Dumbledore’s Army! I’d been wanting to do another watercolour portrait wall, and with the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter this year it seemed like the right choice (/great excuse) to draw these cool, dorky, brave kids <3
Request from @brieflybigwonderland: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!
Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
It had been a couple of years
since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t
have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and
given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this
meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in,
spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even
if the conversation soon turned to him.
But then he wouldn’t be Tony if
he didn’t boost his own ego.
Life couldn’t have been any
better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long
before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single
word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the
death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he
stepped into the lobby of the building.
Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever!
A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.
You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going.
Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.
Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-
“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak.
“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”
The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.
Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet.
“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.
Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.
The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.
A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.
The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands.
“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.”
Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.
Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.
You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground.
“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit.
Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him.
“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”
You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.
His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.
“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.
The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check.
It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.
“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.
The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.
“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home.
She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.
“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence.
Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.
The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.
“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”
Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.
You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.
Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.
“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.
You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.
“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.
For me, showers are one of my best times to reflect and get ready for the rest of the day. I leave energized and ready to conquer whatever else I have left.
But some times I don’t feel like doing anything. This is fine, when I don’t have anything really pressing to do. But right now, when I’ve got less than three weeks before I’m heading to work and college and responsibilities- I need to be focused and self-disciplined.
And while I’m a big fan of traditional positive magic, sometimes you need to light a fire under your own ass- and this is an easy spell for that.
You Will Need:
A candle/incense/wax melter- Use something that pays tribute to the element of fire. I prefer spicy scents or ones that ground. Pick what works for your intent.
Paper and pen.
A place to shower
Something to write with in the shower. Shower gel obviously works or washable markers.
A kick-ass playlist
Sigils to put in your shoes
A caffeinated beverage
A friend to hold you accountable
Offerings to your deities for assistance.
Before you start, make sure your intent is clear. Write down exactly what it is you want to accomplish, and the steps you’re going to take to get there. Ex: If you need to meal plan for the week, step 1 might be figuring out what you already have in your kitchen. You can’t reach a goal if you don’t know how to get there.
Light your candle/incense/wax melter in the place where you need to get the most work done. Fire is energizing and propelling. Paying tribute to this element will help reignite the spark you need to get shit done. Be sure to practice proper fire safety.
While taking your shower, focus on distractions and excuses holding you back as you scrub, cleansing them from your mind and body. Use body wash or a marker to write a word of intent, a phrase, or a sigil on the walls. As the warm water hits it, the spell will charge and activate.
Get out of the shower and get moving. Other options for this spell include having a motivational playlist to blast, putting sigils for energy and motion inside your shoes, combining this hex with my Law of Inertia spell or another energy boosting one, or leaving an offering to your deity in exchange for their help. The possibilities are endless. Try some non-magical means, by telling a friend that you have to do this thing, and ask them to check up on you. (My inbox is always open if you need to!)
A word of advice:
I call this a hex because sometimes you have to channel negative energy towards something to get things done. For me, I have to be really strict with myself on occasion, but the important thing is to not be too harsh. You know yourself best, your own limitations and abilities. Sometimes you know are being lazy and could be doing more, and other times you are facing complications due to depression, chronic fatigue, or other issues you have no control over. Know when you need to push yourself and when you need to let yourself relax a little. It’s different for everyone, which is why I recommend really taking stock of the entire situation and circumstances before committing to a spell.
I hope this helps you get moving and get everything done that you need to. Many blessings! - Kate
As promised, here are headcanons I keep for Alphas
~Alphas aren’t the most possessive (it’s Omegas) they just have the most physical and loud reaction
~ Alphas are very territorial though, so they don’t usually get defensive unless they feel someone is encroaching
~ Alphas loose their rational side when their omega is in heat. Though if they plug up their nose it helps if they need to get home
~ Alphas usually have more Beta friends than anything. Because they will subconsciously (or consciously) compete with Alphas. And an Omega mate doesn’t like their Alpha with Omegas friends
~ Alphas are normally less social than Omegas, nobody really knows why.
~ Female Alphas cannot have kids (like a male omega can’t get someone preggers)
~ Female Alphas are usually just as tall as males
~ Alphas (all mates) cannot abused or neglect a mate, because their mates scent requires them to protect and provide.
~ Alphas love ‘Take your kid to work day’ if you think new omega moms show off their kids, you ain’t ever seen a proud papa
~ Alphas naturally take on leadership rolls, like in a crisis they will be able to step up and get things done the most naturally. Not to say betas and omegas can’t, it just comes more naturally to an Alpha
~ Contrary to what Alphas in HS tell you they don’t sleep around, it’s considered a horrible offense and their destined mate could potentially reject them.
That’s all I got for rn, hope y'all enjoy 😊
Let me know your HCs for the dynamics
Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!
“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.
“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.
They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.
“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.
“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.
“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.
“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.
“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.
“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.
A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans
A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!
“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.
“How was work?”
She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”
Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”
John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”
“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”
He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”
“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”
“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.
Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”
“It’s great to be here, Laf.”
“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.
“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”
“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”
Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”
“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”
Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”
She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”
He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”
“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”
She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.
“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”
“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”
He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”
She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.
“HEY!” he called back to them.
She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”
Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.
“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”
“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”
Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.
“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.
Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”
She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.
“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.
“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”
She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”
“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.
“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.
“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”
Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”
John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”
“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”
Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.
“I’m home, mon cheris!”’
John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.
“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.
“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.
“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.
“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”
Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”
“Where are we going?”
Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”
Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”
“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”
Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.
“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”
“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.
“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”
“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”
Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”
“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.
She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”
He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”
“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”
“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”
Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”
She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”
“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.
“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”
Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”
“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.
Because I still see a lot of people commenting over his supposed Good Ending and wanna clarify and hope people see this.
The ending everyone gets where he stays with Mary and ends your relationship is NOT his good ending. The scene at the final party plays out differently compared to every other good ending.
For every good ending you always say hi to the other party guests, then Amanda and you have your moment then she is always like “Someone is waiting for you.” and points and your dad of choice is at the tree and you get to share a cute moment and watch the sun set. This is true of every dad except Joseph. His scene always plays out where you talk to the guests, then see Joseph and get your heart broken then Amanda comes over and runs through her scene and you watch the sunset together. This suggests that the ending you are all getting is not his good end and the ending pinups are simply rewards for completing all three dates with your dad of choice, not an indicator that you got their good ending.
So yeah we haven’t gotten it yet. It requires the player to talk to another dad to flag Joseph’s good ending. The writer for Joseph has confirmed this. Many people believe it centers around the Walk Mary Home scenario but so far everyone ends up having her leave mad. People also believe it requires you to hang with Robert since on his first date you hang with Mary too.
Personally I have played the game with Robert date #1 then did all of Joseph’s and still did not flag the good ending but I believe the key is simply the order in which you do things.
One thing I noticed is that you get two times to basically check out all Joseph’s stuff. The first time is on date one at his house while he’s in the kitchen. Nothing really seems to come of this other than learning a little about Mary and Joseph. The second time you do this is on the yacht and if you are thorough you can make the connection that Joseph has been living on the yacht and also find out he’s into sexy detective romance novels and can ask him about it later. So why does the second time you rummage through his personal things give you a new dialogue option and not the first time? Maybe because it’s supposed to open up options for Mary.
So my plan is to do Joseph’s first date first so you can get more insight into Mary and Joseph’s relationship THEN hang with Robert and Mary THEN finish Joseph. I’m also going to aim to be very positive with Mary and not antagonize her at all and hope that if I open up new dialogue it can change the outcome of walking her home. The goal being I need to get both parties to understand they need to probably end this unhappy mess they are in.
If anyone has done this specific order choosing different dialogue and it still doesn’t work let me know. It’s possible the game is truly bugged but it feels like it’s more about the order of things. I will post about my findings once I have a chance to play tonight.
(Side note: Has anyone gotten any extra info about the silver necklace you see on the floor of Joseph’s place and if so WHERE?)
(Side note#2: I have gone on so many forums, searched youtube comments and Tumblr posts and have tried to base this all on what I’ve read and seen others do so if I’m missing any info please let me know. I INTEND TO CRACK THIS CASE)
SO HAPPY I GOT THIS DONE IN TIME FOR TRIMMER TUESDAY~ This turned out much longer, and more in-depth than I’d kind of envisioned it. Granted I pretty much had no idea what I was doing when I started writing, but eeeehhhhhh *shrugs* Hope you all enjoy it ^^
You glanced at the towers of boxes that cluttered your new apartment. You sighed for what felt the millionth time. You had been in Montreal for a week and nothing had seemed to be done. It didn’t help that Jordie wasn’t much help, neither was the 3 month old you held to your chest.
The call that meant the trade of your husband could not have come at a worse time. It was in the middle the season and just days after your daughter was born. Jordie had to fly to Montreal right away and you were left behind to pack up your life.
You had to pack the beautiful nursery you worked so hard on, all the memories you had built in the home you had spent years with Jordie. You did this all while handling every feeding and endless nights.
You were emotionally and physically worn out. Saying goodbye to your family and friends and the 4-hour flight with a screaming newborn took it out of you. You had thought Jordie would jump at the chance to help with Joley but he was still grumpy over the trade and trying to bond with his teammates.
You were alone in a foreign city with a newborn. You thought you would come to a homey apartment but it couldn’t feel more cold.
You rocked the newborn pressed to your chest as you took a sip from your coffee. It was Sunday and no games were scheduled for the next two days. You were going to take the opportunity to hopefully get Jordie to spend time with you and help get things done.
That was until Jordie came downstairs fully dressed focused on whatever was on his phone screen.
“I am going out with some of the guys. Some lunch or something.” He stated without even looking up from his phone.
You sighed once more putting Joley in the rocker. “I was hoping to actually put together her crib today. I really want to get her nursery done.”
“It will get done eventually Y/N. I need to spend time with the guys right now.” He quipped pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Didn’t you do enough bonding the two months I wasn’t here?” You questioned not hiding your frustration.
“It doesn’t work like that and you know it. I’ll be home later.” He quipped and like that he was gone. He didn’t even let you argue anymore. You groaned hitting the counter. You mentally kicked yourself when Joley started to cry from her place. You made your way over and picked her up.
“It’s just you and me baby girl, like usual.” You kissed her head and made your way upstairs. You were determined to get work done today.
You laid out a blanket on the floor with a few toys and sat down yourself to get working on the crib.
After an hour and only a half built crib, with every bang of your hammer, the anger built up higher.
The door was a bit heavier than anticipated. Nervous fingers gripped the handle as I entered the surprisingly bare building, leaving me with minimal signs to lead me to my audition.
I had been acting for a decent amount of time, but I had been out of practice lately due to work and college overtaking most of my life at this point. I really missed the stage though, so I figured when I heard auditions for a new tv show were being held in town, the opportunity to perform for someone would satisfy the urge.
I didn’t expect much, after all, I had been about a year out of practice– rusty. But after the first three auditions, I seemed to be getting closer and closer to actually getting the role. They let me know that this time, they had a script ready, and would have me reading with a few people they were considering for other roles.
I manage to find the office I needed, a large room that was filled with at least fifteen other people. Looked like they were expecting more. All girls– mostly blondes.
I suddenly felt more self-conscious, not feeling as confident as I had when I had walked in. I pushed the thoughts away, silently wishing them all luck as I head to the front desk letting them know I were here.
Turned out I was the last girl to come in. I scold myself after being so late compared to everyone else, that wasn’t any way to make an impression on these people.
After me, a few boys walked in, they were being taken into a separate room from the girls. The ones waiting mumbled about how they had already picked who the lead male was going to be. Some big celebrity apparently. I doubt whoever it was would have the time to cold read this early in the audition process, but my mind still wandered off to who it could be.
As people came and went into the audition room, I noticed most left with blushed cheeks and small smiles on their faces. Almost every audition you had ever been to end with a few completely sobbing messes, and this was no exception.
“Naomi?” I look up at the middle age woman with kind eyes and make my way to her. I can hear my heart racing in my ears as I enter the room, making sure to give her a smile. We make small talk as she leads me over to the judge’s table.
“My name’s Marta Kauffman, I’m one of the writers on the show along with a few of my friends Greg Daniels, David Crane, and Mark Brazill. There are a few more writing with us, but today it’s just us!” The names ring a bell, all from some of your favorite shows. You all exchange hello’s and good luck’s as they hand you a script.
“You’ll be reading for Julia, she’s funny, we haven’t really decided her exact personality type yet so you can experiment,” Mark explains.
“You might have heard that we’ve already cast the male lead, we managed to snag him up for these auditions, see how the chemistry is between you two. He’ll be back shortly, until then you can read through the script– there’s a room right over there you can practice in. We’ll send him in there once he’s back.” Greg chimes in with a smile.
“Okay, thank you so much!” I smile at all of them, heading into the small practice room, noticing there’s a body length mirror provided. Immediately I start reading, hoping to get to read through the page before whoever-it-is comes into the room. You mouth the words as you read along the lines, noticing this is a flirty type of scene– more on the platonic side, though.
I shift my weight over to the side as I stand in front of the mirror, watching my facials as I review the lines. As I keep reading, I hear a click of the door. As I look up I notice the familiar brown curls and green eyes I had only seen in pictures up until now. My chest constricts and I force a smile on my face, praying I don’t look as star-struck as I feel. A smile tugs the edges of his mouth upwards and he stretches out a hand.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Harry. We’re gonna fall in love.”
Hello! I hope this wasn’t too boring or too awful to read. I know Harry wasn’t in this part too much, but I had to get the backstory started. I promise he’ll be in it more in later chapters. I’m not too sure when I’ll be uploading next, since school and work really are overtaking my life right now. But if you guys enjoyed it I’ll definitely be more motivated to get it done sooner! Feedback is always welcome! Also if you’d let me know whether you guys like first, second or third person better, I struggled choosing which one I should use. Anyways, I’ll try and be quick with putting part 2 up since this one was pretty boring, until then!
Everyone stood in silence for a moment trying to summarize
what had happened in their heads. Adrianna had kissed Jungkook, you walked out,
and somehow no one had gotten into a fist fight. Adrianna had been escorted out
by Se Jun and the guys all looked at Jungkook. The frenzy of the moment and the
chaos that ensued had not been completely digested, so the guys stood
completely still. Before any of them could say anything, Jungkook stood up.
I need to go after her
and don’t you dare try to hold me back. He growled as he made his way out
the door. His mind was in a panic and his heart was beating a million beats per
second, he couldn’t breathe and yet he seemed completely calm. The guys
followed him out of the shop as he briskly walked away from the place that
caused him so much pain. The guys continued to walk with him, all wanting to
ask him questions. God! He stopped
and looked at the group. If any of you
would have listened to me, you would know that the reason I came here with
Adrianna was to tell her that Y/N and I are dating. When I told her, Adrianna
just went off the damn wall! She started cussing about Y/N and saying all this
shit and I was ready to blow her through the roof! Then she fucking kissed me
and now I can’t get that disgusting taste out of my mouth. So PLEASE let me go
talk to my girlfriend, because I can’t think of what is going through her head
right now. The guys all stood back and watched as Jungkook went into a full
sprint into the night.
Hobi turned to the group and sighed, throwing a hand through
his hair as his shoulders slumped.
We fucked up didn’t
we? He asked and Jimin shrugged, the rest of the group looked down at the
ground. Namjoon had started to kick at the gravelly sidewalk.
We probably should
have let him talk before getting pissed at him about Adrianna. Jimin
replied, but Namjoon shook his head.
He could have done
this differently, I’m standing by my actions. I feel like the more I learn
about Y/N, the more she reminds me of my little sister and I just have this
need to protect her. Namjoon said with a huff and Jin rubbed his shoulder.
But we still need to
listen to Jungkook. Jin responded to Namjoon, who sighed, giving into Jin’s
usual nurturing ways.
I just hope they can
work it out. Tae said, to which he got a resounding agreement. The group
looked back at where they had watched Jungkook run off, he was no longer in
Se Jun walked up to them, visibly scaring Jin.
Sorry about that, Jin.
He murmured and looked in the direction the guys were staring. Everything okay? He asked and the guys
didn’t need specification to know what he was asking about.
Jungkook ran off to
catch up with Y/N, we’re just hoping everything works out. Jimin replied
and Se Jun nodded.
How did everything go
with the bitch? Tae asked, getting a couple chuckles from Namjoon and
Adrianna was very
apologetic after the fact, she was saying she got caught up in the moment or
some bullshit like that. I have already told the higher ups and we will discuss
if a restraining order needs to be put into the works. He rattled off and
the guys nodded. Crazy fans was something they had to work with a lot, but in
this case, there was a certain fire in them to make Adrianna’s life a little
Can we restrain her
from Korea? Hobi asked, which caused an eruption of laughter, and Se Jun
just shaking his head as he chuckled with the group. Even when the group was in
a bit of distress, they always turned to each other to lean on, it made these
moments less desolating. However, the entire group couldn’t shake the worry
they had for you and Jungkook as they made their way home in the night.
Your mind went at a rapid pace as you walked down the
street. You could hear the racing footsteps behind you, but you really didn’t
want to talk. Continuing down the path, you started to pick up the pace as you approached
your apartment building. Grabbing the handle of the door, you wanted nothing more
than to fall into your bed, wrap yourself in a blanket, and try to forget
everything. You wanted to forget that your friend had betrayed you, forget that
your boyfriend was upset, and forget how you could have avoided this. A lot had
happened and it felt like years of anger and resentment had all accumulated to
a few simple hours of chaos.
Your head hurt, your body ached, and your eyes stung from
trying to hold back the tears. You were never the type to let your world fall
apart over a guy, but in the past couple of months, you had seen Jungkook for
everything he was. He would come over after practice, sweaty and beaten down,
he would harp about a difficult routine or tell you about the extensive amount
of work that went into his job, but then he would smile. It was that smile that
you had began to live for and cherish. The way his eyes would light up as he
looked at you. The way he would say it was all better now that you are around. It was a simple thing, a smile, that made
your entire day seem a little brighter. You would have a shitty day at work, but
you were able to forget it once you saw Jungkook, and saw that beautiful, bunny
toothed grin. Now you didn’t know if you were going to see that smile again and
your heart shattered even more just thinking about it.
As you went to open the door, a hand covered yours stopping
you from entering the building. Taking a deep breath you looked behind you to
see Jungkook’s face, but no smile was in sight.
Requested: “Fix you or us against the world by Coldplay!”
A/N: In case you don’t know, recently I’ve been writing imagines based on songs and I’ve previously asked for people to send
in song requests. Thank you to those who have sent in songs, I’m working hard on getting all my requests done! For this one, I decided with Us Against the World, and this song could have millions of different meanings depending on the person listening to it, so this imagine is just based off of what I get out of the song. And so basically to explain it a little, this is a story about Y/N being scared to start a more serious relationship with someone. (Shawn ) Love is a scary thing, but eventually she lets herself fall into it because its pointless to fight back. I hope it makes sense lol
The tightrope that I’m walking just sways and ties, the devil as he’s talking with those angel eyes
Thump, thump, thump. The pounding of her heart was all she could hear, all she could feel. She was numb to his touch, numb to his words and she stood still against the wall as he kissed up her neck, over and over leaving small marks behind. She didn’t move one inch, she couldn’t. He on the other hand was so enraptured with her body, continuing to wrap his hands around her waist and use his tongue on her skin. They had spent a little too much time together alone and it lead to this moment, this moment she had feared since they first held hands. She knew that inviting him over to watch an innocent movie would end like this, she knew he would end up leaving her the morning after just like everyone else did. She wanted to please him, she watched his eyes on her in the beginning and she wanted to touch him back, harder than he was touching her but she knew she couldn’t, she would regret it right away.
“Stop.” She finally let the words escape her mouth, and her eyes were starting to become wet, she was beginning to lose herself.
He pulled his head away from her neck and his tight grip loosened.
“Is everything okay?” He looked at her, watched her carefully placing a hand under her chin.
She quickly shook her head before pushing his hands away and running into the bathroom, grabbing her tee shirt that he had thrown on the floor minutes before this. She locked the door, and the tears she tried so hard to fight were pouring out now, she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror.
Like a river to a raindrop
There was no way to describe perfectly what she felt. She could barely believe she even got this far, far enough to let him remove her shirt.
“Y/N?” He called out to her and knocked on the bathroom door. How was she going to answer? What would she say? She felt so small compared to the rest of the world, so small compared to him. She was nothing, nothing but a small raindrop that people had umbrellas to shield themselves from. He was a river, the beautiful kind that people received their water from.
“What happened? I’m sorry, did I do something?”
His words melted her heart, and she wanted so badly to believe that he meant them, she wanted to believe he was here for her, and not just her body.
“Please go home Shawn, I’m sorry.”
Saying his name aloud finally, kicked the air out of her. She wanted him, she wanted to say his name forever but she was simply scared.
“No way, not until you tell me what’s going on. Let me help you okay? I’m right here, everything’s okay.”
She was pacing back and forth now, convincing herself it was okay to open the door and to let him in. Her emotions finally got the best of her and she didn’t open up, but she reached over and unlocked the bathroom door. As soon as she did, she stepped back and Shawn was already running over to her, wrapping himself around her tiny figure.
Just erode us in the rain and see roses
Time went by much faster when she was being taken care of. She was so used to wasting days, wasting time on beating herself up that she didn’t know it was already almost 10pm and Shawn was probably going to be heading home soon. It was only 45 minutes ago when she had her own little breakdown and probably made Shawn feel uncomfortable. He didn’t say anything though, he didn’t even ask her to talk about it. He simply rubbed his hands against her back and kept repeating the same words into the echoey bathroom; “Everything is okay. You’re okay.”
He turned on the water in the bathtub and told her to relax, to think about something else. She normally would’ve responded to him by saying thank you and then just asking him to leave. But she felt safe, secure. She felt like maybe he did actually care and although that was a scary feeling she was willing to take that small risk. Even if it wasn’t real, she just needed it to feel real for right now. So she took a short bath and Shawn waited for her in her bedroom, with clothes layed out on her bed. Now she sat next to him on the carpeted floor in her cozy room with her head on his shoulder, the TV quietly playing.
“Thank you. You don’t have to stay here.” She whispered sheepishly, picking her head up and looking at him, wishing she could better thank him for putting up with her.
“I don’t have to, but I’m going to.” He said simply.
“I’m fine, Shawn. I just got a little nervous, and I was reminded of some past experiences and so I panicked.” She looked at the ground as she spoke, trying to avoid breaking down again.
“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
She didn’t respond, because she didn’t know how to. So they sat in silence, as she leaned her head back over onto his shoulder.
“I love you.” The words came out quick, but smoothly. She picked her head back up and looked at him. Most I love you’s only came from siblings or parents, or best friends. She was so surprised it was like all her pain was washed away with the rain outside. The thorns cutting into her heart were suddenly replaced with roses and everything was beautiful. When someone you can picture your life with says those three words it catches you off guard. And so she blinked away tears, figuring out how she was going to respond.
She didn’t say anything at all, instead she kissed him. Grabbed his face into her hands and kissed him hard. He kissed backed. It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t the “I wanna have sex now!” type of kiss, it was everything else. It was pure, it was innocent. It was love and she felt like it was him and her against the world.
Uh I dunno dude whatever characters you want to write for. Whatever ur feelin. And maybe some dynamics between groups or people if this is like a mob setting??? I just. Really dunno man whatever u want
Hey friend I don’t really know all that much about mobfell so can we have some general headcanons about characters???
Thank you for clarifying, anon! I don’t know if I’ll be able to get relationship dynamics in very well, but I’m going to try!!
-Big Fella (Sans)-
-Tall as heck (like… 7′2)
-Really bulky frame. You know bara Sans? Yeah that’s BF.
-Typically wears suit pants and a button-up that isn’t always buttoned up completely, and often wears his tie untied and hanging loosely around his neck. His disheveled appearance drives Fell insane.
-Can usually find an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth. He doesn’t smoke, he just likes the taste of the paper, so he often chews on one until the end is torn to shreds and can’t hold the tobacco inside anymore.
Skill set in the Family
-Usually deals with the weapons deals.
-Can spot a shitty gun a mile away
-Keeps all of his “Business Interactions” face to face. He doesn’t trust technology or the written word. Makes it harder for him to make sure he isn’t lied to or to intimidate if he needs to.
-Occasionally sent with Fell to retrieve someone with intel as the muscle. Usually only needs to stand close to his brother to get the target to cooperate.
-Likes one night stands to relieve stress. He’s okay with having a fuck buddy, but he finds it easier not to get attached to too many people at a time. Never know when they might get hurt or leave him, willingly or not.
-Honestly not the greatest with expressing his emotions. BF mostly hides how he feels behind shitty jokes and pick up lines. It’s easier for everyone else if they didn’t have to worry about how shitty he feels on top of not getting killed and keeping the family in power.
-More likely to lash out when he’s cornered. Only Fell and Asster can back him into a corner without risk of getting hurt.
-He has really bad anxiety whenever his brother get’s a “job” and usually ends up going to Grillby’s to get drunk only to leave with a strange monster/person hanging all over him.
-Honestly hates his lifestyle, but he can’t bring himself to leave his dad and brother behind.
-Taller than heck. (7′7. He towers over literally everything.)
-Not exactly a bulky bara build like BF, but isn’t necessarily lanky either. Got a little weight to his build, but isn’t so big that he appears intimidating without even being seen. (think how you see those assholes slow turning around because a giant shadow appeared in front of them. Yeah, not that. That’s BF)
-Impeccably dressed always, even when he’s dressed down. Everything has its place and while he won’t freak if the neatness gets messed up, he definitely won’t be happy. (”Oh, great. You’ve gotten blood all over my pressed shirt. I had just gotten this one back from Woshua’s Dry-Cleaning. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to get blood out from white cotton?” etc etc.)
-Wears those fancy black gloves you can find being worn in like the 1920′s. Mostly for the fashion statement–he’s gotta dress to the nines after all–but also because he really doesn’t like feeling flesh give under his fists when he’s on a job. Makes him feel queasy, thinking about the skin and/or fur ripping apart because of his bones. Honestly, he’s doing his targets a favor, if you really think about it.
Skill set in the Family
-Fell is the one they send out when they need information from a particularly difficult person/set of people.
-Basically he specializes in beatings and torture, in the more extreme cases.
-Prefers to keep things more casual despite his formal appearance. Claims it’s because he finds the smack talk his targets throws at him amusing. Really, he just doesn’t like expending energy figuring out how to torture the target when it could be much better used to take care of his brother with his self destructive habits.
-Also takes care of paperwork due to his need to keep things neat and organized.
-Very thorough in any job he’s given. Makes him well respected within the family, and well feared by his enemies.
-Speaks in a posh type of manner. (As you’d expect from someone naturally formal. Think what you’d expect to hear at one of those high class fancy parties)
-Extremely observant when it comes to his brother. He is very well aware that BF has a habit of drowning his anxiety in booze and sex.
-One of only two people capable of reading BF like a book. Makes shitty jokes when he sees that his brother is really tense or nervous to help him relax.
-Massive, well deserved, ego. Tries to refrain from bragging about it how good he is at his job around people he doesn’t know, but calls himself a Master when in familiar company–friend or foe, it doesn’t make a difference, he’s gonna brag.
-More likely to drink until he blacks out when he had a job where he had to move to torture. He honestly does not like that part of his job description, but he deals with it anyway for the good of the family.
-Otherwise unaffected by what his career choice. It puts food on the table, and keeps him from being idle, as long as his lifestyle has those benefits, he couldn’t care less.
-Kinda rough around the edges when it comes to complete strangers. He gets awkward, and prefers to remain silent and let his brother or father do all the talking. Glares at anyone who gets too close. He’s not very approachable, honestly.
-Way nicer than anyone expects. Has, on many, many occasions talked his brother down from an anxiety attack after a particularly bad nightmare.
-When BF gets a really bad low day, he makes sure the both of them are free for the day and puts on science documentaries for his brother to watch while he cooks. Honestly, Fell is a huge sweetheart under all that edge.
(Haven’t really thought about his appearance, but he pretty much looks just like Bosster with a rougher aura and grumpier facial expressions)
Skill Set in the Family
-Like Bosster, Asster is the true, but unidentified, mob boss.
-He is presumed to be dead by most members of the family so he can keep a better grip on what information can be spread if and when someone gets themselves caught.
-Really good at manipulating and controlling the flow of information within the family.
-Honestly a huge asshole towards anyone and everyone he interacts with.
-Not abusive or toxic, necessarily, but he’s definitely not pleasant to be around.
-Has a really dry sense of humor, and is never amused by the puns or shitty one liners his eldest son drops when they are all in one place.
-Cares about both of his sons, and is proud of what they’ve accomplished, he just struggles with showing it. Think a tsundere, but not as obvious and not nearly as cringy.
-The other person able to read BF like a book. Gets his son to relax when he’s stressed about a job and it’s possible negative outcomes by insulting him and telling him “Do you really think you’re that pathetic? God, how are you supposed to get any shit done with that constant worrying? It’s disgusting.”
-Only BF and Fell can really understand the true meaning behind his scathing words. They still think he’s an asshole though. Asster doesn’t mind, frankly he agrees with them.
-Well aware of how big of a douche he is and doesn’t really care. With the shit he has to do, it’s better to have a tough persona. It’s just easier for him because he’s not pretending.
-Actually high-key protective of his family. No one targets the skeleton brothers. His enemies don’t really know why that’s a rule, not after the near decade he’s been believed to be dead, but they still follow it religiously.
-Honestly just looks Underfell Grillby. There really isn’t much of a difference between the two when it comes to appearance.
Skill Set in the Family
-He’s the outlet for any illegal booze they get a hold of to be sold.
-Also has a separate part of the bar dedicated to illegal gambling.
-Basically a mashup between Fell and Tale Grillby when it comes how he appears at work.
-Doesn’t give a shit if there’s a fight in his bar, as long as there’s no outright murder. He still wants customers, damn it.
-May have caused a fight or two himself, honestly. He takes zero bullshit from customers and he isn’t nice about telling them to leave.
-Prefers to keep to himself, so it’s honestly a miracle he’s friends with someone as loud and friendly as BF tends to be.
-Would actually do anything for BF and vice versa, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t gripe about it if BF asked for a favor.
-Has a very very good memory, so just because he doesn’t keep a physical record of the tabs people have started doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember every single person who owes him money and how much.
-Doesn’t let BF know about this so he doesn’t feel like he’s accepting charity on his worse days. (BF probably has a tab somewhere close to the ten thousands, but GB just ignores it for the most part. He still accepts and pushes for payment from BF when he’s not in there to drown out his problems though.)
-Thinks it’s hilarious when other people get mad to be perfectly honest. As a result he tends to goad anyone he thinks has a short temper.
-Has almost no temper to speak of, and no one has ever seen him mad, only calm and indifferent. It’s terrifying to most how levelheaded he seems to be despite his iron fist reputation when it comes to his bar.
Here you go anon, I hope you like these! It took me like two and a half hours to get these done, so I’m not including anymore on this particular post, but if you want more general headcanons please let me know, because I had a lot fun! But specify who you want, okay? I like having a general idea in mind of who I’m working with when I write these.
[July 8th, 2017]
I wish I could do more than just two pages of notes a day but my brain won’t let me go any further
I just hope I can manage my time well enough so I can get this done before I have to hand it in a little over a month from now
Request- work scenario jimin x reader &some fluff :,)
Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
You did your usual routine. It was your average Friday morning, but it was a beautiful day. A cloudless sky, sun shined brightly, there was a slight breeze that blew your hair perfectly. You decided to walk, as the day was just so beautiful and you were right to. You bumped into the most beautiful man. His smile was brighter then the sun, he was radiant.
“I’m so sorry, I am new here and I don’t really new were I’m going.” The beautiful man had told you, you couldn’t look away, as if you did it would have been considered a sin.
“Oh, where are you going?” You ask, trying to not sound like you just want to follow him, so you can keep looking at him.
“Kim industries.” He informs you where hes trying to go.
“Oh, I work there. I could take you, I’m on my way there right now.” You give a him a shy smile. Which he returns with a bight beautiful one.
“That would be great, thank you…”
“I’m Y/N.” You inform him of your name, sticking out your hand to greet him.
“Y/N, what a beautiful name, for such a beautiful lady.” You blush as he takes your hand up to his mouth and gives your knuckles a light kiss. “I’m Jimin.” You both start to walk in the direction of your office building.
“How come your going to Kim industries, if you don’t mind my asking.” You causally ask as you both walked.
“I start working here today, actually.”
“Holy shit, really.” As soon as the words come out of your mouth you clasp your hand over your mouth, in embarrassment. Jimin chuckles and its like heaven in your ears.
“Yeah, at least I know one person now.” He opened the door for you and let you walk through. “It was a pleasure, Y/N. I hope we meet more often.” Jimin smiles at you with that glories face of his.
“It was lovely meeting you too.”
Throughout the day you constantly thought back to Jimin. What was he doing? What department he was in? Did he have a girlfriend? All great questions. You were the last one in the office, as usual. Wanting to get all your work done so you would have a stress free weekend. You just had to photo copy a document.
You went to the copy room at the end of your corridor and attempted to make a copy of the document, but was unable due to the photo copier not having paper in it. You groan in annoyance. You look around the small room, finally see the refill paper… on the top shelf. Not even in your heels could you reach it, but you attempt anyway.
You attempted to reach for the paper, inevitable failing, but continued to try anyway. To hands got a grip on your waist and lifted you up to reach for the paper. The strong person puts you down, after you retrieved the paper. You turn to see a smiling Jimin looking down at you.
“T-Thank you.” You stutter out, because his touch was sending shook waves through your body. You didn’t want his touch to ever leave. He was so intoxicating, but why?
“Anytime sweetheart, I was passing on my way out an saw you. Frankly, I’m so happy I caught you. Since it is Friday night how does drinks with me sound?” He was so smooth it was crazy. His lips looked so soft and pink.
“Yeah, sure.. Just let me finish this.” You smile at him and turn to finish your work. You didn’t know this at the time, but Jimin turned out to be your bestfriend and husband. You both worked in different departments of the company, but Jimin when he got the chance was stick little love notes on your desk. Making all the ladies on the floor jealous as fuck. He was not only sweet but had and an amazing ass in slacks, well in everything, especially when there was nothing hiding his butt from the world… it was for your eyes only.
I’m sorry this is short, but I still hoped you enjoyed!
May I please ask for some Maeve angst? Maybe our little kitty thief has felt moments of loneliness during all her times out in the streets on her own?
I’m so so sorry to keep you waiting! I had to muster up the muse, and once I actually had the thing written down, I got lazy about posting it. Regardless, I hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy! It’s a bit long, so it’s under a cut.
- Mod Lex
Maeve only snickers to herself as she walks away from yet another victim. She takes another peek at the wallet she swiped and looks ecstatic. Whoever the poor sucker was, he was loaded. The contents were enough to feed her for at a month, at most.
It was around 11pm that night, not a lot of people aside from the occasional groups of friends that were having their little night out. Very rarely, a couple walking down the street. Maeve only scoffs. She found it pathetic, in all honesty.
After all, who needs friends when you have money?
She continues to walk and maybe get a bite to eat. It was a bit of a chilly night, the cold wind biting through her coat. Being a magical coat didn’t do much for warmth, unfortunately. Nevertheless, she pulls her coat closer to her chest, trying to warm herself up more.
Another couple passes her by. The girl had a nice, comfy jacket on her shoulders. Definitely belonged to her boyfriend.
Maeve only rolls her eyes. She’d swipe that dumb jacket off her shoulders if she wanted to. But she didn’t, so there.
She evenutually finds an open stand and her eyes light up. The smell of food wafts over to her and she quickly wipes her face to clean it of any dirt, hurrying over.
The vendor had her back turned, and Maeve could only stare at the pot she assumed the smell was coming from.
“Hm? Oh! Hello, dearie. What’ll it be?” The vendor gives a little hearty laugh, wiping her hands on her apron. She was a busty old woman. Sounded sweet too, Maeve had thought. Probably had grandchildren of her own.
The would-be Champion of Blades eventually broke out of her thoughts, stammering for a moment before pointing at the steaming pot. “Oh, uh- Just that, please.”
“Alright, child.” The woman gives Maeve a warm smile, preparing a bowl for her. “Anything else?”
Maeve thought for a moment. “…Water.”
She’s served a few moments later, giving her food a little sniff. She nods to herself, deciding that it was in fact, good. She was about to take a bite when she’s stopped by the vendor.
“Ah, careful there, sweetie. It’s hot. My grandchild’s made the same mistake before.”
Maeve only stares up at her with a bit of confusion but follows her advice. She eventually takes a sip, eyes widening before digging in. She hasn’t had anything this good in a long while. Reminds her of…home. Not that she’s ever had one. She’s been on the streets for so long she can’t remember what it was like having a home.
“Mm, this is really good-” Maeve compliments, figuring one was in order.
“Why, thank you, honey. Tell me now, child, what are you doing out here so late?”
Maeve freezes for a moment, averting her gaze. She couldn’t just say she was out thieving. It just wasn’t done.
Still, what was she going to say?
“Um- …going for a walk.”
The vendor frowns to herself. She’s seen too many poor children like Maeve in her lifetime. They were always thieves. She didn’t quite approve of the action, but she knew for some, it was their only hope of getting by. Nevertheless, she lets it slide, giving the younger girl another smile.
“…I see. Such a darling thing you are. What’s your name?”
“A lovely name, too. Go on, eat now.” She waves her off and doesn’t talk more, working on other things.
A short while, Maeve finishes her dish and downs her water. She sighs in satisfaction, feeling quite full for the first time in a long while. Pushing back her bowl, she brings out what she owes.
The woman stops her, shaking her head. “No no, it’s on the house, sweetie. Run along, now. Be safe.” She gives a knowing smile before putting her dish away to be washed, finally turning away from Maeve.
Maeve only looks more confused as she walked off. A vendor who didn’t shoo her off like a rat? Giving her a free meal? She feels a little pang in her chest as she arrives at her little makeshift home.
She sits down on her mat, tattered and torn from years of use. She looks around. Empty, as always. She feels a few tears roll down her cheeks but she quickly wipes them away, tucking herself in.
“…Goodnight, Maeve.” She whispers to herself, closing her eyes with a little sniffle.
She realized that while money was nice, it didn’t really beat having some family by her side. She didn’t mind being alone, no.