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misomiho · 9 months

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𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

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☆Part 1, Part 2

Genre and TW: Sfw, Angst with comfort. Mentions of blood and body parts.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Medic!Reader

A/N: Satoru is an asshole, please bear with him :D

✩Synopsis: After Gojo Satoru found out about your cursed technique and your connections with the higher ups, he'd sworn you were his nemesis, will reconciliation happen or will your relationship go back to square one?

Having immense capabilities and strength comes with great responsibility and discipline upon oneself, even if you were deemed strongest, those below you still deserves respect but for someone, those were rules that he thinks could potentially hinder him from his true power.

Apparently it is the inevitable that you somehow will still lack respect for others, you choose who to get along with and sneer at people you don't get along with even if their ranks were heavens above you.

A cocky grin, if Satoru Gojo were to be described as per characteristics: its cocky, if Satoru Gojo were to be a form of the lips: it's grin, if someone were to ask who Satoru Gojo is it's: an asshole with a cocky grin, even if that doesn't make any sense perhaps those who were asked that question could somehow not escape the young man's signature emotion plastered on his face all the time.

"Huh?! another reverse curse technique user?" a loud voice boomed over jujutsu high early in the morning where the cliche sing song of birds were discontinued, luckily there wasn't many students at such school because peculiar students seem to only enter it's grounds with one goal in mind: to become a respectable sorcerer.

"Calm down Satoru, it isn't the end of the world that someone else has the same ability as Shoko.." a disappointed sigh escaped Suguru knowing the fact that his prideful ego is through the roof sometimes.

"It is tho Suguru! those nasty brats stealing Shoko's techniques..I wil- ouch!" unbeknownst to him, the slap in the back of his head was from an irritated brunette watching the scene unfold infront of her.

"Why are you so childish? that first year is my assistant and what were you supposed to do..huh?!" a slap and a menacing glare was enough to silence the white haired boy, who knew the calm healer of jujutsu high was this scary.

"S-suguru..help me" Satoru pleaded, sparkling stars popped out of nowhere while glistening can be heard, much to his dismay Suguru was already backing away while forming an 'X' with his hands to simply imply he's not helping.

"Tch.. getting beat up by a healer was probably the dumbest thing a human could hear.." his blue eyes travelled upwards to look at the swelling on his head while one arm kept rubbing the stinging sensation of a slap at the back of his neck.

"I already knew it was bad to tell you about that information, I'm probably gonna see you next time scaring off the juniors in their building" Suguru shook his head, his hands busy too with weights of ice pack for his friend.

"I'd probably do something more than that"

"This is why no one takes you seriously"

Satoru groaned at the continuous scolding and reminders of his friend from the fact that he is indeed disrespectful towards anyone.

"Why are you saying that as if you don't do the same?"

"You're literally much worse..!"

"Yet you're still doing the same..?!"

Fortunately for them, this school was thrice bigger than normal schools in Japan where students counts as low as 20, no one can hear them bickering except for the gust of winds and rattling of trees.

"Excuse me..?" a voice abruptly made them stop their rambling, you were standing there dumbfounded as to why two grown men are arguing to each other, you have medical supplies heavy on your hands and you want to go pass them when they are completely blocking the way.

"Oh sorry.." both teenagers said in unison while each taking a step back to let the poor girl make her way towards her destination.

"Wait.. aren't you the first year assistant that Shoko was talking about?" you heard the 'man' called out to you while mentioning your mentor's name, you assumed that these two were the other second years that Shoko was talking about.

You smiled a bit to be more approachable since these two are practically your seniors, "Yes I am, I heard about the two of you from Ms. Ieri herself"

A snort came out of someone from behind the 'bangs' guy. What's up with you and the nicknames anyways. You began your silly little construction of names for the other guy too in which you came up with 'snort' guy. Yeah that fits.

"I can't believe Shoko is getting called 'Ms.'"

the snort guy stuttered out in which you even found more confusing because your mentor was fine with everything you call her.

Because of the unbearable weight from your items, you gently dropped them on the ground as to persist yourself to have a small chat with your new acquaintances.

"I don't see anything wrong with calling my mentor 'Ms.'"

"M-mentor..?!" the white haired guy snorted even more which is you guessed quite humourous of yourself because he was slapping his knees as if he were an npc character from a game.

"Sorry.. don't mind this guy, he's a little bit of an asshole which is why your mentor taught him a lesson" the bangs guy smiled innocently while pointing his fingers at the visible swelling on top of Satoru's head. At least this one's more sensible.

"God this girl is funny, anyways who is she again?"

"You're really not paying any attention huh? she's Shoko's assistant"

"Statement withdrawn"

You just stood there blinking your eyes rapidly as to why this guy is glaring at you with his mouth formed into a pout, should you leave? your presence might be uncomfortable for him assuming from the way he responded to the other guy.

"Sorry again, this guy is just insecure because he couldn't harness reverse cursed technique as easily as you"

"Don't speak over me Suguru..!" this snort guy crossed his arms and continued to stare daggers at you, if those were literal daggers, your body would've been mutilated.

"Oh it's okay, I couldn't handle my technique properly because it works differently from Ms. Ieri so the principal just made me her assistant temporarily" you darted your eyes down to your materials, tons of medical equipments to use.

The black haired guy understood right away and offered to shake your hand for an official introduction, "I'm Suguru, Geto Suguru and this guy.." he glanced behind him to signal that Satoru should introduce himself too.

Much to your dismay, your offered hand to him was left hanging in the air. The man just walked past you even making sure your shoulder bump which was what upset you more.

You made sure to put a mental note about asking Shoko what this lily guy's name is, even if he's angry at you especially that you did nothing wrong, you're still curious about him.

Suguru sighed and made an apologetic smile towards you, "That guy is Gojo Satoru, that's just how he is when he's meeting people, I'm sure he'll warm up to you in the next few days"

"Gojo Satoru..? I've heard that name many times and I'm sure yours too, you guys are grade 1 sorcerers whose often tasked to high ranking missions" you held up your fingers at your chin to ponder more about when you heard their names before.

"I was actually surprised you didn't recognize us" Suguru tilted his head a bit and chuckled.

"Oh sorry.. I'm always isolated at the basement for my lessons from Ms. Ieri, I don't go to missions since it's dangerous but the higher ups always shows up for evaluation"

You immediately slapped a hand to your mouth when words were spilling out like water out of you, mentally cursing yourself out for telling that much information.

Suguru glanced at you with narrowed eyes.

Isolated..? why are higher ups even involved and what evaluation?

"Don't worry, I won't tell other people even Shoko"

There were numerous questions waiting to be answered in Suguru's mind yet he forced himself shut and kept himself relax to not scare you off, what you just said is valuable information and questioning you more may stir up more problems. He doesn't want to be involved within the higher ups.

Your sigh of relief is enough to confirm Suguru's thoughts, you are someone important to the higher ups.

You extended your gratitude and hurrily grabbed your materials to continue your way towards your mentor, not forgetting to say your name before you parted ways with your new acquaintance.

Suguru just couldn't keep you off his mind, telling Satoru about that information would probably frustrate him even more.

The corridor's wooden floor creaked even more with Satoru's each step, sunlight peeked through the transparent windows while he adjusts his blue sunglasses.

Focused on the slow moving clouds with an annoyingly blue bright sky lighter than his eyes, he didn't notice you until your body made contact him, he didn't move an inch while the person infront of him stumbled a bit.

You glanced up expecting each of you to apologize in which you went ahead first but a sneer greeted you instead, you sweat dropped but you didn't mind him. Maybe he isn't a morning person despite the radiance illuminating through him.

"Oh it's you.." you mumbled as eyes shined in recognition towards the person infront of you which irked him for some reason.

Suguru probably told her about me, that guy really..

Satoru groaned while you stood there dumbfounded, "Yeah yeah, you probably heard my name from that guy"

No apologies.

This man is the worst.

Somehow universe has it's own way of bounding you to meet the person you least wanted to meet. The next few weeks were starting to get worse and worse.

Shoko somehow convinced you stay with her in their classroom for the next few weeks since first years were being sent for different missions anyways, her lazy nature doesn't want to walk over the first year buildings just to get you.

nor can she convince Satoru to warp there and get you. Obviously.

The room was rather quiet when you got there, Suguru was waving his hands happily while shoko pointed at your seat which is unfortunately next to your nemesis, Satoru. Or his nemesis.

"Why is a first year in our building"

"I'm only here temporarily, don't worry"

"Ohh didn't knew she could talk dirty"

"My words aren't laced with sarcasm, it's the truth"

"Whatever"

Your approach was calm and relaxed on the other hand, Satoru is being straight up passive aggressive infront of you face.

He's the worst.

You decided to stay behind while your other three seniors bought their own lunch, you've decided that making your own healthy bento would benefit you more in harnessing your curse technique.

Your eyes narrowed down, you're tired of sickly green leaves.

What would cheesecake taste like?

That damned curse spirit wanted a healthy body-

You clenched your fists, blood seeped out while curse energy of color purple surged through.

"Your curse energy is spilling out"

That voice snap you out of it, a familiar white locks leaned into the doorframe observing your every move, you dart your eyes around the room, to Satoru and to your hands. They're healed.

"If you can't handle things in here, just quit"

He doesn't have the right to say that.

..Truly the worst.

You hum in thought thinking about your first meeting and all the unpleasant interactions you two both had.

Months have gone by and reconciliation will never be in your vocabulary nor in Satoru's.

It's training day, Shoko ordered you to look after the two teenagers as if you were babysitting in case one of them may get injured. In reality, your mentor just wants her smoke break.

Would they even get injured? considering how strong they are..I mean.

The sunlight wasn't bad today and the soft rustle of trees provided some refreshing wind, you sat by a shed watching Satoru and Suguru train.

"I don't want her reverse cursed technique, just teach me already!"

"it's like swoosh, woosh, swoosh, I kept saying it to you guys yet you aren't listening.."

You slightly caught yourself grinning at the memory earlier when Satoru refused your help and insisted Shoko help him with her technique. It was rather funny.

Out in the middle of the field, ocean eyes watched you from his peripheral vision while you're daydreaming.

What's she laughing about?

How can she sit there and laugh-

"Satoru...you're bleeding" Suguru whispered at his friend

"You're distracted that's why, miss medic please treat Satoru's bleeding..!" Suguru shaped his hand to cup his mouth and called for you in which you responded with a nod.

Seeing that his baffled white haired friend was standing still, staring down at his bleeding hand, he took this opportunity to edge him even more about you.

"Or were you distracted because of her?" Suguru narrowed his eyes and a wicked smile was plastered on his face.

"No way!" he retorted, slowly but surely, a blush crept up upwards spreading all across his cheeks and ears.

"Yes way, medic please hurry, he might die" he fired back.

"I'll force myself to learn reverse cursed technique"

That man really...cannot let go of his prideful ego, you've tried every ways of communication yet ending up again in another heated argument Suguru will stop. Satoru started all of them. Where did all of this even started? you just wished that you weren't ordered by Shoko that day to deliver those materials. That way you would've not met him.

His blabbering was shut off when you grasped his arm gently to observe the profuse bleeding, "Let me see?" your eyes glanced up at him.

When did you even get there?

He shook off your hand like nothing, "I don't need your help"

He walked off to God knows where, you won't be surprised if that stubborn head of his will forcibly learn reverse cursed technique.

Suguru sweat dropped, slowly regretting the awkward situation he made. He tried to comfort you by placing a hand on your shoulder but before he can even place it, you followed Satoru.

"These two...why can't they just make out or something?"

"Gojo!"

You weren't a friend of his to call him by his first name nor were you even an acquaintance, you're probably a stranger in his eyes.

He looked back at you with a scowl, "What do you want?"

"Why do you even hate me so much? did I do something wrong? Is it because of my technique-

Because of the continuous bleeding, Satoru can't think straight and blurted out words that his mouth will probably regret, "I hate people who worship the higher ups like they were some kind of God especially a person like you who follows them around like a dog"

Your eyes widen, that isn't true, if anything you hated those higher ups.

So this is what he's getting worked up for? is he jealous of you? but even so, you can't blame him.

You were always nowhere to be found and you were transferred in the middle of the year, that was suspicious enough.

You were untrustworthy in his eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about"

"I don't know that your connections got you here in this school?"

He's in the moment, saying whatever he can come up with. He wanted to stop yet he can't shut his damn mouth off.

You took a step and grabbed ahold of his collar, it wasn't aggressive but it was enough to hold Satoru's mouth shut, "You..you don't know anything about me nor my past, I didn't want to be in this stupid school in the first place, I didn't want to be a healer nor did I want to be reduced to some kind of robot others can take advantage of..!"

You looked at him, your eyes were starting to sting out of all those pent up anger you've had for years, "I was cursed by a cursed spirit, in exchange for a huge abundance of curse energy used for reverse cursed technique, that damned curse would take chunks of my body like it was nothing, flesh, skin, tooth, fingernails, blood, ears, eyes"

Everything it wanted

"Things will heal like nothing but the pain I've felt for years as if my body is missing something would always hunt me forever"

"I need to always keep myself healthy, that my vision should be clear, that there's no cavity in my mouth, that there's no disease that could potentially displease it, as if I'm being sacrificed to a cannibal"

Silence enveloped the both of you.

Satoru took ahold of your hand and intertwined them with his as if a puzzle were connecting them both.

Satoru never knew any of those, he just heard that the higher ups were protective of you like you were some kind of trophy that needs to be shined every day.

Satoru's pride was overwhelmed with guilt yet words were never spoken. Is he just gonna eat his words just like that?

No.

He took your hand and pushed you towards his embrace, you never said anything but comply.

His actions contradicted the things he has said and done but he knows repenting for it would never be enough.

Satoru just held you in his arms, asking forgiveness for 1 million ways will come later, for now let him feel the pain you've endured for years.

→ Part 2

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simpleeindulge · 4 months

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It's a Work in Progress

Context: This takes place after a few months of Law setting sail for the first time with Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin. They are a new pirate crew finding their way to the Grand Line. Desperate for funds, Law’s crew resort to kidnapping.

Info: fem/readerxLaw, kidnapping, 1st time meeting, slow-burn romance, multiple parts, cursing, mild threats of violence, possible mature content in future chapters

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Ch 3. NOW WHAT!

Y/N uttered an enraged cry as she was tossed into a small closet and heard the door slam shut. If the man didn't want to listen to her, he should have just said so. Instead, Law pulled her up from the chair and unnecessarily picked her over his shoulder. Y/N shouted for him to set her down and listen to her.

Law felt a twinge of satisfaction when he dumped the spoiled brat onto the floor. Who the hell was she to tell him what to do? This was his ship and crew. He would protect them from her insane father how he saw fit. Law left the office and quickly headed to the control room.

Thankfully, the new helmsman, Hakugan, knew how to handle the Polar Tang. He expertly dodged the cannonballs being fired at them.

"Captain! That man is crazy! Does he know we have his daughter?!" Hakugan shouted as he turned the wheel.

Law huffed and walked into the center of the room, ignoring the question. "What's the damage so far? Are we able to dive?"

The crew glanced at each other to see who would tell Law the bad news. Law made an annoyed sound and glanced at Bepo, who immediately responded, "Sorry, Captain! We have taken too much damage to dive underwater, and most of the repairs are already destroyed!"

He gives in so quickly! The crew thought together.

Law growled and turned to head towards the deck.

"Um, Captain, what are you-?" Bepo asked with a confused expression.

"Everyone stay here! I will handle this!" Law shouted before turning out of the room. The crew glanced at each other again, and everyone but Hakugan went to see what Law planned to do.

Law stood on the deck with his sword, Kikoku, over his shoulder. He sighed as three cannonballs whizzed through the air and lazily lifted his hand.

“Room.” He drawled and the wide phantom dome spread over the ship.

His sword then cut through the cannonballs before they hit the ship. This would do to protect them for now, but Law knew he needed a better plan. The Polar Tang was still in close range, and the crazed noble didn't seem to be giving up as Law sliced eight more cannonballs.

Law gritted his teeth as a bead of nervous sweat ran down his temple. If only he had a chance to get more information about the island and the royal family living there, but it was supposed to be a quick pit stop. He sliced up twenty more cannonballs when Bepo came running with a transponder snail in his paws.

"Captain! It's a call from the enemy ship!"

Law sighed and took the receiver. "This the Captain of the Heart Pirates; if you're asking me to surrender, you're wasting your time."

"Where is my Y/n, you scoundrel, and what have you done with her?!"

Law looked toward the advancing ship to watch for more projectiles.

"I have her locked up and a safe. Nothing will happen to her so long as you slow your chase and deliver 3 million beli-"

A sharp laugh cut off Law's demands. The boisterous sound made Law wonder if anyone in this damn noble family acted normal.

"Hey! This is not a joke! Stand down, or I will sever her head and toss the rest of her in the ocean!"

He waited for an answer, and it came in the form of more cannonballs.

"Captain!" Bepo screamed as he pointed, and Law growled as he cut them down.

"You think you can order me around! I'd rather see you at the bottom of the ocean than give you a single cent of my money! If I have to drag her lifeless body from your ship to bring her home, so be it!" The snail shouted at Law with a manic cackle.

The message was then cut off as the snail went back to sleep.

Seriously!

"What now, Captain?" Bepo asked worriedly.

I don't know! I can't keep holding the 'room' forever, and we can't close enough for me to dismember their men or damage their ships. Not when our own ship is in danger!

The ship suddenly swerved to the side, making Law and Bepo grip the railing. Their course was changing! But why?! Had Hakungan devised a plan, or was there another issue with the ship?

A cannonball nearly landed on the deck but missed as Law quickly used his ability. He couldn't leave to see what was happening, so he looked to the entrance where Penguin and Shachi held on to keep balance.

"Go check on Hakugan! Now!"

The two nodded and ran further into the ship. As their course changed, so did the Royal fleet. Once steady, Law looked to see where they were headed and saw a field of rocks and whirlpools. This part of the sea surrounding the island was Law's only information, and he had planned to avoid the area. And now they were sailing towards it.

The transponder snail had fallen onto the deck, and it rang again. Law snatched it up, and the voice didn't wait for Law to speak.

"So! You're going to challenge me! Very well! I'll have you know that I've sailed those waters many times and lost serval ships doing so!"

That's not something to brag about! Law thought as Bepo screamed at the sight. The whirlpools appeared and disappeared, moving the rocks with them. The field changed so randomly that it seemed impossible to navigate. Yet, according to that insane old man, it could be done.

"I should thank you for saving me the trouble of destroying you, but I'm sad to lose my youngest daughter. Apart from me, she is the only one who knows the trick to-"

Law wanted to hurl the snail away but shoved it into Bepo's paws instead. The man kept talking as Law stormed off to the control room. Somehow, she was behind this! There was no way in hell she was worth all this trouble! Not even 3 million beli.

Penguin and Shachi gave Law a guilty look when he entered the control room, and next to Hakugan was the woman guiding him. No, not just guiding him, but holding him hostage with a scalpel from Law's desk.

Hakugan may be a new member, but Law's blood boiled when he saw his life being threatened. As Captain, his life was Law's responsibility.

Before Y/N spoke, she saw Law do something with his hands. The next thing she knew, the hand holding the scalpel fell to the ground. She expected blood to come gushing out and cried out as she covered the stumped end of her arm.

The pain she also expected to feel never came, and she looked towards Law only to find him standing in front of her. His dark grey eyes now held gold flecks, and Y/n found it hard to breathe in his presence.

"What do you think you're doing?" Law asked as he towered over her. All the bravado she had minutes before was gone.

Y/N’s breath heaved as she tried to stay calm. The horrendous pain she was expecting to feel never came, and she supposed that it was due to her adrenaline blocking it to help her survive the situation. She stared back at Law and said in a strained voice on the edge of hysteria, “I’m trying to get us away from my father.”

“You’re trying to kill us all.” Law replied in a low tone.

Y/n shook her head and her skin began to pale.

“No, I’m not! I know this ocean. My father has shown me many times how to cross it!”

Law was ready to silence her for good when Hakugan shouted, "Captain! If she knows how to cross these waters, then for our sake, don't kill her yet! We're caught in the current, and I can't get us out!"

Hakugan's hands and arms shook as he struggled to steer the ship. Over the intercom, a female voice was heard as alarms went off.

"Who the hell is steering the ship! We'll be torn apart before I can make any progress fixing the repairs!"

"Captain! Orders! We're still being attacked from the rear!" Shachi shouted as he looked through the periscope. "That lunatic is still chasing us!"

Y/N swallowed as she willed herself not to faint just yet. She had lost a hand but not her life. She breathed and hardened herself as her father (the foolish old goat) had taught her.

"It's your call," she said to Law as he looked around. He whirled on her and stared into calm, steely eyes.

"I can get us through and away from him. He knows of one way, and I know of two."

Law heard Hakugan struggle as their new mechanic, Ikkaku, shouted over the head along with the alarms. Law sighed and made a decision he didn't like. Y/N watched as Law bent to pick something off the ground. He then grabbed her 'injured' arm and pulled it out in front of her.

Y/n was three seconds from passing out when she saw her hand reattach to her wrist. A monster. He's a monster. She thought as she swayed on her feet. Law then gripped her shoulders and shook her.

"Not now!" He said harshly as he held her and turned her around so she could see the sea. "Guide this ship out, and then I'll deal with you!"

He then eyed her jeweled earrings and was tempted to rip them from her pretty lobes. Instead, he unclipped her necklace and pocketed it. He may not get 3 million beli from her father, but he'll get what he can.

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figgrrr0 · 1 year

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Hi how are you? I’m new to tumblr so I hope this isn’t a problem anyway I was thinking if you could do hc or a scenarios with (any genshin character) or traveler separate tho where yn isn’t in best shape(chubby yn lol) so when traveling with them they are behind schedule and the journey doesn’t as planned. Yn might feel insecure or uncomfortable with traveling them next time but (who ever you decide to put) assures them that they are not a problem, and they shouldn’t be ashamed of themselves

haha i hope this is alright, and I wish this see’s in good times :D

Pls send help, I can't tell if this is fluff or angst. Both??

Traveler reassures chubby!Y/N

Character: Traveler (not specified as Lumine OR Aether)

Reader: Gn, implied chubby

Genre: Fluff, angst // Cw: Slight/implied self doubt, tiny misunderstanding

Tagging along with the Traveler wasn't quite how you'd expected it to be. From what you'd seen and heard, you thought that their commisions would most likely entail a few deliveries, getting some information from people, and maybe an escourt mission here or there. Not fighting all day and climbing mountains and cliffs.

Truthfully, you didn't think it'd be so bad! Even when things started to ramp up a bit, with a hilichurl ambush on the road, you'd been able to hold your own for a little while. But when that "one little ambush" turned to "seeking out every hilichurl camp in the nation"... Well. Safe to say, your stamina wasn't high enough to hold out for hours of fighting, especially when you hadn't been prepared for it in the first place.

So, when the Traveler insisted that they accompany you back home earlier than what was planned, (with at least 4 camps left to clear out) you couldn't help but feel as if you'd let them down. Even though they'd easily shut down your attempts at an apology, you still looked back on the day, thoughts telling you that they'd have been better off on their own.

You'd been so concentrated on your own thoughts, that you hadn't seen the bright smile and little wave that was thrown your way before the Traveler turned, leaving you at your door. Their promise of returning later in the week was muffled to your ears, and you only came to your senses to question what you'd heard a few seconds later, but left it at that, assuming it was just an average "goodbye".

...

Safe to say, when the Traveler showed up at your door a few days later, asking if you'd want to join them for another adventure, you certainly weren't expecting it.

Just like the Traveler and Paimon were equally surprised when you hesitated to answer, compared to how excited you'd been the first time they offered. They shared a look, questioning your different behaviour; but unlike Paimon, who was ready to accept your messily thrown together excuse, the Traveler could tell that you were hiding something. Shooing their flying companion away briefly, they looked at you with an expression softer than you'd seen before, carefully asking why you weren't feeling up to it.

Regardless of how you answer, the Traveler can still tell that now would be a good time for some reassurance.

"If the work was too much for you, you're perfectly welcome to sit on the sidelines! I'm sure Paimon would like some extra help being a cheerleader..." they laugh at the image, the sound quickly fading when they have another thought, "But seriously though, what's most important is your safety. I wouldn't want to drag you along with us if you're not comfortable! After all, company is always the best when spirits are high, and you'd still be an important asset to our team without fighting," They look around then, whispering as if telling a secret, "not that I'd stop you if you ever wanted to join in..."

A few seconds of silence pass, before you burst into a small fit of laughter, not expecting the silly display. The Traveler joins in soon after, easing up after seeing you relinquish the worries you'd been holding.

When Paimon returns, curious about the laughter, you accept their invitation after a few more moments of contemplation. It's not like your lack of fighting would be much different than what they're used to, you rationalise. Paimon doesn't do much more than float around, anyway. You'd be doing more work than her just by walking!

Of course, even their little spiel can't completely dissolve everything you'd gotten worked up about; with time, you'd realise that the Traveler didn't need the help. But they sure did appreciate the friendly atmosphere that you brought along.

Want to send a request/brainrot with me? Check my rules!

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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atimeofyourlife · 7 months

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Whumptober day 29

Steve blinked awake, squinting against the harsh lights of a hospital room. He had no idea what had happened this time to land him in hospital, but that didn't worry him too much. It was far from the first time he'd woken up in a hospital bed unable to remember what had caused him to be there. Everything seemed to ache, in ways he couldn't quite describe. He tried to move his hand, but his movements were restricted by the IV and wires trailing from him. There wasn't anyone in the room with him, and he wasn't sure if that was better or worse. It was better because he didn't have anyone there to immediately start berating him for whatever stupid actions had landed him in a hospital bed this time. It was worse because there was no one around to tell him what had happened, how he'd got hurt this time, how hurt he was. Between his aching body, and all the tubes and wires, he was only just able to reach the call button for the nurse.

"It's good to see you awake," The nurse said as she came in, "you've been out for a while."

"W-" Steve tried to speak, but the dryness in his mouth and throat

"Here," The nurse raised the head of his bed slightly, then spooned some ice chips into Steve's mouth from a cup that she'd brought in with her.

Steve let the ice melt in his mouth, the cool water providing instant relief. "What happened to me?"

"You've got a concussion, and a number of broken bones. It's going to be some time before you get to leave us, I'm afraid."

"How?" Steve mumbled, unable to figure out the vague blurry memories.

"We didn't get much information about that. Your friends who brought you in said they found you like that, they didn't know what had happened. Chief Hopper said he'd try to find out. But he's not told us anything yet."

"How long have I been here?" Steve asked, focused on the word 'yet'.

"It's been a couple of days. We kept you sedated to give you a chance to start to heal."

"And where are?" Steve glanced around the empty room, wondering why his friends weren't there.

"We had to ban them from coming in until you were awake. They kept causing trouble for staff and disturbing other patients." The nurse explained as she started to check Steve over. "Now you're awake, we can let Chief Hopper know, and I'm sure he will spread the word to your friends."

Now he was awake, Steve was aware of the nurses and doctors that were constantly coming and going. Checking the readings on the machines, checking that the IV was clear. Asking him questions about how he felt, and what he remembered of what had happened. It was a relief when the door opened to Hopper and Robin.

"Hey-" Was all he managed to get out before Robin was throwing herself at him.

"Dingus, we've been so worried."

"Carefully, Buckley. You heard the nurse, you don't want to make anything worse." Hopper said, coming to sit in a chair by the bed.

"Where's the others?" Steve asked.

"Not told them that they can come yet. The kids caused too much trouble, they'd probably get themselves kicked out again." Hopper explained.

"Yeah, and we didn't want them to make you feel worse. You know how loud those shitheads can get. Even being in a hospital doesn't get them to shut up." Robin added. "But, seriously, Steve. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit? I think I'd feel better if I'd been run over by a truck."

"Do you remember what happened?" Hopper asked, his tone becoming serious.

"No. I asked the nurse, and she said she didn't know, just that you found me hurt." Steve said.

"What's the last thing that you remember?"

"I'm not sure. I remember cleaning the house because my parents were planning on coming home." Steve screwed his face up as he thought, instantly regretting it as pain bloomed. "Why?"

"We're just trying to figure out the timeline." Robin replied quickly, but Steve knew her tells and could instantly see that she was lying.

"What happened to me?" Steve demanded, raising his voice slightly.

"Hey, Harrington. Kid. Calm down. You don't want to make yourself worse, you're hurt enough as it is." Hopper rushed in. He then hesitated for a second, before continuing. "The thing is, Steve. We think your parents might have been the ones that did this to you."

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #“what happened to me?”#stranger things #fic #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #jim hopper #atimeofyourwrites

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one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

next chapter...

#rick grimes x original female character #rick grimes x daphne ayala #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd #twd fanfic #glenn rhee #shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh x original female character #shane walsh fanfic

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pt 2/4: little changes (gun park x reader)

...except the main character is goo and reader only plays a role in little dialogue. hear me out.

(pt 1)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while in secret

summary: goo starts to notice little changes in gun, influenced by you. the thing is, gun is keeping his relationship on the low, so here are goo's antics of being annoying and trying to find out who you are.

warning: one part of these moments has implications of gun and reader in bed!

a/n: i dont rmbr how i got this information but at the time i wrote this, i heard gun couldn't drive so... yeah lol

(ironically i forgot gun's first appearance is him literally driving crystal around. but tbh, just bc i think its funny, i wanna keep it a headcanon that he can't drive LMAO)

"Make sure you don't text and drive."

"Hah, how old do you think I am?"

"Just saying! You text often on your travels so I wanna make sure."

"Don't worry, I always make my coworker drive."

. . .

The red stop light finally gave Goo a chance to snap his neck towards the passenger seat where Gun sat.

"Must be so nice to just sit there, huh?"

"Eyes on the road," Gun replied flatly, his gaze still glued to his phone. Nearly the entire ride he had his eyes on it. And it looked like he was texting.

Suddenly curious, Goo acknowledged Gun's comment with, "We're at a stoplight, dumbass," and then asked, "Who's so important you can't stop texting them?"

"Why is that the assumption?"

Goo scrunched a brow, lips twisting into a frown. "What does that mean?"

"I could be typing notes in my phone."

"Stop bullshitting, you and I never take notes."

For a second Gun looked like he was going to admit Goo was right, but then he just looked up and said, "The light's green again."

Goo looked back in front of him, only to see a red light. He deadpanned and turned back to Gun, staring down at his phone.

"Seriously, who're you texting? I've driven your ass around for twenty minutes and you've done nothing but stare and text on your phone."

"That's none of your business. How close are we to our destination?"

Goo tsked and sucked in a breath of sharp air, bringing his eyes to the road. "Almost there."

"Alright."

There was a pause as the light actually turned green this time and Goo pushed down on the pedal, pushing the driving limit like he always did. He decided to keep bothering Gun in the meanwhile.

"I know you're not texting the boss, he'd rather call you, and he only talks to us for business reasons. I'd guess it's also probably not Crystal since your conversations with her are always short and to the point. And you don't have any friends. Just who are you texting?" He kept on rambling his thoughts out loud, while Gun sat silently.

When Goo eventually gave up, he suggested Gun drive sometimes so he could just be on his phone for twenty minutes.

"I got Candy Crush levels to beat, ya know."

"You won't be alive to beat them if you allow me to drive."

Memories of a burning car with him and Gun standing in front of them flashed in Goo's mind three times--a different car each time--and he nodded.

"I don't know how you can fight a seven nation army but can't drive a car."

"That's a mystery to me, too."

Goo wanted to facepalm.

"That selection of jewelry looks so nice."

"You know you can buy it, right? My card is yours."

"No, Gun, we are not doing this again. Last time you let me use your card you ended up nearly buying the entire store for me."

"Hmph."

. . .

"Rubies, eh?" Goo held up the necklace he picked up, embedded with emeralds. He glanced back and forth between it and the ruby necklace Gun was holding. "You buying a necklace?"

"No, I don't like jewelry."

"The hell are you doing here then?"

"I'm buying a gift."

Goo snorted. "Very funny, now tell me the truth."

Gun stared through his sunglasses, not a single muscle moving on his face.

"Oh?" Goo leaned in, staring more closely at Gun's face like there was some hidden movement of an expression change or something. "Who's it for, huh? I didn't think you'd be the type to buy jewelry for someone."

"I'm buying it for someone special to me," Gun answered surprisingly honestly, leaving Goo flabbergasted for a moment.

"Uh." He leaned back to compose himself, adjusting his glasses. "First off, that's so cringe. Secondly, you actually have a friend?" Or maybe a lover or crush? Usually that's what someone special meant. Still seemed unbelievable, but just in case, Goo added in, "...Or something?"

Gun made a slight smirk. "I'm not incapable of creating bonds."

Goo shivered. "Ew, why do you always talk like an alien? Just say you made a friend." He followed Gun as the latter turned away to look at bracelets. "Who'd you become friends with? Some new successor you're trying to impress through jewelry?"

"When have I ever done that? Of course not."

"Then who?"

"Does my personal life matter to you?"

Goo swatted at his shoulder. "I could care less, but you've got me curious now. Who's this 'special someone' to you?"

"Stay curious," simply said Gun, picking up bracelets with his free hand and comparing them to the necklace in his other hand.

"Ugh."

Fine, Goo didn't care. It was probably some one night stand Gun just really liked the work of and wanted to keep around.

Actually... Gun had never said anyone was special to him before. It was cringey to hear him say that before like Goo stated, but now curiosity grew in him. What could it mean...?

"Oh, shit! I just remembered your meeting!"

"Damn, I lost track of time."

"It's fine, we both did, now hurry!"

. . .

Mr. Choi strummed his fingers across the table, not hiding his annoyance. "Gun, late again?" he questioned, Goo snickering.

Gun bowed his head slightly. "You called in a sudden meeting. I apologize for not being prepared, sir."

Goo was sitting leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on the table. "Why do you look like a mess?"

Gun straightened up, finishing buttoning his shirt up and running a hand through his hair. His tone was much more sharper when replying to Goo. "I just said I apologize for being unprepared."

"So? It's late at night, what were you doing? Lounging around and being messy?" joked Goo.

Mr. Choi narrowed his eyes. "Or did you just come back from 'messing around?'"

Goo's jaw dropped when Gun's head slightly lowered once more.

"You youngsters..." Mr. Choi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No fucking way!" Goo immediately started cackling as he leaned back, nearly falling from his chair. He moved to sit properly while giggling in between. "Sorry we interrupted your little fun~"

Gun ignored him and just mumbled an apology when Mr. Choi lectured him with, "I know you're an adult with the freedom to do as you wish, but don't be so careless by losing track of time."

The meeting began right after that, and Goo listened, of course. But he couldn't help but be mildly distracted by thoughts about the person Gun was "messing around with." Did they really do him so good he would lose track of time? Or did this person matter more to him than this meeting so he stayed back a little?

Probably the first, and it was also funnier if it was true. If the second was true though, that'd be interesting. Still kind of funny, though... Goo felt like he could never imagine Gun getting emotionally invested in anyone.

"Have fun at the party!"

"Ugh, I don't even want to go... promise me you'll still be here if I come back early. Which I probably will."

"Pft, sure."

. . .

Goo had a little too much to drink during this party. But he was having fun so who cares?

While chatting up some people, he saw Gun walking away to the exit of the room and ran after him, leaving the people he was talking to confused. He wrapped an arm around Gun's shoulder once he caught up, slurring, "Where're you going, huuuh~?" Gun shrugged him off but Goo just moved to hug his arm instead. "The party just began!"

"Ugh." Gun pulled his arm out of Goo's grasp. "I don't like parties like these."

"But you never leave this early! Come on, there's more to drink and eat!"

Gun sighed and looked around until he spotted a certain someone. "Crystal!"

"Hm?" She looked over at him, pausing from grabbing snacks at the tables.

"Keep this guy busy."

"What?" Gun was already sprinting away. Crystal started shouting, "Gun! GUN!! YOU ASSHOLE!!"

"Where's he going?" Goo wailed, heading to Crystal to lean onto her. "It's like he's sneaking away to see someone!"

Crystal shoved Goo away (or attempted to, because he kept falling on her like he didn't have a skeleton), saying something under her breath as she shook her head.

Goo didn't hear, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't remember tomorrow morning anyways.

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #the saga continues lol

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yesterday I talked to someone I didn't know online. They said that they were against Hamas and against the Israeli government but didn't believe innocent people (Israelis and Palestinians) should die.

When they eventually realized I was Israeli they told me that as long as I believed what israel was doing was wrong, they were cool with me.

So fair enough I thought, so I proceeded to tell them that yes, what Israel was currently doing was wrong. Innocent people don't deserve to die because of a shitty government, both Hamas and the Israeli government.

They then told me that it was strange that a lot of Israelis were pro israel and against Palestine. So I explained to them that these people have lost several close family members, and continue to lose friends and family the longer this war goes on.

I told them that every day there seemed to be a new funeral, people barely had time to grieve. (I was literally at a funeral a couple of hours before) so it would make sense if people hated the ones that did this to them.

They proceeded to react by saying that they "hope I get bombed by Palestine" I proceeded to tell them that that very much is a possibility, even before this war.

They then told me that they know history before instantly disproving that statement by saying that Jews just showed up out of no where and took over Israel. Which is not true, we have historical proof in the literal dirt.

I proceeded to tell them that that isn't actually the case and there is in fact a such thing as Palestine Jews, and that I am in fact a Palestinian jew.

They got all confused by the term asked how that can be, they asked if I was mixed. I told them no and explained to them what a Palestinian Jew is. They didn't seem to understand a word of it.

I told them to look it up, they said that google didn't know me specifically, I told them to just look up "what is a Palestinian jew" and that there was a Wikipedia article about it, they said they weren't reading all of that, and I said to only read the first few sentences. They got even more confused and I hade to re explain Palestinian Jews to them before they (maybe) got it.

When I explained to them how Israel actually became a country and that it used to be called 'Palestine' they got even more confused. I ended up re explaining and they seemed to understand. They concluded that it was all the whites fault.

Then they got all mad at white people's existence, and said that white people always steel everything, and that they stole Christianity from the Asians. I asked them what they were talking about, and they said that Jesus was and Arab.

I told them that Jesus was in fact a Jewish mamzer. They said, no he was an Arab and I asked them where they heard that because I'd love to research it. They ignored that question and insisted that he was Arab. I told them I'd look it up on Google, so I did and I told them that google said he was Jewish not Arab.

they told me I was wrong. I told them to look it up themselves. They didn't.

They said I should get bombed by Palestinians. I told them to drop dead.

They told me not to take things so seriously, and to not be so sensitive.

I told them they were an ignorant asshole. Then I left.

Random story I felt like sharing! I'm sorry for being a downer on Hanukkah, I just thought it was interesting how people don't do research then claim they know things (especially about Jews) then say flat out misinformation.

I encourage everyone one to do research on information they hear!

"misinformation is the easiest way to control the masses"– Science Sans, Christmas party au

happy Hanukkah!

#jewblr #jewish #israel palestine conflict #israel #Palestine #Jew

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molsno · 8 months

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hey, sorry if this is out of line, but I'm a "theyfab" (pre-everything guy, waiting for top approval, rly sensitive to hormones so worried about t) dating a transfemme. I want her to feel loved and seen by me - she's also early in transition and I want her to know that me loving her as she is DOESNT mean I won't continue to love her as she grows and changes. She's pretty shy and her only trans girl friends are online. Anyway, I want to learn how to NOT be like the tme people you've interacted with. U can ignore this, but if u do have advice I'd love to hear it!

Also, I'm really sorry about the abuse you've endured. It's not fair. It's not acceptable.

hi, I honestly appreciate you asking for advice! that to me shows that you do really care about her and want to be good to her

I think the most important thing is to keep in mind that she's in an incredibly vulnerable and precarious position. it sounds to me like she doesn't have a big support network. it can be very hard to build something like that as a trans woman (especially early in transition) but it's something that's absolutely vital. a big problem that I think a lot of us face is becoming overly dependent on a tme person (or a few of them) which can be completely devastating if that person leaves. I think the best thing you can do to help her is to encourage her to make more friends of her own. ideally, they should NOT just be your friends that you're introducing her to. she needs to have friends and allies completely separate from you. you cannot do everything for her, nor should you be expecting/expected to - that's a fast way to make sure your relationship falls apart. above all - and this is key - is to understand that you don't own her. she's an independent person, and she deserves to have her own life and make her own choices about it

I feel I should also warn you that this is going to be a very tumultuous time for her. she is literally starting to undergo a second puberty, and it will be just as distressing, hormonal, and emotional as the first one. cut her some slack if she seems irritable or upset for seemingly no reason. for me and a lot of other trans women I know, this was one of the most dysphoria-inducing periods of our lives. it very well might be for her too. it's easy to be upset that the hormones aren't working, or that changes aren't happening fast enough, or that you'll be ugly or not feminine enough, etc. she may express doubts like this. offer her reassurance! it will take time for her to see the changes she wants to see, but they'll come. in the mean time, let her know whenever you notice changes in her. maybe you'll notice her skin is softer, or her hair looks more lush, or her face is rounding out, or her hips are getting wider. let her know that you see these things and compliment her. early transition can very well be a source of joy, if she's able to take pleasure in the little changes, and you can absolutely be a part of that process!

I don't know if your relationship involves sex, and I don't want to make any assumptions about how you two engage in it if so. however, this is a common experience I hear about, so I feel like I should tell you this. don't expect her to have sex with you like a cis man. not only can it be dysphoria-inducing to always have to top, her body will possibly not even be capable of that soon due to the effects of estrogen. if that's how you've been having sex up until now, you'll have to really reorient how you two do things. I haven't read it myself, but I've heard the zine "fucking trans women" by mira bellwether contains a lot of good information on this topic. you may find it useful! I think you can read it at this link, but I'm not sure. if any of my followers have a better link, go ahead and put it in the replies!

finally, and this is honestly just a good tip for relationships in general, listen to her. if she's upset about something, take her seriously and don't pass judgment on her. don't immediately jump on the defensive if she's upset about something you've done in particular. try to put yourself in her shoes and see things from her perspective. show her that she can talk to you about anything and you'll be receptive, and you'll be able to have open, honest communication much more often, which will lead to a much stronger and healthier relationship

thank you for sending this, and thank you for your reassurance about my own trauma as well. it really means a lot to me! it really helps me feel more optimistic to know that there are tme people who are willing to listen to us and be better allies to us. I think your girlfriend is very lucky to have you, and I hope you can both be happy together!

before I go, I know I'm not that knowledgeable about your personal situation, but I would say that if you think testosterone would make you happier, you should pursue it! if you can obtain it, there's nothing wrong with taking it for a week or two, seeing how it makes you feel, and then deciding whether or not to keep taking it based on that. either way, I wish you the best!

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giselsann-opencommissions · 1 year

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the confession (sebinis)

Ominis gaunt was at the beginning of his fourth year when he began to develop other types of feelings towards his best friend Sebastian. They had always been good friends, since they met at that slytherin table on the day of the ceremony, despite the fact that ominis was quite reserved and quiet, it seems that this was not a problem for the pair of cheerful twins, who immediately sought to become his friend and over time they became inseparable.

However, ominis never imagined that sooner or later he would end up falling in love with the troublesome boy with freckles and not his sister. That is, he was a boy, it would be normal to feel attracted to the sweet girl, with whom he also spent a lot of time. She was fun, funny and mischievous, but above all, a great friend. He unfortunately could not see her in the same way as her brother.

His first reaction upon realizing that he liked his friend was panic. It wasn't normal to feel this way about another guy. He was confused, scared, and he didn't know what to do about it. The only thing that occurred to him was to act as if nothing happened. They would still be the same good friends and he would never tell her about his true feelings.

But apparently his own body didn't quite agree with his decision. Every time he heard Sebastian's laugh, the smell of him, when he sat too close to him and his arms brushed against him, or when he hugged him, his head simply exploded from the inside and a deep red blush adorned his face. he. Even his hands were starting to sweat. And this was obviously not lost on Anne. And one day she dared to ask him.

"Ominis, is everything alright with Sebastian?"

The question took him by surprise as he was sitting on the couch in the common room. Trying to rest until he heard the familiar footsteps. Fortunately Sebastian was not with them at the time. Ominis did his best to maintain his composure.

"Yes" he answered quickly "Why do you ask me that, Anne?"

"It's just. Lately you feel uncomfortable when you're with him" I looked at him fixedly and suspiciously.

Ominis gave a hesitant chuckle. Trying to hide the nerves inside him.

"Awkward? You always come up with something new, Anne"

"You are lying to me, ominis. I know you"

"Everything's fine, Sebastian and I came in. Seriously," he said in an almost annoyed tone.

Anne noticed that he was tense. She observed her hands which played restlessly with her wand and in that she held her hand, making her jump. However, the boy did not let go of her grip and closed her eyes.

"You know you can trust me, right?"

Ominis nodded slowly as he kept his head down. Of course he trusted her, but he couldn't tell her about her feelings for Sebastian. He just couldn't.

"Then tell me what's happening to you. Maybe I can help you with whatever's bothering you. Does it have to do with Sebastian? Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No. I can't tell you" the blond refused opening his pale eyes.

"Ominis"

"Please, Anne. Don't make me tell you."

The girl sighed in resignation. Ominis could be very foolish. But that was not why he would force the information out of her.

"Okay. You don't have to tell me now, but if he decides to change his mind, you know I'll always be here to listen to you."

Ominis smiled.

"I know yes"

Anne touched his shoulder affectionately, then left him alone. In front of the fireplace, he with his head is confused and even more worried about his feelings.

Sebastian returned to the common room later and didn't see ominis anywhere. Assuming that he would already be in the room, he headed straight for it, ignoring his other companions. Entering he found him sitting near the window and slowly approached him. The moonlight illuminated his face and his eyes looked, well, just mesmerizing.

"How did it go in the library, Sebastián? Ominis said, recognizing his steps immediately.

"Hehe, it's amazing how you always manage to guess"

"I'd know those silly footsteps anywhere * he sneered.

Sebastián smiled and took a seat in a chair that was close to ominis, while he couldn't stop looking at him.

"This time they didn't catch me in the restricted area" he said, still smiling.

Ominis hesitated, shaking his head at the antics of his friend.

"Next time you won't be so lucky"

"I will continue to be one step ahead"

Well. Another punishment won't stop me" he shrugged "I found some very interesting spells there, ominis. Maybe we should practice them at the Undercroft soon" he suggested.

"You're trying to get yourself expelled before you graduate, right? Because there's no point in what you're doing"

"What can I tell you? I like to break the rules from time to time. It's risky but exciting" he smiled at her mischievously.

"You're hopeless" he rolled his blind eyes, as he felt the soothing night breeze.

Sebastián was amused by her response and without warning he held her hand. Ominis's heart jumped suddenly and now the words were clumsily coming out of his mouth.

"Wha-what's wrong?

Ominis felt his face burn and then how Sebastian placed a rectangular-shaped object in his hand. His face went from embarrassed to confused.

"What is this?" He felt the object slowly without being able to identify it.

"It's a music box. Very pretty by the way"

Ominis was speechless and it was enough for him to touch the small crank for it to start releasing a beautiful melody. A beautiful smile formed on his face as he gently caressed the wood.

Do you like it?" Sebastian said.

"Yes. I haven't had it in my hands for a long time. It brings back some memories" he told her.

"Okay. Enjoy it, it's yours"

"Where did you get it?"

Sebastian scratched the back of his neck before answering.

"Let's say you can find a lot of things in the restricted area other than books"

"Did you steal it?"

"It was abandoned and cobwebbed. And probably no one had used it in centuries. But if"

"I don't know why he asked you" he expressed something bored. Sebastian would never learn the lesson. But still, he couldn't help but think how cute he was to give her this. His heart was beating fast and now he was smiling happily.

"You had already told me before that you liked them. So, as soon as I found it, the first thing I thought of was you"

Hearing that only made the ominis stomach feel a strange tingle. His cheeks burned and his mind was blank.

"Thank you, Sebastian"

"I'm glad you like it" he smiled.

A short silence formed in the room. Then ominis spoke.

"Sebastian" he blurted out without thinking. He only left her mouth on reflex.

"Yeah?"

"I, I" she looked down from him embarrassed. What was he supposed to be doing?

"Ominis. Are you alright?"

"Ugh no. I'm not. I'm tired of feeling like this" the latter replied in a frustrated tone, moving away from the window and leaving the music box on his bed, at the same time that he raised his wand and looked to leave the room. But before he could do that he felt Sebastian's hand on his shoulder and he stopped.

"You're acting strange, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing"

"You said you were tired of feeling this way. What exactly did you mean?"

Ominis took a deep, regretful breath. He shouldn't have spoken without thinking. And he already knew Sebastián, he wouldn't stop until he got the answer out of him.

"Listen Sebastian. There are things that it is better not to know"

"What? But what are you talking about, ominis?"

"It doesn't matter, Sebastian" he said turning in his direction.

"If it's about your feelings. Of course it matters to me" he said with a more serious voice "You can tell me anything. That's why we're best friends.

"You don't understand Sebastian. What I feel, ugh, could ruin our friendship" he confessed with a shaky voice.

Sebastian was surprised to see two thin streams of tears run down his flushed cheeks until they reached his chin and then fell to the ground. His pale eyes were glazed over and his lip trembled. His heart sank seeing him cry like that. At that moment his only instinct was to reach out to give her a hug. But his feet were still.

"Ominis" he said.

"I can't believe this" embarrassed, he wiped his tears and then tried to flee the room, but again a hand stopped him, only this time it was two hands that wrapped him in a sudden hug that left him breathless.

Sebastian hugged him from behind, and he could feel his hot breath on his neck. Ominis didn't know how to react, he was more nervous than ever, and before saying anything Sebastian got ahead of him.

"What do you feel when you are with me, ominis?" he asked in a calm voice.

Ominis was silent.

"Please tell me. I swear that nothing you say can ruin our friendship"

He again he was silent.

"Ominis"

"I feel like you make me lose patience very easily"

Sebastian was somewhat confused.

Ominis raised his free hand to hold the boy's arm and sighed.

"But at the same time, I like that you're like that. So rebellious, funny, and cute" he closed his eyes as he spoke "I feel like. I… I've fallen in love with you, Sebastian" he confessed with a fearful voice.

He finally said it. Despite the fact that he had promised himself otherwise. This time he spoke from the heart.

"I'm sorry" said ominis.

"Do not be sorry"

"I know this is weird. And that it's not right"

"Ominis, don't say that. Please, don't ever repeat it in your life"

Sebastián's arms released him and ominis felt that he should flee from there as soon as possible. He didn't want to hear his rejection, even though he was already aware that Sebastian wouldn't feel the same way, he didn't want it to happen. But instead, he felt how Sebastian held his arm and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed with him. His heart did not stop beating desperately.

"Why did you think that was going to ruin our friendship?" she asked directly.

"Do you really need me to tell you? The answer is very clear"

"I understand your concern, but you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions about what I would say or think. If you had told me earlier, I would

"If it wasn't so easy to accept my own feelings, Sebastian. What makes you think it would have been easier to tell you?

"Good. Because I thought you were also aware of mine"

"No I do not understand"

Sebastian nervously played with his own fingers, hesitating a bit at first but building up the courage to do this. One of his hands slowly placed over hers, while with the other he gently touched her spotted cheek and began to lean.

Ominis was startled to feel the hand on his skin. And his brain was even more confused. Was Sebastian going to...

Kiss it.

Sebastian was kissing him.

He felt his soft lips move over his and he unconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his mouth a little, Sebastián took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and now everything became more intense. The ominis' hand loosened its grip on his wand, letting it fall to the ground and now touching Sebastian's face. His hot breath was driving him crazy and when they separated they were somewhat agitated.

"Why did you kiss me?" He said ominis.

"Because I like you"

"Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't have kissed you otherwise" he smiled.

"Sebastian. This is crazy, are you aware of that?"

"The only thing I'm aware of is that I want to kiss you more" he replied, approaching his face again to kiss him.

Ominis allowed himself to be kissed without putting up any kind of resistance. This time he wrapped his arms around her neck on his shoulders as they went about their business. But from one moment to the next, Sebastián's kisses became much more intense, and then they descended from his lips to his neck. He also seemed to want to lay him down on the bed.

And for some reason that alarmed the young blind man. And he jerked away while he was as red in the face as a tomato. Sebastian found it too cute to see him like this.

"Sorry, I thought I got carried away"

"Don't apologize. It's just, I've never done this before. I'm nervous."

Sebastian looked in the direction of the door, the room was dimly lit, and he smiled. They had this whole room to themselves. And seeing ominis like this, with their eyes lowered and flushed, was giving him some impure thoughts.

"Anyway. I would never force you to do something you don't want, ominis" he said.

Ominis nodded embarrassed and in that he groped for his wand, which had fallen when the kissing began. Sebastian noticed that and grabbed it from the ground quickly to give it to her.

"Here it is, ominis, your wand"

"Thank you" he squeezed it firmly.

For some reason Sebastian felt bad for seeming so desperate to possess him. Or only he had the impression that ominis quickly searched for his wand to protect himself.

"I mean it ominis. I would never hurt you"

"And created you. Don't worry"

Sebastian held her hand affectionately again and smiled happily at her.

"Thanks for trusting me"

"Always, Sebastian. Always"

*End*

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis x sebastián #sebinis #headcanon #fanfic #romance

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femsolid · 2 years

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“Everyone in the group has equal time to talk - in this case, a half hour each - uninterrupted and without evaluation. This is a revolutionary experience for some women. Being seriously and completely listened to, being genuinely heard, hardly ever happens to women in ordinary everyday life. Many women cry the first time they try this process. Their being so avidly heard in the present causes them to realize how deeply they have been wounded by being ignored and disregarded, shut up, talked over, and found inconsequential or amusing during most of their past lives. It is also often the first time women have ever listened to somebody else for a half hour or so without responding, without murmuring, "Oh yeah?," "I see," "Um hum," "I know how you feel," at appropriate intervals. Or laughing, or making sympathetic noises. It is often the first time they have ever listened to somebody else without allowing their facial expressions to communicate understanding, puzzlement, disagreement, or a host of other reactions.

It is not easy for women to learn not to respond. We are thoroughly conditioned to respond. We always respond. That is one of our roles in patriarchy - to be the responders, the chorus. Men talk, and we nod and say breathlessly, "Then what happened?" or "Oh, yes, I'd love to hear about your childhood rock collection!" Our children have legitimate needs for our attention. They need to have us laugh when they're witty or cluck with dismay when they tell us their woes. Our faces are infinitely plastic: we are required to register admiration, servility, sympathy, concern, sorrow, and understanding all day long every day. We almost cannot not respond by this time in our lives. We almost cannot allow somebody to set forth upon this quest for their own ideas in our presence without our solicitous questions and reassurances, our reactions stamped clearly on our visages, our oohings and aahings - we are such active listeners. When we first try to listen passively to others, some of us feel like traitors; we feel as if we're doing something illegal, as if we might be arrested for it any moment. And because as women we have been taught to be primarily outer - or other-directed, we in our turn as speakers have come to rely on the cues our listeners give us, the little "I'm listening" noises they make, to judge where we are in their estimation, and where our discourse should move next if we are to win their approval, consolidate their sympathy, etc. Some of us become very disoriented without constant feedback.

But in Hearing into Being, for every participant's sake, listeners and talkers must break their addiction to response and evaluation. The process works, if we will just give quiet attention and the speaker can just forget about us. The reason for the nonevaluation, the nonresponse, is that evaluation and response make storming our brain's barricades impossible. Most of the time that we are conversing with people, we know we have to hurry and make our point before they break in to make theirs. Even as we're talking, they're judging what we're saying, how close we are to being finished, shaking or nodding their heads, and making impatient little gestures that tell us they're getting ready for their turn. Always being acutely aware of how little time we have before we're going to be interrupted, we focus very narrowly and exclusively upon the point we're making. We can't afford to extrapolate, to associate, to let extraneous thoughts claim our attention.

What's happening while we're concentrating and talking on this one subject, however, is that a lot of related material is emptying out of our mental files, as well as other ideas that are sparked simply by the fact that we're thinking, our mental sap is running. The mind doesn't just hand us evidence to support the one idea we're concerned with at the moment; we single it out from lots of other information. These other ideas, fragments of ideas, and musings are competing for center stage, but because we're so focused, we can't hear them begging from the wings to be let into the act. They seem irrelevant to our argument; they're not going to help us convert these people. But when we are free to talk without threat of interruption, evaluation, and the pressure of time; when our listeners are attentive and interested, nonjudgmental, and not waiting impatiently for a chance to rebut or agree, or just to say their piece; when we don't have to defend what we say, now or ever; when we don't have to persuade anyone; when we don't have to elaborate upon it to help someone understand (because it doesn't matter whether they understand or not; this is personal, not inter-personal, communication ) - when all these conditions are met, we move quickly past known territory out onto the frontiers of our thought.

Knowing that no one but us is going to say one single sound for that half hour, no matter what, helps us relax our minds. And when we relax, we can begin to hear and explore the other ideas that are clamoring to be heard. We begin to notice that there are hoards and flocks of them. We are astonished at how fast and how thickly they are rushing upon us. Sometimes we think, "Oh, I can't get all this organized. I can't talk about it because I won't be able to be logical; I won't make sense."

This is a powerful process. Being heard in this way lets us peel off layers of our minds, come closer and closer to what I call our wise old woman's mind. We may not have an epiphany in the first half hour, although every time I've been with a group doing Hearing into Being, most women have been amazed at themselves the first half hour. They have hardly been able to believe they are the source of such fascinating insights. But if exciting ideas don't occur to us in the first half hour, they almost certainly will in the second, and by the end of the third session, women realize that what they thought they knew, and how intelligent they thought they were, was the merest beginning. The kind of free-wheeling thought this process aims for can only emerge in the absence of all interference, no matter how well meaning. Any evaluation, even praise, hangs us up at that level. Perhaps especially praise. Since a little praise whets our appetites, we tailor what we say to get more. We also fashion our discourse to bring down raised eyebrows, or to change looks of disagreement or perplexity. Almost every facial expression, except pleasant interest, detours us quickly right back into familiar territory. Although Hearing into Being is of highest value for brainstorming, for coming up with many and varied ideas, for making connections, putting everything together and coming up with something new, from the beginning I understood and liked another aspect of it even more: it eliminates competitive talking, one of the major pleasures in men's culture.

Here is a place where we can concentrate exclusively upon how the world would be if it were just exactly as we want it to be, without having to be 'realistic,' without having to deal with ours and everybody else's old perceptions of how the world is. Who says it's this way anyway? We are, after all, living in someone else's dream. Is the patriarchal dream more "real" than ours?”

- Going Out of Our Minds by Sonia Johnson

#going out of our minds #sonia johson #quote #feminism #mp

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another-heroine · 3 months

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I Kissed a Boy and... I Have No Idea What I Had in Mind!

Have you ever thought that I would lose this opportunity? NEVER

I'd like to thank @dujour13 for trusting me her Azata boy for gay scientific purposes lol

Presenting y'all Andrine and Siavash doing bardic disgusting things below the cut

Then I asked him, “Are you sure?”

And he said, “Of course, that’s so sweet, it should not be that strong”.

And I replied, “My dear, haven’t you learned that sweet ones usually are the strongest?”

And all was fun and games until we both ended up wasted over the tavern’s roof now.

I turn my head slowly to Sia. “You know, I can’t understand why I still give ears to you.”

“It must be because we are… all ears,” he giggles.

I roll my eyes, but laugh along.

“Orange beer, who could say it ever exists?”

Siavash shrugs. “You should see my homeland. We use oranges in many recipes, even drinks.”

I cross my hands over my chest, gazing at the stars above. “Stop, you are giving me craving for things that don't exist around here. I mean, not bragging, maybe I can find some in the River Kingdoms, but that’s not the point.”

He shuts his eyes, with a scorny smile. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Suddenly we overhear a conversation below. There are two fellows more drunk than us, tipsy and sentimental towards each other.

“No, because you are my best friend!”

“No way, you are my bestest friend!”

“And you are the bestest over the bestest of all!”

Silence. Someone burps.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What? Are you out of your mind?” the second one sounds sober for a second.

I have to see it. I sit, ignoring my dizzy head. Just hope I don’t fall off the roof. Sia does the same right after me.

“But friends do it too!” The lovestruck fellow holds the other by the shoulders. “It’s just… Don’t look into their eyes! Then it’s not… uh… gay.”

Sia and I look at each other, holding our breath. We were looking for silver and got gold.

“Ok then,” the second one agrees, but not without some stiffness. “If you don’t tell everybody tomorrow, so don’t I!”

Sia says under his breath, “There they go”.

And there they went. It was the most tasteless kiss I have ever seen.

“Amateurs.” Siavash scorns and lends his torso over the elbows.

I pout. “Give them a chance. Must have been their first time ever.”

“I could do it better.”

I put my hands on my waist. “Oh, of course, Mister Professional Kisser. You got too cheeky after that beer, you know?”

“Oh, my sister-in-arts, you know what I’m talking about. We bards are full of subterfuge and charms.” He waves his hand like was talking about trivial things.”Not a big deal kissing someone who is not your type.”

I frown. “Can you give an example?”

“Like… when you have to seduce someone to get information.” His eyebrows raise, like I’ve asked for something absurd.

I ponder for a while. “Well, I’m used to enchanting them with magic. Easy peasy.”

“It does not have the same taste.”

“My boy, I’d rather die than kiss Irovetti, I swear you.” I feel my stomach twisting as I remember that bloated face. “Some people think I despise men in general, which is not entirely true. I even have friends who are,” I give a dry laugh. “But seriously, I just can’t. Every time when I had to confront one, they wanted me dead or worse, ugh.”

Suddenly I catch that familiar gleam in his eyes.For some reason my heart skips a beat, and I keep the straight face. “Ok, what now?”

“Do you wanna try?”

I’m taken aback. “Are you serious?”

Siavash shrugs. “Why not? Friends do it too,” he is amused to repeat the words we heard moments ago.

I give a crooked smile. “If Woljif finds out, I will be a dead queen.”

“What about Octavia?”

“She would join us.”

Damn, I miss my wife. But she wouldn’t mind at all, it’s true, we have an agreement towards it.

Though the picture of me kissing a man was not in the plans.

“Ok.” I get closer. “But it’s only for scientific purposes. And I truly hope that tomorrow I don’t wake up surrounded by the Family members!”

“You have my word!” He raises a hand.

Thankfully, he is not prickled. And still tastes of orange. Actually, as soon as our lips meet, I’m stormed by a myriad of sensations. And don’t ask me what kind they are.

When we get apart, I fulminate him.

“Goddammit, Sia, you are smoother than a lot of girls I’ve kissed, you prick!”

Though I give him a little push, he smiles proudly.

“You flatter me, Drine. It was good for you?”

I pretend indifference. “It would be better if you were a girl anyway. But it was not unpleasable at all. Eight of ten.”

“Eight?” His smile grows.

“Don’t get full of yourself or I will give you a seven.” I crawl off the roof. Enough of nonsense for tonight.

He asks out loud, “I was better than Octavia?”

I look over my shoulder. “Neither in one million lives!”

#“siandrine isnt real they cant hurt you”#siandrine:#i love them #glad for finally get some time to write and write about them!#mooties' ocs #mooties' crossovers #ockiss24 #pwotr pals #pathfinder wotr #pathfinder kingmaker

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Shina - With (Pre-Arrest) Idol Boyfriend Reader

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Shina, as well as Mina, have absolutely no information on them except for their name, appearance, building number and ID number. So! I've decided to give him like, dislikes and a personality based on his appearance. Do with that information what you will. I hope that this is adequate to what you wanted! —Benny🐰

⭐•♡•🟡•♡•⭐•♡•🟡•♡•⭐•♡•🟡•♡•⭐•♡•🟡

🌟 When Shina first heard there was a new inmate being put into building seven, he wasn't exactly shocked. Inmates come and go all the time, so why would he pay this instance any thought. However, it was in the cafeteria during lunch that you caught his interest. It seemed that Nanairo had yet to give you your inmate uniform, or maybe he was just being kind as usual and let you wear the clothes you were apprehend in. Who knows, Shina sure doesn't...

🌟 What caught Shina's eyes right away was the fact that your clothes resembled the costumes that male Idols would wear. Let me tell you, he interest was piqued. So he waited until his designated break tim to speak you; stealthily slinking away from the distracted Mina and Nina. And soon you were face to face with Shina's mischievous feline eyes; it seems you both his it off from there.

🌟 Congratulations! You've graduated from idol to slav— er boyfriend, I meant boyfriend! But in all seriousness, you're practically Shina's errand boy now. He'll have you do all sorts of things for him, but he'll pay you in love and affection, so at least there's that. Do expect to be spending a lot of your money on Cheese Rice Crackers from the outdoor vending machines though, it is Shina's favorite food, after all.

🌟 Shina wasn't too surprised that you were an Idol before being arrested, but he was pretty curious about what ot was like being in an idol group outside of Nanba. Considering he, Nina, Mina and Hina had only formed that group during their incarceration at Nanba in building seven; it would be something he had never heard about. And now, Shina has a few suggestions and requests to give to the supervisor concerning his and his friends', still unnamed, idol group.

🌟 When you told him that you were arrested for tampering with the schedules of rival idol groups so that your own could take their gigs, Shina only shrugged and gave you a lazy 'eh, I'd probably do it too'. But then his next question was how did you even end up in nanba, you didn't seem like the escaping type. It was then that Shina learned that it wasn't you breaking out, but your fans breaking you out after storming the prisons you were held in. Scary!

🌟 Your sneakiness and chaos goes in tandem with his own. If you wanna do something stupid; do expect Shina to materialize next to you out of thin air because there's no way he's letting you do this without him. All the endless practicing and beauty routines are tiring, you know. Shina needs to get out once in a while and cause some mischief, and your his ticket to that.

🌟 There will be rare moments that Shina will ignore your chaos and simply laze around and read his magazines. He really can't be bothered at times like these but will come with you to wherever you're going, but only if you give him a piggyback ride. He's an idol you know, he needs his poor delicate feet for rehearsal— ah wait, Shina forgot that you were an idol as well.

🌟 Ah yes, flowers are lovely aren't they? And so are naps outside! Double the fun! But really; when Shina learned about your love of flowers, he pulled out all of the stops. Flower crowns, bouquets, corsages and many more things that you can make flowers into will randomly start appearing in your cell. His idol group may or may not also have more flower themed accessories and costumes added to their wardrobe. Shina won't say anything, it's not his style to stand out too too much, but you'll certainly know it was him.

🌟 Please let Shina visit your mini garden whenever he wants, he needs another place to hide when he's feeling too lazy to practice with his group, Nina and Mina are starting to catch on! As payment for loitering in your little piece of eden, he'll ask the building supervisor for all kinds of seeds for you to plant in your garden. Shina will also suggest you grow fruit, it is a garden after all, but if you're not feeling it he won't push you.

🌟 All in all, both you and Shina have a pretty healthy relationship. He's going to do his absolute best to make sure the remainder of your incarceration here is as comfortable and loving as possible.

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My Led Zeppelin Reunion Odyssey

Like everyone else, I'd first heard rumors of Led Zeppelin reuniting in June 2007. I assumed this was just another in a long line of rumors that seemed to materialize on an almost regular basis.

I didn't think much of these latest rounds of rumors until I received a cryptic email from my Zeppelin associate in September. He said it was definitely on and would be announced the public in a few weeks. I had to promise not to repeat this information to anybody until it's been officially announced.

The rumors and web sites were lit up with speculation, theories, denials, dreamers, skeptics and nay-sayers. Finally the day came when an official announcement was made and the Zeppelin world on the Internet exploded. There was to be a concert on Nov 26th, 2007 in honor of Ahmet Ertegun with Jason Bonham joining the rest of the band.

I immediately calculated the odds of getting a ticket, getting off from work and traveling to London. I didn't even have a valid passport. So I resigned myself to hearing about it and seeing clips of it on the Internet. I immediately assumed I would not be going and didn't entertain the thought an set myself up for disappointment. Like 20 million other fans over the world, I registered for a ticket online and didn't seriously consider having a chance at winning a ticket but it was definitely worth a try.

However, a few weeks after the concert was announced in Sept, I got an email from my Zeppelin associate saying "Pack your bags". I didn't quite know what to make of it and wasn't sure what he was referring to or if he was playing some sort of practical joke.

I replied to his email and asked something like "Is this what I think it is?" He said it was and it was serious and came from "the Source”, a reference I knew to mean his connection with the inner circle within the band, Jimmy Page's manager whom he'd known quite well since meeting him in 2003 at the release and premiere showing of "DVD" in NY.

A few days later he forwarded me an email from 'The Source" outlining the itinerary for picking up our tickets:

TICKET COLLECTION

As you are a friend of ours, you won't be required to pick up your tickets at will call with the 20,000 other fans - you will however need to go to the Royal Garden Hotel at 2-24 Kensington High Street, London W8 4PT. Tel: 020-7937-8000.

On Saturday 8th December, between the hours of 11.00am and 2.00pm, from the Royal Garden Hotel. Please ask for guest Mark Reiter in Room number 247.

On Sunday 9th December, between the hours of 11.00am and 2.00pm, from the Royal Garden Hotel. Please ask for guest Mark Reiter in Room number 247.

On Monday 10th December any uncollected tickets will be sent over to the o2 Arena. These may be collected from 10.00am onwards, at the box office at the o2 Arena.

Please note that you will be expected to provide ID in your name to collect your tickets.

A few things NOT to ask Marc:

Can I get passes? Can I get more tickets? Can I pick them up later? Are the seats good?

While you may be a friend of ours, that doesn't necessarily, give you the right to give him grief or to be ignorant - unless of course he really asks for it!

The show will start at 7.15pm with Bill Wymans All Stars. Led Zeppelin will be on stage at 9.00pm. The show will be over at 11.00pm…..

If you have any other questions regarding ticket collection please feel free to email me at [email protected]

Instantly calculating the odds of being able to find a flight, hotel, a passport and time off from work, I knew this would be a miracle to pull off. It all seemed too good to be true. It was all happening too fast.

It came out of the blue and didn't seem real. Would I have enough time to renew my passport? Would it all fall apart after getting a ticket when all hinged on getting a new passport? My old passport was needed to in order to get a new one and it sat 800 miles away in storage.

I didn't know if I could: 1) Get back to Philly or 2) Locate it and 3) Send in with enough time to be renewed and returned to me in time.

As it happened, I had to fly to Atlanta for work in early Nov. and I scheduled the flight to stop over in Phila. with a long layover.

I jumped in the rental car, drove to the storage place and immediately found the passport! Shortly thereafter, it was announced that Jimmy had broken his finger and the concert would be postponed until Dec 10th. Had the concert not been postponed, my worst fears would have been realized where I would have had a ticket but no passport. I actually did not have a ticket in my hand and was assured that I would be given one once in London. I booked a hotel and flight and everything seemed OK at that point.

Not so OK was the fact that our contact within Zep's camp was evasive and frequently unavailable. Our hopes we dashed and then a reassurance would come on the roller coaster ride that was getting tickets to the concert.

Many assurances were met with long intervals of silence that did not instill a lot of confidence that we, in fact, would have tickets in hand in London.

So travel plans made, I left for the airport only to be called by my boss asking if I was working that night. After multiple calls, I scrambled and found a replacement at the last minute.

Earlier as I was leaving, I superstitiously said that it would be a good concert if I'd seen a dog before the show. Well, I get to the airport and immediately see two German Shepherd working dogs. A good vibe straight away!

A long flight to London then met up with my two fellow Zep friends at Heathrow airport. The airport was swarming with Zeppelin fans from all over the world. The customs agent even asked if I was there for the concert. The atmosphere was buzzing with Led Zeppelin magic. Jumping on a train with our luggage, we were instantly identified as Americans among the Londoners. The plan was to get off the train and locate a particular hotel and pick up the tickets.

Arriving at the hotel, we were given the room number and excitedly knocked on the door. Upon entering the crowded room, we identified Jimmy's road manager on the cell phone and then sitting at a table making plans-mostly about tickets and passes. The room was filled with hangers-on, roadies, assistants and the obligatory model type named "Fern".

The 3 of us sat on the sofa as not to intrude on the proceedings. Finally, my buddy spoke with the manager and was told to wait.

Thirty minutes later, we were each given an envelope. It was spilling over with tickets, passes and multi-colored wrist bands. Huh? Were we given the right envelopes? These apparently were for VIP's as the passes were for rehearsal access, multiple after parties and everything a fan could possible want and more. I could only say "Thank you, thank you". We left the hotel and noticed a marble plaque on the ground that read "All Will Be Revealed". It was eerie.

Making it to the hotel, we had heard rumors of the stage crew also being there. I imagined Zeppelin style parties throughout the hallways. It has to be a rumor only as it simply would be too good to be true. We checked in to the hotel, the West India Quay Marriott which was $600/night when accounting for the exchange rate. I thought that rather steep but figured we were getting the tickets and passes for free so it was worth the expense. The girl at the desk said "It's taken care of". I looked at my buddy and didn't say a thing. We gathered in the lobby and asked "Did she mean what I thought she meant?". He thought so and we apparently were "comped" by the band. All 3 of us were staying at the hotel for three days for free. Unbelievable!

My two buddies went sight-seeing around London and to buy t shirts and souvenirs but I decided to stay in the hotel and rest from the long flight and avoid the gloomy, cold December weather outside. I hadn't brought warm enough clothing and could kick myself for not bringing my leather Led Zeppelin jacket!!

I stayed in and called friends from back in the States telling them I had made it to London and read all the Zep magazines I had picked up along the way.

One of the passes we were given was for the soundcheck/rehearsal. The O2 was only a mile away but we had to take a train to get there. We boarded the train and made it to the venue. We immediately met familiar faces and spent time with the Zep tribute band Led Zepagain, also members of FBO. While in line, we could hear the rumblings of "No Quarter" coming thru the doors.

After a thirty minute wait, we were escorted in to the stage area where we saw Robert, Jimmy, John Paul and Jason on stage casually working thru 'No Quarter',' Nobody's Fault But Mine' ,'In My Time of Dying' and a loose jam which was very cool.

There were maybe 100 people among the audience-mostly crew, charity people and contest winners. Robert got down from the stage and wandered around on the floor to listen to the sound and socialize with the crew and fans. I think one of the people he was talking to was his daughter or a close female associate who was laying on the floor right in front of the stage. During the rehearsal, Jason's son did a little drum solo met with a nice round of applause. Robert's voice sounded great and Jimmy's guitar sound was powerful! It was amazing to see the band rehearsing and in such a casual mood. It was the best of both worlds where they were the famous rock stars but also casual enough to just be themselves hanging out and enjoying the chemistry. All 4 band members seemed relaxed and upbeat. After about an hour, we were all asked to leave and were back in to the O2 corridors. From the performance we had just witnessed, we anticipated a powerful concert.

That afternoon back at the hotel, I got a call from one of my buddies who said "Quick, get to the lobby. Jimmy's guitars are down in the lobby in cases!". I jumped on the elevator and made it to the lobby but the gear had disappeared as fast as it had arrived. Apparently it was true that the road crew was staying at our hotel after all. But there were no hot groupies running the hallways, unfortunately.

Later that night, there was a planned social gathering at a local pub called "The Pilot" where Zep fans from different online fan groups had agreed to meet. Royal Orleans, FBO, Achilles Last Stand and representatives from the official forum were all meeting up that night at "The Pilot".

Nech, Mike and I wandered over to the Pilot thru the cold night. Images of American tourists waiting to be pounced upon by a stray werewolf (to quote from Nech, himself).

I was especially looking forward to meeting up with Annie Hollinshead, the organizer of the Knebworth event planned for the following August and Kevin ,a native Brit who I'd been in contact with for years but have yet to meet. Annie and I had been corresponding by phone and Skype for the previous 6 months in preparation for the Knebworth event and a book of collected fan stories to be given to Jimmy on his birthday for the previous 6 months or so. But I had yet to meet her too.

Upon arriving at "The Pilot", I met up with Kevin and Annie where I recounted the afternoon's events at the rehearsal.

There was a festive atmosphere at the pub where long held friendships were renewed or realized in the real world for the first time much like Annie, Kevin and myself. We met up with a guy who claimed to have recorded the Honolulu 71 concert who presented us with photos and his story of being at that concert.

There also was a guy from Sweden outside the pub looking for tickets. It was a great environment but all three of us were absolutely starving as none of us had a thing to eat since arriving. The rush of events and location of the venue and hotel did not lend itself to access to restaurants. The pub had no food at that hour and we were all about to pass out. We made our way back to the O2 which was the closest place that had any food at that hour and split a pizza with Annie, Kevin and a mate of his. I think we finally got to bed back at the hotel around 2 or 3 am.

The day of the concert, we all met up in the one hotel room and did multiple checks for tickets, passes, wrist bands and identification that we were told would be required to get in to the building. After a frantic search for a misplaced ticket, we headed to the train station.

We boarded another train and met a few fellow Zep fans from all over the world, including a group of drunken British business men and another American. Arriving at the O2 , the atmosphere was cold but electric with anticipation. Fans spilled in and were spread out all over the place. The news media had camped out all over the grounds of the enormous venue grounds, covering the hottest news story all over the world for that day and days afterwards. I said to nobody in particular “I wonder if there will be any celebrities here"-not realizing this event was THE social event throughout all of Europe for everybody including non-Zeppelin fans. Models and celebrities from all over had descended on the event as the place to see and be seen. A huge inflatable blimp outside the venue reinforces the omnipresence of the might Led Zeppelin. I was thinking how nice it would have been to have actual airships flying over the O2.

We arrived at the door and were let in just on showing our wrist bands. We weren't even asked to show our driver's license or any of the checks put in place to prevent ticket scalping. It would have just taken too long and the security was not enforcing the identity checks put in place, at least not as strictly as had been announced.

We then made our way up the ramp to where our seats were and realized the seats were in the VIP area!! At this security check point, they were looking for cameras and recording devices with a metal detecting wand. Jimmy's road manager was there and came over said to the security guy "It's OK, these guys are OK" and were let thru the line without any bother. We were seated to left of the stage up on the 2nd level from the floor. At some point, I grabbed a sandwich which I think was $18. The seats could NOT have been better. We were up about halfway of the first section on Jimmy's side of the stage.

One of the guys ran in to some friends and went on a quest to find other friends from Europe. I met up with a fellow American and FBO member who now lived in the UK and we hung out talked about the show and who else was there we knew. One of my buddies made it down to the side of the stage and was talking with the crew who were guarding Jimmy's guitars by the stage. He came back and said he also spoke with Brian May from Queen who was there with his girlfriend. A few minutes later there was a buzz to my left as Marilyn Manson arrived with his actress girlfriend (Evan Rachel Wood). And I could have sworn I saw Nuno Bettencourt sitting to our left. (it turns out that it was him).

The warm up acts were given polite applause but nobody was interested. It was awkward for them as nobody was there to hear them. Everybody was only there to see Led Zeppelin and it was painfully obvious to the bands on stage (Foreigner etc.) and to the fans. There was a really nice filmed tribute to Ahmet and then a very nice filmed documentary of the band.

Then I noticed Jimmy come to the side of the stage and was stretching his legs limbering up before the show. Finally the lights went down and a roar came up thru the crowd.

The first chords of Good Times Bad Times raised the roof. It was a powerful, palpable sound!

The set list continued as follows: Ramble On Black Dog -"Good Evening" announced Robert. He commented on Ahmet and the fact that there were fans from 129 countries at the show. In My Time of Dying-Powerful For Your Life- Was met with a huge roar. It was rumored to be played at the show but nobody was certain it would actually be played at the show. Trampled Under Foot (During the beginning of each song, I dialed my buddy AJ was at work who was recounting which song was being played to his Zep fan office mates.) Nobody's Fault But Mine No Quarter- Very powerful. Since I've Been Loving You-Great Dazed And Confused was great with Jimmy using his bow and the laser pyramid. My friends Annie and Kevin were in the front of the stage at this point and I was happy that she realized her lifelong dream to see Jimmy in concert which she had never done up until this night. Stairway To Heaven introduced by Robert as "This is for you, Ahmet" then "We did it Ahmet" afterwards. The Song Remains The Same Misty Mountain Hop Kashmir was the highlight of the night. Robert's vocals were great and the visuals were perfect and mesmerizing. The crowd reacted to this song the most. Someone threw a bowler hat up on stage at this point, in dedication to John Bonham, I assume. Jason Bonham came to the front of the stage and turned around to face Robert, Jimmy and JPJ in an "I'm not worthy" gesture. -Encore: Whole Lotta Love Rock And Roll

After the lights went up, I noticed that Richard Cole was standing 2 rows in front of me. I elbowed Mike and whispered "That's Richard Cole!!". He said "How do you know?" I just knew as I'd seen an interview with him on the E! Channel and he looked the same as in the interview. In the meantime, my buddy from NY spotted Mo Jones making her way out of her seat beneath us and to the left. He spoke with her briefly but she didn't recall him from their meeting in NY in 2003. She was there with her grandchildren and preoccupied with them. We reluctantly filed out of our seats and the place was buzzing. There was a bottleneck in the corridor as friends and fans were mulling around talking about the experience. My buddy was talking with Warren Haynes from Government Mule who was really nice. A minute later, I noticed Ben Harper and his girlfriend Laura Dern walking around. I took the chance and tapped her on the shoulder and told her that I loved the movie "October Sky" which is one of my favorites. She lit up and said "Thank you!" and was really sweet. She's tall! I could see that her boyfriend asked her what I'd said to her and I'm assuming she told him I commented on the movie. Meeting her was icing on the cake. An actress from one of my all-time favorite movies after the Zeppelin show! So we gathered together and were looking for how to get to the backstage area. There was a group of us all lost and apparently looking for the same place. Richard Cole was standing among us and looking for the same place. The elevator was crowded and he got on the next one. We found the corridor leading to the backstage area and got in line with our wristbands prominently displayed. Who was standing in line in front of me? Richard Cole, of course! Amazing. He's pretty tall too…six feet two, I would say. I wanted to reach out and talk to him but thought better of it. I regret not at least saying "Hi" to him. We entered the back stage area and got something to drink. My buddy and I found an area to stand and observed the crowd pass by. Eddie Kramer walked by! (I’d met him at a record convention in 1988 so I immediately recognized him). Lulu the British singer was there too. Lots of model types were milling around. The atmosphere in the backstage area was electric with anticipation of any of the band members showing up, of course. A small group gathered in front of us: Richard Cole, one of the guys from Oasis, Chad Smith, the drummer from Red Hot Chili Peppers and a few other cool musicians stood around talking about the concert. Richard Cole was maybe ten feet in front of me the whole time and I really wanted to ask him for an autograph. But he was on his cell phone most of the time and I didn't want to intrude. It turns out that my buddy managed to get a photo with him which was cool. Damn, I should have been more forward with that! So were standing around and all the sudden a murmur covers the room like a wave. Jason Bonham shows up to our left. He's with his son and is surrounded by maybe ten people including my buddy who has a nice conversation with him. I could tell that Jason was really gracious and really friendly with all the fans. A few minutes later, Jimena Page makes an appearance. Like a streak across the room, she disappeared somewhere among a crowd, I think because I didn't see her after then. However, Jimmy's son, James Page Jr was there to my right and had a conversation with my buddy from NY. (He was very indifferent to being a world famous guitarist's song according to my buddy and apparently very down to Earth from what my buddy told me of their conversation) About 30 minutes later, John Paul Jones arrived surrounded by 15 people. He was glowing and obviously happy about the performance. He was inundated by questions from all around him. Again, I was so tempted to try to talk to him but didn't want to intrude and probably couldn't have penetrated the throng of people around him.

A few hours had gone by. JPJ and Jason stayed about an hour or so. Finally, ushers came in and announced that we all must leave. After much prodding, we were forced out of the backstage area and made our way to the after party at the Indigo Club. After another line and wrist band checking, we entered the Indigo. Solomon Burke, the blues artist was on stage. What I would assume were record company people and friends of the band were milling around. We were all pretty tired at this point but managed to stick around until three am or so. Not much was really happening at the Indigo but we hung out and made the most of it. Finally leaving the O2, we attempted to flag down a taxi. We were told that it would cost $100 or so by a rather rude taxi driver who wasn't interested in taking us anywhere so close as our hotel. We were starving, tired, elated, and cold and lost in the area around the O2. We even tried to flag down a regular bus and a double decker bus for two hours. We finally grabbed hot dogs off of a vendor working out of a cart there for working people on their way to work at five am.

Eventually we got a gypsy cab who took us back to the hotel. My flight back to Chicago was at 11:30 am that morning and Heathrow was all the way on the other side of London which entailed taking 3 trains to get to the terminals. I slept for an hour and left the hotel at seven am where I toured the London subway system to get to the airport and board the plane. Lots of hung over American Zep fans were on the shuttle bus and plane on the way back to the U.S. Everybody was recounting the previous night's events….still buzzing from the once in a lifetime experience. Fortunately the plane was almost empty and I stretched out across 4 seats to sleep the whole length of the flight back home. Carrying my cache of souvenirs, I made it to the rental car and back to the hotel. That night I went in to work and recounted the whole story to my fellow co-workers. It all had not sunken it that I was actually there. A few weeks later, I had all the mementos framed from this amazing trip. http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t450/fsmith90951/IMG_0146_zpspoqn7f2t.jpg

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - I'll be there

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

A/N: Let me know if you have any questions ;) as always feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

haru pov

“Will you tell me what's going on?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence in the car after a long time. You were more than surprised to see none other than your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend parking right in front of the building where you work and entering the building, looking for you.

"I'd like to speak with YN, please." He showed up at reception and waited until they called you. You had already finished work over an hour ago, but since your father was still outside, you lied saying you would work some overtime today, just waiting until he left. When the secretary called you informing you that your boyfriend was waiting for you, your heart skipped a beat. It was definitely Haru's work.

You were so anxious to get out of there and get as far away from your father as possible that even with the awkward situation between you and Jungkook, you couldn't be more relieved that he was there.

Jungkook stood up as soon as he saw you crying, and he bowed respectfully, as if you were someone he wasn't intimate with. Understandable, but still strange. He didn't question why he was looking for you or why you weren't leaving in your own car that was parked outside. When the two of you left the building together, your father's car was no longer in the parking lot. He was gone.

"It's nothing, Jungkook. Really.", you looked away from him, focusing on the cars passing by. Jungkook hissed in frustration.

"You know, one of these days I’m not going to be able to get to you quick enough…” he took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you.

"What are you talking about, Jungkook?", you turn to look at him. "You speak like I always ask for your help."

"That's not what I meant, YN. I'm just telling you to be a little more careful where you go and who you go with. I'm not there anymore to take care of you when you put yourself in danger.", he stated, daring you to deny it.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this…", you closed your eyes in frustration.

“Well, guess what? You are. ", he said, looking at you again, his tone harsher. "If you’re not going to be careful with your sake, at least do it for mine. It still kills me to see you in danger… Since you seem to have no sense of self-preservation, I feel obliged to remind you.”

"Ok, I heard you and I appreciate your help tonight, Jeon."

"Stop calling me Jeon", he spat back.

"That's your name, right? ", you say, dead serious, knowing how much he hates when you call him by his first name.

"You're seriously mad at me because you don't like to hear the truth?! ", he spatted back.

"I'M NOT MAD, JUNGKOOK!", you yell. "I'm fucking anxious to get home and sleep, that's all!"

Jungkook hums, already parking in front of Haru's house.

"Then you have nothing to be anxious for. You're at home now. I'm leaving.", Jungkook leans his body towards you and for a moment you think he's going to hug you, but he just opens the car door and motions for you to get out. "You can go."

"Thank you", you look at him, but Jungkook avoids your eyes.

“I’d come for you”, he says in a low tone, holding the steering wheel. “No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

"Thank you." you reach for his arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "Thank you very much, Kook."

He only hums, still avoiding your gaze. You get out of the car, and he leaves before you reach the front door.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?!", Haru meet you at the door, checking you for any injuries. "Did Jungkook bring you home? He talked to your dad? What happened?"

"Kook brought me home. My dad wasn't there anymore when we got out.", you explained to her. "Thank you, Haru."

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[On Kidnapping and Its Application] {My Speculation and Opinion} Trigger warning for everything. For the yandere community. Block, don't report. Have a good day.

Chapter 2

Last chapter we discussed preparation in a half-hazardous way including aftercare, basic psychology, and some common sense. Here we will highlight one of these topics, and it will be common sense.

Common sense includes the various spectrum of knowledge allowed to everyone or known to a great many people, but can we really call this kind of knowledge common?

Firstly I'll discuss the obvious; employment for us can be spotty or spacey, this is to be expected. To find a job and stick with it can be the most draining thing, but is important to keeping your victim, especially if they are too disabled to keep a job or if you want them to stay at home.

I've heard of some companies using an AI to hire their employees and that there's a way around it (according to reddit, take this with a pinch of salt) by putting that they went to a big university of college (Harvard, Yale, whatever) but then made those words transparent so people can't see it, but the AI can.

Or the old method that companies use as well; lying. (Immediate termination is often the consequence as well as sometimes being blacklisted.)

Or just get a regular job. Your victim will likely not be working (unless you've already had communications with your victim and they have employment, then income won't be too much of an issue.) Even a minimum wage job would be better than nothing.

Make sure they live alone. If they live with their family/significant other then assume people are on alert, even when asleep. Assume every house has a self defense bat, mine does, so I assume every home has one or an equivalent. BE AWARE THAT PEOPLE DO CARRY BLADES/GUNS.

Transportation; a car or motor vehicle is often used. A quiet car would be best, if you don't have one then park your car some distance away before approaching the residence. Make sure you have a plan for getting your victim onto/into your vehicle without too much fussing about.

{Requested ADDITION EDIT OF SEPTEMBER 22 2023/ NOVEMBER 21 2023

How to keep your location a secret? In this day and age your location can be tracked just about anywhere, I have no cure all but I think turning off your phone's location at home is a good bet (because then your last recorded location was at your residence), learning the parts of the phone so you can just pop it out, or just leave it at home. Seriously, just leave it at home or get a burner, I don't know how this works or else I'd give better advise. (Sorry to those who think I'm a guru on this)

If you're stalking then do yourself a favor and look vague; hoodie, sunglasses, a hat, keep your distance. If you must listen in on the target's conversations then get one of those apps for amplifying noise. If you can insert yourself somewhere in your target's life, then do so, it will be easier to gain their trust this way (clubs or online communities are a good way, even if you aren't good at what's being done its better to try than to have never even had the possibility at all)}

[credit to...♡ @lonedarling ♡ for the suggestions]

Check for a security sign in front of the home, the sign will give you the company name, the company has a website, the website will give you information on how they rig the house (or a phone number to call and ask questions as a "potential buyer") granted, some areas (or countries) just don't have these. Use your common sense.

If no security sign is present, then assume these people will sleep lightly, tread with caution and make sure to take your shoes off to avoid excessive noises.

Distribute your weight evenly if they have genuine wood floors as that might create less noise.

!->First time you see the house is time for reconnaissance.<-!

Slip in a few times and get used to their home, walk around and get a feel for the place. Look at the brands they use, their trash, their medication... it is all useful cause then you can look online for the specific stores that carry those products.

!->People will often use a single store for their shopping needs.<-!

If their phone is just lying about... try to unlock it. If you've been paying attention then you have their password.

I purposely left out actually kidnapping them. That should be done in your way, using your mind, but I can add a tip or two if people request it... I won't let you guys flounder if I have a solution...

Now you all have some very useful knowledge... Next I shall discuss the psychology of your typical victim in more detail.

Fin of chapter 2

Author's note: you guys may have more info to add here, please do. I love you guys and I hope you guys have a good day. I'll make the next chapter soon.

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