#like i forgot i was named on at least 1 publication. like completely forgot until i searched my name on google scholar
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#do i feel guilty abt spending like 4+hrs working on my CV during normal work hours today? yes#but also i spent 5 months getting paid part time when i was working 10+hr days 6 days a week#so i feel like it balances out#also i need to update my cv as things happen bc i instantly forget so many things i do#like i forgot i was named on at least 1 publication. like completely forgot until i searched my name on google scholar#also i have like 25 posters/presentations to my name. and only like maybe 5 of those are ones that r just in name#ive given a lot of talks/poster presentations lol#my cv is so long. i prob should have shortened it more before i sent it to the dude im talking with#but like. idk im gonna meet him next week so like if i commit a little faux pas by sending a too long cv im sure its fine. hes already#interested enough to chat. and therefore i have to bust my ass preparing to meet with him#bc hes from the most prestigious uni ive contacted. so like really theres no way ill get in. but i will shamelessly try#god. ive gotta really study hard. like i mean i dont have to but ive been so burnt out for so long that ive been slipping when it comes to#hardcore academic stuff. like my memory of genetics and chem stuff is slipping. and generally i find it difficult to wrangle my thoughts in#a way that makes sense. so i really wanna be prepared to talk to him#lol my boss is gonna get back from Europe like hey ur gonna follow me to las vegas? and im gonna be like haha fuck that i dont wanna live#there. i am currently 1 foot out the door. im at the bus stop waiting for someone to give me the money for the science bus#give me funding to study cool stuff!!!!#ugh and i still need to look for more ppl to ask. like i want at least 2 or 3 US options on top of my 3 potential UK options#and like im really considering contacting some ppl in Germany bc like all the papers i look at are german. the germans are doing cool#cyanobacteria bullshit. and im jealous and i dont speak german but hey ive got a year to learn#so idk maybe ill see if my boss talked to anyone cool while she was at her conferences. pls boss tell me abt the other cool cyanobacteria#ppl 🙏 but idk. i feel like ppl dont quite get what im interested in. bc its astrobiology but really its more evolution and understanding#the fundamentals of life. so like no i dont wanna go to mars. i wanna understand what freaky shit life was doing millons if years ago#ugh. im being a slacker. ive gotta shift into try hard mode.#but also i wanna draw and finish my fanfics 😭 we'll see what happens#unrelated#also thank u to the ppl who sent kind words on my post yesterday! im still shadowbanned so i cant reply to u 😭
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hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33
and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao
neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)
note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.
tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place
After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.
This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.
However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.
Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.
Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.
20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.
Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.
Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.
The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.
While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.
Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?
y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.
In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!
#genshin impact x male reader#neuvillette x male reader#gay#male reader#mlm#oneshot#genshin impact x reader#neuvillette x reader#reader is in love#request#fluff#first meeting#midshot#x male reader#genshin x male reader#neuvillette
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Whumpuary #1!!!!
lmao I actually started writing ahead of time for a change, and then just forgot that today was the first day of Whumpuary until I saw someone else's post and was like OMG I HAVE WRITING TO SHARE.
I will most definitely not complete all the prompts this month, but I've decided to have a Very Steddyhands Whumpuary, starting with our first prompt: Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed
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Izzy told them that traveling up the coast in February was a stupid idea, but no, he’d been outvoted, outranked. And now here he was, in a cold fucking gaol in fucking New Jersey because he’d told the two twats to run and he would deal with the drunk gang of locals, and he didn’t realize the local sheriff was among the gang. Which was probably fortunate, in the end, because it meant he was here in gaol rather than dead on the street.
The sheriff didn’t know who Izzy was. He’d given a fake name, obviously, and was only being held for assault, or public disorder, or something, he hadn’t really been listening. When one was wanted dead or alive by half the European empires for piracy in the Caribbean, an assault charge in some small New Jersey port town wasn’t top of his list of concerns.
But the gaol was cold, and they hadn’t given him so much as a blanket in this fucking cell, and even his warmest coat wasn’t meant for northern winters. He assumed Edward and Bonnet would risk their hides to come rescue him, as stupid an idea as that was, so he shoved his hands in his pockets and settled as best he could on the hard wooden bench. He watched snowflakes blow in through the barred window and settle on his coat, tiny perfect crystals.
He didn’t realize he’d dozed off until a voice woke him.
“Who the fuck are you, really?”
A filthy brute of a man was standing at the bars of the cell. Izzy tried to recall what name he’d given them when he’d been arrested.
“I already told you,” he replied, taking the safest route.
“You don’t look like a James, though,” the brute said. He wasn’t completely wasted, but he wasn’t sober, either. Izzy sat up straight and flexed his cold fingers inside his jacket pockets.
“Dunno what to tell you,” he replied casually.
“Why do you ’ave that face tattoo?”
“A friend gave it to me.” It wasn’t a lie. He and Ed had been very good friends on the night Ed straddled him on the floor of his newly-acquired captain’s cabin and placed the small x below his eye. It hurt like a bitch, and it was not a great idea to get a face tattoo, but it was worth every second of having Ed’s full attention. There were few things he wouldn’t do for that.
“The only people I’ve known with face tattoos were pirates,” the hulk said, leaning against the bars. Izzy said nothing to that. He had no interest in engaging this man, and he was fairly sure he didn’t have a way to get into Izzy’s cell. What the man’s purpose was beyond curiosity, however, he couldn’t tell.
“I'm talking to you!” the man's voice was raised now. It seemed he wasn't pleased with Izzy's silence. But the cell was big enough that he couldn't reach Izzy through the bars, and Izzy knew his job right now was to sit and observe and wait.
The large man shouted a bit more, trying to goad Izzy into a fight, but Izzy couldn't have cared less what this oaf thought of him. Gods willing he would never see this silly little town or the colony of New Jersey ever again. Eventually, as Izzy anticipated, he grew bored of shouting at a man who wasn't shouting back, and he left.
The temperature was dropping steadily. Izzy wished he'd worn a hat tonight, or at least a scarf. His hands were beginning to go numb, and he couldn't stop his teeth chattering. Where the fuck are they? Twats.
As summoned by his thoughts, he heard a commotion outside the room of gaol cells that could only have been made by Stede Fucking Bonnet. The cry of “Gentlemen, I believe you have something of mine!” confirmed it, to Izzy's mortification.
The commotion continued, but the gaol door opened and Edward strode in with a ring of keys as casually as if he and Izzy were the only two people in the building.
“Bonnet’s going to be gutted like a fish if you leave him alone any longer,” Izzy warned. He stood up stiffly and shuffled to the front of the cell, where Ed was trying keys.
Edward shot him a knowing look of amusement. “He's got Jim and Ivan with him, he'll be just fine.”
From the other room they heard Stede shout “I hope you'll remember from this day forth, my good sirs, to never again mess with The Gentleman Pirate and his crew!”
So much for keeping a low profile. Izzy met Ed's eyes through the bars. “‘m not on his crew,” he corrected.
Edward only grinned. “You sleep in his bed, I think that means you're on his crew, mate.” The cell door came unlatched with a satisfying clank and swung in towards Izzy. He tried to make a beeline for the exit, but Edward wrapped him up in a hug. He was too cold to resist, or so he told himself.
“Took you long enough,” he groused into Ed’s chest.
#whumpuary 2024#tw new jersey#steddyhands#ofmd#whump#canon-typical historical inaccuracies (idk if sheriffs were a thing in 1717 and i did not care to look it up)
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MBTI LEGACY CHALLENGE
Rules:
1. All cheats except those for building and resetting a Sim are prohibited.
2. When you don't do something because you forgot or make a stupid mistake and you could have done it better, you can use cheats or mods to fix it (just that) so you don't feel guilty. But only if there was a real possibility for it to happen without codes.
3. The first sim must be a teenager.
4. Lifespan must be set to normal.
5. Season length must be set to 14 days.
6. CC is allowed, but mods that make gameplay easier are not (exception: points 2 and 7, shorter university mod).
7. You can have more sims in your family thanks to MCCC.
8. All options included in expansions such as dust from Bust the dust, voting from Eco Lifestyle, weather effects from Seasons etc. must be enabled.
9. Each sim can only get pregnant once (unless otherwise stated).
10. Don't leave without saving if something goes wrong or something happens that you don't want.
11. Neighborhood stories must be included for both played and non-played families.
12. When a sim calls with a question, e.g. about pregnancy, job change or promotion, you always have to click "yes".
13. When a sim asks your sim to be your friend, girlfriend/boyfriend or proposes, you must always agree and you cannot go back on it, e.g. break up or become enemies.
14. Always click "yes" when your Sim realizes they like or dislike something.
15. Always agree to overnight stays, rooming with someone, changes in traits, new traits and family dynamics.
16. The name of each generation must be the MBTI it represents, e.g. "ISTJ" and the surname is "MBTI".
17. Aging of unplayed families must be disabled.
18. You cannot change the genetic features of your Sims' appearance, you can only change the eyebrows (but not the color), hairstyle (but not the hair color), makeup and clothes.
19. You must start the game with an empty lot and 0 Simoleons.
20. It is recommended to always take all the spouses' property after marriage.
21. If a sim who is supposed to be a husband or wife is dead, you can download it from the gallery.
22. Teenage pregnancy is allowed.
23. Money tree is allowed.
24. Rejuvenation potion is not allowed.
25. Generations can be performed in any order. You can also skip or replace tasks when you don't have the packs that are needed.
26. Don't get discouraged when you fail at something. The important thing is that you tried. As long as you try, even if you fail, you can consider the challenge a win.
27. Ghosts cannot be sent to the afterlife and tombstones must be on a residential plot.
28. The challenge ends when the ENTJ dies.
29. You can post your Sims and your houses for this challenge in the gallery under the hashtag #mbtilegacy. I will like your works and follow everyone who does post something on this hashtag.
First generation: ISTJ
CAS:
- Man
- Glasses
- Asian beauty
- Gray eyes and clothes
- No hair
- Polo blouses
- High-waist trousers
- Ties
Traits: neat, perfectionist, proper
Aspiration: any of the "Nature" categorie
Wife: Lily Feng or Supriya Delgato
Career: Doctor
Goals:
1. Have a hive and take care of it.
2. Get an A in school.
3. Never drink any drink.
4. Have a German Shepherd dog.
5. Complete an aspiration.
6. After death, be a ghost in the family until the death of the second generation.
7. Reach career level 10.
8. Become friends with the Grim Reaper.
9. Always study hard when you are at school.
10. Collect at least one entire collection.
Second generation: ESTJ
Traits: mean, hot-headed, overachiever
Aspiration: public enemy
Wife: Judith Ward or Eliza Pancakes
Husband: Victor Feng, Sergio Romeo or Chack Cenzo.
Career: lawyer
CAS:
- Bob cut / Karen haircut / ponytail / comb over / Draco Malfoy cut
- Brown clothes
- Blue eye-shadow
- Open toe shoes
Goals:
1. Own a store and open it at least twice a week.
2. Live in the Magnolia Promenade.
3. Complete an aspiration.
4. Reach career level 10.
5. Have a Chihuahua.
6. Be a very controlling parent.
7. Don't like video games and never play them.
8. Always work hard when you are at work.
9. Reach fitness level 10 just by swimming.
10. Have a very bad relationship with your dog.
Third generation: ISFJ
Features: family-oriented, squimish, animal lover
Aspiration: big happy family, super parent or successful lineage
Career: veterinarian (unofficial)
Husband: Dirk Dreamer
Wife: Sachiko Nishidake (can be rejuvenated)
CAS:
- Braid
- Blue clothes
- Checkered skirts
- Dungarees
- Pearls
- Strawberry dress
- Kimono
- Ballets
- White shoes
- Cat eye glasses
- Loose sleeves
Goals:
1. Live in Brindleton Bay.
2. Complete an aspiration.
3. Run a 4-star veterinary clinic.
4. Reach level 10 in knifting, gardening and flower arranging.
5. Always have successful holidays.
6. Have a cow, llama or chickens.
7. Go with teenager to school every time.
8. Climb Mount Komorebi.
9. Acquire all stages as a inflant.
10. Have maximum skills as a toddler.
Fourth generation: ESFJ
Traits: outgoing, foodie, proper
Aspiration: any of the "Popularity" categorie
Husband: Geoffrey Landgraab or Lucas Munch (can be aged)
Wife: Clara Bjergsen, Mila Munch or Mary Greenburg (can be rejuvenated)
Career: educator (as an adult), nanny (as a teenager)
CAS:
- beach waves
- pink clothes
- cowboy boots
- mom jeans
- Santa hat
- wedding dress
Goals:
1. Level 10 baking and cooking.
2. Organize lots of parties and events.
3. Complete an aspiration.
4. Career level 10.
5. Record makeup tutorials on a video recording station.
6. Start a club and organize meetings every week.
7. Run a 4-star restaurant.
8. Have at least one trait resulting from inclination.
9. Live in these three towns throughout your life: Willow Creek, Newcrest and Copperdale.
10. Have a dog.
Fifth generation: ESFP
Traits: materialist, glutton, self-absorbed
Aspiration: serial romantic, party animal or friend of the animals.
Career: store worker (as a teenager), actor (as an adult)
Wife: Lilith Vatore, Candy Behr, Kaori Nishidake, Sofia Bjergsen, Penny Pizzas or Baby Ariel
Husband: Joaquin Le Chien or Mitchell Kalani
CAS:
- afro
- jeans
- makeup
- Hawaiian shirts
- mini skirts
- lots of jewelry
- heart-shaped glasses
- tunnels
- black and white clothes
- pink nails
- princess dresses
- yellow clothes
- red clothes
- pink lipstick.
Goals:
1. Buy the "great kisser" trait with satisfaction points.
2. Have a dog and be his best friend.
3. Go to Selvadorada for at least 7 days.
4. Go to a party at least once a week.
5. Complete your aspiration
6. Career level 10.
7. Become a siren.
8. 5th level of dancing.
9. Go shopping at the stores in the Magnolia Promenade or those built by you.
10. Live in Windenburg or Tartosa.
Generation Six: ISFP
Features: music lover, art lover, foodie
Aspiration: freelance botanist
Career: painter
Husband: Kiyoshi Ito, Lou Howell, Taku Akiyama or Jay Bhatia
Wife: Venessa Yeong, Catarina Lynx, Alice Spencer Kim, Blossom Greenburg (can be rejuvenated), or Olivia Kim Lewis (can be aged).
CAS:
- Man bun / emo hairstyle / Wolf cut
- black nails
- no socks
- sweatpants
- no shoes
- beanie hat
- nose ring
- rings
- choker
- purple nails
- fishnet stockings
- blouses
- bucket hats
- round glasses
Goals:
1. Maximum level of painting, photography, singing and guitar playing.
2. Run a zoo.
3. Live in Sulani.
4. Watch only sport on TV.
5. Have a dog, a cat and a horse.
6. Have rabbit holes on the lot.
7. Collect the entire frog collection.
8. Have a hamster.
9. Complete an aspiration.
10. Career level 10.
Seventh generation: ESTP
Traits: noncommittal, kleptomaniac, bro
Aspiration: bodybuilder
Career: fast food employee (as a teenager), bodybuilder (as an adult)
Husband: Don Lothario, J Huntington III, Max Villareal (can be aged), Eric Lewis, Paolo Rocca or Akira Kibo
Wife: Dina Caliente, Morgan Fyres or Grace Anansi
CAS:
- Slicked back hair / sleek ponytail / sporty ponytail
- nothing
- Sunglasses
- tops
- sport shoes
- leopard print clothes
- flip-flops
- Red nails
- cold weather shorts
- unbuttoned jacket without a shirt
- shirtless
- skinny jeans
Goals:
1. Swim in the pool every day.
2. Be outside more often than inside.
3. Reach the highest level of fame.
4. Experience the entire jungle adventure.
5. Complete your aspiration.
6. Career level 10.
7. 10 level of fitness.
8. Only use the bathtub, not the shower.
9. Watch TV for at least an hour every day.
10. Live in Del Sol Valley and Mount Komorebi.
Eighth generation: ISTP
Traits: evil, loner, self-assured
Aspiration: angling ace
Career: detective
Husband: Wolfgang Munch or Jacques Villarreal (can be rejuvenated)
Wife: Nina Kaliente or Darling Walsh
CAS:
- buzzcut
- beard
- leather jackets
- cargo pants
- caps
- denim shorts
- tattoos
- slippers
- eyebrow piercing
Goals:
1. 10 level of handiness, fishing and fitness.
2. Collect one collection.
3. Become a werewolf.
4. Go roller skating once a week.
5. Have a cat.
6. Have siblings.
7. Career level 10.
8. Complete an aspiration.
9. Go to Granite Falls at least once for at least a week.
10. Live at Moonwood Mill.
Ninth Generation: INFJ
Traits: paranoid, eco-friendly, lazy
Aspiration: spellcraft & sorcery
Career: ecologist
Husband: Bjorn Bjergsen
Wife: Cassandra Goth or Elsa Bjergsen (can be aged)
CAS:
- floral dresses
- sweaters
- hairpins and bows
- long skirts
- bells
- boho dresses
- shorts
- bracelets
Goals:
1. Live in Glimmerbrook.
2. Always get out of bed between 5am and 8am.
3. Buy the Early Bird trait with satisfaction points.
4. Never eat sweets or drink sweet drinks.
5. Complete your aspiration.
6. Career level 10.
7. 10th level of logic, singing and charisma.
8. Become a spellcaster.
9. Go to university (you can use shorter university mod).
10. Go to the spa once a week.
Tenth Generation: ENFJ
Traits: jealous, good, romantic.
Aspiration: any of the love categorie.
Career: Farmer (unofficial)
Husband: Caleb Vatore or Brant Hecking
Wife: Bella Goth, Summer Holiday, Catrina Caliente, Julia Wright or Kyra Anello
CAS:
- redhair, wavy hair
- purple clothes
- black turtlenecks
- green nails
Goals:
1. Level 10 in charisma and flower arranging skills.
2. Complete your aspiration.
3. Own a farm with vegetables, fruits, flowers and animals and earn money from it.
4. Have a Golden Retriever dog and a cat.
5. Go camping once a week.
6. Forgive your lover's betrayal.
7. Give a rose to your lover every Monday.
8. Eat an apple everyday.
9. Only watch romances on TV.
10. Live in Evergreen Harbor.
Eleventh generation: INFP
Traits: gloomy, animal lover, socially awkward
Aspiration: best-selling author
Career: writer
Husband: Bob Pancakes, Jeb Harris, Salim Benali, Hugo Villareal, Gunther Munch, Simeon Silversweater or Claude Rene Duplantier
Wife: Becca Clarke
CAS:
- pastel hair with bangs
- loose T-shirts
- sweaters
- unusual eyeliners
- frills
- long sleeves
- one-piece swimsuit
- shoes that cover the toes
- unusual wedding dress
Goals:
1. Go to Granite Falls for a week.
2. Complete your aspiration.
3. Career level 10.
4. Listen to music every day.
5. Write at least one book a week.
6. Write a blog about feelings.
7. Climb Mount Komorebi.
8. Become a plant sim.
9. Be in a relationship with both genders (it doesn't have to be at the same time).
10. Make friends with a selected Sim from the listed spouses (except your spouse).
Twelfth generation: ENFP
Traits: creative, cheerful, childish, clumsy (3 of these)
Aspiration: any from the Eco Lifestyle expansion pack
Career: YouTuber (unofficial)
Husband: Paka'a Uha or Knox Greenburg.
Wife: Zoe Patel, Miko Ojo or Luna Villareal
CAS:
- highlights hair
- braces
- socks and sandals
- rainbow socks
- scary makeup
- witch costume
- tights under shorts
- glasses with colored lenses
- leggings
- without trousers
Goals:
1. Level 10 media production and Level 5 dance and photography.
2. Become famous for making videos.
3. Complete an aspiration.
4. Have pets and spend time with them every day.
5. Travel somewhere every other day (may be more often).
6. Visit an amusement park at least 3 times.
7. Have a same-gender spouse (you can adopt a child, but it must be a newborn).
8. Live in Oasis Spring and Henford-On-Bagley.
9. Have sibling.
10. Always vote for local action plans.
Thirteenth generation: INTP
Traits: Genius, bookworm, geek
Aspiration: Any of the Knowledge categorie
Career: tech guru
Husband: Mortimer Goth, Alexander Goth (you can age him) or Erwin Pries.
Wife: Liberty Lee, Yuki Behr, Lana Mckinnon or Nanami Ito (can be aged).
CAS:
- long and sleek hair
- no makeup
- glasses
- headphones
- long pants for hot weather
- hoodies
- the same every outfit
Goals:
1. Always go to bed between 0-4.
2. Buy the Night Owl trait for satisfaction points.
3. Have the most expensive computer.
4. Avoid leaving the house and cleaning.
5. Never enter any water (except bathtub and shower).
6. Live in Britechester.
7. Defeat the Mother Plant from StrangerVille.
8. Become an alien.
9. Career level 10.
10. Complete an aspiration.
Fourteenth generation: ENTP
Traits: erratic, goofball, self-absorbed
Aspiration: chief of mischief or joke star
Career: entertaiment
Husband: Morgyn Ember, Johnny Zest, Travis Scott, Gavin Richard or Cameron Fletcher.
Wife: mint sim from Not So Berry Challenge (if you haven't done it, you can download one from the gallery).
CAS:
- bowed baby buns / curtained hair
- natural makeup
- baggy jeans
- platform shoes
- necklaces
- torn jeans
- T-shirts
- earrings
- tattoos
Goals:
1. Complete an aspiration.
2. Career level 10.
3. Become an occult.
4. 10th level of guitar playing.
5. Go to a water park once a week.
6. Never be very sad.
7. Spend as little time in nature as possible.
8. Never use a computer, TV or tablet. You can use your phone, but not for entertainment purposes.
9. Live in San Myshuno.
10. Set your calendar for Halloween with 5 traditions and complete them all.
Fifteenth generation: INTJ
Traits: loner, hates children, snob
Aspiration: friend of the animals
Career: architect (unofficially). For each house you build, add 450 Simoleons with the code. You can only build 1 house per day (but not on Saturdays and not on Sundays).
Husband: Count Vladislaus Straud IV or Rohan Eldelberry
Wife: none. Have your Sim adopt a newborn.
CAS:
- curly hair
- black clothes
- turtlenecks
- suits
- little black dresses
- short sleeves
Goals:
1. Become a vampire.
2. Level 10 logic only through chess.
3. Complete your aspiration.
4. Build 10 houses.
5. Have a cat and make friends with it.
6. Buy the Iceman trait with satisfaction points.
7. Paint 3 wall murals.
8. Have sibling.
9. Give birth or adopt a child only on the last day before the elder's birthday.
10. Live in Forgotten Hollow.
Sixteenth generation: ENTJ
Traits: ambitious, evil, self-assured
Aspiration: public enemy
Career: politician
Husband: Diego Lobo or Dario Lampa (must be downloaded from the gallery)
Wife: Nancy Landgraab or the red sim from Not So Berry Challenge (if you haven't done it, download one from the gallery)
CAS:
- Peaky Blinders cut / Justin Bieber's 2010 hair / Vintage Curls / Slicked back pony
- suits
- high heels
- crown
- Red lipstick
- leather clothes
- watch
- crop tops
- dresses with one sleeve
Goals:
1. Complete an aspiration.
2. Career level 10.
3. Not having any child.
4. The highest level of fame.
5. Not having any friends.
6. Argue with someone every day and never apologize.
7. Live in San Myshuno.
8. Collect one million simoleons (including the value of the house).
9. Run your own business.
10. Have a Rottweiler dog
THE END
#the sims 4#sims 4#the sims community#the sims#the sims 4 challenge#sims 4 challenge#mbti types#mbti#ts4 legacy#legacy challenge#the sims 4 legacy#sims 4 legacy#ts4#ts4 challenge
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Anonymity allows me to share my voice without including my name.
I will include details in this blog of my day to day life and what that entails… the experiences, adventures, trials, successes and failures.
To give you a little background about me, I am a 30 year old woman with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. My body would fall under an average type. Although, I am 5’4, my thighs are thick and my top is smaller. I guess I will admit to being pretty. At least, pretty enough to attract attention in public. My mind is telling me to let you know that there are many other people in the world who are pretty, prettier than I am.
I was born in one place and lived there until I was five. My Mom and birth Dad separated when I was two. He used substances and abused her. He left me outside of our apartment building by myself as a toddler. After he left me outside of our apartment building, I was taken by CPS and eventually handed over to my Grandmother. When I was five, my Mom met a man, married him, and we moved to another place so that he could be a service member. We moved from one base to another every three years until I married my ex-husband at 19.
Anyways, I am the oldest of all of my siblings and have two sisters and two brothers. Only one of my sisters is from both of my parents. One of my brothers was adopted and I have never met him.
My birth Dad passed away when I was 16. The story is that he was injecting morphine packages. They found him blue in a bathroom.
I used drugs and alcohol to cope from the time I was 15 until I was 29. I have been sober for a year. I would almost be two years sober but I relapsed one evening last year.
I have three children. We will call them 1, 2, and 3. 1 is 11 and is a she. 2 is 1 and is a he. 3 is currently two weeks old and is also a he.
I am in school pursuing a career in substance abuse rehabilitation. I’d like to use my tamed demons to help others fight theirs.
Today, I have been married for a year. My Husband forgot that it is our anniversary. I don’t know if I believe that he forgot or if he really didn’t know if he had to care. Our relationship has been sinking lately. I shouldn’t have bought him a gift. I feel completely stupid. He was reaching out to escorts to hook up a couple of weeks ago, was gone for nights, didn’t show up to our son’s birth, and now this…
I’m starting to remember why I left my first husband and why I was so fucking ok with doing so.
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I forgor (ramble #2)
I said I was going to ramble here, and I sort of forgot. Well, more specifically, I had this perfectionistic mindset on what I wanted to be posted since it's a far more public place, so I put off rambling until I found something I though was worthy of being talked about.
Anyway, I was planning on talking about history but as I rambled further below, I'm instead going to just vomit out some things.
Me when my mind
I'm not as big of a nerd (obsessive study guy) than I actually seem, and I often feel like I have to dedicate a large chunk of malleable time in order to push myself into studying things. This is because my specific way of learning things, the moment I start, requires me to learn every detail there is to something.
This also stems from a sort of perfectionistic desire to ensure that everything works out if I did put in effort into doing something, so I'm often left with the choice of either just half-assing or full-assing, and due to the constraint of the variety of my interests, I never want to full-ass in case I miss out on another interest of mine. It's a huge time sink, and I already have multiple projects I'm devoting some time into.
Perfectionism and poor executive control don't mix well at all
Recent obsessions
1. Urban Design
Recently I've been really into wanting to learn more about urban planning and city design as a side to another project of mine. Since the past, I've always been interested in exploring the idea of a city and how that affects its inhabitants. The cultures, history, customs, etc. have both such a clear but also vague relationship with the person inhabiting it.
Constantly in my head I'm playing with the ideas of where farms will be built, how people will acquire resources, and how people will build communities based on these material needs. The way the population due to their history will affect the city, and how it becomes this system of perpetuation of the minds of the people is fascinating. But most interestingly, now that I think about it, is the way that these histories continue to put pressure on the psyche of the population by virtue of structures and layout being permanent.
Imagine if the statues of totalitarian dictators continue to loom over your now democratic nation, preserved for historical purposes. That'd be some fucked up shit. A population holding on to trauma for the fact that it's a portion of one's history. There are ways of preserving history that's healthy. Put it in a museum rather in a public place.
2. Chinese History (or, a very long ramble mostly about the Yellow River)
So i was reading up on Chinese history because, out of everything, that's basically the one I have the least clue about. It was going to be fun, I thought, but then it opened up a can of worms that's important but minimally to the understanding of Chinese history: The Yellow River
The Yellow River is one of the rivers in China that became the catalysts that started it all. All civilizations require access to water for farming purposes, and the Yellow River provided that. It's also used for traversing and trade.
Look at how yellow and murky that is yippee
But my main interest wasn't the interaction between the Yellow River and ancient Chinese historical development. No, what I need to know is why the fuck is the river yellow?
Okay, so the yellow river wasn't originally yellow. It gained its name after it got its color. In the beginning it was just the river. What caused the coloration is the distribution of sediments from the Loess Plateau.
Doesn't explain it still. Okay: Loess is a silt-like sediment. Silts are basically a granular material with the size between sand and clay. Not completely fine, but it's small. They're created through the Aeolian process, which is basically saying: they're caused by winds carrying small bits of weathered materials.
Aeolian Process
Okay, but why yellow: because one of those small bits carried by the wind is Iron Oxide, which typically come in Yellow and Red forms. Additionally, there are just a bunch of various other silt materials there that interact with light in such a way that it gives off a yellowish coloration.
Iron Oxides
Have you ever seen what sand looks like under a microscope? Do you think they're just yellow particle grains all there under your feet being silly? Nope. They're
a collection of various different materials: quartz, rocks, shells, minerals, volcanic materials all smoothened up by their time under water.
The yellow coloration is in part due to the interaction between these collections of materials and light when viewed from far away rather than their composition. That can help explain the yellow coloration of Loess.
And even more fascinating: the fact that this river has a lot of Loess running through it means that when rivers go on a very meandering, slow route, the loess sediment transportation slows down too, and, affected by gravity, falls to the riverbed. Accumulation of Loess begins and natural embankments are made. That embankment goes high enough, the yellow river will have to change routes because by that point, it becomes more energy efficient for the river to find another path to the sea.
The Yellow River has always been known for its turbulence, but I think the surprising connection of the yellow coloration and its turbulence is just very cool and exciting.
In the 2,540 years from 595 BC to 1946 AD, the Yellow River has been reckoned to have flooded 1,593 times, shifting its course 26 times noticeably and nine times severely.
Not only that, but artificial embankments were made in an attempt to control the shifting paths of the river. That artificial embankment only helped to shift its path yet again, causing it to flood and displaced people yet again.
That's what I've learned about Chinese history. idk about dynasties or smth yet.
3. Cyberpunk 2077
Visually amazing. Great lore. Lots of attention to detail on the urban design, historicism, architecture and the various cultures of Night City. It feels alive and as if everything has its historical purpose. Each district is distinct and memorable. Constantly playing the game just to get on a car/motor and ride through it.
Extra thoughts
So earlier I talked about how I wasn't that big of a nerdy guy. Sorry I was wrong.
#Obsessions#Ramble#idk what do people put in tags anyway#if you have any ideas just tell me what tags I should use thank you.#also this is way better than twitter the way I can just write a whole 3 page ramble about shit im into rather than separating them into dif#erent tweets and going [1/16] or something.
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invincible bullshit that i came up with 10 days ago i just forgot about it
ngaoevnbiaebiw its here @anxiousnerdwritings i hope you like it i got inspired by you to write this
words: 2196
warnings: past arguing, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE SEASON 1, shooting, arguing, past manipulation
“Reports of who killed the Guardians of the globe are starting to surface, with our agents finding out about the supposed killer: we know they spared Omni-Man, killed the rest of the members, and then fled. We also know they are not from earth. Lots of people have speculated that Omni-Man is the one behind these killings, however, the government has ruled out that being a possibility, since there was no evidence of Omni-Man doing these actions. More at 7 tonight on-”
The program stopped playing as you saw a contact appear on the top of the screen, and reading it, you immediately perked up.
Swiping on the green button, you happily said, “Hey, Dad! What’cha need?”
You heard a chuckle from the other end, before he said, “Hey kiddo, how you holding up?”
“Nothing much going on here, you good over there?”
“Yup, mostly everything is fine. You know my work, they always have something for me to do.”
“Hopefully that clears up soon.”
“Yeah, hey, listen, where are you right now?”
Ugh, not this again. Your mood slightly dropped as you remembered a few years ago, when you first met Cecil. He wasn’t as good as he is now, and he would always be asking where you would be. Even in school. However, that was all in the past, since you were older, he now knew that you were responsible enough to do things on your own. At least, that’s what he wanted you to believe.
“Uh, well, I was just gonna go hang out with some friends and then go back home. Why?”
“Ok, listen to me very carefully: one of my guys is gonna pick you up near Bridgetown, ok? You’re gonna get a bracelet from them and then I’ll explain the rest here.”
What the fuck? “Oh, um, ok, when will they be there?”
“About 5 minutes. Be there soon, love you, bye.”
He hung up the phone quickly, which was extremely rare, even for him, since he would never show his love to you out publicly and you would feel weird if he even did. However, on the phone or in private he was a completely different person, having a great personality and he was an even better dad.
Well, he did say to hurry up, and 5 minutes. You checked the time and when you saw it was near 1. You strided your way towards the street he told you to meet on, and cheerfully thought of the ways to hang out with your friends after whatever he wanted to do. Maybe you could go to the mall? Maybe the food court? You’ve been meaning to try those damn milkshakes at that new bar everyone is talking about, but it was always so crowded. You never liked crowded places in the first place.
Suddenly, your phone rang again. This time, when you checked, it was your dad again. Strange. It was weird for him to call you twice in a row. He usually got to the point within a few sentences.
Picking up the phone, you said, “Hey dad-”
“________, listen to me. Get to someplace safe now. Get out of the road. Get out of the public. I don't care if you have to go inside someone else’s house, just get out of sight.”
Stopping in the middle of the road you let out some surprised stutters. “Wh- Dad, what are you talking about?”
“_______, please, just listen to me when I say this, you are in danger and you need to get out of there.”
“Why? What’s happening?”
You were shuffling around trying to find a good place to “hide” while your dad went into complete panic mode in his voice. “_______, find a place to hide, and whatever you do, get out of open space.”
You heard him speak to someone off the phone, before he cursed out loud. “I have to call you back, but someone will be there, wherever you are, ok? I… I love you.”
Before you could answer him, he hung up the phone. Anxiety was the only thing you could feel, as you looked around the desolate neighborhood. There was a reason why you chose this area over others: it was quiet and small. Not only that, but the only people who walked this way were people who were not fond of bigger crowds. In fact, you haven’t seen anyone go this way for a long time. You always wondered why, since it was the perfect way to get robbed. Of course, that would never happen, especially with all those lessons from your dad about self defense.
The street you were on had walls surrounding the sidewalk to prevent people from going into people's backyards, probably. They were too high up to climb, and they were concrete, so it wouldn’t be easy to just hop over and call it a day.
However, you were almost at the end of the street, and you knew there was a little patch of bushes and leaves that would provide the perfect cover. They were almost as tall as your dad, which always made you wonder who was watering them to be that big.
Pacing quickly towards the end of the street, and seeing no one in sight made you let out a sigh of relief. Either dad was overeating or something bad was happening, and you don’t know which would be worse. When Cec- dad overrated, it always got messy, no matter what it was about.
“Why were you out so long? I was about to send a team after you-”
“Cecil, it’s fine, I just had to talk to my-”
“Don’t call me Cecil, and don’t try to make excuses, tell me who you were with right now or I swear to god-”
You forgot the memory almost as soon as it came up, instead choosing to focus on getting to the brush where you could hide until C- Dad came to pick you up. Wherever he was. Actually, did he give you a time that he would be there?
You got a weird feeling that made you sprint towards the bushes and dive in, like there was someone behind you. You ignored it and forced your way on all fours, ignoring the cuts and scratches you were getting on your arms and legs.
There was almost a whooshing sound above you, and you wondered if your dad sent a fucking jet to get you. But that thought left your mind when you heard it right next to you, along with the sound of someone making a harsh landing onto the street. You were able to hear the little bits and pieces of concrete fly off the ground to hit the ground again.
You stayed completely still, leaning on your arms while your body was facing the street. You heard something shuffle, like moving fabric around, before a familiar voice hit your ears.
“Who’s there?” they- he said, and you were about to cry out of relief when you heard it. “Omni-Man?”
~~~~~
“Cecil, why do you think Nolan would go after ________?”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Cecil didn’t look at Debbie, instead focusing on the map in front of him, wondering where Mark could’ve been.
“What reason would he have to go after them? I just- he wouldn’t just attack a child, would he?”
Cecil felt his head start to hurt. Goddamnit, why did Nolan want to go after you? You had nothing to do with anything, besides being Cecil’s daughter. … is that why he was after you? Just because you were related to Cecil?
No, Nolan wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t his biological daughter, Nolan knew Cecil took you from somewhere.
He probably thought you were just someone that he got for fun, which was the furthest from the truth. Cecil didn’t-
“Sir, we’ve found Mark Grayson, along with your daughter, not at the same locations, but-”
“Where is she?” Cecil didn’t try to hide his worry in his voice. It didn’t exactly help when the agent said, in a monotone voice, “She's with Omni-Man, sir.”
~~~~~
“________? What are you doing here?”
Peeking out from the bush, you saw Omni-Man walk up towards you and hold out his hand. You graciously took it, and helped yourself up. Even when you were standing at your full height, Omni-Man was way taller than you. Like, way taller. He could beat your dad within an inch of his life even with all of that combat stuff he learned over the years.
Of course he could, he’s Omni-Man dumbass. Ignoring the thought, you answered, “I’m, uh, busy.”
You saw him give a small smile. “You’re busy hiding in the bushes?”
“Yes.” you cursed internally for answering that so quickly like an idiot. You weren’t expecting him to let out a laugh. He continued while you stood there, confused as all hell.
Finally, he said, “You know, you’re a terrible liar.” You laughed along with him for a moment, before saying, “Yeah, I know.”
His face suddenly darkened, before he said, “So, why are you out here?”
The laughter in the air was gone now, only replaced by crushing silence as he waited for your answer. You felt yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. He looked like he was judging you for just standing there. Well, he could’ve also been judging you because you were in a bush just 10 seconds earlier. After a few more seconds, you broke.
“C- Dad said to hide somewhere.”
“Aren’t you too old to be playing those games?”
“Yeah, I am, but apparently someone was gonna come and get me. He just said to get out of open space.”
You heard him mutter something under his breath, before he scratched the back of his head.
“Well, I can see why he would want that.”
“Really? Why?”
“A mob boss named Machine Head.” When you gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Machine head was a guy who took down the new Guardians of the Globe along with… Mark. They thought they got him, but unfortunately they weren’t able to kill him.”
“How does that have anything with me?”
“... You’re Cecil’s daughter. Cecil was the one who found out about Machine Head. And took him down. Machine Head wants revenge against Cecil for ruining his plans, so he’s probably going to take it out on you.” When you still gave a surprised stare, he asked, “Do you really not have this happen often?”
“No, Dad keeps me inside alot…” your voice trailed off when you heard your phone ring, and picking it up, you saw it was your dad.
“Hello?”
“_________, I told you to get to somewhere safe!”
“I-I am! I’m with Nolan!”
“Hey, Cecil, don’t worry, I’m right here.” Nolan’s voice was filled with sarcasm, probably an old joke between the two. After all, they were both good friends to each other.
“No, you don’t understand, ______, listen to me-”
Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm, and dragged down. You were caught by Omni-Man before you hit the ground, though. Looking behind him, you saw two trucks coming towards you, along with multiple people in them, with weapons of all sorts.
You didn’t have time to ask who they were or what they wanted, as Omni-Man grabbed you and pulled out off the ground, and into the air. It took you a few moments, but you realized you were in the air. Flying.
Reaching for your phone in your pocket to call your dad back, you realized you must’ve dropped it. However, you weren’t about to waste your energy trying to get it back. Especially not when you were high above the ground. So you simply hung on for dear life as Omni-Man flew away from the shouting people in the cars.
~~~~~
“Where is she?”
“She went with Omni-Man, sir.”
Cecil stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck happened. It was obvious now that Nolan had no intentions to harm you, but why would he take you and not tell you anything? Cecil wondered before something was handed to him. “We found this near where they took off, sir.”
It was your phone. Completely crushed to bits. “Omni-Man took it from her and crushed it without her knowledge, sir.”
“You started to shoot at her?! What the hell were you thinking!?”
The men stood there, completely still realizing their mistake. “We’re not kids playing at some game, this is real life. And now- I-” he really wanted to kill Nolan now. Debbie was going to become a widow, and he really didn’t care.
Walking up to the truck that was nearest to him, he opened the back and shuffled around, trying to find something, anything that would be of use.
Then he found his favorite gun. The only one he could actually hold himself without another person that stopped Omni-man.
Loading the ammunition, he walked over to Donald, who had a tablet in his hand. “Sir, we’ve found where they’re going.”
Looking at the area on the map, Cecil tapped his wrist watch, and said, “Good. Get the backup ready, and get Mark Grayson. Get Invincible.”
#yandere invincible#yandere nolan grayson#yandere cecil stedman#originally i was gonna put the invincible logo at the end but i didn't want to do that much work cuz im tired rn
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Could I request an ATEEZ one? How would they react (as doms) when y/n disobeys/is a bad girl? Thank you so much!
A/n: I’ve never done reactions before but... there’s always a first! I ALSO went ahead and added what type of dom I think Ateez would be.... guys, I had a liiiiiittle toO much fun with this.... I apologize in advance if some members aren’t that elaborated. You guys can always request for more... [PLZ. Plz REQUEST MORE LIKE THIS i had fun:)]
(Know that these are based off of the interpretation and personal opinions that I have of the members)
||ATEEZ Reacts|| to their S/O being a bad girl
Hongjoong:
Manipulative/sadistic!dom
When you’re a bad gorRL... Hongjoong is def not the type to say anything about your behavior out loud. You’ll just know.
By the look he gives you. The way he reacts to you. Even the way his hand goes to grab at your side when your in public.
He just has his subtle ways of reminding you that you’re crossing the line.
He’s traditional. 3 strikes and you’re out. Meaning if you refuse to listen to his warnings the first three times. You better pray that when you finally arrive home the he’ll be too tried to actually punish your dumbass.
In which-he never fails to do.
You know how he threatens the members by telling them “come to my room after this.”?
Girl don’t be surprised when he lowers his lips against your ear to whisper “I better find your disobedient ass in my room after they leave.” Literally as the members hang out and have a good ol time in your apartment.
He doesn’t like repeating himself and when he punishes you he definitely makes it a point to make sure your know what your did wrong.
Hongjoong is the type not only to make you count as he spanks you but he’s the type to make you say “I’m sorry daddy for *insert terrible sin*.” After every hit.
His smirk grows wider from the increasing amount of tears that flow from your eyes. (Kinky mans)
I personally love a sadistic dom lol besides the point
He probably likes when you tell him that it hurts.
“Good. I want you to hurt, sweetheart.”
“Daddy can’t hear you. Moan louder for me.”
The type to tease you and when you least expect it, enTeR you. nO prep. LIKE DAMN.
Questions you. “Such a bad girl... I didn’t even touch you.” Hongjoong sharply rotates his hips against your dripping core. Filling your walls as he stuffs himself to the hilt. “who told you to get this wet for me?
No one asked but ...he’d eat it out after fucking all of his cum into you.... okeiii NEXT-
Seonghwa:
HARD!dom
I wouldn’t want to cross daddy Seonghwa if i were you.
Not only is he sadistic boy number 1 here, he’s also a power bottom.
You can be one of two types of a bad girl.
One: a helpless submissive with absolutely NO dominate tendencies in her what so ever or TWO: the sub where BRAT is literally her first, middle, and last name.
Too bad for the both of you- Seonghwa has a solution (read:punishment) for both
“Fine.” His intense eyes glare at you as he finally stops holding your wrists above your head. “Since you want to be like this, Get on top of me.”
You: 👁👄👁huh?
You’ll either be shocked or jump at the opportunity to take the small ounce of control that he’s letting you have.
Whatever you choose, He uses this to his advantage. Once you’ve settled yourself on top of him and he’s fully inside of you, he makes sure that he has your full attention before devastatingly telling you “You better not slow down or I’m. Not. Fucking. You.”
Yunho:
SOFT!dom🥺....😳
In the most disappointed voice, “Baby, what did I tell you about not listening to me?”
His form of punishment.... NO. TOUCHING. AT. ALL.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a soft boy...buT THAT DON’T MEAN HE AINT KINKY. (Kinky... but make it PRETTY)
He’ll tie you up with cute little silk ties and make sure your legs are parted as he settles in between.
Baby. Get ready for sum sensory overload because this boy LOVEs to tease you.
Those slow...soft, gentle kisses and strokes to the inner parts of your thighs. All leading up to your leaking-DESPERATE core.
-only to go RIGHT back up to your shaking knees.
30 minutes to a whole hOUr. He will keep your toes curling from the LACK of “center” attention.
Your panties completely soaked through and the most he’s done is breathe over your aching folds.
It wrecks him just as much as he wrecks you.
DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN’S SIZE kINK. (Thank you giant line for giving atinys size kinks)
You wont even have to trigger him for this. As soon as his hand goes to cup over your tiny core. He groANs.
“...You’re so fragile and tiny, princess...” His hands travel over your goosebumped navel. “My cock would break this tiny, innocent body of yours...”
He LIVES for the reaction that your innocence has from his dirty talk (is that a corruption kink I see👀??) that crimson flush that your face has or the way your eyes tear up. He just UGH! He almost wants to give you something you don’t deserve.
“But... only good girls deserve daddy’s dick.”
You plead to him that you’re a good girl and it’s just MUSIC to his ears. But he likes to play with his food before he devours it.
“Maybe I shouldn’t make love to you, baby... You couldn’t possibly take all of me.”
[IM SHUDDERING GUYS I WANT HIM TO BREAk-]
Anyways.
He just wants to see all the disobedience and brattiness leave your body before he finally fills your needy cunt with his warm cum😳
Yeosang:
Rigger!dom (lowkey a cocky shit too. I see him tying his sub up and teasing her like that)
“I don’t care. Ass up, face down.” The vibrator buzzes through your body as he forcefully presses it against your unexpectant clit.
Our precious dom Yeosang here loves to admire how much of a mess your body can make with barely lifting a finger over you.
It’s the opposite and he doesn’t even make contact with your skin.
You decided to act up and you also decided to test his limits by questioning his authority over you.
Granted he doesn’t use toys often but thats why it’s called a punishment.
You don’t get what you want.
Yeosang knows that what you really want is the rock hard dick throbbing inside of his pants.
He gets “mad” at the mess you make from cummming. “That’s all, baby? You can cum from this useless little toy?”
Yeosang lowers his face to level with yours as your high spirals. Making sure to flash you a contradicting smile. “Guess you don’t need my dick then.”
He ties you up, cuffs you, latches you-honestly you can pick— and make sure that you are completely unable to move.
Bitch. He’ll masterbate in front of you and force you to watch him please himself.
“You had your fill, Doll.”
With your arms above your head and legs spread for him to bask in the pool leaking out of your wetness, he’d bring himself closer and closer to the edge. Until finally coming over to you, getting between your legs...and releasing his cum all over your deprived body.
You’d whine and try to twist out of your restraints, feeling totally wronged.
Not to worry tho. Yeosang loves punishing you, just not as much as he loves fucking his cum into you.
“I think my bad little girl’s had enough.” Spreading his cum over your stomach.
“You deserve a good fuck.”
San:
EVIL!dom
He LOVES when you’re bad.
It gives him a reason to punish you and release the sadistic beast inside of him.
Degrading, dirty talk, overstimulation, spanking, face slapping, teasing....
I could go on but i wanna save the suspense for when you talk back to him-
He’ll chuckle. “So you think it’s funny?” San seems like the type to grab your hair to get your attention so he’d hold your hair in his hands as he forces you to look at him. “We’ll see how funny it is when my dick is fucking into your delinquent little mouth, princess.”
Contrasting stimulus
-and what i mean by that is:
He’ll be pounding into you ruthlessly while whispering so gently into you ear like “look how pretty my girl looks with my dick filling you up...aww baby, you look absolutely adorable...”
LIAHSIFUKGSIFLYAGf-I’m fine
Orders you do do things that are basically impossible. Fully aware that you’ll never be able to obey even if you wanted to.
“You better not cum all over my cock with your filthy little pussy.”
....obviously, you cum around his dick and he takes your face into his hands and slaps you for disobeying as he keeps rutting himself into you.
“Aww...” Watches your eyes tear up from the overstimulation. “My pretty toy can’t take what daddy gives her....”
He stops momentarily to shower your tear-stained face with kisses-
“Too bad my bad baby... “ His hips begin to rock into you with a vice. A devilish smile spreading across his face as he sees the mess he’s making of you. “ You’re giving me another one.”
UUUPMH
Mingi:
Cocky!dom
This tall punk loves knowing that he’s the one messing you up.
Add the size kink and there you go!
He’s talking all kinds of “damn babygirl, look how fucked out you are because of me.” Or “I am I too much to handle that you’re near tears?”
borderline degrading but with a tasteful amount of self praise that lowkey gets him more hot than you actually telling him that.
What a Leo.
AnYWAYS
When you’re being bad.... Mingi is not his name.
You call him one of two things.
“Master” and/or “Sir”
He does not answer you unless you call him either of those things.
“I think my pretty little fucktoy forgot how to address her superior....”
I have a feeling that there will be a lot of orgasm denial
He’ll draw you deliciously to the edge at LEAST 3 times before he’ll even consider letting you cum.
He won’t be satisfied until he thinks you’ve had enough.
Which is-trust me- probably too much for your body to handle but hey-
YOU DECIDED TO PISS HIM OFF SO WHOS FAULT IS THAT?
—but also... rag doll y/n??? Anyone??? No?? just me?👁👄👁ok—
-more over
He might have slight sadistic tendencies but it’s more for pleasure than it is for actually inflicting pain unto you.
He’s a little soft in that aspect because he would hate to think that he’s harming his lovely baby
Mingi basically wants you putty in his hands
Once you’ve finished playing the back and forth between who’s truly in charge, it’s basically a battle of who can make the other more of a mess.
I genuinely think that dom Mingi is the type to start out punishing you but by the time he’s lost in the pleasure of it all, he loses it and completely showers you orgasm after orgasm.
Talk about making a punishment into a fun-ishment.
Wooyoung:
Degrading!dom🥵 (evil dom pt2)
Oh my goodness help me- this is about to be spicy... he WRECKS me in ways that I truly want him to
He wants you to know that you’re a bad girl.
Acting up? “You dumb slut.” Grabs a fist full of your hair.
Talking back? “Say that again, my cute little whore.”
Turning him on during the most inappropriate time? “I can’t wait to get home and fuck you into submission.”
DELICIOUS DIRTY TALK i will say at the very least.
Not that Wooyoung is sadistic but he likes seeing you in sexual pain.
He’ll make fun of how much your body loves his fingers, dick, tongue—as you should.
“Fuck. Look at your pussy drooling from just one of my fingers, you dirty slut.”
Teases how you moan and stutter
“Huh, baby?” He leans in as he fucks into you. “What? “D-daddy-please I can-I cant” what? You can’t what, princess??” He practically laughs at you for being so delirious and fucked.
I feel like Ateez doms just love a good stream of tears rolling down their sub’s faces. Whether it be from overstimulation, pain, or pleasure. They just sadistic like that.
Soo that being said. “Cry for me baby. Come on babygirl, cry for me. Show daddy how fucking good he punishes you.”
Jongho:
Brattamer!dom
He’s definitely into power play.
The type of play where you test his limits and when you think you’re winning-bUt the game is sO rigged that you lose EVERY time.
STRONG boy.
Loves pinning you down to get your bratty ass still.
It excites him so much when you talk back to him.
Almost as if he expects you to be bad.
Get used to bending over.
He LOVES spanking you over his knees.
There’s something so visceral about his hand creating red marks on your pretty skin that makes his cock throb from how much you squirm and beg.
Not too much dirty talk is exchanged... rather... Master Jongho likes to act. He wants to SHOW you how bad you are.
From the marks on your ass to the hickies he leaves over your breasts.
POSSESSIVE. Even if you aren’t thinking of other guys, I have a feeling that he’d somehow punish you for even looking too good.
It’s the simple grope to your ass when no one is looking and the way his eyes pierce yours as if he’s a lion on the hunt, feasting his eyes on his helpless prey.
“Didn’t I tell you not to wear this out?”
You’re trained so well that for the rest of the night, you try to obey him.
YOu sEe... that’s not how things work when Jongho gets riled up.
As soon as the door closes and right when the lock clicks.
He’s forcing you to your knees and makes you apologize to him.
Either you listen or it’s your bare ass meeting his hand, belt, paddle, ruler...etc.....
Begging? That’s a HARD yes for jongho. It’s practically what fuels him into turning into more of a harddom.
The punishment is basically the ride up the top of the roller coaster. When he finally sticks it in?? GIRL expect to be sore for DAYS.
A/n: I hope you guys liked my first reaction!💕~ sorry if there are errors, I wrote this in a rush of excitement.
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Not All Are Bad
Summary: Dabi, formerly known as Touya Todoroki, was arrested. While being interrogated, he spills everything that his father did to him and his siblings until the day he disappeared from their lives. Now, not only are you and Shouto in danger of losing your pups, your friends are too. It's up to you and Shouto to prove that not all Pro Heroes are abusive parents and spouses.
TW: Enji Todoroki's A+ parenting (heavy 600 ton sarcasm), abuse, swearing, referenced child abuse, abusive relationships (not anyone from Class 1-A), nosy reporters, A/B/O dynamics (I don't think that's a warning, but I'm adding it anyway.), mentions of sex but not actual smut because this is a SFW blog, mentions of pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy. If I forgot anything, or anyone wants me to add something, please let me know! Slide into my DM's or leave a comment. I would hate to make anyone uncomfortable and I will change it as soon as I see the notification!
A/N: This just popped into my head today, so I figured I would write it out! Also, a little run down of how my A/B/O scenarios work is under the cut with the rest of the story in case these kinds of things make anyone uncomfortable!
Quick run-down (if you don't care skip past all of the italics and find the bold words and the space where the story starts):
Alphas: An alpha is someone who's alignment makes them a lot more domineering in certain situations. They tend to be natural leaders and don't appreciate being questioned by someone they perceive as lower ranking than them. They release strong pheromones that allow them a certain level of control over the other alignments, usually omegas, but there are omegan protection laws that keep alphas from using this to their advantage in unsavory ways.
They get ruts twice a year, which means that they just get really possessive of their mates and anyone they consider family. This is expressed in different ways, from your typical A/B/O scenario when they get really h*rny, to simply scenting their mates and family more than usual. They tend to take their ruts off from work, because the chemical imbalance in their brains can sometimes make them go feral.
*When an alpha goes feral they will attack anyone they perceive as a threat to them or their families. They can sometimes go after their mates or even their pups if they think their pups are hurting their mate. It rarely happens among families, but there are extenuating circumstances. Common signs include an excessive amount of growling, snarling, howling, snapping etc. Sometimes, depending on how strong an alpha's alignment, their eyes will flash a deep crimson. (Think Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter)
*When an alpha offers to share their rut with an omega or beta, it is either a related family members (or found family, someone they feel no sexual attraction to), or someone they have been courting with. It's a big deal when an alpha requests that someone they're courting spend their rut with them. It shows that the alpha is ready to commit to a more serious kind of relationship.
*These are the alignments most likely to impregnate an omega or a beta. Rarely are alpha x alpha relationships able to conceive and bring a pup to full term. (For the sake of ease, it's the usual nine to ten months.)
Betas: These tend to be your more neutral alignments. They can smell pheromones, but they tend to have less of a reaction to the other alignments. They tend to keep the peace among packs, simply because they are less likely to become swayed by pheromones. They can snarl and growl like alphas, but they also purr like omegas, they are kind of in the middle of the spectrum.
*They don't have ruts or heats, but they aren't sterile either. They can impregnate an omega or even another beta with little issue, though they have a harder time impregnating alphas. They also have a hard time bringing a pup to term. It's uncommon, but it does happen.
Omegas: Now, most A/B/O scenarios I have read make omegas seem weak and taken advantage of. Not mine. An omega can just as easily sway an alpha with their pheromones as an alpha could with an omega. There are certain things that are just courtesy when in public, and there are laws about using one's pheromones to one's advantage. Omegas also tend to have more of the maternal instincts, but that's not the entirety of their character.
*They are the most likely alignment to get pregnant, and they are the least likely to impregnate another alignment.
When omegas get their heats, it shows mostly the same way as when an alpha goes into a rut, but sometimes they also become a lot more affectionate with younger members of their family since their maternal instincts are on a high, and they tend to become more clingy to people they see as protectors, for lack of a better word, usually their alpha friends or parents, depending on the age. Alphas tend to get possessive, while omegas become more clingy and touch-starved.
Please note: Sex and gender have nothing to do with one's alignment. One's alignment is simply something that happens by chance and rarely makes one less worthy of something than another.
Children are called 'pups' but they are still referred to as kids and children etc.
Children start presenting from as early as nine to as late as eighteen, and it's different for every child. The alignments all have different symptoms.
Alphas become easily irritated, possessive, sometimes they become destructive or even go feral when they present. They also tend to run a fever, and their eyes sometimes turn crimson, even if they don't go completely feral. Female alphas don't get their periods. They just get the rut.
Betas just tend to have their scents change. Pups smell a certain way, but when one presents, the scent changes. They also tend to be more in tuned with their packs' feelings.
Omegas become touch-starved, clingy, and sometimes more emotion. They tend to get cramps and muscle aches. Think about a girl on her period, minus the blood. Female omegas don't get periods or bleed during their heats, and neither do male omegas.
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"Touya, Reizo, come on guys, we're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" you called, laughing as your pups practically climbed over each other to get into the hallway from their room, Reizo with his sweater on backwards and Touya almost falling on his face trying to get his pants up over his knees and his very colorful Pro Hero Shouto boxers.
"Moooommmaaa!" Reizo whined, blue eyes shining brightly as he fixed his sweater. "Touya pushed me!"
"Reizo bit me!" Touya argued, face flushing redder than his hair.
"Come on boys, come here," you cooed, crouching down and gesturing them over. "Do you love me?"
"Of course!" they cried.
"Do you love Daddy?"
"Yes!"
"So you guys must love each other right?"
They glanced at each other, frowning, but flushed, telling you everything you needed to know.
"We're family," you told them, keeping your arm firmly around each of their waists, despite Touya being almost as tall as you. "And that means that no matter how much you fight, or how much you irritate the snot out of each other, at the end of the day, you love each other. Right?"
"Yeah," they muttered, albeit a little reluctantly.
"Okay then," you said, ruffling their hair softly. "And remember, no matter what happens, your father and I will do whatever we have to to protect you and your cousins."
They nodded.
"Alright, now Daddy has the car running downstairs, so we need to get going!" you said, ushering your boys out the door, making sure to lock the door behind you.
"No one forgot anything?" Shouto asked, climbing out of the car to make sure that the boys were strapped into the car properly. "Everyone has jackets?"
"Yup!"
"You have your keys, phone, wallet?" Shouto asked you, opening the door for you.
"Of course," you replied, buckling up, letting Shouto know that he could shut the door.
"Alright, well, we have to get going anyway," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before he moved to close your door.
"Momma, Dad, why do we have to do an interview?" Touya asked, frowning.
He was your oldest boy, thirteen and a spitting image of his uncle, who he was named after, save for a white streak in his hair that covered his left eye, that he inherited from Shouto.
His quirk was a fire type quirk, and it relied on his emotions. His flames changed color based on how he felt, and when his emotions got out of control, so did his flames. Unlike what Enji had done with Touya, you and Shouto had taught your son to understand and channel his feelings so that he didn't harm himself or anyone else by accident. He was extremely in tune with his feelings, and his communication skills were through the roof, despite his age.
He was also intelligent, already having skipped two grades, and he was much more mature than most kids his age.
You supposed that with both of his parents being Pro Heroes, along with most of your found family, that he had heard and had to deal with things that other kids hadn't been exposed to. Not to mention that he had started taking care of Reizo more and more while you and Shouto were gone, despite both of you trying to make sure that one of you was always home with them.
Reizo was named after his grandmother, and he was ten, with white curls with (Y/H/C) undertones, and heterochromic eyes. One was gray, the other was the same shade of (Y/E/C) as your eyes. No one knew where the curls came from, but you were assuming it was from your side of the family, since most of the photos you had seen of Shouto's side of the family made it clear that it wasn't from him. Reizo's quirk was also some sort of mutation quirk. He was able to manipulate light at will, it didn't matter what kind.
One night, after you had woken up from a nightmare, you had checked in to make sure that both of your pups were safe and found Reizo sitting up in bed with a small ball of light in his hands. He had turned four a few months before, and while the doctors had assured you that he had a quirk, he had yet to manifest it physically.
Shouto had assured you, and vice versa, that it didn't matter if your pups were quirkless, you would love them regardless.
Reizo, even at four, had known that you were upset, so he had put on a little light show for you, and had managed to keep permanent star charts all around his room as he got older. He had memorized so many constellations and their stories that it made your head spin.
You and Shouto couldn't have been prouder of your boys, but that didn't mean that you subjected them to the media the way some heroes did with their kids.
In fact, you had tried to keep your kids as far away from reporters as you could, but you had also coached them on how to deal with them as they got older.
Touya, a recently presented alpha, had become much more protective of you and Reizo when reporters tried to stop you in the streets for questions.
Touya had never been violent, and you had been so proud of him when he had hung a reporter with his own tongue after they had gotten under Touya's skin with personal questions they had no right asking a thirteen-year-old.
"Because some things have been happening with your uncle Touya recently, and people are nervous. We're hoping that this makes them feel safer," you explained, turning in your seat to look at your boys.
Shouto's grip on the wheel tightened enough that it made a small noise, and you reached over, touching his thigh lightly.
"Hey," you whispered, turning back around, "it'll all be okay, we haven't done anything wrong. They have no reason to take the boys from us."
"I know, but he screwed everything up, not just for us, but for our friends too."
"Wait, what?" you asked.
"Bakugou called me to tell me that every hero with pups is going to be getting investigated, just to be sure. He and Kirishima might lose Kazuki and Eichiro," Shouto murmured.
"Fuck," you muttered, quietly enough that you knew your sons wouldn't hear you.
"Bakugou isn't exactly thrilled, but he's too afraid to do anything about it like he normally would."
"I can imagine," you replied. "But it's fine. No one from our class is going to lose their kids. We all love our pups, and we love everyone else's."
Shouto nodded, and you could tell that he was really trying to believe you.
"Hey," you murmured. "We're gonna be okay. Me and the boys and you. We're all gonna be okay."
He nodded again, and his grip on the wheel relaxed a little bit.
Interviews like this always made Shouto edgy, but he was extra concerned about this one and what was at stake.
He hated putting the boys in the spotlight, he hated even taking them to a news station, but he knew that you all had to do this if you wanted to stay together.
"I love you," he murmured, taking your left hand, kissing your hand lightly.
"I love you too Sho," you told him, smiling at him softly.
"Ready to walk through hell?" he asked as he pulled up to the building.
"With you by my side?" you inquired. "Always."
Shouto, as always, climbed out first, drawing a cheering crowd, and opened your door for you.
Then you each grabbed a boy.
Touya moved to stand dutifully by his father, and they both moved to your side.
You had your hand wrapped tightly in Reizo's, who was on your left. Touya, on Reizo's left, had an arm around his brother's shoulders protectively, and Shouto stood at the other end of your little line, glancing at you and his boys every few seconds.
Cameras flashed, and there were fans there to show their support to you and Shouto. Some of them held signs, other had merch.
Touya copied his father, his eyes steadfastly forward unless he was checking on you or Reizo, and his head held high with a confidence you knew wasn't entirely faked.
Reizo, on the other hand, was glancing nervously back and forth as you made you way inside.
"Momma, I don't like it out here," he said.
"I know baby," you murmured, barely pausing as you scooped him up into your arms, hiding his face in your shoulder.
Reizo was small, even for ten years old, and you could easily carry him in one arm while the other rested on Touya's shoulder, a comforting gesture.
Reporters shouted questions, fans screamed for some attention, and some people just watched, stone faced and blank.
Touya opened the door for you, and you ruffled his hair affectionately while Shouto kept a protective hand on the small of your back.
Shouto, who had been the first of you to meet the hosts, lead your family through the building, waving away assistance with enough politeness that no one got offended, but got the point across that he didn't need their help.
"Momma," Reizo murmured sleepily.
"Yeah baby?"
"Are Touya and I going to be taken from you and Daddy?"
"Not if we have anything to say about it baby," you whispered, trying to control the pheromones that were leaking around your scent reduction patches.
You had been straight with Touya about what was going on, he didn't appreciate being treated like a child, but you had sugar-coated the explanation you had given Reizo. He still understood, but it was terms he could understand.
"I love you Momma," Reizo said, clinging to the back of your shirt.
"I love you too baby," you told him, kissing his forehead lightly.
You and Shouto had declined the list of questions the station had sent you, and your PR managers had already 'leaked' it to the media that you and your family were winging this.
You had told the boys to answer the questions honestly, unless they didn't want to answer a question that made them uncomfortable.
You and Shouto had had a long conversation with the boys about this kind of thing, about personal information protection when being questioned, tone of voice, all of it, but at the end of the day, you knew that someone would find a way to twist everything.
Everything seemed to pass in a blur before you entered onto the stage, Reizo still in your arms.
Shouto and Touya were on either side of you, and you suddenly felt as if you had two bodyguards.
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Todoroki. Mr. Todoroki, Mini Todorokis," Nariko, one of the hosts, said.
Shouto nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders absentmindedly.
"Nice to see you again too, Ms. Tanaka. I apologize for my husband, his second cup of coffee hasn't really settled in yet," you snarked, nudging your husband playfully.
"Dad doesn't function properly until nine in the morning," Touya added, flashing one of those dazzling smirks that would have people bowing to his every wish in a few years.
"My own son," Shouto muttered, making you laugh.
"It seems like your youngest takes after his father," Tatsuya, the other host, offered.
"Reizo does like his sleep," you agreed, rubbing your son's back soothingly.
"He's been spending too much time with his Uncle Katsuki," Shouto muttered, and you chuckled.
"Hey, when we were in school, you and Katsuki were the only ones that went to be bed before ten," you reminded him, wrinkling your nose in a teasing way.
Shouto opened and closed his mouth a few times before he pouted, tugging, very lightly, on a stray piece of hair that fell into your face.
"So, Touya- is it alright if we call you that?- what's it like? Having both parents be Pros?" Nariko asked.
"I don't mind if you call me Touya," your son said, looking surprisingly relaxed. "You guys don't ask the weird questions that some other reporters do. But, to answer your question, it's been . . . interesting, for sure."
"How so?"
"Well, for once thing, it's always stressful seeing them fighting on TV, no matter if it's a small time attention seeker or a high profile criminal. Dad has been my role model since I was little, even more so since I presented as an alpha. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a Momma's boy," Touya said, sending you a fond look. "So I want to make sure Momma's safe."
People in the audience cooed, and you let out a small purr, ruffling your son's hair.
"What do you have to say to that Mom?" Tatsuya inquired.
"Both Shouto and I already know that Touya is a Momma's boy," you informed them. "Both boys are, though recently Reizo has been spending more time with his father."
Reizo shifted in your lap, slowly peeling his eyes open, glancing around.
He rubbed his eyes as they asked Touya a few more questions, before he crawled from your lap into Shouto's.
Shouto waited for him to get settled before moving to make sure Reizo was secure in his position.
"So, Mrs. Todoroki-"
"Please, call me (Y/F/N)," you interrupted. "We've been doing this since I was in high school."
"Fair enough," Nariko said, smiling at you. "(Y/F/N), what's it like for you? Being a mother and Pro?"
"The separation anxiety in the beginning almost made me quit," you joked, waiting for the laughter to die down before continuing. "But seriously, being a mother is stressful enough, but I was rising through the ranks, so was Shouto. We both knew that our jobs were dangerous, and we made sure that we talked it through thoroughly before we even got together. When I found out I was pregnant, we both took a few days off to talk about things. We both agreed that I was going to take myself out of the field, stick to desk work, that kind of thing, and then we argued on baby names."
"Speaking of baby names," Tatsuya said, making sure you were done before continuing, "you named your son Touya. Care to explain the name choice, given everything that's happened?"
You and Shouto glanced at each other, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was leaving this one to you. He wouldn't be able to get through it if he answered.
"Until recently, we didn't know that Dabi of the League of Villains was Touya Todoroki. Shouto and the rest of his family thought that he was dead. I don't know the full story, since Enji didn't like me to begin with, and Shouto doesn't talk about him much. Shouto was separated from his siblings because of his father."
You tried to reign in all the angry pheromones leaking out, but it was hard. You had never really liked Enji Todoroki, in the uniform or out of it, and hearing about the abuse over the years from Shouto and his siblings had lowered your opinion even more.
"Anyway, when we started talking about names, Shouto brought Touya up. He said, 'I want there to be one Touya Todoroki that gets to see all the good the world has to offer'. Once he told me that, I couldn't say no, besides, I wanted there to be one Touya Todoroki that saw what love was supposed to be."
You took Shouto's hand, interlacing your fingers, and your son took your other hand.
"You got what you wanted," your son told you, voice cracking with emotions.
"So, Touya, do you think that your parents are a good example of love?" Nariko asked.
"Without a doubt," Touya replied, almost instantaneously.
"You answered that very quickly," Nariko told him, eyes wide.
"For those who don't know, my quirk reacts with my emotions," Touya said, setting his hand on fire, the flames a bright gold. "The flames change color based on my emotions. From the first day that my quirk appeared, neither of my parents have ever lost their patience with me. They have both taken the time to communicate with me. They taught me that showing emotions isn't a bad thing, it's something that makes us human.
"My parents have never raised their voices at us, me or Reizo. Even when we probably deserved it, they've never yelled at us out of anger or frustration. Never. They've never laid a hand on us either. I've never seen Dad's eyes change color even a little bit when talking with me, my brother, or my mother. He's gotten mad at a few people who can't take a hint, but he's never been violent around the house. He's never yelled at Momma, and Momma's never yelled at him either. Not in the time I can remember. Dad taught me how to be a good alpha. I said earlier he was a like a role model to me.
"I watched the way he treated Momma and followed his example. Now I know how to treat my future mate, and how to make things work. My parents are a good example of a healthy relationship, love, acceptance, parenthood, and a bunch of other things. They taught me and Reizo that communication is the key to everything. If only it was the key to cooking, because I think that's the only thing neither of them can do."
The audience had been cooing at your sons little speech, then laughed at his unexpected joke.
Tears stung your eyes and Touya seemed to panic a little bit.
"Sorry Momma, I didn't mean to make you cry!"
"I know honey," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "I'm just happy."
He sank into your hug, arms tight around your waist.
Shouto rubbed a hand down your back soothingly, and you pulled away, wiping your eyes.
"So, Mr. Todoroki, you've been very quiet," Tatsuya said. "Why are you letting your wife and son answer everything."
"If there's one thing I've learned in the fifteen years that we've been together," Shouto said, "it's that my wife has a way with words that I lack. Luckily, both our sons have inherited that from her. Besides, I like hearing her and my children talk. I like hearing their voice much more than I like hearing mine."
"And you said you didn't have a way with words," you teased, and Shouto chuckled.
Reizo rubbed at his eyes, glanced around, and crawled over your lap to get to Touya, who let his little brother tuck himself into his side, yawning.
"Finally awake baby?" you asked, turning your attention to your youngest son.
"Yeah," he murmured, stretching before he settled down again. "'M not used to being up this early on a weekend."
"We know," Touya teased, patting his brother on the head.
"Rude Touya!" Reizo whined.
"Boys," you chirped, "save the bickering for when we get home okay? Let these people do their jobs."
"Sorry Momma," they both muttered.
You smiled at them, and Shouto shook his head with a small smile.
"Are they always like this?" Nariko asked, trying to hide a giggle behind her hand.
"Pretty much," you admitted, smiling brightly. "But they are our sons, it's to be expected that they get a little snarky."
"We certainly were," Shouto muttered.
"To say the least," you agreed. "God, high school was rough. We were such problem children, I don't know how Aizawa dealt with us, or any of our other teachers for that matter."
"Speaking of your U.A. days, Touya, you're in class 1-A currently, aren't you?"
"Yes, I recently got my acceptance letter," he confirmed. "I can't wait! I already met some of my other classmates already, since they're cousins of sorts, but it's gonna be great to see where Momma and Dad went when they were my age."
"And you were accepted through recommendations, but you took the public entrance exams didn't you?"
"Yeah," Touya said, nodding. "I wanted to show everyone that just because I was accepted through recommendations didn't mean that I didn't have the power to back it up, or that I thought I was better than anyone else. I wanted to prove that it was through my power that I got in."
Shouto's eyes shined at the words his son used, and you took his hand, remembering the words that Izuku had told him at your first Sports Festival together.
"That's my boy," Shouto murmured, leaning across your lap to ruffle his son's hair.
Touya grinned, fixing his hair.
"Reizo, do you want to be a hero?" Tatsuya asked him.
"No, I want to be a natural disaster first responder."
"Why don't you want to be hero?" Nariko inquired.
"Because I don't want to steal my brother's spotlight," Reizo teased, cutting a playful glare at his brother. "Besides, they're heroes too, they just aren't Pros. Most civil servants are heroes, they just don't have the same title. Momma and Daddy taught me that!"
Reizo beamed at you, and you couldn't help but smile back at him, wrinkling your nose at him, which he did back at you.
"(Y/F/N), Mr. Todoroki, do either of you have anything to say to the people who are questioning whether Pro Heroes can be effective parents?"
"I can't speak for all Pro Heroes," you said, your voice going colder. "But I can confidently, without hesitation, tell you that the entirety of my graduating class- those that have kids- are better parents than most of our grandparents were. None of them would ever hit their child. And yes, we're all training our kids to use their quirks, but it's to teach them control, and we aren't training them for battle. Our children are not soldiers. And I think some people need to be reminded that while heroes are capable of handling situations that others are not because of our training, we're still human.
"Every time we leave our kids, every time we go out, we know that we might not make it back home. I worry about my kids whenever I leave for patrols. Every time I come across a strong opponent, I worry about whether my kids are safe, whether Shouto is safe, whether I'm going to make it back home. And to those that are specifically questioning Shouto's ability to be a parent, I'm disappointed in you. For those that are more than willing to let him walk in harm's way to risk his life for them, but doubt his parenting skills, well, ask any alpha from our class and they will tell you that I was not an easy omega to get to know.
"As an omega that was almost deemed unbreedable, unmateable, for me to let Shouto anywhere near me should be proof enough, not to mention the fact that we have two amazing pups. Not every hero is Enji Todoroki. Not every hero is thinking only of themselves or their image. The reason we're heroes is to help the world. We're not looking for fame and glory. We're looking to keep the world safer for our mates and our pups. We're heroes, but we're human, we're parents. I'm disappointed in every person that ever praised Enji Todoroki for his parenting skills, I'm disappointed in everyone that was fooled by his 'hero' persona. He may have had a license, but when it came down to it, he was no hero, not in any of the ways that mattered."
You leaned back against the couch, tearing your eyes away from the camera, leaning against Shouto's side.
"I have to agree with my wife on this," Shouto said. "My father set the bar pretty low when it came to what being a functional parents as a hero looks like, but our class is setting the bar high. None of our friends have pups that are terrified of when they walk through the door after patrols. None of our nieces and nephews have ever hated their parents with serious intent. Every member of our class, which we all know is still referred to as 1-A, adores their children. Even Katsuki does, and when we were in high school all he cared about was being number one. He took time off from work to raise his pups, and if that doesn't speak volumes, I don't know what does. When we get home, Touya and Reizo always jump to their feet and hug us.
"Katsuki's kids are the same way with him and Eijirou. The number of times (Y/F/N) and I have been knocked over when we get home from patrols is insane, honestly. Denki and Hitoshi's kids are just like Denki, always smiling. We've made mistakes of course- what parent doesn't?- but that doesn't make us bad parents. My father was a bad parent, most of the time he was a bad person, and I made it my mission to not be like him in anyway. I think I did pretty well."
You took Shouto's hand, squeezing it.
"Our class is one big family," you murmured, "and every time the kids are with us or any of our former classmates, they always smile. Like Shouto said, we've made mistakes, and we'll probably make more. We're human, it's what we do, but we're trying our best to be good parents. Our boys know that we just want what's best for them, that we support them no matter what. We taught our kids that it's alright to be afraid of things, but we also taught them that we shouldn't be something they feared. Class 1-A wanted to be the kind of parents where instead of them thinking 'Oh shit, I can't tell Mom or Dad' we wanted them to think 'I'm in trouble, I need to call Mom and Dad'."
"It sounds like you did a very good job," Tatsuya said.
"He's right!" Touya and Reizo chirped.
"You all agreed to wing this interview. We personally watched your PR agents tear up the copy of questions we were going to ask you, though (Y/F/N)'s went further and dissolved hers in water, so you had nothing to prepare yourselves with. Why would you do that?" Nariko asked.
"Momma and Dad are great parents," Touya began. "We knew that any questions you asked us would have only good answers. They get frustrated with us, they get mad, but they handle it well, they never take it out on us. Twist our words however you want, but at the end of the day, that's my final answer. I wouldn't want anyone else to raise me."
"Same," Reizo said. "And anyone that thinks Momma and Daddy are bad at what they do needs to get their eyes checked."
"Reizo," you chided.
"Sorry Momma, but it's true," Touya agreed.
"My boys," you murmured, pulling them both closer, resisting the urge to cry.
"There you have it folks," Nariko said. "I don't think there are any other questions we need to ask."
"None," Tatsuya agreed.
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A few days later, the interview was on TV, and you couldn't resist the urge to watch it.
You were home by yourself for now. Shouto was out on patrol, Touya was at the dorms getting settled in, and Reizo was at a friend's house for the night.
It was clear how much your boys adored you, and it was clear that neither boy was frightened at all of you or Shouto.
Katsuki had called, practically in tears, though whether that was from the sappiness of you and your family or the kind things you had said, you weren't sure.
Most heroes had been cleared of any suspicion, they had started in the higher ranks and worked their way down, so you and the rest of your class had been cleared already.
After you had all learned that you were cleared, kids had been dropped at grandparents' and other trusted family and friends so the adults could celebrate.
It had been nice to see everyone, and there had been a lot of tears (Izuku and Katsuki were the worst, though you had been close to them), but there had also been a lot more laughter and drunken shenanigans that you would never tell your kids about.
Your ranking, along with Shouto's had shot through the roof after that interview, and you and your husband had both gotten tons of fanmail apologizing for ever doubting, and other that said they had never doubted at all and that they were glad that you were cleared.
Shouto had been so relieved when the investigations had been dropped, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"I told you," you had told him one night, and he stumbled across the interview on twitter, along with someone's breakdown of it.
You were lying in bed together, his arm wrapped around your waist as you laid on his chest.
"I know," he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
"You will never be like your father, and you will always be my hero, same with the boys."
"Speaking of the boys," Shouto began, cheeks tinted a little pink.
"Oh no," you teased, pushing yourself up to see his face.
"I . . . I want to have another pup," he admitted. "I want to try for a girl this time."
"Upset that both of our boys are almost as devoted to me as you are?" you asked playfully, moving to sit in Shouto's lap as you both readjusted.
"No, I love that our boys love you as much as they do, but they are Momma's boys," he said. "I want a Daddy's girl."
You couldn't help but chuckle, leaning down to kiss him.
"Let's ask the boys in the morning," you suggested. "Then we can try for a girl."
Shouto beamed at you, and you shook your head at him, kissing him again.
"Dork," you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I would've asked sooner, but with the investigations going on, I didn't think it was the right time."
"You're right, it wouldn't have been, but we would've worked it out. We always do."
Shouto nodded, burying his face in your neck.
"I love you Shouto," you told him.
"I love you too (Y/F/N)."
#shouto todoroki x reader#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#shouto x reader#shoto x reader#fluff#tw: mentions of child abuse#tw: endeavor
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So uhh, this isn’t off the prompt list thing and literally no one asked for it, but I decided to go back and edit a super old thing I wrote. It’s supposed to be part of something a lot bigger, but for now, the whole thing’s been discontinued
Essentially, this is an OC insert kinda thing with my girl Adrienne. She’s been trapped in Horrortale for a little while, and since Sans decided to be merciful, she’s been allowed to live in a spare room in his and Pap’s house. She has free roam of the house and can do pretty much whatever the hell she wants (as long as it doesn’t involve getting into the pantry and digging into their reserves), and in exchange for all of that and being allowed to live, he and Papyrus have some super basic rules they expect her to follow
Rule number 1 is that she is to be helpful, and try to maintain the house while they’re away. Rule number two is that she’s not to leave the house without covering her face and hands. Rule number three is that she’s never to leave the house alone, without one or both of them nearby
Out of boredom and hunger, she leaves the house one day, following the smell of food. This doesn’t seem like it’d be anything huge, but it’s a major no-no, and it doesn’t go unpunished
Papyrus is also surprisingly good at giving advice, too. He might not have much experience with dating, but he knows exactly what he's talking about
If you make it to the end, I have to give you kudos because this is a complete cringe-fest ^^"
((Gonna add some potential trigger warnings for: angst, slight violence, and public humiliation))
Pain.
Searing pain.
The once blue-nette had been exploring the town, much to her guardians’ displeasure. She’d known it wasn’t a good idea, and for what reasons, she was well aware, but she had to do something. Staying holed away in the house every moment of every day was a completely new level of boring, one that she hadn’t even known existed. Her guardian had made it very clear that she was to never leave the house unless he or his brother were to accompany her, but today… well. His brother was away, probably at the capital getting physically and verbally abused by their queen, and he himself? She wasn’t sure what he did while he was away, but she’d learned not to ask too many questions. The first few times she tried asking, he’d been quick to change the subject or dodge her questions entirely, or he’d simply laugh and make a joke which he deemed hilarious when in reality, it wasn’t. Once he got tired of her asking, his humor quickly dissipated and was replaced by anger. He didn’t even have to look at her for her to know he was upset; all it took was a few short, clipped responses, and how she could practically hear him frown when he spoke. That’s beside the point though.
At the moment, she was suspended in mid air by her throat, her legs flailing as she began clawing at her assailant’s arm, her teeth bared as she struggled to free herself. The slightly withered fire monster shrugged off her attempts to attack him as if they were nothing at all; even though his strength had been diminished and was now only half of what it used to be, he was still far tougher than she could ever hope to be. Having smelled food, she made the mistake of slipping into the bar he owned, her hood tugged as far over her face as possible. She had glanced around the establishment, taken note of the other monsters nearby, and made another mental note of where all the exits were, should she need to run. After very cautiously crossing the bar and taking a seat at the old, worn counter, the flamesman had wordlessly poured a glass of water. He nudged it in her direction, and she’d eagerly accepted it, being mindful of how much of her face was concealed as she sipped the cold beverage.
For a moment, she was relaxed, and she nearly forgot the very real danger she was in. She was snapped out of her brief feeling of serenity as the Grillby fully shifted his attention to her. He made a soft, questioning sound, and she kept her head low, speaking just barely loud enough for him to hear, “What’re ya serving, Grillby?” He grunted, well prepared to offer her a short, yet simple answer, but was cut off by another monster who seated himself beside the girl, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts before, friend… where are you from?” The teen lowered her gaze to the countertop, catching a glimpse of what looked to be faded blue fur. She didn’t know what monster could possibly want to talk to her, but she remained as calm and casual as possible in hope of not drawing any more attention to herself, “The ruins.”
With their interest now fully piqued, the monster beside her hummed incredulously, “The ruins, huh?... I take it you’ve met our former queen then. Toriel.” Upon hearing the familiar goat monster’s name, the teen saw images flicker in her mind; memories of her time in the ruins before she managed to escape. How Toriel had guided her through all the traps and puzzles that laid in waiting. How she held her close and allowed her to sob into her shoulder. How she’d convinced Adrienne to go back to her house, where there’d be a warm bed, food, and all the love and care she could ever want. Toriel had baked a cinnamon and butterscotch pie, very excited to share it with her, but not long after the teen had eaten a small slice, she’d felt her stomach turn. Her world went black, and when she awoke, she was tucked into a bed in a dimly lit room, which looked as though it had once belonged to a child. She felt incredibly ill and had almost no strength, and she could barely stand without feeling light headed. To her surprise, however, her willing ally, Flowey, had made a surprise return. Adrienne had seen Toriel had burn him alive, so she didn’t understand how he was even still alive.
Flowey had been through this exact same situation too many times to count, as it turned out, and he’d revealed Toriel’s true intentions: make the teen weak enough to require constant care and attention, and make her stay in the ruins forever. Or at the very least, until she died. Taking advantage of a distraction provided by Flowey, she’d waited for the goat monster to disappear to another part of the house. She’d then made her way to the kitchen and began to search around the floorboards. According to Flowey, there was a panel that could be removed, and underneath it, she’d find the remedy she needed to regain her health. She’d found the vial and downed it without question, only to look up and see the crazed goat monster staring at her from the doorway. The look on her face was one that still occasionally haunted Adrienne's dreams, and she’d been trying to go as long as possible without thinking about it. It appeared as though she’d be getting no such luck today, though.
Clearing her throat and trying to force down her growing anxiety, she nodded, keeping her head down, “Yeah, I have. I’ve met her.” The blue furred stranger watched her with an unnerving amount of intensity and she fought the urge to squirm and lean away from them. As they spoke again, their voice held a curious edge, “Huh. I can only imagine how that went.” Nodding silently, the teen returned to her glass of water, more than ready for the stranger to go away. She knew what would happen if she was discovered, and she wanted no part of that whatsoever.
The monster leaned closer to her and sniffed the air, letting out a pleased sigh before mumbling, “Friend… you don’t exactly smell like one of us. Monsters have their own natural and unique scents... But you, however,” A fuzzy paw-like hand seized her arm with a vice-like grip, and the stranger's voice shifted from a mumble to what was more like a hiss, “you smell like you belong on the grill.” Adrienne began attempting to yank her arm back out of the monster’s grasp and they laughed, simply using their free hand to tug her hood down, revealing her identity to Grillby and the other bar patrons that surrounded them. Her faded grey eyes widened in fear as the monsters began to shout at the flamesman, excitedly demanding that he cook her for them. Despite how the teen shook her head in protest, the mass of living fire moved closer to her, rapidly snatching her up by the throat. She was lifted off of the ground, and he ignored her pained screams as the heat from his hand began to scorch the skin of her neck.
With adrenaline now coursing through her veins, she let out a string of expletives and pulled both of her legs up until her knees touched her chest. The flamesman took a single step toward his kitchen, and then froze as both of her deceptively weak legs shot toward him, delivering a sharp kick to the space just below his chest. She didn’t expect her little stunt to actually work, but to her pleasant surprise, he’d released his grip on her out of shock, gingerly touching the now injured part of himself. Adrienne dropped to the floor and quickly regained her balance, paying no attention to the few monsters who rushed to Grillby’s side. She proceeded to climb over the counter and sprint toward the door, the footsteps behind her a clear indicator that she was being pursued now. Not that she could blame them for any though; food was insanely hard to come by, so if you had a chance to eat but the food got up and ran, wouldn’t you go after it too?
Reaching out with a clawed hand, some unseen monster snagged a fistful of her hair and harshly pulled, causing her to yelp and almost tumble to the floor. She glanced around, surveying her surroundings and checking the exits again. Part of what looked to be a dog’s muzzle could be seen in her peripheral vision and she winced, struggling to free herself from the creature's grip. She only received an amused cackle from the monster in question, followed by him instructing some of the others to grab her and haul her back to the kitchen for Grillby. Looking around again and seeing them approaching her, she stuffed her hand into one of her pockets and fished around, searching through the various items inside for a moment before revealing a pocket knife. Unsure of what she might do, some of the monsters around her stepped back, but the one still pulling her hair only growled. Though she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise at the sound, she lifted an arm and made one single, fluid slicing motion with her hand, the blade of the pocket knife slicing through her hair. While she hated having to cut her hair and knew it’d take forever to grow back, she bared her teeth at the large dog monster, her lips curling into a smug grin as she noticed the look of surprise on his face.
Taking advantage of the moment, she darted to the nearest door, fully prepared to run out into the freezing streets and make a mad dash back to her protector’s house. Freedom and safety were so close and within her reach now, but as she whipped the door open and scrambled to get outside, she slammed face first into yet another monster. Letting out a frustrated and startled screech, she began trying to squeeze past them. They simply chuckled, wrapping an arm around her nearly size-zero waist and pulling her flush against themselves. Hearing the chuckle, realization dawned on her; this was her protector. She would be safe now.
She stole a glance up at his face and his scarlet iris flickered briefly down to her, his amused grin shifting into a taut line. Oh, she knew that expression all too well by now.
From that look alone, she knew someone would be hurt today.
Though his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around her, she said nothing, only turning her body slightly and burying her face in the front of his heavily blood stained shirt. The teen whimpered, wordlessly admitting just how scared she really was at the moment. He shifted his focus entirely to the other monsters that were now staring at both of them, and sensing their gaze, the teen whined faintly, her guardian lightly squeezing her in an effort to reassure her.
Thoroughly confused as to why she wasn’t dead yet, someone called out to her protector, “Perfect timing, Sans. Now how about you kill her so we can all eat already?” The skeleton’s normally rough voice held a bitter edge and he practically growled, “She ain’t free game, pal. I’m sorry ta say it, but I won’t be hackin’ this one ta bits for ya.” A crowd was beginning to form now and Adrienne tried to press as close to her friend as she could, wishing everyone would hurry up and leave. She already hated crowds on their own, and knowing that this particular crowd all wanted to see her get roasted alive didn’t exactly make her feel any better. Clearly taken aback, the same monster that’d addressed Sans spoke up again, “Oh really? And why’s that? You never helped the humans that fell before her, so what makes her so special?”
Curiosity piqued, she glanced up at the skeleton again, though he didn’t return the gaze. He just continued staring the other monster down, his iris nearly glowing now from the extent of his agitation, “Because she’s mine. Ya hear me? This little slab a’ meat belongs ta me.” A tiny burst of heat rushed to her face upon hearing his response; was he really claiming her right now? Claiming that she was his, and using his power over the others to coerce them into sparing her? Unbelievable.
Another monster decided to interject, countering Sans’ statement with, “Then how come you haven’t marked her yet?”
Oh boy. Of course someone would ask. Why wouldn’t they? She had no idea what she was expecting, but it clearly wasn’t that. With an annoyed huff, the skeleton spun her around, making sure everyone could see her face as he fired back with another sharp retort, “Heh, funny you should ask. I was on my way home with the intention of doin’ just that, but I guess we won’t have the privacy now. Oh well. All you fuckwits better be watchin’, because I’m only gonna do this once.”
Wait, he was going to mark her? Here? In front of everyone?
Face burning with embarrassment, she dropped her gaze to the floor, letting out a soft squeak as he grabbed the collar of her shirt and jacket and pulled them aside to reveal her shoulder. Not bothering to give any indication of what he was about to do, a faintly glowing blue tongue snaked out of his maw and traced over a very specific patch of her skin. The feeling of his tongue - which consisted solely of highly concentrated magic - on her skin was like nothing she’d experienced before. There was some warmth to it that was followed by a tingle, which was likely caused by the magic itself, and another involuntary whimper slipped past her lips. Her face grew hotter at hearing herself make that sound again, which to her horror, Sans had also heard. It earned a soft chuckle from him and his mandible shifted into a pleased grin.
And then he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to register what happened, but at the lack of the expected pain, she unconsciously fidgeted. Wasn’t this supposed to hurt?... What was preventing her from being in pain right now? She felt his tongue trace over her skin again, accompanied by more tingling and… numbness? Had he intentionally numbed her shoulder before biting her?
Seeing that he had been true to his word and had in fact marked her, the other monsters quickly grew bored, the vast majority of them also visibly disappointed as they returned to their prior activities. A sense of relief washed over her and she sighed, stealing a quick glance at her friend as he slowly released her. His tongue lingered behind momentarily and lapped up the blood that seeped from the injury, and his voice took a husky tone as he purred, “Ya taste good, kiddo. I think I could get used ta this.” Her already flushed face became a much brighter shade of red than before and she scoffed, refusing to look at him, “Don’t count on it, mister.” “Awe, c’mon Addy. Help me out here… it’s not my fault that ya taste as good as ya look.” Growling softly, Adrienne scrunched her face up into a look of annoyance in hopes of masking her embarrassment as she rolled her eyes, “Pervert.” “No idea what you’re talkin’ about.” “Uh huh, right. I definitely believe that.” He lightly jabbed her side with the tip of a phalange and she squirmed, yelping in surprise. She tried to twist her small frame away from him and he laughed softly, “Whatever. How about we ditch this place and head home now? This bar is no place for a little lady like ya.” Looking back at him over her shoulder, she flicked her tongue at him.
They’d left the bar and began to walk home in uncomfortable silence. The moment they made it back to his house and he’d set her down, she found herself being roughly shoved against the closed front door with one of his large hands catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her eyes widened in shock and she squirmed, “H-Hey, what the hell are you-” Meeting her gaze, the look he wore was enough to silence her, his completely dilated red iris both captivating and terrifying her all at once.
Then he spoke, his gruff voice low, “You disobeyed me, Adrienne.”
Forcing her voice out and reaching nothing louder than a whisper, she frowned, “I… I know I did. I’m really sorry, Sans. I won’t do it again, I swear.” “Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if I didn’t get ta you in time?” “Yes, I do! Really!” “If you knew the risks, then why’d you do it?” Feeling much smaller than before as he continued staring her down, Adrienne sheepishly looked away from him, “There’s just.... Not a lot to do here when you and Paps are gone, and I was bored. I did a bunch of cleaning and reorganizing, and I even tried to fix the TV. I dug through the hallway closet and looked through the games, but do you have any idea how hard it is to actually play a game by yourself and have fun at the same time?”
With his free hand, the skeleton cupped his face, letting a deep sigh, “You risked your life… you risked dying, because you were bored? Am I hearin’ that right?” Feeling guilty, she slowly nodded, choosing to keep her mouth shut this time. Catching her completely by surprise, what sounded like a giggle could be heard, and though it took a moment to fully register, she had a realization that made her blood run cold; the giggle came from Sans.
Nervously lifting her gaze again to look up at him, the only thing that began to pulse within her was regret. Regret that she’d disobeyed him, regret that she went against his wishes, regret that she’d upset him so badly, regret that she even opened her mouth at all to speak to him, and most of all, regret that she’d decided to look at him.
He leaned back the smallest bit, one hand still firmly pinning her wrists above her head. Her eyes widened in complete terror as his giggling began to escalate, growing louder and louder until he was roaring with laughter as blue tinted tears pricked at the rims of his sockets. Not bothering to wipe away the tears, he placed his free hand on his face. His open palm rested on his cheek as he curled his fingers, the first two settling inside his empty socket; judging by the slight movement his arm made, he’d begun lightly tugging on the rim of it. That was never a good sign. Yes, she loved it when he relaxed enough to laugh with her from time to time, but this display right now? This was the stuff of nightmares.
Then almost as quickly as it’d started, his laughter came to an abrupt halt and his wide grin vanished, leaving only a resentful scowl behind in its place. As his focus shifted back to the teen, her heart began to race. She honestly had no idea what he planned to do now. He then began to slowly tighten his grip on her wrists, a soft growl rumbling from within his chest. Paying no attention to the grimace of pain she wore as his phalanges began digging into her skin, he leaned down, the space between them reduced to almost nothing as he hissed, “You’re an idiot. Get out of my goddamn sight, human.” Adrienne opened her mouth to force an apology out but was quickly cut off, crying out in surprise and pain as the skeleton dug his phalanges even further into her wrists and began to break skin. Rolling his single eye light, he scoffed, stepping back and suddenly yanking her to the side, releasing his grip on her wrists in time to make her small body become airborne. With the sound of something cracking and collapsing beneath her, she knew she’d landed at least partially on the coffee table.
Despite the pain that shot through her with even the smallest movement, the cold stare she was receiving from the skeleton was enough to make get back up, her head hung low as her eyes began to water up. Not wanting to show him this weaker, more vulnerable side of herself, she darted up the stairs, her feet padding across the slightly creaky wooden floor for only a brief moment. She then took refuge in the upstairs bathroom, slamming the door shut behind herself and flipping the latch, locking out the world. Trying to force down the very minute amount of guilt that began to bubble up within him, Sans let out an annoyed huff and glanced at the now completely busted coffee table. He was going to have a hell of a time explaining that to Papyrus later.
~~~
What seemed like a century had passed before the youngest of the two skeletons finally returned home, the sight of the smashed coffee table still lying on the floor enough to induce a sense of dread within him. Normally when he came home, his elder brother would greet him, or at the very least, be lazing about on the couch and offer him a half hearted wave that was usually followed by some sort of pun or terrible joke.
But no. Nothing. Sans was nowhere in sight, and neither was Adrienne. This only made Papyrus’ concern grow; he hoped beyond all hope that his brother hadn’t done anything to her.
The tall skeleton let out a soft sigh and crossed the living room. The exhaustion from the long day began to set in as he ascended the stairs, eager to take a shower and change into something more comfortable. He loved his battle body immensely, but sometimes his sore, tired bones made the item feel as though it weighed a thousand pounds. He wished he could simply change his clothes and climb into bed so he could go to sleep, but life wasn’t that simple for him; before he was allowed to relax, he needed to shower and make dinner for his brother and Adrienne, then the teen was to help him clean up the dishes once the three of them had finished eating. After all that, he was to take Adrienne to the backyard to test prototypes for new puzzles and traps. She was kind enough to help him make sure they worked correctly, so he was always vigilant, always watching to make sure she was never injured on any of them. Aside from being a puzzle and trap tester, his rather small human friend also delighted in helping him think of new puzzles, and she even designed some of her own. She seemed to enjoy partaking in games of pretend when they messed around with the action figures he’d collected over the years, and when Sans wasn’t around or flat out refused to do it, she didn’t mind reading to him before he fell asleep each night, either. They’d grown very close, and he cared for her almost as much as he cared for Sans. It was for all those reasons why he promised to protect her; he had to protect her. He’d become used to her presence and had grown to appreciate their friendship very much, and having her as his friend helped fill the void in his soul that was once occupied by the queen herself. He still considered Undyne a close friend, but the way she spoke and treated him now was… Execrable.
As he twisted the knob and nudged his bedroom door open, the scent of blood hit his nasal cavity and he felt his body tense. Gently pushing the door shut behind his massive frame once he’d crossed the threshold, he made his way to his desk and flicked on the small lamp that resided on its far left corner, the light illuminating his multitude of action figures and an old map.
The faint sound of movement caught Papyrus’ attention and he looked down toward the source, almost unable to believe what he was seeing; the human was in his bed, lying on her side and wrapped in his old blankets. An open first aid kit sat on the floor next to the bed, and cloth bandages were wrapped loosely around her slender neck. Her hair, which was once nearly long enough to reach her lower back, was now much shorter; it looked as though it was cut hastily by some sort of blade. While her arms were mostly concealed by the blankets, he could see that her wrists had also been wrapped in bandages, a familiar crimson threatening to seep through the material. As she shifted again in her slumber, her shirt began to slip down her shoulder and revealed another large bandage, more crimson staining the fabric. His brow bones furrowed as he took note of how the crimson staining it formed a half circle… as if the injury was because of a bite.
In his consternation, Papyrus reached out, a single gloved hand settling on her uninjured shoulder. He leaned down, his spine already aching from the awkward angle as he lowered his voice and did his best not to startle her, “Human?... Adrienne? Please, I Need You To Wake Up. Come On Human, Please.” As she slowly began to stir, he fought the urge to scoop her up into his arms and shelter her from whatever had left her in her current condition.
As her eyes fluttered open and she took notice of the skeleton towering over her, all traces of exhaustion vanished and her eyes widened, a sound of surprise slipping past her lips. In her momentary panic, she’d sat up and tried to move away from him, her chest heaving as she drew in one deep breath after another. Papyrus gently shushed her, offering her a weak, apologetic smile, “Hey, Hey, It’s Alright. It’s Just Me, Adrienne. I Didn’t Mean To Startle You, I Swear. I’m So Sorry For Scaring You.”
Registering who was with her, the teen released a deep sigh of relief. She gave Papyrus no time to prepare himself before she practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around whatever she could reach before clinging to his battle body. Though he was visibly caught off guard, he delicately encircled her with his arms, one hand finding her uninjured shoulder again before he lightly squeezed, his voice laced with concern, “Adrienne?... What’s Wrong? What Happened To You?”
The only response he received from the girl in his arms was a muffled sob and he frowned, moving his hand from her shoulder to her face. He used his index finger to tilt her head back, allowing him to see her tear stained face, and as her bottom lip twitched and another tear rolled down her cheek, he frowned; normally she was such a strong, upbeat person. To see her this way was heartbreaking.
The skeleton lowered his voice even further, reducing it to a whisper, “Adrienne, Please… Tell Me What Happened. I Want To Help You.” Her lip twitched again and she sniffled, reaching up to wipe her tears away with her sleeve, “I just… Papy… I just wanted to go outside... I just wanted some fresh air… I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Still frowning, Papyrus gently ran his fingers through her hair and tilted his head, his voice remaining low, “What Do You Mean?... Did Sans Do This To You?” Upon hearing the name of the older skeleton brother, Adrienne tightened her grip on Papyrus, her voice beginning to waver as more tears rolled down her face, gathering at her jaw and dripping down onto her shirt, “Papy… I was so stupid. I made him mad at me. I upset Sans.”
Papyrus’ frown deepened; he knew how his brother could be whenever he had one of his episodes, and never in a million years would he wish for anyone to become the recipient of Sans' delirium. The skeleton sighed as he gently stroked the teen’s hair, “It’ll Be Ok, I Promise. You May Stay Here Tonight If You’d Like, And I’ll Be Sure To Speak With Him About This. Do You Think You Could Tell Me Everything, Though? I Can’t Be Of Any Help To You If I Don’t Know All The Details.” With a heavy heart, she slowly nodded and looked up, meeting his gaze, “I… I went outside today... by myself. I went into town, and I went to Grillby’s. It smelled like food in there, and I was so hungry… I thought I’d find something to eat. I kept myself as covered as possible, but I was caught and got grabbed by Grillby,” she paused, visibly ashamed as she gestured to her neck, “…I got burned.”
The skeleton made a soft sound in understanding and nodded, silently asking her to continue, which she did, “Someone else grabbed my hair and I had to cut it to get away from them. Then when I opened the door and went to run outside, I ran face first into Sans. He told everyone there not to mess with me, that I wasn’t free game because I belonged to him. Then he marked me. Right there, with everyone watching. He was a little flirty afterward and he seemed happy enough, so I thought everything was ok, but when we got here, he… he had an episode.”
Papyrus didn’t know what to make of everything he’d just been told; on one hand, she suffered numerous injuries and nearly died, and on the other hand, she was marked by Sans.
Normally whenever a monster marked someone, it meant that they saw that person as their mate and that they wanted to claim them as their own. That they loved that person with every fiber of their body and soul. Being marked also served as a way to protect someone from other monsters, but there had been cases of a mark not being enough to guarantee the safety of a monster's mate.
Being marked was not only a big deal, but it was also something that every self respecting monster knew should be done in private. The fact that Sans marked her in the first place was absolutely astounding, but the fact that he had the absolute nerve to take something that was meant to be special, shared between mates and no one else, and turned it into some obscene gesture that he performed in front of a crowd, undoubtedly humiliating Adrienne in the process… It was unacceptable.
He needed to speak to Sans, and he needed to do it now.
Releasing a deep sigh, Papyrus lifted a hand to idly rub the back of his neck, “I See… I Cannot Apologize Enough On My Brother’s Behalf. I’ll See If I Can Get Anything Out Of Him That Would Explain Why He’d Behave This Way. Hopefully… Hopefully He Doesn’t Clam Up, Like He Seems To Always End Up Doing. Will You Be Alright Here While I’m Away? I Don’t Want To Leave You Alone If You’re Still Feeling A Little Too Overwhelmed And Freaked Out By Everything.” The teen sniffled, absentmindedly wiping her face with her sleeve again as she nodded, “Uh huh… I think so.” Catching the slight uncertainty in her voice, he offered her a reassuring smile, “I’ll Try To Be Back As Soon As Possible, Alright? How About You Pick Out Some Puzzles For Us To Work On When I Return? A Few Good Puzzles Always Help Me Feel Better Whenever I’m A Bit Rattled, So I’m Confident They’ll Do The Same For You, Too!” Adrienne couldn’t help the small smile that curled her lips upward at how eager he was to help her, and she nodded again, “Ok, Pap… that sounds good to me. When you get back, do you think maybe you could help me fix my bandages a little? Some of them are still too loose and I dunno if I missed any little spots anywhere.” Perking up at the request, Papyrus beamed, gently unwrapping his arms from around her and ruffling her hair, “Yes, Of Course! The Great Papyrus Would Be Happy To Assist You, Adrienne!” Letting go of the skeleton, Adrienne smiled up at him; he was such a sweet guy, and despite their circumstances, he was always so optimistic. He still maintained a sense of morality as well, unlike the other monsters. She honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do without him at times.
Reluctantly parting from his small human friend, Papyrus slipped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind himself. Once he was gone, Adrienne sighed, climbing out of his bed and making her way over to a shelf. As she looked over the various boxes and puzzle books, she came to the conclusion that it probably didn’t matter which one she chose; as long as it’d keep her and that goofball busy for a while, it was good enough for her. As she reached out to grab a thick puzzle book, she winced. Her free hand moved to gingerly touch the bandage on her shoulder; at the twinge of pain, her mind drifted to Sans. After earlier, she should’ve learned her lesson and given up on disobeying the very specific rules that her friends had established. She was a curious being by nature though, and she’d be damned if she had to go on without receiving any answers.
Her curiosity and desire to know why Sans would mark her grew even stronger. She grabbed the puzzle book and dropped it on Papyrus’ bed, before peeking out of the room and glancing around the hall. Against her better judgement, she began to search for the pair of brothers. The most logical place Sans would be at this time of night would be in his room, or downstairs on the living room sofa. If those two places weren’t it, then she’d have to check the basement. No biggie. As she tiptoed down the empty hallway, she briefly paused to look over the railing and down into the living room, and found that Sans was nowhere in sight. On her way toward the stairs, she caught the sound of a mumbled conversation through Sans’ closed bedroom door and froze; she knew better than to go into his room without knocking, so she opted to stay in the hall and eavesdrop, rather than barge in on whatever he and Papyrus were talking about at the moment.
Inside the closed off room, Sans rolled his eye light, trying his best to brush off the lecture he was receiving from his younger brother. It’s not like he did anything to Papyrus personally, so he didn’t understand why Pap thought he needed to get involved. Not in the slightest. Completely exasperated with Sans’ stubbornness, Papyrus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh, “Sans, Honestly. You Didn’t Have To Take It That Far. The Poor Girl’s Probably Traumatized And Too Ashamed To Ever Want To Leave The House Again.” Sans grunted, flopping down onto his back on his old, worn mattress, “Remind me how that’s a bad thing again, Pap. So far, I’m not seein’ any problems with it.” The taller of the two inhaled deeply, briefly closing his sockets as he tried to gather his thoughts, “Sans… Brother. I Love You, But What You Did Today Wasn’t Ok. I Don’t Understand Why You’re So Calm And Casual About It.” Gaining a very clearly agitated edge, Sans practically growled, “It’s really fuckin’ simple. If she’s too ashamed ta leave the house, then good! At least she’ll stay put then and save me a lot a’ trouble in the future.”
Not even remotely threatened by his older brother’s tone of voice, Papyrus snapped, suddenly shouting, “LANGUAGE, SANS. MAYBE SHE DIDN’T LISTEN TO YOU, BUT THAT’S NO REASON TO TREAT HER THIS WAY. IT IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT A VALID REASON TO GO AND PUBLICLY HUMILIATE HER, THEN COME HOME AND SCARE HER HALF TO DEATH, EITHER. YOU ALSO BROKE THE COFFEE TABLE, SANS. SOME OF US HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW!”
From her spot in the hallway, Adrienne flinched, her eyes widening. Not once had she ever seen Papyrus so upset that he shouted like this. This was a whole new experience, and she could already say that it was both surprising and terrifying all at once.
The shorter of the two let out an exaggerated groan, beginning to absentmindedly tap the tips of his phalanges on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling, “As far as the table goes, I’ll replace the damn thing if it really means that much ta you. What am I supposed ta do about the kid though? If I really scared her as much as you’re sayin’ I did, then she won’t want anythin’ ta do with me. It’s not like I can just walk up to her and go, ‘hey, you know that day when I got mad at you? I’m sorry and I won’t do it again.’” Papyrus hummed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Well… A Sincere Apology Is Only Half Of What I Think You Owe Her.” “Yeah? And what’s the other half?” “To Be Completely Blunt About It, She Knows What It Means To Be Marked.”
The older skeleton brother nearly choked on air, his cheekbones dusting a soft shade of blue, “What the hell?… Ok, then… What about it? Everyone probably knows what it means.” “What I’m Saying Is That She Knows Monsters Wouldn’t Mark Anyone Unless That Person Was Tremendously Important To Them, And Unless They Saw Them As Their Mate. Not Only Is There That, But She Told Me That You Were Somewhat Flirtatious Toward Her After The Incident Today At Grillby’s. You’re Sending Some Incredibly Mixed Signals, Sans. She More Than Likely Was Under The Impression That You Have Some Very Strong Feelings For Her, But Then You Came Home And Basically Told Her To Get Lost Before Throwing Her At The Coffee Table. She Has No Idea Where She Stands Right Now. The Other Half Of What You Need To Do Is Be Honest With Her. Tell Her If You Feel Something For Her, Or Tell Her If You Don’t. Just Make It Clear To Her So She Knows What She Is To You.”
Bolting upright into a sitting position, Sans stared up at his younger brother in disbelief, “So you’re suggestin’ that I go confess my love ta her or somethin’? Is that what you’re tryna tell me right now, Papyrus?” “If You Love Her, Then Yes, That Is Exactly What I’m Trying To Tell You.” Pressing his index and middle finger to one of his temples, the older of the two narrowed his sockets, grumbling under his breath, “Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me… this is so stupid…” Taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside Sans, Papyrus arched a brow bone and tilted his head, “Language, Brother… All Of This Might Seem Stupid To You, Maybe, But It’s A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Addressed. If You Really See Her As Your Mate, She Needs To Know. And Hey, It’s Alright To Feel Embarrassed About This Sort Of Thing. It’s Completely Natural. For Starters, Maybe You Could Try To Help Me Better Understand Your Reasons For Marking Her? I’m All Ears! In A... Manner Of Speaking.”
Sans snuck an uncertain glance up at him and let out a deep sigh, leaning forward to cover both eyes with his hands, “...Don’t make me talk about this right now, Pap. Please. I can’t do it. I just can’t, what if I-” Papyrus was quick to wrap his arms around his older brother, lightly squeezing his shoulder, “Sans, No. Stop. You’re Overthinking Again. Take A Deep Breath And Try To Relax. It’s Just Me Here, And If You Preferred That I Don’t Tell Her What You Say, Then I Won’t. You Have My Word. Just Trust Me… That’s All I’m Asking Of You Right Now. Please, Just Trust Me.”
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When in the streets of seoul (5)
*warning* this mentions death, murder, suicide, guns, and other gruesome and dark content if you are sensitive to these kinds of things do not read it
Pairing: Chan x female reader
Word count 2.1k
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It's been six days, six day fucking days since I've been trapped here. I absolutely hate it. I spent the first three days not speaking to anyone and the other three finally excepting the fact that this is going to be my life now.
It's such a nice place. I get fed the best foods, I sleep in the most comfortable king sized bed with silk sheets, I have the best clothes, and I'm still miserable.
I went to the speaker and pressed 1. "Kinely ! You need something?" Chan sounded quite concerned. He believed that I had everything I needed but he forgot one thing. "I need to go to the store" I say sharply. Even though the deal was that I wasn’t able to go in public he haven't let me out of this room yet.
He says I'm not cooperating and so I have to wait. "What do you need from the store that I can't get for you?" I could hear the slight annoyance in his voice but he could never be as annoyed as I am right now. I mean he is keeping me hostage for Christ sake. "Just take me to the store you dickhead" I was honestly so done with him.
I needed to get out this room and I needed to go to the store ASAP. "I'm not going to the store because you won't tell me what it is" Chris was trying to put his foot down but little did he know I was far better at this game than he was. "Look I need pads either you take me to get them, or you can suffer the consequences of trying to find the perfect pads for me which I guarantee that you won't and then you'll have to take me to pick them out anyways, or we can always go with the option of me bleeding everywhere" there was a long pause before he finally responded.
"Fine I'll take you to the store" was all he said before it went completely silent. I waited patiently by the door until a boy comes in. "Hey seugmin did Chris send you for me" he just gives a simple nod. "Felix and I" he simply says while fully opening the door that he was standing in just enough to show his body. Once he swung open the door it revealed Felix. The orange haired boy waved at me.
Since staying here Chris has sent the boys at least once so that they could introduce themselves since I'm gonna be seeing a lot more of them. I've learned about what these boys do. Since I had nothing better to do the least I could do was steal information on the guys I'm going to be living with from now on.
For instance Chris is the oldest and the leader. He calls the shots, he looks over the plans, and makes sure everything runs smoothly he does need to do much work but Felix says Chris is the last resort and that he’s feel bad for anyone if Chris was called in. Then there's Minho. He is one of the main men on the field he's the look out and distraction, and supposedly from what I heard he does a damn good job at it. Plus Minho has a medical background so if anyone gets hurt he’s the man everyone goes to.
There's also changbin he's got quite the temper so they use him when there's need for extreme measures you know if they need .. a mess. I heard he can get pretty creative with that stuff.
Hyunjin, who often checks on me throughout the day is the sniper. He knows weapons like the back of his hands and could handle them blindfolded. Then it's Jisung, they call him Han. He is the best fighter in the house. You can have a gun in the fight and he could still win.
Felix known as the second Aussie of the house does the interrogations. He can get anyone to talk, his deep voice scares mostly anyone , but for the ones that are harder to get through. Let's just say they can either come out alive while missing some part of their body. Or they can come out in a body bag.
Seugmin is the hacker, he can hack into litterally anything. You name it, he can hack it. He's the one who got the information on my dad.
Last but definitely not least there's jeongin they all him I.N . He is silent but deadly. The red hair boy is like a ninja. They use him when they want to get the job done quickly but quietly.
We arrived downstairs where Chris was waiting for us at the door. I figured he was already handling business downstairs so he fetched the two boys to get me. "Thanks gentleman I got it from here" it was his nice easy of telling them to go away.
We got into his car and he drives us to a nearby store. I looks around searching for the right ones as he stands behind me trying to figure how the whole process works. I saw the pack I wanted and grabbed two of them. "Ahh now I know for next time" he says as if he has just been enlightened. "Next time?" I wanted to know what he meant by next time.
"Next time its you know... that time, I'll be able to pick out the right ones for you" that’s so aggravating! My only reason to get out the house was once again taken from me. Chan probably could tell that I was slightly disappointed by his statement so he changed it a little , I mean seeing that he’s talking to a hormonal women who’s not necessarily in the best mood at the moment. "I mean unless you'd like to do it for yourself" A small smile slightly appeared on my face as I handed the cashier the goods to ring up. "Is there anything else you want or need from here before we leave" Chris wanted to hurry out of here because this was time he could be spending working at home. "Nope" I was completely content with having what I needed so far.
Once we arrived back home I was instantly sent back to my room. Sitting there in boredom I looked around for some form of entertainment. There was absolutely nothing to do in this room and I was just now realizing it. For the past few days all I've been doing was sleeping and eating , so I didn't stop to think about it . I was too busy being sad about being locked up in a room by a bunch of psychos.
I looked over at the speaker not wanting to bother Chris because I rarely want to even speak to him. I walked over pushing the number 5 on the speaker and hoped this man was in his room.
"Hey kinely are you doing ok?" He genuinely sounded concerned. "Can you come over here please" I knew I didn't have to really ask him because he doesn't mind coming and checking on me anyways but I thought to ask just in case . "Sure just give me a sec" Hyunjin was always in here and even though Chris comes in often to talk to me he's always busy it's only for a few seconds before he goes back to "work".
Hyunjin came within fifteen minutes. He knocks making sure I'm not naked or anything. I think that it was pretty nice of him to do considering the other boys just come in as they please. I mean I know it's your home and all but a girl needs privacy.
"Come in" I yelled from my closet, I had just put on sweats and a hoodie to get a little comfortable. "You sent for me?" He walked in and closed the door behind him. "I was wondering if you could stay in here for a little longer than you normally do? I think I'm gonna go insane in here by myself" he chuckled at me being immensely dramatic. I put the back of my hand on my forehead pretending to be a damsel in distress.
He walked over to my bed and sat on it and patted on it which was his way of telling me to sit down. "Maybe you don't have to stay in here all the time" he seemed like he was getting somewhere but I was yet to follow. "What do you mean?" Was he gonna take me out this house or was I reading this wrong? "Its not much but maybe you could come to my room. There's tons of things to do in there. We just can't let Chan know I'm taking you out considering he wants you in the room." He fidgets a little wondering how I was going to respond to his offer.
Hell yeah I was gonna take this opportunity to leave the room! I had nothing else to do in the looney house. "Why not?" I shrug not wanting him to know just how excited I was. He grabs my head and leads me to his room all the way in the other side of the house.
My jaw dropped once he opened his room door to let me inside. He had arcade games like ddr, those ones when you race on the motorcycle, street fighter and pac man. He had a giant tv mounted on his wall in front of his bed and a wii console which I havent seen in years. "Told ya" he crossed his arms leaning against doorframe while admiring the dumb look of shock on my face.
"Where do we even start?" I was still looking around trying to pinpoint the first thing I wanted to do. "Doesn't matter where we start all you need to know is I'll kick your ass at any game in this room" his cockiness shines through, a side of him I haven't seen since I first met him.
What he didn't know was how competitive I can get "You're gonna be very disappointed when you realize how much you suck compared to me, especially when I beat you in dance revolution" It was on now. I can see a gleam in his eyes and knew he was almost if not just as competitive as I am.
Twelve rounds, six wins , and six loses later. We decided to watch a movie. "How's it feel to loose to someone as amazing as I?" I stood on his bed placing my hand on my hips. I'm sure he's yet to meet someone as dramatic as me. "We both won and lost the same amount of time so I'd say we're equally as amazing if you ask me" hes right about that but this his room and his games that he plays all the time if he didn’t win then it would be embarrassing. Hyunjin pulls my right leg causing me to fall on his bed. "You asshole!" My body had no control over itself. It was bouncing up and down on its own and I couldn't even stop it.
"You were to one who wanted to watch a movie and you can't even sit still" Hyunjin teases while I finally get myself together and sit up all the way in the bed. "Plus you weren't calling me a asshole when I took you out of your room." I gasped while holding my chest. "Oh how dare you?" I squinted my eyes at him and he laughed at me.
I must admit I haven't felt this good in a few days. I almost forgot that I was being held against my will but the thought is always in the back of my mind. I finally settle down and Hyunjin was nice enough to let me choose the movie I wanted. So here we were, on the bed watching a movie. For comfort I lay my head on his shoulder and her wraps his wraps around me.
I felt relaxed and almost safe. Soon I fell asleep with the movie playing in the background. Hyunjin was staying still trying not to wake me up. In fact so still that he ended up falling asleep himself.
I just needed to wake up on time before Chris realizes that I'm gone.
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A Little Longer pt.3 | Jennie
Warnings: indicated smut, mentioning of blood, a few curse words, alcohol abuse
Wordcount: 4,765
A/N: Sorry guys for the mini hiatus, I just got really caught up writing this and forgot writing anything else. This story is still not finished, but I really wanted to post something, so here’s Part 3 for now. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)
Part 1 Part 2
Jennie giggled silently as she stumbled through the hallway to the living room.
“This one looks like a butt.”
She laughed when she looked at one of Jiyong’s paintings. Fascinated, she paused in front of it while taking a few more sips from a bottle that she had stolen from the kitchen. Loud chatter from the living room, however, reminded her again what she was doing here in the first place.
“Oh right, I can’t let the nobs wait.”
Shakily, Jennie continued her way until she reached the entrance of the living room. The guests inside were all engaged in a lively conversation and their happy faces were disgusting her. They were all so pretentious and selfish. After another hefty sip from the bottle, Jennie put it down in the hallway and stumbled into the room. Not everyone noticed her right away but after she accidentally ran into a cabinet in the process of trying to walk straight, all heads turned the same time. Jennie tried her best to play it off, but when she noticed your gaze resting on her, her knees felt even weaker than before. The way to her seat suddenly seemed to be seven miles long; especially because the whole room was spinning. But eventually, she plopped down on her chair, feeling the eyes of the other guests burning holes into her.
“Excuse my interruption, I haven’t eaten anything today and was feeling a little dizzy.”
Jennie uttered tediously, feeling like her tongue was heavy like lead. Sheepishly, she let her gaze wander around the faces in the room. Some were still staring at her skeptically, but soon all of them flashed her a reprieving smile before returning to their conversation.
“Back to what I was saying. I think that actress must be an arrogant diva. Denying a fan an autograph? As if she didn’t owe her whole career to her fans...”
The same man that had made the inappropriate comment about your plus one (Jennie refused to call her your girlfriend) scoffed, and Jennie couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Usually she was already used to dimwitted remarks like that, but the alcohol had unfortunately lowered her level of tolerance.
“Yeah right, because she belongs to the public, doesn’t she?”
Jennie snarled, feeling her bottled-up emotions threatening to burst. The guy looked like a ghost had just appeared in front of him, apparently not being used to someone talking back.
“No, that’s not what I meant. But celebrities hold a certain responsibility that they can’t just discard.”
He responded self-opinionated, causing Jennie to laugh bitterly. She was tired of people making her feel like they were omniscient and had complete power over her.
“Responsibility? Responsibility for what? To make a wimp like you feel powerful?”
After Jennie’s statement the whole room fell quiet. Her words had been harsh, but they were true, so she didn’t even think about apologizing. With a triumphant smirk she looked into the dumbfounded face of the guy, watching how he struggled with his words.
“Jennie, you must be drunk. We don’t know you like that.”
Hyerim, another one of her so called “friends”, broke the silence in order to safe him from further embarrassment.
But Jennie had had enough of this.
Everyone at this table could go to hell as far as she cared. They were stuck in their own little worlds, too occupied with themselves to try to emphasize with someone else. And she couldn’t stand being in such a toxic environment right now. Therefore, Jennie pushed her chair back with force, causing it to loudly fall over before storming out of the room without any further explanation.
“Such an asshole!!”
She yelled in the hallway after slamming the front door shut before weaving to the elevator.
This whole dinner had been a dead loss and Jennie regretted having talked Jiyong into hosting it. Angrily, she kicked against the elevator door because she had to wait way too long to finally be able to leave this godforsaken place. But even after she had left the building, Jennie couldn’t calm down. The alcohol had failed its purpose to make her numb and had stirred up all her emotions instead. It felt like her whole system was overheating. Her brain was working at full capacity, her heart was slamming against her ribcage and all of her senses were desperately trying to fight against the influence of the alcohol.
Therefore, Jennie had to take several breaks on the way to her car as her stomach needed to get rid of the toxic liquid that was clogging her system. With shaking hands, she eventually reached the car and rummaged around in her handbag until she pulled out her car key to unlock her car. It almost slipped out of her hand, but after fidgeting a while, Jennie finally managed to press the right button. Just when she was about to open the door though, she suddenly got yanked around.
“You’re not driving like that.”
Out of nowhere, you were suddenly standing in front of her, your voice being able to freeze the ocean and your face absolutely unreadable.
“Let go off me!”
With a harsh movement, Jennie ripped herself free from your grasp and huffed in annoyance.
“Give me the key.”
You said calmly while holding out your hand, but Jennie wasn’t even thinking about giving it to you.
“No.”
Childishly, she wrapped her fingers even tighter around it and hid it behind her back.
“Could you please stop behaving like a five-year old?”
Your patience seemed to run out and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.
“Could you please stop meddling in things that are none of your business? Just go back to your perfect girlfriend.”
Jennie bickered back, apparently striking a nerve according to the sour expression on your face.
“Leave her out of this.”
You snarled, but Jennie’s torn open wounds and the alcohol in her system prevented her from knowing her limits.
“Why? Is she even too good for me to take her name into my mouth? I mean, I understand. She’s really beautiful and her clothes weren’t cheap either, so she has to be wealthy. Must really be a little Miss Perfect.”
She could see that you were gritting your teeth in anger, but you kept calm.
“Just give me the keys, Jennie...”
You sounded like you were tired of this charade, but Jennie was in full spate and didn’t want to stop now.
“We shouldn’t do this to Miss Perfect. You should go back to her and tell her what an awful person I am. Isn’t this why she is here? So you can spite me? To make me realize what a failure I am and-“
Jennie didn’t get to finish her sentence before you finally snapped and cut her short.
“Oh cut the self-pity! You know why she is here tonight? Because she was there for me and you weren’t!”
You huffed in frustration before turning around and storming off, leaving Jennie alone in front of her car.
Why couldn’t you have said that Subin was there because she was prettier than her? Jennie even would have accepted if you had called her nicer. No words could have hurt her more than the ones that you had used.
She was there for me and you weren’t.
Of course, Jennie hadn’t been there for you. How could she have? She had chosen her career over you after all. The one time, Jennie could have proven her love for you, she failed to. Tears started streaming down her cheeks and a silent sob escaped her lips. She just wanted to go home now and lock herself in her dark bedroom forever.
With her shoulders slouched, Jennie turned around to get into the car, but once more, she was stopped last minute. Someone yanked the keys out of her hand, causing her to look back in shock.
You again.
“Get in the passenger seat.”
You growled and this time your face wasn’t unreadable. Anger was written all over it and even your voice trembled, carrying the power of your emotions. Immediately, Jennie realized her limits and obediently walked around the car to get in the passenger seat. After fastening her seatbelt, she turned her head to look at you insecurely. She had never seen you like this before. Your eyes seemed to be spitting fire and your knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too hard.
Maybe this night hadn’t only taken a toll on her.
Faster than usual, you sped through the nearly empty streets of the sleeping city while Jennie didn’t dare to utter a word. There didn’t seem to be anything left of the weak pushover that she had toyed around with during your last encounter. It seemed like it was true what people said. What didn’t kill you, did make you stronger; at least you could be the living proof of that. After all the games that she had played with you, all the wounds that she had caused you, you were finally standing up to her.
It was the perfect wakeup call. What had she been thinking? She had promised Jiyong that she would accept your decision tonight. No matter whether you would decide to give her a chance or not. And Subin was a very clear sign that you were not willing to mend things with her. But instead of keeping her promise, she had made a scene like the selfish monster she was. In shame, Jennie let her head hang and bore this suffocating silence, knowing that she deserved your anger. It seemed like the ride home lasted all night, but after an excruciating long time, the steady noise of the engine finally ceased, and you parked the car in front of her apartment.
There were a thousand things that Jennie wanted to say, but she didn’t have enough courage to do so. She just wanted to stick to her initial plan and hide in her dark bedroom forever. Therefore, Jennie quickly threw open the car door and bolted out of the car. The front door of the building was close, yet so far for someone that had an undefinable cocktail of diverse liquors in their stomach. Jennie’s legs just didn’t work like they were supposed to, and she could only just feel her knees giving in when her face already moved towards the ground in a rapid pace. Before it was about to collide painfully though, something wrapped around Jennie’s waist and stopped her fall. She felt herself getting straightened up again and she turned around in confusion, only to find herself standing face to face with you. You were merely inches in front of her to the extent that your torsos were touching; yet you weren’t moving away. Your feet were firmly planted on the ground and Jennie felt shivers running down her spine due to the proximity. Automatically, her gaze flickered to your lips, feeling an unbearable desire to close the distance. Only the knowledge that you were seeing someone else right now was holding her back. But why weren’t you pushing her away? Could it be that you wanted this too? Jennie’s face moved closer to yours like your lips were magically drawing her in. You still didn’t push her away; it would be so easy to get the taste that she was craving.
No.
Jennie jumped back as if someone had just scared her. You were taken. She wouldn’t seduce you. Jiyong had told her that you were finally happy, and she couldn’t selfishly temper with your happiness. Not again. Regret filled Jennie, thinking back about the breakup and the incident at Jiyong’s vernissage. She had never even apologized to you.
“Y/N, I’m s-“
She choked out but she didn’t get to finish as you pressed your finger on her lips.
“Sh.”
You shushed her, causing her to look at you with wide eyes.
You almost had a smug look on your face, leaving Jennie completely confused. But you didn’t seem to care about an explanation. Instead, you suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the entrance of the building. Perplexed, Jennie let you drag her and stumbled behind you without talking back. Together you stepped into the empty elevator, but Jennie wished that someone would be there with you. The tension was making her heart beat five times faster and she gulped thickly when you suddenly stepped in front of her. Like a tiger on the hunt, you silently crept closer, causing her to walk backwards until she reached the wall.
“Why did you get wasted tonight? Can’t you stand to see another woman touching me?”
You asked with a cocky smile on your lips, catching Jennie off guard. She didn’t know what to answer. You were right, but she didn’t want to admit that. Therefore, she tried to shake her head, but her gesture was barely noticeable.
“Did you miss me?”
At last, you had closed the final distance between the two of you and softly pressed your body against hers, causing Jennie to gasp. She could feel your breath on her face, but you didn’t stop moving closer. Your lips were so close that Jennie could almost taste them. But just when they were about to touch, a ringing sound could be heard, indicating that the elevator had reached the right floor. The door opened and you pushed yourself off her with a smirk. Jennie inhaled shakily to recollect herself, but right in that moment, you grabbed her wrist again to drag her behind you. Apparently, her nightmare disguised as a daydream wasn’t over yet. With big steps you crossed the hallway until you were standing in front of her apartment door.
“Unlock.”
You ordered firmly, causing Jennie to flinch.
Immediately, she started rummaging in her bag to search for the keys, but she was too nervous to steady her hands. You had completely thrown her off balance and all the sensory impressions around her were too much for her to take in. In her mind, she still tried to process the scenario in the elevator just now, causing her to lose focus and making it impossible to find the keys. Eventually, you huffed impatiently and yanked the bag out of her hands to get the keys yourself. You merely needed a second before you had found the desired item and cleared the way into her apartment.
Roughly, you pushed Jennie inside before slamming the door shut and pressing her against it. All she could do was to stare at you with wide eyes as you smirked smugly. Slowly, you lifted your hand and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear before letting your finger graze her jawline. Jennie’s eyelids automatically fluttered close due to the sensation and she felt like she was melting under your touch.
“Perfect.”
You whispered, your mouth being so close next to her ear that shivers ran down Jennie’s spine.
When she opened her eyes again, you were staring at her intently and Jennie immediately got lost in your eyes. How she had missed being so close to you. She didn’t know why anyone would ever think that she had power over you when in reality, it was the exact opposite. One word from you and she was quiet; one touch and her heart jumped out of her chest; one look like the one that you were giving her right now and she could feel heat spreading in her core. She just couldn’t bear this tension anymore. She knew that you were having fun right now while teasing her, but she needed to taste your lips at least. Hastily, she leaned forward to grab your hips in order to pull you in, but she grasped at nothing, almost causing her to fall over. You had suddenly taken a step back, causing Jennie to stare at you in confusion.
“Sucks to be left high and dry, doesn’t it?”
You chuckled with an evil smile playing on your lips and Jennie wondered if she had misheard your statement. With her hands still hovering in the air, she stood frozen in place, unable to say a single word, much to your amusement. An ugly laugh caused your chest to tremble and Jennie flinched in shock.
“Oh you are adorable.”
You sighed, although the mockery was not to miss hearing.
“And so, so dumb...”
Slowly, Jennie realized what was going on, but her heart refused to believe it.
“You think, you’re so good, don’t you? You think that just one look will make me fall for you again, right? But you’re wrong. You can’t satisfy me. You never could.”
There was pure disgust in your voice that caused tears to pool in Jennie’s eyes.
“Did you think our little quickie had been enough to make me forget about everything you’ve done? I have always needed more. I wanted your love, Jennie. But a monster like you can’t give me that. I know that now.”
As you kept talking, Jennie felt herself drifting away mentally. She heard your words, she felt them cutting deep into her heart, into her soul, but she couldn’t bring herself to fight back. She didn’t care about the pain anymore. It was what she deserved after all.
“But Subin can give me what I want. She can give me so much more than you. You are nothing but selfish, pathetic and incapable of love. You’ve proven that over and over again. Did you really think, I would ever come back to you?”
You scoffed sardonically, causing Jennie to feel more mortified than ever before. Yes, once again, she had hoped that she could be good enough for you. And once again, she had proven that she wasn’t.
Jennie didn’t know how long you kept mocking her. It felt like hours. Every word dug a little deeper into her chest and in the end, a huge hole was ripped into it, causing a torrent of blood to gush out of her heart. She felt like a ghost and apparently that was truly all that was left of her, because you didn’t bother to let her defend herself. Instead, you turned on your heel as soon as you were done talking and left her standing there in her misery.
Jennie wished that you had just talked a little longer. Maybe your words could have made the hole in her chest consume her completely, instead of leaving behind the zombie that she was right now. Half dead, half alive and the only antidote to her slow death had just walked out of her life.
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As you bolted through the front door of the apartment building, you gasped for air as if you had been holding your breath since setting foot in this place. What had you done? That couldn’t have been you. You weren’t one to play dirty; much less one to take revenge. But after Jennie had stumbled into your arms and you had seen the regret and desire in her eyes, you knew that she would be an easy victim. For once, you had the upper hand. You could give her a taste of her own medicine.
But it seemed like you had given yourself a hefty sip of it too. There was a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, and you didn’t feel as glorious as you thought you would. You felt like throwing up. You tumbled over in the little front yard of the apartment complex, but nothing left your body. Because it wasn’t your stomach that was rebelling against you. It was your bad conscious. You didn’t know how Jennie could have survived her games with you unscathed. The picture of her petite figure standing in front of you hunched in pain was engraved into your brain now. And even worse, it had carved into your heart too, ripping it into two.
“Damn it!!”
You yelled, ramming your fist against the tree next to you, causing the skin around your knuckles to break open. Blood was dripping to the floor, but you couldn’t care less.
You weren’t supposed to feel this way. You shouldn’t have feelings for Jennie anymore. But why did it hurt so much right now? Why had you almost discarded your plan and kissed her senseless up there? Yes, Jennie had been your drug. But you had been sober for a while now. How long would it take until you finally had her out of your system? Your world shouldn’t revolve around Jennie anymore, it should revolve around...
Subin.
In shock, you ripped your head up, remembering that you had left your girlfriend at a table with a bunch of strangers after giving a highly questionable excuse why you had to chase after Jennie. Subin knew that she was your ex, but you might have left out a few details concerning your relationship. Your girlfriend knew that Jennie had broken your heart, but she didn’t know that it had never mended ever since. And she should never learn. Therefore, you needed to get back to her. Since storming out of Jinyong’s apartment too much time had already passed, and you weren’t sure whether Subin was still waiting for you there. Plus, you didn’t really want to go back again and explain yourself. It would be for the best if you would just go home and simply send Jiyong an apologetic text for being a bad guest. For now, Subin was your priority.
Determined, you walked to the street, only to curse a second later when you realized that you hadn’t come here with your own car. With an annoyed huff, you pulled out your phone to order a car which would cost you precious time that you didn’t have. But there was nothing that you could do. Reluctantly, you waited for the car before ordering the driver to bring you home. Nervously, you sat in the backseat, bouncing your leg and thinking about the consequences of tonight. How would your girlfriend react? You hadn’t only ditched her, you had ditched her for your ex-girlfriend; who you had almost seduced. Frustrated, you grasped your hair. This was a disaster.
“Rough night, hm?”
The driver chuckled from the front seat and you flashed him a tired smile. You weren’t in the mood for jokes right now. You needed an adequate solution. For one, you had to apologize to your girlfriend. A difficult task, but not impossible. For two, you had to get Jennie out of your system. That, on the other hand, was a borderline insane task which needed thorough planning which you weren’t capable of doing tonight. Therefore, you chose to stick to the easier task for now.
You needed to make an overwhelmingly good apology to your girlfriend and you already knew where to begin with that.
“Can we stop by the next convenience store please?”
There was nothing that a sincere apology and some flowers couldn’t fix, so you ordered the driver to make a little stopover. A quick solution which allowed you to find yourself in front of Subin’s apartment 15 minutes later with a bouquet of flowers in your hands and a drafted apology in your head. You looked up at the building from the car, seeing that there was still light in Subin’s windows and you inhaled deeply to calm your nerves.
“You’ve got this buddy!”
The driver gave you an encouraging thumbs up and you thanked him before exiting the car.
Slowly, you walked up to the entry and let yourself in with the key that Subin had given you a while back. For once, you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator in order to be able to have a little more time to recollect yourself. When you finally reached her apartment door, you felt more or less like you hadn’t made the worst decisions of your life tonight. Your hands had finally stopped trembling and your brain was able to focus on anything else but Jennie again. Therefore, you unlocked the door and silently slipped into the apartment like so many times before.
Inside, everything seemed to be like usual. The TV was running and Subin was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in her hands. Only when she turned her head to look at you, you gulped thickly. She didn’t seem to be seething in anger, but her gaze wasn’t friendly either.
“Hey, babe.”
You waved awkwardly, but Subin ignored you coldly to pay attention to the TV again. She was definitely mad...
With slouched shoulders, you walked up to her in order to sit down next to her, like a child preparing to be scolded. Regardless of her ignorance, you cleared your throat and started to apologize.
“I’m really sorry, Subin. I know this evening was nothing like it was supposed to be and I really deeply regret how I handled everything. But I can explain.”
Carefully, you glanced up to see how your girlfriend would react. She rolled her eyes in annoyance but turned off the TV in order to pay attention to you.
“This explanation better be good. You left me alone with complete strangers, Y/N.”
If looks could kill, you would be dead by now. But you didn’t let yourself be discouraged.
“It is! You know about my history with Jennie. The thing is that I left a few things out...”
Your statement seemed to have sparked Subin’s interest and she turned her torso in order to be able to look at you better.
“I know that Jennie always seems to be a cold person on TV, but she isn’t. She struggles a lot with her fame, and she has a lot of issues that not a lot of people are aware of. But I am. And I know that she tends to deal with her issues horribly. So when I saw her earlier, I got really worried. I was afraid that she would do something rash, which turned out to be right. She was completely wasted and wanted to drive home. And I couldn’t allow that. So I brought her home.”
Technically, you weren’t lying; at least that was what you told yourself in order to not let your bad conscious drag you down again. Maybe you weren’t necessarily telling the whole truth, but you meant well. You were trying to spare Subin’s heart. She didn’t deserve to get tangled up in this mess. You loved her and that was all that mattered. The rest had to be fixed by you alone.
“Oh I didn’t know that.”
Subin simply said and you saw that her angry demeanor was starting to crumble.
“Of course, you didn’t. You couldn’t have known! And that’s on me. I haven’t told you the whole truth, because I had the feeling that I still had to protect Jennie. But I don’t need to do that. I’m with you and only you. So I need to start behaving accordingly.”
Carefully, you took your girlfriend’s hand, expecting her to pull away, but when she didn’t, you continued.
“I promise that I’ll work on myself in the future. No more erratic decisions and I promise to communicate better. No more secrets.”
You smiled, but you wondered whether Subin was able to see the shadow that laid upon you tonight. You weren’t yourself. You didn’t know who this monster was that looked like you but didn’t act accordingly. But it was shocking to hear those lies rolling off your tongue like they meant nothing. When had you become a perfect liar? You hoped that it wasn’t too late to save yourself though. You just needed a fresh start. You needed to leave everything behind and forget about the past.
Your salvation significantly depended on your girlfriend though, so you looked at her pleadingly.
“Fine, I’ll forgive you. But don’t you dare to ever leave me alone with your weird friends again!”
Subin chuckled and you laughed out loud.
“I promise.”
You whispered as you already closed the distance between the two of you to connect your lips.
Nothing was in the way between you and your fresh start now anymore.
At least that was what you had thought. But like always, it was so much easier to make promises than to keep them. You wanted to be better for Subin; you really did. You were ready to let go of the past, but what you didn’t realize was that it wasn’t ready to let go of you.
And your obliviousness should turn out to be your doom.
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The One Where Marinette Gets Fetched #10
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11
Titus had been restless ever since his first escape. The poor thing had been itching to get out again. He even stopped wanting to take walks around the estate. It made Damian upset to see his beloved dog so unhappy. The problem was he didn’t trust anyone outside the grounds to treat Titus like he should be. To be honest, no one in his family could except Alfred. His father and adopted siblings were incompetent as they were in practically everything. Damian was reluctant but eventually caved in the end.
So he pulled on his most inconspicuous clothes that an average person would wear, or at least what he thought average people wore and led Titus out the door with a leash. Alfred had suggested he didn’t go to the private secluded parks near the area and one more in the city. It was like a walled area for muggers to catch high paying victims once they left. The city parks had more people and made it easier to blend in. It was also where Titus seemed to prefer to go. As soon as they passed the gates, the dog practically dragged him. Damian could have reeled him back in but the smile he swore was Titus’ face stopped him.
Titus had conveniently brought a blue tennis ball with him while Damian held his leash and carried a satchel across his chest. The pair made their way to a secluded open field that provided enough room for the Great Dane to run around. A game of fetch ensued between the two. A throw too far set Titus on a chase. Something must have caught his eye because as soon as he got the ball he took off through a small grove of trees.
‘Must have seen a squirrel.’, sufessed Damian.
He sat down and took out his sketchbook and a few pencils. He preferred a monochrome look than a full-fledged colored drawing. Damian began to sketch his surroundings as he waited for Titus to tire himself out.
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“Guardian, may we visit that tree Tikki had mentioned before? It has been a long time since I’ve been able to climb a real tree. Who knows how bad my climbing skills have gotten!”, Xuppa pleaded.
“Well, as long as you are able to stay hidden from all passersby I guess I can let you all roam around.”, declared Marinette.
“That’s why we want to go to the tree on the hill, silly Guardian. It’s a clearing surrounded by trees! It’s perfect!”, Daizzi teased with a small oink at the end.
“I guess you have a point. Okay, through these trees we shall go! Are my loyal and trustworthy Miri’s ready?”, joked Marinette.
“Of course, our fair Lady.”, Pollen continued.
“I’m always loyal to you, Guardian.”, said Barkk.
The journey was long and treacherous for the group. Well, not really but it was fun to pretend they were on an adventure. Instead of a park, they were in an unexplored jungle. Having to avoid deadly obstacles such as couples and people reading peacefully under the trees. Then Marinette had been attacked by a poisonous tree root sticking out above ground. The root caused blindness temporarily which resulted in her tripping over it and falling. That led to the kwami’s having to lead her around with her eyes closed. It was like she was a little girl again playing with her- her-. Yeah, it was nice having fun with her Miri’s! They marched up the small hill with everyone following her like ducklings while they sang a Guardian-folk song.
“Alright! We have arrived at our destination. All Kwami exit the station as the Marinette train studies her sign language notes!”, she announced.
They all floated off into the tree as she sat under it and pulled out her journal. Reconnecting with the English language just to learn a new one based off of it. Then Damian had challenged her on who would do best on the ASL quiz next Friday. She couldn’t back down and was now forcing herself to study. Nooroo timidly floated out of the bag towards her. He had opted out of joining their song now that she thought about it.
“Master, I am sorry to bother you but are you certain it is all right for us to roam around?”, the butterfly mumbled.
The poor thing was greatly affected by their time in Paris. Duusuu could feed off the happy emotions of the others but Nooroo put the fault on himself. Gabriel had done a number on the poor kwami.
“You can call me Marinette or Guardian, Nooroo. Of course you can come out! Don’t worry so much, that's my job.”, she reassured. It got a small smile out of the kwami before he zipped off.
She was going over her greetings when she saw the kwami go in and out of her bag. Everytime they would come out with their personal snacks.
“Did everybody pack something to eat and forget to tell me?”, she pouted.
“Sssssorry Mari. We forgot to tell you. We could alwayssss sssshare our ssssnackss.”, Sass hissed out.
“You should try some of my honey-covered croissants! They’re amazing!”, buzzed Pollen.
“No, eat my seeds!”
“My dried bananas are the best!”
“Carrots!”
“Biscuits!”
“I’m so happy. I love food!”
They all hurriedly shouted above each other trying to offer her their snacks.
“Calm down, Miri’s! I appreciate your generosity. Though camembert sounds delicious right now.”, she commented with a side glance at the certain kwami. The cheese glutton couldn’t do anything but drop his jaw at her request. He had been the only one to not say anything and the Guardian knew it.
“Minibug, you can’t be serious! My cheese smells bad. You won’t even like it. Trust me! You’re better off eating one of Sass’ boiled eggs.”, Plagg tried to redirect her taste and the other kwami’s glares.
“I’m teasing Plagg. I just had breakfast not too long ago.”, she said.
“Geez, Mari! Everyone looked on the verge to kill me.”, he huffed before stuffing the entire wheel in his mouth.
Marinette and the kwami’s settled back down as she put in her earbuds and continued to study. Everything was nice and dandy for another forty-five minutes until she heard a faint shout from Tikki.
“Marinette look out!”
It was too late for the guardian however. By the time she knew it, Marinette was being dragged by the collar of her hoodie away from the tree. All of her stuff was left behind as her kidnapper ran at an alarming rate. She was pulled down hill, past the trees, dragged through a clearing for a while until she was dropped face first onto the grass. A dog started barking as soon as she was released.
“Titus! What is the meaning of this. You can’t just grab random- Marinette?”, the person said.
Marinette rubbed her head as she lifted herself up. This person knew her? She was met with the somewhat familiar face of Damian.
“H-Hey Damian, does this happen to be your dog or is there a better reason it just dragged me fifty yards to drop me here?”, she stuttered.
“No, it is not. I just happened to be able to read it’s name tag without moving. Of course it’s my dog, idiot!”, he sneered.
“Hey! How would you like it if you were suddenly getting yanked to gods know where by the collar and felt like you were choking?”, she retorted, rubbing her neck.
“What are you even doing here, Marinette?”, he questioned with narrowed eyes.
“First, this is a public park. I was studying some notes before your crazy- oh my kwami it’s taller than me!”, she gasped looking at the dog. She knew it wasn’t taller than her but her position of sitting on the floor made it tower over her. Marinette had met it before.
“Titus is a perfectly sized Great Dane. You’re the one with a pathetic stature. I suggest you change your diet to one suited to help with growth. Maybe incorporate beans, quinoa, or chicken if you're an inhumane meat-eater.”, he said.
“Yes, because I can totally fund a lifestyle change like that. Also, I’m average height. You’re the one that’s too tall!”, complained Marinette.
Titus wagged his tail back and forth as Marinette scratched his head in her lap.
“We had been playing with his tennis ball and I assumed he went to chase after an animal of some sort. Then he came back with you.”, Damian explained.
“So your dog basically fetched me.”, she summarized.
“You could put it that way.”, he commented.
“As adorable as Titus is, I have to go get my stuff before someone decides to take it. See you at school on Monday, I guess.”, Marinette said as she got up, much to the displeasure of Titus. Said dog barked in complaint as his attention giver left.
“Tt. I’m not sure what you have done to him but Titus should not be acting this way. He is supposed to be a feared guard dog, you have made him soft!”, he huffed.
“Feared like you with the rest of the student body at Gotham Academy? You still haven’t told me what got you to be dubbed an ‘Ice Prince’.”, Marinette said.
Damian only packed up his stuff and walked away.
Now, Marinette had to walk all the way back to the tree. The Miri’s were definitely going to lecture her.
I am sooooo soooo sorry for not posting this last week! I went out of town and it completely slipped my mind... sorry.
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a miscellaneous collection of jokes cut from AA Batteries
none of these snippets are meaty enough to warrant their own post, so i'll just group them all here!
this mostly scenes and jokes that don't really go anywhere.
1. The Joke I've Been Trying To Shove In Since Chapter 3
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all week, and I’ve heard Kuramochi-senpai claim that Eijun has a girlfriend,” Akira snaps.
2. The Deleted Introspective Chicken Monologue
The first time Akira saw Narumiya Mei pitch, way back in the beginning of the summer, he was inexplicably reminded of their neighbor’s chicken coop.
“What?” Haruichi asked, when Akira voiced his observation.
“Loud,” Akira had explained. “And kind of terrifying?”
“You’re talking about chickens, right? The things that lay eggs and cluck around all day?”
“Obviously, you’ve never been chased by a flock of angry chickens.”
Kominato Haruichi, born and raised in the suburbs of Kanagawa Prefecture, didn’t seem to fully appreciate the comparison, but at least he tried to.
“In that case,” he’d said, struggling to grasp the metaphor, “Eijun is kind of like a flock of chickens too, right?”
“No, it’s —” Akira huffed. “Chickens don’t care. All they do is eat and poop. There’s nothing but violence going on in their heads. That’s what he reminds me of.”
“That’s kind of a strong opinion to have on a person you’ve never met,” Haruichi said.
“Oh, I don’t know what he’s like as a person,” Akira said with a shrug. “But as a player, he seems rather bloodthirsty.”
Akira had never caught for a pitcher like that. Eijun was Eijun, and Furuya was Furuya, and Nori-senpai and Tanba-senpai were themselves. But Naruimiya Mei seemed like another beast entirely — ambitious and fierce and proud, complete with the skill to back it up. He’d asked Miyuki-senpai about it later, and even though he’d barely answered, he’d gotten enough information to confirm his suspicions.
But it wasn’t until weeks later, after everything, that he’d been able to truly appreciate the danger of Narumiya Mei.
They were sitting in the stands, just after beating Sensen Academy, watching Inajitsu play Sakurazawa. Eijun had been sitting next to him, and they’d watched the game with wide eyes.
“I want to catch that knuckleball,” Akira said, upon seeing Sakurazawa’s ace.
“Of course you do,” Eijun laughed. He elbowed him in the side. “I bet you’d have been a knuckleballer if you were a pitcher. He even has the same name as you.”
“Maybe,” Akira shrugged. He lowered his voice so that the senpai couldn’t overhear. “I know they want revenge, but I’m kind of rooting for Sakurazawa.”
“Public school representation,” Eijun agreed.
But it wasn’t to be. Slowly, steadily, Inashiro Industrial had worn away at the ground under Sakurazawa’s feet. It was the first time Akira had witnessed such offensive defense.
It wasn’t like Eijun, spirited and fearless. Narumiya Mei’s pitching was insidiously perfect, a wall that couldn’t be overcome, a light so bright that it scared you away into the shadows. He was loud, like Eijun, and he was tricky, like Eijun, but Narumiya Mei just felt different.
Like he wasn’t looking at you. Like he had bigger giants to slay.
Inajitsu won, and Seidou’s baseball team boarded their bus and headed back to campus, and Akira took a nap.
Later, that same day, he would fight with his brother. He wasn’t thinking of Narumiya, then, but he would think of him later.
Eijun’s stronger than that, he told himself, after letting Miyuki Kazuya run out and chase down Eijun. He obviously doesn’t need me. He won’t break. Not for baseball.
But Narumiya Mei was an opponent he’d never faced before. Fierce, violent, and out for blood. Like a chicken, as stupid as that sounded.
Sometimes, it’s the stupid things that you have to look out for.
3. The Akagi Team Group Chat
“Where’s my phone? I have to tell everyone that we won.”
“Oh, use mine,” Eijun says, and he holds out his phone. “That way Wakana won’t get mad at me for not checking in.”
Akira rolls his eyes, but unlocks Eijun’s phone anyway and opens up the Akagi group chat.
!!!!! GUYS WE WNON A GAME IM LOSING MY MIND
eyyyyyy noice
Congrats, Eijun!
aki is that you? tell your brother to stop being a coward and respond to my messages
wtf wakana how did you know
ei only messages first when he finishes a manga and wants seiichi to write fanfic for it
Eijun rips his phone out of Akira’s hands.
I DO NOT????/?
hi ei, stop being a coward and respond to my messages
4. Teenagers are Idiots
Akira hovers in the first-years’ conversation, occasionally chiming in. It’s not until they’re halfway to the parking lot that reality finally hits.
“Holy crap!” Akira exclaims, nearly walking into a pole. Luckily, Kanemaru catches him by his windbreaker before he can bruise his face.
“You good?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“We just played baseball,” Akira says, instead of answering the question.
“Why are you like this?”
“We just played baseball!” Akira repeats, still disbelieving. He swivels around and grabs Eijun’s sleeve. “Ei, slap me!”
Eijun doesn’t hesitate. He slaps him so hard that Akira almost falls over.
“Ow! That hurt!”
Toujou snickers while Kanemaru grimaces.
“What did you think would happen?”
“I don’t know?” Akira says. “Oh my god, it’s been so long since I’ve played in a real game! I think I’m high on adrenaline!”
Kanemaru looks at him incredulously. “Who are you?”
“Oh, no,” Eijun says, groaning. “I forgot about this part. Akira, you’re going to crash so hard later.”
Akira laughs. “Pfft, this isn’t middle school anymore, I’m fine! We just shut down Teitou High! I’m invincible!”
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The next thing he remembers is Eijun shaking him awake.
“Go away,” Akira grumbles. “Leave me alone to die.”
5. EijunxTire OTP
“Your fielding sucks too, dumbass,” Miyuki reminds him. “And take that thing off. This is a warm-up jog, you’re going to strain yourself.”
“No need!” Eijun announces. “During my banishment, I spent several weeks in the company of my beloved tire! We have a bond that goes beyond that of an athlete and his training tool! This is nothing!”
“Sawamura!” Coach Kataoka yells from across the field. “This is a warm-up! Take the tire off!”
Eijun stiffens. “Yes, boss!” He yells back, and he stops to untie the tire.
#lazuli writes#they are so dumb#I'M SO SAD THAT I HAD TO DELETE THE 'SLAP ME' JOKE#it's probably SUPER obvious but i love slapstick#aa batteries dna
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Miraculous escape - Chapter 2
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
Thank you @alittleshycat for the header and wanted posters pic! 💙
Thank you @brickercupmasterx3 for proofreading! 💙
I’ve been into comedy lately for some reason... This chapter has been finished for a while, but I’ve been writing more of this story. It’s fun to write because they’re all stupid XD
A/N: Remember this story is Lukanette + Adrigami endgame.
Chapter summary:
The fugitive and disguised men arrive to Milan and set in their Hotel rooms and Rose holds a girls' pajama party.
AO3
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Chapter 2: Arrival to Milan
The train arrived at Milan later than scheduled. Not that it surprised any of them - except probably Adrien who always rode bullet trains instead of cheap ones. Delays were part of the public transportation's everyday life (at least in Southern Europe).
It took them eight hours to reach the Italian city, and Adrien and Luka had mostly spent the time either sleeping (from exhaustion of the day before) or daydreaming about the girls that caught their attention. Juleka glared at them more than a few times too, reminding them to focus on their acting, but they pretended not to notice. She seemed to be having a good time with the short haired blond lady seated next to her, anyway.
During the ride, Madam Mendeleiev also assigned their hotel rooms: two members per room, sharing it with the person beside them during the train ride. That meant Luka and Adrien were assigned the same room, and Juleka and Rose and Marinette and Kagami would share theirs too. The men were relieved with the assignments- at least they could drop their acting during the night.
After arriving at the hotel, and leaving their suitcases at their respective rooms (courtesy of XY, who didn’t miss his chance to flirt again with ‘Lucia’- ew ), the band members reunited again to have dinner. Too bad for them, they didn’t get to share a table with Marientte or Kagami, but shared it with Juleka and Rose.
“Hey!” Rose called for their attention. “Why don’t we have a girls' pajama party here later, when Madam Mendeleiev is asleep?” she suggested.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea-” Luka started, but was blunty cut by Adrien.
“Oh, yes! A party! Yay! Let’s do it! It will be soooo much fun!” Adrien exclaimed happily, amicably joining the palm of his hands with the grinning Rose's.
“Yay! I’m going to tell the others!” Rose said, running to the other areas in little hops.
Juleka and Luka could only facepalm at Adrien’s reaction. It was probably his first ‘pajama party’, of course he would be excited. ‘Just be careful’, Juleka warned them, giving up at Adrien’s puppy eyes.
A few hours later, after assuring Madam Mendeleiev was pleasantly asleep, the boys changed into old fashioned nightgowns and moved to the Hotel’s bar, where almost all the ladies were already chatting and drinking together. Luka was disappointed to see how Marinette wasn’t there, and he soon left the party. On the other hand, Adrien was completely enjoying himself with the ladies. Chatting, laughing, singing, playing cards, fortune reading… The rich boy had never had so much fun in his life. Kagami had left early, but Adrien had made sure to stare at her as much as he could before his eyes couldn't follow her anymore.
Meanwhile, sick of his acting, Luka moved to a closed common room nearby. Dark and cold as it was, he didn't expect to find Marinette sleeping in one of the coaches, next to an incandescent lamp.
“Hey, are you ok?” He asked, shaking her a little. Marinette’s eyes opened all of a sudden, almost giving Luka a heart attack.
“Oh! Sorry!” She apologized. “Where am I?”
“You fell asleep in the common room. Can you walk...?” Luka asked her. She stunk of alcohol- lots of alcohol. Marinette nodded but almost fell down on her knees as soon as her feet hit the floor. Luka sighed. “Where's your room? I'll take you there”
“206” she answered, and Luka lifted her body to carry her in princess style. She was very light and he was probably enjoying her in his arms more than he should.
“Wow! You're so strong for a girl!” she said, in fascination, between hiccups.
Luka froze. *Shit* ‘ She’ll find out I'm actually a man at this rate! Think Luka, think! I need an excuse! ‘“It comes with carrying a guitar everywhere” he answered nervously.
But Marinette wasn’t really thinking. “That's amazing!” A short pause followed. “Wait! Put me down!” she demanded, and Luka obeyed, seating her on the coach again. “Let's have some girl talk before going to sleep!" she grinned.
Marinette's begging eyes were too much for his enamored heart and his body automatically answered. "Okay"
"Yaaay" she said loudly in a celebrating tone, between hiccups.
Luka gulped. She looked absolutely defenseless and beautiful in her pajamas. If he hadn't already fallen for her, he would have again at that moment. His long fingers threatened to betray him any moment, longing to feel her perfect skin under his touch. He bit his tongue trying to suppress his predator instincts and act like the woman Juleka expected him to be.
"Won't Madam Mendeleiev get angry if she finds us?" Luka asked, looking for an excuse to leave.
"She won't!" She assured, pouring more alcohol into her cup and taking a sip. "We'll just turn off the lights and hide, and that would do. Here." She offered him a glass. "Have a drink with me"
"Thank you. I could never say no to a drink" 'Let's hope it distracts me enough from my ‘naughty’ thoughts...'
"You know?" Marinette started, stopped by another hiccup. Luka carefully listened to her dreamy voice. "I thought you were a man at first…"
Luka choked on his drink. 'Oh, no. We've just arrived! Have I been found out so easily? I can't let her find out yet! We need to escape and-'
"Hahaha- really? No way. See? Breasts" he quickly answered, lifting his fake breasts awkwardly.
"I knooow. I'm just joking" she giggled, making Luka sigh in relief. "I haven’t introduced myself, have I? My name is-"
"Ma-Ma-Marinette, right?" Luka giggled, but stopped immediately after noticing her hurt expression. "Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel bad"
"No, it's ok. It's my fault for being so clumsy…" tears had started to form in her eyes and Luka felt his own heart hurt in regret.
"No, no! I should have been more sensitive. Sorry." He sincerely apologized.
"Thank you ugh- sorry. I don't think I caught your name…"
"Lucia" 'God I hate this name'
"Lucia. Pretty name. Are you from Spain? Or Southern France?" Marinette asked, curious.
"Yes, I'm from the Basque region" he lied to add credibility to his act.
"That explains your strength!"
"That's just a stereotype, Marinette… but who knows? Maybe I should try tearing a trunk in half with my bare hands sometime" Luka joked and Marinette laughed.
"You're so funny!" Her laugh sounded like the most beautiful melody in his ears, inspiring him to compose hundreds of songs. "Want more?" She offered him her bottle of alcohol.
"if you insist..."
Marinette opened the bottle to fill Luka's glass, but her trembling hands made her spill the alcohol on Luka's lap, surprising him.
"Oh, sorry! Your sleeping dress…" She lamented.
"It's fine. I'll ask for the hotel’s laundry service to clean it tomorrow and it will be fine" he smiled. 'how could anyone get angry at those beautiful regretful pure eyes? Impossible'
"What are these voices! Is anyone here!?" Madam Mendeleiev shouted from the aisle.
"Oh no! Hit the lights and hide! Here!"
Marinette pulled Luka's body strongly to hide him behind the coach, hugging him. During the minute they spent in that position, Luka forgot how to breathe, in awe of her softness and unexpected precise reflexes.
Madam Mendeleiev later moved toward the room where the girls’ party was taking place, and Luka could only feel sorry for Adrien. ‘ Good luck, my friend’ . But actually, he was more worried about himself, since the chest of the woman he liked was pressed on his face.
"Ufff… she's gone. Sorry!" Marinette stood up, offering her hand to Luka.
"No, it's fine…" he recomposed himself, shaking his head. "We should go back…" 'before the alcohol controls me and I do something stupid'
"Yes…Thank you for keeping me company, Lucia." She smiled.
“My pleasure" he smiled back. "I’ll go get Ad- Noirette first. Will you be fine on your own?”
“I guess so?” she answered, dizzily.
While Luka helped Marinette stand up, Kagami called for her friend, running towards them. “Marinette! I’ve been looking for you! Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking again? Are you ok?” she said, passing her arm under Marinette’s to help her steadiness.
“I’m perrrrffffect!” she said in a hiccup. “Thanks to Lucia! She’s soooo strong, you knowwww?”
Kagami’s eyes narrowed at Luka, giving him chills. But soon she apologized for her friend’s behavior, bowing her head at him. She also informed him she would take her to their room and thanked him for having looked after her friend. Luka excused himself to go look for ‘Noirette’. Kagami’s eyebrows frowned at his comment and started walking with Marinette.
“See you tomorrowwww, Luciaaa. Goood niiiiiighttttt”. With an exaggerated waving salute, Marinette almost fell straight to the floor in front of the elevator. Thankfully, Kagami made it in time to prevent the accident.
"Good night, Marinette. See you tomorrow" Luka waved back, blushing at her clumsiness.
'This is bad' Luka thought. His heart beat faster than ever. ‘ This girl is too damn cute. I’m going to fall in love for real if this continues... ’ Luka shook his head to snap out of his thoughts. Time to get Adrien back.
Back at the elevator, Kagami kept looking at ‘Lucia’ with judging eyes.
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When Luka arrived at the party room he could see the girls (and Adrien) being scolded by Madam Mendeleiev. Not daring to show himself, he waited until they all returned to their respective rooms to meet with Adrien.
“Adrien! Are you ok? I saw that witch scolding you. Did you have fun at least?” Luka patted his back.
“Luka! Where were you? It was so fun until that old woman arrived… I’ve never had so much fun before! We drank, sang and played games… I love this band already. Do we really have to leave…?” Adrien mumbled, looking like he was about to cry. Luka could sympathize with his feelings.
“Sorry, Adrien. You know what will happen if your father ever finds us… I’m happy you had fun, though”
“Thanks. Where were you, by the way? I’ve been asking for you, but nothing”
“You won’t believe it! I got to spend some time with Marinette! Man, I thought I would pass out due to her cuteness. She’s too much for my heart…” Luka answered, grinning like a lovestruck fool.
“At least it went well in your case… I couldn’t even exchange a word with Kagami before she left, and she avoided my eye contact…”
“Tomorrow is going to be another day, don’t worry. It will go better next time, you'll see. Remember we have rehearsal all day tomorrow. We should sleep” Luka said, removing his wig. Adrien mimicked his action, nodding in agreement.
Suddenly, the door opened and the two men froze. ‘Oh no’
“It’s not what it looks like!” Luka screamed, followed by Adrien’s “What he just said!”
Juleka rolled her eyes from the door, going inside the room. The clueless musicians sighed in relief.
“Are you stupid? Why didn’t you lock the door before removing your wigs? Do you want to be found out when the escape just started?” she scolded them, who made apologizing puppy eyes at her. “I’m here to discuss your escape plans”
“Oh” they both responded, making Juleka sigh at their dumbness.
“It seems no one has figured out your true identity yet. The police are still looking for you in Paris and France, so you should be fine- at least for now” she informed them.
“Good thing there’s no internet or mobile phones in this story! That would make things very easy for them to spot us when we play with the band” Adrien said, more to himself or someone not present in the room than to his interlocutors.
“Ad, man, what are you talking about? What the heck is intern- whatever you said” Luka asked, confused.
“I don’t know. I had the feeling I had to mention it. Nevermind- I don’t know it either. Go on, Juleka” Adrien shrugged and let Juleka continue with her explanation.
“See? This is the band's schedule. We’re spending this week in Milan, then Verona, and then the band is going to perform in Venice. I contacted mom with my radio and she’s going to get us a motorboat ready to escape. I’ll have a radar prepared with the coordinates so we can meet in the sea with the Liberty- mom’s ship” she clarified for Adrien. ”That’s your escape plan. Make it to Venice, and it will be your win. Don’t screw it up! Understood?”
“Yes M’am!” they said in unison, doing a salute pose.
“Good. I’ll be here early in the morning for your make-up. Good night” she said, reaching for the door. “And lock the door next time” she warned before closing it.
Luka immediately hurried to lock the door and let his body finally relax and fall to the bed. “Let’s go to sleep… It’s been a long day…”
Adrien agreed, and just like that, the men fell asleep under dreams of beauties and the feeling of being chased by the demon himself.
#my fic#airip4#airipyon#fic: miraculous escape#they are stupiddd#which is fun to write#endgame lukanette#endgame adrigami#lukanette fic
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Une pour l’argent - Chapter 1
Note: This series will 18+ overall for explicit, NSFW content. However, each individual chapter will having its rating marked accordingly.
Summary: Your life has always been basic, predictable, normal. You couldn’t even deny that, at times, it was boring. The only thing in your life that was evenly remotely out-of-the-ordinary was that you were a waitress at a five-star restaurant. Well, at least it was the only different thing in your life, until that very job lead to you serving one infuriatingly attractive man. This is the story of how you inevitably became woven into the life of the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: none.
“Y/n, if you don’t get here in the next 10 seconds I swear to god you’re fired!”
You cringed, sending a charming smile at the couple at the table before swivelling on your feet and sprinting to the kitchen. The sweet aroma of over-priced food that was in a language you couldn’t pronounce swept over you as you skidded to a halt in front of your manager.
“Sometimes I wonder why I ever hired you,” he muttered, glaring at you as if you had shown up 2 hours after he on called you, not thinking that you may have been doing your job or anything.
He had only hired you because he had his last waitress ‘unexpectedly quit’ on him and needed a replacement ASAP. You happened to be walking past the restaurant when the girl stormed out, the manager trailing out beind her and calling her back. So, despite your lack of experience in five star hospitality, he offered you a job, as long as you could start right then and there.
Hah. Something told you that it was only unexpected for him that she left, not anyone else that had to put up with his neglomania and superiority complex everyday.
“We have some very important guests tonight, so make sure to do your job properly tonight. Give them everything they want, whenever they want it. Don’t let them wait for a moment, you hear me?” he demanded.
You restrained rolling your eyes, but curiousity also knawed at you. You always did your job; you showed up 15 minutes early, stayed back late whenever they needed and were a customer favourite due to your personability and kindness. Who was coming that was so important your manager was practically telling you to stay at their table?
You’re starting to think that this job wasn’t worth it, but your pay and rent would argue otherwise.
“Of course Glenn,” you responded obediently, watching his lips purse and his head nod once.
“Good, they’ll be here at 7. Now why are you still here? Get back to work!”
You hadn’t stopped since your break at 3, and your feet might as well have been on fire. You also hadn’t been able to check the time since then either and had almost completely forgot about the 7 o’clock guests. You brushed your hair behind your ear and turned toward the sound of the opening door with a smile plastered on your face, ready to greet your 800th customer of the hour.
First to enter was a copper headed man; well dressed in black slacks and a deep purple collared dress shirt. His smirking face was tilted in the direction of the person entering behind him; who, you might add, was a strikingly attractive red-headed woman in a tight black dress and heels. Her lips perfectly coordinated with her hair, but her expression and posture screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’. Then followed a beautiful brunette woman in a red and flowy halter-neck dress. You think you heard a tint of a Russian accent as she chatted to a darker skinned man who followed her. He was dressed similarly to the first entrant, but wore a goofy grin on his face. Following him was a dirty blonded, muscular specimen who adorned a sharp, neutral expression. His blue eyes coveyed his emotions, though, as they looked like he was a kind man who had seen too much. Maybe military?
If it wasn’t enough that five people had entered already, it appeared that another was coming, as army boy held open the door. You practically choked on air at the next person to enter. He was absolutely stunning. He wore acompetely black attire; black slacks, shoes, coat, undershirt and a slightly lighter toned tie. He had black slicked hair to match, but the most vibrant thing about him, you noticed, was his piercing blue eyes. They weren’t like his army friends; they were glossed, covered, cold. It made his stance, although he was already quite tall, seem intimidating. But you couldn’t help but stare at him.
Your smile had faltered, distracted by the entrancing view of his face, before you realised that he was practically in front of you. He cleared his throat and gazed into your eyes, analysing you.
“Excuse me, but we have a reservation for 7,” he released smoothly, his gaze not allowing yours to move off of his. Shit, it’s them Glenn warned you about, and you’ve already fucked up.
“Y-yes, sorry. Right this way,” you pointed at their corner table with a shaky hand before leading the way. They sat down, chatting and opening their menus. Except for him. He still hadn’t looked away from you, eyes discerning. You felt as though he could see you - all of you. And that made you nervous.
Who is this man?
His stare wouldn’t falter, and so you just had to perservere.
“To start off, would anyone like a drink?“ you smiled, looking around the table.
You started from the opposite side of him, working your way around the table and laughing at little jokes that some of them made, scribbling notes as you went. When you finally reached blue eyes, he had looked away from you. In fact, he was looking at the wall in the exact opposite direction to you, his jaw clenched. What was with him?
When it came to his turn, his head turned slowly to you, eyes starting from your feet before edging his way up to your face, but he kept silent.
You cleared your throat a little in an attempt to dissipate the sudden silence and forced a smile at him.
“And for you, sir?”
“Whiskey, straight,” he clipped before he turnedaway from you.
The night continued upwards and onwards in a similar fashion, until they had finished their meals and were starting to get heavy on the drinks. Blue eyes had been ignoring you practically the entire time, which made you oddly disappointed - had you pissed him off? By 10:50 everyone but military man and him were at least tipsy - and it was almost closing time. Your boss told you to let them know, “but do it nicely,” he’d said, “if they don’t want to go yet, don’t make them. Do what they want first.”
So here you were, standing awkwardly next the man you had decided you had annoyed somehow, about to ask him to leave. For the first time in almost 4 hours he looked at you and before you could say a thing, he nodded and stood.
“Come on, it’s time to go,” he directed at his table, moving out of the way as his companions edged themselves out, drunken laughs all the way out the door.
Kind eyes looked back at you, smiled and thanked you before heading to the door and holding it open. You turned to go back to the kitchen before you almost bumped into him.
He looked angry. Okay, now you were just getting confused and honestly a little bit frustrated with his bipolar attitude. You’d had enough.
“Excuse me, sir, but I have to clean up. Enjoy your night,” you mocked, staring him dead in the eye before making a move to go around him before he held out an arm blocking your path. You noticed a slight smirk graced his features.
How’d you not realise he was a solid 6”1 before? You felt tiny all of a sudden, and you tried not to cower.
He craned his neck down to your ear, lips almost grazing. “Watch it doll, you don’t want to piss me off,” he whispered, before handing something to you. It was a piece of paper. Well two, actually; one was a $100 bill and the other was an address.
He nodded toward the card, “If you need anything, call this number. I’ll send a car to pick you up from home at 6pm tomorrow. Don’t worry about your boss, I’ll tell him to let you have the night off. Oh and please wear something semi-formal for me doll, if you could. Oh, and the names James - James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky,” He asked, grazing his fingers lightly along your shoulder as he walked away.
You turned to watch him, dumbfounded. His hands slipped into his dress slacks, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter; sitting it between his lips before casually striding out of the door.
You had so many questions: how did he know where you lived? How could he know that you’d actually get in the car? When he’d left, you’d had a closer look lat the card. You’d nearly choked on air. You knew that his name was familiar, but now it made sense.
The card belonged to Winter Corporate, one of the largest and most successful trading companies in the world.
If only they were just a trading company. Nope, that’s just Winter Corporate’s public facade; but everyone knows that, in reality, they’re the most powerful Mafia and weapons traffickers in the entire freaking country. Oh, but to place the cherry on top of the cake, they also happen to be run by one James Buchanan Barnes. The same man who just asked you out.
Shit.
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