’re we doing now?” Trevor huffs with hands shoved in his pockets.

“Fuck it. There were like three fuckin’ clubs up the road that bitch didn’t wanna go to. Let’s go.” Brad huffs, stalking past Trevor to get into the car.

“Well,- At least they didn’t kill the whole mood tonight like they usually do.” Trevor shrugs as he climbs into the car- leaving Michael to wonder how the huge argument didn’t kill the mood, in Trevor’s opinion.

You spend the night alone, sure he’s not coming back tonight. And it’s almost four in the morning when a heavy knock erupts through your motel room door- jolting you a bit in surprise as you’d spent most of the night sulking and watching crappy cable tv. You already know who it is, and as much as you want to just ignore the knocking, you know it’ll only make the subsequent argument worse if he’s still in a bad mood.

With a heavy sigh you push open the door and look up at Brad with a cool, neutral gaze to keep from starting a fight with just your expression, “What?”

“Shut up.” is the only response you get as the door is forced fully open and Brad is quickly ripping you off your feet- forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while he slams the door behind him.

“Ah.. So, it’s like that tonight.” you think to yourself as you taste alcohol on Brad’s lips while the blond pulls you into a harsh kiss and shoves his tongue into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.. You know I don’t mean to yell at you.. You just fuckin’ piss me off sometimes..” Brad mutters between kisses as he carries you to the bed, “And the way everyone looks at you.. They all know how fuckin’ hot you are.. Shit pisses me off.. You’re fuckin’ mine..”

You stay quiet, knowing this was the only form of ‘apology’ you ever get from Brad- but it is what it is, and secretly, it was what kept you around. You liked the fighting and making up just as much as Brad did. Maybe you were both just crazy trailer trash- but if you were, at least you were stuck with each other.

And while you’re so caught up in the way Brad grips your hips and his teeth sink none too gently into your skin, Michael and Trevor begin to wish they’d stayed out just a little later. Rhythmic, violent thumping echoes through the room as Michael and Trevor lay in their motel room and try to get to sleep in the early hours of the morning- having not had a moment of peace since they’d gotten back.

Clothes scatter about the room, and he pins you none too gently to the bed. And as the hot blood rushes to your cheeks from Brad's rough bites to your throat, you find yourself responding in kind, nipping and sucking at his neck and collarbone. His grunts of pleasure vibrate against your lips when you drag your nails down his skin, and the sound drives you wild. You arch your back, pressing your hips against his, wanting him deeper, harder. He meets your frantic rhythm, thrusting into you with a rough urgency that matches your own.

Your room spins, the cheap motel walls blurring together as you lose yourself in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air, and you can feel the headboard slamming against the wall behind you with each powerful stroke. The world outside this room fades away, leaving only the two of you in this small, intense bubble of passion and need.

But as you glance up at Brad's face, caught between pleasure and pain, desire and anger, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. There are so many layers to this relationship, and you never know which one will surface at any given moment. Sometimes, you think you’re the perfect couple: inseparable, but always ready for a fight or a fuck. And then there are times like this, when you wonder how much more of this you can take before it all comes crashing down around you.

You try to push the thought aside as Brad's hand finds its way between your bodies, teasing at your clit. His touch is rough and demanding, and you can feel the familiar tightness building low in your belly. You moan his name, urging him on, needing him to make you feel this way, to make it all go away, even if only for a little while.

As you near the brink, you arch your back off the bed, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. His answering growl sends shivers down your spine, and you explode around him, your body shuddering with release. He follows you over the edge, thrusting deep one last time as his own climax washes over him in a wave of pleasure and pain as he spills his hot release inside you.

Collapsed together on the bed, you take a few moments to catch your breath, the rhythm of your heartbeats gradually slowing to a normal pace. You feel dazed and sated, but there's still a lingering unease in the pit of your stomach. You can't help but wonder if this was just another fight, or if this time something really had changed between you.

"You okay?" Brad asks quietly, nuzzling into your neck. He sounds almost hesitant, almost uncertain. You can feel the tension easing from his body as he draws circles on your skin with his fingertip.

You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of his sweat and skin. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just... thinking."

He kisses you softly and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. "Don't think too much. It’s all good, babe. Don’t ruin this.."

You nod against his chest, unable to find the words to express how much you want to believe him. But for now, in this moment, with Brad's strong arms around you and his heartbeat thundering in your ears, everything feels all right again.

***

“It’s finally quiet..” Michael groans in exasperated relief, pulling the pillow from over his ears.

“Well, thank fuck for that! I love a good angry fuck- but that’s all those two do.” Trevor huffs, glaring at the ceiling as he’d long lost his drunken buzz from earlier in the night.

“Well,-.. If there’s anyone who deserves each other more, it’s them.. Now, I’m goin’ to sleep. We gotta get up early. G’night, T.” Michael grumbles, waving off Trevor’s despair about their early morning and finally settling down to sleep.

“Ugh.. Night, Mikey..”

Tomorrow was going to be a fucking pain.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #brad snider #trevor philips #michael townley #gta x reader #x reader #/reader #oc stuff #brad snider x reader #brad snider/reader #riley ramos

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

#anime #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst headcanons

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER

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(Don't ask about that GIF)

I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC

First Encounter

You both met in 173's cell

For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you

Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything

It was more as if he was interested in you

He somehow found the ability to talk

Even patted your head to your surprise

This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting

And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)

Your feelings for him

You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue

Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)

But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut

He looked as if he was clueless

But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him

Because you make him feel butterflies

If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)

Most likely would tease you at times

His Confession

Probably would plan it out

Which didn't work at all

So 173 would just do it out of the blue

To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)

Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)

Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship

Probably would conduct tests between the both of you

Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change

Like if someone blinked while standing behind you

Date

Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there

173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback

You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling

Probably talking about a lot of BS

Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)

You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot

Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you

Most likely by snapping their necks

Or sassing them out to the point of no return

When he gets jealous

It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with

If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck

Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you

Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit

Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers

Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell

Peanut can be slightly possessive of you

Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not

Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long

When there's a containment breach

There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach

Whether he did it or not he would look for you

As he's looking for you he would snap some necks

Even gave 682 a heart attack

More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)

Could care less about every other SCPs/workers

If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you

Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting

To which you giggled

The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless

You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost

Yandere!173

Would lock you up in his cell

Probably would tie you up as well

Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you

Sometimes would blindfold you

Not even the researchers could get you out

They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason

If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long

173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you

So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)

At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)

His younger sister

You're both alike and very close indeed

The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were

And you both were inseparable

So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner

You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny

The foundation would be entertained by your remarks

Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs

Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor

He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet

When his kid says their name for the first time

Would be joyful af

Nobody would hear the end of it

Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name

Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right

Tries to get them to swear late on though

Much to your dismay

173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away

Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)

Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it

Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them

When his S/O is angry

Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away

Especially if you're mad at him

Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)

Would try to calm you down after a while though

Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off

If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained

Unless it affects himself of course

Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down

In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut

If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry

Probably would as the researchers for some help as well

They don't because they don't want to die either

When someone tries to steal you away

When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation

Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it

Takes you back to his cell

Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss

Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't

Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you

If it was a D-class they would die in an instant

Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people

When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

Cries without a doubt

Would bandage you up without a doubt

Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions

Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him

So he would just take that back and just baby you

Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour

You swore you felt it kick

173 would get all excited and more protective than usual

Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr

Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader

Would be quite curious about you

Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small

Wants to adopt you without a doubt

The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173

Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire

Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit

Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis

Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others

They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks

When he accidentally kills you

It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173

Like he teleported to him and his friends

You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks

Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well

The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened

Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed

Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime

Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you

But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God

They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue

Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader

Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation

Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late

173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you

173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably

Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either

Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction

The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs

At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times

Trying McDonald's Sprite

Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways

173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try

Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth

Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's

Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink

You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's

Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell

Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite

When his kids swear

Would 100% be ok with it

173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear

Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well

Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10

Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally

Peanut would most likely encourage it

Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain

When Child!Reader scares him

Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small

You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever

Until there's some silence

173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes

Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there

Panics because he can't see you

Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him

The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell

They all started laughing once they found out

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances

Very similar to 035

Would be in awe of you dancing for him

If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~

Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity

If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed

Would try and dance with you but fails terribly

Because he keeps dropping like dead flies

Most likely broke his back

Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there

Follows wherever you go

Rubs your belly whenever he can

Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child

Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy

Does whatever you tell him to do

Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need

Would cry whenever you have your mood swings

During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him

When you try to commit suicide

Would teleport to your side at an instant

Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again

173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work

Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any

Make you stay in his cell for a while

Maybe even permanently

Wouldnt let anyone touch you

If you had any scars 173 would cry

Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way

Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader

Would definitely tease you

173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic

I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree

Will kill if anyone teases you

Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him

Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you

049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it

049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours

Probably knows more about you than peanut himself

173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look

When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader

173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell

If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks

And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else

If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'

By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you

If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end

Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this

Not even the other SCPs could help

When you curl up in their lap

Would find you the cutest thing on Earth

Aside from 999 of course

If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back

Definitely would tickle you whenever he can

Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap

Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you

When you kiss his neck

10000000000000% loves it

Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame

Most likely would ask you to do it again

Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him

If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end

Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased

Then after that go back to cuddling

173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while

Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself

But you feel bad so you just carried on

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Fight For Love

Jax Teller x Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by: @chibsytelford​ I have a request - Chibs and Jax want the same woman - she doesn't know them, so they compete for her attention by like buying her flowers or whatnot. You can decide who wins her, if either of them do!

Taglist: @talicat713​ @nothingeverdies​ @mrspeacem1nusone​ @teapartydreams​ @corebore123​ @khyharah​ @itmejado​

Parking your car in an empty space you slowly climbed out, every part of your body that could be crossed was right now. You was in desperate need of a job and ever since you moved to charming you had no luck that was until you heard Teller-Morrow was looking for a new mechanic. You literally jumped at the chance, cars where your life, blood and soul.

Glancing back at your car you smirked at the candy red fiesta ST shining proudly in the sun.

"You don't see many of them over here" a women smiled "is it an import?"

"Yeah she is" you smiled "couldn't live without my beast, what gave it away, the plates or the fact it's right hand drive"

"Both" she laughed "I'm Gemma"

"Y/N" you smiled "I phoned up about the mechanic position"

"Okay follow me sweetie, I will show you around the lot then we will have a chat" Gemma nodded.

As you was walking around the actual garage, you saw someone struggling, mainly because they had the wrong tool.

"I don't mean to intrude but try using the ratchet with the extender and the 20mm socket it will make your life easier" you smiled softly. "You will get slightly more leverage on the nut then it should crack"

"Thanks lass" the scott nodded swapping tools, a grinned formed on his face as he managed to finally get the blasted nut off. "How did ye know wha size from tha far away?"

"Cars are my passion, grew up working on them back home as my dad was a mechanic" you nodded, everyone always looked impressed that you knew your shit, mainly because there wasn't many female mechanics.

"I'm Filip by the way but everyone calls me Chibs" he smiled.

"Y/N" you nodded before following Gemma again.

Once she had shown your around she took you into the office, you was grateful it wasn't a proper interview.

"So from what you have told me, I am impressed with your knowledge not may girls know their way around an engine" she smiled "and I think you will be a good fit around here so can you start tomorrow?"

"Of course I can" you beamed "I can be here for 7.30, am I okay bringing my own tools?"

"Whatever makes you feel at home" Gemma smiled "I will get my son to follow you home and he can load them into the truck so you have them for morning, I will also get you some overalls and shirts with your name on"

"Thank you for this opportunity you won't regret it" you grinned at her.

After around 10 minutes a blond guy approached you.

"I'm assuming you are Y/N" he smirked.

"The one and only" you grinned lighting a smoke.

"Jax" he nodded "mom said you needed a hand moving some tools over"

"Urm yeah you might need to of yas" you smirked "let's just say I have a few"

"Not very often you get females in the mechanic game" Jax nodded as his eyes ran over your car "but something tells me you are a car girl"

"What gives that away" you laughed unlocking the car.

"Just a feeling" he winked "imma just get Chibs then we will follow you"

You leant against the wing of your car with a smirk on your face. Something told you that you was going to have fun working here. Seen as the two guys you had seen were very easy on the eye.

- - -

All the boys were chilling around the lot.

"It's nice to get another female around here" Jax laughed as he grabbed a beer.

"Aye, with ye on tha one" Chibs smirked "something tells me she's gunna fit in"

"Just one thing that's bugging me" Jax said sitting down "that accent"

"It's definitely a British accent but not sure where abouts" Chibs nodded. "Will ask her in the morning seen as Gem has asked me to be here for when she arrives"

Neither guy knew that they essentially were both infatuated with the same girl.

---

It had been a week since you had started at TM and you got on with the guys like a house on fire.

"Yo Y/N/N" Jax's voice boomed through the garage.

"Wha now Teller" You shouted from under the car you was working on "I'm kinda busy"

"Brought you lunch seen as you haven't stopped all day" He laughed

"Urm hate to brake it to you buddy" You laughed rolling out from under the car, grabbing your drink "Chibs beat you to it bout an hour ago"

"Bloody scott" Jax mumbled under his breath looking pissed off.

The last thing you needed was the boys starting a war over you.

"Jax it's fine, imma gal with a big appetite" You smiled taking the bag of food off him, instantly the smell of chicken nuggets hit you making your mouth water. "Thanks"

This had been going on for the last couple of days, one of them would buy you food or there would be two iced coffees sat on your tool chest when you rolled into work, you knew what was happening they were both trying to win you over. You wasn't going to lie you loved the attention. One day there was even a small bunch of flowers laying on your tool chest, you appreciated the gesture but flowers set your hayfever off but you didn't tell the lads that.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Jax asked offering you a smoke which you gratefully took. "There is a party tonight and you are part of this family now so you gotta come"

"I will be here" You nodded "But I will be working on the beast, she needs a tune up, new breaks and I've killed the tyres"

"That's cuz you race everywhere" Jax laughed. "I guess I will see you later yeah"

"Yuup" You nodded popping the p.

Not even 10 minutes later Chibs strolled up smiling at you.

"Ye need a hand Lass?" He asked leaning against the wall watching you bend over the engine.

"I'm good thanks Chibs just about done on this one" You nodded looking up at him.

"I might hang around for a bit if that's okay wi ye" He smirked.

"Knock yoursen out me duck" You winked

"You say some weird things" He chuckled shaking his head.

The party was in full swing, yet you was holed up in the garage, you was never one for parties, preferred the car scene, going to shows and meets but unfortunately none of that happened in Charming.

From outside the garage you heard arguing, but with your head in the engine bay you couldn't see who it was and could only faintly hear what they was talking about. Brushing it off you went back to working on your car.

It had got to the point where Jax and Chibs had ditched the party and was hanging with you. The banter was flowing and you was flirting with both as you all worked on your car until the early hours of the morning. 

---

Over the next month more gifts appeared, from flowers, chocolate, iced coffee, food. As much as you liked the attention, you didn’t know how much longer you would let it go on for. Both guys where constantly fighting for your attention and it was kinda making your head spin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose, it’s was more you couldn’t choose, you had amazing connections with both guys and clicked over different things. Also you had been burnt badly in the past and wanted to give your heart a break from relationships.

Another day meant another argument between the two over you. Dropping your spanner on the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the concrete drew the attention of both guys.

“Look I am fucking flattered that you are both fighting for my attention but this needs to fucking stop” you said causing them to look shocked at your outburst. “I know what you are doing, all the gifts I walk in to, you are both tryna win me over”

“So who would you pick?” Jax asked cockily making you shake your head.

“Yeah me or him lass?” Chibs asked.

Sighing to yourself as you lent on the bonnet of the car you was working on, you hated being put on the spot. 

“Honestly neither of yas” you said watching their faces drop. “Look I moved from Derbyshire and over to Charming to escape my past, I was in a very volatile relationship, one that I finally put an end to after 10 years. So right now I don’t want love, I don’t want a relationship okay”

Both guys stared at you dumbfounded.

“You are both amazing and honestly if I had to chose I don’t think I would be able to, I click with both of you in different ways” you shrugged. “It was fun seeing how far you would take it, but now you are arguing over me every day I need to put a stop to it”

“A understand lass” Chibs nodded.

“So no more gifts, no more lunches” you smiled “well maybe don’t stop the iced coffees” you winked before getting back to work.

As the guys waked into the club house you could hear them bickering away like an old married couple. 

“We both know she would have chose me anyway” Jax laughed playfully pinching Chibs.

“Ye wish Jackie Boy” Chibs laughed.

You knew full well that whilst you was part of this crazy family they wouldn’t stop fighting for your attention. Let’s blame that on them other being alpha males. But you knew that you would never get bored whilst they tried to eventually to win you over.

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Hii! Could you do like a Loki X reader avenger that has like angel like powers that would be interesting! Btw I love your fics hope you're safe out there have a nice day :))

with you

pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, loki being an absolute lil bean at times

a/n: tysm anon!  i got excited for this one, cuz i’m a sucker for anything fantasy :)  also i put loki on the team because i believe that’s beautiful *wipes eyes* hope you guys like it!

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You were grooming your large white wings, sitting on the edge of the Avengers Tower.  You relished the cool breeze circling your legs as they dangled over the side of the building.  Some pedestrians recognized you from down below and waved, and you smiled and waved back with a wing.

Life as an Avenger was strange but good.  Though you did appreciate them, you just couldn’t get used to the way humans went about their days.  They were odd yet endearing creatures.

When they asked you to be part of their team, you couldn’t refuse their cause to protect the world.

“Avengers, please report to Hangar 1,” JARVIS’ voice echoed through the comms.

Without hesitation, you folded your wings comfortably and made your way downstairs until you arrived at the hangar, where everyone was waiting.

You naturally gravitated towards Loki, who was surveying the scene before him.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Not the slightest idea,” he said.  “Something about Hydra, I assume.”

You frowned.

As far as you knew, Tony and Steve had been tracking down numerous Hydra forts looking for the stolen sceptre Loki wielded once before.  He had since then broken away from the effects, but you knew it still haunted him.

“What’s the situation, Tony?” Steve asked as he came forward.

“JARVIS picked something up over in Sokovia.  I think we should check it out,” Tony explained.  He brought up a hologram of a fort.  “It’s small and abandoned.”

“Which would make it easy for them to hide more numbers underground,” Natasha concluded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.  “C-can they do that?”

“We must be prepared for whatever they throw our way,” Thor said.  “If that means to fight fire with fire, then we’ll do so.”

Clint shrugged.  “Seems sketchy, but this is the first lead we’ve had in a few weeks.”

Steve nodded.  “We’ll have two parties.  Y/N and Loki can sneak inside and look for the sceptre while the rest of us take them on from outside,” he directed.  “If they find it, then by the time they get out and get back to us, we’ll already be long gone before Hydra can do anything.”

“You heard the captain,” Tony said, quirking an eyebrow.  “Let’s move, people.”

You followed everyone onto the Quinjet when Loki grabbed hold of your wrist.   You turned to face him, seeing the concern in his eyes.

“Loki?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said.

“Why not?  I have you.”

He sighed.  “Yes, but if we manage to find the sceptre, what if i turn against you?”  He looked away.  “What if I can’t save you?”

You laughed.  “I’m an angel, dear.  I don’t need saving.”  You brushed his hair back gently.  “And you won’t turn.  I won’t let you, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling softly.  “Okay.”

“Come on, Rock of Ages,” Tony called.  “Waiting on you!”

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes.  “You’re lucky I quietly deal with your antics, Stark.”

You pat his shoulder before getting yourself situated.  “Just let it go,” you teased.

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You flew stealthily through the trees, carrying Loki as you went.  Gunshots and canon fire echoed in the distance, signaling that the Hydra soldiers were distracted by the rest of the Avengers.  

Once you were close to the back entrance, you set Loki down and ran alongside him, meeting a few soldiers head on.

You swung your arm out in front of you, flashing a blinding light that made the soldiers collapse.  You twirled around and blew down the door with one powerful gust from your wings.

“You know, I could’ve handled that,” Loki said as he followed you through the door.

“I know,” you explained.  “But we don’t have much time.”

“I know,” he said quietly with a smirk as the two of you continued down the dark hallway.

Most of the soldiers had cleared out, either evacuating or going out to assist against the rest of the Avengers.  The lucky few you encountered either instantly fainted upon looking into your golden eyes, or screamed in horror at the illusions Loki cast.

At last, you made it to a secret passageway that deviated far from the original hallway.  Your wings shivered from the chilled air that swept through the narrow tunnel.

Your breath was a cloud that barely escaped your lips as you were nearly knocked from your feet by a blur.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Loki draw his daggers as he wrestled with a young teenage boy with silver hair.

Before you could go and help, your vision grew red before settling.  You turned to see a girl retreating to the shadows, her irises an extreme crimson.  Confusion took a hold of you as old memories clouded your eyes, but you were still able to fight through it and pin her against the stone wall.

“It didn’t work,” she breathed, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Who are you?” you questioned.  

You tightened your grip around her arms, feeling an intense fire rise to your fingertips.  The girl cried out.

“Let me go!” she hissed.  

“Answer my question,” you said calmly, raising your other flaming hand.  “I may be an angel, but I can be the devil if I want to.”

Before you could inflict any more harm, she disappeared in a blur.

You turned to see Loki wiping his bleeding lip, his daggers dissolving within his long fingers.  You rushed over, running your fingers along his lip.

He chuckled.  “I’m fine.”

Your eyes were filled with concern.  “Who were they?” you asked as you began to heal him.

“I’m not sure, but they were young,” he said.  “Maybe enhanced.”

Your fingertips gave off a soft golden glow, sealing the cut back together.  He touched his lip when you were finished, a small smile of gratitude appearing.

“Let’s get the sceptre and get out of here,” you said.

“Great plan.”

The said sceptre lay in the middle of the room under a large Chitauri Leviathan.  Other broken parts of the Chitauri soldiers lay around on various tables, making the room smell strongly of burnt flesh.  

Loki cautiously took the sceptre in his hands, shakily breathing out as he touched the gold staff.

You touched his shoulder.  “You okay?”

He sighed, which was enough for you.  “Let’s get back.”

“Captain, we have the sceptre,” you said in your earpiece as the two of you walked back through the tunnel.  

“Good.  We’re by the edge of the forest.”

“Copy that.”

You were suffocating before the two of you emerged out in the snowy forest, the fresh cold air filling your chest.

And without a warning, your knees buckled.

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Y/N!

You watched drops of blood fall onto the white snow beneath your feet.  They fell one by one, staining the pure white until a pool was created around you.

Shaking, you lifted your gaze up to see someone aiming a bow and arrow at you.  His face was blurred and dark in the red fire of the forest.

A shot rang through the air, and moments later, the arrow dug itself into your stomach.

You fell to your knees, feeling the one thing you were promised you wouldn’t feel.  Pain blossomed from the wound, making you double over.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes shot open, staring directly into Loki’s.  

Breathe! your mind screamed.

Your eyes darted around, trying to grasp where you were.

“It’s okay!  You’re safe,” he said.  “You’re at home.”

“Home,” you murmured.  After a few deep breaths, you closed your eyes.  “What happened?”

“The enhanced we ran into...”

“What about them?”

“We think one of them might have affected you,” he explained.

You shook your head.  “That’s impossible.”

“They got their powers from the sceptre,” he said.  “Who’s to say they can’t knock an angel or a god off their feet?”

You sighed, covering your face in your hands.  You could almost still feel the snow against your skin.

“That vision you had,” Loki began.  “Who was that?”

“A fallen angel.  A comrade I tried to save,” you replied.  You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.  “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t look into my head anymore.”

“I needed to know if you were alright,” he said.  “If you died, I’d be beside myself.”

You pursed your lips.  “I’m fine,” you said.  “Just shaken, that’s all.”  You laughed bitterly.  “I thought I forgot it all, but I guess no matter how long you live, you’ll always remember something like that.”

Loki nodded.  “I know what you mean.”

You took one long look at the god and smiled sadly.  “Yes, you do.”

He brushed his black locks back.  “I’m sorry, Y/N.  I should’ve sensed them coming.”

“It’s okay,” you said.  “Truly, it’s okay.  It’s a good thing we were prepared anyways, otherwise, we would’ve had a hard time making it out.”

He chuckled.  “True, but nothing’s impossible for this god,” he said as he pointed to himself.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, making Loki grin from ear to ear.  Hearing your laugh was enough to cure all the sicknesses in the world and ban darkness to the edges of the galaxy.  

It was a sound that vividly spelled, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

And it was.

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For the Character ask meme, Agatha Harkness

First impression: Okay, Agnes is... okay. She’s kinda funny, even if her jokes about how much she hates her husband Ralph is a bit grating. She’s also highkey suspicious. Plus... the last time Kathryn Hahn played a seemingly innocuous and comedic character with seemingly no comics counterpart in a Marvel property, that character ended up being a villain. You’re not fooling me again, Ms. Hahn! 

Impression now: Witchy love of my LIFE! Best Marvel villain since Killmonger, and I need to see her again! (As herself, obviously, her forced into the “Agnes” persona creeps me the fuck out.) Can she please have a spinoff?!  

Favorite moment: Uh, how about that absolute banger of a villain song? What an introduction to the real her!

Idea for a story: Ever since I saw that gifset of the most powerful MCU magic users, I want to see a team-up. Agatha teaming up with Wanda, Stephen Strange, and Loki for whatever reason! I Just Think It’d Be Neat.

Unpopular opinion: Hmm. I have a few but I think I’ll go with: yeah, what ended up happening to her is pretty damn cruel, actually? And no, even though she did horrible shit, she did not deserve that because no one deserves that, ever. And I’m 85% sure the writers intended this as a character choice for Wanda to show that she can be pretty cruel (which I am Very Okay with, do not get me wrong! I love seeing female characters do fucked up things! That’s why, for instance, I adored Glimmer in s4 and her terrible choices.) but I also do not trust the MCU to follow up on any of that properly. They’d totally handwave it away as, oh, she’s the bad guy, so it’s totes cool to just trap her in her mind like that, that’s super chill! I just can’t help contrasting it to say, what Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts did, where they actually did have the Big Bad end up trapped in her own mind (due to her own actions) and Kipo... freed her from that, reasoning that even though she’s a terrible person, no one deserves to have their mind taken away from themselves, not even her.

Favorite relationship: I adore the relationship between her and Wanda. I got a sense that (and I feel vindicated about it from some of the interviews I’ve read from the creator) Agatha still on some level wanted to connect with Wanda over magic and shit, while still also being a) highkey jealous in that classic DND Wizard vs DND Sorcerer way that Wanda has access to all this crazy magic without studying at all (which, I mean. I get it, man.) and b) power-hungry and selfish so that would certainly make their relationship, ahem, less-than-ideal. It’s a bit funny because before the reveal, I maybe thought for a minute about Wanda/Agnes as a relationship after seeing a gifset of them from the 50s ep with a not-insignificant amount of touching, captioned “Harold....” but ultimately didn’t think much of it as a ship, but as soon as the Agatha reveal happened. Well. What’s better than enemies-to-lovers, amirite? (Also made me realize that the MCU really hasn’t had much fuel for f/f enemies-to-lovers ships until now. The only example I can think of is Peggy/Dottie from Agent Carter. Granted, maybe AoS had some, I never watched much of that show. But the previous female villains in MCU movies (I specify movies cuz those are the ones made by the same studio that made WandaVision I believe), Nebula, Hela, and Ghost, wouldn’t have had that kind of shipping fuel because, in Nebula’s case, the only female Guardian of the Galaxy is her sister, so, no. In Hela’s case, she really didn’t interact with Valkyrie that much? And in Ghost’s case... again, she also didn’t really interact with Hope that much. Though maybe there’s something there with Janet, IDK. Janet did heal her.)

Favorite headcanon: Hmm. I’ve got several. I’ve already mentioned the “moonlighted as a campaign manager named ‘Jennifer Barkley’ in the 2010s” one before so I’ll try to pick another favorite. I think it’s a tossup between, all her jokes about hating her husband was her impression of what straight people are like, and she has some unspecified beef with Loki and they have a mutual hatred/some petty rivalry going on. Granted, I’m stuck between the latter headcanon and “actually if they ever met, they’d get along like a house on fire and possibly set the whole world on fire, oh dear,” mostly cuz I can’t decide which I like more.

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Lost Santos Dreams - TOH/Fake AH Crossover

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29233251   TW: Blood, Violence, Death

New to Los Santos, the Beta crew dream to make it big. However, they're about to learn the hard way why the top gang has an almost mythical status in the criminal underworld...

“I’m not wearing that!”

“Oh, calm down. It’s cute!”

“I said I wanted a lion, Noceda!” Amity snarled.

“It is a lion!” Luz held up the lion mask, complete with a bright cheerful smile and rosy cheeks.

“I wanted a fierce one, not a children’s mask! There was a bloody lion mask there last week, why didn’t you get that one!?”

“Then you should have bought them! Besides this way we match!” Luz held up her own mask, a winking otter with a wide smile. “Back me up here Willow!”

Willow sat driving next to Luz, sunny sunflower mask already on her face. She turned and briefly glanced at Luz, who was half turned around to see Amity in the back of the van.

“This seems like a lot of arguing for something we are going to destroy later, since its EVIDENCE.”

“Oh, you’re both no fun,” Luz sat back and pouted. She tossed the lion mask into the back, “Just wear the damn thing, Blight.”

A voice crackled in her earpiece, “Are you guys done fighting each other? Cuz there’s still a job to do.”

Willow raised a finger to her ear to respond, “They’re fine Gus. Just how they are. Now we’re almost there so codenames people. Illusionist run us through one last time.”

“You got it Venus. The three of you go in. Princess kills security and controls the crowd while Luzura beelines to the tellers and stops the panic buttons.”

“Don’t fuck it up Luzura,” Amity teased from the backseat.

“SHHH, I’m trying to listen,” Luz whispered overly dramatically while pointing towards her earpiece.

“Quiet in the peanut gallery,” Gus deadpanned. “Meanwhile, Venus grabs the manager and grabs whatever she can from the vault.” Willow grunted from the front seat, too focused on driving in a mask to contribute. “All the while, I’ll work my magic and keep the alarms off and the cops off your backs. Simple.”

“It’s never that simple Twerp,” Amity grumbled as she put the mask on, and fixed her hair over it. The dyed green hair forming the lion’s mane around her mask.

“Why do you keep calling me that, Princess?” Gus groaned. “Alright I’m all set up here, ready to go when you are.”

“We’re here,” Willow pulled over outside of Grand National Bank.

“What’s that tag?” Luz looked at some graffiti on the bank by an alley, a green rubber duckie encircled in a green crosshair.

“It’s how gangs claim territory in Los Santos,” Amity double checked her rifle before cocking it. “It’s nothing to worry about. No self-respecting gang would use a rubber duckie,” She scoffed.

“You did check this place with Ed- er… the Owl Lady, right?” Luz asked Willow. “I don’t want our first official act in this city to be piss off a major gang.”

“It’s fine Luzura,” Willow double checked her body armor.

“Would you stop worrying?” Amity snapped. “We’ll be in and out before anyone is the wiser.”

Luz glared back at Amity, “Fine.” She grabbed her bat and opened the door.

The girls exited the van, and Luz took the three in. Willow had her usual trenchcoat on, hair cut short and combat boots, the sunflower mask a sharp difference from her outfit. Amity for some reason wore a bright pink outfit, skirt and all; which with the smiling lion mask gave a vibe of cheerleader at Halloween. Only the spiked bracelets and collar contributed to the danger of the AK she wielded. Luz had stuck with the classic, a striped shirt and green army jacket with a beanie. Of course, the winking otter mask sealed the deal.

With a quick nod, the three hurried up the stairs. Luz was the first to the door bodychecking it open and sprinting inside. Willow hurried in next and Amity strolled casually after, her assault rifle already leveling at the security guards.

Willow raised her pistol and let out a burst into the air, Civilians screamed and cowered away from them.

“HANDS UP AND GET DOWN NOW!” Amity threatened the under armed security guards with her ‘Blight’ voice. A tone which commanded respect.

Luz, running a fair distance ahead, raised her bat and slammed it into a lone guard on the other side as she passed. The man crumpled and Luz kicked open the door to the tellers.

“ALRIGHT HANDS UP! THIS IS A STICK UP!” She shouted as she threatened the tellers with her pistol. The tellers threw their hands away from the panic buttons and towards the ceiling.

“Oh my god, can you be more cliche?” Amity grumbled.

“No fighting,” Willow commanded as she hauled some well-dressed man up off the floor. “Ok, Mister Manager. Time to see the safe.”

“I-I don’t understand! We paid for this month, why are you here!?”

“Shut up and move!” Willow shoved him towards the back.

Luz meanwhile led all the tellers out of their room and had them lay with the rest of the hostages. Amity patrolled the room, her rifle just itching and a growl in her throat.

“Tellers secured,” Luz announced as the last person exited the room.

“Good work Luzura. How’s it going in the vault Venus?” Gus asked.

“This asshole won’t stop blabbing about the Fakes? Ever heard of them?”

“Sounds familiar, but I’m not too up on West Coast criminals.”

“The Owl Lady would know probably,” Luz said into her ear piece.

“Who cares? Let’s just get the money and get out,” Amity shook her head.

“Alright we’re good. Heading back upfront,” Willow gave the call after a few minutes. “How’s the street look Illusionist?”

“Looks good on my end. Wait…” Sounds of rapid typing filled their earpieces. “There’s someone else in the system. Fuck they’re good.”

“What? Who? Cops? Bank IT?” Willow sounded incredulous, as she tossed some bags to the others. Luz slung hers over her shoulder before turning towards the doors.

“Too good for them. Fuck, I don’t know what they want but you might not have too much time.”

“It’s fine we’re done here,” Luz shoved the door open with her shoulder.

“LUZURA GET DOWN!”

The van at the bottom of the steps exploded, knocking Luz on her ass in the open door. Looking around she saw a sports car parked a bit further down, the driver dropping an empty rpg tube into the backseat. He idly fixed his purple suit jacket (over an orange shirt? Who wears that?) and ran a finger along his white Stetson towards Luz with a smirk.

A lanky well-dressed blonde in gold sunglasses grinned next to the passenger seat, but it was when the trunk closed and two more people stepped around to the front that Luz moved.

She scrambled backwards, slamming the door closed and started shouting at everyone, “GET BACK! AWAY FROM THE DOOR! MOVE QUICK!”

She dove over the central desk as bullets started flying through the door, peppering it with holes. Outside the noise was unrelenting as the thick wooden doors were slowly turned to scraps. Luz thought she heard screams but couldn’t tell if it was civilians or her friends as she huddled behind her cover.

After what seemed an eternity, first one then another door fell off the hinges absolutely wrecked. The hail of gunfire stopped, though the ringing in Luz’s ears continued.

Gus’s voice was the first thing to pierce the ringing, “Guys!? What’s going on!? I lost visual feed!”

“I-I’m ok!” Willow sounded unsure for the first time since Luz met her. “Princess? Luzura? What was that?”

“That would be company toasting our ride!” Luz responded, using the lull to check her gun. “No way that was cops! What kind of bank did you bring me to!?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a mob bank. A well-armed one. Ah Fuck!” Amity grunted in pain.

“You going soft on us Princess?” Luz asked with no small amount of concern.

“In your dreams, Luzura,” Amity snarled.

Luz went to say something else but a high British voice called out, “Now that is how you make an entrance Boi!” Gripping her pistol and bat, Luz slowly looked over the counter seeing the four enter the door. The lanky well-dressed man with golden shades was gesturing around with a golden deagle and a grin.

Next to him, a man in a leather jacket scowled at the Brit, “Yeah, that’s why I did it, idiot!” The man’s minigun still smoked from pulverizing the door.

“Aww, Mogar. Let him have his fun,” A redhead woman laughed as she draped herself over sunglasses.

“Can you guys focus?” The color clashing cowboy cocked his AK, “Hey Fuckers! You and your friends are dead!”

“Whelp. We’re screwed,” Luz whispered into her earpiece.

“Giving up already Luzura?” Amity’s laugh turned to a hiss.

“That’s it! I’m heading over! Where the fuck’s my gun!?”

“Chill Illusionist! There’s only four, and if it’s their bank they won’t use that minigun inside. They’re all bluster,” Luz could almost hear the gears turning in Willow’s head.

“They already used it on the door and Princess is hurt, we’re still at a disadvantage,” Luz shot back, trying to keep sight on the four without being seen. The three had started moving further into the bank, while leather jacket (Mogar?) stood guard at the door.

“It’s just a scratch,” Amity hissed.

“Ok, an AK and two pistols. AK is heading left of the doors and pistols are going right,” Willow must have a better vantage than Luz. “Princess move towards the AK and try to get a drop on them. I’ll go the other way and try to draw the pistols away. Luzura stay down and wait for an opportunity.”

“Copy,” Amity responded.

“What about the mini?” Luz asked.

“It’s intimidation Luzura!” Amity snapped.

Luz only grumbled as she checked her pistol for the twentieth time. She could hear someone just on the other side of her cover.

“Come out, come out where ever you are…,” The redhead sang softly. Luz tensed with her pistol, watching the lip of the counter.

Suddenly, Willow’s automatic pistol barked to Luz’s right. “Ahh! Shite!” The Brit’s gun fired twice, “Phoenix, a little help!?”

The redhead groaned, “C’mon Golden Boy. You can’t take one pistol?” Luz saw her moving forward to take cover by the teller windows, not noticing the girl behind her.

“HEY FUCKER!” Amity’s AK barked on the other side of the bank, “ARE YOU COLORBLIND OR SOME SHIT!? I MEAN PURPLE AND ORANGE!?”

“SAYS THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DECIDED BETWEEN PUNK OR PREP!” More automatic fire rang out. “THOUGHT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!”

“Ok, OK! I’M IN! …and I’m out…” Gus called out, “Shit. This fucker is good.”

Willow’s pistol let out another burst, and Golden Boy’s gun shot back. The redhead leaned forward to peek over the teller window, and Luz lined up her pistol. As she was about to pull the trigger, Willow’s gun fired and bullets bounced off the bullet proof glass above Phoenix’s head.

The redhead ducked from the fire; her head turned to press against the counter. The girl’s eyes went wide as she met Luz’s stare.

“FUCK!” The redhead spun pulling her gun up. But Luz’s gun barked in panic unloading the gun into center mass.

Behind Luz a wail was heard, before the whirling sound of a minigun coming to speed was heard. Luz hated being right.

She shot up and ran to the left, as bullets started flying shredding her hiding spot. Running as fast as she could, hyper aware of the hot lead that seemed one step behind her.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!”

Luz dove into an empty office just as the gunshots turned to clicking of an empty chamber. Mogar screamed again, and a large metal thud sounded as the empty minigun landed close to the office door.

“LUZ!?” Amity shouted in concern.

“Fuck that was close,” Luz kicked the wood door shut then scrambled behind the desk. Gunshots rang out outside the office, and Luz patted herself down looking for another mag. Finding one last mag she reloaded, “Bad news guys, I lost my mask. How are you?”

“Only you Luz…” Willow sighed.

“Dumbass,” Amity’s AK barked again.

“Love ya too,” Luz chanced a peek through the window. Mogar was kneeling by Phoenix, holding her hand. He leaned down and cupped her face for a moment before standing up and firing a bullet into her head. He turned snarling towards Luz.

“Shit!” Luz ducked back down, holding her bat and gun tightly. “These guys are fucking hardcore. He just executed his teammate!”

“Fuck!” Amity growled, “How are we going to get out of here Venus?”

…

“Venus?”

“Oh, sorry. Was that this lovely bird with the trenchcoat?” Golden boy’s accented voice came through the earpiece. “She can’t come to the phone right now. May I take a message?” He asked in good humor.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?” Gus roared over the coms.

“Nothing she didn’t try to do to me, I assure you mate. Besides, if you didn’t try to rob from the FAKES then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Gus continued to yell and rage but Luz was distracted by the gunfire shattering the windows in the office she was hiding at. Luz yelled in surprise covering her head from the glass.

“LUZ,” Amity screamed over the comms, her gun going off again. “JUST DIE YOU FUCKER!”

“Hey! Ottergirl!” Mogar yelled, “You killed my wife you Bitch!” He fired off a few more times with his pistol, “Come out coward!” His gun clicked empty.

“I’m no coward! Now eat this Sucker!” Luz shot up and unloaded her pistol at the man. He stood there calmly reloading as the shots flew by him, the entire time glaring at Luz. Luz slowly lowered her empty pistol, “So…Would you accept a heartfelt apology?”

Mogar growled, stuffing his pistol back into its holster. He cracked his knuckles and neck as he strode confidently into the office. Luz tossed the empty gun at him, then raised her bat.

Luz swung, keeping Mogar on the other side of the desk. He snarled at each swing, before grabbing a chair and chucking it at Luz. Luz yelped and swung her bat, smacking it away. This was the opening Mogar was waiting for, and he went low driving a fist into her stomach. Quick as a flash, his other fist connected with her face.

Luz’s head rung and she tried to get away, swinging her bat rather weakly in a vain attempt. Mogar easily blocked it and grabbed Luz, throwing her over the desk and back into the bank proper.

Luz rolled to a stop, using her bat to attempt to get up. She wiped some blood from her lip and glared at Mogar.

“HEY!” Amity yelled from the side. She stood there sans mask with a pistol under the cowboy’s neck, holding him hostage. “Let her go or this colorblind idiot gets it.”

“Again, it’s very insulting when you say that. I am not an idiot,” The man slowly reached up and took his hat off.

Mogar huffed and pulled his gun out.

“Hey! I mean it!” Amity shouted, forcing the gun into his neck even harder.

“I’ll see you back at base Rimmy Tim,” Mogar leveled his gun at the pair. Luz tried to stand but fell back to her knees.

“Just make sure you bring my hat this time. Don’t feel like another raid on the evidence locker this week,” Rimmy Tim smiled completely at ease as Mogar pulled the trigger.

Amity looked shocked as Rimmy Tim went limp, dropping his body and looking at the blood that smeared onto her hand. “What the fuck?” Several gunshots rang out and Amity dropped.

“NO!”

Luz drove her bat towards Mogar’s legs, knocking him onto his back. She jumped on top swinging. They devolved into an absolutely feral fistfight. Both giving as much as they got, as they rolled round trying to gain the upper hand.

Climbing on top once again, Luz slammed a fist into his face. In the daze she managed to get her hands around the man’s neck. Mogar snarled up at the girl, his hands trying to break her grip or punch her off. But in her rage, Luz was beyond caring of a few punches.

Pistol-whipping, however?

A shiny gold handle slammed into Luz’s head, knocking her off Mogar who gasped for breath. Luz’s vision swam for a second before clearing back up. Faintly she was aware of Gus yelling, seeing as her earpiece was knocked out of her ear.

“Now, now. None of that Love,” The Golden Boy’s voice casually said. “Too much killing already so I can’t have you offing my boi.” He shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Fuck you and your Boy!” Luz spat out some blood. “He killed my Girl!”

“You killed my wife…” Mogar choked out between coughs. The Golden Boy rolled his eyes.

“So dramatic. Sorry Love, all’s fair and all that,” The Golden Boy leveled his golden deagle at Luz’s face. “That’s just how the milk crumbles the biscuit sometimes.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Mogar snarled at the Golden Boy.

“Oi! Don’t be rude, Micoo!” Was the second to last thing Luz heard.

BLAM

 Luz shot up, looking around wildly before realizing she was in the bedroom of her new apartment. She winced at the horrible headache splitting her skull. Her sheets were covered in sweat and she panted from the scarily clear nightmare she had just awoken from. With a sigh of relief, she fell back onto her pillow to stare at the ceiling, cursing the throbbing headache that clearly influenced her dreams.

Unfortunately, her tentative plans to just go back to sleep to avoid dealing with said headache was cut short with a ringing phone. With a groan, she patted her pockets for her cell. Idly she realized she must have fell asleep without changing into her pajamas, as she pulled her work cell out and answered.

“What!?” Normally, she was more chipper but the headache felt as if it sucked all the life from her.

“Christ, Luz! Finally!” Amity snarled with a bit of relief. “Willow! I got Noceda!” Amity called into the background before asking the one question she never asked Luz, “Are you ok?”

“What? Yeah, just got a throbbing headache. And apparently, I slept in my body armor,” Luz’s free hand started unstrapping the Velcro on her armor. “That’d explain that freaky dream I had.”

“That we tried to rob Grand National Bank then were killed by a rival gang?”

Luz stopped, concern forcing its way into her thoughts, “How did you know that Amity…?”

“You should turn the news on Luz…”

Luz sat still for a second, before shooting off the bed. Scrambling into the next room, she grabbed the remote and flicked the tv on.

“-orning gang violence erupted down at Grand National Bank, as two rival criminal factions had a shootout in the front lobby. There are reports of numerous casualties as well as the criminals getting away with thousands of dollars. Eyewitness accounts claim several of the assailants fell during the shootout, but LSPD has refused to comment.”

The blood rushed to Luz’s ears and the news reporters’ words seemed to become distant as they showed pictures and grainy video of the shootout. There her and her friends reenacted the dreams events as they faced off against the FAKES. She slumped onto her couch and just watched.

Slowly she became aware of someone calling her name from far away. Looking down she realized that her cell was still connected.

She put it against her ear again, “What the FUCK happened!?”

#The Owl House #achievement hunter #Fake AH Crew #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Willow Park #Gus Porter #Betas #Michael Jones #Lindsay Jones #Gavin Free #Jeremy Dooley #Immortal AU #GTA AU #pra370r1an

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Animals - Negan Werewolf AU

Note: This is a little thing I wrote for the  “ Negan’s Fall Writing Challenge” created by the lovely @thewalkingdead-imagines​ ! This is my second time joining a Negan’s challenge, and I gotta say I really enjoy every word, also was my first time writing an AU, oh boy it gave me so much ideas but had to do this short, college was kind of a bitch, but anyways, here it is! Let me know what you think.

So basically it’s kind of the same space and time from the show but instead of walkers humans started to become werewolf, so I guess it’s not big difference.

The leaves cracked under your feet as you ran through the dark forest, your heart pumping real fast, heavily breathing you kept running as fast as your tired legs allow you, a dense fog covering the woods made the night even darker, you could hardly see, but clearly heard them. Wolves, at least three of them, big, strong, furious and hungry, ready to attack.

They were dangerous close, getting closer and closer to you somewhere in the fog, waiting for the right moment. You focused on the road, trying not to fall down but still careful and ready to shoot. Soon enough you heard fast and heavy footsteps not far for you, watching for the corner of your eyes you caught a grey wolf running close so you raised your gun and quickly fired at them, they cried out as the bullet hit their side and fell to the ground.

You kept running through the dark woods leaving the wolf behind. There were still two of them left. You still hoped for a place to hide, you knew you wouldn't make it back to Alexandria, it was way far and with the wolves hunting it’d be almost impossible for you to even find the way home. So your only chance was to hide and wait for the day to come.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of you growling, a big brown beast with a killing face looking at you, showing their big pointy teeth. Slowly they came closer never stopped looking at you they started tracing a circle around you, as another one joined. Breathing uneasy you looked at them, your finger stuck to the trigger and your heart racing as your mind was trying to find a way out.

One of the wolves moved a little closer licking their lips, you were ready to kill them and so they were when suddenly they stopped and raised their ears, they started to sniff something in the air you couldn’t, and then a clear whistle rumble through the woods, after a small silence it sound again. The wolves got scared, lowered their ears and hid their tail between their legs when a male throaty laugh spread for the forest. 

“Well, damn” the deep voice said sending a cold shiver down your spine. “Looks like some doggies are hunting in my territory” he said. The wolves nervously cried, you could see them clearly shaking out of fear, it gave you chills and slowly you felt a lump forming in your throat.

“And I do not allow it” he raised his voice again firm and clear,  but no signal of him to see, just that powerful voice. He laught one more time and then you saw him. His tall figure standing in the middle of the road, wearing some grey pants, a leather jacket and a blood red scarf that made his handsome features stand out: his gray beard adorned with a pair of dimples, his fine yet rough nose, his black hair smoothed back and those hazel eyes. 

You stood there unknown of what to do, afraid to move or even blink, your whole body beginning to fill with adrenaline. 

“Now” he stepped forward. “Run” 

And that's exactly what you did. Your body moved without a second thought trying to put as much distance as possible between  you and that man. The wolves stayed, behind you the sound of growls made stronger but you didn’t dare to know what was going on. Then a wolf cried, the sound turned into a scream, a human scream full of pain. You felt goosebumps and an urge to run away. 

With your heart racing you continued running, looking back from time to time hoping nothing was following you but the moonless night wouldn’t let you. After a while you stopped to catch your breath, your legs way too tired out to keep running but you knew if you stop whoever was that man could find you. You wondered what happened after you ran, on wolf was dead no question, but did that man kill them? if so how? and why they feared so much?, somehow your head was unable to forget him.

The wolves often showed no emotions but hunger and fury, it was quite weird to see them as scared as that, and that meant danger not only for you but for your entire community, Alexandria. You have joined with your group a time ago. It was a nice place, with people living almost as the world had not went to shit but most important it had walls. Your group had already faced many threats and bad people and of course, the wolves, and the most recent enemies a group called The Saviors, but this guy was a real danger you could tell.

Finally after walking much you found an old cabin, finally a place you could hide and rest until the morning, now the daylight didn't guarantee your security but it meant at least you could find the right way home. 

The fatigue on your body made you fell asleep before you noticed, but almost immediately a knock in the door woke you up and made you flinch. You stepped close to the door quietly gun in hand. A knock again, before you heard him.

“Hey, open the door, babe” your stomach turned as you hear the voice of that man wearing a leather jacket you met in the woods. You stayed quiet, while you hear his playful laugh. “C’mon darling, I know you’re in there… can smell you” with that your whole body filled with tension.

“I won't hurt you” He said not receiving an answer. You doubted but decided to open without lowering the gun. And there he was, his tall body leaning against the doorframe, blood splashed over his features. “Easy, baby” he calmly said looking from you to the gun. “I’m Negan” 

You kept silence watching him, fearing him. His name was repeating in the back of your head, you were sure you have heard it before but couldn't remember where. The only thing you knew for sure was that you shouldn't make him mad, just in case.

“I’m, (y/n)” you said. He smirked.

“Well, (y/n) it seems to me, you are very far from home, aren’t you?” he raised his hand and slowly made you lower your gun “You won’t need this, I won’t hurt you, I told you before” he took the gun away from you hands. 

“What do you want?” You told him, looking at his eyes with fury. He hold your gaze and smiled softly and then raised his voice again “Take a sit in that comfy ass couch behind you, I need to talk to you for a bit” He ordered. Afraid, you did as he said, keeping you hand close to the knife on your belt.

He kept silence for a second and then he spoke.

“Listen, I know you’re from Alexandria, your friend Ricky has already killed a bunch of my men and I do not like that” You flinch as you heard he knew about your community. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you told him.

“Of course you know, sweetheart. I saw them and I saw you killing my men, and I am saying men ‘cuz they were still in their human form but even when they take their wolf shit form you still managed to kill them” he said death serious looking you deep in the eyes. Then he grined and let his back fell against the couch. “Now, I want to make a deal with your friends”

“What kind of deal? we barely have enough food for us and also we don’t want anything  from you” you were angry, your voice let that clear and your clenched fists too. Negan sigh.

“Protection. You work for me, you do what I say and I can protect you from other packs.” So he was one of them, he was a wolf. The man approached to you, his finger traveled to your chin and he forced you to look at him, centimeters distant to him you feel his warm breath “I just gave you a sample, sweetheart. Those wolves would have eat you if I wasn’t there, so maybe a thank you would be better than you complaining at me”

You look at him with hate on your eyes, moving your head to get out of his grab. Yes, he was indeed a real trouble for your safety, so you decided to play easy.

“Thanks” 

“Good girl” he smirked at you. He stood up before grabbing you by the arm and made his way to the door. “Now, to show you what a gentleman I am, I'm going to take you home.” as you stepped out of the old cabin he let go of your arm, then he transformed. He raised his head jaw clenched, his gaze darken while hair covered his body and all his human parts begun to change, the legs and arms got to the floor becoming like claws. All his handsome face features became larger, his teeth grew bigger and sharp. They he stood, a massive black wolf with hazel eyes, Negan.

He made his way to you, delicate movements he traced in his wolf form, until he was right in front of you, his face almost reached your chin, he was a really big wolf. His warm breath hitting in your face, you had never seen a wolf this close, it was both beautiful and scary at the same time.

Negan gave you a look and you knew he wanted you to crawl over his body, carefully you did, placing your arms around his neck. Once he felt you over him, he started running through the woods at high speed, the cold air hitting you face made you hold tight, feeling his soft hair and his warm body pressed against yours. And just for a moment you felt like you were safe, but the feeling didn’t last, quickly you were at Alexandria’s gates, standing beside the big bad wolf who howled and pretty soon you were surrounded by a whole pack of growling wolves. Up in the watchtowers you saw your friends having no idea of what was about to come. You turned your head to the side only finding out Negan was back in his human form, he winked at you before starting walking near the gates, whistling as he did in the woods but this time, his pack, now fully human whistled with him. 

“Hello” Negan called out, you saw Rick opening the gate’s curtain.

“Who are you?” your friend said cold, making the taller man laugh.

“Well, I see where this baby girl learned his manners” he joked looking at you, “I’m Negan, and those dirty men overthere are my Saviors.” he said moving almost theatrical, dangerous, “Here’s the thing, Rick, isn’t it? You and your gang killed a damn bunch of my goddamn Saviors” Negan bust off lowering the tone of his voice, making you flinch. You hopped your group were prepared, hoped for them to just start shooting and end with this already, but at the same time you knew it could only make it worse, those were werewolves, bigger, faster and more powerful than regular humans like you, there were people inside the gates who never had even seen one like this, so if Rick wanted Alexandria to survive he must think wisely.

“But you know what, Rick?” the sound of his voice got you out of your thoughts. “I am not mad at you. I’m happy that we could finally meet. Also brought you a little but damn hot gift to prove you I’m a real man” you felt his gaze lying on you while he spoke. “Come here, babe”. furios you stepped next to him.

“(y/n) are you alright?” You saw Carl behind his father looking at you with worried eyes, this kid was strong but also had a big heart and you knew it.

“I’m fine, nothing to worry about kid”  you started to say.

“Hell yeah, she’s totally right kiddo” Negan interrupted you. “Her sweet ass is safe and alive thanks to me, young man” he said slinging an arm over your shoulders. Oh this man was enjoying himself, being in charge, he liked it.

“Get your finger outta her!” you heard Daryl growling angry, he was a close friend and after all you’ve been through he and the rest of the group became your family.

“Everybody shut the shit down!” the leader of the Savior screamed. “I was in a good mood but now I’m starting to think which one of you I should take for dinner. Let's make this quick” he spoke walking along the gates, “There’s one and only one option out of this, you work for me you provide for me, you do shit I say, you’ll be alright. I will give you my service and we are all nice. As I said, It is your only option, so whatcha say?” 

“What’s your price?” Shaking his head Rick spoke. “We don’t have much”

“And we don’t need you” you raised your voice. You couldn't have this deal, it gave u goosebumps. Negan turned in his heels, and walked directly to you.

“I like her” he said a few inches from you. “She got spirit, maybe I’ll keep her” he smirked at you. “Now, Rick. I want half of your food, and anything I like.”

“No” you answered. “We are starving here, if you take that away many people will die, we can’t…”

“(y/n)” you heard Rick trying to calm you but Negan raised his hand in signal for him to stop. 

“I really like you, sweetheart. But maybe you should learn that sometimes you gotta shut that pretty mouth of yours”

“We’re not doing it.” You told him serious. “I already thank you for saving me, but we are not going to give you our food, there children in there, families, you can’t ask us for that kind of things, give us time, we’ll find something else but not food” you stared at him with cold eyes, you were trying to protect your family.

“Well I can, and I am asking you to. Sorry to disappoint you baby but I take what I want when I want it” he hissed. “So, I want half of your shit! Now this land belongs to me, everything Rick, you work for me now so I want my shit ready when I come back” he yelled out pissed. “And you, (y/n)” he held your chin up, his eyes darkened, his fangs growing as he spoke. “You belong to me” 

For the corner of your eyes you saw his men turning into wolves again, suddenly you weren’t looking at a man anymore but a black beast with sharp teeth that somehow managed to get you once more on his back, dragging you quickly away from your family, from your home. He was a monster and now he was taking you to his place.

#Negan's Fall Writing Challenge #twd #the walking dead #twd imagine #Negan #negan imagine #negan x reader #the walking dead imagine #negan fic #twd fanfiction #twd fic #writing challenge #negan writing challenge #negan twd

[baronvonriktenstein]

send me song recs !! or maybe even doodle smth with a song? ;)

I’ll always recommend anything by Broken Bells

My personal favorites are:

October Remember what they say, there’s no shortcut to a dream. It’s all blood and sweat, and life is what you manage in between.

Shelter I got myself in a world of trouble And I can't run so I guess I'll fight For your love, the one thing I return to. Holding so tight, I’ll put it to you now For your consideration.

The Remains of Rock & Roll It’s too long to wait around for everyone to decide. I’m off to the Promised Land if anyone needs a ride. It’s a small car, but we’ll fit inside if we leave our bags behind. We’ll entertain ourselves just watching the world go by.

Sailing to Nowhere Tonight we sail the wide low wind Rolling her homeward With blood on our knives. Who'd have known, you’re a deviant sister - Guts on your blouse. Worth your own weight In diamonds.

Perfect World I’ve got nothing left, it’s kind of wonderful ‘cause there’s nothing they can take away.

Control Well, it started as a game using pleasure, using pain. We got higher and higher that way. But it didn’t work today even though it felt so right. Nothing’s permanent in life, so it’s useless to hold on so tight.

Mongrel Heart Back on this old game, you’ll be cut down in a seedy stairway.

A couple of Non-Broken Bells that get me going

“Damaged People” by Depeche Mode We’re damaged people praying for something that doesn’t come from somewhere deep inside us. Depraved souls trusting in the one thing, the one thing that this life has not denied us.

“Fire flies” by Gorillaz If all you ever get from the summit is the count of the fall of man. Every call and cost made to your heart. You were in the kind of game that put the force in me. I was ever chasing fireflies.

“Souk Eye” by Gorillaz I'll be a regular guy for you, I never said I'd do that. Why you looking so beautiful to me now when you so sad?

“The Rifle’s Sprial” by The Shins [The singer, James Mercer, also forms 1/2 of Broken Bells] Fair warning though, This one’s about like suicide bombers or something along those lines. Listen, now, we won't tell anyone But you're gonna tell the world. So life ain't been any fun. Now your viscera unfurls

The Prom Night Theme (1980 Film) [this one’s just for fun since I was really thinking about it yesterday] Come and fly me away To a place where we can be together. If for only a day We can face reality forever.

I like most of these cuz they’re very chill-sounding and some of them would make great fanfic fuel [Especially Damaged People]

Uhhh Outside of these you’ll have to give me genres or something.

As for a doodle... I’ll have to think on that tomorrow.

#song recs #thanks anon ily #anon #ask

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Logan and His Little Bumble Bee (Single Dads AU) Chapter 4!!!

Word Count: 3643

TW: swearing, deceit, vague mentions of vague trauma, arguments, crying, unconscious projecting, one quick mention of homophobia, roman is a big nervous a lot lmk if I missed anything!!!

Notes: This was out way sooner than I expected. So I made this one revolving around Roman and Dmitri for once, because we don’t get that much and now he has thoughts and things to say!!! Anyways it starts a bit angsty but its really soft and fluffy and I love my baby gays. It’s dialogue heavy this time around, it’s almost as if my writing changes subconsciously depending on which character I am writing. Huh. I hope you enjoy it, I worked my butt off for it. Previous chapter here, first chapter here!

Summary: “you are 15 years old! Absolutely not!!!” Logan is having trouble letting Roman be himself, projecting his own bad experiences on him without realizing it. Roman and Dmitri kiss a lot because they’re really soft and really gay.

“you are 15 years old! Absolutely not!!!”

“dad people in my grade have been dating since they were 10 come on!”

“and they're irresponsible and don’t know better! Roman it is not a good idea-”

“Logan dear be rational; kids are supposed to-”

“NO!”

Everyone paused as Logan screamed. Roman had flinched and Logan winced knowing he caused it, but he couldn’t just stop at this point.

“Roman, dating this young is a bad idea, take it from me. I mean that was when I got together with mercy-”

“you can’t say that like it’s the biggest mistake you’ve made dad!!! Because… because if it was then I would have-I know it ended badly with you and her, but you were still happy at the time! You can’t just keep me from experiencing things because you're scared dad. I'm not you. I-I need to live my own life eventually, and if I don’t know how to then what am I gonna do when I'm an adult?”

“you don’t- Roman that isn't necessary to be happy, I mean look at me and Patton-”

“well maybe I don’t want to pine for someone for 9 years!!! Maybe, maybe I want to live my life now, instead of waiting in fear!!! Maybe I want my happily ever after before I settle down, maybe, for once, I want to live my life without worrying that I'm a disappointment to my parents!!! I know you don’t mean to but you just, you make everything so hard! You-you have so much, so much hope. That I'm going to be this perfect kid and I'm gonna grow up to be amazing, and its exhausting! I want to make a decision without worrying that I'm going to do wrong by you! And then mercy… mercy never saw me for me, and I always had to be perfect for her and she's gone now but I'm just so tired dad! I'm tired of trying to fit inside this perfect box that I think you have for me, I want to be a teenager, I want to date, I want to go to parties, I want to make mistakes and not cry myself to sleep thinking I've made you hate me. It’s so hard to try to make you happy all the time. I want to have a chance to just make me happy.”

Logan stared at Roman. He had been trying so hard to protect him and take care of him, and all he had been doing was overwhelming him. He had never meant to do any of it, Roman was right, but he went back through his brain and it hurt to see that he had unconsciously pushed his son onto a pedestal that was impossible to escape from. He was never disappointed in him, whether he did good or bad or made mistakes, he had always tried to show that he was proud no matter what. He felt tears welling in his eyes and saw Roman twist uncomfortably. He felt Patton's arm wrap around his shoulders, but he couldn’t stay there, his mind was racing too fast. He was catastrophizing he knew, but he couldn’t so easily stop himself. His head was knocked out of the process when Roman ran into his arms, wrapping him in a hug. He let his arms fold around his sons waist, letting a few tears fall.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry dad I just- I needed to tell you and I was going to tell you in a nicer way, a better planned way but then this happened and it all came out I'm sorry dad I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“it’s- its fine Ro. I needed to hear that from you. I'm. I'm sorry Ro I didn’t mean it. I try so hard to show that I'm always proud of you, god you have helped me so much and I've never realized that I was making you feel so pressured I'm sorry bee, I’ll try harder, I didn’t know-”

Logan’s head was buried in Roman’s chest, it was the benefit of his son growing taller than him, he could hide his tear stained face out of sight. He sniffed a bit, rubbing his eyes before letting go of him. He smiled widely at Roman.

“I was wrong to have set such impossible standards. It was wrong of me to treat you like I had a second chance at my childhood. I really, just want the best for you but-”

He took a sharp inhale and looked him in the eyes.

“but its your life. And-and if you want, if you want to date. Then, I-I support you completely. Because, because I love you Roman. So so much.”

His eyes teared up again, and he let out a choked laugh while rubbing his eyes clear. Roman smiled at him and hugged him again, thanking him profusely. At that point Virgil walked back inside. He looked at the scene, sending a questioning glance at Patton over the other two. Patton let out a small smile and shook his head, to which Virgil shrugged and went upstairs without a further thought.

 “so, he was fine with it?”

“I mean he wasn’t, but I explained a few things and he's fine with it now. It took a little bit of the harsher truths to be spilled for him to understand my point, and a few tears, but yeah.”

“wow. I haven’t seen… either of you cry in my entire time knowing you.”

“yeah it doesn’t happen often. I think the last time I saw my dad cry was when he told me that mercy wasn’t coming back.”

“geez that’s a long time. And its always baffled me that I've never seen you cry; I've known you since you were 2.”

“yeah, I'm a uh, private crier. I don’t think I've cried in front of people really since I could talk.”

“fuck man how the hell did you manage that?”

“… I mean I don’t remember it, but I think it was a leftover from when I still lived with mercy.”

“what.”

“eh, it doesn’t matter.”

“no wait what? What did she do to you?”

“pfft, I just told you Vee, I don’t remember. I get vague fuzzy feelings that are sorta like if memories were feelings, but otherwise I have no idea.”

“that’s fucked up man”

“meh. Anyways back to the original topic, soooo can I get Dmitri's number?”

“oh my god.”

“oh, and you're at 75 cents.”

“shit.”

“a dollar!”

 Virgil had handed over his number easily, smirking as Roman gave him a hug before dashing into his own room. Roman had immediately sent Dmitri a text, ‘hey, its Roman! Dads way more chill now so I stole your number from Virgil’ and he had responded almost immediately.

‘neat so are we gonna talk about what that was?’

‘I mean, I thought it was p straight forward, but I mean if you think we should?’

‘I mean yeah but’

Radio silence for a minute

‘but like, idk if you want this to be serious or smth like, casual. I mean I don’t care either way’

‘oh! Well something serious sounds nice!’

‘thank god I was not prepared for something casual regardless of what I said’

‘pfft, its fine tough guy’

‘if that nickname sticks you gotta use it around rem, it'll make him bug out’

‘alrighty! Tough guy~’

‘ouch yo chill it with that I'm in public’

‘pfft ur a dork Dee!’

‘I am absolutely not a whale’s penis and I'm offended you would even imply it’

‘oh my god I'm gonna break up with you’

‘nooooo don’t do that I'm too dark and mysterious to be broken up with for that’

‘dark and mysterious my butt! The only dark thing about you is your humor and the only mysterious things about you are your eyes!’

‘babe I have a reputation to keep up!’

‘guess your rep will just have to fit me in there somewhere then!’

‘god you are adorable, I gtg before you somehow make me start uwuing at my family’

‘uwu bye bye mistew dmitwi!!!’

‘god its disgusting kill it with fire’

‘love you too Dee! <3<3<3’

‘<3’

Roman set down his phone afterwards, feeling the butterflies attacking his insides like rabid animals. He changed the tab over to his YouTube and put on his headphones, listening to his curated BTS playlist, starting off with answer: love myself, bopping along and humming. He switched the tab and scrolled through Tumblr smiling at the posts about his favorite superheroes.

 The next week was absolutely blissful for Roman, he alternated between sitting at his table with a few of his acquaintances who he would chat with about his hyperfixations, and with Dmitri and his friends. Virgil had a different lunch hour luckily, otherwise he would have been slightly embarrassed. But hilariously the first day he sat with Dee, his friends were caught off guard as a boy in soft pastels and stonewashed jeans sat beside Dmitri and was immediately nestled underneath his arm. There were words signed across the table and Dee would chuckle and respond which sent their eyes flying to Roman in his seat as he ate his sandwich oblivious to the reason he was being stared at, just sending kind smiles back at them.

When lunch had ended, he had stood on his toes and kissed Dee’s cheek and his friends all had the shocked looks on their faces again. He ran off to class and had forgotten about the whole interaction afterwards. He was only reminded after school through a text from Dee.

‘sorry about my friends at lunch, they're judgmental shits. I told them off but knowing them they might continue to be asshats anyways’

‘huh. Didn’t even notice. I really need to get around to fully learning sign, I have the smallest feeling that if I'm hanging out with you more it might possibly be useful.’

‘meh, if I really need you to know something and I can’t talk I’ll just text you.’

‘mmm but I still want to learn! Anyways what were they saying’

‘oh they were being dicks about your clothes and then they were being shits about me dating you, they're assholes, I only hang out with them cuz coach had everyone learn sign for me and they're the only people I can talk to during the school day’

‘oh, that’s rude! Do you want me to stop hanging out with you at lunch?’

‘no not at all, I just want you to know what you're getting into’

‘mhm!’

The next time Roman sat with them, he had sent about 8 insults to the people around the table while Dee wasn’t looking, essentially ‘fuck off you judgmental homophobic dicks’ and after that the group shut their traps about him and Dee.

 The week after, Dmitri was busy almost always. There was a big game this weekend and he Remy and Virgil were always either practicing, doing schoolwork, or sleeping for the most part. He would send good morning and good night texts but that was mostly it and Roman felt dumb for missing him so much. Virgil invited him to practice after seeing him sitting around staring at his phone like a kicked dog.

He had sat on the bleachers, watching the coach drill them and them playing near their best. They had taken a rest and Dmitri had made his way up to him, a giant bottle of water in hand. He smiled and let out a croaked hello.

“oh, Dmitri when was the last time you spoke?”

He had coughed and held up a 6 on his fingers. Roman pouted and placed a kiss on his chapped lips. Dmitri waved his hand to say it isn't a problem with a smile on his face and it made Roman pout more and kiss him again, wrapping his arms around himself after. Dee ruffled his hair and went to say something when the whistle blew calling them back. He sighed and stood up, signing ‘I love you’ before rushing back to the field. Roman sat in silence, watching them play once again.

 Roman was beaming. The game was today and that meant he would get Dmitri back afterwards along with Remy and Virgil. He was filled with jitters; he knows the team had been working tirelessly for the whole week and he was excited to see his friends kick the rival schools butt! He was rushing Patton out the door again, just like he was a few weeks before but for a separate reason this time.

He wasn’t expecting the time at the game to fly as quick as it did, but here he was. It was nearing the end and they weren’t very far ahead, and the worry was clear on the teams faces. And then Dmitri had the ball! The crowd roared in surprise and excitement as he weaved around the opposition. He got caught near the goal and Roman was on the edge of his seat as Dmitri kicked the ball straight into the goal. The cheers were immediate, the buzzer signaling the end of the game followed a few seconds later. Roman was up and standing at the edge of the guardrail of the bleachers jumping up and down and screaming. He raced down and met Dmitri at the entrance of the showers, looking around before tugging him off towards the underside of the bleachers. He spoke in barely restrained squeals.

“Dee I'm so proud of you!!! Oh, my goodness you did so well!!! I can’t even-”

Dmitri cut him off with a kiss, one that Roman reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms around his neck and tilting his head as well as he could with the height difference they had when suddenly he wasn’t standing on his own feet but being held in the air from his waist. He broke the kiss with a squeak, placing his hands-on Dmitri's shoulders as he was hoisted in the air by a happy Dee. He squeaked again as he was spun around before being set on the ground. When he was steady again, he looked up at Dmitri with an amused but confused face.

“we did it”

“you did! Had you not processed that yet?”

“not really no.”

“oh, my goodness you are a dork.”

“listen if you had scored the last goal you would be a little stunned too”

“valid however-”

“oh, just shut up and kiss me again you prep”

“gladly”

“ey before you two start making out you might want to go talk to the team? They're sort of wanting to congratulate you, but you disappeared.”

Roman froze in embarrassment at his brother catching them. Dmitri just smirked and turned to face him.

“listen if any of them could get a significant other they would understand. But considering that even you haven’t gotten the nerve to ask out Remy yet, I guess they wouldn’t so I guess I should grace them with my presence, huh babe?”

“hey, fuck off my little brother didn’t need to know I like your brother!”

“oops!”

Roman giggled a bit at the blush that spread across Virgil's face. He nudged Dmitri.

“be nice honeybee. And he's right, I stole you from your festivities! We should head back over; we can be cute later”

“nonsense, that implies that you can stop being cute”

“bluhhhh that’s my brotherrrrr come on you two, be gross later”

 “DMITRI THAT WAS LEGENDARY!!!”

Dee had a cocky look on his face as his teammates congratulated him, Remy running up and tackling in a hug at first sight. He chuckled wordlessly at his brother who was screaming praise at him and then dragging him into the showers. The team followed them in all continuing to shout praise and Roman contemplated following as well. He eventually just went in after about 10 minutes, finding Dmitri surrounded by his team and. He blanched and turned around a corner, hiding his face in his hands. On the other side, Dmitri sat with blue jeans and no shirt, still dripping water from his hair. He took a few big breaths before wandering back over, not trying to push past anyone and just standing where he knew Dmitri could see him. He flushed when Dmitri smiled and winked at him over the heads of his teammates, curling up in his arms and covering his face again. He whispered to himself in his hands

“gosh I'm really gay and he's unfairly pretty”

It wasn’t much longer before the group had filed out, done with the celebration, Virgil given him a nudge as he left. He walked in, seeing Dmitri finally pulling out his shirt, and Roman couldn’t help but turn away with a bit of shyness hitting him again.

“what's up Roman? You good babe?”

“mhm! You just um,”

His mouth felt dry as salt and he was wondering when that happened.

“you look nice…”

“pfft you're a nerd.”

Roman’s mind came up with several scenarios for what could happen as he stood up to kiss him. Of course, all that happened was hands around his waist as Dee leant down to give him an easier time. He still felt fuzzy but ignored it as Dmitri pulled away to put his shirt on, quickly pulling on his leather jacket on afterwards before placing a kiss on Roman’s temple and grabbing his hand.

“come on, I'm stealing you, my folks are treating the team to ice cream and pizza and they’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“wh-what? Wait you talk about me with your parents?”

“Remy sold me out day one, but yeah, they seem genuinely interested in meeting you, so I mean why not?”

“oh. Ok then. I should probably tell my dads first, but I’ll be back!”

He ran up to Logan, wrapping him in a hug before explaining everything to him and Patton. Logan looked unsure but Patton backed him up.

“Lolo, Virgil's going to be there too, and it’s not like he's going to be stranded! Plus, there's a new diner that opened a bit ago that I've been wanting to take you to!”

“…ok. You have your keys and your wallet and your phone, right?”

“yes dad!”

“…ok then. Go have fun. Let me or pat know when you are coming home.”

“ok! See you guys tonight! Love you!!!”

 The party was far more calm than Roman had expected, most of the team dipping early on leaving just him and Virgil as guests. Neither could complain, they had free access to an abundance of pizza and ice cream, and they could spend uninterrupted time with the objects of their affections. Virgil and Remy had absconded upstairs playing games or something while Roman was sitting next to Dmitri and his parents.

“how long have you been dating now?”

“um, 2 weeks!”

“wow! And you two are already attached by the hip huh?”

Roman nodded as his cheeks burned. He felt his boyfriends arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer.

“oh, you two are adorable! We’ll leave you be, don’t have too much fun with him kiddo!”

Roman visibly relaxed as they left, leaning against his boyfriend and letting out a sigh. Dmitri moved his arm up, running his fingers through his hair, grinning at the purr like noise Roman made in response.

“you should stay the night”

“my dad wouldn’t let me do that unless-”

Virgil stormed down the stairs with a lovesick expression.

“Roman we’re staying the night!”

“oh! Does dad-”

“yeah don’t worry its fine they're chill!”

“what happened?”

“I-”

“BOY YOU BETTER GET BACK UP HERE AND KISS ME I'M HAVING KISS WITHDRAWL”

“let’s say me and Remy are a thing now? Gotta go!”

“…about what I was saying…”

“isn't that the best timing huh?”

“oh hush!”

“wanna head to bed? It is pretty late.”

“um, sure. But I wanted to cuddle some more…”

“who said I was gonna stop cuddling you nerd?”

“I? um uh”

“you can share a bed without it being sexual I hope you know.”

“oh! Oh yeah I totally, yeah duh, of course”

“come on babe”

Roman frowned at him rolling his eyes but followed him upstairs. He had walked into his room and grabbed some clothing before filing into the bathroom. When he came back, Roman had to confronts his gay again, as he was shirtless once again and he was talking to him and he's got to focus dammit!

“-so that’s why, also I have various pajamas in there, and I also have shirts that are probably way to big for you in there as well, take your pick.”

“oh um, I was just gonna sleep in this!”

“…yeah no. those jeans are way too form fitting to get away with sleeping in, and your shirt does not look nearly comfortable enough.”

“o-okay then I guess…”

He grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and one of his shirts and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, he immediately launched himself into his boyfriends’ arms. Dmitri giggled seeing the shirt choice, placing a quick kiss on his nose.

“nah you're a sarcastic butterfly”

“shhhhh I'm a sarcastic mothhhh”

“keep tellin yourself that precious”

Roman sputters a bit before giving up and hiding his face in Dee’s chest. Dmitri goes back to playing with Roman’s hair, and Roman leans into the touch. After a bit of time passes, he stops, and nudges Roman fully into bed.

“why’d you stop?”

“because that’s not a comfortable sleep position. Lay down prep, sleep is important.”

“but I don’t want to sleep, I want kisses”

Dmitri rolls his eyes and kisses Roman. By the time he pulls away, Roman has passed out. He laughs quietly and wraps his arms around the smaller boy, letting himself drift off as well.

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Hello, this is a bit high school romance cliche, hope you dont mind ^^ some girls (who kinda idolize/admire RFA&Saeran&V) call MC out to threaten her to stay away from them cos MC doesn't deserve them etc. MC refuses and these mean girls are about to bully/hit her. Luckily RFA&Saeran&V is nearby and heard everything. What will they do? Thank you.

(Anon) Hi, can you please write about when there is another girl that keep flirting with RFA+V+Saeran even when they are already a couple with MC so MC feels a bit jealous and sad. How will they react? Thanks a lot.

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hohoho so like some of these will be like bully as in say mean shit, but not really like hit her. The scenarios I came up with never really ended that way- sorry!

Yoosung

-It was the internet cafe waitress DUN DUN DUN!

-Yoosung is so nice and tips so well, she was into it.

-  one day you come in to pick him up from the internet cafe and you stay for a few minutes to watch him play.

-Thats when the waitress comes up. She’s like, all over him? despite the fact that you are right there???

-You even start flirting with Yoosung on top of her, and she doesn’t back down. Yoosung doesn’t seem to notice either, and that kinda pisses you off.

-You go to the bathroom and the waitress intercepts you.

- “Hello, MC.”

-”O-Oh! Hey… You. You have been very… attentive…  today. Do you need something?”

-”Yes, I need you to leave Yoosung.”

- you are like ?!!??!?! Excuse me bitch

- “You see, Yoosung isn’t like a lot of the boys here. He never yells out horrible things or is violent with the equipment. His smile is bright and he tips well. He deserves a good girl to appreciate him.”

- You puff your chest out and plant your hands on your hips (God you’re cute) and try to be intimidating You are not.

-”I will not be leaving Yoosung just so you can have him.”

- “Then it looks like we will have a problem.” She says with a sadistic smile and honestly you are scared for a second?

-Suddenly Yoosung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

- “I’m sorry, whatever-your-name-is, but I don’t appreciate the way you are talking to my girlfriend.” He says calmly, and the look in his eyes sends chills down your spine.

-Yandere!Yoosung is out.

- “O-Oh! Yoosung, I just-”

- “ I just think you were apologizing for being rude to my girlfriend as I reported you to your manager. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate you harrassing the customers.”

- The girl blushed deeply and mumbled an apology before pushing past you.

- Yoosung breathed out as he tightened his grip on you.

-”MC, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she felt that way. I would never have come here if I knew she was flirting with me like that.”

- You smile, knowing of course Yoosung didn’t realize what was happening.

- You give him punishment for making you jealous later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zen

-so it was his costar.

-You had seen the way she was all over him at rehearsals.

-You had visited a few times and saw her just fawning all over him, and Zen was politely accepting the compliments, but trying to shut it down. He wasn’t oblivious, but he really didn’t know how to make her stop.

- Today was the day of the last show, and you were going to see Zen in his dressing room after it was done!

-However little miss thang was already heading towards his door.

-Oh Hell No.

-”Oh, hi! You did great in the show tonight!” You said kindly, and she honestly did, “Do you have business with Zen?”

-”Oh yes. I wanted to see if he wanted to go out to dinner with me~” She said shamelessly.

- Insert eye twitch.

- “Actually, Zen and I are going to celebrate together. Sorry.”

- “Oh, that doesn’t scare me. I’m sure he’ll choose me~” She says sharply, and you blink.

- “Excuse me?”

-”You heard me. You’re not that pretty, and obviously you’re just some nobody. Zen can’t have any real attachment to you. I suggest you step aside and let me have him.”

-You scowl, trying to find the words to say to that, when the door opens.

- Out walks Zen, fire in his eyes.

- He swoops over to you, dipping you and kissing you passionately.

- He spins you up and turns to his costar and smiles brightly.

- “Oh, hi! My beautiful, wonderful, loving girlfriend and I are on our way out. I have tried to be nice to you, but hearing you be mean to my girlfriend has broke the straw. Please leave, and don’t approach me again.”

-”B-But Zenny-” She starts, and he quickly interupts.

-”Do NOT call me Zenny. Only my love can call me Zenny, and you will NEVER be my love.”

-Pissed, the girl stomps off.

- This time you kiss him passionately.

- “Zenny, that was hot.”

-”Careful, Babe, you might bring out the beast.”

-You look lustfully at him.

- “Bring him out, then.”

- You couldn’t walk the next day

Jaehee

this one is with a homophobic guy, so warning here.

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-Fuckboi™ customer

-dumbass can’t even see she’s into girls

- Comes in and says “hey beautiful, mind if I get something sweet?”

- Jaehee is trying to be professional and is like “Of course, sir. Can I recommend you something from our bakery? Or we have drinks with a sugary after taste.”

-”I think I’d like to order something off menu if you know what I mean.”

- You had been listening and decided to step in.

- “Jaehee, Love, can you go clean up by table 10? I’ll handle this.”

- Jaehee eyed you cautiously, making sure he didn’t pull the same move on you. You gave her an encouraging smile.

- Fuckboi is eyeing her as she walks away.

- “How may I help you, sir?”

- “You can bring back the hot one- That’ll definitely help.”

- You bristle.

- “Well, the ‘hot one’ as you put it is my girlfriend, and I’d appreciate if you’d leave her alone.”

- “Oh… she’s into pussy huh? Bet I could change her with a good dick down.”

- You slam your hands on the counter.

- “I’m sorry sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

- He snorts. “Yeah, like I’m gunna listen to the ugly one.”

- Insert Baehee in Full Anger Mode.

- “Sir, my beautiful girlfriend and I do not cater to people like you. Before I forcibly evict you from the premises, I suggest you take yourself out.”

- “See- this is why I hate lesbians. You’re all the same.” He says with disgust. Jaehee is fighting to not judo his ass into next week, taking a threatening step forward, but you hold her back.

- As he walks out the door, she pulls you into the backroom.

- You let out a breath, situations like that always tense and unnerving, and she brushes your hair out of your face.

- “People like that must not only be horrible but also blind to think You’re the ugly one…” She says with such desire in her eyes it makes you hot under the collar.

- You pull her in for a deep kiss that leaves you both breathless.

Jumin

-another Sarah-like character.

-Jumin is used to it tbh, but it still is so annoying

- You were at a dinner party, Jumin of course inviting his beautiful wife.

- And most girls at the party respected that Jumin wasn’t single anymore, if only because they weren’t so daring as to cross you, but this girl was not that smart

- She comes up to Jumin and is doing the whole Rich-Girl Flirting that Jumin is used to, and he is annoyed but handling it.

-You go to get a drink cuz its sickening to watch tbh.

- Then he excuses himself to talk to someone else, and she comes over to where you are at the bar.

- “Hello Mrs. Han. Nice to see you here.” She says in a fake nice voice.

- “Oh! I’m surprised you knew who I was.” you say in the same fake voice. “Are you a business partner with my husband?”

- “Not yet… I was just hoping he would be open to a… what did you call it- Partnership? with me after he was done with you.”

- Oh bitch hell no.

- “What makes you think he’ll be done with me?” You ask sharply, dropping the act.

- “Well, you’ve seen his father, haven’t you? The Han men aren’t known for being loyal.”

- “My Jumin is loyal. I can assure you of that.” You say coldly. “I trust him completely. He would not abandon me just because you walked in.”

- “Maybe not.” She says calmly. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t humiliate you~”

-Then the bitch throws wine all over you.

- You jump back and everyone in the party looks at you.

- “Oh dear, I’m so clumsy… To think I wasted such good wine on that hideous dress~”

- People start whispering, and you are frozen in place, trying to figure out what to do, when Jumin comes behind you.

- “My Love, let me assist you.” He says smoothly as he pulls you to the side. He shoots a cold and calculated glare at the horrible woman. “As for you miss, I would appreciate it if you stayed away from my lovely wife. I wouldn’t want your horrible personality rubbing off on her brilliance.”

- Cue woman scoffing and walking off.

- He pulls you into the hallway and dabs ur dress with a napkin he grabbed.

- “Dear I am so sorry. I have been trying to free myself from her all night, and it seems she went straight to you when I escaped. I should have had a closer eye on you.”

- You smile softly. “It’s okay, Juju. I’m just glad we are out of there.”

- He kisses your cheek softly as he plays with a strand of your hair.

- “Let’s take this as an excuse to go home and let me prove my devotion to you, my Love.”

Seven

-You two had started going to a cat cafe every Friday.

- It was mostly to get away, but it was also because you were trying to teach him to not be abusively kind to cats.

- There was this girl that worked there that always seemed to be interested in Saeyoung though.

- She would bring him a lot of cats and talk to him a lot.

- To be honest you didn’t even realize she was flirting with him at first- You thought she was just very attentive.

-That was until she followed you into the bakery part of the cafe one day.

- “Oh hey!” You said to her as she came and started sweeping near your table. “How is Saeyoung doing?”

-”Better now that you are gone.” She said softly.

- Oh but you heard it.

- “Um… Excuse me?” You said incredulously, furrowing your brow.

- “I said he’s doing better without you. He’s such a nice guy- He loves cats so much! You don’t appreciate it! I can tell!”

- You stood up.

- “I appreciate Saeyoung very much! I don’t know who you think you are-”

- “I’m someone better for him! He needs someone like me! You are just-”

- Suddenly the jukebox in the corner turned on the speakers.

- And you knew that song.

- That was you and Saeyoung’s song (These Broken Hands of Mine by Joe Brooks)

-Suddenly Saeyoung was behind you, leading you to a small place on the floor in front of the juke box. He started dancing with you right there in front of everyone.

- He was looking into your eyes, a fire in his own.

- “You know you are the only one for me, MC. You are like a gravitational force with me, my soul forever in orbit around you.”

- When the song ended, he kissed you deeply and everyone clapped.

- Bitchface got her ass fired. Saeyoung made sure of that.

V

- So it was a model.

- After you and Jihyun got together, you were often a subject of his paintings.

- And this girl was looking at your collection while he was presenting, making a lot of comments of the color choice and compostion and blah blah blah

- You didn’t think too much of it- people gushed over Jihyun all the time.

- But then she got you alone.

- “So you are the model, huh? You don’t look like the paintings.”

- You bristle.

- “I’m sorry?”

- “I mean I can tell you aren’t a professional model. Your body isn’t made for this kind of thing. Jihyun needs a beautiful woman to model for him- to be with him.”

- You feel sick to your stomach, but before you can say anything, Jihyun is behind you.

- “Oh, hello. I saw you looking at my paintings earlier.” He says smoothly, but you can see something harsh in his eyes, a rare sight for Jihyun.

- “Oh yes, I was just telling your model about-”

- “Yes, isn’t she a wonderful model? I try to capture the souls of the things I paint, and since her soul is so beautiful, she always creates beautiful art.”

-His eyes then turn cold, but a wide smile is on his face.

- “It’s for that reason that I can’t accept your request to model. I’m afraid your soul wouldn’t create a beautiful painting.”

- You’re speechless, the woman’s speechless, Jihyun just takes your hand and leads you out.

- God you love that man.

Saeran

-It was the ice cream girl!

- Saeran has his favorite ice cream joint, and you go there all the time.

- There’s this girl that works there all the time, and she’s sweet on Saeran.

- Saeran, the sweet bean, doesn’t notice, but you don’t want to take away his favorite ice cream place just because you are jealous.

- One day Saeran gets a phone call and steps outside to take it, and you are ordering alone.

- The girl gets bold.

- “So how long have you been together?”

- You mention that it hasn’t been that long, and she gets a smug look.

- “That’s good.”

- You frown.

- “Excuse me?”

- She realizes her mistake, but decides to own it.

- “I just really like him. I would hope you would acknowledge that.”

- You are taken aback by her forwardness.

- “S-Saeran is my boyfriend, MIss. I would hope you would acknowledge THAT.”

- “Yes well... that can be fixed quite easily.”

- Suddenly you are being dipped and Saeran’s tongue is in your mouth.

- You melt into it, sitting there heavily kissing for a good minute, little miss thang awkwardly looking at the ground, before he picks up and just leads you out of the place.

- You look up at him, eyes wide, before he looks into your eyes. 

- “I apologize if that was too forward, Angel, but I just had to make sure she knew how devoted I was to you.”

- SWOON

- The girl is fired when you go back and that night, you show him just how devoted you are to HIM too~

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II -R U Mine?

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I could barely breathe, my heart was beating like war drum , i felt light headed and as i was coming down from a really strong high, you looked me in the eyes, no hint of smile nor affection, just a blank, soulless stare,vanished. Panic mode turned on immediately - literally what the fuck? Months of shit and finally something good happens - you would expect more of the same, but nope, shitstorm incoming. I frantically start looking for you , perhaps she felt bad or dizzy, I say to myself, trying to justify your behavior again. Finally i find you on the ground in some bedroom talking on the phone and blatantly ignoring me, I am literally in full on panic mode, what the fuck is going on? We leave for the club and you told me to fuck off. The library was the venue, i proceeded to get wasted and didn’t bother with you anymore, I spend a lot of time with my friends and the night progressed into a drunken haze, i find myself talking to Indy outside for a good 30 minutes, they didn’t let the gypsy motherfucker into the club ,perfect opportunity to sober up, Timur gets in a taxi drunk with Yavuz, after they ate pizza , I lied that i will leave too, secretly i was waiting for you. I saw Baptiste with that girl , i don’t seem to recall her name,but i think they were kissing, i was really drunk , but i remember the look in his eyes when we made eye contact, the guilt and fear in his eye told the whole story, he was doing something he was not supposed to  and got caught , I don’t remember what happened next but i ended up meeting you outside, which was the point of the whole torture, we went home together, i remember how you cuddled up and took my hand in the bus, it was really sweet , one of those good drama free moments we had, we just stayed in silence enjoying the comfort of each other.

Big surprise after that - we didn’t talk for almost 10 days, the first of many times we will go into radio silence mode over the next couple of months, malus through Timur and we started talking again, which you did again , weirdly for someone you don’t care , trying to reach out to them, but yeah whatever. 8th of December we met again, I was out with my friends again and we were supposed to meet, you came in really late and we decided to ditch them all together, it was just you and me, walking around the streets in the dead of night, trying to figure out shit, we talked a lot, no idea what about , quite incoherent now, but i remember we kissed under a light pole , it was a shitty kiss, you made it like that just to prove a point, all i remember after is that we got the bus back home and you were texting some other guys or colleagues to go to there, i felt you had a thing for one of the guys, which this was only confirmed after that, but yeah i saw it even back then with no background or anything, it is a curse to see so clearly i know.

Birthday! Did you know your birthday is 16 days after mine?That’s two years,two weeks and two days after me, yeah mind-blown. I took you to eat cakes, i believe everyone deserves a cake on their birthday, it was fun, no drama and bullshit, but that was just the start of the day. In the evening we had the party, i knew you were still thinking not to come, so i came to shots to get you and to make sure we ended up the Labyrinth. I still remember you wore the red dress and i had my red shirt on,the first part of the evening , we spend blatantly ignoring each other and i stopped giving you attention at one point and proceeded to get fucked up , i was smoking outside alone and you came and sat in my lap, blabbing some stuff , but i didn’t even listen, I started playing with your hair and kissing your neck and we made out for a good 3-4 hours, first outside, then we went to the back in the dark,on those smelly rugged coaches, it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other , i have never kissed anyone for so long, at one point we stopped and i realized it was 4 am and the bar was starting to close down, i begged the to play RHCP By The Way and we danced and made out some more, then hit the road, during the time we were on the couch, people were talking to us, joking, fooling around, but i didn’t even notice them , such a connection that was, i felt like we were one. I wasn’t expecting sex so i decided to go on an adventure with you, I really wanted you to remember that birthday, so i thought it would be a great idea to take you to see the sunrise, we tried going into that rooftop,but it had fucking rats and was locked, i laughed so hard, when there was a noise and we thought the rats were coming for us, somehow i decided that it would be a brilliant idea if we can’t see it from the rooftop to go to the mountains, but it was cold as fuck, i mean it was fucking December , wtf do you expect, dumb-ass? It was such a good evening , no drama, no bullshit , mostly kissing and having a good time , a real adventure. I thought after this we will be together, but i was wrong again, i screwed up again.This time it was my fault , I took you to Pierre’s when i should have given you space  and let all that affection and good time i had given you , ferment like good grapes, i was too available and wanted more and more of you, such beta moves.

We went to his party and i really wanted to show you the view, cuz the last time i was there all i could think of was showing it to you, yeah, fuck me . They of course made jokes of it and said we were like a couple or whatever which was an anathema to you at that point. I managed to salvage the situation by joking and stuff and then pulling a vanishing act with you alongside me, a trick i learned from you - to vanish from people , you did this to me numerous times in the months before , mostly at shots or any other bars, sometimes you vanished with guys like that screw up Romaine or whatever his name was, that disgusting french guy, but now i see you have a thing for disgusting guys, by looking at your new boyfriend , sometimes i feel sick and want to throw up, but yeah i guess you have that mentality of not fighting for something that’s worth it ,but rather settling for something that’s easy and available and wont cause you any problems down the road , but yeah whatever lets go on with the story. We went to Shots and had a good time again, we danced and made out , it was pretty chill, but even as we were there, i knew i had screwed up and you were gonna give me shit now , but the more ridiculous thing was that you knew it as well and went with it, even tho , knowing that my friends were the reason why and they were the assholes , i was just inconsiderate.So you cut all contact off in the next days , but surprise mothefucker i came to the star wars stuff you were so shocked and we didn’t talk until Christmas,but I guess you responded to challenge and started to miss me , when i contacted you , we talked for hours and hours every day, I could listen to your voice all day back then, now just imagining it , to be honest i can’t even remember how your voice sounds, but it sends chills down my spine, just thinking about it makes my blood boil. My grandpa had passed away so maybe that was one of the reasons you were more warmed up to me, but i remember how much better i felt after we started talking and when you said that over the holidays you imagined me as something more and really was starting to miss me and thinking of me in another way, I felt so ecstatic and got really excited about seeing you again, but then again you said it passed like gas. During those days we talked so much and i got to know you even more and more, we would go on for hours on the phone, even Timur was annoyed, who visited me for fucking Christmas , jesus how could i forget this, for the last three years he had been with me for Christmas and New year you called me 20 times, drunk, enough said, but back to Timur,  just imagine that and i didn’t even call him or text him when we were together that often, he was one of the few persons that really felt me and really connected on a different level to me, the other one being my brother of course and maybe Adrian,all of us fire loving archers, none the less. We got unimaginably drunk on new year and all the time you were calling me and texting me, you even said you wanted to kiss me and so on, while you were drunk ,which for me was fucking huge, getting validation from you, the reason i got drunk was you, cuz every time i would go outside to talk to you, there was a hidden bottle of whiskey and one full of vodka in the bushes and i would have a sip or two and then head back into the club, I was so fucking wasted, my brother and Timur carried me home, Adrian was fucking angry at me,but he got over it and when i went home, my lenses were on the floor and Tumor picked them up, put me to sleep, he took such good care of me, that bastard, oh it almost brings tears to my eyes when i think about it, how good of a friend he was and how much he cared about me and all, now i have nothing even close to that, i’m gonna give him a call or text him now, as he is being going through some really hard times lately and i wish i was more there for him than now, as he was for me before, he helped me got through really bad episodes, i tried and did my best last time we had facetime,but still it’s different when I’m not there, when i come back from my self imposed exile i will spend  some quality time with him , as he deserves, he also mentioned he wants to come here, but idk if i can find him a good job that pays great money, but who knows maybe next year i can make it happen, as it would be amazing to have him here, if am single and he still is, we will have the time of our lives , i am very tempted to summon him here and help him stay. I went back to Sofia and we saw each other on my name day, i couldn’t help myself so i planted a big kiss on you the first time i saw you,we were at shots with your friends, I remember how surprised you looked. Then you started pulling back again and we went through not talk and talking again and again for the next month and a half, it was horrible, the worst period of all our pre-relationship this was , you would call me up when you were lonely and felt bad so we could hang out, but then you would disappear for days and days leaving me with my thumb up my ass every time , like the erasmus awards , I was planning on rigging the whole thing so that we can win , but imagine my surprise when Elizabeth told me we had a 10 vote lead over the others, people just liked our vibe and thought we were a couple and instead of accepting the reward and making it a good joke that we are not together or whatever you bailed on me and you can imagine how embarrassed i was to tell Elizabeth that i concede the reward just to avoid total humiliation in front of everybody and it went to i forgot her name , that dumb bitch with the glasses and her ugly boyfriend. But it was a good party overall Key won and Tim too, i was so proud of all of them, you just fucking left like it was nothing, it meant a lot to all of us that night, but yeah. The German guys goodbye party you didn’t come too , they liked you for real! And all this lead us to the night in the maze , when the french bastards were there and we had a scene, you me and Timur, lazslo lied to me that you were looking for me, we hadn’t been talking for days back then and i was feeling so hopeful when i saw you that things will be normal between us again, cuz i was missing my friend , not just lover. But nah , shit after shit , i was so wasted that night i can’t even remember what happened,  I only know that Timur took me home and i was a total wreck, the next day or party we were outside shots with the french guys and you had to fight with them, then turned tail, i had a huge fight with Pierre and lazslo and left as well, misunderstood by everyone, i felt like a fool again for trusting you, but not for defending you , because it was the right thing to do,nevertheless you never appreciated that , me standing up for you , even when we were together you never did, but i kept doing it anyway. I think we saw each other a couple of times after that , just for some hours and after my “rages” which entailed me telling you to fuck off and stuff, we were both deep in study shit, so that was part of the excuse , i remember how one night we snuck into the university and jumped the fence, that was cool as fuck , but we couldn’t get in because of the lock doors and the security guard was looking for us, you got scared kinda.Or that time after a party i think i passed your dorm and there were three bitches started hitting on me and added my on Facebook and Instagram, I still have them, two of those bitches even got married recently, they wanted me to come over and have fun, but they were ugly as fuck and i wasn’t expecting to fuck them three, but it was a great joke, too bad you didn’t come down to see me then.During those days we had really great parties, at which of course , most of the time i was wasted and looking for you, as your ubiquitous presence was felt in every aspect of my life , at one point it got so bad, that if you weren’t there i would go crazy and disappointing, as i didn’t want to be there and felt like the evening was wasted, this constant feeling of not being around you and when you finally showed up, being around,but with only shit happening, drove me fucking nuts, i felt like i was loosing my mind constantly, torn between you, myself and my friends.It was all a blur those days,weeks, months, but generally it was a good time with Timur and the boys, I miss that feeling now, the longing of wanting something and suffering for it and the sweet joy when you receive it, this is how messed up I am,for wanting something like this, but this is life i guess, fighting for something you want and then getting it, if you receive it right away , you won’t perceive it as being worth it or whatever. But who in their right fucking mind would put themselves in a situation of self abuse or someone to just lead you on, it was ridiculous , I don’t know how i managed to keep up with that, i admire myself actually for being so patient, stubborn and consistent with you,as the whole time i was believing it would pay off in the end.It didn’t.

I go crazy ‘cause here isn’t where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can’t help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is “Are you mine?” Well, are you mine? Are you mine?

All this lead us to that night i went totally nuts in club Melo or whatever the name of the stupid joint was, you showed up late, i was there with all my squad, or whatever remained from it, didn’t fucking say a word to me or anything, ignoring each other for the whole evening, then you danced with Salvatore the Italian wanker, i totally lost it when he tried to kiss you, i wanted to punch him , but pierre and the others stopped me , so i took out my frustrations on the wall, my fist went right thought i fucked that shit up good, i broke up the whole wall, they took me out of the club, so we can avoid paying for damages and i just vanished into the night, that evening i smoked 3 packs of cigarettes maybe more, it was my low point. I took a cab, but before that i saw you leaving with that guy, i was devastated, thankfully you weren’t fucking , but it fucked me up really good, i was wandering studentski and the streets it was raining i remember , Emeka saw me in front of fantastico and was so worried about me, i went home and i saw how much blood i had on my hands, took some damned pictures to post,so you can know what you did to me, i do believe we also wrote to each other that morning , but what does it matter, i went into the shower and collapsed on the floor , i felt like garbage , even worse than garbage like fucking nothing, like i didn't even matter at all in the world or more importantly to you, I had no idea that one day you would make me feel even worse that that. I wrote you that morning that you should block me and we should cease all contact to avoid more drama. To which of course you responded that we should go out for lunch, reluctantly i agreed.

We had a really good time going out and it was drama free, which was a huge fucking surprise given the last couple of weeks/days/months , i was so exhausted from all of that crap, so we had a night out in shots with Ivo, we got fucking wasted at my place and in shots you locked yourself in the bathroom for 2 hours i waited for you, funny thing was that i kissed you and you escaped into the WC immediately after that i was thinking maybe she got sick from me , but realized quickly you were puking your guts out, Ivo too, but he left. I waited for you and tried to break the door, i almost got in a fight with some guy , he wanted to go inside, i told him to fuck off, finally you came out , i took you in my arms and carried you to  my bed, I wanted to sleep on the other one, but you took my hand and said you want me to sleep with you, we cuddled all night and it was really good, i felt safe, like i belong there and i  was home. I took a snapchat of us sleeping and send it to Key, she couldn’t believe what had happened

Lets end up this here on a good note again, this shit is way too long

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Superhero Part 2

Hey guys, what’s good? I saw that a couple of you wanted a second part to Superhero so here it is. Your comments are super encouraging, I seriously love reading them. For real, the more the merrier. Make sure to read the end note on this too, please.

Also, I have a Halloween one shot planned but I want you guys to choose what the Fairy Tail cast dresses up as. Either comment, leave an ask, or private message me what you guys want our gang to represent!

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Sighing, she headed towards the place she dreaded the most that day. Lucy was always the last person to get to their table since her class was always released late. Seeing all of her friends at the table made her want to do a 180 and bolt out of the cafeteria. But she didn't need to. She was stopped before even making it to her table.

"Lucy, you blowing me off?" She turned around to see Natsu with his lunch in hand. "And here I thought we were gonna have lunch together."

Lucy’s shoulders slumped in relief. Once again, Natsu saved her from an uncomfortable situation. She knew she couldn't avoid confrontation forever, but delaying it just a little bit wouldn't hurt. He led her to a bench outside near the entrance of the school, which was surprisingly empty. The only other person outside was a student taking pictures of shadows, which Lucy assumed was for a photography class.

"It's so nice out here," Lucy commented. "Why do people not sit out here more often?"

"We can," Natsu shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth. "It can be our little lunch spot."

"I doubt either of our friend groups would be okay with that," Lucy sighed. The thought was nice, but it was too unrealistic to be true. Keeping friends in middle school is so hard; why are there a bunch of dumb unspoken rules and codes and stuff?

"Who cares what your friends think?" Natsu countered. "First of all, your friends are so toxic, Britney Spears is shook. Wendy and Levy are fine but Lisanna And Cana? Don't get me started. They might not be completely bad people but all I know is that they're bad for you."

"Preaching to the choir," Lucy groaned in response. She took another bite of her sandwich, which Natsu was not-so-secretly eyeing. "Just take it already," she said, handing it over to him while rolling her eyes.

"Thank you so much Lucy, I'm freaking starving," he managed to say with his stuffed mouth.

"Why don't you just pack more?"

"I never wake up early enough so I just steal someone's lunch box every day," Natsu admitted casually. "They never figure out it's me cuz I steal a different person's lunchbox everyday. Once, I even brought my own lunchbox to school and pretended to steal it so I would look extra innocent, but then i remembered it was empty so I stole someone else's lunchbox too." Natsu tapped his head with a dumb smirk, believing himself to be the genius of his era.

"How did you go from wise monk to dumbest moron in such a short amount of time?"

"Rap music."

Lucy let out an exasperated groan, half jokingly. "It's like I don't even know you anymore," she complained. "I do but I don't, you know?"

"A good superhero never reveals his identity," Natsu saluted to the flagpole. "Rest well, America."

"Middle school boys are an enigma," Lucy stated, shaking her head in disbelief. It was Natsu's random quirkiness that she loved and missed, though. Somehow, it was the same Natsu but also someone completely different. They haven't gone through the same experiences throughout middle school like they did in elementary. Their storyline wasn't identical anymore.

Natsu and Lucy spent lunch together for the rest of the school year. Once freshman year began, they continued being their own squad. They had their friends, of course. Every so often Gray and/or Erza would hang out with them. Occasionally Wendy and Levy. Lucy grew distant with her friend group.

That was, until homecoming season rolled up.

Freshman girls were in a frenzy, fervently searching for the absolute most perfect dress for the homecoming dance. All of them were under the impression that they were definitely going to get asked, which was not necessarily true. At all.

"Come on, Lucy. You're not even a little bit excited about homecoming?" Levy tried to hype Lucy up more about boys. She hoped every time she came to school that it would be the day Gajeel asked her to homecoming. He hadn't yet, but he still had two weeks left to ask.

"I am, I just don't care about all this dating stuff. I'm going to go to homecoming, dance with my friends, then go home and play video games with Natsu. I'm excited for that."

"Okay, okay, sounds good, just gonna make a few tweaks," Levy said. "How about this: you and Natsu go as a couple, stay the entire night, go somewhere romantic afterwards, have your first kiss, and then go home and think about him all night!”

Lucy blinked twice, then pinched her arm. "Woah, this isn't a dream. It's real. You actually think that Natsu and I have something romantic going on between us? Gajeel's making you loosen a couple screws up there.” Lucy gestured to Levy’s head.

"Very funny, Lucy," Levy retorted drily. "I'm trying to help you. One day, you're gonna realize you're all alone and cry because you wouldn't listen to me."

"I'm 14, chill," Lucy chuckled. She spotted Natsu in the distance and used that as an excuse to leave the conversation. He was with his friends. She strided towards them, not mentally prepared to be stopped by another one of her friends to talk about homecoming. Though, what Levy said did repeat in her mind.

I couldn't date Natsu, right? He's literally like a brother to me. There's no chemistry between us. It's not possible. Is it? Well it doesn't matter, because I don't like him, so take that Levy!

She reached Natsu's friends, and she soon realized that she had jumped from one conversation about homecoming to another.

"Stop teasing the girls and just ask one of them to homecoming already."

"Gray, do you know how hard it is when I have every girl to pick from? I wanna ask them all, and I know all of them would say yes," Loke exaggerated, making sure to flip his hair at the end of the sentence.

"So you guys are planning on asking girls to homecoming?" Lucy stepped in.

"Nope, just Loke," Natsu answered. "Anyway, what's good with you?"

"Well, I-"

"Never mind shut up the Tartaros kids are coming this way," Natsu spoke quickly. Lucy swiveled around to see Jackal strutting over along with the rest of his posse. They were jerks, straight up mean to everyone with no clear reason. Even the seniors were wary of that group of sophomores. Never had the Tartaros kids ever spoken directly the Natsu or Lucy, but they've heard stories. None of them ended well.

"Lucy Heartfilia," Jackal bellowed, making sure to capture everyone's attention. "Will a drop-dead beautiful, angelic woman such as yourself grace me with the honor of coming to homecoming with me?" His words were laced with high levels of sarcasm, and his short giggle afterwards told Lucy all she needed to know: it was a joke. She struggled enough with self image issues, as did most girls in her age. A stunt like this made her confidence drop and tears rise. Am I that bad that someone would ask me out as a joke? However, she wouldn’t show Jackal that he bothered her, not that easily.

"I don't know...get your teeth fixed, then we'll talk." Lucy smirked at her own insult, knowing that she hit one of Jackal's insecurities. With jacked up, sharp teeth like that, who wouldn't be self-conscious?

His menacing glare gave her goosebumps, as if setting off little bombs across her skin. She just noticed how he towered over her. Not only that, but seeing his lips curl into a sneer and white-knuckled fists ready to pound into her made her want to flee the scene. “I get dared to ask you to homecoming and you try to turn this on me?! Get one thing straight," he seethed, spit flying into Lucy's face. "The purpose of this was to humiliate you, not me! Don't go thinking you've turned the tables. I’m not getting rejected by a girl like you.”

Natsu pulled Lucy away from the sophomore. "One little comment and you explode," Natsu said while pushing Jackal with the back of his hands. "Now you stay away from my homecoming date before you eat dust," Natsu threatened with thin patience. His fire matched Jackal’s. He didn’t let the height difference or Jackal’s undefeated streak waver his confidence.

"Threatening me, little boy?" Jackal scoffed, pushing Natsu back in the same way. Many people had their phones out, snapchatting the entire thing. "Show me what your daddy couldn't teach ya."

Lucy grabbed Natsu’s arm right as he lunged for Jackal. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew Natsu was livid beyond belief. Lucy wouldn’t be able to live with herself if Natsu got destroyed in a fight because of her. “Please, Natsu. Not this time.” Lucy heard Natsu slowly release a huff of air through his nose, like a dragon trying to control his anger. He honored her plea and dropped the fight before it could begin. Once the Tartaros crew left, Natsu erupted.

“Lucy, he totally deserved it!” He roared, pacing around with his hands on his head to release steam. “You heard what he’s done to others, and now he disrespected you! I say death penalty.”

“If anyone believes that Jackal needs a fist to the face more than you, it’s me.” She grabbed his hands and rubbed them, slowly intertwining hers with his. “I’ll be okay, Natsu. No big deal, really. Not like he actually hurt me or anything.”

“I promise you, Lucy,” he spoke with sincerity and passion, “I will give you the best homecoming experience that I possibly can. You are an actual queen and only deserve the best. Don’t tell yourself otherwise, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” Lucy smiled. Everything would always be alright in the end. Her superhero would make sure of it.

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Okay, I usually don’t add end notes but I felt like this was important. What Jackal did might not seem like a big deal to you, but honestly, a stunt like that could really kill a girls self esteem. I know many girls in many points of life and most of them still struggle with self confidence issues. Please, never ironically ask someone out or ironically compliment someone. Be genuine or just leave that person alone. Of course, it’s a different story if you’re friends with that person and that’s how you joke around, but generally, let’s keep it real and positive, please. Support our sisters!

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