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riaarivic · 2 years ago

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HATE 4: Fire Meets Gasoline(M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning.

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5.3k (yikes)

🌙 Series Index

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🌙 HATE 4: Fire meets Gasoline 🌙

"There's two of us, we're certain with desire. The pleasure's pain and fire. Burn me"

“Traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death” the voice of the Clan’s Head resounded in the meeting room of The Seven Moons “That is the most important code you should know. Dear Nari”

“You break a promise, you lose a finger” J-Hope continued with a smile looking at you, amused as if he had just made a joke.

“The word of the Leader is the law. If he says jump, you jump. If he says you have to rob a bank you go and rob a bank. If he says that you die, then... you die.” Taehyung followed the thread with a bored expression you realized he only wore when you were in the room. All his looks said what he was thinking. He should be out on the streets doing his job by now, not tutoring some stuck up girl.

“Don't sleep with your brothers' wives... unless they invite you.” Jimin giving you a flirty wonk and earning a disapproving grunt from his brothers, except one...

Suga was amused at how uncomfortable you looked.

“Anyway” The Clan’s Head spoke again commanding attention “Dear Nari, you will learn more about our codes as time goes by. However, it is important that you begin to know our clan from the inside. So today, you will start with the most basic. I heard you're not afraid of blood or weapons, is that right?”

Before answering the Head, you looked at Namjoon narrowing your eyes for a second.

Snitches get stitches Kim Namjoon

“Eh... it's true, I'm not afraid of blood or weapons” you answered uneasy feeling all the attention in the room fall on you.

A few sets of eyes loved to see you biting your lips

“Marvelous! So this morning you will spend time in the training dojo with Jungkook. It is important that you know how to defend yourself well and I hope that the rest will be there today to accompany you. A bit of exercise will do good for some of you”

You noticed something about Kim DoHan, The Clan’s Head. He always called them by their real name. All But one, the same exact man who INTERPOL couldn’t find any note or trace of his existence.

Maybe that was the reason they also called him the shadow. You thought

“Father! I can't waste any more time today, Namjoon and I have an investor meeting. Also... “ Jin started a sentence but his father raised his hand and he went instantly quiet.

“Do I have to repeat myself? I hope not, Seokjin. As the eldest I expect more from you, it is you who sets the example for your brothers and I remind you, you are a member of this clan before anything else. I didn't think it was necessary to remind you at your age, but we can always resort to the usual punishments for contradicting your Leader” Jin swallowed his own words.

“No, father. Forgive me” he replied. The Clan Leader knowing his word was final, rose from his seat to leave and his shadow followed right behind.

Apparently the word all did not include Suga.

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Training dojo, Mansion of the Seven Moons, outskirts of Seoul, South Korea.

“Good! I think after stretching we'll all be ready to go. Princess Nari, do you think you can train in those Louboutins? You look beautiful in them, but I don't think they will be very practical” you were no longer surprised by the attitude of the clan’s henchman, Jhope was undoubtedly the personification of the sun's rays.

So much joy overwhelmed you.

“Eh... I didn't bring sportswear in my luggage, I haven't had a chance to buy either” you shrugged your shoulders, looking at your outfit. To be honest, kicking ass in heels and a miniskirt wasn't one of your favorite things.

But you’ve certainly done it before.

The only thing was that you really didn't want to show them your underwear while doing it.

It also had happened before

“There is a solution for everything, princess. Everything except death. I think Jimin could lend you some clothes. I'm sure they're the same size” Jhope looked at his younger brother next to him

“Hey! Who the hell are you saying is the same size as her?” Jimin stood up in front of his brother puffing his chest.

“You're right Jimin-hyung, Miss Nari is a little taller than you” now all the other brothers joined in laughing at Jungkook’s joke.

Jimin turned to push the youngest of his brothers and they both began to punch each other playfully.

Are these the most feared criminals in Asia? They look like a group of teenagers. You couldn’t help but think

“You can use my clothes... little flower” said a voice from the entrance of the dojo. You didn't have to see his face to know who he was “After all, it would look perfect on you too” The rest of the room stopped laughing to look at the newcomer. Jimin and Jungkook stood up off the floor, with the blonde grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

What is he doing here?

“t's fixed then! Princess Nari, go change. Suga will give you some of his clothes” after a few seconds of awkward silence, Jhope exclaimed, patting his hands happily. Truly, this man's optimism was endless.

“I don't think it's correct…”

“No, no. Namjoon, the princess doesn't have training clothes. Suga-hyung can lend it to her for now. Later you can take her shopping. Not another word, it has been said, case closed” Jhope pushed you towards the changing rooms so you could change her clothes.

When you were done changing, the seven Moons were already in pairs doing combat exercises.

The atmosphere between the brothers had become more serious and you could see each one of them fighting with a very particular style.

Jimin looked like he was dancing instead of fighting, his every move was graceful. You could see how his expressions changed from a scowl to an arrogant smile every time he managed to land a punch on Taehyun and the taller one dodged with difficulty.

Although Jimin was faster, Taehyun was stronger. If the shorter one hit him, he would take a few steps back. It was a very even fight, you could tell that each one knew the other's movements perfectly.

Almost to the point where they could predict the next one.

Jin was facing Jungkook, the older against the younger.

JK was pure physical strength. He fought to win and he always, always did. Dry, accurate and aggressive blows. He reminded you a lot of Emmet, your field partner who had been left behind at Interpol headquarters. They both fought like tigers, straight for the prey.

But the eldest of The Seven Moons was not really a fan of physical. Jin liked to fight dirty, he knew how to play very well with his opponents' minds and he always used that to his advantage.

“What's wrong kookie? You are slowing down. Are you nervous to be in front of a pretty girl today, boy? You are a little softie today” Jin was smiling but you could see through his expression. It was all a front to make JK put down his guard

"I know Kookie, she’s a beauty, right? Who knows maybe you’ll end up engaged to her." the boys roared at the oldest last comment.

And you could almost swear Jin winked at you before he punched his brother again. Only to receive a full blow to the face right after

JK’s movements were quick. But you didn't miss the slight blush that spread on the boy's cheeks.

The two kept fighting and you could hear a groan of pain as JK landed another punch to Jin's jaw.

Ouch

But without a doubt, the best fight award was for the one between Suga and Namjoon. The difference in sizes might make you think that the scale would lean towards the tallest one, but they were much more even than everyone else.

Namjoon was a mountain of muscle, strong and hunky that you could see perfectly now that he had removed his designer jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Beneath all the expensive fabric lay his tattooed arms with hardly any room for more ink.

The Second in command fought with the techniques of the expensive martial arts academies in Seoul, which he had attended, he looked like a professional athlete. Every blow he managed to land, left Suga a little unfocused.

That, if he could do it.

The black-haired man might be smaller in size. But he was much faster and more aggressive. Suga fought to kill. There were no middle terms or truce.

He fought like someone who had grown up fighting to survive, he fought like the fighters on the streets.

It was a showdown worth seeing and you could tell from miles away that between the right hand and the shadow there was something much more than a sibling rivalry...

There was resentment.

You could even say

Hate.

And there was no denying, they were brutal.

Not bad for a bunch of useless gangsters.

“Ok princess, you will fight me first. I'm going to teach you some tricks. Let's see, hit me as hard as you can” Jhope caught your attention as he took you to the side of the dojo away from the other fights.

Oh, pretty boy. You really don't want me to hit you

“Come on, don't be afraid. You're not going to hurt me” The young gangster told you, giving you a kind smile. You sighed and raised your right arm, ready to hit him. The man quickly deflected you by grabbing your elbow and knocking you off balance with his knee.

With a strong blow your back made contact with the floor, everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing to see you.

Some laughed a little, others looked at you with pity. It was obvious to them that Jhope would dominate you in combat. Yes, JK was the clan’s combat trainer and a great fighter. But when it really came to hand in hand combat. The brunette could take them all… at once.

Jhope might be the friendliest of all the brothers, but all of that disappeared the moment he started fighting. He was fast, strong and definitely the most complete fighter of them all.

You remembered at that moment reading on his file that he grew up on the streets of Gwangju. Fighting on the illegal rings, sometimes for money, sometimes for drugs but most of the times for fun.

He was a legend.

But you were annoyed by his mocking look, as if it amused him to see you in such a helpless way.

Watch and learn, you dick.

“Let’s do it from the top. It’s all right” JHope extended his hand and you saw it as the perfect opportunity.

You took his wrist with your hands and locked his arm with your legs. He fell instantly to the floor. In his state of shock, you took the opportunity to throw out the knife that he had hidden in one of his pants pockets.

JHope tried to get on top of you. But the moment he did, he realized that you were holding his gun to the side of his forehead and his other knife pressed against his neck.

With another quick movement you released the magazine from JHope's gun. Wriggling out of his grasp and grabbing the other arm from his ankle before he did.

This time, you aimed at the middle of his eyebrows. He couldn't do much to defend himself in that position.

But he was sure you wouldn't shoot him.

Right?

You had pinned him completely unable to move. Everything happened so fast any of them could see you coming. Jhope smiled at you and put his hands up. He had lowered his guard and you had taken him by surprise, that made things much more interesting.

“Shit “ You weren’t sure if the voice was Taehyun's “If She can take Hobi.... “

Fuck I should not have done that...

“She can take all of us... “ Jimin finished his brother's sentence

The eyes of all the moons rested on you “Damn little flower, who would have guessed you were a fighter” Suga spoke, looking into your eyes

“Now Fight me”

I definitely shouldn't have done that...

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Going upstairs to give Suga his clothes back sounded like an amazing idea 10 minutes ago…

Before you got lost walking across the dark halls of the Seven Moons Mansion.

All this fucking ganster money and you couldn’t put a couple more lightbulbs?

You kept walking trying not to remember the embarrassment of having to ask Jimin where Suga's bedroom was.

“Pretty noona, Do you Like my brother?” He said with an amused smile when you said you wanted to personally give his clothes back to him “Well don’t tell Namjoon that I told you. It is on the second floor, take those stairs and walk to the end of the hall. His door is always open… unless he is busy”

Now you were infront of his door and Jimin was right it was open.

There was almost nothing on that room. It felt like it belonged to nobody, maybe he didn't spend time there.

Too busy commiting crimes.

He was sitting on an armchair looking through the window. It reminded you of yesterday when you saw him for the first time in the kitchen.

When nobody was looking The Shadow had an expression that couldn't be something else but sadness.

But why? you thought

After a few seconds you knocked on his door “Hey, sorry I came to give back your clothes. I'm going to leave them here, on this table is it ok?”

He turned to see you and gave you a smug smile while he stood up from where he was sitting. He walked slowly across the room to be right in front of you.

"Oh, Little flower" he said in a low voice, he didn't expect to see you but damn the devil, how he wanted to "haven't they told you that it's not appropriate for a lady like you to come knocking on a man's door this late at night"

He had that shit eating grin on his face again.

And at that point you weren't really sure if you wanted to punch him right in the face...

Or kiss him.

”I came to give back your clothes” you said, looking into his eyes “And I did. So I'm leaving, clearly you're busy”

”Oh, I might not be as refined as the rest of my brothers. But I am a gentleman. For you, I have all the time in the world, flower. You still don’t smoke?”

”No, I don't. I told you” He was looking at you with the feline expression of a cat that is playing with its prey ”You did, but I would be using it as an excuse to have a minute of your company “ You were surprised by his words. Why was he so insistent on spending time with you?

Being inches away from that man sent all your nerves to short circuit.

But you were too proud to let it show.

And most importantly…

you were on a mission.

But maybe, this could be a great opportunity to get some information out of him.

Definitely not an excuse to be alone with him

“And spending time with you in your room at this time of night is okay? I mean… for a lady like me” You raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

He raised his hand and gently put his thumb under your chin “Oh flower. I don’t kiss and tell. Do you?”

“I don’t” you answered

Then he got closer to the shell of your ear to whisper in a husky voice “Then tell me why a pretty girl like you is carrying a gun like this” You were so distracted by his touch that you didn’t realize he took your gun from its holster on your thigh. His black eyes that looked so inviting a few seconds ago now looked like the dark waters of the Han river that run below the house.

And you were sure, he was about to drown you in them.

So you had to make a decision...

Fight

Run

Kiss him

And all of them sounded completely right at this point.

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HanYong Bath House, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Standing in front of a pool of red-painted water was the second in command of The Seven Moons.

The bloody corpses of 10 men floated in it

They were from an ally clan.

None of them saw it coming...

Kim DoHan had been their partner for decades and they had watched Namjoon grow up. They always saw him as the next Leader, the successor to his father.

That's why when the young gangster took off his designer clothes to get into the pool, no one really payed attention to what was on his back

The moment those 10 men saw the tattoo...

It was too late.

The ink on the broad back of the Second in command was a death sentence for them.

A death sentence for his clan.

Even for himself.

The young man had an empty expression, as if there was no soul inside his body.

Inside that Bath house in Itaewon

There were the bloody corpses of 10 men inside of a pool

And a young gangster

With his hands stained with blood

And a tattoo of a dragon with a jade sphere in its mouth.

The symbol of the Chinese triads.

His father's enemy clan.

The same one that he had annihilated during the gang war, 20 years ago.

Or so everyone thought.

They have returned to take revenge.

From the hand of his own son.

You and Kim Namjoon had something in common.

You were both traitors...

And traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death.

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It's me again!! Hi hello!!

I'm really sorry I haven't been posting as much.

Life has been... intense lately and I had to take a time of to really recover from everything.

Also, I really want to thank all the people who had liked and reblogged all the chapters. I really really appreciate it.

Ps. if you want to be on the next chapter's tag list: comment below or send me an ask!!

Love,

Ria

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weirdcat1213 · 1 year ago

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ok i guess this is it

the end of the road

i may do an actual post about it later but fellas, its been an honor suffer read with all of you :3 the meta, memes and reactions? priceless

thank you @revenantghost for bringing us together for the best group activity ever: suffering and crying in a corner :D

lets go one more time

vol 14 thoughts

chap 1:

-THIS ONLY HAS 8 CHAPTERS WTF

-longer than he has been alive? oh thats adorable

-"that is how...i lived my life" why do i feel so sad all of a sudden

-OH YIKES WHAT

-ok damn i get that now, legato is really fast damn

-again, when did vash's coat turn black

-oh shit chronica no

-pls leave vash alone legato

-for some reason vash feel really quiet right now. thinking back to other fights, those didnt feel as quiet as this one, i wonder why

-yeah,,,,sadly i dont think he can control his body either...

-oh ok i didnt notice that the 1st time but thats so interesting. spoilers for 98 but in that one vash's decision is quick, a decision he made against the ropes. he thought about ways to avoid it and then gave up at the last second. here however, he has been thinking about it the moment he started to fight legato i think. like only one man could survive that encounter. he knew from the start it was either the plan (cuz cmon he doesnt care about whether he lives or dies) or legato. at least in 98 the decision was in a quiet setting, imagine giving up your values (and with them a huge part of what you think is your heart) while you are fighting to the death

-HE DOESNT WANT TO DO THIS BRO LEAVE HIM ALONE

-GEESUS oh god no. is he even there or is it vash's imagination

-oh nvm he is here, hi livio

-"dreaming saint" may be one of the saddest nicknames he's ever gotten :c thats kind of what he is and that makes me sad

-and...there he is. not even a word, just him

-:c

chap 2:

-"overkill" huh? maybe

-you did that to choose :c you did what you could. god, he needs to hear more how him trying is enough.

-oh god hes spiraling, this is not the time :c i get it tho

-"you always give up hope so easily" and thats what he did when he chose

-its too early for me to cry, tears go back in

-wait chronica was in the nomad right? is she...yknow...

-i love that panel with meryl picking up vashs head a little bit cuz it gives me the feeling finally someone can protect him from everything, let my man rest pls

-oh shit bro you good?

-oh :c.... oh

-oh god ok its time for the cable

-oh god not the fucking feathers

-if i keep reading today im gonna start crying

chap 3:

-oh my god its the beginning

-he IS a clever bastard ill give you that

-the feathers :c

-oh my, things are happening (aka my cue to cry)

-its time knives, youre gonna fall and hit your stupid head so hard

-YES MERYL YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT MERYL

-NOT THE SCHOOL TRIPS OMG THATS ADORABLE

-...ok i get why *hes* saying that. the conflic, i think, pretty doesnt exist anymore for him but for knives is very real and really present. he may be a little stupid to understand balance and how wrong he is, but at the same time there was a reason for all of this. he committed the same mistakes humans did doing his stupid little crusade but you cant tell little knives, the one who hoped to connect with humans, that he is foolish and reigniting a conflict. its just 2 really different perspectives

chap 4:

-knives is a bastard, and an asshole and he hurt vash so much but damn it. i cant hate him, not after processing trimax for the 2nd time.

-anyway

-oh god not the cable

-VASH OMG MY SON MY MAN MY LITTLE MAN

-GET TFO LEGATO PLS, CANT A MAN BE UNSCOSNCIOUS IN PEACE???

-WOLFWOOD PLEASE TAKE THIS BASTARD AWAY AND TELL VASH HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM

-IT HAPPENED AGAIN, WHY DOES MY BODY REACT SO VIOLENTLY WHEN I SEE REM. ALSO WHY DID IT HAPPEN AGAIN

-also im always gonna say this is vash's mind and not ghosts cuz...idk....it doesnt feel like it. the ghosty presence feels more real in stampede but thats just me

-HIS LITTLE EYES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-THATS WHAT I MEAN, THATS TOO MEAN FOR A GHOST

-ALSO :C

-hes so tired, hes so fucking tired

-oh wait oh shit

-im granting you nothing you bitch

-oh god knives are you good

-oh yeah hes still there

-oh ok so thats why that plan doesnt work. ok continue

-oh he looks so weird and majestic...you really have to wonder what was nightow thinking when he designed this

-they are so positive, can i have some of that? a gram should do it

-you can easily replace "because i stand with vash the stampede" with jeesus but vash the stampede is cooler im sorry

-also kudos to them for never having a "yknow what im sick of you, i never needed you" kind of arc. thanks nightow. they are married from the beginning til the end

-im...not really sure about where did vash come from but at this point it doesnt matter, im glad hes here <3

chap 5:

-vash in a fucked up mind palace, i win

-"ticket to the future" oh no

-I DIDNT NOTICE HIS ARM IS MISSING???? FUCK???

-HES UP! REJOICE

-FEATHER

-"what a cruel joke" :c

-ONE LAST TIME BABY CMON

-FUCK OK THAT WAS SCARY

-OKOKOK WOWOWOW THAT SO INTERESTING. stampede knives was like "hey this place seems nice for plants, me and my bro. lets keep it" but trimax knives want to literally yeet everything humans have touched. in his mind he can live with other plants idk, in like the middle of space? thats so interesting...

-"what is that noise" YOUR MF SIBLINGS BITCH

-....cmon man. cmon

-were you united by hatred tho? i believe some plants hated humans but not all of them

-leave your own brother alone ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

-"this is insane" it is insane, so you better fucking appreciate what hes doing rn

-AH GEESUS NO HERE IT COMES, THE FUCKING CABLE

-LEAVE HIM ALONE YO

-HURRY VASH HURRY

-"dont touch me" not even us....just him

-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :c

-i fucking love those panels where nightow puts a lot of details and dark lines only to make the next page the softest traces seen by man

-FUCK HIS BODY NOOOOOOOOOO

-OH I FUCKING LOVE THAT PANEL. GIVES ME "ANGEL WHO JUST FUCKING FELL FROM HEAVEN" VIBES

-ALSO KNIVES SHUT UP

-[sidenote: emptiness from the signalis ost just started playing and now i want to bite someone]

-TICKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET :C

chap 6:

-THATS MY FUCKING GIRL

-shut up vash, pls shut up

-oh vash...if it was that easy. but i guess thats the point. its not easy, it will never be easy to communicate, but we have to try. more people should remember that

-"what matters, is that you communicate. that you understand the person next to you is breathing and existing" fucking beautiful nightow

-"i wonder if he'll laugh again. if he'll follow his ideals again" im so...

-oh knives hey buddy

-i hate it, i fucking do but he looks so fucking sad when the plants let him go. when they decide if he wants to keep going down the path of hate he'll have to do it alone. and in his mind i dont think he has ever being alone. it makes me sad im sorry

-using the feather is so smart actually

-oh hes here

-ITS THE SCENE FUCK HERE WE GO NO

-FINAL BATTLE TIME MFSSSSS

-YO KNIVES YOU GOOD CUZ WOW

chap 7:

-OH ON THIS ONE YOU DIDNT EVEN GET TO HEAR HER FINAL WORDS? THATS MESSED UP

-THIS IS IT HERE WE FUCKING GO

-YES PLS KNIVES CMON

-honey...no...pls. let it go, theres literally nothing left to do.

-THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME BUT STILL CMON VASH

-DONT BE A LEGATO RN KNIVES

-oh?

-OH SHIT

-[the promise is playing. the fucking promise is playing]

-YOU "WERE"???? WELL SHIT ON MY FEELINGS NIGHTOW SURE????

-KNIVES???? YO????

-WELL FUCK ME NONONONONON PLS GIVE ME REM BACK PLS PH GOD OH FUCK

-OH SHIT TF IS THAT

-SHIT

-YES PLS RUN, THATS LITERALLY WHAT YOU GUYS COULD HAVE BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME. YOU COULD HAVE RUN AWAY TOGETHER (IN A FRATERNAL WAY)

-he is sadly a stupid idiot but HES MY STUPID IDIOT

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE FUCKING MVP

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLS GIVE ME BACK WOLFWOOD PLS, I NEED HIM BACK. WHY CANT HIS GHOST TALK TO VASH HUH?????

-ah fuck...them flying away together it looks so beautiful

chap 8:

-HERE WE ARE HERE I AM FUCK ME

-its is a never ending song isnt it

-my man deserved to rest more than 6 months

-hey knives honey why are you saying "hes crucial for you"? is it because you have internalized that humans will keep you around if you seem to be valuable for them? do you think that if vash is crucial they wont kill him? in the many years you have lived you dont know any other ways to ask for help than guaranteeing there will be something to be gained? huh?

-that kid has to live with one of The Traumas ever huh?

-IM GONNA CHOOSE TO BELIEVE HE LIVES IN THE FUCKING TREE CUZ HIM JUST DISSAPEARING IN THE AIR? TOO SAD. TOO FUCKING SAD. I WANT HIM BACK AS WELL

-YES YOUVE DONE MORE THAN ENOUGHHHH, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL THIS *looks at publication date* right

-i dont remember your name doc but damn, you are everything.

-ALSO 1ST AN OLD LADY WITH HER GRANDDAUGHTER SAVE VASH AND THEN A DOC WITH HIS KID SAVE VASH??? SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT FAMILIES AND MAKING A SPACE FOR VAHS WHO LOST HIS FAMILY

-you are so fucking stupid and i love you

-also where did he get...yknow...everything

-you should do that...im begging you to do that pls. get all of that, just live peacefully pls

-MY GIRLS ARE HERE :'D

-YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED, LEAVING MY GIRL MERYL LIKE THAT

-stooooop :'c my heart, this is too many ":D"

-THEIR FACE GOD I LOVE THEM SM PLS DONT LEAVE ME HERE

-GIRLS WHERE ARE YOUR GUNS LMAO XD

-the dumbest little song ever, god i could eat this man

-LINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-LIVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-ah fuck...i ended up crying again and i still dont know why :'D

what a fucking, FUCKING TRIP. this is literally one of the best things the internet has ever done. i want to hug everyone who participated on this. we did it. we fucking did it

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #the end of the fucking ride #what a fucking beautiful journey #love and peace everyone #now im gonna go to the corner and fucking stare at the wall

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nancypullen · 10 months ago

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Sunday Evening

There are about ten different things I should be doing right now, but I am the queen of procrastination so here I am on the ol' blog. It was a very long week. I have such mixed feelings about the job. The people are absolutely wonderful. The work is interesting and beneficial. But the schedule is...unpleasant. Well, I say that as a person who doesn't really have a schedule. I had to ask several times if I could maybe know my work days/hours at least a week in advance. I'm there 8.5 hours but take a mandatory 1 hour unpaid lunch. So I work 7.5 hours most days, though I worked just 5 on Saturday. They are long days. I suppose I had the idea that part-time would be 20-ish hours a week. Looks like the plan is to work me just under the cut off between part/full time. Not having a set schedule in advance makes it really hard to plan any sort of normal life. For example, the Edgewaters have been asking me if I'm off on Feb. 10th to celebrate the grandgirl's 6th birthday. It's 12 days away and I still can't tell them yes or no. How can I make a doctor's appointment or even schedule a haircut? You don't call anywhere around here and get in quickly, so it would be nice to have, say, a month's schedule to reference when trying to make an appointment. I get the impression that it's not looked upon favorably if you throw a wrench in the works and request particular days off. I guess I'll ride it out and see if it gets better, maybe because I'm the newbie they're just seeing if I survive before locking me into the work calendar? Every time I asked, no one seemed to think it was a big deal. It's a big deal to me, I like to plan my life and get my ducks in a row - not knowing my works days/hours ten or twelve days out rattles me. Really hoping that part gets better.

.I'm a minimum of twenty yeas older than everyone at work, thirty years older than most of them. I feel like a fossil. Actually, the director is around my age, but she has put in her retirement notice. So I show up in my old lady glory and try not to grunt or groan when I get up from shelving books on the lowest shelf. I've had to move boxes, tables, racks of chairs, wood and glass bookcases and pretend that my sciatica isn't flaring up. There is a lot of ibuprofen involved. This is how I feel there...

but they're all nice to me because their mamas raised them to respect their elders. I was at the circulation desk one morning and talking to another employee who is not yet thirty. I realized that I could easily be her grandmother.

The eternal optimist in me says to keep plugging away and everything will settle into place and I'll just be the nice old lady at the library. The part of my brain that always yells, "FLEE! You don't belong here!" is screaming in my ear. Luckily, the eternal optimist occupies about 90% of my gray matter, so she usually wins. Onward, onward, onward. I mentioned that on Saturday I was off work at 2 o'clock. Shortly after that the Edgewaters came over and brought their pizza oven. That was a treat. They made gourmet pizzas for our dinner and we had a wonderful visit. Little Miss kept me busy with Barbies and books, and I plied her with cupcakes. They left today around 3 o'clock and the mister and I are sitting here now wondering if we even want to bother with dinner tonight. I'm ready for bed. The workweek is staring me in the face and I'm not ready. Have I whined enough? I swear I'm not unhappy, just tired. I'd give my right arm for 5 hour work days (like Saturday) instead of 8.5. Mickey has been amazing - actually cleaning and cooking! I have no reasons to complain. So I should probably shut up. That said, we're moving forward and starting to plan a 40th anniversary trip. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll grant me unpaid leave. As a part-time employee I don't accrue vacation days, so I guess we'll see how all of that plays out. Yikes.

I'm boring myself sick with this post and I can't imagine that it's been at all interesting or entertaining to read. I'll wait a couple of days and try to post something worth reading. There have been amusing incidents at the library, but I hesitate to write about any of it because this is a small town and my name is on the blog. I'll have to find my way with that. I certainly wouldn't name names or embarrass anyone. Oh well, I'm off to ready my clothes for work and pack a lunch. I'll try to keep a Mary frame of mind. No one I work with would get that reference.

I'm so old.

*sigh* Until next time - stay safe, stay well. Sending out loads of love. XOXO, Nancy

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hyba · 1 year ago

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Troubleshooting: Marie/Elise and Mystery Writing

In an attempt to help me figure out if my current M/E plot is satisfactory (God I hope so), I've decided to analyze it against this checklist from Novel Suspects:

Okay, so I know that I shouldn't be so focused on playing by the rules because realistically, in writing fiction, there are very few rigid rules. But this is mostly to troubleshoot for Marie/Elise. I'm hoping that by doing a few of these "analyses", I can maybe finally see what it is that's still bugging me about my revised plot.

So, how does M/E stack up?

1. Know your murderer before you start writing.

😬 Did not do that right off the bat. I kept changing my mind about 6 different times throughout over 12 different drafts so...

But I know who they are now. For this draft. That counts, right? 😁

2. Don't know your murderer before you start.

Sounds more my speed. Essentially the same thing I did totally consciously: set everyone up as plausible suspects... but I had a hard time choosing who it would be when it came time.

But again, I know who it is now, so we're cool. 😎

3. Your hero should have some flaws.

So there's 2 "heroes" to this story: Adrian and Marie. Adrian has a whole basketful of flaws, so we're okay there. 😂 Marie is deceptively perfect - as in, she can be good at something to a fault. Kind to a fault. Generous to a fault. Noble to a fault. I figure that's a pretty big flaw.

4. Your hero should be infallible.

Yikes. Okay, so that's not how it works in M/E. Mostly because for this point it seems the author is talking about detectives and sleuths that are always right (Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, etc.). The only thing is the MCs aren't really sleuths. They're just people. One of them is the prime suspect and just wants to clear his name. They're messy and perhaps just a bit too trusting and a little too personally involved... I wouldn't say they're infallible. But also - not the way these characters are supposed to work.

I'll give myself a pass here 🤭

5. Mysteries have a formula; follow it.

Okay! Good news! I'm already following a murder mystery formula. I analyzed my earlier draft of M/E according to it and have tweaked it to better fit the formula. I do take some creative liberties in the sense that certain things may happen simultaneously or later than they would in the formula (the one I have is a chapter by chapter thing).

Okay, so maybe that means I didn't stick to it all the way, but I give myself some flexibility because it's not the usual detective mystery 😅

6. Break all the rules.

👀 You don't have to tell me twice! In addition to... well, all the exceptions I made to the previous rules, I'm hoping the elements I've decided to include in this story help portray some of the themes I really want to include. Like how the internet and technology today affects criminal investigations, to say nothing of media and gossip.

This is gonna affect the formatting of the story and create new situations for characters that wouldn't have otherwise happened. When a crime happens in a tight knit community, it can't be investigated in complete isolation.

🤔🤔🤔

I guess M/E passes this test? Nevertheless, something is off about this story and I need to put my finger on it! It's just a teeny bit frustrating to feel like this with each iteration of the story. I must put an end to it 😤

#Marie/Elise #join me next time for another riveting troubleshooting session 😂#writeblr #writers #writing

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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OKAY BUCKLE UP, if you thought the last 2 rundowns i sent in were long, this one is so long that i’m sending it in 3 parts (i can only apologise for the chaos i am causing)

RIGHT THEN, here is the abel simp anon ILW FINALE thought dump (part 1! covers up to when we play as devon)

i can’t believe i just installed the game for the very last time

(i’ve already cried twice today LMAO)

i can’t believe this is the last time i’m experiencing a new chapter for the first time (i hope that made sense)

i’m sorry lincoln :( i know matthias was awful but he was still his dad

MATTHIAS DYING DIDNT ACTIVATE THE RITUAL? WE STAY WINNIN

ALL THE OLD GANGS!!!! i am already tearing up YIKES

devon, harper, and rowan - my babies :( they’re all safe and sound 🥹

YOU CANT HIT ME WITH A “thanks. for everything.” THIS EARLY IN THE CHAPTER OUCH

i saw abel and crumbled. i’m going to miss him so much. full tears.

THEY’RE GONNA LIVE TOGETHER !!!!!

“We’ll be okay rowan, I promise. I'll smother you with food, you'll complain that I work too much, we'll buy up an ugly couch at a thrift store and find somewhere for it to call home.” JDJEJJAJDJ

THE FINAL TIME SEEING THE TITLE CARD AND HEARING THE THEME MUSIC FOR A NEW CHAPTER I AM SO EMOTIONAL

AND THE CHAPTER BEING CALLED “IT LIVES” SOMEONE GIVE ME A HUG PLEASE I AM HAVING A MOMENT

oh god i can’t do goodbyes (even though i definitely knew it was coming)

lincoln :( AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP DEVELOPMENT FROM START TO FINISH???? no one talk to me

wild weekend with lincoln in vegas?? i think yes, especially now that he and abel are besties

i could do with an amalia hug rn tbh

“I don't care if you and Abel want to celebrate Christmas or not, you're both invited, by the way. I hope to see you both there.” WE WILL BE THERE BABE DON’T YOU WORRY

“I won't be there to watch over you anymore, but I still want you to take care of yourself.” STOP

hey jocelyn :(

“I’ll do what i want. Like i always do” never change joss, never change

“I'II miss you, Rowan. Thanks for being my friend.” i’m in a puddle

(continued in part 2)

-abel simp anon🫶

Everyone, please enjoy this three part special ❤️

#ask #anon #mod win #abel simp anon

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odinsblog · 2 years ago

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Holy. Fucking. Shit!!!

So a while back I posted on here that unfortunately, one of my exes from wayyy back got caught up with meth and, as far as I know, is having a difficult time in life rn

I really did not see that coming. I guess I foolishly believed that her being educated (doctorate) and being from a super wealthy family would have somehow inoculated her from being a drug addict. I loved her deeply and I wish her the very best and hope she can overcome whatever lead her down that particular path

Sooo ….. you know how they say 1 in 10 people you know are secretly murderers? Yeah, I never heard that before either, but it DOES feel like it might lowkey be true, right??

I am still reeling from something I was told about today: someone I knew growing up just murdered their sibling!!! Like, just straight up killed them and called the police and calmly told them what they did and then just ..... waited for the popo to come 🤯

I am beyond shook

And as I get closer and closer to rounding the corner into middle age, I’m starting to look back at some of the people who I hung out with, and I’m honestly just like YIKES

Hopefully these are anomalies, and not indicative of my friend and romantic choices — not that drug addiction is in any way equal to murder. But ya boy gonna flip out if another ex gf gets strung out, and Imma definitely lose my shit if any more acquaintances turn into fucking murderers

Like can’t we find some happy medium? Can we maybe draw the line somewhere between being an ex reformed drug dealer and, Idk, president or something??? (I was going to say doctor but the person who murdered their sibling was literally a medical doctor, so…)

Maybe I just need to stop associating with "smart" educated people?

#holy shit #a post about me #yikes

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nobodysdaydreams · 2 years ago

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Mysterious Benedict Society Liveblog Season 2 Episode 7 "A Joyful Lens"

Well you all know the drill. I wanted SQ, Garrison, and Martina, but the boy hasn't shown up and the others were short-lived. Nevertheless, I am still hopeful. At least we might get to see Curtain interact with his brainwashed family (brother and niece). Oh and we have that episode description about someone escaping with the team. I hope it's SQ but I wouldn't mind kidnapped Curtain for reasons of comedy.

1:16- Curtain knows about the tea. He has to know. Oh no Auguste. What did you do to that boy Curtain? "I enjoyed our tea consumed or not" oh he knows. Also "Big day today". Nothing good comes after he says that.

2:40- oh no Nicholas looked scared for a second when number 2 changed. You can tell a part of him is able to fight it. I wonder if Nathaniel would be able to fight the happiness if he was under it (since they are twins).

3:44- Yeah Reynie did you believe Kate was staying put? It's Kate.

4:21- OH MY GOSH JEFFERS THE STRAIGHT JACKETS. This man has had his moment and he's not letting them go. Constance looks so calm in hers, which is hilarious because Sticky must be absolutely terrified. "Take them off now". Does Curtain know Constance is happy? He has to, she's smiling like a psychopath. Oh my gosh, Jeffers having trouble taking them off, the poor man. "Barbaric treatment" you put Sticky in the waiting room Curtain, don't act so high and mighty! YES, STICKY GO OFF. Come on Curtain, you took away his anxiety once, is he really gonna fall for it again?

7:00- Oh dear we got number 2 and Benedict acting crazy now. Oh good Nicholas has been fighting it. Oh dear number 2 is actually making his doubts disappear now, she REALLY got into the happiness thing. IS SHE SINGING? Nicholas' "oh" when she started... oh now he's into it. NOT MILLIGAN AND RHONDA FINDING THEM LIKE THAT. This is funnier than I could have predicted.

9:00- Awe number 2 still likes yellow even brainwashed. Oh yikes there's Auguste again that creepy boy. He acts like a robot. This is so weird.

10:00- Awe Reynie. Oh no. Constance smiling. Ha, Reynie grabbing the spyglass to verify. Ok, Sticky is aware. I'm glad he's faking it. I was gonna say, no way he's being taken in twice. Kate: "I'm not putting those clothes on" *Cut to her with the clothes on*

13:00- Curtain: "To release inner joy takes skill" Yeah, the skill you don't have you, invention-stealing buffoon.

13:30- "they're ready" READY FOR WHAT? Oh, they can spread it now without Curtain being there. How does that even work? I guess Constance is a liability now. Sticky you poor hopeful boy. "Yeah... they're just good at faking it" Poor Kate.

15:00- YES NICHOLAS FIGURE IT OUT. FOLLOW THEM. He can see his brother's distress. He knows something is wrong.

16:00- "Not now Nicky" - HE CALLS HIM NICKY WHEN HE'S STRESSED AND NOT THINKING HE STILL DEFAULTS TO THAT. I hate Curtain but that's still kind of sweet in a twisted sort of way. I hope Nicholas calls him out. YES FOLLOW HIM.

16:45- Oh no they got Ms. P. Oh dear "it's understandable" "conflicts are unnecessary" oh my gosh they really got Milligan. What did they do to Rhonda and Number 2's outfits this is awful.

19:00- Oh no Constance. Wait she's spilling the tea on Garrison. I hope Garrison comes back. Yes, Kate got the notebook! And yes Garrison and Curtain can't be trusted, that's been clear from day 1.

20:00- Nicholas, you gotta snap out of it and save these people. You know what the right thing to do is. "SO FIX IT" Yikes Curtain, that's your job, you made this mess. Poor Jillson and Jackson look horrified. See Nicholas, this is what your brother really is. A terrible boss and a deadbeat dad who has no idea where his son is.

20:40- ARE THEY TRYING TO GET THE PROMOTION NOW? Honestly, they deserve it. Go off Jackson and Jillson. I love these two. "unlike previous owners of the position" *cuts to Marlon* OH MY GOSH IT ACTUALLY CUT TO MARLON, I love this so much. I hope Marlon can hear them.

21:15- "Correlation. Which is not the same as causation." Okay Curtain, trying to be a high school psychology teacher. He's not promoting them? "Don't bring me problems", Curtain you suck at leadership. Jackson and Jillson need to get out of there.

22:00- The way Nicholas perked up when he heard Constance! <3. He sounds genuinely happy! I hope they can somehow un-brainwash each other.

23:00- Yes! We're going on a mission! But how are these household gadgets gonna work against Garrison's inventions? Love the montage regardless. It'd be funny if it didn't work and they just ended up blinding Curtain with flashing lights instead and he has to use a seeing-eye alpaca for the rest of the series.

25:00- What. What is this. What is this Hippie dance party. Curtain would absolutely hate this. I'm sure he views this party style as the price he pays for control. Or maybe he would like it since he clearly enjoyed creepily dancing in his room. Wow, Ms. P is really feeling it. And yeah, the fact that Mr. Benedict knew he should be worried but couldn't feel anything is extremely concerning.

26:30- Contemporary Jazz and Folk Style? Kate has a very specific taste. Oh, THAT's the worldview wash. IS IT WORKING? YES, IT WORKED. NOW FIND CONSTANCE. Rhonda looks disgusted with herself, I can't. This is hilarious. NUMBER 2 IS GONNA BE SO UPSET. "I'm Vibing"- please.

29:00- Jillson and Jackson do not tattle. Curtain is clearly evil and you deserve better. Oh dear. Now we're getting our drama! OH NO. NO. THEY DIDN'T GET CONSTANCE YET. PFFFT- WAIT THAT WAS THEIR WHOLE PLAN? JUST TO RUN AT HIM AND TACKLE HIM TO THE GROUND? AND IT SORT OF WORKED? Except for Jillson's shoulder. Love the team rocket energy. YES KIDNAP CURTAIN PLAN IS BACK!

31:00- I love how Nicholas is totally willing to kidnap Curtain if they can stay together. He just really wants to be with his family.

32:00- Not the creepy mirror talk again Curtain. If you keep doing that you might accidentally hypnotize yourself. Actually, you know what, keep it up. Maybe once you are frozen, SQ can finally leave you. Oh, Curtain's not feeling it anymore, he's actually worried. I like that they are showing this. He's questioning himself even for a brief moment. Is he worried about Nicholas or SQ? They said he was on a walk so it's implied that SQ took the "happiness" too. FLOWER DELIVERY? "Oh I see". I can't with this. It's like the "Acid?" from season 1, just way too perfect. Wait a minute, DUSKWORTH? Ooooo.... I vaguely remember that from the book. So it will probably be important.

33:00-34:00- NICHOLAS LOVINGLY PATTING HIS BROTHER IN THE BAG I CAN'T- AND THEY JUST CRASH THROUGH THE GATES HAHA. No, Jackson and Jillson, my people, don't say anything. Just announce that Dr. Curtain's final wishes were to put you in charge. Don't fumble the bag.

34:25- They are sleeping on top of Curtain? Like he's a mattress? This is hilarious. NICHOLAS NO. NOT THE NECK. WHAT ABOUT CONSTANCE? Oh, dear. Nathaniel better have some remorse and concern about his son. Wait, that's it?

Well, I guess they really, REALLY couldn't get SQ's actor back. That is the most disappointing thing. But I love where this is going. Seeing the adults in brainwash mode was hilarious. Curtain's "oh, I see" after the flower delivery was amazing. Also, the fact that he didn't recognize Kate's voice. I wonder if Curtain will actually feel bad about his brother and niece being frozen. I wonder if he actually cares about where his off-screen son is right now. I suppose we will find out. Also excited to meet number 2's family and get her name reveal. Hopefully, we will also see Martina and Garrison again.

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secretficsbitch · 5 months ago

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Long Way From Litigation

“It will take him awhile to warm up to you.” Sheryl said. “His last paralegal didn’t meet expectations, to put it politely.” She added. “He may never warm up to you, but he’s certainly always fair.” She walked me down the long hall quickly, her shoes echoing against the marble and her short legs keeping an impressive pace. I hustled behind her until she stopped at a large, dark wood door. There were half height windows continuing for about 6 feet on either side of the door. She opened the door to show a small outer office with an empty desk on the right side. The rear wall was lined with windows with the blinds drawn and included a door matching the one that we just passed through. She gestured toward the door. “Welcome to 1 Hogan Place, honey.”

Sheryl walked away after I nodded in understanding. I took a deep breath and knocked. The deep sound echoed through my chest. God, I hope this guy doesn’t fire me immediately.

“Come in.” A voice quickly answered. I pushed my shoulders back and my head up before I pushed the door open. The man was hunched over a pile of papers. He lifted his head slightly and met my eyes. “How can I help you?” He asked.

“My name is Nora. Nora Clearing. I’m your new paralegal.” I said.

“Oh, of course.” He said as he stood quickly. He strided across the room to me and extended his hand. “I apologize,” He shook my hand quickly. “I forgot you were starting today. I’m Rafael Barba.” He gestured toward one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”

The room had a large desk to the right, a couch and table with four chairs on the left, and a large bookshelf on the back wall adjacent to the desk. It had the feel of a classic academia office. It seemed to match the man quite well. I took a seat in one of the leather chairs.

“We just caught a new case, and the arraignment is in an hour.” He said looking down at the documents he was looking at when I walked in. “I know you’ve been a paralegal for quite some time, but I don’t know much about you otherwise.” He set the papers down. “What kind of law were you in?” He asked.

“Defense.” I answered.

“Defense?” He gave me a look.

“Insurance defense litigation.” I clarified.

“Is this going to be out of your comfort zone?” He asked.

“I try not to do things in my comfort zone, but I do have some experience with sexual crimes.” I explained. “You’d be surprised what can trigger the personal liability line of your homeowners insurance.” I said with a smile. “Is it common practice for someone on your team, specifically a paralegal, to be hired without you knowing anything about them?” I asked, leaning forward.

“That’s a good question.” He chuckled. “I hired my last paralegal and she was garbage, so I left the job to Human Resources. I obviously don’t choose well.” He explained.

“Obviously?” I questioned.

“She bragged about being a paralegal for 25 years and about how she worked at daddy’s firm, but couldn’t deliver in the slightest.” He rolled his eyes. “I hope you’re different.”

“Yikes.” I muttered. “I’ll be the first person to tell you that there are many things I don’t know.” He smiled. “A little humility goes a long way,” I added.

“What brought you to a prosecutor’s office?” He asked. He peeked at his watch.

“I wanted to my work to be more meaningful, I suppose.” He raised his eyebrows, as if asking me to elaborate. “I was sick of proving that people in minor fender benders weren’t injured. It was just people thinking they hit their big pay day everyday. The only cases I got anything from were the ones where people actually suffered some kind of loss.”

“Can you give me an example?” He asked.

“I actually had a case you might be familiar with.” I started. “A woman was repeatedly assaulted by her boss, a CEO for an anti-trafficking organization. She and many other women came forward about the assaults and brought a civil suit against the CEO, the organization, and every other organization he founded, along with all of the board members.” He leaned forward, his brow raised in a quizzical manner. He was intrigued. “We represented her and her insurance company on the counter suit that was filed against her by the organization.”

A wave of realization seemed to come over him. “Oh, was that Morris and Blane?” He asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “We got the counter claim dismissed, but the original suit is still going on along with the criminal investigation.”

“That’s a pretty high profile case.” He said. He looked at his watch again. “We’re coming up on the arraignment here soon. Do you have any trial experience?” He asked.

“Very little,” I answered. “Most of my castes settled, and the ones that did go to trial were in a jurisdiction that was too far for the firm to fund for a paralegal to attend.”

“Okay,” he said without skipping a beat. “I’m going to have you follow me to the arraignment then. I’m sure some of the detectives we work with will be there, so you can meet them as well.” He stood from his desk and gathered some pages, and put them into his brief case.

I stood with him. He moved to the door and I followed. “This will be your desk.” He gestured to the empty desk in the outer office as a we passed through the room. “Go ahead and leave anything that you need to and bring a notebook.” He said.

I left my jacket and bag at the desk and pulled out a legal pad and pen. Mr. Barba and I hurried down the hall and to the elevator. He pressed the number one, causing the elevator to jolt into motion. “I’m going to throw you to the wolves a bit here.” He said in an apologetic tone. “Trial by fire is the only way to learn what you need to learn in the time you need to learn it.” He added, “You’re a long way from litigation now, Nora.” He smirked.

*****

Let me know if you’d like a part two.

#law and order svu #rafael barba

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lunaxriax · 1 year ago

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Odd numbers for Happymeal.

distract me pls

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

*holds up a mirror to your face* Hi hello hey, look here please.

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

Cat, naturally. Unless humans would start to meow all of a sudden.

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

Maybe, a little. Not really the falling in love part but more getting hurt because of it.

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

Yes.

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

Mine, yours and that's about it.

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

So far, I think so yes.

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

Rottweiler? I mean a poodle is cute I guess, but I can't see myself walking around with a poodle.

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

Art museum definitely!

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

For years!

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

Oh god no.

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

Maybe? Marriage is something that needs to be thought about properly, not just dive in like that.

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

Just one.

25: What’s on your mind?

Food, to be honest. I'm hungry.

27: What is your favorite color?

Green.

29: Who are you texting?

You!

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

More than once. It's not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you.

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

Yeah, you do.

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

Yikes. That wouldn't sit well with me. And I'd be very petty about it.

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

I might hope it's more than just friends >.>

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

Nope.

41: Where’s your last bruise located?

I think it was somewhere on my leg. From walking into something. Yes, I'm very graceful.

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

When I still lived with my parents.

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

Yeah, my sneakers. Very comfy. Doesn't everyone have a favourite pair of shoes though?

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

I think I'd look ridiculous, to be honest.

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

Yes, every room in my place has a door but I never close them.

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

I do. I love the spending money part but not the actual shopping part.

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

It depends. Who it is and the reason for the goodbye.

55: How is your hair?

Pretty fabulous if you ask me.

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

I'd like to think they can. At least I have hope for that.

59: Green or purple grapes?

Green!

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

Yes, in your hot tub!

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

See answer above

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

Erm, not really. I have a terrible memory.

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Come over here and we'll find out.

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Yes. When I tried to reconnect with my mother.

71: How many fingers do you have?

Still have all ten of them!

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

Because things just didn't work out.

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

With some of them, yes.

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

Nope.

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

Just one.

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

Yep!

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

Of course I would.

87: Who was your last received call from?

You again, would you look at that.

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

Patience

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

When it's hot, yes.

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

I don't think so.

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

Now why would that be a problem. It'd be great.

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

Nope ;)

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'm not entirely sure if I do or not. I guess it's possible? Though, I'm somewhat convinced you need to get to know someone a little at least before you can feel love for them.

#officerconners #( Jisung; replies )#// Thank you bb! ♡

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ladyazulina · 1 year ago

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Linney's Campaign

Masterpost

Let's find out!

Though, first of all, I think I'm waiting to pass to the second tick to start posting the first. I have one part ready, the immediate continuation of this one, but... I don't know, don't ask me.

Importance notice, though. I would love to let you all be in control of most creation, but for that, I first need to know who's there waiting for the opportunity. I know I will be able to do it live someday, but until then, here's where we meet.

In the last part I wrote, there was an unknown person, marked as [X] in the writing (was really exciting, though). The only thing I know about them is their job (role: mailperson). What else is there to know? That's what you're going to accompany me today, I will make that townie right now.

First throw, fantastical ancestry; 2d10 dice, 74, and it says they are... an ORC. OMG, they're so BIG. I know an orc I like, it's from a webtoon, 1HP Club.

Now let's see what the Spirit of the Forest says... are they magical or not? The dice said 63, and the Spirit said yes. Let's throw for the kind of magic, yeah? Between the 26 (13) different types of magic, the specified throw (the oracle was the one with all the skills, but I only wanted the magical types) gave me a 17, that one is the ✨🌈 Rainbow Magic 🌈✨

What are the possible names for this Orc? 65, those are... Morel, Orion, or Potoo, and I'm already leaning towards Orion. I love space-ish things, don't judge me.

Their job, we know that already, a mailperson.

Their age is, uh 50- young adult. Everyone is young adult, omg (not that I'm complaining, not at all).

Finally! Their real pronouns are... 42 - AHA! Orion is he / him.

And his gender presentation should go accordingly- 88... Other, again? Linney's already other... Uh, do I want this? It's enough that he's an orc, isn't it? Let's go with masculine without feeling guilty.

Oh, I always throw for how many traits the townies will have with the action dice (1d6), 1-2 means 1, 3-4 means 2, and 5-6 means three, so let's see that first. How many traits, how many traits?~ Ugh, fine! Only one. Which trait, which trait?~ 11, that is... bold! How an orc I think should be~

When's his birthday? 07, pretty soon! Spring 7, in a week! Yikes...

What would be his charm points, uhm? 69, a narrow frame. Uuh, I think I can see that.

Now it's his hobby... 99! Uh, those last 12 hobbies are repeated and I haven't made new hobbies to replace them, so I will throw again. 55, that sounds better, though the matches are putting me on edge, haha! Model trains! Owns, like trains. How patient should he be, uh?

What more can I decide now? Oh! Of course, how he will be his relationship with Linney, that will help me a lot while writing with him. 89, that can be creepy, let's see. Like family! Owwww, that's cute! That means that Orion will likely be really motivated to help Linney in their endeavors! We already have a friend, people!

Something else to find right now? Favorite location? Maybe we can find out about that later, no other Linney's townies have favorites in their sheets right now, so...

Okay, so we finished with Orion! Because yes, he will be called Orion. I'm going to share a proper character sheet when I found him in a picrew. Though now I'm noticing that I did the second townie (the first one Linney encounters) on my own and never shared their character sheet... Uh, am I forgetting things already? How come?

Well! That was all for today's endeavor! Hope you have liked it. I definitely adore making characters at random, they give me their vibes and I can pull things I never thought about before! If you would like to have more control over some townies, let me know and maybe I will let you all make the next one. Who knows, maybe you even can influence their behavior too! You definitely can with Linney, if you're around when I need some ideas.

Hope to come back again soon!

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jq37 · 3 years ago

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 1

Meet the Maidens

It is back to school baby, both for D20 and, funnily enough, myself as well (something I hope will give me more time to get the recaps out in a timely manner fingers crossed).

As I’m sure you all know if you’re reading this, this season of D20 takes place in the world of Fantasy High but with a focus on Aguefort’s OTHER most badass adventuring party who we’ve so far only seen on the sidelines, the Seven Maidens! You’ll recall, they’re made up of the seven girls who were captured by Penelope and co. to fulfill the prophecy that would let Kalvaxus rule the world freshman year. And, in fact, we start with a flashback to freshman year so let’s just jump right in.

We find our seven soon-to-be heroines chained in the Red Waste in front of what we know and they will shortly learn in Kalvaxus’ lair--a crucial part of the prophecy that was the subject of season 1. The structure of this episode is sort of like 2 rounds of introductions--first here with the maidens meeting each other for the first time and then again at home with their families a la the first episode of Freshman Year so I’ll be glossing over certain things that we’ll get to later in their second intros.

Anyway, the first two to wake up are Danielle (aka Yelle: half-elf, druid) and Zelda (satyr, barbarian as we know). Zelda is her usual, adorably nervous self in contrast to Yelle who is no less sweet but in a super chill, granola girl, fuck the system kind of way. We actually learn that Penelope had her on board with the plan for a hot second when she thought it was just “overthrow the government” but didn’t know about the “install a just as bad if not worse evil dragon overlord” part.

Ostentatia (dwarf, cleric) wakes up next and is, as Izzy--her player--describes her “Jersey Trash.”, all blinged up with jewelry that she secretly made herself and didn’t buy. She wakes up pissed and ready to bodyslam Aelwyn which are both extremely valid emotions as much as I love Aelwyn. By the way, all of the girls recognize each other as girls who go to their school but none of them are really friends though they very quickly start throwing the label around because that’s what you do when you wake up chained with 6 other people in front of a dragon’s lair in a place called the Red Waste.

Katja (half-orc, fighter) wakes up and immediately cares about nothing more than the status of her beloved horse, Cinnamon and declares that if Cinnamon dies, she’ll die. This is a fantasy world so Ostentatia and Danielle are a little concerned that might literally be true via a soul bond or something but it’s more that Katja just really, really loves that horse. Danielle tries to cast a spell to locate the horse but can’t get the somatic components quite right with her hands manacled.

They all get into a discussion about the fact that everyone for a fact knows they’re all virgins now (you know, the real issue here) and what exactly counts as “virginity” for the purposes of this prophecy (like, does second or third base count or only traditional home runs using the baseball analogy) when Penny wakes up and is, just so excited to be here gang! Penny (halfling, rogue), who is one of the girls who has been kidnapped the longest, is adorably and honestly a bit concerningly exuberant to be surrounded by all these new friends, totally disregarding the fact that they are clearly in some deep shit. Zelda mentions that Riz, her old babysitee, knows they’re kidnapped and is trying to help and she lights up.

Next up is Sam (water genasi, sorc/bard) who immediately starts thrashing to get out of her chains and, when she can’t get free, is devastated by the fact that her ex betrayed her (!?) Finally Antiope (human fighter/ranger) wakes up all out of sorts having started her growth spurt while in the crystal and also having needed to pee right before she went in which becomes a problem all over herself (which Sam helpfully cantrips away).

With all of them awake, the stones they’re chained to light up and some of Kalvaxus’ minions (the ones who tied them up) show up to do minion speechifying. Yelle does a horrifying Animorph style morph into a waterbear (a tardigrade if you wanna get all Bio 101) to get out of her bonds but then Sam who has a serious one track mind re: getting out of here (Correct) and has exactly zero patience for these guys casts Tidal Wave and just knocks them off the cliff. Yelle frees Ostentatia who frees everyone else with Animate Object on their chains. Hands free, Yelle also casts Locate Animal and tells a very pleased Katja that Cinnamon is doing a full Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron down the highway searching for her.

The girls decide to explore the cave which has recently had most of its treasure moved (it’s currently in the gym for the Prompocolypse fight which is currently happening). Penny and Sam (who are in insanely different emotional places) find all these broken mirrors which Sam takes as a cue that they need to GTFO (which is what she was already doing) and Penny thinks would make a great material for friendship bracelet making which she starts doing as Sam physically pulls her away. Sam hears someone doing post-cry sniffles and is like, “Not today Satan,” still trying to leave. However, Penny sees that there is one mirror left and, inside, sees a ethereal looking human with flowing, preternatural, black hair who senses their presence and asks if Penny is someone named Anima. She asks for their names though she declines to give hers (hmm, feels very fae) and the girls give the fake names of Kelly and Cecelia which the figure says she will guard and not misuse. The figure says she is looking for her sisters (who she says when Penny asks are at Aguefort which...hmmmmm) and, all of a sudden, Sam and Penny are having a bad feeling about those mirror shards.

They ask her a question about the mirror and she gets really aggro when it’s referred to as “her” mirror as she would very much like to be out of it. The woman really wants to get out and says she can give them lots of power if they help. Sam pulls out her compact Mirror of the Past (magic item that does basically what you’d expect--shows you info from something’s past though in a cryptic way usually) to try and get some info on this thing and just barely avoids losing her mind in the process because this thing is ancient. Like eons old. She also learns the woman’s name (or maybe title): The Ending of Things (will be calling her Ending for now).

Yikes!

Right around now the other girls come in and can see at the angle they’re looking at her at the woman in the mirror is Not Really A Person and Antiope points at her and reflexively casts a ranger sense spell to try and clock its weaknesses and stuff but Ending grabs the spell energy like a lasso and tries to drag her into the mirror. She does however find out that she’s stacked with hella resistances (total immunity to necrotic damage and non-maj weapons, resistance to most elemental damage, and more).

Sam briefly considers using Lightning Lure to pull Antiope back before deciding on a much less ouchy Counterspell. Unfortunately, it’s not strong enough and now she’s being pulled in by her spell energy too. Yelle casts Erupting Earth which has some pros and cons.

Pros: Antiope and Sam are saved! Yay!

Cons: The mirror breaks and whatever was in it is fully freed. Not yay!

Shortly after (but not before Penny gives everyone their new friendship bracelets), someone calls into the cave looking for them--it’s Fig’s mom, Sandra-Lynn (with new art)! She’s happy and impressed that everyone is OK (also, Katja and Sam both have little lines that foreshadow their ~parental issues~ for the season--Katja being very moved by the simple act of Sandra-Lynn showing up for them and Sam saying that in her experience moms can be very evil).

As they all leave the cave, they all do checks and get some info:

Ostentatia: The mirror was kinda like a palimpsest (the crystals they were trapped in) and whatever this thing is is ancient and powerful.

Yelle: Gets the above info and the fact that when the thing left it wasn’t quite a bad vibe, just the vibe that something big and important is at play.

Penny: On an Arcana check she knows that what Danielle did 100% saved Antiope and Sam’s lives from whatever and wherever was on the either side of the mirror but the contact marked them in some way.

Katja: With History she sees some Primordial writing which is the writing of elementals (one of the things Ending has resistances to which might be relevant; also Sam reads Primordial but doesn’t get to read what it says)

Antiope: She knows that she and Sam are connected to Ending now somehow but it’s a two way connection which means they can also use it to their advantage.

Ostentatia casts Mending on the mirror shards which I think was to reconstruct the mirror but what it actually does is someone link their friendship bracelets. Cute!

And, with that, we cut to the present a year and a half later (which is Jr or Sr year for everyone).

We hop from kid to kid as they get ready to head in to school and get glimpses into their homes lives! Let’s do a quick rundown for each girl:

Antiope Jones

We see that Antiope is the youngest of five in what is essentially a military family full of basically every kind of fighter (she says she basically lives in a “Crossfit box”). There’s an 8 year gap between her and her sister Corsica who is the second youngest so her parents are kind of already living like empty nesters. When she comes downstairs she is promptly handed a protein smoothie and told two pieces of info: (1) from Corsica she learns that she overheard at school --where she teaches--that Aguefort needs to talk to her for some reason but she won’t say why which annoys the crap out of Antiope and (2) her parents lined up an internship for her at the Ministry of Adventure. She and her mom verbally spar a bit about them being all up in her life and how stressed she is and how she likes what she has going now with the Seven but her mom wins ofc because she’s a Mom and also a master tactician with a deft hand for loving mom guilt. On the way to school her bros (who include a gunslinger and an eldritch knight cause they run the whole gamut of fighter classes) Facetime her like, “Yikes Ant, heard about what happened with Mom, this is why you don’t fight her lmao.”

Sam Nightingale

This is a heavy one so strap in.

We check in with Sam who isn’t at her own family’s home but at Penelope’s family home which is off the bat eyebrow raising. It’s an upper middle class house and, on the way down, she has to pass Penelope’s bedroom which is conspicuously empty. Downstairs she’s greeted by Penelope’s human mom Rebecca who she learns is moving out soon because her elf husband is both cheating on her while away in Falinel and starting the divorce process. Sam clearly sees Penelope’s mom as a surrogate mom (for reasons we’ll learn in a second) and goes full ride or die assuring her that her ass is better than the ass of the woman he’s cheating with and offering to help burn his stuff even though drowning is more her specialty (she’s so cool). She also is a little stricken at the thought of Rebecca leaving her in the house alone but Rebecca says she can come with if she wants, she just didn’t want to disrupt her school life.

She also tells Rebecca that her bio-mom called recently which immediately sets Sam off. Through the convo we learn a couple of things:

Sam used to be an actor it seems.

And it seems like she was kicked out of the house after she transitioned or something similar which is why she lives with the Everpetals.

Now that it’s more “fashionable” to to be trans (her mom’s words, not mine) she wants Sam to talk to her so they can get her back in the game.

Sam is having none of that and tells Rebecca to just delete her mom’s number. Then they have a cathartic session of burning her cheating husband’s shit before Sam leaves in Sebastian--her sentient, seafoam blue, self-driving car with a very hot male voice which I am extremely jealous of. She picks up Zelda on the way to school and they commiserate a little and have a heart to heart about adults and change and how much Zelda wants to body slam Sam’s mom.

Penny Luckstone

Penny’s house is a whirlwind of activity and her harried parents get her and her 19 young siblings ready for school (no wonder she’s such a good babysitter). We see where Penny gets her type-A ness from as her mom and dad both have this cheerful but overworked energy of “EVERYTHING IS FINE” like that Good Place sign. Her mom spares a second to tell her that she recently got a letter for The Society of Shadows which is like a super secret rogue college (which her parents assume is legit even though they haven’t heard of it cause they’re Mumple people and also, if you've heard of a rogue school, how good could it really be?) Penny is excited except that it would mean she’d have to move and leave her party. Her mom is like “hey it’s a full ride and there are 20 of you guys so just take that into consideration but it’s ultimately your decision” before she dashes away to get to work because it is always Go Go Go with the Luckstones. She texts Sam for a ride and Sam swings by to grab her. This is not plot relevant but she has a booster seat in the back of Sebastian with her name carved into it and it’s important to me that you know that.

Katja Cleaver

Next up is Katja who lives in a Richie Rich style mansion and comes from very old money as she is descended from one of the first adventurers in Solace. She is in the barn with Cinnamon and the bugbear farrier they have employed (her name is Gertrude and a farrier is someone who does horseshoes). She eats the same breakfast as Cinnamon (hot dry oats and berries baybee) wo she loves so so dearly. Cinnamon is a magical horse--basically like a Find Steed spell that’s on all the time. She’s modeled the horse in her fave book series--the Babysitter’s Horse of course. Lockwood, the staff’s hobgoblin butler, is also there and they get a fantasy Zoom call from Katja’s dad who is in the middle of the insane 20th level adventurer stuff which he says might make him miss her graduation. She is extremely disappointed but just barely hides it from her dad (who seems to really care despite his not being around). She can’t hide it from the staff or Cinnamon however and Cinnamon offers to give her a ride to school via the scenic route.

Note: We also learn two sad facts about Katja from the conversation with her dad.

Her mother is Disney Princess dead* and

She wears one half of a friendship necklace and it seems like she’s waiting for someone to give the other half to. It’s implied earlier that the way Penelope got her was by promising to be her best friend. Sad!

*Edit: Well, she’s gone and we’ll leave it at that until next recap.

Ostentatia Wallace

Ostentatia wakes up and goes downstairs to have a very high energy in both directions interaction with her very fantasy-Italian mom and grandma. Her grandma is concerned her beard isn’t coming in--not knowing she shaves it on purpose which her mom is like, “Listen it’s fine but don’t tell grandma it’ll kill her.” She clocks very quickly that her dad isn’t there and his mithril working tools are gone. Her mom tries to play it off but she knows she’s being lied to and her mom relents. Her dad is at a meeting with the other workers of the shut down mithril factory and negotiations have ceased. It looks like he’s gonna be long term out of work. That explains where her dad is but not why the tools are missing. She decides to go do some investigating on her own and ambushes her dad in his car where, with the inaugural nat 20 of the season, she realizes he pawned his tools to get her 5 revivify diamonds. She's upset by this and he’s upset that she’s, in his eyes, questioning his ability to take care of his family. She’s like, alright, you did a thing for me, I’ll do a thing for you and she casts Animate Object to make his stuff steal itself back in a sequence that involves an animated crowbar using another crowbar which is just wild.

Danielle Barkstock

I’m gonna be real, Danielle’s life is exactly how you assume it is based on Who She Is As A Person so this one will be real short. Eco-friendly off the grid geodesic yurt. One super chill peace and love elf sorc mom and one rough and tough human ranger mom. She also knows and helps the Cubbies with their anarchist machinations because yeah, duh. She gets some messages from school on her crystal--one being a message from the principal saying that she and the rest of her party have first period off to meet with him and the other being a newsletter from the school showing, among other things, a photo of the Druid class doing a project but she’s not in it for some reason. She texts one of the other druids to see if she can figure out why she wasn’t invited but fully gets left on read. Brutal. Of course, she hasn’t messaged that person in 6-8 months so maybe that’s why.

Anyway, with that, all seven of our maidens make it to school and are all exuberant to see each other in a very teen girl way before getting to the principal’s office and learning that their party will be broken up at the year!

Bad!

Superlatives

I wanted to do something a little different for these recaps than the Bad Kid ones so instead of Honor Roll/Detention we are doing Superlatives and the inaugural one goes to...

Sam: Most Like To Survive a Horror Movie

Man she woke up chained in a ritual magic circle and she was Ready To Go Immediately. You will not catch this girl doing horror movie victim BS like exploring the spooky house or giving the creepy obvious ghost the time of day. She is hyper-competent and her goal is making it out alive and dragging her friends with her. Love her.

Random Thoughts

The season immediately starts with a bang or I should say a bing with Izzy trying to say “bling bang” and accidentally saying, “bling bing” and immediately getting roasted by everyone. I love the authentic girl group vibes (which include everyone clowning on her then immediately hyping up Zelda to the max after being way more awkward).

Handshake meme with Danielle and Moonshine from Naddpod. Also, Cinnamon and Horse from Centaurworld.

I love that Rekha and Erika just straight up were like, “Our characters are Asian”. Like obviously, make your characters Asian coded in your fantasy world--all my D&D characters are black like me--but it’s funny that they completely disregarded the, “There’s no Asia in this world so I guess they’re this world’s equivalent to--” Nah just, “I’m a half-elf and I’m Asian.” You love to see it.

I absolutely LOVE the choices the cast made to flesh out their characters based on the little info Brennan had about them, none moreso than rich horse girl Katja. Rekha is a genius.

“I only want one thing and he’s working” KATJAAAAAAA

Man if I was in that flashback I would have been wilding out so much with my flashback plot armor.

I appreciate that the first thing that Aabria has Antiope do is extremely uncool. I love it when players aren’t concerned about just being cool and on point all the time. Sometimes (read: often) that’s the less interesting choice.

But on the exact opposite side, she’s a ranger and an arcane archer which I think is extremely cool. Lmao also I didn’t mention in the recap but she HATES dragons now which, understandable. I’m guessing they're her favored enemy.

I can’t wait to see another group of kids interact w/ madman Aguefort.

Also, as a known Aelwyn-stan, I am very excited for the possibility of the Seven interacting with her cause as much as I love her they are under no obligation to acknowledge her redemption arc and I would love to see them throw hands.

I love the Greek myth naming scheme of Antiope’s extremely cool family as with her on the spot nickname “L-Cab” short for long caboose since she’s the youngest by a mile.

Also this is out of character not in character but Sephie is an extremely cool nickname for Persephone.

I wonder why Brennan didn’t let Sam read the Primordial in the cave. He just glossed right past her saying that she speaks it and she didn’t push it. Would it have solved his entire plot in the span of a flashback or was he just keeping things moving?

Sidenote, if I was married to an elf man and worried about aging like Rebecca, I would simply become a druid (or a monk or up my wizard levels so I could learn True Polymorph or Wish or something).

I wonder what the deal with Ending is. She seemed relatively sincere in the mirror but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be sincere and also Very Bad News.

There is an offhand comment by Brennan about how the dwarf forge god gives spells but doesn’t talk to his followers which I think means that Ostentatia is gonna be getting a direct god call soon enough.

Also she mentions that her dad is doing some criminal activity on the side which seems like a Problem for later. Honestly all of the kids have some pretty rich parent drama happening which should be interesting to see explored.

No nat 1s this ep and 1 nat 20 as I mention from Ostentatia.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #the seven #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

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kimmietea · 4 years ago

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Double Yikes! Part 2 (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: Continuation of Double Yikes! Part 1

Warnings: Uhhhh.... Well I don't want to give anything away so...Read at your own risk

Continuation of Yikes! and Double Yikes! Part 1

A/N: Ok I know it's been a LONG time coming but I believe you will all think it was well worth the wait. Now I recommend you reread the whole Yikes! series before you read this one BUT it's not necessary. I've included a bit of where we last left off so you're all not completely lost. Thank you so much for those of you how stuck by and waited this thing out. I debated on telling you all this BUT I do have an idea for anther part... Reader goes to "help" Ben babysit. I haven't started it and I have no idea if I ever will but the idea is there and I promise if I do decide to do it I will write the entire thing first before posting so no one has to wait. Ok no more rambling lets get to it! Don't forget to tell me what you think and Italics is reader thinking to herself in her head!! Enjoy!!

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"Thank you Ben, I had a really great time." He took a small step forward and placed one hand on your hip, your heart sped up. His hand felt heavy and the heat coming from him being so close spread through your entire body.

"So did I. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me tonight. I never do this kind of thing but I couldn't leave your office without a definite way to see you again." He laughed a little to ease his nerves, his head leaning slightly closer to you.

Oh god ok, breath

"Well I'm very glad you did." You said, much softer than you intended. Ben had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes traveled over your face, landing on your lips. He was close and you could feel his breath across your face again, like at the restaurant. His heavy hand still firm on your hip, his thumb now rubbing along soothingly.

Please kiss me

He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, letting the tips of his fingers run over your cheekbone.

Pleeeease kiss me

You took a chance and placed your hand at the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine in his hair. He smiled and licked his lips.

PAH-LEEAS KISS ME DAMN IT!

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" He whispered.

FUCKIN FINALLY!

Too afraid you'd actually say what you were thinking, you nodded. He smiled and leaned in slowly to close the space between you. You instantly felt an electric shock travel through you causing you to move closer towards him and tug on his hair. He moaned into the kiss and slid his hand from your hip to your back, pulling you flush against him.

You sighed at the feeling of him being pressed against you and your lips parted. Ben wasted no time and slid his tongue along yours. You moaned and let your unoccupied hand glide up his torso, feeling his tight muscles under his shirt to rest on his chest. Ben's hand that was near your face moved to join his other on your back.

Your entire body was on fire, your head spinning, either from the intensity of the kiss or the lack of oxygen, you weren't sure. Just when you were about to pull back to see if he wanted to move things inside, he slid one of his hands down to rest on the curve of your ass.

You whined and pushed back into his hand. He moaned and gripped your ass roughly, causing you to involuntarily snap your hips forward into his. He moaned again and finally pulled away. Ben was panting heavily, his lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed and warm. You were sure you looked the same.

Alright, say something cool and invite him inside

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"I can't do this." Your heart dropped and you could feel the color drain from your face.

But...but things were going so well. What happened? How did i fuck this up?

You could feel tears start to prick behind your eyes.

Do NOT cry in front of him!

“Right, ok.” You nodded sadly and stepped back, away from him. His hands fell from you and you reached for your keys.

"Wait Y/N, that came out wrong." He grabbed your hand and tried to get you to look at him. You shook your head, putting your keys in the lock and unlocking the door.

"No Ben, it's fine. You don't want to. I get it. No big deal." You managed to get out, finally looking up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"But that’s just it, I do want to! Believe me, I do! God I've only been thinking about it since the moment i fuckin saw you." He laughed at himself and you felt a little better.

"Of course I want to. I mean it's obvious I want to." He gestured vaguely to his crotch where there was a definite bulge. You let your eyes glance down quickly.

God if he's that big after just a kiss I could only imagine...no no, time to focus stop it!

"But I'm supposed to be the perfect gentleman tonight, that’s what I meant, and that is definitely not the gentlemanly thing to do on the first date, as much as I'd love to." He paused.

"Maybe on the second date." He chuckled.

"You want a second date?" You asked, hopeful.

"Of course I do. I had an amazing time. You're smart, well spoken, gorgeous and funny as hell. And that kiss! I absolutely need more of that in my life." You laughed and he took a tentative step towards you. When you didn’t step away he wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head against his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Forgive me?"

You smiled up at him and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again. It was softer this time, slower. He pulled away gently and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

"Can I call you tomorrow?" He whispered.

"Definitely."

Alright if this isn't happening tonight i need to go inside before i start begging

You pecked his soft lips one last time and backed away from him. He took your hand in his before you were completely out of reach.

"Now I need to try to get to my car without any of your neighbors seeing me and think I'm some perv walking around your building with a damn hard on." You barked out a laugh and covered your face with your hand. When your eyes met his again that same look from the car and the restaurant was back. The butterflies also made a comeback.

We were just making out! What's with the butterflies! He is going to be the death of me, I swear.

"Goodnight beautiful, I’ll talk to you tomorrow." He said, kissed your hand.

“Goodnight Ben.” You said and he turned to leave. You entered your apartment and leaned against the door. You let out a frustrated groan.

UGGH. Damn you and your grogeous fuckin face and your perfect gentleman shit, your perfect lips and hands.

You were beyond sexualy fusterated and kicked your shoes off, tossed your purse on the table and went to the kitchen. You looked out the window over the sink just in time to see Ben get to his car. You watched him get in but he didn’t pull away.

I wish he would just come back up here and…

You ran to your purse and grabbed your cell, pressing Ben’s number. You had an idea. It rang twice before he answered.

“Miss me already love?” He joked down the line. His voice sounded so much deeper over the phone and you clenched your legs together. You walked back into the kitchen to watch out the window. He was still there.

“Something like that.” You laughed. “About that second date you mentioned.

“Absolutely, anytime.” You smirked.

“How about in about 10 minuntes?” He laughed

Oh that laugh

"10 minutes huh? Yeah, I think i'm free. What did you have in mind?" You started to make a pot of coffee and cleaned the small pile of dishes in the sink.

"I was thinking coffee maybe? I know this great little spot, super cheap but very good and it's incredibly close by." His deep chuckle made your heart jump and a wide grin spread across your face.

"Perfect. I'm on my way back up." You watched his car door open.

"Wait, give me 10 minutes to change."

"Change? I thought we were just having coffee at your place."

"No, we are. I just want to change." You finished the dishes and went to your room to pick up the clothes on the floor and somewhat make your bed.

"No way." He laughed.

"What?" You asked confused and threw the towels from your shower earlier in the hamper.

I should stop being such a slob

"That's not fair, I can't change."

"But this dress is killing me." You took a look around the room and figured it was good enough.

"Then why did you wear it tonight?"

"Cause I look hot in it!" You explained with a laugh and went back to the kitchen to look for something to have with your coffee. He hummed down the line and it made your toes curl causing you to stumble a little.

Christ, get it together

"Yeah you do."

Mmm he better get up here quick

"You have nothing in the car?" You asked, trying not to focus on the effect his voice alone had on you. You could hear rustling as he looked.

"I have gym clothes from earlier today. Would you like me to put those on?"

Oooh Ben in gym clothes...Ben at the gym, hot, sweaty, panting...tempting

"Depends? How bad do they smell?" You joked.

"Y/N!"

"Fine fine, I won't change. I guess 'Cafe Y/N' is open for business then."

"I'll be right up." He laughed.

I love how easy it is with him

You hung up and finished getting the coffee ready and set it, along with everything else on the small table in the kitchen and put some music on softly in the background. The knock at the door came and your entire body went cold.

Oh fuck why am I so nervous all of a sudden. Get your shit together. Let’s go!

You walked to the door and your heart began to race. If you didn’t know the cause then you’d be worried you were about to have a heart attack. A few more deep breaths, a quick adjustment to your dress and a hair check before you opened the door with fake confidence.

What the shit!

He left his jacket in the car and had untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it completely so the black tank top that was covering his chest could be seen. It also looked like he ran his hands through his hair, breaking it of its hold from whatever product he had used. Or maybe that was from you during the kiss earlier. Either way he looked incredible.

Fuckin hell

“I thought we weren’t changing.” You commented as cool as possible. He laughed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Your knees gave out slightly and you gripped the door tighter.

“I didn't change. I altered.” He smirked.

Wow second date Ben is a little cocky...I like

“Cheater, I can’t alter mine.” You joked and moved to the side letting him in. He kissed your cheek as he passed and walked inside.

“I can think of a few ways.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked, smiling to yourself and led him to the kitchen.

“Oh nothing.” His cheeks were pink, his lip bit between his teeth. You took a seat at the table and Ben took the seat closest to you, then moved it even closer, the sides of your thighs touching.

“So welcome to cafe Y/N.” You gestured to the table. “Where the coffee is decent and the cookies are probably stale and expired because I don’t remember buying them.” You laughed with a shrug. Time with Ben seemed to fly by. Before you knew it an hour had gone by. Your nerves had settled enough for you two to just sit, talk and joke freely while you sipped your coffee. Neither of you had dared to touch the cookies.

Ben was telling you about an audition he had coming up when the song changed over. ‘Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Roberta Flack started to play and your over anxious mind started to wander and you completely zoned out.

Things are so easy with him. It's never been like this with anyone before. I don’t want to be another notch. What if I never hear from him again after tonight?

“Y/N, you alright love?” Ben asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, his voice laced with concern.

Oh shit how long have I not been paying attention

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You shook your head to get rid of your self destructive thoughts.

No, things are different with Ben. This won't be the last time we see each other, I can feel it.

“You sure?” He asked, one hand on the back on your chair and the other now rubbing soothingly on your thigh. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m good. I promise. I think my hair is too tight.” You said and raised your arms to let it out of the bun. You pulled the hair tie and ran your fingers through your hair. You groaned as the tension in your head broke, relief washed over you. Because you put it up earlier when it was wet, it had dried in nice, flowing waves. You ran your hand though it a few more times before letting it settle over your shoulder. When your eyes landed on Ben again he was staring at you. A look of awe on his face. Now it was your turn to ask.

"You ok?" You asked with an amused smile.

"My god you are truly breathtaking." He breathed. It felt like the wind was knocked from you, hard to breath. Like when you were a kid roller skating and you fell on your bottom, your breath ripped from your lungs.

Well that’s different

You ducked your head, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your now red cheeks. Ben’s hand that was on the back of your chair moved to push your hair from your face and stayed on the slope of your neck.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” He said softly. The air in your small kitchen felt thick and heavy. The pull towards him that you were feeling all night was stronger now than ever. You heard the song switch over, ‘Movement by Hozier’. It only added to the charge in the room.

Perfect

His hand on your thigh moved just enough so the very tips of his fingers slid the tiniest bit under the hem of your dress. The heat from his hand spread though your entire body making you yearn for more of his touch. You pressed into his hand on your neck and he leaned forward. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck again, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, pressing your foreheads together. His hand moved from your neck to your hair, mirroring you. His other hand moved again, now the entire length of his fingers under your dress. Your eyes slipped shut and you took a shaky breath, you moved to let your lips touch his just the slightest bit, barely touching.

“I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.” He whispered against your lips.

“I don’t.” You whispered back. He pressed the smallest kiss to your lips before returning to just resting there.

“There’s something different about you.” He confessed.

Are you a mind reader

“It’s just...it’s easy with you.”

Definitely a mind reader

“You feel it too right? Please don’t say it’s just me?” Even with your eyes closed you could tell he had a worried expression on his beautiful face. He knew just what to say to make any worries you had vanish in seconds.

“No, It’s not. I feel it too.” You felt his lips stretch into a smile before he finally pressed them to yours in a proper kiss. It was nothing like the kiss at your door, that was soft and gentle. Now it was hot, needy and a little rough. Knowing you both were on the same page had changed things, you didn't need to be so cautious and nervous anymore.

Both of your hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at it gently only to be rewarded with the most amazing moans and groans from him. His hand moved from your hair down to your back pulling you closer to him, you would be flush against him if it wasn't for the angle you were sitting. His other hand moved to the inside of your thigh, gripping the soft flesh in his rough hand.

Come on just a bit higher

You're not sure how much time had passed but by the time he pulled away and moved to your neck, you were a panting mess. Your head was spinning as Ben nipped and kissed your neck, your breathing so uneven you could barely get any words together.

“Ben” You panted, he hummed against your skin in response but refused to detach himself. You moaned at the vibrations and you thought about how wonderful that would feel someplace else. Your hand tightened in his hair and he groaned, biting on your skin harder than before and tightening his grip on your thigh.

“Fuck, Ben.” He smirked against you and moved to your collarbone where he pressed soft kisses. The change helped to slow your breathing and stop your head from spinning so much. You tried to get his attention again.

“Ben” You managed to get out a whisper.

“What is it love?” He pulled back and looked into your eyes. They were just as stunning as the first time you saw them earlier that day. Same unplaceable green shade, only now much darker, filled with lust and desire. His face flushed and hair was a mess.

Fuck he is beautiful

“Bedroom?” You asked, hopeful. He smiled sweetly before pressing a kiss to your lips. He stood and held his hand out for you to take.

“Lead the way.” You stood on shaky legs and took his hand. You stumbled on the way to your room. Ben pressed himself fully against your back, his excitement for what was happening very evident. With his hands gripping your waist and his lips attached to your neck, you tried not to run into the door frame on your way into the room.

Once in your room Ben kicked his shoes off while continuing his endless stream of kisses and bites on your neck. He brushed your hair to one side and laid it over your shoulder, revealing your entire upper back to him. His hands gently touched and caressed the exposed skin everywhere he could. His lips flowing close behind, leaving soft kisses every place his hands touched.

Your skin was on fire, the wetness between your legs building with every press of his lips, a few more minutes and you'd feel it drip down your legs for sure. Ben moved his hands to the zipper on your dress and kissed his way to your ear.

"This okay?" He breathed and tugged on the zipper gently. You nodded, needing to feel his hands on your skin again. He slowly unzipped your dress, crouching to let his lips follow all the way to the end, at your lower back. When he stood again he brought his hands to your shoulders, gently pushing the straps down. You raised your arms, letting the dress drop to the floor and pool at your feet.

Your heart was racing as you stood there almost naked. Your nerves were skyrocketing. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. You felt Ben move from behind you to stand in front of you. His hand cupping the side of your face and his thumb running along your bottom lip.

"You alright my darling?" He asked gently. You took another deep breath and nodded, opening your eyes again.

"Nervous." You explained with a slight laugh. He chuckled and stepped in close.

"Don't be." He said. With his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes even darker than before, he let his eyes glace down to your body, drinking you in before meeting your gaze again.

"You're perfect."

Fuckin wet! My god I could probably cum from his voice alone.

He ran his hands over your now exposed sides and down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You slid your hands under his opened button down and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with your dress.

Oh pin me to the wall with those arms!

You shift your hands down to his waist, letting them skim over his muscled arms on the way. You pulled the tank up over his toned stomach and chest, he raised his arms to let you remove it and it joined the pile on the floor. Your nails scratch gently down his chest, to his waist where you made quick work of removing his belt and pants. You rubbed over his bulge and he moaned, grabbing your face and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

You continued to rub over him, feeling him grow harder as his tongue slid against yours. His hands moved from your face to your hair, he gripped a hand full and tugged gently. You hummed and squeezed him in your hand, he moaned and let one hand drop to your wrist, stopping you.

"Bed, now." He demanded, his eyes almost black, lips red and puffy and his breathing, much like yours was erratic.

Oh fuck, yes sir!

You jumped up on the bed, head propped up by the pillows. You let your eyes drift over his body as he stood by the side of the bed. He really was a sight. Every muscle sculpted to perfection, clear soft skin, you could go on for hours really. He looked at you with that small smirk of his that you were beginning to realise only came out when he was feeling a little brash.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just…” You let your eyes slowly rake over him again while you rubbed at your thighs. You licked your lips, making a show of it, before capturing the bottom one between your teeth.

“Admiring.” You finished in a sensual tone. He brushed a hand over his chest and stomach almost self-conscious or embarrassed before he joined you on the bed and crawled up your body until he reached your lips where he kissed you again. You let yourself melt into it, into him. Completely lost in the feel of his hands on your neck and face, the slick glide of his lips on yours. You didn't notice him maneuver himself so his leg was between yours until his knee was pressed hard against your center. You moaned loudly and grounded down against him. He moved his lips to your ear.

"That's it love, I wanna hear everything you've got." He whispered and moved his lips down, kissing over your collarbone to the tops of your breasts. His hands moved to your back, unclipped your bra and removed it completely. You sighed in relief, immediately followed by a moan as Ben took a nipple between his teeth. You arched into him suddenly desperate for more. Your hands flew to his hair as he started to suck.

“Oh fuck!” The feel of his tongue combined with the sensation of his sucking was driving you wild. You could feel your wetness start to soak through your underwear. He let his teeth scarpe over the sensitive bud before replacing his mouth with his hand and switching to the other. Your hands moved from his hair to his back where you ran your nails up and down. He dropped from his knees and rutted his hips against yours. His moan vibrated through your breast and over your entire body causing you to moan in turn. The pressure in your lower abdomen was growing at an alarming rate. The slick feeling between your legs almost like a slip and slide.

Christ am I about to cum from this alone!?

"Ben please….oh god...fuck Ben, stop stop! Please." He immediately stopped and looked up at you, worry etched in his features. You were sweaty and panting wildly, eyes screwed shut.

"Oh my god are you alright?"

Unable to form any words you nodded yes.

"Bad?" He asked fearfully.

"NO!" You shot up, eyes opened wide and almost headbutting him in the process.

Smooth

"Good! Very good, almost too good. “ You laid your head back down and closed your eyes again, trying to regain your breathing.

“I just...oh fuck, I just need a second. Holy fuck that has never happened to me before. This was all about to be over very quickly." You rambled. He threw his head back and laughed.

What I would give to make him laugh every day

"Oh, I like you." He sighed and moved his hand to gently caress over the side of your face. You cracked one eye open to look at him skeptically. A grin stretched across his face.

“What?” he chuckled. You closed your eyes again and made a face.

“I like you too.” You let out a squeak as he captured your lips with his once more. This kiss much like the one at the door, slow and sweet. You moaned, your hands sliding up and down his back encouragingly. He deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours with such passion it caused you to buck your hips just slightly into his.

I never want this to end

Ben pulled away placing sweet pecks to your lips before pushing himself up to his knees again.

“Shall we pick up where we left off?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Let's just stay clear of this area for right now.” You said gesturing to your chest. He hummed and brought a hand to the side of your breast and massaged it gently. A shiver ran through your body and you clenched your legs together.

“Fine, but next time I’m going to worship your gorgeous body and I’m spending extra time up here.”

Next time? Does he really mean that or is he just saying it?

“Next time?”

“Next time.” He promised leaning down to kiss you once more before trailing down to your neck. You brought your hands up to tangle in his hair as he bit at a sensitive spot.

"Oh fuck." You sighed. He hummed in response and ran his tongue over the bite.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He muttered into your skin, breathing in and taking in your scent. You shuddered at his words and whimpered when you raised your hips and was met with nothing as he hovered above you. He brought his lips up to your ear and took your lower lobe between his teeth. With one hand holding himself up he brought the other to the side of your neck. The heavy weight on your throat made your heart beat faster and your center throb. You covered his hand with yours and pressed, he got the hint instantly and tightened his grip. You moaned, bucking your hips again.

"Are you wet for me love?" He whispered, running his tongue along the shell of your ear. Unable to think clear enough to form words you nodded and whined.

"Use your words Y/N." His grip on your throat loosened and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes! So wet Ben, all for you." Your voice was hoarse. He smirked against your skin.

"That's my good girl." Your hand tightened in his hair at the praise. It was then you realized that you both still had your underwear on. That one final barrier keeping you from what you wanted.

"Ben... p-please." You pleaded. Desperate to get some friction, you rubbed your thighs together. Deciding to take some pity on you, he removed his hand from your throat and ran it down your body. Goosebumps followed in his wake, erupting over your skin. His hand slid between your legs and you gasped when it settled over your mound and the coolness of his fingertips touched the spot where you ached for him most.

You groaned and started to grind against his hand. His middle finger slipped under the cloth barrier and ever so slightly through your folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Ben come on." You bucked your hips to meet his hand as he pulled it away.

"All in good time love" He said with a grin and brought his finger up to his lips. You watched with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into his mouth. His eyes slid shut and he moaned around his finger. You had enough of his teasing and decided to move things along a little faster. You sat up as best you could and flipped you both over. You settled on top, your legs straddling his waist.

“Damn” He sighed and looked up at you in awe. You smirked and began to grind against him. You could feel his hardness growing more under you. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer as his hips met yours. The friction of your underwear rubbing against you was just what you needed. Before you got too close you stopped to shimmy his boxers down his muscular thighs, groaning at the site of his large cock, red at the tip and leaking. You licked your lips unconsciously and took him in your hand, he gasped and pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss you again. Groaning as you pumped him, he moaned loudly when he looked down and saw your hand wrapped around him.

The pink color high on his cheeks and the darker red spreading from his neck down his chest spurred you on. Feeling neglected you brought one hand to the front of your underwear and began slowly rubbing your clit in a circular motion. Ben’s eyes moved from your hand on him to your hand on yourself. He licked his lips and groaned at the sight. He took hold of both your wrists, stopping your motions and quickly flipped you both back to your original position. His beautiful jade eyes, impossibly dark and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, like he’s about to eat a delicious treat. He leaned down placing his lips briefly on yours before making his way south, showering your stomach with warm and wet opened mouth kisses. Your heart beating fast as he brushes his nose over your underwear, right above your mound. Your breath hitched as he places a long and chaste kiss upon it.

“Ben” You warned, having had enough of his torment. He chucked and pressed another kiss to your clothed core.

“Alright love, no more teasing.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your underwear, dragging them down your legs quickly and tossing them over his shoulder. He pulled your legs apart to make room for himself before he laid down on his stomach and pulled you closer to him.

“Goddamm,” he breathed, softly moving his finger up and down your folds, “You really are wet for me aren't you, beautiful? Fuck” he curses under his breath. You moved your hands to his hair and gave it a hard tug. His eyes slid shut and he let out the most pornographic growl yet and rutted his hips against the bed. You loosened your grip and just rested your hands on his head. His eyes slowly opened and traveled up your body to meet yours. You raised a questioning eyebrow, his face was red and flushed.

“So I have a thing about hair pulling.” He confessed with a shy smile.

“I see that.” Your hands raked gently through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed at the sensation. Without warning he threw your legs onto his shoulders and lowered his head. Your breath hitched before he’d even done anything making him chuckle between your thighs, his cool breath hitting your wetness. You gasped as his tongue pressed against your clit, swirling circles on the sensitive bud. His strong hand firmly on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Hummm,” the vibration makes your whole body tremble before Ben tilts his head to nibble softly at your inner tigh, “You taste fucking amazing,” he adds before diving back in. Relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair, he moaned against you.

“Plea- Oh, fuck.” Your voice dies in a gasp and your back arches as he delves his tongue in, caressing your most sensitive parts and it feels soft and wet and silky. It tingles and you struggle to breathe as he meticulously swirls his tongue all over. You had never been so sensitive before, so responsive.

He definitely knows what he’s doing

You notice he ruts against the mattress every so often to get some relief for himself. You smirk and give his hair a light tug. He responds with a moan and a quick rut against the bed, as if it was a reflex. You wait a few seconds and try again, same response. You went back to gently raking your fingers through his hair while his tongue worked you over. Soon you feel the familiar knot in your stomach before he pulls back a little and presses his thumb against your clit. You gasp as the change in pressure and it's good but you miss the warmth of his tongue.

"Ben" you breathe, trying to tell him but the words die out. He's there with you and seems to know exactly what you need and he swirls his tongue around your clit and you’re there shockingly fast. You’re almost there… your head sinks into the mattress and you dig your fingers into his hair, your ribs moving fast unashamedly grinding on his face at the rhythm of your breathing and you’re fucking there-

"Ben, close, I'm- I'm close." He pulled away ever so slightly, talking against you.

"Go on love, i'm not stopping at just one" His skilled tongue goes back to working wonders, sending shocks of pleasure to your core, his face deep in you, moving up and down, side to side. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he grabs hold of your thighs, pulling you even closer and you grind your hips against his face, trying so desperately to rush your release, already excited at the promise of more. Your whole body reacts to the sensations, and you’re loud as you moan and gasp and he keeps your hips steady in his hold. He groans against your wetness as he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck. Your legs start to shake as a wave of pleasure overtakes your senses and renders you breathless. He continues to gently lick you through your orgasm, finally pulling away when your body goes slack.

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Ben propped himself back up on his elbows so he could see you properly. A satisfied smirk on his now glistening face.

“You ok love?” He asked and even though your eyes were shut you could tell he was smiling.

I can barely think let alone answer you right now

“Y/N?” He urged when you didn't answer.

Ughh, I’ve just been pleasured to the brink of comatose, just give me a second

You just barely lifted your hand to wave him off. He chucked. His fingers began to explore. Traveling up your inner thigh gently. His soft touch slowly brings you back down from your high. They reached your folds, the tip of his index finger ran gently up and down your wet opening. Your breathing began to pick up again and you left out a soft moan.

“Alright darling, i’ll make this one quick.” He sits up on his shins and slides two of his thick fingers into you and begins to thrust at a quick but gentle rhythm. In a matter of seconds you were back to a panting mess, clenching tight around his fingers. The sound of his digits inside you filled the room, making you moan louder than before. Ben curls his fingers, as if looking for something.

“Oh, shit,” you curse between harsh breaths when he finds the spot he’s been looking for. You’re a withering heep in no time, nothing but moans and mumbles of Ben over and over again.

“Go on, nice and loud for me good girl.” The praise drives you to let out the loudest moan yet followed by a yell of his name. His fingers rubbed mercilessly against that spot deep inside you, never letting up. The endless waves of pleasure washed over you bringing you close to tears. You were so close, only needing a little more.

“More.” You managed to get out, Ben knew exactly what you needed and brought his thumb to your clit, working on the sensitive nub with the sole mission to make you come. Your core tightens and tightens and you’re a wreck. You arch your back and his fingers continue to stroke and rub until you start to spasm into climax for the second time that night. He carefully removes his fingers as you settle back on the bed. Ben makes his way up the bed via a trail of soft kisses wherever he could reach, and settles down next to you. His lips find their way to your neck and up to your ear where he whispers.

“I have something to confess...about this morning.”

This morning?

“Huh?” You asked in a slight daze.

“At the office.” You could feel his smile against you.

Oh thats right you big dumb slut, you met this man TODAY! UGGHH It’s fine, IT’S FINE, it’s fine.

“Yeah” He propped himself up on one shoulder so he could look at you. You turned your head to look at him. His face was pink and still a bit glisteny from before. His hair, a mess with a single curl hanging over his forehead. His jade green eyes, a few shades darker but bright and shining. His smile, soft, almost shy.

Fuck me up, he is so beautiful

“I umm...i heard you.” His eyes met yours. It took you a minute to realize what he was talking about.

NO! Ok ok ok, it’s fine really. Ok. See what he actually heard.

“Umm, what uh. What are you talking about?” You tried to play it cool but there was no way he didn’t pick up on the panic in your voice and on your face. He laughed, his smile bright and shining.

“Yikes.” He answered.

Ok well that’s not that bad.

The moment flashed in your head.

**“Morgan, who am i talking to today?” You asked looking down at the papers in her hand.

“Uhh…” She flipped through the papers trying to find you an answer. She stopped on one page and read over it quickly before flipping to another until she found it.

“Wow okay, it’s..” She was cut off by the door opening and your boss walked it with the man you were about to interview.

“Oh Y/N perfect, this is Ben Hardy.” He said with a smile and you looked up from the papers to lock eyes with the beautiful blonde actor.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a smile and stepped forward with his hand out to shake. His voice had a deep and creamy tone, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket, working its way under your skin where it wreaked havoc on your insides and stole your breath.

“Yikes.” You breathed you out just barely above a whisper. Morgan, standing that close, definitely heard you and her head snapped over to look at you stunned. You were never at a loss, this was really something. Your head was going a million miles a minute.**

“Also wet.” You grounded and he laughed again pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

**“Ready?” You asked Ben with a smile.

“Ready.” He answered and slid his phone back into his pocket. You watched as his eyes moved from the floor, over your body slowly and finally meeting your gaze where he licked his lips and pulled the bottom one between his teeth to bite on before letting it go and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Wet”

“What?”

“What!”

“I thought you said something.” He said a hint of blush covering his cheeks.**

Your hands were now covering your red face. Ben's fingers moved to run through your hair, doing his best to reassure you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweets. I only had to go to the toilet because I was half hard. Honestly I was on my way to a full blown boner, I had to leave for a minute.” That made you feel a little better and you lowered your hands enough so you could just peek at him over the tips of your fingers.

“But then… I heard you and Morgan when I came back.”

“BENJAMIN!” You yelled and rolled over to hide your face in his chest. His laugh rang out in the room and he wrapped his arms around you.

**“Uggh stop please. I have never been so embarrassed. He’s so sweet and funny, and the way he talks. Not just the accent but the words he uses and how he carries himself. I just melt at the fuckin thought of him.”

“I wouldn’t be too embarrassed, he’s clearly into you as well.” She said and patted your knee.

“Yeah well if he is, he is doing a much better job of being subtle. I couldn't even tell you what some of his answers were. All I can think about when he talks is how amazing it would be to have him whisper into my neck all the dirty things he wants to do to me while his big strong hands run all over me.”

Morgan opened her mouth to say something but the sound of the door closing caught both of you off guard and you looked to see Ben standing by the now closed door.

“Everything alright ladies?” He asked with a smile and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You were sure your face was beat red.**

“Ok no more embarrassing Y/N! Bang time!” You pulled out of his arms and pushed him on his back.

“Bang time?” He laughed again. “We were just having a cute moment.”

“Yes, well cute moment over. Deal with it.” You said throwing a leg over him to straddle his waist. You leaned down, bringing your lips to his and chuckled through the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair while the other slid down to your hip and squeezed, encouraging you to move over him. You rocked your hips against him and in no time he was matching your rhythm. Your kisses grew messy to the point where you were just panting against each other's mouths. You stopped your hips and gave him a proper kiss before you sat up and began to grind against him again.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned at the new position. His hard cock was lined up with you perfectly, everything slick and hot. Ben's strong hands moved to run up and down your thighs, gripping them tightly along the way.

“My god you are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He moaned. You looked down and saw his bright red face, neck and chest. His hair, a sweaty disheveled mess. You smiled and winked at him.

“Uggh Y/N please! You’re killin me.” He begged with a wide smile. You knew exactly what he wanted. You laughed, slowed your hips and gestured to the bedside table.

“Top drawer blondie”

“Yes!” He cheered and reached back to dig in your drawer.

I love that I can laugh with you

With a triumphant smile on his face he handed you the foil packet and you placed it on him. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips before you sat back and lowered yourself onto him. As he slid inside you slowly, you felt every inch of him until he was completely inside you.

“Fuckin hell.” He shuddered out, his hand laid gently on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles. You hummed and slowly began to rock back and forth. Once you adjusted to him, he grabbed your hips and started moving you on top of him. You placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced as he gathered speed and power. Soon you were bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Your thighs were burning from trying to stay up.

“Ben.” You gasped.

“Tired?” He asked. Of course he knew, you nodded. He slowed his thrusts and pulled you down so you were flushed against him. He wrapped his strong arms around you and without separating flipped you over. Your legs almost shook with relief.

“You need a minute?” He asked, still holding you close. You took a couple deep breaths before answering.

“Hell no” He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“That’s my girl.” He winked and with a groan, he sat up and pulled your tired legs up and over his shoulders pushing himself inside deeper. The new angle had his tip pressed up against that perfect spot. It took you by surprise causing your eyes to fly open and your wall clench around him. He let out a low, long grown and hung his head.

“This is going to be over very quickly.” He confessed.

“Then make it rough.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. It surprised you too but you didn’t regret it.

“Yeah?” He asked, wanting to make sure that’s what you really wanted.

“Give me what you got, lover boy.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee before he started his thrusts again. He built up a good rhythm and then with all his strength pounded into you.

“Fuck yeah” You moaned and had to place your hands agint the headboard to keep from banging your head on it with how hard he was going. His strong hands gripped tight on your hips, holding you as close as possible. You were certain you would have bruises in the morning.

You could feel your core tightening again, signaling you were close to finishing.

“Ben...close” You managed to get out between breaths.

“I’m right there with you love.” He said not letting up on his thrusts. Feeling the coil tighten in your stomach, the sweat beading on your forehead, the air in the room thick and hot, making it hard to breath, you finally released with a shout of his name. Ben soon finished after you continued riding out your high. He gently pulled out and lowered your legs. He cleaned himself and you up with his discarded tank top before laying down next to you to catch his breath. After a few minutes of the two of you just laying their regrouping he spoke quietly while looking up to the ceiling.

“I uhh… also heard you and Morgan before I came into your office.”

** You went back to your office where Morgan was waiting for you.

“Oh my god pleeease tell me something happened after I left.” She begged the second you walked in the door. You laughed and shook your head.

“Seriously!” She groaned.

“I mean, I thought maybe he was going to say something but Max came in and took him to his office."

"Ugh that sucks. I thought for sure he was gonna ask you out or at least throw you up against the wall and make sweet, passionate love to you."

"Morgan!"

"What!?" She laughed and you cracked a smile. You really would be lost without her.

"Knock knock." Both you and Morgan jumped, her knocking the phone off your desk in the process, and turned to your open door to see Ben.**

“MORTIFIED!” You yelled with a laugh and rolled over to kiss him.

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02 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 1.9k

➙ warnings. explicit content. oral (f receiving).

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis.

“can we have morning sex?”

“not today.”

“is that my brother’s shirt?” is the first thing kim taehyung says to you after a whole night of you declaring war against him for choosing his girlfriend over you.

your body clock’s designed in a way where no matter how late you go to sleep, you’ll always wake up at 8 in the morning. the question of whether you can go back to bed or not varies. like right now, when your stomach is grumbling because it’s decided to deem that the spicy carbonara ramen you had has lost its sustaining-abilities.

“uh, is that a woman-choosing, best friend-abandoning human i see?” you say, eyes squinted at said human.

“whatever,” that seems to have taken taehyung’s interest off the creme colored sweater hanging off your shoulders and way past your butt. you could’ve not word shorts when you went out to get yourself a bowl of cereal. mainly because the brothers have a similar habit of sleeping in until the sun’s shining directly into their faces and they’d have no choice but to wake up - that is, in the event that they forgot to shut the blinds.

“what are you doing up anyway?” you ask but it’s a no-brainer because every friday night, kim taehyung and you would never fail to release a week’s worth of pent up frustrations over playing video games until the crack of dawn, “don’t tell me you haven’t slept.”

“unlike some people, i’ve got things to do,” he steals away the bowl of cereal you just finished preparing for yourself, “places to be.”

you can’t even get mad at his brazenness, not when those eyebags make him look like he’ll pass out with one swing of your punch. and you do punch like a girl - besides the fact that you are one, it’s already a settled fact that you’re really not fond of the idea of wasting your energy on something pointless - so you tend to give the least amount of energy for, for instance - if you do choose to - punching kim taehyung who’s walking away with your bowl of cereal.

so you fix yourself a new bowl, savoring it while watching an episode of the tale of nine-tailed and spending the entire morning catching up to the latest episode. it’s only until half an hour past noon, do you strut back into seokjin’s room, noticing the lump under the sheets now shifting with a sign of wakefulness.

“morning!” you greet, hearing the sound of hymns trickling into chuckles as seokjin pushes the sheet off his face and steals a glance at the uncalled for being that’s perched on top of him.

“you’re up early,” he remarks, arms stretched over his head, muscles flexing deliciously.

“can we have morning sex?” you put on your best smile, lashes fluttering in what you hope to be a coquettish manner rather than someone who looks like they have dust in both their eyes.

“not today,” he says but his large hand latches on your right breast, massaging with a expertise before pinching on your nipple and making you jump in surprise.

“ah!”

but before you get to complain, he’s pulling you down and engulfing you into a warm but shirtless hug (on his part at least).

“not fair,” you pout but snuggle closer anyway, forehead leaning against his chest.

but it’s short-lived because thunderous footsteps start echoing in the hallway and sounding dangerously close with each passing second. for a split second, you watch seokjin watch you, panic spreading across his face before your hands instinctively push him away. then the panic dissolves into alarm as he calls your name, accompanied by another timber-like voice that’s shouting out the same syllables.

“___!”

and then your butt hits the ground, then your back and your head at the same time.

“whew chile, that sounds painful, you okay?” taehyung sounds concern, but he doesn’t take any step towards you to further assert your head - you could’ve had a concussion for all he knows!

“um, gee thanks for making sure,” you want to roll your eyes, but you’re too busy rubbing the spot where your head made contact with the floor.

but seokjin, ever the thoughtful person, is already climing over the bed and pulling you up with one heave.

“why are you shirtless?” taehyung suddenly inquires.

the cozy creme sweater clinging onto your body feeling immensely inadequate as you ice up. he looks between you and his brother, screws twisting in that head of his before he asks another question.

“is that really my brother’s shirt?” his eyes scream concluded assumption.

well, it’s true, but-

“would you give me your sweater if i said i was cold?” you don’t give him a chance to respond, “no. right. so shut up. what do you want anyway? hurry up cause i wanna take a nap.”

“let’s play, the squad wanna go one more round with you before we all go to sleep,” he says, the matter of why seokjin is shirtless or if it’s really said man’s shirt you’re wearing now no longer a matter of importance.

you like how his brain works.

“the fuck? you came all the way here just for that?” you narrow your eyes, as if visually asking him if he knows whether he’s making sense or not but you get up anyway, walking towards your laptop that’s perched on the desk where you left it last night.

your friends greet you with less enthusiasm than they did last night - everyone sounded like they either need sleep or need a fuck. there’s no clear answer to what they need but you guess you’re up for one game.

“alright losers, let’s geddit.” your cheer is met with groans and tired version of ‘wooo’s and ‘yeah’s.

five minutes into the game, you feel a peck on your cheek and a smiling kim seokjin gazing down at you with bed hair and puffy cheeks. the smile you offer him back is fleeting because you have a character to maintain and a team to support. this time, you choose the supporting role while hoseok takes on the fighter role.

once you realize that the figure casting a shadow over you remains still and unmoving, you peek up at him for the briefest seconds to ask ‘what?’.

you’re only met with a higher tug of his lips.

and then he falls down on his knee - and you don’t even have the chance to wrap your head around it when he grabs hold of your ankle and spread your legs apart. lifting your ass up as he pulls down your shorts seem to be a muscle response than your brain actually understanding what’s happening. but by the time it does, seokjin’s face is already buried deep between your thighs.

“wah- yikes!” you manage to divert your surprise to the enemy that came on screen, forcing out a laugh, “th-that was a close one, whew i was about to die.”

“the fuck? you already had 8 hours of sleep what are you messing up for?” taehyung says into your headphone.

seokjin licking a strip up your love nub.

but that doesn’t stop you from retorting, “oh my god, did i tell you to play all night and not sl- sleep?” you bite back, barely managing to end your sentence with a consistent amount of sarcasm when the tip of seokjin’s tongue slips into your entrance.

“okay, okay, we’re all a little sensitive here,” jeongguk, the most competitive and non-losing-accepting out of the five of you actually tries to placate.

oh, you’re sensitive alright.

then he says something about how “we’re a team” and “if you wanna fight, fight the enemy team.” or something. you’re not so sure because you’re too busy clasping your hand against your mouth whilst trying to dish out healing powers to your team that’s fighting a few feet in front of you as seokjin tugs on your thighs, positioning them in an angle where his tongue can reach deeper inside you, so much so that your ass is almost hanging off the air.

“fine,” you almost choke on your supposedly vindictive reply as your toes begin to curl, back arching as the only sound that manages to escape you is a sob-like whimper whilst sparks erupt from the depth of your stomach and course through your veins like sweet, sweet poison.

seokjin kisses the inside of your thigh once your breathing slows down and you’re slumping on the chair like you have no energy left in you. jimin’s voice demanding you to cover for him barely registering in your brain as you click an ability that showers him with a protection spell.

“sorry, got distracted,” you say into the mic simply before hearing jimin’s “it’s okay, nobody died.”

literally.

if anyone of you died, it would’ve definitely been on you. last night, you got away with saying you weren’t in your ‘zone’ but today, your underperformance will be the reason you get kicked out of the squad for good. probably.

and because you’re under fire, you can’t stop seokjin when he slips away and out of the room, leaving you to make up for your mini blunder.

the game lasts a good 20 minutes before the golden symbol of victory flash across your screen and more energetic sheers erupt in your headphones. everyone starts bidding each other farewell and ‘good night losers’s before the headphones go quiet.

only then, do you bound down the hallway and into the kitchen where you know the reason of the sizzling, salivating scent is because of kim seokjin. a still shirtless kim seokjin with his beautiful, broad back on you as he chops something on the chopping board and gracefully pours it into whatever he’s cooking.

“that wasn’t fair - you should at least give me a warning,” you stand with your arms crossed over your chest.

“did the enemy you go against give you a warning before ambushing you?” he asks in a matter of factly, teasing smirk on his lips that makes your heart go flip flop.

he’s never smiled at you like that before.

“that’s- that’s different,” you refuse to back down, “they couldn’t even if they wanted to because the system doesn’t let us communicate with the enemy team.”

he nods whilst stirring the - you’d peeked - fried rice that’s sizzling in the pan, “i did give you a warning.”

“um where?” you can fee your eyebrows knitting together.

“the kiss,” he taps his cheek twice before shutting off the stove, devious smirk playing on his lips.

“i thought that was a bona fide peck!”

“that’s on you,” he shrugs, pouring the fried rice into four plates, “like namjoon says - never assume.”

“okay, maybe he did say that,” you concur, taking a seat across from him where he places the plate and offers you a fork and a spoon that he took out from their respective drawers under the counter.

“something smells good,” taehyung comes popping out from the hallway, bowl of empty cereal in hand as his eyes light up at the sight of the two other plates placed between you and seokjin, almost as if knowing that the only other thing that coud summon the kim brothers out from their dwelling is seokjin’s cooking.

“i’m starving,” namjoon announces, seconds apart from taehyung’s assertion.

so you have breakfast - or lunch, really - together like you would. just four kids from the same hometown who found home in each other’s presence.

you might’ve found something else that you like in seokjin’s pants - but that’s besides the point.

note. and here we go for the 2nd installment! hope yall enjoyed!

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