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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: some fluff and more angst.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 19

Bruce’s POV

Bruce spent the early day at the cave with Y/b/n as they both argued back and forth about how they each felt about Y/n. Y/b/n saw Y/n as the criminal and Bruce of course didn’t see it that way.. instead he told Y/b/n that he was the criminal, and that didn’t make the situation any more better.

“Could you just shut up already!! You’re clearly not going to win Bruce, because it’s my fucking opinion!!”

“Well your opinion is invalid because you’re full of lies!! Only if you really knew-“

“Knew what? That you’re sleeping with a god damn coward-“

“JASON TODD!!!!”

Alfred shouted as he stood between the two for he saw that Bruce was more than ready to lunge himself at Y/b/n. And Alfred called him Jason Todd because he knew Y/b/n wouldn’t listen to him any other way, because he was still struggling with his identity. Bruce slammed his fists on his desk in anger and took his keys growling,

“If we mean nothing to you.. then I don’t want to see you here by the time I come back. Maybe then you’ll learn and fix your issues.”

“Bruce please don’t be like this-“

“Why don’t you tell that to him Alfred! I’m not negotiating with either of you.. especially if he’s going to be like that towards me over Y/n.”

And with that he left in his Corvette before Alfred and Y/b/n could add or say another word.

Y/b/n’s POV

Y/b/n hopped off the cot with a defeated look and told Alfred,

“You heard the guy.. I have to go, so I’m leaving.”

It hurt Alfreds heart to hear Y/b/n saying such, he didn’t want him to leave, but he had to respect Bruce’s wishes regardless.

Alfred then asked in a caring manner,

“Do you have a place to stay?”

Y/b/n shook his head as he lied,

“yeah I have my own place.. don’t worry about me... thanks for helping me out.. and being the only one with some kind of two senses.. oh and tell Bruce to f-“

“I will certainly not young man... but I can understand why you’d like me too.. you know where I am.. when you’re ready to come back.”

Y/b/n let out a breathy chuckle as he said,

“That is if Bruce will ever take me back.. but as I said, I’ll be fine. I have some things to take care of on my own anyways.”

Alfred could hear the darkness in the last sentence Y/b/n said, which only made him say,

“Don’t kill anyone Jason... I mean it.”

“I can’t promise anything.. but, I’ll keep your advice in mind... and I’m taking my bike back.”

“Go right ahead.”

Y/b/n got on the bike Y/n had first stolen from him, Alfred walked up to him as he handed him a watch,

“Here... you might need this.”

Y/b/n took it with confusion written on his features as he asked,

“A watch? OGC has a huge clock that I see everyday.”

Alfred could tell that Y/b/n had forgotten that they both had made that tracker watch together, so he didn’t tell him the truth about it,

“J-Just.. take it please. And be safe out there.”

“I will Alfred.”

Soon Y/b/n was out of sight and Alfred ascended the stairs with more sadness in his heart, but he felt a little peace to know that the watch he had given him had a live tracker, letting him know where Y/b/n’s whereabouts were and how his vitals were, the watch connected to the vein on his wrist that led straight to his heart.

‘At least I’ll know your location my boy.. you can’t run away from me forever son.. I can’t lose you again.. now.. I need to find Bruce and see where Y/n is.’

Bruce’s POV

Bruce drove to the boy’s shelter to go see Danny, first to work on the adoption process and he knew Danny would help his anger go down and make him feel somewhat better. The anger was still boiling in his skin, but he wanted to calm down for when Y/n came home, he couldn’t show anger or tell her about what had happened because she still doesn’t know that Y/b/n is alive and is the RedHood, and how he doesn’t remember what she is to him but also how he hates her to the core.

Soon Bruce was inside and Danny came running to him,

“Mr.B!!”

He ran up to Bruce and hugged his legs tightly, instantly melting Bruce’s heart and bringing him the calamity he needed.

“hey little man-“

Bruce ruffled his hair playfully and reached out his hand,

“come on.. can I steal you for a minute.. I-I want to talk to you.”

Danny blinked his puppy eyes at Bruce as he shook his head happily,

“yeah! Say.. Where’s Miss Y/n?”

“She’ll come another day.. but for now let’s go outside and talk.”

“Ok!!”

Bruce was new to trying and helping a kid around with making sure he had the appropriate clothing for going outside when it was freezing, but once done and satisfied with Danny’s clothing choice for the outdoors, Bruce walked outside with Danny’s little hand holding his big hand tightly. Bruce’s height made Danny look so tiny next to him as he led him to a small bench that was around the corner of the building. After sitting down Danny crawled next to Bruce but kept a distance in case Bruce didn’t want to be close, Bruce saw these actions and instead wrapped his arm around Danny tugging him closer and wrapping his long coat around him to keep him warmer. He then began to explain in the best way he could that he was thinking about adopting Danny, and asked him how he felt about it.

“Really? I’d be able to come and live with you?”

“Of course, in the meanwhile as I sort out the paperwork we’ll be setting up your room all there where I live.”

Danny turned around and threw his little arms around Bruce’s neck as he cheered,

“This is going to be great! At least I’ll be around someone I know.. Josh was adopted into a family of circus people called the Grants? No, the Graysons!! Yeah the Graysons.. but, I’ll be happy there with you, because I’ll be able to see Miss Y/n everyday right?”

“Yes, Everyday.”

Bruce could tell that Danny was excited about everything,

‘Kid deserves a family... just because I couldn’t have one.. or keep one... it’s doesn’t mean that he can’t. I’d never thought a kid would make me a softie as Y/n likes to say.. I miss my love.. I think I should go home and she if she’s there already.’

Bruce and Danny finally went back inside after wrestling with each other in the snow for at least 30 minutes, but only because Danny asked nicely with this irresistible puppy eyes. Plus Bruce felt good and happy as he saw that Danny trusted him wholly no matter what. He made sure to tell the workers he had there about his plans for adopting Danny. At hearing the news they were very happy and they helped him start the process. Bruce then made sure Danny ate his dinner well, and left after tucking Danny to bed just like Y/n had told him too. He drove home and was soon walking through the door to see Y/n undoing her shoes. She had just arrived home a few minutes before him.

Y/n’s POV

Y/n saw Bruce walk in with his dark black suit covered with snow and his hair as well was disheveled and was everywhere. His cheeks were a bright pink and you could tell he was freezing by the way his hands were shaking a little and you could hear the soft chattering of his teeth. She let out a warm welcome by giggling,

“Hi.. um.. What happened to you? Where were you?”

That’s when she saw the proud smile form on his face as he said,

“I started on the paperwork for Danny’s adoption process... he’s pretty excited.”

Y/n remembered the letter she had left Bruce asking him to move on with the adoption process on his own, and it truly made her happy to see that Bruce did just that. At first she was worried that he still wasn’t too sure about what she wanted, but seeing him do it on his own without bargaining, was a good sign, he must of really wanted it too.

“oh! That’s great Bruce! Can’t wait until it’s all through. Thank you.”

“hm hmm.”

Bruce walked up to her grabbing her face gently and placing a kiss on her forehead, he pulled away and asked her calmly but with a hint of concern in his voice,

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

She sent him a confused look and said,

“I don’t.. I don’t think so.”

He cocked his brow and pressed,

“you sure baby? Because Gordon’s concerned for you-“

‘Oh! Shoot.. yeah about that.’

“oh yes.. Umm... that’s a whole other story that’s going to lead to a bunch of things that you might not like once I’m done telling you everything.”

“What happened at Arkham, Y/n?”

‘Shit that was direct... ok.. I can do this.. breathe.’

Bruce’s POV

Bruce could sense she was nervous to tell when she started to fiddle with her fingers and not keep her eyes on his. He reached out and grabbed her hand led her to the living room, a place that hadn’t been in in a while. But when they walked in the bright Christmas tree caught Bruce off guard as Y/n took in a soft gasp.

“oh my... you guys got a.. a Christmas tree?”

Bruce’s heart warmed at seeing the tree standing proudly in the middle of the large window,

‘Only Alfred could make this tree look more majestic.. gosh I forgot what this was like.. the happiness it brought.. even though it’s just a tree... but it resembles more I guess.’

Bruce watched Y/n walk up to the tree and place her hand on the red ornament, it looked so small in her hands as it shined brightly. She looked up to the top and saw the empty spot where the star should be, she then mentioned the missing star in a soft whisper,

“there’s no star..”

Bruce stayed silent as he collected the star from the side table holding it up behind Y/n.

“Bruce?”

at hearing his silence she turned around to see his arm stretched out with the shining gold star placed in his large calloused hand. She grabbed it carefully to not drop it as he said lovingly,

“Just as the star was the missing piece to the top of this tree.. so were you.. you were the missing piece of my life.. and now you stand on top of my world.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes and she went into his arms so he could lift her up by the waist to place the star on top, she adjusted it perfectly straight. Signaling Bruce that she was done, he put her down gently and turned her around to hug her tightly. Her head was buried deep into his chest, taking in his scent and coming to terms with herself, that it was time to say the truth. But just as she was about to speak, she got a call,

RIIIIIIIING

She took her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen, it was Gordon.

She apoplectically looked at Bruce as she said,

“I’m sorry I have to take this.”

He let her go as he replied assuringly,

“go ahead.. um.. but just know that I’m here if you need to talk.. about anything. Alfred always told me that If we have something going on inside, it’s best to talk it out with someone before it eats us up you know?”

She was happy to see his progress in getting to learn how to use that advice, she had seen him more open and vulnerable with her, but now it was her turn to do such, she pecked his cheek as she replied,

“I understand, thank you baby.. now I need to go, I’ll catch you later.”

“Be safe Y/n, I love you.”

“I love you more... are you going out tonight?”

“Yes.. but if you make it home before I do just go to bed, don’t stay up.”

“I’ll try.”

She winked at him and answered the call after it rang for the 3rd time.

“Gordon.”

“Y/n! Jesus Christ pick up the damn phone-“

“I was in the restroom, Jeezz! Anyways.. What’s up?”

“You’re gonna hate me but I need you here now.”

“I was just at work-“

“I know but.. we got some serious shit.. that links to what we’ve worked with in the past.. and I think it links to Stewart’s case.”

“God damn I thought we were over this.. I’m on my way.”

“Good, make it quick and wear something acceptable for this weather.. we’re going to a crime scene I’m texting you the address this second.”

“Alright see you there.”

Y/n hung up and sighed looking at Bruce as she said,

“I’m leaving, I got to go to a crime scene.. stick around if you can.. in- in case something goes down yeah?”

He heard the worry in her tone on the last part and confirmed he’d be there,

“I’ll be there.. now go before you get another yelling.”

He sent her a playful smile before she smacked him playfully on the shoulder and went to grab her thick jacket while wearing Bruce’s hoodie under. Soon she was out the door on her bike, though Bruce begged her to take the car but she refused, saying the bike was easier to get on and faster too. He watched her leave after she gave him a promising kiss.

Mackenzie’s POV

Mackenzie entered his office in an angry mood and sat at his desk with a huff, earlier that day he had lost a bet which made him lose a lot of money. He had to get more money for the next buying and selling he was going to do, he tried to avoid this next choice he was about to make, but his desperation for money and more drops, got the best of him,

‘Looks like I’m going to need to cash this suckers check.. hmm.. let’s see.. damn.. $20 million dollars? Well how rich was Y/f/n?! Well.. who cares anyway, the money is mine and Y/n doesn’t even know it.’

He went to open his file cabinet and upon seeing the files there he realized a couple were missing.

‘What the hell... where are the reports Y/f/n put down.. why aren’t they here.. a-and his photos.. SHIT WHO TOOK MY STUFF!!’

“OFFICER WALKER!!”

Mackenzie shouted through his office walls bringing his fellow helper Officer Walker inside with a confused look on his face,

“What’s the matter Chief-“

“WHO WAS IN MY OFFICE LAST?!”

Mackenzie’s face turned red with fury as he barked his question, making Walker stutter his response,

“U-Uh, well sir.. the last one you- well the last one you lent your keys to was LT Gordon.”

Mackenzie stood up in a breath as he shouted,

“No! It can’t be him.. Gordon is dense as hell and wouldn’t go through my stuff!!”

“Well then what are you trying to oppose?”

Mackenzie grabbed Y/f/n’s file from the cabinet and slammed it on his desk,

“I think Y/n Y/l/n made her way inside my office and is taking pieces of this evidence to pursue her fathers case. The case I told you about remember?”

Walker nodded his head fervently,

“Yeah yeah I remember... so this crazy chic is his daughter?”

“Yup.. and if Y/f/n was unstoppable.. so is she.. then only thing that stopped Y/f/n was when we ambushed him with flames up his ass.. my only trouble is that nothing stops this girl.. she doesn’t stop.. but that changes tonight.”

Mackenzie shoved the file back in the cabinet before slamming it shut and marching out of his office with Walker being dragged behind him as he grasped his arm tightly. Walker tried to keep up with Mackenzie as he asked,

“Where are we going?”

“To the Iceberg Lounge first and in the mean while you are going to track her down for me.”

“What do you plan on doing Chief?”

“Oh you’ll see.. just watch and learn how much power I have over her and this city Walker.”

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no-52 · 2 years

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hello, it’s me. I’ve thought about you for a long, long time… time for my 3 year update… Every once in a while I just think about tumblr and get extremely sentimental. Made so many friends on here and one day we just all decided to never speak again, I guess. My account got hacked and I lost a lot of followers because of it. Oh well, hope they’re fine. I no longer live in Nashville. I still am working with the artist that I was referring to in my previous post (Penny Lame, pictured here), except now we’ve been in a deeply committed relationship for a year and a half, and we live in Los Angeles with our dog (made a goofy video with him that accidentally went viral in China, Koda, and our cat, Joni. I love Gracen dearly and she apparently loves me.

I kept making music videos for all these years. After surviving COVID, I took a step back from that. It was the same situation where I felt like I wasn’t making what I need to make for my soul. I was getting lazy and pumping out thoughtless drivel and wasn’t happy with it. Last one I made was in November of last year. I liked that one a great deal. I got a job, instead, making videos for a tech company. I hate this job with every bone in my body, but it sure is nice not being a freelancer anymore. I’m saving up money to make a short film that I think is going to change my life. It’s hard to save much of anything right now though. Have a lot of debt hanging over me and California is expensive. I don’t get paid nearly as much as I was led to believe I was going to make, but I like the guys I work with.

I drive a motorcycle now. Bought as a pile of scrap and fixed it up to be my dream motorcycle from when I saw it on this very website when I was 13. A yellow 1973 Honda CB500. It’s pictured here, on a road trip to Utah that ended with my bike on fire and me stranded in the most nothing town in America (think Radiator Springs from Cars, that’s exactly it, mechanic that helped me was even named Doc) for 5 days, truly a life changing experience.

I also recently bought a 1983 Porsche 944 to learn how to work on cars. It broke down the second day I had it and it’s been a 4 month struggle trying to get it to run again. Wish me luck there.

As of right now, I don’t feel especially happy, nor do I feel an immense sense of sadness. I feel like I’m on the cusp of something really good happening to me, and I’m just in an awkward waiting period. California has been hard. I’ve lived here for 2 years now. I’ve been mugged (but you should see the other guys), hit by 2 cars, then COVID started and my car was stolen, tires on motorcycle blew out while I was riding, and I am exhausted. I’m treading water as hard as I possibly can, trying to stay afloat. I think everything will turn out alright. Sometimes it does. I can’t wait for my next 3 year update. If I remember, maybe we’ll go for a yearly post.

Godspeed.

#update

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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My poor James had their bike stolen. It sucks. But our beautiful community is coming together and raising money. Because James is so incredibly loved. And they are not dealing with it well that people are putting money towards them. But people want to help. And this is a tangible way to do that.

The rest of the day was just a little busy. I slept better. And felt good when I woke up. I felt very cute. My hair was a little dry but when I got home I would fix that and feel very nice.

It was a relatively chill day at the museum. Though there were a lot of tours happening at once. Including an overlap that was a little confusing.

But we would sort it out. I lead the first tour and it was a pretty excellent one. It was a highschool group and this one was so lovely. Good questions. Only mild chattiness. Smaller groups of goofiness. But a good tour.

The second tour I was watching Aubrey and had some feedback from when Gaby watched her during the first go around. But she kept saying that Jessica said she could do it the way she was doing it. But like. We're telling you you misunderstood. So that was a whole thing. I would come along for the first three rooms and then lead the last one. So that was good.

I also got to meet a local news celeb and show him how the acorn press worked and he complimented my tattoos and that was just really neat.

I was supposed to stay and give James a lunch break. But I completely forgot and didn't remember under I got all the way home when James texted me. They were laughing but I felt like a huge jerk. But I was so determined to get home and close my eyes that I just wasn't thinking.

When I got back here James also sent me the files for the news clips. So that was exciting for me. I was nervous to see the third clip but I don't seem as nervous or confused as I felt. So that felt nice. Like it was real.

I would change and moisturize my hair and lay down. I slept for a long time. But waking up was a shock.

I woke up at 4 to multiple texts from James that their bike got stolen. They had stopped to get a snack and someone snatched their bike right inside the royal farms across the street from work. This is a really expensive bike. And I felt horrible. I felt like I was partially responsible because they didn't get the lunch break so they stopped there. And then they wouldn't let me come get them.

So I did the only thing I could and made a GoFundMe. And it's already gotten a bunch of donations because James is so incredibly loved. But man. I was upset.

And then I had to leave basically as soon as they got home. They walked the whole way and I was able to hug them but then I just had to go.

I drove to the museum and was upset but tried to just focus on work. But not a lot of people came and hung out with me. I did end up having one absolutely lovely couple who chatted with me for almost the whole hour. The woman is doing research on oysters shucking in the gulf coast. And it was so nice taking to them. They were just so excited about the musuem and I love that. Made my night a lot better.

I left a little early. I was anxious to get home. James hadn't been texting me and I was like very stressed about James being home and sad.

They were doing their podcast though. So at least they were hanging out with friends. They were sad but it was something.

After they finished recording I would tell them about the GoFundMe. And they weren't thrilled but all of their friends are glad they can help. So I am not sorry I did it without asking. And we would sit down and file an insurance claim. Because it didn't happen at home I don't know if it will help but it's something.

I would do a little closer organizing. And take a shower. And now we are in bed. I have my workshop tomorrow. I hope it goes well. We also might go see a show. But we will see how the day unfolds.

I hope you all have a great night. Send good thoughts to James. Goodnight everyone.

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hyunpic · 3 years

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Saw this floating around and thought it’d be funny to do : Assign your moots with a fanfiction trope and a member?

i read fanfics now and then but tbh im not sure what the tropes are so im going to just give scenarios to these people. there’s so many people i would like to do this to but i just can’t think of anything else right now lmao. also pls don’t take this seriously 😭😭😂 edit: I added rest of the members and tagged few more people because this was fun

@jiminswn @flipthatjacketjiminie you and jimin are decorating the christmas tree and suddenly jimin grabs you by your waist. you think he is lifting you to put up the star on the top but instead he throws you to the couch and you see him lifting up jungkook instead to put up the star. you just accept your faith to be the third wheel while you pass out because you hit your head

@kimchitae @taemaknae @taesjpg @flowerkth someone has been blowing up your phone with snapchats of their toes and you have found out it’s your classmate taehyung. it’s getting really annoying to you since the pictures aren’t even that good quality. you confront him in your next class about it. he tolds you off and you get flustered - you didn’t expect it. you promise him you would send him feet pics in return.

@r-m @flytomyjoon @himbojoon you are on a walk and it’s very sunny day. someone’s dog runs to you and before you even notice it pees on your shoes. you are frustrated. but that’s not all. you don’t have the time to get away when someone drives towards you with a bike and hits you. its namjoon who had just lost his dog. he thinks you have stolen his dog and yells at you. you are now enemies. turns out namjoon is your new neighbor... what will happen is you fall in love with him eventually but then you become enemies again because his dog keeps peeing on you.

@yoongistics @vjimin @daechwitamv you wake up and look around. you are not in your room. what is this place? you think to yourself. you start to panic but suddenly a person appears from the dark. it’s yoongi. he tells you you can’t leave. he has kidnapped you, you realize. but what is the motive? you are just a simple tangerine farmer. surely no one would want anything from you. yoongi then tells you to hand over the tangerine farm or else you die. you just can’t do anything else than obey him.

@seonghw-a you are engaged to wooyoung. you are planning your wedding with him and his best friend san who is also his best man. the wedding day comes and you start to walk down the aisle. someone opens the church doors. “STOP THIS NONSENSE NOW” it’s san yelling from the doors. everyone’s shocked. turns out san can’t accept you and woo getting married. he then runs and takes wooyoung with him. you never hear from them again 💔

@jeongookie @blueandgrcy you are at the gym. you thought to yourself the hot girl summer is coming up so why not try some working out stuff. you spot someone with a sleeve of tattoos and dark hair - that’s jungkook. he takes your breath away when he flashes you a smile. the weight you were lifting drops on you and and the last thing you remember is the hot guy coming to you being worried. you wake up at the hospital from coma. “wow was all of that a dream” it wasn’t - you notice the same person is next you and he looks so beautiful your heart stops.... tragic love story that never got to properly start

@jinsmin @jintae @sukunass you and your boyfriend jin had been dating for a while but never done anything more than kissing. one day you start to get morning sickness, it worries you. surely you can’t be..... pregnant? you take the test and it’s positive. how could this be? you thought to yourself. you hadn’t cheated on him either. you tell the news to jin. he isn’t surprised and he confesses to you “i am the son of god.... jinsus”

@hobeah @bisexualhobi you were sad all the time... you just couldn’t see the bright colors in your life anymore. until one day you saw an advertisement from a guy called j-hope. “have you lost your hope? don’t worry come to the hope world” you thought to yourself what’s there to loose so you went. you met the owner j-hope and started your sessions with him. the mantra he used was simple “i am your hope, your my hope, im j-hope” and before you noticed... he brainwashed you. only thing in your life that mattered was that he was your hope and you would do anything to make all the people in the world to join you so you two could make the whole world to be the hope world. it was better that way... the world should be ruled by this man with you on his side

#anons #long post

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nc7dr3am · 3 years

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IF LILY DATED...

HI this is a long post. the idea for this was inspired by my favorite @delicatejisung who also has an nct dream oc that you MUST follow. also i know the edit sucks. also also i write very light nsfw stuff in this. like mentions but no smut cuz i don’t do that. HOWEVER there are no nsfw mentions w jisung. ik teens do whatever and lily is only a year older than him but 1.) i will not do that because he is still a minor and 2.) they just aren’t like that together. they don’t need it

THIS IS ALL HYPOTHETICAL NONE OF IT IS OFFICIALLY CANON. lmk which ones sound cute cuz even tho it’s not gonna happen .. lilno and chenlil might have stolen my heart

mark:

you can bet they’d be so completely in love with each other

very sweet, very romantic

“baby” “babe”

in front of the camera they’re normal, the same amount of affection as usual, oftentimes less

lily, when mark is talking or being unintentionally attractive: *bites bottom lip, looks up a little, seems like she’s trying not to smile*

he does his rap in mfal to her randomly and it’s cringey and funny but he does it to make her smile because he knows it’s her fav title track

when she sings he smiles so wide because in his opinion. there is no sound more beautiful than her voice

they talk to each other so well. like. they can sit for HOURS just talking and it never gets old to them

writes genuine love letters to her but will cringe and hate himself if he gives them to her until she gets teary and smiles

her basically giving him book reports about the books she reads and he literally falls more in love with her when she’s screaming about the novels because she is so PASSIONATE

her falling asleep in the practice rooms or studio late at night because she INSISTS on staying with him

and when he kisses her he likes to tilt her chin up with his hand of holds both sides of her face

hyuck taking credit for the whole relationship

she has a collage of polaroids of them, of him (including some of the ones from qtah) that are separate from her other photos of friends (she has a lot)

mark has a few polaroids of her that he keeps by his bed and he always smiles when he sees them

HE 10000% WRITES SONGS FOR HER AND SHOWS HER BUT HES REALLY NONCHALANT ABOUT IT

she never calls him oppa (even a bit before they start dating tbh)

when she has to do sexy performances or just acts sexy you will 100% find mark at his most awkward

they will have fun doing ANYTHING they’ll be happy through anything if they’re together

they could go through five watermelons in a day

konglish all the time. and getting excited/thinking something is funny and jumping and screaming

“can i have your netflix password, lils?” “mark you’re literally richer than me and still use all of my accounts”

her getting embarrassed by him and giggling

she will continue her campaign to get mark to play spiderman

lazy days making music, him watching her cook, binge watching american reality shows she likes, and literally just days where theyfe in bed and make out and talk and make out

shopping trips all the time

they love to do activities together. like, they’ll go places and try new things

she’s desperate to visit his home and his family

and they have their ideal life planned. like. if they weren’t idols they’d get an apartment together. they wanna have some pets together. they have trips they’d like to go on together

they grew up together, they’ve loved each other for years, they’ve been pillars of support

but as much as they’ve loved each other they grew to be IN love with each other

but teased by every unit especially 127. wbk.

they’re more.. private than the others. they’re alone together a lot and don’t overdo it in front of the others

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

ummm so like. vanilla for the most part even tho lily is a bit more ✨wild✨

oh um. ass grabs. when they’re alone but. constantly

when they get comfy with each other (read: when mark finds confidence and is comfy) he will always have his hands on her ass

even just resting there

mirror selfies with his hand on her ass

if he can’t touch her ass, it’s always a hand on her thigh

very affection when alone together, moderate when they’re with others

he likes to lay on her stomach and she loves when he lays on her shirtless

so many days where they just lay in bed together, tangled in lily’s blankets, music playing in the background, lazy makeout sessions... need i go on? CUTE SHIT

mark isn’t great at expressing his emotions publicly, and they hold so much of their relationship just between them. they both always know how much they love each other

renjun:

so they’re SOFT

song covers together

she tries to learn mandarin but. she ends up getting frustrated that she can’t get it and renjun kisses it better

he tells her the wrong words in mandarin a lot and it has fucked her over a lot, especially in lives

“oppa, how do you say ‘i bought that shirt for renjun?’”

*in mandarin* “i am in love with renjun”

they’d be a bit more obvious about their feelings, a bit more touchy

when they confess, they’re together right away, no questions asked. they literally need each other

sleepovers every night and they’re generally really cozy

lily reading, renjun drawing, a movie playing on her laptop that they aren’t paying too much attention to

renjun has specific articles of clothing he puts aside in his closet because he KNOWS she’s gonna take those specific ones

he is very into giving her flowers and little gifts

shes asked him to give her mf art lessons LMAO

ended with them covering each other in paint and making a MESS

they’re silly together, they’re the couple who knows how to cook but starts playing with the ingredients and makes a mess

they leave sticky notes for each other everywhere

lily jumping into his arms

constant pecks on the lips. the dreamies are sick of it. so sick of it.

deep talks late at night

lily being funny and having a box of his stuff in her room even though they live in the same place

nomin threatening renjun

but then lily fourth wheeling with them all

somehow they become even more of a savage duo

when they make eye contact while performing they’ll make faces at each other

he turns the koala joke into her pet name

so he calls her koala and she calls him a pain in her ass

SOFT KISSES he always cups one side of her face

he braids her hair a lot or does cute little styles

lots of cafe dates

will KILL any of the others if they wake her up when she’s sleeping

the type of romance that’s sappy but also they can most definitely roast each other

she likes to wrestle him LMAOO

the way they’re basically chenji’s babysitters is SO FUNNY it started to happen a lot right after they got together

they want to adopt a puppy and name him moomin

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

okay so it’s kinda.. more hesitant and sometimes she takes the lead more than he does

their make out sessions are more heated but don’t always lead to something

like the way it’s going youd THINK it’d be something, but then they just decide to watch a movie and go to bed

he really likes her neck and collarbones but can’t do much to her neck because yknow they’re idols

there’s almost no insecurity in their relationship

it’s very relaxed and loving, and everyone around them can see and feel the love

jeno:

a bit unexpected

a ✨whirlwind romance✨

lilno? more like lilmino because jaemin is always there

a part of her was genuinely sad that she broke up nomin and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy

torn between her love for him and letting him go if jaemin confessed

they can be a bit more obvious in front of fans than the others, because for some reason there isn’t much suspicion there

in front of czennies he lowkey flexes and picks her up over his shoulder a lot, has his arm around her a lot, and they wink at each other from across the set

he holds her waist a lot, and he’s super protective

but also the !! softness !!

have literally been walked in on several times of them just peppering each other with kisses and laughing and its literally lowkey a movie romance

working out together

practicing dances together

the type of guy to literally ignore everything she’s saying because her beauty distracted him

she hits him on the arm for that

passionate kisses

there have been too many times where the others walk in the kitchen and lily is sitting on the kitchen counter with her arms around jeno’s neck as they’re just making out

they’re the couple that’s yelled at by the dreamies the most because sometimes they need to chill out

LMAO THEYRE LIKE THE HORMONAL HIGH SCHOOL COUPLE

and like they love each other deeply and fully, it’s not high school in that regard

but they giggle too much and are kinda all over each other sometimes

they use pet names just a BIT too much

the older guys are a bit more protective of her with him than they would be with any of her other options

cuz while they’re softies

they escalate their relationship super quick

and it’s RIGHT for them

but the hyungs are protective

jeno surprisingly isn’t that jealous because if he could actually get lily

he knows neither of them are going anywhere

him constantly telling her how beautiful she is

her encouraging him and telling him he’s so talented and more than he thinks he is

when they ride the tandem bikes (i think that’s what they’re called? the bikes with two people?) it’s just jeno pedaling

OH and when they make eye contact during stages it only enhances their stage presence because they both wanna look sexy for their boo

jeno is rooting for lily solo because he knows she deserves it

super sweet and wholesome and they make each other smile so WIDE

she pops his zits for him LMAO

cuddles for DAYS and jeno’s fav thing is when she falls asleep in his arms

touches his muscles all the time

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

they make out so much OMG

a bit wilder than she would be with others

she loves to run her hand down his abs

when she does that or touches his biceps it lowkey turns him on

jeno is a bit more reserved than the others at times, but with lily he feels utterly HIMSELF

he doesn’t feel like the jeno who is just a hot rapper. he feels more than that with her

they bring the light out in each other

hyuck:

another unexpected pair but a lot more expected than jeno/lily would be

they’re both literal sunshine and they would be such a beautiful couple

lily aka the only human alive to fluster hyuck

and even THAT doesn’t happen very often

hyuck’s lap = lily’s seat

SO touchy and affectionate but not in the way lily/jeno would be

it’s like constant hand holding, hugging, sitting on each other, leaning on each other, stars in there mf EYES

while they still tease each other and mess around

i have a very specific image in mind of them waking up together, hyuck leaning over her, the biggest smiles on their faces, and then kissing each other

and lily’s just like “hi” with the cutest smile, and then he says it back with the same smile

it might surprise you but hyuck POSSESSIVE

will gatekeep her and not let anyone hug her

always calls her his girlfriend in front of the members

he stands behind her with an arm around the middle of her torso a lot and she’s just absentmindedly playing with his fingers

only a tiny, lil bit obvious in front of czennies because they’re both so affectionate?? and before they dated lily would call him the love of her life?? and keep her face close to his?? this is NORMAL for them

but one of the biggest clues is hyuck being physically unable to not stare at her lips sometimes

they read each other’s tarot nearly every day HAHAH

very romantic as well

she sings him “you are my sunshine” all the time, just stroking his face and staring at him with all of the love in the world

like i said, they still tease the fuck outta each other and roast each other and are at each other’s throats but then they can flip INSTANTLY

he kisses her knuckles and traces her face

he games and she’s falling asleep on his lap

127 squad doesn’t like when they’re being forward because haechannie is the maknae

she loves life cuz more hyuck = more taeil

he will move mountains to make her laugh or see her smile

he’s begging sm for a sexy dance break with the two of them

she’s obsessed with how gorgeous his skin is

the type of boyfriend that notices the tiny little things

he’ll do things/get things for her just because he thought of her or remembered something she said

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

another one that’s a bit wilder

theyre not shy LMAO

steamy intense makeouts like

how is he so good? lily is very satisfied

overall they’re such a fun beautiful HAPPY couple

theyre both so loving and wonderful and there is not one single doubt in anyone’s mind that they love each other fully

jaemin:

literally impossible in any universe

chenle:

lily and chenle have always been two sides of the same coin and he had been waiting for so long

the SMILES

the most beautiful happy smiles at each other ALWAYS because how did they get so lucky?

they were each other’s first proper kiss (canonically, as well)

it’s perfect because they’re best friends and always have been

nothing much changes except the affection and little things because they’re both still best friends

jisung being on all of their dates

he always buys her expensive shit and she hates it so much

she puts on lipstick JUST to kiss his cheek

jisung has walked in on them vibing, on them making out, and yeah he’s sick of it and so happy he only saw them kissing

always sleeping in the same room (usually at his place 👀) but theyre a huge mess when they sleep at night and someone ends up hitting the other because chenle moves too much for her liking

they’re still competitive and of course they still have their alliance

because dating or not, they would fight to the death on that rooftop

chenle literally will kiss every inch of her face because he likes hearing her giggles and he can’t believe he finally got his lily

CUDDLING ALL THE TIME and they’ve fallen asleep on the couch in the dorms and when they’re sleeping HARD the others like to see how many things they can balance on their heads

he will HYPE HER UP ALWAYS

but then say summ like “her face is weird tho” after and unless they’re in front of fans he ends up kissing her after she hits him

when she has to be sexy on stage, he is HERE FOR IT even if the stage is with another person because!! YES his girlfriend is hot, he’s LUCKY

she loves going to his house!! mostly because his family but also

they get to have privacy and be a couple

they’ll hold hands on camera cuz they don’t give a single fuck

they’re definitely outed and have to go public

which just makes their competitive streak and constant roasts WORSE

she loves the sound of his laugh but will yell at him if it hurts her ears

threatens to get one of his predebut photos tattooed on her

a big part of them loving each other is annoying each other and being soft behind the scenes

always together

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

the more intimate aspects of the relationship were really weird at first

but they’re very compatible so it was just fun to them

he WILL honk her boob. has done it in front of the others by accident and jaemin forbid her to see him for a few days

they kinda taught each other how to kiss way before they dated so it was funny when they did it as a couple

peak friends-to-lovers and even czennies can’t help but love then

jisung:

god their shyness is kinda annoying

really confident in private- they talk a lot, they’re very good at just chilling

but lily has to be the one to hold his hand because he’ll get nervous even when he’s so comfy in the relationship

i mean not that the dreamies have time to be in a relationship, but jisung was so SCARED to kiss her and have his first kiss

she thought it was funny

clumsy duo and they tease tf outta each other for it

chenle always being around

they can’t tell who the members are more protective over in the relationship

hugs!!! she loves to backhug him and he thinks it’s cute cuz she’s so tiny

they watch harry potter too much

she has almost convinced him to ride a rollercoaster but ended up failing

he makes fun of her height a lot and then she’ll trip him or something

he’s kinda protective and gets insecure that he’s younger than her sometimes but she just kisses his cheek and tells him to stop worrying

tbh they’re the most innocent, wholesome couple

they wanna go out on dates and they do but catch another member tagging along to babysit them

she gets wine drunk next to him and he can’t drink so he just has this drunk woman on his hands and doesn’t know what to do but honestly she just wants him to cuddle her to sleep

his voice is her favorite sound and she wants him to sing more

whenever anyone says something weird about jisung they both hold up the handcuffs cuz

they’re super weird they can be so confident and then one of them gets flustered and will be a shy baby

trading lines in concerts

lily making cute faces at him, staring at him blankly, winking at him, acting cute to him in front of fans

they share one braincell together and probably accidentally outed themselves by using pet names and like. holding hands on live

and then the OH SHIT face happens

they’ve given the older members heart attacks because he’ll give her a piggyback ride, they’ll hug really tight, or WORSE... they’ll give each other a lil kiss

they’re more innocent by nature but they love kissing and he loves holding her face because her skin is pretty and soft

he wears her perfume on his wrist so he can smell her and smile

the type of boyfriend who is CLUELESS about girl stuff

he wants her to try a different hair color. like a weird one

she refuses

taeyong actually loves them together so much

them dating and being IN LOVE and jisung still gives her cash for her birthday

the “i love you’s” are so. cute. and full. of. LOVE

she is merciless when theyre playing something against each other. she’ll TRY to get him out

usually lily is clingier but when she’s standing and jisung is sitting with his arms around her waist and his head squished to her side it’s so cute

he gets randomly really clingy at times and won’t let go of her

emotional bub will get teary because he loves her so much

#na jimin #na lily #nct addition #nct dream addition #nct dream oc #nct oc #kpop addition #kpop oc #nct 22nd member #nct dream 8th member

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transpoettryinghisbest · 3 years

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First fanfic about the DeLites lol. Set about a month or two after The Stolen Turnabout. Trigger warnings are in the tags

I'm riding at a million miles an hour, flying, the wind whipping through my hair. I shut my eyes and let out a cheer, cranking the speed up higher and higher, feeling all my cares melt away.

I'm not paying enough attention. As soon as I open my eyes again, someone has stepped out into the road. I barely have time to react. I try to swerve, but I can't in time. We make impact. My bike stops but I fall, skidding across the road and landing a little way away.

I catch my breath and check myself for injuries. I've scratched my hands and one of my knees is bleeding. But I'm mostly fine. I glance back at the person I hit and my heart drops.

“Ronnie?”

I run to his side.

“Ronnie, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

He lets out a pained groan.

“I'm really sorry,” I say. “I didn't mean to…” I hunt for my phone with fumbling fingers. “It's alright. I'm going to get help, you'll be okay.”

My phone refuses to turn on. I must've broken it in the crash.

“Come on, please,” I beg.

When that fails, I yell for help hoping anyone will hear. But we're alone. Ron reaches up and clutches my hand.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

I can feel tears sliding down my face.

“Please hang on, okay?” I say. “For me. Please, I can't…”

His eyes flicker, he lets out a little breath and lies still.

“No… No, please.” I start to sob against his chest. “Please don't go.”

I wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. For a second, I don't know where I am, but my memory soon clicks back into place. It was a nightmare, of course it was. I rub my face, giving a small chuckle of relief. I'm in my bed. No one's hurt. Everything is fine.

Ron stirs next to me.

“Dessie, what's wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetie.”

I stroke his face, hoping that will lull him back to sleep. It doesn't.

“When people say nothing is wrong, they mean something is wrong, right? I-I mean I'm not calling you a liar or anything, I just…you don't usually wake up in the middle of the night…”

“I had a bad dream,” I admit. “But I'm okay now.”

“Oh no.” He sits up. “Do you…want to talk about it? No, that's probably not a good idea, I don't want you to get scared again. Not that…not that I think you would, I mean, you're the bravest person I know, I just…”

I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest, breathing in his natural scent. He seems a little taken aback, but holds me close.

“Okay,” he says. “If…that's what you need.”

“I don't want to lose you,” I mumble.

“You won't lose me. Well…I hope you won't. I can't tell the future. But I'll try not to let you lose me.” He pauses. “Is that what your dream was about?”

“Yes.” I pull back. “Sorry, I'm being silly.”

“No, it's okay. I mean…it's okay to be scared sometimes, even about things that…aren't real.”

“You're right. Thank you.” I kiss his forehead. “Let's go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake you.”

He lies down and I cuddle him from behind in a spoon position. I can't get to sleep, I don't know if I'm afraid of having that nightmare again or not, but either way, I just lie there, wide awake. I can't tell if Ron is asleep or not. I start playing with his hair, gently pulling his curls straight, then letting go and watching them curl up again.

“Ronnie?” I say, quietly, so that if he is asleep, I won't wake him.

“Huh? Yes?”

“How…many of those heists did you go on?”

“Oh. I don't know, I never really counted. I just… did it whenever I was told to.” He rolls over to face me. “Dessie, I…I'm really sorry for-”

“You've apologised enough, it's okay, I forgive you.”

“You're not mad?”

“I could never be mad at you.”

“That's a relief. Um…so why did you ask? Not that…not that you're not allowed to ask, I'm just curious what made you curious…”

“I don't know. I've just been…thinking about it a lot, lately. About what you did, and…and why you did it.”

“I did it for you, Dessie.”

“I know…” My gaze drifts away from him. “I caused you so much trouble. And I didn't even know.”

“No! No, it wasn't like that!” He holds my face in both hands. “I just wanted to make you happy! Seeing you light up whenever I bought you nice things, it… it made it all worth it.”

“Really?”

He nods. “I just…I hate seeing you sad or disappointed or stressed about money. I'd do anything to make you smile. So I…I did. It wasn't because I had to, I wanted to. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.”

“It's okay.”

“And I've stopped now, for good. I mean it, no more stealing!”

“It's alright, honey, I believe you. And thank you. For everything. Just… promise me one more thing?”

“Yes, of course, anything.”

“If you ever do go on another heist again…will you take me with you?”

“Um, I don't know, I don't really want you to get hurt… N-not that it was dangerous, I never got hurt! And…and you're tough, Dessie, I know you could…um… Okay. Yeah. If…if you'd like to. I'll keep you safe.”

“And I you.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfiction #ron delite #desiree delite #ron x desiree #tw death #tw manslaughter #tw nightmares #tw night terrors #tw crime

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stardew-saloon · 4 years

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perhaps,,, some sambastian...? idk maybe like seb takes sam on a bike ride? brain smooth i just like sambastian

Hi thanks this is the cutest idea ever ! This is all I’m gonna think about for the next twenty years. <3

I decided to do like. How it turns out in Seb’s ten heart event, where he smooches the Farmer for the first time!

This one is kind of long because I got carried away whoops !! Please enjoy uvu

Sambastian Bike Ride

Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the basement, their perferred hangout spot as Jodi liked to come in unannounced quite often. They were watching whatever was on Sebasitan’s laptop, but neither were paying attention, too focused on how close they were to each other.

They weren’t ever very touchy. Lately, though, the two would gravitate towards each other. Their hands were graze each other when they walked and Sam could feel how warm Seb was when he would reach over him and try to teach him how to play pool properly.

Out of nowhere, Sebastian asks if Sam wants to go take a ride on his bike. He’d only mentioned wanting to ride it once or twice. Seb suspected he was scared of it, but he never said that.

Sam agrees almost immediately, his eyes lighting up in a way that Sebastian had grown to love. He thought Sam was annoying when he first moved in. They were both very young, with Sam’s father going off to war and Sebastian’s recently dying. They bonded over that after a couple months of Sebastian being angry at everything.

Now, though, their relationship was much better. Feelings had started to blossom years ago. Neither wanted to admit it, especially not Sebastian.

They get up from his bed, untangling themselves from the pile of blankets. Sebastian threw on one of his sweaters (which was really Sam’s, but he had stolen it), walking upstairs with Sam trailing behind.

They wave goodbye to Robin, barely getting out without an interrogation from Demetrius about where they were going and when they would come back.

Sebastian gets the bike out, taking out one of his extra helmets for Sam.

“You, uh. Might wanna do something about your hair.” Sebastian has to hold in his laughs when Sam looks confused. He makes a motion to show what Sam’s hair looks like, making them both break out in laughter. Sam pulls his hair back, tying it into a ponytail. Seb has to look away because his face is so red.

Once the helmets are on, Sebastian gets on first, followed by Sam. “If you don’t want to fall off, I suggest holding onto me.” Slowly, Sam’s arms wrap around his thin waist, holding onto it like his life depended on it. Seb doesn’t say anything, but he gives his hand a pat, giving him the reassurance it needs.

Seb starts up the bike, making his way to the top of the mountains, where he liked to hang out when he needed to clear his mind. Sam clings to him, tucking his head against his back. He can barely focus on driving, too distracted by how Sam was holding him.

Eventually, when they arrived to the summit of the mountain, they both take off the helmets. Sam is still pressed against his back, his arms wound around his waist.

Sebastian is still for a moment before he moves to get up, tugging Sam with him. “What is this place?” Sam asks. He’d never seen it before, and he lived here much longer than Sebastian did. Sebastian did always have the best hiding places when they played hide and seek as kids. Maybe this was one of them.

“It’s just the top of the mountain. Nothing special,” Sebastian says, pulling Sam towards the cliff side. There wasn’t much, like he implied, just a few trees scattered around and a broken down bench. Behind one of the trees was a ratty blanket, one he had brought up when he was younger and expertly hidden.

Seb sets it up, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. The sun had already set, leaving a sky full of stars. The stars were much clearer here than in Zuzu city. That was one thing he appreciated from living here, aside from the person sitting next to him.

Speaking of, Sam plopped down next to him, his arms behind him. “It’s nice up here. How come I’ve never seen it before?” He says it like a whine, gently shoving Sebastian.

Sebastian laughs, shoving him back. That’s how things always are between them, joking around. Like friends. That’s all they’ll ever be. The thought strikes a bit of sadness in his heart, but he ignores it. “It’s for special people.”

Sam pouts, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, am I not special enough?” Seb pauses a beat, turning his face towards him. He’s just.. joking, right? It doesn’t feel like a joke.

Like a fool, Sebastian takes the bait. “No, you.. you are. You’re the most special person in my life, I think.” Sebastian has a soft smile on his face as he gazes up at Sam, their faces inches apart.

Their eyes meet for a moment, blue gazing into brown. Sebastian isn’t sure what happens next, but his eyes are closed and he feels Sam’s lips pressing against his gently. He returns the actions by wrapping his arms around his neck, his fingers tangling into his hair.

Sam’s arms coil around his waist, pulling Sebastian closer to him and leaning back to lay down with him, Sebastian on top. They pull away to smile at each other, followed by Sebastian’s head tucking in between his neck and his shoulder.

Sam laughs, squeezing the much shorter male close. “I didn’t know you thought so fondly of me, Sebby.” He laughs even more when he feels Sebastian bumps his nose against his cheek, huffing at him.

“I think more fondly of you when you don’t talk, Sammy.” He presses a kiss to his cheek, but that’s only met with another kiss from Sam. They’ll definitely need to have a talk about this later, but for now, they basked in each other presence, barely able to keep their hands off of each other.

It’s safe to say that Sebastian got a mouthful from Demetrius the next day when they come home at nearly 2 a.m, blushes on their faces and their hair messy.

They’re both happy, which is all that matters.

They start dating a few days later, telling Abby when it’s been a few weeks. They just wanted to be sure about everything, even though they’ve been sure about this since they were kids.

Robin gets told a month after, followed by Maru. She had always suspected there was something going on with them, but never wanted to make assumptions. Robin is incredibly supportive and starts treating Sam like another son. She swears to not tell Jodi until Sam and Seb say it’s okay, though.

Demetrius doesn’t ever get told. He has to figure it out when he sees Sam resting his hand in Sebastian’s back pocket. They were told to keep the touching to a minimum, but they didn’t listen to that very well.

Holy WOW I loved writing that. I don’t even care if that’s not what The People wanted, I had so much fun writing that and I literally wanna turn it into a fic now smh.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #sdv headcanons #sdv sam #sdv seb

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yoslavkage-kira · 4 years

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Josuke x Reader

// AO3 request: Josuke and baby!reader please

No matter where she sat, a sunbeam always seemed to follow her, highlighting the brilliant colors of her glossy hair. Josuke couldn't help but stare at her from his seat next to Okuyasu, not paying any attention to what their teacher was saying. Her own gaze was transfixed on something outside, maybe a bird or a cool bug. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. A lot of the girls in his year would follow him around, but she was never one of them. Of course she would be the one to keep her distance... but one day, Josuke would approach her, he swore it!

"Oi, Josuke! Watch where you're goin'!"

Josuke blinked and realized that he was no longer in class. He and Okuyasu were on their way downstairs to go to lunch, and he hadn't even noticed. "What do you mean- AH!" He skipped a step and promptly tumbled down the stairs, rolling into a pile down at the bottom. "Ugh..."

"Oh my stars, are you okay?!"

Josuke looked up and froze. It was (name) hovering above him, her large eyes filled with worry. Oh god, stay cool! "Here, let me help you." Before he knew what was happening, his hand was in hers, and she was helping pull him to his feet. She was surprisingly strong for a girl, but that wasn't the first thing in Josuke's mind right now. All he could feel was her soft hand in his.

Okay, she just helped me up... now it's time to say something cool!

"I- I Fell."

Fuck!

She raised an eyebrow, but giggled. Ah! A heavenly sound! "You sure did," she agreed, eyes twinkling. "You're Josuke, right?"

She knew his name! She knew his NAME! Josuke nodded ten times in response.

"Ah, well, see you later, Josuke!" (Name) turned and ran off, disappearing into the crowd just as Josuke came to his senses.

"Oh my god, she's Babey."

"Josuke!" Okuyasu was by his side now, looking grim. "You're being completely crippled by this crush! It's embarassing even me!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Josuke crossed his arms and pouted. "What am I supposed to do? Maybe... Maybe I need to make a plan to ask her out!" Josuke wasn't the type to normally plan things out, but this was a dire situation.

Okuyasu, however, had other ideas. "No, don't do that! Think about it, Josuke." He leaned in close. "Koichi did nothing but fuck around for a few weeks, and he just so happened to get the opportunity to get a girlfriend! All you need to do is wait." He smiled proudly. "You'll get your chance."

"Hmm." Maybe he was right, but Josuke wasn't the most patient. However, that seemed like the safest route. "Alright. Let's go get lunch."

They ran off to the sandwich shop, and got there just in time to get the last two sandwiches. Then, they strolled on back to the high school, running into Koichi and Yukako on the way. "Hey! Where did you guys go for lunch?"

"Oh, we didn't go anywhere," Yukako answered brightly. "I made us lunch this morning, and we had a picnic at the park!"

Koichi chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Isn't that so nice?"

Okuyasu and Josuke exchanged a glance. Gross. "Well, good for you guys, let's go back."

The four walked back to the school, passing through the gates a couple minutes before class was supposed to resume. Yukako said goodbye to Koichi and headed off to her class. Josuke was about to head inside when Okuyasu called his name. "Oi, Josuke, look!"

Josuke whirled around and gasped. (Name) was walking through the gates now, walking her bike next to her. She looked sad, and upon closer inspection, Josuke saw why: She had a long gash cut across her head. Was she in a bike accident? Did someone attack her? She was bleeding...

Without another thought, Josuke ran off down the stairs and to her side. "(Name)! What happened, are you okay?"

(Name) looked up at him as he approached and quickly shielded her injury from his gaze with her hand. "Oh, Josuke, it's nothing," she said quickly. "I just got in a bike accident on the way back from lunch... It doesn't hurt that much-" She suddenly winced, obviously lying.

"Oh, (name)," Josuke started to say, but she stopped him. "No, really, I'm fine," she blurted out. "I- I don't think there's anything you can do, I need to go to the nurse."

Josuke glanced up at Okuyasu, who gave him a grin and a big thumbs up. That's when he got his idea.

"Oh, um, I think I actually can," he told her, causing her to pause. "If you let me try, I think I can actually heal you." Crazy Diamond suddenly appeared behind him.

(Name), unable to know what was going on, raised an eyebrow. "And how is that?"

Josuke willed himself to be cooler than he'd ever been in his life. He flashed a friendly smile. "With a magic kiss, of course."

That caught (name) off-guard. Her eyes widened at the proposition. "Huh, what?" She couldn't help but blush, to Josuke's delight, fueling his confidence. "Are you joking?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm not... will you let me try?"

(Name) narrowed her eyes for a moment, thinking about it. Then, she nodded. "Fine. Let's do it."

Now it was Josuke's turn to blush. He had never kissed a girl before, and his nerves suddenly went crazy. "I- I- I guess just on the lips-"

"Yeah, that's how it usually works." (Name) giggled again at his flustered state. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. This isn't life or death." She winked.

Ah! Josuke could have died happily right there, but he had a girl to heal. Taking a deep breath, he finally leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. It was more than a little stiff, but not the worst first kiss there's ever been. While they kissed, Crazy Diamond quickly healed the wound on her head.

"... what?" When they pulled away, (Name) reached up and felt the place that the wound had been. "Josuke... how did you...?"

"I told you," he said, smirking at her shocked face. "Magic kiss." He winked, then turned and walked away like a boss. Alright, this is it, this is the part where she runs after me and grabs my hand and says 'please Josuke be my boyfriend!'"

"Magic Kiss, you say?"

Josuke turned back around to see her smirking at him, arms crossed. A humanoid figure (You decide design) had appeared behind her, it's arms draped lazily over her shoulders. It was...

"A- A stand?!" Josuke and Okuyasu both shouted at the same time, thoughoughly shocked. She saw all that? Oh man... She must think he was the biggest jerk in the world now, using his Stand like that...

(Name) chuckled, her Stand retreating within her. "I will say... that was pretty smooth." She walked towards him, slipping her hand into his. "Let's go!"

Josuke blinked, and realized that she was indeed holding his hand. His mouth widened into a triumphant grin. "Yeah, let's go!"

The two of them ran off, Okuyasu trying to keep up. "Dammit," He muttered to himself, tears picking at his eyes. "Another one of my friends, stolen away! Why can't it be me?!"

The trio disappeared into the school, their spirits high.

#josuke x reader #josuke higashitaka #fluff #okuyasu is there #reader is a stand user #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure part 4 #one shot #imagine

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I haven't interacted before but I love all your aus and your writing! Reading them a while back got me back into the umbrella academy. I just read your ben saves the day au and everything about it is amazing and also makes me very sad. Do you think Klaus was there or ever manifests himself with his powers or something? It's wonderful where it ends but the whole family together would make it so much happier...

!!!!! thank you!! and thank you even more for asking me about the ben saves the day au bc I actually did have a vague idea on how to get Klaus back in the au and even though your idea with him managing to manifest himself with his own powers is probably way more valid my brain produced a slightly. stranger option lmao

(ben saves the day au can be found right here)

So it’s after everyone has gone home. Ben is left in his apartment with his two cats and also Five who, Ben is discovering, is super super messed up about everything.

(every day Ben thanks god that Five is living with him and not in the manor where there are about six hundred different triggers floating around)

Ben tells his coworkers that, with his father’s death (which they know about bc of his time off work) he gained custody of his 'nephew’ who Ben would have stolen years ago if he’d even thought that he was in the house (truth) and that Five has multiple issues

his coworkers are very supportive

Ben calls in a few favors and manages to get Five’s existence legalized by claiming that Five is his own son who Reginald managed to get his hands on after the death of the original Five.

(“I would have been sixteen, Ben.”

“People have had kids younger, and you were a teenage runaway. People would absolutely believe you made bad life choices.”

“Ben!”)

And Ben has friends, okay. His coworkers are all super supportive and swing around with extra food and hand me down clothes from their own teenage kids and other supplies that Ben might need as the sudden guardian of a teenage boy.

And Five doesn’t even have to do anything to sell the lie, because he’s wary of all of them, flinches at loud noises, and they all see him pocketing extra food when he thinks no one is looking. Five tends to retreat to the bedroom (it’s a one bedroom apartment - him and Ben are sharing right now) when people come over and since Ben has politely asked Five to Not use his powers around his friends until he tells them he’s the Horror on his own terms, Five can’t even sneak to the kitchen or anything

They worry about Ben’s financial situation, taking on a kid on such short notice, but Ben assures them that he’s fine and that he can just use his father’s inheritance money.

(Reginald was a billionaire. They are all legally his children. None of they are actually going to be wanting for money for a good long while.)

So everything is settling down and smoothing out. Ben has custody of Five. Allison is in negotiations with Patrick and is being allowed supervised visits with her daughter. Luther and Vanya are both in therapy. Diego is grudgingly using Reginald’s money to buy a new place that isn’t a boiler room that’s big enough for both him and Grace (and of course to get her charging station to a portable state) and last Ben heard he was looking at somewhere pretty close to where Ben and Five live, which is a nice thought. Ben’s trying to convince Luther to move out of the manor as well and get his own place, and he’s at least thinking about it so - progress.

That’s around the time when Ben goes to sleep and has a really wild dream.

The dream is desaturated, and there’s a little girl on a bicycle. She looks very aggrieved.

“Are you Ben?” She demands to know.

“Uh,” Ben says very intelligently, because he was not expecting to be interrogated by a little girl in his dream. This is probably Five’s fault because the little gremlin convinced Ben that ice cream for dinner was necessary. Are ice cream dreams a thing? “Yes.”

The girl tosses her hands up in sarcastic triumph, “Wonderful! Then he can be your problem! I have held on for as long as humanly possible, but I’m done. He’s constantly badgering me and I can’t handle it. You idiots already mucked around in the time stream, this shouldn’t cause reality to collapse. Probably.”

“What?” Ben asks blankly, because reality collapsing sounds a little bit concerning.

“You’ll see.” The little girl promises darkly, waving her hand.

And then Ben wakes up, and he wakes up wheezing because what the fuck, was Five jumping on his stomach like an actual five-year-old right now? He opens his eyes, and meets startled green ones and a mop of curly hair that definitely does not belong to Five.

“Ben!?” The boy who is definitely Klaus who is dead yelps loudly, startling back and waking up Five who startles bad enough to roll completely off the bed and scramble to his feet.

Klaus looks exactly the way he did when he died. Sixteen years old with a wild mop of hair that Reginald had been threatening to cut for weeks.

(He looks like Nathan Young in Misfits, y’all. That’s it.)

“Klaus!?” Five yells, making Klaus swing around to stare at Five with equally wide eyes.

“You can see me?” Klaus asks, incredulously, patting himself down. He’s in the umbrella academy uniform and Ben allows himself a moment to close his eyes and swallow his grief because he is apparently the responsible adult in this situation.

“Klaus,” Ben says gently, and both boys attention go to him, “Does God happen to look like a little girl on a bike, by any chance?”

“Uh,” Klaus manages, which Ben takes as confirmation.

He pinches the bridge of his nose to hold back the headache (and the tears because Klaus is here and he’s not dead anymore except he was dead and Ben doesn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with this at ass o’ clock in the morning). He pulls off the covers and swings himself out of bed, quickly crossing the room to open some drawers.

Klaus and Five both watch him warily, but it’s unfounded. All Ben does is grab an old t-shirt and some sweatpants and toss them at Klaus.

(Klaus doesn’t even lift his hands to catch them, just looks alarmed when they hit him in the face. Ben does not apologize, because he might laugh and if he laughs he will cry)

“It is,” Ben glances at the alarm clock, “Three twenty six in the morning. I am going to call off work today so we can deal with... whatever this is. But that’s not happening at three in the morning. Klaus, get changed, you aren’t sleeping in that. The bed might be a squeeze but at this point I don’t care.”

Klaus is wide-eyed and Ben’s heart aches but he gives a quick shaky nod and just starts peeling off his uniform there and then. Ben crawls back into bed, scooching over so he’s in the middle and impatiently gesturing at Five, who still has his back to the wall like a cornered animal.

Without taking his eyes off of Klaus, Five slowly creeps back over to the bed. Usually Ben gives Five his space on the bed, but that’s not going to work tonight with three of them so when Five crawls in Ben wraps an arm around his still tiniest brother and presses a kiss against that dark mop of hair.

Five’s face pulls into a scowl but he doesn’t protest the actions, allowing himself to curl into Ben’s warmth.

Klaus hovers at the edge of the bed once changed, looking uncertain. Ben’s sweatpants are a bit short on him - even at sixteen Klaus is lanky, but serviceable.

“Come on then,” Ben says, reaching out a hand because he has two arms. Klaus doesn’t need more of an invitation, rocketing into the bed and crashing against Ben’s side, making the bed sway and Five yelp a protest.

Klaus’s skin is ice cold (Ben had forgotten his brother’s unfortunate circulation issues) but Ben doesn’t shove him away. Just tucks his arm around Klaus’s bony shoulders and reels him in closer, because his bed really isn’t that big and he doesn’t want either of his brothers to fall out.

Klaus sniffles wetly, and Ben leans over to press a kiss into Klaus’s curly mop of hair. Five makes a small sound of protest - his need to be an attention hog temporarily overruling his dislike of being treated like a child.

“Go to sleep,” Ben tells both of his boys sleepily, “We’ll figure things out in the morning.”

He gets some vague confirmation noises from both sides (though Klaus still sniffles) and Ben really is tired because he barely closes his eyes before falling back into the void of sleep.

His last thought before he falls is - Please, god, let this not be a dream.

He wakes up in the morning feeling heavy. This is because Klaus has rolled in the night to be pretty much bodily on top of Ben, his curly hair tickling at Ben’s nose and his elbow kind of digging into his stomach. Five is on his other side, plastered against him. Their legs are all tangled enough that Ben can’t actually tell which foot belongs to him, Five, or Klaus.

A quick check of the time reveals that he still had a few minutes before his alarm goes off.

On one hand, Ben never wants to leave this bed. He’s a little bit afraid that moving will make the magic vanish, and Klaus will disappear again, but he also really needs to call work and tell them he can’t come in today. So reluctantly, he shifts to free his hands from the pile and in doing so manages to wake both boys.

It’s a sleepy slow waking up, Five grumbling in a way that Ben will never tell him is adorable and Klaus giving a while as his limbs straighten in a big stretch. They both open their eyes, see each other and Ben, and blink in alarm.

Ben does not want a repeat of the early morning and just shrugs them both off of him, “Good morning.” He greets them as he peels himself out of bed with a yawn. “Give me a minute to call work. Five, show Klaus where the bathroom is - ”

“I know where it is.” Klaus cuts Ben off, and then proceeds to look surprised when Ben actually pauses at the interruption.

“What is going on.” Five doesn’t even asks, because he seems to have accepted that this is their lives, their cosmic punishment for having superpowers or something. He just looks between Klaus and Ben like one of the will make the world make sense again.

Ben sympathizes. He can feel a full blown freak out building up in his chest - he just needs to call work and then call the rest of the family to come over as well before he can have it.

“Hold that thought.” Ben says, holding up a finger as he scoops his phone up and walks to the kitchen to make his call.

And he sends the bat signal to the family is a succinct “hey guys please come to the apartment asap klaus showed up in my room last night, five can confirm” which absolutely sets that cat among chickens as the group chat BLOWS UP but ben can’t bring himself to read everything so he just. starts making breakfast.

five and klaus emerge from the bedroom and five has his hand clamped around Klaus’s elbow and Klaus is sort of boggling at the connection and isn’t protesting and five’s face looks tight and ben can see that freak out waiting to happen as well

and that’s how klaus ends up back with the family. God kicks him out because she doesn’t like him, Ben gets the shock of his life, Five is very concerned, and the whole family ends up freaking out

Ben ends up getting a bigger bed because Klaus ends up staying with him and Five

Ben ends up finally coming clean to all his friends about being the horror and that Five is not his nephew but is actually his time travelling brother and also his brother who had powers to do with the dead has come back from the dead

(and yes, these brothers are also the very same brothers he named his cats after - at least Seya and Brat take Klaus’s presence like champs. it’s almost like they’re used to him being around already...)

ben should really consider getting a bigger apartment considering there are now three of the living in there but honestly?? Five doesn’t sleep well alone (which they figured out when Ben tried to take the couch in the early days) and Klaus is an absolute octopus who is constantly marveling at being able to have human contact and Ben really doesn’t have the heart to kick them out of his room so.

(they’re both so touch starved, and they both break Ben’s heart)

but also the bigger apartment consideration might be necessary because every single sibling seems to trot through Ben’s apartment with great frequency. it’s a thing. they all want to spend time with Five and Klaus.

(there’s a heartbreaking moment where Five thinks that because Ben had Klaus back he’s going to kick Five out which they both hug it out over)

they all have to figure it out together and it’s a big mess but at the end of the day

what’s family for?

#ask me #earmuffstar #ben saves the day au #me being sad klaus wasn't in the au and figuring out how to bring him back??#more likely than you'd think #and also i just love god as a character and want to see more of her so #ben gets an Encounter #klaus was hanging around the entire time following his siblings #(mainly ben and diego)#he saw the whole apocalypse thing #he's sixteen and super touch starved and not used to his comments being actually heard #on the bright side he's been dead and unable to do drugs for. a good long while #so he's sober #five is super salty he's still the physically youngest sibling #ben is just dealing with his two still teenaged brothers and dying #but they're all happy that four-five-six as a team is back together #tua #tua au #the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #five hagreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hagreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #even when ben finally gets a bigger apartment they probably all still share a room/bed #eventually five accepts that he's a sleep cuddler #ben is usually in the middle with cuddles on both sides

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Stages: The Realization

Stages: Close Friends Pt.4: The Realization (Chapter 13)

ShadAmy (Friends to lovers Slow Burn)

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Previous: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190590004465/stages-nothing

A couple of days later, Team Dark had made their way back home. They had finished their mission earlier than they expected and they couldn't wait to get back home. Rouge didn't tell Amy that they were going back this soon. She preferred to give the pink one a surprise at the Resistance.

They arrived a day ago at night, and Rouge decided to wait until the next day to visit her pink best friend. It was 6:00 p.m and she was hoping that she and Amy could go for dinner together. She arrived at the Resistance building and clicked the code number in the keypad so they could let her in. It was the same number since years ago and Amy had never chanced it. Rouge walked through the corridors, she expected to see agents walking around but considering that it was a Saturday and few agents were remaining on the Resistance, she didn't give it too much thought. She finally reached Amy's dorm and knocked on her door. A few seconds passed and the pink one opened the door, a surprising look on her face and Rouge was happy to have accomplished this mission as well.

"Suprise-" But Amy had also surprised Rouge. She noticed that Amy had scratches and band-aids on her face and even bruises on her arms.

"What happened to you?!"

"Wait, is Shadow back too?" Amy asked immediately.

"Yes, but tell me, what happened-"

"Sorry Rouge, I need to get to him right now." Amy added, "Do you mind closing the Resistance for me? Is he in his apartment?"

"Yeah, I am guessing. But tell me, what-" Rouge never got to finish her sentences as Amy was already out of her door.

"Sorry Rouge! I'll tell you everything when I get back!"

Amy would have taken DR if it wasn't because Maria had stolen it ... again. The next day she arrived back home from Tail's house, she had found that her bike wasn't there, and because of that, she went to Shadow's apartment. Ready to fight again if that's what it took to get her bike back. When she got to Shadow's apartment, she found that his door was open and nothing was there. Shadow's luxury apartment was empty, nothing was left. She fought the urge of calling Shadow and telling him but the thought that he might mess up in his mission because of the news still hunted her mind.

So she decided to wait. She thought Rouge would tell her when Team Dark was planning to go back home. She was planning on telling him the bad news softly but instead, she was afraid now that Shadow had found it the hard way.

Shadow's apartment was on the other side of the city and with her running and bad transportation system, Amy made it to Shadow's apartment around 7:15 p.m. The sun was already down and Amy breathed heavily as she finally spotted Shadow's apartment door open. She felt she could break at any moment, but she couldn't. She had to be strong for Shadow. She opened the door more and it made a small creaking sound. Shadow was sitting in the middle of the empty living room. His fancy couch was no more, no TV, no lights, nothing. His apartment was completely empty. Amy wonders if Shadow knew by now that they had also stolen all of his bikes. Amy was glad that Shadow had taken his favorite bike with him, otherwise, Maria would have stolen it as well.

His entire apartment was empty but Shadow had filled the living room with vodka bottles. He was seated in the middle of the empty living room, staring at the wall. He had noticed Amy's presence and normally he would be ashamed of the state she found him in. However, he didn't care at the moment.

"I heard that drinking alcohol makes you forget," Shadow said, still not looking at Amy in the eyes. "But no matter how much I drink, I can't seem to forget a thing."

Being the ultimate life form, Shadow's body could detoxify his body faster. Even if he wanted to get drunk, his body would take down the effect really fast.

Amy felt her heart stop the moment she heard his voice. It had no hint of being sad, nor disappointed, nor angry. It was monotone and without emotion, almost dead like. She didn't respond, mostly because she didn't know what to say. She got close to him trying to make him look at her. She sat down next to Shadow but he moved away at the closeness. As if he didn't want to be touched, as if he was afraid of contact. Amy fought the tears of desperation, anger raised within her body, she had a tight grip on her fists and with determination, she placed herself in front of the hedgehog.

"She is not worth it," Amy said as she placed her hands on his shoulder.

"She was the only one who could ever love me," Shadow said, his eyes showed no glow, the intense fire he had within them had now disappeared. "I guess, I am not worthy of being loved."

Amy let a single teardrop fall from her right eye. She raised her voice, letting her thoughts be heard.

"I love you. I love the way you show kindness to people who don't deserve it. I love the way you care for me even when you know I can take care of myself. I love how excited you get for the simplest of things. I love how you wrinkle your nose every time you get annoyed."

Amy took a big breath and added, "You are my friend and I love you, Shadow. You won't ever be able to understand how much you mean to me and others. If there was anyone in this world who is worthy of love ... It is you."

Shadow hadn't noticed but Amy had injuries all over her face and body. Her face had scratches that were barely closing, some bruises that were dominant mostly in her arms. Even so, Shadow found himself lost in the unique beauty Amy possed.

He was realizing too many things.

There was a warm feeling rising up to his body and it made it's way to his heart. Amy was so sincere and vulnerable at that moment that Shadow's heart felt relieved. No one has ever been this open to him, no one has ever made him feel as loved as Amy had.

He waited for Maria to say things like that to him. He waited in vain, but now Amy was here. Saying things that came out of her mouth naturally because she actually felt it.

Amy loved him and even though it was the friendly type ... it is still meant the world him.

For you to love and to be loved back, it was a blessing indeed.

"I love you too," Shadow felt his voice crack. "You are the only friend I can trust ... So, please promise me. Promise you won't leave me."

Amy hugged Shadow as if she was protecting a lost child. She grabbed his face with both of her hands and whispered, "I promise."

She placed her chin on top of Shadow's head giving him some sort of warm and Shadow placed his arms around her waist. They shared an intimate hug and after a few minutes, they separated.

"What happened to you?" Shadow said almost in a whisper.

Amy wasn't telling him, there was no way. "I fell off DR."

Shadow sighed once again, "Next time be more careful but I am glad you still have the bike."

Shadow noticed that Amy's face showed concern and asked, "You still have DR, right?"

Amy hesitated, she didn't know if lying to Shadow about the bike was a good idea. Mostly because he was eventually going to find out.

"She ... took it."

Shadow immediately stood up and headed towards the door.

"We need to find it," he said.

"Shadow, no, wait." Amy stopped him as she grabbed him by the arm. "It's not worth it."

"It is worth it, you gave me that bike. It's important to me-"

"I know it's important to you but please do this for me." Amy added, "Just let it go."

Shadow knew that there was more connotation to her words. She wasn't only asking him to let go of the bike, she was asking him of letting go of Maria, of his past.

If Shadow wanted to let go of Maria, then he needed to grasp onto the future and right now, Amy is on his future.

Amy is his future.

"Fine." Shadow added, "But you need to do something for me."

Amy hesitated as she watched Shadow turn on his favorite back, BB. He was ready to go, he was only waiting on Amy to join him.

"Are you coming?" Shadow asked.

"Are you sure?" Amy's voice trembled a little, "You don't let anyone ride BB and-"

"I am sure."

Amy gulped as she walked towards Shadow. She made a little jump as she mounted the bike, she made a pause as she was reluctant to hold Shadow by his torso.

But due that it was necessary, she wrapped her arms around his firm torso, her chest touching his back. She took a deep breath as she smelled Shadow's cologne. Maybe, after all, it really wasn't his cologne but his natural scent.

Shadow began to move when he felt Amy's firm grasp around him. They rode the bike on an empty bridge that was above the ocean. Shadow always came here to clear out his mind and when he didn't want to be stopped from enjoying the ride.

Many things were going through his head and confidently he told Amy, "I don't want to go back there... to my apartment."

Amy knew that Shadow wouldn't be able to live with the memories. Just like before, he had left the home he had gotten with Maria and now he had to leave his apartment.

"I have nowhere to go," Shadow added. He meant it as of today. Shadow had the money to rent another apartment, but it was going to be a bit difficult to find a place that would let him stay on the first floor. Maybe, he could stay at a hotel for a couple of days-

"Live with me."

Shadow felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Amy whispered into his ear. Once again, that warm feeling he couldn't describe overtook him. He threw a small smile at the pink one, accepting her offer.

They stayed silent, they didn't need to say anything. Shadow had never let anyone ride BB with him. It was something he wished he had done with Maria, but someone else was already leaving that dream with her. Now, he had Amy, her delicate hands placed firmly around his torso. Her chest lightly pressed against his back and her head laid softly in his shoulders. The relaxing crash of the waves against the bridge, Amy's intoxicating perfume filling his nostrils and the warmth she shared with him.

It was everything he could have wished for and more.

Amy noticed Shadow sniffing now and then, she knew that he was containing himself from letting tears come out of his eyes. Although they never did, the thought still ached her heart. She hugged Shadow tightly and closed her eyes at the realization.

She didn't know exactly when it happened, she couldn't recall an exact moment where these feelings for Shadow began to overtake her. Maybe it was gradual, she didn't feel this way for him immediately. However, he had constantly shown her sides of him that intrigued her.

Shadow could be cold, but he was kind. He may not show it, but he cares. He may be stubborn, but he listens. Amy found his little defects entertaining and adorable even. There was not a single sense in Shadow's persona that Amy didn't like.

When she was telling him that she loved him as a friend, she was lying.

She did love him.

But not as a friend.

Amy took one last look at Shadow, his eyes were concentrating on the road. She began to wonder that if she looked at him long enough he would realize.

If she looked at him with loving eyes, will her feeling reach him?

Amy didn't know the answer to that and for now, she didn't need it.

Her most important question was already answered the moment she heard Shadow said 'I love you' to her.

And although he meant it platonically, for her ... it meant the entire world.

It was everything she wanted and more.

Amy closed her eyes one more time, enjoying the feeling of this realization.

She was in love with Shadow the Hedgehog.

. . . . . . .

A/N: First of all, I want to thank @lonelysadblob the artist who did the artwork above for letting me use it in this story! Thank you!

I guess what I am trying to say with this chapter is that platonic love/ Friendship love is just as important and valid as romantic love. Now we are at the end of this arc and we are starting the final arc called 'Intimate Friends.' Amy has finally realized her feelings for Shadow but... What about Shadow? I guess we have to find out.

I want to thank everyone for reading this far and I hope this chapter was up to everyone's standards. It was sad but we ended in a beautiful note I believe.

Thank you.

Next: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190713695345/stages-recovery

#shadamy #shadow and amy #shadowxamy #shadow the hedgehog #shadow x amy #shadowandamy #Amy Rose #amyrose #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic #fanfiction #romance #shadow

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Through the good and the bad, im still trucking! Weve almost finished all of the christmas shopping. I want to get the kids a lap desk for when theyre chilling in bed or on the couch. I also want to get mom a picture frame with pictures of her deceased loved ones. Her mom and dad on one, my poppa in a frame, her brother that has passed on. Just stuff like that. A memory frame if you will. Im not sure if ill be able to get it done the way i want but im gonna try damnit.

I need to get stocking stuffers. I keep seeing posts encouraging dads to fill up moms stocking. Kinda makes me sad cause no ones gonna care to put stuff in mine. Ive filled my own before. I think i will this year too. Nothing crazy, a good chocolate box, maybe a bath soak kinda thing or a face mask. Idk. I really like the dark chocolate oranges. Instead of a face mask i could look for some cheap nail art tools. Idk though. It would be nice to have someone else do it. Or even to wrap the gifts I am getting. Theres no suprise when youre the one wrapping them 😥 dont get me wrong, I am very very excited and grateful for what I am getting, I just would like a little special thought put into it for me. This isnt about me though. Its about making sure the kids feel all the magic of Christmas so that when theyre older they can make a little christmas magic of their own.

Gwenavere is such a sweetie. She asked if santa was real and dod gammit im still saying yes! Because even if santa as a man doesnt exist, the spirit of giving and being together is very very real. I told her yes of course Santa was real. I didnt specify how 😉 . i told her if she didnt believe in him then he would stop bringing gifts. And that she would still get presents from family, but that santa was worth believing in because he always seems to know just what we want or need. She says she believes me because I got gifts as a baby, and my biological mom was a drug addict, so santa must be real! 😭😭😭😭 my sweet sweet loving baby! Ive had to tell her about "nanny tab" because im not going to force them to see her and im not going to lie to them about her. We know she doesnt make good choices and that she is addicted to drugs. But the main reason is because she is sick. She has a few illnesses. One or two of which are terminal. Her organs are literally slowly hardening until they atrophy. Even her skin. I dont want them to get attatched to someone who doesnt care just for them to lose her. Im not going to lie to them. My whole life coming up my mom "great aunt" tried to let us have a good impression of my biological mother. And for years we cared and for years she didnt. Im not going to force my kids to be a part of someones life who doesnt care. She might in her own way, but she does not have whats best for my babies on her mind. Im not going to let them trust her just for her to let them down again. I decided for good last year when she came by so high she couldnt remember why she was there or which kid she had stolen what for. And then she gave my kids used dirty mixed up playdoh. And i couldnt let them play with it because i didnt know where it had been. She does way too many drugs for me to be letting the kids dig their hands in it. I had to explain to gwen and adon to be thankful that she thought about them, and that we would throw this playdoh away in case it was unsafe and id get them some fresh playdoh and we could just pretend it was what nanny got us. 😣

Oh yeah, so, we got robbed! We know who did it. An old friend who is addicted to molly and meth. The dumb fucker luckily got our least valuable dirt bike. But almost had our best one. Thankfully david took the kickstarter off and the fucking idiot couldn't operate the bike 😂 im very thankful that it played out the way it did.

Anyway. Im gonna watch a few videos on youtube, blaze up, and start cleaning up our mess from the weekend. Then im gonna finish up wrapping the presents and call it a day. Gonna try to get some rum from the liquor store before bed time. I have some coconut cream to mix with it.

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741.

Do you have any stuffed animals from Build-a-Bear Workshop? >> Yes! I have a stuffed dog named Reese. He was white when we bought him... but you know how that goes, lol. When was the last time that you ate fruit? >> Does an applesauce pouch count? That’s where the majority of my fruit intake comes from, since I’m too paranoid to enjoy fresh fruit. Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? >> Yeah. Do you listen to country music? >> Sure, some. Are you the generic person? >> This is a funny question because it reminds me of my reply to Lane just an hour ago about how I don’t have/do most of the main stuff that surveys ask about, and like he said, without any of that stuff I barely even qualify as a person by survey standards lmao. I guess that means I’m definitely not the generic (which I assume is being used to mean “average” here) person.

Have you ever had your palms read? >> Nope. Do you know what a fuzzy navel is? >> Yeah, some sort of cocktail. Don’t know what-all is in it, though. Do you like peaches? >> Sure. But you’ll never catch me biting into one because paranoia. Do you have in fruit trees in your backyard? >> I don’t have a backyard. When was the last time your lawn was mowed? >> Lawn maintenance hasn’t started up at the apartment complex yet, because the season hasn’t yet changed. So I guess the last time would be October or so. Have you ever been hit in the face really hard? >> Yeah, when I was a teenager. Do you hate anyone? >> No. Do you like fingerpainting? >> I don’t think I would enjoy it, because I don’t like having stuff all over my hands like that. Are you sick? >> I am not. Do you use flashlights when there is a blackout? >> I haven’t experienced a blackout longer than a few minutes in so long that I mostly forget they even exist. We don’t have flashlights, though, so I guess we’d be using our phone flashlights and candles if a blackout were to happen right now (or, rather, tonight, since it’s not a problem in the daytime). Do you like black coffee? >> Yeah. I don’t drink it, though, because of the caffeine. Have you ever stolen from a store before? >> Yes. Do you like the color yellow? >> I like gold, which is in the yellow family, I guess. There are some other yellow hues I like, too. Do you like calm, pretty colors or wild, bright, flashy colors? >> I like both, but I can bear less-saturated colours in greater abundance and for longer than I can bear neons and other hyper-saturated hues. Do you collect coins? >> No. When was the last time you rode a bike? >> It’s been a long time. I got one a couple of years ago but then I realised exactly how out-of-shape I’ve become since moving here and was demoralised. Sometimes I think about those days riding across Brooklyn and through Prospect Park without a care and I’m just. Sad. Have you ever walked on stilts? >> No. Is there anything orange on your computer screen? >> Nope. Do you use Dial-up? >> Well, that dates this survey. Who was the last person that you called? >> --- How many letters are in your middle name? >> Six. Do you collect seashells? >> I’ve done so, in Far Rockaway and such. Have you ever been to New York City? >> As two of the answers I’ve given in this survey so far suggest, I used to live there. Do you like to bake cupcakes? >> No. How old were you 10 years ago? >> 22. Do you age well? >> I mean, I haven’t aged enough to know how well I age. The transition from young adulthood to adulthood did introduce some physical changes that necessitated changes in my lifestyle, but none of those changes were unexpected or particularly negative. I’m hoping I have smooth transitions later on in life, too, but the older one gets, the lower that likelihood. How many lamps are in the room that you are currently in? >> None, it’s daytime. What color is your keyboard? >> The keys are charcoal, the “bed” or whatever is silver. When was the last time that you clipped your fingernails? >> About a week ago, or something. What about your toenails? >> A longer time. I keep putting it off and subsequently forgetting entirely. Have you ever had the chicken pox? >> No. Do you like history? >> Sure, I find it interesting to read about. Do you wear deodorant all the time? >> I mean, as often as I feel is necessary. I reapply it less often in the winter, for example. Do you tend to tangle things up? >> Er, like... wires and stuff? I mean, that just happens regardless of what I do. Can you unknot knots? >> Some. When did you first learn how to tie your shoes? >> I have no idea. How different is the world today, than it was 5 years ago? >> I mean, that sounds like a question for google, not me. What kind of car would you like to have? >> ---

How loud is the volume on your computer? >> It’s muted right now, because no speakers or headphones are connected. Name 5 things that are in your room. >> A bag of chips, an Anubis plushie, an almost-depleted bottle of absinthe, a water bottle, a stepladder. Do you like the number 46? >> I have no associations with it, it doesn’t mean anything to me. Have you ever left your handprint in wet concrete? >> No. Do you vaccuum? >> Yeah. When was the last time that you graduated from a grade? >> 2004. Do you have a nickname? >> Some people still call me Rev, which is cool because it’s still my favourite nickname. People on two Discord servers I’m in call me “Dio” because some form of “Dionysus” is the handle they know me by. Can you wiggle your ears? >> No. Have you ever been in a commercial before? >> No. Have you ever built a castle out of cardboard? >> No. Do you really ever get too old for certain things? >> Well, sure, of course.

Do you like apple juice? >> I do. Can you whistle? >> Sometimes? Like, at some point my mouth just. accidentally figured out how to make the whistling shape properly and sometimes it actually comes out right. Do you celebrate Christmas? >> More or less. Do you have a New Years Resolution? >> No. How thick is your hair? >> It’s quite thick. When it grows out, it becomes very difficult to wash my scalp properly, which is a main reason why I keep it buzzed. Have you ever wanted to grow a beard or mustache? >> Eh, not particularly. I don’t mind having peach fuzz on my chin, though, which is one of my two remaining relics from being on HRT (the other being my voice). Do you use highlighters? >> No. Are you a very traditional person? >> Nope. Do you feel awkward around certain people? >> Well, sure. Do you like bananas? >> Not at all, I hate them. Do you like Febreeze? >> Eh, I get tempted but ultimately I prefer not to use it. How many children do you want? >> Zero will do. How tall are you? >> 5′5″.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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I was supposed to have a super chill day at the museum. But that was stolen from me. And instead I had to do three programs and work the desk for the last hour of the day. My skin is very painful and it's frustrating.

I slept okay but I kept waking up itchy again. It's not even spots I have psoriasis, I'm just itchy?? Allergies maybe? But it isn't fun. I hope tonight is better.

I got up at 7 and Jessica texted me that she needed to me lead a cannery and do D and then do a tour. When originally I was just shadowing and doing one tour. I wasnt thrilled. My throat hurt. I had a bad nose bleed and had blood down my throat and it made me feel raw. But I still said okay. And I wasn't in the best head space. But I got myself together and me and James headed to work.

Caffeine and food didn't even make me feel better. I know I wasn't myself. But it was tough. I had a little time to just sit and enjoy the quiet before my coworkers got in. But it would be okay.

The kids were sweet. It was a good group. And the program went well. I helped O'Malley with fixing up the chases in the print shop. The red press needs to be fixed, I hoped to have time today but I will try to do that Thursday.

The kids did a good job in the cannery. The first one I was just doing labeling and it was fine. Leading the second cannery was alright. I had written the steps on my hand but it wore away by the time I was supposed to go. And so it was a little rough.

But we made it through even if I wasn't exactly doing it in the correct direction. I would have to backtrack and fill things in but that is okay! The kids did a good job, we had some laughs. And soon we were done and cleaning up.

We had the tour next. And it was good. But there was some confusion with the timing and the other half of the class. But it ended up being fine and it was a pretty good tour.

I was glad to be done. After walking them to the first I went and took a little break. I had eaten my sandwich between canneries standing in the break room. But I sat and chilled with my coworkers and that was nice.

I would go check in with James to do some machine demos for the musuem guests. But then Mike asked if I could watch the desk for an hour while they all did a meeting. So I did the desk stuff.

I am not good at the desk stuff!! I don't know where anything is. Half our stuff in the gift shop doesn't have scannable bars. It's a whole thing. I had to call James to come back and help me when I couldn't find a tag. But for the rest of the hour it was all good.

I had some nice little talks with guests. And soon the musuem was closed for the day. And Kristen and O'Malley came up and we talked about the day. And then Jack was there. Jack would hang out with me until James came back from their meeting.

I was glad to be done though. I had to talk on the overhead thing and that is scary! But we finished up the day and I would wait outside in the sun and it was just. Really nice.

It was beautiful outside. It's going to be even warmer tomorrow but it was so nice today.me and James headed home. Their allergies were really bad and their poor nose was so runny. But we made it home and they were able to take an allergy pill and stop looking so sad.

James went for a bike ride while the laundry was finishing up. And I changed and did all my knitting from the weekend. It was nice and sunny in here and it was just really good.

I started not feeling good again. I had a snack but it didn't help a lot. And then once James got back and made us a beautiful dinner it just hurt my stomach. So I was pretty sad about that.

I laid in bed for forever. Just resting. I took a shower and that helped a little but my skin feels bad and very dry in spots and that is very frustrating. But I will be okay.

Now I am in bed. Sweetp is next to me making biscuits. And I am ready to sleep.

Tomorrow I am at the nursery. It is going to be a pretty full day I think. But we will survive.

I hope you all have a great night tonight. Sleep well. Take care of yourselves.

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gwoongi · 5 years

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 ✰ taehyung (8)

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 kim taehyung / reader genre: zombie apocalypse au words: 6106

a/n: spot the merlot murders easter egg :D

warnings: dirty sex, hyper realistic sex, body hair, impreg kink, face riding, the L word, violence, death, gore, graphic imagery, unprotected sex, its a zombie apocalypse ok its ok to be dirty

01. denver ↝ 02. holiday with me ↝ 03. sad forever ↝ 04. surely ↝ 05. scorpion ↝ 06. shakespeare ↝ 07. thrones ↝ 08. moon motel ↝ 09. zombies

Namjoon remembers the day that the news came to California, that the outbreak had gotten worse. Like most, he knew of the war; he knew of Jongun’s scheme to betray South Korea after an alliance that turned to shambles, and he was no fool to the media that went against all laws to stream illegal footage of nuclear sites in Russia, in America, in England, in countries that nobody knew were developing nuclear weapons. After the first North Korean bomb hit in America, and after Namjoon had urgently booked a flight to visit Kyungmin at UCLA, he didn’t think it could get much worse.

Like most idiots who didn’t take the urgent evacuation broadcasts seriously, Namjoon realised how dangerous it was to be in the cities when the military opened up the quarantine zone in the northern section of LA. Small explosives went off, bursting holes through the concrete walls, allowing a tide of infected zombies to surge into the streets.

Namjoon and Kyungmin had been on campus at that time, hauled up in a Lecture Hall used for business majors. It had been just them, with a couple other students who couldn’t afford to make it out in time, with the lights out and the food from the cafeteria in blankets, the whiteboard playing the news right up until the stations shut down to conserve power. The explosions rippled the Earth, shaking the entire Lecture Hall to the point where Kyungmin woke up, rubbing her eyes and searching the hall for her brother. Namjoon and another exchange student called Xell, from Japan, pushed up to the ashy windows and peered outside, seeing the chimney of smoke across the city. Xell muttered something in Japanese, calling out to another group on the front row.

“Okay, Kyungmin, time to go,” Namjoon breathlessly said, stuffing a pistol into her hand. She recoiled for a moment, a strangled noise of surprise slipping out of her mouth, “Okay, honey, you know how to use this, right?”

“Are you serious? Of course I don’t!”

Namjoon brushed it off. “Alright, it’s a semi-auto. You know what that means? Means you gotta load a round into the chamber before shooting. Face it downwards, yeah, pull back the slide, then release it.”

Kyungmin hands shook as he spoke. “Joonie, please-”

“We need to fucking get out of here as fast as we can,” Namjoon continued. Whenever Namjoon got nervous, he had a habit of swearing when it was unnecessary. Over the years, Kyungmin had just learnt to get used to it, especially since everybody in her family besides herself had the exact same habit. Maybe she was adopted, she thought briefly, before being pulled back in by Namjoon’s words. “Okay, yeah, okay? Stay close to me, do not let go of my belt, okay, honey? I know, this is scary, and I’m not making sense, but trust me, something bad is going to happen and we can’t be here when it happens. You get me?”

Kyungmin looked towards the front of the hall, “and what about the others?”

“I can’t save them all, Min.”

“But we might be able to,” she reasoned, tugging at his hand. “Please, Joonie.”

Namjoon hesitated, as if he considered it. And then, outside the window, a series of howls and growls rang through the vents and he shook his head, a look of agitation spreading across his face. “No. Kyungmin, I’m sorry, I love you, but we can’t, I gotta keep you safe, okay baby? Yeah?”

“Everybody makes tough calls, I get that, but we can save them,” Kyungmin ranted, confused and scared, emotional, empathetic. “They’re my friends, Namjoon, I can’t just leave them-”

“We are gonna die if we stay here, Kyungmin!”

Namjoon never raised his voice. In response, his sister froze, the gun halting in shivers.

“And I am not being held accountable for your death,” he continued, shaking his head with every word, his hands smoothing back her hair that was by now, greasy and thick. “Please, Kyungmin. Please.”

Namjoon doesn’t remember the entire scenario, but he remembers escaping the hall moments before the windows fell through, splintering the students left inside, and bodies with peeling skin and bloody blisters became crawling through the open spaces, their teeth rotten and sharp, fingernails like talons.

UCLA was worse; smoke engulfed the outdoor campus, with dust in the air and debris on the pavement, a bike upside down with blood and an arm poking out from underneath a fallen side of the building. The wheel moved in the wind. This had happened recently.

Taking hostage of a black Peugeot, Namjoon and Kyungmin barely escaped the embrace of death, driving crazily through the scenes of that end-of-the-world movie, where buildings collapsed and fires spread in each apartment, bodies falling like leaves from a tree to the concrete with sickening thuds and explosive red bursts. In the sky, Kyungmin could see the distinct colours of a military helicopter, the side doors open, a zombie hanging from the legs, and another being tossed out of the side and down onto the floor. It landed with a human thud straight ahead in the road, and three seconds later, pulled itself up to a standing position and stared at the front window of the stolen Peugeot.

People were running, screaming, covered in flames or blood or dirty hands and rotten mouths, crashes and bangs and explosions bursting Kyungmin’s eardrums as she flinched, watching a nearby gas station burst into ember. At this point, she didn’t know if the screams were human or not.

“What the fuck is this?” Kyungmin asked frantically, cradling her ears as blood dripped from her left eardrum. “This is seriously some sort of fucked up Train to Busan shit.”

“It’s the fucking military,” Namjoon cursed, veering to the right sharply to avoid a mother cradling a baby. He stepped on the breaks just as sharp, looking back to the mother and shouting for Kyungmin to open the back door. As she turned to do so, the mother fell with a breath of wheezy air to the floor, stains of red jumping to the window. Namjoon blinked, and hit the gas.

The military had betrayed them- they weren’t protecting them at all. No, no, no; the military were setting them up. They were letting the issue get too wild, and then they released it to the public, letting innocent people die, throwing bombs onto the cities. On the radio that seemed to still be in signal, Namjoon realised California was a hell of a lot safer than the likes of Houston, which apparently, “just saw thousands of casualties after a Napalm bomb, the same model used in Vietnam in the 60’s and 70’s.” Yeah, Namjoon was fucking lucky that he was in California, although, things seemed to be just as bad here as it would be anywhere.

It felt like a scene from the movie 2012, where the Earth opened up and underground trains fell and crashed into giant ravines pulled out of nothing, and multi storey car-parks gave way and cars drove themselves off cliffs. Only, it was much more preserved, with the same amount of panic, and with every dead person jumping back up sixteen seconds later to complete the cycle. As he drove, further towards the trees, all he could see was fire, burning everything and everyone, the wildlife jumping from the burning safety of their homes covered in flames, the baby deer running ahead as their mother rolled over, putting out the flames, following her family further into the city where Kyungmin saw, through the mirror, that the zombies avoided them.

For some reason, Namjoon thought of all this when Taehyung pulled up at a motel in a secular part of the journey-to-wherever-, located in a circle of dead trees, the moon logo no longer working. The Moon Motel, in all its glory. Namjoon hopped out of the van when it stopped rolling, feeling unusually weird. Maybe it was the memory of California. Maybe it was the fact that nothing he wanted to happen was happening. Or, maybe it was simply because he was starving, and tired, and disgustingly dirty.

“Hey, I’ve read about this place.”

Hoisting his backpack higher up over his shoulder, Taehyung moved to look at Kyungmin as she jumped out of the back of the van, drawing closer to the motel, “Yeah?”

“Mm. A journalist said that it used to be in a chain of motels, spaced across the globe,” she continued, following Taehyung towards the building with her hands in her back pockets. “Apparently, some rich fancy poly couple owned it after the previous owners died.”

“Oh. That’s sad.”

“Yeah, the article said that the poly couple, the new owners, were vampires.” She laughed gently, tossing her jaw upwards to inhale the oily smell in the air. “Imagine that.”

Taehyung was about to make a comment about how vampires weren’t real, but then he remembered that he lived in a world where dead people came back to life to eat everybody. Suddenly, the idea of vampires didn’t seem so impossible after-all.

And like everywhere else in the apocalypse, the Moon Motel had seen better days. The front door was busted, mostly covered in mossy mould and turning yellow around the handle. The interior was mostly stable, smelling stale and wet, with the golden couches and a brown suede suite that Namjoon sat down on with a hefty sigh, thankful to sit somewhere that wasn’t the van.

“I doubt there’s much here,” he said tiredly, waving in the direction of the kitchens. “I take it rooms are somewhere out back.” He yawned, “knock yourselves out…”

Kyungmin hummed quietly, finally overcoming the car sickness. “One of us should keep watch. I noticed a ladder to the roof. I’ll stay up there for a few hours ‘til one of you’s comes up to switch. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Taehyung nodded. Before leaving for the back bedrooms, Taehyung called Kyungmin’s name and tossed her a revolver, the bullets clinking as she caught it in her hands. “Just in-case,” he added with a friendly smile, and she nodded, dipping her head to look at her feet as she hurried past the two of you. She shut the door firmly behind her. Namjoon lay, passed out, on the brown couch and Taehyung threw you a look over his shoulder, nodding in the direction of the rooms. “Sleepover?”

The bedrooms were in a satisfactory condition. Although not as chic or glam as they could have been before the world began to end, it looked expensive, with golden interior and a chandelier with no accessories, and burnt candles with wax leaking down off the shelf, like icicles. The bed, an egg shape on top of a platform that crumbled, lay untouched, the sheets still messy as if someone had only just clambered out of them.

“This is nice,” Taehyung commented off-handedly, dumping his bag by the door. “Never been to fancy places like this before.”

You shook your head, “Me neither. I could never afford to leave Denver.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked. Despite being distracted by checking the room was secure, his tone was laced with sincerity, with interest, a genuine interest nobody had ever really shown you before. “How come?”

“Family trouble,” you replied truthfully. “Kind of a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” he assured.

“Not now,” you answered, shrugging off Taehyung’s jacket, setting it on top of the vanity with a quick inhale. The room smelt used, with the faint aroma of nicotine and a vanilla perfume, the wet smell of armpits. Taehyung shrugged in reply, not really in any position to demand a backstory.

A few moments later, after you sat down on top of surprisingly intact silk bed sheets, Taehyung poked his head out of the bathroom with a smile- “hey, the loo works in here!”

“Woah,” you replied. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung confirmed. He laughed, finding it funny that he was sharing an excitement with someone over the primitive use of a toilet. “Maybe now I can take a shit without feeling like people are watching me.”

Laughing, you watched as Taehyung stepped across the room, joining you on the egg bed. “Truthfully, how long’s it been since you actually took a shit?”

“I don’t even know,” he muttered. He moved to lay back on the sheets, his arm that had slung around your waist bringing you down to join him, like two little sardines in a tin. “This feels so good.”

You hummed in reply, curling to stuff your face in the crook of his armpit.

You lay like that for a while, feeling so utterly safe and relaxed and calm and quiet, until Taehyung wriggled on the bed and sat upright, a frown tugging on his lips.

Glancing at him, you rolled over onto your back. “Everything okay?”

He inhaled a breath. “Y/N, I was so afraid of losing you today.”

Oh. You hadn’t been expecting that, at all. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you stared at Taehyung with a confused expression. “Huh? Where’s this coming from?”

“It’s been on my mind for ages, and I said so in the barn that I didn’t wanna lose you, I said it in the trailer park, and I’m saying it again now- no, don’t interrupt, please, just let me get it all out.” He sighed, continuing: “Y/N, I think the world of you. I just feel so protective of you and there’s this weird thing in my head that makes me act funny whenever something revolves around you. It’s not fucking love- no, it’s not love, but, it hurts. Thinking about losing you fucking hurts my head. And, that- that thing today, the thing we saw, that’s what I’m afraid of. Not afraid of walkers coming for us, no, you’re strong, you can take them. But, God, I’m so afraid of someone hurting you, someone intelligent with a gun that doesn’t miss a target, from someone who is aware that they’re causing pain. Y/N, I don’t even know what I’m saying or why I’m saying it but I adore you so much. Sometimes, I forget there was even a time where it wasn’t just me and you. You know what? Fuck- it might be love. How long has it been? You don’t have to know someone ages to love them.”

“Taehyung, I-”

“And,” he rasped, his hands quivering. He didn’t even feel you reach to hold them, “today was so scary because I didn’t want to lose you or anybody else in the van and I need to get this off my chest because it’s killing me and every day we face a new threat and danger, and fuck, if I die tomorrow, I don’t wanna die knowing I never told you that I cared about you. God, I’m so thankful to be here with you right now. I don’t have anything else left.”

“Hey, Tae, please-”

“No matter what,” by now, Taehyung was close to tears, choking on his own words, “you keep finding something to fight for. I have nothing else to lose- you’re the only thing keeping me on this Earth right now, Y/N. You’re the only thing I have left. With you, I feel invincible. Y/N- I love you so much, you know that?” He paused, sniffing, cradling your face with his hands. Taehyung lifted it up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing away a tear that hung down your face, “Yeah? You know that, right baby?”

He felt a nod against his hands, “Mm. I know.”

“You mean the world to me,” Taehyung whispered. He couldn’t fucking see- God, he was crying, like a little baby, choking on his own salty tears. “‘m gonna fight to get you somewhere safe, okay? I swear, baby, I’ll kill every damned biter on this Earth, just as long as you’re safe.”

Taehyung had moved significantly closer to you throughout his talking, his knees touching your own, the hotness of his breath on your cheek. He visibly jerked when you laughed quietly, your mouth against the palm of his hand. A gentle kiss, and then, “you said biter instead of walker.”

He laughed, too. “Hey, I just...I just said all of that, and that’s what you have to say?”

You joined in his laughter, the sound filling the room like a vinyl. Taehyung then bundled you in his arms, collecting you, picking you up off the sheets and onto his thighs, his nose brushing against your own. He felt his eyes go cross eyed, taking in all of your features up-close for one of the first times ever. He’d never noticed the small mole in your cupid's bow, or the little cut that over time had scarred into a fossil white, just below your left eye. Oh, how much he loved the little things, the flaws that would have once made a difference in an Instagram following, flaws that would have defined you, that do now but in a completely different way. He held in a breath, without realising, questioning how he went so long without saying something, without having a moment of realisation that you are his everything.

As a silence fell across the room, Taehyung smoothed his hands up your arms, exploring the skin, until they came to cup your head, as if it were a delicate doll that required careful handling. Like an open book, you read his face, noticing how his eyes appeared softer, a quirk in the corner of his lips bringing his mouth upwards to a smile, his eyes unusually glassy. He stroked your hair gently, his bottom lip curling upwards and then, it became apparent that he was trying not to cry.

Taehyung brought your face closer, his nose nudging against yours, his eyes closed and eyelids stuck together with tears. He opened his mouth, as if debating to speak, but stopped, opening his eyes to stare at the way you bashfully shrank in his hands. He moved closer, his lips brushing against yours, and his brows knitted together when you moved away, your fingers curling around his wrists with a childish whine that he apparently liked.

“What?” he murmured quietly. His eyes glanced upwards: “Ah, shit. Is this too much-? I can stop, we can stop, I’m sorry, ‘m sorry-”

“No, it’s just-” you began, cutting off with a tight laughter. Taehyung retracted, staring at you with an uncomfortably anxious expression.

“I,” he started, shaking his head gently, “I thought we were on the same page.”

All at once, you tightly held onto his hands with a firm shake of your head. “We are, Tae, it’s just- fuck. I’m ugly. And my skin is dirty and my hair is greasy and God knows what my legs and armpits look like right now. I look so...conventionally unattractive.” You scoffed, “Everything I hated about myself before all this started is back and I just- I don’t know how you can like me.”

As expected, Taehyung didn’t say anything for a few moments. He sat, silently, staring at your face, and you watched his eyes flit from various spaces. From your eyes, to the middle of your brows, to the dirt on your cheek, to your sunken cheekbones, to the acne scarring that had faded over time on the apple of your right cheek, the On Its Way Out pimple on your chin and the chapped skin of your lips. For a moment, you thought he might not answer at all, that he might sit up and back away, sleeping in the room next door. Or worse, he could laugh, criticise each flaw that made you feel ugly, revert back to the old norm of society where body hair was seen as illegal on women, and acne was gross and dry skin was dirty and a tiny bit of monobrow hair was unlady-like.

Taehyung’s mouth made a noise, the noise of lifting your tongue up and down, the sound of chewing a banana until it was mush. “But, baby...it’s natural.”

He laughed gently, “Everything about you is natural. D’you think I expect to find a Brazilian wax down there? Babe, we’re in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. I don’t care about any of that, none of that even matters anymore. Neither of us have washed our hair in like, well, forever, you think I care about it?” Taehyung reheld your head, “You hear me, yeah? I love you.”

There was no necessary reply; with a mutter of, “I love you so much”, Taehyung didn’t think he really needed anything more.

He wasted no time in bringing your face towards his, his fingers on your chin and jaw, guiding you closer, wrapping you snug to his torso as if skin to skin wasn’t close enough. Each kiss was different, more passionate and wild and sensual and everything in between, his hands palming at your skin, pawing your lower body like an impatient kitten wanting milk.

“Have you done this before?” he muttered, his arms around you as you shakily brought your trousers down your thighs. With one arm, he held your waist and with the other, he wrapped it around to help you wriggle out of your clothes, bunching them up in his fist and tossing them away from the bed.

“Yes,” you replied in an equally soft tone, speaking through pouty lips. “Many times.”

Taehyung made a noise of approval. “Oh? This makes things more interesting.”

“It does?” you asked, shifting in his lap. He groaned quietly, his hands jumping to your middle. “You say it as if you’ve never done this before.”

He shrugged slightly. “Was a long time ago. With someone I didn’t really like that much.” A hand on his crotch. “Fuck- was a one time thing. Haven’t done it since.”

“Oh? This makes things very interesting, indeed.”

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

He smiled when you let out a giggle. “Smart boy.”

Taehyung hummed, a sort of reply, and wrapped his hands back around the back of your head, his fingers pulling you forward to meet his lips in a hard kiss. The force was sharp, splitting your lip on the inside, but the pain was pleasure.

It was clearly apparent that he knew what he was doing- his grip was experienced, and it left you breathless. Taehyung- at some point- lifted himself up to shimmy free from his jeans. The bulge in his pants did not go unnoticed, and neither did the breathless moan that left your lips when his erection sprang free, a salute like a soldier.

Taehyung hissed in a breath at the feeling of your hand wrapping around his stiffness, his eyes closing. On top, you muttered something he missed entirely, too focused on the feeling of your palm cupping his dick and balls. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, the words stuck in a clump in the middle of his throat, his fingers quivering like thighs after an orgasm. He moved, slightly. You moved too, with him, to squat over his thighs.

“Na-need lube,” he sighed shakily, his hands nonetheless prodding at your inner thighs. He hooked a finger underneath your underwear, his fingers basically already touching your genitals. “These gotta come off too.”

“You think I’m just carrying round lube with me?” you replied with a frown. Moving off his thighs, you shimmied further down, your face downcast. “I’ll just spit.”

“‘snot enough.”

“It’ll have to do.”

Grunt. “You got a condom?”

“No, but I’ve got faith in the fact you’ll pull out.”

“Pulling out’s not protection.”

You sighed with exasperation. “Well, let’s hope for the best. It’s this or nothing, babe.”

Babe. He writhed. “Whatever. I’m ready to be a Dad.”

With his help, and by help, it meant Taehyung didn’t remove his hooked finger as you pulled down your panties. At the sight of Taehyung now somewhat level with your pussy, you felt self-conscious. Insecure and ugly. After a dragged out moment of simply staring, he softly cursed, a gentle, “fuck”, and he curiously curled a finger between your folds, mindful of the tame hair, unbothered.

“Yeah, well,” you groaned, head back between your shoulder-blades, “if we’re still knocking around by the time this is all over, I’ll let you be the Dad of my kids.”

“Mm, yeah?” Taehyung hummed, oddly vacant. His eyes were glazed, lost looking. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me filling you up? Putting a kid in you?”

“Mhmpf!”

“Imagine our kids,” he huffed, three fingers up there. You whined as two scissored. “God, I want you. Wanna fill you up with my cum, put a baby in you. I want a life with you.”

“What? Like we aren’t having a life right now?”

He removed his fingers, a coating of juice and white covering his fingers, drooling like wax on a candle. “Nah, this ain’t life. We’re living, sure, but this ain’t a life. ‘M gonna get you out, I promise. Gonna go somewhere safe.”

He doesn’t say anything else after that, except the occasional fuck or shit, or intake of breath. Taehyung thought to himself, with the nape of his neck resting on the low headboard of the premium suite bed, watching you settle over his crotch with a look of need, want, and love, that if this were happening three years ago, he’d have taken his time. He would have gone to lengths to take you on dates, to visit the bowling alley that his friend Nate back at Uni worked at part-time, or to the diner owned by a chain that started in Chicago. For sure, he would have prepared lube and condoms, and flowers in a glass rose, twenty candles or something, rose petals in the bathtub for after, meringue in the freezer and Ultraviolence on the vinyl.

But now, in a world where losing someone has the same probability of seeing someone on the street outside your house, Taehyung couldn’t care less about taking his time. This time tomorrow, he could be dead. He won’t be, but he could be.

That’s what he told himself as he watched you take his cock with one hand, too small for his girth, and groaned with his fist wrapped around your hair as your mouth wrapped around his length. He told himself again when you settled down on his middle, sitting on his cock, one hand on his tummy and the other back on his thigh, the cowgirl on a horse, facing him instead of away. And again when he straightened up off the headboard, wrapping his arms around your body, one hand on your lower back and the other running along your wrist raised in the air like silk on skin, and again when you rolled forward in a wave to kiss him, to kiss him like you’d never kissed anybody before.

And God, it was some kiss. It was the kind of kiss a lover gave to their other half when they came back from the army, the kind of kiss where you’re physically afraid of moving away in-case they disappear. Taehyung had never, ever felt so loved, so wanted, so content with somebody in his entire life, and there was a margin of possibility that this could be the last time he ever kissed somebody, or held somebody. In any case, it was the first and last time he’d ever tell someone he loved them.

For some reason, he laughed as you sank down on him, a breathy giggle against the curve of your neck. You rested your hands on his shoulders, stabling yourself, and you peered down at him with a smile: “Enjoying yourself?”

He nodded with a small laugh. “Fuck yeah. Wish I had my phone, would have recorded this so I could watch it over again.”

“You’re into that?”

“I can be.”

“Dirty boy,” you said.

Taehyung lifted his hips to meet your thrusting, a shaky whimper making him grin. “I don’t wanna forget this moment.”

“Who says you’ll forget?”

He groaned at that. You moved faster, sinking up and down, skin sweaty and shining, your hips rocking forward and a shy hand between your breasts.

It’s nothing special, if Taehyung compared it to stuff before the outbreak. He’s a lad- he’s watched porn, he knew how things went if you had enough time, and lights, and patience. But, to Taehyung, this was bliss. Having a moment of intimacy with you was something his heart swelled with joy at, and his hold around your body tightened with every tight thrust, every slowing rise and fall, right up until the pivotal moment of release. Taehyung moaned, louder than ever, his mouth hanging open and lids half-closed, watching you through his thick eyelashes as you significantly slowed down.

“Cah-can’t hold it, Tae,” you said quietly, your voice close to a whisper if anything.

He gently took your forearm, sending an encouraging squeeze. “It’s okay, baby. ‘s okay.”

You whimpered softly, the high-pitched wheeze sending blood rushing to Taehyung’s dick, twitching inside you, begging for release. Impatient, Taehyung moved his hands to your lower body, one on your hip, the other underneath your ass, helping you deliver deep bounces until the gates opened; when you came, you saw white. You could see the white walls of a square room, everything white and pastel yellow, the figure of a man stepping towards you with a suit and tie, the man being Taehyung, his hair longer than it is now, shiny, plastic, fake, not real, a dream, not real- when you came, the weird, offhand smell of lemonade filled your nose as a dribble of creamy white ran down the vein of Taehyung’s cock.

Your arms gave way, weakened after your hard work, and Taehyung lifted you up off his dick to simply hover above him with thighs on either side of his hips. Once he removed himself with a slick sound, he let out a large exhale of breath, the tone gravelly and animalistic in some sense. Resting your hands on his shoulders, although they moved in jitters across his body, from his collarbones to his neck to the tuft of hair sticking up on his head, you gently eased yourself down, running the wetness back along the tip of his dick, your eyes widening when he groaned loudly; one hand cupping his balls and the other on your hip with his arm wrapped underneath your ass, Taehyung let out a gruff, “fuck”, and let go, cum splashing up onto your cunt, dripping like a leak in the roof, spread like cake frosting.

Reluctantly, Taehyung let his arm slip, giving way and letting you drop onto his thighs with a tired thud. He stared, dazed, bringing his fingers to join at your hair, pulling away the knots. After all that, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shyly moving out of his eye to hide your body, a slight dusting of rose on your cheekbones. Taehyung whined softly, his hand wrapping around your wrist- “Hey, are you alright?”

“Mm,” you replied quietly, looking to him with an admiring gaze. He paused, pleased. Dropping your gaze to your bare cunt, Taehyung’s gaze followed, a smile pulling at his lips. In fact, his brow even quirked with satisfaction, exactly like planned. “Just gotta clean this up.”

“I could help,” he offered. Implying that he would get on his knees and lick the mess away, of course. You flushed.

“Taehyung, I dunno, that sounds kind of-” you began, but, catching sight of the way his face widened at the thought, his eyes glued to the stickiness of your vagina, his fingers tapping erratically on the sides of your thighs.

“Just like a bath, only rougher.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely accurate,” you breathed, practically burning with mortification when Taehyung shuffled down the bed to lay down on his shoulder-blades, his elbows propping him up almost expectantly, like a dog waiting for dinner. Curving your brow, you simply watched him, curious.

“What, you worried about the taste?” he asked bluntly, smiling as an afterthought. “The smell?”

“Yes, and yes,” you admitted, stroking his V-line with one finger, a feathery touch that made him shudder. “I mean...the hair…”

He groaned in amusement, his head falling backwards. “Y/N,” he exclaimed, his mouth widening to reveal the same set of weirdly white teeth. “Most males have hair and women still go down on them. D’ythink it’ll be different for me to do it? Honestly,” he huffed dramatically, taking your hand whilst supporting his body with a single elbow, “I’m not picky like that. I’m seriously the best person you could have sex with, really.”

“...Lucky me,” you sighed, after a breath of thought. His eyes flashed open wide for a split second, content with that answer.

Taehyung smirked through a chuckle, one produced by the tension in his throat, and tapped his chin with his finger, coated in dried cum, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, “sit.”

(And sit, you did.)

“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

As if it had just been touched by the demon underneath the bed, you pulled your leg back underneath the sheets of the motel bed, wrapping it around Taehyung’s legs, out in a starfish position.

You glanced up at him. “Hm?”

His Adams bobbed up and down, as if it was suddenly hard to swallow. “Joel Miller said that. The Last of Us, 2014, Naughty Dog. A story of a man who got loaded with a 14 year old, smuggling her across America to become the cure to humankind. He said that to her, at the end of the game.”

“Oh, yeah?” you muttered, face smushed against his breast. “It’s a nice thing to say.”

He made a noise of agreement, but it fell short. “Yeah, but wanna know the context? He got selfish. At the start of the game, he loses a daughter, probably the same age as Ellie when he finds her.”

“Who’s Ellie again?”

“The girl.”

“Oh, right.”

“Ellie is immune to the zombie apocalypse- I mean, how fucking fortunate? She’s being taken to this gang of scientists to become the cure, but he kills them all when they try and kill her to take brain samples, or something. Anyway, he takes her back to his brother’s little camp in the woods, and just before the game ends, he tells her that. He looked at her, said to her face, “No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.” She made him swear to it.”

You hummed with interest, propping your chin underneath his nipple to stare up at him, enthralled by the shadows cast on his face from the angle. “You like that quote?”

“It applies,” he explained, moving his hair from his forehead. “Back in New York...ah-” he inhaled a breath. New York brought back a flood of memories, that was obvious. It seemed as if talking about it was difficult, and you rested a hand on his bicep with a meek smile, “you don’t have to say it, baby.”

“No, no,” he continued, not rudely. “I want to. Look...I lost my sister. For all I know, she’s dead. I mean, I hope she’s not, but when we got separated in New York...man, I lost it. My body went into a shutdown, I searched New York with a baseball bat with nails, some stolen gun I didn’t know how to use properly. My mate, Bogum, was with me for a bit, before he left with his friends to go somewhere better. As if there’s anywhere better. My sister was everything I had in America, and losing her like that...I just, shut down. My body couldn’t cope.

“Point is, is that I don’t wanna lose anybody again. I don’t want to lose you like I lost her, Y/N,” he rasped, his chest filled with something tight. It felt like he was breathing poison. He repeated the quote, lost in the words, his eyes closed gently.

You sat up completely, looking down at him with a washed over expression. His lips pulled back to a frownish smile, his fingers reaching to loop a strand of hair behind your ear. “Should cut your hair.”

“That’s enough video game references from you tonight, Tae,” you laughed breathily, pulling your hair back to fall down your back. “But, yes. I agree. Help me cut it tomorrow?”

He nodded against the pillows, bringing you down to join a kiss, and then press your nose to the shell of his ear. “Course. I’d do anything for you.”

And it went without question.

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