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caramelkoo · 8 months ago

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be still my heart — jjk [one]

the one in which you get a sex dream about the grouchy hockey player you work for.

genre : childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst

word count : 5.2k

chapter warnings : strong language, mature, slight smut (because im a tease), reader’s name is Destiny, jungkook is a bit grumpy towards her (she makes him nervous leave my boy alone), fat shaming (not by any of the main characters), oc had daddy issues, mentions of allergy. that’s about it, please let me know if i missed something.

a/n : here it isssssss drumrolls please because im so excited for this. jungkook as a hockey player??? *deep breaths* enjoy my lovely people. you’re so so loved. asks, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. kisses <3

read part two here

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“Babe, you know you're not going to win right? Don't be wasting your breath.” Bella challenges.

You’re sitting on the chair in your office going through the personnel file of the players. Verifying their names with their contact numbers and photographs which, you’re not going to lie, look like mugshots. Jeez, does smiling a little bit cost them? Anyways, once you’re done you close the file and look up at your assistant bickering with her boyfriend. Phone pressed against her ear.

You mime hanging up the call and she lifts her index finger, indicating for you to wait. She throws in words like hmmm, yeah, you don’t know what you’re saying, yeah i love you too. Once she’s done, she drops the phone on the glass table in front of you and leans back in her chair.

“He thinks I will let him get away with anything just because I love him”

You chuckle, “What’s going on?”

“You know, I’ve been wanting a cat for so long I even made a pinterest board for that. Last Sunday he surprised me with one and when I told him that I lowkey manifested it, he was not having it. I even showed him the mood board and I NEVER show it to anyone. Evil eye is real.” she all but cries out.

That’s Bella for you. Highly spiritual and a firm believer of the universe. She claims that everything happens for a reason. She’s like a little ball of sunshine. Ever since you joined the Ice Dominators’ hockey team as a physical therapist, she’s been assisting you and you couldn’t be more thankful seeing the lack of female workers here. Seriously, there's no other female worker here except yourself and Bella which is so diabolical to you.

And it’s not like the men on the hockey team are a bunch of misogynist jerks. On the contrary, they act like they’ve known you for years. It didn't take you long to feel like home here. They are obedient, friendly and pretty nice. Few of them are married with kids while the rest of them remain single. They’re not like a bunch of teenagers, they know what they’re doing.

Except one, what’s his name? Jeon Jungkook. You would describe that man as crude and closed off to a pathological degree. You still remember when you asked him to come to your office so you can look at any possible previous injuries, he lied to your fucking face. Claiming he doesn’t have any when you could clearly see him hobbling sometimes just a tiny bit when he walked away. Years and years of dedication towards your studies have made you capable enough to catch that it is an old injury.

Despite your better judgment, you blamed it on the fact that his team lost the game that day. Poor guy was having a bad day and took it out on you. Big deal.

“Earth to Destiny” Bella waves a hand close to your face and you shake your head as you look at her.

“Leave the poor man alone” You plead and then ask, “Any details about the new player? I’ll have to add it in the file”

“Not yet, as far as I know they’re still contemplating the guy named Park Jimin or something”

That gets you real quick. Park Jimin. The name feels like acid on your tongue .The last game being unsatisfactorily resulted in the federation trading one of the players. It was cruel but was done for the better. Bound to happen sooner or later. You had expected it but what you had not expected was you both sharing a same room, sharing the same air.

“Alright then. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s—”

Knock, knock

“Miss Kim, sorry to interrupt but the manager is asking for you” Taehyung’s head pokes through the door.

You stand, picking up the file and sliding it into the tableside drawer, running a free hand over your scrubs. Bella does the same as she plucks her phone from the table and puts it inside her back pocket.

You look at him. “Sure Tae, thank you for informing”

He flashes you a quick, pretty smile before leaving. Bella turns to you with a worried look on her face.

“What do you think it is for?”

You bite your lip. “I have no idea. I wanna say it's about the new player but who knows?”

You hope it is and as unfortunate as it is for you to discuss him, you will have to hold your own. You know better than to be invited into the manager’s office. Though, judging by the temperament of him you would not predict anything. Last time when he called you, it was about Jeon Jerk, asking you to be more serious about your job as if it was your fault the man spared you the necessary details.

The asshole asked YOU to do your job better by virtue of HIS player not being sweet enough to listen. Maybe, there is indeed a misogynistic asshole going around and it’s the manager. No wonder women don’t volunteer to work for him.

Since, You love your job —god knows you wanna keep doing it— you kept quiet and took every jab he threw at you.

“Wait, Do I have time to pray? Should I pray?” she’s clearly panicking and you pat her on the shoulder.

“Just hope my job is still intact” you say, warily reaching for your purse. You both head out.

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“Miss Kim, have a seat” James nods at the chair before him.

Once you’re settled, he continues, “I asked for you to join me here regarding the upcoming game. Care to fill in about the status of injury assessment?"

You clear your throat, “Absolutely, I was planning on getting on that today”

“Well, I would love for you to do it soon as you know we have a new player in the team with us now”

You jerk, leaning forward. “We do?”

“Yes, and if you can please hurry with the assessment I would be grateful. You can do that right? Not too much of a work for you, eh?”

Someone give him a medal from the way he's trying to hide the venom in his voice.

“Sure I can” you give him a firm nod.

James Adams is an entitled, self centered asshole who thinks he’s above everyone else just because of his position. You reckon he does anything for the team besides talking bullshit. He kind of reminds you of your dad who also has the nasty habit of thinking the world of himself.

You’re all about self love but when that self love turns into chronically demeaning everybody in their close proximity, it boils your blood. This man in front of you is no better than your father. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan into the fire.

So you say nothing further and excuse yourself. You would have barfed in his face if you stayed there a second longer. Actually that's not a very bad idea. Bella is standing outside waiting for you as you close the door behind yourself.

“What did he say?”

You bark, “Bunch of horseshit”

“Typical”

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Jungkook

There is a buzzing noise somewhere around Jungkook. Fuck, his head hurts. He frantically searches for his phone, still not opening his eyes. When he finds it, he slides his thumb on the screen and picks up the call.

“Dude, how big do you want your coffin to be?” He loves his best friend but right now he would rather be sleeping than listen to him bark in his own ear.

He finally squints his eyes open, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Have you looked at the time?” says Taehyung.

“What time- FUCK!!!�� he shrieks as he looks at the clock.

Somebody kill him right now. No wait, he’s gonna die either way so why bother. If he didn’t scream loud enough before, he does now. He all but jumps off the bed when he sees the blondie on the other side sleeping like she fucking owns it, wearing nothing but a thong. She must have heard him malfunctioning because soon she stirs, groaning as she slowly wakes up like a Disney princess. Who the heck is she and how did she get in here? Then it comes to him.

“Please Jungkook just take me to your room and fuck me. Show me what those hockey hands are capable of.”

He wants to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Speaking straight from his shoulders, he has made plenty of bad decisions throughout his career and this is not his first time bringing a puck bunny up to his room but it has never come to this. Missing his hockey practice because he was too exhausted to get his sweet ass up and run to the academy.

Taehyung screams from the other side of the line, “Are you there? Hello?”

Shit, he forgot he was on a call.

“I’ll be there soon. Cover for me until then.” With that he presses the red circular button and ends the call with him muttering some curses.

He glances back at the blondie, “Why are you not gone yet?”

She’s looking at him with those fuck me eyes she had last night but right now when he’s well aware of the fact that he’s in hot water, they don’t do shit to him. Coach will have his head on a platter today for sure. Honestly, they wouldn’t have done shit to him if it was not for the great deal of alcohol last night.

“I thought of you as a morning sex person” she twirls a strand of hair with her finger, sitting up now. Her tits hang free and he can see his hickeys decorating her chest.

He wants to laugh. She’s not even close to his type. His type is the woman in blue scrubs with her brunette hair slicked back in a ponytail. His type is the woman who looks like she could be watching grass grow rather than to look at him. His type is the woman who walks into a room and lights it up. His type is the woman who is too bright for him and his mundane personality, who has a face worth millions. His type is Kim Destiny.

“No need to waste your precious time thinking about me. You can go”

He places his phone back on the table and saunters over to the bathroom, not bothering looking back at her. He has boundaries and he intends to keep it that way.

He quickly goes through his routine of taking a shower, making a cup of coffee, sliding into a pair of sweatpants and the Ice Dominator’s jersey with his name on the back. Not in that order, of course.

The girl is thankfully gone by the time he finishes. Once he’s done with his coffee he picks up the car keys and a protein bar from the kitchen counter and heads to the academy hoping his limbs remain intact by the time he’s home.

The Academy is bustling as usual with players keeping themselves busy with hockey and their gym sessions. He heads straight for the rink not even bothering to change into the uniform. He needs to see for himself that everybody is still on the ice. Everything comes after that.

Surprisingly, he sees not a single guy when he reaches there. His heartbeat stops.

“Hey Pixie, where are the boys? Did they already leave?” he asks the brunette kid who looks like he just saw a ghost. Or it’s just Jungkook who he saw.

He shakes his head, “They’re all in the gym. The doc called them earlier, said she had something important to get done with them”

Jungkook gives him a quick thanks and walks towards the gym. What could be so important that she had to call the boys mid practice? Is someone hurt? Is she hurt? His heart leaps in hid throat as he runs. Fuck, please let him be wrong.

The first thing that he sees as he enters the room full of equipment are his teammates. Taehyung and Yoongi are in the corner lifting weights, Namjoon is using the treadmill as he runs on it. The rest of the boys are all scattered around doing their own thing. He still can’t find Destiny anywhere but her assistant, Bella, is talking to Namjoon while holding a file so he lets out a sigh, relieved that nobody is in fact hurt and in need of help.

“Do you wanna get a tattoo on the peni— oh look who’s here. Jeon Jungkook as I live and breathe.”

Taehyung drops the weight on the ground before walking up to him. He’s dressed in a black tee and sports shorts. The man looks good in everything. Bet he’d look in a sack too.

“Whoa!! Why do you look like you wanna kill somebody or wanna get killed? Is everything okay?”

Jungkook lets his face relax, focusing more on the eyebrows which had gone tensed due to his unnecessary anxiety. “Yeah, all’s good. The practice ended early?”

“The practice ended just on time. It’s you who’s late” he pats my shoulder.

He runs his fingers through his hair and walks towards the bench, dropping his bag on it. Taehyung follows him ignoring Yoongi who’s calling him back for the weightlifting.

“Doc wanted to assess our injuries for the last time before our game if you’re curious which, I know you are. You’re always curious about her”

He winks at Jungkook and he punches him on the chest. Taehyung laughs as he rubs the spot.

“Keep your voice down, will you?”

Bella’s voice echoes across the room, “Jeon, you’re up next”

He takes out his water bottle, takes a swig and stands. A wince leaves him as he gets a flashback of the last time he had to face her. It didn’t go very well and he’s sure she hates him now. He would too. After all, he not only talked to her rudely but also lied through his teeth about his injury. It’s pretty old so he had not felt the need to mention it.

He sees a guy coming out of the office just before he’s about to enter. He has brown hair long enough to reach the nape of his neck. Even from where Jungkook’s standing, he can say the man doesn’t reach above his shoulders. Who the fuck is he? Oh wait, he must be the new player that got traded down here. The guy must have sensed him making a hole through his head by the way he’s staring because he’s begins walking towards him with a bright grin.

“Hey man, you must be Jeon Jungkook? Heard a lot about you. I’m Park Jimin” He holds out his hand, asking Jungkook to shake it and he gives it a firm handshake. Word to the wise : never give someone a weak handshake. His grandfather has been asking him to do that ever since he was 15, said it doesn’t leave a strong impression and he’s be lying if he says he was wrong.

He offers Jimin a nod, “Nice to meet you. Excited to get on the rink with you.”

He takes his hand back. “Oh the feeling is mutual but—”

“Jungkook, please join me inside”

Destiny’s voice cuts him off as she looks over to both of them with an eerie expression on her face. Her eyes bounce between them, resting a second longer on Jimin. Does she know him? Do they have a history? Wait, are they a thing? Even if they are, why does it bother him? Jungkook couldn’t care less about the pretty physical therapist who wears her blue scrubs like armor and white crocs with strawberries on them.

He gives Jimin another nod and follows her into the office. Although, he’s not sure if a massage table and a stool resting beside it counts as an office. The room which she works in is much better. This one is just for examinations and massage therapy so he guesses it doesn’t need that much of an upgrade.

She gestures towards the table, “Please sit”

He says nothing and settles himself up, clearing his throat.

“Look I know we got off on the wrong foot last time and it could have gone so much better, but we can still start over right?”

Destiny takes a deep breath, filling her chest with air. She’s wearing her hair in a bun today. It sits at the top of her head and some strands are set loose cascading down her face. God, she’s pretty.

He looks down and back up at her. “Sure”

Her face shows her annoyance with the one word response. He doesn't blame her. He'd be pissed too.

She’s quiet for a moment, “Why don’t you tell me about your knee injury to start with?”

“What are you talking about?”

She sighs, “You know what I’m talking about Jungkook. Please don’t make me work for it. It’s my job to know about your past and present injuries, if any. The manager has already given me crap about it”

He freezes. His hackles rising and his relaxed face long gone.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing”

He levels her with a stern face, “What.did.he.say?”

She’s not obligated to answer him. Hell, she could just slap him in the face and leave but he needs to know what went down with that son of a bitch. When and if she decides to let him in the details and it turns out something wicked, he’s gonna hunt that man down and make his life miserable.

Much to his surprise, she takes a step back and starts talking. "He called me in his office today and," she halts,

"Well let's just say there were some words thrown around which clearly meant he thinks of me as a feather brained bitch"

He might look unbothered from outside but the indignation inside him could just about burn the whole city down. He tries to keep calm and pries some more.

His jaw clenches. "What else?"

Destiny shakes her head, shuffling on her feet. “Jungkook it’s really not that seriou—”

“It is serious. You work for us, you tolerate our asses and in return if we fail to give you the respect which, you deserve by the way cause it’s the bare minimum, we might as well save everyone’s time and money by giving all of this up.”

“Why do you care?” she shakes her head.

He takes a step forward, “Because you— Because you work for us, Destiny. You look out for our bodies, our injuries, our fuckups. Is that not enough?”

She barely reaches his shoulders. It’s cute how she has to crane her neck up in order to look him in the eye. She keeps looking at him for a long minute, searching his face.

“You think I don’t know that? Do you really think I don’t have what it takes to ask for my own dignity?”

He takes a long step back. This conversation was as unforeseen as they come. The room gets filled with heavy silence and he can hear Destiny’s heavy breath. He can tell she’s trying to calm herself as if his words have blindsided her.

Needless to say she’s a tad bit taken aback. Jungkook would be too if someone who never bothered to speak a word to him and when he did, there was nothing pleasant about his tone suddenly started to care.

But that’s where she’s wrong, nothing about his care or concern for her is sudden. He still remembers the day she accidentally drank the almond smoothie Bella brought not knowing the fact that she’s allergic to it. She’d started choking the second it went down her throat. He also remembers how Yoongi injected the epipen against her thigh as she came back to life.

Meanwhile, he stood behind shaking in his goddamn boots. Too scared to let her out of his sight and too pathetic to hold her close. Yeah, he’s not proud of that.

He sighs, “You know that’s not what I meant—”

Namjoon walks inside with a hand towel around his neck “Doc, you about done? The boys are being incorrigible over there. If you don’t hurry, one of them is gonna call a tattoo artist and get their dick tattooed. Right here”

The room falls silent.

“Jesus” she looks over to where the guys are bickering about something, propping her hands on her hips. “Yeah, give me a minute.”

“Sure” and with that he walks away.

She picks up a blue file from the stool, not looking at him. Why is she not looking at him?

“If you don’t want to tell me about your injury right now, that’s fine. Since, I know it’s pretty old and It’s unlikely that you’re gonna get affected by it in the upcoming games, there’s no need to worry. However, I would still suggest you be careful. Anything can happen out there and your knee is in a vulnerable position. Don’t pick unnecessary fights, don’t let the opponent know your weak link.”

She glances at him, dropping the file back to where it was.

“You can go”

Without a preamble, he heads outside, passing Taehyung. He hears him cracking a joke about penis tattoos and piercings with his girlfriend’s name on it. Destiny cracks up and Jungkook wonders if she would have done the same, had he been the one cracking the joke. Only, he doesn’t crack jokes. Not around her at least. It’s not like he's some grumpy bastard who wants nothing to do with anybody around him and thinks of him as omniscient.

There’s just something about Destiny which puts him at loss of words. Knotting his tongue it in such a way where he can’t get an expression out. Only look at her and god, does he look at her. He's not stupid. He knows it’s a crush but she’s like a mirage to him. She’s unreachable, forbidden and so fucking beautiful.

Does he want to make her his? Yes, Is he going to risk his career and hers over it? Absolutely not. So, he makes use of the only right nobody can take away from him. Not even her. Admire her from afar. Fantasize more about tasting her, licking her slender neck and worshipping the ground that she walks on and one day if she lets him, Jungkook will do anything to turn all of that into reality.

He finds Yoongi seated on of the benches, scrolling on his phone.

Facing him, Jungkook speaks in a low voice. "Do you have any idea where James is?"

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Destiny

Never have you ever wanted to run away as much as you did when you saw Jimin in front of yourself, standing all tall and proud. You had wished it to be a dream, wished you just had a nightmare about him joining the same team you happen to work with but reality is a goddamn bitch and it bites hard when it does. He had grown out his hair longer but he still has the same smile, same eyes and the same charm he used on you back then. Park Jimin is a man people don’t ever forget once they see him. He has an aura which traps everyone so hard they can never escape. How do you know? You have been a victim yourself.

You meticulously go through the consequences and eventualities of being in the same room as him again. You seeing him everyday and him reminding you of every single detail you have tried so hard forgetting about, the boys finding out about you both and putting you through the wringer or worse, him. The possibilities are endless and you feel the sudden urge to square everything with him.

Contrary to what you had thought, he reacted pretty normally when he saw you as if somebody had already told him about you. You had expected him to get shocked or at the very least pretend to be shocked.

Having said that, he just gave you a single nod as if you're someone he passes by every morning at the park. Are you this forgettable? Are you someone people just brush aside like that? Your father’s words echo in your ears like loud drums,

“You know, nobody will love you if you keep looking like this. Eat less”

“Girl, do you ever stop eating? Every time I see you, you're stuffing something in that mouth of yours!!”

“Don’t come running back at me when no guy gives a shit about you”

You were 10 and he was an asshole. He still is.

Thanks to him, you now have a tendency to cook when you're stressed over anything. It brings you comfort and diverts your mind from the excessive overthinking. You would go bald if it puts the voices into silent mode.

After already wasting half of your life speculating what to eat, counting calories and whatnot, you came to the terms that you can’t actually operate that way and began eating whatever the fuck you wanted. Yet still, you need to go a long way in order to fully love yourself and your body. It's a journey and you're moving ahead step by step. One day at a time.

One would even say you're hot. You have received compliments from several people over the course of time except you don’t have a thigh gap, your arms jiggle and you also happen to have a love handle. You would have adored them if it wasn’t for your dad making you feel shitty about having them.

A knock on your door stops you midway as you're kneading the dough. Biscuit runs over to you, jumping on the counter.

“Coming”

The knock comes back again, this time slightly louder.

“Oh my god wait I’m coming”

The door swings open and you gasp. “Mina?”

She passes by you, dragging her suitcase along with her.

“Hey bestie”

You close the door and follow her further into the hall. “What’s going on? What’s with the suitcase?”

Your best friend’s sudden arrival must have caught you by slight surprise but your cat is rather pleased to see her. Traitor. She starts clawing at her feet excitedly.

“What a good girl you are? Yes, you are” Mina coos at her and then glances up at you from where she has biscuit nestled in her lap,

“I need a place to live for a few days because my shitty boss kept rejecting all my articles and I really wanna bring her something worth the front page. Apparently, writing about the famous coffee shop around the corner and their secret ingredient being maple syrup wasn’t good enough.”

You round the counter and continue kneading the dough for your strawberry pie. It’s not unlikely for Mina to show up unannounced. In fact, she has done that plenty of times but the suitcase was never involved. This one is new.

“So you decided to barge in here without even asking?” You tease.

She flashes you a dramatic look. “Look at us, Destiny. Aren’t we the same girls who giggled about living together after college? With matching slippers and movie marathons?”

“Okay okay you dramatic bitch. How long are you here for?”

Biscuit runs to do her business and she gets up, setting her suitcase to the side.

She sighs, “Not sure. As long as it takes me to come up with a new topic to write about–HEY— why don’t I just write on the hockey team you work with? What are they called? Ice…ice”

“Ice Dominators” you fill in for her.

She slaps her thigh. “That’s the one”

You shrug, “I mean you can, but you’ll have to call in on the coach first. He operates everything inside and outside the team”

Coach Ian is too nice to turn her request down. He’s one of the most genuine people in the federation. Maybe this is why the team is so strong and united. He respects every single boy and receives it tenfold. It's a mutual thing.

“Shit, How come I didn’t think about that” she bites her lip, her enthusiasm replaced by nervousness.

“Don’t worry. He won’t make you work for it. Ian is as nice as they come” you assure.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As you watch, she opens your fridge, taking out the box of frozen blueberries and pops one into her mouth.

“Do you want me to give you a hand?” she mumbles while chewing.

You point towards the bathroom, “Go and take a shower, right now. You stinky”

You duck the blueberry she throws your way, laughing as you do. Giving your cheek one last kiss, she excuses herself.

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Warm hands roam over your thigh, squeezing them. You muffle your moan with your palm and take every thrust.

“Yeah, you like that? You like how I’m pounding into this ass right now?”

You gasp.

“Such a good girl” he praises.

The man behind you presses a kiss to your naked shoulder as he rasps in your ears, “Were you walking around all day dripping for me?”

He pulls his cock out and thrusts again. You meet him with equal passion and hunger.

“Tell me”

You nod.

“I need your words, Destiny”

You cry out, “Yes Oh god, Yes. I wanted you in me so bad”

He cups your pussy and rubs your clit with his palm until you're rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming. Thrust after thrust he brings you to your sweet release while talking dirty things in your ear. You're about to melt into a puddle of goo. He’s got you totally at his mercy.

“So beautiful like this. Taking my cock so well huh?”

“Ahh it feels so good, right there. Just right there, don’t stop”

He bites down your shoulder, “Come for me and let everyone outside hear the name you’re screaming, you dirty whore”

Your heartbeat picks up as you squeeze him with the tight ring of muscle, orgasm crashing over.

“FUCK. Oh my god Jungkook!!”

Your eyes fling open and you sit up so fast your head starts spinning. Everything around you is pitch black. Wait, where am you?

Mina is at your side in an instant, “Destiny, are you okay babe?”

You look around and release a sigh of relief. You run your fingers through your hair, ruffling them.

“Yeah um… I’m fine. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”

Except it wasn’t. It was one hell of a dream where you were getting fucked into oblivion by your player. You're not even going to lie and say that you didn’t like it. C’mon you're a woman of needs, it’s just that, him fulfilling those needs was not on the cards for you even if it wasn't real.

You check the time on your phone and wince at the bright light flashing up at you. It’s 2:45 am and you just had a back breaking sex dream about a man who you want nothing to do with. Who, as beautiful as he is, annoys the hell out of you with those one word replies and grumpy face. An edgy feeling threatens to rise.

Oh god it’s going to be awkward now. It’s only normal to walk on eggshells around someone people have these sort of dreams about. You have read your fair share of books where the female character gets a sex dream about a man and then they don’t talk to each other for the rest of their lives. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch but it might as well not be.

Yeah, you admit you guys don’t talk to each other a lot as it is, or are longtime best friends tiptoeing around their feelings, but you're afraid you're gonna have to ignore him forever for the sake of your own sanity.

I’m so fucked. You think.

tags - @httpjeonlicious @lovingkoalaface @rpwprpwprpwprw

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o4i0n · 1 year ago

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do u guys think miguel gets hard if ur nice to him ., miguel nation what do we think

reblogs, comments & likes r highly appreciated !

it’s not like you being nice is anything out of the ordinary—if anything, it’s one of the things that comes the most naturally to you and what others notice whenever they catch you around. your care comes in the form of small, gentle reminders, shared smiles when your eyes meet another’s, or asking how things are when you pass by someone else to make simple conversation. nothing special, really, but it’s sweet.

miguel o’hara thinks that it’s too sweet, but it’s more of a ‘him’ problem, if anything. he’s not even supposed to be this worked up over something as careless as your hand brushing against his shoulder to let him know that you’re there for him that’s coupled with a chipper ‘bye!’ thrown his way before you turn around and leave, but he is. every time you leave him be, the throbbing ache that settles between his legs grows a lot heavier, and he knows that if he deals with it, it would just make things worse.

it’s not like he has any plans to stop, though. he may be growing tired of the countless times he’s caught himself thinking about you, the image of your pretty self occupying his mind so much that he swears he sees you even when he closes his eyes, but the scenarios that he’s so keen on turning into a reality make the job a whole lot easier. there may be a twinge of guilt that crosses his mind after he spills into his hand once he’s done fucking himself raw into his fist, but he tries not to thinking about it too much. even when you’re not there, you’re still assisting him in some way.

which is why he thinks that the universe is playing one massive, fucked-up prank on him when you chose the worst time to drop by his office—that dark, secluded area away from everyone else that he considers an office, anyway—and get greeted with the sight of him biting down on his fist while he furiously ruts into his hand in an attempt to get off. the need that emanates off his body is palpable; no matter how fast he’s stroking himself or how desperately he’s letting his fingers swipe over his leaking tip as pre-come trickles down the remainder of his length, he still can’t come. right now, the sounds that he’s making have more emotion than in any of the words he’s spoken to you, or to anyone, for that matter. it doesn’t make it easier that he’s suddenly terrified of how you’d treat him after seeing that spectacle of pure desperation on his part once he notices you’re there.

but you, being you, are nothing short of understanding. when miguel asks you to leave (well, he kind of shouts at you because you were never supposed to see anything like that), you’re so caught up by what you saw that you stupidly offer to help him out, your voice and demeanor taking on your trademark shyness.

miguel is many things, and you know him to be an incredibly efficient man. everything that follows is a blur, and you end up sprawled out on his desk, your clothes haphazardly tugged out of the way so that he could take up up on your offer.

“you’re too fuckin’ nice,” he whines, wasting no time to peel away your panties and drag his fingers over your entrance. it almost sounds like he’s complaining at the fact that you are the way you are, but he doesn’t say anything. as his fingers curiously prod at your pussy to spread you nicely for him, his free hand is wrapped around his cock, dripping with his own arousal as it lays heavy in his fingers.

a soft whimper slips out of your lips as he toys with your body, and it’s only sinking in now that you’re not sure if you can take all of him. but he needs help, right? he needs to feel better, so you keep your legs apart for him while he rubs the head of his cock on your sensitive clit.

when he hears that, it takes all of his self-control to not sink his cock deep into your sweet little cunt right then and there. “i just—s’too much for a guy to take,” he mumbles, trying to push his tip past your soaked folds, because he’s so nice to let you off easy for now since he knows he’s big. “i never know if you’re teasing or not.” and it’s true; the way you tread so carefully and so gently with everyone, especially with him, makes him wonder whether or not this is your way of being coy. “it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you.”

miguel doesn’t know where all these words are coming from because he knows for a fact that he’s not all that open with anything, much less with things this personal. however, there’s something about the way you’re looking up at him with doe eyes and being completely exposed in a way he’s fantasized about for so long that it sends him reeling.

you’ve been so nice for him, going above and beyond for something you don’t even need to do; of course he needs to return the favor by making you feel good too! it’s only fair, after all, that he shows his very specific way of thanking you.

the moment you give him the go, he slides right into you, your wetness and his pre-come making it easier for him to finally feel what it is he’s been dreaming about for so long. he can’t stop the low moan that escapes him when he feels your warm walls enveloping his cock, your pussy so accommodating and welcoming, just like you. he’s so relieved that it’s not his hand that’s making him feel this way anymore; immediately, he wants to bottom out, to bury himself so deep inside you that he’s positive his tip nudges against your cervix. he never thought that you’d be so kind as to let him fuck you, and he’s so eager to draw out all those sounds and reactions when you let him take you.

he pushes in deeper, his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit because he knows it’ll make you whine. “don’t think i can control myself, pretty girl,” he groans out, all the sensations hitting him like a ton of bricks, and he’s resisting the urge to move right after as you’re adjusting to him. you’re equally as fucked out as miguel and he’s not even all the way in yet. “i won’t stop until you’re crying for me, okay?”

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The One That Got Away

Characters: Reader, (Y/N and nickname babe[s].) Jensen Ackles. Jared Padalecki. Misha Collins. Mark Sheppard. Ruthie Connell. Rob Benedict. Richard Speight Jr. Kim Rhodes. Osric Chau. Matt Cohen. Alexander Calvert. Briana Buckmaster. Eric Kripke. Lily (o.c) Abby (o.c) Emily (o.c) Mention of Karl Urban

Warnings: Domestic Violence And Mental Abuse. Angst. Mention Of Cheating. Mention Of Pregnancy Loss. Mention Of Blackmailing. Drinking. Language. Jensen Being An Ass. Reader Being Bitchy. Let Me Know If I Missed Any.

Summary: You thought you had left Supernatural and Jensen in the past, but almost 6 years later you get roped back in when your job is on the line.

Word count: 6,145

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for some time now. Finally got the chance to write it out. Hope y'all enjoy it. 💗

Please don't copy my work and post it elsewhere.

Like, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 💗

You took a deep breath with your hand on the handle of the thick auditorium door. You can do this you thought to yourself. You haven’t been to a supernatural con in almost 6 years, and you didn’t think you’d ever be going to one another one. You push the doors open and the sounds of the crowd almost burst your eardrums. Everyone was talking, and excited, but your stomach was doing backflips the whole way to your seat. You felt so out of place. You thought about turning around and leaving, but you had a job to do and would get it done. You made it to your seat. First row, right in front of him. Your designated seat in the past. Of course, Eric would buy that seat. You rolled your eyes as you sat down.

Rob Benedict walks out on stage after his other bandmates. The crowd went absolutely bunkers. “Alright Vegas, are you ready?” Rob asked. The crowd went wild. You let your mind wander as Louden Swain starts their setlist.

Year 2006:

“I don’t think I can do this.” A nervous Jensen admitted walking up to the curtain on the stage between you and Jared.

“Jay, you got this,” Jared assured him.

Jensen took a deep breath. “Did you get the seat?” He looked over to you.

“Yes, I’ll be right in front of you. When you get nervous or overwhelmed just look down and I’ll flash you or something.”

Jensen let out a laugh lifting his face.

“Um, (y/n) I’m feeling a bit nervous too. “ Jared professed

You and Jensen glared at him. “I think you’ll be alright.” You told him walking over to the stage entrance

“You guys got this.” You kissed Jensen on the cheek. “I love you both.” You then kissed Jared on the cheek. “Have fun!!” You said as you turned to walk away.

“Love you too.” They said at the same time. You could hear the boys talking, but you couldn’t make out the words.

Lily was standing by the wall. She started walking with you as you passed. “Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?” You rolled your eyes and looked back at Jensen. He blew you a kiss and mouthed thank you. You nodded and gave him a smile.

“Probably not.” You said facing forward and continuing walking.

“Why the hell not?! You two would be so cute.” You sighed. “I mean you’re practically dating already.”

“Lily, leave it alone.” You said as you got to the door. You pushed the door open and walked into the auditorium, energy pulsating through the air as the fans waited for Jensen and Jared to come out on stage. You found your seat and sat down. Lily sat down next to you. They came out behind the curtain dancing as the band played their intro song.

The band starts playing Anyway You Want It by Journey bringing you out of your memory. “You guys really for them?” Rob asked and then started to sing the lyrics. Your heart hastens and you can hear it in your ears. Of course, Jensen and Jared come through the curtain dancing like the total goofballs that they are. Some things just never change you thought to yourself. You didn’t realize how much you missed this and them, the 3 of you were so close. Now you are just one of the ex-cast personal assistants of Supernatural. It broke your heart when you left the set, but it broke your heart more to be around him daily. They do their famous stage jump with Rob as the band hits the last chord.

“Should we make this official?” Richard Asked.

“Yes,” Jared answered, and Jensen nodded his head.

“Las Vegas and the surrounding counties, please welcome Mr. Jensen Ackles and Mr. Jared Padalecki.”

They bowed and sent kisses to the crowd then pointed at each other. “Have at ‘er boys,” Richard says as he shakes their hands and heads off the stage.

“Thank you to... Wait what was his name?” Jared jokes. Rob whispers in his ear. “Err Speight. Thank you, Richard Speight.” The microphone starts whining and the boys start holding their arms out and spinning them trying to get it to stop. Rob realized he had left his mic on, and he ran back on stage to turn it off.

“It's fixed! It’s fixed!” He yells at them as he runs back off stage.

“Rob Benedict, everyone!” Jensen says as he looks down. You didn’t think he could see you with all the lights pointed at him, but his jaw dropped and then his face lit up. He got Jared’s attention and pointed right at you. Jared yelled your name and waved. Welp, I guess he saw me. The microphone starts whining again, and they make a close encounter joke. Jared makes the theme noises.

“Hi, guys!” Jared said after the whining sound stopped. They welcome and thank the crowd after a lot of friendly banter between them. Then after some talk about Jared’s party patches. They finally get to questions. After three questions you hear yelling and cursing coming from the section to your right.

“FUCKING SAM AND DEAN. YOU ALWAYS DID LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME.” He yelled, slurring his words. You could tell he’d been drinking. "I BRING YOU TO THIS STUPID CON THING AND YOU DON’T PAY NOT ONE OUNCE OF ATTENTION TO ME. IT'S ALL ABOUT THESE PRETTY BOYS"

“Sir.” Jared tried to diffuse the situation.

“WHAT ASSHOLE?” Jensen rose to his feet. The man said as he stood up. “I’LL WHIP YOUR PRETTY BOY ASS?”

You quickly jump out of your seat and motion for Jensen to come to you. He walked over and squatted down. “Where’s Abby?”

Jensen looks around and points at her as she walks up to you.

“Hey Ab. I think the boys should go backstage until this is handled.”

“You can still read my mind (y/n)” Abby handed you a crew pass “Here take the boys backstage. I have a feeling we will have to call the police.”

“No,” Jensen said.

“Jensen please, we don’t want some drunk hurting you or Jared.” You tried to convince him.” And God forbid you catch an assault charge because of him.”

“I’m not gonna fight.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I won’t start the fight.

“Please” You pleaded.

“I SHOULDN’T HAVE LET YOU COME TODAY. YOU AREN’T A GOOD WOMEN. ALWAYS PUTTING SAM AND DEAN’S PUSSY ASSES BEFORE YOUR HUSBAND. WHAT A WHORE.”

Jensen’s jaw tightened and he jumped back to his feet. You yelled at Jared, you pointed at him then Jensen, then to the backstage area. Jared walked up and nudged Jensen “Come on man. Let’s go backstage and let security handle this.”

Jensen put his mic up to his mouth. And the crowd gasps. “Listen, guys... Hey!!” Jensen yelled into the microphone. The man had backhanded his wife, and you look over in time to see the man trying to rush the stage. A hurtful cry comes through the speakers as Jensen throws down his mic and jumps down from the stage. You caught him before he got far. You put your hands on his chest and tried to hold him back.

“Jensen please.” You pleaded as you struggled. You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look at you. “Come on please.” His jaw was still clenched, and his fists still held tight fists, but he stopped fighting you. “Ross.” His eyes dropped to yours and he wrapped his hands around your wrists. “Let’s go backstage.”

“One second.” He said looking over your head.

“Jens..’”

He cut you off. “I’m good, Babes.” You guys watched as the security guards zip-tied the man’s hands behind his back and took him into the lobby. “he’s gone. I wanna make sure she’s ok.” He grabbed your hand and started walking. Your feet didn’t move.

“I’ll go, but I can’t.” You shook your hand out of his. He looked at you with disappointment in his eyes and slowly nodded. “Come on.” You started walking up the aisle and he followed you.

“Is she ok?” Jensen asked Abby once you got to her. Jared walked up beside you and tugged on your hair. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m ok,” the lady said as she held her cheek.

“I think we should still have the EMTs check her out, Ab” Jared said

“Yes, they are on their way now. “

Jensen sat down in the empty seat beside her. “What’s your name?” Taking the icepack from Abby and putting it on her cheek. Abby walked to the aisle to talk to one of the police officers. They started pulling witnesses for their statements.

“Uh. Em. Emily” she stuttered

“You sure you’re ok, Emily?” She turned pink when Jensen said her name.

“Yes, I am fine.”

The EMTs walked up. “Will you let them check this out?”

“It’s really not necessary, Mr. Ackles.” She reassured him.

“Please for me?” she nodded. You rolled your eyes, and Jared nudged your arm with his elbow. You looked at him with knitted brows.

“Be nice." He whispered. You felt the urge to roll your eyes again but held it back. Jared tilted his head and started walking. You took the hint and followed him “I was scared there for a minute.” He said after you guys walk a couple steps away.

“Yeah, me too.” You confessed.

“I swear you’re the only person that can get him to calm down when he’s that pissed off.”

“Aw is he immune to the puppy dog eyes, Padalecki?” you teased.

Jared rolled his eyes. “Not yours apparently.”

“Trust me. It’s been proven that he is.” Jared furrowed his brows, but you just shook your head and walked away.

Well, I guess Jensen never told him you thought as you walked back to stand beside Abby. Jared followed.

The EMTs looked her cheek over and determined there were no fractures or teeth damage, but there

might be a slight bruise. “Thank you,” she said as they packed their bags up.

“Not a problem.” They said as they walked away.

Just then a Police officer walked up “I think we got statements from just about everyone. Did you guys see anything?” He looked at you then Jensen, Then Jared.

“Yea. We were on stage. You could tell he was drunk the way he was yelling. He started cussing, threatened him.” He pointed at Jared “I could see her lips moving, I assumed she was trying to get him to calm down, and then he slapped her.”

The officer turned to Jared. “Yeah, that’s what I saw too.”

The officer turned to you. “I didn’t see it, but I think it’s obvious what happened.”

“Ma’am, can I have a word with you.?”

The woman looked so nervous. “Want me to go with you?” Jensen asked her.

“Oh no, Mr. Ackles. You are supposed to be answering questions right now.”

“It’s Jensen.” He looked at you.

“I can go with you if you want Emily.” You offered.

“You don’t have to do that.” She said.

“I really don’t mind, come on.” You gestured for her to go ahead.

He nodded and got up. “Thank you,” she said as she passed. You walked with her out to the lobby and the boys went back to the stage.

As you walked into the lobby Emily started looking around. “Ma’am we put him in the backseat of the cruiser. He can’t hurt you now.”

She started to tell the officer what had happened. Her voice started to crack, and you put your arm around her shoulders for support. You helped her get through everything and then she explains this isn’t the first time. Your heart broke for her. “Would you like to press charges?” She looked at you.

“It's up to you, but if it was me I would. You don’t need that in your life.”

She looked back at the officer. “Yes sir.”

“Ok well, you probably paid a pretty penny for this show, so go enjoy and you can stop by later. I’ll be there all night. If you need anything before that here’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call.” He handed her his card and walked back over the door with you two. She thanked him as he opened the door. “No problem.”

“You can have my seat, I can watch from the sides.”

“You really don’t have to.” But you were already leading her passed where she was sitting.

“Hey, there she is!” Jensen said into the mic as he noticed the two of you. “Everything good?” you gave him a thumbs up as you her to your seat and sat her down. They continued asking questions.

You took a knee in front of her “Let me see your phone.” You put your number in after she handed it to you. “There’s my number if you need anything text me, ok?”

“Thank you (y/n) for everything.”

“you’re welcome, Emily. Have fun,” you walked to the side of the stage.

Abby was standing there. “Let her through.” She told the security guards. You thanked them as they let you through the gate. “Just like riding a bike huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So why are you here?” You looked at her with wide eyes. “Not that I’m not happy to see you. I just thought you were done with the whole Supernatural scene.”

“Work. “

“Ahh, how is the big boss?”

“He’s alright. Stressed at the moment.”

“Ha. When is he not.” Someone called for her over the walkie. She took a couple steps back. “Hey, I gotta go check on something in the back. Can you wrangle the boys and get them to their photo op for me? I bet they’d love that.”

You sighed “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” She turned and walked away. You watched Jared and Jensen answer questions and joke with their fans. Richard and Rob came back on stage seeing the last question song. Jensen started singing with them as Jared moved their chairs and brought the fan onto the stage. The lady was so excited. After joking with the boys she asked her question. The boys answered. They hugged and thanked her. Richard and Rob started singing again. Jensen joined in after hugging the fan.

“I just wanna say guys we wouldn't be anywhere without you.” Jensen nodded along as Jared continued. “So thank you. We love you. See ya later guys.” They both wave and blow kisses. Jensen points at you and then to the back. You nod and head that way.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Jared yelled as he ran down the hallway to you. You were in his arms twirling around before you could even say anything.

“Jared, put me down.”

“One more time.” Jared spun around one time and put you down. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”

“Well, it was kind of a hasty decision. Lily was supposed to come, but she had a family emergency. So I got sent here.”

“Why?” Jared asked.

“For me,” Jensen said.

“ Ya know you could just say yes and make my job a lot easier.” You said turning to him

"Yeah, but what’s the fun in that.” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“ Well, well, well. Look who it is.” Richard said dramatically as he walked up behind Jared.

You smiled. “Oh my gosh, it’s Richard Spade Jr” You mispronounced his last name on purpose.

“I never knew how much I missed that until right now.” He said walking towards you with open arms. You stepped towards him returning the gesture. “how long has it been?”

“5 and a half years,” Jensen answered in a dejected tone.

“Damn. Well, you look great, my dear.” He said as he released you.

“Thanks. Spade you don’t look awful yourself.”

He chuckled. “A bunch of us are going down to the bar for drinks tonight. You should come. I know everyone would love to see you again.”

“Eh,” Jared shot you his puppy dog eyes. “Damnit Padalecki! I’m in.”

Richard turned to Jared with his fist up. Jared bumped it with his. “see you guys later.” Richard said as he walked away.

“So, photo op?” you asked. You spun on your heels and started to take a step.

“Yeah, but I gotta grab something real fast. I’ll meet y’all there.” Jared said. You sighed quietly as he walked away.

“So, this isn’t awkward,” Jensen said sarcastically.

“Pretty sure talking about how awkward it is makes it worse. “ You started walking.

“I tried to call you. “ Jensen said catching up to you.

“I know.” You admitted.

“so you were ignoring me.”

“What did you expect Jensen?”

“Yeah. “ He sighed. “I get it.” You walked in silence for a couple minutes. “ How have you been?”

“Good.”

“That’s all I get?” He grabbed your arm stopping you. “ Look I know I fucked up and I know you hate me, but if we are going to work together again we are going to have to find a way to be civil with each other.”

“If I hated you I would have let you get arrested today.” He gave you a little smile.

“But twice Jensen.” He gave you a puzzled look. “You fucked up twice.” You said heavy-hearted and continued walking.

“Damnit Jared Where are you?” you thought out loud as you whipped your phone out of your pocket.

“I’m sure he’s close,” Jensen said trying to calm you down.

“ Call Jared.” You said into your phone.

“I’m right behind you. (y/n) calm down.” Jared yelled from behind

“I’m not even working this event and y’all are gonna get me in trouble.”

“Nice to see you haven’t lost your Texan roots there, sweetheart,” Jensen said and you glared at him.

You opened the door, and the long line of people started cheering. Abby was already there. “You guys are late.” Jensen and Jarod walked up to the backdrop and started greeting fans.

“It’s the tall one’s fault.” You said standing beside her

“Somethings never change. You sure you and Jensen weren’t making out in the hallway again.”

“Abby.” You said through gritted teeth

“Sorry. Sore spot got it.”

“Is that?” You heard an angel’s voice with a Scottish accent.

You turned around. “Ruthie!” she started walking quickly toward you and you squeezed her tight meeting her halfway. “Ruthie I am so glad you’re here.” You tried to hold back the tears.

“Come with me, love.” She kept one arm around you and took you to the hallway. “What’s going on? Are you back?”

“No. I’ve been working with Eric on The Boys. He wants Jensen to play this part. Eric sent me here to try to convince him to say yes.”

“Why the hell would he send you with everything that happened?”

“Lily was supposed to come, but she had a family emergency. He didn’t have anyone else. Plus, I get to see all of you guys. So, it’s really not that bad. Jensen and I just got in a little tiff before we came out here and being face to face with him again. Even after 6 years. And I’m pissed off it still hurts.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I know Babes. “She hugged you again. “Are you gonna be able to work with him again, if he does say yes?”

“I’m gonna have to. I’m finally writing Ruthie. You sighed. “I wish that night never happened. I should have kept my big dumb mouth shut.”

“They say it’s better knowing than not.” She sighed. “But I think that’s a bunch of bullshit.” She said making you chuckle. “I wish there was something I could do for you. my dear.”

“This helps. “

She squeezed you tighter. “I know this is hard for you, but I am very glad to see you. These things aren’t the same without you.”

You smiled. “I miss you too, where were you headed?”

“I have a panel in a few minutes.”

“You should go I’ll be fine.”

“Everyone is going out tonight.”

“I know. Richard and Jared already got me to agree to come.”

“You sure you’re, ok?” you nodded. “I’ll see you tonight.” She hugged you one more time and kissed your cheek.

“Have a good panel,” you said, and she smiled at you as she walked out the door. You leaned your back on the wall and slid down until you hit the floor.

You heard the door open, but you didn’t look up. Misha sat in front of you with his face in his hands.

“Whatcha doin'?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Just admiring this hallway.”

“It’s a very nice hallway, but I think you’re lying.”

“Misha, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He stood up and put his hand out “Ok then, Let’s go drink.” You smiled and took his hand. You forced yourself not to look in Jensen’s direction as you and Misha made your way through the lobby.

“So, I have a question.” You said hopping on the barstool. “How did you know I was in the hallway?”

“A little bird asked me to come check on you.” he got the bartender’s attention. “You still drink your whiskey neat?”

“Yes, please. Are you done for the day?”

“Yep. I’m all yours,” he ordered your drinks. “How is work?”

“It’s going well. I am a paid writer now Mish.”

“(y/n)!! That’s incredible, kiddo. I am so proud of you.”

“How’s everything with you?”

“Good. Gish is going to start soon. I am writing a poetry book, and Vitoria and I are working on a cookbook,”

“Fun. How’s Random Acts?”

“Oh, it’s great. Thank you, by the way. Don’t think I don’t notice your monthly donations”

“No thanks needed. I’m happy to help.” The bartender sat down 2 whiskeys in front of you “You drinking whiskey now?”

“I do occasionally and I’m not gonna let you drink alone.” You clicked glasses with him and you both took the shot. “I should go slow though. It’s been a while.”

You tapped your glass when the bartender looked your way, he nodded and poured another round for you. “Thank you,” you said as he sat the second glass in front of you.

“Well, I see we are pre-gaming over here,” Richard said as he walked up to you.

“Have to if I gotta deal with the Supernatural cast tonight.” You teased

“Oh, come on. You know you miss us Ms. Paid writer.” You gave him a puzzled look. “Jared told everyone all about it.”

“Of course he did.” You sipped your drink this time.

Richard sat down on the other side of Misha and ordered his drink. Misha leaned back in his chair. “Don’t be mad. He’s happy for you. We all are. “

“I know.”

As the events of the day ended more of the cast and crew walked into the bar area. “You want another one?” The bartender asked you.

“Um, I’m gonna slow down. I’ll take a bud light.” The bartender went to get you one “I don’t wanna get Bello drunk.”

Misha and Richard laughed. “Do you remember the first year we went?”

You smiled and nodded “When Jared almost got arrested?”

“Jared almost got arrested?” Richard asked.

“Rich you should have seen him. He was so trashed. He kept screaming...”

“BELLO” you and Misha yelled and then started laughing.

Just then you felt arms wrap around you from behind. “I didn’t believe Ruthie, but you are here.”

“Oh. Mama Kim? You stood up and squeezed her.

“THE PARTY IS HERE!” You heard from the doorway. You look over to see Jared, Jensen, and Mark walking in the door. Everyone laughed. Jensen looked you in the eye and you could see his concern. He raised his eyebrows, and you nodded letting him know you were ok. The bartender sat your beer in front of you stealing your attention.

“Thank you.” The bartender nodded. Your eyes went back to the same stop, but he was already on the other side of the bar.

“(y/n) You’re already 2 whiskies in?” Jared asked.

“Misha ordered them.” He looked over at Misha who just shrugged. “Better catch up Padalecki.” You teased.

You jumped as a piercing scream pierced your eardrums. “Y/N!!” You didn’t even have to look you know it was Briana. She ran up to you and practically jumped on you. “Oh my god! Look at you. You look so great and pretty.”

“And deaf now. Thank you.”

“You’ll be fine. Tell me everything. Kim told me you have a new man” Briana was still yelling.

You looked at Kim “I do?”

“Well last time I called you, you were with a man.”

“Karl?” you started laughing. “No.”

“Well, you guys were out to lunch. At a very nice restaurant.”

“Oh, my alert the media.” You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s my new man.”

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at Jensen who was sitting alone. “Jared.” You pulled him down to you. “Go sit with him.” You whispered into Jared’s ear.

“Or you guys can pin what the hell is going on between you and we could all hang out like old times.”

“Jared.”

“Come on, B. For one night. Please.” He put his lip out. “Don’t make me bust out the puppy eyes again.”

“I hate you.” You looked back to Jensen. He did look lonely. Damnit. “Fine.”

“Yes!!” He said waving over Jensen.

Jensen looked at you. You rolled your eyes and motioned him over. He smiled and jumped up. “So, what are we talking about?” Jensen walked up to the group.

“Apparently (y/n) has a new man,” Richard said.

Jensen raised his brows. “Oh really?”

“Well, apparently if I have lunch with a guy that means I’m fucking him.”

He smirked. “Good to know.”

“(y/n) do a shot with me.” Briana requested handing you a glass.

“Oh, come on.”

“Can’t handle your liquor anymore?” Jensen teased. You glared at him, clinked her glass with yours, and took the shot. He smiled.

“A table just opened guys. Come on.” Jared yelled, everyone walked over to the empty table. You stood in place and watched them. You really missed this.

Kim nudged you, “You alright babe?”

“Yeah.” You grabbed your beer and headed over to the table.

“Babes!!” Mark yelled.

“Did you really just notice she was here?!” Jared turned to him

“Shut up Moose.” He said as he walked around to hug you.

“How are you, love?” Mark asked as he squeezed you.

“I’m good. How are you?” you said as he released you.

“Good. The babies are getting big.”

“Yeah, I saw the pictures in the group chat. They are adorable.”

“Thank you. When are you gonna have a couple rugrats?”

“Gotta find a good guy first.” You glanced at Jensen who was glaring at the tv on the wall. I wonder if he heard.

“Yeah not many of us left,” Mark said and you chuckled.

“(y/n) over here,” Jared called out panting the empty chair between him and Jensen. You didn’t want everyone to ask questions, so you had no choice but to go sit down. Fucking fantastic you thought. Ruthie and Rob finally made their entrance and grabbed extra chairs to sit at the end of the table. Ruthie raised her eyebrows and tilted her head toward the bar.

You took the last drink of your beer and stood up. Jared looked at you, “Refill. Dude chill. I’m not gonna make a run for it.”

Jensen huffed. “Well, ya never know.”

You laughed in frustration and leaned down to Jensen’s ear. “I’m trying really hard here.” He smiled. “For Jared and Jared only.” His smile faded, “Unless you want everyone to know the real reason why I left I’d shut up if I were you.”

“Yeah, I’ll take another beer. Thanks, babe.” He said loud enough for everyone to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyone else?” A couple of people raised their drinks. You walked up to the bar and Ruthie joined you. “I’m gonna punch him.”

She laughed, “I don’t think that’s the best course of action there babe.”

Everyone cheered as Alexandra, Osric, and Matt walked in.

“Where y’all been?” Jared asked walking up behind you.

“Got caught up.” Osric lied.

“That means they were hitting on some babes in the lobby.” You turned to face the 3 boys.

“be right back,” Alex said and walked to the bathroom

Osric’s face lit up. “Oh my god. Babes.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground. He spun as he squeezed.

“Damnit, Oz. Put me down!” he didn’t. You looked up at Jared. “What is the infatuation with picking me up?”

Jared shrugged “It’s fun.”

Osric put you down as the bartender walked over “What’ll it be boys?”

They ordered their drinks and then the bartender looked at you. “ I got 4.”

“Hit me,” the bartender said.

“Bud Light, corona, vodka cranberry, and a long island.” He nodded and walked to get the beers.

“So what are you doing here?!” Osric asked you.

“Boss sent me.” You hopped on the barstool.

“Oh, who’s he gunnin' for?”

“Who do you think?”

Osric chuckled. “definitely Ackles if he' sends you.”

“It was supposed to be Lily, but something came up and ta-da.” You felt his eyes on you so you glanced over at Jensen. He looked away and took the last drink of his scotch and soda. You turned back around.

“How is Lily?” He asked.

The bartender brought over the beers. “Gimme just a sec on the drinks.”

“Can you add a scotch and soda to mine please?”

“Sure thing”

“She is good. She’s a cast p.a now.”

“aw following in your footsteps.” He said. Alex came out and walked up to get his beer. “Have you met Alex?”

“No, I left mid-season 9. Right after Kevin died actually.”

“Shh spoilers.” Jared teased. You chuckled.

“It’s an honor to meet you.” Alex put his hand out.

“Umm. What? You shook his hand. “I assure you I’m nobody special.”

“The famous Babes. They talked about you so much. Especially Jensen and Jared. They really missed you after you left.” The bartender brought over all the mixed drinks.

He pointed at the boys and gave them their total, then did the same for you. “It's all on me,” Osric said and slid his wallet out.

“You sure bud?” You asked. He nodded. The bartender put the ones for the table on a try for you. “I’ll be right back Ruthie.” You took the tray over to the table and started handing out drinks. “Compliments of Mr. Chau.” They all yelled “Thank you” and he nodded.

Jensen wasn’t in his seat. He was over by the jukebox. You sighed and walked over to him. “Here.” There was a little more force behind the glass than you intended when you put it in his hand.

“Thanks, babe.” He said sarcastically. “I think you missed your calling. You’d be a great waitress.” He said passive-aggressively.

“Yep.” You said with bitchy attitude and turned to walk back to the bar.

“Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me?” He asked in the same tone causing you to stop and turn around. “Will he fire you if I say no?”

“Take the job. Don’t take the job. I really don’t care anymore. If Eric wants to fire me because some jackass can’t get over his petty bullshit and grow up, then I don’t want to work for him anyway. “

He gently grabbed your arm “I’m the one who can’t get over it?”

You sighed. “Jensen, I don’t wanna do this here.” Your eyes started to water.

“Fine.” He grabbed your hand and led you outside and into the alley beside the hotel. “Then we do it out here.”

“Jensen.”

“What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?”

“Really you were just being a total ass in there. And now you wanna play the victim?”

“Oh, sweetheart I’m not trying playing victim. We all know I’m the bad guy.”

“Yes, you are.” You wiped a tear away.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked and he dropped the asshole attitude. “It’s really fucking hard to be around you. It kills me to look at you knowing that you hate me, so I put on a macho tough guy act. And I turn into an asshole.”

“How could you think it would ever be the same?” you wiped another tear. “You wanna talk about something killing you, you were my best friend. The love of my life. The one person I knew would never judge or hurt me. I could come to you about anything. I loved you with everything I had Jensen.” You looked up into his watery eyes. “How could you cheat on me?” you crossed your arms over your aching chest as you said it out loud. “And then you married her? And then the night before your wedding you came to my house. I put my heart out there again and asked you to pick me and look what happened.”

“I had to.” He said through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“She was pregnant. I had to marry her.” You took a deep breath as he raked back his tousled hair with his fingers. “She blackmailed me into the marriage. And then she lost the baby. Then I got blackmailed again.” He wiped the tears off his face. “I was blackmailed and forced to stay in a miserable marriage for Four years. Four years babe and I hated every second of it.”

“I didn’t know.” You whispered.

“I couldn’t tell you. you refused to talk to me.” You opened your mouth, and he held his hands up and you closed it. “Which was understandable. I fucked up, Hell back then you probably wouldn’t of believe me. Again understandable.” He took your tear-soaked face in his hands and started wiping them away. You tightened your arms, raising your elbows to keep the space between you. “The biggest regret I have in my life is that night. I would do anything, and I mean anything to take it back. I hate that I hurt you, I hate that I broke your trust and your heart.” He took a deep breath. “I hate that I lost you and I’ll never be able to get you back.” You looked from his eyes at the glistening line the teardrop had left on his cheek. “My world ended when I lost you.” You looked back at his deep verdant eyes with tears escaping them. “Then we went on hiatus, I couldn’t find you or get ahold of you. I tried my damnest for 8 weeks. Every day I called everyone I could. I went to your house. Your mama’s house. Everywhere I could think you’d be. Nobody knew where you were and if they did, they wouldn’t tell me. Then I got a call saying I’m gonna be a dad. I've been in hell ever since. Seeing you in your seat today was the first spark of hope I’ve had in a very long time.”

You jumped when you heard the clanking of a trash can lid fall. “I um just um. I’m just g-g-gonna go.”

“Fucking Padalecki.” You said with a chuckle.

Jensen gave you a small smile.” Look (y/n), the last thing I wanna do is get you fired or in trouble, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to be around you every day with us in this state. I’ll call Eric first thing in the morning and tell him you tried, but scheduling conflicts or something. I’ll figure something out. I’ll make sure you’re ok though.” You nodded. He let go of your face. “I am truly regretful of everything that I did to you and what I put you through. I really hope one day we can be friends again.”

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. You heard everything, but it was too much to process. You just stood there looking at the ground. “Babe.” You looked up at him. “I can’t leave you standing in a dark alley at night by yourself. Can I walk you back in?” you nodded. He gestured for you to go first and followed as you started to walk.

Ruthie and Jared were waiting for you guys by the front doors. “Hey there, love,” Ruthie said. She held her arm out. You slid under it and put your around her. Jared opened the door for you and then it shut behind you. “What happened out there ?”

“Cognitive overload.”

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sanjisboyfie · 1 year ago

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∞ SNSTV : first year, first mission

this is the first chapter of my series "sensitive" (SNSTV = sensitive). since it's a series, this first chapter is going to be pretty "boring" in terms of romance, but it still full of satosugu interactions with reader...but probably not favorable ones as you'll see soon lol. anyway ! stay tuned for the next chapters because i will have a lot of fun fleshing this out hehehe

first year satosugu x male reader

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“since shoko is a very valuable sorcerer, she must refrain from participating in highly dangerous missions,” the only girl in the room smiled at the information, sneakily flipping off her male classmates. satoru was annoyed, suguru was indifferent, and [name] seemed to be the only one with half a mind to care for the woman’s safety.

“her abilities are quite special,” he compliments, making yaga hum in agreement and shoko wink at him in appreciation.

satoru pretends to barf in his mouth.

“that leaves the three of you, [last name], gojo, and geto — this mission is going to be your first one without supervision. it should show to be easy enough. you are to simply monitor and oversea a specific section of the closed down mall and exorcise any curses that are roaming. it has been closed down far too long and kids are starting to wander in there without any idea of what they’re walking into. for the safety of the people and the community, you must exterminate every curse that dwells there. you are all permitted in using any cursed tool, if you wish, but we highly encourage you learn to harness your abilities as soon as possible.”

satoru pretended to barf in his mouth again. doing things for “normal” civilians was never his most ideal way of spending his time. but unless he wanted to hear a nagging from yaga, he had to suck it up. formal missions were hard to dodge, anyway. meanwhile, suguru hummed in understanding, seeing why this would need an urgent team.

and [name] was just excited to finally get his hands on his cursed tool again.

the three were escorted to the abandoned mall via their driver, who told them to call him if anything were to happen and they needed immediate assistance.

“i don’t get why crybaby over here had to come,” satoru huffs, looking at the mall with disinterest. it’s unclear whether or not he’s talking to himself or his other classmate. either way, it got a reaction from [name] who was within earshot.

“why don’t you just go fuck off gojo,” [name] snarled, holding onto the scythe in his hands with a tight grip. he expertly twirled it around, using the weight of it and basic understanding of gravity, to make it so that the sharp blade was pointed right at gojo’s neck.

hiding his surprise at the sudden action, gojo just smirked and glared at [name].

“you’re just scared because you know i’m right. the moment things go to shit, you’re gonna go running with your tail in between your legs like a poor puppy. and i’ll be there to laugh,” gojo said with a taunting cackle, the ugly sound rising from his throat making both suguru and [name] cringe.

“i’ll slice your throat open, i mean it.”

“love to see you try, piece of shit!”

“alright! enough fighting, the both of you! seriously? are we on a mission to exorcise some curses or is it my personal responsibility to babysit the two of you?” suguru sighed, rubbing his forehead in stress, “can we all just do this and go home? i think it’s obvious neither of you want to be here any longer,”

satoru rolled his eyes at suguru’s “nice guy” perona, internally calling bullshit on his entire personality. god, satoru hated those type of guys the most. the ones who think they’re superior just because they’re more mature. it pissed him off that suguru had an ability so strong too...talk about waste of potential!

well, too bad for both [name] and suguru because the one who was most superior was obviously him! he was gojo satoru, after all.

“whatever, weaklings. why don’t you sit back and just let me take care of this? there’s no need for your abilities when i could exterminate every curse in the vacinity,” satoru was confident when speaking his words, but if you were to tell him to actually do that…he might not have been able to.

hey! he was a first year and just recently allowed to go completely “ham” on using his powerful abilities. he didn’t have the bestest grasp on control or output, but he did know that his technique easily overpowered the other twos’.

“hm, to make it interesting, why don’t we have a competition?”

the competitive side of [name] and satoru shone bright after suguru said that. taking their perked up heads and attentive ears as a sign to continue on, he proposed, “whoever exorcises the most curses won’t have to do chores around the dorm for a whole week and all that responsibility will fall onto the losers.”

“a whole month,” [name] bargained, earning a shrug of approval from suguru. and satoru laughed that obnoxious laugh of his again, shouting a “bring it on” before putting on his sunglasses.

“you two are going down!”

“what does cockiness get you besides hateful stares, gojo?”

“geto-san’s right, you gojo bitch! bite your tongue and choke on your own blood, fool!!”

on the count of 3, the three students were setting off into separate directions of the mall and finding as many curses as possible to exterminate. for how vast the entire property was, this could take as long as a couple of hours…if the three students were normal jujutsu sorcerers.

but when you put a narcissist, someone with a superiority complex, and a hot-headed individual in a high stakes competition, you get the mall that was full of curses being free of said curses in under two hours (an hour and ten minutes, to be exact. to cover a 800,000 square feet land full of extremely lower grade curses).

at the beginning of the competition, [name] would lure out the curses by simply baiting them with his “naivety” of them being there. they’d pounce to attack, happy to find an unsuspecting prey, before [name] would slash them across their forms and kill them with his cursed tool. he imagines by the end of the hour, he had already taken care of over a couple dozen very low grade curses.

just as he was about to maneuver around and slice another one up, something had already took care of the problem.

“gonna need to try harder than that, crybaby,” satoru taunts, smirking from a floor above as he easily blew up the curse that was about to attack [name]. the man grits his teeth in annoyance while the white haired individual just shrugs in pride, “you can’t even look out for yourself, need me to save you, huh?”

“fuck off!” [name] sent a strong gust of wind satoru’s way via swinging his scythe towards satoru, creating almost a slash of air. his tormentor only laughed at the attempt in attacking him, flipping out of the way and then walking past [name] with a smug grin.

as he disappeared from [name]’s sight, he felt himself get more and more annoyed and angry at his predicament. of course, he had to be stuck in an abandoned place with his bully and not be able to leave until the ending of their mission. [name] huffed, feeling an unfair amount of tears reach his eyes.

at least satoru wouldn’t be around to see him cry like a pathetic loser, he thought to himself. he shook his head a couple of times, forcing the tears down with a clearing of his throat and rough wipe of his face. it was a pain to live such an emotionally unstable life — as if he had any control over things like that.

“so you really are a crybaby?” suguru’s voice broke his silent sobs, making him whip his head up and glare at the man approaching him. seeing his obvious apprehension to him being there, suguru put his hands up in surrender to show he meant no harm, “there’s no reason for you to be crying, why are you crying?”

“obviously i know i have no reason to cry, idiot, how annoying do you think it is for me to have to do it when i have no reason to?!”

suguru blinked, confusion panted on his face, “you have to cry?” putting emphasis on ‘have’ it was obvious suguru didn’t see a point in such a thing, especially right now.

“you wouldn’t get it, so just leave me alone,” [name] said, waving his hand and turning around to look for more curses. suguru had an odd look on his face as he watched [name] walk away, an unreasonable amount of cursed energy surrounding the previously crying man.

the ravenette truly wondered what his life story was, he was just so intriguing. a sorcerer coming from one of the strongest clans in the jujutsu world was walking away from him with his head held down, shoulders shaking, and tears dripping onto the floor.

“what’s his deal,” suguru hums to himself, flicking his wrist in the direction of a miniature curse that was coming towards him and easily eliminating it from the picture.

[name] continued expertly swinging his scythe around whenever he saw a curse coming towards him, not flinching as it died in front of him each time. it was obvious he was most comfortable with such a weapon, despite it being a couple times larger than his smaller frame. with how easily he handled it, though, it was somewhat obvious that he had been training with the weapon for a long time.

“oiii!!! i finished up on my part of the mall,” satoru shouted, his whiny voice echoing in the empty walls.

“same here!!”

[name] looked down at the pathetic curse that was shyly standing far away from him. it had an odd figure, a spherical body that was being held up by skinny blue legs that were wobbling from the abnormal amount of weight that they had to hold up. it was muttering some stuff about the fitting room and how the clothes weren’t fitting, making [name] believe it probably formed from the stuff people would feel about themselves in the fitting rooms.

he sighed, walking ahead and crouching in front of the curse. the scythe remained unmoving as it was leaning against his shoulder, weakly swinging in the air at the heavy weight of the blade hanging behind his head. he kept it secure with his arm over the handle portion, making sure that it didn’t fall over.

the curse reached its arm out to touch him, but with a simple shifting of his head into the opposite direction, [name] stopped the possible contact. instead, he just put his finger to the pudgy flesh of the curse’s body, grimacing at the feeling. and with a simple “shot” coming from his fingers, the curse began to flail in pain and agony. until it turned into nothing but ash and dust, being blown away by a passing breeze.

“hey, what was your total count?” satoru’s voice taunted from behind him, not really reading the energy in the room. [name] stood up, a completely dead look in his eyes. it almost shocked satoru enough to shut him up, but it would take more than a miserable face to ever make him close his loud mouth.

“i came up to about 60,” suguru said, “a bunch of small insignificant ones, really,”

“and i got to the eighties,” satoru grinned, roughly shoving his shoulder into suguru’s. the black haired man only rolled his eyes, “what about you? i doubt above thirty, am i right?”

in reality, [name] had killed more curses than the two combined. but he susposes that he had an advantage, wielding a cursed tool rather than using his actual technique. well, except to kill that last one. plus his high sensitivity in reading where the curses were gave him an advantage in finding the prey faster than the other two.

but instead of telling the truth and gloating, like he should have done, he just shrugged, “i didn’t keep track — i guess you win, gojo,”

that made the strong sorcerer pump his fist into the air, chanting about how [name] and suguru were going to be stuck doing his laundry for a month. he was too caught up in his celebration to notice how sunken in [name]’s face really looked.

it wasn’t just his eyes that appeared dead, but it was as if the color drained from his face, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was weakly walking towards them.

suguru noticed, though. and it intrigued him as he peered behind [name]’s subtly limping figure, catching a pile of ashes that was blowing in the wind. he couldn’t connect the dots completely, but he did know that the two things he noticed were connected in some way.

“feeling alright? losing sucks,” suguru asked, trying to talk about more light hearted things in the face of his incredibly sullen classmate.

“yeah, it’s whatever, i guess,”

there was definitely a difference. less colorful choices of vocabulary were being used and suguru thought that was the most noticeable change in [name]’s demeanor. he wasn’t cursing satoru out for being an egotistical piece of shit with the biggest ego in the world. he was just blankly walking past the bragging man with not a care in the world.

suguru bit his lip, stopping himself from asking more questions and instead reaching into his pocket to contact their original driver to tell them that the job was done. and while suguru was theorizing all of these things to himself, it was obvious satoru didn’t even spend a second thinking about it. if anything he welcomed the new, depressed [name]. it made for perfect bullying material for him!

that sadist, suguru grimly thought in his mind as he listened to the phone ring. he informed the driver to come pick them up before turning back around to watch satoru and [name] interact with one another. with how off he was acting, it was a surprise to see satoru still adamant on tormenting [name]. wasn’t it obvious already he was not himself? couldn’t gojo just give him a break? but then again, why wasn’t [name] sticking up for himself? he wasn’t a little kid that needed suguru’s saving, but at this point, he might as well.

“c’mon, gojo, quit it already,” suguru spoke up, lightly slapping the man’s shoulder. satoru didn’t like that, though, obnoxiously stomping over to stand toe-to-toe with suguru.

“hah? c’mon, geto, you’ve got to see that this is a real pathetic scene, isn’t it? he can’t do anything in his life but constantly lose. it makes you wonder how it’s even possible for us to exist in the same world as him; the strongests and the weakest standing to be in the same jujutsu class? what a joke,”

suguru grimaced, pushing satoru backwards to create some space in between them, “that’s not even funny, what’s your issue, gojo? can’t you just shut up for a couple of seconds? would it really kill you?”

satoru pretended to barf, glaring at suguru, “oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you’re one of those righteous folks that sticks up for the weaker people?”

“i don’t have to explain shit to you — i don’t even know you,” suguru mumbles, not wanting to entertain him further. creating an argument would only make their moods worsen and become more bitter towards each other. in the midst of his annoyance, suguru glances towards [name] and scoffed to himself.

it was a bit pathetic of [name] to not even speak up for himself, he’ll admit that. but he wasn’t going to bully him just for that. he just wished that he had spoken up for himself in this moment, it would’ve at least been a sign to satoru that he wasn’t to be messed with. that he was strong, to some extent. but instead the man just stood there and took all the insults.

it made suguru both annoyed and angered.

why couldn’t [name] stand up for himself now? he was doing so before so easily and naturally. but now, it was as if all the energy was sucked out of him…

the ride to the jujutsu high was silent. and [name] seperated from the two the moment they stepped foot onto the school grounds. suguru remained stoic as he watched [name] walk away while satoru next to him only hummed in disinterest.

”i’m telling you, suguru, to not waste your time defending him. he’s got no place in the jujutsu world, weak sorceres like him that prove to be useless have no place standing next to us — or even shoko for that matter. she may not have fighting prowess, but her natural ability is remarkable. with [name]…there’s nothing remarkable about him. it’s as if he’s a normal human, he’s ordinary and dull. don’t waste your breath with him.”

that was all satoru said to suguru before walking off, his hands behind his head as he walked in such a lax position. suguru stood silent for a couple of moments before snapping himself out of his stupor and going to his room.

he looked at the room a couple of doors down from him, [name]’s room, and his lips were drawn into a thin, straight line. he entered his comfortable room without wasting another second.

he didn’t know that behind [name]’s door, the man had his knees brought up to his chest as he sobbed his heart out on the floor. the screen of his small tv was blaring back at him in the dark room, the screen being the only source of light. he was watching his favorite show, one that made him laugh and happy. but tears streamed down his face as he had to choke back on his sobs.

he tried forcing a smile on his face, making an unsettling expression a couple of times before he gave up.

he always hated this part.

but he had to persevere. he moved to his small music player at his bedside, grabbing the headphones that worked alongside them and falling onto his bed. he put the flimsy over-ear devices on, sighing as he looked up at the blank ceiling. soon, a compilation of his favorites songs filled his ears and he tried to be content with the feeling.

‘immerse yourself. and you’ll be okay in the morning.’

it was a mantra he repeated to himself until he felt himself fall into sleep.

he really hated his innate cursed technique.

sorry if u hate emotional mcs...this guy is gonna be one. but for explainable reason, trust! he's still going to be strong, too, though, so look forward to that! i can't wait to make him go #insane <3 but other than that, really fun to write since it shows the dynamic i imagined satosugu to have in their first years of jujutsu high !!! since the whole incident happens in their second year i rlly wanna focus on building the relationships in the first year and stuff, so things might be a lil slow to start, but when it starts ... it'll start, trust. tysm for being os patient w this even if it is short affa. i look forward to writing longer, more deeeeeep chapters in the future. much love <3

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adventremnant · 7 days ago

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I have a nutrition question that I’d be highly greatful if you answered.

I’ve recently lost weight and am hovering at a 16.6 BMI. I’m a pretty intuitive eater and have a relatively balanced diet (but more fiber wouldn’t hurt). But anyway, lately I’ve noticed that the cuts I get on my hands from working in a gardening center are taking longer to heal. I’m getting scabs over small wounds when they would normally disappear after a day or two. Is this a nutrition problem or an overall underweight problem? Can I fix this without gaining? Any advice is highly appreciated TY

Hi, I know this isn't the answer you want, but I highly recommend you do gain weight. Not only do I not recommend maintaining below a 17 BMI, it sounds like you're likely protein deficient or could be in the beginning stages of scurvy if you're seeing wound reopening/re-healing.

I also recommend professional assistance/assessment to determine what deficiencies are causing this issue. As always, it is okay to lie to medical professionals if you aren't ready to get help. Weight loss can be blamed on a breakup, family death, pet death, state of the world, or chronic nausea.

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cheriafreya · 3 months ago

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gonna share my thoughts on The Herta after prioritizing her over Aglaea...

TL;DR: a bit sad I have to miss Aglaea but she's too demanding, Herta has good value as someone who's gotten back into F2P hell, and her "powercreeping" was extremely exaggerated by the community, which is good. She could also give me the opportunity to pull for other characters I like in the future (Screwllum).

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So first off, I'm actually quite content with my decision, even though I like Aglaea more as a character and was hoping to get her for months. The truth is that The Herta is my first ever Limited Erudition character and I really, really needed one, especially now that the content is catering towards AOE damage. Also, as I commented in a previous post, pulling for Aglaea felt extremely demanding and I just don't have enough jades to invest in her, sadly. If I have enough by the time she reruns I'll consider it, but now that I've decided to go F2P... I highly doubt it. It's such a shame though, Aglaea is gorgeous and her gameplay looks super fun, but she's insanely Premium, that's just how it is and I've accepted it. You just can't get everything you want in this game, and Herta is way more F2P-friendly, which makes her the better option for quite literally any F2P account. You just need to own another Erudition character (which you own, because there are very good 4 star options) and that's it. Sure, she has stronger Limited options like Jade, but any account can use her comfortably and still do very well. Her only downside would be that she's SP-unfriendly, but I'm playing her with Sunday and I'm having no problems with that.

That being said, I do think she's a bit too overhyped? Like people were talking about her doing insane numbers and outdoing every single DPS in the game, and after trying her out in MoC, AS, and PF, I think she isn't really that much stronger in comparison to my Firefly or even Acheron. Where she really shines is in PF of course, I was actually able to get all the stars for once thanks to her, but otherwise they all seem to be quite on par. Which I'm honestly glad because powercreep fucking sucks and knowing that her damage doesn't make that much of a difference is a good thing. Unless I'm playing her wrong, which I don't think I am because she's pretty well built. In the end, it looks like the game's actual problem really is HP inflation, more than anything. Not that it's an excuse, as powercreep is still a thing no matter what, but at least it's not as horrible as it seemed... Probably. They still force you to pull for certain units because the end-game caters to them, so they still fucking suck.

But anyway, another good thing about having pulled for her instead, is that my Stelle can stay in the Firefly team along with Fugue to assist Firefly, something I appreciate because I don't have Ruan Mei. And! she also opens a few options for me to pull in the future for characters I actually really like, Screwllum for example since he's supposed to be Erudition as well. Or even Anaxa, who's starting to really get my attention. Overall, it was a good decision.

#abbey plays honkai star rail #I love yapping yay #Anaxa might come home instead of Castorice btw #but we'll see #I could also skip everyone and wait for Archer and Saber which was my original plan #hmm...#where are you Screwllum...

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marvel1012 · 7 months ago

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I shelved this fic a while ago, since it was supposed to be a backstory for my first Rook and then the faction origins dropped and retconned everything I had written. Now I just consider Valeria to be an OC in the DA universe. In honor of Emmrich's podcast episode being so fun, I decided to post it anyway. So here it is, friends! 4,396 words about a girl with a gift and the necromancer who spirited her away.

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As the light in her study dimmed from a passing cloud, Valeria squinted to make out the shaky, faded handwriting on the scroll that was sitting in front of her. It had been an unusually rainy autumn in Nevarra, but she stubbornly refused to light more lanterns in the office– the merchants weren’t exactly handing out the lamp oil for free these days. She raised the brittle parchment closer to her face and caught a whiff of its musty odor. This document had been improperly housed in some attic or cellar during its lifetime, and the ensuing moisture damage only served to make the already terrible penmanship harder to read.

With a sigh, she gave up and tossed the scroll onto her desk, where it landed with a soft crunch. A little fragment of the record broke away and fell to the table.

Whoops.

Leaning back into her plush velvet chair, Val couldn’t help but rub at her eyes until she saw a kaleidoscope of color behind the lids. After staring at scrolls and ledger books all day, they felt dry enough to roll right out of her head. “Andraste’s teats, when will I ever find this marriage contract?”

Someone loudly cleared their throat nearby.

“Who-?” she yelped, startled by the intrusion into her office.

Edda, her assistant, gave a rueful smile. “Sorry, m’lady, but I wanted to remind you about your meeting this afternoon. With Miss Van Korver?”

Valeria couldn’t help but groan, “Arrgh, was that today? What time?”

“Erm, well, now, messere. She’s here right now.”

Valeria took a deep breath to steady herself, lest she launch the closest paperweight across the room and in the general direction of Edda’s face.

After a moment of silence, she nodded. “Alright, Edda, thank you. Please send in Miss Van Meyer.”

“Uh, it’s Van Korver, m’lady.”

The annoyed researcher made a shooing gesture, “Oh, whatever her name is. Just get her in here.”

Edda scurried out into the hallway and then returned a moment later, ushering in a well-dressed, well-coiffed, well-lacquered young woman. She was tall, slender, and blond– quite the contrast to most Nevarrans, who tended toward swarthy complexions and stocky builds. Her unique look would have stood out in any Nevarra City crowd, and probably earned her plenty of jealous side-eye from the other noble girls. She was different, and therefore easily othered.

She was perfect.

Val stood and took Van Korver’s outstretched hand in both of hers, “Oh, Miss Van Korver, it’s so lovely to meet you, won’t you have a seat?”

The younger stranger’s smile wasn’t very genuine. Valeria could tell because it didn’t even reach her eyes. Those flinty blue orbs were like a pair of ice chips as she settled into the chair opposite the desk. “Of course, so nice to meet you as well. And please, call me Carolin.”

“Carolin,” Valeria nodded and took her own seat. “Your servant indicated that you were interested in applying for membership in the Society of the Bloomed Skull.”

The other woman sniffed. “Yes. You came very highly recommended by Lady Herreshoff, she said your research and writing skills were impeccable. In fact, she said that were it not for your help, she would’ve never made it into the Society at all.”

Valeria’s smile brightened as she thought, “You don’t know the half of it.”

Outloud she said, “I very much appreciate Lady Herreshoff’s kind words. Did she, by chance, mention my fee?”

“Yes. And she said you’re worth every copper, even though you’re-“ she caught herself before she finished the thought, but she didn’t have to spell it out. Valeria was well aware of what they thought of her. Although she’d been born in Nevarra City, and her family had moved here from the Free Marches decades ago, no matter how hard she worked for them, they still didn’t consider her good enough. She wasn’t “really Nevarran”. It was a refrain that still rankled, even after a solid twenty-six years of hearing it.

Valeria covered the awkward silence by rummaging around in a desk drawer. “Very well, let me just procure a quill from insi- aha, here’s one- and I’ll need your signature on this agreement. I take one half of the fee up front, the rest when I deliver your completed application.”

She handed Carolin the quill, placed an ink pot on the opposite side of the desk so she could reach it, and slid over a piece of parchment that already had the terms printed on it. Carolin barely glanced at the form before signing it. “My kind of gal,” Valeria thought.

With that done, it was time to get down to brass tacks. Steepling her fingers on the desk, Valeria tried to look like she was deeply invested in Miss Van Korver’s family lore.

“Now, before I can proceed with acquiring the necessary documents to accompany your application, I need to know the name of your earliest progenitor, to which I will attempt to prove a direct connection.”

Carolin sat up straighter and puffed out her chest, peering down her nose. “Sigisvult,” she stated matter of factly.

Valeria’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Sigisvult?. THE Sigisvult, the very first Dragonbane of Nevarra?”

“Why, don’t you see the family resemblance?” Carolin turned her head to the side, to give a better angle on her profile. As if anybody would look like their ancestor that lived 500 years ago.

“Oh, right, right. I see it now. Just like his statue on top of the Market District fountain. The spitting image, to be sure.”

Carolin tossed a cascade of honey-gold hair over her shoulder and grinned at what she believed was a genuine compliment. She plucked a dainty, embroidered coin purse from her belt.

“I have the first part of your payment here. The rest upon receipt of my proof documents.”

“My dearest Carolin,” Valeria cooed as the bag of coins exchanged hands with a soft, metallic clink, “with your sterling pedigree, I assure you that the application is a trifling formality. You’re a shoe in for admission.”

With that, Valeria stood and gestured toward the door. Carolin followed obediently. As she swept out into the hallway in her elegant gown, the researcher called after her, “Oh, and give me two weeks to get your papers in order, please.” Just to be convincing, Valeria took three.

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The research into Carolin Van Korver’s family was easy and straightforward. By the third day Valeria had pretty much exhausted the scrolls and charts on the father’s side, and, Maferath be damned, she really was related to Sigisvult. He was her 17th great grandfather on her paternal grandfather’s line. There was no one of note on the mother’s side, but the information was included in the packet just the same. While the direct connection to Sigisvult Dragonbane would have been more than enough to guarantee her admission into the Bloomed Skull, dear Carolin should get her money’s worth.

With the required proof documents gathered and summary report written, Valeria took advantage of the next several days of quiet, completing a few personal projects and even sneaking away for some “paid personal time” down at the archery range. She had rated an embarrassing fourth place at last year’s Winter’s End tournament, and was determined to avoid a repeat performance.

When three weeks had passed, she sent Edda to fetch Carolin. As the younger woman stepped into the lantern light from the dim hallway, Valeria was shocked at how much her appearance had changed in just a few short weeks. She was sallow and disheveled, without so much as a smattering of rouge on her lips or cheeks. She had lost weight, and her once well-fitted clothing now hung on her frame. By the Maker, had she somehow managed to contract the plague?

Carolin let out a soft groan as she sunk into the chair across from the desk, as if even the simple act of sitting down was taxing. Her eyes looked red rimmed, like she had been crying, or perhaps she had just been missing sleep.

Valeria glanced over at Edda, who gave a shrug from her post by the door.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Carolin,” Valeria began, “as you know, I’ve been working these last few weeks to conduct a thorough investigation of your family history, on both your maternal and paternal lines, to verify your eligibility for the Bloomed Skull, and to sufficiently document your connection to Sigisvult Dragonbane.”

“I know what you’ve been doing, I paid you to do it, remember?” the other woman snapped. So much for the veneer of gentility.

“Right, well, I thought I had everything in good order until a few days ago, when I was reviewing High Court cases at the royal library for another client.”

Carolin narrowed her eyes. The message was clear: what does this have to do with me?

Valeria cleared her throat and continued. “By chance, I came across a case that had your 9th great-grandfather’s name upon it. It was,” pause for dramatic effect, “a bastardy case.”

She blinked. “A what?”

Valeria stood and moved around the desk to Carolin’s side, and placed a reassuring hand on hers. “This is going to be difficult to hear, but I want you to know that your family’s secret is safe with me.”

“Our what?” It was barely a whisper. She was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Your 9th great-grandfather, on your father’s side, was not, in fact, the legitimate child of your 10th great grandfather, Sigisvult VII. He was actually the son of,” she leaned in, speaking low as if not wanting anybody else to hear, “an Orlesian chevalier.”

Carolin recoiled, jerking away from Valeria’s touch. “You’re lying! This is some foul joke! You’re playing a prank at my expense!”

Now it was the researcher’s turn to shake her head. “I’m afraid it’s true. Of course, I didn’t want it to be, because I know this is going to cost you your admission to the Bloomed Skull. Your direct blood descent from the first Dragonbane was your ticket in, but with this discovery–”

Carolin cut her off, sapphire eyes flashing with anger. “I don’t believe this, this, nonsense. Just because there was a court case doesn’t make it true! Someone could have been lying, someone could have been trying to besmirch us!”

Aha. And there it was. Time for the final act of this little charade.

“Of course, Carolin, I wanted to believe the very same. That this was just some terrible misunderstanding, or a nefarious plot by a rival house to sully the name of the great Sigisvult’s descendants. But alas, I know that it is the truth. Beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

“How? How could you possibly–”

“Because I asked.”

“You, you, who, how?” she spluttered, clearly very confused.

Valeria puffed herself up. Now it was her turn to look haughty. “I asked. I asked your 10th great grandmother, Fredreike of Wildervale, wife of Sigisvult VII.” Carolin opened her mouth to speak, but was waved off.

“Spirits cannot lie.” Valeria didn’t know if that was true or not, but neither did Carolin, and it sounded good.”When I asked, Fredreike admitted her affair with the Orlesian. Told me all about it, actually. They met while she was at court serving Queen Cacilie Pentaghast, and the chevalier was a visiting representative of the Emperor. Their association was– brief– but, well, fruitful. Obviously.”

Carolin’s eyes were wide as saucers. “You’re an agent of the Mortalitasi?” she hissed.

“No, of course not. Merely a simple researcher with a gift.” The other woman looked dubious, so Valeria added a little flourish. “My mother had the gift as well, as did her mother before her. I come from a long line of women who can summon, and speak with, the spirits of the dead.” The key to crafting a good lie was to always couch it in a kernel of truth.

Without warning, Carolin seemed to crumple in on herself. She burst into loud, wracking sobs, burying her face in her hands. While Valeria had expected her client to be dismayed, this reaction seemed a little over the top. After all, they were discussing an affair that allegedly happened over a century ago– the only impact it had on the present was loss of membership in a lineage society.

Valeria glanced over at Edda, who looked equally taken aback at Carolin’s hysterics. It was normal for their clients to be disappointed or upset at this point in the reveal, but this was more than they had bargained for. She didn’t know what else to do, so Valeria awkwardly patted Carolin’s shaking shoulder.

“There, there, it’s going to be okay. Surely you can find some other society to join. Perhaps the Sisters of the Glorious Poor?” That suggestion was a bit of a petty dig on her part. The Sisters were considered the lowliest of the benevolent organizations in the city– for one thing, their ranks were open to anyone who wished to join. And for another, they worked very closely with the city’s destitute populations: orphans, widows, lepers, and the like. Someone from Carolin’s social strata would rather pitch themselves off the top of the Grand Necropolis than be seen associating with the unwashed masses.

“Y-you–you d-don’t–understaaaaand,” Carolin wailed into her hands.

She was correct, Valeria really didn’t. She and Edda had played this little trick many times by now, and she’d never seen someone react this way. “Well, dear, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, so I can try?”

Carolin took a couple of big, wet sniffs and then gave a pointed glance in Edda’s direction. Valeria took the hint and made a show of dismissing her assistant from the room. She gave a stately bow and closed the door behind her. She knew her mistress would fill her in once the client had gone.

“Now, what is it that I don’t understand, Carolin?” Valeria produced a white handkerchief from a little wooden box on top of her desk. It wasn’t uncommon to discover tragic events in the course of genealogical research, so she kept them handy for clients who had to hear difficult information. Carolin dabbed at her eyes and then loudly blew her nose.

“I have to get into the Bloomed Skull. I have to. If I don’t, my life is over.” She was staring down at her hands in her lap, fiddling with the handkerchief.

“I still don’t understand. What do you mean?”

She groaned in exasperation. “I mean, if I don’t get into the Bloomed Skull, then my life will be over. Maxi’s family will never accept me, they only marry Society ladies, and if we can’t get married then I’ll be ruined.”

“Maxi?” Valeria thought for a moment. Which family would be so high station that something as silly as Bloomed Skull membership would make or break a marriage contract? Then, to her horror, it dawned on her. She grabbed Carolin’s upper arm without a thought for propriety. “Maximilian Van Markham?”

“Yes! Maxi and I have been secretly engaged since the summer. He was only waiting on my admission to the Society to announce our betrothal to his parents and the rest of the family. I thought, we thought, that with Sigisvult, well, and, and we–” she trailed off in a fresh chorus of sobs, but this time, one of her hands drifted to her lower belly.

Oooh, this was bad. But it was also very good.

Valeria let her cry it out for a moment more, then stood and patted Carolin on the back. “Alright, Carolin, I think I know how we can fix this.”

She blew her nose again and looked up with reddened, puffy eyes. “Y-you do?”

“Obviously the pedigree chart can always be drawn up to appear as though your 9th great grandfather was legitimate. However, all applications to the Society are subject to review, so there’s a chance that the court case could be located by a third party during that process, and then our fraud would be exposed. Or at the very least, your application would still be denied.”

“Well then it’s over. I’m finished.”

“Now, hold on, let me think.” Valeria tapped her chin, pretending to ponder her options. “Nooo, we mustn’t risk someone else finding the court case,” she muttered under her breath. Then, she snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it! It’ll be difficult, nearly impossible, and very dangerous, but I think I know what to do.”

Carolin grabbed her hand, her grip like a vice. “Tell me, please.”

“I can access the royal library again under the guise of conducting further research. No bags or satchels are allowed inside, but I may be able to smuggle the offending scroll out on my person. From there, I could destroy it, and your family’s indiscretion would disappear forever.”

“But, aren’t there duplicate copies of the cases elsewhere?”

“Not when they’re as old as this case. The royal library maintains the only permanent copy of court cases from that age.”

Carolin sighed and sunk back into the chair, relieved. “Then my application would be accepted, I’d be a Society lady, and Maxi and I can be together forever.”

Valeria took a seat at her desk once more. “Yes, if I can manage this feat, then you’re saved. However, it’s going to be very difficult, and very dangerous.” She crooked an eyebrow in Carolin’s direction, but the hint wasn’t being received. She was too busy fantasizing about her upcoming wedded bliss. Valeria cleared her throat, “Ahem, I said very difficult, and very dangerous.”

That seemed to bring Carolin back to herself. “Oh! Right, of course. You’ll want additional payment for your trouble. Of course.” She reached for the coin purse at her belt, then frowned. “But I’m afraid I’ve only brought what I already owed you for the application, and no more.”

“Carolin, obviously I can’t be expected to put my career, nay, my life, on the line without some form of compensation.”

“Right, yes, absolutely. Just,” she rose from the chair and made a stopping gesture with both hands, palms out, “just wait, and I’ll run home and grab the additional coin. How much do you want, is double your usual fee enough?”

Val tried to play it cool, and not convey her excitement. “I suppose that will be sufficient.”

Carolin bustled out of the office without another word. Valeria waited a moment, until she heard the front door open and slam shut, and then punched the air in front of her with a quiet “yesss”. This was, by far, going to be their biggest score yet. And all she had to do was sit back and relax for a few days, then hand Carolin the application packet she had already prepared. There was, of course, no court case, no bastardy, and no threat to Carolin’s admission. Valeria could count on Miss Van Korver to keep her silence about the whole ordeal, because to speak about it to anyone else would expose her “family secret” to the world.

Val would give it a few weeks after Carolin’s acceptance into the Bloomed Skull, let her settle in and think she’s in the clear. That should give Edda plenty of time to forge the “court case” that was supposedly smuggled out of the library. And whaddya know, maybe Valeria didn’t destroy it after all? And maybe she wanted more gold to maintain her silence? Sweet “Maxi” would certainly be good for it.

Oh! She had to tell Edda about Carolin’s secret Van Markham love child! Valeria rushed around the side of the desk and had almost made it to the door when a tall, dark shadow appeared in the hallway just outside. She drew up short, surprised.

“W-Well met, ser. May I assist you with something?”

The man stepped into the office and thus into the lantern light. He was indeed tall, and slender, with a graceful, refined carriage. His graying hair was slicked back away from his face, and he wore a thin mustache that drew attention to the sensuous curve of his lips. “Valeria Amell, I presume?”

“You presume correctly, messere. I am Valeria Amell.”

He smiled, which softened his hazel eyes. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Emmrich Volkarin.”

Valeria finally noticed the pin attached to the lapel of his jacket. It was the mark of the Mortalitasi. She retreated behind her desk, trying not to give the impression of a frightened nug running for cover, even though that would have been an accurate comparison.

“The pleasure is mine,” it wasn’t. “I’ll ask again, messere, is there something I can help you with?”

Without any invitation or leave, he took a seat, and gestured for Valeria to do the same. “Please, sit, miss. There’s much to discuss.”

“I’ll stand, thank you. Now, would you care to tell me what this is about?”

To her surprise, he chuckled a little bit. Maybe she was just imagining things, but something about his gaze felt– chilling. Val had heard stories about Mortalitasi being able to mind control their unsuspecting victims, so she quickly glanced away.

“You’re a Registrar for the Society of the Bloomed Skull, are you not?”

She relaxed just the tiniest bit. If he believed she held an office in the Society, he didn’t know that much about her, after all. Valeria decided to hedge rather than correct. “I offer genealogical research services to my esteemed clients, and many of them do seek to join the Bloomed Skull.”

“Ah, that’s right! How silly of me. The Society doesn’t allow non-members to hold rank within their organization, no matter how skilled they are. And your family isn’t originally from Nevarra, therefore you aren’t eligible to join. And you never will be.”

Valeria grimaced, and sat down. That last bit stung, even though she didn’t like to admit it.She had clearly underestimated her opponent.

He continued, “Word about the city is that you have a special talent. One that is particularly suited to this type of research. That you’re able to,” Volkarin considered his words carefully, “commune with the deceased?”

Oh for fuck’s sake– which one of those stuck up twits had blabbed? Valeria shook her head. “I’m sorry, messere– ”Please, call me Emmrich, I insist.”

“--very well, Emmrich. I believe you’ve been taken in by idle gossip. I can do no such thing. My grandmother’s mother claimed to have such abilities, but that didn’t go over well in Tantervale. They burned her at the stake for a heretic.”

The older man stroked his mustache and regarded her in silence for a moment. Then, he leaned forward and whispered, “But what if I told you that you’re wrong? What if you could? Speak, with the dead? With spirits?”

Val’s eyebrows knit together. “I don’t understand. I’m no mage, I’m just a common–” she almost said criminal, “--researcher.”

“You’re intelligent. Determined. Cunning.In a short amount of time, you’ve made the great houses of Nevarra City your loyal patrons, and in the process you’ve accumulated a wealth of knowledge about their lineages and connections. Maker’s breath, you’re meant for so much more than a life of petty thievery!”

The researcher’s hand slipped to the small dagger she had concealed at her belt as her eyes narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“We’ve been observing you, Valeria. From the inside.” He shrugged. “It didn’t seem strange, that you were able to secure an assistant within a week of hanging out your shingle? Such an able assistant too, who possessed skills like forgery to abet your little schemes?”

Edda. A Mortalitasi operative.Valeria clenched her fists. “Why me?” she growled.

“Because of precisely who you are. They burned your great grandmother because she could speak with the dead. We’ve been watching, and waiting, to see if the gift would resurface in one of her descendants. The Mortalitasi have been monitoring your family since their arrival in Nevarra forty years ago.”

“And you think it’s me? You think I’m the one?”

He quirked a manicured eyebrow. “I know you are.” Emmrich stood and made a show of dusting off his coat. Val heard the soft tinkling of bangles on his arm. The Mortalitasi lapel pin flashed when it caught the lantern light. His shadow fell over Valeria’s seated form, and she shivered. That otherworldly chill, again.

“We want you to join us, Valeria. The Mourn Watch can help you unlock your dormant abilities, harness your power, and become who you were always meant to be.”

Valeria stayed seated. Her mouth was set in a hard line as she considered the offer. How long would she be able to keep running these schemes, realistically? And what would she do if someone finally caught on? Flee? The Mortalitasi were revered, or at the very least, feared, by everyone in Nevarra City.

She would finally be accepted. She could finally belong.

She stood and nodded, “I accept your offer, Emmrich Volkarin. When do we begin?”

The older man smiled. “Splendid. We begin now. My carriage awaits outside, ready to carry us to the Grand Necropolis.”

As he turned to lead the way out, Valeria held back. “Oh, but what about Carolin? She needs to get her application packet for the Bloomed Skull.”

Emmrich chuckled, “Don’t worry about Miss Van Korver. ‘Edda’ will see to it that her admission is taken care of.”

“Ah, right. I see.” She followed the necromancer out onto the sidewalk, where his smart looking carriage was waiting.

Volkarin was reaching for the carriage door when it suddenly popped open, and a grinning skull with brilliant jewels for eyes leaned out, its skeletal fingers gripping either side of the doorway. It was such a shocking sight that Valeria couldn’t stifle a yelp.

Emmrich tutted, “Maker’s breath, Manfred, you can’t just pop out at people like that!”

The skeleton bowed its head in a posture that could only be described as sheepish, and shrunk back into the dim interior of the carriage. Emmrich regarded his newest recruit with an apologetic smirk. “My assistant, Manfred. Please don’t be alarmed by his appearance, I assure you he’s perfectly harmless.”

Val returned the smile, but it lacked conviction. At the end of this strange carriage ride, everything about her life would change. She took a deep breath, let it out. Placing a hand on each side of the doorway, she climbed inside.

#dragon age the veilguard #datv #dragon age fanfiction #datv fanfiction #emmrich volkarin #dragon age oc

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deathinfeathers-a · 1 year ago

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As soon as he landed with the assistance of her bass, he hadn't exactly given her any option to try and move them- not right away, anyway. And while it was highly likely that the garden's guard would find them eventually to do their own rendition of rough escorting out, he was content for the moment to hunch aching shoulders and limp wings around her in a golden cocoon as he nuzzled in and out of a light nap at the nape of her neck.

"...y'know, I probably got those enchiladas still in here...somewhere." He mused, wondering if they were still any good. Wouldn't be the first food he tucked under his vestments and forgot about. They both needed food soon after a whole week, but even that whim seemed not as important to him than curling in deeper to close what little gaps remained of their jagged edges joined.

"...don't skip your lunch break so much, huh? Hindsight's a bitch."

"There is actually no conceivable way that I am going to take a week old enchilada out of your pocket and put it inside of my body, Adam."

Nope. Not happening. Nor is this balancing act happening for any longer than the sixty or so seconds it takes her to recapture her bearings and oh so carefully ease them down onto the ground. The reeds bow their heads beneath their weight and the grass rustles in unison like feathers fluffing before a well earned roost. All is well and good and right with the world. Not even the knowledge that she might be jumscared by an overripe tortilla roll at any given moment can chase away this sense of all encompassing bliss.

Quick to wiggle his helmet off and send it rolling into the foliage, she drapes herself overtop his upper body and captures his face inside her palms. A brief moment spent appreciating the sight which had been veiled from her for much too long, of his face, more tired than usual but no less precious to her equally weary marigolds.

Beautiful. Always so beautiful. If she wasn't starving so miserably for the touch of his lips she could easily stare at him until the guards boot them out on their asses. But she only has so much self-restraint left in her. So she dips down, carefully ensnaring his mouth beneath the feather-light caress of her blackened petals.

#BARK BARK BARK #Ty for the Tylenol

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ultrvmonogamy · 1 year ago

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who is milk carton girl? and how do i become her?

sadly she is no one, but the tag relates to the fact that pictures of missing persons used to be put on the backs of milk cartons. idk when i started using it but it's just kind of an abstraction in my mind related to abduction/captivity/caretaker kink type stuff. i've tried to elaborate on it several times when asked, but unfortunately all of the old asks have been nuked along w the termed blogs they belonged to.

why would u wanna become someone if u didn't even know who they r, hmm? but srsly i'm too beat down on the romantic (or wtv) front (super appealing in itself, right?) to give u a v inspired answer at this point, but i can rattle off a few things that r important to me.

let's see: be an adult w a well-developed frontal lobe (this should be obvious but i have to say it first anyway bc if i don't then for some reason its absence is interpreted to mean i want the opposite, probably by the same sorts who call ppl antisemitic for daring to think that palestinian children on fire is an atrocity etc).

be respectful. love animals. value nature. embrace diversity. judge ppl by their merits and intent if reality finds u in a position where it makes sense for u to judge them at all. have an actual intrinsic need to address ur internal conditions. desire to forge something healthier than what u've known w all the unintegrated n jagged n broken bits of urself and to do so within a partnership built upon a foundation of honesty, loyalty, transparency, commitment, devotion n similar.

be perfectly okay w chill n boring (i'm a lot of that and will move swiftly away from overstimulation unless i have strong motivation to endure or participate in it, e.g. a concert i want to go to or an emergency like if ppl require assistance in a catastrophic event that i find myself in the middle of). on the other side of that coin, be someone who does not seek novelty in lieu of building something meaningful. be someone who does not need attention, affection, n validation from multiple external sources to the detriment of individual relationships. highly value shared solitude.

be someone who is not motivated by a desire to live a lavish lifestyle and even rather finds material excess oppressive on a personal level without even having first to consider the oppression of those suffering n dying in the shadows due to the exploitation required to make such things available to those who would indulge in them at any cost they do not personally have to pay.

be a good match for my sexual idiosyncrasies. be patient w intimacy. there's undoubtedly plenty more here n beyond, but i'm out of steam for the moment.

right now what i'd value n probably need most from someone if they're going to be a presence in my life is for them to be generally nice and to contribute to our shared reality as in a partnership. oh, and also for them to not want things from me that i cannot offer.

i'm not even rly sure if that's quite what u were asking, but it's definitely relevant.

also, n this is important here: get off anon asap if ur serious. i have come to the conclusion that the diagonal parasocial nature of one-side-anonymous discourse is such that essentially any rapport built under these conditions ends up amounting to damage that would need to be undone in order to move forward as two ppl who can see each other on the same terms.

i appreciate ur interest, n i hope ur having a nice saturday/sunday 🫶

#mail #anon #oc

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nameless-brand · 2 years ago

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Sato / 18 / she/her. I have moved on past an MS paint icon to a photo of myself.

Owner of an enterprise originating from New Jersey trying to get said company settled into where the Nameless City used to be, now called Gotham.

First thing that greeted me was some ugly Gothic tower from a big-shot company planted right where I died.

Rude.

Anyway, it's been an utter pain in the butt.

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OOC:

Sato finally gets her own Tunglr blog. Only took the timeline to break to do so. This is the "A Lilium At the End of the World " timeline!

She's the only one that remembers the "Dream's Descent" timeline, given her identity as < Myriad Lights >.

The Dream doesn't exist here because in their first confrontation / the Dream's betrayal, Sato sacrifices her Spark of Godhood to banish it for good. She dies afterwards but not before she manages to set up contingences.

As a result, there's quite a few changes in the new timeline.

No gods, no masters.

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Law

No password.

Common decency applies. Don’t do something that you wouldn’t appreciate being done to yourself. We’re all here to have fun.

No sexual NSFW things here or any of my other blogs. Not really my thing.

Multi-fandom and crossover friendly. OC Friendly.

I am Hika / Lilac. I am an adult!

If you need things tagged, please tell me so I can do so. I will try to preemptively tag for common triggers, but I can’t account for everything.

Given this is an in-character blog, most posts will be short. However, face-to-face will likely be multi-para length.

As I'm double-downing on the Gotham setting, Sato will not know Bruce Wayne is Batman and in fact will be highly resistant to the idea. To her, it's like hearing Elon Musk declaring he's Batman (not to mention other rich people claiming to know or assist the superhero). She doesn't particularly care about supervillainry and superheroism beyond it hurting her bottom line as she's a mostly normal person now.

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Name: Sato

Moniker: koi, Myriad Lights

Age: 18

Pronouns: She/her

Personality: Determined, she's always been determined. Sure, she's a bit of a ditz and a blabbermouth - okay, more than a bit, but she's always been sincere. Her desires, her dealings with people, her affection.

She still thinks people can be better and be happy, so long as they have the environment to do so.

Problem is she's living in a world in late-stage capitalism, where companies, now giant insatiable organisms of their own, try and grow uncontrollably with no one to check and balance them out. It was like that in the prior world too, but it was so much worse here.

Of course, she already has a lot going on like trying to find her friend who is off god knows where, not to mention the others who are probably living very different lives in this new timeline. And now she has to tackle an enormous societal problem that encompasses the world?

Well, she'd know Levant would want her to do it. And the other factor is that she maaaaay have accidentally blown herself up in a fit of fury against the Dream, so she isn't really a Goddess anymore. But she could still accumulate Faith - and with it, she'll be able to do something to help save Levant when the opportunity reveals itself.

Furthermore, she needs to find the rest of the Nameless Church somehow. Find Lillian - or is it Chi again - especially - Lev would want that. She suspects Mirielle and Sasha escaped the timeline. Well, she knows. She had to literally push Mirielle out of the timeline before she strained it further trying to save her.

In any case, the best way to achieve her goals was to make a massive company on her own - money and resources to find the Nameless Church and Faith to gain the power to find Levant. She knows what major stocks will get big - she also knows all the market trends like Crypto and NFTs - and knows what to avoid too like Mt. Gox and Enron. And while she's at it, she'll be doing something about that rampant capitalism destroying people's lives thing.

If she can't kill it from the outside (without inciting mass deaths anyway), she could try to do it from the inside instead. No, she doesn't have a plan. She doesn't even know how to run a company, but she can learn.

What better way to gather Faith is to have a whole bunch of people grateful to you for providing a decent livelihood in this world?

Appearance:

#my only picture of sato is a sketch of her in Levant's jacket asffaf #Visibly Lawful Good #More Chaotic Neutral with a side of breaking society and watching it go out in a controlled burn.

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arti-cat · 2 years ago

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incinerator au info!

i think i'll edit this as i think of more stuff or just like. reblog but i wanna write down what i have for it so far ! before i forget ( update 31/07: renamed the arsonist to bunsen burner! since i've seen a few named the same and i wanted to avoid any confusion :] there's so many fire-based scugs i love them all ) the incinerator au essentially focuses on the story of a fiery slugcat called bunsen burner, who was created by [golden ochre, longing desires] (aka gold) to assist him in his work. though he didn't care for her much at all, so she left to create her own family, one which she eventually lost due to the rot.

bunsen burner decided that she'd make it her life mission to destroy every last piece of rot. to spare herself and other creatures from that same fate, at a hefty cost. much of the rot came from iterators, so they ultimately ended up as her main target (out of an apathetic malice rather than hatred towards iterators in particular, though she heavily dislikes gold and destroys any overseers' of his that she finds)

i think it would tie together a few smaller plotlines rather than follow one massive plotline? so for example, gold is trying to locate an unknown iterator that sent out a distress signal. around this time, [five pebbles'] structure is heavily damaged and so he *needs* help (whether he likes it or not). and when gold eventually realises that the iterator he's searching for is in a rot-infested region, he needs to figure out how to get to the iterator before bunsen burner does? something like that!

i think another pretty big difference to the standard rain world formula is that. one of the oc iterators, known as for a [dream true, on cloud nine] (nine), is an engineer! a highly skilled individual that knows how to repurpose iterators' puppets in order to let them leave their structures. with high-risk but high-reward stakes; i don't think every semi-local iterator went through with their experiment, such five pebbles, but i like the idea of some of them being able to walk around :] and i think nine helping moon out after her collapse would be sweet.

time-wise i think it takes starts off just a little after the survivor-monk timeline? before rivulets, so the rot within five pebbles' structure isn't as severe, but still a massive threat to his well-being. bunsen burner is an older slugcat, she was small when gold first started his search but left for a long time shortly afterwards

i'm not sure who i entirely want to add but im sure i'll figure it out! i think having my own au versions of the favourite iterators would be cool since i love them so much. + NSH i could easily fit in if i give him some form of rot, given it's already a known and researched topic, and he *was* the one that made hunter. i just want moon to be happy and to be able to gaze at the shoreline properly this time too i think she deserves it

the main canon iterators are probably in one local group while the oc iterators are in their own local group, nearby their region. then there's also the wastelands rather than the shoreline for the oc iterators, where a lot of residue, rot, and general dangerous waste ends up dumped in.

this is a. ramble! but i wanted to get that out there anyway plus. writing it out helps me figure out what i wanna do for the au in my head. reading all of five pebbles and moons' lines and all the broadcasts makes me appreciate the iterators so much more than i already did so i'd love to make use of their communication styles ...

extra information / drabbles:

a bit about upgrades and rivulet

bunsen burner design?

golden ochre, longing desires drawing

#incinerator au #rain world #rain world au #iterator

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 years ago

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"Howdy, Lena! What's kicking?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Please don't trouble yourself about me, sweetie. I was just hoping to make a call, but the Whirling's phone line isn't working."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - A faint smile tells you she appreciates the effort, but at the moment her mind is on more serious matters...

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "The Union office probably has a phone, but I can't really get there, or to the phone booth down the coast... And Gary's phone is dead, too..." She sighs.

"Wait, what's wrong with the phone line?"

"Why did you need to use the phone anyway?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "The manager was vague about it." She frowns.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Why would he be *vague* about phone problems? This is something to look into later -- ask Garte maybe.

"Why did you need to use the phone, anyway?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "To let the young woman who's house-sitting for us know that we may be delayed. Morell, my husband, and Gary were supposed to get back by Monday night, but they're still missing and I haven't heard from them..."

"I was also hoping she'd heard from Morell…" She looks down.

"Okay, I'll bite. Has your husband gone missing before?"

"This sounds more like a side thing. I need to take care of my *main thing* -- then I'll get back to this." [Leave.]

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "That's just it! This isn't like him at all. He always plans his expeditions so carefully..."

“But you have more important things to worry about.” She glances out the window toward the bay.

"What is this *expedition* your husband was on?"

"So your husband is some kind of scientist?"

"Tell me more about Morell. Looks, character, your relationship..."

"That's all for now, ma'am." [Leave.]

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Just some field work, sweetie. Morell is a highly trained scientist. He and his assistant, Gary, are studying an *extremely rare* species of insect..."

But they should have returned by now. They were just going down the coast, across the water lock, to set a few traps. He said they'd be back on Monday…" She sighs. "What could be keeping them?"

"Wait, who's this 'Gary' person? Do you trust him?"

"Are they in a *rough neighbourhood*?"

"You mentioned traps. Could there be some problem with them?"

"Maybe your husband went off on an adventure?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, sweetie. It's nothing like that..." She smiles.

"Gary's as loyal as they come. I'd trust him with my husband's life any day."

#disco elysium #lena the cryptozoologist's wife

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jonathanvik · 4 months ago

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Krisis - Chapter 9

“What now, Sunbearer?” Rolf asked, not hiding his annoyance. After suffering another long sleepless night, he had little patience for Sunbearer’s nonsense.

“I told you! And you didn’t listen,” the mayor’s face flushed red like a plump tomato. Though behind his bluster, Rolf saw the fear in his eyes. “Minister Loffie is dead—murdered!”

“Murdered?” Rolf had better things to occupy his time than humoring the mayor’s paranoid delusions. Late last night, someone had spotted a person fitting Rocke Ralss’s description in the suburbs. Before this unwanted interruption, Rolf had planned to follow the lead personally. “I visited the scene myself. There was no evidence of foul play.”

“Just as the Konquellian assassin intended! Who’s still not in custody, Rolf!” Sunbearer said with barely controlled rage.

“Nitao Hiancaing? We figure he’s lying low until the heat dies down, likely still in Ralss’s company.” Adrift with nowhere to go. It made sense they’d stick together. “No one saw anyone matching the Konquellian’s description around Loffie’s house around his death.”

“Incompetence! You underestimate him. You’d better have him arrested by the end of the week, or I’m replacing you with someone else.” With that blatant threat, the mayor hung up.

“End of the week?” That was only two days away. Didn’t the mayor know about the established procedures? Rolf didn’t appreciate the threats, either. “How about I replace you instead?”

But Rolf dampened down his temper. It was an odd coincidence that Minister Loffie died the day after some major defense plans had gotten stolen. His highly tuned cop instincts argued that there was a connection.

“A closer examination of the scene of Loffie’s accident wouldn’t hurt.” He might have dismissed it as an accident too quickly. “Phú, call Halkken into my office.”

“Yes, sir!” the AI assistant said in her usual perky tone.

After he’d invited her to a Vipers game, Phú was acting more like her normal self. Who knew AI liked baseball? Phú said she enjoyed the element of probability in hitting the ball and how a player’s individual stats influenced the game. She claimed to have a 94 percent certainty about the game’s outcome just by reading the roster. When pressed, she refused to reveal who she predicted the winner would be.

“Yes, Chief?” Halkken asked after entering.

“I want you to follow this lead on Rocke Ralss’s possible whereabouts.” While he wanted to investigate himself, the defense minister’s case held more importance. Rolf handed over a data stick with the relevant information.

Halkken nodded in understanding, pocketing the data stick in his jacket pocket. “Understood. I’ll see what I can uncover.”

“Good hunting,” Rolf said as the sergeant departed.

“Should I come along and help?” Phú asked, desperate eagerness entering her digitized voice. She sounded like an eager child begging her parents for some toy at the store.

“Go on.”

“Yes!” The AI vanished from her screen.

Although Rolf might have needed her assistance with the defense minister case, keeping his subordinates happy and productive was more important. Besides, he preferred to investigate old school style, anyway. If there was any foul play in Loffie’s death, he’d find it.

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“And the Chief insisted you come along?” Halkken asked, dubious.

“Of course, you big meanie. How can you be so selfish?” Phú said, throwing a fit on his police car’s desktop screen.

This earned a laugh from Halkken, giving his new AI partner a thumbs-up. “Very well. Welcome aboard, partner!” With his own partner, Dagou, in the hospital after complications from bladder surgery, he’d appreciate the company.

“Yeah, let’s grind Ralss’s bones to dust! Make him suffer for daring to defy the UOP!” Phú said.

“That’s the spirit!” Halkken inserted the data stick and scanned its contents. Besides the witness testimony, it had a blurry picture of someone who matched Ralss’s description. The subject wore a gray hoodie, obscuring his features further.

“Phú, can you clear this up? It looks like our mutual friend, but I can’t be sure.”

“Sure, give me a sec,” Phú said. After a minute, the blurriness cleared, revealing the face’s features.

“So much for our lead,” Halkken said, leaning back in his seat. The photo’s blurry figure showed full lips and a crooked nose.

“I give a 5 percent chance this is our subject,” Phú said, just as dubious. Her mood turned gloomy. “Now what?”

“We keep looking,” Halkken said, undeterred. Investigations were always rife with setbacks. He drummed his fingers against the dashboard. “Phú, can you read through all the video data taken since Ralss’ escape?”

“What? No! Not by myself! That’d take weeks! We’re talking about thousands of cameras with dozens of hours of footage each!”

“If I recall, wasn’t the phony prophet seriously hurt by a guard robot? Any sign of him at any hospitals, legit or otherwise?”

“Wait.” Phú went silent for a heartbeat before speaking. “No one of Matthias Daliven’s descriptions was admitted to any hospital, even the back-alley ones. Though, a private back-alley doctor isn’t an impossibility.”

“Hmm. They’ve gone into hiding? The consequences for their holy man’s wellbeing be damned?” He was missing something, some hint that would guide them to the right trail. Halkken slapped the tabletop, startling Phú.

“Of course. She would know!”

“Sorry? Who?” Phú asked, somewhat baffled.

“The power of darkness! It can peer past the veil.” Halkken grinned, ear to ear. “The fortune-teller, Babaka. I’ve used her on previous cases. She’s never wrong.”

“Uh, I was hoping we’d use a more scientific method of finding the criminal scum,” Phú replied, but Halkken was too excited to notice. With lightning-fast fingers, he disabled his car’s auto-drive system and took the steering wheel with both hands. Halkken loved to drive and cackled as it sped to life. With lightning speed, it swerved between two cars, wheels squealing.

“Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill us?” Phú said. But Halkken ignored her, accelerating as he took a sudden right turn. He was the law. Who cared about a couple of traffic violations? Especially when destiny awaited them?

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Tires squealed as his vehicle slid into place, just avoiding slamming into a fence. Halkken beamed as he spotted their destination—a mid-sized house with a thatched roof and a white picket fence. But unlike the other idyllic UOP houses lining the block, this one had unique lawn decorations. Pale gravestones sat planted deep into the lawn. Spiderwebs clung to the branches of the trees, shadows hinting to the monsters who spun them. A skeleton chattered in eerily as it hung by its neck from a rope attached to a tree branch.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Phú said from his phone. “Those gravestones are plastic! And that skeleton is plaster of Paris!”

But Halkken hushed his AI partner. “You’re ruining the illusion!”

Candlelight cast eerie shadows in the house’s dark corridors as the door creaked open. Halkken passed a row of pumpkins as he entered, each with a twisted, tormented face.

“Welcome, visitor. Come to seek your future?” A wizened, creaky voice said from everywhere, yet nowhere. “I warn you, you might not like what you learn.”

“Hello again, Babaka. I have come for your advice in a case,” Halkken said, all boyish enthusiasm. He loved this house and its spooky interior. It put him in the mood for a good ghost story.

“Ah, Halkken. Enter. I will give you the advice you seek,” the voice replied.

Halkken marched forward, already knowing where to go. He ducked under some cobwebs as he entered a far room.

Inside an almost pitch-black room sat an elderly figure dressed in rags huddled over a crystal ball. The years had left deep crags across her features, her wild silver curls seeming to possess a life of their own. Incense permeated the room as Halkken took a seat across the fortune-teller.

“You need me for a case, you say?” The woman’s wrinkled hands hovered over her crystal ball.

Halkken pulled a picture from his coat—the profile picture of his target. “I am searching for this man, Rocke Ralss.”

“I will contact the demon, Behealzbub. His dark powers will guide me to the person you seek!”

“Who?” Phú asked, somewhat muffled by Halkken’s coat pocket.

“The dark god Behealzbub, the true master of the world. The Sovereign is only a usurper. He was jealous of the dark god’s majesty. He used an underhanded tactic—a poisoned gift given in false friendship—to steal the demon’s power for himself and claim a title that didn’t belong to him.” Halkken explained.

“Right,” Phú said, unconvinced. “Except that story matches none of my records about the legends of the Sovereign or—”

“Hush, she’s starting,” Halkken said, finger over lips.

“Behealzbub! Oh, mighty Behealzbub! Grant your servant your wisdom!” The candles flickered as the fortune-teller’s cadence increased in intensity. An eerie moan echoed through the room. Babaka waved her arms wildly, her movements becoming more frenzied. “Find this man, Rocke Ralss! Let a curse be upon him. May he not escape your grasp, Great One! Oh, greatest of demons!” After unleashing an unearthly cry, the room went dark as Babaka collapsed.

“And what happens now?” Phú asked, breaking the silence.

“In a hill, you will find him!” Babaka said, suddenly leaping to life as the light returned to normal. “But only when the wolf howls! Present an offering of tulips as you spin around six times to a tall man wearing a fancy suit. Then, the path will become clear.”

“Huh? That made no sense whatsoever!” Phú said in protest.

“Thank you, Babaka. The Vladus Police Department always appreciates your help,” Halkken said, ignoring his partner. “We will pay you in the usual manner.”

“And I’m always happy to help you with your investigations, young man,” Babaka replied. “Come back anytime. You’re always welcome.”

Phú looked ready to explode with more protests, but Halkken lifted a finger to forestall her. “I will. Until we meet again.”

“And there we go, a new lead!” Halkken said, pleased with himself. Finally, the case was taking shape—a jigsaw puzzle with its corner pieces done.

“What a bunch of hogwash!” Phú said, fuming as Halkken pulled his phone from his pocket. “What a waste of time!”

“Trust me. This will work,” Halkken said as he approached his car. “Babaka hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Fine.” But it sounded like Phú wanted to swallow her own tongue. “Just do whatever you want. I’m searching surveillance data.”

“Good idea.” Halkken nodded, saying, “A back-up plan never hurts.” He mused over the fortune-teller’s words, wondering what hill she meant. Vladus was a hilly city. There wasn’t one particularly famous hill or anything.

“There is a flower shop near a hill near where I live. Might that be it?” Halkken said, nodding in satisfaction. It seemed a logical place to start. He was already one step closer to apprehending the devious murderer!

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“Fool.” Sunbearer closed the connection, uttering a curse. As usual, his idiot police chief failed to understand the gravity of the situation. The fact he didn’t immediately realize Loffie’s death was a murder in disguise proved his utter incompetence! Next election, Rolf wouldn’t be the police chief. He would guarantee it.

A chime from his console interrupted his brooding thoughts. Sunbearer composed himself, giving his best winning smile as he answered his secretary. “Yes, Midion?”

“Sir, the Prime Minister wishes to speak with you,” Midion said from a speaker.

Finally, someone intelligent to speak to! “Patch him through.”

“Cal, how are you?” Prime Minister Lux Luciest said, his smile radiant as the sun.

Luciest was a heavy-set man of upper-middle years. Despite this, however, his auburn hair only had a dusting of gray. He projected youthful energy. Luciest was like gravity itself, always the center of attention whenever he entered a room. It amazed Sunbearer how the man seemed to remember everyone he’d ever met, even if it’d only been a brief encounter. Luciest greeted even the briefest acquaintance like an old, dear friend. The Prime Minister was a rare leader and the reason for the UOP’s current prosperity.

“It’s been hectic with Minister Loffie’s tragic death, but I’m managing,” Sunbearer said with more candid honesty than he’d usually use. The Prime Minister had a talent for drawing out the truth from people.

“Yes, I heard. Poor Polk. He was a hearty old guff. I’d almost expected him to outlive us all,” Luciest replied, his tone solemn.

“He would have if he wasn’t murdered,” Sunbearer said, his tone dark.

“Ah, so you’ve had similar doubts about his accident. The timing seems a little too convenient,” Luciest said, considering the matter in his usual measured way. “I’ve doubled security on myself, just in case. I requested the other Ministers to do likewise until the situation settles down.”

“Situation?”

“We’ve all heard Matthias Daliven’s dire pronouncements. It’s all my wife has been talking about. I met Matthias once at a rally a decade ago. He seemed like a sturdy, steadfast fellow. Honest too. A likable sort, the type people listen to.”

“It surprises me you give the ravings of an ex-filing clerk any credence.” Was the Prime Minister superstitious?

“I don’t. But many do. Including the Ottomon population. They are angry, Cal. The prophecies are fueling their resentment and desire for revenge.”

But Sunbearer only gave a derisive snort. “The Demons are a rabble, easily squashed.”

“Yes, but we can’t underestimate the possibility of violence. Violence that will be difficult to quell. So far we’ve been lucky they’ve only been protesting, and only a small minority have turned to terrorism to achieve their goals.”

“It’s their religion. It forbids violence.” And a useful tool to keep them obedient sheep.

“Yes, we are lucky in that regard, but they won’t stay silent forever. We have 21 days until the Day of Promise. We must take action to keep the peace.”

“Chief Rolf is searching for Matthias Daliven to arrest him.” Though, in his usual incompetence, he had yet to apprehend him. “Law enforcement is vigorously stamping out any trouble. Though…” A thought occurred to Sunbearer. “It wouldn’t hurt to have a military presence ready on the Day of Promise.”

But the Prime Minister seemed unsatisfied, tapping his fingers on his desk. “I’m fine with ordering martial law, but still, I worry.”

“The Demons aren’t the problem! We might have foreign agents working against us!”

“That is a distinct possibility,” Luciest said with maddening calm. “There are reports Vanderfall has mobilized its military. For training exercises, they claim.”

“Do you think they might strike on the Day of Promise, taking advantage of the civil unrest?” And what about Konquel? They were another unknown. While a small country, they had an impressive military.

“It’s possible. I’ve been talking to General Xander about it.”

“Don’t worry about the capital. I will make sure it stays protected.” Vladus would endure, no matter the cost. A light flashed in Sunbearer’s head, an idea that’d solve all his problems.

“That’s good to hear, Cal,” Luciest said with his trademark smile. “I’ll leave it to you to protect Vladus. Do what you think is best. Sorry, but I must run. I have a meeting in five minutes.”

“I won’t keep you then. Don’t be afraid to keep in touch.” After some farewells, Sunbearer’s monitor went black.

“Midion, please contact General Xander. Make an appointment sometime tomorrow. Tell him it’s important, vital.”

While the Vanderfall and Konquel situation might be beyond his immediate control, the Demons were a different story. He’d show them their prophet’s Day of Promise was an empty dream. This would also address a problem that’s been plaguing the city for decades.

“A clean Vladus, free of filth!” Sunbearer delighted in the thought.

He’d force out the entire slums, threaten violence or even death on anyone who’d dare defy the order. It won’t stop there. Anyone of Demon heritage would no longer be welcome in Vladus. If they weren’t in his city, they couldn’t riot on the Day of Promise. Some people would die, but it was a small cost to pay to keep his city safe and clean. The UOP and Vladus would stand forever, that was his solemn oath.

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random-tree · 2 years ago

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Re: Among the Imposters: The part I'm talking about is an incredibly minor part of the book. The book itself is the 2nd installment of the "Shadow Children" series, which is about a dystopia where having more than 2 children is highly illegal and the Population Police will hunt down and kill any third children. The PoV character is a 3rd child who's assumed the identity of a dead boy his age so he can go to school. Bc of his limited life experience he doesn't immediately realize that the school is actually not a "normal" boarding school, and most of the attendees have intellectual or developmental disabilities, severe phobias, or are other third children in his same boat. He notices that most of his classmates are "rockers," who don't engage with or seem aware of anything that happens around them or participate in class or socialize at all etc, they just rock back and forth endlessly, staring into space. They're repeatedly described as not seeming like human beings, having empty and soulless eyes like animals, etc and are essentially just used as background props for how "unsettling" the school is supposed to be. At some point another character does eventually bring up and explain how unusual the school actually is, and might in fact refer to the rockers as having autism specifically, or it might just be described as having something wrong with their brains, I don't remember exactly. As far as I can remember, at no point in the story are any of the "rockers" given names, much less any sort of role in the story. All of the main characters are the relatively "normal" third children who are attending school using fake identities, or people whose role in the story is to either assist them or to try and hunt them down.

IIRC, this is the only book in the series that has anything like this. A lot of them, I don't remember super clearly, but I did overall enjoy the books (as well as the rest of Haddix's works) when I was ~8 to 12 years old. They're much more willing to get dark than most books targeted at that age range, with child characters regularly being killed, tortured, imprisoned, etc. and dealing with the psychological and social impacts of having been raised in hiding, which is always something I appreciated as a kid (and still do). They were no Animorphs, but I did like them. Unfortunately the "rockers" in that book still haunt me and fill me with a really deep-seated self-loathing and internalized ableism every time I catch myself stimming, especially rocking or swaying, and so even like 15 years later I'm still unlearning that. Not to say the book is wholly to blame, I'm sure a lot of it came from the rest of society, and if that weren't the *only* depiction of autism in a book I liked, I'm sure it would've done a lot less damage. Sorry if this was wordier than you were interested in!

No worries, I like this sort of in depth discussion.

Anyways, even if it's a minor part I can definitely see how this would mess with someone. To describe a subset of students like that and then toss out the fact they're autistic without bothering to let these students be their own people is not only careless but also incredibly callous. It kinda sounds like the author just saw them as a set piece.

It's seems like a trend in media that involves autistic characters is that they only seem to exist as writing devices rather than as full characters. It brings to mind a book I read in my early teens (I think written by Jaquelin Wilson?, I read a lot of her stuff back then) about a girl with a younger sister that is obviously implied to be autistic (as in the author read the Wikipedia article kinda obvious) that is being drugged up by the nanny to keep her docile, with the entire book is about the older sister trying to convince her parents that her little sister should not be drugged up and about the older sis going through her own troubles (including a romantic subplot that frankly shouldn't exist), rather than showing anything about how the little sister feels about this entire situation??

The little sister is basically just there as a narrative tool so the parents and the older sister have a reason to argue with each other and as a reason for the older sis to hate the nanny.

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warabidakihime · 2 years ago

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Lost in Paradise

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au

★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course.

★ fic playlist: TBA

★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: this was just an idea that came up to me randomly and i immediately want to write it, so here it is. i know i have a lot of fics uploaded at the moment and i'm so behind on updates, but i can't help it. i also miss writing for tengen, but don't worry, once things have finally calmed down, i will get back to writing. i also really don't want to force myself to write as it will affect the quality of the story so i opted to write only when i'm in the mood.

anyway! i hope you enjoy this one the way you enjoyed parallel lines and invisible strings! also, speaking of tengen, the epilogue for invisible strings is currently underway so keep an eye on that too.

as always! comments and feed backs are highly appreciated! <3

“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

"That's our cue. Let's go, babe." You looked up from the book you were reading, still a bit dazed as you were so deep into the novel you were reading. Still, you held out your hand to your fiance, to which Sanemi gladly intertwined your fingers as you walked and boarded the plane.

He looked over to you with a loving smile on his face and said, "Let me guess, you want to sit by the window?"

You giggled, "You know me so well."

"I learned my lesson the last time I took the window seat." Sanemi chuckled

It was during your first anniversary trip to Peru when your fiance took the window seat. You said you didn't mind, but it was written all over your face that you were slightly upset at that time. Since then, Sanemi has let you sit by the window on your succeeding trips.

Window seats are universally loved by nearly everyone, but you have a very specific reason as to why you prefer to sit there than anywhere else. You're a writer yourself, and when you travel, you like to look around as much as possible in hopes of finding your next inspiration for your next novel. It can be something as miniscule as a street sign or something grandiose like witnessing someone get proposed to.

Your last novel was inspired by a woman jogging with her golden retriever, and as usual, your book was a success and was hailed as your best-selling piece. You won multiple awards, held multiple book signings both locally and internationally, and guested on multiple interviews. Just a few years ago, your debut novel was turned into a movie, and it was a blockbuster hit.

"And that's why you're the best fiance ever." you said as you gave him a smooch on the cheeks after settling down on your seat.

"I used to love being called the best boyfriend ever, but being called the best fiance is better."

"Wait til I call you the best husband ever after we get married." You said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I would love that. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle; just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes." Sanemi confessed as he sported a dreamy look on his face, to which you responded by giving him another kiss, but on his lips this time.

"Me too, baby."

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 89B with service from Tokyo to Rome. We are currently third in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately fourteen hours time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays be in the upright position for takeoff. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

You met Sanemi through a mutual friend when he tagged along on your trip to Okinawa. He was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend. You didn't like him at first because he was so grouchy when you first met, but as you got to know him more over the trip, you realized he was just as soft as he was gruff; it's just not his style to be upfront about his emotions.

Sanemi was the first to confess.

After your trip to Okinawa, you gave each other's phone numbers and social media profiles and have kept in touch ever since. You're not one to spend ungodly hours on your phone, but after meeting him, you would check your phone for any notifications from him. It came to a point where you would check your phone first thing in the morning after waking up.

Sanemi fell first, but you definitely fell harder.

Mitsuri, your best friend showed no mercy in teasing you when you first opened up about your budding infatuation towards his friend because you really did dislike him when you first met him.

You were so hellbent on not associating yourself with Sanemi ever again, but here you are, three years later, happily engaged to him.

Love truly moves in mysterious ways.

Sanemi kissed you back, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes."

Feeling your own tears well up in your eyes, you tried to brush it off by giggling, "I love you too, Sanemi."

Three hours into your flight from Tokyo to Rome, your book had been forgotten, and you were now snuggled close to Sanemi, who was reading the newest reports about his favorite basketball team on his tablet. He was also doing some extra work to kill time.

You don't know shit about basketball or sports in general, but you don't mind listening to him babble on about his hobbies the way he would listen to you fangirl about the novels you've been reading.

While he watched the video, he had one arm comfortably wrapped around your shoulders, lulling you to sleep as he urged you to take a nap because you wouldn't be able to reach your destination for another eleven hours or so.

You were finally sound asleep when the pilot's voice broke out across the plane, his voice clearly tinged with urgency.

"Good day, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your peaceful trip, but I'd like to let everyone know that we will be experiencing some hard turbulence, but don't worry, we will do our best to keep everyone safe. Make sure your seatbelts are properly fastened—"

Everything unfolded so quickly.

You were about to turn to face Sanemi when he seized you in his arms, and everything went black in an instant.

“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake."

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