#and don't get me started on the fact that out of the three ducklings

[alien-with-headphones]

tbh the pilot was such an episode. it starts with wilson talking, not house - not the literal character that gives the tv show its name. the opening shot (after the cold open) features them walking side by side, inches apart. wilson lies about the patient being his cousin just because he wants house to take the case. "he's your friend, huh?" "yeah." "does he care about you?" "i think so." "you don't know?" "as doctor house likes to say, everybody lies." "it's not what people say, it's what they do." [pause] "yeah. he cares about me." wilson is everywhere: with house's team as he comes back from cuddy's office, in their differential diagnosis room. the episode starts with them and ends with them, too. a paralel to the whole series. someone get me out of here

[copperbadge]

Sam, I must know what sort of things Gerald blogs about on his Tumblr. How old or active is his account? Is his identity a secret?

It's actually a reference to an older post where @dignitywhatdignity pointed out there was no way Ger wasn't on Tumblr. :D Reproduced my response below -- first, Photogram:

I can picture Jerry’s Photogram in my head very clearly because I’ve had to research the children of rich people and their fucking obnoxious instas, and Jerry’s is probably equal parts expensive cars, club glam, and scenic vistas, but mainly because that’s like…what you do. It’s just kind of the done thing, like wearing a shirt when you leave the house. 

Update: Gerald's photogram has shifted radically -- he still treats it as a Thing You Do but especially now that he's a dad it's a lot more Parenting Lifestyle stuff. Because a few of my friends have had babies in the last two years and I had to research the babies my fictional characters were having, the algo now thinks I have baby fever, so I get a lot of Parent Influencer content, and I bet Gerald does a lot of sly fun-poking at that stuff. Like, posting a photo of a bottle warmer and a bib-washing tabletop machine with commentary like "You cannot buy any of this in the shop I don't have, but if you're going to buy one stupid thing as a parent, buy the bib washer. Not a single shirt you own will be unstained but the bibs will be immaculate."

They don't post pictures of Serafina, though -- there are a couple of official portraits for PR reasons but day-to-day that shit is locked to friends and family only. (There are special websites for this, I have friends who use them, it's pretty neat.) The only time random candids of her are out there are usually when someone snaps Michaelis toting her around Fons-Askaz with her cousins -- the "King Emeritus and Royal Ducklings" are becoming a very familiar sight. At least once a week Michaelis takes Noah and Joan out for an afternoon in town with Sera in a snugli and the twins in a stroller. Don't ask him about his stepson and grandkids unless you really want to hear about them.

Meanwhile he also definitely has a secret super-weird tumblr and nobody can figure out if he’s roleplaying or shitposting or what when he posts stuff like “The family groupchat is all well and good until it starts heavily impacting local politics.” Are those horses really his or is he just visiting a barn? Is that…a photo of a plate full of appetizers at “My cousin’s latest house party” with Angela Merkel in the background? He certainly has some strong feelings about Princess Diana and equally strong feelings about Tsar Nicholas. Why is he one of only three people the official Eddie Rambler tumblr follows?

Gerald's tumblr has also slowed down since the diagnosis and becoming a dad, but the content is still random as hell and more authentically wild than his photogram. Again, no photos of Serafina, but it's very evident that whoever is running that particular tumblr has had a kid, or is pretending they have. He gets asks accusing him of faking shit for clout and every time he does, his response is simply to write the ask on a sheet of paper in longhand and photograph it in front of a famous European landmark and/or political figure.

Alanna tolerates this because it does keep him out of mischief and sometimes he takes Serafina with him to whatever landmark he's visiting, and she gets to have a quiet apartment to herself for a while.

(”Eddie Rambler’s on tumblr?” someone asks, and someone else replies “Name me one other TV chef brave AND stupid enough to be on tumblr” and then you realize it is in fact the official Eddie Rambler tumblr saying that.)

Eddie doesn't post to his official Tumblr anymore because he rarely has time and doesn't need to do the self-promotion, but Katie in Communications checks his inbox once a week and brings him the most entertaining asks to respond to. He's currently hovering somewhere around the level of Neil Gaiman in terms of "Famous people who are inexplicably on Tumblr."

Ultimately there develops a running joke that Jerry’s tumblr is run by either a) an upper-class vampire (rude) or b) the elected king of a micronation on the Mediterranean coast with a name nobody can spell (super rude!) 

One time Gerald accidentally pocket-posted a blurry selfie to his Tumblr but it was so poorly focused and clearly accidental that a bunch of people got mad at him for violating the privacy of the Duke of Shivadlakia. He had to pretend to have a week-long beef with himself to save face. He eventually got Noah to take a selfie with him, blanked out Noah's face, and then claimed the Duke had forgiven him and here was a selfie with him as proof.

It's a hard old life, being Duke of Shivadlakia, but someone's got to do it.

[junipers-archive]

Hi !!! I love your fics so much! They make me physically feel things and that’s the best feeling 🥹 if you do requests could you write something with Spencer where his gf is still at uni and just really overwhelmed with studying or writing stuff because she procrastinates do badly and she like blames herself but he makes it all better and looks after her ?🥹

Thank you sm!! honestly I needed this bc I've been over-working myself too :')

You were tired, no, beyond tried you were drained, worn out and fatigued. But to be fair, it was your own fault, you were the one who had insisted on persuing a phd, but unlike Spencer it was your first one. And you didn't think it'd be this hard.

But thats beside the fact, as of current you were on your way to meet said boyfriend for lunch.

When you finally get to the agreed resturaunt you can barley hold yourself up, it'd been a tough night you'd had three exams upcoming and you'd unwisely decided to pull an all-nighter.

When you see him a wave of relief follows as you basically flop against him. And maybe its the way you start to shake or the silent sighs you let out while clinging to him but you don't realize he's led you back to your car until you look up.

"Where are your keys?" he's looking down at you with a concerned expression and you can't hold back your tears now.

"W-what are you doing?"

He tilts his head like you've said the most absurd thing in the world, finding the keys in your purse and opening the car.

Once you're both inside he finally answers, "We are going home."

You feel terrible, all he wanted to do was eat lunch, he took time out of his busy schedule and now he has to take care of you?

"You-You don't have to Spence, I-I'm sorry, I just, I had a hard time studying because my professor she wanted an essay by the end of the week and I procrastinated and it's all my fault i'm so stupid-"

He silences you as he puts his hand over yours, reaching over as he drives you both home, squeezing it comfortingly.

"I know. I know Y/n, I was a phd student too and I know. And you're not stupid, you're just tired. It's okay to be tired."

Those words alone make your heart clench.

When you get home to your shared apartment he carries you bridal style despite your attempts to disuade him.

He lays you down on your couch, placing the fluffiest blanket you own on top. Kissing your forehead as he relieves you of his warm arms.

"I'll be right back." You're about to argue for him to go back to work but he pecks your lips, letting them linger sweetly before you can.

He returns with his hands filled with your favorite tea, two facemasks, an entire cookie can, a menu and more.

About to question him he answers like he can read your mind,

"For take out! Remember that Chinese place we were looking at?"

He sits down on the other side of the comfy sage couch, lifting your feet to rest on his lap and replacing your thin no-show socks with fuzzy penguin ones, turning on the tv he hands you the remote.

The tea is placed beside you on the coffee table, the cookie can sits between you and once he orders from the menu he helps you apply the face masks.

Funnily enough he grabbed the only ones you had that were animal themed, and when you're both 'exfoliating' and relaxing he looks like panda and you a duckling.

You watch 'Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi' and he answers the door when the takeout gets there.

As you're eating Kung-pow chicken, snuggled against him, now changed into your comfiest pjs you realize you'd forgotten to say thank you. But nothing seems like a big enough thanks for what he's done, so you reach over to squeeze his hand, and he gets it instantly.

"There's no need, its my job to take care of you. I love you. You're my person." And he's smiling and he's perfect and you think then that you could sit here in this moment for the rest of your life.

[baby--charchar]

Middle!Charlie and the beautiful, gorgeous, oh-so-coveted Pink Hair

Big Charlie thinks appearance is a huge part of business! She wants to look professional and respectable, in order for others (especially Heaven) to start taking her and the hotel seriously. Clean, well-kept hair pulled back, well manicured nails, and of course, her beautiful candy apple red suits, which are dry cleaned and ironed religiously. It's all part of her ✨️brand✨️!

Middle!Charlie? Oh hell no! Her style is just so...different. All the suits and dress shoes just feel so stuffy and old. And Charlie HATES getting stuck in them when she accidently regresses midday.

Actually, clothes were one of the biggest hints that vaggie got that Charlie was regressing into middlespace originally. When she's LITTLE little, it's so obvious. The crying, the clinginess, her fascination with toys and Disney. But middle!Charlie is more subtle. The clothes were the first hint because Charlie just woke up one day complaining how her suits were "gross" and "old looking," but everything from her little wardrobe was "dumb" and "for babies."

Middle Charlie is anywhere from 9 to 13, but usually hovers around the lower range.

She wants to wear bright, cheerful things that match all that energy she has! She's drawn to pastels, neons, and an ungodly amount of glitter. One of her favorite outfits when she's feeling middle is pink leggings with gold foil hearts on them, a bright blue cat ear hoodie, and having her hair half-up in a bunny ear scrunchie.

She's drawn to Angel and Cherri whenever she's in her middle range because they're just so cool! Yeah, they wear really cool outfits and do their make up every night to go party. But beyond that! They just radiate big brother and big sister energy and Charlie ends up following them around the hotel like a little duckling.

She's totally adorable, so they don't have a problem with her sticking around. They know to watch what they say around her; no drug or sex talk when she's around just on principle. No cussing either, but that one's because Vaggie warned them not to. Other than that, they all love music, dancing, karaoke, watching anime, all sorts of fun stuff for a "chill" night in at the hotel.

Cherri especially is like the coolest big sister to Charlie. She teaches her dances from KPOP videos and is always down to do her hair and nails. Charlie admires her a ton, and always mentions how she wishes she could dress like her. Especially her pink hair!!! Middle Charlie is just so obsessed with her ombre pink ponytail!!!

Cherri makes one fatal mistake, one comment that sends Charlie spiraling and Vaggie after her with a pitchfork: "Ya know, you could probably rock some pink too. You probably wouldn't even need to lighten your hair."

"....."

"You could do just the ends, or maybe a little peekaboo in the back?"

Cue the spiraling. Three hours of "Please, please, please, PLEASE!!! PLEASE PINK HAIR?! PLEASE?!" at Daddy and Vaggie. Daddy wasn't sure one way or another, he just hoped this didn't mean a resurgence of the dreaded Emo Phase.

Vaggie put her foot down. "Not tonight, no. We can think about it later. But for now, the answer is no. End of discussion."

Vaggie didn't REALLY have a problem with it. In fact, she thought it'd be cute. But she firmly believes that littles and middles can't be making big choices like that. At the very least, she wanted to hear what Charlie thought about it when she WASN'T regressed.

Of course, this did not sit well with Charlie. "It's not fair!!! I'm not THAT little!!! It's MY hair!!! YOU'RE SO MEAN, VAGGIE!!! YOU NEVER LET ME DO WHAT I WANT!!! UGH!!!" *stomp stomp stomp upstairs*

Vaggie was not even phased, she's used to a little drama from her princessa. She secretly thinks that Charlie uses her as sounding board for all her mommy issues when she's in her middle space. Which is fine, get it all out now and maybe it won't be such a shit show when Lilith actually returns.

ANNNYYYYWAYYYY.........grumpy middle Charlie immediately apologizes when Vaggie gets upstairs and has a big cathartic cry session before passing out for the night.

The next day, Vaggie breaches the topic of dying her hair. Charlie...doesn't know now. Part of her still really wants it....it'd look so cute.....just a little pink. But what about the hotel and heaven? Would people take her seriously with hair like that?

(Vaggie called it. Littles and middles can't be consenting for bigs!)

Charlie thinks on it long and hard. Everytime she regresses she comes back to wanting pink hair. Even baby Charlie reaches for Cherri's pink hair when she sees it! It's just...so cute!

Eventually Big Charlie says, "Screw it, let's do this! I want pink!"

So next time Charlie's middle, Cherri's whipping out the dye, the ratty towels, the gloves, the foils, the brushes and mixing bowl, etc. Girl knows what she's doing!

They decide on peekaboo in the back. That way Charlie can actually get a lot of pink but still hide it easily if she needs to be super professional. Vaggie's there to supervise.

AND CHARLIE LOVES IT!!! Once it's rinsed and dried, she's showing off to anyone who'll listen. "Daddy, look at my hair! Husk, Alastor, look! I got pink hair! Angel, angel, do you see my hair? Look! Cherri did it, she made it pink!!!"

The next morning, Vaggie catches Charlie hovering by the bathroom mirror with a grin, and muttering, "Pink, pink...! Omg...it's really pink!" Vaggie just smirks at her little princessa.

[gaemms-chamois]

random unorganized darknights trio + paprika musings bc sometimes i'm hit with like a pang of Brief Worry that i'm completely misinterpreted blabla that usually doesn't last too long bc i then go back to my state of I'm Just Vibing but ig at some point i just gotta let it out publicly once and be done with it lol

this is messily written Please Understand this isn't meant to be a grand thought piece

fuuuck ok well this is like very specifically abt the w, ines & paprika part now

like don't get me wrong on this. i joke abt wines moms and stuff but i dont genuinely mean it in the way of wahh wow littol family for reals kinda deal?

less on wines 'adopting' paprika, moreso paprika imprinting on them like a duckling after she was saved by them. paprika adopted them lmao. i cannot possibly interpret either w or ines as Maternal in such a way.

it's moreso that i think it's nice that this little sarkaz merc became part of the story, a girl who all her life since she was infected at a young age, was presented with becoming a mercenary being basically the only option for her.

and then, as annoying as w can be, being shown that she does have different options.

i just think it's sweet that paprika, judging by her voicelines, clearly looks up to w and ines. which is just amplified by the fact that w and ines are notoriously not the most popular people on rhodes lol. and she calls w annoying but still keeps knitting stuff and wanting to gift food to her. like if she often seeks out w and ines to tell them how well she did on something, when they are on the ship, etc. that'd at least indicate that those two humor her.

ALSO IT'S UNOFFICIAL BUT SHOUTOUT TO THAT LITTLE CHUZENJI ART WITH PAPRIKA AND W, INES & TOTTER WEARING KNITTED HATS SO CUTE

OKAY WOO DARKNIGHTS MERCENARY TRIO AND STUFF

cool yeah obviously i fucking love them. i'm not very good at words though and i tend to keep my more elaborate thoughts to just discussions between friends who know how i tick djsfhdfs

just the other day i was smiling to myself during a walk bc holy shit all three are actually playable now and that's not just wishful thinking anymore. anyway chapter 13 also happened and more stuff with the trio happened and Cool Lots of things Happening and my brain is full

they're so found family to me, like in an utterly unconventional way. i mean c'mon with how they act sometimes like- ykno. but like have y'all seen the new furniture set and descriptions that came with hoederer's release it made me go insanse.

but i think especially in ines' case it just kinda highlights that best. considering ines' arts can figure people out (putting that in rather vague terms), it truly means something when someone with her capabilities and temperament has people she chooses to stick by and actually trust. even if she pretends she doesn't by verbally denying it.

like waugh Okay they have a lot to unpack and shit but with them being reunited (take that, W file that said W needs companionship but her friends aren't around anymore) and having a COMPARATIVELY more ""relaxed"" life than before (that one Hoederer file where he just has rather regular days on rhodes), it's just nice to imagine they can finally have something better and figure stuff out. as complicated as the three of them are.

with that said i think it's a given that i despise a nuclear family treatment of the three (aka mom ines, dad hoederer, daughter w).

for one with me being highly doubtful w was a kid/teen at the start of darknights (young? sure, but not that young), which just seems like such a...widespread belief that i really do not get? arknights always put a LOT of emphasis on when a character's story was about them being a kid, 0 of that with w. like something about her expression and big cloak just gave people some different impression, even though she literally keeps looking the same aside from a change of clothes. only instance of w being called a kid during that time i can think of is that one boiler worker in her files but that seems way more like any typical old guy calling anyone on the younger side a kid. hell, even hoederer was called young in darknights, like in a sarkaz's lifespan i can believe that.

and also...hoederer had somewhat of a mentor-like role for w, but if anyone tries to tell me ines ever acted maternal towards w i will chew through your walls. read through darknights memoir and actually pay attention to ines, both w AND ines were pettyass women and they made that so very clear. cannot fathom how anyone can see ines as having been motherly towards w

seriously just feels like a case of Well there is man and there is woman....and this other character so clearly these are mom, dad and kid.

that's not even me being biased towards w/ines, just how i objectively see it. hell, i even ENJOY ines/hoederer, but my enjoyment of it is limited bc for some reason ppl like to make it weird by shoving w in as some daughter. i promise it's completely possible to like ines/hoederer without trying to fit in w as a kid figure

anyways yeah like cool i like these characters I Guess. Look at them

[silvergolddraco28]

LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 12- Swan Wings

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"Vaggie~! Oh where are you~, I've just had the best idea~!" Charlie announced rushing into the lounge with a spring to every step.

"Oh no. This can't be good." Angel soured upon noticing the very preppy princess from the bar. "Let me guess, it's not about killing the baby?"

"What?! No!" Her eyes widening at such a prosperous idea. "We have a new guest at the hotel! Three in fact! Since...Well..." Charlie trailed before quickly returning her dazzled smile. "You get the point! It's only right we give dad, Mr. King, and the little bundle of joy, a very warm welcome by throwing a party!" The princess exclaimed and clapped to the befuddled room.

Angel instantly perked at the idea of a 'party.' "If there's booze I'm in!"

"I don't think he drinks Angel… A-And even so! I don't think that's a good call-" But the spider had already stopped listening, a clear scheme running through his mind as he went to go get 'ready' for the so-called party. This left Charlie slightly pouting at the spider’s back. ‘At least everyone else is still here. But where did Vaggie go?’

Above the rest of the group was Lucifer who paid minimal attention to the growing conversations below far too invested in carving ducklings into the balcony. ‘It just added more pizazz to the hotel!’ He seemed to justify more so to himself than anything else.

“Ducks make much more sense now that I can see your wings up close.” Wukong’s voice stated from behind the fallen angel.

“WOAHH WOAHH!” Lucifer jumped, his wings spreading out in surprise catching him from falling off the balcony. "I wasn't doing anything!" He squeaked before seeing who it was behind him and straightened with a cough. "Ya CAN'T just sneak up on me like that Monkey Man!!" Pointing an accusing finger with no real threat or malice Lucifer grinned. "Teach me how to do that sometime- wait what's up with my wings?" He asked slightly puzzled and amused as he finally registered the statement the other had spoken.

Wukong chuckled. “I'm surprised you haven't even noticed. Your feathers are just like a duck’s even though the coloration is more in tune with swan feathers.” Wukong pointed out.

Lucifer let out a hearty laugh craning his neck to peer at the ruffles he could see. "You'd think with all the crafting and attention to detail I do I'd notice!" There seemed to be a glow coming from the fallen angel at the mention of the comparison. For whatever reason it seemed to soothe and appeal to him greatly

“Seeing as I now have your attention, I'm going out on a limb here and going with the fact you have no idea what exactly happened to me other then the general idea of lashing out at heaven and being punished for it?” Wukong asked the fallen angel while noting everyone else down below was gawking at him. He couldn't partly help that since he was using his nimbus cloud to speak with Lucifer who hadn't even noticed he was airborne just yet. ‘Gonna have to help Lucifer become more aware of his actions and surroundings until they are ingrained into his everyday life.’ Wukong mentally noted partly wondering if Lucifer himself was even aware that he might be neurodivergent or possibly on the spectrum. Wukong knew that he himself had a form of ADHD since the discovery was made by mortal doctors.

"YeeeeP! Sounds about right!" Lucifer noted as he leaned against the balcony, his intrigue peaking as to where this would go. His ‘full’ attention now on the airborne simian. Though ‘full attention’ would be incorrect as the reigning king had not ‘fully taken the simian in’ as he listened to Wukong talk of old pranks.

The princess from below couldn't help but marvel at the two royals who talked as if they were old friends. It was sweet. Where was there even to start with their newcomer's abilities!? It was insane! She would have to ask him about it all later.

Wukong smirked, refocusing from the off-topic things. “Why don't we settle down where the rest of the group can listen in on my story? They will all find out one way or another. All I ask is for minimal interruptions.” Wukong requested.

"OO! OO! YES! YES! PLEASE!" Charlie excitedly clapped as she called from below. This was the perfect opportunity to hear more from their esteemed guest!

There was a flash of hesitancy from Lucifer who seemed a little reluctant to leave his unfinished work so early- though the monkey man had charmed him considerably. "Ah what the hell of course!" Lucifer straightened with a beaming smile.

"I'll go gather the others! The lounge is a perfect place!" Charlie squealed, dragging the Husk and Pentious behind her while making a mental note to text Angel, Nifty, and Vaggie to come to the lounge. It would be a nice break for everyone too! ‘Everyone listening and bonding together after that awful news of the new extermination date… This is just too perfect to pass up!’

"COMING RIGHT DOWN PUMPKIN! Don't you worry your pretty little head monkey man! You leave those interruptions to me!" No doubt his methods of hushing the group would be�� unseemly.

Wukong chuckled as he floated down trying to recall the simple shadow puppet spell Mihou would use with his plays trailing beside Lucifer to the lounge area watching a chaos as he stayed near Lucifer absently running his fingers with tender care through Lucifer’s ruffled wings.

With the group finally stationed after some fidgeting and a minor fight/wrestling match over the one of the couches and various chairs Charlie had gathered with a few pillows on the floor for Pentious’ eggs. As excited as she was, she couldn't help but grow a little antsy... Vaggie still hadn't shown nor answered her text and it was beginning to worry her. Had she gotten herself into some kind of trouble? Was she well? She began to chew her thumbnail a little as her anxious thoughts spread. The other person missing was Angel but know him he was taking his time.

Charlie glanced up as the very sinner she was wondering about came down the stairs. ‘Think of him and he will appear more or less.’ She thought watching Angel saunter into the lounge, outfit as eye-catching as ever while simultaneously being not the most appropriate. He immediately noticed the set up, his gaze falling to the princess. "The fuck's all this about?"

"Angel!" Charlie brightened, herding him to a spare seat in between Pentious and Husk. The pair instantly grimaced. "Mr. King is about to tell us a story!!" Charlie beamed, which caught the spider sinner’s attention instantly.

"Well, well! I'd never miss it for the world~." Angel grinned.

"NOW THAT'S THE SPIRIT! ANGIE!" Lucifer beamed, removing himself from the wall he had been near, his wings retracting even though Wukong had absently groomed the wings while waiting, evident by the small pile of red and white feathers being swept up by his tail. "Now folks I'd like for the room to remain very quiet while our resident monkey man talks! Oh so help me I will drag you through the seven rings of hell and castrate you.~" Lucifer sang to an eerily still room. "Just kidding you guys! But really though I want silence."

“Are we just waiting on the young swan then?” Wukong questioned taking note that Nifty was simply running around the room with a large sewing needle chasing something, Angel and Husk had taken a couch together with Pentious coiled on the ground on some pillows with his eggs after moving himself off the couch to not be right next to the spider sinner. Lucifer had taken an overstuffed chair while Charlie sat alone on the other couch obviously waiting for her mate to join them. Wukong’s eyes glowed a flaming gold as he looked through the building and came across Vaggie on the roof of the building looking to be trying to cut off her wings. ‘Oh no you don't!’ Wukong thought holding out a hand and in a blink Vaggie entered a portal on the floor of the roof only to pop out from the other end of the portal that appeared above the couch plopping her beside Charlie with her wings out and puffed up. “No cutting off your wings! Those take ages to grow back.” Wukong admonished her.

"Has she always had that?" Angel barely whispered as he sidled closer to Husk who in turn irked a curious brow giving off a rumble that only seemed to be between them. The rest of the room openly gawped.

"HoooOOLY!- Well now, THAT! Was an unexpected twist!" Surprise rang in Lucifer's tone but he gave nothing more away of whatever he was thinking with his expression. ‘How did I not notice she wasn't even a sinner?’

Vaggie in turn had not budged as she sat rigid alongside her uncharacteristically quiet partner. Shame seemed to color in her eyes knowing very well she could never deny what she had been doing. Wukong could probably see through any fib she told. Only adding insult to an almost inflicted injury, her weapon soon fell through the very same portal she came, clattering to the floor beside her.

Wukong simply got behind her eyes still glowing as he moved her hair to check the damage. “You’re very lucky you didn't end up bleeding out. Never have I been happier to have a dulling rune placed on a weapon when aimed at its owner.” Wukong stated as he bit his thumb and let a few drops of dark golden blood drip to the open scratches along the base of her wings where bright neon yellow blood seeped out. The golden blood simply overpowered the neon yellow as her cuts healed up without any hint of scarring.

"Is this part of the show you reckon? Because holy shit it's good." Angel murmured to Husk who in turn regarded him with an equally open stare.

"You can't be serious right?" The two fell into a whisper battle whilst a certain fallen angel watched the tense ‘demon’ from across the room. His eyes swept over her wings for any other damage that Wukong might have missed because of the feathers or simply because the monkey was more focused on the base she had been trying to cut through.

“You take care of these Wings little swan. Wings manifested through love are much stronger than wings born from honorless duty.” Wukong stated. His words barely soothing the young one eyed angel.

Lucifer could feel her regret, her anguish, the crawling turmoil. There was so much guilt which loomed it was suffocating but he truly regarded her. To go to an extreme length to harm oneself on account of the actions of another? In the end the same person bore the heavy load. He knew the feeling all too well. In a surprising turn he could feel Charlie's anger. No doubt she also had questions and like the rest of them wanted answers as to who such a monster was.

“When you are ready I'd like to know who was the one that ripped out your old wings and your crown. I can already guess your missing eye was taken at the same time.” Wukong gently requested.

Vaggie flinched, feeling the specs of blood from Wukong. The searing pain she had once welcomed, hoping to overcome the weight of her actions, is now gone. She kept her eyes trained to the floor, she couldn't bear any sort of pitying look or one of disgust bestowed upon her. She focused on Wukong's words, a growing warmth behind her she hadn't noticed before.

"Oh Vaggie," Charlie choked out a murmur as she entwined their hands together. Her eyes brimmed with furious tears as she gently stroked her partner's hand. There would be a time for more but she wanted to comfort her as best as she could.

Though the memory still haunted her, Vaggie steeled herself to raise her head when addressing Wukong. He deserved it and so much more despite her carelessness. She opened her mouth to speak, surprised by a single tear which fell as she could only confirm his judgment of events. "-It was." A fear consumed her at the realization she would need to explain how it had occurred. It was one thing to be a fallen angel and another to be the very angel who had been part of hell's countless exterminations. How could she face them all and explain? How could Charlie ever look at her the same? She couldn't stand such a weakness of display from herself no less but there was something so familiar and genuine about the celestial it wiped away any shame she felt. She would beg him for mercy.

“When you are ready Little Swan. We are here to hear my story anyway. So simply listen to mine and if you feel better afterward you can tell yours.” Wukong stated patting Vaggie on the head. With that said Wukong took a seat in the single remaining chair and let his magic flow.

TBC…

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[getvalentined]

Reblogs trimmed off to keep the post from stretching the dash; I was tagged by @sephirthoughts!

Do you have a pet?

There are five creatures living with me if you only count those in the phylum Chordata; if we extend that out to the entire kingdom of Animalia, there are seven because of the two enormous beetle larvae my sister is caring for!

In order of age from youngest to oldest, not counting the grubs because I can't find a photo, here they are!

Seem, aka Babygirl, who we basically got from the trash:

Purra, full name Purramid Head, resident cryptid:

Sheik, aka duckling, known on tumblr as Kisses You:

Turtle, aka Mama Tortuga, Purra's mother who baby trapped us in 2020:

Aaaand Rygdea, aka Ryg, aka Rygadoon, aka My Idiot Son Who Has Every Disease:

Comfort food?

Uhhhh do drinks count? Iced matcha latte if I'm making it myself or sweet matcha frappe if I'm buying it. If drinks don't count then probably leek and potato soup! I make a really good leek and potato soup.

How many languages do you speak?

Just the one! I have broken knowledge of an additional three but not enough to get by so it doesn't count. Alas, I am a monoglot.

Random fact about yourself?

I've cut my own hair since 2019 because I wound up with the most Asian hair texture of anyone in my family and no one in my area knows how to do anything with it. Honestly pretty annoying, but I've gotten pretty good with a set of clippers over the years.

Something you're proud of?

I'm not dead yet and honestly that's an achievement in and of itself. For something a little less existential, and at risk of annoying everyone by talking about it again, I recently finished writing an 80k word multi-chapter FF7 fanfic! I started it just shy of one year ago, kind of on a whim, and it snowballed out of control into something that has since become really important to me.

I'm not tagging anyone this time because I am very eepy.

Tag game because I want to know you better !

-Do you have a pet ?

-Comfort food ?

-How many languages do you speak ?

- Random fact about yourself

-Something you’re proud of

To begin this little tag game, I’ll tag @ebony-reine-vibes @freddie-77-ao3 @newobsessioneveryweek @thehaikuman and @miraclesnail

I hope the questions aren’t boring and love you all 😘

[demonfamilytherapist]

What's in a Name?

"Excellent work, Maria."

The room froze. Asmo looked up from where he was doing Beel's nails, Levi and Mammon paused in their card game, and even Belphie cracked open an eyelid. Satan kept on reading, only looking up when the tension in the room thickened.

"What did you say, Lucifer?" Mammon asked. He didn't even notice that he'd lowered his cards, his terrible hand now visible to the whole room.

Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking between his brothers and Duck, who seemed as confused as he was.

"Duck completed their study into magically altering fungus DNA to create bio-luminescence without damaging the reproductive process of the fungi," Lucifer explained, which seemed to help no one. "I was merely complimenting their work."

His brothers stared in silence, save for Satan, who had returned to his book.

"I am capable of appreciating good work when it is done," Lucifer added with a scowl.

"Lucifer's obvious favouritism aside..."

"...That's not what you said."

Beel finished Belphie's thought, the twins bearing identical looks of bewilderment.

"You called our Duck 'Maria'!" Asmo accused, nail polish brush waving dramatically, sending a drop right into Mammon's coffee.

"I did," Lucifer agreed.

"Calling someone by the wrong name on purpose is pretty cold..." Levi muttered. Duck appeared to have put the pieces together around the same time as Lucifer - they hid their amusement by hiding their smile behind their hand and turning aside - a smile that, for once, only Lucifer could see.

It warmed something in Lucifer's chest, even as the ridiculousness of the situation started to give him a headache.

His brothers' interpreted Duck's reaction as distress, made worse when her shoulders started shaking from repressed laughter.

"Hey, ignore him. His attitude ain't your fault."

"Y-you can tell me all about bio-luminescence if you want! I think there's this new anime out that has glowing mushrooms-"

"You should come up to the attic with Beel and I. Lucifer can stay here and be a jerk."

Asmo dropped the nail polish onto the table - thankfully covered by paper towel - and threw his arms around Duck.

"Don't worry, love! I'll never forget your name. In fact, why don't we go to my room and I can say it as much as you like!"

"Hey, hands off-"

Mammon's growl was cut off as Levi pushed the table into him in his haste to stand, glaring at Asmo.

"No PDA!"

"Guys, I don't think we should be worried about that right now." Beel also rose to his feet, making sure Belphie didn't flop down onto the couch cushions. But before he could join Asmo in comforting Duck, she burst out laughing.

Duck doubled over, out of Asmo's grip - her face quickly turning red, her hand reaching for Lucifer's chair to keep herself upright.

While their brothers stared in confusion, Satan finally put down his book. Lucifer put his head in his hands - both due to the ongoing headache and to hide his own amusement.

"Did none of you read Duck's file upon their arrival?" Satan asked, the opportunity to hold something over his brothers never one he would miss.

"I - hm - can understand Belphie, but it's been 10 months, guys," Duck managed, trying to control their laughter.

"No, don't try to pull some bullshit, you three," Mammon protested, still holding his stomach from where the table had dug into him. "Duck introduced themselves as Duck."

"And Lord Diavolo called them Duck right away!" Asmo agreed.

"Preferred name," Lucifer, Satan, and Duck said at the same time.

"But..." Beel blinked, looking very much like a kicked puppy, and Duck felt bad enough to give a better explanation.

"I go by Duck with pretty much everyone and it's the name I prefer to use. Maria is the name my parents gave me. I don't hate it, but... I don't think it really suits me." Duck shrugged. "Please don't change how you call me."

"Maria will be the name under which any papers Duck writes are published, however," Lucifer added.

"How do you get Duck from Maria though?" Levi asked.

"You don't, you get it from duckling."

"Who called you duckling, then?" Even as Belphie asked, he was much more concerned with making grabby hands at Beel, Asmo, or Duck - anyone who would come over and be a nice, warm pillow.

"My mum, since I was always following behind her."

"Oh, that's just darling!" Asmo cooed, settling onto the couch besides Duck, Beel on her other side, with Belphie using him once again as a pillow. Over Duck, Asmo painted Beel's nails once more.

"You mentioned having brothers too," Beel said thoughtfully.

"And a sister."

"What's your mother like?"

Asmo's question is swiftly forgotten about when Satan knocks into his elbow and spills nail polish over Duck's shirt.

"Satan! Be careful! Duck's poor shirt!" Asmo protested, already putting away the polish and dabbing gently at the fabric, getting the excess off.

"It's actually Mammon's shirt..."

Duck's admission drew another round of noise - Mammon cursed, Levi demanded to know why they were wearing his shirt, Asmo reached to spill more nail polish onto the shirt, and Belphie complained about the volume.

In the commotion, Duck shot a grateful look at Satan. If he'd read her file, then he'd know exactly why she wanted to avoid that topic right now.

Satan smiled back, their exchange easy to miss in the chaos of the living room. It was only Lucifer who witnessed it.

“I’m going to get changed. Best put this in the wash right away.” Duck gently shooed Asmo’s hands away so she could stand, Belphie protesting quietly when the move shifted the couch.

“Why were you wearing Mammon’s shirt in the first place?” Levi complained again, their card game forgotten in favour of scowling at his brother. Mammon looked smug, even with his clear blush.

“Levi, like half my wardrobe is from Mammon, Beel, or you,” Duck pointed out. “Because someone didn’t give me a heads up to pack.”

“And your feedback has been noted,” Lucifer said, already back to the paperwork before him.

“Literally everyone else had warni- okay. We’re not talking about this again.” Duck forced herself to leave the room before resurrecting that old argument. Asmo started after her, but remembered Beel’s nails needed doing, so sat back down.

For a moment, there is silence among the brothers.

“Maria,” Mammon muttered.

“Maria,” Asmo cooed.

“Duck told us to keep calling them Duck,” Beel reminded his brothers, eyebrows drawn together.

“And we will! There’s just always something new to learn about our human, hm?” Asmo smiled, legs swinging while he squeezed Beel’s hand.

“You could’ve learned it before you even met them,” Satan pointed out, and was ignored.

Lucifer followed Duck out of the room, but headed to the kitchen instead. He felt another headache coming on.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 28

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

List of OCs for this series

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: Caspian talks with his crush, and Jace goes to the principal's office?

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

"Bye mom! Love you." Jace hollers as him and his brothers leave for school.

"Bye kids! Have a good day!" You yell. It's been two weeks sine the first day of school. Ben went home a last week.

"Okay you losers I told Chris we'd take June to the bus stop with us so first we go to their house." Caspian explains as he lightly pushes his brothers. Chris has a online interview that is at the same time as the bus gets there.

"Okay but Matty is sitting with her on the bus this time, they're the same age. I've been being picked on for sitting with her on the bus." Jace says pouting. Caspian looks at him.

"Whos picking on you? And how long have kids been bullying you?"

"Since last year, and his name doesn't matter." Jace shrugs as they open the gate that leads to Chris' front yard.

"Why did no one tell me?" Caspian asks looking at his brother, appalled by the news.

"It doesn't matter." Jace argues.

"No Jace it does matter, your my brother only Connor and I are allowed to bully you. So you tell me next time that boy picks on you and I'll deal with it."

"Mom already tried talking to the school, I've told teachers no one will listen."

"That's why I'm gonna talk to the boy not the school."

"Caspian!"

"What or you solve the problem. We've been wrestling your whole life just do that... With no mercy tho." Captain smirks as he knocks on the front door.

"Okay." Jace agrees.

"Hi!" June opens the door grinning.

"Hey there duckling!" Caspian grins.

"Hi June!" Connor smiles.

"Hi!" She exclaims.

"Hey boys." Chris walks over smiling. "Bye Lovebug, have a great day." Chris kneels hugging her. "Bye boys have a great day at school." He grins at them.

"What no hug." Caspian jokes.

"You want a hug?" Chris smirks, Caspian shakes his head giggling. "I think that's a yes right kids?" He asks the younger three.

"Definitely!" Jace says.

"Yeah." Connor nods. June just smiles nodding. Chris smirks pulling Caspian into a hug and ruffling his hair with his first. Caspian pushes his hand away but was grinning.

"Okay you better get going now, bye kids! Have a great day!" Chris releases Caspian who fixes his hair before they four kids started their walk.

———

Caspian sits on the bus unable to stop thinking about the fact Jace was being bullied and no one told him. Sure he's been being bullies and he didn't tell anyone but that's different. He doesn't have a big brother to scare off bullies. He also doesn't want you worrying, especially not now that he knows Jace is being bullied. Caspian looks up and smiles at his friend/crush, Cassie. He met her over the summer.

"Hey Cas!"

"Hey Caspian, this seat taken?" She asks him.

"Nope."

"Okay." She grins sitting next to him.

"Want to sit together at lunch?" He asks her.

"Yeah sure." He smiles before looking outside the window.

——

Jace was busy playing basketball with his friends during recess. Connor was playing with his friends on the swings. June and Matty were playing together when this older boy, fifth graders walked up to them.

"Hey I heard you dad is captain america?" One of them asks June.

"He was but now my uncle Anthony is!" June says happily.

"Your lying. You're not related to them." The older boy scoffs.

"Yes she is I met him!" Matty argues.

"Shut up." The older boy pushes Matty out of the way.

"Hey!" June frowns.

"Leave them alone Josh." Jace walks over and stands behind June looking at the boys. "You can mess with me all you want but you don't get to mess with them."

"What are you gonna do cry to your daddy? Oh wait you don't have one." Josh laughs. Jace clenches his fist glaring at him.

"At least my dad isn't a drunk like yours!"

"Whatever, go away I wasn't talking to you." The other boy pushes him. Jace punches the boys. This gathered the attention of other kids on the playground. Connor runs over pulling Matty and June away from the fighting boys.

They wrestle around in the grass with a crowd of other students watching. It only takes a few seconds before a teacher notices and come pull Jace off of Josh. She takes both boys to the nurses office before taking them to the principal's office.

—

You answer the phone concerned as to why the boy's school was calling you. Did something happen? Your mind rang through the possibilities as you answered the phone.

"This is Y/n L/n-Richardson." You say into the phone as you step away from your work.

"Hello, this is Jace and Connor's principal. Jace got into a fight and I need you to come in." Jace got into a fight... It must've been with one of those boys you think.

"Okay I'll be there soon." You say. You go tell your boss and clock out before hurrying to the school. You mind was racing, was he hurt? What if he gets expelled or suspended? Did he win? What was this fight about? You push the thoughts away as you park your mini-van. You hurry into the building and to the principal's office. "Jace? What happened?" You knelt in front of him reaching a hand up to move the ice pack he was holding at his eye.

"You know the bully I told you about?" He asks you quietly. "Well he was messing with June and Matty and, I saw him push Matt so I came over to intervene and well he ended up pushing me so I punched him and well he fought back... Until Ms. K pulled me off of him. I waited until he put his hands on me so it's self defense! Dad told me that!"

"Baby. I'm proud of you for standing up for them and yourself. And your dad was right." You kiss the top of his head. "Keep that ice on your eye, it's starting to swell."

"Okay!" He grins at you, relieved that you weren't mad. But how could you be, the school was refusing to stop the bully. You also loved that he stood up for June and Matt. You will have to tell Maya and Chris though. You look over at the other boy, he held a towel to his nose and you could see a bruise forming around his eye. A woman walks into the room. You look at him, must be the boy's dad.

"Hi, I'm Jace's mom." You stand up to shake her hand.

"Alyssa, Josh's mom." She shakes your hand.

"Ms. L/n and Ms. Vance come inside office so we can talk." The principal requests.

"Jace I'll be right back baby." You head into the office.

"So you both know why you're here?"

"Yeah her kid started a fight with my precious baby." The other mom says glaring at you.

"Your kid has been bullying mine since last school year." You look at her.

"Okay settle down. Ms. L/n-Richardson, Jace is Suspended for a week we have a zero tolerance policy, his first say back is next friday. Ms. Vance your sons is suspended until next Wednesday." It was Friday, her kid is suspended for two days but yours is until for five days.

"Her kid started the fight though, he pushed Jace."

"My angel wouldn't do that!"

"But he did." You say.

"Enough, I'm sorry but those are the punishments get out of my office please." You sigh and leave the office.

"Okay, Jace bud lets go." You tell him.

"Okay. I have to go to my locker first though." Jace explains.

"Alright buddy." You says as you both leave the office. "So your suspended until next week."

"I'm sorry mom... I shouldn't have fought him." Jace says feeling really guilty.

"Bud, you did the right thing okay. I'll see if Uncle butler and aunt Maya can watch you." You put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you hunny. You stood up for yourself, why don't we go get some ice cream and call your aunt and uncle to tell them about what you did?"

"Okay!" He grabs his backpack before you both head out to the car.

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

Copyright © @writemywaytoyourheart 2021

Next

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

[baejax-the-great]

Imagine, if you will, Paris who absconds with not only Helen, but her very handsome husband as well after a week of threesomes in the bleakest place he has ever visited with the worst food. To his eyes, neither the beautiful Helen nor the beautiful Menelaus deserve such a fate as miserable, old Sparta, and after a night of far too much wine, Menelaus is like, you know what, Paris, You make compelling points. I do want to see Troy.

Menelaus spends the first three days of the voyage too hungover to rethink this plan, and by the time he's got his sealegs, I mean. He's with the two most gorgeous people on the planet. What's he going to do, complain? Priam, who bears some resemblance to a mother duck whose trail of ducklings keeps getting longer as she finds them abandoned on the shore, is happy to have his 51st son come live with him. He doesn't even need to carve out a new room for him as he moves in with Paris.

Agamemnon still starts the war, of course. He wants his brother back (and treasure). The Oath of Tyndareus is less effective with BOTH Menelaus and Helen gone, but some are able to be convinced that this does, indeed, indicate a threat to their marriage and should be investigated.

Menelaus goes to meet his brother, standing on the walls of Troy and very bravely shouting, "Go away! You can't make me go back to Sparta!" while Paris and Helen stand behind him going, "You got this, baby, don't let him intimidate you."

Satisfied that Menelaus's marriage is, in fact, going splendidly, better than most of their own, Agamemnon's troops desert him to go home and leave him shouting at Menelaus that he can't just abandon Sparta like this and he's going to tell Athena.

Athena never much cared about Menelaus anyway, and Eros never does tell Aphrodite about his first arrow that missed.

(with help from the delightful @geneticdriftwood)

A Menelaus x Paris x Helen throuple really would have solved everything and saved everyone a lot of grief

[chrismerle]

Three Facts Tag

thanks for the tag, @ryns-ramblings!

Rules: Post three facts about yourself or your ocs/characters.

Absolutely zero pressure, but I'll tagggg ... @emelkae, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @kittensartswriting, and whoever else wants to play along.

wip: Threshold

The cast of Over the Threshold has been cobbled together from many places, but Shai in particular (and their posse) came from Fallen London. They were my first Fallen London character. I've tried to disguise it a bit, but the Failbetter-y DNA is probably still pretty evident in places.

Ivan was originally a bog standard medieval fantasy character. I used him to RP on GaiaOnline. He was angsty and boring and he used to have a horse. For a while I replaced his archery gear with assorted tactical and camping gear and I replaced his horse with a unicorn. He still has the mix-n-matched tactical gear and camping gear, but I decided the unicorn was unnecessary.

The exact lineup of characters got shuffled a lot in early days. Originally Shai was shepherding ALL of the ducklings, but then I realized it wasn't really in-character for them to just ... do that voluntarily. They've got way more interesting shit to do. At that point, Ivan had been a sort of ... contractor? who was going to help them. Their roles got swapped, so Ivan was the lead, but then Shai refused to be just a side character. So, I decided splitting the party was the best bet, since Shai's not going to volunteer to babysit, but they're also not gonna just leave Jayne stranded.

wip: Eigengrau

Surprising no one, Edge was originally a concept for a D&D character, in the unlikely event I ever actually played D&D with anyone. That's not actually why they look like a tiefling. They look like a tiefling because I've been creating tieflings since before I ever even heard of tieflings.

In my head, Adrian looks a bit like D'artagnan from the BBC Musketeers series.

Eventually, there are going to be zombies. And a cult.

wip: NaNo Project

There are four main characters, kind of. Three of them are out and about doing stuff, and the fourth is the reason the plot is happening but is also not in favor of doing fieldwork.

One of the main characters just gets called Stranger. They introduce themself by their ... title, I guess? And it's very pretentious, and two of the others just kind of go 'lol nah, we're not calling you that,' and by the time the fourth one meets them, the other two are introducing them as Stranger.

Two them are recycled from an older WIP that had WAY too big of a cast for me to reliably keep track of and not enough plot to actually carry it (I also recycled the setting, or parts of it). They both have names, but they don't use them. One of them goes by Oleander; he's a mercenary, technically, but more commonly an assassin. One of them goes by Jackdaw; he's a Frankensteinian healer-meets-necromancer. They're married. Ride, die, or reanimate.

wip: Ties That Bind

Honestly the biggest fact about Ties That Bind is that it's a fucking mess. I've restarted it from scratch twice and I'm probably going to restart it again because I can never figure out WHERE THEY'RE GOING. There's a starting bit, and parts of a middle bit, but the ending bit never really clears up.

Werewolves are a thing, though it's not spread by biting. They used to just be people, but then many generations back a mage cursed everyone on the peninsula and then split the peninsula off from the main land. So, werewolf island. There are several islands, actually, since the splitting wasn't a very precise process. They're called the Arthric Isles. They're kind of magical Australia, when it comes to fauna.

One of the only consistent bits is that Amity is a mimic who usually takes the humanoid form of the unicorn who raised them, partially for sentimental reasons and partially for practical reasons. Mimics also take on the "intrinsic" magic of the creatures they copy, and unicorns have absurdly deep mana pools.

wip: Brothers

It was supposed to be like 3k words long. It's over 6k. It's still not done.

I showed it to a friend who I'm no longer friends with (for unrelated reasons) and he said he liked it but the timeline was hard to keep track of, and I sat there thinking 'Ash keeps track of events in relation to his own age. The timeline is literally spelled out.' But I did not say that, or it would have been A Thing.

Their dad will show up. Everyone's going to wish he just stayed gone. Not everyone who steps out for a gallon of milk needs to come back.

[forthechubbies]

What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!

Synopsis• If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the boss’s seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.

Category's• Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.

Duos• BTS x Reader

A spin-off of the original series ‘ What's Wrong With Secretary Kim’ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.

EP. One Two

“ Tae, You tripped me! You’re so dead when I get my hands on you!” Jimin roared. 

Taehyung bolted through the double doors giggling as he shoves them close. “ Yn! Yn!, Help me.” He cried, diving down into the cubby forth up my legs. 

He held his index to his lips. “Shh, Jimin’s scary when he’s angry.”

“Then why would you trip him?” 

“ I wanted to be the first to say Hi to you,” He cheesed. “ Hello, Yn.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “ Hello, Taehyung.”

Jimin burst the door, ready and willing to commit homicide, but his harsh glare softened when he stood at my desk. 

“Hello, Jimmie.” I cood. “How are you?” 

“ Hi Yn,” His hello was short as he scouted for his brother. “ How are you? Still lovely as ever.”

I giggled tightly. “ You’re such a flirt, Jimmie.- What are you looking for?” I stood up and waltzed over to his side. “ I can help.” 

Jimin lifted a heavy planted pot and set it aside; I feel most people underestimate Jimin because he’s the shortest brother, but His strength is nothing to scoff at. 

“How strong. Handsome, Smart, and strong. You're the whole package, Jimmie.” 

Jimin smirked and tried to focus on his mission, but his bright rosy cheeks gave it away. “ Thank you.”

“ And  You changed your hair color again; you look dashing as a blond- I mean, you look great in any color, but blonde Jimin is a true heartstopper. “ 

Jimin sheepishly tilted his head slightly forward as if he wanted-

“You could feel it if you like.” 

Is it possible to be a bashful flirt and adorable at the same time?

How could I refuse such a generous offer? “ So soft and fluffy.” I didn't realize how childish I sound until Jimin chuckled and mumbled ‘cute.’ 

Combining my fingers through his honey-blond locks, I  lightly scratched at his scalp, earning a small hum for his lips-

“What is this?!”

Jimin and I stared at Taehyung's sudden appearance; he stood in disbelief and disgust. “ I'm hiding for my life, and he gets the head pats!? He's not a good boy; I'm a good boy!”

“A good boy wouldn't trip me up while walking downstairs! Yn only gives actual good boys head pats like me! Her favorite!” Jimin purred, tugging my body into his arms. “Hmph.”

I'm getting an uneasy feeling about this conversation. Maybe I should butt in “Now Now, Boys, Your father-”  

Taehyung stiffed his jaw, and the base in his voice dropped several octaves.. “ You’re not her favorite! She needs a man, not a duckling. That's lost its mama.” 

Oh dear, Thank you goodness, Jimin released me, and I managed to get out the way. Being sandwiched between those two during a heated argument isn't the best place to be; trust me. 

The safest place is the sidelines-

“Noona? May I have some candy?”

“Huh? Sure hun, look in my top drawer.”

“Thank you.”

Wait a minute! “ No, No,” I wedged in-between my desk and Jungkook. “ Your father warned me about giving you sugar—no treats for you.” Jungkook doesn't give in easily; he played this dirtiest card against my weak heart. Oh no, not the puppy dog eyes. No! You must stand your ground! 

“ But Noona, ” He whines.

In hindsight, He could easily reach over me, but I appreciate him asking permission first.

“Alright, Alright, but One-piece, that's it, ” He leaned over, snatching up the sweet piece of candy from my fingers. 

“Yum!” Jungkook often squares his brows when something is tasty. “ What are the hyungs arguing about?” 

“Who’s a better good boy?”  

“They're both fools-I’m the good boy. Duh!”

In the drop of a hat, Jimin and Taehyung barked at Jungkook, who once was an innocent bystander turned into a new target. 

The three babies started utter chaos, yelling at each other until the veins in their necks popped, but it's never something to be alert about because in less than a second their hugging each other and laughing.

Shoot! I should tell Mr. Jeon the babies are here. “Mr.-Jeon…? What’s all this then?” Balloons? Streamers? Jin and the others froze midway between hanging more decorations and standing on a chair. Mr. Jeon stood taping a banner reading ‘Happy Anniversary” on it.

“ Ms.Park!?What-What are you doing here?!” Mr. Jeon tittered. What's with him? I can see the sweat forming off his forehead. “ I-I thought the boys were watching you.”

“ Surprise!!!.. Oh....” The babies faded into silence.

“ Oppa said to watch her!” Jin scolded. 

“ All this is for me? “ 

Namjoon stepped up. “ Yea, We're sorry it doesn't look the best-” 

“Are you nuts!? I love it!!!” Who cares if it's not finished? The fact they put in time and effort for me means the world to me! Especially when it's been a challenging year emotionally and physically with all this toxic husband drama. I felt like I was a stone, not knowing if I was doing anything right because of this new independent lifestyle, but I know I make the best decision coming here.

“ Noona, Don't cry-” Jimin gently wiped my tears away while fighting back his own. The babies are sympathetic criers, but Jimin is something else entirely. 

As soon as they heard my weeping, the men swarmed me with comfort and happiness. 

“Noona, Come on, The cake is melting!” Jungkook took my hands, dragging me to the strawberry cake he’s been refraining from sticking a finger in the pink frosting. 

I love this job.

To be continued... 

[drarreckyninja]

From April: 8. Hilson

*House interviews Wilson to start PPTH*

House: '"Hi Wilson, I'm House." Wilson: "Hi House!" House: "Did I tell you that you could call me House?" Wilson: "Well, that was how you introduced your–" House: "For now, you can call me Doctor. Wilson, there are three ways to do things here: the right way, the wrong way, and my way." Wilson: "Is your way the right way?" House: "Absolutely." Wilson: "So... wouldn't there just be two ways to do things then?" House: *standing up* "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you interviewing me today? Because I thought I was interviewing you." *calling to the ducklings* "I don't hear any singing!" Ducklings: *singing* "My patient lies over the ocean/My patient lies over the sea/And if I could go cure my patient/How happy and costly you'd be!" House: "Do you like music, Wilson?" Wilson: "Actually I sing, play guitar, and write my own songs." House: "Are you going to answer my question or just waste my time?" Wilson: *timidly* "I like music." House: "Good. Some people think it's silly to sing to the patients. Do you think it's silly to sing to the patients?" Wilson: "Uh...no." House: "I do. I think it's silly to sing for the customers. That's why we don't." Wilson: "You don't?" House: "No. We don't. The ducklings sing to the files. You talk to a houseplant and it grows faster–fact! You sing to files, you understand better. Also fact. This is the Patient Bible, it has all of our songs in it. Learn them." *calling to the ducklings* "Let's get that singing 8% louder, people!" *to Wilson* "You start tomorrow."

House, to Wilson: Well, I'm looking forward to it. It's not like I'm asking you out because I'm unattractive and desperate.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #953: Another Day at the Land of Departure (Kingdom Hearts)

11:23 a.m. Land of Departure's Residence's Living Room.............

Vantias: (Has The Back of his Head Laying on top of Namine's Lap) You guys think I'll look good with a Mohawk?

Namine: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion While Holding her Tablet) A....mohawk?

Ventus: (Too Busy Looking Something Up on his Phone) You finally starting to tired of being a Sora look-a-like there, Vantias?

Vantias: (Shrugs) Eh. That's one of reasons. I just felt like experimenting on a few different hairstyles, see where it takes me from here and junk.

Namine: Ooh! (Smiles Excitedly) Can the girls and I pleeease do your hair someday this month?~ I promise you won't regret it.

Vantias: Go nuts. Just don't make it lame or too girly, alright?

Namine: (Happily Salutes to Her Brother) You can count on us, Van-Van!~ (Turns to Ventus) You too, Venny!

Ventus: (Lowers his Phone Down While Turning Towards Namine Beside Him) Huh?

Namine: I wanna try and style up your hair too. I'm afraid it's long overdue.

Ventus: What's wrong with the one I got?

Vantias: Dude, you and Roxas have been looking like siamese twins for the longest now. Don't you think it'd time for a new look already?

Ventus: I mean.....I would agree with you there, but Roxas did say that we would get a few things out of it if we keep this whole twin charade any longer, so......

Vantias: (Raised an Eyebrow) You're really gonna trust the words of an amateur troublemaker?

Ventus: (Rolls his Eyes) Says the literal embodiment of darkness......

Vantias: Hey. I aleady mellowed out my darkness bullshit ages ago.

Ventus: Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that you're a prick.

Vantias: (Shrugs Whike Smirking Smugly) What can I say? I take pride in what I do.

Ventus: Realllly don't think that's anything to be proud of.......

Vantias: Bold of you to think otherwise.

Namine: ('Sigh') Boys, please. Today's a Saturday, no fighting. (Immediately Gives Vantias a Pouty Look on her Face) And what did I JUST say about you cursing, mister!?~

Vantias: Hey, I can't control what my mouth will say forever, ya know? And it'll only be a matter of time when you start doing it too.

Ventus: (Continues Looking Things Up on his Phone) You know, it would be pretty crazy to hear her curse for the first time...

Namine: (Eyes Begins to Widened Before Quickly Turning Away While Crossing her Arms) W-Well I'll just have to make sure that will never happen.

Vantias: I always admire your determination, Namine. (Starts Smirking Again) I'll give you two days tops.

Namine: ('GASPS') Two days!? (Starts Glaring at Vantias in an Adorable Fashion) Have more faith in my than that, Vantias! I wanted to be a month!

Vantias: I dunno......Two days seem like enough for me.

Namine: NOT FOR ME!~

Ventus: (Notices Something on his Phone) Huh. So these are the three new pokemon starters everyone's been talking about.....

Namine: (Gasps Once More as Her Eyes Begins to Glow in Excitement) Three new pokemon starters? I wanna see!~

Ventus shows the duo a picture of a green kitten, a red-orange baby crocodile, and a blue duckling with a pompador standing in their respective spots.

Namine: (Gasps Loudly Before Placing Both of her Hands on her Cheeks While Smiling Adorably) Oh my gosh, they look so adorable!~

Vantias: As expected. (Looks Back Up to Ventus) You think all of them would look cooler once they evolve?

Ventus: Probably. But if I have to choose my favorite out of the three, I'll pick Sprigatito. It's green and cute. Even more so than Chirithy...... D-Don't tell him I said that.

Vantias: I'll choose the apple looking baby croc. He looks cute now, but I have a feeling he'll be the most intimidating out of the bunch after a few levels.

Namine: (Smiles Brightly) Then I shall choose the blue duckling and raise him as my own!~

Ventus: Becoming a mother hen already?

Namine: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. How could I not? (Looks Back at the Picture of Qualxy) He deserves all the love and care in the world. And I'll do everything in my power to protect him. (Smile Turns into a Dark In Intimidating One as She Starts Cracking her Knuckles) By any needs necessary.

Vantias: (Shivers in a Bit of Fear Along With Ventus) Yeesh....Namine, you have to be the most intimidating cinnamon roll I have ever met.

??????: Ventus.

Ventus looks up before his eyes widened in fear at the sight of Chirithy looking down at with a dark look on his face.

Chirithy: What is this I hear about you saying that green alley cat is cuter than me?

Ventus: Make that the second most intimidating........('Gulp')

Chirithy: Answer the damn question, Ventus!

@khtext

@26shann

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

[a-real-ackerman]

Perfect Scenario

summary: You, a super human, an excellent actor and a liar with debatable ethics; are having a hard time overcoming feelings  no one new you were capable of. On top of it, you have to deal with your “arch enemy” who has dedicated himself on the way of ruining your chances at your new life.

pairing: Sherlock x superhuman!Reader

warnings: Nothing much, just a shitty chapter and spelling mistakes this time.

A/N: Not making the reader gender natural was a mistake. I didn't think I could do it so reader is female. Gif not mine. And if you can, please comment what I can improve about my grammer/writing, English is my second language:)

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Chapter two: Disguise

     “ So,” asked John, “ how was the date?”

      “Fine.” 

       It took a moment to Sherlock to realise what he said.

       “Wait no. John, no.”

       “ Mhmp,” John continued typing on his blog. Pursing his lips, trying to hide his smile, he turned to Sherlock who was marching back and forth in front of the window for hours.

       “ Is she the main suspect? “ asked John, seeming more serious now.

        “ She seems so, yes.” answered detective, his thoughtful eyes didn’t leave the empty street.

        John ‘hmph’ed again. The unbreakable silence was awkward. He tried for another conversation:

       “ Are you waiting for- someone?”

       “Y/N. She should’ve come so far. She’s my client-”

       “Our client.” cut John.

       “Our client. I told her I would help. How ungrateful of someone to be late when I offer to get them away with their parents’ murder!”

       “ How did you convince her with this attitude?”

       “ A caring warm smile is enough to let her guard down when she hasn’t had a family for years. She grew up with trust issues, of course one day she will want to know how it feels to trust someone. And also she is the main suspect of a murder and the best detective offers their help. you would accept too.”

                                                      ***

        You took a second look at your flat. The blue walls were now covered with family photos that you have just printed out yesterday and rooms were much messier than you would leave. Those were just a part of your disguise. You took a few steps closer to the photos. There were you, your mom and father; happy, on different vocations you have been. You looked at your mother; happy, smiling, with you, alive.

      Than you looked at your father, whom you have photo-shopped into this beautiful memory last night. He was there when the photo was taken of course, it was a family vocation after all. He just didn’t like taking pics, at least that was what he said. 

      Now, years later after their death, you were getting sued again. For once again, you had to put on pictures on the wall. You had to make people believe you when you said you have always loved them. They had to believe you when you said it ripped you apart too. The facade you were putting on, it had to believable. They had to see you as a mess even tho it has been more than ten years. You shouldn’t get over their death if you’re innocent. You should be sad, unhealthy, a mess, you should be a walking soul to make them believe, you should wish to die with them. 

     Therefore, you had to leave pointless expectations aside to arrange the perfect scenario for the rest of your life. By perfect, I mean it. From the very start to your planned funeral, every single detail must be no different than a well-written book; and each pattern painted like an instance work of art. Variety of possibilities occurred against you, all calculated. 

The whole evening went like this. Probably the most boring day of John Watson’s life.

    From the beginning, you couldn’t avoid the Detective’s attention. So he was the first step. He wanted this, you thought. There was no reason to bring up an old case. If he was bored enough to get in your life, sure, you would love to play games!  

    Second step was your personality and attitude you will show people. You decided to be more normal, not so okay with murders type. You couldn’t let them know that you could kill people just by looking. You could also move objects. Uncontrollably. Including people. Shortly, you were still you but less homicidal, more ethical.

   But the biggest threat is much more dangerous. It is being discovered. Who knew what government would use you for, if they found out? Would they lock you up for your crimes? Or would they make a weapon out of you? To kill more, to hurt more... Maybe they would test you first? Are you stoical? Are you immortal? O, and what if they start to hunt for more people like you? You have never met another one, but what if they found more? 

All you knew was you could not afford to put your life in danger. You had no idea if you were immortal or not, which wasn’t a fact you wanted to learn soon. 

    To not to be the reason of the pain of the people you never knew, it had to be flawless and you had to be ready to sacrifice yourself.

   Step three: Freestyle. It would be a foolish idea to follow a solid plan. You had to be changeable and manipulative alongside the events. Making them love you, false suspect, blackmailing or a fake suicide... plenty of solutions with endless possibilities. You were the scenarist of this play and the ending was up to you.

    Never mind, it’s a nice afternoon and you have a detective to visit.

                                                         ***

      “ OH, Y/N! I didn’t expect you.” shouted Sherlock, making you want to smack the fake tone of his voice and the forced smile off his face. You didn’t of course, you faked too.

    “Oh, Sherlock, is it a new client?” asked Mrs Hudson behind him. (you had done your research.)

   “Sort of,”

   “Yeah, ‘course I’m not willing to pay.” You teased, passing the Huffing Sherlock; you shook hands with Mrs Hudson while he closed the door hiding a hint of a smile from you.

      You turned your head to the source of the sounds, John Watson typing on his laptop. The clicking enden as soon as you locked eyes with him. He got up with a confused, thoughtful impression and shook your hand. You couldn’t exactly read him, he carried too many emotions on his face at that moment. What could you say; impressed, shocked maybe? He found you suspicious and didn’t feel like hiding it.

     “John Watson.” he introduced himself and smiled. 

      You walked through the old walls and climbed up the squeaking stairs. You found yourself in a living room, a characteristic living room. Xanthic(a new word for me) sunlight revealed years of dust dancing in the air, a violin was waiting to be played, it was left on a greyish-green chair, right in front of an old fashioned single seat. You heard the boiling kettle whistling along with the clicking sounds.

     “Y/N L/N” you mirrored.

      Meanwhile Sherlock was in a rush of making tea while you two were showing of forces. “ Tea?” Sherlock asked. 

      “Come on sit!” He turned to you. You stood there, with them, trying to figure out where to sit. You just walked a small circle middle of the room, like a lost duckling. Sherlock sighed loudly while they were waiting for your decision. “You may sit here,” he showed you John’s chair.

      You sat, leaning to left arm of the chair, waiting for them to sit. Sherlock seated in front of you, putting the violin away. John wasn’t pleased that you had taken his seat, so he took a chair instead.  

     Sherlock looked at you and you looked at him; who was calculating you, his hands in prayer position. “So,” he started, “ you didn’t drink your tea,”

     “ Don’t you trust me?”

      “Don’t take it personal, I don’t drink anything with new people.”

       He smirked. “You’re late.”

        “For what? You didn’t give me a time.”

         “And yet, you found me.” 

         “You’re famous."

Silence.

Silence.

Stare.

Blink.

Enough.

"So what? "

"What what?"

"You invited me to talk-or inform and now all you do is to stare? I consider it rude." You threw him an over-dramatic challenging look, which he returned with the same energy.

"I thought you could show me some of your tricks?" He suggested.

You chuckled, "What tricks do I have?" You said, holding a murderous(?) expression.

"You lockpicking skills are quite.... neat?"

"Oh yes!"

"Wait what? "

"You broke into 221B last night. I must say-"

"No I didn't?"

The conversation was too much for poor John to handle. DID A POSSIBLE MURDERER CASUALLY BROKE INTO HIS FLAT LAST NIGHT? OH, DOES SHERLOCK APPROVE? FINE THEN.

No kidding, you should've seen his face. He was filled with such antipathy and rage towards this young women, she and her upsetting energy send shivers down to his spine. She was unsettling in a supernatural way; like a fever dream, a nightmare. And there she was sat in his seat, right in front of his beloved flatmate, and John still could not find a way to hate this y/n.

"Don't be ashamed, I just want to know how." Insisted Sherlock.

"No seriously, I can break into people's houses. But I was home last night."

"Who do you visit when you 'aren't home'?"

When you finally stepped into your flat, a new note welcomed you on your counter. Two words were written on the fancy paper:

"Next week?"