#only tagging as “sans” for organization

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Bill, it seems like whatever encouragment you gave to Cross didn't do anything good, so i'm guessing it hasn't in the past either. Who else besides Cross have you encouraged, and do you regret it???

TW/CW: Flashy Imagery/Glitches & Fake Blood (it's not everywhere but still just in case) (feel free to skip this post if these trigger you)

MAIN: @inkyu

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[shatteredsimp]

I love bringing up my special interest whenever I can SO- welcome to my business class!

My teacher has been super lenient on what we make out of the stuff as long as we put in the effort.

I made Idol Killer sans a whole fake band

NOT REAL NUMBERS OR PLACES OR ANYTHING...

Art belongs to > @zucchiyeni + @xnzlian

Creator of Idol!Killer > @zucchiyeni

This was so fun to do 👀

[zarvasace]

Description and a bit more info under the cut. 

A series of green, blue, and red graphics using a nice sans serif font and a Zelda display serif font with white and gold as accents. 

First picture. 2024 Linked Universe Fandom AO3 Wrapped, presented by Mina, @zarvasace. (That's me!) 

As a fandom, we wrote 2,273 fics in 2024

That's over 6 a day every day this year! 

In smaller text below: Counting only fics tagged with “Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda)” on AO3. Counting all fics last updated from Jan 1, 2024 to Dec 31, 2024. Data pulled by hand on Jan 1, 2024 at ~2:00 AM GMT-7. 

Next picture. Our favorite tags this year were:

1, Hurt/Comfort with 432 tags

2, Fluff with 352 tags

3, Angst with 335 tags 

4, Not Beta Read with 260 tags. Here there is also a brief exchange in two handwriting styles. One arrow points to this tag with the remark, “perfectionists, much?” Another cursive hand replies “Be nice.” to which the first says, “no”

5, Legend-centric with 251 tags

At the bottom of this image is a piece of parchment. The scratchier handwriting says, “Ha, I'm the favorite. Take that.” and the curlier handwriting replies “Not so fast, Ledge… we aren't done yet.”

Next picture. Favorite tags continued:

6, Blood and Injury with 230 tags

7, Wild-centric with 204 tags 

8, Whump with 215 tags 

9, Emotional Hurt/Comfort with 181 tags

10, Good Older Sibling Warriors with 163 tags. Legend's handwriting says “Din give me strength—” to that. 

Section break, and a bit more: An average of 7.46% fics every month were tagged Whump. Except October, which saw a spike to 29.5%.

Next picture. Our favorite Links. This info is presented in a table, with names on the left and number of tags on the right, organized from most to least. 

Warriors, 1408 (his handwriting says: HA!! I won something!)

Legend, 1398 (his handwriting says: BY TEN.)

Twilight, 1371

Time, 1323

Wild, 1217

Hyrule, 1151

Wind, 1143

Sky, 1137

Four, 1027

At the bottom is another piece of parchment. Legend says: “JUST TEN.” Warriors says: “Jealous?” Legend replies: “I don't know if being the favorite is a good thing.”

Next picture. Our favorite secondary characters were Malon (176 tags) and Racio (160 tags)

Section break. and the most popular pairings were Malon/Time (161 tags), Legend/Racio (89 tags*), Sky/Sun (66 tags).

At the bottom is the asterisk footnote: it's no secret that our fandom tags are a little wonky sometimes. This number adds together the works tagged “Legend (Linked Universe)/Ravio” and “Link/Ravio” where the work was also tagged “Linked Universe,” assuming that people would only tag one. 

Next picture. 2024’s longest fic was: This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja (linked below). 

Editor’s note: linked here!

With a total of 312,547 words. That's almost 971 a day! 

Began July 14, 2023, Finished May 30, 2024. 

Screenshot of the tag summary from AO3, showing a Mature rating, Gen, an archive warning, and complete. 

Significant tags: Time Travel, the Chain as Family, Time Loop, Multiversal Time Travel, Temporal War Crimes, Chain Meets Chain, Chronically Ill Sky, Four Splits Into the Colors, Fairy Hyrule, Hyrule Has a Blood Curse. 

At the bottom, Legend’s writing says: “That sounds like a lot of time travel…”

Next four pictures are a set titled Fandom Trends by month. Each month has, in order, a Popular Link, Popular Duos, Popular Genre, and Unique Tags, along with occasional handwritten commentary. 

January: Twilight. Twilight & Wild. Hurt/Comfort. Crack, Soft Legend. Commentary: Warriors says “aww.” and Legend responds “I'm going to poison your milk.” 

February: Warriors. Twilight & Wild, Twilight & Warriors, Legend & Warriors. Angst. Febuwhump 2024. 

March: Twilight. Twilight & Wild, Time & Twilight. Fluff. One Shot, Linked Universe Discord Server’s 5th Birthday Gift Exchange.

April: Legend. Twilight & Wild, Twilight and Warriors. (Commentary from Legend: “wow Twi”) Fluff. Humor, Canon-Typical Violence.

May: Twilight, Warriors. Hyrule & Legend, Twilight & Wild. (Commentary from Legend, circling Hyrule’s name: “Finally some good taste.”) Fluff. Other Additional Tags to be Added. 

June: Twilight. Twilight & Wild, Time & Warriors. Hurt/Comfort. June of Doom 2024, Sky-centric, Twilight-centric. (Commentary from Warriors: “Wait, doom?! Oh, there's Sky”)

Editor's note: congratulations to @somer-writes who singlehandedly got June of Doom in the top 10 tags of June. :)

July: Warriors. Hyrule & Legend, Time & Twilight. Hurt/Comfort. Twilight-centric. (Commentary from Legend: “leave some for the rest of us”)

August: Legend. Hyrule & Legend, Legend & Warriors, Time & Twilight. Hurt/Comfort. Crack, Fluff and Angst. (Commentary from Warriors: “I'm concerned.”)

September: Legend. Time & Twilight, Twilight & Wild. Hurt/Comfort. Sicktember 2024, Legend Has a Bad Time. (Commentary from Legend: “Excuse me?!” Warriors says: “I suppose your immune system is awful now.” Legend responds with: “ha ha.”)

October: Warriors. Time & Twilight, Time & Warriors. Hurt/Comfort. Whumptober 2024, Warriors Has a Bad Time. (Commentary from Warriors: “oh no…” To which Legend responds: “HAHAHAHAH”) 

November: Warriors. Time & Warriors, Hyrule & Legend. Fluff. Crack, Good Older Sibling Warriors.

December: Legend. Hyrule & Legend, Twilight & Wild, Warriors & Wind. Hurt/Comfort. Families of Choice. 

Parchment at the bottom has Warriors saying, “That's a nice note to end on.” Legend responds, “Not so bad I guess.” 

Thanks for coming along with me on this fun stats journey! It's been a privilege to add to this fandom. 

I thought about adding a section for ratings or prevalence of Gen fics, but I think you can guess that we’re a Gen- and Teen-heavy fandom. You can see my raw data and some more charts over on the Google sheet right at this link. Ha, link. :) 

[deldaydreams]

Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 5

İntro, Part 0.5 , Part1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , part 4 , part 6

Warnings: yandere stuff, my not too good English, mentions of death , fighting stuff, too long?..

Tags: @hrhqueenfox , @hasty-desert , @oceanside-pixie , @lianreine , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @cecilebutcher , @ayachansan , @roseapov , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @wonderlandcrown , @nightw-izhu , @moonlight-nightwing , @lorkai , @lucid-stories , @morokumi, @lloyura , @juliechi , @noemiaaomi , @eternal-ways @stingywiththeirusername , @00hellohello00 , @bougrell , @akumo-shioki , @beutifulthingsiadore, @kchan3s , @aryuunachigiri , @literallyangy , @sxftiebee

The sound of hard and fast footsteps echoed in the hallway. You suddenly opened the wooden door. The dark-skinned man sitting in the room was startled by your sudden opening of the door. However, he grinned when he saw that it was you who entered.

“Oh my little imp~ what wind brought you here?”

He opened his arms affectionately. However, you did not answer. You closed the circuit breaker of the room. Then you drew the curtains.

“Uh Y/n?”

After looking around for a while, you sat on the chair across from him.

“Please give me your phone.” You said coldly.

“Uh Y/n, you are acting really weird right now-“

You cut him off.

“Please give me your phone and any recording device you have, otherwise I am not responsible for what happens Sam-san.”

He gave you his phone in confusion. After closing up his phone , you threw the file in your hand on the table between the two of you.

“This?”

“I will be frank. We both know you sent this, Sam-san. The seal gives you away, I think you used it. To get me to come to you. Explain. Is what it says here true?”

The dark skinned man grinned. He leaned back in his chair.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

You pulled a check from your pocket and placed it on the table.

“Talk.”

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw the check.

“Oh, they really pay you well, huh? Okay, let’s talk then. Yes, I sent it and you know I do my job well, everything it says there is true.”

You clenched your teeth . You tensed up because you heard something you didn’t want to hear, but you had to stay calm.

“Someone must have asked you to send me these documents, otherwise I don’t think you would send me this just to do me a favor. Tell me, who was the client who asked you to look into these documents and send them to me?”

“Oh, my little devil, please you’re breaking my heart. I’m not that bad of a person, but yes, a client of mine asked me to look into this, but I can’t tell you who it is.”

“How much do you want?”

“Oh sweetie, I can’t answer this question even if you give me your entire bank account, I’m sorry. Another question?”

“Why? Why would they do something like that? The executives… why would they frame me? What have I ever done to them?” You were trying to control your voice.

“Well, I don’t know. No one knows what’s going through those maniacs minds. But it’s not a complete lie, I mean I’m talking about your blood relationship with that man-“

“I eliminated that man, and as my first duty! I didn’t even know about that man… until I got my hands on these documents. But I never betrayed the organization. Why?.. so who knows about the current situation?”

“So as far as I know, the executives naturally. Me, you and my Client.”

“So are you and your client on my side?”

“I don’t know about my client, but I only care about my money and of course it depends on the risk involved.”

You stood up. You adjusted your suit.

“You won’t tell anyone about our conversation today, Sam-san. Also, I have a job for you. I want you to report to me every step the executives take. Understood? if you do anything wrong-“

You took out your voice recorder from your pocket.

“I’ll drag you with me. Understood? Good. If anyone asks, I was here for the tea.”

You walked towards the door. Sam stood up at your words.

“Hey, how am I supposed to follow all of them at the same time? Hey Y/n!”

He tried to protest. You turned around before leaving.

“That’s your problem. And I’ll pay you as much as I can, don’t worry.”

And you left the information dealer alone in the room.

-

As you walked towards your office, you noticed that the door wasn’t locked. When you opened the door, you were met with Deuce. The moment you entered, the navy-haired Heartslabyul boy turned to you.

“Deuce? Why are you here?”

“Oh, hello Y/n. Trey-san made a strawberry cake. He asked me to bring it to you.”

“I see. Thank you…”

Your eyes drifted to the potted plant behind Deuce. He was busy with it until he noticed you had entered.

“By the way, how did you get in?”

“Oh, the door was unlocked.”

The door was unlocked , you thought to yourself.

“I see. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you off. Don’t make Riddle-san mad with your absence, hmm?”

You tried to send him off.

“Oh, yeah…Right. See you then, Y/n.”

After sending the navy-haired boy away, you slowly walked towards the potted plant. You slowly started to water the plant.

You found the small black device you were looking for among the leaves. I found it, you said to yourself. Apparently there was an extra camera in your office. An unwanted camera…

- Current Timeline

“Look at the state of yourself . You’re a complete mess .” The black-haired beautiful boy criticized you.

“As if I care that much.” You replied indifferently. You were checking the cables of the machines while eating your sandwich.

“By the way, it was almost impossible to get into the city. I would like to point out that they have posted men at all the entrances and exits. How do you plan on getting out?”

The black-haired boy spoke again.

“That’s my problem Neige, just focus on your job.”

“…what exactly did you do that the entire mafia is after you right now? You’re the most talked topic in the underworld right now.”

You didn’t answer. You just focused on your job.

“Hey, I provided you with all that food, water, clothes, weapons and vehicle. Can I at least get a proper answer?”

Neige whined. But you just ignored him.

“By the way, this is an old abandoned place? What are we doing in this amusement park?”

The black-haired assassin asked.

“We’ll hunt.” You replied. You had completed the final checks by now.

“We’ll hunt? Aren’t you the one being hunted? Besides, you’re injured.”

“Just do what I said. I’ve already paid you and your boss owes me. Besides I thought you wanted to see Vil-san.”

The young assassin opened his mouth to say something but chose to remain silent.

“Whatever. Look, the plan is that either Ignihyde or Pomefiore will most likely attack. Diasomnia usually prefers to be the last one to show up . Your job is to help me escape from Vil-san, okay? It’s that simple.”

You explained your plan to him.

“They will catch you anyway. Why are you running away? Nonsense.”

You took a deep breath.

“I wish your mouth was as pretty as your face… Just do what I say, you understand.”

The young assassin shrugged and you two started to wait.

“Here they come.” You said as you watched the footage of the camera you had repaired

“You’re lucky. Vil-san came too.” You said as you cut the cable of the camera you had repaired earlier.

“Uh, why did you only fix one camera and then cut the cable again?”

Neige pointed to the cable you had cut.

“There’s a good chance they’ll split up and someone will come here to check. Anyway, let’s get to work.”

-

“So, they are hiding here?”

The Rookie assassin asked as he got out of the car.

“Mmh. According to the road records we got, yes.” The blonde sniper confirmed.

“Anyway, there’s only one entrance and exit to this place, and that’s here. Rook, you stay here. Epel, you’re coming with me.”

The Pomefiore executive said.

“I can do this job on my own-“

Epel tried to object.

“Are you stupid? Even though they are injured, Y/n was trained by Divus Crewel himself. If you go one-on-one with them, your chances of winning are very low.”

Vil stopped him.

“I don’t think there’ll be any problems. If there’s a problem, we’ll notice it through our communication devices. Let him do what he wants.”

The sniper intervened. The blonde manager sighed.

“Okay. But your communication device will always be on, is that clear?”

-

The young assassin walked forward with confident steps. What a big amusement park, he thought. He headed towards a tent that looked like a large circus tent that caught his eye up ahead. Perhaps the person he was looking for was here.

Y/n L/n is the right-hand man of Boss Crowley, the apple of eye of the executives, and according to some rumors, Crowley's heir. Before Epel met them. he found them annoying. He thought it was ridiculous that all executives were circling around one person, but after meeting them , he understood why. Y/n wasn't perfect, but there was something about them that drew people to them, something he couldn't quite put his finger on...

Y/n was affectionate, they would intervene whenever Vil would scold him or punish him. Sometimes they would bring him gifts from their business trips. They would have regular movie nights with the other rookies…but everything was ruined. Y/n ruined everything. They betrayed them...

When Epel entered the big tent, he was sure that it was an old circus tent. He started looking around… I guess they are not here, he thought to himself. He had just turned around when something fell on him from above. Someone.

The young assassin jumped back reflexively.

He was speechless when he saw the person in front of him.

“Oh, it’s just you. I thought it was Vil-san and got excited. Anyway, let’s finish this quickly.”

Neige LeBlanche. The best assassin in the underworld outside of Vil. The assassin who was always compared to Vil by many people. Just like Vil’s nickname was Poisoned Apple, Neige’s was Snow White. He was also the assassin of the rival mafia.

“So Y/n really did betray us, huh?” Epel said nervously.

The black-haired assassin didn’t answer. He just smiled…

-

Vil walked forward with firm and confident steps. For some reason, he had a feeling that the person he was looking for would be here, in the mirror maze. He stopped and focused. There were faint footsteps…they are here, he thought to himself.

He focused on where the footsteps were coming from…Clank!

“Oh, I broke the wrong mirror.” And again, and again…

The sound of mirrors breaking echoed through the maze.

And again, Clank!

You jumped back.

“Oh, I found you!” He grinned mischievously, like a child who had finally gotten a toy he had wanted for a long time.

He swung his dagger at your injured shoulder, but you managed to dodge.

“Bastard.” You said.

He grinned. You dodged as he attacked.

You could have attacked him if you wanted, but no. Vil’s goal was to distract you. You had to focus on and avoid his attacks . At least until Neige came.

Vil’s nickname wasn’t poisoned apple for nothing. He would kill his victims by poisoning them. He would also poison most of the weapons he used. So that dagger should never touch you.

You jumped back again. But suddenly Vil stopped.

“Look at you, nch nch nch… you are a mess. How much can you resist me, hmm? Besides, you are injured. If you surrender, even though you are a traitor, I can help you with your punishment. ”

“Traitor? Oh no, you are the one who betrayed. You betrayed me! All of you! I am only saving myself.” You said harshly.

Vil’s face tightened when he heard the word betrayal.

“We didn’t betray you. We just took precautions.”

You laughed unwillingly at his words.

“Precautions? Who do you think you are kidding? I heard those conversations with my own ears. Whether you accept it or not. You stabbed me from my back . I was going to be declared a traitor one way or another.”

Vil started to attack aggressively again, and you got defensive.

Where was Neige?..

Vil tried to hit your injured shoulder again, and just as you were about to retreat, a voice came.

“Vil-san!”

Neige LeBlance had finally arrived.

You backed away while Vil was distracted by the voice.

The black-haired assassin quickly attacked the blonde assassin.

“You’re late,” you said.

“Sorry, I ran into a little rookie on the way. Well, the rest is up to me. You can leave.” Neige replied.

“So you’re working with RSA, huh? And you’re saying you didn’t betray us!” Neige’s presence was more than enough to drive Vil crazy. You knew that very well. That was one of the reasons you wanted Neige. He was Vil’s greatest enemy.

You grinned and ran away from the mirror maze.

-

As you expected, you saw the blonde sniper at the entrance. He was waiting cross-legged.

He must have noticed your arrival because he stood up and smiled. There were only a few meters between you.

“It’s been a long time, huh? You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I suggest you run, Rook. Vil obviously placed you here just in case, but I advise you not to waste time with me. I don’t know how your little rookie Epel is doing right now.”

The blonde man’s eyebrow rose at your words.

“What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’?”

You grinned to break the sniper’s composure.

“It’s true that I can’t ‘harm’ him, but who knows what an enemy assassin might do to him? If I were you, I’d hurry up and find him, otherwise…” you didn’t finish the sentence. Your words were enough to make the sniper nervous.

He looked at you one last time.

“You’ll get caught sooner or later, you know that.”

He said and walked away to find the young rookie as soon as possible.

And as for you, You got into the car you asked Neige to provide for you and drove away.

-

“Agh! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ashton Vargos, once again frustrated, took the money from his losing bet out of his wallet and reluctantly handed it to Sam.

“It’s going pretty well so far, huh? But some people seem to be in a bad mood.” Crowley sipped his tea.

“Stop messing with Crewel, Crowley.”

Mozus Trein said.

“Trein-sensei, I didn’t do anything.” Crowley said mischievously.

“ You are truly the devil himself .” Trein sighed.

“You’re breaking my heart, Trein-sensei. I’m a real gentleman. Everyone knows that.” Crowley said, his voice wasn’t like the voice of someone who was upset, but rather a mocking tone.

“Of course, whatever you say. It's not like you killed the previous Boss and framed Ramshackle, who was the biggest threat to your seat. Now you're doing the same to them ... are you having fun?" Mozus Trein said. His voice was calm, perhaps because of his age.

"Very much. I'm having so much fun."

[s4nniebe4r]

the roommate

part eight: barely there

pairing: roommate! san x fem! reader

synopsis: your avoidance is evident, but it can only last so long

wc: 1.5k

tags: slow burn, roommates, enemies to lovers, angst, forced proximity, eventual romance

etc: a little shorter update, but, you'll like the end... promise! not proofread, liebchens! 

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The avoidance starts unintentionally. Or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself. 

It’s not like you planned to spend every free moment outside the apartment. You suddenly have more work to get done at the library, more errands to take care of, more assignments that require your full attention; all of which need to be done anywhere but here. And when you do stay home, you suddenly have the overwhelming urge to clean. Not just a little tidying up, either. Full clean. Scrubbing the counters, organizing the fridge, wiping down the mirrors, sweeping even though the floor is spotless already. Anything to keep your hands moving, anything to keep your mind off him. 

It’s almost ironic how perfectly timed you and your movements have become. You leave the kitchen right before he enters. You slip into your room just as he steps into the hallways. The bathroom door clicks shut behind you before he can even round the corner. You barely see him at all. 

And the best way you have found to ignore him? Your Sony’s. The headphones are now constantly on you, filling the silence with music, drowning out every creak of the apartment, every potential sound that might make you wonder where he’s at. Because wondering means noticing, and noticing means thinking, and thinking means remembering. And you just can’t afford to remember. Not that night. 

San doesn’t actively avoid you, but he doesn’t make an effort to be around you either. If anything, he’s just quieter. And, you’re grateful? There are no more sarcastic remarks when you walk by. No more unnecessary commentary. He doesn’t challenge you anymore, no more pushing your buttons, he doesn’t give you any reason to push back. In some ways though, it’s worse than before. At least when he was annoying, it was easy to fight him. But, now? There’s nothing to fight now. 

Then there were the changes. At first, you didn’t even register them. But then, you start noticing. 

The sink isn’t piled up with dishes anymore. The couch is always clear when you go to sit down. The jacket from that night that was draped over the armrest? It’s gone. The bathroom counter isn’t cluttered with his stuff, the towels aren’t left on the floor, the small annoyances you’ve mentally kept over time start to disappear. Like he’s started to disappear. 

It’s almost enough to trick you into thinking he isn’t there at all. 

But there are the small things. 

One day, you reach into the kitchen cabinet, searching for a snack, only to stop dead. 

There’s a new box of the honey citron tea bags. Your breath catches slightly. You never bought this. 

You remember talking about it with Seonghwa at the cafe the other evening, mentioning in passing that you’d been meaning to try it, but never got around to it. San wasn’t even there. He couldn’t have heard you—except, he must have?

Your fingers hover over the packaging, tracing the label, stomach twisting into something unreadable, starting to hurt a little. You don’t take it out. You don’t even touch it. You just stand there, staring, pulse thumping in your ears. 

He was listening. He remembered. 

And you don’t know what to do with that. 

It happens again when you step into the living room one morning and realize that the thermostat is set higher than usual. Not too much, just enough. Enough for you to breathe a little easier. Enough for you to not wake up shivering. 

Once more when you go to put something away and realize that the broken cabinet you complained about weeks ago is suddenly fixed. The one that always jammed, that always annoyed you, that he used to sneer about not bothering to touch because it adds character. 

It happens again and again and again. 

And every time, your chest gets a little tighter. 

Because San isn’t saying anything. He’s not looking for a thank you, he’s not pointing out the things he’s done, not making some snarky comment about how he’s better than you. He’s just doing them. Without a word. Without acknowledgement. Maybe even without expectation. 

Silent. Unspoken. Things that mean too much to just be meaningless. 

Steam curls against the bathroom mirror, fogging the glass in front of you as you strip off your sweatpants, kicking them into the corner. The room is warm, like a sauna, and the heat seeps into your skin, and you stretch your arms overhead, sighing softly as the muscles in your back unwind. 

You’re exhausted. You’ve exhausted yourself. Not just physically, but mentally—this whole week has been an exercise in careful avoidance. You don’t even remember the last time you and San have been in the same space for more than just a brief moment. 

Maybe that’s why your guard is down. Maybe that’s why, when you reach for the shower knob to switch from the faucet to the overhead, hand hovering, you suddenly remember. 

Your towel. You left it in your room. 

You let out a quiet, annoyed groan, raking a hand through your hair. The bathroom is literally across the hall from your bedroom. It’s not even a two-second walk. You’ve done it a million times before, stepping out quickly to grab something you forgot. San is probably in his room, headphones in, completely unaware, per usual. 

It’ll be fine. So you move without thinking; opening the bathroom door, stepping into the hallway. The air hits you differently outside the steamy bathroom. The immediate change sends a shiver down your legs, a fresh wave of awareness crashing over you. 

You’re not even wearing bottoms. Just an oversized hoodie and underwear. 

You barely have time to process that thought before you’re already moving. 

Two steps into your bedroom, fingers reaching for the towel draped over your desk chair, and you’re already spinning back around—ready to return to the safety of the bathroom.

And that’s when it happens. 

You slam into something that wasn’t there before. Solid and warm. 

Your breath catches. The impact jolts through your body, your hands shooting up instinctively to brace whatever—whoever—you just ran into before you may fall back. 

San. 

The realization hits you right after your fingers splayed outward, spreading against the fabric of his hoodie, feeling the firmness beneath. 

His hands find you instantly, steadying you, one at your upper arm, the other hovering just slightly above your waist. 

And there it is again. Silence. The kind of silence that feels deafening. Neither of you move. Neither of you breathe. Your heart is pounding. You’re too aware. Of him. Of you. Of everything. 

And then, it happens. His gaze drops. You can feel it happen before you fully register it. 

A flicker—his dark eyes dragging downward, sweeping over the bare skin of your legs, the oversized hoodie hanging just long enough to leave everything else dangerously close to exposed. To the clothes that are barely there.

You feel your stomach tightening again.

Your skin prickles, every nerve ending is alive, your hair standing up. 

And then, just as fast, his gaze snaps back up. His fingers flex around your arm. It’s subtle, a reflex, like his body is processing what just happened a second slower than his mind. His face remains carefully blank, but you see the shift. The slight tension in his jaw. The way his lips press together. It lasts half a second, and yet, it stretches into what feels like eons. 

You swear, you feel the ghost of his touch even after his hand on your arm drops away—as if the heat of them lingers, as if the pressure is still there, even though it’s gone. 

And suddenly, you’re aware of everything. The way his hoodie smells just like him, close enough to catch the faint traces of his cologne, something warm, earthy, and deep. The way your hoodie barely covers the top of your thighs, and the cool air feels entirely too noticeable against the sliver of skin where his hand had been close to moments ago. The way your breath is shallower than it should be. The way his is, too. 

You don’t know who moves first. All you know is that suddenly, San is stepping back. His other hand falls away, the warmth of them vanishing too quickly. But not before his fingers graze against the side of your hip—just barely, just the softest ghost of a touch. It shouldn’t feel like anything. But it does. 

And without a word, without a single glance back, he walks past you. Disappearing into his room. Closing the door behind him. 

The silence slams into you all over again. Your breath shudders out of you. You should move. You should do something. Anything. 

Instead, you just stand there. Your fingers tighten around the towel in your grip, pulse hammering in your ears. The hallway feels too cold now. You swallow hard, but it doesn’t go down smoothly. Because you still feel where his hands were. Still feel the heat that shouldn’t be there. Still feel the weight of everything that just happened, everything that shouldn’t have mattered. The way that the touch felt the same as that night the two of you fought. 

It really shouldn’t matter. But it does. 

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wonderland | cs (part 1)

summary: being the daughter of a biker gang leader in new york city certainly came with its advantages. you were strong, hardworking, and determined. anything to be the best, right? but you wanted more, something that pushed you to break away. little did you know that crossing paths with choi san and his men one fateful night would be your answer. and suddenly, life had never been worse, but never better at the same time.

pairing: choi san x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ MDNI | yandere, angst, fluff, eventual smut word count: 10.5k warning/tags: yandere, organized crime, inspired by sons of anarchy, obsession, violence, somewhat toxic relationship, slow and fast burn at the same time (i can’t describe it), reader is innocent, angst, playful banter between san and reader, lots of fluff, pet names, i think that is it but please let me know if i missed anything (i’m new at this), i hope you enjoy reading! <3

disclaimer: all members of Ateez are faces and name claims for this story. this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios.

chapter one, down the rabbit hole (next →)

All your life, you had been somewhat lonely. Lonely in the sense that you never had a best friend, a group of people to call your inner circle. It had always been challenging, particularly because of the environment in which your school produced. Children more obsessed with status and reputation than being kind, wanting the most followers and being the absolute prettiest. Cross them, and you’ll feel their wrath. No one was safe, not even the people were as thick as thieves. Those were the ones who had the sharpest knives, ready to stab anyone with no remorse.

You had tried fitting in with that crowd, but it never worked. They didn’t want you, you would never be them. And it hurt, the rejection stung like salt on a wound. But you managed it, you ignored the gnawing feeling of never being good enough that consumed your mind. It became easier overtime, but that didn’t mean it haunted you everywhere you went.

The friends you had were sweet, but overtime you began to realize how much more mature you were than them. You were smarter, wiser, braver — something they lacked. It wasn’t their fault, per say, it was just who they were. As they grew older, they would eventually realize how immature they actually were. But some people don’t, and you believed they would never learn or grow.

Despite having them, you longed for a best friend. Someone to call your own. Your friends (while very kind) had their own person, that person they could turn to in times of need and would tell anything to. And it was never you, it would never be you. But, like you always did, you managed it. You managed every negative feeling and pretended that it never existed. It was the only way for you to persist.

With a heavy heart, you continued on with your life. Most weekends were spent cooped up in your bedroom, watching television or reading a book. No friends to hang out with, no romantic partner. It was lonely, and you often wondered if you were being punished. Punished for something you did in a past life, or for something minuscule you did when you were a child. It broke your heart, hardened it to be skeptical of anyone who spoke to you.

Deep down, you knew your people were out there. You had to believe it, even if most days felt like it would never come. You were young and had plenty of time to find them. Everything would fall into place accordingly, it was only a matter of when.

You were better off than most people, you knew that. Oftentimes, it was hard to remember the good things in life when you were focused on the bad. You had a tight knit family who would do anything for you. Though it never felt that way, considering they cared more for your older brother then they did for you. But you knew they would come to the rescue if you were in danger. With their line of work, they would do anything to keep you safe.

The Sons of Anarchy were one of the most famous biker gangs in all of New York City. Your father was the leader, your great-grandfather being the one to found it all back in the mid-1950s. It was your entire life. Rumors circulated on the work they did; mostly with illegal firearms and drugs, as well as money laundering. In all honesty, you had no idea what went on behind the scenes. You never asked, nor did your parents ever want to tell you what the work involved. It was a mutual understanding, somewhat. 

The work your parents did allowed you to live a comfortable life. Not many people could say that and it was something you would be eternally grateful for. That being said, it often made you feel like your issues weren’t that big of a deal. You were blessed with a wonderful life, a job that kept you busy, a roof over your head, food on your plate. What did you have to feel sad about? Being lonely? You had people, even if it was just family. So why be sad?

It was something that helped remind you of who you were, what you had. And while the feeling of loneliness never left you, you just had to push through. It would go away eventually, even if it felt like time was running out and you would never find your people.

The air was cold when you left the tennis courts. Tennis was your favorite sport since you were little, and you were pretty damn good at it, too. It got you a full ride to university and through your graduate program, becoming captain by your junior year. It was a lifestyle, though everyone laughed at you for saying that. But it was, it consumed your very being. The only thing that made you feel sane. 

The adult league you joined held practices every week, but was small and those people were preoccupied with other things. It didn’t matter, as long as you could make your tennis matches somewhat thrilling, it was all you wanted. If you couldn’t have a group of friends or a partner, then tennis would have to do.

Despite it being early March and still cold, it was exactly what you needed after being cooped up in a hot gym for two hours. That, and the rush of being in New York City, was truly the best feeling in the world. It brought you peace and helped you realize that life probably wasn’t so bad afterall (and then it would wear off the next day and you would be sad all over again).

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you walked near the subway station. Rummaging through your bag, you were able to pull it out and answer it before the line went dead. “Hello?”

“Hi sweetheart,” your dad answered. “How was tennis?”

“It was good! I beat everyone out, like I always do. Next week we start preparing for our matches, so I’m excited for that. How was your day?” You told him genuinely. Though he probably didn’t care much, you liked to update your family on what you do just so you have an excuse to talk about it.

“That’s my best girl, always going for the gold. If anyone gives you a hard time, we’ll set ‘em straight,” he joked and you let out a quiet laugh. “Hey listen, do you think you could head to the grocery store before you come home? I need a couple things for dinner that I forgot to get earlier.”

You nodded your head, though he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, sure. Of course, it’s right on the way home. Just text me what you need.”

A few exchanged words and a family of rats running on the street later, your conversation had ended. Phone calls with your father were typically short, as there wasn’t much needed to be discussed between you two. You didn’t mind, you actually enjoyed them quite a lot. It was simple but meaningful.

The street you normally took to the grocery store was blocked off, most likely for construction. Sighing, you made a left and crossed the street. The alternative route wasn’t bad per say, it just took longer to get to the store, which was aggravating. Especially when you were tired and wanted to get home. Nonetheless, you braved through the streets of New York like you always did.

Growing up in the city, you were taught from a young age to mind your business. Mind your business and never make eye contact with anyone. It was the golden rule, basically. And you completely forgot about it when you saw four people standing in the middle of an alley, one of them bleeding out on the ground.

Two men went to kick the wounded one in a harsh manner, watching as he cried out in pain. It wasn’t until you looked up and saw the lone one step into the light that you realized you were in terrible danger.

Choi San, a man who you were forbidden from speaking to and one of the most influential people in New York City.

There was a long standing rivalry between both of your families, for reasons you never understood. All you knew was that the Choi’s were evil and could not be trusted. They were the serpents among sheep, ready to bite anyone who disagreed with them. Luckily, you never had to interact with him, only at important gatherings every once in a while. But it had been years since you’d seen him, especially this close.

San was handsome, there was no doubt about that. His hair looked different, more slicked back than before. He got older, of course, but he just looked more cold, more angry. You couldn’t explain it, but something had shifted. It was working in his favor, though. 

He looked up from the man and made eye contact with you, a smirk slowly rising on his face. You walked back in fear and accidentally stepped on an empty beer can, which caused the other men to look up. One had vibrant yellow and orange hair, while the other was long and black. Smirks appeared on their faces when they saw you, too.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” the one with vibrant hair spoke, saying your name as he spoke. “The one and only! Shouldn’t you be heading home at this hour, pretty? Or would you rather come spend alone time with me, we can do some special things together.”

The other one laughed while the man coughed out in pain. San said nothing, which was both a surprise and not a surprise to you. You figured he would make a snide comment like the vibrant one or shoot you on the spot. In truth, you had no idea what to say. Nothing would make this situation better, and you did not want to find out what San and his men were capable of.

Another golden rule your parents taught you was that if you were ever in a dangerous situation, no matter what, you try to run. And once you saw the man beginning to meet his death and San raise his hand, you sprinted as quickly as you could.

Years of tennis helped you be a fast runner, so escaping them would be no problem. Surely they couldn’t be faster than you, no one was. They could get close, but could never outrun you. You now understood why your coaches made you and your teammates do sprints all the time. It really helps, especially when you’re being chased by three of the most powerful, evil men in the entire city. 

You couldn’t feel their presence behind you, but you did not stop. You continued until you saw a subway stop not that far in the distance. Without a second thought, you sprinted towards it, not caring if it would take you longer to get home. Those next few moments felt like a total blur, between running for your life and going straight into the subway with no hesitation and right when the doors were about to shut. Thank God for the older woman and her dog who demanded she be let on. 

The train was quiet as it left the station. You placed your hands over your face in utter relief. What happened back there? Why was San watching his henchman beat up an innocent man? Why didn’t he hurt you immediately? Would you come home to your home destroyed and your family badly injured? The questions ran endlessly through your mind.

Whatever that was, it wasn’t good. For you or the man who was bleeding out. Surely something would come of this, it just had to, knowing who your family was. San must have records of you, it would not be a surprise if he found you and had you killed for just witnessing his crimes. The only matter was when this would occur. You wanted to be prepared for anything, any attack he wanted to strike.

You debated on telling your family what happened, who you saw. Perhaps they could offer you protection or call a meeting to see what this was about. At the same time, however, you did not want to cause panic. You did not want your family to get involved and start something that was blown out of proportion. You did not want to risk their safety, either. It might be better to wait and see if anything were to come of this, it honestly might not. If things got really serious or scary, you would tell your parents immediately. That seemed to be the right idea for this situation.

But whatever that was back there, something was wrong. Something is still wrong. What did Choi San have to hide that was so dangerous to the outside world? And were you now a pawn in this deadly game, or would you be left alone for good? Either way, you were completely screwed, and had no idea how you would manage to save yourself from this labyrinth that was tied to your last name.

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Days had passed since the incident. No word, no cryptical phone calls, no nothing. You had begun to think you imagined it, that it was all an illusion. But it was as clear as day. The events played out in your mind endlessly. The wounded man, the two henchmen beating him to a pulp, San arising from the shadows. You knew what you saw, there was no way that wasn’t real. Perhaps it wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought. If it was, San would have done something by now.

There was nothing, and you hoped it would stay that way. Contrary to popular belief, you weren’t a snitch. You found no reason to tell people of what was happening with others unprovoked (unless it could kill them, then of course you would step in). You always wanted to do the right thing, but that didn’t mean you had to tell someone when they were doing something “bad.” It wasn’t your concern, nor what happened with San. All of this would be swept under the rug and into the back of your memory. 

The office had been busy all day. Meetings, assignments, they all just came crashing down on you at once. It was manageable, but not fun. The days in-office weren’t terrible, but you much rather be at home, where you could work in peace. It was the afternoon now, and hopefully things would start to wind down in an hour or so. Even if they didn’t, you would make them. You’ve come to notice that at a certain point in the day, you just start to zone out and push everything to the next day. It was a good way to end the work day and get yourself more motivated for the following day.

As you typed out some notes from your marketing strategy meeting earlier, one of the secretaries had quietly walked into your workspace. No one ever heard her walk in, so it was always a surprise when she called your name while working. You nearly jumped a mile. “My God, I’m sorry,” you gasped and then laughed. Thankfully, she joined in and understood you. “You just startled me!”

“I am so sorry, my boss says I need to get better at speaking up when I enter a room,” she laughed. “I won’t keep you, but I just got handed this letter. The person who dropped you off insisted I give it to you right away. I’m surprised they even came in when they could just leave it at the security desk. Anyways, this is for you, and I will let you continue working. Sorry again!”

“No worries, Anna. Thank you! I appreciate it,” you began, examining the note. A sense of worry and fear  arose in your stomach. “Just out of curiosity, did you get a good look at who dropped it off?”

She shook her head. “No, it was an older gentleman. Kinda looked like he could be a bodyguard or something. He was really fast and I just got a call from a client demanding to reschedule a meeting. I can look back on the security camera and show you if you want?”

“That’s okay, I just wanted to see if I knew them or not. No worries. Thank you again,” you reassured the woman. She had enough on her plate as it is, you honestly didn’t expect her to go and try to find video footage. It wasn’t that big of a deal (at least, you hoped it wasn’t). 

Anna smiled and apologized once more, then headed back to her desk. Out of nowhere, two of your co-workers slowly rose from their chairs and peered over your desk. They eyed the paper closely and were very intrigued. “Ooh, a mysterious note. Who’s it from?” Peter, one of your co-workers, asked curiously.

“I don’t know, I just got it,” you answered as you examined the envelope. It was all gray, with hints of blue subtly mixed in. 

“Feels very formal. I mean, the person could have just emailed or texted you. But a handwritten note? At your job? Crazy,” Beom-soo, the other co-worker, commented. “You should probably open it now, it seems very important.”

You raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on your face. “Do you mean that, or do you just want to know what it says because you’re nosy?”

“Both. We hate coming into the office, it’s so boring. But your note just made things a million times better. We have to know!” Peter was the one to speak. “Is it a threat? Is it a love letter? Is it an ad for a product? It could be a bunch of different things.”

“A threatening love letter. A product in the form of a love letter. No, a love letter about a product that is posed as a threat!” Beom-soo rambled on and Peter eagerly agreed with him. You had to admit, the comedic timing of these two was hilarious. 

To break up the conversation, you shook your head and hands in front of them to get their attention. “It is not a love letter, nor is it a product ad or a threat. Honestly, it’s probably a thank you card for the fruit basket I sent… a family friend. She has specific people to run her errands, including dropping off thank you notes.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why doesn’t she just send it to your house?”

“Because she only knows where I work, she must’ve thrown away the slip with my address on it. She does that a lot,” you explained. 

That part was true, but it was mainly because she didn’t want certain people tracking where she sent stuff too. All you knew was that she did close work with your mom and the Sons of Anarchy, so it made sense why she went the extra mile to send it to your job as opposed to your family’s home.

Hesitantly, you opened the envelope. Inside was a message, with a clear globe on the front of it, the word Veridian right in the center of it. Your heart fell to your stomach once you recognized the logo and who was behind the message. How could you not see this coming from a mile away?

It was so obvious. You honestly felt so stupid for not seeing it sooner. It made perfect sense, you just figured his henchman would kidnap you in a random alleyway or break into your home. It seemed like something San would do; at least, that’s what you assumed he would do. A letter? Completely out of left field.

The anticipation started to annoy you. Without thinking too much of it, you ripped it open. Inside was a message, which was also very obvious. Thankfully, it wasn’t a small bomb or a piece of a dead animal. You could never know with a man like San. The words themselves were simple and straightforward.

Meet me for dinner tomorrow at 7. I’ll send a car to pick you up. —C.S.

You stared at it for what felt like an eternity. That was not what you expected. Dinner? Tomorrow night? There’s no way you could go to that. How did you know it wasn’t a trap, a trap to kidnap and kill you? Or worse, lure you in while he hurts your family? San was a dangerous man, from what your parents said. He was capable of anything and you couldn’t risk being stupid. 

Another part of you, however, was intrigued to see what he had to say. It would be nice to get a good dinner, you loved food and hadn’t been out in a while. Even if it was a horrible experience, at least you had an excuse to get takeout on your way home. 

But the question that lingered in your mind was why. Why was he doing this? Well, seeing him and his henchman beat up a bloody man in an alley was obvious. He didn’t want the word getting out, so he probably staged this dinner to threaten you into silence. Whether that was money or threatening to hurt your family, he wanted you to know that what you saw could not get out. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Beom-soo leaned over your desk and examined the note. “Wait, Veridian Industries? That’s, like, one of the biggest companies in the city. And the wealthiest, too. Why are they contacting you through a letter?”

“Is it for a job? Because, if I were you, I would take it. I love our company, but it’s Veridian Industries. That would be like turning down a million dollars,” Peter asked. As he looked at it closer, he shook his head. “I mean, it could be a job. I mean, dinner at 7? What else could that be about?”

“You have no idea,” you answered, though you wanted to tell them what it was really for. I saw him and his goons basically murder someone in an alley. And now I think he wants to murder me. So yeah, not a job opportunity. Though I heard Veridian has great benefits.

It was silent for a moment, until Beom-soo stared at the note longer and noticed something. “Wait, who is CS? Like CS Lewis?”

“I don’t think CS Lewis works at Veridian and would write a letter to a random woman asking to meet for dinner,” Peter commented, which made you laugh. 

“Wait a minute,” Beom-soo said. He sat back at his desk and began to type on his computer. The two of you waited while he did whatever he was doing. You suspected he was looking up who wrote you the letter, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he found out it was— “Choi San sent you that letter?!”

You let out another laugh, nodding your head. “Uh yeah, I guess he did. I really don’t know why, I don’t exactly know him. Probably just a welcome back thing, since our families are kind of acquainted.”

“Woah! He just became the CEO of the company. The youngest it’s ever had,” Peter told you as he read Beom-soo’s screen. “This article says that his dad stepped down and wanted him to take on the position. San was the best fit and will do a perfect job managing Veridian. Damn, that’s impressive.”

The information intrigued you. It made sense as to why he had come back to town. He had been overseas for quite some time, for reasons unknown to you and the general public. Returning to run the company at its home base was the most realistic option. Still, being the youngest CEO Veridian ever has was interesting. You didn’t question his leadership abilities, you couldn’t ever be a CEO, it was just odd. Well, odd to you. Perhaps it was normal in the business world.

“You have to go see him. I mean, how could you not?” Beom-soo said. “Even if it’s just a simple networking thing, which it totally isn’t, it’s a great opportunity! He could be a great business deal for our company. You never know.”

“Yeah, and he’s really attractive, too. And he’s probably going to pay for dinner, so I say why not,” Peter added. “You really don’t have anything to lose.”

They had good reasons, and although it would be a good idea to go, they didn’t have the full story. You know why he wants to meet with you and it isn’t good. It’s not a risk you were willing to take. 

However, your family did have connections in the city. They would come to your aide in a second, all you had to do was send a text or call, and someone would be at your side in minutes. So it wouldn’t necessarily be a terrible idea if you went to dinner with San. People would come to save you if things went south, you wouldn’t be alone. Plus, you had free will, so if you wanted to leave early, you could. San couldn’t keep you hostage in the restaurant (he totally could, but you honestly hoped he wouldn’t. There really wasn’t a reason to).

Still unsure with your decision, you turned to the duo. “Are we sure Veridian isn’t, like, a giant scam? Like they don’t screw people over and are legitimate?” 

Both of them shook their heads. “No, I don’t think so. My cousin works there and she loves it, even the bad parts. Definitely not a scam,” Beom-soo explained.

“I heard they sever people,” Peter blurted out randomly.

You and Beom-soo turned your heads in utter confusion. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “They do not sever people, Peter. That’s not physically possible.”

“Yeah, and wouldn’t they have laws regulating that? And wouldn’t there be people protesting in the streets everyday about it?” Beom-soo added.

Peter only shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I was just saying something that my uncle told me. It makes sense, we don’t really know what they do over there. Who’s to say they aren’t planning to start severing people?”

Beom-soo placed his hands on his face and sighed. “I’m not doing this,” he began, then proceeded to say your name. “Go to the freakin’ dinner. This guy is very… cute, I’ll leave it at that. But if he’s sending you a letter at your job asking to meet for dinner, do it. You never know if you don’t try. I’m still kind of confused as to how he was able to get this here, but I’m not going to question it. Go to dinner, and if it sucks, then you know.”

“I have this as my current place of employment on my LinkedIn. Plus, he has connections too, and probably asked where he could find me,” you explained. After taking a deep breath in, you nodded your head. “All right, I am going to do it. I’m going to have dinner with Choi San. Feels weird to say, but why not. If it sucks, then I know not to do it again.”

“That’s the spirit!” Peter exclaimed. “I’m really happy for you. You’ll have to tell us about it the next time we’re in office.”

“Yeah, and ask if he’ll give us an exclusive tour of Veridian. It seems awesome!” Beom-soo added.

“I’ll try,” you laughed. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. Truly.”

“Anytime!” Peter said, Beom-soo agreeing.

The three of you had to continue working, but your eyes kept drifting to the letter. An uneasy feeling was in your stomach. You were worried, as anyone would be if you saw a man nearly murder a man in an alley and he invited you out to dinner. But it was also exciting. You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into, or if it was the right decision.

Your parents never spoke to you about their business, what went on their day-to-day. They just told you who to stay clear of, including Choi San and his family. They weren’t good people and did a lot of terrible things. It had been ingrained in your head for a while, hence why you sprinted away from him once you recognized who he was. Of course, you wanted to be conscious of this when meeting with him, but you wanted to know why he reached out. To see what he really wanted. 

A part of you knew you were falling into a dangerous game by going to this dinner. However, the other part wanted you to be this game, to challenge yourself and see who you were at your core.

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Your stomach was in knots. The entire day, your nerves have been at an all-time high. It made sense, you were meeting San for dinner tonight and you weren’t sure what would happen. While you hoped you were in way over your head, you had to be careful. San was capable of many things and could easily put you and your family in danger. Who knows what could happen tonight.

The day felt so slow, you had begun to count down the hours until you could go home and get ready. And it felt neverending, like time slowed down. Thankfully, you were able to leave work a little early and have time for yourself. Even then, you weren’t able to calm your anxiety.

You wondered how San was able to find where you lived. But of course, he was Choi San, and had multiple connections in his network. It wasn’t hard for him to find your address and send a car. Still, the ability to do that amazed you. 

Since this has never happened to you, you didn’t know what to do. As awkwardly as ever, you decided to wait in the lobby of your apartment complex. Your parents and brother were out at a meeting, so you just texted them to let them know of your plans. They probably wouldn’t interrogate you too much, assuming it was with an old friend who was visiting the city. You just hoped the driver wouldn’t make you wait too long.

And right at six forty-five, a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance. It was very nice, nicer than any car you or your family ever owned. A gentleman came out and walked up to you, opening the back door. “Your ride, Miss,” he spoke, saying your full name to confirm it was you.

Taken back, you nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah that’s me. Wow! This is really fancy. Thank you,” you told the driver and took a seat. It amazed you how many features there were, from the music options to the TV and movie options. You knew San and his family were rich, but you had no idea that was what it could look like. You didn’t even want to know what his house looked like (or houses).

The New York City traffic made the drive a bit longer, but you loved it. You yourself could never drive in the city, you were too worried of getting in an accident or driving on the wrong side of the road. But you always loved looking at the cars and taxis, all going different places. It amazed you how people could drive amongst the chaos, going to a variety of places in the city. Everyone had a different story of why they were there and how they got to that point. As cliché as it sounded, it was just something you admire about your home. It gave you a small sense of peace, that there were people just like you.

The restaurant seemed busy, from what you could see on the inside. Waiters were scattered all over as people came and went. In a quick motion, the driver parked and opened the door for you. Thanking him gracefully, you took a deep breath as you opened the door. Almost immediately, you wanted to go home. Everyone was dressed to the nines and looked so sophisticated. Meanwhile, you were dressed in a plain black dress that you got at a thrift store. You were like a small fish in a large pond, and it felt very obvious. At one point, you felt like everyone was staring at you (but they really weren’t, you were just overthinking, per usual).

With another deep breath, you walked up to the hostess stand, where she greeted you with a nice smile. “Hi! Welcome to The Inception Room, can I have your name?”

Nervously, you spoke up. “Hi, I don’t think the reservation’s under my name. I think it’s under Choi San?”

You cringed at your words and how stupid you sounded. Did everyone know who San was? If not, then it wouldn’t be a big deal. He was popular in the city, but not everyone kept up to date with CEO’s and business people. It’s not like he was an A-list celebrity. The more you talked it out in your head, the better you felt.

A subtle smirk appeared on the hostess’ face as she placed a menu down. “Follow me.”

This was it, you were going to die. She was going to take you to the basement where San would torture you. Kill you, even. You nervously followed the woman, thinking of how your family will react to your death and if you can reach them in time. You never thought your life would end this way, so sudden and abrupt. You didn’t even get the chance to finish your book. Hopefully they have libraries in the afterlife.

Rather than being led to a backdoor, the hostess brought you to a private table in the back, with a few other patrons surrounding you, but not too close. A wave of relief washed over you, but your anxiety was still through the roof. “Here you are, someone will be right over to take your order. Enjoy!”

“Thank you,” you thanked the woman as she walked away. 

Once she left, you were able to get a clear look at San, who looked… interesting. He wore a white long sleeve button down with a black tie, his jacket on the back of the chair. Glasses sat on his eyes, but he removed them once he saw you and put them in his jacket pocket. Holy shit, he looked good. Almost as if he was on a date. No, why on Earth would this man go on a date with you? He probably had multiple women he was seeing and brought home every night. This was just… a meeting. A meeting to discuss what happened. Yeah, that sounds right. 

A smirk slowly crept on his face as he stood to greet you. He said your name so smoothly as he took your hand into his. “It’s good to see you. You look very beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks. Best fifteen dollars I ever spent at a thrift store in Queens. Wait, am I even allowed to say that here?” You asked, looking around in embarrassment. “I meant the best fifteen hundred dollars I spent at a boutique the Queen of England used to shop at in London.”

No one responded, which made San laugh and your face became a little red. “You’re funny, funnier than I remember. No need to worry about that stuff, no one here is paying attention to anyone but themselves. Come, we have lots to talk about.”

“Yes, yes we do,” you agreed as you took your seat. The menu had a variety of options, all out of your paygrade. You didn’t want to say anything right away, so you pretended to look interested in what they had to offer. All of it sounded appetizing, it’s just the price that got you. “So many great options, do you come here frequently?”

“It’s my favorite restaurant in the entire city. Well, not including fast food. I think they have great food and they are great for hosting work dinners. I’m close with the owner,” San explained. 

You nodded your head. “Wow, that’s super cool. I’ve never been here, mostly my work events take place at some center with a lot of conference rooms. I’m happy to be trying something new.”

“It’s a great place, you’ll love it,” he reassured you. “You’re still at Silver Star, right?”

“Yes. I figured you’d know that since… well, the invitation I got yesterday,” you casually remarked. “Unless you had your assistant write it for you and you just signed off on it?”

“No, no I wrote it. I had one of my colleagues drop it off on his lunch break. Cute little company you work for, it fits you,” he answered, his eyes glued to the menu. 

You nodded your head slowly, finally realizing what he meant. “Ah, makes sense. I, um, I saw on the news that you're the CEO of Veridian now. That’s amazing, and a very big honor. I mean, the youngest to ever run the company? Insane.”

San laughed. “Thank you. My dad stepped down and needed a replacement, so he met with his team and they agreed that I should take over. I’m truly grateful. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I’m handling it well.”

“Oh for sure, but you’ll do fine. Veridian is a great company from what I hear,” you reassured him. Silence fell between you for a few moments, but you looked at him and your surroundings, hoping it would blow over soon. “Do you guys sever people?”

“What?” San asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” you shook your head quickly, closing the menu. You worried too much about how quiet was and your mouth acted faster than your head. Hopefully it wasn’t a big deal, you honestly didn’t care. It would be something funny to joke about.

Luckily, he only smiled and ushered the waiter to come over. Only a bottle of red wine was ordered, since it was clear you two still needed more time picking what you wanted. “I hope red is okay with you, this place has the best, I get it all the time.”

“I love red! I’m not picky about my wine,” you told him. “But I glimpsed at the prices and that’s the only thing I can afford, even if we don’t split it. I’m embarrassed and I should of said something right away, but I got distracted and–”

San cut you off before you could finish. “Don’t even worry about it, it’s on me.”

But you rejected his offer, shaking your head. “No, no I can’t let you pay for all of this. It’s too much and I feel really bad. I can split it with you, I’ll probably just have to save a little extra next week. And have ice and soup as my food. It’s really no big deal, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I mean it, it’s on me. I invited you out here on a work night. The least I can do is pay for the meal. I honestly do not mind,” he reassured. 

Though it didn’t feel right to you, you eventually agreed and let it go. This broke the ice and left a gateway open to discuss the real reason why you were here. It had to come out at some point, you weren’t going to leave here without answers. A giant lumped form in your throat as you asked the question of the night. “So, are you ready to talk about why I’m actually here? I mean, we both know it’s because of what I saw, and you haven’t killed me yet. I think you have some things you want to say, so why are we here?”

San chuckled, taking a sip of his water and looking right at you. The eye contact intimidated you, but you held it. It made you feel stronger, somewhat. But before he could answer, the waiter came back and poured you both glasses of wine. You put in your food order, while San just told him his usual. “They know what I like,” he said once the waiter left. 

“I see,” you said. “As I said before, I want to know why I’m here. And I know it’s not because you wanted to treat me to an expensive dinner.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Can’t a guy take a pretty girl out to dinner just because he can?”

You gave him an amused look, taken back by his words. “You do not think I am pretty.”

“I do. I think you’re very beautiful,” he told you with a straight face, saying your name to add emphasis. “And I typically don’t say that on the first date.”

“First date? Yeah, okay,” you playfully rolled your eyes. You took a sip of wine and gathered your thoughts. “Anyways, we’re getting off track, and I’m starting to think you’re deflecting to avoid answering the question.”

San shook his head, trying to hide his smile. “All right, I’ll stop. I’ll cut straight to the point,” he cleared his throat. 

You felt a shift in the conversation, the playfulness now being turned into a serious, direct one. The nervousness came back to you even stronger now. But you could manage it, no matter what. This was the entire point of dinner, it wasn’t going to be all fun and games. It was good that you broke the tension and could talk about it freely now.

“I did invite you here because of what happened the other night,” he started, which was more than obvious. “What you saw wasn’t a real reflection of me. I mean, it doesn’t define all that I am and what I stand for. Something happened, and I was double-crossed by someone I thought I could trust. He was going to murder me, so I had to do what’s necessary.”

You were stunned at all the information. It was unexpected, you assumed it would be something more simple or even a lie, but his words seem genuine. As much as you wanted to know what happened, you figured it would be better to not push it. You didn’t really want to know, it seemed too dark and disturbing. “Wow,” was all you could manage. “Very upfront, I appreciate that. Is the guy okay? I mean, if he did betray you, that isn’t cool. But I hope he’s not . . . like, rotting in the middle of an alley.”

“He’s not, I made sure to get him out before anyone noticed. I don’t know how he’s doing now, but I really don’t care. Fair question, though,” San answered. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just figured I’d ask. But um, if you’re worried that I’m going to say something to my dad or brother, I promise I won’t. I know that doesn’t mean much, but I have no intention of saying anything. I honestly don’t care, it doesn’t involve me.”

The food had come and was placed before you. As the waiter walked away, San said something that took you back once more. “That’s not entirely true.”

Too focused on trying your meal, you finished chewing before you processed what he said. “What?” You asked, very anxiously. The dish made you feel more calm when speaking to him, probably because your hunger had subsided.

San finished his next bite and cleared his throat. “I don’t know how much you know about what your family does, but it’s not good. For any party involved, myself included. A lot of shit is happening and it will be very dangerous. That guy in the alley? He was an asset to me, someone I thought I could trust. He knew stuff about your family, other families, my family. It won’t be safe out there much longer.”

It was almost as if your heart stopped. Your parents had kept you out of their business for as long as you could remember, for reasons you never questioned. Maybe you wouldn’t understand, maybe you weren’t ready, but you just carried on with your life. You knew your family would do anything to protect you if it really came down to it, but why didn’t they tell you about this? You had the right to know if you and your family were in danger, so why haven’t they said anything? Did they not know enough yet? Did they need to work some things out? A million questions ran through your mind as you tried to figure out what was happening.

“Wow! That's, um, a big surprise. I’m not involved in what my parents and brother do, they’ve kept me out of it. They haven’t said much about this situation, either, so it’s a total shock,” you admitted, though you were embarrassed to say that you didn’t know much about what your parents do. Maybe you should ask more questions and get as much information as you can. It could be something you could work towards on your own time.

San nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s all still coming together. I’m trying to put a stop to it before it all falls apart, but it has not been easy.”

“Oh for sure, I can’t even imagine. So, like . . . can I ask how this involves me? I mean, I know my family is involved, but I just mean me specifically, because I genuinely don’t know,” you asked.

“Yeah, no, you have a right to ask,” San started. “I don’t know all of the details yet, your family is good at keeping things confidential. But if shit hits the fan, you’ll be in danger. I know you believe your family has your back, but even they won’t be able to handle this. And I’m not sure you will, either.”

It was silent, you had no idea what to say. The things he said about your family, it didn’t feel right. Sure, you were naive in this space, but you knew when things were true or not true. You were worried that this went deeper, there was something he wasn’t telling you. You wanted to press on and see if you could get more information, but you thought it was best if you held off for now. If you were to meet with San more, you probably would ask at some point later down the line.

You continued to eat and think about your response. San did as well, he seemed understanding of how you were feeling. “All right, I was not expecting that, either. But I appreciate you telling me, I needed to know. What do you think I should do to avoid this? Just so I’m prepared if I have to, like, go to war or something.”

San laughed once more. “You always know how to make someone laugh, even in serious situations,” he smiled. “I have an idea, and it might catch you off guard. But . . . I think you should come stay with me.”

You spit out your wine, coughing loudly. People started to look and San nearly jumped out of his chair to help you. “Shit, maybe I should have said that better. Are you okay?”

It took you a moment to finish coughing and to get it out of your system. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. All good, just . . . holy shit. That completely caught me off guard. Okay, um, that’s a very big step for the first date. I don’t . . . yeah, that definitely blindsided me. Um, why d-do you propose that?”

San had some water before he answered your question. “My family is more at an advantage than yours. You aren’t involved with them that much, but it will still be hard for you to salvage your reputation. Stay with me, and I can protect you. I can make sure no one even looks at your direction. If the truth is aired, I can try and help them, too.”

“Yeah, but that’s an if. If the truth gets out. We might not have to worry about it if you put a stop to it. I appreciate your concern, but I don’t know you at all and quite frankly, our families do not like each other. I just don’t think it is the smartest idea. If shit does hit the fan, then I can protect myself just fine. I’ll figure it out, I always do. But thank you for all of this. Really, I mean it,” you explained in hopes that he would not get upset with you.

He was taken back by your choice, but he didn’t push further. “No, you’re honestly right. It was a good idea in my head, but it’s probably not realistic. I’m sorry, I was just jumping ahead and wanted to prepare.”

You shook your head. “No, you’re totally good. I’d be the same way, and it’s not a terrible idea. If I just knew more of what was going on, then I would be open to considering it.”

“Yeah, I get it,” San said.

By that time, you had both finished your plates, and the waiter came by to collect them. He left a dessert menu before he left. “Do you want to order dessert?”

“Can I take it to-go? It’s getting late and I have to be up a little early for an important work meeting,” you asked.

San nodded his head in a reassuring way, and you quietly thanked him. Silence rose again as you two looked at the menu, deciding what you wanted. The brownie looked delicious, but the key lime pie looked wonderful. The ice cream did, too, but you could easily get that at the grocery store. Now that you think about it, the cheesecake also seemed really good. It was topped with raspberries and–

“You would do anything for your family, right?”

The question took you out of your thoughts. A puzzled look arose on your face as you looked at San, unsure of what he meant. “What?”

“The way you speak about your family, you just seem like you would do anything for them. I can tell you care for them a lot,” San explained. 

You hesitated for a moment. “Well, yeah, they’re my family. Of course I would, I love them so much. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, family is everything to me, too. I’m curious because I just never see you at any events. I see your parents and brother all the time. I see how highly they think of him and how proud they are that he will be taking over as the leader. It must have been a lot of work to get him to that point.”

It felt like a harsh pinch on your arm, a reminder that your parents focused more on your brother than they did on you. It was nothing unexpected, you knew that for a long time, the reminder hurt no matter how hard you tried to forget. You tried to hide it, but the irritation in your face made it hard to do so.

You nodded your head and smiled, like you always did. “From what they told me, it was. But my brother has always been smart and he figured it all out. I am very happy for him, I know he will lead the Sons of Anarchy very well.”

A small smirk formed on his lips. “That’s good. I can’t even imagine how hard they worked to make him get to the place where he’s at now. It would be a shame if they lost all of that and would have to start over. You know how dangerous this life can get.”

It was obvious what he was doing, he was trying to get you to change your mind. Smart, but your mind was set. “For sure, I understand why my parents have kept it from me for so long. I don’t know how they do it.”

“I don’t even know how I do it,” San joked. “I’m just saying, they focus on your brother a lot. If they lost everything, wouldn’t they be so happy to hear that their daughter was the one to save them? The underdog, if you will. The protection, the status, the resources – they would still be there. And it could be all because of you. Now wouldn't that be special?”

The waiter came by and took your dessert order (you decided on the key lime pie while San chose the peanut butter brownie). You barely broke eye contact with him as you did. He was getting under your skin, implanting his words in your mind. But it wouldn’t work, you were firm on your decision. 

On the other hand, he did have a point. Things could turn horribly if San was telling the truth. Accepting his help would mean protecting yourself from those dangers, saving your family from that pain. They focused so much on your brother, it would be nice for a change if they acknowledged your accomplishments. You got nothing from tennis or your grades, and it hurt you. Of course, you didn’t want that to be what they finally recognized, but it was better than nothing. The idea of it seemed nice, but it would only happen if things did become bad. If everything was fine, then what was the point?

San slipped his credit card to the waiter without even looking at the bill. Must be nice, you thought to yourself. When he made eye contact with you again, you were ready to respond. “That does seem special, my parents would definitely be relieved if I got them out of danger. But I think it would be no different if it were my brother saving them, or my aunt or our neighbor. Besides, that’s only if things got bad. Who knows if it will? I mean, that’s what we all want, right?”

“Of course. All I’m saying is, your actions would be appreciated either way. If you chose to step up and save the family no matter what, it would be something your parents would never forget,” San offered. 

It was silent again, because he has a good point. Everything could go completely fine and nothing could come about this, but your family would still be proud. They would still be so happy you protected them and would recognize your efforts. You won in either scenario, whatever way it went.

“You don’t have to make a decision right now. I know you want some time to think about it,” San told you, both of you thanking the waiter as he tipped and signed the check. “I’ll give you my number when we get outside, you can call or text me at any time to let me know. I won’t be upset if you decide not to, I just wanted to offer another perspective.”

You nodded your head and grabbed your purse. San slipped on his glasses and jacket, letting you walk out first. His hand was on the small of your back as he guided you out of the restaurant. You began to worry that people stared at you as you walked out, like they would tell your family or someone bad about who you were with. It was all irrational, however. Like San said, everyone was too busy focusing on themselves.

San spoke to some people briefly before you walked out, exchanging smiles and quick hugs. You could only offer a small smile since you didn’t want to intrude on their time. The city air was busy, per usual, but it was nice to be back in reality after everything. It was a reminder that you still had your life, that everything was still normal (somewhat). 

“Do you only wear glasses for show?” You asked as you followed him to a nearby parking garage. It was easier for the car to pick you both up from there, he explained earlier. Hopefully he still wasn’t trying to kill you. “You took them off when I came in but put them back on when we left. Is it just a signature look you’re trying out?”

A smile crept on his face as he laughed. “Kind of? They help me when I’m reading long documents for work or if I’m on the computer, but I take them off when I have meetings with people like this. I’m starting to like it, though, do you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s not bad. It kinda suits you in this light, so maybe not for every occasion.”

Another laugh fell from his mouth and you let out a small one. “Noted,” he smiled. 

Before you could say anything, a car had pulled up right in front of you. You assumed it was for you, since San wasn’t in a rush to say goodbye. He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Put your number in and call me once you have made a decision. Like I said, take as long as you need, I’ll be around.”

“Thanks,” was all you could muster. There was a lot to think about and you were too exhausted to say anything else regarding that. You stepped into the car and held the door open. “And thank you for dinner, seriously. I appreciate it so much, it was good to see you. Congrats on the promotion!”

San leaned on the door, smiling. “Anytime, it was good to see you, too. I’ll see you next time, Princess,” he said, adding your name for emphasis. 

You gave a small wave and shut the door, trying your best to avoid the color rising in your cheeks. The nickname was unexpected. Some would find it cringy in other situations, but the way it rolled off San’s tongue was so smooth, so nonchalant. It worked well, though you’d never tell him that. 

As you drove off, you nearly vomited in your seat. Well, not really, it just finally hit you that the night was over and you didn’t have to be nervous anymore. You were alive, San didn’t kill you. He was nice, nicer than you thought. But you could finally be at peace and not have to worry about your every move.

His words stuck with you. The danger of the families he mentioned and how he was trying to stop it. You couldn’t tell if San was lying, it was hard to decipher. Why else would he ask you to stay with him in exchange for protection? He randomly invites you out to dinner as a warning and offers a way out of the chaos. It was just so odd and not what was going to happen. 

It seemed ridiculous, if you were being honest. Staying with him? How would that even work? Your parents would never let you, nor would they believe you if you just randomly told them you were moving out. There had to be another reason why San offered this to you, it didn’t add up. You certainly weren’t going to go through with it.

Sure, it would be nice to finally have your family’s approval and have them be proud of what you’ve done. They showed all of that to your brother, and while you loved him, you had enough. When would it be your turn? Haven’t you done enough?

And it would be nice to have a close friend, too. You had no idea what San’s intentions were or if he was seeing someone, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to. He knew about your family’s line of work and was smart, you could confide in him about what was going on and learn more. He could also help you with some work issues, helping you solve problems you were stuck on. 

You were in over your head. It was a nice dinner and that was that. You weren’t going to live with San, you were going to go on with your life as normal. He could just be an acquaintance, someone you saw once in a while for coffee. That in itself was nice, despite wanting more from someone (platonically, of course).

All you knew about your life was that it was normal, or as normal as it could get. Little did you know, however, that this was only the beginning. The world you once knew was going to change, you had entered a world where you could not look back. It scared you, what you might encounter. But what you will come to learn is that the experience would be the best thing to ever happen to you. Even if it left you questioning everything you once knew.

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San had returned home later that evening, a little before eleven. There were some things he needed to take care of before he wanted to go to bed. They didn’t take long, and he was home earlier than expected.

His friends Song Mingi and Jung Wooyoung sat at the kitchen counter in his penthouse. They were playing some sort of card game. Wooyoung was losing, which was evident from the frustrated look on his face. Mingi was celebrating, laughing at the money and other things he accumulated from the game. It was always fun watching these two play, because you never knew what was going to happen.

Wooyoung looked up from his cards and smirked. “Look who’s finally back. Did she agree to move in with you? I bet she’s coming here tonight, who wouldn’t be able to resist Choi San’s charm?”

San shook his head as he set his keys on the counter and grabbed a bottle of water. “No, she declined. I gave her my number to see if she’ll change her mind.”

The two men scoffed. “I knew she wouldn’t give in, she’s not that naive. I told you to just bring her here and show her the place!”

“Aw, relax, would you?” San scolded his friend. “She wouldn’t have come if I had dinner here. Besides, I’m not worried. She’ll come around, I know she will.”

Wooyoung smirked, making his next move in the game. “You sure about this, boss? ‘Cause it’ll all go south if you can’t convince her.”

“Don’t worry,” San smirked. “I have her right where I want her.”

The trio looked at each other before erupting into laughter and pound hugs. With a swift motion, San brought a chair over and began to watch his friend’s game, eager to see how it would unfold.

Choi San wasn’t afraid of many things. He had been tough from an early age. Your immediate rejection of his idea didn’t startle him, he would be surprised if you didn’t. It only fueled him more, motivated him to get what he wanted: you under his roof. It wouldn’t take long to do, even if you were stubborn. San had ways of making things happen quickly, and if he wanted something done, he would make it happen. That included you. 

Soon enough, he would have everything in the palm of his hand. This was only the beginning, but San was prepared to handle whatever chaos the new world was going to throw at you and him. Anything to keep you safe, even if it left him questioning the person he was going to become.

[coochellati]

How many kids do you think Bruno would ideally want to have? And what kind of father do you think he’d be?

Hi!!!! Oooh, this is a super fun question!!!

Before I get into it, I just wanted to say that Maggie (@cornerfortherats) and I had a great discussion over this question, and since some of these thoughts are hers, I wanted to tag her for credit !!

I believe Bruno would want one or two kids, probably leaning toward two. He’d want to ensure he could give equal time and attention to each child without stretching himself too thin. While I think he could handle more than two—okay, leading a team of mafiosos isn’t the same as raising kids, but the leadership skills he’s cultivated would certainly be useful in parenting—that doesn’t mean he *wants* more. And of course, he wouldn’t treat his kids the way he treats his teammates; he would give them much more love and care.

As a father, Bruno Bucciarati would be deeply involved in his children's lives. He wants to give them the kind of life he had before his parents' divorce—one filled with love and warmth.

Bruno would be the type of dad to hug his kids often because he didn’t receive much affection growing up. It can be awkward adjusting to normal levels of affection when you’re not used to it, and he wouldn’t want his kids to experience that. He wants them to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loves them.

Every night, Bruno reads to his kids the way his mother read to him. Those memories are something Bruno is no doubt fond of, and he wants his children to feel that same warmth.

Bruno spends as much time with his children as he can because he feels the best part of his life is spent with his family. He wants to be there for every moment—his children’s first words, first steps, etc. I can totally see Bruno letting his kid dress him up (maybe as a fairy princess for a tea party or something). However, he would not allow anyone to take a photo of him while in costume.

You can bet his children are getting the best education possible. As someone who never had the chance to attend a good school, he wants to make sure his children are well set up in life, and thanks to Passione, he can afford to send them anywhere.

Bruno is the type of dad who would cry when his kids are born. However, it wouldn’t be at the hospital as you might imagine, but alone with his partner and baby. It’s a mix of the usual dad joy and the relief of finally getting to rebuild the family he lost. He feels an unspoken awe and eternal gratitude towards his partner for making their baby, like a "how did you create someone so amazing?" kind of feeling. (This last part only applies if his partner is AFAB.)

He would probably try to quit being a mafioso to focus on family when his first kid is on the way. This would be difficult, especially if he’s already deeply involved, but he’d be concerned about the danger his connections could pose to his new child.

Additionally, he wants to be a role model for his children, and the best way to keep them out of a shady life is to cut ties with Passione entirely. Bruno would never allow his children to join Passione or even come close to it. He would also be very secretive about his past life as a mafioso, shielding his kids from that part of his history. (He may eventually tell them about his experience in the organization when they’re much older.) He’s determined to make sure they grow up loved and safe, ensuring they steer clear of a dangerous path.

Due to his protective nature, he might come across as a stricter parent. In his mind, enforcing order ensures safety, something he didn’t have the luxury of growing up with. Bruno shows this strict side quite often in Vento Aureo, such as when he and his team arrived at San Giorgio Maggiore. Before stepping off the boat, while his team was happily imagining what kind of food they would eat later, Bruno snapped, impatiently reminding them that they were still on a mission. He would be significantly less stern with his children than he is with his team, but still firm.

Overall, Bruno would be an amazing parent. Sure, he may be strict at times, but he doesn’t want total control over his kids—as someone who has a deep understanding of life’s perils, he wants nothing more for them to grow up safe, happy, and most of all, loved.

thanks for the ask!! <3 ily!!

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[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 14 Prompt: Airport and/or Bar

Tags: Established Relationship, Airport Pick Ups, Supportive Wayne Munson, Idiots In Love

wc: 1796 | Rating: G

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Long distance isn’t the relationship Steve and Eddie had dreamed they had when they finally confessed their love together in the Spring of ’88, but they’ve been making it work for years now.

As far as Steve’s concerned they are experts at it now.

They talk every night. Steve from his bedroom in the apartment he shares with Robin in San Francisco, Eddie from his own bedroom in the house he lives in with Wayne two towns over from Hawkins.

Steve tells Eddie about his long days at the office, the responsibilities he’s been shouldered with now that he’s earned his father’s trust to run the West Coast branch of the organization by himself. A feat Steve didn’t even know he wanted until he finally sat down with his father years ago to learn what the man did.

Eddie listens tentatively and returns the favor with his own stories of the day. Life at the plant alongside Wayne isn’t his dream, but it's a steady job that pays the bills. Besides, he likes being near Wayne. Can’t imagine a world where he’s not a hop, skip, and a jump away from the old man who quite literally saved his life more than once.

It’s not like they wanted to create professional lives thousands of miles apart from each other, but it's the cards they’ve been dealt. Sure, they’d love to be under the same roof for more than a week at a time, but they make it work. The real truth is that they’re both too afraid to make the other sacrifice all they’ve built for the other. Resentment is a relationship killer and neither is ready to jeopardize the cozy relationship they’ve built.

So, they make do.

Steve visits often, a perk of being the boss of his branch. Occasionally, he writes them off as business trips and checks in on the Midwest branch while he’s in town. Other times he uses his sick days and vacation days to make the trip out to Indiana.

Every time he flies into the Indianapolis International Airport, Eddie is waiting for him at the end of the jet bridge. The first time, he was decked out in a suit a size too small. A chauffeur cap askew on his head and a handwritten sign with “S. Harrington” scrawled across it that he had leaned on a luggage cart like all the other private chauffeurs waiting for their clients. Steve couldn’t help but burst into laughter the moment he saw him, running to Eddie and giving him a hug that the rest of the passengers side-eyeing them — not because they were two men, but because it was one hell of a greeting for a paid chauffeur.

From that moment on, Eddie committed to the airport greeting bit. The next time Steve flew to Eddie, he was greeted with a giant sign that read “Congrats! You survived prison!” A few times after that, Eddie was standing there with a bouquet of blue balloons and a banner that said “It’s a Boy!” There was the time he pretended Steve was his cheating boyfriend and had a total meltdown at the gate only to leave with Steve hand-in-hand three minutes later. And he can’t forget about the time he roped Dustin and the rest of the kids into making the trip, the lot of them waiting for Steve at the gate with various signs claiming to be his long-lost children.

Aside from getting to spend time with Eddie, his airport arrivals were always the highlight of the trip. He knows Eddie gets a kick out of the theatrics, but there’s a part of him deep down that wishes he could be on the receiving end of the airport shenanigans at least once. Unfortunately, Steve has yet to repay the favor since he’s usually the one making the trip out to Indy.

All that’s about to change though, because after years of asking, he’s finally convinced Eddie and Wayne to take their holiday vacation and come spend Christmas with him and Robin in sunny California.

Which means one thing: It’s Steve's turn to create an epic airport arrival sign.

“How am I supposed to top any of these?” Steve asks, sifting through the hoard of airport signs he’s kept over the years. A beautiful tapestry of their chaotic relationship.

“I don’t think Eddie can be topped,” Robin says, searching through her own stack of neon poster boards.

“I mean…”

“Do not finish that sentence.”

Steve throws his hands up in defense, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his laughter at bay. The last thing he needs is to upset Robin before they come up with a sign idea.

Sighing, Steve lets his head thunk against the mountain of signs. It’s no surprise Eddie is the more creative one of their relationship, but he feels bad he can’t come up with anything even remotely as good as the signs Eddie’s been creating for years.

“Look, Steve,” Robin says, patting his back. “You’re never going to outdo Eddie. He’s theatrical at his core. He lives for being a menace. Stop trying to channel him and channel yourself instead.”

“Is this your way of telling me you find me boring?” he asks, gazing up at her.

“No, dingus! I’m just saying, channel that Romeo side I know is in there,” she says, thrusting her finger into Steve’s chest. “Be sappy. Eddie’ll appreciate it.”

In the end, Steve takes Robin’s advice. He cuts a fluorescent green poster board into a wonky heart — one side longer than the other. Tries three separate times to get “Welcome Home” centered in the middle before he gives up and freehand it. And then, for extra flair, he uses a bottle and a half go glitter glue on the whole thing. They’re going to be finding specks of glitter for weeks, but he thinks it’ll be worth it.

According to the signs, Eddie and Wayne’s flight has already landed and is en route to the gate. Steve stands nervously by the sky gate exit. The sign is still folded in half, wrinkled at the edges from how much he’s fidgeting with it. He had no idea how nerve-wracking it is being on this side of things. It’s silly really. He knows Eddie is going to be happy to see him, sign or no sign, but he can’t help but be a little on edge.

Thankfully, the doors open and a flood of travelers start disembarking from the plane. Steve stands on his top-toes, scanning the tired faces in search of Eddie and Wayne. As the crowd thins out, Steve starts to worry. Maybe they changed their minds? Maybe they missed the flight. Maybe he’s at the wrong gate?

Shit, what if he’s at the wrong gate?

A glance up at the digital sign above the exit, confirms that Steve is in the right place. He breathes a sigh of relief before he goes back to scanning. They have to be coming out soon, he thinks, and starts to unfold the sign. He holds it low, clutched over his chest until he spots a familiar head of unruly curls.

Hoisting it over his head, he shouts, “Eds!”

Eddie’s head whips around at the sound of his voice, eyes shining when he spots him in the thinning crowd. Steve has all of five seconds to brace himself before Eddie launches himself into his arms, crushing the sign between their bodies.

It’s not uncommon for the two of them to hug when they reunite at the airport, but this feels different. Eddie’s arms are tighter around his neck and he’s pretty sure he can hear him sniffling, body slightly shaking in his grasp.

“Eds?” Steve whispers into the mess of curls. “You okay?”

Eddie nods, slowly peeling himself away from Steve. With a little bit of space between them, Steve watches as Eddie’s eyes glance between the smushed sign and Steve’s eyes. Back and forth, back and forth.

Shit, is it too much?

“Really?” Eddie sniffles, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe away a tear. “You want this to be our home? Together?”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Steve certainly hadn’t planned for that. Sure, he’s secretly been hoping that the trip out here would get Eddie and to a lesser extent Wayne to realize how great the city is and finally bite the bullet and move out here. Start the mechanic shop they’ve been planing for years. But Steve knew better than to set expectations too high. He’d never ask Eddie to move for him, just like Eddie would never ask Steve to move back for him.

But now, seeing Eddie smiling, eyes glassy with tears. Well, shit, maybe he should have asked him.

“Wait, you want to move in with me?”

“Sweetheart. I’ve wanted to live with you since the moment we said I love you on the Henderson’s porch.”

It’s not news to Steve, per se. They’ve talked at length about what living together would be like; especially in those early days when their relationship was in that blissful honeymoon phase. Still, the words come as a shock to Steve who stumbles out of Eddie’s grasp for a moment.

Running a shaking hand through his hair, he locks eyes with Eddie. “Why the hell have we been doing long distance for a decade?” he laughs, yanking Eddie back into his arms.

“I thought you weren’t ready! I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Baby,” Steve breathes. He can’t believe this. Have they seriously been suffering in silence for years for nothing? Christ, they’re idiots. “Of course, I want to live with you! I just didn’t want to make you move.”

“Jesus Christ,” Wayne grumbles, shaking his head. He stumbles his way towards them, throwing a hand on both of their shoulders. “You two are idiots, you know that? Told ya both you needed to communicate what ya wanted!” He rolls his eyes, shoving them both. “Could’ve been livin’ in the sunshine instead of snowy Indiana for years now.”

“Hey, who said anything about you moving with us?” Eddie asks, tearing his eyes away from Steve to stare at his Uncle.

“Hate to break it to you, boy. But wherever you go, I go. S’the Munson rule.”

Steve can’t help but laugh as he pulls both of them in for a hug before ushering them through the bustling airport. They fetch their bags and make it safely into his car before they’re on the way. As he pulls away from the San Francisco Airport, Eddie immediately reaches for the car radio.

Before he has a chance to change the channel, the crooning voice of Perry Como starts singing “(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays.”

[thelunarsystemwrites]

🕸!MuffeteerTale Masterpost!🕸

Where all your MuffeteerTale content can be found in one place! TL:DR of the AU—Muffet takes control of Sans's soul, and essentially makes him a puppet during a no mercy route.

COMICS:

(These are organized based off release date, not chronological order!)

Muffteertale. (First comic made.)

Prequel comic. (Needs to be redrawn lol)

Battles.

What's mine is mine.

Left in the dust.

A fight. (Flashbacks!)

ASKS: (note—only asks with art/are important are here!)

Why did Muffet take Sans's soul?

Rules of the fighting rings?

GKSZGIXGCK COMPLIMENT ANON!!

Happy Sans 👍

Can we ask muffet and Sans questions? (Yup!)

Sans's opinion on muffet?

Has muffet tried taking a human soul?

puppeted.

Muffet's services!

Sans VS other... Sans?

Any benefits to working for Muffet?

Sans's spider outfit.

(Tw: slavery/shaming) Do you know how lucky you are?

Does muffet allow Sans to keep any friends?

Sighhhh muffeteer sans is so cool (thanks moot!)

What's his opinion on the human, and, hobbies?

Always alone?

Can I draw Muffeteer sans? (Yup!)

Marshmallows?

ART:

Muffeteer! (Muffet!)

Doodle!

Control. (Lore important!)

Deals a deal. (Lore important!)

Art practice/Teaser.

Muffintin!

Breaks over lol (doodle)

The Card.

Spider Dance.

Happy muffeteer Sans! :3

Picture this...

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Fantastic artists who drew Muffeteer Sans!

"FREEE MY MANN." Featuring Witch Lust, owned by ant1quarian! and Muffeeteertale Sans! (Art by @ant1quarian!)

"Fanart!" (Art by @skullbonezz!)

An art request @maxxmakes did for me, thank you!

Rules below!

When sending an ask, you may ask Muffet, Sans, or me a question directly!

You may ask questions about other characters, story, generally anything!

This AU will cover mature topics. Such as toxic relationships, drug abuse, abuse, mental illness, etc. I highly recommend you be aware of that! (Trigger tags will be added!)

PLEASE do not long-term RP with these characters! You may give them things to a extent, but don't try to add your OC into the story please! (Sidenote: you can send asks AS your OC, but no guarantee it'll be addressed in story)

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[deldaydreams]

Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 4

Intro, part 0.5 , part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 5 , part 6

Tags: @hrhqueenfox , @hasty-desert , @oceanside-pixie , @lianreine , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @cecilebutcher , @ayachansan , @roseapov , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @wonderlandcrown , @nightw-izhu , @moonlight-nightwing , @lorkai , @lucid-stories , @morokumi

Notes: little bit rushed I guess? Well I am working on three other aus at the moment so. I hope you like it.

Warning: yandere stuff, gn reader, English is not my first language…

4 years ago

“Tyranttt!” You moaned.

“I haven't eaten a bite or drank a sip of water for hours. Now you're giving me an exam! “This is not a test, it is torture!” You shouted to the cameras on the wall.

As usual, you were training with Crewel sensei all day long. And it couldn't be said that he was a very kind teacher. He was extra harsh on you, especially compared to the other people he trained.

However, he had especially gotten things out of hand. Today was one of your least favorite days. Surprise exam day. Surprise exams: as the name suggests, you would never know the content and time of the exam. Crewel would put you to the test suddenly, without you even noticing. You especially hated the hands-on ones.

You couldn't eat properly yesterday. You had been training under Crewel Sensei all day. When you returned home, you fell asleep straight away from exhaustion. When you woke up, you found yourself handcuffed in a room. While I was sleepily trying to comprehend what was happening, Crewel Sensei's voice echoed into the room from the ceiling speaker.

“My dear little puppy, guess what time? Correct answer: Surprise exam! Your mission is to get out of the handcuffs and get out of this building within two hours. Let me tell you from the beginning, do not complain, the exam was prepared according to the topics we covered. Then I wish you good luck. Your time has begun.”

-

“Two hours and 6 minutes nch nch. You need to work harder. 8 minutes to get out of the handcuffs, 43 minutes to open all the locked doors, 40 minutes to pass the obstacles... we better tighten up your training."

You just glared at Divus as he seriously analyzed the exam. You're too hungry to bother with that damn practical exam. You just focused on eating your salad.

“I mean, what was slowing you down? Should we increase the number of exams?

“Sensei, it’s just six minutes, I was tired, unprepared-“

“The aim is to prepare you for all kinds of situations.” Crewel interrupted.You grimaced. You weren't in the mood to argue with him right now.

While Crewel was talking about your mistakes, there was a knock on the door. It was Sam.

“Sam-san!” Your eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of your savior. Whenever Crewel scolded you or increased your training hours, he would save you from Crewel like a savior angel.

“Excuse me to interrupt, but Boss wants the little imp.” said Sam.

“Huh, now? Why does he want Y/n?” Crewel asked with a grimace.

"Who knows. By the way, get it while you're at it.I brought the information you requested.”

He handed Crewel a package. Meanwhile, you escaped at the first opportunity you had and went to Crowley, the head of the mafia.

-

“Looks like Crewel gave you one of his wonderful exams again, hmm?” The masked man asked, as he poured a tea for you.

"Yes sir."

Dire Crowley is the head of one of the largest organizations in the Underworld and also your protector who took you in when you were ten years old. You had always wondered how such a goofy and slightly weird guy became the head of the mafia.

Once, when you asked Crewel sensei about this, he told you these words.“If you only knew what that man did… Anyway, just be careful with him. He is…the devil himself.”

“You've been with me for a long time, Y/n, and the time has finally come.”He handed you a file.

“Congratulations, you are now an official member of the mafia and here is your first target.”

You started examining the file.

“This man was a traitor we had been looking for a long time. He poses a great danger to the organization. I want you to get rid of him.”

———

Current time

You were on something soft. You opened your eyes slowly. You felt a pain in your shoulder.

“Jamil! Y/n woke up!”

You heard a joyful familiar voice. The owner of the voice hugged you with joy. Kalim. You tried to comprehend the events in a dazed manner.

That's right, Floyd shot you last and you fainted from blood loss while running with all your strength. And apparently Scarabia had caught you.

“Oh Y/n you really had me worried. If you only knew how scared I was when I saw you like that, shot and unconscious."

You didn't reply. You just stared blankly at Kalim.

“Yes Y/n you had us all so worried.” Jamil entered the room. He had a black agenda in his hand and was wearing a suit. Now if you look carefully, Kalim was also wearing a suit. The welds of weight on his wrists jingled as he turned to survey the room. Oh you were chained.

“Is it allowed to keep such things in the hotel room?” You said.

“Oh, I'm sorry, we brought the silver ones with us because we came here in a hurry, but don't worry, we have gold ones at home.” said Kalim innocently.

You loved Kalim, his sweet and pure nature prevented you from venting your anger on him. You gritted your teeth. You looked at Jamil.

“Kalim, you better go now, you need to greet our guests for the meeting. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Jamil dragged the manager out by force.

“But Jamil-“

“Don't worry, nothing will happen. They are both injured and the whole hotel is full of guards.”

After Kalim left, a grin appeared on Jamil's face that you had never seen before. A familiar and yet disturbing grin.

“Congratulations, you are truly someone who lives up to the title of the boss's right-hand man. Sorry, his former right-hand man. You know Kalim was so panicked it was hard for me to calm him down. Especially when you suddenly disappeared he stopped working, coming to meetings…You owe me for this.”

You didn’t answer. You knew he was trying to provoke you.

“I wonder what would have happened if those documents had never arrived? Would the boss throw you aside? Would you be his heir after all the training you received?”

You tried to hold yourself back.

"Who knows." You replied.

A burst of laughter broke out from Jamil. He approached you.

“Oh, you are really tough. It's not easy to break you, but don't worry, we have plenty of time. The doctor will be coming soon to change your bandages, so don't be a hassle. I notified room service for you to have breakfast.”

And he left the room.

You laughed. Oh apparently Crewel Sensei was right. Training would really come in handy.

-

Once you were free of the chains, you got into the bed and waited for the doctor.Indeed, as Jamil said, the doctor came about fifteen minutes later.You quietly waited for him to approach you on your bed.

“Excuse me, Y/n-san are you awake?”

You didn't reply. Just as the doctor was bending over to lift the blanket on you, you jumped on top of them and gagged them with one of the sheets before they could scream. You undressed the poor doctor while they were struggling in chains made for you.

“I'm sorry, but you know I have to run away. And my clothes are a little off for that.”

You were careful not to attract the suspicion of the guards as you left the room dressed as a doctor. You started walking away from there with normal steps.

Indeed, as Jamil said, there was protection everywhere. As you were about to get into the elevator, you noticed the guards talking on the phone, then they all hurriedly dispersed. Apparently room service had found the poor doctor.

You changed direction. You walked calmly but quickly and pulled the fire alarm. And as you wish, chaos broke out.

While people were screaming and running in panic, you mixed in with them. And you finally reached the exit.

When you left the hotel, you hailed a taxi with the money you got from the poor doctor.

“To the amusement park,” you said to the driver.

Then you called that number with the phone you got from the doctor.

“Hey it's me Y/n. It's time to pay me back. Be at the amusement park. Don't forget to bring a vehicle and weapon with you. You better be on time, Snow White."

-

“Looks like your training has paid off, Crewel.”The masked man said in a sarcastic tone.

“It's truly incredible, but it's a shame that such a person is a traitor.” said Trein as he caressed Lucius.

“Well, talent is in their blood, after all, he was like that too when he was young.” said Vargas.

“I have work to do. With your permission,” Crewel stood up sharply.

“Oh Crewel, don't be angry-“ but before Crowley could finish his sentence, Crewel spoke angrily.

“You hate it the most when we talk about him. Didn't you declare him a traitor to take over, and completely erased Ramshackle from the mafia? And now you're sacrificing them for your executives."

Crowley smiled under his mask.

“Crewel Crewel, are you really going to play innocent? You were the one who gave them those documents. If they didn't know anything, maybe we would still be living in peace. But no problem. After this game, we will return to our peaceful life again."

[getmehighonmagic]

“You don’t look like you’re having a very good time,” a soft voice suddenly startles him from his thoughts. Henry’s entire body jerks and he spills some of his drink down the front of his shirt. “Oh, bloody-” He leans over to put his drink on the table and starts wiping at his shirt. “No, I’m- It’s not that, it’s-” He glances fleetingly at the stranger and then down at his shirt again, before his brain finally registers that oh, glasses, dark curls, white smile, exposed chest. Henry’s head snaps back up and his lips part in astonishment. Handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it. Him. “Hi,” the man says, then chuckles. He hands Henry a napkin and gestures towards one of the other chairs at the table. “Would you mind?” or, Henry and Alex meet on vacation in San Francisco and an instant spark between them has both of them unable to let the other go. With only two weeks to spend together and the knowledge that it can't last beyond that, it's just a massive, insurmountable recipe for disaster. Or is it?

Hiiiiii omg! ♥

So it's been so long since I posted anything, including WIP Wednesdays or Sentences Sundays, but it's because I was working so hard on this and I didn't want to spoil too much, haha! Anyway, here I am!

This is probably my proudest, most beloved work I've ever written. I'm so excited to finally share it with the world and I really hope you'll love it too!

I'll just tag my usual list of people below :) Have so much fun reading it and thank you so so so much for being patient with me ♥

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[meloveanimeforreal7604]

I'm doin this.

@8thekat @toxicmask @midnightrey yalllllllll get pinged

So. I recently found out from looking through some of Killer!Sans' comic and just the Killer!Sans tag here in Tumblr for a specific Killer meme I didn't find it so wtv. BUT I found a different discovery about my fav skele.

Warning for discussion of blood, death/killing, and medical and psychological issues involving vampirism.

Killer drinks blood.

Ok? Ok. So at first I'm a little unnerved by this and I run to some friends I was trying to find a meme for specifically and that was when I made this discovery and booked it to them and they called Killer a vampire.

But I'm really curious as to what this condition is. So, I did some research. To discover that Killer has a mental issue called Vampirism. Yes, the name is derived from the fictional vampire.

Although, the people who do have vampirism aren't doing it on purpose like the fictional vampire. Those who do have it or seem to have it have been diagnosed with mental issues that correlate with it or have deep-rooted trauma but often times (not all the time) don't believe themselves to be a vampire cases in point. But have issues with figuring out what is reality and what isn't. (Sounds like a certain skeeeleeee)

Auto-Vampirism (consumption of own blood) stems from a younger childhood-age traumatic event relating to blood and mixing the blood with pleasure. This pleasure can be anything, physical or emotional. Either way, the mind mixes it up and becomes very confused, and it chooses to correlate that physical/emotional satisfaction with consuming a persons own body. Small things like this can be picking open scabs to even bigger things to cutting deep in locations where veins are to satisfy that need for their own blood.

What I think Killer has is General Vampirism (Consumption of A Different Organisms Blood)

This roughly stems from the same thing, though it correlates more with schizophrenia/necrophilia the only difference is patients with General Vampirism, they are having a current episode of schizophrenia and can't get a grasp on realty or in a case where it felt like they HAD to their mind completely turning against them and had to satisfy the need for blood by committing violence towards another being. This can be animals and people. General Vampirism is also developed around heavy trauma relating to blood, just not during childhood.

Do with that information with what you will. This is some real stuff that I research on legit medical site about a case study and general info.

How does this relate to Killer?

As I said at the very start, Killer is found to be drinking blood, from a mug in an ask. (I'll post the images at the end) He exhibits schizophrenia often to the point where he gets confused and has to do reality checks by touching people as a way for him to figure out that they aren't another of his hallucinations. I think he may have vampirism. I'm not too sure which one, because of the fact that we, as the viewer, don't know who's blood he's exactly drinking in the image. While it may be leaning towards General Vampirism, because there isn't really any childhood trauma that comes to Killer as what happens to him lore-wise he is still a Sans from a child up until Frisk falls down into the Underground. Killer having killed a lot of monsters with Chara (eventually killing her as well) has that traumatic events relating to blood, as the blood was likely used as a source of pleasure or something to seek as a goal because of the mass amount of killing and causing suffering towards those he hurt with/without her. Including the amount of time spent with Nightmare, he may have even allowed or forced Killer to do it because it adds to the whole emotionless killing machine persona that he wants to build for Killer to be the perfect tool for him and to prevent others to try and reach out to Killer but to fear ever being near him. Personally, that is terrifying. I wouldn't want to be near a skele notorious for mass-murder, fully capable of doing it without a blink of an eye socket!

Either that or Nightmare may just think it's repulsive and disgusting in general and would punish Killer for doing so. Who knows.

But that is my thoughts on why I think Killer has General Vampirism sorry if it's really angsty angst but I enjoyed writing this and I like learning abt the different medical and psychological stuff abt my fav characters.

Said images I was referencing

I'm not losing my mind abt this- that's BLOOD RIGHT THERE- he has stated that he DONT EAT AND CHOOSES TO COLLECT HIS VICTIMS BLOOD AND DUST- WHAT HE IS DRINKING IS BLOOD IM NOT CRAZY-

[milaisreading]

Hi, I wanted to say i love your blue lock fanfic and is it possible for me to request a short story about manger reader and the boys fighting in who will sit next to her on the bus and to the character who got to sit next manger reader was getting death stares/glares because she feel asleep on them and began to like cuddle up on them while being asleep

(And if you make this is wanted to say thank you so much for making this ❤️)

Author:Hii! I hope you like this and thank you sm for reading and requesting! Have a great day and stay safe🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/ her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Once in a blue moon Ego shows some mercy to his players, Anri and (Y/n), and surprises then with something. Whether it's an extra day off or for a day the players and the manager can eat whatever they wish. Today was one of the days where Ego and Anri had organized a small trip to Osaka. The group was pretty excited as they were able to visit some shrines as well as some malls. The last part was mostly exciting to Reo, (Y/n) and Aryu who went looking for clothes, while the rest were either at a nearby arcade or food restaurant.

"That looks cute! You should get it." Aryu comments as (Y/n) showed them a sweater she found.

"Yeah~ it would look nice with that skirt." Teo added, pointing at the item with a grin. (Y/n) looked at the skirt and then at the sweater. Then went to look a little bit closer at the skirt.

"Hmmm~ It does look cute Reo-" (Y/n) froze in her spot as she looked at the price tags of the two.

'Is...is this made out of gold?! My time in Blue Lock made me forget how expensive living is...' The girl looked and looked back at Reo and Aryu, laughing nervously.

"Ahh~ now that I think of it, it will just be a waste. I have nowhere to wear it, anyways." She said rather quickly and put the sweater away.

"Huh? You seemed so excited about it. It would look really cute" Reo urged as Aryu chimed in.

"Beaides, if wearing it nowhere is an issue I have a suggestion. I will take you out on a date-"

Reo kicked the taller boy's leg before he could finish his sentence and sent him a side-glare.

"Still I can't-"

(Y/n) was interrupted by her phone ringing and she handed the sweater to Reo.

"It's Ego-san." She simply said and left to take the call.

"You are not as smooth as you think, Aryu." Reo said, his smile dropping as the taller rolled his eyes.

"Learned it from the best."

"Whatever, it's not like she will pick you in the end, we all know I have the upper hand." Reo said, inspecting the sweater, trying to find the issues.

"You with that hair can only dream of it."

'Hmmm...' Reo thought as he looked at the sweater.

"Guys, we need to get to the bus." (Y/n) said, returning to the duo. Aryu nodded his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Reo.

"Reo, hurry up." (Y/n) exclaimed.

"I will be there in a minute, I need to call my mom." Reo said nervously, hoping she won't catch his lie. Thankfully Aryubwas there and he didn't really care much about Reo, so he just kept pulling her away.

"Let's go~"

"I call dibs." Isagi announced as the rest looked at him in confusion. The part of the group that was scattered around the mall was already at the bus and waiting for the trio to come back.

"What dibs? To sit next to the window, I already claimed it as my spot!" Bachira exclaimed, earning a sigh from Rin.

"Can you both just shut up?"

"Where did Nagi go?" Niko asked, looking around the place as Karasu pointed at the bus.

"The sleepy genius went into the bus."

"No, I call dibs on sitting next to (Y/n)." Isagi answered back, catching the attention of the others.

"What? Why you?" Chigiri retorted, causing Isagi to smile.

"Because, I am her favorite."

"Since when?! If anything, I am, I cause her the least amount of trouble." Gagamaru sent the boy a challenging glare. Kunigami cleared his throat and pointed at himself.

"I think I should call dibs, since I am the one who helps her around in my free time."

"Ok, muscleman that gives you still no rights." Chigiri rolled his eyes.

"(Y/n) tells me most of her concerns and issues she has. So I am her favorite, with that I deserve sitting with her." The redhead said proudly as Baro chimed in.

"You peasants don't even deserve being in the same room as her, let alone be her favorites. She should sit next to me, also I am better to lean against."

"Please,I am a much softer option. She also is the calmest around me. Best option for a long trip from Osaka." Hiori said, earning a slap from Kurona.

"We are basically the same, Hiori. So I am just as good, even better than you."

"You and your shark teeth should need to get in their lane." Kurona and Hiori glared at each other as Karasu chimed in.

"To make things less complicated, I will sit next to (Y/n). After all, I make her laugh the most."

"It would be quite romantic if (Y/n) sat next to me. Just like all the cute couples do." Otoya sighed dreamily

"No!" The rest yelled.

"Why are they arguing now?"

Niko blinked at looked over as  (Y/n), Aryu and Reo approached them.

"Ah... the usual." The black-haired boy commented as (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders.

"I am too tired for this... I will leave it to Ego-san." The girl yawned as Aryu, Yukimiya and Reo tried to shut them up, afraid that Anri and Ego might punish them.

Using the opportunity, Niko ran after (Y/n) and stopped her before she entered the bus.

"Can we sit together, (Y/n)?"

"Hmm... sure!" She smiled and the duo walked inside.

Short to say the ride back to Blue Lock was tense as Niko kept receiving death glares from the others, especially after seeing (Y/n) fall asleep on him.

"Sleep with one eye open..." Karasu whispered ad Kurona huffed. Niko didn't pay much attention to them, feeling happy at the moment and at peace.

'This feels nice...' He sighed, ignoring Nagi's constant complaining and telling him that Reo will write him out a check if they switched spots.

"I will buy you an island too, just move." Reo cried out.

"No thanks~"

[atzlovr]

Through blood and petals

Pairing: Mafia!san x fem! reader

Series masterlist

Warnings / tags : angst, san gets traumatized, ateez mafia, san is in said mafia ,

Wordcount : 1K

Series Summary : San let his guard down once, and it cost him everything. Now, he’s built his walls higher than ever.Living with the weight of his past. But when a kind hearted florist enters his life, his carefully guarded world starts to crack. He swears he won’t make the same mistake twice; but some things are impossible to resist.

Chapter 1.5 : Fourth of july

“I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best. Though it never felt right“

San didn’t know what to do after that. He didn’t have anywhere to go, he couldn't return to the apartment. He couldn’t bear seeing her lifeless body draped over a place he once called home. His world was a wreck. He was a wreck. San needed something, anything, to drown out the pain.

His body moved on autopilot, walking into an underground bar. The place was dimly lit, with the low hum of conversations in the background. The soft clink of glasses and the faint strains of jazz made it the perfect place for him to just... exist. He sat at the edge of the long bar, not noticing how the blood had stained his neck and long coat. San ordered a double shot of whiskey, on the rocks. He knew it wouldn’t be his last of the night.

“Rough night?” the bartender asked, eyeing his bloodstained clothes but not questioning it.

San just nodded, his gaze distant.

That’s when he felt it. A presence beside him. A man, sharply dressed, exuding an air of unshakable confidence that seemed to fill the space around him.He slid into the stool next to San, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Was he here for revenge? Did one of them survive? Was he here to kill San the same way he had killed his brethren?

“Yikes, It’s easy to kill in anger, but it rarely leads to anything good after.” the man said smoothly, as if he hadn’t just accused San of a crime- one he had committed, but a crime nonetheless.

San turned his head to look at him, eyes narrowed and threatening. But the man wasn’t fazed.

“I’m Jung Wooyoung,” the man continued, “from the Black Pirates. But you probably knew that already.”

San gripped his glass tightly, but no words escaped him. The Black Pirates. He’d only heard their name in news reports: “fighting for justice,” “the Robin Hood of the mafia.” . Yeah, right. He wondered how corrupt they really were under their mask of justice.

“I’ve been watching you,” Wooyoung continued, unbothered by San’s silence. “You have potential. You wasted your talent on imbeciles who couldn’t handle it. But the Black Pirates? We could use someone like you.” He paused, taking a sip of his cocktail, letting the silence hang between them for a moment. Then he met San’s eyes, searching for a response in the depths of his black orbs.

“I don’t work with organizations,” San muttered, his voice rough from not speaking. He took a long sip from his glass, the alcohol burning his throat as he forced it down. He didn’t trust Wooyoung. He didn’t trust anyone anymore. But Wooyoung wasn’t wrong; he had thrown away what little power he had, letting it rot in the hands of those who never saw it for what it was. He'd been a pawn, and look where it got him.

Wooyoung chuckled softly. “Of course you don’t, San. You’ve been disrespected so many times, treated like a toy." He stood up, tossing money onto the bar as he grabbed his coat. “But our door is always open for you. The Black Pirates have a place for you, Choi San.” He handed him a business card. “I hope this isn’t the last time I see you.”

A few months later, San decided to give in. He joined the Black Pirates.

Joining them wasn’t an easy decision. He’d been betrayed, manipulated, and used too many times to believe in harmony or loyalty. Every step he took into the world of the Black Pirates felt like walking on thin ice. Each new face was a potential threat. But over time, they proved to be more than just an organization. They were a family: flawed, complex, and messy. But a family nonetheless.

Hongjoong, the leader, wasn’t a tyrant like San expected. He didn’t rule with fear but with respect. He didn’t demand loyalty but earned it with every decision he made. Seonghwa was the right-hand man, always seen beside Hongjoong. His calming presence, almost motherly at times, brought a sense of balance to the group that San couldn’t fully explain. Yunho, the messenger, had a boyish charm and energy that made everyone around him smile. He handled all communication, ensuring that plans went smoothly and everyone was in sync. Yeosang was the mapper, working closely with Yunho. His meticulous attention to detail ensured that every move was strategically sound. Mingi was the explosives expert. He specialized in destruction;creating diversions and distractions, and using firepower to devastating effect. Wooyoung, the recruiter, was always on the lookout for those with potential. He could spot talent from a mile away, and his role was to bring in the right people who could contribute to the Black Pirates. Finally, Jongho was the tactician. He worked with Yunho and Yeosang, ensuring that each mission was executed flawlessly, down to the last detail.

With each passing day, San found himself trusting them more; not easily, not without hesitation, but they gave him space to grow, to heal. The way they fought for each other, how they picked each other up after every loss, reminded him of what it meant to care for someone again. In another life, in a different universe, they could have been just a group of best friends. Laughing, living without the weight of violence. But in this world, they were the closest thing to family San had. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone.

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As San struggled with the weight of loss, he found a small ritual to ease the pain. Every week, he would visit an old flower shop at the edge of town. The scent of flowers lingering in the air like a faint memory. He would buy a fresh bouquet of roses, her favorite, every time. His hands would shake as he held them, the short walk to her grave feeling longer with each passing week. The silence around him seemed to stretch on forever.

When he finally stood before her grave, he would place the roses carefully, as if that small act could somehow bridge the distance between them. It never made the pain disappear, but it was the only moment he felt tethered to something that wasn’t pure loss. In some way it allowed him to feel close to her, to honor her in a world that seemed to have forgotten everything he once held dear.

CHAPTER 2:WILDFLOWER- OUT NOW

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