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ladykailitha · 5 months

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The Fallen

I blame @vecnuthy for this entirely. Seeing all their Sleep Token posts has completely intersected with Steddie and you get this.

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Modern AU: Corroded Coffin makes it big. Like Metallica levels huge. Like every up and coming metal band is clamoring to open for them levels of fame. When this metal band, The Fallen comes on the scene and are dismissed as glam rock wannabes.

They are very theatrical. They are dressed in long coats with hoods and face masks. The guitarist, bassist, and drummer all have full Venetian masks of different colors. The bassist has one that looks like a starry night (but not Starry Night if you know what I mean). The Guitarist has a red devil’s mask, horns and all. The drummer is in a black death mask. The eyes of the mask are closed and it looks eerie as fuck. The most dramatic of the masks belong to the lead singer. He wears an opaque white lace mask with the mouth and chin cut out so he can sing.

Their outfits match their masks.

The lead singer, Abbadon, the fallen angel is in all in white with a splash of color on the lining of his coat. Sometimes it’s pink or baby blue, sometimes it one of the colors of bandmates, black or red or starry midnight blue. He wears high heeled boats and not always of the combat variety. Once he wore stilettos with a baby blue stripe up the side. It’s the outfit that gets made into dolls and merch the most. Most of the time he’s shirtless, but has been known to switch it up with lace or sheer tops.

The guitarist plays up the devil persona to a tee and calls himself Asmodeus, the demon of lust. Red leather and fetish gear. Thick red combat boots. His guitar is even blood red.

The bassist is called Astraeus, the titan of the night. While in certain light his clothes look black, but they are in fact a dark blue with bright stars, swirling galaxies, and glowing nebulae. His bass is of the night sky as well.

And finally the drummer, Azrael. Angel of death. Always in black. His drum kit is black with black metal fittings. Even his drumsticks are black.

Like I said, at first dismissed as wannabes but they are killing it. It’s clear that not only are they talented, their flare for the dramatic adds to their mystique. Soon they are the new rising stars of metal.

Dustin is their biggest fan. He loves them. Eddie is offended at the highest level. How dare this little butthead like The Fallen. Dustin rolls his eyes.

“Dude, Corroded Coffin is still number one in my book,” he tells Eddie. “But you can’t deny that Abbadon is a beast on vocals.”

Eddie is forced to concede the point. Abbadon knows how to really get the through to the emotion of a song.

So when Dustin gets front row tickets to The Fallen’s concert in Indy, Eddie reluctantly joins the little twerp.

And the concert starts. First the drummer gets lowered into his seat on giant raven wings.

“Azrael!” the announcer calls out.

And the crowd goes wild.

The man slips out of the harness and wings ascend. Eddie cocks his head, yeah all right that’s kinda cool.

Azrael hits his drums and the bassist gets lowered on to the stage. All shimmering blues and purples, like actual stars, lands deftly on the stage and Azrael hits the high hat.

“Astraeus!”

The crowd is frantic now. Screaming and jumping up and down.

As soon as the wings are unstrapped and lifted away Astraeus riffs on his bass and the crowd eats it up.

Eddie likes this one. It’s unique.

Then Azrael starts up again as another man is lowered and it takes everything in Eddie’s power not to roll his eyes at this one. Red leather gear, horned mask, and fucking bat wings.

He stomps on the stage and really wails on his guitar. Eddie looks over to see that Dustin is absolutely eating it with the rest of them so he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

“Asmodeus!”

Dustin is vibrating so hard that Eddie’s fears he might literally crawl out of his skin with excitement.

And then the entire stadium goes silent. Like stock still. Eddie is looking around him confused.

He looks back at the stage and there descends the absolute most devastatingly handsome man Eddie has ever seen and he hasn’t seen his face.

His arms are out stretched and his head is bowed. Once he lands air cannons shoot out white feathers out at the crowd and the wings ascend without this man.

“Abbadon!” the announcer screams for the final time.

“Indy!” he shouts into his mouthpiece.

And the crowd screams could deafen the most resilient of metal goer.

Abbadon starts singing and the crowd is losing their god damn minds. And yeah, yeah. Eddie is one of them.

They’ve got a stage presence that can’t be manufactured.

And then about half way through the concert he sees it. Abbadon turns his head just right and holy fuck, Eddie is losing his mind for a different reason. He manages to take a picture with his phone before Abbadon turns.

After the concert Eddie grills Dustin about the band all the way home. But the only thing the kid knows is how awesome the band is.

He gets to the hotel and starts watching every interview with The Fallen ever. And he pulls up one from about a year or so back where Abbadon is talking about the masks.

Abbadon pulls out a black mask and holds it up to the light. “See? You can tell that the eyes have mesh covering over them. They work the way two way mirrors do. Azrael can see out of them just fine, but you can’t see in.”

There are a lot of impressed nods, Eddie is definitely one of them. That’s certainly a neat trick.

“So what’s the reason for the masks at all?” the interviewer asks.

Abbadon looks at the members of his band and they all nod. He licks his lips.

“Because if we had been ourselves when we started on the scene,” he said, “we would have be called posers and we wouldn’t have even gotten this far.”

Eddie paused the video and took a deep breath.

Fuck.

Just then Jeff wanders into the hotel room and looks at the TV.

“Is that The Fallen?”

Eddie hums. “Yup.”

Jeff grabs a drink from the mini-fridge and makes his way over. “Oh hey is that poser interview?”

Eddie hums again.

“He can’t really be serious about that,” Jeff says with a huff. “No one in the metal scene would call anyone posers, not if they truly loved the music.”

“We would have,” Eddie says with a finality that brings Jeff up short.

“The fuck we would have, man,” Jeff snaps. “There’s no way.”

“We would have it was Steve Harrington’s band.”

Jeff’s eyes go wide. “There is no way that’s Steve Harrington.”

Eddie pulls out his phone and zooms in on Abbadon’s neck. He hands his phone to Jeff.

“Okay so the dude has moles on his neck,” he says handing the phone back, “lots of people have them.”

Eddie goes through his phone and pulls up a picture of Steve. He’s not in the exact same pose but it’s close enough. He hands the phone to Jeff again.

Jeff squints and then zooms in.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Eddie drapes his hand over his mouth and purses his lips.

“Steve Harrington in a metal band,” Jeff says in awe. “All be damned.”

“When The Fallen came on the scene,” Eddie says dropping his hand so his talk, “we were outselling Metallica in records and ticket sales. If the rest of the band are preps like Steve we would have mocked them relentlessly.”

Jeff sits down hard on the sofa next to Eddie. “Shit.”

Eddie buries his head in his hands.

“We got to tell someone, man,” Jeff says. “This is huge!”

Eddie in his haste to look at Jeff accidentally hits the remote.

“Do you think you’ll ever do a reveal?” the interviewer asks.

Asmodeus leans over to speak in the microphone. “Ask us again in ten years if we’re still selling out crowds.”

Eddie fumbles it again, but manages to turn off the TV.

Jeff and he looks at each other.

“We can’t say shit, man,” Eddie hisses. “It would be like outing someone as gay or trans before they want to.”

Jeff slumps in his seat. “Fuck. Yeah. You’re right. Shit.”

They’re silent for a moment.

Eddie cocks his head to the side. “What I don’t get is how the kids don’t know.”

Jeff opens his mouth and then closes it. He shakes his head slowly. “Sorry but if I was Steve I wouldn’t tell them shit either.”

Eddie frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Look,” Jeff says turning to face him, “they’re great kids. Brilliant D&D players, nerds, geeks, and dorks the lot of them. But I would not trust them with a secret that big.”

Eddie thought about all the time that they accidentally blurted out something that didn’t make sense out of context, but once you knew, holy shit was it a miracle these kids didn’t get into more trouble.

“Yeah okay.”

After a moment of silence Eddie looks over and frowns at Jeff. “What are you doing my hotel room anyway?”

Jeff holds up his beer. “Your beer was cold, I forgot to put mine in the fridge when we got in.”

“Asshole,” Eddie grouses, bumping Jeff’s shoulder.

Jeff kisses his cheek. “You love me though.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Steve is in his dressing room after their last concert of the tour for their second album scrubbing the hell out of his face because that mask is prone to giving him the worst breakouts, when he notices the blue roses.

He gets a lot of flowers but never blue roses. He rinses off his face and walks over to the them.

There’s a note and he thinks he recognizes the handwriting. It’s short and sweet and absolutely terrifying.

“I know your secret, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’ll never tell.”

It’s not signed, but the ‘sweetheart’ gives it away.

He messages Robin.

“Get Eddie Munson in here right now!”

She protests that she doesn’t know where he is. But Steve knows he has to still be in the building and sure enough she finds Eddie waiting in the wings, looking smug as hell.

Her eyes go wide and cursing up a storm drags him into the dressing room.

She presses her back to the door.

“Who told?” she squeaks.

Eddie laughs. “No one, I swear.”

“Then how did you know?” Steve asks.

He hands Steve his phone with the picture he took at the concert. Robin wanders over to peak over Steve’s shoulder.

“So it’s a picture of his neck,” she murmurs.

But suddenly Steve gets it. “It’s my moles!”

Eddie nods, pressing his lips together so he doesn’t giggle.

“Shit!” Robin hisses. “Do you think anyone else figured it out?”

“I doubt it,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I’m just obsessive that way.”

“About moles?” Robin says with a frown.

“With Steve.”

Robin blinks. “Right I’m out of here.”

She closes the door behind her and they are left alone.

The night ends with Eddie in Steve’s bed asking him for The Fallen to join Corroded Coffin on their next tour next year and there is no way Steve could say no to that. His bandmates would kill him.

They go on tour and the hardest part is dodging rumors that Eddie is two timing Steve with Abbadon because when The Fallen and Corroded Coffin perform together they make out on stage.

Then for The Fallen’s ten anniversary they do a reveal and Dustin is livid.

Robin and Steve had been telling him for years that they were just low level PAs and not a famous rockstar and his equally mysterious manager.

They’re forgiven when Steve tells him that half the songs on the first album are about him and the rest of the kids.

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This is just a rough draft. I might expand on it in full later.

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lovestaysblogs · 2 months

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I would love to see one with chan where they’re friends and she’s going on a date and he doesn’t want her too! Maybe a bit of angst/a mini fight but he ends up confessing and she reciprocates it would be so cuteee!! :)))

miscommunicated love

pairing: bang chan x reader word count: 1531 genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, unrequited (but not really) warnings: none network: @skzstarnet request by: @missvanjii

Sometimes you wonder if you deserve love. The red and white decor across town was a blur as the bus drove to your workplace. After twenty-four years of being single the holiday was just another day for you. It neither makes you happy nor sad. What you really yearned for was romantic love. No, a correction. Returned romantic love.

Your heels click clack upon entering your work building. A small smile is on your face as you say your greetings and sit at your cubicle, preparing yourself for the work day ahead of you. A message comes in from one of your friends, Chan. You don’t check it.

Three years ago you met Chan at a friend’s housewarming event. You became close to Haewon very quickly, even though she was your new coworker. And after numerous lunches and dinners, she became one of your best friends in this foreign country. Haewon told you about Chan before you two met. She emphasized how well you two would get along because you both were movie nerds. And that’s where it started.

This push and pull, the picking petals of roses, does he love me, does he love me not.

“We should see a movie together, since we both love them,” He joked.

I’m sure Haewon drilled into his mind that we must meet as well.

“Wait, I would actually be down for that if you’re serious,”

A shy smile crept on his face as he scratched the back of his head slightly nodding along to the idea, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

He cleared his throat as he took your phone and punched in his number.

“I’m looking forward to it,”.

After you two finally made arrangements, you began to wonder. Is this a date?

You questioned Haewon.

“Well, are you guys going alone or did he invite another friend? What exactly did he say over text?”

And the spiral began. You were too nervous to ask Chan if it was a date, because what if it was and then he got weirded out that you couldn’t just pick that up from the first time or he thinks you don’t want it to be a date, when in reality you do and then he decides he no longer wants to go out with you.

If it is a date do you dress up? But what if it isn’t and then you just look awkwardly dressed up for nothing and he thinks you’re weird but what if it is and you don’t dress up and he thinks that you’re not interested.

Haewon tries to tell you that these spirals are nonsensical and that Chan’s a really sweet guy. You should just ask him. But that started another spiral.

You settled on a nice sweater with some jeans, minimal makeup. Casual but not too casual.

Chan smiled as you opened the door. “Wow, you look great!”

Your face warmed, maybe this was a date. “Thank you, so do you.”

“And you changed your hair,”

Right. Since the last time you saw him you recently put in braids. “Yeah, I did,”

During the ‘date’, you couldn’t help but notice how distant he was from you. He was nice enough to buy the tickets and the popcorn. But he spoke only when spoken to.

On the ride home you asked unwillingly just to confirm your fears, “Did… you want someone else to come with us?”

He looked taken aback, as if he didn’t expect you to ask this question.

“Uh did you?”

“I don’t know,”

After that awkward encounter, you made Haewon promise to never set you up with any of her friends again.

You and Chan talked more though. And you realized, he probably didn’t want to be on that date in the first place. You got along well as friends, to the point of where he can call and text you freely. Just like the text he sent today. Usually you guys’ friend group hang out on holidays but with this being Valentine's day and almost all of your friends being in a relationship, that most likely isn’t the plan for this day.

At work, you were very quiet. You did your work and went back home. Apart from Haewon, you didn’t really talk to anyone else. Which is why you were surprised during your break when Doyoung came up to you.

“Hi Y/N” He said.

You saw him around the office from time to time. You’re not from the same department but you frequently have had meetings together.

“Hi,” This was your first time talking to him directly.

“This might come off really rash, but are you free? Later?”

“I am, why?”

“Would you like to get dinner together? I know we don’t talk much but I do want to get you better and it doesn’t have to be anything serious even though it’s Valentine’s, I just want to–”

“Yes, I do.” You smiled at him nicely. “I would like that very much,”

He smiled back at you, “Great so I’ll pick you up at 7?.”

You nodded at him and he waved shyly before leaving. Your phone buzzed again. You forgot to check Chan’s message.

‘Hey Y/N, you free tonight?’ ‘Answer meee - - I know you have work but all of our friends are going out on dates. Soooo wanna hang?’

‘Can’t sorry T.T ! I have a date hehe’

‘Y/N don’t play around - -’

‘I’m not lol. Someone from work just asked me out and I said yes.’

‘Oh’

You couldn’t help but think about the tone of his message. He seemed upset. But he has no reason to be upset. You’re friends. And he made it clear that’s all you’ll ever be.

You pouted at yourself in the mirror as you redid your edges.

You wanted to be excited for this date. The possibility of new beginnings. Moving on. But it doesn’t seem likely with Chan in your life. Always wondering what could have been.

You were putting final touches on your makeup when you heard your apartment bell ring.

You saw Chan on the security camera.

“Chan?” You spoke through the intercom.

“Y/N can we talk?”

You let him up.

He was wearing his infamous black hoodie, paired with the matching beanie, trying to hide his unruly curls underneath.

“Why are you here Chan?” You said, “I’m not going to be here for much longer, I told you. I’m going out tonight,”

“Yeah I know your date.” He sighed before speaking again, “Do you really have to go though, I mean who is this guy? Does Haewon know him?”

“Why does all of that matter? We work together and he asked me out. I don’t have a Valentines, so I’m going. Simple,”

“But,”

“But nothing Chan. I really don’t see why you’re worked up about this.”

“I can’t help but get the sense you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I’m confused and I’m frustrated and annoyed. Okay you know what I am mad at you. Who are you to come to my apartment, thirty minutes before my date and start question question me?”

“Who am I? Y/N what do you mean? Am I not special in your life? Do I mean nothing to you?”

“Chan I didn’t say that,” You breathed.

Your eyes locked together. He was pleading, begging you’d understand what he means. The true intent of his questions. Of him being there, without him saying it word for word.

“I don’t know what’s going on. With you. With our friendship –”

He sighed.

“What?” You questioned.

“You did it again.”

“What did I do?”

“Friendship?’

“Are we not friends? Chan this is getting ridiculous”

He said nothing.

“I am sick and tired of this Chan. You were the one that drew that boundary and now that I respect it and am desperately trying to move on, I’m the evil one? For not playing into the uncertainty and unambiguousness?”

“A boundary? What are you talking about?”

“The stupid movies. I don’t even know if it was a date but the first time we hung out one on one. I could tell you were only doing it because of Haewon and you were uncomfortable the whole time. You barely glanced at me. You barely spoke to me” You rolled your eyes.

“No. God I’m so stupid. Y/N I was so nervous. I could barely look at you because I didn’t know what to say. And then you brought up if I wanted to invite someone else, I couldn’t help but think I bombed our first date and ruined my chance at getting a second.”

“Wait so,”

“I like you. A lot. And I’m so sorry.”

“Well, I like you too you idiot,”

He looked up with a small smile on his face, “Does this mean you won’t go on that date,”

You returned his smile and locked your hands around his neck, “I cancelled it from I let you up here. Even if this didn’t go the way it did, I would not be able to go on a date with someone else after seeing you,”

“Y/N I promise you, I’ll do better,”

“I will too,”.

a/n:

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localityghost · 1 year

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❀ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. . . ❀

Cw:Pro player!bllk characters,Stalker tendencies, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, jealousy jealousy~, agedup!bllk characters, Barista reader x Bllk characters, kidnapping

Shidou Ryusei

Shidou isn't the one to have feelings for someone who doesn't give him a rush of adrenaline like Sae does but you...a girl working as a barista caught his eye

Shidou at first would order coffee just to see your face then he would get bolder day by day

Shidou would pay people to get your number never calling it just having it in his phone he would also pay people to take pictures of you

Shidou will sometimes threaten guys to stay away from you, out of fear they listen

Shidou fantasizes about being with you everyday

Got you tickets to his game anonymously, front row seat right where he could see you

Shidou breaks into your home when your not there and steals your soap and shampoo, to use it for himself so he can smell like you and experience bliss

Shidou knows how much he obsesses over you even Sae can tell but he can't put his finger on who so he's left clueless

Someone talks smack about you? Don't worry you may not realize it yet, but your wild card boyfriend Shidou has already delivered a kick to the skull for you! ^^

Secret admirers? That's dead Shidou will find them in seconds

Gifts? He'll send you money,chocolates even tickets to your favorite concerts

Your boyfriend is Shidou Ryusei and no one else! Besides, I love you means your never ever ever getting rid of him♡

Meguru Bachira

Bachira had actually liked you from childhood, never had the courage to tell you though

He thought he'd gotten over you but when he saw you touching another guy's hand at your barista job, he felt his heart sink and this unnerving feeling took over

A few days later you saw the same guy reported dead on the news a grinning Bachira in disguise, happy with his work

Bachira has no shame in taking pictures of you when your at home and at work, honestly it doesn't matter he has pictures of you everywhere

Forgot something? It's bachira's now you'll never see it again ^^

Got a boyfriend? Not anymore! Bachira got rid of them long ago, no wonder he didn't return your calls...

Bachira mailed you tickets to his game specifically in the V.I.P area where he knew you'd get a good view of him doing his best

Someone got a crush on you? He's already being pointed into another lady's direction he can have anyone else just not you

Marks your 1 week anniversary with flowers at your door! (Flower name) have always been your favorite!

Rants to Isagi about you all the time nothing but praise for his lady!

Bachira leaves you notes everyday! Leaving nothing but sweet words

One day he'll muster up enough courage to talk to you but for now he's settled for watching from afar

Chigiri Hyoma

At first he thought it was just a silly little crush but, seeing the way your so nice to other guys...touching their hands feeling their skin and it's not...him it makes him mad

Asks his sister for advice on how to talk to you, Lil note he took it the wrong way

Fantasized about being able to display as you as his out in public

Loves to play with your hair while your sleeping

Breaks into your house, he loves how easy the locks are to pick

He leaves you with gifts here and there mostly cute clothing

Lost his phone on purpose just to have a reason to touch you

Sits in the coffee shop just to look at you and your pretty face

Chigiri is self-conscious about confronting you so he tries to drop hints for you to ask him out instead

Loves you so much he can't describe it, this feeling....

When your walking home alone chigiri is not far behind making sure your safe

Interested in another guy? He'll politely let them know they have zero chance with you

Sends you music playlists

He has your phone number and calls it often its the closet he gets to speaking to you

Fantasizes about cuddling in bed with you often <3

He'll never leave your side!

Nagi Seishiro

At first he was too tired to even acknowledge your existence

When he went to go pick up lattes with Reo he acknowledged you for the first time thought you were some fever dream

Stared at you for a long time and Reo had to physically snap him out of it "Sorry Reo I spaced out a bit :x"

Now this Cafe is where he comes daily like it's a religion

Stares at you from afar

Always make sure no guys have eyes on you if they did he'll convince Reo's dad to make them back off

Found your discord and talks to you through there

Always sends you gifts on games if he can your basically rich in all of the games you have now because of him

Sends you doordash/Grubhub secretly he basically poked at it on discord

Fantasizes about you cuddling him and playing with his hair while he sleeps

You woke up to find him in your house one day laying beside you, when he woke up he made up a excuse that he was drunk and wandered into someone's home

After that incident he basically got your number

Pesters you for massages and cuddles daily after he got your number

Oh, you have no time for him? That's alright he'll make you have time by hacking into your schedule and making you available ^^

Threatened your boss one time because he screamed at you

He paid a professional photographer to take photos of you and send them to him

Bought you a lavish apartment and pays for it to! You still don't know who bought it but your grateful

A game your interested in? He's already gifted it to you on steam!

Reo Mikage

At first he paid you no mind just another commoner not worth his time

But then you helped him with his keys at his apartment saying he'd pay you but you declined

Realized how much you were happy despite not having a lot of money

Saw you again working your barista job, was instantly smitten

Paid paparazzi to take photos of you

Has millions I mean millions of photos taken by them

Literally becomes your sugar daddy

Your fine on your own? Nah, you NEED him

His money is now your money

Bought you a better apartment

Bought you a whole wardrobe

Showers you with all types of jewelry and you never know who it's from

Say that you need him please say you can't live without him

Stared at you from the window as you were on the closing shift

Finally confronted you and had a death grip on you wrist telling you, you NEEDED him

Interested in a man? He'll be in crippling debt by tomorrow

Eying something at the store? It's on your doorstep the next morning

Oh? You have over a million dollars in your bank account? Thank Reo

Reo loves you...he needs you, no you NEED him

Alexis Ness

Honestly Kaiser was the only one in his eyes until he saw you of course!

Left something behind? It belongs to Ness now

Someone insults you? Their on the news the next day

He knows EVERYTHING about you ^^

Don't worry Ness never keeps his distance he befriended you immediately

Never leaves your side

He'll be your #1 shoulder to cry on

You'll have eyes on him...and him only

You love someone other then him? He's blackmailing them to stay away, they don't deserve you

Ness loves you more then life itself

Ness doesn't care...he'll fight with Kaiser anyday

You reject him? Your being kidnapped and put in his basement until you come to your senses ^^

Mind break you? It might be necessary...just a backup plan

Ness appreciates you more then you appreciate yourself

Got a roommate? They'll be moving out tomorrow and Ness'll move in instead^^

You got a crush he'll find dirt on them and you'll lose interest

Steals your things often to add to his shrine

He never let's Kaiser get to close

He showers you in praise and compliments everyday

He already has wedding plans

The moment you locked eyes was the moment you were doomed

He loves and he needs you

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yyawnjun · 9 months

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5.33am SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

a.n: it was supposed to be a short one-shot for my jealous!enha boys series…I don't know how a 1.6k wc one came out…and I don't think it's right for the series but it was so cool to write it😭

anyway...please let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff!! ; hoon being hoon ; a creepy man appears but nothing serious happens ; sign a petition for yn and hoon to say OUT LOUD what they think

Since you had to catch the bus at 5.30 am to visit your family, you did get up at 4.55 am as planned. Your mother's birthday fell on the day you moved away from your hometown two months ago, so you decided to surprise her.

You were lucky to discover a low bus ticket that would have taken you there in just five hours. Everything was unplanned; you bought it the day before and quickly packed your things into a small but comfortable rucksack.

It was 5.10 am, and you were leaving the house. Your apartment was only 10 mins by foot to the bus station, so you did not rush. There was none around except for an old lady walking on the opposite side of the road and a few cars. Some birds were already awake, and the sun was rising, it was when almost everyone was still asleep or slowly people were getting up to start their day. A new day was about to start for everyone, your heart was light, and you were happy.

You were lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that you stopped yourself while looking at the clouds in the sky. You come back to the world only when a boy runner next to you screaming: "HE'S GONNA KILL ME IF I MISS THIS BUS TOOOO"

You did not even check the time; you started to run too. Because actually, your "natural clock" understood that you were late.

Indeed, when you arrived at the station, you looked at your phone which showed 5.33 am.

You missed your bus...and you could not even say it to anyone, because it was a surprise. Discouraged, you went to the ticket office to see if to buy a ticket for the next bus that would be passing in just an hour.

It was summer, so the natural light was already there, but still a bit of fear there was because you were alone, but it was replaced by laughter when you saw the boy, who had run earlier near to you, on his knees in front of the man in the ticket office begging him to find him a bus that would arrive there before an hour.

He was so funny while literally kneeling for a bus ticket at 5.35am. The man looked so annoyed, but after a good five minutes, his prayers worked.

Indeed there was a special bus - the number 5 - that only for that day was active, and that would arrive in 33 minutes.

You never thought you could see someone's mood change so quickly; he would have hugged the man if there was no glass separating them. Happier than ever, the boy buys his ticket and turns to go to wait for the bus. That's when he notices you and guesses - from your amused expression - that you had seen the scene.

After a quick nod and a thinly veiled smile, he walks past you and goes to wait for the bus.

It was thanks to him that you found out about bus number 5, which was also perfect for you. So you immediately bought your ticket and went to wait patiently for the bus.

As you expected, you met the boy there again. He was seated on the only bench there, where you would soon be joining him.

You greeted each other with a simple smile and head nod; by this point, you were companion victims of misfortune on that summer morning.

So you sat, put your earphones on, and waited while looking around and letting your thoughts run free.

You could tell that he kinda did the same because after 15 mins you felt something - or better, someone - graving on your shoulder.

Yes, the bus would arrive in 33 minutes at 6:08 a.m., but the funny boy only after 15 mins of waiting falls on your shoulder.

You were a bit hesitant to wake him up because he looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He had closed eyes and a steady breathing pattern, and his lips and his cheeks were flushed pink. His dark black hair and eyebrows created a contrast with his pale skin and total-white outfit.

A mole on his note distinguished him, and knowing the legend of moles - it says they are said to be the place where, in another life, your soulmate loved to kiss you - you smiled. When you had to gently touch him to wake him awake because the bus had arrived, you blushed a little more.

Oh yes, 18 minutes passed after he had dozed off on your shoulder...

You quickly got on the bus after waking him up, and he immediately boarded behind you after mumbling an awkward thank you.

The bus was so full of men at that hour, and most of them seemed to be surprised by your arrival.

You did not feel comfortable at all, but you decided to ignore everyone turning up the volume of your music and sitting in the only empty place. Luckily none was sitting next to you, you were safe you thought.

However, you started to feel truly scared when you noticed a man, who must have been in his 50s, standing up and walking toward you.

As fate would have it, the clumsy boy, your company of misfortune also saw, and he immediately sat down in the seat next to yours. At that moment your music stopped, and you heart lost a few beats.

"Not gonna lie, that man creeped me out too. Hope it is okay if I sat next to you; I would never leave a pretty girl alone with someone like him" he whispered while still looking at that man with dead eyes.

Your eyes brightened in response to his words, and you thanked him.

"Young boy leave that seat and let me sit next to the beautiful girl." Just hearing those words was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Instinctively, you reached for the boy's shirt hoping he would not leave you with that old man.

He wasn't going to let go, on the contrary, he said:

"She's my girlfriend, you'd better stop bothering her."

Your heart began to beat faster and faster, adrenaline and anxiety were invading your heart, and you felt helpless.

"Oh sure. I bet you just met her. Why such a beautiful girl should be with someone like you. Hmm? What do you say?" the man asked, turning to you.

He was about to answer back but you anticipated him by saying.

"You better shut up before I call the police. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.. and I don't need me to explain to you idiot why I am dating this handsome boy."

Now is the boy's heart that was beating fast.

"The bus is moving. A message to the man who is bothering the girl. You had better sit down before you falls and the police have to meet you at the hospital instead of the next stop"

The driver's voice was heard everywhere, and the timing almost scared you.

Someone had also called the police, and the man would have been reported soon.

Even though you were safe at this point, your heart continued to race since so much had happened so quickly.

You eventually turned to look at the boy who helped you after the grumbling man had moved away from you.

"Thank you so so much. You saved me," you said, but he was not looking at you-

He was glancing down at the bottoms of his shoes while his hands were covering his face.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" you asked worried.

And he finally turned to you almost screaming

"SO WAIT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM HANDSOME?"

But he quickly tried to ignore your confused expression as he attempted to regain his calm and added, "It's nothing; I acted on instinct. I couldn't bear that creepy man would sit next to you. Hope you are okay now"

He wanted to finish his sentence with "pretty girl" because he truly meant it. Although it could have worried you, he chose not to.

Even though you too really meant what you had said - that he was a beautiful guy - you preferred to ignore his question too.

"I'm fine thanks, and nice to meet my name is Y/n."

"Park Sunghoon. My name is Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you"

"Well Park Sunghoon if you also have to get off at the last stop, I guess we have a long journey ahead of us,"

"Yes y/n, but I think that by staying right next to you, the time will pass more quickly," he replied without thinking.

You nodded in agreement as you internally chuckled at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth.

He was very kind and easy to talk to since you discovered that you had a lot of things in common - for example he too was going to the surprise party of a friend of his in the same city as you.

While talking you find out that you enjoy the same singers and songs, and that is how you ended up sharing your earphones while your playlist was playing.

Sunghoon however, fell asleep off again and let his head fall forward when the softer section of your songs began to play.

Oh, and the reason you gently shifted his head to your shoulder was for no other reason than to make him more comfortable…right?

serie> hee ; hoon ; jay ; jake ; sunoo ; jgwon ; niki

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griffonsgrove · 3 months

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Haiii!! These headcanons have been amazing!!! Could I perhaps ask for a Dr.Flug X Reader where they're a famous popstar, please?? tysm!! <3

Dr. Flug X Popstar!Reader

a/n: eeee of course I can write this!! This is a really cute idea, I hope you enjoy!! Im working my way through a few of your guy's requests so bare with me! I plan on maybe doing a few drabbles or headcanons for some other fandoms within the following days so keep a look out for that!

fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1026 cw: none! just super cute fluff!

(PLATONIC):

Now that you were starting to gain more and more popularity amongst people, you had been wanting to expand your musical talent to all reaches of life, whether it be good or bad.

Being a famous popstar made it easy to get connections, thankfully, and a little birdie had told you about the infamous ‘Hat Island” that was rumored to be crawling with villains, owned by none other ‘Lord Black Hat’ himself.

You were by no means a saint, let alone a hero, and thought that everyone deserved to have the joy of music, even those of lower status. So what do you do? Schedule a meeting with the most feared villain known to man!

Imagine Flug's surprise when he opens the door to see you standing there.

The man about damn near faints on the spot. A famous super-star, standing right in front of him? AND they're cute?? Oh boy.

He had heard of you when Demencia would loudly blast her music from her boombox, Obnoxious yes, but he would absentmindedly find himself humming your tunes or tapping his foot to the beat while he worked in the lab, much to his dismay.

Eventually that led to him listening to you in his (very little) free time, and he, actually?? Enjoyed?? It??

Now, the tricky part was going to be trying to convince Black Hat to let you hold a concert on his island, This old man intimidated tf out of you, if looks could kill you’d be dead before you even stepped into his office. But, you tried to remain confident.

You offer to pay him for compensation, and give him a small percentage of the profits from your show. How can he refuse that offer? It’s money! He reluctantly agrees to your proposition, and you sign a temporary contract.

For extra gratitude you offer him and his henchman VIP tickets for your show, Black Hat scowls, saying something along the lines of “that frivolous techno music gives me a headache..” But! He doesn't deny his henchmen going!

Of course you don't leave without the eldritch putting the fear of god into you.

Demencia vigorously shakes Flug in excitement, when she finds out they have VIP tickets to your performance, for once the doctor’s eyes light up.

The night of your performance happened to be one of his best memories, he was absolutely enthralled by your singing, and he got to witness all up close!

When he comes backstage to meet you after the show he nearly faints again. You thought he was kind of cute for that really.

You excitedly greet him and his group and chat for a while. Answering questions and sharing stories, you actually find out the two of you have a lot in common! As the evening wraps up you pull him aside privately to give him your number, if he ever wanted to chat. HE NEARLY FAINTS AGAIN.

(ROMANTIC):

That’s how you two began talking. You texted frequently, excitedly sharing each other's interests. Sometimes you’d snap a photo before or after a performance, and he’d send you pictures of his latest invention, or his model airplane collection.

It’s actually you, that ends up asking him out on a date. Through a video call, his reaction was adorable, he looked almost in disbelief but dumbly nodded his head to your confession.

The both of you lead busy lives, so you carefully plan out when you can visit and when he can get the time off. (He sucks up to Black Hat for an entire week).

You settle on something quiet and not far away, you didn’t want to be bombarded by fans or paparazzi during your small visit. It’s at a small cafe, Flug claimed it made the best coffee he’s ever had.

He watches all of your shows btw. Man’s is committed. Whether that be streaming the concert on his phone while he works or going to your shows/events in person whenever you visit the island again. It’s also a plus that he enjoys your music!

You singing to him, ouGHHHH. He’s starstruck every time, entranced by your voice. He really thinks of you as an angel, maybe a siren.

Love songs!! You write several dedicated to him while your dating, he nearly cries when you reveal this to him. Who am I kidding? He totally cried.

He makes you cute little gadgets to make your life a little easier. Like a custom-made microphone for your shows, you use it every time <3.

You SPOIL him. You get that bag (pun intended) and you think he deserves to be treated with everything he could possibly want.

If you ever meet 5.0.5 you best believe you’re treating that bear like your own son. He’s such a sweetie, how could you not? And if you sing him little lullabies to help him fall asleep?? Flug’s heart almost bursts out of his chest. How did he get so lucky??

He often wonders how he bagged you (pun intended). He's pretty insecure of himself already, it really is a mystery to him. He almost feels like he doesn't deserve any of it at all. But of course, you see right through his act, and reassure him endlessly.

You both keep the relationship on the downlow, mainly for your sake. He didn't want your reputation to be ruined if the press found out you were dating a notorious supervillain. You had told him you didn't care what the public thought, but he insisted.

There are numerous photos of you on his phone, not in a creepy way though. Most of them are selfies of two of you, or from photoshoots/concerts. He def has you as his screensaver.

You loooove peppering his bagged face with kisses. He gets so flustered it's adorable!! He secretly loves them. If you wear lipstick, you love seeing the aftermath of your kiss attack, his face painted in a lovely shade of red.

Overall, being in a long-distance relationship definitely has its ups and downs, but Flug thinks it’s all worth it, especially for you, he’s willing to give it a try. How romantic.

#black hat organization #villainous #dr flug #x reader #dr flug x reader #headcanons #villainos #dating headcanons #black hat villainous #blackhat #drflug #drflugxreader #plsprotecthimatallcostoHMYGOD #gender neutral reader #popstar!reader

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sscrubberhose · 28 days

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Ya got any dialtown headcanons? :3

hooo boy. ive been chewing on this all day and I think i have a decent amount to say!

Spoilers for Dialtown!

Tw for mentions of suicidal ideation and religious guilt

Phone/Typegingi:

-Is aware of everything that happens in my fics but forgets

-is more aware of how people perceive them than people give them credit for, wants to make everyone happy

-has a strong fear of being alone, which is why they bother people so relentlessly. if they were to be fully ignored for an extended period of time they would have a breakdown

-Has both the phone and the typewriter head and can change them out at will, dont ask where they keep them.

-has bitten theoroar many, many times and will do so again. is even more fearful and hateful of him after the zoo explosion

-has a lot of love to give and genuinely prefers being around their friends

-has a level of intelligence that is genuinely sort of surprising sometimes. this intelligence is used at random

-is surprisingly easy and hard to kill at the same time

-the narrator is actually a separate entity to them who cares about them very much

-seems to be passively suicidal but no one can tell if theyre joking or not

-roger rabbit rules, whatever biology is funniest is what they have

-perceived height changes based off of this rule as well. no one notices.

-breaks into town hall once a month for funsies

-enjoys sweet things quite a bit

-autistic beast

Randy:

-is actually a decent cartoonist, but rarely draws due to hand pain. likes drawing gingi and oliver the most

-has a lot of religious guilt due to growing up catholic with a very very strict, religious father, left home as soon as he could. also why he is afraid to talk to God.(hobo)

-father harped on him his entire childhood about being a burden, now feels that he owes the world for existing. this is slowly healing.

-due to his upbringing hes still learning how to function as an adult, i.e cleaning, cooking for himself, things like that. hes working on it!

-has sensory issues, has ASD

-fear of cgi animals comes from having to watch weird religious propaganda films for kids when he was young. he is getting over it thanks to oliver.

-extremely observant and notices things a lot of people don't, but usually doesnt say anything for fear of being annoying

-knows shooty and stabby on a first name basis(not that he knows whos who)

-sees Norm as a father figure but would never admit that

-has a long list of phobias that hes working on recovering from, but is too nervous to go to therapy for

-has a LOT of plushies in the ticket booth that Oliver and Gingi have given him, refuses to get rid of any of them

-taking the bandage off wont instantly kill him, he doesn't know this.

-can skateboard, does not do this often

-gets sick very easily, has to be forced to rest as he tries to insist hes not sick

-is roommates with Oliver, they have a bunk bed

-got his number changed so the hotline wasnt tied to him anymore

-is actually a good singer, never sings due to thinking he sucks. Will hum to himself while working at the ticket booth

Karen;

-Has actually gotten fairly close to the other datables since the conclusion of the game, doesnt know how to express this

-Visits Dialtown for a few months out of the year to catch up and spend time with her friends

-part of her contract with helping rebuild was better wages for those who worked at the bank. It took a lot of arguing but she felt that no one should suffer like she did.

-expresses her love for her friends by making them ponysonas. Is a huge pegasister. will infodump about it for hours to anyone who will listen

-enjoys botanical illustrations the best, next to drawing horses

-draws horses with normal horse heads as a form of abstraction

-puts capsaicin oil in her paints so Gingi will stop drinking them. This did not work.

-enjoys vintage movies and game shows and talks at length with Oliver about them when they go out for coffee or dinner together.

-she and randy doodle together sometimes

-also has severe sensory issues and has safe outfits she wears. will cry if she has to touch certain fabrics. (LOOKING AT YOU CRUSHED VELVET)

-safe foods are microwave dinners and pasta, but she keeps her diet balanced.

-her and Norm get along now and will sometimes go for hikes and chat about life(and ways to wrangle gingi)

-allergic to shrimps

-can play piano

Oliver:

-Got a new therapist who doesnt think hes weird or annoying(it didnt phase him but thats not groovy to say to someone)

-has POTS, often needs to sit down at work so he doesnt faint.

-is a HUGE horror fan, could tell you everything about the behind the scenes of every major and minor horror movie to come out in the last decade.

-works as a haunt actor for the Dialtown Haunted House every single Halloween, wants to run it someday

-has a log of every new thing he notices about Gingis biology, the log is three books long now.

-Really wants to run a youtube channel where he does amateur ghost hunting with randy, has yet to convince randy that this is a good idea

-is very physically affectionate, though he does ask permission first before touching anyone!

-Has had top and bottom surgery and is comfortable where his transition is, thankfully his insurance under Mr. Dickens covered it! (Mingus isnt a TOTAL monster)

-has a digital scrap book of all his favorite memories with his friends

-makes rage comics unironically.

-favorite color is actually black, red just seems to be his thing!

-has been legally adopted by Mr. Dickens but decided to keep his last name as Swift because "it was rad."

-is actually friends with most of the ghosts and poltergeists that live in the cinema/scareshack

-kept the popcorn and soda dispensers, but got the soda dispensers to dispense SODA and not...whatever the fuck it was doing before.

-helped renovate the basement of the cinema into a haunted maze that he helped design, the theme changes once a year!

-got those unicycle lessons and knows how to juggle as well!

-likes rollerskating, has Heelys on all the time

-allergic to peanuts

-can play guitar

Norm:

-Is aware that Gingi sees the face on the sticky note change and thinks its sort of funny

-Is actually good friends with God and the two go out to lunch once or twice a month

-enjoys fishing and will take Randy and Oliver on fishing trips, Gingi usually follows regardless of invite.

-Sees himself as a father figure to most of the dateables, and is willing to fill in that role.

-apologized to Karen for his behavior by baking her fresh bread. is actually an extremely good cook

-irises and pupils are both void black due to exposure to the wormhole. He has not noticed this. Eyes used to be honey brown.

-Has to stop Mingus from doing a new evil scheme once a month, has a spray bottle for this purpose.

-does actually have other outfits for when the space suit needs to be washed, is never seen outside the house when this happens

-Oliver, Karen, and Randy have seen his real face, they were like "cool" as Gingi is just...far weirder.

-i imagine him as strawberry blonde. Short hair, either buzz cut or just short. maybe some stubble. I dont have a good image of what his face looks like, it is just bag to me

-not great at public speaking but REALLY good at pretending to be

-is actually very good at using technology but will sometimes pretend not to be just to tease Oliver.(it works every time)

-can also play guitar

Bigfoot:

-...no.

-okay okay i have one. You could use his fur to make yarn IF you washed it. You will never be able to get close enough to brush him though.

Misc headcanons:

-heads can be repurposed after death, like cadaver bones!

-the more popular headtype for modern business men and women is a laptop

-after what happened to Callum Crown, the answering machines function was completely separated from memory storage

-Snakes have syringes for heads

-peter and his wife are poly and want roger to be their third, but roger is as dense as a brick and peters too formal to just say it out loud.

-Harry and Jack are a couple in this universe, Jack is just a very odd boss to work for regardless

-Billy is Abel's kid. The mother is unknown. probably a one night stand.

-the swans miss randy :(

-there are a few headtypes that are banned for various reasons, one of which is having a megaphone AS your head.

-Roger is autistic and has a stutter, and sometimes has to use ASL to communicate. Peter knows ASL for this reason

-The Narrator could talk to the others, but only if it was an emergency

-all Dialtown OCs are canon. theyre in town somewhere, having fun and living their lives!

-Dialtown is bigger than shown in game, including the town square which has a fountain and a park surrounding it, as well as a skate park, rec center, arcade, a pizza place, etc.

-all the dateables have met satan at least once, they just didnt know thats who that was

-shooty and stabby are dating, theyre just very bromance about it. good for them...

-rotery phone heads are coming back in fashion as a sort of 'retro' vibe.

-getting prosthetics/emergency plastic surgery and medical care is actually quite accessible.

-jerry and his wife come visit dialtown every christmas soley so that gingi doesnt run all the way out there to visit them and get hopelessly lost. theyre doing quite well!

-there are competent members of the dialtown mob but they dont really do much other than hang out at the bar

if i think of anymore Ill let you know!! thanks for askin!

#dialtown #answered #text post #headcanon #sorry this was so bloody long

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rainbowsky · 5 months

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Hi, how do you know Jackie Chan is a part of LOCH? I’ve been trying to find as much info on this film as possible and I never came across anything mentioning Jackie Chan. Also this film is already a big budget film, which is also the reason why I feel Tsui Hark chose Xiao Zhan specifically because he’s number one in popularity and with immense popularity he comes with good acting so it was a win-win but although I want this film to be released internationally really badly especially my country, I still fear being disappointed. Would they really invest in an international release? and is there a way if fans could get their messages across to them asking for an international release? because i will honestly cry if xiao zhan’s first movie (during my time as his fan) is released and i as a die hard fan can’t even watch it on big screen!!

This is in reference to a previous post.

The full cast has not been officially announced yet, but it was all over the media at the time of GG was announced as Guo Jing. You can find articles mentioning it just by Googling. There were several big name actors mentioned in smaller supporting roles, and it actually caused a bit of controversy at the time among netizens (who, of course, always stress out over who can do justice to their favorite literary heroes).

Feng Shaofeng - Genghis Khan

Hui Yinghong - Li Ping

Jackie Chan - Hong Qigong

Official accounts haven't confirmed (or denied) these widespread rumors, but we will likely know a lot more soon. The film is slated to be released for Spring Festival, which is the second weekend in February. No doubt there will be some promotional materials, etc. coming out in the next couple of months.

As for whether it will be released abroad - I honestly don't get why fans are always hand-wringing over whether their films will be released internationally. I find that confusing as heck.

It is safe to assume that pretty much all of their movies will be released to international audiences. It would be odd for them not to appear outside China.

Keep in mind that - alongside non-Chinese speaking international audiences who take an interest in international films - there is a huge population of Chinese people living all over the world. In my region, for example, 20% of the population are Chinese Canadians. There is a demand outside of China, for Chinese films.

Legend of the Condor Heroes is one of the most popular novels in China, and is appreciated all over the world. It's an outstanding book. I urge everyone to read it (or enjoy the audiobook). I can't overstate how good it is.

GG is also very popular, and his international fame is growing. Films stand to make more money the more screens they're seen on. It's simple math.

This film WILL be seen outside of China. Any agonizing over whether it will is a waste of one's mental health. It's going to be a big release. It will be seen far and wide. It's will probably make a lot of money. It's got a good formula, a good director, etc.

And even if it doesn't come to some countries - as with all of their projects - it will eventually end up on streaming services. You will get a chance to see it.

Edit: as I said in the comments of this post, there will always be some countries where there really won't be legal options for viewing. That's just the unfortunate reality of the situation. In those cases, there is no shame in watching a pirated version. I feel that it is better to watch their projects, thereby being able to write a review and promote the project to other people, etc. than to not watch them at all.

As long as we are supporting the film financially if there is any option to do so at all. There have been people who have bought tickets for their films in regions that they are unable to travel to, just to support the film. People can also buy tickets for other fans who cannot otherwise afford to go.

There are also often official merchandise and things like that which can be purchased from anywhere in the world.

You can also contact your favorite local streaming services and request for those projects to be made available to you. The more fans who express an interest in their films, the more likelihood a streaming service will make an effort to obtain rights.

There is no guarantee, of course, but it's worth a try. I also encourage people to be patient, because it can take a while for a movie to make it onto streaming platforms. Just because it is available in some regions and not others doesn't mean it won't eventually make it on to yours.

As long as we are supporting to the best of our ability, that's all that anyone can do.

#xiao zhan #legend of the condor heroes #ask

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stilespeters · 1 year

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Keep your head up (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2*) (part 3)

pairing: Kai Anderson x fem!reader

a/n: i need to sleep

word count: 3350

summary: After your death, Kai discovers the truth and loses something greater than his dignity

warnings: violence, swearing, angst, murder, hallucinations, stabbing

A blue haired man was kneeling on the ground with nothing but pain and regret crossing his mind. He was trembling violently, and his eyes stood cold yet full of emotion.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, it wasn't supposed to happen at all. But yet here he was, in this situation where he couldn’t run away from. He expected to feel happy, happy that he found the mole, but all he felt was dread.

He was nailed to the ground, his heart aching with sorrow. It felt like he was made of feathers, his head empty as everything spun around him. He couldn't grasp the feeling that you were gone, and the rest of his cult members all watched as he cried in agony over your corpse.

He had just killed the love of his life, his only equal he’s ever known. The only light at the end of the tunnel who guided him through the good and the bad times. He was and still is an emotional wreck, and as much as he concealed it with a poker face, in moments like these his mask just falls off. You were usually there for him when he would pull down his mask.

He closed his eyes, but all he could see was your face. All he could see was your lifeless eyes who used to be full of energy and joy. All he could see were memories that would haunt him for a lifetime.

There were thirty people inside the room, but he felt alone. They all stared wide-eyed at him. If he was capable of murdering you, he was capable of anything. They all feared Kai, they knew he was capable of a lot of things, but they knew even Kai had his limits.

They initially thought that he would scare you or throw you in the box for several weeks, but they never expected Kai to burst out like this. They never expected him to actually kill you.

He bent forward till his head rested on your stomach, and the shirt you were wearing was getting wet by his tears. He screamed into the fabric and it got muted by your belly.

“Kai what have you done?!” Winter kept screaming in the background and when Speedwagon and Pussbucket let her go, she rushed towards Kai and tried to push him to the ground. Those attempts failed and when she tried to punch him, Kai grabbed her wrist, and he pulled her in. Winter just sobbed into his chest. She lost her sister, the person who truly understood her. She lost the person who were there for her when she was going through the most crappy shit of her life. You were her other half. You had saved her.

And now she wasn't able to save you. She had to watch this horrible scene unfold without having any influence on the outcome. She felt like she failed.

As the Anderson siblings wailed on the ground together as they broke like a fragile vase, Meadow was standing with her arms crossed and a satisfied smile on her face. She had deleted the footage of the cameras in the house, and she felt proud of herself for figuring out how to do it. It took her a long time of watching youtube tutorials on how to do it, but that wasn't the point. There wasn't any evidence that she was the one who planted the recording device and the New York ticket in your safe.

Now that you are gone, she can finally have Kai for herself. Meadow was the type of girl to fall in love with any guy who shows her any type of affection. And the first moment she joined Kai’s group, she wanted to be special to him. But you were always at his side, you were his number one, and she believed that the only thing that kept her from being with Kai, was you. If you were gone, Kai would learn how to love her. She could fix him.

She knew Kai would be grieving for your death for a while, and she would happily be there for him in those times. By supporting him and showing love in times like those, she was going to win his heart.

What Meadow didn't realize though, was that his heart already belonged to one person and one person only.

The only time where he ever felt whole, was with you. No woman could ever replace you, no woman would come even close. His heart belonged to you, and when he choked you, he felt like he was slowly dying himself. When Kai pulled the trigger and killed you, he killed a part of himself with you.

You were his first love and you were going to be his last.

Meadow was naive, but she wasn't entirely dumb. If everything were to go south and Kai would figure out she framed you, she’d flee before Kai could unleash his wrath on her. However she didn't see how it could go wrong because she had planned everything a few weeks ago. There was no way Kai would figure it out.

Meadow had finally won the battle she always used to lose.

One thing she didn't realize was that a brunette woman watched Meadow intensely as she smiled at the sight of your corpse. She was oblivious, too drunk in the feeling of victory that she didn't feel the woman’s eyes on her.

Ally Mayfair Richards stood on the other side of the room and watched everything unfold. She was glaring at Meadow, and Ally was suspicious. She knew the feud you two had and she found the whole ordeal fishy. Ally and you were pretty good friends, and so Ally wanted to know the real truth. Kai was too blinded by paranoia that he couldn't see that something wasn't right. Ally was the only one along with you, who saw right through Meadow's bullshit.

After everyone left the room and Kai was alone with your body. His sobs had quieten down, and Meadow had left along with the rest.

He was now sitting against the wall with a vodka bottle in his hands and he had dried tears on his cheeks. His knuckles were painted with several bruises from him lashing out against the wall out of frustration and his eyes stood blank. His head still felt like it weighed nothing, and he felt the alcohol do its magic as he sniffed.

He downed more liquid down his throat.

Once every last drop was gone from the bottle, he threw it with all his might against the wall and it broke into pieces, just like his life shattered into pieces. It’s kinda ironic.

His head pounded and he tried to keep himself together for the sake of his dignity and role as a leader.

He stayed with you for the rest of the day without seeing anyone, and as he eventually had to go to the toilet, he walked upstairs.

Everybody stopped what they were doing and they looked in fear as Kai marched his way through the halls. Meadow waited for him and when she saw him, she immediately rushed towards him. Kai however pushed her to the side aggressively.

“Get out of my way, Meadow.” Kai sneered. He didntwant to speak or see anyone.

Meadow was taken aback and had her mouth agape. She expected him to show a bit more gratitude for exposing ‘the mole’ he was so paranoid about for several weeks. She blinked and she watched as Ally rounded the corner and walked after him.

She was on his tail as he made his way to the kitchen counter. When he stood with his back towards her, Ally tapped his shoulder.

He was fuming, and his muscles were tense. Anyone who talked to him was gonna be his scapegoat for the next couple of hours. In times like these, it was better not to bother Kai in any shape, way or form, otherwise you could literally lose a limb. However, Ally had to tell something important.

Kai’s nostrils flared and his eyes burned with rage. Ally rested her hand on his shoulder and rubbed soothing patterns.

“Not now, Ally.” he warned through gritted teeth.

She didn't listen. Instead, she turned him around to face him. Kai lashed out at her and tried to slap her, but Ally dodged it just in time. This happened regularly so she knew what to expect from Kai. It was like a routine. “You need to see this,” she urged. “It’s about Y/n.”

Kai became intrigued as she mentioned your name. It felt weird hearing someone say it when you were in the basement decaying. Kai furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

Ally grabbed her laptop and a disk, and she searched for something. When she got what she was looking for, she turned the screen towards Kai. “You might want to take a look at this.”

On the screen was camera footage from the kitchen they were standing in. However, the time on the bottom of the screen indicated that the time this was recorded took place in the morning. Kai didn't exactly know what he was looking at until Ally zoomed in on the painting. It was where the safe was behind, and when Ally sped up the footage, he saw a blonde woman enter the room of the kitchen.

The woman had something in her hands. She looked around once or twice before fiddling with the buttons on the safe. When she opened it, it became clear what she placed in the safe It was a recording device and a ticket to New York in it, and when she turned around, Kai got to see a clear look on her face. It was Meadow.

He turned pale and his eyes went wide. His fists balled up till his knuckles turned white and he watched in horror as the camera footage replayed. “It was Meadow all along, she framed Y/n. Y/n spoke the truth. Meadow placed the ticket and recording device in the safe, and stole the footage of the kitchen this morning, but she didn't wipe out the hard drive.”

After that, everything Ally said faded into the background and Kai heard yet again a high pitched beep. It took him a while before he realized what this actualy meant.

His world was spinning, his head became light, he heard a high tone pitch and he felt nauseous. It couldn't be true, right? Kai yanked the device from Ally’s hands, and when he rewinded everything, he got a nasty taste in his mouth. He hoped that it would show him a different video. However, it stayed the same.

Everything was all for nothing. He fucking killed you for nothing.

Ally took a step back when she saw he was trembling with confusion and rage. This man was broken beyond repair. He was drowning and beyond saving. He was falling without having anyone to pull him up.

He suddenly stomped away, punching some of the paintings on the wall to the ground. Everything shattered, just like his life.

He had gone haywire.

“MEADOW!” He screamed, and Ally knew this wasn't gonna end well. He would most likely kill Meadow in the most horrible way possible. Bot that she was opposed to that. She thought Meadow was shallow, but no one deserved Kai's wrath. He’d make her suffer greatly before he’d kill her, and he searched every nook and cranny of his house. Ally could almost see steam from how much rage he had and she tried to keep up with him as he stormed through the house.

Eventually he stopped as he realized Meadow had fled, and it made him realize she probably eavesdropped on Ally and his conversation in the kitchen.

“FUCK!” He punched the wall and his fist broke it. Now there was a hole in the wall and he most likely had an injured hand. However he didn't feel any pain physically. It felt like he just went through the five stages of grief. "FUCKING BITCH!"

As he made another walk in his house, he punched everything he saw from the walls and tables. All that was heard echoing from the walls were the sounds of shattering objects and glass, and when his fists were bloody to the bone, he came to a stop in his bedroom. He stood panting with his body leaned forward with his hands supporting his body.

He was at your desk.

After five minutes, he slammed his fist into the wood, and he turned around and sat down with his back against the dresser. He had calmed down a bit and stopped punching random things. He was just searching for stability. The only thing that gave him that was you, and now that you were gone, so was his stability.

Suddenly a presence was near him, and as he wanted to throw hands at the person who disturbed him, he suddenly saw something that made him question his sanity. That’s when he realized that without stability, he felt like he was losing his mind. It was as if his brain was playing tricks on him. Everything felt like a deception.

He saw your shoes, and his head got pulled up as a finger was placed under his chin. He then came face to face with you and you laid your hands on his cheeks. “Keep your head up, dear.”

Kai stared at you wide-eyed. His nostrils were still flared and a vein in his forehead was protruding.

He scanned your face. It was as if you were actually there. It was as if you were actually kneeled in front of him, even though he knew you weren't really there. He didn't feel any body warmth from your touch on his cheek. He couldn't feel you, but he could sense you.

He reached his fingers out to your lips slowly, and as his index finger and middle finger brushed against your lips, tears escaped his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and rubbed soothing motions.

It felt weird, and part of him knew it was only the hallucination from alcohol intoxication, but somehow this felt real. Your skin felt cold but somehow you left a trail of warmth in his heart.

“I’m so sorry.” he breathed and you pressed your lips into a line. “I know, baby. I know you are.”

“I should have believed you, I should've known that you would never betray me.”

He saw the same look in your eyes as when you breathed your last breath. You looked peaceful, you looked like the overly happy girl whom he met in the summer of 2010. You looked like you accepted everything, which made him feel even more bad.

You grabbed his hands in yours, and placed kisses on top of the bruises he got.

“It’s okay, Kai. Just promise me something. Take care of Winnie, okay? Don’t push her away, she has already lost so much. She probably won't forgive you for a long time, but please don't push her away.” you asked him and he nodded. You smiled at that and it was a smile Kai hadn't seen in a long time. You always used to smile everywhere you went, but after three years of dating, something just changed. It wasn't only a change in your behavior, but there was a huge change in your relationship. Dedication wasn't something your relationship lacked. It was passion that was missing. The flame that once burned brighter than the sun was now merely smoke.

Kai looked at his feet again and you gently laid your hands on his face to make eye contact with you again.

“Remember to keep your head up. Keep your head up and nothing can ever stop you. You’ll be invincible” you pressed your forehead against his. “You got this, my sweet angel.”

Kai gave you a weak smile and his stomach was hurting from the crying. It was hurting from all the pain, regret and grief.

“Remember, I’m here with you, I’ll always be here with you. I stuck to your side for 6 years and I planned to stick by your side till death do us part. And I kept my promise, I’ll always look out for you.”

He smiled at that through his tears and it was quiet for a while before he spoke up again.

“I really did love you.” he breathed and you chuckled. “I know, angel. I really did love you too.” You stood up from your kneeling position and Kai looked up at you. You bit your lip.

“Meadow fled by the way, she took the ticket to New York.”

Just at the mention of Meadow’s name, Kai’s blood began to boil and his muscles tensed again. That stupid bitch was the cause of everything and the worst part is, she almost succeeded. You affirming that she fled was enough for Kai to be even more furious if that were even possible.

You saw this and you had a concerned look on your face.

“Look at me.” Kai hadn't noticed that he dozed off, as he imagined stabbing Meadow, and as he snapped his eyes back to you, you brushed his cheek again.

“You’ll survive. You’re a fighter.”

He closed his eyes as he rested his head against your arm.

You two stayed like that for several minutes before you pulled back. “I’ll wait for you. In the meantime, keep your head up and trust your own gut instead of unreliable sources.” Kai nodded. “I love you, keep your head up and be invincible.”

He nodded and wanted to ask you something, but as he opened his eyes again, you were gone.

Now he sat alone in his bedroom on the rug, and the alcohol intoxication amplified his anger.

He didn't know if you were really there or if it was all in his head. He wasn't sure.

He was sure of one thing though.

He was going to kill Meadow, and he’s going to make her suffer greatly. Kai would project all of his anger and rage on Meadow.

3 days later (friday)

at the airport

Kai wore sunglasses and a hat, and as he saw the back of Meadow’s head, he slowly approached her. She looked oblivious and had her luggage in her hand. She was only hours away from getting the fuck out of Michigan and going to the big Apple.

She entered the women's toilet, and she went to the back stall.

She never thought that she would get away, let alone step a foot outside of Kai’s house, but she was relieved. Meadow really thought that she could create a future with Kai, but after Ally showed Kai that she was the one framing you, Kai was probably furious. Luckily she eavesdropped their conversation so she was ready to get the fuck away from there. Victory was short lived, but in the end, you were dead so she saw that as a win for herself and the world.

Meadow left Kai’s home right on time before Kai started his rampage.

Two male shoes were suddenly standing on the other side of the stall, it peeked up into Meadow’s stalls. She sighed. “Why are you in the women’s bathroom?” she asked and when she got no answer back, she huffed. “Well okay Mr Mysterious. Just so you know, I’m not giving you a blowjob.”

Kai rolled his eyes and clenched his jaws. Before he could say anything further, Meadow was first.

"Alright you know what? Just come in here and I'll do it quick for you. My mouth is really dry though, and my gag reflex is really sensitive."

She opened the door and she looked at the ground, not paying any attention.

“A life for a life,” Kai then said and the sounds of his low voice echoed against the walls. Meadow froze as she recognized the voice, and her head snapped up to his. She tried to reclose the door, but Kai pried himself inside before she could place the lock. When Kai was inside of the small stall, he closed the door behind him and locked it.

Meadow then felt something cold press against her neck. “Heads up.” Kai whispered in her ear, and Meadow shrieked. However, she obliged and looked him in the eyes looking up at him as Kai continued talking. “I want to look at you as life leaves your eyes. I wanna look at you as I take your last breath.” As Meadow widened her eyes Kai was satisfied. Kai then stabbed the blade into her back, and her sounds got silenced by Kai’s hand who was muffling the sounds.

She wasn’t dead, yet. Although she is gonna wish she were.

Thre hours later, Kai locked the door and slid underneath back to the other side. He kept Meadow alive at first. He just tortured her, all in the name of you. He did everything for you. He made sure to give her as much pain as possible, and he walked to the sink to wash off the blood.

Killing Meadow felt satisfying but it didn't feel liberating. He had avenged your death, sure. But nothing in this world was gonna bring you back.

He only found one more solution.

If Meadow were to watch Kai from above the clouds or below the darkest pit of hell, he hoped she’d see that he was going to kill everyone she loved. And he hoped that she would have to watch him while she couldn't do a single thing to stop him.

He kept his head up, and he was invincible. He was going to kill Meadow’s entire family tree who were still alive.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x female reader #kai anderson #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you #kai anderson smut #ahs cult #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x female reader #evan

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e-louise-bates · 1 month

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Watching the World Figure Skating Championships this past week, I realized all over again how frustrating it is that we have dissolved the complexity of the sport into two categories: technical ability and artistic ability (aka technical elements and program components, according to the judging rubric). Because to my eyes, and I realize this makes me sound fully my age and then some, what is (generally) lacking in figure skating currently is not artistry, as many people complain: it's basic skating skills. The top-ranked male skater in the world right now has such scratchy edges and poor control when he's not performing his elements that it is painful to watch at times. He may be able to do a quad axel, (and it is a thing of beauty,) but if he ever attempted edges or footwork like we used to see in the days of figures, he'd fall flat on his face. Spins may be spectacular and complicated, but I can count on one hand the number of skaters who don't need suitcases for how far they travel when they spin. Programs may even be choreographed well and performed well, but again, it doesn't make up for lack of edge work, control, precision, and quickness.

I know we can't move backward in any sport, and I wouldn't want to. Figures are not coming back. I just wish that we could somehow celebrate the sport moving forward in a way that added to its complexity and beauty, rather than replacing those parts of it with technical prowess and static routines where even the choreography is limited to elements like "choreo sequence level 1" or "step sequence level 2."

There are a lot of brilliant skaters out there right now, and I guess it just makes me sad that we don't get to see them ever reach their full potential because of the way in which the sport has shifted. And ultimately, has the sport improved because of it? If we're talking popularity, no. Outside of the skating world, nobody cares that we have a man who can do a quad axel. That's not bringing viewers rushing to the events. Stars on Ice is not touring through the US this year for the first time since it began in 1987--citing a difficulty in finding venues and booking skaters, but I have to believe a lack of ticket sales is contributing to both of those difficulties.

And if we're talking the sport being better intrinsically ... well, when almost all the best skaters in the world have to retire before the age of thirty because of hip and knee problems (and for some female skaters, before the age of twenty), when there's nothing left for a skater after he or she is done competing because there's no professional figure skating world anymore, when the sport is even more riddled with scandal now than it was in the 1990s and early 2000s ... I'd have to say no to that as well.

In short (she says, ignoring the fact that nothing about this post is short), this doesn't actually feel like progress to me--in many ways, it feels like the sport of figure skating as a whole is moving backward, despite the technical advances. And that has nothing to do with a perceived lack of artistic ability in the skaters, but rather has to do with the breaking down of something complex and intricate into disparate parts and then ignoring the fact that there's nothing to hold them together.

I hope there is a shift soon, or else I fear that this sport I love so well will vanish entirely.

#random musings #I want to be very clear that this is not dunking on any individuals #but rather the way the sport itself has been developed and shaped #there are some who are fighting the system #and some who are finding a way to thrive within it #and I admire and respect all of them #and even enjoy watching many of them #but the overall trend of figure skating these days is a frustrating one

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 48 : We're soldiers ✍️

Warning: mentions of stalker, ICEMAN (should be a warning), poor baby Liam is scared, someone leaves the dagger squad :), and... there's a surprise at the end ❤️

A/N: I can hear you all screaming at me when you finish reading this. :DDDDDDDDDDDDD

Masterlist on pinned!

Jake walks to the elevator, looking for Mav’s number in his phone. He had managed to find three seats on a plane that leaves early in the morning. He and his family won’t have to stay in Hawaii much longer.

Pressing the button and watching the doors close, Jake sighs, clenching his fist and hitting the closed door with it. How has he been so reckless? Why did he think that three years away from you could fix everything? As if his father would magically have forgotten about him, and allowed Jake to be happy for once in his lifetime. Yeah, that would never happen.

Jake wasn’t allowed to be happy.

“Jake? I read the group chat. Look, I’m trying to call Ice so he can help me fix this but-”

“He found us.” Jake mutters, cutting off Mav’s words.

“Gregory?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, Jake. You need to come back immediately.” Jake can hear Mav walking around the house, he can recognize Theo and Milo’s barks in the background.

“I got plane tickets already. Mav, that contact you had in the NCIS… he needs to work faster.”

Mav sighs, sitting down. “I haven't heard from him in a while, I’m actually worried. I’ll go to his house this afternoon.”

“Thanks, pop.” Jake walks out of the elevator once the doors open, having arrived at his destination. “This isn’t like the last time, Mav. We were only two back then. But my son is in danger now. I’ll kill that son of a bitch if he tries to touch Liam.”

“Go with Red. She needs you, and you need her, too. I’ll go to the airport to get you two tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Jake walks down the corridor, checking behind him every two steps to see if anyone is following him. It wouldn’t surprise him that one of his father’s men had a room on the same floor. Once he gets to the door, he calls you, and you pick up right away.

“Are you outside?”

“Yeah, sweets. It’s me.”

You unlock the door with a scared expression on your face. Liam is behind you, gripping your hand with such force that his tiny knuckles are white. Liam is smart, he must have sensed your fear, and he’s now scared, too.

Jake has to take a deep breath to stop himself from kicking every door in this damned hotel until he finds the man who has been taking pictures of his family.

“You got tickets?” You ask him, closing the door once he’s inside.

“Yeah, we’re leaving early in the morning. Mav will be waiting for us at the airport, probably he’ll bring Rooster and Javy with him, just in case.”

You kneel down, kissing Liam’s forehead. "Hey, pretty boy, why don’t you go play with that turtle plushie Dada bought you yesterday?”

“I want to stay with Mama and Dada.” He pouts, grabbing the fabric of your skirt.

“Mama and Dada aren’t going anywhere, okay? Now go play for a bit.” You insist, caressing his cheeks. Liam nods softly, sitting down in front of the TV and hugging his new plushie.

“I hate seeing him like that, fuck.” Jake mutters, walking to the main bedroom. You follow behind him, eyes locked on his neck, fearing that the moment you stop looking at him, he might disappear, just like he did three years ago.

He must have noticed the fear in your eyes, because when he turns, he holds your face between his hands while leaning closer, his forehead pressing against yours. “I’m not going anywhere this time, Red.”

“Promise?” You whisper, your hands flying to his wrists. You can feel his pulse under your fingertips, accelerated and erratic.

“I promise you.”

Your phone rings, startling both of you. You look at it—an unknown number appears on the screen. “I don’t recognize this number.”

Jake swallows, closing the door so Liam doesn’t hear anything. “Pick it up.”

You take the call, putting it on speaker, so Jake can hear it too. “Hello?”

“Lieutenant Commander Seresin?” You hear a hoarse voice at the other end of the line, not recognizing it either.

“Yeah, it’s me. Who’s this?”

“Iceman?” Jake asks, relaxing completely next to you.

“Yeah. I heard that Cyclone found out about you two.”

You look at the floor, feeling ashamed that you’re receiving a call from the Admiral itself. “Admiral Kazansky, I know that I’m the one to blame here. We knew that it was risky…”

“Please, call me Ice. And don’t worry about it. Love is love, kid. We can’t stop that. I’m calling you to offer a solution.”

Jake’s face lits up. He needs you two to stay at the base now more than ever. It’s the only place he knows you two will be safe.

“Please, we’re desperate.” You mutter, grabbing Jake’s hand.

“Red, would you like to be a full-time instructor at Top Gun? You won’t be taking unnecessary risks, and you won’t be related to the Dagger Squad in any way, but that’ll make possible that yours and Jake’s relationship can be considered legal.”

“Yes! Absolutely. It’s a perfect position for me.” You reply immediately, Jake’s lips finding your temple.

“It’s a pity that such an amazing leader has to be kicked out of the team, but we’ll think of something so you can come back. For now, this is the best option I could find.”

“Thank you so much, Ice. Maverick called you, right?”

“He practically begged me to keep you two at the same station. Anyway, is there anything else I can help you with?”

You look at Jake, not knowing what to do. He swallows and takes a breath before speaking. “If the NCIS is investigating my case, I’m sure you know by now who I am.”

“Yeah, I know. I honestly don’t care about your surname, Jake. I just care about the pilot, and you’re probably the best pilot of your generation.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jake clenches his jaw, preparing himself for his next words. “My family is in danger, Ice. I can’t let them leave the station under any circumstances.”

“You’re safe at base. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you soon.”

Ice hangs up, and you look at Jake with half a smile on your face. “Well, at least we solved that part of the problem.”

Jake snorts, tilting his head to look at you. “Always look at the bright side, Mrs. Seresin.”

“Someone has to. You’re the negative one here. I have to be positive.”

Jake sits on the bed, taking off his shoes. “I cant see anything positive about you being followed by my father’s men for three years.”

You sit next to him, your hand looking for his. “The worst part is that you had to leave me, and for what? It amounted to nothing.”

“Don’t remind me that. I could have stayed with you during the whole pregnancy, dammit.”

You kiss his shoulder before placing your chin on it. “Let’s not worry about that. We’re gonna go back to the base, and we’ll be safe. Nobody can hurt us there.”

“I’m not even sure he’s trying to hurt me. He just wants to scare me. Torture me psychologically until I give up and go back to him.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen. Because you have me, and you have your family. We’re fighting with you. We're soldiers, Jake. We fight.”

Jake’s face softens, his lips pressing together in a thin line. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You won’t have to find out.” You say before kissing him softly.

It’s been a month since Gregory decided to make his presence known, but nothing has happened since then. Not a call or a message. Not a single indication that he’s still around. It’s like he’s gone.

But you and Jake can’t stop worrying that somehow Gregory’s next move will be worse than anything he has ever done before.

Turns out that Mav’s friend, the one who had been trying to prove all the crimes that Jake’s father has committed, has disappeared. Maybe he got too close to the truth, and somehow the St. James patriarch got rid of him. You just hope he's okay, but a little voice inside your head tells you that the man is probably dead.

After the team found out that you had been followed for the past three years, they made a schedule so they could take care of Liam. Penny, Doc, Sarge, Ames, and Mav take turns so that Liam doesn’t have to go to daycare. It’s not a safe place if Cyclone can walk in and take your kid without authorization, just like he did in the past.

Speaking of the devil. You told Ice how Cyclone had admitted to being in possession of a picture that was sent to him in an anonymous email, and instead of reporting it to the authorities, he decided to use that picture to expose yours and Jake’s relationship. He’s being investigated, but you don’t think he has anything to do with this. He called you back to the academy out of sheer chance, and somehow he let himself be carried away by his own feelings, whatever they were. Once he saw the picture, he found the perfect excuse to get rid of Jake once and for all.

He had been trying to do that for the past three years, and you gave it to him on a silver plate.

Other than that, the month has been pretty calm. Ash was deployed, and she had to go back to her base, so it was impossible for you to talk to her. Rooster was pretty down after you told him that the wizzo had some important matters that took up all of her free time and she couldn't start anything with him. Javy and Nat’s relationship is still pretty new, but the way he looks at her tells you that these two will last. Maybe you should start looking for a dress for her wedding, because you know that these two will get married sooner or later.

Doc is in her fifth month of pregnancy, and Bob has been trying to convince her to ask for maternity leave, but she’s determined to work until she can’t walk anymore. Poor Bob calls twice a day to check on her.

Your mom has been trying to come see you now that her favorite person on the planet, and when she says that, she means Jake, is now ‘married’ to her daughter again. But things are already too dangerous for the three of you, and you don’t want to add more people to this game Jake and his father are playing.

You’re now sitting at the Hard Deck after a long day at work, with Jake sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he sips his beer. Rooster is looking out the window, his melancholic aura accompanying him wherever he goes. He can’t stop thinking about Ash, and he still thinks that he knows her from somewhere. You hope that Ash’s life becomes easier soon, because both of them deserve to be happy, even if you don’t know if Ash thinks about Rooster in the same way he does about her.

“Do you guys have plans for the weekend?” Mickey asks, offering you a beer.

“Stay home. I still haven’t recovered from the Fourth of July.” You reply, making Jake chuckle.

“That was three weeks ago.”

“We ate so much I couldn’t eat properly for the next week.” You complain, remembering the amount of meat that Mav and Mickey cooked on the barbeque.

“It wasn’t even that much! You should see my abuelita’s kitchen on Cinco de Mayo.” Mickey looks for a picture on his phone when you see Nat and Ames at the back of the bar, moving their arms to catch your attention.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You whisper in Jake’s ear, his hand squeezing your thigh before you get up.

You follow the two girls into the bathroom and close the door behind you. “You got it?”

Nat takes the two pregnancy tests from the box and hands them to you. “You know what to do, mama.”

You nod, taking them and getting in one of the stalls, taking a deep breath.

“When I said I wanted a new nephew, I didn’t mean that you had to get pregnant the first night you had sex with my brother.” Ames says, unlocking her phone to prepare the timer.

“We don’t know if she’s pregnant, Ames. That’s why she’s taking the tests.” Nat comments, reading the instructions. “You weren't drinking that beer I saw in front of you, right?”

You flush the toilet and get out, leaving the two tests on the counter and washing your hands. “Of course I wasn’t”

The three of you stare at the tests, silence surrounding you. “What are you gonna do if it’s positive?” Ames questions, hugging your arm.

“Take maternity leave.”

“Are you gonna tell Jake?”

“I’ll go to the ob-gyn first, make sure everything is okay. It might be Jake’s first pregnancy.” You lean against the wall, closing your eyes. “How am I supposed to bring another baby into this world when their big brother has to be constantly guarded in case someone tries to take him away from his parents?”

Nat hugs you tightly, caressing your hair. “You’re not alone. You have this big, crazy family that will help you every step of the way.”

You wipe your tears away, chuckling at the idea of being pregnant again. “He’s getting a vasectomy after the third baby.”

“Third?” Ames' eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah, we want three kids. We talked about this a few weeks ago, but I literally didn’t think that we had one bun in the oven already.”

“His aiming skills aren’t legendary only on the air.”

You and Nat both look at Ames, the young girl biting her lower lip so she doesn't laugh. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Amelia’s phone starts beeping, signaling that the three minutes are over.

“It’s time to look, Red.”

You take a deep breath and walk slowly to the counter, looking at the two tests.

Two lines.

Positive.

You’re pregnant.

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Born To Die

I’m listening to dangerously yours again. It’s unhealthy. Probably plagiarized it, my bad.

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

summary: part 2 to this though could probably be read as a stand alone. Jason and reader reunite after his death

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

warning: death, language, a lot of rambling it adds character deal with it, Jason has green eyes, isn’t really proof read

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When Bruce Wayne of all people called you last night, you were hesitant to answer.

A million thoughts flooded your brain. How did you even have his number in your contacts? How did he have your number? When you moved to California you tried to put as must distance as could from Gotham. The memories being too painful. But why the hell was Bruce Wayne calling you? On a Thursday night of all times. Not that it matters but he didn’t even have the decency to call you during the day. No, he had to barge in on your self-appointed sulking time. You sighed and were about to answer it when a bird hit your window. Obviously, you took this as a sign from whatever entity there was not to answer the call. You’ve read enough books to know dead birds are never good. But then Bruce called again. and again. and again. On the fifth call, you answered. No one would call five times if it wasn’t important.

“What?” You snapped

“Jason’s alive.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. You knew Bruce was crazy but you didn’t know he was that crazy. Jason was dead. You held his cold body in your own arms, for crying out loud. It had to be some sick joke. Just when you hadn’t cried over Jason in almost a day (a new personal record) Bruce just had to say that shit. A part of you wondered what Jason ever saw in him. Why Jason ever became his partner. Oh god. Jason. Your mind flashed back to all the memories you had with him. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every touch. Everything. You missed him. A part of you hoped that that was true. But the more reasonable part of you knew it wasn’t, no matter how much you wished. It’s funny, you remember crying out to the heavens above to bring him back to life. Jason, your soulmate. But at last, you got no answer. So why now? Why now would he be alive? Why not when you were kicking the earth where he laid hoping that maybe that would wake him from his eternal sleep? Why not when you stopped talking to anyone, isolating yourself in fear that you would attached then they would die again? Why not then? What makes now so different?

Bruce heard your sharp breaths and a quiet “what?”.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but right now I need you to get to Gotham City as soon as possible. I’ll explain everything when you get here. I emailed you your plane ticket information, please pack accordingly” then he hung up.

Rude. You don’t know what’s ruder, Bruce telling you that the love of your life is alive or that he just expects you to unroot your life and go to Gotham at the flick of a finger.

Ultimately, Jason was and will always be your weak spot, so of course you got on the flight and went to Gotham. It's embarrassing but you would do anything for Jason, dead or not.

So that’s how you ended up walking through Gotham city. Sure Bruce offered you a ride to get to the manor but you enjoy the solditary that comes with walking alone. However, you did put your suitcase in the cab to be taken to Manor. You aren’t a manic.

On the plane ride over you had researched Gotham, as you did not want to go in blindly. What if there was an insane serial killer running around. But what you had found was a new mysterious villain was taking control of Gotham from the inside out. The villain or “Red Hood” as the articles dubbed him seemed to only be targeting other criminals and as far as you can tell you aren’t a criminal. So by all means, for the most part, you were safe to walk around Gotham at night alone.

You’ve lived in Gotham long enough to know which parts to avoid. Thanks to Jason, you also know a little bit of self defense. As you walk the lonely streets, you find your self reminiscing on your time spent with him. There was the park bench you two craved your initials in. Down a little ways is a garbage can you bet Jason he couldn’t fit in. He did. You lost five bucks that day. Even further down was the apartment complex you and Jason lived in.

You stop for a moment to stare at it. It looks like complete and utter shit, but it always did. Maybe that’s what you loved about it. People were so quick to judge the outside that no one ever even bothered look inside. It was abandoned. Left in the same state that you had left it in. It almost makes you happy in a weird way. Your memories that took place in there would never be touched. Forever preserved. You’re tempted to go inside but you know you must continue on your journey. To Wayne manor. To see Jason. No. Maybe. To possibly see Jason. Through very likely you won’t.

You continue walking, even though your legs feel like shit. A couple buildings down is the little run down diner you and Jason would hang out. The owners were quite nice and always gave you two free food. A simple gesture that probably didn’t mean much to them but to you and Jason it meant the world. You think if you ever got to thank them for their kindness and told them what it really meant. You suppose you haven’t, so you walk into the diner. The smell brings you back a different time. A simpler time. Back when Jason was still alive. You look over to the booth where you and Jason you used to sit. No one’s there. You’re tempted to go sit down and try to find every inscripture you and Jason ever craved into the both.

“fuck it” you mumble as you walk over to the booth.

You sit and a waitress immediately comes to get your order.

“Anything I can get started up for you hon” the waitresses says with a strong southern accent.

A southern belle you presume. She’s young. And has the kind of voice that instantly comforts you. Like a mother’s touch. It’s sad to see her here. In a run down diner in Gotham. Arguably the worst city in America. This city will drain the life from her and before she even knows it she’s heartbroken and stuck. Or dead. Death is probably the more likely outcome, from your experience.

“Just a chocolate milkshake” you say remembering that it was what you and Jason would always share.

“That’s unusual for this time of hour” She chuckles as she writes it down. “What brings you to Gotham, you don’t look like a regular”

“Visiting an old friend I guess” you shrug

“Oh well I hope you enjoy your stay” she smiles

“Thank you” you smile back as she walks away.

Ironic. You would not enjoy your stay. Nothing good ever comes from Gotham. As soon as she is out of sight your hands quickly move to feeling the table and searching for the carvings. You find yours and Jason’s initials. An occasional “Jason was here” or “y/n and Jason were here”. But something strikes you. It is a simple date. Something you don’t remember doing yourself. It is the date of when you and Jason shared your first kiss. He must’ve carved it. Your eyes well with tears. It is the simplest of things that will bring you back to all the heartbreak and loss. You presume that that is how grief works. It comes and goes in mysterious ways. Sometimes even a color reminds you of him and your back to the day when you were told he died.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by a milkshake being placed on the table. You thank the waitress and take the straw she gave you. Mixing the whip cream with the chocolate slush. Something that Jason always did and now you can’t drink a milkshake without doing it. It’s the littlest things that he did that stuck with you. You always wear mismatched socks because he did. He insisted that “matching socks were unnatural”z You hear the diner door bell jingle, signifying another costumer has entered, but pay it no mind. Until the new customer sits at your booth. Then you look up from your milkshake, raising your eye to find the culprit. You are meant with green eyes. The very same eyes you see when you close your eyes at night. The very same eyes that haunt your every move.

No. This can’t be happening. He’s supposed to be dead. You’re almost paralyzed, but you will not show weakness. For all you know this is clay face trying to get a jab out of you. Your widen eyes now harden. You take a sip of your milkshake just to be sure you aren’t dreaming. All while Jason stares at you. No not Jason. It. He. Whatever stares at you. Yep not dreaming. You are reassured that by the sweet milkshake filling your taste buds.

“Soooooo….” He starts

You stop drinking, “what the fuck is going on? Whatever sick joke is happening needs to end. I’m not in the mood“ you close your eyes and sigh, “God I should’ve just stayed in nice little apartment and not listen to fucking stupid Bruce Wayne.” You rant

He just raises his eyebrows as if he is stunned for a moment

“Well answer the god damn question!” You demand

“Ummm I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain. I just woke up one day and was alive?” He says, hoping you don’t snap again.

“Yeah like that’s totally possible. I’m done here.” You say as you grab a ten dollar bill from your bag and tuck it under your milkshake and get up to walk away.

“Y/n! Please just-“

“No! I’m done with whatever fucked up bull shit this is. You’re-Jason Todd is dead.” You say as you walk out the door.

The stranger follows you. You quicken your pace. He does to.

“I said to fuck off” you turn to yell at him.

“February 2nd. I came into your bedroom through your window all bloody and bruised. You patched me up and made sure I was okay. In some miracle of a moment I got you to kiss me. If I was dead how could I know that?”

The possibility of him being alive crosses your mind. No. You are better than that. You are not delusional.

“Lucky guess.” You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

”when my mom-Catherine, was dying you were holding my hand as I held hers. You hugged me and made sure that I didn’t see as she took her final breathes.”

No. It really is him. Oh my god. A million thoughts rush through your head. How? Should you hug him? Kiss him? Your eyes well up with tears, on the brink of falling. Not of happiness but of frustration. Why now? Just when you finally are starting to move on. the universe has other plans. You guess you probably should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this before you came. Him being alive was always a possibility, but come on who would believe that?

You can only mutter a response, a unimportant response, “how long?”

“What?”

“How long have you’ve been alive Jason?” You question, now fully committed to the question.

“Why?”

“I want to know.” You’re hoping that he will reply to something so you can be mad, a emotion that you recognize, instead of dealing with whatever emotion your feeling.

“Five years.”

five years. five fucking years. Five years you were grieving. Five years in which you’ve tried to move on. Five years

“Why didn’t come to me?” A heartbreaking question that had to be asked. Did he not trust you? Did he not remember you? Did he not love you anymore?

“I thought you moved on. Bruce replaced me. You moved away. You forgot about me. It would be selfish of me to come back hoping you would still want me.”

“How dare you say that? Each and every fucking day I am reminded of you. I couldn’t get away from you even if I tried and believe me I have fucking tried. From the moment I found out about your death I have been consumed by this inexplicable sorrow Jason. I loved you. I love you. I could never just forget that.” You explain

You and Jason stare at each other for a moment. You hate yourself for getting mad at him. This should be a moment of celebrating, not an argument.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I was just so angry. At the world. At joker. At Bruce.”

“At me?”

“No never you.”

You sigh. Suddenly being brought back to earth by him.

“You probably should have been. Y’know? I couldn’t stop you.”

Your tears are about to fall. No. He will not see you cry. You turn to walk away again, not wanting him to see the tears fall. No, no, let him think you’re fine. So that he might be able to move on.

Until you hear, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that.”

To this you turn back around.

“Don’t do what Jason?”

“Don’t blame yourself for my death. There was nothing you could’ve done.” He says.

“Jay.” The nickname rolls off your tongue, sending shockwaves through him.

He stares at you with those piercing green eyes. It’s like you’ve been transported back to when you were telling him to stay. To not go. But yet he wouldn’t listen. A million thought going through his beautiful head. A million thoughts that you wished you could read, or even just glimpse into.

At last, after what feels like an lifetime, he speaks, “Do you know what you are to me?” He pauses, taking in your features, “You’re something to believe in again. After all these years I’m still yours. I never once stopped loving you. If there were to be a person for me, it would be you. It would be you above anyone else in the world. I love you. And I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault. It wasn’t.”

When he says things like that it makes you want to run into his arms and kiss him under the moon light. Maybe you will. Yeah you probably will. Fuck it. You only live once, a phrase you have adopted since his passing.

You run the mere ten feet you were from him to him. His arms immediately encapsulate you. Oh how you missed being in his arms. It’s like his arms were designed for you and no one else.

“I missed you.” you murmur into his chest

“I missed you too”

Still, a million words left unsaid, but for now, you in his arms will do.

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Sorry this took me a hot minute I had a depressive episode #yolo. Any who here’s a tag list though I didn’t really have one because I didn’t think people liked my work that much but some things change lol. Also I really do not know how to respond to comments, I promise I’m trying. I do read them and I appreciate them!

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danceylancey · 5 months

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CW: crime, violence and murder

Before Voltron, before the Garrison, even before Hunk, Lance lived a dangerous life. His mother was a kind woman who worked as a manager of a appliance company, his father a butcher at the local shop. His sisters were all in school and his brother was working at the docks. His aunt was a photographer and her husband stayed at home with the kids.

None of these things or people made his life the way it was. It was Javier, his aunts ex husband who was a crooked man with too much venom to keep tucked behind his teeth. He had run into Lance when he was eight and walking home in the hot sun of Cuba. Javier was kind to Lance, letting him rant about his passions, willingly straining to listen when his sisters would be so much louder.

It was because of this very reason that Lance did the first favour his former uncle asked. It was just to distract a shop keeper while his uncles American friends bagged some of the lotto tickets boxed behind the counter, waiting to be sorted into sale.

Maybe it was the thrill of the ensuing chase, the pride in being able to get away safely, or even the money Javier gave him for a job well done. But Lance knew deep down that it was the way his uncle told him he was important, actually necessary, to competing the task. He wasn’t just wanted, he was needed and without him they wouldn’t have been able to sell the tickets for a pretty penny.

Lance was quick to take the role of a decoy, as long as Javier would continue giving him praise and sweets and hundred dollar notes as reward. He distracted cops, shop owners, even a rich man who made the mistake of flaunting his money around while the older men smashed into his car. He ignored the fear in his heart the first time he saw Javier beat a man down to the ground, opening his jaw onto the curb and stomping. His uncle said the man was bad, Lance believed him.

By the time he was twelve, Javier and his crew, who worked for a man Lance was never allowed to meet, had taught him a number of tricks in order to steal anything and escape from anyone. He was quick and small, lean but strong enough to lift his own body weight. His body was covered in a few scars from close calls when jumping fences and shattered glass, but it was easy to hide it from his mother.

It was at this age when he first got deep into the violence of the crime he had found himself it.

Lance had been told to break into a man’s house while they distracted him with a broken down car out front, something they had done several times. Only, this man was prepared. He had caught on quick and Javier had chosen to bolt instead of warning Lance, something he’d done before, so when the man came into the house and saw Lance arm deep in his safe, he didn’t bother asking questions.

Lance had fought like his life was already over, throwing everything he had into kicking the other man off him. Just as the man hit his face again, adding a broken eye socket to his mangled jaw, Lance managed to take his legs out.

The man fell hard.

So hard his head cracked open and Lance, not realising what this meant, kept kicking at him until he managed to escape and run back to their hideout.

Lance thought of the news report stating the man’s death and the faces of his two children sobbing about their beloved dad who had been saving money to get a proper gravestone for their mother every. Single. Day. He didn’t let himself forget that his first life taken was a good one, a faithful one, a kind one.

He kept going, now with the knowledge that anyone could take a life and that the world was deadlier than he once believed. He kept a blade on him at all times, ready to fight, or to die pointlessly like that man. He kept stealing, robbing, lying, deceiving, but now Lance was willing to harm others to get what he was told.

Taking a life taught him the fragility of it, but also the need.

He remembered the day he told his uncle he was going to the Garrison, that he was going to use his skills for good despite spending the previous years being so cruel. Javier’s response stayed with him even as he entered war,

“Lance… I taught you crime, not to kill. You are the one who has made this a profession. Remember that.”

#lance mcclain #lance centric #langst #voltron #bamf lance

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altschmerzes · 9 months

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Sooo I’ve been wanting to ask this but have also been too nervous to do so for fear of sounding too demanding or fishing for too many spoilers…but after seeing your recent post about being happy to talk about your fics, I’m just going to go for it 😂 I am very curious about how you plan to tackle episode 2x8 and the changes you’ll be making, and just…is there anything you’d be willing to share about all that?

AH YEAH ONE OF THE...... BIGGEST THINGS(TM) IN THIS ENTIRE CONCEPT AND FIC. from the BEGINNING this was gonna be Enormous no matter what and i am happy to talk about it!!! i love when people are invested in my projects tbh it makes it way more fun and engaging to work on them. you guys feed my energy to work on this thing, and thus it gets done faster, etc.

("is there anything you'd be willing to share?" [goes off on a whole big explanation that is probably WAY more than you asked for-])

so. 2x08. and all that. gonna put it under a cut again, in case 'gav explains in some degree of... detail exactly what they're gonna write in their fic' is gonna ruin the experience for you (gosh i hope not ljkdsf) but here we go (also cw for abuse here, which is probably obvious but. still.)-

2x08 is where things like... it marks the big Shift in the status quo of how things are, though the actual Events of 2x08 as translated into the au are sort of in the middle of an extended series of events that begin before it and end after it. so i'll talk through sorta the process of events that it's contained in.

basically, at the time it starts jamie is living with his dad most of the week in manchester but spending weekends staying with his friends in a rotation in richmond so he can work at nelson road on weekends. (yes, i'm aware of how far away those places are from each other. yes this is an insane commute. everybody is aware it's insane, everybody is sort of tactfully avoiding pointing it out to jamie. he does his homework on the bus, it's peaceful, he says.) he gets to richmond late fridays, goes to whichever friend whose house he's staying at that weekend, and then gets home sunday evenings.

at this point, ted is getting way more worried about jamie as time goes on, and others are too. he's been talking to his little like. war meeting of responsible adults he's consulting on whether he's right about what he's suspecting here, what to do about it, how, when, etc. and he's just recently gotten worried enough that he's given his phone number to jamie's friends at the park, shannon and company, and told them that if they're ever worried, if something ever Happens with jamie that sets off that 'i need to get an adult' instinct and they don't know who to call, they can call him. in fact, please call him. and so shannon calls him. because it's like, wednesday or thursday, jamie is not supposed to be in town this early, and he seems hurt. he seems hurt and it seems bad. by the time ted gets there, jamie has bolted and they don't know where he is. and there's just... nothing really to do. he's texting shannon saying he's fine and leave him alone.

and then there's the match at wembley. which is coming up Right Now so they have to deal with that, not like they can postpone it, so they get all the way to the match with this awareness in the back of their heads that like. jamie's out there somewhere having just had a really bad fight with his father, who very obviously based on context clues and what shannon said has beat the hell out of him, he's hurt, but they just have to sort of. keep going. for the moment.

and they lose the match obvs, and jamie went to it with his father - he and some friends are staying in town for a night or two for the event, he got jamie to arrange him tickets a bit back like in canon as well - and comes to see them after because he wants to be there when things are bad too, and that leads to a confrontation when his father comes to find him, and it gets. bad. jamie tries to defend himself but it gets violent, and by the time they're able to intervene he's been. knocked around a bit. (a bit more.)

at that point it's pretty clear that he needs a hospital. it's not life threatening, or anything like that, but it's obvious to ted and roy, who are primarily dealing with this situation (and yeah we get a version of the hug with roy - which scares the fuck out of roy when that's how it becomes clear to him that jamie is Seriously Hurt), that he's not just hurt he's injured and they cannot in good conscience not take him to a hospital. which means doctors and social workers and an overnight stay and a while where they're not allowed in the room with him while the people in charge figure out what's going on and what to do about it. jamie is released from hospital and allowed to go home with ted (and roy, who tags along for a bit, because someone needs to drive them and he can't stomach leaving just yet) late the next evening, but it's a deeply stressful and traumatic experience for all involved. jamie has a lot of healing to do, both physically and emotionally, but this is the big like. turning point towards things Being Okay in the end, finally getting him into a safe place where he'll be loved and cared for.

#gav gab #gav answers #fic: wriggle up on dry land #this is like. the whole 2x08 thing in a nutshell.#'a nutshell' lmao #it's a Lot #abuse cw

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enha-sua · 8 months

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(🖊) ... KNOWN SUA SASAENGS !

— 𖦹 warnings? stalking , meantions of panic attacks

💬nia's notes: i have a request that i saved for next week

♡ ... THE STALKER !

[ 🤍 ] … about account : this account was made by known stalker fan of sua , they’ve been following her around since i-land after seeing a fancam of her online.

this user is known as yoomin , people assume it’s a nickname of a fake name because they’ve seen him use it before. yoomin started out as a normal fan of sua , he’d promote her all over social media for people to vote for her , only going to a few concert , fansigns , his infatuation with the girl soon turns into a full blown delusion , he genuinely thought they were in a relationship , he tried to get tickets to anything having to do with sua , he also began to follow her around even during her off times , taking weird photos of her and posting them

he doesn’t like heeseung or sunghoon , he’s made that quite known on his page , he even hates on the other boys if they “get too close” to her. many fans are concerned about her safety , because he has made claims of harming her on many occasions , especially if she’s seen out with anyone or wearing a outfit he deems inappropriate. she is aware of the boy , and as nice as she is to fans , whenever she sees the fans she can’t help but shake in fear , it’s to the point a few times she had to be escorted off stage due to a panic attack.

— 𖦹 they boys reaction : they’ve seen him so they know what she looks like , jungwon is always the one who tries to spot him before they get on stage and let everyone know so they can either tell someone , or make sure sua doesn’t see him so she won’t have a panic attack. heehoon , even though they could potentially be in danger , they always keep direct eye contact with him every single time they see him , and aren’t afraid to contact the police if they see him hanging around during off time.

♡ ... THE OT7 STAN !

[ 🤍 ] … about account : an account dedicated to spreading hate to sua , known for starting many rumors about her and one of the biggest sua antis.

this user is known as bbang , bbang is a ot6 fan actually , they also don’t like sunoo , due to the closeness of his relationship with sua. bbang became a fan around 2021 , they’re seemingly a heeseung bias and people think that’s why they don’t like sua. they have a lot of influence in the sua anti community and are known to trend horrible tags on twitter , and make hate comments that get thousands of likes.

this page is known for starting some of sua’s worst scandals , such as the “smoking scandal” and the “hickey scandal” , and those are the ones that actually stuck , but their has been more. they’re also known for going to fansigns and skipping her and her sunoo on multiple occasions.

— 𖦹 the boys reaction : as much as they want to do something , they know nothing about this person , they don’t really even know what they look like since they wear a mask everytime , sunoo and sua ( with exceptions of the scandals ) haven’t been effected in real life , they know who this person is and everytime they skip them , they just turn to each other laughing.

♡ ... THE SELLER !

[ 🤍 ] … about account : this account is dedicated to buying and trading suas personal information.

don’t let their low follower count fool you , this person gets a lot of attraction , a lot of weird people out there. this account popped out of no where , people actually thought it was fake , that was until suas text messages were leaked, they leaked her messages , and belift had to come out and announce it , it was crazy.

no one knows who this is , they don’t know if it’s a fan , if they’ve been around sua or not , if they’re dangerous – they don’t even know if they like the group or not , they’re unknown.

— 𖦹 the boys reaction : they’re just as confused as anyone else , all they know is , sua has to keep changing her number and they can’t catch this person.

©️ENHA-SUA

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