Hey guys! So, here’s the second part to this reaction. I was kind of exhausted last night, so I didn’t get a chance to finish this until now. I hope you enjoy! (AS ALWAYS, I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE GIFS OR PICTURES, I FOUND THEM ON GOOGLE!)
Reaction: You go out to a club with all of the guys. Your date leaves you alone for a moment to go get you both drinks, but a guy comes up and tries to flirt with you.
So, while Jin is a mother figure, he also has a definite temper that we tend to forget about. Jin would casually walk back over to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. He would probably give the guy a look, and while his face isn’t really that intimidating, his height and build certainly are.
If the guy chose to stay or tried to say something, he would probably get annoyed. He would turn to the guy, probably appearing super intimidating.
“Sorry, but my princess doesn’t talk to peasants,” He would snap, pulling you away to go rejoin the others.
2. Suga (because we all know he hates large groups of people)
In all honesty, it was extremely difficult to convince him to come in the first place. He would probably be irritable considering all the people around, so when a guy approached you, he would be all over him. He would come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder, glaring at him. This would be enough to send most men running, feeling as if their death is imminent. If the guy tried to say anything, Suga would turn savage.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I’m pretty sure your bitchy attitude is louder than the music,” his voice would be in typical Suga form, catching the guy off guard and Suga leads you both out of the club, done with the place.
J-Hope would probably end up waiting to see how you react. The moment you look uncomfortable, he would walk up to you, acting all cutesy and Hobish. He would pull you close and try to get you to dance with him, ignoring the guy completely. He would lean forward and give you a small peck on the lips. If the guy confronted him, his mood would switch really fast.
“I’m sorry, but I’m a bit busy at the moment. You see, my girlfriend is here to have fun with my friends and I, so I’d rather you leave us alone,” his voice would get lower and get close to a growl before he turned to grin at you. He would drag you to the dance floor for more dancing, ignoring the guy again.
4. Rap Monster
We all know that Rapmon is definitely the jealous type. He would be angry almost instantly, but he would control his irritation. He would completely ignore the guy. Instead, he would just pull you close and press a small kiss to your mouth. If the guy tried to confront him, he would just turn and look at him, probably towering over him. He would probably look intimidating (the guy wouldn’t know that this large man is actually a large clumsy man) and the guy would probably just back off.
“Men should know better than to try to treat a woman like that. You’re so much better than what someone like him can offer,” Rapmon would say, pulling you against him.
While Jimin is an extremely fluffy human for the most part, he definitely strikes me as the protective type. He would walk up and hand you your drink, eyeing the guy up. He would try to keep the exchange civil, not wanting to fight if it could be avoided. If the guy tried to start something with him, Jimin would definitely end it.
“Look, in the end, she’s coming home with me tonight. You really don’t stand a chance,” Jimin’s tone wouldn’t change but there’s defnitely a level of savagery there. He would lead you back to the guys, feeling pretty proud of himself.
V would probably try to give the impression that he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he understands completely. He would come up to you, acting all cute, like the little extra bastard he is. If the guy tried to confront him, on stage V would come out. His voice would lower and a glare would come out.
“My jagi doesn’t need to talk to you. She has me, so that makes you second rate,” V wouldn’t wait for a response, instead just leading you over to the guys with a smug smile on his face.
7. Jungkook (I couldn’t resist the gif!)
Jungkook, considering he’s an over competitive little shit, would definitely be over there in an instant. He would glare at the guy, his expression probably livid. If the guy chooses to poke the bear, Jungkook would be the most likely to get physical. He would grab the guy by the collar and drag him closer.
“I believe that she has already told you no. She shouldn’t have to say it again,” his voice would be as dark as his expression as he lets the guy go. He would take your hand and pull you to the dance floor, needing to blow off some steam.
Soryu reuniting with MC and his son after she leaves him while pregnant.
(In my old head canons he has a daughter, but since Voltage decided to make him a legit kid, I’ll use ‘em)
You need more than just love to be a mafia wife.
Soryu’s choice in career was difficult for you to accept. However much you believed you could have a future with him, you found yourself corrected and corrected again. He came home with injuries and blood on his hands, the grim look on his face striking fear and tremors into your hands as you cleaned him up. You were happy that he came home to you, relieved that he was alive, but you didn’t dare think about how many times he could safely return in the future. He told you not to worry, that he will be fine, but the more frequently he tried to reassure you with those words, the more empty they became. As you poured more of yourself into fostering your relationship with Soryu, the days started to drag back on your sanity. Interest in things started to ebb. You applied for more shifts at your job, begging Eisuke to let you work, begging your coworkers to give you something to do to actively occupy your mind. Only when you were busy you could stop imagining, stop thinking of possibilities, stop fretting, stop torturing yourself with disgust and terror at Soryu’s organization. There seemed to be nothing left of you but work and housework, and it was for the better. It kept your mind from wandering. Just a bit. Your boyfriend noticed it all, but he never had the words to help you. He was confused as you were, worried as you were, and his personality of little talk could only give comfort in his actions. He tried to spend time with you, cherishing moments of leisure spent together in the suite. His warm embrace, his low voice, the firm scent of his skin, the dark eyes, everything about him was a fraction of peace for the pieces your mind fell apart into. He tried, but he found no success in saving you from yourself. The hours of agonizing waiting drew your thoughts away from food completely. You sat there, feeling the hands of the clock tick away your energy, feeling the loneliness and fear of the worst wrestle in your stomach. Or perhaps it was your stomach needing food, lashing out at you, haunting your mind with more terror as you left the hunger unanswered. You just waited, like a statue, an empty carving of a woman, hollowed by your own demons and desperately praying for your boyfriend to return safely to you. The moment he walks through the door is when you suddenly regain all ability to move, suddenly animated, suddenly alive. He kisses you, caresses you, draws you close to him as every sense recovers momentarily from the numbness. You needed him. But even as you lay in the bed under him, the man you love moving inside you, his lips raining steady kisses to your skin, you found no pleasure. It seemed too much like plain reassurance, like a form of reaffirming your reality rather than that blissful intimacy you once knew. No matter how he ravished you with his affections, your body hardly responded, stiff and awkwardly continuing in a familiar repetition of senseless intercourse. You just weren’t feeling it. Ever. But you didn’t want him to stop. The physical contact was nice. It kept you rooted in reality, kept you awake, kept you thinking of him. You fell victim to your own mind, thoughts shattering in the way of your gloomy pessimism and fretfulness. Sometimes you would forget things, like leaving behind that extra ingredient you swore to buy, finding a pack of tiny pills on the counter that still contained the ones you thought you ate, running the washing machine when the only thing in there was a sock you forgot to remove from the last use. You were done. Done with yourself, done with the world. There was one way you could think of to silence the horror of your mind, but you couldn’t do it before Soryu. You packed up and left, trying to let him believe you would live on- away from him and safe. This was the one thing you could focus on in a while, packing all of your belongings into one suitcase and choosing a time where he wasn’t home. You went straight to the water’s edge, knowing it wasn’t likely for you to be found here before you succeed. Half a bottle of wine and strong pills later, you open your eyes in the hospital. “She’s finally awake. Gosh.” Ota’s annoyed voice sounded by your ear. “She’s such a handful. Eisuke just had to send ME after her when HE thinks she’s looking off. And leave me with a puking mess.” Worthless. A handful. Absolutely useless. Luke gazed down at you calmly, with a gaze that subdued all the sinister and negative thoughts in your mind. He ordered you to rest, and informed you that he would speak to you when you woke again. He spoke to you about your condition, your pregnancy, and your future. All three things came as a shock, a stunning sort of feeling that you didn’t know you still had the capability to experience. You cried. You haven’t cried for a long time, being so numb and lacking in emotion. But you sobbed in Luke’s arms, begging him to help you, for once believing that you weren’t alone, suddenly desiring life more than ever as your hands clutch the photograph of your ultrasound. You begged him to keep it a secret from Soryu, pleading with the doctor that it would be safer for the child without the father’s background still looming over you. Luke didn’t like the idea, but was simply too frazzled by a sobbing, blubbering woman grabbing on to him for dear life, and complied. He gave you a business card, and shipped you off to London along with a sum of money. As you tried to refuse the graciousness, Luke smiled sheepishly and stuck his phone in his pocket. You could have sworn you saw Eisuke’s name on the screen before it disappeared between folds of fabric. “Consider it a gift from the baby’s two new godfathers.” You cried again, and left him in a mess as you hugged him, thanking him and Eisuke for their support, weeping your endless gratefulness into his shoulder.
“Why did you let her leave?” Soryu growled, masking his anguish and utter loss behind his fur as he grabbed his friend by the collar. Luke met his eyes with the same indifferent look he always seemed to bear. “She’s killing her self by staying.” Luke shoved Soryu back off of him, and the man let go as a rush of weakness flooded him. “I sent her to the most qualified woman I know. That is my judgement as a doctor, and it is not your certification to judge whether she will recover at your side.” The dark fire died in Soryu’s eyes, succumbing to the crushing defeat as he sank into the couch. He lost her. He pushed her to the brink of death and lost her to the fears he couldn’t quench. “__________….” “I know where she is staying.” Luke admitted. “She doesn’t want you to go seek her, but I can at least tell you that she is alive. “ “You think that’s a good thing?” Soryu snarled, glaring at the blond man. “I want her to be well, I want to protect her.” His voice cracked. “I’m supposed to. And now I have to depend on you to tell me she’s alive?” “Or Luke could tell you nothing at all.” Eisuke cut in. “Soryu, there wasn’t anything you were doing for her. Luke sending her away is better. Give her time to recover, and you can bring her home when she’s ready.” Soryu fell silent, his voice snuffed out in his throat as your disappearance settled into his chest as a permanent hollow. “I can go find her when she’s better.” He muttered to himself in a weakly convincing tone. “Yes, you can.” Eisuke put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and gripped tightly.
Heartbreak and crippling depression was nothing when you had the guidance of Luke’s talented friend. And there was Ryusei to take care of. You could finally focus enough to push the fearful thoughts out of your mind, to overcome your anxiety as the environment around you was safer, simpler, and you could take care of your newborn son. He was born to you in the most beautiful London winter, and you felt a long overdue sense of peace as you held him in your arms and gazed past the foggy glass at the drifting flakes. With the help from Luke’s old friend, Ms Ziegler, you were steadily recovering. Things started to regain their vividness, happier, worthy of your emotion. Especially Ryusei. He was quiet and peaceful as a baby, rarely crying, always giving everyone a happy little smile when he was held. He was the joy of your life, that positive aspect you retained from your time with Soryu as the passing months washed away your anxiety.
“She what?” Soryu roared. “I don’t know where she is anymore.” Luke said quietly. “You said you’d keep an eye out for her!” Soryu shouted his disbelief in the penthouse suite, pain twisting his words as they tore out of his lungs. “Angela told me this morning that she left. Sorry, Soryu.” “Where is she going?” “I don’t know. Angela wasn’t even told.”
- You had left a letter of love and thanks to your doctor before disappearing again with your son. You knew her connection to the people you didn’t want to contact in Japan, knew that she was keeping them updated about you, and you just weren’t ready to think about them again. You were not going to subject yourself that the environment that kindled your depression in the first place, not going to risk your son’s life with his father’s career. You put together the remaining money from Luke’s gift, and flew to your cousin in southern Japan.
“She might be headed back here?” Baba tried to sooth things over, but the calming voice wavered with his own uncertainty and worry at Soryu’s reaction. Ota glared at his friend, knowing full well that the possibility was slim. She wasn’t going to come back.
“Look, Ryusei, we’re home.” You smile at your son in your arms. Your cousin pulled your small suitcase behind you, patting your shoulder. “This place hasn’t been occupied for a while because the location isn’t that convenient. You staying here is at least giving it some purpose.” “I’ll pay you rent when I find a job.” You promised. She only smiles and ruffles your hair. “I’m in no rush for money. Do what you can, and I might just forget the rest, okay?” She winked and hugged you, giving you a familiar sense of family and hospitality that you missed so dearly.
She left London. But she won’t come home to me. She went somewhere without me because she can’t stand to be with me anymore. She’d rather suffer on her own. Soryu missed you. He missed the sweet voice greeting him as he came through the doors, missed sharing his happiness with the cheery attitude, missed that supportive and energetic woman who kept him in check. He was the one who killed that woman, who ground her cheerfulness away to brittle depression and fear. It was his fault. In the sheer helplessness, he tried to give himself hope, tried to convince himself that he had the power to fix things. That perhaps, his effort could lead you home.
Ryusei was a wonderful child. Mild tempered, polite, thoughtful, and appreciative of everything he had. It was never easy being a single mother, working at a restaurant, squeezing every paycheque to pay for food and necessities, managing to scrape a bit extra for rent as you didn’t like to abuse your cousin’s generosity. There was still nothing better than spending time with your son. He always drew, sketching pictures of plants and the strays that loved to surround him. He was tall for his age, with dark hair and the same ink coloured eyes as his father. They rippled with a calm tranquility though, unlike the steely fierceness Soyru always had. You were pleased about it. Maybe your son had a chance to live a normal life after all. The eyes shone the brightest when he spoke of what he wanted to do, to adopt all the animals, to become a veterinarian, to be the best in the world, to be recognized for intelligence and skill. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you couldn’t afford that sort of education for him. You would do anything you could to give him that opportunity, to let your son live up to what he can be. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think that it would be easier to hand Ryusei to his father. Soryu was wealthy, easily able to give him the best upbringing, letting him have the background and support to pursue his dreams. But you didn’t know how. You didn’t want to get Ryusei involved with all the crime that may set him on a different path. There were no guarantees of what could happen, and you couldn’t bear to leave your son so vulnerable.
It took Soryu a few years to fully detach himself from the Ice Dragons. He appointed another leader, oversaw the organization for a while, and withdrew his presence completely. He had other plans now, better plans, something that might give him a sliver more of a chance at reuniting with you. He looked out across the busy room now at Inui. The new floor manager, the once obedient and nervous young fellow had grown into a confident and capable man, holding a clipboard and running through the restaurant doing his checks. The scents of soy sauce and meat filled the air, accompanied by that wholesome scent of freshly steamed buns. People change for the better. He can too.
“Hey boss.” Inui passed Soryu a dish of shrimp dumplings fresh from the kitchen. “How is it looking out there?” “Lunch is rush is over. Cleanup is running pretty smoothly!” The man planted his hands on his hips proudly. “The new procedures actually streamlines the job.” “Nice.” Soryu ate. Inui grinned at his praise. “How does the dumpling skin taste?” He asked. “What do you mean?” Soryu looked down at his food. “Just try it and answer me.” “It’s chewy, but it doesn’t stick to my teeth.” Soryu paused and took another bite. “Very smooth too. But the lack of stickiness is very striking.” “We’re trying a new non-stick recipe in the kitchen.” Inui handed Soryu some files. “It should make the skins smoother and more chewable so it doesn’t stick to the teeth and turn gummy.” He flipped through the documents, reading the ingredient list and cost analysis. “Good job.” Soryu nodded.
Days flew by with Ryusei at your side. Laughing days, saddening days, days of joy, and days of worrying over his feverish state. You were fully recovered, able to enjoy your life as it was.
You were walking to pick up your son from class one day when you say him sitting on the school steps, cradling a black puppy in his arms. “Ryusei, where did you find it?” “I don’t know, mom.” He looked up at you with those soft dark eyes. “It seemed hungry and sad and it came to me.” It didn’t have a collar, and it buried its face into Ryusei’s shirt, letting the boy pet the matted fur. Small animals really loved his father too, you recalled achingly. The similarities were starting to show through more as Ryusei began to express himself more through language and action. A natural leader, quiet steadfastness, the ability to sympathize with and care for small animals, the intelligence and calculation behind a calm personality. “Let’s get it to a shelter.” You say gently as your son hops to his feet. The two of you head for the closest animal charity home, and some voices come around the corner.
“I don’t think this kind of place would be ideal to open another dim sum joint of yours.” Eisuke looked around, arms crossed, eyes scanning skeptically around the area of plain houses, cafes, and convenience stores. It wasn’t a big city like Tokyo. “The neighbourhood doesn’t have to be rich necessarily.” Soryu replied. “Our surveys say this is the most high demand location.” He looked up and down the street, taking in the crowds and blinking vehicle lights. Amidst the people, he could almost swear he saw a familiar face dip into his vision and vanish again. “__________.” He breathed out. It was a name Eisuke hasn’t heard in a while. He looked at his friend in shock. Soryu stared off into the distance, all thoughts lost, walking down the street in a trance like desperation as he looked for the glimpse he had and lost in the sea of people.
“Here we are, Ryusei.” You smile and he trots up to the doorway of the animal charity house. “Hey, no, wait!” The puppy, as if recognizing the place, squirms out of his arms. The boy, caught off guard, loses his grip and the black pup dashes away in search of more refuge.
“Small animals love you, Soryu.” Eisuke chuckled. Soryu frowned down at the puppy at his feet, tail curled between its legs and whimpering sadly. “Wait! Come back!” A boy’s voice called after the puppy, and Soryu saw a young child tear down the street, hurrying towards him.
“Sorry, Mister!” Ryusei extended his arms to the puppy, wiggling small fingers, coaxing it with a gentle and adoring voice.
It’s been a while since Soryu has heard a voice like that, tender and affectionate, promising never to hurt, singing to a broken soul to heal and protect them. Just like you. “Where’s your mother, boy?”
“Oh!” Ryes looked behind him, suddenly nervous at losing you when running. A breath of relief escaped him as he saw you catch up.
“Ryusei, you can’t just run off like that! You’re going to bump into people and hurt them and get lost!” You scold through hurried gasps of air as you grab onto your son. His young face was so bright, glowing up at you, a relief to see.
Soryu was speechless.
“_________.” You raise your head at Eisuke’s voice sounding over you, and something seeps into you, freezing you from the spine down to your limbs. Your gaze drifts from him to the man beside him, the face you dreamed of so many times, the figure you never thought you’d see again in your lifetime. He was as stunt as you were, staring at you with open disbelief. Everything coursed through his mind, how he missed you, how he just wanted to hold on to you in the desperate fear of losing you again. He needed something to root him to the ground as the world around him whirled out of his control and left him to sink into a spiral of hope and hopelessness. Every instinct told you to flee, and you grab Ryusei’s hand. “Come on.” You say quietly, unable to retract your gaze from Soryu’s face. “We have to go.” “The puppy!” “We have to GO.”
You’ve dreamed of seeing him, longed to reunite, but you couldn’t handle a meeting like this. The fear of his reaction, the memories of your depression, the horrid images of blood and violence, everything you left behind seven years ago caught up to you in the same instant, and you almost screamed. The silence dragged on in the streets, and Soryu shattered the unmoving scene as he gave in to his need and grabbed your arm. “___________…” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper.
You struggled, crying out in protest, begging him to let you go, wrenching your arm in his grasp. He stammered his own pleas, begging for you to listen, for you not to run away from him, for you to give him a chance. Voices flew between the two of you, missing their target of ears, lost in a simultaneous bout of expression for all the repressed emotions.
“Let go of my mom!”
Eisuke watched with amusement as the small boy punched Soryu in the stomach with all his strength. The child barrelled into Soryu, shoving him away from you, twisting on Soryu’s arm, trying to force him to release you. He did. Not because of the boy, but from the numbing chill at the terrified look in your eyes.
“Who are you?” Ryusei yelled up at him, clinging to Soryu’s arm with all his strength, glaring daggers. You shake your head at your son, rambling something about telling him to stop, that you had to leave, that he needed to let go and come to you. Words fell jumbled from your lips, frazzled in thought as you noticed, for the first time, the intense fire in the steel of your son’s eyes.
Soryu tried to reach for you, and Ryusei clung on, screaming. “Don’t hurt my mom!” Eisuke noticed the staring crowds, and turned to his friend . “Stop.” Soryu let his extended arm fall to his side, staring at you with endless longing. Ryusei let him go and scurried to your side, standing in front of you protectively. Eisuke was as composed and relaxed as ever as he raised an eyebrow at you. “_________, care to join us for a coffee?” “No! She doesn’t want to!” Ryusei snapped at Eisuke. “Why are you such a bully?” You lay a hand on Ryusei’s shoulder to calm him, and he falls silent, grabbing your fingertips in search of some reassurance. You squeeze his hand. “We have time for a coffee.” You manage to say.
The puppy had been brought with them to the cafe. Now it stomped over Eisuke’s shoes to curl up by Soryu’s legs. Eisuke studied the face of the boy. He looked familiar, a faint glimpse of Eisuke’s own childhood friend on the young face. “How old are you, boy?” “….” Ryusei pressed his lips together and said nothing. Eisuke was not used to being ignored, and glared at the child. The child glared back. “Ryusei is six.” You answered in his place.
Soryu sat there, his gaze fixed on you, picking up every detail about your face. The look of age ghosted across your face, a tired and strained look that tried to erode away the beauty he saw. But you were as beautiful as ever, perfectly genuine and loving as you held your son’s hand, perfect despite the seven years that escaped him. Seven years. He had lost you for seven years, letting you slip through his fingers, losing what he once held so dear. And now you were here, sitting in a coffeeshop, looking back at him with an expression of unreadable mixture of feelings, reigniting the love he tried keep build for so long. Here you were.
“You seem well, Soryu.” “Yes.” You flinch at his curt answer, the shortness of the word.
Soryu bit back the pleas that shook his voice, not wanting to scare you again. He draws in a deep breath, and you anticipate him to speak. He just exhaled with a dropping sigh. An awkward silence ensued, you ducking your head to avoid eye contact.
“Seriously, you two, get to it.” Eisuke folded his arms over his chest annoyedly, glancing at his watch. “_________, are you going to explain why you’ve kept Soryu’s kid away from him for all these years?” Soryu jolted in his seat as his attention finally went to the child sitting beside you. His son?” He could see the dark hair, the intense eyes under the bangs, churning with fire that sat beneath self control and patience. He did look a little like him. But Soryu couldn’t believe. You left him, you hated him, you went to seek a better life somewhere else, with someone else, certainly. He looked to you with a questioning gaze. “H-How do you think-“ Eisuke’s chuckle cuts you off. “You’re as easy to read as ever.” You chew your lip and turn to your son. He pats your hand gently, all the violence from him having retracted inside a decently behaved boy as he observed your attitude change towards the two strange men. He was a surprisingly mature child.
“____________…” Soryu called for you, the sound of your name so quiet, floating on a thread of possibility. “Is it true?”
You couldn’t look at him, not like this. Not after you and promised yourself you could be fine on your own, not after you tried to bury the unsettled feelings in your heart. You did love him. The circumstances took you away from him, forcing you to leave him and save yourself first. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks before you could control them, slipping off your lashes and trailing in a trickle over your skin. A rare tremor shook your shoulders, shaking loose the pent up feelings and anguish inside you as you cried. “Yes…” Soryu pressed against the table, leaning closer to you, trying to comfort you but losing his voice as the reality pressed onto him. How could you do this to him? How could you hide away whatever last chance he had at a family? How could you be so cold to leave him hanging on broken shards of his heart, to leave his affections unanswered for seven years?
“I’m sorry…” You coughed out, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands, finding more teardrops the more you tried to rub them out. “I needed to leave, I couldn’t live like that- I- I was selfish…” You’ve built yourself up so well over these years, raising Ryusei on your own, depending on no one but yourself, hardening the delicate young woman into a strong mother. In front of Soryu however, you were just you. Ryusei clung to you, rubbing your arm, sadly whispering at your side. “Don’t cry, mom.” He shot Soryu the dirtiest look he had. “Go away.” Ryusei spat out. “Go away. Both of you.” Soryu looked at his son sternly and answered. “No.” He reached out and took your hand in his. You gave it a yank, but he held tightly. “Did Luke know about Ryusei?” “Yes…” “Everyone knew but me?” “Yes…” You couldn’t hear anything but coldness in his voice, scaring you to the core. He couldn’t forgive you. He wouldn’t. Not after everything you’ve done. “How could you, ___________?” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… There was nothing else I could have done! I didn’t want to leave, Soryu.” “You still did.” “Leaving broke my heart.” You peer at him through the blur of tears. “But it kept me alive. It was for the better.” “The better?” He sounded skeptical, frustrated. “What could you have done? With a depressed girlfriend, an illegal career… what could you have done to promise your own child a safe life?” He had no answer, pinned to his seat with guilt and uselessness. You finally caught his gaze, meeting the tormented grey irises that swam with prayers. “Now… Now, ____________, can you come back?” Your heart trembles at the plea in his voice, not quite young enough to flutter but not quiet hard enough to not long for him. “…” “Soryu is running a dim sum business now, if you’re wondering.” Eisuke said. “He thought he wanted to be the average person with a restaurant since you hated his job so much. Well, that was after he got over the stage of trying to murder Luke.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, making a slight hick through your crying. The laughed sparked something in the air, making Soryu’s tensed form relax a little. “Can you come back, __________?” He asked again. “Soryu…” “Come home.” He looked down at the table where he was still gripping onto your hand. “I’ve missed you.”
A/N: SURPRISE IT’S 1AM AND I UPLOADED THE NEXT CHAPTER. WOW I’M ACTUAL SCUM I’M SO SORRY U GUYS THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG. I HAVE LIKE ACTUAL DEPRESSION AND HAVEN’T BEEN FEELING UP FOR IT SO I ONLY WROTE WHEN I GOT SUDDEN BURSTS OF ENERGY, WHICH WAS NEVER. BUT TONIGHT I HAD A LOT SO I WROTE IT AND I’M SO SO S O SORRY IF IT’S COMPLETE SHIT. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG.
Summary: Dan, an eighteen year old boy who has finally reached the age to be sold from the whorehouse he used to call home, is given to a man with dreamy blue eyes who makes this seem a lot less terrifying.
A/N: This is a little thing I thought of after 1x04. It was really quick and not meant to have much of a plot, but I really like the idea of a scene like this if Len had a SO. So, here it is!
You limped in, the weight of the twenty-something, half of FIRESTORM leaning on you as a crutch. Jax had been bleeding from his abdomen, but you, being the great person you are, was able to stop the bleeding enough to get him to the med-bay so Gideon could heal him or whatever the hell that futuristic AI does.
Sara, Kendra, Ray, and Len didn’t go on this mission to kill that timelord or timemaster (not like you knew the difference) who Rip had known from 2166. Ray and Len were on a different mission to get something from the banging physics lady who worked for Savage. You and Len are dating, you were someone who worked with ‘Captain Cold’ and ‘Heatwave’ occasionally and the Flash on the other half of the occasions. You were inducted into this time-traveling hit crew and decided to go because of the ‘time-travel’ reason, rather than the ‘save-the-future’ reason. It had been fun, until two people had died on the Wave Rider. However, right now, you were pissed.
One, you were pissed at Professor Stein for pushing Jax so much that Jax put himself in harm’s way just to defy him. Two, you couldn’t kill the bastard you had meant to because he zapped a button on his watch and he disappeared, and three, you heard from a little birdie that your boyfriend had kissed the little lady working for the evil future-dictator.
“You need to get to the med-bay immediately.” Rip said to Jax, who unhooked his arm from your shoulder and began walking to the med-bay. You started walking to the table/computer where Len was standing, waiting for everyone to come in. Your steps were heavy with anger and you walked to Len, who had turned to look at you.
“(y/n)-” Leonard didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence because, with a mind of it’s own, your fist had used all of your force to punch him in the jaw. Your body had leaned forward with the momentum and Len had doubled over, his hands going to hold his jaw.
“What the hell, (y/n)?” Ray asked, looking at you and Len with wide eyes. You and Ray hadn’t become close enough these past few weeks enough to see your true personality yet. Maybe this would be a good indicator.
You brought Len up by the collar of his black shirt and pulled him up to his full height, then slammed his back on the table. You leaned over to look him in his ice blue eyes.
“You kiss another person, besides me, willingly,” You made a quick glance at Ray who was staring at you with wide eyes, “I’ll shoot you with your own gun and take you to live with the polar bears. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” Len stated, not phased by being held down by you, but rather smirking.
“Good.” You said quickly, letting go of Len’s collar and leaning off of him to let him get up. He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders back, his blue parka shifting. You grabbed his chin with your fingers (with your throbbing hand from that damn punch) to make him look down at you. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” He responded. You smirked. Leonard Snart was a criminal who had maybe four people who cared more to him than money, and you were one of those people. You moved your hand from his chin to the back of his neck to bring him down to your height to press your lips against his in the umpteenth kiss the two of you have shared.
“You two have the weirdest relationship I have ever seen.” Ray stated from the side, where he had been watching you and Len.
“Better than what you have, Palmer.” You quipped at him after separating from your boyfriend, who would never dare do anything that would make you want to kill him. Except for a few things on his bucket list.
Deep in the Northern Fortress, a young man named Jakob sat by the fireplace, reading a book. He looked up and greeted an unknown individual.
“Ah. Welcome. Well if you’re hearing this, then let me be the first to say congratulations! You’ve recently been coerced- I mean hired by King Garon to work in the Northern Fortress. And this is your first official day of training.”
A young girl with pale hair in the style of a ponytail perked up. “Yay! My name’s Felicia! Do I get to be a maid for Lady Corrin now?”
Oh, the GF fandom just loves coming up with more Stanguish AUs. Since I wrote a quicky for Jim’s Ghost!Stan AU, I thought why not write a quicky for busket‘s Reverse Portal AU? So here’s the Stans talking after they deal with the Feds. I feel like things would have happen similarly to the way they did at the end of ATOTS
Stanley waved at the kids has Stanford motioned them to go to bed. It had been a long night for everyone and he definitely knew he and his brother needed to discuss a lot of things. Mabel quickly turned around and gave Stan one last big hug, not wanting to let go.
“Aww, please can we stay up! We just got a second grunkle!” she pleaded.
“Oh, don’t worry sweety! I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Stan said, patting her on her head with his arm. “Now off to bed.” She sniffled a bit but let go of him and scurried off. Dipper was waiting for her up the stairs and smiled one last time at the Stans before he too went into their bedroom.
A/N: ^^^^^^^^ I know a lot of people ship these two, but I’m gonna go with platonic but if you want to interpret it that way that’s cool too. Des: UF!Sans gets stuck “babysitting” US!Sans, but this little Blueberry is going to prove that he’s not just some kid. —————————————————————————————————
Sans sighed loudly, mumbling under his breath about he couldn’t believe he got babysitting this little, semi-adorable version of himself. He hated how Papyrus always wanted to cross timelines just to do business with other versions of himself. Yet, somehow, Sans always got stuck with the softer versions of himself.
Sans rested his chin on his hand, flipping through the channels on their small television. “You guys need some better cable.”
The smaller Sans glanced over at him, his starry eyes dim for once. “I’M NOT JUST SOME DUMB CHILD, YOU KNOW. I DON’T LIKE HAVING TO SIT WITH YOU JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DON’T LIKE TO SIT WITH ME.”
So let me tell you about the park yesterday.It was about 70 degrees Fahrenheit out and fairly nice. Well I decided to take my fiance’s dog (he is mine too now but it’s all good) to the park. Now he is about 60 pounds and he is a giant lump of a pug. My sister took our fucking cat Bear to the park…. He had a stroller but she took him out and held him on his collar and leash for awhile. I was left with the dog and the stroller. So i had to push the stroller to my fiance and Chance (the dog) decides he is done. So i ended up carrying the fucking dog and pushing this stupid stroller that doesn’t like to move and I was dying let me tell you. Chance was happy as fuck that he wasn’t walking though. I ended up get to my fiance and he was laughing at me. My sister met up with me and Bear was grabbed by some old lady (all my cats except one maybe two hate the elderly). Bear and my sister were gonna go home. So I ended up carrying Chance to my car and across the fucking park. I kept telling Chance “god you are lucky mommy loves you”. Once in my car I blasted the AC and Chance gave me his puggy smile knowing well I was tired as fuck from carrying him.
P.S. MY FUCKING SPINE TODAY KILLS TODAY GOD HE IS A GIANT BREAD LOAF
Jamie is pensively staring at the ocean. He still has feelings for Garnet, who despite spurning his advances, is still the giant amazon woman of his dreams.
Then, a tremor shakes the beach. Gulls fly off in fear and Jamie is knocked off his seat. A loud stomping noise, and out from the ocean flies a raging wave. Jamie scrambles upright to his knees and looks. Then looks up.
There she is, long rock star hair sopping wet, muscles bulging, fresh from the fight and ready to kick ass. Her scowl, her fierce eyes, her large, thick frame. She’s a GODDESS.
THEN- she notices him. Looking down her nose at the pathetic little human, she steps over the log and grabs him by the collar and demands one thing.
“Where’s Garnet?” she growls.
“G-garnet?” Jamie asks.
“DID I STUTTER, HUMAN?” she shakes him. “Where is that pathetic fusion?”
“S-she’s over there! In the temple!”
She drops him in the sand, her only “thank you” the fact she let him live. As Jamie gathers his bearings, stumbling to his feet as he watches the giant mystery woman storm the castle, he raises his arm to ask for pause.
“Who are you?” He says, enraptured.
The large woman turns her head and looks over her shoulder, her bright amber nose glinting in the sunlight. With a bemused smirk, she says,
Let me tell you about the other day and the judo Teddy Bear.
Haha I like this kid. We’re buds. He’s one of the heavy weights at my school with a heart of gold. Epitome of a gentle giant. He doesn’t say much to me, but he always gives me a great big hug when I get there. And he likes to retell the story of my last tournament to everyone who wasn’t there like it’s a grand old war story. So, obviously we’re pals. And ever since I surprised him and managed to tap him out once he’s treated me like a his kid sister. Which is fantastic.
So. The other night. Yikes. This is so ridiculous. One of the guys asked me if I wanted to make-out with him after practice. Yup. Right in the middle of practice. He walked up behind me and whispered it in my ear. “Girl, that was a good round. We should go somewhere and makeout after this.” Yeah, I know. (ps. the round wasn’t even with him) Who does that??? But he walked up to me really fast. And he put a hand on each of my shoulders and put his face really close to mine. I elbowed him in the stomach. A reflex. I promise. Some of the judo folks found out I’m ticklish, so sometimes they’ll walk up and poke me in the side. So I was already on the defensive. The hit wasn’t hard. I caught myself before I really got him. But it happened. And then I looked at him and, a little too loudly, told him NO. He flustered me. And that was SO inappropriate and unwarranted. I was mad. He laughed it off a little too awkwardly and I let him.
He messed with me a few more times before practice was over. Tapping on my shoulder when he walked by, poking me, trying to play fight. I was over it. I was so over it. I’ve already finished middle school, and I have no intentions of going back. Every time he approached me I had on my best go-away-now face and was giving him obvious hints to leave me alone. Teddy Bear noticed.
Kissy McGee came up to me after practice and tried to squeeze my side as he walked by. Except Teddy Bear was walking by at the same time, and without a second of hesitation he grabbed him by the back of the collar, put him in a seat belt hold and kept walking out of the room, like he wasn’t basically carrying a person. Teddy Bear nodded at me and told me to have a good night. And I did.
And this is why me and the Teddy Bear are buds. The best part is that one time I got to defended his honor in the middle of practice, so I think this makes us even now.
That time Jamie and Claire spent the night in a snow fort
I’m snowed in here in NYC - hope everyone is warm and dry and inside today!
“We mustn’t sleep; we’ll freeze to death.”
“No, we won’t,” he said crossly. “It’s snowing outside; we’ll be covered over soon.”
“I know that,” I said, rather cross in my turn. “What’s that got to do with it?”
He tried to turn his head to look at me, but couldn’t, quite.
“Snow’s cold if ye touch it,” he explained, striving for patience, “but it keeps the cold out, aye? Like a blanket. It’s a great deal warmer in a house that’s covered wi’ snow than one that’s standing clean in the wind. How d'ye think bears manage? They sleep in the winter, and they dinna freeze.”
“They have layers of fat,” I protested. “I thought that kept them warm.”
“Ha ha,” he said, and reaching back with some effort, grabbed me firmly by the bottom.
“Well, then, ye needna worry a bit, eh?”
With great deliberation I pulled down his collar, stretched my head up, and licked the back of his neck, in a lingering swipe from nape to hairline.
“Aaah!” He shuddered violently, making a sprinkle of snow fall from the branches above us.
He let go of my bottom to scrub at the back of his neck.
“That was a terrible thing to do!” he said, reproachful. “And me lyin’ here helpless as a log!”
“Bah, humbug,” I said. I nestled closer, feeling somewhat reassured.
Hey guys! This next one is just a short little imagine that is basically about making a mess with bubbles while Owen attempts to give your and his daughter a bath. Enjoy!
The water hadn’t been running a long time before you heard it shut off. But as the sound of it cleared, you heard something else- giggling.
You smiled to yourself- you loved the sound of your daughters laugh, but she was never usually too happy around bath time. In fact, she hated it.
You made your way over to the bathroom door, slowly peaking in. Owens back was turned towards you, blocking Emma from your view. He stood up on his knees, his sleeves rolled up and board shorts soaked. You smiled- you loved when Owen acted so sweet.
“Owen,” you said softly, slowly walking in.
He jumped, and Emma only laughed more. He turned around, a grin stretching across his cheeks. He had put bubbles all over his face, forming a beard, mustache, and bushy eyebrows. The front of his shirt was soaked with soap and water, and his hands were dripping wet, hanging over the bath tub.
“Oh, hey, y/n. I was just giving Emma a bath.”
You couldn’t help yourself- you bursted out laughing, doubling over with your hands on your stomach. “Owen-” you tried, “Owen, who are you trying to be? Santa?”
Emma laughed, pressing bubbles against her face at random, smiling up at you. Her teeth had all grown in- there were little gaps between them, as they were very tiny. Both Owen and you began laughing.
“Now you, mommy!” Emma laughed, holding up a big handful of bubbles for you.
Owen smirked, his bubbles sinking down his face, “yeah, mommy, your turn!”
You rolled your eyes at him and set down in front of the tub. “Emma, mommy just finished getting ready for bed- OWEN!”
Owen took the bubbles from Emma’s hands and pressed them against your face- where, surprisingly, they stayed. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ho ho ho,” Owen laughed, leaning towards you, “come on, Mrs. Clause. How about a kiss?”
You crossed your arms, facing Emma and smiling at her as she looked up at you. “What do you think, Emma? Should I let daddy kiss me and apologize?”
She giggled, nodding and holding her hands up by her chin happily.
“Alright, fine, daddy.” You turned towards him, puckering your lips and waiting for his to touch yours. You were surprised when they didn’t come- and equally as taken off guard when more bubbles did.
“OWEN!” You cried out, spitting out soapy bubbles. “Owen, that was not funny!”
Owen and Emma laughed, “yeah, it kinda was, babe.”
You rolled your eyes, “keep telling yourself that, Grady. You’ll regret this.”
He smirked, “oh yeah?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, annoyed- the bubbles and water had officially wrecked your shirt- and it was the most comfortable one you had, too. You had just washed it. You were planning on cuddling up in bed with Owen and watching a movie while Emma slept in her new twin bed- built generously by her Uncle Barry.
“Fine. I’ll finish Emma’s bath, and, if it means that much to you, I’ll go and wash your shirt.” He said apologetically, opening his eyes wide like a puppy dogs.
You sighed, “it’s fine, I’ll just put something else on.”
Emma frowned, “bath time over yet?” She asked.
You laughed, “in a minute, sweetheart. Just-” you grabbed a handful of the little bit of remaining bubbles there was left and shoved them in Owens face, laughing as he fell backwards and into his butt, coughing.
You frowned, “what, did you get it in your mou-” He interrupted you with a big kiss, which you promptly pulled away from, spitting again. He laughed.
“Ew!” Emma cried, “you spit all over me, mommy!”
You laughed, “I’m sorry, Emma, love. Daddy started it.”
Owen smirked, raising and eyebrow, “and we’ll finish it later, alright, Care-bear?” You had loved the nickname Owen had coined for Emma. You didn’t know where he had even heard the name- as he wasn’t one for watching her “baby” shows- but you just kinda went with it.
“Yeah, I think mommy’s gonna need another bath tonight.” You shrugged, rubbing her wet hair.
“But you could just dry off.” Emma said, tilting her head.
You smiled, “there’s soap, love, I have to get the soap off. Buts that’s okay. Daddy will put you to bed.”
Owen frowned, “I have soap all over me, too!”
You laughed, “well, you started it! I’ll expect you’ll be cleaning this mess up, too?” You motioned to the wet, slippery tiled floor.
He sighed, “I guess so, I guess so. Let’s go, Care-bear.” He picked up Emma and placed her on the ground, wrapping a towel around her. He stuck his tongue out at you, making her giggle.
Later that night, after Emma had fallen asleep, Owen returned to the bathroom, his clothes drenched. “I am so uncomfortable right now.”
You laughed, standing up from your place on the edge of the bath tub. You reached over and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to you. “You’ve been bad, Grady…”
He smiled, “yeah? You gonna teach me a lesson?”
“Don’t be cocky,” you said, pulling your shirt off, “close the door. Get in the tub.” You had filled it with fresh water.
He smirked, undressed, and did as he was told. You laughed, climbing in with him.
And then, laughing still, you covered his face in bubbles. He sat there, motionless, his eyes and mouth squeezed closed.
“I should’ve seen that one coming.”
I can't choose between 26 & 40 for Derek Morgan can you pick for me lol
Derek Morgan Imagine #26, 40
#26 “Bite me” “Well, if you insist”
#40 “Come over and make me then”
I decided to do both for you! lol
It was no secret that the office was full of banter and inappropriate behaviour. If it wasn’t Garcia and Derek Morgan, it was Garcia and Y/n and if not it was Y/n and Derek. Y/n and Derek were known for it and it always seemed to lighten the mood to see them bickering. No one completely understood why they did it, maybe it was because they had such similar personalities, yet were so different that they clashed. All the team knew was that the moment Y/n walked into the room Derek seemed to light up and it was as though a spark was ignited in him. Just being in a room with them for a short period of time was enough for anyone to know that something was there between them, they were both just too stubborn to do anything about it. Reid liked to say that they had a hard time expressing their feelings to each other so they instead mocked each other and angered each other. It was a constant state of pranks and teasing. It was something Derek had started when he spent a whole day while they were doing paperwork throwing things at her and teasing her when she became annoyed. To get revenge she had stayed later than everyone else and played with his chair so that when he sat down it would fall. To Y/n nothing beat the satisfaction she felt when the chair collapsed underneath him and everyone laughed. When he had immediately accused her of playing with it she admitted it and warned him not to underestimate a woman again. Y/n didn’t like that he questioned her and her abilities to do her job. It seemed as though he underestimated her skill level despite her perfect file and history. She was good at what she does and if there was one thing she hated it was being looked down on. Derek just found Y/n to be different. She wasn’t like the other members of the team. She seemed almost fearless in a sense, she always had this brave front. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to anyone, whether it be him, Hotch or even Strauss. She told it like it is, she always seemed to just know things and she had a mind of her own. She didn’t seem to take herself or the job too seriously. Even when they were working she was able to have a laugh and everyone liked that about her. She was like sunshine and everyone seemed to gravitate over to her. She always seemed so calm and level headed. He would never admit it, but Derek poked fun at her just so that he could see her eyes light up as there was a sense of fire in them. There was this determination and passion that showed in her eyes when she fought back or spoke about something she really cared about that he loved to see. It amazed him and it created a warm feeling inside him. Basically they challenged each other. It seemed almost like a contest to see who could out do the other. Whether it be drinking competitions, who could shoot the best, finish paperwork first, annoy Reid the most or just small little things throughout their day. It almost seemed to get worse once they were made partners. Banter over each others driving or coffee runs and who takes the longest to get in the car. It was frustrating yet amusing. They drove each other insane, yet they both looked forward to these little moments, they reveled in them.
“Morning Spencer.” Y/n messed up Reid’s hair in passing before planting herself on Derek’s desk. “Morning Y/n. Where is Morgan?” The words that escape his mouth cause Y/n to sigh dramatically. “He’s just behind me. He was stopped by a few girls while he was insulting me. Unfortunately he’s here.” Reid rolls his eyes at the genuine annoyance in her tone. “If I didn’t know any better I would say you’re jealous, Y/n” Y’n looks at him in shock. “Me? Jealous of what?” “Morgan’s admirers. You seem genuinely annoyed by their presence and that they interrupted you.” Reid had a point. Y/n couldn’t like Derek Morgan could she? He was annoying and full of himself. He liked to push every single one of her buttons and then tell her to calm down. He seemed to get enjoyment in torturing her. No she couldnt like him. “That’s disturbing, Spencer. It’s Morgan. He’s disgusting.” Y/n crinkles her nose theatrically in disgust making Reid laugh. “Your driving is terrifying, Y/l/n. Maybe you would have been more suited for a different profession, possibly a monster truck driver?” Derek walked up behind her with a smirk on his face as he teased her. Y/n raised her eyebrow in amusement, yet annoyance. “And you have room to talk there, Morgan? Are you trying to tell me that your driving is oh so amazing?” Her sarcasm was not lost on either of the two men, but was simply ignored. “Yes. I’m surprised I haven’t been killed by you’re driving, Y/l/n.” Y’n rolls her eyes and huffs. “It is a shame you haven’t been.” Derek puts a hand over his heart in mock offense as he sits in his chair. “And leave you here alone missing me? Never” Y/n leaned forward getting a good look in Derek’s eyes as she responded, “Bite me” Derek seemed to lean forward too as he took in her words. Her eyes held the fire he loved and it was almost like an adrenaline rush being around her. “Well, if you insist.” There was a suggestive tone to his words that caused Y/n to bring her foot to his chair and kick it back, pushing it away from her. Derek laughs heartily as he stops the chair. “Ugh you’re disgusting.” It wasn’t the first time Derek had made an inappropriate comment towards her and she doubted it would be the last. “Don’t be like that, babygirl. You know you like it.” This time he gave her a suggestive wink with his words. Crumpling up a piece of paper, Y/n threw it at him. “Shut up you perve.” Derek debated his next words in his head for a few seconds before responding. It was a bug chance that could either destroy things or it could light a spark. “Come over and make me then.” It took Y/n a second for the words to sink in. They were more then playful banter, they were a challenge. It was as though he was daring her to make a move, daring her shut him up. She knew that he didn’t think she would do it. He didn’t believe her, despite knowing that Y/n never turned down a challenge. It didn’t take long for Y/n to make up her mind. She knew the longer she thought about her actions before hand the more she would over think and she didn’t want to over think. In one swift movement she stands up and starts making her way over to where she pushed him. Standing right there in front of him, practically on top of him made her nervous. She was glad she wasn’t sweating. “ Fine, I will.” Taking her last bit of courage she grabs him by the collar of his shirts and smashes her lips to his. Without giving him a chance to process she kisses him passionately as though he was the only air she needed. His mind couldn’t process the fact that her lips were moving greedily against his with no response from him. It was almost cliche the way she took his breath away. Just as he was collecting his bearings and was about to kiss back she pulled away. “That should shut you up for a while.” She said catching her breath. Without another word she turned around and walked away towards Garcia’s office, her hips swinging as she went. “Did she just?” Derek stares after Y/n in shock. “Yes.” Reid was in awe. “She’s going to be the death of me.” Derek just knew it. If he didn’t die on the job she would kill him.