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Joke’s on You!
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Chapter 8: Bats and Stalkers
Red Hood watched as his newest subordinate flittered around their current base, the kid had shown up two weeks ago and had slowly integrated themself into his gang. Hood still didn’t know if he should trust the kid or not but other than a strange buzz whenever they were near, he had no reason to mistrust them. The kid was… strange but seemed to genuinely want to help despite having admitted to practically stalking him for weeks before approaching. He huffed as he thought over their first encounter.
*****
Jason sighed as he leaned back, legs dangling over the edge of the abandoned theatre's roof. It was a slow night and the semi-peace had him on alert, calm in Gotham almost never bode well for anyone. He'd removed his Hood, Domino in place as he looked over Crime Alley, smoke trailing from his lips as he took a drag from his cigarette.
The usual Gotham smog clouded the sky, obscuring the stars from view. It was nearing early morning when a scuff from behind had him instinctively grabbing his guns as he got to his feet and spun around to face the intruder. Pausing to take in the figure in front of him. They had their hands up in a show of peace and remained calm under hoods scrutiny. "who are you?"
Instead of a verbal answer, they slowly began to sign. "I want to join you. I'm new in Gotham, been following the bats and rogues the last few weeks. Thought my skills and goal lined up best with yours"
'Huh, that's knew.' Jason leaned down to pick up his Hood and put it on before replying. "Why'd you think that? If yah know who I am, what's your goal?"
The kid? they looked about Duke or Tims age, not that he could tell much from the full head and face mask they wore. Similar to Black Bat. 'A copy cat?'' He took the chance to look them over more thoroughly as he waited for a response. Their outfit covered every inch of skin and was mostly black with thin hacker green and screen blue lines running along the seams and crisscrossing their chest, almost resembling the motherboard of a computer, the area covering the eyes glowed faintly and was the same screen blue, there was also a neon red X over the mouth area that looked to have been painted on rather aggressively over a silver grin.
The boots they wore were strange, they were similar to Nightwing's skintight suit but in place of the thin flexible soles, they had thick heavy silver platforms that resemble combat boots. 'how'd they sneak up on me in those?' he wondered. Tucked into the boots was a pair of loose cargo style pants, held up with a silver belt. The top once again bore resemblance to Nightwing's skin tight suit with the sleeves continuing on to cover the hands, each finger tipped in silver claws.
Movement from their hands caught his attention, he paid keen attention as they signed. "1-Personal investment in taking down the Joker. 2-Need help, you were the best bet in letting me get my shot, others would try talk me out of it. 3-Don't feel like being a Rogue. 4-I'm good at gathering info unnoticed."
They let their hands drop to their sides but kept them in sight, head cocked to the side as they waited for a reaction. Hood thought it over. "Prove the last one and I'll let you in on a trial run. Once you do that we can go over house rules and the types of jobs you'll get."
Jason had fully expected the kid to agree and leave to gather information on some gang or something. He was not expected for them to slowly reach behind them and pull out multiple folders, from seemingly nowhere and toss the stack onto the floor between them. Giving them another once over, he saw nowhere they could have possible hid the stack. Looking from the stack to the kid in question, he tilted his head in silent inquiry. They gat the message and began to sign. "That's all the info I gathered on the other Bats during my time observing them, as well as information I gathered on various Rogues and factions in Gotham"
Jason's brow rose under his hood as he slowly moved to pick up the files. flipping through the stack, he could feel his brows clime higher and higher as he did before farrowing when he got to the folders on the Bats. The files were incredibly detailed, describing each of their patrol routes, rotations, preferred routes, habits, favourite rest stops and they even went into detail on their relationships and who paired best with who for fights and recon missions.
He glanced up at the kid, who was currently staring up at the smog filled sky. 'I'll have to leave soon, the sky is already started to turn pale.' He quickly skimmed through the rest of the files, almost snorting as he came across a picture of Nightwing face planting a window at Wayne Enterprises Tower. 'It's a good thing Bruce had all the windows reinforced'. His humour quickly turned into a scowl when he came across a picture of Red Hood dangling from his ankle after being caught in a trap set by Spoiler. "What's your plan if I say no?"
"Black Mail you into letting me join." Jason's brows shot up at that.
"And if that fails?" Jason was curious, what would this kid do?.
"Help you any way. You just wont see me." Jason resisted the urge pinch the bridge of is nose.
"Fine Kid, I'll let you in for a trial period of a month, if you double cross me in any way you're out. Got it?"
Jason received a nod and salute from the kid. "Alright, come here tomorrow at 9pm and I'll lead you to the warehouse we use for debriefs. We'll start on one of the gangs we've been onto for awhile, you got some good tips here. From there we'll test your skills. Now, What do I call you kid?"
"Not a kid. 18. You can call me Hex." With that the kid stepped back, spun and made a running leap to the next roof top. Quickly disappearing into the distance.
"Hex, huh." He'd have to keep an eye on them, they were good, if they could keep tabs on the Bats without being caught. he bit his lip as he looked through the files again until he found the one on Black Bat. 'I really hope this kid doesn't turn out to be a budding Rogue... this is Tim level of fuck all stalking and the fact they manage to make a file on Black Bat... She hadn't mentioned anything, so either she felt there was no threat or she did not detect them at all.' With a heavy sigh, Jason gathered the files and stuffed them in to the bag he used for collecting shit from the dealers or thugs he came across during patrols. Stretching out, he slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way down to his bike. it was time to get back to his safe house and sleep before tackling whatever the hell that encounter had been.
*****
Danny yawned as they stretched out on their couch, it had been two weeks since they got themselves an in with Hoods gang, things were going well so far. They were still doing grunt work being a runner, but Danny found it fascinating. It reminded them of watching his sperm donor's operations but at the same time it was the complete opposite. Where before they were always wary, now they were at ease and confident in their safety. Back then there was always screams, crying and fights in the background, with the current Red Hood? There was a camaraderie, a deep understanding that they work to help those in Crime Alley.
Hood ruled by respect, fear and protection. It settled something in Danny to see the Red Hood title so far removed from their childhood memories. It was also a surprise to find that Red Hood was the source of the Angry/Hurt tugging they had felt here and there since entering Gotham. Red Hood was a Revenant, a sick one at that. Danny had slowly been filtering the corrupt ectoplasm via proximity and was happy to feel the Anger slowly drain away. They couldn't do much about the other emotions but the Anger was defiantly a direct result of the corruption.
"Oomph!" Danny's thoughts were interrupted by a weight landing on their back. "Hello to you too. Why are you trying to suffocate me, this fine afternoon?"
"I Know" There was something smug in her voice.
"Know what?" Danny gave a half hearted attempt to dislodge the Little Shadow but she only readjusted and they gave up with a huff.
"Hex." Danny stiffened and made to sit up, Cass easily slid off them and sat next to them.
"How?" Danny observed her, she was calm and didn't look or feel upset, they were rather confused about the Happy/Smug/Mistchief she was unknowingly giving off.
"Was following Red Hood, He was acting strange. Good strange but strange. Saw Hex use Sign for Me. Only you use Swan sign but Hex used Swan and Hood say Black Bat!" She really looked proud of herself. They had figured out the Bats were the Waynes almost immediately after seeing Nightwing do a quadruple flip and Black Bat's Liminalty gave her away as Cass.
"Ok, fine I'm Hex... What now?" They looked at her curiously.
"Keep secret. Not tell Bats, yet." Danny watched as she seemed to hesitate before continuing in sign. They froze as they watched her hands. "Bats found the Ecto-Act, Big bat is not happy and is investigating how no one found it before. He also wants to know why he was not told and if calls to the Justice League was made."
Danny sighed and flopped back into the couch. turning to look at Cass they decided to tell he the parts of their story they left out the last time. Seems help was coming sooner than they expected. This changed a few things but over all? It was good. They felt Cass snuggle into their side. Danny glanced at her and smiled before grabbing their phone and ordering takeout. Seems they were having a stay in day. They might ask for the nigh off from Hood if Cass doesn't have patrol, they could watch movies and dance. Yeah, that sounds good.
Chapter 9: Stalker meet Stalker
Hex hid in the shadows, ever observant as they waited for their chance to make an appearance. During their observation and information gathering, in order to guarantee a way into Hoods gang, they had noticed the source of the main reason they were in this Cursed city was coming from the Red Bird. So every chance they got, Hex would go out and follow the Red Bird to figure out if the tugging was coming from him specifically or from an object he was carrying. The Red Bird was currently wrapping up an attempted robbery. Hex leaned back on the ledge, rubbing a hand over their chest where they knew their core rested. The tugging was more frantic now that they were so close to figuring it out. A click got their attention and they realised all the thugs had been secured and the Red Bird was getting ready to continue his patrol.
'There!' Hex jumped to the next roof, landing just as Red Robin swung over the ledge. Hex watched as the Bird paused and settle into a well hidden ready stance as he took notice of the fact he wasn't alone.
*****
"Who are you?" Tim kept his focus on the unknown as he subtly clicked the alert on his belt. It would let the others know he had encountered an unknown but to hold back until they are confirmed to be hostile. The unknown tilted their head to the side as they slowly lifted their hands, Tim watched as they began to sign.
"They call me Hex. You have something I've been looking for." Hex leaned against the large vent, hands still visible.
Tim waited but when they didn't continue, he shifted into a more relaxed stance. "And what would that be?"
Tim watched as they slumped slightly, giving the impression they were sighing. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Tim raised a brow at that. "Then how do you know I have what you want?"
Hex straitened a little before signing. "Something... Something lead me to this city, something was tugging me here. If it wasn't for that feeling, I never would have stepped foot in this Cursed City. But... certain circumstances left me a lot of free time and the tugging grew near painful. So, I followed it, it lead me to this city, it lead me to you. I had no idea if it was an object or a person." Tim watched as they stretched and straitened fully, shifting to face Red Robin straight on. Tim tensed, as he straightened up himself. "Now standing so close, I can tell the pull is coming from you, you directly, not something on your person. Now, I'm left with the question. 'Why?'."
Tim flinched at the sudden sound of Hex's voice. It was distorted and sounded like it was overlayed by static. He was quick to fall into a more ready stance. "So what now? You going to try capture me to figure it out?"
"No." Red Robin watched as Hex took a step back. "I know what, or rather who, the pull is coming from. Now, I need to figure out Why and How but it's clear you know nothing about it."
With that Red Robin watched as Hex flipped back and over the edge of the roof. Tim gave chase slamming into the roof top barrier and peered over the edge but there was no one there. Hex had vanished. A click from his comms had him snapping to attention. Tapping his comm once he connected to the private channel. "Red, Report."
"The unknown has left, they are apparently in Gotham because something lead them here. They were following it and, according to them, it lead them to me. They don't appear hostile, just someone searching for answers." Tim unlatched his grapple hook. "I believe it would be best to observe but do not engage in case that changes."
"Hn, can I leave this to you Red? Or should I put one of the others on this?" Tim took aim at the next roof.
"I'll be involved either way." Tim shot his grapple. "But I'll take a back seat on this one, do the paperwork and research, if they make contact again, then I'll put it on a higher priority. O.G.J.J. takes precedence."
"Don't push yourself Red. I'd rather you stepped back from anything involving the Joker." With a tug to insure it was secure, Tim stood on the ledge and swung through the Gotham night, landing on the buildings gravel top.
"I know B. But it's my case, I'll see it through." Silence fell on the comms. Aim, shoot, check and fly. Red robin soared though Gotham, watching out for any petty crimes or signs of trouble as he did a final lap of his patrol route.
"We're here, I'm here if you need help. Don't forget that Son." The Comms clicked signalling Batman had switched back to the main channel.
Tim's breath hitched as he drew in a deep breath. "I know Dad, I know."
Tim shook himself before making his way through the city and towards his bike. His thoughts on his current case and the new mystery. It would seem he'll be needing a new Pin Board.
*****
Danny narrowed their eyes as they watched the Red Bird fly away. Their Core gave a particularly hard yank as they watch him disappear behind the taller buildings. 'Just what is your connection to me Birdie.' Danny sighed as he thought of just Who the Red Bird is behind the mask. Slinking further into the shadows, Hex vanished into the night.
*****
"And just where have you been?" His tone was light but the hint of accusation was clear in Hoods voice. Jason watched as Hex slipped into his office and made themself comfortable on one of the couches, stretching out like a particularly satisfied cat. Giving the kid a once over, he gave a mental nod of satisfaction, noting they had no visible or obvious injuries. The kid sat up and began signing.
"Here and there, I got the information you wanted." Hex once again pulled a file out of nowhere and tossed it at him. Jason caught it and was quick to open it and go over the information. Remnants of the Black Mask gang had been seen gathering recently and Jason didn't feel like waiting for them to become a problem.
"What else were you up to?" Jason looked up from the file to pin Hex with a look. Though the Hood hid it. Hex sat up and pulled their legs up to sit cross-legged, staring right back at Red Hood.
"Bird watching, the red one has caught my interest, seems he has a connection to what I'm looking for." Hex sighed and slumped back into the couch. "After observing him and having a little chat... I have an idea as to what it is but not the how or the why he is connected."
"Whatever it is, it's not gonna cause trouble or put the Bird in danger." It wasn't a question, the threat was clear.
"I don't know. I hope not but with the way my life is going..." Jason observed the way Hex had hunched in on themself. The kid was good at what they do and Jason new the kid truly wanted to help more but something was haunting them, following them from wherever they came from. Jason waited for them to continue. "I have a few theories but I'm not liking any of them or the tapestry they are threading because if I'm right. Then if it weren't for my mother dumping me on my Donor My life could have gone so differently. And I would never have wished my life on another I would have died of guilt if I ever found out."
"Just let me know if you need help, or at least give a heads up if you think things will go south. I may be on the fringes but the Bats and Birds are still allies, nothing better happen ta' Red, yeah hear." Jason turned and headed for his desk, he had plans to make. As he sat down he heard a scuff and looked up. Hex was standing in front off his desk, rocking on their heels. "Ya' need something?"
"I'll be taking the next two nights off, I'll be out of town for a date" Jason felt his brow raise at that. The kid has partner? Huh, would you look at that.
"Oh? Where ya' goin' and who's the unfortunate soul?" Jason smirked at the offended huff he received from the kid.
"1st, None of you business Boss and 2nd, Black Bat." Before Hood could react, Hex had vaulted over the couch and slipped out the door. By the time Jason had gotten up and to the door, Hex was gone.
"Get back 'ere ya' Rat!" Hood yelled down the hall, even knowing it would be useless. "Damn Brat!"
*****
Cass paused in her packing when her phone started blasting 'I'm a Barbie Girl'. Tilting her head in curiosity, she set down the shirt she was folding and went to pick it up. Jason? Why's he calling so late? Sliding her finger over the screen to answer, she quickly held it up to her ear, only to yank it back as Jason's voice blasted through. She stared down at her screen until silence returned before holding it back to her ear. "Done?"
"No, but I've calmed down enough to talk." She hummed as she moved back to her bag. "Are you dating Hex?"
Cass blinked, Did Danny tell him? "Yes."
"Okay, okay. So how do you know my informant?" She could hear Jason shuffling things around and the faint clicks of mental against each other. Probably cleaning his guns.
"Met them first. became friends." She picked up the shirt and another, as she held her phone to her ear with her shoulder, and held it up to compared the two. "Followed them, learned about Hex. Went on date. Been together 3-4 weeks, more if you count hiding feelings."
"Does anyone else know?" Cass thought about it, she hadn't told anyone, neither had Danny, until now, as far as she knew. she shrugged and packed the green shirt. She noticed Danny liked seeing her in their colors.
"No." Silence fell and she went about packing the last of her things, just as she was zipping up her bag, Jason spoke up again.
"They treating ya' good?" She smiled at the very obvious and familiar tone of protectiveness in his voice.
"Yes, very good." She bit back a giggle at the resigned sigh. She fell quiet for moment before whispering. "They are good. Grew up like me, like you. They are hiding but fighting. They are strong."
She could hear Jason's breath hitch. "Okay, I won't ask. I'm happy for you Cass. You think they'll open up more and start interacting with the other Bats and Birds?"
"Yes, they are searching for something. Something will happen but we will be on their side." They were silent for another moment. "They are willing to ask, to trust but need time."
"No pushing, I got it. Bye Cass, have fun on you date!" The line went dead as Cass blushed only for it to deepen as she felt arms wrap around her and fluffy black hair tickle her neck.
"Big brother being over protective?" Cass nod, a shiver ran down her spine as Danny's lips brushed the skin off her shoulder. "You think he'll try to kill me when we get back."
"No. Make you work more." She felt their breath as they let out a groan but giggled as she felt their lips tilt up in a grin.
"It's worth it." Danny spun her around and started leading her into a dance as 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' began playing softly from her speakers. She let them twirl her around her room before pulling them onto her bed.
"Shouldn't be here." She giggled at their pout. "Brothers, dad, grandpa Alfred and Steph are here. Steph doesn't knock. Dick knocks but will get suspicious if I take too long to answer.
Danny sighed as they flopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. "Hood knows, the others will find out eventually."
"True." She flipped over so she hovered over them."Brothers will give chase if they find you here. Damien is stabby, Dick will hunt. Tim... depends on sleep level. Dad will try to lock me away and will hunt. Alfred will be disappointed."
"So they are fine with you being at my house but not me being in your room?" They raised a brow at her in amusement and she huffed before letting her full weight full onto them. "Oompf! Oi! There’s nothing to worry about. I'll just turn invisible until they leave."
Before she could reply her door was flung open and she found herself face planting her bed. "Hey Cass... What're you doing?"
Cass rolled over and sat up to see Steph in her doorway. "Resting."
"Ah-huh... I was gonna ask if you want to watch a movie and hangout. Since you're leaving tomorrow?" Cass watched as Steph looked around her room, poking at random things as she went.
"Ok, be down now." Cass made a show of picking up the things that didn't make it into her bag, Steph made a sound of agreement and left, swinging the door shut behind her. A minute passed before Danny blinked back into visibility.
"You weren't kidding when you said she doest knock." Cass thew a shirt at their face, which they promptly phased through. "OK, ok. I'll see you tomorrow."
Danny pulled her towards them and places a kiss on her forehead before drifting to the window and fading into invisibility with a wave. She shook her head, a small smile on her lips.
*****
Tim stared at the fifth board, then at the other four and groaned as he slumped into his chair. Hex was an unknown but asking around and looking up sightings he found they're working with Red Hood and showed up a few weeks after Daniel Napier. Tim stood and dragged the new board over to the others. It would seem that Hex was just another identity for one Daniel Napier.
"Just who are you? And what do you want?!" Tim ran his hands through his hair in frustration and sighed. Looks like he's going to be more involved than he thought.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dead silent#joker is Danny and Tim’s bio dad#Danny and Tim are twins au#twins au#dc x dp au#cass x danny#Lots of angst but also fluff
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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm
- epilogue
"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"
about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.
© 2023 | eleni_cherie
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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
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several years later
Tainan, Taiwan
Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.
The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.
He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.
"You finally found me."
"Who said I ever lost track of you?"
Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"
Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."
Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.
"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"
The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"
Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"
He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."
"Aw."
"No, that wasn't a compliment."
"It sounded like one though."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."
Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"
"Blake."
"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."
"And she did."
"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"
"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."
Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."
A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"
He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."
Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."
"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."
He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"
"I might or might not have my sources."
The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."
"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"
Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."
"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.
"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."
"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."
"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."
"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."
Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."
"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."
"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"
"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.
He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.
"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"
"Thought you had kept track on all of us."
"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."
Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."
"You mean Cassandra?"
"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"
"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."
Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."
"So the two live nearby."
He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."
"And Yoongi?"
"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."
Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"
"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."
"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."
"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."
Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.
A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.
"Bella-baby, you're late!"
"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"
She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.
Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"
"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."
He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."
Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."
"And you're older than us, so it fit."
He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"
Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"
"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."
As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"
"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."
They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.
"Anyway, let's go."
Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.
She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.
She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.
And they drove off.
THE END
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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!
❗ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well!
❗the prequel "a thief's origin ✨ || bts • kth" along with one shots for jungkook and seokjin are in the works!
- check out my other bts stories, too: here
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This isn’t really an ask, more of a reader/fan word-vomit (fair warning!). I wanted to tell you how much I love your writing and I’m devouring everything!
Your strange and unusual AUs are right up my alley. At times I don’t have the foggiest what’s going on, but I’m invested and immersed and enjoying the rides (which is how I approached Twin Peaks, so, appropriate). I’m loving Stop The World & Melt With You - the whole pineapple bit had me in hysterics and gave me serious Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy vibes (meant as a huge compliment). And Death Becomes Us has destroyed my long-standing ambivalence towards vampire stories (I OD-ed in my youth) and I’m completely invested. Plus I loooooove how Bob is back, it’s made me realise how little I’ve seen of him in fics and I don’t know why that is. And Eric Draven is my vampire bartender. And my Lorelei is gonna be either Freddie Lounds from Hannibal or Gina Davis in Cutthroat Island, hope that’s OK 😆
Gargoyle Eddie and Dark Siren Eddie are doing things to me that I didn’t realise were possible, so thanks (?) for that.
Plus, everything about I’m On Fire is just 👌👌❤️❤️🔥🔥. I adore how lots of the subcharacters their own nemeses/subplots, I’ve not seen that before, and I need to know what happens. Plus ‘Walk’ was a genius music choice. And the smut is divine, but, frankly, all of yours is.
And just because I’m on tenterhooks and it’s a sort-of an ask, which somehow makes this entire message halfway-legit, is there any news on when any of your series’ next parts might appear, and/or which one it might be? I’m in no rush for IOF of course I am, we all are, dear god we’re all feral but am absolutely not pushing, because in the meantime I can always keep myself busy rereading that ‘office administration scene’, and watching Season 3 of The Witcher for thigh inspiration… ☺️
Anyway, that’s all I really wanted to say, because if I add any more it’ll get embarrassingly gushy. If it isn’t already. It already is, isn’t it? shit 😬
Okay, bye 👋
*bows out ungracefully backwards, leaving this on the floor as a somewhat pathetic and inadequate offering*
CATT let me tell you about my verbal affirmation love language and my praise kink 🥹 I hope you don't mind having a stalker because flattery will get you anything from me. Honestly, I've read this 8 times and it made my whole WEEK (not even kidding). I'm keeping this for days when I think everything I do is hot garbage.
Because you asked, LET ME TELL YOU what is next on my nonexistent agenda: Part 6 of Death Becomes Us, another installment of the Nightmare Factory (I'm thinking maybe Haunted House Eddie?), and I want to get the next chapter of I'm on Fire out because we are so close to the "end" and there's so much going on, it's going to keep me up at night to not have a resolution. It will also be time to celebrate when I finish IOF because it was the first fanfic series I ever posted here😭
Oh Eric Draven is such a good choice for a vampire bartender at Sacrament! And I can't believe you mentioned Gina Davis from Cutthroat Island omggggg core memory unlocked.
I'm even more in love with you because you read my little Twilight Zone au 🥹 But again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to reach out. Encouragement and messages like this inspire me to keep going, and you just filled up my tank 🥹
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TTPD LIVE REACTION
1. Fortnight
I AM SO SAD
THIS HURTS
POST MALONE YAYAYAYAY
bro fucking cheated
WTF HAPPENED IN FLORIDA
2. TTPD
oh my god he fucking cheated
is he insane
genuinely
NO-FUCKING-BODY LMAO
CHARLIE PUTH AWW
this is so awful
i’m drowning
YOU TOLD LUCY WHAT????
SHE TOLD JACK WHAT?!!!!!????
he would not marry her i hate him
who else decodes you is insane
3. my boy only breaks his favorite toy
oh?? this is hot??
ok lana del rey relax
OH MY LORD
PUT ME BACK ON MY SHELF???
SAND CASTLES
THIS IS SO PRETYY WHAT
HE SAW FOREVER SO HE SMASHED UP.
HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
not ken
HE TOLD ME IM BETTER OFF BUT IM NOT. OUCH OUCH
4. down bad
ooooooo pretty
cosmic love ok
I MIGHT JUST DIE IT WOULD MAKE DO DIFFERENCE
HEAVEN STRUCK
HOW DARE YOU THINK ITS ROMANTIC
FUCK YOU IF I CANT HAVE US OH MY GOD
jesus he’s gone
5. so long, london
already brutal bc it’s a track five
rip london boy
oh this is COOL
OH MY GOD HER VOICE
oh the tragedy
YOULL FIND SOMEONE
GAVE YOU ALL THAT YOUTH FOR FREE.
ILL FIND SOMEONE.
quiet resentment
not sure if he wants to be THERE
YOU SWORE YOU LOVED ME, WHERE WERE THE CLUES?
I DIED ON THE ALTER WAITING FOR THE PROOF. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
cause i loved this place for so long, london.
that was insane holy fuck
6. but daddy, i love him
wait
is this about
no way??
is this
i feel like im wrong
ok update i was wrong
oh my god this is ouch
BEDROOM EYES LIKE A REMEDY
this is strangely fearless coded?
like mature fearless
this feels like love story got punched in the face?
BITCHING AND MOANING YES
VIPERS DRESSED IN EMPATHS CLOTHING!!!!!!
this is so pretty wow
but brings lovers,,, closer
okay wait i might have been right earlier omg
TRAVIS?
WILD BOY
i’m having is baby is HILARIOUS i love her
i think that was the transition of joe to travis and i’m obsessed
7. fresh out the slammer
ok wild west
pretty baby
another summer, taking cover
he was with her in dreams OK JOLENE
for just one glimpse of his smile
swirled you into all of my poems omg
AMERICAN DREAMS
IMAGINARY RINGS
i did my time
wow.
jack is KILLING IT HOLY HELL
8. Florida!!!
im already scared from track 1
weed or little babies is crazy
is one hell of a drug
hey florence
CHEATING HUSBAND DISAPPEARED
NO ONE ASKS QUESTIONS HERE
is that a bad thing to say in a song? OH MY GOD
ok DRUMS
they have a fun mix woah
ok we like florida cool ok
ok
cool cool cool
ok
shitstorm in texas
that’s so cool omg
9. guilty as sin?
ok hey drums
i have a love song inkling?
oh this is so pretty
mine on my upper thigh omfg
ok this is gorgeous
romantic asf
hey bible
i keep recalling things we never DID
ouch
downtown lights 😭
10. who’s afraid of little old me?
why is bro killing her geez
ok SPOOKY
what scandal
i’m so invested
we could all laugh until i cry
real
oh you SHOULD BE BITCH
ASLYUM
DRUNK ON MY OWN TEARS
oh this is CAMP
ok blank space
her VOICE god
that did not feel like 5 minutes wow
wow.
11. i can fix him
i’m so scared omfg
hello FOLK
this is so pretty wow
ok we are talking’ TEXAS
this shit is SOUTHERN
he just hadn’t met me yet
my man
wow
her VOICE
oh this is HOT
hey jack missed you
WOAH? MAYBE I CANT?
oh my god that was so
wow
12. loml
i. am. scared.
the time i was away??????? rep????
i felt i was better safe than STARRY EYED. OUCH
ONE KISS TO GETTING MARRIED
THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE
A MILLION TIMES
you took me to hell too
cinephile
black and white
YOU SHIT TALKED ME UNDER THE TABLE
BRAIDS OF LIES
ILL BE NEVER LEAVE NEVER MIND
LOSS OF MY LIFE.
JESUS.
ARRON GOD DAMN YOU
13. I can do it with a broken heart
hey pool
ok mastermind
oh my god tour
this hurts
geez
BITCH SMILE
HE SAID HED LOVE ME ALL HIS LIFE
CROWD WAS CHANTING MORE
IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY
IM OBSESSED WITH HIM BUT HE AVOIDS ME
SHE IS SO PRODUCTIVE
i love the voices in the background so much omg
i’m glad she’s proud of herself
CAUSE IM MISERABLE!
AND NOBODY EVEN KNOWS!
ok that was awesome
i laughed out loud
14. the smallest man who ever lived
i’m scared
again
oh god
Jehovah’s witness suit lmao
ha they ghosted him
oh damn.
RUSTING MY SPARKLING SUMMER
OH DAMN
the breath christ
NOT THE PUSH PENS
showed her off barely
this hurts actually
i’m scared for the bridge
oh hello bridge
WOW
A GUN UNDERNEATH OUR BED
WOW
WILL THIS ALL BE DECLASSIFIED
WOW
YOU CRASHED MY PARTY AND YOUR RENTAL CAR
NORMAL GIRLS ARE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING
holy
actual
frick
wow
wow
wow
15. the alchemy
hey beat ok
touch down ha
ok comeback song
THESE BLOKES WARM THE BENCHES
THATS HILARIOUS
AW
hey LOVE SONG
she had her american revolution song
16. clara bow
i’m scared pt. 3927237
ok guitar
aww cute
hey taylor! pls don’t die, thanks!
DAZZLING
STEVIE NICKS
oh wow
this is stunning
demanding ‘more’
it’s hell on earth to be HEAVENLY
WOW
HEY TAYLOR SWIFT
you’ve got edge she never did
is crazy
ok that’s all bye (until 2 maybe?)
EDIT:
OKAY MAJOR UPDATE SHES INSANE
15 MORE
17. the black dog
oh my god
his location
it’s A BAR
i just don’t understand how you don’t miss me
she’s too young to know this song
do you hate me
was it hazing
six weeks of breathing clean air i miss the SMOKE
wow
wow
wow
18. imgonnagetyouback
ok skirt
you knew the price going in ohmygod
get him back olivia rodrigo??
this is so pretty
oh god the BRIDGE
ERAS FADING INTO GREY
19. The Albatross
ok hey FOLK
CROSS YOUR THOUGHTLESS HEART
oh my god this is GORGEOUS
this is so evermore???
idek
her voice wow
19. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
this opens quick wow
just say “i loved you the way that you were” christ
jesus
this is so beautiful wow
THE GLINT IN MY EYE TRACED THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SIGH
WOW
SCARLET MAROON
this is wow
will i always wonder
20. how did it end
we herby conduct this post mortem!!!
southern accent maybe a little??
this is so pretty wow
oh my god OW
DIDNT YOU HEAR THEY CALLED IT ALL OFF
THE BRIDGE OUCH
d-y-i-n-g OK JUST STAB ME TAYLOR
wow wow wow
21. so high school
CUTE???
SMOKING YOUR JOKES ALL NIGHT
this is so 90s???!???!??!
YOU KNOW HOW TO BALL, I KNOW ARISTOTLE!!;!,!,!,$;$;
TOUCH ME WHILE YOUR BROS PLAY GRAND THEFT AUTO?,?,!:!,,$,’
ok this is so cranberries
AMERICAN PIE IS SO CUTE
WOW
this is like making me giddy
ok AWWW
22. i hate it here
QUICK QUICK
AHHH
i’m there most of the year cause i HATE IT HERE
the 1830s w/o the racists and bids real
electriciTEE
obsessed
23. thanK you aMIee
okay here we go
i’m fearing for kim’s life
hometown
OH
hey bully
fucK you aMIee is so funny
kim is shaking
this is kinda country
taylor is so sweet
DAMN ANDREA
that there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you
wow
beat my spirit black and blue
wow
LMAO
AND SO I CHANGE YOUR NAME AND ANY REAL DEFINING CLUES
HA
NORTH LMAO
okay she’s bat shit crazy for that
24. i look in peoples windows
pretty
hey jack!! (found him)
down down down down
im addicted to the “if only”
GOD
one more time
25. the prophecy
oh, but it’s gone again
I GOT CURSED LIKE EVE GOT BITTEN
ok we are in our religious parallel era wow
god WOW
still dream of him
howl like a wolf at the moon
coven around a sorcerers table
NO SIGN OF SOULMATES
GREIGE
sweet lord
26. cassandra
wow wow
i have nothing else to say
just
WOW
do you believe me now?
THE CHRISTIAN CHORUS LINE
not a single word was heard
27. peter
is it something i did?
god
promises oceans deep, but never to keep
this is beautifully tragic
you said you were gonna grow up
28. the bolter
oh my god.
town car speeding!
slam of a door, then he’ll call her a WHORE!!!!
ouch
this is so different
there’s escape in escaping
then came out alive
29. robin
you have no idEA
this is so bittersweet
wilder and lighter. for you.
30. the manuscript
hey piano
i’d give you my heart if you needed it
but soon it was over
and couldn’t sleep unless it was in her mothers bed
wow
ouch
all that’s left is the manuscript
ok i’m done that’s a perfect album
#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#ttpd#the tortured poets department the anthology#double album#taylor’s version
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gather round, children, and let auntie zjo tell you a story about how to get shit fixed in a relative hurry when you need a hand.
on new year’s morning, about 9 am, mr. zjo and i hear a sudden series of strange and loud thumps that sounded like a bunch of boxes falling on our porch. “the fuck,” we said, and went out to investigate. turns out the gutter on one side of our house had gotten too full of water and assorted debris, had detached from the side of the house, and was now hanging, half still attached, half drooping down into the bushes, and banging against the side of the house in the wind.
“well, shit,” was the general consensus. it’s 9 am on a sunday which is also a holiday, so like, fuckin’ no one was open. also, we were expecting a Real Big Storm in the coming days, so this needed dealt with asap.
so, off to google and yelp it was. we live in a bit of a service desert - professional handy-types like to service north of us (rich people), south of us (also rich people), and the city (rich people, and also high density for a small service area), but they doooon’t super love serving our city, so it’s always a bit of a challenge running down someone who will drive out. but- i called probably 10 likely suspects. of those 10, 5 had working voicemails, so i left messages.
tip 1: always leave a message - even if they don’t call you back, when you follow up, they will already have you in their brain as Someone Who Needs Us. make sure to be very friendly, very polite, and leave as much info as you can. to wit, “hi, my name is ___, it’s 9 am on new year’s day, and i’m looking for someone to fix a gutter which has just fallen off my house! *laughter* i’m sure you all are closed today, since it’s a holiday, and i hope you’re enjoying it! but- if you could give me a call as soon as you get this at (number), i would REALLY appreciate it, thanks so much!”
miracle of miracles, the next morning, jeff at General Services called me. “hey,” he said, “i got your message about a gutter that fell off? have you gotten that fixed yet?” no, jeff, i very much have not. thank you for calling me back! “oh sure, you know, we’re pretty backed up, but you sounded a little urgent.” yes, yes i did, jeff. “but the thing is, we don’t do much other than clean gutters. we don’t have a gutter making machine, so, um, did you need your gutters cleaned?”
tip 2: don’t give up! at this point i could have just said, oh, that sucks, guess you can’t fix my thing, bye. but - people know people, and they usually want to help, you just have to show that you’re invested in getting whatever help you can get, and coach them into telling you how you can get that.
so: oh, jeff, i DO need my gutters cleaned! (i do, definitely, this was not a ploy, lol). that would be amazing, i’d love to get on your schedule for that. (jeff adds me to his schedule for gutter cleaning.) buuuut see the problem right now is that i still have half a gutter hanging from my house, and we’re having a big windstorm. it is, genuinely a hazard. there’s a big piece i’m worried is going to blow off and skewer some poor pedestrian, i just want to be a responsible homeowner and get this taken care of, dooooo you know annnnyyyone who miiiight be able to help me in a hurry? i’m reallllyy concerned. at this point i have shown jeff i’m friendly; i’ve shown him i really appreciate him (and i’m willing to book his services, which i do need), and i do really need help - i’m not just wasting his time, or being over-reactive to a minor problem. “ok,” says jeff, “give me your address, and i’ll drive by and take a look, and see if it’s something we can do. really we just clean gutters, though, so no promises.” thank you jeff, you are my hero.
tip 3: persistence.
jeff, bless him, did not drive by. nor did he call me later that day, or the next morning. so, i called him! hey jeff, my bro, my buddy, my best friend. it’s zjo. we talked yesterday? yeah. yeah, my gutter’s still hanging. yeah, it’s still a hazard. i know you’re SO busy, it’s the holidays, it’s just this storm is coming. what if i send you a pic? then you don’t have to drive over. “ok,” says jeff, “send me a pic. here’s my personal number.” aha! we have progressed. i send jeff a pic. “oh,” says jeff, “yeah, you need a whole new gutter. we don’t do that.” cool bro, i completely understand, but - doooooo you know annnnnyyyyonnee who can heeellp meee plz plz plz.
tip 4: there are secret off-the-books networks of people who do things. generally, there are jobs you want an official company with licensing and contracts to do (construction, electrical stuff, etc) and then there are things that you can get done cheaper and faster if you’re willing to be a little more open. but - they need to know you’re chill before they’ll let you in on this.
“well,” says jeff, “i do know this guy, Jose.” there’s a pause. he’s waiting to see if i’m racist. jeff, my man, jose sounds like a wonderful human, i would be delighted for jose to fix my gutter. “ok,” says jeff, “i can send him the picture and your number if you want, but he wouldn’t be able to do it till after 3, when he’s done with his shift at (other local company). but he has his own gutter extruder, and would do it on his own.” another pause - jeff is waiting to see if i care that this is being done off the books. boy oh boy do i not give two shits. jeff, please send Jose the pic of my completely fucked up gutter, i would be thrilled for him to be in touch with me. “ok,” says jeff, “i’ll send it, and then he’ll call you.”
tip 5: be flexible, as much as you can
so i talk to jose. jose will drive by after three and look, and see what he can do. cool. i go out to run some errands. and then at 1:30, jose texts me - he’s off work early, and can drive by now. shit - i am more than a half hour away. well, the damage is all outside, there’s a gate, but it’s unlocked, and i don’t have outdoor pets - there’s no reason i actually need to be there. so i tell him go ahead, i’m not home, but text me or call if he has any questions.
tip 3 redux: persistence (with a side of follow-up)
i do not hear from jose. i finally text him at like 7 pm to be like, hey, bro, did you drive by and get a look at it? “yes”. lol ok well, at least he’s seen it. but by the next morning (now the 4th, my gutter fell on the 1st, and the storm is predicted to hit that evening), i still have no further info. so i text jose again. hey buddy, just wanted to see if you had a time frame for when you might to be able to fix my guttter? “yes,” says jose, “you have an unusual gutter, and i have to get some parts, so not till next friday. also, it will cost $___” well, fuck. ok, but - (if i don’t even question you on the quoted price) can you please come by today and take down the old bit, please please please, i am truly afraid that the dangling piece is going to fall off and cause real damage to someone/something.
…no response. well, at least we do have a date for getting it replaced, i guess. so, i decide we better do the best we can, and do some semi-ill-advised climbing on the damp side of my house to lash the gutter and the hanging bit-of-gutter to the house as best i can, so they are neither banging against my house nor at risk of detaching and impaling a neighbor, and then go back to watching the game. but then, lo, behold - the doorbell rings at 3:30! it’s jose! and his buddy! and they are going to take down my gutter!! jose, you are my favorite person, thank you SO MUCH, please, tell me how to pay you.
and this is the saga of how, literally 15 minutes before it started fucking pouring buckets, i finally got my very broken gutter pulled down from my house, along with an appointment to get a new one added and to get the rest of the existing ones cleaned. also - now i have both jeff and jose in my phone, and you better believe the next time i need a House Thing, i will ask them first whether they want to handle it or know anyone who does. but truly, the moral of the story here is that the keys to any service-needed interaction are patience, persistence, friendliness, and willingness to scratch their proverbial back in order for them to scratch yours. 10/10 would work with jeff and jose again. (also, literally none of the other places ever called me back, so phew)
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Slightly longish update so I'll start adding cuts for convenience; I really enjoy documenting my experiences in a way I feel appropiate, and if that means longer posts, so be it!
So I really don't have as much space and time anymore to freely and comfortably engage in hypno audios and conditioning, so I stick to mostly rubbing every now and then to calm the urge and carry on with my day.
But tonight I decided to play games, and I did for some minutes until.... I really missed my audios so I decided:
I'm not that invested in the game, so why not play a few audios while playing to at least add some fun and arousal to it? And that I did.
And God it felt nice. Now playing the game just became secondary as I focused in dropping and letting the words enter my mind... to the point I had to put the game down. I wanted hypno to get me completely so I just focused in that...
Now, while I like obedience play, I usually do not follow any commands that require much of me. Like leaving comments, I just don't. Yet after being commanded to repeat a mantra for many minutes (which deliciously melted me), and then being commanded with writing a comment, I wrote the comment. I was thinking "Not gonna do that, nah" and yet I started writing it anyway, wondering why, while the arousal hit me and the feeling that this was natural invaded me. It was normal, writing the comment was natural to do, it felt good and right. And If I was told to do it again, I obviously would.
And it's a strange experience. I didn't feel a special way, of course I just woke up from a nice drop and I was feeling nice, but nothing special. it just felt normal to obey. Even as I thought I wouldn't do it. I was doing it. Why wouldn't I?
And all I could think about was, the bliss, the satisfaction that I am going down and it's being more effective. Even after a few weeks without audios, I thought I would be out of the habit. But it felt so nice and easy and strong enough.
Repeating that mantra was <3
Hearing the words and feeling my brain go foggy was <3
Listening and submitting to someone was <3
And I wanna do it more, and go deeper, I wanna feel nicer, and see what other commands will arouse me to obey <3<3<3
I thought that after that, my mood was soon gonna be gone, so I switched to my usual clicker audio, not expecting much, but I missed listening to it, and It would be nice to end the session.
And boy it was.
While at the beginning it was just ok, not doing much for me, I put a bit of effort. After all, I spent the last few hours responding well to orders and dropping fairly easy. Even if this audio didnt do much for me usually, it should be more easy to follow along, right? I was right.
After starting a bit of resistance play, not only did the clicks shut my brain up and slowly drop me, they were also sending pleasure to my groin and shutting down any thoughts even faster. It was so hot and exciting, to hear the click, get that horny feeling down there, and feel my brain ridden with bliss. Something was building and I was slowly losing my mind but managed to calm down and just enjoy it moderately (unfortunately I am really not in a place where I could have had a HFO, if that'd what was about to come 🥲).
It all eventually subdued, and while I still tried to enjoy the bliss of dropping, I couldn't, I was absolutely done for good. And also absolutely wet.
I still feel disappointed I couldn't keep going, I didn't get to properly cum so I'm still in a horny mindset and I wanna keep going and dropping 🤤 This took a while to write so maybe my brain and body are ready to drop again for a bit more though, even just rereading my own post feels hooot <3
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liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 8/3/22
i wasnt going to do this, i was just gonna casually sit back and watch but then the undisputed elite promo started and i decided to get invested today
best friends trenchcoat bit good. just as janky as it went in pwg lmao. i love them
when chuck came out to save orange-- he has a sleeveless tiedye shirt?? GUNS OUT??? love lookin at your arms king keep up the good work HELL yea (insert further wolf barking and catcalls here)
ricky starks video bit-- i wonder how powerhouse hobbs is going to justify his turn
oh its adam cole? we doing this now? ok. i thought i'd see hobbs
are these dang dudes finally going to arrive at the firework factory
lots of talking. ive been waiting for this whole thing to blow up in adam cole's face forever (in true heel fashion)
hmm... they wouldnt have kenny omega come back yet right...
wowww youre just going to force them not to fight? lmao?? who made you the boss
WHOAAAAA he finally did it!!! he played his hand!!!
who is going to save them <:(
THE POP FOR HANGMAN!!!!!!!
ohhhhhhhhh the pickup...
oh its christian cage...
lmao you can hear the crowd laughing
"HE BROUGHT UP MY PERSONAL LIFE I WOULD NEVER DO THAT" ok LMFAO christian cage is so fucking funny
HOLY SHIT THAT CAR WAS MOVING FAST
hello??? britt baker team vs thunderstorm!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
wasnt expecting this
ooooohhhhh new outfit jamie hayter?? fancy
rebel reminds me of xena warrior princess... maybe its the hair
holy shit that thunder rosa kick from outta nowhere looked like it hurt
whoa!!! hayter and baker won with the pin on toni storm
sammy tay marriage? ok i guess. cringe
EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
eddie is the realest. ultimate face. i agree with everything he is saying SO TRUE BOO THIS WEDDING
eddie may have lost the cagematch (i didnt like that result) but he does get on all the ppvs
TEAM TAZ IS OVER.... GOLLY...
lmao makes sense tho. poor taz. he is just like literally if idk whats going on in my own team then i just WONT HAVE ONE. TEAM OVER. DISBAND
powerhouse hobbs match
its starks!
he practically teleported past the camera going so fast LMAO omg
he was also obscured by smoke and fog and im blind
oh!!!!!!! miro video promo
MIRO ARE YOU GOING TO GET AN EVIL BAD GUY EYE TOO...
commercial
oh its darby allin doing a video promo against brody king
hes giving himself a tat and the buzzing is quite annoying and distracting
jim ross alert
oh! its the christian cage match. who is he fighting again
oh!!!!!!!!! matt hardy!!!!!
matt hardy and his penance mullet
im distracted thinking about all the laundry i have to do. but i am appreciating this match between two ogs
table! table! table! table!
ohhhh!! dodged
and a win by christian cage
strangely normal win for evil badguy cage
wait i spoke too soon hes breaking out the steel chairs
huh!
LUCHASAURUS....... BY HIMSELF????
I FEAR...
oh!!!!!!!!!! distraction fakeout for jungleboy!
LMAO HIS SHIRT? IN LIKE DEFAULT ARIAL? LOWERCASE IMPACT FONT???
Christian is a pussy.
hey its daniel garcia doing a backstage promo
kip sabian return?? shall he come back and fight pac???
ethan page is wearing an excellent shirt today. he is so fashionable
ethan page bitching and moaning in the ring promo
stokely!!!! stokely TAKE ETHAN PAGE AWAY FROM DAN LAMBERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES!!!!!!!!!! YESSSS ETHAN PAGE LEAVE THE AMERICAN TOP TEAM PLEASE
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh boy! and now its 2point0 backstage promo time!!! hell yes
DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT GETS DADDY MAGIC'S NIPPLES HARD
ok i love anna jay's insatiable need to choke someone out. she needs her fix
stu grayson isnt around anymore so now she is just choking out whoever whenever
oh its the acclaimed vs gunn club dumpster match now!!
LMAO NICE
off to a great start with the trash cans
oh and we get a rap too?
max caster is spicy today
wow in the dumpster already that was fast
is austin gunn wearing a croptop and overalls
is someone gonna pop out of the dumpster on the ramp...
maybe not. but itd be a good hiding spot
oh on top of the tunnel? buddy....
caster!!
OFF THE TUNNEL ONTO A TABLE... GOLLY
omg ziptied. theyre locked in now lol
wait are they gonna just roll the dumpster out now. kidnapping?
OH...
WHOA JEEZ
matches were announced! waow
its wheeler yuta vs jericho time! who will win!?
i honestly dont know. i'd want yuta to win but i think jericho would end up winning regardless... through bluster or shenanigans
EJECTED
lmao the crowd pulling off the whole goodbye song??? nice
there is wrestling occuring. and also slap fights
i love that yuta's thing is his insane german suplexes. its always cool and charming to have a Signature Favorite Move
oh no! walls of jericho!!!! THE YUTA CHANTS FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!
yuta DOUBLE TOPE????
TRIPLE??? YUTA CONTAIN YOURSELF
oh no!!!!!!!!! yuta codebreakered!
KICK OUT...
wait i looked at the clock and spoilered myself. i can rest easy for a few more minutes
the bat! THE DISTRACTION!! NOT HIS DICK AND BALLS
SEATBELT AGAIN?????
nooooo!!! submission held!!!! yuta tapped....
killing him!!!
moxley to da rescue
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Bored, 19 (ish), and Weird: sort of nsfw..?
I hear screaming outside my door, not the murdery kind, that’s not this kind of book, or rather, journal. It’s a Friday night, and it seems like the rest of the world is having fun. Boys over at 1am, Drake playing from an RA’s room. It really does seem like every person on this floor is having fun. Except me.
Yes I know I’m being something of a sourpuss, spending my days complaining, or sleeping, or…well really nothing else. It’s a Friday night and what do I have to show for it? Well let’s look, I fished some strange cucumbers out of my fridge, I had put them at the wrong setting and when they defrosted they had become liquified insides and a still hard outside. It was like touching an alien’s penis, ok that wasn’t appropriate. Well my next activity of partying was just as grim, and embarrassing to share. After I threw away my strange squishy cucumber I was bored, and the first thing any human on this earth does when they are bored is masturbate.
It’s a go-to but also so depressing, most of the time I don’t even finish, its fun for a few moments, using my abused $15 bullet from Amazon but eventually it just gets sad. I start to see myself as the fruit fly living in my plants which has refused to die, lonely, slightly chubby, almost nineteen year old zapping herself for stimuli. That always takes me out of it.
Next thing you know you’re drinking Trader Joe’s tea from a mug you stole from your roommate googling “Am I depressed? NO WebMD”. You get caught up in the semantics of it, “If I even have to ask I must be depressed” “No, a really depressed person doesn’t need an online quiz from 2013 to affirm them, you must be faking!!”
I spend my time so wastefully I look up from my computer to see the sun has fallen, I get…sad. I wasn’t going to leave my room anyway, go outside and do what? Hang out with what friends? Go and get what food? Even though I was never going to leave my little cave I still feel sad knowing I can’t leave, at least not at the “raping hour”.
So what’s the purpose of all this? What’s it mean to be a college freshman with no friends, no money, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend. Well it means you invest in vibrators and one dollar ramen I’ll tell you that, but other than that? I have no idea.
Freud told me that no-one who is happy ever daydreams, only the man with a unsatisfied life. I’d love to tell Freud beyond the grave how wrong he is but he truly isn't, at least not here. In fact I can’t wait for when I’m able to leave my classes and daydream. Mostly about romance and you know what but everything, from being a princess (yes I never grew out of those ones) to flying a plane, to being a celebrity, to writing the eulogy of an unknown family member. It’s honestly the best part of my day when I no longer have to pretend to live this life, I can do whatever I want, only of course in the confines of my brain.
That’s the worst part, being a brain, or a brain with a person attached. I am envois of every creature or insect I pass, I think “It has no idea how good a life it’s living”. I know it’s hard to hear from a white teenage girl in the middle of the midwest talk about the struggles of life and I don’t mean to mope but I truly think the bug has it better.
The bug has no needs it cannot meet, it wants food it gets food, it wants children it mates, none of this friends with benefits shit with bugs. Its life while yes full or fear and short lived will always be infinitely happier than the humans who step on it. It doesn’t have to every worry about matching socks or how their major and insect university will never make them any money. They struggle but are happy.
When I get in these moods I try to reinvigorate myself by a good stalking of social media, stalking every girl I hate, every guy I’ve had sex with, sometimes a person is both of these things…Its a little pathetic to announce, imaging me, a spinster turned old hag looking through frenemies daily lives, chuckling a little to see they failed a test, gained weight, or got back with their ugly ex. For a moment I feel better, than my own patheticness seeps back in. Not only am I an old hag sitting along in my dark cold room on a Friday night but I can’t even doing it in peace.
Now I’ve exhausted every method of fighting off boredom and loneliness, everything returns here, back to nothing. Hey maybe I’ll try masturbating again.
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Furries, toothpaste, McDonalds and a Revelation
My favorite moment in VR Chat.
I am a cactus boy. I am green, have red shorts, and am tall and prickly. I have a small cartoon face. It's simple: two dots and a small smile.
circlesgandan Knuckles walks in small running around fast. The voice sounds like an 8-year old kid. He can barely talk, having just learned how words work. He asks me my favorite color, and I tell him it's green. We go around like maniacs just talking to random people.
It's fun. I talk to two British people about Dark Souls, investing, passive income, and Dead Space. Some guys are beatboxing in the other part of the room. Some people draw phallic symbols everywhere in the air.
Ugandan Knuckles lets me know that toothpaste tastes good since he just ate some. We get bored and he tells me, "Hey, let's go to another world. It will be fun."
We jump into a portal and I don't know what's going to happen.
Hey woah, it's McDonalds in the VR world. Golden arches, cash registers, people in the back frying fries.
Then I couldn't find him for another 30 minutes.
I try to figure out how to play. I go to the fryer. Nothing works, so I stand at the register. The line of people is no longer a line and everyone is yelling orders at me. Someone wants to see my manager. People are jumping over the counter and running all over the place. It's getting to be too much and I go to the bathroom and my buddy is there.
I ask Ugandan KNuckes what the game was and how to play it, and he replies.
That is the game in the nicest kid's voice I hear.
My mind was blown. This is real life. This is happening all at once. I'm the kid. He's me at different points in life. like Sponge Bob and Squidward.
I told him wow, this was pretty eye opening and he was just happy and nothing bothered him. Even regular bad fast food didn't bother him. It was a game.
We then met this cool guy who also liked chicken nuggets and was a genuinely nice customer, so all three of us went back to the bar to chat and hang out.
Later, at one point, he says, "Hey, this is pretty boring. Would you like to go to another world?"
Sure, so me and the toothpaste eating kid say let's go hang out with this cool guy and jump into the portal.
The world loads and there are two strange people in front of us. I started to go left and right and I was very disoriented and confused. These weren't two other people, my avatar changed.
This is a mirror I am no longer a cactus boy, and the person next to me is not Ugandan knuckles.
The guy from the bar is a furry creator with the most insane anime jiggle physics I've seen. I am jumping and walking, and it is comically huge in my figure and proportions.
The Mirror: Please Donate Money, I Am Poor and Make Content and a Link to His Patreon
The tooth paste kid is SCREAMING, madly confused and even crying. I could not stop laughing at how scared and confused he was.
We both disconnected since I didnt know how to leave the world. When I log back in, I join my Ugandan knuckle friend at the bar server.
We talked about what happened, and he was genuinely confused. I tried to explain as best I could what happened and comfort the kid.
I hear grunting and screaming and what sounds like someone being hit.
The avatar stops moving, and I wait a bit, and it disconnects. I never hear from this kid again.
I am genuinely worried about what happened to the kid.
Was this a prank on me? Am I being cyber stalked to make funny clips? That was a very weird day, and I truly hope this kid is OK. If you're the kid reading this, you were a really cool friend, and I hope you're doing OK.
#vrchat#toothpaste#ugandan knuckles#revelation#furries#furry#mcdonalds#fast food workers#epiphany#cactus boy#vrchat story#vrchatstories
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History 101
Some highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (The Crooked World).
I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.
I really like the ideas in this book, and any kind of summary I could make of it would sound incredibly creative and exciting. Except it took me eight months to read it. I’m still not entirely sure why. The regulars were either a bit muted (Eight) or pretty good (Fitz and Anji), but the plot dragged a bit in the middle, and the ending is kind of underwhelming, even if it’s okay.
Maybe the book is too dry for my taste? 6/10
Oh, so this book features Miles' self-insert character uh I mean Sabbath
Well that’s just rude
There’s so much to unpack here
Loving the description
Ohhhhh they are in Paris!
But also in 1937! Please leave soon! You’re welcome!
Yeaaaah admittedly you didn't pick the best era to relax
And now for something completely different
Yeah this is all very something
That's what a good musical cover is
Are Absolutes just as deluded as Time Lords about non-interference or-
How boring of you
Eternal reminder that I love Fitz
Now you see me now you don’t
So you're visiting all the least interesting things in Paris got it
Are you gonna kill the guy like Griffin from Unnatural History probably would
Are
Are you an equivalent of Griffin but with the concept of subjective experience
Eight, accidental art collector
Glad this is finally addressed
Also:
sdfghjhgfFGHJKLKJ
[disappointed Fitz noises]
I shouldn’t laugh
Meanwhile this poor guy is being uploaded by the Absolute
RIP him I guess but I love the imagery
Stop it
Shit. You know... I hadn't even considered the fact that Fitz was technically already alive in 1937
BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD IDEA
Anji is concerned Eight is going to forget Fitz again
Don’t we all
Damn right
Meanwhile the Absolute is looking at humans like humans look at deep sea fish exploding when pulled out of the water
Hang on is this going to be another 'I love Anji' book
Are you running a program to debug space & time now
I like the 'history is subjective' angle of this book but it's starting to drag a bit
Has Fitz found a friend?
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UNPROVOKED ATTACK
Everything turned out better than expected
Real talk, none of this should be this boring
Also real talk, this shouldn't be that surprising to you, Anji
So far I'm only invested in the tension between Fitz and that Sasha guy
HAHAHA is he wrong though
I knew this book was being suspiciously nice to Eight so far
“UNNERVING” IS THE WORD
Well, thank you for this disturbing thought I guess
Why is this cute. Why is any of this cute
YOU ARE FRIENDS NOW I DON’T MAKE THE RULES
FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS
Jueves stop flirting with Anji please
How rude of them
We often think of historical events as big noisy things but depending on the observer they can either be terrifying or strangely mundane, really
TIME FOR SOME WAR CRIMES
You had one job, Eleana
You had one job
This is all very Fires of Pompeii
Anji fumbling with a rifle is weirdly endearing
I mean, Eleana isn't wrong, that *is* dangerous
This is getting confusing
“brothers” yeah sure
I’m not gonna lie I’m way too invested in these two idiots on a roadtrip through war-torn Spain
Why am I getting emotional
Kinda cool, but to be honest I’m still staring at the pages numbers as if I was looking at my watch
Yeah Fitz is like a bad penny
I love them your honor I don’t want them to ever be separated
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
This is giving me bad flashbacks from back when I occasionally slept outside
Why am I so emotional about this
YESSSSSSSSSS SASHA IS BACK
Meanwhile the TARDIS is still feeling sick
Yes we've known that for about 90 pages now can you please pick up the pace
I mean-
Of course I’m glad he’s back but I’ll miss his dynamic with Sasha
We know please hurry up with that plot
Why is this cute
Oh ok the dude is working for Sabbath
Still like him though
Hi what does any of that mean
Oh no
WAIT WAIT WAIT
STOP STOP HANG ON
FITZ AND JUEVES?
WAIT ARE JUEVES AND SASHA THE SAME GUY
Things are finally happening, at least
NO THEY ARE NOT
Usually I would be alarmed but I'm just happy something's happening
Hi hello what the fuck just happened
At least that was interesting?
Well here's proof I'm still not over Interference 2
For once it's Anji who's in a cell
Has
Has Fitz just admitted he slept in the Doctor's room at least one time while the guy wasn't there
Not gonna lie I feel sorry for this guy
Aw Fitz is concerned he'll never play the guitar again
Must be a Tuesday
How very Picasso of you, Absolute
Yeah they’re definitely the same guy holy shit
I wouldn't do that if I were you
Stop making me emotional for the guy who's working for Sabbath
YESSSSSSSS THEY’RE REUNITED AND HE’S GONNA GET HIM OUT OF DANGER
They tug on all my very specific heartstrings, like “falling asleep in a dumb place because you trust the other person to keep you safe” previously or “gently inspecting wounds” like here
I’m feeling emotions
Stop being cute
So it IS very Fires of Pompeii actually
WHY AM I LOW-KEY SHIPPING IT
Great nightmare fuel, thank you for that
Come on, don't make me think of better books
Now Eight is having a casual chat with Cubist Nightmare Man
A very cool visual
Again, very cool!
Of course. Where else
Interesting how the Doctor is technically perceived like a monster by this entity
But again this is kinda reminiscent of Griffin
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Okay that was incredibly weird and cool
No idea how it worked though
Hi hello yes if he really is a double agent I'm gonna murder this guy
Ok no that’s a bit cheap
Eight, historical anarchist
GOOD
It's not like the other option is much better Anji
Ok this situation is pretty fun
Fitz is getting rather genre savvy now
Anji is mostly shrugging off all this weirdness
Great, now you can make terrible plans together
Hi Sabbath, fancy seeing you here, can you please give him back his second heart
Your 'chap' was my favorite thing in this story. Get out of here
Great but. Like. Can we leave now
Wait, here’s that motif of the eye in the sky from Henrietta Street again?
Please don’t do that
Godspeed Mags L Halliday
#history 101#doctor who#eighth doctor#fitz kreiner#anji kapoor#edas#eighth doctor adventures#An EDA liveblog full of useless comments#long post
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So, I have a weird request: Mei, Jin and Yin with 28 and 50. I fell victim of my own au and now I just want these three to be friends and cause mayhem.
Ok, you both sent me these SO CLOSE TOGETHER BY CHANCE that I had to combine them. This is the most prompts I have shoved into one fill and I consider this an achievement.
You call this luck? No, this is all skill./That cute act is all just a lie./I was not expecting that to work as well as it did./Ok, who gave out my number? I have 12 missed calls, 4 voicemails, and 75 unread texts!/No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.
“Ok, who gave out my number?” Mei asked as she slammed the door to Jin and Yin’s workshop open with a harsh kick that sent it slamming into the wall, a scowl on her face. She wasn’t particularly angry, just annoyed, but they didn’t have to know that yet. “I have 12 missed calls, 4 voicemails, and 75 unread texts! I had to change my number because before I cleared the first set of notifications I had over 80 each!”
“How do you know it was us?” Jin asked defensively from his spot sitting on the nearest table, and Mei allowed her face to fall into an deadpan expression, raising just one eyebrow.”... ok, fair, it was Yin.”
“Hey!” Yin yelped as he rolled out on a skateboard from... whatever in the world it was he was working on. “Why are you calling me out like this? I thought you were my brother!”
Mei watched at the two got up from where they sat, getting in each other’s faces and arguing about “brotherly betrayal” and if she was being honest Mei almost thought that this would have been nearly enough to make up for her needing to change her number for the first time in years. Almost. It was when Jin yelled “That cute act is all just a lie!” and Yin gasped in offense that she decided she had enough amusement for the moment and whistled as loud as she could to get the twin’s attention.
“Alright gentlemen, may I ask why my phone number was leaked in the first place?” Mei asked slowly, gaze firmly centered on Yin.
“... In my defense, I didn’t post it publicly,” Yin said as he held up his hands in surrender. “I only gave it to one person and they said they were a friend of yours because I needed some tech they had and they said it was payment for the favor!”
“One person made 82 calls?” Jin asked with a look of disbelief and horror on his face. “Who has time for 82 phone calls?”
“They’re all spam bot calls and texts, it isn- Wait, go back a second,” Mei held up a hand, gesturing for Yin to speak again. “Who said they were a friend of mine?”
“A streamer guy, Bo-something?”
“BoFullStrike,” Mei said with venom lacing her words, a low growl sounding in the depths of her check. “Of course it was Bo, he’s been trying to get back at me for beating him at his best game for like 2 weeks now since our crossover stream like the sore loser that he is. He’s been trying to spam my email this entire time, apparently spam is how he gets revenge.”
“Is his name actually Bo?” Yin asked in curiosity.
“No, it’s just his screen name, but lets not get distracted!” Mei smirked, walking up to the twins and putting her arms around their necks in a half hug each. “To make up for ruining my phone, and because you like me, you two are going to help me get back at him so he will just leave me in peace.”
“Uh,” Jin and Yin looked at each other, then back at Mei and Jin continued. “Is, you know... Macaque gonna have to know about this? We’re already kind of in deep water with him as it is and-”
“No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.”
“And why am I being pulled into this?” Jin asked with a sigh.
“You two are a package deal.”
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Mei had to admit, when the demon bros had someone who knew how to make a plan for them? They were scary good at what they could do. All three of their technological knowledge combined was a terrifying force to behold, and Mei could see they weren’t too shabby with designing things they weren’t tech itself either. The three of them, both Jin and Yin in their human forms, were disguised so well that Mei almost didn’t recognize her own reflection in her wig and make up. It was perfect!
What was also perfect was the absolute chaos erupting in the internet cafe they had tracked BoFullStrike down to. He really should take internet security a little more seriously, it was far too easy...
Just as it was far too easy to remote connect to the computer he was using to practice his gaming in on an alt account and completely mess with all of his controls and download some nasty nasty viruses onto it from the other side of the building. They weren’t anything too hard for the cafe to get rid of, and it wasn’t anything that would affect the entire computer network, but it was just enough to make the cafe owner pissed off enough to kick him out (that would have made her feel bad if she didn’t know Bo also lived on his own in his own house on his parent’s dime and only came here so no one would track his ISP to alt accounts, and that there were 20 other such cafes in the city for him to move to).
Now the other streamer was angrily stomping out of the building passing by the chaos trio and would have not even been aware of their involvement had Jin and Yin not yanked him half a foot into the (admittedly brightly lit and easy to see into) alleyway beside the cafe.
“Hey, BO,” Mei said with a smirk as the twins held an arm each for extra security. Like bouncers. Or very strange bodyguards she didn’t actually need. “Still angry I beat you in front of all your followers huh?”
“You!” Bo, or whatever his actual name was Mei didn’t care enough about this to remember that, said after a moment of confusion when he recognized her voice. “You humiliated me on purpose! Just like last time!”
“This time yes, that time? No, you humiliated yourself behind the scenes when you started trying to sign me up for car insurance scams,” Mei said with a sigh. “Look, guy, just leave me alone. No one except you cares that I beat you in a few matches at a game I was already on the leader boards for.”
“You just got lucky!” He scoffed, pulling his arms and tensing with a fearful look as he realized he couldn’t move.
“You call this luck? No, this is all skill,” Mei said with a smirk as she held up her phone and Bo’s face went white as a sheet at the information scrolling on the screen. “Yeah, you should probably invest in something. Like a firewall. A VPN. Literally anything. This was not hard to find at all. Dude, I kinda feel bad that you’re so bad at tech security so I am doing you a favor, just leave me alone and I will literally give you a high tech security system and never speak to you again.”
“Or... what?” Bo said with a shake. “You’ll post all my info online?”
“Hell no!” Mei winced with a disgusted look, shaking her head. “You’re being an asshole, but I’m not evil! I was just gonna sign you up for spam too until you took my offer. Ew.”
“Oh... well... I guess... sure?” The man looked mostly confused more than anything else, shrugging as much as he could before Jin and Yin let him go. “That’s... really it?”
“Yeah, dude, I didn’t want that much revenge just a little bit. Like I said, stop signing me up for spam and I will never speak to you ever again.”
“... OK,” Bo said, and yelped as Mei tossed some kind of USB drive at him. “Uh-”
“You have everything you need in there,” Mei said with a shrug, waving him off.
Bo shrugged again, still looking incredibly confused as he ran off, muttering something like “ok maybe that was kind of badass I guess” under his breathe.
“I was not expecting that to work as well as it did,” Mei said with a laugh, holding up both hands to either side. “Good job, my dudes, you are off the hook.”
Both twin’s palms met her own in very satisfying high fives, and all three thought they should totally team up for stuff like this more often.
(The next day BoFullStrike sent her an actual email with a proper apology.)
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#cursed au#gen fic#mei#long xiaojiao#jin and yin#the chaos trio#that is what i am calling them#prompt fill
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Ok so I actually got this idea awhile ago long before someone suggested it on here. Ty finding a letter that Christopher Lightwood wrote.
Tbh I don't know if I got Christopher's voice right. I tried my best!
I listened to Five and Mind by SAL while writing this.
Cw: Mentions of ableism.
For the future,
To whomever may be reading this, I would first and foremost like to begin by mentioning that I have not the slightest idea why I am writing this letter. Perhaps I have gone mad, just like everyone always says.
I believe most importantly that I have a strong desire to maintain hope for the future. Hope for a future that can and will include people like me. Shadowhunters who are different like me. And as I reach out into the void, across the empty chasm of time, I cannot stop myself from wondering.
Wondering what your life has been like. Wondering if your childhood was as lonely and frightening and complex as mine. Wondering if you were also seen as the outcast. Strange and offputting, but brilliant.
The smart one.
Do you find yourself with the inexplicable need to pull apart every peice of this fascinating existence and examine it at greater length? To analyze and discover answers to questions you honestly did not even realize you had until that very moment? Do you think like I do?
I am very fond of science. Some might say too fond. Most shadowhunters find it unusual for a fellow shadowhunter to be so invested in what they view as mundane business. I suppose shadowhunters are meant to be fighters and not scientists, which I find utterly ridiculous. Science is the key to everything. As a matter if fact, I have proven time and again how useful it can be to be to examine a problem from all possible angles rather then continuing to believe that there is only one right way.
Nephilum are stubborn as you know, and they can also be cruel. I am sure you understand just how painful it can be to be different, especially when no one will ever let you forget it.
The people I grew up with, my family and friends for the most part mean well. My parents always encountered my interests and never scolded me for behaving in a way that others may have thought to be abnormal. My friends however, are a more complicated story. There love has always felt, strange. Lack-luster in some ways, almost superficial.
They never took an interest in my experiments or listening to me talk about them. Which I understand, some people seem to find science frightfully dull. However it always hurt, knowing that the people who claimed to be my friends did not fully accept me.
I think you'll find a lot of that in your life. People will only take a liking to certain parts of you, often requiring you to pretend to be something you're not to gain their approval. You will need to twist and remold yourself into a more appropriate shape. But if you are here, reading this letter then I beg of you, please learn from my mistakes. Do not lose yourself.
Please do not sacrifice one precious bit of that brilliant mind. It is your most treasured possession. I understand this world and this society are harsh and cruel. There are people who will want to use you for their own personal gain. They will see you as what you can do for them and not as a whole person. We are only valuable to them if we can serve them. To make revolutionary discoveries or to create brilliant masterpieces. Please remember that you belong to yourself and you do not have to please them to be great.
Yes you can change the world, but please heed my words and remember that you do not have to. You can save them from themselves, from their own stupidity and arrogance. But do they deserve it?
Finally, I wish to leave off on a more pleasant note. I want you to remember that no matter how lonley and isolated you may feel, you are never alone. We have always existed and we always will. Whatever you decide to do with this life, I want you to remember to trust yourself and trust that only you know what is right for you. No one else.
In a world that demonizes and dehumanizes those who are different, the most powerful act of defiance you can perform, is loving yourself. I can proudly say that I have finally managed to do exactly that.
I encourage you to do the same.
Sincerely,
Christopher "Kit" Lightwood.
Ty didn't realize he was crying until he saw the droplets of water hitting the page. Quickly he set the letter down beside him and quoted his eyes to avoid ruining the old parchnent any further.
He had been exploring the attic in Ciernworth while Kit looked after Mina downstairs. Ty found he could only take so much of the three year olds antics before he needed a break. Kit didn't seem offended. He understood that sometimes Ty just needed to be alone.
Which had led him to finding the letter hidden into a hole in the wall.
Ty was stunned. He was feeling a lot of things, none of which he could quite get a grip on. He knew of Christopher Lightwood of course, he was a shadowhunter legend. Did this letter mean?
Was Christopher...like him? Autistic? Was that what he had been referring to? Of course Christopher wouldn't have had the words back then.
But he still knew, Ty thought. Just like I knew.
The tears came again as he let Christopher's words sink in.
Kit, his brain supplied. He went by Kit. Just like my Kit.
By the angel that really wasn't helping. Ty picked up the letter again.
"You are never alone," he read out loud. And it felt real. It felt tangible, like Christopher was speaking to him in the room, like he was holding Ty's hand. Like Ty could just reach out.
It felt like a lifeline.
Ty let out a shakey breath that then formed into a laugh as he let the tears dry on his cheeks.
"Thank you," he whispered into the empty silence.
And Ty could only hope that the message was recieved.
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Richard wakes up in another strange place, it looked like an old apartment, he looked out the window and tried to figure where he was. Richard immediately turned to look for his phone and called Sebastian. As the other picked up he blurted out, already panicking: "Sebastian can you come pick me up, I don't even know where I am, it just looks like the outskirts of London, it's an old apartment, there's nothing too interesting on the surroundings,can you just come please?"
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“Yeah, kid, of course.” Sebastian responds, “Do me a favor and keep your phone on though, I’ll be able to find you that way.” He instructs him, a little surprised to be getting the call but he has a soft spot for Richard, what can he say? He gets up and quickly gets ready. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, just don’t run off or anything for me and try to calm down? I know you’re probably scared but it’s going to be okay. Just stay there.”
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Richard sits on the couch trying to calm down and control his breathing, he never liked being left alone. "Thank you, Sebastian. Thank you... No I'm not scared." Richard says the last words trying to assure himself more than Sebastian and can't wait til the other arrives.
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Sebastian smiles a little, knowing the other is scared but he doesn’t mention it. “Okay, be brave, I’m coming.” He assures.
True to what he said, it’s only minutes later that he was at the building, going through, trying to find just where Richard was at in it. “Rich, can you help me? I’m in the building, what’s the room number you’re in?”
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Sebastian's voice helps him to concentrate. Richard, gets out of the room and looks at the number. "It's 26." When he sees Sebastian he runs at him and hugs him. "Thank you." He'd never tell anyone, but whenever Richard wasn't Richard fragments of what the others did would bother him as nightmares and the life that Moriarty did didn't allow him any friends except for Sebastian.
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Seb goes to the room quickly, smiling as he sees the smaller man, “There you are.” He says, arms going around Richard, holding him close, “What are you doing in a place like this?” He asks, thinking he knows but leaving the question as more of an off handed comment as he keeps an arm around Richards shoulders. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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Sebastian's smile makes his heart leap and Richard feels safe in the embrace but the question makes him doubt himself. Didn't Sebastian know about him, about the others? He begins to answer with a half "I don't-" but is interrupted from the second question so he doesn't answer. "Yeah right. That sounds good."
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“I know.” He whispers to him, moving close to make sure Richard hears it. He gives his shoulder a squeeze, “Where do you want to go? Anything in mind? Do you know the last time you ate?” He asks, suddenly aware of how many questions he was asking and decides to stop, giving Richard some time to catch up with them.
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Richard thinks for a while before giving an answer, he really just wanted to go home and take a nap before someone else got over his life but he also was dying to eat something. "Can we get some takeout and then go home?" He shakes his head. "I don't... Maybe- wait what date is it today?"
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Sebastian doesn’t push, letting the other take his time to answer the questions. He nods when the answer does come, “Yeah, we can do takeaway.” He responds, “I’m not too sure.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls it out, holding it so they can both see what they date is. He’s not too sure why it would matter but Richard must have a reason for asking.
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Richard smiles and is thankful that at least someone agrees with him and is kind enough to him. When he sees at the date he just lets out a tired sigh, the last time he was awake was three days ago, and he wasn't sure of what the others did on the meanwhile, none of them seemed to like food, considering his thin frame though. He shook his head and looked up at Sebastian. "Can we go now?"
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Sebastian nods and leads Richard as they walk, arm still around him, “Okay, what are you wanting to eat kid?” He asks, looking down at him, thinking about it, he’s not even sure how old Richard is but there’s something about him that makes Sebastian feel protective, like the other is younger than him. He wonders if he should ask about that at some point.
“Go to your place or mine once we have it?” He asks, looking down at him.
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Richard takes a minute to think and answers: "Whatever you think is ok, I'm good with it and I don't know, I'm not sure what I want." Richard raises a brow at the repetition of the word and still didn't understand why Sebastian did that. He looks down, and continues walking besides him. "Yours, I don't like going there. If it doesn't bother you of course, I don't want to be any trouble."
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Sebastian nods, “Okay, I’m sure we can find something. Pastries? You like those right? I think I know where a bakery is around here.” He offers, thinking that could be a good idea, sandwiches and something with some desserts. “You’re not any trouble at all Rich.” He responds, “Never worry about anything like that. We can go to mine, of course.”
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Richard nods and smiles at the suggestion, the day starting to get somewhat better for him. It was better with Sebastian anyways. "Yeah that sounds good. And if we could find anything with chocolate it would be nice." He looks up at Sebastian surprised. "Oh, okay, thank you."
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Sebastian laughs softly, “I was already thinking about that, I’m sure they’ll have something.” He assures him, “but we’re getting sandwiches or something as well. You’re not going to just load up on chocolate.” He warns, leading him into the bakery when they reach it. “Anything you want, I’m paying.”
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Richard nods already wanting to eat something and then go directly to sleep. But staying around with Sebastian was really fun too. "Yeah sandwich and chocolate pastries sound perfect." The warning doesn't mean a lot but the way Sebastian said it made Richard go more quiet. When they get to the place and Sebastian offers Richard gets really nervous and orders something simple. He eats silently too tired too talk but still invested, answering whenever Sebastian asks about something.
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Sebastian let’s the other order before getting his own, adding a couple extra pastries for Richard more than for himself. He can tell the other is tired as they eat and doesn’t push him to talk. But does decide to ask the question that has been on his mind. “How old are you, Richie?” He asks, looking at the other.
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Richard raises a brow at Sebastian ordering more pastries but doesn't protest. At the question he feels confused, it could depend on how you measure time. He remembered being with Jim since he was a kid, that's when the nightmares began. But then the other one came too and the nightmares doubled. "I- I'm not really sure. I think I'm supposed to be 5 years younger than Jim. I think so. I don't know, I'm sorry."
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“You don’t have to apologize, Rich.” He assures him, “There’s just something about you that makes me feel protective and I thought I should ask instead of just continuing to call you kid.” He responds, honestly, giving him a smiles, “How about this, how old do you feel? Do you feel that close to Jim’s age? Or younger?” He asks, curious but not going to push if the other doesn’t have an answer.
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Richard looked down on his plateand focused on the food, he was slightly blushing, he always did that when people told him to stop apologising or when they commented in the way he spoke. In a voice that coukd barely be heard he answered: "Thank you for considering that." Richard tried to think how many years had passed since he got to know Jim. The only answer he could make up his mind for was more than twenty years. More than twenty years he'd endured Jim before the other one joined too and it became worse. "I'm-I don't know, I think I maybe am 26? I don't know how to answer that, or how to explain. I'm sorry."
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Sebastian reaches out, laying his hand on Richard’s, “I’m not asking for an explanation or anything. Just wanted to know how you feel.” He assures him. He pauses for a moment, considering what he was planning to do before deciding to go ahead and do it. He leans in, pressing an innocent kiss to Richard’s cheek, smiling a little, before going back to his sandwich.
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The hand on his makes him feel electric. "Thanks for that then." Richard looks down immediately, now going completely red, not understanding why Sebastian would do that. It's not like he'd ever done anything of the kind before so why now? He shyly smiles back before returning his attention to his own food. It wasn't the best to hide the blush but still enough.
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Sebastian can’t help but smile more at the sight of the blush. He can’t say it’s doesn’t look good on the other man, though he doesn’t comment on it, not sure how Richard would take that and certainly not sure how any of the others would. Instead, his attention goes back to his sandwich, practically devouring it.
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Richard is grateful when they finally get on their way to Sebastian's place, lying on the couch as soon as he can, without missing a beat to apologize for being so quick to do that. He starts feeling sleepy soon and asks Sebastian: "Would you, sit here with me? I'm afraid that- I usually have nightmares when sleeping. And when I'm alone it gets worse. Can you just sit close to me?" After a pause he adds: "I'm sorry, just forget about it"
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“Rich, there’s no need to worry so much, okay? It’s just me.” He assures him, moving to sit on the couch with him and moves so the others head is on his lap, his hand going to Richard’s hair, fingers in it carefully, not wanting to pull it. “Is this okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but this way I’m close enough that I can help fight off any bad guys.” He smiles down at him.
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"Ok, thanks for- just being you... I appreciate you." He is relieved when Sebastian sits close to him. The hand going through his hair caught him off guard but Richard enjoyed it, this somehow managed to make him feel more at peace with himself. He closes his eyes and allows himself to rest. "I'm not uncomfortable, thank you for doing this Sebastian." He pauses thinking for a moment before shifting to place a kiss on the other' cheek and then lying down again. "Thanks for fighting off the bad guys."
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Sebastian smiles down at him, “You’re welcome, Richie, glad you like me, I don’t really know how to be anyone else.” He admits, fingers moving through his hair. “You’re welcome for all of that stuff. You know I’ll do it anytime, really.” He says, not minding if Richard ever needs him to do this again. The kiss to his cheek only makes him smile more as he leans and presses one to his forehead, “Sleep now, Richie.”
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Richard sleepily smiles at his answer and scoots closer to Sebastian sliding one arm around his torso. The hand on his hair lulls him to sleep and he surprisingly isn't really bothered from nightmares. Even when he thought he'd start dreaming of the others again he felt Sebastian close to him and that reassured him and helped him calm down someway. Richard wakes up later, not knowing how much time had passed, but as long as it was him being him it's acceptable.
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Sebastian finds himself dozing while Richard was sleeping, not sure how much time has passed but knowing it was at least a couple of hours. He opens his eyes when he feels the other shifting and waking up. “Hey Rich.” He mumbles, looking down at him, mostly just to see if it is still Richard and begin sure if he was any of the others he’d be corrected. “Did you sleep well?”
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"Yeah Sebastian?" Richard says mumbling, yawns after it and stretches a little, he returns to lying close to Sebastian. "Yeah thank you." Richard finally opens his eyes still adjusting to the light, if there was one thing Richard Brook strongly disliked it was that. He smiles at Sebastian and wants to spend more time there but he has to go home. The smile slowly fades, he'll get more time with Sebastian another day, it doesn't matter. Though something in him makes him decide against it, not caring much about what the other two could say or think. Richard would worry for Sebastian and how the situation between them four could be so he asked: "Sebastian, how are you?"
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“Just hi.” He responds, shifting a little and smiling as he wakes up a little more. He can almost feel the other man thinking so he doesn’t say anything, at least not yet. He knows Richard will speak up if he wants Sebastian to know about whatever it might be and until then he’s more than happy to sit with the others head on his lap, his hand starting move through it again. The question makes him look back to the other, wondering if that was what he was thinking so much about. “I’m okay, thank you.” He responds, “How are you, Richard?”
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Richard shakes his head. "No, no I don't mean: Hi-how-are-you-thank-you-I'm-fine-what-about-you? I mean, what's going on with your life, how are you. I know I- I can be sometimes a lot and- I'm sorry. But this isn't about me, it's about you. So?" He looks up at Sebastian, giving a caring smile hoping it won't make him angry that he's asking something like that.
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Sebastian smiles at the other, hearing what he was asking as he leans down and presses another kiss to his forehead, “That’s a little complicated. Not much, really, not easy finding jobs after the army incident. Mostly gambling at night and making money that way. On the plus side I am making money and I have a lot of free time.” He admits with a smile, “It’s not all bad. Things are getting better and it’s always nice being around you for a while.” He adds, honestly, “But that question does apply to you as well, you know?” He asks, “I did ask and I do care about you.” There aren’t many other people in his life anymore and Richard counts for most of them.
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Richard frowns when he hears Sebastian's having trouble because of the army incident, he doesn't really approve of gambling either but if it earnes Sebastian money? Well then maybe it's not that bad but he still can't help himself and says out loud: "Just be careful?" His cheeks slightly redden when Sebastian says he likes hanging out with him. "Oh- thank you." At the question he tries to think of something but truth be told he doesn't have a single idea. How is he supposed to know when he isn't himself most of the time? "I- think I'm good. Yeah. That. I'm good."
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“Of course, if you’re sure you want me to.” He says with a small, almost shy smile, if Sebastian Moran knows how to be shy at all. “You’re welcome. I think I have more enemies than friends or anything like that these days. It’s nice to have someone to spend time around.” ‘That isn’t trying to kill me’ he adds mentally but doesn’t want to worry Richard anymore so he keeps that part to himself. “Okay, good that you’re good.” He responds, softly with a smile down at him, not pushing anymore than that. He does know about Richard and the others after and he’s sure he knows what the hesitation is about.
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Hope In The Sheets.8
[Masterlist]
Beta: N/A
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers,
Words: 2.9k
Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.
What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.
Warning: Braxton hicks, Reader thinks she is being followed (but is mistaken), and a love making scene very short and sweet.
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With your final month of pregnancy approaching you were finally ready to take your maternity leave. Deciding to continue working for as long as you could to save some money. The boss was getting super weird but you were holding your tongue and making up excuses to leave his presence.
Your last day was a little extravagant with cake and a card signed by your colleagues. The boss gave you a bouquet of flowers, which you graciously accepted as it was your last day. Everyone took photos and your boss awkwardly pulled you close, his hand resting on your belly.
Irritation growing, you wanted nothing more than to push his hand away and leave. The scent of his cologne made you feel a little sick and you were unbelievably sweaty. Excusing yourself to the safety of the women's bathroom you splashed your neck with some cool water.
Calling Jimin you whispered, “I need you to come pick me up, the boss is being weird again.”
“I am near by, give me a few minutes I will get you,” Jimin’s sweet voice rang like tiny chimes through the phone.
You waited another couple of minutes and heard your name called from the hall, “Y/n?, are you okay in there?” It was your creepy boss.
“Sorry, I am just having a hot flash so I am splashing water on my neck,” You laughed, trying to appear casual and not cause him any reason to suspect you are in distress as you would bet he would barge in otherwise, “I will be out soon.”
Your phone chimed.
[Jimin: We are in the elevator grab your things for a quick escape.]
Curious as to who he was referring to as ‘we’ but not questioning it, he was right you should get ready to leave as quickly as possible. Heading out to the gathering of your colleagues, you smiled fanning yourself.
“Here is some ice water,” One of the women smiled, “I remember when I was pregnant it was unbearably hot.”
“Thanks,” You took a drink and sighed happily at the cool liquid, standing in front of your bag, the flowers and card. The elevator doors opened to reveal a well dressed Jimin and a rather handsome man you recognized from the bar. Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung was it? You smiled at the two as they smiled greeting everyone. “Hello, we are Y/n’s friends, I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung. We have come to pick her up.” Jimin looked around the room and his eyes lit up, “wow you are all so nice a party and everything.”
Jimin charmed the room easily and Taehyung wasn’t doing too badly either as he took the flowers and your bag. “Are you ready to leave?”
“Ah yes, I wouldn’t mind going home for a rest,” allowing the two young men to lead you towards the elevator, “Goodbye, I will hopefully see you when I am back from leave.”
They all waved and wished you good luck, and you didn’t miss the disappointed look on your boss' face. Your shoulders slumped as you leaned against the wall of the elevator, “I am so tired.”
“We will get you home soon,” Jimin smiled, rubbing your back and pulling you into a hug.
“Should we reschedule?” Taehyung said, “Or, I can um pay again, if you don’t mind waiting for a few weeks, I will save up enough money for another date.”
Jimin was at a loss for words. You knew he didn’t know what to say and you smiled, “Hey no, I will be home soon, just drop me off and go back to Jimin’s, he has a cinema room and you can order in and watch movies.”
“Yeah, we can do that.” Jimin smiled, reassuringly at Taehyung,
“Half a movie, I can only afford half a movie,” He mumbled downtrodden. Jimin wet his lips feeling awkward, he hadn’t dated anyone who wasn’t loaded with cash in a long time.
“Jimin has a rule that if he can’t make a date the next one is half price,” you took the art of improv to a whole new level, “he couldn’t make your date and it had to be rescheduled, right? So, this one is half price so you can get twice the amount of time.”
“Yeah, she is right so we can hang out a little longer.” Jimin bit his lip looking at the young man and seeing the small smile pull up on his lips. “So let’s drop the tiny mama off and go watch a movie.”
“Ok,” Taehyung smiled, you watched the two, nervous like a highschool crush developing between two students. The two graciously dropped them off and Jimin walked you to the door.
“You are smitten!” You grinned, teasing him lightly watching his blush grow. Your eyes catching Taehyung fixing his hair in the passenger seat drop down mirror. “You have never been nervous in your life, and he is so sweet.”
“I have been with rich men here and there looking for a date or a night, but I have never had someone scraping together their money to spend just a little time with me, making handmade gifts because that's all they can do.” Jimin was clutching his heart, and you finally found the key for the front door. “When he tells me I am pretty, or that he loves my voice, it’s different. I know those CEO’s had wives, but when he says it, I feel special like I am the only one in the world he says it too.”
“So what’s the problem?” You asked, letting Jimin walk you inside with all your items. “You have a lot of savings and investment properties, you could live off that money very easily.”
“How can I see him when he thinks he has to pay me all the time?” Jimin mumbled, walking back to the front door. “I don’t want him to go bankrupt because he thinks he can’t afford my rates”
“I heard at the bar that he like photography. Tell him you want a photoshoot but you don’t know a good photographer who you feel comfortable with.” You hugged and an idea struck. “Say you can’t decide on a concept and offer him a few different ones you want to try. He has been asked to submit his work into an exhibition. I think the theme was nightlife.”
“Nightlife.”
“It’s up for interpretation, but who has a more busy nightlife than you, and I am not talking about going out on the town. A sensual at home photoshoot of you in a sheet or a naked silhouette overlooking the night city.”
“Oh that could be fun, I could be part of an exhibition” he giggled, “I will ask him.”
Jimin hugged you again for safe measure and ran off to his van and climbed inside.
You waved shutting the door and heading to the fridge hoping some cold yoghurt would soothe your overheated form, whilst also feeding your almost insatiable hunger.
Opening the fridge, you saw the last of your yoghurt at the back, bending slightly you felt a twinge in your back and as you straightened up, Yoghurt in your hand as you were overcome with a tightness in your stomach. Was this a contraction?
You were two weeks out from your due date so it wasn’t unusual for people to have their babies early. You pulled out your phone calling for an ambulance and trying to breathe calmly.
[Y/n: I think I am in labor, and you’re the only one who is free today.]
[DJSuga: Like really or that time you ate too much rice too quickly and got indigestion?]
[Y/n: I just called the ambulance.]
[DJSuga: I will meet you at the hospital let me know what ward you are in when you know.]
“Hello, I am looking for Miss Y/n.” Yoongi’s voice carried across the hall from the nurses desk to your room. “I would describe her as pregnant but it wouldn’t help.”
“Wow, you are very descriptive. You really have no words to describe me Yoongi? I am offended.” You pouted walking out into the hall, “Let’s go home.”
“What I thought you were popping out a baby today?” he said confused, “If you say it was constipation or something stupid I will hit you upside the head.”
“Well, it wasn’t that.” You blushed, “It was braxton hicks?”
“Who?” he blanked, utterly confused, “What are you talking about?”
“It means fake labor, like a test run.”
“Can you stop with the test runs, I don’t think my body can take it anymore?” Yoongi held his back waddling down the hallway making you giggle. “Come on, I saw a restaurant for lamb skewers and I have been craving it since.”
“You are acting more like a pregnant woman than I am.”
Walking out the front of the hospital you were bombarded by Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a disheveled Jimin with Taehyung. You didn’t realize how your eyes looked for Hoseok, until you didn’t find him. The crushing feeling in your chest made you frown slightly.
“False alarm.” Yoongi muttered, “Apparently Barbie Hacks or something, we are getting lamb skewers. Come on, I hear Jin is paying.”
Hoseok arrived at the Bar and saw that no one was around, the place was locked up with a sign announcing that it was closed for the night. It was strange Jin didn’t ever believe in taking days off, even when he was sick he would be in his office resting.
He called Jin’s phone and heard laughter, “I will be back” Jin's voice called. Hoseok could hear Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi talking about something adamantly. Had they planned something without him.
“Hey Hoseok, what do you need?”
“Your bar is closed?” Hoseok mumbled, “I was wondering what you are all doing?”
“Y/n went to the hospital because she was getting contractions but they turned out to be Braxton hicks, so we are having lamb skewers on Yoongi’s request.”
“Why did no one tell me?” Hoseok felt a little sick that his friends were hanging out without him and there was a strange pull in his chest knowing that he wasn’t there at the hospital.
“I didn’t think we had to, seeing as you are not the father of any children.” Jin repeated his words back to him, “We aren’t picking sides but you made it clear you didn’t want to be a part of the child's life. So we didn’t want to force you to be there.”
“I never said that I didn’t want to be a part!” Hoseok shouted down the phone, “Urgh, this is fucked.”
With a sigh Jin grew deadly serious, “she was scared out of her mind today, she thought she was going to have to give birth alone, you have to talk to her.”
“I said some stupid shit, Jin. I don’t know how to fix this.” Hoseok pulled at his hair and started heading to your house, hoping that perhaps the two of you could talk this out before he ended up losing you.
He had so much that he wanted to say and get mad about, he wasn’t ready to forgive you but he wasn’t ready to let you go either.
You were dropped off at Hoseok’s apartment, the one you had lived in together before everything went wrong. Touching your rounded tummy you knew that this child wasn’t a mistake and apologized out loud for even implying anything of the sorts. Taking the stairs to the second floor you arrived at his door.
Knock knock.
“Hoseok are you home?” You called, taking the key from your keychain you peaked inside to see the lights were off. You sat for a moment but he didn’t come home and it was getting a little dark.
Heading out you locked up and walked along the road. You put a headphone in and pretended to be in a conversation. Speeding up slightly as you passed the men sitting on the steps of one of the stores that had closed up for the night. The men were laughing about something and you scurried along.
Sighing in relief when you went to cross the street, looking both ways you caught sight of figures following you. Were the men following you? What did they want? Thoughts were circling in your head as the adrenaline started to kick in. Dialing hoseok you crossed the road.
“Hello, Y/n?” Hoseok said “I wanted to-”
“Hoseok, there are men following me” you whispered.
“Where are you?” He asked, sounding concerned, which gave you a flash of hope that he would protect you like he always did.
“I am on our street, I am heading to Yuta, I need to go somewhere public.” You replied walking briskly.
“Keep walking, I'm on my way.” You heard the sound of an engine and you knew everything would be okay. Hoseok wouldn’t let you get hurt.
“Don’t hang up, they are still following.” Picking up your speed you noticed they had started to walk a little more briskly. “I sped up and they did too, Hobi, I am really scared.”
“Don’t slow down, you got this little darling, I will be there soon.” Hoseok said with desperation in his voice. “I won’t leave you on your own anymore. I should have been there today. I should be with you now!”
A hand grabbed your shoulder and you screamed phone clattering onto the ground, “I am sorry miss, we called out but your headphones were in, you dropped your wallet.”
“Oh! Thank you so much, I am so sorry.”
“It’s okay, do you need help, can we escort you somewhere?” The other man asked. “There has been some break-ins recently so we have taken to watching the neighborhood.”
They walked you back towards Hoseok's and you sat with them as you spoke about what happened with Hoseok. Talking about how you stuffed up and lied to him. “You mean the really happy guy with the reddish hair? You two used to walk this street all the time. I knew you too liked each other,” they grinned
“So is it a little girl or boy?” One of the guys gestured to your belly. “Have you thought of any names?”
“A little girl and I have been thinking of some. Sun-Hee it just reminds me so much of her dad,” you hummed, a little nervous to hear their feedback, “does it sound silly?”
“It sounds beautiful.”
Looking up there was Hoseok panting and looking relieved to see you okay. Standing, you walked over to your longest friend, hoping he didn’t scold you. “Hoseok, I am sorry.”
He pulled you into a hug and buried his face in your neck, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you lied and kept this from me. I don’t care about any of that, let me be here for you. I will be by your side.”
You were crying, he took your face in his hands brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Alright love birds, Kiss each other.”
Your cheeks were bright red, ready to laugh and tell the men it wasn’t like that when Hoseok pulled you forward. Pressing his lips to your's, he kissed you fiercely, his hands holding your waist and cradling your head. He tried to pull you closer when your belly bumped against him. He looked down and rubbed your belly gently, “I am sorry I wasn’t there but I am here now, and I am not leaving.”
“Let’s go home, Hobi.” You whispered, he thanked the men for taking care of you and led you to his van. He drove back to your house and walked you inside, shutting the door and taking off his shoes. The two of you sat on the couch.
“I guess you have a lot to talk about.” Hoseok said nervous and you swung your leg over his lap and kissed him. It was difficult to maneuver with your big belly, but you were too busy enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours.
“I want to remember this time,” you breathed against him. “Please let’s just pretend that one didn’t happen and try again.”
Hoseok laughed and lifted you carefully and carried you to the bedroom.
Hoseok was gentle and passionate; he teased you with his fingers and lavished you with his tongue. You had never had anything like this. Usually you were chasing a high with some guy you never had plans to call again, and that was on the rare occasion you were looking for sex. This made you feel overwhelmingly good, your heart was pounding. Every thrust brought with it a spark of energy. You clung to Hoseok as he lost himself in the sensations.
He would open his eyes in moments of clarity and kiss you telling you how much he loved you. It wasn’t like jumping off the edge into pleasure; this was like waves that started small and built into a choppy tide never crashing upon you, just rocking you with pleasure. After the crescendo moment the waves began to ease back until it was the gentle waters lapping at the sand.
“Hobi,” you panted as he laid your head on his chest. He hummed encouraging you to continue. You took his hand and placed it onto your belly, “you remember two minutes ago when we had sex, well I think I fell pregnant.”
He laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow and leaned down kissing your belly, “I think you might be right!”
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Hugs make for good medicine | Thor Odinson
Requested by @sirkekselord
He was concerned when you didn't show up with the others. Thor was always waiting for you to join him when everyone got together, so when he couldn't see you, he was feeling rather worried.
Of course, he went off to look for you. The obvious place to look is your room, so headed there first.
He couldn't hear anything through the door once he arrived, but that didn't mean you weren't in there. He knocked, yet still heard nothing. At least, not at first anyway. He was going to knock again just to make sure, but he heard your voice. He couldn't quite make out what you had said, but he took it as a sign to open the door anyway.
The sight before him seemed strange to him. He had never seen you like this before. You were bundled under the covers on your bed, your head just about poking out, hair a mess. It was rather amusing, but something seemed off.
"Are you feeling well?" He asks, his usually booking voice toned back ever so slightly.
"Not exactly."
Thor comes over to your bedside and tried to get a better look at you, but the covers were restricting his view of you.
"Is something the matter?"
He can hear you sigh, though it's muffled under your little fort, before you poke your head out. It's worse than he thought. Eyes tired, face off colour, nose a little red. You were very obviously unwell.
"Sorry you had to see me like this," you groan, feeling kind of bashful.
Thor had a gentle, yet still bright, smile on his face as he crouched down beside you.
"Do not be sorry. It would seem it is my duty to get you well again."
You scrunch your nose up.
"You don't have to do that, I'll be OK after some rest," you say.
"Nonsense."
Thor stands up and leaves, making you a little confused. You're too tired to call after him and find out where he is going, so you wait. He's gone for several minutes, no indication on what he was doing.
You were about to drift off when he returns.
Thor closes the door behind him, in his hands a tray. All you can mame out is the glass of water sitting on it and something that smells quite good. He places the tray down on the bedside table and sits down.
"I bring food."
You smile softly and push the covered down, maneuvering yourself carefully to sit up. Any sudden movements made you feel awful. Thor places the tray on your lap once you are settled.
"Please do not feel the need to eat it all," he says, smiling that handsome grin. He was already making you feel better.
You took a sip of the water, the coldness a welcome feeling from your feverish body. You look at the soup. Something light, yet still tasty.
"This smells really good."
Thor looks pleased with your words. You take a spoonful and nod gently.
"It tastes good."
"I am pleased to hear it."
Thor reaches out and brushes some hair from your forehead, his finger brush against the skin. He can feel how warm you are, it was a surprise you were even comfortable under the covers.
You manage to eat most of the soup, only leaving a bit at the end. He takes the tray, letting you hold onto the water, and moves it to the side. He looks at you.
"Would you like to watch one of your movies?" He asks, looking at the dvd rack you had at the opposite side of the room.
"Sure. You pick something Thor."
He gets up and has a look at your collection. One of his favourite pass times with you is watching your movies. You had many. He loved watching them with you, cuddling you as you became invested in the stories, no matter how many times you have seen them.
"This one."
He puts it on for you, coming around to other side of the bed and sitting down on it. You chuckle, out your water down, and then shuffle closer to him.
The movie begins.
Your little ritual also begins. You place your head on his shoulder, reach for his hand and pull it into your lap where you will hold it, and shift your weight to rest against him. He knows that if you get to uncomfortable you'll move. He can still feel how warm you are.
It's only been about 20 minutes when he realises you've dosed off.
He chuckles and adjusts you into a more comfortable position, yet staying right beside you.
Thor hates it when you're not feeling well. He's only ever seen you unwell a couple of times, and those had been a lot worse than this. Yet, he still hates it.
Thor will do what he does best in these times. He will look after you the best way he can. He topped up your water, brought a couple of snacks for later in case you felt like eating, turned the volume down on the TV so your sleep wouldn't be disturbed. Then he sat and watched the rest of the movie.
Thor would wait.
It was dark when you woke up. You had been asleep for hours, but that must have felt good for you. Thor was a awake. He was on his third movie, but stopped paying attention to it when you moved.
"Sleeping beauty awakes."
"You remember sleeping beauty?" You ask, rubbing at your eyes slowly.
"Of course." He helps you sit up.
"How long was I out?"
"Hours. Do you feel any better off?" He places a hand to your forehead. Still warm, but not quite as intense as before. A little colour had returned to your cheeks.
"Better than I was."
Thor smiles sweetly. He was ad to hear that.
"Then I shall stay beside you until you're back to your usual perky self."
"Perky?" You chuckle.
"Yes."
You chuckle again and hold your arms out.
"I think I know what I need now to get better fully."
"What is that?"
"Thor's amazing hugs!"
He laughs, scooping you into his arms carefully, but securely. You fall against him with ease. You smile as you cling to him. Thor always did give the best hugs.
You would be better in no time.
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eruri fic rec list
i spent all of january 2021 obsessed with eruri (i’m v late) and this is what i can give you. also these fics are ones i’ve never really seen rec’d before. i wld die 4 them and i hope they (these fictional characters) know that
sole by valisi @valisi-clark. 2k, T. Levi wonders if Erwin has ever considered a punishment for him. Because Erwin thinks of everything.
if you get off on levi’s devotion to erwin, and erwin knowing that, this is for you!!
300-thread-count by masi. 4k, T. An interesting new guest by the name of Erwin Smith has checked into Levi’s hotel.
super cute au.
your arms like towers by kanthia @kanthia. 5k, M. It’s expensive and time-consuming keeping his body in peak physical condition, but there’s really no point in saving money. The Military Police and Garrison are content to let death come slow, from jaundice or an improperly maintained rifle. The entire Survey Corps lives balancing pleasure against death.
this is a great take on erwin being invested in nutrition, and to that end, levi.
indigo blue by watergirl1968. 4k, E. "You’ve gone soft," Levi muttered. He understood Erwin’s command demeanour in the field. He empathized with Erwin’s occasional deep silences and blue moods. He appreciated that Erwin was inclined to laugh easily, in spite of, or perhaps because of, their circumstances.What he was utterly unused to was being cherished in so thorough a fashion, and it unbalanced him.
ok i love horses so this is SUCH a good fic on erwin actually being great with horses, and the symbolism that translates to levi, too. also v hot ;_;
blood and salt by valisi. 10k, E. Erwin spares a man's life during the war.
i really rec anything by valisi but this one just hits me soooo good. an au about erwin sparing levi’s life in a war.
vespers by valisi. 100k, E. A series of stories detailing Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman's private life together.
ok you get it. i love valisi. this is the PERFECT precanon fic in my opinion. erwin’s manipulation and levi’s understanding of it is SO perfect. the tenderness. the tension. UGHHHHHHHH.
i will return once more by kanthia. 25k, M. A phone call from counselor-turned-director Erwin sucks Levi back into a strange and wonderful world.
this summer camp au is really beautiful and also so immersive. i am brown so i do not camp but this really was so descriptive and cute.
service not included by ketita @jochai 21k, E. Levi is living his best life, assassinating people in Sina's underground and getting paid for it. Unfortunately, some big Survey Corps asshole calling himself Erwin Smith keeps rudely interrupting him with numerous misconceptions: that Levi cares about what he has to say, that Levi will hang around to let him say it, that Levi is actually a prostitute, and that Levi will not murder the shit out of him for constantly getting in his face.
this one is SOOO funny, i am in love. truly the hijinks fic of eruri for me, at least.
accidental by unknown. 10k, M. I decided to leave daddy kinks to the professionals and wrote this soft, soft daycare au...
DAYCARE AUUUU. so perfect and soft and made me CRY.
we are getting old, but I still love you (even when I don't) by kusuriuri @ningen-suki. 11k, M. Erwin and Levi are married and 40. They schedule sex, should really work-out more, and need each other to shut up. All the time. So Levi buys a book to help improve their marriage. He just wishes Erwin would stop eating cupcakes.
au about oldies. they’re so perfect together and so stuuupiiid.
communication by everythingsshiny @buttercup-the-bard. 11k, E. The war is over, but Levi cannot say goodbye.
after the war, levi is mute, and erwin is blind. they still want to be together ;_; so soooft.
pavlov by longlostwriter. 3k, E. Levi gets bored of his usual routine in the Survey Corps, so he decides to spice things up with a bit of classical conditioning.
sometimes you need levi just messing around, super cute.
competitive by patroklassy. 11k, not rated. Levi is a university student unimpressed by many things. Most of them have something to do with the fact that fellow student Erwin Smith obtrusively appears in his life to sweep him off his furious little feet.
i would classify this fic as eruri with just hilarious scenarios they find themselves in. the first chapter is about them, the second is just a road trip with the gang that’s just so funny.
the bf by afuzzyowl @afuzzyowl @fuzzfics 76k, M. Levi gets a new boyfriend, and he's everything Levi could have ever hoped for. Except there are rumours going around, rumours that maybe he's not as perfect as he seems...
PURE CRACK. so cute.
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