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crusty-chronicles · 2 years ago

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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Ch 10: Into The Thick Of It

Synopsis: Congratulations, you've just entered the NGL!!!! A place of isolation and now Chimera Ants 😃 Your first task, try not to break down and snap with all the bodies you come across. Good luck and may you keep your promises🤝

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You weren't too happy to say the least. Once again, you had all piled into a jeep that was much too small for the amount of people riding in it. Smooshed in the front with Kite and the driver while the others were elbow to elbow in the back.

On the bright side, you didn't have to worry about being drooled on. But you did have to deal with two very pouty boys who weren't happy about the new seating arrangement.

"Why can't one of us just sit on your lap?" Gon suggested.

"Kid, I'm not a chair. And it's stuffy already with just three of us in the front. No way in hell I'm having another person next to me and one more on my lap." You were quick to shoot the idea down.

"Then sit in the back with us." Killua said, scooching over to make room.

But there was no way you were gonna sit in the back with four more people.

Nope.

Not in this heat.

"You two can last one car ride without me. You're big boys, aren't you?"

A huff of irritation from the small assassin and a grumble from the boy in green.

To your surprise, a certain silver haired hunter decided to join in on the banter.

"Don't worry. I promise to take good care of them up here for you."

And the small, offended gasps from the two of them was enough to make you laugh. A bit of peace before the inevitable descent into the NGL.

So pouty and upset, they begrudgingly sat in the back. Not without making sure to poke you every now and then, just to get you to turn around.

The ride itself wasn't too bad with the driver making idle conversation.

"You heading to the NGL, huh? You know they believe that the best way to live is as naturally as possible."

Ah yes, you all totally didn't do any research whatsoever before coming here.

You really shouldn't give him any shit for that. He was just trying to help fill the silence. It's not like many people visited this place anyways. So to him, it was probably strange to see ten people asking to go all at once.

"They're pretty weird for living out there, but you folks are even weirder for wanting to visit em'."

Before you could question him on that, he continued on.

"I don't have a clue what's going on there, but I've already driven in about 10 big groups just like you guys today alone."

Perhaps more hunters who heard the news of a giant Chimera Ant? Still, ten groups of people? It was strange.

"Did you say ten?!?" Gon exclaimed, popping up from his seat behind you.

"That's right," the driver confirmed.

You, however, were a little concerned with something else.

"Seatbelt!" You scolded.

"Oh, right! Sorry." A small 'click' sounded off.

God, you really were starting to sound like a parent. What were you, Safety Sal? You really should stop babying them.

"So if most of the other groups are already arriving, then we're among the last." Kite noted, effectively snapping you from your thoughts.

"At least we'll have some help," you mumbled.

Oh how wrong you were.

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They weren't kidding about the nature part. The entrance to the NGL itself was a pathway between two giant trees. You could sense people moving about inside them. A river separating the two territories.

A beautiful sight if you had to say. But there was that nagging feeling reminding you of how strict these people could be. Well, the government they had.

"Prepare yourselves everyone," Kite warned.

"The ants are a concern, but the NGL isn't the eco-friendly group it claims to be."

Right, the drugs. And where there were illegal drugs, there were probably illegal crime bosses. Thank goodness you didn't have to deal with that type of hell growing up.

Approaching the first tree, you already didn't like the men that greeted your group there. Smiles fake and disingenuous. Auras gross with deceit and annoyance.

"May I ask what brings you here?" Defensive too. About their people or secrets, you couldn't tell.

"We're on a hunt." Kite stated before continuing.

"A biohazard-class insect might have infiltrated your country."

The man let out a hum before answering.

"Well, if you're professional hunters, I'm certain you're aware that we cannot deny you entry into our land."

Ah yes. You were all totally hunters. Yup. Each and every one of you. Bonafide hunters.

You thanked whatever greater being was up there that nobody had outed you.

"Right this way." One of the men turned around and led your group in.

Like you expected, the Big Wigs in charge didn't enforce their rules onto themselves. Inside were various people typing away on computers. And if you had to guess why, it was most likely due to a loophole.

"Wait, you're using computers and machines here?" Killua confronted.

"We are not technically within the bounds of the NGL proper yet." One of the men answered.

And there it was. Five seconds and you already decided you despised this place.

"This area is used for diplomacy and trading information."

Diplomacy???? Didn't they communicate through letters??? And what other country would they be feuding with to need diplomacy? Weren't they isolated?

One look at this guy's aura and you could tell he was lying. Still, it would do nobody any good to call out their hypocrisy. You'd just have to suck it up and let it go.

"I see. Are there similar facilities within?" Kite questioned.

"No sir, not a single one. No machines of any kind are allowed inside the borders of the NGL." One of the guys answered.

"Of course, visitors aren't allowed to bring technology in with them either. We're very strict about that kind of thing." Another spoke up.

Wow, it was almost like they killed someone over that exact thing. Who would've thought?

God you hated primitive societies. Your respect was dwindling by the seconds.

"Which means you must remove metals, petroleum derived materials, and the like. Anything of that nature on your person before you can enter." The same man informed.

So long shitty sneakers and hello paper thin shoes.

"D-d-do you mean l-like my glasses!?!" Lin asked.

A shit eating grin on the man's face. Like he was purposely trying to get rid of as much people as he could with technicalities.

"That's right. If your clothes, belts, shoes, even your underwear contain any plastic, chemicals, or metal, you must remove them." He said eyeing the two girls.

"That isn't funny!" Spin snapped.

"You want us to strip naked!?!"

You stood protectively in front of the boys, sending a glare towards the man. Would you kill him depending on his answer?

Yes, yes you would.

"That's not necessary. All-natural clothing is available for purchase just upstairs." He said pointing to a small staircase.

You should have guessed they would've been money hungry. How else would they be able to afford all this nice stuff while their people suffered beyond the bend.

"And if there are any implants inside your body, dental implants, for example, made of gold, silver, or even silicon prosthetics that cannot be removed... I'm sorry to say, but you won't be allowed to enter."

Discriminating, are we? Wow, these guys are even worse than the shit you had to put up with.

"You understand." His smile was fake, aura cocky now that the size of your group was cut in half.

You know what? Maybe you should start rooting for the ants at this point.

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You were in a bit of a dilemma at the moment.

You'd chosen clothes that were as close to what you were currently wearing as possible. So far so good, right? Welllll, the issue was just how the hell you were going to pay for them.

Truth was, you had not a cent to your name. Not even a flimsy wallet to open and have a fly come out of. Up until now, money had never really been a point of focus. Or at least up until two years ago.

Goddamnit.

You couldn't even afford shit clothes to bypass the NGL restrictions.

Which meant....

"Guess I have to stay behind after all."

How pathetic were you.

Unable to afford a basic 'necessity'. How the hell did you plan on taking care of two kids when you couldn't even take care of yourself? It was quite frankly disgraceful.

Unbeknownst to you, curious eyes watched your internal struggle. Everyone else was ready or close to being ready, and there you were clutching a shirt looking like somebody died. Dark circles impossibly darker.

Then he heard it.

"Guess I have to stay behind after all."

It immediately put a frown on the small boy's face. Gon just couldn't wrap his head around why you would say a thing like that. You'd all agreed extensively to come, so why were you backing out?

You'd been so adamant about coming, excited even. (Which was rare.) So it didn't make any sense. At least not until you mumbled out something else.

"Maybe I should've been a hunter. Least' then I'd have a few bucks to spare. Damn."

Was that what you were worried about?

You should've just asked.

It's not a big deal anyway. It was certainly nothing to be ashamed of considering he didn't get his first phone until Leorio bought him one. And it's not like him and Killua would say no if you needed help to pay.

The three of you were supposed to stick together. Were supposed to help each other. You were the big sibling and they were the little brothers.

He may not have been as well off as Killua, but he was still a hunter with plenty of funds to spare. Especially since beating Greed Island. If you needed something, he would gladly get it for you. Just like if they needed you, you would always be there.

Before he could pitch the offer, someone else approached you. Someone who he was getting the feeling liked being in your presence as much as you did his.

And Gon wasn't sure he was okay with that yet. But he appreciated someone looking after you. Someone his own father had trusted and now you did as well.

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"Something wrong?" A familiar voice sounded from behind you.

Realistically, you should've sensed Kite's presence. But the stress of figuring out a way to pay had distracted you from everything else going on.

"Um... No?" Your voice cracked at the end. God, even you knew you didn't sound convincing. Even if you did, Kite could see you. He knew you were hiding something, and you knew that he knew.

It took him all of five seconds to figure out what was wrong. You hadn't made a move to change into NGL appropriate clothing. You were looking down with gears turning in that head of yours. And your aura was upset with disappointment.

You were a stubborn one alright.

"Here." A card was placed in front of you.

Your tired eyes widened. What was he doing? You looked up at him, mouth open and ready to protest because wow.

You didn't like asking for help. Didn't like owing people. Didn't like how they always seemed to expect something back in return for their good deed.

"Don't worry about it. We need all the help we can get, remember?" And you were completely flabbergasted by what Kite said next.

"Don't let a few travel expenses get in your way. Plus I don't think those boys of yours would be too thrilled if you couldn't go."

A smile and a small pat to your back.

"We'll be waiting for you when you're done."

There was no ulterior motive.

He'd done it simply out of the kindness in his heart.

You were not used to that. Not used to others doing things for you. It had warmth spreading across your face and you were glad the others couldn't see you. Getting all embarrassed over something small like this. (It wasn't all that small to you)

"I'll pay you back for this one day."

You'd mumbled it to yourself, but he barely caught it as he descended down where the rest of the group was.

And like before, he wouldn't mention it. But the soft smile he had was a telltale sign he'd heard you all the same.

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Your group of ten had dwindled down to six. You and the boys and Kite with Podungo and Stick. Ever a growing pain in your ass, the NGL authorities ran several tests on all of you.

Past the first tree and into the second, where a lady informed the group of what was to take place.

"The inspection area is over there. Of course there's a physical exam, as well as an interview."

Sounded simple enough until she kept talking.

"Then once those are completed, there will also be X-rays, ultrasound, and metal scans."

You hated this place.

"Ultrasound? The hell are they gonna find with that. Surprise, guess who's pregnant?" Your comment was heard by the lady explaining things, who promptly laughed.

"Yes, well you'd be surprised by what we're able to pick up with that."

As long as they were just scans, you supposed it wasn't too outrageous. Now if they started poking and prodding, you'd break a machine or two.

"Security's rather tight," Kite noted.

The lady flicked on a light switch before continuing to speak.

"It is... because people have smuggled guns in by hiding the parts inside their bodies. We often find cameras or cell phones in people's rectums."

Your face scrunched up in disgust. Who the fuck was shoving a gun up their ass???

"Some have even trained animals to carry laptops across the border once they themselves were inside."

Okay now that one made more sense.

After the woman finished explaining, the testing began. Scans of your body and brain were taken. Some blood work was done, much to your dismay. And last but not least, the interview, which mainly consisted of questions about health and any possible criminal background.

It was draining, but you were somewhat glad the boys were fascinated by it. They got to have some fun despite the unusual circumstances.

"Well it looks like all of you are clean." The woman announced.

The same men from earlier were waiting by the exit as you all approached.

"Thank you all for your patience. You may enter now, and godspeed."

"Welcome to the NGL!"

The first thing you noticed was the air. It somehow felt cleaner. The second thing you noticed was the land outstretched before you. It seemed never ending. From the oaks down below to the prairie just before you. It was peaceful. Like home. (But you couldn't really call it that anymore, could you?)

Eagerly, your eyes scanned as far as they would go. So much to see with not enough time to enjoy it. No auras besides the one's next to you. Faint traces from the woodland creatures hiding away. Quiet too, but not eerily so.

Serene was the word for it.

You take it back. The NGL wasn't so bad afterall. Just the people in charge. It had you thinking back to kid with boots five sizes too big and a hand stitched shirt that was falling apart at the seams. A gap-toothed smile as they cartwheeled over an open field, laughing with another like the rest of the world wasn't there.

Your first stop in the NGL was a small barn for suitable transportation. Honestly, you should've known a monetary transaction would be involved. And yet it still surprised you.

12,000 jenny for just one horse. For one day.

You tensed up once more, trying to figure something out. You'd already wasted enough money that wasn't yours. You didn't want to waste anymore.

And yet.....

There was Kite, once again taking the brunt of the expenses.

Not because anyone asked him to.

But because he wanted to.

Justifying it with 'It's not a problem. We need a decent form of travel that won't drain us. Three should be just fine.'

It was mind boggling how nonchalant he was being about this. The same question of why. He didn't gain anything from doing this.

So why?

The same reason he had made you a real promise.

He was a good person.

You were not.

But you would try. You'd pay him back in full if it was one of the last things you ever did. He deserved that much at least.

Upon entering the stable, all of the horses trotted towards Gon and Kite. Neighing and making little content noises. Seems the part about animals liking hunters was true. It was an endearing sight, if you must say.

And that small part of your brain that liked to tease, just couldn't resist.

"Hey Snow White. Leave some horses for the rest of us, will ya?"

A light shade of red consumed Kite's face upon hearing you. The shade darkening as Stick spoke up with a 'Hahaha! I get it!' and Podungo with a 'I've never seen him this embarrassed before.'

You were going to be a distraction. (A pleasant one, albeit.)

You'd approached and lifted Gon up, helping him onto the horse that liked him the most. The other boy following close behind you.

"I'll be taking my dwarf back, thank you." Eyes crinkled with mischief and aura playful as you spoke.

"Yeah, so does that make you the wicked witch or something," Killua directed towards you while you lifted him up.

To which you responded by letting go and dropping him.

"Hey! I was kidding! Y/n don't be mad. Big siiib!"

"Don't you 'big sib' me, young man! And don't think for a second those puppy dog eyes will work on me! They're not nearly as powerful as Gon's!" You lectured with your hands on your hips. Scolding demeanor melting away at the sound of the other boy's voice.

"Please, Y/n. Help Killua." Honey colored eyes staring wide up at you. And he may or may not have done it to see if it was true.

"Gah! I hate it when you two work together against me. You little ghouls." You grumbled, lifting up the small assassin once more. Who seemed very pleased by the outcome.

It was funny in a way. How you could never really say no to Gon. It made him feel special. But he did wonder why. Did he remind you of someone you used to know?

You stared at the horse in front of you, who was already not liking you. And you didn't want to upset it further by attempting to hop on it.

"You've never ridden a horse before?"

You were once again too lost in your thoughts to notice Kite's presence. He was two for two today. In both surprising you and figuring out what was wrong.

"Course' not. Do I look like a cowboy to you?" Not only had you never ridden a horse before, you were also not the best with animals as it would seem.

"You know, I do kinda see it." A teasing grin of his own on the taller male's face. He was starting to get the hang of dealing with you and your smart aleck remarks.

"Har har. Now help me up this thing, Ranger Rick. If I try to get on by myself, I'm 80% sure it'll kill me."

"Only 80?" Kite hoisted you up, and for a split second you were surprised by his strength.

"Gotta give myself a fighting chance. I'm not a complete wimp." You gave a small pat to the top of the horse's head once you were seated.

"Could've fooled me." Kite had effortlessly climbed on behind you. The smell of pine and artificial sweetness filled your senses, the same way the scent of fresh rain filled his.

"Everyone ready!" Kite called out.

A resounding 'yes' from the five of you.

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It was odd, what you were feeling. When you thought you'd sense a sizable amount of bloodlust, it would be gone in an instant. Making you wonder if it was even there in the first place. And just when you thought you'd managed to sense a person, the aura disappeared.

It didn't help that the NGL was so big. It didn't make things easier for you to assess. And you didn't want to sound the alarm for things that weren't there.

But you were suspicious.

Your eyes were never wrong. Your ability was never wrong. So just what the hell was happening, you couldn't be so sure. Maybe you were having an off day? The things you sensed were far away, too far for you to make an accurate assessment anyways.

Goddamnit.

At least the company was great. Stick and Podungo behind with Gon and Killua next to you. Kite seated behind you with the reins of the horse you dubbed 'Gordy.'

A very thicc boy who had warmed up to you after petting his head a few times.

There was, however, uninvited guests as well. Two 'translators' who as far as you could tell, were lying. They probably wanted to see if your group had managed to smuggle something in.

You could feel unease from Kite the deeper you descended into the NGL. He could probably sense it too. That something was off.

And while you didn't want to disrupt his train of thought, the tension radiating off of him was making your own anxieties flair. It was too early to panic and too early to worry. Nothing solid had been found yet.

So did what you had been wanting to do for a while. Now that his hands were occupied, you made a swipe at his hat, one that he didn't see coming and couldn't really stop.

"Told you I'd take it from you." Your smile was triumphant as you readjusted yourself and plopped his trademark hat on your head.

He was stunned for a second, processing what the hell just happened. Shock replacing the unease.

Did you just?

He looked down at you, noticing your smug expression as you twisted yourself to meet his eye.

"You don't play fair." He said at last.

You'd successfully distracted him once again. A bashful expression on his face.

And now that you could see him properly, an embarrassed one overtook yours as well.

Why was he so pretty?

Unawares of the thoughts going through his mind. The ones that said you looked nice with his hat falling down your face and covering your eyes. A familiar playful smirk right under them.

"Wow, pretty shady under here. I can actually see without the sun burning into my retinas. I hope you know I'm not giving this back."

A huff of amusement was heard.

"You're trouble, you know that?" He shouldn't be letting you distract him like this. He should be focusing on the current task at hand.

And yet, the playfulness from your aura kept pulling him in. Your crooked smile that was quickly becoming a favorite. That he had no idea wasn't there before.

"If I'm so bad, you would've stopped putting up with me at the airship." You did still feel a little guilty about that.

The exchange between the two of you not going unnoticed. A pair of icy eyes glancing over and frowning. Choosing to sit down properly since you hadn't noticed he was standing. Upset at the fact that your attention wasn't focused on him or Gon for once.

Killua was hesitant to let new people into his circle. He and Gon were best friends, and when that girl Ritz had tried to join, he hated it. He didn't like how easily she got along with Gon. Didn't like how he felt inferior in her presence because she was more helpful in 5 minutes than he had been the whole day.

But he was never forgotten or pushed away. Never disregarded. Only feeling insignificant because his family told him he would never have friends. That they would all leave him. But Gon had stayed.

Now there was you. You were a part of that circle now. And back at YorkNew, it was okay. You were happy in a way that was rarely seen. You'd all gotten swept away in the presence of new people. He minded a little, but let it go.

Because Killua was okay with friendship. But he was not okay with whatever this was. The cheeky smiles and blushy faces. He'd joked about it that first day you all met Kite. Teased you for it because he knew it would get on your nerves. But now that it was actually happening....

You'd forget about them if this continued. Leave them behind for him. You'd already refused to sit next to them in that car. You didn't offer to ride with them at the stable. You didn't even ask them for help when you couldn't pay. (Thanks Gon, for filling him in.)

It wasn't fair.

But he knew it wasn't really his decision to make. Wasn't really his place either. You'd already made up your mind the second you made that promise back on the airship.

Well fine. Then this guy would just have to prove himself if he was gonna take you away. And it would take a lot to impress this Zoldyck. Selfish or not, you were his big sibling. The first real one he had. The first good one. If he was being honest, you and Alluka were the only real family he had.

And the off chance you were just being friendly, that you didn't see Kite in any other way, then he'd back down. But the way you would just smile that crooked grin and tell him your secrets, said otherwise. The way Kite had started to subtly check up on you told him otherwise.

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It'd been hours since you started the search for the Chimera Ant, but there was no luck. No sign of anything out of the ordinary. So begrudgingly, you all stopped to take a break and rethink things.

You joined Gon and Killua on the ground as they figured out alternate routes to take.

"I think we should follow along the coastline and check out all the villages. If we search them and nothing unusual turns up, then it's probably not even in this country." Gon speculated, pointing towards the map of the NGL.

It was optimistic at best to assume the ant wasn't here. Too much didn't add up for you to believe otherwise.

"Yeah, maybe. But that's assuming those guys were telling us the truth back there," Killua said in reference to the men back at the NGL border.

The ones who said they hadn't heard any news about a giant ant. The very same who said that if they had, their people wouldn't care.

Eyes fell on you for confirmation.

"They were not. But it's not like they could really do anything about the situation. Not as long as it didn't directly benefit them." You answered.

"And you didn't pick anything up?" Killua asked.

"It's hard to say and that's what worries me. Things keep appearing and disappearing. And everything I'm getting is very faint."

A beat of silence.

"They're still following us, aren't they?" Gon questioned.

The translators that had followed you here stood a little ways away from the expedition team. You thought they would've quit by now.

"Unfortunately. But try to ignore them, okay?" You gave a ruffle to his hair, feeling his mood lighten a little.

"They say they're here in case we meet unknown tribes and need interpreters or intermediaries. But they're obviously spies." Killua grumbled.

"My guess is they're hoping to catch us with technology so they can kick us out." Or execute you, but you wouldn't put that idea into their heads.

You sensed a familiar calm aura approach. You were glad you caught it this time, not wanting to be caught off guard for the third time today.

"Well I never expected the people here to be of any help," Kite admitted, catching the attention of both boys.

"But my instincts are saying... it's here somewhere." The three of you tensed at his words.

"And how accurate would you say your instincts are?" You lightly challenged. You didn't want to push, but you didn't exactly like the odds of anything that was less than certain. Not in this scenario.

"As accurate as those eyes of yours."

Damn.

You were starting to have a bad feeling about this.

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The six of you were back traveling on a rocky path. There was nothing you could do besides continue on, hoping for a lead since Kite had been so sure.

Another flicker of aura before it disappeared. Too far to tell if you were imagining things. But a sick feeling settling in your stomach said differently.

You couldn't tell if people were being killed or knocked out. Woken up or being born. Couldn't exactly see how many there were. Your eyes were becoming strained the more you pushed, so you eventually gave up.

You leaned back onto Kite who, surprisingly, made no move to take his hat back. A part of you was satisfied by the fact. The bigger part of you, however, was concerned.

He was serious now that his suspensions were confirmed. But underneath the calm, was a festering worry. Safe to say you both felt everything was not what it seemed.

You chose to divert your attention elsewhere, for the time being. Opting to check up on the others. Gon's aura was determined as always. He was okay. Killua's was starting to radiate unease. But the leading emotion was confidence. He was okay.

Podungo and Stick were nervous, and you couldn't really blame them. From what Kite had told you, they weren't the best at combat. If you did manage to confront a Chimera Ant, things wouldn't go so well for them. However, you could feel their trust as well. Trust that was most likely directed at Kite's ability to keep them safe.

You didn't bother with the two translators tailing the group. They weren't worth the effort. They hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but their intentions were clear as day.

You sighed and focused your tired eyes up ahead. A nap was very much needed.

'Zzzzz!'

That noise...

It was loud.

And heading right towards your group.

Your face scrunched up at the small swarm of bees. They had traces of nen on them. How bizarre. Did they belong to a Chimera Ant?

Not likely.

There were no traces of malice or bloodlust. Just frightened desperation.

A scared nen user?

"Stop."

Your command had everyone reaching for their horse's reins. Your tone was one that left no room for argument.

The bees in question came closer, small bundles of paper clutched in their little arms. You could feel sadness from them.

Could insects be sad?

It seemed like it as they dropped the folded paper into Kite's hand, then one in Gon's. Kite opened up the small letter in front of you.

He leaned over your shoulder to read the message, aura growing heavy with tension.

'H E L P! C H I ME R A AN T N E S T

R o C K Y AR E A

N O TI F Y H u N T ER A S S Oc I A T I On!'

A pit formed in the bottom of your stomach as you finished reading.

It was red ink, you told yourself. Just red ink. (Pens were not allowed in the NGL)

A hand reached for yours, folding your fingers to make signs.

'Not good. Dangerous. Can you three handle it?'

You were grateful for the temporary distraction this silent conversation gave. You didn't want to dwell on the 'red ink' for much longer.

'No backing out. My boys are strong. Can handle it. Ask yourself.'

Your signs were faster, but there was a noticeable tremor with your movements. And he briefly wondered what the cause of it was. You weren't scared, were you?

Kite would leave it for now. No point in putting more stress onto whatever had you feeling that way. So, he glanced over at the two boys who were watching with keen interest at your interaction.

"It'll be risky." He warned.

"You sure you wanna come along?"

The image of a small family torn apart because of hubris. He didn't want to see that. So Kite would confirm as many times as it took until he was convinced the outcome wouldn't happen. That these boys were tough and wouldn't die. That you would be strong enough to protect them and look after yourself.

"Yeah."

"We're professionals, aren't we?"

You were right. Those boys didn't hesitate to give their answer. Resolve that almost mirrored your own in their eyes.

It would be enough, for now.

"Miss translator, I'm sorry. But we really must hurry." Kite informed one of the uninvited guests.

A small smirk made its way into your face at the implication of his words. Maybe just this once you'd show off.

"I'm sure the horses can gallop a bit faster if it's necessary." The translator offered.

"Sorry, sweetheart." You said as you dismounted from Gordy.

"I'm afraid we're gonna have to go on foot for this one. Sturdy as they are, the horses won't nearly be fast enough."

You walked over to Gon and Killua and helped them down. Both of them grinning up at you in anticipation.

You could hear Kite from behind you address Podungo and Stick. Letting them know to meet up with the rest of his team and inform the Hunter Association.

You could feel the fondness from his aura harden as he turned to face you three.

"Keep up or I'll leave you behind." Kite warned, who was surprised to see the boys already stretching.

"Yup, and right back at you." Killua said.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Gon added.

All three of you looking smug, like there was a secret just between the three of you. And there was. One that was sure to leave the silver haired hunter speechless.

You might've been a little rusty, but damnit if you weren't competitive. Especially with your little sun and moon egging you on.

"Ha! Watch it, princess. You're the one who's gonna have to keep up." Your aura was cocky.

Were you challenging him?

"Boys, what's step 3 of my ability?"

"Speed!!!!" They cheered as they finished stretching.

"Heck Yeah! So how's about I give you a head start? Let's see the progress you've both made since Greed Island!"

"I bet you'll have to use your nen this time!"

"Yeah! We won't make it easy for you to keep up!"

You crouched down to their level with a wide grin.

"Oh yeah? Tell ya what, if I can't catch up to you guys, then I'll carry you anywhere you want for a whole week."

"Deal!"

Kite watched the interaction a little flabbergasted. You were testing the boys at a time like this? No, that wasn't right. You were playing with them in a way that felt like training.

Giving incentives for them to do better.

How completely odd.

But he couldn't deny the way your interactions with the boys had him softening.

'They'll grow on you.'

Yeah. All three of you were growing on him. Ging's son, the Zoldyck boy, and their protector.

"Let's go!" Kite took off with the boys hot on his trail. But not before stealing back his signature hat while you were distracted.

You let out a protest of 'Hey!' as they shrank away from your line of sight.

Their speed was decent, but not enough to give you any real trouble. You'd have to use nen. Just a smidge though. A damn shame. You were hoping to break in a good sweat.

You'd give them five more seconds to leave your base line of vision. You crouched down in a starting position, letting nen coat your legs for the first time in months. (Thanks for that Razor)

"You're not worried about them?" Kite questioned the duo.

"About Y/n? You've got a lot to learn about them." There was pride in Killua's aura as he answered.

"They're so fast, that even Genthru couldn't land a single hit with their leg broken." Gon bragged.

Both boys seemed to light up at the thought of you. Well your prowess, more like. But there was a swell of affection in their aura as well.

They really loved you, didn't they?

Kite's thoughts were cut short by a blur zooming by. A familiar tired presence accompanying it.

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You could smell it before you saw it. A metallic coppery stench that stopped you in your tracks. All mirth gone from your expression. Like your very soul was taken from your body.

You didn't know exactly what was beyond the clearing, but you knew it wasn't good. You expected the possibility, but you didn't expect to come across it so soon. You weren't too sure if you were prepared mentally for whatever lied ahead.

You could sense three familiar auras approach, having caught up at last. Temporarily unaware of the sight they were about to see.

"Ah damnit, they beat us here!" Killua whined.

"I thought we really had them this ti- Y/n? Are you okay?" Concern quickly replacing the bright expression on Gon's face.

Your demeanor was stiff. Head hanging low and hands clenched. You didn't say anything, just pointed forwards.

What could you even say?

It was then that the scent of blood finally reached their noses. Kite was the first to enter the clearing, not wanting to waste anymore time if it was the worst-case scenario.

Killua was second, casting a regretful glance towards you before he left. There was nothing he could do that would make things easier for you.

Gon was the last, not wanting to leave you by yourself in case something happened. Your limits were understood and respected. He wouldn't push you to see if you didn't want to. And if you needed a moment to gather yourself before heading forwards, then you would have it. So he waited a little longer before Killua called out to him.

Disgust, shock, and anger.

Very different reactions you were sensing from each of them. Seems you were right to hang back. And yet, there was this nagging feeling telling you this wasn't right. You shouldn't be sitting back like a coward.

You had a job to do: track down the ants.

And no matter what, you had to follow through. You didn't want to be a burden. Didn't want to hold anyone back. There were temporary solutions to your little problem that would be wise to exploit right about now.

So you closed your eyes as you stepped forward, heading where the scent of blood was strongest.

You were used to the dark. Senses attuned to navigate it. And it wasn't like you would be completely lost, so long as you could sense the aura of the others. It would be enough to lead you for now.

"This is a bullet casing." You recognized the voice as Killua's.

"But I thought anything mechanical was forbidden here, isn't it?" It was Gon who spoke up next, aura radiating anger.

"Just because it's forbidden, doesn't mean it's impossible for things like this to exist here." Your tense demeanor hadn't changed, but you were there nonetheless. The feeling of eyes on you as you emerged from the underbrush.

"And it means the underground rulers of the NGL weren't only manufacturing drugs, but weapons." Kite confirmed.

The swirl of anger only increased in Gon's aura at the news. Seems you weren't the only one who hated the NGL.

"Hey, Killua. Give the bullet here for a sec."

You rarely called him and Gon by their names. Which meant.... Things must've been a lot worse than he thought.

He placed the casing in your outstretched palm. Your fingers traced around it, the tension on your face changing into shock.

"An automatic?!?" Not good. Horrific in fact if an ant had been the one wielding it.

"You're able to tell what gun it was?" Killua asked.

"I used to know a guy whose ability was a bullet that never missed. My best friend actually. Safe to say I know what I'm talking about. I'd give a visualization, but..."

"It's fine." You were doing what you could, so he and Gon would do what you couldn't.

You crouched down towards what you assumed was a puddle of blood. You activated your nen and placed your hand on top of what you realized was a lot more liquid than you were expecting.

It was just water. It was just water. It was just water.

Warm water that had been out in the sun for a while.

Water that stuck to your skin and stained it red.

Just water.

"Whoever this was stood no chance. If they were even human." You noted.

"Yeah but, judging by this...." Killua trailed off. Unease taking over the previous confidence.

"This wasn't a human's doing. Most likely, it was a Chimera Ant." Kite's words left no room for doubt.

Great. Now you had to deal with coked up ants wielding weapons. Just fantastic.

"If my instincts are correct and the Chimera Ants are using firearms now.... I hate to say it, but it's possible the NGL'S underground rulers have already been fed to the queen."

Fed?

It was then that everything clicked for you. Everything you'd been picking up wasn't a strange coincidence.

"So my senses weren't off then."

"You mean the things disappearing and reappearing, right?" The anger from Gon was slowly dissipating, but still very much there.

"Yeah. People have been dying...And the Chimera Ants have been rapidly reproducing. If we don't pick up the pace, things are going to get worse for everyone." With that said, you made a small circle with your unoccupied hand, coating the space with your nen.

You wouldn't be able to stare head on at what happened here, but someone else could.

"Kite, let's confirm those suspicions here and now. Be my eyes for a bit and tell me what you're able to deduce."

It wasn't that you didn't trust the boys, but Kite had the most experience out of the two of them. He would be able to pick up on things they wouldn't have. And right now, you needed to be as precise as possible. No more messing around.

You felt a hand guide your wrist upwards. The disgusts from Kite's aura doubling at what he saw through your little spy glass.

Your ability had highlighted the scene in a way that felt more horrific than the carnage already there.

Small fragments of bone and bullet casings hidden away by the blood. Traces of saliva with a faint feeling of bloodlust. The most notable was a trail of dried bloody footprints leading away from the site.

Footprints that weren't human.

Your ability was proving to be more precise than his En. Whoever had trained you did a hell of a job. It was only a matter of how long you'd be able to hang on with your hemophobia. (Which wasn't hard to deduce from your reaction towards both the note and sight in front of you.)

He let go of your wrist, you and the boys waiting for his assessment.

"What'd you get?" You asked wiping your bloodied hand on your slacks. The nen you summoned long gone.

There was no beating around the bush. The ants were here, and they'd already begun consuming humans. Inheriting their brutality from the Underground rulers.

What was it you said?

If the ants had complex human thoughts, it'd be a lot harder to track them down?

"This will be an unprecedented biohazard."

All of you would have to be on guard.

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Fun Fact #12: Y/n's favorite animal is the capybara.

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Tage: @fandomhoe101 @justxiao

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An: Originally, this chapter was gonna go all the way to the dreaded episode 86, but something happened and I'm going to need to take a short break from writing. So I figured I'd give y'all a shorter version of what I had planned. I'll only be gone for just a few weeks until I can sort myself out, then I'll be back stronger 💪💪 I just don't want to force myself to write and it doesn't come out good. So for now-

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#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon x reader #killua x reader #mayhaps a kite x reader???#big sib reader #older reader #found family #x reader #platonic

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daincrediblegg · 1 year ago

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I’ve been seeing some complaints about Hari’s wig so I’ve decided to use my arcane knowledge of Jared Harris images to rate some looks from 1 (I’m questioning my choices) to 10 (I’ve never been more right) in order to prove the point that that wig wasn’t even the worst look he's ever had. Not even close.

1. the jaz haz of receiving psychic damage. With the exception of the moustache he is perfectly fine (honey. Listen. It just doesn’t work in this case. ily) but also him making that face specifically like he’s psyduck personified is extremely funny to me. 7/10

2. He looks like he could conceivably be in mortal kombat??? But also his fatality move would be the lamest shit ever? Babygirl you don’t fight like that. Put those things down. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Simultaneously I feel like I’ve stumbled onto the set of a very strange porno from the 70’s and I’m actually a little uncomfortable (again. Honey. You can do better with the stache thing. I’ve seen it. There are some good images with you in a mustache. It’s not this one tho I’m sorry) 5/10

3. The fuckin wig. Listen. Y’all in the hair and makeup department do wonderful things on this show. Really. I mean that. But what made us say that this is the move? Who said “young Hari, huh? I know what to do” and then made him a fucking beatle in the worst way possible (though I can’t entirely fault them- wouldn’t be the first time he’s done this). Though I suppose they didn’t want us to forget that this show is a comedy, and at least they’re aware of that. 5/10

5. … who is he? He came out of the fucking woods with the most unimaginable stank and breath of haggis. I literally am completely baffled by his presence. Perhaps a little perturbed by it. Perhaps a little turned on. Who knows. Schrodinger’s rating: either 2/10 or 6/10 depending on how desperate I am

6. Literally the ideal man. I don’t know what to tell you folks but you’re lookin at him. He looks like he just stumbled out of an elton john houseparty at 3am and is still riding out his ecstasy high and if he asked me for my firstborn child I don’t think I or any godly creature could possibly refuse him. 100000/10

7. Orenge. This one I felt merited 3 consecutive images bc the frequency of this appearance astounds me. This man like my father before him has held onto his yellow sunnies from the 90’s for far too long. There has never been a more depression image ever shot than that first one and it was really mean of the person who took this to do that, but also it’s a mood somehow. Can’t shake the combo of this with the buzz tho like thats… buddy there are better choices. I am glad you are making them now but damn. 4/10

8. Danger Will Robinson… you’ve been assigned old man at birth by production crew. Even that benjamin button cunt didn’t have it this bad. EVEN WIG BOY HARI SELDON DOESN’T HAVE IT THIS BAD!!!! I deadass want to take him home and put him in a bath and make him bathe in conditioner for a week. 1/10

9. Now look here sonny jim. You can’t do this to him. Like I’m sorry. What was the logic here, disney? You make a man look so unabashedly GORGEOUS with the long red hair and the outfit and the whole thing? Only to have him say fuck all?? You don’t deserve him. NONE of you deserve him. I want to take him to a whore house in red dead redemption and fuck him silly. I want justice for the bitches that wronged him. 9/10

#jared harris #hari seldon #I cannot remain silent on the matter of jh lewks any longer. the world needs to know what I know. what I have seen.#you're welcome thank you good night

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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A Little Moxie Love:Splatoon!!

It's time once again for another round Moxxie Waifu Connoisseur as the cameras open us up to a shot of the talk show studio set, music playing as the crowd applauded. Said crowd once again made up of a certain sweet little red possum's love life while the alpha girl herself Millie sat beside the imp of the hour himself. Who was busy giving the host and author of this whole insane set up a glare so intense that if it could harnessed? It would make for quite a powerful laser or energy source, that was for sure but the flaming skullheaded mad man was paying our fave imp boi no mind to how much he hate him though compared to Blitzo, who can say?!

Sketch:"Ladies and Gentlemen, bastards and tramps, bloodsuckers, motherfuckers, roadtrash and vamps!! To the freaks and the strange, in the crowd and on the stage, welcome to another edition of Waifu Conoisseur and do we have a guest lined up for this possum right here..."*The flaming skullman of course had to put his opening exposition on hold as he found a gun held and pointed at the side of his head. The click of a hammer being cocked as Moxxie was aiming with intent to kill. And it was clear if Sketch gave him just one good reason? He was going to squeeze that trigger.*

Moxxie:"Go ahead, try it, i dare you, i double dare you, you ghost rider headed fuck. Just try and play your sick games or better yet just get it over with. Who you got backstage behind the curtains huh? Tell me damn you!!"*Ohh how tempted the Imp was to just put a bullet into the guy's head. But for all he knew Murphy's law was just waiting to screw him over but not as much as whatever guest Sketch had lined up. It took him a while to recover from that marathon session with La last time around. And that was before the reverse gangbang orgy!!*

Sketch:*Seemingly nonchalant about the pending threat on his life, continued on with his hosting duties. The show must go on after all.* "Well now aren't we just eager for your latest dick flattening session huh? So won't keep you waiting long there, you randy little possum you. Give it up folks for Splatoon's resident cute sexy idol Marina Ida!!"*Much as Moxxie would've liked to pistol whip the host for his remarks, especially calling him a possum, the imp hitman and his kinky, sexy wife looked stage right to see the arrival of the guest of honour herself. Indeed it was Splatoon's resident dark skinned Octoling and DJ singer of the duet Off the Hook in all her exotic tentacle haired glory. Basking in the applause from the crowd before looking over her shoulder to shoot Moxxie a wink and a smile as she blew a kiss his way. Millie giddy of course while her hubby was currently trying to reboot his brain.* "Not gonna lie I could've gone with this suggestion of her inviting you guys to a party but trying to setup the Splatoon bunch into the Hellverse would've been a hassle so ya know, sometimes you got cut out the middle man so buckle up possum!! She's here to party...."

Soon as the host finished that remark, Marina made her way over to the couch with a sexy strut, a sensual grin on her face as she sway and sashayed her hips. Taking clear delight and amusement in Moxxie's reaction as she leaned towards him in a way that was clearly meant to draw attention to her jiggling, bountiful bosom. Unzipping her top slowly as she exposed more acres of glorious booby flesh, while she and Millie glanced at the rising, swelling bulge in his pants signalling that Octoling idol's seductive courtship and sexual charisma was having its intended affect. Leaning in to press her lips to his, arms draping around his shoulders as her hair tendrils wrapped around his head to pull him in deeper and closer as Millie looked on with delight and the audience/harem hoolered and cheered on.

Sketch of course meanwhile checked his cellphone, quirking a skullfaced brow at a notification as he made his exit stage left to leave the pending action to some privacy. A frown on his face as he made his way through the backstage area and stepped outside to find his security detail surrounding a certain horse obsessed Imp assassin. Said imp armed to the teeth and looking indignant as he set his sights on the flaming skullheaded host, you could just feel the contempt the two had for each other. The intensity made Hell's flames look tepid.

Blitzo:"Hello fuckface.....gonna invite me in?"*The imp quipped and snarked as he cocked and aimed his flintlock piston at the Author/Host. Not bothered by the security team flinching, shifting their stances ready to dogpile him and disarm him. Even as their boss made his way over, standing face to face with him as he seemed once again unbothered at having a loaded weapon trained on him. The imp had to give him this, he had a real brass set on him.*"Dunno what's pissing me off more, that you got M&M getting so frisky, that Loony's involved or that I'm somehow still not tapping M&M...so which you think it is, fuckface?"

Sketch:"You know the real answer there Blitz. Fact of the matter is I don't like ya and the last thing I need is you being a buzzkill with your emotional baggage....but you got a point, maybe I should cut you some slack…”*The flaming skull headed avatar spoke before suddenly drawing out a gun of his own with it pointed and aimed at Blitzo. Hammer cocked, safety off and just needing an excuse to start shooting.*”Is what you thought I’d say bitch!”*The dandy dressed former circus clown imp widened his eyes a bit, clearly he hadn’t expected someone to be willing to try out any him. They were now in a Mexican standoff that could end only one way, just kne good sudden move to set them off.*”Come on, do it pussy, no balls!!”

But let us leave this amusing diversion that has given the author host the excuse he needed to vacate the premises for some damage control and back to the real reason we are all here for. Things getting really spicy back in the studio’s talk show set as Marina and the imp duo wwre now fully naked, the naked octopus hottie licking and sucking on the top of Moxxie’s cock as she sandwiched and stroked off his length and girth with her exquisite milk chocolate skinned tits. All the while the imp’s groans of ecstasy were cut off by the intense liplock he was having with Millie as she made out with him, having stripped off her own clothing as she had her man plunge his fingers into sloppy, soaking wet slit. And this was just the warm-up of course before they really got started.

Ooh they certainly got started at high gear and full erotic volume as Moxxie laid back horizontally on the couch as Marina rode and bounced on him cowgirl style as Millie sat on his f face to have him eat her out. Moaning deeply as her man’s gifted tongue plunged away to drink up her juices as her hands leaned behind her to grasp his oh well crafted and maintained horns as she and Marina made out, their tongues dancing together the as the kinky imp and the sexy octopus-squid babe bonded in a shared lust snd love for her stud husband much to the delight of the studio audience of course. Especially with every regular organism shift of combination and position as the talk show set became an amateur porno livestream, definitely not for the kids that’s for sure!! And for those wondering, yes indeed Marina got a particular thrill from having her tendril hair grabbed and pulled.

From either her or Millie eating one another out as Moxxie plowed one of them missionary or doggy style to being bent over the couch or folded into a mating press, the pop idol was definitely going to remember this lovely encounter for sure. Especially when the alpha male imp stud would cum, that thick white hot baby batter dazzling the tastebuds of her tongue or filling up her ass and womb to overflowing excess. The pop idol dj wondering how to arrange and setup a party that would consist of having hotties line up around the block twice just to have this absolute sexual unit rock their world, after all why wouldn’t they? This guy was a total catch!!

As the threesome’s energy naturally worked the crowd into another orgy of course, outside the studio building was the aftermath of absolute chaos. The security team scattered about like they had been flung out of a twister but still alive, bullet holes decorating the floors and walls as Sketch and Blitzo laid on the floor, exhausted and looking like they came out of a war zone. The imp and flaming skull headed avatar catching their breaths, weapons scattered about as their fight had reached an point of exhaustion for the both of them. A comfortable silence between before the former circus clown spoke up.

Blitzo:”Okay so we call that a draw, does that make us friends now?” *Sketch gained the most deadpan expression imaginable as he looked Blitzo’s way. Despite any pain and tardiness he felt in his body, he reached out to bop him right on his head.*”Ah You dick!!” *And cue anko their bop on the head. The imp shooting s desdpan glance of his own.*”Simp, no would’ve sufficed….”

Sketch:”Ah go choke on Stolas’ dick…..”

#sketchfan #sketchfanda #sketchfan85 #marina #marina splatoon #marina ida #moxxie #moxxie helluva boss #helluva moxxie #moxxie smut #millie #helluva millie #millie helluva boss #daitomodachi #kakyoin waifu conoisseur

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nebelpanda · 3 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 - Childhood Trauma, Spirit Possession

The Evergreens decided to go on a trip to Crystalhelm. It was just going to be Eva keeping up good relations and exchanging library information, but Sawyer insisted on taking the kids along to go to the hot springs together. Scheduling wise that resulted in Sawyer taking the twins there while Eva took care of royalty business. It’d be too boring for the princelings (this includes Sawyer).

The trio managed to secure a private spring for themselves. Misty steam flowed over the surface and out over the ornate stones. That is to say, the vibes were immaculate.

“CANNONBALL!” Emily rushed in immediately, the wave from her splash going over the boy’s ankles. The regret happened just as quickly when she popped back up. “EEEEEE HOT HOT HOT HOT-” She scrambled back out.

Sawyer chuckled and ruffled her wet hair. “Like I said, slowly getting in will get you used to it. And too much roughhousing might get you lightheaded.”

Emily growled and swatted at him playfully. “Yeah yeah, I get it. You know you can’t put a pool in front of me and not expect me to try that!”

“Exactly why I didn’t stop you.” Cool uncle knows what’s up.

Jack meanwhile started dipping his toes in, rather hesitant to get in. “Too hot…”

Sawyer went ahead and stepped in, having to admit the temperature intensity. “Oh- I can cool it with ice magic! Then as the magic goes away, the water will slowly get warm again in a way we’ll get used to!”

The kid’s tails swished at the display of magic. Very cool and pretty. Hopping in, it was still warm while much more tolerable.

“Thank you~ Now, I’ll be the pirate, who’s gonna be the sailor and the sea monster?” Emily looked expectantly at the others for a customary session of playing pretend.

Sawyer grinned mischievously, hands curling into claws as his answer.

After a dramatic battle with loaded backstories between the twins, they had to join forces against the evilest fox of the sea. Together they speared the monster of the boiling seas, aka pushed the older Kitsune twice their height with a big splash. He floated on the water’s surface, pretending to be dead by sticking his tongue out. Jack and Emily high fived in a secret handshake kind of way and metaphorically let their characters sail off into the sunset.

Tuckered out after the play, it was time to relax into the warm healing waters. Sawyer floated over to the edge of the pool and retied his long wet hair into a messy bun. He then sank down to lean his head against the rocks, dipping his mouth under water to blow some bubbles.

When the kids came over to join him, Jack spoke up. “Hey, uncle Sawyer? What was that weird scar on your chest from?”

The question totally caught him off guard. “Huh? What scar?” He got up and looked down, not really seeing anything.

“That one.” Jack pointed towards his heart. “It’s hard to see, but kinda looks like a wisp. From the folk tales.” The curious child pointed out.

Sawyer squinted and craned his head at the spot and brushed his hand over it. Sure enough, he could barely make out some discoloration where his strange birthmark used to be. “Oh… This whole time I thought it was completely gone…” Faint as it may be, the revelation was unpleasant.

It was always a point of insecurity that bled into his choice of clothing, before it became a sign of something dark and evil. He used to always prefer long sleeves, but now he had a clear guns out policy. Yet he was still rather averse to exposing his chest. The first time he was at these hot springs, when his undead parents still terrorized the forest, he kept his undershirt on. And deep down he knew that mark was the reason. Even though no one knew what it meant, least of all Sawyer, deep down he felt uncomfortable about it.

“So… Why’s it like that?” The child wrenched him from the introspection.

Emily had been keenly listening and lit up. “Storytime?!”

He sat back down and scratched his cheek. “Uh- Well, it’s not from any traditional battle. And it’s not a very fun and epic story either…”

And yet the twins stood in front of him expectantly, just like any other time he’d recount one of his adventures.

He knew he had to give in. And really, if he could talk about his dead parents taking over the forest, he could talk about this! “Okay.”

He started thinking where to begin, mumbling to himself. “You’re 8 now, I was.. Kinda just.. So basically…” The calculations practically swirled around his head, finding the surprising answer. “Oh, this was pretty much 10 years ago. Huh, wild.

“So… This sickness called the Kitsuflu was going around the Eternal Grove, like a flu specifically for Kitsune. It might’ve even been caused by the enemy of this story in a way, but we can’t be sure of that yet. You see, Inari was the goddess of foxes and nature and when the Kitsune started being a thing, she got really mad. Pomphion stopped her-”

“Like Keiji’s friend?” Jack inquired.

Sawyer smiled a little at the interruption. “Yes, Keiji’s patron. He’s actually a pretty important part of this tale too.”

The kids leaned in enthusiastically, hungry for more.

“Now, Pomphion actually had to kill Inari and take over her duties. But as you know, death isn’t always the end. Her vengeful ghost took on the new name Akunari and had to be sealed in the Eternal Grove.

“For centuries, she tried whatever she could to escape and take out our race. Somehow, on the day I was born, she was able to send out enough of her power to try to claim me as her vessel.”

Emily tilted her head. “Like a ship?”

His face scrunched up, considering the comparison. “Sort of… What I mean is that…” He grew a little more somber, ears folding back slightly. “She tried taking control of me, to claim me as her servant. Like I’d grow up under her influence and take down our kind for her.

“Thankfully, the elders and your grandparents noticed her presence and stopped her. All she could do was leave that mark on me, symbolizing that she’d have an easier time taking me over in the future.

“Shockingly, this big thing I knew nothing about until the incident 10 years ago, was actually the reason your grandparents left on their adventure. Of course part of it was that they wanted to adventure, but they also tried finding a way- the power to fight Akunari. To save us. To save… me. It’s even part of the reason Pomphion sent Keiji to watch over us. Her music could strengthen the seal on Akunari.” He looked down with some bitterness, a hand over his chest. “...All because of that mark.”

The kids went over to hug their uncle. There have been sensitive moments during these storytimes before, but few like this. “So bad things happened, but also a good thing!” Jack pointed out encouragingly.

Sawyer hugged them back, a smile returning to his face. “Yeah… I’m glad Keiji came to us.” He sighed. “This isn’t even the worst part of the story yet.”

“Are you okay?” The girl asked sweetly.

“...Yeah. It’s alright. We still have a fight to get to.” He patted their heads and let them get back into listening position.

“So we got through the backstory… Okay, so over time her seal only grew weaker. The forest fire, the vampire’s influence, the death of Pomphion… She just had to wait for one more thing to weaken us. And that thing was the Kitsuflu. While I was sick, she was able to possess me. To take control of my body.”

He looked down at his hands. “Such a weird, terrible experience. Like I was stuck in a bad dream, learning about why this was all happening through her memories. Seeing what I did in a haze, aware and unaware at the same time. Unable to act, but feeling something going through the motions.

“...She made me break her seal and we marched to the castle to attack, while our people were down with the sickness. But my friends found us first. So we fought. I was forced to fight my friends.” He grit his teeth and balled his fists, hesitating on bringing up the painful truth. “Eva reached out and I almost hurt her!”

The twins looked at him not with any malice, just worry. So the elder took a moment to compose himself. “Thankfully, that and Barley’s intervention managed to pull me out of her hold and we could fight her off together. But truly defeating her wasn’t a matter of strength. Through talking things out, compassion and Keiji playing Pomphion’s song, her spirit finally moved on.”

Finding solace in the good ending, he executed on his usual end of story flourish with a bow. “And so we saved the day yet again. The Kitsune were spared from enduring an undead goddess’ wrath and I was saved from a curse I didn’t know I had.”

The kids clapped, their curiosity satisfied. “You’re still the coolest!” Emily praised.

“Fighting a god that went inside your head is sooooo cool! What was even her problem, though? Just hating us for existing?”

“Kind of. Foxes were her precious creations. So when our human ancestors started becoming one with them, it felt to her like… sacrilige?” He barely recalled the term. “Like, unholy. Even though we stayed in harmony with nature, she just grew more and more resentful that we’d dare assume part of her domain.”

“...What a meanie.” Jack crossed his arms.

Sawyer sat back down into the water, relaxing now that he got that story out of his system again. Brushing over his chest again, aware now that the mark never fully left, he swallowed a tinge of worry. “Yeah… She really was.”

-> Some post campaign retrospective on the one session of our D&D game (Beyond Earth's Evil) that I got to DM. Me when I retrofit lore for my child way into the game and it somehow fit in fine lol

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dream-thief-forever-amen · 6 months ago

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It’s an auspicious day, ya’ll! Today is the first time in my cdrama viewing history a male lead has lit my panties on fire for reminding me of men.

I have been captivated by the alluring male cdrama beauties that have graced my screen, and even swooned over a few delicately handsome ones like Cheng Yi.

Some of the men in cdramas remind me of women (I’m not saying they are feminine or girly, this is just how my gay brain works when I like pretty boys cause I’m gay, folks). Sometimes cdrama men remind me of myself (behavior wise). Usually they are just characters, however, that I can enjoy in the context of the stories without my lizard brain screaming at me to tear their clothing off.

But sometimes… very rarely… I’ll see a dude on screen and think “Yeah. Ok. Huh. Wow. Shit.” And then proceed to fantasize about straight sex. In a strange disassociated way that it still quite enjoyable to experience (if ya know you know).

So let’s thirst over Darren Wang in The Wolf together. Have ya’ll seen him???

Sexualizing men in a heterosexual context is wild. But my wolf guy has made demands and apparently I must comply. Why fight nature? The brain is mad science, no one understands it, just go with the flow.

The Wolf is mucking about with my internal chemistry and I like it.

(Also this absolutely stunning FL is a work of art but I’m sorry my gorgeous lady that human beside you has 100000% of my attention)

Cause… WTF?!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

I’m speechless.

I popped this drama on randomly this morning thinking I needed a break from the intensity of Joy of Life and got another type of intensity.

The Wolf is very cheesy and over the top in all the best ways. It was giving me Gu Family Book vibes in the first few eps… with the sweet monster boy in love with a lone beauty on a mountain top. The music is a bit too loud when they bring in the OST but it has 2010-2014 kdrama vibes. And I liked a lot of kdramas from that era… they were unique. They had these angsty plot lines and featured people who actively contributed to their own suffering in a very sexy smoldering way. This show came out in 2020 but whatever, it fits the bill.

Darren Wang was amazing as the smiling snarling wolf boy… but when he showed up in that black uniform with that hair cut and started disrobing his silky black undershirt to expose all his honey colored perfect skin I thought I was going insane. INSANE. I had to pause the show and walk away (metaphorically. I just picked up my phone and ran here obviously)

Our boys got a Bidam glow up.

Friends. Help me!

I already saw possible spoilers searching for gifs so I’m gonna hide from the net for a while before I ruin this show plot line and just enjoy this brief lapse into lust for men.

The hormones have been activated. I am powerless against them. Ladies and gay boys, I’ll return to you after this brief interruption of normal broadcasting…

#the wolf #cdrama #darren wang #and the angst is soooo good

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lovelyknives18 · 21 days ago

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I Tragedy (or how to stop the apocalypse)

Chapter 1/?

Word count: 1,247

Title: Something strange comes this way

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61513879

September 13th, 1997.

In the late afternoon of friday, a student by the name of April stayed after school, deciding on heading into the high school's library. Stopping by her locker, reaching for some of the books she had to return she overhears some of the girls she knows in her class talking about her as they walk by. "I found one of her hairs in the showers after gym class, it literally looks like pubic hair." The one brunette whispered to her friend, snidely giggling as the other commented on her appearance.

April tried to ignore their mockery, but it was easier said than done. Those girls are always making fun of her, for being a loser, her hair, and even the color of her skin. She builds herself back up, closing her locker before an older boy, wearing a Metallica shirt with the sleeves cut off. Faded blue jeans, that were big enough to hide a small child under and black combat boots slammed his hand against her locker. "Hey, Morris. You know what?" He bobbed his head back and forth, wearing an obnoxious grin on his face while biting his bottom lip. April hated Michael, he never stopped bothering her. Half of his insults towards her weren't even good or clever. "What do you want?"

"... You have a giant zit on your forehead." Michael pointed out, before smacking his hand against her face, then slapping her books out of her hand. He ran off, cackling like a girl who laughs too much at a guy's joke cause she "likes" him. "Oh yeah? Well you're a... Chicken butt!" April called out, Michael was far out of sight. She slumped her shoulders, choosing to grab the books and not embarrass herself further continuing her journey.

Once she entered, she headed over to the desk. "Hi, Ms. Hilken, is it just me or did you get a new glasses chain? Cause they look niiice." Ms. Hilken did not, April placed the books back on the desk in the return pile. "Aw, you always know how to brighten an old woman's day. Finished with these already?"

"Yeah, already." April confirmed, mentally preparing for what the old woman will say. "Aw, that's nice. A girl like you is such a good reader."

"Yep..." Here it comes, "Especially for your kind, why I still remember the help my folks had, nice kids from that lovely-"

"Okay, that's nice. I'm just gonna go and browse around." April turned away, bumping into another peer. "Sorry," All she received, was a look of annoyance.

While browsing through the fictional section, April notices a shelf all the way back. Nestled in the corner, seemingly forgotten. "Weird, I never noticed this before." She stepped closer, her eyes following up to the single book that was there. She ran her finger up on the book's spin, tracing over its words. "What's a Gozer? And why is it not moving?!" She muttered, praying the book isn't permanently from whatever cause books to be stuck. But as she does she hears what sounds like a lock to something opening, "AH-" She jumped back, covering her mouth as she watched the shelf slide open, revealing a staircase leading down below. "Huh, what the what?" April looked around, wondering if she was a part of an elaborate prank or something. Looking around, April made sure no one else was present as she made a difficult decision. "I can't believe I'm doing this." April pulled her camera out, as she stepped in but almost chickened out at the sudden, distance growling. "Okay, it's okay, what's the worst that could happen? Besides from possibly getting mauled."

April places her hands against the stone wall, to keep track of where to walk as she moves forward. Until she finds a railing that must belong to a staircase. Carefully placing her foot out, she sighs in relief that it is stairs. Staying close to the railing she descends down, the breathing becoming louder as she now hears a voice or two. But then she thinks to herself, the breathing doesn't sound like something belonging to a person. But an animal, like an aggressive dog, a bear, or a cougar.

Finally at the bottom, she sees a strange light illuminating the entryway to what must be a secret chamber. But why under a high school? She hides behind the wall as she hears the voices talking, whatever it is it must be important or even exciting for them. April can't make out exactly what they're saying, but she takes a quick look. Her eyes widen as she sees what can only be described as a glimpse into another dimension, and the source of the animalistic breathing. The beast seems to have sensed her presence, as its glowing red eyes bore into hers and lets out a simple name that'll change her life forever. "Zuul..." April's jaw dropped, as her hand unintentionally pressed down and the flash from her camera gives a better look at the beast. "Shit!" She hushed.

The voice was not that of a human, but something demonic and guttural. Whatever it is could clearly sense her presence, as its glowing red eyes turned directly to April's own.

"Who's there!?"

The two people, who April heard their voices turn around. She was shocked to see the faces of her principal and history teacher. "Uhh, sorry. I think I took a wrong turn." She says, with a nervous laugh before quickly turning back, and running up the stairs taking her chances being in the dark than dealing with a demonic dog that may or may not have killed her. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, NOOO!" She hears a loud roar from the chamber as she begins to run back up the stairs. Behind her, the sound of heavy, clawed feet on stone begin to rapidly approach, echoing menacingly as they move up the stairs.

"No, no! Nice dog! O-or I hope you're a dog." April yelled, as she ran upwards trying not to slip against the steps. The beast lets out a deep roar as it rushes up the stairs, breathing loudly and gaining on her quickly as she stumbles her way upwards in the pitch black. In the darkness she hears it say in a guttural, demonic voice.

"There is no dog... only Zuul!!!"

"No, I didn't mean your name was dog-" April stutters, before the beast growls again and April screams louder. "Nevermind!" She reaches the top and is thankful that the door is open again. With her feet sliding against the wood floor, she quickly pushes the shelf close.

"Whew, that was close- Ah!" April jumps back onto the floor, hearing the beast run into the wall with a heavy thud and slams its claws against the stone, snarling and growling angrily in the darkness on the other side. Suddenly it falls silent, only its breathing can be heard as it slinks back down into the chamber below.

On the other side of the bookcase, April lays where she fell on the floor of the library, panting as she looks back at what just occurred. "Okay... There's a secret chamber... Ugh, under the school... My principal and history teacher might be in an cult... And there's a demon dog." She wasted no time getting out of the area, even ignoring Michael's jabs that still were as clever as rock who could multiply.

What had she gotten herself into?

#ghostbusters #fanfic

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arjaandsimoni · 2 years ago

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Black Eyes Among the Briars

The ball made a squeaking sound as it bounced across the playground, heading towards the woods at the border of the field, a young boy running up to meet it as a girl chased after him.

“Blake wait up!” she called out, her red hair flying behind her. She was about ten years old, going on eleven, wearing a green teeshirt and denim bluejeans with a clover embroidered onto one leg, green sneakers on her feet.

She stumbled to a halt as she drew near the woods however, her eyes going huge. Blake stood there, terrified, as the sounds of the playground seemed to fade around them.

The trees had changed, forming a sort of natural arch, and standing on the far end was a young boy in a plain white teeshirt and slacks, motioning to the other boy with a smile. Blake stumbled forward, the ball dropping from his numb hands as the girl looked around, but none of their teachers monitoring the recess nor any other kids seemed aware of what what was happening.

And then Blake crossed the threshold of the arch, and just like that it was gone, the trees were as they always were…

The girl looked at the spot, then shook herself, “Great… just great…” she sighed, “I gotta call my brother.” nodded Stephanie Fullmoon.

The Tristate Riverfront, Kentucky Side of the Ohio River.

Nelen gazed out across the river at the Cincinnati skyline, having serious mixed feelings about the view. His grandfather would be watching the area, but after what Stephanie had told him he had to come back.

“We’re really doing this huh?” asked Dawn, looking up at him, the girl dressed in her usual ‘passably human’ disguise of a sock hat, sunglasses, baggy pants, and teeshirt.

“Yeah, black eyes and a doorway in the trees. You know just as well as I do what that means.” he sighed, “If they’re preying on kids around here then we’re all they got. Uncle Roger won’t get off his lazy ass for anything and Mom refuses to use magic so she doesn’t bring down grandpa’s hammer on us.”

Dawn nodded, “Yeah…” she muttered, knowing all too well. Her people may be from Wonderland, but they knew all about That Place. The realm next door to their own in a metaphysical sense. The Land Under the Hill and Beyond the Crossroads.

“Yep. Mom knows we’re coming. She got us a room at the Motel 8 over in Florence. She knows we can’t risk coming back home.” he added.

Dawn nodded, “Mmm… gonna be a big risk though, isn’t your sister’s school like two blocks away?” she asked.

He frowned, “Yeah, but like hell am I going to let the Fair Folk snatch kids from my home turf.” he frowned as they set off for the local bus station.

Later, at the hotel.

Nelen sat on his bed across from his sister, the young girl describing what she’d seen in the portal.

“But yeah, other than the eyes it looked just like any other kid. Dressed like super plain though, and Blake couldn’t resist when it called him. Like he just walked in, but I could tell how freaked out he was.” she nodded.

Nelen scratched his chin, “Hm… that’s odd. They can’t just do that unless the mortal lets them somehow. Do you know if Blake had done anything recently? Played with any strange kids, picked up anything weird?” he asked.

She thought on that, then shook her head, “I dunno…” she replied, “His mom is going nuts, she’s insisting the cops comb the woods for him but, well, they’re not gonna find anything…”

He glanced at Dawn, “Hm… his mom work during the day? If she does I can see if we can’t scope out his place, see if anything seems weird. Here, write down his address.” he said, handing her a notepad. “Meanwhile, keep an eye on things at school, ask around if you can. They may come back for others, and if they do they gotta have a way to claim them.” he nodded.

Dawn grinned, “Leave it to me Red! I’ll sniff out anything that smells like fairy dust easy peasy!” she nodded, stretched out on the bed behind Nelen as he discussed the situation with his sister.

He looked up as a horn honked outside, “Sounds like mom is getting impatient, can’t blame her. Franklin would go nuts if he heard I was here. Go on and get home, we got this little sis.” he smiled, patting her shoulder.

After she left he sighed, “… bigods I hope we got this. I mean, we can at least stop them from taking any others but…” he frowned.

Dawn nodded, “Yeup. That Blake kid is screwed.” she mewled, her ears folding back sadly.

“Right, well, get some rest Dawn. Tomorrow you head to his house, I’ll check the woods near the school.” he said, flopping onto his bed. At least they’d have a weekend to do it, thank the gods its Friday.

Dawn grinned, then stretched out on the bed and yawned. “Mmmhm. Faeries won’t know what hit ‘em!”

Nelen rolled his eyes, then turned out the light.

Across town a young boy stood under a streetlamp, staring up at a house.

He smiled, walking forward, then opened the mailbox and slid in a plastic package with some sort of dough inside it along with a note, then turned and walked down the street and into the woods…

The Suburb of Edgewood

The next day Dawn padded along through the backyards in her cat form. “Okay… one two two six… one two two six… lesse… one two two…” she paused, hearing a loud growling sound as a dog pawed its way towards her, “Oh for… again?” she sighed, then sat up and smiled at it.

The dog paused in confusion. This wasn’t the reaction it normally got.

Dawn just grinned, then said, “Bad dog.” and there was suddenly a bright flash.

A second later the dog was bolting down the street whining in terror as giant vengeful mailmen that only he could see chased after him.

Dawn continued on, smirking. “Alright, one two…. Ah, here we go.” she nodded, walking up to the door. She sniffed a bit, then when she was satisfied the house was empty she blinked her eyes, and suddenly she was on the inside half of the door, walking along through the house. “Right, what's here that shouldn’t be…” she murmured.

She looked around for over an hour, but nothing seemed out of place. The kid’s bedroom was just the usual junk, though it had clearly been picked over by police. The kitchen was nothing unusual. A big fridge, several fancy appliances for the suburbanite woman who imagined themselves the next Martha Stewart but who was mostly the next Paula Deen but less horrible, a half-eaten loaf of bread in a tray on the counter, but nothing obviously supernatural. She didn’t smell a whiff of Arcadian magic or hedge fruit or anything!

She sighed, then teleported back out of the house, “Well, crap. I hope he’s having better luck than I did.” she muttered.

Nelen however, was not. Hedge gates were notoriously tricky to open if you wanted them to open, and this one was being very stubborn. He’d tried a few nonsense rhymes, rolling dice, flipping coins, even smashed a small handmirror, but no luck. He was currently flipping through a tome trying to work out what he could figure out when a voice called out.

“Hey buddy! What are you doing here? This place is part of an ongoing investigation and I… oh its you, Nelen.” they said, slowing to a halt.

Standing there was a former classmate of his, now working with the local police force. “Oh hey, been a while… Jim was it?” he tried.

The officer stuck his thumbs in his belt, “Yep, this is your sister’s school isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah, just seeing what I can figure out. I don’t want what happened to Blake to happen to her.” he replied.

He nodded, “Of course, of course, shitty situation that. His mom has been screaming up a storm on social media, even got city council involved.” he sighed, then said, “Um… you think what happened might’ve, um, been something your family deals with?” he asked.

Nelen glanced at him. Jim was a mundane, that is to say a human who couldn’t use magic and wasn’t supernatural in any way but he did know of it. Nelen helped him out of a real situation one Halloween when they were still in high school together involving an ill-fated dare to explore a haunted factory that, it turned out, really was haunted by a very easily angered specter. It was there that he’d found out about Clan Fullmoon.

“Afraid so Jim.” nodded Nelen. “You’re not gonna find that kid, he’s off with the faeries. Literally.” he sighed.

Jim snorted a bit, then paused at Nelen’s expression, “Shit, you’re serious? You mean some little inch tall bug people snatched him?” he asked.

“Not even close, but if they catch mortals sniffing around they might get violent. Get yourself something iron to carry with you, even a coin will do, hammer or knife is best. Something you can swing at ‘em.” he replied, “If you got steel jacketed rounds in that gun then they might help, but it won’t do as much as iron would.” he nodded to the gun on Jim’s belt.

“Um, yeah, we do. Standard issue. Bullets stop ‘em?” he asked.

“Iron stops them, but pure iron works best. Depending on how powerful they are steel might just piss them off.” he replied.

“Okay, but… if we’re not talkin’ Tinkerbell, what do I watch for?” he asked.

Nelen nodded, “So, yeah, Stephanie said she saw what got him. They look like a normal kid, except their eyes.” he replied, tapping his face just under his eyelid, “Completely black, no pupil, no iris, no nothing. Just jet-black orbs.”

The cop shuddered, “Jesus, sounds like something out of a horror movie.”

“Buddy, you don’t know the half of it.” he frowned.

“There’s really no way to get that kid back?” asked Jim.

Nelen shook his head, “None. Once they have him, he’s as good as gone. He might escape on his own someday, but… look, if in a few years you get some crazy ass hobo running around claiming to be Blake, gimme a call.” he said, “Because it’ll probably be him, or whats left of him.”

That night at the hotel

Dawn and Nelen compared notes, what little they had.

“Nothing, not a godsdamn thing. Whatever hedge gate is there its refusing to respond to anything I do. It might be I can’t even open it from this side.” he sighed.

“Yeah, same here.” frowned his feline companion, the cat having changed into her actual pajamas now. They’d long since worn that joke into the ground however to the point that not even Dawn made it anymore. “I looked all over that house. NOTHING smells of Arcadia. Not a single, damn, thing.” she flopped back.

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, but the way Stephanie described it they had to have some sort of in for controlling them. She said Blake was obviously terrified but couldn’t do anything except walk forward. It had to be something, but if we don’t find out soon…” he sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t even want to think of what that poor kid must be going through right now.” he made a face, Dawn nodding at that.

The fact that she didn’t have a snarky response spoke to the seriousness of the situation. A mortal in the clutches of the fair folk… well… it was possible that it could turn out okay for them, sometimes even better. The legends mortals got were all horror stories, but those were legends passed to them by those who escaped Arcadia back to Earth. There had to be some good faeries, right? Ones whose mortals didn’t want to escape?

They had to believe that… but the way he was grabbed, they both knew full well that this faerie was one of the bad ones.

Nelen dreamed that night, and the dream was not good.

He was surrounded by a forest of thorns, the moon hanging distant and alien in the sky. He looked around, frowning, then called out. “Alright, I get it. You wanna scare me. Get out here then.”

There was a presence nearby, and he looked down to find a young boy standing there, looking up at him with inky black eyes.

Why do you want to take my friends?

He felt the question more than hearing it. The older man shaking his head. “Ugh. Gonna have a headache when I wake up. Can’t you weird little fuckers learn to use a smartphone?” he grumbled, “Look, that kid is your’s. I’m not some idiot mundy, I know he had to have done something to let you claim him. So out with it. What was it?” he asked.

The childlike fae giggled, his mouth stretching into a wide smile… and his teeth looked wrong… too perfect, too shiny, and too damn sharp.

Won’t tell! Won’t tell!

“Yeah, figured it wouldn’t be that damn easy. Well knock it off. I’m here now. Keep this shit up and I’m handing out horseshoes to everyone in town.” he frowned.

The fae giggled again, grinning wider.

Too many! So many humans now! Not enough iron to go around! I’m going to have so many friends!

He glared, then flexed his hand, “Hey, creepy little kid. Yanno how much iron is in blood?” he asked.

A tendril of blood burst out from between the bandages on his hand, flexing in the air, “Wanna guess how much is in mine?” he snarled, and the tendril seemed to sprout jagged fang-like shapes along its length.

The fae hissed, jumping back. It landed on all fours among the briars, it’s eyes seeming to widen into deep inky black pools.

The tithe-takers! Tithe-takers are here! Keep away Hellbound one! These ones are my friends!

“Fucking make me Rumplestiltskin!” he snapped, slashing outwards with the tendril as it shot towards the fae and then there was a ringing like a loud bell and Nelen jolted awake in his bed.

He fumbled for his glasses, then looked at the clock, “… four in the godsdamn morning.” he flopped back, “At least I know what I’m up against now.” he frowned.

Next to him Dawn snored and turned over in her sleep, dreaming of fish.

Monday morning eventually came, Nelen having spent all of Sunday searching through any tomes of faerie lore he had on hand.

Unfortunately, nothing came up for that particular fae… though there were a lot of complications there. The fair folk could be anything, may have even been anything in the past. The fae he was after now could have been something totally different fifty years ago, nevermind when the books were actually written.

Stephanie however had to go back to school that day. She’d asked Nelen the night before if they had any success but had been as disappointed as he was at their lack thereof. Still, she’d come prepared, wearing a tank top and a denim skirt today, along with a pair of easily removable sandals. As she got her backpack hung up however a girl came over to her.

“Hey Steffi, did you leave something in my mailbox Friday night?” she asked.

Stephanie looked over at the girl. She was her age of course, wearing a purple teeshirt and denim jeanskirt with strappy sandals on her feet. “Huh? No, I didn’t put anything in there Lisa. Why?” she asked.

“Oh, um, yanno Friendship Bread? Well someone put the dough for some in there and my mom and I baked it up over the weekend. It was really good and I wanted to thank whoever did it, but they forgot to sign the card so I got no idea who.” she replied with a smile.

Stephanie felt a chill go down her back at that. “Um… you don’t say…” she replied, “Hey um, I gotta go do something really fast before class starts…” she nodded, ducking out of the classroom and into the bathroom, fishing her phone out of her pocket. “Please be awake please be awake please please…” she whispered, dialing Nelen’s number.

At the hotel Nelen snored, having spent most of the night pouring over tomes, then snorted awake, groping for his phone. He glared at the screen bleary eyed, then answered it. “Stef… wuzz guin’ on…” he grumbled.

“Nelen wake up!” she hissed, “I know how they’re doing it, and someone else is marked! Friendship bread! That old thing where people give dough to someone and the other person bakes it into bread! That’s why Dawn couldn’t find anything Arcadian! Its just normal bread, but the fae are giving it out!” she whispered, trying to keep her voice low incase someone came in the restroom.

Nelen jolted awake at this, “Bread? Just regular mundy bread. Shit, if the fae give it to them that still counts…” he grunted as Dawn blinked up at him, having dozed off in her cat form.

“Oh crap… there was a half eaten loaf of bread in that kid’s kitchen! I think she’s right!” she hissed.

Nelen swore. “Shit. Stephanie, keep an eye on her. If they gotta use the woods they won’t be able to nab her until recess. I’m on my way!” he said, scrambling out of bed and pulling his jeans on.

Stephanie nodded, “Right, its about noonish, just be here!” she said, biting her lip nervously. Lisa was in real danger, but they couldn’t warn her! Nobody would believe them if they told her the truth…

By noon Nelen was hiding out near the school. He’d texted Jim and told him he’d had a lead on this but that he’d have to be at the school today to deal with it, hoping his old friend could run interference incase someone called the cops on him. Dawn was nearby, human-shaped but invisible for now.

He looked up as he heard a bunch of childish screams and shrieks, seeing the third grade class get out for recess. It was time. “Dawn, keep an eye out. Stephanie said she’d stick close to their marked kid. If you see them show up, grab her and warp her away, I don’t care where.” he nodded firmly. “I’ll deal with the faerie.” he replied, holding a solid iron ballpeen hammer tightly in his bag.

As recess got underway Stephanie saw her friend seeming to drift closer to the tree line, the girl trying to cut her off. “Hey, Lisa, why don’t we stay closer in today huh?” she asked.

“I… I dunno, do we gotta? I kinda feel like I wanna get near the woods.” she replied.

“Oh? Um, why though?” she asked.

Lisa’s brow knotted up, the girl looking confused, “I… don’t know… but…” she looked up at the trees again, as if hearing a sound only she could hear, “I just…” she blinked slowly, her eyes going half lidded, “… need to be near them…” she murmured, starting to walk forward.

Stephanie eeped, trying to cut her friend off, “Naaaaaaaaah, lets go hang out on the benches, maybe someone snuck their phone out and we can check out whats up on Instagram or something?” she tried, but her friend shoved right past her, the girl’s eyes locked on the tree line. Stephanie frantically looked around, then spotted the shape of her brother in the shadow of a tree and jerked her head frantically towards her friend.

Nelen looked up, then ahead of the girl he saw the trees begin to bend and shift into a gate-like archway. In amongst the groves was the faerie, waving to Lisa and beckoning her forward.

For about five seconds before a pair of invisible arms appeared around her and, “YOINK!” suddenly the girl was sitting inside her classroom with a confused expression, the distance and being indoors cutting off the fae’s influence. “Everyone gets one.” Dawn whispered in her ear, before vanishing.

The faerie however did not like this one bit.

“Where did she go?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY NEW FRIEND?!” he snarled, his voice echoing as the kids in the playground all paused, looking around in confusion.

“Sorry faerie boy, that girl is under my protection. Leave now and don’t come back.” said Nelen, stepping forward as he slipped the hammer out from his bag.

“You… Demon-marked! Hellsworn!” he snapped, Nelen aware that eyes were beginning to turn towards him. The faerie looked at the kids, grinning. “You can’t touch me, they think I’m one of them. If you hurt me the other humans will lock you up.” he sneered.

“He can’t. I can!” snapped another voice.

Stephanie came striding across the grass, glaring at the faerie. “You took away MY friend! You almost took another! How dare you!” she glared.

Nelen took a step back, slipping the hammer into his bag once more, as the faerie looked at her.

“Oh? And what exactly are you going to do little mortal? Do you want to be my friend too?” he sneered.

Stephanie grinned, and it wasn’t a nice grin. “You’re going to leave, or else I’ll scream.” she replied, and Nelen quickly made sure his bag strap was secure, a hand holding his hat in place.

“… and what exactly will that do?” asked the faerie.

Stephanie took a deep breath… and screamed.

Clan Fullmoon was a clan of monster hunters, and like most of the monster hunting families they had an ace up their sleeve. A leg up of their own in the supernatural department.

All the men in Clan Fullmoon had supernatural strength, some moreso than others. Nelen was strong enough to, say, punch a dent in a dumpster.

The women however could use magic.

Her scream came out more akin to the cry of some gigantic hawk, and as soon as she unleashed it the air went from calm to full on gale force wind! The air howled as a gust of almost seventy miles an hour slammed towards the tree line!

Nelen got back behind his tree and held on for dear life as her classmates screamed in panic, the teachers trying to get them back inside as fast as they could go! The faeire boy stumbled at the sudden blast of wind. He was outside his lands and on Earth his power was greatly diminished!

The storm had caught him off guard and as he looked he saw that Stephanie wasn’t there, just a pair of sandals sitting on the grass.

Nelen smirked, taking the hammer back out and holding out, handle first. There was a blur, and suddenly his hand was empty.

The faerie looked around frantically, but it wasn’t used to not being omniscient. In its own realm it could tell where everything and everyone was, but on Earth its senses were weaker too!

“You guys put so damn much stock in names, should’ve found out ours first. Its Fullmoon.” grinned Nelen.

The faerie’s eyes widened, “… chosen of the Maven…” he whispered then looked up, and Stephanie shot down from the sky! Her arms were now a pair of massive black raven wings, her legs changed into bird-like talons, and the hammer clutched firmly between them.

The faerie had only a moment to scream as the hammer slammed home, his face erupting in silver fire as the iron bit into his flesh! He turned to her, half his head gone, scorched away by the hammer, as the girl grinned at him and banked around, then came back in for a finishing blow!

He snarled, then ran for the hedge gate, but the storm was here and she was faster! Another loud crash and the fae stumbled, then fell headless to the ground!

Then reality seemed to burp, and all that was left was a pile of dried oak leaves that scattered on the wind she’d called.

Stephanie landed by her sandals, her feathers molting away to reveal ordinary human arms as her legs shed their scales, changing back into regular legs. She put the sandals on, then walked over to Nelen, handing the hammer back. “That oughta do it. Hey Dawn, we got a tornado shelter inside, think you can land me there out of view?” she asked.

“You got it big bird.” grinned the cat. She’d appeared in the branches of the tree midway through the fight, having watched Stephanie hammer the faerie to pieces. She jumped down, high fived the girl, and then they both vanished.

Dawn reappeared alone a moment later. “Right, lets get the hell outta here before someone catches us.” she nodded.

“Damn right.” replied Nelen.

Then the yard was totally empty. A moment later a tree fell over, ripped up by the wind.

Later that evening, at the hotel.

Nelen was watching a local news station. “Meteorologists are baffled by today’s freak windstorm, but experts continue to investigate why a localized thunderstorm formed over Edgewood Kentucky today, seemingly centered around a local elementary school.” said the newscaster as Nelen ate the last slice of a pizza.

“Mom threw a fit of course, you know she hates it when Steffi uses her magic. Frank is still batshit about that.” he sighed.

“Yeah, but what can ya do? He’s the leader of the Clan and what he says they gotta do.” shrugged Dawn. “At least she’s not really angry, I mean your sister kicked one of the gentry’s asses, that’s gotta count for some brownie points.”

“Nope, its not getting reported. Franklin would go ballistic. Not to mention I’d wind up in the report. Best just leave this one another urban legend and get the fuck outta town before he sends someone to poke Roger in his drunken ass and figure out why he didn’t do something about this.” he nodded, “C’mon, we’re checking out early and getting back to the Wulfshead before shit hits the fan there.”

Dawn shrugged, hopping off the bed and pulling her backpack on, “Fine fine… so where to next?” she asked.

“Dunno, lets check the BBS and see who’s hiring.” he said, the door closing as they left the hotel room.

Back at her home Stephanie sat in her room, frowning. She saved her friend, saved the entire school really because faeries didn’t know the meaning of restraint, and she got yelled at. She had all this power, but because her grandpa was a nutjob she wasn’t allowed to use it.

'Well whatever,' she thought to herself as she finished filling her fanny pack. A silver dagger, various pouches full of other reagents, some other useful things. She wasn’t able to make it bigger on the inside like her brother could yet.

She knew her uncle Roger would never do his job to protect the area from supernatural threats… which meant she’d have to do it herself.

She opened her window, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, and glanced back at the door. She was breaking a lot of her mom’s rules; curfew, being (hah) grounded, and not using magic… but, well, the women of Clan Fullmoon were witches after all, and nobody broke rules like a witch.

A minute later a large bird-like shape soared out over the suburbs, Stephanie seeing what sort of mischief she could find. She couldn’t let Nelen have all the fun after all.

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years ago

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My Devil In Disguise, Pt . 4

The Blocked Road To Fame, Chapter 4

Austin! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed…it turns out she’s a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

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Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: swearing, yelling, 50′s racial standards in music, Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis’ Hound Dog performance, proofread twice, angst!

Note: Thank you so much for all the love on my other stories! You guys ae all amazing and I love all of y’all! I still don’t know when or how I’m gonna end this series but I hope y’all enjoy! Thanks!

“It’s Milton Berle! The whole of America will be watchin’!” Elvis tells the shop owner as he complains B.B and him are running him out of business. Annalise laughs and places a hand on Elvis’ chest.

“He don’t watch television, Elvis. He just sews the threads on y’alls backs!” She pats his lapel and winks as B.B twirls her around. He turns his attention back to Elvis as she sat down. Her attention on one of her friends helping her latch her new shoes.

“So what’s it gonna be? What’s gonna blow their wigs off?” He stands still as the shop owner measures him.

“Well the network wants me to do a ballad but I left that up to Annalise. So I’m thinkin about cuttin’ it up with Hound Dog!” He smiles and B.B whistles.

“Ho! Elvis Presley...Hound Dog? Strange things are happenin’ everyday. What’s my little Snow gonna do?” He fixed the bow on her ponytail as she looked up at the men. She places a finger on her chin in thought.

“I was thinkin’ pitchin’ and slowin’ down Heartbreak Hotel! I heard my daddy would be watchin’ so I think that’ll give ‘em a shock!” She shook her shoulders back and forth as the two men snickered at the thought.

“Did you go to Beth-Ann for the fittin’? I wanna make sure my little star looks like a real one on that television screen!” B.B wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she nodded. She looked up at Elvis as his measurements were checked as well to make sure his outfit was well in order for the performance. He looked ethereal just getting a fitting. She was gonna be a mess for when he performed later, huh?

“I can’t wait! Elvis you’re gonna love my outfit! I promise it’ll be show stoppin’! I’m gonna make my daddy pass out!“ She clapped her hands together and giggled, her feet swinging back and forth above the floor. B.B rubbed her back and stood up. Dusting his shoulders off, he placed his hand on Elvis’ shoulder.

“Honestly, E.P. That dress might make most of America’s men pass out! She’s gonna be a knock out! I told her it might be a little too much for them conservative white folk!” He chuckled as Elvis crossed his arms.

“Damn I might get a little green in the face, darlin’. I’ll try to keep calm durin’ my performance.” He winked as Annalise flushed pink. She was doin’ this really to make her dad upset. That she was no longer an angelic symbol but…teasing Elvis? That sounded like the best plan in her head.

“Now now, kids. Don’t get too excited! You guys gotta make it there first!”

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“I feel like my entire body is gonna fall, Elvis. I-I don’t think I can do this!” Her hands shook and they felt sweaty. She felt her body shiver and break out into a cold sweat. She thought this was going to be fun but she was going on right after Elvis and she KNEW it was gonna be a tough crowd after that. A gentle tug of her hand releases her from her thoughts.

“C’mon baby. I promise you’re gonna do great! Are you wearing that coat for the performance?” Her breath stopped and she wrapped the coat tighter around herself. She shakes her head and Elvis kisses her on the forehead as his name is called out.

“I can do this. I can do this.” She peaks around the navy curtain and her family is smack dab in the middle of the crowd. Her head clouding with doubt as she’s thinking about performing. Not even Elvis performing can distract her from seeing her daddy’s scorn face. How was she going to sing with him right in front of her face?

“Now, Miss Snow. Let’s take this jacket off and get you a little somethin’!“ Colonel Parker took Annalise’s coat and handed it to some assistant. He smiled as Annalise’s body shook. She took her hands as she smoothed her dress out, sweat becoming prominent in her system.

“How about you just sing your little Hallelujah or Amazing Grace! You’d be beloved for being Hank Snow’s Conservative Lass again! Make your money with your daddy again and Elvis won’t-“ She whipped her head back as he stopped his gaslighting. She raised her finger to his face.

“I ain’t gonna hear another word come out that mouth, Parker! Elvis and I are a package deal!” She scoffed as he put his hands up in surrender. She couldn’t believe the nerve of this man and why Elvis was wrapped around his finger.

“And welcome to our stage, Miss Annalise Snow!” She dropped the coat from her shoulders and winked at Tom Parker.

“And don’t cha worry, Parker. I can get Elvis to do whatever I want too.” She took a deep breath and shook her hands out. What the hell was going on with her? She walked past the curtain waving at the cheering crowd.

“Miss Annalise, you look gorgeous tonight! Now, Elvis really cut a rug! What’re you gonna do to one up ‘em?” She giggled at Milton and turned towards the audience. She made eye contact with her daddy. His face was etched in surprise, laced with a complete sneer of disgust. She smiled and looked at Milton.

“Imma sing Heartbreak Hotel! Elvis helped me pitch it up and even helped me record it in the studio at RCA! Though y’all will have to wait and see if I release it.” You sent a wink to the crowd and a few men audibly groaned. She covered her mouth and a blush made it’s way to her cheeks. The music began and her body began to relax as she was back in her element.

“Well, since my baby left me. Well, I found a new place to dwell.”

Her daddy’s jaw seemed to go slack as he watched his daughter dance for this audience. She was just like Elvis. Her raw magnetism was pulling these young men (and even a few ladies) into sin! How deplorable!

“Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street. At Heartbreak Hotel.”

Annalise couldn’t stop thinking about the way Elvis tore up the stage with Hound Dog. How many of those girls were feeling the same feeling she felt when she met him on the Louisiana Hayride? She gripped the microphone stand and slid her hand down it slowly.

“Where I’ll be, I’ll be so lonely baby, Well, I’m so lonely. I’ll be so lonely, I could die.”

She began to drag the mic stand with her as she walked a little closer to the camera. She sent a kiss and wink as she ended the song. Her way of singing the song was definitely more different than Elvis’. She bowed and waved at the crowd not missing her brother’s enthusiasm as he held a small sign that read, “Annalise Snow’s #1 fan!”.

“Holy, mama. I don’t think I ever wanna sing again. I just wanna hear you sing every single damn song I’ve ever sung.” Elvis’ southern drawl dripped into her ear as a protective hand found solace on her lower back. Her body felt afire.

“Well you didn’t do half bad yourself, Mister Presley” She whispered. Her hands fumbling with his lapels just so she didn’t have to look in his eyes. His electric laugh ruined that plan however. She tilted her head in confusion.

“I saw your daddy’s face out there, darlin’. He was so shocked to see ya rock that song! I’m gonna have to treat you to somethin’ special. Let’s get you ready to go home, baby.” He grabbed her coat and her hand. He laid a quick kiss on her forehead as they tried to run out of the venue as quick as they could.

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“Bar Elvis Presley from Television?! This is ridiculous! Just because you’re movin’!” She threw the pile of newspapers to the ground as she ran her hands shakily through her auburn hair. She bit on her nails, large hands grabbing hers as Elvis kissed them softly. The piano seemed so far away from them as she stared at the floor. More and more headlines reading their names.

“They also want you sent back to Louisiana, darlin’. They think your bein’ held captive by me and Beale Street. They got pictures of us there. I-I don’t blame you if you do but-“ “

“This is ridiculous Elvis! We’re doin’ what we love! We ain’t hurtin’ no one! Elvis I promised you I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth!” She grazed his face with her fingers as his eyes seemed to slightly soften upon the small act.

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“That’s one of the most childish expressions I’ve ever heard coming from an adult.” Annalise sighed in agreement. She came to rest on his lap. Tom Parker once again graces the pair with his presence.

“The New Elvis Presley! And of course the New Annalise Snow!” Annalise’s jaw dropped at the costumes. A hellish butler tailcoat and what looked like a damn communion dress! The damn thing looked like a large tutu!

“You have got to be kidding! I ain’t wearin’ that! How is Elvis gonna move in those?” She looked wide eyed at Elvis who returned the same look.

“That’s the point! They think you have broken the segregation laws. They wanna send Elvis to jail for his moves…and you to a church to learn the ways of a nun! We will take care of this the easy way!” The man pulls on the outfits on the rack and grins. Time was running out for the next performance and the pair’s brains were reeling. They knew they’d be embarrassed but why was the Colonel so happy about it?

“Just for this show? And that children’s charity concert?” Elvis let out a deep sigh as the Colonel nodded.

“Then we can put this all behind us.” Tom smiled as he placed the costumes in the hands of the two young lovers. The two picked at the costumes and hastily began to change.

“Let’s get this over with, Elvis.”

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“GOD DAMNIT! I know how to do a skit! I-I coulda made it funny!” Elvis growled throwing the tailcoat to the ground. He rubbed his hands over his face. Annalise all but threw herself on the ground as tears poured from her eyes. She’s never been more mortified in her life. She messed up the lyrics and everything as she stared at the audience and could feel Elvis’ unwavering anger near her. She’s never seen him this angry since they’ve been together.

“The most stupid, embarrassing humiliatin’ thing I ever did.” Scotty placed his guitar down and placed a hand on his hip. Like he was trying to keep his anger at bay but his words came out seething.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?!”

“WE’RE MUSICIANS!” Scotty raised his hands up in disbelief. The yelling kept ramping up as Annalise tore off her dress behind one of the partitions and got back into her regular clothes as she tried to get between the two arguing men.

“PLEASE! Guys, let’s all just go home and forget about it! It’s been a long day,” the two began to pack up in silence as Annalise went to rub Elvis’ back,” you did great regardless, love.” Elvis froze but smiled softly. His anger still rampant in his eyes but clouded for the moment by his steady still trying to keep those tears in for him. He stopped a tear from falling down her cheek. He grabbed his bag and intertwined their fingers.

“I love you so much, darlin’.”

“I love you more, Elvis.

“Let’s go home, darlin’. Lord knows we need it.”

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Fans littered the entrance to Graceland as they made their way to the gates. Fans holding memorabilia dedicated to both of them. Saying they wanted the old them back on signs. Trying to pull at Elvis from outside the car. Annalise shrank herself down in the back. She’d never been out in the top down convertible with Elvis but at least she was in the back. She let Elvis go in first as she stood staring at the house once again.

“Where did I go wrong, Jimmie?” She shook her head and that’s when the yelling started. Where did the path divulge into this mess? She winced as she made her way through the door. It was always apparent when Gladys was drinking and when it was too much.

“It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, daddy.” Elvis was already laying down on the piano bench as she made her way in. Vernon waved her over but she stood awkwardly to the side of his chair.

“Those people were using you to poke fun at the whole South! Gettin’ a laugh at puttin’ a hillbilly in a tailcoat and singing to a dog! And then puttin’ my poor lil’ Annalise in that tragic white trash bag?!” Gladys walked away holding two bottles of beer in her hand.

“Damnit, mama. It was either that or get canceled! Then that’s it for television. Colonel says I’m running out of states that I’m welcome in. A-And they don’t pay unless I can perform.” Elvis began to sit up as he spoke. Annalise clung to the wall and tried her best to keep the tears in her eyes. She bit on the side of her cheek to keep from sobbing. She knew Gladys was drinking uncontrollably lately but it didn’t stop the fear that ran through her body as they fought. Was this Annalise’s fault? If he would’ve stayed with Dixie would this still be happening?

“Someone’s gotta think about keepin’ a roof over our heads.” Vernon said as he lit his cigarette. Annalise tried to cover her cough as he smoked.

“A roof over our head? We’ve always managed to keep a roof over our head, Vernon!” She said incredulously. She huffed and turned around again.

“Colonel has got us all of this!“ Elvis retorted. Annalise just wanted the fighting to end.

“I don’t want all of this! You’re unhappy!” She pointed at her son.

“I AM NOT!” Annalise flinched at his voice as Gladys slammed the table with her hands. The tears broke the dam she was trying so hard to keep closed. Vernon grabbed her hand and rubbed it in small circles as she fell to her knees. How was everything going wrong when it was so right a few hours before?

“You’re losing yourself booby! Look at Annalise! This isn’t the life you both need!” The two stare each other down as Vernon continued to comfort the shaking leaf that was Annalise. Gladys seeming to have a sober bit of empathy went to go towards the girl to comfort her but was interrupted by the group of guys running into the house.

“Don’t track mud in the house, Billy! Get out! Get out of my god damn house! Trailin’ mud in my house doin my damn head in,” he grabbed his coat and rubbed his temples,” Mama, you ain’t ever happy. No matter what I do. No matter how much I give ya. It ain’t ever enough. And I wish you would not drink so god damn much. It’s not good for ya!” He turned grabbing Annalise’s arm and pulling her up. He wiped her tears and took one last look at his mom before running out into the rain to his car. Annalise turns back, shocked.

“Booby! Wait!” Elvis picked Annalise up and she slid to the passenger side as Elvis hopped on after her. The engine roared to life and they whipped on out of there makin their way to the gates. Annalise panicked looking for something to hide her face. Elvis pulled her arm down. His eyes were afire in rage.

“No hidin’ now, Darlin’. I’ve got nothin’ left to lose.” The gates opened as Elvis pressed through the channels on the radio. He ignored the fans and flashing lights as he pulled out. Trying to outrun the cars he knew would follow. Annalise took a deep breath. The crisp air hitting her face and slowly relaxing her racing mind. What the hell happened to them?

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“Elvis, we’ll get killed if that damn Parker finds out we’re here!”The neon of Beale Street beginning to call her to the streets of her heart. She smiled but knew if they were caught that was the end of them. She could see B.B hanging out one of the windows of Club Handy. A crowd of people surrounded Elvis as he exited the car. He came around and once again picked up the shaking girl. He spun her around in his arms as people around them squealed and hollered. He placed a soft kiss to her lips and she finally smiled.

“Please, darlin’. I wanna just forget today. Let’s go have some fun, yeah?” He tilted her chin up with his finger. She nodded as she twirled around to talk to a group of women. The pair began signing autographs and hugging fans trying to make their way to the club doors.

“E.P.!”

“B.B.!”

The lovers make their way to Club Handy and finally breathe as they see the performer for the night. Annalise left B.B and Elvis to talk in the back as she went to the front. She danced with her dresser Betty-Ann and her daughter, Sally. Annalise hollered as Little Richard bent forward taking her hand. She fanned herself and giggled as the girls did the same.

“I saw your dress on the television the other day! Momma did a bang up job on ya, Miss Snow!” Sally clapped and rubbed her moms shoulder in support.

“Honestly, Miss Snow is one of my favorite customers. And not because of those way too big tips, lil thing.” Betty Ann grinned and spun around.

“I’ll always be your customer! Maybe when I get real famous I’ll hire you to be my personal wardrobe designer!” Betty-Ann jumped for joy and squealed. Her best customer and her against the world! She would’ve been delighted.

“And Sally can come with and do your hair, lovie! You better keep your promise, youngin’.” She pushed her shoulder and embraced her. The trio went back to dancing and continued to cheer on the performer. Annalise twirled and twisted. Her body intertwined with the music as the night went on. Forgetting about how awful the whole day had been.

“Hey, can I cut in? Time to dance with my star client! Right, little snow?” B.B wiggled his body, the girls snickering. B.B and Elvis made their way to the little group the girls had created. Elvis held her close and wanted nothing but her body as close as possible. With everything going on what if she was sent back to Louisiana? He didn’t even care about the jail time anymore. He cared about her being safe and in his care.

“Baby, I’m so sorry about all of this goin’ on. I-I want you safe and I-” She cut him off by grabbing his face, kissing him as hard as she could. Her lipstick staining his lips slightly. He stared down at her while B.B and the girls oooo’d. Annalise knew Elvis was overwhelmed and she knew he wouldn’t tell her that. She was going to be there for him like the good steady she was.

“Come on, Mister Presley,” his eyes seemed to darken,” dance with me why don’t ya?” His hands curled around her waist and she threw her head back in laughter. Their foreheads resting against each other as they danced.

Soon enough she’d find that picture in the paper along with the pair dancing with the others. What Annalise saw was a family and an amazing time. What the world saw was politics. The club started to wind down.

“There are strange things happenin’ everyday.”

Elvis and B.B went to the fire escape and she stayed to help clean up. She swayed to the music but all she could think of was the charity concert. She wasn’t allowed to perform at it after the police said it would put her in ‘danger’. She fought but was ultimately denied. She was told however she could sit in the front or the side by colonel.

“I’m worried, Miss Beth-Ann. I-I don’t know what I’d do if Elvis was put in jail.”

“You fight for him.”

“Fight?”

“You show those little white men who the hell they messed with, baby!”

Annalise nodded and picked up the cups on one of the tables. This was her boyfriend and she would do anything for him. Anything. To the ends of the Earth, Presley.

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satans-left-asscheeky · 3 years ago

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Companions React to Sole Introducing them to Pumpkin Carving

Maccready

"This is gonna be a bitc- a pain to clean up later..."

Don't let his words fool you. he's totally loving it, and if Shaun and Duncan are there he's even more happy. Mac would be helping the boys wildly cut shapes into the pumpkin.... okay so maybe Mac was right...with the mess he's making its definitely gonna be a pain to clean up... theres pumpkin ground into the carpet... and all over the couch... and somehow in dogmeats fur... great family bonding!

Hancock

*Repetated stabing* "Huh pumpkin looks a bit like me now... or is it just the jet... it's probably just the jet." *Countinues stabing*

Who gave the high mayor a knife and a pumpkin and thought it was a good idea? Rember the first visit to goodneighborh? This poor pumpkin is getting shanked Finn style.... Happy Halloween Ladys gents and fancy folk!

Cait

*Using the pumpkin as a punching bag* "Take that ya orange bastard! And don't cha forget it"

Totally isn't getting the whole pumpkin carving thing.... Kinda like Moe in diamond city she thought this tradition was wayyyy more violent....at least she's enjoying herself..... and at least it's just a pumpkin reciving the blows today....

Danse

"Remind me why we're wasting this food source soldier?"

Doesn't really get the tradition... Once you tell him you can cook and eat the seeds though he's game. Pumpkin seeds are low key his new favorite thing... He keeps a little baggy alongside his rations.

Curie

"Oh how exciting! I've read about this! do you think we could carve the pumpkin to look like a heart?"

An anatomical heart or a love heart? The world may never know... especially when curie is done dissecting the pumpkin.... Happy Halloween!

Deacon

"We should totally carve a pumpkin into the pumpkin.... betcha no one would see that coming..."

Absolutely loves it. Don't be surprised if hq has a bunch of pumpkins littered all over the place. Oh and yeah he's totally gonna wait behind people with a pumpkin on his head to scare them..... Happy Halloween!

Piper

"For all the weird traditions you guys had before the big boom this one isn't actually that bad...."

Low-key loves it. Don't be surprised if she writes a article about it and makes it into some sort of diamond city tradition

Nick

"I remember doing this before the bombs. Gotta say kid it feels nice to not be the only walking history book when it comes to old traditions."

He loves it. He especially appreciates sole doing it with him it was a strange combination of nostalgia and newness that made it definitely a moment to rember.

Preston

"Okay, now this is awesome. We're gonna have to go around and do this at all the settlements!"

He really does mean ALL the settlements... Be prepared to traipse about the entire commonwealth with a bag full if pumpkins. Festive. His smile is totally worth it though.

X6-88

"Are you sure I am the right person to be doing this with ma'am/Sir?"

Has a basic understanding of the tradition, however he dosent understand why you want to do such a mundane human thing with a death machine. Safe to say it doesn't compute. However if you force him he'll reluctantly join in.

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Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material.

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that.

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss.

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment.

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye.

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me.

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie.

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses.

#listen #if people can interpret loki and the grandmaster as a thing when loki spends the entire time looking uncomfortable about every situation #then i can interpret thor as flirting with people when there are actual canon questions which get solved when other explanations dont work #so #dont mind me here #in conclusion: thor is a dum dum idiot and it's *chef's kiss*#thank you for coming to my ted talk #ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan #TPILTMLS #Language!#language #im one of those people who comments on things through movies but you can't be mad because it's worth it and i've got points #obviously writing means i can get the full gist of the comments out without summarizing #but #like #my family is simply underappreciative and i'm a genius

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euphoriabled-memes · 3 years ago

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A L L S Y S T E M S A R E G O !

All starters are lyrics taken from the first three albums by Steam Powered Giraffe. Please feel free to change as you see fit. (ie. grammatical tense, pronouns, etc.) Thank you!

“Who am I, but a sound of tomorrow?”

“I'd like to dance across all of the earth in the nude.”

“I only saw her once, but that was all I needed.”

“God, it'd be so kind, if you could let me be.”

“That was very nice, now, uh, let's get back to what we were doin'.”

“Feels like I'm on top of the universe on a shootin' star.”

“It's comforting to know you're always there.”

“Oh no! Huh, he's gonna miss the ice cream parade!”

“Why do living things need feelings?”

“You came home last night and seemed far away... I could not believe that you were alright with everything.”

“I snuck outside once you fell asleep.”

“It's easy to be angry at something that you don't understand.”

“People tend to be stubborn with where they stand.”

“Apparently there's parts of me that stick around too long.”

“You know we'll meet lots of friends... like the cowboy who's a samurai! Boy, what a combo.”

“Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing? I ask myself that everyday.”

“There's only one thing on my mind: a good time.”

“I want to be your friend.”

“Ever since the first time I opened my eyes, I've awakened to the same thing.”

“I don't have the heart to send you untruthful words.”

“I am not a human being, but I'm alive.”

“You didn't have to look my way, your eyes still haunt me.”

“I don't want to live my life alone.”

“I was waiting for you all my life.”

“You didn't have to smile at me. Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen.”

“I am at your command.”

“It's kind of scary thinking of what is out there.”

“We've got to chase the dream to be happy.”

“What we need is something steam powered.”

“I can feel it when you say you love me.”

“Open your heart to me! Come on everybody, open up that chest cavity!”

“Disappearin’ ain't the way to make things right, don't be terrified.”

“Some day, I'll quit this band.”

“The malt shop's a derelict skeleton, the disco's dead and the hop is done.”

“Maybe someday I'll be in a place where I can see that I'm not wired wrong.”

“I can see where there may be some confusion, I was once just like you.”

“Time can make the world strange, folks you knew don't seem the same.”

“Time don't care, it beats you there and takes it all from you.”

“Don't leave, don't leave!”

“I don’t believe in a bleak horizon. I won’t concede to all of that.”

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #indie roleplay starters #indie roleplay prompts #indie rp meme #indie rp prompts #indie rp starters #lyric starters #steam powered giraffe rp meme #spg rp meme

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equalseleventhirds · 4 years ago

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@femmedionysus mentioned needing lighter, fluffier, less-ultimately-tragic podcasts than the magnus archives, and do u kno what? i think a lot of ppl can benefit from this. and i can help! a little! maybe!! generally these have at least some emotionally difficult moments, but they are lighter and appear to be heading towards a not-too-tragic ending.

(sorted into categories and lists, bcos who am i without categories and lists?)

podcasts i am fully up to date on and can vouch for up until their current end point, altho most of them are not quite done yet (there's like, potential for them to turn super sad, but in general the direction they're going in is Not That Tragic):

unseen (a series of one-character episodes all taking place in the same universe, a magical world hidden behind ours. a couple of eps are linked character-wise, but a lot of them are unrelated, individual stories. fairly gentle, tendency to end eps on a high note, cohesive & interesting worldbuilding.)

wooden overcoats (a funeral home sitcom. no, really! the funn siblings run the only funeral home in their village, until charismatic golden-boy chapman shows up with his own, better funeral home. lots of morbid humor but usually humor, altho a few episodes ARE sad and hit hard. those sad arcs do resolve with eventual happiness and found family stuff tho.)

victoriocity (features one of the actors from wooden overcoats! an alternate steampunk reality where queen victoria, um, never dies. ever. and london gets some seriously weird tech! follows an inspector and a reporter trying to solve Mysteries. there's like murders & death & stuff but the main characters do wind up safe & more or less content, even tho fleet's grumpy. kind of like, Extremely British, with the colonialist issues that 1800s london implies, but like, they try to address it sorta? it's not a major plot point)

welcome to night vale (i know i KNOW everybody knows this one....... but Things Are Generally Fine, u kno. i mean there's the occasional upsetting part. but things are fine. do skip 'a story of love and horror' to avoid what imo was one of the MOST upsettingly tragic things tho.) (confession: i have two episodes of this to catch up on, but i'm not actually THAT far behind, so i'm comfortable with its place here)

midnight radio (this one's all done actually! there is a ghost on the radio, and she starts receiving letters from a living woman. and yes ok it STARTS with a dead woman with a tragic past. HOWEVER it ends hopefully so like!!!) (in good conscience: not fluffy or funny at all. gets very serious at times. but goes towards a genuinely hopeful ending, which was why it's on here.)

the strange case of starship iris (found family revolutionaries in space!!!! shit gets heavy but they! get! through it!! i like when they get through it.) (to be super clear, it does get VERY serious, but they do get through it and judging by the narrative vibes and how the creators discuss it, they’re gonna be okay by the end. and they are mostly okay now.)

khôra (based on greek mythology, but In Space! the witch medea is... recruited by the hero atalanta to find the golden fleece, which her dead husband jason hid. once again we start with tragic pasts, but it is heading so fast for found family, and given that the premise of the show is giving women from greek mythology better than what they had in myth..... I Think It Will End Happy)

kaleidotrope (college radio hosts talk about love on their possibly-slightly-magical campus. god it's so. it's so fluffy. full of fluff. like, legit i think the least serious audio drama i've ever listened to, it's simply just. soft. very romantic. occasionally embarrassing. FILLED with fluff.)

time: bombs (a three-episode podcast made by long story short productions after w359 as like.... an experiment? i think? about the shenanigans of a bomb squad, who are remarkably funny for... a bomb squad. there's literally bombs & stuff and some injuries, but nobody dies, nobody is tragic, one guy does not get to beat a record he rly wants to beat but he learns stuff abt Being A Better Person or w/e so that's nice.)

podcasts i am NOT fully up to date on but what i have listened to is not too horribly tragic:

inn between (fantasy found family! you know how d&d podcasts are? well, between adventures, d&d characters rest and recuperate; this is those between adventure moments, taking place in a lovely little inn.)

sir rodney the root (once again fantasy! once again found family!! funny & sometimes kinda weird podcast about some folks on a Quest that goes off the rails, god i need to catch up on it...)

interference (oh hey another d&d-inspired fantasy podcast....... huh. but! one side of the podcast happens in a reality not unlike our own! that and a d&d-ish world are colliding, and we hear two women talking to each other as their worlds connect...)

the amelia project (there's an agency that will fake your death, for a price.... no, not money, they want an interesting story! and oh boy do these clients deliver. last time i was listening there was some hubbub about secret government agencies spying on the amelia project itself...... hm.)

alba salix (okay yes another fantasy podcast......... it's a comedy, with occasional drama, abt the physician for a magical kingdom and the shenanigans of her and her two unruly assistants, and also the royal family, and also....... i was actually v fond of the mini-series between seasons, abt an orc who runs a pub, more than the main story? altho i am not caught up on either so it's possible this could reverse.)

there's also a few from the podcast marathon which, if ur not aware, was me running through the first episodes of a bunch of podcasts to see what sounded good (i will get back to that eventually....), but this means i cannot vouch for them past the first episode. nevertheless, from general tone they seem to be Not Very Tragic, so.

saffron and peri

the godshead incidental

the one stars

solutions to problems

the rest is electric

the prickwillow papers

and 195

sidequesting

come on in, the water's fine

#algie's podcast marathon #algie recs podcasts #pls note that these are not necessarily my FAVORITE podcasts #but they are more CHILL podcasts. so.#hmu for specific content warnings abt some of them if u need to #or to outline how sad they may be before the hopeful ending #a couple of them DO start sad and then build towards a hopeful end so like #they are Eventual Hope podcasts #which was what max was after specifically! so that's what i did!!#...........tbh mabel and dbd aren't even on here even tho i THINK they are going to end all right #bcos both of them actually their most recent season ended on a low note cliffhanger #when they start back up again we'll see tho

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wooyunhwa · 4 years ago

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𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 | PS

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

masterlist

Genre: smut (with plot!)

Pairing: mafia au!seonghwa x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.7k (strap in folks it’s a long one!)

Warnings: sex while under the influence of alcohol, mentions of abusive past relationship

Synopsis: When a mysteriously powerful man kicks your abusive boyfriend out of the bar, he agrees to take you in for the night. But he’s hiding something... and you’re determined to find out what.

A/N: There are two separate sex scenes in this so buckle in! Lots of plot but a lot of work went into planning this one and I promise the set up is worth it! Thank you so much for reading and comments are always appreciated <3 I hope you guys like it! Stay tuned for part two~

Anger burned in your chest as your boyfriend was starting to act like a belligerent fool, yet again. You’d gone with him to meet a couple of his friends at a swanky downtown bar, but the more he drank, the more he embarrassed you. You caught him looking at the waitress’ ass more than once, not that you had the power to say anything about it. You knew what would happen if you did. He’d yell, deny it, and try to flip things around so you were the one at fault. He’d always find a way to twist your words and make it so that you were the one apologizing.

You took a sip of your drink, your lips tight as you fought back the urge to say something, because you knew it wasn’t worth it. It never was. You were so ashamed to be here with him that you fantasized about sinking into the floor, away from all the people throwing disgusted looks in your direction as his comments grew louder and more crass the more shots he threw back. It was a much nicer bar than the ones you’d usually visit, which only added to the feeling of standing out. There were a lot of people dressed in formalwear, and while you had worn a nice dress and spent time on your makeup, you felt trashy by coming with your idiot boyfriend.

He ordered another drink, probably his eighth or so that night. He beckoned the bartender, called her “sweetheart” and blatantly checked her out as he ordered, and your cheeks burned with a mix of shame and embarrassment. You kept drinking to feel numb instead of upset, but all that did was make you feel sick to your stomach. Not from the alcohol, necessarily, just from the fact that you had to pound back drinks just to be in the same room as your own boyfriend.

“Can you just stop,” you said feebly, your voice cracking as you finally spoke up. He turned, meeting your eyes with that stupid, distant look he got on his face when he drank.

“What was that?” he said challengingly, like he was mocking you. You looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth.

“I-I said…” You tried to repeat yourself, but you felt like you were shrinking under the weight of his gaze, and the confidence the liquor gave you dried up immediately. Your lip started to quiver, and your cheeks started to heat up at the mortifying thought of crying at the bar. You kept your gaze glued on the drink in front of you.

“No, say it. Tell me exactly what I did wrong,” he said, raising his voice. A couple people turned to look in your direction.

“Don’t make a scene, I just-”

“‘Don’t make a scene?’ When you’re the one who wants to start a fight with me?” he yelled, and tears started to fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it, but now you were crying in the bar, and your night couldn’t get much worse.

“Please, can we just go home?” you begged, your voice small and lacking any punch whatsoever. The tears were really falling now, and you really just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Go home?” he laughed in your face. “I’m having a good time out here, you’re the one who ruined it out of nowhere. You can go the fuck home if you want, I don’t care.”

A lot of people were looking now. You started openly bawling, no longer caring about keeping up your appearance. You’d never cried in public before, but he crossed a line by treating you like garbage in front of all these people, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled his eyes, giving you a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Oh, now you’re gonna cry? I don’t give you enough attention, is that it? You can’t handle not being the center of attention?” he yelled.

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Someone stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder, and your boyfriend shook it off angrily.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” he said, getting aggressive way too quickly.

“Come on, man. You’re gonna get yourself kicked out,” the guy said, clearly not trying to escalate things.

“Huh? Kick me out? Because this bitch can’t keep her damn mouth shut? Try it. See what happens if you put your fucking hands on me again,” he spat, puffing himself to look larger, obviously rearing for a fight.

“Is there a problem?” a new voice entered. You turned to see him, and your jaw nearly fell off of your face. He was a young man, probably around your same age, and he looked like some kind of statue that had come to life. You blinked, stunned, as he approached your boyfriend. His body language was calm, unlike your boyfriend’s, who looked like a belligerent dumb-ass.

“You tell me,” your boyfriend said, crowding the handsome man’s space.

“I don’t tolerate pretty ladies crying in my bar,” he said, shooting you a small smile before turning back to your boyfriend with a stern expression. “I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“Your bar? I don’t tolerate cocky pretty boys like you telling me what to do.” He gave the handsome man a warning shove, and you cringed, feeling like this night just couldn’t get any worse. The handsome man looked down at his chest where he’d been shoved, then back up, his expression turning cold.

“I’ll ask you one more time to leave. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t cause any trouble,” he said carefully.

Your boyfriend scoffed, then gave another, harder shove. “You’re the one causing the trouble here, man,” he sneered, really getting up in his space now.

“Leave. Now.” The way the man said it sent chills down your spine, like he was not to be fucked with. Your stomach was a knot of anxiety as the tension in the air spiked, and you wanted to close your eyes and pretend you didn’t exist anymore.

As if in slow motion, your boyfriend threw a sloppy hook, which the handsome man evaded with ease. Frustrated, your boyfriend tried again, apparently on a mission to break the man’s nose tonight. The handsome man ducked, then darted forward, delivering a brutal punch right to your boyfriend’s jaw, which sent him careening to the floor.

Your boyfriend clutched at his jaw, groaning as he struggled to get up. The handsome man examined his hand, stretching his fingers a few times, then turned to you with a sympathetic smile. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded your head, looking down at the pile of trash that was supposed to be your boyfriend. You felt angry at him beyond words for causing such a scene, and a fresh round of tears spilled down your face. Your shoulders shook as you sobbed, wishing that this whole night had never happened. The man brought a hand to your shoulder, tenderly guiding you out of your seat and gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on, let’s go get some air,” he said. The handsome man turned to look over his shoulder, giving an ambiguous nod to someone in the room.

You hesitated for a moment. Besides being taught not to let strange men lead you to a secondary location, your trust in the intentions of men had been tainted by your piece-of-shit boyfriend. Despite all that, you nodded, in no position to turn him down. He obviously held some sort of power here, but you couldn’t be sure exactly what his position was. Maybe he was just a really, really well dressed security guard. The place was fancy, after all.

You resented your idiot boyfriend for making a scene like that, and especially for dragging you down with him, but god, did you love watching him get punched like that. You would have savored the moment more if not for your involvement in the situation, and your tears blurring your vision.

Your gaze dropped to the ground shamefully as you followed the man outside quietly, doing your best to make yourself as small as possible, avoiding eye contact with the gawking bar goers. Your cheeks were stained red, hot from embarrassment, and your throat felt tight.

“My name is Seonghwa, by the way. I’d say ‘nice to meet you,’ but these conditions are a little…” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“I’m Y/N,” you croaked, voice betraying you. “I’m so sorry about all this.” You felt the need to apologize on your boyfriend’s behalf. Well, at least you were used to that part.

He led you out a door to the side of the bar, guiding you through the back hallways like he knew exactly where he was going, and at one point you could swear one of the doors was marked “Employees Only”. Your security guard theory seemed more and more likely by the second.

He swung open one final door to the outside, and you were immediately hit with the sting of the brisk outside air against the dry, tear-stained skin on your face. The moment you stopped thinking about stopping your tears was the moment they started to pour out again, suddenly overwhelmed again by the turn of events. Here you were, face-to-face in some sketchy back-alley of a bar with the man who’d just decked your boyfriend.

“Do you have somewhere safe you can go?” the man asked, the calm tone of his voice immediately soothing you from the otherwise unsettling situation.

You brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your eyes. “N-no,” you started, through shaky breaths. “No, I don’t have anywhere… my boyfriend… you saw him, he’s- he’s so drunk… and when he’s drunk, he gets angry- I’m scared of what he’ll do if-” You could barely choke out a coherent sentence, words trailing off into another round of tears as your mind raced with anxiety.

You began to slip into panic mode, finally realizing the full breadth of the situation. You didn’t have anywhere to go except home, and you feared what your boyfriend might do if you came back. Effectively, you were homeless, unless you wanted to take your chances on if your boyfriend was mad enough at you to finally hit you. And you already knew those chances: they weren’t good.

The man sighed, running a hand through his hair in contemplation. “Look, if you need somewhere safe to stay tonight…” he pressed his lips together in thought, clearly weighing his words wisely. “You can stay at my place.”

Your eyes widened at his proposal. You didn’t even know him, but what other option did you have at this point? As far as trustworthiness went, punching your boyfriend out certainly earned him some points.

And though this didn’t really matter right now, you couldn’t help but think about how attractive he was. Removed from the situation now, you were able to take in his beauty from up close. His features were sharp and defined, and he more closely resembled a CGI rendering of a person than an actual person. Actually, now that you thought about it, he may have been the most picturesque man you'd seen in your life. His jet black hair contrasted against his red velvet suit jacket. He was otherwise adorned in all black, which suited him perfectly, elongating his already well-proportioned frame. There was no other way to describe him but expensive. Well, and maybe gorgeous.

His features were dark, intimidating, and yet he'd shown you nothing but concern and kindness and since you met. You decided to trust him for the time being, if not for his display of kindness, but also for the fact that you wanted the chance to stare at him a bit more.

“I really don’t want to impose…” you said, eyes once again trained on the ground shamefully. You already felt like such a burden for causing such trouble in the first place.

“One night,” he clarified. “You can stay for one night. That should be enough time for you to make arrangements to stay with someone. Family, friends?”

Friends. Right. That thing you didn’t have. Well, not anymore. For the past year, your boyfriend had kept you completely isolated from the outside world in order to keep a watchful and controlling eye on you at all times. And family, well… that you didn’t even want to get into. Despite this, you agreed. That sounded like a tomorrow-you problem, and tonight-you just wanted to collapse into a bed and forget for a second how fucked you were.

“Alright, follow me,” he said, heading back in through the door you had come from. He left you in the hallway briefly, and you took the moment alone to collect yourself from the crying mess you were just a minute ago. When he got back, you followed him as he weaved his way through the back corridors of the building.

He took you to a small, antiquated elevator, and you doubted its ability to move even one human, let alone two. You squeezed into the tight box with him, bodies nearly flush with each other. You were so close you could almost taste the fresh alcohol on his breath.

He pressed the top button, and the elevator creaked up slowly.

Did he live above the bar? you wondered. A bit odd for a security guard.

You felt a little nervous as you entered the apartment after him, but the feeling was quickly replaced by one of awe and wonder. The apartment itself had a similar feel to the bar, with decadent furnishings and ornate ceiling fixtures, giving off old-Hollywood glam from every corner. It was vintage enough to still feel humble, but reeked of upper-class in a way that felt odd for a mere employee. Numerous paintings adorned the walls, depicting everything from beautiful women to far-off landscapes to wacky abstract art. It felt as though he’d led you into an old French art gallery instead of an apartment, and you felt hesitant to touch anything for fear of being scolded.

He gestured for you to sit on the couch, and you obeyed, slipping off your shoes as you followed him in. You sat on it carefully, like it was a piece of art, and he joined you after a moment, returning with a bottle of something very expensive and a glass for each of you. He gracefully filled up your flute, handing it over with his long, perfect fingers. You’d never felt like such a commoner in your whole life, but you took it gratefully, as you still very much needed a drink. Its cool bubbles sparkled against your tongue, and you took a deep breath.

You spilled your heart out to him, explaining everything about your situation, things you hadn't been able to tell anyone before. You told him about your controlling boyfriend, your isolation, and most of all, how scared you were. He offered you more drinks as you cried -- expensive champagne from his own personal mini bar. He poured it out like it was nothing to him, but that bottle must have cost him a fortune. How rich was this guy anyway? You shouldn't have been drinking more, you knew that, but you accepted happily, opting to drown your feelings rather than face them.

He must have been deep into his 5th glass, just that you’d seen at least, and yet he carried himself extremely well. If you hadn’t have seen him drinking, you probably wouldn’t have even guessed he was drunk. Makes sense for a guy who works at a bar, you thought.

That reminded you. You still didn’t know anything about him, or what he did at the bar, and yet at this point, he must have known practically everything about you with how much you were blabbing.

“So, do you work here? At the bar, I mean. Like a security guard?” you asked, shifting the conversation to him. He had the most mysterious aura about him, and had thus far been pretty vague about himself. You wanted to see if you could crack him.

He leaned back against the couch, legs crossed. How could anyone look so good just sitting? He pursed his lips slightly in thought. His lips twitched up into a slight smile. “Sure, yeah. You could say that.”

You looked around at his huge suite. Something didn’t add up. “Wow, they must really be paying security guards a lot these days,” you joked with a light laugh, but you weren’t really joking.

He forced a chuckle before hoisting himself up from his position on the couch and made his way to the mini bar just behind him. “Another drink?”

“No, no, I shouldn’t,” you said. And it was true, you really shouldn’t have. You were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol wash through you, and you weren’t exactly known for holding your liquor well.

He chose the spot on the couch next to you this time as he sat, and placed a warm hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. The pressure of his touch felt amazing, sending tingles down your spine. You were tired from your emotional night, but the comfort he offered felt incredible, and you still couldn’t get over just how gorgeous he was. He slipped out of his suit jacket, and you were able to catch a glimpse of the definition of his body underneath.

His black shirt was tailored flawlessly to his every measurement, the seams of his sleeves perfectly hugging the curve of his wide shoulders. There’s no way it wasn’t custom, and you wondered again how the hell a security guard lived so decadently. Your eyes involuntarily flickered down to his chest, noticing he had a few too many buttons undone, teasing his collarbone just enough. You didn’t notice you were leaning in until he brought a hand to your cheek, holding you delicately as his face grew closer.

Your lips were on his before you had a chance to tell yourself to stop. He reciprocated fervidly, pushing his lips back against yours with drunken desire. His touch seemed to melt all your problems away. What better to drown your sorrows with than fancy champagne and sex with the most beautiful man you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing?

The way he kissed you tipped you off immediately to how often he must have done this. This wasn’t your first hook up, and you’d experienced enough to know most men weren’t exactly pros when it came to kissing. Despite the drinks he’d been knocking back all night, there was nothing sloppy about the way his lips moved against yours. Between the fancy penthouse apartment, the prosperous aura, and his devilishly good looks, there was no way he wasn’t bringing girls here regularly. Not that it mattered. If that was the case, you were surely in for a good time.

Your kisses grew clumsier and more lustful, and you fumbled drunkenly at the rest of the buttons on his shirt until it fell open to reveal his torso, beautiful and sculpted. You ran your hands along his stomach, marveling at his solid abs, and finally down to his waistband to remove his belt. He returned the favor by pulling your dress over your head and unhooking your bra, throwing it to the side with disregard.

He paused for a moment, furrowing his brows. “You’ve had a lot to drink,” he said, sighing softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded furiously. You were more sure than you’ve been of anything in your life. Or, at least, anything you could remember right now. You had a one track mind to be completely taken by this man. “I’m sure, I’m sure. Please, just fuck me. I need this right now.”

“Can’t argue with that…” he muttered under his breath.

He scooped you up easily, and you wrapped your legs around his back to stabilize yourself as he carried you through the apartment. He had towered over you when standing next to you earlier, and was able to lift you effortlessly now. He was strong, that was for sure, but you knew that much from the abs you were feeling up just minutes before.

He set you down gently against the pillows of his huge bed, giving you an opportunity to remove the rest of your clothes. The bed was lavishly adorned in a showy display of fancy pillows and blankets, which matched perfectly with the grandiose nature of everything else in his apartment. You watched in awe as he stripped the rest of his clothes as well. His body matched the rest of him — almost entirely unreal.

Maybe this was all just a dream you were having. A drunken, horny sex dream. But either way, you never wanted it to end. He draped himself over you, his cock brushing over your thigh as he settled between your legs. Inspiration hit, and you pushed him off, rolling on top of him as he landed on his back.

Seonghwa’s expression turned puzzled at the sudden rejection—or so he thought. You smirked at him as you climbed on top, a surge of empowerment taking over you. His eyes darkened as he realized what was happening, and he let his hands come up to squeeze your ass as you made yourself comfy.

You took his dick in your hand, positioning it between your legs, then slowly sank onto it. He bit his lip, groaning as you sat down all the way. He squeezed your ass harder, digging his nails in a bit, and you felt powerful as you watched him come undone. You moaned, putting on a show for him. It was the least you could do to repay his kindness, after all.

You rocked forward onto your knees, slowly dragging your hips up and down onto his cock. You let your hands trail over his chest and down his abs, feeling every dip and rise of the muscles beneath his skin. He still didn’t feel real, even as you ran your fingers along his abs and felt his cock inside of you.

You began to lift yourself up, sliding almost all the way off of his cock until just the tip was inside, and slammed your ass back down, repeating this motion until he was breathing hard and struggling to keep from fucking up into you. You rode him relentlessly, full of fresh drunken confidence, and you could see his eyes were glued to where his dick was disappearing inside of you.

There was something so undeniably satisfying about watching a man who seemed to hold so much power in his daily life concede under your touch. He had been so calm and collected before, and you imagined he wasn’t used to giving up control so easily. Even the way he walked screamed power and authority. As you watched his eyes roll back, his lips parted slightly, you felt intoxicating power swell inside you. This wasn’t like you - you wouldn’t say you were particularly submissive, but you weren’t dominant by any means either. You could tell he wasn’t used to girls taking the initiative—and you wanted to milk it.

“Look at me,” you purred, tipping his chin up gently with your fingers. He forced his gaze upwards, tearing them away from where your bodies connected, and looked at you with half-lidded eyes.

Seonghwa swiped his tongue involuntarily over his bottom lip in pleasure, his tongue lingering in the corner of his mouth as his pleasured breaths grew more shallow. You couldn’t help but notice how long it was. God, the things his tongue could do to you…

Another round of inspiration hit. You smirked, raising your hips enough to let his dick slide out with a wet sound. You crawled forward, eating up the look of confusion on his face, giving him a quick sloppy kiss before breaking away and scooting your hips right up to his chin. A look of realization dawned on his face, a smile stretching across his lips as he grabbed you by the ass and pulled you in closer. You planted yourself right on his face, and he wasted no time putting that long tongue of his to good use.

This man seemed to be blessed in every way imaginable, and you moaned as he skillfully lapped at your pussy, flicking your clit with his tongue, his hot breath bathing your legs as you pressed harder against his face. You grabbed at the roots of his hair with your hands, anchoring yourself as you rocked your hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Seonghwa,” you sighed dreamily, and he moaned against you in response. He dragged one of his hands down your ass, bringing it underneath you to slide two fingers inside. You were already close, but he pushed you over the edge as soon as he started fucking you with his fingers. You cried out as you came, riding his face a little too aggressively, fingers yanking on his hair to stay grounded in reality.

He pulled back, looking at you hungrily as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. You hadn’t even caught your breath yet before he was pushing you down to his crotch. You were exhausted, but you wanted to please this man in any way you could. You wrapped your hand around his cock, giving the head of it a little kitten-lick as you looked up at him.

You gave it a kiss, enjoying the groan he let out as you teased him. You opened your lips wide and sank down until the head hit the back of your throat. You fought back a gag, and you felt his hips buck up just a little as your mouth fully encompassed his cock, like he couldn’t control it. You loved seeing him lose control, and you were determined to see him come apart.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, twisting your fist around the base of his cock to jerk him off at the same time. He brushed his hands through your hair, bringing it together into a ponytail at the back of your head, which he then used to push and pull you faster as he grew close to his limit. The sounds he made were music to your ears as he reached his tipping point, and he spilled into your mouth with the most beautiful moan you had ever heard. You looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as you swallowed it all. It was the least you could do.

You were substantially tired at that point, so it didn’t take long for you to knock out after crawling up into bed with him. He was still breathing hard, lying drained against the perfect white linens. You heard rustling as he fluffed up a blanket and draped it over your naked body, and you sighed as you felt its soft warmth envelope you. He rustled around in the nightstand for something, and there was a soft clicking sound before the dim lights in the room shut off entirely. Remote controlled lights? Of course. You smiled to yourself in amusement as you drifted off into sleep.

You woke up in the lavish bed to the noise of pots rustling, the harsh light coming in through the penthouse windows stinging your eyes. As your eyes adjusted, you saw Seonghwa standing in the kitchen. He looked so different from the put-together appearance he had yesterday, now dressed in his underwear and a casual T-shirt. Something about it looked… wrong. Not that you were expecting him to sleep in a suit or anything, but then again… maybe.

“Good morning,” he said flatly.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up in the bed, realizing you were still naked from last night. All you had was the uncomfortably fancy dress you couldn’t even bear the idea of having to put back on. “Good morning,” you said tentatively. Despite your intimate encounter just hours ago, you couldn’t help but be intimidated by his presence now. “Do you maybe… have some clothes I could borrow?”

He nodded to a dresser to the side of the bed. “Grab anything you want out of there,” he said, before returning to his business in the kitchen. He seemed colder today, completely opposite to the comforting warmth he had yesterday when he took pity on you. Did he want you gone already?

“Are you making breakfast?” you asked, trying to make light conversation to break through the silence.

“Yes, for myself.”

“Oh.” You dropped your gaze and grabbed the smallest shirt you could find in his drawer, which was still considerably large on you. You gathered your panties from last night and slipped them on.

“You should make your arrangements for some place to go. I can’t leave you here, but I have places I need to be today.”

You grabbed your purse to retrieve your phone, finally noting the time. 10am. Had you really slept that long?

“About that…” you paused, contemplating whether or not to tell him the reality of your situation. You didn’t have anywhere to go, and you maybe had enough money to your name for one night, maybe two at a cheap motel. Your boyfriend had taken care of all your finances -- that was to say, he had all your money. “I don’t have anywhere to go. But… I can’t impose on you any longer. I’ll figure it out. Thank you for all your help.”

You started to gather your things, when you heard him stop what he was doing.

“Wait, stop,” he sighed, “You don’t have to leave just yet.” He paused for a few seconds, and the silence felt deafening. “What’s your address?”

“My-my address?”

“Yes. Trust me,” his face softened a bit, and you gave it over to him. “I’m going to make a call. The bathroom is over that way if you want to get cleaned up. Feel free to take a shower if you want.” He smiled warmly, and you didn’t know what to make of his sudden change of attitude. One minute he was coldly implying he wanted you gone, and the next he was inviting you to take a shower in his bathroom. You were a mess, however, and a warm shower sounded incredible.

When you got out, Seonghwa was sitting on the edge of the bed, presumably just waiting for you to be done. You wrapped a towel around your hair, squeezing it dry. You still had on nothing but your panties from last night and one of his t-shirts hanging lazily on your frame. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked you up and down, and more importantly, you noticed the hard outline of his dick poking through his underwear. You did your best to conceal your amusement at his sudden display of weakness for you, pretending not to have noticed.

He cleared his throat, crossing his legs and shifting his weight to minimize the display of his boner. “I’ve made some arrangements for you. You can’t stay here, but you’ll be able to go back to your place in a few days.”

The way he phrased it made you pause. “You’ve made… arrangements? What do you mean?”

“It’s best if you don’t question it,” he said flatly. Something about the way he said it felt sinister, but you decided not to push it too much. “You won’t have to worry about that guy anymore.” You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You weren’t quite sure what to say, but what he was saying didn’t make any sense. “In the meantime, I’ll set you up at my other apartment. Just for a few days.”

His what? Obviously he was rich, you knew that much from the extravagant place you were currently in, but you didn’t realize he was swanky-penthouse and 2nd-apartment rich.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” you said, voice cracking slightly. You started to feel a bit guilty for how much he was offering to do for you, despite having met you less than 24 hours before.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I just threw you out knowing you don’t have anywhere to go. But you have to promise me one thing.”

You gulped. “What?”

“After this is over, you can never contact me again.” Your heart dropped to your stomach. The look in his eyes was once again deadly serious. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” you replied, nodding, too afraid to press him any further on it. “Can I- Can I just ask you one thing?”

“Sure.”

“How do you afford this place?” you asked, gesturing to the extravagant furnishings surrounding you. It came out more rudely than you had intended, but the question had been gnawing at you since he first brought you here last night. “I mean… you said you were a security guard, right? This looks like a celebrity’s place,” you said, backtracking a bit.

He sighed, and his expression indicated he was choosing his words carefully. He was obviously hiding something from you. “My father owns the building. The bar too,” he explained reluctantly. There it was. “Well, technically, it’s supposed to be mine soon.”

“Then why’d you tell me you were a security guard?”

“I didn’t lie. My father entrusts me to keep up the bar's appearance… among other things. That includes kicking out belligerent customers like your boyfriend last night.”

“Does looking after the bar usually include taking crying girls up to your apartment?” you jested, doing your best to cut through the serious atmosphere, but he wasn’t laughing.

“I guess I have a soft spot for pretty girls like you,” he said, his unexpected compliment sending an electrifying chill through your body. You knew you had just had sex with him last night, but you still couldn’t wrap your head around an attractive man like him thinking you were worth even a shred of his time. His lips turned up into a charming smile--his playboy was showing. Was he this flattering to every girl he took up here?

You set your gaze down, blushing lightly, deciding to change the subject before he flustered you any further. “Can I eat something before we go at least? I’m kind of starving,” you asked, shuffling your feet. As if on cue, your stomach let out a hungry whine.

He laughed at the sudden noise. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. Yeah, grab anything you want. I’ll take you to the apartment after you’ve had something to eat.”

You made your way to the kitchen, checking in the fridge for something to eat. For such a big and fancy kitchen, it was deceptively empty. You felt Seonghwa’s presence draw up behind you, and he leaned over your shoulder as you checked in the fridge

“Want some help?” he asked calmly, leaning himself over you to grab a carton of eggs from the top shelf. You flipped around to face him, your bodies only inches apart, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

He chuckled. “That’s cute,” he said, flashing a smile brighter than you had ever seen from him. His usual expression was cold, serious, but you liked this one a lot better.

“What’s cute?”

“You.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks in a blush at his sudden compliment. It was small, fleeting even, but you felt all the feelings you had for him last night resurface in an instant. In a rush of sudden desire, you pulled your face up and pressed your lips against his. He pulled back in surprise for a moment before pulling you in, pressing his body against yours. Your sex last night had been good, great even, but the sudden rush you felt indicated to you that you wanted more —no, you needed more. He took your waist in his hands and hoisted you on to the kitchen counter for a better angle. The sudden cold sensation of the marble counters against your skin surprised you, and you let out a small gasp.

You kissed for a while like that, legs wrapped around his waist as you explored his body with your hands once again. He littered kisses down your neck, pulling the hem of your T-shirt up to continue down your breasts.

His lust seemed to overtake him at some point, drawing more and more fervent as he kissed and sucked at your skin. He wasn’t able to fully take out his desires on you last night, and that was evident in the way he kissed you now, hungrily, lustfully, intensely. Although you enjoyed the power you felt last night, you did wonder what he was like when he took control. You let out soft, eager moans as his hands made his way between your legs, rubbing his fingers against the crotch of your panties.

His tongue began to tease the sensitive skin at the inner part of your thigh with gentle licks. It tickled a bit, and you squirmed involuntary, causing him to wrap his arms around your thighs, holding your hips in place while he delivered more teasing kisses. Impatient, you started to slip your own panties off desperately, and he finally gave in to your hints, licking a long stripe of wetness between your legs. He used his tongue skillfully, immediately finding your most sensitive areas and exploiting them, eliciting pleasured moans. You were reminded of how expressive his tongue had been during your encounter the night before, and you certainly weren’t disappointed by how he used it today.

He ate you out with more grace and finesse this time, in less of a drunken frenzy than he was last night. Not that it was bad, just different. He looked up at you, smiling as he dragged his tongue across your clit, squeezing your thighs with his hands. It made your heart skip a beat, as you were dead sober now, and here the most beautiful man on the planet was smirking at you from between your legs.

You moaned, your fingertips scratching along the cool countertop, and your legs involuntarily squeezed around his head. This spurred him on to move faster, and soon enough you were squirming in his hold, biting your lip to try and silence the noises escaping you to no avail. You rocked your hips up against his face, grinding against him as he fucked you with his tongue. You tipped your head back, hitting it against the cabinet with a soft bang, and Seonghwa laughed, his warm breath against your skin sending tingles down your spine.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, your laugh melting into a sigh as his tongue started moving faster. He sucked hard on your clit, and you jolted forward at the sudden pleasure, whining as he ate you out mercilessly. Your legs tightened against his back, your fingers fisting into his hair as he moaned against your pussy, and you came hard, bucking your hips up into his face uncontrollably.

He planted soft kisses against your inner thigh as he stood up, caging you against the countertop once again as he leaned in to press your lips together. He kissed you sweetly for a moment, then abruptly slid you off the counter and spun you around. You fell forward, leaning against the countertop with your chest. He pressed you down onto it as he kissed along the back of your neck, delivering a sudden smack to your ass.

You felt the tip of his dick sliding against you, pushing in suddenly as he draped his body over your back. His hands came up to rest on the countertop, leaning against it with his elbows. He was clearly horny and impatient, wasting no time pounding into you, and you moaned helplessly against the counter as you took each thrust. You could feel his breath against your neck as he moaned, shoving you harder against the counter as his thrusts grew faster.

“Harder,” you whined, and he obliged. You ribs ached against the marble, but you loved the way he groaned through his teeth as he fucked you as hard as he could. You clawed helplessly against the counter as he started to break his rhythm, thrusting wildly as he reached his peak. He pulled out, painting your ass with warm streaks of cum, and you struggled for breath as your body lay plastered to the countertop.

Looks like it was time for another shower.

After showering and getting cleaned up, you left with him so he could set you up at his second place. It wasn’t as swanky as his last, but it certainly was nicer than anywhere you’d ever lived. It was more of a townhouse than an apartment, and it was surprisingly humble, with only a few stand-out pieces that would make you think he was ultra-rich. There were a couple spare rooms, but no extra beds, so he set you up in his room for the time being. It was only for a few days after all.

For the first three days, he visited you to check in at least once daily, usually in the evening, and you’d have some drinks and chat for a bit. He still divulged very little about his past, and the two of you never ventured your conversations further than surface-level. Even so, you enjoyed talking to him. Maybe it was that you hadn’t really gotten to speak like this to anyone since living with your boyfriend, but you felt like you had real chemistry. You took pride in every time you could break through Seonhwa’s hard exterior and make him laugh.

Of course, you’d also fucked. Your attraction to him was impossible to hide, and through your conversations, the tension between you was palpable. Each time was somehow better than the last. You wanted to take advantage of the fleeting opportunity you had to fuck him, as his words had not left your head -- the minute you returned to your home, you were never to contact him again.

On the fourth day, he sent you a text to let you know he wasn’t going to be able to visit you. You were a bit disappointed, but you took the opportunity to snoop around a little, as you still hadn’t learned anything more about him than he had told you the morning at his penthouse. Maybe there was something in his place that could give you a clue to who he really was. Besides your growing curiosity, you were also incredibly bored. What kind of guy didn’t even own a television, anyway?

You were shuffling through some boxes in his closet, looking through stacks of boring documents. You were about to give up on your intrusive quest when one paper caught your eye-- specifically an enormous collection of zeros stacked on the end of a dollar sign. Like an enormous amount of zeros.

His bank statement. Your immediate reaction was to look away. Looking at someone’s bank statement felt incredibly private, almost too private, and you glanced around the room, suddenly worried there was some sort of hidden camera catching you in the act of a crime. But you couldn’t look away. You had never seen anything near that amount of money in your life, and your curiosity was only amplified as you scanned the document.

Maybe this wasn’t even his. It wouldn’t make any sense -- even for someone whose dad owns a bar, even if he owned ten bars, this was more money than any normal human should ever be able to attain. You scanned for a name, and surely, written plainly at the top: Park Seonghwa.

Wait, Park? His last name was Park? You had heard that name before, but it took you a second to figure out exactly from where.

And then it hit you like a truck. But there was no way…

You set the papers down in shock. You could only stare at the wall as your thoughts slowly put the pieces together.

The Park Mafia.

You’d heard about them as a kid, they were notorious in your town, but they felt like a local legend rather than a real organization. All you knew about them was that they had existed for over a century, and you figured they had died out by now.

But here he was, and it made total sense. His apartment, the bar, the way he talked about his father, his aura of power, his unreasonable amount of money…

Your hands were shaking as you grabbed your phone and scanned for his number in your contacts. You were simultaneously furious and terrified: furious that he hadn’t told you yet and terrified that you were in way over your head. Maybe you were thinking too much about it, maybe it was just a coincidence that he shared a last name with a notorious mafia. Or at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

The ring of the phone felt endless. He picked up finally, but his voice was immediately laced with annoyance. “I told you not to call me here unless it’s an emergency.”

“Your family. What did you say they did again?” you asked, trying your best to sound calm, but you were anything but.

“I didn’t.”

“Well, then what do they do?” Your voice was rising now, unable to hold back your frustration.

He didn’t want to answer, you knew that, and your suspicions only grew with his silence. He hadn’t admitted to anything, but he may as well have. “How is this important? Look, I have to go.”

You were distracted by the distinct sound of a lock clicking from the entrance.

“Wait, Seonghwa.” Footsteps. Your voice grew panicked. “Are you walking through the door right now?”

“No, I’m—“

The distinct voices of two men grew louder as they drew closer to the bedroom, and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Then who the fuck is?”

A figure came into view in the doorframe, and he smiled as he lunged toward you. You dropped the phone and scrambled off the bed to run, but he grabbed your ankle so you couldn’t escape.

“Where ya goin,’ princess?” he sneered.

You screamed.

[to be continued]

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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ok so like y/n hanging out with her friends at an ice cream shop and super cute employee kook so happens to make y/n very nervous

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook (birthday boy!!!) x reader

➺ genre; marshmallow fluff level fluffy!!!! if u have a sweet tooth then this drabble is for you, jimin and taehyung are nightmare friends and i don’t know why u insist on hanging out with them all the time, *clown nose honk*

➺ wordcount: 3.5k

➺ what to expect; “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

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“oh, god. i think you’re going to have to roll me into the car.” you groan as you place a hand over your bloated stomach, “also, i’m… pretty sure i’m nine months pregnant.”

whoever came up with the whole ‘all you can eat buffet!’ concept must’ve been a psychopath because you feel like if you take another step you’re going to projectile vomit all the way across town

you let out a huff as you bend down and place your hands on your knees

jesus

you’re going to be siCK

“no one asked you to eat like seven servings of mac n’ cheese balls.” jimin raises a brow before rubbing your back in comforting circles

“i’m sorry, do you not hear yourself?” you twist your head before looking at him as if he just sprouted two heads on each shoulder, “mac n’ cheese balls. deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. all you can eat deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. with a tangy chipotle-ranch dip on the side!”

“alright, i get it.” he snorts before rolling his eyes, “i’m guessing this means you’re not in the mood for dessert anymore?”

you immediately stand up straight before giving your stomach a couple of pats, “where are we going for dessert??”

you’re ALWAYS in the mood for dessert

your first stomach might be full of food but your second stomach is completely empty

the monster inside your second stomach demands something sweet!

“well, scoops is right across the street. i heard the ice cream there is pretty good!” taehyung chirps before pointing at the ice cream place

you immediately feel your heart fall out of your ass

you usually never say no to ice cream but uh

there’s one reason why you’d prefer to go someplace else

jimin glances back when he notices you’re not following them to cross the street

he raises a brow before tilting his head, “if you actually need to puke, the garbage bin is right the-“

“i’m fine, i just-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “why do we have to go for ice cream?? there’s a frozen yogurt place a couple blocks away… and frozen yogurt is just as good!”

jimin and taehyung exchange glances before the two of them look back at you

“weren’t you the one who said that frozen yogurt was just a sad, watered-down version of ice cream and that the day you asked to go for frozen yogurt was the day we should execute you via cruel, unusual punishment?”

“yeah, and the cruel, unusual punishment was to force you to eat frozen yogurt?”

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek

damnit

they’re right

you friggin’ hate frozen yogurt

“ooh, check it out!” jimin gasps, his eyes lighting up, “strawberry-rhubarb pie. i wonder how they turned a pie into an ice cream flavour!”

“uh-huh, yeah…” you mutter absentmindedly, eyes flitting around behind the large counter

okay

okay!

this is fine

everything is fine

maybe today is his day off something!

hopEfully today is his day off because you are literally about to pop a button on your jeans and the last person who you’d want to have witness that would be-

“good evening, folks!” you practically jump out of your skin and you instinctively duck behind taehyung when he seems to pop out of thin air

he smiles brightly as he props his arms up on the top of the display case, “just give me a holler whenever you’re ready.”

okay

we should probably rewind a little bit

‘he’ would be… well, the person you’re currently hiding from.

you don’t know much about him besides the fact that his name is jungkook (the name tags here are comically large, by the way. it’s actually a little ridiculous. it’s like the employees think all the customers are blind and that’s why they made their name tags the size of a baby’s head.) and every time you come here he gives you extra hot fudge on your ice cream and also he’s very veRY cute

you usually come here after you finish submitting an essay or doing a live presentation as a way to reward yourself

because why live life if you’re not going to treat yourself every now and again??

you started this tradition at the beginning of the year and originaLLy you went to the only ice cream place on campus

unfortunately, the ice cream place on campus isn’t super great

their waffle cones are always stale and the ice cream pretty much melts as soon as you take a step outside of the store

and you werE going to give up and just find another place (your second option was the ice cream at mcdonald’s but that’s actually kind of sad now that you think about it) but!!!!

you felt like you deserved to have good ice cream!!!

so you googled the best ice cream parlours in the city and scoops was one of the only ones that was the closest to campus

only a ten minute bus ride away and you didn’t even have to transfer to another bus or anything

it was pretty much a dream come true!!

and you still remember the first time you wandered in here because you were greeted veRy enthusiastically by jungkook

you were pretty much the only person in the store on that day because it was like 2pm on a tuesday which made it hard to believe that this place was as popular as it sounded

to be fair, 2pm on a tuesday isn’t really the normal time to grab a cone of ice cream so there’s that

“you’re not striking me as the cookies ’n cream type. that seems a little too basic for you…” jungkook mutters as he stroked at his chin thoughtfully, “and i’m not getting a rocky road vibe from you, either…”

“is that so?” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smile and you cross your arms as you begin to make your way down the counter, jungkook slowly following you from where he’s standing, “what kind of vibe are you getting from me?”

“red velvet cake!” jungkook stops in his tracks to point at the tub of red velvet ice cream sitting in the display case, “in a brownie waffle cone… with hot fudge on top.”

your brows perk up in interest

red velvet cake ice cream

in a brownie waffle cone

with hot fudge on top?

…that sounds like something you’d devour in three seconds flat.

you obviously ended up enjoying the ice cream, and from that moment on, you promised yourself that this would be your place to celebrate your little victories

so, yeah!

the ice cream was good and the cute boy was just a bonus

of course… there is one tiny detail that has to be addressed

if it wasn’t already painfully obvious by now - jungkook makes you extremely nervous.

you’re not sure how it started, because you were literally fine when you first met him

the nerves appeared without warning of any kind!!

it was very strange

one day jungkook’s smile suddenly made your heart skip a beat and you had nO idea why because it had never done that before

and another time, when he told you that you were his favourite customer, your stomach started doing somersaults which was also something that your stomach had nevER done before

ooh, AND that one time when he said that he’d make a fresh batch of brownie waffle cones just for you… well, you were pretty much ready to marry him right then and there.

sure, when you saw the occasional attractive person on the street, you’d have the usual ‘oh, they’re pretty cute!’ thought, but that’d be it and then you’d never think about them again

but it was different with jungkook

it was more intense with jungkook

this wasn’t just a little schoolgirl crush.,,. this was,.., this was a schoolwoMAN crush

you initially thought that all these brand new feelings combined with the tingly feeling of chocolate syrup pumping through your veins should’ve been enough to scare you away from scoops forever, but…

the only reason why you keep swallowing your nerves and coming back is because the ice cream is really good here (five gold stars on google reviews!!) aND you can’t say no to extra hot fudge on the house!!!

sometimes jungkook surprises you with a couple brownie chunks or marshmallows or even cheesecake chunks on top without ever charging you which is also really nice of him

not to mention, on the days that you end class a little earlier, you like to come here to get some studying done

you have your own little table in the corner and jungkook always brings you a little treat to enjoy during your study session

nothing huGe like your usual red velvet brownie waffle hot fudge combo because you told him that you were only allowed to eat that if you were celebrating something, so he usually brings you a little cup with a random flavour of ice cream in it

strawberry shortcake

cinnamon toast crunch

banana milk is a really good one

and you can’t noT mention the chocolate-covered strawberries ice cream

the ice cream is a tangy strawberry base with swirls of dark chocolate in it and it is truly.,,. truly one of the best things you’ve ever put in your mouth

you just don’t understand why your knees get so wobbly and your palms get sO sweaty every time he flashes that handsome smile of his in your direction

you see plenty of attractive people every day on campus!

you see plenty of attractive people every day in your lectures!

your two friends are a couple of attractive people as well!!

at one point you even had crushes on boTh jimin and taehyung!!

(you will be taking that information to your grave because if they find out.,,. you’ll never live it down)

so why is this any different??

“so, i’m gonna go with the strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… and-“ jimin turns to look at taehyung (and you, currently peeking at jimin over taehyung’s shoulder), “what are you guys getting?”

your eyes widen and you duck down again when jungkook leans over to look at you and taehyung

“i’m gonna go with… the dark chocolate and caramel swirl… in a plain waffle cone.” taehyung nods affirmatively, “yeah. take the order now before i overthink it.”

“one strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… one dark chocolate and caramel swirl in a plain waffle cone…” jungkook mumbles to himself as he rinses the ice cream scooper in the little bucket of water before tapping it off on the side, “-and one red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top, right, y/n?”

boTh taehyung and jimin’s heads nearly snap off when they turn to look at you

taehyung steps out of the way and you freeze like a deer in headlights

maybe if you just… stay very still… jungkook won’t see you…

a good two seconds ticks by before you figure that you probably look like an idiot right now

“um-“ you straighten up a little before smoothing your sweater down, “i… yep! that… yep. sounds good.”

jungkook smiles brightly before nodding, “alright! just give me a couple of minutes to get that ready for you guys.”

your heart starts to drum away in your chest as you watch the back of jungkook’s head

even the back of his damn head is attractive

it’s not fair!!!!

“…i feel like there’s something we’re missing here.” taehyung is the first one to speak up and you force out a chuckle before shaking your head

time to do what you do best

D E N Y

“there’s nothing you’re missing here!” you snort, “he just- i’ve been here like, once or twice, so-“

“red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top sounds a little too specific for you to have only been here once or tw-“ jimin pauses and his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “oh my god.”

your brows knit together in concern, “wh- what?”

a smile begins to creep onto jimin’s face and your mind begins to race with what he could possibLy be thinking when suddenly- “you slept with him!” jimin gasps before whacking tae’s arm multiple times, “she slept with him!!!”

“wha- NO- no, i did not sleep with jungk-!” you lower your voice when you realise that there are children in here and you lean in, “i didn’t sleep with him. i just- i come here a lot, and- i don’t know. he’s nice! a-and he’s cute. he’s- he’s nice and he’s cute. and he gives me free things, sometimes.”

“…yeah, i think she’s telling the truth. she definitely didn’t sleep with him.“ taehyung shakes his head and you let out a sigh of relief

at least someone’s on your side here

you jolt when taehyung suddenly gives you a hearty sLAp on the back, “she’s just in love with him and doesn’t know how to tell him-“

OH my go-

“hey, your ice creams are ready for you!” jungkook, once again, seemingly pops out of thin air and the thrEE of you immediately split up the mini football huddle, “i have them for you at the cash register if you wanna come over and get them! y/n, i tried something new with your cone - i wrapped marshmallow fluff around the top and then caramelised it so it’d turn into, like, a s’mores situation-”

“y-yep! i’ll be right there-“ you hold a finger out and jungkook nods before heading over to the cash register

you turn to look at jimin and taehyung and scowl when the two of them begin to make kissy noises at each other

“oh, y/n, come to the back so i can show you my cone-“

“you can fluff my marshmallows any day of the week, jungkook-“

oh, god

see????

this was exaCTLY why you didn’t want to come here!!!!

in case this happened!!!!!

“oh my god, lemme drizzle my syrup all over your face, baby-“

“okay, c’mon, that’s enough-“

“roll me up like how you roll those waffle cones with your big, strong arms-“

jesus christ

children!!!!!!!

they are both chiLdren!!!!

boys are so GROSS

jungkook waits patiently by the cash register as his fingers drum against the marble countertop

he leans over to peek at you and your friends and smiles lightly when he sees you whaCk at one of them

to be honest, he liked you the moment you stepped into the shop for the first time

he still remembers how excited you were when you were looking at all the different flavours

according to the company policy, customers are only allowed to try four samples but jungkook’s pretty sure he let you try twenty samples on that day

after the first time you came here, he was actually pretty worried that he’d never see you again??

he was pretty bummed about it for a while because he wished that he would’ve asked for your number or something while you were here but he was too busy trying to be the charming ice-cream boy anD he was also pretty busy admiring your cute face

so he was very much pleasantly surprised when you came back a week later and was fully ready to let you go ham on the samples again

>:-)

but, again, he didn’t ask for your number that time around either because he couldn’t figure out a smooth way to ask you

and he wasn’t worried about you noT coming back because you seemed like a pretty big ice cream person

the point is: jungkook’s had plenty of opportunities (practically handed to him on a silver platter) to ask for your number so that he can finally ask you OUT and… he hasn’t.

but today!!!!

today will be different!!!!

today he’ll finally make his move!!!

he’s not giving himself an option!!!

he actually wasn’t expecting you in today because you usually pop up every two weeks or so and you came in last week

at first he thought that maybe you were dating one of the boys that you came in with but from the looks of it, the vibes are very much platonic and not at all romantic

so he thinks he’s in the clear here

jungkook straightens his posture and puffs his chest out a little bit when he sees you walking over

okay

operation: finally ask y/n for her number, you pussy is undERWAY

“well, i’m going to go and pay for your guys’ ice creams and you can just continue to make fools of yourselves-!”

by the time you make your way over to the cash register, jimin and taehyung are stiLL going at it but you’re hoping that jungkook won’t pay it any mind

“alright, how much do i owe you?” you ask as you pull your debit card out of your wallet, “this ice cream is the only thing i’m willing to break my wallet over-“

“actually, all of this is on the house today.” jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet for a second, “it’s the special birthday discount!”

you tilt your head

what special birthday discount?

“birthday discount?” you ask dumbly, “it’s not my birthday, though.”

“no, it’s not your birthday… but it’s my birthday.” jungkook clears his throat, “and… you know, i wanted to do something nice for you!”

“okay, well, first of all- happy birthday!” you smile brightly before that smile immediately drops from your face, “and, second of all- i can’t take this for free, jungkook- you even sprinkled those fancy toasted pecans on top of taehyung’s ice cream! i have to give you something-“

jungkook swallows his nerves

it’s now or never!

“there is… one thing you could give me…” he trails off, his voice starting to grow a little quiet

okay

the confidence is beginning to dwindle a little so he should probably get to the point

“yeah, i can think of one thing- like money??” you stick your debit card out again and jungkook rolls his eyes playfully before whacking your hand away

okay

just say it

just say it!!!!!!

“no, not money…” jungkook swallows thickly before shaking his head, “i was thinking more along the lines of… you know, your number.”

you drop your debit card on the countertop with a clatter

“my-“ you cut yourself off mid-sentence and you feel your cheeks immediately turn bright red, “you- you want my number?”

jungkook… jungkook wants your number?

you feel like money would be better than your number, but that’s just your humble opinion

“i mean- you obviously don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to! i-i’m not trying to imply that you owe me anything, i just-“ jungkook pauses for a second and his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip nervously, “i just, um, i don’t know! i… i really… enjoy your company, whenever you come in for a visit, you know? and i think you’re really pretty, so there’s that. i dunno.”

well, he can safely say that his self-proclaimed boyish charm flew out of the window as soon as he opened his mouth

why’s he so nervous all of a sudden??

he’s practiced this in front of the mirror a doZEN times

and every time he hits on himself in the mirror he’s tempted to give himself his number

that’s how good he is at flirting!!

but here he is!!!

fumbling over his words!!!

shoving his clammy hands into his pockets!!!

diverting his gaze from the pretty girl who he’s been dreaming about ever since the first time he laid his undeserving eyes on her!!!

“no, no-! i just-“ you smile shyly as you slide your debit card back into your wallet with clumsy hands, “i would absolutely love to give you my number! it’s just that i- i didn’t- i didn’t think that you… liked me like that.”

jungkook looks up at you before scoffing playfully, “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

you press your lips together before flashing a sheepish smile at him, “i mean… i was probably paying more attention to the ice cream than to you.”

jungkook snorts

he should’ve seen that coming.

(p.s. he heard every single word of what your friends said earlier and this is just his dumb icky sleazy boy brain speaking but he’d be down to drizzle his syrup on ur face if you allowed him to)

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longitudinalwaveme · 3 years ago

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Arkham Files: The Flash (Wally West)

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Wallace “Wally” West, also known as the Flash. Session One. So, Mr. West, how are you?

Wally: Let’s go over the situation I’m in, shall we? My wife and I visit your creepy, Gothic asylum-perfectly legally, by the way- to make sure that Bruce Wayne is okay, and you get us arrested on bogus charges of trespassing. Then you pull strings to get me stuck in Arkham Asylum while I’m awaiting trial, and now you’re trying to have me declared legally insane so that you can lock me up in here for good. How the heck do you THINK I’m feeling?

Hugo Strange: Your hostility is unnecessary, Mr. West. I am trying to help you.

Wally: If this is your definition of ‘helping’ me, I’d hate to see what you do to people you want to hurt. Seriously, did you go to the Zoom Academy of Making Things “Beeetttteerrrr”?

Hugo Strange: I am nothing like Mr. Zolomon, Mr. West.

Wally: I’ll say you’re not. Hunter...he’s sick. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But you? What’s your excuse?

Hugo Strange: I do not need an excuse, Mr. West. You may not realize it yet, but you-and all the other costumed vigilantes-are doing more harm than good.

Wally: What do you mean, more harm than good? I’ve had my powers since I was ten years old, and since then I’ve done my best to hold to the promise that I made to Uncle Barry: to use my speed only to help those in need, to combat evil-and never for my own personal gain. I haven’t been perfect at it-I’m not as selfless as Uncle Barry, and I’ve got quite a temper-but I’ve tried. I’ve really, really tried.

Hugo Strange: Let’s talk about your Uncle Barry, shall we, Mr. West?

Wally: Why? So you can twist my words and use them to make him out to be some sort of misguided lunatic? Not gonna happen.

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, I assure you I bear no ill will towards Mr. Allen. Obviously, you bear a great deal of affection for him. I simply wish to know why that is.

Wally: Because he’s a hero! He’s brave and loyal and honest and kind and good. He cares about everybody. He uses his powers to protect the weak and help the poor and defend the helpless. He became friends with Albert Desmond when nobody else would’ve given him a chance and got him his job at S.T.A.R. Labs, and he’s tried to help Mick Rory get the treatment he needs for his pyromania, too. He’s raised billions of dollars for charities, and he’s helped to save the world more times than I can count. (Pause) And he does all that while also working for justice as a police scientist!

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, the exploits of Mr. Allen are well-known. I was asking you why you, in particular, are so fond of him.

Wally: Well, he did marry my favorite aunt. (Pause) More importantly, though...as a kid, I really needed a hero, and he….he was my hero. My parents barely knew I was alive, except when I did something that inconvenienced them. When that happened, my dad would call me names or hit me, and my mom would wail and cry and guilt-trip….and then they’d go right back to obsessing over their own problems or arguing with each other. I...I felt like I was all alone, except for Aunt Iris. She was the one person in my family who really seemed interested in me, and she also had this awesome job as a reporter in a big city. She was really cool, but because I lived two hours away from her, I didn’t get to see her very much. (Pause) When Uncle Barry first became the Flash, I didn’t know who he was...but I idolized him. I was his biggest fan! I was even the President of the Blue Valley Flash Fan Club. (Pause, laughs) President and only member. The other kids thought he was cool, but they weren’t as invested in him as I was. To me, he represented freedom.

Hugo Strange: It sounds as though you were a rather lonely little boy, Mr. West.

Wally: Yeah, I guess I was. (Pause) That’s why I was so excited when my folks sent me to live with Aunt Iris in Central City during the summer when I was ten. And that’s when I first met Uncle Barry. Like I said, I didn’t know he was the Flash yet, so at first I thought he was...well, honestly? Kind of a dweeb. But then he told me that he knew the Flash and could introduce me to him. I was so excited, I probably could’ve inhaled an entire shoe. Anyway, Uncle Barry used his super speed to change into the Flash and act like he’d been waiting for me to arrive, and that’s when I met the Flash. He was everything I’d dreamed he would be. Even though I had been a little bit of a brat to him as Barry Allen, he treated me with respect; like he was happy to meet me and have me around, and it put me over the moon. Eventually, he started to explain how he’d gotten his powers, and that’s when it happened: lightning struck twice. I was doused in the same chemicals he’d gotten his super speed from, and I gained access to the speed force. It was the best day of my entire life. Besides the day I married Linda, of course. I became his sidekick, and from that point on, he was like a second father to me. He laughed at my stupid jokes, got me ice cream, took me on field trips, played games with me….all the things I dreamed of having my dad do with me. Eventually, he told me his secret identity. It was shortly before he and Aunt Iris got married, and I was ecstatic to learn that my favorite aunt was going to marry my hero. I was the ring bearer at their wedding, and from that point on, Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris basically raised me. They helped me through my parents’ divorce. Uncle Barry taught me how to balance a checkbook and apply for college scholarships; Aunt Iris helped me get my driver’s license and taught me how to really notice when other people were in need. (Pause) If it hadn’t been for them, I...I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. Maybe I’d be one of Captain Cold’s strays right now.

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, let me posit a question to you. If your uncle loved you so much, why did he put you in a costume and allow you to fight dangerous criminals? You became the so-called Kid Flash at ten years old, and by the time you were eleven, you had already faced the Weather Wizard, Captain Cold, and the first Mirror Master-to say nothing of your garden-variety gangsters and thugs. Surely, a responsible adult would have ensured that you stayed far away from such violence...and yet Mr. Allen seemed to almost thrust you towards it.

Wally: (Annoyed) Thrust me toward it? Are you kidding? If Uncle Barry hadn’t allowed me to be his sidekick, I’d have struck out and done superhero work on my own. I wanted to be just like him, remember? If anything, I thrust him into letting me fight criminals. (Pause) Besides, it wasn’t like he was just letting some random kid fight crime. I had super speed, remember? The chances of my getting shot were virtually nil. And the Rogues have a thing about not hurting kids. I wasn’t in any particular danger, especially not with Uncle Barry watching out for me.

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, you obviously are unaware of this, but your uncle is a very sick man.

Wally: Have you been listening to anything I said? Uncle Barry is the best man in the world. If that makes him crazy...well, I don’t want to be sane!

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, I understand that this is difficult for you, but you must face reality. Your uncle was a very eccentric, very lonely man. He had few friends; most of his life was absorbed in his work. He always wanted to be someone special, but he knew that slow, lazy Barry Allen was no one important. Like you, he idolized a superhero-in his case, the Mystery Man known as Jay Garrick, and, like you, he wished that he, like his hero, was special. When his metahuman powers were activated by the lightning strike, his mind, already fragile from years of being mocked and looked down upon by his peers, shattered. He decided to use his powers to emulate the hero he had read about and idolized as a child, so that he could finally be special. Eventually, his antics drew the attention of other, even more damaged individuals, thereby indirectly inspiring the debut of all the costumed oddities that both you and your uncle spend so much time playing cops and robbers with. And then he met you. Another lonely little boy who wanted to be special. When you got your powers, he saw a chance to expand his fantasy world; recklessly endangering you. He may have been deluded enough to call you a sidekick, but what you really were was a child soldier. No wonder your life was sent into such a tailspin when he was temporarily lost in the speed force five years ago. Without him around to help maintain the fantasy that he had indoctrinated you into, you were lost, and the only solution you could think of was to take up the role that he had once filled. You are not a hero, Mr. West. You are a sad, deluded child; just as your uncle is a sad, deluded man. But I will see that you get the help you need.

Wally: (Furious) That’s a load of bunk, and you know it! I don’t know what your game is, Dr. Strange, but you’re not going to get away with dragging my uncle’s name through the mud!

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, your loyalty to your uncle is misguided. He is a dangerous vigilante, one who took advantage of your innocence and loneliness to turn you into yet another costumed freak. What he did to you was wrong, and it is my duty to make sure that you, and the rest of the world, realizes that fact.

Wally: (Very loudly) Don’t you talk about Uncle Barry that way, you filthy liar! (Stands up rapidly; knocks over the chair he was sitting in)

Hugo Strange: Mr. West, I would advise you to refrain from such open displays of hostility. Otherwise, I will have to recommend that your children not be allowed to visit you, for the sake of their own mental health.

Wally: And how do you think it affected their mental health to have their parents locked up on phony charges, huh?

Hugo Strange: Neither of you were fit guardians for them, Mr. West. I understand that having them separated from you was upsetting, but it is for their own good. You and your wife obviously love them, but you are too ill to properly care for them, and your wife was only enabling your behavior. It was simply not a safe environment for the children, so they have been removed from your home until such time as you have been cured and can properly care for them. Two generations of costumed vigilantes is quite….(Hugo Strange is frozen solid)

Capt. Cold: And he’s got the nerve to call us crazy. Really, accusin’ you an’ your missus of being bad parents? I seen how you dote on those kids, West. Only a nutjob could think you were unsafe for ‘em.

Wally: Captain Cold?

Capt. Cold: The one and only. You ready to bust outta this joint, kid?

Wally: Are you seriously asking me to help you escape prison?

Capt. Cold: Sam got Lisa and all the guys out already, and I’ve pretty much already escaped, kid. Just figured I’d be nice and get you outta here, too-before the Doc decides to give you a lobotomy. (Freezes and breaks Wally’s metahuman power dampener) Besides, Central City is furious over what happened to you and your missus. They ain’t exactly gonna expedite you back here.

Wally: All right...but as soon as Iron Heights gets rebuilt, I’m taking all of you Rogues straight back there.

Capt. Cold: I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Pause) C’mon, kid. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.

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