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wildfire (cs) | twelve.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, lotsa talk goin around, mostly focused on namjoon lol, i'ma tell yall rn - cant trust nobody!!, everyone is just onto san x oc but for the wrong asssss reasons, joon loves his 'yes or no' questions lmao, again - i promise you there is no ill intentions behind namjoon's actions - he is trying to see both sides but he has to do what he needs to do as a department chair first & foremost!! pls understand my guy.. he had to think quick!

Today, it feels like everyone is staring at you.

Today, it feels like everyone knows, and everyone is projecting their assumptions about you and San out into the world.

"You okay?" Eunchae looks down at you as you walk and avoid contact, keeping your eyes down on your feet below or your phone. "You're awfully quiet today." Maybe word hasn't gotten to Eunchae, Jurin or Felix yet, but you know it'll eventually make its way over.

Or, maybe they have heard and they're just waiting for you.

All you know is that you wanna hide under your blankets to prevent all this overthinking, this anxiety from feeling like everyone is watching you.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"You sure? I'm all ears, you know."

"Mhm." You give her a small reassuring smile as you tug on your bag. "Thank you."

"Course."

"Have you heard from Jiung today?" You ask. You haven't really talked to Jiung since your fight at the happy hour event, and he hasn't done much to talk to you either. It's a bit awkward, but whenever you and your friends are all together, you try to keep the peace and act like nothing is wrong. You do hope he's okay, and you do hope to have your bestfriend back— but you're still upset at the fact that he jumped to conclusions about San and accused him of forcing you into this.

"No. But, he did say he probably wasn't gonna grab lunch cause he needs to take care of some things."

"I see."

"I'll see you for lunch though, right?" You nod, just as the Biology building comes into view. "Goodluck with class today."

"Thanks." You squeeze her hand before heading inside for class. Luckily, Yunho said he wouldn't be able to join class today. You weren't really in the mood to deal with him, and you're more so worried about getting through class in one piece before your mind tears you apart with all this overthinking.

"Morning Y/N!" A student already sitting in the classroom says. You're instantly comforted as you greet them back and start getting set up at the front of the classroom. But, that instantly goes down the drain when two more students walk in together— eyeing you as they pass the front table before talking amongst each other.

Fuck.

You haven't heard from San either.

The world truly felt like it was swallowing you whole.

—FLASHBACK

"Hey! I'm back." You smile at Sunwoo as you place your things down at your desk. It instantly fades when you get a chance to look around the basement office, a few of your lab members talking amongst themselves while looking in your direction. You slightly furrow your brows, wondering what exactly they were talking about or why they felt the need to be doing all of that in your face.

Was everyone in on you and San?

Is this what everything has come to?

"Hey you!" Sunwoo looks up, noticing the shift in your mood. He turns to look at everyone, shaking his head before returning his attention towards you. At this point, everyone has returned to their desks or left the room to head into the behavior or wet lab rooms. "You good?"

"Hm." You hum. "I guess."

"You guess? How was the conference?"

"Good! It was chill. Jotted down a few presentations I wanted to share with you and Belle. Is she around?" He shakes his head.

"Haven't seen her."

"Hm, okay."

"You can tell me, I'm all ears." You look at your watch.

"I gotta run behavior soon."

"So, let's grab something quick to eat before you run behavior?"

"I'm down. Kinda starving anyway."

"Yeah, let's get something in you. You won't be able to focus otherwise." He stands and stretches before nodding towards the door. "So, what was the most interesting?" You follow behind him with your wallet clutched in hand, lingering eyes watching as you leave with Sunwoo.

"Maybe she's trying to get around the lab?" You overhear one of the guys say just as you walk out of the room with Sunwoo, pausing in your steps.

"Sunwoo."

"Huh?"

"Actually, you know what. I think I can hang on until dinner. I should get started on behavior. We can talk about this another time."

"Huh? No, let's get something really quick."

"You can go ahead without me. Sorry. I just realized I'm more strapped on time than I thought I was."

"Okay? But, I'm grabbing you a snack and you better eat it." He slowly starts walking backwards down the basement hallway, glaring at you.

"Thank you." Sunwoo watches as your head falls when you walk back into the basement office. Truth be told, he's been hearing the talk go around, but he's not one to meddle— especially if it has something to do with his good friends. He'll always be on your side, regardless of what people say or think.

And he feels awful it's starting to be more obvious around you. The talk. The looks.

He wishes he could do more as your friend to help keep it away from you.

—END

Namjoon is already having a rough start to his day despite it being one of the lighter days meeting-wise. He was woken up to an urgent, sensitive email from the dean about an anonymous tip that came in overnight about San:

Namjoon— Please get to the bottom of this; we received this tip last night about San and his student. 'Hi. I'm not sure who to direct this concern to anonymously, but I believe Y/N Y/L/N and Professor Choi (San) are in an inappropriate relationship. I think she might be using it to her advantage to move forward in the program and secure her spot in his lab.' I'd like to resolve this before the end of the week. This should not be taken lightly if this is true...

And the thing is— he's just frustrated that this has been taking up this time lately. He hasn't even gotten his own time to think properly. He could only sigh in disappointment as he got ready for his day, unsure of what else it could bring him.

He should've known the storm was coming.

Iseul tugs on her jacket as she heads over to the Panama Building, the wind cooling her cheeks as she made sure to clear her hour for this particular meeting. Most students are in class right now, so the halls are quiet, still. Iseul takes the elevator up to the second floor and steps out, rushing down towards the left end of the hall.

"Namjoon." Namjoon turns over his shoulder to see Iseul. His door is wide open since he doesn't have any important meetings for awhile, and he always tries to foster a welcoming environment by letting students [and faculty] know they're always welcome to pop in if they need him.

He did not mean her though, especially today.

"Iseul."

"Can we talk?" Namjoon quickly sizes her, realizing she's already inside his office. He doesn't necessarily have a choice, but he knows this talk was gonna happen sooner or later.

He knows Iseul always has something to say.

"You're already in my office so I don't think there's necessarily a choice." He says it in a slightly playful manner just so he doesn't come off entirely rude. "What's on your mind?" Iseul shuts the door and crosses her arms before looking at him. Namjoon sits on the edge of his desk, hands loosely clasped together.

"I think you might already know." He shrugs.

"Enlighten me."

"San."

"What about him?"

"Can you let him know how dangerous it is to be dating his rotation student? He's being stupid."

"He's a grown man."

"And you're the chair."

"Thanks for the reminder." He furrows his brows. "Respectfully Iseul, this is not a discussion for you, that's why I'm not trying to indulge."

"How is this not? He's putting his reputation on the line, along with the school's. Including yours—"

"I don't see where you're involved. You don't have anything to do with him directly or the bioengineering department." He crosses his arms and stands. "I appreciate you bringing this to my attention, but this wasn't your place to do so. I'll handle it and I'll take care of it, so you don't need to worry." Namjoon glares at her a bit.

"You're being so casual about something pretty severe." Namjoon pauses as he maintains his eye contact with her. She wants him to shrink and fold, but he won't.

"I think we both know that's not the reason why you're bringing this up." Her brows are knit tightly as they sit in an awkward, tense pause. "Aren't you tired of treating San this way? Why exactly do you feel so strongly about calling him out?"

"I'm not even doing anything to him—"

"You're right, you're not. You don't respect him, you don't acknowledge him, you don't know how to be civil with him. Yet, you don't see me calling you out on your behavior towards your ex-husband who has done nothing but try and keep the peace. I only ever hear San's name come out of your mouth when you've got something bad to say about him." She glares at him. As much as Namjoon equally tries to be there for all of the faculty and to not choose sides, one thing that can surely piss him off is when people act this way unwarranted.

So no, he won't sit back if he feels the hostility. He understands the severity of the situation and he has yet to gather his thoughts and his information, but he won't take this.

"So, you're gonna let this go? Do you even actually understand the situation, Namjoon? If you won't take care of it, I'll have no choice but to escalate this to the dean."

"I do, plenty. You don't have to tell me twice or how to do my job, Iseul." He walks over to the door. "I already said I'll take care of it. On my own terms and in my own way. Not the way you want me to." He places a hand on his hip. "And what makes you think we haven't already discussed this?"

"Fine. If that girl ruins everything for the school—"

"She won't." Namjoon cuts her off just as he swings the door open. "This will be taken care of, end of story. Is there anything else I can help you with that doesn't involve San and his personal matters?"

"No." She huffs a bit before walking out of the room. At this point, Jiung is cutting the corner and almost running into Iseul as he makes his way to Namjoon's office. Jiung does a curt bow to Iseul as she storms by, heels clicking away on the linoleum floor. Her feet are heavy, Jiung feels every step even as she gets further and further away.

"Oh, Jiung. Nice to see a friendly face." Namjoon lets out a breath and gives him a toothless smile.

"Professor Kim." Jiung gives him a bow. "Are you free right now?"

"Mhm." He steps aside. "Just finished with Professor Lee. Come on in." He welcomes him inside, a bit relieved to see his face and to be welcomed by his gentle aura. It's nothing like Iseul and he's grateful; although, it does make him a little nervous to see Jiung in his office when he doesn't necessarily belong to the department.

And just like Iseul, the buzz around campus, everything that's been going down— Namjoon already feels like he knows what this is about.

The only thing he can do is confront it and take care of it just like he told Iseul he'd do. But, how? He's not sure. He's gonna have to take the time today to sit San down and poke at his brain because he's just not understanding how all of this went down and why his name and your name are being tossed around together.

Maybe he just didn't wanna believe it was true; not with San, no. He couldn't. Both as his friend and colleague.

"What can I help with? I'm a little surprised you're popping into my office since you're in the electrical engineering department."

"Ah, cause.." Jiung slowly sits in the chair and sets his bag down. "It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with me." Namjoon cocks his head to the side.

"Okay, no worries. I'm all ears."

"I-I don't really know how to say this, but I'm mainly concerned about a friend. She's in the bioengineering department."

"I think I might know what you're talking about." Namjoon says, giving Jiung a nod to proceed with his explanation.

"Yeah, it's that. I feel like Professor Choi might have forced her into it, though. It just seems really out of character for Y/N, and I don't know. I guess it just feels like he might have said something or tried to take advantage of her."

"I understand your concern for your friend, but can you let me know why you think Professor Choi is taking advantage of her or forcing her into this?"

"I just.. it just seems off, is all."

"But, what if this is also Y/N's choice?"

"It's not like her."

"I'm not saying you don't know your friend, Jiung. But, there are things people are fully capable of doing that can come off as unexpected from your point of view."

"I talked to her after the whole happy hour thing went down and I found Professor Choi kinda cornering her against the wall. She didn't look scared or anything, but she did get defensive while I was talking to her and asking her about it."

"I see." Is all Namjoon says because one, he just doesn't know. Just like he told Jiung, there are probably things he doesn't know San is capable of doing. He needs to talk to him and that's the only way he'll get the proper story. The only way to get to the bottom of it is finally confronting San about the issue at hand.

Face to face.

To be honest, he's been putting off the conversation because it's not a conversation he wants to have. It's not easy, nor will the decision at the end be something he wants to do— but he has to.

"I'm sorry, Professor Kim. I don't mean to add to your plate, but I got worried."

"Is Y/N doing okay otherwise?" He nods.

"Think so. She hasn't been saying much. We got into a fight after I confronted her so we haven't been talking."

"Sorry to hear that. I'm sure things will smooth over sooner or later." Namjoon says. "Is there anything else you'd like to let me know?"

"No, that's all. I'm sorry I don't have much details, I'm just worried about her."

"All good, I understand. I'm sure she appreciates it, too. She's lucky to have a friend like you by her side."

"Thanks, Professor Kim. For hearing me out."

"Sure. I'll take care of it and see what I can do, okay?" Jiung nods and stands, slipping his bag strap over his shoulder.

"Can we keep this between us? Please don't mention that I stopped by."

"Of course." Namjoon says softly as he stands to walk him to the dior. "Of course." He repeats.

"Thanks."

"I just can't promise you I'll have any updates cause it'll be pretty confidential moving forward."

"It's fine. I get it." Jiung stops right before he steps out the door. "Thank you again."

"No problem. You know how to reach me if you have any other concerns." Jiung nods before slipping through the door and taking his exit. Namjoon exhales heavily before pulling out his phone to text the person he needs—

namjoon: can we talk in my office? i'd rather much do this today, not later.

namjoon: i'm free for the next hour and half.

san: yeah. i'll be there in 15 minutes.

namjoon: thanks.

He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to gather his thoughts. It's the hardest thing to approach this as a colleague rather than a friend because as a friend, Namjoon would let this go. He knows San deserves to be happy, and it sounds like he is. That's all he's ever wanted for him especially after all the hurt and pain he had gone through with Iseul and Yunho. But as a colleague, his 'higher-up' even, it's wrong. San's happiness is wrong because it's with his student. A student who is a grown adult who can make decisions for themselves. It's wrong.

So, what does he do?

He feels a migraine coming on, so he tries to busy himself with some emails, making sure deadlines and reports have been submitted. Luckily, the dean is giving him some time and isn't pressing him for answers right this second even though he knows it's on his mind. If he was, Namjoon wasn't sure what he'd say.

He's not sure how he'll get San out of this.

"Yo." San appears in his office, softly shutting the door behind him.

"Take a seat." San immediately picks up on the vibe in the room and how stressed Namjoon looks. He knows they still need to talk about things, but something tells San it's become much deeper than that and he's not prepared for it whatsoever. No matter how hard he tried to prepare, there's no proper way to be fully prepared.

"You okay?"

"Honestly, I don't know." He sits back a bit, hands clasped on the surface of the table. "But, I'm just gonna get right to it because I think this is way overdue."

"Okay." San manages to respond softly.

"We need to talk about what happened at the happy hour event the other day, plus that whole thing with Iseul and Yunho." Namjoon pauses before he cuts to the chase. "San, why do I keep getting wind of you being in a relationship with your rotation student?" Silence. "Y/N, to be exact." He looks at him. "Is that what the whole happy hour thing was about? Is that what you three were discussing in the conference room yesterday?" He sighs. "I was try to push this off a little longer until I could figure out how to get you out of this, but word keeps going around and it definitely didn't help that you three had a screaming match about it." San sighs heavily as he sinks into the chair.

"Well, as far as I know, I wasn't planning on discussing my personal matters with Yunho and Iseul. They trapped me into the fucking—"

"San." Namjoon stops him. "Is it a yes or no?" Pause. San just looks at Namjoon and it's enough for him to put the final piece together. Everything had been about you from the get-go, but San still won't say it. He's doing everything to protect you, but this might be it; there's no way he can lie to Namjoon about this, or hide this from him any longer.

It's far too late for that.

"San." He repeats. "This is not the time to try and lie to me. I had two people talk to me about it and an anonymous tip came in that was sent my way."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter." Namjoon furrows his brows and lets out a heavy exhale. "I need the truth from you. Now." The exasperated sigh that leaves San's lips is full of emotions; fear, anxiety, protectiveness, even.

"I'm sorry." Is all San can respond with. It comes out low, barely above a whisper.

"Why?" Namjoon cocks his head to the side, hands on his hips. "Why? I just wanna know why!" His voice is harsh, but he keeps his tone low. "A student, your student? It's damn near everywhere, you know that, right? I don't know how I'm gonna fix this for you, but you know they'll take action against her and probably you—"

"Namjoon, please." San pleads. "Please don't do this to her. Don't take her out of the program. Do whatever you need to me, but don't take it out on her."

"San." Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out an exasperated sigh. "You should've known better." He looks at him, but San can't even respond. All he can do is shrug and shake his head because he did know better, he just didn't wanna do better and chose to be selfish. "I need to figure this out before end of the day and report back to the dean. I can't force you to act a certain way or do things you don't wanna do. But, for this reason in particular, I'm gonna need you two to stop. You're not interacting with her on campus, you're not going to be involved in anything having to do with her moving forward." Namjoon shakes his head. "You both couldn't wait until graduation or something? I know it's years ahead but you know how this looks—"

"I— no. Things just happened. That's really the only way I can explain it. I'm sorry. The hell am I supposed to do? I can't help but feel how I feel for her." Namjoon sighs heavily, feeling torn between wanting his friend to be happy, but concerned and disappointed for his colleague.

"That isn't gonna fly. You knew better than to get involved with a student in your lab. You can't just risk everything you've built for yourself, San. You have no idea how much trouble you could get into if the school finds out just exactly how deep your relationship has gotten with her— let alone, your own rotation student!" His tone slight rises, but it falls when he sees San visibly shrink and lose eye contact with him. He paces around for a bit, hands still on his hips as he tries to figure out a way to brush this over before it gets way too messy and complicated. "I get you. I do. You deserve to be happy, and who the hell am I to police your actions? But, I can't have you do this to yourself or her. The both of you are grown so I expected you to do better."

"So, what's gonna happen?"

"Well, I'll need to let them know this isn't true and that you two aren't in a relationship. I'll have to remove her from your lab and I'll need to figure out where I can place her or what I can do for her."

"They won't kick her out, right?"

"Honestly, I can't even be sure. I don't think so, but you two will definitely not be allowed to be near or around each other." Namjoon looks at him. "Are you not even worried about yourself?"

"No, I'm not."

"She's worth it to you?"

"More than anything." San says softly. "Look, it's cliché but you really don't understand." Namjoon shrugs.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I don't wanna take your happiness away, San. Believe me. That's the last thing I wanna do and this is already difficult as is. But, it just had to be her?"

"It did, yeah. And there's nothing I regret about it." Another small silence falls between them before Joon speaks up again.

"Do you get where people are taking this?"

"No, quite frankly, I don't."

"Favoritism, like you two are taking advantage of each other for benefits. It's becoming so noticeable that people are talking."

"You and I both know how great of a student she is. If she's received opportunities, it's because she earned them herself, not because of me."

"That's not how it looks. And perception matters. You know this. Relationships like this are literally a ticking time bomb for your career, the bioengineering department." He's gonna use the excuse that Iseul pulled because for him, as department chair, as someone who needs to keep the glue together for this department, it's true.

"I don't even see how we're doing anything wrong when we're both adults. She and I both know what this is—"

"That doesn't matter in this situation. There's a power dynamic here you can't ignore. Even if this is real, you hold her future in your hands. Do you understand?" Joon exhales, brows tightly knit together. "What about her fate in this whole situation? Do you care about that?"

"Of course I do. I care about her more than anything." San responds almost exasperatedly.

"Do you love her?"

"If I say yes?"

"Then, tell me. If you had to choose between your relationship or keeping her here, then what?" San sighs and runs his hand down his face. "Think about it. You deserve to be happy, but that girl also deserves a chance to keep going."

"Why can't we just keep it on the low, why do I have to choose? W-we can be more careful—"

"San, don't be stupid. I'm sure 'being careful' is how this all started, right?" Silence. "You know people are going to find out one way or another. It won't matter how real this is to you, to the both of you. She'll be branded as the professor's pet. Is that what you want for her? And you'll lose everything—your job, your reputation, ability to work at other institutions. Plus, the dean is still thinking about your program with Jongho and the real estate. This is going to trickle onto Jongho, too."

"No, of course not. And I don't want Jongho to take a fall because of me. But.." San sighs, his heart breaking the more this conversation goes on. He wasn't prepared to be here today, no. And he wasn't prepared for his mind to start thinking otherwise about your relationship, you. He was always sure of you, but now he's starting to feel like he's been too selfish;

Neglected you and your future plans. Your dreams, your goals.

"You're asking me to break this off. To break off my relationship with someone I truly care about and someone that genuinely makes me happy. Something I haven't felt in a long time."

"I'm sorry, San. I already told you how difficult this is, and it's not my intention to take your happiness away. I just need to protect you two from everyone, especially the dean. Please understand me and hear me. I'm asking you to protect her this way. If anything happens, it'll be the both of you going down and you know she doesn't deserve that either. "

"And If I don't do this?" San asks just to put the question out there.

"Then, can you call it love? Or is it just you being selfish?" San leans onto his knees, head falling into his hands. "I'm trying to come from a good place. Help me help you." He feels a headache coming on, thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. He hates the thought of losing you; it makes him sick to his stomach. But, he can't even lie and say there isn't a piece of truth behind Namjoon's words.

Can San really say he loves you if he isn't doing the right thing for you? Is he being too selfish, assuming he could keep this on the low? Assuming he could be 'more' careful with you?

Is he selfish for wanting you by his side no matter what? Is he selfish for saying fuck it?

Is he selfish?

The last thing he wants to do is ruin your career, ruin you. Even if this will hurt like hell, he understands where Namjoon is coming from and knows he needs to put you first.

He's so conflicted. He has no idea what to do or how to move forward. Because as much as he knows he needs to do this for you and the sake of Namjoon, he doesn't want to.

He is scared.

"I need to head back to my office." San sighs and stands, but Namjoon follows closely.

"I don't have much time. I need to let them know that something is gonna be done and I need to prove it to them. You do hear me, right?"

"I do. I just.. give me a little bit of time to think, Joon. Please." Namjoon just nods, meeting San's expression. He feels bad, he really does. And as his friend, this isn't something he wants to do— but he has to. He could easily tell San to keep this on the low, to keep this a secret until things blow over but at some point, he doesn't trust himself to continue along with the story had anyone asked about it out of the blue.

Namjoon watches as San sadly walks off back to his office, eyes trained on the phone in his hand. San sees your texts, and usually, that'll be enough to put a smile on his face. He'll text back right away so you know he's been thinking about you; but today, he's thinking about you in a different light and he's not sure how to stomach it.

When he gets back to his office, he sees a few people from the lab lingering around— even you. You meet his eyes and his eyes meet yours, but he doesn't give you a smile.

His eyes don't glow like they used to.

His cheeks aren't threatening to glow that cute, rosy tint they do when you're around.

He just steps in without doing anything to acknowledge your presence and that already feels way off.

you: 😞 you didn't even look my way when you walked back into the office and i haven't heard from you all day.

you: i hate how all my papers and presentations are due this week. plus ppl have been weird, idk. i just wanna cuddle 😭

san: i'm sorry. it's just been a day.

you: that's never stopped you before... ☹️ what's wrong, san?

san: we should talk, baby.

—read 12.5 here

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spicyraeman · 3 months ago

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lil guy and big ouppy form

#working on reference sheets. again #well kinda #what im actually doing is struggling to draw #but yall know how it is it'll pass... eventually

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arcadia-of-pluto · 22 days ago

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So...how would you guys feel if I said I had a Caleb one-shot brewing? If I write a lot of it today, I might post an excerpt just to get yall lolking forward to it! 🤔

It's going to have a good bit of angst in it at first and I even have a nice playlist to go with it (I've never done a playlist before so I'll probably just link the songs on YouTube tbh). But I've written character sheets, I have the name of the one-shot, I have the ideas I want in it, it could possibly be more than one part — now I need to work on the backstory for before the story starts, then work on the story itself and the banner.

There's not much i can say about it, but i am writing kinda based on what we saw in his trailers and based on my own theories so of course, none of this will be 100% to what'll eventually happen in game! And there might be smut, it may be poorly written though since I've lost my touch when it comes to writing smut 🤔

I'll give the vibes for the one-shot though, so I'm not just posting this with nothing to show!

So the main premise is that there's no isekai, the reader is literally the mc. This is only a Caleb x reader, so while the other love interests will clearly like her, they won't actively pursue her. It's set in a slightly alternative universe where the reader is still grieving the loss of Grandma and Caleb. She still hasn't gotten over it and it's been almost a year since they passed on. So it'll be set in 2049 while the main game was originally set in 2048.

So everyone will be a year older (mc is 23, Caleb is 26, rafayel is 25, Zayne is 28, Sylus is 29, and Xavier (who I've decided to be about 25) is 26.

^ also i ran out of colours on mobile since i use green as Ot4/Ot5, so Caleb will just be bolded purple.

Anyways, the reader is depressed, always reliving that day in her dreams, and seeing ghosts of Caleb whenever she's out and about. She thinks the accident was somehow her fault and that she could've saved them, even though deep down she knows she couldn't.

Now this won't stay angst-y, since we all know Caleb is truly alive but that's all I can say so far! I'm still working on it right now though, so things are always subject to change. 🩷

#love and deepspace #lads #love and deepspace x reader #lads x reader #lnds #lads caleb #lads caleb x reader #lnds caleb #lnds caleb x reader #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace caleb x reader #lnds x reader

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boonsmoon · 2 months ago

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Split in Two

Trish ver. A mini-series inspired by a post that I can no longer find! Basically, what if what happened to Vergil (DMC5) happened to reader? Would DMC characters pursue reader after becoming whole again? Background info: One of the many corrupt cops in the system

Request Chungus ML Other Media ML Mini-Series ML Trish x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

THE MEETING/GETTING TO KNOW

Your memory is a bit foggy, whatever you were doing clearly isn't a priority anymore

You vaguely remember having a job involving the authorities, but it was too much of a hassle to figure out, so you decided to forget that for now

What kept you going was strong survival instincts (and techniques you knew) and your sense of justice that got you surprisingly far

Apparently having conviction in what's right will make people back down quicker than you'd expect

One of these wandering days you were looking for a job and stumbled upon 'Devil May Cry'

Weird name but times are tough right now and it'll have to do

What you DIDN'T know was that devils are the target in this business, sure you aren't one, but you can't kill one either!

Anyways, when you head in you see some guy talking to this woman, they stare at you for a minute because wtf is a random person doing here?? Before the woman decides to pull you outside and take a walk

Yall talk for awhile, her trying to figure out WHY you were there, and you explaining that you need a job

She decides "why not" and decides that you can be her silly assistant (Dante doesn't need to know)

Weeks eventually pass by, all them consisting of you spending 90% of your time with Trish

At first it was irritating, killing devils took up this much time?? But as you got to know her the hours became more bearable

Until one day yall got inconvenienced while walking around the town, you weren't even doing anything sus or illegal, bro just started wasting your time for no reason 😭

You laid down the totally correct law to her, stating you are in fact OK to continue, and uh, more fighting happened

You cringed before whispering to Trish that this MIGHT be you

And she laughed, she knows, she always knew, you think she'd take on a broke stranger just because?

Luckily she knew exactly how to fix it and the problem was resolved quickly

WOULD THEY PURSUE?

Depends on how close you two were during the bonding of hunting devils

And if you decide to become whole again but stay a nuisance like before

Either way YOU have to pursue HER, this work is dangerous so she's not getting a civilian involved, a horrid one at that

If you fix up your sense of justice CORRECTLY and start investing in devil hunting, you'll actually have a high chance at being with Trish

She won't push you away if you show signs of improvement or signs of wanting to improve

She's a devil hunting devils that changed for the better, so you can change too, can't you?

just Nico left and then the series is done

should be out sometime today!

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc #dmc x reader #dmc trish #trish x reader #dmc trish x reader

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scrubbinn · 7 months ago

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There is a man in my mirror. He visits me every day. I don't understand why. He just does. We spend our time staring into each other's eyes, though as much as I peer, I can not seem to grasp his thoughts. Sometimes, I see sadness on those days when he cries into his hands. I stare at him as I place tears around my eyes to match his. He never smiles, but I know it's nice to have company in misery.

Somedays, I watch him leave the house he lives in. It's the place you could never call a home. There are monsters in it. They only exist in my mirror, but I know the man fights them every day. I stare at the door, waiting for him to return. I'd like to ask where his strength comes from, but I know my voice will never reach. I wonder if the monsters will someday find their way out of my mirror. I hope the man returns soon. He always does, eventually.

One day, the man stared at me with a familiar expression. It was the same one we both wore every day, but I knew that was wrong. I knew this time was different. The man cried, and so did I, once again, place the tears into my eyes. He never came back. How long was the man gone? I stared at the door he left through for what must have been hours, maybe days. The calendar in the corner of my mirror said that years had passed, but it must have been wrong.

One day, I was staring into my mirror, waiting once again for the man to return. My mirror was dusty, and I could not clearly see myself anymore, but it was clear enough to see the door open once again. A woman stepped forward and wiped the dust away. She smiled at me, and I cried.

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Hey, yall. Navi here. Sad news, there won't be a slime HRT update this weekend. It would seem giving yourself an arbitrary deadline for a project while fighting self-worth issues induces burnout.

So there's no longer going to be a set schedule for Slime HRT. It'll be out when it's out. In the meantime, I'm gonna post any short stories I end up writing in my free time. Hope you enjoy.

#short story #trans #transgender #creative writing

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darkh3ro · 6 months ago

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AfterSchool: A Love Story

Chapter Two

Eddie was on his lunch break, drinking a green tea that he loves cold and a small salad, he usually liked keeping his small figure and his wife didn't do much of the cooking anyway, her nights were normally filled with work, and even most weekends.

Eddie gets a call from his wife in the middle of his small meal, he's quick to answer, mostly because he knows she never calls unless she needs something. Eddie picks up “Hey Love. How's it going?

Works okay and everything?” she responds with “Yes as always” she quickly says. Eddie could tell that she was fixing her mouth to say something. She was hesitant but not afraid to tell him.

She says “I will be gone for a week for work. They need me out in New York City. I'm not sure how often this will happen, but this week has already been set in stone. I'm getting paid triple and they're flying me out tonight.”

Thoughts ran through Eddie's mind faster than ever, he immediately thought of inviting Yusef over and pouncing onto him like he knew they both wanted.

He thought of the time they could spend together just for the weekend. The immense amount of time they would have.’

“Hello,” Eddie's wife says, demanding an answer at this point. He had zoned out for at least 30 seconds.

He snaps back to reality and says “Okay honey, whatever you feel like you need to do, your job is important, I'll be here if you need me, love you.”

Eddie’s wife hangs up the phone and quickly puts away his lunch, getting ready for the last class of the day…….

The last class was unlike any other. He was so energetic for the last class. Knowing the plan that was soon to conspire was pushing him through the rest of the day.

Often during the passing period, he would sway by Yusef’s office, finding him inside normally waiting on his next class or just writing notes or classes.

Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off him, and Yusef couldn't either, they were so obsessed with each other secretly that they had to resist each other for the sake of their marriage.

Since Yusef married his wife, Lory; it was always as if something was missing. He felt that the only reason he got married in the first place was because his family members wanted him.

Through the years Yusef normally stayed distant from his wife, they were never fully infatuated with each other but they always kept the peace. Since Eddie and Yusef knew each other so well.

For years they had always wondered what it felt like to be in each other's arms. Never did Eddie think that he would end up being in a position to have a chance at pursuing him.

He mustered up the thought of going to yusefs office and asking him over. He kept fidgeting in his seat just thinking about Yusef coming over to be with him.

Even if nothing sexual happened, being in the presence of him is enough for him. Eddie loved Yusef for what he was; a hidden lover.

A love with no constraints and no ill will. Yusef was masculine, caring, and extremely charming. There was nothing better for them than each other.

Eddie knew what he had to do. So he thought to himself to eventually muster up the courage to ask Yusef over. Eddie knew that he would say yes anyway. He just didn't want to pounce on him too early….

In the middle of Eddie daydreaming of him and Yusef, the bell rings for the next class and his lunch is over…

I'm not sure when I will post chapter three! though I'm sure it'll be within the next week or two!

love yall.

#poets on tumblr #writeblr #fanfiction #lgbtq #gay smut indie #smut #legendarylovers #spilled poem #flexfriday #Spotify

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yrnkeno · 3 years ago

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Dear 1st grade Joaquin Gold,

Shit fasho gets easier, well maybe not easier, but definitely better. Especially in comparison to the things you have to endure right now in this part of your life. Shit, in 2022, you coming up for real. You dropped a song that went viral, blew up, and all the long nights that's going to come--when you and your niggas up late in "White Tim's" garage in a makeshift studio, and dropping cringe shit on soundcloud gon' pay off. Nigga we got SIGNED. How ironic that "Lonely" was the song that changed your life, and lonely is the perfect way to describe where you are now. Yeah you had your sister on the many nights mama wouldn't come back.. and I hate to tell you fam, but one day she ain't gonna come back at all. We pass her sometimes when we driving through the old hood nowadays, but we don't even look her way... Aye, I ain't say we was perfect.. we still got some shit to work on right now but I have to admit, when I do see her, I turn back into you and think about how fucked up she was. But enough of that shit for right now, back to the important shit. Nigga, you pulling up in a SRT Hellcat now, got you a diamond grill--a real one--and not the ones you make out of gum wrappers every morning outside of your school before class start. And the bitches, bro the bitches.. the fattest asses, the biggest titties. Stripper bitches, lawyer bitches, thug bitches all kinds of bitches. You still only had one girlfriend ever though because commitment ain't really your thing. It's more than likely cuz of our mama though, shit, and our father too. Oh, you finally met that nigga though at 13. They bought some big convicts over to the juvie to talk to us and his ass was in the line up. That shit crazy. First convo you had with that nigga and yall both was in jail. Apparently, that nigga known for putting in work. From California to Atlanta and when word got out you was his seed that was your gateway to the streets... and it paid off for a lil while, but. Anyway tho.

I know you're a dreamer, you've always been a dreamer. Even now, at 21 you still be dreaming hard as fuck. You know what's crazy? Even til this day we still got that uglass green composition notebook where you used to list everything you ever wanted in it. And it goes from stuff you want in this moment in your life (and eventually got because I made sure of it) and goes to stuff I want now. I never stopped adding to it. Lol. I think it's wild to see shit I used to think was a delicacy.. like being able to take a bath without having to boil your water first, having thanksgiving dinner, or having a christmas tree..or being able to buy Tahara an actual gift on her birthday instead of "best big sister" construction paper cards, to now like owning businesses and getting sponsorships. Oh and the gushers? Boyyyyy, we got so many Gushers in 2022.. a whole drawer full and we don't even have to save them, Tahara don't have to steal them, and nobody can take them from you to hurt you no more. So right now, I know it's a lot of cold nights for you. I know you go to school in pain from sleeping on a floor with Tahara, or stuffing your feet in kicks she outgrew about two years prior. Or waiting around for the lunch lady to close the cafe down afterschool so you can beg for another pizza to split with ya sister. But just stay down, pimpin. It'll get better.

P.S we still tenderheaded.

Sincerely, Joaquin Gold, 2022.

#mbrdevelopment tasks

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ihaveafandom-problem554 · 3 years ago

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Ok same anon with the weird dreams greetings—

Sooo I saw that you’re accepting Halloween related requests and you know I’m a sucker for the bitch douma..

idk just some weird crack headcanons (or oneshot if u dont mind) request with douma somehow transporting to our world probably from baking after being done with his shit and they see reader with a good ass cosplay and they look almost identical to him, they got the voice down and everything.

so reader is just… I dunno passing out candy to the children and douma is kinda just being a weirdo and trying to figure out where the fuck he is and just observing reader.

Somehow they meet and reader is just like “Omg I love your douma cosplay it looks WAY too real lmao” and douma is just… what ?? :D

Idk what happens next it’s up to you but reader just finds out that he somehow came here and is now literally fearing for their lives like they’re actually terrified and douma is just in the living room wondering how the Nintendo switch works.

yeah that’s all I got okay thank u byeeee

This is going to be fun

Douma has been staring at his look alike for the past hour with his eyes wide open. They looked so pretty dressed like him!

After being randomly thrown in this strange world, a mirror could really calm his nerves (What nerves exactly? I don't know)

After a while Douma sees that the person was waving at him and his first thought was "Ooo! A new friend!" so he walked up to them and complimented on the similar resemblance to him

"Aw Thanks! I love your Douma cosplay as well!"

".....Cosplay?... I don't know what that means but what are you giving those little humans? Is it poison?"

Big confusion

You started to question him if this was his first time celebrating

And he answered that this was his first time hearing about this

Two things were currently going through your head

"Is this guy serious? Or He's just acting like Douma to fit the cosplay?"

You explained what Halloween was to this guy and he immediately wanted you to take him out so he can have a Halloween experience

You swear everything happened so quickly

Yall went trick or treating, went to 3 different parties and 15 haunted houses

You were so surprised that you managed to do all of that in one night. You didn't know if this guy had a place to stay at the moment so you let him stay at your place until he had a ride or something.

What you didn't know, was that he wasn't done hanging out with you. He didn't get the message that you were tired so he continued to ask so many questions about everything. What's in your house, how do you use them, does it explode?

"Your telling me you don't know what a Phone is?"

"Nope! Not at all.. I wonder if it'll bring any use to Muzan-sama"

"Ok.. I get it your in a Douma cosplay, Halloween's over. You can stop now"

"Cosplay... Lots of people have complimented me on my 'Cosplay'.. I don't know what that is... also can we close the windows? I don't wanna burn a day after I've had so much fun with you! I want to hangout with you more!"

It was honestly getting on your nerves how he was still acting like Douma.

But in the deep depths of your mind, you started questioning if this guy really Douma due to the fact he really looked like him.

His Cosplay was insane and you couldn't help but question it.

You eventually had to find out of he was Douma or was just some weirdo you let in your house

As he was closing all the windows and the curtains you pricked him with a pin and watched his reaction

First of all he didn't even feel it-

Second of all you saw his skin morph back in its original form

It scared the living shit out of you cause there's one a fucking demon in your house

And two It's a women eating demon in your house. Who knows if he's hungry!!

You personally dont know if you should call the police, kick him out, or hide him

The police are going to be useless.. and if you kick him out how knows what will happen if you leave him alone (It's Douma..who knows what he's gonna do)

Hiding him in your house was the only option, but you couldn't help but wonder what you were gonna feed him

"[Name]-dono! What's this red and blue device? It has all these buttons on it.. what happens if I press one- OOO! It did something! [Name]-dono you have to show me what this is! And maybe tomorrow night we can go to another party again! Or! Or! Go trick and treat! Ah, that's how you say it right? Trick and treating?"

Maybe you can worry about it when it comes..

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We are not going to ask why this took so long ok? Ok.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny douma #demon slayer douma #douma headcanons #Douma #muzan

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saksukei · 4 years ago

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mermaid yeosang au

[plenty of curses lol and also this is hella long ,,,,, so I'm sorry] This was once again inspired by warmau, please check them out! I love their writing.

other mermaid aus; yunho san

when your friends said you were a dumb fuck you begged to differ but now you just agree

because really– you have proved how low your IQ level is when you went to the beach

It was a cloudy day and it was supposed to rain later on but you and your friends were already at the beach– so you decided you might as well enjoy

you wanted to go for a swim but all your friends refused and said that they preferred to stick to the shallow water

you went in for a swim in the deep water, where the waves form because you go out to swim pretty often ,,,, especially this place

but then it started raining cats and dogs

and the current started becoming stronger

your grade A swimming skills couldn't save you because even as you were trying to swim against the current, the water was just sweeping you away

The only thing you could hear were your friends screaming for the one second you managed to get out and then you were back in

salt water going through your nose

and you felt like this was it

because getting out of the water is impossible and you've heard countless stories of people drowning, never thinking you were going to go be one of them

and this isn't some movie where you get washed up on some shore on an island and find your way back home

and so you just let the water take you with itself

Till you felt a strong grip on your wrist

you couldn't see clearly because the salt water and the sand was hurting your eyes

but you felt something wrap it's arms around you tightly and drag you away with full force

you felt everything fade away as you lost consciousness

you eyes fluttered open and you jolted up

you found yourself on this flat rock on some unknown shoreline?

“oh good– you're up,” you heard someone say from behind you.

You turned around to see a white haired boy, prominent cheek bones, angular face, melanin skin, a weak smile on his lips

and then you noticed–

the huge gash that went from his ankle to almost his knee

“w-what ,,,,, how did this happen? Are you okay?” you asked, worryingly, as you inched closer to him.

“oh I'm a hundred percent fine!” he replied in a sarcastic tone, pointing towards his leg

hE SOUNDED LIKE A WHINY BITCH

“rude,” you hissed, as you tore your sleeve, wrapping it around his leg to cover the wound

“please stop– this ,,, it won't help,” he pointed towards the bandage.

“i know it's not great but it'll be worse if I don't do this now,” you answered.

“no you don't understand,” he interrupted, his tone stern.

“what do I not understand? This is one of the things I've been taught to do in case someone gets wounded and this prevents bacterial infection from happening–”

“I'm a mermaid,,,,,,” he confessed.

and you stopped dead in your tracks

“y-youre a ,,,,, what?” you asked him again

“don't tell anyone please,” he grumbled. “I don't want a fanclub”

“oh my god ,,,, you're a mermaid but you're also a dick, congrats!” you replied, clearly annoyed.

I MEAN WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS???

and he just rolled his eyes

“why don't you just tell me how I can help because I don't want to be responsible for murder,” you hissed.

Yeosang scoffed and kept thinking of a solution, till an idea popped into his mind, a smile on his face

You could see the light bulb over his head

“well- there are these things we use to heal and keep ourselves strong ,,,,, they're a type of seashell.....”

“oh god– this will be like finding a needle in a haystack,” you sighed.

“no actually the shell is the color of my tail which is emerald green, with white lines and we don't carry these shells with us, but rather– they find us when we are in need,” he explained.

“so can't it just ,,,,,, I don't know pop out of the ocean right into my arms?”

“if that's how it worked, do you think I would have entertained you all that long?”

“fine, you win,” you admitted, gritting your teeth

“dont hit your head on the rocks or drown like you did before–” he jabbered.

“you know ,,,,, I really miss two minutes ago when I didn't know your existence,” you retorted, as you dived into the water, missing the smirk on his face

After several minutes, you found the shell and you swam back to the silver haired boy

aND HE WAS SURPRISED AS FUCK?

“y-you found the shell?” he gulped

“yeah, why do you sound so panicky?” you asked, as you handed it to him, noticing the change in his tone

“nothing,” he scoffed. “I thought your intelligence quotient was so low that you would drown again,”

You only huffed in annoyance as you watched the gash on his leg disappear in an instant

“how did you get hurt anyway?”

“i was trying to save your dumbass from drowning.....”

he stood up and mans was taller than you

“the wound is fixed, the attitude comes right out huh?” you snapped.

“this isn't attitude, this is just–”

“no, you're just a jerk face” you interrupted, getting up.

Before you could utter another word, in one swift motion he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him

“first of all, it's not jerk face– it's Kang yeosang and second of all, I didn't have to injure myself just to save your petty ungrateful ass, but I still did.”

“well, god wanted me dead and now you get to find out why,” you managed to choke out, hoping he wouldn't notice how fAST YOUR HEART WAS RACING

He let go of your wrist as he rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time

“do you want to get back home or not?”

“yeah, so that I can forget your existence.”

He mumbled a ‘fine’ and jumped into the water

and you jumped after him

you could see his dark emerald green tail and as it came to the middle part, it become almost white, similar to his hair color

“hold on tight and pray that I don't strangle you,” he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest

I mean ,,,,,, dude was a dick but he looked hELLA FINE AND YALL SEE HIS CHEST??

he swam at literal lightning speed like you were there before you even knew it??

the storm had passed and you could see lifeguards, friends and family on the shoreline

You were in still water, small waves here and there but nothing too strong

“the coast guard is going to come here for another round to search for you–pretend you're unconscious and just let your body float,” he instructed.

“what if I get only farther and farther away from the shore?” you asked and he rolled his eyes

“you need to stop asking me stupid questions ,,,,, and- I'll be here to supervise.”

“okay then um- thank you ,,,, yeosang.”

“you're welcome–” he let go of your body and you let your body float on the water, till you felt a boat near by, eventually taking you out of the water

you eventually pretended to regain consciousness and was happy to be reunited with everyone

you also got scolded by everyone but you felt as if something was missing

sure you didn't like yeosang but he still saved you and you just ,,,,, kinda liked having him around even if he was annoying

I mean he made your heart race and get you all giddy for some ,,,,,, reason

this incident happened a little over a month ago and you spent all your time missing yeosang?? even though you like barely knew him and he was a dick lol

you went back to the beach, without anyone around and just walked along the shoreline till you felt your foot hit something

it was emerald in color?

yeosang's shell??

was he in trouble?

you panicked internally because you hoped he was okay

you picked up the shell and looked around,

but you still couldn't see him

you saw a rather large rock so you decided to swim towards it in hopes of trying to spot him from the top

and you got there but unfortunately the rock was too steep and slippery and so you were trying to find an edge where you could get on top from

unaware that Yeosang was watching you struggle and grinning at your stupidity

“you do realize– I have been looking for that ,,,, every where,” you heard someone say, making your heart race and you ended up bumping into his chest ,,,,, again

“you dick– if you were here ,,,, why couldn't you help me?”

“sorry it was fun watching you struggle–” he smirked

“rude– but I found your shell so- are you okay?” you asked with geniuine concern

He sighed, “oh god- I have to tell you something....”

“what?”

“you see ,,,,, I had originally sent you on a wild goose chase when I sent you to find my shell–”

“what do you mean?”

“actually no one except the mermaids themselves can find their own shell,” he scratched the back of his head. “unless–” he paused.

“unless?”

“unless they are your significant other....”

#ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez yeosang #yeosang #yeosang ateez #kang yeosang #yeosang x you #yeosang x reader #yeosang imagines #kang yeosang imagines #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez x you

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LIIIV; happy new year!!!!!

here we go, a smol bible. just a chapter if u must lmao

i'm very honest when I say it doesn't feel like we passed another year, everything is weird and last year sucked ass, even worse than 2020 for me, like i'm ok, but am i really? lol

some news are that this year im getting braces, i guess i won't be able to eat some things, so i've been eating a lot of candy these days while i can lmao, help

this year gave us blonde hoseok and it killed me, he went back to dark hair and i didn't get any better, what are we playing here??? and this is gonna be a year full of bangtan on instagram, i hate it there, yoongi's already like 'cute sky' then BAMM, 'look, im hot', annoying- jungkook owns a pet store apparently! namjoon was touring USA, then hobi and tete are naked wtf, have some mercy, jimin was lost, idk what the hell he was doing,

jin is my rock, he just ate a lot and got covid :( poor baby.

now i've been really behind on everything, i'm not even finished with the christmas drabbles, can u believe, i'm sorry

shame

but i'm excited for this year's angst lmao

suffering is my passion 😗✌️

i don't want to ramble a lot, let's spread the ramble in different asks, you know.. tumblr content for yall

anywayss, i'm always very thankful for your writing, liv, you reminded me how much i loved reading fanfictions in the good ol' jonas brothers fan days, and your work is like a warm hug from a friend ♥

i hope you have a very cool, amazing, fantastic, magical and full of puppies year ♥ i love your existance

Saw this Ginger house's yesterday at the mall 💫

"a smol bible" goddammit I'm already cackling lmao. Happy new year Lydia! <3 (putting the rest under a keep reading cut because we're obnoxious and can't stop typing xo)

No for real, it feels like one massive year and I am no longer able to process how time works. That's such a mood: we're ok, but are we? we are, but are we really? who knows!

Braces!!! They're annoying as fuck at times but it'll be worth it! Just wear your retainer when you're done because I did not and my teeth have definitely shifted some lol. I take it out while sleeping?! Like I can't even help it, my unconscious self does it! Eat all the candy girl! You deserve it!

Hoseok with any hair is just too much, YOU'RE TOO MUCH HOSEOK! Lmaoooo insta is going to be the death of us all eventually, Jungkook has been pushing it recently. But yes to all that, they have really taken us on a journey already. Except Jimin lol I love how he literally just does not really use insta, same bestie!

Jin and me had the same year if that's how we want to summarize his 2021 🤪 ate a lot and got covid, again, SAME BESTIE!

That's totally ok lol AND I'M EXCITED FOR ANGST TOO! I love angst, it's my passion, so we have that in common. SAME! BESTIE!

You're so cute :( I'm so happy you found my blog and find it worthy of spending even a small sliver of your time here. Have a very wonderful and cheerful year full of everything your heart desires! <3 I LOVE YOU!

the gingerbread houses are so cute, aw :(

#stainofpaint #asks #i enjoyed your chapter my lovely #thanks for being such a fun presence on here <3 #lydia🤟

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thatssonanii · 5 years ago

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Lines

Bloodline Family Series

Everybody that knew Rich knew what he did, they also knew that he kept a legit job too. He liked cutting hair and Slim's uncle needed a barber so when the two started college they both started working in his shop. After two years of working there, the guys that worked there knew not to play with either friend and they knew Slim was the nicest of the two.

"Aye man, how many heads you cut today?"

Rich at in his chair twisting back and forth, thinking before he answered the barber next to him, Jamal. Rich didn't really care for him but he put up with him because Jamal hadn't crossed him. Yet. He would cross the line eventually and Rich would be there waiting.

"Like 10 or 12," he shrugged.

"Damn, you must be good." Jamal laughed cutting the guy's head in his chair

"Mmhm, something like that."

Slim laughed to himself. Jamal was trying to be friendly with Rich, he wanted to be friends but Slim knew his best friend didn't like him.

"Say man, you comin' out tonight or you got something planned with ya lady?" Slim asked from across the shop.

Before Rich could answer, Jamal butted in. "You got a girl?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Rich asked glancing at him.

"No reason," Jamal shrugged finishing the haircut, "I just didn't think you did. With all these bitches after you, if I was you I'd have wifey and a few hoes. Shit, you prolly do."

The other barbers and a few of the patrons laughed at the suggestion.

"That's a faithful young man right there, son. Just him and his lady," an older gentleman interjected.

Jamal snorted as he slapped hands with his customer. "Shiiiit, like I said if I was him, I'd have a plethora."

Rich smirked and glanced at him, "But you ain't me so just worry about yaself."

A few hours later, Rich was cutting hair and the door to shop opened jingling the bell at the top of the door. Queenie walked in with Apryl and Kandice. A few spoke to them but they didn't put too much of their attention on them.

"What's goin on, Queenpin?" Slim asked going to hug her, her sister and cousin.

"Hey, Slim," Queenie smiled. She went over to kiss Rich, who wrapped his free arm around her and grabbed her butt. "Hey, baby. The girls came to see me and wanted to see you."

Rich smiled at them, "What's up, ladies? How long yall in town for?'

"Till Monday. Our parents went on a trip and shipped us off here," Apryl shrugged going to hug him.

Kandice scoffed playfully, "No, you got shipped off and i got guilt tripped."

Rich hugged then both and laughed.

"Either way, it's good to see yall. What yall about to do?' He asked going back to the haircut.

Queenie smiled, "Well, we were about to go eat and probably go to the mall."

"And you came to the ATM," he joked, "What if I told you it was closed?"

"Then is just rob it," she laughed.

"Uhuh," he mumbled playfully, "Go on back there and look in my bag. Yall go with her, yall know she don't share shit."

As the three of them headed for the backroom of the barbershop, Jamal came out checking each of them out as he passed them. Slim noticed and a laugh escaped him, he sat down in his chair ready to watch the fireworks. Going back to his own chair, Jamal to a seat with a wide smile on his face.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who? I ain't see nobody," Tony, another barber said quickly.

Jamal laughed, "Come on now, yall seen them fine ass women just walk through here."

Rich finished the haircut and slapped hands with his customer. He turned to his station to clean his things ignoring his co-worker.

"So yall just gon ignore me? I'm saying though, they was fine."

"16 will get you 20, my man." Tony told him quickly.

Jamal nodded, "I mean shit I won't tell if they won't. Wait ... which one of them is 16? Not that it matters."

"It should matter though," Rich added.

"Why? They ain't tellin."

Strike one, Rich thought to himself

The girls came from the back and over to Rich. Kandice and Apryl hugged him before going to wait by the door. While Queenie was telling Rich bye, Jamal approached them.

"I'm tellin you, man. Don't do that," Slim laughed tossing a few sunflower seeds in his mouth.

Jamal waved him off and grabbed Kandice's hand. "What's up, beautiful? I'm Jamal. What's your name?"

Kandice snatched her hand back from him with a frown on her face. "16," she said backing up.

"I'm not worried, it's all good. You should let me take you out."

Strike two, Rich thought to himself

By this time, Slim was in his chair dying of laughter. It was always fun to him when people tried Rich and even funnier when they had no idea.

"We're 16, we don't want you," Apryl told him, "Now move. Queenie, we goin to the car."

The two girls walked out going to her car. Queenie rolled her eyes, telling her boyfriend she'd see him at his apartment. The two of them embrace and kissed one more time. She hugged Slim one more time before leaving the barbershop. As she left though, Jamal's eyes were on her and Rich's were on him.

"Aye, you got a eye problem or somethin?"

"My bad, I was just looking, Rich." Jamal laughed as he sat in his chair.

"I asked you a question," Rich said setting his tools down, "You got a eye problem?"

"You serious man? I was lookin, no law against that. Ain't like I said she had a fat ass or something, I kept that to myself. But shit we all know its there."

Strike three, Rich thought to himself.

"I been lettin you slide since you got here a few months ago, a few times I should've said something to you but it wasn't my business," Rich told him calmly.

Jamal looked at his co-worker and laughed. He figured since Slim was laughing then it must've been a joke.

"Its just a few bitches, you can really be mad about that."

"A few bitches," Rich repeated with a sarcastic laugh, "Its clear you don't like your life."

Jamal opened his mouth to say something but Rich punched him out his chair. He didn't got a chance to fight back, Rich was on him pouncing him then jacked him up off the floor, forcing him to a wall holding him there with his firearm in his throat.

"Slim," Rich called out, "Bring me them shears."

"Gladly."

Slim hopped up with a smile on his face to get the sharpest shears he had taking them to his best friend. The other men in the shop put their focus everywhere but on what was currently happening. Rich took the shears and held them at Jamal's eyes as he tried to get away.

"Be ya scary ass still," Rich huffed, "You approached my lil sister and lil cousin after Tony and them told you not to, you touched them after they told you no and then you thought to say some disrespectful shit about my lady. Gimmie one reason why I shouldn't pluck both eyes out."

Jamal was sweating and panicking.

"Look, I'm sorry! I ain't know!"

"Bullshit," Slim called out laughing. "Ya ass just don't listen. That's ya problem!"

Rich opened the shears and moved it under his eyes pressing it into his skin as he shook and struggled.

"Be ya ass still, I told you that shit already," Rich growled in a low tone. 'It'll only hurt for a second."

Pushing the shears into his skin, Rich sliced into his skin making a long cut under Jamal's left eye. Jamal screamed out in pain which went ignored by every other person in the shop except Slim. When he was done, Rich handed Slim the shears and stepped back.

"Did we learn a lesson?" He asked.

Jamal held his hand to his face, tears pooling in his eyes from the pain. A few moments later, Rich looked down at his feet and stepped back in disgust.

"Ah shit, you pissed yaself, man? Talk all that shit about bitches but here you are actin like one." Rich taunted. "Go get a mop and clean this shit up then you should take the rest of day off and get that checked out. We got ya cuts till tomorrow."

Jamal looked up at him horrified.

"Did I say something you ain't understand? Lemme say it simpler for you," Rich shrugged, "Clean this up, go to the hospital, go home and bring ya ass back tomorrow. Don't come back tomorrow and see what happens. And stop crying be grateful i let you keep ya eyes."

Rich turned away from him and went back to his station to finish cleaning his tools. Slim continued to taunt Jamal a little while longer until he got the mop like Rich told him to and the barbershop went back to normal just like that.

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