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husbandhannie · 2 years

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hell week

alternatively, headcannons for when you're on your period

pairing: jeonghan, mingyu, dino x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 700

warnings: reader is gender neutral and gets periods, general mentions of pain and food.

a/n: i didn't think i'd write this particular reaction but it's hell week for me and with my colorful medical history, it really is quite bad. maybe i'll write a couple more, idk.

taglist: @leejungchans @junhui-recs @itsveronicaxxx

JEONGHAN

"what about a hot bag? does that help?"

you hum in assent, moving very slightly to the side to get closer to your boyfriend's warmth. when you told him you were on your period and that it was bad, you weren't expecting him to show up at your door to "keep you company". it's not that you expected him to not be supportive, but you've only been dating jeonghan for a few weeks and he spent most of today in dance practice -- so it was a surprise when he texted you that he was on his way. if you had the energy, maybe you'd clean up your appearance a little, but you had spent all your useful energy on making the pasta you had for dinner.

"it does", you move a little closer again, and jeonghan adjusts his body to accommodate you, "but i need to heat up water for it, and all utensils for that are in the sink".

"i can wash something", he responds instantly, "tell me where the bottle is, i'll fill it up for you".

"no", you murmur, opening your eyes and giving him a fond and slightly pain-filled look, "you came here to keep me company, not to do the dishes".

"i came here to help", he corrects gently, one hand reaching out to rest on yours, "any way i can, okay?"

he looks determined, and you don't have it in you to put up a fight.

"okay", you whisper, smiling against his lips when he moves closer to drop a kiss.

"now", he gets up from the bed, "where's the bottle?"

MINGYU

"i can do that"

mingyu's soft voice interrupts the rhythmic sound of the steel of your spoon hitting the cup as you stir honey into your tea, his frame coming to rest beside yours.

as much as he hates it when you're sick and in pain, you know he likes the opportunity to take care of you - something you generally don't allow. even now, in these pain-riddled days, you resist his attempts to make your life easier, not wanting to be a burden.

still, he persists.

"i can do it", you respond weekly, "it's just tea".

"still, you should rest", he pulls out some cookies from the cabinet, plating them on a bowl, "you need it".

"i'd have to make this if i was alone, you know".

"but you're not alone", he says, softer this time, tender eyes meeting yours when you turn to look at him, "so let me".

just this once.

"okay", you step back and grab the bowl of cookies, "i'll be on the bed. there's still tea to add, and -"

"lemon", he shoots you a fond grin, "yeah, i know".

DINO

"i wasn't sure what you'd like best", chan starts, putting down the many plastic bags he's carrying on the table, "so i got you a little of everything".

you have to admit, when you texted your boyfriend that you hadn't eaten because you didn't feel like eating anything, you didn't expect him to show up at your door with about eight different varieties of food. you thought his "i'll be there in a bit" response meant he was in practice, not that he was travelling from restaurant to restaurant, getting your favorite take-outs.

oh, how you love this man. you would cry, if you hadn't exhausted all your tears today.

"there's pasta, noodles - in all three styles you like", he peers through the bags one-by-one, "fried chicken, - "

"channie", you interrupt, smiling when he looks up with an attentive hum, "i love you".

one might think you'd have gotten used to how endearing he looks when his face turns pink, but no - you find it as adorable as you did the time you asked him out.

"love you too", he mumbles, "you should eat something".

"well, now i have to", you smile, the presence of your boyfriend (and the confusing yet welcoming aroma of the food) reviving your appetite, "but we can't finish all of this".

"oh, that's fine", he shrugs, taking out the fried chicken, "vernon's awake. he said he'll come pick up any food that's left".

#seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #svt fluff #svt reactions #jeonghan fluff #mingyu fluff #dino fluff #jeonghan x reader #mingyu x reader #dino x reader #jeonghan imagines #mingyu imagines #dino imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

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m3lonpire · 2 months

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Unmasking The Truth Part 4: Penny And Dime

Summary: After a "lovely" conversation with Castle, things quickly go south. Content: Some cursing, mentions of guns

It was almost time. You checked your watch, eight twenty-three. You adjusted your shirt collar, audibly swallowing as you thought about what could happen. Eventually, you started to walk nervously around the room, wincing at the sight of the broken windows and hole-riddled walls. Luckily, you had some duct tape lying around, so you were able to patch up the walls until you could get them fixed properly. You checked your watch again. Eight twenty-five.

The world was going slow as clouds in the sky. It paused as you paced around the room, checking your watch every few seconds.

God, eight-thirty didn't seem so far away driving to Harlem and back.

You wished you had just gone to see your friend Luke instead of going to meet Frank Castle… The Punisher. You were so nervous that you started mentally drafting up a list of things you'd rather be doing than this. Sure, all the entries were a tad dramatic for what was really happening at face value, but the fear that resided within the idea left you breathless. Snapping back to reality, you checked your watch again.

It was go time.

You got into your car, driving to the diner. Looking around, taking in the sights. It was a good way to sort of ground yourself after what happened not even three hours ago. You looked at all the neon signs and the dark alleyways that you were sure Matt was scrounging around in. You chuckled to yourself as you thought of what Foggy would do if he knew you were meeting Castle. Knowing how hesitant he was to even take the case? He would practically murder you if he knew.

Eventually, without realizing it, you got to the diner. Parking your car, you got out and leaned against the hood. You sighed, inspecting the diner windows. Everyone else in there was chilling and talking, sipping their drinks and whatnot. However, there was one person who caught your eye. A man in a ball cap sat in the middle aisle seat. The more you looked at him, you saw he had a few bruises on his face. More like a lot of bruises with a few cuts, but, oh well.

You sighed as you headed into the diner, unintentionally passing by the man. "Hey.", he said as he grabbed your wrist. You looked down with a quiet gasp, getting to see a little more of his face. Sighing, you said, "You're Frank?". He nodded as he motioned you to sit down. "Why am I here?", you asked with yet another sigh. "Cause you drove here. As for me? I came because Karen's concerned for you.", Frank said, adjusting his hat down onto his face slightly.

You scoffed as a waitress came up with a coffee pitcher. "Coffee?". "Yes, please.", Frank said, raising his cup. This stopped you from scoffing and genuinely surprised you. Usually, people who were given a life sentence for murder and torture don't usually thank diner waitresses.

"I can take care of myself, you know.", you said, adding some sugar to your coffee. "I don't need someone with your history defending me.". Frank dryly chuckled, expression not changing. "Maybe. But it looked like to me that you were three seconds away from looking like goddamn Swiss cheese.". You rolled your eyes. "Well, I survived, didn't I?".

"Yeah, because of me.", Frank said, taking a swig of his coffee. "I'm sure the bullet-riddled corpse alternative would have been a real hit at your next office reunion.". Your jaw was left on the floor at this. So he's polite to random waitresses, but not to people he saves? You chuckled to yourself realizing you were here questioning the ethics and morals of a tried-and-convicted, now escaped and presumed dead killer.

"Now, listen here.", Frank lowered his voice. Whether to drive his point home or not, you didn't know. "I've only seen people be targeted like that when they're either involved with the mafia or know something they shouldn't know, and usually those things go together.". You swallowed your fear before responding. "Yeah, well, I don't know what to tell you.". Frank shook his head. "You're into something deep. You, and Karen. You need to lay low.". You chuckled dryly, taking another drink of your coffee before responding "If you really know Karen, you know she's not going to do that.". Frank sighed, eyes darting from outside the diner back to you.

He watched as a few people left the diner.

"She's a survivor. If she's not going to, let her do what she needs to do. Just make sure she stays safe out there.", he said with a gruff tone, taking another swig of his coffee.

"Hey, you two lovebirds.", the waitress said. "We're closing.". Frank nodded, pulling out his wallet and dropping a few dollars on the table. "Thank you, ma'am.", he said with a smile. Getting up and adjusting his ball cap, he patted your shoulder and pointed outside. Understanding his message, you headed outside with him. You walked to your car, only for Frank to call out, "Hey!". You turned around with a raised eyebrow, crossing your arms to warm up due to the cold air surrounding you.

"Your place ain't completely shot up, is it?". You shook your head, walking back closer to him as it started to rain. "No, I- I can stay there. I could use some new drywall, but I can call a friend.".

Frank nodded, but just as he was about to walk away and leave you to do the same, you heard a bang. Suddenly, something bounced off a car nearby, nearly hitting you, making you squeak and duck. Frank tensed up, pulling out a gun from under his shirt, yelling to you one word.

"Drive!".

You nodded, a few tears falling from your eyes. Practically jumping into your car, you kicked it into fifth gear, speeding off. You sobbed as you sped away from the diner, hearing more gunshots from your car. Driving around never felt more safe then right now, especially considering what the hell was happening previously. But, even with the warzone going on in your thoughts, you realized you were speeding, and you slammed the breaks as you did. You needed to get yourself together.

Foggy. You needed Foggy.

Speeding off to his apartment, you thought about what the hell you would even say to him. He didn't know you knew Frank Castle, let alone you talked to him. Jesus, you thought to yourself. If your brain was racing with everything he might say, how could you think about what you could say? "Hey, Foggy, I had a coffee date with Frank Castle and almost got shot, can I crash at your place?".

Oh god, he was going to kill you.

Author notes: So sorry it took so long for this one to come out! I wanted to wait to actually experience Frank as a character to properly write him. Thank you to my mother for helping me write Frank properly! Because she's a huge Punisher fan. Thanks to @harleycao for motivating me to keep writing this! <3

#frank castle x reader #punisher x reader #unmasking the truth

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kay101kim · 1 year

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dating neil perry <3 (latine version)

warning(s): none:)

pair: neil perry x gn!reader

one shot or hc: hc

note: i got the idea from this post, so thank you so much!! im mexican so it might seem like i mention mexican culture more like music and food (its what i know!), but i do try my best to be inclusive since latin america has such rich history. this is me trying to write within the time period of the 50s/60s <3. let me know if you wish a more modern version, enjoy!

-neil is a love at first sight kind of guy, he literally saw you laughing all giggly and couldn't stop smiling himself

-your friends teased you by singing piel canela by los panchos, "me importas tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú~"

-and as you kept laughing, all red, neil finally got the courage from his friends even though his heart was all smushed by your angelic smile

-when he was finally determined to ask you on a date, that man was calm, cool, and collected which made you even more nervous as he approached your friends and you

-he'd give you those puppy dog eyes and you'd immediately melt before a word is even said

-once neil asks you out, it seems a crowd cheers somewhere beyond and neil can only chuckle sheepishly at his friends' reactions

-you guys begin dating and neil finds your culture fascinating! (in a good way lol)

-he'd want to know all the holidays, celebrate with you, to hell with his dad and his rules (he loves you too much <3)

-when he experienced latin music for the first time he would never go back

-he'd buy so many vinyls from different genres and constantly ask you to slow dance in the living room like the love birds you two are

-neil is the type to slowly get into the groove of things to dance cumbia, bachata, salsa

-oh but he will learn and surprise your whole family! it makes you kinda jealous when your primos are there watching him

-but he reminds them of you by giving you a kiss

-you'd hum some songs and be very surprised when he comes along singing the lyrics (maybe not perfect, but it’s so cute)

-it made you realize just how much he is trying to understand you who are, your language, which is so important to you

-you call him 'mi amor' (my love) and he would always ask what that means but you didn't want to say

-it basically means you love him and that was scary

-but imagine him singing cien años by pedro infante? it'd be the first time you'd say 'i love you'

-he alternatively says i love you and te amo because he loves you sooooo! much

-you'd giggle and say "yo tambien te amo, mi amor"

-he would always have cute nicknames like 'my darling' or 'my angel' but then he started using 'cariño'

-only when you two were alone because he was afraid his pronunciation wasn't too well

-you have no idea who he learned it from, but it made you tear up the first time you heard it from him

-his favorite part about being with you is the food, like at one point he'd just be like 'fuck it!' and make tamales with all the women

-his favorite desert is arroz con leche because i said so!

-he can’t handle spicy food, im sorry yall but i have to be accurate, the white genes </3

-curse words/phrases in spanish? he would know them all because your primos would tell him to say [x] and he'd do it without question lmaoo

-obviously you would not stop it because its kinda hilarious, but you would eventually inform him on what the words/phrases mean

-overall he'd get along with your family like they might call him 'guerrito' but he wouldn't mind

-neil would be surprised by the amount of spanish covers from english songs and vice versa, but it really opened his eyes to a new world

-he loves you, your culture, language, food, music, and everything else that comes with it

-sure, sometimes he doesn't understand what you're saying but he makes sure to study real hard and eventually become fluent in spanish

-his favorite part is when you sing to him (or listening to a song), something soft like cielito lindo :( and you watch him fall asleep as you stroke his hair

-neil perry is the best boyfriend fr <3

#neil perry #dead poets society #neil perry x reader #dead poets society x reader #dead poets headcanons #dead poets fanfic #dead poets fandom #x reader #x y/n #x you #kay 101 kim

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sour-heart-treats · 5 months

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[Almnesia Was His Name Pt. 4 - CW: Memory Loss - Previous, Next]

The hospital lights were a lot brighter than Almond wished for them to be. Sitting in the waiting room of the hospital Latte had booked him for had the detective more than a bit fidgety. It reminded him too much of the times he was stuck inside waiting for a moment to escape and grab a smoke. Though rather than wanting to escape for a cigarette, he was more worried about his work and the discovery that there could be something wrong with him. His unfocused gaze stared so deep into the floor that he may as well be digging it out, he would only be interrupted from his anxieties by the shifting of his overcoat. Perking up and rubbing at his eyes to get a clearer vision, he'd look to his side and find Walnut trying to slink underneath his coat. "It's cold..." She'd complain lightly, the fact that there were metal arms on the chairs between them making this whole crawling situation more awkward for the both of them.

The older detective looked away for a moment, unsure of what entirely to do. He didn't even realize it was that cold until it was mentioned. Right... what would be the 'mom' thing to do in this situation? "Uh." Alm buffered a response, then decided perhaps it would be better to just give up his coat. It's not like he was wearing it properly anyway, even if the cold got to his body before it got to his brain. "Here, kid. You can have it until you get too warm, okay?" There was a happy little 'yay!' from the kid as she practically snatched the overcoat from Almond's shoulders and put it on herself with practiced ease. Ha. She looked cute wearing something way too big for her.

"Mothers always know best, huh?" The second voice nearly startled Almond out of his chair. Whipping around, he'd practically forgotten that Latte was here. Right... Walnut needed someone to watch over her while he was getting checked on. Whatever that entailed... he wasn't exactly looking forward to it. "Right, yea, Mother knows best," the investigator would echo half-heartedly, hoping that his heart that tried beating out of his chest would calm before he was called back. Right. Since he was here, he may as well pry some information out of his colleague. "So... how are they gonna go about this whole thing? Scan my brain with magic or something?" The medical magical field may be well-researched and strongly supported, but as someone who's run across so many uses of magic malpractice...

"Oh, no, not at all! This place actually uses a lot of alternative methods to magic instead! I know how you are when it comes to medmagic." He doesn't recall ever expressing distaste for it, but perhaps that's just his demeanor giving it away. "There's this one doctor that I've heard hasn't failed a patient yet! I'm surprised I was able to schedule something so soon... and something that matched your schedule, too!" "Sure, 'matched'... If my communicator goes off, then I will have to dart out of here. You know that, right?" "Well, at least you won't be leaving Walnut all alone again!" Almond does not want to acknowledge the multiple times he has forgotten Walnut at the local park or school from having to commit to his duties at his second job. If he has to pretend to be some child's mom, can't he at least pretend to be a good mom? Though... he does feel horrible about it, as much as he wants to push that into the back of his mind and forget about it. It's not as if he could remember the kid's name for more than ten minutes at a time.

"Almond Cookie. Almond, the doctor is ready to see you." Oh. It's time. The detective would take a deep breath and push himself up from his chair, feeling a lingering chill on his hands from the metal bars of the chair's arms as he'd take a few steps then pause. Alm glanced behind him, making sure the two were following before following whatever nurse was going to give him a briefing and whatever else. Height and weight gauging, going over the medical history he had- noting that he didn't have any form of memory issues beforehand. Whilst that was being mentioned, Almond side-eyed Walnut, wondering if she should really be hearing this part. She didn't seem to mind, though, clinging to Latte's side and just enjoying the coat that was far beyond her proper size. It made him... smile. Wally wasn't something he'd expect to care for much, but in fleeting moments like these, he'd find that there was something in his mind that liked it far more than just anyone else's child grinning from ear to ear.

Most general go-overs were a blur. They were nothing important and were promptly treated as such by the detective's mind. It wasn't until his mind was prompted back to focus by a slab of red coming into his vision. Oh... the doctor. Blinking back to take in his surroundings properly, he was sat on the cushioned bed-turned-chair of an examination room. To his side, seats filled by the two ladies that'd come with him. Latte seemed to be staring at him worriedly while holding the kiddo's hand. The little one on the other hand seemed to be curious about her surroundings and staring at the doctor who greeted them all warmly. "Good afternoon! I'm Dr. Cassonade... I heard that you all are here with some concerns about memory issues?" Latte would nod, turning her attention to the medical professional. Red suit, dark brown hair with orange-ish speckles of brown sugar darted through it, dark green tie, and glasses reminiscent of a certain lawyer... This was the one she'd heard about, certainly. "Yes! Yes, I'm certain you've heard about the oddities... We were wondering if you could see if something had gone on to cause this."

The doctor would nod, looking between the two in the chairs before raising their gaze to Almond, who stared back incredulously. "You must be Almond, I assume? It is very nice to meet you!" Such warmth would only be met with a gruff 'mhm'. Cassonade stood awkwardly still at the unfriendly response, though continued to smile and acted as if the moment hadn't happened. He'd head to the other side of the small room the four were all in, poking at some monitor with information that Almond couldn't see from where he sat. Probably a whole bunch of medical mumbo-jumbo he couldn't begin to understand. "Right," Casso would begin, "when it comes to things like this... I would first like to do some prerequisite testing. See what you do and don't remember- along with some general mental faculty tests! Now, most of it was done when you completed the check-in form-" he doesn't remember filling one of those out, but he does remember holding a pen recently for some reason, "-I still have other things I wish to check... Like response time and personal memory!"

The doc would lean out from behind their monitor and look at non-patients with a certain softness that Almond almost read as some form of empathy. "So, for that, I'll need to be alone with Almond here, if that's okay? You can stand outside, I just need the room for us." "Oh, sure!" Latte chirped, gracefully standing up and adjusting her hat with her still available hand. "Come on, sweetie. Mom's going to have the doctor make sure he's all healthy and happy, okay?" "Okay!" The mentioned 'sweetie' would follow behind Latte, though would keep the heavy door open for just a moment as she stared down the medic with something akin to scorn. Though she looked more like an angry puppy than anything else. "You better make mommy feel better!!" There was a laugh from Casso as they gave her a pat on the helmet that Almond found nearly gave him a knee-jerk reaction of a growl. Why would he...? He doesn't know this kid.

Once the door was closed, Dr. Cassonade would take a deep breath and keep that damned smile on their face. They adjusted their glasses, then reached into a drawer underneath the screen that they were using earlier to pull out a whiteboard, marker, and sterile cleaning rag. "What is this, elementary school?" Almond would state with underlying scorn. How is this supposed to show that he has memory issues? "I know, I know... It may seem childish, but I promise it will help! Unless you'd... like to just tell me your answers verbally." "Yes. Yes, I would." "A-ah, alright then!" And thusly, the objects would be put away in favor of some flash cards. Two packs, one with shapes, colors, numbers... and one with people- with the second one looking handmade. Equally as degrading to see. He's not five! He's-... how old was he again? Ugh, that didn't matter! "Now, I'm going to show you some simple images, and I want you to identify them, okay? If you don't recognize one, just tell me and I'll tell you what it is and skip to the next one. Does that sound alright to you?" Almond rubbed at his face, reluctant but nodding all the same. "Sure, sure. Let's just get this over with."

Answering the cards was a breeze, truly. These were things anybody knew. Animals, shapes, colors, and numbers, all things someone would learn in early years of school. It was almost patronizing how delighted the doctor was to see him succeed at something so simple. Every time they'd write something down, he couldn't help but glower at the medic. This almost felt like being at a pediatric's office rather than being at an actual hospital. "Alright, I'm happy to say that things are going relatively swimmingly right now, but... this may be a lot harder for you." That second set of flashcards seemed to tease him the way it glinted under the room's lights, which were still too bright for him to enjoy. Perhaps he's been taking too many late-night calls and the brightness was becoming adverse for him. The doctor took off the rubber band that held the cards together, picking out the first of what was arguably a very thin deck. "These are people that I've heard you've been close to. Family, friends, coworkers... All of those. Don't feel bad if you don't remember all of them! Heck, even I forget some of the names of the ones I've worked with for months..." The doctor gave a light laugh, then turned over the first card for Almond to look at.

Some dark-eyed person with brown and white hair, looking sleep-deprived in his black and purple garments. Silence fell through the room, a bead of sweat forming on the investigator's forehead from the lack of recognition. "I... don't know." He'd admit in a low voice, trying to hide whatever shame was bubbling in his chest. "That's Cappuccino," the doctor would answer for him, "he's a friend of yours. He's a very famous prosecutor! From what I've heard, you two share case information all the time..." Odd. He should know this person. Hell, he saw those texts a while back with that name! Ugh, at least some of the dots connected. "Next card?" Casso would ask, earning a hesitant nod.

A person with slitted eyes, wearing a cloak with an oversized collar. With glasses like that, some suit that seemed to double as a lab coat... It took a bit too long, but Almond knew this one. "That's... Espresso, isn't it? One of the Parfaedia teachers?" A coworker, albeit one he didn't speak to much. Didn't he work on coffee magic or something with Latte? "Good! Next one!" "Eclair." "Yes! The museum curator. You looked into multiple cases of thieves trying to get into his museum every now and then... And who is this?" "Ruh... Phan..." Almond had to parse through his thoughts for a moment, but gave a proper answer to the expectant doc whose smile looked a little less infantilizing. "Phantom Bleu." "Yes, famous phantom thief! Who wouldn't know them?" Hypothetical question, of course. Especially since the detective barely held any memory of who that was outside of some newspaper bits that he'd read over the past few days... with the exact details missing from his thoughts. "And this one?" "Oh, Latte." "Nice, yes! She came in with you, just like..." Though there was a given hint, the image before him gave a blank. He'd just seen her. He'd given her something to stay warm- though Almond had to reach back to realize that his overcoat wasn't there to remember what he'd given-...

There was a sudden migraine in his head as something tried to claw its way out of his mind. Almond raised a hand to his head, to which the doctor looked at him worriedly. "No need to stress! You know her, certainly..." That didn't make things better. Squeezing a portion of his hair to try and lessen the pain, he'd try to pry out an answer. The little girl with the sweetest smile and ponytail that looked just like her name... what was... who was she again? What was her name? "I..." He didn't know. He didn't know the little one with the helmet and little detective garb, who felt so important in his heart but was lost in his mind. Stress-induced sweat dripped down the side of the commissioner's face before the card was inevitably given a name. "Walnut... you know her." He should. He should, and yet... "I don't... I don't know her." Why did his face feel red? Why did his head hurt so much? Where did this sudden spike of stress come from?

The doctor would write a quick note with his one open hand and approach Almond with haste at the sight of the other's mental starting to deteriorate with the onset of panic. "Ah, it's okay! You are okay, I promise-... Simply because you may not remember your daughter right now doesn't mean-" "How could I not remember my own daughter?! How is that in any way okay?!" The detective's raised voice would cause the doctor to flinch, a few specks of brown sugar falling from their hair before they composed themself and took the patient's hand. Not the best course of action, especially if the patient was adverse to touch- he was- but... "Deep breaths. Your mind may just be a little scrambled right now. We still need to run a few more so we can determine what's wrong with you...! If there is anything-" "Do you hear yourself?! Of course there is! How could I-" Almond paused, breath stifling to the point where Cassonade had gotten worried that his heart stopped. But no... Something had brought a sudden soothing sensation across him. Or- at least- it left him numb. The detective blinked and looked down at the card that was in the medic's hand, seemingly mildly confused. "...and who is that supposed to be?"

"Wally, sweetheart... you shouldn't be peeking in on your mother..." Latte would give a very light scold, looking up from her phone to see Walnut's back with her body pressed against the door. Her helmet was set on the ground so that she could more firmly press against the hardwood and determine what was being said. And though Latte wouldn't get a response at first, the moment she gave Walnut a light touch, the child would rip away from her. Swinging around to face Latte, Walnut would look at the teacher with tears in her eyes. "He... he forgot about me..." She'd whimper, one hand gripping the coat that was practically half on the floor from her lack of height. "Huh? Sweetie, no, he'd never-..."

"He doesn't remember me!! He- he knows you, but not me!" A sob tore itself from Walnut's throat as Latte would kneel to her height. Her hand would hover over the child's shoulder. "I bet mom doesn't even love me anymore!! How- how could he-?!" Latte's heart hurt. How does she even begin to explain the situation at hand? "Mommy still loves you sweetie, it's just that he's... his brain is being a little weird right now." "IT'S BEING MEAN!! HE'S BEING MEAN!!" Walnut whipped off the overcoat, pausing for a moment with the cloth balled up in her hands while her breathing stuttered from the emotional agony that coursed through her. Though it wasn't processing entirely, she knew that she was hurting. Her mother forgot her. Everything they did together- it meant Nothing to him!! With a screeching yell, Walnut would throw the overcoat she'd been wearing at Latte and run off. And though the teacher tried reaching for Walnut, being pelted in the face with the elder's jacket made her unable to see well enough- or at all, for that matter- to catch her. By the time the coat had been pulled off, dragging her hat off with it, Walnut was already turning the corner of the hospital hallway.

"...oh dear." Latte stood herself up, brushing herself off and picking up Almond's jacket to hold as she gave chase. "This is- This is going to be a long car ride home...!"

#latte cookie #almond cookie #bredele de cassonade cookie #walnut cookie #cookie run #crob #crk #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #self indulgent writings #angst drabbles #ask to tag #cw memory loss

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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 0.6

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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west of Havana, Cuba.

The hidden coordinates on the old document led them to a town near the capital of Cuba. Giving them a good view of the mountain the coordinates were actually located at.

The atmosphere was hot and loud, the air stuffy as they strolled through the markets, mingling with locals.

"Oh, hey cutie." Arabella turned around when hearing Jimin's flirty voice. Seeing him ogling at a local behind a stall. The young woman giggled and offered him to try one of her plums, which he gladly accepted with a charming smile and a wink. Causing Arabella to roll her eyes behind her sunglasses, turning away. Of course he couldn't keep himself in bay.

She sighed, walking towards a stall that was selling sunhats. Pushing her sunglasses up her head, she took a better look on them. Her eyes landing on a big straw hat. It reminded her if those which famous actresses used to wear at the pool, back then like seventy years ago. She liked the touch of old hollywood feel to it and decided to try it on. Smiling at herself in the mirror.

"Suits you, love." Her smile dropped. A frown instead setting on her features as she placed it back.

"Oh, you done flirting around with strangers?" she asked unimpressed as she brushed past him. Continuing strolling through the market. Her eyes catching Taehyung and Yoongi standing a bit further away. Taehyung had seemed quite uneasy ever since they had come there. She wondered if he simply didn't like the warmth or if there was more to it. Obviously she wouldn't directly ask him though. They surely weren't close enough for her to ask such personal questions. They didn't even particularly liked each other. They just endured each other for the sake of it. Hence why she also wasn't keen in finding out. He wouldn't tell her anyway.

"Aw, Bella-baby, don't tell me you're jealous?" she heard Jimin snicker behind her while following her through the mass of people. Wiggling his brows at her when she came to an halt to let an old lady with her groceries pass.

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would I?" she huffed.

"You know it's just for fun," he smiled then and lightly grabbed her chin between his fingers. Forcing her to look at him. "No one compares to you after all."

Arabella bit the inside of her lip, preventing that smile she felt creeping up on her lips from showing. "Whatever," she mumbled and shoved his hand away. Ignoring his laugh as she walked up to the other two guys.

He knew exactly he had an effect on her as well, just as much as she had on him. That was why he didn't mind her using her tricks on him. He willingly let her do so after all.

"What are you guys looking at?" she curiously asked when standing next to Yoongi. Cocking her head at the objects in front of them.

"This old gold bracelet," Yoongi said then, holding it up, "Looks pretty cool. I'd say 12th century."

Arabella hummed. She had forgotten this guy was a bit of a nerd when it came to history. She took a look at what Taehyung was holding in his hands then. An old pocketwatch.

"Wouldn't that look cool on me?" he grinned then, showing Jimin the watch. They could steal the most expensive jewelry if they wanted to, but here he was wantinh an old pocketwatch from the late 19th century. "Sure, get it." Jimin smiled at him and patted his shoulder. His eyes then landing on something else on the table. A dagger with a sigil, quite similar to the one on the document.

"Where did you find this?" he casually asked the vendor, who said his grandfather had found it years ago somewhere in the mountains. That only ensuring him they were on the right track. After contemplating for a little he bargained with the local. Eventually buying the dagger much cheaper than its actual worth. Contently patting it when sliding it in the inside pocket of his blazer. Taehyung also getting his pocketwatch.

As they left the stall and made their way downtown, Jimin's eyes wandered to the said mountain in the distance.

"Guys, I think it's time we head to our actual destination."

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"John Rackham, known as Calico Jack, was an English captain operating in this area during the early 18th century," Yoongi explained as Jimin drove offroad through the jungle. The rocky underground making their jeep rock up and down. "He is most remembered for having two female crew members: his lover Anne Bonny and Mary Read."

Arabella nodded, understanding as they explained to her the whole backstory of what treasure they were even after. Gripping tightly on the handle above her.

"Rackham and his crew were brought to Jamaica in November 1720, where they were tried and convicted of piracy and sentenced to be hanged," Taehyung continued, seemingly not minding all the bucking as he was sitting straight. "And eventually he was executed on 18th November."

"But there's this rumour," Jimin said then, slowing down as they drove above a pretty old looking stone bridge. "That after reading the governor's proclamation, declaring him a pirate, and before the pirate hunter got on his tracks, he had hidden all the treasures he was carrying somewhere on a caribbean island."

"You guys surely did your research," she laughed under her breath, "And you think it's here?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It might, but I don't really think it is to be honest. Think about it. Wouldn't you rather hide a treasure on an uninhabited place?"

"So what are we doing here?"

"The coordinates on the document led us here," Taehyung said, "Maybe there're some hints here to where he hid it."

After half an hour up the mountain, they stopped in front of something that looked like the remains of a stone wall. Jimin took a look through the binoculars, spotting a construction further away in the jungle, hidden under plants. However, there was also another one on the opposite side.

"So which tower is the right one?" Taehyung wondered out loud as they stamped through high grass. Yoongi cutting some of the big leaves and low hanging branches with his sword to make a path for them.

"Not sure. I think we should just split, two take a look on the right tower, the other two on the left one," Jimin suggest before facing Arabella with a sly smirk, "What do you think? You wanna be the Anne Bonny to my Calico Jack?"

She grimaced, scrunching her nose. "Ugh, no thanks."

"You just wanna split to be alone with her," Yoongi pointed out the obvious.

Jimin raised a brow, playfully scoffing. "Alright then, does anyone of you want to go with her?"

Both, Taehyung and Yoongi exchanged a quick look before shaking their heads.

"That kinda hurts my feelings," Arabella pouted, "I'm a very nice person!"

"Only if there's something to gain from it," Taehyung mumbled, making Yoongi stifle a laugh.

"Seriously, Taehyung, screw you!" Sure, he might partially be right, however, she was really trying there to keep things polite between them. Opposite to him who seemed to purposely provoke her at any given chance.

She grabbed Jimin's arm then, linking her own around it. "Let's go!" And with that she started angrily dragging him towards the left tower. Causing him to almost trip over his own feet.

"Bella-baby, ignore him," he said with a soft smile when they reached the front gate of the tower and she let go of him. "You know he got trust issues with you."

She heaved a sigh, looking down. "I know, alright. And I don't blame him. But right now I'm not here for any treasure. I'm here because there might or might not be my past catching up with me. And you. So we should at least try getting along together." She glanced up at him and he could see the glimpse of anxiety in her eyes before she blinked it away. "Or not?"

He nodded, sighing. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he gave them a squeaze. "You're right. Just give him some time, okay? As long as you don't pull something on us-" He nodged her side at this , chuckling, "He'll get over it."

She pursed her lips and nodded. Hoping he was right. She didn't expect her and his friends to become friends as well. That was nearly impossible. But she hoped they could go at least a day without bickering. "Okay."

He let go off her again and took a step forward. The gate's wood looked brittle, the iron rusty, probably from the centuries and humidity there. He put his hands flat on it, starting pushing it. It squeaked, not having been opened in quite some time but eventually indulged. Arabella coming beside him, pushing as well.

Dust got stired up and they coughed, entering the dim-lit space. A few streaks of sunlight coming through cracks between the stony bricks. "There, look," she said then and squatted down, brushing some dirt away from a spot on the wall. Again, the sigil of Calico Jack. They must be right then. Underneath it, however, there were some more carvings on the stone plates. More symbols. "Looks like.."

"Like astronomical symbols?"

He came closer as well, narrowing his eyes on them.

"The planets, from mercury to saturn, but they aren't in the right order." It made sense the outer planets were missing. Those had been discovered centuries after Calicon Jack had roamed the seas. Still, why were they in a wrong order?

His fingers pressed down on the brick with the mercury symbol. It sinking into the wall, a click being heard. They exchanged a surprised glance, Arabella then pressing down the one with the venus symbol, the next planet in order. And it also sank in, clicking.

Earth, mars and jupiter following.

As Jimin pressed the last one, saturn, a mechanism seemed to have been triggered behind the wall and suddenly the wall backed away. Revealing a hidden backdoor. They opened it more, a staircase leading up behind it.

The place was apparently much bigger than it appeared from the plant-covered outside. With their phone flashlights they lit up the dark stairs, until reaching the top. The room there being bright by the sunlight reaking through the open windows at the very top of the small dome.

There were even some paintings on the walls. The colours faiding from most of them but they could still recognise some figures on them. The plaques underneath them reading "Rackham" and "Bonny".

"That's cute," Arabella mumbled to herself before joining him at the big round object placed in the middle. It shimmered golden and its flat surface had carvings that made it look like a big compass. But there weren't any cardinal points on it. Instead three circles that looked like a map of small islands.

Both looked at them intently, trying making sense of them or recognise something. One had horizontal lines and the outlines of a big island. The second one had vertical lines and the outlines of smaller islands. And the third one had the sigil and numbers.

Jimin was ruffling his hair, trying to make any sense of it. He became frustrated.

"Maybe I should call the guys, tell them we're at the right one."

"Are we though?"

"I guess so.. we just have to figure this one out."

He quickly texted Taehyung, letting them know to meet them there. Focusing back on the puzzle in front of him.

Arabella hummed then, an idea popping up in her mind. "Do you have a pencil and piece of paper with you?" she asked, making him perk up.

"Yeah sure, always carry them in my school bag," he snorted sacrastically, making her roll her eyes.

"Idiot, I'm serious. I think all three are part of one map. We have to overlay them somehow," she explained and looked around. Spotting an old torn up book in a corner. Most of the ink having vanished, being unreadable.

With raised brows, he watched her tore off some pages and passing them to him before collecting some dirt with her hands. She put a notepad page on each circle and rubbed dirt on it as a substitute for the pencil. Getting the carved outlines onto the paper.

"You're even hotter when your smart side comes through," he smirked and picked up the pages. Laying them over each other while holding them against the light. And indeed, they shaped a map. Giving them the next clue and potentially the hiding place.

She folded her arms in front of her. Intentionally lifting her chest from underneath the top she was wearing. "Am I not always hot?" she said in a playfully sulky voice. A laugh escaping his lips. "Of course you are. My hot, smart girl." And this time she didn't push him away when he planted a peck on her forehead. Making her blush.

"Jimin? Arabella?"

They heard Yoongi calling out for them. Soon his and Taehyung's heads appearing on the stairs. "You two got something?"

Jimin nodded proudly. Waving with the papers in his hand. "A map. You?"

"This here." Yoongi held out a dagger similar to the one Jimin had bought from the market earlier. "It was in a box locked with some kind of old mechanism. Might be useful along with the other one."

"Oh, so you had to solve a puzzle as well?" Arabella said with widened eyes to which Taehyung shook his head, pointing to Yoongi. "No need. Our swordmaster here just cut it open."

Right, she should've guessed it. The perks of having a sword that cuts nearly everything.

Content with their findings, they left the old construction. Making their way through the dense forest back to the car, when Yoongi suddenly stopped in tracks. Eyes narrowed as he tried listening carefully. There was something, a faint noise.

"Wh-"

He hushed Taehyung and held his hand up. All of them staying still, watching him listening intensely. There it was again. His eyes abruptly widened then. "Take cover!" he said and just in that moment they heard a shot piercing through a leaf and hitting a tree brance next to them. "Sht." They instantly ran behind some trees and bushes and grabbed out their weapons. Aiming at anything that moved.

The sound of bullets flying back and forth through the air being quite deafening.

"Guess we know for sure now these guys are after us," Jimin joked, shooting one down that had peeked behind a bush. One of the men yelled to another about where the four were hiding, the rustling of plants following shortly after.

"This one's mine," Yoongi whispered to them, holding his sword low as he crouched away. He most likely crept onto this guy, Arabella assumed as they soon heard an outcry coming from behind some plants. Yoongi appearing again seconds later. She shuddered. This guy was quiet and quick like a ninja.

"I recognize one of them," Jimin said then, pointing at a woman who was shooting out of her hideout, "She was at the market. She must have followed us."

"Explains how they fcking found us in the middle of the jungle," Taehyung huffed, hitting another one right on the forehead. Arabella followed their eyes. Seeing the woman Jimin had recognised. Her brows raising.

"I think I know her," she said then.

"What?"

"I think I've seen her before. Probably ages ago when I was younger, around the headquaters."

"What a crappy reunion then," Taehyung mumbled, perfectly aiming at yet another one.

"The car is only twenty meters down there," Arabella said then between of shooting. Pressing herself against the tree's truck again. "You think we can make it?"

"We gotta try."

At this moment, something landed next to them. Smoke infiltrating their visions seconds later. A smoke bomb. Not necessarily a bad thing as it also gave them the perfect opportunity to run to the car without getting noticed.

Arabella shortly lost sight of the others, trying her best not to bump into any trees, barely making out anything in the smoke. Suddenly the feeling of an arm wrapping around her neck making her tense up. Someone was attempting to choke her. Her berretta fell on the ground as she struggled freeing herself from the firm grip. She took a deep breath then and with all her might, elbowed the man in the guts, serving him another kick with her knee between his legs and finishing him off with her elbow on the back of his neck when he was kneeling in pain. Sinking onto the ground.

She huffed and picked up her gun. "I don't even recognise your ugly face," she mumbled to herself before continuing making her way through the white wall. The smoke starting clearing off.

As she made her way down the hill, she spotted Jimin a few meters away. She smiled, about to run up to him when two shots echoed through the mist. Next thing she saw was him falling to the ground. Her eyes grew wide and she looked around. Catching another man in black coming out of the smoke. Sure they had taken down most of them, but there were still some left. And one of them was nearing Jimin now. Probably to ensure he had hit him.

Her jaw clenched as she unlocked her beretta. Not on my damn watch, she thought as she soundlessly snuck on the man from the side. And with one straight shot, hit him on the neck. The man sank into the ground and without wasting a second she immediately ran to Jimin. Finding him wincing in pain, his hands pressing down on his side and shoulder. Blood flowing down between his fingers.

"Sht," Arabella cursed and wrapped an arm around his back, helping him stand up. He winced again. "Bella.."

"Don't-" she whispered in a warning tone and put his arm around her own shoulder. "Don't you dare do something stupid, ok? The car's right there."

He managed to smile for a moment before hunching again. Screwing his eyes shut.

They somehow got to the car shortly after. It had only been a few meters after all.

Arabella didn't know where that strength had come from because although she had been fit for her job, she never considered herself overly strong, physically. And yet, she somehow managed supporting almost all his weight as he was on the verge of losing his consciousness. "I said don't you dare," she said through gritted teeth, "Stay awake!"

Yoongi came out of the woods in that moment as well. His eyes widening when seeing the two. He instantly rushed to them then, helping her slide Jimin inside the backsteat. She took off her top then and tore it apart, wrapping the cloth as tightly as possible around his gunshot wounds.

A few seconds later Taehyung appeared as well, shooting behind him while running, obviously still striking anyone down.

"What happened?" he asked when seeing the blood and Jimin curled up in Arabella's embrace in the backseat. He slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, flooring the pattel.

"One of them got him," Yoongi explained as he looked over his shoulder. Concern washing over his features as he saw his friend in that miserable condition.

The car rumbled again on the uneven ground and the high velocity with which Taehyung raced down the mountain path.

Arabella's grip around Jimin tightened, pressing him more again her chest. She didn't care if her clothes got stained with his blood. All she cared about was to keep pressure on the wounds to prevent him from bleeding out.

She glanced down on him, biting down her lips when seeing the pain in his usually cheerful face. She noticed his expression softening suddenly, relaxing more and more. Her brows raising in panic. He almost looked.. liveless.

"Don't close your eyes!" she pleaded and slapped his cheek. "Jimin, open your damn eyes!"

His lips formed a weak grin then. "Can't a guy catch some rest?"

She gasped, being relieved for a moment before realising he had been messing with her once again. Shooting him an angry glare. "You insensitive jerk, you scared me!"

"Well, him joking around is definitely a good sign," Yoongi chuckled from the passenger seat. Hiding his actual worry. He was just relieved Jimin seemed well enough to still tease her.

Jimin laughed faintly, enjoying himself as much as he could with the numbing pain that shot through his body. It could be worse, he thought, at least he was pressed against her chest. Everything seemed a little bit better with her holding him tight like this.

And he smiled to himself. Not only because of his cheek being pressed right against her bra, a feeling he enjoyed way too much given the situation, but also because of her caring side always coming through when he needed her the most.

His eyes blinked open for a moment, closing again. "Bella-baby, don't cry."

"What?" Her brows furrowed as her free hand travelled to her cheek. She hadn't noticed the single tear rolling down her cheeks out of frustration. And she quickly wiped it away.

That idiot didn't deserve thinking she'd be crying over his sorry ass. Not after making her believe he'd have lost consciousness.

"Hold on, man, we're almost back in town," Taehyung said then. Driving back on asphalt.

"What should we do, though?" the older guy beside him asked worried, "We obviously can't bring him to a hospital or doctor's office. They'd find us."

Taehyung pursed his lips as he took a sharp turn, bewaring of the traffic. He contemplated for a moment. "The savest would be not to go back then and instead go right to the city. It's bigger and it'd make it harder for them to find us there."

"Agreed, but what are we gonna do about him?"

"I know a place," Taehyung sighed then. A hint of sorrow brushing over his face. "And I know someone who can help."

Yoongi frowned at his words. Remembering something in the back of his mind. "Wait.. doesn't -"

He nodded. "Yeah, she does."

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ladyseidr · 5 months

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vanessa headcanons / portrayal notes but i'm too lazy to make her headcanon banner or even write coherent thoughts so you just get a bullet point list:

definitely a reluctant follower but as things progress she gets more. . . attached might be a strong word, but she stops hating glitch so much. this does not last once she escapes him obv

like it's literally: oh funny rabbit guy but this is a glitch i need to figure out -> okay i hate his vibe -> get out of my head i hate you -> i might as well learn to live with you -> i've completely isolated myself from all friends except you so i guess that makes you. . . almost a friend -> post-game deeply traumatizing by the violating of like. literally having her autonomy taken away from her

still carries deep guilt and resentment for the murders during moments where she's fighting back / he's not in control at all

vanessa is the only fucking character in fn.af who would genuinely seek therapy after every thing and i think she should get an award for that

researches the franchise + william af.ton in a lot of detail when The Hell Begins and is horrified but also has to deal with glitch being very fond of his very dead creator

basically, not in the suit: glitch is like an annoying little voice in her head who she has to stop herself from arguing out loud with in the supermarket

in the suit: he's like. not Literally in control but heavily, heavily, heavily influences her thoughts and actions. can make her think almost anything is the right decision

( okay it's not as simple as "in the suit" and "out of the suit," but you catch my drift. she can absolutely "come out of it" while wearing the suit, and she can def be under his control while not )

i said it before but: scene girl in high school. like, she has rainbow extensions when not under glitch's control, of course she was a scene girl

genuinely loves the glamr.ocks, despite everything

generally i don't want to go with her owning / being in complete charge of the pizza.plex because that's silly to me, but i don't have an alternative, esp because like who would it be??? i just shrug.

genuinely concerned abt gregory or any other kid who gets in, esp because she Knows What's Going On. she literally knows that she's a threat herself.

favorite animals? cats and horses

took the help wa.nted job because, like. she needed the money + she's absolutely a gamer so it seemed fun. especially because she had never played VR before

doesn't have a favorite color and will argue if you try to get her to pick. definitely enjoys bright colors, though

absolutely thought fazb.ear entertainment was full of shit from the start, but she wasn't actually that familiar with the history, so

literally will adopt gregory post-game. tries to act kind of like a big sister but never had any siblings so she's incredibly lost fdhskfashfjdlsah

introvert, but enjoys having a small, close group of friends. she ghosts them during the glitch stuff, but the ones that matter are there for her when she gets back ( and def understand when she. . . kinda explains what was going on )

although "i adopted a kid" "you w h a t " FDHFKDSHJFHS

has absolutely nothing to do with her parents, for valid reasons

completely traumatized post-game to the point that she questions whether her own thoughts are "really" hers. she seriously doubts her own sanity at times, is often scared she didn't "actually" get rid of glitch, and questions her ability ( and worthiness, given her actions under brainwashing ) to take care of herself, much less gregory

like i mention on her page, i'm open to writing any ending and don't treat one as canon on this blog. however, it should be noted that i'm not a fan of the burnt.rap ending ( fully biased by the fact that i don't like burnt.rap's existence ). that's not to say i'm not willing to write it, but i'm prob not interested in writing directly with burnt.rap himself

as also mentioned on her page, she's a lesbian, so there won't be any shipping with her and glitch or william ( or any man lmao ). if glitch still wants to be weird, that's on him, but she won't be receptive period.

loves creative stuff!! is an artist ( esp with pencils or digital, but can paint a bit ), enjoys decorating her apartment, and adores dressing up in pretty clothes!

also genuinely enjoys programming. yes, it is soured for her post-game.

will self-sabotage herself even pre-game ( eating nothing but takeout, not getting outside enough, isolating, etc ). therapy helps post-game.

#˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » reluctant follower ( vanessa aiken )#f n a f /#murder mention tw #brainwashing tw #hi i love her tell me you love her #i need to write her more soooo bad #also she'll prob get an classic fn.af / 80s verse at some point #she also has a movie verse that like. follows the movie p much lmao #except she's less tell-don't-show LMAO #i feel like she was done dirty in that way. i mean explaining the stuff only she would know is one thing #but mike would be like 'i don't understand' & my van would be like 'this is common knowledge please pick up a book?????'#he would be like 'what murders' and she would be like 'what world have you been living in'#my vanessa would not be the Lore Keeper So Mike Doesn't Have To Discover Anything Himself #anyway i'm open to any sort of AU with movie verse too #including mike being an aft.on ESPECIALLY if i get to explore vanessa /knowing/ but not telling him

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innitmarvellous · 5 months

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I would love to hear about you going on a tangent about British politics and stuff. I find stuff like that so fascinating especially as an American so please do tell and any book/media recommendations would be cool Tysm

Whoa, thank you so much and I even feel honoured! :D I'm always happy for an opportunity to bang on about politics. And I'm sorry, but this will be a pretty long post, haha.

Well, I was sort of into politics ever since my school days (oh, the good old days when I had to explain the German electoral system for my exams haha) and I guess I might have studied something politics-related at university if I had the qualifications...but sadly I don't, so it's just something like a hobby for me. Anyway, at first I mostly just followed German politics, but then I got really into British politics in 2016 after the Brexit vote. I started watching the parliamentary debates on Brexit when they showed them on German TV for whatever reason, then later online and idk, that got me hooked. I have been following current events to varying degrees ever since (mostly via the Guardian and the BBC News because I'm sort of a leftie...lol) and I would say it has definitely become one of my main interests. I think nowadays I'm probably better informed about the events in the UK than about the political landscape in my own country (bit sad, but true). Still, I'm definitely no expert and I've got a bad memory, so I find new and interesting bits and books all the time, haha.

Anyway, book recommendations! This will be by far the longest part of this post…of course this is only just about the stuff I've read, so not exactly comprehensive and probably biased because of my personal political preferences, but…hopefully still a bit useful. :) (Sorry for the Goodreads links, but since I use that site to keep track of my reading it was just the easiest solution. Here's also a link to my non-fiction shelf for more stuff…I didn't mention every single book I've read or else this post would be even longer haha)

For a more general overview I would recommend this series of books: UK Politics Annual Update. They are actually for A-level exam preparations, but I found them pretty useful (especially for earlier years when I didn't follow politics yet) and bought almost all of the older editions. Or alternatively, this book was alright if you want want less detail, but still a quite comprehensive overview. Although I didn't really like how the author's personal opinion got obvious from some bits. For a more light-hearted approach, British Politics for Dummies is also pretty good. I've read a few of this series and it's one of the better books.

Getting a bit more specific now…two pretty good books which are mostly about what happens in Westminster and what could be improved about the way British politics work are How Westminster Works...and Why It Doesn't and Code of Conduct. Especially the first one is really good, and it has lots of interesting stuff in the 'further reading' section for the more hardcore nerds. Yeah, I'm currently going through that list, haha.

Also pretty good, but also quite specific are Chums and Butler to the World. The first one is about how modern politics is mostly shaped by people who went to Oxford (and it was quite depressing sometimes, but very interesting), and the second is about how Britain occasionally helps rich people hide their money to pay less taxes and all that. Another good one is The War Against the BBC, but as it's mostly about, well...the BBC it's only politics-adjacent…still worth reading especially since the Tories these days are attacking the BBC all the time and try to undermine it.

As for Brexit, I'm still looking for a really good book about that…but the best one I've read so far is A Short History of Brexit. It's pretty complicated and technical though, and goes into detail about how the UK joined the EU in the first place, so I wouldn't 100% recommend it.

Three quite different, but interesting books written by British politicians are Go Big, Seven Ways to Change the World (ideas about how to improve British or even world politics from two former Labour leaders) and Unspeakable (despite the title it's not just an autobiography but also explains quite a bit about the work of the Speaker of the House of Commons).

Also, no matter whether you're a rather left-wing person or whatever you think about Jeremy Corbyn, this book was really interesting. Of course it's written from a sympathetic viewpoint, but it was generally really interesting to see the phenomenon of Corbynism in the context of the history of the Labour Party. Same goes for this book, although it's also written from a left-wing perspective.

Also surprisingly good and insightful was this short essay about politics by Frankie Boyle. Yes, the comedian.

Oh, and last but not least: I also genuinely think that watching HIGNFY is pretty useful when it comes to getting an overview about current British events. (Well, "current" depends on whether you're watching an old series or the latest episodes, of course. But it's just as good for older stuff, I think. Some things like, idk, scandals usually don't get mentioned in the books, at least not the ones I've read.) Same goes for the Private Eye annuals, although I assume these are more fun if you do have at least some knowledge of what happened in the corresponding year already.

#ask #uk politics #reading #if anyone wants to add something to this post please feel free to do so...i'm always happy about recommendations too!#no matter if it's books or articles or podcasts...really whatever kind of media

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daryldixonsjizzrag · 8 months

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Random modern John Marston hcs and also things I think he'd like (might add more tmmr) some Javier x John stuff (fluff) is mentioned so just keep scrolling if u don't like that - He LOVES canned cheese. Like the American whipped cream bullshit. Javier would constantly be screaming at him wondering where there's 5+ cans of cheese in the fridge. - Septum piercings. Javier gave him one. He cried a little but refused to admit it. When it healed the kissed once and somehow got their piercings stuck and had to figure out how to get them unstuck. - DRUM KITS!!!! That mf would be so loud on them. He got multiple noise complaints from the neighbours but seriously didn't give a shit (he also watched hop as a kid and that's partially what got him his interest in drums and rock and stuff). - Alternative rock. The amount of times Javier hasn't been able to sleep because he could hear "I WATCHED A CHAAAAAAANGE IN YOUUUUUUU" Being screamed by John is just way too many to count. His fav band would definitely be Deftones. He usually entirely ignores the lyrics and only pays attention to them when he's blasting the music in public, realising how fucked they can be and changes the song to the cocomelon theme or smth idk. More under the cut

- Weed. It's self explanatory. - His childhood comfort character was probably Scooby-Doo. He also really liked Shaggy and as he got older grew a theory that Shaggy was hiding a bong somewhere in that van (It's so canon don't lie). - HE WAS A MYSPACE EMO EVERYONE!!!!! - Looked up porn on a school library laptop once because he was dared to. Deeply regretted it. But he didn't????? Idk I'm very sleep deprived. - He either wears amazingly tight skinny jeans like the shit all male teachers wear or the baggiest pants to ever exist in the history of clothing. No in between. - Javier took him to a emo/goth shop once. Probably ALT CVLT was the first goth shop John ever went to. He got some pants, one of those weird chain harness things and a rat skull. I'm absolutely losing it rn and I think at some point I just started writing shit ab myself but 😜 OH WELL /hj. Below are just some random thoughts I have about him from time to time he looks like a wet kitten. it's very cute. Even though his hair is greasy af. woah I just blinked and had this vision of John with like really skinny legs that was enlightening. I think about him alot. like alot alot. I cried whilst looking at pixel him earlier this morning. I was simply just riding to armadillo and started crying because he makes me IMPLODE with serotonin. I subconsciously changed my sleeping schedule to match his pls help. I could put all this in the tags but NO. My brain doesn't want that. I'm only getting 6 hours of sleep per night and I feel like I'm going to die.

#im very tired #javier escuella x john marston #john marston #john marston is very silly just like me ahhhh !!!!!#why am i like this #john marston headcanons

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sapphire-weapon · 1 year

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I can't say how long it's been this bad with A/eons bullying and harassing people who ship anything but A/eon [I've been in and out of the fandom over the past few years, but after RE4R, I got hyperfixated on RE so I've engaged more with the fandom lately than I ever have in the past], but coming from fandoms outside of RE (where what ship is endgame doesn't matter), I feel like at least a good 95% of the bully A/eon shippers came from those outside fandoms too where canon endgame ships seem to have more bearing on that media's quality than what the relationships in RE have. For example, Stranger Things is about one of the WORST fucking places for ship wars I've ever seen because the narrative of that show puts a lot more importance on character relationships and whether or not they'll work out than Resident Evil does. People in that fandom are used to fighting for their lives in ship wars over what ship should be the canon endgame for each character because they stress the importance of relationships and community between characters in that show so much. So I feel like it's possible that some of the newer A/eon shippers could've come from fandoms like that where they think they have to fight for their life for the endgame ship, because that vibe just feels so similar between fandoms. A/eon and Cl/eon are the new Twilight love triangle it seems. But regardless, it's no excuse for them at all to bully fans who don't ship A/eon (I've seen them bully some Cl/eons off of Twitter before even and now finding any content for that ship is so scarce over there these days). And I feel like with Death Island coming up, another piece of RE media like Infinite Darkness where Leon and Claire are present in the same location together and Ada is no where in sight and hasn't been since RE6 [aside from the remakes], it feels like they're losing some false hope for A/eon being an endgame ship when Capcom isn't about the romances in RE for the most part in the first place.

This has been going on since 1998 and I'm not joking.

And you know what other huge video game fandom was in vogue in 1998? Final Fantasy VII, which has the nastiest ship war in all of video game fandom history that still goes on to this day. Old Guard Aeon fandom was forged in the fires of ship wars, and they are stuck in their ways and will never, ever change.

You might think it's bad now, but you have absolutely no idea how bad Aeon vs Cleon actually was back in the day. You literally could not engage with the fandom as a Leon fan at all without taking a side. Those were your only two options. And, for someone like me, who didn't really fucking care about either of them, it was so, so exhausting.

There was no Leshley. There was no Chreon. There was no Serrennedy. Those were not options that were available to you. In fact, Resident Evil fandom (and survival horror fandom in general lbr) was actually very homophobic for a very long time until RE5 turned Chris Redfield into a gay icon with two of his alternate costumes (1, 2), and all of the gays finally started flooding in and saving this fandom from itself.

So, pre-RE5, you were either Team Aeon or you were Team Cleon and you kept your fucking mouth shut if you liked anything else, because you would get booted the fuck out of communities on LiveJournal if you mentioned it -- and, back then? That's all there was. You didn't have tumblr AND twitter AND tiktok AND whatever the fuck else. Fandom lived on LiveJournal. Period.

And don't misunderstand me. Back in the day, Cleon fandom was just as batshit crazy as Aeon fandom is today. I feel like Cleon fandom has mostly chilled the fuck out these days because the vast majority of them have accepted by this point that they lost the war, but back in the mid aughts? Oh, dear god, they were insufferable and just as cult-like.

Degeneration poured so much gasoline on the fire that RE4 started, especially when the director of that movie, when asked why Ada wasn't in it, responded with "She cannot be in everything."

And then Darkside Chronicles happened and made it SO MUCH WORSE because Aeon fans were pissed off that Claire was Leon's co-op partner for the RE2 campaign, and then Cleon fans were pissed off because the Leon/Ada kiss happened, and I just.

Seriously thank god for every single person who started playing these games solely because they wanted to take Chris to pound town. They are the real, true heroes of this fandom, and I am so, so, so, so grateful for them.

And, idk, maybe that's a huge part of the reason why Aeon fandom is still feeling so insecure -- because there was a fairly significant amount of time when it was possible that Capcom was going to tip the scales in favor of Cleon. Damnation and RE6 finally squashed that notion, and the ending of Infinite Darkness coup-de-grace'd it, but it was a real thing for many years.

And now with Leon/Ashley now also being a canon ship of sorts... all that shit is probably bubbling right back up to the surface. Because now, Aeon isn't The Only Canon Ship in Resident Evil anymore. Hell, Aeon isn't even the only canon ship for Leon anymore.

And after taking eighteen years of abuse and shaming and knowing just how nasty RE fandom can get, Leon/Ashley fandom better stay the fuck humble. I swear to god. Y'all motherfuckers just keep your fucking heads down and nod politely and say "Thank you, Mr. Capcom, for this wonderful gift." because no one in a million fucking years would have ever thought that we'd be the ones to become Leon's secondary canon ship.

And this next part isn't directed at you specifically, anon, but at all of my followers and especially the ones who've been contributing to the discussion tonight:

DO NOT fight with Aeon fandom, because I DO NOT want to see us become them -- or even become the second coming of Old Guard Cleon Fandom. Block them and let it go. I mean it.

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sisterdivinium · 6 months

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Hi I'm AvMila anon. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ❤️ AAAAAaaaaahhhhhhh sorry for screaming. But you inaugurating the Ava/Camila tag on ao3 with your own piece is just... It's top 5 one of the sweetest things someone has done for me. You truly looked at my crackship and said why not and went ahead and created the very first entry, and probably the only one lol, but that's so considerate. Thank you truly. I enjoyed it, and I loved DocSuperion's cameo. Jillian finding them cuddling and surely thinking to herself "well, aren't all of us at this house a little (a lot) fruity"

I read your elaboration on the "spam" thing. I get it now, I didn't understand what the issue was at first, but you explained it well. I have had something similar happen in other fandoms, I wasn't much into the main pairing and my ship was also just sort of floating around them as accessories to them. And yeah it's disappointing. It would be good and also kind of authors to mention, hey my main focus will be this ship or these 2 characters, all other tags point to support roles so they won't get much spotlight or development. Thank you again, you're very kind :) I loved what you wrote for my little crazy ship

Hello again!

Oh, I'm very, very happy to know that ficlet was to your liking <3 You're very much welcome.

I'm not exactly popular but hey, who knows, maybe someone else will look at it and get a little idea for a story to tell about Ava and Camila as well -- and perhaps give the tag a little push forward in the process. I hope so!

And, you know, I'd consider something like JC/Miguel more of a crackship than Ava/Cam. To me, only one out of those two pairings could have an internal logic with the correct build-up (although I wouldn't censor anyone willing to make JC/Miguel a thing, LOL. To each their own, but THAT's something I wouldn't touch!) I'm sure the avatrice diehards might disagree with me (and, to be fair, as a Jillian/Suzanne diehard, I'm myself irrationally protective of my OTP and wouldn't be caught near any other pairing that involved either Jillian or Superion -- I, too, have my childish shipping faults :)), but I can see something in there for Ava and Camila, it does makes sense. Even if just for a small little scene like the one I wrote -- why not, you know?

I sometimes wonder if people don't get a bit too attached to longfic. I imagine it has its charms, but as someone who prefers to write smaller but "tighter" stories, fooling around with other ships comes a lot easier. I'm not bound to a leviathan ninety-eight chapter story and can just play with different concepts in each little fic that comes to mind. And it's fun, what can I say? I had a blast writing Ava/Cam for you that day. It's not the greatest thing ever written in the history of English Literature, granted, but then it doesn't have to be which is a good reminder for myself as I struggle with my current doctor superion project... Ahem.

As for the "spam" deal, yeah, I thought it had just been miscommunication and you'd know what I meant if I just explained it a little better, so I'm glad that got cleared up as well. I don't think certain corners of the fandom will ever come across this series of posts that took place on my blog this week, so I'm not hopeful that the conversation will reach those it should reach as concerns tagging, but who knows. Fandoms were more organised once, perhaps they might again find it in their hearts to remember we don't all like the same things and that it would be a welcome courtesy to take us into consideration when tagging for alternative ships.

Anyway. Thanks for stopping by again! And let me reiterate how happy I am to know that you enjoyed my humble offering to your ship! <3

#chats with anon #correspondence #suppose i'll tag this with the meta tag as well since the longfic x shortfic comment could classify #meta fandom talk i guess #keeping my fingers crossed for more people to write some ava/cam so you don't feel so alone anon!#and ha you caught my total inability to write wn stuff without including jillian and suzanne in some capacity did you? :)

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Hey finnie!! Congrats on 1k!!! You deserve it!!!!

I wanted to see if you'd do no 9 for me cause I'm so curious as to who you'd pick. You know me p well by this point but I'll still tell you about myself as if ya didn't >:]

So hey, I'm a mexican-american living in socal, I work full time as a post production assistant transferring every old from of audio and video you can think of to digital and im very passionate about media conservation. I have immigrant parents so the connection to my culture isent that far off- but I grew up in Southern California and it shows. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was a teen but later was rediagnosed with DID, I also have depression and believe I am on the spectrum. I love to draw and watch film when i have the time but mostly i just listen to audiobooks because i can do that at work. I've always had to work a lot, whether it's night shifts at the warehouse, 50+ hour weeks or nightclub gigs after work I'm always doing *something*. The fact that I have to work so much bums me out a Lot and I want to explode the concept of capitalism but that doesnt stop me from taking an absurd amount of pride in being a hard worker, I get it from my dad. I don't sleep very much, people always find it strange but no matter what time I fall asleep I will wake up 4-5 hours later without alarms and still feel well-rested. Like I mentioned I read a LOT cause I do it on the job, my favorite books are true crime and horror (Grady Hendrix is my all time fave author) but I also get through a ton of history books- mainly medical and historys of conflict. I watch movies whenever I get the chance, I love horror!! It's comforting to me. Most of my favorite films are from the 70s. Oh I love getting tattoos and if I had the money for it id get one everyday, I love the feeling a lot. I listen to a lot of different kinds of music, 80s pop and goth, old punk, 60s and 70s rock, oldies, 90s grunge and reggae, 2000s emo, rap and indie, modern industrial goth, old country as well as mariachi, corridos, reggaeton and Mexican rock. Really genuinely love most kinds of music, but my fave is anything I can sing or dance to. Like I said I have DID which is a pretty big part of me but simultaneously so small, after therapy I was able to get to a place where my alters don't really front unless there's an agreement to do so and it's mostly for comfort and healing reasons now but I live most of my life with one or more riding passenger seat if that makes sense? There's always someone I can talk to or ask for advice. My ideal night out is a night dancing at some alternative club or maybe karaoke at a dinky little bar. I also love to go on drives and like going to the beach at night to lay on the sand hearing the water until I get too cold.

I think I included way more than you needed but I'd love to hear who you'd pick and why :> 🖤

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ok this was... this one was difficult because i struggled to decide between two rogues (a variant of Mad Hatter being the other option) but i hope the decision i made was the right one💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

such a noble cause that you work for! and you picked a key word, because harley is deeply attracted in every sense of the word to passion. doesn't matter what it is, if you're truly passionate about it she'll follow suit

heritage and culture is so important to harley too, and her jewish heritage is often overlooked, so she understand the connection and trying to maintain it or even strengthen it. she'd be so keen to share in someone else's culture and maybe even share hers with them

harley is a trained psychologist. she's a doctor. she has a degree. so any mental health issues she's so keen to try and help, without crossing any boundaries of course. she just wants the best for the people she loves and it's in her nature to try and talk through problems and find ways to fix things or make them hurt less

i frequently headcanon harley as someone who loves drawing as a way of relaxing or as an outlet, and i think she would employ a lot of art psychotherapy tactics. most of all, sitting with you and doodling while you draw and chat about your day would make her so happy

she gets hard work. first of all, it's not easy to study to become a psycholgist. second of all, it's not easy to work in one of the more intense asylums. and third of all, wielding a hammer while looking sexy is a herculean task believe it or not. but hey, if you hate capitalism, why not join her in villainy! or better yet, leave the crime to her and you can stay at home doing nothing all day, let her spoil you!

you would get sleep with harley around. she wouldn't be above bonking you on the head to make sure you're well-rested. 4-5 hours isn't enough, she insists on it. by that point she's only just starting to feel like she's spent enough time stroking your arm and watching you snooze, she needs at least another 2 hours on top of that.

true crime and horror are such harley vibes. she seems like she would love a horror movie marathon. the gorier the better for her though, and with some amazing kill scenes! and let's be honest, some 70s horror films have amazing death scenes in them so she can get on board with that

harley has a fair few tattoos, but nothing would make her giddier with sheer excitement and love than getting a matching tattoo (or 17) with you!!

i think harley loves dancing. she's a gymnast, it's pretty close in terms of movement. she probably has immense skills, albeit untrained, in most dance styles. so any kind of music is something she can work with. and karaoke would 100% be up her street, a cheesy love ballad that you can duet on, or the classic "girls just wanna have fun", but screaming it at an insane volume while she laughs with you

it's maybe not the same thing, but harley has harleen riding sidecar with her at all times. it's not always a good thing for her, since they don't share many of the same opinions, but you'd be a good influence on her, and maybe she'd start taking advice from harleen more often

#finnie1k #finnie writes

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aurik6 · 10 months

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Makoto's route. Dark 07

Characters mentioned: Makoto Aomine, Yui Komori, Ruki Mukami, Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki

Monologue:

So things are going like they are... Nothing interesting, but Ruki sometimes recalls what I should to as far as I'm "snake" like the Mukamis. Honestly, this role doesn't suit me at all. But who asked me? Who asked them if they wanted to do all these things? They didn't have a choice if they wanted to be alive again.

And I... I also don't have any alternatives. Can't turn around and step back. I'm already into all this bloody nightmare...

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Location: school

Makoto : How will I know who Adam is among them? There're six guys!

Ruki: Simply, because one of them is Eve's choice.

Makoto: Still... If I'm wrong and "seduce" the wrong guy?

Ruki: That's impossible, otherwise — just stupid of you. It's being said, watching them is in your best interest.

Makoto: *soffs* Puah, you see, I've never liked probabilities at math, so I won't calculate the variants...

Ruki: You're testing my patience with this foolishness. What do you mean by... that?

Makoto: Oh, I just gonna ask them straightforwardly : who's dating Komori Yui? That's all, bingo! It's safer to check everything "manually".

*Ruki's slowly covering his face with hands*

Ruki: ...

Makoto: Hey, why are you so disappointed?

Ruki: Sometimes I think of doing a skull tripanation to you, just to check if there's a feature of some brain...

Makoto: *waves her hands*

Makoto: No-no! I still need my brain for some important things!

Ruki: No doubts, really.

Ruki: However, I assume if you fail, you'll be just replaced and don't even notice this. That's all, now go. Do your job.

Makoto: It's too sad to say bye, Ruki...

Ruki: Don't embarrass me with your bluntness! And it's better for us not to walk together. Ideally for us to pretend that we don't even know each other.

Makoto: Oh, I'd like to ignore Kou-kun for eternit, nut not you. I know you're not proud of me and Kou fighting. So, sorry for that, Ruki. See you.

Makoto: *walks away in some direction*

Ruki: *watches her going in annoyance but also with some melancholic glimpse in the eyes*

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Makoto: (What now? I don't fucking care if I'll be replaced, I'm here for not thinking about it! I only need my piece of reality, in the end of this mission, wether it's going to be successful or fail for them, I'll know facts about my loved ones' weird deaths...I'll find all the answers! I hope...)

*The bell rings*

Location: *History class*

Makoto: (another boring-ass subject. At least I'm lucky to be with Sakamakis in the same room. But with whom? Of course the damn triplets. Three faces of God, cor blimely! )

History teacher: Well, our history course of the semester is ending, so before we move to philosophy course I highly recommend you to prepare for the next lesson and devote some of your time to Plato's Republic book 7, especially the Allegory of the cave. I'd like to think about the concept of this allegory.

Makoto: (Ha, does he really think I'd read it?)

History teacher: Perhaps reading this book will change your attitude to knowledge and truth's concept.

Makoto: ! (Hm... it sounds like it can be useful? But not now, not now, man...)

Makoto: ( Better to return to my "mission". Oh, I'll write a small note for... Ah, Ayato. It'll be an easier try than the others..)

Makoto: (Okay, now one minute before the bell... Please, please, notice that silly note!)

*she throws a piece of paper on Ayato's desk*

Makoto: (Then keep watching him...)

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*The scene shifts to the hallway*

Makoto: ( So where's my Eve-bait? Oh, here's she is.)

Makoto: Oh, Yui, good to see you! Where are you going?

Yui: Ah, hi, Makoto-san! Well, I'm going to the cafeteria... Kanato-kun asked me to...

Makoto: You know, it's great! I'd like to join you here, but I have some deal... You mind me joining after?

Yui: (Why is she so excited? I have a bad feeling of it...)

Yui: Y-yeah, sure..

Makoto: You're the best!

*Makoto runs away to the hallway*

???: He-he, watch ya step!

Makoto: Huh?..

*Thud*

Makoto: What the –

*she falls down*

Ayato: Yo, Chichiari*, resting here on the floor?

*she looks up.*

Makoto: (Fuck... he's not following my plan! I wrote to come to the infirmary!)

Makoto: Wow!... What a coincidence, Ayato! I was on my way to find you, but seems you did it first!

Ayato: Tch, did you write this stupid note on behalf of Chichinashi? Are you that stupid? Anyone is able to get this trick

Makoto: Chichiari, chichinashi. Are you still in your damn puberty? How long does it take you, vampires, to overcome this? Hundreds of years?

*She stands up*

Ayato: Ye don't wanna answer my questions?

Makoto: Why if you already know the answers!

*Ayato grabs her wrist*

Ayato: You still so upset about the past? You want a revenge? Why are ya spying on me, ha??

Makoto: Spying? Are you crazy? I just wanted to ask one little question, that's all! I thought you'll help me. That's sorta "revenge" I want from you if you like to call it like this.

Ayato: Well I don't owe you nothing.

Makoto: You deceived me, man I count it as a betrayal, so you do.

Ayato: I didn't deceive, huh. It was your fault to think I'm also a human.

*Laito appears from behind*

Laito: Hmpf~ It feels like you two had a common past together? How could I miss it... Oh, but hold on, I remember this Little Minx*, once Ayato-kun couldn't stop talking about some attractive girl with blue eyes and big bo–

*sounds of violence*

*PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH*

Laito: Ow-whaaa...

Ayato: You're fucking pervert, shut your filthy mouth up!!!!

Makoto: ?... Honestly, I expected you were treating me like a friend and not like a woman from playboy's cover.

*She goes closer to Laito and squats in front of him*

Makoto: Are you okay, you...? Laito, right? Your Uh... Fedora fell off...

Ayato: C'mon I don't recommend you to even look in his side, Chichiari...

Laito: *stands up*

Laito: Oh, this little minx is acting way more nicer than my older* brother ~ You know, Ayato-kun, for now it's okay for you to misbehave since this girl is so kind to even give me my hat.

Makoto: (He.. winked to me. Gosh, it seems like I'd never do my thing and go home!)

Ayato: You know what, you both are like a pain in the ass, I don't wanna be there anymore.

Makoto: Hold on! Tell me... Who's among your brothers dating Komori Yui?

Laito: Eeeeh? Ooh, seems we're gonna have a love-triangle here? How interesting... What do you think, Ayato-kun?~

Ayato: ...

Ayato: Oi, Chichiari, what do you even mean?

Makoto: ?

Makoto: Are you deaf? I mean what I mean. Who's her boyfriend?

Laito: Ha-ha-ha-ha! You two being so funny!!!

Ayato: You know what, it's none of your business, Makoto.

Makoto: Oh, then if you respond like that it means you are.

Ayato: ...

Makoto: Laito, can't you help here? You look like a guy who's keen on this stuff, aren't you?

Laito: Fu-fu-fu Bitch-chan of course it's perceptive of you, I don't hesitate to say it, but I consider not being helpful here too.

Makoto: No? (It's..bad! They won't tell, yes?.. Oh, man...)

Ayato: You did all this just to annoy me, the great Ore-sama? And what you got by it? Nothing! You're a dumbass, really.

Makoto: Well, maybe I am, but not as big as you, huh! I kinda wanted the easy revenge tho, but not as much as I wanted us to reconcile.

Ayato: Ha?..

Laito: Fu-fu-fu... Bitch-chan has a secret for sure~ What's she planning out here?

Makoto: *steps closer*

Makoto: (Wish Laito bit his tongue)

Makoto: I wanted a talk with my ex-friend, that's all.

Laito: About Komori Yui?~

Makoto: ...

Makoto: You guys are vampires and I'm not sure that the gossips about her dating with one of the Sakamakis is... a sane idea for a church girl like her. You know, we're friends, actually. Not close, but stil. I was worried that if it happens to be Ayato for her love-interest, she'll be in troubles.

Laito: *smirks*

Laito: How convincing. Well, sorry, Little Minx, but I can't stay here any longer. I have some... Buisness~

We'll meet again.

*He walks away*

Makoto: Is he like that all the time? I mean... terrifying.

Ayato: Tch, he is. I don't wanna talk to ya, tho.

Makoto: (Shit. After a year of silence from him I see Ayato like that and can't even be sincere. I'm also lying to him at some point, so im not better than him?)

Makoto: I... Have to say sorry for making this scene in front of your brother and all in all.

Ayato: You have to? Tho ya see, I need no You after all. It's in the past. I thought you've forgotten about it, a year passed. Isn't it quite long for a human? But you keep this shit in your head, I wonder why.

Makoto: Because it was too good to be true...

Ayato: ?

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Author's notes:

1* – "Chichiari" is the antonym of "Chichinashi" and as far as I remember it is "has boobs" literally. This "term" (lmao) was pointed by several ppl in Fandom so I'm not saying "I've invented this stuff"

2* – Idk, it'd be a bit boring if Laito called every girl "Little Bitch/Bitch-chan". So, "Little Minx" is somewhat of alternative. Maybe "Little Slut" would be also a good idea

#kirua9 #dark07 #makoto route #makotoaomine #diahell #dl #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc

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