#i got the biggest one they had and demolished it on the drive back home | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thefanficmonster · 3 years

Text

Corpse Infested

Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of dysfunctional family, Family problems, Swearing

Genre: Humor, Comfort, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When your friend disappears for a long time, seemingly having lost interest in what fueled the most passionate fire in their life, you cannot not worry about them. Even if you wanna give them space, you will reach out, you will offer your help. You will tell them they always have you to rely on and talk to.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and if you do I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

For me, it’s never hard to find things to do. I’ve constantly got things on my mind and tasks to tend to, keeping me occupied and my mind focused at all times. I think that comes with living in a home as dysfunctional as this one. I honestly can’t recall a time when my parents got along nor can I think of a time where there was at least one second of peace while the two are both present in the house. It’s always a warzone up there. I’m saying up there because I tend to live out of the basement of their home. I know living in your parents’ basement is considered a peak loser point, or the bottom of the bottom, but you’d have to believe me when I say - I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I only recently came back to this hell-hole and boy do I regret it. I mean, it was a decision forced upon me by circumstances. Trust me, I tried every other option there was. When my dorm was to be closed down and demolished, we were given a notice to start planning our next move about a month early. You can bet I immediately started looking at places but my very tragic and miserable budget didn’t allow such a purchase. No rent was adequate for me and my near-empty wallet so my second option was moving in with my best friend who was also not in the greatest of situations but I thought I’d give that a shot too.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t work out. She lived in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend and his best friend at the time, so four people in one apartment was a nightmare. Still a lesser nightmare than this one but a nightmare nonetheless. Some unwanted and downright traumatizing events chased me out of that place after barely managing to pack my stuff. Therefore, finding myself on the streets again, I had no other option other than the obvious and least liked one: moving back in with my parents.

Making money during my first year of college hasn’t been easy. Working two jobs at once and also streaming video games on the side was what my time was filled with all throughout the first semester but then this damn pandemic started and now ruined everything for me. I had things going for me, I was slowly getting my life together and now it has all fallen apart yet again. The places I worked at closed down due to quarantine and I haven’t been able to steam, not only cause I’d be the victim of my parents’ comments but also cause my terrible home life would be exposed to all my fans and viewers. It’s not like I could cancel out the commotion going on right above my head, it’s a livestream and this house’s walls are cardboard thin meaning all the arguing I hear almost 24/7 will serve as background noise for my streams.

I haven’t reached out to my friends or fans to inform them of this which I feel slightly guilty about but I’m really not looking forward to having to lie to them, just as much as I’m not looking forward to having to tell them the truth so instead I’ve picked silence which is probably either worrying them or driving them insane. Either way, I’ll make my comeback soon.

Well....not very soon by the looks of it...

I have to gather the money, then I have to find a place, then comes the packing, moving out of here, moving into the new place...oh God, there’s so much to it that I don’t even wanna think about. Just that thought that I’ll be inactive for that long makes my stomach turn. Streaming’s where I’ve been channeling all my negative emotions, turning them into something positive and entertaining with the help of my friends.

Speaking of my friends, I should probably put emphasis on how amazing they are. Basically the older siblings I’ve always wished I had. I’m the baby of the group, the eighteen year old freshman in college, powering through life the best they can cause they are constantly getting tripped up by inconvenient occurrences such as this one for example. I tend to have the gang poke fun at me quite frequently - all lighthearted and with good intentions obviously - but they are also the ones to get super defensive if anyone gets the balls to talk shit about me. They’d never allow me to be the victim of any smack talk or online rumors and ‘cancel culture’ or whatever the hell people will come up with to leave others restless and wondering if they did something shady a decade ago. Well, to be fair, I didn’t even know about the concept of social media a decade ago and I’ve never been one to post much but I still have a protection squad in case anyone decides to come after me.

Little do they know the people I need protecting from are the very people that are supposed to protect me - my parents. Luckily, they don’t venture into to basement very often if at all and I have my own exit to the outside world so I don’t have to run into them unless I absolutely have to. The only time I emerge to the surface of the house - aka the ground floor - I do so to leave my share of rent money on the dining table and I usually do it when they aren’t home or when they’re asleep - that happens often with how many bottles they each knock back on the daily.

*sigh*...at least I don’t have to talk to them, right?

Anyhow, remember how I mentioned I always have things to do? Well, right now I’ve tasked myself with rifling through the large boxes containing random stuff I found in one of the basements down here to see if there’s anything I could possibly sell online. For starters, I’d like to hope there aren’t any severed body parts in here because this was one shady-ass basement before I moved in and un-creeped it a bit so I wouldn’t have to become an insomniac due to the paranoia of there being a homeless person down here with me or some paranormal entity. Regardless, old basements tend to be, apart from haunted, also filled with junk no one would find valuable despite it actually being worth something after all. That’s basically what I’m hoping to find at the moment.

As I dig through the contents of the first box, the YouTube playlist I have put on on my phone cuts off causing me to furrow my brows in confusion for a second before my ringtone pierces the silence the lack of music created.

I quickly mute the ringing and take a look at the Caller ID to see a name I never thought would pop up on my screen as an incoming call - Corpse. I, as well as many of our friends, know that he’s not the biggest fan of talking to people on the phone so this is rather surprising. Still, I pick up the call in case it’s not a mistake and an odd chance that it’s somethin urgent cause Lord knows Corpse doesn’t call people willy-nilly.

Thank God it’s quiet up there at the moment.

“Hello?“ I try my best to cover up the confusion in my voice but I can only assume I didn’t do the best job considering Corpse replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?“ He asks, getting my cheeks to redden a bit, “You can’t blame a guy for calling after up and disappearing on him and on the whole internet. Where’ve you been?“

I open my mouth to respond when I hear the sound of glass breaking a shouted curse from upstairs.

Oh for fuck’s sake!

“Um...you know, places?“ I’m aware the answer isn’t only nonsensical but also sounds more like a question, but I can hardly focus on that right now. I’m too buys praying to an entity I don’t fully believe in for the situation above to not escalate.

“Uh, is everything ok over there? Where even are you right now?“ The teasing tone to his voice is all but gone at this point, replaced with deep concern, having obviously heard the commotion that did the exact opposite of what I prayed for - escalated.

“Y-yeah, it’s ok. It’s just another Thursday, you know.“ I attempt a small laugh but it’s blatantly miserable, “I moved back in with my parents when they announced the quarantine so that’s where I’m at now. They’re not the quietest of folks as you can tell so...“

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE“

Oh crap, here we go.

“...So I can’t really stream a lot...or at all.“ I mutter, cringing with all my might, “But it’s only temporary! I’ll get back in the saddle as soon as I find another place to stay.“ I don’t dare mention how long that’s gonna take me, it’ll be too disappointing and depressing for the both of us. “So yeah...um...thanks for showing concern but there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m ok, everything’s ok, things are just...a bit off the rails, but I’ll fix em no problem. Like I always do!“ I attempt to sound as cheerful as possible with little success due to the overwhelming anger I feel towards those people upstairs and the gut-wrenching nostalgia for the world of streaming I can no longer be a part of because of them. Actually, I put the blame first on the pandemic and second on my parents - if it wasn’t for Covid I’d probably still be in my dorm!

“Hey...um, I think I know an affordable place where you can take up residence. Only if you want to, of course.“ He sounds hesitant but I easily overlook that as excitement bursts throughout my entire being at the sound if an escape being offered to me just like that. Had I known I’d find the solution to my problem in the very people I spent time avoiding because I was afraid of their pity, sympathy and judgement.

“Oh please, it could be a rat and roach infested shoe box and I’d go running to it. How much is rent?“ I ask through a gasp of hurried laughter that’s a result of my inability to contain said excitement. Listen, I’ve been sitting here in Hellsburg for three months now and haven’t gotten a proper shuteye during that whole period, whatever Corpse is offering has to be better than this misery.

“Rent can be discussed once you move in...“ He trails off, “And it’s not rat nor roach infested but there’s a slight issue...“

“Which is?“ I’m honestly expecting the worst: in a bad neighborhood; faulty wiring with a high chance of being electrocuted; faulty piping with a high chance of flooding; people have died there; things get randomly moved around in the middle of the night etc. However, I don’t voice any of them to avoid getting laughed at for my wild imagination.

“Well, uh, it’s corpse infested.“ He says a little awkwardly, causing me to let out an inaudible sigh.

So my ‘people have died there’ guess was on point, huh?

“People have died there, huh? Well, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I don’t find their bodies in the closet or meet their spirits at 3AM.“ I attempt to joke, now second-guessing my eagerness to accept the offer.

Corpse bursts out laughing his ass off at my statement, getting me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and wonder what I said was so funny - it was a poor attempt at a joke, it in no way deserves that sort of reaction, barely a chuckle in my opinion.

“You’re golden, Y/N, I swear.“ He says once he forces the laughter to subside, “I meant corpse infested as in Corpse Husband infested.“ He breaks out in another fit as my brain slowly starts connecting the dots.

Oooohh he’s asking me to go live with him

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up for a sec. Are you aware of what you’re offering me? I mean, we’ve never met IRL, you barely know me and....and for all you know I could be the serial killer in this situation!“ I have no idea why I’m pushing my luck, don’t ask. I just don’t want him to make a decision he’ll later regret, I guess. “Like, I could kill you in your sleep!“

“Would you?“ He asks confidently, silently stating he already knows the answer.

I roll my eyes, “Of course not! But...” He cuts me off.

“Great, the offer stands on my end. I’m not a noisy nor nosey roommate so I suggest you start packing. If you choose to live in that hell-hole over living with me, I’m sorry but I’ll be hella offended, just so you know.“

Corpse sounds like he’s about to hang up on me, a decision already made, so I hurry to stop him. “Wait! What about rent?”

“Fuck the rent, pack your bags.“ And just like that, despite my efforts, he hangs up on me.

Well...this is a chance of a lifetime that I know refusing would lead me to not only remain stuck here but also put me in the hugest loser bin. There’s also the fear of being Corpse’s burden which I’ll try my best not to be - I mean, I’m a super independent person and Lord knows that if this offer came any other time or from any other person, I would’ve declined asap, no discussion.

But streaming

But sleeping properly

But having a normal life again

Yeah those are most certainly the reasons I get up and go into the closet in search on my emptied suitcase. Time to fill it up again, I guess. This time with a smile on my face and excitement fueling each and every movement of mine.

@maat-the-prescriptive @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @itsminniekat @hacker-ghost @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis @waterlilypat @idontknowwhatthisisfam @evi-ka @classyandfabulous00 @redperson58 @lilysdaydreams @solowheein @mythicalamphitrite @axen-gers @luckygirl144 @nj01 @buddyemily @the-albino-lioness @stardream14 @gdhdkfnn @nomadicgypsyy @preciousskye @fluffysuicideunicornsworld @o-kaelin @manacharlotte @awkward-youtube-trash @lolalee24 @bonky-beerns @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian @strawbrinkofdeath @teenloves @tams0527 @browneyespinkhair @starstruckllamapuppy @daisychains012 @y0ulooked @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life @jula-pauline @melodykitty @just-that-bi-girl @crazybutconfidentaf @lowellshade @alphakees @bellero @weallneednamjesus @starryhanji @boiled-onionrings @husherstan @fockingwhore @melaningoddessthings @prettypastelpetals @haleypearce @godwhyamiawkward @y-napotat @daisychainyoonmin @little-miss-rebel3 @free-wheelin-bi-sexual @redmoon261 @darkacademic2 @wiseflamingoqueen @into-the-end @namikhai-i @nastiablr @thelittleplantlover @mirktuan @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny @vintagegothlover @easygoingtheatre @itsrandombooklover @miiaivi @emmybaybee @befourgolden @jjk-is-my-shit @eternalteaaars @spacebadgerx @princesslunalight @acequinn14 @samm48 @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa @fo-love @marishimomura-blog @therealglenncoco @cinnamonbun332 @killtherandomness @sanshinexxxsan @fee-btheweeb @press-lay @cathleenpotgieter16 @jazzydoesstuff @moonlxghtbay @forestrain2000 @hyunjinhugs @blood-of-fandoms @lovellylies @ukiyolixx @simpforhpcharacters @chrisdylan17 @parkerjisung @pedernille @theodonyous @wineandionysus @malfoystilinskii05 @morbid-x @coryisagee @jessewa26 @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365 @raeanneinwonderland @indecisive-empanada @gluttonypalace @loriane2503 @btsiguess-kpop @khaoticbunny @lucidlycactus @smiithys @rottenroyalebooks @kpopgirlbtssvt @fangirl-tc27 @fr0z3n-1 @notmesimpingfortechno @shotarosleftpinky @kunoi-chan @idk-whats-wrong-with-me @yikeroonie @goldenstarofthunderclan @poetry-and-tea @ama-do-writing-stuff @wishbonewolf @emeraldxhope @t0xick1tty @kusuinko @speakyourselfloveyourself @sophia902103 @lo-manburg @classsykittykat @dmgama @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee @btsiguess-kpop @akaashi-baby @gun-jong-simp @geschichtenfee @yerapotato-wp @browneyedgirl365 @thysagclub @sparklycloudnight @helloatomicshadow @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal @lucy-bunny17 @aaliyahh0 @katluckybear @boyleanti @straybids @franchesca-791 @cosmicstorm19 @averyisbackinthetrashcan @aomi-nabi @xlanawriter @allensimpsforcorpse

136 notes · View notes

rachelsteapot · 3 years

Text

Rescued: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Part 3

This is it! This is the last part of Rescued! I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Diclaimer, I had a moment while writing this and managed to switch tense without noticing so if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I’ll change them as soon as I can.

Part 1 / Part 2

Warnings: None

Tags: @bat-luna-cat , @nothingleftthaticando

That night, Tommy reluctantly dropped Y/N back at her Battersea apartment, having practically begged her to return to his city centre townhouse. The more time Tommy spent with this woman, the more and more he wanted her in his every day. This attraction wasn’t sexual like his previous women. It was more akin to what he had felt for Grace...

No.

Tommy was not going to let her face back into his mind. Grace was gone, a ghost that tormented him in his darkest moments. Y/N was alive, living, breathing. She had hopes and dreams that could still be fulfilled. Hopes and dreams that Tommy wanted a part in. And Tommy always got what he wanted.

Y/N’s mind was also churning. In less than twenty four hours, she had become a person of interest to one of the largest criminal gangs in the midlands, if not the whole country, simply because she had caught the leader’s eye. And what striking eyes they were too. Slipping into her nightclothes, Y/N placed her kettle onto the fire that she had started moments earlier, before settling into her armchair. Slowly, Y/N drifted in and out of thought, her pensive eyes glazed over as she stared into the flames. She was faced with one of the biggest decisions of her life: Tommy Shelby or Battersea cats and dogs home.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the shelter, and was met by an odd sight. A large poster was placed on the door and read, from what Y/N could decipher, ‘Under New Management’. So, doing what every good employee would, she opened the door and stepped into the foyer. It was quiet. Too quiet for an animal shelter. Quietly, Y/N approached the door of Mr. Smith’s office, and knocked.

“Come,” came a reply.

Y/N opened the door, once again releasing a haze of smoke, and stepped inside.

“Mr. Smith,” she began, but stopped. Sat in Mr. Smith’s chair, behind Mr. Smith’s desk, was Tommy Shelby. Y/N’s words caught in her throat, and she stood, stunned, until Bruce pressed his head into her knees.

“Mr. Shelby, what are you doing here?” she queried, bending down to stroke the dog.

“Y/N, I own it.” Swinging his legs off of the desk, Tommy stood and took the gently smoking cigarette from his lips. “I thought it would make your decision easier if I bought the place.”

A look of sheer confusion engulfed Y/N’s face. She knew Tommy was rich from his nice suit and ability to pay for almost everything, but she didn’t think he was ‘buy-a-dog-shelter-because-you-want-one-of-the-workers-to-go-home-with-you’ rich.

“I’ll stay for a few days.” In that moment, Y/N saw a flicker of a smile cross Tommy’s face, and she knew he had won.

The drive back to Small Heath was dull. But, at least, Y/N had Bruce for company. Tommy had been silent since they had left London, and Y/N assumed it was because he was concentrating on the road. In reality, however, it was something entirely different that was consuming Tommy’s attention.

Tommy’s mild swirled with thoughts: some about business, some not. Every now and then, the car rocked, causing the crime boss to catch scent of his passenger’s perfume, making his head spin even more. Out of the corner of his eye he could just see her stroking Bruce and god did she look cute.

Slowly, Tommy’s hand moved from the gear stick onto Y/N’s thigh. He heard her breath hitch slightly, and waited.

Y/n turned to face him, meeting his steely blue gaze, and nodded slightly. She was okay with this. Part of her brain had been begging for Tommy to make a move, and finally, he was. She felt her stomach twist slightly as his fingers pressed into her thigh slightly, having received permission mere seconds earlier.

Tommy was one of a kind, Y/N had decided, and if his family were half as intriguing as he was, she would be in for one hell of a trip.

After what felt like forever, Y/N and her guide pulled up in Small heath. Tommy marched from the car, pushing the front door open, and striding inside, followed dutifully by Y/N and Bruce.

“Tom. You’re back early.” A thick liverpool accent wafted through the smoke, and Y/N froze.

“Yes Pol, I made the deal so there was no reason to hang around.” A chair scraped against the floor and a figure stepped towards them. Sharp, hawk like eyes glared at the two as the woman pulled a cigarette from her lips.

“And who may this be?” Tommy’s hand found the small of Y/N’s back, willing her to answer for herself.

“My name is Y/N L/N, I worked- I work at a dog shelter in London,” she squirmed slightly under Pol’s gaze, waiting for a response.

“I was talking about the dog, but nice to meet you dear.” she muttered with an exasperated sigh. “Polly Grey. I call the shots around here, despite what Tommy may have told you.”

The woman released a long stream of smoke and reached down to stroke Bruce. Y/N’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“This is Bruce.” Tommy grunted, striding between the part-demolished walls, causing his companion to look to Polly for directions.

“Well go on then!” she cried, watching the new girl scuttle after her nephew.

The betting shop, as Y/N discovered, was noisy, smokey and down right boisterous. Finally, she spied Tommy leaning over a desk, and upon noticing her discomfort, Tommy beckoned her over, sliding his hand around her waist as she arrived.

“Y/N I want you to meet my little brother, John,” the young woman nodded shyly in the direction of a man holding a thick leather bound accounting book as he winked. “Be careful of him, he's a womaniser.”

“Ah! Says you Tom!” John interjected, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Don’t listen to him, love, he's boring and old. Come for a drink down The Garrison tonight, yeah? You can meet the rest of us.”

Seeing Y/N’s confused face, Tommy sighed in frustration and shot John a glare.

“I have three brothers and a sister, You’ve met John and, if you want, you can meet Arthur, Ada and Finn tonight.” taking a last drag of his cigarette, Tommy stubbed it out and stalked away, leaving Y/N in silence with John, who was watching the happenings intently.

“He bought the dog shelter that I work at so I would come to Birmingham with him,” Y/N explained, hoping that he wouldn’t ask questions that she didn’t know the answer to.

“Ah,” John nodded, as if this was a common occurrence. “You look tired, there’s a sitting room just through there. If Tom asks, I’ll tell him where you are.”

Y/N thanked the Shelby brother and wandered in the direction that John had indicated, the sounds and smells of the betting shop making her head spin. Finally, having located the sitting room and, finding nobody else inside, she settled onto the soft armchair and closed her eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

When Y/N awoke, the sky had turned the telltale inky blue of night. Stretching gently, she sat up to find that she was not alone. Someone was sitting on the sofa adjacent to the armchair that she occupied, smoking a cigarette with Bruce at their feet. Upon noticing that she had awoken, Bruce stood and waddled over, plonking his head into her lap.

“Heya Brucie,” Y/N croaked, scratching his ears before stretching out her stiff limbs more thoroughly. She squinted into the gloom and slowly was able to distinguish the identity of your companion. In the half light, his features seemed elegant, his high cheekbones turning into mountains and his cheeks became the deep valleys below. If he wasn’t so attractive, he would have looked gaunt, almost skeletal, like the death he caused every day. But to Y/N, the features of his face were angelic.

Tommy Shelby sat on the sofa, gently smoking his cigarette while the young woman awoke. He noticed her studying his features and turned his head, locking his eyes onto hers.

“You’re staring,” he croaked, standing abruptly and rousing Y/N from her thoughts. She tilted her head to watch as he shifted his weight, as if testing the floor. “They’re all at The Garrison waiting for us.”

It was not a long walk from Tommy’s house to the pub, but in a dark unfamiliar place, it felt like miles. Hooked onto Tommy’s arm, Y/N shivered slightly as the evening breeze cut through her clothes making her wish that she had a thicker coat. As she approached The Garrison, however, her muscles relaxed, sensing the warmth and welcoming environment radiating from the glowing windows.

Tommy pushed the doors open, striding into the pub dramatically.

“At ease,” he sighed, nodding to the barman as you stepped into the pub behind him. Without so much as checking on his companion, he turned sharply to the right and stepped into a private booth, the noise inside the pub rising like a tsunami.

Y/N slid inside the booth after Tommy like an obedient puppy as a hush fell over the occupants.Looking around hopefully, Y/N searched for a familiar face and found Polly, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips.

“Y/N!” her head snapped around to find the source of the voice, finding John picking his way to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’s Tommy’s new flame, so keep your hands off!” His jest caused Y/Ns cheeks to flame up and she looked at the ground, attempting to avoid the eyes of the booth’s inhabitants. One by one, she was introduced to the Shelby clan by Tommy and John, and eventually found herself gravitating towards Polly and Ada, who, between them, also happened to possess most of the Shelby brain cells.

“So how did you and Tommy meet?” the younger Shelby woman sighed, sipping at her Gin.

Y/N looked up, meeting her gaze and chuckled gently, “He wanted to adopt a dog from the shelter that I worked- that I work at, so I showed him Bruce, and he decided then and there that he wanted him.” Ada nodded as she paused, and Polly let out what seemed to be a chuckle masked as a cough. Y/N furrowed her brow, clearly confused, until Ada interjected.

“Let me guess, he then bought the shelter so you’d come back here? It's very predictable Tommy behaviour is all.” her clarification caused Y/n’s heart to sink. If this was so predictable, then there was no reason to feel as special as she did.

Sensing her dejection, Ada sighed. “Don’t worry sweet, If he did it, it means he’s serious about you. Tommy likes to seem all big and hard, but really, he’s just as much of a softie as Bruce is.” As if to prove her point, Ada reached down and scratched the top of Bruce’s head. Y/N smiled softly, nodding to show her understanding.

“Men, am I right?” she giggled, causing the two other shelby women to smile.

“I’ll drink to that, my dear,” Polly smiled, raising her glass.

The next few days in Small heath were relatively uneventful. Despite having been invited to Birmingham by Tommy, Y/N had barely seen the man, except for ten minutes here and five minutes there. Largely, she had spent her time with Polly and Ada, becoming acquainted with the bustling city. The more time Y/N spent in town, or helping Lizzie with some accounting, the more at home she felt.

Birmingham, Y/N had decided, was largely like London.

Yet something was bugging her. She wanted to know exactly what was going on with Tommy. His hot and cold nature was intriguing to begin with, but now the novelty had worn off and she was stuck in an unfamiliar world without the one who had invited her there.

After a morning of shopping with Ada and mathematics with Lizzie, Y/N found herself draped across one of the armchairs in Tommy’s office while he worked on some contracts at his desk.

“Tommmmm,” she whined, causing the man to raise his eyebrows and hum in response. “Why am I here if all you’re going to do is ignore me?”

Tommy’s head snapped up, Y/N’s question had caught him like a wild right hook.

Finally, she had Tommy cornered.

Tommy gulped, fighting the urge to blurt out the whole reason, that he, Tommy Shelby, was infatuated with this girl from London who worked with dogs and rendered him speechless.

“I- I um thought you would like to see Birmingham,” Y/N raised an eyebrow as the crime boss stumbled over his words.

“We both know that’s not it, Tom. Be honest.”

Tommy glared at the woman in his armchair. She knew why, she was just taunting him. Tommy didn’t like to be taunted. Slowly, he stood from his chair and made his way towards his guest, who looked up at him from under her eyelashes. Then, coming to a stop directly in front of Y/N, he took her chin in his hand and pressed his lips to hers.

“Is that enough of an answer for you?” he muttered against her lips. As they broke away, Tommy thought he heard Y/N mutter something under her breath.

“What was that?” he asked, raising one eyebrow as his icy blue eyes bore into hers.

“I love you, Mr. Shelby.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagines #peaky blinders #fanfiction #shelby company limited #shelby brothers #john shelby #bbc peaky blinders

70 notes · View notes

shyrose57 · 3 years

Note

I hope you had/will have a good day!

Dream triggers them, nothing else is able to trigger them.

The others are surprised Enderman approach the brothers so often and seem to be so worried about them. Though Enderman don't use body language as heavily as humans and mainly use their words. So Grievous and Charles have actually requested for the brothers to be translators so they could talk to enderman. But they both refused cause their not sure how the Enderman would react to conversing with a human, and there is no promise the Enderman would actually want to talk. Only if a Enderman specifically requests for one of the group to be told something (ex. A Enderman asks Ran to let Watson know to not use Ender Pearl's infront of other Enderman.) Other than that, no. Though that doesn't mean they don't get bothered to share what was said.

The Gladiators know Enderman hybrids are supposed to be around Rans height. But seeing Ranbob so small makes them concerned about him and curious about what's happened to him. The Fishermen become extremely concerned and do a mini interrogation to find out what happened.

He's skeptical at first of course. Though he does end up finding Ranbobs old journal where his failing mental health was on full display which helped him actually start to consider and listen to Ranbob. He also explores the city more and finds decomposing bodies along with messages on the walls. Which are word for word what Ranbob say they would be, and their contents aren't exactly stuff Ranbob would say.

Not really cause its been abandoned for years, their expecting it to be in disrepair.

General stuff, though he would also destroy artifacts if he's extremely bored or mad at something. The biggest/most important things he broke was, the tree in the center of Mizu, he burned it down, he went into Ranbobs childhood home and demolished walls, tearing up the flooring, and breaking pictures of the family. He also sometimes just lazily broke glass in some of the sections of Mizu, which flooded that entire section. Whenever Ranbob got control he would have to rush to block that area completely off, often getting burnt in the process. When Ranbob gained control and came face to face with his destroyed home he was devastated. He became almost comatose, just standing in the middle staring at the destruction. He stood there for hours, not really processing what he was surrounded by. Its only when Dream took pity on him and took control to drive him away from it. Ranbob never went back to his home.

-----------------

Because he was specifically left with the Council Member, Reim. Who looked over the section he was living in and Technoblade Followers. He talked to Reim a few times, when he was young he got lost and Reim helped him home, later on he ran from home cause Lias was getting on his nerves and Reim found him and played games with and listened to him until he decided to go back home. So Ran was very close to Reim and Reim was known throughout Mizu for being a caring person and was considered everyone's father basically, even if you had a dad, he was your second dad now.

Ranbob became distant. Never coming home and always studying something and talking to himself. Ran was concerned and tried to talk to him only for "Ranbob" (Dream) to push him away and threaten him. Ran was still 12 at this time though so he thought maybe his brother was just stressed with all the killings. Its when he found Ranbobs mini-sketch of a plan later hidden under a fake drawer in his workplace did he realize it was his brother behind everything. And since he was a Technoblade Follower for around 3 years at this point, he chose to confront his brother.

Ima try to start the world building with a shop called The Talisman. Its a shop in Subin that isn't very popular because its hidden by its big competitor, Spellbound. But it enchants peoples weapons with new enchantments and old ones. The Gladiators like to vist this shop once every month to see any new or work in progress enchantments. They even have some special ones from the owner, Minnow. Ran has a fire enchantment that only actives when Ran spins his sword twice. Watson has arrows that can temporarily paralyze anyone. Jackie has enchanted boots that lets him jump higher (only because Ran took his coffee once and held it to far above Jackie's head for him to reach. So he got boots to either grab whatever Ran is holding from him, or to jump high enough to cling to Rans neck and throw him off balance). And Grievous has some pants armor that is pretty resistant to lava, but he only has it because he kept trying to parkour over the lava in the Pit and kept almost tripping which almost gave Watson a heart attack multiple times. He hates wearing them so he only wears them during Pit matches he know will have lava.

A newbie to the hybrid hunting team, Oryx. He only joined cause he needed money and was bored and decided to join Raq's group. Since he is brand new he doesn't know that even hunting groups tend to avoid the Nether. But even when it was explained to him he just kept insisting they at least check the Nether. Eventually Raq relented cause he just wouldn't shut up and it was either checking the Nether to prove him wrong and shut him up or having to constantly deal with the kid.

The only thing that remained was a picture surprisingly. Its a picture of the brothers when both where young and still extremely close. Its in detail a young, around 11 year old Ranbob nervously smiling and holding a 4 year old Ran who fell asleep on him. A reminder that even though the brothers are currently divided and at eachothers throats they used to be extremely close and loved eachother deeply.

---------------------------

Tip of The Iceberg AU:

Something inside Bad screams for him to leave. But a part also screams for him to stay. He's caught between the two. He wants Skeppy but the Skeppy he knows isn't there anymore. He wants to kill Tommy, but he also wants to apologize. He wants to kill Billiam and Butler for straying from the Egg, but he also wants to ask them how they escaped. He's uncertain about everything. And the Egg is starting to catch on.

The Pit, The Bandits and Sherman, Sapnap, Quackity, Fundy, Tommy, Techno, Niki, and Tubbo all get along pretty well and are considered the fighting group. The Masquerade, rest of The Wild West, Mizu, Phil, Ranboo, Sam, Puffy, and Karl get along well and are the more responsible group.

A few special relationships:

-Ran and Techno have a student and mentor relationship.

-John John and Butler are protected by Sherman and Sam.

-Watson and Phil like to talk about their "kids".

-Wilbur and Jackie get along well because they talk about exploding stuff. Which means Sam or someone responsible has to watch over the two.

-Billiam is actively trying to get along with literally everyone and trying to put his snobbish behavior behind him. Watson, Sherman, and Karl are especially proud of this and help him.

------------------------------

Brothers AU

They 100% switch it up depending on how its going. Its calm and not many people are bothering them? They'll behave. Its loud and people won't stop bothering them? They will wreak havoc and destroy at least 1 table from either throwing someone on it or from seeing how much weight it can take.

One kid! Their name is Salem and their 15. They are always dragged to parties by their rich and snobby parents who insist they go so they can get to know their "people", but Salem themselves are actually very nice and respectful. Watson loves telling Salem stories and they always listen and ask questions. Salem and Jackie play pranks or get caught in a conversation along with Ran. Grievous and Salem sometimes do an eating contest. In general the group all get along very well with Salem and are always excited to see and talk to them.

Oh yeah. Ranbobs been the victim of some of his pranks and overall mischief before. He knows how Ran can get. So when Cletus gets pushed into water he doesn't tell him Ran is the one who did it.

-------------------------

Watson prefers more upbeat, or classical music. Jackie, Ran, and Grievous prefer more rock type of music. The Fishermen don't really care what music plays.

Bit of fluff: Ranbob and Charles find a kitten. They attempt to sneak it into the Pit but Porkius finds them and tries to make them put it back. Ran comes out and Porkius is relieved cause maybe Ran will help him make them put it back. Ran takes one look at the kitten before grabbing it and putting it over his shoulder and saying "Mine." Before waking away. Ranbob and Charles cheers, Porkius looks defeated.

Not fluff but its funny: The group + Porkius visited one of many hybrid hating cities (Which ima call...Norhal) for a resource trading agreement. They had to leave early because Ran, Jackie, and Grievous incited a riot and over half the city was on fire.

You too!

-------

What kind of requests have Endermen made towards the group? Have they ever tried to get the brothers to tell them that they aren’t doing well or something?

Do the Gladiators mention something to the Fishermen about it? How do they realize the height is just a normal thing if not?

Does Ranbob know that’s what led to Benjamin giving him a chance? If so, how does he feel about it?

Poor Ranbob. That must’ve really sucked. And I can’t imagine it’s any better for Ran, should they ever return to Mizu and he has to see the state his former home is in.

----------

Oh no, so he was close with Reim, then? Oh, that’s gotta hurt. Finally realizing who it was only to find a mentor dead by his big brother’s hands.

Oh, that sounds super cool! Does the Talisman sell just enchantments for weapons, or can they enchant other objects to? How specific can they make their enchantments? What’s the store like? What led to the gang finding it, and choosing it over Spellbound? How do they get along with Minnow, and what’s Minnow like?

What’s Oryx like? Who else is on the hybrid hunting team? What does Ran think of them all, and how does he deal with them each? Is Raq the leader of his team, or?

Bittersweet. Do they find that photo then? What’s the reaction to it?

---------

Tip Of The Iceberg AU

Oh no, seem’s like Bad’s about to have a bad time, ironically enough. Does anyone else notice his hesitation? How does that end for him? Does he get away and join the Pro-Omlettes, or...?

I bet that’s interesting, considering the variety of their fighting styles and general responsibilities. They’re certainly well-rounded, I bet.

How’d those relationships come to be?

---------

Brothers AU

Porkius has like four leash children just waiting to unleash mass destruction-Watson, you were supposed to be the responsible one.

Local gladiators adopt a child, chaos typically ensues, more at seven.

Cletus: Who pushed me into the water?!

Ranbob, fondly watching his brother bite back a grin from a few feet behind Cletus: Hm. Could it have been Jackie?

---------

Kitty! What does he name the kitty?

As they should.

#Brothers AU #Tip Of The Iceberg AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp

9 notes · View notes

froegs · 3 years

Text

My Stardew OC’s!

long post, but feel free to read up if u wanna ask questions or request to see more of them!!

Ivy Sodbuster!

Quick Facts about Ivy:

She worked in customer service @ joja for 6 years

She was a dedicated scene kid 8th grade and all through high school, unfortunately she had to trash (almost) all her clothes and redye her hair bc of joja 😞

She only wore business casual bc she would go and work for seven hours and come home, sleep, repeat. When she started working on the farm she was broke as hell so she had to rip the sleeves off her shirts and cut her jeans into jorts so she could have work clothes

Emily was her first friend in town bc she saw ivys busted ass and said..... let me help you

She became friends with Sam second just because. He was around.

She inherited grandpa’s farm with her cousin, Oakley (my friends oc, once she finalizes a design I’ll draw them more).

Oakley’s more “mature” (bc shes 30) but she just is really anxious. Ivy tries to set her up with Leah but they don’t click,,, Oakley ends up falling for chicken man.

Sam introduces Ivy to Seb and instead of Farmer falling for NPC its the other way around Fr.

Seb crushes on Ivy immediately

His first attempt at flirting was like “hey ivy...... wanna see me beat Sam at 8pool for 3 hrs straight?” And Ivy immediately joined Sam’s side and demolished Seb in 8ball.

Ivy ended up hanging out with the ASS trio on a daily.

Seb and Ivy started dating Fall 1 of year 1 after they confessed their feelings for each other during the dance of the moonlight jellies festival

They moved in together 3 days after Seb’s bday

And were married Summer 10

They fast burned this bitch but they are so stupidly in love

In Year 3 Spring Ivy’s other cousin on her moms side became pregnant and chose to give it up for adoption, but beforehand she asked everyone in the family if they wanted a baby

Ivy looked at Seb like 👀

So on Year 3 Winter 1 they brought home their son, Finn

I think this is a classic trope for all Sebastian lovers but he def dresses Finn up in a frog onesie and calls him tadpole !!

Her favorite activity is fishing, that’s how’d she find excuses to hang out with Seb by the lake

She loves making artisan items, especially truffle oil. Oakley prefers large crops and agricultural designing and ivys like fuck yeah mushroom >:D

Milo NoLastName!

Quick Facts About Milo:

Milo was smuggled into Pelican Town by the Traveling Merchant when he was 6 and was taken in by Gil and Marlon.

Gil was 55 and Marlon was 46 when they “adopted” Milo

Gil took the most care of him and Marlon kind of had the attitude of like... a dad when your family pressures him to get a dog. First week their like FINE I GUESS we have to TAKE CARE of HIM. Next week: me and the bestie!

Milo looks up to Gil so much. His favorite brown jacket was Gil’s old one.

Marlon took Milo into the mines when he turned ten as a sort of “coming of age” trip and.... a bat nipped a part of his ear off.

Marlon said it’ll build character

But he was freaking out about it

Gil was upset but got it patched up.

I head canon that Evelyn taught the kids in town before they went off to high school, so four times a week (he’d usually stay home Friday to reset and relax or help out his dads) he’d have to socialize with the others

But he was always a few years older than them so he felt kind of distant

The others in question were Alex, Penny, Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, and Maru

Once he graduated middle school he convinced Gil to let him homeschool so he could find geodes and sell them during most the day.

When he was 17 he finally reached floor 120 of the mines, but on his way climbing back up he got attacked by three squid kids and void spirits, lost his left ear, and blacked out

He was rescued by Marlon, who rushed him home and took care of him

Because Pelican Town didn’t have a doctor at that time, the bus was broken down, all Marlon could do was try and clean up his ear and give him antibiotics and make sure it didn’t become infected

He lost his hearing in that ear

That was the biggest injury he’s gotten so far, but he was grateful when Harvey moved to town

Harvey opened his clinic, fresh faced (ish) at 26 and immediately some scruffed up 24 year old saunters in like “thank GOD ur here dude, here’s fourteen years worth of problems. Good luck.”

It didn’t actually go like that

But

Basically

Milo’s not really a social person, at 25 he discovered he could easily buy a car and drive out to the desert to try his hand at skull cavern. He came prepared but ended up needing emergency surgery that night anyway

He slowly but surely became friends with Sandy and the desert trader. He liked the trader for her prices and Sandy for her kindness.

He also fell in love with....... HARVEY!! (shocker)

Harvey actually fell in love with him first :))

Idiots to lovers slow burn

Hell they’re not even together by the time ivy rolls around and they met like.... 6 years ago??? My god these bitches.....

Pheobe Dy

Quick facts about Pheobe:

Pheobe actually grew up closer to the desert than Zuzu City or pelican town!

Her parents own a decent sized cacti farm and she’d bus into town for school where she met Sandy and Emily!!

I like to believe there’s another town (not as small as Pelican) but close knit in the desert. I hc that Sandy’s shop, skull caverns, and the trader are just like the entry road to a nice desert town

Anyway

She got into fashion and design when Emily pulled her and Sandy into it in sophomore year of high school

Sandy didn’t like it that much and would usually hit glue or staple pieces bc she’d procrastinate the whole time lol

But Pheobe and Em where DEDICATED

they’d hang out after school to design clothing and critique each other’s work (with love, of course)

Pheobe went to college for clothing design with her backup being IT and computer work (another passion of hers)

She started dating Sebastian when she met him during a trip to a small computer repair store in ZuZu city

He thought she was cute so he gave her his number and they met at Stardrop Saloon

She felt a need to like him, not because she was actually attracted to him in any way, but because she was a ~closeted lesbian~

So that relationship didn’t last too long

Ok maybe a little

2 years

But she’s bad at cutting off things, ok?

That’s when she realized she liked her best friends... Sandy and Emily

Emily and Sandy were already in a pretty open relationship by the time Pheobe came around, but it still took her some courage to admit her feelings to them.

They started dating when all three of them were around 26.

Emily moved with her sister Haley to pelican town a year into their relationship, and Sandy and Pheobe followed.

They bought a car so Sandy could maintain her shop in the desert

There is now a house where that garden that Harvey stands in 25/8 is. And Sandy and Pheobe live there. I don’t make the rules.

Pheobe and Emily work together on a small clothing company, they design the clothes together, Emily makes them, Pheobe made a website and uploads them there, and Sandy sells some at her shop :D

The three of them would like to tie the knot one day, but right now they’re super content on where they are, so sometime in the future :)

#long post #stardew valley #stardew valley oc #sodbuster farms #farmer ivy #sdv art #sdv ocs #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk #Pheobe sdv #Milo sdv #that’s all folks

14 notes · View notes

mynumberfivethings · 3 years

Note

Hi! I’m new to this world, I found your account from your stories about five and ageplay. I absolutely love them, I had an idea I thought I could share. I’m assuming this is taking place where littles are known? If not, it is for this idea! One of the siblings plans a fun family event: a day at the circus. It’s all well and good, maybe they get cotton candy. But then the clowns come out. Little Five freaks. And that’s how the Hargreaves discover five is scared of clowns. I hope this makes sense!

the AU does take place in a world where littles are known! and awww that’s precious! this turned out a little longer than intended. oops.

Five has not so fond memories of clowns-memories that have to do with the Commission and a certain overly enthusiastic, overly bloodthirsty co-worker. He doesn’t like to think about the man or that creepy fucking hyper realistic clown mask he never took off. It’s all in the past, after all.

Or so he thinks, until Five is in his “little” headspace, holding Diego’s hand so he doesn’t get lost in the crowd as they line up to have their tickets taken and be seated. Klaus leans down behind him and grins, confusing the nervousness Five is feeling for jittery excitement. “I heard they use holographic animals in this show. Isn’t that cool?”

Five nods silently, his grip on Diego’s hand getting a little tighter as the line starts moving. Diego pauses to look down at Five, eyebrow raised. He assumes the kid is tired of standing still-they have been in line for a while now, he knows how much kids hate waiting, how cranky it makes them. “C’mere bud.” Diego scoops him up easily and carries him against his hip.

Five wraps his arms around Diego’s neck and leans the side of his head against his shoulder gratefully.

By the time they find their seats Five has calmed down and even nearly forgotten that their might be clowns in the show-instead, he’s looking forward to seeing the amazing holograms and the fun light show. Allison waves down a man selling cotton candy and hands him the biggest fluffiest pinkest one on the tray.

Vanya chuckles at the expression of absolutely awe on Fives face when he holds the giant ball of cotton candy in his hand. “Oh god, Allison, he’s not gonna sleep for a week straight if he eats that.” she says, as she watches Five take his first bite.

Allison shrugs, already taking out her phone to take photos of Five as he demolishes the sugary snack. Luther, ever the responsible sibling, searches the inside of his backpack for wet wipes and upon finding them, reaches across to clean Fives face, once he’s finished eating. He’s sticky with the cotton candy, hands, cheeks and even his nose. Five makes little grumbling noises as he’s wiped down but lets Luther do it without any real qualms.

Ben buys them all a bunch of light up neon wands to wave around when the show starts. Five and Klaus end up play fighting with the wands until Vanya threatens to take them away after they get a little too close to hitting someone sitting in the row below them. Klaus sticks his tongue out at Vanya and they both laugh when Five gasps and says, “Not nice!”

Ben ruffles Fives hair lovingly and nods in agreement. “That’s right, not nice Klaus.”

Klaus rolls his eyes but he’s smiling too.

Suddenly the lights all go off at once and they’re enveloped in total darkness. Five grips the closest hand next to him, his heart thundering in his chest. Is this part of the show? He can’t see a thing. Is something wrong? Is it-

Diego puts his other hand atop Fives and leans over to whisper into his ear. “It’s ok buddy, just the show starting.”

Five gulps. “Ok.”

A single yellow light pops up center stage to illuminate a man in a top hat and striped pants and it’s clear he’s here to make an introduction. Five peers up, now curious. The show is amazing-an understatement, really-the animals float seamlessly over the audience and Five even got to reach his hand out and almost touch an elephant! Everything is bright and colorful and Five awes at the trapeze artists in their glittery leotards who swing from so high up.

Everything is going swimmingly, right up until a polka dotted buggy drives right onto the stage and out come not one, not two, not three, but four clowns! They’re not scary, Five tells himself, it’s just makeup, he has to remember, just makeup and silly clothes and too big shoes, is all. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Except that all the logic big Five is trying to put into little Five’s head isn’t staying in said head. All Five can remember right that moment is Charles from the Commission. Like Five, Charles didn’t enjoy wearing those ridiculous animal mascot hats-instead, he went the elaborate route of painting on a clown face before every mission. Five knows this because it was one of the few none solo missions he’d been assigned in his short time at the Commission.

Charles was a quiet man-something Five hadn’t minded at all back then, seeing that he didn’t have much to say to strangers, either. The targets were five individuals who had very little in common, except for the fact that they would all be attending a childrens charity event on a crisp Saturday evening.

It hadn’t been Five’s idea to burn down the building, and with it, hundreds of people-including their targets-but Five hadn’t been able to stop Charles, either, and that would haunt him for quite some time.

He remembers standing outside of the building set aflame, remembers the agonized screaming coming from inside, remembers the helplessness he felt, and most of all, he remembers Charles the fucking clown stood next to him, laughing so disturbingly that the sound of it would be a reoccurring soundtrack in Fives nightmares for years to come.

So when the clowns begin to walk into the crowd Five remembers Charles and it doesn’t matter that these clowns don’t have a penchant for murder, Five can feel all that cotton candy start to make its way back up his esophagus and the panic in him rising as they come closer and closer.

His breath stutters in his chest when he blurts out, “Wanna go home.” but the music is so loud that not a single one of his siblings hear him and the clowns are coming closer and closer and closer still. Without another thought Five disappears, only a swoosh of electrifying blue any indication that he was once even there.

That, the Hargreeves notice immediately. “Five?!”

******************************************************

“Do you think he went home?” Allison asks, already calling the landline at the house.

Vanya shrugs, looking around the stands, hoping Five got an inkling for a stuffed animal or something-though that’s very out of character for him. “He rarely ever teleports when he’s in his little headspace.”

Ben nods, “Yeah, I think the only times he does is if he wakes up little from a nightmare-he blinked onto my bed and scared the living shit out of me last week. Maybe something frightened him?”

Diego huffs. “Five’s been jumpy since we got here. I thought he was just excited, ‘cause we’ve never been to one of these places, but-” he curses, “I should’ve known it was something else.”

Klaus pats him comfortingly on the shoulder, “None of us noticed something was wrong, this isn’t just on you. Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”

They search all over until Luther calls out for them to meet him in a bathroom stall, where they finally find Five, huddled over a toilet, throwing up.

“Oh honey,” Allison rubs his back gently, “I shouldn’t have given you all that cotton candy, I’m sorry.”

Five shakes his head and when he looks up his face is stained with tears. “W-wanna go home.” he begs. “Please.”

“Of course, baby,” Allison brushes the bangs away from his face and takes a tissue out of her bag to wipe at his tears. “Can you stand up?”

Five sniffles miserably. “Up?”

Luther takes that as his cue to pick up the little and tuck him securely against his chest. “Alright buddy, let’s get outta here, yeah?”

Five nods, his fingers gripping at Luthers shirt desperately.

************************************************

He’s still shaking visibly by the time they get back home.

They quickly conclude it couldn’t have just been the cotton candy making Five sick that made him react so poorly. It had to be something else.

“Hey,” Vanya scoots onto the couch next to Five and draws him into her arms so that his back is up against her chest. He goes easily, relaxing minutely at the comforting touch.

Klaus comes into the living room with Fives favorite sippy cup and offers it to him. "I put some gingerale in there to help your stomach, Fivey, so drink up, ok?"

Five nods, holding onto the cup with both hands.

"Hey, you know you can talk to us, right? Did something happen to upset you so bad?" Allison squeezes his knee gently, imploring.

Five shakes his head, his breath hitching. He drops his cup and brings the palms of his hands up to his eyes, making a face and a noise of discomfort before looking up again. The switch from his little headspace to his big headspace is almost instantaneous.

His siblings can tell immediately-any softness and vulnerability in Fives eyes is suddenly replaced with a guarded expression. He backs away from both of his sisters, embarrassed. "Sorry," he says, clearing his throat, "I'm fine."

Diego rolls his eyes. "I'm calling bullshit. Five, you cried the entire way home. Hell, you look like you wanna cry right now. No one is gonna judge you. You can open up to us." He insists.

Five bites his bottom lip anxiously and folds his arms across his chest. He knows he's not fooling anyone. "It's stupid." He mutters.

"No one is going to force you to talk about it if you're not comfortable," Allison says, pointedly looking at Diego, who sighs and shrugs. "But, Diego is right, we're not here to judge you. We just want to help."

Five gulps and looks away. "It was the clowns." He murmurs under his breath, so low they barely hear him.

"The what?" Ben asks, leaning forward.

Five groans. "It was the fucking clowns, ok?" He admits, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I don't...like clowns."

Luther raises a brow. "Are you...? Really? You're not trying to pull our legs? You are scared of clowns?" He can't help but be incredulous. Five isn't afraid of anything. Not anything tangible, at least.

"Yes, ok?" Five snaps out. "During my stint at the Commission I had to-" he cuts himself off abruptly. He can feel his chest growing tight. "Look, I don't exactly have the most pleasant memories regarding clowns and I'd really rather not talk about it."

Five is shaking again. Trembling a little more subtly than he had been in his little headspace, but trembling nonetheless, and his siblings all take note.

Vanya reaches out slowly, giving Five well enough time to back away. She rests her hand above his shoulder. "C'mere." She nudges him softly and is surprised when Five actually lets himself be pulled into her arms without any qualms.

Five turns so that his face is hidden against Vanyas neck, he hunches over, making himself all the smaller. "Sorry I ruined our day out." He mutters.

"Nonsense!" Klaus exclaims. "We left early and skipped out on all the traffic, not to mention all of Allison's road rage."

Allison playfully smacks Klaus' arm. "I do not have road rage!"

Five huffs out what sounds like a laugh. He sits up but sticks close to his siblings this time, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "You do, though."

"See? Told you." Klaus sticks his tongue out at her.

"Hush, at least I can drive," Allison waves him away. "You have no room to criticize here."

Klaus gasps, as though offended. "Gays can't drive, everyone knows that. Way to be insensitive." He can feel Ben's eyes rolling even if he can't see him.

Vanya hums. "I mean, I can drive, so..."

"Betrayal," Klaus shakes his head. "Betrayal of the highest kind Vanya. Truly."

This devolves quickly into the Hargreeves arguing over who in fact is the best driver in the family.

Five lets himself curl up on the couch between Vanya and Diego. He listens and sometimes even interjects as the bickering ensues among his siblings, the tightness in his chest slowly loosening.

#tua #five hargreeves #hargreeves siblings #hargreeves family #ask #answered #number five #little!five #five is a little #littles exist #AU #long post

48 notes · View notes

angelarmitage98 · 3 years

Text

Teen Wolf preferences...

How you meet: (Part 4)

Brett:

3rd person P.O.V:

You could see your best friend walking towards his old school's Lacrosse team as they got off the bus. 'Oh god' you thought "this isn't going to be good." you spoke out loud, concerned as to what Liam might do. You ran over to Liam as quick as you could. "Is everything ok Liam? You're not going to do something stupid are you?" You asked worried about his actions and the consequences that may come with it. "Don't worry, everything's fine." He said and you believed him, I mean he is your best friend after all. He started to march over to one of the team members and all of a sudden he came to a halt, yelling Brett and then carried on his stomping to get to him and even though he had a face full of anger he said: "I just wanted to say have a good game." To which Brett laughed in his face... 'Urghh, how rude' you thought. "That's cute Liam. Is that what they told you to say in your anger management? Apologise and everything will be alright." Liam stood there frozen, not knowing what to do as you stood behind him too stunned to even comprehend what he just said. "You demolished coaches car." Brett continued, "I paid for it!" Liam replied. "Yeah you're gonna pay for it, we're gonna break you in half out there, and it's gonna be all your fault." As Brett said this you could see Liam getting angrier by the second. Next thing you know Liam's being pulled away by Scott and Stiles but you decided to stay and give Brett a piece of your mind. "Who do you think you are?" you said with a face full of anger as Brett just stood with a sly smirk on his. "Brett, Brett Talbot and who are you sweetcheeks?" he replied. "Don't call me sweetcheeks, and I'm your worst nightmare bitch!" you more or less screamed in his face, feeling proud of yourself. "Oooh, feisty. I like it." Brett spoke, but you could tell he was trying to get under your skin. Yet you weren't about to let that happen. "How's this for fiesty arsehole?" and with that, you kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. Once you had done that you crouched beside him while he was doubled over in pain and whispered in his ear... "Listen here 'sweetcheeks' you do anything to hurt Liam or you know just anything out of line then I will grab your stupid werewolf arse and impale you to a tree... Next time, make sure you pick on someone your own size." Then you walked away with a new found confidence.

Theo:

Your P.O.V:

It's a nice sunny day so I decided it'd be fun to take my five-year-old nephew to the skate park to teach him how to ride. I know it's strange since he's only five but he's been trying to ride my skateboard since he could walk. "Ok Niklaus stand there, Auntie (Y/N) is going to show you something." I took a few steps back, placed the skateboard on the ground and proceeded to stand on it when all of a sudden I was knocked back off. All I can feel is pain shooting up my leg from my ankle. "Ow, my ankle..." I screeched since that's where I felt the most pain. "Oh my god, are you ok?" I heard someone say. "No, it's my ankle. It hurts so much." I replied trying to scream. "Ok, um... Just hold still." I heard the same person say, I looked up to see a gorgeous guy with a stunning smile crouching to pick me up. "I'm Theo, I'm going to take you to the hospital. Come on little man let's go get in the car ok." "Thank you, Theo, I'm (Y/N)."

*Five minutes later (during the car ride)*

"So, um... (Y/N) is this your son?" They asked me, and all I could do was laugh at him. Even though I've hurt my ankle because of this guy, I can't help but have these weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and honestly, it's the most amazing feeling. He is the cutest person I have ever met, well apart from my nephew of course, but anyways seeing him so confused made me think he is so much cuter, even though I don't know how that's possible. "Why are you laughing?" Theo asked with his face still full of confusion. "Oh, sorry. It's just that's the funniest thing I've heard for a long time, but no, he's my nephew." I said making sure not to laugh because I didn't want him to think I was lying. I turned my head and looked towards him to see him looking extremely embarrassed. Then I turned my head back around and looked back out the window to see we have arrived at the hospital. Theo left the car, grabbing Nik from the backseat, closed the door and then came and got me from the front. He picked me up bridal style and carried me inside, he sat me down on the chairs and sat next to me alongside Nik.

*After being checked*

I eventually called to get checked after half an hour and now I've finally finished being checked by Mrs McCall. I walked back out into the waiting room to see Theo sat playing with Nik and the sight just made my heart melt. I walked towards them with a bit of a limp. As I arrived in front of them, Theo looks up at me and asks "Is everything ok?" "Yeah, just a sprained ankle but I should be fine," I replied. "Ready to go home Nik?" I asked. "Do we get to see mummy?" he asked. "Yeah kiddo we do," I told him and he started nodding his head vigorously eager to get home. "I can give you guys a ride." Theo chimed in. "That would be great, thank you," I replied with absolute gratefulness due to the fact I didn't have a clue as to how I would get home.

*Car ride to my house*

I gave Theo my address and we've been driving for the past ten minutes now when Theo spoke up. "So, umm, am I forgiven for busting your ankle?" "Well considering you made me laugh for the first time in quite a while then yes you are forgiven," I replied while chuckling a little. "Well, since I'm forgiven, I was wondering if I could get your phone number." He said with a cheesy little grin on his face. "Um, sure," I said just as we parked outside my house. We traded numbers and I then got out of the car and got Nik from the back seat. "Say bye to Theo, Nik." "Bye, bye Theo." "Cya Theo," I said. "I'll call you later and we can meet up sometime. I'll see you guys later. Bye." And with that, I walked up to my pathway and entered my house as I heard him drive away.

(So, I may have gotten a little carried away with Theo's and I'm extremely sorry. Kind of. But anyway, I'd like to say a huge thanks to yoitskats again for helping me with this concept. It is greatly appreciated and I adore you for all the help you have been giving me.)

Boyd:

His P.O.V:

I sat at the lunch table alone as per usual. I don't know why but for some reason no one seems to want to sit with me. Suddenly, I heard a tray drop beside me. "Hello, is it ok if I sit here?" I heard a girl say. I looked up to see the new girl stood next to me, I haven't really looked or spoken to her but from what I'm seeing now I must say she's absolutely stunning. "Oh, oh yeah. Feel free." I answered. "I'm (Y/N) by the way, and who are you may I ask?" Wow... She really wants a conversation. "I-I'm Veron Boyd, but most people call me Boyd and you can too,," I told her. "Great, so, I was wondering Boyd, what's this school like?" She asked me with curiosity lingering in her eyes. "Well, it's great I guess. You might prefer it more than I do." I answered honestly as I could. We spoke about ourselves for the next half an hour and then the bell rang for our next lesson. "Umm, maybe we can do this again sometime,," I said to her. "That sounds amazing, I'll make sure to be here same time tomorrow." She replied and from hearing her say what she just said makes me feel like life is definitely worth living. "Great, cya tomorrow," I told her, and in all honesty,y I can't wait for tomorrow, it is going to be great, I can just feel it.

(I couldn't really think of a good enough concept for a way for you to meet Boyd, he's not exactly a big character but I felt the need to add him even though I didn't have the biggest or the best idea for him.)

#teen wolf #x reader #beacon hills #preferences #vernon boyd #theo raeken #brett talbot

11 notes · View notes

sinagrace · 4 years

Photo

I think I like my Haunted Mansion graphic novel more than I’m supposed to… When thinking about the idea of doing a Haunted Mansion book in abstract, I should have been set up for a stressful experience: taking a fan-favorite attraction at Disneyland and adapting it into a comic meant working with a corporation that is known for upholding a certain quality for its brand, and the Mansion has a particularly passionate group of fans who also have their opinion about what they want to see with anything related to the ride. I should have been intimidated, and you’d think I should have left the experience with stories about endless re-writes or tense conversations about minor story points… but I had a frickin’ blast! The premise of my story is about a ghost named Sydney who makes her way to the mansion, seeking a new home after the hotel she was haunting (and used to manage in her lifetime) got demolished. She’s tasked with improving how the mansion operates as a hazing ritual, and she takes on the challenge with optimism and zest. It’s a great way to have the reader learn how the mansion works for its ghastly residents, and it also allowed me to lean into the only prompt Disney gave prospective writers pitching for the job: for the tone to be similar to The Office. They wanted a workplace comedy, so I gave them more of a Parks and Recreation vibe, because I love stories about a group of people rallying around an overzealous-but-lovable protagonist. Sydney was my version of a toned down Leslie Knope, with Maggie from Grey’s Anatomy’s demeanor, and a friend of mine in hospitality all rolled up into one go-getter of a ghost. From there, it was a matter of working with Disney to sort out which of their fantastic cast to use, and give fans fun details to pore over. Have you read any of those stories where actors talk about joining the MCU, and needing to read the script in a room so they can’t make copies? Same, girl. After the project got a greenlight, I was invited to one of Disney’s offices in Burbank to review the Haunted Mansion’s rich history and all of the assets surrounding the ride. I was only allowed to take notes and only had an hour of everyone’s time to ask a million questions. It was exhilarating! Everyone’s energy helped boost my confidence to move forward with the story I proposed-- we were all huge fans of the ride and we wanted to do right by it. I am still so grateful to my editor Elizabeth Brei for giving me an extra day to turn in the second chunk of script pages because I was at Disneyland doing “research.” She’s an unabashed fan of the Haunted Mansion and the Disney parks in general, so she understood what a grave mistake I made telling myself I could drive down to Anaheim, ride the Mansion twice, and head home to tweak my pages (I was literally on Instagram stories scarfing a Mickey popsicle replying to an e-mail from her with some nonsense about my creative juices flowing). In all honesty, the biggest challenge I faced was really figuring out how many familiar faces to sneak in without clogging the momentum of the story. It was a no-brainer that Constance (aka “The Bride”) had to be an antagonist… Everyone loves that character, plus she seems the type to be easily threatened and quick to exact revenge. From there, I picked characters who piqued my interest, or ghosts who would offer a variety of tone in jokes. Of course I had to make Sally the best friend everyone wants when they’re in a new environment… a pure sweetheart with a little bite. These kinds of fun problems are what I call “exciting challenges,” and they make the work I do all the more engrossing. Disney was always open and amenable to helping me sort out the logics of the world, like explaining how a haunted mansion would work in the real world, and what the ghosts’ roles are within the building. It wasn’t until recently that a friend kind of smacked me in the face and was like, “Dude, you added to the canon of the ride!” If the audience embraces what I’ve added to the history, all I can say is… Whoa. We had to delay the book because finalizing Sydney’s look ended up slowing the art process a bit, and everyone decided it was best to wait for the Mansion’s next birthday in August. Cut to 2020- we are grappling with a pandemic and finally confronting the painful truths of the Black Lives Matter movement. Disneyland remains closed, and all of our plans to promote this book have been cancelled. I’m all the more proud of it, given our current circumstances. Having the protagonist be a black woman wasn’t 100% political- I just LOVE Maggie from Grey’s Anatomy wanted Sydney to embody her, but now there’s a story where an intelligent and capable black character from Baton Rouge is up against problems where the odds are against her, and she still perseveres. Sydney’s solutions to improving the Mansion come from my own approach to telling the story: sheer reverence for the mishmash of macabre and humor that the attraction manages to balance. It’s my love letter to every nook and cranny I adore about the Haunted Mansion, and this book is all I have to revel in the joy until the park opens back up. It may be a little nugget of a book, but I’m so happy that the Haunted Mansion: Frights of Fancy is finally making its way out into the world. Egle Bartolini and Nicoletta Baldari did such a great job bringing charm and joy to the artwork. They took every little thing I asked to be crammed into the artwork and then put their own extra something on top. I made a friend out of Elizabeth Brei, and felt like I did right by Denton Tipton when he called and asked me, “what do you think of the haunted mansion?” Everyone worked so hard to make this graphic novel something that we all as Haunted Mansion fans would adore. If you’re looking for a little escape, or need a little dose of your favorite attraction at Disneyland, give the Haunted Mansion book a shot. It will be available in comic stores and book stores by like 8/18, from IDW.

#haunted mansion #Disneyland #sina grace #idw publishing

21 notes · View notes

murderousbitch · 3 years

Text

trigger warning: light mentions of abuse & death.

It was no secret that the life she had left behind had not been a life one would willingly return to. In fact she hadn’t returned to Boston for several reasons--fear of what she would return to, the pain and suffering, the memories that were more like nightmares--but after so long, she had to finally return. She tried to fight it, to make Giles send someone else, anyone else, to retrieve the one of many slayers scattered across the world. But she was closer and she knew the area better than anyone. There was no other option.

Returning to a place that held so many negative feelings and thoughts, it made the already cold air cooler, causing her lungs to seize with every breath she took. God she hated the cold, memories of when her mother forgot to pay the electric bill, the countless nights spent shivering under piles of blankets. But she had to shake those thoughts and focus on the task at hand so she could get the hell out of dodge before anything happened. There was far too many possibilities of what could happen, who she could run into, and of what she could end up doing. Needless to say, she was going to follow the leads she had of the girl, Rebecca Hicks, and hope that she found the other in no time.

The hotel she was set up in was one that she had passed so many times, wondering how it felt to be sleeping on a bed that wasn’t dirty, to have a mattress that didn’t come from someone’s alley. Her mom was cheap, never had any money to spend on the essentials so there were many items that should have never been used again, especially by a little kid. But that was one of many things her mother did or failed to do, things that lingered in the back of her mind as a silent reminder to do better for herself. Needless to say her first night back was restless and sleepless, leaving the slayer laying in bed staring at the ceiling, begging to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. But it wasn’t one and she knew that, of course she knew that, but the thought of knowing she had willingly came back...it weighed on her soul.

“Damn it, Faith! I done told you not to fuckin’ touch my things,” the woman belted out as she towered over the seven year old, finger wagging in her face before the cold harsh slap came.

Her ears ringed from the impact of the slap, her cheek stinging as a hand print formed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at her mother, still holding the small eye shadow case. “I’m sorry, momma...I just...I’m sorry,” she muttered, handing it back only to have it forcibly taken from her hands.

She must have fallen asleep, the memory dream waking her up violently. Heart pounding in her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breath coming fast as she sat up in bed. “It wasn’t real...” she told herself, shaking her head as she wiped at her eyes, trying to slow her breathing. But it had been real, had happened a long time ago, even if it did feel like it had just happened. After that, Faith couldn’t sleep so she got up and took a shower before getting dressed and grabbing the case file she had on Rebecca. She would start off with the basics, start looking in the girls usual hang out spots, her home, places like that. Then she would reach out and tap into other sources.

Rebecca’s home had been a bust as was her school. However she wasn’t giving up hope on finding the girl, knowing she was somewhere in Boston. Thing about being a slayer, they shared a connection and could sense when others were around so it was just a matter of time before she found her. Though, admittedly, as she walked around the town she once called home, she had a feeling of dread, fearing that every corner she turned, she would see her mother. Logically she knew it would be a possibility of running into her mother, but she was praying that it didn’t happen. But with the longer she wandered around, checking out each lead she had, the more the area felt familiar until there she was.

The house had never been in the best of shape but it looked worse than it had the last time she saw it. Staring up at the window that had been her bedroom a lifetime ago, the slayer swallowed thickly as she stood in the yard. No one was living there, hadn’t for quite sometime, the NO TRESPASSING sign on the door coupled with the tell tale sign of emptiness was all she needed to know. A neighbor took notice of her standing there after what seemed like hours, the brunettes eyes finally tearing from the wreckage of her childhood to look to them.

“If you’re lookin’ for the owner, you’re ‘bout six or so years too late,” the man muttered as he crossed the joint yards, pausing when he got a good look of the woman. “Ah hell...you’re Donna’s kid ain’t ya?” he asked, head tilting as he looked through the bottom of his glasses.

There really was no denying it, Faith knew that and so she gave a nod. “Yeah, that’s me. Donna’s kid,” she mumbled, eyes falling to the ground as knots began to form in her stomach. Something was wrong, had been wrong, the way he said she was six years too late... “She’s dead ain’t she?” she asked, eyes briefly glancing to the man.

He nodded, rough and calloused hands rubbing together to keep whatever heat was there. “Heart attack six years ago...May of 2006...yeah that’s right. ‘M sorry you gotta find out this way, no one knew where you were or else I’m sure somebody woulda called...” and with that, he gently placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder before he began to walk back to his home.

Deep down she had always known her mother was gone, had succumbed to her addictions. But hearing it, knowing for certain? It left her feeling a mixture of emotions. So with that information, she gave the house one last look before she walked back to the rental car and drove off. It’d be the last time she’d see the house on 1490 SE Hyland St.

Almost as if her mind was in autopilot, Faith found herself sitting outside of the cemetery where her grandmother Etta was buried. She knew that’s where her mother would be, where most folks in this part of town were buried. Getting out of the car, she made the trek into the cemetery and found her way to her grandmothers grave. It had taken her a bit, getting turned around as she hadn’t been there since she was a child, but when she found the weathered plot and the newer one next to it, she knew she’d found them.

Donna Renee Lehane Mother. Daughter. Wife 13, April 1966 - 25, May 2006 May the angels guide you home.

Again, a mixture of emotions clawed as they worked through her system as she read the plot. Silent tears running down cheeks, not sure if they were out of sadness, anger, relief, or all of the above. But that’s all she could do or show, was stand there and cry as memories flooded her mind, none of which painted her mother in the best of light. And in truth, Faith didn’t have many good memories of her mother, all the bad ones out weighing the good and burying them. So after a half hour of standing in the cold, the sky growing dark, she tore herself from the graves and began to walk towards the entrance.

In the midst of wiping at her face, the slayer tripped over a root and caught herself before her face met marble. Cursing to no one but herself and the dead that slept, she pushed herself up only to be met with a name that she had done her best to never think of or speak.

Ronald “Ronnie” Gallo Son. Brother. Friend. 23, Dec. 1975 - 08, Sep. 2001 Heaven earned a new angel.

The guttural sound she made when she read the epitaph on Ronnie’s gravestone sounded inhuman to her own ears. However it was the only reaction she ever had when she thought of the other, Ronnie having been one of the people who traumatized her just as much as her own mother had. There were no good memories of the man nor feelings as tear filled eyes stared at the marker. She had spent so much time wishing she had killed him, the only person she truly wished she had killed, or wishing he was dead in general. And now knowing that her wish had came true, there was an emptiness in her that was quickly filled with rage.

Disrespecting the dead was frowned upon by many, but Ronnie Gallo deserved no such thing. Scrambling to her feet, the slayer looked around in a fit of rage until her eyes settled on a broken piece of stone before she moved back to the marker. She had nearly beaten him to death the day she was called as the next slayer, but that wasn’t enough, no, no he deserved more. So with the strength she used to take back her freedom, she smashed and busted the grave marker, a scream twisted into a growl leaving her as she demolished and made sure no one knew who laid there six feet under the ground.

It’s unsure how much time passed between destroying the grave, getting in the car, and mindlessly driving to the furthest bar. But when she poured herself onto a stool at the bar, Faith truly wished she had pawned the job off onto one of the others. Because her biggest fear had came to light even if two monsters from her past were now dead, it didn’t matter. She’d faced them and now had to quell the memories out of fear of if she didn’t, she would spiral out. So as she sat there, she drank every beer that was placed in front of her before she switched to something harder, not even noticing that the bartender wasn’t exactly human. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have cared because nothing mattered in that moment. Not him, not Rebecca, not herself, nor the monsters that had chased her for years.

However in a moment of clarity, dark eyes finally rested on the face of the man who hadn’t questioned her and provided the drinks. He had a charming face, rugged, looked like he had seen some shit in his life as well. She would later find out what his name was, Deeks, and he would soon aid in helping her reground herself and get back on track with her whole reason of being there. But for that first night, Deeks just kept her company and kept an eye on her while she indulged herself and prayed her mind to be quiet.

However, Faith should have known that her mind would never be quiet. Not for long.

#( filling in the blank pages | drabble )#( home sweet home | drabble 01 )#traqictales

3 notes · View notes

cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

Text

Ancient Soul

Time Travel, Quirkless, Feudal Japan AU

“Your soul does not belong here.” Those were words you never thought that you would hear. Now, thrown into the past in feudal Japan, you must find a way to survive, all while struggling to avoid the growing feelings for one hot-headed war general. War, romance, death and love drive you forward, to find the place where your soul truly belongs.

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Ancient Soul tag. New chapters released every Wednesday as long as schedule permits.

Genre: Romance / Angst Story Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Sex, Death, Depictions of Violence, Alcohol

Chapter 21: Revelation

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing, Depictions of Death and Injuries Words: 2989

The kitten truly was great company to you while Bakugou was gone, as it never left your immediate vicinity, even waking up to follow you around the palace. It calmed you to have constant companionship, though you still found yourself missing your lover severely by the time he was supposed to return. You knew what he had to do was important, as dangerous as it may be, and you had done everything you could to try and just accept that. Still, there was a selfishness that you couldn’t quite rid yourself of. The time that you had together was limited, and no matter how much you tried to hide that sinking reality from your thoughts, it was impossible.

A week late from returning home, you couldn’t stop the churning feeling in your gut that was telling you something just wasn’t right. This delay was familiar to you, but not because it had happened before. Never once had he been held back or had any issues, so maybe that is what was making you so nervous. That, or it could be that this was one of the first signs of impending doom that you just refused to recognize. Because, if it was true and this was that exact delay that prevented the palace from being properly prepared for the attack, then that means there was no more than five months left.

Five months might not seem like a long time, but in this world where nothing was quick and simple, it was no time at all. On top of that, the entire five months weren’t guaranteed. You didn’t know when exactly the attack would happen at this point. There needed to be more proof, more circumstances and actions that were more concrete signs before you made any assumptions or decisions. But, with only your feline friend to keep you company while you waited for your lovers return, you couldn’t help your mind from spiraling.

When the bell finally rang through the air signaling their return, you were quick to make your way down to the stables. Although you were excited that they had finally gotten back, what you weren’t expecting was the severity of their condition.

Many soldiers had already collapsed from exhaustion, and from what you could tell, their ranks had been demolished to less than half. The many injured survivors tried to help those who were near death, and the healthy were left to carry supplies, shuffling about on sore feet and aching limbs. And, in the middle of it all, you saw the fluffy blonde head of your lover, using one arm to direct while the other helped support him on a makeshift crutch.

The urge to run to his side immediately was almost unbearable, but you knew better than to get in the middle of his work. Injured or not, Bakugou never left his troops until everything was taken care of. Right now, that meant sectioning off the injured for care, dumping off supplies, and leaving what little of the dead they had been able to bring home off to the side in preparation for burial. As you watched, stomach rolling and bubbling nervously as you worried about the state of Bakugou’s own injuries, you could see his generals all doing just as he was.

None of them seemed to be in any dire state, except for Kaminari, who was squatting amongst the injured with many bandages wrapped around his head and over one eye. Even with his injuries, he was still checking on each man, deeming who was in immediate need of attention before commanding some of the healthy to take them to the infirmary first. Kirishima, Ashido and Sero were all over the place doing this or that, and in that moment, you wished that you could help.

A presence beside you made you nearly jump out of your skin, looking up at Midoriya’s worried, freckled face. “A-ah, Midoriya, you scared me!”

“Sorry!” Midoriya’s cheeks flushed a bit at his mistake, giving you a wary smile as he reached up to rub the back of his head. “I had called you, but I suppose you didn’t hear me.”

“No, I’m… I’m distracted, I guess.” Looking back out at Bakugou, you noticed that he had paused his yelling and commands for a moment, speaking quietly to Kirishima. “He looks injured, but I can’t tell since he hasn’t turned to face me yet…”

“Their last report had said that they had failed, but it had been written so quickly that there weren’t many details… But this is severe. He’s never lost this badly before. Did… you know this was going to happen?” Although his voice was timid, as it usually was, you could hear a hint of blame behind his curious concern. Frowning, you gave a small shake of your head, keeping control of your emotions so that you didn’t snap at him. He was a much higher ranking than Bakugou, and though he was incredibly informal, you knew that it wouldn’t be good to argue.

“No, I hadn’t been able to see the severity of the loss… But I had warned him that it was going to happen. He didn’t… say anything?”

“He did mention that, but I think that his arrogance got in the way of taking your warning seriously. Until I hear the official report, though, I can’t say-- ah, Kacchan!” With Midoriya’s cry of concern, you saw Bakugou nearly collapse, only held up by Kirishima’s quick reactions. No longer caring about staying out of the way, you were quick to run to his side, supporting him from his other side to help him keep his footing.

“Katsuki, you need to rest--” Your own gasp interrupted you as you could finally see the severity of his injuries, or at least, what was covering them. His robes were basically in shreds, the huge gap and tears in them revealing a cloth bandage that wrapped around his abdomen all the way down to his right knee. It was stained and dirty, with blood, dirt, and who knows what else. The pattern of the blood gave away what shape his wounds must have been in, as the line went across his stomach and down his thigh. He had many other injuries that were left uncovered, but they were minor. This large wound, however, was life threatening, and you couldn’t believe that he had still been standing and commanding troops all this time.

“I don’t need to rest. Both of you get off me!” With a shove, Bakugou pushed Kirishima off him, though he couldn’t quite do the same since you were on his injured side. Frowning, you knew better than to take the command personally, able to see just how frustrated he was at himself. You could tell that, outside of what excruciating pain he must have been in, he was humiliated. Bakugou took his work very seriously, and he prided himself in taking charge and losing very few battles during his entire career. But this wasn’t just a simple loss. This was a powerful, crippling blow.

Able to feel him trembling from head to toe, you kept yourself beside him, giving him further support to his weakened side. “No, Katsuki, that’s enough now. Kiri and the others can take it from here, you can’t push yourself like this--”

“I can and I will!” Bakugou snapped at you, his glare darker than you had seen in a very long time. “I already let them all down… All because of what you told me! So back off, and let me do what I must!”

Feeling an ache in your chest from the pained way he blamed all of this on you, you found yourself at a loss for words, only able to stare up at him in shock. He couldn’t be serious… Could he? Was he actually upset with you, or had he just become delusional from the pain and exhaustion? In fact, you couldn’t even remember what it was he was referring to. You knew that this battle was going to be one of their biggest losses, as this was such an important one it had even been on one of your tests in college. There hadn’t been a single detail that you didn’t share with him, from what you could remember. What was it that you had told him outside of the facts that made him so upset?

“Katsuki… I--”

“I’ll die standing here if it means that I can make up for even a little bit of the trouble I caused them. Now get off me… You stupid… woman--” A weak fluttering of his eyes as followed by another near collapse, which made you fear that you were going to be crushed under his weight. Instead, he was caught again, but this time by Midoriya. The happy and bright expression he usually sported was now furrowed with a mix of obvious anger and annoyance,

“That’s enough, Kacchan. Kirishima can take over from here for you. We’re taking you to the infirmary.”

“No-!” Bakugou tried to push Midoriya off him, but it was impossible, all his energy nearly drained. “Get off me, Deku, you moron! I don’t need your help--” As the belligerent blonde tried to take a step on his own, his leg gave out on him, nearly sending him to the ground again if not for the help of his companion. With a sigh, Midoriya shared an exasperated glance with you before he started towards the infirmary, no longer finding it necessary to try and stop Bakugou as he shuffled forward with the help of his crutch.

Although you felt that, at this point, your company wasn’t something that Bakugou wanted, you followed behind them silently. With every step, gasp he made or groan of agony, you felt the weight of guilt only grow heavier on your shoulders. Yet, you still didn’t know why. What was it that you had said or didn’t say? The burning question was digging a hole right into your brain, and it didn’t stop, not even as you sat beside him while his wounds were tended to. You helped silently when it was requested of you, and you kept your gaze averted from his wounds because it was just too gruesome for you to look at. There was even a point that his pain was so severe that he clutched on tightly to your thigh, digging his fingers into your clothing and skin. It only made your heart ache further, and though what he had said to you hurt you deeply, your love for him overcame your sadness. So, you held his hand and comforted him, which is what you knew he needed right now.

Eventually, he fell into unconsciousness, sleeping through the rest of the wound cleaning and wrapping process until he was tucked up under blankets. He had already been stricken with fever from the days of traveling with an open wound, and according to Ochaco, it was truly a miracle that he was even still alive. She was even worried that he could still die at any second, and though you tried to pretend to be worried as well, you had a hard time doing so. Not because you weren’t worried in general, but just because you knew that it wasn’t yet his time. But there was something else that you did know and that you wanted to tell him as soon as possible.

This was the first sign of impending doom that you had been waiting on. The severity of the deaths and injuries, the set back of the army arriving home late, and one of the top generals out of commission told you that the huge fatal attack was going to come very soon. It rested on the tip of your tongue, burning your taste buds like you had just bitten into a sour fruit, and you wanted so badly to tell him. For days, you waited for him to regain full consciousness, the disgusting secret only growing more foul on your lips the longer you had to wait. Still, you suffered through it, taking care of him until the day he finally became alert.

It was an early morning, with heavy rain and thunder crashing. You sat beside your husband, four days worth brooding over the truth and his words to you having set you in a nearly comatose state of waiting and watching. The book in your hands had gone unread, but you kept it open just so people would assume you were reading instead of your mind drifting off into oblivion. What first pulled your attention from the blurry words was a soft groan and a shifting of his arms. With one reaching out of the duvet that covered him to push the wet rag off his forehead, he rubbed his eyes, wincing from the pain that the nearby candlelight caused.

Shutting your book, you scooted a bit closer to him, tenderly placing your hand on his chest. “Katsuki…?”

“Where the hell am I…?” Bakugou mumbled, letting his hand fall to rest over yours. Still finding the dim light unbearable, he turned his head a bit to the side, resting his face into the soft fur of your cat. “Damn cat… You’re what’s been tickling my face.” With a sweet meow, your cat stayed in its place beside his head, purring loudly in reaction to his touch. Unable to resist a small smile of your own, you turned your hand to hold his fingers gently.

“It’s your own little furry personal nurse, Katsuki.”

“Oh? Isn’t that what you are?” Although his voice was weak and the exhaustion was still apparent, he cracked a smirk with his tease, instantly making your face flush violently.

“H-hey! I am not furry…” Pouting, you squeezed his fingers lightly in punishment, though all you received was another weak chortle from him. “You wake up after four days and the first thing you want to do is tease me.”

“It’s because I love you, [F/N].”

Your heart fluttered violently, feeling a rush of sudden emotion that you thought had been locked down tight. Even though you had tried to tell yourself over and over that you knew he wouldn’t die from this, the worry had been steadily growing that maybe he wouldn’t die, but would be comatose or completely bedridden for the rest of his days. But, now that he was finally awake, the relief exploded like a bomb, and you couldn’t stop the violent wave of tears and hiccups.

“Oh Katsuki… I love you, too. I’m so glad that you’re awake.” Leaning forward, you rested your head against his chest, sobbing softly into the duvet. Pulling his free arm out from under it, he placed his hand on the back of your head, softly stroking your hair and rubbing your scalp with his fingers. The tender touch that should have calmed you only allowed more of the subdued emotions to break free, clutching on tightly to his hand, as if at any second he could vanish.

After a moment of letting you cry it out, Bakugou gave a heavy sigh. “I… didn’t mean it.”

Sniffling, you turned your head a bit to look up at his face. “What? Calling me furry? I’m not really upset about that, Katsuki--”

“--No. No, not that. I mean… what I said by the stables.”

Frown crossing your lips, you carefully sat up from him. “I… I still don’t really understand what you meant by that… I’ve tried to think about it… how I could have been the cause of what happened out there. But…-”

“You weren’t. It was me. I had thought that, if I was strong enough… If I had enough courage and power, I could change what you said was going to happen. As if… I could change the future. But instead, all of this was because of me.” Bakugou rubbed his eyes, squeezing the inner corners against the bridge of his nose as he sighed. “I went against our strategies… Thinking that, if I could just… do something else last minute, it would have a positive outcome. But I was foolish… and I lost so many men. They trusted me… I let them all down.”

The meaning behind this was more important than you would have ever really expected. Not only had he attempted to change the future, but his actions ended up the cause of what you had known. If he had truly stuck with the plans, they still would have failed, but would it have been as severe?

Does that mean…. That if we try to change what we know will happen… Those actions just end up the cause of it. So, it’s already set in stone…

“Katsuki… That just means that everything I know about what happens, what is set in stone in my era, is happening right in front of us. That no matter what I say… what we do… nothing will change what is meant to happen.” You couldn’t control the breaking of your voice or the new burning of tears in your eyes as your mind came to terms with this simple truth. You couldn’t change the future, because all along, it already included you and all the actions you had taken. The deeply furrowed brow of your lover and his strong hand tightly gripped around yours made it clear that he understood this as well.

There would be no saving anyone from the flames. There would be no long and happy life together, growing old and having a family. The fire would swallow everything, and that included the man that you adored with every inch of your soul.

And yourself.

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bakugou x reader #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #bnha writing blog #xreader #personal #ancient soul

49 notes · View notes

peonybane · 5 years

Text

Agape and Pragma: Chapter 2

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 3.9 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Smut (eventually)

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Warning: Nightmare scene surrounding the idea of an infant death and trauma coping.

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook… with more to come.

a/n: So, this one is kinda all over the place. First, bonus points for whoever knows what show I’m quoting. Secondly, this chapter is angsty as FUCK in the second half. But I promise Chapter 3 will more than make up for it. I also have no self control and am posting a day early.

<--- Previous (Chapter 1)

“You sure you don’t want to stay a few more days? I’m sure Deeba wouldn’t mind.”

“Shortstack~”

You smiled sheepishly as your best friend called you out. You weren’t ready. Even though you knew that this wasn’t forever, you still weren’t ready to let him go. He had been your rock through one of the hardest parts of your life, just as you had been for him. He held you through your mourning, through your rage, through your joy.

But deep down, you knew this what needed to be done. You could see it in his eyes; there was life there, life that had never been there before. How could you take it away from him.

He gave you a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. He may not have been a Hybrid, but working and living with them for so long had him picking up some interesting habits, such as scenting. “I’m going to miss you, Beefcake. I can’t believe you’re actually going.”

“Come on, now. Don’t guilt me like that. You’ve got so much going for you.”

You giggled out, “What do I have going for me? Is it that I’m pretty? Tell me I’m pretty, Liam.”

He laughed, knowing exactly where you were going with this. “Were I unwed I would take you in a manly fashion.”

“Because I’m pretty?”

He laughed. “Because you’re pretty.”

You both laughed, pulling away from each other. Liam flicked your forehead. “Don’t overwork yourself. And if I find out from one of these three that you’re overworking yourself again, don’t think I won’t come back and ask Deeba to beat sense into you for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’m sure I can handle myself. And I’m glad that you finally found your other half.”

While Liam smiled down at you, you could still sense a bit of guilt and sadness radiating off of him. You knew why— he felt guilty about finding his own happiness when you’ve only started finding a new one. You lightly patted his cheek. “Go… be happy.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead. No more needed to be said. You both had said everything you needed to. Besides, it’s not like this was goodbye for forever.

Liam turned his attention to the boys. Immediately, Taehyung pulled him into a tight hug, mumbling something about how much he was going to miss him again as he scented Liam. Liam just chucked and rubbed Taehyung’s floppy brindle ears, knowing that it was one of the best ways to calm him down, and more importantly, to stop him from bawling.

As soon as Taehyung was done saying goodbye. Liam did another couple of rounds of fair wells with the other two. Taehyung joined your side, his head hanging a bit in sadness. You leaned against him, reminding him that you were there for him. He rested his head on yours as you guys watched Liam wrestle with Jungkook and Hoseok one last time before he bid you all one last farewell.

Your giant puppy let out a sad little whimper as Liam disappeared into the crowd. You reached up and ruffled Taehyung’s unruly hair. “It’s not forever, Tae Tae. Just imagine, once he and his wife are settled in, they’ll come visit us.”

Taehyung nuzzled into your hand, looking down at you with sad eyes. He took your palm in his and brought it to his lips, leaving small kisses in the center of it. A light blush rose in your cheeks, still not used to Taehyung’s chosen form of affection with you. You continued, giving him a sweet smile, “Will getting some ice cream help?”

If you didn’t know any better, your roommates had teleported into the car, with Hoseok in the driver’s seat. You laughed, turning to join them. This was it. This was your family now.

^~^~^~^~^

The days before had been busy and tear filled as Liam explained his decision to the boys, with Jungkook being the surprisingly biggest weeper. In the few days that Liam was home, he transferred the deed to you; complete ownership of the house and the acreage that surrounded it now belonged to you.

It didn’t feel real yet, even as the boys helped Liam when they could with putting his stuff in boxes and helping him pack the things he would need immediately in some suit cases. It still didn’t feel real yet even as the boys starting moving things out of your room while you worked and into the master bedroom at Liam’s behest. It didn’t feel real even as Liam had Deeba Skype you all for the first time. It didn’t feel real even as you cooked Liam’s favorite meal of stuffed cabbage rolls and pilaf for his going away dinner.

No, it didn’t feel real until later that night after dropping off Liam that when you dragged yourself off to bed, only to find that your weighted blanket had been removed from your old room, along with most of your stuff.

You realized that the boys had moved it to the master bedroom when you hesitantly entered. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. This… this was reality. This was your new home.

After changing into pajamas you climbed into the massive bed. Sure it was the comfiest bed you had ever laid in, but it was cold. It was too big. It felt so… impersonal. You got up for a moment and gathered all of the pillows together, creating a barrier. Laying back down again, that barrier made it easier to fall asleep, almost as if someone was spooning you from behind.

^~^~^~^~^

“Hobi, are you sure it’s alright for me to tag along?”

“It’s more than alright. In fact, I think Jin would pout if he found out you weren’t coming with.”

You could help but chuckle a little as Hobi pulled into the drive away of this little cafe on the outskirts of town called ‘Seesaw.’ “Is that right, now? I didn’t think I left that strong of an impression.”

Hoseok nodded his head excitedly as he parked the car. He got out and rushed over to your side of the car, opening the door for you and you unbuckled yourself, his fluffy tail going at a hundred miles per hour. Upon helping you out of the car, Hoseok lead you towards the cafe.

As soon as you entered, Jin flagged you both down, calling Hoseok’s name. As you walked towards him, you noticed that there was another sitting with him as well. You were a bit surprised to see the Hybrid from the other night, Yoongi.

Both men stood as you and Hoseok joined them. Jin and Hoseok did a quick bro hug then Jin turned to you. He took your hand once again and kissed it. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“You as well, Jin.”

Stepping back, he waved towards Yoongi. “This is my dear friend, Yoongi.”

Eyeing you a bit, Yoongi took your hand and shook it. You smiled at him. “It lovely to finally meet you, Yoongi. And thank you for the drink from last time.”

“And you as well. I’m glad you liked it.”

Jin smiled from ear to ear; there was a knowing glint in his eye. As you all sat yourself down, a waitress came by to take your orders. Jin and Hoseok ordered some sort of complicated lattes, with Jin ordering a spiced coffee cake to go along with his. Yoongi ordered an iced americano and an old fashion donut, which surprised you a bit. His initial impression making you believe he was more of a black coffee type of guy. You ordered an iced caramel macchiato.

The waitress smiled and nodded, walking away to place your orders. As soon as she was out of earshot, Jin turned to you, “I hope the drive here wasn’t terrible. It’s a little out of the way but they make the best coffee in town.”

You smiled back, “Well, with your recommendation it must be absolutely spectacular.”

You all continued to exchange small talk and pleasantries. Well, you, Hoseok, and Jin exchanged pleasantries. Yoongi just sat there, staring off into the distance, kind of out of it actually. Soon the waitress returned with your drinks and promised to be back with the food. You all thanked her and took sips on your drinks. Well, except Yoongi. He was downing his coffee like his life depended on it.

Quipping an eyebrow, you asked, “Sleepless night?”

The ears perched high on Yoongi’s head swiveled around a bit. “A few actually.”

He sighed then leaned back, rubbing the back of neck. “Haven’t been able to write anything good enough for work. Not to mention the stresses of finding a new place.”

“A new place?”

Jin replied, “Yeah, our landlord gave us final notice that now instead of turning the condos into a hotel he’s going to demolish the whole thing and turn it into a store as soon as possible. We got until the end of the month to move out.”

As the waitress came back with the food (when she brought Yoongi’s doughnut, Jin couldn’t help but say, ‘The serval has been served,’ before letting out a windshield wiper laugh), Yoongi seemed to have sensed the question forming in the back of your mind. Taking a bite of his doughnut, asked for you, “You’re wondering how two successful working bachelors are rooming together?”

You blushed a little, hanging your head in shame.

“That one,” Yoongi pointed to Jin, “Is only good for cooking and basic cleaning. He can’t do laundry, plumping, or handle bills to save his life. I, luckily, am the opposite. Not to mention,” he took another bite of his donut, “He puts pretty much all of his extra money into his restaurant and helping some people with paying for their tuition. I get a head of myself and let Hoseok talk me into donating to every charity he’s involved in.”

You looked at him in mild surprise as he continued to munch on his doughnut, looking quite disinterested in the rest of the world. Jin on the other hand had enough shame for the both of them for once, the tips of ears turning a nice shade of scarlet. You sipped on your coffee for a moment to distract yourself.

As you looked out the window, you had a thought. The words were out your mouth before you could even stop them. “Why don’t you guys move in with us? Even if its just for a little while until you guys can find your own place.”

Jin choked a little on his coffee. Yoongi’s usual neutral expression was broken by raised eyebrows, his large ears at attention. Hoseok looked over at you with an excited smile, his butt starting to wiggle from the force of his tail wagging from under him. “That’s a great idea!”

Jin interrupted, “We don’t want to be intruding.”

You replied, “Believe me, you’ll be far from it. With only half of the rooms being occupied, it’ll be more than welcomed. Besides, if you really feel guilty about it, you can pay rent if you’d like. Though I won’t charge you rent if you cook once a week and Yoongi plays us a song once in a while. I’ll just ask that you contribute to the pool for utilities. We do it evenly between us.”

This time you couldn’t keep the smile from gracing your lips as you looked at the both of them. Jin and Yoongi exchanged glances. Jin spoke first, “Could we get back to you on that?”

Your smile grew even bigger. “Of course.”

And with that you let the conversation naturally flow, getting to know the two other men.

^~^~^~^~^

Just two short weeks later, Jin and Yoongi were moving in. Hoseok insisted that Yoongi take over your old room, conveniently making them room neighbors. Jin took the room across from Jungkook and as all the boys were moving the boxes in, you could already hear the yelling from Jin as Jungkook continued to make fun of the other man.

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself in the kitchen as you continued to cook the welcome dinner. You had tried to help the boys with moving Jin and Yoongi in but quickly realized that it was futile as five healthy, strong men were way more than enough as they moved Yoongi’s piano into a corner of the living room.

Dinner ended up being simple— just some pasta, grilled chicken, and a salad. Nothing too fancy, but certainly in big enough portions to keep up with five ravished Hybrids.

Their timing was perfect since all five ended up in the kitchen just as you were finishing up with cooking dinner. “Oh! Shortstack! This smells delicious!”

Hoseok came up behind you and hugged you, leaning in and sniffing your hair. You giggled and you tried to push him away. “EWWWWWWW…. Boy cooties!”

Hoseok laughed again, deciding to cover you in even more sweat as you protested, his tail smacking the counters in excitement. Finally he let you go, grabbing a plate to start piling food on. Taehyung showed Jin and Yoongi how dinner went when you all were able to sit down together.

Nothing fancy or formal, rather, it was comfortable and casual with everyone just grabbing a plate and piling on food. Jin looked at Jungkook, startled as he sat down across from him at the table, having piled on more chicken than anything else on his plate.

You laughed, looking at Jungkook’s plate as you also settled in to eat. “You think you got enough food there, Wild Boar?”

Stuffing his face, Jungkook replied, “That’s Bun Bun to you.”

You let out an unladylike snort as you peered over at Jin, a confused look gracing his face. “I- I don’t understand.”

In between mouthfuls, Taehyung replied, “Even though Kookie is a rabbit Hybrid, we’re pretty sure the scientists messed up and spliced him with some sort of predator as well. My money is on bear.”

In quick session Hoseok replied, “Mountain lion.”

Then followed by you, “Wild boar.”

Hoseok continued, “Kookie is big for a rabbit, even for a lop.”

You interrupted, “Don’t forget unusually strong.”

He continued as Jungkook just shot the room his usual bunny smile, “He’s aggressive as hell and the only ones that can take him on in wrestling are Liam and Tae.”

Indignantly you said, “What about me?”

Jungkook laughed. “Shortstack… hate to break this to you, but I let you win.”

You made a face of mock hurt, pointing your fork at him, ready to fence. “Raise your fork, Kookie! My honor is at stake! En garde!”

Kookie laughed, humoring you. You both sparred for a little bit, but as always, Kookie won. As you pouted, very unhappy with your loss, Hoseok leaned over and ruffled your hair. Jin finished his food, patting his belly, “Yah, that was wonderful. Thank you very much!”

You couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way onto your face. Yoongi looked over at Taehyung, who was pouting a bit. “What’s the matter with you, puppy?”

“I was hoping she’d make her famous poppyseed rolls….”

You sighed, clearing the table with Jungkook’s help. “Tae Tae, you know ‘Crack Rolls’ are only for birthdays and Christmas.”

“But it’s a special occasion!”

“You know I can’t make them while you’re working.”

Jin quipped an eyebrow. “‘Crack Rolls?’”

Jungkook started laughing as your face flushed a deep scarlet. Hoseok joined in on the laughter as he accompanied Jungkook in washing the dishes. He said, “She makes these fantastic poppyseed rolls. They’re so good, you can’t stop eating them until they’re all gone.”

Jungkook continued from there, “Tae gets his own roll for that reason. The biggest problem is that every time he seems to have one, he’s always randomly selected for a drug test at the school he works at. And he comes back as positive. Every. Single. Time.”

You all had a laugh at poor Tae’s expense. His entire face flushed and you were sure if you could see through the fur covering his ears, those would be beet red as well. You walked back over to Taehyung and kissed his cheek, which only made him turn even redder, but even as a regular human, you could tell it stopped him from being embarrassed. “I’ll make you a batch when school is no longer in session. Deal?”

You held out you pinkie finger for him. Even his own pinkie engulfed yours by its sheer size as he hooked it around your own. “Deal.”

The smile on your face grew bigger. You pulled away from Tae and turned to the rest of them. “You two get ready. Puppy piles are a regular thing in this house. So tonight, what will it be? Indiana Jones or Harry Potter?”

^~^~^~^~^

Nothingness. That was what surrounded you. Well almost. It was dark, except for the little pin prick of light, off in the distance. You stumbled towards it, the only refuge in this seemingly endless darkness.

Instead of feeling safer as you got closer, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. As you approached, you noticed that the light was emanating from an old television set. You advanced with caution.

At first, the screen was covered in static. But the closer you drew near, images would increasingly flash across the staticy snow. With each flash, you could tell what was appearing on the screen, each image making your heart hammer harder and harder.

At first it was vague, just a baby. But as the flashes increased, became clearer and clear that it was your baby. Once you were in touching distance, the static ceased. Instead this time, the sight before you had tears welling in your eyes.

From your arms, your baby was roughly grabbed, tearing them from you as she wailed bloody murder. You screamed for whoever it was to stop, but the you on the screen couldn’t do anything, it was as if you were frozen, completely unable to move a single muscle. The screen flashed static for moment before it switched to Taka’s face. An unknown woman, faceless, stood behind him as he passively dropped your daughter… as if he were dropping a ball.

Your wails started to mesh with the babies until she suddenly fell silent. You fell to your knees, clawing at the screen, trying to do something…. Anything to try to save her.

Your wails were cut short by a sudden, slicing pain in your abdomen. You pressed your hands your abdomen, looking down to find blood… so much blood.

Suddenly, you heard a wail once more… a baby’s wail. At first, the pain kept you from figuring where the sound was coming from. Your heart stopped as you realized it was coming from your abdomen.

You scratched at your abdomen, crying, scared and confused. You didn’t know what to do. You just needed to save her. Just needed to—

You were violently shaken awake, Taehyung’s panicked voice calling your name. Adrenaline still pumping through your system, you stared back at Taehyung’s panicked face. You looked around the room, seeing your other roommates standing in your doorway looking frazzled. Jin and Yoongi looked confused and scared. Jungkook and Hoseok standing on either side of your bed, ready to help Taehyung if need be. Heeding them for only a moment, your panic returned, the adrenaline and the images still fresh in your head.

Scratching at your now red stomach, tears still streaming down your face, you cried, “T-Tae, I have to help her. She’s hurt or worse. Tae! W-Where’s my baby? Where is she?! T-Taka! He took her—“

Tae took ahold of your wrists, using his strength to overpower you, trying to keep your from hurting yourself even further. He called your name over and over again, his voice trembling as you continued to fight him. You continued panicking, only to soon find a pair of strong arms hugging you from behind. Jungkook whispered your name in your ear, “Shhhh… please. Please stop hurting yourself. It won’t fix everything that’s already been broken.”

You started hyperventilating, your mind still reeling with fear, with anger, with grief. Slowly, you started to stop fighting. Weeping weakly as both Taehyung and Jungkook released their hold on you, you closed your eyes.

The boys shifted, Taehyung moved to get in a better position, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his hands still loosely encircled around your wrists for fear of you trying to hurt yourself. Leaning his head against your own, he started singing to you. It was low and you weren’t exactly sure what it was he was singing, but it sounded like one of the lullabies he would sing to his kindergarteners during nap time.

Jungkook removed himself from the bed, keeping a wary on Tae. He let Hoseok take his place.

Slowly, Hoseok reached towards you, lifting your shirt to check if you’d added any more scars to your stomach. Hoseok kept an eye on Taehyung even as he examined you, knowing how protectively aggressive he would become around you whenever you had an episode like this. During these episodes, Taehyung barely let Hoseok near you, never mind Jungkook; the only reason Jungkook was able to hug you was because of how distracted Taehyung was, trying to keep you from hurting yourself. The only reason Taehyung let Hoseok near you was because as a fellow canine Hybrid, Hoseok had the same instincts as Taehyung, though not quite as strong— no one had as strong of instincts as Taehyung did.

As soon as Jin and Yoongi took a hesitant step into the room, Taehyung gave them a warning growl, making them both stop mid step. Jungkook swallowed, taking that as his cue to excuse himself, still keeping an eye on Taehyung as he did so. “Come on. Let’s go get the first aid kit for Hobi. I’ll explain what’s going on to you.”

Jungkook dragged the other two away. The moment they were no longer in view, Taehyung turned his full attention back on you. He brought one wrist to his lips (instead of your palm like he had down earlier that day), kissing the scars from the time you’d tried to scratch your wrists open from a similar nightmare. As he kissed, your finger grazed his cheek. The wetness found there brought your attention to it.

You turned slightly to look up at his face. His brow was knit together in worry, his normally perky and floppy ears were flush with his head. His eyes were brimming with tears he was desperately trying to hold back. Your lip trembled looking at him before you gave in and buried your face into his chest, weeping.

Taehyung held you tightly, grounding you as you wept, Hoseok stroking your hair.

Whispering in your ear, Taehyung reassured you, “None of this is your fault. If I could I would take your pain for you. Stop blaming yourself. Please… stop punishing yourself.”

He kissed the crown of your head and continued to sing softly to you. You fell into a dreamless sleep, still wrapped in Taehyung’s arms.

As always, reviews, comments, asks, and tags are always loved! ~Peony

Next (Chapter 3) —>

Agape and Pragma Masterlist

Masterlist

388 notes · View notes

curly-cal · 5 years

Text

L.H | Playing Innocent

Premise: greaser!luke au where he gets a special surprise from the Golden Girl

Word Count: 3105

Warnings: swearing, oral (18+)

A/N: hiya, this has been requested, hope ya’ll like! i know its suppose to be greaser!universe type thing and that its technically suppose to be set in the 60′s but i wrote it in the time frame of maybe 1980′s? i felt like it was easier that way for me as its not a series i wanted to do an immense amount of research on. This is also my first publish on this blog of any of my writing so i hope you like and pleeease give me feedback. Critique. anything. Its sooo helpful to know what ya’ll like and don’t. Also thank u for requesting bc this was fun to write and now im craving greaser!luke to take me for a spin on his bike. enjoy! xx

Masterlist

It wasn’t as if maths was something he struggled with, in fact, Luke considered himself quite clever when it came to the subject. However, when he found out that y/n was offering her spare time to anyone in the class who needed help, he thought it to be the perfect opportunity to get her to speak to him.

To Luke she was the prettiest girl in the school, maybe even the prettiest on the North side of Riverwood. He was enchanted by the way her hair fell in her face, the way her eyes crinkled in concentration, and how she had an answer to every question Mr. Dundell asked in class.

But Luke had a reputation that he was very well aware of, so he found it difficult to get someone like her to give him even the slightest of her time. She was a typical Good Girl in his eyes. She always got straight A’s, her attire was always perfect, she went home to a happy family, performed in the school plays and volunteered at the diner on weekends.

It wasn’t as if he was afraid to talk to her, not at all, Luke just found it much easier to go after the girls that were throwing themselves at him, rather than chase after some preppy little spoilt girl that would be too frigid to do anything with him anyway, so instead, he admired her from afar. He definitely thought about all the things he would do to her, though, all the ways he could put that chatty little smart-ass mouth to use, and when he did think of those candy pink lips wrapped around his cock, he found himself making excuses so he could go rub one off over her in the boys bathrooms.

He was sitting up in the bleachers when he was caught, she was running laps around the oval for gym and for a split second she let her eyes stray from the path in front of her. They locked with his for only a short moment, but to Luke it felt like a lifetime. When she looked away, however, Luke found himself a little disappointed. A small sigh left his lips, one which didn’t go unnoticed by the hazel eyed greaser to his right.

“You jonesing for that preppy still Hemmings?” Ashton smirked, a tone in his voice that only portrayed mockery.

Luke rolled his eyes at his friend, diverting his attention to him nethertheless. “Shut up.”

Ashton let out a chuckle, but continued on with his teasing. “Isn’t she tutoring? Why don’t you ask dollface to help you out, then you can feel her up, get rejected and move on from this ridiculous crush you can’t seem to piss off.”

And that was how the plan became.

Later on that afternoon, Luke found himself transfixed on the girl who sat 3 seats in front and one across from where he had been sitting. She had a piece of hair curled around her finger as she listened to Mr. Dundell explain the notions of algebra. The school day was coming to an end, and not yet had Luke had the opportunity to speak to her since gym. He had a plan to catch her after class when everyone was cleared out, knowing full well that she’d stick around to speak to the teacher about extra notes, that was when he was going to make his move. He planned on playing the fool. To go over to Mr. Dundell and express how difficult he found the assignment and hoped she’d offer, or at-least the teacher would recommend her assistance, and that would be where the plan would begin.

30 minutes went by before the bell rung, then a sea of students jumped up and headed for the door in a rush, leaving only a few left behind. Luke watched as she packed away her things and headed straight to the teacher, where she did infact stand and ask for extra notes.

He quickly jumped up, grabbing his things and headed over to where they stood, but before he could reach her, she was off. Damn it. He thought to himself. He quickly ran after her, calling out her name in hopes she’d hear him in the pit of noise that filled the halls.

He finally caught up to her once she stopped at her locker, his hand flew flat against the locker beside hers, catching her attention as she looked up at the smirking boy standing before her.

“You’re a difficult girl to catch, darlin’” he grinned and wiped a stray strand of curl out of his face.

Her frown was deep, but sat alongside confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped to rethink her words for a second. “What do you want?” She eventually spoke, but turned to continue putting her things away.

“Want your help, darlin’ my maths isn’t too good. Heard ya willin’ to help out”

Her ears perked at this, she turned and gave him and amused expression. “You want my help? No way.” She laughed as she closed her locker. Y/n began to walk away but frowned as Luke moved in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“And why not?” He was a little confused, but refused to show her anything but arrogance as he smirked down at her. “Where ya going, Darlin’?”

“Firstly, my names y/n, and secondly, I know you’re not struggling, Luke, you have one of the highest grades in the class. Besides, do you know how it’ll look if I’m seen with you? Already there’s a million eyes watching us.” She spoke as she scanned the hall.

Luke couldn’t help but let out a laugh at this. “You scared to be seen with me, Darlin’? You didn’t strike me as someone who cared about her reputation.”

“I don’t.” She huffed, her back straightening as she tried to stand tall, as if it would help her deceive him.

“Then help me.” He smirked, stepping closer, letting his face inch closer to hers in an attempt to seduce her. “I’ll come by the diner tomorrow, you can help me after you finish.” He winked at her and before she had an opportunity to interject, he was gone, leaving y/n standing in front of her locker in a state of confusion.

“What the heck”

It was Saturday afternoon and y/n was just finishing up the last of her duties at work. Luke hadn’t come by yet, much to her relief. She was hoping he’d just forget and she could go straight home and work on her assignment, not that she had much left, considering she had already finished most of the work yesterday after her class. Y/n wasn’t sure how the hell she had even managed to get as much done as she did, considering most of what she could think about was the blonde, curly-haired boy who was forcing her to help him.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t know of Luke, because she did. She knew of his reputation, and how he was considered trouble, he and the rest of his pals. The town called them the misfortunates of Riverwood. Notorious for getting into fights, graffiting the back of public toilets and getting caught and arrested by the police for public indecency, which was usually because they were screwing girls in their cars at the drive-in movies.

Being seen with him would definitely make her the talk of the town, and that’s what she was afraid of. Not because she cared of what the people thought, but because her parents had dressed her up as the towns ‘Golden Girl’. She loved her parents and wouldn’t ever want to do anything to displease them, which was why she was nervous. She knew that the reputation her parents tried so hard to maintain, for her benefit and theirs, would be demolished within seconds if people started to think she was in cahoots with the town's biggest trouble maker.

Her thoughts were abrupted by the sound of the diner doorbell, her eyes flicking to the man that had just been taking up her thoughtspace.

She wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was attractive, especially with him standing there in his leather jacket, his curls styled perfectly atop his head, jeans clinging tightly to his legs with what seemed to be a match stick rested between his lips. He gave her a wink as he began to stride over to her. “Darlin’” he nodded in an attempt to greet her. “Ya finished?”

She let out a small sigh, her hands going to the back of her body to untie the apron that adorned her. “Find a booth, I’ll be out in a second.” She turned on her heel and walked out the back, Luke doing as she said and finding a seat somewhere in the back of the diner.

When she came back out, she noticed his books out on the table, but caught a glimpse of him at the dukebox instead. She walked over to where he stood and cleared her throat. “We need to start so I’m home before 6 o’clock.” She sat down and began to flick through her notes.

“Early.” He hummed. “Ya parents strict, Darlin’?” He questioned as he chose a song and then returned to the booth, finally accompanying her.

She rolled her eyes, wishing she could lie without him knowing, but she knew he’d see right through it so she decided to not answer.

Luke let out a small chuckle, removing the stick between his teeth and let it slip between his fingers before speaking again. “Ya do everything they tell ya, Darlin’? They got ya on a leash or something?” He questioned.

“We’re here because you can’t do simple math, Luke, so how about we focus on that.” She bit back, clearly becoming agitated with his questioning.

His hands flew up, but he didn’t bother to hide the smirk that couldn’t help but permanently stick to his face. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, just tryna see if you’re really as innocent as ya perceive, Darlin’.. clearly ya are.”

The book in her hands thudded against the table, causing a loud bang to fill the diner. Her eyes narrowed at him, a small huff leaving her lips. “Am not.”

“Pretty girls got anger. Don’t let daddy see.” He winked. “Cmon, you’re not fooling anyone, sweets. Everyone knows ya wouldn’t do anything a respected lady wouldn’t do. Would ya, darlin’?”

At this she rolled her eyes. She knew what he was doing. He was testing her, trying to get her to do something that would convince him she wasn’t who she pretended to be. He wanted to see how the real y/n behaved. Which was exactly what he was about to get.

“Fine. You want to see me be naughty? Because I can be naughty.” She hummed. When Luke only laughed at her words, a small ‘yeah right darlin’ left his lips she grinned back at him, a devilishly grin that he wasn’t ready for.

Her eyes grew bright, but filled with a strange colour. “I’ll prove it.” She stood, grabbing her things and quickly packing them away. She began to walk off, and when he didn’t follow, she turned on her heel and looked at him. “Are you coming or what?”

Luke jumped out of his seat and quickly ran after her, tossing everything he had brought into his own bag in the midst of motion. They walked out the front of the store and she turned to him. “Where’s your bike?” She smirked.

Luke’s brows raised but he didn’t speak a word, mainly because he was slightly in shock and confused about what was happening. He wasn’t sure how she was going to show him, but a thrill of excitement washed over him as they both walked to his bike. He helped her on and climbed on afterwards. He didn’t have a helmet to give, but she didn’t seem to mind.

As they drove off, her arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Luke was sure he even felt her hand slip a few times against his member, but he wasn’t convinced it was on purpose, so he stayed quiet, and instead focused on the feeling of her breath on the back of his neck. “Where are we going?” He yelled out.

She grinned and pointed south. “Parklands, Hemmings.”

Luke pulled up at the reserve along the water. Trees surrounded them both as he put down the bike stand and waited for her to climb off before following suits. “What’re we doin’ her, darlin’?”

She smirked, her eyes glued to the boy before her as he leaned against his bike. “You wanted to know how innocent I was. I want to show you.” She spoke, seductive-like as she let her pointer finger run down his chest.

Luke’s eyes widened as he finally realised what she meant, but smirked as he began to play along. “Ya gonna show me how naughty you are, darlin’? Nah ya ain’t got it in ya.”

Her lips turned into a slight pout at his teasing. “You don’t know the half of it, Hemmings.” She hummed as she moved closer. She let her eyes stay glued to his as she began to slowly peel off his jacket. “You don’t know how good my mouth feels, how sweet my lips taste. How hot your body would feel up against mine.” She smirked, watching as Luke swallowed a lump in his throat. “You don’t know how well I can make you cum inside my innocent little mouth.”

He let out a small moan, his eyes filling with lust as he watched the girl before him inch closer to him. All of the things he could only imagine doing with her was about to happen and he couldn’t wait to see how good that dirty mouth of hers felt. His dick grew harder and harder at her words, and all he needed was some sense of touch, so when she refused to give him what he wanted, and continued to tease him with her words, he began to grow agitated. “Darlin’, ya gonna prove ya ain’t all talk or am I gonna have to bend you over and get it out of ya?” He growled.

She smirked at this, her tongue clicking in disapproval. Her hands moved back against his chest, her nails scratching down the material against his chest, eliciting small moans from his lips. Once she had reached the bottom of his shirt, her fingers gently wrapped around the material and began to tug the white t-shirt that clung heavenly to his chest, up over his head and let it fall over his bike where his jacket hung.

Y/n moved quickly, pressing her lips to the exposed skin above his collarbone as she then began to let her lips make their way down his body, stopping a few times to nip and suck on his skin, making sure to leave love bites. Heck, she thought, if I’m going do this, might as well make it memorable. As she slowly reached the bottom of his torso, she found herself falling to her knees. Luke’s hands instantly tangled in her hair as she began to undo his jeans and slide them down his legs. She could see his hard on showing through his briefs, the sight of his large cock making her stomach turn in excitement. She slowly pressed her lips to Luke’s v-line while her fingers began the work of pulling off his boxers.

Once his cock was free, she let her kisses trail to the underside of his shaft, then slowly began to let her tongue trail over his prominent vein.

Even just her breath fanning him had Luke seeing stars, he tried so hard to watch her, but with every small, teasing action, Luke found his eyes drifting shut and his head rolling back in euphoria.

Once her tongue reached the tip of his cock, she hummed slightly, waiting for his eyes to reconnect with hers, and when they did, she gave him a cheeky grin before wrapping her lips around his head completely. A small moan left her lips as she tasted the pre-cum against her tastebuds. Y/n made sure her eyes never once left Luke’s as she began to the bob her head up and down against his cock, small moans escaping her lips and filling the quiet void that surrounded them, her tongue made work on running along his shaft as she continued to blow him.

Luke’s eyes were squinted, his lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as he let loud moans dance with hers. His hands worked her hair, fingers tangling and then releasing as he forced her down on his dick further. The moans and occasional gags began to feel all too much, the familiar feeling in his stomach forming as he looked down at the beautiful sight before him. “Darlin’ ya so good. Darlin’ ‘m gonna cum, ya gotta stop.”

When she refused to stop, Luke’s hands attempted to pull her off, but were met with her own, swatting them away. She continued to run her tongue as she bobbed her head, purposely moaning against his cock until she could feel liquid fill her mouth.

A loud grunt left his lips alongside a loud “fuck Darlin’ ‘m cumin’” as he released his load inside her. She continued to work him through his high, both of them now releasing quiet, short moans as she milked him of his orgasm.

After he had finished, he carefully helped her off his cock, a loud ‘pop’ noise leaving her lips as she smirked and looked up at him.

His chest was heavy and breathing uneven, but all he could pay attention to was the girl before him, down on her knees, looking up at him with a devilish smirk on her face, alongside a whole heap of saliva, mixed with his cum. “Not so innocent now, hm?” She smirked.

Luke let out a low chucked, his finger moving to wipe at the mess on her face before forcing his finger in her mouth for her to suck clean. “Not so much, darlin’ not so much.” He smirked as he removed his finger. “Should’ve asked for ya help earlier, who knew what I was missin’ out on.”

She grinned at that then stood up. “You never needed my help, did you hemmings?”

“Nah, but now Darlin’, now I might just.”

#luke hemmings #5sos #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings imagine #5sos smut #5sos imagine #5sos one shot #5sos blurb #luke hemmings blurb #ashton irwin #luke hemmings x reader

26 notes · View notes

180abroad · 5 years

Text

Day 144: Going East

Today, after two and a half months in (mostly) English-speaking countries, it was finally time to dive back into continental Europe. And we'd be diving pretty deep--all the way over to Poland.

After our last British breakfast, we took a taxi out to the Inverness airport. Our flight was at 10:55, and our host had recommended leaving at 8:30 to make sure we had plenty of time.

Back when we first arrived in Scotland, we'd thought that flying out of Dublin was as easy as it could get (not counting the Burger King incident). But Inverness was on another level. Checking in, dropping off our bags, and going through security took less than 15 minutes total. That left us plenty of time to browse the airports impressively stocked whisky shop and admire the airport's three gates. Not three terminals--three gates.

Our flight was with KLM Royal Dutch Airlines and included a layover in Amsterdam. We were a little nervous about the layover because it would only be 35 minutes long. But the tickets had all been booked directly through KLM, so we figured that we could trust their judgement.

It worked out, but I’m not so sure about their judgement.

Our flight from Inverness actually left early, and we arrived in Amsterdam over ten minutes ahead of schedule. Which was a very good thing, because we were at the far end of one terminal while our next flight was at the far end of the opposite terminal. And half of the moving walkways were out of service. And we had to go through passport control.

There was a fast-track lane for short connections at passport control, but an attendant told us to go into the main line anyway. This wasn’t an Inverness or even a Dublin line–this was a major-international-hub line. After waiting in this line for about ten minutes, our mental math was raising red flags. We would have a hard time getting through the line before our flight took off, let alone getting all the way to the gate, which was still a considerable walk beyond the passport control desks.

Just as we were getting ready to ask again, another attendant came up and shouted for us to get over into the fast-track line.

Passports stamped, we speedwalked straight to the gate, bypassing several badly needed bathrooms, and only just made it to the gate at the scheduled opening time. If our plane from Inverness hadn't arrived early, we might not have made it to our gate even if we hadn't gotten stuck at passport control.

Luckily for us, our next plane was also late, so we had time to use the toilets and grab a cold beverage from a vending machine before hopping on the bus that took us to our plane. It was smaller than the plane we took from Dublin to Edinburgh, but it did have jet engines instead of turboprops–so I still count it as an upgrade.

The flight was smooth, and soon enough we were stepping out into Krakow's John Paul II Airport. We decided to get some Polish Złotys (pronounced “zwah-tes”) from the airport ATMs (or "Bankomats") before hailing a taxi from into town. We ended up withdrawing way more money than we needed--the interface had been designed to make it look like you couldn't pull out smaller amounts unless you looked closely.

As it turned out, we probably would have been better off skipping ATMs in Poland altogether.

I always imagined Eastern Europe as a very cash-based place, but that couldn't have been further from the truth--at least in Krakow. Everyone there seems to use credit cards for everything. Spending the 100zł bills that we'd gotten from the ATMs (worth about $25 US) was nearly impossible. Even at large grocery stores and tourist sites, the cashiers would just shake their heads and smile at us condescendingly as if we were simpletons trying to pay with rocks.

We eventually went looking for a bank or currency exchange that would break some of our larger bills for us and gave up after a frustratingly unsuccessful hour of searching. Two of the currency exchanges (or "kantors") practically laughed us out of the doors.

I have to admit that I got angry once or twice over this odd phenomenon. There are ATMs everywhere in Krakow. How is it possible that everyone is using them when the money they dispense is worthless?

It actually seemed like there was a shortage of small bills and coins going on. When I tried to buy 41zł worth of groceries with a 50zł note, the cashier was visibly distressed at the prospect of having to scrounge together 9zł in change. When Jessica managed to rustle up a 1zł coin from her wallet (bringing the change to a single 10zł bill), the cashier's face lit up with relief and gratitude.

All of this wouldn't have been a much smaller deal if my credit card hadn't stopped working back in Scotland. We never figured out why, but at some point my credit card's chip had gotten corrupted and slowly started working less and less reliably. By the time we reached Krakow, it had stopped working altogether. I eventually got comfortable using Android Pay at places that took it, but Jessica ended up making most of our in-person purchases for the remaining two months of the trip.

But all of that was still ahead of us in the coming hours and days. For now, we happily made our way to the airport taxi stand with cash in hand and got a ride into town.

The first thing that struck me about Poland–and I noticed it from the airplane window before we even landed–was the totally unique landscape. I’ve seen forests, farmland, and urban sprawl before, but never mixed together quite so thoroughly. On the 30-minute drive from the airport into town, we passed through dense forests, low-density farmland, and a wilderness adventure park. Even in the suburban periphery of the city, apartment blocks are separated by cornfields as well as vacant lots.

This patchwork aesthetic extends to the architecture of the old city itself. On any given street, the buildings form a mosaic that tells the long and turbulent story of Poland’s past, from the middle ages through the 21st century. Many struck me as ironically eastern European, with inward-sloping buttressed walls and steep, almost pagoda-like roofs. Others looked straight out of Renaissance Venice or Imperial Vienna. And, of course, there are the Brutalist mementos of Soviet austerity.

What holds it all together is a charmingly rough-around-the-edges spirit of making do with what you have. Concrete walls patched with plaster, plaster walls patched with plywood. Walking down an alleyway between two buildings, you might tread on tile, cement, and gravel all in the space of thirty yards.

But this is not a third-world country. Enter into one of these unassuming domiciles, and you might find a surprisingly luxurious abode.

Like ours.

Poland is not a wealthy country. But that means that a little money can go a long way. And while you may trip on a pothole or slip on a patch of sand outdoors, you can come home to a bathtub bigger than any I’ve enjoyed in the States.

The second thing I noticed about Poland are the people. They are both the most reserved and the most outgoing people I’ve met in Europe.

Professionally and in public, everyone is just a blank face in the crowd. Our taxi driver from the airport did not make a single attempt at small talk the entire ride (not that I’m complaining!), and shopkeepers have no trouble flatly declining to assist you if you ask for something they don’t want to do.

But if you engage them personally, as a friend, guest, or tour companion, you’ll have trouble getting a word in edgewise as they talk your ears off with kind enthusiasm, sincere questions, and thoughtful advice.

Obviously, this is a stereotype and doesn’t apply to everyone in Poland. But it’s exactly what Jessica–who spent a summer here in 2010–told me to expect, and it’s exactly what I’ve experienced.

Another funny quirk is that two of Poland's biggest chain stores are named after animals. The main supermarket chain is called Biedronka, which means ladybug, and the main convenience store chain is called Zabka, which means frog.

After checking into our Airbnb and stocking up on groceries, Jessica could hardly wait to take me into the old town. Rick Steves says there isn’t a better city in Europe for just wandering around in, and I can’t say I disagree.

The main market square is spectacular–like Venice’s San Marco Square and Madrid’s Puerta del Sol rolled into one.

The old Renaissance merchant hall dominates the center of the square, and St. Mary’s Basilica stands proudly overlooking its northern corner.

Technically, the church only has one tower. The taller tower on the left–the one with the crown encircling its spire–is officially a city watchtower. According to legend, a 13th-century watchman was struck silent by an enemy arrow in the middle of trumpeting an alarm. Now, every hour on the hour, a trumpeter plays the same traditional anthem almost but not quite to completion in his honor.

The curtailed call is also used by the Polish national radio broadcaster, so it is a familiar sound across the country.

After taking a peek inside the market hall and up at the nearby clock tower–the remains of an otherwise-demolished medieval city hall–we meandered up the main road to the barbican gate–one of the few remaining parts of Krakow’s medieval walls.

Unlike the many European cities that turned their medieval walls into ring roads, Krakow turned their walls into a green belt surrounding the old city center. Like many Polish names, it was unintentionally amusing to us as English speakers--Planty Park.

As we walked back down the main tourist drag, Jessica noted how much the place had changed in just the past eight years. A local café she'd wanted to take me to had been replaced by a Starbucks, and there were a lot more ethnic restaurants than she remembered seeing before. Though not all of them looked especially authentic.

Tired and thirsty, we headed back to our flat after stopping for drinks at a Zabka along the way. It was a warm night, but thankfully the windows were big and opened wide. As much as I had feared a culture shock, and our currency-related annoyances notwithstanding, our arrival in Poland had been surprisingly smooth. We were comfortable, well-fed, and excited to see what the city had to offer.

Next Post: Schindler’s Factory and St. Mary’s Basilica

Last Post: Resting Up (Markets, Museums, and More Pizza)

#180abroad #krakow #poland #travel #history #architecture #eastern europe #no cash

1 note · View note

ayellowbirds · 6 years

Photo

Keshet Rewatches All of Scooby-Doo, Pt. 11: "A Gaggle of Galloping Ghosts"

("Scooby-Doo, Where Are You", Season 1 Episode 11)

AKA "This Episode Contains No Ghosts Whatsoever, Except The Looming Spectre of Anti-Romani Racism"

As a wolfman watches from atop a castle tower, the gang drive up. In terms of establishing shots, it’s basically just Episode 2 all over again, but this time on dry land, with a growling werewolf instead of a telescope-carrying ghost.

Gee, i wonder which part of this background will be animated.

Fred identifies it as "Franken Castle. It's the only castle ever imported stone by stone from Transylvania." Leaving aside the mixing of obvious references to both Frankenstein and Dracula with a visible werewolf, this kind of castle-importing actually isn’t as outlandish as it might seem (unless you grew up watching Disney’s Gargoyles, in which case it seems perfectly normal and you probably also think it could go on top of a skyscraper).

In fact, during the early twentieth century, there was something of a trend for wealthy Americans to import medieval European architecture stone-by-stone, to be reassembled in the states. There’s some prominent examples of this not too far from my own home, at the Cloisters in Manhattan—they even have a “medieval faire” there. It's an under-utilized plot element, and if you’re doing a story involving things like haunted medieval castles or monasteries, i absolutely encourage you to set them wherever the fuck in America or Canada.

Although the rest of the gang is excited about the visit, Daphne is being superstitious.

The gang catch sight of a roadside fortuneteller, which they identify with the G-slur, though i seriously doubt the red-eyed woman in the little cabin on the back of a pickup truck is Romni, even dressed up as a horrible stereotype. In spite of Velma’s doubts, Daphne buys into it along with fearing lycanthropes, serving as a kind of middle ground between Shaggy and Scooby’s outright cowardice, and Velma and Fred’s stoicism.

The racially insensitive gang ignore the old woman’s warnings that the castle’s caretaker ran away in fear, and continue onward, witnessing lightning striking the castle in spite of a cloudless sky, and receiving a warning from a vampire at the gates.

If you’ve been on this hell site long enough, you know how Velma reacts.

The Dracula turns into a “vampire bat”, and as the gang is scared back, the drawbridge rises—but Daphne’s caught on top of it, and slides to the castle side of the moat. Now, a Frankenstein’s monster appears to menace her, wordlessly moaning and shambling forward.

Dracula, Frankenstein, and the Wolfman. I hope Universal doesn’t sue.

Scooby and Shaggy swing across the moat on a rope slung over a gargoyle, and narrowly dodge a zoinking alligator that leaps out of the moat to snap at them, which is never seen again and receives no explanation as part of the villain’s scheme. I guess moats just got to have gators. Shaggy tells Scooby to stand guard while he figures out the drawbridge controls, but the dog bolts as soon as the wolfman appears.

He hasn’t gone far, however, because as the wolfman chases Shaggy, a suit of armor against the wall sticks out its foot to trip the monster, and pulls off its helmet to reveal a triumphant Scooby.

So did Scooby just, like, pour himself into that armor? I can’t imagine his body comfortably fitting in there, nor how he got it on in the first place, but we’ve already established that he himself is some kind of unknowable horror.

During the ensuing chase scene, Shaggy abuses his powers of voice-throwing, and the infuriated wolfman throws a heavily-armed suit of armor (i’ll note that none of the castle’s interior decor looks Transylvanian—neither from when it was Hungarian nor the later Romanian dominion) and its axe demolishes the grand piano Scooby was hiding inside of. Peeking from the wreckage, Scooby notes with astonishment that the piano keys are real ivory, and instead of bemoaning the plight of endangered elephants, attempts his own scare.

A scene from The Beast That Destroyed the Refrigerator. The wolfman cautiously backs away, and Shaggy manages to restrain him by dropping a chandelier. Rather than trying to ensure the monster is held tight, Shaggy and Scooby book it.

Meanwhile, Velma and Freddy find a dining hall with a roaring fire, and encounter the Dracula once more, attacked by its bat form. Velma loses her glasses in the second bat-related incident this season, and fumbles her way into a secret passage that opens up behind the fireplace as the whole assembly rises up just far enough to let her crawl in.

Maybe it’s just me, but that seems like a really bad place to put a secret door. You’re going to get ash everywhere, and if there’s an active fire, you might wind up with chunks of burning wood tumbling out onto that nice and flammable wood floor, never mind the costly complexity of ventilation with a setup like that.

Meanwhile, the requisite once-per-episode food antics are taking place as Shaggy and Scooby raid the castle kitchen. For once, they find themselves disgusted by the food options, showing that the villain of the episode is either really dedicated to his presentation, or is just a big damn goth.

Looking kind of like a Heinz product with the label style, there. Is this the legendary fifty-seventh variety?

It’s the added note of Chunky Style that really makes this.

What, no Frankensteinfurters? For some reason we get two wolfman-themed food items, but nothing for the reanimated. It might be because he’s raiding the pantry, which is exactly where Scooby finds him hiding behind the door, leading to another chase sequence involving some sort of wheeled hook on a ceiling-mounted track, ending at a helpfully labeled dumbwaiter. I guess it’s meant to be a system for conveying large quantities of food to the dumbwaiter?

Elsewhere, Velma has wandered into a “torture chamber”, that she mistakes for a “playroom” because of the “interesting toys”. Shaggy and Scooby slide in, watched by the moving eyes of an iron maiden—not eyes visible through holes in its steel face, but the metal eyes of the mask itself—and solve a mystery for the viewers by bringing Velma a pair of emergency replacement glasses. I wonder how many they keep with them? Velma seems to go through frames like the boys go through Scooby Snacks.

Rescuing Daphne from an oubliette, the trio are menaced by the Dracula, who Scooby attacks with the end of the rope not being used to raise Daphne out of the dungeon, binding and dragging the vampire into the very same pit. He swears they haven’t escaped, and the foursome flee into a secret tunnel hidden inside the iron maiden.

Although Daphne and Velma find Fred at the end of the tunnel, they’ve lost sight of Scooby and Shaggy in the darkness. They don’t seem too concerned, as Daphne prioritizes a clue—a message she found written on the dungeon wall, dated to 1668.

There’s a few problems with this. It can’t have been written when the castle was in the Americas, there simply weren’t the resources to transport that much stone across the ocean at the time. If it’s from the castle’s days in Transylvania, why is it in English? And the biggest problem of all...

Tutankhamun's tomb wasn’t rediscovered until 1922. Egyptology was an obscure field in the 1600s, and Tut wasn’t a historically notable pharaoh. There’s no way a 17th century European would have had knowledge of the boy pharaoh, much less his wealth.

Shaggy and Scooby have wandered into a mad scientist’s laboratory in the meanwhile, and after mistaking a dummy on the table for "old square-head”, they start goofing around with unlabeled chemicals. Scooby plays at “Igor” to Shaggy’s "Mad Scientist”—neither noticing the wolfman creeping up behind even as they casually discard an explosive chemical without looking back, sending him back into his hiding place.

No sense of lab safety, whatsoever. As Scooby switches to playing at “monster” and gets strapped down to a table, the actual (fake) Frankenstein’s Monster reappears, and another chase scene ensues. The gang reunite, and Velma suggests that they investigate the Franken family crypt.

That is a heck of a scene, zoinks. Completely bonkers architecture, but wow.

Finding that one of the sarcophagi has the same 1668 date as Daphne’s clue, they push back its lid... and find the Dracula. An attempt to capture it in a tapestry reveals that the Franken family jewels (not that kind of family jewels, you children) were sewn into the back of the wall-hanging. The vampire flees with it, leaving behind a clue that brings the gang back to the fortune teller, who is revealed to be the culprit behind all the monsters: “Big” Bob Oakley, AKA “The Actor”, a master of disguise wanted in seven states.

You know, as with the Great Bluestone, it’s kind of ambiguous what The Actor is wanted for, exactly. Burglary? Impersonation? Escaping prison? It doesn’t matter, because we finally get something like the “meddling kids” line! The gang explain Oakley’s plan, and he says, “Yes...”

So close, and yet, so far.

(like what i’m doing here? It’s not what pays the bills, so i’d really appreciate it if you could send me a bit at my paypal.me or via my ko-fi. Click here to see more entries in this series of posts, or here to go in chronological order)

#scooby doo #KRAOSD #gif

31 notes · View notes

superjuniorkr · 3 years

Text

Carp Fishing – Return to Crayfish Pool

Many years ago, I had fished a lovely lake on the Kingsmead complex known as The Crayfish Pool. Most of the old historic fish have gone and they have been replaced by new stock. In recent years, whilst fishing the adjacent Island Lake, I had kept an eye on the little pool, and sometimes after packing up next door, I’d have a walk around. It was always as stunning as I used to remember, but many of the big snags had been removed, so in some ways the lake looked different. I did do a couple of nights one summer, without success, and I received some severe punishment, a thriving crayfish population!

I left it for a couple of years, but as the start of this year I got the ticket back, partly because I wanted somewhere more local in case of any lockdown travel restrictions. My other ticket was an hour and a half drive away, so at least it gave me the option of a quick local night too. My good friend Gavin had fished the lake off and on for a while and was a brilliant source of information about the place. Whilst dipping in and out between fishing The Island Lake, he had indeed caught most of the better residents in the pool. He even managed to brace the two biggest in one memorable February session, an awesome achievement! I had seen photos of the two biggest fish, and they were both impressive to say the least. I particularly liked the fish called SP, Lord of the Lake, and a brute of a mirror that was renowned for an arm aching fight! The more I learned, the more excited I got and I couldn’t wait to get back for another go.

My first trip back was an eventful one, as around mid-May I took a break from my Essex syndicate and scheduled a two night session in. The lake was nice and quiet when I arrived, and after a walk round I moved into a swim on the car park side of the lake. In all honesty, Gavin had told me that the fish called SP, did the bulk of its captures from that end. I knew I wasn’t going to fish the lake hard, week after week, so in an attempt to target that one, I planned to get into to that end of the lake, if possible on every trip, to increase the odds in my favour as much as possible. I knew of one spot close to the right-hand bank, a pronounced hump that came off the bottom in what is a deep lake, with areas going down to over 15 feet. These shallower spots were what I was after, and with little weed at that time of year, I wanted to fish on hard spots, rather than the silt which made up most of the bottom.

In other lakes I generally look for silt, but here I knew the fish preferred to feed on the gravel, which in turn wasn’t as attractive to the ravenous crayfish. With one rod sorted I looked for another spot, and was rewarded with a rock hard drop out to my left, but nice and close in. I had already decided to go in fairly heavily with bait, as I knew the crayfish would demolish a fair bit of it. I had put my favourite Essential K5 boilies through the crusher, and mixed that with some bloodworm pellets and hemp, which I hoped being small items would take longer for the crays to clear out. I also baited with K5 boiles in 12 and 16 mm sizes, and fished two artificial boilies soaked in Salami oil. Gavin had warned me of the crayfishes’ ability to remove baits, so I tied both boilies on with 20lb line rather than floss, and ditched the rig putty in favour of Heavy Covert Tungsten Sleeves. It was all looking good and I sat back reasonably confident.

Shortly after someone else arrived and went into a swim on my right-hand bank in the corner, which is supposed to be a margin only swim. However, several leads and baits landed right over me and I guessed the angler in there hadn’t read that rule! There wasn’t much I could do except pack up early the following morning and leave. I wasn’t really feeling the love for it as much as I had hoped!

From then on, I travelled each week to the Essex syndicate, and I really began to get into my fishing on there. I was lucky to be able to string two night sessions together and whilst I could do that I could take the longer journey, and have a decent amount of time to get things going on there.

In August I had a family holiday, and on getting back with everyone still be off work and school it was nice to spend days at home together. I gave fishing a complete miss for a while and enjoyed the break. Knowing I could do a couple of single nights, I thought it would be a good time to head back over to the Cray, as since May I hadn’t heard anything about it, or even been over there at all. I dug out my artificial baits and prepared a load of crushed K5, and was soon unlocking the big gate into the little pool. It looked stunning, but I was a bit concerned with the green coloured water, as I was used to seeing it tap water clear. There were a couple of anglers on, but the bottom end was free again, and it was an easy decision to set up there.

I checked the notes on my phone and I still had the wrap distances stored, so I wound them up without the need for a marker rod at all. I was using a new braided main line from Gardner called Hydro Sink Noir, coupled with a rod length of 20 lb Mirage fluorocarbon, which is the ultimate in feel with zero stretch, so hoping both spots were still clear I sent them out to the spots. They were indeed, and both rods smashed down first cast. That was good enough for me, and I put in a big hit of the crushed bait and plenty of whole boilies in with a catapult. It was late morning and I guessed past bite time, so I wasn’t worried about the spombing disturbance as much. I sank the lines as I like to let them sink from the lead back, allowing the heavy Mirage leader to pull the braid behind it down slowly, giving my line lay the best in stealth properties.

The lake appeared fairly lifeless and the algae green colour of the lake didn’t look appealing, so I wasn’t overly confident. It was a surprise when only 30 mins after casting out and my spombing barrage had finished, I had a ripping take on the left-hand rod. Bites, as with everything are accentuated on braid, but this one tore line from the clutch as the rod tip pulled around almost down to the spigot. I picked the rod up, and the fish powered off to the middle of the lake on a run that was simply unstoppable. Its power was unbelievable, like hooking into a Polaris missile! I remembered Gavin telling me of SP’s fighting ability, and within 20 seconds I had no doubt as to what I was attached to. It changed battle plan after 3 or 4 long runs and went hard to the right towards a margin which I knew held some savage snags. I held on without giving anything, thankful for the braid, as I knew if it made it there it was game over. It was a stalemate for what seemed ages, until finally it turned and headed back out towards the relative safety of open water. I was grateful too for the strong end tackle, not subtle, but man enough to cope with this long fight. I was using a big size 4 Covert Dark Chod hook, and a 20lb hook link, with a drop off lead C clip, and I already had confidence that the lead had gone.

It was now close in, but staying deep, and it was a further 5 minutes of arm ache before I got a look at it. I saw the cluster of scales near the tail, and the distinctive round body shape, confirming what I already knew, it was the unmistakable SP. It wasn’t finished yet though, despite me praying for it to just give up, and twice having it over my outstretched net, only for it to power off again. Never had I known a fish this strong, and when I finally had it beaten a wave a massive relief washed over me.

She went 38lb 2oz and looked mint, although slightly pale due to the coloured water. I did a few self takes as quickly as I could, before watching her swim off into the pool I had first fished some 20 years before. With autumn not far off it was great timing, but I still packed up with a hint of sadness to what is a special place to me.

carp leads

0 notes

swearronchanel · 6 years

Text

7.01 aka I have yet to stop crying

I’m back with my live commentary, what an episode. Let’s get it 1963.

it’s still brick out, long ass winter

Trix, Val and Sister Winnie dancing I love it

Helen is obvs pregnant but I’ll attempt to ignore

Angela is so cute and Teddy aww, love the historically accurate unsafe back seat

“I don’t know about these American pop groups, there’s such a lot of slang in their songs” LMAO SHELAGH STOP IT, the 60s are swingin

Tim rolling his eyes like same

the 60s bops man, gotta love them

Christopher bought her Miss Dior MY KINDA MANN😍

Patrick and Teddy 😭 aww

if you go to a strip club in the afternoon you really have no life lmao

this poor woman I know I’m going to cry

I love Nonnatus table scenes

When will Lucille show up?

Lmao damn Phyllis was ready to redecorate and all

cancer spread fuck

Elastic roll ons are fajas/spanx I assume

but damn she can’t hide it anymore

I’m not knocking stripping but yea don’t go back, this lady is a bitch and this club is nasty

SOMEWHEREEEE BEYOND THE SEAAA!!!

MY SONG

Christian Dior made the scent to smell like love

Trixie is me when ppl don’t appreciate my nice perfume either

“Do I smell furniture polish?” LMAO omg stop

Miss Dior smells good tho, Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet is one of my scents. A fav

“Look and Listen” lol looks like the MTA signs

REGGIE CALLS VIOLET MUM MY HEART!!

“I’m scared” LOL BLESS REGGIE

He made strudel aw

“Everyone has a different way of coping” I love this show but I hate this show. This is too close to home/reality for me rn it hurts

demolishing the whole street shit

can shelagh turner wear something that isn’t blue god?

Nadine’s fur coat is freaking fab

- my blood type is o- and my mom never fails to remind me I’m gonna need an rh injection if I have a baby

HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD : MOOD

Eat that cake 😂 what’s Nonnatus without cake

Sister MJ saying her first responsibility is to eat the cake. I love her

but here her eye problems begin 😭😭

sister Winifred driving is legit me LMAO I suck at driving and I need my license already 😂

Alexandra is so cute aw

my heart hurts for this man

Trixie’s outfit is on point, love the coat. The fur hat is funny, but still on point haha

“My mummy says only tarts paint their nails” guess I’m the biggest hoe there is

Sister MJ and Alexandra watching tv SO PURE

CHRISTOPHER’S 👏🏼EX👏🏼CAN👏🏼CATCH👏🏼THESE👏🏼FREAKIN👏🏼HANDS👏🏼

Like what a Bitch I never met.

Hotel getaway👀👀👀 say yes Trix😉

but ofc I respect you so if you don’t want to, don’t ofc & don’t feel pressured no matter what Christopher says!

but also this doesn’t make sense, Trixie and Christopher should’ve already had this discussion if they were already supposed to have gone away together (??)

Hi Sister MJ is crying and I’m not okay!!!

Finally some mention! But wth are Patsy and Delia doing in Botswana? African adventure? lit

Lucille! ❤️ Look at this gal I love her already! We have the same earrings on too

Sis (-ter W) we don’t say colored

Oh shit she passed out

Bladder infection what a blow

Sister MJ and Lucille reciting Keats IM FUCKIN CRY

the nuns singing again ❤️

Poor Ruth omg my heart

Oh shit Nadine’s water broke

Phyllis you badass bitch I love

oops she lied without knowing

Ruth is killing me, too relatable rn

Sergeant asshole keep it pushin before Phyllis clocks you

Sister Winnie still crying, still relatable

Lmaoo Churchill reference, he sucks tho

“It’s called cobblestone” friendship brewing

“In my head, fresh as paint” I love her

Flashbacks to when Chummy delivered the breach baby

Take a shot every time someone is called “clever girl”

MUCUS EXTRACTOR

Shelagh’s best job where she at

Trixie and Shelagh talking my bbys, give them a scene together

Val’s back hurting from teaching ballet and tap omfg love her 😂

Give Nadine the studio

“Patrick what’s your fav European language” English “wrong answer” LMAO SHELAGH LOVE U BB

BUT ALSO YOU COWARDS SHE GAVE SPANISH AS AN OPTION, BRING A DAMN HISPANIC/LATINA CHARACTER ON THE SHOW PLEASEEE

I’m free btw ^ college won’t stop me

“My uniform is going to talk to your uniform and not the other way around” FUCK YEA PHYLLIS CRANE

she compared him to nazis, ultimate drag

Sergeant’s tragic backstory partially unlocked

trix in aa

“You think you’re putting on armor, but in truth you’re building a cage” that one hurt

I’m sobbing

I can’t take this episode

“If I never said I was grateful for you I say it now… Miss you. I will talk about tomorrow.” good fucking bye I’m drowning in tears

Lucille making me cry more how is this possible

YES NADINE GET THOSE WAGES

YAS SHE IS BUYING THE DANCING SCHOOL

TRIXIE IS GOING TO SWITZERLAND !? 😭get it gal

guess she had a change of heart then huh

I’m down for it but I don’t think they should’ve had her decide in one episode, especially since she was just v conflicted ya know. Reminds me of how too unrealistically resolved the Christmas ep was tho

maybe she’s not actually going to go in the end

the Herbrew prayers I’m fucking crying again, I thought they’d show sitting shiva but this is more emotional ahh

SISTER W GOT HER LICENSE 🙌🏻 IM UP NEXT

legit my permit is 2 years old I gotta hurry

Trixie’s lingerie 👀

“Darkness makes the heart’s case fragile, pain breaks it open, courage teases out the leaves and life unfolds and expands. Thrusting upwards into light.”😭😭

“A kitchen, you wouldn’t believe” stop💔

Phyllis making a move omg

I can’t take this I’m crying so hard. What an episode 😭😭 tune in next week if I haven’t drowned in tears

#call the midwife #my commentary is back #just what no one asked for lol #i'm a wreck rn #my commentaries™

84 notes · View notes