#get will that shotgun again u cowards

[goji-pilled]

im bored, an homubey is still in the works. so, considering how much i've sent/talked about them before, here are some assorted quotes for Homura and Klarissa when they pull out weapons from their shield/hat hammerspace.

so in no partocular order, here are some quotes i've both made up and heard if they were in a video game (in the west).

also this is under the implication tht homura is in the know and close with phil just like klarissa is.

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Homura (pistols): I can make do with many assortments of weapons, for better or worse.

You couldn't give me something else? Even chopsticks would do...

I love handguns, I truely do, but I need something bigger and better right now!

Well I was already dead on the inside, now I'll just be dead outside too...

Maybe... this is a sign... a sign that says "Give up, Homura"!

(shotguns): It's loud, crass, and takes a long time to get anything done... But enough about Sakura/Miki!

At least Witches are often big enough that I don't have to aim.

A boom stick... With not enough "boom" and too much "stick".

With the right moddifications, I can make this a full auto sniper-shotgun... With all the drawbacks too...

(LMG): I don't see the problem with the weight, they aren't that heavy.

I once told Miki that "LMG" stood for "Lick my Gibblets". Tomoe smacked me upside the head when she found out.

Sakura once asked me if "SMG" was an ancronym too, when she heard about LMG. I told her it was short for "Smell my gun"; I smacked her when she actually tried to do that.

(snipers): Time to go back to my roots as the support.

I could've used something with a bit more "ratta-tat-tat" instead "boom-click-pow-chichang"...

Ah, yes, the Coward's weapon. Ha ha...

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Klarissa (pistols): Thanks for the peashooter, Phil...

Why does Mom even like these guns? They're so tiny and weak!

Well good to see some things don't change. Fucking Phil...

Ich bin Fucking Angry!

I did not want want this. In fact, I don't even know I took it.

Sometimes I really just wanna curl up in a ball, and cry.

(shotguns): Eeny, meenie, mighty, shotgun!

These things are supposed to kill bears, so hopefully it'll kill Witches too.

And now, I will refuse to aim again! Or until I hear the click clicks.

Deadly. Just like my Mom. And my Mama. And my Aunt. And her wife. Man my family is super deadly...

(LMG): How the hell does Mom just carry these things?

Am I even holding this thing up right?!

Oof. I think I just- snapped by back in two.

Dammit Phil, you couldn't even give me a good gun!? You had to give me this montsrosity!?

(snipers): Oh I'm sure if I killed them one by one, the others would get the message. They'll all cry, have a big sad funeral, and quietly go to hell.

Anybody want a sniper rifle?! Anybody, anyone at all?! Cause I don't!

Oh god, we're so fucked.

Why'd you give me a sniper, Phil!? Im trash with these!

You continue to try my patience, Philip. But I will not break!

Just make do, Klarissa, just make do. Like Mom has before and as she would now.

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hopefully u find some enjoyment in these. Homubey coming... eventually. maybe I'll do something like this with th rest of th pmmm cast in the future. hope you have a good day!

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼

I love Klarissa very clearly has the "I really dont wanna be here right now oh my god-" adittude 💀

[jincherie]

potion 609 | pjm & ksj

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✩ — pairing: seokjinx reader x jimin ✩ — genre: poly, magic au, roadtrip au, mutual pining, borderline crack, fluff, slight angst ✩ — words: 10.8k ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: *sobbing* they’re so stupid man, they’re so stupid ✩ — notes: this took a bit longer than expected, if only because like everyone else in the world rn I’ve had a few unprecedented issues in my life pop up to deal with. I hope u all are well and if you’re not, that you get better soon. please enjoy this mess! <3

A four day roadtrip into the depths of the mountains with the two best friends you’ve recently realised you have feelings for is probably the last thing you need. It becomes a reality, though, when Seokjin and Jimin bring home a cursed doll that reacts with the potion you were making and lands you all cursed yourselves; both forced to say whatever comes to mind and bound to each other. Now stuck in close quarters with your two idiot best friends who for the life of them can not shut up for the foreseeable future while you venture to fix this, you’re beginning to doubt whether you or your heart can survive this trip in one piece.

masterlist | — posted; 24.03.2020

“Oh my god… y/n. What have you done?”

You glare, hard, at the male standing dead in the middle of the room, currently in the midst of being accosted by two idiots you happen to call your best friends. If you hadn’t thought quick and chugged a silencing potion before frantically texting Namjoon, you have no doubt you’d be stuck in the same situation as them right now.

“Please, please, please help us!” Jimin is clutching your professor by the arms, shaking him like a madman. Some of the goo coating his soiled silken grey shirt flings onto your professor’s, and you watch him physically recoil. “I can’t live like this! Jin might be hot but he’s so incredibly stupid and if I have to listen to his unfiltered thoughts all day every day I’m going to lose my [quack]ing mind!”

As much as it pains you, you’re so stressed and exasperated right now that you can’t even laugh at the fact that your professor has spent all of two minutes in the room and already has cast one of his stupid censoring spells on the two of them.

“Excuse me?” Seokjin sounds, smacking Jimin on the arm. “You think I’m hot? Why don’t you tell me more often!! You know I like hearing it! You’re so stingy, honestly. No wonder y/n likes me more.”

At Seokjin’s unwitting confirmation of Jimin’s words, the shorter male turns a look of absolute plea to your professor, grip tightening. The man in his hold then turns to you, looking an odd cross between bewildered and annoyed. Before he says anything more, the two idiots continuing to bicker beyond him, a voice sounds from behind you.

“She can’t talk,” Namjoon supplies smoothly, stepping to your side and slinging his arm around your shoulder with a dimpled grin. “The potion seems to have had the opposite effect on her, oddly enough.”

You resist the urge to spin and pin the male with an impressed look at how smoothly he just pulled that out of his ass, especially after performing a strong silencing spell on you barely a minute ago.

“Well, these two can definitely talk,” your professor says, and the deadpan tone and expression coming from him, someone who is usually so mild mannered and sweet, almost makes you choke on your own spit. Even if you wanted to laugh, Namjoon’s silencing spells are no joke and you can’t let out even the slightest of chuckles.  “It seems that not only has the potion bound all those covered in its contents—the three of them—but these two in particular… It seems as though their filters are completely gone, and they’re just saying everything that comes to the top of their head. And I mean— everything.”

Namjoon makes a pitying sound, giving your professor an empathetic look. Meanwhile you are standing and contemplating whether it would be a better option to throw yourself off the nearest bridge rather than stay and deal with this mess. It’s tempting, you admit, but one thing stands in the way…

You look down, catching sight of the translucent, glowing cord of runes and sigils that winds around your wrist, trailing off in the direction of the bickering duo a few metres away. A wave of something like exasperation floods through you, tinged with hints of self-pity.

Of course one of the side effects of this stupid cursed mishap is that you physically cannot stray more than 3 metres from dumb and dumber over there. Like, at all. You’ve tried. It was a massive effort just to get them close enough to the doorway that you could go into the other room with Namjoon so he could give you a hit of magical shut-up juice.

“Please help us!” Jimin whines, louder than before. He is successful in capturing the attention of the entire room, and he stomps his foot. “Professor Lim, please! Have I not been the best student you could ever ask for? Helping in your shop and bringing you cursed items from across the globe?”

Once he starts, he doesn’t stop—which isn’t all that different from usual except this time it’s like you’ve twisted a tap on and the handle has then broken, leaving the pipe jetting out water with no way of cutting it off. You think you’re really going to go insane if you’re stuck with these two any longer.

“I can’t help you!” your professor bursts, tearing himself away from your friends’ pleading grips. “Look, I have no idea what on earth y/n was attempting to cook up in there that made it react with the cursed doll like that—”

I was EXPERIMENTING, you defend silently, thankfully unable to voice your thoughts.

“—but it’s out of my jurisdiction, boys. Judging from the runes on those bindings this is some high level magic, and kind of, uh… niche. I only know barely a handful of people that might be able to help.”

“Who?” Jimin and Seokjin demand at the same time, eyes wide with hope—for all of Seokjin’s rebuttals to Jimin’s earlier whining, he doesn’t seem too overjoyed at the prospect of being stuck with him for longer than necessary either.

At the question, your professor gives a somewhat sheepish laugh. “Uh, well… the closest is a witch I knew back in my university student days. She’s not that far geographically, but she lives at the top of one of the mountains in Dusk Dew Valley and the magic of the forest means you can’t zap in or out so… you’re gonna have to drive.”

“That’s not so bad,” Seokjin comments, at the same time that Jimin squints, suspicious.

“How long?”

Your professor clears his throat, averting his gaze—personally, you’re on the edge of your metaphorical seat. “Uh,” he begins awkwardly, like he wishes he didn’t have to say what he is going to next. “Probably about… four? …five days?”

Aside from the background sound of cursed goo sliding down the walls and plopping onto the floor in fat, glutinous globs, the room is silent. Your gaze goes from your wrist, to the ugly doll on the floor a few feet away (where it landed in the midst of the blast—they hadn’t gotten very far into the room before things went south) and then to Jimin and Seokjin, who have been your closest friends for the better part of your adult life and with whom normally you wouldn’t mind spending such an amount of time with.

Except, thing’s aren’t really as they are normally, and lately you’ve started noticing some feelings rising within you that are getting harder and harder to squash. You don’t think you can make it out of this in once piece, and a look to the side reveals Namjoon’s doubtful expression that tells you he thinks the same.

 [ DAY ONE ]

The trip, for the few hours you’ve been on it so far, has proved to be taxing in more ways than one. Case in point:

“Namjoon! Stop playing that hippy garbage and show us your mixtape! What are you, a coward?”

Next to you, you can sense Namjoon’s hands tighten on the wheel—you might have fought tooth and nail to get shotgun but he’d been coerced somewhat unwillingly into the driving seat. He has a provisional licence and still has some supervised driving hours to complete, so it was with a pout that he climbed in next to you earlier today and has been behind the wheel ever since.

The reason for the twitch that’s developed under his eye and the white tint of his knuckles as they grip the wheel lies in the seats behind you—Seokjin and Jimin have been running their mouths for the better part of the last few hours and don’t seem like they’re going to be shutting up anytime soon. To be fair, at the start they were just talking about normal things, but then one of them said something somewhat antagonistic about an hour and a half in and they haven’t stopped bickering since.

In the seat behind them, Jungkook and Taehyung – two friends who had somehow been roped into this abridged roadtrip— sit with looks of pure, unadulterated regret on their faces.

“This is my mixtape,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth, Seokjin shrinking back into his seat in response with a chastised look. It takes all of a split second for Jimin to snicker, no chance for sweet, sweet silence to bloom before they’re back to bickering once more. You almost give in to the urge to slam your head against the dash again. Almost.

“Why couldn’t they both have turned out like y/n?” you hear Jungkook question in something that must be his attempt at a whisper (yet that still reaches you at the front of the car). Taehyung sighs, like the weight of the world has suddenly rested itself on his shoulders and he now finds himself with the task of carrying it for the rest of eternity.

“They’re too stupid,” Taehyung answers, somewhat cryptically. By some show of mercy from up above, neither of the two idiots in question hear him insulting them.

You squint at Taehyung through the rear-view mirror, wondering if he’s onto you. He doesn’t seem like it, what with him now playing ‘I Spy’ with Jungkook and cheating with his magic, but then again you know Taehyung to be awfully perceptive when he needs to be. You’ll have to ask Namjoon to make sure he doesn’t blab to dumb and dumber behind you or you’ll never hear the end of it.

“You know what? This wouldn’t have happened if y/n didn’t pick you up like a stray dog in her second year!”

Ears alert at the sound of your name, you turn your head to nail the two with a suspicious look while Namjoon keeps his eyes pointedly to the front and on the road carving a path between thick rainforest greenery. Seokjin is sputtering at what Jimin just announced, eyes whipping between you and Jimin incredulously. He has the exact look on his face that a child does right before they tattle on their older sibling to their mother for being mean to them.

It really is like raising two kids though, honestly, you lament. You should see if you can get family benefits from the government.

“Excuse me? If anything, I picked you two up like strays. You should have seen her that first day she came up to me, all pleading with these puppy dog eyes, asking if I would be her mentor. She was so pitiful I couldn’t bear to say no.”

WHAT?! That’s not how that went! You glare at Seokjin for spewing mistruths, reaching for something to throw at him in the front cup holder. He has a look of regret on his face, like what he said was never meant to enter the air, but it’s out now and you’re gonna pelt something at him for it. It’s their fault they’re cursed to say whatever the hell comes to mind, anyway. It’s just unfortunate that 80% of the things that come to Seokjin’s mind happen to be things that shouldn’t be said out loud. You’d say the same for Jimin but his percentage is a little lower, more like 50-60%, so you’ll let him live for now.

“Oh my gods that is ENOUGH! Both of you shut up! Please! Or so help me Hecate I will turn this car around and dump you two on the side of the road to walk!”

Surprisingly, Namjoon’s reprimand works and the two males snap their mouths shut, eyes wide. You haven’t forgiven Seokjin for his sleight, so you make sure he sees you glaring before you turn back around. You can hear him gulp.

Before you met Seokjin in one of your classes at the academy, it had always been you and Jimin. The two of you grew up in the same gated community in the same cul-de-sac—you with your aunt, and him with his incredibly rich and highly esteemed parents. You always saw his parents before you ever saw him, and (somewhat unfairly) you judged from their stony expressions and default looks of disdain that he’d be just like them—cold, stuck up and probably someone who would bully you for not living in a home with actual parents. It was a bit of a sore spot for you back then.

To your complete and utter surprise, everything you assumed of him was turned on its head when he found you at the park one day, angry-crying in embarrassment due to the nasty fall you’d just had. Some other kids had dared you to do a trick on the swings that required some air magic, but you’re not very strong in that area. Yet, like the stupid, proud child you were, you attempted it anyway and ended up scraping your knees raw at the edge of the playground. Not wanting to get in trouble and terrified at the sight of blood, they’d fled and left you there gritting your teeth and trying not to wail in pain. You were in the middle of plotting your revenge on each and every one of them while pressing a hand to your knees when a voice had sounded from beside you and scared the living daylights out of you.

“Hey… are you okay?”

Honestly, he had been so sweet and kind that you didn’t even realise straight away that he was the same child that lived in the house across from yours. From the beginning you couldn’t stay strong against his big, puppy eyes, and you ended up letting him help when he offered. You always were a bit better with plants and herbs, trees flowering when you tickled them and dandelions dancing around you in glee as you passed through meadows on the way to school. That didn’t help much in the area of healing, though.

Jimin, you were surprised to learn, actually was quite adept at healing magic, despite his affinity being for water—or maybe that’s part of the reason why. He’d wiped the tears on your cheeks and pressed them to your knees with small, careful hands—they’d glowed before your eyes and a tingle and a tickle later, they were completely scuff free—smoother than they had been when you were a baby, you remember marvelling in awe.

That moment then, you’ve concluded many times, was the moment you first started to like Park Jimin.

All through high school, you liked him. Sometimes painfully so. Eventually, even without the nurturing and watering that comes with requited feelings, that bloomed into something a little too alike love. Right as you entered your undergraduate at the academy, you decided to do yourself a favour and attempted to squash that flower down, to rip it out of your heart. But alas, it was rooted too deep. You were helpless but to continue dealing with those feelings.

That is, until Seokjin came along.

You could say that he was your next infatuation, but it was a little more complicated than that at the time. The way that you came to like him… is a little different.

You might have developed your crush on Jimin instantly as a child, but with Seokjin the feelings built slowly within you for weeks as you sat with him in classes and began to hang out with him outside them. It was the kind of thing that you don’t realise until it smacks you suddenly in the face one day at the most inconvenient time—for you, you realised the feelings that had blossomed within you one afternoon at an ice cream parlour after watching Seokjin shove the entire dessert into his mouth on a dare, ending up looking like a chipmunk with crushed waffle cone threatening to escape the seal of his lips every time he laughed. It was gross as hell and you’d never been more stupidly attracted to him in your life.

Seokjin eventually was absorbed into your little friend circle, and that’s how it has been for the past two years. The two of them bicker often, but it’s usually playful and it’s just the type of dynamic they happened to fall into. You’re growing a little concerned now though, because it feels like these arguments are slowly getting more and more serious now that they don’t have the ability to exercise their filter.

Frowning to yourself in thought, you turn your gaze out the window and try not to think about it too hard. This roadtrip will be over before you know it! Surely!

— X—

 “JIMIN! YOU ALMOST SET MY PANTS ON FIRE! STOP, Y—OH my god you ACTUALLY DID! JIMIN!”

Chaos.

That’s what has overtaken your small little roadside camp. As it grew dark and Namjoon grew tired after driving all day, all of you had made the unanimous decision to stop for the night and set up camp. It was part of the reason Taehyung and Jungkook had agreed to come—they’re always down for an adventure and they’d never been into these mountains.

Yoongi and Hoseok, two other friends that ended up joining your troupe as an extension of Seokjin, had only agreed to come along because they are, in fact, huge plant nerds—and this forest is full of magical flora that Hoseok went absolutely starry-eyed at the mention of. They brought their own car and hence didn’t have to deal with the vexing nature of the journey in the company of Seokjin and Jimin, but they were quickly enlightened once you all stopped to set up camp.

Hoseok is the one that screamed, and considering the flames currently licking the dark material of his slacks, you think he’s well within his rights. A part of you is worried you’re about to be set alight as well, but the rest of you is catching up with what you just saw.

Jimin’s magical affinity, as you’ve known ever since you were kids, is for water. Seokjin’s, as you found out quickly after meeting him in college because he likes to show off, is for heat, and combustion. Put plainly, his affinity is fire.

And yet, when Jimin went to magically pull the water out of Hoseok’s pants after Jungkook spilled the ramen pot on him, it hadn’t exactly gone as anyone expected. For one, Jimin’s hands had glowed pink instead of blue, and instead of seeing water seep out of Hoseok’s pant leg, the entire camp watched as a spark formed from Jimin’s fingertips and went flying towards it.

Long story short; Hoseok’s pants are now on fire and Jimin is freaking out.

The campers that aren’t currently affected (read: everyone but Hoseok and Jimin) are instead almost wetting themselves in laughter at the situation.

“If this is a joke it isn’t funny!” Jimin exclaims, waving his hand in the air. You don’t know whether to focus on him or on Hoseok leaping out of his pants behind him and throwing them on the ground to stomp the flames out. Both are funny, especially when Jimin’s frantic waving doesn’t conjure water as he desired but instead more sparks.

“JIMIN NO!”

The rest of the camp pauses their laughter and scrambles in alarm to dodge the sparks falling, diving out of chairs and rolling out of the way in their desperation—well, everyone but Seokjin, who is currently laughing so hard his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s rolling on the ground in a different way. You make a face of disdain—you could have chosen anyone in the world to befriend and subsequently fall in love with, and you chose these two? You’re a little disappointed in yourself.

“I can’t believe it!” Seokjin is howling, cradling his stomach as he curls on the ground. You wince at the leaves currently tangling in his hair. “Are you telling me you didn’t—didn’t know our powers swapped? Oh my gods, Jimin—”

Your gaze whips to the shorter male, who looks like the visual definition of both unimpressed and murderous. “Are you saying you knew? And you didn’t tell me! You ass—”

A sense of resignation settles within you as you anticipate another fight on the horizon. Their bickering has only worsened through the day, and at this point you’re not above physically gagging them. You brought spare socks, babey.

“Of course I knew! I sneezed in the bathroom earlier and had my ass suddenly embraced in cold water. Are you telling me you didn’t notice when we were drinking juice boxes before and the straws kept melting in your hands?”

Well, everything you’re hearing is news to you—you had no idea before this incident that their powers had been mixed up as well as everything else. They are masters of their own affinity, but have no experience whatsoever with the other’s, so you’re anticipating (regretfully) a lot more incidents like this.

At first Jimin’s face is contorted in something like sympathy and disgust, but that quickly shifts into embarrassment—the tips of his ears join his cheeks in flushing pink.

“No, I thought I was just sitting too close to the fire!” he retorts, pointing a finger at the older male. “I never use fire for anything, how was I supposed to know?!”

Seokjin opens his big mouth to fire something back, but is thankfully stopped in his tracks by Yoongi cramming a pizza slice in there. Seokjin immediately starts chewing like the action triggered some evolutionary reflex, like when you put a finger in a baby’s hand and they grip on instinct.

“Can you both shut up?” he grouches, only bold enough to send Jimin a glare since Seokjin is older than him; it doesn’t stop him from running his mouth at him, though. “I can and I will mix something up to knock you out. Hell, I’ll even get y/n to help—I hear her potion is part of what landed you in this mess.”

You were not expecting to be dragged through the dirt at the end of that. You send the male a glare, flipping him the bird before stomping off to go get some of the desserts from the car. He’s lucky you already silenced yourself or you’d be ripping him a new one by now.

Stupid! Stupid boys! All men do is talk, eat hot pizza and LIE!

Thankfully, you have time to cool off before dinner is over, the atmosphere mollifying now that Jimin and Seokjin’s lives have been threatened and their fear of god (or rather, fear of one Min Yoongi) has rendered them silent once more. You almost forget they were even bickering earlier until it comes time to retire for the night and tents have to be allocated.

Of course, after the day and dinner you’d all just had, it was decided unanimously by all those not currently afflicted by a curse that you, Seokjin and Jimin should share a tent. The others happily retreated to the two other tents set up by the cars, and before you could even smack someone in protest they were gone.

Ten minutes and your entire nightly routine later finds you laying on a king-sized blow-up mattress, squished between your two best friends with the blanket up to your chin. Surprisingly, despite the bickering that occurred when choosing tents, they’re silent now—but not asleep. The occasional sigh gives them away. It’s dark, but the moonlight filtering in through the material of the tent allows you to see the planes of their faces a little more clearly. Both are frowning slightly, Jimin staring at the ceiling and Seokjin looking at the runes over his wrist.

You want to sleep, but the air is heavy with the weight of something yet to be said.

“We’re… sorry, y/n.”

You turn to Seokjin in surprise, eyes taking a moment to adjust to his profile. He’s avoiding your gaze; you feel Jimin’s head turning to face the older male as well. Seokjin sighs, closing his eyes and carding a hand through his charcoal-coloured hair. 

“This is our fault,” he continues, resting his hands atop the blanket, over his stomach.

“Hyung,” Jimin voices, tone cautioning. It piques your interest and you file it away for later.

Seokjin turns his head, looking at Jimin for a long moment before turning it further and looking at you. You can’t help but wonder what he just said to the other with his gaze, but for now you’re taken with the soft glisten of his eyes as they meet your own.

“Sorry,” he repeats, clamping his mouth shut after. You squint at him for a long few seconds before releasing him from your gaze and shrugging.

You’re forgiven, I guess. Especially since this is technically also my fault, even though I didn’t know that stupid charmed perfumes could react with cursed dolls… where on earth did they even get that thing?

At your shrug, Seokjin grins brightly. “Great, now that you’ve forgiven us, I have a favour to ask.”

You’re not left wondering what he means for long, because in the next second he rolls over, turning his back to you.

“Can you spoon me? I wanna be the little spoon tonight. Makes me feel safe.”

Letting out the biggest sigh you think you ever have in your life, you roll your eyes but oblige his request and shuffle over to slip your arms around his waist and hug him from behind. He can’t see your smile, so you don’t have to worry about saving face.

“Seriously? Right in front of my salad…”

You reach behind to smack Jimin, and he laughs, quickly scooting over to follow your suit and slip his arms around your waist, curving his body around yours. It makes your heart race, and for the sake of your sanity you pretend that you don’t have one and so don’t have to deal with its traitorous reactions. Heart, what heart? It’s Donut Tuesdays that keeps your blood pumping, babey!

Now that the air is clear and warmth seeps between the three of you, runes around your wrists glowing brighter than before, it doesn’t take long at all before the three of you pass out, slipping eagerly into the tender embrace of sleep.

 [DAY THREE]

Needless to say, the tranquillity of that night did not last very long at all.

You’re on the third day of the trip, with at least one more expected to go, and for the duration of today’s drive, the entire car has been in a foul mood. Last you saw Yoongi and Hoseok, they were grumpy too, but you don’t doubt now that they’re away from the bickering duo causing you all such stress that they’re in much better spirits. Sadly, the same can’t be said for you, or anyone else stuck in the same car as you.

Today’s driver is Taehyung, and you swear you’ve seen the thought to drive the car into a ditch flick through his gaze more than twice in the past few minutes alone. It alarmed you at first, but now you’d welcome it, to be honest. Anything to escape your current reality.

You already knew that Seokjin and Jimin enjoyed talking and hearing their own voices, but never before have you been faced with such a long, extended situation where they just do not shut up. It’s wearing you down, you have to admit. As Namjoon’s silencing spell wore off last night, you almost blew your cover and tore into them for it. They just can’t help themselves! They’re lucky that your priority is making sure that your thoughts aren’t revealed to the air, so much that you forwent killing them in favour of topping up the silencing spell.

There are some things that have been lurking on the tip of your tongue in the past few months that you just cannot risk saying aloud. You’d rather lose said tongue.

Everyone has long since given up attempting to shut your two idiot friends up, and so your suffering continues, unabated.

“You wanna bring up all the times someone has ditched for selfish reasons? Alright, how about we talk about all the times you skipped movie night because you ‘had a pop quiz to study for’, when really you were out sleeping with half the students in your Aquatic Magics class!”

While you might have been expecting something petty to come out of Seokjin’s mouth, you most definitely weren’t expecting that. Your head whips around at lightning speed, wide eyes locking onto Jimin who looks like he’s just been electrocuted. He sputters, eyes flicking from you to Seokjin rapidly.

Lately, in the past few months, Jimin has been calling in rainchecks for your weekly movie nights. Usually the three of you relish in the opportunity to sit back and relax, and none of you were inclined to skip, but Jimin had told the both of you that the professor he’d gotten this semester is particularly fond of giving weighted pop quizzes. Now that you’re thinking about it, he’d actually skipped more times than he’d attended this this year so far...

You hadn’t even suspected anything before now, but meeting his gaze reveals all you need to know that he’s guilty of what Seokjin said. Immediately, you’re incensed.

You selfish—

He’s lucky you’re magically silenced right now, but Seokjin can still talk, and that seems to be a problem for him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, scowling at Seokjin.

“I saw you on my cousin’s tinder and she told me all about what you’ve been up to the past few months! Said you’ve made your way through almost all of her friends at this point, and always on a Friday—our movie day!” Your mouth drops open as Seokjin flings Jimin’s dirty laundry into the air for all to see. Jungkook lets out a hiss through his teeth, wincing.

“My god, hyung, you’re a whore—”

“I would have said fuckboy,” Namjoon interrupts the youngest to supply helpfully, keen to exact some form of revenge on Jimin for the suffering he’s had to endure in the past three days.

“I am NOT a fuckboy!” Jimin squawks and his face goes so red you’re sure he’s going to combust. “I’m not just some—I have feelings! I’m capable of having feelings for someone!”

“Yeah, you’re really proving it with all your escapades you ditcher,” Seokjin folds his arms, scowling at the younger. Nice! You applaud him in your head. “Good to know your friends mean so much to you that you’ll drop them at a moment’s notice for a quick fuck!”

“How can you say that when you know that just like you, I like—” As quick and heated as he starts off, Jimin suddenly cuts off, snapping his mouth shut with wide eyes.

The car is silent, even Taehyung’s ears perked in their direction. Confusion takes up most of your brain space—had he just been about to reveal that he likes someone? At once, your heart skips a beat and squeezes painfully. Do you want to know who it is, when you also know it can’t be you?

Because why would Jimin blow off nights he is meant to spend with you to play around with other girls, if you were the one he liked?

Trying to keep your face schooled, you turn back to the front, sinking into your seat slightly and missing the way Taehyung’s gaze flicks to you as you do so. You wish that things had stayed as they were, when you’d moved on from Jimin and you only had Seokjin on the brain. It wasn’t that long ago, but unfortunately for you, it’s no longer the case. Your brain and heart have never been so overloaded.

Evidently feelings for Jimin aren’t like the chicken pox, and you can catch them again.

Even stewing in your own thoughts as you are, the prolonged silence confuses you when you notice it a few moments later. Unable to help yourself, your eyes flick up to the rear-view mirror, catching sight of the way Seokjin is sitting, scowl from earlier replaced by a look of deep thought, his brows furrowed and arms still crossed. For a minute you puzzle over why exactly he is being quiet when Jimin was the one under fire, replaying the events of the conversation over in your head once more. You freeze when it strikes you, your own face scrunching in thought.

"How can you say that when you know that just like you, I like..."

For a second you sit in shock, a slight cut of betrayal skirting around your heart. Are they serious-- both your best friends have feelings for someone and have told each other, but not you? Disregarding your own refusal to admit your crush/es to them (mainly because they are the crush/es in question), you don't think you've ever felt so betrayed in your life. If your crush wasn't incriminating to admit out loud, they would be the first to know! You focus on the feelings resulting from their treachery that are drifting over you so that the sting of knowing that they like someone else is a little less noticeable.

This trip is a disaster and as soon as you can speak again you're filing for friend divorce.

x--x--x

Oddly enough, the rest of the day is spent in almost silence. Apparently that last little argument finally taught the two of them a lesson, because they haven't uttered a word since. You caught them glaring at each other once or twice, but apart from that there was a distinct lack of JinMin bickering. Taehyung's mood was quick to turn around after that, and he made sure to turn the music up so that if they started talking again he wouldn't hear it. Jungkook and Namjoon seemed relieved that they could finally have their own conversation, and you... well, you spent the rest of the day's trip staring out the window and blasting your own music, like a moody teenager.

Needless to say, you're in a bit of a funk. One might even say you're upset.

You can't believe them! How much else do they withhold from you and only tell each other? You feel like you don't even know them right now, and do your best to make sure they know it by glaring at them every time they meet your eyes. Because of this, setting up tonight's camp teeters on being a slightly uncomfortable affair.

You're so annoyed (and hurt, but you're not acknowledging that emotion yet) that when dessert is brought out, you even go so far as to take the last piece of their favourite one. The looks on their faces as you cram the entire strawberry crepe cake slice into your mouth in one go is almost funny enough to redeem them, but by this point you've had all afternoon to stew and you're not going to be having a change of heart any time soon.

By the time it's late enough for everyone to be retiring, you've pointedly ignored the two males enough that when you look up and don't see them anywhere, you have no idea where they've gone. Apparently your confusion is in plain view for the rest of the group to see, because Namjoon snorts. When you look over, he speaks.

"They went to grab their toiletries from the car," he informs you, rocking dangerously on the camping chair he's currently seated in. "I heard one of them call the other a tart on the way over though, so they're probably fighting again by now."

You huff, wondering if they've even noticed you're upset with them. Well, it's not like they'd said anything to you-- then again, that is precisely the problem. But still, they're stupid and you don't know if they've connected the dots yet. It's not that hard though!

...Are you overreacting?

It's possible. Learning that they like someone, and intuitively knowing it isn't you, well... it's done a bit of a number on your ego and your heart, and maybe you're overcompensating. Not for the first time, you wonder if there is a potion that can numb your heart and cancel out feelings. That would be great!

"You're wondering if they've noticed you're mad at them?" Taehyung's low register surprises you when it sounds next to you-- you didn't realise that he'd moved seats. Given your attention, he continues, "They most definitely have. Although, they're kind of stupid, so they can't agree on why you are."

"To their credit, they both realise it's something they've said." Namjoon drags a hand down his face with a sigh, "Except the thing is, they've both said so damn much."

You frown, tilting your head in thought; your eyes end up staring unfocused at Jungkook where he sits across the fire, poking his finger in the dirt and making flowers sprout. Your best friends? Having some degree of self-awareness? It seems almost too good to be true.

Yoongi and Hoseok have plodded off in the midst of your zoning out, apparently going to look for a certain mushroom that has unique magical properties and happens to grow near here. Gradually, the other three sitting with you disperse and you use a minor spell to reduce the flames of the campfire to a smolder. You figure it's been long enough that Seokjin and Jimin are probably back at your tent by now (you were really zoned out just then, so you have no idea if they went past or not), so you head to the car to grab your own toiletries and go about your nightly routine. Just because you're on the road doesn't mean you can afford to neglect your skin.

Considering you expected silence and an empty space when you rounded Yoongi's car and turned towards the van, you're more than a little surprised to both see and hear people. Immediately, you halt, expecting them to turn and notice you, but they’re so wrapped up in their own conversation that they have no idea you’re there. It only takes you a moment longer to realise it’s Jimin and Seokjin, who apparently haven’t succeeded in actually getting their toiletries and have instead been talking this whole time. 

Well, you don’t know if you can call it just talking.

They’re arguing again, you can tell that clearly, but for once you have no idea what is being said. What you can catch of their voices is hushed and somewhat vexed, emphasised by the occasional arm movement and finger jab. You’re tempted to step closer just so you can hear what they’re discussing so angrily, but don’t even get a chance to properly consider it before Seokjin is snapping loudly and answering your unspoken question.

“You know what we read! We both read it! So the fact you almost said in the car—”

“But I didn’t say anything,” Jimin snaps back, sounding crankier than you’ve ever heard him. His eyes are dark and he leans forward as he speaks, tense. “But you know what, if it bothers you so much, and you want it to be you, then why don’t you say something? Why haven’t you said anything before now? Nothing is stopping you!”

Seokjin’s response is lower than you can catch, heated if the tension in his shoulders is anything to go by. What Jimin says next is also spoken lower than you can hear, but Seokjin does you a favour in the next second when his voice raises in outrage.

“--you wanna know why? Huh? Maybe it’s because I realised lately that it’s not just that—  I like you!”

You freeze, an ellipsis materialising in your brain in the stead of any coherent thought. The world around you and the conversation in front of you doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

 Jimin blinks, mouth open in preparation to throw back a retort. He shuts it, something passing through his gaze that you can’t quite discern. He speaks a moment later, but you can only catch bits and pieces of it. “Both…? Seokjin… stupid idiot…”

The next bit comes clear as day to your ears, though.

“I like you too…”

All at once, the situation comes crashing back up to speed in your brain and everything catches up with you. Your head doesn’t really know how to process it but your heart is already ahead and shrinking in your chest.

Are you fucking kidding me.

You don’t know what comes over you, but from what you can discern it seems to be a cocktail of incredulousness, anger, and heartbreak. Ruining your cover, you stomp over to the van and march right between them to the boot, yanking it open more aggressively than you need to. The two of them exclaim in surprise to see you, but are left reeling as you simply grab your toiletries bag and turn on your heel before stomping away, ignoring them completely.

You cannot believe the cruel twist that fate has just slapped you across the face with, like a massive silicone dildo giving you a black eye. Earlier today you learned that your two best friends — who you’ve recently realised you have feelings for— actually have feelings for someone. And alright, that shit hurted, but you could have seen yourself getting over it some time in the future.

But to find out that that person they like is each other and you’ve essentially been third wheeling for the entirety of your friendship? Call you a drama queen but you have such a mix of emotions in you that you almost feel nauseous. For the sake of simplicity, you decide to label that concoction anger and wash your hands of it.

Storming back through the camp to your tent, you ignore a bewildered Yoongi and Hoseok emerging from the treeline and instead try not to rip your toiletries bag with the harsh grip your fingers have on it. Throwing it into the tent that you’d left open after setting up, you follow it inside and then turn to rip the zip down. You’re tempted to simply leave it at that before you decide that’s not enough and you hold out your hand, charming it  so that it wont open for anyone but you. 

Satisfied with your last spiteful act of the night, you rush through your routine and head to bed, blood boiling all through the night until you wake up the next day.

x — x — x

“Did you kick Seokjin and Jimin out of your tent last night?”

Not lucid enough to have noticed him standing next to you by the van as you munch on your cereal with half-closed eyes, you jump in fright when Namjoon’s voice crosses your ears. 

And what if I did? You have the impulse to voice that thought, but the slight itch in your throat reminds you that, for the time being, you’re still silenced. At your own behest, sure, but not being able to quip sassy retorts back at people has been steadily getting at you these past four days. 

Instead, you simply shrug, and Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Trick question! We know you did because they came to our tents last night pleading for us to let them in because they couldn’t get into theirs.”

Well, you suppose that considering the three of you are bound and can’t be more than a few metres apart, it’s lucky that their tents were so close to your own. You frown at what he says though, squinting at Namjoon. Your point?

As though he’s perfectly in tune with your thoughts, he readily elaborates. “So what did they do to warrant that? I didn’t realise you were that upset with them.”

His words make you remember what you’ve been trying not to think about: last night. 

Your mother always told you that sleeping on it would fix almost everything, but you’d woken up in just as bad of a mood as you’d gone to bed with. It’s petty of you to be angry at them for liking each other, just because it’s not you, but there is also the fact that they’re your best friends and hadn’t told you a single thing. The betrayal of it all is one of the things that stings most, as dramatic as that is. Whatever, you’re allowed to be upset and you’re going to exercise that right. 

Namjoon doesn’t get an answer because you scull the remainder of your milk and cereal in one go (leaving him in something akin to a state of shock) and promptly walk off to get dressed. 

When everyone piles back into their respective cars today, it’s with a lighter air than the days previous. This is because, as Jungkook had announced excitedly before you all departed, you should be arriving at the witch’s home in a little over a few hours. Honestly, you’re ecstatic, because you don’t think you can handle being around Seokjin and Jimin for a while after this. 

In your bid to think about literally anything but the two males boring holes into the back of your head with their eyes, you instead allow yourself to daydream about how things are going to be in the next few hours. The witch is probably old and nice, wise and knowledgeable. She’ll get it, and she’ll probably support you if you call the boys names. Sisterhood of witches!

x — x 

Hours later and you’re standing outside of an industrial concrete home, not too dissimilar to the Cullens’ house from Twilight, except it’s overrun by plants and vines that curl and flower across the mass of grey in gorgeous patterns. The door has just slammed in front of you after Namjoon explained who you were and why you were here, and you’re now listening to the sound of many chains and bolts sliding on the other side of the wood.

The witch is nothing like you thought and you feel like your fate has fallen into some questionable hands. 

When the door opens once more, now unrestricted by chains, you’re met with the sight of the woman you’d driven four days to see and plead with. Needless to say, she isn’t what you expected at all— somehow despite the fact that your professor had literally explained what to expect before you left on this little roadtrip.

She stands, somewhat short but still graceful with long inky hair that curls down her back untamed, slipping over her shoulders at the front. Her skin is the kind of bronzed that tells of time spent in the sun and out in the wilds, and the loose clothing hanging from her form is light and breezy looking. Her eyes are dark and sleekly lined for a cat-like effect, lips stained dramatic red in contrast to the rest of her chill get-up.

She’s really out here living her best life, you think in wonder.

“Lim said you’d be coming… I’m Sunmi,” she voices, staring shrewdly at all eight of you one at a time until her gaze passes over you, Jimin, Seokjin and the runes binding your wrists. Her nails tap against the doorframe that she’s braced against as she hums in thought. “...Come in.”

When she turns and moves further into her home, the rest of you hover awkwardly before kicking into gear. Yoongi and Hoseok dismiss themselves, having spotted some ‘exciting’ plants back by the treeline, and so it is just you, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon and those other two you don’t want to think about that are left to follow the witch into the house. 

You follow her as she walks around the whole floor, gathering certain things as she goes. At her request, Namjoon fills her in on exactly what the issue is— he’s apparently a bit intimidated by her keen gaze and grumpy disposition, because he stutters a few times while recounting your situation to her. Taehyung and Jungkook, considering that they’re just along for the ride, spend the walk looking around in awe. Sunmi has a lot of artefacts on display in her home, some with runes you’ve never seen before in your life, not even in textbooks— kind of like the ones on your wrist.

“Alright, you three wait here,” Sunmi stops all of you in what seems to be a sitting room of sorts decorated with soft greens and white, pointing at Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook, and then the lounge. “If I’m going to fix this… curse...I will need only the three of them. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Her words are polite, skirting along the edge of being curt. Obediently, like puppies, they follow her instructions and take a seat with wide eyes. Satisfied, the witch turns to you and the idiots behind you. 

“Come, in here. Be quick about it.”

Hastily, you follow her finger and enter the room situated off to the side, hearing Seokjin and Jimin scramble behind you. What greets you is dark blue walls with stars smattered across them in metallic gold, the carpet plush, dark grey. There is a desk pushed against the wall, and a large table in the middle of the room that is framed by a few plushly upholstered chairs. You get the sudden urge to cough, throat itching slightly, but hold down the urge as best as you can and ignore it for now.

Sunmi closes the door behind her, taking a moment before moving to the table and placing the items in her arms down. She then leans forward, eyes pinning all three of you in place; you hear Seokjin let out something like an ‘eep’ from just behind you, and have to remind yourself that you’re angry at him so you can’t find it cute. 

“Look, I moved all the way out here so I didn’t have to deal with people,” she begins, straightening and crossing her arms. You avoid her gaze, instead focusing on the large window behind her, and then the vase of white and violet blooms in the middle of the table; you wonder if they’re responsible for the sweet, syrupy yet musky scent that accentuates the room. “Let me cut to the chase so that you leave and I can get back to what I was doing sooner.”

Somewhat taken aback by her words, you’re left blinking in surprise while she simply continues, pointing her finger at your wrists and then in the general direction of the boys.

“These runes are specific to a certain deity, one that isn’t often invoked because of how temperamental he is, but one that usually deals with things in the area of love. Specifically, unrequited.”

As she spoke, she started to move around the table, now approaching your little huddle. On instinct you take a few steps back, shifting slightly behind your two friends. You catch a glimpse of their faces as you move, and you’re surprised at how pale and stiff the two of them have suddenly become. Jimin’s silver hair begins to steam slightly, the tips of his ears flushing red.

“Now, usually what people return with after visiting him, is blessings. These, however,” she points to the runes, “Are what happens when one insults him.”

Jimin gulps, and Seokjin swallows before speaking hurriedly, “We didn’t mean to take the doll! We didn’t know it was his…”

Sunmi rolls her eyes, holding her hand out. “Give me the doll.”

You hadn’t even realised it was in Jimin’s hands until he jerked and hastily placed it in her hold. It’s as ugly as ever and you can’t help but glare at it. 

“This isn’t about the doll,” Sunmi says, cocking her hip and appearing the epitome of unimpressed. “The runes reveal that the insult lies within a request for a blessing. You did something wrong, and the doll became a conduit for his retaliation. You must have been desperate to go to him of all love deities, so how on earth did you manage to mess up the simple process of requesting a blessing?”

While you're standing with a blank face, struggling to keep up with all the information being unloaded on you, the two men beside you bow their heads in something like shame. When your brain catches up, you realise with chagrin that she’s saying they went to a temple or shrine of a love deity to ask for a blessing— and bitterly, you connect that it was likely for each other.

“Wh— but we did everything right!” Jimin is the one protesting now, eyes wide and fingers fiddling. “Isn’t this because of y/n’s potion?”

Bastard! You can’t believe he’d try to pin the blame on you! 

You’re beginning to simmer, throat tingling as you swallow angrily, and like he can sense it, Seokjin sends you a nervous look.

“What? This has nothing to do with a potion,” Sunmi scoffs, sending you a somewhat pitying look. You pretend it’s because she’s sympathising with you for being stuck with these two. “All the potion would have done is cover you in goo. This is—” she grabs your wrist suddenly, turning it to observe the runes on the underside before making a noise of realisation. “— this is because you went to a deity that specialises in unrequited love and asked for blessings in love that wasn’t unrequited.”

Sunmi releases your hand and you’re left reeling, quickly realising that they must have asked for blessings in love with each other— which, as you’d overheard last night and are now painfully aware of, is anything but unrequited. Oddly enough, the two boys next to you appear confused.

“No, that can’t be right—” Jimin starts, but Sunmi doesn’t let him finish.

“The runes don’t lie,” she says plainly, moving back to assemble some things before taking something that looks incriminatingly like a bong into her grasp; you don’t even remember her grabbing it on the way here. “They’re like a signature, almost. I know what I’m talking about, baby boy.”

Jimin goes bright red, hair steaming even more, although you can’t tell whether its from anger or embarrassment. Knowing him, probably both.

“Jimin,” Seokjin warns, shooting the younger a look when he opens his mouth to retort; apparently having Seokjin’s magic has made him that much more hotheaded. Seokjin shakes his head and Jimin clenches his jaw with the effort it takes him not to talk.

“Right, well, it seems like the three of you have some things to unpack— it bound you in particular for a reason. I’ll break the curse for you, but I need to drown this doll in some blessed water before I can get started.” Sunmi is already turning on her heel and walking towards the door before she even finishes. “Stay in here and don’t cause trouble.”

And then she leaves, and for some reason the resounding thud of the door swinging closed behind her is like a metaphor sealing your fate.

For the first few seconds after her departure, the room is silent. The two men beside you are frozen, but it doesn’t take long for them to pick up on the waves of anger beginning to emanate from you. They turn, sharing a similar expression of nervousness and slight fear. They look like they’d like more than anything to disappear right now, but of course that isn’t an option, especially when the curse currently afflicting you all means that whatever comes to their brain is immediately blurted into the air.

“Look, y/n, uh… we can explain.” Jimin takes a step forward, holding his hands out as though to placate you. For some reason even just that is quick to irritate you further, and you glare at him. How is he going to explain, you wonder? The witch has pretty much already spelled out everything you need to know about exactly why you’re in this situation. 

They went to the shrine of some obscure love deity to receive blessings on their ‘unrequited’ love — which happened to be requited because the person they were asking for blessings for was each other — and then proceeded to insult the deity and take a doll from the shrine, which the deity then used as a conduit to curse the three of you. You get all that, loud and clear. What you really want to know is why the hell you got roped into this punishment and forced to experience all this shame and humiliation.

“Look, about the shrine— we didn’t only go for personal reasons! We knew there was a doll there that the professor would be interested in,” Seokjin hurried to elaborate, before throwing a dirty look to the side and proceeding to incriminate his friend. “Actually, the only reason we even went at all was because Jimin suggested it.”

You don’t know why they’re so eager to shift the blame; you’re happy to include both of them on your shit list. 

Jimin seems to grow so incensed at Seokjin’s comment that his mouth grows that much looser and he’s speaking before the thought can even materialise in his brain. “What the fuck, dude— we both agreed to go because we both read that page of her diary that we found the cat playing with! Stop trying to pin this on me, it was a group effort you jerk!”

For a second your brain is filled with white noise as what he said sinks in.

Then you’re pissed.

So pissed, in fact, that you don’t even feel the familiar tingle in your throat when it occurs and you’re exploding before you even realise that the silencing spell has worn off.

“Are you kidding me— YOU READ MY DIARY?!” both boys flinch, eyes shooting wide as they take a physical step back. You’re so angry you’re almost shaking. This is ridiculous! Faintly, you realise that you should shut up but now that you’ve started you can’t make yourself stop.

“This is unbelievable! Not only did your stupidity and your stupid heart-ons for each other end up dragging me into being cursed, but then you went and made this the worst four days of my life!” You jab your finger at them, voice so loud it’s ringing in your own ears. “I can’t believe I like you two! I’m so fucking angry at you— when we get home I’m performing a cutting spell so I don’t have to love you anymore, so fuck BOTH of you and go kiss behind a tree or something!”

You’re slightly out of breath by the time you finish, still fuming but feeling like a weight has been lifted off your chest. About a second later you realise that the spell has worn off and you just tore their heads off, but your brain is a little preoccupied with everything so you decide to deal with the mental repercussions of it later. 

Both boys are silent, looking at you with wide eyes. You’re just beginning to wonder why when Jimin starts to speak, eyes shifting. “y/n did you just… did you just say—”

At his words, you reflect on exactly just came out of your mouth and instantly horror washes over you, your heart dropping through your chest. 

Yeah, you like reading about accidentally confessing in fiction but now you’re suddenly feeling a lot of regret and you’re not so sure you’re a fan of it anymore.

You’re saved from having to muster a response in the current black hole that has become your brain by the door opening, Sunmi returning with three squishy, heavy-looking items in her hand that you quickly recognise as water balloons. The realisation comes a little too late, though, because you don’t even have time to move before she’s pegging them at all three of you and next thing you know, you’re standing there soaked, sputtering and shocked.

“What the hell—?!” Seokjin spits out the water that got in his mouth, gagging. 

“Specially blessed water, procured by yours truly,” Sunmi says simply, moving into the room just to place the doll back on the table, along with a bowl. She reaches into it and throws something like ground stardust on you, sending you all into a coughing fit once more. “Alright, the curse is dissolved. Your speech issues should be solved, but the runes that bind you… they might take a little longer, a day or so, to wear off.”

She smacks her hands together, dusting them off as she delivers the three of you with a sly look. “I’d tell you good luck, but while I was soaking the doll I realised why the three of you in particular were bound. It’s the same as I said before— your feelings aren’t unrequited, for either of the people that you requested blessings for.”

“Either of the people?” you echo, regrettably inclined to talk now that you’re able to again. Sunmi sends you an amused if somewhat exasperated look.

“I’m sure they’ll tell you,” she says cryptically, before angling her body to the others. “Now my work is done, get out. I miss my solitude. Also, I’m keeping the doll as my fee. It’s ugly as hell and is gonna look fantastic on the wall by the dining table.”

Still processing what she said before all of that, your group is hassled out of the house in a blur and before you know it, all six of you are standing in front of her door and witnessing it slam in your faces for the second time today.  

Namjoon is the first to recover and is ridiculously cheerful as he speaks; you’re confused as to why until he sends you a knowing look and you realise that he, along with the other two youngest, probably heard your loud, shameful confession to both boys. He’d never said anything about knowing of your feelings, but you knew he knew. You could feel it in your bones. Also, his expressions aren’t as impassive as he’d like to think they are.

“Right, well! Back to the car everyone! Someone go get Hope and Yoongi. The sooner we head back, the sooner I can forget the weird things I saw in that living room!” He then grabs Taehyung and Jungkook around the shoulders, turning with them and steering them away in the direction of the car. “The sooner I can also get those fish bread things at the market near my house. Gods, I miss them.”

“You have an addiction, hyung.” You hear Jungkook say, his voice growing fainter the further away he grows. You stop attempting to listen after that, turning back to the other two males who you’re surprised to see haven’t budged and are looking straight at you.

“We went to the shrine for you,” Seokjin says suddenly, before you can ask them what they want. You blink, shock smacking you in the face. “We read a page of your diary— which we didn’t realise was a page of your diary until it was too late — and saw that you liked someone, but it didn’t say who.”

“We both wanted it to be us,” Jimin intercedes, rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes. His cheeks, along with Seokjin’s, are flushing pink. “Because as you no doubt heard last night, although we like each other… we liked you first. So I think you were drawn into this mess because we both like you… and each other.”

“And, um, like the witch said,” Seokjin gulps, now somewhat tentative. “Our feelings aren’t unrequited… which means that you like us too…?”

“Well, yeah,” Jimin mutters, smacking the other male on the arm. “That’s literally what she said while yelling at us, idiot.”

What they’re saying… is this a love triangle with all sides filled in? It’s a lot to process at once, and they give you a second as they watch the gears turn in your head.

“You…” you pause, struggling to put words together. Finally, you give up trying to be eloquent and slap a hand to your face, closing your eyes. “You both are so stupid— so stupid. I can’t handle this right now.”

When you open your eyes, you’re met with looks of fear. You squash that emotion by jabbing your finger at them, runes still faintly on your wrist. “When we get home, I’m gonna beat you. Then, I’m gonna give you a kiss, and then I’m gonna beat you again, and then we’re going to talk about this. Got it?”

They’re fighting grins at your words, Jimin snorting as they both nod hastily. 

“It’s a date,” Seokjin says cheekily, cackling when you raise your hand at him.

“Can we have a hug, y/n?” Jimin hazards a plea, stepping forward with puppy eyes directed full force at you. “It’s rough when you’re angry at us.”

“You deserved it for all the shit you two said,” you say, rolling your eyes but opening your arms nonetheless. They exclaim in happiness and dive forward, almost making the three of you fall over in their zealousness. You feel your heart ease as you hold them both in your arms and they hold you. 

Maybe this trip and whole ‘getting cursed by a cranky love deity’ thing isn’t a complete disaster after all. 

Then again… you still have the trip back.

a/n: to the commissioner, I hope u like it!!! thank u for reading and if u enjoyed it please lmk with a like and/or rb!! thank u !! love u !!!

[samskia-writes]

Home: Chapter 1

Sam Winchester x Reader (F) Y/N has become much closer to the younger Winchester brother. But just as their relationship is beginning, Y/N is called back home for a family emergency.

You sat in your room in the bunker and wondered how you'd ended up there. It had been a room you were supposed to stay in for just a few weeks, but it had been almost a year. You used to live with Charlie, but after she passed away her place felt too lonely without her warm smile and awful singing to fill the rooms. Sam and Dean suggested you stayed with them while you found your feet. One year later and you all knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

At first, your room was pretty empty, with the classic double bed, desk and wardrobe layout. But slowly and surely, you'd made yourself a home in that room. The bedsheets had gone from guest-room-blue to the ones with the bunting pattern on that your Dad had given you when you first moved to America. The wardrobe used to be empty apart from your trusty jacket, but it grew to be filled with flannels and jeans and the one dress you kept from when you and Charlie would have your days out in the city- hunt free.

You heard voices from the kitchen and hallways, where Sam and Dean would no doubt be arguing over real bacon versus vegetarian bacon, or "coward's bacon", as Dean called it. Slipping your hoodie over your pjs, you headed towards the voices for some breakfast.

"Mornin'," you hummed, reaching for the kettle, "you guys settled on the bacon debarkle yet?"

"It's not bacon!" Dean snapped.

"Don't get him started..." Sam sighed, but you could tell he was enjoying the novelty of a brother's argument.

"Sorry, lads. But I like both." you shrugged and poured your coffee, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Oooh somebody's being healthy." Dean snarked.

"Well someone's gotta look after me." You took a bite from the apple as you spoke, taking a seat next to Sam so you could read his laptop.

"We look after you." Sam said, trying to sound hurt.

"Doubt," you joked, leaning in more to read the article he had up, "this a case?"

"Maybe, uh," Sam fumbled over his words, taking a glance at how close you were to him, "we think. Gonna check it out later."

"Sure sounds fishy." you nodded, reading the headline. It read 'NUMBER OF MISSING TEENAGERS RISES FROM 4 TO 9 IN LESS THAN A WEEK'.

"Yeah...it does." Sam nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering over your jawline.Dean coughed, making Sam recoil, but you barely noticed.

"Uh, okay. I'll get packing." Sam said all flustered, making you giggle.

"I uh, don't actually think I'll come on this one." Dean said, trying his best to sound a little tired.

You shared a look of confusion with Sam. "How come?" You asked.

"Not feeling it. I think I might be coming down with something."

"Right..." You and Sam said at the same time, both in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm gonna hit the hay. Stay safe out there." Dean shot you a wink as he left the room and you realised what he was doing. He knew how close you and Sam had gotten to being in a relationship, especially after you ended up patching him up on the last hunt. Dean was scheming.

"Cool, I'll go get dressed." You smiled, trying to sound like you weren't incredibly embarrassed.

You followed after Dean and hissed at him, "Dean!"

"I know. You can thank me later."

"Dean," You stood in front of his door and glared at him. "what are you doing?"

"I'm just helping thing's speed along. The next time you two walk through those doors it'll be hand in hand." Dean grinned and you blushed.

"I hate you." You snapped."I know." He smirked, playfully shoving you out of the way so he could get into his room.

You let yourself smile when the door closed and, rather badly, held back a grin as you hurried to your room to pack your things.

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"Dean was weird, right? Like, it's not just me?" Sam asked you, glancing at you briefly before turning his attention back towards the road. You felt a little strange sitting in shotgun. "Yeah. But then again, Dean's always been kinda weird." You mentioned, making Sam chuckle. "Yeah I guess you're right. Hey, here's the motel." The motel sign looked as dimly lit as any other and you had no doubts the rooms would be just as disappointing. As you grabbed your bags from the boot, you studied the flicker in the 'M' of Motel, as though it would go out any second.

You followed Sam into the reception area where a woman was busy typing away. "Evening," Sam smiled, "do you have any 2 beds available?" "Sorry honey we're almost full. There's one with a double, though." The woman didn't even look up from her screen as she spoke, the fuzz of the pixels reflecting in her glasses. You felt your cheeks heat up as Sam turned to silently ask whether that would be okay. In all honesty, you couldn't think of anything worse than sharing a bed with Sam. "I don't mind." You shrugged, trying to keep cool. It's no big deal. Just friends sharing a bed. It's for the job. "We can look for somewhere else if you'd be more comfortable?" Sam said gently. He was so caring and you couldn't help but wish he was a little more eager to share the room with you. "No it's fine. Honestly, I don't mind."

Sam swallowed and handed his card over to the receptionist, his heart beating fast. Y/N didn't seem to care, which made him disappointed. He'd hoped for a little more of a reaction.

The room was just as you'd expected. Peeling wallpaper accompanied that same dusty smell all motels shared. The bathroom door was ajar, revealing an off-white sink that had some questionable markings on it's tiling. "Well, it's not so bad." Sam said reassuringly as he placed his bag at the foot of the bed. "Yeah. I guess it's for the best that Dean didn't come. Three of us would be a bit of a squeeze." You huffed, making Sam smile. "Yeah that's true. I'm gonna take a shower."

Sam closed the bathroom door behind him and you perched on the edge of the bed, searching through your backpack for the phone charger. After plugging in your phone and nipping back to reception to get a few packets of crisps from the vending machine, you took off your shoes and sat cross legged on the bed, reading over the article for any obvious clues you might have missed. Your phone buzzed with a text from Dean: Id say let me know if u need ur ass saving but you've got ur knight in shining armour with u ;) You scoffed, but smiled nonetheless and replied with a quick 'ur unbelievable' before tossing your phone back on the bed sheets, turning your attention back to the article.

The bathroom door clicked open and out came Sam, his hair a damp mess. He had grey trackies and a long sleeved T-shirt on. You held back a look of awe and shot him a quick smile before reluctantly looking away. "Researching?" He asked. "Hardly," you admitted, closing the laptop shut, "you better have flushed." You cringed at your attempt to act cool and breezy before ducking into the bathroom with your bag.

After showering, you spent a good ten or so minutes checking you looked alright in your oversized T-shirt and leggings. But you soon scoffed at your school-girl behaviour and went back into the room. Sam was sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, his laptop on his lap. His kind smile found your gaze and you suddenly felt that school-girl embarrassment once more. "I uh," Sam snapped out of his daze, "found something...I think." "Yeah?" You stammered, crawling next to him and leaning over to read the page.

Sam tensed at how close you were and cleared his throat to try and compose himself.

There was another article, only this one had information on how the teenagers missing were all from the same street. "Interesting." You noted, your eyes narrowing as you filtered through the possibilities. "We can figure it out over breakfast." Sam made a strangely quick end to his point and closed his laptop. You suddenly realised how close you were to him and sat back, fumbling for your phone. It had an unread from Dean: i know B)

CHAPTER 2

[sorashiro001]

BlueShift's Stream from Other Side of The Screen

POV you are a bored Twitch streamer and decided to scroll through your recommendation stream page on Twitch. 

A Freemanverse Casual-Competitive Gaming AU Oneshot.

You are bored. Not much of your favourite streamers were going live in Twitch and you need your daily entertainment. Sleeping is futile, so you decided to check on your recommendation list. One of the recommended streams caught your eyes immediately with their title.

  Day 1 of attempting to stream peacefully (VetExpert asleep, STFU)

BlueShift (5k viewers)

You remembered BlueShift, he was one of the top 20 AWPer in CSGO and one of the top pro players in NA Region. He then retired from the game to become a streamer after getting benched and replaced by his old teammate but quickly getting another attention when he showed up again in the pro-league scene, this time in R6S. Many of his fans weren't happy with his decision to ditch his old stage, but it was a refreshing starting point for some of his older fans.

Another name in the title also one of the reasons the stream caught your eyes.

VetExpert? That name echoed through your memories, reopening some of them. You remembered how enthusiastic your gaming friends were when you asked them about that name. Apparently, the username belongs to a prodigy at FPS games, from the first Counter-Strike and Call of Duty franchise to their latest ones, pulling out one-tap shots and out-of-box strats. The man also rumoured to be a genius in his academic days, getting his PhD at a very young age in MIT, yet you're confused why he threw his potential away and turned into a pro player instead.

You quickly shook those thoughts out and clicked on the stream, oblivious to the chaos awaiting behind the screen.

"Dagnabit, their Ash is blind as hell."  The familiar southern accented voice filled your ears as you watched the man, currently playing as Smoke, throwing his gas canisters to Bank Garage in Basement and watched as the yellow toxic gas filling up the area widely. Seconds later, Blue got three confirmed kills with his gas. "Poor whoever those two followin' that dumbass."

You could hear a crackling noise from the game's voice chat, this time it's from his squadmate; Hawkeye01.BMesa.  "TOUCH THE FINAL TWO AND YOU ALL DEAD TO ME!!!"

 Damn, he's one loudmouth fella-

And just like that, 4th round finally ended with the final two headshot kills and the game ended in Blue's team victory. You caught a glimpse of the last killcam and stared in awe as Hawk obliterated those last two attackers with Vigil's double-barrel BOSG shotgun in just two headshots. The voice chat erupted in cheers of disbelief or simply laughed along, while Blue chuckled in amusement and Hawk grunted in satisfaction. In the end, Hawk's Vigil stood up in the middle of his team victory screen as the MVP. Blue flashed the scoreboard, and you felt your jaw dropped.

Hawkeye01.BMesa got 17 kills and 0 death, followed by BlueShift.BMesa 3 kills and a single death.

This man got at least 2 aces in the match.

Holy shit, what kind of monster is Hawk-

Even before you finished your thought, a medium brunette-haired man barged into Blue's room and quickly threw himself into the streamer, knocking him out from the chair and let out a pained groan. The screen then shifted from the game's home screen to a full view of his room. The room's size isn't too big nor small, a Black Mesa esports jersey is hanged on the wall right behind him along with posters of his old CSGO team members and a single bed with a blue-orange sheet cover. On top of it, however, you could see another brunette, this time with short messy hair, was sleeping peacefully while wrapping his body in a puffy orange lambda-symbol blanket despite the chaos happening in there. A pair of black square-framed glasses sat on the nightstand beside the bed. You guessed he's VetExpert from the stream title alone.

"Ross, I'm still streamin' here-"  His panicky voice was interrupted by the brunette man's oddly-familiar hysterical laughter. The brunette man stood up tall and fixed his glasses' position, looming over the southern streamer while smirking, full of his ego.

"Who cares?! I beat your highest kills!!!" The man cackled out loud, his rattail-tied brunette hair swayed as he grabbed a beanbag chair and threw it on him.   "You fuckers finally witness my fucking pure fragging skills, unlike those cowards at last time major."

What does this man mean by- oh.

 He's talking about those 17 kills.

 He's that fucker Hawkeye01.

You quickly check the stream chat and witnessing a chaotic clash between two sides. There are the ones that spamming PogChamp and Popcorn emoji, and the others spamming random copypastas to "Ward off Ross' shitshow", while you and (maybe) a handful of people could only type "???" on it. There even Bits spams and multiple donation notifs with its TTS mostly consisting from "Ross get the fuck out, I'm playing Minecraft!" to "GORDOS YOUR BOYFRIEND GOT ATTACKED BY A FUCKING FIEND WAKE UP!"

 ...Wait, who's Gordos?

As if on cue, the short brunette haired man sat upright, rubbing his eyes while yawning widely, and effectively stop the current chaos somehow. Those two froze in their place, eyes staring at the short-haired brunette as he also staring back at them. The freshly-woke up Vet blinked twice before signing something, he points at them and formed his hand to make ASL fingerspelling of O and K with added confused expression. Both men went silent for a moment, then nodded in sync. It seemed to please the sleepy man because he went back to burying himself again inside his puffy blanket. The room went deadly silent, only sound of Blue's CPU fan could be heard.

You thought it was over, but you were wrong. Badly wrong.

From the background, you heard a loud fire alarm noise accompanied by panic screeching and angry screaming, sending both men scrambling out from the room. Between those muffled panic screams from outside the room, you saw another brunette, this time he's way bigger than other brunette men, busting down the door, grabbed Vet out from the bed with his blanket, then put him on his shoulder like a sack and ran out again. White-grayish smokes slowly seeping in through the door and filling the bedroom, successfully getting on your nerve. You quickly opened the chat again and found another two separate sides, this time in betting who's the one cooking and causing the fire (most of the name in the bets were either Dean and Antoine-whoever, you didn't know about them much) and some of them mentioned that they'd called the team's "Administrator" (or as the chat typed; @min. that's one strange username, you thought). As the smoke was getting thicker, you decided to spent your own Bits for the TTS to gain the chaotic chat's attention.

[privatepolar] is giving Bits x500: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN PLEASE???"

The chat slowly sent fewer messages after that TTS message, saved for the bets and small amount of copypastas, but somehow it raised a red flag inside your brain.

What comes next almost short-circuited your brain cells.

[OwOGamer] is giving Bits x10: "Bet u r a newcomer to this stream. Don't worry dis 1 is milder."

WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY "MILDER"?! THIS ISN'T A SERIOUS THING FOR THEM???

[helpmeimdying] is giving Bits x50: "Yo should we tell them about how gordos obliterated ross with a crowbar?"

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?! ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ILLEGAL??

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "nah lets go with wayne chase tf out of dean for cussing in front of joshie (1/2)"

Oh, this one isn't sound too bad- wait why it's got split into two parts-

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "then john tackled wayne to ground along w/ barney and antoine sandwiched them all (2/2)"

...You could feel your sanity slowly draining out the longer you listen to Bits TTS' robotic voice as if to mock you for being the only sane one here. You silently begging to whatever the ones that took your sanity away for a peaceful death.

The last thing you heard in the background was a sound of the fire department's siren as the stream came to a sudden stop.

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The next day, you subscribed to his Twitch channel.

Screw your sanity, you wanted to see more of the mayhem behind BlueShift's stream.

You lightly chuckled to yourself.

You've become the very thing you'd feared, and you don't regret it at all.

[robinskey]

Don’t Touch My Family

Request: Would you be willing to make an imagine of dad!billy were after graduation u nd billy leave town bc u get pregnant w/out telling anybody but after a few years u have a son & daughter Neil finds out n come by the house hella pissed while billy isnt home, tries to hurt u nd the kids but billy comes home n just beats the hell out him for trying to hurt his family? just the thought of billy goin after the only person hes terrified of for HIS family makes him THE father he never had makes me melt ❤

A/N: This is a little bit darker than my typical fluffy sunshine fanfic, but I really liked the request, so I decided to do it anyway. :) Sorry if you wanted something shorter, anon-this turned into more of a drabble/one-shot than an imagine. Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: Teenage pregnancy, descriptions of violence, implied abuse, language

You find out you’re pregnant halfway through the last semester of senior year. 

When you tell Billy, you expect him to freak out. He doesn’t, though-at least, not on the outside. On the inside, he’s absolutely panicking. But he can see how upset you are, so he just pulls you close. He whispers into your hair that he’ll support you in whatever you want to do.

After a few days of contemplation, decide you want to have the baby. You and Billy agree that it’s best to keep your pregnancy a secret-for now, at least. If your parents found out, your father would probably actually fire that shotgun he’s always threatening to use on “that deadbeat boyfriend of yours.”

And Billy...well, he has no idea how his father would react. But he has no intentions of finding out.

Thus, Billy offers to run away with you right there on the spot. However, you ultimately decide that it would be better to finish high school. Maybe you'll even be able to save up a little bit of money before the two of you start a new life together.

So, for the next few months, you wear baggy clothes to hide your growing midsection. Billy picks you up for “dates” that are actually doctor’s appointments. Thanks to your valiant efforts, no one suspects a thing.

Eventually, graduation rolls around. Your family hosts a small get-together after the ceremony. Distant relatives congratulate you on your achievements and ask if you’re excited to start this “new chapter in your life.” You smile and nod.

You have no idea.

Later that night, you stuff everything you can fit into a small tote bag. You leave an apology note to your parents on the kitchen counter and sneak out of your house.

Billy’s waiting for you outside in the Camaro. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead and holds the door open as you climb into the passenger seat. As he drives away, you watch your childhood home shrink into the distance, saying a silent goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known.

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Five years later, you and Billy share a two-bedroom house on the West Coast. You have two kids-a son and a daughter. Billy works as a mechanic at an auto repair shop, while you write for the local newspaper. Neither of you make much money, but it doesn’t matter. You’re both happy-genuinely happy-for the first time in your lives.

Billy gets home around 5:30 every day, so, when the doorbell rings at 5:15, you figure he just got off early.

“I’m coming, honey!” you yell, bouncing your infant daughter on your hip.

But when you peek into the peephole, you discover not your husband standing on your doorstep but a scruffy older man in tattered clothing. His face is scrunched up, and he squints in the sun. You freeze, clutching your baby to your chest.

Neil Hargrove is standing on your porch.

“I know someone’s home. I heard you,” he barks. “Come on. Open up. I just want to talk.”

He raises a dirty fist and raps on the wood. The noise scares your daughter, who starts to whimper. You’re too busy shushing her to notice your son appear at your side.

“Mama, who’s that?”

You clamp a hand over his mouth and suck in your breath. Maybe, if you’re quiet enough, you can cancel out the noise made by your clueless four-year-old.

“Is that my grandson?”

For a split second, his volume dips below its typical scream-level. It’s the most gentle you’ve ever heard him speak.

But then he has to ruin it by pounding once more on the door.

“Come on, you coward, open the damn door!” He rattles the doorknob so violently that you think it might fall off.

This time, you can’t prevent your daughter from letting out a wail. Beside you, your son sniffles.

You muster every last fiber of courage in your being. “Get the hell out of here, Neil,” you growl, trying to sound as menacing as possible.

“Y/N? Is that you?” he asks. There’s a soft thud, almost like he’s just leaned his forehead against the wood.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought it was Billy in there,” Neil says.

“Billy-Billy is here,” you stutter.

“No, he’s not. I don’t see the Camaro anywhere, and I know my son takes that damn car everywhere,” Neil says.

Your son wraps his arms around your calf and clings to it. You hope he isn’t able to absorb the panic pulsing through every part of your body

“I’m warning you, Neil, to walk out of here while you still can. I…” 

You scan the messy living room, littered with toys. Your gaze falls on a plastic pistol laying on the sofa.

“I have a gun. And I’m not afraid to use it,” you threaten.

The wall between you slightly muffles his ominous chuckle, but it still reaches your ears.

“I’m sure you do, sweetie. But there’s no need to get violent on an old man who just wants to see his grandkids. Why don’t you just open the door, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you just go to hell, Neil?” 

The silence drags on long enough for you to almost convince yourself that he’s walked away.

Almost.

And then, just loud enough for it to be audible: “If that’s how you want to play it.”

You jump out of the way as the door falls inward with a thud.

Neil Hargrove slowly lowers the foot he used to kick it down, glaring at you with bloodshot eyes.

You push your son behind you, wrap your arms tighter around your daughter, and take cautious steps backwards.

“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asks. He advances deeper into your home-your sanctuary-with every word.

“What do you want from me?” you demand. Your backside collides with a wall; Neil’s backed you into a corner.

“I just want what you and my son stole from me by skipping town five years ago,” Neil says. “A chance to connect with my family.”

He draws close enough that you can count every crater left by untreated acne on his creased face and smell the stale whiskey on his breath. “I knew you had one child,” he says, peeking around you at the little boy cowering in the corner, “but two? What a pleasant surprise. This little one-let me see her face.”

Neil extends a wrinkled hand to peel back the blanket covering the baby. You’re too stunned to react until his filthy finger is only inches from her face. That’s when you raise a knee and jam it into his groin. He doubles over with a grunt.

“Go!” You practically shove your son into his room and set the baby next to him. Then, a hand wraps around your ponytail, yanking you backwards. Tears stream down your face as you scream at your kids to shut the door and lock it. There’s a slam and a click, then the word “bitch” yelled into your ear. Neil spits into your ear canal as he calls you every name in the book. You claw and kick and punch, but Neil’s got a death grip on your hair. He drags you across the living room floor, promising that he’s “going to make you pay.” He finally tosses you onto the couch. Your back aches as the barrel of the fake gun juts into your spinal cord.

Between your shrieks and Neil’s name-calling, you don’t hear the roar of the engine as the Camaro pulls onto your street, nor the squeal of the brakes as Billy pulls up next to the beat-up pick-up truck he’d recognize anywhere. You don’t hear your husband’s thundering footsteps as he sprints up the sidewalk. No, you don’t notice any of that; you’re too preoccupied flailing around as Neil tries to pin you to the sofa. 

But even though you don’t see him, Billy appears in the doorway, still wearing his navy mechanic jumpsuit. He’s covered in grease stains and flushed skin. And, for the first time in his life, he raises his voice at his father without an inkling of fear of the consequences.

“Get your hands off my wife!”

He charges at his father, who’s caught completely off-guard. The two of them crash onto the coffee table, snapping it in two. They only wrestle for a minute before Billy comes out on top. He raises his fist and brings it down on his father’s face until it’s nothing more than a bloody pulp. Billy continues landing blows long after Neil passes out. And, while Neil Hargrove certainly deserves it, you’d rather not have Billy kill someone in your house with your kids in the literal next room. So, eventually, you walk up to your scratched-up, bruised husband and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Baby,” you say softly. 

He gazes up at you, the pain and torment of eighteen years of abuse bubbling to the surface once again. Once his eyes meet yours, they immediately soften. He raises himself to his feet and pulls you into a tight embrace. He squeezes you so tightly that you wince, sore from Neil throwing you around like a ragdoll. Billy apologizes profusely and holds you out at arm’s length. His eyes flicker over your features.

“Are you all right?”

“No,” you say honestly. Your hands are shaking profusely, your heart rate is still elevated well above normal levels, and you’re pretty sure you’ll have nightmares about this encounter for the rest of your life. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“A little. But it could have been so much worse, if you hadn’t…” 

A single tear trails down your cheek. Billy wipes it away with his thumb.

“You don’t have to go there, Y/N. Don’t go there,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “It’s all going to be okay.”

Your eyelids flutter shut. “You’re right. We’re safe now-me, the kids-”

“The kids!” you both exclaim at the same time. You run to their bedroom and knock on the door. It swings open, and two small children stare up at you. They both burst into tears, and you and Billy gather them into your arms.

The police arrive a few minutes later, just as Neil starts to regain consciousness. (Having nosy neighbors pays off when you need someone to call 9-1-1 without being asked.) As the officers escort Neil out of the house in handcuffs, Billy warns him to never come near his family again.

And for the first time in his life, his father actually listens.

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[mirage-is-trans]

absolutely not. die.

so, anyways,

[madcapmyth]

The Weakness

ANYWAYS I wanted to write out and explore a really fucked dynamic that Tai and I came up with for our OCs,,,, pls no yelly at me! or Tai! Plus I havent posted writing in a long time, even tho I uhhhh wrote this back in like... August? I think. Im pretty happy with how this came out, you get a p good sense of Bryce here. 

The Subway Witch, Jeremy and Nilla belong to Tais-Sketchbook on DeviantART (I cant remember if u have an art tumblr rn AHH)  Bryce, Morana, and Sebastian belong to me

Content warning for: a couple homophobic slurs, violence, gun violence, school shooting stuff, yeaeeaaahhhhh

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Whack, went the baseball bat, against Bryce's upper back. Whump, went Bryce against the ground. His gun, a sawed off shotgun, left his grip as he fell, landing a couple feet away. A swift kick to the ribcage moved him further from his weapon. Bryce rolled onto his back, wincing slightly. He knew he was going to be sore as could be in the morning. He'd make it out again, he's been in worse situations and he knew that the Subway Witch's Hunter wouldn't kill him. He never did. 'Never have figure out why, the fuckin' jackass.' Bryce thought, as he propped himself up on his elbows and locked eyes with Jeremy.

A few years ago. The talent scouter was at the school, looking for promising young sports players to give scholarships to. Jeremy was nervous but excited, baseball was one of the few things he truly and honestly enjoyed, and the chance to get a scholarship for it made him ecstatic. The opportunity to show off his skills was just after lunch. He waited for the bells to ring, but instead the fire alarm began its shrill cry. Gunshots rang out in the hallways of the high school, students scattering into the classrooms and hiding behind desks. Homemade pipebombs sent shards of glass and nails flying into the lockers, some unlucky students getting struck by the shrapnel. Smoke began to cloud the hallways. Strutting through the halls, the gunman took quick aim at the fleeing students and squeezed the trigger. The shot left the barrel and hit one boy in the thigh, severing the artery and dropping him like a stone to the ground. He was left to bleed out like a stuck pig. Jeremy ran through the halls, trying to make sense of the chaos. He turned the corner, and saw the doors leading out to the back of the school. Oh, thank god- He thought, but his thoughts were cut off by a gunshot behind him, and a rapid pain in his shoulder. Hitting the ground as a second shot went off, Jeremy clutched his shoulder and yelled. Laughter greeted his ears. "Oh man, I wish I coulda seen your fuckin' face!" The gunman strode towards him, and kicked Jeremy in the stomach, the gunman's duster flaring out behind him as he did so. "Bryce, what are you doing?!" Jeremy asked, shaken at the realization of who's responsible for the carnage gripping the school at this moment. "Yeah, I'm selling girl scout cookies. The fuck's it look like I'm doing, dipshit?" Bryce snapped. "Get outta here, you fuckin' dramatic bitch." Jeremy hesitated, before scrambling to his feet and running to the doors as Bryce let off a wild shot at him. Stumbling out the doors, he looked around wildly for help. Jeremy's shoulder never did heal properly. Present day. Bryce glared up at Jeremy, then turned his head to the side and spat, a small amount of blood mixed with saliva. "The fuck do you want?" Bryce hissed. Jeremy grabbed Bryce by the collar of his duster and slammed him against a tree. "This is all your fault!" Jeremy yelled, nodding towards his injured shoulder. "I lost my chance at life! All because you had to be a loser and shoot innocent people!" Jeremy shoved the school shooter to the ground. Bryce rolled away from the tree, sitting up back where he started. "Then why the fuck don't you finish your sloppy work then?!" Bryce snapped back. "You never kill me! Just attack me and then leave like a goddam coward! Why don't you just man up and fuckin' kill me already?!?" "Because I like you!" Jeremy shouted, his facial features quickly filling with regret. "You what?" Bryce hissed, before laughing sharply. Jeremy turned tail, aiming to run, run far away. As soon as Jeremy turned around, Bryce lunged for his shotgun. Swinging it around quickly, he pulled the trigger and let loose the buckshot. Jeremy's legs didn't stand a chance. They buckled out from under him, pain flaring through both. He tried to stand and collapsed again, instead trying to crawl backwards, at least until his back met a tree trunk. "You're goddamn useless, ya know that? This is fuckin' rich, liking the guy who's shot you! Who apparently ruined your whole damn life! Fuckin' useless fag." Bryce left, leaving Jeremy to ponder his fate. He'd tell one of the other proxies that the Witch's Hunter had been shot, and was waiting to die. Kicking the old wooden door to the farmhouse wide open, Bryce puffed his chest out. "What's got you all proud?" A brunette grumbled, busy sharpening her combat knife at the kitchen table. "I found the Hunter's weakness. It's me. I'm his goddamn weakness. Fuckin' gay. That's why he never finished his work and killed me." Bryce scoffed. "Useless fucker." "Speaking of useless, did you drag him back here for harvest, or did you fucking leave that for someone else again?" Break Away snarled. "Fuck, you think I'm touching that homo? You're hilarious. Nah, I left him for Chains to drag in, assuming that dumbass can find the Hunter. I'm fuckin' going to bed." He shrugged his duster off, draping it over a chair and headed towards the stairs. Climbing up the rickety steps, the boards creaked and groaned, alerting the other proxies someone was back. "My room better be fuckin' void of the others I swear-" Bryce nudged the door open, only to see a girl in a dirty dinosaur onesie curled up on his bed. Closing the door quietly, he tip toed towards his bed. "For fuck's sake, 'Nilla..." He mumbled. "Why you always gotta be in my room?" Lifting her carefully, he deposited her on her cot in the room, careful not to step on the scattered ammunition. 'She must have been trying to build towers again, Christ...' Bryce stretched out on his bed, his torso sore and a small grin on his face. Soon the Hunter would be dead, his organs harvested for the Field Children's master and the body thrown into a river. Soon he wouldn't have to deal with Jeremy ever again. If only Chains had found the Hunter first.

[prairiesongserial]

5.2

The highway had been overwhelmed by noise and motion only moments before, and John was still getting his bearings.  There was no sign of the mutie pack.  Apparently the high-beams from the trucks - and three well-aimed shots - had been enough to send them packing.  The strangers in suits now lay bleeding silently on the ground.

John walked among the trucks and surveyed the damage.  There had been six of them, all dressed to the nines.  Like at La Salle, except these suits were white, not black and red.  The white showed the blood clearly, even in the low light.  The woman - Sailor, she had said her name was - had slit their throats from behind in only seconds.

Cody was handling the conversation with Sailor, which John was grateful for.  It left him time to collect himself.  His ears were still buzzing.  The bike was busted.  He needed to sit down.  All was silent except for the rhythmic hum of the trucks, still waiting for their drivers.

“John, over here,” Cody called.

John watched from several feet away as Sailor climbed into the front seat of one of the trucks and tossed a dead body out the door behind her.

“Okay, load the bike up,” she yelled down.

Without its wheels, the bike was impossibly heavy, and John and Cody struggled to move it the few feet to the back of the truck.  Eventually Sailor climbed back down to help them with it.  Cody was swearing the entire time, sweat gleaming in the white headlights.

“I don’t know why we’re bothering. We don’t have the money for new tires,” Cody said, panting with effort.  He, John, and Sailor gave the bike a final heave, and John climbed quickly up into the truck bed to pull from the other side.

“I know some guys,” Sailor said.  She didn’t seem concerned.

“Guys who work for free?” said Cody.

“I’ve got something in mind,” Sailor replied.  But that was all she said.

With the bike in the bed of the truck, Sailor started for the driver side, waving them along behind her.  Cody started to follow, but John pulled his arm, hard, and  gave him a wide-eyed, severe look. It was all John could manage just then.

“It’s her or we take our chances walking,” Cody said.  “I don’t think we’re gonna get lucky again.”

John had to agree, but he didn’t have to feel good about it.  Cody climbed into the car, then reached down to pull John up behind him.  They hadn’t yet closed the door before Sailor took off, making a wide U-turn through the roadside brush.

When Sailor finally killed the engine, the truck was parked outside a motel that looked as if it had just lost a fight with a junkyard.  There were cars up on cinderblocks, piles of metal scrap, batteries, and oil pans.  Two lights were on - room three’s, which was the room deepest in the labyrinth of scrap, and that of the motel office, though no one was manning the desk.

Sailor parked the stolen truck in front of room six.

She hadn’t finished climbing down from the cab when a man with a shotgun and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth appeared in the doorway of room three.

“That better be you, Sailor, or I’m blowing your tires,” he called.

“Then you’ll be kicking yourself, Rabi, because these ones are for you,” she sing-songed back to him.

She slid easily down from the truck and walked over to him.  Cody began to climb down, too, and John followed.  The twenty minute ride had given him time to get back to baseline.  Sailor hadn’t talked much - at least not as much as Cody, who had become John’s metric.  But she had explained herself, more or less. She was a bounty hunter who had moved south a few years ago to claim a big bounty, but had found plenty of smaller bounties to keep her in business when her initial mark didn’t pan out.

“It’s not that I’ve given up, it’s just that he’s thought of everything.  I can’t get close, so I’ve settled for picking off his men,” she had said, almost deadpan, over the roar of the engine.  “Christ, this car needs a better muffler.  He’s such a coward that he’s got twenty armed guards at his place, random shift changes…it’s fucking ridiculous.  I keep killing his guys, he keeps hiring new ones.  And putting them in designer suits.  White suits.  The money never ends.”

John felt Cody tense, crammed next to him in the cab.

“So that’s the head of Hemisphere?  I thought she was supposed to be a girl.  A woman.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Sailor cracked a smile.  “He’s not the head of anything but his own house - but shit if it isn’t a house.”

“But he’s…”

“Yeah, he’s a gang leader.  Well, he’s more of a one-man gang.  He’s the boss, and then there’s the hired guns, and he makes his money doing…” Sailor waved her hand dismissively.  “I’ve been looking into it all for years.  I could tell you a lot.  Big picture is, he bullies his way in, gets control of as much water as he can get his hands on, and sells it back to the people at three times the price.”

“And he’s Hemisphere?” Cody asked.

“Associated with Hemisphere.  You practically have to be, to do business on that scale.”

Cody looked exhausted.  He had pushed his driving goggles up his forehead, and John watched his face intently.  It had been a while since he’d had the chance to look at Cody.  Since what happened at La Salle they’d been driving all day and all night, trying to make up for lost time, praying Ethan wouldn’t be pushing as hard as they had been.  And it had clearly taken its toll; Cody’s eyes barely focused on anything.  At the confirmation that once again they had run into gang trouble, just a handful of days after La Salle, Cody looked defeated.  And John didn’t blame him.  They had no bike, no money, and their only friend was a bounty hunter who had just killed six men on a powerful crime lord’s payroll.

“You two are on the wrong side of Hemisphere?  That’s some shit luck.” Sailor laughed.

“We are now,” Cody said.

The conversation had ended there until they arrived at the motel.

Sailor waved Rabi over impatiently.

“Got you another one,” she said, slapping the side of the truck.  Rabi took a drag on his cigarette, looking it over.  He had thick black hair and deep brown skin that reflected the headlights, like Cody’s.  He was tall and wiry, though, while Cody was stout.  He had very recently been dressed for bed, wearing nothing but an undershirt and pants that looked like they had been thrown on in a hurry.

“It’s shit.  You keep bringing me the same truck like it’s not shit every time.”

“And every time you scavenge something and make it worth your while.  Is Celeste still up?  Celeste always takes my side.”

“I know he does, which causes a lot of marital stress for us.  You’re ruining my marriage, Sailor.”  Rabi finished his cigarette and flicked it into the dust.  “Alright, I’ll buy the tires and...What’s that?”

Rabi’s attention had fallen on John and Cody’s bike.  He hopped into the back of the truck.

“Now this is something I can flip - shit, look at that…”

“That’s not for sale, actually,” Cody piped up.  “I was hoping you could fix it for me.”

“Two new tires?  That’s not cheap…”

“Yeah, yeah, they’ll pay, we’re working on a payment plan.” Sailor said. “We can sort it out in the morning. These paying customers need a place for the night, should I wake up Celeste?”

“Celeste is awake, just bang on the door.”  Rabi waved her off. He took a pocket flashlight out of his pants and shined it over the bike.  “Jesus, did you throw this thing off a mountain?  Not cheap, Sailor.”

“I heard you the first time,” she said.  She gestured for John and Cody to follow her to the motel office, which was still unmanned.

Sailor rapped on the window, loudly, several times, until a man appeared from the back room.  When he saw her, he gave her a broad smile.  He had short locs which hung at odd angles, and wore mismatched glasses made of one pink frame and one blue - the plastic had been artfully melted together in the middle.

“Sailor!  Covered in blood, as always.  Who are your friends?”

Sailor shrugged.  “Didn’t ask their names.  Can they have a room?  I’ll vouch for them.”

For the first time, John realized that Sailor had taken them under her wing for a reason, and it wasn’t just the giving spirit.  This woman was a bounty hunter.  She was hard.  One of her legs had been welded together out of scrap metal - probably in this very junkyard.  And in the warm glow of the motel office, John got a real good look at Sailor’s scar.  It ran from the top of her forehead to the bottom of her chin on the right side of her face, pink and jagged.  It hadn’t really registered before, half-hidden by hair in the low light of the truck cab.  But now that John was looking, he noticed buckshot scars on her arm, too.  And there were probably more, out of view.

He and Cody had needed her, and had been too shell-shocked to ask why Sailor needed them.

“They’re dead on their feet, Celeste.  They’re good for the room, or you can add it to my tab.”

“Alright, alright…” Celeste took down a key from the wall behind him.  “I see you brought Rabi another one of those horrible gang cars.  You know he can’t flip them when they’re so obviously Mr. Waters’s.”

“His name is Mr. Waters?” Cody groaned, just loudly enough for John to hear.

“I thought you were on my side,” Sailor said with a smirk.

“I’m only on your side when you’re up on rent,” Celeste said, returning the smile.  “Okay, away with you.  Go sleep off your crimes.”

“Good man, Celeste,” Sailor returned.  She practically pushed John and Cody to their room, even going so far as to unlock the door for them.  She herded the two of them inside, then stood in the doorway, grinning toothily at them.  John felt the urge to go for his gun.

“Well boys, rest up.  We’ll talk through the job in the morning.”

With that, she was gone, leaving the door wide open.  Cody sat down hard on the bed and took off his boots.  He looked up at John as John hastily crossed the room to close the door.

“She just hustled us, right?” Cody said.

“The job,” John replied in the affirmative.

“There wasn’t a job before.  Before, it was ‘do you boys need a ride?’  You remember that too, right?”

“What kind of job?” John said.

Cody rubbed his temples, hunched over his knees.

John didn’t need him to reply.  What else, but killing Mr. Waters?

5.1 || 5.3

[murdershegoat]

every thought i had about 2x22 as i had it (these are getting longer and idec)

kal el what r u doing!!!!!

ZOD IM YELLING THATS FUCKING CRAY

maggie should just become a deo agent now she’s there constantly anyway

my aesthetic: kara and kal el fighting among dank explosions, lesbians kickin back and watching it unfold

im in awe of this fight 11/10 would watch again

MY AESTHETIC: KARA WINNING THE FIGHT, ALEX CATCHING HER SISTER

fuck that opening was on point

ew heteros i dont care about this can u just yeet him already

im love alex’s winter jacket seriously give me a christmas special w alex in her winter wear and kara wearing like summer clothes bc she doesnt feel the cold, moaning that she cant wear a christmas sweater w/o feeling on fire

lena and alex should drink together like wynonna earp and nicole haught give em some scotch and let them both obsess over kara

lena my smol child i will adopt u and be ur mentor despite being both younger than you and totally unremarkable 

brenda strong is a milf and i will fight u over this

lena’s about to cross her mom again i can feel it in my bones

wow i cant believe winn and clark are dating it’s canon

me, every time monel is on screen: YEET HIM ALREADY YOU COWARDS

“what happened here?” “everything” alex why do u think that is a helpful answer this man is the director of the deo he’s gonna need specifics

why r they advertising this fight like fuckin pay per view

PAPA BEAR!

cat grant is a liar she’s definitely seen star wars and even if she hadn’t she’d have enough pop culture knowledge to fuckin know basic shit about it she’s just trying to cheer up kara and clark

"did you know he’s dating kara danvers” this is shit writing why would lena specify ‘danvers’ like bitch u allegedly think kara is the link between u and supergirl what other kara would u be talking about

amazing acting: everybody pretending to care about what happens to monel

WINN AND LENA BROTP: SCIENCE BONCHES

kara and kal el *have super emotional scene* me *is distracted by kara’s entire body and hair and face and also kal el’s junk*

@teri hatcher: fight me please. 

i fucking love these fight scenes

*alex is put in charge* maggie: SHOTGUN BEING UR SECOND IN COMMAND

super in character: winn being nervous around evil parents

LENA I CALLED IT BONCH

oh james hey there what u been up to bruh

MGANN IS BACK AND SHE BROUGHT MARTIANS MY BONCH DID SO WELL IM SO PROUD

“Alex, tell me what to do” all these sister moments are killing me

I’m so impressed w melissa being able to act so well opposite a limp beef sandwich. wow. amazing. wHY R U GIVING HIM THE NECKLACE

them: *kiss* me: *chanting* YEET YEET YEET YEET YEET 

this music is dope tho and im still so impressed w melissa

the deo is celebrating. somewhere, probably in texas, vasquez watches on the news, and kisses her gf lucy lane, happy their friends are safe

MGANN IS THE HERO WE ALL DESERVE

Danvers Sisters 4 lyf

(I’m not gonna touch that proposal give me a fucking kiss holy shit ill post about it later)

“i turned down rob lowe” is that??????? a brothers and sisters reference???????????????????????????????

cat is the mentor i need and also of course she knows kara is supergirl im love her

h e r o ‘ s j o u r n e y

the fuck is in that pod

k heres some truth. next season will be perfect time to explore angry kara again. kara who has sacrificed everything yet again for a planet she did not choose. kara, who flies off into the distance, upset and angry and not at all at peace. kara, who has to watch her sister and everyone around her find and settle into happiness. they have so much to work with and i really wanna see them give melissa some good material again

[askthedespairkids]

Meanwhile...

Niigata airport, Niigata, Japan.

Three people are running for their lives Gabriel: We’re almost there! Keep running!

Chisato: They’re right behind us.

Takanabou: Well, technically they’re about fifty feet behind… but that’s too close for comfort.

Chisato: Not the point, man!

Gabriel takes a shot at one with a scoped magnum, hitting one through the eye and another behind them through the head

Gabriel: Both of you get inside. I’ll be right behind you.

Takanabou: Don’t tell me you’re doing some sort of “self sacrifice” crap.

Chisato: He’s right. Gabe, come on.

Gabriel: I don’t plan on it. After all, I can’t just leave you two behind.

He reaches into his jacket and takes out a combat shotgun. 

I only need a minute.

-Gabriel Häyhä, Former Ultimate Gunsmith-

Takanabou: All right…

Chistao grabs him by the wrist as Gabriel opens fire

Let’s find stuff to barricade the doors.

-Chisato Takashi, Former Ultimate Paleontologist-

Takanabou nods, working on pulling over chairs and tables

Gabriel runs in and uses the spent shotgun to hold the doors shut

Told you I’d be back. Takanabou: Thank god.

He glances at a map on the wall

The airfield isn’t far, we should be able to get there quickly.

-Takanabou Chisu, Former Ultimate Photographic Memory-

Chisato: Just….just gimme a m-minute.

She begins breathing heavily before tearing up and falling to her knees

Takanobu: Chisato-san, we don’t have much time. Storm and his people could come through at any second… I understand it’s hard, but we need to get to the plane and get out of here.

Gabriel: Chisato, it’s okay. We’re almost there.

Chisato: Storm just….m-my sister….m-my uncle….and he….he…

Gabriel hugs her as she begins crying

Takanobu: I understand, believe me, but can we please wait until we get to safety to have the emotional breakdowns? He realises what he said sounds really insensitive U-Um… I’m sorry… I… I shouldn’t have said that… Gabriel glares at him for second before speaking to her again I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about what happened. But Chisato, I know your family would want you to escape. And we’re almost there.

Chisato: But where are we supposed to go? Look outside, both of you. The world is ending.Tell me where the hell we’re supposed to find safety.

Takanobou: The odds of everywhere in the world breaking down are practically impossible. Chances are there’s somewhere around the world we can hide until everything blows over… we just need to figure out where. Smart kid. Then again, what else could be expected from the Ultimate Photographic Memory?

A man with a shaved head and a long coat steps out from behind a nearby pillar

Takanobu: Who the hell?

Gabriel: Zenko. Good to see you’re here, though I’m certain you already knew we’d be here.

Zenko: Heh, of course. I just didn’t want to interrupt Takashi-San. She deserves time to grieve.

Chisato: Gabe, who is this guy?

Zenko: Ah, of course, allow me to introduce myself. He bows. Zenko Kasugano, Hope’s Peak’s Class 72. Former Ultimate Clairvoyant.

Takanobu: So he’s with us then?

Zenko: Absolutely. I’m the one getting you kids out of here.

He take out his phone and takes a look

…and unfortunately, we’re running low on time.

Gabriel: Right. He takes two pistols out of his coat and hands them to Chisato and Takanobu Here. Arm yourselves, just in case they get in.

Takanobu takes the pistol, glancing outside

I think they’re getting closer…

Zenko: If we’re not out of here in 14 minutes, they’ll overwhelm us. You don’t want to know what happens after that.

Chisato: What, do you have a Future Diary or something?

Gabriel: Save the jokes for later.

He takes out a bolt-action rifle

Right now, we make a break for the airfield.

Takanobu:as they run How are you able to run with all those guns? Not that I mind, it’s just confusing…

Chisato: I’ve been wondering that too.

Gabriel: Plenty of training and exercise.

Zenko: Oh crap! Everyone turn left!

A molotov breaks through the window, setting the other hall on fire

Takanobu: Oh damn… we need to get out now!

A window breaks behind them. People begin pouring in

Chistao: No kidding!

Gabriel shoots one of them in the leg

Takanobu turns around, shooting one in the chest

Dear god, how far?

Zenko: Shitshitshitshit. Turn right here! If we do this right, we get there in four minutes.

Takanobu: Right!

They turn, only to find Maverick standing in front of them, WIthout hesitation, Takanobu lifts his gun and fires, striking Storm straight in the middle of the forehead.

Chisato: Holy crap! Gabriel: Was that… Takanobu: God, I hope so. But, just to be sure…

he puts another bullet into Maverick. In the crotch. The corpse gives no response

Chisato shoots him as well

Gabriel: Okay, that’s enough. We’ve still got his followers after us. Takanobu: All right…

Zenko: Checks his phone

Doesn’t look like that was the real him. Everyone watch your asses and let’s go.

Takanobu: Of course it wasn’t… god, we can’t ever get a break, can we?

Zenko: You’re getting it now. Come on!

The four start running again

Eventually

, they make it out into the airfield

Takanobu: Which one’s ours? Zenko: That one.

At the end of the runaway is what looks like an armored 737. 

Takanobu: Impressive…

he sprints towards it, only to be cut off by a spear that goes through his leg, pinning it to the ground

Ahh! Chisato: TAKA-KUN! Gabriel: SHIT!

He shoots at the location the spear came from

Zenko: You didn’t give me a chance to say anything!

Takanobu: He grits his teeth, holding back tears of pain

Gabriel: Maverick, you son of a bitch!

He takes out a Tommy Gun and opens fire

Chisato and Zenko work on freeing Takanobu

Takanobu: Dammit… Dammit dammit dammit…

They manage to get him lose

Zenko: It’s okay, kid. We’ve got you. Gabriel, hurry up! Gabriel: Show your face, you coward!

Maverick’s voice comes out of the loudspeakers

And why would I do that?

Zenko: That’s the guy? Man, he sounds like an asshole.

Chisato: Tell me about it.

Gabriel: It’s bad enough that you’d send other men to do the fighting while you cower behind, but you kill women and children without remorse. You truly have no honor.

Maverick: He goes silent for a moment, before stepping out in front of them Go on. What’re you waiting for?

Zenko: And he looks like an asshole too.

Gabriel: The sound your head makes it bursts.

He takes aim and fires

Maverick falls dead. A yawn echoes from the loudspeaker.

Life is so much easier when you’ve got the Ultimate Cosmetic Surgeon on your side…

Chisato: Son of a bitch.

Gabriel: We all knew this day would come eventually. Everyone in class.

Maverick: Honestly, she was all too eager to help… just took a few choice words to convince her my side was the right one. And these people… the entire army’s pretty much willing to die for me.

Gabriel: I have plenty of bullets for each of them.

Zenko: Gabriel-San, I understand how you’re feeling, but we don’t have time for this. We stay here for another six minutes and we’re all dead. Not to mention your friend’s in a lot of pain right now. He needs help.

Gabriel: I just need to know one thing. How many, Maverick? How many of us are already dead?

Maverick: Let’s see… Kenzo, Teddy, Mai, Hirotada, Mina… man, that’s not as many as I’d like… Oh! I am particularly proud of how I killed Asari though, do you guys want to hear a horse’s death cries? And then the cries of a person as they’re force-fed the meat and choke on it? There were a good three times my people had to force her to keep her vomit down…

Gabriel: To think I once considered you a friend.

Chisato: You’re a bastard. I’m gonna kill you. Do you hear me?! You’re fucking dead!

Zenko: Two minutes and I’ve already decided I hate you.

Maverick: New record…

Takanobu: You are pure evil, Maverick Storm. I wouldn’t say this for anyone else, but you deserve death. Slow and painful death.

Maverick: Oh! Speaking of that… guess what’s gonna happen to Miaya, Kyoji and Kin soon!

Gabriel: …I’m not gonna like this, am I?

Maverick: They’re trapped inside a fun little game! One where, chances are, all three of them are going to die.

Chisato: You…

Zenko: Okay, time for conversation’s over. Everyone on the plane. And listen here, “Maverick.” I don’t know you are or what your deal is, but I’m gonna make one thing perfectly clear: You have no idea who you’re fucking with. Maverick: Maybe not yet… but before too long I will. Oh, and you guys might wanna watch Takanobu over the next few days… I poisoned a few of these spears, but I can’t remember which ones… he unconscious yet?

Takanobu is, indeed, unconscious

Chisato: Shit! Taka-kun! Gabriel: Enough is enough.

He pulls a frag grenade and the group boards the plane in the confusion of the blast

Maverick’s voice comes over the loudspeaker once more

Let them go. We’ll find them later.

The mob grumbles, but disperses

As the plane flies away, the group settles into their seats.

Chisato: I can’t believe it…Kenzo, Ted, Mai, Hiro, Mina….they’re all dead. What…what kind of monster would just….

Gabriel hugs her again; Zenko arrives with a syringe and injects Takanobu with the substance

This should keep him alive until we can get him to the bunker.

Chisato: Y-yeah, you still haven’t told me where we’re going.

Gabriel: The United States. Specifically, Denver. Chisato: But isn’t there a civil war going on? How are we even supposed to fly there without getting shot down?

Zenko: We’ve set up shop in the safest place imaginable. As for how we get there, no need to worry about it. Our people are flying the plane right now thanks to Uninterruptible Autopilot. Whole thing is 100% remote controlled. They’ll find us the safest routes and guide us through.

Chisato: Okay, you keep saying “your people,” but who are you? Gabe, what’s he talking about?

The two look at each other and smile

Gabriel: I took this off so it wouldn’t get damaged. I’d been meaning to show you.

He takes out a ring etched with a ‘G’ surrounded by a symbol of a Square and Compasses. Zenko has an identical ring

Chisato blinks for a moment

You guys are Freemasons?

Zenko: Absolutely, little lady.

Gabriel: I joined up during my second year in Hope’s Peak. We stayed in touch even after the Tragedy began. They’re the reason I was able to fly back to Japan to save you.

Chisato looks back at their unconscious friend.

Man, Taka-kun’s gonna love to hear this one. This has been a helluva day. Zenko: No joke. Alright, everyone get comfy. It’s 14 hours to Denver and we’re all out of peanuts.

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CREEP

“ She looks pretty tonight “ I whispered as I undone my belt and started touching myself. I was sitting outside her window up in a tree for the fourth night in a row now “ I need to stop before she catches me “ I thought still masturbating I feel like such a sicko I jus want her so bad. Finally I got out of the tree and went back to my house and got a good nights rest. You see this family moved in a couple of houses down and they have 2 kids a boy and a girl the boys is older but the girl is my age I don’t see her at school though which I find weird for some reason. I’ve been watching her for about two weeks now I’m jus to coward to talk to her, I need to man up and just shoot my shot I’m afraid of rejection though that’s okay maybe one day she will love me the way I love her. I’ve learned a lot about her I know she likes to do her makeup a lot and she dances in her room but I know she’s upset about something because every night she cries and cuts her thighs with a razor blade maybe one day I can be her savior. Another week goes by I’ve touched myself watching her every night now I think I’m ready to talk to her now, should I tell her she doesn’t need makeup to be pretty or so I ask her what upsets her so I much that she wants to carve her own flesh or maybe I should jus tell her she’s a great dancer either way tomorrow I’m gonna find my opportunity to talk to her. The next morning I woke up and I noticed she was sun bathing on her front lawn in a bathing suit I hope I can contain myself I simply can’t go any longer without speaking to her. I walked over there and introduced myself and she told me her name was kassandra and I said “ I think your a beautiful dancer and you don’t need makeup to be beautiful to me “ and she asked me how I knew that she was a dancer with a worried look on her face I replied “ I’ve been watching you of course “ her expression completely changed and I could tell I weirded her out, she told me I was creepy and if I came near her again her brother would kill me I simply turned around and walked to my house heartbroken. What am I gonna do? I’ve completely blew my chances all I’ll have now is thoughts, i thought about her for the rest of the day when finally night came and I grabbed my Doritos and my lotion and headed to my tree, she was doing her makeup once again I undone my belt and started touching myself when suddenly a bright light shined on me from down below I immediately hopped out and took off on foot and I seemed to be getting away when suddenly I got tackled and I knew it was her brother. I was laying on the ground when the heel of a boot came stomping down on my mouth and a barrage of fists followed hitting me in the nose and my mouth and in my ribs, he beat the shit out of me and told me if I ever come near them again he will kill me. I woke up in the hospital with my mom and dad beside me I could tell they was worried and anxious to know what happend I simply told them I heard a noise outside and a burglar had beaten me up my dad told me I was brave for protecting them and the house, only if he knew I’m sure he wouldn’t be so proud of me then. The whole time I was in the hospital all I thought about was her and how I so anxiously wanted to see her again finally after 4 or 5 days of staying in the hospital they let me go home, I can’t wait to get see her. I prepared my kit, I grabbed the duck tape and the rope and the long Bowie knife I had from years earlier, I’m ready I thought I headed for the tree and waited till she went to bed then I made my move I opened up a window on the ground floor and snuck into the house, I knew her room was upstairs but where was her brother I couldn’t let him jus beat the shit out of me and get away with it finnaly I crept upstairs there was only three doors I checked one which was the bathroom then I checked another and it was her brothers room but he wasn’t in there nonetheless I crept into her room. I stood over her watching her for two or three minutes I got on top of her and put the knife to her throat and told her not to move or scream or she was toast I tied the rope around her wrists and put the tape on her mouth and proceeded to sodimize her when she started screaming and trying to break free, the knife slips, I slit her throat blood started flowing violently on the floor and her mattress “ oh no oh my god “ I thought I vomited and started crying I paced frantically back and forth trying to think what to do when I realized that now I’ll never have her so I picked up the Bowie knife and hesitated to slit my wrists I couldn’t do it. Suddenly her room door opens and it was her brother he was stunned at what he saw he started crying and charging at me I jumped out the window and broke my legs I miscalculated how far up it was I was in so much pain her brother came out with a shotgun and put it to my temple blowing my head into oblivion.

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