#i need to remember how 2 use twitch its so confusing. im too old and bald to navugate anyyhing thats not tumblr 😭

[loserelf]

Gonna do the improv pass at the new episode live on Twitch this coming Wednesday...

OH SHIT LETS GO???? 👀👀👀👀👀 ill try to swing by for it i think im off that day!!! everybody clear ur wednesday NOW and tune in to this

[janekfan]

ive been Searching and Craving for any scenario/canon divergent au where jon and tim make up because jon shows tim thats hes just as much a victim as anyone else and tim is just like... ah. so we're both assholes. and jon insists that tim didnt do anything wrong (and obviously its all very whumpy and hurt/comforty). basically just... tim and jon making up because tim wants to after jon tugs at his heartstrings enough (because im a sucker for the whole "whatve i done" bit)

Here we go!! Sorry these are taking so long but I’m still working on prompts!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26972698/chapters/67878991#workskin

Too Much Chapter 2!

Watching Martin remove the evidence of panic by carefully, slowly, swiping a damp flannel over Jon’s skin, Tim continued holding the cold pack in place. The man between them made a sound, nondescript, shifting enough that his lips parted with a soft sigh as he settled.

“He’s made a right mess of these.” Martin lamented, gingerly lifting one hand to examine the heavy bandages, soiled with fresh blood and coming undone. Not altogether certain he wanted to know what was hidden away beneath, Tim stayed silent. “Would you mind fetching the first aid kit while I get rid of these?” He used the time away to take a deep breath, attempting to gather his rampant thoughts now that he was roped into fixing up their boss. There was always the possibility of giving him the kit and hightailing it out of that place and never setting foot near document storage again but before he realized what he’d done he’d accumulated other supplies he figured they might need and the relief in Martin’s eyes when he slipped back into the room was palpable. Jon’s hands were bare, blisters laid over blisters, broken and bleeding sluggishly from torn welts, one palm layered over with a nasty burn. Tim couldn’t help the noise torn from his throat in sympathy as the walls he’d built around himself began to crumble under the weight of Jon’s wounds--and he wasn’t even the one to bear them! Jon had acquired more scars, more shadows in the gaunt hollows carved into his body by his bones since Prentiss. It was like laying eyes on a stranger, or opening his own and finally seeing what his negligent ignorance had truly cost.

Were these marks, this pain, not proof that Jon had every right to be scared? Paranoid? To suspect them? When it was his own “friends” raising hands violently against him?

“What. Martin, what happened?” He accepted the water, easing Jon’s arm over the edge of the bed and doing Tim the kindness of not reminding him that he’d never cared to know before.

“I couldn’t tell you what caused most of this, but you know. Daisy.” He swallowed, eyes narrowing as he dabbed away the worst of the scarlet slicking his skin and Tim saw red at the reminder. How dare she touch him. “Hush now, you’re alright.” Jon’s arm twitched, an aborted attempt to tug his hand away from Martin’s surely painful ministrations. “Just cleaning these up.”

“Hnn…” Saltwater-soaked lashes fluttered and damn his body’s reactions but Tim was at his side on the cot before he could blink and wholly unsure of what to do now that he was there, settling on running fingers through tangled curls, teasing out the knots as Martin worked. Clouded and slightly crossed, Jon’s glazed brown eyes peered up at him, through him, blinking slow, and Tim could feel the heat of his fever under his palms.

“Hey, bud.” Surprising himself with his own softness, Tim continued combing through his hair. “Close your eyes, boss. Marto’s fixing you right up.”

“Hur’s.” Badly slurred and tinged with vulnerability he wasn’t used to anymore, Jon’s voice sent a chill racing up Tim’s spine.

“I know.” He said anyway. “It won’t soon.” Trust and exhaustion won out, dragging bruised lids closed. “Martin.” Tim didn’t look up, tracing silver strands, so many, with the fingertips. “I would like to know. Please.”

Martin hummed, finished up the first hand, the worst hand, and cradled it over Jon’s stomach in a poor attempt at elevation before starting on the next one.

“I haven’t gotten much out of Jon--not because he won’t tell me!” He amended, remembering the promise Jon had made to be honest with them and clearly worried it would make Tim angry again if he thought he was keeping secrets. “He’s just. I mean.”

“I understand.” After leaving Elias’ office, whatever tenacity and fortitude Jon managed to scrape together after his ordeal with Daisy and Basira had faded quickly. Even Tim wasn’t able to ignore how bad off he was, more along the lines of being unable to explain than lacking any desire.

“I know she, she hit him. He’s bruised all over. Clocked him with her gun I assume, to leave him concussed--I still can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s alright. We’ve all been. Preoccupied.” Some of them only with themselves.

“He was filthy, covered in dirt and I think bl’blood? Not his. Or, not all of it I think.” Martin rubbed his own neck thoughtfully, tracing a path that mirrored the red grin carving up Jon’s throat. “I think.” He looked into Tim’s eyes, haunted. “I, I overheard them saying he’d been made to d’dig a grave.”

“His grave.” There was no real proof, not yet. But it felt right. And Tim felt sick. “His hands.”

“The burn is bad, I don’t know how he got it.” A crease formed between Martin’s knit brows. “I. Tim.” He sighed. “You’ve been so furious with him.” He dragged both hands down his face. “Jon’s doing his best. Please, you have to believe that.”

“I think I’m beginning to.” He’d yet to stop his detangling. Jon liked when people he trusted played with his hair, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Unbidden and effervescent, memories rose to the surface of Tim’s mind, each a different moment, beads of time strung on delicate silk strands. Sasha. Sasha, whose true face, true voice, had been written over and worn, her hands on Jon’s shoulders, working out the tension he carried there despite his complaints. Tim himself draping a cardigan over him where he slumped forward on his desk in Research when he succumbed to sleep. A rare moment at someone’s apartment, Jon three drinks in, flushed bright red and ridiculous, throwing himself into Tim’s lap and nuzzling his stomach until he got what he wanted; hands in his hair, on his back, honest to god cuddles. The embarrassment in the morning would paint him vivid with blush and he would accept the painkillers and tea with a shy grin.

That Jon was still in there.

Right?

For the first time in his career Tim chose to come into work early, heading immediately to doc storage to find Jon curled up against Martin, ruddy face squished against his chest and arm slung over his waist as though he’d recently been clinging there.

And if this had been another time, another universe, he would have teased them both, but the shadows under their eyes were beginning to match.

“We had a hard night.” Martin yawned hugely and Tim caught a quick glimpse of glassy brown at the movement but Jon passed out again in the next second. “Nightmares. You remember Crew?” Tim nodded. “Explains the vertigo. He’s going to want to work.” Martin’s palm found its way to the back of Jon’s head, tucked him under his chin as he exhaled, slow and measured.

“And you want him to rest.”

“He won’t.”

He didn’t.

But the dizziness kept him in his office for the most part and Tim helped keep an eye on him, checking up regularly, awkwardly. It was almost like old times. Except Jon was careful not to speak. Not now that he might force answers out of someone. Not now that he might be hurt because of it. Jon was smart. He tried to remember the things he learned because he only seemed to learn the hard way and right now he was trying to figure out Tim while Tim was trying to figure out himself, wary of the change towards him, confused when instead of lashing out, he asked if he needed anything.

“N’no, thank you, Tim.”

“It’s no trouble.” But it was physically painful to watch the gears turn as Jon balanced the possibility of pissing him off with how uncomfortable he was in this situation. “I’ll check back later, yeah?”

“Uh. Y’yeah. Yes. I mean, yes.” Nervously, he shifted between folders. “Of c’course.”

The day dragged and Jon’s fever and groggy exhaustion lingered, kept barely in check by Martin plying him with the painkillers and fever reducers because he refused A&E. It was frustrating, even if he was looking somewhat improved. When they caught him asleep it was often in the throes of a taxing nightmare. He was a shadow in his attempts to avoid them all, to focus on work, and now that Tim was paying attention he didn’t like how Basira was so cold, how Daisy made Jon flinch on purpose, how Melanie went out of her way to collide with him in the narrow hallways. How he was slight enough, unsteady enough that it sent him into the wall.

How he did nothing about it except murmur apologies and move past them as quick as he could.

Jon was back to pushing himself too hard, not bothering to ask for help because he’d never gotten any before so it wasn’t worth bothering with it now. He was alone. Deserted by everyone except for Martin--and oh the way his expression lit up at the sight of him. How soft his voice became when he thanked him for the tea. Tim knew Martin couldn’t see it yet, or wouldn’t let himself realize, but Jon was taken with him. Smitten. And already believed beyond a doubt that he had no worth. As prickly as Jon could be there was so much love in him just vying for a way out.

How could Tim have forgotten that?

Tim paced the length of the archives three times before heading back to check on Jon, alarmed when the office was empty. Worry, both familiar and unfamiliar, twined its way around his heart. He'd watched as the afternoon hours slipped by and Jon became worse and Tim didn’t bother asking anyone he came across; they didn’t care, he wasn’t supposed to care. But there weren’t many places Jon would go and Tim found him in the breakroom stabilizing himself on the sink. He didn’t react, didn’t turn, didn’t seem to know anyone was behind him, and Tim could make out shivery, deliberate breaths. Jon let go, lifting a hand dazedly to his forehead and staggering backwards such that Tim had to steady him.

“Whoa there, Boss.” Softly, quietly, Tim knew his head was still pounding more often than not no matter how adamant his denial. It didn’t stop Jon from flinching like he’d been struck or attempting to whirl around and only making it all that much worse as eyes filled with fear rolled back into his head and Tim had to catch him outright, lowering him to the floor and pillowing his shoulders in his lap. Unconsciously, he laid a palm over his overwarm forehead, dragging fingers back through damp strands rhythmically and wondering how he’d react to waking up with Tim staring down at him. They were dancing around each other, or at least Tim was. Jon couldn’t do much more than sit at his desk in what amounted to pyjamas and pretend to work in an attempt to wedge some normalcy back into his life.

“What happened?” At least now Martin’s inquiry wasn’t accusatory as he knelt beside them and checked over Jon himself. “How long?”

“Minute. Maybe two? He, uh. I surprised him and when he turned…” he trailed off, gesturing with a sigh.

“Ma’tin…” nothing more than a small breath of awareness in recognition of his voice, eyes still closed.

“You should be at your desk.” Lightly scolding.

“Nn...was col’...tea…” Tim met Martin’s eyes with worry at the barely coherent jumble of syllables caught on his sluggish tongue and he held up a hand, signaling him to wait.

“What’re we going to do with you, hm?”

“...Dunno…” He’d failed to understand the gentle ribbing for what it was, instead answering honestly, tearfully, and it tugged on Tim’s heartstrings. Martin chuckled kindly to ease the sting, moving forward to lift his weight off from Tim and standing still to let Jon wind a hand loosely into his jumper, hanging on for dear life with a gasp.

“You sound tired.”

“Mmyeah...tire’...” And that discordant admission alone was enough to cause alarm, doubly so when his body lost all rigidity in Martin’s hold.

“Martin--”

“Shh, Tim. He’s alright.” Protectiveness urged Tim to follow them back to document storage. Concern made him sit down before Martin asked. “Stay with him? I don’t want him to forget and wander off again. I’m gonna get that tea and something for the fever.” Tim supported his chin with a hand, elbow digging sharply into the top of his knee, and watched Jon sleep. With his eyes, he traced invisible constellations over the worm scars dotting his skin and connected their lines to the ink dark splash of lashes twitching as he dreamed. “What’re you thinking about?”

“How much running I’ve been doing.”

“Mm.”

“How much easier it was to ignore all this if I just hated Jon instead. Blamed him for it.” He lifted his fingers in a bitter and general indication of their unreasonably bad situation. “He’s made mistakes. We all have. And his are the only ones I’m not willing to forgive.” Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, stung. “Why is that?” His skin blushed with heat when his voice broke on a sob and before Martin could speak they were interrupted.

“Head’spounding…” He could barely keep his eyes open.

“Ah, I’m sorry, love, I know, here,” he was like a rag doll when Martin lifted him. “This’ll help.” Tim watched the ease with which Martin navigated Jon. All sweet and kind, steadying his hands when they proved too shaky to hold the cup, testing his temperature with the inside of his wrist when Jon was distracted with swallowing down the medicine.

“Shouldn’t do this.” Whispered, lost and undone, as Martin tucked him in, gripping back tightly when Jon grew dizzy with the change. “M’sorry.”

“You say that too often, Boss.”

“Hush, both of you.” To Jon, “we can all talk later, when you’re feeling better. It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to rest.” And while he didn’t look convinced, he was helpless against the drag of that heavy, insistent tide of exhaustion.

“Never liked to owe people, our Jon.” Martin sighed, frustrated.

“It’s not a transaction. I wish he’d trust that I only want to help.” Tim snickered ruefully as Martin tucked stray salt and pepper strands behind Jon’s ears.

“He’s always been suspicious of decency.”

“That’s not right.” There was a lot wrong with it, and far too much to solve at this moment.

“You look knackered, Martin. Go home.” He needed caring for after keeping them all together like he’d done. “I’ve got it from here.”

“I don’t want to ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking, Marto.”

“Tim--”

“I need to. I. I need to do this.”

Tim was worried that the only reason Martin left him here alone was because he was too tired to spend another night here keeping an eye on the both of them. He only had himself to blame when it came to the loss of trust.

It was no secret his dislike of Jon.

He hadn’t forgotten his treatment of him just the other day. Yanking him up off the ground and shouting at him, blaming him for his confusion and unsteadiness, for worrying Martin while he’d been the one ill and frightened and unmoored on the dusty floor. A mournful cry jolted him out of his musings, and the nightmare didn’t sound kind, wrenching Jon awake and leaving him panting, narrow chest heaving, eyes wide and unfocused in the dim.

“Hey.” Soft and quiet, it didn’t stop Jon from jumping in surprise, nearly swooning when he jerked his head in the direction of his voice. “Back with me?”

“Tim.” Real surprise, he blinked hard, trying to clear his bleary vision. “Yeah. S’sorry.” Jon offered him a sheepish quirk of his lips.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize, Jon.” He swallowed thickly and Tim could hear the click in his throat, somewhere behind the bandage hiding that yawning red grin from sight.

“Wh’what?”

“I’ve treated you unfairly.”

“No, no, Tim. You. You had every right! I was out of line and suspected the worst with no proof and didn’t trust yo--” Jon was trying to get up, ignoring how it had to hurt, and when Tim made to stop him, he flinched in real fear and backed himself into the corner. “S’sorry. I. It’s, it isn’t you, I swear.” Guilt wrapped around Tim’s heart like a thorny vine at his stammering apologies, at the way Jon laughed at himself and scrubbed his face with the back of a bandaged hand, staring up at the ceiling as new tears pooled in his eyes. “A lot’s h’happened.” When he closed them, the damp rolled down his cheeks into the grey at his temple. “I,I,I know you don’t w’want to hear it. But I, I don’t have anything else left t’to offer and I’m so s’sorry.” Jon tucked up his knees and buried his tear-stained face in the blankets he pulled around himself. Scared and small and awaiting derision. Tim edged closer.

"Jon.” He reached out to touch and thought better of it. “I think. I think I'm ready to hear it now." Consumed by constant fear and torment, run ragged for months and months, when Jon risked glancing up at him Tim could finally look past his anger and see him. Flushed with fever, thin and drawn, bruised and beaten and burned.

But still Jon.

Still Jon, terrified of the kind of help he'd been taught by experience not to ask for. Not to accept. Not to trust. Not to need.

“No, n’no, Tim. It’s.” He sniffed, tried to offer Tim a watery smile. “M’not feeling w’well, heh. You know how I, how I am.”

“I know you don’t take care of yourself.” He continued before Jon could interrupt. “I know I’ve left you to deal with this alone.” Indeed, at the very first sign of trouble, Tim abandoned him to his own devices. “I understand why it’s been difficult to trust me.”

“Not just you.” Tim had to strain to hear him, voice tiny, wavering with misery. “It’s so hard to trust, I have to, to think about it, choose it, don’t I. Talk myself out of how a’afraid I am all the t’time. I can’t even trust myself, my words. I. They. It’s easier to not speak at all, if it can be helped. And I try. But. Tim.” Fraught, brown irises nearly swallowed by black pupil bored into him, begged him to listen, to see. “I’m a monster.”

“Jon--” He tugged at messy curls, ignoring the pain it had to cause, the spots of blood, and if Jon would let him, he would need to fix the wrappings after this. He’d folded into himself even tighter, rocking himself just slightly in an attempt at comfort.

“If everyone is saying it, it must be true. But I’m trying. I promise, Tim, I promise. I was hoping it counted for something, anything. I can’t. I.” He broke off, attempting to pull himself together, face contorted and when he noticed Tim’s stricken expression, stumbled on with half-thought out reassurances. “I, I won’t stop! T’trying, that is. I, I, I want to, to be better. I don’t want to hurt anyone. It’s not about counting, it’s about doing the right thing. Or something close to--it never seems to work out, I’m not. I keep doing the wrong things so I know--but I p’promise--and besides, D’Daisy’s watching, if you’re worried, heh.” He laughed, a little broken thing, tears glittering in his eyes. “She’ll put me d’down. If that makes you feel any better.”

And god how could he think Tim wanted that? Jon, living with the knowledge that any mistakes he made could lead to--

Hanging over his head. Just awaiting collapse.

“That’s. Jon, I don’t want her to do that.”

“Oh. Did.” Tim realized the pause was an attempt at managing his powers of compulsion. “Did you want to? Instead I mean?” Tim recoiled in horror at the genuine curiosity, the dull acceptance that they all might be waiting for their chance. Numbness flooded his fingers. And even though Tim knew Jon was trying to use the right words, the ones that would make him feel better, he was furious.

“How could you think that?!” Jon held up his raggedly bandaged hands, the blisters from digging his own grave and who knows what else hidden from view.

“I, I’m sorry, I. You’re right, that was stupid of me. I’m sorry, Tim, I’m sorry, I--” Tim cut him off by sweeping him into an embrace, pressing his face into his shoulder. He was little more than bones rattling around in a scarred and ruined skin, shaking in his arms, his own held away, stiff. Dear lord, what had he done? “T’Tim? I, I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“Stop it, Jon.” And he collapsed, spent from his outpouring, breath loud in Tim’s ear. “Just stop.” Tentative, Jon wrapped him up in return. “I’m going to do better.”

“You don’t--”

“I do. And I am.” Damp soaked into his sleeve despite the silence with which Jon sobbed, little more than uneven, ardent gasping as they clung to each other.

“B’but.” He pressed closer, starved for it. “I.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been so afraid.” Murmured against his shirt, Tim could feel the shapes of his words, the trembling of his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you. You mean. If, if you--I couldn’t stand it. If it wasn’t real.” Desperately, he whispered, thick with tears. “Don’t think I’d survive losing you again.” Too much loss. Too much all around and not one time had Tim thought about who he still had.

“I’m going to help you.” Tim realized then he’d been crying as well. “Like I should have from the start of this mess.” Gently, he pulled him away, took his damaged hands. “Let me get these fixed up. If Martin sees them, he’ll have both our heads on pikes.” For a moment, Tim was worried it was too soon, that Jon would need to hide this vulnerability from him, and he held his breath, until he nodded, just once.

It would take time, but they’d made a start.

[spicysoftsweet]

im sorry if it's too much but my heart is wrenching, i just read your hisoka cheating part 2, i dont know if its possible but can u do a part 3? i understand if you cant, ill just continue it in my head 😭

He’s a bastard, but so is the reader hahahahaha!

part 1 here / part 2 here

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You leapt into the arena but you were too late.

Instead, time seemed to slow to a screeching halt, as you were suspended in midair, unable to reach him in time before the detonation went off. You could barely see his body through the wall of human flesh preventing his escape before the explosive force sent you flying back into the bleachers, crashing into the countless bodies that littered the arena’s perimeter.

There was no way in hell he could have survived that.

Hisoka…

You rose from the rubble frantically, ignoring the pain coursing through your entire body from the impact of your fall, and ran back towards the epicenter of the blast.

“___!” You could hear Machi yell your name from a distance, as you threw chunks of arena flooring and heavy debris to uncover Hisoka’s remains, if there were any. You knew what you were doing was akin to betraying the troupe, but you gave it not a single second thought. 

As you continued to dig, tears streamed down your cheeks to highlight your hysteria. You knew you were being stupid, and you couldn’t help it. Hisoka didn’t love you, Chrollo did. But yet…

You didn’t notice Chrollo approaching slowly, hands comfortably shoved in his pockets, watching you declare your true heart by your actions. You couldn’t see the sadness in his eyes… but you and he both knew. He had always known - he was a master manipulator after all. He could read you like a book even before this very moment, where you were wearing your heart on your sleeve.

“Should we do something?” Shalnark whispered to Chrollo. Chrollo said nothing for a moment, then let out a sigh, motioning to Machi and Kotorpi who had also approached.

“I have something to do,” he told Machi. “Take care of this,” he entrusted, his voice drained of any obvious emotion and once Machi nodded understanding, he went on his way. Watching you cry over Hisoka was too much, even for him.

Machi gave you a mildly exasperated but somewhat understanding look as she sidestepped the chunks of rubble you were still throwing haphazardly behind you as you searched desperately for Hisoka. You finally uncovered his body, and as your eyes settled on his disfigurement - burnt off nose and lips, the missing fingers of his left hand, and the right below-the-knee amputation - you could feel your heart breaking. 

You knelt beside his body, frozen in place and unsure of what to do next for the next few moments without disruption. Shalnark and Kortopi continued to watch on standby as Machi eventually decided you had had enough time to mourn and restrained you with Nen threads.

“It’s not worth it,” Machi said, in a soft but stern voice as she tightened the threads to pull your arms behind you. You wouldn’t have struggled against her anyway, the fight had been drained out of you. Still sobbing silently, you closed your eyes as Machi knelt around the other side of his body to inspect the corpse.

“I’ll stitch him up, then I’ll come along,” Machi stated aloud without looking at you or the other two Troupe members. Shalnark and Kotorpi exchanged a look of confusion, then shrugged.

“Do you want us to take her with us?” Shalnark asked, pointing to you, still staring absentmindedly at the ground before you, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’ll take care of everything,” Machi said, quickly, giving you a glance. You weren’t a threat… not in this state, at least.

Once Shalnark and Kotorpi were off, Machi got to work quietly, her eyes flitting up to you once in a while. 

“I warned him, but he didn’t listen,” she said, finally, her voice now less soft but accusatory. “I knew you didn’t care about him.” Him meaning Chrollo, evidently.

You said nothing, your distress overshadowing the guilt you felt. 

“You hurt Chrollo. It takes him a lot to trust, and you threw that way with no regards for him,” she continued.

“I-I…”

Before you could come up with a lame excuse, you and Machi were startled by a sudden surge of Nen coming from Hisoka’s body, and stared in shock as Hisoka’s body started to twitch, and then finally, he let out a loud cough before he sprang back to life before your very eyes.

“Hisoka!” you exclaimed, in awe, as he jumped to his feet, as though he was surprised himself by the fact that he had come back to life.

He looked around to see you, and his eyes trailed off and then he faced Machi.

“Was I… really just dead right now?” He asked her, looking at his hands. 

“Dead as disco,” Machi said, flatly, crossing her arms again, trying to hide her own mild relief. He let out a laugh, not taking the whole situation seriously himself. As he continued to speak to Machi only, pretending you weren’t there, it set in just how stupid you were.

He still didn’t care. You were as significant as a fly on the wall, even though you’d just risked your life and your future for him. Now you were going to be labeled as a traitor, and he wouldn’t give you the time of day. 

As he used his Texture Surprise to hide his extensive wounds, you got to your feet, your arms still bound to your side by Machi’s threads, and walked off.

“____,” he said, finally addressing you. “Where are you going, kitten?” 

You stopped in your tracks. Kitten, that’s what he called you when he used to love you. 

When you turned around to face you, he was back to his old, handsome self, and he smiled at you, a twinkle in his eyes.

“I always knew you were mine,” he said, in a smaller voice than usual. Machi took a look between you and him, then walked over to you.

“If you don’t need me anymore, ___ and I are leaving,” she said, the Nen threads that bound you and connected to her glinting under the building’s fluorescent light. “Next time, pick your battles better,” she said flippantly, turning her back on him.

“You’re right, Machi~. This time, I will make very sure my opponents can’t decide who it is or where they’ll have to fight,” he said, and suddenly right by you, restraining her from the back with Bungee Gum. 

“I’m talking about the Spiders,” he whispered in her ear. Machi threw you a glance immediately and released her Nen threads, knowing that she was trapped and would need your help to prevent Hisoka from cutting her down. 

“___!”

Your arms sprang free, but instead of striking Hisoka, you were shaken by the idea of injuring him again, after you’d literally just seen him die. 

You froze in place.

“___, what the fuck are you waiting for?!” Machi yelled, now at you, as Hisoka smiled, and took a step back.

 “___ and I will be leaving first,” he said, as he leisurely walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, while looking towards Machi with a devilish smile. “Would you pass this along to all the spiders for me? From now on, no matter where they go or whoever they’re with, I won’t stop until I’ve killed them all~”

With that declaration, on top of your betrayal, the severity of which worsening with every second, Machi was now enraged, cursing and screaming, losing composure as you had never seen before.

“DON’T YOU DARE FUCK AROUND WITH ME! I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF THIS VERY INSTANT!” She spat at Hisoka.

“AND YOU! YOU STUPID, TRAITOROUS BITCH!  YOU BETTER COUNT YOUR DAYS!”

Your stomach was flipping over and over again the more Machi yelled expletives in your direction. 

You had betrayed them after all the love Chrollo had given you, Machi’s begrudging acceptance and care, and the hard-earned respect of the rest of the troupe. 

But then you looked up at Hisoka, whose hand had traveled from the soft touch on your shoulder, and down your arm to hold your hand. He smiled back, and you remembered how much you missed him.

You were going to regret this decision sooner or later. But for now, it felt right, and you squeezed his hand back.

“I missed you,” you whispered, as the two of you left the Phantom Troupe behind, together.

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Unravel, Chapter 2/20

Work Summary :Antisepticeye has a plan to destroy Darkiplier, steal his power, and take over everything - and he might just succeed. What starts with Yandereplier going missing evolves into a messy web of betrayal and grief, of blood and tears, of old wounds and new faces. However this ends, Ego Inc. will never be the same again. Chapter Summary: Yandere’s disappearance doesn’t go unnoticed. Before long, a suspect emerges. Warnings: None

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No one realizes that anything happened during the storm until Chrome and Yancy come to Yandere’s room half an hour after the power comes back on. The thunder and lightning have abated into heavy rain, and Chrome and Yancy have resigned themselves to a night in.

“Yo, Yan, come hang out with us!” Yancy calls, knocking the door.

Nothing.

“He’s probably got his headphones on,” Chrome sighs, “He can never hear anything through those.” He raps the door so loud that Yancy jumps. “Yandere! Hey!”

Still nothing. Chrome frowns.

“Maybe he ain’t here?” Yancy suggests, “He might’ve tried to find us first.”

“We would’ve seen him already,” Chrome says, then calls, “We’re coming in.” He turns the doorknob. The door’s locked.

Yancy blinks. Chrome growls.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” Yancy asks, confused. “I know Yan doesn’t lock his door much, but–”

“Yandere never locks his door,” Chrome growls, “Not unless he’s changing or showering, and even then he sometimes forgets. Why would he ever lock his door during a storm like this? Something’s wrong.”

“So what do we–”

Once again Yancy is cut off, this time by Chrome kicking Yandere’s door open with a bang. Yancy yelps and puts his fists up, startled, as Chrome storms into the room.

Yandere isn’t there. The TV is on, with Netflix asking if Yandere’s still watching the anime that was playing. Looking deeper into the room shows that the attached bathroom is just as empty. Chrome even opens the closet, just to see, and finds nothing. Yancy wanders around the room before sitting on the bed to think.

“Weird,” Yancy says, “There’s no way Yandere could’ve left without using the door, unless…” He leans over and looks at Yandere’s bedroom window. “Nah, that ain’t been opened yet today, I can tell. Maybe…” He looks down at the floor, eyes sweeping over the carpet, even looks under the bed. “Nah, he didn’t dig nowhere, the carpet’s undisturbed. Or…” He goes along the walls, tapping and knocking. “Nah, he didn’t go through the walls, there’s no tunnels or passages or nothin’. Youse sure he ain’t just somewhere else? We ain’t seen ‘im in a few hours now, he could be anywheres.”

“I guess he could be somewhere around,” Chrome sighs, rubbing his neck, frustrated. “I just can’t shake the sense that something’s wrong. It feels…it feels off in here.”

“Whatcha mean?”

“It’s hard to explain, but…” Chrome looks at Yancy. “Have you ever touched the screen of an old TV and felt all the static around it?”

“Oh sure, Happy Trails ain’t upgraded its TVs since ‘92.”

“I feel like that, but all over.” Chrome shivers. “There’s static everywhere.” His gaze hardens. “There’s only one person who could’ve caused this.”

“Well, hold on now,” Yancy says, placating, “I don’t know who youse talkin’ about, but we can’t just jump to conclusions. Ain’t there a way we can find out for sure where he went?”

“The cameras,” Chrome answers immediately. “They shut down during the power outage, but they’re working now.”

“Youse guys keep tellin’ me this place is different from prison, but…” Yancy mumbles to himself as he follows Chrome out of Yandere’s room.

When they get to the control room, Google is there, finishing up security checks.

“Google,” Chrome says, “Can you help us? We’re looking for Yandere, but he’s not in his room.”

“You want to look through security footage? For that?” Google asks, deadpan.

“Something’s up, Google,” Chrome insists, “His bedroom door was locked, and the room was full of static.”

Google’s expression changes, and he immediately turns to the cameras. He looks through them all, and Chrome follows along with his eyes. They change too fast for Yancy’s human eyes to keep track of.

“So where’d he go?” he asks.

“Nowhere,” Chrome gasps.

“He’s not on any camera.” Google switches to the camera in Yandere’s room, starts rewinding footage. “If his door was locked, he was in his room at some point. I’m going to find out when he left it.”

The room stays empty, the only movement in the room is the raindrops hitting the window. There’s several seconds of blackness from the power outage messing up the camera, and then, just before it, Yandere is there, watching TV.

Google’s brow furrows, Chrome starts to look worried, Yancy is confused.

“How the…” he starts to ask, but trails off.

Google lets the footage play through. Past Yandere watches TV, perfectly content, then the screen blacks out from the outage, and when the camera resumes filming, no one is there. Google pours through footage from every camera in the minutes after the power returned, and Chrome looks too, both straining for any sight of Yandere, for any sound of his voice, for any flash of his red bangs. But there’s no sign of him.

Yandere has vanished.

Google goes back to the footage of Yandere in his room, turns up the audio, searches for clues. Once the audio is louder, all three people in the room can hear the static below the storm and the anime playing on the TV. Yancy is new, he’s never heard that static before, but Google and Chrome have.

Chrome’s expression falls. Google’s hardens.

“I’m informing Dark.” He pulls up a holographic screen, connects to the security footage, and downloads the relevant film. “You two don’t have to stay here, but be ready for Dark to find you and ask you questions.”

He leaves the room at a quick pace, leaving Chrome and Yancy alone. Chrome collapses into a chair. His hands are shaking.

“Is Yan…” Yancy begins, horribly confused but smart enough to know he should be worried. “Is Yan really just…gone?”

“Most likely,” Chrome says, voice quiet. He looks at Yancy. “Did Dark tell you about Antisepticeye when you first came here?”

“Oh!” Yancy gasps. “He did, but I…I just forgot. Ain’t never seen him or heard about him since Dark mentioned him.” He quiets as he remembers what he was told, how powerful and dangerous Anti is, how he must be avoided at all costs, how he lives to sow chaos, to ruin, to destroy, to kill. “And now…now he’s got Yandere?”

“There’s no solid sign of him,” Chrome admits, “But the static in the room, Yandere’s sudden disappearance during a blackout of all things…it all screams “Anti.”

After Dark learns of the situation from Google and listens to Chrome and Yancy’s side of things, he begins to think the same thing.

“Youse gonna call a meeting?” Yancy asks him, cautious and quiet.

Dark looks fit to reduce the entire building to rubble. His aura is barely contained, screaming and cracking and lashing out around him. His eyes shift from normal to black to normal again with every other blink.

“No,” Dark says, “I’m not going to waste time telling the others when I only need Wilford.” He turns to Google. “I’m getting Wilford and we’re going to Anti’s hideout to retrieve Yandere. Inform Dr. Iplier of the situation so he’s ready to heal Yandere if need be.”

Google nods and leaves. Dark turns to Chrome and Yancy. Yancy shrinks back. Chrome stands firm, too hollow to be intimidated by Dark now.

“You two are to keep this situation to yourselves. I do not wish to return to a building of panic. The others will be made aware of the situation when Wilford and I come back. Understood?”

“Y-Yes sir,” Yancy stammers.

“Yes,” Chrome answers, voice as dull as he feels.

With that, Dark teleports away to find Wilford.

Fortunately, Wilford’s in the first place Dark looks: In his studio, editing footage for a show.

“Hey, Darky, whatever this is, can it wait?” Wilford asks, not turning away from the computer. “I’m on a deadline.”

“No,” Dark growls, “It can’t.”

The tone of Dark’s voice gives Wilford pause. As much as he likes to tease Dark for being dramatic, he can tell when Dark is seriously angry or unnerved. Wilford swivels around in his desk chair to face Dark, and his eyes get a little wider at the look on Dark’s face, at the sight of his aura thrashing around him, threatening to rip apart.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

“Yandere’s missing.” Dark holds up a flash drive that Google gave him, full of copied security footage. “It looks like Anti took him.” Dark tosses the drive to Wilford, who catches it easily.

Wilford’s expression slingshots from shock to rage, his nostrils flare like an angry bull. He plugs the drive into his computer and watches the same footage that Dark already saw. Dark walks forward to stand behind him, and rewatching the footage of Yandere haplessly watching TV as static fills the air around him makes something go tight in Dark’s chest.

He doesn’t know what Anti could possibly want with Yandere, but he already knows it’s nothing good. Wilford seems to be thinking the same; his face gets redder and his frown gets deeper with every second of footage he watches. He listens to the same static Dark did, watches the footage go dark, sees it come back to an empty room.

“He’s really gone?” Wilford asks, accent vanished. “He’s nowhere in the building?”

“No,” Dark says, “Google checked every camera, and his friends haven’t seen him.”

Wilford stands from his desk chair, rolls his neck, cracks his knuckles. His eyes are bright pink to complement Dark’s pitch black.

“I’m going to shoot a hole through every disgusting pixel on that glitch,” Wilford growls. His hand is already twitching for his gun.

“I’ll hold him down for you,” Dark replies. His aura flashes and snaps, out for blood.

The two nod and disappear from the room.

[agentbarton12]

Old People Teenager Watchers

A/N: gonna be completely honest and tell you that i forgot i hadnt finished posting this. like, its been done and ive writen it but i completely fogot i had to post it. anyway, here you go!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

—

the invitation — 6

Teenagers, in Tony's opinion, are the strangest breed of people. He’s pretty sure when he hired one, he was not hiring their mood swings, rebellious tendencies and relationship problems as well, but, it seems “you can’t get one without the other” or something dumb like that.

Tony liked to believe that over the last three odd years, he had gotten better at handling teenagers, but apparently not.

Truly, he was too old for this. He needed to fill in his formal Teenage Babysitter Resignation forms and hand them in to the board of Old People Teenager Watchers (“Parents, Tones. They’re called parents.”).

When Steve told Tony what that idiot Peter was thinking of doing, Tony's knee-jerk reaction was to say no. But then he thought about it and sighed.

A heavy sigh.

Not because he was worried, or because he thought it was a bad idea, no, Tony was apprehensive because it would work. Like, it really would. And Tony knew that the only way it would, was if he helped.

And then he sighed again.

Despite this, Tony agreed to help because he thought he should. He thought Peter was on to something and he really needed a reason not to be mad at him anymore. Nearly everyone had gotten over Peter’s idiocy, if only because MJ did, and had moved past it. Tony tried to, but he couldn’t because Peter kept looking at MJ like the sun and the moon shone out of her eyes.

It was disgusting.

And endearing.

But mainly the first one.

The only problem with this staring was that Peter seemed unaware he was doing it. He had convinced himself that he liked Gwen and not MJ and now, refused to admit that he was being dumb.

Okay, okay, he used to refuse to admit that he was being dumb.

Because this was the whole reason of the plan. After an eye-opening conversation with literally ever woman in Peter’s life (Pepper, May, Nat, Wanda, Laura, Shuri, Hope, Jane, Darcy, Carol, Valkyrie, Okoye, Christine, hell, even those Guardians touched down on Earth for a while to give him advice), he spoke with Gwen who, surprisingly wasn’t upset at all. No, no, she was not. In fact, she came up with most of the logistics of the plan. Tony actually took a liking to her eventually. After he got past the fact that Peter claimed to like her, she turned out to be a really nice girl, and if MJ didn’t exist, he wouldn’t mind Peter dating her.

But, MJ did exist and now Tony had been tasked with the impossible feat of getting MJ to the tower. It was impossible because no one — not even Pepper on a bad day — could get her to do something she didn’t want to do. And since it was seven o’clock on a Thursday night, Tony knew she wouldn’t want to leave her bed.

Emmjaaay

Emmmjaaayyy, hurry up and get to the tower!

It’s an emergency!

Ned’s in trouble!! Come nowww!!!ii

Emmjaay

[video attached] he looks fine to me

TonyMan

Uhh...

Emmjaaay

also you text like a child

also also im curious as to why youd lie to get me out of bed on a thursday, so ill be there

tell the babysitter to pick me up

TonyMan

Auto-correct, MJ.

Please.

The video was a screen recording of a Snapchat Story Ned posted. It showed him, Sam and Thor sitting on pool chairs with sunglasses on, and the caption was literally, Living the trouble-free life.

Tony really needed to make sure he and Ned were on the same page before he did something.

He was surprised when MJ agreed to come over, but decided not to think too much about it and sent Happy to pick her up. He complied, grumpily, but complied nonetheless.

He told everyone of the success of his mission, but instead of being greeted with thankful hearts, everyone started running around trying to get everything in order, which just confused Tony because as far as he was concerned, the plan was just get MJ to the Tower so Peter could do whatever it was he was going to do. There was literally no reason for everyone to act like they were planning a wedding.

When MJ arrived, Peter took her up to the roof and everybody, like, everybody ran up to the common room and asked FRIDAY for the security footage on the roof with sound.

The Avengers and Avengers Children sat around and on the couch for a clear view of the holographic screen that was being projected up. They could see them standing on the roof. MJ, once again, was not wearing her own clothes and had put on a sweater she stole from Bruce and basketball shorts that could’ve either been Sam’s, Peter’s or Thor's. Her back was to Peter and Tony could feel how much he wanted to reach out and hug her.

“So, did you bring me out here to murder me or for the view?” MJ asked not turning back to look at Peter.

“Uh, yeah, it’s a killer view,” he responded, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

She turned to him slightly. “That was so achingly lame, my dad turned over groaning in his grave.”

He chuckled nervously. “Peter Parker: Dad Joke Extraordinaire,” he tipped an imaginary hat.

She held his gaze for a few seconds, before looking away. “Idiot.” Peter just smiled at her back and looked at for far longer than what was deemed ’friendly’.

“Oh, god,” Sam groaned.

“This is gonna take way longer if he keeps doing that,” Bucky muttered, rubbing his beard in frustration.

They stopped their mutterings when Peter spoke. “I am. An idiot. I am an idiot.” MJ gave him the slightest of gazes, before training her eyes on the skyline in front of her. “A huge one,” he went on, “for not telling you I love you too.”

The eyes of the Avengers widened and Thor choked on his Pop Tart. Tony remembered that they never really got an explanation for MJ's behavior all those weeks ago and this is the first time they’re hearing this.

“I'm sorry, but when did MJ tell him that she loves him? How did I miss this? Why did no one tell me this?” Wanda was rambling at this point and no one shushed her because she was voicing their thoughts. As if she had a revelation, she gasped and said, “Was it that night MJ — ?”

“ — Shh!” Natasha said, as MJ started speaking.

“Yeah, you did. Remember, when you then proceeded to ask Gwen out?” Peter gulped at the memory.

“Excuse me, what?” Steve asked the screen. The common room erupted in noise as everyone started yelling about how they needed to know things like these. Tony looked over at Gwen who was sitting on the floor and saw Ned put a reassuring arm on her shoulders.

Peter took a breath. “That’s what makes me an idiot. I should’ve told you before. Like, two-years-ago before. Because I’ve loved you for, like, ever, but me, being the idiot I am, didn’t realise it.

“I knew I liked you, but when Gwen came and I liked her, I thought that meant I liked her more, I guess. But, that night outside my room, I fell in love with you all over again, because you continued to put what you thought was what I wanted as your top priority. Even if it was hurting you.” Peter took a breath. The whole common room was on the edge of their seats and Tony was pretty sure that Bucky had gotten FRIDAY to Skype it to Wakanda where Shuri and her brother were no doubt watching.

“The past few weeks have sucked so much because I realised just how much I adored you. Like, sometimes it gets physically painful to breathe whenever I think about you and Tony has told me so many times how disgusting it is when I look at you like you’re the only person in the world. And I’m trying, MJ, but, honestly, I still haven’t figured out how sit across from you and not be madly in love you with everything you do.

“This is more an apology than anything else, because I hurt you and I was an idiot and you deserve better than that.”

“…I taught him that,” Sam said after a moment or two of utter silence in the common room.

“Shut. Up,” Clint said hitting him in the head.

“If that is true, Son of Wil, you did a mighty excellent job at teaching the Man of Spiders how to woo the ladies,” Thor said.

MJ looked at him for the first since his speech. “Now what?” Peter looked stunned. “I’m not about to jump into your arms because you said all that, because that’s some dumb, cliché romcom BS and I ain’t about that.”

“Yes, girl!” Shuri yelled from the other end of the call.

“And you hurt me. Like, a lot. Like, I was pretty sure that at some point, Scott was gonna kill you. But, I’m not going to stand here and say that I don’t love you either, because I’m not a liar. I do love you. But, I hate you too. So, this…thing, it’s moving at my pace, how I say it will, got that?”

Peter nodded mutely, a large grin slowly gracing his features. “You see all that cute poetry junk you just spewed a moment ago? Yeah, you should stop that. I might actually end up liking you.”

Peter grinned evilly. “Oh? So I probably shouldn’t tell you that you’re the last thing I think of before I close my eyes?”

“Smooth,” Clint said, nodding slightly. Thor silently gave Sam a fist bump.

MJ's eyes crinkled and her mouth twitched ever so slightly, an almost smile. “No,” she said, “you shouldn’t 'cause that’s just creepy.”

“I love you,” Peter said breathlessly.

“It’s like you want me to break up with you.”

Peter shrugged. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. “I love you,” he said again with her face inches away from his.

“Stop.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You know why? Because I do. I love you.” He looked her in the eye before turning away and yelling into the night, “I love Michelle Jones!”

She punched him in the arm. “Don’t make me regret hugging you.”

“But you’re not — ”

He was silenced by her crashing into him and he stood stunned for less than a second, before he wrapped his arms around her and he settled his head in the crook of her neck due to the height difference.

“YES!” the common room erupted into cheers as everyone, everyone stood up in excitement. Scott called Hope and told her everything. Clint, followed his lead and phoned Laura to update her on the newest development. Hugs were given and tears were shed.

They all decided to stick around just in case something…interesting happened and so they remained in the common room.

Tony thought he’d hang onto his position in the Old People Teenager Watchers Committee just a little longer.

“How long do you think they’re gonna stay in the common room watching us before they realise that we’re trolling them and aren’t planning on leaving until they do?” MJ asked Peter as they remained hugging on the roof.

“Dunno. They like snooping. Probably waiting for us to kiss or something.”

MJ stayed silent. Then, “We should have sex. Give them something to watch, y'know?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Wh-What?”

Tony jumped up and told FRIDAY to connect him to the roof speakers. “You two get off that roof right now, or so help me I will ban you from looking at each other. Get down. Now.”

The last thing he heard from the two was MJ's cackling as they got off the roof. And the cackling of his fellow teammates.

Never mind, Tony was resigning.

[ellynxcos]

ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FOR THE ASK MEME. ALL OF THEM. Or just 90-100, you know, whichever you prefer ;P

SCREECHES SUMMER WYD 

but nah that’s fine like I said I am b o r e d

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?

Yes cries a lovely wonderful girl let me die

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

UH lol idk it depends on the day? Some days I feel really petty about it and other days I don’t care so much.

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

my mind says ‘cats’ but my twitter feed says ‘nyah’ and i cry. that and :3c which like. is all Fox so i blame you

4: what’s something you really want right now?

5: are you afraid of falling in love?

 LOL NAH FAM

6: do you like the beach?

yes!! I love the beach, specifically east coast beaches because the water is actually warm enough to swim in 

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

no but i wouldn’t mind it if it were a significant other. like idk why but i’ve thought about it before, and i don’t mind being that close to ppl i’m dating

8: what’s the background on your cell?

A really generic apple-provided bg because I have too many apps to see the bg anyway rip

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?

this question confuses me. straight up. idk what its asking name the beds????

10: do you like your phone?

yes

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?

no, but not in a bad way i guess

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

UH okay I so rarely add numbers to my phone Idk how to answer this lol. Probably someone from work tho. OR NO MY FRIEND SARAH PROBABLY

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?

Rottweiler 

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

Emotional. 

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

The zoo! I love animals, fam

16: are you tired?

ALJSDLKJSDF FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE??? NO, NO I AM NOT TIRED

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?

i mean my first was probably my mom so

18: are they a relative?

my mOM

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

lol no never the fuck

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

lmao years. but i. need to chANGE THAT I AM NEEDY AND SAD

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

yeah, sure

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

no the last person i kissed was a dude

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

one bracelet and one hair tie

24: is there a certain quote you live by?

not really

25: what’s on your mind?

mostly my gf

26: do you have any tattoos?

just one, i want more

27: what is your favorite color?

oh god don’t ask me this. i like dark shades of almost every color? the only colors I really don’t like are orange and yellow. idk yellow is okay sometimes. i don’t like pastels much

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

RIP IDK MAN BUT I HOPE SOON???? I JUST. RLLY WANT TO KISS HER

29: who are you texting?

usually my mom, roommate, and gf

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

no

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

yeah, i’m sure everyone’s been there a time or two

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

yes

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?

i sURE HOPE SO jk jk i know someone does

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

yeah

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

....okay???? idc???

36: were you single on valentines day?

nope!

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?

no

38: what do your friends call you?

Ellie

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?

lmao ya

40: have you ever cried over a text?

lmao ya fam i cry over everything

41: where’s your last bruise located?

shIN. it happened last night OTL

42: what is it from?

so one of my roommate left a cookie sheet on the fuckin stove top (IT’S BEEN THERE FOR FUCKIN D A Y S) and i was trying to get FOOD off the stove and my elbow knocked it and it tumbled to the floor and hit me right in the fuckin shin iM STILL MAD ABOUT IT

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

lmao probably yesterday lbr

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?

my mom

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

not really, i used to tho

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

lmao no if i’m having a bad hair day y’all are the ones who gotta see it, not me

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?

no i get too cold with a full head of hair for that shit

48: do you make supper for your family?

no i hate cooking fuckin gOD

49: does your bedroom have a door?

i won’t live in a room that doesn’t have a door

50: top 3 web-pages?

tumblr, twitter, and probably ebay/amazon. or twitch lately

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?

ya

52: does anything on your body hurt?

my fucKIN SHIN

53: are goodbyes hard for you?

yes

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

hell if i know

55: how is your hair?

a wreck. it desperately needs to be re-dyed

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?

lay in bed lol

57: do you think two people can last forever?

yes of course

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?

lMAO NO I DON’T GOTTA THINK VERY HARD

59: green or purple grapes?

GREEN

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?

i don’t know and i hate that i don’t know. i know my family in May but like. hopefully sooner than that 

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

ye

62: when will be the next time you text someone?

probably like 5 minutes

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?

asleep, hopefully

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.

woRKIN 

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?

this time last year i liked the same person i like now ;))))

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

YE!!! aaaaaaaaa

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?

no i wISH

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

‘gee i sure hope this anti depressant doesn’t fuck me up’ along with ‘why are my roommates so loud’

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

lol ya who hasn’t

70: how many windows are open on your computer?

TOO MANY DON’T ASK ME THIS

71: how many fingers do you have?

10 (fun fact i almost typoed this for 19)

72: what is your ringtone?

my volume is never on i don’t even remember LMAO

73: how old will you be in 5 months?

25, but turning 26 later that month

74: where is your mum right now?

home in Oregon

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

reasons i’m not willing to air on Tumblr lol

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

no unfortunately 

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

ye!!

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

uh yeah lol how unfortunate

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?

yes

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

ye!!! i miss it

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?

ONE, YO

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

no

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?

PROBS

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

no one b/c i don’t do that shit b/c I’M NOT A HEATHEN

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

i mean, it depends on the drug. if it was just pot i wouldn’t have a problem w/ it as long as it didn’t rule her life. harder stuff is a no

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

nothing really. i didn’t love the movie and i was bored

87: who was your last received call from?

my mom

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

uh no i don’t think so just reading that made me cringe

89: what is something you wish you had more of?

time and money

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?

yeeeep

91: do you sleep with your window open?

sometimes when it gets hot 

92: do you get along with girls?

lol yes??

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

ehhhhh she doesn’t need to know

94: does sex mean love?

nah

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

no it’d just be awkward as hell lol

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

nope

97: did you sleep alone this week?

sigh yes sadly

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

yes i DO!!!

99: do you believe in love at first sight?

not really i guess, but like the second i saw this girl i knew she was special

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?

i don’t remember lmao

[queenieskamander]

Killjoys, make some noise -Ch.2

Gang/post-apo!AU (requested)  

Member: Jimin (mention of other members)  

Genre: Fluff. Smut, a little bit of everything…

Sumarry: This AU is based around the lives of the “Killjoys”, a group of rebellious rogues living in a post-apocalyptic Seoul. The Killjoys are a group of outlaws who are fighting against the evil corporation Better Living Industries (BL/ind.) and its various “Draculoids” and executors, such as Korse.

Prologue    Ch.1 

It is a time to start a new life

Jimin’s p.o.v

I was awakened by a loud noise, something like a school bell. After a while I heard a very familiar female voice.   -Hey, wake up! You have one hour to get ready. Your first class is in the hall downstairs. Come one!!- She said briskly I opened my eyes, muttering something. I got up slowly, looking around me. My room wasn’t very big, but bright and clean. Just enough space for two people.   Jungkook dragged himself from his bed, tiresomely opening his suitcase and taking some clothes from it. -Im going first to the bathroom, ok?- He wasn’t really waiting for me to answer. I brushed my hair with my fingers, making even bigger mess on my head. I went to the window, pulling the blinds. I opened the balcony door and I went outside. I felt dry and crispy air. I leaned against the railing, looking at view in front of me. Maybe we were on the desert, but there were a lot of plants (trees, flowers, shrubs, grass). My eyes caught disputes pool and sunbeds,tables with chairs, large stone grill around it. However, there was a designated area for volleyball and football. It felt like a holiday resort by the sea. On the left and on the right side stretched balconies. Tae and Y/N had a room on the right side from us.   -Jimin, we must go now. We still need to eat something.- My brother said with a big smile on his face. Its not like I need to go to bathroom too… It is a Time to start a new life All ‘students’ were standing next to a big doors. We hoped that we came to the right place. Nobody here was  eager to explain anything to us . Exactly when the clock struck nine, the door opened. We saw a well known blond lady, she was wearing bright pink t-shirt and ripped, skinny jeans.   -Hello, you can come inside- She said happily as she went straight to her desk- First of all, you have to choose a partner with whom you will be sit- she continued- BUT, You cant sit with you room-mate- class became quite again- Stop looking at me like than, you need know each other better. Come one, I do not have all day- I looked around me How Im going to choose a partner when I dont know people here… -Jungkook…   -Tea…- Great, even my brother found partner. Wait…How could I forgot about Taehyung and his sister?   -Hey Jimin, do you want to be my partner?- That voice…so beautiful… It took me a while to realized that was Y/N. -Yeah…Sure-  Just dont do anything stupid -Great- did she just smirked at me? -Hello everybody- Stella said to us, again…- My name is Toxic Poison- Everybody were surprised, including me- And no, this is not my real name. This is a nickname- no shit Sherlock- You need to choose a nickname for you. You must forget you real name- She looked at us sternly. No one dared to speak. She wasn’t joking. -For your safety, and for safety of you family -How forgetting our name is going to help?- The girl with dark-red hair asked shyly. From what I associate, her name was Minji. Shit. We have to forget our names -Better Living is dangerous place, but government is even more dangerous- Toxic Poison explained, walking around us.Everybody were looking at her- If they will find out your identity,they might arrest your families or…even kill them-  She stopped for a second- Thats why you need your nicknames. Something short and catchy, easy to remember. Understood? - Everybody were quite, listening her carefully- I asked about something. Understood? -Yes!!- Everybody said at the same time. 90% of people here, looked like a typical punks. Born to fight against government. -Good…tomorrow, you have to come in with you new name-She looked around the room with warmer look that before.-And now, please tell me…How do you understand words ‘Art is weapon’?-   Art is weapon? I thought. Suddenly I remembered that I saw this slogan over the main entrance. I raised my hand shyly, feeling the startled eyes of Stella and a few other people. -Yes?- -I think…word 'weapon’ is a…a metaphor.- I said slowly- Better living have their 'perfect system’, exactly how they want. Everything is monotonous. Even their uniforms are the same.  They are white without any dirt on it. Art is an opposite of it. Expressing of your feelings, using your imagination, do not caring about the opinion of others…- I shrugged my shoulders-  It might be use an a weapon against BL. At least I think so. -  Toxic smiled and me widely -Thats right Jimin- I looked at her with a surprise- What? You should believe in yourself more- She laughed- Coming back to the art, thats why we asked you to bring with you things related to arts…Please develop your skills in your free time. You have to have a lot of imagination to fight against the Better Living. -So we are going to fight?- Boy with green hair asked, narrowing his eyes -Some of you…yes- Toxic said looking at all of us- We will selecting you according to your your results, performance and behavior. I should take couple of weeks. Exercises, theoretical lessons, practical lessons…- We all straightened up, hearing about the “practical lessons.” The girl with dark blue hair raised her hand -Yes?- -why were we chosen?- that was a good question. I was thinking about it couple of times-First of all, we were looking for teenagers which could come here without arousing suspicion- Toxic immediately explained. I think she was ready to give an answer to every question- But  we could take everybody. I know i might sound weird, but we know about you more that you can expect- She smiled mysteriously and I felt anxiety.- We looked also at your assessment and behaviour, but in the school they have a different appreciation than here. We need a rebellious people who want to re-build the old system and who are not afraid of danger. -Apparently we will have here a normal lessons here- said the blue haired boy, probably Brandon. - If I will  have insufficient assessment of maths, you are going to punish me by making me to write 100 times 'I will be a better student’?- he mocked. Toxic did not seem to be  surprise about his comment. -No, it would be a waste of time. You wont write a single word. - she said, smiling at him- The punishment for unacceptable behaviour, or very bad academic results will be, for example…-she wondered- Taking away a laser gun, ban on driving, ban going out on a mission…- She began to exchange. All were silent, looking at her. Her coral lips twitched into a smile again. -Before I will let you go, I want to raise another topic concerning art. Jimin come here.- She looked in my direction. Surprised, I got up from the place and went to her, standing in front of all gathered.- This clothes- She pointed at my black clothes- Are unaccepted -Excuse me?- I asked, slightly confused. Why she is doing this to me… -'Art is a weapon’, Jimin- She said slowly and distinctly, later bursting into laughter.- You have to be dressed colourfully. I hope this is note a problem for you-We all looked at each other smiling foolishly-We have a few types of hair dyes, some different materials, sewing machines. You will find something for you. The basics are explained, the rest of the day you have free. If you have questions, come to me. In the meantime, look around the centre. Of course you can enjoy all the attractions: swimming, volleyball, football, everything what you will find. The whole area is at your disposal. You can go now.- People started to get up from their places- I’ll see you tomorrow, in front of the main entrance, also at nine. Your homework is to work on the style and come up with a nickname- She smiled at us widely- Have a nice day, Killjoys.-What do you think about all of it?- Y/N asked few hours later, when we were all sitting in the canteen, lazily taking food out of cans.  BL controlled even what we were eating. Idiots.- These guns sound … wow. Amazing…- She said appreciatively. Some hair agreed with her, nodding. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. -I don’t know..- I said doubtfully- Guns … I do not think they give us real guns…- - And why not?- Brandon asked, looking at me like an idiot.- We have to fight with them. We are not going to beat them by showing them our drawing or playing guitar- He laughed           -Stop- I snapped- You would be able to kill a man? -Draculoids are not people, and you know that- Tae said- But I agree with you, it is easy to kill anyone. -It sounds to me more and more like a fucking, suicide mission- I heard Kookie who was sitting next to Taehyung- The longer im here, the more I gain certainty that he would never return home. -You are right…- Minji murmured- Better Living probably soon will know all about us and…they might kill us…Thats got it will end- She throw her legs on the table- But I’m staying here anyway- She said with determined voice- I have no home to go back. They killed my family… -Minji…- Y/N spoke gently, after a while of silence. -Shhhh, I just want you to know that Better Living kills people- She looked at us seriously  and then he stared at me- So yes, Jimin, I think I’d be able to kill Draculoid -If you put it that way…-I murmured -YESSS!!!- Eunji scream with Joohyun- We will Destroy Better Living, they have no chance with us!! Will kill Korse? -YESS!!!- Everybody were busy screaming some random slogan. Only me and Y/N we quiet.  

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