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fillinforlater · 5 months

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Eleven to One: Scandalous Shooting

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3140 words

Tags: quickie sex, semi-public sex, might get caught, sex toys, toy use in public, a tiny bit of feet kink/admiration, standing sex, from behind, hard sex, very wet, very close to squirting, very close to losing your career, megalomaniac!you

TW: semi-public sex, I guess lol

Inspiration: the GIF below. Pure sex.

Credt: @sooyadelicacies, my wonderful co-writer in this series. You can find more parts here!

(A/N: After almost three weeks, I'm finally back! Eleven to One is far from being over, view this as sort of an interlude with a big plot point and some nice, good fun with our hot af Ahn Yujin. Enjoy!)

“Excited for my new shoot? Yujin has sent a video.”

"Fuck you dumb bitch, suck it just like that."

Your cock was currently slamming the throat of a gagging Kim Chaewon for what could be between one minute and one hour, anything in between really, but either way, her salvation has just arrived. You pull out of her huffing and puffing mouth and with no further thought wasted on the training session, you prepare to leave.

"What? Where are you going asshole?" Chaewon shouts, baffled, furious, most importantly baffled when you instantly have your hands around her neck and glare down at her, petite and small, kneeling on the floor, one could almost mistake her for a good girl. Chaewon is not yet there though.

"My desire and cock is needed elsewhere. You're not a priority, only a cheap convenience. Yujin is demanding my attention, rather, I demand her body right now."

Chaewon's face further contorts to a scowl, as you expected. There is the spirit to fight, fight back, fight you, fight whoever opposes her. This spirit is slowly but surely bending to your will and the best part about it: Chaewon has no clue.

"I'm better than she is..."

Left to right, you cross her messed up face with your cock and scoff at how pitifully desperate her expression is. A little fingering with Minju, a quick blowjob, a facefuck, and she is already demanding you to stay; over your beloved girlfriend, mind you.

"Don't kid yourself, Chaewon." You get your hand in her hair, comb it then mess it up again. "You are so far behind, it's not even funny to compare yourself to her. Like I said: not a priority.

"Minmin, I need you to tie her up. Chaewon's been bad again."

"Yes Daddy!" Minju says naked before you, she is always in the next room, ready to adhere to your commands with glee and joy, even as she puts ropes around her friends ankles and wrists.

"Oh and Minju,” you add, pants not yet around your waist. “How about you suck me off and I'll blast it all over Chaewon's face before I leave. If you are fast, I’ll allow you to lick it off of her too."

Minju’s eyes brighten and she nods furiously. Soon she’ll nod on your cock.

It always fascinates you how easy it is to get into certain areas as long as you look determined and wear the appropriate attire. You dart into the building where Yujin currently still had her shooting for the 1000th magazine her stunning face will be featured on.

Is this an issue for you? No. Yujin is yours, ready to go the extra mile for you every single day. She accepts your craziest desires, the family of lustful friends around the two of you, hell, she risks her entire hard earned career and reputation for you. No reason to mistrust her or be envious because people get to see her face or shoulder or feet—

Okay, this is where you draw the line. Yujin just looks too good; her curvy, willing body on the drawer, hair done to tempting perfection, gaze full of sex and then she sticks her bare feet out. You have to stop it, though it's already on camera, they can’t have more of that.

Behind a group of staff members you come to a halt. Get on your toes and look over their heads to find Yujin, in talks with the director. You hear whispers about some reshoots, Yujin handles the small, direct criticisms like a professional. Of course your eyes also drop from her face to her hips, then even lower to her feet, which are currently hidden in two ugly slippers.

Blending in with the crowd, you make a mental note to speed up plans for your next merger, which is right around the corner, only some stupid, posh guys in suits hesitating, because they don’t want to lose face to Hyewon’s non-nonsense negotiation tactics. After this final chess move, there is no more sneaking around after that. It's a checkmate for any and every doubt. Nothing can stop your fantasies from coming true.

You wait for Yujin to notice you, but then grow impatient. Tapping on your pants pocket, you push a button and notice from a distance a twitch of pleasure on her face as she quickly scans the room to find you.

Perfect, she still has it on her. Whenever Yujin goes out, she has the option to take a small bullet vibrator from her purse and use it to relieve some stress or make a boring schedule more fun. The vibrator is connected with both your and her phone, so you can always test if she knows that you are nearby—and also have your way with her, of course.

Yujin’s libido is great enough for such a bold move and of course she has found you immediately, but instead of going straight towards you, she continues her duty. After all, the reshoots have to continue.

"This scene right here, on top of the drawer," the director says. Yujin gets into position, and thank God she kicks off the slippers.

You lick your lips a little before turning into a scowl. You push the button again, only this time on a higher setting. If you arrived, you were the top priority, not some wannabe director having his eyes look at the most sex-oozing woman to ever walk on this earth. Watching Yujin squirm, you decide to pull out your phone and make a call. The call.

"Hyewon, plans have changed. I want the merger motion to go forward right now. I'm done waiting."

"Yes, Master!"

You only had to wait as you watched Yujin continue to try and control herself under the power of the toy inside her. As the minutes and poses went on, it became harder for her to withstand the buzzing pleasure, though the constant background noise has everyone except you blissfully unaware of the vibrators presence. You have to admit, waiting is the thing you hate the most in this world, but with Yujin on the edge, in public, right before your eyes, it’s more than bearable.

"Miss Ahn, is everything okay?" the cameraman asks, worried and puzzled by Yujin's expressions and the increasing redness on her cheek.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm gu-ud. Should I try a different pose?"

"How about you put your legs up on it, like you did earlier?" the director suggests.

When it comes to poses, magazine shoots, and being in front of the camera in general, Yujin is a goddess in every aspect. Cute, thrilling, hot, seductive, cool, she can do it all—and today she decided to give the people what they want.

This tease cannot go unpunished. You continue to let the vibrator do its thing on a low setting to not elicit any unwanted moans and just wet her crotch more and more. It might not be noticeable on the black dress, but she is about to soak it, let her juices run down her legs and pool at her marvelous feet. You are insatiable, not even stopping when she looks at you with begging puppy eyes—

Yujin is at your mercy; only you can get her out of this.

A message from Hyewon lights up your phone. It is done, Master. Well spoken, she must have really pushed those otherwise tenacious executives around hard to get it done this quickly. Smiling, you decide to make your presence known, startling the crew.

"Mr. Director, you should be getting a phone call any moment now, I'm here to supervise the rest of this shoot. You're all doing wonderful, but I want to make sure Yujin's health is prioritized. Could we go for a lunch break now?"

"Sir, who are you—" The shrill ring of his phone interrupts the bewildered director, though his bewilderment only increases with every second the phone call continues. He hastily runs from set to set, gathering staff members, phone still pressed to his cheek.

"What have you done now?" Yujin snarls, her body not on the drawer anymore, unstable next to you. She grabs your suit, but elect to You ignore her and watch the staff flock out, the directors face full with sweat, an apologetic gesture towards you.

"So-sorry, Sir, we of course take the health of the idols very seriously. I didn't know you were managing her."

"It's alright," you say reassuringly, hand in a pocket, and in the thrill of the moment, you push the vibrator to the strongest setting. "Are you~ alright, Miss Ahn?"

Yujin cries out, her shriek startling the director. He tries to react quickly, but you put on your sternest, most serious face, really, the feat of a great actor, though that is par for the course in your business.

"Lets not waste any time. Mr. Director .I'll need everybody off the set. I'd rather not have anyone see Miss Ahn like this. Thanks for your understanding."

"I-I, of course, I'll—"

The director throws his hands in the air. His face is pale, he is unsure where to run, left, right; he needs time to catch himself and find the exit as does everyone else. He closes the door with an apologetic bow and you can hear him shout in panic and frustration.

"How the hell did you do that?" Yujin mumbles, her hands on your side to keep herself upright. Look down to find her legs drenched in her own juices, the dress ruined, her hair in a wild mane.

You lick your lips.

"Oh baby girl, you're mine now. I had Hyewon seal the deal. I bought your company, which means, personally and professionally, every part of you belongs to me."

Yujin's puppy eyes have never been bigger—except for maybe the time you first penetrated her tight pussy—though this time you find it hard to make out any clear thought she might have; is it pure bewilderment at the boldness and timing of your move? Is it anger because you purposefully got her into trouble, took things too far, just because you could? Or is it—

"Now what?" Yujin grits her teeth and looks to the wet floor. "This was too risky! Reporters will ask questions, some are going to spy on you, rumors will spread—they will find it out! You can't hide this forever."

You gently rake your hand through Yujin's raven hair and watch her toes tense up. Her entire body radiates tension, stress, like she can see everything crumble. The future looks bleak, nothing but darkness. The ‘young you’ can relate strongly, the bottom is usually dark—but as long as you fight, you'll reach the light. Even in the poorest of areas, someone is able to reach for the stars and create a better place for himself, his family.

A better place, even better than what you believed was already perfect.

"Trust me, Yujin," you coo to her and gently pull her hair back to look down at that concerned face of a beautiful goddess. "This is going to lead to moments greater than you could've ever dreamed of."

She looks at you with a swirl of conflicted emotions, but you don't let her dwell on it for too long as you move in to kiss her, prodding your tongue into her mouth too. You subtly position your left hand's fingers near her wet snatch.

"We don't have—"

"—a lot of time," the two of you whisper simultaneously. It's teamwork, alright, how she finishes your sentence with her needy voice, how you hike up her dress while she fiddles with your zipper, how you both find a bit of cover in the far corner of the room. If someone were to come in, you'd at least not be seen, but by the way Yujin squirms when you pull at the cord of the oval vibrator, her voice will make the situation blatantly obvious, even for a blind person.

"You need to stay quiet," you growl in Yujin's neck while you still try to get the plug out of her tight cunt. "This is some serious business, don't disappoint me. Do it like you did last year, on the red carpet.

"Why the fuck—"

The vibrator is still stuck inside her, the walls of Yujin's pussy clamp around it, not ready to let go of the pleasure the constant vibration brings. If it wasn't for your arm around her waist, Yujin would've dropped to the floor already. She is unable to resist it, it's deep inside her, it's snuck and comfortable.

A conflict for you, for her: Can you really let her cum just like this again? It would not be the great, immediate release for your cock you were looking for, but the humiliation, Yujin's embarrassment would make you ascend to a new level of all-powerfulness. It's the same for her, just the other way around. It seems that she has made up her mind before you though:

"Daddy please, you-you need to leave… let me finish the shoot and—"

But you keep kissing her neck.

"Baby girl," you growl. "Either you cum on my cock after I pound your tight little pussy or I turn that toy in you on maximum for the rest of the day. You'll squirt like a fucking fountain, make a mess and then what? What will the headlines say then?"

"Daddy, please! At home… I'll do whatever you want, just not here."

"You know it already don't you, baby girl? I'm your salvation—my cock is your salvation—with it inside your walls, it will keep your cum from spilling out and save you from becoming breaking news."

This much convincing, with Yujin convulsing, is really confusing, but in the end, she is unable to conceal her desire for you to plug her. Her neediness is an issue and your neediness is the solution.

There is no need or time for a blowjob, you are ready to enter right away, so you grab as much of the black dress as you can and pull it up. Yujin's help would be appreciated, but the horny thing can barely stand on her own, both her hands on your back to find security.

"You're the prettiest when you are this needy, baby girl," you tell her as her large, watery eyes are unable to look anywhere but you. A couple of tears spill over, then down her cheeks when she finally presses out the vibrator from her pussy. "Get your leg up here, on this couch."

The angle is perfect, your throbbing cock aligned—you still need to dive in her delicious full lips with that strawberry flavor to deafen her moans. The dive was almost too late, the draw of her cunt is too strong for your manhood to resist, and of course you fill her fully.

"God, you're so tight, you're always tighter when you're so needy.” Your words come pouring out when you disconnect your lips from hers; it’s like disconnecting from the world and ascending to a place of unknown, unbound, unending power. “I get it now. These shoots, these long and stressful hours. You're so hard working baby girl, but now we can fuck anytime. Isn't that a good thing?"

You thrust harshly and stroke Yujin’s pretty hair. Anytime, anywhere, it all doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is you in her, above her, all over her. This is what your love is "Tell Daddy how it feels."

"Y-you're so greedy," Yujin huffs out, even after years of almost daily pussy pounding she is unable to control her breathing during sex. "Where, fuck, where will this end?"

"Answer my question, baby. And keep your moans down. I might make you cum, erupt like a pent up volcano. I can already feel the tsunami building up. Admit that you want me this greedy, because nothing can satisfy—"

"Fuck, okay, okay." Yujin grabs the sleeve of your suit with one hand and your nape with the other. "Daddy, own me. My entire life, my career, my social circle—take it." Her eyes are daggers, then a concoction of bliss, devotion and insurmountable expectations. "Take re-responsibility, and I'll be the best baby girl ever."

"You'll be that either way."

Slam her against one of these many thin, unstable decorative background walls, watch it sway dangerously backwards, but fuck her with the same recklessness as before. Yujin's teeth dig into her lower lip, her body losing all it's grip, except for the grip of her cunt, which you have fucked from every angle, sure, but standing has her the tightest. At least, you believe it right now—maybe it's the setting, the chance to get caught, the career ending thrill.

"I'm your good girl, good girl, Daddy, I—"

"Go on and cum. My cock will save you."

A fleeting moment, a moment of silence, no movement, as if time itself freezes. A moment where Yujin truly is powerless, where she can't just walk out and break up with you or throw everything away and live a different life. She is about to scream her orgasm out, and with her arms uselessly hanging on the sides of her convulsing, climaxing, prime body, nothing but you can stop her from getting caught.

And she submits herself to it, the scream never making it to anyone as you silence her with a strong palm on her luscious lips. Yujin shakes and shakes, only hints of juices making their way past your shaft, your base. She is plugged and both her legs and dress are saved—at least from being ruined entirely.

The orgasm continues in waves. Yujin's eyes water, her moans echo back, her knees melt like ice cream in the summer—she has to admit, she is waiting for your cream inside her, though it never comes.

"Good girl," you coo to her and start fixing her hair while still balls deep in her cunt. "I have some spare panties for you. Don't worry, I soaked them in some perfume, they won't smell anything. Remember, Daddy is right here. Just follow my lead."

"Y-yes." Out of breath is an understatement. You suffocated the poor girl to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that is the point, to make her look exhausted, weak, hell, she can barely walk. You support her, watch her put on the panties, swipe away some messed up makeup that would look too wild, too suspicious.

"Hook your arm underneath mine," you tell her. "I'll tell them your ankle is hurt, that we'll go to a doctor, something like that."

"Daddy, why do you go through such lengths for, for this?"

You grin and look down at your girlfriend, mere moments before the photography director comes rushing back onto the set.

"Why are you so tight whenever we might get caught doing this?"

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piracytheorist · 5 months

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Episode 34 notes!

I was a little surprised we had a "previously on" part on this one. Were they trying to fill up time? XD

I do love, though, that they thought it very important for us to see this face (and getup) of Loid's again.

Best Spy of Westalis, everyone.

Anyway, onto the action! Damn McMahon scared me he was going to die, with how he lay there slumped like that.

Yor really got a second wind after her realization. Seconds ago she was barely able to lift her head up, and now she's up and fighting with multiple open wounds, and still getting the katana guy all bruised up and tired.

And I'm thinking, she believes Loid would forgive the blood on her hands and the fact that she may have to leave them, because he'd see how she's done it for the betterment of the world... and he actually would, because he's doing the same. We now need to see that she'll provide the same understanding and forgiveness when his secret comes out.

I find it a little funny that all this deathly action was taking place up above and everyone else, even Twilight, were none the wiser. Like we go from Yor and Katana Guy fighting to the death and then there's Anya jumping from excitement from the fireworks and Loid just being like "I'm glad you had fun".

And again, following what he thinks is her worries, he apologizes for not being able to find Yor. He's determined to comfort her and I find that so sweet. And then

Anya may be realizing she's too young to have the attention span needed for a professional spy. She's prioritizing fun without realizing it, and to the detriment of her plans, Loid is actually enabling that XD I love my weird family XD

Loid finds out about the bombs and though his spy training tells him to stay out of it and leave it to the SSS to handle the crisis, his knack for amassing responsibility rears its head.

He not only considers the worst possible scenario, he also takes it upon himself to avoid it, like he does with the cold war situation. Nothing of this is on him to blame, but he still thinks that "I can help avoid that" and he just runs straight into danger to do just that.

I wonder if he considers that a consequence of his enhanced abilities. If he believes that he's not above anyone else because he's smarter, faster, stronger, etc than the average human, but because he has all those innate skills and talents, he owes it to the world to use them for good. I don't know, maybe I'm taking it too far with this XD

Anyway. He will certainly be questioning how the very ship he happened to travel on just happened to have a ton of bombs on it to make it sink. That's another thing that will make total sense post-identity reveals when Yor tells him why she was really on that ship XD

Loid doesn't even get to start coming up with ideas for where to leave Anya, and Anya already very conveniently offers the probably best solution: a kids play room XD

Like, again, this show is comedy at its core, so even when there's action and tension going on, things will conveniently happen without making the most sense because it's how comedy works XD Endo knew what he was doing when he started it XD

But also, another thing that will make more sense to Loid after identity reveals. Because he wanted to focus on the bomb, Anya said she wanted to play and he was like "Please for the love of god not now" and she somehow went like "Imma go play on my own and have supervision so you go do your thing" and he should know this isn't common at all. He does say it's lucky but he has no idea XD

The anime added a bit more in this small section, as in the manga the daycare worker doesn't even get to speak to Anya, because she escapes immediately. In the anime Anya plays with a ball for a bit, then asks to draw, and as the woman starts picking up drawing supplies, Anya takes her chance and she's off!

"Hello, I am most definitely not voiced by Takuya Eguchi"

I just love how he just dropped his voice a few pitches instead of putting on a fake voice. And just as I wrote a meta about how Twilight uses a different timbre of his voice when he speaks as Loid, huh XD

Again, we get a mention of "Western extremists". Loid mentioned at the start of the cruise that Princess Lorelei is "the pride and joy of Ostania", so it would make sense to take it down as a fuck-you to Ostania from a rival country. However, without relevant intel, Twilight also considers the possibility that it was simply rigged to spark the fire of war between the two countries, without swearing on it. That's some pretty good deduction without passionately taking sides.

I just think it's very interesting that despite being from Westalis, he never takes the side of its government. He's only on the side of peace and he'll protect both or either West and East interests if it means peace can remain.

It's amazing how Anya's involvement helped things! And how it was even set up!

I was just thinking, a little before I watched the episode, that indeed Yor was missing her weapons. The first dagger was left in the crow's nest where the sniper was, the second was broken by the guy with the mace, and the third slipped from her hand when katana guy first fought her. Which means all this time she's managed to bruise and tire out Katana Guy with her bare hands, while he had his katana on O_O

Ok listen.

First of all, consider the muscle strength a five-year-old would need to throw that dagger that far. And it's not a simple, light dagger, it's strong and massive enough to break through a wooden door and a human skull at once, it's gotta carry some weight. And Anya was able to throw it up an entire story above her and then some more.

But then, it's also the placement of where the dagger ended up - in front of the pipes so that the other guys wouldn't see it immediately upon turning the corner.

Like, they would see the pipes, and prepare to jump over them as they turned the corner, but it would be easy to not spot it and slip on it - and again, because of its position, the guy who slipped on it had the pipes on the right height to first hit his head on them before his back could land on the ground. If it was a little closer he would hit his legs or hips on the pipes, and his body would bend over backwards, and if it was further he would first land on his back and probably not hit his head and lose control of his weapon.

But as it was, he did hit his head, he did lose control of his weapon, and he did shoot the other assassin.

Okay, it was a little ridiculous that the dagger had so much velocity from being slipped on to jump around and land with its pointy end right on the ass-assin (sorry), but it's funny so I don't mind at all.

Just according to keikaku.

Watch out, she's armed!

I love how Katana Guy had been fighting her bare arms and was still exhausted and bruised, and yet when she picked up the weapon she's proficient in he went like "Hmph! I will finish this" like my dude where do you find the confidence, she's been mauling you bare-handed and you think you'll handle her armed??

McMahon coming to at the very right moment to kick Sniff Jobs' ass and I breathe a sigh of relief. (Thanks to tare-anime for sharing the fandom's chosen nickname for that guy! It's funnier than calling him "Turtleneck Guy" XD)

Gotta love how she goes from "demonic assassin" to "sweet cinnamon roll too good for this world" in a single blink.

Katana Guy is down and I breathe another sigh of relief! That was intense!

Anya was so happy she helped her Mama! I still don't know if she grasps the actual gravity of the situation, she should normally be having nightmares about it XD

Twilight is more stressed of being surrounded by SSS agents than having to diffuse a bomb and I think that says a lot about him XD

And then Yor used too much power fighting all those assassins that she couldn't even wonder properly how her weapon ended up in the butt of a guy she wasn't even fighting. The family braincell was being thoroughly used by Twilight in that moment, it couldn't multi-task XD

I saw the blood on the ground from Sniff Jobs and immediately went like "O_O Where did that guy go!"

And then, even in the midst of a very important and dangerous situation, the SSS agent is being a dick and bossy. In the manga Twilight wonders it the SSS are trying to save face and that actually would make a ton of sense.

I like how in the manga, when Anya walks next to Sniff Jobs, his thoughts are shown in bubbles with a black background.

Dark thoughts, dark background. It's happened before.

Then he puts his nose at work and actually becomes the reason the ship is saved. He smells the explosives in the clock, Anya hears his thoughts, then casually transfers the info to someone who can take care of it.

I love how the security guy was so worried about how to find the bombs that he yelped when Anya said a simple "Excuse me" XD

The guy dismissed Anya's request at first, which got her to cry, and I wonder how real that crying was. She was, after all, facing the threat of a bombing attack. But it got the guy to check the clock in the end! And also because Anya is such a small kid that he wouldn't suspect something's up with her.

Sniff Jobs was right - the assassin profession is one built on trust, yet he didn't follow his own advice. The informant didn't trust the assassins and put bugs on them, they didn't trust him and planned to betray him, and because of that they all died. The informant planted the bombs, and the guy followed him to kill him, and one of those bombs ended up being the death of both of them.

That said, I kinda love how that story ended. I have a weakness for a felled villain trying to reach out in despair and anger, even while they're heavily wounded and in pain, and then just getting their comeuppance for good. There's some sort of humanity shown there, but that they use to such wrong lengths that you can't feel sorry for them. But it is interesting to me, in a way :D

I guess Informant Guy didn't expect an elite spy to be on board who'd want to stop his plans. Twilight wonders what purpose the bomb in the clock had and I'm a bit confused. The bombs in the lower decks were there to create holes to make the ship sink. Wouldn't the bomb in the clock cause commotion in the upper decks, making it harder for people to escape as much as it's possible?

If anything, Informant Guy was counting on the devices being retrievable so that the Ostanian government would blame the bombs on Westalis and start another war. It's creepy, too, how lightly he was taking the whole thing.

Knowing how it goes it's actually pretty funny to see Twilight just rip the clock off and go like "Imma throw this into the sea bye" and then just run for it.

Rip I guess, whatever that was.

THIS WAS SO SWEET AAAAAAHHHH

AND THEN THIS

And what Olka says to her too! It's practically the realization Yor had on her own about her job. That she gets her hands bloody and risks her life to provide a better world for her loved ones, but she doesn't see those hands as worthy of affection. And yet Olka shows her that, and an innocent child does as well!

This is what she coats her hands in blood for, and this is a moment of someone recognizing her for that, giving her physical affection and affirmation as a thanks for her sacrifice.

Yor reached that point on her own, but Olka and Gram giving them their affection reassured her of it. It's worth it. She is worth it.

Just let her work under a less abusive boss please I beg

Olka actually wishes for Yor and her family to find happiness. Yor was there simply to provide protection, but they both gave each other hope for the future. And that ties back to the main theme of the entire story. Hope. Humanity. Connection. We're not meant to fight. We're meant to love.

Excuse me while I ponder over this for the next three to five days and probably my entire life T_T

As others have mentioned, McMahon reminds Yor to not become sentimental, that they're merely foot soldiers on the trenches of the cold war, yet he gives her the last day off to relax with her family. And he actually says that is a reward for her doing her job well. The music even turns hopeful and sweet.

I just realized that it looks like Yor hasn't sleep at all during the trip? The first night she stayed vigilant while the others slept (though Olka was awake for some time, too), then she had a long fight with a bunch of assassins, and now McMahon told her to stay on alert until dawn breaks. So she's pulling two all-nighters with an extended fight in between where she got injured and hit her head. Is my girl okay???

And a bunch of steps back on the acceptance front stands Twilight.

He worries about having left Anya on her own, not because he might look suspicious, but because he's spent most of the trip focusing on her emotions and trying to help her have fun. And in the midst of that, he had to pass her off to a daycare to go be a responsible spy saving the world. The fact that Anya had the time of her life and was excited that he was saving the ship is irrelevant, since he doesn't know she was, and he only sees that as a failure of his as a pretend father.

And then catches himself, but even then! He can't even fully justify it to himself!

Boy is starting to slip majorly and he's starting to lose his footing on his denial. His "for the mission" excuse is starting to not suffice... and he's starting to see that.

That's a big step both Yor and Loid have made in their progress of accepting their place in the family, though Yor has a huge head start and Loid will probably still hang onto his denial as much as he can. I'm really curious to see how their dynamic will develop now that they'll meet on the island, and how it will continue once they return home!

As I said this was sweet af but it's also funny how there's so much inconsistency on Anya's size. Like! She legit looks like a baby here! I know Loid is supposed to be bigger than you'd expect but Anya isn't that small XD

The music that played in this scene was a soft variation of the theme playing when they board the ship, as well as during the fight in the previous episode after Yor secures the trio. It's very subtle cause it's mostly a piano playing the harmonies instead of the melody.

Yor put her earring back on! As in the manga, in the end of the fight with Katana Guy she's still missing the earring that she threw at Sniff Jobs and probably ripped her earlobe with. But when she met up with Olka and helped them off, she had put it back on. So she did an absolutely insane thing and put the earring back on even though her earlobe was wounded. This woman eats hot coals for breakfast.

And off we go! Three episodes left in the season and this anime only is trying to not lose her mind 🤪 it's been a wild ride and I've loved every second of it but I am really trying to not despair over the fact that it's three weeks left and then another year of waiting 🥲

#Spy x Family #sxf spoilers #sxf reaction

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clovermarigold · 4 months

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Hi ^_^

I would love a hc for the One Piece characters (especially Shanks and Mihawk (my favorites:3)) reacting of a reader with social anxiety ^_^

Have a great day <3

Thank You!!!! My first one piece asks! As someone with anxiety I really enjoyed this one. I hope you don't mind but I

One Piece and a Reader with Anxiety

Luffy

Luffy doesn't quite understand it, but he tries his best to be supportive. Growing up with Ace, who carried a lot of guilt for being the son of Gold Roger left him with some anxiety. Which is the extent of Luffy's experience with anxiety.

Luffy is a very extroverted person, so he tries to draw attention from you in social situations that might overwhelm you.

In the case that you do get overwhelmed by a situation Luffy will attempt to calm you down. If you're ok with physical touch when you have panic attacks, he's pulling you into the biggest hug. If not, he's breathing with you and making sure it's quiet for you.

In the instance it's a person that causes your panic attack he's giving them two options. Because no one messes with his crew. Either they apologize and leave, or he'll make them.

Sanji

Sanji has an unprecedented amount of childhood trauma (then again most of the crew does). But unlike some other members of the crew, Sanji had a mentor to guide him through it. Zeff believed in tough love, so he wasn't exactly giving Sanji hugs and fatherly approval. That being said, he did care for Sanji's mental health after being abandoned both by his family and on the stranded island.

Sanji is probably one of the most emotionally intelligent Straw hats. Having learned coping skills from self-help books Zeff 'conveniently' left around the Baratie.

Sanji's kitchen is a safe haven you're free to escape to whenever you like, or so he says. On weeks that are busy and stressful, Sanji likes to make the crew's comfort foods.

Sanji likes to multitask when cooking, be it explaining the process or listening to a story. So, feel free to vent while he cooks up one of your favorite meals.

Nami

Nami growing up under Arlong's thumb, feeling like there was no way out has unfortunately also had many panic attacks. Nami, unlike Sanji didn't have a mentor or parental figure to teach her how to deal with her anxiety and as a result is somewhat learning how to handle her anxiety with you.

Nami for the most part used the tactic of getting angry to break out of her panic attacks (authors note: Do not recommend 0/10). So, when she sees you breathing through your panic attacks, she's caught off guard.

From then on, in instances where you start to get worked up, Nami will begin to coach you through breathing, both for you, and as an excuse to practice.

While Nami may not be the most emotionally intelligent member of the crew, she will always be there for you. Ready to talk, kick someone's ass, or just a shoulder to cry on.

Usopp

Usopp likes to pretend that he's a tough guy that doesn't feel anxious or overwhelmed. But... come on. In all seriousness, Usopp is extremely empathetic and completely understanding.

Usopp does his best to distract you in situations known to overwhelm you, large social gatherings? Crowds? A psychopathic clown trying to kill you all... on second thought he might choose to run instead for that last one.

But even when he's scared, he'll always come back for his crew. And when the time comes that you all get to relax a bit, he's completely down to get wasted with you. Unless you don't drink, in that case he's down to get wasted and entertain you with his.... Usoppness.

Usopp is also used to helping Kaya with her fits of coughs, asthma, and choking. So, while it may be different, he doesn't panic as much as he does with other things when he sees you stop breathing.

Zoro

Zoro isn't the best equipped when it comes to the emotional side of things, but he isn't inept. In fact, despite being the least emotionally intelligent, he is the most observant. He can tell when your mind is spiraling and you're overthinking.

Zoro catches your mental state often before you. When I say that he's emotionally unintelligent, that doesn't mean he can't comprehend or empathize, more so he is awful with expressing his sympathies. So, in other words, he has the world's worst case of RBF.

Zoro comforts you in the way that a father who's trying his best comforts his kid would.

"Maybe the reason you don't think you're enough, is because the rest of the world are fucking assholes."

Regardless, Zoro acts as a sort of guard on watch. Keeping an eye out on you, ready to tell the rest of the crew to jump into action with the weighted blankets and ice cream.

Shanks

Shanks is a man that prefers to look on the positive side of things and keep a light air about him. With that he easily the best to be around as a person with anxiety.

Along with having Shanks as support you also have the support of the entire Red Hair Pirates crew. Not to say that the Straw Hats are incapable of supporting you, just that as more experienced adults, the Red Hair Pirates are better suited.

Shanks makes it clear that if at any point you begin to feel overwhelmed or anxious, to use the captain's quarters as a place to hide out and take time to yourself.

Shanks with the permission of the rest of the crew gives you the most blankets to use until they can find a weighted blanket for you.

There is little to no chance that anyone will be able to spur you into a panic attack between Shanks and the crew. So, you just snuggle up in your blankets and talk story with Yasopp while the others deal with the problem.

Mihawk

Mihawk is solitary by nature. He understands your anxiety and is one of the most accommodating. Giving you a home with him on his personal island leaves little chance for any outside entity to flare up your anxiety. Of course, keeping you at home isn't healthy, and he will take you with him off island, though this comes with its dangers.

Mihawk makes sure that when you leave for missions, he sets up safe spaces for you to escape to when things get stressful, a nice hotel room, or a cozy cabin.

On a particularly long mission in the east blue, while eating at a small restaurant, a group of men that were clearly intoxicated continued to make a slew of unwanted comments to multiple parties within the establishment.

Noticing you growing uncomfortable and starting to breath slower Mihawk was quick to leave a generous number of berries and guide you to the door. Unfortunately, the group of men noticed this, laughing as though they had won some sick game.

Though it irritated him to no end, choosing to start a fight in front of you would no doubt end terribly. Instead, Mihawk lead you back to your room, letting you calm down and fall asleep.

Your unconscious self would never know the amount of effort it took to clean off all the blood from his sword before you woke up.

Buggy

Buggy was someone who struggled with anxiety early on. And though he will never admit it, still does. He tends to act like he doesn't care or that it isn't his problem but fails miserably.

He takes mental notes of your stims and disassociation signs so he can tell when you're starting to feel anxious.

Gives you tasks with less social interaction like cleaning his outfits and sharpening his knives.

Eventually, however, something will cause you to panic and break down. If it's caused by situational stress, Buggy will break character to drag you out of it and get you somewhere quiet.

In the case that a person pushes you into a panic attack.... It's never going to happen again. Listen, maybe killing someone in front of you while you're having a full-blown panic attack isn't the best idea, but he's trying his best.

#monkey d. luffy #luffy #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece nami #nami #one piece usopp #usopp #roronoa zoro #zoro #shanks #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #buggy the clown #buggy one piece

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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 15 table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

It was the first time in quite a while that Lia didn't let out a single fuss during her bedtime routine. Jimin was very proud of Lia but also proud of himself- he managed the night all by himself (sans Taehyung barrelling into the bathroom to say goodbye while Jimin was brushing Lia's teeth, startling her just enough to slightly choke on the bubblegum flavored toothpaste). The initial fears of being all alone with Lia for the night diminished as the night went on and no major catastrophes occurred.

Jimin hummed soothingly as he dressed Lia in her pajamas. The nights were staying warmer as June slowly approached, and Jimin dressed her appropriately in a loose gray sleeper gown with a small pink elephant embroidered on the front. For the most part, Lia was already half asleep, mindlessly playing with her lips with her fingers. Jimin couldn't recall when Lia started up the habit, but it got to the point where her lips were constantly chapped, scabbed, and bleeding. He pulled her fingers away with a gentle scolding before clipping the pacifier onto her pajamas and placing the nipple into her mouth. She didn't suck on it-she never does- and Lia pulled a face full of faux disgust. The little was still full of pride, no matter how much Jimin knew she loved the pacifier. The weight against her lips alone always managed to bring a wave of comfort over her.

Once Jimin managed to lay Lia down for the night, he placed a soft kiss to her forehead and went to turn the night light on. Just as the soft light illuminated the room, Jimin noticed Lia's head poking out from over the crib. He walked back to the crib to lay her back down, but the little began frantically looking about the crib. All previous signs of sleep vanished, and Jimin feared yet another restless night from her. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, grasping her hand that held onto the top of the crib.

"Where's...?" Her movements softened slightly, hoping that Jimin would help her find the missing blanket. Once Jimin realized what was off, he mentally cursed Min Yoongi for leaving him to be the bearer of bad news.

"Your blankie? Daddy had to throw it away because it got all dirty. I'm sorry," Jimin genuinely felt remorse for the untimely passing of the blanket. In the past few days, Lia grew almost inseparable from the pink fabric, carrying it almost everywhere.

All movement stopped after Jimin broke the news, and Jimin swore he saw Lia's heart actually break in two. She slowly turned her head to look at Jimin with tears in her eyes, and now Jimin felt like the frantic one. "Shh, it's okay! You still have-" Jimin grabbed a soft mint blanket from the corner of the room, "this one! And so many other ones!" He held out the fluffy blanket towards Ophelia. She took it in her own hands and stared down at it. Just when Jimin thought he avoided a proper meltdown, the heartwrenching sobs started slowly but increased exponentially before Jimin could further cease them.

"Awh, baby," Jimin plucked the girl out of her crib, the blanket slipping out of her small hands. "Sweetie, honey. Don't cry." The sobs showed no signs of stopping- once Lia's cries hit a certain point, she couldn't stop them no matter how hard she tried. But if she didn't stop soon, Jimin felt he himself may start bawling as well. He bounced her in a desperate attempt to settle her as he walked around the nursery. Nothing was helping, however- Lia continued to scream, cry, sob.

Tears pricked the corner of Jimin's eyes. Everything had been going so smoothly the past few weeks, and tonight, everything felt like it was crashing down, never to be rebuilt again. Yes, they could replace the stupid blanket, but the attachment to the one object that kept Lia grounded and secure was irreplaceable. With an immense feeling of helplessness, Jimin laid Lia back down in her crib despite her cries. Without a word, Jimin walked back to his own room, but Lia's sobs and his own tears thwarted off any thoughts of sleep.

Cry it out, just cry it out.

Hoseok observed Lia as she yet again sat in front of the patio doors, watching the birds fly about outside. It was a shock that she no longer attempted to go outside on her own anymore- she just sat and stared in wonder and longing.

There wasn't much in the yard- the most unique thing was the bird feeder Taehyung attached to a tree, which he religiously refilled so he wouldn't upset the birds. After taking note of Lia's fascination with it, he placed another one closer to the patio doors as well as a hummingbird feeder. Since the most recent installment, Lia frequently called someone over to check out the pretty birds with her since she could now clearly see their unique and bright colors.

Today, there were no excited smiles or exclamations, she simply sat and watched. Hoseok figured that the same birds passing by day to day must get boring easily, and a not-so-bright idea popped into his head.

"Hey, Lia," Hoseok continued once he had her attention, "Do you wanna do something fun?"

She stared at Hoseok with uncertainty. 'Fun' was an extremely vague word, and her idea of fun varied drastically from her daddies' idea of fun. Still keeping eye contact out, she slowly shook her head no.

Hoseok chuckled and stood up from his chair to walk up to the patio doors. He bent down so he was the same height as Lia sitting down and observed the yard from beside her. Lia stared at Hoseok with the same uncertainty and reluctance, but nevertheless intrigued.

"It sure looks pretty plain out there. Wouldn't you like something to play on?"

"No."

"What about something for the birdies to play on? How about that?"

When Lia didn't respond, Hoseok took her hand and lifted her off the floor. Lia followed him as he walked to the front door feeling confused yet curious. She had absolutely no idea what was going on. From the rack next to the doors, Hoseok grabbed his shoes as well as one of Lia's multiple pairs, sliding his on quick before putting Lia's on for her. He took hold of her hand again before opening the door, allowing Lia outside for the first time.

Hoseok felt terrified. No, he felt like a stupid, terrified idiot. With every step he took away from the house, he constantly looked toward Lia to make sure she was still there and not running off. Surprisingly she did not run away and held onto his hand while looking around. Eventually, they reached the front gate, and Hoseok realized he had to let go of Lia's hand in order to unlock and open it.

In his head, Hoseok knew he was Lia's favorite. It was obvious; she never seemed as stressed around him as she did the others, and Hoseok just knew that Lia preferred him. She trusted him, so he had to trust her.

Hoseok let go of her hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept watching in case Lia ran off. He only took his eyes off her to undo the lock and open the gate, and returned his gaze to his left to find Lia still standing there watching him fiddle with the lock. He let out a relieved smile and took Lia's hand again, preceding with the utmost confidence towards the car.

Lia froze at the sight of the car seat, remembering exactly what happened last time she was strapped in it. Hoseok sensed her trepidation and chose to ignore it- he learned long ago that simply not acknowledging Lia's fears was the best way to go. Rather than call her out for it and put her on the spot, silently working her through it worked wonders. Hoseok picked Lia up and placed her in the car seat, quickly strapping her in before placing a small kiss to her head.

Once he got into the driver's seat, Lia spoke up. "Where are we going?" she asked hesitantly, sinking further into the car seat out of anxiety.

"We have to run some errands, baby. It won't take long," Hoseok took out his phone and brought up the camera app. He turned in his seat to take a picture of Lia to send to the other boys as a way of saying 'look at what I have the ability to do and you do not!'. "Say cheese, baby!" Hoseok smiled himself, but once Lia realized he was taking a photo, she quickly hid her face in her hands. Honestly, Hoseok thought that pose was much, much cuter.

He sent the picture before throwing his phone on the passenger seat and starting the car. Yes, the fear of taking Lia out in public protruded out strongly in his mind, but he solely relied on the chance that no one paid too much attention to them. So far she had been so, so good and well behaved, and could only pray her behavior kept up all day.

Hoseok looked back at Lia occasionally, taking careful note of the tension filling her body. She stared out the window in fear, sinking away into the car seat. In the back of his mind, Hoseok was glad she felt that way to the outside. She wouldn't run away, and took shelter in the safety and security that she was familiar with- him.

They eventually reached their destination, and the fear of taking Lia in public suddenly hit him harder than before. What exactly would happen if they were found out, if someone recognized Lia? The police would definitely have them without 5 minutes tops. Suddenly, this no longer felt like Hoseok's best idea.

He got out of the car and got Lia out, quickly taking her hand back in his. Hoseok pulled Lia through the parking lot, making Lia upset with the quick pace. "Where are we?" She asked yet again.

"We're only here for a minute, honey." Lia puffed out her cheeks at the lack of a sufficient answer. She looked up at the large building, unable to read the sign to give her a hint as to where she was. Great.

The two of them didn't enter the main building but went into the small outdoor subset next to the building. Various flowers and other plants were on display, and immediately the pots of large pink flowers caught her eye. They continued walking until they reached a child's outdoor playset on display, and soon everything about today clicked in Lia's head.

When she was younger, she begged and pleaded for a backyard playset with swings and a slide. Her parents never listened, stating that they had no money and the public park was just as good. Yet, they spent thousands of dollars on drugs and alcohol, and never took Ophelia to the public park. Seeing the various types of sets before her made her feel something she couldn't exactly name. She just wanted to go home.

"Hmm? Which one do you want?" Hoseok asked, but Lia still didn't give him any attention. She just stared down at her feet, swaying back and forth idly. Hoseok continued to look at the various sets, keeping the one-sided conversation with Lia going just in case she decided to give her input.

"What about one with a twisty slide? That one looks-"

"I-I don't feel good."

"What's wrong?" Hoseok turned Lia to face him and saw how much she had paled and the tears clouding her eyes. Lia stuttered out fragments of words, fearing the bile she felt in the back of her throat rising uncomfortably. Everything felt too much right now, yet nothing felt exactly real. Lia leaned into Hoseok, desperately craving comfort and reassurance.

Hoseok gently rocked her back and forth, softly shushing her to calm her down. She wasn't crying, yet still clung to Hoseok as she usually did when upset. It soon dawned on Hoseok that being recognized wasn't the only risk of going out in public- Lia just wasn't ready yet.

"Let's go home, baby. It's well past your naptime anyway." Hoseok grabbed her hand and lead her back to the car. A few steps into their walk and Lia stopped dead in her tracks, causing Hoseok to look back at her confused.

"That one," she pointed to a box displaying a playset with a yellow slide, two swings, and a sandbox.

It had been Namjoon that called the family meeting once Ophelia had gone to bed. He dragged everyone to the kitchen table, and once realizing Jungkook was not present, personally drove to get him and haul him back home. The room was filled with tense energy, and Namjoon only hoped that the screaming would be kept at a minimum to allow Lia to sleep.

"Namjoon, what exactly is this for?" Jin asked, staring expectantly at his boyfriend.

"You'd know if-" Namjoon cut Jimin off with a sharp 'hush,' wishing to have all the attention on him for the moment.

"This is about many things that have just been piling up over the past few months. Mainly about Lia, amongst other things," Namjoon added the last bit while staring between Jungkook and Jin. "Would anyone like to begin?"

The room remained quiet, and Namjoon mentally counted to five before speaking again. "Okay, I'll start. First off, I've noticed that we haven't been very consistent when it comes to handling Lia."

"So we'll be more consistent. Great point, hyung! Meeting adjourned," Jimin rushed out, standing up from his seat in hopes of leaving. Namjoon waved his hand, motioning for Jimin to sit back down.

"Not exactly that easy. I say we create a set list of rules that we all follow so Lia doesn't get mixed messages," Namjoon looked around and saw small nods from everyone besides Jungkook. "Jungkook? Do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah," the youngest spat out, "She obviously fucking hates it here- just let this whole baby thing go. She's suffering."

Namjoon took a deep breath, choosing to ignore the issue at hand. "Okay, we'll work on rules after we address everything. Anything else?"

"How about we don't bring her out in public while the police are still looking for her?" Yoongi sassed, staring cockily at Hoseok.

"Ouch. Direct hit," Hoseok deadpanned. Namjoon rolled his eyes- why did he expect this talk to go without off-topic remarks?

"Anything else?" Namjoon said through gritted teeth. "Anything constructive?"

"I... kind of agree with Jungkook." Taehyung softly spoke out, "She's not comfortable with any of this- she's just used to it by now. But that brings up your entire point about consistency-"

"We're not being consistent enough because we're not communicating." Jimin finished Taehyung's thought. "When we're all at the house, Lia is confused as of who to listen to because we all do what we think is right. And when we're alone with Lia, she gets mixed singles as of how to act. It's a lose-lose situation for her."

"That's why we need to set rules-"

"We did- they didn't work." Jin cut off Namjoon with his snarky remark.

"Can we go for five minutes without cutting others off? Thank you," Namjoon glared over at Jin, "We need to discuss whatever the fuck is up with you later."

Tension filled the room yet again as no one dared to speak a word. Finally, Hoseok stood up and clapped his hands. "Okay! Rules! Consistency! Jin! We solved the problems, let's go to bed."

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sweettoothvn · 1 year

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Andre nsfw alphabet?

Well isn't this convenient~?

NSFW Undercut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He refuses to leave your side- unless you need something of course. He'll be pretty anxious afterwards too, constantly trying to make sure you're okay and that he didn't hurt you or go too far. Just know that Pepper might barge in afterwards, upset she didn't get attention for an hour (or a few hours- really depends). So you get Andre kisses and puppy kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's a breast guy. It doesn't matter if you have a masculine chest, feminine chest, if you're flat or chest heavy- he just loves that region so much. Now his favorite part of his own body would be his ass, he makes sure it looks nice. But generally he's pretty confident with his entire body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Because he's half Umbran, his cum is going to be purple. Similar to ectoplasm. Same with his saliva and blood.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a few sex machines he's made in the past. Either he's too flustered to try them out on himself- or he's too flustered to ask someone to try them out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a virgin. He doesn't know what he's doing at all. He might have received tips from Kieran- or read a few smut novels (courtesy of Zach) but he doesn't know what to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's mostly a bottom so he prefers positions where his partner is riding him (wink). However if he's topping, you can't go wrong with a good old fashioned missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's pretty serious considering this is supposed to be an intimate moment between the two of you. However if you laugh, he wont be able to help it and join in. If anything this would help him relax.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's pretty well groomed- however when he's older he lets loose and allows hair to grow on his chest. Currently though, his chest is shaved. Other than that he has hair on his arms and legs along with some down there. not too much though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Huge sucker for romance. The amount of romcoms he's consumed should be considered unhealthy. However he puts his knowledge to good use and makes sure to learn as much about his partner's likes and dislikes. He's very observant with their small quirks and what makes them uncomfortable. Dates are very common, if not once or twice a week. in public or private, it doesn't matter. He wants to spend so much time with you and show how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You'll probably catch him in the shower doing it, hoping that the sound of the rushing water will mask what he's actually doing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Monster fucking, breeding kink, masochism (he's the masochist), bondage (on him), Robots/Androids, Tentacles, Pegging, Mommy/Daddy. He's mostly a bottom but when he tops he's a soft dom. He praises his partner a lot. If his partner is really horny/desperate he'll be a brat. He likes some pet play and master/servant- usually if he's the servant though. He loves orgasm denial and overstimulation, usually on him but he doesnt mind doing it to his partner.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to be at home. Only he should be able to witness you in this state. No one else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Well he prefers his partner to be pretty forceful and demanding. He doesn't mind if they get handsy- maybe not in public though. He doesnt take breaks so he's constantly stressed from work. If you propose a break, be prepared to fight him (playfully) on it. If anything just be prepared to take him in his work room. But hey. That pent up stress lets him have loootttssss of time to work it off ;)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Unsanitary kinks, degradation, food play, public humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless he's in a poly)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving oral since he's scared his partner will choke and die on his dick. Plus it helps that he doesnt have a gag reflex.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's very gentle and sensual, making sure that you're comfortable and that it feels good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quickies as it doesnt give him enough time to enjoy it. However if you really need it... he just can't say no to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to experimentation but you need to be very careful if its something that could hurt you. He can get pretty anxious quickly about your safety.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Considering all that pent up stress? He can go for hours. Of course during your first few times it might a bit fast but that's cause he's new to this.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely owns toys. Has he used them? No. They sit in a storage closet with his other sex machines that he is too embarrassed to use. Once his partner discovers them on accident is when he uses them. If they're up for it of course.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tend to tease- unless he's wanting to be a brat cause his partner really wants to fuck. But it's not hard to break him either so teasing wont last very long.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Depends on what you guys are doing. If you're pegging him, he can be loud. If you're riding him then he can be quiet or loud. Also depends on if you've gagged him or not.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

10 inches. I will say no more.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lots of moles and a few freckles, maybe a few scratches and scars from yard work or accidents. Some sun spots here and there.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's a bit high but not on the extreme end. He doesnt give into his desires a lot as he wants to work most of the time so he doesnt really relieve himself. Maybe you could help him with that..?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you guys have gone one round or two it will be a while before he passes out. If you're gone hours upon hours, sleeping isnt very hard for him.

#sweet tooth andre #special icing asks

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lorei-writes · 8 months

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Winter Flower

Chapter V: That Lost; That Lost

Masamune x OC [Hana] Summary: Hana wakes up in the gardens of Azuchi castle without any recollection of her past. Who is she? What was she doing there? And most importantly – what is she supposed to do now? Placed under supervision of Lord Date, Hana has to find her footing in the unfamiliar reality of the warring states. Series Masterlist

Content Warnings: none

The snow has melted nearly completely by today. I take that with relief, even as chilly air slides across my skin and causes my face to burn. It’s not exactly a pleasant sensation, but I don’t think I should complain. Given that I may have to leave come spring… I think it is best I take any opportunity there is to learn.

From what I understand, however, my position did improve, even if marginally. A day is not enough to clear a person of all suspicions, but at least no new ones have been attached to my name… and now, there is one person who seems to believe in my sorry “I apologise for waking up in your garden, I don’t have the foggiest idea why I was there in the first place, but thank you very much for clothes, medicine, food and shelter, I truly, truly, truly appreciate it”. Although I wish we could have skipped over that “lie and lose your head” bit, but I digress. Trust the process, and all that jazz… jazz?

A detour first thing in the morning does not sound like a bad thing; the town around the Azuchi castle is lively despite the weather, ropes of merchants passing through the streets lined with colourful stalls and shops. I am not sure where exactly this ‘here’ is, nor where it is that we should be… nor why we are here, for that matter. But it is also none of my business, I suppose. What is important is that Masamune is tall. It is convenient – wherever he goes, I can follow for as long as I walk close behind him. I shouldn’t look around too much, though. A moment of inattention would be enough for my pathway in the sea of people to disappear, and I am nearly certain this has happened somewhere to somebody before. And that what followed was not pleasant.

“You okay there?”

I nearly jump at the sound of his voice. Masamune looks over his shoulder, but he does not stop, not even for a moment.

“Yeah. But I can’t see where I’m going, and now you’re not looking either.”

Masamune chuckles before returning his attention to the path – just in time for us to take a sharp turn as not to walk into a stall. I click my tongue, but do not say a word.

It isn’t long before we climb the stone steps leading directly to the Azuchi castle itself. I breathe a sigh of relief, even though we aren’t quite where we want to be just yet.

“Is it always that busy here?” I ask. The path may be steep, but at least the crowd has thinned out significantly, so I am able to walk beside Masamune.

“Yeah. Lord Nobunaga’s taxation policies work wonders. All travellers passing through are also forced to stay for a night. Though we haven’t been to the busiest part of the town.”

I stifle my surprise, but my face seems to betray me – much to Masamune’s amusement.

“Commoner houses were built at the shore of the Biwa lake. We also haven’t seen much of the marketplace.”

To be exact, I have seen exactly none of the marketplace, because all I watched was your back, Masamune. So much of learning.

Our destination, the castle itself, makes me feel awfully small and insignificant. We pass through the gates. I cannot help but marvel at how thick the defence walls are; they seem to be made out of solid stone, however unbelievable that may sound. Whether that’s the case or not, I personally would not wish to have to break through them with force… Which makes me realise there may be a reason for why they are the way they are.

“Lord Masamune… Could I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

Oh, you little… I grimace, and he grins in reply. Truly, so dignified, considerate and —

“Go on.”

Oh. Steam out, me, steam out. “Is lord Nobunaga perhaps expecting an attack? I… I suppose the defences of his castle look very… sizeable?”

Masamune blinks, but remains quiet. He blinks once, twice, thrice, and several more times, but finally he regains control over his tongue – or perhaps steals it back from the sheer disbelief that held him.

“Lass, the entire last century has been all wars. The entire country is fighting now.”

My lungs ignite. I do not know what it is that upsets my body, but it tells me to run. Nevertheless, I choke the instinct down and force an apologetic smile… Perhaps it was stupid of me to ask in the first place.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know any of that.” At least I suppose I can now cross one item out of the list of I-don’t-knows.

It is fair to say that I… don’t exactly have an idea on how to calm myself down. We enter the castle, and at each of our steps I could swear I can hear the sound of crunching eggshells. The world around me is fairly blurry, as if it was passing by me in a rush to get somewhere more important. So much of my learning again – the ornate rooms, lacquered wood, decorated walls… I can see them, I know they are there, but nothing, absolutely nothing sticks to my mind. My eyes watch, but they cannot see, so for now, I suppose I have to satisfy myself with the rational conclusion that Nobunaga is rich. Filthy rich, influential, and since they did think I could be an assassin, and the entire country is at war… He probably plays a major role in it. What exactly did you get yourself into, me?

The reason why Masamune has left me by myself has slipped by my mind as well. Nevertheless, he seems to have talked with somebody on the matter, as there is nobody around here to watch over me. I do suppose I should not go anywhere far away, and that if I were to be found at a wrong place, wherever that place could be, it could end up rather poorly for me… But a little walk should not hurt, should it? It may be able to soothe my hammering heart. At least I want to believe that much.

The room I’ve been left in opens to a veranda overlooking castle gardens, or a part of them. I am not sure, but it is irrelevant just regardless – all I need is for this crispy cool air to take my worries away, to placate my mind enough for me to be fully in control again. The voice from yesterday seems to have roused, and there are few things I wouldn’t do to shut it up.

I step onto the veranda and cautiously look around; not a living soul in sight. I walk up to the railing, each step resonating through my head as in a fury of ringing bells – but then, I lean on the wood, and wind caresses my face. It wipes the frown from it, it eases my brows back into their rightful place, and… I come to realise, each gust of it carries an odd scent. It is both subtle and pungent at the same time, scratching the back of my throat while also leaving a mildly sweet, fruity or flowery, aftertaste in my mouth. I want to search for its source, but the door to my left opens, and a person comes out onto the veranda. I catch a glimpse of his face. It is slender and pale, made paler by the black hair framing the side of it; however, he does not seem to pay much mind to me… At least until he sees my hands.

The man walks up to me, and leans on the railing as well. Our shoulders nearly touch.

Run.

“Could it be that you’re the unexpected visitor lord Nobunaga received a couple nights back?” he asks. I hang my head low.

“Perhaps,” I say in a clear voice, even though I’d rather mumble it out.

“I see,” he muses aloud, takes a long pause as if he has lost his way through his thoughts. The scent is stronger now, although I can also smell something attempting to muffle it… Something bitter, medicine-like.

Run.

“I thought it was just a tale,” he continues. “Is it also true that you do not remember a thing?”

“I don’t,” I affirm. “If I may, my lord… Why is it that you ask?”

“For no particular reason.”

“I see.”

Run.

Silence sets between us, but it is hardly quiet, at least in my ears. My heartbeat splits my temples. I can only beg for my body to stay still, the voice inside having long convinced me that my choices are to remain dead calm, or to leave immediately.

So I stay.

Until he goes away, and I can breathe again.

The further the man goes, the less of the odd scent I can smell. Eventually, it disappears completely, but my hands still shake. Nevertheless, I attempt to hold myself together. The fear running through my veins is bound to run out at some point, I know this much, and then perhaps I can wonder what even caused this sudden rush. Clear your head, me, clear your head… You cannot break out into panic whenever and wherever. You just can’t…

Tobacco.

I turn around. My shoulders slump at the sight of a familiar face. It is a relief to see Hideyoshi here, even if just in passing, his smile being enough to convince me that all is well. He walks up to me and rests one of his arms on the railing.

“Good morning, Hana. How was your first day?”

“It was… rather eventful,” I hesitate, but tell the truth nonetheless. It might have not been the best choice, though, a frown now cutting across Hideyoshi’s face.

“Did Masamune do something?” he groans, and I wonder whether it is possible to see white hairs sprout on somebody’s head in real time. Is… Hideyoshi responsible for overlooking things? Should we be even talking about this?

“No, no. But I didn’t expect him to keep a tiger. Shogetsu scared me a little, that’s all,” I assure. It barely covers what happened, but it’s perhaps best that I omit whatever may cause him – me? us? – a headache later.

“If you say so…” Hideyoshi does not seem to believe me in the slightest. “If he causes you trouble, tell me. I can talk to lord Nobunaga on your behalf, I’m sure he’d be willing to put you in my care if I asked.”

I press my hands to my chest, my heart swelling with warmth. I wonder whether that’s the effect he always has on people, because somehow, it does not seem to be as cold anymore. I close my eyes and bow my head, even if just a little bit.

“Thank you, my lord,” I say, or nearly sigh-out in relief. However, when I look again, Hideyoshi does not seem to be pleased, not at all. Quite to the contrary, in fact.

“You forgot to put medicine on your hands, didn’t you?” He reaches for them to bring them closer to his face. I flinch at his touch, although it bothers me less than the fact that he looks at them. They’re… not a particularly pretty sight now. Red, cracked, with some scabs scattered all over; certainly, he could find something better to occupy himself with.

“I did, yes,” I admit sheepishly, and Hideyoshi lets his fingers slip from mine. I could not be happier about that.

“You must put the salve on in the morning, and before sleep.” It would be easier if I didn’t fall asleep on the kitchen floor. “Otherwise it’ll get worse, and you may get an infection.”

I nod, my lips tightly shut… to Hideyoshi’s displeased sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disregard your care.”

“If you’re going to apologise for that, you may very well just say ‘Thank you for caring about me', you know?” he sighs again, but this time, he ruffles my hair.

Hideyoshi begins to turn on his heel, thus signalling that he is just about ready to leave. However, this odd feeling continues to eat away at me. Without thinking of it twice, I grab the hem of his sleeve to stop him, hazelnut eyes staring at me in surprise.

“I… I do not know how to explain it, but I’ve met a certain man here, just a moment before you came. He seemed to have talked to lord Nobunaga not long ago… Do you know who that may be?”

His brows knit. “Lord Nobunaga gives audiences to many people daily.”

“He smelled vaguely of flowers and medicine.”

Hideyoshi seems to consider my inquiry again, this time with more thought. His lips part. However, before he produces any sound, a one-eyed hurricane speeds by us and stops. Masamune grabs my arm.

“You’re going to stay here until I come back,” he orders and is already ready to break into a dash again. Hideyoshi, however, has none of that.

“Wait, what happened?”

“Poisoned needle hidden in tribute.”

The phantom of that floral scent wafts towards my nose again, this time barely noticeable under the overpowering bitter stench. My heart hammers in my chest. It is just a baseless assumption, but… I cannot shake off the feeling that I know who was the one to deliver the gift.

Hideyoshi puts his hand on my shoulder before giving chase after Masamune, thus leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I don’t think I need any confirmation. My body, somehow, already knows. Who exactly are you, me? And, more importantly, what is our place in here?

Series tag list: @cheese-ception @nuttytani

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Now that I've read as much as I can of dftr I have many thoughts and questions, so get ready...

At the early stages with the kids - Would Wanda become more 'normal' because she's distracted by her kids, maybe even making R a little jealous due to the fact she doesn't have all of Wanda's attention anymore?

I know you've said that R didn't want kids and wouldn't out right neglect them when it eventually happens but would there still be a moment of "wow this is my kid" for R? And at this point R realises the care they have for the kids or no? If it is like this I can see R aging another role of 'perfect parent' but she'd still need to kill someone to satisfy that craving... But also as the kids get older would R have a different place to kill her victims because she won't be able to do it in the basement any more

Another thing I'm curious about is R's friends - you mentioned Wanda killing them in the future (because they'd be the ones to turn R in) but right now as R and Wanda develop their relationship do the friends wonder how Wanda/R are even still together? But also as the relationship goes on they're like "oh R is as crazy as Wanda" because of how possessive R is (even with R's 'act' of being a normal person I feel like there will be moments where it slips and her friends see it). Or even the marks they've left on each other and the friends joke to R about her being "kinkier than they expected"

Either way I'm wondering - would the friends think, even with how weird the whole relationship is, that they're cute together and they're actually happy for R?

Like I said I have many thoughts but I think I'll leave it here for now 😂

Ok, let's go step by step!

About the kids, I believe that at least part of this I ended up answering in this post here. R would definitely have a lot of trouble really connecting with Billy and Tommy, but she'd probably really accept that they're an important part of her after they're a year old or so. She would indeed end up forcing herself to accept their existence for more superficial reasons (and thus unconsciously repeating her parents' footsteps), but to maintain the image of a good Samaritan with the perfect family they would have to be a perfect parent, and you can't do that when you avoid your kids like they're pestilent or some shit like that lol

So you can believe that yes, R will force herself to try for them… in a way. Which implies having to kill outside the house, and not keeping victims captive in the same environment where she lives with her family. Which means Wanda will get what she's always wanted: make R stop keeping other women in the house just for her own fun. Convenient, huh. Totally unplanned.

About R's friends, the fact that some of them will have to leave in the future is indispensable. As Wanda and R's relationship grows and takes on greater proportions, slips will happen and some heads will roll because of it. But yeah, the relationship from the outside is pretty weird, to say the least, for R's friends.

One day she was single and the next she'd been dating Wanda for a long time, but no one had even heard of her before. It's possible that R's social mask ends up falling off at times and she becomes overly possessive of Wanda while in public, but as Wanda has never really hidden how jealous she can be towards R and they know R as an extremely docile, good, friendly, kind person, everyone will always point out Wanda as the red flag of the relationship ("Y/n's such a good person, isn't she? I don't understand how she can date someone as problematic as Wanda").

It's been said before that R's friends don't really like Wanda's presence around because she's very territorial, but over time they would learn to deal with it (or at least most of them will… and those who don't won't be around long to question lol). After all, in public they just seem like an adorable couple, it's true. So while most people would find Wanda a little weird, they would learn to live with the idea that she will always be there.

About the marks on their bodies, R and Wanda manage to cover them very well most of the time and most of it is done in hidden places that only they will see. If any hickeys or scratches show up, it will probably only be mocked superficially as some "kinky shit" and that's it.

#t asks #(don't fear) the reaper!au #family-house-of-m

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WEAK-tober | Day 9: Bloody

How Late? 6 months, 12 days

AHahhaaha, still keeping this up-- Mostly because I'm avoiding my homework.

Category: M/F

Pairing: Kenny Ji/ Reader

Tags: #Angst

Words: 2,297

Current TW: Author Chose Not To Use Warnings

Author's notes: So there's this one person on discord that I just know likes Kenny angst, and another who hates it. Lmao, so here this is. I'm very happy to be part of the discord, because damn, it is hilarious to watch from the side lines.

The first time he sees you, it’s at some shitty ass convenience store where he and the fucks he takes care of decided to hang. It was one of those days where he takes his subordinates out for something small, just a couple of beers and some chicken, because it’s a lazy day where one could just sit outside on the pavement and smoke.

Some days, one just has to say fuck to that high-end bar that Manwol frequents. There’s a calm about hanging around shitty 24/7 convenience stores; it brings back memories of times when things were simpler.

Kenny watches you walk inside while he drags his cigarette, he’s leaning back on his chair at the outside patio of the store.

Pretty, the leather jacket is definitely a plus in his books. You browse through the store, easy smile on your lips as you talk to someone on your phone—A friend, perhaps? It’s as big contrast from the bad girl outfit you pull of seemingly… which is nice.

Definitely his type.

Fucker #1, who Kenny Ji reluctantly takes care of because of his position, snorts; pulling his attention away from you when he glares at the shit.

“You got something to say, you bastard?”

The bastard still has the audacity to look smug, “She has braces on, and they’re pink.”

“And you…” Kenny drags out as he flicks his cigarette away, stomping on it when he stands; he dusts himself off and pops a mint. “Have no taste.”

He could do charming.

He could also use the excuse to tell his subordinates to fuck off and leave him alone for the rest of the night. It’ll be a nice change of pace, and he’ll get a date out of it.

…

It’s seven dates later, the last date being you teaching him all the ways one could make a gun using a 3D printer, showing off all your stuffed animals you had since a child, and barbecuing at your place because it was cheaper, that he realizes:

Holy shit, that is definitely my type.

It’s also when he realizes that he’s been dating you without realizing it.

What the fuck.

…

“You have a brother?”

Kenny doesn’t know if you told him that before, because it felt like you told him that before and he just forgot. Which would be bad, very bad, because—

You blink, “I never told you?”

“No.” He says, “I don’t think so.”

Your eyes narrow, because for the past several minutes you were talking about this annoying dude that you know, what he did not know that it was you talking about your brother; and Kenny can feel his soul preparing to leave his body.

“For real?”

“Pretty sure.” Well, not that sure, but whatever. Wait… “I would have told you about my own brother if I did—”

“You have a brother?”

Wow.

It’s a full circle.

…

Things with Manwol start falling to shit. Changyeon Lee, the bastard, is being more ruthless than before; but Kenny owes him.

So he goes out and gets his hands dirty.

Kenny doesn’t want Jake to follow in his steps.

Kenny doesn’t want you to know this side of him.

But Changyeon Lee is owed.

…

You find out.

He doesn’t mean for you to find out, but life is shitty enough to throw you right in front of him when he’s doing the shit he does for Manwol. Kenny doesn’t even does this type of job often, he hasn’t bothered with high schoolers for an entire year until now because some fucks called the Un—

It doesn’t matter.

You find out, and he doesn’t follow when you leave with an expression he dares not describe. Manwol and every other fucker out there is watching him for a weakness he cannot afford, he reasons, and keeps the charade up long enough until he’s alone.

He vomits just before he manages to reach your place; the disgust builds itself, and maybe he deserves it.

So he leaves before he could knock on your door.

…

You ask him too meet at a restaurant; one of those Japanese food places that provide private rooms. You like things like that, you enjoy the privacy and kicking off your shoes and sitting cross-legged; though maybe you just want the privacy of breaking things off.

He can’t help but smile and let his shoulders sag in relief when he sees that you’re okay.

You smile.

Any other day, it would have been comforting; Kenny would have been mentally patting himself good job, definitely not blushing, and he’d be able to smile right back.

But he remembers what he did, and now that smile feels less than it ever should be. What would life be like if you decide to look past the deeds he’s done, because you’re kind enough for that. Truly.

Kenny doesn’t deserve that kind of forgiveness.

Not when he knows he can’t leave Manwol; knows that if he stays with you, then it’ll be some kind of fantasy that could be torn down at any moment.

“The kid.” You say, “Did you at least know his name?”

Of course he doesn’t fucking know, he just knew that it was a job that he was assigned to save face; the closest thing to a name for the kid was Motherfucker.

“No, I never really bothered with that.”

Your eyes widen at the admission, and your nails dig into the table; a habit of yours when you’re holding yourself back from being angry or from being excited.

Kenny could guess which.

Fucking Changyeon Lee.

Fucking Manwol.

Fuck all this shit to hell.

And Kenny isn’t one to shy away from accountability, isn’t one to deny that is position in Manwol is a burden his to bear; so he’ll make this easier for you.

“Let’s break up.” He says, determined—

Then you laugh and it’s so much crueler than he ever thought it could be; and Kenny deserves it, and it’ll be so much easier this way to.

“I can’t stand this anymore, fucking bastard.” You sigh, reaching into your purse to toss over one of those cute pink and plastic whatever the fuck they’re called folder envelopes. Your gaze is cold, “Here, read this.”

He takes it, opens the folder and—

There’s a million of things he could have said then, but the words die in his throat. He doesn’t know he’s shaking until you’re holding onto his hand.

Comforting?

No, of course not.

Your nails dig into the back of his hand, it’s too sharp; and when he finally composes himself to look at you, all there is is detachment.

“I had to move the schedule up because of your little stunt.” You say, kissing the back of his knuckle, “But that’s alright, better for the truth to come our sooner than later, right? Better to cut than to hold on.”

The folder drops, spilling its contents throughout the entire floor.

“It’s everything about Manwol.” You tell him as if he didn’t know that two plus two equals four. “You could double-check it if you want. Though I highly doubt you won’t find anything that’s missing.”

Kenny stares at it, he knew the folder was heavier than it should be, but to see the amount of it spread across the floor is another thing entirely. Several pictures, he knows instantly.

He swallows.

“How many copies?”

You let him go with a hum, leaving his side to pick up the files which has fallen. This was planned, he realizes, for a long, long time.

“I have plenty of copies.”

“Why?”

You look at him as if you want to laugh, as if the his questions pains you so that you are torn between hysterics and being furious; you glare at him and in the same breath you smile, and it’s the pain from where your nails dug till it bled that keeps him seated.

“Why do what you do?” You mock, snarling. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Don’t you know you hurt people? That the ones you hurt are loved? What did you feel when you hit that kid? What did you think?”

And the disgust builds itself.

“Did you really not know?” You ask him, pleading for what he cannot give; because apologies are useless when it cannot be fixed. “How bloody your hands are because of it, and you don’t even know who I’m talking about.”

You sigh.

He stays seated.

“You’re going to destroy Manwol with this, won’t you?”

Because Kenny doesn’t quite care anymore for what happens to it; and it’s justice at it’s finest. It’s also him, remembering the sea of the nameless and the named of those he hurt; and not knowing who was the one so important to you.

So, yeah.

He’ll deserve everything coming to him; he won’t even care if this was planned since the beginning. Doesn’t have the right.

“No.” You say, “I won’t.”

The confusion must have been evident, that you laugh at him; you’re holding back, he knows, from screaming and crying—

“I won’t, and it’s not because I love you. I don’t.”

Your smile is wry, your smile is sad.

“But because I know that you dug your own grave, that one day that that gang of yours would be the death of you.

Even if not that, I’m not going to go to the press, to the police, or to whatever authority out there that can deal with you fucks; because every week I will do a little thing.

When I do that, these files won’t be sent to every news outlet and to every station. I would do that every week, constantly saving your ass and you’ll know the reason why you’re still walking the streets is because of me.”

And you’re no longer smiling, but absolutely furious. There’s no excuse he could say, no explanation— And all he could do is watch as you break down in front of him and his choices.

“But you’ll be stuck with the knowledge that I could decide any day that it’s not enough, that one day I couldn’t stand the thought of you out there and I just let it happen. Maybe I could forget, maybe there was an accident and I just couldn’t.

How long do you think it will be? A week from now? A month? Several years?

You’re going to live with the knowledge that whatever you build from now could be torn down at any moment. Because this is about you and what you did that cannot be fixed.”

And the long monologue ends, leaving nothing but silence; He doesn’t know who he harmed that made you like this, but knows that it’s on him. If it were any other day, had he been younger or had he not known you, then he would have done anything in his power to burn away all that proof you had thrown in his face and snarled.

But he’s old enough that the awe of joining a gang had worn off into bitterness, and he’s far too fond of your smiles and your company, far too much in love, to take anything more from he than he already has.

And he’s already taken something from you that he cannot remember.

“Sorry.” Kenny says, as if it would change anything. It won’t. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I wish I didn’t.”

That startles a laugh out of you, who has fallen to your knees, who’s crying as quietly as you can because this is not a revenge plan but a shitty attempt at closure; it’s wet and broken laugh.

“You could have been great, you know.” And those words of yours will haunt him more than your monologue of lies; because he knows when you lie, knows that there’s no copies and no carefully crafted long con for his demise.

Yes, the proof your threw in his face took a long time. Yes, he knows that you knew what he did ever since; but he knows that you long since gave up on using it. Because if you really planned on doing that, he wouldn’t know it until it was already over.

“You’re such a lovely person, truly—”

If he had left behind all those things that made him worse, if he had left Manwol, if he had left Changyeon Lee to rot, if he hadn’t hurt someone that you loved; Kenny wonders if you would have stayed with him.

“—But your hands are too bloody.”

You leave him there.

He takes care of the bill.

…

The first time he saw you, it’s at some shitty ass 24/7 convenience store; you’re definitely his type, and he made his move the moment one of his jackass subordinates made some type of snide comment.

It was a good idea at the time, perfect excuse to ditch his subordinates and the leather jacket you wore that day provided an even better on.

You frowned when you paid for the candy you brought to the store counter, thankful while also unimpressed at the same time with how your eyebrows were raised.

It was fucking hilarious.

He had asked you on a date then, doesn’t remember if his clothes were clean or dirty but knew that he smelt of smoke and alcohol, you had asked in return: “What if you hurt me?”

“A pretty face like yours? Never. Plus, I think you could crush me anytime you want and no one would be able to find the body.”

There was a lot of talking after that, plenty of jokes; they were morbid jokes, and before the night had ended, it had led you to ask him this:

“You know, what if I really did hurt you?”

He grinned.

“I would have deserved it.”

#weaktober #weak hero webcomic #weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero x reader #writergod weak hero #writergod works #kenny ji #kenny ji x reader

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fiadorable · 2 years

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78 Great Things in Ghosts of Illyria (Part 2)

Part One

40. And there's the first concrete clue about Number One's background and the fact that it is very secret - she does the wipe all cookies maneuver when she leaves the room

Enterprise hallways are NEVER empty which makes Number One's walk down to the transporter room extra creepy

i want to feel the radiance on my skin 😎

Hemmer, my man, what in the actual fuck. The planet's CORE?! Oh my god. Between him La'an 😂

Convenient plot phaser on the transporter console is convenient

Number One's badass walk down the hallway with Hemmer slung over her shoulder like a sack of Andorian potatoes

"I am arming us with knowledge."

Plasma Illyrian Circle of Friendship is the quickest way to ride out an ion storm in an insufficiently shielded library

Number One revealing her secret to M'Benga and Chapel is such a great scene. I love how M'Benga is initially suspicious and frustrated and sympathetic all at once and Chapel just takes it in stride and is like how do we make this work and Number One is crestfallen that she can't help her crewmates

Also Chapel being like how dare you suggest I quote Starfleet regulations at you, sir, in the middle of a medical crisis

La'An rising up from the biobed behind Chapel is so eerie - I feel like she would be the type to wake up during surgery

"You're a Starfleet doctor. There's always something."

"Starfleet is right about a lot of things, but not all of them. Not about us." 😭

The look of shame on her face when M'Benga is talking about prejudices and how she can't help but he would beg her if she could 😭😭😭

The ship recommending the warp containment field be reactivated. Like if anyone has time. Probably a good idea. If you want to, you know.

Number One being like ffs when the computer alerts about the containment field

Holy shit the first officer and chief of security are having a knockdown drag out in Engineering and they are both FEROCIOUS damn no thank you I will not be sparring with either of them

Gosh just A+ acting when La'An confronts Number One about being Illyrian

Number One's genetic modification CURES RADIATION AND CAN PASS ON TO ANOTHER PERSON 👀👀👀 (who else do I know who will be subjected to a large dose of radiation in the future?)

Creepy Illyrian library is creepy when another archive tube pops out at just the right moment

"La'An tried to jump into the warp core while the containment field was down," she said, like it was no big deal. 😂

Chapel being EXCELLENT at her job 😁

Ugh, that moment when Number One enters the ten forward room but before she reaches La'An's table she pauses and you can see she's visibly nervous and a little scared, but then by the time she sits down with La'An she's got the professional work shield and the professional friend shield back up

The lighting in this scene is also fantastic with the storm outside the window and the light from the center of the table illuminating their faces as they have one of the hardest conversations they've ever had as friends

Man, I really get the sense that Number One misses home as she's talking about how her people are different from Earth's augments.

"All I ever wanted, since I first saw the stars, was to join Starfleet"

Strawberries are their comfort food ♥

The mildly concerned but mostly curious look on Pike's face as Number One is confessing in the ready room. They're both so formal here at the beginning, with his hands on the desk and her standing at attention.

The way Pike's body language changes after she admits she is an Illyrian. He leans back, like he's disengaging from her, putting distance between them, (augment, monster), but it's actually because he's no longer worried about what she might say, he can stand down

The utter sincerity in her voice as she asks for her desire to join Starfleet be considered when going before the disciplinary panel

"I don't care where you come from. You're the best first officer in the fleet."

And here Pike leans forward again, but not back into the formal hands clasped on the table. He's got like his elbows on his knees and is looking up at her as she's looking down on him as he's like you're amazing, don't worry about anything and she's like I broke seven Federation laws just by waking up this morning, you walnut and it's great, that's the relationship

okay but her little pleased but don't show him how pleased she is at his defense of her smile

Bahahaha when Pike says before you go and she whips around with this look on her face like I knew it or maybe something else but it's just like, let's not forget to get that bug patched in the transporters and then she just slips back into command mode and is like yes, sir, that is absolutely a Thing I Can Handle

And now it's M'Benga's turn to confess to a stone cold Number One, and ugh, man, is that a whopper of a confession. And the parallel between their situations is really nice, too. They both admit to breaking regulations and both are told by their superior officers to screw regulations. Great acting.

M'Benga and Rukiya are so cute together. He's trying to so hard to walk the line between being a good dad and a good doctor.

Number One's happy little smile when she talks about Pike defending her and then the crushing fear that if she wasn't "one of the good ones" he wouldn't have been so quick to defend her, if he and Spock had returned to the ship to find everyone except her dead or incapacitated, would he still like her for being her? And she's right. She was right back in the ready room, too, when she said she was just doing her job because that's 100% true. But Pike is also right to an extent because according to the Federation in general it's implied they don't think an Illyrian would have just done their job in that crisis.

"Computer, delete log entry." Say it with me, kids, personal logs (cough blogs, social media cough) are not truly private.

Storytime

#st:snw #star trek strange new worlds #ghosts of illyria #snw great things #cannot emphasize the writing enough

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Your Protection - Part Seven

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Summary: You work as a cashier in a small convenience store, and your days are completely, painfully normal. After a particularly bad run-in with a rude customer, your life gets flipped upside down, and the only one who you can count on ends up being a complete stranger – Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning, loss/grief, rude/abusive customer interaction, swearing – these warnings are for this series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: It's hard to believe, but we're at the end! I had only planned for 7 parts of this, but I'm already starting the planning for the sequel. I can't say when it will be done due to irl responsibilities I've had lately, but I hope to have it finished as soon as possible! Thank you all so much for reading!! 🥰

(also very sorry for the last part not being uploaded on Sunday, the previously mentioned irl responsibilities have been kicking my ass a bit lol)

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted to my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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The motel room was silent as the two brothers packed their belongings into their bags. Another hunt was done, another monster was killed, but there was no celebration. Instead, Sam kept a wary eye on his older brother, who was white-knuckling everything he picked up, throwing it harshly into his bag.

“You know, we could stay–”

Dean interrupted his brother, turning to give him a severe glare. “Don’t. Don’t do the whole Sam thing where you try and make me talk it out.”

“Dean, she almost died for this hunt! The least we can do is stay until we know she’s better.” Sam’s packing was wholly forgotten, his attention entirely focused on his brother, who seemed to be near ready to crack. “She’s called you four times.”

“I know,” Dean answered, his voice cracking. He turned back to throw more clothes into the duffel sitting at the end of his bed, trying to ignore Sam’s frustratingly imploring gaze. Sometimes his brother’s sincerity made him that much more punchable. Right now, it was the last thing he needed. The guilt was already eating away at him, and he didn’t need it anymore. “The best thing for her is for us to get as far away as possible.”

Sam sat down on the edge of his own bed, scoffing at Dean’s pitiful excuse. “And you think that she can have a normal life if we do that? She practically threw herself into hunting, so you’d be an idiot to think she’d stop even if we go.” He stared at his brother’s back for a moment, expecting an answer, but one never came. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Bull.”

“Sam, she was almost killed because we didn’t get it right. We leave, and maybe she goes back to working the register at that place. She meets some new friends…a guy.” Dean’s entire body was tense, and he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. “She doesn’t know how to look for cases, so there’s no reason she would keep hunting.”

Sam’s brows furrowed, but he could see he would get nowhere with this argument. The only thing he could do was finish packing and hope that this wouldn’t make Dean fall into a self-pity spiral for the next month. Dean moved towards the door, not sparing Sam another word or glance. However, he stopped in his tracks when he opened the door.

You stood in the doorway, your fist raised mid-knock, and when you saw him, it instead formed an accusatory finger that you harshly pointed into his chest. “What the hell, Dean?!”

“What…?” He was speechless. You were the last person he expected to be busting down his door, especially in your condition. It was apparent that you were barely back to full strength. Your skin was still deathly pale, your eyes glassy, but there you stood, filled with fury. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll load the car,” Sam quickly said, rushing past the two of you and out the door.

You forced yourself further into the motel room, making Dean step back further if he didn’t want you to run right into him. “I wake up in the hospital, and you’re nowhere to be found. I call, no answer. Hell, the nurse didn’t even know who had dropped me off. So I come here to find out what the hell is wrong with you, and you’re leaving ?” Your chest heaved with the effort of yelling at him, but you continued nonetheless, completely unable to restrain yourself. “I lied to a detective just to cover your asses so that you weren’t suspects, and yet you’re already one foot out the door.”

“I’m sor–”

“Does it look like I’m even close to done?!” As you continued verbally ripping into him, you’d unwittingly backed him further and further into the room until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed. However, you were on the warpath, and he had to resign himself to sitting on the foot of his bed, waiting until you were done with your tirade. “You arrogant, selfish ass ! I know why you’re trying to avoid me, and it’s a stupid reason.”

Dean’s chest puffed with some indignation, and he crossed his arms. “Oh, your life is a stupid reason? Because everything that I told you would happen did happen! You almost died!”

“Tell yourself what you want, Dean. I’m not stupid, and the drowning sure as hell didn’t cause brain damage. You’re leaving because you’re scared.”

“Scared?” Now it was Dean’s turn to stand up, but you didn’t back down. You were chest to chest, and his face was only a few inches from your own as he returned your aggressive tone. “Clearly, you don’t know anything about me because it takes more than a damn nixie to scare me.”

The angry response died in your throat as you took in how close the two of you were, and your eyes scanned his face. Surely whatever had been there before wasn’t completely gone, and you just needed to know. Waking up in the hospital room alone had felt like whiplash, and now your emotions were entirely out of whack.

Finally, you managed to find your voice again, and what came out was more dejected than angry. “I woke up alone, and all I could think about was what happened to you. You say that you’re worried about me, but you never once thought about how I would feel.” You swiped away the rogue tear that escaped and looked into his eyes; a frown settled onto your lips. “How worried about you I would be. How scared I would be with you gone. I mean, what was the point of the coffee shop, of comforting me after my nightmare, if you were just going to leave? I had my own grief to work through, my own issues. I didn’t need the extra confusion on top of it.”

“That wasn’t…” Dean trailed off, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. Clearly, you’d stumped him. He sighed, “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well, you did.”

“You won’t have to worry about me much longer.”

He went to walk past you, but you quickly grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, tugging him to you. You don’t know what had gotten into you, but before you could think better of it, you kissed him. It was rough and awkward with your noses bumping, your chin knocking with his. It only lasted a moment before you broke away, but Dean wasted no time closing the distance again, bringing you back to him with a hand at the nape of your neck. The second kiss was much less rushed, but the desperation was palpable. The hand that gripped your waist was almost bruising with how much he clung to you.

When you stopped to gasp for air, you managed to wheeze out, “I want to worry about you, and I want to give whatever this is a try. I didn’t come here just to chew you out. I also came to make you stay.”

“I can’t stay.” Dean’s forehead fell against your own, and his eyes were gloomy. “Sam and I…this is our life. We hunt, and then we move on.”

“Then I want to come with you.” You saw him object before he could even get the words out, and you silenced him with another short peck, whispering against his lips, “Unless you can honestly tell me there’s nothing here between us, then I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean stalled, clearly irritated by the ultimatum you’d just given him. “You know there is.”

“Then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“What about your apartment? Your job? You have a life here, and you’re just going to up and leave?”

“Yep,” you answered simply, a small smile on your face. “My life here is contingent on an apartment where I live alone and a job I hate. It’s not a hard ask.”

He paused, seemingly considering it. You could see the cogs of his mind turning, trying to think about it, and you knew if he thought about it too much, he’d psyche himself out – again. So you let go of your grip on his jacket, moving your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, finally allowing them to settle at the nape of his neck to play with his hair.

When you placed an open-mouthed kiss on the junction where his jaw met his neck, he groaned, “That’s not fair. This is bribery.”

“All you do is complain and complain,” you teased, placing a quick nip in the same place. “I’m getting impatient for your answer, so hurry it up.”

“Okay,” he answered, putting his hands on your hips to gently push you away and end your playful assault. “You can come with us.”

Your face lit up. Although you had been hoping, deep down, you hadn’t expected him to relent. You thought his stubbornness would win out in the end, and you’d only have these last few days to remember. You threw yourself back at him, wrapping him into an embrace as tears fell down your cheeks.

He held you tightly as you continued to cry into the crook of his shoulder. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears,” you confirmed. “And Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever do this shit again, I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’d love to see you try,” he chuckled.

You helped him with the last few things he needed to pack and then headed out to the car. Sam was still standing by the trunk when you exited the room, and he grinned when he saw you by Dean’s side. The Impala’s trunk was still open, waiting for Dean’s duffel to be placed inside where it belonged. You wondered if you would get your own duffel after a while.

When Dean closed the trunk, Sam turned to you with an apprehensive look. “So, you think you’ll be alright here without us?”

“Oh, I don’t know how I’ll manage. I’ll struggle every day!” You melodramatically clutched at your chest, faking despair. “Without my heroes, I will be forced to be verbally assaulted in the chip aisle! Nay, I will crumble under pressure and become a shut-in!”

“Alright, drama queen.” Dean rolled his eyes as he steered you away from Sam and the trunk and opened the back door of the Impala for you. “Get in before I change my mind.”

You kissed him on the cheek and got in the car, smirking. “You know you love it.”

Dean got into the car, ignoring Sam’s bewildered expression, and motioned over to the passenger seat. “You just gonna stand there or what?”

Sam snapped out of it and scrambled into the passenger seat, still completely shocked. You caught his eyes flicking back towards your face in the rearview mirror before looking back at Dean. You both ignored it as Dean started the Impala, the engine turning over loudly.

As you left the city limits, you couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on your face while you watched the speeding scenery outside the window. By no means were you through any of the grief or the trauma of the last few days, but on the open road with the Winchesters, you started to feel like things were falling into place for you. Thinking about the days ahead no longer filled you with insurmountable dread. At that moment, you felt okay, and that was all that you needed.

You were going to be okay.

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yearningandpatheticaboutit · 2 years

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SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

CHAPTER 8: SHOULD HAVE JUST BEEN HONEST

warnings: violence, gun violence, blood, death, gore

wordcount: 6263

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A/N: i started putting the next chapter at the end for convenience also this chapter is so messy the reason for the random perfect grammar and random parts with no grammar is because i got tired lol. thats all im sorry enjoy the chapter

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San

"I really can't believe you brought a damn gun," I groan in the back as Woo drives unnecessarily fast. "And can you slow down? You want to get pulled over with an illegal shotgun in the back?"

He out a reckless laugh. "Unwind, Sannie. You know those fuckers are gonna have all sorts of excuses. Plus, Miss A needs to know we're doing our best. You know we can't have her losing faith in us."

I sigh and fall back into my seat. "Yeah you're right."

It's a fourty minute drive to Cita county, wherever this place is. My stomach is a little scrambled because of the mess we're about to make. One would think just because I did this often, that I'd get used to the feeling of sickening adrenaline. But I just couldn't.

The thought that something will go wrong drives me up the walls at every single moment. A man I've gotten used to seeing since I started high school is about to get cut up and devoured by the very gang that made him.

Its kept me up, I know its Yunho's own fault, but then I think of how badly I want to escape this. I think of how easily it could be me. That thought is exactly why I have to keep Yaera away.

It's exactly why I can't trust her to even be around this situation today. If anyone finds out about her, it will be a mess I won't be able to clean up.

I need to reply to her message. I have a gut feeling its passive aggressive and I don't know what to do about that.

I texted her all weekend when I should have focused on my test. But I ignored it, her sobbing on Saturday replaying in my head. And now I find out her parents have basically exploited her dead sister and is doing the same to her.

It makes me sick to my stomach. Fucked up parents who leave their kids vulnerable and broken before they even face the real world. No matter how unfair, you have to live what they did to you, when they were meant to protect you.

I guess we have that in common.

I decide to muster up a reply. Something must be wrong with me.

Me: What are your plans for tonight?

She's online. Her reply is almost instantaneous.

Y: I'm going to make a lot of money ;)

I narrow my eyes at her message. I wasn't aware she'd gotten a job. What am I thinking? Where would Yaera actually get a job? She probably plans to steal something.

Me: Don't get into any trouble.

I don't know what I'm doing by sending that message. I sound like her father and I know she probably won't listen anyway.

Y: You know I can't promise that. Anyway, shouldn't you be paying attention to your cousin?

"What are you smiling at on your phone there?" Woo asks me suddenly, making me lift my head. His eyes are teasing in the rearview mirror. "Your little girlfriend?"

I roll my eyes. "Why don't you focus on the road, asshole?"

"It is her!" Woo obnoxiously cooes. I swear I need to get him a girlfriend so he can stop worrying about what I do. "What did she do? Did she send you a cute message?"

Yeah, she's planning to commit theft. The usual.

"She just told me to enjoy my night," I say just to get him off my back.

"How romantic. So when are you letting me meet her formally?"

I scoff. "Never."

Woo's offended and a dramatic gasp pulls out of him as he nearly turns his whole body in the driver's seat. "How can you say that? You really hurt my feelings just now."

I kick his seat in the back, making him yelp. "Pay attention to the road!" I yell. "And no, I'm not letting anyone meet her. You're the one who told me to keep her away from this."

"Yeah, but I didn't mean from me!" Woo complains. "I'll pretend to be your cousin. She probably won't be able to tell anyway."

"No, Wooyoung."

"I just wanna see her personality!" Woo whines more. "I wanna see if she's right for you, you know?"

To think if this scenario was true, Woo would still be this nosy. I almost laugh at his desperate tone, shaking my head.

"So you know what's good for me now? Especially women-wise?"

"Of course. I need to make sure she knows your needs and how much of a crybaby you really are so she can let you sleep on her boobs."

My face heats up dramatically and I kick Woo's seat out of embarrassment. His annoying hyena laugh blasts through the air and I lean back into my seat. I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.

The rest of the ride is same old. Wooyoung blasts 1980s Cantonese pop, to "fit the mood" because he thinks we're in some Hong Kong crime show.

But as soon as the sun starts setting and the lights on the road begin to blur, its like a switch has been flipped.

Woo makes rough turns and parks in a shady neighborhood. We're feet away from a club with a neon lit sign flashing the words, "Nevada Dynamite". We sit in the car a few minutes, simply breathing. A car passes by and stops down the street as Woo slowly turns George Lam down.

"Are you ready for this?" Woo mutters. I nod without a word.

I pick up his shotgun and hand it to him while grabbing my crowbar. I pull my mask over my face and tighten my beanie as we get out and Woo locks the van.

Yunho's establishments don't really have an age restriction, maybe it's because he has a thing for minors. But either way, it isnt easy for us to make it past the door, especially when the bouncer immediately glares at us when we near.

"and who the fuck are you people?" he snaps. Woo walks ahead of me and flashes an overly cheerful smile, knowing he's about to ruin this guy's whole night.

"we got a message from Miss A. you sure you wanna send us away?" wooyoung says with a smirk. The bouncer's eyes widen in fear.

he doesn't get a chance to speak. wooyoung lifts the head of his shotgun and knocks it across the bouncer's face, throwing him to the side. he isnt knocked out yet, so woo slams the gun over his cranium for good measure.

i shake my head. this kid has way too much fun doing this. we barge inside the club, the neon lights and shitty techno music overwhelming. its pretty full, and i nudge wooyoung in the ribs when we get to the open floor.

he has the gun hidden underneath his jacket, but if it goes off at all we're fucked. "we need to talk to the VIP bouncer," i tell him and we look around suspiciously. "dont shoot while we're inside. if the cops show, we're fucked."

"i know, im not a moron." woo rolls his eyes at me but i have to make sure. he's trigger happy when left unchecked.

i look around worriedly. despite the intoxicating atmosphere i know this place is probably crawling with black dragons. if yunho is scared for his life the way he should be, he'd have this place fully invested.

a woman comes up to us in a tight red dress, a flower in her afro as she smiles. "evening boys, haven't seen you around here before. are you new in town?"

"not interested," i say, but woo nudges me in the ribs. the woman laughs, slightly offended.

"oh no, im just the hostess. my name is leana. can i get you boys anything? karaoke?" she offers with an unreal sparkle in her eyes.

"how can we get to the vip area?" woo asks.

leana's smile shrinks slightly. "oh no. thats restricted for the owner. but i can show you our other premium suites if you'd like a more private party."

yunho is definetely under this roof. fucking coward. i pull a small knife from my pocket and yank leana close to me so that her stomach rests against the tip of it.

she yelps, freezing on the spot. i sway her a little so it looks like we're dancing. i force a smile as she looks up at me in fear.

"why dont you lead us to the VIP room?" i say. "be a good host, yeah?"

"o-okay." her voice shivers as she turns around to walk. woo and i manage to stay close to her, with woo's hand on her shoulder as she guides us to away from the flashing neon lights and into darker fluorescents.

"please," she begs as we walk down a dim hallway. "i have nothing to do with any of this. i-i'm really just a nobody."

"arent we all, lady," woo mutters, not caring for the lady's obvious fear. we stop infront of a door and i push her aside, and she immediately runs down the hall as to not be seen.

wooyoung and i share one look before we both slam our feet into the door, throwing it open with a violent swing.

and of fucking course, yunho is there at a table with a shit ton of other gangsters. his eyes widen when he sees us and he jumps up from his seat.

"what the fuck is this?" he growls and looks at another guy. "mingi, your boys couldn't fucking keep anyone out?"

"no more running, asshole," wooyoung spits. "we're taking you home."

yunho shakes his head with a dirty laugh as men start to swarm us. i pull my crowbar from under my hoodie and glare. "not a fucking chance, kid. the next time you hear from me, i'll be on top of the drug empire in hong kong with zero fucks to give."

yunho gets up again but there's no way im letting him leave. i swing my crowbar against the head of a black dragon and shove its point into the stomach of another. soon the room is in all out carnage when they start pulling knives, and everything goes to utter shit.

i feel cuts slashing across my ribs as im forced against walls and surfaces, fighting for my life. wooyoung is using his shotgun like a sword, knocking everyone the fuck out. yunho runs out of the room when theres an opening, while a man just sits put at the table and watches everything unfold.

i punch one of the gangsters and grab his knife, stabbing it into his thigh. he howls like a little bitch, and i strike him across the face with my bar, knocking him straight into the table. the man stays at the table, smoking a cigar in a trenchcoat as if hes bored with everything.

theres money all over the table. bills upon bills. they mustve been gambling, or making a deal. i wave my crowbar toward the guy sitting as wooyoung beats the shit out of three guys in a corner.

"your boss is bold, sending you into black dragon territory," he drawls, blowing out a puff. "you must want an all out war, huh?"

"we want yunho," i heave, my shoulders rising and falling harshly.

"then you better go get him," mingi smirks. "you dont want him to reach hong kong, do you?"

"go!" wooyoung shouts at me, nodding to the door. "i'll take care of that bastard. you go get yunho!"

he wouldnt run now. i know this because hes most protected here. as soon as i make it out onto the open dance floor, seven guys show up to jump me. goddamn it.

one runs at me at full speed, raising his fist like its a rocket launcher. i move out of the way and grab his neck, slamming his head into the bar counter. people start screaming and running. everything is chaos.

i jump onto the bar and throw out my heel, catching two guys in the face. my breath is fast, it feels like im moving at lightning speed. i slide down and grab a bottle, smashing it over another guys head as he rams me into the bar. he grabs my head and tries to choke me, but i shove the broken end of the bottle into his cheek.

he screams and its a bloody mess. a punch reaches me from the side. it feels like im fighting with eight limbs, all the taekwondo and krav maga i was forced through during eighth grade completely saving my ass.

when theyre down, i scan the whole place. people stormed out of the club in fear. its empty. i run for the bathrooms to check it out. he couldnt have run, he has nowhere to go.

a couple starts rushingly gets dressed and runs out when i enter the mens bathroom, complete silence following after. thats when i hear heavy breathing. its like hes trying to calm himself but its not working. fucking idiot.

i kick open the middle stall door and it hits yunho in the face. he whines out and tries to throw a punch, but i roll my arm around his neck and hold him in a downward lock.

"let go of me dickhead!" he screams, his voice tightening as i fasten my grip. "ple- fucking come on, san. dont do this. dont do this to me please."

im trying to choke him out. but the fucker is holding on for dear life.

"pleasse!" he wheezes, sounding like hes on the verge of crying. "please, shes gonna kill me. are you really gonna let her kill me? after everything shes fucking done to you? think of your dad– think of–"

BOOM!!!

i loosen my grip as a shot goes off. yunho tries to wriggle out of my grip, i quickly apply more pressure. what the fuck was that. wooyoung better not have killed someone.

oh god. if wooyoung killed a member of the black dragons we are screwed. we're dead.

yunho passes out between my arms. i drop him and quickly run out when i see someone in a hoodie, standing in the middle of the club. hes staring right at me, in an awkward stance like he doesnt know whats going on.

"get lost," i spit at him. he doesnt move. another gangster?

"didnt you fucking hear me?" i hiss.

"ohshit oh shit oh shit!!" woo comes running out, holding his shotgun and mounds of cash on his other arm. "we need to get the fuck out of here."

i cant even register what i want to say when i hear footsteps and the door push open. that guy speeds out like his life depends on it. fuck no.

"yunho's in the bathroom!" i yell to woo right before i break into a run after the gangster.

he has to be another black dragon ready to call for back up. when i get outside the club, hes already halfway down the road. i sprint after him like the devil himself is on my tail.

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"you need to give me an extra hundred, doll. you didn't say it was this far out," the Taxi driver tells me when we stop outside the shady club. "You didn't even tell me it was a whole different county. Gas prices are high, you know."

i scowl and hand him another hundred. "Hey, do you think you can stay here for a few minutes. I'm just trying to find someone."

The taxi driver's eyes shine in amusement in the rearview. "Trying to catch a boyfriend cheating?"

i snort and look up at the light up neon sign. "Something like that."

it was a whole hour drive. A whole different neighborhood, district, nearly a whole city. The black van San got into is currently parked infront of a shady looking club.

I know San lied but wow, he really covered everything up in a few mundane sentences. I won't be able to describe how betrayed I feel till I find out what he's hiding from me.

"Five minutes max," the taxi driver says. "After that you're on your own."

"Thank you, mister," I nod and get out, running to the entrance of the bar.

BOOM!!!

the sound is loud and comes straight from the club. i try to lie to myself and deem it a firework, having grown up in a sheltered neighbourhood, but when i look at the taxi driver, his fear is so imminent that i know it simply isnt true.

"hell no! im outta' here!" the bastard hits the gas and speeds off, leaving me stranded. i watch dumbly as he rounds the bend of the street, abandoning my view.

well, yaera, it looks like youre on your own.

i check for security when i turn to the club but the whole place looks abandoned out front. its only when i creep closer do i see a man sprawled out at the door, completely passed out. at least i think hes passed out. respectfully, i dont care if hes alive or not. it just makes me want to find san.

i go inside, and the silence is quickly shattered by the loud grunts of men and splinters of chaos. glass shattering, things breaking. when i finally get onto the dancefloor, all i see are bodies across the floor looking like human wrecks.

did...did san do this? i know he can fight but this? is he fucking bruce lee incarnate?

im bewildered to my bones. a door bursts open on the side and i see san right there. and i have no words. im frozen on the spot as we stare at each other in disbelief.

he looks fucked up. so fucked up. hes bleeding but i dont even think he realizes it. he looks ten times worse compared to the last time i saw him fight. and theres a look in his eye ive never seen before. he looks like he wants to kill me.

oh. oh fuck hes staring right at me.

"get lost," he orders in a low voice, his body taking a fighting stance. he has no idea its me.

"didnt you fucking hear me?" he says even more harshly.

limbs. nows the time to wake the fuck up and carry me out of here.

"ohshitohshit–" i hear another voice panic, a guy coming from another door in the club. he has his arms full of money and a gun in his hand.

a shotgun. thats all i need to see for my legs to finally jumpstart and get me the hell out of there.

***

San

i barely have time to think of how jung wooyoung, my childhood friend and faux cousin just left the both of us unbelievably fucked. all because im chasing black dragon backup. and fuck is he fast.

"Hey!" i yell, running after them. wooyoung follows behind me, and my nerves and face are unbelievably hot from how pissed I am at him.

"should i shoot him?" woo asks as we chase after the guy, and i wish i could swat him like a fly.

"do not fucking shoot anything anymore!"

the man curves into an alleyway, short and scrawny and so annoyingly fast. i feel like a cat chasing a mouse, im also trying to catch my breath because cardio is so damn terrible.

when we get to the alley, the man is hoisting himself over a fence. he sees us, staring at us with a mask and hoodie on so we don't catch his face. really convenient.

i keep pursuing, because the best I can do is knock this guy out till he can't remember a damn thing. or i can toss him into a bin so his members dont find him.

i try my best to climb over the fence with woo, but the person is already halfway over another one. woo is faster than me, jumping over and dashing toward the black dragon. he climbs and jumps, grabbing the asshole at the end of his hoodie and giving one hard tug.

he falls from the top of the fence and hits the cold concrete below. but instead of being unconscious with broken ankles, he scrambles to his feet like a rodent. he tries running past me, but I block him and yank him by the sleeves, throwing him into the brick wall.

once he hits it, I stomp my heel into his chest. he lets out a pathetic yelp, sinking down to the floor.

"you saw something you shouldn't have," I say, breathing hard. "now you should forget."

i can't kill him, so a terrible beating will have to do. woo and I already have to leave the area before anyone catches up with us.

"damn, Sannie, you gave him one hard ass kick," Woo chuckles. I glare at him and his smile quickly falls away.

"I haven't forgiven you yet. Shut up and take his hood off."

woo sighs and rips the guy's hood off, and I swear my breath hits a wall.

my ears feel like they're about to combust because of the rage pooling into them.

"what the fuck?" woo yells, pointing accusingly. "isn't that your girlfriend?"

yaera wheezes in pain, looking up to us shamefully. she's clutching her chest and tears are spilling down her eyes, and the sight of her red face somehow makes this already shit night a hundred times worst.

"woo, help me fucking carry her."

***

helping yaera in the van while she's out of breath and unable to speak is good, because it distracts me from the absolute bullshit I know she's going to spout once she can speak.

woo throws yunho in the back, tying ropeties around his wrists and ankles. yaera watches the scene as takes in puffs from her asthma pump and i cant believe it. im actually surrounded by idiots who never listen to me.

she fucking followed me. i don't even know how she found out, or how she found me, but she did. she actually did. and on top of that she has asthma. who the fuck smokes cigarettes while having asthma?

i strap her into the seat next to me, and she's borderline crying from how hard i kicked her. i feel bad, but im so fucking angry. i wouldn't have hurt her if she wasn't here in the first place.

woo gives me a weird look when he gets in the drivers. "what the hell man..." he whispers, staring at yaera like she's subhuman. "you've got a shit ton to explain."

"don't you fucking start," i snap at him, not in the mood. everything was ruined at once so i might as well go off now that i can. "what about you? what the Hell were you thinking shooting at a black dragon, woo!?!"

"look, that mingi guy attacked me. he was beating the shit out of me and i did what i had to. plus i didnt kill him!" woo defends, having the nerve to mutter under his breath, "even though i fucking should have."

"and this?" i gesture to the cash in the van. "was robbing him necessary?"

woo sighs exasperatedly as he grips the wheel and starts the car. "look, i just thought if i took a little extra you wont be so broke at the end when Miss A eventually takes her share of the money–"

i can't believe this kid. "you did this for me?" I scream. "you aggravated our rivals after shooting them so i can have some extra cash? goddamn it, woo!"

woo's eyes are desperate in the rearview. its like hes realizing the magnitude of what hes done. like hes trying to convince himself mentally that it was worth it.

"but this is worth more. I-It'll pay off your debt so you'll be able to buy something f-for yourself for once!"

i open my mouth to yell again but I'm interrupted. "Y-You're in debt?" Yaera dares to ask in a breathless voice.

i glare at her furiously. "Oh, you don't even get to ask questions. What the fuck are you doing here? Why did you follow me!"

She flinches at my loud voice but I don't care. Instead she has the nerve to glare back, sobby eyes and all. "You lied to me, you asshole. so this is the 'thing' with your cousin?"

"so you follow me? are you fucking crazy or something?"

"you just shot someone and you want to call me crazy?" she raises her voice. "what about you? If I'm fucking crazy then what are you?"

I grit my teeth in rage. "you had no right to follow me."

"oh but i have every right. You're my partner and you're doing shit behind my back."

"do you know how much harder you've made shit for me?" i snap. "if you had just fucking trusted me i wouldnt be in this mess right now!"

she scoffs. "how can I trust you when you lie to my face about everything! you asked me to be honest and i was, and then you lie to me right after? what the fuck do you take me for, san?"

i lean back into my seat and let out a frustrated groan, rubbing my temples. i can't take this. im not used to this, i hate having to explain everything I do and reporting to someone like a fucking understudy.

"this was a mistake," I realize. "this partnership. it was a fucking mistake."

yaera shakes her head at me, her chest rising and falling rhymically, somehow angry as well. "this wasn't a mistake. dont you dare blame your dishonesty on me," she grits through her teeth. "if you stopped lying and just told me what i need to goddamn know, i would have understood i need to hang back."

"okay fine!" i heatedly admit. "i wasn't going to bring you here. you know why?"

her dark eyes light up daringly, as if she's hoping I'll say something mean or insulting.

"because I don't trust you." I sneer.

i want to tell her i dont want her to be exposed to these awful people and this hellish environment. i dont want her to die or get hurt. but i dont say that. it rests on my tongue, dying to come out but i know how she'll react.

the fact that she refuses to be kept safe makes me even angrier.

"really? I would never have guessed."

"i seriously don't fucking trust you. you're reckless and it's like you don't care about your life at all. there were gang members in there. Actual gangmembers and after what happened last time, i wasn't going to have you mess anytvhing up for me."

she shakes her head in disbelief and curses in Italian. it's a long one and I know she's insulting me.

"wow! you're fucking doing this again after you said you wouldn't! you really can't keep your word, can you?"

her voice is dry and unimpressed and its clear we're both in the same page where we just dont trust each other at all.

"saying is one thing, but can i really leave your life in your own hands?" I laugh mockingly at her. "you can't even take care of yourself. the fact that you followed me here, an hour away from where we live just to fucking see what I'm doing says enough."

"Really?" She clenches her jaw. "Do you have any idea what this looks like to me?"

"i don't. enlighten me."

she leans forward, the long strands from her hair falling loose on the sides of her face. " it just looks like you played me."

"what?" i scoff because where is she going with this?

"to me, the person you're never honest with. it looks like i gave you all my savings, in exchange for a partnership that's one sided. i gave you that money to work with you and instead of fucking holding your end up, you do your own thing, you lie to me, make your own plans, go off on your own and never tell the truth. is that a good fucking partner? Doesn't that sound like a goddamn scam to you? Because it fucking feels that way to me!"

her words render me silent, and i realize i havent even thought about it like that before. im glad we're driving at night, because my cheeks are flaming hot from embarrassment.

"do you think that's fair?" she asks me again, defeatedly. "i did my part. i did all you asked of me. but you don't do the same."

"what the fuck is going on, San?"

woo's concerned voice from the front reminds me that he's in fact in our presence. I groan and clutch my head, oh god wooyoung has been here the entire time.

im going to have to be honest now. all the things im afraid of are happening to me. i wanted to keep yaera away from the gang while getting her what she wanted, and already one person is aware of her existence.

this just keeps getting worse.

"we're not dating," i say weakly. "we're partners. she's helping me with the gang stuff."

"what the fuck, dude!" woo exclaims. "since when?"

"recently," i mutter.

he sounds like he's about to break the steering wheel. wooyoung starts stuttering aggressively before finding his voice again.

"And Miss A??? Does she know about this?"

"Of course not, woo. and I'm not going to tell her."

"B-But if she finds out. She'll..."

i eye him sharply in the mirror. "that's why no one's going to tell her. she's my girlfriend, that's all there is to it."

woo sighs heavily. "what the fuck man... and here I thought you were finally getting laid. why are you letting her do this shit? what possessed you?"

if i tell wooyoung now, while yaera is in the car, he'll say some shit and scare her into oblivion. i think we have enough problems at hand.

"whats going to happen to san if people find out about me?" yaera asks woo. an uncomfortable silence follows before wooyoung answers.

"you see that guy in the back? that will be san. and you? well, it depends on who gets to you first, our gang, or the black dragons."

yaera frowns. she looks mildly uncomfortable, but not as afraid as she should be. shes not running for the hills when she absolutely should.

"that...wont happen," i try to convince myself. "just–just dont do this ever again, please."

"we need to talk san," yaera and woo say at the same time, both in demanding fashions. my mind hurts just thinking of having to deal with both.

"this whole thing is causing me to detour. we're gonna have to take her home first before we can take care of yunho," woo says.

"im staying at san's," yaera says, eyeing me sharply. "im not going home until we've talked."

***

the rest of the ride home is agonisingly silent. yaera has fallen asleep, her head against the tinted windows as soft breaths fall from her lips. she looks so serene sleeping. and yet my brain has been terrorising me by envisioning her as dead.

right next to me.

i try to keep my mind off it and watch yunho instead. he randomly wakes up on the way home and i punch him again, where he sinks right back into unconsciousness.

its a dreadful feeling carrying yaera up to my apartment with wooyoung being so quiet. the most talkative guy i know is dead silent.

maybe hes preparing for whats going to happen tonight. we've heard tons of stories of people joining the 105ths, finding out they were policemen and then having them fall off the face of the earth. traitors are far and few because of Miss A. people are too fucking scared to betray her.

i put yaera down into my bed and just as i close her with my blanket, her eyes flutter awake. shes disorientated and sits up on her elbow.

"go to sleep," i urge her. she shakes her head at me and i sigh.

"not until we talk."

"we've been gone long enough, lets go," woo says and pulls my arm, staring at yaera and i in a tense way that has his jaw clenched. hes angry at me, and fuck he should be.

it didnt take long for everything to go to shit.

"she texted me the address," wooyoung tells me in the van as we drive. "a warehouse at the docks. thats where theyre doing it."

i stay silent and mentally prepare. emotionally i know ive already been ripped apart by everythign ive seen.

"please be honest with me, man," woo says and frowns at me. "i just wanna know what youre doing with that girl."

"she needs to skip the country, so shes helping me make money and im giving her a share of it."

"and she knows youre in the 105ths?"

i nod and woo's grip on the wheel tightens. here we go.

"does she know about the debt? your dad? miss A?"

"no," i lifelessly answer. "i havent told her any of that. she just knows the easy stuff. im helping her till she can get away from her family, then we'll never see each other again."

"the san i know would never agree to shit like that," woo grumbles.

"i didnt. she has leverage."

"what?" woo shouts, piercing my eardrum. i wince. "shes fucking blackmailing you? that bitch! lets kill her. we can get rid of her, san. what does she have on you?"

this is exactly why i never mentioned anything infront of her.

"a video," i sigh. "she just caught me in the middle of a deal with that yeosang fucker. she filmed it. my face is clear in it and everything."

"lets fucking kill her."

"no." i say in a clipped tone. wooyoung is staring at me incredulously. "dont look at me like that. im telling you i dont wanna do anything. she wont snitch on me, i know that."

"shes literally blackmailing you."

"her family is fucked up," i shrugged. "i was angry about it but it passed.im going to help her and im not gonna make it the gangs problem. so can i trust you to keep this to yourself until everythings over?"

"whatever man," woo shakes his head disappointedly. "if youre sure about this, i cant say anything. but..."

"just trust me, woo. i know you cant trust her but trust me."

woo nods grudgingly, his discomfort worse than what it was before.

we pull up on the dark port and the warehouse is to our left. woo and i get out and carry yunho to the door, where higher ups take him from us.

he wakes up while they carry him and hes already screaming when hes put onto a chair in the middle of the place. the lights shine directly on him, casting out his ghostly, terrified face to the public.

"good work," one of miss A's deadly machines says. he steps out from the shadows like a ghost, his dark and unhinged eyes making me severely uncomfortable.

park seonghwa. aka the butcher. ive only heard of him from woo. hes the copkiller of the gang, the one who punishes all miss A's enemies. when he gets rid of people, he makes sure they stay gone.

and they wont ever be found. not in one piece at least.

from his twisted smile as he stares at the horrified yunho, its clear to see why hes dubbed 'the butcher' in the first place. he looks like he'd eat your heart out of your chest.

"you can go now," seonghwa tells us with a wave. "unless you wanna stay for the show."

he pulls out a long knife from the belt on his black pants, its blade shining sharply from the light sliding across it. yunho starts screaming louder.

"fuck no! you assholes cant do this to me! no! fuck you! ive worked for Miss A for years! you cant just–" his screams rapidly turned to sobs. "san, wooyoung, please. you cant let them do this. i made a mistake. i was being blackmailed–"

seonghwa gives no warning for what he does next. the blade disappears into the flesh of yunho's stomach, his mouth hanging open wide as inhumane chokes come from it.

i want to throw up.

woo and i watch in horror as seonghwa pulls the knife out of yunho roughly, cutting him up all over again. "its always you cowards who beg for your life the loudest," seonghwa chuckles mockingly. "its funny really."

he starts stabbing yunho rapidly, with blood now dripping from his mouth. i turn around because i cant stand looking at the sight anymore. i want to cry but i feel empty.

i cant believe this is my life.

"youre gonna tell miss A we did a good job, right?" woo asks pathetically, failing to hide the fear in his voice. yunhos screams have gone radiosilent.

"of course!" seonghwa says with a laugh. "go chase that promotion, kids! have a good night!"

i get out of there as fast as i can. and when im out the door, i empty my stomach on the concrete.

next chapter

#ateez angst #ateez imagines #choi san angst #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #choi san #san angst #choi san fluff #gang au #ateez crime au

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clonehub · 1 year

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So I've made some changes/updates to the gala arc event:

Gala Arc part 1 is the funny one. That's where padme is nearly kidnapped, everyone is held hostage for like a total of twenty minutes, where Rex keeps getting his shit socially rocked, etc

But for Kiki, Hahkin, and Sunlaou, they're getting extorted. The man extorting them is Bezijff Tarsos, the owner of a decently-sized intergalactic shipping company who is being paid by Kiki to ship clones out of the GAR into parts of the galaxy the Republic either doesn't control or doesn't pay attention to. He wants a bigger cut. He's the typical CEO type so he doesn't really have morals and he's not concerned about anyone other than himself.

His colleague is also present at this gala event. His name is Sarnat Wove, and he's an ambassador. Both men are from a planet named Galerno--a popular trade hub in the mid rim. Wove has been taking payments from Tarsos to turn his head to any shady through-activity on his planet related to this network. He is also a piece of shit.

So besides the chaos of the first gala night, the night ends without incident. Kiki + co fend off the extortion attempt. The second night is where everything goes south.

The second event is much smaller, with fewer people. Hahkin and Sunlaou are not present. Kiki may very well be the only jedi--but she's there with Bliz. Now Tarsos is going to try and extort kiki much more forcefully/less tactfully. She roundly rejects him as well. He gives her a drink for the toast Palpatine makes, and she drinks it not realizing he'd drugged it. She leaves because she doesn't feel good, then she wakes up on a couch after he'd assaulted her.

She doesn't immediately know anything is wrong except that this man is trying again to extort her. So she attacks him and leaves. After she gets a suspicion she may have been harmed, she gets tested and then informs the council of what happened--the council informs the senator that invited Wove, and that senator makes a report to his home government. Wove originally sold a lie to the Galerno government that Kiki had actually attacked him, but once the report from both the Jedi and the Senate comes out, they revoke his diplomatic immunity and have him extradited to coruscant. Galerno doesn't want to ruin the good relations they have with the Senate and the GAR.

The charges, however, are not from the Temple or the Senate but from the GAR, since Kiki is a General and she was at the gala on orders from Palpatine, technically meaning she was in the middle of a mission when he assaulted her. Wove hopes to get support from Tarsos, but Tarsos abandons him quickly, saying the risk to his corporation is too great. Besides, Hahkin had made it clear that whatever evidence of the network that sits on his computer now has been conveniently edited to place the blame squarely on him and Wove.

During the trial, Wove attempts to expose the network, but without evidence his accusation falls flat. He's found guilty and hauled off to prison. Tarsos is now willing to do whatever Kiki wants.

Kiki's not pregnant as a result of the assault, but she decides to keep the child because she wants a life that's as far from being a Jedi as possible. She'd decided she would leave the Order and the GAR the day after the second gala event. She doesn't tell the council she's pregnant until four months in. They kind of suspect she plans to keep the child but they dont push. She tells the council she is leaving the Order about a month before she actually does. Otherwise, her time in the GAR is spent reorganizing the Temple/Jedi end of things because the network will now be missing three Jedi on the inside.

#ch posts #the more i rewrite this the shorter it gets lmao #jedi oc #mod oc #Kiki #ask to tag #SA tw #rape ment

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k1nky-fool · 2 years

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aight lets do 😅 😈 ✨ 🍦 ❌[if you dont want to say then don't] 🎨 📈 💞 😬 💔 🤩

fic ask game

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I have an entire scene in They Called Her Mania, where Vega jokingly slut shames both Slayer and Mania by how long it took each of them to change their mind from wanting to kill the other, to wanting to sleep with the other.

That scene has since gone under some heavy editing, but I am embarrassed that scene left my fingers in the first place.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

"You'd kill me?" Her voice was glitching as her mask modulator struggled against the previous damage.

"Only if you survive the fall."

Putting this at the end of a Least Sane Moments part 3 is probably my favorite cruelty in my writing.

But also in Devil of the Crossroads

The assignment should have had her back by sundown at the latest. It would have been more dangerous to hit the warehouses at night as Sevika had found weeks ago, his security was tightest after sundown.

"Silco." Pepper's voice warned. "Where is she?"

He didn't have an answer.

Is another cliffhanger I'm very satisfied with.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Uhh… I like to think that I write very compelling and likeable characters, even in antagonistic roles.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Without a doubt, Innocent Schemes and Guilty Consciences part 1 is the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I don't think that fic is going to stay very fluffy tho.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Emotional clinginess is by far the most annoying thing I keep seeing in a lot of fics. If it's something you like, then it's great that you found something for you, but I personally, absolutely hate seeing fics where the OC or the reader insert is just overly dependent.

Like, if you wanted to write a fic about Viktor, if your point is to write him in character, then he would not drop everything because his partner is pouting for attention. He would not thrive with a partner that constantly requires him to leave his passions at the door for them. Nobody should expect their partner to drop everything and give attention whenever it's convenient for them.

And I hate even more when the OC/reader insert acts like their partner owes them something in return for not dropping everything and giving them attention. I've been in enough relationships with emotionally clingy people to tell you that shit is draining, and I could never write that unless I was specifically trying to show a dysfunctional relationship.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I literally love it so much, please make all the fanart, I will reblog it, and perhaps I can offer blog shout outs in fics, and even feature fanart (with permission and proper credit) in chapter updates themselves.

At this point, you can also send me short stories with my own OCs (just credit me) and I will reblog them. If I like it enough, and it's possible, I might even enjoy putting the short on my canon timeliness (with your permission and proper credit also).

📈 How many fics do you have?

I have a lot of fics (especially in my star wars phase) that never saw the light of posting. And as of now, I also have several fics in other places, that I have yet to post because they're sequels to fics that are already on my Masterlist, and I need to finish those stories before I start posting sequels and short stories and other fics.

I have 9 currently on my Masterlist, 3 more MHA fics that may never get posted, 1 Venom x OC fic that I barely have a concept for but still have something written, 9 unfinished Star Wars concepts including several space lesbians and other pairings, 1 other Doom fic that I actually already have 18k written for and I just haven't finished editing the first few chapters, and 2 sequels to my current Arcane fic lineup that both start a bit before or during Act II of Arcane, including a fic of a grown up Sketch, and Devo joining Viktor in a spiral out of Piltover's control.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

In MHA, Fatgum

In Star Wars, Ahsoka Tano, Cal Kestis, and Hera Syndulla

In Doom, Vega

In Steven Universe, Peridot

In Arcane, Ekko, and Viktor

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

I suffer from a disease known as "No shame to the point that I openly talk about writing fanfiction in my real life."

However, that being said, there's a reason I have yet to post that second Doom fic. And it's because I'm not too sure how my friends (who know my tumblr) will react to knowing I wanna fuck a 10 ft tall, morally gray, robot. Like they probably already know, I'm just scare of the consequences of them knowing exactly in what detail.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Honestly, Least Sane Moments breaks my heart most of the time. I have the occasional moment in Fuck Around and Find Out where it just hurts, but Least Sane Moments is just a heartbreaking story the most put of all of my fics. At its core, it's a story of someone getting all the support the world can possibly afford them, and still struggling to accept and trust it because of how they've been treated.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Pepper very quickly became my favorite character to write when I realized just how much people liked to read her. Whip smart with a funny accent, and an attitude appears to have accidentally been the crabby patty formula for a very specific niche of OC content consumers, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I don't know how many of my followers know this, but I'm from Georgia. I've grown up around Southern accents, and I even struggle to keep mine down a lot of the time. Writing Pepper wasn't really a therapeutic experience, she's just a fun one. Like she doesn't have to be anything for me, she's just entertaining. And I think a lot of the reason her dialogue is so fun to write is because it comes naturally to me, and her narration is fun to write because it's usually what I'm thinking anyway, she just thinks of it quicker than I do.

#arcane oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #vander x oc #silco x oc #viktor x oc #doom oc #kugo sakamata x oc #shouta aizawa x oc #thrawn x oc #doom fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #eddie brock x venom x oc #venom fanfiction #fic ask game

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Please ignore other blog trying to drag you into their drama. They are running out of things to say to their followers to keep the traffic coming their way. When one narrative runs dry, they need to create another narrative to feed their followers. Give them no reaction, no attention, no mentions and they become very dry, very quickly, for content.

It must be sad talking non-stop about a blog that's barely active on here, only because they're asking for the least human decency from people.

Don't turn my words into a way to make people pick sides. It doesn't work like that. And I never call out people to get people to pick sides, but be aware of how fucked up are the things they're doing.

I mock the pr theories, but I also constantly ask for these people to look after their mental health, because clearly it'll only go to worse if they keep acting this way.

If people want to make what I say about "Oh she's team Alba". Then:

1- You suck at comprehension skills.

2- You're acting blind on purpose, because you feel called out and you just don't want to change your attitude.

3- You're missing the whole point of what I'm saying, because you're so fucking childish to make it about sides.

The way some people act like what's going on in the fandom isn't serious, are the big part of the problem. Because they keep minimizing how engaged they are about what's going on on a person's private life. Chris doesn't fucking know you, Alba doesn't fucking know you either. They aren't doing shit to keep 100 people talking, they aren't trying to get you started, and Chris definitely doesn't think of you as his saviors. Y'all need to get out of that fucking bubble before it's too late.

You believe it's PR? Alright. You believe it's real? Okay. The problem is when people go to the lengths of creating theories where there's nothing. These people are real humans, not characters of a TV show, so you can keep speculating and getting shit out of your ass, and then act as if those were real facts. And the big problem is how they waste a lot of their time trying to prove something about a life that doesn't belong to them.

Realize what you're doing, and step back before it's too late. Because when you're finally aware of what you did, nobody else will be at fault, but you. Not Chris, not Alba, not me. Only you. Because you were the one who ignored the red lights and twisted what others say for your convenience, because you didn't want to leave that bubble.

This isn't finding comfort on someone anymore.

#cevansluv #anon

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health-mastery · 2 years

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Chapter 5. The Concealed Threat.

In this chapter I will explain the concealed threat in its simplest form, which means without any mentally presented ideas. Some very nasty effects can be experienced by the targeted person. For the first example I will give you a cheat that was done to me to cause me to urgently need to vomit. My husband said this was a common party trick of inhumane people. In this case the introduction was made just about an hour or less earlier. I have discussed this introduction in the previous chapter. It took place in the carpark of the restaurant where a woman, whom I thought was a friend, had invited me for lunch.

The pier restaurant was full of people, but we found a table as some people were leaving.

This, my late husband had said could also have been arranged. That is to say it may have been part of the plan. The people leaving may have been her associates. They may have only been holding the table in a most convenient spot. They may then have moved to another part of the restaurant, maybe even at the bar, “to watch the proceedings” he had said “and get their own kicks out of what was happening”.

We had ordered some coffee and then some pastries for lunch. I was fine having had my coffee but almost as soon as I had eaten my first pastry, I felt an urgent need to vomit. I had no choice but to turn around and vomit in the barrel pot of one of the many palms in the restaurant that was near our table.

My friend appeared concerned and then suggested maybe the pastries were not agreeing with me and that maybe I should order something else. I ordered a grilled sandwich, which I have never had any problem with before. But, once again, no sooner had I swallowed the last mouthful of my sandwich when the same thing happened again. This time I got up to try and make it to the ladies toilets, but halfway to the toilets I again needed to vomit. And it was so urgent that I vomited in the barrel pot of another palm.

I didn’t feel unwell, but I thought something was wrong, so I said to my friend that I will catch a taxi and go home. I told her that she should stay and enjoy her time at the restaurant. She wouldn’t hear of it. She insisted on driving me home. So, I gave her some money for my share and she paid the bill at the counter. I waited a short distance away and saw nothing untoward. Together we then went down to her car. Little did I suspect at that time that there would be a third episode of vomiting on the way home.

She fussed a bit with something in her glovebox, but soon we were off. As we drove down the main road I noticed that she was preoccupied with something behind us because she was constantly looking into her rear vision mirror. However, I thought maybe some car was too close behind and she was worried about it. I didn’t give it much attention.

Then, as we approached some shops, she said:

“oh, I just remembered I need to go and buy a newspaper. There is something I need to look up.” I knew her parents had some property that was for sale so again I didn’t see anything amiss. She parked and went into the news agency and within about five or ten minutes she returned and we were on our way again.

She turned off the main road and down a long street where she would be doing a right-hand turn that would take her to my street. As she approached the street into which she would turn I had again another urgent need to vomit. This time all I could do was to open the car door slightly and the coffee and water I had drunk just before leaving the restaurant sprayed out of my mouth like water out of a fire hose and onto the street.

Again my friend looked very concerned. I didn’t feel unwell though, so I told her not to worry. She dropped me off at my house and left. I went inside my house and decided to have another coffee. I drank that cautiously, but I was okay. I made myself some toast as I was hungry. I had that and again I was okay. An hour later, two hours later, I was okay.

I had dinner and I was okay. It was sure mysterious why I had three vomiting attacks that day.

I hadn’t forgotten about this matter so when my late, psychopathic husband was talking to me about the underhanded foul game play I asked him about it. He told me that a concealed threat would have used on each of the three occasions and that the threat would have been made imminent.

Certainly, I knew from the biology I studied at university that if a person perceives of a strong external danger, their digestive system, among other things, will be immediately declined. This is part of the fight or flight response. This is basically what my husband was saying when he had said:

“if a person had only just eaten when a serious threat is made, the contents of his or her stomach will be immediately ejected.” Then he went on to say that this was a party trick that was used by evil people because it can cause major embarrassment for the person affected..

“How can a threat be made that serious as to cause someone to vomit?” I asked. “Never saw anyone that in any way looked threatening” I said.

“She only needed to give a ‘get ready to shoot’ signal as soon as you had taken the last bite” he replied, “for you to become extremely affected”.

“A signal?” I asked quizzically. “I never saw her give anyone any signal” I said emphatically.

“Oh you would have seen the signal” he said with a grin, “but” he emphasized “you would not realized it was a signal”.

As he spoke, he touched his nose and then ran his fingers through his hair. “Something ordinary” he announced. I recalled then that she had moved her long hair aside from her face. This though was not uncommon for her to do. However maybe on that occasion she used it specifically as a signal. Then grinning my husband added “if the person becomes suspicious and talks about it being a signal, of course they will be called paranoid” and burst out laughing. Then having recovered from his laughing bout he said “a signal to get ready to shoot makes the threat looming. It would arouse a strong fight or flight response in the target, without the target even realizing it.”

“So fear without realizing it is fear” I cried.

“Yes”, he replied. “This is the great advantage of a veiled or concealed threat” he told me as if lecturing me again. “if the introduction is done well, then the person has awareness, but the awareness is vague. They have no knowledge about that awareness as they had dismissed the information about it in the first procedure, the introduction” he said.” He laughed and then explained, “criminal intent is all that is needed. But” he emphasized, “if such intent is upheld while doing something ordinary and not obvious, then the target is at a great disadvantage” he added showing openly a lot of satisfaction in what he had said. I stared at him for a while and then asked

“So the criminals would have to have been in the restaurant?”

“Of course” he replied raising his right arm up above his head. “They would have been the two arguing in the carpark”. He took a sip of his tea and then added “the incident in the carpark was planned. Once you and your friend” I shuddered at the word ‘friend’ as he continued. “had left the carpark and headed for the restaurant above, they would have followed you, probably hard on your heels. And” he added, “they would have positioned themselves somewhere nearby, at a close range” he explained. “You said that you were sitting with your back to the bar. So the logical place would have been at the bar. And as your friend sat facing the bar they could see her and watch for her signals. So, when given the signal to get ready to shoot they were in the choice position” he said casually then sipped some more of his tea with abandon. Anyone would think he had been talking about some everyday ordinary event.

“I wasn’t aware of anyone following us up to the restaurant” I said.

“They would not have followed right behind you” he laughed, “but in any case the incident with the people just leaving and her grabbing the table, could have also served to draw your attention. So, anyone walking behind you would have been able to do easily, without been seen. They could have easily stopped at the bar and ordered some drinks. Even if you saw them, you wouldn’t have recognized them as you never saw them at close range. And at the bar they would be seen as just people in the crowd” I stared at him again and then curious I asked,

“and what would be a signal to shoot?” I wanted to hear what he would say.

“Oh” he said straightening himself up. “She would have done something sudden. For instance, she could have jumped out of her chair and started to brush her clothes as if some coffee or something accidentally fell on her.” I was shocked when I heard this because at one point when I had waved my hand around as I was talking in my typical Greek manner, she grabbed her coffee cup and made some remark about “you don’t want me jumping up and having to brush the coffee off of my clothes” or some remark like that. I had laughed it off at the time. Now, it sent shivers up my spine.

“So, there would have been a signal to shoot arranged too?” I asked.

“A signal to shoot would be arranged, but it is almost never given” he said. It is done, but one in a million or less. It is done” he said “because we want the threat to be real. If it can happen, then it’s real”. He spoke formally and then gave a wave of his hand. “But”, he added, “while the criminals would be seen and maybe even caught, they can’t be tied to the chief offender. It would be ticked off as a case of random violence” he added casually.

“They can’t?” I asked incredulously.

“There are methods” he added stochastically “that evil people use, which help distance them from the crimes that may be done”.

“Distance them from the crimes” I echoed hardly able to believe what I was hearing.

“Yes” he said. “A go-between can be used to summons the crims. So you would have to know all the people that both parties knew in order to make any connection. And even then” he stressed, “it would still be difficult because the go-between would not be anyone known to both parties. They may be a once off accidental meeting, which makes it hard to say that they are known, even if they can be tied to either party. So, what if both parties happened to talk to the same stranger on some occasion, especially in some public place and at different times”. I will be discussing the inhumane people’s methods and their networks in a later chapter.

“I still have a problem with the ideas that she could have used criminals to threaten me” I said. “It would cost a lot of money. I know she doesn’t have that sort of money” I said.

“She can hire criminals for a very small amount in this way” he said “but even if they were to shoot, it still may not cost anything extra” he told me with a grin.

“Now you are talking riddles again” I complained. “You mean to tell me that some criminal would shoot and go to jail for it and not want any money? That’s ridiculous” I exclaimed.

“Remember” he said, “these are ex-crims. They got out of jail as their term ended, but their whole life and all the people they know may be in jail. So doing another crime gets them back in to continue their old life in jail.” I found this rather odd but I didn’t think it was worth discussing any further, so I turned once more to the events of the day.

“Okay” I said, “I can see how she could have been able to threaten me in the restaurant and enough for me to urgently want to vomit, but what about on the way home? How on earth can she threaten me when she was driving?”

“Well”, he replied. “From what you have told me it appears that the last concealed threat was hurriedly planned.

“Hurriedly planned” I echoed.

“Her preoccupation with the cars behind” he began, then looking at me seriously he said “you said she was constantly looking into her rear vision mirror”

“Yes” I confirmed.

“Well” he said, “she was most likely keeping a watch while she was driving, waiting to see when the crims were right behind her. Then she could give the signal to move to the curb and park her car. They would have done likewise, where ever there was parking, either behind her or in front of her. They would have then followed her into the news agency”. I listened mystified. This was like the plot of some Alfred Hitchcock movie. “You would have been none the wiser” he said “because this would have been the last thing you could have expected.

“So they went into the news agency to plan their next move?” I asked.

“In a news agency they sell road maps. She only needs to get the right page and indicate the street she would enter and where she would turn right. The right hand indicator signal could be agreed upon as the ‘get ready to shoot’ signal. That wouldn’t take long. Five minutes or so!” He explained. I was dumbfound but listened hard as he went on.

“They would have gone on ahead” he said, found the street and waited at the place where they could see the traffic and where she would be indicating a right hand turn.” I took a deep breath but said nothing.

“Once they saw her indicator to turn right, that’s it, that’s the signal. All they need to do is open a glove box where a weapon would have been placed.”

“And what would be a ‘go-ahead signal’ to shoot?” I asked hardly wanting to hear his reply.

“Oh”, he said casually again, “an accidental beep of her horn. That may call attention, but it would not be seen as anything odd, anything suspicious” he replied. ”

The concealed threat can be used in other instances as well. For instance, as I will discuss later, it can be used to decline immunity with respect to infections, which means the person will end up with a problem as their immune system will not be sufficiently operative as to address the infection or at least not address it efficiently. In the case of excessive inflammation, which I will also discuss in a later chapter, the concealed threat is used with the idea of damage done. In Covid 19 for instance, where there are severe symptoms and cytokine storms or in other words excessive inflammation, the ideas of “dangerous virus doing damage” or “you got the virus, it’s doing damage in your lungs or heart or brain” etc., may be being mentally presented by someone related, closely enough related and of course inhumane, with some agenda. I strongly suspect that pneumonia is not due to any infection at all but due to ideas as the ones I just mentioned.

Another area that a concealed threat can cause problems is in reproduction and fertility and it can be used to cause a pregnant woman to have a sudden miscarriage.

The concealed threat is mostly used with mental suggestions but before I can explain that I have to discuss a little about ESP and telepathy and then another introduction, which is an introduction to what he kept calling the ugly evil creature within. This is the real aspect and not the mask, because it takes a conscious being to address another conscious being in the Mind. So in the next chapter I will begin the discussion on telepathy and ESP in preparation for the use of the concealed threat together with ideas mentally presented.

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