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A Flashy Act part 2-Buggy x Reader (smut)
Summary: Buggy has decided to question you behind curtains in his private room, which leads you both to share an intimate moment together.
(A/N: The people have spoken and I delivered!! Enjoy this spicy Buggy smut for all you weird clown fuckers like myself. Special thanks to everyone who liked my post! I didn't expect it to become popular in just a day. Anyone enjoy cause this is nasty..or spicy however you want to look at it. A part 3 may be done once I finish the show since I'm on ep 3.)
(Tag list: @pookiesnatcher @alejandro0-0 @ghostlycrystobalove @lenu-i
"Luffy!"
"Don't worry, I got this!" Luffy shouted when Buggy had grabbed me and began to pull me away from the stage, where Luffy was now held. This fucking clown, I swear if he harms that boy. I frowned when the clown began to now pulling me away.
"Quit giving me such a hard time!"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing pulling me into this room-" I was immediately quiet when Buggy grabbed my shoulders dipped me a bit and he unexpectedly began to kiss me.
I started back at him surprised as he lifted me back up on my feet. The first thing I did was slap his across the face and I hid my face.
"I-I'm so sorry! What..why did you-"
Buggy began to chuckle to himself as he held onto the spot I had hit him. His lipstick was smeared around his lips, and it was a bit hard ti tell if I let a mark on his face.
"You're still annoying and hard to please. You haven't changed quite much, (Y/N). Now..Where is my map?!"
I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned closer to look at him. All of the sudden Buggy took a step back and froze.
"Buggy…sorry I don't know what you mean-"
"Ugh I knew it! That damn Shanks probably told you to forget about me. He always does things like this."
I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head. "Shanks you know him?! Wait…" I thought hard and suddenly remembered a certain memory of myself, Shanks and Buggy.
"Now I remember! You took a few punches once when-"
"When a guy threatened to toss you out into the sea." Buggy ended my sentence and sighed.
I started up at the clown and wondered how I had forgotten about him. "We used to hang out didn't we? The three of us."
"Yeah until I was left alone! Shanks returned one day without you, saying how he wanted you to have s nice and decent life, not a pirates one which I thought was bullshit."
"Language." I warn and smirked afterwards.
Buggy sighed and now looked at me up and down. "You really grew up, (Y/N)."
"Flashily I suppose?" I said giving a twirl and giving a wink. "But seriously, did you kidnap us just so you can have the map?"
"That map belongs to me! Not to some prepubescent boy who doesn't know what it's like to be a pirate. Why are you with him anyways?" He asked leaning his back onto the wall and crossing his arms.
"I made a promise to my brother, Shanks. That I would look after him."
"So you're a babysitter then? That's great." Buggy rolled his eyes as he said that and started to take his gloves off. "Really suits your character." He laughed.
I squinted my eyes at him and looked at him from head to know. "Never thought you would go with the whole creepy clown look. You look like you would eat children." I joke.
"I eat others things… I let the whole raw meat thing to my buddy you met back on stage."
Great. So not only are they all supposed to be freaks, but he has a cannibal among them. What else has he been up to for these last couple of years?
"Gross. How many times have you taken advantage of some poor girl..or boy."
"Don't be ridiculous. I would never take advantage of someone if they were against it. And those who accept?"
"Well, let's say we have a pretty good time." He grinned pulling himself back up straight and seeing me fake throwing up.
"Ew.. I did not need that image in my head."
"Don't tell me you're still a virgin! Someone like you? Traveling the sea?!"
I looked around at where he had taken me. Making sure to look well even if it was kinda dark, only a few candles here and there with a vanity mirror and a few makeup scattered around, a small bed with the same lights messily clinging above the room.
"Where's Luffy?"
"Now you're avoiding the question!"
"Just tell me where he is with his ginger girl and broccoli guy!" I said trying me my best to not seem nervous, but really wanting to know if they were safe.
"I'll gladly tell you, once you tell where my map is!" He shouted and seemed to quickly compose himself and curse under his breath.
Buggy dramatically sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Rubber boy is fine, he's entertaining my guests. Other two are with Cabaji."
My eyes looked back at the entrance and worried about the people being held hostage, I even spotted a poor dog with an older man, probably the owner saving the last thing he has, "What about the people?"
"What people?"
"The towns people, you idiot. You have to let them go." I said hoping he'd listen.
Buggy jumped up and began to laugh. "Sure! I'll do it right now, wanna help me?"
I frowned looking at him and was thinking if there's some way I can somehow release some of them. I really need Luffy's help…I decided to be straight and harsh with him.
"No matter how many people you hold captive. You'll never make people love you."
I felt a bit intimidated by his stare when Buggy took steps closer to me and cornered me against the vanity mirror. I looked to the side and felt his stare on me.
"Don't think you'll get a pass out of this, sweetheart. You're doing this so I can let your little friends go." Buggy lowly spoke as he took his ungloved hands and wrapped one around my neck.
"You seriously think that I would take advantage of you?" I question looking back up at him and saw a cold stare on his face.
"I think you're the one wanting to take advantage of me. You want to know where the map is. Well, I won't tell you, because I don't know. Thanks to your bombs I collapsed before I got the chance to see where or who got it."
"And why should I trust you? We don't know each other well." He sang being sarcastic as ever.
"You like playing games don't you? Maybe I can show you that I am telling the truth." I said and smiled.
Buggy frowned and gave me a harsh stare. I reached my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.
"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"
Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.
"Shanks being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.
He placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I closed my eyes when Buggy leaned down to kiss me again. I felt him move my hair aside and leaving quick kisses down my neck and collarbone.
I gripped onto his shirt tight and began to kiss his lips again, ignoring how I would end up stained in his makeup. Quickly it began to deepen with me slipping out a moan when I felt his hands on my stomach and felt his pants getting tighter.
I moaned into the kiss when I felt him begin to get rid of my upper half clothes and began to palm my chest. Buggy's kisses began to lower until he reached down my breasts while his other hand played with my other one. While he was busy I started to reach my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.
"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"
Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.
"Shanks was being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.
He smiled as he placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I shivered when I felt his hands beginning to move lower into my pants, until his fingers started to tease my nub.
My breathing hitched and a moaned almost escaped from my mouth, quickly I covered my mouth which made it seem like it was irritating Buggy. With my mouth still covered I saw him beginning to lower himself down on his knees. Quickly he got rid of my pants quick and slowly pulled down my underwear.
I've never been this exposed to someone. I began to cover myself but Buggy held my hands back and he began to leave a few bits down along my thighs until I saw him begin to part my legs. I leaned my back against the vanity mirror making all the things that were on it fall to the ground.
"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Buggy say when he saw me naked before him.
Buggy began to lick his smudged lips and I gasped when he grabbed my thigh and placed it on his shoulder. I threw my head back when I saw stick his tongue out and gave a slow and long lick to my entrance, he followed it with another lick until Buggy was swirling his tongue. I loud moan escaped from mouth when I couldn't hold it it anymore.
His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Buggy's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub. "Buggy..” I moaned lowly. My hand continuing to grab his hair tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.
I began to buck my hips forward and continued to tug onto his blue hair which has been tied up. I squeezed my eyes tights and cried out in pleasure when I felt something build inside of me, and when I finally came, I felt my legs about to give out.
Buggy quickly wiped his messy face and quickly stood up and held me close to him. Holding me so I wouldn't fall.
"Not so fast, sweetheart. It's my turn." I was still coming back to reality when Buggy pushed me down on my knees and I was met with his long and big- "There's no way its gonna fit." I thought looking at him.
"Why don't you use your pretty mouth, (Y/N)?" Buggy hummed slipping his thumb into my mouth before pulling it away. I looked down at him and my entire face got red seeing him completely undressed now. What would people say if they saw me about to fuck a clown.
Suddenly I began to feel nervous as I watched him begin to stroke himself a bit until he began to guide his member closer to my mouth, his other hand running through my hair lovingly.
I did what I suppose I am to do, I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out. Buggy wasted no time and he began to gently fuck my mouth. I hummed when I tasted him and heard him groan above me as I took in more of him and took him out with a pop.
I reached my hands out to pump the rest that couldn't fit in when I took him back again and began to gag when he began to fuck my mouth faster. Buggy gripped my head tight and suddenly pulled be back leaving a string of saliva connected to him. I shrieked when he suddenly began to carry me onto the bed.behind him.
Buggy quickly getting rid of his remaining clothes and grabbed my ankles to part my legs when he got on top of me, his hands gripped my hips as he guided his dick between my folds. I shivered when I felt him toying with me and kept on teasing me before he grabbed himself again and began to slide in.
Both of us moaned when he slid deep inside of me. Buggy cursed a few words and he stayed still for a minute, before he began to thrust into me at a rough pace. He slid deep in me with ease as my juices coated his cock. I moaned out and looked to the side feeling shy again, my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust he did as I felt his fingers rubbing my clit harshly.
Again I felt that familiar sensation returning I clenched around his cock as I interlaced my fingers with Buggy when I felt that snap again and my vision got blurry for a second. I began to feel overstimulation when his hands buried into my hair again until one of his hands reached down my neck. His pace became even rougher and faster, making me come closer to my climax again
"B-Buggy!"
I began to cry when he learned down to whisper dirty things into my ear, his playful self no longer present in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Buggy reached down to rub my clit harshly, making me come again and stain the sheets beneath us. And just when I thought we were done, Buggy flipped me so my stomach would be facing the bed and my back facing him.
Another moan escaped from me when I felt a harsh smack against my ass and felt his hands grab my ass and stretching me to take him in better. At this angle I could feel him closer.
I shut to eyes shut and continued to moan and cry every time he would thrust into me. I bit my lips tight as I felt his harsh thrust inside of me. I reached down myself and stated to circle my finger over my clit, the friction along with this man's rough thrusts making my mind go blank as I rested the side of my face onto the bed.
"Buggy..I-I'm.." I cried out when I felt Buggy holding onto my hips tighter pulling me back against him.
I heard Buggy softly laughing as he watched the faces and moans I made. One last moan and cry came out of me when I came hard. I still felt extremely sensitive when I felt Buggy holding onto me tight until we both gasped, I grasped onto the sheets when I felt forward a bit and felt him getting closer
Buggy gripped onto me tight and moaned close to my ear when he came inside of me. I fell forward and began to shake at what happened. Slowly, Buggy pulled himself out.
I got myself comfortable laying on my side and felt something still slowly dripping out of me. I was too tired to speak or to even look back at the blue haired clown.
Last thing I felt was Buggy rubbing my hips and planting a kiss a quick kiss on my head before I watched him leave the bed. Too tired to question anything, I decided to shut my eyes for a quick nap and felt something warm being placed on top of me.
"(Y/N)! You're safe..where the heck where you?!" Luffy questioned seeing my tired face. "Where you kept locked up? Buggy didn't hurt you did he?!" Luffy grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.
"Luffy! Now's not the time!" I said not wanting anyone to touch me at how sore I felt. I looked at the young boy and smiled, "…I-I'm fine. None of you got hurt?" I asked genuinely concerned for them.
Though I have no idea what had happened since I had blacked out. I only remember falling asleep and well, waking up alone and pulling away from some curtains and making my way outside of the huge tent. That bastard clown. How dare he leave me.
Everyone of the towns people were set free and thanking Luffy for his help. Everyone genuinely seemed happy and very grateful. That way they know that not every pirates are bad.
"Nothing we couldn't handle." Zoro calmly replied walking past me.
"Kicking the clowns ass was fun. You should've seen it." Nami told me after.
They defeated him then? I sigh and smiled looking at Luffy and pulled his straw hat down and chuckled. There's no way he can't know what happened between that clown and I. That fucking clown will pay if I were to see him again.
I looked over at my friend and smiled at him. "You did great Luffy."
I followed Luffy to the ship and saw him waving at everyone where the ship began to sail. We all got busy and I sat down rethinking what the hell I did back there.
Luffy came over and smiled sitting next to me. "Are you sure you're fine? I swear I heard you crying."
My blood ran cold and I grew pale. I noticed Luffy's worried look and he quickly placed his hand over my forehead.
"Are you sick? Don't tell me you're getting sea sick all of the sudden."
"���Nope. I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you. Nothing happened." I lie straight at his innocent face.
The boy smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so! Let me know if you feel any better."
I nodded my head and saw Luffy run over to the front of the boat. I turned around and spotted Nami and Zoro shaking their heads at me.
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No Yan Sim Au- Finn!
(Thank you @quartztwst for this absolutely WONDERFUL art of Finn <3 His design is amazing)
Forgive me for lack of game mechanic mentions idk enough about the game 😭
Some General Stuff:
☆Finn has known Azul for a long time but nobody's talked to him enough to gauge how he feels towards the guy (apart from maybe @inotonline 's Chiyo) He does however appear to be protective of Azul (and Chiyo)
☆Finn is aware Quartz wants to do... something to Azul. He's very quick to notice Quartz's presence and will pull Azul away somehow. He has yet tip her off that he knows she's up to something.
☆Finn's reputation is pretty awful. He's regarded as off-putting/creepy and weird, and the reputation of his Papa doesn't help things. He can behave unpredictably at times, and it's best to be careful and avoid insulting him unless you wanna lose an eye to a pallete knife/j
☆Finn's the son of the infamous butcher (rumour has it he's a cannibal 😱) who works and lives in the more sketchy and violent part of town, though you wouldn't guess it when looking at him (well, unless he's using red paint or you're in his biology class... he's always first in line for dissections)
☆Yes, Finn is wearing a skirt! He doesn't like pants and clothes in general irritate his skin so he likes dressing in stuff he finds more bearable. Gnc king/j
☆Though his club is dedicated to the study of butterflies and moths, he cheats a bit and does art there too
☆Finn is autistic!
☆Tbh mainly just refer to his bio for his personality cause Finn's mostly the same as always just without the sibling trauma XD (unless...)
☆Doesn't really mind the other "rivals". His main concern is keeping Azul away from Quartz
Finn's Items:
☆Headphones: A gift from @inotonline's Chiyo. The noise cancelling headphones prevent Finn from being overstimulated, and he can often be seen wearing them
☆Boning knife: Yes, you heard me, a boning knife. Finn barely parts with it as it was a gift from his Papa and, well, you never know if you may need it (*cough* side eyes Quartz) He knows how to butcher a carcass, a person is the same, just more squirmy •v•/J
☆Phone: Finn's always taking pictures of things and making notes about those things on his phone, though he's rarely actually seen using it. He does digital art on there too, since he can't affordna tablet
☆Keys: Finn has keys to the art room/department that he always keeps on hand. No one knows how he got them but here we are. Getting the keys from him could unlock a new location gameplay wise I suppose?
This is all I've got for now! I hope you enjoyed and again thank you SO MUCH Quartz for creating this amazing au and awesome art of Finn
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mention of cannibalism, hunger, dark and sick thoughts, hallucinations, jealous lee.
&. LEE x yn.
let's say it, lee would definitely have the hardest time dealing with his jealousy.
not jealousy in general, but a sick and twisted feeling that is often joined by his hunger.
it's something capable of making him salivate, a feeling that even he doesn't fully grasp and that allows his gastric juices to make his stomach burn.
you had been dating lee for a few months now, and you thought you knew everything about his needs, habits and nature even if you never actually saw him feeding.
lee loved you more than anything in the world, reason why he always managed to keep his emotions under control when simple friends used to hang out with you. he knew you were pretty close with your friends, and he would have never dared to touch any of them.
however, the situation degenerates slightly at times.
you two usually go to the amusement park every now and then, eat pink cotton candy and enjoy the rides.
lee is someone who particularly appreciates the stalls where you can win prizes, that's something you soon learned.
that's why, while he was busy buying big portions of cotton candy for two, you decided to give it a try and approach a stand.
it was the classic game where most of the children lost, often because the stall workers cheated so as not to let them win.
a few meters away from the stall counter there was a table, a few tin cans in a perfect pyramid on the wooden surface.
"hey there. you wanna try?" the black-haired pale guy that worked for that stand walked towards you, taking out a little softball ball from a bucket and letting it roll on the counter.
"i think i'm supposed to pay first." you said.
"pretty girls don't need to pay." he smirked back, and you felt sick in your stomach.
lee could arrive anytime and you were preparing for the worst, even if he wouldn't just jump on that guy anyway. right?
"so? you could try to win a stuffed animal.”
you stared at the white ball, slightly dirty by the mud.
"are you alone? what's your name?"
"i'm y/n...my boyfriend should actually be around. he was buying cotton candy."
"oh, wait! was it that tall weirdo with red curls?"
you nodded, annoyed, and he smirked again, this time leaning closer.
"c'on, you deserve better. he's quite creepy, ya know?"
"he's not creepy..."
"whatever. are you sure you're safe around him? i close at eleven, by the way. my name's mike."
yeah, well, you didn't ask.
you just prayed for lee to come back as soon as possible.
for how long can a person be gone for if it's just some damn cotton candy? maybe he was just smoking. but what if he needed to 'feed' already?
you sighed nervously and grabbed the ball, aiming the highest can.
it went in on the first try, and your blood ran cold when the mike chuckled, handing you another ball.
that's when you realise how close he was to you, on the other side of the counter, caressing your right arm with a slow gesture.
"what...are you doing?"
"just helping you concentrate. come on, another throw."
you almost threw up instead.
your hand reached for the ball, but someone pressed you against the counter from behind, hugged your waist and took the ball from your hand.
"anything going on here?"
your limbs froze.
it was lee, he was finally back with two big sticks of cotton candy, but his body was as cold as dead and as still as rock.
you had always pictured him as your caring boyfriend with a strange nature, but now...he was creepy.
teenagers were shouting on the rollercoasters, kids were running to get candies or donuts and their moms were going after them.
the amusement park couldn't have been louder, the chaos couldn't have been more disturbing, but you couldn't take in or see anything else except lee's presence and the deafening noise of a kitchen oven ringing inside your head.
your whole body went limp, your skin stood up with goosebumps and your knees felt like abandoning you.
why hadn't you been scared of him before?
why haven't you run away yet?
what is it exactly you thought you could know about him? about what he had done? about what he does?
was the amount of dark things all summed up that got you almost calm, relaxed but without actually realising what you were signing up for?
you never witnessed lee feeding, and he always told you it had to stay that way.
you never felt the need to even imagine the things he would be capable of, but now that his bony cold fingers were hugging your waist you couldn't see anything else except the danger mike was already in.
not that you cared, but your mind was now somewhere else and you could feel a slight gag rising in your sore and dry throat as the last bit of lucidity was fighting to keep your body real and attached to the ground.
you could picture lee drinking mike down, almost drowning in mike's blood, chewing, swallowing, digesting.
you didn't even drink that night, but you knew you were having hallucinations. or at least you hoped, even tho they were reflections of things that lee does for real.
you couldn't tell why, but now he looked like a butcher to you.
a person who slaughters animals, dresses their flesh, sells their meat, giving each one a small paper label. stapling the tongue, the liver, the pancreas, the...
"so? what were you two talking about?" lee insisted, and now he was looking at mike more than ever. his eyes looked dark, almost completely black without the eye balls, glassy, distant, sickening relaxed.
if looks could kill, the stand worker would have already reduced himself as a pool of dark blood with a knife crossing his chest.
"nothing...sorry bud." mike whispered.
"oh yeah? nothing...? why were you touching her?"
what did you expect when you met lee?
that he would be like a normal person, looking like a normal person to you and others?
"let's go, come on." he grabbed you by your waist and your dizziness and nausea vanished as he kissed your lips.
he was smiling, taking your hand in his, handing you the cotton candy stick.
"lee..."
"yeah?"
"have you fed?"
"what?"
"i asked you if you already ate." you whispered, insisting on the last word to awake one of his senses.
your boyfriend smiled again.
"no. i bought two hot dogs, i wanted to eat with you."
he found a nearby bench and sat comfortably, looking at the children running and playing around.
maybe it was all a dream, maybe you were imagining and making things bigger than they were.
but still, your mind wondered if the person who almost acted on their hunger at the stand was even lee.
#timothee chalamet#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee x y/n#timothée x reader#bones and all#lee bones and all#lee bones and all x reader#&. LEE#&. LEE x yn#&. LEE x reader
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Hi! It’s me again. Can you do a part 2 of Angel Dust x Reader (platonic) oneshot. Where the reader comforts Angel after dealing with Val. And in return, he comforts them when they are also feeling sad.
So sorry that this took so long to get to! I’ve been super busy with school and haven’t had any motivation to do anything. This fic might not be the best because of that, but I promised you all something so the least I can do is keep my word ^^
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel
Character(s): Angel Dust (ft. Alastor, Charlie)
Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)
TW: Bad day, hinted depression
Style: Short story
Summary: A while ago, you comforted Angel after he had a bad day with Val. So when you yourself have a bad day, he does the same for you!
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
You weren’t necessarily sure why you were so pissed off… it was just one of those days, you suppose. Sure, maybe you weren’t the cheeriest. It was Hell, after all. What the hell was there to be so giddy about except no consequences for committing crimes? Not much. You tried to keep your head high for the sake of Charlie and her hotel, but all the effort you put into not spiraling was beginning to weigh on you. You swear you didn’t mean to have an attitude or brush people off. But for some reason, simply having someone talk to you ticked you off. The one that learned that the hard way was Angel Dust.
Out of everyone in the Hotel, he probably suffered the most on a daily basis. If anyone understood a bad day, it was him. He knew Hell. He knew being selfish was necessary down here. But he just couldn’t ignore you; not after all you’ve done for him. The spider’s boots clicked against the wooden floor as he walked behind the couch and bent himself over into a comfortable position, his lower arms idly gripping the backrest while his upper arms wrapped around you from behind. He didn’t quite notice the way you stiffened. “You okay, toots?”
Before you could answer with a dismissive “I’m fine,” Alastor, that creepy fucking overlord walked by. He was likely on his way to Cannibal Town or something. “Ohohoho! I’d stay away from that one today, if I were you. We’re lucky they’re not a cannibal, or they’d be biting us all! Hah!”
The way your blood boiled made you feel hotter than Hell itself. He was mocking you. He thought you were weak. You had half a mind to bite him for real… but he was an overlord, and an actual cannibal. He’d take your life or your soul in a heartbeat, or both. So you took the smart route and removed yourself from the situation; abruptly standing to make your way upstairs.
"Toots-!"
"Fuck off."
You weren't sure why you said it. It was Alastor you were mad at, not Angel. But you couldn't turn back and apologize now... so you continued your path to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You couldn't handle the outside world right now. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.
Angel stood right outside your door, one of his hands held in a fist right in front of the wood... but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He knew you wouldn't respond anyway. If only he had a key- oh.
...
"Angel, I'm not sure if I should give you a spare key to their room. It's an invasion of their privacy!" Charlie tried to defend you, but as much as Angel loved Charlie, he wasn't in the mood for what was right and wrong right now. He knew you werent okay right now, and he refused to just sit by and let you suffer alone.
"Damnit, Charlie, I need that fuckin'key! They're locked in their room all depressed, and I don't want them to-" He couln't even bring himself to say it. He's tried to end his own life one too many times, and he couldn't bear to think of you going through what he did all alone. "Just... please, Charlie." He tried again, softer this time.
The princess of Hell rarely sees him in such a state, and knows that whatever is going on is urgent. So she doesn't ask questions. She only sighs as she summons a copy of your room key in her hand and holds it out to the spider sinner. "Make sure they're okay, Angel."
"I will."
...
After slotting the key into the lock and turning it with a twist of his wrist, the door clicked to prove that it had unlocked. He turned the knob to push the door open and stepped inside, preparing for the worst... and let out a sigh of relief to see you were only in bed. He quickly closed the door and rushed over, climbing onto bed with you.
"Toots? I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."
The night went on with the two of you lying next to each other, with the spider silently listening to all your issues. He stuck with you for the entire night, and when he had to leave for work the next day, he left you with Fat Nuggets. He even took you to a mall and blew some of his earned money on you, just to make you feel better.
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Hallelujah [Eustass Kid (Law?) x reader]
Author’s note: this is set in the canon universe – just imaginary future, towards the end of One Piece. It's one of the one shots closest to my heart and I want to see how it does on Tumblr, so here it goes.
Word count: 4.54k
Song: Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
*
War.
One of the biggest wars the world had ever seen. More than the War of the Best, more than the Payback War, more than Wano.
The World Government had captured the Emperor Monkey D. Luffy and his entire crew, sending them to be executed in New Marineford. Something similar happened before, when Portgas D. Ace was sentenced to death.
The Strawhats had many allies.
During their journey, they saved not just a lot of people, but a lot of countries.
They had a shitload of enemies too, though.
Despite some of them being criminals, the WG signed a truce and asked them to join forces in the furious battle to come.
Because they knew what was coming.
The Strawhat Grand Fleet, the Revolutionaries, the Kamabakka Kingdom, the amazons, Germa 66, the samurai, the Surgeon of Death, the Kid pirates, the Minks, what was left of the Whitebeard pirates, and others.
And you.
Just one year before, you would have paled at the mere idea of being caught in such a war. Just one year before, you would have placed yourself on the other side of the frontline.
Yes, the Strawhats had many powerful allies. And it took just a quick glance to know it was going to be a majestic pain in the ass to make them work together.
You just never thought that pain in the ass would have to be you.
*
"Well, [Y/n],» Killer said softly above your shoulder «I guess it won’t be easy, huh?"
"'Huh' my ass," you grumbled, a thin drop of sweat gliding down your temple.
That hall was a mess.
The Cannibal had started a fight with Ivankov, while Kin’emon was keeping back Cavendish, who looked actually more like some kind of creepy demon at the moment. Nekomamushi was on the verge of attacking Vinsmoke Ichiji for some unfortunate comment, and the two big Boa sisters looked very displeased with Trafalgar Law for unknown reasons. The rest of the Strawhat Grand Fleet was caught in a quarrel among themselves. Only Marco the Phoenix stood calm in a corner, leaning against the wall.
Your Observation haki was well developed, so it was immediately clear how strong all those weirdos were. Honestly, they could kick your ass any day of the week.
That was an awful, awful idea.
"What the hell is this mess?!" your captain (and man) yelled from behind you.
Eustass Kid, not famous for his docile demeanour.
"So thais was your plan, Eustass-ya?"
Law walked over, an annoyed scowl spreading on his face.
"Gathering us all in your lair and assuming we would get along pretty well?"
"Watch your mouth, Trafalgar, or you'll be dead meat by the end of the day."
"Yeah, yeah. And tell me, who is supposed to be the head of this mismatched alliance? You?"
Kid snarled, his murderous intent glowing in his eyes, but he somehow restrained himself. For the time being.
"Not me," he growled "Her."
In an instant, all those terrifying eyes fixed on you.
«Hey,» you muttered in the now quiet hall «Some of you already know me. I’m [Y/n]: member of the Kid Pirates, ex marine, awesome. I hope you’re all doing well.»
The silence that followed was broken by a light chuckle.
«Now, this is getting interesting,» Marco smirked.
*
The war was savage.
Your strategies overlapped with Sakazuki’s over and over. Someone betrayed you. People died.
As the General of the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, you took responsibility for each one of them. As ex marine, your heart hurt for every enemy killed.
Even when your own nakama were falling, you had to stand strong, be lucid, yell orders in the Den Den Mushi, or everyone was going to be lost.
You had to fight on the main frontline, Sakazuki aiming at you with all he got, far away from your captain, with so many lives depending on you.
You, a simple human being, with nothing special other than sarcasm. And good sniping skills.
The whole time, there was that new fear cutting inside you, that unknown feeling that was also your burning strength.
Eventually, the Strawhats were freed. When Nika joined the battle, the war was won.
Many died on both sides.
The surviving marines fled across the sea and, while the pirates were cheering and celebrating all over the ruins of New Marineford, drunk with their own adrenalin, you couldn’t help but being afraid of the consequences for the rest of the world.
But that was for later.
"Congratulations, general."
The words snapped you our of your trance and you slowly turned to Nico Robin, standing beside you.
"The war is won. You should announce it in that Den Den Mushi and make it official, don’t you think?"
"Huh…?"
Your eyes flicked to the device.
Your voice sounded weak as you pulled it close to your trembling lips.
"To the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, this is your general speaking."
The island grew quieter, or maybe it was just your imagination.
"I announce you…"
You swallowed. Inhaled. Deeply.
"THE WAR IS WON!"
The yells of the alliance exploded all over Marineford, along with the cries.
Yes, you won the war. And comrades had been lost.
You handed the Den Den Mushi to the woman and started to run along the shore.
"Oi, where is she going?!" Bartolomeo barked, nearby "She’s our general! She has to celebrate with us!"
Nico Robin raised her hand to stop him. Sabo approached.
"Take a look around, Rooster-kun," she said "None of the Kid Pirates is here."
"Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were fighting on the other side of the island, weren’t day?" Sabo added.
"Shit, that’s true!" Bartolomeo grimaced "They had to take on Ryokugyu and Kizaru."
The blond glanced at the Den Den Mushi.
"They haven’t been replying to any call since half the battle."
Nico Robin was looking at the pirates all around.
"Friends and nakama are still missing for everyone." she frowned "The hardest time has yet to come."
*
HALLELUJAH
[ Kid, Law, reader ]
I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you?
Your panting was the only sound ringing in your ears as you ran across the ruins.
Maybe they’re okay. Probably their Den Den Mushi just broke. They are okay.
After the Room Law created to move Ryokugyu on the other side of Marineford, the Admirals never came back to help the Marines, after all. But neither did Kid or Law.
You’re okay. Please, be okay.
When the fight was done, you noticed Heat, Wire, and Killer disappearing immediately, rushing towards the opposite shore.
Why haven’t they filled me in already? Those idiots!
It took almost half an hour of running to reach the spot.
You crawled up the boulders that obstructed the beach. Of course a battle among those three destroyed the place. When you finally past them, a straight view of the sandy clearing lay in front of your eyes.
They were there.
And it was immediately clear everything was not okay.
Well, it goes like this:
Law was sitting against a jagged rock, clothes ripped, elbows resting on his knees, chin bent on his chest.
Eustass Kid was a few feet away. He was lying down, his head leaning against a stone. There was too much blood around him.
The fourth
Heat, Wire, and Killer were gathered by his side.
The fifth
And they were crying.
The minor fall, and the major lift
You dashed towards them. You stumbled, scraped your knees, rose and ran again.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
"KID!"
Your nakama turned to you. Law was startled by your choked voice but he didn’t raise his head.
The shadow of a smile tugged on the corners of Kid’s mouth.
"Birdie."
Hallelujah
You fell on your knees as soon as you reached him, shuffling in the sand to cover the last feet and crumbling on his wounded chest.
You couldn’t swallow.
So much blood.
The wound was…
You didn’t have to look at it to understand. So you didn’t.
Hallelujah
"Kid…!"
"Hey."
His voice was a hoarse whisper. His eyes were closed but he did his best to open them and look at you.
Biting hard your lower lip, you quickly turned to the others.
"What the fuck are you doing standing there?! And you!" your furious eyes darted on Law "You’re supposed to be the best doctor around, aren’t you, Surgeon of Death?! Why aren’t you treating him, for fuck’s sake!"
Heat and Wire didn’t answer, lowering their faces on the ground.
Finally, Law lifted his golden eyes.
"I already did all I could," he said, slowly.
Hallelujah
"Bullshit!"
Killer moved closer.
"[Y/n]…"
"No! No!"
You harshly shook your head, burning tears already lining your cheeks, lips tugged above your teeth.
Kid’s hand managed to move on yours, leaned on his marked chest.
"Calm down, birdie."
"Like hell I’m calming down! Heat, Wire! Bring here that fucking reindeer! If Trafalgar can’t do anything, maybe he will!"
"[Y/n]."
Trembling for the effort, Kid's fingers reached your chin, forcing you to face his weak, yet cheeky smirk.
"Look at me."
Your soaked grimace twitched.
"I’m dying, birdie."
Hallelujah
"No… no…"
More people were gathering on the beach, even if you didn’t register it. It seemed your brain was not processing correctly.
Law shoved his head between his shoulders, gritting his teeth.
"Why, why did we come here?" you sobbed "You don’t even like the Strawhats!"
Kid chuckled and coughed blood.
"Quit it. Regret doesn’t suit you."
Unable to control your despair, you dropped your forehead on his chest and wept.
You felt his hand in your hair.
"C’mon," he said "S... Stop crying. You’re supposed to be the... general... of this mismatched group of lunatics."
"I… I don’t want…" words died in your mouth "It’s not fair!"
Kid's chest rose and lowered under your face.
"I have no regrets."
Swallowing, you lifted your eyes on his peaceful expression, his messy red hair stuck all over it.
"I wanted to live to become the Pirate King, or dying in the process. I never asked for more."
He wiped away the tears from your cheek.
"Yet I had my stupid nakama. And you."
Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
"Kid please, please, don’t," you begged "I cannot lose you, I can’t."
The others were silently crying behind you. A lot of eyes were fixed on you, probably the most notorious pirates of your age.
You couldn’t care less.
"You made me who I am today. You taught me freedom. This can’t be it."
"It’s... fine. I already spoke to... ugh! K-Killer. He will take care of you."
On the beach, Nami pressed her hands on her mouth to muffle her sobs. Bartolomeo was among the ones weeping openly, along with Ivankov and Momonosuke. Marco and Sabo stood there quietly.
She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair
In the middle of all that pain, a little part of you whispered in your ear you had to accept it. You had to accept it and say goodbye before it was too late.
His breath had grown slower, his eyes were less focused.
"Kid."
"I love you." he whispered.
Your chest, your guts, everything inside you crumbled.
Killer hurled his mask on the ground and growled his desperation between his teeth.
Law’s knuckles whitened in his grip on his trousers.
You were losing him.
Kid’s amber eyes were looking at nothing, his skin was too pale, his breath almost gone.
He had to know. You had to tell him.
Before it was too late.
"Kid, I’m pregnant."
And from her lips she drew her Hallelujah
His eyes snapped open.
Broken gasps sealed the silence on the beach.
Law’s wide gaze flicked on you.
Hallelujah
Kid’s face was a mask of shock.
"Wha…?"
"I’m pregnant," you repeated, moving closer "I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d forbid me to join the war. Forgive me."
"Are… are you sure…?"
You nodded frantically.
Hallelujah
His signature smirk weakly tugged at his lips.
"So I’m gonna… be a father…"
"Yes! Yes!"
You leaned your forehead against his.
Kid’s amber eyes looked around.
"K-Killer."
"I’m here!"
The blond crawled on his other side, streams of tears running down his cheeks.
"D-Did you hear…?"
"Yes. I will take care of them, Kid. I promise. No one will touch them."
"Good."
Hallelujah
"Maybe your child will be the one finding the One Piece!" you whispered "Maybe they will."
He closed his eyes.
"I'd like that."
"Kid."
"I have to go now."
"Kid!"
You could feel the life slipping away from his body.
Holding back your screams, you gently pressed your lips against his.
"I love you."
Were you breathing? Would you ever be able to breathe again?
"Goodbye, captain."
Hallelujah
Trafalgar Law had a troubled life.
His whole hometown was destroyed when he was still a child, all the citizens, including his parents and his little sister, were slaughtered by the Government. Then he was sentenced to death by an incurable disease. He defeated it, but paid the highest price for it: Cora-san’s life.
Yet, he grew strong and resolute.
But baby, I’ve been here before I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this floor
Still kind of a loner but he had his nakama. And the Strawhats. Even Eustass-ya, his crew, and all the allies.
I used to live alone before I knew ya
He never particularly liked Eustass Kid, or at least that’s what he told himself.
There was something, about that vicious pirate. The way his men looked up to him, the way you looked at him. His inability to surrender, even when there was absolutely no hope.
Law always told himself he was better. He was calmer, smarter, stronger.
Yet no one ever looked at him like you looked at Eustass Kid.
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
He never understood how a woman like you would stick to that man’s side. Or maybe he did, and he lied to himself.
No misunderstandings: Law was proud of who he was. And he knew whom to be grateful to for that.
Yes, his childhood was shit. But he had the luck to be taught and saved by not one, but two father figures.
His biological dad. And Cora-san.
Everything good inside him was their making.
And love is not a victory march
He looked at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. The despair on your face and the happiness on Eustass’.
“I’m pregnant”
Now that child was meant to grow without a father.
His dad’s voice and Cora-san’s goofy smile flashed in his mind. He closed his fists.
What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be a doctor! He had freed himself from an incurable disease, how come he was letting Eustass Kid dying in your arms? His comrades were calling his name. He had so many things to live for.
Too many things.
And Law knew what he had to do.
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
He pulled himself on his feet, glancing around.
No Heart Pirates there. Good.
Hallelujah
"[Y/n]-ya, Killer-ya," he called, walking over "Move aside."
He almost wavered when Killer lifted his blazing eyes on him. He never saw his face before.
"What the fuck do you want, Trafalgar?" Killer hissed.
"To save your captain."
Your wrecked gaze rose too.
"What…? But you said…"
"There’s no time," he urged, hinting at Kid, who was not unconscious "Get off and let me do it already!"
Too numb and confused to object, you shakily stood on your feet. Heat and Wire sustained you and helped you moving back.
"It will hurt. He will scream. I didn’t think he could survive this." Law explained, dropping his jacket. His eyes flicked on yours "But maybe now he has a reason to live no matter what."
Hallelujah
"I can help!" Chopper chimed, running ahead.
"Stay back!" Law barked, and the little reindeer stopped.
The Surgeon of Death pulled out his Nodachi.
"I need to create a big Room for this. No one can be inside." he looked at the little crowd "Everyone step back."
"I have a bad feeling about this," Sabo murmured, but he did as Law asked.
Killer gently pulled you back.
"Come, [Y/n]."
You looked at Kid one last time, then turned to the Surgeon. He flashed his confident smirk at you but there was something wrong in it. Something sad.
"I will bring him back to you, [Y/n]-ya."
"Law…?"
"If you see my men… tell them that they did a good job."
Hallelujah
"Law, wait–"
"Room."
Hallelujah
Minutes passed like centuries.
You sat against Killer’s side, hands pressed on your ears to not listen to Kid’s screams from the beach. After a while they stopped but the surgery continued, or at least you guessed so, since Law's Room was still in place. You didn’t look that way.
All the Kid Pirates had finally reunited and you all gathered together, without talking. Waiting in the sand.
As the Alliance’s general, you were supposed to check on the people who fought the war with you but you simply couldn’t, not now. Luckily, Vinsmoke Reiju and Marco took the task upon themselves, and they were reorganizing the army and the infirmaries.
Most of the Heart Pirates had medical skills, so they were the ones employed in assisting the injured allies all around. They were informed via radio their captain was safe, so they could focus on the wounded.
There was a time you let me know What’s really going on below But now you never show that to me, do you?
For these reasons, they didn’t rush to the beach. When most of the emergencies were taken care of, though, Bepo couldn’t hold back anymore and he headed to the sandy clearing. Shachi and Penguin tagged along, unable to conceal how bad they wanted to see their captain too.
But remember when I moved in you? The holy dove was moving too
"Here you are, guys."
Nami and Chopper walked towards them when they appeared near the beach.
"Oh? Is the captain still there?" Bepo asked.
Chopper nodded.
"Yes, beyond those boulders. He’s performing surgery on Eustass Kid. He’s in critical conditions." the small reindeer hinted at the beach, where you and your crew were waiting "It’s been a while now."
"Surgery?" Penguin glanced at his comrades "Maybe we can help."
"Wait, he said–"
But the three of them were already running towards the clearing.
"Oi!"
Hearing the call, you turned to the pirates approaching.
"The Heart Pirates are finally here," Wire observed.
Killer helped you stand.
"Where’s the captain?" Shachi asked when they reached you.
Heat pointed at the beach behind his shoulder. The wide Room was visible about two-hundred feet away. Bepo frowned.
"Wait. How long has that Room been there?"
You shrugged.
"I don’t know. An hour? More?"
"What?"
You saw their eyes widening and something in the back of your mind pulsated.
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
"It’s impossible!" Penguin squeaked.
The three of them bolted towards it, but the Kid Pirates quickly jumped on their feet and grabbed them.
"Let us go!" Bepo yelled.
There was a desperate note in his voice that made you shiver.
Hallelujah
"Trafalgar said no one has to get in!" Heat stated, holding Shachi back.
"Let us go now!" Penguin screamed, trying to wiggle out of Killer’s grip.
You approached Bepo.
"What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?"
"Don’t you understand, you fool?!" he shouted in your face.
There were tears in his little eyes.
Hallelujah
You took a step back, blinking.
"What?"
"He’s using the ultimate operation! The one that grants life in exchange of the user’s!"
In exchange of the user’s…?
"HE’S GOING TO DIE FOR EUSTASS!"
Hallelujah
"If you see my men, tell them they did a good job”
Hallelujah
Eustass Kid knew it.
From the second the excruciating pain began, he knew what was going on. What that idiotic surgeon was trying to do.
They fought side by side against the Admirals, they covered for each other, they won together, and it wasn't even the first time.
He saved that weakling’s life with his own.
So, when he lay in his blood and the stupid doctor tried to operate around him, he knew from Trafalgar’s face that he couldn’t save him back.
Kid had sneered at him.
"Don’t tell [Y/n]. She will kill us both for this mess."
Maybe there’s a god above But all I’ve ever learnt from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And now that fool was dragging him back from hell with his bare hands.
"Trafalgar, you fucker…!" he coughed, the surgeon’s blade still inside him.
"Shut. Up. Eustass-ya."
Law smirked, a rivulet of blood pouring down his lip.
"It’s not… easy… to replace a heart when you have to use your own. So don’t make me –ugh!– lose… focus."
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
The surgeon blocked Kid’s mechanic hand before it could push him away.
"Fuck you! I don’t want this!" the redhead hissed.
"I don’t care what you want."
"Trafalgar, you bastard, get off me!"
"Damn… stay still!"
Law hurt him, on purpose, and Kid cursed in the blood invading his mouth.
"Leave… me… alone."
"You will live, Eustass-ya."
It’s not somebody who’ve seen the light
"Get the fuck off!"
"You will live, and love [Y/n]-ya, and raise your child."
"Trafalgar, I swear…!"
"And, who knows, maybe find the One Piece. Although I place my bet on Strawhat-ya for that."
"You…"
"I was lucky, you know. I had two dads."
"Stop it."
"I won’t let your baby have none."
"Stop it."
"So you will live, Eustass-ya."
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Finally, the room dissolved.
The Kid Pirates let go of Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. You all ran along the beach.
Hallelujah
Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were lying on the sand, side by side. Both their chests had been opened and closed again.
Hallelujah
"CAPTAIN!"
The three Heart Pirates rushed Law.
You felt empty while approaching Kid’s motionless body.
Sabo, Nami, Chopper, Jinbe, and a lot of other people were approaching as well.
"Kid…?"
After a time that seemed dilating, Kid’s torso shook and he coughed.
"KID!"
Killer immediately crouched beside him, grabbing his wrist.
"He’s alive! His breath and pulse are both regular!"
You collapsed on your knees as the Kid Pirates yelled in joy.
Hallelujah
"Captain…?"
The whisper made you raise your eyes. The Heart Pirates were curled up around Law’s form. You slowly stood.
"[Y/n]…" Heat called you softly, but you didn’t stop.
Till you could see him.
Trafalgar Law had a peaceful smile on his lifeless face.
Hallelujah
You walked to him, among his weeping nakama.
Your fingers brushed his cheek as your wet lips brushed his forehead.
"Thank you."
And you could almost hear his voice, in your ears.
Eustass-ya, [Y/n]-ya,
Live on.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Epilogue.
A fresh breeze blew through the green branches of the willows on the hill.
"Oh, and you were right captain: Monkey D. Luffy did find the One Piece, in the end."
Penguin smiled, hands in his pocket.
"It was a bit of a mess, but whatever."
The white grave in front of him still had the Nodachi planted on its side, even after all those years.
No one touched it.
The cheers of the others were audible in the distance.
Penguin scratched the back of his head.
"Sorry for the chaos, I know you don’t like it, but see… the Heart Pirates are babysitting today. I already regret suggesting it, we’re clearly not equipped to handle–"
A small figure rushed between his legs, making him stumble. Before he could grab the kid, that one had already jumped on top of the grave, agitating the small slingshot in the air.
"Tremble, New World!" the child yelled, her spiky hair dancing all around her face "I’m Eustass Doruya, and I’ll be the next King of the Pirates!"
Apart from the usual patches, her signature sadistic grin was plastered on her face.
"Hey!" Penguin yelped "Get down from there!"
"Huh? Why should I listen to you, you miserable weakling?"
The pirate’s jaw dropped.
"What?!"
"Doruya, you’re always such a pain in the ass."
The childish voice reached the two, while a second kid dragged his feet up the hill. When he arrived in front of the grave, he observed it with bored eyes. His hair was far less crazy but the color was bright red.
"Shut up, useless twin! Do you want me to beat you up again?"
He sighed, glancing up at Penguin.
"Can we leave her here? We’ll tell mom and dad she ran off."
"Do that, losers, so my grand adventure will start!" she yelled.
The girl jumped down and ran in the woods.
"W-Wait!" Penguin gasped, but two of his crewmates were already rushing behind her.
"Don’t worry," the boy said "She’ll be fine."
He went back examining the grave with his sharp eyes.
"Is this the man you were talking about, Penguin-ojisan?"
"Hum, yeah…" Penguin’s smile returned to his face "This was my captain, Trafalgar D. Water Law. I thought it was time for you two to meet him, that’s why I brought you here."
"Penguin-san?"
The man turned to the black-haired woman who was walking up the hill.
"Nico Robin?! What are you doing here?"
The woman smiled.
"I was nearby and I decided to pay a visit to an old friend."
"I see."
Her brown eyes moved to the child.
"Hi there."
"Hi."
Nico Robin had already met the kid in the past, though he was far younger. However, it was not hard to guess who he was. You don’t see that hair color around much.
"And what are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her smile.
"I came to pay my respects."
"Your respects?"
The child nodded, then turned to the grave and bowed.
"Thank you for saving my dad, Trafalgar-san." he said "He gets angry a lot and he’s always bossing people around. You know, since he’s an Emperor and everything. But he’s the best dad ever."
He straightened himself.
"I speak also in Doruya’s behalf. She’s grateful too, she’s just too much like dad to say it out loud."
Some seagulls called each other from the shore.
"My mom is happy, and Killer-ojisan is happy, and everyone is happy thanks to you. So, yeah. Thanks."
The kid turned and started heading back to the beach. Nico Robin noticed Penguin quickly wiping away a tear from his eye.
"Hey, child-san," she called.
The boy stopped and looked at her.
"You know, it’s good custom to introduce yourself when you meet someone," she politely commented.
He curled his lips.
"I guess."
The child flashed her a confident crooked smirk that strongly reminded her of a certain doctor.
"I’m Eustass Law. Nice to meet you."
Fine
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the last s2 chaos dump post. spoilers ahead
also i think i just lost my shit while watching this ep
oh all of his joy is abt to go away SO FAST
FUCK WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY????
LOTTIE BABES PUT DOWN THE POISON-
shauna. shauna. SHAUNA.
van tai nat the judge-y lesbians of all time <333
yeah lisa's dying.
TAISSA'S LITTLE THUMBS UP IM DYING I LOVE HER SO MUCH
hate to say it but misty's right lottie pls get some therapy
nat defending her wife (kinda?)
'we got over it' *taissa's head tilt* oh nat honey none of you got over it
oh my god the look of terror when misty tells lottie nat drew the queen
MISTY STOP FUCKING SMILING WTAF
SHE NEVER WANTED THIS!! THEIR MAKING A GOD OUT OF A GIRL WHO DOSEN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE'S DOING!! AAAAA
ok technically shauna started the cannibalism
nat....MISTY STOP LYING WTF OH TAIVAN :))
#letnataliescatorcciodecksomeone1996
ok no give him time to greive.
....at least their taking off his clothes first?
thank you natalie
HAND SHAKING HAND SHAKING. REMORSE OR WANT???
do not. do this. while fucking. blindfolded.
and after all of it, van is still squimish about blood....gonna sob
van is making some painfully good points rn
she's dulling down the knifes...SCRATCHED OUT EYES.
jeff YOU are on tv...callie's facial expressions alone i love her-LMFAO SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE THE GUN IS-
KILL THE CREEPY COP!! LET THE WILDERNESS DECIDE IT.
nat's trying to protect lisa....she's so dead!!! oh my god nat and lisa im gonna s o b
BEN BAD FUCKING TIMING ALSO GOOD GOD THATS A LOT OF BLOOD-
he wants to go with her because he think she's not like them but she wont let herself go with because she thinks SHES WORSE.
van's minor case of insanity should not be as hot as it is.
ok she's phrasing it weirdly but she has a point
walter's gonna kill kevyn.
HAHA I KNEW IT
'are you one of the cult people' 'no i'm from the shire'
HA JEFFREY.
his heart is so small....OH SWEET FUCKING LORD.
yeah ok ive gotta fast forward that. DUDE IT WAS RAW.
misty i'm rlly not liking you rn
van just kicking the fire ily
FUCK CALLIE NO RUN. OH SHE HAS A GUN. SHOOT HIM.
vannnnnnnnn OH she wants to die-nvm.
it's gonna be nat i stfg and im gonna die
this gives me to much anxiety oh good god. lottie??
NO NOT AGAIN.
SHAUNA????????????
fucking hell.
WALTER KILL HIM.
CALLIE SADECKI GODDAMN
'it was vans idea' *the face of bitch pls*
AYE VAN PRINCESS BRIDE NERD CANON.
ben?
oh lottie-wait i wanna hear van's story....
it's van or nat. nvm it's nat. CALLED IT.
FUCK NATALIE OK-
lottienat pls makeout NOW challange. BOTH timelines.
IM SO SORRY NAT BABE THAT IS THE FACE OF GAY PANIC
ben watching like: i do not understand lesbians, also. i want to die.
nat you want to kiss her so bad, ur also having a midlife crisis at 17
omfg akilah's little curtsy and the way she and nat smile at each other
misty it was cute but the way ur looking at her makes me think you want to kill her
fuck. damnit lisa.
misty if you do this i will forever hate you.
SHIT NAT'S DYING-
yep. misty i hate you. idgaf if it was an accident.
JAVI??
just when she wanted to live. SHES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.
pls tell me shes got like a tolerance to this stuff?? pls.
SHIT HELLO SOPHIE THATCHER.
IM SHAKING OH MY GOD
'this is exactly where we belong' no, no you deserve to live you just haven't realized it yet.
LOTTIE?!?!!? IM HAVING A FUCKING STROKE
jesus the way she's smiling at her. she just wants to help!!
fuck she's actually dead.
i am so fucking furious right now.
god van's entire face is just 'it's supposed to be me.'
FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WAHT THE FUCK BEN WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS BEN
van palmer i should not find this hot.
VAN GET THE FUCK OUT
hey at least their warm now right
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets spoilers#natalie scatorccio#nat scatorccio#van palmer#vanessa palmer#taissa turner#shauna shipman#misty quigley#travis martinez#javi martinez#ben scott#lottie matthews#gen yellowjackets#akilah yellowjackets
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Episode 1
Re: the dog park: well that doesn't sound weird at all. Giving "Class of '76" vibes to me, or whatever the Bodies in the Water was called
Wait when she says "black" does that mean "person of dark skin tone" or "actually the color black"? Ik it's probably not important but either option creates an equally funny yet disturbing image
PFTHAHAHHAA OH MY GOD THAT CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD "Why his perfect & beautiful hair cut?" sir? SIR? What the fuck? We're not even five minutes in? Is there something you'd like to tell us? Hello sir? *vine* Whai are yu gae?
What was thas about scientists? Inch resting (did he mean that literally, or...?)
Calling it now, that's cannibal pizza
Sir why are yalls children playing in the desert in the first place
Ok listen I full expected Extreme & Weird things going into this [I've spent months in the Cosmic Horror side of the Hazbin fandom so I'm p sure I can handle The Other liek whoa], but the Helicopters ping the Too Human side of my This Is Not Right sense. What the fuck?
Wait lemme look up carnation flower language
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok I don't think flower language is relevant here
Wait never mind he said screams to not be heard so we're comfortably eldritch again. Carry on.
G A T O R A D E I S B A S I C A L L Y S O D A (I can't breathe oh my god) XD I've tweaked my Weird Meter so far out its the mundane things that blindside me now
Ah, yes, normal school sports team rivalry. With entire fucking air liners. (Are the Desert Bluffs Cacti subject to any of this? Are they also part of whatever the fuck happens in & around this town or they just normal people? Are they. Like. Okay?)
Bro stop talking about Carlos' fucking hair we get it he's hot stop embarrassing urself & just kiss already
Ma'am. Excuse me ma'am. Ma'am I don't think those are angels.
OH SHIT EIDJEJIXIEICJFJFJFJ HE STAIGHT UP AAID IT KHKHKHKGKFNCCNXNNZ XD
... Carlos is a siren, or a like a skin walker, or something, isn't he. "And everything about him. was. Perfect." Um ok sir 🤨 first off awfully fruity of u 2nd that sounded like Perfect with a capital P and that's always like. The worst thing someone could be in stories like this
WHO IS THE FUCKING MAYOR OF THIS TOWN. WHO IS IN CHAREG OF URBAN DEVELOPMANT LIKENGODDAMN. the paperwork must be a nightmare. Good sir/ma'am/other (haha Other) WHY DID U BUILD A BOARDWALK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT
. . . I'm just going to assume that either Nightvale is a pocket dimension or all the mailmen keep getting eaten, otherwise how do you explain the ATROCUOUS LACK OF ANYTHING REMOTELY RESEBMLING A POSTAL SYSTEM
The House That Wasn't There sounds like an amazing fucking premise can't wait to see where this goes. Also starting suspect "Carlos" doesn't actually exist, and his "hair" is something else entirely)
AHA! So there IS a post office!!! >:D
Sure buddy and how do you know what the screams of a soul being destroyed thru black magic sound like hmmmMMMmm?
*bombastic side eye* that doesn't sound paranormal that just sounds racist
Oh nevermind he said racist okay
Ik this is supposed to be Creepy or Off-putting but I cannot stop laughing everything he says "Arbee's"
Bro those aren't earthquakes Cthulu prolly just has sleep apnea or smthn dw about it
"And now, the weather" SURE BRO. OKAY. like. WHY NOT.
Bro I think ur guitar player has Grave Robbing Trauma
NVM ITS SO.ETHONG M U C H WORSE WTF
Ik my hearings just out of whack but my brain keeps thinking he's saying "bees & more than bees" XD
Also. This is not the weather.
Bro I think the sun has insomnia
FJQIWODDPFJRJDJRJFBWEKHAHAHAHAHAHAAA I PAUSE AT THE PERDECT TIME mans really said "if you know anything about The Angels. No You Don't" *sick keyboard riff*
"They don't exist" yeah okay sure bro tell that to Josie's lightbulb
a l l i g a t o r s
Hello quick question. What the fuck. Sir I do not need to know about ur vore fetish
"Teddy Williams" OK Peepaw Willy 🙄 have fun Security Breach: Ruining ur way outta this one. Tell us whats really in Bonnie's Bowling. Good luck getting one-shotted by the Minecraft Warden
BRO STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS JAWLINE HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING GAY. I did not think it was possible for someone to be this gay. And like 90% of my fandom blorbos are supermegaultra gay
Is that a train in the background? Or something else? Interesting, I'll have to keep that in mind.
*claps hands* W E L P . That was. An experience. Iiiiiii don't have the braincells to process All That soon to the next episide!!!
Ok you know what fuck it, I just started Welcome to Nightcale on a whim a few minutes ago, and since I've been trying to find the proper muse to actually start u s I n g this blog again might as well try liveblogging my reaction and seeing how this goes
#welcome to night vale#welcome to nightvale#is it one word or two?#wtnv#i think ive decided my tag for this will be#LucizbulliesCecil#at least until i come up with something better#lucifanbabbles#zizistuff#OH SHIT WAIT#wtnv spoilers#ok there we go
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The First Kiss 2/4 - Dad! Joel x Daughter! reader, Ellie X reader
Summary: You've been on a long trip the last week, between Tess dying and your dad injuring himself to protect you and Ellie, you really needed a pick me up, instead you both get kidnapped by creepy cannibals, barely making it out alive you and Ellie both realize something crucial to your guys's friendship
warnings: This is a heavy one, but I needed to pass the time so I can also get in some storyline of Part 2 in the series, attempted assault, murder, you and Ellie both murdering a creep, you being worried what Joel will think about you liking Ellie
The Apartment felt cold, like you guys weren't meant to be there, everybody was silent, you could tell Joel didn't like the idea of having both you and Ellie, you just kept quiet only speaking with Ellie to make sure she's comfortable and okay. Ellie laid on the couch, using her bag as a pillow and your jacket as a blanket. "Dad.." You whispered walking into his room, he was laying in bed with a notebook writing things down and counting rations cards. "Yea?" He asked looking at you, your chest felt heavy, you didn't want to ask but you needed to know. As tears brimmed your eyes you looked at him "W-where's Sara?..." You whispered, you watched his body tense, you knew something happened with your father, he wasn't the same as before but neither were you. "Not right now, y/n" He whispered, you could tell it was a touchy subject but you deserve to know, she was your sister. "Dad." You said sternly sitting on the bed next to him "Why are you caught up with the fireflies?" He asked "You're barely sixteen, just about the girls age you're supposed to be protecting?" He pressed more, his tone taking more authority "If I tell you..will you..will you tell me what happened with Sara?.." You asked looking at him "Fine" He huffed, you frowned sitting back against the wall next to him. "After Tommy gave me to the military..They ran out of room in the Austin QZ..." You whispered "They gunned the truck down..I managed to get out..run to the treeline and take off for town" You whispered sadly, you could feel his eyes on you "I stayed in different houses...starved..I got attacked by clickers one day..Marlene found me and brought me to their camp..At first I was lower rank..Older guys picked on me..grabbed me..Marlene found out and left them out for dead against the infected.." You mumbled, Joel was breathing shakily, his chest hurt, why couldn't of he have looked for you? "Then you came.." You whispered "I had to convince myself you were dead..I was almost getting myself killed looking for you.." You whispered sadly.
Joel was quiet, holding you tightly in a hug, you were quiet trying not cry, he didn't need to see that "Sara...Sara didn't make it..past Austin..Soldiers shot at us and she got hit..I-I couldn't save her.." he whispered, his voice shaky "Whenever Tommy told me he saw the dead truck passengers...I lost it..I thought I lost both my girls a-and I-I promised your mother to protect you two" He rambled, your dad had changed, he was broken, he was broken and trying. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck "I-I'm sorry dad.." You whispered "But..I'm here.." The room was quiet, Joel was quiet, but you still stayed with him till you ended up falling asleep leaning against his shoulder.
That Night you snuck out of the QZ, watching Tess grab Ellie after finding out she's infected made you huff, you didn't care people were coming, you aimed your gun at her growling "Let her go!" You yelled glaring, you glanced over scoffing as you saw Joel holding his gun pointed at you "Don't Y/n put it down!" He demanded, he knew he'd never shoot you never in hundred years but he needed you to stop. You grabbed Ellie's hand pulling her towards you before rushing down the path ahead "Y/n!" Joel yelled as you sped your pace up "Are you okay El?.." You whispered looking at her, You cared about Ellie, you couldn't help it she was just a couple months younger than you and you guys had bonded the past day, Marlene was right, she was special just not in the way Marlene thought.
Whenever you found your first safe house you ignored Joel and Tess, they're arguing about what they should do, You just stuck with Ellie "Ya know..He was alot cooler before all this.." You whispered nudging her shoulder "Oh yea? I bet" She sassed smiling playfully at you "He was..He was super cool..It's weird seeing him now" Admitting it was weird, but felt good it was weird seeing Joel, he looked exactly like your dad, and was your dad, but he acted nothing like your dad. "I'm sorry, Y/n..I overheard what happened with your sister.." Ellie whispered "It's okay..Sara was too sweet for this type of world.." You whispered looking at the ground playing with a random rock you found, Ellie watched you closely before slowly resting a hand on yours, she wasn't gonna say it out loud but whenever you stood up for her and held her hand the entire way here protectively had her face bright red with a blush, she had a girlfriend before, kinda, Riley, but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. You accepted her hand squeezing hers gently before sighing as you heard Tess and Joel's footsteps, you pulled your hand away quickly standing up and looking at your dad. "You aimed a gun at me" You said sternly, he huffed looking at you "You've gotta understand y/n. I wasn't goning to actually shoot but I needed you to put the gun down. She's infected! She could turn at any minute and kill every one of us!" He argued before walking past you "Show me. Show me the fucking bite" He demanded, you watched Ellie nervously pull her sleeve up showing the bite mark "She's immune...it's why she needs to go to the lab" You huffed looking at him "She got bit two days ago, and she's fine" You defended, Joel sat down watching you two.
The rest of the night was awkward, you fell asleep watching over Ellie but not the same way Joel and Tess were, whenever you woke up you had your arm wrapped around Ellie protectively, your excuse you told yourself was to feel if she moved but it was comforting. It still felt tense and you hated it, but you stood your ground, nobody was hurting Ellie.
4 days later
Tess's death brought you and your dad closer together, and you were grateful but you couldn't think about that right now, Right now you needed to find a way out of here, you knew you should've left Ellie with your dad to make sure he's okay but she insisted you would need backup. Now you were being tracked by some creep after rescuing Ellie from becoming some type of main course to their dinner, you rushed into a bar hiding behind a counter nervously glancing at Ellie "Hide..I'm gonna go around and come up behind him" You whispered quietly, slowly crawling between counters nervously, you could hear him, taunting you and Ellie to fight him. You moved to a different spot whimpering whenever you heard him gasp and start to walk over making you crawl quickly to a different counter, he was gonna find you, and Ellie was gonna have to watch you get murdered.
Your heart was racing and the man was just feet away, tears brimmed your eyes and you knew this wasn't gonna end well, Joel was hurt, bad, Ellie was trapped across the room hiding behind a fallen cupboard waiting for you, whenever you peaked around the corner you were forced to the ground "No!" You screamed crying out, he grabbed you roughly flipping you forward before reaching for his belt, you struggling screaming out for help, you fought against crying and screaming as loud as possible before feeling blood splatter on your face, Ellie stood behind you two, her knife covered in blood and the man now bleeding from his neck, You quickly flipped over repeatedly slamming the brick next to you now into the mans head, you felt hands grab you quickly pulling you away and into a sitting position, you shoved them away crying loudly "No! No! no! Stop!" You cried swinging your hands around "Y/n Y/n it's me!" Ellie said sternly, You looked at her feeling relief wash over you before sobbing loudly, Ellie hugged you tightly playing with the tips of your hair "H-He was- He was gonna-" You sputtered choking on another sob "I know..I know..I've got you, y/n..I've got you" She whispered kissing the side of your head "C'mon We've gotta get out of here and back to Joel" She whispered before cupping your cheeks gently "Are you alright?..You're good to walk?.." She whispered nervously, you panted nodding, you glared at the dead body slamming your boot into his skull to make sure he was dead, Ellie quickly lead you out and towards the camp, it took you a minute to get to back to the house but whenever you did you were met with Joel stumbling out calling for you both. Ellie helped you rush to your dad letting you go so you could hug him, she stayed quiet watching the both of you. You explained to your dad what happened, your tone dull and missing any form of life as you spoke, Joel just listened trying to keep his tears back before hugging you tightly "Im so sorry baby girl" He whispered sadly keeping you close, he failed to protect you again. "Ellie saved me.." You whispered leaning back looking at him, he glanced at the redhead behind you nodding softly "I was wrong about you, kid..looks like you really are a good kid" He chuckled, you nodded humming in agreement, Joel sighed watching Ellie walk up to you kneeling next to you to wrap your hand, it being sliced open from one of the cannibals fuckers that was trying to kill Ellie. Joel could tell something was happening between you two, the way you always kept a hand hovered over Ellie's back or held her hand anytime you walked out into the real world, or the way Ellie watched you closely with everything you did, or the way she'd blush everytime you touched her hand or shoulder.
That night you were staying in a different house, not far from the last one, you just needed one with no broken window considering the raiders shot out the ones for the house you were staying in. The house still had beds and basically room setups so after clearing it out with Ellie you helped your dad in bed in the master bedroom. Now you and Ellie sat in an old kids room setting up shifts to keep watch "Y/n?" Ellie whispered after a moment "I...I thought I was gonna lose you..and..that scared me..because I didn't know..if..- nevermind, just I thought I was gonna lose you" She rambled, you looked at her smiling a bit "it's okay, Ellie..I've made it this far without dying...plus I can't leave you with mr. crankypants alone" You giggled nudging her shoulder, you couldn't put your finger on it but you really cared about Ellie, you wanted to hold her hand all the time, any chance you got, her skin was soft and her voice was soft and sweet, even though most of the things that came out of her mouth were the exact opposite of soft and sweet. "Ahhh true true" She smiled looking at you, the silence was comfortable, peaceful, other than your father's obnoxiously loud snoring. You both leaned against each other watching the sunset through the window "Do you think we would've met if this clickers thing never happened?" Ellie asked softly playing with your fingers quietly "I hope so...We click together nicely" You giggled looking at her trying to hold back even more giggles "Oh my god! That pun was horrible!" She laughed loudly, you smiled watching her in awe, she really was the prettiest girl you ever met, you thought of yourself as lucky, to be able to of been in a world where you and Ellie met and were so close in age. "Why're you looking at me like that? Ms. googly eyes" Ellie teased poking you gently "I dunno..you're pretty" You could feel your face heat up blushing, you never even had a boyfriend before the clickers came and after it wasn't exactly easy to find someone your age that was tolerable.
Ellie looked at you, you could tell she was thinking about something, or rather debating something but you couldn't tell what. That was until she grabbed your cheeks kissing you softly, you were stunned, watching as she pulled away nervously standing away from you quickly "I-I'm sorry I-Im sorry" She said going to leave the room but you grabbed her hand from your spot on the floor. "Ellie. Stop for a moment..." You whispered holding her hand gently "Are..Are you sorry you kissed me..or sorry you feel that way towards me?.." You asked nervously, Ellie huffed nervously, you could tell she was feeling trapped but you knew letting her run away would hurt you both. "I-I..Both.." She whispered defeated looking away from you "Ellie...I've...I've never had a relationship..like ever..but..I know I like you..and I haven't felt like this towards anybody..I wanna hold your hand all the time..and..I- I don't know how..I mean I don't care what my dad thinks but..I don't know what he'd think about us.." You whispered shyly, she nodded a bit slowly sitting down in front of you "Okay...So we take it slow..and keep it secret for now.." She whispered holding your hand with slightly more confidence, you smiled, looking at her before nodding. You both smiled at each other before giggling loudly, you brought your hand up to her cheek before kissing her gently, it felt right, like your brain already knew what to do. Ellie smiled against your lips squeezing your hand gently as you both pulled away, your heart and smiled dropped though whenever you heard Joel clear his throat from the hallway.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#the last of us hbo#tlou fanfiction#tlou part 1#pedro pascal#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#joel the last of us#joel tlou
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A Lovely Nightmare
Chapter 2
Pairing: NBC Hannibal Lector x Reader
Summary: Y/n was a consultant with the FBI she was an informant. she learned a little about a lot. She Is asked to consult on The Chesapeake Ripper case when she was targeted by a copy-cat of the ripper. Will introduces her to Doctor Lecter. They become intrigued by each-other. Soon after meeting Dr. Lecter the copy-cat ripper makes an attempt to kill her and puts her in the hospital. Jack suggest she stay with Dr. Lecter and everything goes down hill for Y/n.
WARNING: Murder, Blood, implied cannibalism, gun shots, abuse, alcohol, violence, language, and assault
Chapter 2: Dinner
Y/n set the silverware and plates on the table in Hannibal's dining room. Once a month Y/n and Hannibal would have dinner together they would switch who makes dinner this month it was Hannibal's turn. They had started this routine shortly after Y/n stopped being his 'patient' The night would always go she showed up at his office before he'd leave on a Friday. They'd go to either her apartment or his house.
If it was her apartment it would be a meal like a casserole or something she couldn't screw up. Hannibal would offer to help but she would hand him a champagne glass and let him pick whatever wine, champagne, or other drink he wanted. He'd set the table and they'd eat and talk about the month.
if it was his house it was an elegant dinner. They'd go to his house and as soon as she was inside he'd take her coat and hang it up then start on dinner while Y/n sets the table then she'd come in the kitchen and he'd give her a wine glass that usually contained water or whatever wine she picked. He'd finish making dinner and they'd eat and talk.
Now normally when Hannibal cooked he would serve the type of meat in his diet to his guests but he never had with Y/n. Hannibal didn't have many friends but she was one of the few. He knew she was former CIA and that the FBI didn't like her so part of keeping her around was insurance. He knew if the FBI or CIA were looking into him they'd go to her first then she'd tell him about it.
Tonight Hannibal was making spaghetti. Y/n came into the kitchen and sat at the island where he was cutting up some parsley looking stuff. Hannibal reached behind him and handed a wine glass to her. Y/n smiled at him as she took the glass.
"You didn't want Will knowing we know each other." He sated not looking up from his work, "Is there a reason for that?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"After everything the FBI put you through I suppose not I just find it odd," Hannibal glanced at her, "You're working with them again?"
"Yes, Jack wants my help on the Chesapeake Ripper case. I doubt it will ever be solved. He's very clever and clean. Jack thinks I can help because Will can think like a serial killer and I-" she stopped remembering she had said that to Zeller and may have scared him.
"You can kill like one," Hannibal said finishing her thought. Hannibal stirred the pasta, "Have you run into Agent Holsin again yet?" Agent Holsin was an FBI agent that Y/n had dated years ago. She had broken up with him though Hannibal's advice. Y/n looked at her drink.
"No. I'm too sober to think about him right now. No one in the FBI or CIA knows about that so if Jack calls on you for help don't bring it up."
Hannibal nodded as he finished making the spaghetti. He brought it out to the table along with a bottle of vodka. Y/n followed him with a small basket of garlic bread. He set the food down then pulled out Y/n's chair for her.
"So, You are looking for this copycat tomorrow?"
"Yeah I gave to go ask some sex workers if they've ever seen anyone hanging around that is odd. Aside from the creepy customers they have. Enough about my depressing call to action. Will is your patient?"
"Yes and no. Jack wants me to keep an eye on will and assess his mental state."
"So it's more of so he doesn't become Fredricks patient type of thing?"
"yes...you just call Dr. Chilton by his first name." Hannibal and Dr. Chilton were colleagues. They got along most of the time but not when it came to Y/n. Now Hannibal wasn't jealous by any means he just didn't like the thought that the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane was basically Y/n psychiatrist at this point. In all reality Y/n just saw Fredrick as a friend who assesses the murderous mentally unstable.
Y/n looked at Hannibal over her wine glass seeing the look of disapproval in his eyes. She knew that when it came to her they didn't get along. every time the three were together she would attempt to get her boys, as she called them, to just relax. Fredrick and her were not as close as she had Hannibal believe but she found the irritation the belief caused very amusing.
"Hannibal, he is my friend not my doctor. Plus if your concerned they'll lock me up just know if they were gonna send me to that place they would have years ago."
After they had eaten and y/n helped him clean up. She headed out to her car and drove home for the night. In the morning she headed down to the area of town most of the night girls were in. She asked the any of the sex workers willing to talk to her if they had seen anything most described a law enforcement type of man but she expected that. Too many cops she knew condemned these people but after the sun went down could be caught enjoying their 'company.'
While Y/n was questioning the sex workers she was unaware that the copycat was watching her from the top of an apartment building. She had his full attention and interest but didn't know it yet. She would very soon though...
#hannibal x reader#hannibal nbc#hannibal lecter#hannibal#nbc hannibal#will graham#jack crawford#fbi agent#FBI#CIA#hannibal x you#hannibal x y/n#fredrick chilton#alana bloom#the chesapeake ripper
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Part 4/??: Akutagawa Fluff
Read Part 3: https://sleepyghostuwu.tumblr.com/post/654839506827100160/read-part-2
Woohoo, I finally got something for part 4! 😄 School just started a few days ago and I got traumatised by BSD’s Cannibalism Arc (I’m glad I didn’t watch it right before bed QvQ) so I’m giving myself therapy by fluff. Enjoy!
- “(Y/n)-chan~! We just got an email about Port Mafia activity happening in the alley near us! Do you mind checking the place?” Dazai’s singsong voice rang across the office.
- You look up from your papers and groan in frustration. “The Port Mafia again? Also, isn’t Ranpo supposed to do the checking?”
- “OI, (Y/N)!” Ranpo yelled angrily from his stash of snacks. “I INVESTIGATE CASES, NOT CHECK RANDOM PLACES!” (lmao that rhymes—)
- You glare at Ranpo in disgust. (Not that both of you are enemies or anything, but he can be annoying T-T) Sighing in resignation, you get up from your desk, grab your gun and leave for the alley.
- You arrive at the same alley you found the smuggled guns in. However, this time, other than the creepiness and darkness of the alley, you felt that something was off.
- There was nothing there.
- No crates of smuggled goods, no wanted gangsters…just dusty air-conditioner vents and very dirty walls. Irritated, you text Dazai.
“Dazai, are you sure you gave me the correct directions?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Why?”
“There’s nothing here :0″
“Huh, that’s funny. Because our client told us that there was suspicious activity going on in there.”
- You take a few moments to calm yourself and refrain from losing it before texting Dazai back.
“Whoever it was, they’re probably messing with us. I’m heading back.”
- Just as you were about to send the message, a familiar voice suddenly jolts you. “Hey, (y/n).”
- You turn around and look up to find your new friend staring at you, his gray eyes stormy as ever. “AKUTAGAWA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!”
- “I was waiting for you. You came later than I expected though.” =^=
- Hold up. He knew I was coming here? It took you a minute to realise the situation you were in. When it finally struck you, your eyes widen in horror. “Did you just trick the Agency into thinking that there was a case?”
- “In my defense, since I’m from the Port Mafia, that makes me the case itself, so technically I did not trick them.”
- You glance at Akutagawa skeptically. “How did you know I was the one who would check this place?”
- Akutagawa’s cold demeanour faded. Blushing slightly, he looked away and grumbled, “I just guessed.”
- “Huh, that’s lucky,” you shove your phone back into your pocket. “What do you want?”
- Akutagawa was silent for a few moments. Unknown to you, he was struggling to put his request into words. The poor guy didn’t want to sound weak in front of anyone, especially someone from the Armed Detective Agency. Giving an awkward cough, he muttered, “I want a date.”
(oHO—)
- Confusion. You give Akutagawa a blank stare. “A date?”
- Akutagawa nods, covering the lower half of his face as he internally drowns. He had just asked you out with the wrong impression that he liked you more than he actually did. (The poor boi is awkward, okei?) Fortunately, you managed to understand what he was talking about.
- “Sure, but I’m still at work, so I can’t go out at the moment. Want to have dinner together?” :]
- “We’re not having sweet bean bread, right?” Akutagawa didn’t like the thought of having meagre pastries for a meal.
- “Of course not,” you were offended at the thought of offering the mafioso such a lowly meal. As you wondered where to drag Akutagawa that evening, a bulb lit up in your head and you suggested, “There’s a nice noodle store in the mall. Do you want to go there?”
- After a moment of thoughtful silence, Akutagawa nods in agreement. “At least it’s better than sweet bean bread,” he tried to sound begrudging, much to your amusement. His face tinted pink, he adds hesitantly, “See you after work.”
At the Agency…
- “(Y/n)-chan, how was the investigation?” Dazai asks as you entered the office.
- Approaching the man’s desk, you tell him about your encounter with Akutagawa and how he tricked you into going on a date with him. At the end of your recount, Dazai frowns thoughtfully and remarks, “Hm, I thought that’d be the case.”
- “EH?!” You stare at Dazai with utmost bewilderment. He knew that Akutagawa was tricking the Agency into sending you to him and still went along with it.
- “You see…the email wasn’t really about Port Mafia activity. It was more of this,” Dazai shows you the series of emails, which went:
“Dazai-san, is it alright if I borrow (y/n) for a moment? I want to talk to them. Akutagawa.”
“Of course! Where do you want them to meet you? Dazai.”
“The alley near the Agency. Akutagawa.”
“Alright, they just left the office in a bad mood. Try not to harm them. Dazai.”
- You smacked Dazai in the head with your papers and started yelling at him. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! YOU COULD’VE JUST TOLD ME THAT SOMEBODY WANTED TO MEET ME IN THE ALLEY!!”
- “You wouldn’t believe me if I said that,” Dazai wore a mischievous smile on his face. Bandage Mackerel had an annoyingly fair point.
- “What’s with the prediction that he was going to ask me out?” You demanded.
- “You showed him kindness, (y/n). You heard Atsushi yesterday: a little act of kindness goes a long way. I was harsh towards Akutagawa back then. Kindness, or more accurately, mercy, wasn’t really a thing in the Port Mafia.”
- “Oh…” Your voice softened at Dazai’s explanation. Sitting next to him, you wondered, “Dazai, do you think I have it in me to be Akutagawa’s friend?”
- Dazai turns to you and smiles. “Given how far you’ve gone, yes.”
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...okay, so I know nothing about Dexter except he's like the but what 'if I kill a 100 killers?' meme, but what I DO know is him looking like a homeless lumbercjack in snow cause fandom had a meltdown over it - AND YOU TELLING ME HE'S IN MIAMI CAUSED ME TO QUESTION REALITY! D: [And hey, if you'd wanna advertise me the show my ears are open... xD]
RIGHT? Totally different vibe. Beard!Dexter is a blight on this fandom, for legit reasons other than just facial hair and snow, but those are still unforgivable in their own ways lol. I mean, Dexter's promotional material was a pretty cool mix of playing on his job as a blood splatter analyst (oh ho ho did he cause the splatter?) and playing on his outward image as the supposedly perfect family man (the ketchup he's using is actually blood!), but we also had stuff like this:
The setting is really crucial. If we were set wherever we are at the end of the series (I clearly loved the ending enough to remember where he moved to lol) that would very much mirror the whole serial killer thing; a dark, cold environment to reflect his real self. But by making it Miami, there's this wonderful contrast going on that feeds into both the show's premise — totally normal dude goes about his normal life in this bright, happy, gorgeous weather place — and, by extension, feeds into the show's humor too. It's harder to take Dexter seriously when he's out being all serial-killer-y in a Hawaiian shirt... and alongside enjoying that image, we understand, textually, why no one really suspects him. You know that post going around where OP shows that shot of Hannibal being all creepy in his library and it's like "Oh yeah there's NO WAY anyone would EVER think you're a SERIAL KILLER, guy whose name rhymes with 'cannibal.'" Dexter is the exact opposite of that. At the start of the series one coworker thinks he's shady — presenting expected problems for Dexter — but he's very much the outlier. You don't have to suspend disbelief to go along with everyone trusting, liking, and even loving Dexter. He is lovable.
And that's the cool moral premise. I mean yeah, he's a serial killer. Insert the inevitable tumblr comment about how you can't like the bad guy (/s)... but you're supposed to. Dexter starts the series with a wife, kids, beloved sister, friends at work, and he does love them all. It's not an act put on to get by. The show is very clear that the persona Dexter embodies to not get caught, while inevitably tied up in that Good Brother/Husband/Father lifestyle, is not the sole reason why he created those ties. The premise of Dexter is not "If a killer kills a killer, there are still the same number of killers on Earth, I am so intelligent." It's "What if a cop realized his son would inevitably become a serial killer, so out of love for him taught him to only kill other people who were a danger to the community? And then the son grew up desperately trying to maintain the life he'd built while also keeping his "Dark Passenger" at bay? Would that be fucked up or what?" Dexter is interesting both because he has his code — there are legit conversations to be had both in the story and out about what, if any, merit there is in this kind of vigilante behavior. It reminds me of a similar Criminal Minds episode where a victim hopes a killer won't get caught because he killed her abuser — and because he, outside of the whole killing thing, is a pretty likable guy. You're suppose to struggle with liking him, question what it means to be a monster, figure out what you're willing to ignore for someone you love, etc. Dexter isn't the Joker reveling in chaos for the sake of chaos, nor is his struggle such an angst fest that the show (at least most of the time) feels too edgy. He treats his "Dark Passenger" like a particularly annoying pet he has to take care of. Yeah, it gets dark and serious a lot, but it's also funny as hell.
All of which is made better by casting Michael C. Hall. He's phenomenal in the role.
I don't think any clip encompasses this tongue-in-cheek "He's just a normal dude, doing normal things, definitely nothing to see here ;)" energy quite like the opening does. It PERFECTLY uses the context the viewer has to make everyday actions seem sinister and then contrasts it all with the final shot: how everyone else sees Dexter. It is, totally seriously, one of my favorite openings of anything ever:
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Absolutely watch Dexter. Yes, there comes a time when it goes off the rails and the finale is up there with the likes of Supernatural imo, but you can ignore that + the new season might fix some things if we're very, very lucky lol. If you enjoy police procedurals, monster of the week formatting, morally driven storytelling, unreliable narrators, and fantastic ironic humor, Dexter 100% deserves your attention.
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Beauty and The Birds Part 9
Warning: This chapter contains former abuse from parents, religion (mostly cult-ish stuff), mentions of ‘The Catholic Church’, and supposed witchcraft. A long with general harm of a person because of them being different. If any of this effects you I recommend possibly not reading this. If you are facing any of the above (except for maybe supposed witch craft) you can access this website for help https://www.thehotline.org/ this is the domestic violence hotline and are generally good for a lot of situations.
Disclaimer: I, as always, do not condone this behavior in any sense. A made up sort of cult-like religion is brought up that tries to hide itself as The Catholic Church. I have absolutely nothing against the catholic church as I am personally a protestant (but of course you know how us protestants feel) and I have nothing against what people believe in as long as no one gets hurt. This is based off of the sad incidents of exorcisms and how the are most commonly performed on regular children and how they quickly turn violent. Please, this is never acceptable. You should never be harmed by your religion or because of your religion.
~Previously on Beauty and The Birds~
“Isn’t that cannibalism?”
“Doggo!”
“Sheepies!”
“No. Other birds. I don’t think there’s another like me.”
~Back to Beauty and The Birds~
“It’s a uh.. long story that I haven’t shared with anyone. As you can tell I’m not exactly the best at communicating-“
He physically backed into himself with a blush on his cheeks and a hand rubbing his neck. You physically drooped as you started to walk away.
“Okay, I guess you don’t want to tell me-“
“NO!”
At seemingly the speed of light and a large ‘whoosh’ the bird man appeared right in front of you with his hands spread.
He had this deranged look on his face that seemed to become more and more common as the days passed.
He stepped closer to you with a shaky crazed smile on his face.
“No, no! I’ll tell you! I would tell you anything.”
He placed his hands on your shoulders to pull you in closer as his smile only widened.
“I would do anything for you. You just have to ask and I would tell you whatever you could possibly want to know. As long as you stay so couldn’t care less. It’s all worth it.”
Hm, he seems to show a lot of territorial behavior and desperation. Could this be part of a courtship sort of thing. He seems to be quite attached for only knowing you for what? 2 days? You’ll have to look into that later.
His smile and piercing gaze finally softened as he seemed to return to his normal self.
“I will admit this is a rough topic for me so I would rather if we could instead talk in the nest.”
You eagerly nodded your head as you gripped your discreet recording device as you were flown up to the top floor’s glass observatory.
It seems the nest acts as a comfort sort of place for him. Somewhat how some animals do during heats and pregnancy’s. From what you can tell he isn’t in a heat (although it could explain some things) and he certainly isn’t pregnant so it is quite odd behavior for a bird to exhibit.
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You were currently perched inside the nest as you awaited on Avery’s return. He, to your annoyance, insisted on getting a few snacks
You irritably clutched on a corviknight plushie you found in the nest before it was quickly abandoned on Avery’s return.
In his hands he carried various junk foods but there was an odd one that stood out from the rest.
Tater tots.
After putting down the foods on a little side table he quickly joined you in the Blanket Void TM and quickly into you. His wings wrapped around and whilst spreading sent a turtle duck plushie off of the bed. He quickly let out some gentle cooing as he nuzzled deeply into your neck.
“I’m ready to answer your questions now.”
“Alright, how about an easier question to start off. What’s with the tater tots?”
Of course this question was just a ruse to make sure your device was recording and genuine curiosity.
Avery’s head pulled away from your neck and a frown pulled at his lips. He then proceeded in what you like to call his ‘bby voice’
“Is there something wrong with them? They’re my favorite.”
That-that was not the answer you were expecting. Huh, that’s odd.
“Oh, nothing. Just genuine curiosity.”
Avery immediately relaxed back into your arms after popping a tater tot into his mouth.
“Now, you say you don’t think there’s anyone else like you. Is it because you believe to be the last of your species?”
He stiffened up once again before digging himself more into you.
“Well no, I think. I don’t believe I am part of a species. This may take a while to explain and please bare with me. This is a rough topic that I haven’t really been able to share with anyone.”
You eagerly nodded your head and made sure to give him some headpats which only induced some coos to leave his throat.
“Well my family were rather wealthy and owned an airplane company and I think we did general logistics stuff. We were also rather catholic although now I think we don’t quite fit that term. At least hope not for the sake of people who are actually catholic.
My mother was the heiress and received a lot of suitors. She was supposedly cursed by one of her suitor’s mother after turning him down. We think this may have led to me.. being me.”
You felt rather disheartened but also even more intrigued by this information. So he doesn’t seem to be part of a species, but an odd mutation? (You highly doubted this is from some curse.)
“So where exactly is your family now”
After speaking you popped a tator tot into your mouth.
“I think about 5 years ago my parents, ironically enough, died in a plane crash. I was pretty much only allowed on the estate, the woods, and the church after my wings developed so I wasn’t allowed with them. That was probably a mistake on their parts.”
You waved your arms a bit.
“Hold up, you siad you weren’t allowed anywhere after your wings developed. Does that mean you weren’t born with them.”
Avery let out a reflexive chuckle.
“Ha ha, well I technically was born with them. I was a healthy baby but I had these bumps on my back. Of course everyone was concerned about these being tumors so I was tested frequently. Turns out they were merely bone and somewhat.. hollow. As I grew the bumps started grow into my wings today. The bone thing is also why I take a good bit of calcium since they’re so fragile.”
“But why weren’t you let anywhere after they developed?”
Avery let out a sigh as he mentally prepared himself.
“After the doctors kinda figured out I was somehow growing wings paired with my purple eyes my parents were very excited for me to be an angel like thing. Yeah, I don’t know their understanding either. Maybe consider me as a miracle of the lord of something? Either way they were rather hopeful of this and treated me like a regular son with giving me an education to run the business. But then I got my feathers. Their dreams of an angel were crushed upon seeing that were not pure white but instead a dark black. They became horrified and I was forced to spend a lot of time at the church and was forced to have exorcism after exorcism performed on me. It.. wasn’t pleasant to say the least. My parents quickly hated me and locked me away. But they still needed an heir and they feared to have another child so I was still given an education as I sometimes needed to appear to confirm that they were nice enough to keep me alive.”
You felt some water cascade down your neck as you could place your arms around him in a hug.
“A-Avery that’s awful. I-I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
Avery gained a small smile as he pulled away from you hug with tears still gliding down his face.
“Y-You’re the first person to every say sorry to me.”
“Oh, Avery. No one should be deprived of that.”
You forced a small grin on your face to try and cheer him up.
“Ok, no more hardcore questions. Stuff that shouldn’t make you cry now. Sorry to open those wounds like that.”
“No, no. It’s fine. I said I would tell you anything. And I’m honestly over joyed to share anything with you.”
How can someone say something so creepy yet sat at the same time? “Alright then, if you’re sure you want to continue. You’re able to communicate with birds from what I can tell. Do they see you as they’re leader or something?”
“Since I was only really allowed in the woods birds quickly became my only friends and company. Also I’ve done a lot of rehabilitation work that a lot seem to feel indebted to me. A lot of birds tend to follow the bigger bird naturally and they see me as a really big bird so they just kinda.. naturally do what I tell them. It also helps that I feed them too.”
“Makes sense, I guess. Like when I saw this heron in a pond one time and a bunch of ducks just followed him around. Last question for the day, alright?”
Avery nodded his head as he pulled you closer.
“I brought like 3 scarves here but I can’t find any of them. I have a slight feeling you may know where they are.”
Of course you couldn’t see it but a dark blush covered Avery’s face.
“W-well two of them are in the nest. I’m afraid that some of the birds got their hands on the other one somehow and are currently using it to snuggle. I’m working on getting them another scarf so you can get yours back.”
Huh, so he puts many different things in his nest. Also now you had to deal with the conflict of you taking a scarf from some cozy, snuggling birds.
“The birds can keep my scarf. I couldn’t just take it from them like that.”
Avery smiled against your neck and cooed.
“I’m sure they’ll be estatic for their cuddling not to be ruined. Now enough questions, more cuddles and movies.”
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Teeth (Yandere!Eyeless Jack x Reader)
Requested by: no one
Pages: 5.1
Words: 1,821
Genre: Angst kinda (I promise this is gonna be the last angsty fic for a while-)
Associated song: Teeth - 5SOS
!Tw! Swearing, gore, yandere themes, almost puking, and mentions of murder.
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"Blood on my shirt, rose in my hands, you're looking at me like you don't know who I am. Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand, still beating."
Eyeless Jack has, for lack of a better term, an infatuation with you. Ever since he met you, he couldn't get you off his mind, you're the eternal flame he's been looking for to light up his life. He would do anything for you, and when I say anything, I mean anything. This mans would sacrifice himself for you, and pray for any poor soul that tries to flirt with you around Jack. Ej will absolutely smite them, not around you of course. He wants you to see the clam, collected, stoic side of him, not the monster side. He will never forgive himself if you saw him like that.
You met Jack about six months ago at a house party, you were supposed to be his target along with a few others. But, the way you fought against him, he knew you weren't going down without a fight. Jack was captivated by how you fight, you managed to stab him in the ribs with a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle. He had to give himself stitches when he returned to the mansion that night. You're a real life final girl, you somehow managed to defy death and instead get brought back to a creepy mansion in the woods full of serial killers. It's not the best outcome, but hey! At least you're not dead!
Now you're training to become a pasta, and you're still Ej's roomie. You enjoy sharing a room with Ej, he keeps his room pristine and orderly, unlike some other pastas *cough cough* Jeff *cough cough*. You'd think Jack's room would smell like rot and death, but he is actually provided a lab to work in. Now that, that room smells like death. No matter how many candles you light, no matter how much Fabreeze you spray, that room will always smell like rot. It's a good thing that everyone has gone nose-blind to the smell though. Anyway, being roommates with a cannibal has it's perks, such as Jack keeping a mini fridge in his room for his "food". He lets you keep food in it too, because he knows how much you hate it when someone eats your leftovers. Jack is also a very comforting person, he's helped you out with your nightmares before. His presence is also just comforting in general.
Anyway, enough of me simping for Jack, we have to get on with the story at hand. You just got out of your morning shower. You've already brushed your teeth, dried and styled your hair, and put on deodorant. You step out of the misty bathroom and pad into Jacks room. Your e/c eyes catch a small, yellow square off paper stuck onto the top of Jack's desk. You peel the Paper off of the polished wooden surface and read the note. 'Dear Y/n, I have to go on a quick mission, I don't know when I'll be back, but I already made coffee for you, Enjoy! - Ej.' You smile, blood rushing to your cheeks. You realize you're blushing and rub at you're cheeks, you shouldn't be feeling like this about your cannibalistic demon roommate. Part of you says no, but the other screams yes. You're torn.
You decide to push your thoughts out and drink your coffee. You take a mug off of the handle screwed into the wall. Yes, Jack has not only a coffee machine in his room, but also mugs. Anyway, you take the pot and pour the steaming, bitter liquid into your mug. You like your coffee how Jack likes his, black and very bitter. The only difference between your coffee and his, is that Jack puts certain types of blood in his coffee. Certain types of blood have certain effects on him, which is cool, but also terrifying. Taking a sip of your coffee, you shudder at the taste.
"Oh yeah, that's good shit," you mutter to yourself. You happily plop yourself on your bed and take another long sip of your bitter beverage. Since you and Jack share a room, you both decided to split the room down the middle. For example, Jack's side of the room is painted royal blue, he has a bunch of shelves for his medical equipment and a filing cabinet full of every resident's medical records. He also has a desktop and a coffee machine next to it, on the desk a bunch of unwashed, empty coffee cups and paperwork.
Your side however, is almost completely different. Your walls are painted a dark f/c and have posters everywhere of your favorite bands and singers. You also have a shelf that holds cute figurines and a place to charge your phone and laptop. You have put up LED lights around the shelf and fairy lights around the top. You also have hooks on the wall next to your bed holding your hoodies and other things. It's funny, because when a creep walks into your/Jack's room, they see one side that's organized and professional looking, Then, they see your side. You know you're messy and quiet proud of it. Anyways, you open your laptop and scroll through Youtube, trying to find something to watch. You found something, but your stomach growled. You realize you haven't ate anything yet, reluctantly you stand up and amble out to the kitchen.
Once you make it into the kitchen, you open the fridge to try and find something to eat. You rummage around and find f/s (favorite snack), jackpot. You smile and walk happily back to your/Ej's room. You get back into your shared room, you begin to watch Youtube.
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Almost halfway though bingeing Markiplier's Fnaf series, you get a message from Clockwork. Your e/c eyes quickly read over the text.
Clocky :)
Hey Y/n! Do you wanna walk around the woods with me?
Y/n
Sure! Just give me a few minutes
Clocky :)
Ok! I'll be waiting outside
You hide your snack and grab your shoes, you slip on your shoes and a jacket, since it's pretty cold out today. Exiting the room, you manage to navigate through the long and twisting hallways. You finally reach the front doors and step out of the house. "Took you long enough," Clockwork huffs jokingly, you playfully jab her with your elbow and laugh. "So, how are you?" "I'm doing good, waiting for Ej to get back from his mission," you explain, Clockwork gives you a strange look. "Slender didn't give him a mission today," Clockwork says, you give her a weird look back. "Really? He wrote me a note, saying he had to go on a mission today and he'll be back."
Clockwork thinks for a minute, then it clicks. "Ooooooh~ somebody might have an admirer~" Clockwork gushes at you, poking your cheek. Your cheeks immediately heat up. "Oh my god shut uppppppp," Clockwork giggles at your flustered-ness. "Jack and Y/n, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-" you put a hand over her mouth, "cease" you grumble, now flustered to hell and back. You hear clockworks muffled chuckle under your hand.
Once you get back to the mansion, you say your goodbye to Clockwork and trudge back to your room to think. You flop face down on your bed and groan into your pillow. You turn over to face the ceiling, you hate to admit it, but, you think you're starting to crush on Ej a bit. Don't get it twisted, Ej is fucking smoking hot. Even though, you've only seen him without his mask on twice, mans could commit arson with just his face he's THAT hot. But on the other hand, he's a cannibalistic demon serial killer. You feel like you have morals, but you shouldn't because you have to kill for a living too. You're no better than him in all honesty. You sigh and flip over to your side, now facing Jack's bed.
Come to think of it, you feel like he's way out of your league. Jack's not only stunning, but he's very smart, he was a health major for god's sake. Your heart cracks a bit, realizing you're not good enough for him in your mind. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and silently cry to yourself. But before you could get any tears out, you hear the bedroom door squeak open. "Y/n? Are you awake?" You immediately sit up in your bed, "Hey Jack, how was the mission," you ask as jack closes the door and flicks on the lights. Jack is covered in blood, with a beautiful red rose in one hand, and a human heart in the other. This doesn't freak you out, considering he's a cannibal, Jack hands the rose to you. "I saw this and though you'd like it." Jack mumbled sheepishly.
You break out into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Jack, it's beautiful," you say, lightly grazing the soft petals with your fingertips. Then, Jack hands you the heart, you instantly pale. You look up at Jack, "T-this is for me?" You ask, Jack nods, you take the squishy organ in your hand. You almost vomit when the bloody organ contacts your hand. "where did you get this from?" "The guy who sold me the rose." Jack explains. You stare at him in shock, you ask him simply why, and Jack says "Because he knew you, He was going to steal you from me. And we can't have that." Jack says, stroking your cheek. "What was his name," your heart drops, you hope you weren't close with this person. "His name was...Jay, I believe?" Jack answers, and you burst into tears.
Jay was your best friend since fifth grade, he's helped you through so much. You just got told that your crush murdered your best friend, and now you're holding his heart. Jack tries to put a hand on your shoulder and you scoot as far back on your bed as you could go. You look Jack in the eyes and tell him to leave you alone, he tries to reason with you again and you just tell him to leave again. You don't think you can ever forgive Jack for what he's done.
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Jungle Park [8]
Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 8.5 OR Chapter 9
➜ Words: 7.4k
➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU
➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.
To be fair — this wasn’t your idea. You’re actually not that big on exercise, even if you do enjoy nature from time to time. Plus, the last time you actually worked out was probably back in high school. After you got hit in the face with a flying soccer ball, that was when you decided that sports, working out, and exercise in general weren’t for you. You swear you can still see the indent of the soccer ball in your cheek if you squint enough in the mirror. So the employees of the firm shouldn’t be so upset with you. If anything, they should sympathize since you’re hiding your true feelings and plastering a giant smile on your face to bring up the group morale. If they want someone to blame….they should blame Jimin. But no one would blame sweet, kind Jimin. Not you. Not even Hoseok. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Seulgi mutters while staring out the windows as the sceneries pass. She watches the bus’ shadow on the road and feels every bump of the wheels, the long vehicle shaking. “Oh c’mon, guys!” Jimin stands up in front and turns around, leaning forward on the seat to look at everyone. It’s a pleasant sight to see all his employees in their casual clothes and not the suffocating professional dress code. “It’s the firm’s tradition — the annual team-building-slash-workplace-retreat! It’s going to be so much fun!” There’s silence. No one seems impressed with the advertisement and you glance across the aisle to where Hoseok is sitting by himself, tapping on his phone, texting while glancing at his watch every so often. He doesn’t contribute to the conversation, preoccupied with work that he somehow prepared in advance during the bus ride. You’re sitting next to Jimin, having discussed the plans for the day. “I should’ve just skipped or called in sick,” Sunyi murmurs and there’s a hum of agreement that ripples through the group. “And I would’ve found out.” Jimin smiles happily and it’s creepy when it never quite reaches his crinkled eyes. Then, he sighs. “It’s just a hike! It’s a simple foot trail! And we have lunch for everyone!” “There’s no trail,” Namjoon suddenly pipes up and everyone, except Hoseok, turns around in their seats to gawk at the legal assistant. Jungkook’s eyes are wide. “What?” “I did research. We’re going up a mountain. It’s really intense. They say it’s for experienced hikers.” Namjoon says these things while his expression remains impassive, irises dead, looking out the window like he’s accepted his fate and there’s no way he can fight it. He is utterly hopeless. “It’ll take four hours to go up and four hours to go down. Eight hours of hiking.” “Dear lord.” Naul is wearing completely black sunglasses, so you aren’t able to read her expression. She leans her head back in the comfortable seat of the bus, maybe to take a nap and conserve her energy. Jimin bores his eyes at you for help. Part of you doesn’t want anything to do with this, but it’s also your job to boost office morale. So, you stand up, turning around to them. “It’s not that bad! Jimin and I looked into it and we don’t need to go up to the peak of the mountain. The view is already beautiful half-way up and there’s a sightseeing place with picnic tables where we can eat! It’s going to be great! Imagine going to bed tonight and being able to say you climbed a mountain!” Yoongi’s mouth twitches. “I want to go to bed tonight alive.” “Can’t exercise, Min?” Sunyi pesters him from across her aisle. He shifts to her. “Oh trust me, I burn enough calories every night, Lee.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” The female lawyer lifts her brow. And he merely smirks, the corner of his lips tugging. “You know exactly what I mean.” Without waiting or letting another word be spoken, you step in before it spirals into another set of complaints. That and Yoongi is on the borderline of sexual harassment and the last thing you need is to host a private seminar for him...again. Hence, you clear your throat loudly and catch their attention. “We’ll take plenty of breaks and play plenty of team-building games! You won’t even realize time is passing.” “I kind of need to pee,” Jungkook says. Everyone ignores him. “Good thing I decided to wear my hiking boots today.” Seokjin lifts his food much to Namjoon’s dismay who is sitting beside him and now has his friend’s dirty shoe in his lap. “It’s new.” “I doubt that,” Namjoon bites back even when Seokjin dramatically gasps. “How intense is this?!” Lisa whirls herself around in hysterics, asking Namjoon instead of you and Jimin, like she trusts the prepared paralegal more than the people who organized this event. She’s right. “I’m wearing sandals!” Inyoung is full of concern. “I only brought a thin jacket with me.” “I just got my hair done,” Seulgi adds to the mob of complaints. “My face is too handsome to be mauled by a bear or pack of wolves,” Jin says for no reason, somehow twisting people’s legitimate worries into a compliment for himself. Namjoon gives him an indignant look. “Everyone is fine in what they’re wearing!” Jimin attempts to placate his fellow employees, using his cheerful and kind aura to his advantage. “And no bears or wolves are going to maul anyone here.” For a moment, you wonder what the quiet bus driver thinks of all of this. “Wait,” Dahyun suddenly sits straight, head popping up from the seat in front of her that was blocking her face. “What if we get lost?” Namjoon turns and pushes up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Don’t worry, I read a survival guide once in high school.” “And that’s why you had no friends,” Seokjin adds on and Yoongi snickers. The rest ignore him, including Namjoon himself. “We would need to start a fire for help and secure a water supply.” At least it’s good to know who the leader would be if this little adventure turned to shit. You don’t think Hoseok and Jimin are very good in the wilderness, even if they’re spectacular in court and the judicial system. “And then a food supply,” Yoongi interjects. “We’ll have to start choosing who to eat. I vote Sunyi.” “Thanks, fucker.” The girl in question scoffs. “I vote Yoongi.” “Okay, realistically, we need to look at body fat contents so the rest of us can get the most calories out of it. The most bang for your buck. It would probably take three nights before we make our first sacrifice and roast them over the fire,” Namjoon announces like he’s thought about this for a long time and has an entire list of who to eat in a very specific order. “I believe Jungkook would be the best choice.” Jungkook’s doe eyes nearly fall out his sockets. “W-What?” “Do we just roast him or do we make them into a stew?” Seokjin genuinely asks. “This is disgusting!” Lisa screams before Namjoon can reply. Seulgi is equally appalled. “What’s wrong with you?!” “Okay!” Jimin tries to get control of the group. “Okay, okay!” “No one is going to eat anyone!” you shout loudly, throwing it out there for good measure like it wasn’t obvious in the first place. “Cannibalism is definitely against company policy! Right?” “Yes!” Jimin exclaims after exchanging a look with you since there really isn’t anything about cannibalism in the firm’s policy. Though it doesn’t take much effort to be on the same page. “You will get fired if you eat each other.” “I don’t think it would matter at that point if we keep our jobs or not,” Naul murmurs from the corner of her red lips and you still don’t know if her eyes are closed or not with her dark sunglasses. Frankly, you’re surprised she was listening to all this nonsense. Yoongi agrees. “It’s about survival.” “Hey, can someone pass the sunscreen?” Dahyun hands it over to Inyoung, interrupting the conversation with something more important. Yoongi nabs every opportunity he has and once again, leans over to bother the living daylights out of Sunyi. “Need me to apply some to your back?” “I will bite your fingers off,” she spits at him. “That’s hot.” “Y/N!” The lawyer raises her hand in the air, childishly tattling to you and in front of everyone else. Yoongi laughs heartily and you’ve never seen him more joyful. It’s kind of funny how he finds such bliss in simple things….which is bothering Sunyi to death. “I’d like to file an official harassment complaint immediately.” “Yoongi.” You use your authoritative voice. “Stop it.” “Got it,” he responds. Problem solved. “Cut it out, you two,” Jimin sighs and collects his composure again. He scans the premise and everyone’s faces. “Look everyone, whether you like it or not, we’re going on this hike. So, you can go grumbling with a frown or you can go with a smile. It’s up to you.” It’s finally quiet for a moment as if everyone is accepting the circumstances and how they got here. Except, Taehyung breaks the peaceful silence with a thought. “Is it bad I didn’t bring any water with me?” // It’s surprisingly quite nice outside. The weather is not too hot or cold, rather mild with a warm breeze that kisses against your cheeks every so often. There’s not many people at the base of the mountain and there’s somewhat of a dirt path to take. At least it’s not in the middle of nowhere where you’d actually have to eat Jungkook if things become dire enough. Even if something happened, there would be a rescue search. Probably. There’s a sign at the entrance, a cafe and gift shop off to the side, and two volunteers that give you a brochure on the history and landscape of the area. Everyone’s enjoying themselves for the first ten minutes before setting out, taking bathroom breaks (which Jungkook runs to) and bringing up their blood sugar by having snacks. In the meanwhile… “I’ll take that.” Jimin steals Hoseok’s phone right out of his grasps. “Wait. I’m almost done. I’m finishing a draft that I need to submit on Monday. I’m serious. Jimin!” It’s a bit odd to see the usually intimidating lawyer at a loss and trying to convince his partner, but you’re also aware of the rumours that Jimin can be much more frightening than Hoseok. “I’m going to lose my shit,” he warns in a low tone, out of earshot distance from everyone else. “What’s the name of our firm?” “Are you serious?” “Answer me.” “Jung and Park.” “Exactly.” Jimin looks proud and smiles. “It’s you and I. So we gotta both be part of this, alright? You are a partner of this firm, just as much as I am. Let me remind you of one very important quote...we’re all in this together.” “Please don’t break out into song,” Hoseok pleads. Jimin simply pockets his best friend’s mobile device in his own pocket. “It’s not like you’ll even have reception up there. Plus, you can always do this work later. And let’s be honest, you’ll never be done. There’s always work to do.” “Fine, fine.” He lifts his hands, palm facing forward for mercy. “I’ll be part of this.” “Good.” Jung Hoseok is left kicking pebbles underneath his feet, bored and quietly sulking. From a distance, you watch in amusement, finding it hilarious that the workaholic was ripped away from his work like a child was taken of their toy. His lips are downturned, slightly pouted, and you’re about to approach when suddenly the heavy cooler of sub sandwiches is taken from your hands. “Is this our lunch?” Jungkook asks with a curious look, holding the heavy object with one arm easily and swings it like it doesn’t weigh at least twenty five pounds. “Yeah.” You reach out to take it back. “No one’s allowed to eat them yet.” “Oh, I know.” The student lawyer stares at you blankly. “But it’s heavy, right?” And that’s when you realize that he’s carrying it to help you. He’s the only one who offered and he didn’t even need to be asked. You’re caught off guard by his thoughtfulness, but the boy doesn’t seem to think it’s a big deal. Instead, he glimpses at the other tote you’re carrying. “Is that our games?” “It is. Jimin was pretty adamant about bringing twister.” You decide to let him in on a little secret with a smile and shrug. “I have no idea why or how’d we even play.” “If we played twister on the mountain, Jin would probably fall off the cliff and die,” he jokes with a laugh. “I don’t think he has insurance coverage on that.” “Hey!” Seokjin turns around, having been bantering with Namjoon if the hat in front of the gift shop is ugly or not. It’s ugly. “Are you talking trash about me, son?!” “No!” He speaks up. You and Jungkook glance at each other, exchanging laughs and cheesy smiles. All in the while, none of you realize that Hoseok is glaring holes on the side of your head. // The workplace hiking retreat is Jimin’s special event. He takes the honours of leading the way and holding the map, making sure everyone is going in the right direction while hyping up the line of employees that are trailing after him. You’re left at the very back, making sure that no one (Yoongi) tries to book it in the opposite direction and run away — apparently he tried that one year. But Sunyi assures you she’s got tight reins on him and he’ll be walking all the way up, to which he scowled at and looked like he was about to bite the girl’s head off. Jungkook waits and walks with you. He decreases his usual large strides for you, slowing down to synchronize your shuffling steps together. You didn’t think you’d be talking to him this much since he always seemed shy with little to say. But here you are, chatting away like old friends and the two of you are unable to stop taking, hitting it off relatively well. “Taehyung might seem that way, but he’s a great mentor.” “That’s good.” Now that you think about it, Jungkook never gossips or complains about anyone. He always has something nice to say about each person and you can tell he means it with the sparkling of his big eyes. He gawks at Taehyung who���s ahead with admiration...though you’re not sure if he’s objectively a good role model. “I’m glad you’re not having a hard time.” “Sometimes it’s difficult. I think I’m still adjusting to the job and there’s a lot I don’t know.” His smooth voice drops down into a whisper. “But I do know that he’s saved me from getting fired by Hoseok a few times.” You giggle and within ten minutes, somehow the conversation that centered around the job and his current health state morphs to things that have nothing to do about the office. “I can’t believe you pour milk before your cereal. Who even are you?” “Well, I want a certain amount of milk in my bowl,” the younger male explains with wild gestures of his one hand, attempting to defend himself. “If I put cereal in it first, I’m not sure how much milk there actually is.” “You just eyeball it. It isn’t that difficult.” “No, trust me, it’s easier when you pour milk in the bowl first and then the cereal.” “I don’t even eat cereal.” Jeon Jungkook gasps out loud like you just offended twenty generations of his family. “What?!” “Okay.” You hold back several laughs. “Don’t sue me.” “I think I might have to.” He giggles as well, laughing at how ridiculous this debate is. But the student-at-law is persistent in nature and doesn’t back down. “How can you not like cereal? It’s the best breakfast food ever!” “It’s bland,” you counter. “What kind of cereal have you been eating?!” Jin’s dramatics must’ve infected him and you enjoy the theatrics of his arguments. The cool breeze whisks through your hair, the sunshine illuminating the surroundings of pine trees and the dirt path up the incline. But the pair of you don’t admire the sceneries or the premise when you’re busy looking at each other. “Have you ever tried the ones with dried fruit? Like there are cereals with dried strawberries in them.” “Oh yeah, I love that, but I always end up picking out the strawberries to eat them and then I’m just left with the frosted cereal left.” He shakes his head. “I should take you to this place I know. It’s a cereal restaurant. They have all kinds of cereal and all kinds of milk and it’s glorious.” “A cereal restaurant?” Your brows shoot up in skepticism. “Yeah!” he grins in enthusiasm. “Have you ever heard of it?” “No, I haven’t.” “It’s so good! I could take—” “Is there a water bottle in there, Kook?” There’s an interruption that doesn’t come from you nor Jungkook. You turn and Hoseok’s in front of you both, having stopped without the rest of the group realizing and going on ahead. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time, putting down the cooler and opening it. “Didn’t you bring your own?” you ask in surprise since it came out of nowhere. “I finished it.” “Already?!” An entire water bottle this earlier on? You wonder how thirsty he might’ve been or if he was dehydrated. The lawyer merely cocks his head to one side. “Is that a problem?” “Only if you have to pee later.” Jungkook hands him the new bottle and he uncaps it, taking another sip before sticking it in his black tracksuit jacket, somehow fitting the entire thing in the pocket. “Thanks.” Part of you expects him to be on his way, but for some reason Hoseok sticks around, on your other side and joins your walk. It’s not like you mind, but it seems like Jungkook is uncomfortable that his boss is right there and conversations of cereal-first-or-milk-first, pineapple-pizza-or-not, or if-it’s-okay-to-pee-in-the-shower, they all cease to exist. You clear your throat, glaring at Hoseok from the corner of your eye. It’s not everyday that you get to chat with Jungkook or get to know him better or get to the deeper concerns, and Hoseok was really ruining this for you. Yet, he remains undeterred. Maybe he’s oblivious to your signals or he’s straight out ignoring them. You’re not too sure. But for the next ten minutes, the three of you walk in complete silence. You use the opportunity to finally take in the nature. There are trees that stretch beyond the horizon, greenery and gaps of fields seen in your vision. The fresh scent of earth and grass heals your lungs from the metropolis’ pollution. It’s quite pleasant to be away from gas exhaust and the smog. When you’re away from the city, highways of cars and trucks, it’s quiet and peaceful. You can hear chickadee birds, rabbits hopping, buzzing of wildlife. Eventually, Jimin stops everyone at the first checkpoint. “Okay, gather up, everyone!” He secures his round, taupe hat that reminds you of an explorer. You suppose this is the most adventure Jimin ever gets when he’s away from the concrete jungle. “I hope the half-hour trip hasn’t been too brutal but it’s time for our first set of team building games!” “What is it?” Yoongi asks right off the bat to not waste any more time. “Trust falls!” Jimin announces with a half-moon smile. “On the edge of this cliff.” “.....” “I’m joking!” The lawyer is the only one who laughs. “We’re playing charades.” Dahyun raises her hand and he calls on her. “How is this supposed to contribute to team building?” “Fantastic question! It’s team building because you have to work together to answer correctly and you’re also reading body language which helps with everything. Y/N, sketchbook, please.” You immediately dig for the prepared sketchbook with words written inside of them and you hand it to the lawyer who nods in appreciation. He continues much to the chagrin of the others. “And now I will divide the entire group into two. Right...there. Yes, now pretend there’s an imaginary line. You guys are team one.” He turns towards your direction. “And you are team two. Team one goes first. One at a time, someone will face me and act it out and the rest of you face away from me and guess. No cheating. No speaking for the person acting. Ready?” You sit on the sidelines, Jimin having enough mercy to let you take a break. Jungkook was divided on team one and you watch the game go on as Hoseok stands beside you. “You know,” he speaks up, “Jungkook is like eight years younger than you.” “So?” You shift to him with a lifted eyebrow, suddenly annoyed with what he might or might not be implying. “What does that have to do with anything, Jung Hoseok? What are you trying to say?” “N-nothing. Never mind.” He looks away from you, sighing. “...I’m sorry.” In the background, Sunyi is flapping her arms wildly and Yoongi is throwing out guesses without letting anyone else guess, saying absurd things like ‘synchronized swimming’, ‘an idiot’, ‘someone sad with no love life’. She gets frustrated and screams at him, “I’M A BIRD!” Jimin docks a point for cheating. “What's the matter?” “Nothing.” “Well, there’s obviously something,” you persist while staring at Hoseok’s profile. He’s still sulking and you don’t understand what he’s trying to say. “Is it because Jimin took away your phone? I can get him to give it back to you. It isn’t that big of an issue.” “No.” A staggering exhale spills from the seams of his lips. “That’s not it. It’s nothing, okay?” You decide to back off his case. “Alright.” Seokjin is up for acting now and he makes a rectangle shape with his hands. Yoongi guesses ‘circle’ to add to his frustration and Sunyi physically shoves Yoongi to get him to stop. Jin pretends to put the rectangle shape on an imaginary wall and then he points to his eyebrows and then makes an ‘x’ shape with his arms. Everyone is stumped. He does it again. No answers. Seokjin stops his foot and cries out, “I want a new team!” The word is ‘Mona Lisa’. The game is probably the reverse of team building. It’s ripping friendships apart. But you can’t focus on watching when there’s a thick, smothering silence between you and the man standing beside you. No one lets a syllable slip or makes a sound. Your lips are sealed tight and you force yourself not to gawk at him. It’s terribly awkward, but you refuse to address it. “I’m not upset or mad or anything.” Hoseok is the first to step forward and you finally turn to him. “I never said anything.” “You get quiet when you think I’m angry.” “Psh.” The corner of your mouth pulls. “Who said?” “No one. I just noticed.” He gazes into your eyes and softens his own. The other employees are preoccupied in either participating or observing and laughing. Behind them, it’s just you and him, a bubble of privacy that is uninterrupted. “I’m sorry for being an asshole. Maybe it’s the outdoors affecting me…” “I doubt that.” You give a tiny laugh. “You love nature.” “Who said?” Now he’s the one asking and his expression remains blank, frowning slightly. “Uh...Jimin.” You nod. “He told me about it.” “Yeah, I’ve always wanted a house with a massive backyard. I would’ve set up the office in the woods if it were possible.” “Except, there are too many mosquitoes.” “Yup.” He gives one of the brightest smiles, rival to the sun itself. The atmosphere has returned back to normal, one where you feel like you’re able to joke around just a little bit with him. “That’s the only issue. The mosquitoes.” When team one is done, it’s time for your own team to go. Since you were the one who wrote all the words in the sketchbook, you don’t get to participate. You’re left holding the sketchbook, but you don’t mind too much when Namjoon is pointing straight up and doing jazz hands and stomping around and people are guessing sun and clouds, but never outer space. It’s especially hilarious to watch Hoseok reluctantly participate. He holds both his hands in tiny circle shapes and begins to thrust them back and forth towards his open mouth, interchanging his hands. Everyone pales and becomes horrified at the suggestive movements. On the other hand, Jimin bursts out laughing, so hard that his body folds in half and he’s clutching his stomach, unable to be a referee and you’re worried he might not watch where he’s going and fall off the cliff. The word is ‘flossing’. In the end, Hoseok is the one who gets most into the game. He’s screaming and pointing and howling when someone gets close, causing the team to be pressured to get it right. He also makes wild guesses, enthusiastically and eagerly like he’s a youthful twenty-year old again. “Alright guys! That was great. Team one has six points and team two is in the lead with ten! Next set of games, we’ll be mixing up the teams, so don’t get too comfortable.” Dahyun raises her hand and he calls on her. “But then how will you keep track of points?” “Fantastic question. I’ll wing it.” Before anyone can question him, he spins on his toes and begins pointing off into the distance, explaining where they’re heading and telling his employees to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Jungkook ends up getting wrangled in by Taehyung, joining the banter with him, Namjoon, and Inyoung. He’s still holding onto the cooler and instead, you’re accompanied by Hoseok who stays by your side. “What is that?” He peeks inside the tote you’re carrying. “Puzzles.” And at the expression he gives you, you give one in return that conveys ‘Jimin organized this, not me’. He ends up taking the bag, not to examine further, but to— Actually....you’re not sure why he takes it, but you don’t even think twice about it. All you know is that the muscles in your shoulder aren’t so tense anymore. As groups and clusters of employees are chatting and hiking, Naul who was talking to Jimin finally tugs down her black sunglasses and her jaw drops. “Oh my god.” They stop and the others skid to a halt before they bump into each other. You exchange expressions with Hoseok, not sure what’s going on before Lisa gasps, “It’s BTS.” “What?” “What?!” You look past the crowd to see another group heading straight down the mountain, parallel to you, marching in an orderly line with long sticks in their hands. They look like professional hikers with full on backpacks and hats and they’re all smiling at each other like there’s no other place they’d rather be. There’s a ripple of quiet that passes through the people that make Jung and Park. “Who’s BTS?” You lean over to Hoseok, whispering lowly. “Big. Top. Solicitors,” he tells you in a spiteful manner. “They’re one of the biggest firms in the city and they have multiple departments in all sorts of things. So, they deal with tax law, criminal, personal injury and...of course….family law. They’re our biggest competitors.” “Oh. I applied to work there. They even gave me an interview.” You remember and you quickly retract when Hoseok stares. “But they never called me back. A loss for them, right?” You can recall it well. Their office building was magnificent and seemed straight of what you would expect in a high-budget television show. If you were nervous for the interview at Jung and Park, you were swimming in your sweat for the interview at BTS. In that way, you’re glad you never got a call back. You’re sure you would have never felt comfortable at that job. By the time Hoseok is finished explaining and your little anecdote is given, they’ve closed the gap and realized who it was that faced them. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Jung and Park.” “What are you doing here, Jackson?” Jimin has a standoff with the partner of the opposing firm. It reminds you of a gun showdown from back in the day when two big names were on the same turf and fought to become dominant. “We’re having an extended weekend for our employees,” he says with a smirk. The man is handsome and you wonder how he can climb an entire mountain and look like that. Even his jacket is crisp. If he was wearing a fitted, black suit, you’re sure Lisa who’s purposely looking away at the moment would piss herself, you included. “You’re only starting now? Guess you were trying to avoid that afternoon sun, huh?” The condescending tone has Jimin’s eyes narrowing. “Why does it matter to you?” “It doesn’t.” The male rolls his shoulders and the employees behind him seem to be staring daggers into your soul. “It’s just that we started at six in the morning and we made it all the way up to the peak. We even walked through lunch and now I’m treating everyone to an Italian restaurant. It’s nothing. But it’s pretty cute that you’re doing this too.” “That’s actually really nice that you’re treating your employees.” Jimin smiles and it never quite reaches his eyes. “You must be pretty comfortable even after losing the Yoo case.” A muscle in Jackson’s cheek twitches and had you not been staring, you might’ve missed it. “Don’t worry, we’re still comfortable. Unlike you, losing one case won’t hurt us. We have plenty more cases to work on.” Satisfied, he brushes past him and walks down. It reminds you of petty high school movies where the crowd of popular kids would make fun of the underdogs. It’s a bit funny to see grown adults acting in such childish manners, but you don’t say anything. Instead, Jackson stops and turns to Hoseok once before going on his way. “You might have to pick up the pace, Jung. If you want to make it there before the sun goes down.” “See you in court on Tuesday, Wang.” When they’ve followed the curve of the mountain and disappear from sight, everyone is on their way again. But the steps seem slower, shuffling more against the gravel. Inyoung is the first to begin speaking again. “Did they really make it up and down in seven hours?” “Only regular hikers make that amount of time.” Namjoon makes an objective statement, disregarding his own bias. “It’s pretty impressive.” “Nothing’s impressive about them,” Sunyi mutters and it’s loud and clear. “I’d rather work for a smaller firm that actually cares about me than a larger firm who thinks I’m just one of their chess pieces.” Taehyung lifts his head, having watched the dirt. “Did we never hear what happened to Wang Kwangsoo? Did he even go to court?” “No, the lawsuit got buried and then he retired. He’s probably at some vacation villa right now living it up.” Yoongi remains impassive, but you can see the irritation in his expression, and a few others scoff when they’re reminded. “No one knows what happened to the victims, if they were paid or if something happened to them.” Inyoung shakes her head. “That’s…” “Disgusting,” Naul finishes. “It’s not like we can prosecute him,” Hoseok says bleakley, but you know it’s from good intention. There's no point of being furious or having your blood pressure spike for someone who doesn’t deserve it in the least bit. “Take your anger and use it on cases where we can actually win. That’s the least we can do.” “Yeah.” Sunyi nods in agreement and there’s a moment of silence before her voice continues in a hesitant murmur. “You know…..he might be a piece of shit…..but his son is really something else.” “Right?!” Lisa whirls her head over. “That boy is one fine feast.” “Oh my god.” Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Are you guys serious? Look at me! I’m much more handsome than Jackson.” “I heard he’s running the firm a lot differently than his dad,” Seulgi pipes up and everyone else ignores Seokjin’s woes. “Like they recently had a huge purge and a bunch of people that were working under his dad got fired. He’s remodeling the entire hierarchy.” “Don’t let appearances deceive you,” Naul warns. “We never know what’s really going on. But….I agree. He seems a lot better than his disgusting father. Again, we’re comparing him at a very low bar here.” Even with Naul pointing out that the standard is low, Lisa sighs wistfully. “Kind, rich, handsome. A dream, right?” “And they hiked like professionals.” Namjoon’s still hung up on it much to the dismay and surprise of others. Jin lifts an eyebrow. “Who cares?” “They beat the estimated time!” He stresses with wild gestures. “It’s really impressive, you just don’t understand. They made it all the way up and down. Only real hikers that go on the regular can do that.” Throughout the entire conversation, Jimin remains unusually quiet. You’re about to pick up the pace to meet him and check to see if he’s okay. But then he turns around and stops. Dahyun asks if this was the second checkpoint and you find it odd that he would stop to do an activity in the middle of the dirt road like this. “Good question like always, Dahyun. Yes, this is our next activity.” You’re about the pull out the puzzles— “Everyone take a look at who you’re standing closest to. That’s going to be your buddy.” You glance beside you and Hoseok’s staring right at you. Everyone quickly links up. Dahyun with Lisa, Sunyi and Yoongi glaring holes into each other’s skulls, Jin and Namjoon naturally beside one another, Taehyung that throws his arm around Jungkook’s, and Naul that joins up with Inyoung. Jimin grins. “From now on, this is a race. First pair up the mountain wins.” “Wait.” Lisa freezes. “What?!” You’re as shocked as the receptionist is and you step up with a frown. “Jimin, this isn’t a part of—” “It is now!” There’s a competitive fire that ignites behind his brown irises. Ideas of cooperation and team building have been thrown out the window. Jackson must’ve gotten to him. “Don’t you want to beat the record? I know we can do it!” There’s an automatic sea of complaints, people threatening to just turn around and go home while others consider just sitting on the side of the road until someone comes to their rescue. “That’s too far!” Sunyi points out one of the handful of problems. “Fine! We’ll race to the halfway point and stop for lunch!” Jimin quickly spits it out before there are more protests, and then he scrambles for additional incentives. “First one up to the halfway point gets two more vacation days and a thousand dollar bonus.” “What?” Jin’s jaw goes slack. Taehyung’s already grinning. “What?!” Hoseok throws it out there— “I didn’t agree to this!” “Don’t worry,” Jimin reassures his partner. “I’m going to win and no one will get it. Ready, set, go!” It’s completely spontaneous and chaos breaks loose. Jimin grabs Seulgi, the closest person to him and who’s automatically his buddy, and she screams when he begins sprinting up the steep incline of the mountain. “Let’s go, Jeon!” Taehyung also begins running after a few beats and Jungkook’s doe eyes are large in surprise, but when his legs begin to run, he beats his mentor in sheer speed while he’s miraculously still holding onto the cooler. You wonder if he did track and field back in the day or was a competitor for some kind of Olympic game. “I need that bonus!” Naul dashes off as well and Inyoung struggles. Lisa abandons her friends to book it in her thin sandals while hollering something about those vacation days. “Namjoon!” Seokjin yells behind his shoulder. “Move your slow ass!” Yoongi and Sunyi put away their rivalry for a moment, the most serious and cooperative you’ve ever seen from both of them. They whip their bodies through the air without saying more than a word to each other and after a while, Yoongi snatches Sunyi’s hand, helping her run faster or launching her forward, you’re not too sure. All you know is that you’re soon left in the dust. This is the most enthusiastic you’ve seen everyone all day. You can’t help but smile, even if it’s all a bit ridiculous and the plans have been spoiled. It’s kind of nice to see everyone so involved and eager to make it. Maybe you and Jimin should’ve thought about incentives, aside from lunch, from the beginning. “Are we going to run?” You turn to Hoseok who is stuck in his spot like a statue with his mouth wide open, wholly stunned at Jimin’s antics. “....no one’s supposed to get a thousand dollars, right?” “You’re right.” And that’s how the both of you begin jogging. It’s a steady speed, but it’s your strategy to win. Running out of energy is the last thing you want, so you try your best to maintain a stable speed. Once in a while, you can hear Hoseok swearing underneath his breath and you have to repress some laughter. Higher, higher, higher. On your way up, you run into Seokjin and Namjoon who are slugging along, dragging their heavy legs. They bicker about why the other person can’t keep running, yet each is out of breath and out of shape. You also find Inyoung and Dahyun who have been abandoned by their partners and are walking together. Eventually, after twenty minutes of jogging and passing by Lisa and Naul as well, Hoseok and you decide to take a break. Well...more like your lungs were dying and you were gasping for breath and something internally in your intestines wasn’t feeling well and Hoseok took one glimpse at you and stopped. “I can’t believe he did this,” Hoseok sits on the ground, leaning back and tipping back his head to let the uncapped water bottle bring a cool stream to his lips. His jawline is sharp, sweat dripping off his black hair and you wonder how the hell it’s so unfair he looks this good drinking water. But you quickly shake the thought away, trying to chug your own water bottle and replenish your system. “We still have three more pairs to beat.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Jimin and Seulgi, Sunyi and Yoongi, and Taehyung and Jungkook.” And it astonishes you that Jungkook is still carrying the entire cooler with him while sprinting like Usain Bolt. What kind of monster was he? Hoseok grins, letting out an exasperated ‘yeah’ while nodding tiredly. He runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back and out of his eyes. “If he doesn’t win, I’m going to have some serious problems.” After another moment, finally rehydrated and rested, you tear your eyes away from the vivid azure shade of the sky towards him. “Ready to go again?” “Ready if you are.” He smiles and you help him to his feet, letting go of his hand just as quickly. “We can walk for a bit to build that energy up again before we start jogging.” “Sounds good.” You’re thankful since you don’t know if you can keep up with him. “It’s been a long time since I exercised like this,” he muses while your steps naturally sync together. “Same here.” You peek at the lawyer. “Are you okay though?” “I’m fine.” He meets your eyes. “Why?” “You’re afraid of heights, right?” From the distance, the once large pine trees appear more like broccoli and you’re getting closer and closer to the clouds. Luckily, the breeze is cool and the sun isn’t beating down on you like earlier. But as pretty as the scenery and how pleasant the weather is, it’s still a far way down. Off the dirt and stones you’re walking on is a steep drop. You’re certain the sharp rocks would puncture your body like a sword if you fell. “Yeah,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “I am.” You can’t help but tease him further. “You’re also afraid of spiders, ants, ladybugs, moths, any kind of bug really, and roller coasters and snakes—” “Okay, that’s enough.” He playfully glares at you, lips pouty and cute. “It’s okay.” You comfort him and fail to hide your wide smile. “No one has to know you’re a scaredy cat. Your secret is safe with me.” “I am not a scaredy cat.” Hoseok grins, lips sort of mimicking a heart shape, his presence radiant like the sunshine itself. “I’m the bravest.” Suddenly, a sickening wave overcomes your body. “OH MY GOD!” A blood-curdling shriek rips from your throat and you point in the distance, at a loss for words. “WHAT?” And you laugh like crazy when he actually physically jumps and turns around. Jung Hoseok shifts back around to you, absolutely unimpressed with your little prank. “Don’t do that! I’m serious!” “I didn’t know you would fall for it!” “I will sue you for causing me mental trauma and distress.” “Go ahead,” you egg him on. “It’s not like I have money to give you monetary compensation.” You’re still giggling, tears accumulating in your eyes and choking out the remaining giggles. Your face aches from smiling so much and you most certainly don’t pay attention when the terrain becomes rockier, less dirt and more of tiny pebbles. All at once, your left foot loses traction. You feel your body slipping forward without permission, knees buckling, as if you’re on ice, ready to tumble and roll off the edge. But at the speed of light, Hoseok grabs your arm, stabilizing you and saving you from death. You look up at him, laughter dying off your lips. He’s held you tight, but still gentle like he’s afraid of squeezing too hard. And the man gazes into your eyes. “Watch where you’re going, stupid,” he murmurs after a moment of complete silence. “Stupid?” You’re baffled, unable to help the pout that takes over your face. Hoseok lets go of you and you both resume walking. He ganders off at the scenery and the breeze cards through his locks, stands of dark hair moving past his brows. You can’t resist tearing your eyes away to anything else but him. The way he persists, the way he helped you without a moment’s breath, like it was a reflex, like it’s so entirely casual for him to react that way. Why— Your thoughts are interrupted when Hoseok suddenly lurches forward. His shoe is caught on a stick and he nearly eats a mouthful of dirt. But his arms flail like a tightrope walker and he stumbles forward four steps, miraculously catching balance. You laugh loudly. So much for being a hero. Hoseok immediately turns to you, embarrassed and cheeks burning red when he was trying so hard to look cool. You grin, reaching down and taking his hand. Your fingertips brushing lightly on his until he uncurls them and lets you slip your hand into his. There’s no reason, only because… “It’s safer. Wouldn’t want you to take a fall and be injured. I don’t think Jung and Park can run without you.” He grumbles, but the man walks closer to you. “You’d become a murder suspect.” You scoff. “No, I’d be a witness.” “Not with the evidence stacked up against you like this. They’d think you pushed me.” “Keep it up and I’ll actually push you,” you threaten him and he laughs with another one of those massive grins. Both your palms are clasped together, his down-facing and yours up. The heat of his palm presses on yours, arms moving together as you continue the upward trek. You hope he can’t feel how nervous you are or how you’ve become hyper-conscious of his presence. But it’s odd. Behind innocent anxiousness, there’s a fuzzy feeling that you haven’t experienced for years now. It makes you feel at peace and panicked at the same time. But the way you hold his hand seeks and gives comfort. “Then I’ll take you down with me.” Hoseok holds your hand tightly and even gives it a squeeze. You wonder if it’s a mistake to want this to last forever.
#bts fanfic#hoseok fanfic#jhope fanfic#j-hope fanfic#bts scenario#BTS JUNG HOSEOK who is told to go take a hike - literally#and OC who is exasperated with Jimin's antics
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14x20: Moriah
The Road So Far:
How is Team Free Will 2.0 ever going to beat Michael, the Big Bad of the season?
Now:
We open right where we left off last week. Jack escaped the Ma’lak box by blowing it to smithereens, and took most of the bunker’s storage room with it. “You lied to me.” And then he blasts Team Free Will before flapping off.
The guys assess the damage and discuss Jack. And by discuss, I mean Dean and Cas continue to fight about their differing parenting choices. Dean wants to kill their son; Cas wants to save their son. Quite frankly, it’s obvious their therapist is done with it all. And by therapist, I mean Sam. #prayforSam. (I particularly liked the last bit of the fight when Dean had to walk closer to Cas then he already was, and Cas had to clip Dean’s shoulder as he walked away.)
Sam and Dean continue to discuss the plan for Jack. Dean insists they have to find him and “do the hard thing.” They have to kill him. Sam is visibly upset by the prospect.
Jack, meanwhile, is wandering around a city, listening to people lie to everyone around them. I particularly liked the lines that were filler for the lines that we were supposed to pay attention to:
“You should have seen it. I caught a steelhead this big.”
“I saw ‘em at Coachella last year!”
“That’s not porn. I don’t know what that was.”
Jack flashes his gold eyes and commands everyone to stop lying. This is going to solve all the world’s problems! (Sidenote: I liked this post by @eveiswaywardaf)
Sam and Dean pull up to a company called Mirror Universe. Ahem. Sam’s on the phone with Rowena (oooOOOOooo) --she’s in on their little plan.
The brothers head inside to hopefully use the company’s facial recognition program to locate Jack.
Dean calls the whole room nerds, but Sam calls him out on that bit of hypocrisy. DEAN WATCHES JEOPARDY!, guys! (ofc, he does.) Dean tries flashing his FBI badge at the receptionist, but instead of giving a fake name and reason for being there, he spills the truth.
Oh, it seems Jack’s truth command works on everyone everywhere. Dean tests the situation by asking Sam who his favorite singer is and Sam responds, “Celine Dion.” Oh Sam, Vince Vincente (and Balthazar) are very disappointed in you right now. Dean tells Sam that they can’t lie.
Then, all hell breaks loose in the company. I mean, what show are we even watching? (iloveitwithallmyheartandamnotsurewhatiamgoingtodowithoutit) The brothers escape to an empty room. There’s a TV broadcasting the news that the president spilled his tax history, deep ties to Russia and North Korea, and a “demon deal” with Crowley. Out of context, this might be my favorite part of the episode. I mean, the absolute shade! I can’t think of another show I watch doing this --especially one with a conservative audience like we know Supernatural has. In any event, the brothers quickly put it together that Jack’s behind it all.
And then we’re gifted with my favorite part in context (if that’s possible):
THE STAPLER QUEEN!
Cut to Cas in the alley trying to get access to Hell. The demon monitoring the door won’t let him him. Blerg.
For I’m Going to Hell Science:
But Chuck shows up! Uh-oh. He says he’s here because Cas called him, and “him.” Jack’s a problem.
Jack shows up at his grandmother’s place.
The poor lost cause wants to talk about Kelly. (bby boy, you’re so creepy rn.) She’s visibly upset and tells him that they made phone calls and no one knows who he is, and that others think that Kelly is dead. “What did you do to my daughter?!” Agh, her screaming makes Jack get angry and he demands that she stop (so much like his other grandmother...AUGH). The next shot we see is Jack fleeing from the house. Oh dear.
Meanwhile, Dean’s living his best life NOT lying and talking about the parenting blog he follows. MY HEART. Cas and Chuck show up. Dean wants to know where he’s been. “It’s a funny story. Reminds me of a song.” And the Chuck proceeds to pull up a guitar, which Dean promptly smashes to bits and pieces.
He shouts at Chuck to answer him, and with equal force Chuck responds, “Don’t!” Ugh, I think Dean just remembered he’s not just dealing with cuddly, affable, nebbish Chuck here. He’s dealing with God. To lessen the tension, Chuck snaps them all back to the bunker.
That doesn’t stop the questions that Sam, Dean, and Cas have though. Chuck admits to being around, but he’s hands off. If they want to <insert bad event> that’s on them. He only needs to step in when there’s an Apocalypse.
He stops the truth tellings and sets all the world back to order. Sam wants to know if Chuck can stop Jack. He tells them not exactly, but they can with a special gun. He just made it and hasn’t named it yet, but is leaning on “The Equalizer” or “The Hammurabi”. It’s a gun that sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link. So shooter and shootee get the same treatment with this gun. Cas asks why he can’t just fix Jack’s soul. “Souls are complicated, even for me.” Dean says that this is it. Cas utters Team Free Will’s motto: There has to be another way. Dean doesn’t think so, and tells Cas to “get on board or walk away.” Cas walks away. (Spoiler: DID Y’ALL SEE CHUCK’S LITTLE SMILE AT THAT!?!)
Jack walks the streets replaying his conversation with his grandma. He’s troubled…
So is Dean! He’s tucked himself away in a corner of his bedroom, steadily working through a stash of liquor. He sits Sam down for a special talk. No, it’s not about how two people can still love each other very much, but need to be apart for a while. (#DeanCasBreakup) Dean is, of course, ready to kill himself to take care of the “Jack problem.” Dean. Bean.
Sam refreshingly calls him on his self-sacrificing bullshit.
“We always have a choice,” Sam tells him. He admits to Dean that he’s angry about their mom and a part of him does want Jack dead as well. But they have a responsibility to try to save Jack first. Jack lost his soul to save the Winchesters. Furthermore, he’s FAMILY. “You want my permission?” Sam asks. “You want me to say I’m cool with losing him and losing you all at once? ‘Cause I can’t do that.” GOD, SAM I LOVE YOU. This was the best, most emotional, most needed speech.
Cas continues his desperate search for Jack, heading to the cemetery where Kelly is buried. Jack isn’t there.
But Jack flaps in. He’s been looking for Cas! Castiel, that beautiful, majestic raven, pulls Jack in for a big hug.
Back at the bunker, Chuck’s a giant dork, playing with an AU archangel blade. Sam asks how many AUs exist. Chuck’s not sure, but we do learn about:
Reverse
No yellow
All squirrels (Thanks @consulting-cannibal for your contribution to the world’s cumulative joy)
At the cemetery, Jack talks through his failures with Cas. The lying experiment? Huge fail. Coffee and love with the Klines? Catastrophic strike-out. Grandma Kline accused Jack of killing Kelly, and Jack says that he did, just by being born. UGH that is a terrible guilt to lay on a child, soul or not. (Of course, she didn’t know…) Anyway, Cas is a good dad and talks about Jack’s experiences with him. Jack used to hate himself for Kelly’s death, but the feelings are gone. We also learn that Grandma Kline survived her interaction with Jack. Phew!
Sam asks Chuck an ultra-mega-pertinent question: is their world just another throw-away experiment? Chuck insists that this world is the best and he LOVES following the adventures of Sam and Dean. Sam gets pissed off at the idea of Chuck just watching them suffer through terrible near-ends. “You’re my favorite show,” Chuck says with a little side smile.
Sam demands an answer for why all these world-saving burdens have to fall on them, but Chuck offers up the “non-interference” answer. Anyway, he’s not here to argue cosmic ethics with Sam. It’s time to address the Jack problem. Sam finally asks where Jack is, and Chuck reveals that he’s already told Dean. Dean has left the bunker, gun in hand. Y I K E S.
At the cemetery, Jack and Cas talk.
For Beautiful Feelings Science:
Jack is desperate to do the right thing, but he doesn’t have a soul to guide him anymore. Oh, Jack. Cas will be your Jiminy Cricket! Jack WANTS to love. He wants to feel. But he can’t. “You can’t yet,” Cas tells him. They need to go hide somewhere in the world until Jack gets better.
Enter Dean with his metaphorical gun. Cas stands between Dean and Jack and EMOTIONS ARE HAPPENING PEOPLE. Jack refuses to run. He knocks Castiel away and faces Dean, knowing why Dean is there. Jack kneels. He’s ready. And I’m getting tears in my eyes. Because Dean looks at Jack. He REALLY looks at him while Cas and Sam watch the story unfold.
This metaphorical gun, while almost a joke because of its obvious symbolism, is actually perfect. This death would tear into Dean’s soul just as much as it tears into his body. And when Jack tells Dean that he knows he’s a monster just like Dean’s been saying all along, Dean looks at Jack and sees……...
Sam, meanwhile, has been joined by Chuck who is having the time of his life. Drama! Yes. Despair! Yes. Terrible soul-killing sacrifice! Mmmhmm good. Chuck watches Dean while Sam watches Chuck with growing horror. “Are you enjoying this?” Sam asks and Chuck shushes him like he’s in a freaking movie theater.
Dean cocks the weapon, grits his teeth. Finger tenses. He looks at Jack. And he LOWERS THE GUN. And here, I’m going to take a little crying break. This moment means so much to me.
Dean tosses the weapon aside. Chuck springs to life and orders Dean to pick the gun back up. “This isn’t how the story is supposed to end.” And HERE is where Chuck flips from adorable weird bunny to, idk, red-eyed god-bunny of doom.
The gravitas dies. Chuck goes on a rant about wanting to watch the father-killing-his-son storyline. The epic man paaaaaaain! Sam tells Dean that Chuck’s been playing them for fools. Playing WITH them like they’re game pieces.
“Our entire lives. Mom, Dad, everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because, what? Because we’re your favorite show? Because we’re part of your story?!”
Chuck tells Dean that if he picks up the gun and kills Jack (and himself) that he’ll bring Mary back. Dean confesses that his mom is his hero (cries) and he misses her (cries more) but she would not want this (cries the most).
“Why the games, Chuck?” Dean demands. The Winchesters unite in outrage. “When does it end?” Sam asks.
Chuck snaps his fingers and SMITES Jack. It isn’t fast, or painless. Cas tries to help him while Jack screams. Meanwhile, Sam picks up the metaphorical gun and shoots Chuck. NOOOOO SAAAAAAM!
(Okay, but the metaphorical gun symbolized Dean’s self-destruction but for Sam, it symbolizes how he fights to protect the people he loves. SAM you have come into your own this season. Truly. I am so proud.)
Sam only shoots Chuck in the shoulder and, as Chuck advertised, gets a wound in his shoulder as well. (At least he won’t have to dig out a bullet?) Pissed off now, Chuck throws a cosmic tantrum. “Story’s over,” Chuck says. “Welcome to The End.”
The sky goes dark. Jack’s dead, wing burns scorching the ground.
Sam’s still injured as they gather around Jack. We fall into a camera spiral, dipping down into Jack’s burned out eye socket (ew?) to the tune of Motorhead’s “God was never on your side.”Jack wakes in the Empty and looks around.
The Shadow greets him and draws a smile on their face. (What Would Mister Rogers Do?)
Billie greets him!!!!!!! “We should talk,” she says. Suddenly, all my crops are watered and my skin has cleared!
Down on the world, shit goes down in the cemetery. As an epic score screams about God’s betrayal, the dead claw themselves from the earth.
The woman in white appears. Gacy resurfaces. Bloody Mary rides again. These souls are all back, despite all the work and the death and loss…
It’s The End, and Team Free Will stand together as the dead converge on them. The camera cuts away and we lose sight of them in the pressing of the zombie horde.
I AM SO EXCITED. What a damn gloriously operatic note to linger on for…months.
D: h o l d m e
Quotes Lie:
Dad, none of this woulda happened without you.
You should never have tried to lock him away!
We’re gonna have to do the hard thing. We’re gonna have to do the ugly thing. It’s not like it’s the first time, right?
I’m Dean Winchester. I’m looking for the Devil’s son. This badge is fake.
“Hey I slept with your wife.” “I know. I’m kinda into it.”
And I saw Springsteen on Broadway, man’s a genius.
You want to go up against the British Men of Letter? Little weak, but ok.
Souls are complicated, even for me.
I’ve already lost too much.
What are you?!!
No offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy.
This isn’t just a story. IT’S OUR LIVES.
Writers lie.
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