#i did like an hour of searching to figure out what kind of angel this is and i’ve narrowed it down to ophan or cherub

[elsweetheart]

what you heard : part one

synopsis: you start to develop feelings for your boyfriends dealer.

♪ what you heard — sonder ♪

cw: reader is a bisexual woman dating a man, brief descriptions of having sex with a man, weed, alcohol, ellie’s sexual thoughts, blink and you miss it mention of throwing up, a man being really mean and a bad boyfriend, gay girl drama, ellie is kind of a homewrecker but reader doesn’t technically cheat, but mentions of it. kind of angsty at times? a little?

an: whew this is kinda lengthy !! idk how many words so… don’t ask me :( i hope you all enjoy it! i’ll start writing part two asap!

Ellie didn’t hate any of her customers, no. That would be bad for business. She just simply… preferred some over the others. Louis was one of those customers that she wouldn’t exactly reserve her best weed for. Not originally, at least. He was like a lot of the other guys on campus, average. Brown hair with the same old outfits, love of sports, and friend group. She could find one hundred of him. She kept a pretty exclusive clients list, not wanting to overwhelm herself with business whilst she’s really trying this year to stay on top of her studies. He wasn’t the most polite, and he was always showing up without texting first — but he paid, and that was good enough to keep him on as a customer.

Alright, maybe that wasn’t really the reason Ellie kept him on as a customer.

She always liked to check out the social media accounts of the people she sold to, try and figure out what kind of person they were, who they knew, and if they seemed like the type to give her up if a cop came knocking. Also, simply put — the girl was nosy. Don’t let her nonchalant demeanour fool you, her Insta-stalking skills rivalled the FBI. She knew she probably shouldn’t, and she did feel a little weird doing it — scrolling on her bed one evening in a hoodie and basketball shorts, she typed in Louis’ name to the Instagram search bar.

He had one picture up of you, the rest were pictures of him and his friends at parties. Real classy, she thought. She clicked the picture, wondering what kind of girl would have to be desperate enough to go out with a guy this… meh, and oh… Oh. You were smoking hot. It was a halloween throwback, a basic couple costume with Louis dressed as the devil and you, ironically enough dressed as an angel. He kept his sweaty pink hand on the curve of your ass as the two of you laughed. She wondered what was funny. He got lucky, she thought. Very lucky.

Ellie tapped you, and a tag emerged on the screen with your name. Pretty name, of course. Private account — much to her disappointment.

It would be totally inappropriate to follow you, right? Her customers girlfriend. Ellie clicked her own profile, gazing at it thoughtfully. Her profile picture was a black screen, and she had zero pictures up on her account. She had a considerable amount of followers, given her reputation but she didn’t follow many back — just a few very loyal customers, and her best friends Jesse and Dina. It would be weird to follow you right? Yes. Very weird, Ellie. She closed out the app, and pretty much forgot about it.

It was always the same exchange with Louis. He turned up, either unannounced or 2 hours late — burp, demand weed whilst barely sparing Ellie a glance or a thank you, and then head out. She didn’t always mind — not being a huge fan of small talk anyway, though she could do without the burp. He’d had texted earlier in the day, asking — no, telling Ellie that he would be passing by to pick up his usual ‘at some point’. A quiet knock rapt at the door around 02:23PM. Ellie swung the door open, coming face to face with you.

“Hi… Ellie?” You smiled. Hopeful, sweet, even prettier in person. You were wearing a little sundress with the cheap thin material that hugged every curve on your body, and if she stared a little longer like she wanted to she’d start to border on creepy. Ellie cleared her throat, fighting out a greeting and praying it would come out relatively normal.

“Yeah.” Was what she landed on. Whatever, play it cool. Pretend you didn’t try and stalk her Instagram.

“Louis isn’t coming, the weed is for me and he told me where to buy from, so… hi.” You grinned before telling her your name like she didn’t already know it.

“Hey. I’m Ellie.” And with that, she stepped aside and let you in.

It was like you brought the sunshine in from outside with you, because as soon as you stepped into her room Ellie felt too warm in her grey hoodie. She pushed the sleeves up as your eyes flickered around her dorm, realised she felt stupid and pushed them back down.

“How much you want?” She was pulling out the metal box from her drawer, glancing up at you as your brows furrowed unsurely — thinking as you tugged at your glossed lip. Ellie tried not to stare.

“Uh—” You breathed, and it relaxed Ellie slightly to see that you seemed more nervous than she did somewhat— just for a different reason. “Louis told me to just ask for what he usually gets? I’m sorry, I’ve never bought my own weed before.” You cringed, and then cringed again at the word choice. Ellie smiled fade into a soft chuckle with a nod that said ‘I bet you haven’t.’ She should have guessed, when did pretty girls ever buy their own weed?

“You’re good. I know what his usual is.” Ellie reassured, digging around in the nuggets. She pulled a couple out, placing them down on her scale before bagging them up. You held out your hand unsurely, and she pressed the plastic baggie into it. Your mouth opened to say something, and Ellie’s hand froze above yours as she watched you — trying to work out what might be wrong. “What? Is this not…”

“No, sorry. It’s perfect. I assume. I’m not sure. I just… I don’t know how to roll these. Lou told me to buy my own weed seeing as I am the one who wanted to smoke and — it’s okay. I’ll just Google it.” You shook your head, feeling your cheeks turn warm at your own rambling. Ellie stopped you as you went to shove the baggie into her pocket with a calm smile, raising her eyebrows as if to say ‘Hey, it’s okay. Chill.’

“I can roll it for you. It’s no biggie.”

You visibly relaxed, and Ellie could tell because of the way your chest collapsed slightly, not suffocating your tits against the material of your dress anymore which she couldn’t help but glance at as you looked away. “Thanks. Sorry.” You guffawed, your embarrassment seeming a little relieved as you stepped back, leaning against her desk as she pulled her chair and tray out to do the rolling.

“Louis not buying your weed for you?” She conversed, eyes on the rolling paper as she carefully packed it. Your head snapped towards her, realising that you were the one who blabbed that. Her eyes glanced up at you briefly when you didn’t immediately answer.

“No. It’s… okay though.” You justified, a mass of shame swirling just below your rib cage. You didn’t wanna talk shit about your boyfriend to a stranger, even if the stranger had a totally welcoming vibe about her — and your boyfriend was cheap. Ellie tsk’d lightheartedly, shaking her head. “Against the rules, man.” She comment quietly.

“What rules?” You furrowed your brows defensively as she continued packing.

“You don’t let your girl buy her own weed?” She repeat obviously. Something about the way she said it made the embarrassment in your stomach dissipate into butterflies, which widened your eyes slightly at the disloyal feeling.

“Oh.”

Silence for a beat or two as Ellie concentrate. You notice the lesbian flag on her pinboard.

“It’ll probably just be me and my friends that smoke it anyway. The weathers nice so we’ll be at one of those frat pool parties… You don’t go to those?” You tilt your head, and her eyes lingered on you as you did so at the sugary sweetness in your gesture. God, you made her teeth hurt.

“Nah. I hear those things get weird and horny. Straight people… no offence.” She glances towards you once more, the ‘no offence’ holding little to no weight. Ellie didn’t seem like the type to give a shit about offence, anyways.

“I’m bisexual, but I understand.” You giggle, pushing yourself back to sit more on her desk, swinging your legs as you watch her roll. Her fingers froze for just a moment, before she continued rolling.

“Oh yeah?” She conversed, absolutely despising how a flame of hope flickered in her chest. Nope. Not doing this again.

“Yeah, actually I…” You chuckled. “I started college with the hopes of finding a girlfriend. Things just… didn’t end up that way I guess.” You shrugged, and you seemed happy enough but Ellie could sense the disappointment buried deep.

“Huh.” Ellie let out as she licked the rolling paper, firmly closing it up. She kind of hoped you were watching her as she did so. You weren’t. “You know if you squint really hard Louis could be a lesbian.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nope.” Ellie pushed her chair back, standing. You chuckled and she smirked, pushing the two pre rolls she’d made into a bigger baggie and then presenting them to you. “This gonna be enough?”

“Oh yeah, I’m a total lightweight.” You giggled girlishly and she nodded, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she watched you fish around in your purse, unzipping an inside pocket to stuff the rolls inside.

“Cute.” She let slip with a smile, and your heart fluttered a little. You berated yourself for that silently.

“What extra do I owe you? Do you charge for rolling or… I don’t know how this usually works.” You pulled out your pink zip up wallet, the zip a glittery jewel between your fingers.

“Nah. No extra charge.” She held her hands up and you raised your eyebrows in surprise. That was a lie. She did usually charge extra for that, but one thing about Ellie was that she was a sucker for the pretty girl discount.

“Really?” And out came the doe eyes, your dark heavy eyelashes weighty above your pretty eyes as you looked up at her in awe. It was Ellie’s hearts turn to flutter.

“Really.” She smirked, not breaking eye contact (much to her surprise) as she pinched the cash payment from you between her pointer and middle finger knuckles, only swallowing down the giddiness when your fingers brushed hers. You grinned, zipping your wallet back up and tucking it away, feet tapping on the floor a little like you just couldn’t contain your excitement (Which made Ellie want to squeeze you.)

“I know you said it’s not your thing, but you should come to one of the pool parties. Most of the time the people there are cool. It’ll be good for business.” You wiggled your eyebrows which made Ellie’s smile uncontainable, teeth actually on display now which she honestly never did. No one was ever funny or cute enough.

“Maybe.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, walking you towards her door.

“They happen every weekend. Would be cool to see you there.” You fixed your bag over your shoulder before turning back to her. “Nice to meet you, Ellie. You’ll be seeing more of me.” You nodded formally, and the auburn haired girl tore her eyes away from the visible band of your underwear through the material of the dress when you looked back at her, muttering a “Good.”

Ellie always came away from these kind of things wishing she said more. She knew you had a boyfriend, but something about you seemed more curious. Like you weren’t totally against the idea of flirting back. Maybe it was all in her head because of the stupid crush she’d already developed. She didn’t understand it, how could someone like you feel fulfilled by someone like him. Ellie would never let you pay for your own weed, she’d treat you right. She had the means to be able to spoil you, which she didn’t need proof to know that Louis didn’t. Hell, he couldn’t even pay for his girls weed — Ellie knew stingy when she saw it. He probably wasn’t even making you cum. Not like Ellie could anyway, but then again who could? She’d like to think she had a gift — but maybe it was a guitarist-fingers thing, and years of deftly rolling tight joints.

Ellie shook her head free of the thought — sure she was a little grey-moralled — but thinking about finger fucking one of your customers girlfriends on a sunny afternoon felt a little wrong even for her. She was heading off to meet Dina to exchange notes for a class she missed, again just about willing herself to stay focused this semester. The two of them chat over coffee, the notes barely touched as the two friends joked around. When a pensive silence filled the space between them, Ellie spoke up — picking at a hangnail in a way she hoped was casual.

“You ever been to those campus pool parties? The ones at that douchey frat house?” She shrugged, glancing up at her darker haired friend.

“Uh, yeah. Like once or twice.” Dina frowned before snickering, raising a doubtful eyebrow. “What, you interested? You don’t even enjoy regular parties, hermit.”

Ellie’s jaw dropped slightly in offence, letting out a scoff before taking a sip of her coffee — still scalding hot on her tongue. “Excuse me. I’d be there strictly on business. I heard it’s… I was told I should go.” She explained. Dina’s smirk deepened, eyes lowering into slits.

“Who is she?”

“Why do you assume this is about a girl?” She rolled her jewelled eyes, before glancing around the cafe just incase anyone was listening to her pathetic segue into talking about you.

“Because last time I suggested you come with me and Jesse you nearly threw a textbook at my head.” Dina argued, making Ellie sit back in her seat, looking away in defeat as she crossed her arms over her light grey hoodie.

“She’s got a boyfriend. So it doesn’t matter. Just said it would be good for business and… the customer is always right, so I’ve been told.” Ellie rushed out, Dina’s shoulders dropping with a pitying look.

“Oh Ellie. Why put yourself through that?”

“She’s bi — okay stop. This isn’t about her. I was just asking. Fuckin’… forget it.” Ellie flipped the page of her notes now, going to scribble down what Dina had written to get her mind off the conversation.

“Alright, alright.” Her friends held up her hands. “Defensive.”

Ellie didn’t see Louis much from that point on. Same time, every week — you would be on her doorstep. Ellie wasn’t sure if it was just out of convenience, or maybe you had wanted to see her. You had the same spritely, sunshine attitude each time you stepped into her dorm — lighting it up with your smile and your pretty dresses. The auburn haired dealers heart was beginning to ache in a painfully familiar way. An unrequited crush, a girl she couldn’t have. She wished she could say this was the first time she’d crushed on a girl with a boyfriend — but that would be a lie.

Each time you left, the giddiness would fade out into a prickly, warm and uncomfortable anger settling in at the pit of her stomach. Occasionally, you’d let slip the way Louis treat you — and if you didn’t say it, she could tell by the look on your face when his name would come up. Your classes were stressing you out, hence needing her weed to unwind in the first place, and your boyfriend was doing nothing to ease your anxiety, instead choosing to go out and get wasted with his friends each night. You deserved better, and she knew it wasn’t her place to say but shit, it was killing her. You were killing her. She could treat you better.

From outside the frat house, she could hear music, laughter, and water splashing from down the street. Ellie stood with Dina and Jesse, already regretting her decision.

“Fuck this. I’m turning around.” Ellie attempted to swivel, but Jesse grabbed her arm.

“No you’re not. You’re here to sell, remember? Got a friend with money, said he’d pay you good.” He gave her a light shove towards the door, Dina rolling her eyes at the two’s antics. Ellie felt overdressed, wearing her short sleeved blue worn denim shirt unbuttoned over a wife beater and shorts with her Converse, pockets stuffed with pre-rolls gifting her that usual marijuana infused smell that followed her around that said ‘Hey everyone! I’m a dealer!’ Upon stepping out into the backyard, it was clear what kind of party it was. The sun was still shining, and people seemed pretty drunk already — jumping off the low roof and into the pool, girls on the outskirts squealing in their bikinis. The floor was practically vibrating with the bass from a Drake song and the sun was sizzling the back of Ellie’s neck — recipe for a headache, she thought. She’d sell her shit, and get out.

She knew you’d be here. In the back of her mind she knew. And yet, her heart still damn near thudded out her chest when you were suddenly right in front of her, arms extended with a big toothy grin. Ellie had almost panicked, not ready for the confrontation. She hadn’t even gotten herself a drink yet, hadn’t even smoked yet and here you were. You were wearing a white bikini and it looks so pretty against your soft skin. She was looking at your tits again.

Ah, shit.

“Ellie! M’so happy you came! I didn’t think I’d ever see you at one of these!” You all but squealed, throwing your arms around her neck and pulling your body taut against hers. Ellie didn’t have to look at Dina and Jesse to know that their eyebrows were practically in their hairline, taking in the scene in front of them. Your bikini top was damp still clearly having taken a dip in the pool earlier, along with the ends of your hair and she felt the wet triangles pressing damp spots into her own chest, your tits pressed up against her. You even had the nerve to let out a happy little ‘mmph’ moan as your body collided with hers. Were you really that happy to see her? God, if I had a dick right now, it would be rock fuckin’ hard. Thank fuck I don’t, Ellie thought— eyes opening again, not realising that she had squeezed them shut to suppress a moan when she’d hugged you back.

“Uh, yeah! Told you I’d consider it.” She tried to play it cool when she pulled back, taking in your giggly expression. You didn’t let go of her arm as you pulled away, and a waft of alcohol drifted through to Ellie’s nose, suddenly helping her understand the situation a little better. You were pretty drunk, but where was your boyfriend? Ellie scanned behind you, searching for his brunette mop only to be met with several dozens of them. Great. She felt a spike of anger in her chest again, violently protective. Who just leaves their girl wandering around in a bikini, drunk, at a frat party? “Wheres your little boyfriend?” Her expression flattened out, and she caught herself. She didn’t mean for it to come out like… that. Luckily, you were drunk enough to not notice the bitterness in her tone.

“Louis? Oh— uh…” Your bottom lip stuck out as you spun around on your tiptoes to see over heads, scanning the yard for him before spinning back with a shrug. You dropped back down onto the balls of your feet and your tits bounced in Ellie’s peripheral vision. “Who knows.” You giggle, eyes jumping to Ellie’s two friends, silently watching with amused smirks.

“Oh, uh— these are my friends. Dragged me along here. Dina,” She pointed. “And Jesse.” He gave you a little wave.

“Hi!” You chirped with an adorable little wave, before telling them your own name. “I’m not usually this…uh—”

“Drunk?” Ellie leant forward quietly with a smirk, like it was a secret just between the two of you. You giggled, turning back to her, introductions long forgotten as your face morphed into a theatric pout, blown out puppy dog eyes and all.

“Who says I’m drunk? Maybe I’m just really friendly.” You practically pur, suggestiveness dripping off your tone as your hand pulled her by her arm just that little bit closer, soft fingertips over her tattoo. Just as Ellie scrambled for an answer — your name was called in a familiar voice. Louis.

“Babe, there you are.” He sounded irritated, and Ellie straightened her back, jaw squaring ever so slightly. Be friendly, Ellie. He’s a customer — she remind herself. A shitty one, but he still pays you.

“Oh…” He took Ellie in, eyes jumping over her attire before glancing back at you. She just admit, she did look violently lesbian that day — and the body language between her and his girl wasn’t looking all too great to fresh eyes. “Hey.”

You reluctantly let go of Ellie’s arm, which didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette boy.

“I was just catching up with Ellie!” You grinned, and God — were you aware of just how flirtatious you looked batting your eyelashes up at her like that? In front of your boyfriend?

“Yeah, I see that.” Louis’ eyes didn’t leave Ellie’s, which of course she took as a competition without even thinking. She took a step closer, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She stood around 5’7. Taller when she wore boots. Taller if she fixed her posture. He wasn’t much taller than her, so she pretty much met his eye. Her heart skipped a few beats knowing you were watching her, but she held his gaze anyway— tilting her chin up a little. “Thanks for looking after my girl.” He spoke, which almost made Ellie want to laugh.

“Any time.” Eye to eye, the smirk that tugged at her lips held more meaning and the two of you knew it. Oh, she’d look after you alright. Louis’ eyes flickered away, glancing over at Dina and Jesse before back to her, stepping away and putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Come watch me play beer pong?” He spoke to you and you shrugged happily, taking the drink out of his hand and sipping. The freckled dealer couldn’t help but briefly think about how if you were with her she would have cut you off by this point, wrapping an arm around your waist and telling you that you’d had enough to drink, maybe suggest grabbing you a water. As he lead you away, you craned in his hold to wave at Ellie, who waved a few fingers back— watching closely. It was a casual crush before, but now it was on. She didn’t like Louis’ smugness, nor his general attitude or the way he was neglecting you. She had to take you and leave him with nothing. No, Ellie. You’re being like him. She’s not a piece of meat. But she knew the protectiveness didn’t stem from that. Did she think about you sexually? Yeah. But she could give you more than that. You were a sweet girl, and you should be treated as such.

“That was tense.” Dina raised her eyebrows, breaking the auburn haired girls concentration, her gaze snapping back to her friends.

“Oh, uh — he’s fuckin’… weird. I dunno. I give him my shitty weed.” She shrugged it off, looking over her shoulder once more to watch you disappear inside.

“I get it now, though. She’s a total smoke show.” Dina dropped her hand onto Ellie’s shoulder who sighed, shaking off the whole interaction.

“Whatever. I need a drink.” Ellie rolled her eyes, stepping away.

“She was hot.”

“Jesse, it’s okay when I say it. Not when you say it.”

“What? You just called her a smoke show! You’ve never called me that.”

Ellie left the bickering couple behind to find a beer, needing something cool and alcoholic to wind her down. Why was she getting so possessive over someone that wasn’t hers? You were making her feel like a creep, and she didn’t like that. Ellie did not catch feelings easily, despite her past mistakes. So like… what the fuck?

She didn’t see you for two weeks.

Maybe you’d realised you shouldn’t be giving her the eyes. Maybe Louis stepped up his game, who knows. Neither of you had even purchased any weed, and it was approaching exam season so Ellie knew you were stressed. But did she know? Was it presumptuous of her to ‘know’ how you feel?Just based off several occurrences and conversations when you’d come to her dorm to pick up? She tried to shake the feeling of you, your skin grazing hers and your pretty eyes staring up at her — and it was actually working. Maybe time does heal everything. Until of course, she went to the library and the clocks reversed on themselves.

She had to admit, she was falling a little behind in her work. She had gotten so preoccupied in selling that she had almost forgotten to be, well… a student. Her backpack was making her shoulder sore so she switched it to the other as she wandered through the building, fairly quiet for a Tuesday. She felt a pit of irritation bud inside her when she saw someone sat in the seat she wanted, the one that was away from everyone else in the library. She note the pink laptop case, the Hello Kitty stickers on the water bottle, the bracelets on the protruding arm. Oh, it was you.

Ellie was planning to walk on by. You’re here to do work, not flirt or get yourself involved in some kind of sapphic shenanigan. Your head was on the desk, and she figured you had fallen asleep — which almost made her smile fondly before she caught herself. Not yours, Ellie. As she stepped away however, she heard a sniffle. Then another. Ellie froze, willing herself not to do it. It’s not your responsibility Ellie, you can walk away and pretend you never saw. She pursed her lips, turning around anyway.

As she did so, you were lifting your head from the table, wiping your cheeks and nose of tears. You had this pitiful pout on your face, streaming eyes all pink and glossy and your nostrils damp in this oddly adorable way. Ellie still had time to creep away, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

“You uh… you good?” She stood awkwardly, making you snap your head towards her in surprise. She didn’t miss the way your eyes widened slightly in embarrassment at seeing a familiar face in such a vulnerable moment.

“Oh — Ellie. Um, yes. I’m fine.” You tried, but when you held her doubtful gaze — your lip wobbled again.

“Okay.” Ellie sighed after a beat, pulling up a seat and dragging it to your small table. Yep, she was doing this. “Talk to me.” She spoke in a hushed tone. She was so gentle with her voice and her eyes and her general demeanour — something you weren’t so used to — it soothed you enough to calm you for a moment and you revelled in the unfamiliar but warm feeling she brought you.

“I don’t wanna bore you with it.” You shook your head with an demure chuckle. Ellie wanted to reach forward and wipe your tears away, her hands itched on the table in-front of her instead.

“We’re literally in the library. I promise you that nothing is more boring than my text-book.” She raised an eyebrow with the attempts of making you laugh. Instead, you watched her for a moment. Ellie could tell you were wondering why she was being so nice to you. Does she treat all her customers this way?

“It’s… stupid. Louis just…” You sigh, as if the mere mention of his name makes you cringe. “We’re not that serious. So… I don’t care what he goes off and does in his spare time,” Interesting, Ellie noted. “But he gets really mad. And when he gets mad he gets mean. I guess I just need thicker skin.” Your voice cracked.

“Or you need to be with someone who’s not an asshole.” Ellie snipped before she got the chance to stop herself. Your eyes met hers again, a little wide in shock. “Sorry.” She closed her eyes, collecting herself. You blinked and two fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

“It’s… okay.” You whispered, playing with your bracelet. A silence sat between you two, just the sound of quiet shuffling in the library and your sniffs.

“Look, don’t let him get to you. You don’t… deserve that.” She shook her head and you nodded slowly, accepting. It was as if Louis were purposely giving her more reason to dislike him, and it was getting harder to hide her distaste for him. Snide comments were slipping out more frequently, Shit — she could barely even contain her facial expressions when his name was mentioned. Something had to be done soon, because she didn’t know how much ‘pretending’ she had left in her. Thankfully, the two of you seemed to have developed a bit of a friendship — so she felt less guilty about bashing your boyfriend, as you seemed understanding due to his often unlikeable ways.

“You done here soon?” Ellie looked around at the library. You wiped your cheek, hitting save on your laptop and shrugging.

“Didn’t really have any work to do, just didn’t know where to go.” You pout sadly, making Ellie have to dig her nails into her seat this time so that she didn’t lean forward and kiss it off you.

“Y’wanna smoke? On me. You need cheering up.” She stood up, swinging her backpack back on, studying long forgotten. You looked up at her hopefully, a glint of reluctance in your eye. You didn’t know why it felt wrong, you weren’t technically doing anything wrong. Just two friends hanging out, right? Louis wouldn’t know that you’re attracted to her. You wasn’t even sure if Louis remembered that you were bisexual for Gods sake, despite telling him a whole bunch of times.

“Really? I can pay you Ellie…” Your eyebrows knit together, and she was already shaking her head.

“My treat. I don’t like seeing pretty girls cry. Makes me wanna cry. You want me to cry?” She joked, pointing at herself in disbelief. She felt relief at the giggle that made its way out your throat, covering your mouth as to not disturb the other library goers. Pretty girls. The words echoed around your head until your face was hot before it dropped into your stomach and made a nest there.

“Okay.” You agreed after a moment. What harm could it do? Louis was an asshole, and the guilt began to slip away as you stood up — remembering all the nasty things he’d said to you.

“Alright, good.” Ellie grinned, turning her face away for a moment so maybe you wouldn’t see how excited she was. You did.

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“Thats a terrible first high story.” You giggled, taking a draw from the joint.

“What? Fuck you let’s hear yours then!” Ellie gaped, leaning forward from her seat on her bed to take the joint from you as you exhaled. You bit back your smile, letting your pink, watery eyes sail off in thought at you recalled your first time smoking.

“Kay, so… I was 17.” You staged dramatically, widening your eyes slightly as she smirked at your theatrics, leaning back with her eyes glued to you. If you weren’t so blazed, maybe you’d feel nervous under her simmering gaze. “Best friends brother let us smoke some in the backyard with his friends. I tried to play it cool, but I smoked too much and start laughing and I couldn’t stop. Like — it was painful, and I was scared because I couldn’t stop laughing. And they were all looking at me like what the fuck… so I went inside, tried to calm myself down and I threw up on the carpet. Like a distressed cat.” You pouted lightheartedly as Ellie chuckled along with your story.

“Threw up? How strong was the weed? Damn.” She laughed and you shook your head.

“It might have been the shots we’d done before hand to calm our nerves. Bad idea.” You cringed and she nodded, eyes still piercing into you as her laughter died down.

“That might’ve been it, yeah.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as she brought the joint to her lips once again, sucking in as she inhaled the pungent smoke. Ellie always got this confidence about her when she smoked. Well — she always had this slightly cocky demeanour about her, but for the most part it was an act. A need to protect herself. A defence mechanism that helped her get by — being a dealer was a social ass job. But smoking made that feeling real. She knew that was bad, relying on weed for real confidence and all, but hey — she’ll take what she can get.

“How you feeling? Any better?” She tested the waters, almost sorry she brought it up when you remembered Louis’ existence, expression melting a little into one of slight disappointment. One that said ‘Oh yeah… him.’ Like you’d forgotten for a moment.

“I guess. Not gonna let it bother me like you said. I don’t have the energy.” You shrugged, tearing your gaze away to study your baby pink manicure instead. Ellie scoffed out a little chuckle, finally stubbing out the joint. The noise attracted your attention and you met her analytical stare.

“Can I… ask what you see in that guy? Not judging just… curious.” She held her hands up in defence, but you didn’t exactly jump to his rescue. Infact it took you a moment to think about it.

“I don’t…” You stop yourself from saying ‘I don’t know’, your pride still burning despite the weed letting your guard down. “He’s… nice most of the time. Kinda guy your parents want you to bring home. He’s not as bad as he seems around other people. I guess he makes me feel wanted when we’re together?” You consider, but the way you say it makes Ellie think that you don’t even fully believe it. “I think… it was gonna be just sex. When I first met him anyway, but if I’m being totally honest the sex isn’t worth it on its own so I dunno… I thought I’d feel more fulfilled by a commitment, you know?”

Ellie was delighted, to be honest. It was music to her ears. You were just spewing about how unfulfilled you were, and she was starting to feel more and more confident that she could convince you that there was a bigger and better world out there. She laughed, openly — letting the joy of the moment go to her head for a minute.

“Oh that’s funny?” You giggled back, chucking a small brown sentimental looking teddy bear at her from her bed. You pursed your lips and she could tell despite your laughter you were knocked slightly insecure by her reaction.

“A little.” She looks off to the side. You want to chuck something else at her but there’s nothing to throw.

“Why?” You push. You know why.

“Your boyfriend can’t fuck.” Her stomach tensed as another laugh bubbled up and you rolled your eyes theatrically, pushing yourself up just so you can dramatically change your position to face the other way on the bed, arms crossed and brow creased.

“Not opening up to you again.” You push out and she nudges you gently with her foot, a more sympathetic (yet equally amused) expression still at the surface.

“No, I’m sorry. Go on.” She waved her a hand a little in the smoky room, nudging you again with her sock covered toe.

“Thats it! There’s nothing else to it. My boyfriend can’t fuck and it sucks. I hate everything.” You complain, not daring to face her. She can’t help but burst out laughing again, the back of her head leaning back to rest on the wooden headboard as she runs a hand over her eyes, shielding herself from the bright dorm light, and you. She lets out an ‘ahhh’ at the end of her outburst.

She hears you whine her name, and she takes more pity on you this time purely because you sound so cute.

“Alright uh— tell me what he’s doing wrong. I’ll give you pointers to give to him so he can fix his shit.” She tries suddenly, as if just being struck by the idea — and she feels you slowly look at her. She pushes her chin down to her chest, looking at you now as she removes her hand from her eyes. You blink at her a couple of times, still pretty, still high as a kite.

You inhale through your nose, eyes drifting off in thought as you turn back towards her, invested, tucking your feet beneath your ass. You hum, coming up blank. “I don’t know. I feel like… you either got it or you don’t, you know? Sex is… emotional. Well, it should be. To him it’s just… getting off.” You shrug, opting to pick at a loose thread on her grey bed throw than look at her. The smirk is still dying on her lips like the slither of sunlight resting on water at the culmination of a sunset. She takes a little longer to think, brain fogged by her high.

“So… okay.” She pushes her palms into the bed to sit up a little more. “What do you like? I don’t really pin you as someone who… wants to be in control.” She analyses, watching you carefully for a reaction. She notices the flick up of your eyebrows and guesses — correct.

“With him there’s no… no one is in control. It’s not one person calling the shots or any kind of dynamic it’s just… we just fuck and that’s it.” You sound sad this time, like bringing the conversation to forefront was making you realised just how unhappy you were.

“Do you cum?” She asks abruptly, and you nearly choke on your own saliva. You think it catches her off guard too, because she looks away from you for a moment and itches her head before deciding fuck it, and goes back to staring. You bite your lip. Well there was that one time, you were on your back — Louis on top, you had a hand pressed between the two of you, rubbing your clit in quick sloppy circles as he got busy. Your eyes were closed. Did you cum? Kind of? Your eyes were closed. You were somewhere else. Somewhere softer and warmer, and it didn’t smell like beer and sweat. You shake your head, no. It was the closest time though, but Louis got all hostile about you touching yourself during sex. Said it was insulting, that you undermined him. You shook off the memory.

“No?” She whispers, eyebrows raised to the high heavens as if she just couldn’t fathom having sex and not making her partner cum — because that’s exactly what she was doing. She felt that hot tingling anger again in her chest, but it was dulled out by the weed — leaving her with just a light irritation at the back of her throat. “Thats fucked up.”

“Is it? I mean… orgasms take time. Doesn’t just happen in five minutes… that can get exhausting.” You defend, and you’re not sure why. You both know there’s no excuse.

“Nah.” She sniffs, not quite bothered to begin on how wrong you are. She switches the subject slightly instead. “So let me guess, missionary everytime?”

Your eyes widen, pressing your fingers over your lips to stop the childish giggle from bursting out. Ellie’s eyes widen too, realising how, well — down bad she was acting. She felt like a teenage boy on Snapchat playing truth or dare asking an uninterested girl if she’d ever send nudes before.

“Uh— fuck, you don’t have to answer that. Just making conversatio—”

“Most of the time. I think…” You decide to share something to make her feel less invasive, not wanting the conversation to end. You actually enjoyed getting to talk someone about this. “I think I’d feel good on top, maybe. But, hmm. How do I put this?” You thought. You looked at her for a moment and she gazed back, waiting on you to continue. Her breath caught in her throat when you crawled up toward her. “Lay back, please?” It was a request, not a command — and Ellie thought she might be dreaming when you straddled her with a frustrated expression.

You settled, and she was hyper aware of the feeling of your pillowy ass dropped down onto her thighs over her warm crotch.

“Okay, say I’m here. In this position.” You explain as well as you can, and when you give a few demonstrative bounces on her phantom cock her hands instinctively land on your hips to steady you. Fuck. Fucking shit. You don’t even seem to notice, or care. “This,” You point at your position. “Is me being in charge and… I don’t want that. It— it doesn’t get me off. I don’t wanna feel like I’m dominating them.” You whisper the last part like you’re telling her a secret at a girly sleepover, and she catches herself grinning before she scrambles, running over what you just said in her brain.

“Wait. Nah, that’s…” She adjusts herself slightly sheepish because she can feel herself blushing. Be cool, Ellie. Be dominant. “Thats bull. It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, it’s about how you make them feel.” She shrugs, and when you continue to stare at her, pink, glossy wide eyes— she carries on, you requiring more explanation. “If you’re on top working overtime, he should be telling you what a good job you’re doin’. How pretty you look doin’ it.” Her voices rasps in the way it does when she gets horny and she hopes she’s not giving herself away. Your mind goes a little blank, succumbing to the daydream of receiving that kind of praise. It makes your skin feel clammy. Louis isn’t below you in your daydream. Your freckled friend breaks your trail of thoughts. “And,” She’s smug now, and raises her knees behind you, planting her feet down on the bed and thrusting upwards a few times making you bounce a little, gripping her tighter. “Doesn’t matter if you were on top. I could still be the one fucking you. Just like this.”

You pause, only because you’re frozen in fear that she can feel the sudden floodgates open between your legs— praying to every God imaginable that you don’t leave some kind of pathetic wet patch on her. She thinks you’ve frozen at what she’s said.

“Uh— I mean Louis. Louis could still be the one— yeah.” She shrugs off, squeezing your hips with her warm fingers and you’re suddenly aware of your compromising position again, shaken from a dream. You slide off her quickly, bringing your knees to your chest and your back to the cool wall beside her bed. You were not a cheater. It doesn’t matter that the two of you didn’t kiss, or fuck, or whatever — what would have happened if Louis had walked in and seen you in your very gay dealers lap, pretending to have sex? You were not a cheater.

Ellie’s mouth was agape, like she wanted to say sorry but just couldn’t find it in her to feel sorry enough to say it. Her eyes were worried however, worried she’d made you uncomfortable or pushed it too far.

“I should… I shouldn’t stay. It’s getting late and—” You started looking for your bag with your laptop in it, where did you put it again?

“I’m sorry I— I didn’t mean to be weird. That was… I made you feel—” Her tone was apologetic now.

“No, no. It’s not that. I’m just hungry and I get weird when I’m… when I haven’t eaten. You’re fine. I mean, you were fine. Nothing weird just… friends hanging out, right?”

It hurt her, but Ellie nodded anyway. You were going back to him. It always ended this way.

“‘Kay. You got everything? You gonna be okay getting back? You’re still high.” Ellie stood, awkwardly dawdling behind you as you scooped up your purse. “I can walk you back—” She started patting her pockets for her key card.

“It’s okay, really. It’s still light outside and it’s a short walk. I think I need just… fresh air and quiet.” You avoid her eyes, but turn to face her as you back towards her door.

“Okay.” She was disappointed. “I hope you feel better now, ‘n stuff.” Your hand pushed the cold metal handle down and the hallway of her building was just as muggy, but it felt like a relief when some of the smoke from her dorm was released.

“I do.” You could look now, standing in the hallway as she didn’t move past her doorway. The distance made it safe enough to look at her pretty eyes without feeling you were going to do something bad. “Thank you Ellie. I owe you one.” Your brows knit together sincerely. Sure, I have a favour I need — break up with your boyfriend.

“Sure.” Ellie left it there, shook her head like it was nothing. “Text me and just… let me know that you got in okay. Yeah?” She continued to speak to you as you backed up down the hallway, awkwardly fumbling with your bag. It was wrong to let a girl walk back home high and alone. She thought about you walking around drunk and alone at that frat party. She was Louis this time.

“Will do. See you, Ellie.” Her name sounded like music when you said it. She had a new favourite song.

Your dorm was cooler, refreshing to be in when you got back. Your first mission was to look in the mirror and you sighed almost angrily seeing how flustered and a little dishevelled you look. You wanted to take the clothes off that touched her, still stinking of weed. You wanted food in your belly to flush her out. Flopping onto your back on your bed you pull your phone out, ignoring the texts and calls from your boyfriend — all to send a message to your dealer.

‘got back safe, thanks again😊’ You regret the emoji, but the Read: 5:13PM was immediate so there was no time to regret it for long. Three bubbles and then ‘Good’. You stare at the text, and then stare past the phone. You didn’t want to answer Louis right now. He could wait until tomorrow.

part two

#ellie williams x reader #dealer!ellie #ellie williams au #ellie williams fic #ellie tlou2 fic

[aziraphales-library]

Hello dear mods!! This is kind of a random, oddly specific ask but do you have any fics where one of our lovely Ineffable Husbands uses really cheesy pickup lines?

I’m a sucker for cheesy pickup lines, and I’ve come across one or two in the wilds of ao3 and they were hilarious and adorable.

Human au/other aus or just regular Angel and Demon are perfectly fine!! Thank you!! <3

Hey! Here are some fics with pick up lines for you...

If I told you you had a nice body, would you hold it against me? by involuntaryorange (T)

After several months of mounting frustration, Crowley turns to the internet. Humans seem to have figured out relationships, he reasons; or, at least, they’ve figured out how to get into them, and that’s the part he needs help with. An hour of googling and two rather nice bottles of pinot noir later, he has a plan. a.k.a. the one where Crowley decides to try out some pick-up lines.

Did it hurt? by madlysanecatlady (T)

An exercise in shitty pickup lines.

do him! by orphan_account (T)

Crowley is an astronomer who does a side gig as a stand-up comedian on Fridays. One Friday he sets out to introduce a new segment to his routine, a bit where he makes fun of the audience's expense. Though when he's asked to make fun of a gorgeous man, he says something brash and regrets it, and then later goes to introduce himself and apologize to the kind man. - “Hello there!” Crowley said, chastising himself for being too loud when the man jumped. “Oh, hello. Er, may I help you?” The man said. “Uh, yeah. I’m Crowley.” He said, reaching his hand out to shake. “Aziraphale,” the man said, taking it. “I just wanted to apologize for making that joke, it was wrong of me to cross a boundary like that. I was simply caught in the moment and I thought you looked pretty. I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable that you had to run out.” Crowley said.

Wingman by writeonclara (T)

“Do you understand what will happen to you if you don’t smash your demon buddy? And since you’re”—Gabriel paused to search for the proper adjective to encompass all of Aziraphale’s Aziraphaleness, then settled on—“you, God commanded me to help you. And buddy, you need all the help you can get.” Or: Gabriel’s assigned to be wingman for Aziraphale to keep him from Falling. He’s about as good at it as you’d imagine.

The Pumpkin Patch by AppleSeeds (T)

Aziraphale visits a pumpkin patch and meets Crowley, a farmer with a fondness for cheesy seasonal pick-up lines. After a while, he starts to get the impression that Crowley might actually be flirting with him, and tries to work up the courage to reciprocate.

The Steps to Courting an Angel by ReginaPapilio (G)

Crowley entrusts his love life to a "Love Guide" upon finding it in Aziraphale's bookshop. Now he just needs to follow it until the angel is finally his, but things don't go his way that easily.

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (E)

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.  "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."  AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #flirting #pick up lines #getting together #mod d #humour

[becasworldsstuff]

She’s my person

Pairings: Rebekah Mikaelson x bestfriend!reader (witch reader)

Summary: reader has been with the scooby squad forever, when Rebekah comes to school, she makes her see her true potential and Rebekah is willing to do anything to not let anyone hurt reader.

Y/n was friend with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena since forever but they never let her bloom out her true nature, her powers always diminished but used and used whenever someone needed them, it had been that way since they found out the supernatural world, now, the originals were in town, which meant keeping Elena safe from them, little did they knew about what their friend could manage to control outside of her powers.

It was another school day which meant getting up, ready and be awaken enough to bare being with Caroline at 7.30 am, while y\n was nearly sleeping she bumped into a cascade of blonde hair sending herself into the ground and earning a laugh from above

‘Oh my god, i cannot say sorry enough its that I’m really just so clumsy, oh Rebekah its you, you look so pretty today, see you in class’

Those were the first words heard of kindness by Rebekah, her eyes never leaving the figure of the sweet, little witch that she knew was friend with the scooby gang, klaus often talked about her, saying that she was just so sweet that she even worried about him.

Rebekah couldn’t not find herself quite entrained by the girl that in history class seemed to be sleeping calmly, then in math, and then she felt some kind of warm feeling when their pe teacher paired them together.

Into 2 weeks of their friendship bekah had felt the most appreciated in her life ever, following y/n around and sending side glances to anyone who looked strangely in their direction, not that she cared what other though, but her new friend probably would.

Their phone calls lasted hours on end and y/n was more at the mikaelson’s house than at her own, not that anyone seemed to mind as she had everything one could possibly search for.

With the passing time, the squad started to realize y/n's absence to their meetings and such, but no one outside of Elena got worried for her. So the next morning, while she was looking for a book in her locker, Caroline, Bonnie and Elena got near her asking about what was happening, receiving a giggle and a mumble that said "oh, nothing, I just made a new friend, I'm just happy about it and I'm trying to spend more time with her as I'm her only friend, see you at cheer practice" and with that the ball of sunshine disappeared in thin air.

Before cheer practice, in the evening, y/n and Rebekah were stretching and chatting, when Damon Salvatore got near them and decided that he needed to talk to the witch to defeat Klaus, so he was shocked when she saw the original girl, with fake confidence and a smug smirk he took the girl's arm and turned around saying he needed her.

In the Salvatore house y/n had been doing spells for over six hours, stopping only to drink water, her strength now starting to fade as her skin surely couldn't look like one of a healthy person. But she kept on, feeling ridiculous in her little cheerleading outfit, and while her eyes were heavy and her body started to tild to the side for the exhaustion one vampire straightened her up " come on, if you're such a strong witch then you should be able to do this" she kept chanting words in Latin not hearing anyone. The door and the windows flew open, and while everyone seemed to be fighting with the wind she looked as if it was in front of her only to make her look more angelic, the candles started to grow and a light spread around the room strongly, while this was happening, the originals came through the open door and saw as the girl cried blood and screamed while doing the spell, not that anyone seemed to care since they where too busy celebrating the outcome.

When the girl hit violently the floor due to exhaustion Rebekah ran to pick her up, her best friend, being used by ghost who she considered being her dear friend, not having seen in hours Rebekah called her brothers who got a witch to locate her.

They carried the young girl in her cheer outfit and placed her in a guest's bedroom. Waiting for her to wake up the originals forgot all about Elena and the doppelganger and the Salvatore Brothers instead Rebekah sat on the bed with the girl's head on her lap while gently stroking her hair.

"You're my best friend"

#rebekah mikaelson #rebekah x reader #tvdu x reader #the originals #klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #mikaelsons x reader #platonic!reader #besties

[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - Fourteen

(A/n: With the end of the fic drawing near, I'd like to take a moment to tell you all how much I appreciate everyone's support on my first fully released writing project. It really does mean the world to me and gives me the motivation to continue writing(Even if it's a slow process). I love you all, my Lovelies.)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: Heavy violence, mentions and depictions of torture

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Here - Epilog

Bloomed in Poison - Prolog

     Ghost’s tired eyes widen at the sight before him. An angel had stepped into the room, covered head-to-toe in blood-soaked tactical gear. Bright white light illuminates the figure as they step further into the dimly lit room, though that could have just been his mind slipping further into madness. The lack of sleep and immense amount of pain he’s been put through have done some strange things to his head. He often found himself talking to conjured images of his team, telling them how much he missed them and needed them, only for them to disappear seconds later.

     Iris had been a particularly common and vivid hallucination. Popping up at least twice an hour to let Ghost know how well he was doing or to tell him he just needed to hold on a bit longer. Everytime it happened, he’d keep himself from blinking for as long as possible hoping to prolong the visit from his conjured lover and the brief reprieve it gave his broken mind. Even now, watching as Iris approached him with tear stained cheeks, the only thing he could focus on was keeping his eyes open to keep the illusion here with him. 

~~~~~

     Gone. She’s just gone. The moment you think you have the leverage to get Ghost and König back it all disappears. Rain had somehow vanished from the base, though you’re certain you saw her just a few hours ago in the mess hall. Maybe it was just bad timing and she had slipped out of the base just before you’d put the pieces together. Or maybe she’d seen you rushing down the hall looking like a madman on your way to tell Price. Either way, the lockdown and search of the premises had turned up nothing. She was gone without a trace of her ever having been there.

     “I can’t believe this shit,” You mumble angrily as you tighten your vest to your body, readying yourself for the suicide mission. 

     Soap sighs as he double checks the magazines for his rifle, clearly having had enough of this past week. “How did all go so sideways?”

     You couldn’t help but feel like it was mostly your fault. Obviously, Alice had it out for you for some reason, Ezekiel made that pretty evident. All the thought does is piss you off more. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t just a feeling, it was your fault. Your men were captured, in god knows what kind of state right now, and the team was going on a suicide mission because of something you’d done to Alice. Because you wouldn’t open up and spill your secrets to your ‘best friend’ or what you believed to be your best friend at the time. 

     A disheartened sigh falls from your lips as you continue to ready your gear, tightening straps and holstering weapons as your mind continues to lay all of the blame on you. It doesn’t make sense. Why go through all the trouble of hurting so many people because someone you don’t even like wouldn’t open up to you? Perhaps that wasn’t her reasoning, maybe there was something else causing her completely irrational plans. Or maybe they weren’t her plans at all.

     The emptiness of the halls and rooms has you thinking you may have been lied to. Or maybe you had the wrong warehouse. But that all-too-familiar magnetic buzz has you moving deeper into the building. Like a ship to a siren’s call, you lead the other four into the unknown, fearing the worst while hoping to find the source of your current hardship. Hoping, praying, pleading with whatever god would listen, to be reunited with König and Ghost. Whether you made it out alive didn’t matter to you anymore so long as you got them back where they were supposed to be.

      A long, disheartened sigh escapes your lips as you glance around the last hallway. Having found nothing but empty rooms and silent halls thus far, you begin to wonder if coming here was even worth it. What a waste of time and effort you may have put into a completely empty building after all the trouble you’d gone through to get here in the first place. Suddenly all the fighting and yelling at superiors didn’t seem right anymore. The fear of being fired from the only job you want, of being pushed away from your family again settles low in your gut like brick. 

     Those thoughts only last a moment as one of the men taps you on the shoulder. “There,” He nods toward one of the doors on the left side of the hall. It appears to be made out of solid metal and there’s a keypad on the wall next to the handle.

     Your brain fails you as you step closer to the door, all caution thrown to the wind as you grab the handle. It doesn’t budge, so you try again. And again. And again, until you're practically shaking the door free of its hinges trying to get it open. You want to cry as the magnetic pull grows exponentially stronger. You're on the verge of tears when you finally snap out of your little tantrum and pull yourself together. Now equipped with the knowledge that this door was extra secure, you take a step back and attempt to reassess the situation.

     Your head shakes on its own as you stare Price right in the eyes. “I won’t.” You’re not only disobeying his orders but you’re also directly telling your captain no. If it were any other man standing not even five feet from you, you’d probably be scared to death by the mere thought of telling a superior no. But this was Price after all, and he was like family to you and understood your side. “I can’t.” Your voice shakes with unshed tears as you continue shaking your head.

     Price nods slowly as he looks around at each of the soldiers standing around you both. “Alright.” He gestures to the four KorTac members. “Team two, you’re with Iris.” He steps forward and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Lead them well. Bring ‘em home alive, yeah?” 

     Your eyes widen slightly as you take in the meaning of his words. Not even ten minutes ago, he’d been ordering you and all the others to climb into the armored vehicle so you could get the suicide mission over with. You’d stood there, unmoving as all the others clambered begrudgingly toward said vehicle. But you couldn’t move, you were glued to your spot stuck on the thought of your men being tortured for something that wasn’t their fault.

     Now, Price is telling you to take these four men and lead them on an unofficial mission to save Ghost and König. The thought of the repercussions this could cause flash only briefly through your mind as you look over at the team of operators. “Will you follow me? Allow me to lead you through enemy territory to retrieve Ghost and König?” You nearly choke on air as they all give nods and stand at attention before you. Clearly, they’d gained quite a bit of respect for you over the past two months, something you hadn’t expected at all. Especially not after the scene that had been caused during the training for your first mission with the group.

     It wouldn’t open. The stupid fucking door wouldn’t open. No matter how many different number combinations you entered, the damned thing just stayed closed. The only other way to open it would be to find a keycard with access to whatever system the electronic lock was linked to. That feels impossible considering the rest of the warehouse had been completely empty. Your hope of getting Ghost and König back was quickly diminishing as you did the only thing you could think to do, stare at it blankly.

     A growl of frustration bubbles up your throat as you throw a heavy punch at the keypad on the wall, watching as it cracks in half from the force. A few sparks fly from the broken tech as it begins to short-circuit. And then you hear, like the most beautiful song to ever be written, sung by the voice of a goddamned angel. The lock clicks open as the power supply to the keypad fails. 

     You huff out a laugh as you slowly push the door open, revealing a long concrete staircase. The irony of your anger issues tickles the back of your brain as you force yourself not to burst into a fit of insane laughter. For years you’d been swallowing down your anger, focusing it into your work and training, and all it took to overcome this obstacle was to let yourself feel frustrated again. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to show a little aggression and anger. 

     You shrug at your own thoughts and usher four men to follow you down into the basement. The cool, stale air filters through your balaclava as you descend the steps as quietly as possible. You make sure to keep your eyes trained on the opening at the bottom so nothing could take you by surprise.

     You're only three steps from the bottom when you begin to hear voices. Your hand shoots up over your shoulder as your feet come to a halt, signaling for the others to stop as well. Three distinct voices can be heard from around the corner, you’re able to pick up a bit of their conversation. 

     “Any new information from our puppets in there?” A gentle, sultry male voice questions, a small snicker following his question.     A deep, gruff male voice speaks with what sounds to be agitation. “Won’t say anything, not a word from either of ‘em.”

     A familiar sounding female voice chimes in, “Keep trying, one of them is bound to crack eventually. I’m willing to bet you could get the giant to talk first.” 

     That voice strikes an animalistic feeling in the back of your neck causing your spine to become unnaturally straight. It’s like nails on a chalkboard, raking against your eardrums in the most mind breaking ways. Rain’s face materializes behind your eyes, that all-too-familiar heat returning to your chest as you physically force yourself to stand still. The last thing you need right now is to lose what little chance you had of getting Ghost and König out of here alive. 

     Your breath catches in your throat as the realization hits you like a speeding truck. They’re alive. They’re here and alive. Relief floods your entire being, your shoulders loosening and jaw unclenching for the first time since they’d been taken. It feels as though you can breathe again, the stale air of the warehouse basement suddenly seeming as fresh as the ocean breeze. A small smile forms on your chapped lips, the thought of getting them out of here is the only strength you can find to hold back the tears.

     The sound of retreating footsteps is briefly stifled by the gruff voice once more. “I don’t think either of ‘em will crack. Been here for a week, beaten, tortured, threatened and still won’t talk? I think it’s time to give up and just off ‘em.”

     You swallow a growl that forms in your throat as you push the graphic images out of your head. You nod once and motion for the others to follow you as the footsteps continue to grow quieter. Poking your head out of the stairwell, you run your eyes over your new surroundings. Small tables and metal chairs haphazardly litter the large room. Most of the tables hold trash of some sort. Empty booze bottles and plastic cups are strewn across the stone floor. The place seems to be in complete disarray, which shouldn't be as surprising as it is.

     It didn’t take long for your small group to be noticed. iver heavily armed soldiers sneaking through rooms and halls that were mostly white and light gray were bound to be spotted eventually. On top of all the other disadvantages you’d found yourself to have, you hadn’t taken into consideration that breaking the keypad might send out a security alert. So, everyone residing within the small compound was aware of, and on the lookout for, intruders.

     While you’d never been a huge fan of killing people, you knew in some cases it was unavoidable. So when a few of the residents found you and your merry band of KorTac operators, your choices were to turn yourselves in and cause a ruckus, or subdue them by whatever means necessary. You all chose the latter, and proceeded to defend your freedom with swift, less than merciful deaths for anyone that tried to get in your way. 

     It seemed there were at least three hostiles for every corner you turned and two more for every room you looked through. Waves of people coming at your group over and over again as you make your way through what you had previously thought to be a small warehouse basement. That wasn’t the case at all though. In fact, there was an underground tunnel system tucked in the back of the original basement. Three whole underground floors, each of which contained housing units, offices, bathrooms and small kitchens. It was like moving through the equivalent of three military bases.

     You probably wouldn’t have made it this far if team one hadn't shown up thirty minutes ago. All of team two had sustained minor injuries, mostly bruises, small cuts and grazes from near misses of bullets. Ammo had been running low and you were down to two of your six combat knives by the time Price, Soap and Gaz made their surprise appearance. The confusion that overtook you nearly made you dizzy, until they explained what they found. What they found being absolutely nothing, which made this elaborate base make a hell of a lot more sense.

     “So, they’re alive? You’re positive?” Cautious concern and elation snake through Price’s tone as he speaks. His eyes are glued to you and the team you’d been leading.

     You nod slowly, honestly uncertain of how to answer without bringing the team’s morale down. “As of an hour and thirty-six minutes ago, yes.” You hadn’t seen Rain at all during your extensive expedition of, what you now suspect is, the organization’s new headquarters. Your eyes find Soap as he works deftly to rig a small charge on a security access door. The hope being it’ll give you all a quicker and quieter way to travel around the labyrinth of never ending rooms and hallways.

     Soap finishes placing the charge and ushers everyone around the corner of an intersecting hall. “Shouldn’t need this much clearance,” He shrugs as he peers back around the corner at the door. “But you can never be too safe.” He steps back behind cover and holds up the charge trigger. A small bang echoes through the hallway, causing slight ringing in everyone’s ears. “Maybe it was a bit too much?” 

     You snort out a laugh and follow Soap around the corner to the security door which is now blown wide open. “At least it’s open.” You shrug as you both walk into the room, monitors full of video feeds fill the back half. Your eyes widen slightly as you scan over each of the feeds, unconsciously looking for two very specific people. “Oh, God,” You gag as your eyes finally find the feed for the ‘interrogation’ rooms. 

     Tears fall from your lashes as you take in the horrendous sight of your men, bound and tied to chairs. The cameras face both of them directly, neither wearing their masks but both recognisable from the clothing they wore. Clothing you had seen them wearing just before they disappeared, only now it was cut open and stained the color of rust in some places. Cuts and bruises litter their bodies, fresh blood seeming to seep from their skin in places. Your stomach twists with the need to evacuate anything that may be contained within as your heart squeezes, trying to fold in on itself. 

     You knew it would be bad, you knew this is what was happening to them, but you could stand to look at it. Couldn’t stand knowing you were the reason for the days of torment your lovers had been through. And now, standing here, more or less fine, while they suffered endless amounts of pain, had broken you. Your usually strong exterior, your need to be fine even in the hardest of situations dissipates. The emotional turmoil you’d thought would be the end of you couldn’t compare to what they’d been through.

     Guilt and disgust fill you as you think back on how bad you’d felt for yourself. You felt pathetic, nearly breaking from their absence was so stupid in hindsight. You’d been so focused on holding yourself together while they’d been here, counting on you to come for them.

     They’d been paid a visit recently, that much was obvious and it made your blood boil with white hot rage. You want to shriek in anger, to wail in sadness and throw things. You don’t though, you keep it together as you knew you’d get your chance to be emotional once they were back in the confines of safety. Your eyes scan the screens once more, finding the room numbers before you turn and rush out of the security room. 

     The adrenaline coursing through your veins and the sound of your rapidly beating heart drowns out the calls of your team. You were on a mission and nothing would stand in your way. So they were either with you, or they weren’t. 

     The next twenty minutes blur in your head, flashes of the events that transpired are all that remain. Images of you sprinting through the halls, picking off the residents of the facility one by one. The cuts and bruises you’d sustained, the single bullet that had managed to hit you in the midst of the absolute rampage you’d gone on stick in the back of your head. You don’t feel them though, your whole body feels numb and you can’t think of anything but pulverizing the two people you know had a hand in Ghost and König’s torture. 

     You vaguely remember team two following hot on your heels as you massacred a fifth of the people on the third floor. They’d followed you without question, either having full confidence in your abilities or having that little control over themselves as well. It hadn’t really mattered to you either way, you were just glad to have some sort of backup when it came time to bust into the room that contains the holding cells. 

     Many well-equipped guards stood in your way, but you weren’t deterred in the slightest by their presence. Neither were the four men from KorTac. In that moment it became clear why they had followed you so willingly, all of them standing at your side waiting for you to give the order. Waiting for you to lead them into what would most likely be a bloodbath for your small, now ammo-less group. 

     “This will most likely end in at least one of our deaths,” You explain in a hushed voice as you glance between the four men. “You’ve come this far with me and not questioned any of my rash decisions, I wouldn’t blame any of you if this is not a risk you’re willing to take.” You swallow hard, nerves slowly wiggling their way past the wall of numbness and determination that had gotten you this far. “You’ve all done well and I commend you all for the bravery you’ve shown by blindly following my lead.” You salute them all as a show of respect, nodding in approval as they follow suit. “I’m going to turn around, you have thirty seconds to make your decisions. After that I’ll be moving forward with no knowledge of who has chosen to stay and who has chosen to go.” 

     You take a deep inhale and turn toward the door that would likely lead to your death. You wouldn’t make the choice for these men, you wouldn’t lead more people than necessary to their deaths for what felt like a selfish and reckless move. Your stomach churns with a mixture of respect and fear when you hear four sets of boots come to stand in a line beside you.

     “If we play this right,” Horangi pipes up quietly. “We can get weapons from a few of the guards before they realize we’re even here.”

~~~~~

     Blood. So much blood. Covered in it, head to toe and back again, absolutely soaked. Yours, Ghost’s, König’s, and everyone else you’d come in contact with in the past three hours. But most of it belonged to that prick who’d suggested just offing your men. It’s sticky and wreaks of iron, leaving a tingling sensation in the back of your nasal cavity. It serves as a stark reminder of the things you found out you were capable of about forty-five minutes ago and it’s the last sinsation you feel before everything around you fades to black.     Your whole body ached from a hard battle your team had barely won. None of you had escaped without injuries that ranged in severity from simple bruising to bullet wounds. Through all of it the only thing keeping you upright was the hope that that vile man hadn’t managed to follow through with his suggestion. 

     As the last guard falls by Soap’s hand, the whole group breathes a collective sigh of relief. The room grows deathly silent as we search the fallen guards for keys to the cell that Ghost and König were held in.

     You’re the first to enter the room, your feet dragging slightly as you step in and come face to face with the bruised and broken forms of Ghost and König. Your first instinct is to run up and embrace them but that thought is quickly stunted by the sound of heavy footsteps behind you. You think better of it anyway, better not to crush them in your embrace and further cause them pain. Instead you settle for a gentle caress to each of their cheeks as your team moves in around you, readying themselves to haul the two large men out of the underground compound.

     On the long walk back to the surface with the team carrying your most injured companions, your eyes catch sight movement out of the corner of your eye. Your head turns just in time to catch the back half of a man trying to sneak behind a corner. Unluckily for him, and luckily for you, your eyes are sharp from years of paranoia and working with 141 and you rush to subdue the man in hopes of getting your hands on Rain once and for all.

     Much to your surprise as you round the corner you find that the man is accompanied by the woman you’re after. Your heart pounds as the anger you’d recently resolved comes flooding back, mind reeling with all the ways you’d enjoy tormenting these two cretins as soon as you got your hands on them. The aching in your body is quickly forgotten as Rain begins to make a run for it. You move to follow, determined to take her down before she manages to disappear for the third time but this man, whomever he may be to her, steps in the way. 

     His form is larger than yours, appearing almost bodyguard-like as he blocks your path. His arms are outstretched so even if you attempt to move around him, he’d have a good chance of catching you. 

     Your anger turns to pure, unadulterated rage, watching over the man’s shoulder as Rain disappears around another corner in the maze of hallways. A frustrated yell falls from your lips as your eyes harden and move to the man’s less than pleasant face. “I’ll fucking kill you!” THe last word to leave your lips before you pounce on the man. Your hands find their way around his thick neck as he falls back from the sudden attack. You don’t give him a chance to react before using your grip to take the air from his lungs. Pounding his head into the concrete floor as the fire in your eyes intensifies.

     For ten solid minutes you remain on top of the man. Long after the light had drained from the man’s eyes and he’d stop clawing at your wrists. Still you continue to abuse the man’s body as an outlet for your rage. All of your usual management skills are gone and the anger deep in your bones, anger from years past, spurs you on. You only stop once the adrenaline that fueled you ran out completely. Your body grows weary as your arms fall heavily to your sides. It takes every ounce of energy and strength you have left to drag yourself out of the compound to the awaiting vehicle. You collapse inside next to Ghost and König’s unconscious forms before slipping into darkness yourself.

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

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Summary: Sometimes, change is more for better than for worse Previously, on your path: Chapter I.II.I

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.II.I.I

[The next morning]

“You’re late”

She mumbles tiredly, watching you prepare the hot chocolate.

You grin as you watch Natty smiling at you, remembering how, not much more than a day ago, she had uttered the very same words, but in oh-so-many different ways. You would say it feels like you have lived through years in twenty-four hours, but you kind of did, so you hum- as tired as you felt yesterday, but now livelier, giddy, in ways you didn’t even know that could exist.

Natasha has this effect on you, you’ve figured out.

“Twenty-two minutes” She tries to remain stern, but her smile drips into every syllable.

“I happened to have overslept, Natty” You answer her, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet, and preparing two hot chocolates at the same time “You know, the past really doesn’t like to stay hidden- but when it finally comes up, it trauma-dumps into you real hard”

“Did you have any more nightmares, darling?” Nat’s entire demeanor changes as you speak, her playfulness now instantly replaced by worry- and, not for the first time, you wonder if she was always good at masking her emotions or if you were actually too blind in fear of her to notice the signs that might have always been right here. 

But, again, you could’ve never imagined any of it, so you cut yourself some slack.

“Not really, more like nonstop memories” You finish both of the hot cocoas with a small swirl of Tony’s beloved whipped cream- trusting Nat wouldn’t rat on you now-, and hand her a mug. “I think they will come back to me as time goes on- I saw you a lot, you know? I remembered Madame Katerina, too, from the kitchen! And, oh, Nat, the castle!”

She accepts the mug with yet another one of those gazes, the one in which she still doesn’t believe to be living this reality- you don’t tell her you can see her quietly pinching her arm from second to second. Your heart swoons for this woman, and, with each passing second, you realize it to be one of your old habits emerging.

“This is a dream coming true, dove, I’m beyond happy for you” Anatasia’s voice is as light and loopy as she feels “And how did you like the castle? What else did you see?”

You smile at her giddy antics and, before realizing it, caress her cheek- carefully, holding her angelic face softly with the palm of your hand, she is the prettiest source of light you have ever come across. She stops sipping her beverage and tenses over your hold- carefully searching for your gaze.

“Did you see yourself doing that to me, too?” Her voice is not tense, it still holds its dreamy hold, but carries a small drop of urgency behind it.

You let your hand still against her, as she hasn’t pulled away from you, and answer honestly “Not really, I just… felt like it, I guess”

Natasha trembles lightly- you feel it more than you can see it, she holds your gaze with the simple spark of her watery smile “You used to hold me all the time, just like this” Her hand cups yours, applying more pressure on her cheek- she closes her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax against you. 

The tears that adorn her face are cold and made of crystal, you have no wonder that, dare you taste it, it would taste like sugar- it’s not the kind of tear that comes from a bad place. You can’t help but notice how mesmerizing Natasha looks and wonder if, maybe, the Super Serum has something to do with how ethereal she always manages to look.

It’s her voice, as always, that brings you back to reality “You better not get tired of seeing me cry”

You could have burst out laughing at the mere idea of getting tired of anything related to her, how could she not see it? You have waited your whole life to see her.

A third voice makes both of you jump at the sudden burst of your moment “Morning” 

Tony Stark trots into the kitchen wearing his head as high as his ego, and eyeing, with mild curiosity, Natasha’s head resting on your hand. You try not to overthink how her posture has gone rigid against you under his gaze- neither of you were expecting to display the change of your dynamic in such little time, you don’t even know exactly what to do with it, yet.

"What am I seeing here, now?"

And poor Tony was just a passerby suddenly caught in a hurricane.

Since Natasha, uncharacteristically, has remained silent, you decide to step in before he starts getting nosy- as he does- and things start to actually get personal in ways you’re both not ready to share.

You pretend to brush dust out of Natty’s face and quickly focus back to the hot cocoas you were doing before getting distracted by the woman “I’m sorry, Tony, I know I shouldn’t have used your whipped cream”

You wear your best puppy face as you hope he redirects his attention elsewhere- as predicted, he does, and his face all but falls as he registers what you have just told him.

“What are you- my whipped cream?” He eyes you in disbelief, shaking the sleep out of his morning body “[Y/N], the one thing I told you not to use-” Tony cuts himself mid-sentence, grabbing possessively the can “We will discuss your attitudes later”

Natasha, now more relaxed as he falls back into his usual antics, allows herself to slightly approach her body to yours again, but dares not to touch it. She fishes her book- until then, long forgotten on her lap, and resumes her reading from yesterday- as she usually did, every morning, until finished your beverages.

You take the sight of her in with a twinkle in your eyes, trying your best not to openly make heart eyes at the woman you publicly antagonized- until yesterday. You risk a look to Tony, who remains way too quiet for being the one who caught you red-handed- almost literally- and, much to the surprise of both you and Nat, who is very much so focused on his own breakfast, and on the can of whipped cream he is holding for dear life.

Deciding to use his unusual behavior for your benefit, you, once again, albeit timidly, reach for Natasha’s cheeks- it’s a soft caress, nothing much longer than five seconds, you won’t risk that much- all you want to do is just touch her and see her blindingly beautiful smile as she feels your caring nuzzles. 

You have come to the realization that it’s not easy to be around the woman without the feeling of her intoxicating you at every given moment.

“Good morning, good morning!” Wanda is the next to arrive at the kitchen, beaming a sleepy smile- first at you, then one that grows bigger at the sight of the closeness between you and Natasha. 

“Good morning, Wands” You excitedly greet her, having almost forgotten to gush to her about everything that has happened, since you haven’t had much time to digest the events yourself.

“Morning, Wanda!” Natasha answers, and the three of you- Wanda, Stark and yourself- make a double take as her voice, usually grounded and under a few armors, today sounds lighter and brighter than any firefly.

With a subtle eyebrow arch, your best friend fights a small smile on her lips and starts to make her own breakfast, but not without making sure to let you know she has noticed the very clear shift in the spirits of the pair of you today.

Oh, you have a lot to tell me, [Y/N/N]

You don’t jump in surprise by the gentle intrusion of Wanda’s voice in your mind anymore, but it never fails to take you slightly off of your feet. You smile impossibly bright against your mug, if there is someone who will hear of you and Nat, it will definitely be her.

You have absolutely no idea, Wands

“Good morning, team” Steve’s energetic voice arrives not much later than Wanda did. 

You can’t help but feel a little closer to him, now, as you’ve learned you’re also - somewhat- of a Super Soldier. It’s something quite irrational, maybe even out of a childish wish, but it feels like you finally know things- real, concrete things- about yourself, you can finally create a true bond with the team.

But, despite your excitement, it’s not you who says a very happy “Morning, Steve!” 

Natasha- beautiful, smiling, glowing, Natasha- looks up from her book once more and welcomes him with a warm smile, two very rare occasions to happen, especially when around you. He doesn’t let it show how much he’s surprised, but a small wink to the redhead is thrown before he follows suit, after Tony and Wanda, to make his breakfast.

Since Natasha can’t help anymore but finally give in to her incessant needs- to touch you and hold you on her own- and, also, because five people in the kitchen create just too much of a cacophony, she closes her book and raises her voice slightly louder, so she can- in an almost nonchalantly way- be heard by all.

“Wanna head to the balcony?” Her neutral tone would have been perfect had it not been badly betrayed by her hopeful, glistening, green eyes- always been seen by you as very cat-like, Natasha, now looks like a very happy puppy.

You nod as you put both of your empty mugs in the sink- dodging Wanda and Steve while doing so “Sure, wanna help me finish some reports later?”

“You’re lucky you’re you” Her grumble is not as annoyed as it used to be, and she almost rushes to stand up. Per the means of her newfound- adorable- actions, you’re sure the team is bound to at least deduce something in no less than a week.

“Oh, if I do know” You smile at her, trying to pry away the blushing of your cheeks before you look like you’ve gotten sunburned- as much as you now understand Natasha a little better, you are very much so not used to being the object of her affections- in fact, you're not very much used to being the object of her anything.

As the two of you head to the balcony, almost tripping on each other’s loving gazes, Wanda turns around to the boys, smiling widely as the Cheshire cat.

“Finally” Steve smiles, finishing his scrambled eggs- he can’t help it, he has always been a tad too romantic-leaning- even a little bit too hopeful, as he has been told, but what can one do when it comes to happy endings- or beginnings- of their loved ones?

Tony hums, scooping an ice cream ball next to his waffle “Took them long enough”

The two men start to open their wallets, given that Wanda has won the bet made by Clint- you and Natasha have taken your heads out of your asses three days before the limit day she had chosen. If she might have had something to do with that, by luring you into talking to her and thus start chasing Natasha- that doesn’t need to be disclosed with them. At the end of the day, you and Nat are finally truly and completely happy- and that’s all she could have wanted for two of the people she loves the most in the entire world.

She shakes her hand dismissively at the money, holding her own tea mug “Keep it, let’s just enjoy our first peaceful breakfast in months”

Tony huffs, backing her up “Amen to that”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

END OF PATH

that's a wrap on this path, lovelies! i hope you've enjoyed this little ride and how it was finished, i love how they thought no one would notice lol thank you so, so much for sticking with me until here! i hope to see you exploring some other paths <3

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Angel in the (K)night

Hello! I wrote a oneshot for Brienne of Tarth/Reader, just to see if I was okay at writing anything other than Larissa Weems, lol.

Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Summary: You are tipsy coming home from outdrinking some butthurt men; they attempt to get revenge. Violence ensues. Brienne comes to your rescue, like an angel. Angst (and then fluff) because each assume the other is not interested in them.

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You are traversing down a dimly lit forest path, stumbling a bit as you make your way home after being at your local tavern, the Stinking Goose. You feel your shoes snap branches and slide against the dirt road, cursing your inability to pass up a drinking competition. You, of course, did not win, but you are proud to have outdrank several of the boys gathered around—mostly sailors. Your brother isn’t going to let you live getting this drunk down for weeks, though.

An owl hoots in the distance, and many other nightly sounds that would usually give you comfort are present as you head home. However, there is a thick fog of uneasiness in the air. You swallow hard, considering your predicament. It was foolish of you to embark home alone. Being from Maidenpool, you’re north of King's Landing and north-east of Harrenhal, both of which make the area popular for travelers, thieves, and all kinds of nefarious plots. The roads are pretty well known for heading to Westeros’s capital. Not to mention that being near the southern shore of the Bay of Crabs lured many criminals to the harbor in search of stowing away on a ship. You and your brother often had your hands full fending off scavengers and bandits that threatened your home in the riverlands.

You glance over your shoulder warily. You can’t help but feel as if you are being watched. A chill moves through you, even though it is a pleasant, warm night outside. At this hour, there were likely not many people out. It is possible your mind was playing tricks on you. Darn, ale. You took some deep breaths to try to calm your nerves and then quicken your pace.

You only made it about twenty more paces before a blunt object struck your back, toppling you to the ground. The sound of the hit echoed through the woods. With the breath knocked out of you, you barely make a sound except for a garbled groan. Your vision gets blurry and your head spins, and all you can hear is inebriated, raucous laughter, gruffs, and shuffling.

Knowing there is blood in your eyes from your forehead hitting a rock in your fall, you still attempt to roll over and sit up using your hands and elbows. You’re easily pushed back down via the ribs. There must be four or five men surrounding you, based on their jumbled insults and taunts. You persevere, trying to get your footing while a cacophony of voices loudly jeer at you.

You begin to cough, hoping blood is not coming out. You feel their hands grabbing, pulling, and pushing at you and your clothes. A slew of voices erupt. “What pretty thing you are.” “Stupid girl, don’t you know not to drink so much with danger about?” “Ladies ain’t supposed to outdrink men.” “Your father should keep you in line.” “Time to teach you a lesson.”

Terrified of where this could go, you resist as hard as you can. “Get off!” You wail, hoping it sounds intimidating but knowing that due to your fear and the alcohol in your system that it does not. In your head, you compose a jumbled prayer to the New Gods, knowing they have never come through for you before.

Just as you’re sure another blow is coming for your insolence, you hear the clanging of weapons and the impact of metal, bone, and fists. You can barely see, because your eyes are still unfocused and reeling from the attack. It looks as if a large unknown figure is dancing around the varying men. You wonder for a moment if this is an escape mechanism your mind is playing out to compensate for the horror to come. You’re also unsure if the wet substance on your face is your own blood or tears.

The heavy grunting and clanging begins to slow and eventually dissipate. Panic sets in. You need to try to run…

“Are you alright?”a tired and soft voice asks, cradling your head. You can barely hear it because of the sound of blood rushing in your ears. As muffled as it was, it sounded beautiful and gave you pause in your plot to escape.

Suddenly hands are under your arms lifting you up to your feet. Whoever this was gave you so much more credit than you deserved thinking you could stand and walk yourself. Hell, you shouldn’t have thought you could muster the strength to run. You promptly wobble uncontrollably and collapse back down with a sharp groan and rather scrunched up face. Ouch.

You try again to open and focus your eyes, and the pain seems to lessen once you look up at your rescuer. Hair slick and wet across her face, it was blonde and short. You could just barely make out a chiseled nose and jawline in the little light there was. It was hard to see past the dirt rubbed into their face in places and creases. Below that was typical metal armor. Even kneeling beside you, the stature of the figure was noticeable. This was the tall stranger dancing around the volatile men from before.

If it weren’t for the dirt on this figure’s face, you could have sworn she was an angel. Beyond her impeccable timing and brute strength, moonlight glowed behind her like a halo framing her head. You’re sure this is a god manifesting from either the old gods or the new. In a delirious haze, you react giddily that she’s an angel, slurring your speech.

Before your eyes close and you go unconscious, you discern the figure say, “I’m no angel” in a harsh tone.

—

Brienne wondered how exactly she found herself here, holding a beaten stranger upright after slaying a group of five barbaric men. It was quite late and all she wished to do was rest by her campfire after traveling. Curse her for hearing a commotion and needing to intervene.

Of course Brienne was naturally called to duty, but there was something about your inability to stay down that took her by surprise. She felt irrational anger at the brutes who had taken turns hitting and kicking you.

Taking care of them was easy enough—though one did get a rather good punch to her jaw. Checking you over was a different story. Brienne was nervous to move you to her campsite in your condition, but she needed to wipe and bandage your wounds. As she was assessing you, you humorously called her an angel. If it weren’t for her dedication for what is right, she half-considered leaving you here. She couldn’t understand the need that people had to be cruel to her.

Regardless, Brienne carried you slowly to her encampment to tend to your wounds. Wasn’t it enough she saved you? Her mind thought itself into circles considering this.

She gingerly undressed you next to her belongings and a small campfire. All she had was a small canteen of spring water and her own tunic to clear away the blood quickly drying against your forehead and neck. Your clothes were dirty and tattered from the way those animals handled you. The only other garment she had was a spare tunic that would likely hang on you like a dress. She figured that would have to do.

Brienne moved your arms away from your side to guide them through the open holes in the clothing. When she moved her hands to your waist to lift you up and pull the fabric under you, you cried out in pain from her bruised ribs.

“Quiet!” She snapped, severely. When you startled and cowered, as if spurned by her tone, Brienne rectified, “Shh, shh.”

She didn’t understand her compulsion to ensure you were comfortable or placated, not after your earlier barb. She has had many people torment her due to her size and looks. ‘Brienne the Beauty’ they would call her.

Instead of reliving the past, Brienne resigned to rest with you nestled beside her, sleeping. She slept light enough to awaken when you turned toward her to nudge into her personal space. Brienne scoffed and gently pulled your hands from her and rolled away from you.

In the morning, Brienne puts out the fire and prepares food before knowing she will be off to see you home. After many attempts to get information from you about where she was lugging you, she gave up. All she had to go on was somewhere east with horses and a fence with fire damage. With that, you two were off. You dangled over Brienne’s shoulder, barely awake or coherent.

—

With some luck, Brienne was able to find your homestead. Your brother had been out tilling a small plot of land when she wandered upon a damaged wooden fence and followed it. Your brother seemed relieved to receive you, obviously worried sick. You were in and out of it during their meeting, and all you could do was wonder if your brother would be angry with you once you recovered.

At a loss for how to repay Brienne for your secured arrival, he offers her refuge until she needs to continue on her way. “It is the least I can do for the knight you rescued my only sister,” he insisted earnestly.

Brienne deadpanned,”I’m no knight.”

Dropping it, your brother continued explaining the land and what Brienne would be able to utilize in her stay. What he didn’t know was that Brienne seemed determined to wait until you awoke and seemed coherent. To keep herself busy, she took on jobs for your brother and local townspeople.

You and your brother were rebuilding your family home after the many ransackings around Maidenpool during the War of the Five Kings. For awhile, the town walls were deserted, the gates smashed, and half the homes and shops were burned or plundered. You two even lost your parents to the pillaging and were lucky to have more than a tent and moldy bread to live on.

After another week, you were finally eating and drinking on your own. Brienne had barely been by to see you, even though your brother informed you that she was staying and working nearby.

Finally you were visited by the tall woman you were convinced was some kind of god or angel. After a quick, awkward check in, you blurt out curiously, “Why’d you stay?”

“I intended to make sure you recovered.” There was something guarded about this answer, but you could not tell what was off.

Instead, you decided to press, “No, you took great care of me. I imagine that was not your first time tending to wounds with limited resources. You had to know I would be okay.” You pause and decide to continue recklessly, “Why are you staying around after I embarrassed myself?”

Perplexed with a deep frown, Brienne questioned, “Embarrassed yourself how?” Even though she was no Lady, Brienne knew many of the notions that brought honor or dishonor upon someone and their family. As her father’s only living heir to Tarth, he ensured she was knowledgable of those transgressions and limitations.

Of course she would make you say it… acting just like all the other knights you have encountered. You’ve met plenty of arrogant knights being almost on route to King’s Landing. You’re cornered, still resigned to bedrest, and can’t give an excuse to remove yourself to spare your dignity.

“I get it. I’m a commoner, and you were repulsed by my thoughtless accrediting of you as a god or angel saving me.” You looked to your hands on the bed below you in order to avert your eyes submissively. “You don’t have to stay out of some sense of obligation. It’s embarrassing enough to be rebuffed after being unable to control my inner monologue.” You mumbled the last part, losing the defensive tone you began with.

Brienne was silent. Based off of her sharp remarks when you first met, you were sure this was a tortuous conversation for her to sit through. You continued definitively, “I’m sure you are used to women throwing themselves at you, knight. This is no different, and I want to apologize on behalf of my family’s name for bringing you any disrespect.”

Though you could not bring yourself to gaze at her, a permanent mark of discontent was across Brienne’s face. For her, it felt as if the world had turned. Your words didn’t make sense, even though you seemed sincere. Why else would you be apologizing and disparaging yourself?

Before she could process that she was speaking aloud, she recounted, “There was a knight where I grew up. Ser Goodwin. The most skilled man I ever knew. I adored him. He was the only person who did not push me away from fighting. My father held balls for young suitors to court me. It all felt so out of place, and it was never me. One night Ser Goodwin found me unhappy and crying alone outside. I never imagined he would offer to train me.”

As the taller woman spoke, you trained your eyes on her, amazed that this is the most you’ve ever heard her voice. It was comforting. You almost failed to remember the nature of your conversation—the impending rejection and mortification.

With a sigh, Brienne continued, “I’m no Lady. Or knight. I don’t fit anywhere. I thought you were making fun of me.”

At that, you let out a small gasp. Unbelievable. The woman in front of you was an effortless beauty. Her lean, strong body making her devotion and determination clear through her actions. You didn’t know what to say. However, what truly made your head spin after learning she thought you were taunting her was her presence, “So why stay to see me recover?”

Something like admiration evident in her voice, “You didn’t give up. You fought back against those beasts.” A moment passes, “I don’t want you hurt, and I don’t know why.”

You felt wonder at the confession. Encouraged, you admitted, “I meant it. I know I was delirious, but the pain eased when your face came into focus.”

A bright blush flared on Brienne’s skin. She’s never flirted or had someone genuinely interested in her before. Sensing her loss of words, you request, “What’s your name, not knight?”

“Brienne, my Lady.”

With an exasperated chuckle that hurt your ribs and made you wince, your voice sounded amused, “Hey, I’m not a Lady either.”

This garnered an authentic and lighthearted smile from the kneeling woman at your bedside. Brienne knew in that moment that even when you were fully recovered, she wasn’t sure she could bring herself leave you.

#content warning #cw: violence #cw: blood #brienne of tarth #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #gwendoline christie #game of thrones #got #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #lady brienne #brienne #oneshot

[arcanespillo]

it says that ur into poetry in ur bio and thats so cool!!! i like poetry as well and am taking it as an elective at uni but i am actually not too good with poets so was wondering if you had any favourite poets? if not thats totally fine. maybe poetry recs? thanks ☆

poems

i'm not the river / nox by anne carson is tricky to find but there's a fragment here / PORTRAIT OF THE ALCOHOLIC WITH WITHDRAWAL / A BOY STEPS INTO THE WATER / SOME BOYS AREN’T BORN THEY BUBBLE / Thirstiness is Not Equal Division / EVERYTHING THAT MOVES IS ALIVE AND A THREAT–A REMINDER / A Man Said to the Universe / The Worm King’s Lullaby / Cortège / the triumph of achilles by louise gluck / the reticent volcano keeps by emily dickinson / the mirror by louise gluck / i go down the shore / the arrowhead / Brother / My Brother at 3 A.M / I would I might forget that I am I / the second elegy / stripped car / The Saints Come Marching In by Anne Sexton, How to Be a Dog by Andrew Kane, Angel of Hope and Calendars by Anne Sexton / I Remember / WHAT THE BIRD WITH THE HUMAN HEAD KNEW / THE TRUTH THE DEAD KNOW / In The Deep Museum / Lament / The Starry Night / A Curse Against Elegies / jesus suckles / start here / march is march / a bad day by mary oliver / Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare / lord knows / Town of Finding Out About the Love of God / fragments from Avalon Revisited (1963) by Margaret Atwood / from crush by richard siken 'the torn up road', from war of the foxes 'landscape with fruit rot and millipede', 'birds over the trampled field', 'the museum', 'self portrait against red wallpaper'/ from louise gluck's the wild iris 'clear morning' 'spring snow' 'scilla' 'the hawthorn tree' 'april' 'the jacob's ladder' 'matins' 'song' 'vespers' 'harvest' 'retreating light' 'lullaby' 'the gold lily' / from her vita nova 'the open grave' 'roman study' 'timor mortis' 'castile' 'mutable earth' 'inferno' / from faithful and virtuous night 'aboriginal landscape' 'utopia' 'the melancholy assistant' 'a foreshortened journey' 'the horse and the rider' / from meadowlands 'parable of the king' 'moonless night' 'departure' 'rainy morning' 'telemachus' guilt' 'meadowlands I' 'telemachus' kindness' 'parable of the dove' 'purple bathing suit' / from firstborn 'the cripple in the subway' 'seconds' 'letter from provence' 'firstborn' / from the house on marshland 'the pond' 'gratitude' 'abishag' 'the fire' / from descending figure 'the garden (2)' 'origins (4)' 'thanksgiving', from the triumph of achilles 'exile' 'seated figure' 'liberation' 'adult grief' 'horse'/ apostle town / the town of the sound of a twig breaking / strawberry moon by matthew dickman / the wolf god / this poem by mark bibbins (another year on the day/ of class photos/ i scratched at my face/ with a sharpened popsicle stick/ no blood just a few pink lines/ that didn't read/ what else./ i wanted a cast on my leg/i wanted braces and glasses/and my tonsils out/i wanted scars/i don't know when or whether i figured out the difference between wanting to be damaged and wanting to be healed) / ancient text by louise gluck

books

short talks by anne carson, waiting for god by simone weil, blue horses by mary oliver, dog songs poems by mary oliver, men in the off hours by anne carson, trances of the blast by mary ruefle, autobiography of red, red doc and norma jeane baker of troy by anne carson, richard siken and ocean vuong's books are famous honestly but try to read their stuff if you haven't checked them out yet (i don't like ocean vuong but i did like some bits of his first book) and also i suggest reading 'the journal of albion moonlight' if you find yourself particularly liking red doc, i hope you were not expecting old poetry because that really isn't really in my ropes

this is what i have noted on my journal :p if you can't find some stuff dm me but you can search for most poetry books on archive.org and it's free and legal

+ poems by Margaret Atwood ! i forgot, like this one

#i love women who make poetry <3 #thank you i realized i completely stopped posting about poems i read like on my own #like the only poetry i've been posting is just #like reblogging fragments really #anyway i just used you to make a masterlist lol i'll pin this #poetry #ask #thank you for asking lol i hope it's not overwhelming anyway i think i'll start posting most of the poems that arent linked so i can link t #them later on #also. .the way i can literally make every single one of these poems about supernatural is not sane

[knchins]

hiii 🤍 if possible, could i request a part 2 of the trust issues s/o, but this time with mitsuya and maybe baji??

also, i hope ur day/evening is going rlly well ☺️

Hi hi!! Of course! My day has been very good! I hope your day/night is also going well ^-^ Sorry this took some time, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mitsuya x Reader, Baji x Reader

TW: hurt/comfort, minor neglect, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (with happy endings)

Reader Type: Gender Neutral (Baji refers to reader as Angel) Word Count: ~300 each

A/N: I won't be doing colored text anymore as I see that it messes up default color text for dark mode users on mobile! Apologies for that <3 You can read part one here.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had been working longer hours than usual lately. He had a fashion show at the end of the week and while he promised to make time for you, he had failed to keep it for several days in a row. Now he was arriving home to your shared apartment, a carefully made dinner long gone cold still sat on the dining table. A frown formed on his lips as he searched to find you curled up on your bed in the fetal position, crying softly. 

“Hey, hey, come on now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You flinched at the soft touch, and he instantly felt a huge wave of guilt wash over him. “I’m sorry,” He said as he tried to pepper you with kisses, but each time you shied away from him. 

“This is the fourth night in a row, Taka.” You mumbled, obviously still very upset with him. A few kisses weren’t going to dig him out of the hole he had put himself in by overworking. He had always struggled with time management, especially when a deadline was so close. 

“I know,” though he sounded regretful, you were skeptical of how bad he truly felt. Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to bring that pretty smile back to your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you before you should. I get so wrapped up that I forget to check the time.” 

“I just figured if you cared, you would want to come home and spend time with me.” You replied, and he knew that your fractured trust was partially his fault. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long time as you lay in silence for what felt like hours. 

“I’ve been working on a surprise for you.” He admitted sheepishly, “I wasn’t going to tell you but the grande finale to my show is a garment I made especially for you. I’ve just been so obsessed with making it perfect that I guess I lost sight of what’s more important, which is our relationship. 

A small smile lit up your face, “Really? For me?” 

“Yes, of course.” He said, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he hugged you. “Just for you.”

Baji

Baji had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known to fly off the handle at small inconveniences, and something even had simple as hunger could make him do violent things. However, one thing Baji had never done was show this kind of violence towards you.

It wasn’t until one particularly bad night, he had gotten into a fight and was still high on adrenaline when he came home. He began slamming doors to cabinets, kicking furniture, and generally being aggressive towards inanimate objects. 

He was too caught up in his anger to notice the way you were cowering away from him. How every loud sound that he made would make you swallow hard and pull the blanket wrapped around your shoulders even tighter. It wasn’t until he realized that you were missing from his side did he notice how petrified you looked. 

“Hey, hey, Angel I’m sorry.” He murmured, knowing he’d gotten caught up in his own head again. He didn’t mean to frighten you, and while he’d never lay a hand on you he knew that your trauma response couldn’t be helped. He put on a smile to try and show that he wasn’t upset and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“I hate when you get like that, Kei…” You said in a quiet voice.

“I know,” He replied, pulling you into a tight hug. “I got carried away again. There’s some ice cream in the freezer, why don’t I make us both a bowl and you put on a movie you like, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded, relieved that he could be so sweet and understanding despite such a rough exterior. Baji pulled away from you and grinned. “Go pick out what you want to watch, then.” He watched as you shuffled into the living room and he made a mental note that next time he should just stay out until he’s calmed down. 

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[xxlady-lunaxx]

Fireflies (pt.1+2) | {ObaGiyuu}

Theme: Floof

×××

Giyuu and Obanai had been put on a mission together that night. It was dark as they walked, but warm. The summer air was almost suffocating in its heat, persperation dripping slowly down their faces.

They ignored this, however, quietly walking through the forest as they searched for any sign of the demon(s) they were sent to kill.

They came to a stop, eventually, both freezing when they heard a sound somewhere far off. Their eyes met and they nodded, listening closely for the demon. Then, upon having some vague sense on where it was, they ran towards the sound. 

The ground was grassy and their footsteps were muted by it as they weaved through the trees, spotting the demon instantly. Obanai propelled himself up, jumping off a tree and unsheathing his katana as he did.

Giyuu stayed on the ground, his katana held up and ready as he charged forward, slashing at the demon.

The demon, not having expected them, nearly got it's head cut off by Giyuu's katana, but moved back at the last second.

Obanai moved behind the demon, landing on its back.

The demon flipped him off, making Obanai have to steady himself. The demon, distracted, didn't notice Giyuu as he quickly slashed off its head, watching it topple down immediately.

"Is that all?" Obanai asked quietly, as they watched the demon disintigrate. 

"I doubt it. They would not send two Hashira, were it so," Giyuu murmured. He glanced down at the head, noting the number on one of the demons eyes. "A lowermoon."

Obanai nodded. 

They turned and continued to walk through the forest, fully on guard. For several minutes, they walked in silence, before, almost at once, both sensed a demon nearby—from opposite directions.

"You go that way, I'll go the other," Obanai said, immediately running off in the direction he'd sensed.

Giyuu sped off to the opposite direction, finding a small group of demons bickering about something. Quickly, before they noticed him, he decapitated most of the demons, killing the remaining right after.

Then he sheathed his katana, walking back to where he figured Obanai was, still looking around for any other demons.

He noticed Obanai up ahead and sped up slightly.

Obanai stood in the middle of a clearing, the demons he'd sensed mostly disintigrated now. Small fireflies were flying around him, making him look almost ethereal. He turned, noticing Giyuu, and gave him a nod. 

"You found them?" Obanai asked, stepping forward. He didn't seem to be paying the fireflies much attention as the flit around him, a small glow lighting them all up.

Giyuu nodded breathlessly, unsure why he was so drawn to Obanai suddenly. "Yes."

"We should stay here a bit, I don't know if that's all of them. The sun will rise in about..." Obanai paused. "I forgot."

"Two hours," Giyuu replied quickly, moving towards Obanai. 

"Right. Two hours." 

They stood side by side, the fireflies moving as if to make room for Giyuu in the clearing, although they hovered around the Hashira.

It was silent, with the faint sound of cicadas somewhere in the distance.

Giyuu moved slightly, facing Obanai. 

Obanai looked up, meeting his eyes. "Hm?"

"Nothing." 

Obanai gave him a perplexed look, his hair framing his face in the light. Kaburamaru, who sat on Obanai's shoulders, seemed to notice something Obanai hadn't and appeared to be smiling to himself.

"Alright," Obanai murmured.

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« Word count: 550 » (pt.1)

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(pt.2):

The light had begun to filter through the dense forest when Obanai and Giyuu proposed to go back, their mission finishing as the sun rose.

They walked quietly, their presences soothing each other. 

Giyuu was lost in thought, his mind drawing out Obanai's figure standing admist the fireflies, looking like some goddamn angel. His heart beat abnormally fast at the thought and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Obanai hadn't been particularily kind to him before, never had given him a second glance.

And yet.

And yet, Giyuu was in love. Had fallen into some feverish dream of admiration, his eyes wandering over to the Serpent Hashira.

Obanai didn't seem to notice, at first, keeping to himself. He held a hand up to Kaburamaru, stroking the snake's head affectionately. But then he turned slightly, and caught Giyuu's eye. 

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Obanai asked, cocking his head. He didn't sound mad, not yet, at least. He sounded curious, only.

"I... Apologies," Giyuu murmured, turning his flushed face away.

Obanai stopped and Giyuu mimicked him, unsure what was going to happen.

"Do you need anything?" the shorter of the two asked, crossing arms. Although his tone stayed placid, his eyes had a interested light to them.

"No," Giyuu replied quietly. That was a lie. Yes, yes he needed something. He needed someone. 

"Mhm. You might as well be the worst liar in history," Obanai said pointedly, rolling his eyes.

"...Sorry."

 "Is something wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just tell me, Tomioka."

"No... Why do you keep asking?" Giyuu said, changing the subject.

"You're the one who was staring at me. I have the right to know why!" Obanai said, which was a fair point, unfortunately. 

"...Okay," Giyuu mumbled. "But you won't like it."

"Obviously. I won't tell anyone what you say, if that makes you feel better," he offered. 

"Right." Giyuu hesitated. "I think I like you."

A pause.

"What?"

"I like you," Giyuu repeated.

"No, I heard that, don't... don't say it again," Obanai mumbled, flushed. He brought his hand up to his face, his sleeve obscuring his expression.

"Oh." 

There was another moment of silence as Giyuu waited for a reaction. 

"Are you mad?" he asked finally, unsure what to make of his unanswered confession.

"I'm not," Obanai said, albeit he turned away. "No. I'm not mad."

"Then... what?"

"You're talking a lot today," he said quietly, trying to steer away from having to answer. 

"I am?" 

"Yes."

"If you're not mad, then what are you?" Giyuu asked, going back to the previous subject.

"I'll... respond... later," Obanai murmured, starting to walk again, picking up his pace.

Giyuu, deciding this was fair, followed him quickly. 

The air was beginning to warm as the sun slowly made its ascent into the sky and the two Hashira found the path out of the forest, making their way back.

×××

« Word count: 500 »

it's short and it's silly and I'll probably have to write a part 3 but whatever 

love you all<3

« Word count (for pt.1+pt.2): 1050»

#kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #hashira #obanai #giyuu #obagiyuu #obanai x giyuu #obanai iguro #giyuu tomioka #gay #gayness #sillies #i love them sm #cuties #pt 1 and 2 #lovely gays #i will feed you with fluff #i realized i kept only reblogging so here's another post #I'll write a part 3 probably..

[winter-dayz]

Best Halloween Ever

Pairing: BamBam x Reader (ft. Mark Tuan, others) Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1138

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Bam, seriously, you couldn’t have told me we were throwing a party, I don’t know, before the party is supposed to start?” You asked incredulously at your roommate who was tidying up the kitchen.

“I forgot…” He grimaced, putting away some of our more fragile items.

“Forgot? We went costume shopping together. That would’ve been a great time to tell me. Or maybe even this morning would have been the least you could’ve done. Not literally minutes before your friends are going to arrive–”

“They’re your friends too.” He interrupted, frowning. You had met your roommate’s friends on several occasions but still didn’t like to claim them as friends of your own out of respect. You didn’t want BamBam to think you were trying to steal his friends, and you didn’t want anyone inviting you places out of obligation or pity. So, instead, you often distanced yourself. BamBam hated that.

Especially because BamBam had been not only trying to incorporate you into the friend group since you both began living together, but also because he had been trying to figure out how to tell you for months that he had an embarrassingly large crush on you.

“Go get ready. I’ll finish cleaning and setting up.” He said, shooing you off.

🎃

You didn’t emerge for another hour. It hadn’t taken you that long to get ready, though. Your costume was a simple dotted dress, puppy ears, and black and white makeup. You elected not to wear the collar that you bought as a joke. BamBam had wanted to wear matching costumes this year but also really wanted to gender-bend Cruella de Vil, so you offered to be a dalmatian.

The party was definitely in full swing by now, made quite obvious from the music and loud talking heard through the thin walls of your shared house, but you had not worked up the courage to emerge from the safety of your room. You had no doubts, however, that if you took any longer, your energetic roommate would come drag you from your confines.

So you quietly snuck from your room to the kitchen, needing to have something in hand while you braved the actual party, whether that be snacks or alcohol.

When you did finally make your way out into the living room, you realized just how much effort BamBam had put into this party.

He had really gone all out, which of course he had, and many in attendance had matched his energy with their costumes. As you searched for your costume partner, your eyes roamed the attendees, picking out your favorite costumes among the faces that were familiar to you.

On one of your couches, Taehyung dressed as a robot sat chatting to Namjoon and his new girlfriend. They were wearing a cute matching dryad set. You spotted Lisa and her fianceé in matching vampire costumes, staring each other down like they wanted to literally take a bite out of one another. Yugyeom was on the dance floor with his best friend, oddly wearing couple costumes of an angel and a devil. You wondered what was going on there…

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your search and you turned to find someone covered in a white bedsheet with the eye holes cut out standing behind you.

“Boo.” Your roommate’s best friend said in a kind yet monotone voice. Mark, also a bit of an introvert, had unfortunately come alone. His new roommate wanted to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters since it was her first Halloween living in a smaller town where kids actually went out at night.

“Have you seen Bam?” You asked him, comfortable with him enough that you didn’t feel rude asking. He merely shrugged.

“He’s everywhere. You know how he is during parties.” He then gestured to your cup. “Need a refill? It’s hot under the sheet, I’m gonna go cool off in the kitchen.”

You shook your head, tilting the cup to show its fullness. “I only just now joined everyone. I shouldn’t go into hiding yet.” He chuckled and nodded before heading off to the kitchen.

You resumed your scanning, spotting Youngjae and his friend both wearing witch costumes. Near them were Yuna and Ryujin laughing next to the makeshift bar, dressed as a mummy and purple alien respectively, while Minho smirked at his own joke, golf club splattered with fake blood perched on his shoulder. You weren’t exactly sure who he was supposed to be, but it was festive regardless.

Finally you spotted your roommate, chatting lively with a twisted-fairy version of Felix. You walked over to the pair, matching Felix’s bright smile when he saw your approach.

“Hi, Y/N, you look so cute!” He stated before looking between BamBam and you, connecting the dots. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled with a knowing smirk before walking away.

You watched in confusion, “What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it, you know how Felix can be.” Bam joked, smiling and secretly checking you out. “Where have you been?”

You scoffed, jokingly glaring. “As if you even knew I wasn’t out here. You’re always running between conversations.” He frowned slightly at your statement, but you took a sip of your drink at the same time and didn’t notice.

🎃

You had somehow gotten roped into a debate over the correct way to eat an Oreo. Werewolf-Yeonjun was arguing that biting into the sandwich cookie was perfectly normal, but Medusa-Soobin and his statue-girlfriend were on the side of pulling it apart. You didn’t really have an opinion either way but took to arguing Yeonjun’s side with him just for the sake of fairness.

You were in the middle of nodding along to Yeonjun’s point when suddenly you were being dragged away by your wrist. You were about to protest and snap when you realized it was just your roommate.

“We need to take pictures.” He stated, bringing you along to a moody lit corner. Mark’s sheet lay discarded at his feet and he was holding up BamBam’s phone, ready to take pictures.

You and BamBam took several in-character pictures, and when he started looking through them over Mark’s shoulder, you moved to leave. Bam grabbed you and brought you back over, though, before you got too far.

“Just a few more.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against him. You looked over your shoulder at him confused, but he only tilted his head and smirked. The flash of the camera went off and then Bam leaned in, kissing you passionately. The angle was a bit awkward, but you were happy enough to deal with it.

The camera flashed several more times before BamBam released his lips from yours and smiled down at you.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Best Halloween party ever.”

#got7 #bambam #reader #bambam x reader #got7 x reader #fluff #halloween party #non-idol au #oneshot #fictober

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 2: Brawl in the Hall

~In the Man Cave~

Nothing is ever normal, not when you're a superhero. But for once, the not-so-normal thing wasn't happening to (y/n) or Ray or even Henry, it was Charlotte who had landed herself in hot water. It had been a regular day at school, she'd been in class, learned some stuff, had lunch and had just been about to go to Junk-N-Stuff for work, but then, she ran into trouble. Trouble being Bysh Bilsky, the infamous sister of the school's number one bully, Mitch.

It had all started when they were waiting for Piper to drive them to work, a terrible idea but neither she nor Henry could be bothered to walk and Piper had a licence technically, so why the hell not? It had all gone to shit when Jasper told them that in his detention session, he'd had the absolute pleasure of spending the hour with Bysh herself and the friends had taken a moment to just reminisce about the time she had hilariously put a scorpion in Miss Shapen's purse, something that in Swellview High was legendary, not that Bysh took it that way.

She'd, unfortunately, walked through the corridor at the wrong moment and overheard something about her name, followed Charlotte laughing. Jumping to the conclusion, the notorious, rough girl got into a bit of a scuffle with the certainly less bulky teen and challenged her to a fight, like they were some kind of freaky knights or wrestlers. Of course, Charlotte freaked out at the situation, not wanting to get into trouble or beaten to a pulp, but when Henry tried to pop a gumball so Kid Danger could teach Bysh a lesson (she blew a raspberry in his face, she deserved it), he and Jasper rounded the corner to see that she'd chucked poor Charlotte into a trash can, something which Piper couldn't resist to hype up.

Where were the teachers? Well, Miss Shapen did turn up eventually and for a second, she was like an angel sent down as a saving grace, until Piper opened her mouth, spilling everything about the fight; when it was happening, who was competing and how she was gonna profit from it, mark her words. Miss Shapen argued that neither of the girls could fight in school, by allowing it she would definitely get the sack, but there wasn't a rule about brawling out of school hours. Loopholes, they're great. 

Sharona was adamant, the girl would have to have their fight when no teachers were about, so the date was set. Seven-thirty, Monday morning, Bysh Bilsky versus Charlotte, the fight of the century and it wasn't long before the shitstorm on Piper's fairly popular Twitflash reached the news. Some people have strange things to report on.

"Ray! Ray! I need you! Where are you?!" (y/n) screamed, rushing down from the sprocket as she searched her home from top to bottom for her handsome boyfriend, who hadn't been in the bathroom, hadn't been in the bedroom, hadn't been in the kitchen. He was lounging around on the couch, reading some crappy book and snacking on chips when she came bounding down to excitedly tackle him, her knees straddling his waist as she whipped the book from his hands and forced him to look into her eyes. What was all the excitement for?

"Sweet girl, you still needy after this morning? Two and a half hours not good enough for you? You know you'll have to wait until tonight, 'cause Henry and Charlotte will be here any minute." Ray smirked, his hands settling on her hips as she blushed and looked away from him as she understood the entendre. It was true, their morning had been particularly busy and she'd be a liar if she said that just a tad more wouldn't be unwanted, but that's not what she had run across the Man Cave to tell him. She had news, important news, not that he was interested; her figure was much more enthralling and his hands were starting to wander.

"No, it's not that. And I'm the needy one? Your hands are on my ass." (y/n) whined, trying to keep her on the ball, but he had a one-track mind. He could never get enough of her and at the endearing sight of her red cheeks, he trailed his touched up her spine, bringing her body closer to his so she could rest her cheek on his chest and his arms could settle around her waist. A comfy position, one where he could regularly press kisses to the top of her head and temple, smell the scent of her shampoo and perfume and she could hear the thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat. 

"Not my fault, babe, you know I love your ass. And your beautiful face. And your sexy legs. And don't get me started about those fantastic boobs." Ray grinned into her hair, making her smack her palm against his shoulder as her blush grew darker. She loved it when he went on and on about what he loved about her, which was everything, from her head to her toes, but every time, it made her shy and gave her to urge to bury her face into his shirt.

"Shut upppp, flattery will get you nowhere." (y/n) mumbled, fanning her cheeks a little, something that highly amused her boyfriend. His shoulders shook as his chest rumbled with laughter and he took in the moment of just having his girl in his arms, no stress, no worries and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear so he could kiss her cheek more easily.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asked, returning to the original matter at hand since it had seemed quite urgent. She altered her position, preferring to sit with her legs across his lap as she imparted the news, suddenly regaining her excitement from before she remembered why she had made the sprint to him.

"Oh, yeah! Have you not seen the news? The breaking story?" She looked into his eyes, dragging a hand across his cheek as he frowned, creasing his eyebrows. He hadn't heard or seen anything and wondered what could have happened that made her get all giddy. She normally wasn't that pumped about the news, well only if it was really interesting.

"No, what's happened?" He murmured, clasping the hand that was tenderly touching his cheek and pressing a kiss to it, loving to go the extra mile just to spark one of her cute reactions. She gazed down at him with such fondness and revelled in the fact that she knew something and Captain Man didn't, a rare thing when you consider how Ray had eyes and ears everywhere.

"Well, I was scrolling through KLVY News and I noticed that Charlotte, as in our Charlotte, has been roped into some fight with that girl who got out of prison last week. You know, the mean one? Bysh Bilsky? She goes to the same school as Henry. Why they've decided to put it on the news, I don't know, but—" She revealed, prompting a sudden energy from her boyfriend as he sat up sharply in the middle of her sentence. Charlotte was fighting who? That girl? She was just a wall of mass; impenetrable and packed a punch and Ray knew one thing. Charlotte was gonna die.

"Wait—Charlotte's fighting Bysh? Oh, man..." He suddenly smiled, confusing the girl in his lap as he suddenly looked like he had cogs turning in his mind and by the fascinated expression on his face, he had been struck by an idea, good or bad.

"What? What are you thinking about? I know that look..." She asked, her voice curious with the hint of a warning as she got the vibe that he was up to something and from experience, she knew that Ray could get up to some right mischief when she wasn't looking. He loved a fight, whether it was promoted on TV or underground in a school, he was gonna get behind it and back Charlotte all the way 'cause without him, she was gonna lose. Hard.

"Sweet girl, I gotta make a few calls. Be back in a bit, you wait here for when Henry and Charlotte get back." The words tumbled from his mouth and after a brief peck pressed to her honeyed lips, he gently moved her legs from across his knees and stood up, running off and leaving her to wonder what the hell he was doing. Who or what was so important that he wanted to leave his sweet girlfriend on the couch, alone and wanting for more kisses?

"Wha—? Ray, where are y—and he's gone. Honestly, why do I bother?" (y/n) muttered, crossing one leg over the other and blowing a wisp of hair away from her eyes as she pouted on the couch. Even when it was just the two of them, tender moments never lasted long and she could only imagine what craziness the next couple of days would bring her. She just had to wait for those two troublemakers to get to work before the real mayhem started.

~Twenty minutes later~

"You just gotta get a baseball ball and then you just hide in the bushes—" Henry advised his friend as they stepped out of the elevator, drawing (y/n)'s attention as she glanced up from the previously abandoned book from Ray and saw that they had finally made it to work. It was pretty boring without anyone around, but she was still fascinated to learn both about the fight and what her boyfriend had planned concerning it.

"No, no, no. I just wanna forget about Bysh and that stupid fight that Piper got me into, okay? Because I am not—" Charlotte told him firmly as they dumped their bags. She was a nervous wreck as it was and wanted a few hours of distraction doing whatever crazy stuff the superheroes wanted because, in all honesty, she didn't want to fight. She was scared of getting hurt, of course, she was, but also, she didn't want to cause any trouble with Bysh. She had no beef, it was just a misunderstanding, not that she could get away from it.

"Hey, guys. What goes on?" (y/n) greeted them as she stood up from the couch, walking over to the teens who ceased their arguing when she entered the conversation. Finally, someone sensible, maybe (y/n) could convince Henry that this whole thing was crazy and that fighting wasn't the answer. Yeah, she knew about the fight, everyone did at this point, but they'd get into that gently...or not.

"Ugh, stupid school stuff. I got into a fi—arghhh!" Charlotte rolled her eyes, ready to go into a full explanation of her circumstance, but out of nowhere, three, unknown guys jumped out from a very sneaky hiding spot, scaring the bejesus out of Charlotte and (y/n), and spooking Henry. Where the hell had they come from? The young woman could swear that no one had entered the Man Cave in the last half an hour unless her observation skills were slacking, not to mention the fact that such weirdos had managed to hide from her watchful eye so perfectly. One looked like a karate, Mr Miyagi type, the next must have been a lumberjack because he was like a human mountain, freakishly tall, chubby but definitely still packed a wallop and the third, well, he just looked like a nut. He had dark, dirty clothes, a mad glint in his eye and was that blood under his fingernails?

"What the hell?" (y/n) gasped, clasping her heart as her fists clenched and instinctively curled up to her chest, ready to punch whichever sucker came first, not that she'd stand much of a chance against three weirdos like this. And she wouldn't have to, whilst Charlotte laid petrified on the floor and Henry and (y/n) pondered fighting or not since these assholes were in the Man Cave uninvited, Ray came out from his hiding spot, behind the tube pads. He cackled at their pale faces and tense bodies, clapping at how he'd got them good, even if no one was laughing with him, especially not his sweet girl.

"Ahh, kids..." He chuckled nostalgically, lightly jogging over to the group with his spring in his step as he wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s shoulders and brought her into him so he'd give her a soft kiss, but she still wasn't happy about being scared half to death. And why had he put on that zip-up sweater? He looked like he was gonna be working out or training...

"Hey, doofus, what was that for? And why'd you leave me all alone?" She pouted, accepting his touch nonetheless as their lips met briefly and he gazed at her with such love, it nearly made the teens gag. Geez, couldn't he just propose already and put them out of their misery? It was nearly as bad as when they were still oblivious, pining idiots whining about how they were "destined for loveless lives". Lovestruck idiots, that's what they were. 

"Yeah, Ray, you maybe wanna tell us what's going on?" Charlotte jumped in, brushing the dust off of her butt as she got to her feet again. She wasn't amused by the situation, her day was going terrible enough and unlike with (y/n), icky kisses and revoltingly rotten words wouldn't melt her annoyance away.

"Sure. We are about to get you ready for the...brawl in the hall." Ray smirked, punching up to Charlotte as his friends(?) agreed with gravelly hums. Wait a second, he gestured to the karate one, the huge one, the insane one, himself and (y/n)? Why was she getting dragged into this? It was the first time she heard about it and she wasn't entirely sure if she could teach anything to the girl. Yeah, she could hold her own in a fight, but she'd learnt pretty much everything she knew from Captain Man, so why she had to get her hands dirty was beyond her.

"Wait, wait, wait, are you talking about the Bysh Bilsky and Charlotte fight?" Henry smiled as (y/n) tried to take it all in. This was his big plan? Turn Charlotte into a lethal machine in just a few days? Yeah right. Ray had been trained to kick ass since he was a boy, he'd honed his skills over many, many, many years of practice and battle experience, there was no way she could do the same, not even with the men behind him.

"No, how would Ray know about that?" Charlotte corrected him. They barely just left school and it was just some stupid teen stuff, so she saw no reason for any adults in the city to know about it. News doesn't travel that fast...unless it's being pushed by Piper Hart.

"Wait, have you two not seen the news? I showed it to Ray earlier." (y/n) mentioned, nudging Ray to flick on the computer monitors with his remote so they could rewind the channel back to the earlier news report. 

"What news?" Charlotte questioned, her voice lilted with fear, apprehension and annoyance as she dreaded with she was about to be shown. No need to panic. It wouldn't be that bad, it would merely be one of those shitty, mini-stories they did that no one ever watched, it's not like she had become a minor celebrity in all of this.

"Uh, this." Ray pointed to the computer and the group walked over as Mary and Trent appeared on the screen. Hold on, this wasn't just a small report, this was a headline and they were talking about Charlotte?

"And finally, this story comes from Swellview High School. Notorious bad girl, Bysh Bilsky, was released from jail only two weeks ago, but she's already stirring up a ruckus." Trent started, making the teens frown as they heard Bysh's name. Geez, they didn't know how bad Bysh was, she must've been infamous if she got onto the news this quickly and she'd dragged someone else on too.

"That's right, Trent. According to our high school informant, there's gonna be a big, nasty fight." Mary smiled, not even caring about the violence and danger of two teenagers fighting, she was just in her own little world. There were no guesses for who the "high school informant" was, but Henry would bet his money on his sister. Come on, Piper's phone never got a break, it was definitely her.

"Apparently, Bysh will be pummelling a local girl named Charlotte Something, on Monday morning, just before school." Trent's words finished the report and Ray paused it there. Okay, not being bothered to find out Charlotte's surname was just adding insult to injury, but even worse, the whole city knew now, and that meant this thing was getting out of control. 

"But I don't wanna fight. I don't have to fight if I don't wanna fight, right?" Charlotte protested, looking to her friends for advice and help, but they weren't too sure. Chickening out was a sure way to get your reputation shredded and your face battered by Bysh for letting her down.

"I mean, you could not fight, but I don't think Byshell would like it. Y'know, she's a bit...insane." (y/n) replied tentatively, cringing at how the girl threw her head back and released a long, loud groan. She didn't want any of this, she didn't want to get beaten up or seem like a coward, there had to be something better.

"But don't worry, because I have brought you the best personal combat instructors who would come here for free," Ray told the girl smugly, dragging (y/n) over to the three men he'd found and stood with one arm around her waist and one hand on his hip, looking particularly proud of himself. Whether it was safe to have them in the Man Cave was unknown, but he seemed to trust them, so they all went with it.

"And, uhhh, who are these...guys?" Henry asked, looking mainly at the new dudes, he didn't think the woman was in on it. She wasn't really the type for mindless violence, but maybe she could give a few useful pointers, something that Ray often struggled with. 

"Well, you know (y/n), also known as Miss Danger, the hottest crimefighter in Swellview. She can kick anyone's ass." Ray smirked, his voice laced with pride as he bragged about how cool his girl was, his eyes showing the kids how utterly whipped he was. He loved that she could beat up bad guys and look good whilst doing it, and how she could've chosen any guy she liked, Lord knows that enough of them chased her, but she didn't want them. She wanted him and that made Ray want to keep her by his side forever.

"I did not agree to this." (y/n) replied in a singsong voice, looking up at him, only to stop when she saw the dumb expression on his face. What was up with him? Was it something she said? Or something he said? Oh, right, the hottest crimefighter thing, that's why he looked like his brain had been reprogrammed, something which Henry couldn't help but snap a quick pic of just to save for...y'know, something special.

"Please, do it for me, sweet girl." He begged, wobbling his bottom lip just for effect and paired with his puppy-dog eyes, she couldn't help but say yes. Those damn eyes...

"All right, fine. I'll show Charlotte some moves, but you better tell me who these guys are, 'cause this wax-on, wax-off guy is staring at us." She sighed, nodding her head over to the karate man and Ray noticed how his combat instructors were getting antsy. They just wanted to beat someone up.

"This is Sensei Juke, a multi-degree black belt in shishito, pad-Thai and quinoa." Ray introduced Juke, although someone should've really told him that all of those "skills" were actually food. Where did he find this lot again? 

"Now, this man here is Harley Birch. He may look outta shape, but...don't let the flab fool ya." Ray smirked and put both of his hands on the man's (enormous) stomach so he could wobble it around, but when he did, something dropped out from under his chubby rolls. They looked like car keys and they have been wedged under his belly for safekeeping or something.

"Sweet cheese, what is this?" (y/n) asked him, picking the sticky thing up between her forefinger and thumb. She felt like she needed a megaphone and binoculars just to reach the man's face and hearing, he was just so damn tall, but he seemed friendly. More like a big, friendly giant.

"They're ma car keys. I'll just put 'em back there in ma flab." Harley told her in a deep, growling voice and plucked the keys from her fingertips so he could tuck them back in his pants and under his belly. He had pockets, but maybe he wasn't a pocket guy. Anyway, the next guy looked the craziest, like he would switch at any moment and beat you up, leaving (y/n) with the feeling that she wanted to hide behind her boyfriend's back, where she knew she'd always be safe. 

"And, uh, who's that person?" Henry nodded to the final guy, who stood with his hands on his hips and a mean glare on his face. He definitely looked like tough stuff and honestly, if he didn't have the whole crazy thing going on, he'd probably be quite cute, not that (y/n) cared. Ray was cuter. A lot cuter.

"Ah, this is Kevin. Kevin is—arghhhhh!" Poor Ray, he made a big mistake putting a friendly hand on Kevin's shoulder. The instant his fingers touched the man's body, he picked up a glass beer bottle and cracked it over Ray's head, shattering the glass everywhere and causing the superhero immense pain. Thank god he was indestructible because that might have seriously wounded him. "You don't do that until I say it's okay! What's the matter with this—ow!" 

(y/n) looked murderous when Kevin decided he didn't like Ray's tone and grabbed another bottle, this time breaking it over the finger that was pointing at him. Ray had been looking at the kids when it happened, so it really was quite cruel that he preyed on his oblivious mind and that's what really pissed her off. No one hurts her boyfriend like that, not twice and not when he was being a nice guy.

"I'm gonna knock him out. Give me the word and I swear, I'll knock him out." She growled, leaning forward to grab a metal crowbar from his collection of junk, but two firm hands on her waist brought her back before Kevin could kill her. Or before she could kill Kevin, either way, not something Ray wanted to clean up, especially not Kevin's battered body if he even dared to touch one hair on her pretty head. 

"Drop it, sweet girl, drop it. Come on, put the crowbar down." He mumbled into her ear and she reluctantly stepped away from Kevin, who had puffed out his chest when she grazed his weapons. She was gonna keep an eye on that one, but she couldn't complain when her boyfriend hugged her to his chest just to keep her calm.

"Fine. But one word out of "Kevin" and I'll fuck him up. I will, I swear." (y/n) muttered, standing calmly once more after he placed a thankful kiss on her lips. She was nowhere near as strong as Kevin and certainly didn't have any crazy driving her to beat him up, but just knowing that she was willing to go that far to protect him when he didn't even need protecting, well, that was heartwarming.

"I know you will, but Kevin is a street fighter, he utilises any items or objects he can find in the streets," Ray explained, and even though this guy sounded tough, (y/n) was still pretty sure she could fuck him up. She'd faced minions, monsters and villains, Kevin was just a punk, no biggie and if he dared to do anything else that annoyed her then he'd find one of Miss Danger's heeled boots in his face.

"Um, aren't items and objects the same thing?" Henry piped up, unable to help himself from pointing out his boss's redundant words. It made the girls chuckle, seeing how it annoyed Ray since he was trying to be all Captain Man cool in front of the seasoned fighters (he could destroy each of them, no problem), but with Henry mocking him, he couldn't do that. He just seemed like an idiot who didn't understand the basics of the English Language.

"What have a told you about sass?" Ray growled at him after mocking the way he spoke. He really didn't take criticism well, but Henry had learned not to be afraid of his warnings, they were funnier if anything. With (y/n) in the room, he'd never fully lose it, so he was free to chuckle at how irate he got.

"Whoa...sorry." He giggled, turning his back on the man so he wouldn't see his laughter. That would only make Ray madder and he wasn't particularly interested in starting a fight, not when they needed things to stay calm and normal in the Man Cave. The right kind of environment would help Ray pick the moment to propose and they were dying to see it happen, so if Henry poked the bear and made him angry, it would never happen and then he'd be public enemy number one.

"Now, we're all gonna work together to turn you into rad, bad, Bysh-busting ma...shad," Ray smirked but lost at the end when he realised that without a rhyme, it didn't sound nearly as cool as he wanted it to. He needed to spend more time coming up with rhyming quips, this was embarrassing.

"That sounded better in your head, didn't it?" (y/n) asked him gently and didn't even need an answer to know that it was the truth. He might have thought he sounded stupid in the end, but to her, he was just down-right adorable. 

"But I don't wanna—" Charlotte tried to tell him. She didn't need to learn any fighting techniques because she didn't want to fight. It wasn't because she was scared or because she didn't want to get into trouble (okay, well, maybe a bit), she just thought that this was a mistake and if she explained herself to Bysh, then it would all go away.

"Music!" Ray interrupted her, not caring for any excuses. He wanted some sick beats that would get them pumped for their training, but when he turned on the speakers with his controller, it was still playing an entirely different playlist, one that made him and his girlfriend blush. The fact that the combat trainers started boogieing made it worse too; the song was slow, sweet jazz, a love song and boy, it was a tad embarrassing to hear it play in front of other people.

"That is our love mix," Ray mumbled shyly, hearing (y/n) squeak from mortification and then felt how she pressed her face into his back to stop anyone from seeing her burning cheeks. Charlotte looked perturbed and disgusted while Henry looked amused and smug; yeah, they definitely knew what was playing and the sight of their scarlet cheeks just confirmed it. What a saucy pair, getting it on to such a cheesy song, it was nauseating, hilarious and kinda cute all at the same time.

"Please turn it off before I burst into flames." (y/n) groaned into the material of her boyfriend's jacket, pulling away momentarily to see Henry trying to keep in his giggles and that was enough to make her want to melt into a puddle. Why did it have to happen with so many people around? She didn't know what was worse, the fact that strangers knew two very intimate details about their relationship or two of their closest friends who just happened to be innocent teenagers. 

"Here we go. Upbeat montage." Ray quickly did as she said and changed the playlist to an energetic song, one that definitely spoke training time to the kids and allowed (y/n) to cool down her scorching cheeks. Never again would she let him leave the playlist on pause. Her embarrassment melted away when she felt her boyfriend take her hands so she could dance with him, something that weirded Charlotte out when her friends insisted on dancing in front of her. Even Henry joined in, forgoing any shame since everyone else was grooving too, but Charlotte didn't dance, not ever.

~

Okay, after the dance session was over, the real work began. True to his word, Ray was gonna train Charlotte, whether she liked it or not and Henry was the first to show her how. He tugged a blindfold down over his sidekick's eyes, waving his fingers around to make sure he couldn't see, but Henry didn't get it.

"Wait, why do I have to wear a blindfold? He asked the couple, feeling (y/n)'s smaller hands on his shoulders as she guided him into the right position for the training. They didn't want him accidentally punching or kicking or breaking something.

"So you can't use your super-fast reflexes." She told him, letting him stand on the padded mat as Sensei Juke came over with Charlotte. He took the girl's arms into his hands and on Ray's count, began to show her how to throw his elbows and fists at the boy like a true martial arts master.

"And one and two and prep and kick! Nice!" Ray instructed, watching how the girl soon got into a rhythm, moving on every number as Henry braced himself for a foot to the face, but luckily, he was just a dummy and she didn't actually hit him, thank god. 

"Okay, thanks, sensei. Charlotte, let's see what you got without any help. Punch and kick, Henry." (y/n) instructed her, wanting to see if any of the karate guy's advice and teaching was going into that big brain of hers. Juke bowed and stepped off the mat, leaving Charlotte to glare at her opponent as Henry suddenly got nervous. Wait, they were gonna cause him pain now?

"Wait, what?!" He gasped, trying to run away since he was about to be attacked and he couldn't see it coming, but he just ran into the young woman's arms, who turned him back around and shoved him towards Charlotte again. "You're a superhero's sidekick, you can deal with it."

"And...now!" Ray shouted and the pain began. Charlotte elbowed Henry in the gut with all her might before spinning swiftly so she could land a roundhouse kick on his face as he doubled over in pain. Henry fell to the floor and the combat fighters applauded the girl's effort as she high-fived (y/n) and Ray checked on the groaning boy.

"Y'all right?" He asked. It was a stupid question; Henry was writhing around the mat, clutching his body as he felt the after-ripples of pain shooting through his belly and face. Okay, Charlotte definitely had some power behind her punches. "No."

"He'll be fine. I think." (y/n) told her boyfriend, looking down at the boy with him. It was just a small bump and he'd gone through worse as Kid Danger, granted he didn't have the protective suit on, but whatever.

~ Next, it was Harley's turn to show Charlotte how to beat someone up. Henry once again was the guinea pig and reluctantly stepped forward so he could grab his waist, roll him over his shoulder and thump his body onto the mat. It was pretty impressive and made the couple hype Charlotte up as Henry lay there. Not so impressive for him.

It was Charlotte's turn to practise what he preached. Harley stepped off the mat and the girl stepped forward to give it a go. She grabbed Henry's shoulder, then curled her arm under his stomach so she could lean back, let his weight fall onto her body, and kick his hips over her head in some kind of weird role-poly. Well, she knew how to do it now, but from the way Henry was groaning and moaning, he had taken too much of a beating to carry on, so who else could they use as a dummy?

"Schwoz!"

~ It was crazy Kevin's turn. He'd given Charlotte a big stick to whack Schwoz with and since it was pretty self-explanatory, she was just gonna go for it alone this time. Schwoz was shitting himself, he had just been relaxing in his room, chilling in his favourite planet-print onesie when he heard Ray's shout, but when he came out to see what was happening, he felt a shiver of regret run through his body. Charlotte was ready to whack him and he was just expected to stand there and take it, no matter what pleads he gave his boss. 

"Action!" Ray shouted, giving the girl the signal to beat him and his complaining died when she struck him harshly behind his knees, causing him to drop the mat where she was able to really hurt him by dropping a heavy trash bag onto his bag. Whatever was in it was fucking heavy, leaving Charlotte pumped as she laughed at the defeated man and her friends clapped. She was doing well to say that she was just a beginner.

"Whoa, I can't believe it! I can really fight!" Charlotte exclaimed as she casually stepped over Schwoz's body and grinned at Ray. She felt like fire was coursing through her veins like she could take on the world and make everyone who dared touch her run away with their tails between their legs, but she was yet to face her greatest challenge.

"Yeah, but now, let's see how you do against...(y/n)," Ray smirked, turning the girl around so she could see the young woman standing in the middle of the mat with her arms crossed, an amused expression on her face. She'd taken the liberty of getting changed into some gym stuff and was waiting for Charlotte to show her if she could use her newfound skills to beat her, Miss Danger, Captain Man's (hottest) sidekick.

"I won't go easy on you, Char. Show me what you got." She told her, pulling her fists up to her jaw as the girl shuffled timidly onto the mat, worried about how she was gonna do. Would she even be able to land a hit? Beating up Schwoz, who couldn't fight to save his life or Henry with a blindfold was one thing, but beating up (y/n) with no help, just her wits and whatever punches she knew about was terrifying. She wanted it to be easy, she wanted to feel good about her situation, it was the only thing she had going for her.

She started with an attempt to throw an elbow into the woman's stomach as Sensei Juke taught her, but it was dodged easily, (y/n) just stepping to the side so she stumbled forward. Next came the roundhouse kick and Charlotte put every once of muscly energy into the spin, but like a true tactical fighter, the woman predicted her move and leaned back on her heels to avoid her foot. Charlotte stopped spinning, feeling completely dizzy, which gave (y/n) a chance to shove her onto the mat by pushing her butt with her foot. Ray didn't know whether the cringe or be proud; he loved seeing his girl so calm and collected, agile and graceful, but on the other hand, he needed Charlotte to hold her own.

"Get up. We're not done yet." (y/n) told the girl firmly, making her stand up on shaky knees so they could keep going. Charlotte charged towards her, a new determination going through her body as she tried to do the grabby, roly-poly thing but when she tried to bend the woman's body to her will, she just stayed rigid and giggled when she struggled to get her to move. Breaking away, she switched tactics, deciding that if she couldn't use the fancy moves, then a straight, simple slug to the face would do. She threw her arm, aiming for her nose, but (y/n) knew that old trick; she caught the fist before it even touched her face and bent her arm backwards as gently as she could before taking her to the floor in her own special way.

That gotta hurt. Ray shook his head as (y/n) got up again, panting only slightly as Charlotte whimpered in pain. To be fair, it wasn't even as rough as she could've done it, so her pain was only minimal, but the way the teen was carrying on made the instructors chuckle and Henry groan. Bysh was a real fighter, so if Charlotte couldn't even rough up (y/n) then she was gonna die. But they still had one option; if her fists weren't working, then maybe some weapons would.

"The more you train, the less it'll hurt. Come on, get up." (y/n) repeated, forcing Charlotte to her feet as Kevin nudged the stick into her hands. Okay, this was a bit better, using something else stopped her from getting too close and her body getting bruised. One last attempt, this was it, she had to use the last of her energy if she had any hope of winning on Monday; where was that fire from before? 

Charlotte started swinging, going for her knees since it had worked so well on Schwoz, but her opponent just jumped back, keeping her movements light and springy so she could dodge with ease. On the next two swipes, (y/n) ducked swiftly, grabbing the pole with her hands before it collided with her shoulder and raised it above her head like she was gonna crack it over the teen's skull. Of course, she would never, not even in her darkest dreams, but the prospect of getting whacked was too much for Charlotte, who dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball like a little hedgehog fearing the world. The problem was, Charlotte wasn't a hedgehog, she had no spikes or methods of scurrying to safety, so if this was a real fight, then she'd be bloody and bruised by now. 

Ray and Henry walked over to the shivering girl as (y/n) dumped the stick and the instructors wandered off. They'd seen enough of the pathetic girl and her cowardly inability to even scratch one woman (granted, said woman was a bit of a legend), and frankly, so was Ray. This whole exercise had failed.

"Think you should stop the music," Henry told him, feeling like the moment was over. There was no more enthusiasm to see Charlotte fight, just a burning sense of disappointment and dread when they thought about how Monday Morning was going to be a bloodbath and it wasn't Bysh who'd be bleeding.

"Yeah." The superhero sighed, and clicked off the speakers, curling an arm around his girl as she came over to his side. Her skin was a bit tacky from the exertion of fighting but she looked so good in the tight, spandex, gym attire he didn't care. He just wanted to feel her smooth skin under his fingertips.

"What happened?" Charlotte gasped for air as the boys helped her to her feet and boy, standing up was painful. It felt like every bone in her body ached, but looking back on the brawl, it was just a blur, like she'd had her eye closed the entire time, which she sort of had.

"Well, Charlotte, I kicked your ass but, to be fair, you can't learn everything about fighting in one three minute montage...or beat a superhero who's been training with Captain Man for years." (y/n) shrugged, earning a glare from the girl who suddenly felt deflated. Yeah, she'd learnt some stuff but there was no way she was gonna get to her level in two measly days, so it felt like all her pain had been for nothing.

"Then what was all this training for?!" She snapped, looking mainly at Ray since he was the orchestrator of it all, the one whose stupid idea it had been. She was a child, what did he expect from her? 

"...That's, uh...that's a fair question," Ray replied, unsure of what the true outcome had been for all of them. He'd had a good look at his girlfriend's ass, Henry had had some entertainment and Charlotte had been beaten up, thus learning nothing. Not his best idea ever. His answer spoke volumes to her despite his fumbling for words and Charlotte just sighed before collecting her bag and stomping towards the elevator.

"Hey, where you going?" Henry asked her. They'd barely started her training and he still had some stuff to teach her. Yeah, the first session always hurts, but it was like (y/n) said, you just have to push through the pain until it doesn't hurt anymore, that's how he'd done it as Kid Danger.

"Home." She answered sharply, jamming the up button on the elevator panel with nothing but annoyance to fuel her movements. It had been a stupidly long day and she just wanted to go and hide under the blankets on her bed where she'd be safe from the fight and whatever advice anyone had to give her.

"But we gotta help you figure out a way to fight this girl," Ray argued, not wanting to see her go. He felt bad for her, he knew that failure was tough but being so defeatist wasn't going to help anything. Surely, it would be better to stay and train with those who knew best.

"I've had enough of your guys' help, okay? I'm gonna handle Bysh myself." She snapped, showing the extent of her irritation. She wasn't smiling or leaving any room for arguing, but her friends were concerned about her going solo. Even if she talked to Bysh, she ran the risk of a punch to the nose, something they didn't want to hear about on the news.

"Oh, come on, you can't handle this person—" "You're too small—" "You're gonna die if you face her alo—" They all tried to dissuade her, make her see sense before they had to see her in a full-body cast in the Swellview Hospital, but she didn't want to hear it. She'd made up her mind and honestly, their advice hadn't been useful before. Yeah, (y/n) wasn't an idiot, but she was taking their side and saying that this wasn't a good idea.

"I said, I don't want your help or anyone else's, understand?" She looked at them in turn, her eyes serious and stern like she was commanding their obedience. If she really wanted to be left alone, then they could do that. They wouldn't like it, but they could do it. 

"All right." "Okay, we won't help you." "If it's really what you want." They conceded, (y/n) hugging Ray's waist dejectedly as she felt a little useless after trying her best and not finding something that could help the kid. She didn't want to see her hurt, but she could understand that feeling when someone tries to dictate what you are doing. If it made her feel better, then she'd give her some space and hug her boyfriend instead. 

"Thank you." She nodded, glad that they'd gotten the message and were willing to let her go, so she turned around and sloped off into the elevator, the door sliding closed behind her. Home sounded nice, but with her gone and off upstairs, the three supers were left to go back on their word.

"We're gonna help her," Ray said the minute the door was closed, speaking the thing that was on all of their minds. They helped people, that's what they did, they couldn't just leave Charlotte, sweet, innocent Charlotte, and send her off like a lamb to slaughter.

"Yeah, we're gonna help her." Henry agreed strongly, thrilled that he wasn't the only one thinking it. Yeah, it was a bit bad to lie to her face but in the long run, this was the best option, just a little bit of interference to save their friend from serious injury. Who could argue with that?

"Let's just not go crazy, though. She's already mad." (y/n) told them, knowing how their idea of help was much different to hers. They always went too far and thought too big, she was just thinking about roughing Bysh up a bit, intimidating her into surrender, something like that. 

"Don't worry, sweet girl, it's all under control. Now, who wants spicy barbecue chicken wings?" Ray brushed off her concern with a peck to her nose before guiding her over to the auto-snacker where they could have something to eat. He had it under control, in fact, he already had something in mind, only it was a tad more dramatic (and stupid) than (y/n) had first thought. 

~Monday Morning, fight day~

Well, the day had come. Bysh Bilsky was prowling the corridors waiting for her victim and had taken the liberty of getting a little warmup when Jasper gallantly offered to negotiate the fight on Charlotte's behalf. Spoiler alert, he failed miserably and felt pain like he'd never experienced before when she beat him up, his screams being heard in the corridors outside the janitor's closet and outside the school building where the fighter in corner two was skulking. Charlotte nervously pushed the school doors open and saw Bysh smirking her way when people realised that she'd actually been brave enough to turn up. Some clapped, some made bets and some prepared themselves for action, namely Bysh.

"Look who showed up to—" She started in her signature mean voice, but to everyone's infusion, Charlotte didn't run away or square up to her, she merely walked past as if she was invisible and calmly entered the janitor's closet where Jasper was still mewling in agony. The students and other randomers who'd turned up for some action were perplexed, but no one was more shocked than Bysh, the one who had expected the smaller girl to tempt a punch or something. 

"Don't freak. There will be blood." She soothed the panicking crowd, not wanting to ruin the morning for everyone. She handed her takeout coffee to some girl and angrily marched to the closet. Charlotte was pacing, going over her rehearsed lines in her he'd so she could build a bridge with the girl, but she was spooked by the sight of her friend suspended from the ceiling with a load of cables and some duct tape over his mouth. Wow, Bysh really did a number on him. 

"Jasper, what are you doing up there?" She asked, not putting two and two together, but thanks to the tape, Jasper couldn't answer, he just groaned and mumbled against the tape about how Bysh had tied him up for calling her cowardly. Normally, Charlotte would've helped him down, but then, the bully herself opened the door and her face looked like thunder. Oh, shit.

"It's time." She smirked, taking in the teen's shaking hands and how she lowered her gaze to the floor, something she was used to when talking to people around school. She demanded respect and those who didn't give it to her, well, let's just say they did after she sorted them out.

"I know what time it is. I wanna talk to you." Charlotte told her calmly, trampling down her fear in favour of meeting the eyes of her opponent, but Bysh wasn't much of a talker. She played things close to her chest and anyone who tried to break in would be met with serious consequences.

"So did he. Still wanna talk?" Bysh snarled, pointing Jasper as he was evidence of what she could do to those who pissed her off. Charlotte didn't flinch, not even when Jasper screamed and wiggled in the cables, trying to tell his friend o run before she was strung up too.

"Who hurt you?" Charlotte came out with it straight, shocking the other two in the room, especially Bysh. She hadn't expected that and was visibly taken aback when she was asked such a personal question. No one ever cared about her, her family was shunned and looked down on, so to hear someone actually care was jarring. "Huh?"

"Who hurt you?" The teen reiterated, knowing that it was always the same old story with bullies and she didn't need Ray's karate lessons to solve it. Bullies become bullies because of how they are treated, they get hurt and lash out, so if Charlotte could get to the root of that then maybe, just maybe, she'd see the real Byshell.

"No one hurts me." She snapped, still keeping her tough, reinforced, emotional walls strong up. Being sad or hurt or soft was a weakness and she'd never let this puny, little girl see how she was actually quite squishy on the inside.

"Yeah, well, I don't believe you. Because you wouldn't be the way you are unless somebody hurt you." Charlotte stood her ground, knowing that she was onto something here, even if it would take some elbow grease to chip away at her refusal to admit that she was hurting from how she'd always been treated.

"Girl, what the butt are you mouthin' about?!" Bysh spat, going with her instincts and stepping forward to beat the shit out of this girl who could see the pain on the inside, which forced Charlotte to duck under her arm before she got herself hurt. She didn't want a black eye, she just wanted to get through to her.

"You don't hate me, you're not even mad at me. But you're mad at somebody." She went on, trying to be truthful and tentative, even when Bysh switched to shouting at her like an animal trying to keep a predator away. She was snarling, but Charlotte wasn't scared. "Shut up!"

"And I bet that's why you go around looking for excuses to hurt other people. Am I right? Tell me!" Well, this was as brave as Charlotte got. She stood frozen as Bysh cracked her knuckles and breathed in sharply through her nose like she was ready to smash the girl's face in. "Come on...who hurt you?"

"It was...my stupid cousin, Cherise." Well, that was unexpected. Charlotte and Jasper shared a shocked look; neither one of them had expected her to crack under the questioning and reveal something so personal. Maybe Bysh wasn't the horrible girl everyone thought she was, maybe she was just someone who didn't know how to properly deal with her rage and sadness so she took it out on innocent people around her.

"Okay...tell me about stupid Cherise." Charlotte stepped into a full-on counsellor role, ready to hear every problem, every traumatic experience if it meant she wouldn't get beaten up and Bysh felt better. She'd learnt from the best, (y/n) knew how to talk to people when they were upset, so she could do it too, she just needed to be supportive and listen.

"I don't wanna talk about her!" Bysh barked, still feeling a little emotionally constipated, but that was okay. Even if she turned her back on Charlotte, there was no rush, they could go slow. Whatever she needed to talk about her feelings, she could have it, particularly as much time as she needed.

"It's okay. This is a safe closet." The teen reassured her with a hand on her shoulder, which earned her a glare but seemed to knock a brick from those walls around Bysh, who fiddled with some cleaning supplies as she debated if sharing what was on her mind was the best thing. "Come on, Byshell. Talk to me."

"It happened in third grade." She muttered, remembering that time with disdain and this had to be the weirdest thing Jasper had ever experienced. He hadn't planned on being a silent observer in a therapy session with a school bully, but it was interesting to watch.

"What happened?" Charlotte pressed, but she wasn't expecting Bysh to have some energy left in her for one last screaming match. She just felt the urge to shout her problems away, even if she did appreciate the concern deep down. " Girl, I'm telling you!!"

"All right, right, right, sorry." Charlotte flinched that time, not realising that she'd jumped the gun a bit and interrupted her when she was finding the words to explain the situation. Okay, she had to remember who she was dealing with, Bysh was still one of the most dangerous people in Swellview High.

"It happened at my birthday party, I was turning twelve." Bysh started, but Charlotte couldn't help but jump in again. Something about that sentence wasn't right, surely, in the third grade, she was too old to be twelve? Perhaps that was a mistake, or not. "You were turning twelve in the third grade?" 

"Uh-huh!" Byshell snapped, not liking the judgement that accidentally slipped from her lips and how she seemed to be automatically assuming she was dumb. She wasn't, people just thought she was because of who she was and what she did. "Uh, nothing wrong with that."

"Anyway, the day before my party, I fell off my rollerblades and I knocked my tooth out. This one, right here, upfront." Bysh showed Charlotte the place where the gap used to be, but thankfully, had been covered up when the adult one finally poked through her gums.

"Oh, that must've looked kinda weird, huh?" Charlotte nodded, seeing where this was going. Kids could be cruel, especially if someone looked different and stood out from the crowd. And toothless people definitely stand out.

"Yeah...here's a pic." Byshell, for some reason, still carried a picture of her twelve-year-old self with the gap in her teeth and Charlotte could see why she had been bullied. She wasn't the best-looking kid, but she tried to cover up her negative reaction since she was trying to be supportive. "Okay..."

"And then, one of the girls pointed at me and she said..." The older teen bit her tongue at the thought of divulging her deepest, darkest secret, but Charlotte knew they'd come too far to stop now. It was like she'd said, this was a safe space. "You can tell me."

"She said, look! It's Bysh! The toothless doofus! And then-and then, everybody started laughing and Cherise, she just laughed along with the rest of 'em. That's when I knew...if you cab's count on your best friend, you can't count on anybody. Since then, I've never had a friend." Bysh looked down, ashamed at the person she'd turned out to be and both Jasper and Charlotte couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He patted her head with his free hand and the teen took a tentative step forward; Bysh wasn't a bad girl, she was just hurting badly and needed someone on her side, so that's what Charlotte would do. Be the one that was there for Byshell Bilsky.

"Bysh...look at me. I'll be your friend." She offered wholeheartedly, seeing that underneath the mean streak, she was probably a really nice, fun person. 

"Nah, you're just saying that 'cause you don't want me to rip your head off your body." Bysh shook her head, thinking that this small sliver of human kindness was just a prank or meaningless, 'cause who would want to be friends with her? She beat people up for fun and terrorised the school, no one ever wanted to be with her.

"That's true, I don't want you to rip my head off my body, but...I also want to be your friend. Do you want that too?" She smiled and prayed that she wanted to accept the friendship, not just for her physical health, but for a better life. Once one person saw her as someone friendly, she'd have loads of friends, buckets of them and miraculously, Bysh was ready to start a new chapter in her life.

"Yes, please." She cried and jumped into Charlotte's arms, experiencing her first hug in years. It wasn't something the girl had expected to experience that day and Jasper swore he must've been dreaming, but this was real and it felt...good. Charlotte knew that violence wasn't the answer and by following her own advice, she'd successfully solved the problem with a fantastic ending. She'd made a new friend.

~ The girls exited the janitor's closet, ready to announce that the fight was cancelled and in the place of extreme violence was a strong, newfound friendship between the two of them. They smiled at each other excitedly and Piper was the first to notice as she looked up and saw that they'd emerged, probably for the entertainment to begin, or so she thought.

"There they are! All right, let's get it on!!" The little girl shouted, prompting the students around her to stop catering to their friends and cheer and shout instead. They'd paid ten dollars to come in, even if they weren't interested in the fight. They were gonna get their money's worth.

"No, no, no, sorry, guys, but the fight is not happening," Charlotte yelled over the noise, causing everyone to stop all the noise as they heard the news. Yeah, well, that was just puny Charlotte saying it, they needed to hear from the bully too, she'd promised them gore and violence.

"There will not be blood," Bysh confirmed, making them all gasp in horror and disappointment as they wondered what the hell had happened in that closest. How had Charlotte managed to save her skin? And what were they supposed to watch now that they'd spent ten dollars and they had no fight to enjoy?

"Wait, there's not gonna be a fight?" Some girl in the crowd asked, and the two, new friend shook their heads, disgusting her even more at how chummy they appeared. Well, this was just great, they'd come in early for the brawl in the hall and now, these two weren't delivering what had been promised. It just wasn't fair. "'Fraid not."

"NO REFUNDS!" Piper screamed, screwing her jar of money shut and legged it with her muscly bodyguard in tow. The students were mortified at how quickly she scarpered and chased after her through the doors as she ran to the getaway car she'd parked outside. Her number one rule was never giving someone their money back and she was sure she could outrun some nerds on skateboards.

Charlotte and Bysh smirked at each other, wondering how they'd managed to draw such eagerness for just one dumb misunderstanding, but before they could walk to class, another huge surprise calm through the school's entrance. In walked, Kid Danger, Captain Man and Miss Danger, fully clad in uniform, ready to sort Bysh out before she could hurt their friend. Oh god, the news couldn't spread that quickly and in a very hasty plan that (y/n) definitely didn't agree with, they may or may not have done something bad, terrible, possibly evil.

"All right, we're here," Henry announced, looking around the corridor to assess the situation. Huh, it was a bit quieter than he was expecting after all the hype, but no matter, he had eyes on the girl he wanted to lock up.

"Everybody freeze and don't move." Ray ordered the mesmerised students who'd actually stayed for their first classes, but Henry picked up on his little, redundant word problem and couldn't help but let out the "sass". 

"What? That's the same thing. Freeze and don't move, it's the same thing!"

"See, that's the kind of sass I'm talking about." Ray sneered, getting all grumpy again at how Henry picked up on every little mistake he made, but luckily, there was a sweet girl on hand to keep the peace.

"All right, girls, not now, you're embarrassing me. You can argue and fight over your dollies later." She scolded them in a loud, condescending tone that told them she thought they were acting like spoiled children and it was a good thing that they zipped their lips when she wanted them to, 'cause that's when Charlotte came over, wondering what the hell they were doing there.

"Hi, Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger. What brings you here when it seems like you don't even need to be here?" She asked them in a tight, forced-polite voice, trying to pretend that she was surprised, honoured and friendly with the superheroes, even though it was clear that her friends thought she couldn't handle things by herself. Assholes.

"I'll tell you what brings us here," Ray announced, looking around at all the kids that were admiring him in all his superhero awesomeness and in his self-absorbed little moment, he couldn't see how his sweet girl was actually very, very nervous. In her defence, she'd never wanted to be a part of this, yes, she wanted to solve the Bysh problem because she thought Charlotte would never be able to stand and fight, but she'd never meant to do something so wrong, so unlike her. Honestly, sometimes Ray was a bad influence. 

"A bank robbery. Yeah, it happened in the middle of the night." Henry started, catching everyone's attention as they heard about Captain Man and his sidekick's exploits. It was just so exciting, although, for Bysh and Charlotte, it was about to go downhill real fast.

"Oh, god, please forgive me." (y/n) muttered, making Ray place a hand on her hip, bringing him to her side like it would make her feel any better. It did a bit, being with him always brightened her darkest days, but she felt so guilty and mean, and if she had a time machine, she'd probably go back and tell herself not to go through with it.

"Fortunately, thanks to my very clever and hot girlfriend, Miss Danger, we were able to track the stolen cash to this very school." Ray went on, making his girlfriend blush as two cops ran in, ready to back their superhero all the way after he called them in for backup. Did she deserve compliments after what they'd done last night? She didn't feel clever, clever people don't bully bullies, because then they become just as bad.

"Hey, guys, we got your call." One of the police officers panted, not being used to getting off his ass and doing some actual police work. The Swellview Police weren't known for being effective, more like pure shit.

"Thank you for coming, officers." (y/n) nodded slowly, wondering if it would be best to just call the whole thing off and say it was just a false alarm, but Henry jumped in first.

"Uh, yes, officers, I think you'll find the stolen cash over there in locker fifty-three." The boy told them, catching Bysh's attention. Hold on, that couldn't be right, there had to be some mistake, she'd done nothing wrong, had they read that wrong?

"Fifty-three? That's my locker." She told them and Charlotte clenched her teeth as she got the picture. Those dirty, low-down, poor excuses for superheroes, wasn't this against their moral codes or whatever? Had they set Bysh up? (y/n) was too nice for that, Charlotte couldn't believe that she'd stoop so low and be so cruel to an innocent person, even if she thought they were bad news. The cops swaggered over to the suspicious locker and it gave the teen a chance to shove her moronic friends to the side corridor where she could verbally kill them without any suspicions being raised and holy fuck, was she fuming.

"Okay, why are you guys here?" She demanded to know, already getting the gist of the truth but she wanted to hear it from their lips before she jumped to conclusions. She had really thought better of them, what was that Bysh said about not being able to rely on anyone?

"To help you," Henry replied, thinking that they were still the good guys in all of this, despite being moments away from making the biggest fuck-up known to humankind. It had been done with the best of intentions, but sometimes help just hinders and in this case, it had crippled what was previously perfectly sweet.

"But I told you I didn't want your help." She growled, her breathing growing laboured as Ray chuckled at how she assumed she could just solve the fight without them, the fighting masters. Yeah, (y/n) had said not to go mental when thinking of a plan, but it would work, Bysh would go away and Charlotte would be free to walk around school without fear of being jumped, not that that was the case anymore. "Well, uh, you got it!"

"You're gonna love what we did!" Henry laughed too and the four of them peered around the corner to see one of the officers prising Bysh's locker open with a crowbar and thumping his fist against the metal. Okay, this wasn't funny, it seemed deadly serious and she wanted the truth, now. "What did you guys do?"

"Oh...Charlotte, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to do it, but they said it was the only way to help you and I didn't want you to get hurt so we...robbed the Swellview Bank." (y/n) caved, practically getting on her knees for the girl's forgiveness as the boys kept giggling like hyenas and Charlotte gazed at them all in horror. They...did...what? What were they thinking? 

"Why? (y/n/n), you're supposed to be the nice one!" She snapped, looking mortified as a terrible feeling dawned on her. What had they done to her, to Bysh, to themselves?

"So we could get a big bag of cash." "And then, last night, at four AM, we snuck in here..." "And put the big bag of cash in Bysh's locker." "Then we called the cops!" "Which is why they're here!" Henry and Ray explained in turn and with each part of the story that unfolded, (y/n) grew more and more ashamed. When she heard it out loud, it sounded worse and worse until the guilt was killing her. It was a stupid, stupid mistake. 

"Wha—you framed Bysh?!" Charlotte spluttered, fearing for her new friend's freedom as the cops got closer to bringing down her locker's door. Who needs friends when you've got these idiots on your side? She'd done everything perfectly, sorted Bysh's emotional problems out, her friendship problems, her bullying problems, made even her criminal ones, but now they'd undone all of that, just because they thought they could do the job better. Where was the trust? "Yeah!"

"So now, she'll get arrested..." "And you won't have to fight her." Henry and Ray or dumb and dumber told her, thinking that it was another case solved, but she hadn't reached the part where she told them that she was ten times smarter than them and hadn't needed their fucking lousy help.

"But I fixed it so I don't have to fight her. I talked to her and now, we're friends!" She hissed, making their stomachs plummet to the ground as a bad situation got even worse. If (y/n) felt bad before locking up a bully, she felt awful now she knew they'd framed someone genuinely nice; she wasn't going to sleep tonight.

"Holy shit, Charlotte, I'm so proud of you for being so much smarter than us and for doing the right thing. We—we weren't thinking and now, it's too late." She mumbled, peeking around the corner just in time to watch the cops busting open the locker and finding the bag of cash right where they'd stashed it. This wasn't their finest moment, probably their shittest.

"There it is! You messed up this time, Byshell!" One of the cops growled at her as his partner pulled out wads of the stolen loot, confirming that all suspicion was on her. Ray and Henry, the ones who'd grabbed the sack, had worn gloves, so they were covered, Bysh, sadly, was not.

"But I didn't put that in there!" The poor girl argued, terrified for what the judge would say this time. They'd throw the damn key away this time, for something she hadn't done and knowing her reputation, she'd never be proven innocent.

"Oh, you're just holding it for a friend?" A cop mocked her before the other forced her hands behind her back to slap the cuffs on her wrist, ignoring her pleas of innocence and squirms to get free. Damn, this was a mess; Bysh tried to bend the man's hand back to get him away from her, but he just fought back and she knew it was over.

"You're in big trouble!" "Come on, let's go!" The hissed at her, marching her across the hall as her fellow students watched in shock and to be honest, Charlotte felt a bit teary. She was her friend, so her screams were heartbreaking and if she could help or be for her in any way, she would be.

"But I didn't do anything! I've never seen that money before! Charlotte, Charlotte! Get me a lawyer!" She cried as she left the building and Charlotte couldn't help but call after her to give her some support.

"I'm sorry! I'll come to the police station after my algebra two test!" She shouted, feeling like someone had ripped out her heart and trodden on it, and she knew exactly who to direct her glare at. Ray, Henry and (y/n) shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other, the boys thinking that there was nothing they could do, but maybe there was one thing...

"Give me your credit card." (y/n) told Ray, looking up at him with her hand out and determined eyes. It was probably stupid and she'd already been horrible at this point, but if she could right her wrong then she was gonna do it, no matter what the cost was.

"What? Why?" He frowned, Henry and Charlotte looking at her weirdly too as he dug into his deep back pocket to bring out his emergency, Captain Man card that he kept to pay for the important things he needed on missions, like ice cream or waffles. Did she want to go shopping? He couldn't think of why she'd want it, after all, she looked like she was gonna cry.

"'Cause I'm gonna tell Charlotte's teacher that she has an emergency doctors appointment and then, we're gonna go down to the Police station and I'm gonna post Bysh's bail." She answered, pocketing the piece of plastic before he could stop her. Normally, what was his was hers and vice versa and he never minded her using it, but why would she want to spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on one girl she'd never met but knew the terrible reputation of?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're gonna do what?" His mouth hit the floor and tried to swipe for his card again, but she just grasped his arm gently and held it close to her chest, letting him look into her tear-filled eyes. Shit, she really was upset and that melted his reluctance to let her have it. He hated it when she cried and something told him that this was important to her.

"We did this and the least we can do is pay for Bysh's bail. I can pay you back if you want, but I don't have any cash on me or anything so I just need to borrow—" She started explaining, not wanting to ramble on and on 'cause that made her sad, but it was his money she was about to spend and even if he'd get it back after a quick bank transfer, he deserved to know. 

"Sweet girl, you don't have to pay me back, I've got you. You sure you want to do this, though? That girl, she's...not the best person out there." He said as gently as she could and even though she wanted to bite his head off for being judgemental without getting to know her, Charlotte stayed quiet for fear of ruining whatever chance she had of helping her new friend. Screw that test, friendship was more important.

"If Charlotte trusts her, then so do I, 'cause I won't be able to sleep tonight knowing Bysh's wrongfully in a jail cell." She whispered, feeling the teen girl pick up her hand and squeeze in thanks as she felt the trust return. Yeah, she'd made a mistake, but she wanted to fix it and that was good enough for her. Ray too.

"Then go, sweet girl. I'll meet you back at the Man Cave." He whispered, leaning down to peck her lips as Charlotte checked if the coast was clear. There was no time like the present and if they left now, then it meant Bysh would spend less time in a cell, which sounded good to them.

"'Kay. I'll see you later, I love you." She smiled shyly, kissing his cheek one last time before she was pulled away by an eager Charlotte, who was fuelled by the knowledge that they had the funds to free her friend. It was nice having well-paid grown-ups as friends, even if two of them were a bit dumb sometimes.

"I love you too!...Always," Ray mumbled the last part, chuckling when he saw the woman turn around and grin at the last part like it was their own little secret. Their love would never end and by the dreamy look on Ray's face, Henry didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking about. 

"You can't wait to marry her, huh?" He commented, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder as he watched the girls circle the building and leave their sight. He was happy for him, glad to know that for every stupid idea Ray had, (y/n) would be there to sort it out and for every worry she had, he'd be there to calm her down. They just went together like jelly and peanut butter, rhubarb and custard, one doofus and a sweet girl.

"I'd marry her tomorrow if she said yes."

#ray manchester #ray manchester x reader #captain man x reader #reader insert #dangerverse #danger force #x reader #henry danger #fanfiction #chapa de silva #ray manchester smut #ray manchester fanfiction #x ray #captain man smut #captain man #nickelodeon #xreader #reader x character #reader fic #new relationship #rewrite #female reader #henry danger smut #danger force season 3 #kid danger #miles macklin #bomika #mika macklin #romantic #long reads

[ladyhindsight]

The climax of the story begins, though the writing has failed to give that effect. Maureen has lead Simon to a luxurious building because villains, aside from having cultured voices, like to do their dark magic in lofty settings.

CcLEaRrLyY. 

→ It was designed to look like...

I so hate these filler words that mean nothing. These read as observations and information perceived by Simon without words like seemingly, apparently, or as if. If the information is observable by the character, i.e. Simon does not have eyes in the back of his head or anything, these words are useless and annoying, though, I admit, a stylistic choice as well.

I will punch something.

→ They passed through an area where the construction crew had dumped their junk; there were broken tools lying around...

Simon and Maureen enter this magnificent building though an ornate lobby. In the lobby, there is a massive unlit chandelier that I swear to god is observed by each character that arrives in that building. 

Cut to Isabelle and co. noticing Simon is gone and trying to find him.

How courteous of Isabelle. The writing in this book is so insistent on hyping up Jordan’s appearance that it has spread everywhere. Every major character except for Jace think he is handsome and hot and bruh.

Alec joins the search party for Simon.

Not to be pedantic but on the previous page before they begin the search:

“He told me he was going to be right back. That was forty minutes ago. I figured he was going to the bathroom.”

😉

→ The party you were not invited to anyway. Be sure to send Luke and Jocelyn your regards.

→ From previous context on how Isabelle has behaved rather protectively over Maia, it’s rather evident from Isabelle’s behavior and doesn’t need such elaboration.

Isabelle thinks the tracksuit gang might have gotten Simon, so she, Maia, Jordan, and Alec decide to go and search Jordan and Simon’s apartment for clues on Simon’s whereabouts. And we cut back to Simon and Maureen who have arrived at a roof garden.

I will punch two things.

Did you know Simon is a vampire? Not that you could figure out how vampires experience the feeling of thread or come up with a metaphor or something other than what is often used for humans.

Simon is then faced with Lilith who takes a forever to introduce herself.

It is the cultured villain voice that returns. Shazam.

Does The Last Hours feature a Daylighter? Otherwise this seems like a waste.

The story goes for Biblical stories but refuses to touch upon the fact that a God apparently exists??

Lilith then explains the plot of the book to Simon.

→ Scrap this. It does not change anything in tonality.

This is the most ancient of demons, the very first of their kind, and what you do is write her doing these humanlike gestures. Lilith should be otherworldly, more supernatural than the supernatural things in existence, eons old and eons of experience, and not written like humans just shrugging.

→ Useless sentence.

→ Seaweed is a word that is at least three times used to describe Sebastian’s floating hair. It is specific and weird enough to be used so many times. This is the first.

Cut back to the Investigation Team in Alphabet City.

→ Isabelle leaned around the doorway. Maia was standing on one side of the kitchen counter...

→ I will gouge Jordan’s eyes out.

Jordan and Maia talk about their past.

This would be all fine and dandy if it, and I say it once again, was about giving Maia closure. But no, it’s about her and Jordan getting back together.

Investigation Gang finds out the band promoter card Lilit gave Simon with an address on it, and leave to investigate it. And back to Simon.

→ ...didn’t appear to be alive; he wasn’t breathing. But he wasn’t exactly dead, either. If he were dead, he’d look like he was in a lot worse shape than he did; it had been two months.

Are we prefacing Tessa?

Also, this is a bit late realization, but why didn’t the demon blood affect Jocelyn in any way but the angel blood she received gave her powers?

It’s great how even Lilith, the mother of demons, knows what Jace currently identifies as.

Lilith has been blabbering on how she was there all along and saved Sebastian to raise him from the dead, so I don’t get why she even bothers to interject herself with these useless questions, when she is going to tell it anyway.

→ It has not been revealed thus far in the series but how is the cup filled and what exactly is in it when the Ascendants drink from it?

Two go-to Clare things 1. describe eyes and their color with current emotion. 2. describe villains voice and tone

→ It’s also strange that, Simon being such a special vampire, no one ever bothered to research the topic to figure out the extent to his powers.

It is never explained why Simon needs to bite Sebastian or drink his blood. Why can’t he just give his straight to Sebastian?

→ “A world without Sebastian in it is a better world...” Simon’s deliberation is obvious if the name itself was emphasized, so you wouldn’t need to tell that he emphasizes it. 

Lilith then lays down the Old Laws of how resurrection work. Because one life was returned to the Light, one life must be returned to the Dark.

Repetitive.

Simon attempts to leave, but Lilith brings out her leverage. Jace appears, holding Clary hostage. Dun dun duuun.

But at least Simon, even during great duress, has the attention span to notice that the knife is, indeed, bone-handled. Because that should be the focus as well.

#Alphabet City Investigation Team #Simon Lewis #City of Fallen Angels #CoFA Chapter 16

[cherokeegal1975]

The Grey, WIP: 7/7/23

Well, I wish I had realized yesterday that by painting the base coats of the wings and then just fading out the references over the top of them, I could have saved myself some time and trouble. Now all I have to do is erase around the white wing and it'll be mostly done...save for some highlights I might want to put in.

This was a single image, then a doubled one because my graphics program has a tendency to merge all layers prematurely once in a while. A glitch that I'm not at happy about. I was just able to remove the bulk of the reference picture today. Look so much better without it there.

I was going to do a half gold and half silver halo, but with all that black and white, there's need for more splashes of color. So, the halo will be solid gold and have red jewels set into it. The flames will also add some color as well as the lady's skin. A nice brown. Her hair will be black.

References for the bits I need to see are still there, just invisible at the moment. Except for the frame design. I'm doing my best to eliminate anything I copied from online as fast as possible. Except for the wings of course. I need those.

I will lighten the hue of the cloak; I usually start dark and work lighter then darker again in spots as I go along. I even have brushes that will do fabric textures. I think I might try that. In spite of the need for more color, I still insist that the cloak be grey. Maybe I can add some patterning or something. I'll think about it.

Anyway, I never meant this drawing to look like a playing card. In fact, the main elements of the drawing just showed up randomly in my head when I wasn't really thinking of anything particular. But I liked what I saw, so I'm drawing it.

Yes, I know I'm cheating a lot. This is because sometimes I have trouble translating what's in my mind onto canvas. I can draw the human figure but haven't had a lot of practice at it. Nor do I have a lot of practice drawing clothing. It was just easier to find what I needed online to help me out this time. I don't know who all the artists are who put out all these free resources for me to use. Though angelic figures are common, I can say with confidence that this idea is uniquely mine. Just for the fun of it I did a general search image for a moment and found lots of angels, but nothing exactly like mine. So, there's that.

I can and to draw freehand. I'd do it more often than I have been lately if I had more time. My time off is sporadic at best/worst. Given the choice, I'd spend more time doing everything in my head. Taking a few hours a day just to draw. I can do a solid three hour session of drawing before my brain gets tired and I have to take a break. I rarely get that time lately.

Ugh. This is devolving into a bitch session. I won't do that here. Anyway, when this is completed, people who are into games like Dungeons and Dragons or similar games may use this character as part of your game. Just ask me first because I want to know about it. Give me credit for the design. No, you may not sell it. I need the profits far worse than you do.

I came to think of The Grey as a kind of judge for contests and legal issues...and maybe other things. She knows there's more than one facet to every story, there isn't just pure evil and pure good. There's always those shades of grey. And she's an excellent and fair judge. A living personification of justice and a powerful force for the good side. My mind had to work on this for a while as I drew her "card." Because originally, she had no story, no meaning. I'm still inviting people to have an open interpretation of her character however.

I can also see this as a big poster over someone's bed simply because it looks cool. It would be a nice decoration, especially if it turns out as nice as I want it to.

I'd appreciate it if no one used my idea until it was completed. I might make some changes along the way that I won't know about until I get there. Not that I think anyone will really. Every offer of free resources I put out gets ignored. I don't know why.

I will also post this on Redbubble when it's done and send a link. I can't seem to completely let my optimism go even though I'm aware that no one wants to buy my artwork. I don't know why.

#cherokeegal1975 #digital art #wip #work in progreess #original character #original D&D character #free resouce

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 147

Time After Time/The Big Bang

“Time After Time”

Plot Description: The God of Time sends Dean back to 1944, where he is immediately arrested by the legendary Elliot Ness who, surprisingly, is also a hunter

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: we start with the boys, that is not encouraging for my survival. The only plus is knowing this is a time travel story…so, maybe?? I dunno. Maybe it’s like a weeping angels situation for me

CANTON, OHIO?? It’s funny how we will straight up claim something more than an hour away as still definitely being part of the area.

Dean, what you watch is not just called anime. I love you, but don’t lie to yourself or us. Are you allowed to say the word hentai on network television?

This house where they’re investigating (second one) is beautiful! Got a turret and stained glass

Ohhhhhh that’s the context for the “more anime or are you strictly into Dick(/dick) now?” line. Yes he means Dick Roman, billionaire turned leviathan, but also…

It’s missing Castiel hours…for me.

Lmao at Dean having to use his fingers to calculate what year it is.

Dean gets to go on all the fun field trips. Maybe this is to make up for how everyone made fun of him in the old west. He’s so flustered and excited

You’ll do what to his what, Dean?? But he does look good in 1940s attire

The switching back and forth between Dean & Elliot and Sam & Jody…it, and I’m sorry to say it, feels a little pointless to have the Sam & Jody part. MAYBE they actually contribute later, but Dean’s time traveling adventures are much more interesting

Jody and Sam reminiscing about Bobby is sweet, though

Sometimes I forget that Elliot Ness does have Cleveland ties. Then I remember that a local brewery literally has a beer named after him. WHICH IS WEIRD CONSIDERING HE WAS A PROHIBITION OFFICER. (Now I’m gonna pause the show for a search as to why they did that)

Calling it a paradox seems a bit strong…there is a word for what it is but it’s of course escaping me now. Also, the brewery owners’ mom was apparently Ness’s stenographer

Ness’s trunk arsenal gives the Winchesters’ a run for its mone

I was liking this lady who was kind of like Ness’s Bobby (maybe not in the parental figure way but the knowledgeable about how to kill so many supernatural beings way) until she went and kissed Dean out of the blue and a bit as payment for what she got for him and Ness to kill Kronos

Omg yes Dean. Sending Sam messages on the floorboards from the past. I love it

Not me being like “OH?? THAT day??” when Sam pointed out that Dean’s letter was written on November 5, 1944

Oh so we have a case of Schrödinger’s Dean. He’s alive in 1944, but he’s also dead now, but he hasn’t been born yet in 1944, but also Sam and Jody are still trying to get him back. It’s all very wibbly wobbly timey wimey…stuff. Remember when this was just a show about two brothers trying to find their dad and killing monsters on the way?

Well that was wonderfully ominous. “You’re future is covered in thick, black ooze”

“The Big Bang”

Plot Description: The Doctor is gone, the universe is collapsing, and the only hope lies in a little girl

I remember this one as the fun half (with the exception of the speech to stall the attack), let’s see if I’ve remembered correctly

Little Amyyyyyyy. You know, I never picked up on the fact that she is PRAYING to SANTA. Like…it’s one thing to try to get his attention near Easter, but praying is a bit far. Also…does she think he goes into hibernation? She said it’s Easter now so I hope I didn’t wake you…

☹️☹️☹️ the Doctor didn’t come in this timeline

I wouldn’t want to live in this timeline. How can you live with no stars in the night sky?? Especially if you know they’re supposed to be there, but no one else does

The fact that the Pandorica is just in a museum now…

Man, you have no idea how much I wish I could easily read that note (it just says “stick around pond” but I have a bad time reading things on tv screens)

OKAY I wasn’t crazy for remembering seeing AMY Amy in the Pandorica

Cool. Now we have Schrödinger’s Amy.

Why IS it that the Doctor getting sealed brings about the unbirth of the universe??

Oh no. THAT is terrifying. The thought that we’d definitively be alone in the universe

Rory making the choice to stay with Amy while she’s in there to guard her and keep her company ❤️❤️❤️

The fact that he made it all the way to the 1940s but potentially couldn’t make it that last 60-some (but of course he ACTUALLY did)

I love that we’re getting a very similar story in both of these episodes tonight. The Doctor’s using River’s time vortex to jump between 2000 years of time to leave notes and clues and give solutions

Oh…River being stuck in a few second time loop ☹️

The way they destroy the fez is always a good laugh

When ISNT he being completely ridiculous in one way or another?

I normally really like River, but this is the writing…it’s the writing’s fault. She’s a generic “strong female character in an action film” in this episode…who somehow still needs to be saved, who still defers to the Doctor. Fuck Moffat

Sad goodbyes that you KNOW don’t last long aren’t as good in subsequent watches

I love Amy’s wardrobe. She always has such good outfits

“We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one” ALWAYS a good line

Ok. Watching him say goodbye to little Amy IS still sad, but HEY! The stars are back!

(I’m watching this as leaks are starting to drop for mha and it’s just…hard to focus. Thankfully, there’s not much left)

I feel bad for both of them. Rory’s so confused why Amy’s so sad and distracted at their wedding reception, and Amy’s so fucking confused and distraught.

The rest of their wedding seems like a good time though

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[whitherwhence]

#monstrousmaychallenge #day 18: angels and demons #powder and feathers #scripturally accurate angel meme but make it PnF #like an au of their first meeting lol? #johannes forgive me 😂 #deepest apologies to jean and highest of fives to aimé #i did like an hour of searching to figure out what kind of angel this is and i’ve narrowed it down to ophan or cherub #or that one from a wind in the door? #so idk y’all #monstrous may challenge

[loathemetc]

DELTARUNE THEORY: Angel’s Heaven

This wasn’t supposed to actually come to a conclusion but I accidentally came to one while writing it, oops.

Again no read more because this hellsite is broken but Spoiler Lancer is here to warn you. Maybe I could have drawn a different spoiler but uhhhh I like Lancer.

“ANGEL” and “HEAVEN” are terms used a decent amount in Chapter 2 of Deltarune, though Chapter 1 and Undertale feature references to it as well.

The Angel is first mentioned by Gerson in Undertale (Can’t be mentioned by him in Deltarune cause he’s dead lol) in reference to what the Delta Rune, the emblem of the Underground, means. A prophecy, referring to an angel that’ll free the Monsters from the underground... Or more pessimistically, free them from this mortal coil.

Look guys I’m including images this time I’m bothering to search for them yay.

An angel is referred to several times in Deltarune, especially in Chapter 2 from what I noticed, seemingly as the holy figure worshipped in the town’s religion. No prophecy about the Underground here, since we’re not y’know. In the Underground. I uhhh. Don’t have a screenshot for this I wasn’t taking any while playing and I’m not watching like a 4 hour LP just to get one before writing this post maybe I’ll edit it later sorry!

Heaven, on the other hand, has much less direct references on its own. I don’t think it’s mentioned in Undertale at all, and in Deltarune, well...

We have to talk about Spamton, I guess.

You cannot even begin to comprehend the rush of emotions this boss fight conveyed. Or maybe you do you probably played it too.

Spamton as far as I recall makes the only direct references to Heaven on its own. I just played the game so my memory should be pretty good on this but correct me if I’m wrong.

Not only that, but he does so in a pretty... Concerning manner. There’s his message above in the battle, yes, but even before the battle..

And then he points a gun at you. Ever the charmer.

This especially strikes a chord with me because of the “Dark... So Dark!”, which is pretty close to Gaster’s famous “Dark, Darker, yet Darker.” But of course, Darkness is very much a theme of Deltarune in general... But one that could be directly related to the Entry 17 quote to begin with. After all, quotes from Entry 17 were used in the leadup to Deltarune, on the Deltarune.com website long before anyone actually could have even thought to look there.

Connections between Spamton and Gaster can be expected though, considering Spamton’s known connection to the Knight, and Gaster’s implied connection to the Knight. But I did a whole other post on that, kind of.

The way Spamton antithesizes darkness and heaven is interesting. After all, he is a Darkner. And there’s another reference to heaven that puts them on the same boat.

But that brings us to Angel and Heaven together. More specifically, the Angel’s heaven. First mentioned again, on Deltarune.com long before anyone could know to look there, text in Wingdings that said THREE HEROES APPEARED TO BANISH THE ANGEL’S HEAVEN.

But you probably remember it from the Prophecy given to us by Ralsei.

I’ve been thinking “What the fuck did he mean by this” for 3 years.

According to Ralsei, sealing the fountains of darkness and banishing the Angel’s Heaven, whatever that may be, are both goals of the heroes. Perhaps Heaven isn’t the antithesis to Darkness that Spamton makes it out to be...

But it could still be.

After all, the goal of the heroes is to maintain the balance of Light and Dark. If the fountains are an imbalance weighing towards Darkness...

Could Angel’s Heaven be an imbalance that will weigh towards Light?

I dunno I’m just spitballing.

#deltarune #undertale #deltarune spoilers #deltarune theory #undertale theory #gerson #gaster #spamton #angel's heaven