#i never say it. amino instincts

[reesescuffs]

I used to go on quotev all the time when j was 10/11 years old (i put ago on acciden. I am not that old. I was a small child then.), and I blame it to this day for the reason I turned out how I did

5th grade me had no business reading fanfics and taking sans au quizzes (the sleepover ones hold a special place in my heart (I kinda hate them)) on that site

[hellsite-proteins]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo. /copypasta

i did recognize the copypasta by the second sentence or so but i do appreciate you clarifying as well, because this is how the notification first appeared:

and i was worried that i had put out a truly despicable hot take on one of my terrible structures

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

WhatthefckdidystfckingsayatmeylittleitchIllhaveyknwIgradatedtpfmyclassintheNavySealsandIveeeninvlvedinnmerssecretraidsnAlQaedaandIhavevercnfirmedkillsIamtrainedingrillawarfareandImthetpsniperintheentireSarmedfrcesYarenthingtmetstanthertargetIwillwipeythefcktwithprecisinthelikesfwhichhasnevereenseenefrenthisEarthmarkmyfckingwrdsYthinkycangetawaywithsayingthatshittmevertheInternetThinkagainfckerAswespeakIamcntactingmysecretnetwrkfspiesacrsstheSAandyrIPiseingtracedrightnwsyetterpreparefrthestrmmaggtThestrmthatwipestthepatheticlittlethingycallyrlifeYrefckingdeadkidIcaneanywhereanytimeandIcankillyinversevenhndredwaysandthatsstwithmyarehandsNtnlyamIetensivelytrainedinnarmedcmattIhaveaccessttheentirearsenalfthenitedStatesMarineCrpsandIwillseittitsflletenttwipeyrmiseraleassffthefacefthecntinentylittleshitIfnlyycldhaveknwnwhatnhlyretritinyrlittleclevercmmentwasattringdwnpnymayeywldhaveheldyrfckingtngetycldntydidntandnwyrepayingthepriceygddamniditIwillshitfryallveryandywilldrwninitYrefckingdeadkidd

protein guy analysis:

in light of my recent post about intrinsically disordered proteins and aggregation, i am trying really hard to ignore the instincts that are telling me how terrible this looks. the loops aren't even pretending to interact with each other, and the secondary structures are small and scattered. the good news is that this probably can't aggregate since it can't stick to anything, but it still has a long way to go. to me, the suspiciously straight loop around the front of the structure is also an immediate red flag, as it matches a row of cis bonds, but given that this thing would not have a stable crystal structure anyways, it doesn't actually matter

predicted protein structure:

[gaoau]

sulfur

tria prima warnings — none. word count — 857

prev.

when he hears the water moving, Albedo looks up from his sketchbook, pencil in hand. a smile tugs at his lips as he notices [Name]'s arms are nearly full while they return from their trip underwater. he turns back to his drawing, listening to the sound of their footsteps approaching on the snow. they kneel by their discarded satchel to start drying off before the freezing temperature consumes them (and to make sure they don't drip water on Albedo's paper again).

mask off and dry clothes, [Name] lays their findings on a spare towel and leaves them to dry. they hum curiously, glancing at Albedo's sketch as his hand skillfully runs along the paper, graphite and pressure in the right places with careful strokes. "the spine was curved upwards some more. do you think you can—?"

"like this?" before they manage to even finish their thoughts, Albedo fixes the structure of the animal [Name] has been playing with all afternoon. he doesn't get to see anything they do with his own eyes, so he trusts their memory and translates it onto paper to the best of his abilities. he tilts the drawing towards them for them to take a better look.

with a weightless smile on their lips, they take a seat by his side, pressing their shoulder against his in search for nonexistent warmth. "yeah, that's perfect." they bring their knees up to their chest as they rub their hands together. they breathe into their palms, "hopefully, next time it decides to play around with me again." they offer him a simper, a childlike glint in their eyes at the prospect of a new opportunity to explore the depths of the waters.

because Albedo knows, there's only two things that fascinate them enough to have them always coming back for more; him and the rest of the world.

he can't say he finds it taxing to spare some of his own leisure time to keep them company during their spontaneous expeditions. it doesn't matter if it takes them months or hours to decide to dive back down into the ocean, their absence never means they're gone. it's impossible for [Name] to lose connection with him.

the cold doesn't bother either of them very much, but Albedo has noticed [Name]'s tolerance is lower. he tugs his gloves off and takes it upon himself to warm their hands up, making sure they wear them properly. [Name] smiles gratefully at him. "you don't have a soul, do you?" they wonder out loud as per usual, because they can tell.

Albedo blinks with raised brows, processing their question. [Name] can tell, he doesn't burn the same way they and the rest of the world do.

they gently brush some strands of hair off his eyes. "not that there's anything wrong with that, but i've been wondering for a while." it's fascinating, if anything. from the keratin in his hair to the amino acids in his code and every building block that makes him what he is; however similar, it is not the same. something like the soul is essential for life, yet he has none.

he hums in contemplation. a soft smile pulls on his lips. "do you believe the soul is real?"

"i know it's real." from smelling wildflowers to touching creatures underwater to holding hands with humans, every living organism has a semblance of warmth. if anyone would know, it's [Name], with their own experiments of life. "it's material and a bright yellow color for everyone and everything. it burns like sulfuric acid on your skin."

it's certainly difficult to feel anything at all through gloved fingers, but [Name] doesn't need skin contact to know Albedo lacks that core warmth the whole galaxy happens to overflow with. they reach their palm up to his face, brushing their thumb over his cheek. his eyes close on instinct.

[Name]'s voice lowers into a whisper, data on their papers they don't want to share with anyone else, "the soul is what burns—different from the spirit. that's why we feel warm inside or our chest tightens. it's the principle of combustibility."

a faint chuckle tumbles from his lips. Albedo opens his eyes once more to find theirs. "then i suppose there's no point arguing with you that i do have a soul." he takes their hand in his, cold fingers intertwining with warm ones like puzzle pieces.

[Name] laughs, too, their breath condensing in the air. through their own hypotheses and experiments, they've found someone like Albedo, and through him, they've found a lack of soul is much more interesting. they can hardly complain he's empty. it's much more fulfilling to have something so unusual in the palm of their hands, something that no one else has the opportunity to investigate and learn about like they do.

Albedo's life and essence—all of him inside and out, no matter how cold and void, it's only for [Name] to explore.

note — ive played a total of one hour of genshin and didnt even meet venti let alone albedo but scientists and nojima kenji am i right anyway a few things to understand my scientific metaphors and that intp rizz acting up. alchemical symbols were like code for elements and shit back when alchemy was banned :call me emoji: so the sun for example refers to gold. theres this thing called tria prima or three primes which is like these are the three bases that everything else is made up of: soul (sulfur), spirit (mercury), and body (salt). cinnabar is a pretty red rock, its mercury ore, if you grind that shit into powder you get vermillion pigment, but since its mercury, that shits mad toxic, so its manufactured synthetically now. live and learn. youd know this if youd watched drstone. also mercury can be turned into gold through neutron bombardment but the pieces of gold that that produces are all radioactive so. regarding the ultra violet light thing, when electricity is passed through mercury vapor, it produces short wave uv light (which we all know it aint visible), but that shit reacting with phosphor causes fluorescence, which is how fluorescent lighting works.  in terms of salt. basic chemistry. anions are ions with negative charge, cations are ions with positive charge, and when those shits mix they make a chemical compound with no net charge called salt. i didnt think id need to explain this but someone didnt know this stuff so here we are. remember all table salt is the chemical compound known as salt but not all salts are table salt. last sulfur. uh. sulfur is naturally a bright yellow crystal compound thingy like thats its natural form. i dont believe in the soul and i just wrote this for the pretty alchemist with a metaphorical approach surrounding alchemical concepts so tbh im making shit up as i go. but since sulfur is yellow, souls are yellow. sulfur is also essential for life we learned this in school kids come on. its in amino acids, thats the base of bases for everything honestly anyway thats that. im not saying albedo is heartless and soulless and freak 🫵, im just saying bros built different cause he do be and i love him for that good for him. youre welcome drink water have day (i will never do this again)

—あごす (agosu) • 2023

[botanicalbard]

Okay, Okay normally I don’t post my witting on tumblr but I’m really proud of my Fic for the BG3 amino Halloween competition plus what I did is so tumblr coded. So I have to post it here For context my prompts was: “You walk into a trap, uh oh! Each of the companions must spin the wheel and have a unfortunate fate bestowed upon them, what those fates are will be up to you.” An I made them Horrid little fates based on cranewives songs. Excuse the formatting as this is copy and pasted straight from my google doc with no regard for how well it will transfer.

“Chk, I have no desire to participate in any activity as frivolous as a ‘girls' night.’” Lae’zel huffs in annoyance glaring at where Shadowheart was doing Karlach’s makeup to avoid the undignified but adorable puppy eyes her leader was giving her. Jubilee chuckles, “Come on, it's a tradition here in Faerûn, and how would we ever survive without you?” She says, nudging her lightly. She’d meant it as a silly little call back to Lae’zel’s favorite objection to being left but all three of the other women cringed and over the tadpole, Jubilee saw the image of herself collapsing on the floor of Shar’s temple.

“Fine.” Lae’zel hisses, “But, I’m not subjecting myself to any of that ridiculous war paint,” gesturing to the makeup in Shadowheart’s hands.

“It’s not you know what never mind,” Shadowheart says and shakes her head knowing better than to argue with Lae’zel.

Jubilee was ecstatic and pressed a brief kiss on Lae’zel’s cheek, “Thanks you’re the best.”

“I know,” Lae’zel answers flatly, relishing the jealous look Shadowheart gave her so much that she decided whatever frivolous activities she would be dragged through would be more than worth it.

“Easy soldiers,” Karalch says, noticing the silent exchange of expressions that Jubilee was too thrilled to notice.

Jubilee sits cuddling up to Shadowheart as she begins working on her own makeup, quickly not wanting to test Lae’zel’s patience or risk her backing out. Once they were done preening as Lae’zel called it the women began the walk from camp, Karlach bounding ahead, Shadowheart and Jubilee walked hand and hand not far behind whispering sweet nothings at each other while Lae’zel brought up the rear watching all of them with a gaze that was far more protective than she’d ever admit even to herself. The four women didn't make it to the city proper as Karlach found a small tent that had set up the sign above the flap that read The Wheel of Fate.

Lae’zel hisses at it, something in her instincts warning her about whatever lay in the tent.

“Come on, we should go and give it a spin. What's the worst that could happen? We get more doomed?” Karlach jokes.

The two women both looked at the couple expecting them to take sides, Jubilee lovingly twirled the silver braid between her fingers and looked at her beloved, “Well what do you think, my heart?”

Shadowheart squints at it, they'd walked this path a lot and it was a little suspicious a tent had suddenly appeared along it, however, her desire to spite Lae’zel won out and she says, “It’s just a silly carnival game, seems harmless enough,” and holds the tent flap open for all of them.

An old woman with a rickety wooden wheel sits in the tent and she smiles as the four women crowd in there is barely room in the tent. The wheel has various symbols painted on it: a mouth, a moon, a songbird, an anchor, a knife, a rose, a hand, a coyote, a wedding gown, and more decorated the wheel. “Welcome in, dears, spin my wheel: it won’t tell you your future but it will tell you the kind of person you're fated to be,” creaks an old voice that feels eerily familiar.

Jubilee chuckles, “Sounds complicated but I’ll give it a shot.” She says and gives the wheel a spin and it lands on the little songbird.

The woman laughs cruelly, “Canaries, darling little birds, that are only allowed to live as long as they are useful to miners.” She says and in a flash, Jubilee is gone. Weapons were quickly drawn and the old woman crackled, growing into a hag laughing, “The lot of you killed my dear sister Ethel now the lot of you have a choice: let me take this one of yours or all of you face a punishment from my wheel,” she demanded.

Shadowheart steps forward frantically spinning the wheel immediately desperate to save the woman she loves and hers lands on the anchor.

“Anchors, great burdens, you're a greater one.” The hag snarls and Shadowheart vanishes.

“I’ll conquer your challenge and then pay for this chaith,” Lae’zel hisses back just as fiercely, meeting the gaze of the hag and spinning the wheel it landed on a hand.

The hag cracked a grin “Well, darling you bit the hands that feeds and it can slap back.” And Lae’zel vanishes.

Karlach steps up spinning the wheel with enough force that it should’ve broken off its hinges and it stops on the mouth. Karlach looks at the hag expecting an insult or a threat the way the others had gotten the hag looks her in the eyes “You’ve got enough words where you're going you don't need mine,” she answers and Karlach vanishes.

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Karlach blinks she’s somewhere, in a stone chamber with no doors, walls, or windows she takes it in running her fingers along the stone debating if she could smash her way out or not when a pair of black lips appeared and spoke with Zariel’s voice, “Oh my little pet did you think you could escape me for long, your nothing but a menace, nothing but my fury.”

“Fuck off! I’m not your toy. I’m more than what you made me, I’m strong and a good friend and a good person.”she snarls.

A pair of blue lips appear beside Zariel’s laughing and Mizora’s voice speaks next, “A good friend, with how much trouble you got the pup into. No, no dear you are terrible.”

Karlach huffs and starts building up a rage hoping to smash her way out growling her response, “I don’t give a shit about what you devils have to say I’m not yours anymore! Wyll loves me, my friends love me!”

“Perhaps hearing what your friends really think of you will give you the push to come home to me.”

Wyll’s soft brown lips appear twisted in a scowl, “It’s your fault, I got transformed like this. It’s your fault I’m a monster.”

Jubilee’s rosy lips appear next, quivering with fear, “Her rage scares me, I’m worried she'll get out of control and hurt one of us.”

Karlach braces smashing at the walls surrounding her trying to bust her way out, this was a trick of the devils and the hags her friends would never say that.

That didn't make it any easier as Jaheira’s tan lips appeared, “Useless starstruck worm doesn't have thought between her eyes she slows the rest of us down,” Karlach lashes out ineffectively at the walls, her knuckles bleeding from the strikes to stone.

“See dear look, You’ve only ever been a burden, your rage and fire will ruin them. Come home to me where you belong.” Zariel’s mouth says.

Karlach whirls around turning from the wall to face the severed lips, “Fuck off!” she snarls as the lips descend on her and teeth nash into her flesh.

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Lae’zel looks around and she’s home, in a familiar room back on Crèche K'liir with two attendants dressing her in ceremonial finery. She looks at the two attendants, “Revrykal, explain what the meaning of this is at once! Why am I here? What of the Istik I’ve been traveling with?” she huffs trying not to sound too much like she cares.

The attendants look at each other in confusion, “Your mission, in Fairy Run, is over, you did so well that you’ve been chosen to ascend. We are just preparing you properly for the ceremony,” the smaller one assures her.

Lae’zel cringes now that she knows the truth of ascension, Vlaakith wouldn’t honor her; she would drain her of everything and feed on life essence, and her skin pales as anxiety creeps in.

“Is everything alright?” The other attendant asks adjusting Lae’zel’s robes, “Ascension is a big deal but Vlaakith doesn't make mistakes, I know you can handle that power”

Lae’zel blinks this much kindness even from a servant who was horribly wrong she should be being chided for her weakness or driven out as hshar’lak for her actions away from the astral sea. She scoffs, “Chk! Do not coddle me!”

She tries to walk off to find the others, to spread the word of Orpheus, to find her idiot Istik companions but no matter what she approaches there's a ritual of the ascension prepared for she tries each of the doors pacing ignoring the protest of the attendants she wasn’t prepared for the ritual yet. She growls in frustration looking through the doors and her eyes widen in fear as a magical force tugs her toward the ritual circle.

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Shadowheart doesn't even need to open her eyes; this is palpably wrong she thinks but doesn't have time to dwell on why or how as water rushes into her lungs. Her eyes shoot open, she can feel herself sinking and she instinctively knows with her armor there's no way she can get herself to the surface. She also notices chains above her she can see her parents and her love each bound to her by the chains. It was her heavy armor dragging them down. She opens her mouth trying to yell at them to sever the chains, go, to leave her but water rushed into her mouth instead and all she could manage was a rush of bubbles. That caused her dear Jubilee to tug even more frantically on the chains assuming it was a cry for help.

They couldn’t hear her and even if they could she knew they wouldn’t listen, they all loved her so much and she loved them. She wouldn’t be their demise, she couldn’t let them suffer for her again, and she wouldn’t drag them down with her. If they didn’t have the sense to free themselves she’d do it for them. She grabbed the chain and pumped her magic into it, shattering the link between them. They were already beginning to float up without her heavy armor weighing them down. She looked up, seeing Jubilee floating away, and whispered, “I love you”. She knew she couldn’t hear it and hated the taste of bitter water in her mouth but she wanted those to be her last words. She looked at her parents and girlfriend. If they were free and safe then all of this was worth it.

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Jubilee coughs on black smoke as she’s in the middle of a fight, she can see Shadowheart’s spirit guardians swirl around and the war cries and crashing of Karlach and Lae’zel’s swords. She rushes forward and tries to send a firebolt into an enemy coming up behind Karlach but no flame bursts from her talons. The sorcerer blinks frantically and tries again but can’t so much as summon a spark. Her magic has been a natural extension of herself her entire life and it can’t just disappear on her, so she tries again frantically as blades whirl and skulls crack; she can’t summon the tiniest wisp of magic.

Fortunately, the others do just fine without her, of course, they’d do fine without her. She's just a baker. Shadowheart runs up to her but blinks in confusion upon seeing her well, “I was worried! I thought you’d gotten taken out when you didn’t provide spells as cover! Why weren’t you helping us?” she scolds.

Jubilee hangs her head in shame as the others regroup, “I was trying magic, it's being strange, look.” She says attempting to cast dancing lights and failing. They’d all seen her do this a hundred times, Jubilee had done everything right it just simply wasn’t working.

Lae’zel rolls her eyes, “If you can no longer perform even the simplest of spells I see no use keeping you around, we were just fine in the fight without her.”

Karlach gives her a pitying glance and says, “I wouldn’t have said it like that, but she’s right, Soldier. If you can’t cast spells this trip will be too dangerous and protecting you will make us weaker.”

“No, I’m just having an issue at the moment. I can fix it, My heart please help me make them understand.” Jubilee sputters looking to her partner for reassurance but finds only disappointment in Shadowheart’s eyes.

“What good are you, you can’t protect me or help me like this.” Shadowheart huffs gesturing to the empty space between Jubilee’s hands that are still frantically working their way through spell motions.

“I love you and I can do magic, I can be helpful please!” Jubilee pleads.

“Prove it,” Lae’zel says seeming disinterested already.

Jubilee tries flitting through every cantrip, ritual, and spell she knows and none of them do a thing, the others begin to walk away and the tiefling woman bursts into sobs of despair. “Wait please!” She yelps and when they turn around to look, The tiny sorceress yanks at the Weave with all her might and four illusions shatter.

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The four women are back on the street corner the tent and hag long gone, Lae’zel lands on her feet feeling drained and disoriented, Karlach is bloodied but manages to stay on her feet, Shadowheart hits the ground hard coughing up nonexistent water, and Jubilee is collapsed sobbing as waves of magic crackle through her body overwhelming her. Karlach reacts first, bending down to Jubilee “Easy, easy soldier, this is sort of like when my engine overheats and we get through that by calming down, focusing on our friends, and breathing.” The two tieflings stumble their way through a breathing exercise causing the magic to die down as Lae’zel stalks the perimeter for threats and Shadowheart recovers enough to tend to the wounds of those who have them.

“Thank you Karlach, and thank you my heart,” Jubilee says, wiping away the tears as she’s healed.

Shadowheart kisses her forehead, “Any time my soul”

Lae’zel huffs, “Let’s go back to camp. I’m never participating in this ‘girls' night’ again” she huffs with disgust. However, that proclamation doesn't stop Astarion from finding the four women cuddled up in a pile together the next morning.

[awindylife-writes]

Sick

Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader (Not an established relationship)

Summary: the Doctor and you find yourselves on a spaceship in desparate need of repair and you are determined to help the crew (Kaisa, Lincoln and Bressa), but then the ship also gets highjacked. And on top of that, you fall sick.

Warnings: you're in mortal danger but that's it

You were standing by the big metal desk in the middle of the room, reading the numbers to Kaisa so he could type them in.

The digits kept swimming in your vision. They were blurry, everything was blurry, but they also kept moving. And when did it get so hot? You wiped the sweat from your forehead while trying to breathe deeply. You knew that if you looked up from the pad, the room would be spinning. The worst part was the tiredness. It coiled through your limbs and made them so heavy you could hardly move them. The effort to keep connecting letters and sounds, keep connecting thoughts hurt.

You closed your eyes for a second and the ship tilted so far you lost your balance. You stumbled back, eyes flying open and arms trying to reach out for something to hold onto.

Suddenly there were strong hands on your shoulder and the small of your back, steadying you. You looked up and recognized the dark orange skin and curly brown hair that was greying at the edges. Kaisa had caught you.

"Are you alright?" his gruff voice came to you.

"Yeah, yeah l'm okay." That sounded weak even to your own ears. "The ship just tilted."

"The ship's fine, love," he answered in confusion. You could see furrowed eyebrows, and then his dark golden eyes. You couldn't make out the wrinkles around them, or the lines on his forehead. Everything was blurry.

He put one hand around you to hold you up, then felt your forehead with the other. It was blessedly cold and you leaned into it with a sigh. "I think humans aren't supposed to be this hot," his worried voice came then.

You could hear Lincoln and Bressa turn around and step closer. You would have cracked a joke about drinks first if you weren't about to ask to sit down from exhastion. But you all had a job to do.

"I'm okay," you tried to reassure him. "Let's just get back to-" As you stepped away from Kaisa to shake his hands off, the ground rushed up and you barely caught yourself on the table. His arms were back, supporting you, before you could fall further. Shit.

"You're sick," Kaisa confirmed with a voice full of worry. He gently pulled you from the table and towards the wall. "Here, sit down," he told you softly and manouvered you to a stack of crates. He helped you sit on one and you rested your head on the taller pile.

"Thanks," you breathed gratefully and closed your eyes.This is nice.

On the other side of the room you could just hear Bressa order Lincoln, "Go get the Doctor. Tell him y/n's sick." Her voice was grave.

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The Doctor had just recalibrated the fiberlinks of the navicomputer and was well on his way of taking apart the integral protonic bond when Lincoln reached him. The Doctor didn't even pull his head out of the ship's innards, much less stood up. "What is it?" He didn't have time for this.

"Your friend," the young man's distressed voice came. "She's sick."

That made worry explode in his chest. Ice spread through his veins as he hurriedly pulled himself out of the wiring. He hit his head on the way but that didn't matter, not when y/n was-

"What did you say?" the Doctor demanded in a low voice, eyes scanning the Tirellian crewmate.

"Y/n is sick." The Doctor marked every blink, every twitch, every line. He did not like the worried frown on Lincoln's face. He had gotten his answer.

The Doctor put the sonic back in his inner pocket and demanded, "Where is she?", voice forcibly calm but unrelenting. He picked up his coat as the young man turned to show the way, and off they went.

~

When your eyes were closed, you could almost pretend you were fine, but the fever, the heat in your skin was killing you. The box on your cheek and forehead had warmed up and provided no more relief.

You could feel even the darkness around you spin if you tried to think.

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The Doctor ran into the room after Lincoln, trench coat billowing around him.

"Where is she?" he demanded in worry with his gaze searching the room.

"Over here." Kaisa stood up from behind the large metal table and pointed at the stack of crates beside the wall. He stepped back towards the others as the Doctor came to kneel before you with his coat scraping the floor. His hands hovered just inches above your skin.

"Y/n," he breathed quietly while looking you over. His hand settled on your arm. Scarlet cheeks, sweat - fever, eyes closed, leaning on the crate - exhausti-

You tiredly opened your eyes but you didn't lift your head. "Doct'r." The regret was already in your voice. "'M sorry. I should've-" Should have known the signs, should have slept more, should have eaten-

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he murmured softly, shaking his head. He rubbed your arm, his expression gentle and reassuring.

He took your hand and found your pulse point, which made butterflies flutter in your stomack despite the sickness. Then he lifted his other hand to your cheek. It was cold so you leaned into it, your eyes closing in content. You breathed deeply but it seemed like there was never enough air.

"You've definitely got a fever, about 39 degrees," he continued in that same soft tone. "And your heart is speeding up. How're you feeling?"

"Evr'thin's spinnin'," you told him tiredly, words a bit slurred. You tried to remember, but the things you were trying to describe made it hard to do that. "Couldn't stand up, Kaisa caught me. Couldn'read anymore, evr'thing was blurry'n moving. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, ever'thing hurts. An'l'm tired," you sighed. "I wanna go t'sleep."

"You will, l promise you will, but you need medicine first," he told you gently yet firmly. "It's the virus Tem, from Polon. We were there about four days ago, it's quite common for the planet, but it's dangerous." His brown eyes were full of worry. "If it's left untreated, as yours was, it can be deadly." He left the sentence hang in the silence after it.

You tried to shake your head but the motion caused more pain and you stopped. "So l'll get the meds and ll'l be fine," you told him tiredly. It didn't seem like much of a problem. You faced death on a daily basis, so what was a little virus?

"What do we do?" Kaisa stepped closer and looked down at the two of you, eyebrows furrowed in worry and hands crossed in front of his chest.

The Doctor moved closer and took you by the shoulders. "C'm on." He smiled encouragingly as he gently helped you stand up. You didn't like it, but the solution to this situation probably required moving.

You leaned against him and put your head on his shoulder as he helped you stay upright. The spinning did not help your stomack.

"Polonians have a vaccine, but it's far too late for that. You though, you three come from Kristella, is that right?" the Doctor looked around the room.

"Yeah," Kaisa nodded.

"So you receaved the whole med package there, including the VC five-six-o-nine."

"Yes."

"Good," he nodded, "bless the Kristellan med care. Your immune system knows the virus so you're not in danger. But you," he looked down at you, gritting his teeth, "are."

Well, that was a bit obvious.

He looked back up at Kaisa. "I want you to get her to the med bay. Give her Triskel two point three with a lot of water, she needs to stay hydrated, and then two shots of Amino when that's down, got it?"

"Yes," the large sailor nodded and stepped closer to take you. "And don't 'Got it' me, young man."

The Doctor opened his mouth to explain the whole Time Lord age thing when-

"I don't wanna go," you mumbled into his chest, pressing yourself closer. The room was spinning, you couldn't see well and you could barely stand. The thought of leaving him (he meant safe and good and you needed him) on this ship where anything could happen to you or him (who would look after him if not you?) made you want to sob.

He pulled away enough to look at you but still hold you. His eyes were soft. "I know," he told you gently and then frowned at the thought of letting you go, "l don't like this either." Every instinct in him flared against leaving you while you were sick and in need of him. He was Gallifreyan, and he protected what was his, even if you didn't know. "But you need medicine, and they need help rewiring the ship," he put it plainly. "I have to stay, and you have to go."

You nodded even though it hurt. He pulled you closer and for a moment, you just held each other.

"Stay safe," you said into his shoulder, almost an order. "Not a hair out of place, you hear me?"

You could feel him smile at the familiar tone. "Yes, ma'am."

It was time to go. You slowly let go of the Doctor as Kaisa came closer. He slung a hand around your waist while you put yours around his shoulders. It worked well, you could stay upright and move at the same time.

Then the whole ship shook like it was being torn apart and you were thrown against the table while Lincoln yelled in surprise. The Doctor and Kaisa kept you stable and unharmed between them, but the room looked like it had survived an earthquake.

"Are you alright?" The Doctor was franctically looking you over for injuries.

"What the hell was that?" demanded Bressa.

~

Kaisa didn't know what to do. You and him were locked in one of the main storage rooms, and they hadn't even let you get medicine. The large Risonians, two out of six who had highjacked the ship, simply came into the med bay and dragged you out before he could find anything to help you. You hadn't even gotten water.

All he could do was put his jacket under your head when you couldn't sit up anymore and hold your hand as you slipped into a restless sleep.

Then he noticed the computer log in the corner behind the crates. He could rewire it, send an altering pulse through the system... He looked at you as your head turned from one side to the other as you gasped for breath, mumbling nonsense in your sleep. Your fever was rising.

"Right then, love. I'm going to get help."

~

When the Doctor noticed Kaisa's message beeping under the log, he'd been momentarily confused. He'd made it very clear to the Risonians that you needed medicine and that he would do anything to make sure you got it, so why would they-

A second later, a pair of the hijacking crew came marching into the room with guns drawn. The Commander was as shocked as him when two of her people turned against her.

This was bad.

~

The Doctor walked into the storage room with his hands behind his head, with Bressa and Lincoln behind him. What remained of the Risonian crew had been locked into a separate room, to keep you all separated. His eyes immediately scanned the space for you.

When he turned the corner behind a high stack of crates, his hearts lurched. You were unconscious, lying on the floor with Kaisa holding your hand.

The Doctor was by your side in a second. Your skin was pale, but your cheeks were scarlet and your forehead glistened with sweat. You were mumbling in your sleep, your breaths laboured. Your head was turning restlessly in the throes of a fever dream. He took your warm hand and held it tightly.

"She was asking for you," Kaisa told him softly, eyes still trained on your face.

"What?" The Doctor's gaze flew to the larger man in confusion.

Kaisa looked up at him, "She was asking for you." He searched his eyes, for what, the Doctor didn't know. "Even after she couldn't answer me anymore, she kept asking for you in her sleep."

The Doctor felt like a hand had squeezed his hearts. It happened again, he did it again, you were in danger and it was his fault. He looked down at your closed eyes and scarlet cheeks. You were helpless, you needed him, and he couldn't do anything.

He brought your hand to his cheek and held it there with his palm as he closed his eyes. He needed you to live, he needed you to be alright. You had to be.

"Doct'r," your voice was barely a whisper.

His eyes flew open and he stared down at your still sleeping form. You turned your head to the side and, "Doct'r," again his name.

It lit a blazing fire in his chest. That was it. That was it, he was getting you out. He was getting all of you out because that was what he was going to do and the universe would bloody listen. He was the Doctor, and you were his. He was not losing you, not ever.

They'd taken the sonic but he was, for all intents and purposes, in a supply closet. Time to find out exactly which supplies he had.

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Night In {TamakiXFemale!Reader Headcannons}

-Headcannons for Tamaki X Female!Reader, cuddles, domestic stuff, and general wholesomeness while you two spend a night in together in Tamaki's dorm room-

.:+:.

You two originally intended to have dinner with Mirio and Nejire- only to arrive in the common area and find your quiet meal had been taken over by a few of the more bright and friendly students in your class. It had become... Lively

Actually it was VERY lively- there had been some playful tossing of chips and food, a little wrestling, a lot of noise and movement.

There were too many people, too many voices, too much noise, too much movement- it was honestly too much, and you felt Tamaki tense up the instant the two of you saw what was happening.

Poor Tamaki wasn't really suited for something like that, and you knew it well- so, change of plans!

You tugged on his arm gently, pulling him back from the doorway with a smile and suggested you two just skip the dinner and head to your room instead to relax.

He was hesitant to go- he didn't want you to miss out on the meal or hanging out with everyone for his sake, sweet boy he was. He hastily assured you it was fine and he'd be okay to head in, putting on his bestest brave face and a smile that was trying so hard to be sure- but he was nervous still, but he tried.

"I-I'll be okay, (Y/N)... Don't worry about me... It'll b-be okay... L-let's go in..."

That beautiful boy was willing to head into a room that would be nothing less than torture on his nerves, and he would do it readily for you- and only you.

Your heart swelled at it. What did you do to deserve him?

You assured him it was alright, and told him you didn't really wanna deal with all the commotion. He hesitated a little more,

".... A... Are you sure...?"

"Yep!"

He smiled faintly and nodded in agreement, the two of you heading away, your arm in Tamaki's. He suggested going back to his room instead since he'd have snacks in his room you two could eat in place of the dinner. He brought the idea up quietly, eyes down and blushing at himself as he said it- and you smiled more at it and the flush on his cheeks, readily agreeing to the idea.

(Mirio 100% saw you two head away with your arms linked together, and he grinned as you both retreated, chuckling to himself)

Tamaki was quick to make sure you had snacks, were comfortable, and had something to drink when you got there. He darted about nervously and fumbled a lot, but he meant well and was being kind and attentive in his own nervous way

He asks a dozen times if you're okay or if you want anything, his eyes darting nervously here and there. You assure him a dozen times and more, and tell him everything is perfect- the small, fleeting smile on his face each time you do it is just so damn CUTE

And then it's even cuter when, after and hour or two of content chatter between you two (and he's relaxed a bit), his face flushes slightly and he taps his fingers together nervously as he asks if maybe you wanna watch a movie or something...?

"A movie sounds great."

"o-oh... Okay..! W-what would you... Like to watch, (Y/N)....?"

"Whatever you pick will be perfect."

"Ah... O-okay...."

He totally picks some cliche, predictable, feel-good movie. Something like what you'd find on the Hallmark channel- you know it just can't have anything even sorry of scary in it, he'd have a heart attack

He sets the movie up, and brings out the spare futon he has in the closet. He piles on blankets and pillows, again making sure you're comfortable, not too hot, not too cold, everything.

At first when he settles down on the futon and the pillows he puts some space between you and him and doesn't get too close. He's a nervous bean, he can't help himself, but he totally keeps glancing back and forth at you and not really paying much attention to the movie.

You help him out a little by pushing yourself closer to him, and pulling some pillows up with you to stack them behind you both and the wall.

You're sitting shoulder to shoulder now, touching but only just- but even the little bit is enough to have him blushing again.... But he doesn't move

Ten minutes later he relaxes enough he shifts an inch or two in your direction, his body sinking out of the slightly stiff posture he adopted out of sheer instinct

Eventually he sort of forgot about being nervous at all, he just enjoyed the movie and the warmth of you next to him

When you started to nod off he noticed right away, he saw your head bob a bit too much and you jerked yourself back from the edge of a doze. You righted yourself with a small sigh, unaware of Tamaki's glittering gaze stuck to you for a few seconds, before his lips pulled in nervousness.

"U-uhm.... You can.... L-lean on my shoulder... I-if you want... (Y/N)...." He suggests, his voice barely more than a hushed whisper as he says it, and his face definitely a little more than red. He can't really seem to catch your eyes right then either, he looks away nervously the whole time- but you hardly care.

You waste no time in pulling closer to him, snuggling yourself against his shoulder and threading your arms around his. His red as a beet for it, but he doesn't resist or pull away, he just let's you get comfortable

He doesn't say anything after that, and neither do you- you're asleep pretty fast, and for awhile he tries to focus on the movie... Totally can't though

You are super warm, and your hair smells like sweet, fruity shampoo.

It's a really nice smell, so much so he's turned toward you and buried his nose in your hair without even thinking about it. He drinks in the warmth, the softness of your hair tickling his cheeks and neck

He moves his free arm toward you and reaches across to twine his fingers delicately with a few strands of your hair, before that hand falls and finds a place on top of one of yours.

The movie is nothing but a drone in the back of his mind after that, his eyes drop closed and he just let's himself fade away into the warmth of your body against his

You two snuggle in more as Tamaki begins to dose off too, the boy eventually hugging you into his chest, your head tucked under his chin and completely wrapped up in his hold

Without a doubt best nights sleep either of you has had in a long, long time

Nothing but warmth and sweet dreams... And Tamaki never stops hugging you the whole night through

.:+:.

A Request from someone on the My Hero Academia Amino

PLUS-ULTRA-oneshots Masterlist

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Hawkodile and Eaglator animal logic theorys

All of thease where posted on my unikitty amino account a while ago and all at separate times, so there might be a lot of parts where you can tell one post ended and another began)

( little disclaimer some of what thease might not be exactly correct, so don't take them as complete 100%facts unless you've cheaked and confirmed, sense I don't have a pet hawk or pet eagle, I have pet chikens, and most of thease are based off of observing and taking care of those chikens)

So fun fact, if you pet a bird ( like a hawk or eagle) or a reptile ( like a crocodile or alligator ) on the chest, it will just zone out, like they just totaly phase out and sometimes fall asleep,

While if you touch a bird or reptile in the back of the head they will either panic, flip out, or try to attak, this is because in bird language sometimes a bird will either peack at or rip out the feathers on the back of the head to assert dominance or prove they are the stronger bird, while with reptiles that's where something would try to attak or grab them,

So would this logic apply to hawkodile and Eaglator sense both of them are part bird part reptile, ?

I feel like it possibly would apply to the two but this is a cartoon, so ya never know.

So, irl I have pet chikens, and recently I found out out birds actally go for the red lazer more than cats do, so

My theory is that Eaglator and hawkodile have this bird instinct and if you shine a lazer pointer near them, they will chase it and literally won't stop untill you turn it off, seriously they focus on it more than a cat,

So like, imagine this senario.

Dr fox is doing a presentation sorta thingy, and shines a lazer, suddenly bam ! Hawkodile is after the lazer with no hesitation he just flings himself at it, ( much like my chikens do, trust me it is hilarious watching a chiken drift)

Idk why but I just had to say this because the mental immages of eaglator and hawkodile chasing lazer pointers is pretty funny, to me anyway,

So that's my animal logic theory !

( on to more theorys !)

Alrighty so, this kinda ties in with the first animal logic theory of if you pet a bird or reptile on the chest, but this only applys to birds as far as I know,

So, if you hold a bird and it really likes you, or if the bird is super relaxed, they do this thing I call " the pancake" where they will do this thing where they completely and full on relax, their feathers poof a little in a happy poof way, and they full on just flop, like, they just happy flop and sometimes start doing happy trills,

And honestly I think this would be adorable and funny to see hawkdoile and Eaglator do " the pancake"

I also wonder, do hawkodile and Eaglator have the equivalent of a happy trill ? Wich is another bird thing ( I know a lot about birds and not much about reptiles so a lot of thease are bird related) where basically, if they are supper happy or relaxed, they make a certain sound,

Now for Eaglator and hawkodile it might sound a little scary sense it might be combined with the hiss of their crocodile and alligator sides, basically equalling what the happy trill of a dinosaur might have sounded like,

but sense hawkodile seems to have the vocal's of a hawk shown by his hawk battle cries, and has never made a crocodile noise, he could do a happy birb trill that actally just strait up sounds like a birb

Yup ! I still have more birb facts, thease one's are like, the most ovious out of all of them though

So, one main thing about birds, both male and female, dosnt matter the gender of the bird this just happens,

Once every fiew months, ( if the bird is extra big or floofy this seems to happen more often ) (chiken wise anyway)

Birds will molt, meaning a bunch of their feathers just fall out at once so new ones can grow in, causing the bird to look kinda goofy and have some bald spots for a while,

During molting it can also make the bird kinda tired, wich is bad if the bird isn't feeling well while this is happening, so yeah occasionally molting can be a problem but it's usually fine and harmless, and I think it lasts at least a week at most two weeks,

It's also normal for reptiles to shead, especially lizards, so hawk and eagle might also shed some scales, but I don't think it looks as patchy as birds molting

But anyway if this does apply to hawkodile, eaglator, and any next gen kids, than there's probably some awkward times of the month where one of them just has large bald spots in random locations and is tired and grumpy for at least a week,

Second thingy ! ( also chiken related, I love my chikens and spend a lot of time with them ok ?)

So, birds can't sweat, they just cant, same for lizards I think, but more importantly birds can't sweat at all, and as all who know about the basics of humans, sweat is used to cool down when your too hot,

Well birds ( and other animals) make up for this by panting, like, when their too hot birds just open the beack and start panting like crazy,

This also causes their voice to be a little more dry sounding at times,

or in hawkodile or eaglator's case they would probably sound like they had a sore throat,

Once again I know thease are weird, but just like the lazer pointer and the petting animal logic posts, they could possibly be funny for a comic or oneshot.

Anyway so !

We all know that when hawkodile and eaglator's where chick's and pullets / kids and teens, they had hair, but now that their adults hawkodile dosnt seem to have any hair and Eaglator got spikes, well I have a bird fact that can explain this ! It also kinda fits with my molting theory.

So, when birds are young they have down instead of feathers, basically they're all floofy poof, it's also usually lighter or darker than their real feather colour depending on the bird,

and I think hawkodile and eaglator's hair is actally the fluffy child down, meaning the hair lasted untill they where young adults, but than once they where fully grown it just fell out,

for hawkodile his child hair/down was replaced by shorter adult feathers,

And for Eaglator his child hair/down was replaced with the 3 spines on the back of his head

This would explain why Eaglator no longer has that mowhawk, and why hawkodile no longer has hair.

Another theory,

Sense Eaglator and hawkodile are part croccodile / alligator , they could possibly be cold blooded, or at least have slight problems regulating body temperature sense hawkodile seems to be fine in winter, not even needing a coat, but just for the animal logic part,

Basically if it's too cold, a cold blooded creature will just completely shut off, not dead, just asleep for a very long time, and this could possibly apply to eaglator, like, if he gets too cold he could just pretty much faint.

Related to how thease guys eat,

So in some episodes we've seen hawkodile can eat pretty much anything, and possibly has the digestive system of a crocodile, implying that hawkodile can survive without any food for at least a month, and ends up snapping at and eating anything he considers to be food, even if the thing littorally isn't edible,

But even if it is possible that Eaglator has an alligators digestive system, he could have ended up with a birds digestive system,

Meaning he would have to be pretty carefull of what he ate, otherwise he could get serieous digestion issues, he would have to keep his vitamin intake at a higher level than hawkodile would inorder to avoid getting certain diseases, and would have to eat a bit extra, weather that means a 4th meal or carrying snacks with him everywhere, in order to keep himself from getting hungry,

Birds digestive systems are defiantly more fragile than crocodile digestive systems as far as I'm aware,

(Anyway that's all I got for now, and feel free to correct me on anything in here that you know for a fact is wrong so I can fix it ^-^))

[nuclearbuzz]

Ghoul!Oikawa x Reader - He just fucking kills you, that’s the plot.

Authors Note: So this one is a bit of a yikes, may or may not have written it exclusively because of peer pressure from amino friends. May suck but it’s a fun time nonetheless. 

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Oikawa stood patiently as you finished putting your things away. You frantically tried to hurry - shoving textbooks back into your book bag almost carelessly.

“You can go on ahead, I’d hate to make you wait.” You remarked, voice laced with stress.

“No it’s fine, - I’d rather wait for you! It’s kind of late and they say it’s better to walk in groups right?” Oikawa replied, flashing a too kind smiling. You would have hated to say it but he was right, and you couldn’t help be reassured by his expression.

“Oh - Okay then!” You said, maybe a bit too excitedly. Slinging you backpack over your shoulders and soon enough you were both making your way out of the library.

You hadn’t noticed how dark it actually was - the cold autumn breeze that passed by acted as a reminder that the days didn’t linger as long as they had these past few months.

The two of you made your way down the street in relative silence, like you had been doing every Saturday for the past few weeks.  (Always has to be a weekend, it was too hard to find time in between your schedule and his practices otherwise.) You had gotten comfortable with this routine, always finding it lucky to live in the same direction as Oikawa. Your walks weren’t as lonely. Even if the conversation waned from time to time. It was bound to happen, with how much you’d talked in the library. There was only so much to say to someone, even if that someone was Oikawa who loved to talk more than anyone you knew. 

But today the momentary silence didn’t feel as comfortable - it was almost harsh.

“I can’t wait to get home.” You first make the attempt to break the silence.

“So, what’re you going to do when you get home? - Since you’re excited I mean.” Oikawa asks, doing his best interpretation of small talk. Maybe the awkward feeling had been mutual. Though his question still takes you by surprise.

“Probably straight to bed to be honest, I’m just tired. Maybe dinner too  but I’m not really hungry.” You stopped yourself - feeling like you’d rambled on a bit too long.

“Ah, good for you. I’m kinda starving though.” He muttered - almost jokingly.

You just chuckled a little, thinking nothing of it. You felt at ease, even in the night. With someone beside you and a slew of people walking nearby.

“Anyways - I really need to thank you for helping me.” You added.

“It’s no problem, I like studying with you.” He added as a response. Smiling cheekily at you.

“No really, Oikawa-San, if it wasn’t for you, I’d probably have failed half my classes by now.” You laughed to yourself, though feeling the awkwardness of your remark sit in the air. It was probably true, so it didn’t really matter.

You kept silent for a beat too long after that. Not really knowing what to say. Maybe you shouldn’t say anything - Oikawa was your upperclassmen after all. If he wanted to stop talking, who were you to continue a conversation?

Yet the time he’d spent with you, was something You cherished and there were still a lot of things that you did want to say.

Lost in thought, You don’t notice that the streets around have less and less people.

“— So if you ever need help or a favor, or anything. Feel free to ask me. “ You say on instinct, not fully processing that those words came out of your mouth. But you can feel your face growing warm.

Oikawa stops in his tracks, and turns around to look at you. You hold your breath for a second. 

He scratches the back of his head nervously. “Well, actually - there is something you could do for me.”

Oikawa’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But you don’t notice, too caught up in the moment to see or even care. Heart racing and you returns the expression - more genuinely. “Anything.” You say, a bit too without hesitation.

“Um, its just that -“ Oikawa pauses his shoulders shaking a few times, he’s trying not to laugh. To you, there was just something strange about how Oikawa was acting all of a sudden. But then again, it could have just been your imagination.

He continues, regaining his senses. “Sorry, I’m kinda nervous. “ He excuses himself. “It’s just that, I kinda like you a lot. And I - I wanna spend more time with you.” He stops again, looking down.

You just stood there shocked for a moment. Oikawa was full of surprises today apparently. If you were expecting anything it definitely wasnt that. You’d seen him be outwardly flirtatious with people but never vulnerable? You felt your lip quiver and heart skip a beat. To be entirely honest you’ve always liked him a bit, maybe in the way that talking to him left butterflies in your stomach. Even if you wouldn’t have admit it otherwise - not with how you knew how many other people liked him. 

“I-“ you start, but don’t know what to say. You’d never been subject to a confession before. Especially not from someone like him.

“So if you want to do me a favor.....saying yes would be nice.” Oikawa jokes. You’re certain you can see his cheeks turn pink, or maybe you’re just subconsciously imposing your own expression onto him. “But if you don’t want to - that’s cool too.” He adds because of your hesitation.

“I’d love to sometime!” You finally manage to sputter out. Though you haven’t really gotten around to processing anything that’s happened.

Oikawa practically glows at the retort and you continue your walk home.

Somewhere along the line you find your hand slipping into his. You still don’t speak as much as normal while you walk. But you likes how warm his palm feels against yours. You doesn’t really believe what’s happening. The past few minutes have been like walking on air.

At some point, you both find yourselves at the street where you have to part ways with Oikawa. Feeling a twinge of sadness that you can’t spend more time with him today.

“So, um.” You begin, struggling to put the right words together in a sentence. “This has all been kind of crazy to me - I never really dreamed that something, like today would happen. But I’ve always thought you’re so kind, and your smile is so nice.” You stop again. If it’s even possible, you’re sure your face is redder than it was before.

“And I’d really love to spend some time together - like you said.” You finally finish.

Oikawa’s smile is a thin line, but his gaze is heavy on you. “You know, Y/N-Chan. Thinking of you, it always makes me drool.”

Wait, what?

You honestly don’t know how to respond to that, standing there a moment awestruck. Still holding hands with Oikawa, you haven’t fully processed what exactly he said. But you just shook your head shrugging off his weird behavior. Everyone had their own way of saying things, after all. His just so happened to be kinda off-putting.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” You says finally. You look at eachother in silence for a beat longer. Though it’s one you can’t quite place the nature of yet.

You don’t notice how his hold on your hand gets tighter until it hurts. You instinctively try to pull away. And that’s when —

That’s when you feels yourself moving. Or rather, you feel everything moving around you.

Then your back slams into a wall. Feeling all the air get knocked out of your lungs, then sharp pain shoot up your spine. Almost like Oikawa slung you into the wall. - why did he

How did he?

Oikawa turns to face you. But you couldn't see his eyes, covered by his hair as his shoulders shook - like before. And then he laughed. He laughed like a madman.

And laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

You stared, an icy shiver running down your spine, heartbeat faltering for a second, only to come back faster than ever, echoing loudly in your ears.

“You’re a - you’re a ghoul.” You say out loud, lips trembling. You can barely believe what your saying. All your life, ghouls has only been things you’d heard about on the news, in warnings and whispers between class. You could never imagine that —

"I got myself a smart one, didn't I?" Oikawa exclaims, almost mocking. He straightens up to face you. This time however, you could see his eyes.

They were nothing like the warm brown hues you had admired all this time. Now his eyes bordered on demonic, small red irises baring into your soul - filling you with dread.

Never in your life had you been so hopeful to be wrong. You wished that maybe everything was a misunderstanding, that you was hallucinating. Maybe even that the person infront of you wasn’t Oikawa.

In a brief second, you saw a colorful blur whiz by, only now realizing that it was just the beginning of a night you might not even survive.

So you pushed past Oikawa.

And ran, and ran, and ran.

You don’t look back, not wanting to know what you should expect. Like most, your knowledge on ghouls is limited. But more importantly- you don’t want to look back. You don’t want to see him as a ghoul. You don’t want to believe the man you trusted - the man who told you that he loved you. You don’t want to believe that Oikawa Tooru wants to kill you.

But you’re forced to look. The cruel truth being - running couldn't save you.

A sharp pain stabbed right through your shoulder. So much so, you barely processed the scream that tore its way out of your throat, echoing across the surrounding area, in sync with the sound of droplets of blood splattering onto the ground.

And It hurt. It hurt so badly. You never felt pain like this before. And worse, you  feared soon you wouldn't be able to feel at all.

The pain increased when the tendril stabbed through your shoulder yanked you back, body landing roughly, back slamming against the wall, only making you cry out in pain again.

Vision blurring on impact, yet you could still make out the person- no, the creature slowly making its way towards you. His face was just a blob of color until he knelt before your trembling frame, eyeing you with a warped smile.

Beside his foot, you could see the backpack you’d had been carrying, now discarded on the ground, all your belongings scattered about in an ugly mess. - The work that an hour before Oikawa had helped you with, as if he didn’t know you wouldn’t live to turn it in.

He opened his mouth to speak, yet you ignored him, desperately reaching out for the small ballpoint pen beside your outstretched arm, as its clear barrel went in and out of focus.

Oikawa stopped and watched you with a simple curiosity, like a child laughing at the insect it held captive, knowing it couldn’t escape. And Still, he mocked your desperation out loud.

"What do you think you're doing? Sorry but, a pen won’t help you. Unless you want to stab yourself with it? But I really don't feel like giving you that satisfaction." You still don’t look at him.

At this point it’s clear he doesn’t see you as anything but food.

Pen grasped loosely in a trembling hand, your eyes shift to that tentacle looking thing beside you, much like the one still stabbed through your own body.

"Oh?" Oikawa spoke again, tone still mocking. “You want to stab my kagune? Go ahead, try it."

You didn’t know what to do, backed into a corner - literally. And maybe  he was right and it wouldn’t work. And maybe you couldn’t hope to pierce it with a bullet, let alone a pen. But You had to try. You had to do something, anything.

Or else you were just resigning yourself to death.

You thrust the pen into the tendril thing with as much force as you could muster. Watching it bend and snap before your own eyes.

And that was it.

Game over.

Oikawa almost doubled over laughing. “I’ve gotta hand it to you Y/N-Chan. You’re the funniest I’ve had in a while.” He says, trying to catch his breath. “But I guess it’s my turn now.”

You yelped in pain before you could even process what was happening. Feeling a piercing in your gut, it almost made you retch - as the second tentacle like appendage stabbed into you. It only got worse when Oikawa pulled his Kagune back out of your gut. Or the brutalized, gaping hole it used to be.

You screamed out for help while watching the man in front of you leverage the bloody appendage over his face. Waiting as drops of your blood dripped into his open mouth.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

You didn’t want to process what was happening, You didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that the man you trusted wouldn’t hesitate to lick the blood from your veins.

You didn’t want to process the pain, and how you were struggling to breath. You wanted to run away again but you were still pinned to the wall. You wanted to scream for help but every time you opened your mouth, you could feel the coppery taste of your own blood. You would suffocate in it.

“You taste good Y/N-Chan.” Oikawa said finally, sporting that good natured smile you’d seen so often grace his lips. How he could still make it look genuine when his face was peppered red was beyond your knowledge.

“Please -“

Oikawa moved foreword and you gasped. He made the motion to pull you close - almost possessively. He buried his face into the space between your neck and shoulder. Feeling teeth graze your skin lightly. Before everything burned like fire as Oikawa pushed his head hard enough for those teeth to sink into your skin. 

You felt a shriek escape your mouth. Though it sounded gurgled with that iron in your throat.

Your eyes shut tight to feel Oikawa pull back with so much force the mouthful of meat from your left shoulder. You felt lightheaded, but screamed as he bit deep into your shoulder again. It felt like your arm was ready to fall off. The more you tried to move your neck, to push him away. - the more it felt as though your lifeforce was seeping out of you. It was terrible.

“Please don’t kill me” you wept.

Oikawa pulled away again, more gingerly this time. The hunger in his eyes had been replaced with his conscious mind. The look he gave you was pitying, but amusement still flickered in his expression. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t sta-“ he started.

“W-what about what you said earlier! You said you wanted to spend time together.“ You pleaded in between coughing up blood. Feeling like you were rambling, and could barely process any pain - or feeling at all.

Oikawa stared at you, processing the fact you could still speak in full sentences. He smirked, hand reaching out to cup your chin. “You’re so hard to resist, Y/N-chan. Covered in blood, sitting there all innocent like you don’t know you’re gonna die.”

Oikawa’s hand moved to your neck, using it as leverage to bring your face closer to his own. You felt unable to push him away.

“I do want to spend time with you. I want to spend the rest of your life with you.” He whispered into your ear. For some reason that wasn’t very comforting. 

Oikawa’s tongue darted out, pressing to your chin licking at the blood that had gathered there, lapping up the blood that had gathered around your mouth.

He lowered his lips to your neck, licking up the blood that had dribbled down there too, causing you to hitch her breath beneath the touch. You cried out in pain at the close contact with where Oikawa had shredded your shoulder.

Oikawa stopped, leaning back for more, He cupped your chin again and pressed his lips firmly against yours, the tangy taste of blood very present in your mouth. His tongue entered the your mouth, swirling around and gathering the as much of the blood your mouth drowned in.

Despite everything, You still felt yourself blush and you hated yourself for it. Wanting to cry, because even now. When you were going to die. Your heart betrayed you. It still didn’t want to believe Oikawa would kill you.

“You mean a lot to me, Y/N-Chan. I can’t tell you how appetizing you’ve looked since the first time I saw you. That’s why-“ He paused. “I think I’m just going to devour you. How does being ripped apart sound?”

You wanted to move, but couldn’t find the energy to do so. Everything hurt too much, and you felt the corners of her vision start to darken. A cry rattled in your throat.

Oikawa grabbed onto your wrist. As much as you tried to keep it away, his grip was steel. You couldn’t help but notice how he spent a few seconds examining the arm he held greedily. It made you want to throw up. “What even am I to you?” You finally found the strength to ask. Whether out of fear or bitter resolve, you weren’t sure.

Locking eyes for a moment. Oikawa tilted his head and smiled apathetically. “You’re just meat.”

You felt a sharp pain and a sickening crack before everything went dark.

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2021 Feb 8-34 Line, Sand

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex, overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.” Mark Twain

Distro vaccines thru schools, register students, re-welcome parents, herd immunity, micromanaging middlers, stop over exaggerating, or your state has been open for 12 months with better results and elder cautions. /rant. T-cells have immunological memory capacity. /rant

W1/4 Definitely have to do cardio, found some cool balance videos. Why doesn’t anyone say Frinight? Some lite sessions I’ve dropped or pulled a plate, some heavy sessions I’ve added one. Seems okay, focusing on contraction the past weeks has improved. Earache my eye.

W2/4 Running on elliptical 60 revolutions activates quads and core, but has altered my diet drastically. Drive low, in starting to improve cardio by doing any, legs on catchup and mind checked out, abs pissed, goal up it by 10 to 100 then minutes. Speed saves quads but ads hunger, should get a good take to it eventually, or sweat trying.

W3/4 The goals and risks of fad/crash diets in a race to lose weight, catch and release. The dangers of certain goals are physical and mentally exhausting, risk vs reward. The process of actions gives experience to aid decision and familiarity with old fears as new instinct takes you to new challenges much harder than you thought you could do. You don’t have to do it alone, but you don’t have to attack yourself either, nerves. New train, new nerve.

W4/4 Stimulants in the slow-twitch larger muscles causes increased signaling and response time, albeit somewhat artificially or induced, it can also be interpreted as additional sensitivity, the difference b/w working out or just sweating, as muscle is built with resistance, adverse weight, contrapose isometrics, and to some extent the flex of posing muscles and concentric tension, example being glutes are strong but exhaust, a runner trades size for endurance, but with stimulants in regards to muscle they exhaust before muscle memory is trained, leaving a shitty workout and an addiction to caffeine. I’m no expert, and advise against the gas station stims at least, and from the cold can walk the coffee line with the patience of winter people. A difference, it was.

https://youtu.be/XEtfoM_WctM Mikhaila Peterson, talking about survival, with some interesting notes on inflammation caused by gluten attacking tendons and can include causing lower back pain.

https://youtu.be/WsOq4yw1F3g Physical Strength is the Most Important Thing in Life / 1hr, Sunday-ish, his humor is subtle or dry, but in a Texas accent

https://youtu.be/NXJuq1QB_ac Crowder & Hodge Twins GYM Work Out!

https://youtu.be/yd6nGdO8jE4 Fix Your Squat

https://youtu.be/wGKL62fGj6U Testosterone makes effort feel good | Andrew Huberman and Lex Fridman

https://youtu.be/l8YpYkqosa8 How to Change Your Genetic Destiny - Joe Dispenza

https://youtu.be/kt3jPiUs5MM I Play 14 String Guitar

/WEEK1

Mon/ Slow Push > Treadmill warmup 5&5 > Shoulder press 3x 8 /507090- > DB lat Raise 3x 8 /555 > BB Flat Bench 3x 8 /456075 > Incline DB Bench 3x 8 /100i20*4 > Pec Deck 3x 8 /100*3 > Dips 3x 8 /3X > Crossover 3x 8 /2x25*3~ > Pullover 3x 8 /506565 > Tric Pushdown 3x 8 /656565 > Twist 3x 8 /7090110130- > Hot > Treadmill 20min > kinda melting, gotta level up, in the snow ffs it’s hot;

Am pwo 250ml; 2pm mug whey/tea, ⅓ cup almonds; grocery pickup, 200g burger, mug whey/tea; gym, 1/2L+, gone in, 1/2L, hot; home, 200g cuscus cran almond in pork broth, 200g pork; stuff, 130g coconut pineapple bread, mug tea/casein;

Tue/ Lite Pull 60x15/lb > Treadmill 10 > Lat Pulldown 60/2lf x15*4 > Palms-In Pulldown 60/ x10085*3 > Mach Row 5p (pullies) 60/2(half) x45*4 > Straight pulldown 60/ x30*4 > N shldr press 60/ x25*4? > DB Shrug 60/2x60*4- > Archers 60/ x2025*3 > Straight bar curl 60/x2030*3 > Preacher Curl 60/2 x30*4 > Prc Hammer 60/2 x30*4 > treadmill 10

Light/volume less single plate? /* That dude is cut and ripped for his size, and he's having more fun in the shower than we are combined?

mug tea/whey; 125g barley/craisins/almonds, 225 pork; mug whey/tea; gym, pw 1L, h2o 1/2L; home, 200g amish noodles, 200g stroganoff; mug tea/casein, coconut/pineapple/muffin (undercooked, nuked, fixed), frosting, whoops; 2 more;

Wed/ Slow Legs *6/lbs > Treadmill 10 > Mule 3x 6 /507090110 > Leg Press 3x 8 /8095110125140155170185 > Deadlift 3x 8 /50100150 > Leg Ext 3x 6 /50507090 > Leg Curl 3x 8 /507090110- > Side Bends X6/2/454545 > Heel Raise 3x 6 /30507090110-L > Mach twist x8/70901113 > Treadmill 10min

125 millet, 275 beef, 175 stroganoff, tea; 3 links, 5 eggs, 2 mushroom, jalapeno, ⅓ m onion, whey / tea; 3 cup popcorn, gym, ½ L recovery, ½ pw; home, casein / tea; 225g chicken, 200 red rice; cup cottage cheese;

Thu/ LIte Push *15/lb > Treadmill 10 > DB Flat Bench 60/60*4 > Incl mach press 60/ x70*4 > Pec Deck 60/ x7085100115 > Cable x-over 60/ x25?4 > Shldr Press 60/ x30*4+ > DB lat Raise 60/ 2x15 > Hoist 60/ x25253035 > Fwd Pulldown 60/ x40*4- > Tricep 60/ x40*4- > Twist 60/ x50507070 > Treadmill > Rev order

FRI/ Slow Pull > Earache SAT/

/WEEK2

Mon/ Slow Push > Treadmill ~ > Shldr Press *6, 30456060 > Hoist *6, 5065*3 > Lat Raise *6,/2/555 > BB Flat Bench *6, 75i15*4 > Incl DB Bench *6, 70i20*4 > Pec Deck *6,100115130145 > Dips *6 666 > Pullover *6 506070 > Triceps *6, 506070~ > Twist *6, 506070

200g burger, whey/tea; {repeat casein}, gym, pw 1L?, 6 egg rolls, casein/tea; 4oz cheese, tea; x2;

Tue/ FST Pull > Treadmill 5 > Wide Lat Pulldown 7x7/75*7 > Palms-In Pulldown 7x7/100*7 > DB 1-Arm Row 7x7/25303540454545 > Straight Pulldown 7x7,30*7 > Row 7x7/607580*5 > DB Shrug 7x7/2x60*7 > Delt Deck Fly 7x7/20252525252530 > Straight Bar Curl 7x7/20303030404040 > Chair concentric curl 7x7/3050,70*5 > /2 prchr 7x7/1530*545 > Treadmill 5

⅔ cup almonds, 2 cup milk; back to sleep it seems; 200g burger, tea/whey; 200g burger, casein/tea; gym, 1L/3hr; must've tanned; home, 250g burger, jalapeno, tea/casein; 150g burger, tea/casein;

Wed/ Slow Legs > Treadmill 5, elliptical ii > Mule 3x 6 90110130 > Hack Squat x 6,20304050 > Side Bends /2/3x 6*,606060 > Deadlift 3x 6, 9090180 > Press 3x 6, 658095110125140155170- > LR Leg Ext 3x 6,606060 > LR Leg Curl 3x 8/elliptical 60/2,*2 > LR Heel Raise 3x 8,70909090 > Cable bowing *6/3040506580100100- > Twist mach *6/70901113 > Incl treadmill 2x15 min bpm // DLs kinda short, shld drop notch to 1; forgot to write all ellipticals;

tea/casein, sleep; tea/casein, 150g burger; 175g Potato skins, 4 eggs, tea/casein, parking lot snow snafu later, gym, 1L/3hr; phone, home, 2 slice chicken spinach alfredo, tea; tea/casein; x2;

Thu/ FST Push /lbs > Treadmill 5, elliptical 60rf, > DB Flat Bench 7*7/7590*6 > Incl BB Bench 7*7/125*7 > DB Incl Fly 7*7/115*7 > Shoulder Press 7*7/30*3,45-,30*3 > Pec deck 7*7/100*7 > *DB Lat Raise 7*7/5*7 > DB hoist 7*7/25303540404040- > Pullover 7*7/303040*450 > Trica 7*7/3040*550 > Twist 7*7/305070*5 > Elliptical 60rf

Pw; mom, 2 slices, casein tea; burger, pwo; downloads; gym, 1L, home, 180g potatoes, 6 eggs; burger, casein/tea; hot chocolate;

Fri/ Slow Pull > Treadmill 5 > Lat Pulldown 3x 6,9090105120135150165- > Chin Up neutral 3x 6,66-6- > Bench row palms up X6,120135150165180195 > Wide High Row 3x~ 65100*2 dry > DB Shrug 3x 8/2x6060,6060 > Rear delt fly 3x 8,8585100100 > EzCurl 3x 10,203040,5060- > Prchr 1-Arm 3x 10, 15304560-1 > Concentric chair, x10/30507090? > Twist X10/507090? > Treadmill 10/elliptical 60rv > Thinking to 5lbs a week after inventorying, and if a session finishes an assload of quick, sobeit.

200 burger, 250ml amino h2o; 250ml, popcorn; gym, 1L++; home, a pizza, 1L+vitC; cheese;

Sat/ Lite Legs remix > Treadmill 5, elliptical 60,60,60, stairwell 10, elliptical 60,60, treadmill 10, stairs? Should I eat without reward. Running on the elliptical, if i’d’ve been doing it for 5 years, it’d be the abs muscle memory that would be chunky by now, tldr not-bouncy elliptical no joke.

/WEEK 3

Week 3 (mixed: lite, slow) >

Mon/ Heavy Push /lbs > Treadmill 10/elliptical 60 > Shldr Press *6/60*3 > Hoist 30355065- > Lateral Raise *6/55510 > BB Flat Bench *6/75*4 > Dips *8/6666 > Incl DB Bench *6/7070909011 > Pec Deck *8/100i15*4 > Pullover *8/4040,4040 > Triceps *8/30454545? > Kneelmach twists *8/70i20*4 > Elliptical 60r > Treadmill I fucking hate treadmill walking my cooldowns;

4 bacon, 6 eggs, tea; casein/tea, 200g rice; gym, 1L++; home, 2 slice, 4 eggs; tea/casein;

Tue /Lite Pull 5*12 > Elliptical 60c > Lat Pulldown *10/456075*4 > Palms In Pulldown *10/100*6 > DB 1-Arm Row *10/45*4,50*2- > Straight pulldown *10/30*4,40*2 > Supine row *10/75i15*4 > Shrug *10/2x60*6 > Delt Deck *10/55*6 > Supine Curl *10/20304050,6060 > Preacher Curl 2/*10/30*6 > Alt DB Hammer /2/*10/2030*5liro > Elipti 60c > Treadmill 10 > Rev order

Pwo 250ml, 2 pizza slices, groceries; 180g skirt, mate/catnip tea; gym, 1.5L/3h; 8oz summer sausage; 225g rice, 325g chiclken;

Wed/ Slow Legs > Treadmill 5 > Mule /2 *6/50709011 > Leg Press *6/J'T;8095110 > 125140155170185,200215 > Hack Squat *6/- > Deadlift *6/50,100,200 > skippo some stuff >

Sit Heel Raise *6/50i20*5 > skip that > Bow/Crunch *10/3040506580100105- > Twist *10/90110130? > Finished the full stack at the leg press, possibly twice as hard as the horizontal press

Tea; tea; 2pm 200g burger, coffee; 5pm 225 burger, coffee; gym, 1L~+; home, salad (nuts, spinach, onions, cranberries, kale); 200g skirt, ~cup doubled crock broth/gravy/potatoes;

Thu/ Lite Push 60/lb/x > Treadmill 10 > Cable Lat Raise *10/5*6- > W should Press *10/50*6 > H Chest press *10/70*6 > Low press? *10/ 454560607575 > Xpunch *10/ 353535505050 > Crossover *10/202020202525 > Lock pulldown/over *10/3030 > Should I do side bends knelt?

Burger, tea; burger, tea; gym, rehydrate 700ml, pw ½x2; home, ⅓ onion, 3sm jalapenos, 300g burger, 300g rice/cayenne/fridge;

Fri/ Slow/Heavy Pull > High Row *6/50658095 > Lat Pulldown *6/60i15*6 > Low Row *8/60i15*9 > DB Shrug *8/2x60*4 > Delt Deck *8/70708080? > Prchr 1-Arm *10/30454560- >

200g burger, gr tea/casein; 200g burger, tea; never bw still; LOW CARB

Sat/ Lite Legs 60/lb > Treadmill 10 > Elliptical 60,60-60- > Treadmill 15 > treadmill 15 > Stairwell 15 > Leave some circulation so that I don't pass out you (German profanity?)

Trainers black, hoodie grey thin, drawers 2x, clean away closet, live in half the room;

/WEEK 4

Week 4 (all slow)

MON/ HEAVY PUSH > buys > Shldr Press *6/456075,90105120- > Pec Deck *8/100i15*5 > BB Flat Bench *6/607590105 > Incl DB Bench *6/70i20*6 > Dips *8/8,8,8,8 > Pullover *8/3535,5050 > Tric Pushdown *8/2/30456075-L > Twist *8/7090110 > Elliptical 60c > Treadmill 8

TUE/ SLOW-LITE PULL > Lat Pulldown *6/606075*4,90*2 > Palms-In Pulldown *6/100*4 > 1-Arm Row *6/2045*3 > Pullover/down *6/30303040 > Row *6/6075858590 > Sm Shrug *8/100*4 > Delt Deck *8/2/55*4 > Straight Bar Curl *8/20303040 > Preacher Curl *8/2/30*4 > Prch Hammer *8/2/30*4 >.

Wed/ HEAVY-SLOW LEGS > Body Squat *6/66; > Leg Press *6/110125140,155170185,200,215 > Rom Deadlift *6/100150200~ > Leg Ext *8/30507090- > Heel Raise *6/7090110130 > Side Bends *8/35506580100- > Cablebar Bows *6/35506580100100 > Rev Crunch *10/?chair 90*6/4? >

A thermal session but from eating a low GI breakfast, lunch had a smoothie the breakfast was high fat but had fasted half a day to get there, and the PWO niacin kicks pace slower but faster, have to get super better at cardio

Thu/ LITE-SLO PUSH > 6DB Flat Bench *6/30+456075 > 7Incl BB Bench *6/110*3,130- > 8Pec deck *6/100100100,100 > 9Crossover *8/2x20*4 > 3Shldr Press *8/30*4 > 5Cbl Lat Raise *8/10*4 > DB front Raise *6/364045- > 4Plate pullover *10/30404040 > 2Tric Pushdown *10/30404040 > 1Twist *12/50707070 > Treadmill 8

Fri / HEAVY PULL > High Row *6/3040506070 > Lat Pulldown *6/30i15*13 > Pullup *6/? > Mach Row *8/7590 > Low row *8/100105110115 > DB Shrug *8/2x60*3 > Delt Deck *8/ 20253035 > BB Curl *10/ 2030405060- > Preacher 1-Arm *10/2/30*3 > Preacher both *10/45-45-45 slowaf > AM crunches?

Sat/ LITE-SLO LEGS > Treadmill 10 > Stairs 10 > Treadmill 10 > Stairs 10 > Treadmill 10 > Stairs kneeraise 5 >

[scribblestatic]

Izuku’s quickly ushered off to the changing room closest to the NICU once he arrives. He’s given light turquoise clothes much like what nurses wear during surgery, and a cap to hold back his unruly hair, though it’s just barely on his head with the amount of fluff he’s grown. He has a face mask, gloves, and shoe covers, too. He could be mistaken for a nurse on a good day, had it not been for the gakuran under the outfit.

Then he’s introduced to a room in the NICU where the baby lays in his incubator, warbled cries echoing out from around the breathing tube. He’s squirming something fierce, which isn’t much considering his body, but he’s doing the best he can. Izuku approaches slowly as the baby keeps crying, his chest clenching with distress at the sound. Somehow...doesn’t the baby look worse than before?

There’s two holes in each side of the incubator for Izuku to put his gloved hands through, but he hesitates.

The baby squirms and cries between the two towels meant to keep him from moving too much, crying around the tube. So many different little tubes connected to the baby...so much plastic.

Izuku doesn’t have to really think about it when he removes his gloves. He does hear a little bit of protest behind him, but he doesn’t pay attention. Instead, he reaches his right hand in and calmly presses it to the tip of the baby’s head, right where his nose should be.

The baby gasps, coughs a little...moans...but the cries begin to peter off.

Then, eyes wide and watery, Izuku begins to pet the baby from the tip to the back of his head, shushing noises easing from his mouth on instinct. The baby squirms a little, turns his little body, gasps a bit…

Then goes blessedly silent, simply breathing as Izuku pets his head.

Izuku smiles behind the mask.

“It’s okay...you’re okay,” he whispers.

It never occurs to him that he’s been mentally calling the baby a ‘he’, even though he is without any developed genitals.

— —

“The blood tests have come back,” the doctor says into the phone. “Both for the baby and for the blood it was covered in.”

“What results do you all have?” the policewoman asks from the other side of the phone.

“Well, it’s...complicated.” The doctor turns in her seat in the darkened room, the bright lights of the NICU shining inwards through the one-sided mirror.

“How complicated can it be? It’s just blood.”

A dark-screened computer glows dimly in front of the doctor’s face, showing off the results of her research. “It’s very complicated, actually. Mildly. First of all, the identity of the blood on the baby. The blood matches that of Isoba Lisa. She’s between 30 to 45 years old according to the test. And, apparently, she’s been missing for the last 10 years.”

“Lisa...Isoba Lisa...hmm...yes. Yeah, I believe I’ve heard about that case. Gimme a second.” The other side of the line went silent save for the clicking of a computer. “Hmm...It was in Hokkaido, though. Nowhere near Tokyo. The police in the Ishikari district never got a trace of her heading over this way, either. But, well...I suppose that’s the point of a missing person.”

“Right…”

“But the last note that I see on Isoba was that the last sighting of her was about five years ago.”

On the policewoman’s side, the photos of the last sighting glows back at her. The photo is blurry, like it was taken on a polaroid in a moving car instead of a digital camera. There’s a woman with long, wispy brown hair ending at her shoulder blades standing in what looks to be a wheat field. She stands in only a white dress with her head tilted to the side. Her back is to the camera in the first photo. With the click of the computer mouse, the second appears, showing her head slightly turned.

It’s only with the third picture that the person perhaps realized it was her. She stares right back at the camera staring her way, eyes wide open, perhaps wider than they should’ve been held, lips partially open, two trickles of blood running down from her nose onto the collar of her shirt. 

It’s blurry in the photo as well, but with some facial recognition and identification software, the Hokkaido police had been able to identify that it had been her.

Police searched high and low through the fields of the Biei district, through the golden fields of Hokkaido for the missing woman. But that was the last seen of her.

But now, her blood was found on a young boy’s gakuran and found saturating the skin of a monster that can barely be called a baby..

“...We may need to reopen her case. But in the meantime, what else have you found?”

“Well...we received the blood test back for...the baby.”

“And?”

“It...doesn’t appear to be human.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“No, I mean, by the blood, it does not fit into common human normativity.”

The doctor listens for a moment as the policewoman goes quiet, and she stares at the dark-screened computer in front of her.

Neon green text is on the screen, vibrant against the black background. It has the creature’s bloodwork information pulled up on it, showing a few, very eerie facts.

“What do you mean the thing’s not normal?”

“Well, think of it like this. You know that humans have 23 chromosome pairs. Even after quirks became prominent in human biology, the change actually occurred with some of the amino acids and proteins that make our DNA. It’s a gene rather than a whole chromosome pair of its own. Some people have them and some don’t.” She glances through the one-sided mirror again, watching as the boy who found the creature pets and cooes at the monster. “So, for a while, I was rather ashamed of my reactions to the baby. It doesn’t matter if a person has extra limbs, hardened skin, or can create swords from their arms. They have 23 chromosome pairs, 46 chromosomes.”

“...And how does the baby differ.”

“It has 63 chromosomes.”

“...63.”

“Right. It has more in common with a mule than a human. And it is very, very pointedly not a human baby.”

“...But it cries like one.”

“That’s the other thing.” She stares at the computer screen as she speaks now, making sure she’s saying what she sees correctly. “After testing the blood between the records we have for Isoba Lisa and this...creature, we have a 78% match. And the baby’s blood type is somewhere between O-, like Isoba’s, and DEA 6.”

“DEA 6? What is that?”

“I didn’t really know either at first. I had do a bit of research on my own just to find out. And, well...” 

The doctor turns back towards the mirror and stares at the creature in the incubator.

“DEA 6 is a dog’s blood type.”

[incorrect-pentagon]

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Tagged by @different-charlie. Thanks, Charlie!

1. I am really bad at remembering faces. I wouldn't go as far saying that I'm face blind, but I'm definitely better at remembering names.

2. When I'm not busy with school, work or being a poor intern, I enjoy crafting and painting! I post DIYs and how to's on ARMYs Amino semi-frequently.

3. I am a plant hoarder. I have a current collection of 25 in my small bedroom.

4. I'm actually a really into D&D (and other tabletop rpgs) since I was 15, but I have never been part of a campaign.

5. I have a huge primal phobia of butterflies. I instinctively freak out if they come too close.

6. I think you're pretty cool.

I'm not directly tagging anyone, but feel free to do this yourself!

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Seven O’Clock Reaction to their S/O Kissing them Randomly

Admin: Käri 🦈

A/N: I’m whipped for SOC, so you get to be too, I hope you guys enjoy!!

Hangyeom/A-Day:

He’s a blushy little baby, okay? He was being his normal cute ass self and it made you feel all warm and adorable, so you just squealed and planted a big old kiss on his cheek. His cheeks are a bright ruby color as he never expected a kiss like that. That’s not to say he wasn’t happy about it. He thought that your reaction to him being absolutely adorable was just... well... absolutely adorable. After that, he kinda tried doing things consistently that would get him a random kiss on the cheek.

Andy:

So I don’t know all that much about this precious bean since he just debuted like 3 weeks ago, and I’ve only heard him talk twice but from what I can tell about him, he seems sort of shy but he’s also very kind and sweet. My instinct tells me he’s going to be really blushy but really appreciative. He’d kiss you back and move on about his day, whether he’s dancing or practicing or just sitting around the dorm.

Sunghyun/Hyun:

(gif courtesy of  •|ҜIΜ PΔŘҜ ŘØŞ€|• on Amino bc absolutely no one on here makes Hyun gifs, someone help me. He needs recognition)

Even though he’s part of the extra line he would also be fairly cheeky as well. Not before he hides the blush that swept across his cheeks. He was singing around the dorm while you were playing video games with Jeonggyu, and it just sounded so... exquisite. His voice was so smooth and delightful it only ever brings a smile to your face. So you paused the video game *to which Gyu and his giant self whined about* and just gave him a quick peck and whispered “You sound beautiful,” he threw his hands up in the air and shouted, “YOU LOVE ME!”

Younghoon/2Soul:

He would be kinda cheeky but also very cute about it. You sat next to Hyun, Jeonggyu, and Younghoon as they practiced their harmonies (which are absolute quality go watch them) for an upcoming cover/mashup they were filming. You watched in awe as you heard all their voices mesh up in some sort of orchestral unison. Their voices gave you goosebumps. After they finished, you gave Hoon water, but right before he took it you pulled it back and gave him a kiss. He just kind of chuckled at you before he whispered to you, “don’t try to tease me.” He placed another kiss on your lips, took the water, and giggled at your flustered reaction.

Jeonggyu:

He’s just super... I wanna say dorky but also he’s just... Jeonggyu. He was practicing his superior guitar skills and singing a cute little song. He’s just so talented and cute, especially when he’s focused, that you couldn’t help yourself. So, in the midst of your glowing admiration, you placed a brief and soft kiss to his cheek. Somehow you really hit him in his feels because he just stopped everything, turned to you, and widened his mouth in shock. Then, he just stopped and smiled at you.

Taeyoung:

He just kind of stopped in his tracks. He was getting in some extra practice on his moves for a cover with Hangyeom when you walked in and brought him some food and something to drink. He barely noticed your entrance so you walked over to the speakers and just unplugged the entire thing so he wouldn’t be tempted to turn it on again. He quickly turned around and saw you next to the speakers. He gave you a small smile and you walked up to him and gave him a loving kiss. He just stopped right there, a little shocked, but he quickly regained his composure, smiled, and kissed you back.

Former Member-

Sangwon/Vaan:

(this is the only viable one I could find even though it doesn’t really fit. STAN MY BABIES PEOPLE)

You thought Jeonggyu was bad? Nah. He was laying on your lap watching a movie when you just randomly kissed him on the nose. He decided that it would be a good time to be extra, and he rolled off the couch onto the floor with a big shit eating grin. Then, he decides to stand up and run around your apartment waving his arms throughout the air and squealing. He’s a huge dork I swear.

[kurokairin-angelx]

White [Jumin Fanfic]

⚠ Content Warning ⚠ Some Angst

Writing Type Prose

Character (Mystic Messenger, Cheritz) Jumin (Focus)

Word Count 1,885

Date 4 October 2018

Author's Notes Originally written for an Amino event for Jumin's Birthday (first posted on MM Amino, then on Otome Amino).

Tagging @juminweek because I realised it touches on a couple of the prompts too: Day 1 (Elizabeth the 3rd); Day 2 (Childhood & Friendship); Day 3 (Common Life); Day 5 (Emotions); Day 7 (Birthday & Family). O____O Did I just cheated by doing multiple-in-one?

"Child Jumin" is used as a theme, but is not the sole Jumin that appears. White, associated with the innocence and purity of "childhood", is used as a motif.

Timeline of major events in Jumin's life is made up. Fanfic begins under the cut.

White is the frills on his mother's dress.

Light footsteps echoed excitedly along the stairway as little Jumin cautiously climbed up the staircase leading to his mother's bedroom. He did not understand why his mother no longer stayed in the same bedroom as his father, and he did not think it important to understand the reason behind. After all, his mother was still with him — that was all that mattered.

"Mommy!" Once the four-year-old reached the upper floor of the mansion he lived in, Jumin dashed excitedly toward his mother's room, his bright red Man of Iron school bag slapping against his tiny back rhythmically with every stride he took.

It was Jumin's birthday and he just returned from the day care centre where he had a modest birthday celebration with the other children. Even though the simple gifts of balloons and birthday card pale in comparison to the extravagant items that his parents always give him, he was still eager to share about his special day with his mother.

"Mom-" Jumin was about to knock on the nicely polished wooden door when he realised his mother's bedroom door was ajar. His heart sank at what he saw through the gap; his mother was sitting on the single bed, tear stricken and gripping tightly onto torn pieces of what was once a beautiful white silk gown.

He did not understand why his mother cried over a torn white gown, and he did not think it important to understand the reason behind. After all, his mother was still with him — that was what he naively believed.

That night, he made his only birthday wish before going to bed.

"I wish mommy be happy."

White is the cream on his birthday cake.

He watched blankly as his shadow cast silently over the vanilla cream topping on the round cake, where a big unlit candle was placed precisely at the centre. The digital clock in the living room showed the date '5 October', and although the moon was already hanging high in the night sky, everything that had been laid out on the dining table since morning were still in their original, untouched conditions — including a note sitting conspicuously on top of a huge box wrapped in an limited edition Man of Iron gift paper.

The note, while pleasant to the touch, contained a cruelly brief message: "Happy birthday, my son."

Soon, the date on the clock changed. Jumin's lips trembled lightly as he closed his eyes and sighed. Then, he stood up from the chair and turned to instruct their housekeeper - the only other person who was with him in the kitchen the entire day - to clear the dining table. Already accustomed to this annual routine ever since Chairman Han divorced Jumin's mother, the housekeeper proceeded to do as told.

Putting his hands into his trouser pockets for warmth, Jumin made his way back to his bedroom in the empty mansion slowly. En route, he could not help stealing a few glances in the direction of the front door. He was unsure of what he was expecting — after all, his father never did come home until the late wee hours.

Closing the wooden door lightly behind him, he stood alone in the unlit bedroom. He recalled that the housekeeper mentioned his father had prepared the table with the birthday cake and presents early in the morning before rushing out to attend to matters at the company.

"Work?" The dark haired boy buried his face into the pillow as he climbed into bed, warm tears staining its cover. "What a lie."

White is the mask on his face.

"Hope you've enjoyed your birthday!" A group of teenage boys, still in their white school uniforms, spoke gleefully as they walked out of a karaoke bar together.

"Thank you," Jumin smiled and politely thanked his classmates for arranging a birthday celebration for him. This group of male friends were his high school classmates for the past three years. They had planned small birthday celebrations for Jumin every year, and each time Jumin thanked them, they would happily reply "It's our pleasure!"

"Man, I hope we can still sing a few more songs!" The boys continue to chat as they walked toward the pavement. "Haha! If we sing any more, we'll miss the last bus home!"

Amidst their boisterous laughter, a car honk was heard. A teal haired teenager in the group gently pat Jumin's broad shoulder and said, "Your driver is here."

Jumin glanced at the familiar white luxurious car parked by the roadside kerb before looking back at him and nodded. "Let's go."

As their classmates bid them good night, the duo walked side by side and made their way toward the car where Jumin's driver was waiting patiently.

"Mr. Jumin, Mr. Jihyun," the driver greeted professionally as the car door opened automatically on Jumin's approach, and the two teenagers occupied the passenger seats with swift, practised coordination. Once the pair of best friends buckled on their seat belts, the driver started the car engine and drove quietly away from the karaoke bar and in the direction of their destination.

As the white car continued to travel along the quiet streets under the blanket of stars, its interior was illuminated periodically as it passed by street lamps that were situated at regular intervals on the side pavement. That created a curious illusion of the passengers' white uniforms blinking.

"Jumin." The teal haired boy spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?"

"..." A silent pause. "I don't know."

White is the coat on his cat.

Upon entering his penthouse, the young man placed the silver keys on the coffee table before heading straight to the bedroom where his beloved cat was waiting for him.

"Ah, my Elizabeth the 3rd," Jumin knelt down and gently combed through Elizabeth's beautiful soft white fur. "Apologies for returning home slightly late today."

Elizabeth purred as she let herself enjoy Jumin's affectionate touch.

"Let me prepare your dinner," Jumin spoke as he stood up, removing his black jacket and tie, and walked toward the small food counter in his bedroom. As he poured top-grade cat food into a red food bowl and then some red wine into a wine glass, he continued his one-sided conversation with Elizabeth, "How's your day been? Were you feeling bored?"

The white house cat sniffed at the food as Jumin laid the filled bowl in front of her on the floor. Then, she began to dig in.

"I've been rather busy today," Jumin took a sip of the red wine he poured as he pat Elizabeth's head. He then slowly recounted his day to her, just like he had done so every night ever since he received her from his best friend, Jihyun. "On my way to the office this morning, I received 68 birthday greetings from employees who saw me. I received a further 138 birthday wishes via e-mails. My father arranged a meal with me as usual at a grand hotel where we had a twelve-course lunch that lasted three hours."

Elizabeth continued to nibble on her cat food as she listened to Jumin's soothing deep voice.

"Guess what did my father give me as my birthday present this year?" Jumin smiled gently at Elizabeth, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at her. "He said he's pleased with how I'm handling the company as a Director. So, he's going to pull more investments into the cat project I proposed a while back."

Elizabeth's ears twitched instinctively when she heard the word "cat", and she briefly looked up at Jumin, her crystal blue eyes meeting his glistening grey eyes.

"Did you hear that, Elizabeth the 3rd?" He chuckled a little as he shyly covered his tearful eyes with his hand. It was not uncommon for Jumin to show his emotions in front of Elizabeth, but he still found it awkward and wrong to display his feelings openly, even if it was only in front of his beloved cat in private. "The cat project in your honour is now supported by my father too."

Done with her dinner, Elizabeth purred softly and rubbed herself against Jumin's legs, against his black trousers and socks.

"You're happy about it, aren't you?" Jumin took another sip of red wine from the wine glass as he let Elizabeth snuggle against his legs. In quiet amusement, he observed Elizabeth's white fur strands sticking to his trousers. "Thank you."

White is the frame on his Polaroid film.

"Alright, everyone! Look here and say cheese!" With a wave of his hand, Jihyun instructed everyone present to look in the direction of his camera. Within a few seconds of countdown, and with a quick flash of light, a group photograph of all six RFA members who had gathered to celebrate Jumin's birthday was taken.

"Let's cut the cake!" Yoosung clapped in excitement.

"Jumin should make his birthday wishes before blowing out the candles!" Seven took Yoosung aside before the latter could get near the plastic cake knife.

"Ah," Yoosung smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Come, Jumin," MC gently locked her arm around Jumin's. "You should make a wish."

Jumin gave MC's hand a light pat before closing his eyes and making his wish in silent thought.

"What do you think Jumin wished for?" Yoosung whispered, curiosity unconcealed in his tone.

"Hopefully something for the benefit of his employees," Jaehee sighed in response.

"Well, Trust Fund Kid already has everything," Zen shrugged. "I can't imagine what else he could wish for."

"Whatever he wished for," Jihyun looked at his best friend whom he had known since childhood. Even though Jumin had grown taller, his shoulders had grown broader, and his facial features had grown more masculine, he still wore the same untainted pair of eyes. Through his grey eyes, Jihyun could see the child in Jumin — the child who had the same tenacity as the Man of Iron. "I'm sure it'll be good."

Everyone cheered and clapped when Jumin opened his eyes after having made his wish and puffed the candle flame out. The day proceeded in hustle and bustle, and soon, it was time for everyone to go back home.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?" MC asked Jumin once the two of them entered their comfortable abode.

"Of course, my wife," Jumin planted a gentle kiss on MC's forehead. "Thank you for planning the party for me."

MC giggled while replying that he definitely deserved a decent birthday celebration. "Hmm," MC spoke as she picked up Elizabeth, who had sprang out of the master bedroom soon after she heard them entering the penthouse, and caressed her soft fur. "So, what did you wish for?"

A smile formed on Jumin's lips when he noticed how peacefully Elizabeth was snuggling in MC's arms. "You're curious?" He raised an eyebrow at MC as he combed through Elizabeth's white fur.

MC looked up at Jumin and nodded earnestly.

"Well," Jumin blushed as he first looked at his beloved wife and then at his beloved cat cradled in her arms. His voice dropped to a soft whisper when he articulated the wish that he had made earlier at his birthday party —

"I wish us to be happy."

White is the page on his new life chapter with you.

[tourdiforce]

On the Run.

- ✧ ♢ ✧ -

ft. Do Kyungsoo, various EXO members, possibly Taeyong (NCT) at some point but idk.

wcount. ~2500

warnings. Strong language! Possible hints at drug use, possible sexual themes, etc.

comments. Heed the strong language warning lmao there’s a lot of cursing bc i was feeling edgy when i wrote this. Sorry the exposition is really really weird. I’m stuck. If you have any ideas for this, please let me hear them! I would like to start writing an actual series but I just struggle with story telling/boarding.

insp. Somebody Else - the 1975

image found on Exo-L amino.

                                                      - ✧ ♢ ✧ -

I don’t want your body,

  Wind took wisps of hair and let it ride the air. A bleak sky and a somber night surrounds you.

But I hate to think about you with somebody else.

  You stood just outside the doors to a once happy home. Though happiness seems rarely permanent. Faith always fades.

Our love has gone cold,

  It was torture, waiting and waiting. It felt as though a thousand eyes were on you, some curious and some judging. Discomfort arose in the pit of your stomach, manifesting itself as a burn in your esophagus, and you could feel the pang of emotion and disgust, from reliving those short moments in your mind, bursting through tears that you refused to let fall. Yet you were alone

You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

  Thoughts of him seemed to haunt you; thoughts of the two of you rode alongside you in the backseat, whispering things in your ear that you didn’t need to hear. You would never be free. Everything, and nothing at the same time, drained you of your emotion, your spirit. There was no more will. There was no afterlife. Nothing could ever make you you again.

  You had had enough. Enough of the pain and heartache. Enough of him. Taeyong. You wanted to start over. Everything about this life was over. You would never be sure of what came over you that night, what compelled you to just run. Leave everything behind. You went for what seemed like ever, you could swear days went by as you drove off. Nothing mattered anymore. The death of this life only leads to the beginning of the next one.

  Though as you continued to drive, your shoddy little 2001 Toyota Camry’s tank just couldn’t take anymore and had officially fucked off. However, you weren’t paying attention to the tank. You just wanted to keep going. As far away as possible. You were possessed by the urge to just keep moving. That was until some asshole had swerved in front of you to pull into the gas station, causing you to do the same.

   As he left his truck to pay for gas inside the store, you pulled into the pump next to his, ready to give him a piece of your mind. You exited the car as he came back outside and stormed over to him, immediately shouting. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Driving like a fucking maniac out there, you nearly fucking killed me!” It had been a rough night. In fact, it had been a rough few months. Nothing seemed to go your way, as if the universe was punishing you. But tonight, it had given you the greatest blessing you’d ever received.

  He looked annoyed with your presence. Ignoring your words as he plugged the gas pump into his truck, but never once gave you the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

  “Are you just going to sit there, and fucking ignore me?” You ranted. “I should call the damn cops on you, you fucking rat. I wish you had hit my fucking car.”  He glanced at you, highly unamused with your attitude.

  “Save your breath, hag.” He spouted. You were livid. In your heated state, you approached him slightly and brought a fist down onto the hood of his ’98 Chevy Silverado.

  “Who the fuck,” You started, fuming and pointing a furious finger at him, as he turned to you with narrow eyes, suddenly full of passion and hate. It almost startled you, but you wouldn’t give it away. Not to him. You huffed momentarily. “You must be braindead if you can’t get the fucking point –“

  “Eat shit,” He spat at your feet. You jumped back slightly, only to look back up at him and throw a fist directly at his face to which he backed off to dodge, barely. His hand instinctively swung upwards to catch your wrist, and as you moved again to retaliate he caught the other in his other hand as well. He pushed against you, only to shake you up a bit so he could talk.

  “What’s your fucking problem?” He growled. You hissed back.

  “You, dumbass”

  “What do you want from me? A fucking apology?”

  “That would be better than this shit you’re pulling.”

  “You swung first, you know.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Fine.” He let go of you, turning around to move back to the gas pump.

  “No, I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

  “I’m sorry, Jesus fucking Christ, will you piss off now?”

  “Give me your wallet.”

  “Eat. Shit.”

  “Give me your fucking wallet.” Your mind was practically blank as you were blinded partly by rage but mostly by adrenaline. Doing and saying things you characteristically wouldn’t. As he returned the nozzle to its home and turned to you he shoved his hands into his front pockets and glared, eyes narrow yet burning with frustration. He opened his mouth for a moment, as though he was about to retaliate though his brows knitted together even harder as he looked past you, clenching his jaw. His piercing gaze focused back on you for a second then returned to the position it was in before – you nearly turned to follow his gaze, but his rough voice caught your attention.

  “Don’t look.” He said. In your confusion, you could only mouth the word “what?” Before he continued.

  “Get in the truck.”

  “What?” You said in disbelief. What caused this sudden change of heart?

  “Just. Get. In.” He looked rather stressed out as he mouthed the words to you between gritted teeth. He moved around you, grabbing at the door handle and opening it slowly as you moved out of the way. As he opened it wide enough for you his hand gently rested on your back and ushered you to get inside of the vehicle. After he closed the door he moved to the other side and climbed into the truck as well. Resting one hand on the clutch and one on the wheel, he lowered his head slightly and pointed out the window to two black cars, seeming to move in tandem, heading for the gas station. He said nothing as you followed his gaze, but after a brief pause he turned the truck on and began to move. The roar of the engine made you remember about your own car and all of the belongings within it.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Away.” He uttered.

  “Well – what about my car?”

  “We can come back for that.” His voice was flat as he continued to drive towards city limits.

  “What the hell!? How can you expect me to just get in your truck without an explanation and then tell me we’re going away and not be asking questions? You could be a fucking rapist or a murderer— actually, let me out of the fucking car. Right now.” You demanded, furious and worried for your life.

  He merely glanced at you. “You don’t know who they are do you?”

  “No, and I don’t fucking care – let me. Out. Of. The car.” You emphasized each word with punctuation.

  He sighed and made a u turn at the nearest intersection, coming back to the gas station and pulling over to the curb for you to get out, before speeding off again. You looked up towards your car to see two men breaking in and rummaging through it, in the middle of this gas station where surely someone would have called the police by now.  As you approached them, you could feel more anger building within you, venomous words rising to your throat as they violated your poor car – a smashed window, luggage strewn about as they looked for anything of value. Thankfully nothing – except your ring.  

  Your hands flew to your pockets, patting each one down on your pants and hoodie as you searched for your phone, but it was no where to be found. You’d had it earlier, though – you remember that much. It must have fallen out when you sat down in that guy’s truck. Fucking Christ, this night couldn’t get any worse. With a huff, you continued to approach the men, storming through rough and shaggy bushes that lined the perimeter of the parking lot. One of them retracted himself from the inside of your car, standing tall and looking down at something in hand. He gazed downward, examining whatever  it was he’d had in hand then looked up towards the other man, nudging him nearby with an elbow – he was shorter, elf-like in his features but he had a serious aura about him.

  Though without much delay. You honed in on what was in the taller man’s hand as he grinned down on it. Of course, it had to be your fucking ring. Nothing could go your way, could it? How could you have been so stupid to hope that it was something else.

  “No-“ You uttered hopelessly to yourself before finding resolve and clenching your fist. “Hey!” You shouted, demanding their attention. “Put the fucking ring back!”

  Their gazes fell to you as they looked towards the noise. The tall one looked shocked, though the other looked nothing but annoyed. He sighed then glanced up to his partner, whispering what looked like an order to him briefly before leisurely moving towards you. He stopped about 5 ft from you. He said nothing. He merely stared you down.

  “What the hell are ya’ll doing to my car!?” You interrogated.

  “Exactly what it looked like.” He was shameless and blunt in his response.

  “Fuck you!”

  He laughed through his teeth. “Its not like you had anything worth shit in there anyway.

  “Fuck you.” Was all you could mutter again. You were too tired to fight much right now.  “Just give me the ring god dammit. I don’t care about anything else.” His brow quirked at you as he shoved it deep into his pocket with his thumb while the rest of his hand rested there at his hip, the other hanging low at his side.

  You felt weak, seeing it vanish into the fabric. “Please,” A shaky, meager response to the sight. He grinned evilly, as his shorter cohort stepped up beside him. He opened his mouth the speak but was sharply interrupted.

  “Give her the ring.” A commanding voice. You looked past the two men standing ahead of you to see the same one who picked you up before. He held a gun pointed towards the thieves. The tall one scoffed as he turned, though his shit-eating grin quickly faded as he laid eyes on the gun – dark and serious. He, too, opened his mouth to speak though the sound of gunshots rang piercingly through the area as he shot the ground in front of him. Once, twice. That’s all it would take to at least maim the both of them.

  “Just fucking do it.” The shorter one, looked towards his partner, a stern and commanding look in his eye. The tall one scoffed once more to hide the startle before he inched backwards, towards you. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the ring out and handed it over. You mouthed thank you towards the Chevy guy as you took the ring in hand, and the other two males scattered back to their car almost immediately and sped off.

  He lowered his gun, and approached you, as you examined the ground  before him before he moved past it. There was no damage, and no bullet shells. “Thank you…” You said again. He reached into his pocket, whipping out your phone and handing it to you.

  “Hows your car?” He asked, turning his head to look at the beaten up car behind him. This was a change of heart, it honestly caught you off guard.

  “Fucked.” Was all you could say in response. The air between you grew cool, as his gaze returned to you. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.

  “We got off to a rough start. I’m sorry about nearly running you off the road.” He uttered, his hand dropped back down to his side as he approached you again, closing the already short distance between you, although this was more comfortable – a friendlier distance. “I’m Kyungsoo.”

  You admired him under the florescent lights of the station, the way shadows fell delicately on his face, and perfectly sculpted his almost ethereal beauty. It was breathtaking. “(y/n).” You uttered in response.

  “We should get going.” He said hastily. Looking as though he was about to say something else before you stopped him.

  “We?”

  “Uh…” He started. “Yeah, is that a problem?”

  “Well….”

  He blinked at you before moving over to your car, doing a quick walkaround and then looking back up at you. You could tell he had bad news. “It’s not in a condition to be driving in. Unless you’d rather stay here.” He side eyed you as he turned and began to walk towards the gas station, heading around the back of it. You weighed your options, checked your phone – 3% – glanced at your car. The mess made of it reminded you of him. But mess was an understatement.

  With a sigh, you followed Kyungsoo around the back of the station, his truck was parked again on the side of the road with the hazard lights flashing. He stood at the curb waiting for you and glanced up at you from his phone when you came into view out of the darkness.

  “Good choice.” He said shortly. You nodded in response and watched as he turned to open the door for you. “Where are you trying to go?”

  You thought for a moment. You were aimless. No where to go. Yet there were so many options ahead of you. “Anywhere but here.” You said as you slid into the truck, leaning your head against the rest. You knew you must have been at least a few hundred miles from home by now.

  He blinked at you as he got into the car as well. “I was thinking about heading north.”

  “Fine with me.”

  Without another word, he began to drive. The ride was silent. We’re weren’t interested in small talk anyway.

  The silence left you to your thoughts. Wondering what had gone wrong in your relationship of three years. Why suddenly he was unfaithful, and mean. Taeyong had changed. Wondering if it was your fault, tears welled up in your eyes and began to fall silently. The world was laughing at you. You turned towards the window, bringing your feet up onto seat and curling your knees. You could hear Kyungsoo’s head turn to look at you, but no words were exchanged and he continued to drive.

[chimchimjiminheadcanons]

Temptation/Chapter 1

A/N - Hey! Before I start everything off I'd like to let you all know that this idea definitely wasn't purely my own and I'm definitely not the first to write for this AU. Just in case anyone is curious, I caught the idea from a tweet by @jiminrnb and an Amino post here. Alright, now let's get on with it :)

Word count: 2,629

Warnings: There's a lot of poking holes in religion (if you are religious (Christian specifically), some parts of this may offend you), cursing and a near death experience (mentions of a possible car accident). Please let me know if there is anything else I should be adding as a warning.

(M) / (2)

"Are you an angel?"

 Religion in a sense is a concept created for the good of the world. If you know what's wrong and what's right and there are consequences for doing the wrong thing, the world will be safer. People will choose to believe and be scared away from the wrong path and thus - the world becomes safer.  Even if they don't decide to believe, most people at least have morals.  What's right and what's wrong however changes with each passing century. One thing that should always remain the right thing to do is love and hate should always be the wrong thing to do, but if that is so, why and how to people justify racism and other forms of hate? There's one explanation and only one that is valid. Fear of the unknown.  People who don't know are uneducated, at least in that particular situation. They're left to primal instinct and fear, both of them say to run or to hide. Sometimes it even says to hurt. That's why people do what they do, to take control of the situation and what they fear by making it fear them.  You will never be one of those people. You make it your job to be a lover not a fighter and your job to help those around you and if it weren't for how disgustingly squeamish you are, you would be in college majoring in medicine, on your way to becoming a doctor, yet the only situation you have found the bravery to fight through the vomit burning your throat was one in which a child was lost and hurt. Blood isn’t supposed to come out, it’s supposed to stay in and circulate, not spill and—you shiver, it’s awful.  When you were travelling with your cousins you came across a girl who had lost her parents in the middle of town. “Oh,” you jumped noticing the child at your feet, you almost tripped over her small, trembling form, “sorry sweet heart, you alright?”  Two tiny doe eyes stared up at you. She opened her mouth, closed it and reached out for you, gripping on to the end of your sleeve. “Did you come out here all on your own?” You questioned, but received no answer but a wail and her burying her head into your arm. “It hurts,” she mumbled, muffled by the fabric of your red coat. “I can’t find them a-and it hurts.” “Can’t find them? Your parents?” The girl nodded, pushing herself off of you and releasing your sleeve from the grip of one of her hands. She pointed down at the arm still holding on to you with a vice like grip, and down at a cut long like a lightning bolt.  Blood was sleeping through the blue material of her sweater, fabric cut in a long string and open wound kissed by air. You can only imagine how much it must sting, for right now you can feel your guts twisting. “Oh my,” you fought the temptation to scream and swallowed the vomit that left that nasty taste in your mouth, showing as much compassion as possible. “How did you get that?” “I slipped,” tears drew a glassy shine on the girl’s wide eyes, blurring her vision and sliding from her eyes as she screwed them shut as tight as possible. “I slipped on the rocks by the beach.” “What were you doing by the beach?” “We went surfing and-and I couldn’t get down.”  You let out a sigh and dropped to the ground in front of the girl. “Alright. How about this,” the girl’s tears slowed as you spoke. “I’ll fix you up and then we can go find your parents okay? I’m sure they’re looking for you right now.”  Ever the smart traveller, you always carried a first aid kit in your backpack, a backpack which stays with you at all times. It wasn’t hard at all pulling the kit out and finding the things you needed to stitch the wound. You can’t even begin to express how glad you are that there weren’t any smaller pebbles in her arm, that would’ve hurt both you and her.  At first it seemed easy enough, but after you had cleaned the wound and finally had the needle held in your hand, you found that your hands shook and the girl sitting in front of you tipped her head to the side.  You took a deep breath and finally began sewing. “You’re so strong!” You smiled, the little girl was flinching, eyes screwed together but she never cried, and she never complained. “You’re doing amazing, don’t worry it’s almost over.” “Are you an angel?” The girl asked, popping one eye open to study your face. She watched as the corners of your mouth curved up. “What do you mean?” “You’re so nice to me. No ones ever done something like this for me.” “I would hope you wouldn’t have to have someone sew your arm back up,” you laughed. “If I ever do again, I hope it’s you.” The girl watched as you stitched the last gap together and cut the string. “You have to be an angel, because I can see your wings!” “Really?” “Yeah! Look behind you!”  You knew the little girl couldn’t possibly be right, yet you found yourself smiling, looking back behind you as if expecting to see something. “I can’t see anything,” you frowned. “Well, I can!” The girl jumped up from her spot on the rock, pointing to a spot above your head. “There’s a halo here too.” “Alright,” you smiled, “I’ll believe you.”  You ruffled the girl’s hair, melting at the way she smiled and laughed. Finding her parents afterwards was anything but easy, and for most of the night you walked, hand held by tiny fingers. Even if you lost hope, she never did. Little did you know, she really had seen wings and a halo, but they weren't yours. Not yet. It is this that intrigues him.  Sometimes good is tempted by evil, Adam and Eve did eat the fruit after all, but you... You remained pure and perfect which was surprising to him given the state of the world around you right now. "Interesting," a smile etches on his face, watching as you cross across the road towards a diner on the opposite side. "You're different." "That's one word for it."  The first man sighs, a drawn out sound to show his disapproval. "Why are you here?" "I could ask you the same thing," he hums, "in fact, I will. Why are you here?" "I will not be tempted by you," the first man continued to watch as your eyes lifted from your phone, held tightly between two gloved hands. "You creature of sin." "Ouch, so harsh."  The second man let out a hiss, one almost exactly like the hiss made by the serpent that tempted the two humans previously mentioned. The first male remains cold, back turned towards the second relentlessly, making said male restless. "Good turns evil you know?" The second man smiled. "Don't you ever think, even just for a second, that I wasn't - that we weren't - good once?" "I don't believe so," the first man rolled his eyes. "I find it impossible. All of you were hand crafted by Satan himself." "I'd be careful throwing that name around like that," the second male moved closer, a movement the first knew would happen even before the second stood, yet he didn't move. He didn't recoil nor spin on his heels but stood still. Staring. Watching. Refusing to move an inch. He allowed himself to be tempted, just in the slightest, remaining still. "You might lose those wings of yours pretty boy." "Yoongi."  The very sound of the second male's name being drawn from the first's lips reminds Yoongi exactly why he is in the position he is. It's downright sinful the way his tongue curves the word, he nearly looses all restraint right there. Still a snarky response slips from curved lips. "I rest my case."  A hand slides over the first man's eyes, a smirk crossing Yoongi's face and in that moment of silence and darkness, the first man found himself wondering what it would be like to see things differently. To see things like the second did, the other side of the coin. Yet he couldn't. He'd held on for so long even though his restraint was as much hanging on a thread as his reputation in heaven was, he couldn't give in without a fight.  Yoongi's hand withdraws. "I used to be like you, like her," he motions to you, sitting there at the counter and sipping from a straw dug deep inside your glass and chattering with the man working behind the counter. "I got lost in it all, you know how it goes, and now look where I am. One of the big, bad, six deadly sins."  The first male bit down on his lip but refused to turn to face Yoongi, refused to let the demon's words continue to play in his head, his name tingle and burn the skin of his tongue. "I know you don't believe it's possible," Yoongi sighed, stepping forward to stand beside his companion - well if he could even call him that at this point -. "So, how about we play a game?" "I don't make deals with the devil." "Of course you don't but," Yoongi smirked, "if I remember correctly, you sure love to dance with him." "You remember incorrectly." "Do I now?" "You do."  The first male's wings stretch, nearly hitting Yoongi in the face. He remains unaffected by this and continues to talk. "Leaving so soon?" "Not soon enough greed."  Yoongi's smirk faltered to a thin line. It set so deep in his features it was almost like he was a statue and they had been carved that way. Greed was his sin - sure -  but being addressed so coldly by the one who got him here in the first place, the one who tempted him - his serpent - made him sore. A pang of pain he didn't know he could feel travelled to the stone heart set in his chest. He'd tempted Jimin before, he'd tried to pull him down with him and he's aware of how awful that is. But that's why he's here today.  He wasn't happy after God had created Jimin for him. He was only intended to be a friend if not, a co-worker. Any other relationships weren't permitted, as archangels you had work to focus on that was far too important to be distracted from. God brought them here to an afterlife full of happiness and now they had to pay him back and Yoongi had two debts to pay. One for getting here and one for Jimin.  Yet when he began to fall for Jimin, this left a bitter taste in his mouth. There was part of him that felt incomplete and unsatisfied, so he chased the feeling Jimin brought him and grew greedier and greedier with each conversation and each touch. Jimin was so good, so pure and he didn't want to give up what both of them had, but Yoongi couldn't think over the feeling in his heart.  Jimin wanted this too though he'd never admit it. He loved he wings on his back and the place in the sky he calls home far too much to loose it. He watched Yoongi get thrown from heaven because on him. He vowed to himself never to talk to him again but things got out of hand when he came to visit and started to give into temptation more and more. Still, it looks like it would hurt to fall down the staircase to heaven.  Jimin drew in a sigh through his nose. You'd finished your milkshake a long time ago and remained sitting there and chattering though Jimin could feel a tense energy in there. Still, he stared at the grass beneath his feet. "Explain this game to me."  Yoongi smirked again, as if the sly look never left his face. It was fitting for a deadly sin. "I want to show you just how easily good becomes evil." "And the point of this is?" "Well," Yoongi kicks a rock onto the road "I really wasn't expecting this conversation to go like this, so really I don't have an objective." "Then?"  Yoongi hummed. "How about this," for the first time in a long time, Jimin's head slowly moves to the side, golden eyes staring deep into Yoongi's bottomless pits of black tinted red. This nearly made Yoongi, big bad sin of greed, shiver. Yet he manages to compose himself. "Give me a week. And I can turn that pretty little angel you seem set on getting a pair of these," he flicks one of Jimin's feathered appendages, a motion that angers him and yet he remains calm. "Into one of us." "I can't make a deal with you that is that risky." "God you are such a tight ass."  Jimin's face twists into one of shock and disgust. "Before you say anything, I'm 'carved by Satan himself,' did you really think I wouldn't use your Lord's name in vain?" "I'm not a tight..." "So innocent," Yoongi mused, "it's really adorable of you. Listen. Whether you like it or not, that girl is going to die. Get hit by a truck actually so I can save her and stick her in a maze with six of us or we can let her die and I'll tell that God you love so much that you did nothing about it." "If it's her fate to die that way, it isn't my fault." "Oh but it is."  Jimin swallowed thickly. "Why do you want this Yoongi?" "If I show you how easily good will be tempted by evil," he quips, "maybe then you'll realize you're already halfway there. Those wings of yours are glued on with school glue pretty boy, they'll fall any moment now."  The idea of this makes Jimin's throat dry. Yoongi isn't wrong, he's been tempted so many times by Yoongi that his restraint is running thin and he knows he can't hold back any longer. Either way, he'll end up a sin. He might as well let this happen. "A week Min Yoongi," he curses mildly under his breath. "My full name and a curse? You're really starting to get it now aren't you?"  Jimin remains silent and at that moment, you step out from the diner and you look incredibly upset. Mascara stains your cheeks in streaks, streaks Jimin knows can only be created by the flow of tears. He can hear your sobs from here and knows your eyes are blurred from the flow of liquid down your cheeks. It makes sense now how you would've died this way.  You're too upset to even bother checking for oncoming traffic and when you do look up its when headlights light your body on the shadowy road and the trucks horn beeps loudly enough to make your ears ring for the next century. Fear and shock mixes on your face and leaves you unable to move but before everything can go black and fade out, someone whips you up and you disappear from sight. "Hey there, welcome to hell."

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Parkson Mystery

Kate Denson x Jake Park

word count: 1,457

summary: none of Kate’s fans know how she met him. she was single one day, and had him all over her feed the next. they tried digging into his past and discovered he was working on Wall Street, until his digital footprint all but vanished, only again popping up on the internet’s radar when the songbird he spent so much time around made their relationship public. this is the true story of how america’s sweetheart and the mystery mogul first met... and then some.

a/n: I had so much fun writing this! this story was originally posted on the DBD Amino. imma be completely honest w u, I have NOT been a fan of Kate. I like using Boil Over when in swf and I enjoy the Horse Gorl™️ vibes but like. idk. ANYWAYS. as I wrote this story I actually made a bunch of personal headcanons and can now say, Parkson is an official ship for me! I can totally vibe w the dynamic they have in my head <3

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Jake Park wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d picked up a taste for country music after having an existential crisis; in fact, he wasn’t even ashamed to admit he’d become an avid fan of Kate Denson - not a stan, though. Sure, he followed her on his private Instagram, but that wasn’t to lurk on her sexy photoshoot pictures, it was just to keep track of release dates for her albums. Granted, it never is hard to admit things when you don’t have friends to admit them to in the first place.

Every now and then he’d wonder if he should stop being such a stiff and just call one of his old work buddies for a steak dinner, but a quick scroll through their text history would remind him why he left the world of Wall Street behind to begin with. Materialism pales in comparison to the simple things in life, he’d tell himself. His baser instincts had always told him life wasn’t meant to be complicated, which is why he shoved those instincts down for years.

But Kate’s music - the songs of America’s sweetheart - reminded him of what an uncomplicated life was. Hard, rewarding work all day, and well-deserved rest at night. So much more peaceful than the never-ending rat race of the big city. Her music spoke to his soul in ways nothing ever had before, calmed his spirit. It made him realize how lost he was. So, he ditched the concrete jungle in favor of the real deal. Now all he ever dreamed of was thanking the young star who set him on fire again, giving him a new lease on life.

When he heard she was touring in his city, he felt excitement seeping into his very essence. Finally, the chance he’d been hoping for. He supposed she would be bashful, tell him he did more to turn his life around than she did. She gave off that vibe, at least. But Jake knew the truth, and he hoped he might find a kindred spirit in her. He pulled out an old business suit, perfect for a rare night on the town, brought his expensive car out of the garage acting as its tomb, and purchased a VIP ticket.

He was the last person in line. When he got to the front, he was almost speechless at the sight of her - almost. He managed to get out, “Miss Denson, your music saved my life.” The star laughed shyly, like she was used to a different kind of person saying those words to her. Probably fourteen, wearing braces, just having gone through their emo phase before getting back in touch with their roots. All the kids go through them these days, after all. Even a little cousin of Jake’s did a few years back. While he pondered this, he couldn’t help but also ponder how her laugh sounded like wind chimes. How is it that musicians always sound so magical?

As Jake mused, Kate said something he couldn’t quite hear and began to walk away with her security detail, agent in tow. “Wait!” He called out, and she turned back to face him. He could tell her agent was thinking he was just a crazed country boy super fan. “What if I told you that your music is the reason why I walked away from Wall Street?”

Kate smiled, a little confused. “I’d say that explains the accent. What’s your name, mister...?”

“Park. Jake Park, to be exact, but you can call me Jake, if you’d like.”

She laughed again, this time with confidence unlike before, demeanor changing from wary to businesslike. Or... something else. Jake couldn’t quite place it. “Well, Jake, I have a burning question for you: Why would my music make you give up a career like that?” She broke away from her entourage to come closer.

“We could discuss it over dinner, if you’d like?” Jake offered, the old swagger from his uptown days making a guest appearance. Sure, he wasn’t working numbers under uppity snobs to get a bigger Christmas bonus anymore, but he still knew how to play poker. If Kate’s eyes were of any indication, his gut told him he may have just been dealt a winning hand.

Kate accepted before her agent could intervene or protest, his eyes turning into slits. Probably worried Jake’s background with money and marketing could put him out of a job. Maybe he was right. “I’d love to get to know my most interesting fan. Might as well put that Wall Street money to use, huh?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

Since that day, their relationship as business partners, friends, and eventually more, blossomed. Kate dropped her greedy agent and management team for the generous man who became her best friend. Jake used his book smarts and savvy money skills to help lower Kate’s touring costs, made her performances more accessible to *all* of her fans, and helped her rake in extra profits from her music releases *and* with cheaper marketing. She spent less time in the studio and more time with him on their back porch as he sat and listened to her beautiful creations.

Truth be told, meeting Jake helped save Kate. Her old team had been stripping the life from her creativity, pushing for numbers rather than quality content. Having Jake work with her personally made everything so... simple. Working from home when making music, waking up to the sun dappling her skin through the the leaves of the trees, feeling the breeze on her face and his kisses on her fingers - it put the inspiration back into her music.

Her fans seemed to notice too, and they seemed to get a kick out of her sharing more about her life online, making theories about their relationship. Jake and Kate would scroll through the subreddit comments and laugh at the crazy ideas everyone had. Jake hadn’t laughed like that with someone in a long time. He hadn’t had a sense of humor in a long time, either.

When his family came calling, lecturing him about dropping his old career and this and that, he invited them over for dinner... and showed them that his and Kate’s retirement funds were already completed when she wasn’t looking. Their qualms ended after seeing the financial security they had, and seeing how calm Jake’s home life was. Sure, it was a strange change, but for once, Jake was happy, and seemed fulfilled. They didn’t always understand everything, but they understood enough.

Eventually, they visited Jake’s family in Korea, had their quiet wedding, nothing crazy, just something for family and close friends and nice rings, and did some remodeling with their own bare hands to create a cute nursery, complete with musical instruments and stuffed animals. When the delivery date came, Jake was a mess. He knew his wife would handle it like a champ, but his nerves were still through the roof. The labor came and went easily, and they came home with a beautiful baby girl.

“What are you going to call her?” Kate’s mother cooed as she obsessed over the newborn.

“Jake was thinking Yu-Hwa, and I was thinking Grace. He said I could have the first name if he had the middle name.” Kate mused. Jake was outside working on building a playground for their daughter. He’d insisted on getting an early start, arguing that his mother said time flies when raising a baby, no matter that their child was only a week old.

“Grace sounds beautiful. It matches your names, too. Oh, I’m going to have *so* much fun spoiling this little girl!” The new grandmother whisper-squealed, not wanting to wake the baby. “When are you going to have more?”

Kate laughed. “I told you mom, we just want the one.”

“For now.”

“For *forever,* mom.”

“What’s this about another child?” Jake asked, announcing his presence.

“Just Grama Denson getting a bit too ahead of herself.” Kate rolled her eyes.

Jake casually wrapped his arms around Kate, planting a kiss on her forehead before heading to the fridge to steal some lemonade. “I mean, between you and me, eomma, I wouldn’t mind making another baby, long as they keep turning out this cute.”

Kate gave him a quick flick to the forehead before he could dodge it. “Stop conspiring against me with my mother, sir. It takes two to tango.”

When the playground was finished, Kate did, in fact, gain another baby bump, watching happily as her husband helped their first waddler play outside. Grace Yu-Hwa Park and Dae-Hwan Lee Park, DaeDae for short, were lucky enough to have the best dad, Kate thought. Jake looked up at her, glowing in spite of the autumn cold, and thought the same thing.

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