#i’ll climb through the window again but rn it feels good not to stand
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volunteering at its finest : s.r
spencer ‘volunteers’ to babysit henry whilst you and the girls have a needed girls night, except the night lasts a lot longer than any of you anticipated (2.2k)
* also i have an etsy shop where i sell some criminal minds tote bags and prints. if you wanna check it out i’ll leave the link here (i’ve also got a labour day sale happening rn til the 8th!) *
“Please do not tell me you’ve forgotten about girls night that I’ve had in my calendar for the last five weeks?” Penelope focuses on JJ through the monitor who slowly lowers her phone before glancing over to you.
“I, I didn’t forget,” JJ starts, causing both you and Emily to hold your laughs as she tries to ease her way out.
“You don’t sound so sure, J.” You comment, quickly feeling a rolled-up newspaper swatting your arm as you head towards the jet.
“It’s not that I forgot, it’s just the first time Will has been away in months and it just slipped my mind.” JJ tries to reason as you board the jet before you sit down opposite her and Emily, awaiting the wrath of Penelope Garcia once you return to base.
“What slipped your mind?” Spencer pitches in as he sits down beside you, a bright smile crossing his lips as you lean against him. “Hey,” He mutters to you, and JJ glances to Emily, still shocked that the pair of you owned up to your feelings six months ago after pining over one another for two years.
Patting Spencer’s arm lightly, you shrug it off. “Just girls night tonight.” You begin to explain, noticing Spencer furrowing his eyebrows together. “What?”
“I thought we were going to watch the Doctor Who marathon tonight?” He questions quietly, watching as a look of guilt consumes your expression.
“That was this today?” You weakly ask back as Spencer simply nods. “Oh, Spence,” You mutter, but Emily kindly butts in to save your ass once again.
“What if you watched it at JJ’s,” Emily begins, and you focus on her with a raised brow. “babysitting Henry?”
JJ scoffs lightly. “Spence, you’ve never babysat on your own before.” She looks over to the Godfather of her son, one of her best friends who could talk his way out of most things, but babysitting is another level.
“What? I could easily do it.” Spencer states proudly, forcing himself to sit taller in his seat as Rossi glances over, lowering the case file from his view. “I’ve watched Home Alone with Y/n, I know exactly what not to do. And I’ve read sixteen books on parenting.” He quickly adds, and Emily quips an eyebrow to you.
“I didn’t know that.” You mutter under your breath, just as JJ laughs playfully at Spencer’s antics.
“Just let the kid babysit, he clearly wants to.” Rossi pitches in, and Spencer smiles brightly at Rossi’s reassurance.
“Think of girls night.” Emily chuckles, and JJ looks over to you with concern before focusing back to Spencer, nodding to the proposition. “It’ll only be a couple of hours.” Emily quickly adds, and Spencer grins brightly.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Spencer nudges your side as JJ shakes her head, wondering what she’s about to let lose.
***
“I still can’t get over the fact Spence offered,” Penelope states as she brings over your drinks to the table, placing them down as you eye Emily who shrugs her shoulders.
“Spencer is a good guy like that,” Emily snickers, and you nudge her playfully before sipping your drink.
As you swallow, you can’t help but cough and widen your eyes to Penelope who happily downs her cocktail. “Shit, Pen, what is in this? Battery acid?” You remark, sniffing it as JJ sips hers, quickly having the same reaction.
“No,” Penelope shakes her head as a scoff leaves her lips. “but it is called ‘Poison Ivy.’”
You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as Emily downs the last of her previous drink, slamming the glass down before heading back to the bar. “Anyone want another one? I saw there’s a deal on certain drinks.” Emily calls out, not giving any of you a chance to answer before she disappears to the bar.
“God, if Spencer was here he’d happily list off some facts about the DC character Poison Ivy.” You sigh, wondering how he’s managing with little Henry.
“I’m sure he’s doing fine, Y/n.” Penelope reaches out, and you nod. “How’re you holding up Jayj?”
Turning your head, you see JJ finishing off the remainder of your drink as she places it next to her empty glass.
“What?” JJ slurs, lifting her head up as her eyes cloud over.
“Yeah, I think JJ has past worried and is in denial.” You mutter to Penelope who wisely nods in agreement.
Emily quickly returns with more drinks which JJ gladly accepts. “So, Y/n,” Emily rests her elbows on the table, focusing directly on you as you swallow the lump in your throat. “when are you going to tell us about the good Doctor huh?” She jokes and you laugh lightly, taking one of the four shots.
Placing the empty shot glass down, you wince as the burn descends down your throat. “Maybe after four more of these,” You cough, and Emily signals to the bartender to bring a few more rounds.
*
“Come on, we gotta get into the taxi,” Penelope tries her best to take charge as you help JJ to her feet along with Emily who is as much help as Spencer with his gun.
“Pen, can you take Emily? I’ll help JJ.” Despite still being drunk, you can focus on Penelope long enough to see only two of her as she nods and a blur of colour crosses your vision.
JJ’s head hits your shoulder, and you hear her hum. “Y/n?” JJ slurs and you hold her head up as you reach the exit to the bar, seeing the taxi feet away.
“It’s okay, J, the taxi isn’t far.” You rub her arm as she shakes her head and quickly darts out of your arms and hauls her body against a wall as she vomits violently.
“God, least I’m not that bad.” Emily laughs, unaware of who is being sick until JJ lifts herself back up, swaying back into your direction as she wipes her face. “Oh, hey JJ.” Emily waves as JJ groans loudly before climbing into the taxi after you.
“Where to ladies?” The driver speaks up as the doors are finally closed, and Penelope fastens her seatbelt in beside the driver.
You completely zone out as Penelope gives the driver her address, and miss the ringing of your phone. Little do you know, that missed call would become the first of many throughout the rest of the night - not that you’d know until sunrise.
“Thank you, Craig!” Penelope waves the driver off as you laugh hysterically with Emily about something Spencer once did during a date he organised.
“He just, he was so sweet, but got it so wrong,” You wipe your eyes as tears fall whilst Penelope helps JJ up the stairs as you and Emily trail behind. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him I had no interest in seeing Twilight, only Robert Pattinson.” You sigh, remembering how excited he was to take you to the cinema to see something not only in English but current.
“Spencer means well, I think his big ol’ brain gets in the way sometimes.” Emily comments as you reach Penelope’s apartment, barely having the chance to take it all in before you’re given a wine glass that’s being filled.
“Oh, Pen I can’t.” You whine, feeling a headache already in the works, but Penelope Garcia is not one to take no for an answer- especially on girls night.
“Let me ask you, ladies,” Penelope starts, and now you wish you just kept quiet. “when was our last girls night?”
Penelope watches as you all exchange glances, no one knowing the answer. “Like, a year ago?” Emily guesses, receiving a quick scoff from Penelope.
“Two and a half years ago.” Penelope states. “We’ve had team nights out, but not a girls night.” She adds as Emily collapses onto the sofa whilst maintaining a full glass of wine. “So, I’m making up for lost time,” Penelope lifts her glass up as she looks around at the three of you, just about hanging in there. “to the ladies of the BAU.”
With a cheer, your night carries on with more laughter and embarrassing memories whilst Spencer is having less of an enjoyable evening with his godson.
*
“Y/n, this is the tenth message I’ve left you after leaving fifteen to JJ, five to Emily and twenty-six to Garcia. You better not have died on me as I’ve rung every hospital in the district and have had Kevin hack Garcia’s phone to find her location.” Spencer sighs as he paces around the living room whilst Henry remains sound asleep in his bed.
Part of Spencer knows he’s being irrational, but it isn’t like you to not even answer a text let alone a phone call. He’s so used to you being on hand whenever- especially with the line of work you both do. So when you don’t answer, he can’t help but allow his mind to spiral into the dark depths of misfortune.
Glancing out of the window, Spencer could tell without looking at a clock it was almost sunrise. Approximately 5:37 in the morning and you along with the others were nowhere to be seen.
With a small sigh, Spencer dials your number once more, only to hear movement outside of JJ’s house and he tenses.
Reaching over into his satchel, Spencer grabs his gun as he hides by the living room door, hearing movement of the front door opening as hushed voices sound throughout the hallway.
“God, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?” You wince at the thought of Spencer scolding you for not getting back to him after you reviewed the dozens of messages and voicemails when you woke up twenty minutes ago.
JJ wraps her arms around you, bringing you into a hug but also to stabilise herself to stop the room spinning. “Spencer couldn’t possibly hate you, Y/n.” She assures you, seeing Spencer peer his head out from the corner of the living room and lower his gun. “That boy loves you more than you realise.”
Pulling away from JJ’s embrace, you sigh deeply into your hands. “I love him J, I just worry sometimes.” You mutter, unaware of Spencer standing behind you as his heart sinks.
“You should tell him, Y/n.” JJ motions and you tense up, silently swearing before you turn around to face your rather tired looking boyfriend. “I’ll go check on Henry.” JJ mutters, quickly passing you both and heads up the stairs with caution.
“I could never hate you, Y/n.” Spencer starts, “I was just worried about you and your safety.” He explains as he reaches out, resting his hand on your upper arm. “Did you have fun?”
A small laugh leaves your lips as you nod. “Yeah,” You chuckle, focusing on the tired look in his hazel eyes. “I, I love you Spence.” You tell him as you fall into his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over your body as Spencer’s chuckle vibrates against your body.
“I love you too, Y/n. Come on, you need to get some sleep.” Spencer guides you to the living room and you fall down with ease onto the couch. “Did you know the human body requires at least-”
Holding a finger up to Spencer, he pauses. “Spence, as much as I adore you and your facts, they are the last thing I need right now.”
“Alright,” Spencer gives in as he pulls a blanket over you, ignoring the smudged and dried mascara beneath your eyes and the lingering smell of cocktails on your clothing. “I’ll see you in an hour.” He mutters as he wanders out to make some coffee, knowing you’d need it once you woke back up.
*
“This is hell.” You state as you heavily lean against the railing alongside the girls whilst voices cheer around you, including Spencer. “I blame you, Pen.”
Penelope merely groans as she pushes her sunglasses further up her face.
“A couple of hours! No big deal!” Spencer emphasises as you roll your eyes, burying your face in your hands once again as he carries on cheering for the runners as they pass you all by in a blur. “You weren’t home until sunrise!”
“Why are you yelling.” JJ comments flatly whilst Derek glances over, holding his laugh in as he keeps Jack on his shoulders.
“Make him stop.” Emily adds, and you nudge your boyfriend as he stops waving his flag frantically and focuses on you.
“Next time, I’m either joining you in babysitting or you’re joining girls night.” You tell Spencer who smiles down at you before wrapping an arm around you, holding you close as you weakly smile through the pain of your hangover.
“Deal.” Spencer leans down, kissing you softly before the cheers of your team increase as Hotch reaches the finish line. “Come on, I think breakfast is in order.” Spencer guides you away from the railing as you rely on him heavily as the girls follow behind.
“Girls night happens every two years for a reason, I take it, baby girl?” Derek jokes as Penelope shushes him as you all gather around to celebrate Hotch’s achievement and block out the blur that last night has left on your memories.
“What happens on girls night, stays on girls night.” Penelope simply states, refusing to say anymore as you walk ahead with Spencer, discussing more about his latest read, ‘Parenting 101.’
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So we meet again part 2
since a few of you guys wanted a part 2 i thought i would give it a go, hope you enjoy. I wanted to do a mix between past and present so i’ve stated which parts are the past etc also there’ll be a part 3 which will be the finale, I’ll write that soon 💜
pairings: Poppy x Bea
taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings
wordcount: 3.4k
slightly NSFW also there might be swearing, i can’t remember tbh (it’s like 2am rn im sorry)
also part 1 is here in case you need a refresher💜
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Bea and Poppy roll around in the bed, playfully, as Bea peppers kisses all over Poppy’s body, while pressing her body into the mattress.
“Bea that tickles.”
“Really?” Bea removes her hands from Poppy’s wrists and begins tickling her sides.
“Please..stop..” Poppy says in between giggles and huffs. Eventually Bea moves her hands and is met with a pillow smashing into her face.
“OW!” Bea cries out, as she rubs her face, a hint of a smile ghosts on her face.
“I told you I hate being tickled,” Poppy huffs, expertly hiding her smile as Bea continues rubbing her face. “I’m sorry. Want me to kiss it better?” Bea pouts, nodding her head as she inches forward puckering her lips. Poppy rolls her eyes, placing a chaste kiss on Bea’s lips and just as she pulls away, Bea crashes her lips back into hers, eliciting a moan from the strawberry blonde.
“That’s a kiss,” Bea teases, in retort Poppy playfully shoves her before leaning against the headboard. Bea lays her head on the pillow, shifting her body to face her girlfriend. “Hey can I ask you something?”
“You’ll ask even if I say no,” Poppy jests.
Bea leans up on her elbows, her expression sobering, “look Pops, these last two months have been amazing but I want to take you out on a real date.”
Poppy groans, “not this again Bea.”
“Hey, hey, let me finish,” Bea says pleadingly, Poppy rubs her temples, her silence indicating for Bea to continue, “I like what we have right now, just chilling and making out and stuff but I want to take you out on a real date. Somewhere public where I can show you off and make random strangers jealous of me because I’m dating the prettiest girl ever. All of this sneaking around is just reminding me of college.”
*Flashback*
As Bea climbs through Poppy’s window, her leg gets caught in the curtains and she tumbles onto the floor, as the items on Poppy’s desk, plummet to the ground.
“God damn it Farmsville, why not alert the entire sorority of your presence?”
“Geez, it was an accident,” Bea dusts herself off, before picking up the fallen items and placing them back. “So what the hell is so urgent that you have me in your room at 1am and why couldn’t I go through the front door?”
“Ew, don’t say it like that.” Poppy scrunches her nose up in disgust, “it’s not like that.”
“So why am I here?”
“You’re number 1 at Belvoire now, think of this as my final consultation before you officially become queen.”
“I was named queen the second they gave me the award, and I certainly don’t need any advice you have to offer.”
Poppy visibly becomes irritated, her face etches into a scowl, “remember that I ruled this school for 3 years, and judging by recent events like your little plight with Kingsley, you’ve already got some enemies. Remember heavy is the head that wears the crown.”
Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “don’t worry I have a plan.” Poppy raises an eyebrow, intrigued, “I’ll do the opposite of everything you did. I won’t backstab my friends, I won’t be a bitch to everyone and I’ll treat everyone with kindness and respect.”
“Don’t forget Hughes, it was exactly that kind of subterfuge that got you in my spot in the first place.”
“No, it helped me get into the top 15 I’ll admit, but everything else was careful strategy and just being a decent human being. You would be surprised how many people were desperate for your reign of tyranny to end.”
Poppy huffs, “funny how you act like people hate me so much when they would do anything just for a fraction of my attention.” Poppy takes a step forward, a sneer expression on her face.
Bea snorts, “get off your high horse.”
“Eurgh no farm jokes.”
“I- I’m not going to even comment. So is that all you wanted or was there something else?”
“What else do you think I want?”
“I thought this was going to be about what happened at the fountain.” Poppy freezes for a split second, a blush creeping up on her cheeks, her mouth hangs open but no words come out. “Oh come on Pops, don’t act like you haven’t thought about what happened at least once or twice over the summer,” Bea flashes a smug grin which seems to bring Poppy back to reality.
“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re giving yourself too much credit, that kiss was mediocre at best.”
Bea raises an eyebrow, “liar.” Bea takes a step forward, “That kiss was mind-blowingly good. So good that on the first day back at Belvoire, you needed to make up a dumb excuse for me to sneak up to your room at 1am.” Poppy presses her lips together in a thin line, her eyes carefully roam Bea’s, waiting. Without any hesitation, Bea places her hands on Poppy’s hips, pulling her close to her as she presses her lips against Poppy’s, desire instantly building between the two of them.
Poppy feels her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as Bea peppers kisses on her neck, and has to stifle a moan when Bea runs her tongue over her jaw.
“Bea…stop with the foreplay.” Poppy feels Bea’s lips quirk up against her neck, but Bea continues kissing her neck, only frustrating Poppy more. “God Farmsville,” Poppy growls, she pushes Bea away from her and pulls her towards her bed, before straddling her lap.
“Taking charge?”
“I always take charge,” Poppy retorts, her lips ghosting around Bea’s until she playfully bites Bea’s bottom lip before sucking on it. “But I’m feeling nice today,” Poppy runs her forefinger down Bea’s body, evoking goosebumps, “so maybe I’ll let you be in control, just this once.”
“So you’re planning on doing this again?” Bea teases as her lips quirk up into a wide grin as she flips their positions, pushing the strawberry blonde deep into her mattress, already locked in a passionate embrace before Poppy can retort. Bea places her hands around Poppy’s wrists placing her above her head, her eyes piercing into Poppy’s as she does so, in an attempt to demonstrate her dominance. Just as she leans in for another kiss, a loud series of knocks breaks them apart.
“Hey P, you up?” Veronica’s voice rings through the room.
Poppy silently motions for Bea to leave as she erratically flaps her arms towards the window. Bea wordlessly runs to the window and just as she’s about to climb out Poppy whispers, “don’t tell anyone about this, now hurry up.”
*Present*
Poppy averts her gaze from Bea, a guilty look on her face, “I’m sorry but college was different. I wasn’t ready for the world to know about us, I mean I barely understood what I felt for you.”
Bea stares at Poppy with a hopeful look in her eyes, “but now you do.” She takes one of Poppy’s hands in hers, “look there’s no expectation to be super fancy, we can do something lowkey, just so we get a feel of being out together in public.”
Poppy sighs, “fine.” Bea’s face lights up and Poppy can’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach, “so where were you thinking?”
“I was thinking we would go to my restaurant.”
“Digne d'une reine? That’s kinda high maintenance no?”
“No, I meant Farmsville. I think it’s time for you to see the restaurant which you inspired.”
Poppy bites her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from smiling, “okay.”
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A few weeks later, Poppy and Bea finally find the time out of their busy schedules to have their first date. As Bea leads Poppy into the small diner, Poppy stands awkwardly to the side as Bea leads her into one of the booths in the back. Poppy’s gaze darts around the room, wondering why the restaurant is so busy on a Sunday evening.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Bea calls out to Poppy who looks lost in her own thoughts.
“Yeah, great,” Poppy gives her girlfriend a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, as she nervously darts her gaze around the room, feeling as if all eyes are of them.
Bea senses Poppy’s discomfort and reaches over the table, taking Poppy’s hand in hers, “hey if you wanna go…”
Poppy violently shakes her head no, “no, I said it’s fine Bea.” She pulls her hand out of Bea’s and sits in silence until the waitress approaches the table handing the girls’ a menu each.
“Hey Bea,” the waitress flashes the girl a bright smile, as she stands with a notebook in her hand.
“Hey Cecila, how’s it going today?”
“Not bad, it’s been kinda busy, but we miss seeing your face around here.”
Bea lets out a small chuckle, “Don’t worry I’ll be back next week for a bit. I’m just glad we have you looking out for this place here otherwise it would’ve gone down in flames, literally. Jerry would’ve accidentally set fire to the kitchen if it wasn’t for you.”
The waitress lets out a boisterous laugh, causing Poppy to furrow her brows as she reaches over, possessively interlacing her hand with Bea’s. “Hmm, funny.” The women stop laughing and look over to see Poppy’s unimpressed face. Bea expertly hides her smirk as she realises what’s going on.
“Cecila,” Bea clears her throat, “this is Poppy-”
“The girlfriend,” Poppy interjects.
Cecilia gives Poppy a bright smile, “I was wondering when I was going to meet you! Bea would not stop talking our ears off about you.” Cecile playfully pushes Bea shoulder with her hand, “and she told me you were gorgeous but you are even more beautiful in person.”
“Thanks,” Poppy bluntly replies, twirling a strand of her hair.
“Well I’ll come back in a few minutes so y’all can look over the menu in the meantime.” Cecile gives a polite smile before moving to the next table. Once she’s gone, Poppy slips her hand out of Bea’s, but just as she lets go, Bea grabs her wrist pulling it back, a wide grin plastered on her face.
“You’re jealous,” she says matter of factly.
Poppy scoffs, “I don’t do jealousy, shut up.”
Bea smiles, clearly enjoying herself, “yeah you are.” Poppy stares daggers at Bea, a scowl appearing on her face, “you don’t have to worry, I don’t think Cecile’s husband and kid would appreciate her leaving them for me.”
“What?”
“Yeah, she’s super straight, and married.”
“Oh,” a blush appears on Poppy’s face as she looks away embarrassed. The strawberry blonde pulls away her hand as Bea loosens her grip on her wrist.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been jealous.”
Poppy raises an unimpressed eyebrow at her girlfriend, “what the hell are you talking about?”
“Come on, the Christmas party? Don’t tell me you don’t tell me you don’t remember.”
*Flashback*
As the months went on, Bea and Poppy would meet up a couple of times a week for casual sex. They had set some ground rules, they can only meet up in Poppy’s bedroom, no cuddling afterwards, Bea would either have to sneak out through Poppy’s window or through the back door of the sorority if everyone else was asleep, and no feelings could be involved. Poppy had been adamant to Bea about how sex was only a release for her frustrations and for the girl not to read too much into it because it meant nothing. But the Christmas party was just the beginning of the lines starting to blur.
Just as Bea enters the frat house, she takes in the spirited atmosphere of the party, the loud thumping bass music, drumming in her ears as she makes her way over to the drinks station, pouring a drink for her and Zoey.
“It’s really loud!” Bea shouts over the music.
“What?” Zoey replies, as she takes one of the cups from Bea’s hands.
“What?”
“Yeah totally. Hey I’ll catch up with you soon, there’s a super cute girl over there.” Zoey lumbers over to the other side of the room, leaving the girl on her own. For a while she mingles with a few different groups, an obligation for the queen of Belvoire, but when Veronica begins not so subtly flirting with Bea, she can’t help but flirt back, especially when Veronica looks this good.
They standing in the corner of the living room, as Veronica begins whispering into Bea’s ear about the party and how idiotic the football team look while playing strip pong but when Poppy walks through the living room in a skin tight pink dress, all rational thoughts are thrown out of the window for Bea.
As if she can feel the girl’s eyes on her, Poppy swings her hips slightly as she walks past, a glimmer of a smile of her face, as Bea’s eyes follow her until Veronica breaks her out of her reverie.
“You okay?”
Bea deftly glances at Poppy to see her casually talking with Chloe, paying no attention to her, “yeah I’m good. Dance with me?” She holds out her hand which Veronica accepts as Bea leads her into the makeshift dance floor. Veronica presses her body against Bea’s, her hips grinding into Bea’s front, Bea places her hands on Veronica’s hips, only enhancing the friction between them.
Poppy looks over to see Bea and Veronica dancing together as feels a burning sensation in her chest, it wasn’t jealousy, she wouldn’t admit to that but she did not enjoy seeing Veronica rubbing herself all over Bea. She leaves the house pulling up Bea’s contact info and texting the girl to meet her in her room asap.
“I’ll grab us some drinks.” Bea nods as Veronica stalks off towards the drinks table and when she feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulls it out to see a bunch of messages from Poppy saying it’s an emergency. Bea makes her way to the door but Veronica steps in front of her, 2 cups in her hands.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I just have to be somewhere,” Bea darts out of the house, leaving an abandoned Veronica who stands near the front door, confused.
“What’s the emergency?” Bea pants as she runs into Poppy’s room, not bothering to knock, while Poppy is standing near the door and is almost rammed over by Bea. Without a word, Poppy pulls Bea in for a kiss, her hands eagerly hooking around Bea’s neck.
“Hey, wait,” Bea pulls away, anger written in her face, “what the hell Pops, just stop for a second.” Bea slightly pushes the strawberry blonde back, as she looks down on her.
“Just please Farmsville, no talking, just kiss me,” Poppy replies, her tone almost begging, almost.
Bea hesitates slightly, she’s not used to seeing Poppy so desperate, but she gives in. Poppy kisses Bea with urgency, her tongue already tangling with Bea’s, as she moans softly into Bea’s mouth. Bea guides Poppy to the bed, still locked in a kiss as she runs her hands down Poppy’s body, before she moves her hands to her back and begins unzipping her.
“In a hurry Farmsville?”
“As sexy as you look in this dress, you look even hotter without it.” Poppy doesn’t say anything but she gives Bea a smile as Bea’s hands continue wandering all over her body. Bea’s fingers ghost around Poppy’s inner thigh, causing the strawberry blonde to squirm slightly, as her hips rise off the bed.
“Hughes please,” captivated by her pleading, Bea gives her, her thumb begins circling around Poppy’s button as her fingers just tease her entrance.
“Say my name,” Bea whispers in a low gruff voice and unhesitantly, Poppy moans out Bea’s name. Bea pumps her fingers into Poppy, as she kisses her intensely, even after she feels Poppy’s juices all over her fingers, she continues moving against her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Once Poppy slumps down on the bed, Bea places her fingers in her mouth, tasting Poppy’s desire before pulling the strawberry blonde in for one more kiss. Bea remembers the rules and slides off the bed looking for her clothes before Poppy’s soft voice calls out to her.
“Stay.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter? Stay, it’s late so you might as well stay.”
“That’s not in the rules.”
Poppy becomes irritated as she frowns at Bea, “I was just trying to be nice but whatever, leave if you want.”
Bea knits her eyebrows together, unsure of what to do but against her better instincts she slides back under the covers, while maintaining a safe and wide gap between her and Poppy. “Thanks,” she mumbles out as Poppy just hums in response.
The atmosphere becomes dense with awkwardness, as they lay in the bed together, unfamiliar with this territory. It isn’t until Bea speaks out that the silence is broken.
“Hey can I ask you something?”
Poppy sighs heavily, “even if I say no you’ll still probably ask.”
“Probably.” The girls slip back into silence until Bea turns on her side, facing the strawberry blonde. “Why did you pull me away from the party?”
Poppy shrugs, “I was sexually frustrated and our agreement consists of us letting out those frustrations.”
“But you seemed pretty okay to me, I mean I saw you talking with Chloe and then I was dancing with Veronica and-” Bea falls silent, realisation dawning on her. “You’re jealous.”
“You know what, I changed my mind, get out.”
“Come on, I was just dancing with Veronica, I wasn’t going to sleep with her.”
Poppy glares at Bea as she narrows her eyes, “whatever. I don’t care what you do with her anyway.”
“Sure.”
The girls fall back into an awkward silence until Bea feels sleep creeping up on her. Just as she closes her eyes, she hears Poppy’s voice.
“Bea, you awake?”
“Hmm?” Bea humans quietly.
“You awake?” Poppy whispers.
“Yeah, I am,” she replies, fighting back a yawn, “what’s up?”
“What do you wanna do once college is over?”
Bea purses her lips in thought, “it’s kinda stupid, you’ll laugh.”
“I probably will but tell me anyways.”
Bea lets out a short laugh, “I've always wanted to own a restaurant.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Bea turns over to face Poppy, she can only make out a few of her features in the dark, but she sees Poppy’s big brown doe eyes staring straight into hers, “I’ve found food as my comfort. My family loved to cook, and growing up on a farm meant we were surrounded by fresh ingredients everywhere. My mom actually taught me how to cook and I’ve been using them as guinea pigs to test out new recipes ever since.” Bea can see a smile appearing on Poppy’s face and can’t help but smile back as she reminisces about the past. “So what about you?”
“My fate has already been written out for me. Take over the Min Sinclair business and rule the world basically.”
“Is that it? You’ve never had any other dream?” Poppy shrugs. “Come on, there must be something.”
Poppy sighs, “I like to draw.”
“Really? Do you have anything you can show me?”
“As if Farmsville, it’s private.”
“Fine, it was worth a try.”
The girls fall back into silence, only this time it isn’t awkward, it’s almost refreshing. After that night, their nights weren’t always physical, sometimes they would sit there and talk about everything and nothing, and they shared things even their closest friends didn’t even know about each other.
*Present*
“I was not jealous.”
“Fine, whatever you say.”
As the date continues, Poppy visibly relaxes, enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant as well as the company, as soon she forgets all her earlier doubts and begins truly enjoying herself as she laughs along to Bea’s stupid jokes while telling a few stories and jokes herself. Once Bea pays the bill, after fighting with Poppy for five minutes about wanting to be the perfect gentlewoman, Bea takes Poppy’s hand in hers and leads her to the exit of the restaurant.
“I have a surprise for you.” She gestures to the huge blank wall at the entrance of Farmsville. “Surprise!”
Poppy raises an eyebrow confused, “it’s a blank wall wow,” she says her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well it is for now until,” she twists Poppy around, pulling her back to her front, as she whispers against her neck, “you work your magical artist skills and turn it into something beautiful.”
Poppy gasps as she turns to face Bea, “wait you’re letting me paint it?”
“Yep, even though you didn’t show me any of your work, I know you’ll do something amazing here, I’ll even pay you if you want.”
Poppy shakes her head, pulling Bea in for a long kiss, “you’re the best you know that.”
“Yeah I am pretty awesome.” Poppy grins pulling Bea in for another kiss.
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Christmas Fluff Snippet Megapost
(brought to you by your host Mooshi bc I’m stuck at home and wanna procrastinate cleaning my room :) )
Rated: G/Fluff
Relationship(s): Literally as many I can think within the span of 3 hours as they’re all basically 1 paragraph long. Feel free to read whichever ones you want I’m making word soup rn. We smackin’ tonight kings, queen, and royals in between😌😭✨
All relationships can be whatever universe you want, unless stated otherwise. Have a good time
Also please keep in mind that I haven’t read a lot of the comics and have a limited knowledge on the cartoons bc I haven’t watched some of them, but I’ll try my best to write out the dynamic as I see it.
1) Starscream/Optimus (StarPrime) you knew we were gonna start with OTP
“I know you wanted to visit Earth for a small vacation, but did you really have to choose the coldest of Earth months to visit?”, Starscream said with borderline disgust as he stared at the snow at the bottom of their ship, the only redeeming thing about the environment was the setting sun.
He kneeled down and scooped up a pile of snow, watching it crumble away between his digits. His internal heating system kicking into overdrive to compensate, little puffs of steam floating into the air. It wasn’t that it was cold, the issue was how wet it would be. The mess that would be made inside their circuits and the water dripping from exposed wiring made Starscream shiver.
“No, I didn’t have to but Earth has such a happy culture this time of year and I wanted to share that with you. I think you’ll like Christmas. Cheer up, let’s take a walk.” , Optimus planted a small peck on the side of Starscream’s helm and stepped outside, the soft crunch of snow following the Prime.
Starscream reluctantly stepped into the snow and groaned with how much water his sensors were already detecting, “How happy could this holiday possibly be with frozen condensation falling from the sky and getting into your circuits?”
“Well, according to what can be found on the internet, it’s an annual religious festival, but most humans use it as a time to see loved ones and celebrate their love for one another.”, Optimus took Starscream’s servo and interlaced it with his own, removing his battle mask to reveal a soft smile with blue optics to match, “and besides you can take a warm lather in the washracks later while I warm up some energon. I know you like watching Earth movies every once in a while.”
Starscream really couldn’t argue with his conjux and just vented out more heat, the puff leaving a trail of white steam as it floated into the evening sky. If being on a mud ball planet meant Optimus would be relaxed then he supposed it would be worth getting his circuits drenched for. Honestly, doing anything was worth it if it meant his Prime would stop thinking about his responsibilities even for just a cycle.
“Your strobes are blinking by the way.”
Starscream stopped walking and flapped his wings into view then dipped them low, brushing it off.
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t.”, Optimus rolled his optics and laughed, holding his conjux’s servo a little tighter.
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2) Knockout/Breakdown (KOBD)
“Merry Christmas Knockout!”, Breakdown burst into the Medbay with a clumsily wrapped box.
Knockout nearly dropped his datapad and jumped from the sudden intrusion, his servo switched out for his buzz saw until he saw who it was.
“Breakdown!”, Knockout vented out and transformed his servo back, “Don’t scare me like that so suddenly.”
“I’m sorry, but I just wanted to finally give you this. I knew you just had to have it when I saw it and I really hope you like it.”
“All is forgiven. Thank you.”, Knockout casually tore away at the wrapping and lifted the lid, his optics glowing brighter.
“Well...do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it!”, Knockout unfolded the white stripe vinyl inside to it’s full length, laughing with a full smile, “You always know just what to get me!”
He put his gift down on the examination table and went to go hug his conjux, climbing up a little to properly plant a kiss.
As high as the mood was brought up, it was quickly shot down again.
“Wait, I’m not done with your gift yet.”, Knockout left for his datapad and scrolled through something.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to give me one. Your company is the only gift I need.”, Breakdown tried to comfort his conjux, but Knockout held out a servo to stop him.
“That’s a sweet sentiment, but it doesn’t feel fair if I had my gift before yours is even done and I don’t want you seeing it while it’s incomplete.”
“I’m sure I’ll like it even if it’s unfinished. The thought matters more than what it is. Can you tell me what it is?”
“Are you sure?”
Breakdown nodded excitedly.
Knockout sighed and handed over the datapad, “It’s only about 75% of the way done, but it’s a transcription of that Earth book you wanted to read but couldn’t find an online PDF version of it.”
Breakdown scrolled through the pages of words and felt his frame melt.
“I know it’s not as good as what you gave me but—”
“I love it!”, He lifted Knockout off the ground and squeezed, “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome but watch the paint!”
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3) Bumblebee/Blitzwing (TFA Blitzbee)
Bumblebee wasn’t one for snow to be perfectly honest. Sure, making snowmen and having snowball fights with Sari were fun, but he mostly did those activities to make her happy as her best friend. The frosty windows on the base served as another reminder as to why he liked to stay inside where it was warm and there was plenty of oil to drink, so it was rather ironic when he started seeing a mech who could make ice and enjoyed just burying himself in the frozen stuff.
“Come outside my little bee~”
Random sang softly and taunted him from outside the Autobot base. The heat from Blitzwing’s system fogging up the window further. Everyone else in the base had retreated back to their rooms for the night, leaving Bee free to do what he wanted in the living room. At least, he would be if there wasn’t a giant beige and purple bot trying to get him outside.
“No way Blitzbrain. It’s beyond freezing out there. I’m not locking up my servos just so you can eat street snow again.”
Bumble whispered harshly and opened the window, a gush of frozen air creeped their way through the cracks of his frame. His central heating system kicked online.
Random’s glossa slithered out of his intake, “Aww why not?”
“Because it’s gross. And that’s saying something when it comes from me!”
Vrrrr.
“I suppose that’s true.”, Icy’s lips pouted outward as he pressed his digits to his chin. His sharp features standing out in the crisp darkness of the night, “But aren’t you the one always wanting to go out? Why is it so different this time?”
“Because time impossible to drive in snow and I don’t wanna deal with traffic.”
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“So?”
Vrrrr.
“So why don’t you want to come out here and spend some time away from this stupid base you tiny bug bot!”
Bee held a digit to his intake, “I’m right here idiot, you’ll wake everyone up and then they’ll see you and then we’ll have to fight.”
Vrrrr.
“You’re afraid of the snow aren’t you.”
“What? No. That’s not—I’m not afraid of it are you kidding me? Only sparklings are afraid of stupid things like that.”
“Ok, so you just don’t like the cold.”
“So what if I don’t?”
“Even if you can’t drive, it’s still a nice night for flying.”
Bumblebee’s optics widened, “Flying?”
“Yes. Calm winds, clear skies, no organics or bots in the streets, what more could you wait for?”
“You’re gonna take me flying?”, Bee’s voice rose in pitch and he looked up at his mechfriend with stars in his eyes.
Vrrrr.
“If you keep repeating the same thing I’ll crush you with this wall!”
Vrrrr.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen something go splat!”
Random laughed at his own morbid thought.
“Ok, first of all, don’t crush me. You’re like three times my size, you don’t need a wall. Second, as long as I don’t have to get my servos wet I’ll be there in a nanoklik.”
Bumblebee gave a quick peck before racing away to touch himself up a little for his small impromptu date.
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4) Megatron/Soundwave (MegaWave)
Megatron was busy. Again.
Soundwave didn’t mind it much as he just worked on his reports, but deep in his spark he really hoped he would’ve made some time to be with him. There was no such luck unfortunately. Soundwave knew his leader was always busy which is what made their small times together all the more special and intimate. Nobody ever saw the side of the warlord that he did and he was quite proud of that. It made him feel special.
>Soundwave.
A private communication line blipped open from Megatron. What convenient timing.
>Yes, Lord Megatron?
>I need you to send a message to Shockwave about the latest export of energon. There will be a delay because of Autobot meddling, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple earth cycles to have everything in order.
>Message received. Will be sent as soon as possible.
>Good. By the way Soundwave, I’ve left something for you in your desk compartment. Consider it a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done staying loyal to the Decepticons.
>Understood. Thank you Lord Megatron.
With that, the line cut off and Soundwave was left alone again in the communication center. His optics glanced over at the large compartment in his desk and opened it. Inside he found a small stack of datapads and one single use datapad filled out.
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‘To: Soundwave
Silent as a thief in the night
You crept into my spark and took flight
Your visor so full of mystery
Yet take away much of my misery
In war there is treachery
In war there is loyalty
No words could ever be strung to say how much you mean to me
Merry Christmas,
From Megatron
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A/N: I’m done with this post. Whoop. 4 short stories in one post. This is all I could crank out in a few hours. I didn’t anticipate this day to be so busy for me😭😭. I’ve been hanging out with family and dropping off gifts for friends at their door step. You can kinda tel I gave up at the end and poems aren’t really my thing. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow, so just pretend that whatever I post tomorrow was done today. Tell me what you think and have a nice night. I’m gonna pass out now. Mwah.
AND YES WHEN I WRITE MEGS IN ANY FIC HE IS A MUSHY BASTARD WHEN HES NOT AN ASS HAT AND THATS ON SOFT BASTARDS😌✨✨
#transformers#unimooshi#starscream#optimus prime#starop#starprime#kobd#knockout#breakdown#tfp#fanfiction#fanfic#bumblebee#blitzwing#blitzbee#bumbleblitz#megatron#soundwave#MegaWave#megawave#honestly I’m just tired I’ll finish it tomorrow#pretend it’s all in one day😭😭
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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚
I have just been sad recently and feeling like shit so enjoy this. I am not romanticizing depression and all that jazz, but i've been feeling like shit and I want Taehyung to comfort me rn.
Genre: fluff, angst(not really)
Pairing: Taehyung x sad! Gender neutral! reader
Au: (very affectionate) best friends to lovers
Warnings: mentions of being suicidal, Taehyung is trying to comfort the reader, reader is literally sad for no reason but for a reason at the same time, spicy(?), swear words
I sit in the corner of my room with a pair of sweats and a hoodie. My headphones are turned up loud to block out the sound of my family having fun in the other room.
Maybe I should try playing Among Us? No, none of my friends want me. They all hate me so why do I even try. I should just end it all, nobody would care that i'm gone anyway.
Just as I was lost in thought, and on the verge of tears, my mom opens the door. I pause my music and take my headphones out. "Sweetie. Your friend is here." I stare at her, emotionless. She walks away and Taehyung comes in and closes the door.
He sits next to me and says nothing. Even though he's just wearing a grey jacket, white shirt, and black sweatpants, he's still beautiful. "Are you okay?"
Those words. Those damn words.
I burst into tears causing Taehyung to jump and wrap his arms around me. I sob into his shoulder, leaving a dark wet mark on his jacket. He rubs my back and rocks us back and forth. I grab a hold of the zippers on his jacket, desprately trying to pull him closer. "Everything is going wrong." I weep, causing him to hold onto me tighter. "What's going wrong, baby? Please tell me, what's going wrong." I shake my head at him trying his hardest to comfort me.
"Everyone hates me. I hate myself. I don't want to suffer anymore. Tae, I'm done with everything." I finally snuck my arms around his waist, gripping at his white shirt. Taehyung held onto me while I cried allowing me to calm down. He keeps his arms around me and runs his fingers through my hair. "Nobody hates you, y/n. In fact, I love you so much. You are my best friend and I don't want to lose you. Don't give up please."
I pull away from him and use my sleeves to wipe my tears. "I'm sorry Tae for soiling your jacket." I sniffle, trying to change the subject. "You're okay, no need to apologize." He stands up and holds his hand out. "Come on, let's go." I tilt my head to the side to show my confusion. I hestitantly take his hand and we leave my house, going to his car. "Tae, where are we going?" I say, wiping any extra tears. He starts the car and buckles himself.
"It's a surprise." He smiles and starts driving. I roll my eyes and look out the window. During the drive, we sit in a comfortable silence. I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.
"Hey wake up. We're here." Taehyung shakes me awake. My eyes slowly open and I look at his smiling face. I nod and unbuckle my seat belt. We both exit the car and I look around. "You really just.. You really drove all the way out here and for what?" I look at him while he smiles and puts his hands in his pockets. He drove me two miles away from my house, to the park we met at. I was staying with my friend m/f/n (male friend name) and we decided to go for a walk in the dark. Taehyung and Jimin were on the swings. He decided we should go talk to the boys on the swings.
"Because I love you. When I got the call from your mom that you were sad, I knew exactly what I needed to do." Tears start to form in my eyes and he walks towards me. He places one hand on my hip and the other on my cheek, wiping away fallen tears. Taehyung slowly leans in and I meet him halfway.
I close my eyes and try to pull myself closer to him. The warmth coming from his body comforts my cold one. He smiles against the kiss before pulling away. He rests his forehead on mine and holds my waist with both his hands. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much." My cheeks start to heat up and I give him a quick peck. "I love you too, Tae. I love you more than anything." He smiles again giving me a big hug.
I've always love his hugs. He's always so warm and comforting. He pulls away and grabs my hand, leading me towards the playground. We climb up onto the overhang and stare up at the sky. "I remember you, me, m/f/n, and Jimin were up here and you were trying your hardest to point out the different stars, but couldn't see the stars and remember the names." I giggle, as he wraps his arm around me.
"That's such a random thing to be able to remember." I cuddle into him, and he rubs my shoulder. "Can you tell me some of the stars and constelations now?" He looks at me with dilated pupils. It's either because it's dark or he really does love me. I smile and leave a quick kiss on his lips before looking up at the pitch black sky again.
"See those three stars? That's Orion's belt," I point up at the sky and he nods, "See those seven stars right there?"
"Yeah, I see them, kinda."
"Those are the seven sisters. Orion fell in love with the seven sisters and basically stalks them." I inform him, causing him to smile. "That's really creepy." Taehyung laughs kisses my head. "See that bright star?" Taehyung nods again. "That's actually not a star. That's Jupiter."
"Really? I always thought that was just a really bright star. How can you tell?" My heart starts to pound a heavier than before. Does he really care or is he just pretending like everyone else does?
"Well, if you look at stars, they kind of look as if they're changing colour. That's them 'twinkling' I guess. If you look at Jupiter, it's not twinkling." He makes and 'ah' sound to show understanding. Idoubt he actually cares, but being here with him and talking about space is better than being at home locked away in my room, crying.
"You're incredibly special, you know that? Like in a good way. It's really cute how you can just tell me all these things about space." I giggle at his compliment. "You're literally so precious, Tae. I'm such a shit person, why is the world suddenly trying to reward me after punishing me?" I sit up, to stop myself from crying again. "Maybe because you're not a shit person. You are literally such a sweet and kind person, it almost seems impossible for you to exist." He sits up next to me and I look at him.
He leans in again for a sweet and passionate kiss. I fall backward and he grips my waist as the kiss gets a little more rough. "Fuck, I love you," Taehyung pants between the kiss. The sloppy kiss comes to an end after his phone starts ringing.
It's my mom.
He answers the phone on speaker, "Hey, y/m/n." He greets, with a big smile on his face. "How are they? Is y/n okay?"
"Yeah, they're okay! I promise you everything is okay, they are okay." He's quick to reasurre my mom, and I lay my head on his shoulder. "Are they coming home tonight?" Worry fills her voice.
I shake my head and Taehyung nods. "Yeah, I'll be driving them home in a second." He places a soft and quiet kiss on my forehead and smiles at my pouting face. "Okay, thank you Taehyung. Please keep them safe."
"I will." They both hang up and Taehyung goes to jump off the over hang.
We get into his car and sit there for a second. "I love you, Tae." I grab a hold of his hand. "I love you more, y/n."
He starts the car and we start driving. I look out the window and smile when Taehyung starts to hum. After a little while, we pull up in front of my house.
"Y/n!" My mom comes rushing over to us and gives me a big hug. I give her a small smile before walking to my room with Taehyung following me. I collalpse onto my bed and Taehyung laughs. I quickly get under my blanket and he kneels down to press a soft kiss against my forehead. "Goodnight, Y/n. I love you." He smiles and stands up. I quickly grab his hand and he looks back at me.
"Stay with me." I manage to say, attempting to stay awake. He gives me a small smile and climbs into my bed next to me. "I'll stay with you. I love you, my precious baby."
"I love you more." Taehyung wraps his warm arms around my body and holds me close.
Maybe life is worth living for after all...
#kimtaehyung#kim taehyung#v#taehyung#bts#bangtan#fanfiction#oneshot#kim taehyung fanfiction#x reader#fluff#taehyung fluff#taehyung is so cute#bangtan sonyeondan
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hi, I’m a huge fan of your writings !! sorry if you’re not receiving requests rn but can you do a pt2 for jongho!mafia au x anything related to family/pregnancy etc? thank you and I wish you a great day/night! :)
Thank you for liking all that I write! It really means a lot!! I hope you enjoy! Also sorry for being extremely m.i.a. uni has kept me b u s y. I also got really soft writing this and I just wanna scream because now I need to just see ATEEZ go to like a daycare for a day and play with other babies.
Old Habits
Part 1: Black Hour Warnings: mafia affiliated acts, cussing, death, implied mention of sex (but there is none I promise), no-mercy violence, partial psychotic break(?) Featuring: ATEEZ word count: 6965
You pull the tight black turtle neck down your head and quickly push your arms through the sleeves in order to push away the static your hair gains. You tuck your shirt quickly into your black army pants and tie the laces on your boots before moving over to your weapons closet you have in your room. You first pull off the newly reformed bullet proof vest and strap it onto your body. You then begin to hand pick out the explosives you were asked to bring along for your mission tonight.
You kept your promise with Jongho and stopped all the nonsense, ruckus, and raids. Jongho did, however, find use for you on his team and that’s where he placed you after you both recovered from the Black Hour incident. Since then the two of you actually wed and are now husband and wife, and both of you are content about it. You are happy Jongho finally came around after putting your differences aside. You had actually asked on your wedding night if he could your differences aside and he was taken back at your request. He had put his hatred towards you aside the day you came to get him from the prison, and he felt bad that it still seemed like he could not stand you. So he made a promise that night that he’d show just how much he appreciates and grows to love you every single day.
A knock on your door doesn’t pull you from your train of thought as you go over your list of explosives and make sure they’re ready to go and not loose enough to explode on you.
“We don’t leave for another two hours,” Jongho’s voice cuts the silence.
“I know. But I just need something to do. I feel antsy just waiting,” you respond, turning you head and softly smiling at him. You return back to your toys, and change a couple of them out as Jongho walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you and they sit lightly on your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel his warm lips leave a kiss on your cheek which causes you to smile sweetly but you continue to focus on your task. You continue to feel his lips trace down your chin and to your neck, causing you to slightly giggle because how ticklish you can be.
“Jongho,” you warn while trying to shoo him off.
“Yes?” He asks as if there is nothing wrong.
“Not now. I just changed,” you tell him, “besides I’m not going to be exhausted going into this. Tonight.”
“Fine,” Jongho pouts as he lets go of you. You smile sweetly at your husband, who’s currently acting like a little toddler, and give him a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing all the explosives and placing them into your one strapped backpack that’s resting on the ground. As you bend down to carefully place all the little bombs into your bag you feel Jongho’s hand smack your ass. You drop a handful of the bombs into the bag before standing up looking at the giggling boy who’s already running out the door.
“Jongho!” You holler and chase him out of the bedroom and down the hallway. You can hear his laughs echoing off the walls and you follow him down the staircase. To beat him down you sit on the railing and slide down. You jump and tackle him to the ground just past the bottom of the stairs.
“Ha!” You laugh as you have him pinned down. You hold his wrists to the floor as you basically straddle his waist to keep him pinned down.
“You sure?” Jongho asks before pushing you off and pinning you down to the floor. Instead of needing both his hands to pin your wrists to the floor he only uses one while the other lightly grabs ahold oh your chin.
“AHHHHHH! AGAIN? COME ON! YOU HAVE A ROOM!” Wooyoung screeches as he walks out of the kitchen and immediately covers his eyes.
“Oh shut up. We’re just messing around,” Jongho rolls his eyes.
“You said that last time too!” Wooyoung counters.
“Wooyoung this is OUR house,” you tell him.
“And I’m forced to live here with everyone else on the team. Nice try,” Wooyoung sasses.
“You can look! We aren’t doing anything!” Jongho tells him as he climbs off of you and helps you sit up.
“I don’t trust you,” Wooyoung answers. You grab a magazine sitting on a nearby small circular table and throw it at Wooyoung hitting him in the head.
“Hey!” Wooyoung trips back and looks at you. You shrug and push your self off the floor and brush yourself off and straighten your shirt which slightly twisted. Jongho joins you and stands up as well. Before Jongho follows Wooyoung into the conference room you smack his ass in return for earlier and he yelps.
“Ooooh. You’re in for it later,” Jongho points at you as he laughs. He smirks before disappearing into the conference room. You take a deep breath and turn to head back to the staircase to finish packing your explosives.
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You cough as you hurry away from mission point, having completed your part of the mission. All your explosives were put to good use, although it’s not how you probably would of done it before you stopped your raids. You run down the pitch black road that’s on the more abandon side of town and head to your checkpoint stop. You breathe heavily as you continue to keep your fast pace although you’re tired, slightly cut, and bruised from the slight ambush you had when everybody first arrived. You push yourself to your checkpoint and slow yourself to a jog then a walk as you approach the abandon orphanage. You see bright car headlights heading in your direction and you hurry down the side of a building and flatten yourself against the wall and wait for the car to pass… but it doesn’t.
You poke your head out of the side and watch as the car sits in front of the orphanage, the car lights on low, so you’re able to see. You watch as someone gets out of the car, heads to the back, pull something out, and carry it possibly to the door step of the orphanage, but your view is slightly restricted. You can’t see much beyond the front steps to the building.
But why would someone bring something to an abandon building? Unless your team was wrong about it being abandoned? You watch as the person returns to their car and quickly gets in and turns their bright lights back on and you pull yourself behind the wall again and you hear the car speed down the street and you watch it pass by you. You count to ten before poking your head out. You cautiously walk up to your checkpoint and your head perks up when you hear crying… well almost screaming. But you recognized it as a child’s. You hurry up the steps but cautiously to not scare the kid.
But you’re almost taken aback when you see more of an infant laying on the old worn down mat wrapped loosely in a thin blanket. You slightly begin to panic but you crouch down in front of the baby and slowly pick it up as you shush it. You try to wrap it a little better in the blanket without thrashing it around, and you continue to hush the baby. You stand up and even try to lightly bounce the baby which calms it’s cries a little. You look down at the little infant in your arms as it cries and make the assumptions it’s got to at least be a year old or just over, but you are no doctor to confirm.
After waiting the hour your told to, the baby has fallen asleep from it’s own exhaustion. You sit on the stairs looking down at the baby unsure what you should do with it. The person who brought it here seemed to no longer want it. But it could of been kidnapped and its’ parents could be worried sick for it. You take another deep sigh but your attention is grabbed by a van pulling up to the house. You stand up and cautiously walk to the car. You give a notion to have someone open the door and you step in and take a seat immediately ‘shhhing’ everyone.
“Is that a baby?” Yoesang gasps.
“Yes. I watched someone abandon it as I approached the checkpoint,” you whisper, “I couldn’t just leave it there.”
“Wait till Jongho see’s this,” Yeosang nervously tells you.
“I’m going to look into it being possibly kidnapped or anything related because I don’t think you keep a baby this long and then just abandon it for dead. That orphanage was deserted,” you explain to him. You look down at the baby and watch it as it sleeps peacefully.
“Will you keep a look out on missing babies for me?” You ask Yeosang who nods his head. Yeosang even peeks over your shoulder, watching the baby sleep. San even leans forward and over the seat to look at the baby as well.
“What if this baby isn’t missing and someone did actually abandon it?” San asks quietly.
You sigh, “I don’t know. I mean…. I-“
“We know you can’t and would love to keep it,” Yeosang answers for you knowing well that you can’t have kids of your own. You sigh again and you look out the window, familiar scenery coming into view.
“I’ll head in first and tell everyone to shut the hell up,” San tells you as he hops out of the back of the van when it comes to a stop in front of the mansion. You watch him head inside and you wait with Yeosang for a minute before heading in. Yeosang opens the door and you walk in and you watch as the rest of the team’s eyes practically fall out of their eye sockets, especially Jongho’s.
“Where did you find that?” Jongho points to the baby.
“Someone abandoned it at my checkpoint just before I got there. I saw everything. I couldn’t leave it there,” you tell him, “I asked Yeosang to keep an eye out for missing babies just incase.”
“Y/N, we need to take it somewhere where someone can actually take care of it,” Jongho tells you with sincerity in his voice as he already knows that you’ll want to keep it if it’s not missing.
“Jongho,” you voice breaks as you look at the baby then at him tears in your eyes, “you know there is nothing more I want in the world, and I can’t physically do it.” Jongho inhales a sharp breath in remembering when you had been kidnapped as young teen and were tortured to the point where people had damaged several of your organs and you lost both your ovaries due to it. You had also lost one kidney and almost even lost your liver but that was barely saved.
You watch as Jongho can’t find a thought out response to give you and even trips as he begins to start several sentences, and you storm off towards your room, the baby cradled in your arms. You rest the baby on the bed and quickly change out of your work attire and into a hoodie and shorts. You pick the baby once again and slowly climb into your side of the bed and prop your pillows up and rest the child on your chest.
“You’re a pretty heavy sleeper,” you whisper as your lightly brush some of the hair on the top of its head. You feel a couple of hot tears rush down your face and you take a shaky breath in before exhaling.
“He doesn’t understand,” you whisper to yourself.
“I do, Y/N,” Jongho quietly states hearing you as he enters the room, standing just at the door.
“You sure?” You slightly snap, “because it doesn’t seem like that.” Jongho almost winces at your harsh tone and the look in his eyes drop even more.
“Y/N,” Jongho starts.
“I don’t want to hear it, Jongho,” you tell him and you wipe more tears that fall from your eyes, “at least not tonight.”
“Okay,” Jongho quietly whispers. You look down at the baby and you hear the door close. You let more tears fall down your cheeks and just allow them to this time. You eventually shift the baby into the space next to you and lay down fully. You turn your body to face the baby and fall asleep.
———
You slightly stir in your sleep before eventually waking yourself up. You open your eyes and slightly push your upper body off the mattress and run your left hand through your messy and tangled hair to get it out of your face. You turn too look at the other side of the bed and your heart drops, and you begin to panic as the baby isn’t laying on the bed next to you. You scramble and fall out of your bed with a out thud and begin scrambling around the entire room before running outside. You know exactly who you were heading to, and you stormed your way.
“Jongho!” You scream. You run down the stairs and hurry into his office but it’s empty. You close the door and you turn around and almost bump into Yeosang.
“Where. Is. He,” you demand from the quiet boy. Yeosang’s eyes widen in fear and he points towards the kitchen. You brush past Yeosang and storm into the kitchen and Yeosang tries to call out for your name.
“JONG-“ you stop yourself when you watch Jongho turn to face you, the baby in his arms as he stands in the middle of a messy kitchen.
“Y/N,” Yeosang calls your name and you turn to him slightly still distressed, “there are currently no reports of missing babies or children that match him.” He hands you the missing children’s papers he found and you look over them.
“I would like a small team on this please. Find these kids,” you tell him as you hand him back the four papers. He nods his head and exits the kitchen. You then turn back to Jongho and look at him.
“Why in the hell would you give me a scare like that?” You demand from him.
“I didn’t want him waking you up. You need your sleep,” Jongho tells you as he slowly moves about the kitchen while holding the baby.
“Let me see him,” you pout. Jongho lightly laughs and hands him over. You carefully take him and hold him gently in your arms as he slightly sits on your hip.
“Hi,” you whisper to him. The baby stares back at you, his brown eyes seem even lighter than yesterday.
“I’m starting to wonder if you love that baby more than me,” Jongho states as he continues to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
“Oh, stop. You’re just jealous,” you tease as you shift the little human in your arms.
“I totally am,” Jongho sarcastically responds. You walk over to him and hit him in the arm and pick up something to eat from one of the bowls on the counter.
“Hey!” Jongho playfully snaps and you shrug your shoulders smiling cheekily.
“Yes?” You innocently ask. Jongho gives you a “your kidding, right” face before lightly laughing and running up to you to kiss you.
“You guys are so gross,” Wooyoung calls from the kitchen table. The two of you stop and turn towards the purple haired boy who’s trying to eat his food in an awkward space.
“How long have you been there?” Jongho asks.
“When am I not in the kitchen?” Wooyoung counters as he takes another bite of his pop tart.
“You need to go do something with San or bully Seonghwa,” you tell him.
“I’ll do that later,” Wooyoung brushes you off. You roll your eyes and turn on your heels and head out of the kitchen with Jongho on your tail.
“What does your day look like?” You ask Jongho as you head into your living room and take a seat on the floor, setting the baby down who instantly begins crawling off.
“I’ve got a few things to take care of that have to do with last night. After San says he needs help with something. I still don’t know what but I’m probably not going to like it,” Jongho sighs. You nod your head and turn your head to check on the infant who’s now running away.
“Hey!” You call and chase after the little baby who begins laughing when he hears you. You pick him up and swing him around to run back towards where you were sitting. The baby instantly starts running off giggling again.
“I assume you’ll be busy with him today?” Jongho asks smiling as he watches the baby run towards him. You nod your head and take a seat on the couch. The baby watches you and tries his best to try climbing the couch. Jongho laughs helping him up and giving you one last kiss before leaving towards his office.
“Well hello,” you say brightly at the little infant who plops to a sitting position on the couch after realizing the couch is a softer surface, “now what are we going to name you?”
———
“Are you sure we need all of this?” Jongho asks looking at everything San had bought and stored in the garage.
“Jongho. I’m pretty sure that if this baby was kidnapped, then it would of been reported missing by now,” San tells him. Jongho sighs and nods his head.
“Okay. You boys have this all set up I’ll keep Y/N busy. But you do know you have like an hour because she catches on to things quickly,” Jongho tells him.
“Already ahead of you. Everyone already knows what they are doing,” San informs. Jongho pats him on the back before heading inside the house to find you.
“Oh Y/N,” Jongho calls in a sugary voice.
“Okay, you clearly want something that I’m not going to willingly give,” you sigh as you walk out of your studio room, the baby sitting on your hip. Jongho’s mouth drops in shock to your response and his eyebrows even slightly raise.
“What mak- never mind,” Jongho starts, “I was going to find you and see if you would like to go buy some clothes for the baby. He’s been in that since last night.” You instantly light up and agree.
“Hold him while I go put actual clothes on. I can not go out in my pjs,” you tell him before sprinting upstairs to change. Jongho slightly begins to bounce the baby he’s holding to keep it entertained and even talks to it quietly.
“You have a good day? Yeah?” He asks as the boy reaches out for Jongho’s hand. Jongho hears a couple of stifled laughs and turns around to find Wooyoung and San carrying in a large box while trying not to laugh at their “oh so fearsome leader”.
“You better move before I split your heads like apples,” Jongho warns and the boy’s’ eyes widen and they quickly leave the room. You finally return in a new set of clothes and even brought one of your too small and old cardigans.
“Hand me Minjoon,” you tell Jongho.
“Minjoon? You decided a name?” Jongho asks as he hands him over.
“Yeah. I like it. He’ll grow into it,” you tell him as you brightly smile at Minjoon. You manage to place him in the cardigan, although it’s just more wrapped around him if anything. You begin to head towards the garage but Jongho pulls you to walk out the front door with him. You instantly find it a little odd that he wants to go out the front door.
“I know you’re hiding something. But I’ll just let it play out,” you tell him as he opens the front door.
“This has to be your new record,” Jongho laughs and the two of you head to a car already waiting in the horseshoe driveway. Jongho opens the back door for you and helps you in before climbing in himself. Jongho gives the driver the location and the car shifts into drive.
“Have you told Chaeyoung yet?” Jongho asks, knowing that you tell your best friend everything.
“Yeah. She actually came over a little while ago on her free time. It was a short visit but you know she’s busy running things internationally,” you answer him.
“Do you want me to pull her from that position to keep her closer?” Jongho offers.
“No, no, no, no. She loves what she’s doing and she likes being busy,” you decline immediately. Jongho nods his head and looks out the windshield window. Minjoon makes little noises which captures your attention and you let him grab onto a couple of your fingers.
Jongho helps you out of the car when it pulls up to the first baby clothing store he could think of that you might like… well San gave him a list and this place was written first, so here you are. He follows you inside and the two of you begin looking for clothes.
“We are not putting him in a leather jacket,” you tell Jongho for the fourth time as he’s already shown you ten leather jackets.
“Oh come on,” Jongho whines.
“It is the middle of summer! He’ll melt!” You tell him as you turn to face another rack of clothes. Jongho audibly huffs and looks down at the three leather jackets in his hand.
“I don’t know why she’ll telling me no,” Jongho mumbles, “I’m the one buying it all.” He then goes to face you again, “Y/N. We can get him two and he can wear them when the heat co- Y/N?” Jongho looks at the spot you were standing in not even ten seconds ago, but you’re no longer there. Or anywhere in the near by area. Jongho turns on his heels and looks in every direction.
“Y/N?” Jongho calls out but there is no response. As he tries to decide on which way to head to begin looking for her, he hears a scream coming from an isle not to far from him. Out of instinct he heads that way but only to find you knocked out, some blood coming out of a cut from your head.
“Y/N!” Jongho yells and pushes past everyone. He looks over your face and quickly checks your pulse, then he realizes.
“Where’s Minjoon?” He quickly looks up and around, “has anyone seen a baby boy? Black hair. Big light brown eyes. My son isn’t here.” A couple people in the small crowd begin checking other isles and the areas around. Jongho returns to trying to wake you up.
“Come on Y/N,” he begs, a chill running down his back which is rare. Your eyes slowly begin to open, and you blink a few times while slowly beginning to move around.
“Wha-“
“You’re okay. You got hit,” Jongho whispers helping you sit up, “do you know who hit you?”
“I’m not sure. I need a minute,” you tell him. You raise you hand to your head but wince as your hand brushes against the cut on your forehead.
“It’s just a cut. Come on. We need to get back,” Jongho whispers and helps you fully up. You, still in a daze, nod your head and let him guide you outside and to your car. Once the two of you are in the car and it’s pulling out onto the highway, realization hits you real quick.
“Where’s Minjoon?” You ask looking around the car before stopping on Jongho who looks like he might just fear for his life.
“The person who hit you most likely took him,” Jongho cautiously tells you. You feel your body tremble in horror. Your heart shatters and falls, and your emotions quickly flood you. Before you could even do anything Jongho is on the phone.
“I need you to find the security footage for that, Hongjoong. I want it before we are home. I also want the assailant identified,” Jongho tells him, “because we all know what’s going to happen.” You know exactly what Jongho’s talking about. It’s the scariest thing your city has ever seen. The scariest thing Jongho and the rest of his team have ever seen, and they only ever saw it once.
And that’s when Y/N cracks. Loses all sanity and goes on a rampage.
You’ve always threatened people if they are to ever touch anyone you love they would die horrifically. Nobody ever tested that till the Black Hour incident last year. There were a few other occasions where you got close to breaking and even severally injured people so others could learn their lesson.
But you know Jongho is right. You’re going to break as soon as you get your eyes on a target. It’s going to be game over, and no one is capable of stopping you.
“Yeah,” Jongho sighs, “we’ll figure something out. Most likely not. We’ll be going into this blind. Be ready.” Jongho ends his call with Hongjoong, and the two of you wait in a tense silence the rest of the way back to the house. Your emotions growing with your anger and Jongho can sense the change in atmosphere. So when the two of you arrive to the house he let’s you storm inside first. Jongho quickly following after you.
All the boys stand ready to go whenever, and Hongjoong is already holding out a couple pieces of paper. His hands slightly shaking because of his impending fear you might just sucker punch him if you’re mad enough. You take the papers from him instantly and look over them. The first paper a clear picture of a location- probably where this person is. When you pull out the second piece of paper from behind the first you feel everything just drop. The easily recognizable picture of the prison president’s face and a background check on the second piece of paper.
“He’s not dead,” you state, “I watched them bury him. I saw the autopsy report. I wanted to make sure!” You’re fuming at this point and everyone has taken at least 3 steps away from you but Wooyoung- who’s still within two feet of you which is ballsy. You swing your fist and put it through the wall right next to Wooyoung’s head, but he doesn’t flinch.
“Well are we going?” Wooyoung asks, face and voice unwavering from the pervious moment.
“Hell yeah we are. You got 30 seconds boys to be on your bikes,” you tell them all before storming your way to your special garage in the house. You grab your secret emergency bag not even Jongho knows about, your bullet proof jacket, and motorbike helmet. You put all three on before opening your garage already sitting on your bike ready to race as soon as the garage opens. You look down at the location, and map it out quickly in your head.
Just as the garage door is just open enough you zoom out of the room, race down the driveway, and onto the street in record speed. You soon have eight other motorbikes following in suit, and they are having no trouble keeping up with you. You take streets that you know will be closer to empty but even still you weave in and out of cars. You block out all noise and focus on when you need to turn and how much time you have left. In your head you have this mental clock and if you reach zero before your destination, it’s not going to be good wherever you are. Because half the city can go down along with this location, you’re got no problem making that happen if it means you got to make a statement to everyone. Because clearly not everyone knows your memo.
You swing your bike to a quick halt and jump off. You pull your helmet and carry it with you as you calmly approach one of the many abandoned buildings on the more “quiet” side of town.
“She’s way too calm,” San states.
“Nobody gets to laugh if I actually shit myself,” Mingi states as he pulls his helmet off his head.
“This might just be worse than last time,” Jongho looks over at them as he climbs off his bike, taking his first few steps towards the building the rest of the seven boys in tow.
“Yeah, how did you survive last time? We watched that place go down,” Yeosang says. Jongho doesn’t answer as he stops, ten feet from you. The other stop behind Jongho and they all watch as you just stare at the door. You wait, inhaling and exhaling. Your mental clock finally counting down to zero. You look up and with a devilish smile on your face you turn around. Your smile alone terrifies all the boys.
“Lock and load ‘em boys,” you cheerfully state before turning on your heels. You lift up your foot and with a ear pitching scream you kick in the wooden door, taking it completely off it’s hinges and knocking the two men hiding behind it. You reach into your bag, pulling out a single tear gas bomb and throw it inside. You listen to it beep before it not only releasing tear gas but exploding immediately after sending the first room into a panic.
Now it’s time to play.
You calmly walk in pulling out your two hand guns, and without a care head into the first room. Parts are in flames, fresh littered bodies in random areas, blood splatters, and some still alive but severely injured. The eight boys follow in behind you checking their surroundings- you would think they looked like those agents from FBI shows with they way they’re moving around the room. Something you 1) do not care for 2) do not have time for. You take a look at the three different directions you can take, all potentially leading somewhere, and possibly leading you the opposite way you’re wanting to go.
“Mics on,” you tell the boys as you pull out your emergency ear com and stick it into your ear. Everyone divides up evenly into groups without discussion. Seonghwa, San, and Mingi take the door the furthest from where you all originally entered from. Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong take the hallway on the opposite wall to the first door chosen. Finally Wooyoung, Jongho, and you take the door right next to the entrance point. You can feel your body itching to just go on a rampage, and you normally would but you don’t know the layout of the building. You’re going in blind… you all are.
You take the lead and walk into the room, Wooyoung and Jongho behind you both with automatics in their hands ready to fire at any given second. The room isn’t very big, possibly a conference room, but there is another exit door which catches your eye at first, but the quiet hushes are what catch you second. In a heartbeat you turn around and tackle Jongho and Wooyoung to the floor before bullets fly through the frosted glass, sending piecing flying with the bullets. You reach into you back and pull out a small little box. You lift the lid open and throw it through a corner part of the window that remains untouched so no bullet can strike it before it lands. On impact the little box detonates and sends anybody within a seven foot radius flying, killing all within three and a half feet easily. You push yourself off the floor and slouch your body ridiculously so you’re still below the windows incase there is still anyone standing. You push open the bullet infested door and your guns click, ready to fire. But again, the room just looks similar to the first one you destroyed. You loudly huff in frustration and walk through the room looking for any other way out.
“Y/N,” Wooyoung calls. You turn on your heels and Wooyoung nods his head to a large metal plate leaning up against the wall. Jongho and him quickly push it aside, revealing a door that could potentially lead them where they need to go… or it could be a dead end. You wait for Wooyoung to pull the door open Jongho and you ready to fire but you instead are presented with a staircase leading to a second level. You immediately take the lead and rush up the stairs with no idea what could be waiting. At the top you move to one side of the staircase trying to view what’s in front of you the best you can without poking your head out, and you do the same with the other side. You walk out into the open but immediately put your guns up, pointing at the person to your right when you hear their guns load and click.
“I about blew your head off,” you growl at San. San, Seonghwa, and Mingi immediately lower their weapons in relief.
“Yeosang? Where are you guys?” You ask into your coms as a majority of everyone has managed to find their way to the second floor.
“In the basement,” Yeosang answers.
“Everyone else is on the second floor. Don’t rush up if you haven’t cleared everything,” you tell him.
“Got it,” Yeosang answers before it’s all silent again.
“We’ve already cleared everything behind us up to this point,” Seonghwa explains nodding his head backwards to indicate the area they searched. You nod you head and lead now five boys to your left as you walk through the second rest of the second floor. Room by room you clear and there is no sign of anyone.
“We’ve had to miss something,” Jongho states as you guys search the last couple of rooms. You mentally agree with him, and look up and down the small hallway.
“Wooyoung, Soenghwa, and I will double back to make sure we didn’t miss anything from the other side,” San suggests before the three quickly move out. You on the other hand have been starring at an awkward space of wall near the end of the hallway next to the emergency exit point.
“Y/N? What are you thinking?” Jongho asks, noticing your concentration on a blank wall. Instead of answering you walk down the rest of the hallway and run your hand over the wall. You then lightly knock on the wall next to the closest door and every few inches you move closer to the emergency exit sign, still lightly knocking. Then you caught it, a hollow sound. You smile and look around you quickly. You smile even wider when you find a fire extinguisher. You pull it off the wall and adjust it in your hands before slamming it into the wall creating a large hole. You continue to smash holes until you can easily pull away pieces with your hand. You walk through the small hole and you just get excited. You find the jackpot. Your target.
“Well, well, Y/N,” the man sadistically smiles sitting in a chair next to a crib, “didn’t expect you to take this long.” You tilt your head to the side and smile sweetly. But in a swift motion your pull your gun out from it’s harness and shoot the president square blank in the head. You even, for fun, put a couple… okay, maybe a dozen more bullets into his body.
“Y/N!” Jongho yells, “I think that’s enough.” You turn and look at your husband who reaches out for your gun.
“I. Want. To. Be. Sure,” you growl. Despite your anger you allow Jongho to take the gun from your hand. Jongho then walks over to the crib, you quickly following him, but your heart breaks when you notice it empty. Only a note in there.
“Ha. You killed me and don’t know where you precious little bundle of joy is. You’ll never find him,” You read. With your anger easily refueled you pull out your other gun and empty the magazine into the president’s dead body, leaving him almost unrecognizable. This time Jongho doesn’t stop you.
“We’re going to find him. Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho are still checking the basement,” Jongho tells you after your moment, “let’s go join them.” You take a deep breath and nod your head. You turn and Mingi is the first to head out of the room, you second, and Jongho closely behind you.
“Have you guys found anything?” You ask, speaking into your coms.
“We’re checking the last co- oh, Yunho found something,” Yeosang stops mid sentence.
“We’re coming to join you. We found the president, but no Minjoon,” you explain. Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa quickly rejoin you guys by the staircase and your clothes alone tell them what had happened. Mingi’s pale skin also told them what happened, the poor giant won’t sleep for weeks probably. You all head down the staircase and begin making your way to the route in which Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong took.
“Y/N!” Yunho exclaims and you stop as the rest of you reach the top of the basement staircase, ready to descend, “we found him.” With not only the pick up of you heartbeat, you pick up your pace and practically jump down the stairs you begin calling for Yunho, Yeosang, and Hongjoong. Yeosang greets you guys halfway as he responds to your calls.
“Where is he?” You ask, but Yeosang grabs you.
“He’s breathing. He’s alive,” Yeosang tells you.
“But?” Your voice falls flat.
“He’s attached to a bomb,” Yeosang tells you, “the ones that will go off if they can’t feel a heartbeat anymore. So we can’t detach it or cut a wire without it exploding on him.” You take a deep breath in and hold it.
“But,” you repeat, your voice becoming vulnerable.
“Hongjoong has started to work on it,” Yeosang explains then looks at Mingi, “he needs you.” Mingi pushes by and jogs down the rest of the hallway towards Yunho and Hongjoong. You begin to feel yourself hitting your wall. Your sanity break finally calming because you got what you wanted… well almost. You still muster all the energy you have left and you try to pull from Yeosang’s grip but it’s too strong.
“Please,” you beg quietly. Yeosang gives you a slight look of pity but holds his ground. He shakes his and that’s when you give up. Your mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, and you just fall to the floor. You lean yourself up against a wall and stare at the ceiling at a bright light- it not only damaging your eyes but keeping you awake. You begin the most dreadful part of the day: waiting. Waiting for something that might never come back.
“Almost!” You hear Mingi yell out in frustration, which just hurts you more. Hot tears stream down your face, and Jongho crouches in front of you. He reaches out to wipe them from your face and you notice he’s got tears of his own.
“Why can’t we ever have one nice thing?” you ask him, your voice just above a whisper. The tone of your voice isn’t what breaks Jongho’s heart, but the question. He knows neither of you chose the lives you live. You never got anything easy, and the one time you do it’s potentially going to be taken from you. You begin to feel the numbness of you body sink in, and it’s only a matter of minutes before your body shuts down and passes out, but you won’t allow it.
Your head begins to pound and you raise your hand to the cut on your head you still haven’t tended to. Which is probably a reason why this headache feels so strong.
“Did they get it?” Jongho asks, immediately standing up as he hears cheers coming from down the hallway. You’re barely hanging onto staying conscious and watch and Jongho springs down the hallway and disappear into a room. Not even ten seconds later four boys are booking it out of the room.
“We gotta go!” Hongjoong yells, “this whole place gonna blow.” Th other boys begin making their way to the staircase to get out of the basement. Jongho quickly picks you up and carries you towards the staircase.
“Minjoon?” You ask quietly.
“Yunho’s got him,” Jongho tells you as he carefully carries you up the stairs, “he’s sleeping he was slightly drugged himself. But he’ll be okay.” You huff in relief and smile in victory. Everyone manages to get out of the building but that doesn’t stop you guys from getting far away. You guys pass the few next building before stopping. Jongho sets you down in order to catch his breath. That’s when the ground violently shakes, the bomb in the basement detonating. Following you hear potentially a majority, if not all, of the building beginning to collapse.
“I’ll call someone to pick us up,” San says in-between breaths before pulling out his phone. You watch lazily as Yunho hands something off to Jongho who then joins you sitting on the ground. You look over into his arms and see Minjoon peacefully sleeping away. Jongho shifts Minjoon to lay into one arm and wraps his other around you.
“We can have one nice thing,” Jongho whispers to you.
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I Thought You Wouldn’t Hurt Me, But You Did Part 6
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22839535/chapters/55897732
Tag list: @emo-elaine13 @marinettepotterandplagg
Ok, so here’s the next part asked by for Snow_Leopard_777 and ArchangelBloodraven!! This chap...goes before chap 5 I guess. Lol. I hope you guys enjoy it!!
Manon and Chris couldn’t believe their eyes when they first went over to Mari’s place to be watched. Chris had been given a warning from his brother, saying that Mari was different, that it wasn’t going to be like the last time Mari babysat him. But he wasn’t told HOW it was going to be different. He couldn’t blame his brother for not saying how, there wasn’t a good way to SAY how. Any way he could have said would have sounded blunt or mean or pitiful. The only pity Nino had was the pity that he didn’t act faster. Didn’t stop his classmates from doing that.
Not to say that Mari deserves to be in the wheelchair. She absolutely doesn’t. But she doesn’t need pity. Pity won’t help her heal or get stronger. Nino knows that. So he does whatever she needs to help. And if she wanted a little bit of normalcy by babysitting Manon and Chris, then he’d let her. He’d just be there too in case she needed help and to make sure the two kids didn’t say anything mean about it accidentally.
Manon didn’t know how to react. She and her mom hadn’t gotten any warning. Nadja had signed Mari’s wheelchair sure, but she thought that it wasn’t a permanent thing. Sabine hadn’t said anything besides asking her to sign her daughter’s new wheelchair. So a month after Mari had left the hospital and gone back to school, she thought she’d be walking again. How wrong she was. That was the reason Nadja hadn’t asked Mari to babysit Manon. She had told Manon that Mari was healing after being hurt and Manon was angry but understood that she couldn’t play with Mari. But to learn that Mari would actually never fully heal? Well, Manon didn’t know how to act.
She could only stare shocked as Mari talked with Nadja about watching her. Chris and Nino were already there sitting on the couch playing a game together. Chris waved her over and she climbed onto the couch next to him and he handed her a remote and the three started playing while the two talked.
After playing for about an hour the doorbell rang and Mari went to it. Standing behind it was Nora with her twin sisters, Ella and Etta. “Hey, Marinette. Mom and dad are busy and couch needs me to come in and Alya is grounded from watching them,” she explained and Mari nodded understanding.
“I understand, Nora. I can watch them,” Mari replied and Nora smiled at her thankful.
“Thank you, Marinette,” Nora replied as the two girls ran into the room to play with Manon and Chris. Nora shook Mari’s hand as she stepped out of the apartment with a wave. “I’ll give you the money when I come back. I don’t have any cash on me,” Nora said and Mari waved her hand.
“Nonsense. You don’t have to pay Nora. I adore the girls,” Mari replied and Nora looked shocked.
“I-we’ll continue this when I get back. Be good, Ella and Etta!” Nora called before leaving once she heard their understanding. Mari then went back to the four children and Nino and started playing a game.
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Gabriel couldn’t care less that the original Ladybug and Chat Noir disappeared.
Ok, no.
He did care.
But not for the reason you’d think.
He only cares since the new Ladybug and Chat Noir, excuse him, Ladybird and Jinx, are better. They could typically get the Akuma dealt with quickly. And it pissed him off greatly. He could only growl as he thought about the last Akuma he sent out. It was defeated in an hour. Ladybug and Chat usually took a few hours at least to defeat his Akuma.
But turns out that’s the least of his problems. Turns out his son is being sued and given a few restraining orders. He didn’t understand what happened. Adrien wasn’t telling him and Nathalie was tense anytime he asked. “Nathalie, why is Adrien being sued? I need to deal with this, it’s hurting the brand,” Gabriel spoke and Nathalie looked down at her tablet before typing quickly.
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng is suing Adrien for harassment, sir,” Nathalie said at last after a bit turning the tablet to him to show the papers. Gabriel growled at that as he looked at the tablet.
“Is there anything we can do to stop this?” he demanded.
“I’m not sure, sir,” she replied honestly.
“Get Miss Dupain-Cheng’s number I’m going to talk to her,” Gabriel said and Nathalie nodded understanding and pulled it up before sending it to Gabriel’s phone and walked out of his office. He picked his phone up and dialed the number Nathalie sent him. It rung a few times before she picked up.
“Hello, this is Marinette. Who’s calling?” Mari’s voice came through the receiver.
“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng. This is Gabriel Agreste, Adrien’s father. I was calling in the hopes of talking about this lawsuit you have against my son,” he said and he heard faint movement from the other side.
“What are you hoping to happen, Mr. Agreste? Are you hoping that you can threaten me out of suing him?” she asked and Gabriel cleared his throat at that.
“For starters, I’d appreciate knowing the finer details of why you are suing my son,” he answered.
“I don’t have to tell you that. The basics are written in the papers. Any finer details will come out during the talks or trail. I don’t particularly wish to go to court but if Adrien doesn’t cooperate, I will go to court to settle this,” Mari said and he could tell she was serious about this.
“Have you set up the meeting?”
“Yes. My lawyer set up the meeting with yours. It’s soon so you’ll want to talk to your lawyers,” Mari answered coolly. “Good day, Mr. Agreste. See you then.”
She then hung up and Gabriel glared at his phone as he set it on his desk and paged Nathalie at her desk.
“Yes, sir?”
“Get our lawyers here now, Nathalie. We need to figure out everything before the meeting,” Gabriel said and Nathalie nodded understanding.
“Of course sir.”
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Mari shouted as the building shook. The four kids screamed while Mari and Nino worked on calming them down. After getting them calmed down and away from any and all windows, Mari and Nino went to a window to look out it. An Akuma, Mr. Pigeon luckily, was rampaging once more. Ladybird and Jinx were already there fighting him. It was interesting for Mari to watch them fight, was that how I looked fighting him? She thought but shook her head. No use thinking about it, especially since she had a harder time because she had to deal with Chat’s allergy.
No, what she needed to think about was why the building shook.
Mr. Pigeon couldn’t do that. He just controlled pigeons. So what’s causing the buildings to shake.
“Mari!” Nino called pointing a finger out to the side.
“Oh no,” she mumbled. Next to the building Nino’s finger pointed at was a second Akuma. “Go to the kitchen and sit in the corner between the counters. That’ll be safe for us,” Mari said and the four kids went to the counters and sat down. Nino was quick to follow. Mari followed after them and Nino helped her onto the floor before she positioned the wheelchair in front of them. Mari hugged the twins to her while they buried themselves into her sides. Nino hugged Chris and Manon to himself as well and the two hummed softly to the children to calm them.
They stayed like that until the fighting was done. Which took longer because of there being two Akuma’s instead of only one. It was terrifying to be waiting for the fight to be over. The ground shook horribly.
Things fell down.
Pictures broke.
Discs fell into impossible places.
Dust left the ceiling.
Cracks formed in the walls.
Mari didn’t know what to feel except for fear. She was terrified of what was happening. She wasn’t Ladybug. She couldn’t help. She could barely help protect the kids. She could barely hold in her cheers when the Cure was cast and ladybugs flew through the apartment fixing everything. Mari could only sigh in relief when that happened. The twins left her side and let her get back into her wheelchair. Granted, she needed Nino’s help, but once that was done, they went back to the TV to play.
Ok, so here’s this. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry bout how long it took. Also, so, updates are going to be very slow sadly. My laptop is........dying. There’s no better way to put it. I got it a new battery but rn its not seeing it anymore. Its acting like there is no battery. So ya. We’ll see if anything happens when the new cable comes in....but who knows when that’ll happen with this pandemic happening. I just don’t know. My laptop may die soon, or it may not. It’s up in the air, only my laptop knows and it’s not going to tell me. Until next time! -Love Willa<3<3<3
#fanfic#fanfic update#update#my writing#ITYWHMBYD#part 6#ml x dc#maribat#daminette#Marinette in a wheelchair#idk what else to tag#oh#laptop is bein a jerk#so updates be random from now on
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Okay but I’m in a ‘Sizhui is baby and no one can compare to how baby he is’ mood and I want two things:
—-The unseen scene from traveling from Yiling to Lotus pier. I have theories about this (or, at least, I know what I want to have happened) and it’s beautiful: WangXian ends up traveling to Lotus Pier with LJY and LSZ and WN, this is the most logical explanation for how they traveled (unless LJY ended up with the rest of the Lans, but as LWJ’s son, I don’t think they could do anything to convince LSZ not to stay with LWJ when he’s about to feel seasickness for the next however many hours it’s gonna take to get to Lotus Pier, but LJY is the only one I’ll concede might not have traveled with them, the only way I would say LSZ too is if they have a healer he goes to when he feels sick, but they only seemed to travel with Cultivators rn so I’m guessing he would have stayed with Baba) but then, when they got to Lotus Pier, LSZ acted like he didn’t just have several hours to talk to WN about his life in the Burial Mounds. TBH that would actually have been the best time for LSZ to come to WWX and say he’s A-Yuan, when WWX feels like shit and could use a pick me up and just got confronted by the whole Cultivation world
As an aside here, let’s talk about how out of everyone in this conference, the only people shunned from walking about like nothing’s wrong are Sizhui, Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian, and Lan Wangji. Can we talk about how fam all got excluded together? And the fact is, Sizhui didn’t have to choose that exclusion, but he decided that learning about his own family is, right now, more important than blindly following the pack to keep his status within the sect that raised him. He’s kind. He wants to talk to his uncle who is also kind. He wants to bond with him.
So. Why didn’t he spend the boat ride talking to Uncle Ning? Is it because he wasn’t ready to confront WWX who’s Right There yet? No. It’s because baby boy was fucking sick as hell. Sea sickness, as we’ve seen, gives him IMMEDAITE anxiety upon even standing on the pier to the boats. LJY comes up to him and says it’s okay, they can wait a few minutes before they get on a boat. He’s got anxiety. He Knows he’s gonna spend the next few hours sitting feeling sick as hell and absolutely miserable.
Now, what’s different about having WWX and WN with him, instead of just having LWJ? Well, LWJ is great, he’s Baba, he’s probably going to play a healing song that makes him feel bearable enough to make it through this, but then you add WN and WWX and their whole routine is gonna be thrown off.
WWX doesn’t realize how seasick this lil bun is till he’s in the boat with them, and immediate worry descends over him. Poor bun is already moaning in pain as he sits at the bottom of the boat, just close enough that he’s in the shade of the canopy but close to the edge so he can get over in time not to throw up on Baba.
He’s turned on full baby mode rn, and that’s about to set off WWX’s daddy instincts like none other. WN, on the other hand, is a trained nurse (probably would have trained as a doctor, if given the chance) and he’s already ushering WWX to sit behind the kid to give him something to lean against. LWJ is already pulling out the musical instruments so he can play a calm tummy song for his lil bun.
Why does WWX need to let the baby lean on him? Because Uncle Ning is coming to the rescue and he’s got Needles (WWX is a little horrified at WN gonna be using these needles on this poor defenseless bun who can’t even protect himself from icky tummy feel, but accepts that child abuse is about to happen right in front of him and he cannot stop it) but, the needles, are going to make LSZ’s entire abdomen numb af, and that includes his hips and upper back. Baby boy not gonna feel a damn thing with these needles, but he ain’t gonna be able to hold himself either.
Lots of questions from curious bunny when he’s no longer feeling anything and he’s a melty puddle against WWX who’s stroking his hair and giving him little nuzzles and cuddles and is holding his hand (WWX can’t figure out why, maybe it’s because he misses A-Yuan so much, but he just wants to hold this little one’s hand and give him kisses and tell him he’s being so very good even tho that evil Ghost General used instruments of torture on him and he’s got an icky tummy) and LWJ looks genuinely happy to see the teen no longer upset.
LWJ is going to learn this specific trick for numbing if it kills him. No way in hell is he letting his bun go seasick from now on.
But then, there’s no reason to play healing songs since no one’s gonna throw up, so, of course, this anxious dad pulls up what he knows will delight his lil bun, his son’s childhood lullaby. He hasn’t played it for him in years, and admittedly, he always used to hum it (with said little bun curled into his chest and being rocked to sleep, but he stopped being able to do it when LSZ moved into his own dormitory) and LSZ is just too damn tired to say anything other than having heard WWX play that back in Mo Village before he’s snuggling back into WWX and closing his eyes for a nap.
Anyways. That’s my wish fulfillment for the boat scene to Lotus Pier, baby cuddles and icky tummy’s and uncle’s to the rescue.
—- The second thing that I REALLY want rn!!! Okay so a few days ago I made a post about medical quirks I think people have, and I decided, that LSZ gets long term memory loss (amnesia) after a fever. No matter what, the memories come back, but you need to trigger them first.
The first thing they do when LSZ is sick, is move him back into the Jingshi so he can be with LWJ. No forgetting Baba allowed!!! Make sure he’s comfy while he’s healing, but only adults and healers to visit, because they don’t want the other kids getting sick too. So he usually stays remembering Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji the whole time, since they’re the usual suspects to take care of him. This sometimes leads him to think he’s less than 6 and resorts to asking a million questions like a child and climbing into laps for cuddles. It’s super cute and his Baba and Shufu love it. Give him lots of kisses and snuggles.
But then afterwards, he’s allowed outside again, and gets to reacquaint himself with the bunnies, and his friends. It’s super adorable because it’s always like meeting Lan Jingyi all over again. He loves him instantly every time. Also the bunnies. Sometimes Baba buries him in bunnies again while Shufu sits on the side and sighs a lot.
But then it finally happens. Post canon Sizhui gets a fever. And it happens while they’re on a night hunt. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
LJY is the only one that knows what to do when Sizhui starts crying and pointing to them all and saying he Doesn’t Know Who They Are And Where Is Baba???????? Which mainly consists of saying ‘oh shit’ a lot and going to send a flare (he didn’t even go outside okay that little shit stuck his arm out the window and sent one lol) up before going over to LSZ and sitting next to him and piling blankets on him and saying that Baba is on his way but rn he gets to hang out with his cousin Jin Ling and their friend Ouyang Zizhen! Isn’t that fun! He can have fun with his cousin and friend!
No. That is not fun, and Sizhui’s little lower lip sticks out far enough that LJY knows he’s about to start crying and saying he hates all of them and wants Baba.
Jin Ling be shooketh. Sizhui? Little cuddly Sizhui? Hates them? The first one to say fuck it and climb into someone else’s bed when he’s cold? The one who’s learned how to make Mother’s Lotus Root And Pork Rib soup and the first time JiuJiu tried it he cried cause it was perfect? Sizhui who buried him in rabbits once and told him he was a good kid, just had a lot of anger in him? He hates them? Lol.
So then it seems like the whole crew shows up (Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, the whole dumbass crew in one go) which is good, cause Shufu to the rescue once more, making LSZ feel comfy and giving medicine. LWJ tells him they’re going home to Cloud Recesses and WWX frets over his baby.
It’s super cute. A week later, LSZ wanders out of the Jingshi not knowing left from right, and has to be reintroduced to his friends all over again.
WWX finally understands why his little boy forgot him for so long, and why memory is so damn precious to Lan Sizhui.
Anyways. I have feels.
#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#the untamed#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wangxian#wen ning#lan xichen#lan sizhui#a yuan#lan jingyi
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Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 14
Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)
Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr
Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Repressed homosexuality,
Notes: Just a short part rn. As a treat.
“Moira, go call Erik 'n' Charles" Karmel instructed.
Moira nodded, jogging over to the window and sticking her head out."Hey! The president's about to make his address!"
Erik and Charles turned to look over at her, and nodded.
Charles pat Erik's back, rushing to head inside.
Erik followed suit after catching his breath. He followed Charles into the room everyone was packed into, watching Charles sit on the couch beside Moira. All eyes on the TV, Erik slid to stand beside Karmel, who stood by a lamp.
Karmel glanced over at him, caught off guard by Erik's sudden appearance. He smiled, an automatic reaction to seeing Erik. Karmel crossed his right arm over his torso, resting his left elbow on his right hand, and nervously chewing his left thumbnail.
Erik flashed a smile back, quite liking the fact that Karmel was genuinely happy to see him.
"It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any nuclear missile crossing the embargo line that surrounds Cuba, as an attack by the Soviet Union on the United States" Kennedy spoke, Moira and Charles exchanging glances."Requiring a full retaliatory response upon the Soviet Union-" the president then said.
"That's where we're gonna find Shaw" Erik pointed out, pointing a gun he had at the TV.
"How do you know? Alex questioned.
"Two superpowers facing off and he wants to start World War three. He won't leave anything to chance" Charles told, shaking his head.
"So much for diplomacy" Karmel scoffed, Erik nodding along. His sleeve slowly started to fall, revealing the leather braided bracelet once again.
"I suggest you all get a good night's sleep" Erik suggested, patting Karmel's shoulder before slowly walking off.
"-Ultimately leads to war-" JFK droned on.
Alex noticed Karmel's new accessory, Raven quick to catch on.
"Where'd you get that from?" She asked, turning in Karmel's direction.
On cue, Karmel dropped his arms."Hm?" He hummed, snapping out of the feeling he gained when Erik pat his shoulder.
"I- I think she means your bracelet" Moira clarified.
"Oh-" Karmel noticed Charles glance over at him."Uh, Erik got it for me a short while ago...I don't know how, but- but I like it, it goes with a lot of my outfits. Plus, it feels better than a watch, and my vines can braid just like this, too" he explained.
Raven nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing.
Moira had a look similar to Charles' on her face, the two of them remembering Karmel's outburst when he came clean about his feelings for Erik, in Russia.
Karmel gripping the ends of his sleeves using his fingers, slinking out of the room. He sighed silently in relief, walking down the hall.
"Where are you going?"
"Good fucking-" Karmel hissed, jumping to turn around. His vines shot out from behind his back, adorned with thorns as they pointed at...Erik.
Erik put his hands up calmly."My msitake- didn't occur to me that you had your guard down. People noticing the bracelet?"
Karmel exhaled a sigh of relief, thorns reeling back into his body."Fuck off, man" he chuckled, smiling weakly.
Erik grinned, patting his shoulder again."I'm sorry?" He shrugged, starting to walk down the hall.
"It's fine, I just- y'know, didn't expect that. But, yea. Alex saw it, Raven questioned it, then Moira clarified that Raven was questioning it specifically. I told 'em it's a bracelet, obviously, that you gave it to me recently, and how much I like it, 'cause- 'cause it goes with a lot of my outfits. I mentioned how it's better than a watch, and how my vines can braid in this exact pattern" Karmel explained. A vine slid around his neck, stopping at his shoulder. He pat the leaf like it was the head of a pet snake, following at Erik's side.
Erik chuckled."I'm glad such a basic gift brings you such a joy."
Karmel's cheeks dusted themselves with a soft blush."Shut up" he muttered, "it's a real cool bracelet. I've never been gifted stuff like this before, so it- it's sweet. Thanks, again."
"No worries."
Karmel's eyes darted around the floor as they walked."Raven really gave us the short sticks when she gave us those names, huh? Magnet-o and Caramel Climber."
Erik exhaled out a laugh."I suppose. You have anything better than 'Caramel Climber', Karmel?"
"I mean...not off the top of my head. I guess it makes some sense; my hair is a caramel colour, and my name sounds like 'caramel', too. But it makes it sound like I literally climb caramel, which I don't. I'm assuming it's because vines are classified as climber pants. So it makes sense, with limited thinking. But...Magnet-o" Karamel explained."Mag-net-o."
Erik stayed silent as they shuffled through the halls.
"Y'know what'd be better? Mag-neat-o" Karmel awkwardly pointed two finger guns at Erik, a sheepish grin on his face. He was probably coming off as more awkward than he'd like."Because you're like...neat, you're a neat guy who can control metal."
Erik giggled."Mag-neat-o...Magnet-o, Mag-neat-o" he repeated."I'll ponder it" Erik nodded, patting Karmel's shoulder.
Karmel let out a low sigh of complete relief."Good, you should."
"Only, if you ponder 'Climber'."
"'Climber'?" Karmel scoffed, squinting his eyes.
"Yes, it's less of a mouthful. It's less likely to reveal your name than 'Caramel Climber'. Your powers is your whole vine thing. It's not completely straying from Raven's original idea, either. Vines are, like you said, a climber plant. Even if you can do more with your vines than just climb, it makes sense. Plus you also said so yourself at the Lincoln Memorial, you're on an endless uphill climb. 'Climber' has personal meaning attached to it, that way."
"You remembered" Karmel smiled. Erik giving him the name gave it enough personal meaning attached to it, as is.
"Of course I did" Erik nodded, unknowingly smiling himself."Think about that, about Climber. And I'll think about 'Mag-neet-o'."
Karmel kept his eyes on Erik as they walked, and he finally nodded."Fine."
#X-men#X-men OC#xmen#xmen oc#erik lehnsherr x oc#erik lehnsherr x male#erik lehnsherr x male!oc#male oc#oc#male x male#male x canon#male x oc#oc x male#oc x canon#canon x oc#canon x male#brad pitt oc
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94, 95, 99!
94: favorite lyrics rn
not to talk more about phoebe bridgers but “i’ll climb through the window again / but right now it feels good not to stand / then i'll leave it wide open / let the dystopian morning light pour in” is just the most gorgeous piece of imagery.. im obsessed
95: summer or winter?
winter <3 the layering opportunities. the coats.. the possibility of snow... hot chocolate... the thing thats like cant wait til winter so i can rly start dressin exists for a reason
99: what is your zodiac sign
scorpio . yeah
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To all you Toothcup fans out there
This one's for you.
Just imagine: a Romeo and Juliet sort of setting (this is nothing like them, trust me) where Vikings and dragons are like the two houses except they want to have peace. And the way they have done it was through marriage.
Each chief would present a daughter or son to the Green Death (since dragons live longer than humans, I'm willing to bet that this one has hand many-a-mates) and the other child would take over as the next chief of chieftess.
Anthro dragons. It's the only way this will work.
Okay, now Stoick refuses to give Hiccup away because he has no other child to lead the village (even if he did, he would still refuse, even at the cost of his life). He is not the first to refuse, obviously, but the first one to go to great lengths to do so. He declares war on the dragons.
So, the war has been raging on for years now (Hiccup's around 16-17) and helps around the armory. He was taught that dragons were enemies and to never ever trust one.
We'll see how that one goes.
The teen creates a contraption that wrapped ropes and balls of rock around it. He catches a Night Fury.
Let's back up a little here.
While, yes, the dragons are raiding Berk in order to feed the Green Death, they also come to get Hiccup. Their numbers are being lost with every unsuccess at bringing back the boy.
Having been fed up with all the failures, the alpha sends the greatest dragon in the armada. Enar (ei-nar), a Night Fury. The last of his kind. You can guess the Green Death's mood when the news finally got back to the nest that the other was braught down.
Fast forward, Hiccup tells his father about the Night and Stoick, obviously, doesn't really believe him.
So, the teen went on his own, searching for hours. Just as he was about to leave, Hiccup sees something move. He goes towards the bushes and finds the Night Fury laying there tangled in the ropes.
Hiccup does his monologue and raises the knife, blah blah blah - but. When he's about to look at the dragon, when he passes the wing, instead of seen the dragon's head, his gaze locks with a human eye. The teen stood there, shocked for a minute, before he finally snaps, shaking and taking hesitant steps back.
(Imma go into a spiral rn, ya ready?)
Piercing, green eyes stare right at his own. How could this be? The dragon was there a minute ago! All scales and black and... and no skin... no dark, tan, soft and cut skin...
How could this... teenager be laying where the dragon was? And just as Hiccup fell out of shock, the other sat up. Those eyes congealed all emotion, narrowed and watchful. Oh Gods, he must be hallucinating right? Yeah, must be that. I mean, he didn't sleep at all last night, what with the raid and everything...
Yet the cold metal of the knife in his hand felt so real... the softness and silliness of the still damp grass felt so real... and those eyes looked... so...
"Hiccup!" His father's booming voice came in, his footsteps fast and urgent. Why was his father here?
Panic lit up on both teens faces, locking eyes fro a bread moment before the Night Fury began to struggle.
"Stop." The viking said softly, startling the dragon. "You'll only tangle yourself more." The dragon growled.
"No human tells me what to do." So he does talk.
"Hiccup!" His father's voice was coming closer along with other villagers. Getting up quickly, he moved to the other with the knife in hand. The dragon hissed.
"I'm trying to help, sit still." He said urgently.
"Don't touch me!" The Night Fury growled, his sharp nails scratching Hiccup's outstretched arm. The teen hissed in pain, sitting back, farther away from the dragon.
"Hiccup!" His father arrived at the scene. He stood, quiet for a moment, taking in what was before him. "By Thor..." he started. "Ya did catch him..."
(Okay, I'm done)
When Hiccup turned to look at the Night Fury, he saw that he was a dragon again, tangled up even more in the ropes (he told him).
Stoick rushes to his boy and orders the others to detain the dragon.
Now here's the part im excited about (ka ne that kinda spurred the 'Romeo and Juliet' vibe): its noon and everyone's celebrating blah blah blah, but Hiccup can't stop thinking of the dragon. He looked... scared when they were taking him away... he also wondered if what he saw was real.. had the dragon really turned into a... human? Hybrid? Well, only one way to find out.
(Another spiral)
It was Night, somewhere around eleven and midnight. There were a few Vikings lurking around, some struck, others on patrol in case of a dragon attack. His father was at the great hall, discussing the raid and their newest catch (and probably boasting about the fact that his son caught a Night Fury.) He'd be there for a while.
It didn't matter to Hiccup as long as he wasn't disrupted.
Quickly, he jumped down his room's window and ran off to the dragon killing arena. He had to take the scenic route so he wouldn't be spotted by the patrollers.
It was a long run (and/or walk, we'll never know) to the arena but he was glad he made this choice. He wanted answers and his father wasn't going to give them to him any time soon so he resorted to the next best thing.
He stepped inside the scratched and bloodstained circle of the dug up cage. He never really like going here, all things considered. Sure, he was taught to hate dragons and kill them but honestly he never saw them do anything wrong. They rarely stole food and burned up only a few houses. Sometimes they looked like... like they were searching for something...
Shaking his head, he focused on the task at hand. He looked towards the cage opposite the entrance of the arena. It was wide open. Moonlight hit the bars, making them glisten slightly in the night. It looked spooky and very dark inside. He gulped, stepping towards the cage slowly.
He was sure the dragon had already heard him. How was he sure, you ask? Well, if the low growling wasn't the indicator then how about green eyes? Somehow they seemed to just... light up in the night.
"Hi..?" Nice greeting Hiccup. "Um.." Now what?
He was standing about ten feet away from the bars, keeping his distance. Just because he was here doesn't mean he was stupid. He stood there in awkward silence. The dragon didn't seem like he wanted to talk, of the glare was something to go about. You could feel it's intensity if you couldn't see it. It made Hiccup take a step back.
"I'm sorry." Well, that was something the dragon wasn't expecting. The glare immediately turned into a curious questioning gaze, his ears lifting up and head tilting. "F-For this. Everything. You don't deserve this. No one does."
"I was raiding your village." He was human now. Well, half human. Good to know he wasn't hallucinating things then.
"You didn't take anything." Hiccup defended. Why? "You barely destroyed anything this time. Well, not any houses at least." He remembered a few watching posts being blasted but that's it.
"So?" The dragon asked, a weird sort of mix of skeptisism and curiosity in his voice and eyes. "That doesn't justify what I've done in the past." He said.
"I... guess... but... why do it in the first place?" A deep growl emitted from the cage, the teen raising his hands up in surrender. "Okay - okay! You don't have to answer." Awkward. The tan one shook his head, eyes narrowed and locking with forest green.
"Why did you come here?" He asked.
"I.. I need answers." The brunette replied.
"... For?"
"... This." He said, gesturing to the dragon, the cage, the whole arena and Berk. "Why are you doing this? Why are we fighting? How can you... transform?"
"You didn't know dragons can transform?" Now that was news to him. What human didn't know that dragons can go hybrid?
"All dragons can?" Oh boy. This would be a long night. Or many nights. Depending if the boy was stubborn. And Gods, was he.
(Here's stop)
So, they talk for a few night up to a week and no one really suspects a thing. Nothing major had happened between them and no great news was shared either. Hiccup drew Toothless a few times (he started calling him that because the dragon refused to give him his name and he braught fish one night and saw that he had no teeth [till they retracted, that is]). It annoyed the Night Fury, and Hiccup's promises of never using the name again if he gave him the real one was tempting, but he'd learn to live with it. Eventually. Hopefully.
Moving on, it was the day Stoick and a few dozen other ships were supposed to leave when the dragon escaped the night before. The lock on the cage was strangely.. well, unlocked. Or rather loosened. And on the dragons chains as well.
Still, Stoick went off, believe that the Night Fury went back to warn the nest.
Hiccup was in training with the others, blah blah, and he went to the forest to clear his head of the first day. Gobber could (IS) tiring sometimes. The others didn't help either. That's when he fell. He turned and saw a broken tree branch. He started following the strange path of broken branches and claw marks - dragon claw marks, let's not forget.
He stumbled onto a cove and to his surprise the Night Fury was there.
(Aaaand here we go again)
"W-What are you doing here?" He climbed down the rocks, stopping on the second to last when he saw the dragon bear his teeth at him.
"It's your fault." He turned hybrid si he could talk, pulling his tail into Hiccup's view. His eyes widened, guilt quickly filling up in the pit of his stomach. "I noticed. I taught I'd be fine." He started pacing, his narrowed eyes locked with forest green, softening ever so slightly at the guilt in them. At least he knew he was the cause of this. "Turns out: I was wrong."
"I... I'm - I..." He couldn't form sentences. He knew that a dragon's greatest strength was flight. If they couldn't use their fire power then they could fly away to rest up before coming into battle again. Hiccup had taken away that break. That freedom. And from a creature so grand. "I'll fix this.." he said to himself. "I'll... I'll fix this, I promise." He turned to climb back up when he felt his ankle being grabbed and tugged at. He almost fell from the rock.
"I think you've done enough."
"Please - I want to help. I'll help you-"
"Like Hel I need your help-!"
"I helped you out of the arena didn't I?!" Qell that was a low blow to his pride. "I - I'll make you a new fin so you can fly again."
"How?"
"I- I need to sketch it out first. And I'll need measurements. And I'll need to find leather.. and metal light but strong enough to help keep you in flight..." By now, he was rambling to himself. Toothless sighed and rolled his eyes. Well, it was either being stuck here alone, on an island he wasn't welcomed, or stuck with the annoying (and slightly, ever so slightly cute) teen; till he could fly, of course.
"Fine." That was enough to cut off the other. A smile split on his face (a very pretty one, actually).
"Alright! Okay, alright - I'll be back as soon as I'm done!" The Night Fury let the human go, said human running off with this stupid (cute*) grin on his face.
What has he gotten himself into?
(And that's a stop)
A but rushed, but meh.
Anyway, they bond and talk and play around.
I have a few scenes in my head where they're sitting against the wall of the cove with a fire and cooked and raw fish at their feet and in their hands. Someone says something (unintentionally) flirtatious and/or a very intimate compliment and they blush and look away.
Another one is where they splash around in the pond and they jump each other (mostly Toothless at Hiccup, like pulling his leg slightly or straight up pulling him under water, or just plain jumping on his from the back). They end up in each other's arms with Hiccup laying down on the shore and Toothless above him.
They lock eyes. Their foreheads touch. Their eyes are closed and their breaths are in sync. The warmth on their cheeks is slowly getting hotter yet neither mind. Slowly, ever so achingly slow, they lean into each other, lips brushing softly, barely feeling each other, but there none the less. Oh how soft it was. Such a lovely, private and intimate moment. So... genuine.. so... bubbly and fluffy and cute and pure and... gentle. Oh so very gentle and long. How nice would it be to stay in this space forever.
But alas, moments like these were meant to be broken (just so another could start).
They pulled away and were blushing messes after that. When they went flying, Hiccup would hug Toothless's head softly and blush even more, the dragon would smile and avart his eyes.
When they'd say goodbye, Toothless would gently hug him and peck him on the cheek, Hiccup hugging tighter.
But, like I said before, moments like these were meant to be broken (just so other ones could begin).
It was the day of the semi-finals, and Hiccup passed. The Astrid meeting Toothless happened (mind you, Hiccup was more touchy feely than in the movie [like hugging Toothless's head more; they also had a small fight where Toothless was like "Why?" and Hiccup was like "Cause she's gonna out us before I even come out of the closet!" and Toothless was like "Fiiinnee."]) and when they landed, and finished talking, Toothless turned hybrid. He asked what they meant when they talked and Hiccup started explain but like they forgot Astrid and after the initial shock were off (quicker than Hiccup's case), she kinda understood things (sort of).
Day of the trial, everything happens as it did, only Toothless went hybrid to get to Hiccup, arriving in full dragon mode. He turns hybrid again when he pounced Stoick, threatening him to never touch his Hiccup again. Stunned only for a second, and using the distraction Hiccup (unintentionally) provided when he yelled at his dragon to stop, he took down the Night Fury, chaining him down in his hybrid form (mind you, the saddle is still on).
Stoick then took his son to the great hall and when Hiccup accidentally spilled details he wouldn't have, the chief went ballistic.
(Cut to the scene 🎬)
"I should've seen this coming." Stoick mumbled to himself, pacing in the great hall.
"Dad, please," Hiccuo begged, eyes filled with concern for his dragon. "Do whatever you want to me, banish me, chain me up for the dragons to eat !- just don't hurt Toothless." The chief turned to his son, disbelief in his eyes.
"The dragon?" They narrowed. "That's what you're worried about?"
"He didn't do anything wrong, none of them did- or ever do-!"
"They've killed hundreds of us-"
"And we've killed thousands of them! And for what?! They barely steal food, they don't damage any houses or places we put our stock in and they come like once or twice a week! If they're not here to hurt us then what are they here for?!-"
"For you!" Silence. Time stopped... what? "They came here... looking for the heir of the chief."
"... what?" The disbelief in his green eyes..
"It's so we can keep the peace," Stoick began, dreading this conversation. "Every chief will give an heir to the dragon alpha so everyone lives in peace. I couldn't give you away. Not after your mother... Not ever."
It made sense. It all made sense now. The raids- the lack of stealing- why Toothless was sent. (Mind you, the dragon only said that he was sent to retrieve something for his alpha, he didn't specify what)
"I'll go." He said, his eyes wide and staring at the distance.
"What?" His father's head raised up in surprise.
"I said I'll go-"
"No. I will not allow it."
"Dad, please, I know how I can help, just listen-"
"It's out of the question, Hiccup-"
"For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?!" (The sentence doesn't really fit this story rn and it feels a bit too much, I might change up a few things to make the story better)
Stoick stopped. He turned towards his son. The desperation in his voice, in his eyes, on his face and whole stature. It hurt the father to see his boy like that.
"I..." He was panting slightly, trying to regain control of his breathing. "I know how we can stop the Green Death. Once and for all."
(End scene 🎬)
So, we cut to a scene where Stoick, along with Toothless (since the teen needed to tell them both of his idea), refusing to do the plan. Honestly, Hiccuo was beyond happy that his (mate in the dragon world/sort of) boyfriend and his father agreed on something, but that really wasn't the thing they wanted to agree on.
So, with a bit of convincing, and insuring that he will be fine, they started recruiting others. The trainees would become dragon riders.
We move on to the part of the story where Hiccup is on Toothless (who's a dragon), reassuring him that everything will be fine. The armada and other dragon riders and hiding behind the rocks and debris.
Toothless lands on the sand and roars out, calling the Green Death to look at his new mate. When the huge monster comes out of the rock, the scent of Toothless is all over Hiccup and the dragon becomes outraged. That's when the two give the signal.
War breaks.
We win.
Flash forward, it's been about a month after the whole Green Death endeavour, and since (technically) Toothless and Hiccup were the ones who defeated the monster of a dragon, they, or rather Toothless, were sort of the alpha of the dragons now. Which means that both were to become mates in order to keep the peace. They didn't really object. Stoick on the other hand. Well, let's not get into detail.
And that's about it. Wow, this is definitely one of the longest prompt ideas I've ever had.
I honestly have no idea if I write this (probably won't, I got a lot of other stuff on my hands rn) so feel free of anyone would like to do the honors.
Also, you got a little sneak peek of my (current) writing style. How exciting! XDD
Congrats if you made it this far XDD
#toothless#toothcup au#toothcup#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#hiccup#httyd au#httyd#how to train your dragon#astrid#stoick#stoick the vast#gobber#gobber the belch#dragons#hybrids#hybrid dragons#the green death#alphas#yaoi#gay#prompt#httyd prompt#but sort of a short fic#short fic#HTTYD movie remake
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fic update: o thou, destroyer named - chapter viii
they are like two wounded animals, circling one another, waiting to see who will strike first
. millory outpost 3 au .
post links:
chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii // chapter iv // chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii // chapter viii // chapter ix //
ao3 links:
chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii // chapter iv // chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii // chapter viii // chapter ix //
chapter summary:
Welcome to Sanctus Manibus!
Mallory takes the Big Sleep or...well, she certainly takes some Big Naps. Mallory sleeps a lot in this chapter but you would too if you were slowly dying from radiation poisoning okay???
Also!! Introducing! Andrew Channing, Amara De Feu, Kimberly Jackson.
a/n:
Okay guys. this is...a big one. Sorry. It might be a little boring but ya girl gotta do that worldbuilding shit rn. I'll try to make future chapters a little more interesting! Thank you and good luck!
Chapter 8: I feel it too
When Mallory wakes, she’s alone. The world around her is dark and empty. Her right cheek is hot and when she sits up there’s a slight squelch of her skin unsticking to the vinyl. Mallory winces and rubs her cheek. The skin is warm and tacky. As her eyes adjust, the backseat cabin of the SUV reminds her of the last few hours. The vinyl of the seat squeaks beneath her palms as she pushes herself up. Outside the heavily tinted windows, Mallory sees not gray, not pitch darkness interspersed with orange balls of light but rather an intense, uninterrupted expanse of white.
Not knowing what else to do, Mallory lies back down and presses her cheek back into the seat. She stares straight ahead and breathes deeply. A scent like midday heat and musk hits her and she quickly breathes in again but when she does the scent is gone. A few minutes pass as Mallory sits in the darkness knowing not which way she should proceed. One last deep breath and Mallory sits back up. Her head swims a little but even so she opens car door. It is so bright outside that she has to squint. She blinks into the unyielding brightness of the room and takes a step outside of the vehicle. Across the room, to her right the empty air hisses and there’s a whoosh of air as an opening in the vast emptiness appears.
In the opening appears a man. Mallory knows immediately that it isn’t Langdon. He’s too short, perhaps only a couple inches taller than Mallory. His face and body are illuminated by brightness of the room revealing him to be a simply but smartly dressed individual. Behind him, a much dimmer world peeks out. In his hands, he’s holding a tablet. His eyes are glued to his screen, his facial features obscured by the top of his head.
“Um,” Mallory breathes.
At the sound of her voice, the man looks up from his screen. He’s handsome in a way. Big, dark eyes, a wide mouth all within a square face. At first he seems confused but then his face breaks out into smile that is at once too cordial but lacking in warmth. His teeth are disturbingly white and perfectly straight. When he tucks his tablet under his arm and makes a beeline for her, Mallory decides she likes the darkness of the car better after all. She falls back into the cabin closing the door with her.
“Mallory,” the man calls with confused amusement. “Stop joshin’!”
Mallory scrambles to lock the r.doors but it’s futile. As soon as she gets the doors locked, there’s a simultaneous chorus of clicks as all locks are undone. Outside she sees the man waves the key to the car.
“Come on, Mal,” he says as though they’ve known each other for years. “Enough joking around. We’re already behind schedule as it is.”
When she doesn’t make a move, he shakes his head that same too-wide, too-white smile on his face. He opens the door and the light from outside comes pouring in.
“Gosh they didn’t warn me that you were such a joker,” he laughs and shakes his head.
Mallory has never been accused of being such a thing.
“In any case, I’m just glad you’re finally up. You were in there so long I wondered if ya up and died on me!”
Mallory is still huddled against the opposite side of the cabin as Andrew commits this verbal assault against her. When he seems to pause, Mallory opens her mouth to speak but before she can get a word in he’s talking at her again.
“Not that I’m complaining or anything. Mr. Langdon said to let you sleep as long as you need and that’s exactly what I did. And look at you! Rested and ready for the day! Although the day is way close to being over already. But time is fake amiright?”
She’s squints at him from across the car unsure if he will let her get a word in. Andrew’s expression changes from amusement to apologetic.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Andrew Channing. But you can call me Andy.”
He reaches into the car but when Mallory doesn’t take his hand he climbs in to the vehicle to get closer.
“Andy,” he repeats and continues to hold out his hand.
“Okay,” Mallory says, then takes his hand and repeats his name back to him.
His hand is cool and a little clammy. Mallory grimaces at the feel of her small, slim hand enveloped in his. She tries to pull away but he tightens his grip on her hand and leans in closer.
“Sorry for calling you Mal. Can I call you Mal? I just feel like I know you so well already. I’ve been reading up on your profile while I waited for you to wake up and just feel like we’re close even though your profile is pretty scant with you comin’ from an outpost and all.”
“My profile?” Mallory interrupts.
Finally, she wrenches her hand free and scoots away from Andy.
“Yeah! Everyone's got one,” he holds up his tablet and waves it from side to side. “Even Mr. Langdon but that’s classified.”
“Langdon? Michael Langdon?”
Andy hums in response and continues to ramble.
“You probably don’t know much about what is and isn’t classified, huh Mal. I mean why would you. But that’s okay. You’ll have me to rely on for that kinda stuff until you head to the Sanctuary.”
“I thought this was the Sanctuary?”
“Well, not exactly. Hey, Mal can we get out of this car,” he says while jerking his thumb towards the still open door. “We got things to be, places to d - oh well the other way around. You know what I mean. We're way behind schedule with your orientation.”
By now, Mallory’s eyes have mostly adjusted to the brightness outside. After considering his request for a moment, she decides that if anything bad is going to happen then staying in this car won’t stop it. The lock clicks softly as she opens the door and begins to exit.
“Oh thank goodness,” he said and exited out of his door. “So right now we’re in Manibus, Sanctus Manibus. There are four other branches just like this one positioned equidistant from one another.”
He pulls out his table and taps on the screen a few times then begins to draw. In a few seconds, he shows Mallory what he’s drawn. There are five dots, each one representing a community. He's drawn a line from each one to the next to show they are equidistant from one another. He explains that they are currently in one of those facilities. Next he draws her attention to the three dots within the first shape.
“These three are Sanctus Corporis,” Andrew says then points to one last dot that stands alone at the center of the triangle. “This is what we would call the Sanctuary, Sanctus Animo.”
“Sanctus Animo,” Mallory repeats her nose wrinkling as the words pass her lips.
Mallory wonders if there had been some huge Latin language renaissance that she just happened to miss out on.
“The holiest of holies,” Jerry says his tone still joking and even a little derisive but Mallory detects some reverence beneath his glib tone; there’s desperation there. “That’s where Mr. Langdon spends most of his time. I've never been, of course. Even though I was on the team that help engineer it.”
He pauses in his verbal barrage for a moment to look at her from the corner of his eye. Gone is his smile, the frantic humor behind it and all that's left is a blank stare.
“You'll have to tell me about it when you go.”
His voice is cold, hateful even and Mallory skin crawls at the way he says “you” like could have strangled her then and there. The tablet is between them and to her left Mallory sees the opening that Andrew has come through. She gauges how much time it would take for her to get through it.
“Um, where’s Langdon?” she murmurs inching towards the door.
Then like a windup toy sprung to life, Andy lights up. The smile is back and unfortunately so is his chatter.
“Oh Mr. Langdon has his own schedule to keep. I don’t have clearance to know where he’s at any given moment and neither do you. Best to not concern ourselves with it. Come on let's get going.”
He walks past her to the doorway. Without much choice, Mallory follows him. As soon as she steps through there’s a subtle hiss of air as a door slides down. Mallory let's out a little gasp of surprise and looks back to find the opening completely gone. She inspects the wall and it's as if there has never been an opening in the first place.
“Well aren’t you just the most excitable creature.”
Mallory doesn’t like it when Andy calls her a creature. It’s different from when Michael calls her this. Just like it seemed to be less of a violation to have his hand around her throat than to have Mead lay out a fresh set of clothes. The hallway they have entered seems to stretch endlessly in both directions. Andy, eyes glued to his tablet, turns right and walks at a brisk pace. Mallory follows and as they walk, she notices that the hallway has a slight curve to it.
They walk for a while, the hallway seeming to be just an endless curved tube except that every so often a hallway would appear but only to the left that would lead in another curving direction. Once, on their trek, one of those opening pops up suddenly as they pass. A young woman stands in the opening. Her head is shaved and she's wearing a similar sweater and linen pants combo to what Andrew wears. She too is entirely engrossed by whatever is on the screen in her hands but as she steps out into the hall she looks up and Mallory met with a an expression that is at first impassive but then melts to horror.
“Howdy, Kim!” Andy says with that incessant cheeriness.
Mallory doesn’t pause to ask Kim what is bothering her so much to make such a face. For all Mallory knows, that's just how her face looks. And in any case Mallory gets the distinct feeling that the Manibus isn't a place that appreciates many questions. So she pushes on ahead, trying to keep up with Andy's pace.
“Hey, Andy,” Kim calls weakly after them but the woman’s eyes stay glued to Mallory.
The woman soon disappears beyond the curve of the hallway and Mallory is left alone with Andy once more.
“That was Kim,” Andy says redundantly over his shoulder. “She's a bit of a stick in the mud but she's alright once you get to know her. She's a code-monkey over with surveillance.”
Mallory doesn't ask what a code-monkey is. She doubts he'd give her a straight answer. Occasionally they’ll pass by a certain section of hallway and Andy stops to explains that behind this wall or that people do some hugely important job, usually some kind of experimentation. Despite his tendency to ramble he never goes into detail about what kind of experimentation they do and to what end. On that front, he is pointedly vague.
“For the good and improvement of the human race,” is as far as he explains.
He talks ceaselessly about things of such minuscule consequence that she tunes him out almost immediately. Andy is, frankly put, a chore. He talks about a number of useless things but most of all, Andy talk about himself.
“I was only nine when I started teaching myself calculus. I wasn’t very good at it but my point is that math has always been a talent of mine. Just one of the reasons I was chosen to be here.”
By this point, Mallory has tuned him out so well that his is voice is just a hum ahead of her. Instead, her focus turns to Langdon. He’s here, in this same facility but he’s left her alone. Though she knows she has no right to, Mallory feels abandoned.
However, she doesn't have long to dwell on that feeling. Andy’s pace slows. The seemingly endless hallway has comes to an end and opens into a huge chamber. It's breathtaking, open and full of what seems like natural light and despite herself, Mallory is impressed. There are small pockets of lounge areas throughout the open space. Islands of large cushioned seats. Along the curving wall opposite of where she and Andy stand there are what looks like shelves of food. She crosses the room to it and is surprised to find that it is only a picture. She puts her hand up to one of the items, a vibrant image of a peach. As soon as her fingers brush it, the image begins to glow. In red lettering, a message appears and pans across the image.
User not found. Please contact admin.
"Oh that won't work for ya," Andy calls from behind her. "At least not until we set you up with an account but let's not get ahead of ourselves."
She nods though she doesn't fully understand what he means. She steps back from the wall and turns to continue looking around. She realizes quickly that she and Andy are on the bottom floor of this facility. Above them rises four more floors, each one is another circle that branches out into curved hallways like the one she and Andy have come from. She hasn't seen this kind of space in over a year. Her jaw hangs slack.
“Pretty awesome right? I’ve been down here over a year but the Fib-Se still gets me every time.” he saddles up besides Mallory and watches her gawk. “All the Manibus were constructed around the Fibonacci Sequence and this is its center. Simulated natural light, the cleanest, highest concentration of oxygen in the whole facility."
She doesn't respond, but Andy doesn't give up trying to get her attention.
He moves so that he's standing in front of her, "So what was it like in the outposts?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies still in awe.
Andy gives her a puzzled look. Her eyes snap down and sees his expression.
She quickly corrects herself, "Sorry I mean, it was...it was fine, I guess. I mean I’m sure it wasn’t much different than what you went through.”
He lets out a bark of laughter. It's Mallory's turn to give him a puzzled stare.
“I doubt it,” he says and lets out another high peal of laughter. “I heard that outposts were barely a few steps up from being on the outside. Then again, I was never in an outpost, never met anyone who was. So what do I know?”
“Shouldn’t everyone here be from an outpost? I thought the Sanctuary was a fail-safe, humanity’s last resort.”
This elicits another laugh from Andy but it is sluggish, less amused and more concerned.
“Now where did you hear something like that. Last resort? Hardly! Here at the Sanctuary Humanity isn’t just surviving. We are thriving!”
The realization arises, Mallory has not only been abandoned but she’s been lied to as well. The air seems to flee her lungs and the world shrinks. The light in the room, which had just a few minutes before felt so warm, joyus even, feels cold and too sharp. She feels that she has swallowed a lead weight but Andy shows no signs of slowing.
“Well, we got more things to do so we should head out,” he chirps and turns towards the entrance of yet another.
The thought of another long, curved trek turns Mallory's stomach.
“I want to lie down.”
“Oh don't be a party pooper! You've been snoozin’ for hours. Plus I wanna get through your orientation before Third Block ends and then you can meet the other operatives. Not to mention we still need to get you yo-”
“Andy,” she interrupts. “I need to lie down.”
Andy looks at her then and seems to see her for the first time. No one who really knew Andy Channing would ever mistake him for being sympathetic. He’d always been a calculating, reaching individual but had learned early on to mask his narcissistic megalomania with a cheery, disarming affect. It made it easier to get what he wanted from people and hadn’t his method served him well? He stands among the few, here at the end of the world. And truthfully, he cares nothing for Ms. Mallory Wilson. It's clear from her profile that she was nothing before the bomb. He had read enough to know that her Grey outfit brands her as even less than nothing after the bomb. Andy was chosen and she was happenstance. Still, her face is ashen and Andy thinks she might not even make halfway through the rest of her orientation. He sees no other option than to relent.
“Well...you do smell like a day old corpse. Let's get you a change of clothes and you can get washed up, yeah?”
Andy takes her down another hallway that leads them away from the Fib-Se and its light but this trek is considerably shorter than the previous one. After about only a minute or so, Andy pauses before a blank expanse of wall. He types something into his tablet then there is a hiss and pop of air as door appears and opens before them. Andy enters and Mallory follows, both silent and somber.
The room they enter is much like a hallway itself. Narrow, not much wider than five feet across but it is deep at least 30 feet or so. The walls are paneled with dark wooden doors. They are perfectly lined up in two rows, one on top of the other. Each door has on it it in silver and black, a barcode.
When they enter, Andy turns to the left where a small compartment covered by a glass panel glows with a blue light on the left wall. He holds his tablet up to a barcode that has been printed on the glass. The compartment lets out a soft, high ping and into the compartment drops a small package. Andy lifts the glass panel and pulls out a small square of fabric. He unfolds it to reveal a black tote bag.
He holds up it for Mallory to take and smiles, “Reusable.”
Andy moves quickly down the line of doors. The clothing come in general sizes, S, M, L but they were made to fit large in an effort to fit as many bodies and body types as possible. All the items are neatly folded into similar flat squares as the tote.
“Now I doubt you'll be in Manibus much longer so I’ll just snag you a couple sets things. I promise I'm not cheap,” he glances back to wink at her. “I’m just practical.”
Andy stops occasionally at a door, scans the barcode with his tablet then pulls out an article of clothing. He grabs her a pair of dark brown pants, a cream colored tunic, a cardigan, and a heavy sweater in similar tones, explaining each item as he drops them into her bag.
“Seems like a lot but believe me, you'll need the layers once you get up to residential areas. Heating goes way down after Fifth Block.”
Next he makes his way all the way down until he's about halfway through the room. Andy opens up one of the bottom cabinets and crouches down to reach inside. However, at this cabinet he pauses. He looks up at Mallory then gives her a quick but obvious once over.
“You're a little…uh practical up top too, huh? I'm not sure how well you'll be able to fill these out but I’ll throw ‘um in just in case.”
He holds up a small white bralette up for her to see while grinning. Mallory doesn't dignify his jeering with a reaction. He drops a couple pairs of panties in her bag which is quickly filling up. Last were a bundle of thick socks and a pair of brown ankle boots.
As he hands her the socks he says, “you hang on tight to those. They're practically gold around these parts.”
They leave the room. Andy seems back to his old self, chattering away like before. Mallory remains silent. She barely registers that Andy has led her into an elevator that takes them up to the top floor of the facility. They follow the curling hallway a short distance until they stop in front of a visible door. Another barcode is printed on the door at eye level.
“It isn’t exactly the height of luxury but I figured you wouldn’t mind since you won’t be staying long,” Andy says as he scans the barcode and it opens up to reveal a room not much bigger than her old room back at the outpost. “You’re supposed to be heading to the Animo along with Langdon soon.”
Without responding, Mallory shuffles into the room. What it lacks in space, it makes up for in luxuries that she would have never been afforded back that outpost. A small desk and chair set sits to the right of the door. On it sits a small lamp and besides that there’s a small black book. She makes to grab it but Andy swoops in and snatches it up before she can grab it.
“See that tech pad over there,” he motions towards a glowing pad on the left hand wall.
It’s height and width is a little larger than the average hand. It glows blue in the darkness of the room. From the corner of her eye, Mallory watches Andy tuck the small journal into his pocket. She looks back up at him and he smiles.
“You put your hand to that and it will open up into the bathroom. You can get cleaned up in there. Fifth Block ends in three hours. I’ll be back for you then.”
She nods and continues into the room. Andy stays in the doorway. The light outside cuts him into a dark figure. From her place in the darkness of the room, he seems to Mallory nothing more than a shadow. He’s still smiling at her.
“Mallory,” he calls to her as she’s turning away towards the bathroom. “A word of advice. Everyone here has a purpose, all of us were painstakingly chosen to fulfill that purpose. Everyone except you. I would suggest you find what your purpose is and soon because here in Manibus things without purpose get discarded.”
As he says that last word, his hand falls to the journal in his pocket. He stands for a moment longer, a smiling shadow in her doorway before saying goodbye and leaving her alone in the dark.
For a long time after, Mallory simply stands in the center of the tiny room. Her skin itches, feels far too tight. And the room, no bigger than the only other one she’s known for the past year, feels cavernous and unwelcoming. She glances occasionally at the techpad knowing that she need only put her hand to it and she can solve these two issues but she is rooted to the ground. Tears come unbidden, hot and painful. They close her throat and she chokes until her choking becomes sobbing. She falls into herself, folding like a sheet of paper.
She has no right to feel sad, no right. She has no right to feel hurt by his abandonment, his dishonesty. But she does . She feels it like a burning, a tugging like a rope is tied around heart. It pulls and pulls. She puts her hands to her heart as she doubles over.
“It hurts.”
It hurts, to see Mead laid out on the slab like a corpse. He'd seen her like this before, back when she had first been reborn through the womb of silicone and steel only back then he had been rapt with anticipation. The technicians had assured him that she just needed a routine check up made evident by the issues that arose during her update. Still, Michael insisted on overseeing it. He almost wishes he hadn’t. It is maddening for Michael to see her like this.
The room she had been placed in is empty except for the table she’s laid out on. The seamless white walls only serve to make the room feel even emptier, it’s hollowness more vast. Michael stands over her occasionally looking through the progress report that is displayed on the screen in his hands. She’s pale as a ghost and her face is like a statue’s. She could be dead. She could be sleeping but she is neither of those things. She is just broken. There’s a hiss and pop of a door opening behind him.
He straightens up instinctually, rising to his full height and says, “This system check is taking longer than you estimated,”
When he is met by silence, he turns to face the intruder and is faced with the unexpected and unwelcome sight of Amara De Feu, High Priestess of the Unholy Order. Amara would be a startling sight in any context but in a place like the Manibus, she is overwhelming. Unlike Michael, who has since arriving at Manibus adopted their utilitarian style of dress, Amara dresses in the great, sweeping silhouettes of the Amino. Her entire ensemble is black but is made up of intricate designs. Hundreds of lines created by hand-stitched piping flows in tight waves across her body. They stretch outward, from her right shoulder in a diagonal down past her left leg creating a dynamic silhouette that makes her willowy frame seem larger and more angular than it actually is. A square of black mesh falls over her pale face, floating just above the skin seemingly without any support. She is a nightmare, a vision and yet Michael is unimpressed.
“Amara. What an unexpected surprise.”
Behind her veil, her pale mouth splits into a simper.
“Veri Heredis,” she replies with a warmth that does not meet her eyes. “You were expected back at Animo days ago. I was worried you might be avoiding me so I came to see what held you.”
She saunters into the room. The fabric of her dress follows the movement of her body strangely, swaying in the opposition direction of each step forward. Despite this, Amara manages to move with some grace, caged in by her own clothing. She sidles up besides him. Michael resists the urge to hurl his body backwards, away from her.
“They told me that you were overseeing the repair of some droid. I didn't realize it would be her.”
The warmth that was missing in her greeting to Michael is found when she looks upon the visage of Miriam Mead. She raises her hand as if to caress the older woman’s face. Michael almost goes to grab her wrist. He feels ill at the thought of De Feu putting her hands on Mead or anything that belonged to him. However at the last moment, she pulls her own hand back and turns to face him.
“However, I was a little confused by the explanation. Surely a droid could be better serviced in the Animo.”
She wanders away from him. The ruffling of her clothing is loud in the silence of the empty room as she makes her way around to the other side of the table.
“It was more about urgency than artistry, Amara,” Michael says.
She stares across Mead's body at him. Her dark eyes on him are unnerving but Michael gives as good as he gets. Amara is the first one to break. Her eyes flit back to Mead's face.
“Fine, keep your secrets while you can. You know how I love intrigue, Michael.”
Michael takes her words as a threat and most things that Amara says are. His name from her lips makes his skin crawl and he struggles not to cut her tongue out of her head. But if killing Amara was that easy, Michael would have done it already.
“She meant everything to me once upon a time. Like a comfort blanket, I used to cling to her,” this time she does touch Mead. “But to lead one must put comfort aside. That's what she taught me.”
Her fingertips are topped with a pitch black cones that extend their length from the first knuckle to about four inches to the tip. But the rest of her hand remains bare, the pale, dry skin like pearl against the ink of her ornamentation. She runs her knuckles along Mead's cheek; her eyes snap up to meet his. She sneers at the disgust in his eyes.
“Hurry back to the Animo, Veri Heredis. Or else I may be forced to free you from whatever is that is keeping you away.”
Amara leaves and Michael is left alone. Five minutes and twenty-three seconds after her departure, Michael decides he has to tie up loose ends. He is going to kill Mallory.
When she wakes, Mallory knows she isn’t alone. Her body aches and when she tries to sit up, she fails miserably. To her right she hears a rustle of paper, there’s dim, orange light near the door. It takes some effort but she manages to turns her head to look towards the other body in the room and finds Michael Langdon lounging on the desk chair, a vision bathed in lamplight.
In his hand is an open book. He is silent as his eyes scans the pages, His clothing is far more casual than before, a grey collared shirt tucked into a pair of loose, dark pants. Over that he wears light sweater. Michael does so enjoy the ritual and pomp of extravagant ornamentation but there’s a time and a place. The Manibus operate by the virtue of utility and so he has chosen to keep his manner of dress utilitarian.
“You’ve been asleep for two days,” he pans not looking up from his book.
His hair is pulled up into a loose bun, a few stray locks fall around his face. He flips to the next page, the soft rustle of the paper resounds in the quiet of the room. Mallory only has enough energy to groan in response. Her head is pounding and her mouth is like cotton.
“If you’re thirsty, there’s some water here,” he says motioning to what looks to be a small plastic pitcher on the desk
Besides it is a small plastic cup. Mallory stares long and hard at the cup and pitcher. At this point she would be willing to kill for a just a drop of moisture on her tongue but for some reason her limbs just don’t want to comply. Mallory squirms a little, willing herself to get up and get at that water. Ultimately, she only manages to roll over on to her side to face him.
Michael looks up from his book when rolls over. She is staring at him, he feels the glare of those doe-eyes even if he cannot make them out in the darkness. She sticks out like sore thumb in the lived-in scene of this room. Michael knows little of what fate befell this room’s former inhabitant but he knows that she’s gone now but all of her things remain. His eyes fall to the book again and makes note of the page he’s left off on. He closes it, places it neatly on the desk besides the water and rises to his feet.
He approaches the bed, “I read Channing’s report.”
It is less of a bed and more of a mattress that sits on a platform that rises about about two feet off the ground. On the face of the platform are some drawers and a cabinet that holds clothes that will never be worn again. To Michael’s right there are two short steps that lead up to the flat top where the mattress sits. The walls that rise up around the bed is lined with shelves heavy with books that used to belong to someone. They will either be re-purposed or disposed of once they are both gone.
He crouches down to her eye level. “You didn’t finish your orientation.”
He hears her huff but he can’t see her expression in the darkness. Michael leans in closer, places his hands on the platform just besides the mattress to get a better look at her face. Her breathing is shallow, face ashen. Even as she staring at him, the dazed look in her hooded eyes tell him that she can barely focus. But she's in there, distrust looks out at him from her eyes. He doesn't need to step into her head to figure that out, it is plain as day on her face. And yet she doesn't fight him when he reaches out and presses his hand to her forehead. Her skin is dangerously hot, enough for it to be painful. He reasons with himself that what he is planning is a mercy to her. He is being kind.
“It’s no wonder you feel like shit. You never received your anti-radiation shot.”
There’s no tears, no trembling from her this time. Rather, she stares at him with unabashed suspicion. He stands and her eyes follow him like twin dark planets pulled by his gravity. They stare into one another, him from above and she from below. A moment passes but then her stomach croaks breaking the silence.
“Hungry? We’ll find you something but you need your anti-radiation injection first.”
She grunts in response, neither a yes nor a no. Her arms wrap around her middle as if she could silence her traitorous gut this way.
He raises an eyebrow at her noncommittal response, “Get up, Mallory.”
When she rolls over so that her back faces him, Michael frowns. That simply won’t do. He returns to the desk and picks up the pitcher of water. He pours the contents noisily into the cup. Mallory perks up at the sound. She twists her torso just enough to see him standing at the desk, cup in hand. He meets her eye as he takes a sip.
“Please,” she croaks, the word barely sounds human coming through the dry cavern of her throat.
Michael decides that he likes her pleading. He wonders if he’ll miss it when she’s gone.
“You want it?” he refills the cup and drinks deeply. “Sit up.”
Hears something like a growl from her but he can’t see her mouth. He doesn’t have to wait long before he sees her rise up. There’s something serpentine in the movement of her body. She sways a little, the fever bows her even when she is just sitting.
“Up,” he demands, he can feel her glare through the darkness. “Come here.”
Her silhouette remains static and Michael grows impatient. He slams the cup on to the desk. The force of it makes her jump.
His voice is low and dangerous when he says one last time, “Come here.”
Mallory squirms for a moment. Her eyes are downcast now, he sees the way her head is angled downward. Then, with shaky resolve, she stands and drags herself to stand before him. Up close, the blush in her cheeks is evident and her humiliation is clear. But still, she came.
Michael fights a snicker back. He refills the cup, her eyes follow his every movement. The cup is full in a few moments but he holds it in his hand. He considers knocking back this cup as well but thinks better of it. He delivers the cup into her greedy hands and she gulps it down quickly. Too quickly, she chokes a little but it barely slows her down. She finishes the whole thing in almost no time.
He watches her and shakes his head, “Stubborn girl.”
Her eyes find him over the rim of the cup. They are liquid with fury but her body is too weak to retaliate. So, she finishes her cup and the rest of the pitcher while she’s at it. When he certain that she isn’t going to keel over he leads her out into the hall.
Mallory is going round and round in her head. She’s like a live wire besides him. In contrast, Michael is resolved. There is one destination. He glances down at her and is surprised to find her already peering up at him. The distrust, the suspicions isn’t gone but with them now is curiosity.
She quirks her mouth and her eyebrows are jammed together when she says, “The apocalypse still has night time.”
He realizes that this is the first time she’s seen the Manibus like this. The backlights behind the white walls have been dimmed and have been switched to a dark, desaturated purple.The ceiling above is completely black, dotted here and there by small points of light, a simulation of the night sky.
“The lighting is controlled by an algorithm that follows the body’s natural circadian cycle,” he explains. “When they were developing this place there were particularly concerned with what effect life underground would have on inhabitants.”
He looks up at the ceiling and scoffs, “they thought stars might make people feel better about the world ending.”
He looks younger in the dark.
“I think that makes sense,” she says with labored breath.
The fever, no doubt, is taking its toll.
“It was too bright before, like being an Apple store 24/7. It’s better like this.”
He glances again at the mock-stars above and they seem different somehow.
If she wants to voice what has her so agitated, she makes no indication of it. Michael also feels no urge to speak or prod her further so they walk in an oddly comfortable silence. It would have been downright amicable had it not been for the fact that she was practically half dead and he’s planning on killing the other half. They travel down to the second floor where the med-bay is located. Like anything else in the Manibus, the med-bay’s design is heavily influenced by utility. He leads her to a room that is devoid of any comfort or warmth. The light here is cold and bright, all the lines are hard, sharp. He has her sit on the thinly cushioned examination table and she watches as he prepares.
The back wall of the room is lined by shelves. Stacked on these shelves are white plastic boxes all uniform in shape, size, and placement. Below each row of boxes is a barcode. All this is covered by a glass door that rises when Michael places his hand on a scanner besides these shelves. He chooses one box from the top shelf and begins to prepare its contents.
As he does so he tells her, “The clothes need to come off.”
She has the audacity to look scandalized and he just has to laugh at her, unable and unwilling to suppress whatever amusement he may derive from her. Soon enough he won’t be able to. He inserts the tip of the syringe in to the top of the top of tiny glass bottle in his hand and pulls the piston up; soon enough she will be gone.
“You’re body is heavily poisoned from being exposed for a year to radiation, anything that hasn’t been treated properly and stays too long in contact with it will become irradiated. Unfortunately, they don’t treat their clothes so they have to go.”
Mallory thinks it over for a moment but after a few moments he hears the sound of clothes ruffling behind him. When he turns around she is already down to her underwear. Her arms are wrapped around her body. She’s shivering, gone is the amicable silence. Her face is a portrait of annoyance and fury.
“You gonna have a seat?”
She doesn’t move a muscle. Her eyes dart to the medical bed then down to the floor. She clenches and unclenches her fists.
“You lied.”
He takes out an alcohol swab and motions for her to give him her arm, “You'll have to be a little more specific.”
“You lied about everything...about humanity being on the verge of extinction, about this being the last hope. It was all bull.”
“Yeah, you sure called it. Do you want an award?”
She recoils wrapping her arms around her body even tighter but its all for naught. He grabs for her right wrist and rips apart the cradle she’s made of her own arms around herself. He tries to swab the inside of her arm but she pulls it back.
“I don’t want the shot.”
He sighs, “and we were doing so well. Come now, we're almost done.”
He reaches out again but she resists. She pushes at him, slaps at his hands. When he gets ahold of one of her wrists, she freaks. A burst of energy surges through her and she manages to both push him off and knock the syringe from his hand. The glass of the barrel shatters when it hits floor. Something about the sound and the sight of it sets Mallory off.
“What did you bring me here for huh?” she screams. “You gonna fuck with me? Push and pull me around like a fucking ragdoll. Why? What’s the point? Everyone here has a fucking point? A purpose? So what's mine. What the fuck am I doing here?”
Michael stares down at the broken glass on the floor. Clear liquid oozes across the floor where the syringe lies shattered.
“You're purpose?” his voice is low and even. “Your purpose is whatever the fuck I say it is!”
Michael feels as if he is splintering. He isn’t even seeing her. Michael only sees Mead’s pale, prone body on the slab. He is seeing Amara’s sly smile behind her veil as she makes her veiled threats. He steps towards her and she cowers backwards but he doesn’t let her get far. He seizes her wrists in his hands and clasps them with an unforgiving grip.
“If I want to fuck you up, if I want to gut you with my bare fucking hands, then that's what I'll do. And you will sit there and fucking take it.”
He squeezes even harder and she squeaks. It thrills him and he hisses, “you’ll say thank you.”
Mallory is practically on her toes, he’s pulled her so close that he’s lifting her off the floor. Breathing comes hard for both of them. Mallory looks stunned and he can’t bare the look in her eyes so he unhands her roughly pushing her backwards in the process. She stumbles and falls into the wall for support.
After, they are both silent. Michael goes back to the shelves and Mallory catches her breath against the wall but it doesn’t take her long to break the silence.
Her breathing is still labored, “I know that I'm nothing.”
When she says this, he feels the searing memory of Andrew’s words like a wound in her mind.
“I've known that my whole life. You didn't owe me the truth back then, you still don't but it's what I wanted. I wanted you to be honest with me. I wanted to trust someone, anyone.”
Her voice cracks and he knows already that tears must be welling up in her eyes. Such a nuisance but he can barely contain the urge to turn around and watch her break. She’s so fragile that she can be nothing other than a hindrance but he can’t deny he’s relieved. He glances down at the broken syringe then to the rows and rows of boxes all perfectly aligned and fully stocked. Only one row deviates, one box missing. He knows he has to reach for the next one in that same row but he doesn’t.
Instead he stands still, his back to her when he asks, “What do you know about want?”
Mallory legs are about to give. She slides down the wall until she’s crouching against it.
“I know it hurts,” she pauses to steady her breathing. “It's jagged. It feels like having a piece of glass ripped out of you or rope tied around your spine that someone keeps jerking around like a fucking yo-yo.”
Her words pierce him like a bullet. And oh how he bleeds. He looks back at her. She is a mess of thin limbs, of sharpness and sickness. The shivering has worsened. Even with a proper dose of the anti-radiation serum, she’d been in for a long two weeks of recovery. The shot that she had shattered would be easier for them both, less painful certainly.
As if feeling his gaze on her, she looks up to meet it. She looks as though she’s been shot through as well. There’s no doubt in his mind that this is the most enrapturing distraction that he has found in the year since the world ended. Her humiliation, her vulnerability, her pain ; she gives all this easily to him. She is split open before him like some red, dripping fruit and Michael is starving. And a starving man, even one that is the Antichrist, the destroyer of worlds, finds it unconscionable to give up even a scrap of food.
So Michael relents. In many ways, resistance is a child’s game. He remembers his grandmother and how she tried so hard to keep him small, to keep him under thumb and how he had pushed back until she broke. He remembers Ben Harmon and how he had tried to fight back against Michael’s nature, against Michael fate. Ben fought so hard and so long but in the end he too is broken down. It is only youth that entreats one to resist and right now Michael feels so very old, older than he’s ever been or will be. Resistance is for the sated, Michael resigns himself to starvation and all the unlucky impulses that should come along with it.
As he comes to this conclusion, Mallory has closed her eyes. Her body sags beneath its own weight. He wonders if she knows how close she’s come to death once more. He prepares the new needle, knowing that it promises her at least a week of painful recovery and him an unknown but almost assured blunder. He goes to her. He tries to be gentle as he hoists her up and presses her into the wall to pin her up.
The movement jostles her back into consciousness and just as she opens her eyes, he presses the needle into her arm. Her eyes snap wide and she hisses as the needle breaks the skin and sinks down into her flesh until it finds a vein. When he begins the injection she gasps, in pain surely but there is another feeling in it, one that is deeper than either pleasure or pain. He feels it with her as the serum enters her system.
He removes the needle but doesn’t press down knowing full well that because he doesn’t a deep bruise will bloom on her skin within the day. He retrieves a clear plaster from the kit and puts it over the tiny red dot where the needle penetrated her. Through the plastic plaster he can still see the hole in her arm and Michael runs his thumb over it. He thinks about what she said, about how it feels to want.
Michael leans in and whispers, “I feel it too.”
God bless ya if you finally made it to the end of this behemoth. Sorry about that. I’ll try to write something a little more interesting <3
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Not A Dream (7)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
Summary: Premier and headaches = ?
Words: 1721
Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: THIS IS GONNA BE PAINFUL AND POSSIBLY SHOCKING
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So far, so good. Nobody was paying any real attention to me besides the occasional 'how are you doing' or 'you must be so proud of your husband'. I smile and nod, thanking them for the support.
Sebastian stood beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist as we drank champagne. I catch myself wandering off in my mind not really paying attention when a nudge spurs me out of dreamland. "I'm sorry?"
Chris chuckles. "Long day?"
I smiled. "Long couple of days really. I didn't hear your question."
"I was just asking how work is going? Last I heard you were on that big trial."
I cleared my throat nodding. "It's going good. Finally looks like we're about to settle the deal."
Chris smiles. "Glad to hear that. You were stressed out for a while over it."
Sebastian nods, kissing my cheek. "Little busy beaver." Leaning into my ear he sighs. "They don't expect anything."
I sighed, smiling. "Good." I clear my throat. "I have to run to the ladies' room."
Scarlet smiles. "I'll join you."
I sigh. I am not playing twenty questions with this chick. Walking into the bathroom, she enters a stall while I wait outside, fixing my hair and makeup. When she's finished, washes her hands and fixes her dress. Smiling, she asks. "You and Seb seem distant."
Shit. "Really? You think?"
She shrugs. "You've been pretty quiet most of the night. Everything okay?"
I nod, my stomach dropping. "Yeah, everything's great. Just got a headache."
She smiles. "Of course."
I chew my lip and readjust my dress. "Congratulations on the movie. Not sure if I already said it or not."
She watches me in the reflection. "Three times, actually. You sure everything's okay?"
I nod. "Peachy. Listen, I should run and find Seb. Let him know I'm not feeling well."
"Yeah, of course. I'll be right behind you."
I left her in the bathroom, stood outside the bathroom door and sighed. Calming myself enough to continue, I walk to find my husband and link fingers with him. "Hey, honey."
Sebastian's eyes grow wide and then he smiles. "Hey baby." I squint my eyes and sigh, rubbing my forehead. "You okay?"
I nod. "Just a headache is all."
He kisses my forehead and smiles. "You wanna go home or-"
I shake my head. "No, of course not. This is your night, don't let little old me spoil it."
He kisses my cheek and chuckles. "If it gets any worse, let me know." I wink at him as Scarlet comes behind us, smiling.
"Well, we should really be going. I'm sure (Y/N) is more than overdue for a nap."
I smile, my head actually hurting now from the bright lights. "Sorry to be a bummer."
Chris smiles, leaning into me for a hug. "I hope you feel better."
I nod, smiling. "Thank you. Congrats again on the movie guys."
Walking to the parking lot, my head throbs harder. "Jesus, my head is killing me."
"For real? I thought it was just an excuse to get out of there."
I shake my head. "At first it was so I could avoid Scarlet's questions. She's great, by the way."
He snorts. "You were always dodgy on questions, so that's good." Climbing into the car, I close my eyes, leaning my head against the rest. Sebastian reaches over and rubs my thigh. "We'll be home soon then you can get some sleep."
Before we can pull out of the parking lot, a figure knocks on the window. Sebastian rolls his window down to reveal Chris standing there, Scarlet not far behind him. "Hey, buddy."
Chris smiles. "Hey, sorry to be a complete ass hat but our car won't start. You think we can hitch a ride to the hotel?"
I smile, nodding. "Of course, climb in."
Sebastian whispers. "We're always touchy in the car so don't be awkward if I start rubbing you or something."
"Just don't be groping anywhere you ain't wanted."
He rolls his eyes. "Scouts honor."
Chris and Scarlet climbed into the back seat and Sebastian, like promised, reached over again and laced our fingers together. I had to admit, it was nice. Having someone to hold and be close to. Chris chuckles. "Sorry for the bother guys. Didn't fucking count on the damn car breaking down."
Sebastian waves it off. "No worries. Which hotel?"
Scarlet names off the place they're staying and we speed out of the driveway. The hotel was a bit out of the way from the apartment but hearing the boys chatter about their personal lives and upcoming roles was interesting. Stopping at a red light, I take a bold move and reach my hand over to Seb's lap, rubbing his thigh. He cocked a brow at me and I rolled my eyes.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at the hotel, dropping the pair off. "Give us call tomorrow and maybe we'll meet up for breakfast."
Sebastian smiles. "She's not doing too hot guys, maybe brunch instead?" Chris nods and leads Scarlet inside.
I chuckle. "Never took you for a brunch person."
"Never took you for a thigh rubbing person."
"Shut up." Then the pain in my head seemed to heighten to a ten just like that. My breath hitched in my throat and I felt sick to my stomach. "Oh fuck."
Sebastian glances at me, worry filling his face. "What? What's wrong?"
"My fucking head, somethings wrong."
He picks up speed and drives straight to the apartment. Helping me into the elevator and inside, he takes me straight to the bedroom. "Crawl into bed. I'll grab some Advil and water." Only moments later, he returns with promised Advil and water. I slide under the covers, dressed in my underwear and tank top.
"The bed's fucking freezing."
He shrugs. "Would be warmer if you let me actually sleep with you."
I rolled my eyes but the motion pricked another wave of pain. "God dammit."
He sighed,stripping down to this underwear and crawls under the covers, holding me tight against his chest. "Don't be weird about this."
"What's weird about a stranger holding me tight?"
"For your information, smart ass, whenever you got headaches, colds or flus. I'd crawl in bed with you, no matter how fucking sick you were and hold you until you fell asleep. So shut up and let me help you how I can."
Well then. "Fine."
"Baby, this place is amazing!" I spin around the empty apartment and giggle as Seb follows into the living room.
"You really like this one? We got three more to see after this if we don't want it."
I shake my head. "This place is perfect."
He kisses my hair and sighs, content. "If you love it then I love it."
"Good. Because I love it and I love you."
Smirking, his leans down and presses a quick kiss to my lips. "Good."
I feel myself tossing and turning in the bed. Sebastian's arms grip me tighter.
"Baby, wake up! Wake up!"
I sigh and flip over in bed, covering my head with the pillow. "Whaaaaat?"
Seb jumps onto the bed, laying flat so all of his weight is on me. "Today's the first day of making breakfast!"
"What?" I chuckle as I slither under his body.
"It's day number one in our new place so it's the first day of making breakfast. I took the liberty of running to the corner store quickly, picking up a few things. I got pancake mix, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham. Loads of fruit, strawberries specifically for you, my Love. Blueberries for me and if you touch them, I'm gonna have to kill ya."
I shake my head, finally breaking free from under his weight. "All of that sounds really good but you know what sounds ever better?" He hums a response. "Coffee."
He sighs, defeated. "I thought you were gonna say sex because you know we have a whole apartment to break in."
I roll my eyes. "Jesus, you're a fucking horn dog."
"Oh please, tell me you did not look at the island and say 'damn I can't wait for my husband to fuck me hard on that'?"
I shrug. "What if I did?"
He winks, leaning in close to kiss my lips again. "Then we got a lot of steps from here to there."
I jolt awake, screaming. "Oh my god."
Sebastian flicks the light on beside him, eyes curious yet terrified. "What's wrong?"
I was holding my head between my knees. "My head."
"It's still hurting?"
I nod. "It feels like my brain's going to explode."
"You want some more pills?"
I shake my head. "No, just let me try and get more sleep." Moments later, I'm out like a light again.
"I cannot believe you would do this to me!" I yell and throw a plate at his head.
"You're kidding? You've been so invested in your fucking job and your reflection that you couldn't spare three fucking minutes a day for me? You're husband?" Tears fill his angry eyes.
"You're blaming me for this? You're actually blame me for fucking that whore? That's rich."
He runs a hand through his hair. "I'm not blaming you I'm just stating facts."
"No, Sebastian, you're spitting out excuses."
"Excuses? If I was going to use any excuse in the book, maybe I'd pull one out that hurt a bit more."
I stopped, my eyes growing hard. "Do not bring it up."
“(Y/N), we have to deal with this. We have to acknowledge that we lost the baby, okay?"
"I said don't bring it up!"
He stepped closer. "I'm sorry that we lost this baby, I'm sorry that I turned to another woman. You weren't and still aren't letting me help you heal, baby. I want to help you. I want you to help me."
I feel tears flowing down my face. "I don't know if I can trust you again."
He shakes his head. "I understand that. It's gonna take time for this to heal."
I scoff. "Time? It's gonna take a fucking miracle, Sebastian."
I jolt awake again but not with a headache this time. Sebastian feels me sit up, sighing and flicking on the light. "You're head still hurting?"
I shake my head. "No. But I remember."
"Remember what?"
I scoff. "Everything."
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session 29 - High Tension Situations
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> 🎵 Rogue Encampment / Diablo 2 OST
Cracking open the entrance again as they were taught by Ezra, the group all head down into the cave system remembering the codes and the traps, Keva taking point. They eventually make their way back through the underground, reaching the large dark humid cove again.
Peering about as they come down they see a lot of boats on the waters strangely, as well as lights peeking through windows scattered about the buildings in the dark. Heading into the area proper there looks to be plenty of hustle and bustle down here as well strangely enough. Cloaked and shadowed individuals and groups are walking about quickly and some places look even more boarded up, or are in the process of becoming so. This is probably the loudest they’ve ever heard the place, sounds of hushed muttering and arguments being heard echoing around all the buildings and carved roads.
Finn and Han take their time peering around, it seems as if the people here are emptying out or holing up inside places as quickly as they can. Listening in as they walk by they get whispers from people gossiping about the business upstairs with the lockdown, every now and again hearing words about corpses. They also hear some whispering about disguised royal guards being spotted down in the area earlier. The rest of the party doesn't seem to take as much notice however, simply noting the place looks busy.
Han: "seems like that lockdown is affecting here too... and there could be guard around"
Plum: im not worried about no cops
Rokka: rokka huddles a little closer to whoever is next to him
Psalm: jesus
Finn: psalm be like sorry im granblueing rn
Plum: he has his phone out
Psalm: OH FUCK I MISSED STRIKE TIME AGAIN
Rokka waltzes around in his Chris RokksworthTM disguise while Finn keeps his heavy daytime garb on in the cove, the others dont bother too much with disguising themselves aside from pulling up their hoods.
The party decide to head over to Renny’s, noting it as the last place they saw Cole and Ezra. They all walk down and around to the centre area of the cove, making their way back to the same dingy looking building and cramped alleyway. They manage to find the right road before getting too lost, recognising the familiar heavy wood door indicating the front of Renny’s inn.
As they enter the area they note that it doesn't look too busy around here, on the way notice a couple heated conversations and busy buildings, but nothing sticks out in particular.
Sidling up the door, the group give it a good knock, it takes a minute or so before they hear any sound behind it indicating that anyone’s even around. After some shuffling the thin slit in the door slides open and a familiar pair of eyes peer back at the party. It roves over the group for a moment, Han bending over and waving in response. It soon slides back shut and the party stand around listening to a series of unlocking sounds.
Finally the door swings open and there they see Renny, once again holding a pipe in one hand, as she moves to lean against the door frame.
Renny: “ol’ friends of ezra’s in need somewhere to hide out again? seems like you’ve got someone new with you though” she breathes out a wisp of smoke as she levels a long stare at finn
Rokka: "Hello again!"
Renny: "....hello again darlin"
Han: "we're looking for him. you happen to know where he went?"
Keva: "a direction would be good"
Finn: he stares back, unsure what to say to this lady or if its even important for her to know who he is.
Renny: "I haven’t seen the guy since he left the place with that tiefling girl after the other one, if I didn’t know him id worry he was skipping out on his tab” she snorts, but keeps staring at finn expectantly
Cimmorro: slaps finn's back like "pst introduce yourself"
Plum: im going to swat finn and tell him to say covertly
Rokka: nudges finn
Finn: he feels more than uncomfortable. he doesn't need to make it known the barvottes crawl around places like this. switching a few times between looking at cimmorro and rokka before looking at renny. "i am called finnian." he then looks away and pulls his hat down more.
Keva: cowboy tilt your hat finn
Finn: vargonia culture
Renny: she turns as u respond "nice to meet you there finnian, names renny, bit of common courtesy's appreciated"
Finn: he nods back, acknowledging the acknowledgement before peeking at renny from underneath the snufkin hat. "my apologies"
Renny: she smirks at you
Finn: this milf... her aura is overwhelming, finn looks at cimm if he did it right.
Cimmorro: cimm looks at u with a nod of acknowledgement
Finn: i feel like turning to cimm for social advice is awful
Cimmorro: OIJGIAOPJGWOPIAJGIAJIWG I HATE YOUG
Keva: she mumbles "why did...." then louder as she watches the others nudge at finn "...do you know which direction they were headed?"
Han: "and did they say anything as they left?"
Psalm: "I think we should just cut to the chase about why we're looking for them no? We have good enough reason to believe that they're in danger."
Rokka: "and we came to save them!"
Renny: "danger huh.... seems to be the trend around here. not really, think he went after that other friend of yours you popped in with. i’m no one to pry into what my patrons get up unless it’s going to disturb others or myself, understand me?” she takes another puff of her pipe and turns her head at you rokka "nice of you"
Keva: "other friend?"
Renny: “white haired fellow”
Chip: [han nat 1 insight check] renny would never lie to you.... perish the thought
Han: tru milfs wont lie to me they love me
Chip: so true
Getting a sense the conversation isnt really going anywhere, Cimmorro takes a step back to cast sending to cole while the others continue chatting along with renny, though renny gives him a curious glance.
Keva: "did you notice anything weird with the other guy when he left?"
Han: [nods at keva’s q]
Renny: "hmm...seemed tired, like he was in a daze. didn't ask"
Cimmorro: "it's cimmorro. do you have any clue where you are right now? any clue at all. keep it brief, this spell cant hold."
Cole: after a second or two you hear a response in coles voice in your head "ahuh- is that you cimm?? whoa where are you....were underground uh...some huge group jumped us. um uh...in the bone somewhere higher up-" before it cuts off
Cimmorro: just face palms at cole's rambling before getting everyone's attention "hate to break the chat but it seems like they're 'in the bone somewhere higher up,' cole said"
Han: "...so like..." han points upwards to shorewater
Rokka: "please don't tell me its the cult again ugh..."
Psalm: [to renny] "If you don't mind, do you have any idea what 'higher up' would mean for down here?"
Renny: "could mean one of the taller buildings or scaffoldings that crawls up the cove walls. or could just mean up north, theres a bit of a slant that lets you see over the rest of the cove from back there" she shrugs "doesn't really narrow down your search radius though i think, could ask around, more foot traffic lately"
Han, Psalm and Finn both think to themselves if they know of any particular big groups that may have targeted the two down here. Psalm and Finn come up with nothing, the latter having gotten most of his information from his uncle. Han thinks a bit longer but nothing immediately pops into her head outside trading groups ferrie told her about. Cole could be talking about a big gang but she gets the feeling there's plenty of those down here and she doesn't know any of them by name.
The group think amongst themselves, deciding they should split up to search, one group prowling the rooftops of the rickety buildings while others search and ask around on foot.
Han: she goes "well, thanks for your time" and gives renny another 5 gold
Renny: she raises a brow and takes it "well thank you, if ya spot him down the line let me know. finding myself a little curious now"
Han: "will do ma'am" ^_^
Renny: she waves and shuts the door behind her as you all chatter amongst yourselves, you hear the door lock four times behind her
Finn: "psalm you may not be going to the roof but ill give you my grimnir raid id while youre still here, its my strike time you see...”
Psalm: "Yeah no problem I can mvp"
Finn: "It's '00568E33, thank you psalm. your fire is invaluable to my raids."
Rokka: BAN GBF
Chip:
Finn: QWHY ARE YOU EXPOSING ME
Psalm: OH I CAN GO HOLD ON
Keva: OH MY GOD
Plum: oh my god
Finn: IUMDIFMFG
Rokka: he fidgets at the thought of leaving ground team alone "I'll...go with the ground..."
Han: ;LK;LKHSDALKHFKWELKRD 🥺
The groups split into two teams [ Han, Finn and Keva ] to explore the roofs and [ Psalm, Cimmorro, Plum and Rokka ] to ask around on foot. They decide to all meet back up again in about an hour’s time at Renny’s to share their findings.
The ground group decide to make their way to Nickel to see if they can get any useful information out of him. In the meanwhile the rooftop group sidle up to the nearest looking short building. Han offers to help the two up but Keva quickly climbs up and ahead of the other two on her own.
Han: "yes, i give boost, no problem"
Plum: forgot han sounds like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW1Nff6jgjo
Finn: "ive no need for any such thing. a vampire can scale any surface."
Han: "so can i, am i vampire now"
Finn: "no you cannot! i can climb anything! you cannot." he crosses his arms.
Han: "... yes i can"
Finn: finn furrows his brows. "you are so foolish that it truly escapes me how you've made it this far."
Han: han crosses her arms at finn "what? why?"
Finn: finn is exasperated. "insufferable." he scoffs before turning his back to han.
Han: "what, you think i cant? ill prove it"
Finn: "prove it then." he says in a snotty tone
Han casts spiderclimb on herself before immediately running up the side of the wall like naruto, laughing in victory from the rooftop. Though once she reaches the top she realises she does not have darkvision and cant really scope the place out at all. She can see many small lights peppered around the cove, but on the roofs? there are no lights on the roofs. its going to be easy to trip up here. In the meantime Keva attempts to peer out for anything suspicious, though she comes up empty, slightly distracted by the two behind her’s antics.
Han: “....balls”
Finn: he stares for a good moment. but then he shakes his head and tsks, despite han not being able to hear. foolish goliath. she had to cast a spell to do it! how foolish! [he then climbs up effortlessly after her]
Keva: she just, pulls her hood down lower and goes toward the higher nearby building mumbling "i'm not dealing with this"
The group make an effort to stealth themselves once they get up, Keva doing so well that Han loses track of where she went as the former climbs higher up on the building next to them.
Han: han is like "you take ages"
Finn: "perhaps you ought to take your time too, might draw fewer eyes to you." finn checks out his gloved nails you know how. its about the vibes it gives off 💅
Han: han is like >:/ MAYBE SO.................
In the meantime the other group make their way over to the location of nickel’s familiar storefront, Han having quickly shouted them directions from the last time she was down here. As the group approach they see a good number of boats near the shoreline and the building, it appears a group of people in similar uniforms as Nickel are hauling crates and barrels onto them.
They walk over to the tented side of the building to find nickel where they last spoke to him, though as they make to dip their heads inside a hand comes up in front of their faces shooing you back out, on the other side of it they hear nickels familiar drawl
Nickel: “sorry pal, closing up for the moment, trying to shift out our stock around like everyone else so-“ he sticks his head out from the flap at the tail end of his spiel “oh you lot again? surprised you’re down here again after all the chatter I’ve been hearing flow through” he gives your group a lazy smirk.
Psalm: "Eh... that got sorted out, but we're not here to shop."
Plum: "yo, you wouldnt happen to know about any big gangs in the area would you"
Han: SUCH AS YOURS, O FAIR NICKEL?
Cimmorro: "what's the hullabaloo about actually?"
Nickel: "wow fun question, whyre ya asking" he gives an awww at the no shopping comment before turning to cimmorro "hmm? figured you'd have heard about the big bad royal guards skulking around down here, among other things"
Plum: “...” i'm gonna turn to cimm and psalm and be like "is it a good idea to tell him why"
Psalm: "I don't see how we can avoid that if we want to get the most information out of him if he knows something but... we can try?"
Plum: "that's what i think, and it's not like he's the most trustworthy person ever, well okay”
Psalm: "As far as I know the Dark Blues are a merchant group and not in the business of kidnapping people, so i want to say i doubt he’d be involved”
Plum: "fine, well, some friends of ours got kidnapped"
Cimmorro: cimm just gives a "ah, just curious if there'd be more to it than that" also just nodding to psalm and plum rn
Nickel: "everyone here’s a little paranoid yknow? well myself included, so you can imagine anyone who’s drifting through is leaving and everybody else is boarding up their doors and digging their holes” he puts a hand to his chin “ ahhh the city feels a little scary these days don’t it valued customers?” he says while theatrically scrunching up his face in woe before turning to you plum "sad story there friend, not uncommon a thing to hear round here"
Plum: "sure, sure, but have you heard of any group like that is what i'm asking, like lets say its not just some random thugs"
Nickel: "oh plenty down here, but you'll want to narrow down the list unless you want to stand here and listen to me drone on for an hour" he folds his arms and smiles "and its not very in my nature to give things away for free"
Plum: plum puts their fingers to their head in annoyance and says "i'd rather listen to you drone on than be doing this right now"
Nickel: he goes ^__^
The group relay to him what Cole told them, about being higher up somewhere within the bone, specifying she probably meant somewhere in the northern area rather than above their heads. They also state they’re looking for Ezra, remembering Nickel encountered him the first time they met the drow so he may recognise him, they also bring up rickert’s name additionally.
Cimmorro: "oh hum... does rickert sound familiar to you?"
Nickel: "hmmm...somewhat, pauldrun...?"
Psalm: "Elf, short hair, missing his right eye. Scar on his face. Has probably never smiled in his life. Ringing any bells?”
Nickel: he nods his head and shakes his hand "ah yes yes i know of him, hes fond of grinning i hear actually"
Cimmorro: "the one with us was the opposite of that yeah"
Rokka: "wonder why he doesn't grin with us 🤔 "
Psalm: "Well hearsay and reality tend to be two very different experiences 😇"
Nickel: he laughs at that
Psalm: score
Han: ARE YOU IN A DAITNG SIM A;LKDSFHRLKW3EFDS
Cimmorro: "SO.... if you two are done flirting... any clue of their possible whereabouts or no"
Nickel: he smirks at you cimm and continues "him and his motley crew? i know where they like to hang around the most at least"
Cimmorro: 😳 ".... and i assume you want compensation for that information?" cimm exhales
Nickel: "well since you're not buying anything..." he smiles
Psalm: "I wouldn't put it past them to kidnap people... 🤔"
Cimmorro: "yeah especially if it's ezra lol"
Psalm: "That aside, remember what they were up to when we first ran into them."
Plum: "unfortunately, it's not too farfetched that it could be them"
Cimmorro: "they sure like their ropes!"
Rokka: "Makes sense"
Cimmorro: looks at nickel unamused "what's your offer then?"
Nickel: "hmmm lets say 70 gold"
Rokka: Psalm quick eldritch blast
Psalm: i want to be able to shop here later...
Cimmorro: i huddle towards the others "not particularly skilled in haggling so if one of you wants to try... either way, we can also pool for it"
Plum: "i'm also not skilled at haggling"
Rokka: ok rokka pulls out 70g and dumps it on nickels hand "that good sir?"
Nickel: "oho thank you kindly sir" he pockets into one of his pouches with a smile while giving you a knowing glance
Nickel: he turns to address you all now "if you want to find rickert i suggest you look for a bar called the Cracked Skull, its where him and his gang like to idle around when they're down here. if they aren't on a job in any case, they’re probably busy with people leaving or piling in so you’re bound ta’ find someone whos seen him recently" another smile
Psalm: "What are the directions from here?"
Nickel: "head around the east dive, its where most of the livelier bars are, place has a big skull drawn on the front of it, hard to miss"
Plum: "oh last thing, when are you reopening your shop after all the, uh-" gestures to people moving around
Nickel: he looks down at you "hmmm well right now were relocating our storage and whatnot so..." he thinks for a beat "if nobody comes snooping for us specifically we'll probably be open our doors again within the week, eager to see you then of course"
Plum: "right" and then in a more deadpan voice plum says "see you then"
Rokka: "thank you good bye!"
Psalm: "Thank you kindly."
Cimmorro: cimm just leaves fr
Nickel: he gives you all a cheery wave "see you again soon"
Plum: theres no way rickert's gotten to level 5 within a week lets beat his ass
Cimmorro: little did u know he fought a dragon and got to lv 20
Cimmorro: once we're out the store i'm gonna nudge rokka "i'll pay a part of that gold later. i have no change on me right now"
Rokka: rokka looks at cimm "huh? what? no! no, it's fine don't worry about it!! thank you though..."
Cimmorro: :/ "it's a group effort right now and i'd like to do my part. nothing more nothing less"
Rokka: "i mean...if you insiiiisstttt...." rokka nods and looks around for a bit before looking back at cimm "no rush though!"
The belowground group make their way over towards the Cracked Skull. Back with the rooftop group both Keva and Finn attempt to peer out into the cove for anything of note nearby but both ultimately come up with nothing. Finn finds himself distracted by Han nearly tripping over the roof in the dark while Keva stares back down at the two from her higher vantage point, throwing a small rock at Han’s leg to get the twos attention.
Finn: "looks like you cannot climb anything, the way i do. time to admit it, no?"
Han: "i just proved i can climb it easily, what the fuck are you on about"
Finn: "tripping over yourself like the oaf you are, ha. you are not just foolish, but also amusing."
Han: "i cant see in the da-(VERY MUFFLED SQUEAK OF SURPRISE)" [tracks where the stone came from] then punts finn and goes "whatever, come on"
Finn: finn holds a hand over his mouth in fake shock and rolls his eyes. "sure."
The group set out to start snooping around the taller buildings near Renny’s as opposed to just looking out over the streets. Keva manages to keep quiet and not alert people inside as she peers through cracks, she sees quite a few shady dealings occurring but nothing that seems to be related to Cole or Ezra. Finn ends up much the same as Keva, thinking to himself ‘wild that people live here’ as he stares at some guy randomly sleeping on the floor.
Han has less luck than the other two, coming across heavily boarded windows, and even when she can peer through the cracks its too dark inside for her to notice anything. As she stomps about the outside she also gets an ugly glare from one window from an occupant inside. She quickly gives a peace sign and slides down the wall back to the ground while the eyes glare at her all the while.
The three regroup a little dejected, han pouts.
Keva: "maybe we're thinking about this the wrong way"
Han: han looks at keva like go on
Finn: "i am not sure myself. i wonder if the other team is making any more progress than we are."
Keva: "i don't know, there's like uptown and downtown in cities right? maybe there's different part of the withered bone"
Han: "renny said it could be north where theres a scaffolding... north should be that way (points), we could try heading there"
Finn: cant I fact check on that being north [it is] "let us do that then. I do not see any other leads that we could possibly follow instead."
They decide to make their way over to the northern side of the cove, hopping over the roofs in the dark as they go (han with slightly less reckless abandon). Once arriving in the northern area they split and once again get to searching around the outside of the buildings from the roofs.
Finn comes up empty, these people really like to board their windows shut...it was annoying before but it is also annoying now. Han and Keva have slightly more success, managing to look into a few more rooms, but nothing obvious. Han gets a few more eyes glaring at her every time she passes by some windows, at one point even feeling a knife chucked into the boards at one point in her direction as a response to her unstealthily snooping.
The three regroup with a huff as they discuss their findings, staring about the area. They take note the western side of the cavern wall that they’re now near. It appears to have these spidering scaffoldings heading up to smaller buildings built higher into the walls, but they cant really tell how to get there.
Han: "should we...attempt to go there?" han points to the cavern wall scaffoldings
Keva: "do we got time?"
Han: han is like ehhhhhhh
Keva: "okay well, i'll go back to meet up with the others then to tell them where you are, since we're almost out of time"
Finn: "think we'll be fast enough?" finn raises an eyebrow @ han
Han: han looks uncertain for a sec but then is like "ye, course"
Keva: "right well don't be idiots on the way" and keva's gonna head off
Finn: "hmph." finn shakes his head briefly. "let us waste no time."
Keva makes her way quickly back to Renny’s inn and waits outside on the roof, keeping an eye out for the others. The other two begin looking for a way up the scaffolds. Surprisingly in the dark Han finds the leisurely pace she's able to take with the spiderclimb works in her favour, she gets in some reconnaissance. Lower on the ground she sees a few figures in black hoods with gold trim siting at the entrance to the scaffolds keeping watch near a lantern, letting people pass up occasionally every now and again.
Finn slightly less successful simply peers up at the scaffolds, he guesses he could climb up there....its probably fine.... Before he can try anything Han stops him and points at the entrance, indicating if they wanted to climb up they should start further down and away from the guards at the entrance. She leads the two of them out of earshot and the two begin climbing, han switching to her climbers kit halfway through.
They seem successful for a time, though as the two get close to the scaffolding they hear a loud whistle suddenly in their ears. Peering up at the scaffolding they see someone in a similar hood to those at the entrance holding a crossbow staring down at them. Their face shadowed, they aim the crossbow at the two of them and wave it downwards, motioning for them to go back the way they came as a warning.
Han: han whispers "could u keep climbing quietly"
Finn: finn looks at her briefly but nods, and keeps climbing up.
Guard: the guard looks at you finn and shoots an arrow into the wall above your head
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Soon after the guard shoots their crossbow Han pulls her piston gear out and goes into freefall, pulling out her own bow and taking two shots at them. One hits, striking the guard in the shoulder before she plummets, the guard grunts out a cry of pain before whipping their glare in finn's directions seeing her now drop.
Psalm: somehow this is still less risky than us sending rokka to go talk to henrick while rickert is there
Han: JHFGJTFHDRETRKYGLHUK
Quickly the guard brings a hand up to their mouth again and lets out a longer loud whistle, along the wall suddenly Han and Finn both see lanterns lighting up one by one as she falls. Han quickly cats feather fall on herself before she hits the ground allowing her to land on her feet.
Across the cove Keva in the distance looks out towards the western cavern wall in the dark, there she can see one by one lanterns quickly lighting up across the scaffolds strangely. She quickly jumps to her feet running over the roofs as fast as she can.
Han: everyone playing with me
Finn: I MEAN...WOULD THEY SHOOT ME IF IM BACKING OFF... PLEASE PLEASE IM SO NOBLE POSITION OF PRIVILEGE!!!
Soon after she hits the ground Finn stops in place out of fear, seeing the lanterns light up he drops right after her. She ends up catching him in her arms easily enough.
Han: curses under her breathe in a language u dont understand and then says "time to runnnn"
Finn: finn glares at you han. "i should have known better than to count on you for a plan! imbecile!" he also curses in a language you dont understand and hops out of your arms to run himself
Han: "i SAID could you get UP THERE qUIETLY and YOU! said YES!!!!!!!!"
Finn: "you reassured me youd distract him! ugh! i wouldve expected you to take that lowly guard out swiftly, but no! you are nothing but an oaf!" he grunts
Han skids to halt and attempts to deck finn for the insult but he quickly dodges out of the way as they run.
Finn: finn gasps, offended by your attempt. "you...!! ive no words! baseborn scum!" he cusses at her quite unrestrained and bolts again.
Han: "YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL, SHIT FOR BRAINS TWIG MAN"
Finn: "SUCH A BLOATED BODY BUT NO SPACE FOR THE MOST VITAL ORGAN!"
The two continue bickering until Han spots an alleyway while they're running, tackling Finn into it with her successfully. She grapples him in her hands, whapping a hand over his mouth and casts pass without a trace. He begins shouting grumpily but she quickly tells him to quiet down so the two can stay hidden from the now approaching guards. He reluctantly settles down in her grasp fighting the urge to bite her hand.
The two go deathly quiet, listening in they hear yelling and chatter near the scaffolding begin to ramp up, after a minute or so they hear footsteps run past the alleyway, noting the familiar hoods it appears that they haven’t noticed their hiding spot. After a moment Han releases her hand from Finn’s mouth and makes a shooshing motion, though she still keeps a grip on him as they wait for the guards to disperse.
Han: finn feels hans heart pounding kya
Finn: KYA finn just goes wow havent felt one of those in forever
After a time it seems the guards roaming around on the ground have moved on from their area, though the scaffolding is still lit up, seems they're still alerted up higher. Keva also quickly arrives in the area, looking around she sees people in hoods holding lanterns hunting around, though not much else.
Han: han lets u go completely after the noise dies down and says " dont stray too far from me." and starts going making way to rennys
Finn: finn tsks at you once again, but is no longer in the mood to start arguments, for once. he follows you.
Keva stares at the group roaming about trying to discern anything about them but they seem pretty covert, she can tell for sure that they're guarding the upper scaffolds down here, and that there seem to be a good number of them. Seeing nothing to do she sighs and heads back over to Renny’s the same time Finn and Han do.
In the meanwhile the other group make their way over to the east dive from nickel's storefront, its easy enough for them to find their way as they remember heading to the area to check out Sammy's abode. As they look around they find what seems to be a populated area of sorts and a few crowded buildings.
Nearby they spot a rickety wooden building with a white skull painted across its front, in front of if a few figures huddled on the front stoop, sounds of chatter and laughter coming from inside. It appears they’ve found the place.
The figures huddled near the door don’t really move as the group approach so they find themselves having to step over and around them to get into the building.
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Entering the busy bar they see a number of seedy looking individuals peppered about, hooded figures and the more overt looking cutthroats and mercs, as well as any other wayward traveller nursing a drink looking for somewhere to lay low. Looking about they don’t recognise most of them, noting a stocky looking bartender behind the bar and a few hired guards standing at the doors, though in the corner of the room they see a smaller group huddled around a table.
Staring closer they recognise them as Rickert and part of his gang, four people sitting around with what looks like nothing better to do, including Henrick. from this distance they can see Rickert angrily arguing with one of the goonies while holding them in a headlock, Henrick looks on wearily taking a sip of a drink while him and the other one try and play cards.
Nervous about talking to Rickert out of disguise, the group all nominate Rokka to head over and get Henrick’s attention so they can talk to him instead while Rickert’s not around. He nervously walks over in his disguised form whistling as the others watch from across the room.
Cimmorro: everyone watches rokka miserably
Psalm: miserably is right we owe him the 70 gold after this
Rickert: as you approach you see rickert's head turn up in your direction and squint along with the goon in the headlock. the other two at the table also peer in your direction "...what do ya want?"
Rokka: his whistling dies down like those cartoon sounds of a falling missile "uh.......... i uh........... " he looks between rickert and henrick "i saw my old bud henrick!!!!!!! hey!!!!!! henrick!!!!!!!!!"
Psalm: oh yknow i have invisibility we could've gone about this a completely different way how did that slip my mind
Plum: I WILL KILL YOU
Cimmorro: AOIGJAIWJGAJGADG
Plum: you could've whispered surreptitiously in henrick's ear and changed the whole genre of this encounter
Psalm: suddenly the rating goes up
Rickert: he glares at you before whipping his head in henricks direction
Henrick: he stares at you utterly confused before his eyes widen a fraction, but then he looks confused again "uh..?"
Rokka: nervously laughs "HAHA....long time no see buddy!!!" rokka moves to give him a big unintentionally tight hug and whispers in his ear "im psalms friend pleaase come with me emergency" he laughs again when releasing him "MIND IF I BORROW THIS RASCAL FOR A DRINK?"
Henrick: he grunts with surprise at the crushing hug, trying to hold onto the cards in his hands "uh-!" he listens to you whisper in his ear and whispers back a "...w-who...?"
Rickert: across he lets out a cackle "wow didnt know you actually had friends henrick"
Rokka: nervously laughs again and slings his arm around henricks shoulder and gives tight squeeze "YEAH!!! he and i go WAYYY back! thought i would never see him again!!" he begins to pulls henrick away "ANYWAYS!! I'LL BRING THIS GUY BACK TO YA ASAP!! ILL EVEN BUY U A ROUND OF DRINKS!!! LATER!!" moving => henrick
Henrick: he lets you drag him away confused "uh- guess ill fold for this round guys" and lets you drag him away from the table, you see rickert look at his hand after he places it on the table and he lets out another cackle
Rokka: quickly says everything in one breath bc hes scared rickert will call him back "remember that tall red tiefling with the group w the lupin and goliath? im the lupin we need ur help please just come im so sorry" and quickens our pace to the grounders
Henrick: he nods at you confused as you drag him along "....sure but why are y-" then he turns as hes presented before you all "oh...hello..?"
Rokka: heaves a sigh of relief once reaching the group and lets go of henrick "i........brought him.........."
Plum: 'yeah, somehow that mess actually worked! good one"
Cimmorro: raises a hand like a weak greeting
Rokka: mumbling like "i need a drink"
Psalm: "We can do that after, right now maybe we should step outside for a bit?”
Rokka: sighs again and slings his arm over henricks shoulder and moves him towards the exit
Psalm: "Cheer up Rokka, once we're done with all this you can get me that drink you owe me."
Rokka: "aww man i thought you forgot about that!!" blows raspberry
Psalm: “you wish”
Henrick: he tilts his head and looks back at rickert scratching his neck “sure though i dont know why…seeing you guys a lot lately huh” his eyes back towards psalm “you just here to hire us again for something?” he yelps as rokka pushes him towards the exist and goes
Plum: "hell no"
Psalm: "You free for hire? Although my friend's right, not really here for that right now. Kind of on an urgent mission right now actually."
Henrick: he tilts his head "ah yeah rickerts always doing whatever pays, i figured you'd know because of your friend here" and he points at cimmorro
Plum: "cimm, the fuck does that mean?"
Cimmorro: cimm just looks like this O_O???? "excuse me???"
Henrick: he squints in confusion “the other day at the pier, you uhh” and he points at cimmorro “hired us to move some crates round the caves, didn’t really know if was you though till we got paid at the end of it though” he gives cimmorro a curious look “was kinda funny to see the boss’ reaction… are bounty hunters fond of hiring people they’re out to grab for odd jobs like that or is he not on the radar anymore…that’d be nice for a number of reasons…..” and he kind of looks away scratching his neck
Psalm: Psalm just looks at Cimmorro wide eyed like HUH?
Cimmorro: cimm JUST LOOKS AS SURPRISED AS YOU ARE "DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I WAS WITH YOU GUYS THIS WHOLE TIME???"
Plum: "the other day? do you remember how many days ago or so?"
Psalm: "Wait you're saying he hired you? *points at Cimm * You're absolutely sure you got a good look?"
Cimmorro: "loathe as i am to remember the fact that i've done nothing but hang out with you all but by the goddess"
Psalm: "Ok that bits just unnecessary although I get it."
Henrick: he stares at cimmorro and psalm's confused reactions "uh...same day i saw you again actually, kinda strange?" he gives cimm a good stare at your request then turns back to psalm "uhh...yep not many people look like him frankly"
Cimmorro: cimm just pinching the bridge of his nose rn
Psalm: just pinches his eyes like i have a fuckin headache rn "Mind telling me where you moved the crates?"
Henrick: he taps his fingers nervously on his arms "im getting the feeling.... somethings weird here huh" he turns to you psalm "it was somewhere in the caverns, looked pretty nondescript but then so are all drop off points...?"
Psalm: "Yeah just a little weird. I'm guessing you don't know what was in them?"
Henrick: he shakes his head "nah they were nailed shut, clients can tell easy if you mess around so we didn't bother, though i was curious"
Cimmorro: "where were these drop points?"
Henrick: he scratches his head nervously "uhh i dont really remember, like i said in the caverns, its a popular place for smugglers to make deals so i dont think much of it" he looks more anxious as the conversation goes on
Psalm: “Maybe we should head back inside and see if boss man will know? Amazing, this isn't even what we wanted to find out and yet here we are."
Han: gg henrick u were an unknowing assistant in the plot to turn the whole city to zombieland
Psalm: imagine being that guy
Plum: moe through helplessness
Attempting to move on from the revelation from Henrick about Cimmorro’s doppelganger, the group then get about to asking what they dragged him over for in the first place.
Cimmorro: "guess i can just waltz in there for a chat later huh.... in any case we're looking for an elf man, pretty large scar on the face? any clue?"
Psalm: "Missing a right eye also, was with a blue tiefling before they went missing."
Henrick: he tilts his head and thinks "i know a few guys who match that description honestly" as you keep talking his face kinda goes still “….uh….” he starts nervously tapping his hand on his leg “right that guy from the other day….i didn’t get much of a look at him when our base got busted but I guess he’s with you, makes sense…”
Cimmorro: "so have u seen him recently... down here?"
Henrick: he looks away to stare at the street "uh...dunno, you'd be better off asking rickert..."
Cimmorro: STARTS SLOUCHING AS I HEAD TOWARD THE BAR
Psalm:* picks you up and throws you into the ring *
Henrick: he watches you go nervously and puts a hand to his face with a woeful expression, following after
The group all stroll their way back into the bar as a group and head over to rickert's table, as they do he turns his head in cimmorro’s direction
Rickert: “aha would ya look at that, this ones come slinking round again” eyeballing cimmorro “need us again big boy? the hell d’yall need to transport round caves anyway” as he speaks he takes a sip of his drink
Cimmorro: BIG BOY HE SAID
Psalm: i hate rickert more than anything
Cimmorro: "haha yeah it's nice to see you too... listen, i'm looking for someone. you remember that elf with a face scar from your base's basement? have you seen him recently down here?" cimm trying to not look as strained as he is rn
Rickert: at that his face seems to light up with a wicked glee “the other bounty hunter who chucked that vial of acid right into my beautiful face? hah! yeah i’ve seen the bastard recently actually, though I dunno if I wanna tell ya why or where” and he leans back on his hands whistling “whats in it for me?”
Plum: just say i'll make it worth your while
Han: do a blowjob motion at rickert
Psalm: hhuhuGHURJAF
Finn: what happened to cimm usually being so easy going huh, just do the blowjob motion coward
Cimmorro: "aha of course, you son of a gun. you know little ol' me. i'll make it worth your while"
Rickert: he hmms to himself before scratching his chin “so charitable of ya, you know i know just the thing, beat me in a game of cards and I’ll tell ya everything you’d ever want to know free of charge, thieves’ honour” he gives you all a smirk as he leans across the table “you lose then you pay me, considering how important this information seems to alla’ you …..lets say 350 gold?” he spits the terms out while smiling
Cimmorro: "does it have to be me? i... don't really have to time for cards right now"
Rickert: he leans back into the booth lazily "doesn't have to be you, can be any one of your friends, two of you, well go best of three playing kings gambit, you against me and one of my boys. if you're too busy then i guess ya can buzz off and quit wasting my time" he leans forward with a grimace
Cimmorro: i look at the rest of you like "well... anyone wanna play cards? guess i'll play if we have no other choice"
Psalm: "I'll play as well."
The group however quickly tell Rickert to wait a moment before shuffling over to another end of the bar to figure out how theyre going to cheat, leaving Rokka alone with the gang again. Rickert snorts into his drink with disinterest watching them shuffle off. Rokka quickly looks for an excuse so he can shuffle off as well briefly.
Rokka: yeah honestly rokkkas like hahha...........time to fetch those ales!!!!!!! ahahha crying at his wallet
Cimmorro: [casting guidance]
Psalm: "Ok, obviously losing 350 on this guy is a waste, so we're gonna need your help to cheat."
Plum: "right i think i can guess what you have in mind'
Psalm: "Great, saves having to explain."
Plum: "just tell them i went to go report back to some friends wed be late returning to our meet up point or something, if they asked where i went i suppose"
Psalm: "Wow you read my mind. As for how to cheat.. well I'm sure you can think of something."
Plum: "er... i'll try
Psalm: "I guess we can come up with a system for you to check their dice for me."
Plum: "maybe i can just draw the number on your palm or something"
Psalm: "Fine with me."
Psalm: "Ghester you want to help me cheat here?"
Plum: "what the fuck is a ghester"
Cimmorro: plum and cimm looking at psalm like elaborate... Now
Ghester: you hear ghester laugh in your head psalm "i could only focus on one of them but perhaps if they aren't too quick with their hands" after a minute you hear a voice in your head cimmorro and plum out of nowhere "hello again"
Plum: "did one of you just say something?"
Cimmorro: "ohhh!!! it's you!!"
Ghester: you hear the voice continue cimmorro "yes me"
Psalm: "Great, so out game plan can be Ghester you focus on whoever's playing that isn't Rickert, Plum you can take Rickert and maybe write the number in Cimmorro's hand instead of mine. Ghester can just tell me the other guys numbers if.. he can. We can just figure it out like that."
Plum: "ghester is that voice i heard just now?"
Psalm: "I'll explain after we finish this. But yes."
Cimmorro: "you have a lot of explaining to do after this but sure that sounds dope"
The three continue to discuss their means of leverage while Rokka attempts to buy a round of drinks for Rickert’s gang, the chatter and boisterous activity of the bar booming around them.
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Notes
🐺 Rokka handed 70g to 👛Nickel
The Western Scaffolds are on alert... 🔎
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「 King Gambit 👑 」 Rules
King’s Gambit has a buy in bet of 5 gold, though in this game with Rickert you'll be using chips.
Each card player rolls 1d8, keeping the die hidden. each player has the chance to raise the bet, call the bet (meet it), or fold. This continues when all bets are equal.
Then each player rolls a 1d6, keeping it secret as well. A final chance to raise, call, or fold. Each remaining player rolls 1d4. They then all reveal the 1d8, 1d6, and 1d4, adding them all together.
The person with the highest total dice number wins the round and takes all the chips. by the end of the three rounds the person who has won the highest amount of chips is the ultimate winner
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Trollhunters Dadswap AU part 9!
Here it is, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. The main event. It’s been building up the past few posts.
The rematch with Bular.
oh and Vendel is here for a few scenes but who cares about him ok he’s still an a-hole rn.
Jim and Toby get picked up by Barbera at the police station, but Strickler soon arrives.
A) because Barbera calls him like she did in canon
B) because JIM IT’S OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT WE FIND THE BRIDG-hello Barbera I mean uh Jim it’s very important you remember the test on monday *whispers* we need to show Vendel the Bridge before it’s completed, or both our worlds are doomed!
Barbera grounds Jim until he apologizes to that “poor old man who owns the museum! You two could have frightened him to death!”
“you have no idea, mom.”
“what?”
“nothing! I’ll be sure to do that as soon as I can.”
Few nights later, the team is back at the museum. Jim and Toby climb in through the window again, at least comforted that Strickler and Angor Rot have already taken care of the security cameras.
Vendel is still a terrifying sight to behold, especially now that he’s outside of the Market. He doesn’t seem too convinced about Strickler’s explanation yet, and not even with a photo from Toby is he willing to listen. He wants physical proof.
Jim and Toby lead the group back into the exhibit hall and pull back on the cloth to find the bridge... gone!
“How could I have expected anything else from you, Strickler”
Vendel quickly turns on the group, he and Strickler getting in an argument similar to his argument with Blinky in canon.
“Impure are never to be trusted, so why should I have even given you a sliver of my time?”
“Vendel, I promise on my life that the bridge was here! You need to trust-”
“the only one here I should have any inkling of trust towards is Angor Rot, and even that is questionable at best!”
“how many times must I prove myself to you, Vendel???”
“A human trollhunter actually being capable of fighting a troll, the Kilahead bridge being rebuilt, what’s next? The Heartstone crumbling?”
“Vendel-”
“Enough. You have wasted enough of my time, Strickler. Time that could have been spent training your hero. If you are so keen on leading me on some wild half-breed chase, Strickler, I suggest you first take a look at yourself and your soulless companion in a mirror.”
“....”
“May I remind you, Strickler, if you give me even the slightest assumption that you or Angor Rot are in service of The Witch, I will not hesitate to eradicate you both.”
Vendel looks over to Angor Rot.
“Angor, take me home.”
Angor rot hesitates, taking a moment to look at Strickler, before following Vendel out. Jim takes a step forward.
“You saw it. We all saw it. Vendel is wrong about you.”
Strickler looks up at Jim and scoffs.
“You praise me too highly, Young Atlas.”
Toby chimes in:
“We mean it! The Bridge was here! I don’t know what Vendel meant about you and Angor Rot working for some hag, but he’s wrong! We’ve seen what changelings do when they want to kill us! You aren’t like that!”
Strickler weakly smiles before straightening his posture.
“We know the bridge was here. Clearly they’ve moved it once we discovered it. If I know Heimdrel, as impatient as he is he wont risk discovery. Especially not Vendel. We’ll find it again.”
“there’s the Knife Dad we know and love!”
“Knife...?”
“Oh sorry I forgot to tell you,” Toby pulls out a notebook. “I’ve been trying to give us all codenames. Jim is Trollhunter, obviously. Meanwhile I’m War Hammer, and Angor rot is Shadow King. Knife Dad is the only thing I could think of for you besides something with the words Avocado or Vulture in it. You don’t have a problem with that do you?”
“no no it’s just... hm. I suppose Knife Dad is alright.”
Toby gives him a thumbs up.
“Now then, Vendel was right about one thing, though. We really should brush up on your skills before your match with Bular.”
“Which is... tomorrow!”
“looks like we’re pulling an all nighter! We gotta pump you up and fast before Bular turns you into a Jim smoothie!”
“oh boy”
Next day at the rematch, while Bular is literally sharpening his swords with his arm to make sure they’re extra deadly, Jim is trying to review. He’d been going over his trollish textbooks for hours, and his brain is a tad fried from anxiety (but of course who wouldn’t be terrified of fighting Bular when he’s allowed to kill you?).
“Ok so rule one is always be afraid, rule two.... something with the fight.”
“finish the fight”
“yeah that! Always finish the fight, and Rule number 3 is... uh...”
“Combatants! to your starting positions!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine! On a side note though, if you don’t survive this do I get your stuff?”
“Toby!”
“Kidding! I’m behind you 100%! Go team!”
Jim shifts into his armor, knowing Bular didn’t even give him time for that during their sparring match.
“Just remember what I’ve taught you, JIm! In and out of the forge!”
“got it!” Jim looks forward towards Bular. “just find his weakness, Jim. if you can find that, you have a chance of living through this.”
Bular folds his arms.
“Surprised you decided to come at all. I was certain I’d see you running for the hills with your tail between your legs. Makes me wonder if your eyes actually work.”
“oh yeah? Well I’ll tell you this much, my nose works just fine!”
“why you little-”
“begin!”
Jim and Bular’s swords clash back and forth for what feels like an eternity- Bular clearly being far more skilled, but Jim somehow surviving if only barely. That is until Bular pulls a cheap move and knocks Jim onto his back by swinging his sword under his feet. Bular laughs under his breath darkly and approaches, his swords cutting through the stone beneath them in a dangerous and menacing way.
“Any last words, trollhunter?”
“just a few: RULE NUMBER THREE!”
A swift kick sends Bular crumbling, giving Jim enough time to escape and regain his stance. Bular looks up at him with unbridled fury. Good going Jim. before he just hated you. Bular becomes a rampaging bull- swinging his swords with such precision and hatred that Jim almost doesn’t survive the first charge.
It’s when Jim dodges and climbs up onto a higher platform that he finally realizes Bular’s biggest weakness: even though he’s been moving with fury and precision in this entire fight, when Jim has dodged the momentum of Bular’s strike has been causing the troll to have to take a moment to regain his balance. Claw marks decorate the arena, all caused by Bular shifting his position to charge again.
Jim ducks and rolls over to one of the edges of the forge, and picks up a rock. He tosses it and Bular slices it in half with his sword.
“you want this amulet, big guy?” Jim sheathes his sword and challenges his with his hand. “come and get it.”
Bular roars and charges- and Jim just barely dodges with another roll forward underneath the pouncing troll. Bular digs his claws into the stone to stop, but too late! He slips off the edge and is clinging to the side- his claws digging into the edge and almost desperately trying to climb back up.
Jim stands tall, and slowly turns towards Bular.
it was time to finish it.
Jim walks towards him and looks over the edge to see Bular clinging to the edge. His features have changed. What was once blind rage and arrogance was now a shamed and almost terror filled being. Jim unsheathed his sword and held it up to strike. Bular shut his eyes tight- trying to brace himself for his end- when suddenly Jim shakes his head and stabs the sword into the forge stone with a twirl.
Bular opens his eyes and looks back up to see Jim crouching down on one knee and holding out his hand for Bular to take.
“The fight is to the death.”
“House Rules, not mine.”
“You know I wouldn’t do the same if our places were switched.”
“yeah. Guess it’s a good thing I’m the one offering.”
Bular’s eyes narrow and he thinks it over.
“Come on dude. Don’t make it weird.”
Bular takes his hand and the extra strength of Jim is enough to finally give Bular the leverage to climb back up. Bular looks away, ashamed.
“you should have killed me.”
Before Jim could reply Bular walks away, retrieving his swords and leaving the arena- now dishonored and despised. Jim steps forward to go after him when Angor Rot puts his hand on his shoulder and silently shakes his head.
“Nothing you could say would restore his honor.”
Jim watches Bular lurk into the shadows and disappear, before he is tackled by Toby and gets his hair ruffled by Strickler.
“YOU DID IT!!! YOU DID IT! I DON’T HAVE TO HAVE YOUR ROOM!”
“Well done, Young Atlas! Excellent form!”
The group turn their attention to the sound of a slow clap, and see Vendel.
“....Well done, Trollhunter. Perhaps you do have potential. My Prior statement still stand, Strickler. But I suppose I no longer have objections to allowing you to train the boy.”
#Trollhunters#Dadswap AU#these posts just keep getting longer and I'm only kind of sorry#this post was supposed to be even longer than this#but I decided to cut it off at the Bular fight
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-- aurulentHuntsman [AH] 8egan pestering decastichAmazifier [DA] at 17:38 --
AH: Greetings, Kavi! ~}==>
DA: o hey
AH: How are you faring this fine afternoon? ~}==>
DA: lmao uh like ngl im p much blastd
DA: so i mean its a thong
DA: 8thing
DA: wow
DA: charasistic typos
DA: fuckin noice
AH: Hmm???????? ~}==>
AH: It seems a little early in the day for drinking! ~}==>
DA: hey listen
DA: friend
DA: man
DA: len me ur ear
DA: consider this
DA: concept: its night in at least 5 places rn
AH: A fair point... Time is relative! ~}==>
AH: And perhaps that is a social construct that we put too much weight into ~}==>
AH: But traditionally, early drinking is something of a red flag... ~}==>
AH: I beg your pardon if I'm being presumptuous, but is everything alright? ~}==>
DA: uh lol i mean hello no
DA: well yeh but no
DA: idk its complicated
DA: so
DA: shrugmojis
DA: jus think about me like the fun winemom on Facebook
DA: or like those old sitcoms where its funny
DA: and not a issue like yah kids w/e
DA: u n your bottlerockets and blowin up hotdogs in microwaves
DA: i'll go get my xanex and gin
DA: laughtrack
DA: or Karen
DA: you saucy bagel u
DA: fuckin #relatable #classic #same #mood
AH: I see... So, if it's purely recreational, then the fun would only be doubled with company, correct? ~}==>
DA: oh uh....... yah gimme
DA: 45 mins
AH: Certainly! ~}==>
AURYHN: *exactly 45 minutes later, there's a little CLUNK at his window... followed by another a few seconds later.* ~}==>
KAVI: *Shitpissufck now he's gotta... he's gotta... SHOWER. And clean up. He can't be a mess anymore that's enough of that. He got all gross and pathetic on Nellie and he doesn't think he can take looking like a goddamn fool in front of another one of his friends. He quickly got showered and stumbled about his room. Now he only SLIGHTLY smells like vodka. NICE.*
KAVI: *Jumps at the window clunk.... o fuq. He goes to the window and opens it*
AURYHN: *on the ground, waving up at him with a big stupid grin on his face* ~}==>
KAVI: *WOW that's far.... also he's a smiley guy.... lays right against this window sill... Leans and lays, sliding down to chinhands at him..... casually* hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeyyyyy *calls while sliding*
AURYHN: ... HELLO, KAVI ~}==>
AURYHN: If you would please stand aside so I can climb in through your window, that would be much appreciated! ~}==>
KAVI: o
KAVI: yah
KAVI: *flumps back.... but at least he didn't see that*
AURYHN: *scurries up the tree like he had the night he slept over until he's swoocing through the window, landing gracefully on the other side.* I've arrived! ~}==>
KAVI: *Stays right here on the floor... WHY? HE DOESN'T KNOW..... but his leg is on the wall*
KAVI: *peace sign* sup
KAVI: hey
KAVI: ur sup
KAVI: is was up
KAVI: for me at least
KAVI: wbu
AURYHN: *stands over him, hands on hips, for a moment... before he drops down next to him with his feet propped against the wall as well.* Oh, you know! Exploring the city and what not ~}==>
KAVI: *Hello mountainous man tiddies, oh, hello the whole Auryhn* o... yeah sounds fun
KAVI: still gogogoin
KAVI: none naps n shit
KAVI: s'not good
AURYHN: *chuckles a little, turning his head towards him* I've managed to find time for sleep in my busy schedule... At your behest ~}==>
KAVI: *grins a lil* hah really? well damn... good yeah
KAVI: that's good, i'm glad you r
AURYHN: It was sound advice! After all... Early to bed, early to rise... Makes a man strong, wealthy and wise ~}==>
AURYHN: *grins cheesily some more, but then looks back up at the ceiling... not without a little side eye, though* I do hope you're exercising similarly healthy habits... ~}==>
KAVI: ............. *Feels the side eyeing and sweats mildly* i mean
KAVI: lol
KAVI: so
KAVI: i can
KAVI: i have some off dayz
KAVI: zzzz
KAVI: ss
AURYHN: Ah ha, so you are having an off day! ~}==>
KAVI: ...... *oh gdi* uhhhh
KAVI: alternattitvely.....
KAVI: what the fuck are on days even???????
AURYHN: Kavi, PLEASE ~}==>
AURYHN: You must know, I don't fuss over others often... ~}==>
AURYHN: I only wish to know if you're alright ~}==>
AURYHN: And if you aren't... then I would like to offer you comfort in whatever way would best help you ~}==>
AURYHN: You're my friend! And a very important one ~}==>
KAVI: *Makes a face... why does everyone have to be so supportive... why can't he just be sad and miserable and he kinda feels like shit for just dancing around it when Auryhn DOES give a shit. Even still it makes him sad to talk about and just the friendfection and the sad feels his face gets a little red.. sighs*
KAVI: *rubs his face up so he doesn't start crying again. So he just.... rubs the tears back in his eyes with his palms. Ace strats* me and.. Den, broke up. guess i'm bein a pissbaby about it idk w/e w/e
AURYHN: *oh... now he feels bad prying so much, but maybe he would have felt bad no matter what kavi said. he only knows this wasn't what he expected to hear, and he gazes at the other boy sympathetically* Oh... I... am sorry to hear that ~}==>
AURYHN: Kavi... It's only natural to feel so hurt over something like that, isn't it? ~}==>
AURYHN: *offers him a hand to hold* I certainly can't blame you ~}==>
KAVI: *Looks at the hand then at Auryhn, his brain still going way faster than his mouth can currently keep up but he looks incredulous? And definitely teary* how can u be so sure? how, how do you know i didn't fuck everything up? i can fuggin blame me easy,
KAVI: gee Kavi, maybe you can't shut the hell up about how goddamn gay you are for p much everyone??
KAVI: or maybe ya try so fuckin hard for the approval of others that you backflip off the fuckin deepend as far as people close to u are concerned
KAVI: oh, oh, here maybe you just plain weren't fuckin good enough to handle anyone on an intimate level because you're too wrapped up in your own shit to connect really?
KAVI: or just that you THINK relationships can fix anything and everything and that's myth goddamn busted because look at you!
KAVI: you can definitely blame me, i can blame me and it's deeper than that and why the fuck does anyone GIVE a shit for a fakeass dumbass when they just DON'T. KNOW. *And he's being hysterical... nice. Good job. Just. Gurgles and puts his hands back over his face, get back in there tears. Maybe it was for the best Auryhn kept seeing him like this. An Ass. His final form* i'm, fuck
KAVI: i'm sorry i, ffffffuugghhhh *gibberish and just rolls over, good bye forever*
AURYHN: *stares at him stunned for a good long moment. he doesn't have that much experience dealing with high emotion coming from other people... but listening to all this, he did understand one thing: how it felt to be critical of yourself, the need to always be impressive, the self preservation... he knew those pressures, even if he always denied them. seeing how they effected someone he cared so deeply
AURYHN: for, it sure put things into perspective for him.* ~}==>
AURYHN: Perhaps I don't know you quite as well as I think I do... As well as I would like to ~}==>
AURYHN: *flexes the hand kavi didn't take, deciding to place it on his shoulder* 8ut I have seen your compassion... When you treat me with kindness, do you mean to say it's out of selfishness? I dou8t that very much ~}==>
AURYHN: If you've made mist8kes, that's all that they are! You are not defined soley 8y your worst moments... Nor are you defined soley 8y your 8est ~}==>
AURYHN: I only mean to say... You should allow yourself this heart8r8k, Kavi ~}==>
KAVI: *While he tries to hide his shame and cry lowkey. super lowkey like... no one would suspect. He listens to Auryhn's words. Quietly sniffing and trying to keep his breathing even. They made sense.... which was good but he also didn't feel like he deserved those kind words. Like he's dropping this plate of Hot Mess(tm) that's his own damn self and no one is backing up with their hands in the air*
KAVI: ....why're u so nice..
AURYHN: *scoffs* You know, not many people would agree that I am... I know that for a F8CT... ~}==>
AURYHN: *sighs* But it is easy to be kind to someone who has been kind to you, I believe ~}==>
KAVI: *that's so.. cheesy but also.. it helps. He loves cheese. Sniffs again and wipes his hands on his shirt, trying to calm down* cheddar... pure... 100% milk gdi, ugh... i'm so gross rn
KAVI: you came here for a good time and now idk ur nice you probably don't feel attacked rn
KAVI: it's like playing the floor is lava and we're laying in this shit right now
KAVI: because we're on the floor
KAVI: no imagination required on that part
AURYHN: *snorts* Then what are we doing on the floor? Allow me to rescue you from a fiery demise! ~}==>
AURYHN: *rolls to sit before scooping up kavi with no real warning* I used to play "the floor is lava" when I was a wriggler ~}==>
AURYHN: And I would pretend to be a wise dragon sentinel in my castle upon a volcanic mountain! ~}==>
AURYHN: Which I later went on to insist upon a hive of my own... Though I could not find a volcano, the snowy Avalon mountains suited me just fine ~}==>
AURYHN: *carries kavi over to his plush pile and sets him down. there. he's safe here.* ~}==>
KAVI: *Oh he got scooped. His face is all red from the crying as he looks up at Auryhn while he talks and walks with him. The story is a cute one, he breathes out a short laugh then looks away. Not now dokis gdi* wow... hah
KAVI: yeah they, they did you good *sniff* that's pretty cute tho
AURYHN: *kneels in front of the pile, grinning at him* A young Auryhn would disagree... It was quite a noble pursuit ~}==>
AURYHN: But present Auryhn has the insight to agree that, yes, it was rather adorable... ~}==>
AURYHN: Also, are you comfortable? ~}==>
KAVI: its cute and noble lol he'd have to deal with it *settles back in all this gd plushness*
KAVI: also
KAVI: hell yes
AURYHN: Excellent! ~}==>
AURYHN: Would you like anything else? A blanket, perhaps? A pair of strong arms to cry into? ~}==>
AURYHN: *FLEXES* ~}==>
KAVI: .....
KAVI: yes
KAVI: *lifts arms*
AURYHN: *here he comes, leaning in for the snuggles. welcome to his STRONG embrace.* ~}==>
KAVI: *This is a nice embrace..... He cuddles into it. Nice.... :'S :') :'S *
AURYHN: *squeezes him close, resting his cheek against his head. the closeness makes his face flare with heat, but... that's hardly appropriate right now! he ignores it as best he can.* There there... ~}==>
KAVI: .....*SNRK*
KAVI: where is my broom?
KAVI: where are my pets
KAVI: i need my awkward distant pets
AURYHN: Your broom???????? I thought you were a wizard, not a witch ~}==>
AURYHN: *LAUGHS. he might not get the Reference, but he thinks he's hilarious...* I can provide you with sincere, close range pets, however ~}==>
AURYHN: *rubs at his back* ~}==>
KAVI: lol i'll take those..... and also i'll show you memes later *snuggles into him*
AURYHN: Memes, hmm? Well, I look forward to it... ~}==>
AURYHN: *rumbles a little in his chest. he tries not to chirr much, but... now seems like a good time to break out the comforting bug sounds.* ~}==>
AURYHN: For now, you relax ~}==>
KAVI: you'll regret it... but we're makin it happen *laughs softly and cuddles up here against these bug noises... he does like him some bug noises...* kk i'll do that
KAVI: you're cozy
KAVI: great cuddlemate
KAVI: a plus plus smiley face
KAVI: and thanks lol
AURYHN: You're welcome, Kavi... You're welcome for my comforting embrace... ~}==>
AURYHN: *gentle snickering, but he's starting to get relaxed enough to nap himself...* ~}==>
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Tuesday 18th September, 2018
Dear Blank,
Okay, first things first, I love this step so much. It kills me and I want them to stomp on my grave like that. :)
YAAASSSSS! OMFFGGGGFGFGF
How are you? I feel like I never ask about you, but you can’t tell me how you are so I just feel stupid now. But I can tell you about me.
I am good. I’m doing great, today was a good day. And I made an impulsive decision that I don’t know when I will start to regret, but for now, it’s fine. (i tipsy announced I’ll start writing again when I haven’t written since I put up my going away post)
Well, today I went to Dreamy’s place, but I couldn’t tell him that I reached the station cause I was out of credit, and I had to top up my hop card as well. Since the machines can’t take fifty’s, I went to a dairy to get recharge and get change so I can top up. On the way to the dairy, I saw a cute security guy and we smiled at each other, for some reason wearing huge black clothes that make me look like a cloud of darkness makes me feel more comfortable and confident.
Okay, I lied, he wasn’t cute cute, but he was cute like ‘oh, i can lead him on.’ I am a horrible person if you haven’t realised. But that was for like a moment, and I got over it the moment he walked out of my sight lol.
Alright, I have my credit now and I text Dreamy that I’m here, and start walking back to the station to top up because I thought we were going to catch the bus back. So, I’m walking, alright, and these two guys are standing by the entrance of the station pathway, and one of them (the older man) starts to walk away from the other guy, and towards me. He looks at me and smiles, and I smile back, cause everyone is so friendly in this neighbourhood omg.
The guy points to the other guy and says something along the lines of ‘he is a nice guy and single.’ He says it as a joke, so I politely laugh, and look at the guy and do the awkward laugh thing as I continue walking past him. Now, Blank, I hear a voice from behind me. Through my earphones blasting GOT7′s new lit af album; I turn around and see that he was talking to me. I see his hand by his head, his thumb and pinky finger out like a was’good sigh, but he meant it like a phone and I was like ‘woah, wth?!”
I take an earphone out and an old lady walks between us, and he calls out ‘do you have a number?’ I can’t believe my ears, so I walk closer and am like ‘sorry?’ and he’s like ‘can I have your number?’
Now, for a moment I forgot I was twenty and that I’m a second-year uni student. I stare at him and lowkey stammer, wanting to say that I’m too young for this, cause for a moment I REALLY THOUGHT I WAS 17. But, I couldn’t really say anything cause he was like ‘oh are you taken?’ and instantly, I thought back to Dreamy, and we talked about this, and we are supposed to say ‘Nah, we’re single’ cause we are just friends with benefit. But, I think I took too long cause he was like ‘oh algoods’ while I was still stumbling over my words.
I say sorry and thank you for the tenth time, and turn and walk away to the station and top up. Coincidently, as I was walking back out, I saw the guy again and we did the little omg hi, again thing. The guy from before was back, and he looked at me, and pointed at him and was like ‘he has a number, take his number.’
I saw the guy turn around and look at me and I was like, ‘what do I say?’ and he was like ‘you want it?’
Before I could say anything, he started taking his phone out and I was like ‘oh well.’
So now I have a guy, whose name is Diamond, on my phone. He said he wanted to take me out for coffee, but I really don’t have time for that shit. lol, but it still felt good.
And then I met Dreamy and told him that a guy gave me his number, and ordered food. We also got my beloved Vodka, so I think I’m okay now.
Now, Blank, it’s time for a special segment I like to call:
TMI, Sex Education.
So, my first question is what is squirting?
Everytime Dreamy and I do stuff, I feel like I’m about to pee. Every time when he fingers me (his fingers are amazing, omg, they make me want to cry), and he starts hitting my G-spot, I feel like I’m about to pee and I tell him to stop because I don’t want to wet his bed.
Everytime that I did stop him, he didn’t want to. He wanted to see what would happen next, and so did I, but I really really really kept on feeling like a bitch was about to pee. I know what an orgasm feels like, I masturbate all the time. But this is something else, like the pressure and need to release is so so intense, I really feel like I’ll pee.
So, I stopped us and peed, and then came back. We somehow (huehue) started up again, and this time he was like ‘oh you just peed, so I’m pretty sure it’s not pee. I need to change the sheets anyways.’
you know what’s coming next, blank.
So, I’m almost there; my legs shaking, mind going blank, and his fingers are doing exactly what I want him to do, and I can feel his body and omg its really good. I tell him ‘I’m about to pee.’
and this fucker speeds up and tells me to do it.
he lowkey chokes me in between too cause I really like it.
OMG WHEN HE CHOKES ME AS HE FINGERS ME LIKE REALLY FAST AND HARD I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO HEAVEN I ALMOST CRY. BUT I HOLD IT BACK CAUSE HIS EGO, GODDAMN.
okay.
So he speeds up and tells me to do it, so I start to and then I instantly hold back and omfg. I’m cringing. this is so bad.
Instead of the amazing 5 feet full force squirt, you see in porn; my last minute hold back, caused it to dribble down like pee and who the fuck knows, maybe it is pee. Fuck my life, you know. (i researched- it’s unclear, but most like not completely pee, lmao)
So that’s done, and I’m like welp, and he was like ‘oh okay, no five ft shit.’ And I’m just lying there like ‘omfg I think I peed his bed a little.’
He gets up, gets tissues and cleans up, and I don't look at him coz omggggg, I think I just peed his bed. How do you look at someone after you’ve peed their bed???!?!??! Tell me, Blank.
I start getting dressed and his like stop and im like, ‘i think we should just chill now.’ at this point I am almost about to start crying by how horrified I am. He comes back after washing his hands, and looks at me and is like ‘what are you doing?’
I’m trying to wear my undies and get dressed boii, what does it look like im doing?
He’s like ‘hey, stop,’ or something like that, but like in a nice soft way and even though that was really sweet and exactly what I needed, it made me want to cry more. A bit like how you feel when you make a mistake and instead of getting mad at you, your parents are just disappointed or upset and that makes you feel more shitty? yeah, kinda like that.
He comes in front of me and is like ‘hey look at me,’ but instead, I look at the floor and avoid his eyes. And then he holds my face and brings it to so im meeting his eyes, but I close my eyes cause I’m bratty like that lol. I get out of his grip and start looking for the rest of my clothes.
He comes from behind and pulls me back onto the bed, and his just so ugh. I hate him. He’s so good at handling my mood swings, and my craziness. All my emotions are all over the place, but he is so calm and collected, and when he needs to he is so mature. It’s really truly so attractive.
We ended up having another round so you could say it worked out.
Moral of the lesson: MAKE SURE THE GUY (OR GIRL) THAT YOU ARE HAVING SEX WITH IS A GOOD PERSON, AND THAT YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH THEM. It’s okay if they turn out to be the shittest fuckers later on, but while you are together and do things that make you feel embarrassed, try to find someone who makes you feel alright about it, and reassures you. Or just don’t be a little bitch, and squirt all the way if you’re going for it lol.
Later on, we were laying in bed, and I started playing with his hair. I wanted to see how long it’d take him to fall asleep, and it was pretty quick. He snored a bit, and I felt kinda proud for some reason. I think I moved my hand a little and he woke up mid-snore. But then later on, when he said that I woke up mid snore too so I guess it’s normal? I don’t know.
But, the thing is Blank, I must be really really comfortable with this kid that I met a few months ago. I find sleeping in front of people so weird, it’s like- I don’t know. I don’t have control over my body at that moment, and this person can wake up and just look at me. I’m probably drooling, snoring or farting, or I sleep with my eyes open, or I sleep talk. I don’t know. It just seems very very intimate to me, and I can’t just sleep in front of people, but I can with him and it’s nice. I really glad to be friends with him.
His a bit of a kid. Okay, that was a lie. He is really childish; he is like a kid. Yet, at the same time, he is so dependable and mature, and kind. It’s unreal. He is amazing and I hope we can stay friends even after we finish this benefit thing.
Also, he climbed through a window into his house because we got locked out, and he has big feet. It’s cute. lol.
Okay, so this Wednesday now:
I went to the dentist, almost got into argument with her because she said that I didn’t try hard enough to contact her. But I went to her office and waited for like an hour before I left after leaving a note. It’s not my fault her service as gone so bad. I like her, but sometimes I don’t know. Everyone has bad days; I’ll just blame it on Big Boss.
That’s it for now.
I’m going to look for my glasses now, and then make a list of all the lectures I need to catch up on. Then maybe write for my other blog; I’ve started it up again and I’m so happy seeing some of my readers telling me they so happy Im back hehe.
Also, my girl came to uni looking like a snack! She’s so pretty and her body looked sooo good in the playsuit? jumpsuit? Like her booty!! DAAAMNNNN!! She just looked really good.
I think I’ll just buy my leather jacket rn instead of waiting. Maybe next week, after I give Mausi money. I should talk to Fairy about working and everything, but I don’t want to be pushy. But Mausi is in a shitty place too, I don’t know. It’s not my place to speak, but someone needs to talk to him to figure out what’s going on inside his head.
It was a good day today.
I’m happy.
Also, I love GOT7. Their new comeback is amazing. I think this is my favourite one. I think this one might have topped all the others and all the promotions. I am so happy to see them so well! I really pray for the best for them! <3
god, i want him to stab me in my chest with his fingers. that makes no sense, but fu blank.
THE SKY:
The sky was almost in darkness when I saw it. Or maybe, it was in complete darkness but it was the light pollution and the cloudiness that made it seem lighter? But it looked so pretty, it warmed my heart for some reason. The wind was crispy cold; staying true to its late winter name, but the sky looked so warm.
It was tinted purple, dark lavender if possible? And it was smudgy and so so beautiful. The apartment buildings that stood in front of the bench I sat on in the station added to the backdrop, and I think it made me feel warm because it reminded me of the life I want to be living. I want to live in an apartment or somewhere alone, where I can sit outside after nightfall and watch the sky. I want to be able to see the glowing streetlights and the endless sky and not feel worried or anxious. I just want to be able to enjoy the sky.
Why is that so hard, Blank?
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#diary#sex education#dear diary#dear blankm#blank#dreamy#got7's comeback has me shook#I love them so much#ahhhhh#nothing but love and appreciation for my kings#<3
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