#rooftop tents on all the things
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omg i think a geto x gojo x reader would be fun to see but more as an au LOL where geto doesn’t leave bc 💔💔 like headcanons of high school geto x gojo x reader and then them together during family formations era
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘙𝘕 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘜 (𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 2 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴) 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰-𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰-𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 <3
𝘊𝘞: 𝘱𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰-𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, mdni i stg
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣?
I feel like you and Gojo still get together first, such undeniable love and attraction just drags you two together no matter what reality.
However, you start to realise you’re in love with Geto - I don’t think Gojo realises for a while that he is completely head over heels for his best friend, but you can see it clear as day. You see how Geto looks at him too, but you’re completely clueless as to how to approach the topic with anyone. You love both the boys, and Gojo loves you both too.
Eventually, one late night on a sky rise building rooftop, just you and Gojo, you tell him you know about his feelings for Geto. He just smiles and sees he knows too, saying you’re not as good at hiding as you think.
You ask him would he rather be with him, to which he responds that he feels like you’re a piece of him - one he couldn’t live without. If Geto was his twin flame, then you were his soulmate. A surprising moment of maturity from the six eyes. The vulnerability between you both leads to you both moaning and wrapped in each others bodies under the stars, professing your love for each other as the sheer level of trust and openness in your relationship only strengthens it.
Shoko is in hell. The mental fatigue of watching this absolute triangle of feelings is what drives her to smoking.
Eventually, it’s a late night, Shoko is away having a ‘friendly sleepover’ with Utahime so it’s just you and the boys in Gojo’s dorm room, it’s third year now so you’re all talking about where you could live after you graduate.
Gojo suggests getting an apartment together, the three of you, since Shoko wants to travel for a year.
Geto says he doesn’t want to play third wheel 24/7, you joke that you play third wheel to them more often - then Gojo just smiles, wide and confident as ever.
“What if nobody third wheeled?” He smirks.
Your jaw dropped open, you’d both talked about how you’d love to have Geto in the relationship too but you didn’t know how to go about that - or if he would be interested. Luckily, Shoko had drunkenly let slip to Gojo as he gave her a piggyback home one night that Geto had confessed he loved you both the last time they shared a joint in his dorm.
You gape at his confidence, born through his status as heir to one of the three big clans and the most powerful sorcerer alive. He knows himself, and his worth.
“Stop bullshitting, Satoru.” Suguru huffs a laugh.
Your boyfriend glances at you - silently searching your face for apprehension. You just smile and nod at him.
“He’s not, Suguru.” You smile at him, hand clasping Satoru’s.
“Only thing better than 2 is 3.” Satoru shrugs.
Suguru just searches your faces for a second, eyes narrowed as if searching for traces of the usual mischief you both get up to.
When he finds none, he runs a hand through his hair.
“You - both of you?”
“Both of us, you’re quite the heartthrob.” Satoru smirks.
“It’s not just physical, Suguru - I - we, we love you.” You tentatively reach out your other hand that’s not entwined with Satoru’s and touch Suguru’s cheek, cradling his sharp jaw in your hand.
He tenses for a second, eyes darting between you both.
“Fuck.” Is the only thing that escapes his mouth before he crashes his lips against yours, messily and hungrily as his other hand grasps the back of Satoru’s hair to tug him in to you both.
Geto tastes like coffee, coffee and something spicier - it’s like a dichotomy because Satoru always taste of sweetness and mint and you realise they’re truly Sugar and Spice.
Suguru’s lips are more rough than Satoru’s, an all consuming, devouring feeling - as if he would eat you whole if you let him. He moans when you slide your hand into his hair as you use the other one to steady yourself on Satoru’s thigh. Nibbling at Suguru’s lower lip, his hand on your waist tightens before he lets go and pulls Gojo toward him, meeting his lips in an equally ferocious way. Watching your boyfriend of almost 2 years and the other man you’re in love with passionate make out sends a jolt though your spine right down to your belly, you wonder if this was how Satoru felt watching you.
Satoru’s hands lay possessive on Geto’s jawline as he lets out a groan when Geto slightly tugs his hair to the side for easier access. You can see the beginnings of two tents in each of the boys trousers - and you smirk. While they’re busy up there… maybe you could get busy down here…
You push in between them, not breaking the kiss and sit on Satoru’s lap, beginning to alternate leaving soft pecks and hot open mouthed kisses on both the boy’s necks and the each reach a hand to grab onto your waist. The taste of each of their skin lingers in your mouth and you let out a soft whine as Satoru’s free hand snakes around your waist and he separates from Geto.
“Princess, we’ve had plenty of time to have fun together - haven’t we? How about you be a good girl now and show your new boyfriend how good you make me feel, hm?” He says, with a languid smirk - cocky as ever, but oh so dominant that you just eagerly nod and look to Suguru who just smirks back and pats his lap.
“You too, Satoru. No slacking’ off, c’mere pretty boy.” Suguru drawls.
You place yourself on your knees and bend down at the waist at Satoru resumes kissing Suguru above you, Suguru’s hands are on Satoru’s hips, whose right hand is playing with your hair as your trail kisses on Suguru’s clothed thighs. You tug at his shirt, and Satoru’s too - a signal for them to remove it and you whimper at the sight. Both toned, abs for days - equally solid and broad - more scars and a large chest tattoo of a beautiful dragon adoring Suguru. You can’t believe you’re here - watching them sloppily devour each other while you’re on your knees.
“Ah-ah, babydoll - hardly fair for just us to strip is it?” Suguru says, his first command to you has you squirming.
You can already tell that when it comes to sex, you’re at the bottom of the pecking order here.
“I was just enjoying the view, ‘Guru.” You smile innocently, batting your lashes.
“Manners, princess.” Satoru warns.
You lift your soft sweater up over your shoulders and you’re very glad you decided on the cute lilac lace bra today because both men are audibly impressed.
“What a fuckin’ view. Should have done this so much sooner.” Suguru growls.
Soon enough, you’re tugging Suguru’s boxers down his thighs and a girthy, drool inducing cock sitting around 7.5 inches slaps against his stomach, a soft sweat emanating from the white haired man above you as you consider that you really have the best of both worlds. Satoru is longer, 9 inches and painfully pretty with a delicious curve and girth enough to feel the stretch but Suguru - you know your hand won’t fit around that. Kitten licking at the top, you enjoy the view of Suguru sucking marks into Satoru’s pale skin as he palms the groaning boy through his CK boxers.
The rest of the night passes in the three of you basking in the feeling and heat of newly professed love and exploring your bodies - Suguru occasionally sitting to watch Satoru fuck you so he can figure out what you both like, and then proceeding to experiment with you both.
You’re glad Shoko isn’t there, because the building probably rattled with the force of an earthquake through the night.
The next morning, you woke up entangled with the boys and giggled, heart so full.
You three went out for waffles, then talked about how this would work. You worried about what the Gojo Clan would say - Satoru said he didn’t give a flying fuck. Suguru huffed a laugh at the fact that the three strongest sorcerers alive were now together, which made you laugh at how much the higher ups are going to fucking hate it.
Suguru told you both he loved you both too in the early hours of the morning, even though you told him there was no pressure. Satoru then called him his boyfriend and you his girlfriend seconds later to which you poked him in the chest saying “Jesus, ‘toru! We gotta ask him out! We can’t just assume.”
“Princess - did I ever ask you out? No - I saw what I wanted and took it. So I’m just doing the same.”
When Shoko came home the next day, she just walked in on you kissing Suguru and holding hands with Satoru as you watched a movie and all she said was.
“Thank fuck, I couldn’t put up with that any longer. Don’t fuck on the sofa.” Before she gave a hint of a smile and waltzed to the morgue.
Nanami didn’t really give a damn.
The higher ups were disgusted, less so you think with you three all dating each other and more with the fact that you’re individual power could each wipe them off the face of the earth, two of you dating and being friends with another was bad enough - but all of you? With the elements of love mixed in? Lethal. You three loved it.
It became easy for you and Satoru to help with the slumps in Suguru’s mental health, being closer to him and having more vulnerability gave you the access you needed to be his rock.
Dynamics eventually emerged, you were the boss of the boys, no question - but in the bedroom - it swapped. Suguru was a hard ass dom, less teasing that the also dominant Satoru and more brutal and primal. It took time to find rhythms, how things would work - for example a big issue was the bed.
They were both so god damn tall and broad, sharing with Satoru had been bad enough but now? With Geto Suguru there too? You had no chance of A) blanket or B) breathing. So you marched them both to the furniture store and insisted on a California King Bed. They agreed, though Satoru didn’t like the idea of being further from you both.
The year finished, and you three bought (Satoru bought) a penthouse apartment not far from the school. You’d been offered a teaching position, Satoru too - Suguru wanted to stay in the field a while longer but eventually would come to teach too. You all agreed education was the best way to reshape society in the way you all envisioned it.
That’s when the letter came.
Ijichi had found them - the kids.
The Fushiguro Kids.
You and Suguru didn’t know about this - until Satoru showed up at the door of the apartment with two children.
So.
Guess you’re parents now?
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Red Light - Stray Kids
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smitten: jungkook's date is tonight but y/n's more stressed about it than he is
➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader
➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! so much pining!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!! yoongi should really mind his own business!!
➺ wordcount; 6.5k
➺ summary; jungkook's dream date with ji-eun is tonight and y/n's going to do everything in her power to make sure everything goes perfectly.
➺ what to expect; "we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
➺ currently spinning on the record player; i wish [one direction]
➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]
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“pepperoni to garlic knot- pepperoni to garlic knot- come in- are you there?"
the sound of the walkie talkie crackling to life makes you perk up and you reach behind to pull it out from your back pocket, pressing down on the side button with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth
“garlic knot to pepperoni- i'm here." you bite back a grin at the silly nicknames jungkook insisted on using before speaking up again, "the last of the fairy lights have been strung up, by the way! over."
“oh, sick!" jungkook gasps lightly, "okay, i need you to come down and help me because i've been trying to tie this tie for the last, like, half an hour and at this point i’m just going to have to wave a white flag and surrender. over.”
"roger that. i'm coming down." you tuck the walkie talkie into your pocket again before letting out a sigh and looking around the rooftop setup with your hands on your hips
you must admit it looks really good (as it should, because you've literally been setting everything up since this morning and it's about 5:30pm now)
the bubble tent's been blown up and you made it all comfy and cozy inside with fluffed up pillows and soft throw blankets
you strung the fairy lights up on the clotheslines and you made sure to use fresh batteries for them so that they'll last all night
and the little round table that jungkook and ji-eun will be eating dinner at was a little wobbly but that problem was easily fixed with some blu-tak
the happy smile on your face twitches slightly when the realization that you spent the entire day setting up a date that you're not even a part of hits you
"…oh, you silly girl.” you can't help but snort as you shake your head and turn around to head towards the rooftop door so you can go to jungkook’s apartment, "you silly, silly girl-"
all of this time
all of this effort
all of this everything for a boy you like who you know for sure doesn't like you back because if he liked you back he wouldn’t have asked someone else out
what exactly do you think the end result is here?
what exactly do you think you're gaining out of this?
literally nothing!!!!
so why are you doing all of this??
"because i'm a big ol' simp with no backbone, apparently-" you mutter under your breath as you open the door to jungkook's apartment, forcing the frown off your face and replacing it with an easygoing smile
you may be a simp with no backbone but…
well, no
that’s it. there’s nothing else to say.
"y/n? that you?"
"yeah! sorry, probably should’ve knocked or something- also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but i did a fantastic job with the decorations! i could be a party planner or something if this whole school thing doesn’t work out-” you kick the door shut behind you before looking around for jungkook, "where are you?"
"gimme a sec! i'm, like- i'm almost done, just wait-"
you plop down on the couch and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling before letting out another quiet sigh
this is why you need to be constantly busy doing things, because if you get even a moment of peace, you start to think and think and think and you hate being alone with your thoughts because your brain starts to mock you and berate you and say things like hey, y/n? you have a paper due at midnight tonight that you're only halfway done with but instead you're prioritizing being a wingwoman to a boy who's head over heels in love with someone else-
"okay, hi!" you jolt in surprise at the sound of jungkook's voice from behind you and you're about to turn around when suddenly he speaks up again, "hold on! close your eyes until i tell you to open them."
"what? why?" you frown as you settle back against the couch again and shut your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “i already know what you’re going to wear, i’m the one that picked the outfit for you anyway-”
"i know, but surprises are fun-" you hear the shuffling of material and you resist the urge to turn around immediately as your impatience grows, "okay, i think that looks fine. turn around!"
"i really don't know why you had to prepare me to see you in-" you twist your upper half around so you can finally look at jungkook and almost immediately you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight
the crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of slacks are a stark contrast to the outfits you're so used to seeing jungkook in because most of the time he's drowning in a sweatshirt that's ten sizes too big for him and some slouchy cargo pants and a pair of chunky black stompers
but this? this is…
oh, wow.
"so?" jungkook's being uncharacteristically shy with you as he averts his gaze and reaches down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, "how… do i look?"
"-handsome." you blurt out, shaking yourself out of your slight daze as you get up from the couch so you can go over to him, "you look- you look very handsome, jungkook. you- yeah, you look very handsome.” you press your lips together, unsure if you should say anything else because you’re not sure where the line is between being a supportive friend or just ogling your friend like he’s a piece of meat
it's when you find yourself looking down at your own outfit (jeans and a t-shirt and socks with a hole on the right heel) that the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the reality of the situation: that he's looking very handsome not for you, but for ji-eun, and in this moment you wish there was a way to just shut your brain off to cease all cruel thoughts
jungkook looks very nice. just focus on one thing at a time.
“oh my god-“ jungkook's nose immediately scrunches up before he lets out a little laugh, "you're totally hitting on me right now, you weirdo- you look very handsome, jungkook-” he mocks you in a higher voice and you can’t help but feel a little dejected that this is how he reacts to a genuine compliment from you
if anything, it’s more confirmation you didn’t need that jungkook most definitely doesn’t feel the same way about you
"well, i-" you stop yourself from walking any closer to him as you feel your entire face flush bright red, "i- well, i’m trying to be supportive here… you look nice, i’m not gonna be an asshole and say you look bad for this date-” you force out a nervous laugh as you reach up to rub the back of your neck, "whatever, you look fine-"
“thank you, i just- i’m not used to compliments but anyway-” jungkook interrupts you (thankfully, otherwise you definitely would’ve continued to babble and babble and babble) to hold up a black tie, "you need to help me with this."
"you know, i… i actually don't think you need the tie?" you tilt your head a little as you look over jungkook's outfit, "i think you'll look better without it on, and a tie seems a little too formal for the date- can i-" you shuffle forwards slightly before undoing a couple of buttons on jungkook's shirt and spreading the collar open a little, jungkook raising his head a bit so you can work your magic
"you really think this looks better?” he asks quietly, and your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before you quickly look back down at your fumbling fingers
"yea,” you respond, pressing your lips together as you smooth out the collar before taking the tie from his hand, tossing it over your shoulder and stepping back to look at your work, "yeah. that's much better. okay, put the suit jacket on, lemme see the whole look-"
"dude, i've been, like- so nervous all day." jungkook lets out a breath as he pulls the suit jacket up off the back of the couch, "like- okay, obviously ji-eun and i get along really well in real life, but this is the first time we'll be in, like, a romantic setting, you know? like romantic on purpose.“
"it'll be fine. i mean, you already got through the hardest bit which was asking her out-" you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch and cross an ankle over the other, "and she said yes, so… obviously you're doing something right. you’re gonna be fine, you just have first date jitters! everyone gets the first date jitters.”
"i know, but-" he smooths the sleeves of the suit jacket out before looking back over at you, "ah, i don't know. i just feel like i'm gonna screw up somehow, you know?"
"you won’t,” you shake your head before offering him a smile, "just be yourself! don't put too much pressure on, like- on acting like how you think she wants you to act, you know what i mean? just be yourself. she likes you, jungkook. you're a total catch, so-" you cut yourself off before you wander into the ‘you’re a total catch which is actually the reason why i’m in love with you' portion of your pep-talk as you get up off the couch, "yeah! just- just relax. everything's going to go perfectly tonight. and like i was saying when i first walked in here, not to toot my own horn or anything but the rooftop looks immaculate.”
“i’m sure it does! i can’t wait to see it-“ jungkook pauses all of a sudden, his eyes widening in realization, "oh, shit!"
you don't even get the chance to ask him what's wrong before he starts to spiral and you blink rapidly at the sudden change in behaviour
"oh my god.” jungkook slaps his hand against his forehead, “i- fuck, i forgot to pick up the flowers and the- oh my god, i knew i forgot to do something today!" he gawks, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, "shit! shit, shit- damnit, i was gonna pick them up this morning and then i went to the gym and i forgot-"
“i-" you’re slightly startled at how stressed he is over some flowers and you can’t help but chuckle, “there’s even a little sticky note on the fridge to remind you-”
"i know!” jungkook whines, “i know, i don't know, i guess it just slipped my mind because i've literally been thinking about this date all week-“ he sucks some air in through his teeth before shaking his head, “okay, i guess i can just head over there right now and then come back-”
"woah, woah-" you skid over and press a hand to jungkook's chest to keep him from bolting out the door, “what are you talking about? you can't leave now! it's- it's 5:45- and not to mention, it's literally rush hour so the highways are probably all clogged up right now and- ji-eun's going to be here in half an hour so you'll never make it back in time and your suit's going to get all wrinkled because you'll be all cramped up on the bus-"
"y/n, the flowers and the teddy bear are two essential parts of the date,” jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, clearly desperate to leave the apartment, “i’m not gonna have anything to give her when she arrives, she can’t show up only for me to be empty handed-”
"hey, relax!” you snap, softening your tone when jungkook’s shoulders droop slightly, “listen, you are not going to leave the apartment because ji-eun is coming and i’m sure she’ll be disappointed if she finds me on the rooftop instead of you. this is what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and wait for ji-eun, i’m going to go and pick up the flowers and the teddy bear, and then you can give them to her after the date. it’s going to be fine, you are literally being so dramatic right now-”
"but-"
"look, i'm sure ji-eun isn't going to throw a tantrum if you don't present her with a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the date- if she did, that’d be kind of odd but that’s not the point- the point is, it'll be fine. you go on your date, i’ll pick them up."
"yeah, but-!"
"kook, i've got it, alright?" you back away from him slowly but you keep your arm extended to make sure he doesn't move, "i'll take care of everything, you know i can handle it- just- i'm gonna go now and then- i'll leave behind the rooftop door as soon as i get them, okay? and i'll text you so that you'll know they're there-"
"y/n…" jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously, guilt swirling around in his eyes, "you've already done so much for me, i can't ask you to-"
"we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
“are you sure? i feel bad, i feel like you did so much and-”
“i’m sure, jungkook-" you interrupt him again before turning to grab your jacket off coat rack, “the only thing you have to think about tonight is how you’re going to charm ji-eun — and to be honest, you don’t even need to think about it because all you have to do is be yourself! now sit down and try to relax. and try not to wrinkle your shirt, i spent way too long ironing it earlier."
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your nose crinkles slightly as you look up at the sky, your brows knitting together in concern at the light grey clouds hanging in the air
the forecast did say it would be cloudy today (and it has been cool and cloudy all day) but you’re hoping it doesn’t rain because if it rains that’ll completely ruin the date and jungkook will probably be electrocuted by the fairy lights if he touched them
of course, jungkook and ji-eun can take cover in that bubble tent if it starts to rain, but hopefully it doesn’t… (why are you so hellbent on making sure this date is going to go smoothly?! you might as well plan their wedding for them as well at this rate.)
you perk up when you see the bus you’re supposed to take rounding the corner and you fumble in your purse for your bus card, stepping up to the stop eagerly
your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out once you plop yourself down in a seat in the back
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — Holy shit I’m acc so nervous
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — What if this goes horribly
you can’t help but roll your eyes at how panicky jungkook is being because he really has no reason to be nervous
all he had to do was dress himself and make himself presentable because you were the one who did all the hard work of setting up (to be fair, you insisted on setting up alone because you like things done a certain way and jungkook seemed too jittery to focus)
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you’re literally going to be fine
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — it’s going to be fine
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you already know she likes you
to: jungkook (5:59pm)— just think of this as another one of your hangouts but you guys are dressed more fancy and you’re on a rooftop for some reason LOL
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Okay
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — She says she’s almost here
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Do you think I should’ve picked her up instead of her meeting me here
to: jungkook (5:59pm) — …you rented out a rooftop for her i think she’ll survive
you pause, setting your phone face down on your lap before letting out a yawn and leaning your head against the window
you got up far too early this morning and the gentle rumbling of the bus down the highway is very soothing
google maps said the journey to your stop was about 38 minutes which means you have approximately 35 minutes to take a quick nap and the remaining 3 minutes to wake yourself up so you won’t be too groggy after hopping off the bus
you’ve worked hard today, so you deserve a little snooze!
your right eye peels open when your phone buzzes again
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Omg she’s here early
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Okay
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Wish me luck and also thank you for everything you are the best
a smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and you can’t help but think to yourself that yes, i am kind of the best, aren’t i?
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — yes yes
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — good luck!
to: jungkook (6:04pm)— :-)
another yawn slips past your lips and you tuck your phone into your purse before leaning your head against the window again and shutting your eyes
an additional benefit to getting some sleep on the bus is so that your brain won’t start to flood with reminders that jungkook doesn’t like you like that and that you are currently sitting on a bus going to get flowers for him to give to another girl-
okay, that’s enough of that, your teeth grit together slightly and you clear your throat, crossing one leg over the other as you get settled into the stiff, itchy seats, a quick power nap and then the overthinking can begin again.
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“excuse me-”
your eyes open immediately at the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder and you sit up straight, clutching your purse tighter to your body as you look up to see the bus driver smiling down at you in mild concern
“morning!” he jokes, raising an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and nodding towards the opened doors, “end of the line, miss. gonna have to ask you hop off.”
what?
in your half-asleep state you can’t help but wonder what you’re doing on a bus and where you were meant to be going in the first place… is the date over? are you heading home?
“end of the-“ your heart plummets to your stomach at the realization that you took more than just a little snooze because you are, in fact, at the end of the line when you were supposed to be at the flower shop and heading back to jungkook’s apartment now, “wait, end of the line?!”
“i’m guessing you missed your stop? happens a lot when people fall asleep on the bus.”
“i- yes-“ you pull your phone out to check the time (and your heart nearly stops beating when you see that it’s 7:13), “i was supposed to get off at crown street, how far are we from crown street?”
“not too far-“ the bus driver hums, “about fifteen-“
“minutes?” you get up from the seat, starting to make your way towards the door but still looking at the driver
“blocks.” he sucks some air in through his teeth, “fifteen blocks away. if you walk from here, it’ll probably take you about… twenty-ish minutes or so to get to the crown street stop-”
“twenty-ish minutes, twenty minutes is nothing, i can make it in ten if i sprint-“ you mutter to yourself, pulling your purse up over your shoulder and turning to smile at the bus driver before hopping off, “thank you, sir, enjoy the rest of your night-!”
it’s only a second later that you find yourself sprinting down the sidewalk, your runners smacking loudly against the concrete as you keep your purse tucked tightly underneath your armpit
unbelievable! something just had to go wrong tonight, didn’t it?
and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s drizzling right now — you don’t even have an umbrella with you!
“so stupid, shouldn’t have fallen asleep-“ you look up briefly when you hear a rumble of thunder, stopping at the crosswalk and slapping the button multiple times as if it’s going to make the walk sign appear faster, “c’mon, c’mon…”
you jolt when a flash of lightning lights up the sky before suddenly-
“oh, come ON!” rain suddenly starts to pour down from the sky and you resist the urge to just fall to the ground and completely give up because it seems like the universe is actively trying to tell you that what you’re doing is clownish behaviour and you need to stand up
of course, because one of your more prominent traits is your innate stubbornness, you pull your purse off your shoulder and raise it above your head as if it’s going to stop you from getting completely soaked
rainwater starts to flood into your shoes as you jog across the street and the feeling of your socks increasingly getting wet sends a shiver up your spine
you pull your purse back onto your shoulder and keep it tightly held under your armpit once your arms start to get sore — you’re already completely soaked so using your purse as an umbrella seems pretty redundant at this point
“don’t know why i didn’t bring a stupid umbrella with me either!” you huff to yourself, wiping your hair away from your face as you cross another street after looking both ways (safety first), “fall asleep on the bus, gets caught in the rain- stupid, stupid-“ you grumble, reaching up to wipe under your eyes and pressing your lips together in frustration at the wet mascara ink staining your fingertips
wonderful
just wonderful
and now you probably look demonic as well
you pick up in pace when you recognize the street the flower shop is on, speeding up even more when you notice someone standing in front of the doors with a set of keys in their hand looking very ready to close up shop for the night
“woah, woah, wait! wait, please!” you call out and the person immediately stops, looking over at you and then taking a few steps back in what seems to be mild fear, “so sorry, i just need to pick a bouquet up, i know you’re closing but i really need this bouquet- and-“
“did you run here?” he asks, looking you up and down as he adjusts his grip on his umbrella, “…you do know it’s raining, right?”
“yeah, i- woo, give me a second to catch my breath-“ you pant, bending over and putting both hands on your knees, wincing to yourself as your lungs constrict in your chest, “i don’t remember the last time i ran like this, jesus christ- i think i’m going to puke-“ you force yourself to stand up straight again, placing a hand on your hip as you continue to suck in puffs of air, “i need to pick up an order.”
“oh, wait! you’re the girl who’s in love with her friend, now i remember who you are-“ his eyes light up briefly before the deadpan expression returns to his face, “sorry, champ. we close at 7:30.”
“it’s 7:29,” you choose to ignore his first comment before holding your phone up to his face and he immediately deflates, “come on, yoongi- it’s yoongi, right? please. give me a break.”
“i’m just tryna go home-“
“please, my friend’s date is tonight and he was supposed to pick up his flowers this morning but then he went to the gym so he forgot even though there was a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to-”
“wait, you’re picking up his flowers for him?!” yoongi asks, eyes widening again before he throws his head back in a laugh, “hah! oh my god, you- you’re actually kidding me, this has to be a joke-“
“i will give you five glowing stars on google reviews if you let me in-“ you pant, wiping strands of wet hair away from your forehead again, squinting slightly because the rainwater has now fully fucked up your vision and yoongi is starting to look like a dark blob, “even though your customer service skills suck because you’re clearly laughing at me and i really thought you’d have the decency to share your umbrella considering the fact that it’s pouring-“
“my customer service skills are fantastic, you should see the way i flirt with all the older ladies who come in-” yoongi jingles his keys in his hands before checking the time on his watch, “they always leave with $15 silk ribbons on their bouquets and a boost in their self-esteem-“
“we’re wasting time here, i’m supposed to be back at my friend’s place like, now-“
“alright, fine.” yoongi sighs, shoving the keys back into the lock before clicking his tongue, “but i’m only doing this because i feel like saying no to you is equivalent to, like, leaving a puppy out in the cold or something. or stealing candy from a baby and then shoving the baby off of its high chair. or, like, taking a chainsaw and destroying a nice old lady’s rosebush in front of her for no reason while she’s standing there with a pitcher of iced tea for you-”
“alright, i get it, you pity me, just let me into the store and give me my damn order.”
“did you really run all the way here?” he asks, opening the door to let you in as he closes his umbrella and shakes the excess water off before shoving it into the holder
“i took the bus but i fell asleep and missed my stop. ended up at the end of the line and i thought running fifteen blocks would be faster than waiting for the next bus.” you breathe out, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously against the marble floors as you step into the shop and leave a generous trail of rainwater behind you
yoongi deflates slightly at the mess you’re leaving behind you and he quickly reaches out to grab onto your elbow, “do not take another step. i literally mopped up before closing and you’re leaving a trail everywhere.”
“sorry, sorry…” you apologize sheepishly, taking a step back closer to the front door and looking down at the puddle growing around your feet
you reach up to squeeze some water out of your air, freezing when you realize you’re just squeezing more water onto the ground for yoongi to mop up
yoongi gives you an unimpressed, blank stare before shaking his head and flicking the lights on, “there is nobody in the world i would ever run in the rain for. hell, there’s nobody i would even ever run for in general.”
“well, i’m sorry your heart is made out of literal ice and you don’t have the ability to feel love for another human being.” you respond sarcastically, yoongi turning around with raised eyebrows
“hey, for someone with an icy cold heart, i didn’t have to let you in, i could very well kick you out right now because i already clocked out for the night-”
“okay, sorry, i’m sorry- just- if i could just pick up the order, i’ll get out of your hair, i’m sorry-“
“why are you doing this in the first place?” yoongi asks as he gets settled behind the front desk, switching the monitor back on, “also, i promise i’m not stalling because i also want to get out of here as soon as possible, i just need to check what your order number is-“
“because jungkook forgot to pick the order up this morning.” you respond as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world (because to you, it kind of is)
“well, i get that, but you still didn’t answer the question.” yoongi hums, tapping on the keyboard and hitting the enter key obnoxiously
“sure, i did.” you frown, “i answered your question. i’m here because jungkook forgot to pick up the order this morning. he’s on his date right now and i told him i could pick it up for him. he’s on a date.”
“with another girl.” yoongi murmurs, propping his chin up on his palm, “you are picking up flowers for jungkook to give to another girl because…”
“because i’m his friend.” you feel your eye twitch slightly out of a mixture of growing frustration and impatience, “you have that order number yet? i’m on a time crunch here.”
“…okay, i think all the rainwater must’ve flushed the logic out of your head…” yoongi purses his lips as he gets up from the seat, offering you an overly polite customer service smile, “please wait here while i get your order from the back. i would offer you a glass of cucumber water and an apple rose whatever cinnamon pastry thing but we are technically closed, so you’re just going to have to stand here and wait.”
“funny.” you raise an eyebrow, about to squeeze some water out of your top before stopping yourself (you’ll wait until yoongi disappears to the back and then you’ll do it)
you’re picking up flowers for jungkook because you’re his friend
and on top of that, not only are you his friend, you’re a very good friend of his!
he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed (well, if the roles were reversed, you would’ve never forgotten to pick up the flowers so jungkook would never have to run in the rain to pick them up for you)
what does yoongi mean by why are you doing this?
isn’t it obvious??
if anything, he’s the one with no logic in his head if he can’t grasp the simple answer to his simple question
you’re doing this because you’re jungkook’s friend, and this is what friends do when they care about each other
“okay, one more time- what are you doing right now?” yoongi pops out from the back with a beautifully wrapped bouquet and an adorable little white teddy bear with a pink heart as its nose and you can’t help but pout sweetly at it
you know you said the teddy bear would be a little much but looking at it now… you want one too!
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear.” you point out, holding your hands out to take them from yoongi
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear for…”
“for my friend…” you trail off, making grabby hands at him only for him to pull back slightly
“for your friend jungkook because…”
“why do you care so much about this? you don’t know me and what i do is none of your business, your job right now is to hand me a bouquet and that teddy bear and you’re not doing a super good job if i’m being honest-”
“you’re right, i don’t know you, but i’m nosy as hell and you seem nice even though you’re oblivious as hell- you’re so close to the answer, too! what are you doing right now and why are you doing what you’re doing?”
“what are you doing right now? and why are you doing what you’re doing right now??” you snap, looking at the little clock sitting on the desk, “i’m running very late, just give me the damn flowers, man-“
“alright, fine.” yoongi deflates, handing you the bouquet and the little bear before shaking his head and turning around to grab the mop from the back, “guess you’ll figure out the answer on your own. by the way, let your friend know that if he wants to order another bouquet for you to pick up that we now have an online ordering form so he doesn’t even have to come in store anymore- by the way, i can lend you an umbrella if you didn’t wanna run in the rain again because like i said, our customer service is-” yoongi spins around and immediately clams up when the only indication that you were even here at all are the two dirty shoe marks staining the white marble floor and the puddle of water around them
he shrugs to himself and clicks his tongue
oh well
…you still better give the store a five star review.
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the journey back to jungkook’s apartment is a little less chaotic than the journey leaving his place, thankfully
you managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus came, and if anything, you took that as a sign that the universe was now on your side
it was rewarding you for being such a good friend!
of course, you still got caught in the thunderstorm jogging back to jungkook’s building from the bus stop (according to the forecast, it’s supposed to rain all night long) and the bouquet is a little soggy and the little bear’s fur is kind of matted now, but you tried your best to keep them dry under your sopping wet jacket, “alright, kook, don’t worry, i’m coming-“ you mutter, going up the stairs two at a time and ignoring the fact that you’re leaving a wet trail behind you
you can’t help but shiver at the feeling of cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body, pausing when you accidentally use the bear as a makeshift towel to dry your face
“shit, whoops-“ you pull the bear away instantly, relieved to see that you didn’t leave any streaks of makeup on it
your legs slow down as you reach the steps leading up towards the door to the rooftop, and you pause at the top of the steps when you hear a melodic giggle from outside amongst the rhythmic pitter patter of chubby raindrops splashing against the cement
sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slow your movements as to not make too much noise and ruin the moment, you press yourself against the side of the stairwell and crouch down on your hands and knees, placing the bouquet on the ground by the door and the little bear right next to it
the only thing to do now is turn back and head home before you catch a cold from staying in your sopping wet clothes, but the sound of jungkook’s laugh makes your ears perk up and soon enough, you find yourself crawling up the additional three steps up so you can peek through the crack between the door and the frame and-
kissing
almost instantly, your mouth goes dry and you feel a sharp pinch in your chest at the sight of jungkook and ji-eun kissing, their lips seeming to slot together perfectly as ji-eun curls up closer to jungkook and he reaches up to cup the side of her face, the two of them looking nice and warm (and dry) in the bubble tent as raindrops continue to bounce off the top of it
your eyelids flutter slightly as your brain catches up to what you’re looking at, and just like that, everything hits you like a ton of bricks
what the fuck am i doing?
you are crouched down in the stairwell like a creep, sopping wet from the heavy rain, still exhausted from sprinting fifteen blocks to get to the stupid flower shop before it closed, staring at the boy you love kissing someone else on a rooftop that you spent all day decorating and setting up
you look down towards the bouquet and bear, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes begin to glaze over because oh my god, what are you doing?
the bouquet of flowers is not for you
the cute little bear is not for you
the bubble tent and the fairy lights and the porcelain plates and fancy cutlery — all of it isn’t for you, it’s for someone else, it’s for ji-eun
ji-eun is the one that’s kissing jungkook right now, not you
in fact, it’ll never be you because jungkook doesn’t like you
you turn around so you can sit on the steps properly, folding your arms over the tops of your knees and propping your chin up on top of them
jungkook does not like you back
you helped him plan this date and you helped him set up the rooftop for his romantic date with ji-eun and you ironed his shirt and you ran in the rain to get the bouquet and the bear not just because you’re a good friend — you did all of this because you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love with jungkook and you would pluck all the stars in the sky for him and put them in a jar if he’d asked
“oh my god, y/n.” you breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shake your head in dejection, “what the fuck are you doing?”
you feel that all too familiar prickle in your nose as you get up onto your feet and head down the steps one by one, your heart heavy in your chest as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder
(and as you stare up at the ceiling when you’re in bed later that night after taking a nice, hot shower and shoving your cold, wet clothes into the hamper, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you’ll be pining after jungkook for the rest of your life.)
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from: jungkook (1:08am) — Thanks for getting the flowers and the bear for me you’re a lifesaver
from: jungkook (1:08am) — Like actually the best
from: jungkook (1:08am) — So grateful to have a friend as good as you
from: jungkook (1:09am) —The date went really well btw
from: jungkook (1:09am) — Hope you’re sleeping well :) Will text you tomorrow
🎙️ tell yoongi to mind his own business or console y/n (talk to my characters!)
📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!)
💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like smitten!)
🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)
#sorry about the weird spacing#there's a weird character limit now on tumblr??#bff!kook#bff!kook drabbles#mini series: smitten#jungkook fics#jungkook fic recs#jungkook au#jungkook university au#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook au#jungkook drabble recs#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#jungkook angst recs#jungkook one shots#jungkook one shot recs#jungkook oneshots#bts#bts fic recs#bts jungkook#bts author#bts author recs#bts writer#bts writer recs
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐚𝐫𝐞).
Upon popular request, part 2 of this post.
Miguel O'Hara x reader
It's just like old times, the two of you finding respite on the rooftop and away from the party. Miguel is glad to have you back, if not only for a moment. Unbeknownst to him, you're ready to return to how it was permanently, to do away with the obstacles of the present. Miguel is just as eager to accept you and turn back time together.
As things are starting to fall into place, he can't help but think about how all of this suits you. The warmth of your hand as you lead him up the fire escape and to the roof, the breeze in your hair, the way your laugh travels in the air. God, he's missed this, the way you smile, the light in your eyes, you and him. It's enough to nearly send him into a daze, that is until you sit on the roof's edge, beckoning him to sit with you. "You know," you say, and the familiarity of the way you speak has his full attention, "I'm sorry. I guess I didn't really think how much this all affected you. I've only really been thinking about myself."
You look at him apologetically, a timid smile on your face. He's not sure if he's supposed to have let go of your hand by now, but he doesn't want to. So he keeps your fingers interlaced, speaking softly in that tone reserved for you and only you. "That's not true. You've made time for me whenever you could, even if it hasn't been as much time as before. I didn't think you'd walk out without seeing your boyfriend."
You sigh, "I didn't think I would either."
He pauses, watching your expressions as you turn your gaze to the city again. Anyone else might think the slight shine in your eyes is the gleam of streetlights, but he knows you. Knows you like the back of his hand, and knows you're biting back tears. Miguel whispers, his hand leaving yours to tentatively wrap around your waist, "What do you mean?"
You take a moment, eyes searching windows and cars in the distance as if they might provide the answers, the words to say.
"It's funny, how things suddenly become clearer to you. This necklace," your hand goes to trace the silver gift around your neck, "The flower? I mentioned it once, almost a year ago, and you remembered it. And that made me so happy. So I thought -"
You breathe deeply, the tears breaking the surface despite your battle to keep them in. Miguel's hand instantly comes to wipe them, concern evident in his features. You let him, head resting on his shoulder.
"I thought to myself, when was the last time anyone else made me this happy? Or remembered anything? My boyfriend," you chuckle through the tears, amused and disgusted at your choice in partner, "He doesn't remember shit. I've been telling him about this birthday party for the last month and he still didn't take the time off. I bet you right now that the gift he has is something he picked up last minute that I don't even like. He's pathetic. I haven't been happy with him this entire time. And it's all clear now. I'm so, so stupid."
"Hey," Miguel soothes, "Don't say that."
"Miguel, don't lie. I'm stupid and you know it."
"Ok, maybe you're a little stupid," he teases, earning him a jab to the ribs as you both laugh. He smiles, rubbing your side while you lean into him, sniffling and giggling. "I don't think you're stupid for wanting to be loved though. It's human."
"I'm just stupid for not realizing it was supposed to be you."
His eyes widen in shock, sputtering and looking to your face with his cheeks turned red. "I-I.. you - huh?"
You laugh at that, eyes turned to your phone as you get a text notification. You show him your phone, and his already racing heart beats faster. It's filled with replies from your now ex-boyfriend, angry and scolding you for dumping him. "I broke up with him. Texted him with one hand and held yours in the other."
Miguel's smile widens, eyes meeting yours, "While we were going up the stairs?"
"Yep."
"You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
You're leaning into him, face only inches from his. He reacts in a moment's notice, eyes flickering from yours to your lips before meeting you halfway, a hand coming to cup your cheek. Your lips are softer than he imagined - and he'd never admit it, but he imagined them many times - and that warmth you exude fills his body. He all but melts into you, a weight lifting from his shoulders that he wasn't aware he had. Slowly, you part, lips still close as he mutters, "I do."
The way you look at him, riddled with the telltale signs of post-kiss afterglow (rosy cheeks, lidded eyes, glossy lips and all), it has Miguel nearly at the altar already. He's not sure how it's possible, but you've managed to make his devotion to you even deeper than before. His best friend, the person he'd gladly die on hills for, who he's watched from up close and afar: you. He's not sure when friendship become something more, but now the tenderness of your confessions sit in your hands, alive and beating.
Carefully standing up on the roof's ledge, you hold out your hand and he knows immediately what to do. He falls in place next to you just like in the past, guiding you as you step along the cement, his firm hold assuring you that you're safe. You won't fall, not with Miguel there to catch you. The two of you walk like this in a comfortable silence, savoring the sweetness of what's happened, the certainty of each other's touch.
Suddenly, there's a commotion on the fire escape. Your heads snap to look at each other and you both know what's happening; you're angry ex-boyfriend is ascending the stairs, no doubt in pursuit of some argument, maybe to ignorantly throw a few punches at Miguel and call you names (a horrendous mistake, but he's dumb enough to try). Miguel rolls his eyes. "I'll handle him," he says, turning to help you off the ledge. You don't budge.
"Don't. I've got a better idea." You pull him up onto the ledge.
"Oh," he smirks, "Are you sure? Last time we did this you nearly pissed yourself."
It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Shut up, I've changed. Come on, let's go."
"Hold on, I want that bastard to see something."
Miguel wraps his arm tight around your waist, pulling you into his chest. As your ex makes it to the top, eyes furious and jaw dropped in disbelief, Miguel kisses you again. You can feel his smirk against your lips, can hear your ex screaming. But none of that matters right now and you really couldn't care less, not when you're wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck, not when you feel safe like this.
Miguel leans back and you're both falling from the top of twenty five stories, a hasty descent for the ground as he holds you close. His chest swells with pride as the two of you watch your ex leaning over the edge in disbelief at the apparent leap of death you two have taken. The wind blowing against you, Miguel shoots out his red webs, swinging away from the building with one arm. You laugh heartily, and maybe you really have changed, your face fearless and joyful as he weaves through the cityscape with you. Different, but still you. Still his.
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Never Really Knew (DP x DC)
DP Side Hoes Week 2024 Master Post
Day 5: Dani - self-defense
Summary: There were plenty of things she knew, but it was all things that had been downloaded into her head. There was very few things that Dani had actually experienced in her extremely short life. Dani’s trip after being freed from Vlad goes well until it takes a turn into Gotham, New Jersey. Takes place after "Kindred Spirits", but before "D-Stabilized".
Word Count: 2173
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Dani had known that traveling by herself would be dangerous. She knew it in the same way she knew advanced mathematics and classic literature. It was knowledge she had but had never experienced, programmed and downloaded into her head. She knew a lot of things this way, and very few things the other way. Dani had wanted to experience everything, to learn the way everyone else did. But she hadn’t known, not really, just how dangerous this task would be for her. She doubted Danny knew either, or he probably wouldn’t have let her go.
Dani wasn’t having any trouble with money, so to say, Vlad’s credit card covered that, but there were very few places that would both accept credit and let a 12-year-old rent a room for the night. So while she was good on food and any other thing, shelter was a lot harder to manage. It had been fun, at first, buying a tent and camping equipment, and staying at parks while she explored the area, but yet again, a 12-year-old couldn't rent out a campground, so it was a bit riskier every night she stayed. If she stayed in the wrong place or too long, she would get chased out. She lost a few tents this way. She lost a few more to thefts that happened while she was out and about.
The campground was fine when she was just about, but they weren’t always an option, like in the bigger cities, where she was now. Normally, Dani was able to keep her head low, and hang out on a rooftop for the night, but that wasn’t really a good option with vigilantes of Gotham frequenting those spaces too. She had to find a different place to sleep for the night, which she supposes is what got her into this whole mess too. That and not knowing, to an instinctual degree, that she should not have come to Gotham all alone.
Dani had bunked down for the night in one of the many abandoned buildings around, even setting up her cot and some of her other camping equipment. This was not where she had woken up.
Dani woke up with a full body ache and a piercing migraine, and immediately curled up on herself with a soft hiss. Everything hurt. Slowly, as Dani came to, her senses faded back into focus. It smelt generally terrible, like BO and urine, along with the faint tinge of mold and cigarettes. There was the sound of someone else crying near her, whimpering, and the more distant sound of laughter. She could feel the bare concrete under her as it tried to drain away what little body heat she actually produced. Her tongue tasted vile in her mouth, still full of fuzz with a metallic aftertaste in the back of her throat.
Dani was locked in a dark, generally dingy cell, with the only light coming from a yellow street light that managed to crawl in through the basement window, and a white fluorescent light that climbed under the door. There were a few other kinds locked up in here with her, in various stages of crying or passed out. Some of them were hurt, bad. Dani had been kidnapped in the worst city to be kidnapped.
Slowly, feeling her whole body protest, Dani pushed herself to a kneeling position, drawing the other kids' eyes to her. She gave them a shaky smile that probably looked closer to a grimace. Dani felt her clothes and found that all the belongings she kept in her packets were gone. Darn, no more credit card. No more anything, really. Well, that sucked, but it wasn’t like they could keep her here for long, ghost powers and all that. Dani should get out as soon as she can, and run for the hills. She was sure whoever had captured her wouldn’t even notice one less child.
Dani strained her ears to listen to the voices from under the door, but a sniffle from one of the other kids in the room stopped her in her tracks, shutting down her plan of running out alone. Stupid Danny and his stupid protective streak. She would have to figure out how to get them all out together, and probably fast if the pick up in activity from under the door was any indication. Dani went over to the window, straining to look out of it, trying to figure out where it let out.
“Hey,” Dani whispered. “Do any of you know where we are?”
There was a soft murmuring among the other children, before a scruffy-looking boy answered her in a thick Gotham accent. “Somewhere in Crime Alley. That window has metal bars in it, no way to get out from there.”
Dani hissed under her breath, letting go of the window sill from where she was straining to lift herself onto it.
“Do you know where it leads?” She followed up.
“Just some scummy alley.”
Dani nodded, that was at least something good, no one would notice if she passed some of the others through intangibly.
“Okay, I can get us out,” Dani declared, keeping her voice intentionally low.
“How do you plan to do that? You a meta or something?” one of the slightly older girls demanded.
“Something like that,” Dani answered sheepishly. “Come on, I can take us directly through the wall,” Dani gestured through the window.
The others were too scared to protest, and slowly Dani began to file them one to two at a time through the wall, into the alley above. Every trip burned through her reserves, and she hadn’t noticed just how many of them were in the cell with her. After the fourth trip, Dani felt fragile, only able to pass the boy with the thick local accent through, but not able to go through herself, she would hurt herself if she tried.
“Butter biscuits… I can’t get out, I’m out of energy,” Dani called out. She was going to have to figure a way out, no powers unless absolutely necessary, she might risk destabilization otherwise.
The boy peered down at her from the window, looking grim. “I’ll go get help,” he stated before leaving her all alone in the room.
Dani let herself drop to the ground as soon as he was gone. She felt so tired, vaguely ill, and tried her best not to not fall back asleep, but still get a little bit more rest before the rest of her grand escape. She spent those minutes listening to the voices as best as she could, planning. She really shouldn’t use her powers for the next bit, but Dani also really needed her stuff back. It would have to be worth the risk, it was the only way she could really afford anything. All she needed was just her wallet with the card in it. Everything else could be replaced, emergency cellphone included. She might have a window to get it when whatever help that boy had mentioned showed up.
The voices on the other side of the door grew frantic along with an even more distant sound of gunshots and shattering glass. The door slammed open, causing Dani to fall onto her back in fright. The man’s eyes were blown wide in fear, teeth bared. His eyes narrowed as he probably noticed the lack of children in the room, and spat out a nasty curse before his eyes locked onto her.
“Fuck it, we only need one hostage, a half-dead brat will have to do,” the man spat, practically snatching her up by the arms, causing Dani to cry out in pain.
Dani had to scrunch up her eyes under the artificial white lights, leading into an open warehouse. She struggled for just a second before there was something cold and metal pressing against her temple.
“Try it, brat, and your brains will be blown out all over the floor,” the man growled, and Dani froze.
It was a gun. Dani knew it was a gun, and finally, it sunk in just how much danger she was really in, and tears began to run down her face. She didn’t want to die! She had only just begun to learn how to live in the first place. She needed more than a few months to figure herself out!
The man didn't do anything as Dani began to cry, but one of the other roughly dressed goons in the room, holding an even bigger gun, sent the one holding her a dirty look, before a confused realization passed over him.
“Where the other kids?” The other guy asked.
“Hell if I know. Only one left was this shrimp who looks well and ready to keel over. She’ll fucking have to do.”
There was another loud bang as a door somewhere in the warehouse was thrown open.
“Red Hood! Don’t fucking try it or I off the kid!”
Dani strained to see through her tears and hysterics. Was this guy supposed to be her help? But Dani was already held hostage, how much help could this ‘Red Hood’ be?
“You know I don’t like people fucking around with kids on my turf,” a modulated, artificial voice spat.
“Which is why you’re going to let us go, so that this little girl’s brains don’t end up splattered all over the ground,” The guy holding the bigger gun argued back.
There was a creak from the rafters and the other guy opened fired, sending rounds into the ceiling. A large figure dropped down, returning fire as they fell. Dani’s eyes widened at the heavily armed figure in a red helmet and leather jacket. He was both the coolest and most terrifying person Dani had ever seen. The guy with the bigger gun went down with only a few well-aimed shots.
Red Hood towered over Dani’s current kidnapper, who pressed the gun harder into her temple, causing another wave of panic to go through her as her eyes strained to dart back and forth between the man holding her and her ‘savior’ who had just definitely killed someone.
“There you are, you shitty bastard,” her kidnapper growled. “Now!”
Gunshots came from a completely different direction, catching Red Hood by surprise, but not before he managed to take out one of the two new assailants, and a stray bullet slammed into the arm holding the gun to Dani’s head. The man recoiled, practically tossing both her and the gun aside, forgotten. Dani ducked down, scrambling the best she could away from the center of the fight, but exhaustion and a horrible pinch in her ankle weighed down on her entire being.
Dani looked back after hearing a few more gunshots. The guy who had been holding her was dead, but Red Hood had taken a couple of hits himself, stuck kneeling as the final kidnapper pointed his gun directly at Red Hood. He was going to be killed, and then Dani knew she would quickly follow him. Panic seized her body and core, dredging up what little energy it could. She couldn’t let Red Hood be killed, Dani didn’t want to die.
Dani dove for the gun that had been tossed away in her. The knowledge of how to use a gun quickly clicked into place, just like all of those other things she knew and had never experienced. Dani was keen on never feeling the chill of a live firearm in her hands again, nor the image of the man dropping dead from a clean shot as she fired.
The gun clattered to the ground and Dani was well aware that Red Hood was full-on staring at her beneath his helmet.
“Kid-” the modulated voice called out, but Dani yanked on her invisibility, pulling as hard as she could, running off.
Dani had killed someone, sending full-on shivers and nausea through her, compounded by the protests of her fragile anatomy as she tried to maintain invisibility. She quickly found her things, which had been haphazardly tossed into a corner, snatching the wallet and nothing else. It felt like she was falling apart.
Dani made it to the exit before Red Hood spotted her again.
“Wait!” He called out, sounding panicked.
Dani couldn’t help the reflexive glance back, likely showcasing the bright glow of her eyes, and the thick trickle of ectoplasm as it seeped out of her nose before she fled into the night. There was cursing and heavy steps behind her, so Dani did the only thing she could and transformed as soon as she was out of direct eyesight, doing her best to ignore the familiar sensation of destabilization as it began to set in. She even ignored the swear-storm of the vigilante she left behind in the alley. Dani was going back to Amity Park as soon as she could, but she now knew, deep in her gut and in the sour taste of ectoplasm in the back of her throat, just how dangerous it could be on her own.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#goodfish writes#dp side hoes week 2024#dani phantom#red hood#dp x dc crossover#finally gave in and did it#I needed a dangerous city and a vigilante for plot reasons#cw: kidnapping#tw: death#tw: guns#tw: gun violence#failed my 'don't severely traumatize any of the character for a week-long event' challenge#darn i guess sorry dani
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i can’t stop
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raph never knew how much he wanted to be loved.
he never let himself recognize it. every time the thought desperately crawled it’s way up through his shattered psyche, extending gentle hands out towards him, he’d shut it back out, closing the door. it was soft with him—something fragile and unexplainably precious.
but precious, valuable things don’t belong with him, and they never would. anything breakable will be broken.
and fuck, he can’t handle another thing breaking under his watch.
he buried it every time. he couldn’t afford to have that. he couldn’t afford to love. he couldn’t afford to want. not in a house like this. not when there’s so much going on.
but if there was anything in the world he could want, he would want to be wanted.
he’s vile, desperate, and angry; he bites at the hands that feed him because the only ones who dare to are his own. he rips and he tears, and he’s the furthest thing anyone could be from delicate.
he’d never let anyone know that he craved for someone to look at him like he was. for once, to be the protected, not the protector.
but that means someone else gets hurt, and he’s not worth it.
for as long as he lives, he will remain like this. he will stay mangled, he will stay vile. for as long as he lives, he will stay unlovable.
god, he hopes it’s not for long.
—:—
it’s unclear when it happened. most things are usually that way. there are very few memories that remain unblurred from his mind's scrutinizing eye. he doesn’t like to question it.
what he will question, however, is when he let his guard down enough for casey fucking jones to slip through the cracks. a human boy, a little older than him, with enough fire in him to burn a village.
he tried to close the door.
casey was already inside.
—:—
the first thing raph learned about casey jones is that he is just as vile as raph is. casey jones fights with a ratty hockey stick and a battle cry that doesn’t make sense. casey fights to win. casey fights for fun.
the first time they patrolled together, raph was having a tough night. he could feel leo’s flesh under his fists; he could feel the skin bruise under his grip; he could feel his mouth water scream insult after insult.
and casey took him out. rooftop to rooftop, chest to chest. the night was the closest thing to perfection raph would let himself experience. he got back late and woke up early. he didn’t complain when leo went back for seconds. he didn’t complain that there wasn’t enough food left for him. he didn’t complain when he was left alone in the kitchen to clean up a mess he had no part in creating.
he simply wiped off the table, cleaned the plates, and stacked them to dry. slowly retreating back into his room, something in his chest yearned to walk back to the familiar tent instead.
he closed the door.
—:—
the second thing he learned about casey jones was that he was loyal. like a stray dog, casey fell easily into stride with him during his daily life. casey took what he said and rolled with it because he trusted raph not to lead him astray.
introducing his siblings to casey was scary hard. some primal, deep part of him wanted to cling to his friend and never let go, hiding him away where no one else would ever find him. he wanted something—someone to be his and his alone.
but they couldn’t stay hidden forever. he watched with tightening guts as mikey chatted with casey easily. donnie stood next to him, soaking the conversation up through his skin.
he wasn’t bitter, but it was something close.
mikey talked to casey like it was the easiest thing in the world. all wide smiles and waving hands like it came completely natural. they’d only just met, how was he already so comfortable?
jealous.
leo was behind him. he never liked when leo was behind him. it always set him on edge. he was unpredictable, arrogant, and just rash enough to pick a fight whenever he wanted.
raph kept his eyes on casey.
who cares. leo can stay there.
he didn’t even notice when casey moved. his conversation with mikey continued like water down an old stream. donnie piped up occasionally, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.
caseys arm landed around his shoulder, and raph didn’t even stiffen. the familiar warmth of the boy's arm—tan and thick and plush and comforting—weighed down his shoulders, pulling him down to earth like a mental ball and chain.
he heard leo stalk away.
like a dog, casey came back to him. he could have his pick of friends. he could have mikey, in his bubbly and charming glory, or donnie, who was as smart as they came. he could even have leo if he wanted. but he came back to raph every time.
eventually, they all moved deeper into the sewers, waving casey goodbye over their shoulders. raph turned to look at him one last time, catching a glimpse of casey dorky, gap-toothed grin before he disappeared around the corner.
he slipped into the lair, and he closed the door.
—:—
the third thing he learns about casey jones, is that he thinks he’s a bad person. raph understands that. under the dim lantern light, with shadows on the tent walls cast around them, he confesses it like a prayer. he whispers it under his breath in a way raph wasn’t used to. casey is loud. casey has a laugh so boisterous that raph worries splinter will come and investigate when it happens. casey is not ashamed.
“sorry.” he mutters. raph feels the full ache of his heart twist behind his boarded-up amygdala. he doesn’t look at casey. he doesn’t think casey would want him to see him like this. “fuck, there’s somethin’ wrong with me.”
in the dancing candlelight of their sanctuary, raph smiles, turning his gaze away from the open flap leading out into the dark sewers surrounding them. his hand feels warm on top of casey’s. his shoulder tingles where they touch. he rests his head in the crook of casey’s neck, and whispers back. “that’s okay.” his gaze stays locked on the sewer floor just behind the crack of the tent. the candle light casts waving patterns across the cement. “i think there’s something wrong with me too.”
—:—
the farmhouse is new and unfamiliar. after waking up, raphs world reset. nothing made sense anymore.
he watched as donnie yelled, tears streaming down his anger flushed cheeks as he dug up memories raph didn’t bother attempting to find in his own brain. he watched as donnie straightened his spine, raised his voice, and fought with a fire familiar to his own.
he watched as leo grit his teeth, silent at donnie’s verbal barrage.
he watched as he clawed an apology out of his throat.
but the fourth thing he learned about casey jones was that he stayed constant. he remained loud, rowdy, and tough as nails.
the grass is cold beneath his hands. it feels like no matter what, raph always finds himself back outside. years of isolation, years of containment left him hungry for fresh air, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
he dangled his feet into the lake. the water twirled and danced freely around the meadow surrounding it; it’s own volition forgotten as raph kicked his feet gently against the pond.
he heard casey before he saw him, like always. loud, clunky footsteps breaking twigs under his raggedy, torn-up sneakers approached him from behind, and he felt his shoulders ease.
“fuck, it’s scorching out here, man! how do you stand it?” he groaned, flopping down beside raph on the dew-covered blades of grass. raph laughed. he’s been doing that a lot recently.
“you’re crazy,” he muttered back, staring at his reflection in the rippling mirror below him. he almost didn’t recognize himself. “it’s cold.”
the human gawked beside him, and if raph could see his eyes, he assumed they’d be blown wide with disbelief. that made him laugh harder. “well, fuck, you take this then.” he heard, before the soft fabric of casey’s sweater draped over his shoulders. “i clearly don’t need it. if it’s sweaty, no it isn’t.”
digging his claws into the sides of the hoodie's zipper, he tugged it tighter around himself. he knew turtles had a good sense of smell, but picking up on the notes of musk and coal and warmth and wood and casey from the stitches of the fabric was unexpected. it's unclear why. he's lain on top of casey before, soaking the scent up into his soul.
he doesn’t say thank you. he doesn’t need to.
he didn’t think he could with the way casey was looking at him—a gentle smile pasted on his chapped lips, his entire demeanour relaxed. raph looked back. a flash of eternity in their lives of anger, violence, blood, hate, hunger, and something raph doesn’t get curling in his stomach.
but then casey lips meet his, and everything makes perfect sense now.
the fifth and most important thing that raph learns about casey jones is that casey loves him. casey loves him like a fire ransacking a forest, hot and burning and passion and all consuming emotions that fill his body with adrenaline. casey loves him like a moth to a flame; he loves him like it’s written in his dna to seek him out wherever he is, like it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done.
casey loves him gently. casey loves him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. casey embraces how vile he is and how angry, hurt, and scared he is because the feelings ring familiar in his own chest. casey loves him like no one else ever needs to.
the walk back to the farmhouse was short, made shorter by the cloud in raphs head carrying him up the well-worn path. the deck was warm, glinting in the light of the morning sun. casey’s arm was thrown around his shoulder again, the way it always was.
raph grinned, and he opened the door.
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me hitting raph with the projection beam
ough ok im just gonna!! post this since i may or may not be able to make art for it soon!!! THIS IS REALLY GOOD AAAUGHHGHG ITS SO!!! OGAHSGHFG!! I've read it like 5 times its SO SWEEETTT RARHAHF FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. EATING THIS. HE'S SO SADDDDD OUGHHGAGIHSG !!!!!!
#nnstuff#ask#neglected fic#teenage mutant neglected turtles#rasey#tmnt raph#casey jones#got this april 1st ough sorry
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tease tidbit tuesday
tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 💖
here's another tiny snippet of the christmas fic - i'm done with the sad part, now only fluff haha - just one and a half scenes and it's gonna be done just in time for christmas (also, I might have gotten a new idea for a christmas fic, where they decorate a tree - I wanted it here but it didn't happen and can't fit it in lol so that might also be in the works once this one is done haha - no promises tho, who knows lol)
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“What’s- Christmas is tomorrow.” Buck points out with a small chuckle, but he tentatively takes the box. He glances at the tree in the corner, with a pile of gifts underneath, that they decorated together just a few days ago, after buying it together as well. It was the most domestic thing, and Eddie was dying to lean in and kiss Buck, or grab his hand, or just do anything, his feelings trying to leak out of him in any and all ways. Soon he’ll be able to shout it from the rooftops if he wants to. Hopefully.
“Yeah, but I wanted to give you one of your gifts a bit earlier.” Eddie scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Open it.” he adds excitedly when Buck’s just standing there, looking at the box.
“Why am I the only one opening a gift early? What about you guys?” his frown deepens.
“Don’t worry about us, this is about you. Please?” he waves the question off, because it’ll all make sense in a minute.
“Just open it, Buck.” Christopher chimes in, excitement in his tone. Buck looks at him and his smile melts into fondness.
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @king-buckley @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove
#tease tidbit tuesday#buddie christmas fic#fic snippet#buddie#buddie fic#buddie wip#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#i accidentally involved chris in the love confession and wanted to change that but tbh i kinda love this#wrote smth like 'he wanted to be in the room to make sure eddie doesn't chicken out' and i find this concept funnier than it probably is lo#also i guess it'd be cute to have both of them assure buck they're a family the way buck wants them to be haha#idk im excited for this and can't wait to share once its done
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Hey can I request any jealous ghost or yandere ghost headcanons with smut. Please?
↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY // COMING DOWN. ❀
CW// OBSESSION, STALKING, VIOLENCE, ORAL, ECT.
NOTES// obsessive!anything has to be my fav to write. Anyways.
He’s got a staring problem, it’s chronic. He knows all too well, he’s too tentative, far too particular. Ghost knows better than to stare, he knows your feet shift before you turn to look around your shoulder. He knows your attention is pointed where your torso is, you have a blind spot to your left and the right eye is worse than the other. He knows better than to look while you look back. It’s rude. It’s obvious.
He’s often thought of your face upon meeting him. Most think him monstrous, horrible, evil. He’d hoped you’d be scared too, see what evils had been protecting you thus far. Know the power and capacity of that man, the weight of his shadow on your brow bone, his bulking figure on the eye. To know someone’s getting the job done.
It wouldn't be too hard to notice him in every corner of a room. You’d just purposely moved from the bar to the rooftop, he’s still sat in a chair farthest left of you. You’d twitch under the attention, stress under his eyes and grow anxious. But he’d love it, knowing your finally aware of him.
Already in a relationship? No issue. He’d hate to have to kill, he’d hate to see you cry, get all messy just cause of him. Me might not, he might enjoy cheering you up, understanding what no one else cloud. Maybe he’d get angry, chastise you for ever having used your mouth to talk to anyone else. He just might choke you on him, use it, finally, for some good. Train you good and well to only use two words, ‘Please’ and ‘Yes’
It would come easily, first. Texts from unsaved numbers on your lovers phone, disappearances on the hour. Then, to arguments, to fighting and rumors. A photo of your ex and another.
Your marital relationship with Si was art. He aged like fine wine, soon becoming nothing more than a doting husband. He’d drool at the sight of you, never let you do any bit of work. The house is in his name, only one car for him to drive, a house in the woods, food provided by him. He’d let you do damn near anything to him.
He has a few scattered trust issues. Spiraling into control and commitment. He’d always kiss your hands and eyes, kneel and beg mercy during any argument. But he’s began monitoring your nutritional intake, jutting motion detectors in the four corners of the room. But you get it, occupational hazard.
More often than not he’s gone into lengths upon lengths of detail whilst rutting into you. Describing his strength, power, might over the ones around you. How easily the hands ringing your hips have broken a man. How beautiful you look, how he’d wanted to ruin your pretty little eyes every moment they weren’t on him. What horrible things he had thought in a hooded black jacket staring you down at the bar.
Corruption, Ghost would enjoy ruining you. Using you an earshot away from your peers. Affirming your safety, how he would never let any other see you how he did. How he had needed you so badly, he couldn’t even wait a moments rest, and while there is still breath in his breast, he would kill any other man before they saw you bare before him.
#ghost cod#cod#cod modern warfare#cod ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost headcanons#simon riley smut#cod mw2#cod mw22
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As a child, Regulus never went camping. His parents weren’t into that kind of stuff. When they went on vacation, they liked luxury; hotels with breakfast and dinner included, cruises, villas with a swimming pool on the rooftop. He was pretty sure his mother would’ve rather died than spent a night in a tent or a camper.
Frankly, he had never seen the appeal in it either. Not until now.
Their tent was cosier than he thought it would be. Luckily for him, James had enough camping experience for the both of them. He’d made sure they had a nice mat to sleep on, warm sleeping bags and basically all of the gear they could possibly need.
Regulus watches him close the last zipper as he enters their little hideaway and is suddenly overcome by a feeling of pure bliss. It’s all so simple and yet so fun. He doesn’t need endless buffets or a fancy room to enjoy himself, he realises. This is more than enough.
“What?” James smiles at him.
“Nothing.” He tilts his head and smiles right back. “Come here?”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. Within a few seconds, James’ has scooted over to where Regulus lies on one of the mats. He leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips. Regulus’ heart stutters in his chest.
“Are having a good time?” James asks against his lips.
“The best time.” Regulus answers, running his fingertips down James’ back. He all but shudders when he feels his boyfriend’s hands slip under his shirt in return.
“I’m not sure about that…” He argues.
“Oh?”
“Mhmm…”
Regulus’ jaw goes slack when James starts kissing down his throat, his hands roaming his chest and eventually disappearing underneath the edge of his boxers.
And oh, James was right… And Regulus was so, so wrong about all of this. Now he is having the best time. And camping has officially become his favourite thing in the goddamn world.
#jegulus microfic#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#marauders era#marauders#harry potter fanfiction
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2023.08.01
Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Cut From the Sky by @mallstars [E, 150k]
►"I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving November 2nd. This is the 111th time I've lived through today."
Draco stilled. His moody eyes, the tension in his hands where he gripped onto his umbrella, the careful mask of blankness flickering over his face — everything about him was so difficult and so very dear to Harry. "Ah," said Draco, "and?"
2. Eighth Year Goes Rather Well by anAshcalledYggdrasil [E, 3k]
►Harry has returned for his 8th Year at Hogwarts, and is slipped some amortentia. Can he throw the affects off before he jumps Malfoy, or will the Slytherin get the surprise of his life?
3. guard dog by chrismare [?, 63k]
►The first thing Draco ever loved was the Manor. Not the house- it was too big, too quiet, too cold- but the grounds that surrounded it. He grew up on stinging soles, running barefoot through his own little world. One of the house elves had cleaned the tiny cuts on his feet once and told him that he'd get used to it, that he'd grow calluses and it would stop hurting. It never really did.
4. the past comes a-knocking by frenchforbird [G, 3k]
►harry has just returned for summer break. draco is hosting his first dinner at grimmauld place. what happens when the person who shows up on the doorstep is a familiar face?
5. Together by @bibislut [G, 1k]
►On the day Harry and Draco finally move in together, Harry reflects on the tentative start of their relationship in Eighth Year.
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Fest/Exchange
1. Better not Touch (Don't Touch) by Anonymous [E, 8k]
►Harry is happy with his life, running a shop in Diagon Alley and spending plenty of time with his husband. When he is cursed, his and Draco’s relationship is put to the test. Can they move forwards together even if they have to put distance between them?
★ HD Wireless 2023 | @hd-wireless
2. Cool About It by Anonymous [M, 16k]
►Harry is so excited for his first date with Draco. But what follows isn't so much a date as it is an all-night odyssey including a malevolent lift, a Gringotts heist, a Sleeping Curse, a trip to the kebab shop, a lack of dancing, a Muggle drug, a rooftop pool party, a black eye and, eventually, a sunrise over a Quidditch stadium.
★ HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 | @hp-bodiceripper
3. Stars By the Pocketful by Anonymous [T, 2k]
►Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it.
★ HD Wireless 2023 | @hd-wireless
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Weave and Woods Chapter 11: The Timelessness of Lovers
Gale/Named Tav | Slow Burn | NSFW | Read on AO3 | Entire Work
Summary:
Under an aurora-lit sky, Gale and Auroria confess their feelings for each other
“Thinking about Mystra’s demand?” Her brows furrowed as they always did when Mystra was brought up, especially after Elminster came with his missive.
“Yes.” He paused. “I must admit it is always on my mind. More so now even than before. To know that I’ve found you, and that you are in love with me as I am in love with you only to - ” His voice caught in his throat as tears formed in his eyes. “Only to have to leave you in a few days’ time…I must admit I am more terrified now than I was at the beginning of the night. I do not want to lose you, Ora. I do not want to leave you.” He smiled softly, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pictured what life could have been like with her in his tower, walking through the market each week, sunsets on the balcony, watching the Midwinter fireworks together.
She grasped his hand. “Then don’t, Gale. Stay with me. Live. Live with me.” She kissed him again, her own tears mingling with his. “Let’s live.”
AN: This is my favorite scene of Act 2, and the whole game so far. I hope I was able to do it justice while making it my own. NSFW! Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex
Crafting an illusion was like composing a piece of music. One needed to take into consideration every layer - every piece of the orchestra needed to be successful on its own and work together as a whole to create a harmonious explosion of sounds. Illusions were similar. Every part of a convincing illusion needed to be perfect - one thing out of place, and the whole composition falls apart.
Gale was a master at creating illusions, or at least he had been until his unceremonious fall from favor and his body became a host for both a sliver of the Karsite Weave and a mind flayer parasite. He had been unable to create grand illusions since, though he had noticed his abilities strengthening as time had progressed, especially once the charm was placed on the orb to stabilize it. Evocation spells were his specialty, what he was known for, what was nurtured during his time as Chosen of Mystra - it was true there was nothing more useful than a fireball for a battle, but illusory spells were his true love, his passion. Manipulating the Weave in this way made him feel closer to an artist, a poet, or a musician than a warrior. He wanted to use his magic to bring beauty and wonder to the world.
He needed his illusions to be perfect tonight. Tonight was the night he was going to tell Ora that he loved her. He had wanted to shout it from the rooftops of the Last Light Inn after kissing her the previous night, he wanted to whisper it in her ear as she slept peacefully, he wanted to say it that morning when she forced him to go to his tent after sitting outside hers all night, he wanted to yell it in celebration when they worked on spells during the afternoon and she finally cracked Spike Growth after days of attempts on her own.
Every artist needs their muse, and she was his. He channeled the Weave from his spot far enough away from their campsite to afford privacy. As the power hummed through his body, he thought of Ora. How she made him feel, how he felt with her, what reminded him of her - beauty and warmth and goodness. The threat of Moonrise Towers and Mystra’s demand settled over him but did not cause him to abandon his plans. He had to tell her. He squared his shoulders and got to work.
******
“Hello, I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep!” The cheerful silvered mirror image of Gale said to Auroria as she walked up to his tent before going to bed for the night. “He wishes to extend you an invitation to a private conversation. Would you care to join him? From the portion of his mind that is open to me, it is a matter most urgent.”
“Well, when you put it like that, I don’t think I’m in a position to decline,” she said, her mind already racing with worry. Was the orb acting up again? Had he set his mind to following through with Mystra’s demand of his sacrifice? Would she no longer have the chance of saving him? The thought of losing him caused her heart to race, her stomach to drop, and threatened to bring tears to her eyes as she started down the path pointed out by Gale’s mirror image. Surely it couldn’t be something so serious - he had been in such a good mood after she made him sleep and then again after he helped her figure out what she was doing wrong when attempting to cast her newest spell. He had jumped up and thrown his arms around her when the ground started to erupt with spikes and thorns. She thought he might kiss her again, or at least she had hoped he would, but he pulled away and said something about needing to go read something to find her next spell. She hadn’t seen him since.
The path through the thick forest led to a clearing bordered by a few downed trees and rocky formations. In the middle of it on a plush blanket sat Gale, intensely focused. She looked past him and up to the sky and gasped softly. Instead of the dim, colorless grey they had grown accustomed to over these past days there was a bright shining aurora, all shades of vibrant purple and green dancing across it. Stars sparkled in the distance and the grass in the clearing looked as green as it did in the forests where she grew up. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Gale place more stars in the sky and let the tears that had gathered now freely fall down her face. How could a man who creates such beauty even think about sacrificing himself for what a goddess calls forgiveness? Her panic threatened to overwhelm her. She loved him. She couldn’t lose him. She had to tell him. Tonight. She wiped the tears from her face and walked over to sit on the blanket beside him.
“I love this time of night,” he said softly, taking her hand in his, a movement that had become so natural for the both of them over the past weeks. “There’s a reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you think the dawn will never break.” He threaded his fingers through hers and as he turned to look at her, she could have sworn the look on his face matched the one she had given the sky moments ago. He waved his free hand at his illusion. “The cradle of eternity…the timelessness of lovers.”
Auroria smiled softly and looked up at the sky, her eyes wide as the lights danced and the stars twinkled. “This is beautiful, Gale. I’ve never seen the sky do this - you’d almost forget we were in the Shadow Cursed Lands,” she said with breathless wonder.
He looked at the sky again. “It’s veiled, kept at arm’s length for now. This isn’t something I can do often in my present condition, but tonight is different. I feel the weight of Mystra’s demand on me, and with us going to Moonrise Towers tomorrow to infiltrate it, I can’t help but feel this may be one of my last nights alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder. And with company to match.”
Auroria frowned, hearing the sadness in his tone as if he had decided his fate. This is my last chance.
“Is this truly, truly what you want? To sacrifice yourself for Mystra’s forgiveness?”
“My untimely death is all but assured. My days on this plane have been numbered since I opened that damned book. Would you not want your death to mean something?” He sighed. “I will admit I am terrified, no matter how well I try to conceal it.” He nodded, grim resolution on his face. “Better to meet the inevitable on my own terms.”
Auroria felt warm tears fall down her cheeks again as she nodded. “So you’ve decided, then.” She tried to wipe them away with the back of her hand but they wouldn’t stop coming, so she just let them fall. It was always easy for her to show her emotions with Gale.
He looked over at her, touching her chin with a hooked finger, turning her face to his. “You know, one moment with you would satisfy me for a lifetime. And you’ve given me so many moments, enough for infinite lifetimes. I’m happy you came out here to share this with me. I know it’s not real…but I created this all for you. You were the inspiration for all of this.”
“For me?” She gasped, her eyes snapping to his. “All of this? Why?”
He smiled softly at her. “You must know that you’re…that you’re special to me, Ora.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her breathing quickened. What was he saying? Could he feel the same? She thought, a small flicker of hope warming inside her.
He dropped his hand, going back to looking at the aurora for a short while in silence, a wistful look in his eyes. Finally, he spoke again. “If things were different, if we were home, I would take the time to do things properly. To say everything better. To give you everything you deserve, and more. But time is short.”
He turned to face her again. His eyes were bright and shining with unshed tears.
“I am in love with you.”
Everything faded away from Auroria at that moment. There was only the two of them - there was no shadow curse, there was no Absolute, no tadpole, no orb, no Mystra. No wizard, no ranger. There was just Gale and just Auroria. Two people who managed to find each other despite the fact that their paths never should have crossed. Two people who loved each other despite everything thrown against them.
“I’m in love with you, too, Gale.”
******
Externally, Gale played it cool as he chuckled. “That’s a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself.” Internally, he was in a state of disbelief. Ora was in love with him! He had wanted this, hoped she’d feel the same way as he did, but did not believe it possible that someone so fierce, so brave, with so much to live for would fall in love with him, not how he was now. Not with the orb, not with Mystra’s charge, not with his imminent demise.
She leaned into him and kissed him, quieting his thoughts for the first time in what felt like years as he kissed her back softly. It felt different from their kiss the night before - less desperate, more real. He smiled as she broke the kiss.
“You’re a good kisser,” she smiled back at him.
“And you are a bad liar,” he laughed out loud. “I was basically a hermit for some time before I met you, remember?”
“From one recluse to another, you’re a good kisser,” she said before she kissed him again, her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her lips parted and his tongue slid against hers as they kissed much like the vision she shared with him all those weeks ago when they were connected through the Weave. A vision he never thought he’d be able to act upon. He broke the kiss and put one hand against her cheek, looking at her beautiful face as she smiled at him, his eyes flicking back and forth between hers, taking in the lush green that seemed to radiate even in the dark of the night with a golden glow. She loves me.
He wanted the night to be perfect. To show her all he could do with the Weave, their bodies and souls intertwining and bonding within its gentle fibers. He stood up excitedly, taking her hand and helping her up from the ground. “What do you say to the perfect night in Waterdeep for our first date?” He smiled.
“I have always heard that Waterdeep is an exceptional city, though I can’t quite remember who told me that,” she teased. “Show me.”
He waved his hand, a faint purple glow enveloping the two of them. The aurora was replaced by his study in his tower. His favorite place in the entire universe - well, until he met Ora. Now his favorite place was by her side. Everything was just as he remembered it, even the messy assortment of parchments on the desk. The piano in the corner, the stacks and stacks of books. He could smell the paper if he concentrated hard enough. He looked back at Ora, who was taking it all in, her eyes wide and her mouth open in awe.
“This is your study?” She asked. “It feels like I’m looking directly into your soul, all books and academia.” She smiled.
She looked so at home in his study. He couldn’t wait to show her the real thing, after - No.
He interrupted his own thoughts. After? There would be no after, not for him. This was more than likely the last time he would ever lay eyes on his beloved study, his beloved tower, his beloved city, and it was all an illusion. Snap out of it. He wanted to show her all he could of him, of his life, before it all ended much, much too soon.
“It is. The center of my universe. Now, for something even better.” He waved his hands, the doors to the balcony opening, the sun setting into the horizon, setting the sea awash in a fiery orange blaze, the entire illusion taking on a warm glow. As Ora stepped out onto the balcony, the sunset lit her up. Her hair burned even more coppery, the light made her eyes look even more green, even her freckles seemed to stand out more. Waterdeep suited her. Still, as he looked out over the horizon, melancholy washed over him. He missed his home. He was thankful to the tadpole for bringing him to Ora, but…he would never come home again. He would never see Tara or his mother again. Never walk the streets, never visit the market, never watch the ships sail from the docks. The sound of pages ruffling brought him back to the present.
“You’ve found my favorite spot. I would sometimes find myself out here from evening to night to daybreak, lost in words.”
“Up all night reading? What a rebel,” she laughed as she kept flicking through the pages of the book. “What’s this book?” she asked, handing it to him.
He laughed and took the book from her, one he had placed there on purpose. “This is The Art of the Night - about a newlywed king and queen’s first thousand nights together. They turned everything into an art - conversation, the exploration and acceptance of the self and the other, the art of the body, the night itself.” Here goes. “I say we take a page from their book.”
Ora raised an eyebrow at him. “Leave it to you to seduce someone with a book.” Gods, he loved how she teased him. She knew him so well. “But…I don’t see a bed.”
“The stars will be our bed. There are endless worlds out there, countless ways to declare love. Let me show you more,” he said. He wanted to show her all of the wonders of the universe, let her feel his love in infinite ways, not just within the confines of their mortal flesh.
She put her hand on his face, looking at him adoringly. “I want to be with you, not a fantasy, not an illusion. I am in love with Gale.”
He paused. “Are you sure? I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond our reckoning. I could wow you. I want to wow you, Ora.”
She smiled, taking his hands in hers. “This isn’t a test, Gale. You don’t have to impress me with these grand gestures to show off your abilities. I’m no goddess. I am in love with you .”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Yes, you are, Ora. Trust me, I would know.” He snapped his fingers, placing them back in the forest by camp, the aurora still dancing across the sky, the stars sparkling just for them. “Let’s do it your way then - the old ways. As long as it’s with you.”
She kissed him as he waved his hand, conjuring a large bed. “For your comfort, of course.”
She laughed then. “I have been living in the wilds for almost my entire life, I’m pretty sure this bed is for your comfort.” She walked over to it, kicked off her slippers and climbed on, patting the mattress next to her. “Though, you will not hear me complain.”
He smiled and walked to the bed, climbing onto it next to her, his calm exterior belying the chaos within him. His heart was racing with anticipation and his brain was moving a million miles a minute. It had been so long since he had been with anyone physically, since before becoming Mystra’s lover. Could he live up to her expectations? Would this all be a waste of time? Why did he even confess his feelings to her when he was just going to die in a few days time? His breathing picked up as he balanced on the knife’s edge of panic.
“Gale?” He felt a warm touch on his hand. Ora . “Gale, come back to me,” she said, placing a tender kiss on his cheek, then a soft kiss on his lips. She was a balm to him - his mind quieted again, focusing only on her. He kissed her back and placed a hand on the side of her face, his thumb gently running over her cheek.
“I apologize. My mind momentarily was…elsewhere. I am here now.”
“Thinking about Mystra’s demand?” Her brows furrowed as they always did when Mystra was brought up, especially after Elminster came with his missive.
“Yes.” He paused. “I must admit it is always on my mind. More so now even than before. To know that I’ve found you, and that you are in love with me as I am in love with you only to - ” His voice caught in his throat as tears formed in his eyes. “Only to have to leave you in a few days’ time…I must admit I am more terrified now than I was at the beginning of the night. I do not want to lose you, Ora. I do not want to leave you.” He smiled softly, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pictured what life could have been like with her in his tower, walking through the market each week, sunsets on the balcony, watching the Midwinter fireworks together.
She grasped his hand. “Then don’t, Gale. Stay with me. Live. Live with me.” She kissed him again, her own tears mingling with his. “Let’s live.”
He nodded and closed his eyes, holding on to her hands tightly. She made it seem so simple, to just live . That she alone could defy a goddess’ machinations and find a way to circumvent his fate. Perhaps she could. He opened his eyes and found her staring at him, full of concern. This was not the direction he wanted this evening to go, and yet it only made him fall deeper in love with her. Made him want her even more, if that was possible. Made him want to believe the impossible.
Stay. Live. Could I?
“Live,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Could I?
He kissed her deeply, pulling her close to him. Their tongues slid together again, finding a rhythm of push and pull as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, discovering a new closeness that they had been on the edge of for weeks now. She smelled faintly like the peppermint balm she massaged on her sore muscles after a long day of fighting or training. His fierce ranger. Her hands found their way to the bottom of his soft velvet tunic and grasped it, starting to pull it up. He broke the kiss to reach down and slid it off over his head.
“Hells Gale, you’ve been hiding all of this? Doesn’t seem fair, really, to keep this secret,” she teased as she saw him without so much as an undershirt on for the first time, her eyes moving down the lean athletic build of his body and fine covering of hair on his chest and stomach. She reached down to the hem of her own sleep tunic, pulling it over her head. The filtered moonlight cast a pale silvery glow on her breasts and her nipples started to pebble and harden against the slight chill in the late night air.
“I could say the same to you,” he said playfully in return. The scar on her cheek continued down past her collarbone almost to her left nipple, some areas thicker than others. He reached out and traced it with his fingers, pressing kisses into it as he followed his fingers with his mouth. A story for another time. Her breathing quickened as he reached his destination, taking the hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it lightly as she gasped.
Something in the air changed, a new electricity charged between them.
“You’re so beautiful, Ora,” he said before moving to the other breast, giving it the attention it deserved. Her hands went to his head, running her fingers through his hair as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
“I want you, Gale,” She said, her voice thick with lust.
“And you’ll have me before the night is done,” he smiled against her soft skin, toying at her nipple with his tongue before pressing a hand to her chest, laying her back on the bed. His hands went to the waistband of her leggings, his fingers slipping inside and rubbing along the softness of her stomach. “I want to watch you come undone for me first.” She lifted her hips to help him easily slide the fabric off her legs. He kissed each inch of newly bared skin as he pulled them off of her before discarding them on the ground beside the bed.
He looked at her in wonder as she laid before him, fully bared. So beautiful, so perfect. She propped herself up on her elbows, tilting her head to the side. “Everything okay?”
He smiled. “Everything is perfect. How did I get so lucky?” He kissed her ankle. “You are so stunning.” He kissed her knee. “I will never be able to fully tell you just how heavenly you look right now lying in front of me with nothing on, illuminated by moonlight. My divine Ora.” He wanted to worship her, to bow down at the altar of her body for the rest of his time on this plane. He kissed her thigh, higher and higher as he placed himself between her legs, spreading them and baring her sweet center to him. He could resist no longer. He looked up at her from between her legs as he flattened his tongue and tasted her for the first time. Her moan was an answer to the prayers on his lips and music to his ears, her taste was the sweetest nectar. He hooked his arms under her thighs, pulling her down to his mouth as he flicked her sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue before sealing his mouth over it, sucking softly.
Her hips started to rock against his face as he hummed against her, sending vibrations through her body. He teased at her entrance with a finger, reveling in how warm and wet she was as he touched her. For him. Because of him. He paid special attention to that sensitive spot inside he remembered women liking from his dalliances years ago, before Mystra. No. No thoughts of Mystra tonight.
He turned his mind back to Ora, this beautiful, writhing woman who lay before him, who wanted him, who loved him. He added a second finger and moved them faster, in and out, his firm tongue working her in tandem as he devoured her. She had moved her hands to his head, her nails delightfully scratching his scalp as waves of pleasure washed over her and she began to unravel. He was relentless in the pursuit of her undoing, keeping a steady pace with both his hand and his tongue as she cried out his name and he felt her pulse as she reached her peak and crashed over. He crawled over her, kissing up her stomach to her breasts again, taking each one into his mouth before moving up to her neck. He finally kissed her lips, impossibly turned on as she kissed him back, tasting herself on him.
“My turn,” she said, smiling against his mouth as she pushed him onto his back, his desire clearly evident. She rubbed at his erection gently over his pants as she kissed his neck. Gods, I forgot how good that feels, he thought. He felt her starting to pull his pants down, and he lifted his hips off the bed to help her just as she did for him earlier. He was suddenly conscious about his body, wondering if it would be pleasing to her. His physical form hadn’t been important in matters of desire in so long, coming back to it made him feel like he was a teenager again, full of nerves and anticipation of learning what he liked. She wrapped her hand around him. He definitely liked that.
“Gods, Ora,” He inhaled sharply as she touched him, the first mortal touch he had had in years. She kissed his orb marking softly, then traced down the line of his stomach with kisses. What was she….oh. OH.
He rose up on his elbows, looking at her. “Ora, I don’t…are you sure? Please, don’t feel like you have to.”
She smiled at him, her eyes soft. “Let me give you the pleasure you gave me. We are equals here, in this bed, in this relationship. No one is above the other. Besides, I enjoy doing this, just like you do. Let me take care of you. Allow me this,” she said as she leaned down, taking the tip of him in her mouth, sucking gently.
Gale saw stars. He grasped at the bedsheets, the pleasure and desire coursing through him stronger than anything he had felt in so long, setting him ablaze. She took him deeper into her mouth, her head and hand working him in rhythm as she hummed against his hardness. His hips started to rock, moving with her as he moaned loudly. At this rate, it would not be long before he finished, and he wanted his first time to be inside her.
“Ora, I need to be inside you, please,” he practically begged. He was at the mercy of her, of his new goddess. “Please, let me.”
“I want you, Gale,” she said.
“Come here,” he smiled, guiding her up to him, a finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her deeply, laying her back on the bed. “I want to watch you, see you when I finish inside you,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her again.
He used his thigh to spread her legs, running his fingers across her slick entrance before holding himself to her. His heart was pounding. He knew this was a line they could never uncross. It was a line he knew with absolute certainty he wanted to cross, but he had to be sure it was the same for her.
“Are you sure you want this, Ora? Do you want me?” He looked her in the eyes, his tip pressed against her. He needed to hear her say it.
“I want you,” she repeated, closing her eyes and moaning softly as he pressed in, sinking into her.
Every thought left his head as he felt her give around him, all warm and soft velvet against his hardness. He closed his eyes as he fully seated himself within her, staying still for a moment, reacquainting himself with this feeling - how had he ever derided this as “just” pleasures of the mortal flesh? This was everything. This was better than anything metaphysical. She had converted him. Astral pleasure could no longer compare to this. This was real.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, whispering his adoration to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her close, their bodies in complete contact as he began to thrust into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips, feeling every inch of her as he pulled almost all the way out and pressed fully back in again. Ora wrapped her arms around his back, her fingertips digging into his skin.
He pulled back, settling up on his knees between her legs. She looked so perfect laid out on her back before him, his length sheathed deep inside her. He continued his same slow rhythm, thrusting back into her a little harder than before, watching where their bodies joined in awe and wonder.
“Gale…you feel so…so good,” she moaned, her hands moving to his thighs, holding on to him, rocking her hips to meet his.
“You feel better than any heavens, Ora. Better than I could have imagined all those nights I thought about taking you, imagining doing this with you.” He said, remembering the nights in his tent after his orb was stabilized where he pictured Ora in a similar position to the one she was currently in as he used his hand to pleasure himself. It didn’t even compare.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, Desire, lust, and the discovery of how good sex with her could be drove him. He moved her legs so her feet were on his shoulders, and started thrusting into her deeper, faster. He kissed her calf, her ankle, the side of her foot, punctuating each kiss with a soft “I love you.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he grasped them to lift them up, allowing him to get even deeper inside her. He needed to be as deep as possible, as close to her as possible. He watched her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts bounced, her back arched against the bed as he hit a spot that drove her wild. He had once thought watching her fight was like watching an opera. Watching her while making love was like viewing the finest art.
“I’m so close,” she panted. He felt her tightening around him, getting close as his own precipice drew near.
“Come for me, Ora. I want to hear you call my name while I’m buried inside you,” he said as he reached between them and began rubbing her at her most sensitive spot, feeling her hips jerk at the slight touch. He felt her tighten around him, the feeling drawing him even closer as the fire in his abdomen grew hotter. “But look at me when you do.”
She opened her eyes, and just the sight of them darkened with desire almost sent him over the edge right then and there.
She cried out, his name on her lips as her body froze and then shattered around him. He felt her shudder and pulse as her orgasm rocked through her. He kept thrusting through it, harder, faster, lost to his own finish as she held onto his arms tightly, her nails slightly digging in.
He felt his abdomen tighten. He maintained eye contact and drove himself into her one last time as she nodded and writhed underneath him before he felt himself fill her with his own release, crying out her name loudly for all the gods to hear. Panting, he stayed buried within her as his orgasm shuddered through him. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and most of her hair was loosened from her twisted ponytail, and he could only imagine he looked similar. She looked so beautifully undone.
Finally he pulled out of her, instantly feeling cold without her warmth enveloping him. He was changed, wholly and truly. He was a different man from earlier this evening. He crawled beside her and dropped to the bed, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
“I love you, Ora.”
“I love you, Gale.”
******
Auroria curled into Gale, resting her head on his chest as they both came down from such blissful heights. She traced the lines of the orb marking as he lazily ran his fingers up and down her back. She felt herself drifting off to sleep when she heard it, the faintest whisper.
“I will stay with you. I will live.”
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It started with finding a flower growing by Baby’s tire. He plucked it and placed it on the dashboard as he drove away. Later the flower found itself sitting on Dean’s desk. Seeing the small yellow daisy grow in the cracks of old concrete reminded him of a certain someone. It made him smile.
So when he saw someone selling flowers on the side of the road he bought a bouquet of them. He then started to keep a 20$ bill on him at all times just in case he saw the opportunity to buy one or two.
The grocery store owner was throwing away some chipped planters and Dean offered to take them, giving the man the 20$ bill he was saving and buying some random flower seeds. That night he stayed up late looking up how to grow a flower.
Sam bought him a cactus—it had a little flower growing on top—and Dean added it to his growing collection on his desk. He now had some on his nightstand and over his bed too. Eileen mentioned how bright the place looked. She didn’t mention that Dean was starting to look better too.
Some plants didn’t make it, a lot of them needed sun and not just those bright lights Dean had to buy. He didn’t find it fair that he trapped all these beautiful things underground. Suffocating them. Ruining them. Killing them. He got a shovel and bought some fresh dirt. A rooftop garden shouldn’t be that hard.
Dean added umbrellas, beach chairs, and a cooler to his oasis. He had a small speaker playing an audiobook while his fingers were covered in dirt. Pulling weeds and encouraging his sunflowers to grow. He was alone and yet he felt surrounded by their presence. In everything beautiful, there was a little sign of his best friend.
Dean always imagined Cas like a natural disaster wanting to be a simple breeze. He didn’t want to break anything. He only wanted to exist in a world where he could watch everything grow. Wanting to help wherever he could. He wanted to be good. He desperately wanted to be good. Dean planted irises.
Onions, potatoes, and carrots are the next to grow. Jack enjoyed digging them out. He couldn’t wait to see how big his pumpkins would grow. Dean missed the beautiful colors of the flowers but his room still looked bright.
The sun was high up in the sky but Dean didn’t mind. He was singing his favorite song, had a cooling rag around his neck, and a big sun hat on his head. His rooftop garden has grown. There now was a tent shading the flowers that needed it and a little plastic kiddie pool for his feet to rest when he needed it. Right now he was content, seeing his garden so beautiful and full. In that moment he felt whole.
Sam and Dean lay on the beach chairs staring up at the stars. It reminded them of a time when it was just them. They had no home just a job to do. Just chess pieces in a game they had no choice but to play along with. Now they had a choice. Dean decided he wouldn’t soak his hands in blood anymore. Sam supported him. They’ll look for a place in the morning. Right now they’ll enjoy the sky.
Starting over alone didn’t feel right. The new house was a big fixer-upper but it felt like a place he could grow old in. Dean bought a bouquet of flowers to place in the middle of the kitchen table. Someday it will feel like home and he’ll be happy here.
He set a small table outside. He didn’t know how much he missed constantly being able to see the sky. His routine always involved being able to watch it turn color over the lake. He sat drinking his coffee and eating his omelet. He didn’t listen to the news but instead, he filled the air with his favorite cartoons. He was starting to feel like himself.
Starting a garden was easier when he didn’t have to climb so far up. He tried growing everything he could. Filling his land with edible plants and beautiful flowers. He made a path with some old bricks. He built a garden door. He added a wooden bench. There’s a bird feeder that Eileen gifted him hanging on the tree branch and underneath was a bird bath. Jack gifted him a little garden gnome and Sam brought a rainbow doormat. Dean rolled his eyes but he placed it at his front door.
It was snowing but it wasn’t sticking to the ground. Dean was in the kitchen cutting tomatoes for soup. He had plans to make the best-grilled cheese and watch Christmas movies. Next weekend everyone will show up to celebrate some sort of Christmas. Dean even had a tree in the corner, decorated with lights only cause his new cat knocked everything off. He didn’t mind.
Three years passed in a blink of an eye and Dean could still feel the hot grip on his shoulder. It woke him up time and time again, and just like every other time, he got dressed to take a walk. He hated to bother his little munchkin but she was asleep on her side of the bed. Small and curled up on her little blanket. He zipped up his jacket and gave her a little kiss. A promise to come back. He walked down the side of the lake, hands deep in his pockets, the snow was gone but some patches remained here and there. He hasn’t felt so alone in a while. Maybe it was all his guests leaving that brought this on but he couldn’t help but feel someone was missing the whole time. He’s always missing.
Another new year and Dean was in his garden preparing the dirt for the new harvest. His flower garden usually took priority but there’s not much he could do about that during this cold weather. His plants inside were thriving though. He was so into the audiobook that Dean didn’t hear the footsteps. He was on his knees pulling weeds and listening to the main character decide if love was worth the career she worked so hard for. She just shouted his name when he heard his own name being called. Dean jumped, ready to throw the small weeding hoe in his hand but instead, he froze.
“Hello, Dean.” He smiled. He had longer hair and a full beard coming in but it was him. “Um, Sam told me this is where you live now.”
Dean stood up. He felt cold, his legs shaking but he kept his stare on his visitor.
“It’s beautiful. Your home.”
Dean swallowed the lump as he whispered, “Thanks.” He started at him for a bit longer before taking a step forward. “Cas?”
Cas nodded, and his eyes started to water. “I’m back. I’m back, Dean.”
Dean didn’t hear anymore. He ran to him. Wrapping the angel in his arms and savoring every second of it. He felt the long brown hair between his fingers and the smell of rain still lingered on Cas’s skin.
It was him. Dean took a deep breath. It hurt his chest and he wondered how many years was he holding that in.
Dean took Cas’s face between his hands and felt himself fall in love all over again. How did he ever think he could live without him? Cas was everywhere in his house but it was never going to be enough.
“Welcome home, Cas.” He breathed out in relief and Cas chuckled, his hands on Dean’s waist.
“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that.”
Dean smiled, his eyes remembering every second of this moment. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He leaned in and the next thing he knew they were kissing.
Finally kissing. Finally together.
Dean could taste both their tears as they kissed but they were unwilling to let go of each other. From this moment on they will never be apart.
“I love you.” Dean breathes into Cas’s lips. Kissing slowly and lazily. “I loved you for so long.”
“Me too.” Cas kisses Dean’s nose. Kisses Dean’s cheeks. Kisses Dean’s eyelids and then his lips. “My heart has always been yours.”
Dean knew that from now on, together they would grow and it would be beautiful.
Time has passed and the sun was high in the sky. They both worked outside, listening to a book about dragons and magic because it was Cas's turn to pick, and they created shade for their flowers. A little green house was next on their list but building the second floor was taking a lot of their time. Still they both enjoyed the outdoors. Dean made lunch for them and they sat outside on Dean's little table for two. They talked about the future with no fear, only excitement. And they held hands across the table, laughing about something stupid and creating memories they never thought were possible. Munchkin sat at their feet enjoying the sun just as much as them. The family will come over for dinner soon so they know they'll have to head inside but right now they're in their own bubble. Content and happy. Surrounded by growing love.
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i’m back, need to ramble. i’m tired don’t expect me to be entirely coherent.
tonight my mind falls on rui kamishiro’s love for life. he’s thankful for everything that’s brought him to where he is, he’s thankful to be alive and living his dreams, he’s thankful to have people to love.
and oh he is so full of love. he loves getting to do what he loves every day, and the fact he’s getting closer to his dreams. he loves his friends, who have shown him this whole world of color he never knew. friends who walk a path of discovery together, friends who won’t give up on each other because they are all they’ve ever wanted. friends he loves so much it fills him with a burning pain to ever imagine parting from their side.
very early on we’re introduced to middle school rui and his relationship to the “scenery”. the scenery he longs desperately to be part of, to be part of the crowd, to form a bond that isn’t built out of loneliness, to not be on this damn rooftop. and eventually, he finds people, people who reach their hands out, and with tentative hands he takes them. but he doesn’t hold on too tight, he can’t. what if something goes wrong? what if *he* goes wrong? it’s much easier to let go when you already have a loose grip. it’s better this way.
but, over time, things change, *he* changes. and one day, he can look these friends in the eyes and go, these are the people i’ve waited for my entire life. i love you. and those once wavering hands are no longer unsteady, they’re full of life, a spark has been reignited, and they’re never going to let go. and these hands keep holding tight, so tight it hurts.
and one day, there’s a mirror. and looking back is not rui kamishiro, the lonely outcasted kid who tried to make it on his own, but always felt like something was missing.
instead, there is rui kamishiro, the one who found a home. there is rui kamishiro who’s full of love. there is rui kamishiro who’s happier than he’s ever known.
there is rui kamishiro who’s now part of the scenery.
#rui#rui kamishiro#wonderlands x showtime#project sekai#this is a little corny but it’s okay i’m allowed to be like that sometimes#i tend to factor out his antics when i make these posts#please do understand this is not in an attempt to dismiss such#i am a big enjoyer of his silliness
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Day 1: Tropes
For @elorcanweekofficial
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Enemies to Lovers
Elide never had that many friends, but she still remembered Aelin, Aedion, and Ren dearly, she prayed every day for their survival after Terrasen was taken by the King of Adarlan. She spent countless days looking outside her window and wondering when she would see them again, would they remember her? Would they be ashamed of her for not fighting with all she had to get out of that situation?
She wasn't a fighter, at least not like them, she wasn't strong, and she didn't have any magic, all she had was her cunning, and the soft whispers of Anneith in her ear, guiding her.
When she met Manon Blackbeak and the Thirteen, she knew she had made new friends, people she could trust and rely on, she knew Manon's words were to be taken seriously, she would take care of her like she was an Ironteeth too. She might've not had that many friends throughout her life, but she knew how to recognize them.
So despite all the efforts Lorcan Salvaterre made to seem friendly, as they traveled with the carnival troupe, she knew he wasn't being honest, an uneasy feeling setting in her gut whenever he closed the tent and the two were left alone.
She hated him for how he treated her, his condescending tone like she was a child, how he looked at her with a smirk whenever she tried to give him instructions, more than 500 years in this planet, and yet he didn't learn how to treat people with respect.
Lorcan loved to tease her, how she would get flustered whenever he looked at her, her annoyed huffs when he dismissed her "opinions and concerns", as she liked to call it. He knew what he was doing, Hellas himself made sure to teach him how to survive, it wasn't a pathetic human that would save him from danger. Elide couldn't even lift her own arm for too long without complaining.
Things, however, started to change for him as they left the troupe, wandering through cities as he had agreed to take her to Aelin Galathynius. He had left her behind while she negotiated for resources and new clothes, while he went to buy them more food.
Something felt wrong, even Hellas was dead silent as a heaviness spread through his chest, he needed to be fast, something was seriously wrong. He dropped everything on their boat, noticing that she wasn't back yet, he turned back, deciding to go back to the inn.
Terror filled her senses as the door closed and Vernon appeared, smirking like the devil as he looked up and down, bile rose in her throat as his gaze lingered longer than it should. The Ilken held her, and she tried to fight it back, she wouldn't go back to Morath, not now and not ever again.
Her thoughts went to him, he had left her, gotten everything he needed, and left her, she expected that kind of thing from him, she just didn't expect that it would hurt so much, her heart splitting in two as she thought that he had left her behind. She hated him, but she would've fought for him if needed, she would never do such a thing as leaving him alone even if he didn't need her like she needed him.
He had followed her just to see her uncle and a group of Ilken grab her by the arms and try to take her away. His blood boiled as he saw them pushing her toward a box, the man he presumed was her uncle lost his balance as Elide lunged for him, unsheathing the knife from its holster. He watched in pure horror, his heart stopping in his chest as Elide turned the blade in her hand and pointed to her own heart.
She felt the pain before she registered what had happened, the knife falling to the floor as Lorcan's axe had hit her wrist, stopping her from doing the most stupid thing he could think of. As the eyes turned to his previous spot, Lorcan was already moving, his dagger pierced the Ilken's wing, the creature screeching in agony.
Lorcan moved as fast as he could, like the winds of Hellas as he pinned the creatures to the ground and jumped to another rooftop. He threw his sword at another one, counting only two more and Elide's uncle, screaming for them to move and get her in the metal box.
Elide ran, ran for her life with a clear path in mind, Lorcan breathed with relief as he watched her run away, he tried to throw another dagger but the Ilken already knew his methods, easily dodging it, they, however, didn't know Elide's method, and Lorcan watched in awe as she, blood rushing from her nose, a damaged wrist, and his axe clutched in between her slender fingers, shoved the axe in between the creature's wings. The creature screamed and turned to Elide, ready to kill, but it didn't have a chance as she swung the axe again, its head falling to the stones on the floor, black blood spilling from the open neck.
Lorcan was already moving to the next Ilken as the creature rushed to Vernon, taking him away before Elide could kill him too. Lorcan grabbed the axe from her shaking hands, her big eyes watched him and he could see how scared she was.
"They told me you had left." Her broken voice was too much to bear, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her small frame as she sobbed into his chest.
"Elide.." he called, his hands grabbing the sides of her face, making her look at him, blood coated her mouth but he didn't care as he lowered to her level, his lips touching hers gently as she interwinds her fingers through his long hair. He kissed her desperately, almost losing her made him realize something. "I would never leave you, you're stuck with me." Her eyes seemed less clouded by fear.
"Forever?" She shyly asked.
"Forever." He promised.
#sarahjmaas#moonlightazriel#elide lochan#lady elide#elide x lorcan#elorcan#throne of glass#lord lorcan lochan#lorcan salvaterre#lorcan lochan salvatorre#lorcan#Elorcan week 2023
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hi hope ur happy and healthy! i don’t know if u write for niragi aswell but how do u think niragi and chishiya would react to a clingy fem s/o. like she loves cuddling and is kinda pushy but doesn’t cross boundaries obviously
Helloo! Thank you anon. I kind of got carried away and rather than just headcanons, I wrote out like a split one-shot instead.
For some reason, I figured that since Chishiya and Niragi are toxic af, their s/o would probably feel entitled to a bit of clinginess. Though maybe this went too far - the s/o characters kind of teased them about it... maybe they crossed the boundaries a bit too much.
Thank you though for giving me an opportunity to write from Niragi's POV for the first time. Now that was an interesting experience
Chishiya x fem s/o
Niragi x fem s/o
*some mature themes in the Niragi one*
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Chishiya
Tact and subtlety. That was the best way to approach an issue like this. The last time we had discussed boundaries, she ran, crying, all the way up to the rooftop before explaining everything to Hatter. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and the last thing I needed was my private issues being aired out in front of the executives. I had to make myself clear, re-establish those boundaries before they were crossed again.
‘Chishiya?’
Perfect timing. There was a tentative knock on the door.
‘Are you in here Chishiya?’
The door opened slowly. She peered around with a kind of trepidation, as if she knew perfectly well that I hated when people barged into my room. Her eyes finally settled on me, crinkling into a smile as she skipped her way over to the couch where I was sitting and plopped herself beside me. Much too close beside me.
‘Where did you go? I was looking for you everywhere?’
‘Here, obviously.’
She frowned slightly, then masked it over with a smile again. ‘Well, yeah. I know that. I just meant why? You disappeared and left me in the lobby.’
‘I wanted to be alone.’
Tact and subtlety.
Surely she would catch on. My hints were crystal clear - blunter than Niragi’s pocket knife. But to my surprise, she leaned back into the couch and nestled her head against my shoulder.
‘It’s okay, we can have some alone time up here.’
Surely?
I got to my feet, detangling myself from her and ignoring her small protests of confusion. The way she was curled on the couch was so open, inviting. It was a part of her that I had always been drawn to, and it was hard to resist someone who was so welcoming in everything they did. But this was necessary.
I stood back, sliding my hands firmly into their pockets where she couldn’t get to them. And it seemed to work. Her face fell, realisation clicking.
‘Okay, what’s wrong? Did I say something?’
‘No.’
‘Something I did then?’
I averted my gaze to the window overlooking the pool, where the militants were sitting on recliners, snickering between themselves with their guns resting between their thighs. Last Boss had his katana stretched out over his knees, inspecting it for scratches.
‘Wait…’ she said slyly. The sudden shift in her tone brought me back into the room. ‘Is this about what I did in the meeting?’
A teasing glint flashed in her eyes. It was remarkable how she could treat this - me - as a laughing matter. What she did was infinitely dangerous, and yet she was so cavalier.
When I didn’t react or rise to her bait, she said, ‘Nobody saw it, you know. Relax.’
‘Niragi saw it.’
She sighed, waving a hand airily. ‘Oh dear, whatever must we do? Sir Niragi looks distastefully upon such brazen displays of affection.’
‘I don’t know why you’re laughing.’ Down by the pool, Niragi was excitedly disclosing something to the others, who smirked and shook their heads. ‘Do you know what this could do to us?’
There was a pause. ‘To you, you mean.’
I stared at her, refusing to give in no matter how much she smiled it off.
‘Fine, fine!’ She huffed. ‘Say no more. No holding hands in public.’
I gave her a pointed look.
‘Or playing with your hair.’
I cleared my throat.
‘Or trying to kiss you. I get it, okay. Executive Chishiya Shuntarou is not a fan of PDA.’
Saying it so brashly, she had reduced this entire situation - her showing vulnerabilities to a group of people who were violent and manipulative enough to take advantage of it - to a pathetic dating preference. I swallowed. Since when had my throat become so dry?
‘I’m not—’
‘You don’t have to worry about a thing!’ She reached across the couch for a stray napkin on the side table and pulled a pen from her hoodie pocket. ‘You know what, I’m going to need this in writing, just so I don’t forget.’
Something seized in my chest. I watched the napkin intently.
You wouldn’t…
She scribbled something down. I could clearly make out my full name, and the letters P, D and A, followed by her signature. Glancing up with earnest, she added, ‘I think for good measure, I’ll get Hatter and Aguni to sign this too.’
Subtlety and tact, I reminded myself, before diving headfirst for the napkin in her lap.
Niragi
God, how the hell had I ended up in this situation? Normally I was the one who pushed girls away with my so-called “posessive” behaviour. I was surprised things had ended up like this. And it was a little distracting, too. I mean, having a woman constantly fawning over you should have been the dream. But as it turned out, it was actually super uncool.
I’m a militant. She can’t just…
I had a reputation to uphold. I was a leader. A boss, in my own way. People answered to me, did what I said without a second thought, and for the first time ever, I was top dog around here.
Not for long if she keeps this up.
I scanned the poolside where the same people every night chose to drown themselves in a dream world rather than face the cold, hard reality. They were all clinging to their lives by a thread. But not me. I knew better than to allow myself to be distracted. Well, the only distraction I would give into was… The memory of last night ran fresh in my memory, and I grinned.
‘Niragi! I had a feeling I’d find you here.’
Her voice was achingly sweet. Just hearing it was enough to send me into a rage of blind attraction and blind irritation. She skipped up to the wire pool chair where I was lounging and immediately sank into my lap. She had changed her outfit, now wearing a black bikini with camo shorts, and it took all my strength not to graze my fingers all over her smooth skin.
God, she knew how to tempt me. It was almost a shame.
‘I didn’t see you after your executive meeting. Where did you go?’
I kept up appearances, pulling her further onto my lap. Dipping my head, I ran the tip of my tongue along her collar bone. ‘Nowhere you need to know about,’ I whispered, then bit the delicate skin of her neck.
‘Ow!’ She recoiled, clasping a hand over the reddened skin. ‘What the fuck? That was so uncalled for.’
‘Oh really?’
She leaned back, frowning deeply. ‘Obviously you’re mad at me.’
I pulled her closer, aiming to finish what I started on her collarbone. It’s not like I ever settled for half measures anyway. But before I could, her hand suddenly clamped over my nose and eyes, pushing me well away.
‘You’re not coming any closer until you tell me what that was about.’
Tsk. Annoying.
I feigned a smile, wondering if this time I might just be able to wriggle my way out of this without being slapped in public.
‘It’s nothing much,’ I played it off. ‘I just didn’t like that little show you put on in front of Aguni earlier.’
‘Show?’ She looked almost offended. ‘I don’t do shows, Niragi. You know that.’
‘You know what I mean. The whole “how long are you gonna steal him for?”, “when can I have him back?” thing. It’s getting old pretty fast.’
It wasn’t working. Unimpressed, she raised a brow as if she was waiting for me to get to the point already. Well, to hell with it. Might as well spit it out now.
‘Look, you know I want you in the militant faction,’ I told her. ‘I really do. But how am I gonna convince Aguni to let you in if you’re being so clingy?’
The word slipped out without me realising, and at that point, I realised I had royally fucked up.
‘Clingy…’ Her eyes turned dark. ‘You think I’m clingy?’
‘No,’ I said abruptly, . ‘That’s not what I meant, baby. You know it wasn’t.’
‘So it was a freudian slip?’
I admit, I had dug my own grave there. Was there any way of salvaging this? Just when I thought my time was up, my life over, she laughed lightheartedly, her smile sweet and innocent. Too innocent.
‘That’s kind of cute Niragi,’ she called out, loud enough that the entire courtyard could hear, ‘but I’m just not sure I want to wear matching shirts.’
What. The. Fuck?
Several partygoers turned their heads, staring in confusion. Others seemed surprised, a few intrigued. Catching on quick, I tried to cover her mouth with my palm, but she batted it away with her hand.
‘Whatever you’re doing, cut it out!’ I hissed, trying to grab her wrist.
‘That’s kind of insane!’ She continued, raising her voice even higher. ‘Taking baths together? Yeah, I guess it would save water, but even I want my privacy.’
Some of the Beach’s members were whispering now. I couldn’t let her go on like this, she was out for blood, and… oh shit. Some of the militants had heard. My own subordinates. I felt the colour drain from my face.
‘This is pathetic. Stop it.’ I tried to wave at the others, signalling that it was a joke, but they only looked puzzled. What she said next sent cold dread tingling down my spine.
‘I guess I could dress as a bunny for you - is that what you’re into Niragi-chan?’
Niragi-chan? Bunnies?
‘Oh, it’s the ears that get you going, huh?’ She added, laughing now. ‘Who would’ve known!’
Every breath came out laboured. I could feel their eyes on me, their ridicule. I would have taken a slap any day compared to this.
‘Stop.’
She pursed her lips and finally lowered her tone to a hoarse whisper. ‘I don’t like you calling me clingy,’ she said, and gestured to the giggling spectators. ‘But actually I think the clingy one is you.’
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Could I hear about your riptide superhero au?? :O
YES HELLO !!!!
was thinking of titling it Flyaway or sometihng of the like but basically:
RAFT is the main superhero organization. jay's grandma (cant remember her name) is a retired hero but she oversees everything. Jayson ferin is like. the most iconic/popular hero because he's jayson ferin.
Jay is a superhero in this au, obviously. Ava was, too, and she was just as notorious as her father for how powerful she was,, loved by the people,, etc.. Jay mentored under her until Ava died (allegedly to the hands of villains), and then she flung herself harder into the hero program, training harder to be better and better because 1: pressure from her father and 2: avenging ava.
Gillion is a disgraced ex-hero turned vigilante, because he couldn't bear not to continue fighting even after being discharged. likely got fired because he prioritized defeating a villain over protecting civillian lives, kinda similar to his og banishment in canon.
ORR if i include the undersea, he could be an ex-hero from there who was exiled.
ORRRRRR it'd be really funny if he was just some Poor Guy who washed up ashore. and become a vigilante.
Chip is a villain who used to run with the black rose syndicate, who were a pretty notorious villain group who mysteriously went silent one day. He used to run around with some sort of syndicate that Price put together but disbanded from them a couple days ago.
Drey was in the hero training program but he defected (i think that's the right word) before he could be officially become a hero. he's usually not addressed at all by the ferins, yk, being the family's black sheep and all.
I'd probably start the actual writing things off with like. Jay waitressing at the restaurant her mom owns (civilian identity is hidden,, both her and her mom are just normal people) and Chip overhearing her whisper something TRYING to be subtle about her father, and her mom makes a comment about like. "well, y'know what your father would say. he'd say you're ending up like drey etc etc. but i trust you know what you're doing, sweetheart".
and him hearing drey's name is what gets him like oh. OHHH. and he quickly makes the connections because he heard about drey's family when he was still with the black rose. and he's like. drey.... these people have red hair.... so he starts pestering jay and she's all annoyed until chip takes a shot in the dark and refers to her by her superhero name. and that finally gets her to listen but shes like "hey what the FUCK is wrong with you"
and chip's like "you know drey! i knew him too!"
and it spirals until they make a very tentative deal where chip is like. okay. come out with me for one night doing "evil villain" stuff. there's more to life than being a hero. "villains" aren't all fucking awful, man. while he's doing this thought he does the very villainous thing of holding her identity over her head so she HAS to agree.
and we all know about ep 53 and jay's intentions when going w/chip in canon, so it'd probably be the same thing-- her wanting to get clsoer to the people who killed ava, and spending time with villains.
but on that night out they're on a rooftop and she has a Moment where she's happy and free without the eyes of the public on her every move as a ferin and chip's like. i told you so. and jay's like no fuck you die. :((
anyways i think itd be hilarious if they ran across gillion trying to do a whole fucking battle with some poor fellow robbing a corner store
#vixen rambles#vixen answers#jrwi#flyaway au#< tag for if i ever post more about it !!!#jrwi spoilers#jrwi riptide spoilers#vixen writes
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The Our Skyy 2 Bad Buddy trailer has premiered, and quite honestly they're not giving us much to go on (so don't set too much store by it). What I gather:
Archi and Engine rivalry is very much a thing still – both faculties have to put on a play, but the auditorium is only available for one. So Ajahn Pichai makes them compete to see who gets it ("The faculty that's more prepared gets the auditorium."). Sweeping the exterior grounds with large brooms and construction drawings with truss frames are somehow involved.
Pat and Pran seem to be aware of each other's feelings but their relationship is beset by rivalry, so it looks like the episodes are set as predicted during the timeskip after the Beachside Bet of BBS Ep.6 [4/4] and their sophomore year of BBS Ep.7, in the early part of their "rivalry as courtship" era. But you never know! 🤷♂️
A lot of backstage shenanigans between Pat and Pran, and the red backdrop is everywhere.
Their friend groups don't seem aware that the two have embarked on something romantic (i.e., they seem to be seeing only rivalry and competition), which fits placing this in the timeskip.
Wai seems much less like a troublemaker here though.
Pat's hair looks even more hideous than in the earlier Our Skyy 2 trailer. Not easy to make Ohm look bad, but they're managing somehow.
Ohm lost weight after Bad Buddy and looked much leaner in the series he did post-BBS. Strangely he looks bigger in this trailer, almost Pat-sized again (maybe it's the hair and faculty jacket). Nanon looks much the same.
They've changed the filming location for their university, so the ambience is different.
Ink and Pa are in it! And Ink is feeding Pa with shrimp (again). It looks like another hotpot in someone's dorm.
But Pat calls himself "Nong Pat" and asks to be fed shrimp by Pran in front of Ink and Pa. What gives?
Pat and Pran bunk over in that same dorm room (it's not Tinidee), with a tent and Christmas lights – it looks like a planned romantic getaway, but one they're forced to hold indoors away from public view maybe. Their energy there is tender, softer and more vulnerable. And mutual.
They're also seen in a lift for the company Hightem Construction, not LogTech, but they're wearing "Visitor" tags all the same.
Pran wears The Watch, and his PP hobo bag puts in an appearance too.
There are cheek kisses but nothing on the scale of The Rooftop Kiss.
Pat and Pran do some sort of deal behind the scenes, in front of their laptops, sealed with a fistbump.
As noted before by @miscellar and @dribs-and-drabbles (see these links here and here 😍) you CAN'T trust a trailer by Director Aof, so we have six days to find out how much of the above holds true and how much of it turns out to be wool pulled over our eyes. 😂
Waiting on tenterhooks all the same! 😍 And counting down to 31 May 2023... 💖
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