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starrgaziinggg · 2 months

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter thirty eight -> swings and roundabouts (written 2.5k words)

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The stress of exams was finally over. Classes were back to normal. You and Hyunjin couldn't be in a better place since the aftermath of the party. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

The only exception to this was the fact that you still didn't know who the evil mastermind behind the undercover JYP-U account was.

As much as you tried to push it out of your mind, it plagued your every thought. Who knew all these secrets about your friends? Why did they lie about Jeongin? How hadn't you been able to figure it out yet?

It was Jisung’s idea to get everybody together to discuss an action plan for figuring out the perpetrator and taking them down, which he had relayed to Chan. The first victim of the account was still as pissed off as everyone else, and although the repercussions for him hadn't been as severe as some others, he felt the exact same as you. You couldn't just sit back and let this account attempt to deface and destroy you all.

Chan had managed to snag a free room at the campus coffee shop, a secluded area, allowing you the privacy to talk about the subject without lingering people. You had to get away from the prying ears of your fellow university students. It was beyond time, you thought, for some action to finally happen against the account owner.

"So," Chan starts, student body president mode on. You sat to the left of Yuna and to the right of Hyunjin, listening to him intently. Everyone else in your friend group, bar Lia, was sat around too. "I've tried to trace the IP address - dead end. I've tried to contact the people who run the social media website and they've been useless."

"It's all dead ends," Jisung confirms solemnly. "Whoever it is knows what they're doing."

"So if we can't figure out who it is from a technological standpoint," Jeongin speaks up. "We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way."

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. "There's someone out there who knows all these secrets and we have no idea who they are. Doesn't that seem impossible?"

"Completely, but it's clearly possible," Minho sighs, giving you a half smile. "They knew about an injury I didn't speak a word of. Unless they got their binoculars out and watched me bandage up my leg through my window, I don't see how anyone could have figured that out."

Changbin snorts at that, quickly trying to compose himself. As much as Minho was trying to make the situation more light hearted, it was serious, and you weren't about to find out who was behind the account by cracking jokes.

"So let's just start naming people," Felix suggests, his eyebrows raised. "Go through anyone we suspect and cross them off the list if there's reason to."

There's a collective nod at that, everyone in agreement that this was the best way to go about things.

"What about Lia?" Jisung says, grabbing everyone's attention. He looks at everyone perplexed. "What? I'm serious, it could be her. We hardly know her."

Lia was the only person not in attendance at your meeting. You didn’t want her to bin off the extracurricular that gives her extra credit for her degree, so she’d given the meeting a miss. It might have been for the better anyway, since it was Jisung's first guess.

"Okay," Yuna sighs, her fingers pressing into her temples. "Let's think about this properly. Lia's a literal sweetheart, you really think she's behind this torturous account?"

"Sometimes people aren't what they seem," you shrug, a sad motion. You feel Hyunjin place a hand on your thigh and you smile up at him, glad to have the comfort. "And we've known her less time than anyone else at this school, so who knows what she could be capable of."

"That's true," Seungmin smiles at you sadly, looking as though it's paining him to talk about Lia like this. You knew the two of them were getting on well.

"But that's exactly the thing," Ryujin sighs exasperatedly. "We've known Lia for the shortest amount of time, but she's known us the same, so how would she ever know all these things about us?"

"That's true," Minho says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "Perhaps Yuna was drunk one night and let her secret slip without realising, and she found the old lyrics to Ji's song in class and whatever else; how would she ever know the details to my injury? Or about Seungmin's dad, which nobody else knew about? And why would she lie about Jeongin cheating?"

There's a couple seconds of silence as everyone takes in Minho's words, a nod of agreement running through your group. The silence continues when a worker comes into the room you're all in to clear some of the used mugs away, a clear indication that you did not want this conversation to get into the wrong hands.

"Unless Lia is just some psycho who wanted to wreak havoc, there's no real reason for her to want to spill these secrets," Jeongin says quietly once the worker leaves, putting it plainly, and you nod at him.

"And, I think we're all kind of forgetting something," Felix says almost sheepishly, as if he doesn't want to bring it up.

"What?" Ryujin asks without thinking twice, everyone's heads turning to Felix. You catch the way Changbin almost glares at Felix, and you realise he might not be as okay about their secret as you initially thought. Although Changbin and Ryujin had ended, it was still pretty fresh.

"Lia wasn't there that night, you know," Felix says with a cringe, desperately hoping everyone knows what he's talking about. You all do, easily, so you speak up to avoid tension as Felix attempts to hide in his baggy hoodie, letting his blonde hair fall in his face.

"That's true - Lia was sick in her room," you agree, remembering the night of the party. "She looked awful the whole two days beforehand, too, so unless she managed to somehow run to the frat and back whilst having a 39.5°c fever, I think we can start to cross her off our list."

"I can vouch," Yuna says, nodding her head with wide eyes. "She was so unwell, there was no way she could have known about that unless either of you two had told her."

"We didn't tell anyone," Ryujin mumbles, and you can tell she does not want to hang onto this topic of conversation long.

"So if we've concluded it can't be Lia, all that does is give us a whole lot of nothing since we still don't know who it actually is," Jisung groans, frowning. "This is a living nightmare."

"You can say that again," Minho yawns, checking the time on his phone. "At least we know who it's not."

"Hold on," Ryujin speaks up, a thoughtful look etching her features. "We're forgetting the one person who hates all of us."

All eyes turn to her as she tilts her head, staring back at everyone. "Yeji."

The thought had crossed your mind a million times. You'd basically kicked Yeji out your friendship group after all the drama she had caused, so who else would hate you enough to spread gossip about you all?

"I did think that," Yuna says, nodding her head at Ryujin. "But I don't really know anymore. Firstly, she's been almost MIA this whole semester."

"That's true," Jeongin nods, adding onto what Yuna was saying. "She attends classes and then heaps of study sessions and from what I've seen hardly goes out anymore."

"I don't think she's that spiteful," Chae says, and although you know she's trying to defend her, you can't help but agree. "Yeah, she could be a real bitch, but would she really waste her time on something like this?"

"Jeongin said the same thing to me before," you agree, watching the younger boy nod his head at you. "I've suspected her the most out of anyone, but I think at this point it's a stretch. Unless she did some serious digging, she wouldn’t know any of this shit about us. And, if she's as up to her ears in work as Jeongin says she is, how the hell would she have the time?"

Minho nods, sitting back in his chair lazily. "If I know Yeji, and unfortunately I do, she wouldn't bother her rats ass about getting 'revenge' on us. She has much more important things going on in her life."

"I agree with that," Hyunjin speaks up. "I know the way her family works. She'll have a lot of responsibilities that literally make it impossible for her to have the time to do this, and on top of her coursework? Doubt it."

You don't think twice about Hyunjin's comment, knowing that he probably knows how her family works because they're just as high up on the social hierarchy as his.

"Could it just be some random we go to school with?" Chae asks, deep in thought. "Someone who doesn't like the fact that our group is well liked?"

"I thought about that too," Changbin says. "But there's no intent. It would be genuinely psychotic for someone who hardly knows us to want to ruin our lives like this."

Jeongin looks around the room then. “Who hasn’t had a secret revealed about them?”

“Me, Hyunjin, Chae, Changbin, Chan, Lia…I think that’s it,” you respond, met with a chorus of nodding heads.

“Save from Lia, we’ve all been friends for years,” Chan speaks up. “And the secrets have impacted us all. If the person behind the account was someone at this table it wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever. Why would one of us want to attempt to destroy our own friendship group?”

“Exactly,” Seungmin chimes in, shooting you a grin. “It can’t be one of us.”

"This is bullshit," Jisung interrupts, rubbing at his eyes. "We've traced the IP address and it lead us to fucking nothing, we've contacted the website to shut down the account and they've done Jack, the uni can't do anything about it - how the hell are we supposed to figure out who this bastard is?"

That kind of leaves everyone stumped, because god if any of you knew. Nobody says anything for a while, just sitting in relative silence, until Chan speaks up.

"Look, we can't give up. This fucker has caused us all too many problems this semester for us to just forget what they've done. Nobody should be able to get away with spreading personal information like that with no consequences, and I'll be damned if I just sit back and let it happen," he says, and you swear it's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Jeongin says, inciting a bit of hope within you. "You know that school gossip page? What if they're behind it? They just put out that weird statement, but what if they’re just trying to cover their tracks now that things are getting serious?”

Everyone kind of looks at each other then, as it's something none of the rest of you had considered.

"I mean it would make sense, considering they're always spreading the drama after the account posts. Plus, we don't know who runs that account either, so if we find out whose behind the gossip account it could lead us closer to whose behind the JYP-U undercover account," Seungmin agrees.

"Knowing who it's not gives us a good start, we just need to keep looking for clues and narrowing it down," Chae adds on, trying to boost the groups morale as usual. "Why don't you guys trace the IP of the gossip account and see what you find and we can go from there?"

Jisung nods, looking towards Changbin and Chan. "We can get on that tomorrow, let you know what we find?"

The guys nod in response, and it makes you feel a little better knowing you at least had something to go off of.

Chan sighs after that, placing his hands on the table. "It's getting late, and we're all clearly exhausted. I say we go home, get some rest, keep doing our best to figure this out and reconvene when someone's got something. Hopefully the gossip account gets us somewhere."

There's a collective agreement that runs through the group, and it doesn't take long for you all to get your shit together and go your separate ways.

Hyunjin walks you home, hanging back so it's just the two of you. He intertwines his hand with yours easily.

"Do you realistically think we will figure out who this psycho is?" He asks, his hand enclasped with yours. You give his hand a squeeze in response.

"I think we will. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out," you reply hopefully, walking up to your dorm building. He turns to you with a sinister look.

"It's not you, is it?"

You push his arm, laughing in response. "No it's not me, you idiot. And it's not you?"

"Never me," he replies, which makes you laugh even more. He pulls you in tight for a hug as he always does when you inevitable have to depart, kissing your forehead before pulling away. "Get some sleep, yeah? Big date tomorrow and all that."

"Yeah," you respond quietly, trying to take your time basking in his presence, excited about this surprise date he’d decided you were going on. "I wish you'd just tell me what we're doing, you know. I hate surprises."

"A master never reveals his secrets," he says cheekily, giving you a chaste kiss before turning on his heel, waving at you when you use your key card to open the main door to your dorm building. Once you get inside your dorm, the girls are silent for once, and you can imagine they've all crashed as soon as they hit their beds.

You can't help feeling dejected. The only good thing to come out of that whole conversation was that everyone was on the same page about who the account wasn't run by, yet nobody had a solid idea of who it was. You hoped something would come out of finding who was behind that gossip page, but you weren't sure. It seemed like opening Pandora's box; a task that was so impossible you didn't even know how to begin.

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind once again, doing your best to focus on preparing for the date you were more than excited to go on.

and we’re finally getting somewhere with figuring out who it is!! I’m estimating 10-15 chapters left, but god knows because I didn’t think this SMAU would be over 30 chaps nor last a year ahhahah

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meret118 · 4 months

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2023 Review

This has been the worst year in my life. (Long post.)

Nicholas died in February. I thought he was just constipated, but he was 20 years old and my vet insisted I take him to the emergency clinic. I didn't like the place even then. They have all this fancy equipment, and they overcharge and overtest to pay for it. They insisted he stay overnight, which I didn't want, and wouldn't let me say goodbye to him. They called later to say I was right. They'd given him an enema, but wanted to watch him overnight. I should have gone to get him then. They called at 2 AM to tell me he'd died.

He started living under my car and following me around shortly after I moved into my apartment. He had horrible health problems, including stomatitis which made his breath and saliva smell horrible. I think that's why his previous people abandoned him. The idea of him dying alone in a cage thinking I'd done the same torments me. If I'd just followed my instincts it wouldn't have happened that way. I don't think well under stress anymore. I miss him so much.

That was my winter. This past spring I almost died myself. (I'm not going into the details about what happened.) I've read the hospital notes, and my oxygen rate got so low they even called my uncle at one point to see if he wanted them to try and resuscitate me if my heart stopped. I was in the hospital for weeks, but I only remember the last 4 days or so of being there.

I ended up losing the use of my non-dominant hand from a compression injury, and have been in constant pain ever since. The muscles from mid-forearm down have wasted away. You don't realize how much you need that hand until you can't use it anymore. I've always been healthy before this, and it's been a huge adjustment. I feel like I've aged about 10 years. Crafting was one of my main hobbies, and I can't do that anymore. It takes me forever to type anything out now too. ETA: The non-stop pain has been the worst thing.

Everyone except my mother knew she's had Alzheimer's for years. (She refused to believe it.) She lost touch with reality completely while I was in the hospital. The neighbors had to call the police, and they took her to the hospital where she lives. I don't know if the stress of my being in the ICU pushed her over the edge, or if it was just a coincidence. She had already started hallucinating some before that. My father has been in assisted living for Alzheimer's since 2018, and now she is too.

Contrary to what a lot of people think assisted living is paid for completely out of pocket. Regular health insurance doesn't pay for it, nor does Medicare. It requires long term care insurance, which they don't have. It's not cheap either. Hopefully they will have enough to last as long as they need it, but it's not a sure thing. If they do spend all their money, they'll end up on Medicaid in a government funded nursing home.

Assisted living is like living in a small apartment with daily activities, and even trips. (I moved them near me into 2 really good ones. ((They don't get along.)) My father is even gaining weight, and doing so much better. I go see them once a week.) A nursing home is like living in a hospital.

My father had a good job, (upper-middle class), but was forced into early retirement at 55 due to bad-mouthing the new exec at HQ. He was used to being the (regional) boss, and never got another job. That's 10 years of income he didn't earn.

What's even worse is they made each other their POA's instead of someone younger. After my father was put in assisted living, my mother met a man at an Alzheimer's support group who conned her into allowing him access to all her accounts. Everyone told her not to do it, but he's a CPA, and she had no experience with handling the finances.

I know he had a wife with Alzheimer's because Janice met her when she helped him find an assisted living for her. So he was there for a real reason, but I guess he saw an easy mark and decided to go for it. He made sure never to be around when I was there. She and I don't get along anyway, but I think he was also poisoning her against me based on some comments she's made.

It all came to a head late last year as her Alzheimer's got worse. I found out by accident that he has been stealing from them ever since he was given access to the money. He had romanced her into doing that and leaving everything to him in the will, a new will he wrote. As well as I can figure out he told her he just wanted to be friends as soon as he got what he wanted.

I tried to get a new will written, but her Alzheimer's was too bad at that point, and lawyers refused. My uncle saw a lawyer earlier this year, and he said we're screwed. When she dies the guy gets everything, even if my father is still alive. She's a narcissist who has ruined my life over and over ever since I was born. Now she's going to ruin things after death too.

I'm having to go through their 3 story house crammed with decades of things to get it ready to be sold. The basement is so full you can barely walk through it. I'm single, with no kids or siblings so it's just been me.

At the moment I'm pretty sure I finally have COVID. I have to stay isolated since I was exposed over christmas anyway, so I don't see the point of getting tested right now to find out for certain. I'm fully vaccinated, and my symptoms are very mild. My fear is of developing long covid.

#2023 #Nicholas #Health

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osirisius · 5 days

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I am not trying to stir the pot, but there wasn't a "bunch of information" that the girl (Jane Doe, 2021 Drake Bell accusations) lied, she did lie at one point about her age because she was able to get into a 18+ club, but this shouldn't take away from the discussion that Drake was talking to her at all, she mentions in her victim statement that he encouraged people online to discredit and mock her, and now I can't find any actual screenshots of that, but I did find some rumors of people saying that he, on his own discord server, would send his fans to youtube comments and tiktok comments to argue with people about this case, but then he talks on one of the podcasts about how he doesn't want people to harass and attack anyone... I don't know if the discord thing is true, someone posted a screenshot of him shit talking about Alexa from last October, but anything can be a lie, and anything can be fake, I'm just trying to say... if any of this is true and Drake actually at ANY point told people to say she lied or it was "proven in court" that she lied... Drake who talked about how horrible it was that seemingly everyone in Hollywood was against him, how painful and isolating it was to realize that any number of people who you interact with could have been someone who didn't show up at the courtroom or write a letter, the pain and anger and confusion because EVERYONE was supporting his abuser and saying he was a liar or he "asked for it"... like imagine all of this pain that he went through, and then imagine for a second that any of these rumors are true about the discord and about him telling or asking his fans to do the same thing to the people who accused him of awful things. if Drake is actually remorseful and taking accountibility then that is good, it's a good step forward, but if he's saying one thing on podcasts interviews and then acting a totally different way privately, then he isn't healing at all, and he's just furthering this narrative that will make it so much harder for victims to come out. Because rumors like this could even lend credence to the idea that he IS doing all of this and coming out with his story to not only whitewash his crimes, his abusive behavior and his history, but as a image clense and a PR campaign to make people sympathize with him and forget all the bad shit against him.

Like the fact that he linked a conspiracy video about the Jane Doe case ON his community notes youtube section (He's deleted it since then but it's not really known if he deleted it because he felt bad about posting it or didn't realize the misread of the reasons(?) he posted it / his intentions, or if he deleted it because someone pointed it out in a podcast talking about the cycle of abuse that he's perpetuated. The fact that he says he doesn't want people to harass others and yet he did that, the fact that he dropped his music video and song right after the documentary, the fact that he's made tiktoks seemingly promoting his own music by connecting it to the abuse he suffered.

I feel bad for him, I have sympathy for him, but I'm also worried that he is using this as a PR campaign, even if that wasn't the intention before... I hope I'm not right, but... Like he really seems to be leaning into the victim image, and that could just be because of the trauma unspoken for 20+ years, but I'm worried that it could have a darker and more selfish reasoning...

I just think that bringing up "oh she lied" "it was proven she lied" is really not... the conversation we should be having when regardless of if he actually did some of the stuff she said, he DID act inapropriately, he DID send messages of a sexual nature to this person, he was reckless and stupid and he seems to want to take accountibility for that but at the same time, if he's pushing his fans to discredit this girl... That's not f*cking cool and it makes him less easy to sympathize with. And not to mention all the other allegations against him from his ex girlfriend and other people who had privately reached out to her, some of them even mentioning minors and how he acted towards them, and some even more heinous things that I won't repeat here... if any of these things are true, then he's just... lying and trying to save face by claiming he never did any of these things.

Wow, that's a lot of words. Too bad I'm not reading them.

No, but like. The girl literally lied under oath in the court room. He did still plead guilty and took responsibility. He got charged with child endangerment for talking with her. He knows he fucked up. The girl still did lie. Police found evidence of her trying to stalk his wife and blackmail them and apparently there were actually no explicit photo messages that she accused him of. Drake's lawyer even said there is no evidence.

You just said it yourself you can't find evidence of him actually sending people after her. How do you know that's not another thing she lied about?

Drake Bell still went through fu king god awful traumatic shit and he never spoke a word about it for 20 years. He made mistakes because of what happened to him, he's healing, he's getting help.

Leave Drake Bell alone.

#asks #quiet on set #drake bell #long post

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dynmghts · 9 days

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SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.

bc u know izuku would

katsuki is painfully aware that midoriya izuku doesn't have a limit on what he'd do for him. he's risked his life time and time again, always pushing himself further than he should, just to keep bakugou katsuki out of harm's way ; the sludge villain. his kidnapping. the rescue. he scarcely remembers what happened in the paranormal liberation and final wars, but he was told, shown, and that was enough.

it was the one thing that bothered katsuki the most. this fact that, and he told endeavor this to his face, izuku never takes himself into account. more so when it was him. he swears it's been worse since the war.

the moment katsuki comes under a serious threat, izuku's self-preservation is called into question ; quite suddenly, dynamight will encounter something he might not dodge in time or move away from ... [ or neither : sometimes, it was simply on principle. ] ... and deku would be right there at his side. he would take the brunt of the incoming force if he had to. he'd weather it.

katsuki knows he would do the same if izuku couldn't stop him. he has done the same, in fact. that doesn't make him struggle with it less.

dynamight had been the one to rush into the building first, despite wounded shoulder and gash on his side from their prior engagement with a villain. dynamight had been the one to act on a plan. the first priority was to get injured civilians out of there, coordinating with others to take them so he could stay inside. his second priority was guiding unhurt civilians out, even if he had to snap out the instructions. with debris trickling down from the ceiling and bits of rubble clicking ominously against paved tile, though, the blond knew there was only a matter of time before a section collapsed, with or without him in it.

he should've known izuku would follow him in and participate in the efforts, but a part of him was glad - in the sense that the green-haired hero had always been better with people than he ever could be. they understood dynamight's instruction. they appreciated deku's better worded responses. they could work at it together this way, and with crimson observing the structure carefully as they worked further into the building, maybe they would be out before oncoming collapse.

as if anything were that simple.

katsuki isn't sure how far they'd gone into the building when he hears the ominous creaking and cracking. his eyes quickly turn to the nearby pillars, watching cracks web their way through the reinforced concrete in milliseconds, crumbling away quicker and quicker until the ceiling groans and chips away at itself. katsuki realises he scarcely has time to react. izuku does.

the ceiling gives way. katsuki reaches up to blast it with both hands. before he can, though, a strong force pushes him off his feet and to the ground - head cushioned by the fall, but wind knocked out of his lungs. the pressure to his side and shoulder earn a wince ; but, otherwise, he's unharmed.

crimson eyes slowly peel themselves open, blinking away the dust that settles across the new area while he coughs, heaves in a few breaths. first, he notices the weight on top of him. second, he notices the small confines of which they find themselves in. and third, as katsuki reaches to check over izuku, pain surging through his shoulder as he does, he has to withhold his tongue from swearing up a storm at the other : not because he prevented a worse scenario. not because katsuki couldn't enact the plan he came up with on the spot.

but because he didn't even think about himself, did he ?

the collapse wasn't pretty. did izuku take the brunt of it, then ? the entire area fell on them before either could get far away enough to avoid it, so surely, with that, he's been hurt somewhere ... is he not seeing it ?

❛ you- ❜ the words die before katsuki has the chance to snap them out. [ you idiot, i had it. i could've broken up the debris. my shoulder would've been fine, you'd be fine, we'd still be stuck here but at least you wouldn't have taken the weight of an entire fucking building, you self-sacrificing piece of- ] ❛ fuck. ❜ he grips izuku's face with gloved hands, then. his tone is steady ; angry, but with a quiet panic underneath. ❛ tell me where you're hurt. i can hardly see shit. ❜

@fightaers / HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT, ACCEPTING.

#fightaers #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ ii. in character.#💥 ⸍ ii. verse: post-wars.#💥 ⸍ iv. bond: fightaers.#long post /#/ cam write a short response challenge (failed)#/ k.atsuki's decided he's going to get angry with him after tbh

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rodivi · 2 years

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Forgotten Curse: Sukuna x Curse! Reader:

Art by me (RosaliavonVaugh is my other account, but I mainly use Rodivi)

I scroll through my phone seeing speech bubbles fly past like there's no tomorrow.

Wow. I can't believe how good this series is! I wish I could meet some of my favorite characters... Does that make me a simp? Meh.

With the dirt brushing against my sneakers, I take in a deep breath enjoying the fresh air. Avoiding the prickly shrubs and ferns I make my way down the powdery path.

"Come here y/n."

I stopped, sweating at how close that voice sounded. Nothing appeared to be out of place, just trees, ivy, and ferns. Regaining some semblance of strength, I take one step forward and then another. Until I'm in a full-on sprint. Thinking that I am far away from whatever the hell that was, I push myself up against a tree. Black dots spot my vision.

"Don't run from me."

Is that? No, it couldn't be. He isn't in this realm. That's impossible.

I glance around myself once more to check if he is here. Sweat is soaking my shirt and my heart drops at the disaster waiting to happen. I eased out of my hiding spot and stepped back onto the pathway.

Something shoved me forward and as I stretched my arms to brace myself there was nothing underneath me. A bright light engulfs my body as I begin to tumble down into the unknown.

I huddle into myself and spin wishing I could grab onto a branch or even a twig to keep me grounded. Yet there is nothing. Blue lights swirl around me when I dare to peek at my fate. It kind of reminds me of a raspberry slushy. A brush of air vaults me upward, slowing my descent and I shiver. Holding my breath, I wish to forget the flipping my stomach is doing.

Am I going to die?

Nausea bubbles up within me and I clasp a hand over my mouth. Which does little to help.

Should I say my final farewells? Eh...too late for that.

*SPLAT*

The ocean of blues fades away and all I hear is ringing. Everything hurts.

***

The world spins as I open my eyes. When I attempt to move, my legs shock me with pain. I give up on moving, I try to figure out how to stop the world from swirling first.

My eyesight whooshes like a merry-go-round. In an attempt of desperation, I stare at one spot for what feels like forever until my vision stills.

One problem is fixed and then another starts.

My legs appear as a mangled mess of noodles. And the pain comes back with a vengeance.

God fucking dammit.

I don't recognize where I am. What I can only assume to be my phone is covered in cracks like a shattered mirror. When I turn it on the screen glitches and different colors fill in the spots between the shards.

First, I wake up in a place I don't know. Then, the vertigo and of course my phone doesn't work. Even BETTER. And the pain, oh god the pain.

Then my legs start healing.

What the fuck.

The pain begins to subside and I shove my phone back into my pocket.

I'm starting to question my humanity at this rate.

I rest my face in my hands before checking my other pockets.

A wallet?

Popping open the clip on the leather wallet I find my ID.

At least I know some things about myself now.

I inhale before taking in the environment. The city. I glance up at the writing on the signs and recognize that it's Japanese. One more look at my ID confirms this is not home. I make an attempt to push myself off the ground. And somehow my legs hold albeit shaking.

At least they aren't bent in the wrong direction anymore. Heh.

Grinding my teeth together from the pain, I mosey onward searching for anything familiar but I come up blank.

It would be great if I knew how I ended up in a tiny side street in the middle of Japan. Ah! I need to look for a main road. Find people, find help. LOGIC.

I nod my head and gestured my hands forward toward the road in front of me. But when I ask a passerby for directions but they ignore me. On the second try, I talk a bit louder this time and go to another person. That's when I see my reflection in a store window. I have two small horns poking out of my head and black markings all over my arms.

"Hey! Watch where you're..." Startled, I freeze awestruck that a person just strolled right through me no problem. Stumbling back, I grasp my shoulders, chills creeping all over my body. I catch myself still mystified by what just happened.

I'm not human anymore.

"You know what, I'll just roam far, far away from people. That did not just happen." I pull my hands down my face and cover my nose and mouth for a moment to regain even a little bit of my sanity.

***

Meanwhile at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School at the same time...

"I'mmmmmm back!!" Gojo waves with a huge grin on his face.

"Where were you?" Megumi shoves his hands into his coat pockets.

"I was getting mochi from Hokkaido! It's this new flavor called Strawberry Banana!" Gojo says with a glint in his eye.

"Not more souvenirs..." Megumi sighs.

"They are not souvenirs they are delicious, mouthwatering, savory goodness!!"

"..." Megumi shakes his head in disapproval.

"Itadori, how is your training going?"

"I've been practicing on a new technique with Kugisaki." Yuji punches straight into the air and brings it back down with a smile.

Gojo stops smiling and stares off into the distance.

"Is something wrong Satoru?" Yuji asks.

It's nothing~." Gojo takes out his phone and calls Nanami.

"What do you want Gojo? I'm busy."

"Hey don't be like that."

*Sigh*

"Actually...Did anything strange happen recently?"

"Unless you mean you calling me then no."

"You wound me Nanami."

"Goodbye."

"Hey! I wasn't done--Ah, he hung up. Maybe it really was nothing." Gojo mumbles. "Anyway...It's time for another mission!" Gojo flashes a toothy grin and finishes off the mochi.

***

Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara arrive at an alleyway that is fenced off with "no trespassing" signs.

"Where is Satoru?" Itadori asks.

"He probably has more important things to do." Megumi mentions.

"Should we split up? Stay together?" Nobara says.

"Let's just stay in a group for now." Megumi suggests.

Darkness creeps in as they wander the abandoned alleyway.

"Have we been here long?" Nobara says.

"Why?" Megumi says.

"It's dark already." Nobara stops walking forward.

"But we just got here?"

"You might want to look up." Nobara nods her head toward the sky.

"I'm pretty sure the sun isn't red." Megumi almost loses his footing when glancing up at the red sun.

"Do you think it's a domain?"

"Yes, and we're in the middle of it."

"Help me!"

"Did you guys hear that?" Itadori says taking a few steps toward the noise.

"Help me!"

"Hear what?" Megumi says swinging his head to assess his surroundings. Then Yuji breaks off from the group further into the maze of streets.

"Itadori, come back!"

Running after Yuji they both get consumed by the darkness.

"Fushiguro! Itadori!" Nobara says.

Darkness closes in around her like ink spilling and blackening every object in the vicinity. When she goes to follow, she gets caught in something.

"What? I can't move my legs." Nobara finds her feet stuck to the ground and struggles to move. Cold breath is on her face. It's a curse. It was an amalgamation of eyes, arms, hands, and teeth. She aims with hammer in hand and hits a few nails at the enemy. But there is no wail of pain, only a wide smile. The curse lands on top of her back and takes a bite out of her shoulder.

"Bastard! Think you can get me while I'm down." Reaching for more nails she realizes one of her hands is stuck in the sticky substance. Her ribcage strains to hold together some breaking from the weight. Frantically she grabs the straw doll, whilst her back is being torn to pieces.

"Aaah...Can't breathe." With her one free hand she throws the straw doll in front of her. Then she searches her wound for a part of the curse. A tooth. She screams the claws getting closer to her spine. Straining her body to its limits she breaks her other hand free of the slime.

"It's over." She hits tooth to nail on the straw doll. It gets off her back letting out another wail and slumps over. The slime begins to dissipate and Nobara crawls pushing herself against the wall for support.

The liquid blackness recedes into the shadows of the alley. Blood soaks her wounds and she leans against the wall for support. She hobbles into the dark abyss as she searches for her friends.

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"Help..."

The desperate cry turns to a whisper as Yuji discerns where it came from. The alleyway becomes an endless stretch of road. It splits off into two paths, left and right. Darting his eyes back and forth he decides left. But a person stops him in his tracks. An outstretched hand seeks his.

"You're safe now." Itadori says reaching out.

*CHOMP*

His once hand is now a stub. Then, he's thrown into a concrete wall. Air is ripped from his lungs as he pushes himself to his feet. That's when he notices a string attached to the human's head. The curse flings the person around like a rag doll. Tearing part of his hood off he stops the bleeding with hand and mouth. He huffs and attempts to keep a calm mind. But when he goes to punch the curse, the human lure is put in front of him again. Not falling for the same trick twice he charges forward getting in a few good punches.

"AAAAAaaaaa...Friend?" The human lure is flung above and big droopy eyes look down at the two. Its mouth is thin yet tall and the teeth appear long. On top it has four red flower petals that sway and a puff of yellow is released from the head.

"Cover your mouth!" Megumi shouts as he makes a wing symbol with his hands. "Rue, go for the source!" The owl shikigami flies to the center of the flower and dives.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa..." The curse groans as the flower wilts. Yet the owl shikigami is nowhere to be seen. Yuji runs in covering his head with his hood and pummels the curse to a pulp with Divergent Fists. Spores of yellow land and the hood's fabric sizzles.

"Acid?" Before Yuji can figure out what's happening, the human lure makes a return like a wrecking ball and Yuji smashes through one wall after another.

While he recovers from the pain Megumi summons his Demon dogs and they leap forward ripping at the curse's body. And Rue rolls out twitching from the burns.

"You did well."Megumi unsummons the owl shikigami and rushes to the holes where Yuji smashed into.

"Itadori, Itadori! Are you..." Megumi kneels and Yuji gives him a thumbs up. He offers an arm and they walk back to the alleyway.

"You're lucky you're still alive." Megumi sighs.

On the way back something lurks in the shadows eyeing them.

"What is that?!" Megumi startled goes back on guard.

The demon dogs begin their assault leaping into the darkness.

"Wait, wait please don't hurt--ah!" The curse grabs the shikigami's mouth to stop it from biting her but the other comes around and goes in for the kill.

The curse shoves the shikigami back. The dog skids back claws scratching the concrete and circles their prey. Yuji shoves Megumi away, putting himself between the two and holds the demon dogs back.

"Fushiguro stop, can't you see she isn't doing any harm?" Yuji pleads.

"She is clearly trying to trick us." Megumi doesn't let up and Yuji has no choice but to defend the curse.

"She's not attacking us."

"A curse is a curse."

"Then where does that put me Fushiguro?"

Yuji maintains his resolve arms spread and holding his ground. Yuji turns his head to get a better look at the "enemy". She appears human except for the horns and eyes like a snake.

"Exorcise them Itadori or I'll do it myself."

*Ring, ring*

Megumi's eyes dart to Yuji's pocket.

"Are you going to pick that up?" He's tempting him to take the call, waiting to get back on the offensive. Yuji gulps as he slowly reaches for his phone taking glimpses at Megumi when he finally answers.

"Hey~. Did you guys finish the mission?"

"We um...encountered a curse that asked for help."

"Never heard of that happening before. I'll be right over." Gojo suddenly appears between Megumi and Yuji.

"Sensei, seriously how do you do that?!" Yuji says in shock.

"I'll explain another time. So, where's this curse?" Gojo puts his hand to his forward like a salute and spins around until his eyes land on the curse cowering behind Yuji.

"What do you think?" Megumi asks.

"Asking for help...huh. What do you think you are human?"

"Yes?"

Gojo laughs wiping a tear from his eye.

"Wow, I did not expect that. Well, I'll be taking them back to Jujutsu High for further investigation."

"Let's go." Gojo grabs the curse and teleports back.

"Wait--"

"He's already gone. Have any idea what he's going to do with her?" Megumi says.

"Nope, I just hope she's still alive by the time we get back." Yuji says.

"Haaaa..haaa..." Nobara shuffles over barely keeping her footing.

"Did you guys exorcise all the curses in the area?"

"Never mind that. What happened to your back?"

"Curse."

"Nobara we need to get you back you've lost too much blood."

"So did you finish?"

"One left."

"Where's the last one?"

"Gojo took her for interrogation."

"Shit, I don't think I can stand for much longer." Nobara trips and almost loses her balance.

"Nobara!" Both Yuji and Megumi say at the same time rushing over to their friend.

"Yuji your hand...! Damn, we really need to go back." Megumi sighs.

"I'm alright...it kinda' just happened."

"Just happened? Who the hell says that!" Nobara smacks him upside the head, "Be more careful next time."

"Jeez no need to hit me so hard..."

"You should really get your hand checked...out." Nobara says as she loses consciousness.

"Nobara!" Megumi and Yuji rush over and see her back. The claw marks that stretched across her torso made her back more similar to chopped meat instead of human flesh. Megumi picks Nobara up carrying her on his back.

"Megumi I can help if you want--"

"You're already hurt enough as is. Just focus on getting back."

*BOOM*

A large explosion goes off in the distance and debris rains down. Yuji glances at Megumi with a knowing look.

"Go Yuji, I need to take Nobara back to get treatment."

Yuji nods and runs off toward the explosion. When he reaches the place all he can see is a large open area with rubble everywhere. Small fires linger but not enough to cause major damage. The blast blew through some of the concrete walls piling the rubble together like a rockfall. Metal rods stick out from the floors of buildings and pieces hang where the floor caved in.

Yuji goes in wandering around looking for the curse that could of done this and he sees something walking around the rubble. Sneaking around Yuji ambushes it and lands a few good hits but has to dodge. Although it doesn't appear to have done much damage. The curse runs forward smiling and tries tearing into Yuji's flesh. Yuji steps back just barely avoiding it. He jumps on the rubble getting a bit further away to assess a plan. But he wasn't fast enough and is punched into the air hacking up blood. The curse leaps and punches Yuji into the ground. Yuji is surrounded by a circle of cracked concrete around him. The curse is laughing at him and thinks the fight is finished and goes to leave.

"Where do you think you're going with my finger?" Sukuna pushes himself off the ground and takes a quick step to do a combination of punches. He ends up healing Yuji's arm in the process.

"I really need to stop doing that."

The curse is left crushing into wall after wall after wall unable to stop until Sukuna comes up and slices it to pieces.

"You're not even putting up a fight."

The special grade curse regenerates rapidly and fights Sukuna head on.

"That's more like it." Sukuna says wide eyed enjoying the thrill of the battle. His bloodlust is like a bottomless pit that needs to be filled. He yanks the curse's arms off and opens his domain.

***

"You were just like the other one, weak." Sukuna shakes his hand to take off the blood from retrieving his finger.

"Another finger." He smirks as he eats it.

"Megumi~, Where are you?" He strolls along searching for Megumi when he gets an idea and he snickers to himself.

****A/N: Updates every Friday. This is my first fanfiction and I plan on making this a really slow burn. I hope you enjoy! This story will also be available on Tumblr and AO3. (^w^) Don't forget to make comments and save it to your library!

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purgetrooperfox · 1 year

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got any wip snippets (wippets?) you'd like to share?

just for you. a Quin + Nocte character study thing about survivor's guilt that I'll probably never finish :) unedited, obviously. yw

cw for brief reference to character death I guess

Vos sticks a cigarette in his mouth and sparks a lighter then pauses, raising a questioning brow. Only once Nocte shrugs and pushes a window open does he light up. The smell of burning tobacco used to turn Nocte's stomach, now it's something familiar. Something that signals the end of the day. Something that makes his chest clench for reasons more related to addiction than disgust.

Neatly, he plucks the cigarette from Vos' fingers and takes a long drag that does little to thaw him out. If Vos takes it as a challenge, he doesn't show it, simply lighting another and watching Nocte like he's a puzzle to be solved. His expression is hard to read.

"Are you on your own out here?" Vos eventually asks.

"For the most part. I'll have someone stick around from time to time, after recovery, but not often."

It's usually kids with nowhere else to go, and they typically go their own way after a few weeks. Staying mobile is for safety. Staying alone is dangerous, but it protects the soft side of him. Less about blasters and laser swords than loss and heartache.

Vos hesitates to spit out whatever's weighing on him. His free hand drums quietly on the windowsill. "None of the others?"

"What, the other clones?" Nocte swallows a scornful laugh. "No. I haven't run into any survivors since I got away." From the control chip. From the Empire. From the past. "I reckon we're about as spread out as the rest of the Jedi."

Grief has dulled into something manageable over the years, no longer the crushing, bleeding wound it was when he first woke up. "Fox was…" he tries to continue, to answer the unspoken question. Stops. Pulls more smoke into his lungs. "No one was lucky that day, but Fox didn't have to suffer it for long. It was quick. Painless."

"Vader?"

"Mm."

The scene makes regular appearances in Nocte's nightmares – the wave of cold in the air, the sound of Fox's breath catching in his chest, the resounding snap and unnatural angle of his neck, his body unmoving on the ground. No one could have saved him.

Still.

Someone should have.

"Rumor has it that Skywalker's captain got himself and Ahsoka free," Vos offers in turn. "Rex, I think."

Rumor also has it that an experimental batch is running loose in the Mid Rim with Echo in tow. He doesn't put much stock in rumors, but a smile tugs at the corner of Nocte's mouth. "Of course Rex would be the one to manage that. He's a good kid. Stubborn as a damn mule."

Vos huffs a laugh. "Between him and Ahsoka, the galaxy better watch its back."

It goes without saying that the galaxy has bigger issues to worry about than a pair of outcasts.

Nocte nods instead. "You run into any Jedi?"

The suspicion that shadows Vos' face is only fair, and it only lasts a moment. "A couple. I doubt you ever knew them."

By virtue of being part of the Guard's medical corps, Nocte and his crew rarely got face time with the Jedi. He mostly knew Vos by proximity to Fox. Kit and Dara were exceptions, and he's not about to probe whether Vos ever knew about any of that.

He probably did. The Shadows had their noses in everyone’s business, for better and for worse.

Besides, Nocte is well aware that Kit was one of the first Jedi to go down. He used to talk about Force bonds, these intangible threads that tie people together, strengthened as relationships grow. By all accounts, there are probably rocks with more Force sensitivity than Nocte. Those bonds were so far beyond his awareness that he forgot they existed until Kit mentioned them.

He felt it though, when they broke.

The instant it happened, despite the distance between them, he felt it when Kit died. A razor sharp pain through his chest. He thought it was a heart attack at first. Then he didn't think much of anything about it.

Or about anything else.

Sometimes, he wonders how much of that – the memory lapses and dissociation and loss of control – was the chip, and how much was a subconscious attempt at coping.

#they can be weird acquaintances. as a treat.#nocte can pick up an ever increasing pile of bad habits after the war. if he lives. as a treat.#leocs #leo.writes #fun fact. nocte is a fuckign liar by omission :) methinks he ran into wolffe when he was first on the run #but he thinks of it as before he Got Away #cw character death #cw smoking #inferred background noctitra #leo write something without referring to fox's death challenge #difficulty impossible #clone medic nocte

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kudosmyhero · 1 year

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Daredevil: The Man Without Fear #1

Read Date: October 23, 2022 Cover Date: October 1993 ● Writer: Frank Miller ● Penciler: John Romita, Jr. ● Inker: Al Williamson ● Colorist: Christie Scheele ● Letterer: Joe Rosen ● Editors: Ralph Macchio ◦ Pat Garrahy ●

Synopsis: Matt Murdock grows up in Hell's Kitchen. A police officer is lecturing a number of children in the neighborhood because they were using a fire hydrant to cool down. Matt, wearing a mask, rides by on his skateboard and steals the cop’s nightstick. He hides it in the gym his father, “Battlin’” Jack Murdock, trains in. His father is a boxer, but tonight he is alone. He is holding a photograph crying over a woman named Maggie. Matt helps him to bed.

At the gym Jack is being beaten up by Slade. The Fixer is trying to offer him a job as an enforcer, but Jack refuses. Jack tells them they can kill him, but he won’t work for them. Fixer tells him he won’t only kill Jack, but he will kill his son Matt as well. Jack continues to box, but when he isn't in the ring, he is collecting for the Fixer.

Jack wants his son to study and make something out of himself, not to be anything like him. Matt comes home from school one afternoon proud of himself. A boy was picking on him and he stood up for himself and fought back. Jack is upset and hits Matt. This sends Matt down a path to learn the rules and laws. To see people held accountable for their actions. Matt spends his time studying. When he is picked on at school, he just stands there and takes it. Though he doesn't fight, he spends the time he isn't studying at the gym training.

On a picture perfect day, Matt sees the last thing he will ever see. A blind man is crossing the street and there's a truck heading straight to him. In a second, Matt reacts and jumps to push the man out of the way. The truck swerves and the barrels in the back crash to the street, spilling the contents into Matt’s eyes. Matt is rushed to the hospital in much pain. Eventually the pain goes away, but he is blind. The rest of his senses are heightened to superhuman levels. He is visited by a nun while in the hospital.

Back at home he overhears his father talking with representatives from the company whose chemicals ended up into Matt’s eyes. They threaten him with exposing his connection with the Fixer. Matt is pitied by all except for one, Stick. Stick, who is also blind, begins to train Matt on how to use his other senses. Matt excels and begins to be able to do things he couldn't do when he could see.

Jack is jogging, training for his next fight. He is stopped by the Fixer. The Fixer tells him that he hadn't earned any of his knockouts. That he had been fixing his fights for a while now. Setting him up for a big fall. He wants Jack to take a dive in his next fight so that he can make a bundle. During the fight Jack is in his corner and one of the Fixer’s men comes up to him and tells him to take a fall. He decides he’s not going to and Jack knocks out his opponent. He knows his son is watching and he wants to show him to never quit.

Jack walks out of the arena into an alley. Waiting for him is Fixer and a number of his men. They beat Jack to within an inch of his life. He is bloodied and toothless, but he still offers up a smile. Fixer puts his gun in Jack’s mouth and pulls the trigger.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil:_The_Man_Without_Fear_Vol_1_1)

Fan Art: Battlin Jack Murdock by BiggDaniel

Accompanying Podcast: ● Dave's Daredevil Podcast - episode 10

#marvel #marvel comics #my marvel read #podcast recommendation #podcast - dave's daredevil podcast #comics #comic books #daredevil #matt murdock #fan art #fanart

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justin-hammers · 2 years

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October/Early November Story Prompt 3: Crying and Grief with Minor Revenge

Warning: This story contains Death and Sadness

Words: 786

Ship: Rick Flag/F!OC

Before reading this story, I just wanna say that this story introduces a certain character that I've been wanting to do for a while now, and I'm glad to announce that this character is in this story. 😍

And here's the actual story down below 👇🏽

They'd come in late while staying in the back under the shadows of the trees like a vampire during the daylight as the service progressed.

It was a beautiful funeral after all.

All the chatter and praises among families and military officials are very well deserved.

She, on the other hand, wouldn't like it regardless of how much attention she received, and how deeply protected she was with the country. She wouldn't feel it was worth it after getting murder by another traitor in Task Force X. She had to protect her boss/secret admirer from that back-stabber who was planning on assassinating him, especially after Waller found out that he miraculously survived his fatal stabbing in Jotunheim. Nobody knew how he came back to life with only him knowing what happened.

Now, it was time for him to mourn for her.

His vision is still blurry from his tears as he wanders into her apartment. The place looked pretty clean with the expectation of gifts and "We Will Miss You" cards scattered in the living room.

He enters her bedroom as he begins to sob uncontrollably. He sinks down to her bed as he weeps his heart out.

"Why do you continue to mourn her?"

The Enchanter questions from the reflection in the bedroom mirror. He still had that sexy charming "sweetheart" vibe on as he still dons that white loincloth that shows off his thick body.

"Why bring us here? Making our hurt worse.You don't even know the girl."

The warlock prods are more curious than truly annoyed.

"Fuck off," Rick snapped as he takes out his handkerchief to wipe his eyes and nose.

He then goes to her closet to find that uniform she always wear. He needed to smell that Lavender scent she had. Or was it Japanese Cherry Blossom? Either way he needed that scent of hers for remembrance. The scent was smelling faint as he tried his hardest to catch that faint aroma.

Maybe he was right. He doesn't know her.

I mean, there are some things he remembers about her like her favorite coffee being White Chocolate, her love of dark colors, her habit of holding people's hands while walking, her loving the smell of cologne, or her nice little hugs she gives to him in any mood. He remembers how she gives him food that looks so unhealthy for him yet it was his secret weakness, and personally appreciates it. She was the nicest girl he has ever met, and now she's gone.

He needed to remember her, even if it's the littlest things he could remember like her natural smell.

He could feel the Enchanter growing restless in the back of his mind, but he pushed his 'other half' away for now as he once more buried his face in his dead admirer's uniform to hide his tears. He recalled that last hug being so warm and necessary that he knew that she loved him without needing to say it.

"She took her from us."

It was the first time the Enchanter had shown anything other than disgust, anger, and feared curiosity when it came to Rick Flag's secret admirer. Was he really caring about Rick's own love for her?

"She had wanted to help me, and I can't believe I took the bait again," he recalls with a broken sob. "I'm so fucking stupid."

Enchanter sighs at him.

"So what? We take our revenge on them," the warlock insisted. "They took what was ours. They deserve to feel our pain."

Rick looks up, catching the reflection of his other half in the mirror. Enchanter put his muscular arms around his chest which is an odd yet surprising show of attempted comfort from a Warlock.

"She wouldn't want that," Rick admitted.

"She'd want those responsible to be held accountable for what they did," Enchanter growled as he reminded him.

His reflected hand smoothing down Rick's dirty blonde hair as they held eye contact through the help of the mirror's reflection.

He nods once in quiet agreement as the comforting scent he'd thought he'd lost tickled his nose once more. It was Japanese Cherry Blossom.

"You know you're making me jealous with your good looks," Enchanter admitted.

"Oh please," Rick responded. "I wish I had your body and looks. You look more shredded than me."

Enchanter giggled as he replied, "Well, maybe I could eat a bunch of bodies, and souls to make me fat and sloppy, and you look more stunning."

"Maybe we could bond some more soon?"

Enchanter nodded as he promised, "Yes, we should. It'll be fun."

Rick smiled as he nodded.

"You should rest now, Colonel," Enchanter coaxes. "Tomorrow we take our revenge."

#joel kinnaman #fanfiction #au story #rick flag #colonel rick flag #tw depression #tw dead mention #warlock

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cosmichighpriestess · 2 years

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As you may have read my story about my past ex, I want to say just because I told a story from my recent past doesn't mean I make it apart of who I am or define me now in my current reality in anyway. It's just a story in my book. Yes it happened but it's in the past. I am a brand new person now. We are always a brand new person every moment because that's how fast we can shift by changing our minds in a second. So because I was feeling disconnected from source at the time, and I couldn't understand why it was happening at the time. But I have since forgiven him completely, and I will always be connected to him. Cord cutting isn't real, you can do the ceremony and put your boundaries up and never let them back in your energy, but you are actually never separate from anything or anyone, it's just an illusion. I learned this from the masters.

So I've since healed myself again and again these past few months, but the inner work is NEVER done, I'm still working on myself constantly. I just healed as much as possible with what I could work with, with no accountability or apologies from him. I am very understanding because I knew it had nothing to do with me. But that only made me stronger and wiser. I thanked him for the lesson and I was extremely thankful that I went through it because it taught me how to love myself, how to not let anything or anyone define me, not be a people pleaser anymore, how to see through manipulation and illusion and disconnection from Source. I see through all the smoke and mirrors now. There's So many things I learned through my triggers he constantly pushed. I took on this heartbreaking pain knowingly so I could transmute it to heal others and become a spiritual leader.

So I thank every single person in my life and I know we're connected no matter how much I wished I never met the "bad" ones. I always remember that -preparing for an attack invites an attack- so I don't prepare for attacks anymore and I need to understand to love my "stalkers" and I need to love my "enemies". Because, they already hate themselves. And I'm constantly creating my reality 100 percent. So I have so much freedom in knowing that I can change my mind at any moment and change my reality if I don't like what I'm seeing. It's a beautiful never ending self love journey and I'm just here to share what I've learned whether you take something from it or not.

From now on things will just get better and better, I'm extremely optimistic and I see the higher perspective because I've ascended so much farther than I could ever imagine. I am. I know I'm making all the right choices and everything is always going my way now because I said so. I choose to know that everything is always getting better. I know that I will continue on loving people unconditionally the way they deserve, and no person from my past can change the way I love, and my beautiful bright light that was always within me. I am clearly in my prime days now and life will change for the better every second, every moment, overnight instantly because I'm that powerful and no one can take my power away from me.

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So, I lost an important family member recently. A few days ago actually. It's been kinda weird and I hate everything about it. She was the only one in my family who wasn't in some way crazy, asshole or just actually cared for me as a person and not as an asset. She taught me how to do embroidery, told me many stories, about her family, her late husband, all the things she's done in her life.

That was before I got banned from visiting her. My grandmother, her daughter, who we still live in one house with, constantly accused me of taking momey to spend time with her. Then she accused me with theft. Indirectly, of course. This meant that I could no longer visit, as my mother did not want to cause trouble. She didn't take into account that my grandmother is an abusive asshole who screamed at and pushed around her own mother, which I have seen happen so many times. I wish I would have done something. But that was back when I still feared her myself. Or maybe I was just too weak willed. Who knows. Can't change it now anyway.

This was when she still could do what she wanted to. Her dementia didn't allow her to do much, but she still could care for her garden. That's all she wanted to do anyway. Be outside, take care of the garden and enjoy the sun.

Her condition worsened. Fast. I knew exactly why. There was no one left to protect her from her own children. Not me, not my family, who got banned from visits via grandmother. So, she had a daughter and a son. The son, grieving the loss of his wife, another family member I remember fondly, and with guilt for not spending more time with. He left stuff mostly for the daughter, my grandmother, and when he was there, he was screaming at both.

Soon, she couldn't even reach the bathroom. She had to wear diapers from what I've been told by my mother's rants. She would always rant about how annoying the siblings were to her. She works in a kitchen, officially for a kindergarten but they cook for the whole village. Food runs were always the sons responsibility, and we live with my grandmother. My mother never had peace from the two, just listening how the two curse each other left and right, using their own mother as a weapon to spite each other, which never worked. I was horrified by what they did to her. It was a sidenote in my mother's list of annoyances.

Then she could not move anymore. Bedbound, never being properly cleaned, which fell on my grandmother, the true issues started. She had no muscles to even try to move with, and she had to have been taken to a doctor with an infection. She came home, my father got her a special mattress to help her be more comfortable, despite the doctors saying she doesn't feel a thing anymore. He truly cared for her grandmother. Still does. I don't think he ever will stop caring. He would never say it tho. My father is a man, with all the bad it brings.

She had to be taken to a hospital on a Monday. I never learned of this until I returned home on Thursday. Another sidenote on another rant. The words "she probably won't come home" hit me like a truck. I didn't even know she was in there and I had to act like it was nothing. Had to listen after all. Always listen, never show emotions. Learned it early enough that if people go through something, I shut my mouth and do not cry. Never cry. People would judge, call you a brat. "Most people don't even have parents, you're lucky she lived this long, that you have a complete family". They'd say as they slam the door, only to come back five minutes later to continue, until one drags away the other, just so in a half hour they can waltz in, try and have a conversation like nothing happened and rinse repeat. At least that's how they did it the last time I cried. And the time before. They might have changed, it was years and years ago. But I'd rather not try.

On the very next Sunday, I'm back in college. I finally cry in my partner's arms as he consoles me. My only wish is that she passes without much pain. That she'd see her long dead husband on the other side soon. She helped my become who I am, as I slowly realize some parts that I know came from her directly. My love for embroidery, one of my favorite snack foods, my appreciation for flowers and trees, the pretty weeds that harm no one. A kind heart is something I'm still working on. I don't think I'll ever be able to get to where she was. But I can try. I can still make her proud, right? I don't think so, but hey, I tried.

On the very next day, I got the phone call. My father was close to ot even crying as he told me. He said they're only telling me then because they want to make sure I know it from them first. I know that otherwise my sister would have unceremoniously sent me a text, or just a picture, hell maybe a video. She's always been like that. Talking about other people's achievements before they had the chance. That's one of her less bad traits. Still very annoying when I'd rather hear about my brother's match from my brother for example. But oh well. It took everything in me not to break down then and there. The moment my partner finished with their test, I squeezed them as hard as I could. My sweet dumdum could not put two and two together. It would have been funny if it wasn't such a shitty moment.

And now I'm home again. It's been a few days, yet it still sucks. I wish I could get a thight hug from my partner and just fade out for a while. But I have exams to take, tests to study to. Can't fail her there. Although I think I might. I don't want to. But yeah.

My mother is constantly irritated. When I ask her to slow her questions about my exams, she looks at me with disgust. My father is also irritated. He got annoyed with the amount of cheese on my bread. I stung back after another comment. I think he understood that he wasn't angry with the cheese prices. I got a hug. And some questions about when I'll do some stuff/do I need something. Don't remember the specifics. Didn't care enough to. The questions don't truly matter. It's his intention. It's his way of saying sorry. I haven't seen it in a while. There's a reason I avoid my family. I think I'll just stick to my room even more now, only leave when they aren't there. Before anyone says something we'll regret. I could take being the emotional stress ball. I don't eant to tho. I could take the nasty looks, the comments, the irritation. I just don't feel like it.

Before she passed, my parents went to visit her. I think it hit them. They never told me about it until they got back home. She has been cremated. I will never see her again. Maybe it's for the better, maybe not. I was never given a chance to find out.

It might not matter, there's a chance I will have to miss the funeral due to my exams. That might be for the better. I may not be able to stop myself from screaming at her children for the things they put her through, in her final years no less.

I don't think I'll ever forgive them, or ever look at them with any respect. I don't think I'll forgive myself either, for never doing more.

I will miss her. I will miss her stories. I will miss her laugh and smile. I will miss the talks we had, the summers we spent together. I will miss her.

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shadeswift99 · 2 years

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"Redemption arcs are an overdone and badly executed trope" factoid is actually just statistical error. Redemption Arcs Mythicalsausage, who spent episodes after his Xornoth possession systematically apologizing to the people he hurt and working to regain their trust while also giving them ample space to forgive him or not forgive him in their own time, as well as setting up an accountability network to keep himself from falling into evil again, is an outlier adn SHOULD be counted because oh my god it is so refreshing to see someone actually make their redemption a real arc instead of just a tacked-on excuse and a guilt trip -

#Mythicalsausage #empires smp #the next time someone asks me why i watch series like this instead of mainstream shows and movies anymore I'm just going to show them this #because you have NO IDEA how good this feels #it's a redemption arc that doesn't make me feel bad!! it doesn't give me an inexplicable sinking feeling!!#it's not focused on guilt! it's not about Sausage feeling guilty and down on himself for the things he did #and it's not about guilting other people for not immediately accepting that he's cool now either!#and there's REALISTIC ON SCREEN HEALING TIME?? Both physically and emotionally? For everyone??#it's too good to be true #it's so so so good in so many ways #how the things he did have lasting repercussions that don't disappear when he decides to turn over a new leaf #but also the consequences don't isolate or punish him in a way that makes the viewer wonder why he bothered trying at all #the way he takes accountability for things and doesn't push away other people's pain #while ALSO having a clear boundary in terms of how much accusation he'll take before reminding people that he was in fact possessed #and he gave his tools to Gem #it's a tiny detail but i swear I'm going to cry about it #he gave his corrupted tools to Gem...for safekeeping...#and he can ask her for them back and use them for a bit if he needs to if she asks him a few questions to know why and that he's safe #but he gave them to her to keep because he didn't trust himself with them at that point and that's just... that's good. that's very good.#that's genuine very good coping right there #....yeah it's been a Day apparently I am in fact tearing up over this #but the arc is good okay! it's very good!!#sausage <3 #this man can WRITE

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sweet Akashi going to your wealthy husband's funeral, and spending a bit too much time fawning over you, ghosting his eyes over your baby bump and wondering how such an old fuck could even produce sperm instead of just puffing dust after a viagra. You aren't crying, but for show you had your makeup done as if you had been, and Akashi can tell, gently taking the bottom of the veil attached to your pillbox hat and leaning forward, brushing his lips on your cheek while he whispers to you. "Sweetheart, we both know you could do so much better."

"Oh? Better? As in living, or as in..."

"As in me." He smiles, fixing your pearl and diamond beaded veil before he touches the chiffon of your dress, ghosting the floor and covering your red bottom shoes. "I'm sure you're dying to sit." He hummed, then hooked his arm with yours, not really giving you a choice while he walks you to another room and helps you settle onto the fainting couch, then lays you back before he sits at your feet and carefully removes your shoes, grinning a bit at the groan and sigh you let out.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He stares, and it would make you uncomfortable if he weren't so pretty, and you would move away from the warm hands that slowly ghost up your legs, leaving trails of fire on your skin, but you stayed still, almost desperate after spending the last year devoted to a man with a bank account as big as his... well.... the number was as high as his blood pressure, but that was fine. You never wanted it to last. "So," Akashi purrs, pushing the skirt of your dress up until it passed the bend of your knee, and gravity took it the rest of the way down until it laid bunched in the bend of your hip, "I'm assuming you're craving a new touch... I know I would be if I was in your shoes."

"Well, thanks to you, neither of us are in my shoes."

"Would you have preferred I kept them on you?"

"Fuck you, never. I'm 8 months pregnant, and heels? My feet are killing me." He thinks its adorable, watching as you whine and meekly reach for your toes before giving up, and rest your hands on your stomach, rubbing it just a bit. ".....at least the kid is well behaved... she doesn't kick too much, and I bet she'll be cute."

"I hope she looks like you."

"Oh, do you?"

"I do."

"And why would that be?"

"So in a year or so when my ring is on your finger we can lie and say she's mine. They won't be able to tell the difference if she's as lovely as her mother." He smiles, and chuckles at the shock on your face.

"That's bold."

"You like bold."

"I do like bold."

"Is it too bold or not bold enough to fuck you in the room beside where your ex husband's funeral is being held?"

You wait, trying to see some kind of punchline, but he just stares with those intense eyes that bore into you, and all you find it seriousness.

"I never liked that he had you." Akashi shifts so he's on his hands and knees, crawling over you until he's directly above you, and your round tummy brushes against the buttons of his starch white dress shirt. You wonder for a moment when he abandoned the deep red jacket and vest of his 3-piece, but don't get long to ponder until he's unpinning your little hat from your hair, and setting it on a nearby table. "I wanted you, but I suppose it was a first come, first serve kind of thing, and he despised it when other men even glanced your way..."

"I like possessive and jealous."

"I like getting what I want."

"So-"

"So tell me you're mine and let's get this pitiful little game over with." Akashi blances on his knees and one hand, the other moving to undo his belt. He raises an eyebrow, and a nod is all he needs before your breath is taken away along with any residing worries.

Red was never a traditional color to wear to a funeral, nor that Akashi cared, nore did he care that it was disrespectful to the dead to fuck the widow in the next room, with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet and his teeth in your shoulder to muffle himself. He doesn't wonder how much of a pain it will be to clean your cum out of the cushions, and instead focuses on drawing it out of you, moving his fingers just to hear your hushed cries declaring yourself as his while he lifts his head and pulls the neckline of your dress down to suck at your tits. You were struggling, trying to figure out if you were just needy, or if Akashi was just that good, drawing out desperate little sobs with each push and pull of his hips, and the feeling of his mouth in your achy chest was even better, making your legs shake and a new round of honey drip around his cock. You're away too long, and you can vaguely hear people beyond the door looking for you when Akashi pulls out and hurriedly uses nearby tissues to clean you both. He takes extra care to fix your clothes, and pin your hat back into place before he places a teasing kiss to your lips.

"Awe, my pretty darling... I just know that you'll be a splendid little wife for me."

"Mm... people will wonder..." You're exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep despite needing to read a shitty speech someone else wrote for you.

"Say it's the woe of a new widow trying to save herself the sadness, or," he leans down, and gives you gentle kisses that lull your eyes shut, "I can just get rid of anyone who dares say an ill word against my pretty wife and darling daughter."

"Mhm... your darling daughter." You mutter, letting sleep take you, at least for a short bit, and Akashi smiles.

He always gets what he wants.

BABES please ya gonna make me become a whole ass simp for akashi like firstly fuck the old dead husband i just wanted money and now i have sexy af akashi

i’m in love with this like the fact that we fucked in the funeral like yeah i loved it and the baby will look like me and we can be a happy family where the old man is forgotten and akashi is the father and we have money and i get fucked and bred by the sexy boy

HES SO FINE LIKE THE WAY HE JUST UNDID THE CLOTHES AND LET THE DRESS RIDE UP AND TOOK THE STUPID HAT OFF AND THEN FUCKED READER BABES IDK HOW YOU THINK OF THIS BECAUSE GENUINELY ITS AMAZING AND IM ALWAYS SPEACHLESS AFTER READING IT ALL

i just love it all sm 🥺

#bakugohoex #ask ria #akashi seijuro x reader #seijuro akashi x reader #seijuro akashi #akashi seijuro #🍰 anon

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maletfsstories · 3 years

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The International ("Soju 🇰🇷")

Requested By linxiaopei

"Newcastle"

-"You are here" Said Matt’s boss in a drunken tone as Matt walked towards the table his boss and some coworkers were seated in.

-"Jesus Christ how much have you guys drunk already" Said Matt as he sat down and observed a mountain of empty shots and beer mugs.

-"Not enough and you haven’t had any yet" One of Matt’s coworkers said as he continued drinking from his mug.

-"If you guys forgot I'm the one driving all of you home so I can't drink" Said Matt rather tired as he wanted to be at home instead of in a bar filled with drunk and obnoxious people.

-"Just buy yourself one and bring us another round of beers" Said Matt's boss as he passed him a coupon for a free drink.

Matt begrudgingly got up from his seat and walked towards a small area where a female bartender was passing a few drinks to a waiter.

-"Hello Sir how may I help you?" Asked the bartender as she pushed a menu in front of Matt.

Matt turned around and counted the number of people that were seated around his boss.

-"Could you give me four pints of beer please?" Said Matt as he looked back towards the bartender.

-"Sure" Said the bartender as she rapidly started to fill four large glass mugs with beer.

-"You seem a little stressed sir, are you alright?" Said the bartender once she noticed Matt's blatantly obvious impatient demeanor.

-"Sorry, the thing is that I shouldn't be here at all" Said Matt with a little bit of anger in his voice.

-"Same here, today is my first day on the job and I already want to call it quits" Said the bartender as she placed the first mug of beer in front of Matt.

-"Why haven't you?" Asked Matt

-“Even though I don't like large crowds and this bar is the worst I at least get more than the minimum wage” Said the bartender as she placed the second mug of beer in front of Matt.

-"So are you going to continue working here for the rest of your life?" Asked Matt

-"Not at all, I'm working here to pay for my studies, unlike the rest of my family I prefer to work for my stuff” said the bartender as she placed the third mug of beer in front of Matt.

-"Your family is rich?" asked Matt with little intrigue in his voice.

-"Yup, they are a bunch of snobbish idiots, my father doesn't work because he inherited a lot of money from our estate and my brother is an influencer who wins a lot of money by posting revealing images of his gym routines on his Instagram" Said the bartender as she stopped filling the last mug of beer and turned back to face Matt directly.

-“Wow, I can't imagine you see your family very often" Said Matt

-“No I don’t, my father lives in our family estate which I don’t normally visit and my brother is currently traveling around the world with his group of roided meatheads”. Said the bartender as she rolled her eyes.

-"It must be a fun life, kind of wish mine was like that" Said Matt with a little bit of melancholy in his voice

-"It does seem desirable but I frankly believe in working hard for one’s stuff" Said the bartender with a smile on her face.

-"What are you studying?" Asked Matt as he made himself comfortable in a small seat placed in front of the bartender's workstation.

-'' I'm studying accounting at Newcastle University" Said the bartender.

-"Well I'm an accountant ..." Said Matt with a small amount of surprise in his voice.

-"Really? How is the job? I mean I love the classes I'm seeing but I don't know anything about how to apply them in a real-life scenario" Said the bartender with a glee in her eyes.

-"Well I've been an accountant for the last five years and believe me when I say that the scenarios in class are way easier than the ones I've experienced in the job, it's hard and complicated but I still kind of like what I do" Said Matt in an attempt to reassure the bartender's career choice.

-"Why are you taking so much!"

Matt turned around and saw his drunk boss moving slowly towards him.

-"Sorry I was just speaking to the bartender," Said Matt as his boss leaned on the bar, meanwhile the bartender immediately completed filling the last mug of beer and placed it in front of Matt.

Matt's boss looked at the four beers and immediately frowned -"Where the hell is yours?" He asked.

-"Sir I can't drink I'm driving you and everyone else home" said Matt in an attempt to stop his boss's insistence.

-"Nonsense, just drink a small bit, that's all I'm asking from you" Matt's boss said as he moved closer towards him.

Matt momentarily looked at the bartender as she grabbed the smallest glass size possible, while she was doing that Matt looked at the menu that had been placed earlier in front of him.

In the meantime, Matt's boss rapidly drank his beer and walked away toward his table with the other three that were left.

-"Is this good?" Asked the Bartender as she showed Matt the small glass, Matt immediately looked up and nodded.

-"Do you have something that is similar to vodka but isn't that powerful?" Asked Matt as his boss approached him again.

-"Well, we do have Soju, it's from South Korea and it's in a way an exact match to Vodka, the only difference is that it's mildly less alcoholic, will that do?" Asked the bartender.

-"Please give me one in the small glass you showed me earlier" Said Matt as his boss was now standing next to him.

-"What did you order?" Asked Matt's boss.

-"I ordered some vodka" Lied Matt.

-"Wow Matt, I thought you didn't want to get drunk tonight" Said Matt's boss as he laughed like a clown.

In the meantime, the Bartender had poured Matt's drink from a small green bottle with Korean lettering onto a small transparent glass.

-"I hope you enjoy it sir" Said the Bartender as she placed the drink in front of Matt.

-"Here goes nothing" Though Matt as he swallowed every drop of Soju in an instant, because of this he immediately felt a burning sensation in his throat, luckily it wasn't as bad as the one produced by drinking vodka.

Matt then gave the empty glass to the Bartender and looked at his boss. -"Are you happy now?" Asked Matt with a little sarcasm in his voice.

-"Where is the fun in only one?" Asked Matt's boss.

-"You can't be serious, do you want me to get arrested" Said Matt in a raised tone of voice as he was tired of being pushed around by his middle age child of a boss.

-"Don't you dare to speak to me that way, I'm your boss, if you don't drink another shot I'll fucking fire you" Said Matt's boss in an aggressive tone.

Matt momentarily looked at the bartender who had a sad expression on her face while still having the green bottle of soju between her hands.

-"Another one please," said Matt as he finally relented to his boss's order.

The bartender immediately grabbed the empty glass and filled it with the crystalline liquid -"Here you are sir" said the bartender as she passed the drink to Matt.

As Matt grabbed the glass and drank its contents he wished he could end it all, to have a new life where he didn't have a boss or any type of responsibilities.

Once Matt placed the empty glass in front of him the bar where he was in seemed to disappear and was rapidly replaced by the interior of a luxury hotel room.

-"What the hell" Said Matt in a worried tone as he was about to get up from the bed he had suddenly materialized in, before Matt could completely get out of the bed a strange pain made his stop.

This pain was due to Matt's five feet nine stature increasing to six feet three, while that was happening Matt's slim build changed into a more muscular one. His flat chest developed a pair of juicy and muscled pecs, down below in Matt's stomach a few small tires of fat were rapidly removed out of existed which left him with a flat surface that was rapidly replaced by the growth of a six-pack.

Meanwhile, in Matt's skinny arms his biceps, triceps, and forearms grew as new muscle mass filled them, a few veins also appeared here and there, as that was happening Matt's back also became incredibly shredded.

While all the changes to Matt's upper body were occurring all the healthy patches of hair that covered the majority of his body disappeared leaving him completely waxed.

As the majority of Matt's upper body had gone through a certain amount of changes the next area to change was his lower body.

At first in Matt's pelvic area his equipment grew larger and larger. This made him immediately aroused as a moan escaped from his mouth, this moan however was very masculine and in a way, it sounded like that of a huge beast.

When Matt's dick reached the ten-inch mark his ass became the next target of the changes, it grew until what was left was a perfect round and bouncy bubble, then Matt's thighs and calves grew larger leaving him with a pair of powerful legs.

Because of the new growth in muscles around Matt's body, his clothes became extremely strained, as Matt suddenly moved his clothes finally gave in, they broke into small pieces which immediately disappeared, the larger pieces which were still attached to his body also disappeared leaving him completely naked.

A few seconds after Matt's clothes had disappeared a pair of black underwear and black swimming shorts now covered his private area while still leaving his upper body completely exposed.

-"Shit" Said Matt out loud as he noticed his new body and the weird clothing that had replaced his shirt and dress pants.

While Matt continued looking he felt a weird sensation as his face lots its Caucasian features which were replaced by more Eastern Asian ones

Matt's lips inflated only a small bit, his nose became fair and straight, his eyes became slightly slanted and his pupils became dark in coloration, the last thing to change was Matt's hair, it became coal black and his previously office neutral haircut was replaced by a more trendy one.

With the changes now complete Matt got up from the bed he was laying in and grabbed an ultra-modern Samsung phone that was placed on a sleeping table next to the bed.

Matt unlocked the phone with his new face and immediately opened the camera, he was obviously shocked and amazed at the beautiful young Asian face that was looking back at him.

-"너무 이상해" (This is so weird) Said Matt in fluent Korean with his new deep voice, the Adonis looking back at him through the camera shared nothing in common with his old nerdy self, the only thing that was the same was the pair of black glasses he was still wearing.

After exploring his new face with the camera for a little more Matt finally decided to look at Instagram for any info about his new self, Matt opened the personal profile which had the name "Gan Sangwook" displayed next to a picture of Matt's new self flexing with a dumb grin plastered on his face.

Matt after looking at the name and picture also noticed that the new him had a following of almost a million people and that his account was verified meaning that he was relatively famous and well known.

Matt then proceeded to scroll down, as he did he saw dozens of images of the new him working out in gyms surrounded by similarly muscled men, there were also some pictures of him in different locations from around the world and a few pictures were modeling and sponsor type posts.

As Matt continued looking at the pictures a new personality and identity became more dominant in his head, during the process of Matt's old life and memories being eliminated the door of his hotel room opened with a loud bang.

With the door now wide open a group of five heavily muscled Korean men entered the room, Matt remembered seeing some of these men in the Instagram profile but now he somehow recognized all of them and felt a deep personal connection with them.

-"이봐, 여기서 뭐해? 늦었 어. 해변에 가야 해" (Hey dude what are you doing here, it's late. We should be on the beach) Said the bigger of them as the others around him cheered with their deep dumb sounding voices.

-"해변 친구들을 위해 준비된 것 외에 제 인스 타 그램을보고 있었어요" (I was looking at my Instagram, other than that I'm ready for the beach dudes) Said Matt as he started flexing his muscles, the men he now recognized as his gym crew also started flexing their muscles.

-"그럼 가자!" (Then let's go!) Said another one of the muscled men as Matt got up from the bed and walked with the men through the large hallways of the most luxurious resort in Jeju Island.

After a short elevator ride, Matt or Gan Sangwook walked with his friends toward the private beach owned by the resort.

-"수영하러 가기 전에 여러분 사진을 제 인스 타 그램에 올려도 될까요?" (Dudes before we go swimming can I post a picture of all of you to my Instagram?) Asked Gan as he and his crew were a few feet away from the sea.

All of the men said yes and Gan got into position, once he took a few hundred pictures he posted the one he thought looked the best with the caption "해변 준비 😎💪🏻" (Ready for the beach)

After Gan took the picture he continued walking toward the sea, as he did the last vestiges of his old identity of a thirty-year-old British accountant were eliminated what was left was in its place was Gan Sangwook, a young and muscled South Korean jock whose only worry in the world was to keep his body in shape and his one million Instagram followers happy.

#reality change #race change #mental change #age regression #request #the international #dumber

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

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Picture Perfect - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader

Requested: by @isatkj

Word Count: 1,356 words

Warning(s): mentions of death, potential violence.

Summary: (Around Season 8 or 9-ish) The perfect town... that wasn't supposed to exist. Now, Sam and Dean have to figure out what caused this city to suddenly pop up on the map.

Author's Note: I took so much inspiration from season 14, episode 15 because of the general vibe of the whole episode.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third P.O.V--

Dean pulled the impala up to an open gas pump. While his brother got the gas, Sam opened the passenger door so he could go over the facts.

"So, there have been strange occurrences around a small town about three hours outside of Seattle, Washington," Sam relayed. "Insiders rarely come out and the outsiders that go in don't usually get back out."

"No one's making a huge deal about this," Dean asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be an old ghost town," Sam explained. "But it's not. Functioning stores and living families."

"So, something has got this town up and running but the people in it are... what performing sacrifices," Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam shrugged.

"How far out are we," Dean asked.

"A few more hours," Sam replied.

"Hold on boys," the brothers looked over to see Death standing in front of the car. "I have some information you need about this little town."

"And that is...," Sam asked after Death had trailed off.

"You shouldn't go in," the being replied. "The person running that town is incredibly dangerous. You'll be dead in moments. The residents won't let you get close enough to harm the child."

"The child," Dean noted.

"The child is raising the dead," Death continued. "This upsets the natural balance of things. The source must be removed."

"'The source' is a child," Sam argued. "You can't just kill a child."

"I can, and I will," Death just seemed to shrug.

"Do you know why this kid wants to bring people back," Dean asked. "Before you become an asshole and murder someone who hasn't even gotten to middle school?"

"Almost a year ago, the child lost both of their parents," Death explained. "That's when their powers first spiraled. It started with only their parents. It then spread, like a virus. Soon, a whole town was standing in a spot where there should be rubble."

"You're going to kill a kid that lost their family," Sam asked.

The brothers stared at Death in shock. Death seemed annoyingly unaffected. To him, this was the only way to put things back in order. To the boys, this was a clearly scared kid that went through the same pain that they did.

"You can't do this," Dean shook his head. "We won't let you."

"You don't have a choice-"

"Give us a chance," Sam snapped. "It's a kid. A scared kid. Give us a chance to talk to them. Just a chance."

"No."

"Come on!"

"I'll give you one chance," Death replied. "If you fail, I will finish the job."

As the word "job" was spoken, Death vanished from the boys' sight.

Sam and Dean jumped back into the impala and took off. What was supposed to be another three-hour drive was done in a little over two. Neither brother knew how they didn't get pulled over but they didn't care.

Dean pulled the car over to the curb.

"Woah," Dean mumbled as they got out.

It was the picture-perfect town. There was a small dinner, a library that was actually being used, cookie-cutter houses. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

Locals were looking at them as the brothers walked by.

"So, where do we find this kid," Dean asked.

"Well, look at the signs," Sam pointed at the businesses. Most of them had (Y/l/n) on their signs. "It's the most common name. If we can find that house, we can find the kid."

Everyone's house had little signs. It was very clear this town was designed by a child.

"Well, hello," a man walked up to the brothers.

"Hi," Dean said awkwardly.

"Can I ask why you boys have decided to visit our little town," the man asked.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

"We were admiring the lovely houses," Sam lied. "We have been considering moving for a while and this town seems lovely."

"Well, there aren't any vacancies," the man replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," Sam shrugged. "Is there someone else we can talk to? A mayor or something? I don't want to insult you but maybe you missed something."

The man's smile dropped, "You can't go near them."

"Why," Dean asked.

"You'll hurt them," the man glared.

It was like that was a signal. All of the people on the street stopped, turning to stare at the brothers. The brothers looked all around them.

"We're not going to hurt them," Sam tried to explain. "We're trying to help."

"No," the man snapped. "You're trying to take us away."

When the man stepped forward, the brothers knew it was time to run. They sprinted down the street as almost a whole town chased them.

"Sam," Dean yelled, pointing at a house. "There, look at the sign!"

"(Y/l/n)'s house!" was written on the sign.

The brothers ran through the front door, locking it. No one banged on the door.

"They don't want to hurt (Y/n)," Sam said. "We should be safe here."

"Hello there," a man and woman walked out to see the brothers.

"The parents," Sam mumbled.

They looked up to the stairs when the floor creaked. There was a young kid standing up there.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Sam said softly, trying to keep from scaring the kid. "I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean. We're here to help."

"Why," the kid asked. "I'm happy here. Everything was fixed."

"Do you know why," Sam asked. The child seemed confused at the idea that something caused this. "You brought them back, remember?"

"Don't," the dad said in anger. "You don't get to hurt (Y/n)."

"Sam," Dean mumbled.

One more shared look and the two took off. They ran up the stairs, the undead parents on their tails.

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, leading (Y/n) back into their room. Dean slammed the door, locking it and being ready to hold it shut.

"What are you doing," (Y/n) went to fight Sam, but obviously didn't get far.

"(Y/n)," Sam knelt down and grabbed (Y/n)'s shoulders. "You created this town. Your parents died and your powers went out of control. No one here is supposed to be alive."

"You're... You're lying," the child yelled, shaking her head. Dean leaned into the door when (Y/n)'s parents started banging on it.

"I know it's hard," Sam continued. "It's terrifying but you aren't going to be completely alone. Right now, you're putting yourself in danger. That's not good, is it?"

(Y/n) shook their head.

"I lost both my parents too," Sam said. "It's scary but you have to let these people go. They have to move on. I promise, they'll be much happier."

"I don't wanna be alone," the kid mumbled, tears falling down their face.

"You won't be," Sam promised. "Dean and I will make sure of that."

The banging stopped. Dean stood up straight again.

The cookie-cutter house faded. Instead of falling from the second floor like they should have, they were just on the ground by an old building, already crumbled and destroyed.

Sam pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug as the kid sobbed. Dean walked over to them. He and Sam shared a sad look. Sam slowly stood up, letting the kid hold his hand as they walked to the impala.

Death was waiting for them.

The brothers froze, Sam pushing (Y/n) behind him.

"Good job boys," Death complimented. "However, there's still a problem. The child doesn't have control over their powers."

"We can teach them," Dean argued. "We have enough experience with powers that we can help."

Death took a step forward.

Both the boys moved to be more in his way.

"Fine," Death stared at (Y/n), who was still hiding behind Sam. "I'll have my eye on you."

With that, Death disappeared again. (Y/n) stepped out from behind Sam.

"He's not very nice," the kid mumbled. The brothers couldn't help but chuckle. Understatement of the century.

"Come on, kid," Dean nodded toward the car. "Let's make sure we have a comfortable place for you to sleep for the night."

The boys didn't expect to leave the town with a kid but it definitely wasn't the weirdest hunt they had been on.

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