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starrystevie · 8 months

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18+ | explicit sex & smoking | read here on ao3

it's 1996 when steve's world gets turned upside down again.

or, well, technically it's a few minutes into '97 when everything changes. he's at a new years party that his ex timothy is hosting and everyone is still hooting and hollering as they ring it in, pressing sloppy kisses to cheeks and lips with arms hooked around necks.

steve doesn't get kissed. not because people aren't eyeing him with a smirk and mischief and open arms of their own. no, he doesn't let himself get kissed because something feels... off about the night. the energy is weird, buzzing through his skin like electricity, keeping him on edge in a way he hasn't been since he left hawkins for boston in the fist place.

it isn't long until he figures out why.

timmy is walking up to him with his hands on some guy's shoulders, pushing him backwards with a wide smile like he's trying to convince him of something. the guy is about his height, short cropped dark hair and a leather jacket, the sight of his back alone getting steve excited. timmy always did know his type to a t.

"hey!" timmy yells over the music as he catches steve's eye. "got someone for you to meet."

once the guy turns around, the smiles on both steve and the mystery guy's faces fall before their minds catch up with them and plaster them back together. even with the short cropped hair, even with the piercing in his eyebrow, even with the stubble spreading over his defined jaw, steve would know that face, that heartbeat, anywhere.

"steve, i wanted to introduce you to someone. jamie, this is steve, you know... the guy i was telling you about?"

timmy's trying to be helpful, not even attempting to be subtle as he pushes the two closer together with a wide grin. steve's going on autopilot, reaching out a hand to grab the one outstretched towards him, but his brain is going a million miles a minute.

"nice to meet you, steve," eddie, or... jamie, says, palm pressed tightly against his own.

steve can't say anything, focusing too much on the warmth on his palm and the way his deep voice shakes through him like thunder and the way he feels like he's 19 again with a stuttering heart.

"what are-" he starts.

eddie shakes his head and tugs on steve's hand. "not here. come on."

they end up in a secluded corner, close enough that steve can smell smoke and leather polish and the sharp bite of his cologne. close enough that he can see the lines starting to appear on the corners of eddie's eyes, the stray grey hairs popping up in his beard, the questions swirling behind his eyes.

"eddie."

"jamie," is all he says back, not even bothering to look away from steve's eyes. "it's jamie now."

they both sigh like they don't know where to start because they don't. steve grapples with all the questions in his mind before settling on one. the one that tore through him late at night. the one that stayed on the tip of his tongue anytime he heard a van backfire or metallica.

"where did you go?" he knows it sounds like an accusation because it is. he doesn't let himself feel bad when eddie (jamie) flinches.

"feds," he replies easily, sneaking a cigarette out of his pocket and putting it between his lips. he tilts his head back to light it away from steve's face, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling. "once i got better, they scooped me up and brought me to boston. new name, new hairstyle, new life. at least they let me choose my name so i didn't get stuck with some thing awful."

steve snorts. "so you ended up with 'jamie' how?"

"middle name's james. it just made sense." he says it with a shrug and puffs at his cigarette again.

they look at each other for a moment. steve watches his tongue flit out of his mouth to wet his lips, watches the overhead lights glint off the metal of a surprise tongue piercing, watches his throat swallow around nothing but spit.

he can see, feel, eddie doing the same. he hams it up, pulls his lip between his teeth and makes it a show, looks back up at eddie from under his lashes. takes in a deep breath when eddie inches closer to him until their hips are bumping and steve plucks the cigarette out of his lips for a puff of his own.

he's 19 again, in love or like or lust with a boy in a leather jacket that has the world against him. he's 19 again, working a hand over himself to thoughts of his crush who up and vanished without so much as a goodbye. he's 19 again, crying after he comes, wishing he could go back in time before he met curly hair and a battle vest.

"so how do you know tim?" eddie whispers like he has to be quiet even though the part is loud and no one could hear them if they tried.

"how do you know him?" steve asks back, blowing out smoke and putting the cigarette back between eddie's barely spread lips.

his eyes flick down to look at steve's still pursed lips from when he angled the smoke over his shoulder. "we used to fuck, once upon a time when i first got to boston."

steve hums like it's the answer he expected and maybe it is. "same here. dated for about a year."

eddies eyes grow wide and his hip bumps into steve's like it's a question in and of itself and maybe it is. "didn't know you swing that way, harrington."

"well, you don't really know anything about me then, do you? didn't back then either, munson."

his eyes goes even wider, something like fear and shame and comfort and hope swimming in them. "leonard. it's leonard now."

steve hums again, says 'jamie leonard' like he's feeling it out on his tongue. tasting it between his teeth. teaching his mouth how to form the words instead of what he really wants to say like 'eddie' or 'munson' or 'i'm still somehow in love with you no matter your name'.

"jamie leonard," he says again, breath hitting eddie's lips. he shivers when he sees his lips part a bit more like he wants to swallow the sound and air that steve gives him. "we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?"

steve's apartment isn't all that big, isn't exactly small either but it has everything he could possibly need. he has a living room that looks out over the harbor and a kitchen with all new appliances and eddie munson naked in his bedroom. you know, the essentials.

their clothes are all over the floor, eddie's motorcycle helmet flung somewhere in the vague direction of the armchair in the corner but the smack it makes when it hits the wall makes steve think there's probably a hole in the drywall.

but eddie's sucking on his cock, hands wrapped around his thighs as he takes him even deeper, eyes flicking up to meet steve's, beard scratchy as it rubs against his sensitive skin. he's never been blown by someone with a tongue piercing but he doesn't think he can ever go back now.

the last thing on his mind is wondering if there's a hole in the goddamn wall.

"oh fuck, yeah there you go. feels so goddamn good," steve breathes out as he feels the back of eddie's throat on his cockhead. he tangles a hand as best he can in his short dark hair to try and coax him even deeper. eddie hums at either the praise or the tug on his hair or the way it feels as he works his tongue over steve's cock and it makes him jolt unexpectedly.

if he could go back in time and tell his 19 year old self that eddie was alive, that he was okay and breathing and learning how to suck cock like a goddamn professional, he'd do it in a heartbeat. save himself a few years of pining and fly straight out to boston to see it for himself. he's sure robin would have preferred to not have to listen to his whining everyday about brown eyes and dark curls.

eddie brings a hand to cup his balls, finger teasingly pressing into steve's taint, bobbing his head eagerly like he wants him to come in his mouth, but steve has other plans. he tugs eddie off of his cock quickly, lines of thick spit falling between them and sticking to his chin before crowding him up against the pillows.

steve kisses like he's dying and eddie is survival. he kisses him like he is drowning and eddie is the shore that he's clawing his way towards. he kisses him like 19 year old steve could only dream about.

soon enough, steve's sliding into him with a groan that he lets eddie swallow from him. the headboard knocks heavily into the wall a few times making even more possible holes, but all steve can focus on is the heat around him, the way eddie's whines bounce off the walls of his too empty bedroom and cover him like a blanket.

he likes fucking this way. he likes being able to watch as someone's face contorts into pleasure, like to see eyes rolling back and mouths dropping open and sweat beading around their hairline. likes seeing eddie fall apart.

"steve, oh my god," eddie's voice is still deeper than he's used to as he moans so he angles his hips up more to hear it again, the low timbre snaking through his veins and leaving fire in its wake. "don't stop."

"i won't," he groans into eddie's open mouth. "wanted this for so long, for fucking 11 years, not giving you up yet."

it's a bit more open than steve normally is when he first fucks someone but this isn't just someone. this isn't fucking a stranger he picked up in a bar that had almost the right shade of brown eyes and patches on his jacket that are almost the right shape. this is eddie. his eddie. or well... jamie.

"fuck, i'm gonna date you so fucking hard, harrington. yeah, right there keep going, shit-"

he's babbling as steve works his hips faster, tangling their free hands together to press above their heads on a pillow, and it's everything steve could have asked for. hearing his name fall from the lips he's dreamed about for years, sharing the same air as they breath into one another.

he thought he was over it, thought he had moved on at least a little bit from a halfway stranger he knew in his teens, but with the way they're both looking straight into each other's eyes begging each other to see them, he thinks they might both be back in 1986.

"what do-" steve cuts himself off as he whimpers, close, so close to the finish line. "what do you want me to call you? is it jamie or-"

he's shaking his head on the pillow, leaning up to bite at steve's lips and pull it between his teeth. he looks serious and certain when he says, "no, that name's not for you, it's... i need-"

steve brings his hand down to work over his cock and revel in the way his eyes roll back until he can only see white. he hits something that makes his eyes fly back open and he gets to see his favorite shade of brown again.

"eddie," he whispers. leaning down quickly, steve presses a kiss to his ear before whispering his favorite name there too. "eddie, baby, come on. let me... come on, eddie."

it feels silly to be chanting a name of a ghost as intensely as he is. but he can see it crawl over eddie like it's bringing him back to life. like he isn't bones on the ground in an alternate dimension. like he isn't a plain headstone in a graveyard next to a forgotten trailer park. like he isn't playing pretend with a fake name and a fake life.

steve says eddie and it brings him home.

afterwards, they lay together in steve's probably too soft bed, tears drying on both of their cheeks as they catch up. as they tell each other secrets that their younger selves could never dare. as the piece together the lives they have and the lives they want to have and slot each other into the mix.

steve has a hand in eddie's hair, eddie has one trailing over steve's arm that's slung over his chest. he's always been a fan of cuddling after sex.

"y'know," eddie mutters, "tim's been trying to get me to meet his hot teacher friend for months now."

steve hums, presses a kiss to his temple. "and he's been trying to get me to meet his hot motorcycle tech for months, too."

there are a few holes in the walls from the headboard and eddie's helmet, but steve thinks that they can patch those up, too.

he's still jamie leonard to the outside world. he's still a guy who doesn't have much family other than a mysterious uncle in indiana and doesn't have many friends other than ex boyfriends. he still introduces himself with a handshake and says a fake name like it's real.

but when he gets home, when he crawls onto a couch that overlooks the harbor and has arms wrapped around him, he gets to be eddie munson once more. and with the ghost of a man in his arms, steve harrington feels more like himself than he ever thought he would.

#this was going to be something entirely different but i couldn't stop myself so.... here u go #steddie #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie smut #unedited so pls ignore any typos teehee

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warrior-cats-rewritten · 3 months

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Would love to make a little warriors fangame. Either a serious one that follows the plot or a silly Pokemon style game that has the kitties evolve into warriors. Would be based in their WCR incarnations.

Firestar would be a Fire/Fairy type. (Rusty/Firepaw is Normal/Fire, Fireheart is pure Fire)

Tigerstar would be Dark/Poison type. Tigerkit would just be pure Poison, and evolve when "traded" (using a linking cord item) to simulate the feeling of being abandoned.

Leafpool would be Fairy/Water (Leafkit and Leafpaw being pure Fairy, evolves when leveled up near the Moonpool

Hawkfrost would be Poison/Ice, and would have Arena Trap as an ability.

Jayfeather would Rock/Poison type, and would probably have a rebranded Compound Eyes, same effect (boosted accuracy stat) just... Different name.

Sol would be pure Dragon type and have the abilities Intimidate and Unnerve.

Dovewing would be pure Flying type. She would have the hidden ability Soundproof.

Brokenstar would be Grass/Fighting. And in his Dark Forest forme, have the ability Effect Spore.

Violetshine would be Poison/Ghost, and evolve using 2 linking cords, meaning she would need to be traded twice. Poor girl.

Sleekwhisker would be Dragon/Electric, and would probably only evolve into Sleekwhisker if you have Darktail in your party.

Shadowsight would be Ghost/Normal. He would learn Night Daze, and evolve into Shadowsight with an Ice Stone. Lol.

Ashfur would be Water/Dark. He would evolve into Bramblefake when leveled up with a fainted Bramblestar in the party. Because I find some evolution methods hilarious.

Sunbeam would be Normal/Bug. She would have a LOT of support/debuff/healing moves. Pollen Puff would definitely be in Sunbeam's move pool!

Berryheart would be pure Bug. Though, she would learn a lot of status moves. Nasty Plot, Worry Seed.

Tigerheart/Tigerstar learns this move.

I don't care what type he is, I just know he knows this.

Yeah... I'm more likely to do this.

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saylor-twift · 6 months

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Good Enough

second part to Just a Little More, hehe. also i lowkey got kinda antsy to have this posted so i apologize on behalf of only the first half being proofread. maybe ill go back and edit this later, but probably not lmao 🤷‍♀️

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The morning that arises is a rather chilly one. But not the kind that makes you shiver, clench your jaw and curse at mother nature, rather the kind you smile at, because the tingling sensation of cold creeping up your arms into your shoulder blades simply gives you the excuse to throw on your favorite sweater, along with a soft scarf and, if you’re truly committed, a steaming cup of tea. Or, in this case, maybe two. The second waits patiently on the windowsill for its owner, steam wafting from the top and fogging up a portion of the adjacent window. At first glance, it may look like you simply wanted a second cup of tea ready for your own desires, but what one wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance is that the second cup happens to be devoid of any of the other spices and honeys that make up the one in your hand. No, the second one is pure, raw, bitter tea leaves only, because it’s not for you, it’s for that one special person who takes his tea, in his words, to the “…true flavor of life. Raw and unadulterated.”

It always causes a chuckle to arise from your chest whenever you think about it. It was odd, but also so very much like him to convey so much wisdom about life regarding something so simple as a bitter cup of tea. You lean your head against the window, bringing your own cup to your lips and relishing in the delightful shiver it sends up your spine, the warmth of the liquid starkly contrasting with the feel of your skin. Typically, the Sereniteapot’s weather was rather consistent, remaining the same, warm spring weather year-round. However, on occasion, when the teapot “malfunctioned”, for lack of a better word and decided to grow a mind of its own, the weather would shift, just the slightest bit. Sometimes it would be windy, a pleasant zephyr drafting through the abundant plains of grass, sometimes it would rain, though nothing more than a sprinkle. And some days, like today, the warming system of the pot went down for a few hours, resulting in a late-autumn early-winter type of atmosphere. There wasn’t much you could do about it rather than wait it out, but it’s not really like you were complaining, a little change was refreshing from time to time.

You blow a puff of air over the top of your cup, smiling at how the steam dissipates for a moment, only to return a second later.

“No commissions today?”

A voice comes from a few paces behind your shoulder. Your eyebrows instantly shoot up you hook your gaze over your shoulder, that familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach creeping up on you once again the second you make contact with his pair of electric indigo irises. You smile, but not as great as you want to, barely refraining from breaking out into a full on grin. Shaking your head, you reply.

“Not yet, at least.”

“You’re not typically one to slack off. Is there a reason?” He takes a seat next to you, crossing his arms as well as one leg over the other. He steals a glance at the unclaimed teacup next to the window.

“I wanted to wait for you.” You think to yourself, not daring to say such a thing out loud. You simply shrug. “Just wanted a little break today, I guess. Routine doesn’t need to be maintained all of the time.” You take another sip from your warm liquid. “That’s yours, by the way. If you’d like.” You nod your head towards the cup, and he raises an eyebrow. He opens his mouth, most likely to make some remark on his aversion towards sweetness, but you interrupt before he can speak. “I didn’t put anything in it. I’ve tasted it beforehand, it’s quite bitter. Shockingly so, actually. Would you try it? I would like to know if it’s to your taste.”

He pauses, staring at the cup with an expression that’s not quite readable, but not exactly nonexistent either. It’s almost as if he’s debating on taking the cup at all, or maybe even wondering if you’ve tried to poison him. You can’t quite tell. He reaches out, pulling his hand back in hesitation. You laugh at this. “What’s wrong, are you afraid of it?” You tease, fighting to hold back the never ending giggles that bubble up your throat. It really wasn’t that funny, (it was to you) you just couldn’t help it.

He rolls his eyes, as expected, not forgetting to shoot you with one of his signature glares. “I’m not afraid, I’m just skeptical of your tea-making skills. I don’t have very high hopes for you.” He retorts.

“Ohhh, everyone’s a critic. Just try it.” You smirk, watching him eagerly over the rim of your mug as you take another sip. By this point, the tea was no longer steaming and could be sipped comfortably without the previously required caution so as to not burn your tongue. He huffs in amusement, side-eyeing you for another second before he decides that yes, he will indulge you, and picks up the mug. He takes a sip, and you make sure to scrutinize every single reaction that could possibly come from him. He furrows his brows only slightly, but what does it mean? “…well?” You prod, fingers tightening around your own cup in anticipation.

“Well.” He responds, carefully setting the cup down and crossing his arms. He looks back at you, his expression once again unreadable. “It’s not awful, I’ll give you that.” You smile, chuckling smugly to yourself. “Don’t look so pleased. I’m not saying I like it.” He gives you a stern look. “Whatever. That’s good enough for me. You’ll come around one day.” You say, bringing your tea up to take another sip, only to be abruptly stopped by his next words. “And what makes you think I’ll be staying around long enough to find out?” He soon comes to regret those words, eyebrows furrowing at the way your eyebrows momentarily shoot up, your cup centimeters away from your lips. The lips he so badly wanted for himself. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the way a flash of hurt passes through your features, only to be instantly replaced by a dry laugh. Not him, though. He’s rather prone to studying your every move, and was quick to pick up on the millisecond-long mood change.

You sigh through your nose. “Uh- I guess nothing. I was just- nevermind.” You laugh it off, deciding against the idea of finishing your sentence.

I was just hoping you would.

He inhales sharply, absentmindedly taking a sip of his tea, missing the way you raise an eyebrow in amusement. It once again turns into a frown as you recall the evening a few days prior. It was likely the closest you had ever been to him, or anybody for that matter. If you think about it hard enough, which to be honest hardly required any effort at all, the memory practically being ingrained into your mind, you can picture exactly how it felt. His firm grip around your waist as he hoisted the both of you off the ground assisted by his anemo vision, the wind occasionally brushing a strand or two of his hair against your own cheek, and though it almost embarrassed you to admit how much it affected you, his scent being carried to your sinuses through that same exact breeze. It wasn’t outstanding by any means, but it was alluring all the same. He smelled fresh, like the outdoors he was so fond of wandering through, with the faint undertone of the lavender soap used for washing clothes. Without even realizing, you would find yourself inhaling deeper than usual whenever the wind blew a little stronger when the two of you were together.

If he notices your hesitation, he decides to make no comment on it, the two of you both turning your heads to stare out the window. He can’t help but send quick glances towards you through his peripheral vision, whether to study your expression or just to look at you for the sake of doing so, he’s not even sure that he knows. With a gentle ping, you set your empty cup back down on the windowsill. With slight surprise, he looks down into his own glass to find it nearly empty as well. He knows that you’ll never let him hear the end of it, the nearly empty cup implying that he did actually appreciate your cup of tea, but he decides he’s not in any mood to try and hide it at the moment. You take a shaky inhale, speaking softly. “What do you plan on doing now?” The rest of your thoughts once again going unsaid. …since you’re not coming with me?

In all honesty, it was likely a bit unwise of you to have jumped to such conclusions. After all the time you’d been spending together, you had this odd recurring thought that it might not be so bad if he decided to accompany you more in the future. But you know he has his own duties to attend to, being indebted to the Lesser Lord and such. Not to mention his own worries he still has left to sort out for himself.

He turns his head to look at you. “..huh?”

“I mean, are you staying in Sumeru? Are you going to continue helping Nahida?”

Oh, right. That.

“I’m indebted to her in more ways than one. I’m staying until she no longer has any use for me. After that…” He trails off.

“You know Nahida doesn’t see you as just a tool, right? She’s not just going to discard you. She cares for you, whether you realize that or not.”

You fold your hands together in your lap, turning your full body to face him.

“Or maybe it’s you who doesn’t realize. I’m not exactly easy to care for.” He scowls, typical of him to do whenever such topics are brought up. Despite having gotten remarkably better, he still struggles when it comes to how he views himself. “Well, I think it’s unfair to call anything inherently easy, everything has its moments. But for what it’s worth… you’re not that hard to care for.”

He scoffs, leaning his head back against the wall with an audible thud. “And what would you know about care-“

“Do you not think I care about you..?” You ask, bordering dangerously close to a little too much tentativeness. He instantly lifts his head back up, putting on his best “I can’t believe you just said that” expression. He scoffs again. Just how many times has he scoffed throughout the last ten minutes? “You’d be a fool if you did.” He retorts.

“But.. you care about me, do you not?” You ask. His gaze falls back to your lips as they move, the same damn lips he was so close to kissing he could practically feel it if he tried hard enough. His face was so warm he could feel it. He does care about you, a concerning amount, dammit. His next words are purely on impulse and purely a last resort to save any last bit of dignity he might have left at this moment. “As a matter of fact, I do not-“

“Please don’t do that.” You interrupt sternly, this time not bothering to hide the hurt and disappointment as it creeps up your features. “Please don’t pretend. That hurts, you know? And it’s selfish, because I know why you’re doing it. You’re pretending like I’m nothing to you just so that you can appear the way you want to. And listen, I know you’re hurting, I know what you’ve been through and how it’s taking hold of you know, but for once, can’t you just give it a break? Give yourself a break?” You sigh once you finish speaking, brows remaining furrowed downward. He is, quite literally, speechless. You might as well have smacked him right in the face. He stares at you with a rather uncharacteristically stunned expression. It’s not often people can get him at such a loss for words. He knows you’re right, the little pit of guilt forming in his abdomen being stone cold proof of that.

“Or, maybe, it’s selfish of me. But when are you finally going to just let yourself exist and be happy?” You continue, and he’s unsure if that’s all you said or if there was more to it. He wouldn’t know, his mind was too loud.

“I- that’s not…” He stumbles over his words. “That is not what I meant.” He’s absolutely certain that if he possessed a heart, it would be thundering against his ribcage at this very moment. Now would be the perfect chance to prove you wrong, if he would just stop being such a coward for once. You were absolutely right, when was he going to allow himself to simply exist and feel? And for the record, didn’t he say the next time he got such a chance, he wouldn’t hesitate? So why is he still hesitating? He knows if he waits any longer, it will only lead to more and more pining, and even more regret. “Then what do you mean, Kunimitsu?” You ask, and anybody else in this situation would have likely had undertones of exasperation, but the way you speak is nothing short of pure patience and understanding. You always knew just how to treat him.

He sighs. It truly is now or never, isn’t it? He loves you. He knows that. And if he doesn’t admit it now, he likely never will. So, with a completely impulsive surge of confidence, he shows you what he means. Actions speak so much louder than words, after all.

He uses his hands as leverage to scoot himself closer to you, the skin of his thigh coming directly next to yours, skin now on skin. He just stares at you. Your eyes. Your lips. Eyes again. Lips. You raise an eyebrow, too afraid too say anything and too unsure to make any sort of move. He takes one last breath. Right now or fucking never, he thinks to himself. You jolt as he places his hands on top of your shoulders, using them to pull you into him. You gasp as his lips press against yours. Despite the forcefulness, the kiss is tender and featherlight, and you find yourself instantly melting, putting a hand to the back of his head when he begins to pull away. The other snakes up to his shoulder where it finds purchase on the side of his face. You feel your own heart drumming against your chest at a rapid pace, the butterflies in your stomach swarming at an alarming rate. You take a shaky inhale, too excited that you forget you were even a little hurt by him in the first place.

At this point, he has no idea what to do. Your hands are all over him, though he himself feels like a statue. Shouldn’t he have more control? He initiated this, after all. With a shaky hand, he decides the best place of settlement is a top your waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles against the fabric of your top. If the feeling was unpleasant, you make no signs of showing it. To you, it actually warmed your heart to know that he was brave enough (and cared enough) to touch you. With some reluctance, you pull away, dying to know what’s going on in that head of his. You look up at him lovingly, still cupping his face with both hands. You stifle a laugh, that warm bubbly feeling practically taking over you as it takes every ounce of concentration to not burst into a fit of giggles at just how damn pretty he looks right now.

“What!?” He asks, clearly annoyed, though his cheeks are still obviously flushed. “So you do care!” You gush, grinning madly.

“Obviously, that’s what I was trying to convey.” He mutters, turning his head away in some sort of attempt at concealing his embarrassment. You, however, are having absolutely none of it, and gently turn him back to face you. “I care about you too. Very, very much.” You coo, giving him one more quick peck.

By now, it’s clear how he feels about you. Whether or not either of you plan on saying it out loud yet is still undetermined, though the kiss seemed to take all he had, so saying those three special words might take a little longer. And as much as you want to hear him say it, he deserves to hear it first from you, someone who he knows wouldn’t tell him a lie. As independent as he is, everybody knows how nice it is to have someone by your side, no matter how hard they try and deny it. You decide, right then and there, that you will be that person for him. He knows, and he wants it more than anything else. So, with your own little surge of confidence, you lean your forehead against his and speak in a hushed, tender whisper. “And… I love you.” You don’t need to hear it back right away, you know he does too. He’ll say it when he’s ready, and you’re happy to wait for him as long as it takes.

#genshin impact #wanderer #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #i hate him so much i’m gonna put him in my oven #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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whorangi1104 · 3 months

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Ghoap AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 5: Tea

(I didn’t update last week so y’all can have this a day early)

“Mactavish.”

Shite. Soap’s face burned as he turned around and saw his lieutenant looming over him, probably the very last person he’d like to find searching their room, and a crash came from under the bed where he was looking.

“Uh, how ye doing, LT?”

“The fuck are you doing in my room?”

“Well, Cheeto ran out and went through yer cat flap, and-” *Another crash came from under the bed.

“I see. Can you not get him out?”

“He’s really far in there, and I can’t reach him.”

Soap watched as Ghost sighed and lay down on the ground, reaching under the bed and gently pulling out the reluctant prowler and handed him to Soap. looks like long arms really help in this situation.

“Thanks, Simon.”

“Don’t call me that, sergeant.”

“Sorry sir.”

“Anything else you need, or are you done invading my room?”

“I’m finished here, sir.”

“Then you may go.”

Soap left his lieutenant's room, to see Gaz leaning against the wall a few feet away with a harpy eagle on his shoulder, grinning at him.

“You went into the lieutenant’s room, and you came out perfectly fine. Told you he’d warm up to ya.”

Soap snorted, “he paid me a visit and threatened me for lying, that’s called being warmed up to?”

“Don’t sweat it, he investigates all the recruits he has to interact with, it’s normal procedure for him by now.”

“Great, it’s real comforting that he’s got all our files memorized.”

Gaz snickers, “Well, I actually came for you to meet my prowler, Zephyr. She’s a harpy eagle.”

“Does she ever fly off?”

“Rarely, and usually only for a good reason, so she hangs around with me most of the time.”

“Does she get along with… felines?”

“Some of ‘em. Just hope for the best.”

“Yeah, my cheetah prowler is Cheeto.”

Gaz looks down at the cheetah in Soap's arms, and raises an eyebrow with a smirk, “A tiny Cheeto Puff you’ve got there, I see.”

Soap chuckles, “Maybe I should make that his last name.”

“Yeah maybe you should.”

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Ghost checked his emails and found one with specifications on the next mission in Mexico. They were going to enlist the help of a local team along with Shadow Company, since there had supposedly been over 65 attacks by the ‘Apollyon prowlers’ as they were being called. The surprising thing was, even with so many attacks, there was little information. Appearance: blurred darkness. Speed: unknown. Size: changeable. Destruction power: limits unknown. Type: | Shadow / Mythical / Soul / Mind / Absorption / Control / Matter / Multiply / Illusion / Mystery / Shifting / Possibly More | Ghost had never seen a singular prowler with so many assets, the most basic prowlers had one, as with 78% of all prowlers, while only 13% of prowlers had 2-3, and 8.9% 4-5, and 0.1% with more. This was unheard of, even with the ability to add assets on a prowler through a difficult and long process which often took over half a century. Victims of the Apollyons were found either dead yet perfectly untouched, living as a shell of themselves, or vanished completely. No blood was ever found at the sites, the only trace left behind by the Apollyons were the cold air that they were surrounded by. Ghost considered this information, unable to connect it to any sort of leads to why they had suddenly appeared, or how the hell they were even supposed to dispose of them. What they might need was a light gifted to combat the shadow, but light only shines so far, and he didn’t know any such people anyways. His thoughts wandered to Johnny, electricity and light were similar enough, and electric bursts were more powerful than light. The fuck Shadow Company was gonna do he didn’t know, but Johnny was something, and maybe the Mexican forces could be enough. He pondered for hours before seeing that it was 1650, and went to the kitchen to make tea, where he coincidentally saw Roach, their animal gifted, also preparing his own cup with his lion prowler, Simba.

Ghost grabbed his cup from the cabinet and started filling a kettle with water, “Hello Roach.”

Roach got the tea leaves and honey, nodding in acknowledgement.

Ghost boiled the water and poured it into their cups, while taking a spoonful of honey and dissolving it into his tea. He scratched behind Simba’s ears and sat down at an empty table, rolling up his mask to his nose to enjoy his tea, 1700 on the dot. Roach sat at another table with Gaz and Price, listening in to their conversation. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor was heard as the chair opposite him was pulled out, then occupied by the new sergeant.

“Having some five-o-clock tea, are ye?”

“Best part of the day.” Ghost eyed Soap’s drink, “Can’t say I like coffee as much though.”

“I’d say the same fer yer tea, ye fucking brits.”

“My tea doesn’t taste like shit, for one.”

“Oi! Me coffee don’ taste like shite, ay dinnae call yer tea shite tae yer face, dae ay?”

“English, Mactavish.”

“Go fuck yer tea, coffee’s great.”

“To you Scots.”

“An the res’ o’ the fuckin’ world, ye sulkin’ bastard.”

Ghost resisted the urge to roll his eyes and went back to enjoying his tea while Johnny discussed his thoughts and theories on the upcoming mission, most of which Ghost had already considered, but it was good to hear it from another perspective. Since they weren’t informed if the Mexican forces had prowler, Ghost spent most of the time listening to speculations about what kinds of prowlers they might have, including-

“a taco lizard, why not?”

“Johnny, that’s not an animal.”

“My ma said if ay didn’t finish my food, a lizard would steal it. Legends and myth class, ya know.”

“There’s no taco lizard legend.”

“Said who? Ye an expert on legends and myths now are ye?”

“What do you even call it?”

“A taco lizard?”

“A walking taco.”

“...please no.”

“knock knock.”

“No-”

“That’s an order, sergeant.”

“...who’s there?”

“Interrupting ghost.”

“Interrupting ghost who?”

“....”

“...wow. This just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it.”

“Feeling stressed? Make a nice, big cup of hot tea. And use your enemies as a tea bag.”

“...what the fuck?”

“you know my dad is in the garden.”

“Really?”

“You’ll have to dig to find him though.”

“Si-”

ending on a happy note 😊

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #ghost #ghoap au #dad jokes #dark humor

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 11 months

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dear august (bradley bradshaw pt. 3)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Summary: You and Bradley have been best friends since college and when he was stationed in North Island, you were thrilled that he would be back in your life. When things start to sour with Bradley’s girlfriend and she breaks things off, Bradley comes to you for drunken comfort. What happens when an accidental hookup brings along an unexpected positive pregnancy test threatens the state of your friendship?

Tropes: friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, unrequited feelings

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I promise more is coming out this week for this and Jake's Whatever This Is story! I'm at residency this week and have a lot of free time where all I'm doing is focusing on writing so get excited <3

Your alarm rings loudly from somewhere across the room, startling you awake. Head pounding, the cool breeze of the AC washes over your skin and sends rough goosebumps rising along your body. A grunt escapes you as you roll over onto the crisp sheets of your mattress. The silky-smooth texture feels buttery and it’s in that moment that your eyes fly open.

Naked....I'm naked. Your heart drops in your stomach as your wide-eyed gaze searches over a broad and strong freckled back, the memories crashing over you in a way that makes you wish you’d kept your first-grade inhaler. You take a shaky breath, shudder out an exhale and fail to keep a steady and relaxed composure.

Holy shit. Holy shit. You’d slept with your best friend. You begin a long string of swears quietly as you rise unsteadily onto your feet, clutching the nearest article of clothing and swinging it onto your shoulders. Your fingertips shake as you try to button the top up, calling it quits once there are two tiny buttons holding the shirt closed while you scamper down the hallway into the kitchen. The safety of the countertop gives you time to think, time to process all the mess made down the hallway in the warzone.

“What the fuck,” you grunt to yourself as glance down to see the blaring pineapple design on your shirt. His shirt. You nearly rip the buttons as you struggle to shed the material, actions freezing when you hear your name being called out from your bedroom.

“Dais?” Bradley’s morning voice sends electric tingles down your spine and into your tummy. It travels with a hum to your core. It’s deep, deeper than usual and guttural as his heavy footsteps pad down the hallway. His chest is bare. That’s the first thing you noticed is his naked hipbone, though you’re doing everything in your power to avoid direct eye contact with his lower half.

“Hi,” you cough, “Hey...” Somehow, hands are clutching onto his stupid shirt and tugging it more snuggly to your body, highlighting your figure. You take a moment then to stare at each other. You search his face for the meaning of his tone, finding only a pouty mouth beneath his mustache and flushed cheeks. His sun-bleached brows furrow at the site of you.

“What a wild night,” he finally puffs out. You are nodding, though each bounce of your chin is a eulogie to your mental health.

“That’s one way to put it,” you push out a chuckle and wince slightly at the unnatural noise. Awkward was never a word you would use to describe your relationship with Bradley. Any type of response you typically could’ve had falls flat in the air, a deflated balloon crashing back to the ground.

“So, I’ve got to head back to the Hard Deck to get my car,” he shares, finally breaking the silence.

“Right, right,” you nod along, glancing at the fridge. “Do you want something to eat? I can make us breakfast sandwiches.”

“That’s okay Dais,” he offers before saddling up to the countertop separating the two of you. He points at your frame, and you shrink the moment he says, “Can I just get my," he makes a smooth gesture, mimicking the sides of his shirt. Your face feels five times hotter.

“Right,” you repeat, clumsily tugging the material off your shoulders before remembering once again you are butt ass naked. “Shit, hold on,” your voice is weak as you round the table and speed passed him to your bedroom. Your hands are shaking as you try to undo the fastened button, taking slow breaths as you try to rid your body of the tropical fabric.

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s voice soothes as he steps into your space. You weren’t sure when he had gotten there, jumping slightly at the deep rasp in his voice. Large hands encompassed yours as he unbuttons the material himself, hands gliding over your shoulders to push the material away. He reaches behind you, grabbing a large tee shirt and sliding it over your head, messing up your tangled hair in the first place.

Fully clothed, you can finally look him in the eye. Your best friend, your everything. You can’t help it, the words bubble up your throat as you ask meekly, “Are we okay?”

Bradley slides the silky material over his bulging biceps as he stares hard at you. “Of course, we’re okay.” His words are reassuring but the higher tone of his voice screams hypocrisy. His warm brown eyes are frantic as they search your face, search for answers to the new lingering question in both of your heads. What the hell happened and where do we go from here?

He leaves shortly after that and you don’t hesitate to peel your phone from your jeans, dialing a familiar number as you rest your forehead against the cool surface of the counter.

“Yellow?” the thick accent rings out as he answers the phone.

“Jake? I need a ride and coffee...stat.”

It’s only fifteen minutes before the Texan struts through the door, crisp and clean. A wide comparison to Rooster’s state when he left this morning – Jake is freshly shaven and he’s wearing a Navy crew neck with some khakis. He’s also wearing a shit eating grin. “Morning Dukes,” he greets as he swings the door open, sunshine washing over the living room with an eager intensity.

“Jake, seriously?” you cover your eyes, moaning at the blazing light.

“What? Did Bradshaw fuck your brains out and ruin your vision?” Jake’s joke hits low and a frown tugs at the corners of your mouth. As soon as Bradley was out the door, you jumped into the shower and flip your hair up into a low bun that you secured with a large clip. After his reaction this morning, you wanted to rub your skin raw in hopes that you would remove the lingering sensations of his touch. Nothing worked.

He notices immediately because Jakob ‘Hangman’ Seresin notices everything. “What did he do? I’ll kill him Dukes,” he reaches for you. His hands secure your cheeks gently, searching each inch in hopes to find no damage done.

“He did nothing Jake,” you share, voice hitching slightly at the confession. “I guess that’s the problem...he did nothing. He left this morning without even really talking about everything.” You don’t even notice the tears streaming down your face until Jake’s thumb is swiping them away at each moment, collecting you into his arms to rock you slowly.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” his voice is quiet, soft murmurs into your hair. “I’ll shoot him down in our next exercise this week.” His promise is so convincing that you’re pushing him slightly, his chest vibrating with a chuckle. When he glances down to see you smiling, even just a little, he starts to feel a bit more at ease. But the cracks in your heart are still radiating from you and Jake doesn’t know how to heal that.

“I just feel,” you take a shaky breath and search for the right words. Jake’s own heart shatters as he hears you say, “I feel so used.” The confession isn’t something you thought you would ever admit, and you don’t even believe that Bradley is capable of that malice. But there were too many lingering touches and too few reassuring affirmations for you to feel differently.

“God Y/N,” Jake tugs you down onto your couch, his large hands rubbing up and down on your arms in a way that feels like he too is trying to wash Bradley’s presence from your skin. It doesn’t help. “How can I help?” The use of your real name brings a new wave of tears to your eyes, washing away the old ones at the severity of the use of it.

“I think I’m a lost cause if I’m honest,” you tell him. “You might want to cut your losses.”

“Impossible Dukes,” he mumbles, holding you tightly to him. “I’ll never give up on you.”

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csprslvt · 9 months

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teacher's aide.

new series alert! you and i, and her has officially come to an end (unless i decide to go back to it or am requested too) i have decided to write something a little lighter, more for fun! teacher aide is a collage au featuring volleyball player abby and campus dealer ellie. couldn't decide who i wanted reader to end up with so, why not make them fight for your attention? sounds good 2 me!

Chapter one

Summary: reader is a teacher's aide and struggles to keep professionalism with two of her students.

Warnings: drug use(weed), mentions of sex, foul language, reader is described is slightly described as wearing "girly" shoes/clothes and shorter than abby but it completely unknown other than that when it comes to skin tone, hair type, etc.

Being in University was a lot, especially being a Physics major and teacher aid for the same subject. You loved it, it was your passion and your professor was great. Its just the fucking students that drove you crazy.

So here you were, on the doorstep of Ellie Williams’ dorm, once again.

Was it wrong to smoke with one of your students? Probably yes. But right now with the amount of people accidentally setting fire during one of the labs where you specifically told them to keep substance A away from substance E because it could cause ignition, you could care less about morals.

Besides, Ellie was a friend. Maybe this was unprofessional but caring was beyond you right now.

The door opened before you could even knock. Ellie’s eyes lit up when she saw you and a smirk grew on her face.

“Come to see me again? It's the third time this week.”

“How’d you know it was me?” You questioned her, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“I could hear your heels clicking from miles away babe.”

“They're platforms, not heels.”

“Whatever shoes are shoes.”

“Of course you think that with your raggedy ass converse.”

“Damn professor, no need to attack me like that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I'm stressed.”

“Now that I can help, come sit.” Ellie led you in and she grabbed her electric dab rig, filling it with some wax. You sat on her bed, watching her prepare the rig. She took the liberty of opening the windows and stuffing a towel under the door to prevent the smell from escaping.

“Extra cautious this time huh.”

“Well last time I used the rig it stank so bad it leaked into the common area. But it's your favorite, so we’re using it.”

Ellie handed you the rig and you grabbed it with greedy hands. Inhaling and exhaling, you felt smoke filling your lungs and after a few minutes you were completely relaxed. Dabs always hit the best. They were your favorite for that reason.

Ellie hit it after you, she was kind of an expert at it, when she was high you could hardly tell. You were sure she attended your classes baked. She always said it helped her focus. She took a few puffs and then got up, grabbing something from the mini fridge. Somewhere along the lines of your meetings she started to get your favorite snacks from when you got the munchies. She was caring for sure, or maybe she got tired of hearing your high self complain of cravings for edible cookie dough.

You felt so…content. It was like gravity was so much stronger, slowing your movements, your muscles were relaxed like jelly. You flopped down on Ellie’s bed on her constellation themed bed sheets. It smelt of her, laundry detergent and cannabis. It didn't seem like a pleasant combination, but it always soothed you.

“Gimme my cookie dough.” you mumbled and Ellie smiled. She loved when you were like this in front of her, happy, stress free, maybe a little vulnerable. She handed you the jar of Tollhouse edible cookie dough she had personally paid for. You immediately dug in and seeing you so joyful made her stomach turn in the most lovely way possible. She didn't know how you hadn't realized how much she liked you. She let you use her personal stash for free, bought you snacks, called you babe. But you were as oblivious as ever. Hiding under this mask of professionalism, never letting her get close enough unless you were high.

“My fucking students are drivin’ me nuts Els.”

Els. Oh she loved it when you called her Els.

“What’d they do babe?”

“They almost set the lab on fire after I warned them a hundred million trillion times to not mix substance A and E because it would cause ignition. And they care too much about looking cute to put on their googles so fucking whats his name got baking soda in his eye! And whose fault did that come down to? Me!”

“What's his name?”

“The crusty dude with a receding hairline, he thinks he's hot shit.”

“Owen?”

“Yes! Fucking Owen!”

Ellie threw her head back in laughter, you were such a kind, patient person to all of your students seeing this side of you was amusing.

“His hairline isn't that bad.”

“Dude he's like 20 something and looks 38.”

The smile Ellie had never left her face.

“Okay yea, good point.”

After eating, you ended up falling asleep. Sleeping in your students' bed? Probably also bad, cuddling with her, was probably even worse. But you blamed it on the drugs, on how tiny the bed was. You always snuck out while Ellie was still asleep, she didn't seem to mind. And though you were treating her like a booty call minus the sex and replace it with smoking she didn't really act like it bothered her. So, you assumed she didn't care.

That was the thing though, she couldn't help but to be disappointed every time she woke up alone. She just hid it well.

You snuck out of Ellie’s bed, escaping from her grasp on your waist. It was nearly 6 am. You had been out for many hours and you had a class to get to at 8. You left the dorm, shutting the door behind you gently and as you walked out, someone caught your eye, watching you.

Abby Anderson,med student and captain of the volleyball team. Also, one of your students. She raised an eyebrow at your disheveled appearance. Fuck, you looked like you were doing the walk of shame. You ignored her, pretending like you didn't make eye contact and left quickly for your own dorm. It wasn't too far away from Ellies, maybe an 8 minute walk. You showered, got ready and studied before class, same routine as always.

When it was time for work you were exhausted so you stopped by Ruston Coffee for a pick me up.

Upon entering once again, was Abby Anderson, she probably had the same idea as you, stopping to get a cold brew to stay awake. Still you didn't want to interact with her beyond professional reasons especially since she caught you sneaking out of Ellie’s dorm.

Your luck must've run out though, because she approached you, standing tall in a black wife beater and jeans, hair in her signature braid she took in your appearance.

“So… Ellie Williams huh.”

“Not even a hello before you interrogate me huh.” You responded, looking up at her. If you were anyone else you’d be intimidated by her muscular arms and snarky smile. But this was Abby, and you kept an eye on your students, you knew she was just like any other, she often cracked jokes and laughed in class with her friends, Owen and Mel. You weren't afraid.

“You got me there y/n I suppose I'm feeling a bit nosey. I saw you sneak out bright and early.”

“Stalker.”

“So you're not denying it.”

“You know Anderson with the amount you're questioning me about my sex life I would say you wanna take me on a date too.”

Abby smiled, “Maybe I do.”

You didn't expect that. You didn't have time to respond before your name was called for your order, you quickly turned away from her and grabbed it. Fleeing as if you committed a crime. Abby’s smile dropped. Perhaps she made you uncomfortable? She hoped not.

In reality you just didn't know what to say. You were never good with emotions, with flirting, so it was a miracle your name was called. Besides you already broke rules cuddling up with Ellie, it would be better to stay away from Abby’s advances. Right? She would give up, right?

You didn't avoid Abby for very long, she was in your next period. You stood beside your boss, Professor Servopoulus. Or to you, simply Tess. She insisted that you don't use formalities, because it made her feel “older than she was.” Today was an easier day, you would help Tess with lesson plans and grade some papers while she lectured on matter and energy. There was a mix of types of students in your classes. Some medical majors like Abby with physics as a prerequisite and some Astronomy majors like Ellie where physics was a necessity. There were always some like Owen who was in engineering and a few other students that seemed too simply just be there.

You sat at Tess’s desk while she lectured, she hated lectures she preferred lab days but sometimes traditional learning was in the lesson plan. You noticed some students nodding off an hour in. Of fucking course one of them was Ellie. Tess gave you a look and gestured for you to wake her up. You stood up and walked up the lecture hall, all the way in the back where Ellie was napping. Eyes watched you, everyone was quiet holding in laughter at Ellie’s display. You kneeled facing her,

“Williams, wake up.” You whispered.

No reaction, the closer you got the more you noticed some drool at the corner of her lips and the faint sound of snoring created giggles in the audience.

You almost smiled yourself at the noise. Ellie was in deep REM stage sleep. You tried again,

“Ellie. Wake up!” Now you were really smiling. She didn't move.

Finally you reached out and shook her gently, “Ellie wake up oh my god.”

Ellie jumped; she seemed to have forgotten where she was because she mumbled, “Babe, five more minutes.” before putting her head down again. You blushed, leave it to Ellie to break professional relationships in front of an entire class. Luckily no one seemed to hear and if they did they laughed it off. “Ellie Williams!” You nudged her, she opened her eyes and looked around finally grasping her surroundings, turned beet red and sat up. Everyone was staring at her.

“My bad Professor Servopoulus! Sorry Y/n!” You simply nodded at her; you were totally gonna bully her about this during your next smoke session. You woke up the other students and returned to the desk. The entire time one set of eyes was watching you, observing intently.

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Abby Anderson was a people watcher, and no, it wasn't creepy. She was simply interested in the ways people interact, the way different mannerisms appear in relationships, but most importantly she was interested in you.

You, her pretty teacher’s aide who was shorter than her even in those platform mary janes with buckles on them you wore everyday, you whose hands were soft and manicured when they brushed with hers handing out supplies for labs, you who smelt of Coffee beans and clean shampoo, you who was gentle and understanding when helping struggling students, you who seemed to have it all together, you who she could look at for ages just watching your little quirks and focused expressions.

But it was clear that she wasn't the only one who had her eye on you. Ellie Williams seemed to gravitate towards you, asking you an abundance of questions during labs, looked at you with bright green eyes as if you created the sun itself and seemed to be just as enamored with you as Abby was.

It isn't everyday that you would see a teacher's aide that beautiful and around her age. She was sure you were an upperclassman no older than 22, who simply had a love for physics. That was something she would never understand. As a Medical student, she was only in physics because she had to be but you being there made it a lot easier. You were very helpful and a good communicator, having you was a blessing to everyone who wasn't as great with physics.

By the time the lecture came to an end, she tried to make eye contact with you and wave goodbye but you avoided looking at her, instead chatting it up with Ellie who stopped to ask you some “questions” as you were leaving.

The smile quickly dropped from her face as she watched the two of you. Your interactions seemed so natural. There had to be something going on, and she was going to figure it out.

Notes; pt 2?

#ellie x reader #gaming #fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #abby x reader #abby anderson #angst #fluff #college au #drabble

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ONE OF THE GIRLS | part 2

pairing: (electric) guitarist!jungkook x singer!reader(f)

genre: band au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

summary: when your main guitarist gets sick and can't perform at your show, you get help from someone unexpected.

warnings: swearing and some making out, hot jk:)), drinking, mention of drugs, smoking, slight smut.

a/n: hi! another part here, i dont know how many i’ll do but probably like 5.

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You impatiently tapped your foot, frustration mounting as the clock's hands inched toward 9:30. the anticipation weighed heavily on you, your eyes fixated on the clock's slow progress. minutes stretched into an eternity, and yet, there was no sign of his arrival.

With each passing moment, your gaze darted back and forth between the door and the relentless ticking of the clock. your impatience reached its peak when, finally, a faint, almost timid knock resonated through the silence of your home.

Your heart raced as you dashed to the door, caught between excitement and a desire to mask your eagerness. Your hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment, your mind racing with thoughts of how to appear casual. With a deep breath, you swung the door open.

Jungkook, dressed head to toe in a striking leather outfit that seemed to accentuate his aura of confidence. in one hand, he held a guitar case, while the other rested casually in his pocket. His intense gaze met yours, and a simple "sup" escaped his lips as he sauntered into the room, an air of nonchalance surrounding him.

A scoff escaped your lips, your frustration momentarily overcoming any desire to be polite. without a word, you resisted the urge to let him inside, your irritation palpable in the charged atmosphere between you.

You motioned for him to follow, leading the way with determined strides. As you guided him towards the garage, the air crackled with tension, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity hanging between you two.

The dim light of the garage studio casts elongated shadows on the walls as Jungkook reclines back on the creaky rocking chair, an air of nonchalance surrounding him. His legs are spread wide open, displaying a casual confidence that matches the slight smirk playing on his lips. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, tendrils of smoke spiraling lazily into the air, adding an ethereal quality to the room.

Your eyes, however, remain fixated on the guitar next to him. The melody he sang yesterday seems to echo in your thoughts, drowning out Jungkook's words. it takes a moment for his question to register, pulling you back from the musical trance you've fallen into.

"Hm?" you respond, your attention torn away from the strings as you finally glance up at him. His expression is a mix of confusion and impatience, his raised eyebrow questioning your distraction.

“What do you want to sing?” he repeats, the words cutting through the lingering chords of the song in your mind.

Your sigh is almost involuntary as you settle onto the couch, the worn leather creaking beneath your weight. You reach into your backpack, fingers rifling through the papers until you find the notes for “Attention” by Charlie Puth. with a sense of determination, you offer the papers to Jungkook, your anticipation turning into confusion as he merely stares at them without taking them from your hands.

“No,” he states simply, his voice carrying a finality that catches you off guard.

“What?” Your voice cracks with surprise, your brows furrowing in confusion. You had expected resistance, but his refusal takes you aback.

He reaches into his pocket, retrieving his phone with an air of casual indifference. The screen lights up, revealing a list of songs neatly typed out in his notes. He thrusts the phone toward you, a silent command in his eyes.

“Pick one” he says curtly, another puff of smoke escaping his lips as he leans back, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

You take the phone and glide through his notes app. “i don’t know any of these… oh, I know this one, ‘One of the Girls’?” you point out, a hint of recognition in your voice.

“It’s excellent with my guitar, trust me, take that one,” he replies, his fingers idly strumming a few chords, the melody filling the room with a captivating allure.

“I want ‘Attention,’” you insist, your voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air.

“You do?” a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the strings as he teases out the melody of the song you had suggested.

“I want that song, I mean,” you clarify, your eyes involuntarily following the movement of his hands, noticing the veins tracing intricate patterns beneath his skin.

Your voice carries a blend of irritation and exasperation, the tendrils of smoke curling between you both, noticing the sleek, cracked screen that contrasts starkly against the intensity of his personality. a silent sigh escapes your lips, wondering how someone who seems to have it all can be so careless with his belongings.

"You can't smoke in here, you know?" You reiterate, your eyes narrowing at him. you watch as he takes another drag from the cigarette, his eyebrow arching in defiance as if daring you to challenge him further.

"Telling me that after I almost finish?" he retorts, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, as if he finds your concern amusing.

"Well, I... I forgot to tell you," you stammer, your voice faltering slightly under his scrutinizing gaze. It's not entirely true – you didn't forget; you hesitated, knowing the clash it would cause. But admitting this vulnerability to him feels like admitting defeat, and your pride won't allow that.

He stays silent, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a silent standoff between your principles and his rebellious streak. Despite the tension, you can't help but notice the subtle flicker of curiosity in his eyes, as if he's studying your reaction.

Eventually, he stubs out the cigarette, dropping the smoldering remains into the nearby garbage can. It's a small victory, but you can't help but wonder why he had more cigarettes on him, especially considering the smoky haze that had already enveloped the space.

The room falls into an uneasy quiet, the faint scent of smoke lingering in the air. there’s a palpable tension between the two of you, a clash of wills that sets the stage for the challenges you're about to face in your musical partnership. As you hold his cracked phone, you can't shake the feeling that this interaction is just a glimpse of the complexities that lie beneath Jungkook's confident exterior.

"I still want to sing 'Attention,' not the songs you picked," you assert, your voice carrying a mix of defiance and frustration.

"But I thought we agreed on 'One of the Girls?'" he retorts, his tone challenging, as if daring you to contradict him.

"But I wa—" you begin, only to be cut off by his sharp interruption.

"Either that," he points at his phone, still in your hand, "or I'm gone. find someone else," he states, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with you.

zyou can't believe his audacity, his unwillingness to compromise. Anger simmers beneath your skin, your words laced with resentment. "you're a dick, you know that? Why won't you just... Why did you even agree if you won't even do what I suggest? you only want it your way."

"’Cause I get nothing if we do it your way. at least with that song, I'd stand out more," he replies casually, his words cutting through the tension like a sharp blade. his indifference stings, the reality of his motivations laid bare.

"I can't fucking believe you. Fine, go. I don't care. i'll find someone else," You say, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

He smiles, a cold, calculated expression that sends a chill down your spine. Without another word, he gets up, accepting his phone from your hand. as he packs his guitar, the room feels emptier, the music that once filled the air replaced by a heavy silence. before you can comprehend what's happening, he leaves, the door closing behind him with a resounding finality.

"What have I done?" you murmur to yourself, the weight of the situation sinking in. Doubt creeps into your mind, questioning your decisions and wondering if there was something more you could have done to salvage the partnership. As you sit alone in the now-silent studio, you're left with a haunting sense of regret.

You need him, he doesn’t need you. Now you’re fucked.

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Ander’s eyes widen in disbelief, his brows furrowing at your revelation. "You did what?" he exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and frustration. his reaction jolts you, making you realize the gravity of your decision.

"He was such a dick! He didn't even like the song I wanted to sing. he only wanted what he had picked. it’s stupid; i’m not his toy to do whatever he wants. It's MY show and not his," You vent, your words laced with righteous indignation.

Ander sighs, his frustration palpable as he tries to reason with you. "No, now you don't have a show anymore with your attitude. what’s wrong with the songs he picked?" he questions, his tone challenging your defiance.

You struggle to find the right words, desperately searching for excuses to justify your actions. deep down, you know it's not about the songs – it's about asserting your independence, your refusal to be manipulated. "I just... don't want him to win," you admit, your voice faltering under the weight of your conflicting emotions.

"Win what, Brianna? This is not a fucking competition, for fuck's sake!" Ander’s raised voice pierces the air, his frustration mirroring your own.

Feeling defeated, you lower your gaze, a mix of shame and uncertainty clouding your thoughts. ander’s words resonate in your mind, making you question your decisions. "I... I know, but that's not what I mean! I mean he probably will be like," You pause, your voice dropping into a mocking imitation of Jungkook, "Oh yeah, she sings whatever I say. she listens to my commands; I'm sure she'll suck my dick if I asked her." your voice rises in anger, the absurdity of the situation fueling your frustration.

“You know that’s not gonna happen.” Ander watches you, his expression a blend of concern and understanding. “But you gotta fix this. talk to him, you gotta prove to him that it’s his loss, not yours” he continues.

"But it is my loss," you sigh heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on your shoulders. doubts creeps in, gnawing at your confidence, leaving you wondering if you've made a grave mistake.

"He doesn't know that. i’ll text Zac, and you'll go and talk to him," Ander suggests, his voice laced with concern. his eyes meet yours, silently urging you to confront the situation head-on.

"I don't want to beg him to come back. it’s like I fail," you confess, your voice barely audible as you admit your fear of appearing weak and vulnerable. Frustration bubbles within you, a mix of pride and insecurity colliding, leaving you torn between salvaging the collaboration and preserving your self-respect.

You cover your eyes with your hands, seeking solace in the darkness behind your palms. ander places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his touch offering a silent reassurance. In that moment, you grapple with your emotions, trying to find the strength to face Jungkook and convince him to give your partnership another chance. The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your shaky breaths, as you prepare yourself for the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

___________________________________________

"Sure, that's his location. want me to drop you off?" Avery says, her voice filled with genuine concern as she takes a casual sip of her smoothie.

"No, it's not far. i'll just walk there," You reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel about the impending conversation.

"Okay, healthy girl," she teases, a playful giggle escaping her lips. “Says the one drinking a green smoothie,” You retort, making a disgusted face in response to her choice of beverage. with a final exchange of goodbyes, you leave the cafe, Avery remaining behind to focus on her studies.

As you walk towards Jungkook's house, a mix of determination and apprehension swirls within you. maybe the most cringy thing to do. just as you brace yourself for the confrontation, your phone buzzes with a call from your mother.

"What now?" you answer, your tone reflecting your impatience.

"When's your show?" your mother's voice comes through the line, her tone surprisingly enthusiastic.

"what’s up? what do you want?" you ask, wary of her sudden interest in your music career.

"I want to see you!" she exclaims, her excitement palpable through the phone. "And I'll come with Michael too!"

"God, please don't. Just... why all of a sudden do you want to come to my show?" you inquire, suspicious of her motives.

"I told him you sing and all, and for like a month, he keeps asking me to come see you. what can I do?" she replies, her voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and helplessness. At least her boyfriend wants to if she doesn’t.

"Well, at least he makes you come," you blurt out.

"What?" she sounds horrified, clearly not understanding your sarcasm.

"To the show," you clarify, rolling your eyes despite her inability to see you.

"So when is it?" she asks, attempting to keep the conversation on track.

"Next week on the 14th," you respond, reluctantly providing her with the details. She never wanted for you to sing, she always told you it’s not gonna help you in life and that not everyone becomes famous out of this, that you’re not gonna be the next ‘taylor swift’ or something.

“I have work, bye.” you quickly try to hang up as you’re not in the mood for her.

As you approach the house, your eyes dart between the address on your phone and the luxurious houses that surround you. The neighborhood is filled with sprawling, opulent residences, each one seemingly grander than the last. With each step, your nervousness grows, and you find yourself double-checking the address to confirm you're at the right place. They all look remarkably similar, and you sigh with a mix of anxiety and frustration before pressing the buzzer beside the imposing front door.

You wait for what feels like an eternity, your eyes glued to the door, hoping for a response. A minute passes, and just as you're about to assume that Jungkook isn't home, the door creaks open, revealing a young girl on the other side.

"Can I help you?" she inquires, her tone laced with suspicion as she assesses you.

"Ah, yes, I um... I wondered if I can talk to Jungkook? Is he home?" you stammer, trying to sound confident despite the unease that coils within you.

"And why would I tell you?" she challenges, her skepticism evident in her piercing gaze.

Your expression shifts, clearly taken aback by her hostility. "Sorry, are you... Are you his girlfriend? I'm sorry, I—" you begin to apologize, attempting to defuse the tension.

She cuts you off with a smirk, her demeanor softening slightly. "I'm his sister. Are you dumb? He's upstairs; I was just messing with you," she explains, her amusement evident.

Behind the door, you catch snippets of Korean conversation and a loud "Jungkook-ah," leaving you standing there feeling a bit foolish.

"Hi!" a little voice chimes in, and you glance down to find a young boy, not more than six or seven years old, looking up at you with curiosity.

"Hi, buddy," you smile warmly, crouching down to his level. "You're Jungkook's brother too?"

He shakes his head, his eyes wide with innocence. "No! I'm his son!"

Your jaw practically drops to the ground at his revelation. "He has a son?" you mumble, utterly shocked by this unexpected piece of information. The complexity of Jungkook's life becomes more apparent, and you find yourself reeling from the revelation as you wait outside the grand house.

Before you can say anything you hear some more korean words you swore you knew from some k dramas you watched a while ago.

Suddely, Jungkook ahows at the door. his wet hair clinging to his forehead, dressed in grey sweatpants that clung to his legs and a tight black t-shirt that hinted at the contours of his physique, towel in his hand ruffling to his hair, he says:

“Brianna?” And you swore you never saw this much confusion in someone’s face.

“Hey! I was-“

He cuts you “Come in. Don’t stay at the door” He makes a motion of his free hand to show to come inside and adds: “take off your shoes.”

You’re confused but you do as he says, when you enter the big spacious house, your eyes are wider than ever, biggest house you’ve ever seen, and some children playing around, his sister cooking something and an older women that seems a babysitter or an aunt, not their mom since she’s american, helping a younger girl draw.

You look around, being mesmerized.

Jungkook sees that you look for a spot to sit. “ome upstairs, it’s too loud to stay here.”

You nod and you follow him upstair.

Suddenly he throws the towel into a hole in the ground that seems to go to the laundry room.

“Sit here, I’ll be right back.” He leaves and i sit on the bed and i can swear that’s the comfiest bed ever.

I look around, seeing his vintage guitar sitting in a place that seems to be just for it. The walls were black and decorated with posters of Guns ‘n’ Roses and in one is Kurt Cobain. You sit up and look at his Funko Pop collection, Angus Yung, Alice Cooper, Kurt Cobain, Slash, Duff McKagan, Kirk Hammett, Paul Stanley and one that really caught your eye, Elvis Presley, but all of them, like, the whole collection.

You sit back down as you hear footsteps, Jungkook’s hair now completely dry, you stare at him for a while before he breaks the silence.

“Why are you here?” He says and sits on his gaming chair, behind him you see like 4 different consoles and a drawer full of console games.

“I wanted to… “ You can’t find the right words, you pause and you can’t make eye contact with him, but his gaze never leaves you. “Do you think we can try again? I think your music is what i need, i mean, for the show.” you correct yourself, still not looking at him. “I’ll sing one of the girls.”

“after you called me a dick and told me i only care about myself?” This made you pause.

you remained silent.

“hm?” he asks again, arms crossed over his chest.

My eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.

His sigh cut through the silence, the sound carrying a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Come on," he said, his tone softer now but no less penetrating. "Where did your confidence go?"

I felt a lump form in my throat, my hands fidgeting nervously as I searched for the right words. "I just wanted to be honest," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

Jungkook's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

"I know I messed up," I began, my voice steady now, fortified by my determination. "But I believe you have a lot to gain from this collaboration too. Think about it," I continued, my words flowing with calculated conviction. "By helping me, you'd not only showcase your talent but also gain recognition, perhaps even more than me. Imagine the girls swooning, thinking the guitarist noticed them. You'd be their heartthrob, their dream. It's a chance to captivate an even larger audience, to be adored by fans far and wide."

I paused, allowing the idea to settle between us. "Picture this," I continued, my voice taking on a persuasive tone. "If our collaboration becomes a success, the spotlight won't just be on me. It'll shine on you too, brighter and more dazzling than ever. More fans, more gigs, more opportunities. We could become a force to be reckoned with in the music industry, and you, Jungkook, could soar to heights you've only dreamt of."

The words flowed from my lips, weaving a tapestry of deception that hung in the air, glistening with promise. I felt a pang of guilt for the lies I was feeding him, for playing into his desires and aspirations. Because i don’t believe a word i said, but he was sure eating it up.

As I spoke, I watched his expression carefully, trying to gauge his reaction.

In the silence that followed, I held my breath, waiting for his response, nothing.

You wait, and you wait.

Fuck.

He’s not buying it.

Time seemed to stretch, each moment dragging like an eternity. The weight of his silence bore down on me, filling the room with a suffocating sense of defeat.

A wave of frustration washed over me, mingling with disappointment and self-reproach. How had I let it come to this?

"Okay," I finally said “I’ll just go.” You look one more time at him before opening the door, you go down on the stairs, you look back, thinking he’s coming after you.

He’s not.

And you leave the house.

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It’s Friday night and you’re eating popcorn watching Girl Vs Monster on Disney+.

You feel like a child again, Halloween was near and you had no friends or plans, Avery was hanging with Zac every weekend and you had College in the week, nothing happens at all in your life. The show was in 5 days, yet, you didn’t cancel it, like you knew you could find someone, You didn’t, obviously.

Jungkook letting you talk alone and not even saying bye to you left you as speechless as he was, you told Avery and when she told Zac he was as shocked as you.

Suddenly, your phone rings.

“Girl, get ready, we goin’ out.”

“What? Where?” You say, focused on the movie and not choking up on your popcorn bits.

“Some club with live music, it’s gonna be fun, wear something sexy i’m coming in an hour.”

Before you could say the biggest NO ever, she hang up.

At least you won’t say you’re bored.

After doing your makeup and putting on a tight black dress, you get out of the house, looking at the clock on the phone that says 11:32.

“Fuck Avery where are you.”

It was October and you were already freezing, New York sucks in autumn.

Before you could think of another swears, Avery shows up with Zac next to her, you quickly enter the car, overwhelmed by the car’s heat

“Damn i know its not summer outside but still chill with the heat”

“Fuck sorry” Avary giggles and you hear a small ‘Sup’ from Zac in the front. The drive was short you didn’t realize you were there.

The neon lights of the club flickered like distant stars against the night sky as I approached, the thumping bass reverberating through the pavement beneath my feet.

A wave of anticipation washed over me as I stepped inside, the music engulfing me like a tidal wave of sound. The air was alive with the mingling scents of perfume, sweat, gross, and the subtle aroma of cocktails.

I find a table for us, I settled into the plush seating. Zac had left momentarily to fetch our drinks, leaving me in the company of Avery. The DJ booth, bathed in neon hues, had caught my attention, and I couldn't help but notice the abrupt departure of the DJ who had been commanding the dance floor just moments ago.

"Why is the DJ leaving?" I inquired, a hint of amusement in my voice, directing my question to Avery, who was observing the scene with a similar sense of intrigue.

Avery shrugged nonchalantly. "Hm, I don't know. Maybe a break?" Her response was casual, her attention already shifting back to her surroundings.

Just then, Zac returned, balancing a tray of vibrant cocktails in his hands. "Here ya go, ladies," he announced cheerfully, placing the drinks on our table. "Be right back." With a nod, he excused himself and made his way toward a figure at the front of the club, leaving Avery and me to enjoy our drinks.

As I took a sip, my gaze drifted across the crowd, inadvertently landing on Jungkook. My reaction was immediate and unfiltered. "That's Jungkook?" I exclaimed, my voice rising above the club's din, reaching Avery's ears amidst the crowded chaos.

Zac approached Jungkook, offering him a warm hug before helping him settle onto the stage. Avery, seemingly unbothered, raised an eyebrow at my outburst, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"Yeah... about that..." Avery began, her tone suggesting a hidden secret, her nonchalant demeanor contradicting my sudden astonishment.

I scoffed, even though she couldn't hear me properly over the club's pounding music. "It was Zac's idea! Plus, if you had known he was singing, you would not have come," She muttered, my frustration evident, my eyes narrowing at Jungkook, who was now garnering attention on the stage.

“exactly!” I agree with her.. "He's the last person I want to see right now. He'll think I'm his fan. Gross." The sarcasm in my voice was evident, our shared sentiment about the unexpected turn of events bonding us in a moment of mutual exasperation.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” a man that seems the manager of the club starts. “Give it up for Jungkook!” The room erupted into a chorus of screams, mostly from excited girls, actually, only girls, the rest just clapped. I sit back with my eyes fixated on him.

Suddenly, his fingers start playing a song very popular and known, i try to remember the name and Avery screams

“LOVE SONG BY RIHANNA NO WAY” She claps with the rest and screams like a fan girl.

“Fuck” I mutter.

“I don’t wanna give you the wrong impression.” He starts, playing with his guitar that sounded and not gonna lie, amazing, i love that fucking instrument, yet, his voice? He can sing? Damn.

“I need love and affection. And I hope i’m not sounding too desperate.”

Fuck, his voice was angelic, he sounded really good.

Then Avery continues, jungkook doesn’t “I need love and affection Wooooo” she screams and my ears are bleeding.

(Here’s how jungkook sounded playing that song https://youtu.be/q6oOi2W0GXA?si=WuN2Lu4u3jU5Mkuh (if the link doesnt work, paste it on youtube, its better so get how he sounds)

The song still going on, his gaze suddenly moves to me, I choke on my drink and see how surprised he is too, he didn’t know i was here.

“Can you love me for poor? I’m searching for my soul”

He sings and looks at me. Just at me. Like… just at me.

“And I hope I'm not sounding too desperateI need love and affection” The final words of the song are more deep and low now. And with some notes on his guitar, he finishes. The room is filled with applause and screams.

“Thank you.” And with that, Jungkook leaves the stage.

"Hey!! Earth to Brianna?" Avery continued, her words a gentle but insistent nudge, breaking through my trance-like state.

"W-what?" I stammered, my attention snapping back to the present moment. The pulsating music and the lingering echoes of Jungkook's performance surrounded me, the reality of the club engulfing my senses once again.

"You should totally go up there," Avery urged, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Show them what you've got! This could be your chance to shine too."

I hesitated, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and insecurities. The stage, once an alluring spotlight, now seemed like an intimidating abyss, each step toward it filled with uncertainty. Yet, Avery's encouragement hung in the air, a glimmer of possibility that tugged at my ambitions.

Taking a deep breath, I say “Yeah… Maybe i should. But i don’t have Ander with me. I’m gonna sing acapella? really?” I sigh.

“Yeah, you don’t need Ander, go on, your voice is perfect without any instrument.” She hugs you tightly and pushes you to go to the stage.

With newfound determination, I stood up from the table, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and fear. The stage loomed before me, its allure now tinged with the promise of opportunity. As I took a step forward, I pushed aside my doubts, ready to embrace the challenge that lay ahead. With Avery's unwavering support echoing in my ears, I ventured toward the stage, my gaze fixed on the spotlight

"Hi…" I began, my voice amplified by the microphone, resonating through the club like a hesitant whisper. "I'm Brianna, and I'm gonna sing…" Panic settled in as I realized I hadn't prepared a song beforehand. Desperation gripped my thoughts, my mind flickering to Jungkook's earlier list of songs. "Friends, by Chase Atlantic," I blurted out, hoping it was a decent choice.

A smattering of applause greeted my song choice, drowned out by the echo of Jungkook's popularity, evident in the resounding cheers that followed Avery's enthusiastic scream and Zac's supportive applause.

I took a deep breath, the stage lights casting long shadows across the floor beneath me. "Boy, tell me what you're doing on the other side," I started, my voice shaky with nerves. The acapella beginning proved challenging, lacking the safety net of instruments to ensure I stayed on key and in good time. Doubt gnawed at my confidence, threatening to consume me whole.

But just as uncertainty threatened to overwhelm me, a figure appeared on the stage beside me. I turned my head to my right, my eyes widening in surprise—it was Jungkook. Confusion etched across my face, silently asking him, "What the fuck?"

He nodded subtly, his gesture indicating the precise moment the beat should have dropped. Without missing a beat, he started accompanying me with his guitar, his skilled fingers coaxing harmonious melodies from the strings. The crowd erupted into cheers, their enthusiasm fueling my determination.

"All of your friends have been here for too long. They must be waiting for you to move on," I sang, newfound confidence surging through me. Jungkook's presence, his unwavering support, transformed the daunting stage into a sanctuary of shared music. The crowd's cheers merged with the melody, creating an electric atmosphere that vibrated with the synergy of our voices and instruments.

(here’s how it sounded https://youtu.be/lOOcEsmNVMg?si=KwZsXCMa5dzn-b1E )

Avery, my biggest cheerleader, was now on the table, her excitement palpable. With Jungkook's guidance and the crowd's energy, I felt a surge of exhilaration, embracing the moment and channeling it into my performance. The stage, once intimidating, now felt like a place where I could truly express myself, my voice melding with Jungkook's guitar in a harmonious fusion of music and emotion.

“Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now” Jungkook ends the song with an impressing note and everyone is screaming, more than ever. Your smile is bigger than the club now and you look at Jungkook, he was smiling a bit, just a tiny bit, he gives you a nod and gestures towards you, like giving the applause just to you.

As the final notes of performance echoed through the club, Jungkook and I descended from the stage, our footsteps synchronized with the fading music. Avery, electrified by our performance, lunged at us the moment we were within reach, her arms wrapping around me in a bone-crushing hug.

"I can't breathe, Jesus," I gasped, half-laughing, half-suffocating in her enthusiastic embrace. She released me, her laughter filling the air as she hugged me once more, her genuine excitement contagious.

"You were amazing!! And you too!" she exclaimed, her eyes shifting to Jungkook, who responded with a modest nod, his expression a blend of humility and pride.

"You two are incredible, just do the show together!" Zac chimed in, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. I glanced at him, my gaze intense and determined, ready to refute the idea. “That’s not-“ But before I could voice my thoughts, Jungkook spoke up, his voice cutting through the noise of the club.

"I think that's gonna work," he stated, his tone assured, catching me off guard. My eyes met his, filled with shock and disbelief. His confidence seemed unwavering, and for a moment, I found myself at a loss for words.

"Fuck yeah!" Avery screamed, her excitement uncontainable as she hugged me again. Amidst her elation, Jungkook excused himself, making his way toward the exit, presumably for a smoke break. I felt a strong urge to follow him, my curiosity piqued by his unexpected decision.

"I'll catch up with you in a bit, Avery," I said, gently extricating myself from her grip. Ignoring her protests, I trailed after Jungkook, my steps quickening to match his pace. The neon lights of the club faded behind us as we stepped into the cool night air.

"Hey," I called out, my voice slightly breathless as I caught up with him. Jungkook turned, his eyes meeting mine, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths.

"What was that back there?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"What?," he replied cryptically, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer before he turned away, his silhouette disappearing into the night.

I stood there, my mind swirling with questions, torn between chasing after answers and returning to the pulsating energy of the club. Avery's voice echoed in the distance, but my attention remained fixed on the spot where Jungkook had stood, wondering about the unexpected turn our collaboration had taken.

"You want to… sing with me? In the show?" I ask him, my voice laced with surprise, my eyes widening in disbelief.

"Yeah, I do," he replies, a casual yet confident smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a mysterious veil, adding an enigmatic aura to his presence. His eyes meet mine, holding a mixture of determination and a hint of vulnerability.

“"Why?" I inquire, my eyebrows furrowing slightly, searching for an explanation in his eyes, wanting to understand the hesitation in his voice.

"You don't think we sounded good? The crowd went crazy back there," he responds, his voice carrying a mixture of disappointment and uncertainty. He glances away for a moment, as if questioning his own abilities despite the cheering audience.

"I'm used to it," I reply, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips, attempting to brush off the momentary doubt. Surprisingly, he joins in, his laughter harmonizing with mine, creating a shared moment of camaraderie amidst the uncertainty, both of us realizing the absurdity of our self-doubt.

"Good one," he says, a genuine smile breaking through, his laughter fading into a soft chuckle. With a final puff, he takes another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a wispy dance, emphasizing the lingering sense of connection between us.

“"You having fun?" I break the silence, my voice barely audible over the club's music.

"Not really, clubs are not my thing. I just sing here and mostly leave immediately after," he explains, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.

"They're like eating themselves," I say, gesturing towards Zac and Avery with a smirk. "I'm glad they're together."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Zac not fucking around since forever. He must really like her," he observes, his gaze briefly flickering towards the couple.

"God, now I have to wait for her to go home," I sigh, feeling the weight of impatience settling in.

He flicks his cigarette away and slips his hands into his leather jacket pockets. "Wanna get out of here?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Don't ask me twice," I giggle, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of escaping the crowded club.

"Come," he gestures for me to follow him, and we make our way to the parking lot. Among the luxurious cars, my eyes catch a dark blue and black motorcycle, sleek and menacing.

"Wow, look at this, cool," I remark, my voice barely audible above the background noise.

"That's mine," he smirks, his pride evident in his tone as he slips on his helmet. The letters on the back spell out '97 JJK.'

"Oh," I say, feeling a bit dumb for not realizing it earlier.

"Actually, take my helmet. I only have one; I didn't think I'd leave with someone," he offers, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Wow. Not thinking he’s gonna leave with a girl… That doesn’t seem like him.

"Thanks," I reply, taking the helmet but struggling to figure out how to close it properly. He notices my struggle and steps closer, his presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"Here," he helps me secure the helmet, his fingers brushing against my skin in a fleeting touch. I feel a strange warmth spreading through me at his proximity.

"Thank you," I manage to say, my voice slightly breathless.

He climbs onto the motorcycle, his posture confident and relaxed. I hesitate for a moment before carefully settling behind him, gripping his abdomen tentatively.

"Hold me tight, yeah?" he instructs, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down my spine.

"Tighter," he says, his tone firm yet oddly reassuring. Looking back at me.

I follow his command, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I can, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

"More," he murmurs, his voice vibrating through me, and I obey, my grip intensifying. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as the engine roars to life beneath us, and we speed away.

I lay my head against his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his motorcycle beneath us as we navigate the city. New York sprawls before us, a vibrant tapestry of lights and life, truly living up to its reputation. The wind rushes past, tousling my hair, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sheer awe of the city's grandeur.

After about 10 minutes, he brings the motorcycle to a stop, and I lift my head, glancing around to see a serene lake. Couples stroll along the water's edge, feeding ducks that paddle peacefully in the rippling reflections of the city lights—such a charming sight

I carefully remove my helmet, placing it on the motorcycle, and step down onto the ground. "I like this place, it's quiet," He remarks, taking in the tranquility of the surroundings.

"Do you bring all your girls here?" I tease, a playful grin tugging at my lips. He shrugs, his response cryptic yet oddly honest. "No," he replies, his gaze lingering on the lake.

I decide to approach the ducks, my affinity for them evident in my eager steps. "I'm sorry I don't have food on me," I say, pouting slightly as I address the ducks, my disappointment genuine. A soft laugh ripples through the air, and I turn to see Jungkook chuckling behind me.

"What's so funny?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"You're literally apologizing to some ducks," he points out, his amusement evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, because I don't have food to give them," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest as I sit down next to him on a nearby bench. To my surprise, the ducks follow me, their quacks growing louder, and I can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these feathered creatures.

"See? They like me," I say, a triumphant smile gracing my lips as I watch the ducks gather around, their curiosity piqued by my presence. Jungkook watches, his expression softening as he observes the scene, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"So," he starts, his voice steady as my gaze turns to him, curiosity filling my eyes.

"No, I'll start, and hear me out," I say confidently, my words hanging in the air as I gather my thoughts.

"We're going to do rehearsals with one of the boys, at my place, whenever we can find the time. The show is in 5 days, and time is tight, but we're really good, so it doesn't matter," I explain, my excitement palpable. I notice his amused face as I speak rapidly, the urgency of the situation sinking in.

"Okay, okay. Still at yours, yeah?" he asks, seeking confirmation.

"Yes," I reply, nodding in affirmation.

"You sing really well," he compliments, his tone genuine and appreciative.

"Thank you. You too. I didn't know you sang too," I say, genuine confusion lacing my words.

"Oh yeah, I sometimes do, but my main priority is my guitar," he explains, his passion evident in his voice.

"Where is it, though? Don't tell me you forgot it," I ask, a hint of playful teasing in my tone.

"Ah, no, it's in the locker rooms. I can't bring it on my bike," he replies, his explanation tinged with a touch of self-consciousness.

"Oh yeah," I respond, trying not to sound dumb, but failing to hide my understanding.

A silence settles between us, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

"You have a son?" I venture cautiously, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"What?" he chuckles, his laughter breaking the tension. "What the fuck, no."

"But there was a little boy who—" I start, my words trailing off as confusion clouds my thoughts.

"That was my shitty little brother. He was messing with you," he explains, his tone lightening the mood.

"Darn, I got fooled by a kid," I say, laughing at my own gullibility, although the thought of him being childless leaves me feeling oddly relieved.

"You really thought I had a kid?" he asks, genuine surprise in his eyes.

"Well, you're like 25… so what's the big deal?" I respond, attempting to downplay my previous concern.

"I... nothing, just... it's too soon. And no wife," he admits, his words carrying a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

"I get it. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable," I say, my empathy for his situation evident in my voice.

"No, god, don't worry," he reassures me, his smile returning as he appreciates my understanding

You scroll on your instagram a bit and suddenly get a notification from a club that’s live. You click on it by mistake and before you press X your eyes widen.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Jungkook looks at you confused and leans closer to see. “What?”

“That’s… That’s Ander. The guy that was my guitarist, and best friend.”

The live was showing Kristine, your high school rival, with Ander, accompanying her by his guitar, singing in the club.

“He told me he was fucking sick and he couldn’t sing with me and now he’s fucking singing with this bitch?” Tears welled up in your eyes, your emotions raw and overwhelming. Jungkook, witnessing your pain, remained silent but his eyes held a deep sympathy, understanding the depth of your hurt.

“FUCK IT. You know what jungkook?” he looks surprised “I knew it," you choked out, your voice filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "I never listened to anyone saying he doesn't care and he only wants to fuck me. That he isn't my best friend. We were besties since like 3rd grade, and that asshole saw he didn't have a chance and just..." Your voice trailed off as tears streamed down your cheeks, your heartache laid bare.

“Imgine if you didn’t agree to sing with me. He would’ve let me fuck my show. What the fuck. But what i don’t understand is why he really wanted me to make you sing with me.” you sigh. looking at the live.

"That's my ex, maybe that's why," Jungkook said, his words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken history.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, coughing to mask your shock. The autumn wind chilled your face, mixing with the cold from your tears. Numbly, you looked down and closed your phone, trying to block out the betrayal that had unfolded before your eyes.

"Hey, it's not your fault, he's a sucker," Jungkook said, his voice soft and comforting. Damn, seeing you all hurt and crying made him want to hug you, but he knew that wasn’t his place.

You remained silent, staring into the distance, lost in your thoughts until Jungkook spoke again, his tone oddly gentle. "Bri."

Only Avery and Ander call you that, his use of your nickname made you look at him your faces now just inches away. Before he could say anything, your phone rang, making you jump.

"What?" you answered, your voice a mixture of annoyance and pain.

"Where are you?" Avery's voice, filled with concern, echoed through the phone.

"I'm... I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm at the lake. Can you pick me up?" you confessed, your vulnerability seeping through your words.

"What—okay," she responded, her worry palpable.

"Hey, I can drop you home," Jungkook offered, his words gentle and sincere.

"No, it's fine, go home," you insisted, trying to be strong. But he wasn't having it. He draped his black leather jacket over your shoulders, now only in his CK t shirt. The warmth providing some solace against the biting cold.

"You're in a dress. You need it more than me," he said, his smile genuine, and you nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for his kindness.

After what felt like an eternity, Avery finally arrived to pick you up. You thanked Jungkook, handing him back his jacket, your makeup smudged from tears, but he didn't seem to mind.

Upon reaching home, you took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the pain and betrayal. As you cried again, the weight on your chest lifted slightly. Eventually, exhaustion washed over you, and you fell into a restless sleep, haunted by the events of the night.

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Looking in the mirror, your face all swollen up. You kept thinking about Ander, was he really lying to you this whole time? Saying he won’t be able to sing and just leaving you figure it out? Then why did he help? Making you talk with Jungkook and all.

You were waiting for Jungkook to come at around 7 pm, all day you stood in bed crying then drank a coffee, you were too lazy to go to the stores to make something to eat, so you ate some chocolate.

You hear some knocks on the door. “Finally.” You sigh, going down to open the door, you found Ander sitting on the couch. But when he saw you, he quickly stood up.

You remained silent and shocked, his presence sending a surge of anger through your veins.

“What are you doing here?” you ask with your voice barely a whisper

“I… why didn’t you read my messages? Also i called you like 5 times today, what��s up with-“

“You’re seriously asking this? You fucker.” You scoff and push him “Get out.”

“What? What did i do” How he liked to play dumb.

“You’re really getting on my nerves.” before you could push him again, he grabs your arms and holds them tight. “Let me go, it hurts.” You stiffen in his grip.

He looks at you intensely “Tell me!” Oh now he’s begging.

You can’t believe how dumb he puts on this act, how he manipulates you. “You know damn well what’s up.”

“No, i don’t! “ he cries, his voice raising.

“Fuck you.” you scream at him, trying to free yourself.

“No, fuck you!” he screams. “Tell me!” before you could add anything else he starts laughing. “I see. you hang out with that chinese junkie and he made you his bitch, now you forgot about your best friend.”

“W-what.” you can’t believe his words “You know that’s no-“

“I don’t know anymore what’s true or not. I saw you singing and how you looked at him. You didn’t even tell me to join you at the club!” Oh as that was the problem.

You scoff. “Oh now I can’t go out with Avery? also, aren’t you supposed to be sick?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

He remains silent for a second before he adds a stuttered “I am.”

“You sang with Kristine, you asshole, i saw the live.” You look at him, his shocked expression made you laugh.

“You’re such a piece of shit” You start “get out of my house” you raise your voice.

His look now gentle and sad “No, Bri, i can explain-“

“Don’t Bri me!” Your eyes start to water again, fuck. Not in front of him… “Let me go!” you scream again.

“Bri look i know i-“

“She said to let go.” you both turn your heads to Jungkook, now entering the house.

“Ah. i see, That’s why you didn’t even want me here, you were waiting on him right? He fucks you now? what?”

“So?” he says, pushing Ander off me, As he looks unamused and confused.

“So what if we fuck? Mad you couldn’t get to her?” he looks down on Ander. His words made you gulp. Damn, he is so much taller than Ander.

“You fucker.” Ander says as he attempted to throw a punch at Jungkook, but he effortlessly dodged the attack, choosing not to engage in a fight. Instead, he intervened, pushing Ander away from you.

“Get out. She doesn’t want you here. What kind of best friend are you? You lying bitch,” Jungkook’s words were cutting, his voice cold with disdain.

The tension in the room reached its peak, and you couldn’t take it anymore. In a moment of unexpected strength, you punched Ander while his attention wavered, catching him off guard. “Get out, now,” you said quietly, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. “Please just go, if you ever cared about me, just a little bit, you’d leave.”

Ander clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook, then he left, slamming the door behind him. You felt a mix of relief and heartache as you watched him go. Overwhelmed by emotions, you collapsed into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him tightly, your tears flowing freely now. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as you cried loudly against his chest, seeking solace from the storm of emotions that had consumed you.

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a/n: end of part 2! damn emotional roller coaster! i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i don’t know how many words there are since i dont know how to count them but tips are welcomed! please like and reblog and comment if you liked the story so far, there are many things to come too! kisses<3

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ashlynniis-bracketeers · 15 days

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...Yes, I'm still brainrotting about assigning Sembla to (Kwaiz-ified) Warframes. Send help.

Putting it under a cut.

Excalibur - [???] ("Blades of Light" don't really fall under any of the Sembla. Light can make beams, but I don't recall solid swords of light falling under it lmao. Unless Kwaiz-calibur uses non-psionic magic alongside it...)

Trinity - [???] (She's a generalized healer. Could fall under Flesh or Sugar, and Kraizen can only have one Sembla...)

Ember - Fire (No shit lmao)

Loki - Ink (He's the invisibility and trickery guy, along with throwing out decoys. Switch teleport doesn't fall under any Sembla, though lmao)

Volt - Electric (No shit lmao)

Rhino - Gravity (None of his skills really fall under any Sembla except for Stomp, which "stomps with force sufficient to disrupt time, tumbling enemies around him in stasis".)

Ash - Plume (He has a smoke vent on his left arm and his invisibility manifests as a disorienting puff of smoke.)

Mag - Force (She's supposed to be magnets, but she can yoink basically anything and everything lmao)

Frost - Cold (No shit lmao)

Nyx - Ink? Spirit? (Neither of them have any real mind-control powers compared to, say, Fungus, but the animation for Chaos has a model of Nyx appearing on enemies affected by the ability, which could be an illusion to make the enemies mistake their allies for Nyx and start attacking each other. That doesn't really explain Mind Control, Absorb, or Psychic Bolts though lmao)

Banshee - Alarm (Pretty self-explanatory. Alarm isn't always just making sounds louder... I think...)

Saryn - Corrosion? Fungus? (Leaning a bit more towards Fungus. A lot of the wording for her abilities is "spores" and she has a wide umbrella of damage types that would fall under more than just the Corrosion Sembla, being toxin, viral, and corrosion.)

Vauban - Silicon[?] (He's a bit all over the place. I'm not sure whether he'd fit better under Plastic or Silicon, but I'm just putting Silicon because of his Overdriver mine lmao.)

Nova - Salt??? (Not the slightest goddamn clue. Her thing is antimatter, which isn't really tackled by any of the Sembla. I'm only putting Salt because her most popular ability is Molecular Prime, which makes enemies explode lmao.)

Nekros - Either Spirit or Dream (*Insert "IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?" meme here* for Spirit, but also a toss-up between it and Dream due to Terrify being able to manipulate emotions directly.)

Valkyr - [???] (no damn clue. Her abilities are a bit of a mess, theme-cohesion-wise. She could be Alarm, or Thread, or Force, or...)

Oberon - Either Plant or Radiation (Similarly to Valkyr, he's also a theme-coherency mess. He's a paladin, king of the fairies, and he has radioactive pulses, slams, and grass, and also has a heal and a passive focusing on pets...)

Zephyr - Wind (No shit lmao)

Hydroid - Either Water or Corrosion (If this was pre-Rework Hydroid, I'd have listed only Water, but now he has a whole thing with the Corrosive status and stealing enemy armor and blablabla. He's still a pirate and water can also erode things...)

Mirage - Light, Spirit, or Ink (Not quite sure which single Sembla to give her. Her thing is confusing and blinding the enemy [See: the Disco Ball of Doom that is Prism], but that doesn't explain shit like Hall of Mirrors making more projectiles, Slight of Hand being explosive, or Eclipse unless she's also using non-psionic magic alongside it.)

Limbo - Either Void or Shadow? (Oh, Limbo, of course you keep being a pain in the ass to categorize. Limbo's thing is controlling "The Rift", a personal demi-plane as it were. While Void fits with using a "personal dimension", Shadow's ability to "sink into" shadows and move around in them untouchably outside of a few scenarios fits with how Limbo actually uses the Rift. Hm...)

Mesa - [???] (Not a single goddamn clue lmao. Literally the only ability that even vaguely falls under one of the Sembla is Shooting Gallery, which feels like it falls under Hex, but that's only one ability out of four and the other four are not really Sembla-ey.)

Chroma - [???] (No damn clue lmao. His thing is wielding four elements, which isn't really a thing for Kwaiz because there's a different Sembla for each of those four elements. No damn clue.)

Equinox - [???] (No damn clue lmao. She's two different frames in a trench coat, how am I supposed to pick one Sembla for this? And her abilities don't really feel Sembla-ey, either.)

Atlas - Rock (No shit lmao. Rocc.)

Wukong - [???] (No clue lmao. He's all over the place.)

Ivara - Either Ink or Force? (Got the Invisibility that feels like it'd fall under Ink, but she's also a pick-pocketing little shit and can guide non-hitscan projectile's movements, which feels like it'd fall under Force.)

Nezha - Fire (No shit lmao)

Inaros - Dust (POCKET SAND. Also his control over bugs and sand-theming also reminds me of Shilalaan, another Dust user who controls sand and bugs.)

Titania - Either Light or Wonder? (Fairy Fuckery is what she is. She likes turning enemies into lures and pulling random buffs out of her ass, she's all over the place. No clue lmao.)

Nidus - Flesh or Disease (Nidus is supposed to be a barely-tamed hunk of Infested material in the vague shape of a human person, but I'm not sure if controlling the Infestation would fall under the Disease Sembla...)

Octavia - Music (No shit lmao)

Harrow - Thread, Hex, or Silicon (Weirdo Void Crit Priest is also a pain in the ass to categorize. Thread would fit for chains, Hex would fit for critical hit manipulation, and Silicon would fit for team buffing and turning enemy damage absorbed by Covenant into critical hit chance.)

Gara - Glass (No shit lmao. Both in the sense of literal glass and the manipulation of perception.)

Khora - Thread (No shit lmao.)

Excalibur Umbra - [???] (See regular Excalibur above. Light? Alarm? idk.)

Revenant - [???] (No damn clue lmao. Another theme-cohesion mess.)

Garuda - Flesh (BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOOOOOD SGAKHSGJAGSAHSK)

Baruuk - Force? (I'm not sure. He's pretty simple fisticuffs, and stuff like the projectile avoidance from Elude, weapon destruction from Desolate Hands, and attack shock waves from Serene Storm could fit with Force, but something about it feels... off. It also wouldn't explain Lull.)

Hildryn - [???] (Not sure what to give her. Her thing is shields, and stripping enemy defenses to bolster those of her allies. Plastic? Silicon? idk)

Wisp - Either Spirit or Plasma? (Not sure what to give her. Spirit fits with her being themed after Will-O'-Wisps and using the Will-O-Wisp ability to distract enemies, but that doesn't explain Breach Surge or Sol Gate, which both fall more under Plasma. And neither of them explain her teleportation...)

Gauss - [???] (No clue. He's themed around kinetic energy and has traits that'd fit with Fire, Cold, Force, and Salt...)

Grendel - Either Sugar or Toxin (Not sure which one to pick. Sugar fits with his whole "eating people" thing, but both Sugar and Toxin fit with his team-buffing abilities regarding Nourish.)

Protea - Either Plastic or Silicon? (She's kinda like Vauban. A bit all over the place, not sure which to pick...)

Xaku - [???] (Oh, I have no fucking clue what to do with them and all of their Void Fuckery lmao.)

Lavos - Flesh? (Oh, my precious weirdo. His broad, element-mixing alchemical abilities don't really fall under any single Sembla, but his Leverian lore states that he was given power over Flesh to execute Javi, so I decided to give him Flesh. Maybe he's honed his Flesh skills so much that he's able to make organs that mix and throw out various elemental combinations on the fly... idk.)

Sevagoth - [???] (I have no clue lmao. He's also a non-Sembla-acting weirdo. Maybe the Shadow is an Amplifier or something idk.)

Yareli - Water (No shit lmao.)

Caliban - [???] (Nope, no damn clue lmao. Force? Plasma? Idk.)

Gyre - Electricity (No shit lmao)

Styanax - [???] (Not sure. Force??? Something about that feels off. Idk.)

Voruna - [???] (No clue lmao. Ink??? Spirit??? Wonder??? Idk.)

Citrine - Crystal (No shit lmao)

Kullervo - [???] (Oh goddamnit, more Void Fuckery. No clue what to do with him. Wonder??? idk.)

Dagath - [???] (No clue, more Void Fuckery. Hex?? Wonder?? Idk.)

Qorvex - Radioactive (No shit lmao)

Dante - [???] (MORE VOID FUCKERY. No clue what Sembla he'd have, but he'd definitely also be using non-psionic magic, I mean, just LOOK at what he does.)

Jade - [???] (She isn't even out yet, but since she's based on Angels and choral music, I'm leaning towards Music for now. We can just wait and see.)

#Warframe #hypnofantasma #crossover #Brackets Talks #long post #so many question marks...

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Rooooo! If the inspiration stikes, one where the reader has a bit of fight in her but Lloyd being Lloyd he enjoys breaking in new things, if you catch my drift 😏

Grand Finale

Warnings: implied noncon, torture.

Even though it’s a drabble, I do appreciate any comments and feedback you have. Thanks for reading!

Blown. Years of work, of sacrifice and this is how it ends. With this mustachioed jackass laughing at you as arrogance puffs out his tacky designer polo.

It's not what you expected, nor is he. Sure, someone in your line of work can't be surprised by a cruel end, but at his hands?

The electric crackle makes you twitch as it pierces the lull. He touches them again, sparks bursting before you.

"Baby face, I see everything, you got me? Your fear, your lies, not to mention that precious little cunt."

He leans in to grin in your face, touching one of the clamps to your thighs. You quake and throw your head back as you shriek. The current rolls through you, a burning sensation in your nose as he pulls away.

Your legs quiver as he steps back to watch. Ankles tied wide to the chair, stripped away to only your sweat and blood. He holds the metal clamps before you.

"I hate to let a pussy go to waste," he sneers, "so you make this quick and we can have a bit of fun before I put you out of your misery."

"Go fuck… a cactus," you breathe.

He clucks and pushes the metal against your thigh, this time holding it down so you spasming, moving the chair in your agony. He doesn't pull away until you still, only vibrating from the sheer power coursing through.

Your teeth chatter and he tosses the clamps down, casting more sparks across the concrete floor. A welted burn rises on your thigh, flesh seared and stinging.

He grabs the back of your head as he bends and presses his forehead to yours. He snarls as he buries his other hand between your legs, shoving a thick finger inside. You groan and wriggle futilely.

"Oh, don't you worry, I got some fun toys for you, a very particular type of torture," he taunts.

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #drabble #ask drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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Chapter Fourteen (Part 2)

The journey to Wexford feels long because it is so often interrupted by traffic jams and detours to bypass the worst of the floods along the river. We don’t really chat that much, we avoid confrontation instead, and have the radio on playing the top 40 hits until we’re out of range of the greater Dublin area, and then we listen to the smaller, country stations whose hosts have accents that even I can hardly understand.

The sight of the familiar palm trees along the long, straight road towards the seaside has me sitting upright and pressing my forehead to the glass to marvel at how everything looks the very same as it used to, save the bits of foliage strewn across the road here and there. The sea is remarkably calm, lacking any of the white peaks of foam breaking on the surface, and the village is just as still. My memories are of a bustling, lively place, people crisscrossing the little roads with ice cream cones and cars backed up as far as the caravan parks, but today I spy only one person about, and he’s bundled in a dark coat with a wire-haired terrier on a leash, on their way towards the wet beach.

Jude pulls into a roadside spot near the top of the steps that lead down to the quieter end of the strand. As we climb out of the car I glance up at a huge, vacant holiday home that immediately uncovers an ancient, buried memory. Those Italian boys we met on the beach stayed there, and that guy whose name I can no longer recall cooked us the most delicious pasta before that weird little guy tried to grab my arse. I’m still not as old now as those guys were back then, and the idea of hanging out with seventeen and eighteen-year-olds is unthinkable and weird to me now. How strange to think of it in this way, to look back at those men and wonder what they were thinking when they invited us to spend time with them.

Jude hops down the little wooden steps towards the beach house. It stands there proud and solid with its shutters drawn and all of its patio furniture stored away until the summer, and I follow along and stand by him as he unlocks the door as though he’s opening up an ancient tomb.

The house has that undefinable scent of a place that’s unoccupied, and when Jude opens the curtains to reveal that beautiful sea view, dust particles puff into the air and float through the beams of late morning sunshine. It’s tidy. Tidier than it was when I used to come here, but apart from that everything is the same.

Jude explains what he’s doing as he does it. Checking the electricity. Looking in the freezer to see if it’s defrosted, searching for water damage, tile damage on the roof, testing the shower, everything works. The storm may have torn over this beach and ripped chunks from the dunes, but this house has stood here defiantly, unbothered by nature at its most brutal and unforgiving.

“How’s it feel to be here?” He wants to know as he stands by the stairway, observing me in my place on the couch, and I tell him that it feels the same, but different, which is vague, but he accepts my answer because I suspect that it’s not really that important to him. He’s more interested in whether or not I am as hungry as he is.

“If you like we can go to the boat club for something to eat.” He suggests. “It’s still early enough for them to be doing breakfast, I think.”

“I never ate there when we stayed. We only ever used the tennis courts.”

He shrugs. “It’s alright.”

My stomach growls. “Alright is enough for me.”

We head along the cracked, narrow road towards the end of the peninsula where the boat club stands with its back to the sea, with salt dried on its windows and a squeaky weathervane on the roof.

I was here a few times before, because it has the nicer of the two tennis courts in the village, the other of which is in the middle of a campsite and was always full of pre-teens using it for anything but tennis, but I never felt like the boat club was somewhere I had any right to be. It has a particular type of snootiness about it that has me worried that I’ll be found out at any moment like everyone else who frequents it knows some secret that I don’t, and they’ll soon figure out I don’t belong with them and shoo me off the court like a wild dog.

We go in through the glass doors to the dining room and find a seat next to the window with a view out towards the lighthouse on a spit of land to the east. I glance through the menu and ask Jude for his recommendation, which is the pancakes. The waitress who takes our order is my age with a pretty face and blonde hair twisted up into a spiky bun.

“Alright, so two pancakes.” She says, doing a slight double take when she lifts her eyes from her notepad and fixes them on Jude. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

He smiles. “Hi. Yeah, just down to check on the house since the storm.”

“Thought you lived in Germany now or something.”

“Yeah I do, I’m just back for a little while.”

“Oh right.” She wipes her hand on the front of her trousers. “You keeping well and all?” Her name tag is glossy gold. Clóda.

“Sure, I’m fine. And you? Are you in college?”

“I never went in the end. I work weekends here, and then during the week I’m at the front desk in the resort hotel.”

“That’s cool. It’s nice that you’re staying so busy.” They smile at one another, and then she seems to remember she has things to do. “Right, so.” She says with a self-conscious smile. “I better go back to the till.” We thank her, and as she hurries off I look at Jude, who folds a napkin in half. Then again, pressing the side of his thumbnail along the edge to crease it.

“Someone you used to know?”

“Yeah. We hung out one summer a few years ago.”

“Right.” There was tension between them. I bet they had sex. I insist to myself that I’m not jealous, but my heart jolts and something thick and heavy settles in my stomach.

His eyes flicker to mine for a moment, holding incredulity in them and killing any desire I had to ask something else. I don’t dare to feel anything else about this waitress and the summer he spent ‘hanging out’ with her. We both know that I haven’t got the right to. Our unspoken words hang big and heavy between us now, but we don’t say them, opting instead we make benign remarks about the weather, the movement of the sea, the atmosphere in the boat club, and when Clóda returns with our food we talk about that, how it’s tasty but not as tasty as other pancakes we’ve had in more exciting places. When we leave, Jude heads towards the village through the car park, but I stop him. A gentle breeze brushes my hair over my shoulders.

“Would you mind if we walked along the beach?”

“It will take longer.”

“If you really want to get home, that’s okay. But If you’re not in a big rush I think it’d be nice. I miss being by the sea.”

He considers this. “Okay. If you want.”

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godteri-takk · 7 months

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I hate that i cant remember names of other peeps oc SORRY

But u have coral? It think so

To them 2, 6, 9, 18, 37, 43

And to Kation: 12, 15, 18, 24,

Anddd to u

Coral: A, B, J

Kation A, B, J as well

Oh wow this is a LOT! This'll be so fun to answer thank you :D theres art too! Image:desc in ALT

Coral (she/he)

2: How easy is it for them to laugh?

Laughter doesn't always come easy to him, and for long he was ashamed of her laughter. It's a snorty laugh in short quick puffs, I think it's really cute! She feels comfortable laughing around close friends tho, especially late at night after a long hang-out with candy and music :)

6: Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

She want to be rebellious but in his heart, he thinks they're immovable.

9: Do they swear? First swear word?

He started swearing only after he'd Fallen, and the first one was shit xD

18: What embarrasses them?

Being wrong, wearing clothes he's not comfortable with, not having control over his body, showing people his vent-art, stuttering, being judged, being messy, a lot of things honestly.

37: Do they have a system to remember things?

She ties the thing she need to remember to a visual picture. For example, if needing to remember how to spell the word "carpet" she'll imagine a little kitty in a car. Car-pet.

43: how would they explain their sexuality?

Ooooh that could've been a post on its own tbh. No! I'll keep it brief! Coral is objectum. He's aroace when it comes to people. His beloved objects, his partners, are Boy! the bunny plushie, Rey the computer, Sugar the flip-phone and Stellar the chain. They're depicted in both the ref-sheets :) So the main type of objects he's attracted to are plushies, technology, chains and sometimes buildings :) But you know, just as with other sexualities, she's not attracted to EVERY object tn these categories, just as lesbians aren't attracted to ALL girls.

Kation (hen/she/it)

12: How do they deal with a itch in a spot they can't reach? (Thats so spesific what XD)

Can only imagine that being its back. Use a stick or rub its back against something like a corner, a tree, the couch, anything

15: How do they speak?

She talks on the spot and use a lot of slang and some swear-words, she's quite outspoken and its emotions affect their tone a lot. Its voice is kinda deep and rough/ragged, with a growl hiding just under the surface of the voice.

18: what embarrasses them?

Failing in things hen thought hen was good at, sharing vulnerable feelings, admitting flaws, being considered weak or mean

24: Are they comfortable talking about sex? With whom?

Kation is very confident in its sexuality and is comfortable with talking about it with anyone who wants to! It's just a casual topic to her.

To Me!

A: What am I excited about these characters?

About Kation I love its design and powers and personality, I love to draw hen and Imagine hen in all kinds of scenarios, how hen interact with others, anything. Designing outfits for both Kation and Coral is super fun, about Coral i love his emotional life, her facial expressions, that she's objectum, his past, his inner conflicts and problems and worries.

B: what inspired me to create them?

Kation was created because I needed a main character in my comic. Hen is a fat, nonbinary demon cus those are all things i think we should see more in media. Well... mostly the first 2, there's a lot of demons lol. But i think those 3 things is a great combo! Coral, as first depicted here, I just drew him cus I wanted to redraw the album photo for Replicas Redux by Gary Numan (with Are 'Friends' Electric? in mind). But I didn't want to draw the guy himself so i just switched him out w a demon i designed on a whim. I liked her design a lot and decided to add her to the lore of the comic i made, and make him Kations best friend, soon with lore of his own!

Question J was only for fandom OCs it seems so ... yeah :)

Wow this was fun!!! Thank you so much I hope it was interesting, either way i now have a cool post with lots of OC lore n stuff!

#ask #oc masterpost #kinda??#oc ask #kation #coral #art #drawing #oc #my oc #demon oc #objectum #gary numan #music #comic #oc lore #lore #plushum #techum

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Quiet pt 3

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, swearing

// Sorry for the wait, I hope you all enjoy this part <3 //

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

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Humans are complex.

They weren’t simple like nature’s animals. Those creatures who ran on their instinct, who didn’t do anything with a moral compass in mind. Doing what was needed to continue to survive.

Humans didn’t have instinct. Well.. they didn’t rely on their instinct at least. The little one he’d managed to catch seemed to snap into a primal state when it noticed he’d been watching it. The shift in manner was truly fascinating. He wanted to know more about it, wanted to get to know this one better He wasn’t going to let another mistake take this one away from him.

Humans were delicate creatures. Delicate and yet, if pushed far enough, their delicacy makes way for a lethal type of anger.

He didn’t like it when humans were mad at him.

He didn’t want this one to be mad at him anymore. He just wanted…

…

The first thing George felt when he finally came-to was intense spikes of cold chills running down his back.

He felt like he was on a cold, swaying hammock made of firm yet plush material. He was laying in an awkward position on his back with his limbs splayed out in odd ways. A groan sounded from his chest as he pulled his arms in on himself, a shiver going through him like an electric shockwave.

Realization struck him like lightning.

He all but threw himself up, sitting on his knees as his eyes darted around his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was how high he was compared to the trees, reaching nearly the top of them from where he sat. He noticed a small squirrel climbing up the side of one, looking over as if to mock him.

He regretted looking down. Not because he saw exactly how high he was, no, but because he was instead met with that familiar dark black he’d grown to fear.

Still not completely awake and aware, he scooted back trying to get away from it, but sadly realized it was everywhere. Fearful gasps and sobs escaped his mouth as he finally, reluctantly, looked up to see just what he expected, yet dreaded, to see.

There it was again. That monstrous green gaze tracking his every move as if he were the subject of an experiment. To be fair, to this thing he probably was. He was just a curiosity. A lab rat who sadly got caught and was now going to be forced to comply with any test the monster wanted to run. He couldn’t hold back a pathetic whimper as he pulled away from the green abyss’ lingering just above him in favor of shutting his eyes and burying his face in his hands. The size difference made this all the worse. Even while being held up to its chest in its deathly cold palms, it still towered over him like Godzilla.

A strangled sob had him opening his teary eyes to look around at anything but the monster. The sky wasn’t much different from before he passed out so he must’ve only been out a few minutes at the most.

“Please.. what ever you’re doing just get it over with..” His meager voice choked out a beg as he looked down at his knees. “I can’t stand this anymore. I want it to be over!” His lip quivered as he pleaded for mercy, his fingers curling into tight fists as he let wet tears stain his red cheeks once more.

There was a clicking sound from within the beast’s chest, its hands shifted slowly.

George braced himself for the impact of a fist crushing his body, or the feeling of being bitten in half by spit-soaked fangs. He waited, he waited. Hell, he even longed for something to happen. He just wanted it to be over.

And then he was moving.

Well, they were moving.

George’s eyes shot open as he turned to face away from the monster, and toward the trees. He was right, they were on the move. He couldn’t help but notice they were wandering away from the direction where the monster’s burrow-thing was. His fear gave way to confusion in the blink of an eye. He wanted to send a questioning look to the beast, but as he went to turn a puff of its breath hit his head, and he quickly aborted mission. He wasn’t going to face the thing unless he had to, he decided.

It seemed like the monster was moving with intent. For what destination George couldn’t fathom, though he didn’t really want to dwell on that thought either. If he did, he was sure he’d be throwing up leftover chicken into the beast’s palms, and that wouldn’t help his case at all.

So, the Brit just sat tight. Not like he had any other choice anyways. He hugged his knees to his chest as he kept his back from hitting the monster’s chest. As scary as his situation was, the forest actually seemed rather tranquil today. The morning sunrise painted the tall trees with a beautiful hue of color, a big contrast to how intimidating they were in the dark of night. He almost managed to zone-out to the peacefulness, but a deep growling sound from within the monster’s mid-section snapped him back to high alert.

He’d almost forgotten that the thing was hungry.

Why didn’t it eat him? He was so sure that was what it was intending to do back there. It literally had and has him in the palm of its hand. He’s completely defenseless and at its mercy. Did it want to eat him somewhere else? Surely it would take him back to its burrow for that, and they were heading to a completely different place.

A sigh was trapped in his throat as he curled tighter in on himself. He wanted answers, but all he could do right now was sit and wait.

…

“LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!! YOU MONSTER!!”

His bare feet ran across the forest floor, his skin breaking from the sharp rocks and thorns piercing through, letting scarlet red ooze out. He didn’t care about that, he couldn’t even feel any pain. He needed to get George back, away from the monster.

The trees shook violently around him, twisting and turning in spirals, their overbearing shadows casting ink-black over him. A green abyss stared at him as he ran harder, faster, panting with exhaustion as he powered through to get closer.

It stood above him, taller than any living thing should stand, evil intent clear in its lifeless iris as it let out a wicked, deep laugh at his pathetic attempts to save his friend.

Intense vibrations shook his body. and he lost his balance. The ground cracked from his fall, and opened up below his feet, nothing but thick black waiting below to greedily swallow him alive. But he managed to grab ahold of the edge, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding on. A loud yell escaped his throat as he dangled helplessly above the black maw, open and waiting for its meal to fall right in.

He could’ve sworn he smelled blood, and as the thought crossed his mind the platform he was holding onto suddenly became damp, and thick scarlet ran over his hand and trickled down his arm. A scream sounded as he thrashed violently, his body spasming from the fright.

“Sapnap…”

His name echoed against the trees, who now towered over him, their leaves shaking from the intense wind that had started up. After a failed attempt at hoisting himself up, the boy was left with no choice but to let his eyes follow the sound of his voice. His gaze traveled down, down…

Only to be met with the sight of George. The boy was laying on his back, limbs splayed out in awkward positions. The blood dripping off of Sapnap traveled down to George, making small puddles on his forehead. The Brit didn’t seem to mind it, though. George only seemed to care about staring up at Sapnap, his face unreadable as Sapnap tried to call his friend’s name. “George! George!!” His voice cracked with exhaustion as his body swayed tens of feet over the frozen body of his friend.

“You left me to die.” George whispered the words, but they still shook the trees above him with its might.

“No! No, George- I- I didn’t mean for this to happen!!” He pleaded with the Brit. His hand was slipping, the blood was making him lose his grip. He kicked his legs with distraught as he tried to grab the edge with his other hand. When that failed, he looked back down at George. “I don’t want you to die!”

“It’s too late. Look what you’ve done to me..” George leaned his head back, it fell back limply, as if he had no strength in his muscles. Suddenly, the Brit was illuminated in bright green. Clawed fingers rose from the darkness around the boy, trapping him in a powerful fist as the evil green eye encompassed the dark abyss with its overwhelming size.

“George!”

“…george…”

“…sapnap…”

“Sapnap!”

“Nick!”

A tight grip on his shoulder was causing his body to shake as a concerned voice sounded above him. It took Sapnap a moment to register who the voice belonged to, but once he did he was able to calm himself down and sit up.

He let out a groggy groan as he massaged his forehead with a sweaty palm. “Karl..” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he croaked out his friend’s name. “Did I fall asleep?”

Karl removed his hand from his friend’s shoulder as he sat back on his haunches. The boy looked equally as tired, maybe more. Sweat dripped from Karl’s hairline and stained his tank top under his pits and by his chest. And if you couldn’t see the boy’s wrecked state because of the darkness of the room, you’d surely be able to smell it. The putrid stink of sweat and sickness. They’d forgotten the boy’s medication in the car, and neither of them wanted to venture outside for it. Sapnap knew it was messing with Karl to be so unkept, the boy usually showered twice a day, but the current circumstances prevented either of them from their self-care.

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Karl yawned. “I was gonna let you sleep more but.. looked like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.” Sapnap sighed as he tossed the blanket covering him to the side. Why did Karl have to put everyone before himself? Sapnap didn’t have to sleep as much as the sick boy did, and yet Karl let him indulge in a nap.

“What time is it?” He asked, standing up and off of the old couch he was on. “Five after eight.” Karl murmured, rubbing his blood-shot eyes as he stood with the shorter raven-haired man. “And no, we haven’t heard anything from the police.” He answered before Sapnap even got a chance to ask.

The old lady offered to let the two crash at the check-in cabin while they waited for word from the cops. They were allowed to stay in the secluded living room under the condition that they didn’t touch anything, not even the surplus of empty chocolate bar wrappers scattered around the floor and table tops. Karl asked her why she didn’t clean them up, and she simply responded by saying that they were her wife’s favorite. The room wasn’t much. Just two couches, a small TV with only a handful of cable channels, boarded up windows, a gun rack by the door, and of course the purple chocolate wrappers.

Sapnap murmured to himself as he glanced over at one of the covered windows, his face expressionless as he was lost in deep thought. “Karl..” He finally whispered after a few long seconds, his voice cracking a bit. The other man responded with a questioning hum.

“What’ll we do if we find George?” He asked. The room was filled with deafening silence for a couple heartbeats before a small, “What do you mean?” sounded. Sapnap turned back to Karl, but didn’t look him in the eye. “I mean.. if we go out there, because I know we will eventually, and we find him.. that means we’re gonna find that- that..” Sapnap couldn’t get himself to say the word out loud. “What if it doesn’t give George up? It took him for a reason.. it’s not just going to hand him over in a gift box with a pretty bow on the top after going through all that trouble to stalk and catch him..” He frowned. He could feel that annoying sensation of wetness forming in his eyes as he tried to hold back, tried to be strong.

“What I’m trying to say is… what are we gonna do when he have to confront the monster?”

He looked at his friend now, meeting his gaze with dark eyes. Karl just looked troubled. He was biting his lower lip with apprehension as he seemingly thought on Sapnap’s words. “I..” Karl began, but quickly shut his mouth once more. Speechless. He didn’t know what they’d do either.

Sapnap went to look away once again, but something caught his eye. He took a step forward and his friend looked up at him with expectation that turned to confusion when Sapnap walked right past him. “Sap?” He called, but the shorter man was too fixed on something by the door to pay Karl any mind. Karl furrowed his brows and walked up beside his friend, following his gaze to see what it was locked-on to. But when he realized what Sapnap was looking at, and put two-and-two together, he shoved the man with shock, causing him to stagger over a few steps.

“You want to shoot it?!”

“It’s the only option we have, Karl.” Sapnap responded, looking back at the arrangement of shotguns and rifles sitting out all nice and polished like they were expecting this to happen, expecting to be used. “What do you wanna do? Talk to it? Ask it nicely to release our friend?” He shifted his expression as he began to mock him, “Oh, Mr. Monster, if it isn’t too much trouble could you pwetty pwease put Gogy down?” Sapnap frowned at Karl. “Is that what you wanna do? Huh!?” He put his arms out as his tone raised at the taller man.

“I’m not saying it’s a stupid idea.. I’m just… What if it just pisses it off? A-and it get’s so mad that it kills George? Or us? I’m just saying it seems a little too reckless. I don’t think one little gun is gonna get the job done against a giant monster, Sapnap.” Karl crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap in favor of looking at the floor beside him. “..‘nd we shouldn’t be getting mad at eachother.. that’s not gonna help..” Karl murmured, so carefully Sapnap had to strain to hear him.

Sapnap sighed. He raised an arm and approached Karl, about to rest a hand on his shoulder and apologize before the door to the living room suddenly swung open, causing both men to startle. The old lady stood at the doorway, her eyes wide and alerted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you lady?!? You scared the fu-“ She cut Sapnap off with a stern tone. “The cops called.”

The men froze.

“Somethin’ happened, they think they know where your friend’s been.”

…

It’s been making that sound for awhile now. He wasn’t sure how long, but it’s been long enough to completely be rid of his fear in turn for confusion.

Awhile back, toward the start of their journey, George couldn’t stop himself from crying. He’d been in his own head, convincing himself of the worst to come and making himself more fearful. All of the possibilities of how this could turn out bad for him kept swarming and flooding his brain, effectively starting a hurricane of sick worry. After so much buildup he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let out restrained sobbing, doing his best to keep them from turning into loud wails.

He hoped that the monster wouldn’t pay him any mind, but when he kept sobbing into his knees, slowly getting louder despite trying to contain himself, the thing started making that… sound. It still has yet to let up, and George still has yet to decipher what it is.

It was a weird humming noise, so powerful that he could feel the vibrations shaking him. The hums would stop every so once in awhile and the thing would start clicking. Like, very brief chirping sounds that were kind of guttural. As if it had to force those sounds out. It was… odd.

George wanted to say that the sounds were making him feel uneasy but, if he was being truthful, they weren’t. He wouldn’t go as far as to say that they were relaxing but, they weren’t scary at the very least. He couldn’t describe the odd sensations pouring over his body as the sounds continued around him. Regardless, whatever they were, and however they were making him feel, it made him stop crying. And for the rest of their walk, George sat quietly listening to the monster coo at him.

Until it stopped.

When that happened, he could feel the sickness of fear blooming once more in the pit of his chest. George didn’t dare to look back at it, opting to hide his face in his knees once more and hug himself so tight he could feel the circulation in his hands being cut off. Had it finally grown sick of George’s antics? Was it finally tired of pretending to be harmless, and was ready to truly show its sadism?

A grumble startled him, and the feeling of being brought drop startled him even more. He dared to raise his head and look around with his puffy red eyes as he felt his platform jostle him around. He whimpered as the hand holding him lowered to the ground, planting itself there as he felt a large presence loom over him.

George didn’t need to turn around to know that the monster was hovering right above him, staring at him expectantly. It only took the Brit a few moments of hesitation before he (desperately) climbed down from its palm and let his thankful feet touch the solid ground once again. He could’ve laughed with relief, grateful of not being handled anymore, but he was still wary. Why was it letting him down? Where were they? He looked around, studying the trees around them in search of… well, he didn’t know. He guessed he was looking for any indication of where they were, but all he could see was the trees.

A puff of air rustled his hair, George twitching a bit in response. He could feel his heart thumping powerfully in his chest as he finally gave in and forced himself to meet the thing’s gaze again. It was just the same as he remembered it; haunting, lifeless, fixed to his every move… but there was something else in the way it looked at him now. George shifted uncomfortably as he glanced away. “What.. do you want..?” His voice barely reached over the sound of a whisper, but the thing seemed to hear him just fine because it stood back up and moved over, showing George what was hiding behind its massive body.

The edge of the woods. George gasped as he daringly took a few steps forward to see better. There, a few feet away was the road the boys took to get to the cabin resort. If he remembered correctly, this was right by..

His eyes snapped over to the right, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the convenience store just a little ways from their cabin.

Brown eyes widened as he noticed a car in the parking lot. Someone was in there, someone was working right over there. He was so close to somebody, so close to getting to a phone. If only the monster wasn’t right behind him. If it turned away, even for a moment, he could try to run and-

A yelp unwillingly escaped his lips as his view was suddenly shielded by the big black mass that was the thing’s clammy hand. He took a step back as it crashed to the ground in front of him and curled slightly. For a moment the Brit feared he was being picked up again, but the hand stopped its movements and just stayed situated where it was, cupping George in that place.

He whipped his head around as he felt the monster squat down so it could look more closely at him.

He looked up at the thing with confusion, a rush of worry also coming over him (he’s grown used to feeling worried around this thing now) at the close proximity. He felt claustrophobic, trapped by not only its hand but it’s ginormous face and body. He was also devoid of getting any light in this situation, it’s tar-black skin making him feel as if he were in the bottom of a dark cave.

But this time, instead of being met with the overbearing green eyes staring right at him when he looked up, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the giant was looking away from George. It was digging into a pocket from the fabric of its clothing, searching for something. George cocked a brow as he watched it slightly struggle to find whatever it was searching for. Finally it let out a triumphant grumble as it pinched something small between its fingers and brought it down towards George.

The Brit watched as two large fingers came right before him and placed something on the dirt ground by his feet. George looked down at the object, not knowing what to expect but not imagining it to be anything good. (He half expected a dead animal) But what he saw was about the last thing he was expecting to see. “Uhh.. Wha- why?” He fumbled over his words, trying to decide what to say but ultimately turned out speechless.

He glanced back up at the monster. It was looking at him now, but its usual hollow eyes were now looking at the human with expressive expectation. Like it was …excited?

George looked back down at the empty chocolate wrapper, frowning because he didn’t understand. He glanced back towards the thing’s face and shrugged. “I don’t understand what you want me to do..” George crossed his arms over his body as he shivered slightly. The monster truly gave off no body warmth at all.

George flinched when a finger came back towards him, or the purple wrapper to be specific. It pointed at it for a moment, and then pointed at him. When George didn’t follow, it removed the hand that was cupped around George’s body and looked towards the convenience store. George looked over there as well. There weren’t any new shoppers inside it appeared, and nothing else had changed. A grumble made him look back, and the thing was staring expectantly at him again.

It took a minute of thought, but eventually the Brit came to the conclusion that, “You.. want me to get you more?”

The monster blinked slowly and moved its face closer to George, a gesture the human didn’t appreciate as he took a step back. Nevertheless, it seemed like that was what the monster wanted him to do, so George took a daring step toward the convenience store, looking at the monster for approval. The last thing he wanted to do was misunderstand and anger it.

It seemed content enough, sitting back and looking at him as if to say Yes, please go.

So George did.

He took another step, and then another, and then he was full-sprinting away from the creature and towards the safety of the store.

This was his chance. He was free, he could run inside and explain to the clerk what happened to him and get him to call the police. They’d come and take him away, take him to the safety of his friends. Fuck, he’s never wanted to hug them more in his life. He never thought he’d miss seeing Sapnap’s stupid face and hearing Karl’s goofy laugh but he did. Fuck, he did so much. George began laughing breathlessly as he drew nearer and nearer, the door just in sight. It was there, it was right there. So close he could smell the stale hotdogs and sugary donuts.

But…

He reached the door and placed a hand on it. Why was he pausing? Why wasn’t he running inside, crying out to the clerk and spilling his tragic story? He should be begging him to call the police, to help, to get his friends to…

Tell the police that he was insane.. that some maniacal guy ran into his shop and starting screaming about a giant monster in the woods that kidnapped him.. that he was mental.. And what would George say? Go look in the woods behind the shop! And they might, and if they do they won’t find anything. The monster doesn’t show itself unless it wants to.

The handle to the door was ice cold under his sweaty palm, and he could almost see his breath as he panted with exhaustion.

Sure, he might see his friends again.. but what’ll they say? Surely right now they believe he caused the damage to the cabin. That he went crazy from isolation, thinking there was a monster watching him. Sapnap will never believe him, and Karl will take the boy’s side. And on the off chance they don’t decide to throw him the the mental hospital, and take him home… what would stop the monster from grabbing him again?

It could easily flip a car. Hell, it could pick it up if it so wanted. It’d be easy to rip off the hood and pry him out. Who knows what it’ll do to him then? Who knows what it’d do out of anger? Rip him apart? Torture him? He didn’t want to think about it.

And who knows if he’d get that far? If he takes too long in this shop, what would stop the thing from investigating? From seeing he’s trying to escape it and effectively stopping him by kidnapping him again? And if it did that it would take forever to get back in good spirits with it.. who knows if it’d ever put him down again?

George looked back toward the edge of the woods, and surely enough two bright green eyes stared back at him. It was waiting. It won’t wait for long.

Finally he opened the door, the sound of the bell ringing prompted a vaguely familiar voice to respond. “One second! Hold on I- FUCK HOLD ON!!” He heard something shatter, followed by a loud curse. George blinked a couple of times as he walked to the back of the shop to see a shattered bottle and the store clerk standing over it with disappointment. George cleared his throat and smirked at the man. “Need some help?”

“GEORGE?? Ayyee!! What are you doing here? I thought you little getaway wasn’t gonna be over until the end of the week? Where’s Sapnap and Karl?! HELLOO??” He called to the door as if the other two were standing by it. George just rubbed his hands awkwardly as he shook his head. “They uh, stayed behind. I just need to pick up some chocolate.”

They’d stopped here on their way to the resort, and became quick friends with the hyper store clerk, Alex. Bonding over mutual sleep deprivation was truly a great experience. They even promised the boy they’d stop by before they left.

“Chocolate? That’s in the second aisle, bro. I’d toootally like to chat but let me clean this up real quick!” He laughed as he skipped over to the back employee only room to fetch a broom.

As George walked to the candy aisle, a thought dawned on him. He didn’t have money on him. He didn’t carry cash, and his debit card was back in his bag. If he had his phone he maybe could’ve used Apple Pay but.. he obviously didn’t have that. He didn’t want to steal from Alex, he was such a nice guy. He didn’t deserve that but.. what other choice did he have?

He scanned over the variety of candies on the shelves in search of that specific chocolate with the purple wrapper. When he finally found the off-brand chocolate, he grabbed as much as his hands could carry and started for the door. A voice stopped him. “Alright, man! Now, c’mere and tell me all about the cabin!”

George turned slowly, guilt on his face as Alex waited for him behind the counter, fiddling with the buttons on the cash register as he grinned widely at him. He hesitated, flashing a glance at the door before walking over. “I would, Alex, and I will b-but Karl’s sick and he reeeaally wants this chocolate so I gotta..” His voice faltered, eyes dropping to the floor in guilt. At the same time, his pulse raced with fear. He didn’t have time to be awkwardly standing around. The monster was right outside, waiting for him, expecting him to come back any second. For his sake and Alex’s, he had to make this quick.

He was mentally preparing to sprint out of the door, before Alex spoke up. “Aw man, poor Karl. Actually, you know Sapnap left a twenty here the other night. Idiot didn’t even realize, HAHA! Anyways, that should cover your payment. Tell Karl to get better soon!”

George stared at him for a few moments longer than what was comfortable, but Alex just kept on smiling warmly at him, not affected by the awkwardness at all. “I..” He began, but he stopped himself. If he kept talking he’d spill his true thoughts, and he didn’t want the clerk to be in danger just because he wanted to help George out.. So he shut his mouth and nodded at him, sending a small smile as he headed for the door. But before he left, he turned back and allowed a simple sentence, a last try for help, escape his lips.

“Hey, uh.. You should call the check-in cabin and tell the lady to connect you to Sapnap and Karl. Tell them I stopped by and got the chocolate. I’m sure they’d love to know I’m o- .. they’d love to talk with you.”

And he left before Alex got the chance to reply, running back to the edge of the woods incase the clerk followed him through the door.

His lungs were not made for running like this. They had the capacity to scream at his computer screen and that was about it. He was heavily panting, wiping sweat from his forehead as he looked around for the familiar black mass he called his captor.

When the Brit couldn’t find the monster, he began to grow apprehensive. His heart was just beginning to pound with fear until the ground shook and George was knocked off of his feet and onto his back. A meek yelp caused his face to grow red with embarrassment as he looked up and saw the monster leaning over him, watching him with amusement. George’s lips tightened in an awkward line as he scrambled to stand up. For a brief second, he had the idea that the monster did that to prank him on purpose, but quickly brushed that idea away. There’s no way this thing understood emotion no less pranking, and therefore couldn’t be amused. It was probably just hungry, and happy to see the chocolate bars.

Speaking of which.

George sat the knock-off brand of chocolate on the ground and backed up a few paces, giving the thing room to eat. As soon as George placed the chocolate on the ground, the thing literally squealed and chirped in the highest pitch he’s ever heard it make. It scooted close and dove nose-first onto the pile of sweets, sniffing it enthusiastically.

There was just one thing, how was it going to go about eating them? It had no features on its face except its trademark eyes and nose you could only see when it turned to the side. Never once had George seen a mouth. Was it somewhere else on its body? Hidden under the fabric or maybe even on the other side of its head, under its hair?

Before his theories could develop further, they were quickly put to rest.

The thing suddenly extended its jaw, opening it in an unnaturally wide way, that it if it were a human it would 100% break. From its now open maw, he saw sharp, cloud-white teeth extend from within its gums. He felt like he got cut just from looking at them, the thought and sight alone enough to make his body spasm with anxious shivering. But the worst part, was when its tongue stuck out of it’s mouth to grab the small bars of chocolate and pull them into its mouth like a snake swallowing a mouse. It was long and narrow, and a deep pinkish color that reminded George of flesh. The thing didn’t even bother unwrapping the candy before chowing down, closing its unnatural jaw once more to chew.

When it finally finished indulging itself, it licked its lips clean and looked at George with wide, happy eyes. George himself was pretty sure he’d peed a little after that display, and was sitting in stunned silence, staring back at it dumbfoundedly.

The giant clicked at him a few times before shifting its position to crawl over to the meager human, causing him to shrink in on himself in fear. The thing was looking above him on its knees, either hand resting on their respective sides of George, making the human directly underneath it.

There was a few tense moments that passed before someone made the first move. No surprise it was the monster. It shifted its head closer to George and breathed out a puff of air onto his body. The human frowned, confused and troubled at its out-of-character actions. What was it doing? Was it smelling him? Was it displeased with the taste of the chocolate and was now searching for something more flavorful? The Brit gulped as he scanned its eyes for any emotion, any slight movement that would hint at its intentions.

And then, it’s jaw was unhinging again. George gasped as he whined at the sight, trying to scoot away from the monster but giving up when he noticed how close he was to its hand. “Pl-please no! I can get more! I..” He shrieked as he shielded his face with his hands, looking away in fright and just waiting for the feeling of that snake-like tongue coiling around him, to bring him into the cave of death resting just beyond its rock-sharp fangs.

When that sensation never happened, the Brit moved his hands and stared up at the monster’s face. His jaw was open in silent shock at what he was met with.

The monster’s face, just a few feet above him, had contorted to be flashing a wide mouth of fangs at him, though it’s mouth wasn’t open. He could only see its pearly white teeth, and weirdly crinkled eyes. It barely moved its eyes.. what was it doing? Why did it look so weird? Was it trying to scare him? And why did it look like such an uncanny…

Smile..?

Was it…trying to smile at him?

George’s chest rose in rapid succession, brows furrowed as he stared at the creature, not daring to move.

But it didn’t look like the creature was going to move either. It looked patient, like it was waiting on a specific reaction from George. The Brit had a thought cross his mind, but he hesitated. It was stupid but.. what else could he do?

In the most awkward way possible, in the slowest movements ever, George twisted his face to mimic the monsters smile. Though of course his was more natural and less.. nightmare fuel.

No matter how awkward it made George feel, it seemed to satisfy the monster. It made a high-pitched coo and clicked rapidly at him, it’s jaw opening now as its tongue flicked across George’s face. This caused the human to freeze up, his entire body tensing as the monster closed its mouth and sat up on its knees. George didn’t even get longer than a second to process a thought before the cold hands scooped under him and lifted the Brit up to its chest once more, and began walking off.

It didn’t eat him.

It smiled at him.

It…was being nice to him?

George stole a bold glance up at the monster as he was finally beginning to process the last couple of minutes. It didn’t look back down at him, but the rapid clicking and cooing noises it was making was more than enough to let George know it was indeed happy.

What’s happening? Is that all it wanted from George? For him to get it candy? But it seemed to be treating him so…friendly. Like it was trying to win over the human’s favor.

But it kidnapped him, stalked him like a cat to a mouse!

But did it understand that? Did it understand that it couldn’t just take people? If it could understand happiness then surely it could understand fear. It knew he was scared, but did it think it could calm him down? Make him relax? But why would it go through all that trouble?! Did it want a pet? Did it just want to experiment with a human?

Or maybe..

Did it want.. a friend?

…

omg part four coming soon 😎

#mcyt g/t #g/t community #quiet mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #g/t au #giant!dream #tiny!george #g/t author #g/t writing #g/t #sfw g/t #g/t story #horror elements #fear play

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So You Wanna See an Evolution Party? (V3)

The second they’d returned with Lady Lilligant, Akari had basically Extremespeed’d to the supply tent, leaving everyone else in the dust. Rei helped Arezu get her Noble to medbay, grumbling about Dewotts and priorities. Honestly, he didn’t see what the big deal was with this whole “evolution party” anyways.

Honestly, he’d rather rest up and heal. This whole thing was just… a lot to deal with. A whole lot to deal with. And being around the Dewott may only make things worse.

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Akari was zipping around the supply hall, going back-and-forth to try and gather the supplies needed for the party. It was astonishing one hadn’t been planned yet, but there was a crisis afoot. That and these weren’t their natural forms, but. That’s no reason to cheat someone out of one of the most important days of their life!

“So...what’s the plan for when we get this all fixed?” Eh? Fixed? Wott? “Honestly? Mainly getting rid of all these adaptations, and getting rationing reset.”

Hearing all this caused the Water-type to screech to a halt before she stumbled over another’s words. They weren’t seriously talking about...

“Heh, well. I’d kill to have arms again, if you ask me. Sucks that I have to ask for so much help.”

“Legends, that has to stink. I’m just glad I still have mine...” As the pair laughed and walked along, neither deigned to notice the slack-jawed Explorer. And, if she was of a clearer mind, she’d be thankful for that. But as it was, she had only one thing in her mind.

“Palkia, why didn’t I think of that...’

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Rei grunted, working his forelegarm a bit. One good thing about these changes, Potions were far more useful. And if Akari was anything to go by, this wasn’t that bad a fate - Jubilife was adapting enough before she showed up, but once the Dewott had shown that life as a Pokemon didn’t have to be uncivilized things picked up pace.

On his way out, he passed by a Sliggoo’s bed, where the Rock-type Noble helped remove some shards of stone from his Warden’s goopy body. A small chuckle escaped the Raichu’s lips - another training accident, no doubt. The pair had been sparring a fair bit after both had gotten back to health, and he’d heard even Sabi was joining in. It made sense - while Sliggoo were blind, Goodra could see. Best to get that back sooner than later, even if they don’t know how long they’ll... be like this...

Eyes slowly went wide as implications went thru his head. Sweet Groudon, was that why?

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*thump*

“OOF! Sorry about that Rei...”

“I-it’s alright, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The duo slowly stood up, avoiding eye contact with the other.

Dust drifted upwards as paws shuffled. “So, umm... W-we don’t have to do the party.”

“I’m not sure where we cou-wait, what?” Embarrassment forgotten, the Electric-type’s eyes darted to look at the Mareepish Dewott.

“Y-yeah, I...I kinda was getting all into it, and forgot you guys. May not be staying this way.”

“I...umm. I actually realized that...”

“Wait, what?”

A small nod from the ‘chu. “Yeah, I...I know we want to go back to being human, but we don’t know how we’d do it... or when. So I guess indulging in something like an evolution party might not be that bad, especially if we...you know.”

“O-oh... I see.” Silence reigned over the pair, a small wind stirring up the dust and grass. “So, umm...”

huff...puff...

The sounds of exhaustion caused two pairs of ears to twitch, their owners turning over and down to look at the source: A small Growlithe, drenched and out of breath.

Both Surveyors immediately panicked, Akari reaching down to hold the poor thing. “What happened? Is everything ok? Why are you so wet?”

“A-Akari...that’s the young Lord.”

“Wott?” She turned to face her partner (...huh, guess he was!), eyes catching his fear-widened ones.

“He’s not yet taken the Trial yet, but he should be next in line... and Palina watches him like a Staraptor. For him to be here on his own - “

“Something would have to be very wrong...” A shudder overtook the Dewott as she looked back at the shaking canine.

Tears quivered under his bangs as that ruddy muzzle worked, trying to form words - and eventually managing to get something out. “P-please...help...h-help Momma...”

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The two Explorers/Rescuers promptly rushed the runaway heir to the medical tent, where all attention was diverted to getting the dry and fed. Well, that and planning how to handle the Coastlands, since they had rocketed to the top of the “must-do” list.

(One does not just ignore a Noble’s request, alright?

Well, within reason.)

“What do you mean I can’t go?”

“You’re a Noble - well, Noble-to-be. You need to stay here with the others - we can’t risk you getting Frenzied.”

“But...”

“No ‘Buts’. Every other Noble we’ve met has been Frenzied, and we have no reason to believe you won’t be. Stay here.” And with that Rei walked off towards the Hall’s exit, Akari looking back worriedly before following.

The young Fire/Rock-type whined, head lowered. This wasn’t fair! Mommy and Other Daddy were stuck out there, and he couldn’t help! Yes, he was able to get them some help, but that was beside the point! He could actually help this time, so why wouldn’t they let him?!

He needed to find a way out to join up with them. Somehow.

...time to make use of all those times he’d snuck off to snag a treat early.

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon mystery dungeon #pla #pmd #PLA:MD #pokemon legends arceus: mysterious destiny #version 3 #and hopefully final #(barring the Grammarly run ofc)

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Can you please do mha stuff

Class 1-A

Marinette: The Seamstress Hero, Cross Stitch -Able to control any sort of thread on any article of clothing, she's someone you'll want on your team -She can make an opponent trip, suspend them in mid-air, or even go so far as to choke them -Quirk is best suited for Defense

Adrien: The Distraction Hero, Spotlight -Adrien is able to produce an aura that makes it hard for people to look away from him, so he can lead opponents outside and away from big crowds -But, this only affects who he wants to look at him -Overtime, he's learned that he can make himself and any opponents invisible to others -Quirk is best suited for Social Heroism

Alya: The Know-it-All Hero, Miss Gossip -Alya can tell you everything there is to know about a person simply by making eye contact for five seconds, and the info appears in her head, or it can be projected for others to see when she wears a purple visor that's part of her support gear -She keeps all sorts of data in the phone with unlimited-date in her support belt because after five minutes, the hologram disappears -Her only drawback is dry-eye -Quirk is best suited for any Off-Field position

Nino: The DJ Hero, Remix -Nino has speakers embedded into his hands, allowing him to send out powerful sound waves that can break through stone when he's thinking of or listening to a song -His support gear includes a pair of wireless headphones with an SD card of his favorite songs saved on it for him to use at any time -This quirk requires good aim so he doesn't accidentally hit a civilian -Quirk is best suited for Offense

Nathaniel: The Artistic Hero, Illustrator -Nathaniel has the ability to draw whatever he can think of to life -All he needs is any sort of drawing material, but his support gear includes a drawing tablet and pen where he can save his past drawings and use them again later -The more detail he puts into a drawing, the more powerful it is and the less likely it is to break easily -His quirk has no effect when he's drawing for fun because he needs to tap into it in order for it to be activated -His only limit is his imagination -His quirk is Generalist

Alix: The Quick Hero, Jackrabbit -Alix is one of the fastest runners alive -By absorbing energy from those around her, she can build up more speed and run far distances without breaking a sweat -Her quirk is best suited for Defense

Kim: The Underwater Hero, Triton -Kim has the ability to breath underwater and communicate with fish -Whenever he's in a body of water, he grows a set of gills and his hands and feet become webbed -The only drawback is that he lost is appetite for seafood -Quirk is best suited for Recon and/or Support

Max: The Tech Hero, Ro-Boss -Max's quirk allows him to control any electrical appliance and turn it into a unique-looking robot who obeys his orders -If he focuses hard enough, he can create a mech-suit -The only drawback is headaches and he can't get wet while creating robots -Quirk is best-suited for Defense and/or Support

Ivan: The Unbreakable Hero, Mineral -His quirk allows him to turn his entire body into any stone of his choosing, from gravel to obsidian -It depends on the amount of energy he has, so there are energy bars in his support belt -His stone body acts as armor, so his real body won't sustain any damage -Ivan's quirk is best suited for Defense

Myléne: The Fear Hero, Horrifica -Myléne's quirk can turn her into a person's worst fear. And she knows what that person's fear is by making eye contact for three minutes -Once she knows your fear, she can turn into it again in the future -This quirk is best suited for Social and/or Offense

Juleka: The Redundant Hero, Replica -Juleka can create multiple copies of herself who all follow her directions -However, they only last about ten minutes and disappear soon after in a puff of pink smoke -Her only drawback is exhaustion from creating so many doubles of herself -Her quirk is best suited for Rescue

Rose: The Hypnosis Hero: Allure -Rose can emit a cloud of perfume that, when inhaled, can put a person under her control and make them say or do anything she wants them to -However, they need to be able to do whatever she wants them to do -So, if Rose were to have them do a backflip, they need to know how to do a backflip, otherwise they'll just keep flopping on the floor until they get it right or the perfume wears off -Her only drawback is that the perfume gives her skin a green tint -Rose's quirk is best suited for Social heroism

Sabrina: The Deep Dive Hero, Empath -Sabrina's quirk allows her to do a deep-dive into someone's subconscious and learn everything there is to know about that person so she can use the information later by looking through and experiencing their memories -She can also feel exactly what that person was feeling depending on the memory she's experiencing, so it takes a toll on her mental health from time to time -Her quirk is best suited for any Off Field position

Chloé: The Bossy Hero, Generalette -Her commanding voice allows her to put people around her under control and have them fight for her -Her quirk is call and response, so as long as someone responds to her, she can make them do whatever she wants them to -The only drawback is loss of her voice after too much usage -Quirk is best suited for Defense

Class 1-B

Aurore: The Weather Hero, Forecast -Her Quirk is tied to her emotions, but over time, she's learned to have better control -Able to control the weather at will, Aurore is a force to be reckoned with -Her quirk was discovered at the age of four when she dropped her ice cream and almost caused a flood -The only drawback is catching a cold when she causes it to rain -Quirk is best-suited for Rescue

Mireille: The Invisible Hero, Prism -Mireille is able to bend light around herself at will and become invisible -She can do this with organic and inorganic objects as well -Quirk was discovered at age 5 when her mom lost her in the mall. Turns out, she was walking next to her the whole time -No drawbacks have been discovered yet -Quirk is best-suited for Recon

Marc: The Scribe Hero, Rewrite -Marc can alter reality simply by writing what he would like to happen -This doesn't affect his writing for stories or school work, he just needs to tap into his Quirk when he actually wants to use it -His only limit is his imagination and if he has a paper and pen on him. Also, if he wants a person to do something, he needs to know their full name -Quirk is best-suited for Support or Social Heroism

Denise: The Strong Hero, Surface Breaker -Born with incredible strength to rival even All Might's -They can life over five hundred tons without breaking a sweat -Their skin is also incredible durable that not even a cannonball will leave a mark on them. It'll break the second it touches the surface of their skin -The only drawback is muscle cramps, so they need to drink a lot of water -Quirk was discovered at age 3 when a villain tried to kidnap Denise and ended up being embedded in the road -Quirk is best suited for Defense and/or Rescue Heroism

Simon: The Electric Hero, Techno Lord -Simon has elektrokinesis and the power of seven Tokyos combined from absorbing the energy from phones and computers -While this quirk is powerful, the only drawback is that he needs to release that energy so he doesn't suffer from a burnout -You'll know they're absorbing energy when lights begin to flicker on and off -A human taser, able to send waves of electricity to stun an opponent for a period of time based on how much electricity they send out -Quirk is best suited for Defense Heroism

Jean: The Broadway Hero, Drama Queen -This guy is a walking stage, able to pull people around him into a show-stopping musical number complete with music, costumes, and choreography that he has planned out all in his head from watching musical bootlegs -All of this is done by him singing a Broadway song that would be best suited for the battle, and it has this almost hypnotic effect -This allows him to apprehend his opponent without fighting (Unless there's a fight scene in the song) or causing any sort of damage -Once the song ends, everything goes back to normal, and Jean has apprehended his opponent -Their quirk is a little too Generalist to be labeled as On or Off field, but they are close to Defense

Reshma: The Diamond Hero, Gem Knight -Reshma is able to turn her arms into swords made out of diamonds -The diamonds are nearly-unbreakable, only able to be broken by Reshma or Denise -Reshma has been experimenting with different swords to turn her arms into, and even discovered that she could create a shield from her forearm, and produce diamond armor -Quirk is best suited for Defense

Ismael: The Teleporting Hero, Over There -Ismael can teleport to any part of the world as long as he knows what the particular area he's trying to teleport to looks like -This requires a good memory, but he can also use photos in case he hasn't been to certain places -Quirk is best suited for Recon and/or Rescue

Cosette: The Shapeshifting Hero, Unique -Cosette can shapeshift their entire or parts of their body, making them look like a completely different person or even an inorganic object -The only drawback is that full-on shapeshifting leaves them exhausted, so they require a lot of rest after taking on a number of forms -If she is only shifting parts of her body, then a ten minute rest is only needed -Quirk is best suited for Recon

Lacey: The Climbing Hero, Mountaineer -Lacey can climb or walk on any surface no matter how wet, slippery, or sticky thanks to a mutation in her hands and feet that allows her to adapt to any surface she climbs on -Wearing gloves or shoes hinders quirk usage, so gloves and shoes made from the skin cells on her hands and feet will allow her to be able to climb surfaces without the worry of stepping on a nail or pricking her finger -She isn't weighed down by anything she's carrying until she's back on the ground -Quirk is best suited for Rescue

Zoé: The Borrowing Hero, Quirk Master -Zoé's Quirk allows her to steal borrow quirks from people and then hand them back after she's done with them -She needs five-finger contact with the person whose quirk she's borrowing, and an understanding of how the quirk works -Her support gear includes a small tablet which allows her to scan a person and figure out their quirk so she can use it properly -Drawbacks are the same as the person whose quirk she's using -Quirk is Generalist

#Akuma class #miraculous ladybug #mlb au #miraculous #bnha au #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #quirks #science kids

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