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wanderinginksplot · 4 years ago

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Just for Kix

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Oaths

"Congratulations, men," Doctor Trask, the supervising physician, told them. "Now that you've passed your final assessment, you are officially medics for the Grand Army of the Republic. You may paint a medic's cross on your armor and you'll likely be asked to perform additional field duties, especially during and after combat."

The small group of men in the room smiled and looked at each other excitedly. The six of them had been working together for weeks, learning all of the necessary procedures and protocol to become medics.

Trask nodded once at them. "Dismissed."

"Are you going to ask?" Curl whispered to Kix.

"Excuse me, sir?" Kix asked loudly, stopping Trask in the middle of leaving the room.

"What is it, soldier?"

Kix fought not to show his disdain on his face. 'Soldier' was the only way Trask had ever referred to any of the men, despite having worked with the six of them for almost a full month.

"Well, sir-"

"That's Doctor, soldier," Trask snapped.

"Doctor, then," Kix repeated dryly, trying to ignore the snickers of the other men at his tone. Trask was not well-liked. "I've heard that civvie medical professionals take oaths to uphold the standards of the field. Do we do something similar?"

Trask snorted. He actually kriffing snorted. "Those oaths are for medical professionals."

"Don't tell me I've been in the wrong class all this time," Curl groaned, brushing a hand over his curly mohawk in fake distress. "My CO is going to have my shebs when he finds out."

"Oaths like the one you're talking about, soldier, are for people in the medical field with a life expectancy that is longer than a few months," Trask told Kix stiffly. "Dismissed."

And he left the room before anyone could say anything else. The other men began gathering their things while Kix was still staring at the spot where Trask had stood, silently fuming. More than a few of the other new medics cast sympathetic glances in Kix's direction, but they filtered out the room when he didn't respond.

"Are you gonna be okay, Kix?" Curl asked.

"We'll never be good enough for them, will we?" Kix asked. "I could cross-train into every hard skill and specialization that the GAR has to offer and the nat-borns would still look at me like I'm a droid they downloaded a new program onto."

"Not all of the nat-borns," Curl pointed out helpfully. "Just the ones we work with."

Kix gave him a look, not ready to find anything about the situation amusing.

Curl, good-natured as ever, just chuckled. "Come on, don't let some di'kut with an attitude take this away from you. From us. We're medics now, Kix. That's something to be proud of, even if we're the only ones who think so."

"You're right," Kix sighed. He didn't really feel much better, but he wasn't going to steal the experience from Curl just because of one bad experience. "Let's get out of here. We can go to 79s if you want."

"Hell, yeah!" Curl cheered. "We'll drink until you forget about Trask, then lecture every vod we see drinking too much."

That actually got Kix to smile as he agreed and they left the room.

"Finally," a voice sighed. "We didn't think you were ever coming out of there."

"Just because that hut'uun insulted you doesn't mean you should make us wait," another agreed.

From the voices, Kix was already prepared to see two brothers when he turned around, but something in the way the two were standing and talking made it clear that they shared a close connection. Kix was willing to bet that they were from the same batch, but the matching undercuts were a bit much.

"Shatter," the one on the left said in introduction.

"Sprain," said the one on the right.

"Curl," Curl said with a grin.

"And I'm Kix," he finished, unamused. "You said you were waiting for us?"

"You're the one who was asking about medic oaths, weren't you?" Sprain asked.

"Let us guess," Shatter said sarcastically. "Trask shut you down, told you that clone troopers are inferior and don't get to take medic oaths."

"Or some variation of that," Sprain added, a bit more sympathetically than the other trooper.

Kix gritted his teeth in an effort to keep his ire internal, so Curl answered for him. "That's exactly right. Told us clone troopers don't live long enough to need to bother."

"And what do you think of that?" Sprain asked.

"I think it's kriffing ridiculous, 'scuse my language," Curl told him.

The troopers looked at Kix then. "Do you agree?"

Kix gave a tight nod and Shatter grinned. "Good. Because we've got our own medic's traditions to uphold. The two of you are late to swear your oaths."

"Follow us," Sprain ordered.

"And if we don't?" Kix asked, more curious than malicious.

Shatter and Sprain glanced at each other. Sprain shrugged. "We can't tell you that you can't be a medic if you don't take the oaths, but no brother who finds out will choose you over someone who did swear, if you get what I'm saying."

"Are you gonna refuse?" Shatter asked sharply.

"Of course not," Kix replied. "I just wanted to know if it was mandatory."

Sprain and Shatter glanced at each other before breaking into matching grins. Shatter elbowed his brother. "Yeah, he'll fit in fine."

"Come with us and we'll talk about what being a medic really means," Sprain invited.

With their own shared glance, Kix and Curl followed the pair. Only a few minutes later, they found themselves in the underbelly of the GAR headquarters, standing in a darkened room that branched off from the system of pipes and wires that kept the building running. The other members of their class were there as well, looking just as uncertain as Kix felt.

"When is the right time to lie to a patient?" Sprain quizzed.

Kix frowned. "You should never lie to a patient."

Shatter fixed him with a stern look. "So if I was dying and there was no hope of recovery, you would tell me that? Let my last moments be filled with pain, fear, and hopelessness?"

"But Trask told us we should never lie to a patient, even if they are dying," Curl said hesitantly.

"Who cares what that di'kut said, we're talking-" Shatter cut himself off as Sprain made a disparaging noise.

"What my brother means is that Trask taught you the mechanics of being a medic," Sprain explained diplomatically. "We're here to remind you of the soft skills. Trask thinks that clones are nothing more than flesh droids, but we know better than that. In this case, it's more ethical to lie to your patient than to tell them there's no hope."

Kix could accept that as part of his own code. "Understood. What other advice do you have for us?"

"When possible, treat wounds as painlessly as possible, but let some things heal naturally if you have a trooper who won't learn," Shatter suggested.

"Don't be afraid to overrule a commanding officer who won't take care of their own health," Sprain told them.

Shatter squinted. "Never play favorites, especially if you have them."

Nodding at his brother's point, Sprain added, "Sometimes, regs are made to be broken."

"But never - ever - break the medic's code," Shatter emphasized seriously. "We can't stop troopers from being treated by you like civvie doctors do if they mess up, but we'll handle breaches ourselves if we have to."

"Are you ready to swear your oaths?" Sprain asked them.

Everyone nodded, and Kix and Curl both gave a quick salute in affirmation. The class repeated Shatter and Sprain's reverent recitations in a way they definitely hadn't bothered with Trask's teachings:

I swear to uphold this code, enforced not by generals, but by brothers:

I respect my training and will support my brothers who wish to follow in my footsteps.

I will treat my patients with necessary treatments, not exaggerating or denying treatment.

I know and remember that my behavior may help my patients, as well as harm them.

I can admit when I am wrong or do not know. I have resources who will help and I will be a resource to other medics.

I respect my patients and their free will. Each is a thinking being worthy of respect.

I know that I am not immortal. I treat others well and hope to someday be treated in a similar way.

"Finally," Sprain said with a note of finality, "do you agree to help Shatter and I swear in new medics whenever you are on Coruscant?"

"You don't have to, but it would help," Shatter cut in.

Amid the general murmur of agreement, Curl nodded. "I will, definitely."

"I'd be honored," Kix agreed, meaning every word.

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A/N - This is a short companion series for Nobody Listens to Kix (full chapter list can be found on my masterlist at the top of the story). These are just some outtakes that didn’t fit the tone of the series, but all are completed and ready to be posted!

#Just for Kix #Nobody Listens to Kix #clone trooper kix #original clone troopers #medic oaths #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #kix #clone medic kix #medic #clone troopers deserve better #more to come #please reblog

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bonsai62 · 4 years ago

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Part 1: The Compatibility between Pisces and Capricorn

Hello everyone! Today, since I am hella bored and have nothing to do this fine evening, I am going to talk about the relationship between our two boys; Yuji and Megumi and how much they represent their signs so much.

Before I get started, I am not going to talk about their sex life even though it’s kinda important if you are into astrology, however, for this case I won’t because both of them are minors. But if you want to read more about their comparability then be my guess and look at the underline links. I will provide links in the discussion so you can have a better understanding on how the signs are and use manga pages for you to visually see it.

Also, excuse my English. I am very bad at it! Even though it’s my first language I still have lots of errors in my writing!

Also beware of manga spoilers too!!

Let’s get started on this very long essay!

Traits of a Pisces: Itadori Yuji

Positive: Compassionate (top), empathetic (middle), & creative (bottom)

We also have: Warm/gentle, caring, intellectual, animal lover, and romantic

Here we have the positive side of a Pisces and let me tell you it screams Yuji so damn much. Yuji is such a compassionate guy. I don’t think I have never seen a character who is very compassionate like Yuji (I have but we are talking about Yuji here lol). He can empathize with a whole lot of people and no matter what the situation is he understands. Yuji doesn’t need to have the same experience as someone because he can feel and get in their head to make him understand what their going through. Which brings me to that he has a really high empathy level when it comes to people (I can relate a lot because I have the same thing). However, having a lot of empathy isn’t all that’s cracked up to be but I’ll talk about it soon.

A Pisces is also very creative and they love hobbies. One of Yuji’s favorite hobbies is, I have a feeling is sports but that just based on what his old school thought of him + the baseball game. Plus cooking! Cooking is an amazing hobby and it lets you get creative with your hands and skills! I like to imagine that he is the best cook throughout the school and loves to share with his classmates and have them rate his cooking lol! Cooking is also a relief of stress so I can also imagine him having a bad day and just ends up being in the kitchen.

Now....

Negative: Overly emotional (top), impressionable (bottom), closed off (middle)

I messed up the order lol

We also have: melancholy, lazy, stubborn, moodiness, etc

Yuji is a very emotional person. We have seen him at his best and at his worse. He is such an emotional person that he felt bad for killing Choso’s brothers. His emotions gets the best of him when Junpei died, Megumi was hurt, seeing what Sukuna has done in Shibuya, and Nanamin/Nobara getting destroyed by Mahito. It’s an unhealthy feeling because we’ve seen Yuji get distracted with his injured friends and him kinda fucking up on his fighting. Another unhealthy trait that Yuji had is not talking about himself. We’ve seen him not talk about his feelings and I mean personal deep feelings that’s always going to be in the back of his head. Like when Megumi knows that something happened to Yuji but Yuji simple doesn’t want to talk about and closes it. He doesn’t really like talking about himself and rather hear other people/helping other people rather than face his own demons. If he’s facing his own demons, he rather be doing it on his own.

I also want to point out that many people think that he gets over people’s death hella easily. No... that is not true whatsoever. The boy has been through so much trauma that eventually you just get so tired of crying about it and you don’t have the energy anymore, you eventually start telling yourself “it is what it is” or “what can I do now?”. Noabra is a perfect example. He didn’t need to cry because he had the biggest mental breakdown when it happened. So when he asked Megumi about her status... he just had to say “alright”.

In my theories... she is definitely alive. Again, Gege is playing half of you guys. She is gonna pop out in the next couple of chapters or even the one coming up next.

Another things that I find interesting in Yuji which according to the links I put, Pisces tend to trust people easily:

Ease of being cheated: A desire to see the best things in other people makes the Two Fish very impressionable individuals. They trust others without any suspicions and often suffer from their frivolity. Any pressure of stronger people is accepted as a command for them and they easily agree with them without any doubts.

For instant, Todo and Choso. Those two mf were about to kill him but they didn’t because of what Yuji’s mind fuck did (I know Gege sensei said that isn’t a theory but still it’s mind fuck lol) He instantly call Todo his best friend like I can hear Nobara (Big sis) twitching somewhere lol. Whenever I think of Yuji and Todo’s relationship, I think of Vinny and Paula D from Jersey Shore haha!

Any who, while trusting people isn’t a bad thing, you still don’t know what their intentions are and everything. It’s a very naive thing to do.

But I felt for Yuji and Choso... Yuji didn’t have much of a choice...

I would like to know what changed Yuji’s mind into staying with Choso. I’m curious how Yuji “trusted” being with Choso after everything that went down. Yuji is a very forgiving character too (minus Mahito). But now, I think we can see that Choso has no bad intentions towards Yuji because he “might” be his brother. And their so cute too!!

On to our other boy!

Traits of a Capricorn: Megumi Fushiguro

Positive: Resourcefulness (top), discipline/patient (middle: also thank @pantherbeamish for the photos!), and reliability (bottom)

We also have: Responsibility, loyalty, diligence, team player, etc

Megumi is a very interesting character. Whenever I see him I get more interested in him. He is exactly what you would describe a Capricorn. We have seen Megumi be resourceful when it comes understanding how curse energy works thanks to him. He is very detailed when it comes to explaining and also a very patient man when Yuji, who doesn’t know jack shit about the Jujutsu world. Never, not once, does Megumi call Yuji an idiot for not knowing all these things. That’s what makes him amazing because if it were other Shonen mangas, the “rival” would’ve called Yuji an idiot. The only time Megumi ever calls Yuji an idiot is when Yuji literally does or says something stupid. To me, that is normal and not being a dick about it because we all know that if we had a friend like Yuji we would’ve stared at him like “why are you like this...”

It’s me... I’m a lot like Yuji lol

But no, he is very patient and tries to explain everything to Yuji as best as he can. I have this thing where almost everyone relies on Megumi a lot because he’s a serious guy + very responsible with his tasks. We see Maki trusting Megumi too. Like the time when Megumi was hyping Yuji up saying he can beat everyone in the Kyoto school if they didn’t use curse energy (something like that lol). Yuji also can confirm himself that Megumi is very reliable. He mentioned it while back at the prison because both sibling duo thought they were lost.

Negative: Sensitivity (top), seriousness (middle), reservation (bottom)

We also have: Unforgiving, criticism, suspicion, pickiness, etc

Just like Yuji, we have seen Megumi’s negative side a lot but it’s simply because he’s sensitive and thinks logically. Sometimes, I also feel like he thinks through his heart as well but that’s just me. That is where the sensitivity comes along. Megumi is hella sensitive he doesn’t need to show it because you can feel it.

In the article:

Sensitivity: It is better not to offend Capricorns who are very sensitive people. They can’t stand being laughed at and remain serious in public but feel badly deeply in their souls. Even a minor joke can result in resentment from their side!

In many, many occasions we have seen everyone fucking around or getting on Megumi’s nerves, especially in our recent Jujustroll where Gojo is saying a bunch of nonsense and embarrassing tf out of Megumi. His seriousness gets in the way and that’s what makes him sensitive.

On the side note: I also wanted to add something. As I was reading a few articles, some mentioned that Capricorns are... bland. Please, Capricorns!! No me ataques! I just find it interesting that someone, like Todo, who thinks Megumi is boring. Todo honestly thought he was boring since he first asked him what was his type and while Megumi gave us the best answer, Todo expected something more fun. But no, it was boring. Also, Megumi lives a simple life. Now, I’m not saying that Megumi is boring because as a matter of fact I like how simple he is. He likes to keep things neutral. Personally, on his activities he is considered “bland” and honestly, I can see why but I would still go out my way to enjoy it with him if I was his significant other lol I also feel like he has a good sense of style in fashion. I’m saying that judging from the official arts + “Lost In Paradise” because in that ED Megumi be looking like a bowl of fruits. A bowl of snacks lmao!

But, anyways! Megumi is also reserved to himself. He does not like talking about himself at all (hon hon does that sound like someone?). He doesn’t open up to a lot of people but I kinda feel like he does with Gojo but that’s just because Gojo raised him and he just knows when Megumi is feeling a certain way. Also, I bet Gojo just knows when Megumi is having a bad day too. We witnessed him just being in his own bubble in the current arc that is happened in the anime. Yuji and Nobara calls him out about him being so reserved to himself. He does eventually tells them what is going on, but it takes a lot for a Capricorn to open up and it’s totally understandable. I feel as if you want a Capricorn to open up, you have to let them give you time for them to get to know you. Give them your intentions and put in the effort to make them trust you.

Now in to the fun part!!

1. Trust:

Positive:

Articles 1: They will often understand each other well enough to respect their relationship and keep it clear of dishonesty

I’m a use this imagine again btw because this speaks their relationship clearly

I think what I truly love about their relationship and love the idea of them being an endgame is the trust that they have for one another(even though someone is gonna die). They barely knew each other for 2 months and their chemistry is off the mf charts.

The picture above isn’t just them having an eye opening moment but the fact that they trust each other to save one another.

Megumi had saved Yuji so many time

Yuji had also saved Megumi so many times

Tbh, when I was thinking about Megumi coming in to save Yuji from Yuuta and Naoya, I thought it would be the same as when Yuji saved Megumi and Maki from Hanami, but we got something better. We got to see Megumi never doubting Yuji and always making sure that he gives him as many chances as he gives. I hope that sparks a realization for Yuji because sometimes I always felt that he doesn’t really acknowledges Megumi doing a whole lotta things for Yuji. I’m still complaining about it because if he can say “thank you, best friend” to Todo or “thank you, Kugisaki, for letting me know that I am not alone” to Nobara, then he should definitely see how much Megumi gives a fuck about him.

I expect a “thank for being by my side and never doubting me” for Megumi.

Articles 2: Pisces, who prefers to hand off important decision-making to dominant Capricorn, feeds into the goat’s need to be in control. On the flip side, Capricorn trusts Pisces to attend to its emotional needs—something that can be very difficult to allow at first.

This is interesting because a lot of the time Megumi is always making the plans and the choices. I feel like Yuji tends to rely on Megumi a lot because Yuji respects the way Megumi thinks (I’m not saying he doesn’t do that with anyone either).

Another thing is that:

“Capricorn trust Pisces to attend to its emotional needs-something that can be very difficult to allow at first”

I want to use Yuji asking Yuuta to kill him if Sukuna comes out especially for Megumi’s sake as an example of “emotional needs” because we see that Yuji does not want to be anywhere near Megumi because of Sukuna. In Yuji’s emotional state, he would rather have Yuuta kill him than Megumi. A lot of people also have this head canon that the reason why he asked Yuuta to kill him instead of Megumi is because Megumi already has a lot on his plate or something. I forgot the theory lol

But... I have a feeling that Megumi is gonna end up killing Yuji at the end because it should be him...

But yes,

Let’s see where things end with the current event that is happening now.

But unfortunately, I have to stop right here because Tumblr only allows 10 images in one post. Tragic!

I do hope you guys enjoy and please comment if I’m missing anything with them! Let’s hope I won’t take long with part 2 because I’m hella busy at times! Overall, tell me what you guys think!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk anime #jjk #jjk manga #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #anime #manga #soulmates #I love them #our babies #please I’m just rambling and I make no sense #itafushi #fushiita

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knight-queen · 4 years ago

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Lunatic Parade Subaru Sakamaki– (Chapter 3)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Place: Glimmer Street, Main street/グリンマーストリート表通り

Subaru: Haah...I wonder what that old-uncle’s planning to assign us this time.

Yui: According to what I feel... I bet we won’t be facing any ordinary things this time too…

(Hm…?)

Vampire Woman E: Haah...it’s no good…

Yui: (That grandmom seems to be troubled by something….? Why’s that?)

→ Selection

声をかける / Call her out (+Correct)

そのまま通り過ぎる/ Pass it as it is

Yui: Excuse me, grandmo一

Subaru: Oi.

Yui: Subaru kun…

Subaru: Don’t tell me that ye’re gonna call her out?

Yui: Eh...Yes, I am…

Subaru: Are you awaring of this situation? We have to go somewhere important.

Yui: I know that but...we can’t just leave someone alone who’s been troubled…

Subaru: What you mean by troubled…

……

...Haah, got it. Do as you wish.

...Kindness is existing inside you as always.

Yui: Umm...excuse me grandmom, is there anything wrong?

Vampire Woman E: Oh...a girl. You see, I have dropped off a precious handkerchief somewhere…

Yui: So that’s what it was. I’m going to lay you a hand searching for that!

Subaru: Bah dang….that’s the only option…

*After a moment*

Yui: (It’s rather difficult to search for a handkerchief without having any clue…)

Subaru: Oi, I couldn’t find it here.

Yui: Likewise...I couldn’t find it either.

(Was that flew away somewhere by wind…? 一Ah!)

The thing stuck with that bench over there, it’s the handkerchief yeah!?

Vampire Woman: Oh goodness! You’re right!

Subaru: Finally found that huh? Well then, let’s get that an一

*A bird has grabbed that*

Yui: Ah…!

(That bird has….!)

Subaru: Wai- hold on!

*Flying sound*

Yui: (The bird picked the handkerchief in it’s mouth and flew away…)

Subaru: Tch...on the roof huh…

Yui: ...I’m gonna bring a ladder right away…!

Subaru: Aah, hold it! For you using a ladder will probably be so risky that I can’t even look at that.

...I’ll go and get that so wait ‘re.

I won’t need any kinda ladder for just this...I can get that in a sec’ if I just fly.

...Here I go…

*Flies*

Yui: ...Ah, Subaru kun…

*Comes back after a moment*

Subaru: ...Here, it should be fine now.

Yui: (Ah, the thing he’s holding is…!)

Vampire Woman E: Oh my, yes! This one! Huge thanks to both of you.

This thing was really important for me...so you were a great help. Really thank you very much.

(She is being so happy. It was good to her after all!)

Yui: Ah...sorry Subaru kun for making you stop by there...but thank you.

Subaru: ...Haah. Every time I see the depth of yer’ kindness, it keeps surprising me…

...But, you know...if you prefer that then I won’t stop you.

Yui: Yes…?

(He’d usually say that doing these is just absurd but...he’s somehow different I guess)

Subaru: Anyways, we’re done with this business. Let’s move on.

Place: Rubean Canal / ルビーン運河

Gondolier A: 一Time to departure!

Yui: (...Today’s work is to find a mineral from an abandoned mine inside of the volcano.)

(...Sounds so difficult…)

Subaru: Oi, what was up with that guy from earlier?

Yui: Eh? The guy from earlier?

Subaru: When I said “let’s go”, then you were freaked out. That one.

Yui: Oh…

(The time when he said that today we’ll have to go to the volcano…)

(I thought Subaru kun is gonna deny but, he simply nodded by saying “Let’s go”...)

Ah...yeah. I want you to listen without getting angry…

I really thought that you’re gonna have an objection in going to the volcano.

However, I was surprised when you smoothly agreed with going there…

Subaru: ...Hmph.

...Even though I can’t understand other people, every single one has a precious thing.

Atleast, I understood that right.

Yui: ……?

Subaru: Such as, the head-mask that the old-uncle asked to get and,

The handkerchief that the grandma was searching.

Yui: Subaru kun…

Subaru: Above these...if I look from the perspectives of persons, then to me you are also…

So, they may have looked at those things considering like this way.

Yui: ...kh…*flushed*

(It’s unfair to say these things out of nowhere…)

(It’s embarrassing but...I feel like my love for Subaru has increased more than before.)

Place: Lake / 湖

Gondolier A: This place is Tilkes!

Yui: (Phew...looks like we’ve finally arrived.)

(Rest is to go to the volcano right ahead…)

Subaru: Finally we’ve come here huh…

Yui: I guessed you’d prefer flying instead of riding on Gondola.

Subaru: Yeah...I had thought about flying. But, I’ll have to use some stamina from here on, yeah?

Yui: (Fufu...looks like he’s having positive feedback in the missions that Mr. antique-artist has assigned.)

*After a while*

Yui: Certainly we can see the volcano if we pass by this lake-side, right?

Subaru: That old-uncle said so.

Yui: Well then if we take this direct approac一

*Crowd noises*

Yui: ……

Subaru: ……

Yui: (I’ve been thinking about it for a while though, this lake-shore is full of couples I seeee….)

(Since it looks like a tourism spot, I think we’ve no other choices…)

S- so many couples right…

Subaru: Tch...dang noisy…

Yui: (But, if we don’t cross through this side-road of couples then we can’t go to the volcano….)

Subaru: Oi, Yui.

*Hugs her*

Yui: Wah…!

(He is hugging me…!?)

Subaru: It won't be unnatural if we just walk together like this.

Yui: Maybe you got a point but still...it’s embarrassing…!

Subaru: Looking to the other side, we’re also....two of us will also be considered like that way. *blushing*

Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.

Yui: M- mhm…

Place: Front of Mine Entrance / 鉱山跡地入口前

Yui: L- looks like that’s the entrance.

Stallkeeper near Volcano: 一Please wait up there.

Subaru: Yeah?

Stallkeeper near Volcano: Are you going to enter there?

Subaru: If we do, then what?

Stallkeeper near Volcano: Oh, it’s nothing...if so, then you should take this.

Yui: This is...marshmallow…?

But... Why do we need this for getting inside this volcano…?

Stallkeeper near Volcano: To be honest...there’s a certain story behind this land-area.

Yui: Story…

Monologue 一

一一Thus, we’ve ended up hearing a sorrowful story about the Smaragd Volcano.

Long time ago...the resources of this volcano were so abundant that the mineral-mining was just being continued.

One day...a man who was working there fell in love with Reis who lives in the underground lake.

It was rather unusual story as Reis and Vampire to become lovers, however in order to live with Reis,

That man has deceived a vampire woman and gave her body to his beloved.

It’s because...unless Reis isn’t possessed by some person, she cannot leave that area where she was living.

But she was binded with the fate of getting erased away if she leaves that place.

Despite not for being used to that, those two were spending happy days together.

The only one thing that Reis appreciated in her life as a Vampire was...marshmallow.

...However, that happiness didn’t continued to last long.

One day, the main owner of the body that Reis had possessed over got awakened and 一一

Ended up killing the man.

Reis who was shivering in anger had killed the woman whose body she had taken over and relied on at that time…

As a result, she disappeared…

That man is wandering around the volcano to find his beloved Reis even now...

Reis’s comrades had also cherished her choices, so they also made themselves to like marshmallows...

End of Monologue

Yui: ……

(There’s such a painful story behind this volcano…)

Subaru: Hmph, overall you just mean that we’ll have to give this sweet stuff to Reis if she shows up, yeah?

It’s just a myth. How absurd....

*Subaru walks away*

Yui: Ah, wait up, Subaru kun…!

(As he said, maybe it’s just a myth but…)

Umm...sorry, but is it okay to take this marshmallow just for advancement?

Stallkeeper near Volcano: Ofcourse. I just pray that you two don’t have to face Reis.

Yui: Thank you very much.

(Aight, let’s catch up with Subaru kun then…!)

Place: 鉱山跡地 / Mining area

Yui: (Where did Subaru kun head out…?)

(I didn’t predict that he’d go so far away…)

Subaru: 一 I knew.

*Screen slightly shakes*

Yui: Wah, Subaru kun!?

I got... freaked out as you suddenly showed up…

Subaru: In anycase, it’s for you. Before coming here, you got that marshmallow, right?

I have been waiting ‘re when I thought so.

Yui: I- I see…

Subaru: Did you really believe that story to be true?

It was just a childful-trick to make you buy that for sure.

Yui: Maybe you’re right...but just in case...okay?

Subaru: ...Haah.

Well, it’s fine. Let’s start searching for the mineral.

Yui: He told us to get the mineral which has a blue-shining on it.

Subaru: Yeah, he said we can find that...if we search the bare rocks of this place.

Looks like there’s a... mining-tool just in the perfect place.

*Takes that tool*

Subaru: I’m gonna cut off this wall using this, so you better look for that mineral.

Yui: Yes, I’ll do my best...!

*After a while*

Subaru: Ah...haah...ha…

Yui: (Uh...We’ve been searching quite a lot but we’re not finding that…)

(I don’t think that we’ll be able to find that at all…)

(And also…)

*Wind blows*

Yui: (Perhaps it’s for the story of Reis we’d heard before...I’m ending up feeling a bit creepy.)

???: Hehe...ehehehe…

Yui: ...kh, who was she…?

*Wind blows more deeply*

Yui: (No one’s here…)

(Was it an illusion of my mind….? But I can sure say there’s someone here…)

Subaru: Oi, what’s wrong?

Yui: Ah...Subaru kun...I have been feeling creepy for some reason…

Subaru: ...Well, this place is bad.

Yui: Yes…

Subaru: ...We shall have a rest for once. You have something to eat, no?

Yui: Ah...yeah! On the way to come here, I bought some sandwiches.

...Here, this is your part!

Subaru: Oh...thank you.

*After a moment*

Yui: Fu...it was yummy.

(This place is creepy indeed but it’s a bit fun since it looks like a picnic…)

...I should have brought some desserts with me.

Subaru: Yeah? But we do have dessert.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: You got some at the entrance...the marshmallows.

Yui: Are you gonna eat that!? We should save it for the time if we meet Reis…

Subaru: Bah, but I told ya’ that it’s just a myth, didn’t I?

Yui: I wonder…

(Well but...it’s better to eat it instead of wasting it away by throwing…)

Wait a little…

*Checks out for the marshmallows*

Yui: Huh…

Subaru: Oi, what now?

Yui: I couldn’t see any marshmallow…

Subaru: Hmm. I think you’ve dropped it somewhere on your way?

Yui: ………

(Now...could it be Reis has taken that way…)

(If she did then it was good to buy that marshmallow following the advice of that stall keeper….)

Subaru: ...What’s wrong? Did you want to eat marshmallow so bad?

Yui: Ah...nope. It’s not that…

(Let’s not talk about it to Subaru kun….)

(Since I can’t confirm that Reis has taken that away…)

(Even if that story is true, I better not drag myself into it.)

Subaru: …? What a weirdo. Let’s go back to our work right away.

*Time skip*

Subaru: ...kh, Haahh…!

Yui: Subaru kun, you see anything…?

Subaru: Not at all...instead I’ve found some kind of extraordinary thing but,

It’s not the thing that Old-Uncle asked for…

Look, this one.

Yui: Waah, it’s such a beautiful gem.

(If I look at this at an angle then the color changes to another! Incredible…!)

(But the thing we’re aiming for is not this one…)

Subaru: ………

Yui: (He’s just keeping watching this stone he’s holding…)

Fufu...if you like it then what about taking it home as a memory?

Since it’s an unusual gem!

Subaru: O- Oh...right.

Yui: And...what should we do next…

(At this rate, even if we search it aimlessly, it will basically be pointless…)

???: Hehe...ehehehe…

Yui: ...kh…!

(This voice...is the same from before…!)

(I knew that the truth’s Reis exist….? What should we do since we don’t have marshmallows with us…)

Subaru: ...Someone’s voice.

Yui: You noticed that too...?

Subaru: Yeah. It was coming from our back right?

Yui: Yes…let’s go to the direction where the voice came from.

*After a moment*

Subaru: ...was that coming from ‘re…?

Recalling that, I had read a fairy-tale of the Lower World when I was a child…

It was written that by digging the place where a pet-dog barked, one can find treasures.

You know about that?

Yui: Eh? Y- yes...It was a common story…

Subaru: There’s a chance that….it’s gonna work for this thing too…!

...Let’s try it out by digging here.

*Digs*

...GGh….!

Yui: Ah! Look Subaru kun!! It’s this stone, right…!?

Subaru: Certainly...it’s blue exactly like that Old-Uncle said…

Yui: Waah! That’s a great relief that we find it, right!

Subaru: Haah...Jeez, finally huh…

But...it was worthwhile to work damn hard searching for it…

Yui: Right.

(Hm…? Then Reis’s voice from earlier…? Could it be that she told us the clue as thanks for giving her the marshmallow…)

Subaru: We’ve managed to get the gem safely so let’s get out.

Yui: Sure一

*Bird’s buzzing sound*

Subaru: Aah…?

Yui: This…. Sound…?

*Eagle rudely whistling sound*

Yui: Eh...Eagle…!?

Subaru: HAAAH!? Where did this shit come from!? ….No way….it’s coming this way…!

*Whistling*

Subaru: ...kh! Watch out…!!

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Are you okay!?

(Now...the eagle is after the gem that Subaru kun’s holding…?)

Subaru: Oi, oi! Could it be that it's aiming at this stone?

No way we'll handle it over after getting it with so much effort!

Let’s hurry and escape!

*After*

*Eagle whistling*

Subaru: Chhe...it’s still chasing after us!

Yui: Ah, Subaru kun! There’s a minecart over there…!

Subaru: Only option is to use that for escape huh…!

*Timeskip + Gets on minecart*

Subaru: Oi, take care of this gem.

Yui: (Let’s put it inside my pocket in such a way it won’t fall…)

Subaru: kh...mo...ve!!

*Sound*

Subaru: Aight, it started to move!

Is that giant-eagle still chasing?

*Eagle whistling*

Yui: Yes...As expected, she’s wanting to get this gem…

Subaru: Tch...fuck that old-uncle! I didn’t hear him say for such a bird to exist here…!

*Eagle whistling*

Yui: Ah…! Subaru kun, it’s no good…!

Subaru: Damn it all…! Oi, you bend downward. Don’t raise yer’ face up no matter what.

Yui: Ye- yes…

Subaru: Tch...behave yer’self! Play outta somewhere else!

*Subaru picks up a tool*

Yui: Subaru kun! Don’t overdo it that much…!

Subaru: Yeah, I know…! ….Uaaah…!?

*Punch*

Yui: Ehh…!?

(The giant-eagle has….grasped Subaru kun…!?)

Subaru: ...ghh...Oi, lemme go…!!

*Eagle whistles*

Subaru: ...gh!!

Yui: Ah…!!

Subaru: Yuiii…!!

Yui: No way...Subaru kun!?

(He is going in the ravine-bottom…!! I gotta go there to help him...but how can I…)

*Screen vibrates*

Yui: Wh- what was that now…!? Rumble in the ground…?

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Eh…!

(This minecart is going to tilt...at this rate I’m gonna fall…!?)

...kh...Kyaaa…!?

*BG turns black*

Yui: (Wh-what should I do...it’s means, before getting back my heart, I am going to…)

(......)

Subaru: 一Yui!

Yui: (Eh…?)

(My body is...floating…?)

Subaru...kun…?

It’s fine now, hold me tight!

Yui: Yes…!

Place: 洞窟 / Cave

Yui: Haah...haah…

Somehow...we’re saved…?

Subaru: Aah...looks so.

Yui: (But...which place is this? As what I’m seeing, it’s a cave though…)

...kh…

(What…!? It hurts to...breath…!)

Subaru: Tch...looks like... we rather fall right into the underground…

We gotta leave...before we get choked…!

Place: 地底湖 / Underground Lake

Subaru: Haah...Oi, you...okay?

Yui: Somehow yes…!

(There’s even a lake in the underground…)

Subaru: Oi, are you having that gem with you?

Yui: Yeah, no worries. It’s safe.

Subaru: Good...let’s get outta here then.

That’s gonna be a trouble if we get dragged into something again.

From here on…

...Don’t you ever leave my side again. We don’t know what’s gonna come up next.

Yui: Yes…!

*Screen shakes*

Subaru: ...gh, hold it. Something’s...coming…

Yui: (This sound...don’t tell me it’s the same ground-rumble again…!?)

*Water sound*

Subaru: ...Water…!?

Yui: Ah...perhaps the lake got overflowed because of that rumble in the ground…

Subaru: Fuck...one after another…!

Yui: Kyaaah!?

(I am gonna be swept away…!?)

Subaru: Oi, hold me!!

*Subaru gets closer*

Subaru: Don’t let go of this hand no matter what!

*BG black + after a moment*

Yui: (I was...saved…?)

*Fades to CG*

Yui: *coughs*.... *coughs*....

Subaru: Oi...you okay?

Yui: Ah...yes. I swallowed up water a little but, I am not having even a single injury.

I’m sure I’m okay because you protected me.

Subaru: Ha- HAAAH!? What are you saying!?

Yui: Eh...what you asked, I just said that you’ve prote一

Subaru: AAH, shut up! Don’t say anymore than this!

Damn you…

Yui: (Ah...he has turned his face the other way…)

But, really thanks to you that I was able to return back here safely.

Thank you for supporting me.

Subaru: ...kh…

…...hmph.

Yui: ...We had to deal with many things but…

It’s good that we’ve come back safely.

Subaru: It was no good...we had to face terrible things.

I’ll regret it if I deal with such things again.

Yui: Fufu...right.

*CG Fades *

Subaru: For starters...let’s get back to that old-uncle at once.

Because it’s gonna piss me off he complains that we’re late of somethin’.

...kh…

Yui: Ah, Subaru kun, are you alright…!?

Subaru: My feet got staggered a bit. Never mind.

You better don’t worry about others as you're also terribly exhausted.

Yui: Ye- yeah…

(I’m worried even if he says it…)

*After a while + BG black*

Yui: (nnh…)

Place: ホテル•モーントシュタイン客室 / Hotel • Mortstein,Guest room

Yui: (Huh...this place...where is it...it’s not the antique artist’s…? Hotel…?)

(I’ve remembered that I went to the antique art dealer with Subaru kun but…)

Subaru: Nngh...Oh shit...my body hurts…

Ah...huh, why are we in the hotel!?

Yui: (That’s good... he’s woken up too.)

Tell me, why are we right back in the hotel?

Subaru: Who knows...all I remembered is that we’ve gone to that Old-Uncle’s place…

Yui: (We’re on the same track...huh. ...Hm?)

(On the bedside table, there’s a note…)

*Yui gets that*

Subaru: What’s that? A note? Gimme that for a sec’.

『一I’ve received my required mineral safely. 』

『You’ve to be prepared for the last task on tomorrow so have a good rest today.』

『...Furthermore, I’ll throw you out in the street next time, if you fall down on my storefront.』

...He said.

Yui: Ah...that’s right...we collapsed in his store.

Shit...whom does he think we had collapsed for!?

Damn him…! That fukin’ talkative old bastard…!

Haah...I’m gonna sleep. You should sleep too. Tomorrow is the last task after all.

Yui: Yes, I will.

(Today was a really difficult day for us however...I have enjoyed it.)

一 The END of Chapter O 3

#lunatic parade subaru sakamaki chapter 3 #lunatic parade #diabolik lovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translations

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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hey girlie! so i have another prompt! i would really like your take on the avengers first few weeks/months/year together and how things changed and how they learned to really trust each other and the different, perhaps unexpected, bonds that grew! just some fun almost 2012-esque fluff uwu? (but if you made it angst, i would not complain. you do you) thank you!

Tony took one look at Fury.

“No.”

“Stark, where the hell else are they gonna go?”

“Idaho!” Tony says. “Hulk can leap a ton, he’ll get to New York in about ten minutes with all of them hanging off his back. It’ll be fine.”

Director Fury wants to use Tony’s place of residence as a way to hold the Avengers. As if Tony is just this Amazing, Fantastic Man Who Can Definitely Hold the Avengers in a Building.

He calls Pepper because he knows that they’ll show up. He needs reinforced glass and he needs to start testing just how well his coffee machine can hold up, or if he needs to build an entirely new one.

He probably needs a new one.

Rhodey, understandably, is a bit pissed.

“What, so Fury just decided ‘haha fuck you take these poor souls in’?” Rhodey asks. Tony sighs, flopping down on the couch.

“Essentially, yes. Because apparently, I have better resources to contain them.”

“Military spends over six hundred billion for their budget alone, and SHIELD really thinks you’re the only one who has resources?”

“I’m the only one sharing them,” Tony says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you think that they need healthcare? Steve might need healthcare, I’m not even sure if the serum would allow that…”

“You are not giving them healthcare, I don’t care how nice you are,” Rhodey says. “They can do it themselves since they’re ruining fruit pizza night.”

Fuck.

Clint is shouldering one duffle bag, another bag that he’s trying to keep still, and looking at Natasha, who is staring up at the garish “A” that was put back up after the fight.

“You think this’ll be fine?” Clint asks.

“No.” And just like that, Natasha walks in, like this has always been her home.

The elevator is weird. Clint’s not used to a functional elevator, and realizes that he’ll have to add arm workouts because he won’t have to pry himself from the elevator doors anymore.

He doesn’t know where the gym is. He also doesn’t know how seriously Tony takes coffee.

Steve is…well they told him that he has a room available at Stark Tower, but he’s not entirely sure that he should go.

The apartment in Brooklyn is just fine, even if the rent is too damn expensive. It’s a shoe box of a place, but as long as he can have a bed and a window he’s fine.

“You’re so sad,” Natasha says to him on the phone. He appreciates texting, but it seems that everyone thinks his poor 1940s sensibilities are still ingrained. To some aspect they are, but he also realized that looking at videos of people falling for twenty minutes is hilarious. Everyone else thinks he’s doing something else. He is not.

But he doesn’t want to move. He just got here. And he keeps talking to people who aren’t there.

(He asked Bucky if he still wanted bacon that morning.

He’s not there.)

Fury insists on it.

“You’re under SHIELD,” he says. “And besides, it’ll be good for Stark to finally have someone who’s on his…level.”

“What do you mean by that, Sir?”

“He has an ego. Needs to be taken down a few pegs.”

Steve nods. He’s not completely sure that he agrees with that. Tony flew under giant jet propellers, flew into the sky for what needed to be done. It was death, he knew that.

(Oh, he knew it a bit too well. Sent ice down his spine as a reminder for how well he knows it.)

But he grabs his things because he’s anything if not a good rule-follower, according to history.

He just leaves a bit of a mess for Fury to deal with in the form of “oh, those gosh-darn-new-fangled washing machines! I don’t know what I did. I put spaghetti sauce in the dish detergent area I thought that’s where extra food went!”

Steve knows for a damn fact that that’s not where food goes. He just likes letting them know that he’s not some “how high do I jump, Sir?” kind of guy.

He stares up at the big, ugly tower. Well…here goes nothing.

Thor was actually pretty okay with sleeping on a couch. He was not expecting a bedroom of his own, so when Tony told him?

Thor hugs him.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling. “Your kindness stretches for miles.”

“Um…you’re welcome?” Tony questions, subconsciously rubbing his own arms, as if he can’t believe that someone else hugged him.

“I have a question about human advancement,” Thor says, changing the subject. “I…you guys haven’t figured out my sort of transportation, correct?”

“I didn’t even know we could do that,” Tony says, eyes going wide. “Does it rearrange your cells? Do you have to think about it? How dangerous is it?”

Thor grins, setting down his bag and resting at the kitchen counter. He’ll be ready to talk about this for a while.

Bruce comes into the Tower as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause any huge sort of fuss.

This doesn’t matter when Tony finds him and visibly brightens. Thor is already sitting at the kitchen. He looks surprisingly domestic, just in jeans and a worn t-shirt.

“I didn’t know you went shopping,” Bruce remarked.

“Have to fit in with your mortals somehow,” Thor jokes. “Good to see you again, Doctor.”

“Just call me Bruce,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “What have you guys been talking about?”

“Interdimensional travel. Tony’s betting he can perfect it in under a year,” Thor says.

Bruce looks to Tony.

“You sure about that?”

“So long as you help me,” Tony teases.

The team being together is…awkward. Tony is not used to people living in his house, so he forgets to amend his usual…habits.

Rhodey is used to them, but currently he is overseas on a “top secret” mission. Tony knows all, because that’s the type of friend he can be. He’s sending Rhodey a postcard, addressed to the exact location. Rhodey’s superiors will be furious, unless if it’s one of the older ones.

But Tony is not used to other people being present for his breakfast shenanigans, so he’s in an old tank top that is stained with grease, and he’s humming as he’s flitting around the kitchen, turning on the coffeepot without so much as a thought.

When he turns, he sees Clint.

“You’re a morning person?” Clint asks, eyes as wide as can be.

“You are also up at six in the morning,” Tony says. “So I think that qualifies you as well.”

“Had it not been for SHIELD, neither of us get up before eleven,” Natasha says. “Like the rag you call a shirt, Stark. Suits you.”

Tony pokes out his tongue, taking a swig of coffee.

“You’re just jealous,” Tony says. “I make this look like it could be four hundred dollars.”

Clint groans.

“I’m mad that you’re right,” Clint says. “Hey, quick question. How averse are you to me using your coffeepot?”

“I’m done, go for it,” Tony says. “Thank you for asking, I appreciate it.”

Clint brings out a bag of coffee that Tony was banned from about two years ago.

Pepper does not need to know that.

“If I give you money, will you buy more of this?” Tony says, eyes wide.

“Um, yeah?” Clint says. “This is the only coffee that wakes me up in the morning.”

“Why can’t you buy it?” Natasha asks, suspicious. “Were you banned?”

“Sir was, indeed, banned from the substance,” Jarvis intercedes, smoothly. Natasha jumps a bit. “I would highly advise against buying it for him, as that would induce the wrath of Ms. Potts.”

“Spoilsport,” Tony pouts. “Clint, I will make you a custom-bow with the perfect measurements and full custom design. I would even deign to put any logo on it that you wanted.”

“So if I wanted it to be themed, you’d do it?”

“Yes.”

“Worth it. I also don’t fear death by a powerful woman, it’s in my Top Five Ways to Die list,” Clint says with a shrug.

Steve is used to living with other people. He was in the army, after all, and guys slept about three feet apart. He had thought he would see it all.

This is until he walks in to see Bruce and Natasha in a staredown, hands clasped in an arm-wrestling pose.

“What are the stakes?” Steve asks.

“There are communal strawberries on the line,” Bruce says, not blinking. “And I am going to eat them. Natasha seems to think that she will be taking them to her room.”

“Why not buy more?” Steve asks, settling into the bar with his sketchpad.

“Because that’s the route for pacifists,” Natasha answers.

“Bruce, are you not a pacifist?” Steve asks, raising eyebrows.

“Technically? Yes,” Bruce says. His arm is shaking with effort. “But when fruit is involved that tends to…ebb.”

“I’m going to leave,” Steve says slowly. “I am scared.”

He hears a thump on his way out, a curse from Natasha, and then Bruce passes by him with a huge box of strawberries, cackling maniacally as Natasha rushes after him.

Steve laughs.

Thor raises an eyebrow as Bruce launches himself into his room, shutting the door.

“Do you know what’s going on?”

“Strawberry fights. Very serious thing,” Steve asks, grinning. “Wanna take a bet on if Natasha gets in?”

“She will,” Thor answers. “But twenty bucks says she does it in ten minutes.”

“Twenty minutes for me. You’re on,” Steve counters.

Of course, it isn’t all violets and roses. Steve and Tony fight like cats and dogs, and Bruce gets short with people.

Natasha doesn’t like talking feelings, and Clint would rather launch himself off a building than deal with any sort of threat that is adulthood.

Thor…Thor is older significantly. He’s just dealing with mortal life and how quickly it goes by and the truth behind his father’s reign of Asgard.

The team, gets through it. But not without a few hard knocks.

One of the first moments of bonding as a team is due to the ever-heated-debate of pineapple.

Natasha, Tony, Bruce, and Thor are on the side of “acceptable.”

Clint and Steve are on the side of “simply terrible and the absolute worst.”

Steve comes up to bat first with the line of “I ate war rations that were better than this shit.”

Bruce has nothing to add other than “my self-esteem directly correlates to pineapple on pizza.”

“I don’t know what that means, but! I think if we put pineapple on pizza then you guys can’t argue when I make my food.”

“You think putting cheese-sticks instead of shredded cheese on pizza is acceptable,” Tony says. “I have trust issues because of that. They didn’t even melt right!”

“I thought you were all about admitting to mistakes, Mr. Sorry-I-Accused-the-Whole-Team-of-Stealing-My-Kiwi-When-it-was-Rhodey,” Clint teases.

“Speaking of, what is Rhodey’s opinion on this?” Steve asks. “I bet he hates pineapple!”

“We are not bringing him into this,” Tony says quickly.

“I’m calling him,” Clint says.

“How do you have his number?”

“I’m Hawkeye. I see all.”

“You couldn’t even see the name of ‘Bruce Banner’ on top of my Murtabak.”

“How am I expected to read that shitty doctor language? Anyways, you should be grateful that I ate it because my toes curled because of the spice.”

“You can’t handle the spice!”

“You’re right!”

From there, it dissolves into giggles and laughs.

Tony orders pizza, and they all sit around the common room, debating over what is the least acceptable topping (other than pineapple in some settings).

They end up debating over sardines next, which Steve says “aren’t the worst.”

Natasha says broccoli, which is agree upon. Broccoli should not go on pizza.

Steve draws a little picture of Clint and Tony arguing, complete with gesticulating hands and the little t-shirt details of Clint.

Thor hangs it up on the fridge.

“This is now where we hang accomplishments,” Thor says gravely. “I saw it in a show. Do people actually do that here?”

“Don’t ask me,” Steve says. “I just got a fridge this century. Didn’t have one growing up. Too poor in the Depression.”

“I can’t believe you and me both lived in a Depression,” Bruce says thoughtfully.

“Bruce, you were born in the–” Steve stops for a moment. “Oh. Now that’s a neat joke.”

Bruce snorts.

The fridge is stacked with sticky notes that are usually petty in nature, although Tony allows his good stationary to be used for good accomplishments.

The Petty Messages are as Follows:

Bruce managed to share blueberries with Natasha and not bitch about it the whole duration. Incredible. -Nat.

Thor actually didn’t monopolize the aux cord and play his super shitty playlist that is full of bad 2000s music. -Tony

Tony withstood the whole duration of American Classic “Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls” and only winced once. -Thor.

Steve managed to be tolerable for more than three hours. -Bruce

Clint is a Good Guy Who Deserves Good Things -Natasha

Even though she wrote that drunk she’s right lmao -Clint

The Excellent Messages are as Follows:

Tony actually opened up and told us what was bothering him so we could address it! -Clint and Bruce

Thor helped Natasha with her furniture and helped us calm down from IKEA instructions. -Steve

Bruce kicked the government’s ass. -Everyone on the team plus Maria and Fury

Steve tried to roller skate and provided wholesome content when he was gripping the wall but also bonded with the team. -Natasha

Clint baked cookies!!!!!!!!! And didn’t burn the tower down!!!!! -Tony

Rhodey finally let us make fruit pizza and shared his music playlists. -Thor

Natasha helped with group therapy today and opened up. It was amazing and I love her so much for that. -Bruce

The team grows closer, due to many reasons. But most of all, it is because they kept trying, which is very important. Even when they wanted to rip their hair out and they said the wrong things, they were still there and circling back around to make an apology.

So when they’re out for battle, they don’t worry if someone won’t have their back. Hulk will be there with outstretched palm, Iron Man will be there with a quick joke and open arms, Black Widow will be there with deadly skill. Hawkeye will be there with the most accurate aim in the world, Thor will be there with thunderous force, and Captain America will have a shield and protection.

But Bruce will be there when they need a joke and calm reassurance. Tony will be there to share his endless affection and touch. Natasha will be there with sound logic, a smile, and soft sweaters. Thor will be there with stories of old, energetic reassurance, and a strong and reliant personality. Steve will be there with art and words that go unsaid but not unheard.

That, perhaps, is the most important.

#LLLLLOOOOOOONNNNGGGGG #tony stark #rhodey #ironhusbands #ish #avengers as a family #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor #steve rogers #clint barton #iron man #black widow #captain america #hawkeye #hulk #anyways yes they BOND and are GOOD together #lovelyirony writes #tsatkes is a godsend

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rabble-dabble · 4 years ago

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The Cancer King's Court ~ The Holy Prince

Eridan Ampora/The Holy Prince

This Eridan is, in fact, the Eridan from our timeline.

After his death at the hands of Kanaya, Eridan mopes around the dreambubbles in a self loathing haze. Without Feferi or Karkat around to try and keep him afloat, Eridan is left to wallow in his own pathetic self pity. He takes every excuse to dive deeper into his own self loathing. Alternate versions of himself who have it better than him just go to show what a fuck-up he is, and those that don’t just reinforce his image of how miserable his life is.

He eventually runs into the Cancer King, who is absolutely pissed to see him. Karkat verbally tears Eridan to shreads, lambasting him for continually burying himself in his own self pity.

“you’re right, kar. god, you’re alwways right. i really am just a-”

“DON’T YOU FINISH THAT FUCKING SENTENCE, ERIDAN AMPORA. WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, YES, THAT IS IN FACT, WHAT YOU ARE. AN ASSHOLE, A DOUCH CANOE, A RAGING BIGOTED VOLCANO OF BULLSHIT. THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU CAN’T BE ASSED TO BE ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT.”

“I’M WILLING TO BET THAT YOU’VE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE AFTERLIFE WALLOWING IN SELF LOATHING, HAVEN’T YOU? IT’S ALL YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE. IF YOU CAN’T MAKE YOURSELF SOMEONE ELSE’S PROBLEM, THEN YOU’LL JUST SINK INTO A HOLE UNTIL YOU CAN THROW YOUR PROBLEMS ON SOMEONE ELSE’S SHOULDERS. YOU’RE A PARASITE. YOU FED OFF FEFERI, YOU FED OFF ME, AND NOW YOU’RE STARVING BECAUSE NO ONE’S LEFT TO DEAL WITH YOUR BULLSHIT.”

“YOU COULD’VE MADE AN EFFORT, EVEN A SINGLE ATTEMPT, TO FIX YOURSELF UP AT ANY TIME YOU WANTED. I’VE MET PEOPLE WHO WERE ASSBAGS, WHO WERE JUST AS BIG OF SHIT STAINS AS YOU WERE AT ONE POINT, WHO HAVE BECOME BETTER PEOPLE. I’VE MET A VERSION OF VRISKA WHO TRIED TO CLEAN UP HER LIFE. FUCKING. VRISKA.”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, ERIDAN. YOU’RE A TERRIBLE PERSON. YOU’VE NEVER EVEN TRIED TO BE ANYTHING ELSE.”

Eridan stares silently. Karkat sighs and leaves.

Eridan wanders the Dreambubbles some more, Karkat’s lines repeating in his head. At first, it’s just another ember in his smouldering fire of self-loathing, but he can’t keep himself from chewing on it a bit more. Eridan’s conflicted thoughts come to a head when he meets himself from the New Timeline.

The Eridan from this timeline sold out his friends to The Condescension. He’s the reason she rose to power. And everything she’s done is on his shoulders.

When Eridan confronts his alternate self, he starts spewing all the same excuses that Eridan himself has used before. He didn’t have a choice, it’s his duty as royal blood, what did you expect him to do? When pressed, his alternate self admits to regretting what he did.

So, Eridan asks why he hasn’t tried to fix it yet? He’s a Grand Admiral in the Condescension’s navy. He has plenty of resources. He could easily fund the rebellion, work as a spy, plot some assassinations. He could try to fix this. Alternate Eridan refuses.

He’s always been the bad guy. Why pretend he could be anything else?

Eridan leaves in disgust. Karkat’s words finally sink in.

Even when given every reason in the world to change, Eridan couldn’t be bothered. Well, that ends today.

So, Eridan sets out to make amends. He visits the dreams of players still doing their sessions and gives them advice. He gives them hope, listens to their problems, helps them reach God-Tier and guides them away from the mistakes he made. He isn’t very good at it. Not initially. He finds himself listening to them as much as they listen to him. But, still, he grows. And, in doing so, he saves several sessions from the brink of disaster.

Eventually, Eridan meets Feferi. His Feferi.

The two awkwardly catch up, dancing around the obvious. They compare notes on the Dreambubbles and Eridan explains what he’s been up too.

Eridan bursts the bubble first. He asks her if she can forgive him.

…Feferi looks forlorn, devistated even, as she confesses that she doesn’t think she can.

Eridan quietly accepts this as he leaves.

He’s moping to himself in a memory of his old hive when the Pirate Queen knocks on his door. She comforts him and they try to make light of what terrible people they were. Again, they dance around the issue a bit, even humoring a bit of roleplay for old times sake, before they finally talk about the main issue.

Eridan laments how much it hurts to not be forgiven. Vriska can relate, but only to an extent. “I can live with Tavros not forgiving me, 8ut I don’t know where I’d 8e without Terezi. That sounds a 8it closer to what you’re going through.”

Vriska offers that, sense he’s making amends, maybe he could join the King’s Court.

Eridan turns her down. He wants to make amends on his own terms first.

So, Eridan gathers all the Players he’s helped and unties them against his alternate self. Playing on the flaws he knows his alternate self has, Eridan orchestrates his downfall, proving to himself that he’s outgrown the pathetic leech he once was. Eridan sees his new friends off with pride, inspiring them to join the Rebellion and fight fir the freedom of the Multiverse.

With that done, Eridan tracks down the Cancer King.

“i'vve wwon back my honor. noww i wwant to wwin back my friend.”

Eridan is the King’s commander in chief against the forces of Her Imperious Condescension. He intends to undo the damage done by his alternate self and win back Karkat’s friendship in one foul swoop. Like Vriska, his opponents tend to underestimate him. They expect the same arrogant manchild he used to be, which he uses to catch them off guard. In fact, his effectiveness was so great, that it took Karkat awhile to realize that he wasn’t God-Tier and was, in fact, still dead. Karkat rectified the issue soon after, but it’s a testament to how far he’s come.

Eridan spends most of his time with Vriska. The two of them forming something of a support group about being “the reformed bad guys” of the group. It never quite reaches the outright moirail levels that she has with Terezi though.

Gamzee holds him in considerably high regard for doing such a 180. It’s the reason he gave him and Vriska such lofty titles. Rose speculates if that has something to do with Gamzee’s unwillingness to face his own issues, but that’s for another day.

Like Aradia, Eridan never forgets the weight of what they’re doing. In fact, he refuses to associate with the ‘sacrifice’ side of the Court’s buisness. He understands the necessity of it, but he’s a reformed man. He can’t bring himself to sink back down there.

For a similar reason, he tries to let anyone know that he's The Holy Prince. He can’t stand to think about what the Players might say if they knew what their mentor was a part of.

Still, Eridan makes a point of befriending those he dismissed. He shares hunting stories with the Purrdator, he relates to the Bard’s loneliness. He even buries the hatchet with Sollux.

Eridan trusts in Terezi to keep Karkat on the straight and narrow, but he still worries about him. Eridan knows exactly what it’s like to bury yourself in your flaws. Luckily, he tends to inspire Karkat to be more merciful just by his example. The King even took the time to learn some of Eridan’s favorite board games.

In the end, The Holy Prince is a loyal man who holds himself to a high moral standard. A competent commander and a friend to all his students. Eridan Ampora is someone Karkat is proud to call his friend.

god I love that you just submitted this because I SCREAMED when I saw it.

also????? eridan being a source of advice for KARKAT????? YES PLEASE

anyways you said figure and I went OF ANGELS??? because hell yeah I'm gonna incorporate more aspect stuff. also eridan being a voice of reason is concerning and funny at the same time. i respect that you had vriska relate to him but even then like she has terezi which is SUCH a valid point!!!! eridan has to get there for a LONNNNNNNGGGG while but I'm actually glad that he’s working towards being better seeing he always had that potential but never took it.

#homestuck #eridan ampora #the holy prince #karkat vantas #sollux captor #aradia medigo #vriska serket #feferi peixes #the red death #the pirate queen #cancer king karkat #au #doodleart #submission #anon #evil john anon #jjhfjrjrhjrbrbrnjrrm

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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years ago

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Face Heel Turn || Morgan & Ben

TIMING: Current

LOCATION: UMWC

PARTIES: @professorbcampbell & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Morgan and Ben face an unpleasant problem on campus and make a run for their lives.

(art credit @professorbcampbell)

With a sigh, Ben removed his glasses and slipped them into the soft travel case that he then tucked away into his attache case. Meetings. While he was sure that many of his colleagues despised such events, Ben had always thrived in them. There was nothing quite like watching the interdepartmental politics at work and he enjoyed giving the invisible strings that wrapped around his peers a gentle nudge from time to time. One of the other professors approached him, asking if he wanted to go for drinks with the others. “Ah, no thank you,” He said with a polite shake of his head, “I was hoping to talk to David- chair duties and all.” Ben gave a regretful smile before stepping to the side. To his great annoyance, Ben caught sight of David making a quick exit from the room, escaping one Morgan Beck. Of course it was her. She was the mousy looking thorn in his otherwise pristine working life. “Morgan!” He said with a hearty smile, “Wonderful to see you.”

Morgan didn’t need to have real magic to work her will. Lots of pagans didn’t have a mainline to the universe and did just fine. She could too. She could. And if her will was getting a real contract with real responsibilities, something worthy of settling into for a few years, maybe until she stopped being able to convince people about her age, then she would take any opportunity the universe presented to her to make it happen. Sometimes that opportunity was cornering the dean of the liberal arts and social sciences college after a meeting.

Unfortunately, the dean wasn’t having any of it.

“Not now,” he mumbled, sliding past her.

“I just noticed three deceased faculty from my department in the obituaries, sir, and rather than waste university resources looking across the country, it be to everyone’s credit to promote from within and--”

“Not now, girl.” He shook his head. “Building codes.”

It took Morgan several seconds to process what she’d heard, and another to decide that, no, she was not going to respond politely. But that time was more than enough for the dean to get away. Worse, it was time enough for Ben Campbell to get in her way. She fought herself not to sneer openly at him. “Hi, Ben,” she managed, her cheer thin and shrill. “Great seminar today, right? Just love those PD review sessions. Keeps it fresh!” She shouldered him out of her way, scampering out the room and toward the dean’s office as she said, “Woops! So sorry, Ben. But I really need to catch David for something.” And maybe consider reversing her new policy on violence. “So sorry! Tootles!” Surely, she thought, Ben would hate her enough to not try and follow.

It had been amusing, at the very least, to see the Dean completely brush of Beck. Ben didn’t let any emotion show on his face, pretending instead to be focused on trying to see where David went. But on the inside, he couldn’t help the smug, triumphant gloating wash over him. Served her right, for getting ideas beyond her position. She should keep her nose down, like any good adjunct would. Work hard, don’t bother people who clearly couldn’t give a shit about you, and make relationships. And the only relationships she’d made, as far as Ben could tell, were negative ones. Pathetic. “Oh yes, PD review, absolutely riveting.” He said with a good natured nod. Grunting as she shouldered him with more force than he would have expected out of such a tiny woman, Ben’s eyes followed her as she headed for the door. “Ah, you’re trying to talk to David as well? Wonderful, so am I. Co-chair duties. Quite a lot of work, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it.” Ben said with a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “What,” Exactly, “are you asking him about?”

Politeness kept Morgan from sprinting down the hall to the dean’s office, but determination kept her pace brisk and steady. “Oh, co-chair duties, of course. I bet you have lots to discuss and get approved. But so much of our paperwork is digital, right? I’m sure David would appreciate it so much more if you sent him a solid email with bullet points.” She walked a little faster. “I just need a few minutes with him alone to make a proposal for the english department. Plans for next semester, staffing, the usual problems this university seems to be facing. I’m sure you’ve got a hot date or somewhere else you’d rather be.” She skidded to the door and grabbed the handle. “But it was so nice running into you!” If she said it loud enough, he’d get the idea and leave, right?

Eyes narrowing as Morgan moved past him, Ben sucked in a breath and forced his face into a smile. Walking after her, his own long strides more than keeping up with her shorter ones, Ben shook his head. “I wish it was so simple. We’re meeting about recruitment for the prospective graduate students to the college. I need to hammer out some of the finer details with him that an email simply wouldn’t cover.” He said with a long suffering sigh. As Morgan explained what she was going after, Ben’s eyebrow arched. What exactly was Bitchy Beck up to? Staffing… they’d had quite a few deaths in the department-- nothing related to him, of course. But there had been some unexpected openings. With a laugh, Ben shook his head, “No dates for me, I’m a bit too busy for that.” As she pulled open the door, he followed quickly behind her. There was no way he was letting Morgan monopolize David’s time. “I’m sure Dave can pencil both of us in.”

“Aw, no someone special?” Morgan said, barely bothering to put on a guise of sympathy on her words. “That’s so sad. You should really do something about that, Ben. I mean, unless you’re aro in which case, friend dates are still a thing! In a place like this, you could die alone tomorrow.” And sometimes she wished he would. “And that would just be kinda sad and tragic, right?” She twisted the handle and swung open the door onto the dean, or who she thought was the dean, fumbling to open the window, not realizing it was sealed. This would have been enough to make her freeze in the doorway on its own, but by the desk, another dean writhed on the floor and clawed at the smooth fleshy plane that was once his face. The secretary was next to him, the skin around her sealed, lipless mouth already turning blue.

“Uh…” Morgan edged back until she stepped on Ben’s toes.

The dean who was not the dean whipped his head around to look at them. He opened his mouth.

The corner of his lips quirking with barely concealed irritation, Ben hurried after the woman. How could such a tiny thing be so quick? “No, no, not aromantic. Or asexual. I’m a very average American man, just with a busier than average work schedule. But, I might try to see someone, who knows.” He said, remembering that the Nichol’s woman had mentioned knowing Beck when she’d dropped by for that post lecture disaster. Just as he was about to mention that he was very interested in getting to know Erin better and, oh, did she happen to know her? What a coincidence, what a wonderful coincidence indeed--Morgan had already pulled open the door to the dean’s office without even the slightest decency to knock. And he was startled to see a pair of bodies writhing on the floor, their faces smooth, fleshy masks.

“Good Lord!” Ben swore, raising his arms instinctively to defend himself as the decidedly not-dean stood and screamed at them. The human lips split like seams and Ben could have sworn he saw circular rows of teeth lining the thing’s throat as it bellowed. His hands clasped over his ears at the harsh shriek and he stumbled backwards, not in fear but in pain. He’d seen demons do far worse than this, he’d done far worse than this himself. But, he was only human, after all. And without a weapon at his disposal, he could hardly do anything to protect himself. And, as irritating as Beck was, it wouldn’t do to explain how she’d been murdered as well. “Let’s get out of here!” He said, grabbing her by the shoulder and tugging her to the door as the dean moved with jerky, alien movements across the office towards them.

Several things happened at once before Morgan’s eyes: a very bright dangerous-looking something spewed out of Not-the-dean’s mouth and landed on the door next to her head, Ben pulled her away, and her confusion and panic erupted into a scream. She didn’t fight Ben. Not-the-dean had leapt to an open chair, landing on all fours and his toothy, four lipped mouth spread open again.

She started to run with Ben, but from the galloping thumps behind them, she could tell it was gaining. “Fucking fuck,” she hissed. She pulled back on Ben’s arm and made a sharp turn down the nearest hall. “You’re too slow!” Then again, so were her pumps. Morgan stopped long enough to kick them off, which so happened to be enough time for Not-the-dean to come bounding down the hall. He stopped just shy of the turn Morgan made and swiveled his head.

“If I carry you, are you gonna be a baby about it?” She asked.

The dean leapt for them, apparently determined. No time to find out. “Hold on tight, spider monkey,” she said. Then she swept her arm under his legs and went off with him.

The way the imposter’s face opened into a disgusting, peeling-apart mouth was enough to convince Ben that they needed to go post-haste, immediately, now. Scrambling out of the room, he sprinted down the hallway as quickly as he could and was startled to see Morgan was keeping pace with him? What? How could she possibly do that-- he wasn’t that old. But this tiny little thing was running alongside him, barely even winded from the effort. Turning an unexpectedly tight corner, the combination of his momentum and his considerable frame had him smacking into the side of the wall. Meanwhile, he could hear the loping sound of the creature echoing behind them.

“Carry me? I’m nearly 200--” Ben started but before he could finish his sentence, Morgan had already grabbed hold of him and was lifting him off the ground. And then, she began to run. Instinctively, Ben clung to her shoulders tightly, not wanting to fall off the woman’s thin frame. Gritting his teeth in irritation, he muttered, “Twilight? Really?” under his breath as Morgan sprinted his way through the hallways. As thoroughly emasculating as it was, to be packmuled out of danger by Beck of all people, there was a silver lining. Morgan had revealed herself to him. She was distinctly not human-- what breed of that, he had no idea-- but she was… unfortunately, a part of the true world.

Morgan managed to laugh wryly as she ran. “Got a problem with that, Bella?” Just a few more feet. It would be easier out in the open, right? Not-the-Dean thundered behind them, galloping the way no person should be able to. The air hissed, and Morgan heard something sizzling on her back and bubbling splatter on the wall beside her.

“Was that acid?” She wasn’t sure why she was alarmed. It wouldn’t do anything to her that couldn’t immediately be undone. But who liked getting acid thrown at them anyway? And there was still Ben in her arms, even if wiping away his face might be an improvement to his character. “Maybe duck your head!” They were almost out the hall. “And brace for impact!” If he was so tough, he shouldn’t mind her blasting through the double doors. Once outside they could split up, or double back and have it lose their trail that way.

Morgan barreled through the doors and into the purple evening, still running, until she crashed into the bike rack and fell over, dropping Ben and sprawling onto the ground.

“Yes.” Ben grunted emphatically, as he was jostled on the woman’s back rather roughly as they ran through the corridors. What the ever loving fuck was happening? What the hell was Morgan? Definitively not human, not human in the slightest. Unless she was moonlighting as some kind of bodybuilder or pro wrestler or something, but that seemed doubtful. But, he couldn’t dwell on this for very long as something hot, wet, and bubbling splashed against the wall next to them. Chancing a glance over, his face went pale as he saw bits of exposed concrete peeking through spots where acid had already begun to chew through the structure.

“Acid. Yes, yes, that was acid-- run faster, Beck!” He yelled, holding on tightly to the small woman’s shoulders. Twisting his head, he watched as the thing behind them was still hot in pursuit, barrelling after them on all fours. “What?” He asked, before turning back just in time to duck, though the crossbar of the door still caught the back of his head. He was seeing stars as Morgan barrelled out into the quad and spilled out on the ground when she slammed into the bike rack. Stunned, barely able to see, and head splitting with pain, Ben blindly scrambled backwards, wanting to put as much distance between him and the creature as possible.

For one terrible second, Morgan stayed on the ground. Too fast and she might be seen, identified for what she was, or else frighten Ben into telling enough people about her that she found herself hunted in her office one day. Too slow and it wouldn’t matter because Not-the-Dean and his acid was going to eat her. Ben was already moving beside her, getting up and far the fuck away. That was as good enough of a cue as any. Morgan jumped to her feet and kept running, past Ben and toward the nearest building. As she passed him she called, “You’re welcome! Don’t die!” Then she kept running, into the music building, then architecture, in and out praying that just this once the universe would bend her way and that she hadn’t been seen and she wasn’t a good enough target to be worth pursuing anyway. When she finally made it inside her car, she let herself take a beat and scan the horizon for signs of...whatever the hell she’d just seen. But it could look like anything, couldn’t it? One of the teenagers ambling toward the parking lot, the janitor pushing their cart into the next building, the MBAs strolling out in their suits. And she hadn’t even looked back, had she? Was Ben still alive? And what about the students, playing frisbee in the sunset and coming in for their late night classes and-- Morgan let her head hit the steering wheel and sighed. Too late to tie up loose ends now. She needed to go home, be grateful, and not think too hard about how bad she didn’t feel about Ben Campbell maybe losing his face.

Blinking the spots from his vision, Ben picked himself up to run from the creature that was still pursuing them-- him, he realized. Because as he was turning to dash away, he watched as Morgan scrambled past him, shouting such incredibly insightful advice as she left. Bitchy fucking Beck was going to leave him to die-- or worse, have his face ripped off and masqueraded around on some disgusting creature. “Lord!” He swore as he ran across the quad, his tie whipping behind him as he sprinted away. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yanking open the nearest building’s door, he fumbled to pull his lanyard from his pocket, his staff keycard in hand. The top floors here were barred to relevant staff and he had access, he could go up there. Running towards the staircase, Ben chanced a glance behind him and saw that the creature had shoved open the doors of the building. A fresh spray of acid was shot his direction and he let out a yelp before slipping into the staircase.

Taking the steps three at a time, Ben hurried up the spiraling staircase and waved his keycard frantically at the heavy metal door. Green lights flashed over the electronic lock and he threw himself inside, slamming the door behind him. Sore, tired, and breathing hard, Ben slumped against the door and listened for the creature. He could hear it tearing through the stairwell, screeching and raging as it ran. But, it didn’t seem to know where he was. And he was fine with that. As the monster’s screeches faded, Ben was at last able to relax and reflect on just what exactly had happened. His mind was putting together all the pieces, forming a very hazy, very concerning picture.

About three things, Ben was absolutely positive. First, Morgan wasn’t human. Second, there was a part of her, and he wasn’t sure how large this part of her was, that was fine with him being dead. And third, he unconditionally, irrevocably hated her.

#heel face turn #wr ben #wr chatzy #wr ben chatzy

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moodysnowflake · 4 years ago

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Let’s rant about - Fugou Keiji

This is the most disorganized post I could possibly write. Nice. Spoiler alert guys, if you’re not caught up to episode 5 of Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited.

I did warn you.

When I recognized the armored limo, I thought ‘It makes sort of sense, ‘cause since he’s not driving the Cadillac, and he’s traveling with the President, he’s automatically in a life-threatening situation as well.’ We can all argue that his car might not be armored, but come on… I bet my tonsil (they are extremely useful organs if you have still functioning ones)that the Cadillac has to; you just don’t stroll around in a vehicle equipped with military level stuff in it and don’t have it disaster-proofed. And speaking about military…we might finally have some clue, or it is better to say a clearer lead, on the Kambe family business: security and/or military related. He provided the president with freakin HMMWV - High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle, a.k.a. Humvee - vehicles and other special protection equipment. That might explain why there doesn’t seem to be a damn bottom in his wallet, nor limits his power can’t overcome. Well, until now, but I’m gonna rant about it later. It makes sense, ‘cause this area is way more lucrative than any other. Stark Industries and the Yard division of Wayne Enterprises showed us as much, right? I scrunched up my face when Daisuke said “I’m simply here as proxy for my grandmother.” I connected the dot ‘Oh, so that’s why he was looking so cold/pensive (laughing fit because my stupid brain made the connection between pensive and Purple Hyacinth [if you don’t know this webcomic, please check it out on Webtoon, it’s a good story]) with the news at the beginning of the episode. Granny Kambe was sick or something, so she might have persuaded him into going.’ I still don’t get why Haru didn’t know, but I’m sure Daisuke had his reasons… I also thought that Daisuke is not the only one available, right? What about best girl Suzue? Daisuke is not exactly a people person, but what do we know, maybe she was going to go and Daisuke got in the way to not have her have to deal with nasty issues.

What I was definitely not see coming was Daisuke’s “No. There will not be a day where I succeed as head of the family.”

My plot bunny had a seizure right then and there. Daisuke? Sir? I replayed it again and again, and I was struck by a new idea every time I did, and his cold-blooded tone, robotic aseptic expression didn’t help in the least. He’s impassive while he speaks, he’s emotionless. And that’s terrifying. It’s a horrible display, at least for me, because episode 4 showed us he cares, he’s capable of feeling emotions, and pretty strong ones too.

I need to focus on this because I think it’s important; everybody saw episode 4 as it was the most randomic, epic fujo-bait episode ever. Welp, sorry for disrupting the rose-tinted dream, but no. I mean, yes it was, but it wasn’t as well. I’ll try to elaborate, because I think that episode shouldn’t be discarded as just another episode. I think Fugou Keiji is very similar to Id:Invaded in this respect: nothing is thrown there by chance, nothing happens without a purpose, everything has a meaning. This is an one core show, with 11 episodes scheduled, which a pretty odd number, and if the story is meant to end in 11 episode (which I think it is), that means you can’t fuck around with filler episodes. [If you haven’t seen Id:Invaded, you should give it a chance. It’s rated R-17, so please proceed with caution. I mean it; it’s not just a very physically violent show. There are shades of ‘Dead Dove: Do Not Eat’ level shit in there.]

The progression might feel a bit fast to an old school, at least 2 core, 25+ episodes trained anime watcher like me, but as long as it’s organic, that’s totally fine. Episode 1 introduced our MC, said us ‘look, there’s this angry fluff boi, which is called Katou Haru, ad there’s this dripping ice-cold asshole boi called Kambe Daisuke: Shenanigans ensures.’ From episode 2, evolution started, as it should have. We needed to reach the end of the episode to see it, but we got it; when Haru roughs Daisuke up, we expected for him to have no reaction, and many may think that’s what happened, but I think that’s not the case. I think Daisuke was seriously ruminating about Haru’s overreaction, and his look was a deep thinking one. He’s not an impassive robot anymore. Episode 3 cemented it, showing us am astounding variety of emotions effectively coming out: he’s annoyed (glare shoot while Haru’s running him mouth, blabbering about being a good senpai), angry (Haru snitching him, then having to formally thank and ask for guidance), tired (sighing at Haru, stuck dangling by the pole), salty (”Are you working hard, Inspector Katou?” [Can we blame him? Haru snitched him out, then the next day he had to hear from Kamei that he needed backup. I still think that he might have been waiting for him outside the station from the beginning, and just got confirmation from Kamei. Which made him, obviously, even saltier.], “This is precisely the moment I would like some coaching.”). Also, incredibly trusting and perceptive; he’s watching Haru like a hawk, giving him access to HEUSC (which he didn’t have to, but he thought he had to give him a chance), helping getting into the Shinkansen (he gave his mask to Haru, either because he knew the smoke used was not really harmful, or because he trained to hold his breath long enough to get himself out of its range), giving him his gun and - last but not least - getting himself between Haru and a gun. Granted, all of his suits have to be bulletproof - you cannot make me think otherwise -, but if you get shot, it still hurts as fuck, and you can get bruised, or even slightly crack a rib if the shot is close enough. So yeah, it wouldn’t have been pleasant. What’s the purpose of episode 4 then, except for fangirls to drool over it? Hands out, I’m not insulting the category, I’m gonna speak about it later, so put that on hold and don’t chew me for the time being. Like everybody perceived, episode 4 served other various purposes. Like the metaphors of dog: Daisuke is kind of a 27-years old puppy, because he can’t survive in the outside world without help. He can use rocket grapples, breach police communications, erase data from the internet, use a torch to melt a windshield, fire a rocket launched and Karma only knows what else, but he can’t do groceries to save his life, nor cut a potato without almost chopping his fingers off [insert Cloud’s pouting “I’m doing my best…” icon here]. He’s snarky, but soft (to Haru, the kids (ep3 and ep4 ones), and Suzue). He’s spoiled, but open-minded (he appreciate convenience store ramen, he values Haru’s cooking over pre-packed food). He’s cautious, but yields if he feels (reasonably) reassured (You think the kid is good? Fine by me, I’m gonna help. You think he’s not gonna shoot? Fair enough, I believe you. You need HEUSC to snoop up something to prove he’s okay? Just ask it. You think I don’t need a band-aid and lick the cut? Bit weird, but okay.). Like a dog, he can behead you with a bite, but if he trusts you, you can belly rub him to death. Episode 3 was Daisuke’s “I’ve got your back.” as well as episode 4 was Haru’s “I’ve got yours too.” This is what episode 4 is too: it’s Haru having Daisuke’s back. It’s Haru having patience and understanding, after Daisuke giving him his absolute trust and resources. Unlimited. They started sensing each other out from episode 1. With not really good results at the beginning, but it’s an understandable situation. Think from each other’s perspective: Haru’s a experienced police officer, who has Daisuke crashing into his life with very unorthodox methods and no chills, throwing money around without a second thought, pretentious and disrespectful. It’s almost physiological for him to try to deck him down at first glance. From Daisuke’s point of view, he might not know better, he’s socially awkward, civilian life interaction none existent. But most of all, we don’t know why he chose MCPD, nor how was he trained. Heck we have come clues, but not guarantees until we hear it from his mouth.

Yeah, I’m talking about you, Nakamura Chosuke, from that weird-ass look you gave each other in episode 2 coming out of the interrogation rooms, from the fact that in the OP you’re standing still while the rest of the team is moving forward and only Daisuke is going the opposite way towards you, from the fact that you might know way more than we may be comfortable with. You and Daisuke know each other, or at least know what’s up, and we’re gonna find out. Preferably soon, without having one of you dying. Please.

Daisuke needs to test the waters, to see who can be trusted and who can’t; it is very likely that he’s a pretty serious issue, something which he need someone to trust his life with. That, and also that his ‘training’ might have made him ‘somewhat selfish’, sometimes too cold, too unresponsive for his own good. But watch my words, he might be like this sometimes, because reasons, but he’s always on his toes, and he’s always listening. He listened to Haru while he ranted at him in episode 2, he listened to Haru while he asked him for help in episode 3, he listened to Haru while he herded him around in episode 4. Episode 4 served to provide Daisuke an alternative. It was not just about a tantrum. Story-wise, it gives Daisuke a space in which he feels safe, a zone his Kambe life can’t break into, as long as he doesn’t want it to reach him. Or at least, this is what he perceives.

Like someone said, when he’s saying that he’s not gonna inherit the Kambe Group, he’s talking with an indifferent, apathetic look. Mechanical, stolid, like when he talks with Kikuko. It’s the exact same face. Precisely. He doesn’t feel, he doesn’t react, if not prodded. Either because: 1. He really doesn’t want: he’s not a violent person, he doesn’t enjoy hurting others. He could just pay his way out of a murder, if he wanted to. He never acts to kill or harm. It makes sense that he wouldn’t want to be the heir of such a vicious empire. At least from what we know until now… 2. He’s been prevented or not supposed to: he might want to do it, but it might not be possible, because he might not be the designed one (OP’s women?), or be who we think he is. Maybe he really is ‘Shiro’s brother’, a replacement for someone else.

In both cases, it makes sense that he’s not granted access to weaponry/military information. It would also make sense to keep them from him in order to kill him. This leads into episode 5. He might have been trapped in Kikuko’s place, and grandma Kambe might not have anything to do with it, but at this moment everything could be possible. That being said, HEUSC confirmed Daisuke - and revealed us - that he’s disposable, a spare paw that can be disposed of at any given time, without concern nor regrets; he very well might have known this all along. He looks (really) slightly troubled to have to prod HEUSC for information about the bomb, because the AI butler is actually not interacting that much. And…Daisuke is like…going to die in the next 4 minutes? And Suzue is not coming? And that SHOULD be a problem, right? Daisuke dying SHOULD be in the ‘NO GOOD’ list in HEUSC programming. HEUSC SHOULD be trying its hardest to help him. Right? Daisuke is of course maintaining his collected cool, but surely the other two doofuses yapping around aren’t helping him. Put it with HEUSC not being helpful, it’s understandable for him to snap at it, asking for blueprints and directions. Because he was expecting them from the very beginning… When HEUSC answers come, he’s not shocked. We saw him alarmed, that’s not how his scared face looks like. He just seems disappointed, a hopeless realization, borderline frustrated, like he’s thinking “Is it? This is really the truth, they’re letting me die here”. Then he morphs into some sort of cold resolution, like “Bitch no, I’m not gonna kick the bucket without trying.” When I heard we were dealing with VX gas I said ‘Welp, someone really wants to be sure you dead, Mr. President.’

As some of you might be wondering, what is Daisuke doing? Why is he flooding the bathroom? Why is he drowning his jacket? The bomb is a gas one, and VX, also known as sarin gas, is one the deadliest chemical ever created. Basically what it does is shutting down your neurotransmissions, which means no impulse flowing, which stops every brain function and muscle in your body. Heart and diaphramm included, so no blood circulating and no oxigen.Not good. 10mg can kill a man. So, what they said in the episode is not fantasy, guys. That’s really bad juju. If it gets onto your skin (but for the love of Karma, I hope you’ll never have to experience it), you have to get it off as fast as you can washing and with a binding powder. In the meantime, you have two(three actually) guys to keep working: heart and lungs. As long as they run, there’s hope. Therefore, inject atropin every 10-15 minutes until resolution (to keep your heart galloping as fast as it can), pralidoxime (to actively compete with the substrate the gas attacks and help your diaphram and lungs not to stop) and diazepam (for the rest of your muscles not to tear themselves apart because of the other two compounds trying to save your life but not doing a really great job at keeping everything else in check). If you inhale that shit without atropin within arm’s reach, you have less than 2/3 minutes.

That’s why Daisuke unceremoniously tackles Haru out of the way.

So, why the jacket? Simply enough, soaking it, he creates a sort of barrier, or to be more specific, a medium (water) in which the gas is going to be trapped into before being released into the air. In the first seconds,the molecules produced by the canisters will be dissolved into the water, effectively trapping the gas withing the fabric of the jacket, as long as the water saturates. After that, if the gas continues to go, there would be a point were there’s gonna be too much of it in the water, and some of it will start to escape into the air. It takes time, depending on the pressure applied and the amount of water that the fabric can hold. That’s why Daisuke is keeping the jacket under the sink until the very last moment; the more water clinging, the better chances to survive. Even if, like the guard said, it’s not gonna work for long. I’m still not really sure why he’s going for the punch tho. He loosens the bow and the shirt to likely be able to pull it over his face just in case, since he is the one IN FRONT of the fucking bomb. The only option I can think of is that he’s trying to break the pump (and possibly bend a tube); VX is liquid at room temperature, so as long as you don’t inflate the canister and vaporize it into the air, you’re not in immediate danger. He’s hoping so hard for this to work, because he doesn’t want to die, as opposed of what he might have been thinking up until now. Because now, contrarily to what he said us in the very first line of episode 1, the boredom is gone. Now he has something to fight for (a truth he’s looking for) and someone to care of.

Yes, he might have not-so-gently wacked Haru away, but he was also pretty sure not be able to see the Sun again. He lost his composure and almost yelled at Haru for help. We can see that Haru doesn’t argue further, he immediately gets that something’s dangerous is going on, because if it makes Daisuke worry, that’s definitely not good. How can we be sure it’s gonna work? As they were being lead into the room, the guard explained that that was a NBC proof room: Nuclear Biological Chemical proof room. Which means it can withstand a nuclear blast, radiations, biological agents (viruses, bacteria, molds, other nasty living beings, organically poisonous compounds) and chemical agents (inorganic gases, hazardous solutions like strong acids or bases, explosives, corrosives etc…) because it’s airtight and has its own air and water independent reservoirs and systems. NOTHING can get in. Which also means that NOTHING can get out. Therefore, even if the gas is released, it’s contained.

For all the previously said things, that’s the reason Daisuke looks sad, discouraged and tired when he’s standing outside the embassy, with his hands in his pocket, his shoulder almost sagging down, the circle under his eyes darker than they have ever been. Because yes, you might not have noticed it but he always had those, except from ONE time, specifically one morning. I’ll let you guess which one… Then he snaps out of it hearing Suzue’s voice, probably not to worry her. Yes, I think that Suzue might be a watchdog, to make sure Daisuke fulfill his role and gets him out of trouble when he can’t, help him when he needs, but I think that as soon as he will be marked as not useful anymore, she might meet the same fate. She grew attached, she cares. Best girl might not even know it, and if she knows, she’s definitely doing her best to help him as much as she can. We all love you so much Suzue. Please don’t die. Please please please.

Episode 5 is the catalyst. Now Daisuke can’t trust anything anymore. He might not have done it in the first place, but now everything got shattered. If HEUSC has not authorized him, it means the AI butler is also monitoring the access. Which means Daisuke is gonna be under surveillance (or at least, stricter than it already was).

If episode 4 didn’t happen, Daisuke will be dead, or almost drowning in desperation, because he would have no one to turn to, no safe place to go to. We know this is not the case. We know Haru can help. Daisuke might not be a fan of this, and it might take a bit for him to put himself back together and explain, but we know it’s gonna happen. We know Haru is gonna listen, and he’s very much gonna want to help him. Now Daisuke knows it too, because he experienced it. We also know that Daisuke listens to Haur’s words, so I’m sure he remembers even Haru’s druk rambling about being a hero and a civil servant, and he’s gonna pull that out at some point. He might get something mixed up, since he was a bit fazed, but not enough not to flinch at Haru’s questioning… even if he wormed into the bathtub to sleep XD Best of all, he’s not even fazed by it. He just open his eyes and wakes up. Also, he sits by the table SLOUCHING. Kambe Daisuke. Slouching. In the morning. I love him so much. Haru taking care of him all the freaking way, feeding him and teaching him the ways of the peasant’s world. I love him just as much. Daisuke listens and processes; when Haru says him that, even if there’s almost no chance to find Shiro, he says that he’s gonna try regardless. Daisuke responds with “I see.”. Which means ‘You’ll keep trying, so I should do that as well.’ This is Japan guys. Read the air. There’s as much stuff unsaid that said.

A question is Kikuko then: is she best grandma or are we dealing with another Aizen situation (I made you strong so I could have a decent challenge)?

Nakamura Chosuke, Sir, you need to start singing soon…

Now, I have a very strong fear: in the OP, there’s the same scene repeating itself: at the beginning with Haru, Daisuke and Shizue in a room, then Haru is not there anymore. I’m still recovering from Banana Fish, and I watched it while it was airing…

Last thing, before I forget. About fangirls. You might have guessed, by the amount of word vomit I garbled over, that I am one as well. Everybody can react to the story as they want. I squeaked like a hamster too when I saw Daisuke wearing the ‘boyfriend outfit’, when he winced when he cut himself and licked his cut, when he waited for Haru to start eating before doing it himself, when he praised him for the cooking, when he understood why he replaced Shiro, when he lent him the money to return home, when he smiled to Hattori and Suzue, and when he used Haru’s natto recipes. I’m here for the ride as much as you are. I’m here for the fluff we’re obviously not gonna get. I’m here for a whipped Daisuke, wrapped around Haru’s finger, screaming in pain because of the loss, pleading to save the detective and take him instead. I’m here for the fall from grace, I’m here for him realizing he’s been living a beautiful nightmare, that justice is more than meets the eyes, that there’s so much more that he can be. I’m here for him realizing all of this with Haru being taken away, triggerim him into madness.

The wind exists even if you can’t see it.

#fugou keji #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #daisuke kambe #katou haru #nakamura chosuke #suzue kambe #kikuko kambe #hattori #heusc #fugou keiji bul #fugou keiji spoilers #let's see where this goes #i have faith #daisuke kanbe #because people seriously didn't question subs even if there was a gigantic KAMBE written on that goddamned plane #fugou keiji episode 5 #fugou keiji episode 4

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Love Me Anyway - Tyler Seguin - Part 6

Word Count: 4576

POV: Changes, starts as reader and switches to Tyler

Warnings: Soft, fluffy piece. I always say language because I think I swear in every single piece I write..haha

Notes: Here’s the next installment of this series. This piece is totally fluffy, at least in my opinion. Happy Reading!

READER POV:

You still couldn’t believe that you were walking hand in hand with Tyler Seguin. You two were taking a short stroll to the dog park by his house. Tyler had a small bag with water for the two of you and the dogs; as well as some toys for the dogs to play with. You two were chatting about nothing of consequence on the way.

Once you got to the park Tyler let the dogs off their leashes. The dogs ran free a bit while you got them some toys out to play with. You had been playing a game of fetch with the dogs for a while when Tyler asked, “so did you get a chance to look at your schedule for the week?”

“Yeah, I’ll be in Denver on Tuesday and Wednesday; quite possibly Thursday if things don’t go well. Though I’m hoping that doesn’t happen. But I’ve got nothing on my calendar for Friday.” You were in human resources and had to travel to go over a new package plan the company was looking at taking on.

You thought you saw a frown of disappointment on Tyler’s face; but then he said, “well Friday it is then. This time I’m planning the date.”

“Great. Just please tell me there will be wine. I know I’m gonna need it after this trip.”

Tyler chuckled. “I think I can arrange that. So, will you get to see any of Denver when you’re there?”

“I doubt it. It will probably be meetings and seminars during the day, maybe dinner at night. I’m not one hundred percent sure. These things are usually boring, but I’m hoping by going it will lead to a promotion. One of our VPs just stepped down a month ago. They still haven’t filled the job, but my boss told me I’m definitely up for it.”

“Wow, that’s awesome (Y/N). You must really love your work.”

“Yeah, I like it well enough. The people are great and the pay is better. If I get this promotion, I may look at buying a bigger house and think about getting my own one of these,” you stated gesturing to the dogs.

“It’s funny you talk about buying a house. There’s this one I’ve had my eye on for a while. I heard it’s going on the market soon. I was thinking about moving myself.”

“Seriously! Your house is gorgeous. Most people would kill for a house like that.” You couldn’t believe he would even consider moving, but considering the type of money, he was making it probably wasn’t that big of a deal to him. You knew he had just signed a big contract to stay in Dallas for a while, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford his current house and a new one.

“Well, I’ve wanted this one for a long time, it just wasn’t available. It has a huge yard for these guys to run around in,” Tyler said motioning to the dogs. “But hey, if I do move. I know of a great house you could buy.”

You laughed, “I said I was possibly getting a promotion not winning the lottery.”

“Hey, I’d give you a good deal.” Tyler winked at you. “Gerry, no! Stop digging.” While you two were talking Gerry wandered off and started digging a hole to China. Marshall and Cash stayed by you. They looked a little parched, so you dug in the bag Tyler had brought and got the water and bowls out for them. Tyler finally got Gerry wrangled back to where you guys were. “I swear this dog is gonna be the death of me,” he muttered.

You had Gerry’s bowl with water and bent down to give it to him. “You’re not bad, are you, Gerry. Your just in your toddler phase and need lots of attention.”

Tyler sat down on the park bench, patting the seat beside him for you to sit down. “Hey, I almost forgot to ask you this. Jamie would’ve killed me,” you furrowed your brow at him. Wondering what Jamie had to do with this. “He asked me if I could get him the number of your friend Becca.”

“Really? They would be so cute together,” you exclaimed. “But wait, he’s not just….you know, just looking for a quick lay or something.” Tyler busted out laughing. You hit him playfully in the shoulder. “Stop it’s not funny. I need to have my friend’s back.”

Once his laughter was under control he finally said, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the fact you think Chubbs would be looking for a one-nighter. If you knew him like I did, he’s the last guy that would do that.”

“Oh well in that case, sure I’ll give it to you.” You took out your phone and messaged Tyler, Becca’s contact information. “Tell him, he better treat her good or I’ll be after him.”

“He will or I’ll kick his ass myself.”

You reached over, touching Tyler’s cheek and brought his lips to yours for a kiss. You didn’t intend for it to get so passionate, especially in public; but what started as something innocent soon turned into something heated. You moaned into his mouth as Tyler took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside. His hands traveled down your ribcage and slowly moved under your shirt. That’s when you regained your senses and remembered you were on a public park bench; and that anyone could see you two. You moved your hand down to his, stopping him and slowing down the kiss.

“Sorry,” Tyler whispered. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

“It’s just….” you waved your hand out; trying to point out where the two of you were.

“Yeah, I know. You make me forget everything when I’m around you.”

“Mmmm. I know what you mean,” you agreed. You reached over and grabbed a ball that the dogs had abandon. You needed a little space after that heated interaction with Tyler. You had just meant to give him a small kiss, thanking him for being so sweet about your friend, but the next thing you knew; you two were in a full-on make-out session. What was it about Tyler that had you throwing all your rules about dating out the window? You never went out with a guy twice in a row when you first met them, let alone see them three days in a row. You always gave yourself some time to process things. You never let yourself get carried away in public like this. Hell, you’d dated Kyle for a couple of years and you rarely held hands when you were in public. As much as you were regretting this work trip; you thought you needed it. Maybe it would give you some time to cool off. You wanted to make sure that this was more than just a sexual attraction between you too. The last two nights had been amazing and Tyler was being everything you wanted in a man and so much more; or was it just a game he played to get women in bed. You didn’t think so. You thought everything about him was genuine and you’d already made a mistake the first night in prejudging him. Gerry came up to you then, bringing you out of your thoughts. You tossed the ball for him to go get. Tyler came up behind you then.

He must have sensed where your thoughts were taking you. His chin relaxed on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. “Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, maybe you should tell him your fears. You always said communication was key in any relationship. Not saying that you and Tyler were in a relationship at the moment. You took a deep breath, slowly turning in his arms.

“Can we just talk for a minute? You know,” motioning between you two. “About this,” you sighed.

Tyler got a worried expression on his face. You ran your hands up and down his arms trying to reassure him and maybe yourself in some way. “Sure, you wanna head back to my place first? I think the guys are all played out.” You noticed Gerry had dropped the ball at your feet and was just laying over by Cash and Marshall.

“Yeah, that would be good.” You were relieved to have the little respite of a walk back to gather your thoughts. The walk back was pretty much silent; you still held Tyler’s hand, but you could tell he was just as nervous as you were. The more you thought about things the more you knew that you just needed reassurance from him. That you weren’t just some fly by night girl that he took a fancy to; but how did you say that to him without offending him? You walked into the house behind Tyler, where he took the leashes off the dogs; you just sort of standing behind him.

“You want a drink,” he asked.

“Water would be great.” He grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge, took your hand and led you to the sofa.

Where did you start? You took a deep breath and got ready to just tell him all the things going on in your head. Tyler stopped you before you could even start. “Before you say anything, can I just say something first.” You nodded for him to continue. “I like you (Y/N), I like you a lot. From the moment you walked in that club, I never looked at you as someone who was just; what did you say that night…oh yeah, a one-night stand. I knew there was more between us, and I want that. I really do. Look I know you’re scared and so am I. I’m scared that my fucking reputation is going make you run. I can’t change what I did in the past, but what I want, what I’m trying to do is show you I’m not that guy. I admit I got a little carried away earlier, but damn woman you make me forget my own name when I kiss you.” You smiled at that. This was exactly what you needed to hear. You were getting ready to tell him exactly that but he kept going, taking your hand in his. “I know this is moving really fast. I mean we’ve only officially been on one date, but I’m not going to lie. I just want to spend more time with you. Like all the time. I’m bummed I can’t see you for another five days, but you can bet your sweet ass…and it’s one sweet ass…I’m going to be calling, texting and facetime you every day until then. I just need you to know, I’m not going anywhere and we can move at whatever speed you want. Ok, now you go.” He said that last part in a rush almost like he was afraid of what you would say and if he didn’t tell you to go ahead, he’d lose his nerve.

He was looking down at your entwined hands. You started moving your thumb back and forth across his knuckles. “I like you a lot too, Tyler.” He looked up at you and smiled then. “And you’re right, I am scared. That kiss scared the shit out of me; because at that moment, I forgot where we were; that we were in the middle of a damn park making out like we were sixteen. And well I’m afraid too, that I could just wake up some morning and you not have any interest in me at all.” He opened his mouth to say something then but you held your hand up. “You’re Tyler Seguin, and yes I know your reputation and that’s why I blew you off at first. But I can see now that we both want the same thing. I’m not gonna lie to you though and tell you I’m one hundred percent comfortable. Because there is this small part of me that thinks you’ll go out some night and some other girl is going to turn your head her way and this will all be over. And right now, I like this; you, me, the dogs. It just all feels right.”

He did speak then, “It’s not going to happen (Y/N). No one is going to turn my head away from you. But I have the same doubts, you know. Don’t you get how beautiful you are? I watched you in the club before I bumped into you. Guys were circling around you, just begging you to look their way. I have the same fear as you. That some guy is just going to come and sweep you off your feet before I even get the chance to show what it can be like between us.” He ran his fingers through his hair then, clearly nervous; either about telling you his feelings or thinking about you being with someone else.

“The only guy I want is sitting right in front of me. I don’t want to slow down Tyler. I like where this is going; so, I guess we both need to start trusting each other to make this thing work.”

He looked you in the eyes, “I can do that if you can.”

“I can too.” His head leaned down to capture your lips in a devastatingly sweet kiss. It was one full of promises and you finally let yourself go. Willing him to feel all the hopes that you had for the two of you. He scooped you up and set you on his lap as the kiss got more intense. This time when Tyler’s hands began to roam under your shirt you didn’t stop him. His hand sliding up to caress your breasts over your bra. You moaned into his mouth while his hands rubbed across your nipples. He started raining kisses down your neck and you arched your back to give him greater access. Everything he was doing felt so good, but you needed to touch him, feel his skin on your hands. So, you gathered his shirt and let your hands explore. This time it was his turn to moan, but when he did Gerry barked. Causing you to look over and see the dogs staring at you two. You both busted out laughing. “Looks like we have an audience,” you blushed as you leaned your head down on Tyler’s shoulder.

“Gerry, you and I are going to have a serious talk about not cockblocking me,” Tyler chided the dog. You giggled at that; while Gerry just looked happily at Tyler. “They probably are waiting for dinner. I normally feed them now.” He said looking at the time.

“Well I should probably be heading home anyway,” you told him.

“Stay, just a little longer. We can order a pizza or something.”

You really should head home. You had work in the morning, but a couple hours wouldn’t hurt. “Ok,” you agreed.

Tyler took out his phone and you two ordered a pizza. You were about to slide off his lap so he could feed the dogs, but he tightened his grip on you. “Wait, I need to do one more thing.” He turned the camera of his phone on and held his arm out. “I need a pic of us,” he stated. You tilted your head to his and smiled.

“Can you send me that,” you asked.

“Already done.”

TYLER’S POV

You couldn’t believe you had just tried to feel up (Y/N) in public. God, you just lost your head around her at times. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind as she got off the bench. You wanted so much more with her, yet here you were trying to take advantage in a public place. When she told you, she wanted to talk your heart sank. You had this overwhelming feeling that she was going to tell you she didn’t want to see you again. You needed time to think; which thankfully she agreed to talk at your house. The walk home gave you a chance to gather your thoughts. You were just going to lay it all out there. You were never good at communicating your feelings, but there was too much at stake this time to not.

She let you speak first. You were so nervous that you’d say the wrong thing. You couldn’t look at her until she finally spoke. But when her first words were, “I like you a lot too, Tyler,” you released the breath you’d been holding and looked up and smiled at her. She voiced her concerns about you finding someone better than her. You couldn’t really believe that she would even consider that. Did she not know how amazing she was? You’d just told Jamie this morning that she was your dream girl, and she truly was. If anyone needed to be concerned it was you. (Y/N) was smart and witty and dropped dead gorgeous. She probably had a line of men just waiting to ask her out. You were just a dumb jock, that used to take home whatever bimbo you could find to ease the loneliness. It was you who had to worry that she’d wise up one day and leave you for someone more worthy of her. But until then, you were going to show her how much she meant to you; if she’d let you.

You were relieved when she finally told you the only guy, she wanted was you; and that she didn’t want to go any slower. It wasn’t a surprise that when you kissed it got heated really quick. Having her here in your house just felt right and you were sure things were going to go farther until Gerry cut things short. That was twice in one day. You and Gerry were going to have it out when (Y/N) left.

(Y/N) agreed to stay, so you guys ordered a pizza. When you had your phone out you came to the realization that you needed a picture of her, since she was going to be gone for the next week. So, you quickly snapped a picture and sent it off to her as well. You got up and fed the dogs while you waited for the delivery guy. “Want some wine,” you asked (Y/N). She agreed and you told her to pick something out of the wine fridge.

You poured a couple glass of the cabernet she picked and the two of you went back to the couch. “So, what’s your schedule this week,” (Y/N) asked you.

“Pretty much practice and working out. Getting ready for training camp next week.”

“Do you just stay here for that or ….” She gestured with her hand.

“This year it’s in Boise for some ungodly reason. Probably afraid we’ll all get up to no good if we go someplace worthwhile.”

“So, you’re gone next week and I’m gone this week. We make a great pair.” She chuckled.

“Oh, but we have all this coming weekend though. Don’t make any plans,” you told her.

“You have my undivided attention,” she said with a wink.

The doorbell rang, signaling the pizza was here. You jumped up, the dogs barking behind you and answered the door. When you came back (Y/N) was in the kitchen searching the cupboards for plates. She found them and brought two down. “Where do you take the dogs when you leave for that long,” She asked casually.

“I have a dog sitter that comes in a couple times a day when I’m out on long road trips or sometimes a friend will come in and stay with them. Just depends. This time they have a sitter coming in.”

“Oh well if you ever need me to watch them, I’d be happy too. They’re such good boys. Aren’t ya guys.”

“That would be great. Maybe I’ll have you stop in while I’m gone.” You two continued the conversation talking about random stuff. When you finished the pizza, you asked her to stay and watch a movie with you. You still weren’t ready for her to leave you for the week.

“Ok but nothing like three hours long,” she agreed.

You turned on Netflix, scanning through the movies. Learning that she’d watch anything but horror. You weren’t much of a horror movie fan yourself but if it meant she would curl up in your arms; you’d turn that damn movie ‘It’ on that you’d heard so much about. You settled on Million Dollar Baby. As you were sitting on the couch next to her, you put your arm around her; having her lean her body against you. Her hand was resting on your thigh and you had to focus on the movie instead of thinking about where you really wanted that hand to be. Cash had plopped down by your feet, with Marshall and Gerry finding spots on the sofa. You wished you could capture this moment because right now this was everything you wanted your life to be. You leaned down and placed a kiss on (Y/N)’s head and she snuggled deeper into you. You had everything you wanted and needed right here. The only thing that could make it better is if she didn’t have to leave. But you weren’t going to think about that now. You were just going to enjoy this moment, and think about all the ones that were to come.

Her head was resting on your chest and you could feel her body relaxing more and more. You let yourself get comfortable as well. Your mind not really paying attention to the movie. You were thinking about the beauty in your arms and how lucky you were to see her that night in the club. Your eyes got heavy and you let them drift close. You’re not sure what startled you, but the next thing you knew your eyes popped open to find the movie over. (Y/N) was asleep in your arms, a small smile on her lips. You glanced down at your watch to find it was almost two in the morning. Shit, (Y/N) had work in the morning. You didn’t want to wake her, but you knew she’d be frantic if she woke up later on. “(Y/N),” you whispered. When she didn’t stir you gave her a little squeeze. “Hey babe, you gotta wake up. It’s almost two.” Her heavy lids slowly opened. Her smile growing wider as she saw your face.

“Mmmmm what did you say,” she asked sleepily.

“It’s almost two in the morning. Not that I want you to leave but you did say you have work tomorrow.”

She jumped out of your arms, scaring Marshall in the process. “Shit!” she whispered. “I must have fallen asleep.” She was scrambling out of the couch, looking around realizing fully where she was now.

You stretched your arms out, yawning in the process. “Yeah, we both did.”

She looked back at you then, smiling. “I really gotta go.” You stood up knowing what she was saying was true but still wishing that you had more time with her. She popped up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she promised as she turned to grab her stuff and leave.

You weren’t having any of it. You grabbed her waist and pulled her back against you. “That’s not how you say goodbye to your boyfriend when you leave him for a week.” You whispered into her ear.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you could tell your use of the term had her intrigued.

“Yep,” you answered, your hands rubbing up and down her back.

“So, how exactly am I supposed to then,” she queried.

“Like this,” you said as your lips found hers. She opened immediately to you. Sweeping her tongue in to dance with yours. It went on for a long time like that, your mouths exploring each other; neither one of you wanting it to end. She finally broke the kiss, both of you breathing harshly.

“I really do have to go,” (Y/N) said again.

“Are you ok to drive home,” concern laced your voice.

Smiling up at you she responded, “Yes, I’m good to drive. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you replied honestly, with that she slinked out of your arms; grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

She called you the next night as she was packing for her trip. “Are you sure you don’t need to me to come over and help,” you half teased her.

“I have to be at the airport at five a.m. or maybe I’d say yes to that.”

“Who’s taking you to the airport? I usually get up around then to work out, I could take you,” you offered.

“Thanks, but Jim is picking me up.”

“Who’s Jim?”

“Just a guy I work with. He’s going to Denver as well.” You felt a twinge of jealousy. (Y/N) had never mentioned this Jim guy before. Was he good looking? Better yet, what were his feelings towards (Y/N). You had so many questions reeling inside your head, but you weren’t sure how to ask them. This was all kinds of new to you; you weren’t used to being this jealous. Your silence must have prompted her to add, “don’t worry he’s married with kids, and like as old as my dad.”

“I wasn’t worried,” you quickly answered back. That was a lie, but you were relieved that this Jim character wasn’t going to be hitting on your girl.

“I’m gonna put you on speaker,” she told you. “just gotta grab a few more things and I’ll be good to go.”

“How was work today,” you asked.

“Pretty good, I just tried to get everything caught up before leaving. I hate walking back into the office with a million things still piled on my desk. Oh, by the way, I mentioned to Becca that I gave you her number to give to Jamie. But I also told her that you guys had training camp so it might be a while before he calls. I didn’t want to get her hopes up and then have him not call her or something.”

“I’m sure he will at some point, but he can be rather slow when it comes to women. I’m usually his wingman, but he’s gotta fly solo from now on. Not sure if you heard, but I’m off the market,” you teased.

(Y/N) giggled. “Mmhmm, I had heard something like that. Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

The conversation continued for about an hour, before (Y/N) finally said. “Well, I should get going. I want to grab a quick shower tonight.” God, what you wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her.

“Yeah, ok; I get it. Kick me to the curb.”

“Oh, stop,” she laughed. “You know I would stay on the phone all night with you if I could.”

“I know. Text me when you land so I know you got there ok.”

“Ok, I will. Talk to you soon.” She said and made a kissing noise into the phone.

You reciprocated with one of your own. “Bye babe. Be safe.” With that, you hung up the phone and headed to bed yourself. These next few days were going to be endless, knowing you couldn’t see or touch her.

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queensdivas · 5 years ago

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Hidden Blade Chapter 2

Did this all on a plane and a little bit today! Now that I’m done I plan on working on even more shit. Like my god has this winter break been busy af. But I hope you enjoy the new chapter because it was a little longer than I wanted it to be.

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Masterlist

Have you actually ever watched an episode of Leave it to Beaver? What even is that show? I get watching like Little House on the Prairie, M*A*S*H (God I love Mash) and even I Love Lucy. But it feels like this dude one loves his family shows. Don’t really see why but who the heck else knows in this crazy world.

I walked into one of the trailers to see a very large English Mastiff come from around one of the shelves to start sniffing me. Slobbering all over my legs since wearing shorts instead of jeans or some sort of Eddie Bauer travel pants.

“That’s Wally. Careful his slobber goes everywhere.” Four was flipping through a pile of passports as I looked at the wall that was covered with pictures, news articles, and maps. It kind of reminds you of that meme where the dude looks completely insane while trying to explain something. I sat down on one of the desk chairs that was empty as I noticed Leave it to Beaver was playing.

“Did he get you hooked into it as well?” I leaned back as I noticed a large file that had Murat Alimov with a big red CIA stamp on it. Juicy!

“So how come the people of Turgistan hasn’t revolted against the dick hole in charge?” Four asked as I opened the file to see his picture.

“They need someone to get behind in order to start the revolution. Ya know. Someone to get behind. The French got behind Maximilien Robespierre, the people in South America had Simon Bolivar, and the list goes on and on. So without someone to properly lead them, what’s the point of starting a revolution when you don’t have someone to lead.” I began skimming through his file to see that THE STUPID AMERICANS GAVE HIM BACK TO HIS BROTHER!? Never let them do anything!!

“So how did one find you?” He asked as I closed the file then threw it on the desk.

“Ummmm. God it was really weird and very ummm..perfect timing I should say.” Wally came over to put his head on my thighs as I began scratching the top of his head.

“I travelled to Ahmedabad after the Assassination in South Sudan where I planned on shutting down a board of nasty men who were shipping child brides all over the world. Yet something that I have a nasty habit of is trying to put on shoes way bigger than mine!”

“ALI RUN YOUR ASS!” Screaming as I turned the corner that was leading towards the great hall of the palace. Ali came behind as guns began shooting at us from the top of the stairs. The front doors burst open as I darted to the left.

Ali followed swiftly behind me as we slid into one of the living rooms to duck behind a couch. I released my mag to see I had eight rounds left, and we have to battle an entire palace full of guards! At Least the board is dead so that stops this nasty shit in this house!

“Ali! There’s a drop through the dining room that leads into the river!” I yelled over the gunfire as he checked his mag to count his bullets.

“I got six! I’ll keep you covered!” He popped his head up to shoot one of them coming into the room. I popped up to shoot another guard as more came through the front door. God damn it we’re screwed!

“You get your ass out of here now!” Ali screamed as I crawled over to where he was bunkered down and handed him the rest of my mags.

“You follow me alright!” Grabbing a bottle of scotch then ripping apart of the sofa for the rag. I stuffed it, shook the bottle then pulled my lighter out of my pocket. I lit it then chucked it over to the middle of the great hall.

“GO GO GO!” I yelled as we got up from behind the couch towards the window. He smashed the glass as I stuck my head out to see the drop. Jesus Christ that’s a little too high. Fuck fuck!

I climbed up onto the window ledge as I was about to jump as Ali began climbing up but was stabbed in his back.

“SHIT ALI!” With his last bit of energy he pushed me off the ledge.

Sitting in my apartment as I stared at the picture of Ali and I during our weekend trip to El Arish. The one time I think it;s okay to work with a partner we end up becoming best friends and he gets stabbed in the back! Don’t worry I’m not one of those people who are like “I work alone since everyone I’ve loved has died!” Usually it’s too much work to have a partner or some sort of companion when it comes to this kind of work.

Someone lightly knocked on my door as I pulled out my dagger to slowly approach the door. Fuck fuck who knows I live here? Looking through the peephole to see some GAP looking guy standing right infront of the door. Swinging the door open as it scared him a little bit till he held up his arms towards me.

“Relax Machete. If I wanted to hurt you I wouldn’t have knocked on your door would I?” That’s what most people thought in the seventies and look how many people died because they thought this was...as I opened the door for this stranger.

“I promise I’m not here to hurt you or anything. May I come in?” I can handle myself I think so if he tries something I’ll kick his ass. I lowered my dagger a little bit to move out of the way for him. He came into my apartment to look around in my little hole in the wall.

“Cozy.” I followed him on the other side of the room.

“Good idea. Keeping a safe distance from me. Which is why I’ve been looking at your field work. What you did in South Sudan and recently in Jordan. Quite impressed that they haven’t tracked you down yet.” He stared at the large replica painting of The Virgin on the rocks.

“Love some Da Vinci paintings.” He acts like a much calmer Deadpool, also not as sarcastic as him.

“So. Who are you? A rich person looking for security, I’m not a hitman so I’m not going to kill someone for ya. Drink?” I made it to the liquor shelf as I grabbed the bottle of Shieldaig Speyside.

“No thank you.” He walked away from the painting then over to my original Pierre Mignard. See when you shut down a nasty group of people, I wanted this picture of some random women. I stood away from him still as he turned around, I took a sip of the drink as I waited for him to explain himself.

“I get the feeling you enjoy killing those who want to cause harm onto the innocent. You wanna know what I see in you? I see someone who's willing to do some crazy shit in order to save the world. I mean you just jumped out of palace after destroying a child marriage cult. What if I could give you an endless amount of resources, even more targets, and more hands?” Definitely some better resources would be nice. But there is always some sort of catch in this situation.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for. Someone who isn’t afraid to truly get their hands dirty to save the world.” I do enjoy saving little parts of the world.

“Now imagine taking down even bigger ass holes of the world.” Am I finally going after all of North Korea? God I really wanna destroy that pig with all my mighty!

“So what’s the catch exactly?”

“You’ll be dead and can’t ever see your loved ones again.” Well jokes on this dude, haven’t seen my family in years and they probably thought I was dead anyhow so this works perfectly!

“I’m in. Don’t worry about my family because they think I’m dead anyhow.” I walked over to him to shake his hand.

“How the fuck he found you is still bizarre. Still have no idea how he found me in the middle of a robbery.” Wally began walking away as I put my feet on the desk. Now I’m super curious how he met the rest of them now since he ended up stalking me.

“How did he find you?”

He began telling me how the robbery he was apart of turned into a shit hole of a plan for his ex girlfriend to basically take the jewels instead of saving him. Doesn’t surprise me in the slightest because hoes be loyal. His eyes...are just so damn enticing. The way the sun brightens them reminds you the top of a forest. A very endless forest before you. That little scar next to his eye is just very nice to look at as well. Kind of weird but I enjoy it. Does he have knuckle tattoos? (For the record I am listening, it’s called multitasking.)

“Jesus he set you in a saw trap?” He reached into the mini fridge for two bottles of water since the sun was warming up the trailer like a sauna at this point.

“Yet here you are getting a calm welcome when I thought the guy was going to blow off my fucking face.” He slid the water across the desk as I cracked it open. Wally and his drool began sniffing the water bottle as I tried to drink it.

“But he did save my life after the fall so that’s the only good thing that happened that day.” He chugged some of his water as I nodded in agreement.

“Wally. Wanna get my soldiers out and have a battle.” Beaver asked Wally as The next episode of leave it to beaver began playing so I turned my focus towards the tv.

“Nah.” Wally told Beaver. Four turned up the TV as I noticed a box of Cheez-its next to the desk. I’ve heard these things very good for most American snack food.

“Four we’ve scored!” I yelled as I began opening the box of Cheez-its. Back to the show. We watched as Wally and his friends were tackling each other with Beaver stuck underneath them all.

“Poor Beaver. Such a sweet little kid.” I stuffed a bunch of cheez-its in my mouth then passed four the box.

“One is completely obsessed with this show, he makes all these references for it all the time. I think he’s an orphan actually, we got a little bet on it if you wanna put some money in.” Now that I think about it, I can totally see one being some sort of orphan or in the system.

“Forty dollars.” I reached in my pocket to pull out my wallet, grabbing a couple of fives handing it to him. I know we should be working on finding his brother, or doing some sort of work but this is much more fun.

“Wait they’re gonna charge Beaver three dollars just to join their club? I get that hanging out with little siblings can always be some sort of bother but wow what ass holes. Imagine being that cruel.” I commented as I threw a Cheez-it at Wally's friends after the tv.

“Man. A time when your six year old son could talk to a random stranger asking on how to make money.” Four and I chuckled as Beaver came walking out of the garage with his “this space for rent sign” on him. I mean he’s trying harder than most people in this world so I have to give him credit where it’s due.

“You two done? C’mon. Three thinks he onto something.” Five stuck her head into the trailer as Wally walked away from me as he kept to box of cheez-its with him.

We walked into the trailer as three was listening very closely to a phone conversation as one and seven were talking to each other. I get the feeling that shit is about to go down if three finds the location of the four generals.

“His top General knows the location of him so once they leave Turgistan for something, we go after them and figure out where the brother is.” One told seven as I began looking at the four pictures of the fuckers themselves.

“You ever met people like them?” One asked as I kept staring at their pictures. Four handed me a box of Cheez-its.

“I mean all monsters of humanity are usually either fat, old, or a man. Hell even all three for some massive destruction if history says anything. Or they have weird facial hair like Stalin or Hitler. Except for Elizabeth Bathory because that bitch was truly...

“Guys. Shut the fuck up.” Three barked as his face went from focused to ecstatic in a matter of seconds.

“AH we’re going to Vegas baby!” Three laughed as he put their conversation on speaker.

“This arms dealer will be meeting you at the speedway track around two for the deal.” God this is disgusting. Instead of trying to make our country a better place, go to Vegas to fuck some slut, spend your money, and to add on top of that get some dangerous chemicals so we can kill more people. Love it!

“Las Vegas has more facial recognition software than any place on Earth.” One began telling two and three as I began turning down the volume of their conversations.

“Oh I know what I’m gonna be!” Get this sinking feeling he loves dressing up.

“Choose your disguises wisely.” Disguises? I have to dress up? If they think I’m going to wear a pencil dress, twelve inch heels, and a face full of makeup I will leave right now!

“I’m a grown man, I can handle my shit.”

“I don’t think that’s how the expression goes, don’t handle your shit. Flush it down the toilet like a grown-ass man. Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear. Me, two, and three are going to figure out where on earth they’re hiding his brother. Eight and four I want you two to intercept the gas, destroy it all, find the supplier and eliminate him. Sounds easy enough?” Yes. Going into Las Vegas, finding a bunch of illegal gas, destroy it, and be home by five. Definitely easy.

“Just one question. How do you even destroy Sarin gas? Look I’m a pretty smart lady but destroying gas is something I’ve yet to achieve in my life one.”

“Here. Study this before we leave for Vegas. Ya got 24 hours to nail it.” He slid a book across the table.

How to Disable Sarin Gas Bombs for Dummies.

Written by a Genius.

Handwritten and in a bright green binder. Glad to know we make handcrafted things in this squad. I opened the binder as it showed a step by step on how to disarm them. Kind of like when you’re building a lego set. Except instead of joy you get when you’re trying to build a spaceship, you end up pissing your pants because one fatal mistake and we die!

“Love the homemade touch one. Very professional and doesn’t make me want to shit my pants in absolute fear.” I picked it up as we began dispersing.

“I’m just gonna take this with us. Rather us not die.” Telling four as I handed him the binder for him to start skimming through the binder. Gotta love the fact that my first mission with these guys is disarming a bunch of chemical bombs. Getting that sinking feeling again that they’re a bunch of chaotic people doing chaotic things.

It’s absolutely perfect.

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schweeeppess · 5 years ago

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Jason was the one who discovered Dick was missing, and damn him Dick just threw all of Jason’s careful planning out the fucking window.

He hadn’t figured it out because Dick had missed a meet up, or because Dick wasn’t answering any imaginary calls, or because he was in Blüdhaven and hadn’t seen Nightwing around.

Nah, he’d figured it out because—for whatever reason Jason couldn’t even begin to fathom—he’d gotten an e-mail from the Iceberg Lounge, inviting the Red Hood as a guest of honor.

An e-mail.

It was ridiculous the amount of time he’d sat there, staring at the screen and debating on showing up or not. He wasn’t one to make decisions lightly, and there was a lot to consider in the invite. If Jason showed up, he’d be intermingling with the heart of Gotham’s criminal dealings; he’d have quite the chance at assessing high-level threats and the ones there wasn’t much to worry about.

On the other hand, was going really worth it? The Iceberg Lounge was a high-class establishment. Jason hated dressing like he had people to impress, and he would definitely need to impress the crowd that hung around the Lounge.

He’d decided there were several ways to impress people, and as a result was sitting at the bar of the Lounge in his uniform, helmet resting in his lap and domino ever-present to conceal his identity. Jason was pointedly ignoring the stares he could feel on his back and the whispers of his name he kept hearing, very patiently waiting for Oswald to show up and explain just what the fuck he was doing that warranted an invitation to Red Hood.

Being drunk wasn’t ideal, so Jason didn’t touch the glass he’d been handed five minutes into his wait, instead cataloguing criminals he could identify as targets and possible competition, picking out the worst of the riff raff and the easy ones to crush.

Eighteen minutes into the wait, Jason stood up and picked his way around the Lounge, a few onlookers stepping aside when they noticed his approach, and others sneering or turning their noses up a little at him. Jason spoke to persons of interest and people he was already planning on erasing from the world, warning both parties subtly and being a little sterner with the weak ones. He wanted to avoid spending resources on such petty and unimportant matters, so fear was his solution.

By the time a built guy in a tuxedo Jason had labeled a guard-slash-escort approached him with a, “If you’ll follow me, Mr. Hood,” Jason had half the guys he’d spoken to pissing their pants, and was finished with that step in his plans.

For him not to laugh in the guy’s face took an incredible amount of willpower, so Jason was very proud of himself for not commenting as he threw a peace sign over his shoulder and walked with Mr. Shades Indoors to Look Cool.

Mr. Shady for short.

“I’m a busy man,” Jason said, once they were in a hidden elevator, arms crossed as he stared up at the lights in boredom. He wasn’t really lying, as in, at all. These days Jason had quite a bit on his plate. “Cobblepot better have something worth my time.”

Mr. Shady nodded once. “We understand M—”

“Call me ‘Mister Hood’ one more time and you’ll find your kneecaps missing.” The kids of the Alley called him Mister Hood, and only they could. He needed to remember to get them to call him Red or something the next time he saw them.

Mr. Shady swallowed nervously, and Jason cracked a smirk as he lifted the helmet over his head and put it on.

Mr. Shady continued. “We understand, sir, and rest assured; what Mr. Cobblepot has to offer will definitely interest you.”

Jason turned his head to face Mr. Shady and raised a brow, which Shady couldn’t see, and drawled, “An’, if I may ask, just how do you know what I would be interested in?”

He didn’t get a response as the elevator doors parted and Shady gestured him forward.

Rolling his eyes, Jason walked out of the elevator and again let himself be led by Shady, who was wiping his palms on his pants. He didn’t have to memorize the path they were taking since it was just a straight line to a door and therefore didn’t even consider bothering to.

Ah, simplicity.

Shady unlocked the door with a keycard—really, Oswald? Keycards?—and held it open for Jason, who growled in irritation. He could open a goddamn door for himself, thanks.

Regardless of his irritation, he stalked through the doorway and entered a large room. It reminded Jason of a prison courtyard, with seats all suspended above and around a cage in the center of the room, many of the seats already occupied by familiar faces that Jason did not like seeing.

Shady led him to his seat—front-row and with a very good view of the cage—and was quick to leave.

Jason scowled at he sat down, propping his feet up on the railing in front of him and crossing his arms. He firmly ignored the fact that Harvey Dent was in the seat to his right, and that Roman fucking Sionis was to Dent��s right.

Only one person was between Jason and the man he’d been harassing. The incredibly powerful, rich, and no-nonsense man that Jason had shoved nonsense and frustration upon.

Roman seemed busy talking on his phone—business call, if the audio receptors in Jason’s helmet were working correctly—so he hadn’t noticed Jason’s presence (he hoped), and Jason thus forced himself to catalogue the rest of Penguins “esteemed” guests.

Mario and Alberto Falcone, Carmine’s sons if Jason’s intel was on the money (which it was), were sitting with Tony Zucco and Sal Maroni, a seating arrangement Jason was sure was intentional. The Maroni family and the Falcones were notorious rivals.

Hopefully they’d make the evening a little more interesting than it was going to otherwise be.

Aside from them, Two-Face, Roman, and who would appear to be fucking Jonathan Crane, there were no other big names Jason could see, and honestly that Scarecrow had shown up meant that whatever Oswald had was actually worth showing up.

Then he’d seen Edward “Eddie” Skeevers, and things got even more interesting.

Oswald’s little auction was now much more serious, and much more intriguing, and Jason wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be concerned or excited. The inner Robin in him said concerned, but it also said a general ‘what the fuck are you even doing here, you should be kicking their asses and carting them off to Blackgate’, so Jason wasn’t sure it had much credibility. The inner Lazarus in him said excited, but it also said to rip everyone’s throats out and display their corpses like trophies, so it also had no high ground.

Jason was met with a conundrum and warring emotions.

“How much longer is Oswald going to keep us waiting,” Dent growled, and Jason hoped he’d been talking to himself because he didn’t react at all.

I feel you, Harv, Jason thought to himself. He was a patient guy—had done stakeouts that lasted at least eight hours without moving a muscle in any and probably any weather one could imagine—but this was a senseless waste of time. Jason was extremely busy nowadays, and even if Cobblepot hadn’t cared about his agenda he would have taken Eddie Skeevers’, Black Mask’s, Two-Face’s, and Scarecrow’s into consideration.

So if he was trying to get himself killed, he was doing a spectacular job of it.

And Jason would know.

Harvey glowered at the fenced in cage and leaned forward, muttering, “I give ‘em three minutes, then I’m leaving.”

Then plotting murder, Jason’d bet.

Luckily enough, Penguin chose then to make his appearance on the stand beside the cage, waving his cane at some guards who disappeared behind double doors hidden in the walls around the circular area around the cage, then looking up at his invited guests and smiling hideously.

God, that guy was ugly.

“Cobblepot,” Eddie said, the first to speak up. “This had better be worth my time.”

“Yeah!” Harvey yelled, and Jason mentally spat curses at his volume. No need to fucking yell, jackass. “I’ve been sittin’ here for too long for this to be somethin’ dumb.” Thank you for lowering your voice.

Roman hung up on his call, and Jason felt his shoulders stiffen, but he didn’t dare move. He kept his gaze on Cobblepot.

Penguin raised his hands placatingly, and said in that disgusting voice of his, “Calm, friends. Believe me when I say that what I have to offer is more than worth your wait.”

“I dunno, Ozzy,” Jason drawled, deciding to risk Black Mask making this whole deal hell and lowering his legs so that he could lean his forearms on his knees. “I’m a picky guy. You’re lucky I even showed up to this freak show.”

Oswald clearly didn’t appreciate Jason’s mouth, but Jason didn’t care. He was who he was, supervillains and mobsters be damned, and he wasn’t gonna change anytime soon. They could kiss his zombie ass.

“I suppose I am,” Cobblepot flatly retorted. “At any rate, the bidding starts at fifty.”

“What the fuck could you possibly have gotten your paws on worth fifty thousand dollars.” Ah Roman, speaking the words on everyone’s mind before they could.

Bastard.

The two guards returned dragging someone between them, then tossed the person in the cage and on the solid concrete ground carelessly, closing and locking the door behind them as they took up their posts beside it.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Jason breathed, immediately on his feet, hands on the railing as he leaned forward to make sure he was actually seeing who he thought he was seeing. “Fucking, Nightwing?”

And it was him. The dumbass, too fucking happy, always upright on his feet, irritating piece of shit older brother of Jason’s. He was just lying there, not obviously injured but not stirring at the same time.

Concern and fear reared its traitorous head and sucker-punched Jason in the gut. He felt like he was gonna hurl.

Oswald smiled that disgusting smile of his again.

“The bidding starts at fifty.”

“A hundred,” Jason barked, all his careful planning with his money out the fucking window. Fucking fuck, Dick, you just had to let yourself get caught.

The Falcones stood at the same time, and Alberto bid, “A hundred fifty!”

Fuck.

“Two hundred!” And oh-ho, Harvey seemed like he felt compensated.

Jason couldn’t afford to keep bidding, he really, really fucking couldn’t, but God damn Richard John fucking Grayson.

“Two seventy,” he called, forcing his tone lackadaisical and his body language indifferent as he eased back into his seat, crossed his arms, and kicked his feet back up. This situation was more than stressful, and Jason hated Dick Grayson with everything in him, tapping his finger on his bicep to try and relieve some of his anxiety.

“Three hundred,” Roman finally tossed out.

Jason swore a blue streak under his breath.

He tried, “Three eighty,” but was quickly overbid by the Maroni representatives with four hundred.

The price was far too high for Jason to be able to continue bidding. There was nothing he could do but watch as his brother was auctioned off like an animal, nothing he could do but sit and observe.

For the first time since his return from the grave, Jason felt completely and utterly helpless.

And he hated Dick for it.

Jason stayed throughout the duration of the auction, long enough for Eddie to out bid everyone with a price of seven hundred thousand dollars. Nobody was willing to pay that kind of cash but him. Jason couldn’t afford to pay that kind of cash. He just didn’t have enough money to spare—he didn’t have any fucking money to spare.

Oswald jutted his cane at Skeevers and said, “Sold, to the trafficker with deep pockets!”

Everyone gradually trickled out, but Jason was the first to leave, already in the elevator by the time Cobblepot had finished his sentence.

When the doors slid shut and Jason was safely out of view, he slammed his fist into the metal wall, denting it a little, stinging pain racing up his arm as a result of his idiocy. He ignored it and pressed his hands to his face and screamed in frustration.

Not only had Jason just lost Nightwing, he’d lost him to a professional trafficker, importer, and exporter. International, if Jason had his facts memorized correctly.

He couldn’t try to steal Dick away from Eddie, because the guy was a pro. He knew what he was doing. Jason couldn’t steal Dick away from Penguin, because Jason was not prepared at all for a fight of that magnitude, and it would take him at least a full day to get the intel he’d need to take Cobblepot on if he wanted to win.

Dick could be anywhere in the world in under ninety-six hours.

Jason had under four motherfucking days to figure out who Eddie was going to sell him to, what he was going to be transported on, when he would be leaving, and where he was going to go.

The estimated ninety-six hours would start in about three, so Jason had three hours to prepare for all the information gathering he was going to be running himself ragged for over the next forty-eight. That gave him a total of ninety-nine hours to work with.

As he walked out of the Lounge, his brain was flying to scrape together some sort of plan, and Jason mourned the loss of sleep for the foreseeable future.

“Fucking hell, Dick,” Jason muttered, swinging a leg over his motorcycle and starting it before tearing through traffic.

He had a plan he needed to formulate and a dumbass brother to get back.

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@a-dreamed-dreamer won a fic, and hoo boy! this one’s gonna be multi-chap y’all, and PLOT TWIST It’s not Jason and Dick centric. *cackles*

hope you enjoyed :D

#my writing #my work #my fanfiction #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #part one of a multichapter fic #oh wait #i meant chapter one #*cries* im so goddamned tired #*sobs quietly*#why am I like this #*I can't think of tags*#*I can't think of things period*#***I broke my brain***

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maatryoshkaa · 6 years ago

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Bet | Seo Changbin

Summary: as a JYP intern, your one goal had been to avoid developing feelings for the idols you worked with. Unfortunately, upon noticing your feelings for a certain “dark” rapper, the rest of stray kids have made it their mission to make your relationship happen.

Genre: fluff, infinitesimal amount of angst

Word Count: 2.9k

Features: Stray Kids, JY-Papi

It had been nearly half a year of floating around various entertainment companies and internships until you’d finally hit the jackpot and landed an offer at JYP Entertainment.

As it turns out, one of their monster rookie groups, Stray Kids, had just had one of their most busy, successful comebacks, and their management needed as many hands on deck as possible.

Before you knew it, you were transferred to their department and assigned as one of their full-time personal assistants.

At first, it was a hectic whirlwind of tasks thrown at you -- suddenly, there were 9 orders of drinks to memorize in the morning, numerous meal deliveries to manage, supplies to organize in the studio, and cleaning up the dance practice room every day.

Honestly, your back and soul would have broken within the first week if the boys hadn’t been so sweet and easy to be around.

Lots of the full-time assistants already held positions in other departments, so they only dropped in for a couple of brief shifts a day.

This lead to you staying with them from 6am, when you’d bring them their schedule, until the unearthly hours of the morning when members (mostly Bang Chan, cough cough) worked late.

With you eating meals with them and accompanying them to all their practices, shows and promotions, your relationship began to feel more like close friends instead of idols and their personal assistant.

Even so, you were surprisingly adept at your job, winning a shower of praises from the members and higher-ups alike.

You’d always had a knack for noticing small details about people:

You were able to remember how Jeongin ran better on juice or fruit tea better than coffee, because he found the taste unpleasant,

And how Jisung likes his coffee made basically like ice cream, loaded with 3 creams and 3 sugars,

And that Chan prefers to make his coffee himself, because he feels bad that you often have to stay up till 3 am waiting on him to finally wrap up work.

Nevertheless, after all the late nights and misadventures you had taking care of Stray Kids, you’d be lying if you said someone didn’t make your heart beat a little faster than it was supposed to, even though you’d pledged to yourself over and over again not to fall for the idols you worked with.

But maybe, just maybe -- you had a teeny, tiny crush on Seo Changbin.

Sure, just the sound of his name was enough to set butterflies free in your stomach, and you laughed a little harder at his bad jokes than everyone else, and you put a little more care making his coffee than everyone else,

And maybe you were kind of in love with his cheeky smile, and how he’d go from dark, brooding rapper-producer to 5’5 ball of aegyo in a matter of seconds, and how when he was focused writing his lyrics, he looked so good--

Damn it.

Still, you thought you’d been pretty damn subtle about your feelings, but little did you know

Not even a month into your internship, Stray Kids (minus Changbin, who they’d made wash the dishes) had a mini meeting after dinner one evening.

After casting a quick backwards look to the kitchen, where the rapper was grumbling about how he was the only one who they ever bullied, Chan brought up the million-dollar question:

“So how much are y’all willing to bet that Changbin and our new assistant are gonna end up together?”

There were snickers, and murmured responses of “20 bucks” and “one fried chicken” and “my cats”, but a hum of conversation starts, some of the member dead set on the fact that your relationship was inevitable, while others admitted that though you were cute, Changbin would be too much of a pussy shy to follow through.

By the time Changbin came back, the bet had been made: Minho, Jisung, Chan, Hyunjin and Woojin were Team ready to risk it all for the two of you to end up together, while Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix were team y’all cute but changbin’s a pussy.

It started off with little bets, like Minho nudging Jeongin and whispering, “bet you a banana milk that y/n’ll say hi to Changbin first today,” but quickly grows competitive

Eventually Team Jeongin, Seungmin and Felix cave in and the bet turns into a matter of which one of you will make the first move.

And suddenly, you’ve gained 8 wingmen.

It started off subtle: whenever you visited 3racha during their producing and recording sessions, Chan and Jisung would always manage to find some excuse to leave you alone with Changbin.

“Hey guys, you need anything?” You’d enter the room, handing them coffee.

“Oh, no, it’s alright! Ah, actually, Jisung -- weren’t we supposed to meet JYP for something today? We should probably get going --” Chan would get up from the computer desk, promptly swinging Jisung out of there and leaving a bewildered Changbin staring at them through the recording window.

At the practice room, Hyunjin would always spot you outside, bringing lunch deliveries from the parking lot, and would make a beeline for Changbin.

“Hyung, I just saw y/n in the parking lot...looks like she’s having a lot of trouble carrying heavy stuff in.”

Cue Changbin bolting out of the building to help a pleasantly surprised you carry the food back into the building as Hyunjin watched smugly through the mirror and patted himself on the back.

You also noticed them asking you to help out with the dishes a lot more, leaving you and the rapper together nearly every evening. There were always a mountain of washing to do, but you and Changbin didn’t really mind, somehow turning the chore into a fun time as long as you two were together.

You were kind of suspicious of the boys’ intentions, but didn’t really think anything of it until Felix began to contribute his part of the bet.

You two had always been close and honest with each other, but boy was this kid bad at being subtle

“Oh, that’s cute!” You’d exclaim, pointing at a fat plushie.

“Sure is. Hey, you know what else is cute? Changbin, right?”

“It’s so sweet,” you’d remark after drinking the milk tea he prepared for you.

Cue a wiggling of his eyebrows as he’d reply, “Really sweet, just like this guy I know. Changbin.”

And, one fateful day, when he was giving you one of his infamous massages after a particularly grueling day at work,

“Ahh, that feels so good,” you sighed in relief as the tension left your shoulders.

“Mhm. You know who else could make you feel super good? Chang--” “FELIX!”

You finally confronted him, demanding why he always brought the rapper into unnecessary conversations, and so Felix ended up telling you everything: about how they knew you liked him, and the bets that had been going on between the members for the last seven months.

You could feel your heart sinking deeper into the pit of your stomach with every word Felix said.

Originally, you’d thought you could peacefully finish up your year-long internship, happy just to be around Changbin, quietly milling over your crush for him at a safe distance.

It would be painful, sure, but not as painful as it would be had he found out about your crush on him and had to reject you.

You knew there was no way he would ever like you, he was a busy member of one of the hottest groups in Korea, talented and destined for success. You? You shook your head. You were just an intern, not even a worker, helping them along a small portion of their career.

Now that you knew all the members knew, it began to make you wonder just obvious you had been, and a great shame washed over you.

You were devastated.

Determined to divert your focus strictly back to work, you distanced yourself from him, carefully keeping the boundaries between professionalism and friendship as you continued carrying out your assigned duties. Anyways, it wasn’t as if Changbin would notice.

Changbin noticed.

He noticed, and quite honestly, it put a heavy damper on his mood.

You’d always been the brightest part of his day, there to cheer him on or calm him down, ready to share the burden even though you didn’t have to.

Now, all he saw of you were glimpses of your resigned face when you passed him his drink, cleaned the studio, and brought in the meals.

He missed you.

And it showed in the way his energy decreased, the rest of 3racha dumbfounded when Changbin ended up working later than Chan because he had no motivation to finish the tracks; his mind was filled with worries and thoughts of you.

Changbin missed you.

He’d found himself falling, falling hard for you ever since you’d brought him his first caramel macchiato, taking the time to listen to his worries about the recordings and offer warm, sincere encouragement.

Changbin found himself lost in the way your mouth crinkled trying to suppress a laugh at his bad aegyo, the way your eyes would betray you first, creasing into twinkling half-moons when you finally smiled.

He liked the sound of your voice, how hearing it could soothe the deepest aches in his bones from working all day and jolt him awake at the same time, a thrum of buzzing energy restored in his veins.

He liked you, everything there possibly was to love about you, the way your hair fell against your cheek when you looked over at him, your focused expression while you worked, the warmth of your hand brushing his as you handed him his 3 am shot of caffeine--

Fuck.

Changbin caught himself, running a hand through his hair. How did he let himself get in so deep? After all, you were the new intern, popular with new workers and upper-class managers alike. You clearly had a bright future ahead of you -- smart, beautiful, and resourceful, he wouldn’t be surprised if you claimed the CEO position within five years. So why on Earth would y/n l/n bother to get all tangled up with a mere idol like him?

He only barely managed to resurface from his thoughts, bringing himself back to the blank track he’d been staring at passive-aggressively for the last three hours.

Meanwhile, the eight other members have noticed this change in you and Changbin’s dynamic the past couple of weeks, and were dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I might’ve...told her about the bet,” Felix mumbled in the dorms after Chan had mentioned it in passing. When the other members had begun protesting, he added defensively, “What? I didn’t know it’d make them hate each other!”

“Bro, can you imagine how embarrassed she must’ve felt?” Chan groaned. “So she’s distancing herself from him now, and Changbin’s walking around like JYP made him the main vocal or something.”

Realizing that Changbin was likely still at the studio, and that you were probably still cleaning up the practice rooms, the boys decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

At a quarter to 1 AM, two buzzes made you jump as you locked up the dance practice room for the night. Pulling out your phone, you saw two texts from Woojin.

Two New Messages

Hey! Changbin’s been pretty stressed about the new album recently, and he’s been staying at the studio till dawn.

The cafe’s closed, so could you make him some coffee from the cafeteria?

The image of sleep-deprived Changbin forced to work overtime was enough to make you shove down your sleepiness, rushing to whip up a fresh, hot brew of coffee with two shots of espresso and sugar, just how you knew he liked it.

Still, you were cautious as you knocked on the studio door, trying to make your heartbeat shut up. Calm down. This was nothing. He was just one of the people you worked with, and you just had to give him the coffee and go.

Just give him the coffee and go, y/n.

You entered after hearing his “yeah, come in,” voice hoarse and low from sleepiness and stress, and saw him slumped in his chair, eyes ringed with sleep circles and shoulders tense.

“Bin--Changbin. Drink some, you need the energy.”

He looked over at you, eyes barely concealing a million different emotions, but he silently took the coffee, drinking slowly.

You turned to leave, chest feeling hollow, until you felt a cool hand, warmed only temporarily by the hot coffee, on yours.

“Would you--can you please...stay?”

And something in the way he sounded so small, so vulnerable, something in the way his hand on your skin made your heart flutter involuntarily, made you pull up the chair next to him and gently ask to listen to what he’d been working on.

All the tension and confusion from the last few weeks of distance seemed to melt away, the dim studio and the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains offering a soft sense of peace.

You gave him suggestions, made jokes, cheered him on even after the last drop of caffeine had been consumed, and Changbin managed to finish the demo of the song in one sitting.

And it sounded amazing.

The clock strikes three, Changbin let out a relieved groan as he exports the file, and as he looked over at you, he swore that you were the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Unwilling to head off to bed just yet, you two graduated towards the sofa by the window, and, feeling bold on the waning spikes of caffeine and accomplishment, Changbin asked you for a massage.

Hands shaky at first, you turned him around, and gently smoothed your fingers over his back before pressing concentrated circles into the knots you found. He’d lost weight, but put on muscle, you noted -- as if he had been missing meals, yet overworking his body, and you felt a pang of guilt -- had you really been ignoring him so much that you didn’t even bother to check if he was eating?

After a few moments of silence, he said,

“We haven’t done this in a while, huh?”

You nodded absently.

“Remember I am You promotions? You’d always stay up with me when JYP needed me to change the tracks last minute, even when I’d go ‘til the next morning…”

He trailed off, lost and basking in the warmth and comfort of your body close to his for the first time in weeks.

Too soon, you finished the massage, avoiding his gaze, but before you could pull away you felt his arms envelop you, pulling you close, and he smelled like coffee and lemons and felt warm and right.

He was holding you as if he might break if he let go, his breathing uneven in your ear as you feel his erratic heartbeat through his thin shirt.

“Changbin, I--”

You couldn’t find the right words.

I like you, so so much, but I’m also so, so afraid to. I’m afraid, you won’t like me, you shouldn’t like me, and definitely not good enough for you and this whole thing is just ridiculous to even consider--

Judging by Changbin’s dumbfounded expression when he pulled away to look you in the eyes, you realized that you might have just rambled all of that out loud.

“Are you kidding, y/n? I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” He peered at you. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

You nodded, now clamping your mouth shut for fear of more word vomit spilling out of your tired mouth.

Changbin sighed, shaking his head before looking back up at you.

“Dummy, I like you, too. I thought that was obvious.”

Now your mouth dropped open, opening and closing dumbly as he looked up at you with an equally stupid smile, and you remembered one thing.

“You know, apparently all our friends have a bet going that we’re going to end up together,” you breathed, still unable to fathom what he’d just said.

“Yeah?” Changbin replied, voice soft. “Well, I guess they won.”

The next thing you knew, all you could feel were Changbin’s lips were on yours, tasting of sweet caffeine, and the cool moonlight pressing stars behind your eyelids. He laced a hand with yours, the other finding the small of your back and pulling you even closer into him as you reached up to gently touch his chest.

Afterwards was a blur, the dim room now filled with your dazed, heavy breathing as Changbin pulled the throw blanket they used for late nights in the winter over the you, both of you too happy and exhausted to say anything else before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The first person to find you two in the morning is none other than JYP himself, entering the studio with a

“Changbin, you should get some re--oh.”

And promptly closing the door.

Honestly he saw this coming, and was lowkey betting on it himself.

Changbin has you in his arms, hugging you from behind, your head tucked comfortably in his chest and his chin buried in the crook of your neck.

The blanket was still snug around both of you, sunlight pouring from the window and warming the smiles on your sleeping faces.

Bonus

When you two finally sucked it up and walked into the practice room hand-in-hand, the boys burst into an uproar of relieved cheering

“Oh my gosh, finally,” Hyunjin groaned. “So who confessed first? Tell me it wasn’t you, y/n, please.”

“No, say it’s you,” Jeongin pleaded. “Minho-hyung said he’d give me his cats if it wasn’t Changbin.”

“Why don’t we call off the bet,” Chan suggested, sensing that his family was about to rip itself apart, “and just make Changbin treat all of us?”

A unanimous sound of approval drowned out Changbin’s sound of protest, and it was off to the barbeque you went.

Bonus Bonus

JYP sat at his desk, reading over Twice’s sales reports when his assistant burst into the room.

“Boss, um...I know this might be shocking to hear, but the new intern seems to be dating Seo Changbin.”

Without looking up, the CEO replied, “Mhm. I see them asleep together in the studio every morning after my morning jog; it’s about time. I’m not stupid.”

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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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Jungle Park [Finale]

Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 [Finale]

➜ Words: 6.4k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have loved each other.

➜ NOTES: This is it, y’all. Thank you for having joined me on such a long journey. I hope you enjoyed the entire series. Thank you for reading :’)

Cr.

Sometimes life can be so entirely mundane that you forget your surroundings. The routine falls into place, yesterday becoming today, tomorrow a reflection of all the other days until time blurs altogether. Your body goes on autopilot, mind operating somewhere else as your skin and bones carry forth. And that’s how sometimes, you snap awake again and wonder: How the hell did I get here? But such a moment doesn’t exist often for you anymore. When it does, it’s made less from misery and boredom and more from contentment. These ordinary days are the ones you love and cherish the most. As mundane as it is, the normalcy that lacks pandemonium offers a peace of mind. You’re happy. And Jung Hoseok is by your side, always acting as the lovely chaos that has your heartbeat thundering, that keeps your mind preoccupied, that fills brighter shades of colour into your world. You wouldn’t want it any other way. “Where are you off to this evening?” you ask while closing your door, hands gripping on the steering wheel. The young girl in the backseat smiles into the rear-view mirror, meeting your eyes. “The airport, please.” Your hands move against the wheel and you pull away from the curb, merging onto the street. For the most part, you’ve enjoyed this job. The fair share of rude and self-entitled passengers exists, but also the interesting and friendly bunch too. There’s just something about being able to get a glimpse into people’s lives, especially since they’re people you wouldn’t normally meet or speak to. It makes you feel so small in this universe to know that everyone has a place they’re going to, that we’re all making our own journeys and heading to our destinations. And today, this chapter of your life ends. “Are you traveling somewhere? Business trip?” The girl in the backseat blushes, cheeks nearly bursting. “Actually, I’m going to visit my boyfriend.” “Really? That’s so nice!” You’ve witnessed couples reuniting at the airport many times before, leaping into each other’s arms before even getting a word in. It’s always such a sweet scene that imagining it has you melting in your seat. The girl is in a dreamy state as well, looking out the window, sheepish and happy. “Yeah, I was transferred to a different branch at my job, so we’ve been in a long distance relationship for a while now. But today, my work here ended, so I’m gone for good. Finally going home.” “I bet he misses you.” Your passenger laughs, glancing at her phone, features illuminated by the white light of her screen. “He can’t stop texting me and he says he can’t sleep either. I haven’t even gotten on my flight yet, but I think he’s already at the airport waiting for me.” “That is so adorable.” Sappy couples used to make you feel envious, but not anymore. As she says these things, you imagine a certain someone doing the exact same for you. “He is,” she agrees, smiling to herself for a moment before looking up again. “Sorry, but do you know how much the fare will be?” “Oh.” Your smile is still stuck on your face, unable to erase it. “Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be on me for tonight.” “A-are you sure?” “It’s not a problem. You’re actually my last passenger….ever.” A satisfied sigh slips through the seams of your lips. There’s something that tells you you’re going to look back and miss this feeling one day. You know you’ll drive again, but never with strangers, never not knowing who will enter the backseat, of not knowing where you’ll be going. “The lease for this taxi is up and I won’t be renewing. I’m actually just doing this one last shift for old time’s sakes.” “Oh, well, congratulations!” She’s pleasantly surprised, eyes big and curious. “How long have you been driving for?” “On and off for about two years.” The girl hums. “What will you be doing now then?” “I actually have a day job. I work as an HR manager at a law firm,” you tell her in a way as if you’re reminding yourself and declaring it to the world at the same time. A sense of pride flows through your body and she matches your smile. “And I love it.” For a moment, you wonder what if it was your past-self sitting in the backseat right now. Would she have ever expected to be here? To have landed the career that she’s always wanted, to be with a person who she adores, to have become someone proud of who they are, and to never have to clean up another girl’s vomit off of leather, again? Probably not. // “This is ridiculous!” The man paces around, polished loafers pounding against the carpet as he storms around, arms crossed, trying to walk off his rage. He’s wrinkling his own blazer and stretching his dress pants, but the man behind the desk doesn’t make any comments. He’s too busy rubbing his temples with his thumbs, leaning back in his swivel chair. “Taehyung…” “Listen, Chim, my buddy, my pal.” The lawyer stops and comes to grip the back of the empty chair. “I get Sunyi and Yoongi are all lovey-dovey now that they’re together. Nothing against them. I’m happy for them. Trust me I am,” the blonde’s voice drops down into a whisper, “but I never wanted to watch them tongue-fucking each other. It’s not as hot as you would think. If anything, it made my wiener shrivel into my balls.” Taehyung says it like he’s disappointed, as if his dreams have been crushed and all traces of Jimin’s professionalism shatters in front of his eyes. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, trying to hold down his giggles. “Dude.” “I dropped my ham croissant, bro. You know, the special from down the street they rarely have anymore. I dropped it when I saw them.” Taehyung grieves for his lost food, “I dropped it.” “I’ll get you another one.” “They’re out of them by ten! You can’t!” For once, Jimin doesn’t know what to do. He’s still holding back his laughter before composing himself again with a deep breath, leaning back in his seat to assess the situation. He hasn’t mediated an office conflict in a long time and while he’ll admit he’s rusty, he also doesn’t want to come up with a solution without you. “Where’s Y/N?” “She’s not in yet.” “Then wait for her or talk to Hoseok. I can’t do anything about it until the end of the day. I have a meeting that starts in less than fifteen minutes.” “You know what?” Taehyung stands straighter and he nods to himself like he’s come up with his own decision. “That’s a good idea — I’ll talk to Hoseok.” “Wait. Really?” The lawyer shrugs. “Yeah, why not? He’s cool.” “Hoseok….” Jimin’s not sure he’s hearing it right. He never thought there would be a day that the employees of this office would feel this comfortable with his partner. The change was so gradual, but now he realizes it and it brings tears of joy to his eyes. “.....is cool?” “Yeah,” Taehyung scoffs as if to say that it’s obvious. “He’d probably understand and reimburse me for that croissant and do something about my trauma. Plus, he gets office romances. You don’t see him and Y/N kissing up on each other all day.” The senior partner’s mind reels. His brows furrow, caught off guard on how Taehyung knows. “Wait. What?” But by then, he’s already walked out of Jimin’s office, beelining straight to the other partner’s office without an ounce of hesitation. But as he marches forward, he runs into you instead, as well as Hoseok who was apparently just arriving too. “Oh, Y/N! I was looking for you! Good morning.” “Mornin’,” you chirp back in a happy tone. “Did you need me for something?” “Yes, please. I was gonna ask Hoseok, but you’re even better.” “Well alright, I’ll take it as a compliment! Follow me!” You wave your arm, signaling down the hall and he grins, trotting along after you like you’re both on a kid’s television show. The pair of you head towards your office and shut the door. Hoseok is left a bit flabbergasted before he melts into a soft smile, shaking his head at how you’re practically running the show around here and not him. “Good thing I came to you all that time ago demanding you hire someone for a human resource position, huh?” Jimin approaches Hoseok’s side, arms crossed, fully satisfied as he looks down the hallway, the space where you just occupied. “My stubbornness once again helped us out.” “Your stubbornness is the reason why we had that hideous pink wallpaper at the front desk for the first two months of our firm opening,” he murmurs with a slight tinkering laugh. There’s a pause before he counters, “We took it down eventually.” Hoseok scoffs and then laughs again. They both walk into the kitchen, standing side by side at the counter, waiting for the coffee machine. “You have to give me credit for hiring the right person. I was the one who did it.” “If I remember correctly, you forgot about it and I was the one who picked up her résumé from the pile.” Jimin fills up his mug again, taking a small sip and warming his tummy up. “Fine, fine,” Hoseok gives in with a playful twinkle glistening in his irises. “The credit goes to Park Jimin. Good job — if it weren’t for you, our office would be in shambles.” “Thank you.” He gloats from the praise, rosy cheeks puffed out. “But just letting you know, we’re going to need Y/N for a long time.” Jimin pats his partner’s shoulder, sharing a sympathetic smile as he brushes past. “Sunyi and Yoongi are going to cause problems for us until they both retire or get high blood pressure and die from heart attacks.” “Great.” Hoseok grins, laughing at the thought. The brunette lawyer returns to his office, but he stops for a second and takes a peek behind him. People are tapping away at their keyboards, preoccupied with documents and files upon files. A few legal assistants are helping the others, running across the office floor. The receptionists pick up the phones that ring, calmly answering in a soft volume. The photocopier whirrs to life, one or two murmurs spoken before it’s silenced down, accompanying the rhythm of papers being flipped. It’s the glorious sound of work. But the atmosphere of the office is less tense than it was before. It’s brighter, open, and even his partner seems to be that way as well. There was a time when Jimin couldn’t remember when Hoseok wasn’t so serious, stern, and wrapped up in his work. But nowadays, he was so full of life, it was almost burdensome. Still, Jimin missed that bubbly side of him. It was great to see that part of his personality again. Jimin takes another long look, feeling oddly nostalgic before he steps into his office and shuts the door. // In the heart of the metropolis are soaring towers, corporate offices and companies, business and enterprises that you are proud to be a part of. The firm is large and full of glass, from the giant windows to the glass of the conference room. When you look up over top the front desk, you find the name imprinted on the wall. Jung and Park. You don’t feel so out of place or intimidated like you used to. The blazer and pencil skirt fits you perfectly well, having no need to be tugged on or smoothed out by your hands. In the past year, so many things have changed that it baffles you. You can still remember the first time you were in this conference room, absolutely petrified, hands shaking, forehead sweaty, palms clammy. But some things never change. One of them being Hoseok. He’s still tall with dark hair, dressed in a fitted suit, sun-kissed skin glowing. His mere presence commands your attention. There’s always been something about him that makes him so alive. “Well, first off, I should preface by saying that you’ve been doing a stellar job.” “Are you saying that or are you being personally biased?” The lawyer’s brow lifts. “Do you think I’m being biased?” You shrug. “Maybe.” “Alright.” Hoseok grins discreetly, scribbling down onto his paper with a pen at the same time as he mumbles what he’s writing, “employee believes employer is being biased.” Laughter bubbles up your throat. “Why couldn’t Jimin do my performance review? This has to be a conflict of interest.” “He’s busy and this is just a formality anyways.” “So you’re not busy?” “Oh, are you insinuating that I don’t have any work?” Hoseok’s enormous smile returns and he jots another note down on the paper in front of him, muttering at the same time, “employee believes employer is lazy.” “C’mon!” You’re weakly protesting, unable to take this seriously. “You can’t just write down everything I say to you!” Hoseok chuckles and finally puts his pen down. “I’m ahead of my work.” “That makes more sense. You know...HR is supposed to sit in on performance reviews.” “We can’t have our HR person doing their own evaluation.” “Why not? I’d think I’d be quite fair.” “Oh, really now?” He flashes a questionable expression. “Then what would you say about yourself? How has your work ethic been?” “I think….I’ve been stellar!” You say it with confidence and he scoffs jokingly, causing you to challenge him. “What? You think I’m wrong?” “You were late to work a few times,” he points out. “Because I held another job.” Hoseok hums and flips a page, becoming more serious as he assesses the past few months. “Your performance is very well done actually. Consistent demonstration of enthusiasm and diligence in work across all areas.” “Thank you.” You beam at him. He smiles, unable to help himself. Throughout the conversation, he asks about your professional goals, goes over expectations again, your accomplishments, and establishes aims for your solo department. At the end, the pair of you stand up, shaking each other’s hand to conclude the successful meeting. “You’ve done a very good job.” “I appreciate that, Mr. Jung,” you deadpan with a hint of mischief. His grip on your hand is still there, shaking it up and down across the table awkwardly to the point where outsiders would think it was actually a passive aggressive action. Except, they wouldn’t notice how tender his hold on you is. “I also recognize your effort to remain professional and not let any….private matters interfere in your work.” “Of course not.” Your hand is still holding his, going up and down with no signs of stopping, nearly causing you to break and smile. “I take my job very seriously.” “As do I.” “Then would you like to let go of my hand, sir?” “Yes, of course.” He grins, reluctantly letting go, skin skimming against each other before your arm drops to your side. You dip your head slightly, preparing to exit the room. “Thank you again.” Hoseok nods, waving before slipping his hand into his dress pants pocket, trying to act all chic and cool. “I’ll talk to you soon,” he addresses, leaving after you. The both of you end up walking your separate ways. The man returns to his office. And as you make your way to your own office, you can’t help but turn around to stare at his broad backside becoming smaller in the distance. It feels like déjà vu for some reason... But then Hoseok turns around as well, meeting your eyes and a stupid smile spreads across his face. His eyes crinkle, dimples marked on both sides of his cheeks, radiant as the sun. Then he throws a wink and turns back around. Unfortunately for him, he accidentally misses his office by a few feet and bumps into the wall instead of going through the door. You stifle down a giggle and no one else seems to notice the terribly embarrassing, yet endearing accident. It doesn’t matter if Hoseok doesn’t remember the past. Right now and the future from today are much more important to the both of you. “Hoseok.” “Hmm?” The both of you are cuddling on the couch together. You’re curled up on his side while his arm drapes over you, watching television together. It’s some stupid survivor show and you hope that douchebag gets casted off for hoarding all the food. But while you watch, a more important thought comes to mind. You turn your head to stare. The profile of his face is illuminated by the faint white light coming from the screen. He’s clad in cotton pajamas, dark hair tousled and just out of the shower, smelling like lavender soap and fresh linen. It’s cozy being beside him like this and you feel at home. At your prolonged silence, Hoseok turns to look at you, eyes locking into his. “What is it?” A smile of mirth pulls on his face, forming into a boyish grin. “Why are you staring at me like that?” “I love you.” If possible, Hoseok’s smile expands until his cheeks are swelling. You match his smile before cringing, realizing what just tumbled out your mouth. Your shoulders tense, but he pulls you closer. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” you murmur. “What do you mean you don’t know where that came from? You’re too cute.” He laughs, a tinkling noise coming from his chest and he hugs you, nuzzling into your hair. “I love you too.” Your hands are placed on his shoulders and you tug him away for a moment. “Do you ever get worried we’re just repeating the same mistakes as back then?” He becomes serious and honestly considers it for a long moment before answering, “no.” “What if we don’t work out?” “Then we don’t,” he says point-blank, but then Hoseok’s streak of optimism comes out. “But I’m going to try hard to make it work and I know you will too. Because I love you and you love me. And...I believe in us.” A hopeful and content sigh is exhaled softly. “Me too.” Hoseok returns back to the television, still holding you as he watches. “Plus, I’m not an immature asshole anymore.” There’s silence. “Right?” There’s more silence and he pulls away from the screen, fingers finding your sides and mercilessly tickling you. “Right?!” “Yes, yes!” You giggle and he finally stops. Your head tilts. “And sorry to say, but my life doesn’t revolve around you either.” The lawyer sulks and leans his forehead against yours. “You really think you could survive without me?” “Yes.” You attempt to repress your smile, failing while doing so. “Wow, I see how this is. You’re just going to end up running off with someone younger and hotter than me, aren’t you? Like Jungkook or the HR assistant you want me to hire!” “What?” You’re snorting, shaking your head. “Who says?” Hoseok tries to pout, though the corners of his mouth tilts into a smile. He chortles, ripping the blanket away from your bodies and moving to sit on you instead. He traps you beneath him and your hands are up, scared of another tickle torture attack. “You think I don’t know about JK? And how you keep insisting on hiring someone to make coffee runs for you? I know your scheme! You’re going to tie me down, marry me, then steal my money and run off with your boy toys! You thought I didn’t know? Well I have news for you, Miss. Y/N — I’m a divorce lawyer! You’re not getting a single penny!” You’re laughing and he continues to hold you down, laughter bubbling out of him as well. “Say what you want, Jung Hoseok, but I know you’re whipped for me! You’ll do whatever it takes to keep me around!” “Oh, so you admit it, huh?! You’re trying to tie me down and marry me and then rip me off!” “Okay, you got me!” you challenge him, still struggling against his hold, but finding the circumstances too funny to actually fight back. “What are you going to do?” “I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Hoseok grins, mouth pulled into a slight heart-shape as he teases you without mercy. “I’ll tie you down and marry you, but I won’t let you leave! How will you run off with your boy toys then?” “I’m being held hostage!” you scream in the midst of giggles. “Help!” It’s so silly. You feel like you’ve both regressed ten years back into children again playing dumb games. If your mom saw you now, she’d probably sigh and then send you two to the hospital to get yourselves checked out. But this is why you adore him. Hoseok is sociable, hyperactive, bubbly. He’s also sulky, pouty and childish, especially when he doesn’t get his way. And then there’s the serious part of him, the stern aspect of his personality that gets things done, reliable and sincere in his work. He not only feels like a fun companion in your life, but a dependable partner. You’re endeared by all sides of him. Even if it doesn’t work out this time, you’d be willing to try again and again and again. Because you’re an idiot who loves him and he’s a dumbass that loves you.

[Epilogue] “We’re going to be late!” “We still have ten minutes.” “What if traffic’s bad?” “It won’t be!” The pair of you are running around like headless chickens in the apartment. Time was ticking faster than anyone had noticed and you were behind by twenty minutes, but it was fashionable to arrive late...right? You stumble out of the washroom finally, finding him in front of the mirror in the bedroom. He turns at the sight of you. “What do you think?” Hoseok’s hands stop and he scans you up and down, from head to toe, and the corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Stunning.” “Is it too flashy?” You do one slow spin in your heels, looking down at the floral print dress and how you’ve done yourself up. “I don’t want to take away from the bride.” “You’ll always take away from any bride,” he murmurs. “You’re too beautiful.” At his cheesy compliment, you scoff and brush him off. Hoseok points to his own situation. “Can you help me with my tie? I can’t get it for some reason.” “‘Course.” You meet him at the mirror in three strides and he tilts his head back as you undo and loop it properly again. “I can’t believe they’re getting married.” “It’s just an engagement party.” “Still. It happened so fast. I didn’t think Yoongi would propose so soon.” “He said he had to tie Sunyi down before she changed her mind.” He smiles, recalling his friend’s laments. “It’s been a year since we caught them in the act, so they’ve been together for what? Three years? That’s actually a pretty long time.” “God, don’t remind me of that incident. I don’t want to remember.” You shudder, shaking your head before finishing. “There.” “Thanks.” Hoseok adjusts the top knot slightly in the mirror. You brush his shoulders, picking off a bit of fluff that’s stuck on his navy suit jacket. “Are you going to wear this to Hani and Daehwi’s wedding next month?” “Maybe. Not sure yet.” He leaves the bedroom, grabbing the car keys on the way while you beeline towards the front door. “Did you RSVP already?” “Of course. Their invitation is still on the coffee table, but I already responded.” “We’re going to have to take a week off for their destination wedding.” Before getting in the car, you look over and he smiles. “We only need a few days.” “Yeah, but might as well stay there a bit longer and turn it into a vacation.” You laugh. “Aren’t we already traveling together in a week?” “Different occasions.” Hoseok shrugs and shuts the door, putting the keys in the ignition and firing up the engine. He looks over his shoulder as he backs out, palms turning the steering wheel appropriately. “Are you sure it’s alright to miss that much work?” “Well, I am the boss.” “And so is Jimin.” “He’ll be fine with it,” Hoseok insists with a smile. “We also have Wendy’s party to attend after that too.” You grin, having almost let it slip your mind. “Right. I’ll admit, I’ve never been to a party celebrating a divorce before, but it sounds interesting.” “It’ll be interesting, alright.” He leans back whilst driving, eyes focused ahead on the road. “Knowing that old woman, she’ll probably hire male and female strippers and have an ice sculpture to herself and enough chocolate fondue to rub our bodies in it.” A giggle flows from your throat, feeling more excited for that event than going on that Europe trip with Hoseok. “Don’t tell her she’s old or she’ll beat you up and I won’t be able to do anything about it but film evidence from afar.” “I’ll press assault charges,” he mumbles with a grin, imagining being in court with his old mentor for that reason. It’s comical and one daydream he’ll have to indulge in later. Work has been better than ever. Jung and Park are thriving with the hard work that’s been put into it. It would take a lot for them to fail and become Jimin’s dream — Jungle Park, the playground equipment company for kids. Nevertheless, the divorce firm has been expanding with two more hired lawyers and three paralegals that you’re in the process of training. The floor is expanding too. There were discussions of moving the firm elsewhere, but Jimin’s too sentimental about the office space and would rather just improve what they have. Aside from work, lives were changing as well. Naul is in the process of planning an early retirement and start the golden years to travel with her husband around the world. Yoongi and Sunyi are getting married, and your friends are too. As for you, you may or may not have overheard a conversation Hoseok was having with your mom — one that consisted of her nagging and being overbearing and ending with him promising to pop the question within this year. You also heard from a little birdy that he went ring shopping with his sister, and his parents have been mentioning a lot about grandkids lately….though that might be more down the line. “Oh my goodness! Sunyi, you look so gorgeous!” The female was glowing in her sparkling black gown and you can only imagine what she’ll look like in a wedding dress when the time comes. “Thank you.” “She keeps joking this is her funeral get-up,” Yoongi sighs as a greeting, half hugging both you and Hoseok. “Look, I’m just mourning for the loss of my singleness, okay?” she snaps and smiles when he rolls his eyes. “Please. Don’t act like you don’t love me. We’ve been together for over three years.” “Yeah, enough for me to want to blow my brains out,” Sunyi jokes around and he lightly scoffs. “Get over here.” Yoongi has a gummy grin and pulls her in by her waist. He kisses her while smiling before the innocent act becomes more passionate and lustful. You blink, exchanging expressions with Hoseok, feeling like you’re infringing on their privacy. But they eventually pull away from each other, breathless and with swollen lips. “This is allowed, right?” Sunyi wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not at all bothered with how her lipstick has smeared and ended up on her fiancé’s face. If anything, there’s a twinkle of mischief in her irises. “We’re not in the office right now.” “Yes, this is allowed,” you ease them with a laugh. “It’s fine.” “Good.” She hugs Yoongi’s side and then motions to you both, snickering under her breath. “You guys act like you don’t do this either.” “What?” “We’re not the only ones in an office romance,” the female teases. Hoseok looks at his old friend. “You told her?” “You knew?” Sunyi raises her brows at Yoongi and he shrugs. She sighs, brushing it off to look at you, delivering the news, “Taehyung told everyone like twenty minutes before you came. He mentioned it out of nowhere and a lot of us were surprised. Pretty sure Seulgi and Jin are somewhere having a mental breakdown, so you should probably talk to them. But some of them saw it coming or at least that’s what Naul said.” “Wait.” You hold your hands up, being bombarded with too much information, but one thing stands out to you. “Taehyung told you?” You turn to stare at Hoseok and this time, he’s the one who shrugs. “I don’t know how he knows.” “There they are!” Jimin’s giggling and he comes out from the crowd, gesturing to you all. “My lovebirds! It feels like all my children grew up and married each other.” He pretends to cry, wiping away his fake tears and Lisa follows after him with a frown and crossed arms. “Is that supposed to be an Office reference?” One by one, the entire office gathers together again and crowds up the main entrance. But everyone’s too busy conversing and laughing to notice. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Jin is overdramatic, voice moving up in pitches. “Aren’t we family?!” “Just wanted to say,” Taehyung butts in, “I was the first to know based on my own stellar observations.” “Actually, Jungkook was the first.” Everyone gawks at you and then cranes their necks over to the youngest lawyer who’s sheepish. “Umm...yeah.” Hoseok quirks his head. “Really?” Seulgi throws her arms into the air. “Unbelievable.” “Makes you wonder what other kinds of secrets there are,” Namjoon comments while sipping on his drink. Dahyun steps forward with a bright smile. “I saw Jin bringing someone into Hoseok’s office a few months back.” The legal assistant gasps at the receptionist. “Wow, you’re exposing me now?” “I can attest to that,” Inyoung sing-songs. “My office?!” Hoseok’s mouth drops in disbelief. He isn’t too pleased. “Are you crazy?” “Listen, no one’s ever done it in your office before, so I just had to have a go in it.” “I think I’ve been too relaxed lately,” he mutters, still reeling from the thought. “I haven’t been strict enough.” “Great, you just summoned Hoseok, the dictator, back,” Lisa deadpans. “Actually, that’s not true, guys,” Min Yoongi pipes up. His arms are behind his back and he interrupts, grinning like he has some secret to tell. “Hoseok’s done it in his own office before.” “What?” — “With Y/N?” — “That’s wild.” “Oh my god.” Your face is on fire, absolutely mortified at this conversation. “We’re going to need to have another seminar on workplace romance and PDA.” Taehyung salutes you. “I’ll look forward to it on Monday!” You laugh, too happy to be standing here with these people around you. Of all the places you could’ve worked at, of all the places you could’ve been, all the jobs you could be doing and all the people you could have met...you are grateful that you picked this place and that they picked you. The feeling of overwhelming gratitude is only amplified with Hoseok’s warm presence by your side.

The first time you met Hoseok was in class thirteen years ago. It was during the second year of your undergraduate degree where you were working to obtain a degree in commerce while he was in political science and dance. By sheer coincidence, you both ended up in a finance class together. You thought nothing of him. He was the one who talked to you first. It wasn’t much of a start. But eventually, you were in a group project together, only for you to ditch him and leave him at the library since you were winning Monopoly at your board game club. Needless to say, you two failed at said project. But for some unknown reason, Hoseok didn’t hate you. He asked you out twice. And that was the beginning of a four year long relationship. Of graduating together, moving across the country for him to go to law school and how you came along, of living together and having a pregnancy scare that led to an engagement. It was the whirlwind of having him break it off and leaving you in a city that you didn’t know, with a future that you had created and built entirely around him broken. The second time you met Hoseok again, it was when you were searching for another job. You applied to the position that was offered at his firm, and he interviewed and hired you. “Welcome to the team.” The handsome dark-haired male greets you at the front with a slight smile and nod. He exhales and glances at his watch. “I’ll show you around and help you get settled.” Afraid, intimidated, scared, you were pretty sure he hated you for taking control of the office and making so many changes. But you held your ground, challenging his every will head on, bickering and arguing, never wavering when he and everyone else gave you a hard time. “Where are the safety requirements of this office? Does it even exist? And you know you can’t overwork these people! There are no vacation times and their pay is low!” “Low?! If you think it’s low then what I make is low too! If someone has a problem with their pay, then they should directly come talk to me and we’ll deal with it!” “Obviously everyone feels too threatened to come and talk to you!” “We run a business not a charity. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it. They’re using this as leverage to complain and whine and do no work.” “These are legitimate concerns. If you care about these people, then you’d care about this too. I’m just trying to do my job.” “And I’m trying to do mine!” “But you listen to no one but yourself.” “I can’t do this anymore.” Hoseok shakes his head and shouts for his partner’s help— “Jimin!” “Fine.” You throw your hands up. “If you want to be this way, let’s talk with someone who’s more rational. Jimin!” But he called a truce after you were stuck in an elevator with him. He brought down your guard during lunches spent in cozy hole-in-the-walls, worming his way closer while standing next to each other on the subway station, holding your hand while making the hard trek on a mountain, huddled together and chatting during workplace parties. He was there during your accident, there when you were ill, when you needed him the most. And he’s here now. While you might not know what will happen tomorrow, a year, or a decade from now, it’s different than before. He’s holding your hand and not letting go. The two of you are building a future together. “Hey, I finished.” “The staff handbook?” Hoseok flips through the crisp pages with a smile. You hum a low note, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his swelling cheek tinged pink. He holds it to his chest after skimming over it quickly. “Can I keep the first ever copy?” “Yes, you can.” You pull away, going into the kitchen. “But hurry, the food’s almost done. You can read it later.” Jung and Park is written in cursive on the front page with your name signed on the bottom. His hands touch against the smooth cover and he walks to his home office, placing it on the desk. He’s about to leave, but his eyes stray off elsewhere. Hoseok tugs open his desk drawer, lifting up a useless file to find a small black box in the corner hidden away. He grabs it, putting it into his pants pocket and he smiles to himself. “Hobi!” you call his name from the kitchen. “Coming!” He’s decided. Tonight is perfect. Jung Hoseok walks off with his hands still holding the ring box.

You’re fortunate to know Hoseok. You’re even luckier to meet him for a second time and experience it all over again — to get to know him from the start, learn about his habits again, to become his best friend once more and discover your lives together. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t remember. And if he were to forget again, you wouldn’t mind doing it over and over again. A life beside Hoseok, you can’t think of anything better. “Um, excuse me.” You feel a hesitant tap on your left shoulder and a smooth voice sounding beside you. When you turn your head, your eyes grow wide. The guy next to you is actually talking to you. It’s the first time you’re actually looking at him. You realize he has pretty brown eyes, ruffled black hair, sun-kissed skin covered by his grey hoodie and jeans, effortlessly casual…...and you’re underwhelmed. He looks like any other university guy and you have no idea why he’s bothering you right now. You didn’t sign up to actually talk to anyone in class. “Do you have the lecture notes from the last class? I wasn’t here….” Oh. That’s why he’s talking to you. “Yeah, I can send you them if you need it.” “That would be great.” The stranger’s eyes twinkle and he gives off a feeling of mischief. He’s friendly, making you feel more at ease with how warm he is despite being a complete stranger. “What’s your name?” “I’m Y/N.” You lift your arm with an open hand. He stares down at it for a second before clasping his palm with yours, shaking your hand. The corner of your mouth lifts and you nod. “You?” “Jung Hoseok.” He smiles, corners of his mouth quirking upwards into a slight heart shape and you muse how he reminds you of the sun. “Nice to meet you.”

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungle park #hoseok fanfic #hoseok scenario #IT'S OVER #THE ADVENTURE IS FINISHED Y'ALL OH MY GOD

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Captain Kirk was leading his away team out of the Tonnang Research Facility on Chikkra when shots began to come out of nowhere. He whirled around in confusion, hand on his phaser, as did several of the security officers. Five figures were running towards them from the main doors that they had just come through, dodging the shots coming from the guard towers at the gates. A hand shot out from one of the figures and grabbed him roughly by the arm, spinning him back round.

“Run,” the person said, and Kirk was being propelled forward towards the gates, which were beginning to close. Others of his team were similarly grabbed by the figures in white, and suddenly the whole party was running pell-mell towards the gates. They skittered through, still avoiding shots from the guard towers, just as the gates shut behind them. Miraculously, everyone had gotten through, but still the figures urged them to keep running. There were shouts from the research facility behind them, and more people poured out in pursuit.

“Kirk to Enterprise, 10, er, 15 to beam out?” Kirk said into his communicator, changing the number at the last second. Hopefully Scotty would be able to grab them all, and hopefully this person gripping him rather painfully by the forearm would have a very, very good explanation for their actions.

The whole group landed forcefully upon the beaming platform as the result of their fleeing the guards that had suddenly poured out of the facility. Kirk finally had a chance to look at the person who had grabbed him and forced him to start running. She collapsed on the platform, eyes glassy as she looked around, counting silently with her mouth open. He saw her count to five, and she released her grip on him at last.

“I beg of you to protect us,” she said, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. She and Captain Kirk alike looked at the red shirt who rushed in and said that someone was hailing them from the surface. Kirk hauled the young woman to her feet.

“You are coming with me. Security, get the rest of these people to medbay.”

The head of the Chikkran research facility that they had just left was on screen when Kirk marched onto the bridge, and he was irate. The moment he saw Kirk, he began to shout.

“You have kidnapped valued workers from our facility! This will not be tolerated!” Kirk side-eyed the young woman, who had pulled the white cap from her hair and was now twisting it in her hands. She was shaking her head furiously, at the screen or at him, he wasn’t sure. “Return the five who you have now, and this will all go away. Otherwise, we will take this as an act of war.”

“Uhura, put him on mute.” Kirk turned to the young woman.

“You better have a really good explanation for this, young lady.”

“We are not workers. We are property,” she said. She was standing on one foot, pulling off a white slipper and a sock. She showed Kirk the bottom of her foot. Property of Tonnang Research Facility. 04064-29456. “My name is Aya. I was sold to the facility when I was six years old for medical research. The others came through similar circumstances. None of us are there willingly.” Kirk frowned.

“We were not informed of any medical research being performed on actual Chikkrans.” Aya scoffed at him coldly.

“As if they’d show outsiders the full facility. Your medbay can confirm that I was experimented on. I am asking for protection.” Kirk made up his mind quickly. He would have to trust the word of this Aya- and the reactions of the Chikkrans when she and the others fled the facility.

“Uhura, unmute the facility director.”

“Director, I will not be returning your...people to you. They have asked for asylum, and I am providing it based on disturbing reports that they have given me.” The director sputtered.

“Consider yourself at war with the Chikkran people, Captain.”

“Mr. Sulu, warp us out of here before they decide to direct any of their planetary defences at us, please.

“Aye, aye, sir.” Kirk turned back to Aya, who had replaced her shoe and her now-wrinkled cap.

“Let’s get you to medbay and confirm this story of yours,” he said, sighing.

Medbay was in chaos when they got there. Dr. McCoy was hurried between biobeds containing Chikkrans, his eyes wide. Aya looked thoroughly nonplussed, but Kirk was concerned. McCoy stopped running about when Kirk walked in.

“Jim, you’re never gonna believe this!”

“Oh, something tells me I will. Aya here has been telling me that she and her friends were the victims of medical research at that facility.” McCoy stopped short and looked Aya over, as if he had x-ray vision that could tell him what kind of experiments had been performed on her.

“This little guy,” he said, pointing at biobed 1, “has implants in his brain and enough scars on his head to make you sick. He said they have been messing with his brain since he was 8 and that he’s been at the facility for at least ten years.”

Aya shrugged at this. “I was six when my family sold my sister and I to the facility. I think I’m about 23 or 24? I don’t know. There’s a big market for children in the biomedical research facilities. They pay families with extra children well. My sister and I were two of seven children, and our parents wanted sons.”

“That’s barbaric,” Kirk said.

“That’s life on Chikkra,” one of the others responded, almost nonchalantly. “Bet they didn’t tell you that in your tour.”

“Jim, each one of these people has been experimented on heavily. You did a good thing getting them out of there.”

“For each one of us, there are a thousand more in the various research facilities,” Aya said dully. Dr. McCoy eyed her.

“So…”

“So what’s up with me?” she asked, looking him in the eye. “My body produces chlorophyll. I’m photosynthetic. Which, umm, leads me to my next question- if you have an on-ship garden, I’ll probably need to sleep there tonight. And every night until you figure out what to do with us.” Kirk and McCoy stared at her. “I need a grow light to photosynthesise? Artificial light does nothing for me. The four of us in the facility who had the same...condition...used to sleep under giant grow lamps, for lack of a better word.”

“I’ll have someone from Engineering set up proper accommodations. Dr. McCoy will want to check you over, first, though. And yes, there is the matter of what we’re going to do with you. You have requested asylum, which we will honour, but we aren’t just going to drop you off at the nearest starbase, not with the chance that the Chikkrans might try to come back and get you.”

“They won’t come for us,” Aya said. “We were all slated for disposal by the end of the month.”

“I’m sorry, disposal?” Kirk asked.

“We had reached the end of our usefulness. Each of our experiments had come to an end. All of the other chlorophylls had already been disposed of. I was the last one. They probably would have studied our bodies, but they won’t send out a ship to come collect us just for that. We’re not that valuable to them.”

McCoy muttered under his breath, and for once, Jim was shocked into silence.

“And people just let this happen on your planet?” McCoy asked angrily. “They just sell their children to these labs, knowing that they’re going to be experimented on and eventually killed to be studied?”

“It is a blessing to be euthanised first and not vivisected,” Ava said quietly. “And as I said, the research facilities pay top dollar, so yes, it is accepted.”

“And there are no laws against it?”

“Not really. Maybe there used to be, but the facilities are too powerful, and the innovations they come out with are too lucrative and too cutting edge to shut them down, not that anyone is willing to try.”

“I’d like to try,” the boy with the implants said.

“As would I,” another one said.

Aya sighed. “Maybe in time our stories can make it out to your- what is it called? Federation? And maybe we can make change. But right now I am just thankful that you saved our lives.” She suddenly looked very tired, and McCoy ordered her into a biobed.

“Until we can get your lamp set up,” he promised. Aya gave him a weak smile. He looked around at the five Chikkrans. “I am not going to hurt any of you. Where I’m from, doctors take an oath to heal, not harm.”

“We will do what we can to set you up with the resources to thrive from here on out,” Kirk added. “Like I said, we’re not just going to abandon you on the next starbase.”

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Rosemary and Rue Re-Read: Part 10

Here’s part 10! As always: possible spoilers up to Night and Silence!

Chapter 20

It’s so bizarre seeing Toby so freaked out about going to the Luidaeg. She’s terrified of the idea! She calls the Luidaeg a demon! And literally the next book she shows up at the Luidaeg’s house with her favourite donuts to hang out.

[Devin] whispered, “Just don’t. You can’t thank me and I wouldn’t let you if you tried, so let’s leave it at this: I won’t let you die. I’m not finished with you. You have something I need too much for that.”

The sad part about that is that he’s being completely honest. Although Devin’s not actually that great at picking assassins, if he wants them to torture Toby into telling them where the hope chest is and then kill her. He’s spending a lot of valuable favours because he can’t be bothered to get reliable henchmen.

Devin lying about telling Sylvester that Toby was okay was actually really smart. It let Toby think that Devin was on her side, while also making sure that the person who would be most able to help her a) didn’t know where she was, and b) if he went looking for her, stretched his resources out enough that he wouldn’t be as effective.

I’m not sure why Toby mentions Blind Michael as a potential suspect here; as far as I remember, Blind Michael hasn’t been seen in centuries, and this doesn’t fit his reputation at all. Maybe it was to make sure that readers remember him for the third book?

There was an odd blankness in his eyes. Before I could really consider what it meant, he continued, “You’re taking Manuel and Dare.”

Toby mentions later when she rides the assassins blood that when Devin’s eyes go blank, it means he’s written someone off and they should already be considered dead. That makes me think that this look means that he’s categorized Manuel and Dare as acceptable losses, and he intentionally sending them with Toby so that they’ll slow her down. Fuuuuuuuck yooooouuuuuuu, Devin.

“Once one of my...” [Devin] chuckled. “You never really left me, did you?” Given that Dare looks up to Toby because she successfully left you, I’m sure you’d love to think that, Devin. I don’t know if Devin understands the concept of someone wanting to stay with someone; he spends too much time making sure people need to stay with him.

Toby mentioned how wearing her clothes wasn’t very effective armour, but it was all she had, and my mind immediately went ‘that’s because you don’t have your jacket yet!!!’ and now I’m forcing myself through these parts with Devin by reminding myself that Toby steals Tybalt’s jacket for so long that she now considers it to be hers, and Tybalt lets her.

We know that Manuel really respected Evening, but I really want to know what Dare thought of her. She doesn’t seem to be nearly as in awe of her as her brother.

Chapter 21

Seeing Toby with Dare and Manuel is really sad. They want to impress her so much! Despite Toby’s best efforts, she’s really charmed by them and is already mostly thinking of them as hers! It’s just - so tragic that their relationship ended the way they did.

Evening was a Countess in name only, with title and land but no subjects. It might just be me, but it feels like Countess Winterrose is, like, Eira’s sockpuppet account.

I really want to know what Evening’s relationship with the Torquills was like. How well did she know them that Connor can easily get in? And that she’d teach him how to turn the lights on in Goldengreen and he didn’t think that was odd?

[Talking about Connor’s arranged marriage to Rayselline]: “That’s not fair.” “That’s how things are. My home Duchy needs the alliance, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my home.” He squared his shoulders, and my heart did a stuttering box step.

I’m fairly sure that this is the first moment where Toby reacts to Connor in a way that shows she’s still attracted to him, and the fact that it’s when he’s talking about fulfilling his obligations to his home Duchy says a lot about Toby and her relationship to duty. (I have A Lot of feelings about Toby, Tybalt, and their relationships to duty/each other, but I’ll talk about that in other book recaps)

I am Not A Fan of Connor trying to push for more from Toby after she told him no. I think it shows that he doesn’t know her as well as he thinks she does - I don’t think Toby would ever be comfortable cheating with someone (even if it was ‘just’ a political marriage), but if she could be convinced to do so, she wouldn’t be talked into it while she’s on a job.

(I’m not gonna lie, I spent a lot of time during Toby and Connor’s scene thinking, ‘well Tybalt wouldn’t have reacted that way’, ‘Tybalt would’ve handled that much better’ so it’s possible I’m a little biased)

The real reason that Toby and Connor wouldn’t work out; not only did Connor not know that Toby was quoting Shakespeare, he also asked why she was quoting him (as if there’s an inappropriate time to quote Shakespeare. (this was definitely a ‘Tybalt would never’ moment)). Clearly, they were doomed from the start.

I’m kind of sad that Toby never actually go to search Goldengreen with the key. I’m willing to bet that Evening kept a lot of things hidden there that you can only find with the key. (This is now making me think that the key will be making a reappearance at some point)

What was the point of the exit that takes you over the cliff? Did Evening just want a convenient way to get rid of people, so she created a doorway that she could pitch people through?

Chapter 22

Most people have better things to do than bother Sylvester, who has a history of permanent solutions to temporary annoyances. First, I really want to know more about Sylvester’s Hero days. Second, Toby is definitely the daughter that took after Sylvester the most. I wonder how much that’s going to annoy August if/when she starts interacting with Toby more?

“Sylvester’s gone to challenge Devin for proof that you’re not dead. I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” Whyyyyyyy did we never get to see that?! I hope Sylvester kicked his ass. (I still want to know what Devin and Sylvester’s relationship was like? Did they only know each other through Toby, or did know each other from before?)

Dare and Manuel meeting Luna is so - auuuuuuuugh. They’re so sweet! And out of their depth! Why couldn’t they have come to live in Shadowed Hiiiiiiiillllllls

I think Toby protesting visiting the Luidaeg is one of the only times she doesn’t immediately do the craziest thing a situation calls for. Maybe she thought that since it worked out with the Luidaeg, it would work for everything else too?

Connor turned toward her, eyes wide. Oh, I forgot that Connor would know the Luidaeg; and have a very, very different relationship with her than Luna.

“You’re too much like your mother. It’s difficult to believe that you’ve managed to live this long.” I want to know how people mean this when they say it. Are they just saying that Amandine is reckless? Or are they trying to get at something else?

Toby trying to look out for her kiiiiiiiiiiiids. And they’re helping her get an early start in corrupting Quentin! (She calls them her kiiiiiiiids WHY did it have to end so BADLY??)

Luna telling Toby to come back safely because she doesn’t want to have to mourn her again is just so - aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhh. They were so sweet! And now they’re so distanced from each other because of their own choices. I don’t really know if I ever want them to fix their relationship, but I do mourn what it once was.

That’s it for this recap! As always, come talk to me about the books!

#October Daye #Rosemary and Rue #ReRead Project

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