#i might think i did terribly at smth but when i write it down i just say what i did literally and not the overthinking in my head

[lewkwoodnco]

Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊

After Hours - George Karim x Reader

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops

warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.

He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.

“George?”

George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”

“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”

“Sure.”

Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”

“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”

Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”

But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.

He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."

George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.

There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."

"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."

"You're good at reading upside down."

"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."

"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."

"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.

"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."

He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.

“What can I say? You make it so easy.”

"I'll let you borrow an extra book."

"Hmm."

"Two extra books."

After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.

"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."

"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.

"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."

"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."

"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."

He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."

He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.

He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."

She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.

"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.

For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.

"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."

George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.

"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.

"Crosswords?"

She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."

"Yes, but...crosswords?"

"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"

That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.

And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.

He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?

He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.

"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."

He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.

"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."

"S'pose."

"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."

The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.

"So how'd you end up here?"

"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."

He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"

"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."

"But you stay out so late past curfew."

"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."

George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Nymph."

"Hm?"

"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."

She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."

"But you already knew that."

"Did I?"

Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.

"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.

Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.

As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.

"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.

"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."

She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.

"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."

She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.

"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.

"Where's Y/N?"

George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.

“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”

The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.

He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?

Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.

She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.

“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”

“You tell me.”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”

“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”

“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”

She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.

"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”

He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.

“You miss it.”

“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”

George knew the type. He lived with the type.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”

She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”

George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”

“Did you oh so miss me today?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”

The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.

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[jnnul]

let me let you go

a/n: no, i still don’t like it but it’s been a full 10 days since i’ve posted anything so i feel like i’m gonna fade into the abyss unless i post smth. sorry lol 😕

word count: 0.7k

tags: angst bruh, uhhh, breaking up w the one person u know will always love u, not my best writing i’m ngl sorry to disappoint guys

gif creds: @choibeomggyu​

beomgyu choi has but one little regret in life.

not to say that he hasn’t done many stupid things in his life. in fact, beomgyu has probably done every stupid thing there is to do when you’re young, dumb, and broke.

he’s accidentally set his hair on fire (no one told him that hairspray is flammable), sent his high school homecoming date an ‘i love you’ text the first time he got drunk (she’s lesbian and was in the closet at the time), and has greened out and eventually had to be hauled off in the trunk of yeonjun’s car because it was too much of a hassle to get him in a carseat. 

but even so, he’s never regretted any of those things. sure, he didn’t like the fact that it took nearly a year to grow his hair back out but he really rocked the buzzcut. and his lesbian homecoming date was the one who hooked him up at the internship he was at right now. and every time he had done a little too much at a party, he had woken up the next morning with videos he knew he would look behind on fondly.

and with even all of these things, beomgyu regretted you the most. 

he regretted not being the man you deserved. you were just so sweet, so kind, so good and he had let you slip through his fingers. every time he did something dumb, you would be there to smile and laugh at his uneven hair or his crazy stories.

you never made him feel dumb for the stupid things he did. taehyun always got on his ass about doing things impulsively without thinking about how the consequences might play out. beomgyu had a really habit of just rushing into things - especially if he thought it would be a good story to tell later on.

you were the opposite though. you didn’t really party (although you went hard when you did), kept to yourself most of the time, and honestly, you were a little bit of an overthinker. it was like you would go through every single terrible outcome from each small step you took before you finally made a move.

and yet, you never tried to rein him in. honestly, maybe beomgyu wouldn’t be wrestling with so much regret if you had. if you had tried to change him, maybe beomgyu would remember the memories he had with you with a little more contempt than he does now. maybe he wouldn’t try to access your instagram page through his friends accounts just to see what you were up to.

or maybe he would be here with you right now. maybe if you had tried to change him, beomgyu finally would have come to his senses and would’ve learned to settle down. or settle up, really.

even if you never tried to change him, and you always told him that you liked him just the way he was, beomgyu felt like he was the best version of himself around you. he thought a little more, spoke a little less, and laughed a little louder every single time he was in your presence.

instead of getting down in the dumps about he felt about himself (inevitably causing him to then do something stupid to get his mind off of it), he felt like he could talk to you. he liked to hear your calm and rational opinion on his matters. because you would never try to overly praise him or try to bring him down too hard. you would just tell him the truth.

which was why he broke up with you. 

you brought out the best version of him, sure, but beomgyu couldn’t hide his faults forever. even if you never judged him, even if you always laughed at his stories instead of scolding him, beomgyu couldn’t help but wonder if you would still look at him the same way if you knew just how much darkness he hid behind his smile.

and so, he broke up with you. he knew if he told you his true and honest feelings, you would’ve called him out on his bullshit. that’s just who you were. even if you knew it would hurt, you would tell him the whole, neutral, honest truth.

beomgyu didn’t like that. he didn’t want someone as perfect and accepting as you to be with someone riddled with too much energy to expel and too many overwhelming emotions. so he let you go.

and he has regretted it every day since then.

#jnnul #beomgyu fic #txt fic #beomgyu angst #txt angst #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #choi beomgyu #txt headcanons #beomgyu headcanons

[auraticere]

You're a Fool (Wanda x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Hello, Everyone! I noticed when I posted this initially that it was not appearing in any of the tags I put, so I'm reposting this and see if it'll show up.

Pairing: Protective! Wanda x Fem! Reader

Summary: The request speaks for itself.

Word Count: 6.1k

WARNINGS: Homophobia, Parental Angst, Mentions of past abuse, Verbal and Emotional Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, A Mild Anxiety Attack, Sad Themes, Use of Magic, and Use of Physical Violence. 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Requests are OPEN; read the rules, please!

Masterlist + Rules

Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk

Requested by Anon!

Snow is rapidly falling on a cold Tuesday night, covering the icy grass and everyone’s vehicles in a thick blanket of ice and clumping snow, forcing everyone to remain inside. Unfortunately, not everyone could make it inside to escape the icy winds of nature; some were still on the road far away from their cozy homes, slipping and sliding on the frozen concrete. You and Wanda were those people far from home, too far; in fact, you two were heading south for a holiday week to spend more time with each other.

You and Wanda have had work piled up to your chins for the past few weeks and decided it was time for a Christmas getaway. It was a relief to see something new, share this time with your wife, and make many memories to tell your kids one day. Stories of how you and your wife would drive late at night to see the bright Christmas decorations, having a Christmas all to yourselves, or how you and Wanda fell deeper in love like a Hallmark movie. You have those things planned and much more and weren’t sure if all could be accomplished. It doesn’t matter if you did or did not get everything you wanted to be done; what matters is all the time you will spend with your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, and loving wife, Wanda. She’s happy that you are hers too. All her life was spent with her brother and no one else until the twins joined the Avengers and she met you. You have to admit; you two are made for each other.

However, there was something you never mentioned to Wanda..; your parents also lived down south where you're vacationing. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but you and your parents have a terrible history. In fact, you have not told a soul about your past - only how you were heavily and emotionally damaged by them. Wanda helped you the best she could, especially when those memories returned to haunt you every night. No one knew the truth; you wanted to keep it that way, yet you knew it would come out eventually, whether intentionally or not.

You and Wanda arrived at the holiday inn only an hour ago. You grab your blanket out of your extra bag and delicately spread it across your half of the room’s queen-sized bed before laying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. Dread and your usual anxiety bind you to the comfort of your soft purple fleece blanket, leaving you immobilized. Your parents live here; what would they do if they saw you again? What if you see them?

While wiping away her foundation, she hears your troubled thoughts rattling your shaken mind and throws her used cleaning wipe into the trash can, then slowly turns to you. With a worry-laced voice, Wanda speaks cautiously, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

The thoughts she heard were garbled beyond any measure, like a radio with the smallest glean of reception. You were shaking; these suppressed memories were finally roaming free in your mind, wreaking havoc on your conscience in a way that has not happened in a year. Tears spilled out of your eyes like a waterfall, and you whimpered every passing second as each terrible memory of your parent’s emotional torture surfaced.

Wanda rushes to your side, and when she reaches you, she gently places her dainty hands on your shoulder and lightly shakes you out of your waking nightmares, “Y/N, hey, I’m here.”

Shaky breaths escape you as you come to conscience. Your y/e/c eyes frantically dart around the room as you jolt up, “W-wha-”

“Detka, hold onto me; I’m right here next to you,” Wanda reassures with a soft cadence.

Your trembling hand shoots to her leg and squeezes hard, “I-okay, okay, um.” No more words could be mustered.

“Name three things you can see, feel, or hear.” Wanda clasps your hand while the other lands on your knee.

Your eyes fall to the snowflakes out the window, “S-snowflakes, there’s a red truck in the parking lot, and, oh, our mini-van!” you feel yourself calm down, your pulse not racing as fast, “I feel…I just feel you. Your warmth, you’re very soft…did you use my lotion again?”

“Psh, noooo,” Wanda feigns ignorance.

You giggle, “Uh huh, yeah.”

“Another bad memory from…way back when?” the memory becomes faint in the redhead’s mind - as it is not her memory she heard.

“Damn,” you grumble, “Must have been intense for you to pick up on it.”

“So much…chaos; what were those from?”

Many memories flooded your imagination, and you are uncertain which memory she referred to, “I can’t recall….”

“You don’t have to, malyshka. It’s late, and we’re both worn out from traveling; let’s get our night clothes on and snuggle 'til we fall asleep.”

You take a deep breath and release before nodding your head in agreement. 

—

As you and Wanda lay in bed, waiting for the hypnotic sleep spell to wash over you, Wanda whispers, “What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”

‘Not visit my parents,’ you thought. “Visit the mall, grab some gifts for the Bartons, maybe get some boba, you know, hang out; it’s a mile away from my parent’s house, though.” 

Gotta love it when your intrusive thoughts spill out into the open.

Wanda’s eyes light up while she smiles brightly, “Your parents live here!?” she excitedly whispers, “We gotta go see ‘em!”

You look up at Wanda with weary eyes, “Yeah, no, I just, can we stick to the list, milaya? Don’t want to see ‘em on our holiday vacation.”

“What, why?!” Wanda’s eyes widened at your bluntness, “Not even for dinner?” You did not want to talk about them with Wanda, nor should she know what they did to you all your life. The past is the past and shall not be brought back to the present; you don’t want to be an emotional burden to your wife and would rather keep it that way. Can’t let yourself be lost in your emotional torment.

“No, not really,” you answered blankly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Wanda huffs, “Don’t want me around your parents? Am I not…‘ready’ to meet your parents.”

“Yeah! Wait, no, no, yes?”

“Well?”

“Wanda….”

“We should at least stop by for dinner, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t be an embarrassment like I always am,” Wanda pleads, her doe eyes shining underneath the moonlight.

Your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops for a moment before responding, “You’re not an embarrassment! I'm…really nervous about seeing them again; it's been years and-"

Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief before cutting you off, “I understand, but can we have dinner with them or something? It won't be a detour, malysh, perhaps on a day when our night is not too occupied with sightseeing?”

“Honey, please, not right now…please,” you beg her to drop it. Wanda knows she might be getting underneath your skin with this conversation, and she relaxes her upright posture by slumping down next to you, “Lemme sleep on it, and I’ll give you an answer.”

Wanda wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and your tension melts little by little, “Detka…I didn’t mean to prod at you like that. It’s not fair to beg for something you aren’t comfortable giving; I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters happily, and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The mind races with images and harsh words your goody-two-shoe parents unleashed on you, “You’re alright, love,” you pecked lips, “Still, I want to think it over.” Maybe they changed.

“Oh, okay. But really, Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this…should not have brought it up,” Wanda frowns, rubbing her arm before heading back to the mirror to remove her remaining makeup in silence before you grab her wrist.

“Honey,” you pull her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “I promise I’m okay…it’s that, well, we had a pretty big fight,” understatement of the decade, “-and I packed up all my things and left.”

“I see,” Wanda clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, so things might be awkward when we go.”

You had an idea, not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps, it was time to confront your parents and stand up for yourself; the only burden on your mind you could not shake no matter what you did.

“Wait, ‘when’?” Wanda asked, unsure of what you meant by ‘when.’

“I think it might be a good idea to…try to mend things between them and me; it might do me some good.” In truth, you wanted Wanda to see why you were so damaged rather than explaining it all to her in excruciating detail. Also, you were worried about this outing because it might make Wanda feel worse about bringing it up in the first place. Who knows what might happen? Your parents might treat you horribly when Wanda’s not there with you, and then when Wanda comes back, she sees it all unraveling, you being berated and emotionally attacked. She rushes you out of the house and comforts you afterward, in turn making her feel like it was all her fault. 

“How’s tomorrow night sound?”

“I think that is wonderful! Let’s see, we’ll be Christmas shopping for the team, then it’ll be lunchtime at the mall with some boba, drive around and see the lights, and finally, go to your parent's house! Sounds solid to me, lyubov.”

—

The Next Day

You and Wanda had returned from your day out and about, exploring your ‘lovely’ hometown and wandering around the mall for last-minute Christmas shopping. You picked out plenty of gifts for Natasha, the Bartons, and Steve, who wanted nothing but you grabbed him a selfie stick out of spite anyway. Wanda dragged you to the boba shop, went to a BBQ place a few stores down, and sat down for a satisfying lunch, chatting about your day and all the great memories you have had up until now. Eventually, you two returned to the hotel for a few hours and relaxed, watching Christmas specials while snuggling in bed. After watching two Christmas movies, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Die Hard, which is a Christmas Movie, you and Wanda discuss visiting your parents and debating what time to head over. 

You think it’d be wise to call your mom now, as she and your dad are probably at a Christmas event uptown.

“Greetings, Mother.” The phone rang once, and your harpy of a mom picked up.

You caught her at a strange time. She and your father were attending a charity drive when she received your call. Yes, they both are upstanding members of a small, conservative community. That tells all, really. A true horror, I know.

“Woah, hey, sweetie,” her tone was mixed with mockery and a fake happiness you knew all too well.

“Heyyy, I’m in town…with my wife, and I thought you, dad, my wife, and I could come over for dinner; I know it’s late, but…we just rolled into town.” Wanda gave you a thumbs-up.

“Of course, sweetheart, you and…your wife,” She jeers, “Are always welcome, um, oh jeezums, it is late. We should be back in about 15 minutes; got some dinner in the crockpot.”

“Oh,” you sat perfectly still, “Okay, we’re down past the mall; I guess I’ll meet you two at the house.”

“Perfect, see you then,” your mom puts the phone closer to her mouth, “Cunt.”

The line goes dead.

You flinched at the word, ‘Cunt’, one of the many names your mother lovingly adorned you with.

“Alright, they’ll be back from their charity drive in like 15 minutes. Let’s get ready to go.”

She noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, “A charity drive, huh? They sound like nice people.”

“Mhm, they do one every year. My parents are active in helping out the homeless; they own a soup kitchen downtown, make sweaters and socks for the less fortunate, donate money to the local hospital, and help out at the animal shelter when they can.”

“Wow, they sound so nice and loving!” Wanda praises as she applies her eyeliner, “I bet they’re so nice at home too.”

You giggle, putting up a front to hide your creeping nervousness, “They sure are, malyshka; you’ll love them.”

As twenty minutes pass, you two are already out the door, in the van, and on the way to your parent's estate when Wanda can’t contain her excitement any longer, “Oh, oh, look, more lights!” Wanda abruptly turns onto 5th Street to see the bright flashing lights illuminating the entire block.

You had no complaints; you were having a great time with your wife, what with sightseeing and all the lights. The first house on your right had a marvelous display that featured a nativity scene close to the house, a string of dull yellow lights adorning the exterior trims, and an inflatable Frosty the Snowman who is deflated. The first house on your left didn’t have much, from what you could see, but the one after it had the works. Santa on his sleigh lit up with his reindeer shining bright on the rooftop. The third house on the right had a ginormous display of a paper Pitbull, yes, Mr. Worldwide, strung up on a cross with fake hair stapled to his glorious bald head with bright white lights with a cardboard text bubble saying, “Mr. Worldwide is Jesus.”

You snapped a picture of it, and Wanda turned the car around in the cul-de-sac after seeing a few more houses with hardly any Christmas spirit on them and resumed your journey, or rather, quick drive, to your parents’ house.

Wanda turns right out of 5th Street and onto the main road leading up to your fateful encounter with your parents for the first time since you were seventeen.

You take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself, to no avail. Wanda notices and offers a comforting hand on your knee, “I’m right here with you; hell, I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.”

“Thank you,” your voice trembles with dread, “I will need your support so bad.”

“I love you, printsessa.” Wanda stops at a red light and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” you blush madly, suddenly and instinctually turning away to hide your blush from Wanda, who chuckles lowly. 

“Aww,” Wanda coos, her hand reaching for your thigh, “So cute seeing you so flustered.”

“You sure know how to make a girl turn red,” you laughed nervously.

The light turns green and you approach closer and closer to Cummings St, where you inform Wanda to turn right on Cummings St and look for a bright white house with blue and green Christmas along the exterior trims. 

You have no idea how bad this will go; your parents will put on their usual masquerade of perfection - a fake, wide smile with a cheery voice that hides an uncaring, abusive shadow. Sure, you told Wanda of the last argument you and your parents had before you were booted to the curb, but you left out the history of verbal and emotional abuse for obvious reasons. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots you anxiously gnawing on your hoodie sleeve - you insisted on casual wear for the evening. You could care less about formality in a situation like this, honestly. After the reunion with your parents, you’re never going to see them again in your life, you’ve decided. Lose their numbers for good instead of ignoring them, hell, even coming back to this town. While making plans for the trip, you thought you’d be going far past it instead of to it, yet here you are, in the heart of it, facing your past with someone supporting you all the way.

Your phone rings as Wanda drives up a hill, reaching Cummings St in seconds; your wife turns right and is now going down the road.

“Hey,” your dad immediately says upon answering, “Where the -” your dad looks around to see if anyone else is around. “Where the fuck are you? Can’t even get here on time; you’re late. I don’t like it when you’re late.”

“My wife and I just got onto your street, dad; relax…we’re a few houses down, be there soon,” you hung up, not giving your dad the time of day to bitch and moan.

“Your dad has…not a lot of patience, I take it?” Wanda purses her lips. Already Wanda is seeing the bad aspects of your parents. Hopefully, nothing will escalate during your stay.

“No,” you admitted, “Hardly ever patient.”

Wanda swallows nervously. Fascinating, she’s nervous, all because your dad raised his voice over being a little late, “I see.” As she slowly travels down the tattered concrete road topped with thin ice, she places her hand on your knee to show silent support. You still lightly gnaw on your wet hoodie sleeve, but her warm touch distracts you enough to cease the gnawing, “Want me to hold your hand when we enter?”

“Yes, please.” you interlaced her fingers with yours as Wanda drove up to your parent's house, parking past the driveway in case you wanted to leave quickly.

“Okay, love. I’m right beside you.”

Wanda parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition before leaving the vehicle with you rushing to Wanda’s side as she locks the car behind you. You close hands and make your way to their front door. The witch observes her surroundings, taking notes of the neighborhood surrounding your old house and notes how poor - in quality - each house is, especially your mom and dad. Most of the paint has been stripped off by the weather, leaving the wooden frame exposed to the chilly winds, the roofing has not had any maintenance in a few years as some shingles have fallen onto the ground and thrown out of sight, and the lawn is dead, dry grass everywhere. 

“Yikes,” you say after a moment of awkward silence.

“It could be worse,” Wanda winces.

“Mhm, definitely.” You sigh, “This house has seen better days.”

Suddenly, the front door swings open to reveal your mother in a yellow floral dress with a jean vest and a pair of bunny slippers. Your mom waves then beckons you both to ‘Come on in!’

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath and let it out, and Wanda squeezes your hand tighter, easing you only a little.

You both enter the dilapidated home with your mother walking towards the living room, pointing to a worn black leather loveseat adjacent to the three-seat couch of the same material and to the wall-mounted TV. Ahead of your seat is a reclining chair where your father resides - reading a news article from Fox News, a totally ‘amazing’ newscast. Your dad is wearing a faded white polo with brown stripes across the belly. He adjusts his square glasses and puts his phone on the table next to him while his eyes stare you down while you take your seats. He frowns and then mumbles, “Didn’t know my daughter was a ******, what a disgrace.”

Your mom sits down on the couch and crosses her legs. Her posture is stiff like a board. Her eyes show no love, only coldness, and disdain. Your dad is relatively the same, except his anger shows through his pursed lips and crossed arms.

Wanda is the first to speak, “So, uh, hi, I’m Wanda…Y/N’s wife,” she waves happily.

“I’m Lisa, and my charming husband is Frank,” her voice starts flat, then accentuates to a customer service-esque one. She has officially put on a facade. Her eyes dart to Frank then she wiggles her eyebrows, suggesting he do the same.

Frank catches wind of it and puts his on, too, “Yuppers, I’m Frankie!” His voice wasn’t as chipper as his wife's; it was reminiscent of a mall Santa Claus: jolly, old, and spry, “Nice to meet ya, Wanda, and welcome to our humble abode!”

“Humble is not what I’d call it,” you whispered loud enough for only yourself to hear.

“Y/N, why are you- what brings you here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen my one and only daughter,” Your mother clicks her tongue, raising her brows inquisitively as she tilts her head down.

“Umm, Wanda and I came down for a holiday week off, actually,” you explained sheepishly.

“Oh, fun, fun!” It seems neither of them knows about Wanda and her occupation, at least not that you’ve noticed.

“Been so busy, might as well come back home for a visit.”

“Well…us old folks haven’t been up to much, just doing our normal stuff, doing our annual charity drive and helping out the needy, all that good stuff.” You perk up at those four words. You corrected your slouching posture, now sitting at attention. ‘All that good stuff’ is equal to ‘And all that annoying shit.’

“Yeah, my love told me all about what you two do for your community! You guys are so awesome!” Wanda smiles, laughing happily.

Frank bites back a grunt of disapproval, “It’s fun to build our community back up and ensure everyone gets a dose of goodness.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing everything they were saying was a lie. Truth is, they hate the community and only do this work for recognition and prestige. Your parents dragged you around all your childhood forcing you to participate in these activities.

“I remember you dragging me around all the time, and you’d punish me for not cooperating.” You tried joking, but resentment made you sound like you weren’t.

“You were being argumentative, sweetie. Had to iron out the wrinkles, so to speak.”

Wanda squints at that comment. Maybe there was reason to be hesitant on your part?

“Well, I oughta check on dinner, Lisa; I thinks there are fifteen minutes on the timer.” Frank pushes the leg rest down and heads into the kitchen, “Oh! Honey! Can you take this plate of snacks to the living room for our amazin’ guests?”

“Certainly! Wanda, Y/N? Would you like some wine? I’ve got a great bottle of wine I’d like you to try,” Lisa chirps, standing up to grab a bottle of wine of their wine rack, which only had three bottles of alcohol. From what you could tell, one was whiskey - half drunken -  another was Champagne, unopened, and the Pinot Noir your mother was grabbing.

“I’d like only a little bit, still have to drive my lovely Mrs. Maxmimoff back to our motel tonight.”

“Same here.”

Your mother reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cork with the opener, and grabs three wine glasses off the shelf, “Ah, my little girl adopted her wife’s name. It sounds so lovely in my head, Y/N Maximoff.”

“Thank you, mother!” you blushed.

Lisa placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured wine before serving them to you. Wanda takes a whiff and gently stirs the wine in a circular motion, contemplating if she should take a small swig of the alcohol or wait until she’s had a few bites to eat. Your mother puts the cork back into the bottle, placing it back on the wine rack before heading into the kitchen for the charcuterie board filled with cheesy goodness.

“So far, so good, detka,” Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead, which eases your anxiety somewhat, “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, “I could not do this without you.”

Your mother returns from the kitchen with the cheese and cracker board, and your dad follows behind with a deep frown, “Won’t be ready for another hour. Meat’s still gotta cook a little more. Can’t have a good servin’ of meat and taters if the meat ain’t easy to pull off the bone.”

“Those are always the best, aren’t they?” Your mom sips her half-empty glass of wine before speaking again, “So, Wanda, what’s it like?”

Lisa pauses, gesturing to Wanda for an answer.

“What’s it like? To be…?”

“You know….” your mother leans in closer, “An Avenger?”

It’s not terribly concerning that your parents know Wanda as one of the world’s strongest heroes; it’s public knowledge. 

“Oh, uh,” Wanda hesitates. She doesn’t want to speak nor think about work when she’s not at work, but since they’re your parents, she wants to share as little as possible, “It’s awfully stressful, but I love my team!”

“What happened to that purple guy? The guy with the bow, now there’s a girl???” Your dad hates when his favorite hero is no longer on his screen.

Wanda giggles, “He retired a while ago, actually. The girl is Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye.”

“I don’t like her or that blondie we saw her smoochin’. Fightin’ was sloppy; I’m sure she’s still new to the ring and all.”

“Kate’s a great friend of ours - we used to be bunkmates, actually,” you commented.

“Bunkmates, huh?” Your mother sipped her wine, “Do you…work…with them…on the battlefield? I don’t keep track of you superhero folks.”

You sat silently for a second before responding, “Not really, but like, if I’m picking them up from a mission and enemy attackers are shooting at us, I shoot at them - has not happened in a while, though…I’m just a field medic.”

“That’s good; you finally got up and did something with your life! A medic for the Avengers, how exciting!”

‘Gotta love it when she’s passive-aggressive,’ you thought, huffing through your nose to show annoyance.

Wanda perks up upon hearing you, “She’s one of our best!”

“What do y’all do afterward, like hang out or…?” Frank grabbed two slices of cheese and two crackers, made a double-decker cheese-cracker stack, and munched away like a happy ferret.

“The main guys train and hone their skills sometimes. Usually, we all hang out and have barbecues or have a house party if Mr. Stark feels like it,” you casually explained, “We’re like a family.”

Lisa’s face drops, exposing her true self for a moment at the comment. She’s pissed you would say that. Your mother hates the fact you found people, let alone a single person, who loves you wholeheartedly. She hates you like a mongoose does a poisonous snake, natural-born enemies. All your life, the two have verbally and emotionally abused you. On a scale of 1 to 10, the intensity was around a 6 when you were growing up, then escalated to a 9, 5 months before they booted you out.

“A family? We’re your family too!” Lisa fake-pouted.

“Um, hmm, mhm.” You were biting your tongue hard to prevent escalating words from escaping your mouth. You’d do anything to avoid a conflict. In fact, there was no need for a screaming fest between you and your parents tonight. Chit-chat, have dinner, and then go back to the motel and cuddle with Wanda all night, watching Christmas movies.

Beep Beep Beep.

“Oop, that’s the timer! I’ll grab y’all a bowl and a plate, and y’all can dig on in!”

“I’m starving, hun; gosh, it smells amazing.”

—

“Thank you both for this delicious meal; we’ve only had fast food for our travels - needed a real meal.” Wanda wipes her mouth off with a brown napkin.

“It’s our pleasure, Wanda,” Your mother says as she puts the plates, bowls, and silverware away into the sink.

“I’ll be right back, using the restroom; actually, where is it?” Wanda asks, standing up from her seat.

“Down the hall and the third door on your right, Wanda,” Frank monotones. A smile creeps up on his previously emotionless face.

Wanda heeds his instructions as she goes down the hall and quickly finds the bathroom, shutting it tight and locking it.

Your parents immediately lock their now angry eyes on you. You knew what was coming next.

“Didn’t know my daughter was a whore for some dumbass superhero,” your mother grimaced, “You knew we hate those types of people, including you.”

“You booted me out for liking women; that was the only reason, wasn’t it? Not just out of pure hatred, but for being gay?” you complained.

“Uh-huh, we don’t like you, gays…you’re tempting pure young women to stop reproducing children.”

“Well, at least as a gay couple, we could adopt children who need a home instead of bringing more into this world to be tortured by it.”

“Yeah, and? You people have such difficulty even being considered for adopting a child if you were straight-”

“Well, I’m not. Women are infinitely better, honestly.”

“Man and women are meant to lay together; it is the natural order of things! You can’t be with a woman; it’s disgusting!”

“That’s what you think, mother…many parts of the world have moved forward, but you have not. I’m not that different from you; I just don’t like men that way - no need to get upset about it.”

“That’s not how we raised ye, girlie; I-”

“Really? You raised me as if I weren’t human. You berated me for doing the simplest things!” you yell, “Abused me with your words! You destroyed my self-confidence and trust in people, yet I found people who like me and even love me. You never loved me! Wanda loves me tenfold!”

“You were supposed to be an upstanding woman, not some childish cunt fucking tacky-costumed morons - can’t believe you married one of ‘em, a female one at that.”

“I can date and sleep with whoever I want, Frank! You know what? Why am I arguing with you two? Both of you are stubborn as mules. I’m done.”

You turn to leave and try rushing out the door for some fresh air when Frank grips your arm like a vice, “You don’t ever call me by name, girl. I’m your dad. I earned that title fair and square.”

“Let go of me, Frank! You’re not worthy of being called ‘dad’ you poisoned the title with your hatred and abuse of me! Let go of me, fucker!” Frank’s grip remained firm on your forearm, which you thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape.

“Not until you call me daddy or papa, bitch,” Frank grips you even harder and then turns a few degrees and pulls on your arm, throwing you to the floor like you were a doll.

You landed hard on the laminate and thought you might get a hefty bruise on your side later. Upon impact, anger swelled up within you, threatening to spill like a dam bursting, “Fuck you,” is all you could muster without losing it.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISRESPECT ME!” Frank had bent over so that his face was level with yours and yelled into your ear.

Lisa joins in and stomps and kicks you repeatedly with her boot. She must be upset enough to resort to physical violence instead of her usual emotional or verbal abuse. For years, they have been waiting for you to return and be subjected to their twisted form of discipline.

“Filthy whores don’t get good treatment in these parts,” your mother growled as she kicked your rear.

“Please, please, stop it! I- please, stop, stop it, please!” Tears streamed down your face, “WANDA!!!”

Down the hallway, Wanda opens the bathroom door and flings it open with a flick of her wrist, slamming it into the wall. Wanda heard all that your parents had to say - the situation had become monstrously loud. You came here to confront them or talk with them about an ‘incident’ before you left their house, so you said. However, your wife knew there had to be another reason for you coming here, something you could not tell her no matter what, and now she knows. 

Wanda mumbles to herself, “You put on a mask, then took it off the moment I left my wife with you. Without the mask, where will you hide?”

A furious clicking of red heels echoed off the hallowed, narrow hallway as your mother, Lisa, gets out of her seat in a huff, “Say you’re sorry to your father,” Lisa demands.

Wanda’s scarlet magic twists and turns around their appendages and torsos; crimson tendrils erupt from the floor, grabbing your parents’ arms and violently pulling them to the floor. You sobbed as you curled up into a ball, waiting for the onslaught of their fists and feet to continue bombarding you, but it suddenly came to a halt. In fact, you could not hear them breathe or grunt when they moved around.

“I leave for five fucking minutes, and what do I return to? My wife is on the floor being beaten by her parents.” Her voice becomes unusually thick, and her accent shines through, “Y/N, malyshka,” Wanda rushes to your side and lays down next to you, “Honey…can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Please…I need outta here, Wanda….” Wanda helps you to your feet while you wrap an arm around her.

Wanda looks your parents in the eyes with disgust, “You lied to me…about how much of a sweetheart you were to everyone. You seemed so nice and loving at first, but now…you’re just everybody’s fool.”

“Get out of here; we got what we wanted from our whore of a daughter anyway,” Lisa spat, her face red with rage, “Both of you are wretches of hell, begone from this holy house! This sacred house of Pitbull will not be disgraced by an accursed witch and her slave!”

“The spell will last an hour…go fuck yourselves,” Wanda said calmly as she held you closer and tighter than ever in the time you have been together. You were shaking and whimpering as you both exited Frank and Lisa’s house.

“I-I’m sorry, I shoulda said something about them…we coulda not come here if it weren’t for me, my parents were ri-”

“No, they weren’t right about you. You’ve grown so much, my love. You are not the scapegoat for their personal problems anymore.”

“Still, I…should have told you everything instead of leading you here to deal with my past,” you admitted sorrowfully, “I wanted to prove to myself that I could confront my demons alone…I guess not.”

“Detka, it’s okay,” Wanda reassures as you stand on your own, rushing to the passenger's side while Wanda opens the door to the driver’s seat and turns the car on. The redhead turns on the heat to defrost the car and turns the interior lights on, “Sometimes, there are things you can not do alone,” Wanda places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb, “There’s always people around you, now, who can help you, my love. What I said in my vows remains true, ‘In sickness and in health, in joy and in pain, I promise to always be by your side,’ and I intend to fulfill that vow.”

The car is fully defrosted and warm inside, cozy enough for you both to cuddle up and look at the stars and the moon above; alas, it was time to move. It was time to head back to the holiday inn and recover, possibly heading back home early in the morning; it’s best not to linger here after this incident. 

You went from staring blankly out the windshield to leaning on the seat, gazing out the window at the white and yellow lights of the city. “Can we watch a movie when we get back…snuggle too?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, my love, whatever you want to do tonight, name it, and we’ll do it,” Wanda turned left onto the main road. From here, it’s only a mile or so drive back to the motel. You both sit in silence for the remainder of the trip, which allows you to decompress and mull over some things. It had been a rough night for you, and silence was one of two things keeping you sane, the other being Wanda’s presence.

“Just us on the bed snuggling is all I want for Christmas, malyshka.”

Wanda always honors her word, and so, that is what you two will spend the night doing: taking comfort in each other’s arms to relieve the stress of the afternoon. Lisa and Frank can no longer hurt you; you are as free as a bird flying high above trees. You breathe a sigh of relief, and your burdens are lifted off your shoulders. By the morning, this will all be a bad memory that will be drowned in the sea of all the good ones you and your wife shall make.

Heavily inspired by Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.

#wanda x fem!reader #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #wanda x f!reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff

[itsraven0v0]

YANDERE!KARUSER HCs

Note: as i said before, im terrible at writing yanderes. its mostly because im not a huge fan of it?! especially with characters i think would never fit in the role and Krauser is one of them. HOWEVER in a different timeline maybe, he'd make one hell of a f*cked up yandere.

i devided this into two sections (pre!javier krauser and post!javier krauser). enjoy~

comments and feedbacks are always appreciated:>

. PRE!JAVIER KARUSER .

you two met on one of his day offs when he was doing his routine jog and now he is EVERYWHERE!

like you can even see his iconic slicked back blond hair from the corner of your eyes.

you aint getting rid of him, you also aint getting a confrontation either!

i think back then he had more fucks to give so he kinda wanted to play it safe and approach you little by little

but when you where walking home alone one night(ffs dont do that) you got yourself in danger and then boom! this man appears outa nowhere and starts kicking their asses.

well that caught your attention and made you wanna give him a chance. what could go wrong, right?

oh you fool...

you aint getting outa his house anymore.

im pretty sure he has a single cabin in the woods that he has for the day offs he gets, so good luck runnung away.

not that you could if it was an apartment anyway.

this guy will hunt you down and drag u back. you will be his little canary or some shit.

. POST!JAVIER KRAUSER .

oh boy...

unlike the previous version, this man is too tired to give a fuck about playing it safe.

you two met at a bar where he was drowning himself in self-loathing and alcohol.

and as your obsession with military men with scars on their faces (and the alcohol) kicked in, you thought what better than to help him. right?! ahah...

look i aint judging you, thats literally me. ok??

you helped this man get his ass home safe from the bar and guess what? he was drunk and invited u in and u TOOK IT!

you helped him lay down, took his injured hand when he was having nightmares, made him coffee and everything OF COURSE HE WAS GONNA FALL FOR YOU!

your soft hands felt so good on his when he woke up only to see you fallen asleep besides his bed.

you appeared like an angel in his miserable life for a moment and from that morning he gave everything just to have your soothing presence in his life.

but soon this turned into something alarming.

he would confront you all of a sudden like: "be with me."

and if you refuse? well you can't. this man can turn on threatening mode real f*cking quick and this terrifies the sh*t outa you.

he'll keep you like a pet. attend to you good and make sure you are okay and happy but he also thinks the moment you walk outa his door smth is gonna take you away from him so say goodbye to outdoors.

he is so sad please be nice to him...i mean he technically gonna take away all your freedom but did you even have any to begin with?

enjoy you life with him while it lasts. and also enjoy knowing nothing about him. also enjoy meeting Wesker :D

that mf can and WILL pay u a visit just to scare Jack into doing what he's asking of him.

one day you ran away just to find out what he has been doing, who is he and who's that asshole that wears sunglasses indoors. And you saw smth that made you heart race in both fear and attraction(you weird f*ck! dw me too)

there he was testing his las plagas form. all monstrous and bloody. you took a step back in fear and the sound made him spot you. man he was terrified you were gonna run away. but nah!

you into that so you stayed.

you are gonna be so sad when he dies...

you think u can prevent that? try your best!

whooowhi!

thats the most yandere yall are gonna get outa me. hope that satisfied you anon who asked that.

ALSO i might wanna start a second page to write about other stuff [like mortal kombat :D] so i'll share it here too.

#jack krauser #re4 krauser #yandere

[frindoka]

my art timeline :-)

hi! i’m making this because i was inspired by maxpawb’s post i saw on toyhouse , which then led me to look at all my own art that is still somehow intact in my storage. this only details stuff from when i started posting online, not from when i started drawing traditionally as a wee lad. partially because my sketchbooks are lost and partially because i never really wrote down dates on my art to begin with.

a lot of dates are lost, due to the aforementioned problem of me not writing things down.. and also i have awful dissociative memory problems so there’s way too many gaps in my life. but i really did want to do this to see how much i could find & how much i could recollect.

content warning for VERY brief mentions of grooming, as well as minor mentions of real shitty friends

everything is under the cut! there might be another rb if or when i hit the image limit. curse you, tumblr.

date: ??? , i had to be around like. 11 at the time

this was when i joined warriors amino and i deleted my account because i got in trouble for having social media, LMAO. i eventually came back with a new one though. this is probably one of the only surviving art pieces from when i was THIS YOUNG, everything’s on an ipad that’s so broken it won’t even charge

i learned how to use the smudge tool on ibispaint at this time and thought i was the coolest bitch on the block for my blending

may 2019, i was like 12

my return to amino (and brief period on deviantart, which i never used again lmao) i was specifically on wings of fire amino + warriors amino. i was obsessed with airbrush shading.

this is one of my first fursonas which was a wings of fire fanflight called kitsunewings or smth. and also my first species character (he predated the dragon), a bayfox, which was drawn in krita. i never used krita again after this. coincidentally, i was also never active in bayfoxes after submitting him.

i crawled back to ibispaint no matter how many new free programs i tried.. (also tried firealpaca once. i couldn’t even figure out how to draw a line…)

may 2019, 12

the rise of my longest lasting fursona. she got stolen on a shitty app called anime maker once. i can’t remember if she’s older than the dragon, andromeda, but her older iterations definitelt are. this character was just the FIRST first fursona that i actually called that, since i didn’t even really know what a furry was at first

june 2019, 12

my first commission that i sold for like 30 deviantart points (i only used the site for commission purposes, as mentioned before i never really used it lmao)

also i tried to make a closed species on wings of fire amino. second image. it was terribly stressful ; this was around the time i met my longest lasting group of friends (hi freak bin! 5 years <3) and.. some of the worst people i’ve ever met in my life at the same time, LMAOOO

also here’s this kokichi ouma dog i made before i even knew what danganronpa was. i would find out much later, unfortunately

march 2020, still 12 (cause of my august birthday 😒)

there’s a really big gap in my files here. sad! my art kicks into gear at this point tbh, i like how i did the lines. wish i had the energy for such clean lineart still :-(

i think around this time i lost contact with the people who were my groomers (which i would realize later) and i’m thankful that i don’t even remember what their names are.

april 2020 - july 2020, 12

okay these aren’t awful actually. HOW WAS MY ART SO DETAILED. i admire baby frets power, jesus christ

i also did a design raffle when i hit 500 amino followers which is still the most i’ve ever gotten as a following. pretty crazy, i wonder who owns this dude now, i still think they’re cute

august 2020, 13

wow i’m 13 now look at that. i had to go digging for this one, only one i could find that was remotely close to my birthday (it’s the 25th!) this was a drawing for my friend bea lol

was still friends with some pretty shitty people from wings of fire amino, and it was really taking a toll on me. i don’t remember drawing as often as i used to during that time because of all of that.

december 2020, 13

i wish i could still draw backgrounds.. i need more practice

january 2021, 13

okay honestly these are really cute. i don’t know wtf kind of motivation i had for this much detail. the shading is pretty damn good

april 2021, 13

still going strong with the shading and backgrounds. not much to say around this time either lol. the first one is an older design of mine, but they’re pretty damn cute.. i wonder what happens to the desgins i lose track of? but ik this guy has a toyhouse profile i just refuse to look through my like. 200 pages of character designs on there…

july 2021, 13

PUDDLE! PUDDLE OH HOW I MISS YOU. my original favorite oc, i got so much art of him & drew him so much he reached 100 pieces in less than a month. i also met my best friend through this dude.

my art got.. blocky? here? idk what i was doing with all of that but it lasts for a while. lol

october 2021, 14

one year older and i got neo twewy for my birthday and it changed my life permanently. in several ways. anyhow, here’s frindoka furries.. they live in my files forever and will never b drawn again because they got redesigned several more times LOLLLLL

this is the month after i broke off permanently from my shitty old friends, with support of some other friends of mine. thank you guys… i did proceed to get harassed and made paranoid over my text messages by the shitty friends cause they were mad i got one of them banned from a furry adopts server for being literally dangerous. i do know it was them bc it was admitted to & they were some of the only people i gave my phone number to. i was kind of dumb for that

i was happy after my birthday because 13 was one of the worst years of my life. literal constant spirals and breakdowns because this is when i realize i was, in fact, groomed. i’m well and handling it better now.

january 2022, 14

my first d&d character, the mark of my eventual spiral into heath insanity… shadow how i miss you. i ended up redesigning them later on

march 2022, 14

i got into a pokemon arpg around this time and it took over my life for MONTHSSSS. kind of a shitty community in it though, but i appreciate how it improved my artwork. i’m back at the backgrounds! it’s shut down indefinitely now. rip eeveemporium

april 2022, 14

I FOT BACK INTO WAKFUUUU😭😭😭 also got pretty comfortable in my identity as a transgender nonbinary person, but i would get MORE comfortable about my identity later on :-)

this is going to be continued in a reblog because i did, in fact, hit the image limit. oopsie daisies

#my art #art timeline

[thedawningofthehour]

Hi!! Yes, hello, I cried again, thank you for that. Even though you said we „shouldn’t expect too much“, my heart is still very much cracked haha

ANYWAY, since the guessing game is still on, I was thinking a lot during this chapter. My guess is, either Raph has a really stupid idea that he‘s thinking through right now and that‘s why he‘s been so quiet OR smth happens to the Hueso place and he like sacrifices himself to get his family to escape like idk maybe EPF or smth knocks at the door and he holds them off

And so I was wondering if you could tell us when this stupid thing is gonna happen, I have a feeling it might be like the book 2 finale or somewhere close to that??

ALSO, I was wondering how you organise your chapters and the plot you write about. Do you have like a pinboard and put the NYC map on it and connect the dots with red yarn? (Detective style) or do you use some program or are just…weird and memorise it all?

Maybe he hasn't actually had the stupid idea yet, but he's definitely ruminating on everything that eventually compels him to make that decision.

The stupid thing will be a direct consequence of the final climax, so it'll be coming up here soon. I'm going to put up a poll probably after the next chapter.

I'm giddy that we're getting there, honestly. There's a foreshadow I put in literally in the single-digit chapters of Book 1 and when I wrote that I couldn't imagine actually getting to that point. I always feel like I'm going to die or something before I finish stuff, like, I was shocked when I finished doth.

Oh my goooood I am so terrible about plotting and outlines and stuff. I always, always feel like I'm in elementary school filling out a worksheet. I am basically this guy

except there is no paper because I haven't written anything down I'm just sleep deprived and rambling and smoking copious amounts of weed. (I have never smoked weed)

I know generally how the plots go, and as chapters draw closer I start thinking more specifically about where parts should go and where they would fit best. The whole war kick-off thing, that originally was going to happen after the third reverse-kidnapping, (the mall with the mercenaries one) but Gale and Mikey were still having their library trips, and that just seemed like an...awkward thing to have hanging over them. And it just didn't have to be. I could have cut that arc short, delayed the third reverse-kidnapping until after after the library meetings were discovered, or I could push off the war. And the war didn't need to happen then-if anything, it complicated the other plot points that needed to happen. And I think it worked out for the better this way.

I'm not totally satisfied with this method though. When I was writing Book 1, I had probably about half the fic written before I started posting-it was all in one document, Donnie's scenes were all together and Leo's scenes were in some incomprehensible order and often unfinished because I wasn't expecting to post anything and would just stop when I felt like it, when I finally committed to putting it to order I think I had like eight documents open at one point and three different highlighter colors to denote what I'd done in the master document, it was an ORDEAL-but it meant that I could group scenes together based on what was most effective, move things around very easily. The fact that Leo and Donnie's chapters were pointedly not happening at the same time helped a lot too. In Book 2, I end up writing with two, maybe three chapters planned ahead in my brain, and I feel like that forces me to sometimes rely on short-term climaxes that add to the word count but don't really do much for the story overall, or put off certain things that I don't particularly feel like writing at the time or don't know would work there. Book 2 would probably be significantly shorter if I'd plotted it out the way I did Book 1.

...What were we talking about? Oh! I do actually have a map of NYC open pretty much constantly in my fic window, it probably shows when they were driving around last chapter that I was literally going along the border with my pointer finger. But I'm terrible and I don't write any of this shit down. I usually remember, but there have been occasions where I've completely forgotten what I was going to do, and I think it was chapter 32 where I had pretty much finished the rest of the chapter and then realized I'd forgotten the final Leo scene-which was a pretty major scene. So I guess...yeah, weird and memorize sounds correct, but I don't actually do it that well.

#if you can parse anything here bless you #i wasn't planning on typing this much so it's very much stream of consciousness #doth asks

[lovelami]

Types of people in my gigantic Bengali family

A/N: this was @rinniemybeloved 's idea. I just wrote this since she's shit at writing 🤷🤷

Warnings: my family who were born drunk even without alcohol, my terrible bangla spelling and tangaili accent

The babies: "আম্মু আমি কোকোমেলন দেকব"

Translation: "Mom I wanna watch cocomelon"

These midgets are everywhere. One is in your room sleeping, one is on the floor somehow not getting stepped on, another one is the tablet kid sitting next to her mom watching cocomelon, the list could go on. You're gonna randomly hear one of them screaming in the middle of a family reunion for no reason.

The bob cut girl: "আমি খেতে চাই না"

Translation: "I'm don't wanna eat"

Bob cut girls. They either have short hair and anger issues, short hair and a crush on an anime character, or short hair and doesn't wanna eat. Or all of them. Some of them are actually pretty cool but it's really rare. But they're not the worst because they'll probably be on their phones reading smth in the corner, not disturbing anyone.

The dadu: "তুই কুন ক্লাসে পরস?"

Translation: "what grade are you in?"

The grandpa that feels so awkward to talk to because the only thing he's gonna do is say hello, ask how you are, and ask what grade you're in. The third question just feels really weird because you're gonna see him several times in the same year and he's gonna keep on asking you the same question, "What grade you in?"

The gamer boys: "তোর কন্ট্রোলার অনছিস!?"

Translation: "you brought your controller!?"

It's basically a bunch of teenage boys who all huddle up in one room and pull out, like, three oculuses out of nowhere. Most of them are quiet though, but once in a while you'll here a few yells and stuff. How these boys will act kinda depends on what part of Bangladesh you're from though.

The kutni aunties: "জানেন আমার স্বামী আজ কি করেছে, আপু?"

Translation: "you know what my husband did today, sister?"

The aunties who are gonna sit down on the dining table, pointing their index finger at random people at the gathering while you could be doing absolutely nothing wrong and they would still give you a noticeable side eye. But when they aren't trash talking about people, they're bragging about what their husbands did like 2 months ago.

The aunties' fave: "আমি আজ পর্যাপ্ত খাবার খেয়েছি"

Translation: "i've had enough food today"

The aunties, especially the kutnis, are all over him. The quote might sound weird, but it actually fits because this boy will be forced to get all that fish on his plate as a way of "showing their love for him" from his aunties. This dude gets proposals like every month or so since he gets a lot of money or is studying a subject that will give him a lot of money in the future. He's also not that bad-looking.

+ ° + ° + ° + ° + ° +

That's all I could think of, but this was really fun!

#Bangladesh #bengali #bangali family #family drama

[deadpool-scar-bro]

a couple of days ago i bought some japanese snacks from the supermarket 'cause they were on sale and i was like "fuck when will i have this chance again?" so i did it and i told my friends

i wanted to do a taste testing with them but they were all pretty busy so they asked me to do a review for them (actually they wanted me to do it on stream but... well, maybe some other time)

i thought of writing down a more cohesive review here i guess. so here is my overall score:

don't mind the stupid ass mexican government stickers on the bags

kasugai mame mix. 7/10. out of all of these savory snacks i liked the mix 'cause it incorporates more variety on the flavors, although the fish smell is pretty noticeable from the moment you open the bag. i prefered the ones with little wakame pieces. they didn't get a higher grade (is that what its called?) 'cause i thought the red ones were spicy and i was SEVERELY disappointed when they weren't.

kasugai crispy squid peanuts. 5/10. didn't know these were squid until i researched the name so... i thought they were just like... mexican hot nuts or smth idk. its not that i didn't like them, hell, i almost finished the whole bag on my own (but then my sister was like "i wanna try some too save some for me!" and i had to restrain myself). the sole reason why i didn't give it at least a 6 it's cause i definetely thought they could've benefited from some kind of acid. lemon or tajin. make it spicy! (i might be biased, also i might try to put some tajin and valentina on them someday).

kasugai caramel cream frappe candy. 8/10. these were very good! i'm not much for hard candy 'cause i just like to munch on things and the temptation of munching on these kind of candy is terrible 'cause its bad for your teeth. however, i do have to say that the frappe flavor wasn't very present. i could def taste the caramel and cream but i guess i was expecting also a hint of coffee or smth. i just thought it tasted like a kind of mild butterscotch candy.

kasugai roasted green beans. 6/10. its got kind of a weird texture. i was expecting them to be a little crunchier. that being said the flavor is not bad. to me it's just... too one note. but then again tajin could make them better.

overall i think these were... too much salt to be consuming in one afternoon.

oh!! i also tried yuzu juice!! it was kind of like orange juice but the aftertaste was... different. at first i thought it was kind of bitter but then as i kept drinking the taste got milder and sweeter. not as sweet as mexican juice but i liked that.

#personal stuff

[introvert--weeb]

Hello! I hope ur doing okay don’t forget to drink water it’s important!!! Ohom can l request reader wearing their s/o’s jacket and acting like them in the mirror like “l’m the _____ do you wanna die?!” Smth like that and her s/o is watching them while this is happening if it’s okay can you add smiley, izana (you can add his earings too it’ll be cute!) and baji you can add others if you want or can ignore this ily!

This is adorable!! Of course I will! 💕 And thank you, you make sure you keep hydrated as well ❤️

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

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Smiley, Izana, Baji with reader impersonating them

TW: mentions of playful threats, teasing, terrible impersonations, manga spoilers (Izana), author writes these while extremely tired, may have not been proofread entirely but author will look over at some point 😅

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Nahoya 'Smiley'

It had all started out as the two of you were casually hanging out in his room, exchanging the odd affection here and there. Nahoya had asked you to come over so you, him and Souya could watch a new movie that he had bought earlier that week. However, this would require snacks, something you had to remind your boyfriend. And so, the twins had left you alone in Smiley's room to head to the shop and buy the required supplies. Not without your boyfriend teasing you over how you pouted at him due to his teasing over your sweet tooth.

Bored, you let your eyes wander around the room in search of something to keep you entertained. After all, being left alone is boring as hell. So when your eyes caught sight of Nahoya's Toman jacket, you felt a bubble of excitement rise in your chest. Before you could even think the plan through fully, you pulled the sleeves over your arms and fastened it. Nahoya's usual cologne filled your nose as the fabric hung loosely off your frame.

Making your way towards the full length mirror that resided in Nahoya's bedroom, you grinned at how good you looked. Maybe you should steal his jackets more often because you looked amazing! You could probably convince him to let you have a hoodie or two since you understood you couldn't take his Toman jacket. Maybe commissioning Mitsuya to make you one was a viable option? That thought was tucked away for now.

While admiring yourself in the reflection, an idea popped into your mind. Why not pretend to be Nahoya? After all, it was only you in the home and it was an entertaining idea. So this is how it all started.

Your lips pulled until you had the grin your boyfriend was known for as your mind reeled through all the phrases you knew he would say. It was entertaining trying to get his voice right (you never could) and you couldn't help thinking that it was a good impersonation of your beloved.

Nahoya was about to enter his room when he noticed what you were doing. He had arrived at the door as you had gotten to the 'I'll kill you' line that Smiley was known for, his hand slapping over his mouth to stop the laughter that threatened to expose his position. Wanting to enjoy the show more, the boy made himself comfortable leaning against the door frame as his face displayed just how amused he was. After all, who wouldn't be entertained by their partner trying their best to be like them?

You eventually caught sight of your boyfriend in the mirror's reflection, your cheeks flushing a deep red from the embarrassment. Greeting your boyfriend with an awkward wave, you watched as he came closer and flushed an even deeper red at the laughter that he let loose.

Smiley couldn't stop his laugh now. Not when you looked so cute in his jacket and the memory of you impersonating him still fresh in his mind. Once he was close enough, he brought you into his arms to place a soft kiss on your forehead with his smile never leaving his face.

"Ya really think I talk like that, huh?" Smiley would laugh more before deciding to give you some pointers. The movie would be forgotten about (much to Souya's confusion) as Nahoya and yourself would continue with the impersonation, your boyfriend laughing while you entertained him.

Izana

Izana had invited you around so you could both hang out. Really, you just think he wanted to be held because that's all the two of you had been doing since you had entered his room. However, you did notice that Izana was without his earrings, him explaining how they got uncomfortable when he was lazing around. Understandable.

Your boyfriend was close to falling asleep, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair soothing him. It was rare for him to get time to just relax, especially with the plans of the upcoming brawl with Tokyo Manji. He had already spent hours with his Heavenly Kings simply planning an attack strategy. For now, all he wanted was to think about how good you were for him and nap.

Just as his eyes had shut, sleep trying to take ahold of his body, his phone rang. Due to how quiet it was in his room, the ringtone caused you to jolt from the sudden noise. If it hadn't just ruined a perfect moment between the two of you, Izana would have teased you over your reaction. However, all he could think of was killing whoever dared call him and maybe hunt down their families too just to make a point. It was only as it was Kakucho that the boy answered, taking the call out of his room for more privacy.

It all happened too quickly for you to process it. One moment Izana's head was on your lap, the next he was out of the room on the phone to someone. However, you did understand that Izana was the leader of Tenjiku and had been spending a lot of his time with them. Maybe it was something to do with that.

However, you were getting bored. So bored in fact that your phone just wasn't going to cut it. Your eyes aimlessly wandered around the room until they landed on something that could entertain you. A full-length mirror, a pair of long earrings, and Izana's Tenjiku jacket. Yes, they could entertain you.

Thank God your ears were already pierced. Putting on the long red jacket and the earrings, you couldn't help but laugh a little at how you looked. The Tenjiku jacket was big on you (Izana was taller) and it made you look like a child trying on their parent's clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror and admiring your reflection, a silly idea popped into your mind. Why not try your hand at impressions? And you had the props for a perfect Izana. Without thinking about what you would do when your boyfriend came back, you started to impersonate the Tenjiku King.

You had gotten the head tilt and smile almost perfect. Now all that was left was the voice, which you were struggling with. However, it was more entertaining with how different it sounded. Just needed more lines to practice the voice with. So that's when your mind started coming up with things that Izana would never say but you wanted him to.

It was as you were midway through the "I'm the great Izana! Bow down to me, peasants" line when said male entered back into the room. Amusement at your actions danced in his eyes when he realised you still hadn't noticed his presence. Who was he to ruin the show after all. So he leaned against the wall, a soft smile on his features as he admired how his jacket and earrings looked on you.

Moments passed before you noticed the handsome sight of your boyfriend in the mirror's surface. Embarrassment filled your body but you simply smiled over at Izana, commenting that you couldn't resist the chance. Izana would just softly laugh before saying that you did look good in his things

Baji

It had become a routine in your relationship. You would come over to the Baji residence on a Saturday and the two of you would spend the day either playing videogames or reading manga together. If it was a particularly good day, the two of you might even go on his beloved bike and visit a cat café or simply drive. Saturday was quick to become one of your favourite days in the entire week.

This particular Saturday, the weather wasn't ideal for a bike ride and so this left both you and Keisuke with your usual options. You had found yourself relaxing in your boyfriend's arms as your latest manga read was in your hands. Keisuke was busy trying his hardest to read a textbook as a test was coming up in the week. It would be a lie to say that you weren't impressed with Keisuke studying to make his dear mother proud. Hell, you would study just to make the sweet Mother Baji proud!

Just as you had finished the volume of your manga and was about to help your boyfriend in studying, the sound of his ringtone echoed around the quiet room. Keisuke was quick to check who it was, a little happy that someone had interrupted his studying. After all, none of it was making much sense to him. It was as the name 'Chifuyu' flashed onto his screen that he decided he needed to take it. It could be some Toman business that he possibly forgot about and would need to know. And so, he apologised for cutting the cuddling short before leaving his room to answer the call.

Now what were you meant to do? You had finished the manga and hadn't brought any others. So, you were stuck. Feeling bored, your gaze travelled around the room until they landed on the Toman jacket and sash. That was when the idea came to your mind.

In no time, you were off the bed and already in the process of pulling the jacket on your smaller frame. The jacket itself dwarfed you under its size, falling to your mid-thigh. Of course it would though, Keisuke was taller than you and bigger due to his build. But it was cute how it fell and the scent of your boyfriend's usual cologne had seeped into the material, making it feel as though Keisuke was wrapping you into his arms. Although you could just be happy like this, you had a plan and so the sash was clumsily tied how it would be on Baji.

You walked over to the mirror, having to prevent yourself from laughing over the appearance. It was as if a child had borrowed their dad's favourite jacket when playing dress up. However, there was still the plan. So, feeling childish and thinking this was the best idea ever, you began trying to impersonate your beloved. Copying his speech pattern and actions, you actually thought your impersonation was pretty accurate.

Baji had finished up the call, thankful that Chifuyu had called him up to remind him that there was a Toman meeting tonight at Musashi Shrine. Mikey would kill him if he missed another one. As he neared his bedroom door though, he was surprised to hear you talking. Maybe you had gotten a call too? Keisuke opened his door only to find the funniest sight ever. You were in front of his full-length mirror, a beautiful smile on your face as the line 'I am the great Keisuke Baji, do you wanna die?' flowed out of your mouth. Your voice was purposefully deeper but did not sound like him.

He couldn't hold back his amusement or laughter and approached where you were standing. Although he loved the impressions you were doing, he couldn't help but give you pointers while sorting the sash that was skewed on your figure. You on the other hand, had a blush that covered your cheeks, ears and neck. Your boyfriend had just caught you trying to act like him and wearing his sacred gang uniform. However, Keisuke would make you practice some of the impressions, all while grinning at how cute you were.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #anime drabble #nahoya x reader #tokyo revengers nahoya #nahoya kawata #smiley x reader #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #keisuke baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji tokyo revengers #requested #laura writes for tokyo revengers

[books-and-catears]

Im actually unsure if ive sent a request already (if i did im sorry i have1 terrible memory T-T;;)

But if not would it be okay to request for an GN! MC who the brothers realize was a big idol back in the human world but they never said that to them? Like maybe they found through magazines or internet or smth?

Hope this is okay and have a good day!!

Awww honey don't apologize! Also thank you so much for the request! You have an amazing day too!

This is such a interesting and hilarious ask!This is going to be super fun to write hehehe :3

(Oh and just a general fact for anyone who comes across my blog I try to always make my MC gender neutral unless a specific gender is requested.)

Lucifer

Lucifer: For some reason there have been a lot of attempts to summon me from the human realm.

MC: Oh? That really works?

Lucifer: Well not always but we occasionally they get it right. But that's the not the issue here.

MC: Oh did they ask for something weird?

Lucifer: I got 22 summons. 18 of them had your name in their demands. And I checked their identities, they are not related to you, in any way. Mind explaining what's going on?

MC: *embarassed* I was slightly drunk on stage one day and might have told the people as a joke that if I ever went missing, they could try asking the devil for me.

Lucifer: Your people? Do you have cult up there?

MC: Well cult is a strong word. Fanbase is the more commonly used term...

Lucifer: How many people?

MC: Um...

Lucifer: How many more times will I be summoned MC?

MC: Um a few million times?

Lucifer: *exasperated dad noises*

Mammon

Mammon: MC what is net worth?

MC: Eh I'm not sure but maybe sum of assets or something

Mammon: YOU HAVE 20 MILLION WORTH OF ASSETS?

MC: Ah well I don't really accept it as mine cause there's a lot of people involved so I signed it over to my parents anyway.

Mammon: BUT HOW DO YOU HAVE THE ASSETS?

MC: 5 years worth of good record and merch sells are enough for it suppose?

Mammon: Records...MC you were a famous singer in the human world?!

MC: Ah well idol is what they called us. We had to dance a lot too.

Mammon: HOW COME NONE OF US KNEW THIS?! MC THIS IS HUGE WE CAN EVEN MARKET YOUR SKILLS HERE AND WE WILL BE RICH!

MC: *sigh*....this is why none of you knew.

Leviathan

Levi: MC can I tell you something strange?

MC: How strange are we talking?

Levi: Like when I saw you for the first time, you looked awfully familiar.

MC: Ah do I resemble some character you like?

Levi: An idol actually. There was this human world group that was a big hit for five years! But then they disbanded two years ago. You look like my favourite one. *Pointing to old poster*

MC: *looks at themself in ridiculous blue hair* Ahahhaa thanks Levi although I gotta admit that is my least favourite look.

Levi: You even have the same name as them it's almost uncanny- wait. Did you say 'MY least favourite look'?

MC: Guilty as charged....

Levi: YOU'RE ACTUALLY MC! THE MC! THE IDOL MC! *falls on the ground*

MC: Levi you okay?! Calm down it's-

Levi: MC IS IN MY ROOM!? MC IS SITTING NEXT TO ME?! MC IS LIVING IN THE SAME HOUSE AS ME!? MC GOES TO MY SCHOOL!? MC IS MY BEST FRIEND?!

MC: Yes Levi...Yes to all of them now calm down please! You're going to have heart attack!

Satan

Satan: MC come here for a minute would you?

MC: Yes, Satan?

Satan: So I tried to procure some human world magazines for Asmo and ended up going through them myself and *flips to a page and pointing towards an old picture of you* by any chance is this you?

MC: Haha didn't expect you to recognize me with that get up.

Satan: So when were you going to tell us you're about your fame in the human world?

MC: Does it even matter? It has been two years since I've last been on stage I'm sure people have forgotten now.

Satan: The recent article disagrees. *Reads from magazine* "MC hasn't been active in any of their social media accounts recently. While they did tend to go on long breaks of inactivity, this hiatus has been stretching for 5 months. They haven't even appeared in any of their fellow member's pictures either. An interview with one of the members said, 'They haven't even been answering texts nor calls. Their parents tell us they've gone away for a while but won't tell us where."

MC: Jesus I leave for six months and they make a whole mystery novel about me.

Satan: Well it's rather fun to keep the people on their toes. I can think of ways to fuel this fire.

MC: Satan no-

Asmodeus

Asmo: *comes running into your room* MC! How could you not tell me!?

MC: Eh? Tell you what?

Asmo: That you had a partner in the human world already?! And that you both are a FAMOUS POWER COUPLE!?

MC: Eh? Who said I was-

Asmo: Don't you lie to me! *holds up an edit playing on his phone* Look at these two people under the same umbrella! You're the one holding it aren't you!? Who are they MC? Do you love them more than me?!

MC: *sigh* No Asmo, they're just a friend who liked to screw with the paparazzi. And the paparazzi was over eager with us cause a lot of people loved shipping us.

Asmo: And why were you shipped with them?! I'm clearly a better match!

MC: *scratches head* Ah probably I used to pull too many pranks with them on stage and we were given a lot of duets and dances together.

Asmo: Stage? Duets? Dances? MC ...were you an IDOL?!

MC: ....yes?

Asmo: *squealing* WAIT TILL I MAKE YOU BECOME AN IDOL HERE TOO ALONG WITH ME SO PEOPLE WILL SHIP US INSTEAD!

Beelzebub

Beel: MC I heard from the others that you used to be a famous idol.

MC: Ah they told you too? Atleast your reaction is much calmer.

Beel: I heard famous people get lots of gifts from fans! Including snacks and candy!

MC: Haha we did. Only we weren't allowed to eat them.

Beel: ...but it's your gift. Of course you're allowed to eat them?!

MC: *sigh* Being in a idol group meant having to maintain your looks at all times. And weight was a big issue. I remember during tours we only had to live off apples, cucumbers and pea soup for a week.

Beel: That doesn't sound nice at all. *sad Beel noises* Here MC. *gives you half his sandwich* You can eat as much as you like here!

MC: Thank you so much, Beel.

Belphegor

Belphie: Did you get enough sleep being an idol and all? Beel told me you used to be one.

MC: Between late night practices and early morning workouts? I managed on three hours of sleep.

Belphie: That's less than half the ideal amount for humans.

MC: Ah well all of us needed to be perfect with the performance or we'd be screamed at or worse suspended.

Belphie: Performance for people who only need to see your face to start screaming. So much wasted energy. It's good that you left. Adoration from a bunch of strangers isn't worth losing sleep.

MC: I know right? It is nice to have a lot of people love you maybe but if I can't even be awake enough to appreciate them... what's the point?

Belphie: Come here. *wraps you up in his blanket* I help you catch up on the years of sleep you've missed.

MC; Thanks, Belphie.

#obey me headcannons #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me fluff #obey me levi #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me x mc #obey me mc is an idol #obey me idol mc #obey me gn! mc

[bemylord]

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

characters: probably all in the aot world.

warnings: au, modern to aot, superpower, action, curse words, might be spoilers, deviation from the canon, my broken sence of humor, open final.

synopsis: you have woke up in the cellar, feeling a terrible headache as you opened eyes, you could barely see faces in front of you - it's all a blur. the next thing you heard is: 'kill her?' and 'no, we need her alive'

butler's remark: i hope you're doing well, today i made @gipumar request but! it's not over yet. i'll, i guess, write four and final [final would be a drabble] parts. i started from the first season and to the last one. [i'm watching last season rn]. reader is a titan! i also watched 1st season and second a couple of months ago, so i may have forgotten smth, but it's my au, and there will be a slight deviation from the canon. + reader and levi having their attitude.

➝ back to the main master list.

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you couldn't see anything - you've got a headache, tinnitus, you also can't move, as you couldn't feel your body - you wanted to open eyes, but again, every slightest movements causes unbearable pain all over the body. your overhear someone voice, or voices, or it's your imagination is playing with you. you mumbled, not being able to mutter out half a word.

'what's wrong? i've had drink a lot yesterday, jesus christ.'

the five human senses begin to activate, as if after a long time in a disconnected mode. you tossed your head back as you feel your muscles, barely feel the rest of the body as if is a closed location where you need access.

'kill her?'

'no, we need her alive'

as you overhear unknown voices, that aren't belong to your family or friends, you did a step forwards, as handcuffs are holding you from escaping. from under your open eyelids, you could barely see anything: some kind of light on the left side and two men in front of you, standing behind .. jail grate?

'where..'

throat ached as you pronounce the word, close eyes. the clarity is starting to appear as you could feel your fingers and arms being handcuffed. slowly turned head to the right side to see the room you are, noticing some kind of anciety? the walls are made of brick, the floor also, incomprehensible handcuffs. you weren't a criminal, but the general knowledge of what a prison cell looks like you knew from movies and shows.

'where.. am i..'

you heard a slight giggle, turning head to the sound, noticing two man: one is tall and well-built, the blond one. the next one is smaller, he's leaning against the wall, not even peek at you.

'stupid bitch, you better be talking right now. who are you and what you were planning to do, br-'

'levi! we had talked about it, calm down.'

as they quarrel, you've got an opportunity to scrutinize their state: the blond guy is clearly the captain or leader - the way he sits and his way of speaking, significantly different from the other guy.

the short one is obviously mad or annoyed, maybe you ain't good at reading people but he isn't looking at you, shows his irritation by gesture: arms crossed over his chest as he scows and half-mutter under his breath.

'who are you?' you suddenly asked, unawares them. 'why.. where? the fuc-'

'i told you, erwin, that pathetic bitch doesn't.. fine, i'll be quiet'

erwin. levi. who are they? what are you doing here? lots of questions - any answers.

you find yourself being on your knees as your wrists in the handcuffs. you wear ridiculous and funny clothes - a long linen shirt, probably for man, but you could feel you're wearing the only shirt.

your eyes widened at the of thought what they did to you while you were sleeping, moved hands forward as the chance to break the shackles. you failed, feeling pain in your shoulders.

'who are you? what happened? i'll call the police you're perverts!'

'the court wants to kill you, you'd better not move.'

the court? kill? girl, you have troubles. a big-big one.

'please, what happened? did i kill someone? did i.. what? i'll call to my lawyer'

erwin, as you might remember right, sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. the guy next to him giggled, holding himself from offensive phrases.

'you are a titan, girl. yes, you saved us and our town from the titan whilst eren was plugging the hole in the wall.'

'titan? how did i end up here?'

'a bright flash appeared in the sky and then we saw you - in a titan guise.'

you raise one eyebrow, pondering over words the blond said. titan? your knowledge on the theme 'titan' is poor. in the modern world, not many people are interested or being keen on that theme. vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers [jjk, lol] - is favorite theme for fantasy movies.

you smiled, to which the boys frowned. you smirked first, before you burst out laughing out loud. titan? did you saved a town? nice prank it was.

'come on, nice prank it was. but i have a headache and also i want to rest 'cause tomorrow i have a math test and my teacher will kill me if i won't be there.'

levi smiles as he heard you.

'do what you've planned, i won't interfere.'

'finally.'

levi opened the door grate with a foot, immediately make a fist of your hair, tossed your head back.

'i don't care you're woman or man, you'll take your punishment. prank? lawyer? you make up new words, you trashy girl.'

the way he looks into your eyes, practically choking you, as you're hard to swallow your saliva either take a deep breath. first, you thought he's the weak one, not having force at all. just being a regular soldier who's following someone's orders.

'listen, you will walk with us and we will show you the wall, maybe you'd remember the action if not - prepare your pretty face'

he took the shackles off you, letting his hands carelessly fall onto your knees as you feel his hands on your wrists with an order: i didn't tell you i give you the recovery time.

the hallway they are leading you is full of soldiers with a weapon in their arms who're following you with their eyes on you, whispering each other.

you turned right and left a few times before finding yourself on a small ledge where the town was spread out like the palm of your hand.

where is your city? where are you?

you are scared to ask 'the weak' one, contemplate on the unknowing town. small houses, without any skyscrapers, without cars, roads, without anything familiar to your world.

prank's out of control.

'it can't be true, i don't understand..' you make a step forward, as if to verify if it's accurate. 'i've transported into another world, it can't be true, where is.. police? explain me something, captain, huh?'

'stohess. the city you are in now. perhaps you're as much help from another world as you're a mighty titan.'

stohess. europe? america? maybe it's a small town somewhere in the... somewhere in the world. your world.

'do you remember something?'

he turned his head to your face, waiting for the negative answer. yes, you noded. you couldn't remember anything from what and who you were, how you ended up being here. but you told him something about the country you live. well, you had been leaving.

'someone must have sent you to save our city, girl.'

'y/n. my name is y/n.'

he stares at you like you're an idiot whilst you still examine the view. in front of you, far beyond in the center you noticed a huge figure - titan, - you wanted to ask, but levi was the first.

'right, titan. if it weren't for you, he would have killed half the city, crushing everything in his path. don't waste our time, girl.'

'it's hard to think when i'm under the pressure'

he turned around to leave.

'then, it means i need to kill you today. breathe fresh air while your head is on your shoulders.'

(≧◡≦) love leaving people guessing what will next. i'm sorry for this short part. i need to go out of town for a few days, so i'll leave the next part for later. tomorrow or the day after tomorrow i want to write a little drabble about yaoi, it'll kenma x kuroo, just sfw.

#aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #aot levi #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan levi #attack on titan #erwin smith #aot #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot scenario #attack on titan scenarios

[namelessayakashi]

Merlin/Arthur Fic Rec List

This is going to be a long post, so the recs start blow the cut!

I wanted to make a fic rec list!! So, here I am. Should be doing my uni homework that's due tonight but I am a terrible procrastinator.

I will probably make another one later on when I have more time that is more organized, but this one is in no particular order.

Last Updated 23 Sept. 2021

Also, quickly, a big thank you to @kickassfu for the making gif above for this post, ilysm Maf!!

Onto the fics!

Unsaid Love by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Return Fic; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 4,022

Quick Summary: Songfic for the song Unsaid Emily from Julie & the Phantoms. Follows Merlin through the years as every century on Arthur's birthday more and more of a song is revealed to him when he goes to sleep. [Regency setting fic]

-- I am still not over this fic of @aeonthedimensionalgirl's, this fic is literally incredible. It is so good. I recommend reading it with Unsaid Emily playing on repeat in the background.

The Wisdom Of The Ages by tehfanglyfish

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Fluff; Getting Together

Wordcount: 4,200

Quick Summary: "Saving Arthur while disguised as Dragoon the Great was all well and good until the king decided the old sorcerer deserved a reward. On the run from Arthur, Merlin finds sanctuary in an elderly women's social club. What was supposed to be a one-time visit becomes a regular part of Merlin's week, as he returns each Friday to discuss recipes, commiserate about aches and pains, and lament the state of his love life." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Such a good fic, honestly, like. Merlin befriends Camelot's elderly ladies. Need I say more? It's great.

Forgetful Days by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 620

Quick Summary: "Arthur is very forgetful. Luckily, Merlin is there to help." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Seriously, @oncefutureemrys this fic is so cute and it's just great, def recommend it

Home in Your Arms by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 1,574

Quick Summary: "Arthur is missing Merlin when when he hears someone knocking on the door..." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Yes, another one from OFE, because I love her and her fics. This fic is so sweet, it is a modern University AU!

Ink On A Page by Hisa_Ai

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff

Wordcount: 2,170

Quick Summary: Merlin writes his feelings on parchment, because if they are on paper, they are just words on a page, and not really his and didn't hold any meaning. One day Arthur notices him writing on one of these pieces of parchment.

-- Literally so beautiful. I loved this fic so much, and I recommend it so much. It is a canon era confessions fic, and it's just so good.

Fool Me Once by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Type: Humor; Magic Revealed; Dark Humor

Wordcount: 18, 728

Quick Summary: "Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic, but can’t seem to kill him. Merlin is just trying to protect Arthur. They become a begrudgingly effective duo. Arthur doesn't understand why they think he isn't noticing this." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I mean, can I just recommend this entire series? Seriously, the series this fic is in is just--excellent. I love this fic. It has Immortal Merlin and Uther Knowing about his magic. Seriously, though, just this series is amazing ahah Exceptionally Exceptional, Calling the Middleman, Returning the Favor, In Which Arthur Lets a Sorcerer Live and Regrets It, just to name a few, are incredible and I definitely recommend reading them.

for my beating heart is far too small for the entirety of my love for you by kickassfu

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1,566

Quick Summary: Arthur is trying to learn a little magic to surprise Merlin at his coronation after their wedding.

-- So, I actually gave @kickassfu the prompt for this one. And oh my gods. How they did it? So soft, sweet. It is so good, and I 100% recommend you check it out!

That’s my Man by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Magic Revealed; Arranged Marriage; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 2,287

Quick Summary: "By ancient, prophesied law, Arthur Pendragon must wed Emrys.

Problem is no one knows who they are." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I told you Aeon would be on here again! Love this fic so much. Love magic reveals, love arranged marriages. Seriously, this is great.

the house is flooded (as is his heart) by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Domestic Fluff; Return Fic

Wordcount: 2,281

Quick Summary: Arthur leaves to do some work in town, and Merlin runs into a bit of trouble with the cottage and their chickens while he's gone.

-- They have chickens. Enough said. No but really, this is so good, they live in a cottage and they have chickens and I definitely recommend this fic.

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Rating: Teens & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Magic Reveal, Emrys Reveal

Wordcount: 15,241

Quick Summary: Arthur has repealed the ban on magic, but Merlin still hasn't come clean about his identity. The issue comes in where, Arthur wants Emrys to be his Court Sorcerer

-- literally. cackled. this is so great, i loved this one. i read it in the morning and do not regret it one bit. some of the dialogue just killed me. it's a great fic, and you should definitely read it.

Arthur Pendragon's Business Judgment Rule by oddishly

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Woke Up Married

Wordcount: 27,459

Quick Summary: "Arthur and Merlin wake up married. Camelot is in the middle of treaty negotiations with a visiting king. It's okay, Arthur has a plan." - Summary directly from AO3

Lord Drake's Bequest by Pennyplainknits

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Modern Era, Fake Relationship

Wordcount: 9,966

Quick Summary: " "To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it." " - Summary directly from AO3

of all things magic, a cerulean haze by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Magic Reveal

Wc: 7,092

Summary: "When Arthur goes missing, Merlin goes off on his own searching for him. He knows to look for things that the others simply do not and has things at his disposal that the others, again, simply do not.

. . .Magical things, of course.

In all his power, worry, anger, and relentless searching, he has no idea the missing king is being shown all the things that Merlin is doing with that power.

. . .Magical things, of course." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Loved this sm. Gods, I was supposed to read this ages ago, but only FINALLY just found the time to last night and it was so great. Arthur is kidnapped while out doing smth for Merlin and it's just really good.

On the Run by Sorceressofdragons

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 18,155

Summary: After an unsuccessful attempt on their lives, new neighbours Arthur and Merlin decide to take off into the woods. Their destination is Morgana’s country estate, but these two city boys don’t know anything about survival—so if the foxes don’t get them, the lack of Monster Munch might. Featuring sex mishaps, weird food, walking in circles, and some obligatory cuddling. Oh, and Merlin is hung. - Summary directly from AO3

-- fucking KILLED me. This was just -- it was great. Literally, from the start I SWORE i knew the who and why only to discover I was totally off with the *why* and it was fantastic.

Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) by schweet_heart

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Soulmate Au, Modern Au

Wordcount: 15,834

Summary: Merlin used to like the idea of finding The One – until he fell in love with Arthur Pendragon. Now he has a boss he can't date (but can't stop thinking about), a soulmate he can't find (who has terrible taste in music), and a best friend who can't believe he still hasn't got his act together (even though it's seriously not his fault).Sometimes, life is unfairly complicated, even without your soulmate singing painfully catchy tunes in the back of your head. - Summary directly from AO3

-- This one was just great. The soulmates, the songs, the misunderstandings--it was great. I loved this one.

Note to Idiot by tinylilremus

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Harry Potter AU, Modern AU

Wordcount: 9,762

Summary: Arthur and Merlin are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad who work different shifts and share the same office. Arthur, who works the day shift, can't stand the rain. Merlin, who works the night shift, can't concentrate without it.

When they both get tired of changing the weather in the magical window in their underground office, is there a more British way to settle their differences than with a few passive-aggressive memos? - Summary directly from AO3

-- HP AU! A Ministry AU at that! I literally. I loved this so much. Merlin & Arthur are both in the AMRS, different shifts, and it's just hnsdsjdkh it's so good. Really, it's great. And we get to see them on the job a bit!!! Which is fun. This one is def a great one to read, esp if you like HP AUs

as stated previously, this list is being frequently updated with more fics!!!

#merlin #arthur #merthur #bbc merlin #fic rec #fanfic rec #fic rec list #not my fics #merlin bbc #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfiction #fanfic rec list #merlin/arthur #angst #humor #fluff #modern era #AU #alternate universe #long post

[pxedpiper]

Horizon (21)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader (Kim Hongjoong x Reader)

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

Previous / Masterlist / Next

A/N: Y'all ever just spend all night writing 23 pages of a chapter because you got possessed by the god of writing suddenly???? yeah that was me with this chapter bc HOOOOLYYY SHIT she's a long one! Not that I'm sure anyone will complain with that but like damn i really did go off here. Chapter warnings though: this does contain child abuse (though I don't think it's incredibly descriptive??? i tried my best) as well as uh smth near the end that i think y'all will like (eye emojis bc i'm on laptop) I hope you guys enjoy this EXTREMELY long chapter !!! i'm about to go pass out lmao

It wasn’t hard to corner Seonghwa; thanks to him spending a lot of time in the kitchen, it was easy to catch him during a time no one else was likely to interrupt. You casually strolled in, trying not to make it seem obvious that you were there for a reason.

“Hello, Seonghwa,” You greeted, “Are you busy?”

“Not terribly, just preparing dinner for later,” He replied, not looking at you, “I would like some help, however, if you’re willing.”

“No problem,” You jumped up, “What do you need?”

“Make sure these vegetables are cut up properly,” He instructed, handing you a kitchen knife, “It’s no dagger, but I don’t think I need to doubt your skills with a blade, now do I?”

You confirmed, “Jongho’s mother showed me what to do when we first went to his home, remember? I can handle this.” You began to chop the vegetables, letting a moment pass before you spoke up again. “Seonghwa?”

“Yes?” He answered absentmindedly, clearly focused on cooking.

“I couldn’t help but notice… Every time that Hongjoong brings up the possibility of seeing your families, you act differently. You and Yunho both, truly.” He froze in place at your words. “And I remember before, you told me it’d been six years since you’d last seen your family. I didn’t want to ask more at the time, because I was still new to the crew and didn’t want to pry, but I hope by now I’ve earned enough trust to be able to ask, Seonghwa.”

“It’s not a matter of trust,” He sighed, leaning forward onto the counter, “I don’t like to talk about it. It isn’t important, anyway.”

“Of course it’s important, it’s about you,” You replied, looking at him, “And I’d say it’s only fair, considering you know everything about my family. If you really don’t want me to know, then I’ll stop asking, but I think it might benefit the both of us if you still get upset over it.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking over your words, before sighing again, “I know by now you know the common theme amongst everyone in the crew, correct?”

“Yeah, that Hongjoong saved you all in some way,” You instantly responded, “It applies to me, too.”

“Well, I was the very first person he saved,” He began, “I was his first crewmate. He met me right as he’d stolen The Utopia from it’s former owner.”

“That recently?!” You were shocked, “That means you’ve known him since before he was the Pirate King!”

“Yes, Yunho and Mingi, as well,” Seonghwa nodded, “But I won’t go too deeply into that. You see, before I was a pirate, I was just a sailor, I’d go out sailing for food to help feed my family, my parents and little brother. But one day, a storm came with no warning, and we weren’t prepared. I was the only survivor of that crew.”

“Oh my god,” You almost whispered, “How did you survive?”

“To this day, I’m not sure,” Seonghwa admitted, “It was almost like I was meant to survive, like I wasn’t supposed to die there. Maybe one of Maddox’s tricks, now that I think about it, but who could tell for sure? The point is, I was alive, but still adrift in the middle of the ocean. I thought that if the storm didn’t kill me, surely the hunger or dehydration would. But that’s when Hongjoong came, barely managing the ship all on his own. He noticed me sailing on my own and brought me aboard, giving me something to eat and drink while he was at it.”

“That sounds like Hongjoong,” You smiled fondly, thinking of your captain.

Seonghwa matched your smile, “Yes, and I was so thankful. I felt as though I owed my life to him, and after finding out that he was in need of crewmates, I quickly volunteered to join. He was surprised, but not exactly in a position to turn it down. And thus, I became his quartermaster.”

You tilted your head slightly, “But, what about your family? What happened to them?”

“What, indeed,” He sighed, “I know you’re no stranger to how pirates are considered by the general public. I couldn’t go back as a pirate, what if they’d shame me or want no part of me anymore? Who could blame them if they did? I thought it better to just let them think I was dead, then they wouldn’t feel the shame of having a pirate as a son. But, even now…”

“You feel guilty over it,” You finished, catching on to what he was about to say, “Seonghwa, I really don’t think you need to worry. While, yes, maybe at the time they might’ve had a bad reaction, by now I’m sure they’d just be glad to know you’re alive, pirate or not. Maybe it’s time you finally saw them again, let them know you’re still here and thinking about them.”

“I can’t,” He shook his head, “At least, not now. I’m not ready to face them yet. Besides, with the war looming over our heads, there’s no guarantee I’d even survive, and how cruel would it be to show up in front of them only to die, this time genuinely? It’d be too much, for both me and them.”

“I understand,” You nodded gently, holding onto both of his hands, “I won’t tell you that we’ll definitely make it out of this, because I don’t know for sure, and we could all die in this war. But, I want you to promise me that if you make it out of the war alive, you’ll go find your family. They need the closure, and quite frankly, you need it, too. Can you do that for me, Seonghwa?”

“I… I’ll try,” Seonghwa hesitantly stated, “But I can’t promise anything. Let’s focus on winning this war first, shall we? Then we’ll see about me finding my family.”

“That’s good enough for me,” You grinned at him, “Now, do you still need help with dinner, or can you handle it by yourself?”

“I can take it from here, (Y/N),” He chuckled, almost as if he were amused. As you turned to leave the kitchen, you could hear him call after you, “(Y/N?)”

“Yes?” You turned to face him again.

He gave you a sincere smile, “Thank you. For listening.”

“It’s no problem,” You returned the smile with one of your own, “After all, what are friends for?”

~

Later, as you searched the ship for Yunho, you ran into someone near the bow of the ship. Looking up, you quickly saw that it was Eden.

“I’m so sorry, Captain Eden,” You quickly apologized, “I was looking for Yunho and wasn’t aware of my surroundings.”

“It’s fine,” The older man waved off, an almost disinterested look upon his face, “I was actually meaning to speak with you myself, Your Highness, without Hongjoong keeping watch over you. I had something to ask you.”

“Please, don’t call me by any titles, as I already said I have none,” You reminded, “But alright, what do you need?”

“How come you haven’t left the crew yet?” With that question, the mood changed so suddenly that you could hear a pin drop.

Unsure of what his meaning behind this question was, you hesitantly replied while trying to maintain a friendly air, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t-!”

“I mean to say, how come you haven’t left the crew and freed them of this war yet?” Eden cut you off, doubling down on his question, “You know there’s no possible way for a ragtag group of pirates to win against the Royal Navy, why not just give yourself up and spare their lives?”

Dropping the friendly air, you narrowed your eyes and frowned at him, “And where exactly do you come off speaking like that when, quite frankly, it’s none of your business?”

“You asked for my help and my charge is your captain, so, quite frankly, it is my business,” He replied, matching the hostile air, “I agreed to help for his sake, not yours. You’ve given me no reason to believe you’re not a detriment to this crew.”

“Maddox said-!” You started, but were once again cut off.

Eden scoffed, “Maddox? You mean the madman down at Tortuga who you all now claim to be the ocean? Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“You said to Hongjoong earlier that you believed him because he knew better than to lie to you,” You argued, becoming increasingly more annoyed with Eden’s attitude the more he spoke.

“I did, yes, and I did believe him. I believe that he believes it, not that it actually happened. How you convinced him of such magic, I’m not sure, but I don’t care,” He responded, “I want you to leave Hongjoong and this crew, forever. They’re all too caught up in their love for you to realize that you’re leading them to their deaths, but if you truly care for them as much as you say you do, then you’ll go back home to your castle and call off this war.”

“How fucking dare you talk to me like that?” You stepped forward, enraged as you leaned in close to his face, “I may not have titles any longer, but I won’t be talked to in such a matter. Who exactly do you think you are to be giving me such an order?”

“Your captain’s captain, if you’ve already forgotten,” He returned your glare with one of his own.

You let out a slight scoff, “Yes, you’re his former captain, but you’re not mine. You have absolutely no authority over me, and so I don’t have to listen to a single fucking thing you have to say. I don’t care if you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you one way or another. Just you watch.”

“I’m telling you one last time, leave the crew and go back home, unless you want to see the crewmates you love so much die in front of your eyes,” He warned once again as you turned around, not backing down in the slightest.

Whipping around, you leaned in close once again, whispering harshly, “I’m not going anywhere, do you hear me? I made a promise to Hongjoong that I would stay on this ship, that I would never leave, and my promise to him means more to me than any authority you have over him!” Having finally had enough, you pushed past him, still fuming at how much he’d riled you up. Now you definitely needed to find Yunho, he always knew just how to calm you down.

~

Eden gave a small smirk as he watched the girl storm away, practically seeing the steam run out of her ears at how angry he’d gotten her.

Making his way over to Hongjoong’s quarters, he took a seat across the younger captain, “Well, she’s definitely a feisty one, that’s for certain.”

Hongjoong groaned, putting his quill down so he could put his head in his hands, “Don’t tell me you gave her one of your ‘tests’...”

“I had to make sure she was ready to fight alongside you all,” Eden replied, his tone almost innocent, “This is her family we’re going against after all, we can’t afford for her to pull any punches.”

“Yes, well, now I’m afraid she may end up punching you before anyone else, the way you do things,” Hongjoong sighed, leaning back in his chair, “So, what then? Did she meet your standards?”

“I think had we gotten anyone else we’d be in trouble,” Eden answered, not looking at his former student, “Despite her royal upbringing, she’s a perfect fit amongst you all. I guess you could call that irony, you being the Pirate King, and all.”

“Yeah, she was always a perfect fit, even if things started out rocky at first,” Hongjoong smiled softly, thinking of the girl that had taken his heart.

Eden didn’t miss the look on his face, speaking up, “I know you, Hongjoong, I know that look. And even if I didn’t, I could see it the minute I saw you with her. You’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”

“Deeply,” Hongjoong admitted, not wanting to even try to argue it, “Like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve had… infatuations before-!”

“You’re telling me,” Eden scoffed, remembering some of the antics Hongjoong had gotten up to as a young teenager.

“But,” Hongjoong continued, giving a glare to his teacher, “It was never anything as… intense, as this. It’s almost indescribable, just every inch of my being wants to be near her. It was hell when she let herself get captured, Eden, pure hell. I barely know how to contain myself.”

“If you feel this strongly about her, you should tell her,” Eden advised, “It won’t do any good to just sit around on your feelings, letting them build up until they put you at a disadvantage. It’d be best to tell her the next time you see her.”

“We’re about to go to war, Eden,” Hongjoong sighed, “One or both of us very well could die, and then where would that leave us? What would be the point of confessing if we may not even live to see a future together?”

“Alright then, let’s think about it, shall we?” Eden humored his student, “Let’s go through the different scenarios. Number One, you live and she dies.” Just the mere thought of it caused Hongjoong to tighten his fists; he absolutely could not let that happen. “Now, would you want her to have died never knowing of your feelings, and have yourself live on knowing she never knew? Or would you at least want her to know before she passed, know that there was someone on Earth that loved her deeply?”

Hongjoong was silent, not knowing how to respond.

“Number Two,” Eden continued, “You die and she lives. Would you want her to live with the regret that you died for her, but never knowing why outside of you being her captain? Would you want her to live with that guilt?”

“No,” Hongjoong spoke softly, staring at the desk in front of him.

“Number Three, you both live. Then you can both live on happily as whatever you want, whether it be a pirate and his crewmate or as two civilians settling down in a town somewhere. It seems that there’s a pretty clear answer to me,” Eden concluded.

“You left one out,” Hongjoong pointed out, “We could both die. Then what?”

“What does it matter then, Hongjoong? You’re just trying to give yourself reasons not to tell her about how you feel,” Eden argued, “Besides, if you tell her now, at least you can say you had some time together, even if it was short. Some time is better than none at all, you’ll do well to remember that. You need to tell her, Hongjoong, before it’s too late.”

Hongjoong was silent for a moment before he sighed, “I’ll think about it. Besides, I don’t even know if she feels the same way.”

“She definitely feels the same way, she was damn near ready to kill me when I told her to leave you and the ship,” Eden scoffed.

“Right, well-!” Hongjoong continued the work he was doing, then paused, “Wait, you did what?”

~

You were still steaming with anger as you tried to find Yunho, almost missing the blue haired boy as he ran into you as well.

“Hey, watch it there,” He chuckled, clearly not upset until he saw that you were, “What’s wrong? Did Wooyoung call you princess again?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s that I can’t believe that Hongjoong was raised by such a rude, no-good, infuriating bilgerat of a man,” You ranted, anger still clouding your head.

“Okay, let’s calm down a bit before he hears you, I doubt that’ll make the situation better,” Yunho grabbed onto your shoulders and tried to calm you down, “Let’s go to the railing and talk, alright? Like how we used to back when you first came on board.”

“Alright,” You nodded, taking deep breaths to calm down, “Let’s go.” Once you were at the railing where you liked to watch over the ocean, you informed Yunho of your altercation with Eden, relaying every detail.

“Ah, it seems you’ve been given one of Eden’s ‘tests’,” Yunho chuckled, understanding the situation now, “Don’t take it to heart, he likely meant none of it. It’s just what he does to every new crew member, to make sure Hongjoong isn’t surrounded by anyone who’ll hurt him. It’s like you said, the man’s like his father, and he wants what’s best for him, even if neither of them will admit it. He can take it a bit far though, damn near almost got killed by San for doing the same thing.”

“I think I’ve had quite enough of people giving me tests,” You grumbled, thinking of when Maddox had sent the storm to test your willpower on your first voyage to Elysia.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you!” Yunho laughed, “But like I said, he meant none of it. If anything, he probably respects you more now due to your response. You put Hongjoong before him, which is what every crew member should do for their captain. For once, your temper actually worked in your favor.”

“Oh, shut up,” You stuck your tongue out at him playfully before you both burst into laughter at your antics. It was silent between you two, before you spoke up again, “You know, this is a lot like before, you and me at this railing while you tried to calm me down. I didn’t trust anyone back then, but now I trust you all with my life, isn’t it funny how things turn out?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Yunho smiled, gazing out into the ocean, “Nearly thought you’d and Yeosang would end up killing each other, the way you two fought. Now here you both are, ready to fight side by side. I’m almost proud.”

“I have something to admit,” You started, “Nothing bad, but when we last saw Maddox, he gave me a mission of sorts. He told me to get close to every crew member, to find out everything I could about them, to strengthen our bonds, I assume. If I’m being honest, I’d almost forgotten about it because it seemed to happen naturally, but there’s one more person I still don’t know a lot about, and that’s you, Yunho. And, I figured, you were the first person on this ship that I began to trust, so how fitting is it that you’re the last person that trusts in me?”

“If I’m being honest, I kinda figured that’s what you were doing,” Yunho admitted, “And, well, I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later that I’d tell you my past. I don’t mind telling you, but I’m afraid it’s quite bittersweet. Not tragic, like Mingi’s, San’s, Yeosang’s, and Wooyoung’s, or complicated as Seonghwa’s. Just… bittersweet.”

“I’m listening,” You encouraged, holding onto his hand.

“I used to live in a small town, way far away from here, clearly, with my father and younger brother,” Yunho began, “My mother died when my brother was very young and I’m sorry to say he went not too long after. I was fairly young myself, so it didn’t really impact me as much as it would now, but it changed something within my father. He became increasingly overprotective, to the point where I was essentially being kept captive in my own home. I wasn’t allowed to go out, and anytime I tried I’d get yelled at. I’m sure you can relate to that feeling.” He looked at you, the smile on his face not matching his words. You merely nodded, allowing him to continue.

“However, try as he might, he couldn’t stop me from looking out my window at night and seeing the stars, all sparkling and beautiful. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I’d sneak outside my home through the window and climb up onto the roof to be able to get a better look. I guess if you wanted to be poetic about it, you could say the stars were my first love,” Yunho had a fond look on his face as he told the story, “And so, from the minute I learned to read, I spent all my time learning about the stars and anything that comes with it. That’s how I learned to be a navigator; my love for the stars was the very thing that gave me my role on this ship. And that’s where Hongjoong comes in.”

“Hongjoong and Seonghwa had just made it to shore when I saw them; my former home was by the ocean,” Yunho continued, “They’d just met themselves, I believe, as I remember them telling me that Seonghwa had just become Hongjoong’s first crewmember. They’d stayed in town for a few days before they spotted me, looking at them through the window. I still don’t know what possessed Hongjoong to try to talk to me, but he walked right up to the window and introduced himself, Seonghwa trailing behind him, trying to stop him. I was surprised they’d even bothered, but I was overjoyed, as well. They were the first people beside my father who’d actually talked to me. I told them about myself, and why I was stuck inside, and you wouldn’t believe how angry Hongjoong got, him and Seonghwa both. They both promised that they’d find a way to bust me out, and that I could go with them as a pirate as their third member. Well, it didn’t take much to convince me, that’s for sure. I agreed instantly, and they set their plan for that night.”

“Once it was dark, Seonghwa caused a distraction, luring my father outside and away from the house, while Hongjoong snuck in and helped me carry whatever I needed out to the ship. Once we made it out, Hongjoong gave some sort of signal to Seonghwa to let him know that we were in the clear, and Seonghwa snuck away from my father. By the time he made it back home, I was already on the ship. I never knew what he did when he realized I was gone, or even what became of him. I joined the crew as their navigator and never looked back since,” Yunho concluded, “I don’t really feel bad about it, because I know I’m a lot better off than I would’ve been back there, but at the same time, I feel for the poor man, you know? His wife and child die, and his only remaining son runs off, never to be seen again. If I didn’t remember how bad it was, I might’ve been inclined to return, but as it stands, I don’t really ever want to see him again. I’m happy now, I don’t really need any sort of closure, not any he could give me anyway.”

You nodded for a second, understanding, “We’re a lot more alike than I thought, our stories are so similar. Now I understand what you meant when you said that you know how I felt back when we first talked.”

“It takes one to know one,” He agreed, still looking off into the ocean, “Though, I will say, it is nice to finally let it off my chest again. The crew knows, of course, but… I suppose it takes someone who knows exactly what it’s like to be locked away from the world to fully understand the weight of it. I’m glad you were the one I could properly talk about it with.”

“It’s no problem,” You smiled at him, giving him a slight nudge, “Consider it returning the favor for listening to me talk back then. Now we’re even.”

“Now we’re even,” He nodded, smiling himself, “Now, let’s go join the rest of the crew, shall we? I suppose by now Hongjoong will have found out what Eden said and demand he give you an apology, so let’s see how the rest of the crews make fun of him this time.”

~

The rest of the trip to Eysia was calm, unlike the first time when Maddox had created that storm to test you. This time, there were no tests, only calm waters as you reached the island.

“The water is calmer than usual,” You pointed out, “Almost as if it’s expecting us.”

“You think Maddox knows we’re coming to see him?” Wooyoung asked, looking out into the water.

Yeosang replied, “It’d be a shock if he doesn’t, he seems to know everything, doesn’t he?”

“Well, he is the ocean,” You shrugged, “He probably hears us talking right now. I guess we’ll know for sure in a bit. We’re reaching land.”

“I still can’t believe there was such an opening amongst those rocks,” Eden frowned, but not in contempt, but rather confusion, “How’d you manage to spot it the first time?”

“That would be thanks to (Y/N),” Hongjoong came up, a proud smile on his face, “She’s got an amazing eye, she’s the best lookout we could’ve asked for.” Flustered at the praise, you looked down and smiled, not meeting Hongjoong’s eyes. “Now, are we ready? We’re heading to shore now. Who’s coming? I know (Y/N) is joining.”

“Captain, do you even need to ask? Of course the whole crew is coming,” San sighed exaggeratedly, as if he was tired of Hongjoong not knowing what to expect from them.

“Yeah, I just hope that we actually get to go in the cool looking cave this time and not be forced to wait while (Y/N) goes in alone again,” Wooyoung added, pouting at the memory of the last time the crew was at Elysia.

“I’ll be going as well, as Captain of my own crew,” Eden told Hongjoong, turning to look at him, “I’ll need to meet him for myself if we’re truly to get help from him.”

“Understood,” Hongjoong nodded, “Let’s go, then.” Once you made it off the ship onto dry land, you were met with a familiar face.

“Welcome back,” Elysian greeted, a genuine smile on his face, “It’s nice to see you again. And welcome to you, Eden. It’s nice to meet you for the first time.”

“Right, you as well,” He answered somewhat awkwardly, “I’m guessing you’re the Elysian they’ve told me about, then.”

“That’s correct. Like what Maddox is to the ocean, I am to this island, thanks to (Y/N),” He shot you a grateful smile, “Now, I understand you all find yourselves in a tricky situation. Maddox is expecting you all.”

“Yes!” You could hear Wooyoung softly cheer to himself.

“Lead the way,” Hongjoong said, ignoring Wooyoung’s little outburst. It didn’t take long until you were back in the cove from before, where you last met with Maddox, this time surrounded by the crew you’ve come to love.

Said man smiled at you, having been waiting, “Hello, again, (Y/N). It’s been quite some time.”

“But not for you, has it?” You guessed, “You’ve been seeing everything we’ve gone through since we left, haven’t you?”

“That’s correct,” He nodded, the smile on his face not fading.

“Damn lot of good you were, we could’ve used your help during some of the things we went through,” Mingi scoffed.

“We could use your help now,” Hongjoong added on, looking at him with a determined look.

“I could not and cannot be involved,” Maddox answered, “If I were to, I’d be disrupting things too much and fate would be changed. Things must follow a certain path, and I must remain impartial as the deity of the ocean. In some small cases, I can alter things to fit fate’s path, but anything of this magnitude I must stay out of.”

“So, you’re essentially saying you’re useless,” Eden spoke dryly, arms crossed as he looked annoyed.

“Not necessarily,” Maddox contested, “(Y/N), Hongjoong, could you two please step forward?” Looking at each other, the two of you did what he said. “(Y/N), I promised you that the next time we met, I’d tell you everything about how the two of you met before and how neither remember. It’s time I keep that promise.”

“We already have a suspicion,” Hongjoong spoke, “A dream I had, we think it’s a memory of our first meeting.”

“You’d be right,” Maddox nodded, “But it’s not the full story. The truth is, I was the one who wiped both of your memories.”

“You what?” The both of you spoke at once, shocked at the information he’d just given you.

“The two of you met before you were ever supposed to,” Maddox began to elaborate, “Sometimes, things like that happen naturally, which is why it’s my job to fix them so fate doesn’t end up changing. I had to wipe your memories of each other to make sure that when you met again, you’d be complete strangers.”

“Well, can you give us those memories back?” You asked, “Or, at least tell us what happened?”

“I can,” He confirmed, “It won’t hurt fate for you to know now that you’ve met and grown close as intended. If you both wish it, I can return your memories back right now.”

You looked to Hongjoong, who nodded, “Do it. I need, no, we need to know.”

“Very well, then.” Maddox spoke, “Then, I’ll need you both to close your eyes, and think back to when you were children…”

~

“(Y/N), are you sure we should’ve snuck away from the guards?” Your brother asked you worriedly, “I mean, they were given to us for a reason!”

“Oh, relax!” You laughed, practically skipping in the town square, “We’re the prince and princess, we should know about how our kingdom works, and what better way to learn than to see it firsthand? Come on, this helps you more than me, you’re the one who’s going to be king after all!”

“Hey,” He stopped you, grabbing onto your shoulder so you could face him, “I know Mother and Father remind you of that all the time, but you don’t need to remind me. Once I’m king, I’ll make sure you have some sort of power, not be some bride they think they can marry off.”

Smiling, you took his hand, “Well, that’s very sweet of you, but we’re here to have fun, not talk about what kind of king you’ll be. Now, come on, let’s go see what’s out there!” You led your brother away, running down the streets as you both laughed and giggled. You were twelve years old, and your brother fourteen, and it felt like the world was before you as you both took in the sights and sounds of the town. It wasn’t as grand as you were expecting, but it was something different than the castle walls, and that alone was enough to get you excited. However, it wasn’t long before that excitement came crashing down.

There was a crowd gathering in the street, and you could hear someone’s cries in the middle of it, it sounded like a young boy’s. Making your way through the crowd, you pushed your way up front where you could finally see what was happening; a young boy around your age with light red hair was getting whipped and kicked around by people much older and heavier than him, and everyone only seemed to be watching. He was covered in blood and mud, and you could see scars littering his body which told you that this wasn’t the first time this had occurred.

You whispered to your brother, who had caught up to you, “What’s going on? What are those men doing to him?”

“Those are slave traders,” He whispered back, “I didn’t know there were any in this kingdom, they sell people off and treat them terribly. Looks like that one got him mad about something, he’s giving him a real beating…” In horror, all you could do was watch as one of the older men kicked the boy again, causing him to spit out blood upon impact.

“How come everyone’s just watching, why don’t they do anything?” You hissed, growing increasingly angry at all the people just standing idly by.

“Look at him, what do you expect them to do? They can’t just take him in a fight, and I’m sure he’s probably got some dirt on all of them to keep them quiet. All they can do is watch.” At this, another blow was dealt, and you’d finally had enough.

“Well, I can’t watch this! Come on!” Without thinking, you quickly rushed towards the boy and grabbed his hand, ignoring your brother’s instant cry of your name. “Come on, get up!” You rushed, taking advantage of the fact the slave traders seemed so shocked, he’d frozen in place. Quickly as he can, the boy rose to his feet, and at an instant you were off, holding onto the boy’s hand as you took off running, your brother quickly following.

“Quickly, follow me!” You urged, knowing you were likely to be chased, “We can’t let them catch us!”

“(Y/N), you’re going to get us in trouble!” You brother hissed out, managing to keep up with your pace, “What are you thinking?!”

“Run now, talk later!” You answered, continuing to run.

Your brother admonished, “Do you know what you’ve just caused?!”

“How was I supposed to just leave him there, he’s all bloody!” You argued, gesturing to the boy, who’d remained quiet, confused on what was happening, “They would’ve beaten him until he died! He’s not that much younger than you, you know!”

“I-!” Realizing you were right, your brother sighed, “Alright, fine! But when Mother and Father find out, it’ll be on your head!”

“That’s fine with me, now let’s go!” Quickly, the three of you found a small alley to hide in for the time being. It was then you turned to smile at the boy, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you make it somewhere safe, alright? Just trust me. What’s your name?”

You could see that he was still slightly hesitant, but he spoke in a soft voice, “...My name is Hongjoong. Kim Hongjoong.”

“I’m (Y/N), and this worrywart is my brother (B/N)!” You introduced yourself and your brother, continuing to try to make the boy more comfortable with the two of you.

“You mean… the prince and princess of the kingdom?!” The boy’s, Hongjoong’s, eyes widened as he realized who he was in the company of.

“That’s right! Which means you’re the safest with us!” You grinned, “Hey, how old are you, anyway? You look pretty young to me…”

“I’m… twelve years old… I think…” He trailed off, not knowing for sure what his actual age was since he never knew his parents.

Your grin widened, “Hey, that means you’re the same age as me! That’s amazing!”

“(Y/N), we need to know what to do with him before the slave traders come and find us,” Your brother reminded you, “We need to think, fast.”

“Well, can’t he just stay with us in the castle?” You frowned, not wanting to part with your new friend, “That way he won’t go back to being a slave!”

“Look at him, do you really think Mother and Father would agree to letting him stay in the castle?” You pouted, but as much as you hated to admit it, your brother had a point. With how grimy and bloody Hongjoong was, there was no way your parents wouldn’t turn him away at an instant. Just as you were about to speak up again, you could hear the slave traders beginning to catch up.

“Quick, no time to talk, let’s go!” You grabbed onto Hongjoong’s hand again and ran, your brother following close behind. You made it to the docks, where you could see a ship loading it’s cargo and saw an opportunity. “Hongjoong, go on that boat! Hide in a barrel or something, but make sure you get on that ship, alright? It’s your best chance to escape!”

“But, what about you two?” Hongjoong asked, uncertain about the situation, “What will you do?”

“Don’t worry about us, we have guards looking for us,” You assured, “We’ll be fine, just have to deal with a bigger punishment from our mother than usual, is all. You’re what matters here, Hongjoong, if you don’t go now, you might not have another chance! Now go!”

He made his way to sneak onto the ship, but turned back to face you again, “Will we meet again?”

You smiled, glad to know he wanted to see you again, “I’m sure that someday, we will. Now, go on then! Be free!” He nodded quickly, giving you a smile in thanks, before he rushed out into the cargo hold and hid from view. Just then, you heard the slave traders catch up behind you, clearly out of breath.

“There they are!” One called out, “Where’s the merchandise?”

“You’re too late!” You provoked, “He’s long gone from here. Now you can’t ever hurt him ever again!”

“Why you rotten little…” The man tried to march towards you, but stopped at your brother’s words.

“Ah, ah, you wouldn’t want to hurt the prince and princess of the kingdom, would you? Especially not with the guards right behind you?” Turning around, the slave traders did indeed find the guards that were looking for you both behind them, looking none too pleased at the situation they were looking at.

The wind blew as you grinned. It seemed like karma really did exist after all. But oddly enough, it seemed like you were already forgetting what you were so happy about…

~

Your mother slapped you across the face, the impact making you land heavily on the tiled ground. You didn’t look up, refusing to meet your eyes as you touched your stinging cheek, your brother standing right behind you.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! Not only did you sneak away from your guards, you caused a scene in the middle of the square, right in front of everyone, and even dragged your poor brother into it with you! Do you know how much shame this brings both us and him?! You stupid, stupid child!” Your mother continued to yell, hurling insults as you stayed on the floor.

“I just…” You spoke softly, trying to remember what you had done in the first place.

“Just what? What explanation could you possibly have?!”

“I-I don’t remember.” You looked away again, knowing you just made things worse.

Your mother scoffed, “You don’t remember? How could you not remember what just happened today? Horrible child, and it’s a question of why (B/N) will be the one in charge?”

“Well, then tell me!” You raised your voice unexpectedly, “Tell me what it was that was so terrible, that it makes me a horrible child!”

“I- Well-!” It was clear that your mother either wasn’t expecting that response, but it only infuriated her more, “Idiotic girl, you should know what it was! I shouldn’t have to tell you of your own wrongdoings!” It was clear that she didn’t know either, but you didn’t notice at the time.

“Why not, it’s never stopped you before!” You fought back, clearly having had enough of this treatment.

“Enough!” Your father spoke up, having watched the whole ordeal, “(Y/N), you’re not to step foot outside of these castle walls, do you understand me? Clearly you’ve proven that you can’t be trusted to go out, not even with your brother.”

“What?! But what about (B/N)?! He joined me, too!”

“(B/N) is going to be king someday, he needs to be out in the town for the people to know and trust him.”

“But that’s not fair!” You argued, close to tears at this point. “You always treat him better than me! We’re both just as guilty of the same thing!”

“That’s enough, (Y/N)! My word is final!” Your father shouted, “Now, go to your room while your mother and I think of a proper punishment for (B/N).” Tears welling up in your eyes, you quickly ran back to your room, slamming the doors behind you and not letting anyone else inside as you cried.

~

Meanwhile, with Hongjoong, he now stood in front of Eden, who had found him stowing away in the cargo hold, and was now staring down in front of him with a cold look.

“Now, let me get this straight,” The older man spoke slowly, “You are a former slave, who managed to find the courage to escape his tormentors, and stowed away on this ship to find freedom? Did you just plan on us never finding out?”

“I… admit I wasn’t thinking much at the time…” Hongjoong answered softly, keeping his head down. In truth, he couldn’t quite remember what had happened or what he’d been thinking, but that was the best explanation that he could come up with.

“No, clearly not,” Eden drawled, “And what were you planning to do once we reached land? You really did not think anything through, did you?”

Hongjoong stayed silent, knowing he was right.

Eden stared at the boy, thinking, before he sighed, “As much as my entire being hates to admit this, I must say you do have courage if your story is true. And I can’t in good conscience let you out on your own when you don’t have a clue on how the world works, especially not with you being so young. So, I propose this: you become one of my pirate’s crew, and you’ll have food, drink, and safety for as long as you stay. If you choose to leave later, that’s fine, but for now, I’d say it’s in your best interest to agree. So?”

Hongjoong didn’t even need to think twice about it, looking Eden directly in the eyes, “I’ll do it. I’ll become a pirate.”

“Very well,” Eden nodded, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know myself, but it won’t be easy, got it? If you’re going to stay on this ship, you’re going to pull your weight, understand me?”

“Yes, sir!” Hongjoong instantly replied.

“Good, then from now on, I am your captain, and you will refer to me as such,” Eden declared, “Welcome to the crew, Kim Hongjoong.”

~

Opening your eyes, you were shocked as you saw Maddox in front of you again. Looking around to regain your bearings, you could see the rest of the crew and Eden, watching you both with rapt attention. You turned to Hongjoong to see him in much the same state you were, shocked and dazed.

“That was…” You trailed off, not sure where to start.

“The two of you were always destined to meet, but that would’ve been too soon,” Maddox explained, “Had I not intervened, things could’ve turned out for the worst. But, I knew that one day the two of you would meet again, so I took your memories so I could return them now, in this moment.”

“I…” Hongjoong still seemed a bit dazed, but he quickly shook it off, “We can’t focus on that right now. Maddox, we’re about to go to war, and we need some help. Are you sure there isn’t any way for you to help us?”

“I cannot,” Maddox confirmed, “But there is someone who can.” He turned his head to Elysian, who seemed confused.

“Me?” He questioned, “Why me?”

“I created Elysian, which means he has abilities similar to my own, albeit weaker, and can travel away from the island. Furthermore, due to him being my creation, he has no obligation to keep fate in line, nor does he know what will happen unless I tell him, so he’s the perfect person to bring along with you. I can’t say that you’ll win, but I can say that he’ll be a big help,” Maddox explained.

You walked up to Elysian, “Will you help? We need every person we can get right now.”

He smiled gently at you, “It’s because of you I was given a name and given a purpose. Of course I’ll help you in your time of need. It’s not even a question.”

“Thank you,” You sighed with relief, “And thank you, Maddox, for showing us the truth. Even if I’m not fond of the fact you stole our memories in the first place, I at least understand why.”

“Thank you for that, at least,” He responded, “I wish you all the best of luck. May we meet again soon.”

~

It was late at night as you were on the deck, practicing your sword training. You figured that with a war on the horizon, it was best to make sure you brushed up on all your skills, even the weaker ones. You were sure you were alone, until you heard a familiar voice come from behind you.

“How is it that you’re never asleep when you’re supposed to be?” Hongjoong smiled at you, watching you practice.

You stopped and laughed, answering, “I could say the same thing to you, captain. What do you need?”

He was silent for a minute before he spoke up, “Care to talk a walk around the ship with me? I find there’s a lot on my mind… A lot I need to get out.”

“Of course, no problem,” You replied, sheathing your sword, “Let’s go.” The two of you walked slowly, silence filling the air aside from the waves hitting the hull of the ship.

Finally, Hongjoong spoke up, “That… was a lot we learned today, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” You agreed, “But it was as we expected. I helped you escape onto Eden’s ship.”

“(Y/N), you saved my life,” Hongjoong spoke blatantly, but with clear emotion, “I surely would’ve been killed had you not interfered. I know Maddox says we were never meant to have met there, but now that I know, I can’t imagine things having turned out another way. I owe my life to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Hongjoong,” You shook your head, “You saved my life back at that auction, as far as I’m concerned, we’re even. You don’t need to give me anything, least of all your life.”

“What if I want to give you something else?” Hongjoong asked, “Not my life, but something close to it?”

“Like what?” You asked, confused as to where he was headed.

“Like my heart.” At those words, you stopped in place and looked at him, seemingly paralyzed at what he just told you.

It felt like time froze still for a moment before you could finally find your voice and say, “What?”

“(Y/N), I don’t think I need to tell you that you’ve become very important to me in the time that you’ve been on this ship,” Hongjoong began, “Of course, all my crew members are important to me, but with you, it’s beyond that. For a long while now, you’ve been the most important person in my life, and now with my memories returned to me… It’s clear. You were always the most important person in my life, you who saved my life, it has always been you. From the moment we first met eyes at the auction, to when we finally faced Elias Sweet and dealt with him for good, to even just recently with Reeves, you were the person I was fighting for the most. I fell in love with you, so deeply, and I can’t afford to hide it any longer.”

“I- But why now?” You asked, trying to regain your bearings, “We’re about to go to war, why would you tell me this now?!”

“Because, if there’s anything those memories taught me, it’s that we are meant to be together,” Hongjoong affirmed, taking your hands in his, “There’s no logical reason to believe that we would’ve met ever again after I got on that ship, but here we are now. There were so many times where things could’ve gone wrong, but they didn’t. Maybe it was Maddox’s doing, maybe it was fate, I don’t care, because I know now that we can make it through this. We’ll survive this war, because the two of us are together, and once we’re together, we can do anything. I believe in us, do you?” By now, you were crying due to the overwhelming emotions.

“Of course I do!” You cried out, holding onto Hongjoong’s hands tightly, “Hongjoong, I love you so much! I just- I just!” You didn’t know what else to say, and good thing too, because Hongjoong took that moment to grab your face with one hand and kiss you deeply, the other hand trailing behind your back to pull you closer. You kissed him back with the same intensity, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed your bodies together. The two of you broke apart for air only to kiss again, and again as they only grew more passionate.

Eventually, Hongjoong rested his forehead on yours, whispering, “Stay with me tonight, in my quarters. Please.” You could tell what he meant by that request in his eyes, and you felt your body grow hotter at the thought.

Even so, you still nodded and agreed, whispering back, “I will.” Not wasting a single second, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to his quarters, kicking the door closed behind him.

What happened the rest of that night was between you and him.

#ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez pirate au #ateez scenarios #hongjoong fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #yunho fanfic #yeosang fanfic #san fanfic #mingi fanfic #wooyoung fanfic #jongho fanfic

[jingerhead]

For a birthday present to me can you pls write some wholesome twinyard content.

Like hurt/comfort for smth

You're amazing and I love your writing <3

BIRTHDAY?! Omg so many birthdays today, happy birthday to you!! I am 100% happy to give you a little drabble about wholesome twinyards. This is as close I can get to hurt/comfort as I can right now lmao. Thank you so much lovely, I hope you have a good birthday!

~*~

The house seemed to go from quiet to noisy, the cycle constant as Katelyn's labor progressed. Aaron couldn't stop pacing in the living room since she'd kicked him out of the bedroom, telling him that his panic was making her panic and, thus, the baby panic. When she'd decided she wanted to do a home birth Aaron had tried to be supportive, but he was a doctor, and there had to be a reason so many pregnant women went to the hospital to give birth, right?

Katelyn's mother was helping her, along with her friend, a nurse-midwife. And Aaron trusted his wife, he really did, but every terrible scenario kept coming to him, and he was sure he was going to lose his mind if nothing happened for another hour. He couldn't stop thinking about one of the women rushing out, telling him to dial 911, that something bad had happened or that it was too late...

"Katelyn was right," Andrew said from the couch, peeking one eye open to look at Aaron.

"Right about what?" Aaron snapped, continuing to pace. He kept glancing at the bedroom door whenever he could hear Katelyn let out any noise, prepared to rush in and help if he had to.

"You stink up the room with your panic."

"Thanks," Aaron said, continuing his path. He walked until he reached their kitchen island, then turned and walked up to the small fireplace next to the couch his brother was sitting on. Andrew had come over to be support, because Katelyn must've sensed something like this would happen and told Aaron that their baby's uncle being there when she was born was part of their 'birth plan'.

It was fucking strange, but when Aaron had called to awkwardly ask, Andrew hadn't hesitated to book a flight. He'd been living with them for two days now, along with Katelyn's mother. As much as Aaron loved his family, he couldn't wait to have the house alone for just him, Katelyn, and their daughter. Sophia - she had a name, she was on the way. Might as well use it.

As the 'birth plan' could suggest, Sophia was about the most planned baby in existence. They had waited until they had graduated and worked two full years to even begin suggesting kids, and another to get Aaron convinced he wouldn't fuck up parenthood. He knew he had no example of a good parent in his life, and he had been sure he'd end up being just as terrible as all the adults in his life. When it had gotten too bad, Katelyn convinced him to reach out to their family and get more than just her opinion.

Almost annoyingly, it had worked.

Aaron had first called Andrew, explaining the situation as best he could, and Andrew has basically told him to shut up and stop worrying. He'd suggested finding parenting books if Aaron was so nervous to be a dad, and also had the nerve to pass the phone to Josten, who only had to say three words before Aaron was ready to find these books just so he wouldn't have to talk to the man anymore.

But he'd also talked to Wymack, and had a conversation with Nicky. In the end, he and Katelyn made plans for a baby, and she was going to be arriving soon. Any minute, maybe. Aaron had no clue how far along she was in labor.

"I can hear you thinking," Andrew said, bringing Aaron out of his thoughts.

Aaron finally stopped pacing to glare at his brother, who looked like he was about to fall asleep with his head tipped back on the couch. The fact that he could sleep through something like this was almost impressive, and equally unsettling. "What else am I supposed to do?" Aaron asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Calm the fuck down," Andrew suggested. "Sit down."

He didn't want to, but Aaron only challenged Andrew's look for a few seconds, eventually caving and sitting next to his brother. Andrew sat with his arms folded and his head back, eyes still closed. Maybe the fact that he was trying to sleep was because it was currently two in the morning. Aaron couldn't fathom the idea of sleep at the moment.

From the bedroom, Katelyn let out a frustrated yell. Aaron wanted to rush in there, but he knew it wouldn't help, and Andrew opened one eye to watch him, anyways. He started tapping his socked foot on the carpet, needing to do something instead of just sit on the couch. He and Andrew had come a long way since Palmetto, able to confide in each other if needed, but Aaron already knew what Andrew would say if he voiced his worries.

He decided to do it anyway. Just to get it off his chest. "Andrew, what if I do it wrong?" he asked.

Andrew hummed in a bored note, closing his eye again. "Don't think there's a right way to be a parent."

Aaron made a fist, his fingernails digging into his sweaty palms. He'd been thinking this for a while, sure everyone knew, but had never said it out loud. "What if...what if I'm like them?" he asked.

There were too many he had to refer to. Tilda. Luther. Maria. Their ghost of a father. He didn't know which one to choose.

"You won't be," Andrew said, blinking awake and sitting up straighter.

"There's no way to prove that."

"There is."

Aaron looked to his brother, argument on his tongue, but swallowed it back when he saw the far-away look on Andrew's face. He looked at the bedroom door, then back at Aaron. The only thing that filled the silence for a few moments was from the women inside the bedroom, but Aaron heard no cries yet.

"Because you're like this," Andrew said, leaning back again. "You care enough about her to think that in the first place. Do you think any of them ever thought that?"

Aaron slowly shook his head. "No," he admitted.

"Then you'll be fine," Andrew said, much more quietly. "You're not doing it alone."

He wasn't. Aaron took a deep breath and thought the words to himself for a moment, nodding to himself a few times. "Okay."

"Good. Go see your wife."

Aaron nodded and got up, slowly walking towards the bedroom door. He paused with one hand on the door handle, the other raised to knock, and glanced over his shoulder. Despite his relaxed position, Aaron was sure Andrew had some anxiety of his own about the situation. He could never see him and Josten with children of their own, but despite everything about the two of them, he wanted them in his daughter's life.

"You're not bad at this," Aaron decided to say. Andrew shrugged once in response. "And I think you'll be a good uncle."

Andrew blinked, then jerked his chin in a 'go on' gesture. Aaron turned his back and knocked on the door.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #jinger's works #twinyards #twinyard bonding #wholesome and happy twinyards

[justletmeplayminecraft]

So um. I saw the dialing thing and the line “never speak of this again” with Scar and Mumbo or smth? I dunno I just really liked their dynamic together in their recent eps and I’m super interested in what you’d do with this :D

i couldn't resist the urge to write some fluff with these idiots. based in a future where mumbo's base is fully operational, here's ~1.7k words of mumbo & scar desperately trying to share their single braincell. i hope you enjoy !!

Of all the stupid things Mumbo has done this season, he did not expect getting trapped in his own base to join that list. But, here he is, in his pitch black storage room, in a smaller yet cobblestone and dirt shelter. Trapped for the foreseeable future as he frantically scrolls through his communicator to see if any other hermits are online. It's embarrassing. Absolutely and utterly embarrassing. And the worst thing is, he should have been able to see it coming!

There are reasons he's part of the one braincell squad. Several, in fact, but this moment has to be up there in his top ten.

On the other side of the wall, a zombie groans too close for comfort. He's sitting on grassy ground in a one block space, with only the light of his communicator for comfort. His stuff is going to de-spawn at this rate. This is terrible. Why is nobody else online? Usually there's at least a few others around at this time of day!

<GoodTimeWithScar joined the game>

Ah. Mumbo's not sure if he should be relieved or kiss his items goodbye. Maybe both. He sighs, fingers already moving to send a message.

<MumboJumbo> scar

<GoodTimeWithScar> Mumbo! Good morning!

<MumboJumbo> i need your help

<GoodTimeWithScar> Oh?

<MumboJumbo> could you come to my base? with a golden apple please?

<MumboJumbo> i promise i will pay you back but im in a bit of a pickle

<GoodTimeWithScar> The great Mumbo needs my help?

<GoodTimeWithScar> What do you even need a golden apple for? Just a normal one, right?

<MumboJumbo> second question, yes

<MumboJumbo> first question, my base died with me trapped in my storage room and it needs feeding to revive it

<GoodTimeWithScar> You know maybe I shouldn't have asked.

<GoodTimeWithScar> I'm on my way. Call?

<MumboJumbo> thatll work.

Mumbo leans his head against cobble, navigating through Scar's contact until he's able to find the call icon. He takes a deep breath, thankful for the good connection across the server. What would he do if he couldn't contact anybody down here? Cry, probably. Die a lot. His communicator dials, then rings for two seconds. Two seconds too long, if you ask him.

"Mumbo!" Scar's voice is accompanied by the explosion of a rocket, wind crackling through the call. Mumbo sighs in relief.

"Scar you are a... sound for sore ears?" Scar laughs, and Mumbo can't help a small giggle in response. He moves to his headphones, hoping to block out the mobs filling his storage room. Why did he think this was a good idea for a base?

"Okay, Mumbo, you're going to have to guide me through what I need to do here." It's strange to hear Scar so straight forward, honestly. His voice still holds that light-hearted note in it, it'll be dark day when Scar loses that.

"Right, okay." Mumbo takes a deep breath, picturing his base in his mind. What's the most Scar-proof way he can explain this? Oh, if Scar dies as well- "So, on the outside of my base, there should be these big towers of redstone lamps, right? They'll all be off right now. But, near the bottom, there should be a chest. You put the golden apple in there."

"Ah, in the like. Big blocks of four?" Mumbo claps, before wincing at how loud that probably was over the microphone.

"Yes! That! Can you see a chest at the bottom?" Mumbo listens closely to the burst of a rocket, the sound of feet stumbling on the ground. He holds his breath, waiting for the confirmation that this situation might finally be over.

"I see it!" His body sags with the release of air. "Okay, uh, I've put the apple in." Mumbo listens closely, taking out a headphone. Distantly, underneath all the mobs, he hears pistons, a familiar heartbeat starting up. If he sinks down any further he's going to become a puddle. "The lights are coming on!"

"Okay-" Mumbo's hands wave in front of him as he speaks "-Go to the centre of my base, there should be nether portals and a massive hole leading downwards." The sounds of movement, footsteps echoing on the walls.

"What the heck, Mumbo, how many mobs do you have down there?" Mumbo sighs, closing his eyes. They're so close.

"Are all of the lights on?" He checks.

"Well, it's lit up. I can see your chests, and I think that's your stuff? Jeez, if I knew I was going to need to fight I would've been more prepared."

"How bad is it?" The high hum from Scar is a pretty good answer.

"Could be better." He hears a block move, followed by Scar telling him, "Alright, I've set my spawn. I'm gonna try to snipe them." Mumbo leans forward, awkwardly manoeuvring so he can break a dirt block against the ground. Light floods into the one block space. He can see the feet of mobs wandering between tall grass. In the distance, there's a clang of an arrow finding a skeleton. He breathes out, wincing at the ache as he pushes up from that position. He's too tall for this.

He thinks he remembers where his stuff was. If the coast is clear, he might be able to run for it and duck back in here. Get his sword equipped, elytra on, and things will be fine! He could salvage some of his dignity. Hopefully. Probably not.

"Scar?" He asks, "Could you tell me if the coast is clear so I can grab my stuff?" It takes a second to get a reply, marked by the ding of a successful hit.

"I can do that." Scar sounds distracted, focused. "Wait- oh, nononono-" Mumbo's communicator dings. He doesn't need to look to know what message will greet him.

<GoodTimeWithScar fell to his death trying to escape a skeleton>

"So, uh, Mumbo. We might have a bit of a situation." Mumbo buries his face into his hands. He twists his body down again to get an idea of how many mobs are left. Counting the number of feet and shadows he can see, it's not looking good.

"Yeah, we certainly might." His voice is high, stressed laughter escaping him with his face pressed into the dirt. "What do we do now!" Scar's bubbling giggles are accompanied by the scramble of feet across stone.

"Um, die a bunch?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's arms give up and he falls into a heap. His shoulders shake with his own giggles, the two in harmony over the call.

"Maybe it's a good thing nobody else is on."

Scar has to wait for his laughter to die down to speak, "I bet I'll die less than you." Mumbo smirks.

"You're on."

-

About half an hour later, Mumbo is sorting his stuff whilst Scar scrolls through their death messages. He's bruised all over, has collected a few scratches from loose arrows, but it looks like all of his items are here. This has gone better than he expected. He still wants to crawl into bed and never get out again.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I've won," Scar announces, looking up from his communicator with a pleased grin. Mumbo makes a noise, pulling up his own screen.

"Absolutely not. There's no way, you died so many times!"

"Yeah, but I died eight times. You died ten." Honestly, he's probably right. Mumbo lost track after death three. Everything blurred into a mess of sprinting off the bed to get his items, picking up half of them, maybe getting a swing or two, dying. And then repeat that apparently ten times.

He sighs as he finishes counting up the deaths. Scar did indeed win. He puts the last of his items in the right slots, leaving the rest to the sorting system. Finding his bed, he flops onto it. Scar is sitting on the stone centre beaming at him. The cut on his forehead is barely healing up, a bruise on his cheek.

"No, no. I want to know exactly how you ended up in this position." He's leaning forward, smug curiousity on every inch of his expression. Mumbo shuts his eyes, whining at him.

Mumbo lifts his hand, gesturing towards his chests, "I should have potions in here somewhere, if you want one." Scar giggles, shaking his head.

"Do you have to?"

"I want to know why I died eight times, Mumbo!"

"You're going to laugh."

"That's the plan." Mumbo shakes his head, rolling around so he can sit on the bed. Scar is waiting patiently, even crossing his legs like he's expecting a bedtime story.

"I made my base alive?" Mumbo explains, not sure why he's questioning himself. He did the redstone and everything. "And, as it gets unhappier, more things close off."

"Including your storage room?" Scar asks, clear amusement in his voice. Mumbo finally breaks into a giggle, falling onto his knees.

"I thought it was a good idea at the time!" He exclaims. "It stops sorting items, the lights go out, and then it locks itself down!"

"With you in it."

"I forgot Xisuma was working in the area!" His groan gets mixed with a laugh. "Oh, I am such an idiot."

"How about we agree to never speak of this again?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's halfway through nodding when Scar adds, "For a few diamonds?" Mumbo bursts into surprised laughter, quickly dissolving into giggles.

"You know what, you deserve them after this." Scar laughs.

"Maybe I'll have to die for people more often," he teases, watching Mumbo as he heads to his diamond chest.

"I wouldn't advise it personally." Mumbo looks over his shoulder at him. "That's how Grian gets you."

"Mm, very true." Scar takes in the storage room again, pocketing the diamonds Mumbo offers him. "Do you think you could show me some of the redstone behind this place? I am absolutely fascinated by how you managed to make such a counterproductive system."

"Well, you know I'll never miss an opportunity to show off my redstone." Scar takes the hand Mumbo offers him, smiling.

-

It's an hour or so later. Mumbo is showing off how he sends the signal between floors when their communicators beep.

<xisumavoid> should I be concerned about the number of deaths in the log?

They share a look and laugh.

#hermitcraft #mumbojumbo #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #my writing #ask #anonymous #i hope you enjoyed anon !!!! #my requests do remain open #this was a lot of fun to write. v silly.

[tigerdrop]

king u gonna elaborate on virgin benrey

 listen i have kiryu “is 100% a virgin at the ripe old age of 37, and this is appealing to me instead of fucking hilarious″ kazuma disease and it has followed me here. also this kind of branches into a completely different kink at the end b/c i am diseased

so you know how i write "obviously fucks good and hard all the time" benrey. well........you know.......like..........what if......................he didnt. what if he was. what if he had never fucked before in his life and his incessant flirting finally works and hes like "i did not expect to get this far."

envision, if u will, the delightful awkwardness of virgin benrey + "has never had sex with a dude before" gordon

ive definitely brought up the possibilities of gordon going all science-brain on null benrey before but i think it works just as well on virgin benrey too. its a learning experience for both of them and if theres one thing gordons good at, its research. and gordon probably gets way too up in his own head about making sure he does this shit right and spends a lot of sleepless nights googling "how to have sex with dudes" and, you know, researching, 

if benreys not the one fucking babying him thru his first gay experiences he is probably going to bungle it so fucking badly and i think it would be really funny 

alternatively please consider gordon being so fucking neurotic about benrey never having done this shit before that he avoids the subject as hard as possible, thinking that hes gonna dick it up hardcore, but the whole time benreys just thinking "bro i havent had my dick touched in [however long hes been alive]. come on". the tension

furiously making out with him behind a fucking crate in black mesa and then realizing this is Going Places and gordons voice breaks as he says, way too loud, "I GOTTA UHHH GO RELOAD MY SMG. RIGHT NOW"

you think gordon is touch starved ? no. Hell with this 

Im just tsying theres no evidence hes been touched at all by another human being in his life before this. if hes video game in real he benrey noclip out of being touched 

what if he like, chooses not to noclip/not feel....ON that time gordon catches him. just cuz hes curious, a gay impulse. or maybe hes so surprised (and gay) he forgets to avoid it

and oh, to be in gordon freeman's gentle grasp. makes him into an unholy annoyance of awkward gayness for the rest of the series

YEAS.......also he has definitely thought hard about sucking gordons dick but doesnt actually have any idea how he would go about it. hes just heard its cool

giddy thinking about the scenario where its actually benrey whos terrible at sucking dick b/c hes never done it before and gordon who actually does suck dick like a champ

i know that this is literally the plot of the very first serious nsfw fic in this fandom but still. virgin beney. benrey getting sucked off for the first time in his entire life and shaking like a fucking leaf......

Power trip of Gordon realizing this guy whose been hitting on him the whole time has no idea what to actually do 

Gordon Freeman Gives Benrey A Prostate Exam

its a joke but its not a joke. virgin benrey being vaguely aware that being fucked by gordon freeman would be cool, in theory, but not fully conceptualizing of how you actually get a dick in your ass until gordons like "what?? no, dude, you cant just stick it in there" and gives him a demonstration and thats how benrey discovers he has a prostate 

benrey like "idgi man this just feels weird. when do we get to theohhh my god what. what that" and gordons like "what, u mean this?" (curls his fingers again) mean smirk hours

i want him to make a squeaky little noise when gordon says that and curls his fingers again, and gordon's like "ha- knew he'd like it" and keeps kneading him a while; but oops, suddenly benrey's coming with an even squeakier noise 

gordon's so surprised he just keeps going, hes like, not comprehending until benys whining at him to stop

a thought: benreys not good at "being human" and probably doesnt actually know whats supposed to happen when u nut so every time hes been jackin it he just does it until it starts to be Just A Little Too Much and then hes like "mission accomplished" and stops. imagine his fucking surprise when  gordons jerking him off and he doesnt stop and hes like "wh ha hu what the fuck i already got off bro" and gordon just stares at him and the distinctive lack of cum on his hand and s like ".......did you?  you sure about that one." 

tl;dr benrey squirming and babbling and digging his fingers into gordons back as he begs him to keep going, he doesnt know whats gonna happen and hes feeling totally overwhelmed b/c gordons pushing him further than hes ever been pushed and he keeps inadvertently trying to wriggle away b/c its So Much but gordon, maybe, pins down his hips so he can get benrey off For Real....... 

even better if its when gordons sucking him off for the first time so he can wrap his arms and hands around benreys thighs to keep them spread wide open and firmly in place 

knees shaking and thighs jumping constantly 

and benrey has no idea when its supposed to be over so he cant even warn gordon properly. he just keeps getting louder and louder....... 

maybe even.......completely hunched over gordon......pushing him down on his dick with his hands in his hair....... 

alternating between babbling "stop" and "dont stop" b/c hes stupid 

eventually gordon gets so sick of benrey not being able to decide whether he wants to shove gordon onto his dick or yank him off that he just pulls off and says "look, man, do you trust me?" b/c he would really like to just get benrey to stop edging himself here 

UNINTENTIONAL OVERSTIMULATION.......THE TEARS........HHHHHHH

and he eventually gets benrey to nod furiously at him that he trusts him and gordons just like, okay, im not gonna stop then. im gonna keep going. and.......he does 

eyes glazed, hair sticking to him with sweat, hips all twitchy, dick all red, face also all red 

sucking benrey dry until hes over sensitive....... 

He started off spasming then he’s rocking into Gordon’s face by the time he’s wailing his name. Panting and gasping like he’s fucking DROWNING 

gordon meanwhile almost nuts in his pants from the fuckin show that benreys puttin on for him and hes not even trying. hes just Like This. gordons got jerkoff material for the next month just thinking about the way benrey wails his name and clutches his hair tight 

benreys like (slurred) 'u gonna jack off or sumn.......was it not hot'. gordon fighting with every cell of his body not to scream "WAS IT NOT HOT?"

trying to decide what would be hotter: gordon jacking off while hes on his knees with his head resting on benreys thigh or jerking off on benreys stomach and.....r.......rubbing it in

benrey watching gordon cum and feeling a whole new context for it cause now he knows how good it feels and gets turned on again faster-

thinking.......about.......th. next time. now that benreys figured it out. he gives it a try on his own time and hes so surprised that it works that he goes up to gordon like "yo. check this out. i figured out how to jack it" and gordon has the most unimpressed look on his face imaginable 

"proud of you, buddy. am i good to go back to watching storage wars, or" "you wanna uhhh.....wanna see it maybe?" and that changes his entire tune

imagining benrey being so fucking bad at it still that he keeps doing the start-stop shit b/c its so intense and hes not used to it and the thing that actually gets him to finish is gordon, pants down to his knees and fisting his own dick like he might die tomorrow, leaning forward and telling him that hes got this, benreys gonna come for him, right? come for gordon? 

gordon fucking telling him "dont stop" WRT jerking himself off and benrey just listening to him and pushing himself is ruining my fuckin mind 

its a really good thought......i love how it plays into non-human benrey having to figure out human stuff........makes me crayz

probably keeps being sensitive for a long while too........ (mumbling very very quietly) and if hes so sensitive from never being touched before......maybe hes kind of........uhhh..................ticklish

new layers to the whole "oh my god its too much stop it" + "i actually dont want you to stop touching" thing .. . . .. . . . + gordon powertripping when he realizes whats going on with him and why he keeps jerking away and trying not to laugh when gordon touches him like on his stomach or his sides

benrey accidentally jerks too hard and knees gordon in the dick from how ticklish he feels just from like, hands on his sides or something

i was actually thinking about......like.......gordon laying on the ground and suffering (because why wouldnt i be thinking about gordon suffering) and deciding that enough is enough and offering to.......desensitize benrey. you know. for his own health

you know. uhhh. tying up his arms and legs, perhaps, and. you know. "do not noclip through these. i swear to god, benrey, if you kick me in the dick again" 

i'm think about benrey begging gordon to stop, so he does, to check if this is a Forreal stop or a "hahah nooo~" stop, and benrey asks him through gasps to keep fucking tickling him (except he just says smth to the effect of ."gh.. ....keep doing it dude wuhdah hell...") and gordon gets an evil fucking grin and just feels on top of the world "yeah?? think you can handle it, huh???" and just destroys him. benrey thinks about gordon's horny manic face for weeks 

neither of them had a thing for this before this point but the combination of feeling like hes being tickled and gordons hands on him for the first time making him mad horny gives benrey a brand new fucking fetish. gordons manic fucking face im so glad we are on the same wavelength about that

i truly hate my own posts. incurable. diseased

#asky #writin stuff #SOMETHING GOT COPIED AND PASTED WRONG SORRY