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yanderederee · 1 year

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Im Rooting for You..!

April24th, 2004

a/n: no trigger warnings!! Mostly fluffy!! <333 this was my first attempt at Baji removing his nerd disguise, but it got buried and I forgot ab it!

Before… › here! › After!

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“Say.. Baji,” you said, almost in a whisper.

You’ve been tutoring Baji for about three months now. He was doing well, well enough that he could get by without your paid support. Yet…

Even knowing this, you wanted to stay by his side, and know more about him.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Baji. He was gentle, considerate, dutiful, passionate — well, that aside…

You just weren’t ready to part ways. Not yet, at least.

There was just one thing bothering you.

These three months, you felt as though there was a huge part of Baji you still hadn’t met yet. Like he was only showing you a mask of a person.

You wanted to see who Baji Keisuke really was. Behind the thick rim glasses, behind the suppressed persona he claimed to be.

“Why… don’t you drop the act, around me..?” You asked, forced and meek.

You tried to maintain an aura of composure. Baji could sense that.

He picked up on your little mannerisms so easily now. The glasses actually ended up being a blessing, he was soon to realize. You could never tell when he stared at you, or read him quite right.

They kept you curious. He liked that growing curiosity of yours, and wasn’t sure if he was ready to give in so easily.

“What act?” He feigned jokingly, maintaining his composure without neglecting his handwriting over the latest study packet.

You gave your best glare, which only came off as a pout, crossing your arms passive aggressively. “Fine.” You sighed sarcastically, heaving yourself from your seat.

He realized quickly you were packing up for the day. “If you’re going to keep pretending around me, then keep it that way. I’m leaving. ”

What did you mean by that? What the hell made you so mad all of a sudden?

“Leave? I still don’t understand h—“ he tried to weave his way back into your usual groove, but you looked back at him with a somewhat… hurt expression, stopping all brain function he had.

The hell were you looking at him like that for?

“Baji.. I’ve done by duty as a tutor. If…. If that’s all I will be to you, then I …” you said shakily, having to pause a moment to maintain your poise composure.

“If you’re worried about how I’ll react to knowing the real you, please, stop. I want to be your friend. A real friend to you. I don’t want to keep pretending like I don’t notice the way you act differently around me.”

Your face was getting warmer and warmer, the more embarrassing things you were saying.

You weren’t planning to spill your heart out, this type of honesty was beyond your comfort, so why couldn’t you stop?

“Whoever you turn out to be, I would proudly stand beside you. S-so,”

“Wait,” Baji stopped you, voice stern and face completely hidden from view.

Baji knew why he’d kept who he really was from you for so long. He wasn’t a coward, he wasn’t hiding behind a mask because he thought you were shallow enough to shun him.

He was hiding because as soon as you got wrapped up in Toman, your life could be at risk.

Having no way to fight or protect yourself, being associated with Toman would only make you a walking target. Being involved with a gang was unpredictable. Some real sick fucks roamed these streets.

There’s no telling what one miscalculation would result in your inevitable pain.

Emma, Mikey’s own sister, had been held at knifepoint more than once. Attacks against her have been made more than Baji even knew. But no matter what, Mikey was always there to protect her and ensure her safety.

Could Baji say the same? He wasn’t sure if that was a promise he could keep. Baji is protective by nature, but throwing you into that life without giving you fair warning would be cowardly.

It was easier to end what wasn’t meant to continue.

“It doesn’t matter if you accept me or not.” He felt himself fall into poker face, acting harshly neutral. “I won’t let you throw yourself in my life just cause it seems fun. Our crowds don’t walk the same streets, y/n.” He hissed, hardened eyes hiding behind the thick rims.

Baji has never used this tone with you before.

You were bound to be scared of him now, (right?).

“I respect how smart you are, but you’re looking to get yourself killed. I won’t be apart of it.” He said finally, his things gathered and stature towering over you when he walked past you and out the door.

You didn’t even get a word in before he was slamming the door behind him.

It hurt to swallow, but he kept telling himself that he was doing the right thing, keeping you at arms length.

He wasn’t smart. He didn’t stop Kazutora before he made that irreversible mistake— to shoulder so much guilt. Baji hasn’t noticed that the bike shop Kazutora led him to was Shin’s shop. If he was just a little smarter and noticed that obvious thing, he could have saved Shin—- saved Kazutora!

… This is how he saves you, right?

This was fine, this was the intended outcome. Baji could self study from now on.

To hide this gnawing guilt, he buried it deep, deep, deep down.

Toman has a fight tonight after all.

The perfect stress relief.

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Chifuyu had always wanted to be a wingman, and after he realized Baji’s crush on you, he was eager to spring into action. You were innocent and cute, opinionated yet kind. Quick witted and perceptive. Chifuyu knew you were struggling to keep your patience with Baji.

That’s why, when Baji made his dramatic exit, Chifuyu’s snooping-self quickly snuck in to evaluate the damage. And just as he’d guessed, you were left flabbergasted and flooded with frustrated tears.

“P-please wait! Before you judge him too harshly, let me speak!” He stammered. He’d never spoke more than a few pleasantries to you before now, yet there he was, desperately trying to make a case in Baji’s defense.

It took a little explaining, but without giving too much of the situation away, Chifuyu had managed to get you to agree to follow him. He promised on his life that he was trust worthy, and honestly, you believed him.

So that’s how you found yourself in audience of a bunch of thugs gathered for mischief just ahead of you. A long row of motorbikes rangling the boys into formation.

You weren’t sure where to spot Baji, his dead give away glasses being no where in sight. Still, Chifuyu promised that if you kept your eye out for his own blonde bowl cut, you’d spot Baji not far behind.

Before you could get a proper gander, you noticed two thugs from each opposing side came to the middle of the parking lot to speak, before ultimately calling for war.

You had guessed Baji was associated with some kind of shady pass time, as he did have a very intimidating presence, and he often boasting about his excellent skill of martial arts. To think he would put it to use like this was… <3

As you stood watching the scene unfold, you took a moment to consider if your lack of shock at the situation playing out should concern you or not. Were you more desensitized, or impressed….

You were taken out of that train of thought when a deafening roar almost shook the ground you stood. A scream that loud could only be made by a rage filled monster. And rage filled it was, Baji Keisuke’s patience had finally ran out, unable to swallow back that guilt he pushed so far deep. All the vulnerable sides of him he accidentally let you see—- revealed in those rare moment of gentle hand touches and kindness you gave him unconditionally.

He knew Your gentle hands would become soiled before long. His bruised knuckles would start to stain you.

Forgetting about you was for your best interest.

His hair was uncontainable, hair-tie snapping before the fight had even begun. His eyes were piercing and sharp, ferocious and merciless to anyone who met his gaze.

He stood out like a wild beast amongst helpless prey.

Baji wielded a wicked grin that took up most of his face, screaming out insult after curse as his fists broke skin and bone alike. He was ferocious. Unstoppable and feral.

It was normal to run in fear of such a creature, yet you….<33

“Hey hey hey! What’ve we got here?” Sing-songed a delinquent who did not share the same black and gold uniform your classmates had on.

No one noticed this interaction at first, but your shrill shriek seemed to alert others tenfold. It was an unspoken rule that if there’s a girl’s scream, you intervene.

“I don’t recognize that school uniform, what’re you spyin around us for huh? Want in on the action?” The delinquent held you in place between your collar and the wall behind you, his grip harsh enough to rip some of the cloth.

Any do-gooder would easily have stepped in to put the sicko in his place, for pulling an uninvolved girl into a beef like this one, but no one dared move.

Because there was a sick, cold, heavy air that swept the parking lot. A nauseous feeling that made any man back down. Everyone felt it. And Toman knew damn well to get the Hell out of Baji Keisuke’s way.

Chifuyu let out a yelp when he noticed he had pretty much made you a hostage, putting you directly in harms way. But you wanted to see who the real Baji Keisuke was so badly, and Chifuyu didn’t mean for it to turn out like this— and no amount of reason would spare Chifuyu from the beating he was sure to receive once Baji learned the truth of how you ended up here in the first place.

But with having no further context, Baji’s intense rage was fueled with worry for your safety. ‘Why the hell is she here? Did she follow me or something?’

Baji spat, dead focus not leaving your squirming form. The way you squirmed in the offenders grasp seriously made him feel like puking. The way your eyes desperately darted around to look for him broke his heart. So helpless, so scared… Any bit of restraint he had left suddenly no longer existed.

“Baldys got a death wish, eeeehhhhh?!” Baji graveled his most intimidating roar as the distance became shorter and shorter, reaching your side at sound-breaking speed.

Before the bold delinquent who had a hold on you could react, he was already being slung backwards. Gravity corrected you quickly, and you hissed when your knees met the ground below. Baji’s attention was solely focused on killing this stupid sack of shit.

Chifuyu came following after, helping you to your feet as you stare in awe. “C-come on, let’s get you somewhere safe-“ he tried guiding you toward an escape route, but you refused.

You remained rooted in place while you watched Baji wail on the poor guy. The force of his punches shook the offending delinquent’s whole body, head to toe. Punch after punch, his fists grew bloody.

Minutes passed, and the man before you had long lost consciousness. Still, Baji’s assault remained uninterrupted.

Surely he had lost feeling in his hands by now. The skin on his fist couldn’t even be identified as skin anymore, painted and dripping red.

You knew that when that block head was lost in thought, like he was now, you could never get his attention with words.

When you would study together, and he’d all but forgotten your presence, the only way to get his attention…

So, unfaltering, you laid one hand along the back of the blood stained monster protecting you. Without fear, you gently wrapped your other hand around his wrist. Immediately he froze.

The night was silent. Your lone whisper broke the tense atmosphere. “Baji,”

Finally getting his attention, Baji slowly turned his head to look you face to face. Eye to eye.. as though it really was for the first time.

Damn the ‘love at first sight‘ troupe. Baji called bullshit since preschool. But there was no better way to describe the unfamiliar feeling growing in his stomach.

Your expression was angel-like. Smile as kind as the heavens, moved with emotion. Looking him in the eye for the first time was also sending you into a vulnerable state. It was so pleasant feeling.

Baji couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. You were literally stealing the breath out of his lungs.

Were you getting closer? Why did it feel like one side of his face was being cradled? Wait, were you—-

Your body moved on it’s own, unable to restrain yourself, until the very last second.

Baji could feel the gentle sigh of your breath against his lips, any sudden movement could mean life or death. He took a sharp breath in, but by the time he gathered his bearings, you weren’t kissing him like he thought you might, not on the lips at least.

Your lips gently rested on his sweat and blood stained forehead.

You parted, created distance shyly, and tried to glare at Baji. But it was impossible.

“I like the way you fight. Give it your all, Keisuke. You have to do well on tomorrow’s test, s-so try not to hit your head too much.” You quickly lectured, softly punching his shoulder, before awkwardly backing away. Grossly aware of your surroundings now, having All eyes on you was not a good feeling.

“U-um, anyway..! I’ll be rooting for you, s-so don’t lose!”

Baji hated thinking about his future.

But god. Damn.

He did know one thing.

You would be the death of him.

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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doing asks publicly makes me so nervous but i'm gonna do it anywayssss. i sent you a couple of asks but you said you didn't get it so im gonna send you this one that i've been thinking about for a hot minute-- i think its really cute like omgmgggg ANYWAYS

sevika with a younger (20s) vampire reader who watches her from afar and leaves her really pretty vintage looking gifts, romantic poems, and cute love notes? basically just the reader leaving stuff that sevi takes an interest in!! i'd love for this to be with a black reader if possible <3

this is so cuteeee!!

a quick note and disclaimer before we start! i don't know much about vampire lore, just the very basic stuff, so i apologize if this isn't the exact vampire vibe you were hoping for, or if i get some things wrong, i'm mostly just guessing hahah. also! i'm white, and i'll try my best to make this an obviously black reader without shoving it down your throat, but if i get anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away :)

men and minors dni

zaun is a great place for a vampire to live. sunlight rarely reaches the low levels of the city, leaving you free to roam whenever you want, day or night.

additionally, the abundance of crime and violence, as well as the lack of any real help from piltover, means that the occasional dead body (both human and animal) with puncture wounds in their necks go relavitely unnoticed.

it's these reasons that made you decide to settle down in zaun for a while.

it's sevika that made you decide to stay.

you've never met the woman, at least not traditionally, but that doesn't mean you don't know her.

the first time the two of you crossed paths was one late night in the dingy streets of the lanes.

you were starving, out searching for a rat or cat or maybe even a man harassing some poor girl to sink your fangs into. you had wandered away from your usual haunts and toward the newly re-furbished 'last drop.'

rumor had it that the new owner had some shady dealings on the side. you figured it'd be a good as place as any to catch a scumbag in action, or maybe find someone so drugged out on shimmer they wouldn't notice waking up the next morning with a pint of blood or so missing.

as you approached the bar, the few stragglers out this late grew into a rambunctious crowd. you grinned, ducking into a dark alley, licking your lips in anticipation of your next meal.

it took no time at all for you to find your target. a crowd was standing outside the bar, laughing and goofing off as they played with a handful of dice and passed around some cigars and joints. a girl in the crowd kept winning, and you watched as one of the men she was with grew more and more irritated as she continued to pick up her winnings.

the second he put his hand on her in an attempt to pull her back and backhand her, your fangs descended, knowing you'd found your guy. you ducked out of the alley, reaching out to grab the man by the bicep and pull him toward a shadowy corner.

but before you could touch him, he was being harshly pulled away from the young woman and thrown on the pavement.

you paused in the mouth of the alleyway, watching with increasing interest as a tall, strong woman towered over the man, glaring down at him.

she was smirking. you found yourself smirking too.

"what did i tell you about hitting women in my bar?" she rasped out. the man on the pavement beneath her pissed himself, his pants quickly growing dark as he shook in fear. the crowd he was with had dispersed, but a few eyes were watching and shaking their heads in admonishment of the man.

"i-i'm not in the bar sevika, we're outside!" the pathetic man cried. the woman above him laughed, and you watched in fascination as a blade slowly descended from her red poncho. he squealed.

"i swear i won't do it again!" he tried, scrambling away on his back as he tried to evade the woman. she smiled down at him, chuckling as she shook her head.

"no." she said. "you won't."

in a flash, the blade at her side swung down across his neck.

your stomach growled as the smell of blood drifted over to where you hid, and your loins stirred as you watched the woman keep eye contact with the man until his sputtering and twitching halted, and he died. she spat beside him, then turned to walk back into the bar. her bar, apparently.

when no one was looking, you quickly drug the body to the alleyway. his neck was tattered, but you were able to get a pretty decent feed by draining his arms at his wrists.

and after cleaning your mouth, relishing in the warmth quickly pumping through your body, you entered the bar, and spent the rest of the night in a dark corner, your eyes trained on the strong woman as she made rounds around the bar, occasionally pausing to join a game of cards or drink a whiskey.

since then, you've spent almost every night watching her.

you've learned a lot about her since you started watching her. like how in public, while she's at work, she carries herself around with a straight spine and no-nonsense attitude. but while she's at home, alone in her apartment, she's softer. she likes reading, especially romance novels. and she trades out her whiskey for a sweet white wine when she's really into a book.

she sleeps on her side, facing the door like she's ready for the first sound of danger. there have been a few times that she's left her window cracked and you've carefully floated in through her curtains, hovering beside her as you watch her breathe.

you've touched her once, running your finger down the pretty blue scars on her face. she had shifted and murmured, but hadn't woken up, seemingly not finding your presence threatening.

she smells incredibly fucking tantalizing.

not in the way humans usually smell attractive-- like blood and sweat and life. no, she smells better. she smells warm.

warm like whiskey and vanilla wraps for her cigarillos. warm like the brown sugar body wash she uses, warm like the wool of her favorite poncho.

you swore to yourself you wouldn't act on your attraction. you swore to yourself you'd just watch-- not interact.

but then, one night as you were watching sevika eat a cold, lonely dinner in her apartment, she broke down into tears.

your heart broke. you almost revealed yourself to her, just to wrap her up in your arms and press a kiss to her head.

and when she went to sleep that night, you just had to do something to make her feel a little better.

you quickly rushed down the street to the convenience store down the street, and bought the biggest bag of cheesy chips you could find. (you've watched the woman back away cheesy chips like she was preparing for hibernation-- you knew she'd like them.)

you left them on her welcome mat.

(and though you weren't there to see it, the next morning while sevika was leaving for work and she tripped over the bag, she stared at them in confusion for about three minutes, before a soft, sweet smile pulled up at the corners of her lips.)

the next night, when you came back to watch her through her window, you were thrilled to find the bag of chips half empty and sitting on her counter.

since then, you've given up on any and all semblance that you wouldn't interact with the woman.

your gifts have gotten increasingly intense.

they started with little snacks and trinkets left on her doorstep. but after the first time you saw her reaction, a little happy smile when she opened the door to a chocolate candy bar, your heart soared, and you gave up on keeping your gifts casual.

you started leaving bottles of her favorite whiskey.

then, the wine she sneaks when she's alone.

she was hesitant to open it. it sat on her counter for a week, like she was suspicious of the gift. but, eventually, she gave in and cracked the bottle open.

once she got used to her bottles, you took it up another notch. flowers from time to time. ointments and balms for all the cuts and bruises she's always coming home with. scented candles for her home, more blankets for her bed. (she's always shivering.)

one day you notice the shoelaces in her boots are fraying and old. so you bring her new ones.

one evening, you watch as she finished her smutty novel, then pout at her bookshelves when she realizes she's already read everything else on it. you bought her a series she didn't own yet.

you've even taken to getting dolled up before your nightly visits to her apartment, like she'll see you.

you feel ridiculous each time you apply your body butter and lay down your baby hairs just to watch a woman who doesn't know you exist sleep for a few hours, but you can't help yourself from the compulsion.

it's only when you start using her bodywash scent in your shower so you can always smell a bit like her that you finally admit to yourself that you might be a little bit in love with the woman.

just a little bit. (right?)

you start reading her romance novels in your free time, renting them out from the library and tearing through them in hours.

you're thrilled to find that all of them happen to feature two female leads.

you're also struck by the fact that her favorites-- the ones she reaches for time and time again-- all feature some sort of love letter confession.

so you make a plan.

it goes like this:

on week one, you start signing your presents with a simple "your secret admirer."

on week two, you leave a rose with every offering you bring.

(sevika keeps them all, hanging them upside down from her window so they preserve themselves.)

on week three, you start adding little notes to your gifts.

"your smile takes my breath away" (even though you don't really breathe anymore.)

"i hope silco doesn't piss you off today" (even though he pisses her off every day.)

"i wish i could sleep beside you every night" (even though you don't need sleep. you'd just like to hold her, protect her from whatever she's so scared of.)

and then, on week four, you decide to give her a letter. a full blown, totally honest confession about everything she's made you feel these past few months.

only-- something happens.

the night before you're meant to deliver the letter on her front mat, you feed off of a street rat. rat blood isn't nearly as satisfying as human blood, but you like to avoid actual murder when you can.

but this rat must have been poisoned, because you wake up with lead in your stomach and a hangover you haven't had since you turned.

you've accidentally ingested rat poison before. and while nothing can technically kill you, a whole lot of shit can make you horrifically sick until the blood works it's way out of your system.

so you have to put the plan on hold for a week.

on day one, you just lie in bed in agony.

on day two, you start shivering.

on day three, you manage to vomit up whatever of the blood remains in your stomach.

and today, day four, you wake up crying.

you miss sevika. as stupid as it sounds, she's been the most entertaining part of your life in... centuries.

and you can't see her. and you can't give her your letter. because you pass out each time you try to walk farther from the bed to the bathroom.

you groan at the ceiling as your stomach rumbles again.

"being a vampire fucking sucks!" you cry to your cat. she purrs in your lap and you sigh. "i can't eat food, i can't go in the sun, i've got all these stupid heightened senses-- and what's the point of being immortal if i can still get fucking sick?" you cry. your cat opens one eye to glare at you for interrupting her nap, before she rises and jumps down from your bed, running away.

"and now you're abandoning me in my time of need!" you wail after your cat.

there's a knock at the door.

you groan as you crawl out of bed-- your body is too weak to do any sort of flying right now-- and wander into the living room.

you're certain it's a neighbor, here to yell at you again for yelling at your cat.

but when you swing open the door, you almost pass out at the sight of sevika smirking on your doorstep.

you scream, leaping backwards, quickly snatching a blanket off the couch to wrap around your three day old soiled pajamas, and then gasp when you remember you have your bonnet on.

you reach up to pull it off-- then think better of it, knowing your hair's likely a mess beneath it. you haven't taken it off in days.

"uh." you squeak. sevika smiles at you.

"hey." she says. you blink, reaching up to rub your eyes, certain this is a poison induced hallucination. it's not, apparently.

"uh." you say again. sevika chuckles, then makes to enter your apartment.

"the rule is that vampires gotta ask to come inside your home, not the other way around, right?" she asks as she steps over the threshold to your apartment. you gulp.

"uhm..." you say, backing up until your back hits a wall.

sevika looks down at herself and shrugs. "i look fine. i guess i was right." she says. you squeak, and she smirks up at you. "i've missed you, y'know. got used to your little gifts." she says.

you gulp and blink again, trying to clear the apparition before you. sevika remains.

"today's the fourth day in a row i haven't heard from my secret admirer-- i got worried for you." she says.

you clear your throat and search for words. nothing comes up. eventually, you manage to say something, a shaky, nervous, "h-how?"

sevika grins.

"c'mon. i'm second in command to the eye of zaun, babe, i got eyes and ears everywhere."

"w-when--?" you try again. sevika laughs.

"since your first gift. i knew i felt someone watching me outside my window, i felt like i was going fucking crazy! then you left those cheesy chips, and i realized maybe whoever was watching me wasn't a threat." she says.

you squeak again, and sevika giggles.

"plus, i caught you a couplea times." she says. "you're not as stealthy as you think you are."

you pass out.

when you wake up, sevika's sitting on your couch, your head in her lap, your cat in yours. she smiles down at you. "welcome back." she says. you groan.

"this is humiliating." you mumble as you try to sit up. sevika keeps you pinned to her lap with a hand to your shoulder and you're too weak to fight her off.

"it's cute." she says with a shrug.

"i've been stalking you!" you say. she just laughs again.

"yeah, but you're cute. and harmless. and-- i'm not sure, but i've read a couple vampire romances-- isn't this your freaky way of courting me?" she asks. you groan at the cheesy wording but nod anyways.

"yeah." you mumble. sevika just chuckles.

it's quiet for a few minutes, and then sevika reaches down to grab your hand. "well..." she says. you blink up at her in confusion. "are you gonna court me or what?" she asks. you blink.

"wha-- seriously?!" you ask. she nods and shrugs.

"gimmie your best shot." she says. you smile, the horrible sickness in your body fading as a giddy feeling starts bubbling up in your stomach. you rise from the couch, rushing to your room to grab the letter, then running back into the living room, thrusting the letter into her hands. "i know you like corny love letters-- it's in all your favorite books." you admit shyly as you hand it to her. she grins.

"you read my books?"

"not yours. copies from the library." you say, shrugging. sevika smiles, then opens the letter.

it's quiet as her eyes scan the pages, the same little furrow in her brow coming up that always appears when she reads.

you bite back a gasp. you've never seen it so close-up before. she's so fucking beautiful, you have to clench your hands at your side to keep from reaching out and touching her.

when she's done, she looks up from your letter with tears in her eyes. you gulp.

"are you okay?" you ask. she swipes her eyes and nods.

"y-yeah." she whispers, a little waver in her voice. you melt, sinking back down on the couch beside her and wrapping your arms around her like you've been dying to do for months now.

sevika laughs in your arms, wrapping hers back around you then hissing when she feels how cold you are. you giggle.

sevika pulls away after a moment, her eyes locked on your lips.

"so... tell me about those fangs of yours." she says. you blink.

"w-what about them?" you ask.

"like, are they always descended or can you control it or...?" she asks. you gulp and shrug.

"i can control it." you say. she smiles.

"so, if i was to kiss you right now, you wouldn't slice my lip off by accident?" she asks. you laugh disbelievingly, then you scoot away from her.

"i--i'm sick." you say. she laughs.

"yeah, i gathered." she says, pointing at your wrinkled clothes and the bags under your eyes. "vampire sickness can't transfer to humans though." she says. you scoff.

"how do you know?" you ask. she shrugs and chuckles.

"i don't, i just really want to kiss you."

you gulp, a shaky sigh escaping your lips, before you tentatively lean forward and press your lips against sevika's.

she hums against you, and then she reaches out, grabs you by your pajama shirt, and hauls you into her lap. you squeak against her lips, and she licks into your mouth, moaning against you.

when she pulls away, you gulp at the powerful, fast pounding of her heart that you can hear from beside her.

"woah." you whisper. she smiles. "so... is that a yes?" you ask, referring to your letter. sevika snorts and lets out a bright laugh, and your heart fucking melts.

"definitely a yes, baby." she says, swooping in to kiss you again.

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rosiefemme · 6 months

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it is wild - WILD - how fast ppl seemed to have forgotten abt the Floyd/Taylor protests in 2020 despite how the world reacted to seeing just one community unapologetically fight against the system.

for context, i was living in the thick of it that summer. it was not at all what people outside of the cities think it was. it was occupation. there were tanks and armed soldiers roaming our streets and outside our capital building. our cities were held hostage by our military and the threats lasted for weeks.

and this is not even an ounce of what people in palestine are going through, but it stems from the same source. white supremacy comes in many forms. the israeli government ordering strike after strike on gaza and your local cop brutalizing black community members at random serve the same purpose: maintaining control of the masses by protecting whiteness and hoarding wealth.

their violence is calculated and purposeful. people are targeted by the perceived profit of their life and land. im so grateful to those who are fighting the good fight, no matter how much it jeopardizes them.

and im forever proud of my cities for what we accomplished that summer, i hope it is driving people to get involved today. the blm movement and the free palestine movement go hand in hand. and we will all see liberation in our lifetimes.

#blm #free palestine #gaza

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65 Sam wip sounds inch resting 👀

Im assuming ur talking abt "65 sam small thing", and that ones barely anything, just a little scene i thought of

Blindspot sits on a rooftop above a streetlight, resting for a moment. He exhales and stretches, and takes in his surroundings. Watching the streets, a child and a taller person- young adult?- walk below his ledge. The child whines and yawns, and their- parent? Sibling?- smiles and scoops them up, making them yelp and giggle. Sam's brows furrow, and he knows he should be on his way.

His invisibility allows him a slight freedom, though. If anyone could see him he'd carry on, leave and find his next target or continue roaming the streets or go home. But no one can see him, and so he allows himself to pause and stare. Something about it confuses him- how long ago was it that he was like that? Happy, nice, normal. Not long, not long at all. He tilts his head to one side, silently dumbfounded. It'd been a year? Maybe? Sam was never the best at keeping track of dates. A year and it was all already so alien to him. He remembers his sister, he remembers his mother and how she used to care for him, and he remembers it all ending. He cannot imagine anything like happiness- well, no, he can. He's happy a good amount of the time, he finds joy in his work, both kinds, and he finds joy in time with Matt, and he finds joy in terrorizing gwen. But softness. Softness has left him.

He watches the pair until he can no longer make them out amidst the deep darkness of the night, transfixed by what he can no longer have or understand. It doesn't take long, and he stares at where they once were. Then he pushes air out through his nose, and leaps to the next roof over. And the next, and the next, and the next.

#i wrote this a while ago and im not sure how i feel abt it #its like little things idk #radar writing #mewtuals #asks

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all -5's please!

thanks for asking anon! before y'all continue reading this, i want to warn y'all that it gets heavy at points, as aster lore often does. i put warnings before each triggering topic followed by dots in case you want to avoid reading those responses! happy learning 💜

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

cans all the way!!! super cold soda cans have the best carbonation... soda bottles go next! i find once you've poured the soda into any sort of cup a lot of the carbonation goes away with it and i dont like that >:(

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

bold of you to assume my dyspraxic ass was good at anything during pe. i have very little upper body strength (even after years of gymnastics conditioning trying to build it up), and i couldn't catch or throw a ball until i was like 15 bc my shoulders like to dislocate whenever i use them djnnfnn. also didnt realize until i was an adult that my eyes have totally different prescriptions so my depth perception was garbage the first 20 years of my life which is probably why my left eye is lazy now 😭

but once high school hit and i was able to do gymnastics for all my pe credits thru my homeschool program i did great! lmao

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

ok i know ayn rand is disgusting but anthem kind of changed my life when i first read it. id never seen a writing style like that before and i honestly think it influenced my own writing style a lot!!!!

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my laptop! i cant handwrite anymore after my arm injury and writing was already pretty hard before that bc my fine motor skills.... are not so good. learning to type opened up a whole new world for me, im a pro at it now!

25. first song you remember hearing?

is it super weird if i say "a cruel angel's thesis", the neon genesis evangelion theme song? one of my first memories is hearing that song and watching that anime. i was probably like three? Thats Not For Children Mom. but i mean. i guess i turned out ok (lmao) so its FINE!

30. places that you find sacred?

empty beaches. especially when its a little cold out. the ocean seems to stretch endlessly and you can feel the sand between your toes and everything is so quiet and loud at the same time. and then the sun goes down and the tide rises and you're just a little convinced its gonna swallow you right up. you feel so small.

the louisiana bayou at night. it feels like you shouldn't be there. there are spirits roaming the streets. one day when i being babysat at my mom's friend's house i looked out the window and saw a pair of glowing red eyes. i'm not sure if anyone believed me.

35. average time you fall asleep?

that is a LOADED question lol! my sleeping schedule is so weird bc im just now being treated for bipolar after years of being in denial about it and i have a delayed sleep phase + severe sleep apnea. so uhhh. really depends. but when i just follow what my body wants and don't worry about responsibilities i usually pass out around 3/4 am and wake up around 3-5 pm.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

drugs m, pregnancy loss m

when i was 12 i nearly skipped another grade and went straight to high school instead of grade 8. i would have stuck with it too, but i was being bullied really heavily at my school (partially bc i was considered a prodigy i guess). it was a small alternative school that encouraged weed smoking. i once found a bud on a desk and everyone tried to act like i wouldnt know what it was even though my mom grew weed medically when i was growing up and supplied like. the entire midwest or whatever. but i went along with it because i didn't want to put a target on us. *shrugs* middle school was hard for me lol. i eventually left the school because the principal mentioned my mom's recent miscarriage in front of everyone. between that and the bullying i just couldn't deal anymore i guess.

the school ended up being closed a year later because of shady stuff. my mom and i kinda saw it as karma i guess

sorry! that story is kind of a bummer!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

ohhhh i think... i think i love science fiction and fantasy equally! especially stuff that weaves the two together, so like science fiction with fantasy elements or fantasy with science fiction explanations! superhero stuff is great too ofc!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

😳 i dont... remember .... djdnfn my memory is mostly blank spaces tbh..but recently! fandom shitposts i think!

55. favorite fairy tale?

rapunzel hits hard. also the little mermaid.... yeah

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

oh defs slice of life! but like... a slice of life that romanticizes the mundane 💜 there's so much beauty in normal things. ive had such a strange life that i kind of cling to it i think

65. any permanent scars?

a facet of my ehlers danlos syndrome is that i scar easily, and that the scarring is often abnormal and extensive. pretty much every open wound i have ever had has left a scar on me.

the biggest ones i can list: (tw for abuse mentioned, an allusion to self harm (im ok now))

the discoloration on my right foot from stepping into a pot of boiling water when i was an infant

the gouge on my knee when i fell on it walking when i was 4

the eye shaped scar i have on my right hand from touching a lightbulb when i was 8 (idk what i expected lol)

the place where my bone chipped when i fell out of a tree house when i was 11/12

another gouge on the same knee from falling between the tumble track and the floor when i was 13

the four inch long and inch 1/2 wide flat keloid on my left arm that i have from the surgery to repair my broken arm from where they inserted a titanium plate and screws when i was 15 and the inch long keloid i have from where they tried to insert a rod instead (bone was too misshapen, they did surgery too late)

various scars that i dont wanna say where they came from, but im extremely mentally ill so u can probably guess

the keloid i have on my right arm from my mom biting me when i was 17

another burn mark on my right arm from dropping a glass jar of queso hot from the microwave (again, idk what i expected -_-)

70. left or right handed?

left handed! but i can use my right for most thinks since my left never fully regained function. i still hold a needle and write with my left hand but everything else i can now do with my right!

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i mean. i must've been six? i remember my mom kept all my baby teeth in a little unicorn resin jar. i wonder if she still has it 🤔

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!!!! i live for glamour 💕

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!!!! love fairy tales, but theres just something about things people have Believed in. its so special to me. so sacred.

90. luckiest mistake?

something really scary happened last year and the police got involved. i was determined to not be at fault, but im so lucky that no one got hurt and that the person who could have blamed me was on my side and advocated for me 🥺💜

95. favorite app on your phone?

mmmm probably either Hellsite (affectionate) or picsart. i love picsart so much. MEME EDITING??? ON MY PHONE... immaculate

so sorry this got so heavy at points x.x

#go ask aster #aster.exe

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Safe Haven

Hey guys! So a little backstory for this imagine, I randomly had a dream about this scenario with EZ and as soon as I woke up I was like “I gotta write that!” so here we are! Also just want to add how I really miss Mayans MC and my bois and I can’t wait for season 3 to come out🥰! Okay that’s pretty much it other than I hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s long or doesn’t flow well (I feel like it kinda seems rushed and towards the end doesn’t sound the best, but then again that might just be me being overly critical of myself 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol).

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, mentions of blood (very tiny), fluff mixed in throughout though

Sunlight beaming down from the small window above your bed, EZ slowly opens his eyes to see your still figure lying next to him. Hand placed just below his newest tattoo marking the birth of your son and leg draped over his, he gently brings you closer taking in the coconut scent of your lotion still radiating off your skin from last night.

Living a life like his, rarely could he experience peaceful mornings just lying down hearing the birds chirp outside, so he made sure to appreciate every second of it that he could.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?! YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW YOU’RE LYING?!??!!”

Barely muffled shouting from your neighbors coming through the walls, EZ rolls his eyes with a soft groan while you begin to wake up.

“They’re arguing again?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes as a yawn slips from your mouth.

“Yea they just started.”

“Well, it could be worse. They could’ve started at one in the morning like last time,” you softly laugh grazing your thumb along his cheekbone. Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles before leaning down to give the same attention to your pouted lips. Slightly calloused yet soft hand gripping your thigh, you push against his chest separating his lips from yours.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know exactly what,” you smirk. “Today we’re supposed to go get more diapers for Omari and more food for my fridge since someone and his brother keep eating everything.”

“That’s all on Angel, I know how to limit myself. And your leg was draped over me so really I should be the one telling you don’t start,” he chuckles kissing your jaw as you stick your tongue out at him. Sitting up, you carefully step over him to make your way to the bathroom.

“Whatever, I can’t help how I sleep Ezekiel.” Closing the door behind you, a wide smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head. While the use of his full name was only reserved for his father and brother, the way it rolled off your tongue made him want to hear you say it all day.

Swinging his legs over the side, he stretches before hearing the soft cries of his eight month old son in the other room. Quickly putting on his white tank and boots, his long legs guide him to the wooden crib in the next room. Tiny arms reaching between the bars, he carefully lifts him up to bounce him in his arms.

“Hey man, annoying neighbors woke you up too huh?” Reaching in his crib, he removes an older looking stuffed bunny with different sized buttons for eyes and a random patterned patch sewn on its belly. “Look what I got.”

Calming down, his hands roam around it’s face fixated on the black point that was its nose. “That patch was because your uncle Angel decided to keep throwing him at the ceiling fan seeing if he would stay on the blade. Don’t ever let him play with your toys ok?,” he smiles kissing the top of his head.

Like every event in his life, he could vividly remember everything that happened that day. Him begging Angel to stop. His hard headed older brother not listening until cotton fell from above. His mother calming him down insisting how it could be fixed as she smoothed his dark hair before kissing his forehead.

It may sound weird, but every time he saw that bunny he felt his mom’s presence as if he was back to that day sitting in her lap watching as she sewed his friend back together. That’s one reason why he wanted his son to have it, so his abuela would be with him.

Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to see you suspiciously looking towards the door instantly making him worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just thought I heard someone stop in front of the door,” you answer taking one last glance towards the front of your apartment. “It’s nothing though, they probably just paused for a second.”

Handing Omari to you, he approaches the door looking out the peephole before opening it to peak outside making sure no one was hanging around.

“Something like that happens again and I’m not here, call me.”

“I doubt-,”

“I’m serious Y/N.” Locking the door behind him he walks up to you and your babbling son peering down with dark brown eyes that were stern enough to know he meant business, yet still displayed their usual softness showing it was out of love for you and Omari that he was being so protective.

“Okay,” you answer; soon after feeling his beard brush against your skin as he pecks your lips.

———

“Ready to go to the park love?”

Bringing the diaper bag higher on your opposite shoulder, you balance your baby boy on your hip as you lock your door. Just as you turn around, you’re faced with three men patiently waiting while two of them intensely looked at you and your son. The tall, slender one in the middle, clad in a grey suit, displayed a small smile trying to appear friendly, but mostly seemed awkward as if he wasn’t used to that emotion.

“Hello, my name is Lincoln Potter and these are a couple of my associates. We’re looking for a man by the name Ezekiel Reyes, or EZ, as some call him. We have a couple witness accounts on seeing him in the area so we’re asking around for more possible information.” Holding up a candid picture of him on his bike outside his dad’s carneteria, you lightly bounce Omari hoping to distort his view so he wouldn’t possibly recognize his father.

“Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be around here. Have you seen him anywhere else? In town perhaps?”

“No, nowhere else,” you answer showing no emotion. While this was your first physical interaction with Potter, you were definitely familiar with the attorney. A few times while you were at EZ’s trailer he’d have to step away to answer his call or meet him in some secluded location. It was then you saw how much of a pain he could be to any target he had his sights on.

Looking at you for a few seconds his mouth parts as if he had more to say, but instead the awkward smile returns as he hands you his card.

“If you do happen to see him, please call. He’s needed for...very important matters.” Taking the card from his hand, he gazes down to Omari innocently nibbling on his fingers. Black coils on the top of his head shifting from the light breeze, his dark eyes finally meet Potter’s crystal blue ones causing a low chuckle to escape the man’s lips.

“Might I add you have a beautiful son. His father is very lucky to have such a beautiful family.”

Through his compliment you could feel a sense of iciness laced within. Like he knew what information you were keeping from him and was 10 steps ahead of your two.

Politely nodding your head as a soft “thank you” leaves your mouth, you walk by the three men feeling eyes on your back. After buckling your son in his car seat, you move to the drivers side quickly closing the door behind you before resting your head on the steering wheel to take a deep breath.

“Mama,” Omari whines lightly kicking his feet wanting the car to move.

“I know we’re going baby boy just give mommy a second.” Dialing EZ’s number, you pull out of the parking lot onto the busy street anxiously waiting for him to answer.

“Hey, you okay?,” he asks, deep voice full of concern and worry.

“Um well yes and no....it’s Potter.”

———

Sat on the floor watching your little boy laugh as he plays with his interactive animal book, you occasionally look out the window anxiously waiting to see EZ and Angel arrive any minute. After telling him what happened, he instructed you to meet him at the clubhouse where he’d take you to his dad’s just in case you were being followed.

Dropping you both off, he didn’t say much as he walked you into the small house. Kissing Omari’s cheek and then your lips, he quickly left again with his brother instantly making you worried. Knowing what was going on, Felipe tried to get your mind off things by offering you food and getting you to talk about yourself or Omari, which worked but not for long.

Now over three hours later, it was dark outside and neither you nor Felipe had heard anything from the brothers.

Motorcycles humming outside, you peer out the window to see Angel and EZ slowly making their way to the front of the house causing you to sigh in relief. However, your worries quickly returned seeing both tiredly trudge through the front door and the front of EZ’s grey shirt crimson with blood.

“What happened?!,” you ask rushing to examine him for any other injuries.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he answers bringing your hands to his lips with a small smile. “Just had to save this one as always.”

“Save me? Pretty sure that’s not how it went at all but ok. And I’m good too, thanks for asking.” Shaking his head Angel picks up your son before sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels on the outdated tv. “You care about your tio don’t you man?”

Little hands pulling his hair as he giggles, Angel lets out a small yelp trying to loosen his strong grip.

“Omari be nice,” you laugh before returning your attention back to your boyfriend. “Here, let me help you clean up.” Leading him to the bathroom, you close the door behind you as he removes his leather vest and shirt before sitting on the toilet.

“Try not to cry this time alright?”

“Psh, whatever,” he lightly chuckles resting his large hands on the back of your legs. A comfortable silence falls over you while you stand between his legs carefully cleaning the blood from his scars. Although you had grown used to these moments being with him for a while now, that still didn’t take away the ache you always felt seeing him hurt.

“You and Omari might want to stay with your mom for a while,” he speaks just above a whisper.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You saw what happened today Y/N, I don’t want you guys hanging around for it to happen again.”

“If it happens again,” you correct making him roll his eyes as he stands up.

“Now’s not the time to be naive, I’m driving you tomorrow. Your stuff is already packed waiting at the trailer.” Reaching for the door, you stand in his way planting yourself against the worn looking wood with arms crossed over your chest.

“Last time I checked, you’re Omari’s father not mine.”

“Y/N move.”

“No. I’m not afraid of Potter or the men under him, he’s all talk.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because if he really wanted to do something he would’ve done it then and there. I mean think about it they had me at my most vulnerable state with no where to go and no way to defend myself,” you explain receiving an exasperated sigh from EZ as his hand rubs down his face.

“It was a warning. Yea they didn’t do anything when they could’ve, but they wanted to scare you into telling them what they wanted to know and intimidate both of us with what they could do.”

“Well it didn’t work,” you reply guiding his chin to look at you. “Ezekiel I knew what I was getting into when we started talking and I’m still here. If it ever gets to the point where I don’t feel safe or fear for our son’s safety then we’ll leave, but until then I’m not letting Potter get to me. Plus do you think it would be easy for us to just leave after all this time?”

Placing both hands on either side of your head, he slightly bends down leaving his face inches from yours. “I’m not saying it would be easy, but if it needs to be done then that’s it bellita.”

“And when it needs to be done it will be.” Connecting your lips with his, your hands roam from his bare chest to the nape of his neck while his wrap around your body bringing you closer.

“We’re gonna need to put you in a new apartment too,” he says separating his lips from yours as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Hopefully your dad is okay with me staying here for a while longer then.”

“Here? What about the trailer?”

“I think the constant revving of motorcycles and occasional parties might not be ideal for a baby to be around.”

“True, you’re probably right,” you both laugh before being interrupted by loud knocking.

“Aye I hate to interrupt your probably intimate moment in there, but your kid is hungry and I’m not sure if it’s for what I can give him or what only mom can,” Angel explains as Omari fusses in his arms. “Relax man I’m trying to get her out here.”

“I’m gonna shower, you better go ahead before he starts pulling his hair again,” he smiles kissing your temple.

Opening the door, you carefully take Omari from his hands tickling under his chin to make him laugh. “Okay my baby lets get you fed.”

“The amount of strength he has that’s not a baby, that’s a tiny grown man,” Angel adds making you laugh.

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cupidoargiades · 5 years

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MX mafia masterlist

@caramelandramyun asked: Hey there! Can I get a monsta x mafia au! Fic where they're all in love with you and you've already been in the gang for as long as most of the members have, just filled with a bunch of fluff thank you so much!

A/N - THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR KILLING MY WRITERS BLOCK. so, i have a whole idea in my mind. we're going to start off with this post by introducing the characters i made for everyone, yes !! including y/n (nicknamed clio) and then it will be followed by a chapter for each member. the real chapters will be uploaded from the boy who fell in love with y/n first to most recent lover (since this gang had some sort of an indirect poly relationship). i'm really excited as this is my first fully realised project with thought out characters and stuff :) if you're still reading this, thank you so much again for this wonderful request!

NOTE - this post will function both as a masterlist and the character's summaries. after i have made a chapter to the corresponding member, i will put a link below this note, all in chronological order. clicking on this link will navigate you to his chapter. thank you!

learning how to love - jooheon

mission two: the transporter of seoul - minhyuk

final warning - shownu

breakfast buddies - wonho

shownu

full name: son hyunwoo

age: 27

function: the head torturer

pride: having earned the name 'torture thug' on the streets.

specialises in: being responsible, knowing countless torture techniques like the back of his hand.

profile: this man has nothing but a soft exterior, but don't let him fool you; he has a kind heart. you simply have to strategically break his shell to get him to open up. equipped with tasers and electrical cords he roams the MX headquarters, waiting for new victims to come in. shownu often tends to stay reserved and keep secrets thanks to his past, but once he finds the right people, he's never leaving their side.

chapters:

wonho

full name: formerly lee hoseok, but after he got out of prison, changed it to shin hoseok

age: 26

function: the torturer

pride: he once cracked four ribs and a femur with nothing more than his own body.

specialises in: degrading, threatening and snapping bones in half with his own strength

profile: having gone through a rough childhood, he joined a gang way back in high school. that exact gang gave him the motivation to rebel against the government and do illegal things, earning him a place in a state of the art prison. after getting out, he changed his name and now lives a double life; personal trainer by day, mafioso by night.

chapters: nothing here yet!

minhyuk

full name: lee minhyuk

age: 25

function: the transporter

pride: his mercedes-benz sprinter

specialises in: knowing shortcuts everywhere he goes, driving away from multiple police cars at once

profile: as a child he didn't really show any interest in motorcycles, cars, or any mechanical thing in general until his younger brother stole a maserati. minhyuk became obsessed with expensive cars and started competing in illegal races, now being the currect reigning 'king of the streets'. like the name suggests, he pays other drivers no mind and knows the roads better than he knows himself.

chapters:

kihyun

full name: yoo kihyun

age: 25

function: the manager

pride: being able to intimidate people into doing whatever he wants

specialises in: fitting everything in a tight, neat plan. he always leaves room for a back up plan, if the first one goes wrong and they need to switch gears.

profile: born with a feeling for tidying everything he saw, this guy is the perfect fit for being the boss of the group. not only does he make sure the whole plan goes smooth, he also makes sure the members are in fantastic condition. he openly cares for the members from the bottom of his heart, often giving out snacks to eat and drinks to drink.

chapters: nothing here yet!

hyungwon

full name: chae hyungwon

age: 25

function: the 'ninja'

pride: his collection of guns

specialises in: having a fast but precise hand in everything he does. his eye-hand coördination is off the charts, too

profile: this man had a lot of training to do when he first started off in this dark industry. with the ambition of becoming an assassin he started to practise many methods to defend himself and the members of MX. starting with practising with long distance weapons, he gradually made his weapons more manual until he got to the bats, knives, and daggers. he stayed loyal to his first love, however, and now sticks to guns only.

chapters: nothing here yet!

jooheon

full name: lee jooheon

age: 24

function: the seducer

pride: his androgyny

specialises in: gaining people's unconditional trust in a split second before abusing said trust

profile: he may seem incomprehensable at first, but jooheon is nothing more than a trapped, tortured soul. back when he was a child he always used to get bullied for looking feminine, but instead of letting his looks become his weakness, he took that background and turned it into his job. now he roams the clubs, sometimes as a man, sometimes as a woman, to seduce MX's next target.

chapters:

i.m

full name: im changkyun

age: 23

function: the hacker

pride: his incredible 120 wpm (words per minute) when typing

specialises in: unnoticably cracking codes and learning everything about his opponent in seconds

profile: growing up as an introvert with a love for games and computers, it's no surprise that i.m ended up in the computer industry. his fast hands help him with finding out everything he needs, which the other MX's members are very grateful for. this underdog likes to stay in the background, where there's not a lot of strings attached. though he's the most introverted out of MX, he loves his friends dearly.

chapters: nothing here yet!

clio

full name: y/f/n y/l/n

age: 22

function: all-rounder. she does what she wants to do, when she wants to do it, to who she wants to do it.

pride: her talents and being the 'baby' of MX

specialises in: everything that she does. often tags along with one of the MX members in whatever they're doing that night.

profile: clio was going to be one of MX's targets at first, but jooheon messed up big time and changed plans. he was supposed to just seduce clio, but failed, and caught feelings for her. jooheon awkwardly introduced her to the group, followed by weeks of disgrace and bullying to see how tough she was. slowly she gained MX's trust and eventually joined the group, making the eighth and last person to perfect everything they do.

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nico-di-angelato · 4 years

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here are all the amazing easter eggs and references in the new movie Halloween (2018) !! it does contain spoilers and WHEW this list is long bc im the biggest nerd ever have fun

i also tried to do it in order lmao

The opening credits are eerily similar to the original credits back in 1978 and also the same font the original movie used unlike what some of the sequels did.

In the credits, instead of actor Nick Castle being credited as Michael Myers, “The Shape” is. This further alludes to the fact that Myers is not human and really is The Boogieman. Castle performed a majority of the masked Myers' scenes, so he's not necessarily playing "Michael Myers" in that sense.

In the beginning scenes, we hear recordings of Dr. Samuel Loomis, Myers’s original doctor/psychiatrist, diagnosing him as a demon saying “it needs to die!” Although it sets up the atmosphere of the scene as even more chilling, it pays respects to Donald Pleasence (Dr. Loomis) with his dedication to the franchise who died in 1995. Although it is not Pleasence’s voice, actor Colin Mahan did an excellent job bringing back Dr. Loomis’s iconic voice full of fear and paranoia to the viewers.

Michael escapes from him being transported like in Halloween and in Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers where a prisoner transport goes wrong. However, his escape almost exactly parallels the first movie. In both movies, patients are seen roaming around the field with the crashed bus but no Michael in sight. The soon-to-be victim goes outside their car to check out the damage and then goes back into the car without checking the backseat. Big mistake since Michael strangles his victim to death and steals their car to head back home.

After Michael is found out to be the last missing patient, he is referenced as with “babysitter murders”. To the average viewer, this could mean nothing more than a simple refresher to the first movie but to a Halloween fan, it’s more than that. The original movie title was going to be “The Babysitter Murders” but was later changed to its iconic title.

When Dr. Loomis arrives in Haddonfield to find Michael, his first stop is to visit Judith Myers’s grave, the deceased sister of Michael Myers. In this film, it’s the podcasters who visit the grave.

Laurie Strode’s house, or sanctuary, in this case, gives a very similar vibe to the original Myers’ house from the first movie which first shows the viewers how similar Laurie and Michael have become.

When Michael arrives at the gas station, there is a pickup truck that has “Resurrection Church” which could be a homage to Halloween: Resurrection (even though it was one of the worst movies in the franchise).

Meanwhile, at the gas station, the entire scene plays out very closely related to Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers where after he escapes he also visits a gas station and kills all the workers there.

Michael murders a garage mechanic and steals his utilitarian jumpsuit, which is exactly how he changes from a hospital gown to a pair of grease-stained overalls in Halloween 4.

However, he doesn’t just stop at killing the workers this time. His main targets were the two podcast reporters from the beginning of the movie who he kills in the bathroom of the gas station. In many of the sequels, characters have met Myers in public restrooms whether it be the first time or the last time which serves as an ongoing theme in the films.

After Michael Myers escapes in the original movie, the scene cuts to Laurie and her friends walking down the sidewalk in Haddonfield discussing their Halloween plans, unaware of the horror that was let loose. This is very similar to the scene with Allyson and her friends but with a more modern conversation and sprinkling in Allyson’s grandmother’s paranoia.

In school, we see Allyson sitting in the back of a classroom looking out the window while her teacher is talking about “fate”. This alludes heavily to the first film with almost identical movements. However, in the first film, Laurie’s teacher explains that fate is a natural, nonreligious element of our lives, so we’re destined for whatever fate has in store for us -- aka Laurie encountering Michael who will ultimately change her life. Allyson’s teacher, on the other hand, says the quote, “He said fate took a different course.” With some research, we learn the quote comes from a Holocaust Survivor named Viktor Frankl and said “The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity — even under the most difficult circumstances — to add a deeper meaning to his life… Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not.” This alludes to Laure’s trauma and how she overcomes it by the end of the movie.

The biggest and most obvious reference in the classroom scene is when Allyson looks out the window and sees her grandmother across the street staring at her, exactly the same to Laurie’s first encounter with Myers.

When the Strodes are having dinner, Allyson invited her boyfriend, Cameron Elam. Allyson’s father tells stories to them about how him and Cameron’s father, Lonnie Elam, would “trip balls out in the woods.” This was the same Lonnie Elam who bullied Tommy Doyle in the original, and whose friends dare him to approach the door of the haunted Myers house.

During dinner, Laurie arrives late and in a state of panic. She jugs down a glass of wine to calm her nerves which she does similarly during lunch in Halloween H20.

Going back to number 2 in this list, “The Shape” is credited to play Michael Myers. Although Myers is commonly called that by many fans, this name was never actually spoken until this film, At dinner, Laurie tells her family that “I saw him. The shape.” So FINALLY, fans can hear the secret name spoken aloud.

okay this list is really long uhhh tell me if u want more lmao bc i am literally only like 15 min into the movie

#halloween #halloween (2018)#Michael Myers #horror #film #movies #kelina rambles

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A Dangerous Game

Risotto Nero x FemReader

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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*contains: oral sex, bondage, vaginal sex*

"Watch out! On your right!"

You heard Abbachio shout; dodging at the very last second as you avoided being hooked by Pesci's Stand, Beach Boy.

You, Abbachio and your capo, Bucciarati, were in a full fight with the assassination team belonging to Risotto Nero. They heard the three of you were on the scent of something valuable and wanted a piece as well. That's how you got into this mess.

Bucciarati stepped in closer to you, subtly placing his hand on your arm. His look was filled with worry, like he didn't want you any more hurt than the cuts and scrapes you already had. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You nodded, wiping a bit of blood from your cheek.

"Okay. Do you think you could get close enough to use your Stand?"

Observing the distance, you think if you could get to even one of the enemy, you could trap them in your Stand.

Your Stand, named Nine Inch Nails, was a short range Stand that released eight coffin nails around the enemy. Once they were in place, they formed into a coffin and could suffocate them to a slow, agonizing death right before your eyes.

"I think I can get close enough to Pesci. You two take Melone and Prosciutto."

Abbachio looked to Bucciarati for confirmation. When he got a nod from his capo, he dashed to the left and got Melone to follow him.

The dark, clouded sky overhead finally released the rain it had been holding back all day, soaking everyone and everything around you. Lightning flashed and the thunder rolled.

Bucciarati gave you a look with his soft, caring eyes. He grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Be careful, my dear."

You looked your joined hands. Lately, Bucciarati had been by your side more often; giving you smiles, and eating next to you at the table whenever you and the gang were at their resturaunt. He had even asked you to go on a couple walks together. You had politely declined the first few times, but finally caved and went one night. It was a pleasent walk and you had a wonderful time, but you just didnt feel that kind of connection with him. Giving him a kind smile, you told him he had nothing to worry about and ran to try and take out your target.

Pesci was afraid of you; he had every right to, your Stand was terrifying. You had chased him down the street and into an alleyway. The rain poured on you as you narrowed your eyes and got closer to the frightened man. "P-Please! Don't kill me!"

Your head cocked to the side. Was he serious? "How can you be this scared, aren't you a hit man?" You took another step forward, Stand appearing over your body; all you needed was another couple feet.

The nails spread out around Pesci's head and feet, all eight at their respective places, ready to be activated. Holding out your arm, you smirked and started to slowly suffocate him. Pesci flailed inside the invisible box as he gasped for air. But something was off...

Keeping your hold with your Stand, you shifted your eyes and looked around. It was hard to hear anything while the rain pounded on the dumpsters around you. It shouldn't have gone this far... You thought.

Pesci was almost out of breath; his legs giving way as he started to black out from the lack of oxygen. "Tch." You gritted your teeth. That's when you were hit on the side of your head and fell to the ground; releasing your hold on your enemy.

Gasping, Pesci sat on the ground and looked at your unconscious body, behind you was Formaggio. He had snuck up behind you and attacked. "Thanks."

Formaggio grunted. "The others are in a heated battle with Bucciarati and Abbachio, they won't last long. We should retreat for now."

"What about her?"

Formaggio looked down and contemplated on what to do with you. He could leave you here while they escaped or... "We'll take her as hostage. If Bucciarati and his gang want her back, they'll give us the information we need." He used his Stand to shrink your body enough to fit in a bottle he found in the alley and put you in it. "Lets get the others."

Bucciarati huffed, out of breath from the fight. It was like everyone was besting the other. Soon, one would be the victor.

"What do we do, Bucciarati?" Abbachio crouched next to his leader. "This fight is getting nowhere."

That was a good question. He didn't want to leave the fight, it would feel like they won. His eyes roamed around his surroundings. "Abbachio, where is Y/N?"

"I haven't seen her since we split up. I'm sure she-"

"Hey, Bucciarati!"

Bucciarati and Abbachio stiffened at the sound of a new voice. Peeking around the corner, they saw Formaggio with Pesci, Melone, and Prosciutto standing behind him, a bottle in his hand. "If you want her back, give us the information we want! You have until sundown tomorrow!"

Just before they fled, Bucciarati saw your tiny, unconscious body inside the bottle. "Y/N!" He shouted, springing forward after you but was grabbed at the last second by Abbachio.

"Bucciarati! Calm down and think! If you go charging in, your emotions will get the best of you and you'll die."

Abbachio was right, but his heart ached that he had to let you go. He had to think how to get you back.

Lightning flashed as you opened your eyes, the thunder rolling just behind it. Your surroundings were blurry as your eyes adjusted to the room.

"She's awake." You heard a voice say. Suddenly you were on your feet and pushed through a hallway, hands bound together behind your back. I must be my normal size again. You thought. Looking to your left, you saw Prosciutto walking next to you. Behind you, you could tell it was Melone because the way he was guiding you, he kept brushing your backside with his hand.

Reaching the end of the hallway, they opened a door and entered a very dim lit room. Risotto Nero sat lazily in a very expensive, yet a little tacky, chair; his chin resting on his hand as he propped up his elbow. "What is this?" He growled.

Prosciutto shoved you down to bow before their leader. "Leverage. If her friends want her back, they'll have to give us the information we need."

Risotto looked like he almost didn't care. His eyes fell to you, locking with your intense stare.

"Where do you suggest we keep her?" Prosciutto asked.

"I could watch over her." Melone got a little too close to you, threading his hand through your hair. You reared your head back and head butted him in the groin. "Bitch!" He keeled over. He was about to smack you when Risotto stood and stopped him.

"Enough of this." He looked back down at you, his red eyes burning. You looked worn out, but still hard enough to throw daggers at him with your scowl. His lips twitched upward in a split second smirk. "Put her in room two, and keep her tied up. Then you can all go home. You've done your job for the day."

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The room was dark and cold. A single small, low lit lamp sat atop a wooden, 3-drawer dresser next to a single bed in the corner. There were no windows, being located in the basement, but you could still hear the rumbles of the thunderstorm that raged outside.

You stood in the middle of the room, hands tied at the wrist above you around the low hanging pipe on the ceiling, when the door opened in front of you. No one was there. Like it had opened itself. Then it closed. Sensing you weren't alone, you guessed that he was here. "Nero..." You said to the room in a low voice; no one answered.

After a couple minutes of silence, you felt like someone was behind you; a tall, scary figure looming over your small frame. The feeling of large hands running up and down your sides sent chills throughout your body. Tilting your head back, you rested it on the invisible figure behind you. "Nero..." You moaned, moving into his touch. "I've missed you so much."

Risotto made himself seen; his hands trying to touch every inch of you to show you he missed you as well. "Im sorry you had to be roughed up like this, but I do have to admit," he nipped at your neck with his teeth. "It is quite the turn on." The flame in your core ignited. It had been months since you two were together.

Having come up with the idea a couple days ago, you both set up a fake plan for you to be kidnapped and brought to him. Being a member of Bucciarati's gang, and falling for the enemy's leader, was something you didn't really plan on doing. No one knew about the two of you, and you both wanted to keep it that way.

Risotto captured your lips with his as he remained standing behind you, his thumb sliding across the waist band of your shorts. "Did you wear it?" He whispered softly.

"I did."

He pulled open your button down top, revealing the black and red laced lingerie he had sent you; it fit your chest so well. Taking off your shorts reveiled the matching panties, giving him an aroused growl. "You're so beautiful." He commented, sliding his hand into your panties, using his long fingers to gently tease your folds.

"Mmmm." You moaned, moving your hips to get him to touch you deeper. You would have grabbed his hand to guide him better, but your wrists were still bound above you. "Untie me, Ris... I want to touch you."

"But where is the fun in that?" His finger was so close to your clit, tapping lightly above. "I think you look absolutely sexy tied up before me."

Whimpering, your legs quaked with anticipation. But this was the kind of man Risotto Nero was; he would take his time. You gave a squeak when you finally felt him rub circles around you. Your hips rolled back and forth over his fingers, coating them with your juices.

"God, you're so wet." He grunted. His erection could be felt behind you, digging into your back. But there was no way he was going to give that to you just yet. He pulled his hand away and came around to your front, taking in the sight of your quivering body. Kneeling down, he pulled down your panties and spread you legs wider. With hungry eyes, he looked up at you as he started lapping you up between your legs.

The sensation was just what you needed. Not being able to see each other left a hole that you alone in your room couldn't fill. It had to be Risotto. His hands cupped your ass as he moved his tongue around your sex with such masterful skill, dipping it into and swirling around to make you feel so good.

"Nnngghh...!" You moaned, your body became aware of the bubble that formed in your gut, threatening to bust. You wanted to run your hands through his white hair while he ate you out, but still being tied was preventing that from happening. With a frustrated groan, you grasped onto the pipe that you were tied to and pulled yourself up, wrapping your legs around Risotto's head.

A muffled moan could be heard as Risotto held you up, his actions becoming faster and more pleasurable while you grinded your pussy against his mouth. "I-I, nnngh! Oh, Risot...to...!" Your orgasm overtook you as you froze against his face; his tongue still working its magic as your walls twitched around it.

Once you were done, Risotto flung your legs off him and stood up. He became primal as he shucked his clothes off with haste. He grabbed a knife that had been in his pocket and sliced at the ropes bounding you, his free hand squeezing roughly at one of you breasts. You knew what was coming next and you were so anxious for it.

Before the ropes finally came undone, you wrapped your legs around his waste and rubbed your sensitive pussy up and down his great length. Once your hands were free, you went straight for his hair; getting tangled in it as you kissed him feverishly.

Slamming you to the bed, Risotto straddled your hips, palming his cock and using it to slap your clit with his tip. "You dirty fucking slut." He growled with a grin, watching you squirm underneath him. "I hope your ready for me, amore... Because I'm about to destroy that pretty little cunt of yours."

Balling your fists into the scratchy sheets, you screamed with want. You needed him inside you. To feel his long member slide in and out of you, feeling the painful pleasure he would deliver. "Please, Ris! Fuck me!"

The feeling was unlike no other. He didn't even give you time to adjust to his length before he started moving his hips with such force. He was right, he was going to destroy you.

Grunts, panting, moans and the sounds of sweat drenched skin slapping together could be heard through the tiny room. With how loud you two were being, you could see why Risotto dismissed everyone and sent them home.

Another bubble formed, your orgasm threatening to break through again. "Cum inside me, Risotto." You huffed. "I want to be filled by you so much that my body can't contain it!"

That got Risotto to go faster- if that was even possible- and pulled your hips to an angle to get in deeper. There it was. He seized his movements and pressed against you, shooting his hot cum into your pussy.

Your second orgasm didnt take long to explode. Reaching up, you splayed a hand over his stomach as he pumped his seed into your body; your jaw hanging down as squeaks of pleasure escaped your mouth. Pulling out of you, he did exactly what you told him to do; his seed dripped out of you slowly. You collapsed to the springy mattress.

Laying down, Risotto grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, patting your sweat soaked hair. "Are you alright, il mio amore?"

You couldn't speak, so you nodded against his hard chest, your hand laying on his pectoral. It was amazing when the two of you were together. But what about after this? The two of you belonged to rival gangs, how could you have fallen for each other like this? Anyone finding out could mean the end for either of you.

"We're playing a dangerous game, Risotto." You finally said, a tear escaping from your eye. "We can't keep making up fake missions in order to see each other. Someone is going to get hurt."

Risotto knew you were right. You were too kind hearted to see any members of your gang get hurt or killed for the sake of your relationship. He didnt want to lose his members either, though for different reasons.

Pulling you up so that your face was level with his, he kissed you with such passion that you wouldn't expect to come from someone so evil looking. "We'll find a way. We'll find a way..."

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #my writing #my fic #fan fic #writing #risotto nero #n*sf*w

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Gods and Monsters: What’s A God To A Non-Believer?

Characters: Seungcheol x Female Reader

Genre/Warning: God AU, swearing, mobs, harassment,

Description: You were a non believer. Gods and monsters could not bother you like they did the rest of the society. You had disappointed the town in every way in your disrespect of the gods. It lead to you being thrown in the God of Deaths tomb. But you were a non believer, and the God of Death didn’t realize how much trouble the towns people were putting him through.

“You’ve done your people a disgrace! You’ve angered the Gods!” The priest of the town cried in your face. He was meters away from you and behind him the townspeople watched on. Many of the people were adorned with weapons and rope, and you had no doubt from the looks on their faces that they would use it.

“You are the reason this plague is swallowing our town!” He proclaimed in a shrill voice and turned to address the townspeople, “This foul creature has disregarded our Gods! She is the reason our loved ones are being slaughtered by sickness!”

Your town nodded their heads in agreement and cheered at his words. Citizens began to raise their weapons in outcry and you stumbled back a step. The priest had accused you of something impossible, you could not have angered the Gods and caused a plague. This plague had been swallowing the town long before you had made your decision on the Gods.

“A vermin is before us!” The priest continued and you desperately looked for a way out. The townspeople were now closing in on you from all sides blocking all your chances of escape. “A foul creature such as this should be punished! Sacrificed for our patrons of the skies!”

The word sacrifice sent reality into a blur. Cries of agreement sounded throughout the town and your breathing became non existent. You were trapped in a mob of people that wanted nothing more than you gone. The townspeople lunged for you in an instant, grabbing onto you as you thrashed and cried out. It was no use to fight when you were against this many people on all sides.You were dragged along the streets with a clear view of the rabid looking townspeople watching. People you had loved and known now looked upon you with malicious intent and the slight hope you had drained out in a heartbeat.

The priest shouted again, above the roar of the crowd as they dragged you on the cobblestone, “You have done this world a sin! Disregarding the gods has caused them to become angry with humanity! There is only one place where a nonbeliever like yourself can go!”

You trashed and kicked against the people holding you down as you realized where they were taking you. The people of this world were crazy and you couldn’t believe they were doing this. You had done nothing wrong. You were a good person, a helpful civilian and now they were set on you being the cause of their sorrow all because you didn’t believe in these Gods.

“The God of Eternity will welcome your sinful spirit! To death’s doors this witch will go!” The priest cried and you were hoisted to you feet. You came to stand up straight right in front of the priest, his eyes now wide and crazed. The people just wanted a solution to this problem and he had targeted you.

The townspeople cried out in happiness, thinking their problems were about to be solved. You sneered at their complete ignorance but the sneer was slowly swiped off your face. Behind you an immense cold was radiating and you knew it to be the Tomb. A place that people only entered and never left. For centuries your town had used this Temple as a burial place for respected dead and also confinement for the to be executed. In extreme cases, it was where people were thrown in with nothing and left to the hand of the mighty God that the people believed to dwell within. You knew no God laid in there from the stories, only certain death.

“Do you have any last words, witch?” The priest grinned at your now trembling form, a sick and twisted smile that sent you into a frenzy. You broke free of the grip of the men who had been dragging you and lunged at the old man. Your hands found solace around his neck and you dug your nails in. You pulled his sagging face that was now contorted into a state of pain close to your own, enough so that his forehead touched yours. You watched his crazed haze dissolve into fear and it gave you a sick satisfaction.

“You,” Your voice came out loud and booming, seething with rage as you not only addressed the priest but the town around you, “are the reason that the Gods have left.”

The priests eyes began to bulge and he gasped for breath in your grip. It was the moment the people who had dragged you here regained their senses and you felt several hands grab onto your body. Your hands were forcefully pulled away from the man's neck and you watched as he crumpled to the ground. As you were pulled backwards towards the double doors of the tomb you watch the people who were now alive with fear. Your truthful words had sparked a doubt inside them. The frigid air of the tomb washed over you as they were forcefully pulled open. As far as you knew, this would be the first time they had been opened in a hundred years.

You took in the sky above you. This could be the last time you saw the clouds and the blue that was constantly above you. You took in a deep breath of the fresh air as the world seemed to slow down. Crisp clean air that seemed to be the opposite of the damp you were about to experience. A regretful smile made its way onto your lips and you were thrust backwards into the Tomb watching as the doors closed way the sunlight.

Your back made contact with stone first. It felt like you were broken but the pain didn’t stop there. You continued to bounce down what you presumed to be steps, hitting and bruising every inch of your body. Once you finally tumbled onto flat ground you felt as though you had broken every bone you had. A weak sob made its way out of you as your eyes roamed over your new resting place. Every inch of it was dark. You couldn’t see how many stairs there were or how long the Tomb spanned, only the dark and the occasional outline of something you didn’t want to know.

You took in a deep breath of the damp, muggy air and pushed yourself onto your elbow. Your body ached in pain but you knew it would not matter. If this was to be your end what was pain anymore. You stifled a sob and pushed yourself up fully, ignoring your throbbing body. Even a you pushed yourself into a sitting position you could understand nothing more about this place. It was cold, it was dark and it made you want to claw at yourself.

“It’s just the dark,” You muttered reassuringly, taking in a deep breath. “The dark makes it seem scarier than it is.”

The dark was the worst thing. Your eyes were beginning to play tricks on you in the pitch blackness. You could see lines, and swirls, and even two purple dots. Two purple dots that seemed to move in your direction and even disappear for seconds at a time. Your heart stopped beating in your chest as the two dots seemed to grow in size as they approached you, resembling the shape of eyes.

“The dark’s just playing tricks on me,” You whispered as you watched the two presumed eyes blink in your direction. It had to be a beast. That’s why no one had ever made their way out of this place alive. They were eaten before they even had a chance too. It would explain the claw and bite marks elders of the village remembered would appear on the arms and legs of those imprisoned in the Tomb for the night.

The purple eyes seemed to squint in a playful manner and then they vanished. It was almost like they hadn’t been there at all. You started to hyperventilate, there was no possible way something like that could have been fake. You almost would prefer starvation rather than being this animals dinner.

“Well hello there darling,” A male voice purred in your ear. Without hesitation you swung out your fist while you screamed. Your hand made contact with what felt like human skin, more specifically a humans cheek and whatever you had hit fell backwards.

“That’s a nice way of responding,” The same male voice grumbled and you turned towards the direction the noise had come from. Right behind you was the pair of glowing purple eyes, trained in an amused manner right on your face.

“What the hell.” You breathed out, scrambling backwards to get away from whatever was before you.

An amused chuckle sounded out through the Tomb, echoing along the length of it. “I’ll add an o on the end of that hell for you.”

“I’ll add a what the fuck for you too while we're at it,” You retorted already feeling tired of whoever was in front of you. You had been cast out by your town and thrown down a dark death tomb, you weren’t in the mood for jokes.

“You’re very lively for someone who was sobbing moments ago,” They stated and you watched as the eyes drew closer to you, the sound of steps now hearble.

“Im less scared of a person than an animal.” You remarked trying to keep your breathing steady as the eyes stopped three feet away from you.

“Aren’t human beings animals?”

You let out an angry breath and glared at the purple eyes that seemed to be smiling, “Who are you?”

“You don’t know?” He questioned and subconsciously you shook your head no, even though you knew he most likely couldn’t see it. “I’m a God sweetheart.”

Purple flames erupted along the walls of the Tomb. They spanned down the dark corridors till you could only make out the faint outline of what seemed to be a purple flame. This place was much larger and filled with alot more than you could have ever thought. Your eyes shifted from the flames to the figure in front of you. It was a man dressed in all black adorned with gold jewelry from top to bottom. His face was perfectly sculpted and his purple eyes were studying you curiously. He was easily the most handsome man you had ever seen before; rather what you expected from someone who claimed they were a God.

“Bullshit you’re a God.” You managed after a few seconds of taking in your situation, startling the man in front of you. “Nice party trick, but you’re not a God.”

“You dare tell me what I am?” He growled and you rolled your eyes. You had dealt with enough God impersonators to know one when you saw one

“Yes, because you are not a God.” You repeated and began to look around your surrounding. If he had survived in here and looks as good as he does than there must be a way to thrive down here. He might have even found a way in and out.

“I am the God of Eternity fair mortal-”

“And I am Y/N Godess of you need to shut the hell up!” You retorted and tried to push yourself against the wall. Your leg gave out and you barely managed to keep yourself upright. They didn’t need to throw you down a flight of stairs, you would’ve walked in if it meant saving you from not being able to stand up.

“You’re hurt,” The man before you noticed with concern in his features and you rolled your eyes.

“Congratulations! You have regular eyesight.” You said and tried to put more pressure on your bad leg but the pain made you collapse back onto the ground. The man was before you in an instant, catching your upper body before it made contact with the stone.

He smirked down at you as he cradled your torso, “Do I need to prove my godliness to you, Y/N?”

You blushed in the dim light at the way he said you name. His voice in general was something made of perfection, something you could listen to all day and not get bored. He took your silence as an answer and you watched as he put a hand on your knee. His brows furrowed for a moment and he took a split second to look over at you with curious eyes. You disregarded his stare and watched as a soft light shone on your knee before it vanished entirely.

“You may believe me now,” He said softly and pulled you up to your feet. His hands lingered on your waist as you put full pressure on your leg. It did not wobble or collapse underneath you. That didn’t mean that there was a God before you.

“It just means the adrenaline has kicked in.” You muttered and he scoffed. You looked up and he was smiling down at you, looking rather amused. His vibrant purple eyes watched your every move and it made you feel uneasy but there was something calming about them.

“You won’t believe me no matter what I do, will you?” He said.

You nodded slightly, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in his eyes, “You haven’t been very persuasive yet.”

His mouth dropped open at your statement and you pulled away from his grasp. Where his hands had been left you feeling warm and dizzy and you couldn’t shake the feeling from your mind. You didn’t like the effect he was having on you.

He laughed and you thought it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, “What could make you believe in me?”

You pursed your lips and looked around the tomb, “How about getting me out of here?”

“Do you deserve to be in here?” He questioned and you gave him an incredulous look.

“Do you think I deserve to be in here?” You retorted and sighed, “I have no idea. I was thrown in here, literally.”

A sad smile danced upon his pouty lips, “I know.”

“You know?” You glared at him, feeling a sense of anger at the man.

“I could hear the riot from in here,” He began looking at you with eyes that told you he was telling the truth. “I didn’t know what was going on…. By the time I had came to the doors of the Tomb you were being thrown down the stairs.”

“You couldn’t have caught me?”

He gave a little chuckle that you didn’t find amusing, “I can’t exactly interfere. For all my life, whoever had been thrown down here was a criminal. I am the God of death and they were only thrown in here to perish in my Tomb.”

You nodded your head, feeling uneasy at what the man had said, “So will you kill me too?”

“No,” He said immediately and your eyes widened in surprise, “You have done nothing wrong. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“So does that mean you’ll let me out of here Mr. I am a God?” You wondered and cocked your head to the side.

He chuckled at your choice of words, “Seungcheol. My name is Seungcheol.”

His name matched up with the name of the God of Eternity. It was most likely a mere coincidence. Many of the townspeople named their children after the different Gods. She had meet several Seungcheol’s, several Joshua’s, and an infinite amount of Soonyoung’s.

“And mine is Y/N,” She said after a moment of pause, “So will you get me out of here Seungcheol? Maybe proving your Godliness in the process?”

“It would be my pleasure Y/N,” He smiled and it was one of the best things you had ever seen. You could tell it was heartfelt and genuine. You decided you wanted to see his smile a lot more. He reached out and took your hand gently in his, intertwining your fingers together. The movement sent chills down your spin and a slight smile emerged on your lips.

“I’ll take you somewhere nice, I promise on my Godly self.” He said and you could feel the air around you become chiller.

You chuckled and tightened your grip on his hand, staring into his purple eyes, “That sounds like a load of bullshit.”

Around you the tomb seemed to dissolve into white but you kept your focus on Seungcheol. He promised you something better. It was either you take his word or you stayed in an area of certain death. You decided that you could take a chance on this phony God.

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agustdef · 5 years

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One Shot - Chapter 1?

Pairing: Changkyun x OC

Genre: Mafia AU; Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 1,513

Warning: Mentions of death, though not graphic.

A/N: Someone on Twitter brought up sniper Changkyun/IM and my mind ran with it. Won’t be going farther as of right now, but maybe soon. For now, see it as a one-shot.

The street below was mostly empty, which was normal. People tended to stay out of the area because it radiated an aura that some of them just couldn’t afford. The people roamed about wore things that cost more than the shoes on one's feet and people hated to feel so inferior.

It was the perfect spot to get things done quickly without worry of too many witnesses or injuring those who were “innocent.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Chagkyun muttered, eyes moving from his scoop.

Minhyuk not knowing what was going on went on alert. His hand gripped the nine-millimeter on his hip, eyes scanning the area intently. The longer it went without Changkyun answering the more antsy he became, until he finally thought to look at the younger male.

Changkyun was clearly annoyed and staring him down hard.

“What?” Minhyuk asked, cleared still confused.

“You. You’re what. All up in my space, pushing me out of the way to see through the scope. Stay over there, give me some space.” Kyun said, not so lightly pushing him away.

Minhyuk pouted, readjusting himself so he was closer but giving Changkyun space. “You could have said it nicer.”

“Not the time for nice.”

With that Kyun turned back to his weapon, eyes zeroing in on the hotel across the street. He had no more time to waste focusing on Minhyuk, he needed to give that to his target. The man hadn’t arrived yet, but he’d be there soon. And Kyun would only have a small window to get to him.

The man, a mafia right hand by the name of Max, was going to be arriving for a meeting. He never traveled without an intense security detail. People would come out of the hotel seconds before he arrived and swarm him once he was fully out the vehicle. Kyun’s only shot would be the moment his head was in range.

Missing the mark by a second would mess everything up. He’d still have the chance to get the shot in, but he’d have to take out several others to do it. And it would mean there was less time to escape.

Seconds passed and he grew annoyed. When he was told that he’d be there at exactly 4 p.m. that’s what he expected, not any later than that. Kyun didn’t want to be sitting there all day.

“Where the fuck is he?” he muttered.

“Soon,” Kihyun said through comms.

He rolled his eyes. “What is soon? He should be here already? Did you not get it right?”

A loud scoff came through, the offensive clear. “I always get it right. He’s just running late, they had to reroute because of some suspect car tailing them.”

“No arguing. Focus,” Shownu’s commanding voice rang out, putting a stop to whatever snide remark Changkyun was ready to hurl.

And before he knew it a swarm of guards exited the hotel and formed a semi-circle. A few others came out as well, eyes prowling the area and the rooftops. They’d never see them, they were hiding in a blind spot several buildings over.

Gravel alerted them on the car before it came into view. Two SUVs with tinted windows pulled up. More guards poured out of the one and then the other before his bald head came into view.

Kyun shifted, waited a second, and then pulled the trigger. It was going to miss he could tell before it landed in the guard in front of Max, but he’d already adjusted and fired off another round. The first random into the bodyguard's shoulder and a split second Max’s head.

A clean shot, minimal splatter.

The few roaming the streets scattered and screamed. Some guards tended to their boss while others went on alert, trying to find where the shot came from.

Changkyun and Minhyuk were already packed up by the time a shot fired off in their direction. They had assumed a sniper would be in play, but not one good enough to find them. Thankfully, they weren’t firing in the direction.

“Hurry up,” Minhyuk said, grabbing Kyun’s hand and leading him to the elevator.

They got on and rode it down. Adjusting their clothing and bags so they didn’t seem disheveled when the exited onto the street. They had to look like scared rich kids trying to getaway.

Kyun adjusted his Gucci weekend bag once more as they left the elevator. They slipped past all the scared patrons unnoticed and made it out to the back quickly.

But not quick enough. By the time they spotted the car waiting for them a guard was in the alleyway. No one could guess what made them stand out to him, but he raised his weapon and started shooting. They made a break for it with Minhyuk firing back.

The getaway car revved to life and reversed, the back door sliding open as it did. Kyun jumped in and then yanked Minhyuk in after him. The car immediately sped forward and as Kyun got comfortably he noticed the guard’s unmoving body faced down.

The speeding only lasted a moment and then Hyungwon was driving normally on a street completely opposite the others. His expression was blank, giving away nothing at all. He looked like some bored guy on the way home from work; his clothing very business casual.

Hyungwon’s eyes flitted to his mirror to look at the two in the backseats. A deep exhale escaping him as he noticed something. “Minhyuk’s arm is bleeding.”

Both boys head’s whipped down, staring intently on the growing red stain near his shoulder. Kyun sighed and picked up a stray shirt from the car’s floor. Meanwhile, Minhyuk undid the shirt, wincing slightly because his adrenaline hadn’t been high enough to mute the feeling completely.

They checked the damage, which was a graze, while the slightest amount of bullet left behind. Kyun took the shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound to get the bleeding to slow.

The remained silent the rest of the drive to the safehouse. Everyone ignoring the screams of Kihyun, Shownu, and Wonho about Minhyuk being hurt. They could deal with it when they got there.

And deal with it they did. The moment they were safely inside Wonho was yelling and shoving Kyun. While simultaneous worrying. Kihyun had taken Minhyuk over to a table in the corner of the warehouse main room to deal with the graze and Shownu was looking worried and disapproving.

“What happened?” Shownu asked.

Kyun sighed, his annoyed facade dropping a little as he glanced over to Minhyuk. “We were fine until the alley. I don’t know what the dude saw, but he almost immediately started shooting. We were sus, so maybe he recognized us or was trigger happy. Either way, Minhyuk returned fire and we got out. He was on the ground bleeding when we left.”

Shownu took a deep breath, but at the end of it just nodded. He patted Kyun on the shoulder and walked away to check on Minhyuk.

“At least neither of you are majorly hurt,” Wonho conceded.

As Wonho also walked away and Changkyun took a deep breath, directing his gaze to the ground a brown arm reached out for his bag.

He looked up and there stood Spencer. She was staring at him expectantly and after too long he relinquished hold on the bag.

Without a word she carried it away to the couch and opened it up. She pulled out the weapon, carefully looking it over. The way she inspected it would make on think Kyun didn’t know how to handle it, which was false; and made him annoyed.

“It was a little off. The first shot missed,” he said.

Spencer whipped around with the gun raised before anyone could react she fired off a shot. Kyun ducked, fear gripping him for a moment. He looked behind him, seeing the hole she’d put an inch from the sign that said Home Sweet Home above the entrance. His head whipped around to look back at her, his eyes wide.

“Seems just fine to me. So maybe you’re the problem,” she said calmly.

No one says a word after that. Kyun waits for it, but then Shownu meets his gaze and just shrugs. His attention returning to a mostly patched up Minhyuk.

Once he’s regained his bearings he stands up, dusting off his but. “It was a joke.”

Spencer rolled her eyes, pushing strays curls out of the way she could see him clearly. “Jokes are cute and funny. That was not. Besides I’m not in the mood for cute. Next time use your own fucking weapon instead of manhandling mine.”

“Why is she here again?” Kyun asked, flustered.

“Because Minhyuk was too slow on the trigger and I ended up taking a bullet for your leader.”

With that, she turned on her heel and made her exit. Probably to her office or the armory to dismantle her “tainted” weapon.

Once she was gone Kyun turned and glared at Minhyuk who just scoffed and flipped him off.

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The Taste of Something Stolen, Part 1: Beginning

Pairing: Batcat

Rating: T

Summary: Some people steal kisses. Selina Kyle is a thief by profession, she doesn’t have time for this touchy-feely stuff - if anything, she kisses in order to steal. However, whenever Bruce Wayne gets involved, her current theft usually ends up being a little bit of both.

A short series of loosely connected one-shots :)

It was Friday noon and seventeen-year-old Selina Kyle was observing the coming and goings of the Diamond District, Gotham’s financial district, her green eyes scanning the crowd for a target. So what if she was swiping some business shark’s wallets? They had their more than lucrative jobs to go to every day of their mundane lives - Selina, on the other hand, was going to be put out on the streets as soon as she was turning eighteen (not that the orphanage was a place she was gonna miss, but career opportunities were few and far between for an orphaned troublemaker from the East End - she was just making sure she had a financial cushion to fall back on when ‘Day X’ arrived.)

She had worked out a true and tested procedural method: with her backpack half open, she’d “accidentally” bump into her target (normally some boring middle-aged white man, as most of these suits were), the contents of her backpack would be sent flying across the ground, causing enough of a distraction for Selina to pick the (by now full on swearing) man’s pocket - by the time her target had finished cursing her out, Selina had safely stowed away Angry White Man’s money in her own pocket.

It wasn’t exactly the most fun method, but the satisfaction of a job well done as well as the fruits of her labor made it worth it.

This had been going on quite successfully for a couple of weeks now; so successful in fact, that Selina was getting a little bored if she was being honest with herself. Which is why Selina had decided to switch it up a little today.

Her newest mark was just now exiting Wayne Enterprises, wearing a simple, but very expensive-looking black coat and a brooding expression on his face. He appeared to be around Selina’s age and was already parading around the biggest companies in Gotham (the Rolex on his arm made it more than clear that he was not just some low-paid intern at WE) - the stark contrast between her own situation and Mr. Silver Spoon just affirmed Selina in her choice of a target: In a way, she was just leveling the playing field, if you really thought about it… She was simply… redistributing all that wealth a little among their age group...

As an added bonus, he was actually pretty handsome, something that would make the execution of her exit strategy, should she have to fall back on it, a little more bearable...

After making sure that everything was ready for her little maneuver, Selina shouldered her backpack determinedly and headed for the rich kid; apparently deep in thought, he didn’t seem aware of Selina gravitating closer and closer to him until - WHACK - they collided. Slightly stumbling backwards due to the force of their impact, Selina felt a strong, protective hand gripping her elbow - rich boy was actually making sure she wouldn’t fall (a nice, if superfluous gesture, Selina registered.) The stacks of loose papers and pens Selina had stuffed into her backpack practically exploded all over the ground. Rich boy took a closer look at her although not to see who he was going to yell at, as Selina expected him to, but to determine if she was okay. She must have looked alright to him, as he quickly withdrew his hand from her elbow, shot her a apologetic look and then went on to kneel down to gather her belongings...

Selina quickly dropped to her knees as well, grabbing for the useless notes and pencils scattered everywhere, making sure to keep up appearances.

Rich boy handed her a stack of papers, an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going - did you just steal my wallet right now?”

The befuddled look on his face would have been amusing to Selina if this didn’t mean that she had been caught red-handed.

Before she could make a run for it, rich boy’s hand wrapped itself around her wrist - his grip this time a lot firmer than before.

“Give it back,” rich boy said - no, ordered; it wasn’t that Selina was surprised to find out that rich boy knew how to boss people around, but the authoritative tone in his voice, coupled with that steely look in his gray-blue eyes… it was a little unsettling.

But not enough to have Selina lose her composure; with a nonchalant shrug, she handed over rich boy’s wallet - it was then that she noticed the letters B and W that were engraved in the fine leather and something heavy settled in her chest.

And yet, that still didn’t keep her from getting her claws out instead of keeping her mouth shut:

“It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Rich boy countered her provocative glare with an intensity she hadn’t been prepared for - it started off as a stern warning, but then turned into something more calculating, scrutinizing; she could feel his blue eyes scan every inch of her, taking note of her threadbare jacket and scuffed shoes.

As suddenly as it had come about, their staring contest ended.

“You’re right,” rich boy agreed calmly, opening his wallet to take out the bills inside - from what Selina could see, she would have assumed them to amount to about $500.

“I’d rather keep my wallet though - it’s a birthday gift,” rich boy told Selina sedately before holding the cash out, for her to take.

Selina just gave him a bewildered look. He was certainly the weirdest person she’d ever met. And his offer may be tempting, but she still had her pride:

“I don’t accept handouts,” she said simply, crossing her arms demonstratively.

Now it was rich boy’s turn to be perplexed.

“You would have just snagged it if I hadn’t noticed in time - but when I give it to you freely, you won’t take it?”

“I’m not just some charity case you can throw your money at, just so that you can feel like the great benefactor,” Selina replied disdainfully, “I’m not interested in money I haven’t earned.”

Rich boy seemed to consider her response earnestly. After a short moment of contemplation, he finally put his money back into his wallet and slipped it back into his coat pocket.

“Fair enough.”

Selina arched an eyebrow. She really couldn’t figure this guy out.

He gave her a shrug, “Well, don’t let me keep you from work.”

His sorry attempt at humor couldn’t conceal the disapproval embedded in his words.

Selina knew that there was no reason at all why she should care about some entitled rich kid’s opinion of her, but something about this guy just rubbed her the wrong way:

“Listen, Mr. High-And-Mighty: what I do is not so different from what all of these -” she gestured at the financial sharks roaming the plaza - “are doing here; at least I steal from the ones that can afford it.”

Rich boy put up his hands in a defensive gesture.

“I didn’t mean to be condescending and I’m not denying that you have a point about unethical business practices being a profound issue, especially in this city…”

He paused for a moment, then, an amused expression made its way unto his face:

“I guess I just don’t know what you say to a pickpocket when they decide to get back to “work”; - Break a leg?”

Selina raised an eyebrow again.

“Does this look like a theater performance to you?”

Rich boy only shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips, before giving it another try: “Good luck?”

Now Selina was truly offended.

“I don’t need luck; I’m very good at what I do.”

He stared at her, quirking an eyebrow.

“You just got caught in the act,“ he pointed out incredulously.

Selina shrugged it off: “An outlier; doesn’t count.”

This time, a full-on smile played on his lips, “Oh, that’s how it is?”

Selina couldn’t help the pouty tone seep into her voice as she defended herself:

“People don’t just offer to help someone that ran into them! Your stupid niceness ruined my plan.”

“What was I supposed to be doing?” rich boy asked, his tone of voice indicating that he was both amused and curious.

Selina couldn’t believe that anyone could be that clueless, but she still decided to spell it out for him: “Yell at me that I should look where I’m going - add in a couple of insults and you are golden.”

“Even if I was the one who didn’t pay attention?”

Selina rolled her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Huh. I’ll keep that in mind for future reference, so as not to ruin your plan the next time around.”

Selina cocked her head to the side, the ghost of a grin on her face, “You really think I’m bold enough to attempt stealing from you again?”

Rich boy shrugged slightly, “You strike me as a very dauntless person,” he said quite matter-of-factly.

Selina smirked, taking a deliberate step forward, invading his personal space, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Rich boy appeared to be taken aback by her action, but he didn’t move away.

“It’s just an observation,” he said with a shrug, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit; but Selina knew that she was getting under his skin.

She tapped her chin in pretend thoughtfulness, her eyes glinting playfully.

“Hmh, there is an error in your reasoning, though.”

Rich boy knitted his brows, “What erro-”

But before he could finish his question, Selina cut him off by drawing him in for a kiss. She must have startled him for good, because it took rich boy a few seconds until hes started to respond to her lips.

Before he got too comfortable, Selina broke off the kiss, a wicked grin now adorning her face.

“You assumed I’d use the same trick twice.”

“Wha-”

His eyes flew to his coat pocket his hand fumbling for the fanciful engraved wallet. When rich boy finally managed to pry it out, a puzzled look appeared on his face.

“I still have my -”

When he looked up, Selina had already disappeared into the crowd.

“...wallet.”

His eyes scanned the plaza, searching for that mysterious, brazen girl who had just tried stealing from, and had ended up kissing him right here in public - but he couldn’t find her anywhere. With a curious feeling, he opened his wallet - to find that all the bills had been taken out.

Bruce couldn’t help the amused smile growing on his face, as he pocketed the wallet Alfred had given him for his eighteenth birthday.

“Hmh. Bold indeed.”

To be continued... here.

#batcat #batcat fanfiction #bruce wayne #selina kyle #my fics: the taste of something stolen #I write sometimes #I know I should be updating Partners like yesterday #but this was sitting in my drafts already 90 percent done #and I wanted to post some of my writing around the holidays

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The male vanished under the surface of the water when you blinked. You were about to wait for him to rise up until you heard the soft sound of the bell; thus, you walked near the edge of the pool and called out for him. He heard you the first time, but he ignored it.

“Kim Taemin, it’s four in the afternoon.” You added, “I still have a night shift to fill in.”

The second time you said his name, he pulled you in the water with him. The younger male had held tightly onto your wrist before tugging you towards him and pressing his lips to yours until you were inhaling in his mouth. Your eyes remained close after you pulled away from him, then rose to the surface. On the contrary, Taemin only got up after you.

Instead of leaving immediately, you sat there on the wet tiles while eyeing him. The boy swam towards you and in response you spoke, “Have you been practicing that with every girl?”

He smirked at you before he gave his answer, “If that’s what you think.”

You kicked off the water on the tiles to him in dismay before leaving him there in the open. On the other side, Taemin tilted his head to his left and watched you leave. Thus, he muttered, “She’s problematic.”

Thereafter, you settled the firearms on the table near the window. Assembling the rifle on the window frame, you looked through the scope to identify your target. You noticed the male was situated between the bodyguards giving you access. As you were about to pull on the trigger until a vehicle drove through hitting the target. Leaving your rifle behind, you grabbed your handgun and rushed towards the crime syndicate.

When Taemin finally filed out the car, you jabbed your finger to his chest and exclaimed, “This is my fucking mission. Why the hell did you kill the target?”

“Well, this is my job and he’s not dead yet.” Taemin said sternly. Then, you left him and walked towards your target. Flipping the bleeding male over, you checked into his pockets to find any drugs—crystal meth in particular. Once you found none, you announced, “Clear.”

The other members, Im Youngmin and Takada Kenta, unlocked the suitcases. Taemin, however, didn’t move an inch and instead just observed the other boys. He then shifted his attention to you whom was moving the dead bodies into the plastic bag.

“Are you going to move?” You asked Taemin. Instantly, he answered, “No.”

You stated, “Go fuck yourself while you’re at it then. But do it far away from here where I can’t hear you moaning out a name.”

However, Taemin only let out a laugh in return. He replied, “Sure, I’ll do that.”

“You’re disgusting.” You returned to which he cocked his brow at. He said, “I won’t be moaning your name not even in my sleep.”

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The professor grabbed your attention by calling you thus questioned, “What did Turgot propose?”

“He divided the people into three classes: the salaried class, the agricultural class and the land owners.” You answered immediately. You counted from ten to one; however, the bell finally rang at two. Quickly packing up your belongings, you ran out the room and down the flight of stairs before you were a meter away from him.

“Taemin,” you said aloud. The male when he heard his name faced you in a fraction of a second, another smirk tugging on his lips. Both of you were tasked to do another mission together.

Taemin grasped your wrist and pulled you to him once again and teased you, “You miss me, don’t you?”

“I hate having you as my partner.” You confirmed before giving him a curt nod.

The target was the newly elected president, Seo Joon. He was holding an event at the Building of Pierre which involved various banking agencies. Taemin made contact with the visitors as he roamed around the floor grounds.

You said through your earpiece, “Taemin, the president’s moving towards the stage. The others are heading towards the computers. Observe the president while I cut the cameras.”

Taemin responded, “The president’s daughter is here; she’s also on the lookout.”

He added, “Complied.”

You walked into the halls and checked the area before you took out a knife and cut the lines of the recording cameras to the system. Once you’ve finished, you confirmed to Kang Daniel before walking back to your original position.

“Taemin, the cameras are down. Head back to your position, now.” You ordered, however he didn’t move yet. He stated, “I’m being watched.”

You ordered once you saw the smoke coming from the computer systems, “Longguo, create a diversion.”

Longguo obliged and shouted, “Everybody evacuate!”

The throng of people started moving out once they saw the smoke. You gave another command, “Im and Takada, follow the president.”

Taemin finally moved from his position and rushed towards you, he said, “We need to leave. The fire’s expanding.”

Before you left, you noticed through the heavy smoke a familiar boy crawling out the room. You heard from the other line, “We lost track of the president.”

You confirmed this to Daniel and said, “Change target, Seo Seunghyuk.”

“Copy,” Daniel replied.

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“ hotaliens said: WHEN U CAN talk about medic and his birds, red scout and blu scout mayhaps, ANDdddddddddddddddd what the mercs do on the weekend “ hey guys remember how i said i was gonna talk about hcs well let me finally get around to that hours late here we go

[Medic and Birds]

[these go for RED and BLU medic]

-Medic’s mother had a cockatoo, she absolutely ADORED him even when he was a baby, though ofc his mother made sure to monitor their interactions together; and even as an infant he always treated that bird with surprising gentleness, never pulling or prodding hard. that cockatoo never bit him harder than a warning nip, and she would somehow always know how to calm him down from a tantrum.

the bird died of illness right around the time the war started, and to this day he believes that somehow, those were connected.

-medic stole his flock of doves[technically homing pigeons] from a wedding in England, not realizing that the catering van he’d stolen had an entire flock of birds and a makeshift aviary inside. the method with which he retrained them is,,,,,,, unconventional and spoiler-y for some things i have written but not published

-he holds full conversations with birds, often- not just his own, but birds in the trees, on the street, in pet stores and houses.

-the flock is mostly his homing pigeons from his stolen wedding flock, and their children; with a couple of fancy pigeons stolen from pigeon shows[because lord knows the poor things need some help, esp the ones who’ve been bred to fit a certain standard at the cost of their health and ability to function], and a few feral street pigeons he’s adopted

-the flock mostly refers to him as “papa”, “Vati” or “Opa”

-he speaks to them in German, Yiddish, and English- they understand all three

-he cries every single time an egg hatches. every time. sadly he cant let EVERY egg that they lay, hatch, because he’d never be able to care for them all, but the flock understands this and lets him remove eggs as he pleases, and in return he gives them all as much love and attention as he can

-medic’s office is his makeshift aviary, though he very rarely keeps them cooped in there- for the majority of the day they have free roam of the base. they all know where home is

-heavy, pyro, and scout all are allowed to play w/ medic’s birds whenever they want, heavy and pyro both have a key to medic’s office so they can get into the aviary without having to ask [scout WOULD have one but she’s notorious for losing keys]

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[RED Scout BLU Scout]

-for clarities sake, again, there are a lot of things i[and gabby+em]’ve written but not published that i dont want 2 spoil, and the reason that theres two of every merc is one of them; but i will say that yes, there are two versions of scout who mostly have the same backstory shit, but things differ when theyre hired as mercs

-[also, both scouts use she/her and occasionally they/them]

-both scouts have a long standing hatred for the other, and absolutely target each other on the battlefield

-this is at least a LITTLE BIT because of self loathing, IE “im gonna beat the shit out of the person who looks exactly like me”, though neither of them realize that

-RED scout is the one who comes to terms with the fact that she’s trans first and that just amplifies how much she HAAATES the BLU scout

-but RED scout is also the first of the two to go through character growth and become a genuinely better person, as she slowly comes out to her family and friends, finds support in her teammates, accidentally adopts medic as her unofficial dad, unlearns a lot of internalized bullshit,

-which infuriates BLU scout because suddenly RED scout doesnt seem to really care about fighting her anymore

-and then BLU scout overhears one of RED mercs refer to RED scout w/ she/her pronouns and has a fucking crisis of confusion [but also validation]

-and after a lot of internal turmoil brought on by the UNBELIEVABLE Mental Fuckery that has got to come with realizing that the alternate version of yourself is openly trans while you’re still confused and closeted,

-BLU scout decides yea u know what. im trans and im not gonna hide it anymore, esp since apparently all the RED versions of my teammates are accepting so like, the BLUs should be too right???

-and they are

-BLU scout and BLU medic aren’t as close as RED scout + RED medic, for multiple reasons, but in both cases the scouts came out to the medics first [because, Hes Doctor]

-after BLU scout starts going through her own Character Development[tm] and mellows out, both scouts are pretty chilled on the battlefield towards each other, even joking with each other about their teammates, nowhere near as violent and vicious as they were before

-most of the time that they DO fight its more casual and more like rough-housing, with bullets and also spiked baseball bats

-sorry this mostly turned into Gender Stuff hdfjghh but i took that prompt to mean “both scout’s relationships 2 the other” and the answer to that is, well, “fight” ----

[weekend]

[some of these are specific to the RED versions of everyone, sorry, though most are more general]

-demo is usually working one of his other jobs- piano gigs at fancy establishments, art commissions[hes a pretty fantastic painter, he prefers more abstract pieces and he has a very distinct style with a strong sense of movement and fluidity], and some volunteer work at the ol’ kitten orphanage [he’d work at the regular human orphanage next door, but, well. he’s got bad experiences with those. and hes scared of messing up around children]

basically even when hes technically off duty, hes still always working- its the degroot way, whether he likes it or not

but when he can relax, he usually spends as much time as he can with his parrot, keeping her entertained and socialized and happy; he also spends a lot of time in engies workspace watching him build and repair stuff while they drink together, with pyro playing whatever game they’re hyperfocused on at the moment, and, in the old days, he would spend a lot of time sneaking out to be with BLU soldier... Those days are gone in the times of WAR, of course

-engie, of course, is usually still working as well. honestly he doesnt even notice the fact that its the weekend half the time unless someone tells him, he’ll just keep pouring over blueprints and fine tuning designs.

if you do pry him away from his work table long enough, though, he will crash on the nearest soft surface and sleep for 15 hours. rancho relaxo time motherfucker

-medic becomes a cryptid every goddamn weekend, unless you check one of four places: his bedroom, heavy’s bedroom, his office/aviary, and the morgue. you will not see him literally anywhere else. he is also only seen with at least 5-6 birds on his person at all times, as opposed to his usual 1 or 2.

he spends most of the time on the weekends being v overaffectionate with both his birds and heavy; and the rest of the time cutting open dead bodies in the morgue and injecting them with weird shit

-heavy spends a lot of time reading and writing on the weekends- editing older drafts of books he’s written, translating things to and from English to practice his skills with the language, and just, reading books he’s had recommended to him or old favorites. sometimes he reads out loud to medic while medic is busy with other things [IE he’s distracted by birds or corpses]

-spy? literally just this textpost by gabby.

http://thefrenchiestfrytisi.tumblr.com/post/161502800096/ok-before-i-go-to-sleep-though-this-image-from

you dont need any more info than that. this is perfect. spy spends like 5 hours in the bath every saturday and 6 every sunday and its always like this

-pyro is the other cryptid at the base, no one can ever find them unless pyro WANTS to be found so they can show off a drawing they did, or a card trick they learned, or just so they can hang out w/ someone for a while

-scout is either playing Video Games[tm] from the moment she wakes up until she passes out, or she is outside jogging for 3 hours straight and then she impulse steals a golf cart, there is no middle ground here -every single saturday, soldier doesnt realize its the weekend, gets completely ready for battle, runs outside, and only sees the other soldier. and they just both fight each other for the next couple hours until someone gets them both to come inside. the rest of the weekend she’s “taming” her raccoons and planning for the next fight

-i dont care about sniper

#hotaliens #IVE STILL GOTTA RESPOND TO BIRCHMERE'S BUT THAT WONT BE TOO HARD #ilu both #long post /#text heavy /#ive literally been writing on this on and off for hours hdkfhgh #frend #birds /#medical /#death /#medical abuse /?#ask to tag /#reblog if u want idc /#captain's log #tf2 posts

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