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Faithless || KTH

Title: Faithless: a Complete Faith prequel

WC: 5.5k

Warnings: language, drinking

The request/summary: @pamzn saw me reference that Taehyung had a crush on CF!oc for about a year before the events of CF and made me do this. Blame her.

// Taehyung thinks the new HR girl is pretty cute. Over the course of a year, things get a little out of control.

This acts as a prequel to Complete Faith. All events are before the events of Complete Faith! :) This is technically a POV drabble request that just got away from me. What can I say, I have no self control.

Note: Thank you to @kookstempo and @casuallyimagining for beta-ing! And thank you to @ssaboala for talking me through the title and not letting me call this “Pre-Faith” (: BIG big thank you to @itaeewon for revamping the Complete Faith banner for me!

Additional note: I didn’t mean for this to turn into such a lovesong for vmin’s friendship, but here we are. I’m a bitch for platonic soulmates, what can I say?

I wrote this with the intention of it being four individual and separate little "snapshot" drabbles, a very close picture of what's happening at the time.

Spring

Taehyung and Jimin have been friends for a long time. They know a lot about each other. One thing that Taehyung knows well about his best friend is that Jimin will spill tea about anyone, including - or maybe especially - him. So, when Taehyung notices the new HR girl - which is you - the challenge isn’t to play it cool with her… it’s to make sure that Jimin doesn’t sniff it out.

It’s easy for a while, since you work on different floors. It’s easy to forget when you’re out of sight for days at a time. He thinks you’re cute, that’s all. Sometimes he forgets about it for weeks, until he ends up on the elevator at the same time as you, and a prickling on the back of his neck seems to remind him, oh right, the HR girl, the pretty one.

But it isn’t until Taehyung gets an internal promotion that it morphs from a detached, distant sort of interest into a crush.

First, it’s because now Taehyung has to attend the daily Morning Meeting, and you sit right in his line of sight.

Second, Taehyung’s raise doesn’t go into effect when he expects it to, and he finds himself in your doorway, shaking his hands to alleviate the very unnecessary nerves he’s feeling before he knocks on your open door.

You’re on the phone, the receiver tucked between your ear and your shoulder, and you hold up a finger to indicate that you’ll be another minute, but you follow this by gesturing to the two empty chairs opposite your desk.

Just a second, but please have a seat, you say without speaking.

Taehyung does as you indicate, his latest check stub clutched in his hand. Behind you is a window that’s very nearly floor-to-ceiling, and it overlooks the circular drive out front, and the large oak tree that stands in the center. Everything out there is picturesque, a perfect postcard shot for a late spring afternoon. The sun shines merrily from a sky of unmarred blue, casting glow and shadows on the green of the leaves, the grass, the trees that mark the edge of the property.

“Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung startles. You’ve hung up the phone and you’re looking at him, a friendly, professional smile on your face.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, tone indicating that you may have asked this already while Taehyung was busy fantasizing about being outside.

“Please call me Taehyung,” he requests, and you nod, still waiting to hear what he needs. He looks down at the check stub in his hand and then smooths it out on your desk between the two of you.

“Was there a problem with your pay?” you ask, surprised; you don’t usually make mistakes.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Taehyung admits. He presses his finger to show the dates on the stub, and you lean in, peering at the printed numbers. “I received that promotion two weeks ago, but this seems to be my old pay rate?”

You twist your mouth to one side, brows furrowing.

“Let me check something really quickly,” you say, turning to your computer monitor and typing rapidly. Taehyung goes back to enjoying the view - the one outside the window, and the one across the desk from him.

“Ah,” you say after a few clicks, your eyes still on the screen. “This is why. Technically your position change was effective starting on the 17th, but I didn’t receive the approval until the 19th, and payroll closed on the 18th. Your next check will be at the new rate, and you’ll receive the back pay from this pay period on that one as well. It will show up here-,” you point at the line on the check-stub, “-as its own category.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says. “Well, that’s simple. Okay. Thank you.” He rises, reaching for the slip of paper. He starts to head for the door, then pauses.

“Something else?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow.

“No, I just…” he trails off, then laughs at himself a little bit. “I just was thinking that this is one of those this meeting could have been an email moments. Sorry if I wasted your time.” He gives you a wry, self-deprecating smile that would make your stomach flutter… if you were single.

Your mouth quirks, the eyebrow stays put. “It could have,” you allow. “But this was nice too. I’ll see you around, Taehyung.”

He raps on your door twice on his way out. “See you around,” he says, like a promise.

He checks his phone on his way back to his desk. He’s got a text from the girl he’d met last night - his extended family had gathered to celebrate a birthday, and his cousin had brought a friend from her graduate program. She and Taehyung had spent all night exchanging covert glances. They’d ended the night by exchanging numbers, too.

Her name was Lily, which Taehyung liked. “You have a pretty name,” he’d told her. “Like the flower?”

“I don’t even like lilies,” she’d giggled. “My favorites are roses. There’s something… delicate.”

Taehyung was already planning to get roses when he took her out on Friday. He answers her text with something flirty and settles back into work.

After work, he stops by his parents’ house. He hugs his mother hello, shakes his father’s hand.

“Can you stay for dinner?” his mother asks. He hates telling her no, always has. And it’s not like he was going to go home and cook anyway.

Over dinner, she asks him about his plans for the weekend.

“Nothing too exciting,” he says. He doesn’t mention the date with Lily. It’s not worth mentioning. His mom will latch on, ask a million questions.

And somewhere, simmering in his subconscious, Taehyung already knows - if he’s going to sit through a full interrogation about a girl, it needs to be worth it.

They have a nice time on Friday night. She squeals over the roses, shares his desert, holds his hand as they walk away from the restaurant.

Taehyung breaks it off two weeks later. He can’t help it; he’s just bored.

He always ends up bored.

2. Summer

One thing Taehyung can always tell about Jimin is when he’s gotten laid. He could chalk it up to some best friend telepathy shit, but the truth is that Jimin has tells.

Taehyung decides midafternoon that if he stares at this particular spreadsheet for two more seconds, his eyes will officially stop working. He texts Jimin - breakroom? - and heads for the elevator, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes as he waits for the telltale ding of its arrival.

When he reaches the breakroom, it’s empty. He makes himself a hot tea, eyeing the windows as it steeps in the shitty foam cup that makes his tea always taste just a little plasticy. He really should bring a mug from home, he thinks absently, as he watches the trees outside dance and sway as the weather toys with the idea of a summer shower. Taehyung hopes it will rain - it’s been beastly hot for days. Taehyung hates summer, longs for cooler days. Hopefully, the rain will break the heat, at least for the afternoon.

When Jimin enters the room behind him, whistling - whistling - Taehyung turns around with wide eyes.

“Oh?” he inquires, an eyebrow raised. Jimin flushes pink instantly.

“What?” he asks innocently. Avoiding Taehyung’s gaze, he opens the fridge and digs around for a can of flavored seltzer he hid in the back.

Taehyung moves to sit in one of the plastic chairs, his eyes on his best friend’s very guilty back. “Did you have a nice night?” he asks, voice light.

The flush darkens, creeps up the back of Jimin’s neck. “Uh-huh,” he says, head still in the fridge, hiding his pink face.

There’s a burst of noise from the hallway as you, Nikki, and Yoongi make your way towards the breakroom.

“I’m sorry,” you’re saying, pouting playfully at Nikki as you all enter the room. Yoongi flops immediately into the chair across from Taehyung, nudging his leg with his foot in greeting. Nikki faces you, hands on her hips. “I want to go,” you continue, “but Ben’s coming tonight.”

Taehyung busies himself on his phone, since he can no longer tease Jimin in private.

“Are any of the rest of you coming later?” Nikki asks, moving on from you, disappointed in your answer. “To Jin’s cookout?”

“Ji-hyun and I will be there,” Yoongi promises.

“I can’t,” Taehyung says apologetically. “I have to help my parents with a few things tonight.”

“You two,” Nikki says darkly, pointing a finger between you and Taehyung, “are so disappointing.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes good-naturedly, and you giggle, both of you used to her dramatic ass. “At least I have a good reason,” he protests. “I could have bailed to go out with Silviaris tonight, but I’m not. Doesn’t that earn me any points?”

“No,” Nikki says flatly. “I am disappointed.”

You meet Taehyung’s gaze, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “It’s nice to have company,” you say, and Taehyung raises a brow, not sure he understands. “As Nikki’s greatest disappointment in life,” you explain. “It’s usually just me, by myself.”

“Ah,” Taehyung says. “Glad I could ease your burden. Maybe we should make it an official thing, make pins?”

“Yes!” you cry, clapping your hands together in mock delight. “You can be the Vice President! The Nikki’s Greatest Disappointments Club!”

“Motion to nominate Park Jimin as club Secretary?” Taehyung jokes.

“Ooh, motion seconded,” you say, eyes lighting up. “Jimin? Care to weigh in?”

“If you two nerds are done,” Nikki says archly, cutting you two off before you can get even more carried away with your bit, “I’m trying to figure out how much food I need to buy for tonight. Jimin, are you coming?”

“If he says no,” Taehyung points out, “he’ll have to join the Nikki’s Disappointments club. He’ll have no choice.”

Jimin ignores him. “I’ll be there,” he promises.

Apparently, Taehyung’s not the only one with the teasing Jimin agenda, because as she faces him, Nikki gasps, her eyes widening comically.

“Park Jimin,” she hisses, voice lowering to a scandalized whisper, “is that a hickey?”

Yoongi laughs - shoulders shaking - without even seeing the evidence as Jimin turns an impossible shade of red. His blush when it was just Taehyung teasing him was nothing compared to this.

“No,” he says, hand flying to his neck.

Taehyung giggles. “I knew it,” he brags. “I knew it as soon as I heard you whistling. You’re so obvious.”

“You don’t know anything,” Jimin snaps, but he’s fighting a giggle too. “Everyone stop looking at me!”

“So I’m guessing the date went well?” Yoongi asks, gums showing as he smiles at Jimin’s expense.

“Really well, it seems like,” Nikki supplies, leaning against the fridge.

“Better than my night,” Taehyung agrees.

“Whose place did you go back to? Are you going out again? How was it?” Nikki asks, rapid-fire.

“You’re all insufferable,” Jimin grumbles, but he’s fighting a smile, the deep flush fading back to pink.

You peer at the spot as Jimin sinks low in his chair, trying to hide from you all. “Ah,” you say conspiratorially, like you and Jimin are in on a secret together. “It’s just a burn from the curling iron, right, Jimin?”

“Yes,” he says quickly. “Yes, I was just curling my long, luxurious locks this morning and had a little mishap - now everyone stop looking at it.”

“Yeah, we all remember your ‘burn’ last Christmas,” Nikki quips, air-quotes and all.

“Nikki!” you gasp, betrayal etched all over your face. “You’re one to talk! Remember when you…”

Yoongi rises, rapping on the table with his knuckles. “It’s only downhill from here,” he says to the other men. “Best to escape now, before they start throwing missteps from high school in each other’s faces.”

You and Nikki stop bickering long enough to glare at him. “Don’t act like you understand our beautiful friendship,” Nikki sniffs. Yoongi gives her a mock salute and heads through the door.

Silence falls over the break room in his absence, and you all look at the clock, realizing at the same time that your fifteen minutes are probably up.

“Alright,” Nikki says, also heading for the door. “Jimin, should I add a plus one for tonight? I just need to know how much food to get ready.”

“No,” Jimin mumbles, still pink. “Just me.”

Nikki heads out the door and you start to follow. Then, you pause at the door, turning back to meet Taehyung’s gaze.

“Meeting adjourned, Mister Vice President?” you ask lightly.

He smiles, he can’t help it. “Meeting adjourned, Madam President,” he agrees, inclining his head solemnly.

Your pleased smile splits your face, and then you’re gone.

Taehyung makes a little mental note, files it away. He hadn’t really known that you were funny. He likes funny.

Then, he turns his attention back to his secret-keeping best friend. “Okay,” he says flatly, no wiggle room allowed. “Spill, Park.”

3. Fall

Taehyung’s long accepted that Jimin’s favorite activity is gossiping - or sharing news, as he calls it. It usually doesn’t bother Taehyung, even though for the most part his job is to nod and make listening noises every now and then. Jimin just likes to share, it doesn’t need to be a dialogue.

It does bother him, a little, when the topic is you. But he can’t say so, or Jimin will be onto his little crush - still successfully a secret, somehow - in no time. He has no choice but to nod and make his listening noises, just like any other time.

“Y/N and her boyfriend fought again yesterday, I guess,” Jimin informs him as they stand in line to pick up the lunch orders they’d called in.

“Mmm?” Taehyung replies; Listening Noise #1.

“Yep,” Jimin continues obliviously. “I feel bad for her, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“It seems like he’s just… not in it,” Jimin muses. “Imagine? A girl like that, and you give her less than a hundred percent? Unfathomable.”

“It is,” Taehyung agrees, meaning it.

“You don’t seem to have much of an opinion about it.” Jimin narrows his eyes at him.

Taehyung shrugs as the line shuffles forward. “I guess I feel like we probably don’t know the whole story,” he admits. “How do you know they fought? Nikki?”

Jimin makes an affirmative sound as they reach the counter and pay for their meals, which are bagged and ready to go.

Taehyung wiggles his head. “It feels a little like a game of telephone,” he says as they head back through the restaurant, out the doors, and back to Taehyung’s parked car. “Y/N tells Nikki part of the story, Nikki tells you part of the story, you tell me part of the story…” He trails off, point made.

Outside, a brisk wind blows a group of dead leaves past their feet. Jimin shudders and pulls his sweater tighter around his shoulders.

Back in the car, Taehyung eyes his rearview mirror carefully as he backs out of the parking spot. A question simmers under his skin and it gets away from him, as slippery as a fish, right through his lips before he can call it back.

“Why do you think she stays with him?”

The escaped question is met with silence. Taehyung glances sideways at Jimin - mostly to see if his best friend has translated the question and heard “I’d do a better job than that guy,” which is what Taehyung thinks he means, if he’s being honest.

It seems like Jimin’s pondering the answer to the spoken question, not the silent one, thankfully. “Not sure,” he says finally, as they stop at a red light. “The familiarity of it, probably. It’s safe, she’s used to it. You know?”

Taehyung doesn’t know - has literally never had a relationship last long enough for it to feel familiar in the first place. Jimin seems to realize this as soon as he says it, and laughs.

“How’s it going with…” he trails off.

Now it’s Taehyung’s turn to laugh. “You don’t remember her name.”

“I do!” Jimin protests. “It’s… shit.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “If I marry her, I’m going to tell this story all the time.”

“You’re not going to marry her,” Jimin scoffs, sure. “She won’t last.”

Taehyung’s stomach twists. “That’s not very kind,” he says mildly.

Jimin reaches out, belatedly realizing how it had sounded. “No, I didn’t mean--”

“It’s fine.”

He shakes his head vehemently. “I just know it’s not her, Taehyung, I swear,” he says. “I know you, I know what works for you and what doesn’t. This one… she’s not it.”

“You have to use her name,” Taehyung says flatly. He hates that he knows Jimin’s right. Jimin’s always right, to the point it’s annoying. “She’s not a car.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jimin laughs as Taehyung parks, and they both make their way back to the building. “I remember. It’s Kat.”

Taehyung eats at his desk, as he usually does if they leave to pick food up - they spend most of their lunch break in the car, not enough time left over to eat in the break room. He catches up on emails he missed, attends a dial-in meeting in which he contributes absolutely nothing, finishes updating several accounts, empties his voicemail. It’s well after three when he decides he’s sleepy and needs a caffeine break.

Down in the break room, he makes a hot tea and sits at the table so he can see out to the lobby. Through the doors, he has a nice view of the tree at the center of the circular driveway, currently all reds and oranges.

He sips at his tea carefully, testing the temperature with his lips, as he absently watches a blue sedan pull up and park before the glass front doors. It idles there for a few minutes, and then someone’s high heels click through the lobby. He knows your silhouette instantly, watches curiously as you approach the car, leaning down to speak through the lowered passenger side window. The autumn breeze assaults you; he notices as your hair is tossed around, as you press closer to the car as if you can escape the wind.

The back door of the car opens and a little girl gets out, the bookbag on her back almost bigger than her. You take her hand, wave goodbye to the driver of the car, and lead her inside. You both disappear from Taehyung’s view, heading back to the small hallway of offices behind the front desk.

Taehyung furrows his brow, trying to decipher what he’d just seen. Do you have a kid?

He gets this question answered a few minutes later when you click back through the lobby, the little girl right behind you, but this time you head in his direction.

You nod at him as you pass by, walking through the breakroom and stopping at the vending machine in the far corner.

“Sierra, this is Mr. Kim, he works with me,” you say, looking over your shoulder. The little girl looks at the floor, then up at Taehyung. He notices right away that she looks just like you.

“Hi,” he says, giving her a friendly smile.

“My little sister,” you say, answering all of his unvoiced questions. “Si, do you want cookies? Or chips?”

“Both,” Sierra says, coming to join you at the machine, forgetting all about Taehyung.

“A lady after my own heart,” Taehyung jokes.

You give him a dirty look over your shoulder, and then tell your sister, “Pick one, and then we’ll go visit Mr. Min in the kitchen and see if he’ll let you have some fruit. Okay?”

Sierra sighs, but it seems like she’s thinking about her choice. “Chips,” she decides finally. “You get more of them.”

“Sit here and eat them, please,” you tell her, “while I make my coffee. Then we’ll go see Mr. Min and get you an apple. Probably.”

As you make your coffee, stirring it briskly with a little wooden stick, you ask her, “How was school?”

“It was good.”

“Do you have homework?”

“Mhm.” A grumble. “Math and spelling.”

“Okay. Well, we should try to get one of those done before your violin lesson. Which one do you want to get done first?”

“Spelling,” Sierra growls.

You smile at her. “If we work on the math first, then it’s all done and you can put it back in your folder and stop worrying about it.”

Sierra huffs, thinking about this.

Taehyung rises, his fifteen minutes up, and nods goodbye to you as he makes his way out into the lobby.

“Nice to meet you, Sierra,” he says.

“Tell Mr. Kim goodbye, please,” you prompt.

“Goodbye, Mr. Kim,” Sierra says around a mouthful of potato chips.

He stops in front of the elevator; from there, he can hear the high pitch of Sierra’s voice as she answers your question, and then the low, firm tone of yours as you respond. He’s too far away now to hear what either of you are saying, but he watches through the doorway as you stop beside Sierra, resting a hand on top of her head, smiling down as you talk to her. Watching you this way, seeing your competence, your kindness, hearing how your voice goes soft with affection as you care for her... it makes Taehyung feel weirdly… kind of warm and fuzzy.

When the elevator doors close before him, Taehyung is faced with his own reflection, faced with the fact that he has the dopiest smile on his face. He erases it quickly, schooling his features, heaving a heavy breath.

Oh, is he in trouble.

4. Winter

Taehyung knows that Jimin loves Christmas shit. And Jimin knows that Taehyung loves winter. It’s one of the things that makes them compatible friends.

They both looked forward to the office holiday party every year. Not because the office party was fun - it very much was not. They looked forward to it because Nikki and Seokjin always threw a great after-party at his restaurant.

Taehyung arrives to the office party late - that’s one of the keys to surviving the boring part of the night, minimize time spent there in any way possible - and starts to head to the large open hall where the crowd is, when he hears a psst.

He spots Yoongi, down a currently unlit hallway to his right. Yoongi jerks his head, indicating that Taehyung should follow him, and takes off down the dark hall, towards his office near the kitchen. Taehyung follows, interested.

The light is on in Yoongi’s office, spilling out into the hallway along with the sound of voices. Inside, Taehyung finds ten plastic cups filled halfway up with what looks like orange juice. Yoongi’s girlfriend, Ji-hyun, sits on his swivel-chair behind the desk, chatting merrily with you and Nikki. Also crowded into the little room are Seokjin and Jimin.

Ji-hyun gets up when she spots Yoongi, and he takes the seat, pulling her back down onto his lap. Then he leans over and unlocks the bottom drawer of his desk, straightening up with an expensive bottle of vodka in hand.

“God bless you, Min Yoongi,” Nikki breathes.

Yoongi grins, gums showing. “If you want to pass the bottle and then use the juice as a chaser, that’s fine,” he tells the little crowd. “Or if you want to mix it, tell me and I’ll pour for you. But the vodka stays within these four walls, got it?”

Taehyung isn’t surprised to see Nikki reach for the bottle, taking a long swig before grabbing one of the orange juices to chase it down. He is surprised when you do the same thing after her. He opts to mix, knowing he has to drive from here to the after-party. He finds himself watching you as the rest of the group mix their drinks or drink from the bottle. You’re wearing a short black dress, the material thin enough to be a nightgown. It’s form-fitting, but you’re hiding your form beneath one of those butt-length, open-front cardigans.

Yoongi eyes the three cups left on his desk and raises eyebrows.

“I didn’t bring anybody,” Jimin explains.

“Me either,” Taehyung says. “It just didn’t feel fair, you know? To put someone through this?”

“And Ben?” Yoongi asks, looking at you.

You flush, then cover it by reaching for one of the three remaining cups. “Running late,” you say. “So I guess I get his share?” You hold out the cup for Yoongi to fill with vodka, which he does. For some reason, he looks at Taehyung as he does this.

When everyone’s cups are empty, Yoongi locks the bottle back in his desk. “Remind me to bring that to my car when we leave,” he murmurs low to Ji-hyun, and she kisses his temple in response.

Everyone files out of Yoongi’s office, heading back to the main part of the building. Music plays, and the sound of conversation floats around to this quiet, empty part of the building. Taehyung and Jimin wait as Yoongi locks up his office, Ji-hyun at his elbow.

Back in the main room, employees and their loved ones mill about. There are little plastic cups of cheap wine available, but Taehyung avoids them. Time passes slowly, and he keeps catching himself glancing at his watch, waiting for the minute they’d all break for their cars, heading to Jin’s.

Almost an hour later, Jimin appears at Taehyung’s elbow, giving his boss a polite smile and quick bow.

“Ah,” Taehyung says, acting like he’s never acted before. Or maybe, not since last year’s holiday party. He forces regret into his tone, frowns. “I’m so sorry to cut short such a lovely time, but…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, doesn’t wait for his boss or his wife to answer. He turns and follows Jimin, both of them giggling, out to the parking lot. It’s freezing, everything Taehyung touches feels like it’s going to stick to his clammy hands - the car door, the steering wheel, the seatbelt. The sky seems to threaten snow, but none falls.

It’s clear when they walk into Jin’s restaurant that most of the crew beat them there. Everyone is crowded around the bar, voices loud. You spy them, having the advantage of facing the door from your seat, and you shout, “Jimin and Taehyung are here!” You throw your arms in the air in celebration.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look. As they draw near the bar, Jin leans over and whispers, “She’s been imbibing. Nikki says to help keep an eye on her.”

You’ve lost the cardigan, and Taehyung literally hears static in his ears for a minute as he takes in the way your dress falls on the dips and curves of your body. Something protective growls just under his ribcage, strumming against his sternum.

Taehyung and Jimin find empty seats at the end of the bar and order their drinks. Seokjin comes around with plates of food for sharing, all of it vastly more appetizing than anything that had been laid out back at the office.

“Much better,” Taehyung sighs, relaxing into the atmosphere, and Jimin nods vehemently, his mouth full of whatever drink he’d ordered.

Taehyung talks with Jimin and Jin, cracks jokes with them, explains what happened with the last girl he was seeing, listens to Jimin’s latest escapade. But all night, he feels his attention being tugged to his left, where he can see you in his periphery, hear your voice as you (shout) talk to Nikki. All night, he’s fighting the urge to sneak glances over his shoulder, to memorize the way that dress falls, to just get up and go talk to you.

He’s glad he doesn’t when you squeal at the sight of the restaurant’s door opening, some guy stepping in out of the winter cold. The boyfriend, it must be. Taehyung tries not to watch as you wobble over to embrace the man. He looks down at you, frowning, asks you quietly where the rest of your outfit is. You giggle, like it’s a big joke. He looks at Nikki, accusing. Nikki’s face goes hard.

“Uh-oh,” Jimin murmurs, and Seokjin moves quickly, ready to step in if he needs to.

“Why’d you let her get like this?” the boyfriend asks, taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. You beam at him, like he’s done something sweet and thoughtful. Taehyung looks down at his drink, swirls the ice cubes in a circle.

“Well, Ben,” Nikki says flatly, her voice carrying across the open space, “it’s not my fault she wanted to drink until she forgot to feel sad. Her words, not mine. I wonder whose fault that could be? Maybe the person who was supposed to be here--,” she glances at her watch, “--six hours ago?”

Ben scowls, and Nikki opens her mouth again, but he cuts her off. “Okay, Nikki, you made your point,” he says, still scowling.

Oblivious, you smile up at him. “Are we gonna stay and hang out? Or do you wanna go home?”

The boyfriend wraps an arm around your shoulders, shooting Nikki one last glare before looking down at you again. “Let’s go home,” he says quietly. “You need to drink some water.”

“No I don’t, I’m fine,” you protest as he leads you back towards the door. Before you disappear through the doorway, you turn and call, “Bye, everybody!”

Silence falls over the group once you’re gone, the bar’s speakers audible for the first time in hours. Seokjin goes over to Nikki and kisses the top of her head.

“I hate that guy,” she grumbles.

Back home, Taehyung lays in bed with his eyes closed. His mind is busy, it flits around like a hummingbird that isn’t sure where it’s safe to land. How good you’d looked in that dress swirls in his mind, but just as quickly his attention shifts to think instead about how crappy your boyfriend is. His mind flops back and forth between remembering the sound of your belly laugh to the sight of that guy’s possessive hand on your shoulder as he’d steered you away from the group. Back and forth between how much he wished he could have stood closer to you, found little reasons to touch you and how Nikki had said you were sad all night.

Frustrated, he flops on his side, bunches up his pillow. It takes him a long time to find sleep.

–

The worst part of the office holiday party, by far, is that it’s always held on a weeknight.

Taehyung spends almost the entire day fighting sleep at his desk; he even tries to drink a coffee, and he hates coffee.

At the end of the day, he’s called into his boss’s office. He goes, stomach sinking, already knowing what this would be about: he’d made mistakes on three different accounts throughout the day, all of them flagged by the computer system before he could fix them himself.

“Taehyung, I’m surprised at you,” his boss says kindly, leaning across his desk, peering at Taehyung closely. “Three in the same day?”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung blurts. “I know that’s unacceptable.”

What is he supposed to say? I’m sorry, sir, have you ever experienced ‘brain goes brrrr’? I thought it was just a tiktok joke but I am currently experiencing it for the first time…

Or worse: I’m sorry, sir, I spent five of my allotted sleeping hours last night thinking about someone else’s girlfriend and how I could treat her better than he does.

“I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” he says, eyes on the ground. “I won’t let it happen again.”

His boss softens, tilts his head sympathetically. “See that you don’t,” he says, and gestures to the door, indicating that Taehyung was free to go.

He’s never felt less free in his life.

5. Spring, again

Outside the window closest to Taehyung’s desk, rain pelts the glass with aggression. It’s been raining all day, and the whole office feels gloomy, sleepy.

“Hey,” Jimin says, stopping at Taehyung’s desk, startling him completely. “Nikki says that she’s throwing Seokjin’s party at the restaurant this Friday. You coming?”

Taehyung had made plans with Jungkook for Friday. He pauses, considering.

Jimin notices his hesitation. “Y/N is going,” he says lightly, all innocence, and taps his knuckles on Taehyung’s desk just once before sauntering away. “I’ll see you there!”

Caught, Taehyung purses his lips… and wonders just how long Jimin’s known.

Masterpost | Ch 1 ->

Thank you so much for being here! I hope you enjoyed this little peek into Taehyung's life before Complete Faith began. You can find my full masterlist here!

#complete faith fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #bts x reader #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff

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petrichoremojis · 11 months

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we're Petri, it/its pronouns, and this is a revamp of our old emoji blog, now focused on providing symbols and emojis primarily for AAC boards. we believe that AAC users should be able to have access to the same words and conversations that non-AAC users do, and thus prioritize symbols that are mundane or hard to find elsewhere

we don't use the queue often, instead tending to just post whenever we draw something new. this means we tend to post in bursts, and there are times when the blog is rather quiet

we have a Google Drive (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_uxMRr4CGOl2hcJnYTFoOh6Fj47qoypi?usp=sharing) that acts as a database of our emojis, including ones currently in the queue, which we recommend checking out if you're looking for something specific or just want to browse!!

requests are open!!

Please note, while we're comfortable with interaction from kink blogs and are comfortable drawing kink-related symbols (AAC users can be kinksters too!), we would prefer that kink blogs request on anon. It's alright to tag yourself in the ask or ask us to tag you when it's done, but as we're sex-averse we aren't comfortable with answering direct asks from kink blogs. Additionally, while we are comfortable drawing kink-related symbols, please keep in mind that our symbols are meant for AAC. Please don't just use us for free kink art

FAQ

[PT: FAQ. end PT]

Can I use your emojis?

yes. if you're using it for an AAC board, no credit is required. if you're using it on Discord or other social medias and websites, we ask that you provide credit to us in some way

Will you do an emoji related to [x]?

yes. the only reason we can forsee denying a request is because it's triggering to our OCD, it's too complex, we can't find a way to depict it, and/or it can't be posted on Tumblr. this means we're fine with doing emojis related to darker topics, because we believe that everyone should have access to whatever words they need

Can I edit your emojis?

it depends. recolours are always fine, so long as you don't take credit for the entire emoji; if you like, you can ask us for the individual layers and/or Krita file to make recolouring easier. for other edits, if you're using it for an AAC board and not sharing it, then you may edit it however you like. if you're planning to edit it and post it/share it with others, we ask that you ask us permission first for our own peace of mind

Do you do word emojis?

we do, but we focus on symbols as that's what we use on our own boards. word emoji requests will probably take longer. names will almost always be word emojis; pronouns will often be word emojis, but if we can find a symbol way to depict them, we'll likely do that

Do you do fictional characters?

for the most part, yes, so long as they have a design {whether canon or popular fanon}, are not an OC, and don't conflict with our OCD. however, requested fictional characters will be just a basic emoji to allow you to refer to them. in the future, we plan to take commissions for larger fictional character sets that depict them doing other things

How long do requests take you?

it depends. we're a full-time university student and multiply disabled, with several symptoms that make drawing difficult for us, so we can't guarantee a quick turnaround. additionally, we do requests in the order that we think will take the least energy, not by when we received them, and sometimes we'll prioritize emojis that we need for our own AAC boards over requests

feel free to send in ask reminding selfves or checking on status!! helps selfves with motivation and memory

Why are your emojis in multiple different artstyles?

this blog is run by a system, with different headmates doing different drawings. while generally a request is taken or emoji is drawn based on whichever headmate feels up to it, you're free to request a specific artist draw it, so long as you realise that might take a bit longer

the main artists are Cecil and Idiosyncrasy. less-common artists are Prayingthing, Gerrymander, and Jonathan

#pinned post #emoji blog #custom emojis #blog intro

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belphiesreverie · 2 years

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Reintroducing Rin!

A little while ago I decided to do a small revamp of my yan oc Rin and change a couple things about his design and character I no longer liked. And they’re finally finished!

His updated information will be under the cut! Please feel free to ask things for them or suggest drawings I can do, I love talking about my boy! Also, all Rin posts will now be under the #Rin Lovemail tag so please block that if you don’t want to see the posts 💕

General Information

Rin is 21 years old and his birthday is December 4th! They are a pansexual demiboy and use he/they pronouns

He is doing a photography course at university and is currently in his last year

His favourite thing to photograph besides his darling is nature and wildlife! They especially likes taking pictures of pretty moths and other small insects that people usually dislike

Rin is 6’5, but because of their tendency to hunch over and his bad posture, he usually looks closer to being 6’3-4

They were often told that they have RBF and paired with his height it made him look scary and intimidating, so they make a conscious effort to widen their eyes and smile more so he looks more approachable

Rin’s younger brother is a very popular idol, and because of this he was always being pressured by his parents to pursue a similar career. This led them to becoming the drummer for a visual kei band when he was 17

The band was very popular, but they ended up quitting when they were 18 because they didn’t like the attention. He does still play the drums as a hobby though!

He currently works at a butler cafe, which he also doesn’t enjoy much but it pays well and they need the money for their expensive camera equipment

His hair is naturally greyish white, which makes it perfect for dyeing, but he doesn’t do it very often because he hates maintaining it. He will occasionally switch up the small dyed strand of their hair though, depending on what colour he likes more at the time which is definitely not influenced by his darlings favourite colour at all

Rin loves cooking and baking! He does most of the cooking for him and his roommate and he loves to bake cookies and sweets when they have downtime from uni and work

Although it may seem like Rin would enjoy romance movies, they actually prefer horror/suspense movies much more! They’re also super good at guessing which characters are going to die and in what order, it’s kind of a little game they play any time they watch a new one

He’s also a big fan of “scary” rollercoasters and haunted house experiences and the like! He’s very hard to scare or startle so he’s on like a small personal mission to find something that scares them

Yandere type!

Rin is a very soft yandere, he would never put his darling in any danger or uncomfortable situations. They just want the best for them and for them to be happy… and to maybe be a factor for their happiness

He’s like a big lost puppy, with the way he follows his darling everywhere they go. He’ll usually walk behind them because he’s worried he’d be overstepping their place to walk next to them. But if they invite him to walk with them, he’ll be over the moon

They have a constant need for validation and always worries that anything he does might upset their darling. But he also doesn’t want to annoy them by constantly asking if they’re happy/uncomfortable/upset etc so he’ll keep a mental list. They’re very attentive

Absolutely melts at any form of positive feedback from his darling. This includes anything from smiling at him, laughing at something he said or greeting him first to being allowed to hug them or hold their hand, and especially verbal praise

When dealing with people they consider to be threats, they are very clever about the way they go about it

He knows killing someone is very risky, so he’ll usually keep it as a last resort. Often times they’re able to just intimidate people enough to scare them off. He is 6’5 and capable of mustering up a deadly glare if the situation calls for it

And it’s quite easy for them to get away with it as well. Rin has a reputation for being a massive softie, and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears half the time. In what word is he intimidating? Sure he’s tall, but that’s all they’ve got in terms of fear factor… right?

I’m gonna leave it here to give you guys ample opportunity to ask about him so I have more excuses to ramble 😌

I also have a Spotify playlist I made with songs that remind me of them if you wanna listen! And I’m always up for more song suggestions 💕

#Rin Lovemail #Rin #oc: rin #yandere oc #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #soft yandere #tw yandere #gn reader

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dial-this-dial-that · 4 months

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[REVAMP SOON]

Hello and welcome to my page of OCs! Call me Dial (or Fugo if we're close). This page is meant to be a hub for all my FFXIV shenanigans, but especially characters and their stories.

Be warned that I don't really tag many CWs as my characters are full of them, so expect occasional slurs, sexual references, drug and alcohol mention and all that stuff.

Below the cut you will find some of my characters and very brief surface-level profiles on them. If you'd like to know more you can click on their name to see their personal tag or shoot me an ask/message with a question or an RP proposal!

If you just want to see my art/screenshots without the reblogs, you can see the #dial-does-images tag.

Jah'to "Jack" Rhydir [Coeurl], a Twelveswood born and raised Keeper, a younger twin. He left home early due to family conflict and quickly adapted into the life of a robber and criminal otherwise. Fate eventually brought him to meeting the love of his life through the most curious of circumstances. Now, he is on the path of recovery as a co-owner of a small apothecary with a side-hobby of raising chocobos. [old outdated carrd]

Vivienaix Vaitabeois [Coeurl] is a down-on-his-luck musician, chased out of his noble family for disobedience. Not prepared to face the broad society, he'd spent over a decade as a shut-in in a small apartment in Ul'dah, reading books, tending to his plants and writing music only for his own ears to hear. Eventually, the finances his family graced him with ran dry and in his search for a job he could do with his minimal skills he found himself back in Ishgard, forming a very complicated relationship with his new boss.

Cillien Cedrepierre [Mateus], a mysterious Duskwight of a million faces, who claims to have grown up in a poor family in some remote Twelveswood village. Although depending on who you ask, you may hear a completely different story of his origins, making one wonder if Cillien is even his real name. He's got a perfect mask up his sleeve for any person and situation, yet one question remains: does he himself still remember what he truly looks like? [carrd]

A'nanas Tia [Coeurl] is a self-made, yet genuine doctor of psychotherapy, otherwise known as a mind-mender. With his practice still being quite novel to the mending community, he frequently struggles with having his work be officially recognized or otherwise sponsored. But he doesn't give up, taking willing patients as part of the Stardust Apothecary services and writing books on the matter.

Rakim "Nile" Ottah [Coeurl], a classic criminal mastermind with a flamboyant and eccentric side to him. A proud son of Dalmasca, who fled to Eorzea with his waning parents and eventually had to survive in the streets of Ul'dah on his own. His strong leadership and skillful manipulation led him to the top of a small gang of robbers, which slowly evolved into a very powerful syndicate under his wing.

Zachand Greystone Karasu [Coeurl] is the son/daughter of Nile. He isn't the brightest, but her cheerful and innocent attitude often compels people to call her an angel. She isn't opposed to it, always happy to act on the nickname and help a person in need with all she can. ...Which is often quite a lot, since Nile frequently showers him with very hefty allowances and very little regulation to where those allowances go.

Teppei Shirayuki [Diabolos] is the youngest son of a fairly influential Hingan family. Far from being the family heir with plenty of older siblings, Teppei has grown into quite a spoiled brat. His lack of sense of responsibility led him to causing problems for his parents, who kindly asked him to sail overseas and not stick his nose out for a while as the dust settled. He is only happy for it though, as he is finally completely left to his own devices and also can stay as far away as possible from his despised oldest brother.

#pinned #ffxiv roleplay

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otterronpas · 7 months

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CHIBI LORE

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IDMEDITALY

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ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!! So a select few of you may remember my OC/sona, Chibi! I used her a whole lot years ago when I was really active on tumblr, but now that I'm older and revamping my page, I thought I'd give her an update as well! Her lore will be under the cut because I WROTE A LOT SJDJH but do feel free to ask me more questions about her! I'll probably start drawing her more often, so expect to see some art of her sometime!

CHIBI LORE

Chibi grew up in a little village, raised by her father since her mother passed away while she was still young. Members of the village also pitched in to help raise her, so it was like she had one big family.

Magic was heavily taught and practiced in this village, and Chibi’s family had a long history of telekinetics. As such, she grew up learning telekinesis. She’s not a master at it, but she can use it well enough.

Chibi was a relatively quiet and reclusive kid, a bit eccentric at times. She was sometimes a bit slower to learn things in classes than others, but she was still able to learn the material well. Unfortunately, these tendencies often made her a target for bullies.

Chibi’s main bullies came from “gang” or rival territories in the village. These kids were much stronger, much more powerful than Chibi; because of this, she did her best to ignore them and keep her head up. However, the bullying soon evolved into threats of violence; this was what gave Chibi the push to tell someone about what was happening.

The bullying was swiftly taken care of, and Chibi thought that was the end of it. And for a few weeks, it seemed like it was. Chibi finished her studies, and she was looking into exploring further outside the village. What she didn’t know was that the bullies were plotting revenge. They were convinced that Chibi thought she was stronger than them, that she was much better than them now that she had told someone about them. They wanted to do something big, something that would make her never want to cross them again.

This culminates in Chibi coming home one day to find her home completely trashed. Things were stolen, broken, it was a complete mess. Worst of all, her father was nowhere to be found. Just before she could call for help, the leader of the bullies revealed themselves to her. They berated Chibi to her face, saying that it’s her own fault they did this to her home, because she went and “tattled” on them. They told Chibi that she needed to leave the village, or else things would get much worse for her. Afraid for her own safety, she grabbed what she could and ran far from the village, as far as her legs could take her.

As a side note, Chibi’s father is still alive! He caught the gang in the act of wrecking the house, but was ultimately threatened into running away from the village. However, the gang convinced Chibi he was dead.

Chibi camped out in the woods for a couple days, scavenging for any food she could hunt down and find. Most of these consisted of small animals, like birds and mice. It wasn’t as good as her village’s home cooking, but it was something. Better than starving, at least. She was surviving, but she knew she couldn’t live in the woods forever. She started seeking out shelter, looking for anywhere she could stay and get back on her feet.

Note: At this time, Chibi is around 16 years old.

Meanwhile, it didn’t take long for the village to notice Chibi’s disappearance. A search party was sent out for her, and they were soon able to find her living deep in the woods. They had planned to bring her back home, but Chibi informed them that she couldn’t go back home due to the gang’s threats. Knowing how powerful the rival territories were, the village agreed to help Chibi find a new place to stay. They eventually found her a home to stay in, somewhere close to the city. In a way it worked out, since Chibi was interested in visiting the city someday. They provided her with enough food, clothes, and funds to help her get back on her feet, and told her she’d always have them to fall back on if she ever needed it. With that, she said her goodbyes and set out for her new home.

Chibi would spend the next four years living on her own, and once she turned 18 she began applying for colleges in the city. She was accepted into a small city college that was decently affordable, but she knew she’d have to get a job to help sustain herself. After looking for a while, she picked up a housekeeping job, and she still works with this company to this day.

#not really sure how to tag this JSHSH #someone hug Chibi #otter rambles #chibi (oc)

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ts4ritsa · 8 months

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✧ about me page …

this page contains pretty much all you need to know about my blog and me as a person :D

regarding me ┆彡

- heya there, call me sar! I’m the sole moderator in charge of this blog. you can refer to me with any pronouns but I’d appreciate they/them.

general info ┆彡

- here, you will find posts of mine that mainly consist of me indulging my follower’s requests and/or desires by writing reader-insert fanfiction of them being paired with characters in the shows and games they enjoy. sometimes I like to post my own thoughts and headcanons about my fav characters too

- if you would like to submit a request, please see my rules page first, then submit it through my inbox!

- also, I generally write in 2nd person POV and lowercase writing is a stylistic choice. but, oneshots will have proper grammar

- although this is primarily a writing blog, I do post other silly little things from time to time

likes ┆彡

- cats: I love cats. I have one and she’s my baby fr (she will be the death of me)

- self-care: taking time off to just relax and prioritize my well-being. this includes spa days, shopping sprees, basically just me-time! it’s a reason why I take time off my blog every now and then too. don’t forget to put yourself first!

- writing: I think this one’s obvious lol — it’s something I like to do for fun, since I love to create stories and I occasionally tend to daydream about what it’d be like to exist in the fantasy worlds of my favorite fictional medias

- making & drawing ocs: I absolutely LOVE creating my own original characters and bringing them to life with art. I like to brainstorm ideas in my head and use songs make up lore for em!

- medias: I like all of the medias I write for and have listed on my home page, but here are some others that I also enjoy — honkai: star rail, genshin impact, doki doki literature club, cookierun: kingdom, super danganronpa another 2, project: eden’s garden, amanda the adventurer, baldi’s basics, bendy and the ink machine, five night’s at freddy’s, spy x family, kakegurui, demon slayer, panty and stocking, onibi series, the music freaks, south park, teen titans, clone high, the proud family, kim possible, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, squid game, heathers, mean girls, six, descendants, across the spider-verse, the super mario bros. movie

* I do want to write for some of these fandoms in the future but I still need to get a general grasp of the story and characters before I do so. also I am totally open to new fandom suggestions

fun facts ┆彡

- this blog’s birthay is on june 16th, 2022!

- the fandoms I am currently most fixated with are danganronpa and total drama ★

- a side-project I am currently working on is my old fanganronpa story that I made a few years ago! since I was falling back into the dr hole again, I decided to pick it back up. I love my cast they’re so silly

before you follow ┆彡

- I have nothing but platonic love for you guys! so if I ever say “ILY” or anything like that and spam heart emojis just know it’s always gonna be platonic

- I do like to answer asks and talk to anons! feel free to tell or ask me anything (with the exception of trauma dumping and asking overly personal things obviously)

- I prefer following on my own so I’d prefer not being asked to be mutuals with anyone randomly. I’d like to get to know you a little first; or if we post related content, have similar interests and we’ve interacted at least once before

- I revamp my blog pretty often because I am bad at settling down with themes

- if you’d like to become an emoji/named anon, send me an ask or request with your sign off and I’ll add you right away ^^

- I can disappear from time to time because of writer’s block, so yeah sorry about that in advance

- please don’t bring up any problematic or controversial topics on this blog — I want this account’s purpose to be solely for fun and I’m not trying to associate with problematic subjects or people :)

faves ┆彡

- amphibia: anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha waybright, darcy

- danganronpa: byakuya togami, angie yonaga, makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, genocider syo, hajime hinata, mahiru koizumi, hiyoko saionji, ryota mitarai, chiaki nanami, kirumi tojo

- genshin impact: kamisato ayaka, hu tao, xiao, furina, shenhe, kamisato ayato, xiangling

- honkai: star rail: gepard landau, fu xuan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, tingyun, kafka, silver wolf, stelle, dan heng

- madoka magica: homura akemi, mami tomoe, kyoko sakura, madoka kaname, sayaka miki

- project sekai colorful stage: airi momoi, emu otori, kanade yoisaki, rui kamishiro, all of mmj and niigo tbh, an shiraishi

- steven universe: peridot, yellow diamond, pearl

- the owl house: darius deamonne, luz noceda, amity blight, lilith clawthorne, edalyn clawthorne, boscha

- total drama: courtney, heather, leshawna

- yandere simulator: umeji kizuguchi, raibaru fumetsu, musume ronshaku

#★#about me page #before you follow

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scarfacemarston · 2 years

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It all sort of happened quietly but the lead writer for rdr left rockstar Kojima-style bc of the similar direction the company is taking. Afterward nothing new ever came about, no dlc, no continued online content, and no attempt to even look like they were trying. It’s really sad but we’ll probably never have any official rdr game content come out again. The closest we could probably get is the writer making a new western series, since with all the grace they gave it after he left I doubt rockstar would be kind enough to let him take the IP and characters with him even once it’s completely dead.

Tbh it sort of feels like the entire gaming industry is in a dark age? I’m having a hard time thinking of one major company that hasn’t heel turned towards pay-to-win mechanics and child gambling. It’s such bullshit

Ah, that makes sense. What a damn shame. As I've said before, I was surprised their corporate minds didn't think that there is SO much money that could be made out of the series. I am still finding lost files for rdr 2, but nothing that says anything about a DLC. Just cut content. It’s obnoxious that they couldn’t even finish the story for us. Even if it would be one final set of missions

Red dead online ONE as in Red Dead Online from the FIRST Red dead game is actually still up and running and pretty active. I have the game on ps3 and I THINK those who stream it can access it as it is. You can play as ANY character from the game. IF you have access to it, I highly recommend you play it. It’s not the same as rdr 2 online, but it has a lot of good going for it. Today was the funeral, I think I heard? I didn’t get to attend. I’m out of town for work. Poor OC Alex and poor Abigail Marston don’t get to have their days in the sun anymore. (Actually, you can play as Abigail in red dead online 1, but still.) I have to agree with you. Gaming culture needs a revamp and it starts with the creators. People are like, "Why do you focus on so many older games/fandoms." Games are broken upon release . There are too many transactions as you said. Finally, they are too damn expensive and we can't even get the tech right. Except for Lego Star Wars which I waited for reviews, I haven't bought any "new" games. I always wait at least a year or two. Which apparently makes content "Too old". To be fair, RDR 1 was from 2010 and the 2nd one was 4ish years ago. And then fandoms can also make or break the experience. RDO has brought a lot of people together and a lot of people have made friends. I have. But the friends I have now agree with me that it's so expensive to buy games and have the time/energy to play them. It takes more effort. RDR woke something up in people. I think there are other games like that, but as things break down, that's becoming less and less. Vampire the Masquerade is my other huge favorite game series. Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines from 2004ish was a disaster but it still had a lot going for it. The community of developers still came together and VTM Bloodlines is STILL beloved and thriving. I personally am not interested in anything. Bloodlines 2 had a little promise years ago, but again, the writers were LET GO after they did a ton of the writing and they basically wanted to steal a lot of the work (FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND). A new publisher has picked it up. but I don't trust it either. It's just going to fail ad games like VTM Swansong just doesn't have the same magic, and horror. Same with the so called visual novels or IPs like Werewolf the Apocalypse. Game IPs that have been around for decades. Hell, even animal crossing and other nintendo games are going for some seriously shady practices. It is what it is and it's so unfortunate. It really is.

#rdr 2 #rdo #rip rdo #rip red dead online #sean macguire #dutch van der linde #sadie adler #flaco hernandez #Josiah Trelawny

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alexrphub · 11 months

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~~Cough. Cough. Good lord, I don’t remember it being this dusty around here. Probably what happens when I disappear for, what, 3 years? Returning has always been a reoccurring thought. But that thought has always been shot down by the “aren’t you too stupid for writing now that you’re off your meds” thoughts. I still ponder ideas about my characters, dreaming of actually doing something with them. But sadly, that requires effort and motivation.

But hey, stick around. I might actually do something. Assuming I actually tidy things up on this hell site (I did a quick scroll through of my dash and I don’t remember it being this dead). in the mean time, here are some of those ideas I’ve toyed with instead of actually sleeping.~~

Giving May (FMA OC) a little sister. This thought never went too far. I wanted to give her some kind of physical disability from the Ishvalan war that automail couldn’t fix, like her eardrums ruptured and she lost her hearing, giving May a reason to learn sign language, or shrapnel to the eyes taking her sight, giving May a reason to learn brail. Or making her sister mute. You get the idea. I thought about trying to write an actual fic about it, making May’s reason to learn about medicine and medical applications for alchemy be that she’s trying to “fix” her sister. It turned into more focus on May, than anything. Never did come up with many ideas for her sister.

On the subject of May. I kept playing around with the events of the Promised Day. Never got around to anything good. Mainly just May encountering Bradley, finding out the truth about Ishval, getting pissed (rightfully so), and trying, and failing, to fight him. Bradley wouldn’t grant her the mercy of a quick death, and so he’d cut off her arms (ouch) and leave her to bleed out. But help would arrive in time (I wasn’t gonna kill her off like that) and eventually she’d give in and get automail for her now missing arms, and long missing leg.

Post-Promised Day May would begin learning everything she could about proper medical uses for Alchemy. Learning that alkahestry has actual medical applications, but different fundamentals from alchemy, she’d begin researching some kind of hybrid. One close enough to alkahestry to be used medically, but still close enough to alchemy that it wouldn’t as much of a pain in the ass to learn. And if the State Alchemist program still existed, she’d show off a proof of concept, allowing her to continue her research, and earing the title “Healing Hands Alchemist”

Actually revamping Stacey (Fairy Tail OC). Dear God was there gonna be a LOT of revamps. Her name, her timeline of events, personality. I’ve changed so much she’s basically a new character with a few references to the original sprinkled in. She was going to grow up in an orphanage since she was a baby, only having the first name Samantha. It was going to be called the Alamar Orphanage and be in Hargeon. She was going to befriend a scrap yard owner (I called him “Old Man Jakobs)”, who’d later adopt her (she’d have no idea) so she could leave the orphanage and join a guild, eventually ending up at the front doors of Fairy Tail. (this would be just a few months before the Tenrou Island arc). Needing a full name for the guild application, she’d chose Alamar (someone, either Erza’s or Lucy’s, suggestion) to remember how far she’s come. It being the Fairy Tail guild, she’s be welcomed into the guild with open arms and treated like family. When the Tenrou team vanished, Samantha would stay a faithful member, and eventually (over the next year or two) bring in a few new members before the guild’s popularity finally tanked. I had ideas for celestial wizard with a good amount of silver keys, 2 2nd gen dragon slayers, one with gold dragon slayer magic (He was one of the few with names. It was gonna be Aurther. I wanted something with “au” in it. I wanted his big quirk to be that he ate change), and the other with earth dragon slayer magic (never had much ideas for this one, but this one’s quirk was they were gonna eat mud), and finally a team mate that needed a special bow to focus her magic into different arrows. Eventually calling themselves “the Golden team.” (and yes, them some of them having powers similar to the main characters was intentional, with them eventually being referred to as a poor substitute for Fairy Tail’s best.) Samantha would eventually lose her adopted father, with her finding out from his will, and inheriting his belongings, including his old, small, ship. Allowing the Golden Team to use it when needed. And for them to be present when Tenrou Island eventually returned. When Fairy Tail disbanded, so too would the Golden Team. I never settled on the others, but Samantha would eventually (after 2 or 3 months) find herself joining Mermaid Heel, where she would train with Kagura to improve her skills, eventually becoming an S Class candidate and Mermaid Heel’s latest S Class Wizard. Some time later, she would partake in the Grand Wizard Games as a representative of Mermaid Heel.

Can you tell what characters I’ve poured the most thought into?

#~~Now if you'll excuse me~~#~~It's late and I have to get up early tomorrow for a long shift tomorrow~~

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atlasifyllm · 1 year

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who's your newest oc?

Tarum (they/he)! Here's a pic of them in a genshin impact pose lol

There's a trio in SUL characters that are infamous for being purple and having bad development issues lmao

- Violae, who I've never been happy with her design (I'd love to give her more Venti Genshin Impact vibes without outright stealing the design yknow? Honestly the best outfit she's ever had Was in fact a Venti costume I drew her in 😭😭)

- Amethyst, who I've never been happy with her personality (She's difficult to pinpoint because purple is very good for SYMBOLISM but very tough for me to pinpoint as an explicit character without making her prideful or too mysterious)

- Aaand Lavender, who I've never been happy with her backstory

Lavender was so interchangable in terms of her role but NOT interchangable in the way I developed her.

In a world that can be separated between huemans and Paladins, it was even difficult to pinpoint WHAT she actually was.

Leading up to her eventual scrapping, I was stuck in my own head trying to find ANY Greek mythology figure that was

1.) Attached to any gods I've deemed a "light god"

2.) Attached to a specific /color/ because Lavender's role needed to be hueman-passing

3.) Would make sense for her being 2000 years old, aka taking place in SUL's... inciting event?

However I couldn't find ANYTHING that would have made sense to help revamp Lavender. The main idea of Lavender would've been that she'd be the Medea to Violetta's Circe, and that she'd have a special connection to Amethyst

So Lavender herself as a character was very :/ because of how uncompelling I found her but her role is pretty ESSENTIAL to SUL anyway; there NEEDS to be a "Guardian of the Paladins", especially with that role being able to connect with how special Amethyst is

At one point I heavily considered making any of the fake Paladins canon, but I didn't use the specific Magenta/Mint/Lime Paladins that they were because

1.) Magenta's a pretty modern color and the Guardian of the Paladins would need to be someone old

2.) ...I don’t like the color green and didn't think it'd fit for the role wifhwkjv

However there was one last ace-card of wiggle room I could do before... idk, begging my beta readers for help with what to do 😭😭

In SUL lore, the line between... well, "Sonic Colors meets End of Evangelion" and "The first era of the modern Paladins, the Era of Conquest" were pretty blurred due to Lavender's existence; she would have been made during the former, but had some lore in the latter

BUT, my ass worldbuilded too much... to my own benefit

Ysee, the Violet Paladin of the Conquest era was originally JUST meant to be a reference to another OC of mine from a different universe, Lux Rainbowflare from ETSS

In SUL, the first modern Violet Paladin is called "Prima" in legends

But what I HADNT considered... Lux has a twin brother. Nox.

See the resemblance to Tarum?

What I realized in terms of ETSS is that... Nox really doesn't have a lot of substance despite being the TWIN BROTHER of the PROTAGONIST, so I decided to use him as a basis for the Guardian of the Paladins because he's simply never been developed before in his own universe, so why not make his SUL counterpart a fix-it fic for him?

So at some point I settled on making the new Guardian of the Paladins a NEW Paladin, like the fake Paladins I linked above; however, they'd be INDIGO colored, so they'd be a quarternary color, which was different and possible enough in the worldbuilding to do because the MAIN Paladins have a strict Primary -> Secondary -> Tertiary color system, so they'd immediately been an outcast but still make sense because Indigo huemans do exist and have a different hue identity from typical Blues and Violets (Nila and Peri J. both consider themselves Indigo souls)

So, using the lore of Prima + the lore of the general Violet Paladin, placing the Guardian of the Paladins in the Era of Conquest rather than strictly Origins era would've fixed one of Lavender’s vices by making them old enough to mentor future Paladins, but young enough to not know anything about the ORIGINAL Paladins

Being a twin to Prima, the first Modern Violet Paladin, would also give the Guardian that connection to the Violet Paladin that is REALLY needed to help benefit Amethyst's character and her arc

So, here's what I came up with:

In the Era of Conquest, the area of future Neocity is torn between Solarians and Lunarans, with huemanity still having a vague memory of ancient humans' war between the Sun and Moon, though not having all the details of this war aside from keeping the prejudice surrounding it

In the Violis Village, the figure later known as Prima in hueman history is the heir to rule. Her family consists of Solarians, but Prima herself resembles a Lunaran due to her albinism, already creating tension in the village.

However, she finds a mysterious energy that turns her into a Paladin. With huemanity having no memory of the humans' mass destruction OR about the heroes who avenged it, Prima realizes through this energy that she must reunite the new simulacra of these "Paladins" into a full rainbow and find out the truth behind their mysterious origins.

However, in accepting her newfound duty as a Paladin, she leaves behind her twin brother... who I'll refer to as Taro. "Baby Tarum", if you will :]

If Prima is a princess to the village, Taro is her knight.

But what's a knight without a purpose?

Prima begins interacting more and more with who she considers fellow Paladins, which Taro accepts at first, but begins to falter as Prima becomes more distant and starts being sympathetic to Lunarans like the Azure Paladin, "Azure Sky".

But this doubt is PERFECT to utilize, according to the three Titans behind the Paladins' constant suffering: Aster, Arke, and [SPOILER]

The details here get fuzzy, but the principle is the same; Taro gets manipulated by either Aster or Arke into turning on his twin sister by defeating the Paladins.

Of course, the Paladins stop him, but Prima doesn't want him dead also maybe he's pretty banged up after trying to fight uhhh 6-7 PALADINS so he might have actually been on the verge of... yknow

So, Prima makes a wish towards Iris, whom she figures out is the creator of the Paladins; make her brother a Paladin too

All of Taro's suffering was due to him being outcasted by the Paladins, but losing his sister to being a Paladin.

Iris learns an important lesson; Paladins shouldn't have hueman siblings. Not only does Paladin-bullshit hurt the Paladins' mental psyche, but also puts innocent huemans in danger, which isn't what Iris wants.

And so, Iris grants that wish; she gathers the power to make ONE more Paladin-creature, an "Indigo Paladin", shifting Taro's purple hue into indigo.

In living life as a Paladin, Taro (Now "Tarum" and going by they/he) is grateful for Prima's wish... and after the first century is over, Iris and Prima entrust them with the Violet Paladins' soul; the mysterious energy Prima absorbed so long ago

Grateful for the opportunity they've been given, Tarum decides to honor their twin sister in every way they can, especially by mentoring the future Paladins he comes across.

Tarum also:

1.) Learns witchcraft and herbal medicine, which were things Prima learned from being a Violet Paladin

2.) Archives as much information about the Paladins and the former guardian (Violetta) as he can, honoring Prima's quest for knowledge and truth during her reign as Violet Paladin

3.) Using their newfound Indigo-Intuition (no, literally. The Indigo Paladin virtue is Intuition) to gain insight into the Paladins; how they work, who they are, what they generally look like, in hopes to help reunite future Paladins together by recognizing which huemans ARE Paladins and how to handle each Paladins' specific personality

4.) Spoiler territory but Tarum also has something to do with Amethyst's lore and arc because of the ways they honor Prima

And so, that brings Tarum to modern era, with the Violis Village developing into Neocity, a bustling urban environment centered around tournament fighting as the SUL universe's equivalent to California's Hollywood/Los Angeles (i,,, did Not know Hollywood is just a neighborhood in LA but uh yeah you get the Vibe)

And for 1900 years of his existence, Tarum has always mentored the Paladins and strove for their safety :] <3 Now, he's entrusted with the 20th generation of Paladins; Ruby's generation!

And anyway, lastly, here's some general info about Tarum to round things off lmao bc all their cool shit will be in SUL's main storyline which I don't talk too much about due to spoilers

- Tarum I swear should be about 1900 years old in terms of his immortality, but biologically he's about 24-25. So, mentally older than Jay and Amethyst lmao

- Yes becoming an Indigo Paladin made him realize they're nonbinary (I definitely wanted to make the Guardian of the Paladins nonbinary so this helps in differentiating him from Nox Rainbowflare, who'll remain a boy) ((emphasis on "boy" bc Nox is 17 at /max/ lol))

- He's aroace! Prima was pan/pan and it took until later for Tarum to find a word for it

- Obviously no voice actors are solid OR involved with SUL right now, but my friend @/ravenwolfie97 suggested Cyno from Genshin Impact as his voice claim. I'd say it fits! :D

- Both Taro and Prima had fire elements, but as a Paladin, Tarum has "Witchfire" as his Paladin-power! The real life equivalent would be St Elmo's Fire or corona discharge

- He also gains a weapon made of light he can summon from their soul! It's specifically a "spetum" :] (you can see it on the character art from above lol)

- As a Paladin, they still need to eat and consider themselves vegan, since Paladins need to absorb light energy from plant material. Their favorite foods are blueberries and taro boba tea... though Paladins can also eat flowers too so their favorite would be baptisias (wild indigo). Funnily enough, they can't eat any green plants, because lime green is their complementary color and complementary colors hurt Paladins lmao

- Their general vibe is "slightly older but head of the pack; he guards and protects the team" and "soft strong protector" (thanks to my buddy 💜 for pinpointing their vibes immediately lmao). Since he was a soldier in the Era of Conquest he does still carry a warrior's drive, this time to protect the Paladins.

- They’re very stoic/resting bitch faced but very softhearted, especially during SUL's modern era where they've had 1900 years to develop healthy coping mechanisms lol

- Tigerlily the 16th is still canon. This means Tarum has had an emotional support orange cat for 16 centuries. He names them all Tigerlily. He's literally an Ancient Roman soldier but he's still enamored with pets.

- He feels incredibly bad about being a dick to Azure 1900 years ago though BQIFHJWJF he tries to be nice to all future blue spectrum Paladins,

- They’re technically the youngest Paladin and the oldest Paladin; biologically older than the rest but chronologically younger than even the Pink Paladin

- When they're not being Guardian, they're Mayor of Neocity! I'm wondering if I should change that title to "Princeps" or "Consul" considering his Ancient Roman origins lol

So yeah, Tarum is my newest OC! They're a revamped version of Lavender’s role but because of how much less restricting his character feels, I'm having a blast imagining their dynamic with the Paladins :]

#atlas speaks;#sul text;#eggmeralda #long post #thank you so much for sending something in ruby #it means a lot 💕#<- those are platonic hearts

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Carl aka Twister the Condor Ref Sheet

Sonic OC Time! This time, we got Twister the Condor!

Twister's a weird example of a semi-OC in that he's a reimagining of an existing character.

In the Archie mini-series Sonic Quest, there's a character named Carl Condor who leads a group of called the High Flying Freedom Fighters (named in Ian Flynn's Archie Sonic blog, according to the Sonic News Network). Robotnik captured Carl and Roboticized into Condorbot, and used him to wipe out his team. A pretty sad fate, but unfortunately, Carl is a very minor character. He only appeared in a single issue, was quickly defeated by Sonic, and neither his organic form or team were ever shown.

That got me thinking, what if Carl was given an Adventures-style revamp? Well, I decided to do just that. --------------------------------------------------------- PROFILE NAME: Carl "Twister" the Condor AGE: 25 BIRTHPLACE: Northamer, Great Desert (Peyote Prairie Zone) HEIGHT: 110 cm (3'6'') ALIGNMENT: Good LIKES: Collecting junk and broken machines and building things out of them, rock and heavy metal music, his friends, Lesath the Scorpion. DISLIKES: Dr. Eggman, His real name (What are you talking about? Twister is awesome! ... Carl? Who the heck is Carl!? That's not me!), his mohawk getting messed up, wasting things or throwing things away.

When most people think of condors and vultures, the image of a grim, sinister scavenger chewing on a rotting carcass in the middle of a scorching desert is usually the first thing that comes to mind. Well, while Carl "Twister" the Condor enjoys his dead lizards, and his edgy, metal music, he's actually one of the nicest birds you could hope to meet in the Great Desert.

Born in the backwater, cactus-riddled sands of Peyote Prairie, much of Twister's early life was spent in the Zone's "Junkburg", a scrapyard shantytown where vultures and other scavenging species lived. Growing up on the fringe of polite society, Twister's family didn't have much beyond love and whatever scraps they could scrounge, and very few people who were willing to help them in times of crisis. As a result, the young condor learned three important lessons that he'd carry with him the rest of his life: To never waste anything, as you may prove useful in the future. To use what he had in clever ways, as imagination can make even the old and worn-out new again. And, to never turn away a stranger in need, as it might be you who needs help one day. As a result, Twister has gone on to earn a reputation as a good Samaritan of the sands; a vagabond traveler helping anyone lost out in the scorching sands, whether it's getting them to back to civilization or just sharing some of his water or food (they usually don't eat it, but it's the thought that counts).

Twister is an accomplished survivalist, at least in deserts and canyons of his home; he knows where to find water, how to stay cool, and, most importantly, how to deal with the various Badniks and outlaws roaming the wastes. His secret is that he's a master jerry-rigging, able to make tools, weapons, and even working (albeit short-lived) vehicles out of scrap parts and junk he collects on his treks. But his greatest asset is his optimistic attitude and charming, gregarious personality, which helps him make friends with the most unlikely people. Unfortunately for Twister, his positivity and skill has yet to get him the one thing he wants most in life: a girlfriend; as most women aren't exactly attracted to someone who loves to eat deep fried lizard and armadillo burgers with red bell peppers and caramelized onions.

But, whether you're looking to become his life partner or just someone to help you get through the scorching sands, Twister the Condor is the bird for you! Just don't call him Carl. If you do, you'll regret it. --------------------------------------------------------- Canon Carl Condor's Wiki Pages:

sonic.fandom.com/wiki/Carl_Con…

archiesonic.fandom.com/wiki/Ca… --------------------------------------------------------- Carl Condor is owned by Sega and Archie, and was originally created by Michael Gallagher.

His reimagining as Twister is owned by me.

Original artwork by TylerBucket.

#sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog #archie sonic #carl condor #twister the condor #windstarosprey #sonic oc male #mobian #bird #condor #vulture #buzzard

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a-myriad-of-stars · 2 years

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Figured it was time for me to officially introduce my girl, Maggie! She was on my artfight line-up this year, but I’ve had her as an OC since 2012. I revamped her storyline a little for the Rise verse, but the beats are mostly the same. The events of her coming to the lair take place some time after the movie, when Leo and Donnie are 16, as she’s the same age.

Maggie is the first creation of Baron Draxum after rebuilding his lab from the Lou Jitsu incident.

As a sort of commission, Big Mama wanted a being capable of shapeshifting to spy on her enemies, but was inherently human in nature to be able to blend into that side of her hotel business without the need of a cloaking brooch.

Baron discovered Maggie while she was walking home from school one day, plucked her up off the street, and started to work, adding in different dna of camouflaging reptiles, amphibians, and cephalopods. The whole ordeal was incredibly traumatizing, so when she was handed over to Big Mama at the age of 11, she was basically a shell of a person, ripe for the programming. After 5 years of being Big Mama’s secret weapon, she’d had enough and broke free into the sewers, where she runs, quite literally, into Leonardo.

Now Maggie had actually known the turtles since she was 7. She’d been passing a park in the village with her mom, and saw a strange green boy in a blue bandana and jersey, trying to build a sand castle. She decided to help him, and they became fast friends. He was devastated when she went missing, and never stopped looking for her. A bit more on their shenaniganery to come.

After some interrogation to make sure she was in fact who she said she was, she moved I to the lair to protect her from Big Mama or anyone else who wished her harm. She becomes quite integral to the crew, becoming the “guy in the chair” while Donnie, goes on missions with his brothers.

Donnie takes a vested interest in her mutations and tries to unravel her genetic makeup to see what besides shape shifting she may be capable of.

She and Mikey share a deep love of art, and paint the lair in swathes of murals and graffiti. They once made a challenge to tag every available surface, and whoever got the most tags won pizza from the other person for a year. Maggie surprisingly won, using her camouflage to her advantage.

She and Raph are sparring buddies. Since she can shapeshift, they can go all out with each other without fear of serious injury. They also share a love of stuffed animals, and share a teddy bear town punch card.

She and Leo become a couple after the events of the movie, but the foundations of their relationship are there from moment one. He shows here every Lou jitsu movie, Jupiter Jim movie, and Disney Movie he can get his hands on, and it comes to be that “Tangled” is her favorite movie of all time. The lanterns scene brings her to tears. Leo decides in that moment that whenever fireworks or lanterns were involved in New York, Maggie HAD to go.

He once dragged the whole family to a rooftop near the Hudson on the Fourth of July, and didn’t tell Maggie why they were there. He put a pair of noise cancelling headphones on her just in time for the fireworks to start, and her eyes lit up brighter than the whole of Manhattan. That was when he realized he loved her, and maybe always had.

When time came that Maggie had been in the lair for several months, the boys decide to build her a room and an art studio in one of the old subway cars. They filled the space with hanging lantern lights, plush bean bag chairs, and a loft bed going between the two luggage racks. She came home to the lair from a pizza run to find the rooms, and could not stop crying and hugging and cheek kissing her friends, lingering a little longer on Leo.

I love my girl so much, and it’s a fantastic sandbox the rise creators have given us.

Edit: made a few changes to coincide with recent news and updated headcanon.

#project Magdalene #Maggie #rottmnt oc #my oc art #my art #digital art #rise donnie #rise leo #rise raph #rise mikey #rise april #rise splinter #rottmnt au

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Honey Haloed Weakness

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: Sometimes second chances come when you least expect them.

Warnings: Bad language, fluff, feels, some sad stuff…character death…mentions of smut but nothing explicit. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader. (Nicknamed Honey). Reader appearance bar eyes is deliberately not described. Moodboard is just for aesthetic purposes

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

A/N: This was originally written for a writing challenge last year, and I meant to revamp/repost it for Bucky’s birthday a few days back but never did. Then the rumours of the title for the first ep of FATWS hit my feed and…well, it reminded me of this.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Main Masterlist

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One bullet. One pull of the trigger. That was all it took. As you watched, the shot flew clean through the shoulder of one hostile, ricocheted off Sam’s shield and then hit a second straight in the hand causing him to drop the knife he had been slashing at Sam with. The three of you stooped, Falcon, The Winter Soldier and you, Silver Shadow. Shield, guns and sparking hands all lowered as you glanced around, the last noises of your fight dying in the air.

“Man did you just shoot two guys with one bullet?” Sam turned to Bucky, his tone laced with shock and awe. “Did it look cool?” Bucky quipped back, an air of nonchalance in his voice, despite the level of surprise he himself felt. James Buchanan Barnes knew he was a good shot. But that…that was something else.

And something that had been down to chance more than anything. Even if he had tried to make that shot, there’s no way of predicting the trajectory of the bullet once it emerged from the guys shoulder or controlling the angle it exited at…

Unless… He turned to look at you. Your hair, splattered with blood and gore from the battle, hung like curtains of scarlet drenched silk round your face, from behind which warm eyes glanced back at him. Your features remained passive, adorned with the same expression you had worn when he had first seen one another in your rundown apartment in Bucharest when Steve had come looking for him post the Vienna bombings.

Sam turned away muttering something about retrieving the Intel they had come for off the hard drives in the main office, and once his back was turned, you caught Bucky’s eyes with your own and blinked as Bucky swallowed. After using your powers, your irises were always ringed with a bright gold, a honey halo. And, as Bucky allowed himself just a second to indulge in the warmth they exuded over him, one slipped onto a sly wink. And then he knew for certain.

“You did it.” He looked at you and you merely stared back remaining passive. He was right, you had. You’d controlled the shot, directing it exactly where it needed to go. And Bucky wasn’t sure whether he felt turned on or slightly emasculated. “Don’t worry.” You said gently as you made your way back to the jet. “I won’t tell Sam, on one condition?” “Yeah? What’s that?” Bucky asked, turning to look at you. “You ask me out for that drink Steve’s been telling me you want to take me for.” And with that you left him standing there, slack jawed as he watched you head up the ramp. **** “So, in a word, you’re still a punk.” Bucky finished recapping the tale later the next morning, leaning back in the comfy chair by the bed Steve lay in. The old man laughed and shook his head. “She’s a devil, I’ll give her that. Mind you, she always was good at playing the cards she was dealt.” A fond smile spread across Steve’s face at the thought of you, his other best friend, the girl he had pulled from that shitty HYDRA base in 2014 when they had been chasing the Sceptre. No one had any idea who you were, what you could do, where you had come from…and that included you. You hadn’t spoken for three days other than to thank him or Natasha for the food and clothes you were given, and Tony for his kindness. And then, on the fourth day, Steve found you in the kitchen at the base, trying to decide on what to make you for lunch, and he won you over with an expertly made grilled cheese. “What’s your name?” He asked softly as you sat chewing.

“I…I don’t know.” You shrugged, your eyes wide as you looked down at your plate. Steve gently reached out, his hand taking yours softly as you looked at him, your eyes flashing that sparkling gold colour.

"Honey, you’re safe now, you know that right?

“Honey…” You said wistfully, “I like that.”

And so it stuck. Where your ability to manipulate metal came from, no one knew. A mutation? Maybe. Human enhancement experiment? Possibly. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact you embraced the responsibility that came with that power. You wanted to help people and, as such, you agreed to stay with the Avengers and they were better for having Silver Shadow as their teammate, and Honey as their friend. Allowing himself another few moments of nostalgia, Steve eventually shook himself free of his memories and, with a sly look turned his head to face Bucky. “In my eyes it’s normally correct to buy a dame a drink before you bump uglies on an African Plain. Yeah, I know exactly what went down between you two that night in Wakanda.” Bucky blinked before he snorted, shaking his head. “Of course she told you…” When the dust settled after the show down in Leipzig, Bucky didn’t see you for almost a year until you came to Wakanda with Steve to be there when they brought him out of Stasis. You were different then, but so was Steve. A year on the run in the shadows had hardened you both. Those warm eyes still flashed gold, yet they carried a darkness that hadn’t been there before.

But they still exuded all the power and warmth of the sun. And Bucky was on fire.

“Can’t sleep either?” He asked as he emerged from the comfortable farmers hut he had been given to live in. You shrugged. “My mind gets a bit busy sometimes. I find the stars help.” He sat down beside you, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Ever wonder what it’s like just to be normal?” You sighed and he snorted, his head turning slowly to look at you as you gazed up at the sky. “What’s normal?” You laughed softly and looked at him, your eyes flashing in the moonlight, turning this time a deep amber speckled with brown. There was a moment, another blink and then your lips were crashing together, tongues fighting for dominance, hands grabbing at whatever they could reach. Under the moonlight, sultry cries and gentle whimpers were shared. Skin slid on skin, hands wandered and explored as together you reclaimed your grasp on humanity, what it was to feel something other than fear and death and anger. And then you had to leave and it was another twelve months since Bucky saw you again, this time on a battle field in Wakanda…with those creatures. Now your eyes were fierce and laced with a reddish gilt, as you tore metal armour limb from limb, wrenched weapons from hands, made sure shots hit their targets, your daggers flying and returning to your hands.

But there was no beating Thanos.

“I can’t control his gauntlet.” Your voice was laced with the desperation you felt, broken as you realised your powers were of no use.

And then Bucky had been snapped.

“Those five years were long.” Steve shook Bucky from his reminiscing. “For all of us. Trying to forgive ourselves for our failure. And it was that inability to do so that saw us figure it out, a way to bring everyone back.”

Bucky looked down. He knew all about that. Seeking redemption, wiping your leger clean. “Don’t keep her waiting another five years.” Steve locked his eyes onto Bucky’s. A plea, a beg.

So he didn’t.

Later that night, Bucky asked you for that drink. And he dated you, bought you flowers, made love to you some nights, fucked you into the mattress on others. You ran missions side by side with Sam, walked and danced in the rain.

A diamond ring was bought, a yes was said

And one bright April day a year later, his honey haloed weakness became his wife.

***** “Where are my keys?” Bucky asked, frowning as he gently closed the drawer to the sideboard. “You know, Honey, I wish you’d stop moving my stuff.” No sooner had he finished, he felt a vibration in his pocket and a moment later he heard the keys in question jangling. He turned with a soft sigh to see them hovering about a foot away from him in the air. You stood at the other side of the room, hand raised lightly as you wriggled her fingers causing them to move higher as you arched an eyebrow. “You owe me an apology, Buckaroo.” “So what’s new?” He chuckled and you smiled as you shrugged on your jacket and walked towards him, whilst he checked you had everything your needed. Even for a simple trip down the road it seemed like you were prepping for a mission, but then again, maybe you were… You made your way out of the Brownstone into the glorious September sun, your hand curled around Bucky’s arm, nestling comfortably in the crook of his elbow, the shiny platinum and diamond of your rings sparkling as they caught the light. Bucky had a knack for steering and making sure everyone moved out of the way, which was why you were happy to let him take the lead. After a short walk, you reached your destination and made your way down the familiar narrow gravel path towards what you were aiming for. Your pace slowed a little here, it was always harder on gravel, you felt like you were sinking almost.

Together you stopped in front of a beautiful headstone made out of white marble upon which a simple inscription was etched in deep, gold writing.

‘Steven Grant Rogers. Much loved husband, father and friend.’ Below the wording sat Steve’s symbol. His shield, the star surrounded by rings, along with a simple phrase to remind everyone exactly who the stone commemorated. ‘Captain America is hope, he’s freedom, he’s just a kid from Brooklyn’ Bucky’s metal hand gently ran across the top of the headstone and you smiled softly at him, before a noise drew your attention back to exactly why you had come here today specifically. Smiling at one another, Bucky turned and gently lifted his four day old baby boy from sling around your chest as you watched, reaching up to smooth a finger down the baby’s soft, rosy cheek. Steve had been so excited when you had both told him you were pregnant. But you had all known deep down that Steve’s time was coming to an end. The serum wasn’t repairing what was happening to him anymore, and hadn’t been for a while. Steve had noticed its effects had been dwindling for almost thirty years by that point and he was ready to go, to be with Peggy who had left him some ten years previously. All of you had hoped he would live long enough to meet Baby Barnes, but things never do work out the way you want them to, and Steve had passed quietly surrounded by his friends and family some six weeks before your baby boy bad been born. Bucky had made a vow, a promise to himself that his son would understand exactly who his Uncle Stevie was. Not Captain America, but that little kid from Brooklyn who was always too dumb to run away from a fight. “Had to bring him to meet you one way or another.” Bucky said gently, looking from his son’s face to the stone with a soft smile before he crouched down in front of it. He took a moment, the words he was trying to form sticking in his throat as pure emotion washed over him. He felt grief, he felt loss, but also joy at the fact he was a new father and an overwhelming sense of gratitude and serenity that he had found his salvation, his second chance.

And it was draining to feel it all at once. You stepped forward, softly squeezing his shoulder before you crouched by his side, gently wiping the tears from your own face as Bucky finally found his voice again. “Yeah, it was a him, so I got to pick the name.” Besides him you chuckled. “I can still see your face, Stevie, when we told you about that deal. Girl I picked, boy he picked.” Watery blue eyes that still had that sparkle widened as Steve looked at you both, horror on his face as he shook his head on disbelief. “What? You can’t do that…I mean it needs to be a joint decision, no matter what the gender…surely?” In the end, Steve had been right. Whilst Bucky had suggested the first name for your little boy, he had struggled with a middle one and it had been you who had quietly suggested one as Bucky stood in the hospital room, gently rocking his new-born baby in his arms. Both of you had welled up with tears at the simplicity and the poignancy, and the utter love you both felt that your son would help keep the memory of your friend, your brother, your Captain, alive. “Punk,” Bucky gently shifted the baby in his arms so he was facing the stone. “Say hello to Steven Roger Barnes” His son. His beautiful son. A life created because two people fell in love.

Because James Buchanan Barnes had a Honey haloed weakness.

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