#AND THAT COULD LITERALLY DROP WITH IN THE NEXT MONTH TO 5 MONTHS OR SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN?
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What I think Dating Eddie Munson would be like
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
• okay so this is a lot so get ready for a shitload of fluff
• alright so first things first
• eddie would be the biggest simp for you
• like really
• boy would worship the earth you walked on
• even before you started dating
• before you guys were a couple he had the biggest crush on you for years
• his friends in hellfire couldn't hear it anymore
• "You know what happened today in english class?", he'd start as he sat down on their usual lunch table in the cafeteria
• "Y/N came an-"
• "and walked past you? looked at you? Eddie, don't you think it's maybe time to make a move or... you know, let it go? You're always talking about her, and it's not even anything special, it's getting ridiculous," one of them would interrupt him
• "If you would have let me finish then you would know that she came and asked me to study. Together. At her place. Tonight", he explained through gritted teeth, shooting him a death glare, but smiling proudly when he shifted his glance to the others on the table
• they'd be speechless tho
• just as he was when you had asked him
• fast forward 2 months and he finally asked you out
• and after that everything was going just perfect
• Eddie is the most caring boyfriend there is
• he'll always make sure you're happy
• he'll try his very best to cheer you up again when you're down
• he'd cuddle you and hold you and listen to you talk about ehat was bugging you
• but you'd also do anything for him when he was in a bad mood or sad
• you'd take him somewhere safe and quiet where no one would walk in on you, most of the times his bedroom in the trailer, and calm him down there
• you'd hold his face reassuringly and he'd lean into your touch, slightly turning his head so he could kiss the inside of your hand
• however, mornings with him were the best part
• his raspy morning voice was your favorite
• don't even get me started on the bedhair
• another thing: HANDS
• you'd always watch his hands, no matter what he was doing
• if he was playing the guitar
• scribbling something down
• rubbing your clit
• you just loved his hands : )
• you'd also constantly play with his rings
• you once tried them on, most of them way too big on your fingers but Eddie insisted you keep the one that fit
• "take it, babe. as a promise ring."
• ASDFGHJKL
• when you weren't around he'd also refer to you as the queen or Mrs. Munson
• "Hey, Eddie! You free this friday for another campaign?"
• "I don't know, dude, gotta ask the wife."
• He loved you and was certain that it was only you for him
• No one else could compare
• therefore he would also be protective as hell, especially after you went to the upside down
• he was happy you both made it out of that hellscape, he wouldn't ever risk again to lose you
• would be so jealous tho
• if he ever saw a guy of the basketball team try to flirt with you he'd immediately come to your side, hand at the small of your back, and with the widest grin tell the dude to kindly fuck off
• same was for you, you weren't really keen on Eddie having a deal with a girl from the cheer team
• it's not that you didn't trust your boyfriend, it's just, you never know with those cheerleaders
• you'd be the goofiest couple in school
• always doing something weird that would make everyone would stare at you
• once when Eddie saw you walking down the hallway he dropped all of his things to the floor only to run towards you and spin you around in a hug as if he hadn't seen you for months
• he had literally seen you 5 minutes ago
• he'd also often obnoxiously swing out your arms together when holding hands and walking down the hallway to your next class, making you stumble and bump against other students
• calling each other freak, nerd and weirdo for funsies was a usual for you
• hugs from behind
• all. the. time.
• you'd be standing at your locker, putting some of your stuff away when he would suddenly appear out of thin air and hug you tightly, pulling you away to twirl you around
• he's such a dork
• a lovesick dork
• when he was rehearsing with his band you'd join him, watching him play on his electric guitar, practised fingers strumming the strings in a way you've never seen before
• it was so hot
• you sometimes even forgot to breathe
• it took everything in you not to jump him right then and there
• he once tried teaching you how to play, you sitting on his lap as he put his hands on top of yours on the instrument
• his breath fanning against your neck
• god have mercy
• this went on for about 10 minutes until he got aware of the state you were in and started to kiss your neck
• let's just say that the guitar lesson was over very soon and you moved on to do something way more interesting instead : )
• sometimes you'd draw little doodles on his forearm when you were bored
• which made him come up with an idea
• so one day he showed up at your place, falling through your window and onto the carpet in your bedroom to show you the new tattoo he got
• it was one of your little drawings
• "wait, is this real??"
• "Yes, sweetheart, new and just healed"
• you couldn't believe him
• but the next day you got an appointment with your local tattoo artist and got matching tattoos together
• at nights you would sometimes go out for late night drives
• you know that one scene from perks of being a wallflower? it would somehow be like that
• the windows of his van all the way down, music blaring loudly through the speakers while you'd lean out of the window and feel the air hit your face, getting lost in the moment
• Eddie would watch you from the side as you did so, one arm stretching out to hold your knee so you didn't fall off
• he would be wheezing tho when you climbed back in with a disgusted expression on your face "I think I just swallowed a fly..."
• you'd watch him do his homework while laying on his bed sometimes
• "what is it?"
• "nothing. you're cute when you're concentrated."
• "don't mock me, Y/N"
• "I'm not! It's just, I don't see you like this often," you'd laugh, him groaning as a response before continuing what he was doing
• one time he was trying to cook dinner for you
• and almost burned the whole kitchen in the trailer
• now he just sticks to takeout when he wants to treat you :D
• therefore he'd also never bring lunch to school so you'd always pack him something extra just so he'd eat something instead of just chewing on some cashew nuts
• don't get me started on the hellfire shirt
• you love when he's wearing it
• it just looks so good on him
• and it'd also smell so much like him, so you'd always steal it from his closet
• but the boy goes feral everytime he sees you in his shirt
• something in him just stops working at the sight
• therefore you're never wearing it for more than about 15 minutes until it hits his bedroom floor
• whenever you both go out and leave his place together he always makes you sit down on the small steps in front of his trailer to tie your shoes, kissing your thigh while kneeling down in front of you before pulling you up and opening the door of his van for you
• such a gentleman
• however date nights aren't really date nights anymore because almost evertime one of the kids he's friends with is third wheeling you
• or all of them are
• you've practically become their parents now
• sometimes you're lucky tho and you get Steve and Robin to babysit instead
• but you love those little shitheads anyways ♡
• just like Eddie, they would be so excited everytime you joined one of their D&D campaigns
• Dustin and Mike would eagerly explain you the rules each time you got confused while Lucas would quietly give you tips for your next move
• Eddie would watch with a grin on his face while you were trying to follow each of them in between their rambling
• and now listen
• THE EYE CONTACT
• the game was just about to end and all the nerves were high up, you were the only one that could make the final move and all of the players were counting on you
• "What are you gonna do now, Queen Munson?", Eddie would speak from his dungeon master's throne, looking you in the eyes with a shit-eating grin, curious as to what your last move is gonna be
• You held the eye contact for a minute until you stood up and took the dice
• "I'm gonna hit him with a freaking fireball"
• then you threw the dice, it rolled acrossed the table until it stopped just right in front of Eddie, showing the number 20
• "SHE DID IT! SHE KILLED VECNA!", Dustin screamed, making all the other stand up and cheer as well
• You just looked at your boyfriend on the other side of the table, your look telling him everything he needed to know
• You both told the other's you'd stay behind and put everything away, so as soon as the last of them left the club room, both of you rushed to the other, teeth clashing in hasty kisses while undressing each other in a frenzy
• after that you'd go to his trailer, putting on some old vinyl of his uncle, and just swaying gently to the soft tune of the music
• you were in love and nothing else in the world could change that♡
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The Lamb & The Serpent
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Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, mentions of sex, swearing, virgin reader, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, misunderstandings, Angel and Cherri thinking with their downstairs brains and Husk being the voice of reason, relationship are hard sometimes that why communication is key, not that anyone here actually follows that advice, mentions of Lilith and Eve.
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Nothing was going the way you had hoped it would. Admittedly it probably wasn’t the best idea to ambush Lucifer like that, but Cherri had told you to be bold and forceful and considering nothing else had worked so far you hadn’t seen the harm in giving it a go. For a second there it had really seemed that it was going to go somewhere, Lucifer actually seeming to let go of his tightly wound control for the first time in months but then something had happened, something you still couldn’t work out and as a result you had ended up alone, quite literally dropped like a sad sack of shit whilst he made his escape. Now your ass hurt, your pride was definitely bruised, and you had no clue what you had done so wrong for Lucifer to run off like that, though it wasn’t exactly unusual at this point in your relationship. Things had never gotten quite that far before though, apart from that one time down some unknown hallway in the hotel but that had seemingly been a shock for both of you so you couldn’t really count that. Right?
You hadn’t set out to jump on Lucifer like that, had in fact been looking forward to just spending the day with him but you had borrowed a book from Angel, and it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar. It didn’t help that Lucifer had looked so good, with his sleeves rolled up and a look of concentration on his face as he fiddled around with yet another rubber duck. Cherri had told you be assertive, that Lucifer looked “like the kind of guy who was into that shit”, so you had taken a chance. Though you had asked him first, not wanting to disturb him if he was at some crucial part of his creation. He had said yes though, and you had been ecstatic about it. Kissing Lucifer was one of your favourite pastimes at the moment, addicted as you were to the feel of his lips moving against yours. You would have been happy just to stay like that for hours, but Cherri’s words had been at the back of your mind, pushing you forward and before you could talk yourself out of it you had crawled into his lap and deepened the kiss.
Lucifer was not the first person you had kissed, and you felt relatively confident when it came to making out. You hadn’t been expecting him to grab at your hips though, yanking you down so you could feel how hard he was. It had startled you, your moan muffled by his tongue, but you hadn’t been against it. In fact, you had welcomed it after weeks of feeling like you were the least desirable person in Hell. Not that you expected sex from him but, you had kind of thought that after a couple of months there would have been something other than handholding and closed lipped kissing. If Lucifer was ready to take the next step, then you had no intentions of stopping him. But it hadn’t happened, just like every other time you had tried to be more intimate with him and you were seriously starting to question where it was you were going so wrong.
Yes, you had never been with someone else physically, but you had dated before, and you knew your own body incredibly well. You knew the basics, enough at least to test the waters when you were feeling particularly riled up. You touched him more and in places that you wouldn’t normally go anywhere near. Like a hand on his thigh when you were sat next to each other at the dinner table, a hand on the small of his back with your fingers just dipping below his waistband when you were stood close together or even draping your arm across the back of the sofa on movie nights so you could stroke you fingers slowly across his tempting alabaster neck and trying not to make it so obvious you were thinking about how good it would look with your teeth marks on it. You snuggled more, practically wrapping yourself around him in an attempt to be closer. You even whispered into his ear more, phrasing your words so they were more suggestive than normal. It never did anything other than chase him away though so you had been doing your best to keep your feeling under wraps, not wanting to push him for something he might want to give.
After all, there was always the possibility that sex just wasn’t something Lucifer was in to. Sure, he had Charlie but there had to be some sort of weird Hell magic way for him and Lilith to have a kid without actually doing the deed. If that was the case, you wouldn’t mind. You had gone this long without it so it wasn’t like you would be missing something, plus there were options for you if you did find yourself unable to handle the lack of a physical element to your relationship. You were sure Angel Dust would be more than happy to recommend the best sex toys Hell had to offer. It didn’t have to be a problem, you just need Lucifer to tell you if that was the case.
The only other possibility was, well, you. It was always possible that Lucifer didn’t find you sexually attractive. After all you were just a sinner and he had never made a secret of how he felt about the inhabitants of the pride ring. He may have found you mentally stimulating and found that your personality suited his quite well but that didn’t mean he would be able to get over thousands of years worth of hate and guilt to actually stomach falling into bed with you. Or maybe it was just as simple as you not being his type.
You had seen the photos of Lilith, hard not to with the amount Lucifer had around his home of him, Charlie and the women who had abandoned them for parts unknown. She was a seven-foot-tall beauty with hair like spun gold and a figure to die for. She oozed sex appeal and authority, looked like the kind of women who could step on a person and get thanked for it. The differences between the two of you were vast and if that was what Lucifer was into it was no wonder he hadn’t reciprocated your advances. And let’s face it, if it was a choice between you and Lilith you knew who you would be picking, and it wasn’t yourself.
You had voiced this rather self-deprecating theory once, after a couple of drinks with Angel and Cherri, the two of them insisting when they found you moping after Lucifer had run off yet again. You hadn’t even done anything that time, only having asked if he wanted to join you in bed because you were tired and the beds in the hotel were really comfy, the only thing making the idea of sleep any more appealing being cuddling Lucifer whilst you did it. That’s all you had wanted but as soon as you had said about him joining you upstairs it was like he had stopped listening and when you had given him a little nudge to see if he was ok he had startled, practically yelling at you that he had to go before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. You had been feeling dejected enough that you had accepted the offer, surprising them both before they seemed to recover from the shock and lead you over to the bar, already calling out to Husk about the drinks they wanted. You didn’t know what they had asked for, just accepted the drink Angel had thrust at you and downed it all in one, coughing and spluttering as the overly sweet drink managed to burn on the way down.
Husk had stayed to keep an eye on you, insisting that he wasn’t going to “let you two freaks get her all fucked up and shit. If something happens to her then we’ll all have hell to pay for it.” You had known he was talking about Lucifer, probably remembering how Lucifer had threatened to cut the former overlords hands off for touching you in what he thought was the wrong way. It had taken quite a lot of reassurance from you as well as a dozen or so kisses to get Lucifer to calm down. Husk hadn’t been able to come within ten feet of you for a week without Lucifer practically growling at him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing red if Husky even looked your way. You didn’t plan on getting drunk though, just wanting to take the edge off a little so you had brushed off Husk’s warning, assuring him that Lucifer was far to busy hiding from you to care that you were having a drink with friends.
You had probably had one too many though and that night, with your tongue loosened from alcohol you had told the three of them of your suspicions. You had felt silly, practically whining that you and Lucifer hadn’t had sex yet, but it had also felt good to actually talk to someone about it. Even if they weren’t the best people to offer advice on matters of the heart. As predicted their advice had been questionable, Cherri insisting you just needed to be more aggressive and assertive whilst Angel had offered to give you lessons on how to seduce someone as well as give you a make over to help entice Lucifer. It had been a little overwhelming listening to the two of them talk, especially when they had started getting into kinks and toys and positions that sound more painful than sexy. Thankfully Husk had taken mercy on you, tell the other two to “quit it or I’m cutting you off.” That had gotten him a couple of boos and Angel draping himself dramatically across the bar and pouting heavily at the other demon. Husk had just rolled his eyes turning his attention to you because apparently “the short stack clearly likes you, no need to go tryin’ to be someone else when you’re fine as you are kid.”
You had thought that would be the end of it, planning on finishing your drink then crawling into bed to sleep off the worst of the headache you could already feel forming. Apparently, that wasn’t the case though because not five seconds after Husk’s somewhat comforting words Angel and Cherri were already back to discussing why Lucifer was being so cagey about the whole intimacy thing. Cherri suggested that he might have performance issues, even recommending some drug that would keeping him rearing to go for days whilst Angel went with a “kink thing. I’m telling ya toots he’s probably into some really weird shit and doesn’t want to freak you out by having to admit that he can only get it up if you’re wearing a clown mask.” That had you choking on your drink, spluttering and coughing as you looked at Angel Dust in horror, the spider going into way too much detail about how that was an actual thing that was more common than you would think whilst also using the obvious underlying circus theme of Hell as evidenced.
Husk had been the one to bring some normality back to the conversation, rubbing down glasses and giving you a stern look as he had informed you that Lucifers reluctance to move forward in your relationship was because “you’re innocent kid, (hey! I killed someone), and you're asking him to corrupt that. He’s not just anyone either. You’re asking the man responsible for the corruption of the entire human race to take that innocence from you. All I’m saying is that could do things to a guy, especially one who carries a lot of shame and guilt over his past actions. Maybe think about that before you take these idiots advice and make a fool of yourself.” Angel and Cherri had been quick to argue back, taking offence to being called idiots and going into a rather detailed explanation as to why they’re advice on sex and seduction was going to work. You had stayed quiet though, Husk’s words leaving you feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under you.
You didn’t particularly care for your virginity, it wasn’t like you had been saving it for marriage or anything like that. It’s just no one had ever really appealed to you before, and you weren’t about to just sleep with anyone for the sole purpose of getting rid of it. Your lack of experience hadn’t even crossed your mind because it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Not to you anyway but maybe it was for Lucifer. You wouldn’t call yourself innocent, not by normal standards at least but down here? You were practically the embodiment of virtue compared to most of the inhabitants of Pentagram City. Something made more obvious by the fact your demonic form was just you but with stupid lamb ears. Could it be possible that Lucifer was put off by that?
You and Lucifer had spoken about his past and the circumstances of his fall from grace on multiple occasions. It was clear just from listening to him that it was a painful part of his life, full of regret, disappointment and anger but the two of you had never really gotten into the specifics of what happened with Eve apart from the whole apple thing. You didn’t know how he truly felt about corrupting her soul and how his actions had gotten her kicked out of Eden. Was it possible that your perceived innocence was hitting a little too close to an old wound that had yet to heal?
You were already damned to Hell though, the corruption of your soul your own doing. Nothing would change if you and Lucifer slept together, you would still be Hell bound come morning. Yes, you lived at the hotel, but you weren’t there looking for redemption because that would mean you regretted or felt bad about your actions and that was far from the truth. You had no intentions of ever setting foot outside of Hell ever again, content with your afterlife as well as being deliriously happy with Lucifer. Why couldn’t he see that? How could he not possibly know that in this literal hell hole he was your shining light of hope, truly a bringer of light amongst the dark despair that had clung to you like a cloak when you had first arrived at the hotel.
You had mumbled your goodbye, cutting the others off and not even acknowledging their confused calls of your name as you had made your way back to your room, still deep in thought. That night your dreams had been full of beautiful lush gardens and apples as red as freshly spilt blood that glittered like rubies in the light, of snakes as white as snow with fangs that dripped with poison and a women’s pained smile as a man made of light turned his back on her. You had awoken, still feeling confused but with the heavy weight of loss growing within your chest. You had promised yourself then to be patient, to wait until Lucifer came to you before initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable or cause him distress. Well at least that had been the plan, but you were only human, weak to your own desires and Lucifer was the living embodiment of temptation. At least to you anyway.
Groaning you came to a stop, the sharp sting of pain dancing up your spine from your ass a reminder of just how badly you had messed up. You didn’t particularly want to go back to the hotel, too embarrassed by your behaviour to face the others. Especially Husk and his I told you so’s. What you needed was someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t a sex obsessed drug addict, a bomb loving maniac or a gruff bartender who wasn’t all that into ‘the romance crap’ as he so eloquently put it. Out of everyone you knew Charlie was the most obvious choice considering she was the only other person in a healthy monogamous relationship but that just wasn’t an option. You did not talk to your friends about how you were struggling with your relationship with their dad. That was just weird and gross for everyone involved. The next choice would be Vaggie, but she wasn’t one to share feelings and would most likely be uncomfortable with hearing about yours and Lucifers relationship. Alastor was just out of the question, not because he was ace but because you were literally terrified of what the psychotic demon would suggest. Plus, you didn’t think Lucifer would like you discussing anything along those lines with the other man and you really didn’t want to deal with the fallout when Alastor would undoubtedly say something to him about it.
Realistically you knew you need to talk to Lucifer but that was easier said then done. You had tried before but Lucifer always got a little flustered and was gone before you could even get the first couple of words out. After your disaster of an attempt today you had tried again, not deterred when you had found his bedroom door locked. You had spoken through the door, apologising for upsetting him and swearing that you were going to stop because clearly he wasn’t comfortable with your advances. You had told him you cared deeply for him and that having him in your life was one of the best things to ever happen to you. You had also asked him to call you latter to talk but he hadn’t answered. There was always the possibility he wasn’t even in there, but his door had never been locked before, not even the first time you had come over, so it seemed more than likely he was and just didn’t want to talk to you. You weren’t going to force him if he wasn’t ready for that kind of conversation though it would need to be had at some point. You had time down here though, a lot of it if you managed to avoid the exterminations. There was no rush, and you would wait an eternity if it was for him.
What you needed was a romantic gesture, something that would show Lucifer that you were in it for the long haul. Something that was personal, maybe even a little silly. You need him to know how deeply you cared for him and what better way than to show that then by taking actual care of him. He worked hard after all, and you can’t imagine it wasn’t exactly stress free trying to run the entirety of Hell. He deserved some R&R, and you had the perfect idea to give him that. Feeling more confident than you had just moments ago you set off back to the hotel, a wide smile of your face and a slight spring in your step. You were going to show Lucifer just how much you cared and hopefully in the process prove that Hell really was forever. At least for you.
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HEADCANONS | abby a.
a/n: this is my coming out post as an abby fan. love my shnookums 🙈
⊰ watches mukbangs when she’s hungry and knows there’s no food in the fridge and she hates that habit but shows no effort to stop it.
⊰ learned how to braid hair because of her grandma. she’d take her dolls to her granny to braid their hair and she learned just by watching. was the hair stylist of the class growing up. (and she might’ve charged 5 dollars for each braid and surprisingly never got in trouble)
⊰ she was a granny’s girl growing up!!! her dad would drop her off at grandma’s and she would happily spend the whole day there.
⊰ loves chocolate ice cream. even better if it has chocolate chips in it and despises anything and everything that’s banana flavored. literally cannot fathom how someone can pick banana when there are a million other options.
⊰ she’s never had shrimp before. doesn’t really like fish either but she would kill someone for a piece of squid.
⊰ she’s bad at story based games where your choices matter. she does the qte’s just fine but gets half of the characters killed because of her poor decisions.
⊰ she’s so indecisive. which is why she’s bad at non combat games. immediately regrets her decision and starts wondering if she should’ve picked the other one. it’s not just with games though, she could be at a cafe thinking if she should’ve gotten the tiramisu instead of soufflé or she could be at a public restroom thinking if the stall next to her would’ve been a better choice.
⊰ she likes linking/holding arms more than holding hands. it just makes you two stand closer. you can stand far away when she’s holding your hand but when your arms are linked you have to pull her with you when you want to go somewhere. basically where you go she goes.
⊰ she had atrocious bangs when she was 5. she watched those cutting my bangs at home vids and cut hers with kitchen scissors in front of her doll’s wonky plastic mirror (she didn’t want her dad to see) and put her hair in a bag before throwing it in the trash. and cried for a month straight.
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Addicting Taste
Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?
Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and sunshine protector, slow burn, a lot of fluff (later chapters), occasional smut
Words: 3k +
A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.
Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶
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“Just how stupid are you?”
A loud smack echoed in the room.
“You thought you could just get away with it?”
Another heavy punch collided with his face making him drop to his knees.
“You’re a fool.”
An uppercut dug under his chin throwing him backwards. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth and he spat it out through clenched teeth. The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.
Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks tonight before the ship set sail in the morning. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.
The mission encountered several problems and it was nothing short of a total fail. It was also what led to his current position with his hands tied roughly behind his back, on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.
A few hours ago
“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily while munching on three baozi dumplings at once.
The lady vendor grimaced at your manners. You were practically inhaling the soft dough in your hands like a grizzly bear. Leftover crumbs were decorating the edges of your lips. You couldn’t help but forget all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth.
A little boy was walking by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He stopped to look at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he saw the way you were devouring the small pastry his face turned to pure disgust.
You were getting slightly annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a threatening look and he started crying, running off somewhere in the depths of the street. His mother regarded you with a condescending look and followed after her child.
“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” said the vendor lady, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour.
“Listen lady. I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full.
“I’ll be the one leaving then. You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,” she said as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools.
“Wait! You can’t just leave.” But by the time you yelled after her she was already gone. There went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time. You patted your stomach in a comforting manner and sighed, turning to go on your own way.
The crisp air of mid-October made its presence known as a breeze blew against the sleeves of your dress making them flutter. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season. The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs and you weren’t requested as much either. You never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was running out you always made sure to keep some aside for your snack cravings.
The once bustling street turned awfully quiet. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe.
Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn?
Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. The place you resided in for the time being was just a street down from the docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk and a small wardrobe. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night.
The buns you bought were all different flavours with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water.
Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued. The growing commotion piqued your curiosity. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It was in the way anyway.
Inching closer to the edge of the docks entrance you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat supported by empty crates. Tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over it to see what was going on.
Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men. They were frantically rushing in and out of the storage holding cases filled with… guns?
As more of them came out you realised it wasn’t just guns. Long and short range artillery, fuses and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It was like heaven for pyromaniacs. Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.
“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer to stand just in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot. He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust.
“Good work,” said a deep voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your back.
Trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice a tangled mop of white hair entered your vision.
Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut.
Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just had heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders… Snap out of it, Miyu.
The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You needed to get out of there.
You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses.
The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts.
I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.
I am not getting involved with this.
While repeating the mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Especially the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you.
After a quick scan of your surroundings you came to two choices: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located on just the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever these people had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.
After a while, the two men blocking your view headed towards the rest of their squad. This was your chance. All you had to do was get set, ready and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food. If only things would play out like that.
In your rush to escape you missed a teeny tiny key detail. The dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the empty crates behind you.
You barely made it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates with you. The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the floor in the process. I’m so fucked.
“What was that?” growled one of the goons.
Mophead turned around swiftly and locked eyes with you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. Eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder.
But something about them caught you off guard. The blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about them though eerie and giving you the eebie jeebies was so familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?
He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie. A tilt of his head signalled his confusion to your presence. You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other’s eyes as the deafening sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.
Breaking your staring contest apart you tried to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you. The commander in chief was here.
Mophead set off in your direction to possibly grab you but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last look before retreating back to his gang.
The bullets were flying closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage.
You got to your feet, saved what was left of your steamed baozi and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by. Checking on your precious dumplings you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief.
The pounding of guns suddenly stopped and you peered over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation you observed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, but the rest were caught and put in restraints together with their leader.
Something felt off. Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as he rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight.
No way. Was this a set up?
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Back at the precinct
Enishi was fuming. It all went sideways too quickly for his liking. Someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in.
“I’m going to ask you again. Why were you stealing weapons?” asked the commander. He was getting irritated and it showed in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.
“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”
“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi.
This only earned him another punch to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.
“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.
Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. To the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat. He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping.
You weren’t supposed to be there. You were a wild variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A handful of questions swarmed around in his head, but three of them stood out the most.
Why were you there tonight?
Who were you working for?
And where have I seen you before?
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Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor. Bingo.
Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct you snuck in. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.
Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons closer, you advanced to the walls opposite to the railing overlooking the entrance. As you rounded the corners you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.
Raspy shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping was getting louder as you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.
You were on the last three steps when a guard passed by. Straightening up, you glued yourself to the wall, becoming one with the shadow. As he got further away you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
This was a terrible idea. What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight. But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission.
You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another as you found yourself in the middle of crossfire.
Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do.
There was something else that bothered you about your encounter. The moment mophead locked eyes with you was scorched into your head. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy. Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.
You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.
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In the meeting hall
“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.
“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.
“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Suddenly, everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.
A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the meeting hall that made it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The door fell with a loud thud and you stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room. All eyes were trained on you.
“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands.
“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.
“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.
“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“
“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.
Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.
Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again?
You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment.
At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists.
Looking over at mophead you notice he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team before so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out but he quickly caught onto what you meant.
He wasn’t sure whether to trust you but he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.
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Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side of the room.
Pointing your gun to the next one you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same response. You were left without bullets. Strapping the guns back to your belt you took a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat it is.
The guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack was heard and blood started seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.
“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.
“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”
He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wooden chair broke to pieces as it made contact with him. Once he fell to the floor motionless you directed your attention at the other three guards. They started circling you from different sides. Showtime.
You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a bat at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.
The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly.
“I just got this one,” you huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage.
Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as the smaller one came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the smaller one, you got a chance to take the knife throwing it away. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor. One more to go.
Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he was pushed face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned and got him into a deadly chokehold.
You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps were flexing dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. You were suddenly digging the white mop of hair.
You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff.
Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?
You dodged his attacks until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening you caught the end of the bat with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it to his chin. The impact was so hard he flipped back and landed in a star shape on the floor.
Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor.
Sensing the ruckus, the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time.
“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards were surrounding you from all sides and the only way to escape was fighting your way out.
“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.
“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.
With another nod you both got into position and watched as the guards descended upon you.
A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and quickly tried to get rid of the three bat swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.
You were holding onto three bats with all your might, when two guards sneaked behind you ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to an inhuman angle.
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said as they writhed in pain and scrambled to the floor.
You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the guards with ease.
Another five guards circled both of you.
“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.
He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground you noticed the secured hand on your waist. Looking up at him you noticed he’s about a head taller than you. Feeling you tense in his hold he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.
“We have to go before more come.”
“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”
“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled.
And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it.
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Since you're done with The Mime (2 episodes in a month?Jeez girl, how is your hand?) the next one is Gorizilla right? What are your thoughts and opinions about the plot and the akuma?
I held onto this because, like Zombizou, I hadn't seen the episode yet. So here are my rambles. I don't think there's much to say since the episode only really pissed me off at the very end. Buckle up for that cuz Mama's gonna swear:
BAG!
Rose that is your SIXTH BAG VARIATION! Portfolio Bag in Orange, Brown, and Mint Green, Orange Book Bag, and now a Pink AND Orange Backpack! At least make them all PINK!
I kinda wish I got to experience this episode without the forknowledge that Adrien was sneaking out to see his mother's movie. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing that for half the episode it's completely unexplained why Adrien is putting himself through Mob Horde Hell and avoiding his own bodyguard. It felt worth it for me because I knew, but maybe it would feel weird watching it and being like "why are you doing this to yourself?" I thought the same for "Ikari Gozen": "How would I feel watching this episode if I didn't know Kagami was trying to make friends until Marinette knew?"
While I totally buy Marinette and other tweens being drooly over this ad (sorta) I do not buy everyone and their mom dropping everything to swarm the kid and I DEFINITELY do not buy anyone watching that commercial and thinking the actor in it was "cool" the way Wayhem did lmao. Adrien was right when he said it was embarrassing, good on him for being self aware about it.
Also who thought it was a good idea to sell "Perfume eu de Teenage Boy"?
It's fun to watch Roger call the Bodyguard "little guy". My guy, he could eat you for sustenance. You're a vitamin to this brick house of a man.
"My dad hid the DVD somewhere at our place". For a man who's whole motive is reviving his "dead" wife, he sure has weird ways of keeping her alive in their hearts. Statues and paintings of her likeness? Good. A movie of his moving, talking, living mother? Bad.
Production Budget so weak she doesn't get a costume smh.
(I had nothing to say about the whole akuma, it was pretty much a standard, decent akuma. Plus I'm a sucker for one side of the mask catching their partner talking fondly of the other side, ie Ladybug telling Adrien she has faith in Chat Noir)
But from this point onwards, it's all downhill for me:
You worm, you scum, YOU made an akuma and YOU ordered it to capture your son and YOU allowed that akuma to take your son to the highest building in Paris and YOU put him in the middle of the fight between your akuma and Ladybug and YOU allowed him to be dropped off the side of that building and YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ALLOW LADYBUG TO SAVE HIM and YOU. ARE. TO. BLAME! Take responsibility for yourself!
I want everyone who calls Marinette a "stalker" to shut the fuck up because Adrien just handed his email address over to the guy who traced his every single move for a whole day despite Adrien literally running from him at every turn and posted his photo and location online without consent and no one ever seems to care about that.
And the coup de grace, the cherry on the shit sundae: "You just had to ask me."
Fuck. You.
He DID ask and you told your own son, with eyes pointed at the ground, twisting his ring anxiously, to make an appointment through your secretary. Eat a bag of dicks.
and Oh. OH. To wrap it up with "You should've trusted me" and "when you hide things I jump to the worst conclusions, you understand?" (literally outloud I said "No I don't understand, what "conclusions" is Adrien supposed to assume you mean?")
But the gall. THE AUDACITY. It was intentional, right? To end the episode after that CHEF'S KISS OF A BULLSHIT LINE by panning down to Emilie in the basement? Gabriel Lord of the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing over here scolding ADRIEN for not trusting HIM. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE THE KID 5% OF A REASON TO DO SO-
Thing is this could either be Cinematic Gold to frame the Agreste family's self destruction and inevitable implosion due to his manipulation of Adrien, or (more likely) this will be completely forgotten as they try to convince audiences to FoRgIvE GaBrIEL cuz LOOK he eventually let Ladybug save Adrien from being sidewalk paste so it evens out, RiGhT?
Also what a let down that there wasn't an in universe shipping war between pairing Adrien with his "towel girlfriend" and "Gabriel's muse."
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After the war, and after the recovery effort in Japan is started, Katsuki's family decides to take him away to recover. Maybe to some family who lives in another part of the country, somewhere quiet.
He is reluctant, especially when he and Izuku have kind of established some sort of talk about what had happened the past year, what they were feeling, about the war, and about each other... and part of their healing was done with them being inseparable.
Things are starting to go really well between them, and a lot of the air is even more cleared. They're kind of on the same page about some very strong feelings being mutual, but they haven't committed to doing anything about them, or making something official.
They just are now aware just how much they mean to each other. Even if they don't know what to call it.
So Katsuki is kind of annoyed to be taken away from that at this juncture. There's a lot of rebuilding to be done with UA as well and he kind of wants to be part of that. His parents promise that he can take part, but they want him to have at least a couple of weeks kind of removed from the whole area, the campus(where he was literally killed) away from hero work, to refresh and focus entirely on healing himself.
He obliges because he doesn't have the energy to fight his parents on it, let alone participate in the rebuilding efforts just yet as his body readjusts...but he is MOST bothered by the idea of leaving Izuku.
Izuku, at the same time, is asked by a sympathetic Inko, to stay home in Mustafu while his father is finally allowed to return home for a reunion with his wife and kid. He is disappointed that he can't at least take leave with Katsuki to make it easier for him.
So, they compromise by getting themselves connected by FaceTime/Zoom like programs, and they talk every night, and text everyday. They will drop everything to take a quick call from the other and they will use their nightly video chats to talk about everything that they have done in the day, though Katsuki is loudly frustrated that he is "doing nothing out in the middle of nowhere" but Izuku gently laughing, telling him that that's exactly what he is supposed to be doing and it's OK. But then a sad smile and a "I wish I could be out there with you..."
Katsuki staring at him deeply thru the monitor, and softly asking "What about your old man? Everything good?"
Countless times, they will just fall asleep together with their laptops next to them, still on call, wrapped in their blankets.
Their parents turned the computers off for them in the night ONCE but after the boys having horrible nightmares and waking up to a blank screen, they learned to just leave the boys to it. Their energy bill is a small price to pay for their boys having less anxiety attacks from not sensing the other on the other side of the line.
Unbeknownst to the boys, Inko and Mitsuki talk too, about how their kids are doing. And start talking about perhaps taking BOTH families on a combined vacation at some point in the coming months. They'll plan that as things pan out and as UAs continued curriculum schedule for 1-a becomes more concrete.
Once the few weeks away are finished, and Katsuki admittedly feels, physically, a lot better, Katsuki tells Izuku the second he is 5 minutes from the Bakugou home. Izuku drops what he is doing, barely says a rushed, blurred sentence to his parents as he gets out the door, and races across the neighborhood to Katsukis house to be there precisely when the Bakugous pull up to their home.
Katsuki gets out of the back of the car and immediately catches Izuku as he careenes into him. Scoffs and calls him a big, overly affectionate nerd even as he returns the embrace with a look that anyone else would describe as contradictory; prickly, angry and annoyed.
But it's distinctly "kacchan" and Izuku can pull back and see the furious shade of pink on his cheeks, and his eyes cast defiantly away, both lovely and crimson, the right one healed and only the skin of his cheek still marred with soft scarring.
"Welcome home, Kacchan!" He cheerfully laughs, and Katsuki playfully pushes his freckled face away, but smiles the most real smile he has in weeks.
#bakudeku#bkdk#bnha spoilers#brainrot#thought of this cute thing#ficlet#fic idea#i think this would be a cute little thing to do at the tail end of the story#healing arc when#decchan#deep deep down katsuki admits that he wants that family time too
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The 2023 writing Advent calendar: Day 5
5. Star
“Hey! You’re here!” Luna skipped to meet Simon and Ambar at their door.
“Shhhhh!” Ambar shushed her and pointed to the sleeping Esme at Simon’s arms. “She fell asleep at the drive over. Don’t wake her, please.”
“Uuup, okay,” Luna made apologetic face, “You can put her down at our room.”
“Thank you,” Simon nodded and walked to left, toward Luna and Matteo’s bedroom.
“How my goddaughter?!” Luna exclaimed and scooped the one and a half year olde Ivory to her arms. “You have gotten so big!”
“You literally saw her yesterday,” Ambar smiled as Luna twirled Ivory around. “but are you sure you should do that?”
They had been told last week that Luna in fact was pregnant again. It hadn’t that big of a surprise, Ambar had super good instinct with this. She had been able to predict almost everyone’s pregnancies before they had been announced.
“Why not?” Luna rolled her eyes, “I have six months. The doctor said that there is no reason why I should take it easy. And I am going to hold all my babies. So Ivory, are we gonna decorate a tree?”
Luna and Matteo had asked Simon and Ambar come to help them to decorate their tree. The girls would hep of course, although Ambar wasn’t fully sure how much 18 month old and freshly two year old could make the different baubles actually stay on the tree branches.
“She is out,” Simon came back to the other. “Hopefully she’ll stay asleep.”
“Good things she has your sleeping tendencies,” Ambar nudged Simon as they walked to the living room. “Where is Matteo… and more importantly… where is Stella?”
“Stella’s helping daddie bring the decorations out,” Luna nodded broadly. To Ambar, that sounded a recipe for disaster. Luna and Matteo’s two-year-old daughter Stella had already come to her mother almost completely. She seemed to have unending energy and ran around for hours. Luna had been so sad when she had not been able to find skates that were tiny enough for her feet.
“Are Gastón and Nina coming?” Ambar asked as she at down on the couch.
“No, the Professor had an obligatory faculty benefit or something,” Matteo’s voice sounded as he apeared from the stairs that led to Luna and Matteo’s house’s basement which was Matteo so called music lair.
Gastón had finished his Ph.D. earlier in the year and had almost immediately been snached by the Pontifical Catholic University of Argentina for the Science and Technology faculty. He only did teaching part time, since quitting the Castillo Corporation had never been in his plans.
“Look what I have!!” Stella toddled along behind Matteo from the stairs. She was holding a huge tangle… of what looked like maybe lights?
“Well, what is it?” Ambar looked at it.
“Stars, like me.” Stella showed it proudly to everyone.
“That must be like all of your Christmast lights in one,” Ambar noted while Stella was showing the coil to Ivory, “Ivory sweetie, don’t start pulling it. It will break.”
“Where did they put the kids?” Simon asked as he sat next to Ambar, while Luna started unpacking the decoration box with the girls.
“I told them they could just drop them off here, but apparently they’d fixed month ago now that Jonathan and April were taking them somewhere.” Matteo remarked and took the tangle of lights from Stella and looked at it blankly. “I don’t know how, but there has to be someway to get this untangled.”
“Do I hear a hint of jealousy in you voice Matteo?” Ambar teased him.
“No,” Matteo stared at the lights, “I’m happy that his family is around, it has not always been like that.”
“Who were they again?” Simon scratched his neck.
“Jonathan Ruiz and Dr. April Ruiz?” Matteo looked at Simon, “Gastón’s cousins. Oldest kids of Isla’s older younger sister Mía. He has nine cousins.”
“Oh, well, in that case, you should never feel the need to compete with someone’s flesh and blood.”
“And well, who wouldn’t want to babysit those angels?” Ambar noted, “I don’t know what on earth they have been doing, but it is working.”
“Well, that is our godson, so we can have some of the credit,” Matteo smirked while examining the lights.
“And our goddaughter,” Ambar reminded him before crying started coming from the bedroom.
“I got it,” Ambar got up from the couch, “She’s probably hungry.”
“Daddie, we need starry lights,” Stella was pulling Matteo’s arm and pointing toward the tree.
“Just a minute,” Matteo looked at the light for the hundredth time. Who on earth had packed them last year for them to get this tangled. Honestly, he didn’t even remember had they use these last year…
He had given these star-shaped Christmas light to Luna as a present in 2025, right after their wedding.
“Luna? Did you put these away last year?”
“Maybe,” Luna turned to look at him from the box. “For some reason she hand two Christmas baubles, shaped like stars, tangling from her hair already. Ivory might have put those in there, but you never knew with Luna
“You wouldn’t possibly know how we get these out of this coil?” Matteo showed Luna the tangle.
“How would I know that?” Luna shrugged. “But hurry up, we need to put the lights in the tree so we can decorate!” Ivory and Stella both were standing on the both sides of Luna nodding.
“This is why we needed Gastón here,” Matteo sighed, “This is way up his alley.”
“I mean he’s not an electrician,” Simon also stared at the ball of wires.
“Being a environmental engineer and a university professor is plenty of technical knowledge that we don’t have,” Matteo huffed. “Can you see the other end of the wire?”
“Maybe…” Simon squinted.
“Oh come on!” Luna had apparently had enough and came to grab the tangle. “Matteo you hold on that end, Simon the other end. Me and the girls will figure the middle out.
“Okay darling, do you wanna go see the tree?” Ambar asked Esme after she had finished feeding and changing her. The others would probably be in full force decorating now.
Ambar hopped Esme on her arms and walked out of the bedroom… Only to walk into a sight…
“What happened here?” On the floor in front of the tree were sitting Simon, Luna, Matteo with Ivory and Stella. They were all tied together by that string of star lights.
“So… We tried to uncoil this thing…” Simon started.
“I can see that.” Ambar sighed. Even Esme looked at everyone confused, or as confused as a barely two month old could. At least no wire was around anyone’s neck.
“Please help us.”
“Just a minute,” Ambar grinned suddenly and pulled her phone out. “But first—” She snapped at least 10 pictures and sent them in variety of group chats. Everyone had to see this.
“Hey, who are you sending that to?” Matteo asked.
“No one.” Ambar put her phone away, “Okay… Who has the tailend?”
This was going to the the whole night.
And here we have the first Next Gen oriented drapple of the calendar... we will have more stories featuring the Roller Crew kids as I have unlocked that part of brain now. So this is what you get when you let Lutteo and Simbar lose with some offsprings and a tangled Christmas lights, when Gastin are not there and Ambar isn't looking... Also, I have confession to make. This was originally supposed to be tomorrows story, but the story I was writing today started to be more about the lights...and this works for stars as well, so we're going with this one instead. You come to notice that lot of the stroies for the calendar work for multiple different promps.
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✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨
Thanks to @spencer-reids-adventures for tagging me! Woo!
1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 58 (LOL UNINTENTIONAL)
2. Word count posted for the year: 1,099,815
3. Fandoms I wrote for: Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Parks & Rec (but yo, I don't really count those last two)
4. Pairings: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid/The BAU Team, couple random outliers in there somewhere. Feel blessed I didn't drop any of my 4 Jeid fics in public.
5. Story with the most:
Kudos: Casimir Pulaski Day with 536
Bookmarks: Casimir Pulaski Day with 262
Comments: And again! Casimir Pulaski Day with 151 comment threads (why is sadness so popular?)
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):
Honestly? My first ever fic and the thing that got me back into writing. The Eyes Have It literally opened my own eyes to writing again after a decade of not touching a keyboard. I did not think I would make it past 1000 words, let alone the 100,000 words that fic inspired. I had never written dialogue seriously before, never come up with any kind of extended plot, never explored character arcs, or even written creatively past a few lines of poetry. I posted that first chapter assuming I would lose interest or my depression would get the best of me yet again but neither of those things happened. I finished the three-part series three months later and made so many amazing fandom friends through that one fic. Even if it's not my most popular or even best-written work so far, it will always be my favorite.
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):
OOF. Well, quite a few fit that category but one I'm quite sad about is also just a symptom of my itchy fingers when it comes to writing whatever pops in my head. I deleted it (so sorry) but I plan to return to it one day and make it what I wanted it to be. If you're dying for shitty Highway58 drunkfics, here are these two terrible gems: The Wolf (terrible half-assed attempt at werewolf Spencer, update coming the next time I have whiskey) and my one and only Harry Potter fic, Sequi Mi, where I decided no matter how hard I fangirled on HP in my youth I can't do it anymore now. Maybe one day.
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
My very first few comments on my first-ever fic bolstered my confidence like nothing else could. Some were short, some were so long and detailed that they made me cry. I recall two specific commenters who stuck by that crazy story with inspiration and encouragement and they are now in my circle of online friends I never would have found if I didn't keep writing. <3 Every comment I get is an amazing compliment and every single person who decides to take the time to read my bullshit is a goddamned gift.
9. A time when writing was really, really hard:
Several stories I've completed this year spanned a time of my life that I thought was my lowest point. While writing it out through fic was helpful, it was also an outlet that exposed my issues and forced me to face them. The hardest time for me to write was also the time I probably wrote the most, when I was in that lowest space around this time last year. I felt guilty about it when everything else was going to hell but I kept doing it. Ultimately, exploring this side of my creativity allowed me to overcome some of those massive problems I thought were insurmountable.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
So many. I think I was somewhat surprised to find how much I enjoy writing the OC protagonist from their warped perspectives. I wrote a sadistically evil Doctor, a psychopathic billionaire heiress, and a Wild West warlord this year all within the context of CM and they were SO MUCH fun, I'm sad I killed them all. I also just think it's interesting to explore the potential depths of OCs within the fanfiction genre. So, that was a pleasant surprise when all I anticipated starting on this journey was a new way to explore the characters I already love.
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
Ugh. I dunno. Too many words, but here's this from my first OC I still love and miss: Cheers, Caro, you might be in my first OG novel one day:
"Time to make an offering.
The clothes and the phone bundled in her hands, she turned to the door. Walked down the narrow stairs, across the empty hall. Pushed the creaking screen door open against a violent night, the storm which had gathered earlier finally unleashing its fury.
She cradled the phone with the image of those hands frozen, locked against her. Against her. On her. In her. Choking life back into her.
Edging the rusted gate open she entered the garden. The wildness couldn’t compare with home, but it was something. " The Eyes Have It, Chapter 19
12. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I think I've expressed this already elsewhere but... I wasn't a writer at all before this year. I dabbled for years in poetry and songwriting before landing at a point where I assumed my creativity was dead beneath the yoke of daily life and responsibility. When I started reading fanfiction, I was more depressed than I have ever been in my life. I buried myself in the words of others and wished I could even come close to that kind of creative expression. So when I finally sat down to write a story, I outlined something that came nowhere close to the story I ultimately wrote--and that's when I learned it's not about planning or hoping to do it, it's just about doing it. So, if anything, I grew comfortable with the idea that I can write and that I should--for myself. Because it helps.
13. How do you hope to grow next year:
I hope to start finishing my WIPs more succinctly and with a bit more regularity. I do think I need to spend less time writing fanfic and more time honing my other skills. It is difficult to find the delicate balance between doing something for fun and doing it because you feel you need to please others. That's the double-edged sword of writing and posting fics--sometimes you feel the guilt weigh heavy when you let. a story lie there for months without relief. So, I want to probably slow down with my writing and be a little more intentional with it going forward. (Though honestly, that pains me to imagine--I love following the faintest whiff of fresh plot wherever it might lead). I do know I have no plans on stopping now that I've started.
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
This is so hard. I've met so many new people this year who have endlessly encouraged and inspired me. Way too many to list here. I will shout out to @foggyblues-ralvez for being the first person to say Hi to me from the fandom (seriously, my dear Mandy, thank you <3). @masterwords, I love you and writing with you has been a fucking honor (also just hi, you should do this if you haven't yet, ily). @spencer-reids-adventures--endless love for your support and comments and the sprints, literally every step of the way. And then I'll shout out @brillianthijinx because darlin' you bring out a side in me I love and am terrified by lol, in the best way. But again, if I were to personally shout out every single person who has made an impact on me and my writing this year this silly thing would be longer than my ao3 wordcount. No one wants that.
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
I won't go into detail here, but, yes. I write Spencer as my comfort character. While I sensationalize his issues to suit the story, the emotions are written from repressed experiences I have never explored. Writing is therapy as much as it is an obsession for me.
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Just start writing. Don't think. Write. Share it or don't. Edit or don't. Just write. Every damn day, if you can.
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
Good lord, ALL of them. I hope to finish Casimir Pulaski Day by the end of January. I will be bringing back Signed, Sealed, Delivered in January as well. I want to finish up a few short fics soon and then continue my sequel to Silk Road quite soon. I have several A/B/O fics in the works, including the sequel to Old Town Road. @masterwords and I will of course be continuing our soft Hotchreid saga in Missing Pieces of Sleep. And then, you know, in my spare time I plan to start up part 2 of Finding it Out to explore some complicated Moreid/Hotchreid love triangle stuff within the canon. So, I've got a few things going on, ya.
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.
@masterwords @eldrai @goobzoop @tobias-hankel @pandorasdreamings @fortheloveofwonderland
#year in review#writing#fanfiction#criminal minds#ao3 writer#2022#been a fuckin year#hotchreid#spencer reid fanfiction#i might love him#1 million words#of love#and pain
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100 letters
part 5.
Kageyama really didn't write Hinata for a long time, trying to fulfill his own promise, being sure that the red-haired boy didn't need it either and would only create problems, misunderstandings between them. But it became a strange habit, which in a couple of short letters became ingrained in Tobio's whole body at once: he was drawn to write to Shoyo when he was worried that he was just a bait; he was drawn to write when ace appeared in the team and when Nishinoya taught Hinata to take the ball; when they went to the first trial match with Nekoma and when they were going to fight with Seijo. Not to say that Kageyama had anything to write other than what he had already said: how terrible Shoyo is, how he needs to devote more time to training, what a bad athlete he is. That's why Tobio didn't write. Although he wanted to say all this and even more, but he held back because he believed that none of them needed it.
It wasn't true. He had no idea how much Hinata needed it.
Shoyo checked his bag every morning in case of new letters. And when he came to class, he literally turned it inside out, fearing that the letter was lost somewhere, fell down or something, and then walked from the gym to the classroom and back every break, believing that he just dropped a piece of paper on the way. This was not the case, and the lack of letters upset him. Hinata himself didn't know why, because he really hated Kageyama, but only the fact that Tobio told him what he thought, unlike everyone else, made something inside turn over. Shoyo even thought of writing Kageyama a letter himself, or even talking, telling him that he was not at all against such a romantic interaction (it sounds wrong for enemies, but Hinata could not find another word). There was something beautiful about this interaction. Thus, Shoyo even began to regret throwing away Kageyama's other letters. He could have left them and kept them, but then he could not have imagined that he would miss it so much.
Kageyama wrote the next letter only when they lost to Seijo. And this letter was short:
"Hinata,
I'm sorry I made you a pass. You could be at nationals, but because of me, you won't.
I'm sorry about that.
With regret,
Fool."
Hinata then very much wanted to tear up this letter, but did not dare, because it was the first in months. Instead, he saved the letter and put it in the desk drawer that he had specially allocated for Kageyama's letters.
For a long time, this mailbox was full of just one letter.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu incorrect quotes#hinata shoyuo#kageyama tobio#kagehina#kageyama x hinata#kagehina fic
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Nat wants to know literally everything about Beck, I'm sorry... 3, 5, 8 (as if Beck has a choice, she says), 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, 18, 19, 21, 23, 25, 26, 27
What would your muse’s ideal date be?
Hmmm... I mean there could be a LOT. Beck likes 99 percent of things her partner will do with her. Hell, Beck likes doing things she doesn't even like doing if it is with her partner. So I'll give you an example of one specific one, but know that there are many ideal date ideas for Beck.
Take her to some sort of fair or festival. She loves the obviously scammed carnival games and attempting to beat them. She actually really loves rides in general. When the night winds down go somewhere dark and quiet in the middle of nowhere. If it is summer, strip down and hop into a creek or a river and swim in the glow of the fireflies. If it is winter, skate with her out on the lake. Take half a dozen picnic breaks under the stars and finally collapse onto the blanket next to one another. They can talk or make up stories or just lay there together. Stay up the whole night together, giggling from exhaustion but not wanting to fall asleep, not wanting the night to end. Let her feel wanted. Let her feel safe. Let her drop down her guard and open herself up.
“How easy is it for your muse to say, “I love you”?
Uhm... god that is actually kinda hard.
Depends on the person, I guess. It isn't hard with Nat. I think, especially in our main verse, it just comes out one night when they're young. A couple of months in they're in the car talking about nothing and there's a lapse in the conversation. Beck looks in the rearview and feels her entire world go fuzzy around the edges. She realizes the only thing she wants is right there with her. She feels this impossible pull toward Nat that takes away her breath and she just says it.
"I love you." And she pauses---she panics---for a moment. Then. "I'm sorry. Not that I said it. I meant it. I mean it. Just--just if it's too much to hear right now. I probably should have waited or something but I can't. I couldn't. You don't have to say anything, but I mean it."
Does your muse like a height difference with their partner?
RUDE!
Lol. I mean... I guess? I don't think it matters to her in a lot of situations, but there is something kinda hot about it when the heat is turning up if you get me.
What would make your muse immediately abandon a date?
With Natasha??? Nothing short of a complete and total mental break down. Even when they're younger and things between them are a lot more tense, at the end of the day, Nat can kinda do no wrong with Beck. She lets her away with waaaay more than she lets other people away with. Nat may not talk about it, but she has been through a lot, and Beck knows what it is like to be put through hell. So maybe Nat can be a little paranoid (and that means a lot coming from her because she's pretty cautious around people herself) and yeah she's kinda bossy at times, but she also is still pretty much living in survival mode. Beck might get mad, her feelings might get hurt, but she does realize this and actively try to control herself.
The only reason she ever did or ever would leave Nat is to keep her safe.
What physical attribute does your muse find most attractive?
She's---not hard to please LOL. Beck really loves hair. Nat is a redhead which especially makes her a little weak in the knees. But Beck thinks Nat is so beautiful that she says it is a crime to single out one piece of her.
What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?
In Natasha specifically? Her gentleness. Beck might not always know specifics, but she knows what Natasha was trained to do. She knows people have done unthinkable things to Natasha. But Nat never tries to hurt her. It happens sometimes, but it is usually by accident. Nat never just gets mad at her and takes digs at her, and she certainly never raises a hand to her. And honestly that's what Beck is used to from most people.
What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner?
I'm gonna be honest this question and my brain don't compute very well. I tried to answer it when another person sent it in and gave a very lame answer. Idk why.
The first thing Beck noticed about Nat was how homeless she looked and that's not very nice to say lmao.
Does your muse like receiving gifts from a potential partner? If so, what?
It depends? So like it boils down to why she thinks she's getting the gift. If she thinks you're giving her something to make her stop being angry with you or because she's sad, she either feels apathetic about it or potentially may get even angrier. But if someone just likes to give her gifts? Go crazy. She cares more about the fact that someone thought about her than the gift most of the time. Like if you buy her a bit of candy or a lemonade she's going to be just as over the moon as if you bought her something expensive.
Food is usually a safe choice, though she's wary of food that have been heavily processed. Clothes are also very safe. She actually likes it when her partner dresses her on like a special occasion because she's like "oooOoOoOOoOo you think I'm pretty in this?". She's a dork.
Does your muse find the idea of a secret admirer charming or off-putting?
Hmmmm. I don't think a secret admirer would work with Beck. She can't read, so if someone sent her presents with notes on it she'd be like "Boda what does this say" and Angrboda would probably lie. Because Boda trusts no bitch and would NOT be ok with a secret admirer.
She's also like, isolated in most verses. Even in our verse with Clint and Barck (that's what I'm calling Dog!Beck now), once she turns back into a person, it doesn't matter that she's in the city she still knows almost no one. And having someone know her that she doesn't know? Very likely to spook her.
She thinks the idea is very romantic... just maybe not for her.
Would your muse prefer a spontaneous date night, or a planned night out?
Either or. Beck's very spontaneous. She doesn't really get the point in planning things in advance when you could do them now. But Nat has a taxing job that takes her all over the world. They kinda have to plan stuff. It doesn't bother her. But she does forget a lot because she doesn't really keep a calendar. If they plan something Nat has to remind her about it the day before.
Does your muse fall for someone quickly, or does it take a bit to win their heart?
I don't think it takes long for Beck to fall. It takes longer for her to learn to trust than it does to fall in love. She is a bit of an expert on loving people she doesn't fully trust. She's had to because otherwise her life would be completely loveless. The only people she trusts completely are her familiars and her best friends and Cora---and older mentor/kind of adopted mother figure.
But Beck is emotional and feelings driven, and especially for Nat it doesn't take long at all for her to be like "well nothing but her matters now. cool."
Is your muse smooth when it comes to flirting? How do they handle being flirted with?
Yes. Beck is. My autistic ass on the other hand is not. It's something I really struggle to write so it doesn't get written as often as it probably should. It worms its way into drabbles more often than serious threads because I'm not as intimidated when I think the piece is mostly just something for me.
Beck flirts with pretty much everyone. It's just kinda how she talks half the time. And she loves it when people play along or flirt with her. She flirts with her friends constantly. But they all know it is a game. She doesn't like people that take it too far. You'll go from her giggling and twirling her hair to her hexing your shoes to the floor if you get too pushy. It's playful, it is light. It isn't meant to be taken seriously except with her partner.
Does your muse consider romantic holidays ( such as Valentine’s ) important to celebrate when in a relationship?
If Nat were to explain what it was, Beck would probably participate in Valentine's Day. She has a vague awareness of human holidays but generally half of what she "knows" about it are just weird assumptions she's made from watching random people out of context from a distance. Anniversaries and such though she does celebrate. And remember, astonishingly.
How much stock does your muse put in first impressions? What is the best way to make a good first impression with your muse?
Very little. Beck puts on a face/act half the time. She thinks most people lie out of the gate. Because of that there is no first good impression. She can get a good feeling about you if you're not a douchebag, but she can get a bad feeling about you if you're an angel too. She's fickle and untrusting.
Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?
She's definitely a go with the flow kinda person. She'll do it the other way for people who need it, but she figures if she wanted to Properly Arrange a relationship she'd have gone to the Order of the Nine and submitted herself for and arranged marriage. What's the point? Just figure it out as it goes.
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My PC killed another PC
The thing with dnd beyond is, you can see all the characters in the group, so if you want to surprise them with something you gotta be real sneaky about it. I'm a forever DM and when I got my chance to be a player in a friend's campaign, my DM brain kicked into gear and I started planning a series of fun surprises for my character that the group would learn as the group got to know each other.
My group of friends knows me, they know that I've never liked kenku because they're a bit gimmicky, so for a new campaign I thought I would surprise them by playing one. I'm one of those DMs who does a lot of voices, and so I made a list of personalities the character would quote when speaking; I put work into it. I wrote the backstory, discussed with the DM, and I was actually feeling pretty excited about this kenku.
Until one of the players jumped on dnd beyond and saw my character sitting there in the campaign page and said in our Discord, "Oh wow, ArdisFoxx is playing a kenku?? Amazing!" I thought, well shit. I was banking on surprising the group and now the whole thing had been spoiled. It wouldn't have the same payoff now, for me or for them.
My thoughts immediately began to pivot.
Years of DMing had trained me how to deal with changes in the narrative. When players do shit you don't expect, you improvise. Adapt. Overcome. So I decided on a new surprise.
The group had been trudging through the sublevels of Death House, a horrifying dungeon in the depths of a cursed Barovian mansion. The group heard wailing from somewhere within, and crept forward, edging their way into an underground jail. They moved past the corpses of prisoners who had been tortured to death, through the blood-soaked hallways of broken stone and dirt. They entered a cell where two creatures had been chained to a wall - a woman, and a kenku. They discussed among themselves whether they should release the prisoners - but it was the sort of good natured debate players do when they know the stranger before them is their friends character. It's the kind of discussion that gets peppered with knowing smiles and laughter whenever someone jokes, "They could be dangerous, just leave them". Everyone at the table knows that they will release the prisoners. They're just roleplaying a little, letting the scene breathe, but they know what's coming.
Except that they didn't.
I had discussed with the DM, my desire to make a bait and switch. I'd introduce a new character - a gritty noir detective hot on the trail of an insane kenku thief and murderer. The DM was on board - another player didn't like their dragonborn they had made and wanted to switch too, so together we concocted a plan to pull a fast one on the group.
So there they were, in the pits of this killer dungeon, in a gothic horror setting, smiling with relief as they made ready to release the prisoners that were sure to be great allies in their fight to escape this place where Literally Everything Was Terrible and Trying to Kill Them. The dragonborn picked the lock, released my kenku from his manacles, and the DM looked at me expectantly. "What does Zesi do?" To the total surprise of the other 5 players, I immediately attacked the dragonborn with my cursed dagger, striking with advantage. I hit the sorcerer and made a show of rolling damage, to which the player declared had dropped him to 0hp. The DM declared him dead instantly, with the kenku pulling his soul into a cursed dagger.
On the very next turn the DM described a silver haired man in a long brown trench coat dashing into the room. The group embodied all of their bewilderment as the DM looked to me again, asking, "What does Neph do?"
TL;DR: Forever DM joins his players in another campaign as a player, only to use their meta knowledge against them and continue fucking with them
Bonus: Here's that same silver haired detective which I doodled earlier this month. His homunculus is a 2-foot tall gargoyle named Smoliath (90s kids know), and his Guidance spell is magic cigarettes!
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Unit Teambuilding - Lucas
I know full well I talked about Lucas before but I can't find the old writeup so new year new me I guess. Let's talk that expansion.
Grid Expansion
Lucas was, at the time, considered by many to be better than Renegade Cynthia. Better setup tools, better DPS pressure, better partners with the Dragon Zone thing. As a result, I doubt many looked at Lucas and though man. There's someone who really needs an expansion. But he got it, so here we go.
Lucas wanted for nothing. His sync was tremendous, his DPS was higher than average thanks to "accuracy issues" he fixed with his TM that perfectly set up all his needed offenses. He even got to cap his own speed for his Inertia multiplier, and rotated Free Moves Next with each Trainer Move into Roar of Time. Lucas was crazy good. The only thing that languished in time was the lack of extension effects. Anyone who's anyone extends their field effects nowadays, GRUSHA, so it's the only thing Lucas realistically could ask for.
So it makes sense that's all he got. No really, that is the only thing of note he received. Brain Sync 2 and Sharpened Mind 1 are fine but negligible buffs, Status Immunity is pure Gauntlet gimmick that isn't even super useful for a Tech without bulk and healing, Soften Up is cute but pretty easy to ignore, and Satisfied Snicker does not currently align to any Dragon types. No one in the type has Devastation except C!Iris, who is physical, and just wants to partner with NC Nate these days. Literally the only thing of value is the extension.
But hey, probably speaks well of the pair's utility that, even when they reached the point they could give him more, they couldn't think of anything that impactful that wasn't just extension of a field effect. Which is odd because I sure can! Look, he's a Zone support, what are Zone supports for? Why do people focus on these field effects? That's right, it's to nuke the hell out of some fools. Which means the person setting the field effect? Ideally they're more DPS focused than sync, or at least pack other beneficial effects. Lucas' Satisfied Snarl isn't it, and while his base DPS is good, it's not like they couldn't afford a 30% bonus somewhere, you know? I just feel like he gained too little, when there was still room for improvement compared to modern fare.
EX and Move Level?
To put it bluntly, if you have 3/5 Lucas, you have no reason to fret. Lucas is not SS Diantha, he is not living and dying by the presence of his field effect, and thus can rely on waiting until just before sync to set it like a normal sync pair. Extension 3 offers nothing so substantial that this becomes a requirement. If you have Lucas 1/5 and mostly used him for some nice DPS pressure and support to SS Serena, you'll be happy to know nothing has changed. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.
Team 1: Lucas, SS Brendan/NY Clair, SS Serena
This is the team that put Lucas' name on the map. Dragon Zone was good initially because of the myriad free dragons, but when SS Serena dropped just two months later, Lucas exploded onto the field as a supportive pair. Serena was already insane in her damage contributions, but with Zone active? The game is actually over. SS Brendan's eventual release later that year perfected the core, offering sharp Sp Def drops through Luster Purge, paralysis for gimmick checks, Potion, Sp Def for defensive backbone, among other traits. Granted, Brendan and Serena fight for sync, but Serena wins, and it's not like there's a better Dragon Su-OH WAIT THERE IS. Kinda. She doesn't drop Sp Def, but NY Clair offers a team-wide DPS boost under Dragon Zone, prevents enemy Dragons getting a boost from it, and solves all of Serena's crit needs in one action, while supplying Def for survival. She's a bit less sturdy than Brendan, lacking Potion, but either achieves the goal.
Team 2: Lucas, Roxanne, Cyrus/Lance/SS Cynthia
In the times before SS Serena, Cyrus was the go-to man of the hour. SS Cynthia was still pretty middling, while Cyrus' own grid and expansion turned out pretty great. His Dragon damage wasn't exceptional by any means, but he was a good, and more importantly, free EX Striker. Roxanne covered for Cyrus' TM and avoided that recoil while supplying the needed stats. In modern times, Roxanne has an EX we'd like to use, and Lance's Hyper Beam is serious business DPS after his own expansions allowed him to handle crit rate. Or you can pack SS Cynthia, whose 3/5 focus appreciates this composition as well. 5/5 can get Free Moves Next on a paralyzed opponent, so she might prefer Brendan for the stats and extra Hostile Environment roll.
Team 3: Lucas, SS Mina, SS Leon
This is a more recent acquisition, focused on SS Mina's ability to give SS Leon what he wants, by blocking half the damage from enemy sync with her Buddy move. This allows Leon to fully power up his DPS pressure, with Lucas providing the Zone. It's a little risky, and not super worth it since Leon doesn't have a sync conditional for it, but you have that option. Lucas' own speed capping and rotation of Free Moves Next helps alleviate the gauge problems.
Team 4: Lucas, SS Kris, Clair/Zinniquaza
This is one I'll do sometimes, but Clair was approximately saved by SS Kris' introduction, thanks to her compression of Rain. Lucas can fit in here, supplying the Zone. Clair misses paralysis, but given her bonus crit in rain node, she's able to start firing strong DPS earlier than usual with this core, contributing meaningful DPS alongside Lucas, who I think is still just stronger. If you want something a little more modern, Zinniquaza's mega evolution gets some big numbers, but you do need MPR Kris to make the crit rate for her.
Team 5: Lucas, Lucian, Drake
If you just want Lucas to do the killing, here you go. Lucian has the needed Sp Def debuffs, speed boosts to ease Lucas' demands, and is all around ridiculous. Drake is chosen as support for theme skills, because all you realistically need is defensive stats for survival; Lucas is purely self-sufficient.
Final Thoughts
Lucas is still pretty great. I think the focus should be a bit more on his DPS, since I personally find he uses that more than he uses sync, but I'm willing to let that go. He does pretty well, even if he's not my most used dragon man.
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#5
Yeah I’m gonna post this because honestly 37 is the truest version of myself yet. People throw around the phrase “living their best life” and good for them but have you considered aging even more and loving it with each new step? I could never have conceived of feeling this content when I was in my twenties. Can’t wait to round out the next decade. Happy Halloween birthday to me 🥳🎃🖤
11 notes - Posted October 31, 2022
#4
I saw one (1) video and I’m back on my sea shanty bullshit, but the point I want to make is that for OFMD season 2, Stede’s crew should learn some shanties (“it builds teamwork, guys! And some of us need a little help with our rhythm, hey? Plus, isn’t it fun?”) and it would be adorable while they stumble their way through learning to sing together – until we come to a scene on Blackbeard’s ship, in the dark, and the fog, while Ed watches moodily out over the silent bow, and from somewhere out in that deep oversea darkness comes a low, echoing hum of bassy harmonies that float hauntingly above the water lapping the hull, growing closer and more distinct as another ship’s silhouette materializes through the fog in the anemic moonlight with Stede standing out on the foremast spar among the rigging leading a dirge about lost love.
26 notes - Posted April 23, 2022
#3
Cardassian party games be like
if you drop your egg you get the four lights torture
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#2
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My #1 post of 2022
Captain Christopher Pike is an infosec nightmare.
His command code string is 2-4-6-8-10. Like what
M’Benga insinuates it’s been this way for a long time and Pike has never changed it
The man is walking around with command codes that IT set for him by default and told him to reset the first time he logged in and he just. Never did that.
The Serene Squall pirate crew tortured him for this code. They could’ve just fuckin’ guessed it in one go.
But they didn’t know that and their mistaking this man for a competent firewall led to him great-british-baking his way into a mutiny incitation and escape. anyway
Pike is Starfleet’s best, a Boy Scout, who is also gonna get them fuckin’ hacked
This man is sooo socially engineerable
He has never once completed a required infosec course
I know this because he walks onto the USS Discovery and expects them to just hand him command. Because he’s nice and he said so and obviously he means it, scout’s honor. Nevermind that an official fleet communique has never arrived, or that his identity is entirely unconfirmed
He’s so wonderful because he’s so kind and trusting but he is so phishable for the same reasons
The human brain has spindle neurons that are associated with emotion and social behaviors. On earth, these evolved separately in only three types of creatures - great apes/humans, elephants, and dolphins. Cetacean Ops is a thing; Elephantid Ops is not. Presumably the dolphins keep their shit together and the elephants don’t. And then there’s the highly-decorated human captain of the fleet’s flagship just. Being an exceptional representative of his species while literally letting fucking anyone onto the bridge of his ship
He’s the type to repeatedly dismiss a notification about required password trainings every single day for months on end
Una sees it once and is like umm you know they fire people for not doing those, right?
But he knows about Discovery, what are they gonna do? Let him just leave?
So no, he never even gets reprimanded
No wonder he and Section 31 hate each other. They know this guy is a complete security idiot. Meanwhile, Pike thinks making someone buzz in with their own badge is rude and a morally gray area
Too many spindle neurons, that one
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#5
ofc the day I finally get my top surgery date set is the first day in months that I feel utterly ambushed by Bad Brain for the first half of the day before getting the phone call lol. Anyway I’m initiating operation flatness at the end of January woop woop.
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#4
sometimes love is a quiet spoon
because metal scraped against ceramic
is painful to sensitive, half-sleeping ears
sometimes love is trusting
enough to say "hey, this hurts"
what to some might seem foolish or small
and love is listening
finding ways to live more gently
and to need more honestly
and to say
okay
I will try something new
so here is to compostable plastic spoons
kept from a trip to IKEA
they are now a tool of affection
just a small way for me to make life
a little easier to walk through
and every morning
a wordless prayer
over my cereal
sleep well
wake gently
know that you're safe here
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#3
Good Omens Fanfic: The Gospel of Crowley (Chapter 13)
“I asked God about you.”
Crowley’s stomach plunged through the earth and he steeled himself. That is, he tried to steel himself, but could not find much steely within to summon.
“Eh?” he croaked. He cleared his throat. “That so.”
Jesus’ expression was complicated, brow furrowed, mouth twisted somewhere between a weak smile and a pensive frown.
“I’m still trying to figure out the answer. But here’s what I think it is.”
—–
An AU where Crowley and Aziraphale end up a bit more involved in Jesus’ life than they intended. Begins around the Nativity, hits upon various points in Jesus’ childhood and the rest of his life and death. Kids have always been easy for Crowley to interact with, but what about the literal son of God?
So, wow... it’s been ages. This chapter was sitting around waiting for edits for a while and now we can finally share it! It may be a while before the next update since the next chapter is only half written... but we do intend to continue. We love this story a lot.
Preview:
Rain fell heavily on the thirsty earth, and it was too dry to drink it. Huge stretches of rock and brush were submerged in pools of runoff, wide temporary rivers cutting new paths in the dust, and the desert became muted, colors blurred and softened under the dark grey sky.
There was no pressing reason for Crowley to be out here, standing underneath his tree. It certainly didn’t need watering, and its roots were holding well. Still, an inner compass had pulled him ever closer in his restless wanderings along the washed-out road, and the scent of the fruit, gone bright in the rain, had done the rest.
He sat in the lower branches now, listening to the loud patter of fat drops on glossy leaves. It was peaceful. He kept his eyes closed, or watched the movement of the muddy water below. He tried not to remember. At one point, his eyes tracked the crawling of a tiny bedraggled fig wasp, its wings too heavy for flight.
Wet footsteps below brought him out of his trance.
“What are you doing out here?” Crowley asked before he even saw Jesus.
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#2
Did not anticipate just how much being trapped at home with covid in the early summer would make me want to be able to go shirtless all the time but it really does. Why do my nipples have to be female presenting.
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We Don’t Talk About Vector
(Just after Nasch and Rio remember they’re barians, but before remembering that Vector killed them, they ask the other barians if they can trust Vector or not)
We don’t talk about Vector, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Vector… but
(Gilag and Alito)
We were invading earth
[We were invading earth]
Just possessing humans and we thought things were goin’ just fine
[thought this was our time to shine]
Vector shows up in this middle school getup
[LITTLE PUNK]
You telling this story or am I?
[Sorry bro, my bad, go on.]
Vector tanned Alito’s hide
[that so-called Shingetsu Rei]
I swore I’d carry on his fight
[wish I’d seen it a mile away]
Vector got Yuma on his side
[what a surprise that tricky bastard LIED]
We don’t talk about Vector, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Vector!
(Durbe)
We’ve gone centuries putting up with his audacity
His bragging and his brashness push our patience past capacity
But I must admit, that in your absence, he’s made plans….
Plans that while elaborate have proved that he’s intelligent
And whate’er his motive is the outcome’s to our benefit
But then again, he is a master at all sleight of hand
Do you understand?
(Mizael)
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could we have more sapnap x karl x quackity x reader maybe about how reader joins, or how the relationship is revealed, or angst, also is there a reason that anon asks are turned off? i mean it might just be me also cause i cant switch to anon, ik that hairbrush anon loves this blog and wants to request but they cant cause anon is turned off, (i know hairbrush anon irl so thats how ik this for some background context) sorry if this is rude
anon: “ Your karlnapity fanfics are sooooo good. I was wondering if you could make another one, it could be about literally anything and I’ll read it. Keep up the great work! “
sapnap x karl x quackity x reader
trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of panic attacks
premise: how you joined the Karlnapity poly cue
{also the anon thing was fixed once I got this ask}
“belp” talking
‘blep’ texting
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You didn’t meet them intentionally, far from, actually, you had only met Alex, the first of the boys you’d met, by pure chance.
Well, pure chance, and an asshole who didn’t look where he was going outside A hall.
~~
You had just emerged from your first class of the year, a debate class, with maybe 50 students total, and were immediately slammed into by some jerk who didn’t even stop at first.
You had fallen into someone, who after making sure you were stood up right began to cuss the guy out in Spanish.
“You got something to say to me, dick?” The guy had asked as he turned around.
“Yeah bitch! Why the hell did you push them?”
If you thought this dudes 5′ 9′’ ass wasn’t gonna square up to a huge football player you’d’ve been wrong.
“They were the one who didn’t fucking move, so don’t fucking start with me!”
“Bro you literally slammed into them! You could’ve fucking moved man!” He shoved the guys shoulder, “You didn’t have to take the asshole route, yet we’re still here.”
“Listen Dick, I don’t give a shit, they were in the fucking way.”
“Man your really looking for a fucking fight are you?” He shrugged off his back pack and let it drop to the ground.
The guys laughed, pushing up his sleeves, “I could take your scrawny ass any day, chicca.”
Before he had a chance to blink a fist had been launched toward his face, catching him right in the jaw.
He stumbled back, looking almost as surprised as the guy you’d tripped into, who was looking down at his own fist, clearly in pain.
“Oh you little bitch!” The jock growled, moving to punch him back.
Quickly you scooped up his bag, shoving it into his arms, “We gotta go!!” You shoved the guy, grabbing your saviors hand and tugging him along as you started to run.
As you dodged around campus, trying to lose the yell of the jock behind you the guy who you’d dragged with, offered, “I’m Alex.”
“(y/n),” You slowed to a stop, “I think we lost him.”
Alex nodded, wincing as he examined his knuckles.
You took his hand, checking over it carefully, “It’ll bruise hard, you might not have full dexterity for a while. That’s what you get for punching someone without preparing,” You chuckled, glancing around, “My dorm’s not more than five minutes away, if you don’t have another class to get too, we can go get you some ice.”
“That’d be good.” He winced.
After taking him back to your dorm and getting his hand iced, he disappeared, saying he was late to meet someone, and you rarely saw him again except for your debate class, where you hardly spoke.
~~
You’d met Nick not too long after, though this time, pure chance was more purely your friend George catching you sneaking out of a party you didn’t want to be at.
“Seriously (y/n)? It’s barley even been an hour!” The brit yelled.
“It’s way too loud in there,” You hissed, motioning to the frat house, “I can’t hardly think, let alone stand it.”
“George! Get back in here! Clay challenged someone to a drinking contest and it about to start!” Someone yelled from the house.
“Yeah, in a second Sapnap!” He called before turning back to you, “Stay a little while longer?”
“I don’t want to be here.” You growled, but he was already dragging you back towards the house, saying:
“Come on, it’ll be entertaining if he wins and if not, well, it’ll still be pretty funny.”
Sighing, you allowed yourself to be pulled back inside, following George through to where Clay stood across a counter from a curly dark haired man, and Niki, a woman you’d met a few weeks prior, quietly pouring shots.
“Now the only reason I’m letting you do this Wil, is cause I know you won’t be able to do more than three.” She muttered, sliding the shots between them.
George laughed, “This is gonna be great!”
You sighed, moving to stand back against one of the walls, next to a dirty blonde man, who said, “You don’t look to happy to be here.”
“Not a fan of the noise.” You muttered, rubbing at your forehead.
He nodded, “Makes sense, one of my boyfriends doesn’t like the noise either. I’m Nick.”
“Didn’t George just call you Sapnap? What is with people around here and having weird nicknames?” You shook your head with another sigh, “I’m (y/n).”
“I dunno. Half the people I know at this school have weird nicknames,” He began to point at various people around the room, “Dream, Fundy, Skeppy, Hbomb, Quackity’s around here somewhere. Hell I even know someone who calls himself ‘Technoblade’.”
“Sounds like a prick.” You chuckled.
Nick nodded, “Oh he is.”
You continued to talk for a while, watching as Wilbur tried to out drink Clay, and failing miserably not to laugh when he nearly fell down, totally wasted.
“Hey, uh I think we should head out. I feel bad leaving Kar...” Alex trailed off as he realized you were standing with Nick, “Hey, your uh, (y/n) right?”
“Yeah, Alex, you almost busted your knuckles trying to fight McAllen outside debate with Fenner.” You chuckled.
Nick turned to Alex, “You what?!”
“uhh...” he stuttered nervously.
“You told Karl you fell!”
“In my defense he pushed- no not even- he slammed into (y/n)!” Alex said desperately.
“He did, Alex was just defending me,” Alex grinned at your addition, “But...” his face fell, “This one also is essentially just an angry chihuahua.”
“Dude!”
Nick chuckled, “Their right. You are an angry chihuahua.”
Alex rolled his eyes, glancing at his phone, “We should go, Karl’s texting me angry emojis.”
Nick nodded, “It was nice to meet you (y/n).”
“You too.” You smiled, and then they were gone again.
~~
You didn’t meet Karl for almost a month after that, only encountering the man in the colorful sweater when you had been left sitting alone in the dining hall, after a late night study session.
Niki had left a few minutes earlier, but it was long enough that he’d assumed you’d been sitting alone.
“Oh hey, sorry I’m late!” He had called, just a hair too loud.
You blinked up at the mousy haired boy, confused for a moment, before motioning for him to sit down, “It’s okay.”
The few people still left in the hall barley paid attention, so you stifled a laugh, “I wasn’t waiting for someone, my friend just left actually.”
His face got red, “Oh, I- sorry- I’ll just leave then.”
He started to stand up but you held out a hand, “No- uh- you, can stay. I don’t mind.”
He grinned, “I’m Karl! Karl Jacobs!”
“I’m (y/n). Thank you for trying to save me from mild embarrassment.”
“It was nothin, just don’t think people should have to be alone.”
You giggled, “Knight in shining armor.”
That made Karl grin even more, giggling a bit as he asked, “Whatcha working on?”
“Oh, Niki and I were just studying for finals, it may be a few weeks away but I want to be ready.” You chuckled.
“Man, I’m glad I’m only taking one class this semester.”
“Lucky.” You sighed, tucking the last of your papers into folders and stowing them away in your bag, “No late night cram sessions for you then.”
“Nah, my boyfriends’ll rope me into helping them study.”
“Thats the price you pay.” You chuckled.
He nodded solemnly, “A price I am very willing to pay.”
“They sound like lucky guys.” You smiled wistfully, quietly wondering why all the cute guys you’d been meeting were dating, either other people, or each other.
Karl not noticing the almost bitterness in your voice chirped, “Yup!”
~~
“Come on! They’d love you!” Karl exclaimed.
You’d been becoming friends with Karl over the last few months, and now he was begging you to go and meet his partners.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah!” Karl was practically bouncing up and down, “Your like the best! I want my boys to meet you!”
You groaned, letting your head fall into your hands, “Fine.”
“Yay!” Karl giggled, tugging at your wrist, “Come on!”
You looked up from the table at him. “Right now?”
“Yeah, I was suppose to be meeting them at the library.”
Sighing you stood up, “I hate this.”
He smiled sympathetically, “Sorry.”
You slipped your bag over your shoulder, and followed him out of the dining hall towards the library, trying to ignore the stupid feeling in your stomach at his hand in yours.
Upon reaching the library Karl excitedly dragged you over to a table in the corner where your stomach dropped upon seeing who was sitting there.
“(y/n)?” Alex asked.
You chuckled, “Snapmap and Chihuahua boy, I didn’t realize this Karl was your Karl.”
Karl looked confused, looking back and forth between you and his boyfriends, “You guys know each other?”
“That one talked to me at a party when my friends all but ditched me,” You pointed at Nick, and then too Alex, “That one tried to fight someone who bumped into me.”
“Thats- you know what, I’m not gonna ask.” Karl said, plopping down next to Alex.
You sat down on the opposite side of the table next to Nick, “Karl you text in angry emojis?”
~~
Over the next few weeks Karl continued to drag you along to various study sessions, movie nights and other things you assumed would normally just be the three of them, making you confused heart even more confused.
It was strange that they willingly let you intrude on there dates, and any time you tried to bring it up with Karl he’d just brush it off, and if you mentioned it to Nick or Alex, they’d say something about how they were good with it cause Karl was.
And then one night, you were all piled up on the fire escape of the boys apartment building, Alex had just gotten back from a seminar, and was half curled on Nick’s lap, legs stretch across Karl, who was also leaning against Nick.
You quietly hummed a song you heard Wilbur playing, freezing as Karl tugged on your hand, pulling you closer to lean on him, Nick’s arm stretching just a bit farther to wrap around your waist as well, almost cementing you into the moment.
“I like this.” Karl murmured.
Alex nodded sleepily, and Nick looked at your over Karl’s head, “(y/n), uh- I guess we’ve been meaning to- uh- to ask-”
“He means, do- do you want to join this relationship?” Alex asked, cutting him off.
You blinked, surprised, and Karl quickly started talking in your silence, “You don’t have too, we just figured, you know, we, really like, you and- it- we think you like us-”
Cutting him off, you grabbed the sides of his face, quickly pressing your lips to his, and then pulling away, you leaned over to kiss Nick, and then Alex.
“I knew there was a reason you kept letting me in on your dates!”
#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagines#sapnap x reader#karl jacobs x reader#quackity x reader#sapnap x karl x quackity x reader#karlnapity#karlnapity x reader#teddy06 writes
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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 5: Crimson Pages
Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader
Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama
WC: 6k
Warnings for this chapter: strong language, mentions of murder, blood, alcohol consumption, kook is an ass, tae is hot af, I think that’s it let me know if I need to add anything else
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summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.
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The sound of pans clanging around in the kitchen brings Jungkook out of the deep slumber he was in. It was the first time in more than a week that he actually got a decent amount of sleep.
Jungkook groans and rubs his eyes tiredly.
When he is finally able to orient himself and remember where he is, he squints in the direction of the kitchen to see a shirtless Taehyung digging around in his pantry.
"The hell are you doing?" Jungkook slurs.
Taehyung turns around when he hears the younger's voice, "Oh, morning Kook."
Then he turns and continues to rummage around noisily. Jungkook sighs and drops his head back down onto his pillow. He flings one of his arms over his eyes to block the sunlight streaming in and reminding him of the precious sleep he just lost.
After a minute, Taehyung walks over and slaps Jungkook on the stomach.
Jungkook flinches, then groans in annoyance, "What the hell?" He snaps at Tae.
The older boy just smirks down at him, "Do you even eat? There's literally nothing to eat here but ramen and a few mushy apples."
Jungkook rubs his eyes, "What?"
"Food. Sustenance. You have none." Tae speaks up louder making Jungkook flinch again.
"If you're gonna complain then get the fuck out," Jungkook mumbles sleepily, turning away from his idiotic friend and closing his eyes again.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, then slaps Jungkook's ass, hard.
The sleepy boy jerks up and turns to grab at Taehyung angrily, "Leave me alone, asshole! Go find your own food!" He shouts, slapping at Tae's chest.
"Come with me."
"No."
"Please."
"Fuck off." Jungkook snarls then lies down again.
Tae sighs and sits on the edge of Jungkook's bed, "Grumpy butt." He mutters.
Jungkook turns his head to peek at Tae, then he sighs, "Fine. Get dressed."
"Yippee!" Tae gets up and runs over to where his bag is, pulling out his clothes as fast as he can. Jungkook sighs tiredly and forces himself to get up and dress too.
_
"So, when are you supposed to be finished?" Tae asks around a mouthful of food. He and Jungkook are in a small cafe, eating the breakfast that he so graciously offered to pay for.
Jungkook finishes chewing and swallows before answering him, "They wanted it done within a month."
"A month? That's a big window. Most hits are a few days to a week." Tae muses as he takes another bite of his pancakes.
"I know," Jungkook mutters, confused himself. They had assured him that a month was expected, even when he told them, again and again, he could get it done within a week at the most.
Turns out he was wrong.
There must be something they know that he doesn't.
Jungkook still can't shake the feeling that the target is playing with him somehow. She must be putting on an act to catch him off guard when he least expects it.
"Sooo," Tae drawls, "Are you going to take a month to get it done?"
Jungkook sends him a glare, "Of course not, why would I waste time on one target?"
Tae shrugs, looking at Jungkook closely as he takes another bite of his food.
"How long has it been?"
"That's none of your business-"
"Why are you being so secretive all of the sudden?" Tae snaps, making Jungkook glance around to see if anyone is listening to their conversation.
There are only two other tables with people at the moment and none of them seem interested in anything going on around them outside of their little bubbles.
Good.
He turns back to his older friend and whispers fiercely, "Stop being so loud for fuck's sake. Are you trying to let the entire restaurant know what we're talking about?"
Tae just sneers at him before continuing to devour his breakfast, "I bet you a thousand bucks I'll be done with my hit before you're done with yours."
"Fuck off."
"No, I'm serious," Taehyung swallows the chewed-up pancake in his mouth, "I bet you one thousand that I'll be done first."
"No." Jungkook takes another bite, trying to ignore the young man sitting on the other side of the table.
"What? You scared you'll lose?" Taehyung taunts with a smirk on his face, "Why should someone as good at what he does as you be afraid of a tiny school teacher?"
Jungkook glances up at Taehyung, his eyes burning with anger, "Fine, you know what? I'll take your bet."
Tae drops his fork onto his plate and reaches across the table. When Jungkook takes his hand, he shakes it once, "Deal," Tae says triumphantly.
Jungkook just shakes his head and goes back to eating. He rolls his eyes when Tae speaks up again, "So, what's your plan?"
"You think I'd tell you?" Jungkook scoffs.
Taehyung shrugs, stuffing his mouth again.
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"Miss ___?"
You look up from the worksheets you were going through at your desk. The kids have been working quietly at their seats with whatever they wanted to do at this time.
A tiny girl named Minju is looking at you with big brown eyes, her long black hair is in two ponytails, one on each side of her head. You smile at her and set your pen down.
"How c-can I help you, M-Minju?"
She hands you a picture that she drew, "This is for you."
You look at it and see a few stick-figure kids smiling and holding hands in a line, at the end of the line is you, smiling and holding onto Minju's hand. You're even wearing your favorite white skirt and peach blouse, along with your chunky tennis shoes.
A few tears spring to your eyes and you look back at the small girl, "It's b-beautiful Minju. This m-must have taken you s-so long to do!"
She shakes her head and smiles shyly, "It only took me maybe a little bit of time?"
You laugh and hold the picture to your chest, "I l-love it. Thank y-you so much."
She nods again, then she leans in closer to whisper softly, "You know we love you, right Miss ___?"
You try your best to hold in your tears as you nod, "I love you little d-ducklings too."
"Oh yes, we know!" She whispers enthusiastically before turning and hurrying back to her seat. You smile at her as she sits down and gets to work on another picture.
You place the picture as carefully as you can into your bag, wanting to frame it when you get home later. You're sure you have a frame somewhere that will fit it.
The rest of the school day goes by smoothly, nothing much happening besides the kids getting a lot of their school work done. You always give them time to do their homework on Fridays so they don't have to worry about it over the weekend.
You haven't seen Jungkook for a few days now, ever since you two hung out that day earlier this week. You were starting to wonder if there was something about you that he found annoying, then you reminded yourself of Mina's words to you a few years ago.
"If someone doesn't like you for who you are, please don't waste your precious time on them, ___. You're worth more than that."
It isn't your problem if someone doesn't like you, you're just going to keep on doing what you do best. And that's being a friend to anyone who wants it.
With that in mind, you pack up your stuff after seeing the kids off and wishing them a good weekend.
You look up when someone suddenly opens your classroom door, not even bothering to knock.
When Mr. Baek walks in, you feel your stomach drop.
"How c-can I help you?" You ask politely.
He chuckles darkly and you feel a shiver go down your spine when he walks over and sits on the edge of your desk, pushing his glasses up his long nose.
"Next week is the last week of school," He says casually.
You nod, "Y-Yes, it is."
He looks at you pointedly, "Are you coming back next year?"
You swallow thickly, "U-Um, I th-think so."
His demeanor changes suddenly and he glares at you before standing up, knocking some of the papers off your desk as he does.
Then he leaves without another word, practically slamming the door shut behind him.
You stare at the door in confusion, wondering what he has always had against you. He hasn't been very pleasant to you ever since you started working here back in August of last year.
You shake it off and finish packing your things.
When you're all packed up, you peek outside of your door, checking both ways down the halls to see if he's lingering around anywhere. When you don't see him, you slip out of your classroom and hurry down the hall towards the front.
You peek your head out the front too, glancing both ways before coming out and cautiously walking down the front steps.
Fixing your bag on your shoulder, you hurry down the sidewalk, just wanting to go home and not stop anywhere today.
"Hey, wait up."
You jump out of your skin at the sound of a voice right behind you. Then you turn and see Jungkook walking closer to you, a look in his eyes that you can't decipher.
"Heading home?" He asks casually.
You nod, a smile slowly spreading on your face at the sight of someone who you think might be your friend after all.
Jungkook smiles at you, but you notice something flash in his eyes before he smothers it and comes closer, "Can I walk you home?" He asks.
You look at him closely, trying to figure him out. When you can't, you nod once again, "Yes, tha-that would be ni-nice. Thank y-you."
Jungkook walks next to you as you continue on your way home. You try your best to think of something to say, but you aren't sure what to ask to make the awkward tension between you two break.
You glance over at Jungkook and see him watching his feet as he walks. That brings a smile to your face again.
You look down at your feet and notice how much bigger Jungkook's feet are than yours. Even with your tennis shoes, his feet look huge.
A tiny giggle escapes your lips and Jungkook lifts his head to look at you.
"What's so funny?" He asks in confusion.
"Oh, n-nothing." You assure him before biting your lip and looking down at your feet again. Jungkook squints at you suspiciously but lets it go.
When he looks back down he notices that your walking pace has matched with his.
He looks to the side at you and feels a tiny pinch in his chest when he notices how concentrated you are on trying to make sure your pace matches his.
Jungkook forces himself to look away, not liking the feeling that's coming over him all of the sudden.
Remember why you started this, Jungko-
"Where h-have you been, J-Jungkook?"
He starts at the sudden sound of your voice, then when he regains his composure he laughs sheepishly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
"I've been busy with work."
"Oh."
"And an old friend of mine came to town." He explains further, not sure why he feels the need to.
"Ah, r-really?" You ask enthusiastically, clearly excited for him, "That m-must be so n-nice."
"Meh, he can be a pain." Jungkook chuckles and you smile at that, then you frown.
"If your f-friend is visiting, you ought t-to be h-home with him."
"Nah, he's fine," Jungkook reassures you quickly, "He's probably just eating my food and watching TV."
You laugh at that, a bright sound that makes Jungkook genuinely smile for the first time since meeting you. You can see the smile in his eyes.
Then it's like it vanishes into thin air as he clears his throat.
"Anyway," He mutters, "Want to hang out this weekend?"
You look at your fingers that you are fiddling with, it's a habit you've had for years. Then you nod, "S-Sure, we c-can invite your friend-"
"No, it's fine," Jungkook cuts off your suggestion. For some reason, he doesn't want you to meet Taehyung.
Or maybe he doesn't want Taehyung to meet you.
Either way, he doesn't like it.
"I mean," He continues when he sees the look of confusion on your face, "He has something with work this weekend. He's on a business trip right now. So, he doesn't have a ton of time to hang out." Jungkook explains in a rush.
Now he's just rambling.
He clears his throat and nods, shutting up.
"Oh, ok." You say simply.
Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief when you don't push it any further.
You make it back to your house a little while later, Jungkook walking you up the stairs and right to your door.
"Thank you, f-for walking me h-home." You say sweetly, smiling at him.
Jungkook just nods, then after a moment of silence he speaks up, "So, what time did you want to hang out tomorrow?"
"Um, maybe w-we can meet for l-lunch?" You suggest.
Jungkook agrees quickly, "Alright, then I'll meet you downstairs at noon." Then he turns and hurries away, just like he always does.
You laugh at his behavior, wondering why he always seems to be in some kind of rush. Then you go inside, setting your things down before heading to your closet to find that frame you know you have that will fit the picture from Minju perfectly.
-
"Where were you?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes at the words Tae speaks right as he comes into his apartment, "Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I was bored all day long." Taehyung pouts.
Jungkook makes a face at him, "Entertain yourself then, idiot. I wasn't even gone for longer than an hour."
Tae watches Jungkook as he pulls his shoes off, "Were you working?" He asks with a lilt to his voice.
"If you must know, I needed to take a walk alone, without you talking my fucking ear off." Jungkook snaps.
Taehyung's eyebrows raise to his hairline, "Fuck, someone's grouchy. You on your period, Jeon?"
Jungkook looks up at Tae, dropping his shoes on the ground, an unamused expression painting his features.
He sees Tae's mouth twitching as he fights the urge to laugh. That just pisses Jungkook off even more. He bends to grab his shoes to put them back on, but Tae jumps up from the couch and hurries over to knock the shoes out of his hand.
"I was kidding, JK. Jeez."
"Why are you even here?" Jungkook asks in exasperation, "Aren't you supposed to be getting a hit done or something?"
"Don't pretend you don't like having me here," Tae smirks and punches Jungkook lightly on the arm.
"I don't."
Tae frowns, "You used to be a lot more fun."
"Well, I'm not anymore, so leave me alone." Jungkook brushes past Taehyung to get to the kitchen. But he gets stopped once more when Tae grabs his arm.
He looks at Tae in annoyance, "What is it?"
"I should be asking you that. The last time I saw you was a year ago and you were my same old Kook. What happened-"
"I grew up, okay?" Jungkook yanks his arm back and continues his trek to the kitchen to scrounge through the fridge.
"Growing up doesn't equal being an asshole to your best friend," Tae mutters before moving to the couch and plopping down onto it, now in just as much of a funk as Jungkook is.
The younger boy pulls a bottle of soju out of the fridge and glances at his friend sitting on the couch, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.
Jungkook purses his mouth before moving over to the couch and holding the bottle out to Tae.
The older boy looks away in a huff.
Jungkook sighs, "Look, Tae. I'm sorry, okay?"
Taehyung glances at him, "Sorry for what?"
Jungkook fights the urge to roll his eyes, "For being an asshole."
Taehyung snatches the bottle and opens it with ease, taking a quick sip before grinning at Jungkook, "Ok. I forgive you, you little shit."
Jungkook's nose twitches in irritation but he doesn't say another word.
"Well, I'm hungry," Tae says simply, taking another swig.
"Me too." Jungkook sighs, sitting on the couch.
"We need to go grocery shopping." Tae looks pointedly at his young friend.
They sit there in silence for a minute before Jungkook heaves a huge sigh, "We can go on Sunday."
"Why not today?"
"Because they have a lot more deals on Sunday," Jungkook says, making Tae choke on his next drink.
"The fuck, Jeon? What are you, an old woman?" He wipes his lips, smiling at the glare Jungkook gives him.
"No, I just prefer not to spend a fortune on things like food."
Tae shakes his head in disbelief, "Who the fuck are you these days?"
Jungkook just stands up to head to the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower. There's some ramen in the pantry."
"I'm sick of ramen," Tae moans.
"Good."
______________
You swipe the lip gloss over your lips gently, not wanting too much.
You never really wear make-up but you decided you wanted to try it out today and ask Jungkook how it looks. Mina is usually the one to tell you all the things you can do to improve it or tell you how good it looks. Since your best friend won't be back for another three weeks, you suppose Jungkook will have to do.
You look at the simple look you did, with just a little coverage, some mascara, gloss, and a tiny bit of blush. You think it looks okay, it's definitely a subtle difference.
Then you hurry to your closet to get out your favorite white skirt. You decide to wear your peach blouse today as well since it always lifts your mood and you could definitely use a mood-lifter.
When you're finished pulling your clothes on, you look at your phone and notice that it's a little after noon.
"Oh!" You run out to grab your purse, tripping a little on your own feet before you get on the ground and pull your shoes on.
By the time you're running down your steps, Jungkook is wondering if you've forgotten your plans as he stands downstairs and looks at the time on his phone.
Then he looks up to see you bounding down the steps, your hair flying around and your skirt hiked up as you hold it so you don't trip.
His eyebrows shoot up as you stumble in front of him.
"So-Sorry I'm late." You huff out as you struggle to get your hair out of your lip gloss where it decided to stick.
Jungkook shakes his head, "You're not late. I just got here." He isn't sure why he lies to make you feel better, but he does.
Then he notices that you're wearing make-up. It's not a lot, a very light look. But, it doesn't look that bad-
He shakes his head again to clear it.
No. No, no, no.
Jungkook clears his throat as you watch him curiously, "Y-You okay, Jungkook?"
He nods, "Fine. Let's go."
Then he turns and starts to walk briskly.
You hurry to catch up with him.
-
"You p-pick the food thi-this time." You say with a smile when he asks you what you want for lunch.
Jungkook looks around, then he points to a little restaurant, "How about that place?"
Well, that was easy.
You nod, "Sure! I've n-never been there."
"Me neither," Jungkook admits as you two make your way there.
You laugh at that and Jungkook finds himself fighting a smile.
Stop it.
Stupid.
Jungkook opens the door and walks in, once again leaving you to grab the door before it hits you. You brush it off and follow him in.
"Table for two?"
You see a girl in a black and white dress holding two menus and smiling at the two of you. Jungkook nods uncertainly and you two follow her to a table in the middle of the room.
After you sit, you look around and see a few couples eating at different tables around the restaurant. You look at Jungkook to see he's already looking through the menu.
"This place is fancier than it looked from the outside," Jungkook says with a frown as he looks over the options. He hadn't meant to take you to a nice place.
You grab your menu and open it up, almost gasping at the prices.
Then you look at Jungkook again. He glances up to see your huge eyes peeking at him from over your menu.
"L-let's get out of h-here." You whisper suddenly.
"What?" He whispers back.
You glance behind you to see the waitress coming over with some water for you both. She sets it down and smiles graciously.
"Would you like to order some other drinks?" She asks politely.
You look at Jungkook in a panic.
He gulps and looks back at the waitress cluelessly. You realize he is just out of his element as you are, so you speak up.
"C-Could we have another m-minute p-please?"
Her whole face changes when she hears your voice. Her eyebrow twitches and she bites back a laugh as she bows and moves away.
You have no idea why she did that so you just brush it off, but Jungkook has a feeling it had to do with your stutter. He looks at you as you glance around the fancy room cluelessly, that same feeling coming over him that he got the other day. He pushes it down again.
Then he jumps a little when you take his menu away from his face and whisper, "C-Come on, let-let's escape while she isn't l-looking."
Jungkook stares at you like you're crazy when you watch her walk away into the kitchen before jumping out of your chair.
"We haven't even b-bought anything yet. Co-Come on!" Then you reach over and grab his hand, dragging a very confused Jungkook out of his chair and practically running out of the restaurant.
You're giggling like a little school girl as you run down the sidewalk, still holding onto Jungkook's hand tightly. He doesn't fight it, just follows you until you run into a small dress shop.
When you finally let go of his hand, you turn and the smile on your face is bright as you reach a hand up to cover your mouth. You can't seem to stop laughing at the situation.
Jungkook is frozen in his place, still trying to figure out what just happened.
"W-We should find somewhere else to eat f-food." You say, still giggling a little.
Finally, Jungkook seems to come out of his shock and nods, "Uh, yeah...where should we go?"
You shrug, "It's s-still your tu-turn to pick."
Jungkook can't help staring as you blink a few times, looking around the shop, then your head cocks to the side for a second.
It's almost like you can't control it.
Then you look back at him and notice him staring at you, making your already pink cheeks turn even pinker.
"Uh, y-you okay Jungkook?"
You snap in front of his face and he blinks back into reality, "Oh. Oh yeah, sorry." He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward that you caught him staring at you.
You just send him a bright smile and shake your head, blinking hard a few times, "It's okay, I-I b-blank out sometimes t-too."
Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks out the window, watching people walking by on the sidewalk.
"Let's just find some food. I'm starving." He mumbles, then he hurries out of the shop, you hot on his heels.
You two find a small cafe that isn't nearly as fancy as the other place and go inside.
Jungkook leads you to a table for two and you take a seat. There are already menus on the table and you reach for one.
Jungkook reaches at the same time and your hand brushes his. He pulls back like you burned him and you look at him apologetically, "S-Sorry."
He just swallows and gestures for you to take one, so you do.
"Ohh, this looks m-much better." You say happily when you glance over the menu.
Jungkook mumbles an agreement, relieved you two aren't at the other place anymore. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, he's glad you got both of you out of that.
You end up ordering a few different dishes that you agree to share so you can try more things. There isn't much talk until the food comes, then you're both too busy stuffing your faces to speak.
When you've had your fill, you sit back and sigh, rubbing your tummy with your hand. "Ohh, I'm so f-full," You moan, "Lo-Look, I've got a food b-baby!" You exclaim, laughing.
Jungkook snickers for a second before smothering it and continuing to eat the rest of the food that you can't stomach.
You frown, wondering why he won't just let himself laugh. Then you decide right then and there that you'll get him to laugh someday, whatever it takes.
Jungkook ends up asking for a box for the leftovers because apparently, he isn't a bottomless pit like you initially thought. He explains when he sees the confused look on your face, "I was going to bring some back for my friend if that's alright?"
"Oh! Of c-course." You say with a smile. Jungkook wonders again how you can smile so much all the time and not have sore cheeks.
You and Jungkook bicker for a moment over who pays the bill, then you end up deciding to split it up. Jungkook pays for more than half of it, insisting that he ate more anyway. When the bill is paid and the rest of the food is packed up, you two head out.
Jungkook looks up at the clouds for a minute before speaking, "So, what should we do now?"
You're quiet for a minute, then you hold up a hand, "I h-have an idea!"
Jungkook nods, "What is it?"
"F-Follow me." Then you scurry away.
-
Jungkook looks at you in confusion.
You had him sit down on a big rock in the nearby park as you dug through your bag. Now, you're finally pulling out a sketch pad and some pencils.
"Want t-to draw?" You ask happily.
Jungkook feels a pinch in his chest at the sight of blank paper and colored pencils. He hasn't picked up a colored pencil since he was fifteen years old.
Since right before this all started...
He snaps out of it when you gently place a blank piece of paper on his lap. Then you pick out all the colors of the rainbow and reach out to grab his hand. You open his hand and place the pencils in his waiting palm.
Jungkook feels his palms get sweaty when he closes his fingers around the pencils.
"Th-There you go. Now, d-draw whatever you'd l-like." You say, the teacher in you coming out.
You see a small smile on his face before he again hides it and adjusts himself on the rock. He hands the pencils back to you, pushing them into your hands roughly.
"I don't want to, thanks though."
You frown at that, wondering why he's upset all of a sudden.
"Did I d-do something wro-wrong?" You ask anxiously, aware of his change in behavior.
"I'm tired is all," Jungkook says as he stands up suddenly, the piece of paper you gave to him floating down next to you on the ground. You take it carefully and place it in your bag along with the pencils.
"Ok. I'll j-just go home then." You say, picking yourself up off the ground, "You sh-should go get some r-rest, Jungkook." You say kindly, putting your purse over your shoulder. Jungkook doesn't meet your eyes as he nods.
"See you later," Jungkook says stiffly before turning and walking away.
You bite your lip, waving goodbye to him even though he can't see you.
-
Jungkook runs up the stairs to his apartment, bursting through the door and tugging his shoes off. He notices that Tae isn't here as he walks over and sits on his bed.
What the hell is the matter with him?
Why does he feel like this?
Suddenly the door opens and Taehyung struts in, pulling his shoes off and dropping them by the door. Jungkook looks up and does a double-take when he sees his friend.
Taehyung is in a black and white suit, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, the tie loosened and his black hair a bit messed up. He looks rumpled like he was just in a fight. But that isn't what takes Jungkook by surprise.
His friend is covered in bright red blood.
And he's smiling brightly, his white teeth a shining contrast against the dark stains on his clothes.
Jungkook swallows, "What the fuck, Tae?"
Taehyung just grins wider, "I win."
Jungkook hangs his head, "You came up the damn stairs like that? You fucking dumbass. What if someone saw you?"
"No one saw me, chill JK!" Taehyung walks over and holds his hand out, "I believe you owe me something."
Jungkook fishes his wallet out of his back pocket and pulls out the amount they promised before shoving it into Tae's bloody chest.
Then he walks to the kitchen and grabs the to-go box he brought back. He holds it up for Tae to see, "This is for you. Wash up before you eat it though."
Taehyung walks over and touches Jungkook lightly on the chin, "Thanks, sweetie." Jungkook pulls away, feeling something on his face that was on Tae's finger. He reaches up to wipe the blood off of his chin, "Go wash up," He snaps.
Tae just nods and saunters off into the bathroom.
A few hours later, Jungkook is in bed and listening to Taehyung rant about how fucking satisfying it was to rid this world of that rapist bastard and how Jungkook should've seen the look on his hit's face when he realized who he was and why he was there.
"So, how is your hit coming along? How is ___ doing?" Tae asks suddenly.
Jungkook tenses at the sound of your name, then he remembers that Taehyung saw the file and that's how he knows your name.
"I'll be done soon," Jungkook assures him quietly.
"Mm." Tae responds, then he yawns, "What does she look like anyway? I didn't get to see since you tore up the picture."
Jungkook swallows thickly, "Why does it matter?"
"Is she hot?"
"No."
"Come on, I bet she's a fucking cutie. That's why you're so down in the dumps."
"She's just a fucking idiot. She's annoying, stupid, ugly, and can't even speak correctly." Jungkook huffs out in a single breath before turning on his side and slamming his head down on his pillow again.
The silence after that is deafening.
"The fuck you mean she can't speak correctly?" Taehyung guffaws suddenly.
"It means exactly how it sounds. She's just a worthless nobody." Jungkook spits.
Tae laughs quietly, "Damn, that's harsh, Kook. Even for you."
"Shut the hell up and go to sleep."
"As you wish. Night, JK."
"Goodnight." Jungkook grits out.
When he's finally able to drift off to sleep, Jungkook finds himself in an apartment that he's never been in before. His brain tells him that it's his target's place.
He looks around, wondering why it's so quiet. He walks to the back, looking at all of the childish pictures decorating the walls of the hallway.
"Hello?" He calls out cautiously.
When he gets no answer, he walks into the room at the end of the hall. There's a big bed with a giant octopus stuffie on it. Next to the bed is a pair of pink slippers.
Jungkook turns and walks into the bathroom inside the room, there's no one. When he moves to leave, he sees his reflection in the mirror and freezes.
He's covered in blood.
A dark crimson color decorating every inch of him.
Jungkook turns and sees the bed again, but this time, there's someone in it. He walks out of the bathroom and sees a body lying motionless on the mattress. It's also covered in blood.
His heart rate picks up as he sees sudden flashing images of the target, holding his hand and dragging him out of a restaurant, laughing giddily. Then you're kneeling in front of him on the grass and offering him a blank piece of paper, "You can d-draw anything, Jungkook." You stand up and swing your arms out, "Draw m-me!"
Then the images are gone and he once again sees the lifeless body on the bed.
It's wearing a long white skirt and a peach-colored shirt, their socks are bright pink with frills. He can't stop seeing all of the little details.
Jungkook stops breathing as he inches closer to see the face.
A feeling of dread washes over him as he steps closer and closer.
"J-Jungkook?" A small voice whispers somewhere near him, but he doesn't stop walking closer. He needs to see it. He needs to see their face.
"Jungkook, I th-thought you were m-my friend-"
He swallows thickly his throat suddenly dry as he is about to see the face of the person he just killed. Then someone walks through the bedroom door, he looks up and sees Taehyung smirking, covered in blood as well.
"Nice, JK. I guess you really had it in you."
The small voice doesn't stop as Jungkook turns back to see hair covering the girl's face. He reaches over and moves the hair gently-
"J-Jungkook-"
"Jungkook..."
"Jungkook!"
"JUNGKOOK!"
Jungkook shoots straight up, his eyes wide open as he grabs at his chest. He starts to cough while he feels himself, trying to make sure he isn't covered in blood.
He's in his own bed.
Fucking hell he's in his own bed.
"Shit, the hell kind of dream were you having?" Taehyung's voice rings out next to him. Jungkook flinches and looks to the side to see Tae sitting on the edge of his bed.
"You're sweating like a turkey the day before Thanksgiving." Tae laughs.
Jungkook ignores him and stumbles out of bed, trying to get to the bathroom.
Taehyung watches in confusion as Jungkook fumbles his way into the bathroom and then he hears his younger friend fall on the ground before he starts to gag.
"Hey, whoa. You okay, Jeon?" Tae gets up and moves to the bathroom to see Jungkook hunched over the toilet and throwing up whatever was in his stomach.
The older boy plugs his nose and gags at the sight, "Shit, Kook. Fuck."
By the time Jungkook's stomach is emptied of its contents, Tae has all the young man's clothes off apart from his boxers and has tossed him into the shower to rinse him clean. Tae gags again at the smell as he rinses Jungkook off before putting some shampoo in his hair and rinsing him again.
"Fucking pain in my ass," Tae mutters angrily.
Once Jungkook is all cleaned off, Taehyung grabs him some fresh boxers and a pair of sweats to put on. He tosses them on the closed toilet seat and closes the door behind him so Jungkook can get dressed in private.
A few minutes later, Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet but he's clean and in nice new clothes. His cheeks are pink from embarrassment, but Tae just waves it off when he tries to speak.
"Ah shut up. I know, ya ate something bad. Blah blah blah. We never speak of this again, understood?"
Jungkook just nods at Tae's words, then he speaks up quietly, "Want to go shopping now?"
The older boy stands up and claps his hands, "Finally! We'll have something to eat around here."
Jungkook is relieved that it's all in the past by the time they get to the grocery store, but that relief is short-lived when he sees a girl in a long pink skirt and light yellow shirt carrying a basket down the candy aisle right in front of them.
She trips a little on thin air but catches herself, her usual bright smile gracing her features still.
Then she looks up and sees him, her smile getting wider as she raises her hand to get his attention.
Fucking hell.
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a/n: so sorry its late my loves, but i hope you liked it!
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