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HAN LUE HEADCANONS PT. 3

pairing: han lue x waitress!reader

word count: 8.7k

warnings: smut

notes: part 3 is finally here! so sorry for the delay. i wanna say thank you for all the love on part 1 and 2 as well as in the requests. this will be the last part of the waitress!reader headcanons for now. i left the ending open to give myself space to come back and add more if i'd like. i've been thinking of doing a mini series of han and that other person that comes up in the end (sorry im trying not to give anything away).

if you guys want me to expand on any part of the headcanons even if it's just a one liner let me know and maybe i can write a small drabble or oneshot on it.

i have my fingers crossed that you like how it turns out. i definitely have a favorite part of this particular part of the headcanons. again, thank you! enjoy!

ps. want to add a little warning that these headcanons might not be the most grammatically correct in terms of punctuation just because i don't go deep editing. it's a choice i make but if you've read my oneshots you know i am better than this lol.

PT.2

-everyone has a side of the bed, you and han are not an exception. from the first moment you slept over at han's the side farthest from the door has been your side.

-on a random day the conversation comes up and you ask han why the side closest to the door is his side. he tells you it's in case an intruder were to break in (which is highly unlikely) you'd have time to escape.

-lowkey all this time you guessed he picked that side because it's right under the ac vent and he gets hot at night. so you call out his bullshit and he admits that's partly the reason, but what he said remains true, it's safer for him to be right by the door. ridiculous because there is no way you are going to run away and leave han to fend for himself.

-talking about apartments and sides of beds. when you moved out of your place you brought along a box or two of knick knacks that couldn't be stored in a warehouse. you placed them strategically around han’s (now both of yours) apartment.

-han admits he likes having a shared space with you. you gave it a different flare with your decorations. or simply, you took away the fact that it was a former bachelor pad.

-he likes coming home to you everyday. whenever you stay with mindy, for one reason or another, it feels lonely. something he'd never felt before. it's like somewhere along the way he got attached to you and now he's constantly seeking you out.

-one thing han detests though is the abundance of pillows on his bed. you don’t even use all of them! before going to bed you throw them by the chair on the corner of the room. he says it's pointless, you say it's decor.

-because you have a semi normal schedule now you have more time to visit han at his garage. you make sure to talk a bit with reiko and han's other friends but most of the time he steals you away from them.

-if the crew at han's garage is not careful they run the risk of finding you and han in compromising positions. you try to prevent han from getting carried away but it's hard when you want him just as much. you've had to apologize to twinkie and sean one too many times. poor boys can't even look you in the eyes after what they've witnessed.

-han is the type of guy to tell you to check something out under the hood of the car despite you warning him you don't know shit about cars. he couldn't care less, it's an excuse to see your ass bent over his car.

-you would be talking to him about how it all looks like a bunch of scrap metal when you feel him pressing up against your backside. you'd look over your shoulder and han would say 'everyone went out to grab a bite. thought i'd have mine right here, baby.'

-you would roll your eyes at him but would push up against him nonetheless. in record time he'd push down your pants and underwear and sink his cock into you. you hang on to whatever part of the car you can as han thrusts repeatedly into you. 'you look so fucking pretty, baby. should’ve gotten you like this sooner.’

-all this time you're moaning and calling out his name. until he suddenly slaps his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. with slow deep thrusts he'd lean down to whisper in your ear 'fuck, baby. they're back, but don't worry i'm almost done. just keep quiet for me.'

-han knows his way around your body so with precise touches to your clit and the angle of his thrusts he makes you cum quickly which prompts his orgasm as well. his near silent grunts are music to your ears.

-by the time sean comes looking for him han is bent besides you on the car pointing at something called a radiator. had he been there 5 seconds earlier he would've found han tucking himself into his jeans and you pulling up your pants.

-with han's help you get the restaurant running in eight months. it was a long eight months filled with work, day and night. the old diner was remodeled in its entirety which included kitchen, storage area, and dining space.

-you lovingly named the restaurant CATCH MY DRIFT. it's cheesy and punny but you love it. you found it necessary to pay homage to han in some way.

-the soft launch is successful thanks to your staff, some of which are the same people you worked with when it was a diner. you and han invited friends and other important people who would help spread the word about your little restaurant.

-mindy was in charge of the restaurants social media. she made it her mission to help you succeed and she did a wonderful job. she took beautiful pictures of both the restaurant and you. the socials began gaining a following pretty quickly thanks to her and her abilities.

-after the first official day of the restaurant being open and all the staff left, you prepared a table with candles and rose petals. there is one last person you had to serve for the night.

-han had been there with you through it all. he's been your support through every sleepless night and anxiety attack due to your fear of failing. he made last minute runs to get anything you might've forgotten and forced you on aimless drives around town to get your mind off things.

-han made your dream a reality. han wove himself seamlessly through all your hopes and dreams and became an integral part of them. now you can't see your life without him by your side.

-han returned to the restaurant under the impression he was going to pick you up. you might not work the night shift as a waitress anymore and you know how to drive now too, but he'll always pick you up and take you home. it gives him time to talk to you before you go through your night routine, head to bed and he heads out to the races or any other errand he has to run.

-when he enters he sees the romantic setting and you waiting for him in a beautiful red dress. you smiled softly at him and took his hand in yours.

"what's all this?" han asks, following you to the table where you pull his chair out for him.

"it's a thank you," you say, walking around the table to find your seat that faces him.

"you didn't have to, baby. you've been working all day," han shakes his head, although there's a grin plastered in his face. he appreciates what you've done.

you've told him countless times how much it means to you everything he's done. the moment he walked into your life he changed it all for the better.

"maybe i didn't, but i wanted to. all of this was possible because of you," you tell him, grabbing his hand that lays on the table, "will you let me start making it up to you?"

-it's come up on your late night conversations how you're guilty of han spending so much money on you. the last thing you want is to make him believe you're with him for the money. so you take each opportunity that presents itself to make it up to him.

"alright. what you got?" han asks.

you uncover the dinner plates to reveal a simple bacon burger with fries. no pickles. han's smile spreads even further touched by the gesture. it's been a long time since he's had one of these.

"i figured you missed your order considering i have been feeding you fancy dishes all these months," you chuckle, remembering all the tastings han had to go through. "i'll always have a stock of burgers and fries just for you. all you have to do is ask."

"have i told you i love you," han says, lacing your fingers together.

you hum quietly, pretending to think and say, "not today." you bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it.

"i love you, baby," han repeats for the first time today but for the thousandth time since he said it first.

-there are times where han runs out of his snacks and doesn't have access to a store immediately. wether it's because he's at the races or driving around the country side or any other reason.

-when this happens he gets really antsy. he'll pick at loose threads, or at the skin around his fingers, he'll drum his fingers against something, or his leg will bounce. it's very noticeable that something is bothering him.

-it happens while on a trip around europe. han planned it as a vacation for the two of you for your second anniversary. he (you) had exhausted all his snacks and you were about an hour away from civilization. an idea suddenly pops into your head, han wants to have his hands and lips busy and you have the perfect thing.

-you take off your seatbelt and lean over the center consol. han doesn't question you until you kiss his cheek down to his neck.

"what're you doing, baby?" he murmurs, his eyes briefly looking at you before they return to the long stretch of pavement.

"making you crave something else," you whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe.

"get in my lap," he immediately responds. han's pretty tall so there's a huge gap between his chest and the steering wheel, leaving his lap free for you to sit on. 'if i fits i sits' style.

-you don't hesitate, since you've adopted han's risky behavior. once in his lap he catches his lips on yours. the focus he has to maintain on the road while kissing you is enough to make him forget his cravings.

-you eventually forget what lead you to this as you get lost in the kiss. it's not often you get to take the upper hand. taking advantage of the situation you slip your tongue inside han's mouth, massaging his tongue with yours.

-when he makes it to a gas station in the middle of nowhere he parks far away from the pump. you whine about having to walk the long distance to the convenience store.

"i need you now, baby," he grunts, grabbing the back of your neck to smash his lips against yours and showing you his true intentions.

"hannie this car is tiny, it'll be so uncomfortable," you whine against his lips.

"it's either the half a millon car or the public bathroom," he breathes, lifting your dress without waiting for your answer.

"i can make it work here," you huff, straddling him. you bump your head on the roof of the car but han quickly pulls you down flush against his covered cock.

"that's what i thought," he groans into your mouth as you grind against him.

-when you finish your risky endeavor you stumble out of the car and speed to the bathroom to clean yourself. han goes inside to grab snacks and pay for gas. he grabs snacks for you as well seeing that was what led him to run out in the first place. you made up for it in your own way though.

-in terms of your family, you haven't talked to them in about four years. once you spoke up about hating your college major and the fact you were gonna switch they presented you with a choice. continue the path your father paved for you or leave.

-you gave it a lot of thought. you finished your semester and everything. but in the end you decided you didn't want it. you hated your classes and was miserable. so you left. and your father told you not to come back unless you got your priorities straight.

-mindy took you in, let you live with her while you found a new place to live and a job. without your parents support you couldn't afford the culinary school you wanted to go to. with what little savings you had you got your apartment and soon found a job in the american themed diner.

-the diner was your saving grace. they let you stay on the overnight shifts. you didn't have a family to go to, you didn't exactly go to school during the day either, so it worked.

-you had other jobs along with the diner but none lasted and then han came along and it all changed for the better.

-you think about your family often. you remember your parents and sisters birthday and the anniversaries. when those days come along you keep yourself occupied.

-one night you and your staff are cleaning after a long shift and the door chimes as someone enters. you ignore it believing it's han that's come to give you company and take you home, but someone clearing their throat makes you look up.

-your mom stands there, she's still the same as the last day you saw her. her clothes are as expensive as ever, her shoes and bag matching perfectly.

"i thought i'd find you here," she speaks smoothly with her head held high as she assesses the restaurant.

"how did you find me?" you ask not giving her the pleasure to have your full attention as you finish wiping down tables.

"there's been buzz going around about a brand new restaurant. one of my friends came and saw you," she goes silent. "she was right, it's a nice place, is this all yours?"

"is there something you want?" you ask her, finally facing her. you didn't feel inclined to go on to explain your mysteriously wealthy boyfriend funded it.

"we need to talk," she tells you plainly as if she hasn't lost the right to speak to you.

"we're talking," you huff, ignoring the true meaning of her words.

"in private," your mom grits, grabbing hold of your arm much like when you were younger and refused to listen.

-to avoid a scene you know she's fully capable of making you guide her to your office. it's simply decorated with a desk and a few chairs scattered around. there's a white board on the wall where you write down your menu ideas and to do lists. there are also sticky notes on it that han has left behind throughout the months. some are sweet and encouraging and some are naughtier with innuendos and inside jokes.

"talk," you say when she stands in the middle of the room taking it all in.

"is that a way to treat your mother?" she scolds you.

"we haven't seen each other in four years and you suddenly come here. just say what you have to say," you angrily exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i never agreed with what your father did," she then reveals.

"and yet you didn't do a single thing about it. either way, he got his perfect daughter" you humorlessly laugh, referring to your sister who did everything your father expected of you. "is that why you're here? to suddenly apologize?"

"i want you to come back home," she responds.

you shake your head, "that's not happening. i have a life and i can't drop it just because you want me to. besides it's not like dad wants me there."

"he does, he's too stubborn to admit it, please come back," your mother pleads, forcefully grabbing your hand in hers.

"why now? i refuse to believe this is coming out of nowhere." you rip your hand from hers and a disappointed expression crosses her face.

"your dad is sick. the doctors don't think he has a lot of time," she gulps, turning her back to you.

you're quiet as you process her words, "i'll think about it. if you'll excuse me i have a restaurant to take care of."

you leave her behind and see her walk out of the restaurant soon after. your mind remains busy there after as you mull over her words.

-days go by of constantly thinking about it. han notices the moment he picks you up that night but wants to give you time to bring it up. except you don't.

-three days later he finds you in his bathroom, deep in your thoughts in his bathtub, the water a bright pink from a bathbomb you must've used.

-he gets in the tub with you. the water is still hot as he sinks in and sits behind you. you must've gotten in not long ago. instantly you relax against him. han wraps his arms around you, tracing figures against your stomach and thighs.

"rough week, baby?" he murmurs in your ear.

"mm yes, the delivery came late, not once but twice. burned my finger, cut my finger, burnt some food, feel like a loser," you list out, rubbing his thighs which are around you.

"it's one bad week, among a sea of other good ones," he reminds you, lacing his hands with yours.

"hope so or i'm retiring at the ripe age of twenty six," you smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his jaw.

"it's okay. i'll be your sugar daddy," he jokes with you. although he definitely would be your sugar daddy if you decide not to work another day in your life.

-theres a glass of wine by the bathtub that han notices. you only drink wine when something is troubling you. with gentle coaxing han convinces you to tell him what's been on your mind.

-it's he who convinces you to go and see your dad at least once. he put into perspective you might regret it in the future. you're not doing it for them, you're doing it for yourself.

-you contact your mom and tell her your decision. she invites you over for dinner. it'll be just the four of you. you didn't want to bring han in case all hell broke loose.

-as you get ready han helps you with the clasp of your high heels. you prop your foot in his knee, your dress riding up, revealing your black lacy underwear. he takes the opportunity to caress your leg from your thigh down to your ankle. he'd buckle the strap of the heels he gifted you that make your ass look great and then he'd kiss your knee.

-han would repeat the process on your other leg too. only that after you straighten up he'd pull you down to his lap to kiss you and try to convince you to a quicky. just this once you don't give in. you don't want to cast a bad impression by being late to see your family for the first time in four years.

-nervously you knock on the door. your mom answers and she welcomes you in. it's oddly strange to be back in this house, you feel out of place. you peep the wall where your parents measured you and your sister when you were growing up. the dent on the wall you caused using your bike inside. your childhood is present still.

-your mom failed to mention she didn't tell anyone you were coming as your sister is quick to stand "what is she doing here?"

"i invited her," your mom tell her.

your dad is quiet as you take a seat where you always sat when you lived there. there's an unbearable silence until he speaks, "can i ask why the sudden appearance?"

"mom told me about your situation," you tell him with a frown.

"what situation?" he prompts, looking at your mother.

"that your sick...although you look pretty healthy to me," you softly say, redirecting your gaze towards your mother.

"i lied yes, but i thought this was the only way to get you here," she shakily admits, secretly hoping you don't up and leave.

"mom, oh god," you sigh in relief. your shoulder no longer holding the weight of your father possibly dying.

"do you realize how fucked up that is?" your sister adds.

"it got her here!" your mom yells, making everyone go quiet.

-the rest of dinner goes by as normal as it can. your parent ask you about your new life and everything you've been doing. it was agonizing. you answer most of their question albeit reluctantly.

-the question you've been dreading comes up. 'are you dating anybody?' you tell them you're in a two year and a half relationship.

-you avoid saying he's the one that funded the restaurant. you owe everything to han but if you tell them it was him who put in the money they will probably discredit you and your abilities.

-your dad calls you over to his office to talk after dinner, your sister glares at you, she's upset you chose to leave, cause it means you turned your back to the whole family. she believes you're selfish because you 'forced' the family business onto her.

-you emptily apologize for coming home when he told you not. surprisingly he asks you about your new priorities and although they don't necessarily align with what he had in mind for you, he accepts them and asks you to be around more.

-more importantly he apologizes for what he did. he had a health scare recently and realize he wanted you by his side (it’s where your mom got the idea). after talking to him you leave. going back to talking to your family will be hard because for the longest time you suppressed it.

-han waits for you back home, your true home. he's watching tv, an old japanese movie from the 90s. you tell him all about your family dinner and how your mom lied but he was right. you would've regretted not going.

-feeling good about your night you give in to han's advances. throughout the night he couldn't shake off the sight of you in your pretty dress and heels. he doesn't ruin the illusion as he only takes off your panties. the dress and heels stay on as he fucks you, your legs pressed to your chest as he wants to be as deep and close to you as possible.

-while your parents want you back in their life you don't instantly go back, choosing to show them you got back on your feet without them. you have a new life.

-but once your moms birthday rolls around you don't feel the need to busy yourself, instead you pick up the phone and give her a call wishing her a 'happy birthday'.

-han eventually meets your family. your mom is instantly charmed by him so much so that by the end she has him calling her by her first name. he certainly made a great impression with the flowers and expensive earrings he picked out for her.

-your dad takes longer to come around but by the end of the night han has him wrapped around his pinky finger as well. your dad likes that he's a 'business man'. if only he knew how shady han really is.

-in just in a few hours they were able to see how much you and han care for each other. it's in the way han searches for you in the busy room. he looks out for you constantly in a non-possessive way. or the way you constantly reach out for him to hold his hand or wrap his arm around you.

-han is not one for big and elaborate love gestures. he believes in showing his love and appreciation everyday with smaller gestures. like restocking your skin care products when you're running low or leaving hand warmers on your coat pockets in the cold winters or buying take out of whatever food you're craving.

-he listens to you when you rant about your interests like the new season of Game of Thrones or about a new compilation that came out of your favorite artist. he'd make an effort to learn about it just so he can have an input in your conversation. han loves the way your eyes light up whenever he voices out an opinion, especially when it goes against yours.

-'friendly' debates are your thing as a couple. it's coincidental that in some minor things your opinions are different. like if the dress is 'black and blue' or 'gold and white'. you swear its black and blue but han insists it's not.

-the same goes for you, because you see all the effort han makes for you, you try and learn about cars and drifting and learn the names of whatever technique is popular. you learn about his favorite foods and favorite movies (which are mostly american and from the 90s) and tag along for the occasional race.

-han's favorite way of showing you his love is with colorful post-it notes. you'd often find them in your office in the restaurant, in the mirror you use to get ready for the day, the fridge door, on your kitchen counter along with your favorite chocolate bar. you'd even find them on the depths of your purse.

-funny thing is you've never caught him sticking them anywhere. so it's always a fun surprise.

'don't worry about lunch today. i'll stop by the restaurant with your favorite! -h'

'i love you, baby -h'

'roses are red, violets are blue, i love you, let’s go screw -h'

'cutie pie ;) -h'

'stop stealing my peanut crackers :( -h'

'you're both my favorite chef and my favorite meal -h'

-after two and a half years of dating han you finally get the opportunity to meet the toretto crew. they would be staying in japan for about a month in a mansion they rented out in the mountains.

-han is beyond excited that his friends are visiting. he constantly talks about them and has all these plans for when they arrive.

-you're nervous to say the least. this is his chosen family and he's been through so much with them. gisele was part of that family too and you feel the pressure of being compared to her once you meet them.

-you convince han to go meet up with then first and you'd join them later that night. you didn't want him to wait so long for you to finish work. besides in your mind it's better if he catches up with them before you get there. you wanted him to enjoy being with his friends without worrying about you.

-when the day finally comes you say goodbye to a sleepy han, go prep the restaurant, work your butt off for the day and once you clos the restaurant you go to mindy's house to get ready.

-you visit her to distract yourself and to have someone call you ridiculous for being afraid of meeting han's friends. it also helps as she distracts you with talk of her newish relationship.

-as you scramble through your toiletry bag looking for a hair tie, you push away your deodorant, tampons, dry shampoo. but you come back to the tampons realizing it's been over six weeks since your last cycle...

"mindy!"

"i know what i said was out of bounds but he called me a dramatic bitch!" mindy exclaims from her spot on the bed where she scrolls through instagram.

"tampons!" you yell, pulling them out of your bag.

"what about them?" she asks, looking at you over her phone.

"i haven’t used them.”

"you want me to give you a prize or something?" she mumbles, shooting you a strange look.

"no, mindy, no. i haven't gotten my period!' you begin pacing around the room with the box of tampons in your grasp.

mindy jumps from the bed and begins panicking as well, “oh, we'e going through this. we're having the pregnancy scare, how exciting! every pair of best friends have to go through this."

-mindy runs to the pharmacy on her block to get you a pregnancy test while you chug down two water bottles. she gets you one of each test they had. you had to pee but your nerves made it difficult. mindy forced you to chug down a soda too cause if you don’t pee wilingly you'll do it forcefully.

-through all this mess han calls you. he's been expecting you for the past hour. everyone is excited to meet you. he's spoken so much about you and your name has slipped past his lips a few times during the day. they can tell he's more than obsessed with you.

"hey baby, are you on your way?"

you’re dressed but your makeup is barely done. considering the stress you’re currently going through you definitely have to put on some makeup.

mindy motions to you to respond as she holds your phone on you hands because you were washing your hands free of pee.

"h-hey hannie, two more minutes and ill be on my way. mindy is going to take me," you scrunch your eyes at the stutter. you never stutter!

"okay, let me know when you're nearly here," he says unsure.

"mhm, bye," you say, motioning for mindy to hang up.

"girl that wasn't smooth. he knows something is up," she flat out tells you.

"you're not helping," you grumble.

-while the three minutes tick away mindy forces you to sit and have a chat. she asks if you’ve talked to han about a future together. marriage and kids and the whole deal. she asks what you want to do if the result comes back positive. she’s cool being the fun cool aunt but if you don’t want to go through with it she’ll be your confidant and drive you to the clinic.

-once your phone alarm goes off you walk into the bathroom alone. with a racing heart you turn on the phone to record yourself because be damned you don't have this reaction to show han later. baby or not.

-one test after another you turn them around with shaky hands and they all say the same thing, p o s i t i v e

-you sob not out of sadness but overwhelmed. this is so messy. you just got the restaurant running, you're not married and you are expecting a baby. the only thing that seems right is that it's the love of your life's baby.

-you step out the bathroom ten long minutes after. with one look mindy knows all she has to know. she helps you finish getting ready, puts drops in your eyes to reduce the redness and drives you over to han. on the way out you give yourself a look in the mirror but you look just the same. you're only a couple of weeks along it would be crazy to see a difference so soon but you already know everything is different.

-mindy drops you off after hyping you up all the way to your destination.

"thanks for bringing her," han says, helping you out the suv.

"anytime, she might have her license but there’s no way i’m letting her drive." she jokes at your expense.

"i’m not that bad a driver. you just don’t let me practice," you defend yourself.

-han grabs your hand and your bag and walks you to the front door, you can hear music and chatter from his friends. but he stops before going on.

-he asks if you’re okay. and you tell him you’re nervous, a half lie. han nods in understanding. ‘they’ll love you, baby.’

-he kisses your lips lightly before opening the door because he hasn’t seen you all day and he missed you. but of course roman pierce has to interrupt. he opens the door, interrupting their moment, ‘aye! she's here han is hogging her.’

-roman insists he knows japanese and tries greeting you using the language. you respond fully in japanese just to fuck with him, even adding the bow in your greeting. he bows back and just stares back with an empty smile. he did not understand a word you just said.

-han pushes past him and leads you to where everyone is gathered. he introduces you to everyone and you say 'hi, it's nice to finally meet all you. i've heard so much!'

roman stands besides han with a scowl and whispers. ‘man you could’ve told me she speaks english.’

-you are received with open arms as han introduces you to everyone that came along. dominic, letty, mia, brian, tej, roman, ramsey and all of their kids. it’s nice to be able to place faces to the names you’ve heard for the last two years.

-with you now present they ask all about how you and han met, eager to view your perspective. you respond as much as you can, laughing at the quirky remarks the others throw. they tease han like never before and he deserves it because he went MIA for three years.

-it's enough to make you forget momentarily about the pregnancy tests in your overnight bag. until letty offers you a beer, you pause but react quick enough where no one notices your hesitation. you'll just have to sneak your way around this one.

-han is a lot more reserved around the toretto crew than when he's around sean or twinkie. there's no big in-your-face make out sessions or random gropes of your ass. he respects the crew to much to subject them to that.

-doesn't mean he's not constantly attached to you. throughout the night han has his arm around your shoulders or his hand pressed on the small of your back. it helps a lot ease your nerves when facing the room of friendly strangers.

-eventually the subject of your restaurant comes up. you barely get the name out when ramsey squeals in excitement. turns out she's a big foodie with an instagram account and on her to-do list for japan is visiting your restaurant. she didn't know you were the same person until now. 'you're all welcome whenever you'd like. i'm there most of the week,' you tell the bunch.

-as the hours go by the crew starts turning in for the night. han pulls you up from the couch you were sitting on and guides you to a room.

"what did you think?" han asks as you both change into your pajamas.

"you were right they are all very welcoming. even if i have only known them for a few hours i see you guys have a very familial relationship."

you sit on the edge of the bed with your head hanging. the weight of your secret is crushing you down, your stomach has been swirling since you and han retreated to the bedroom.

han stands in front of you, tilting your head up to look at him. his eyes are soft as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. "what's wrong, baby?"

"'you love me, right?" your eyes fill with tears. suddenly feeling an unreasonable fear in the pit of your stomach. han has shown you more than enough times how much he loves you.

"more than anyone i have ever loved," he assures you. han is concerned. you've never been overly emotional and nothing has happened that he's aware off.

you hug him by the waist, burying your head on his stomach. he hugs you back, holding your head and running a hand up and down your back.

you pull back from his embrace, wiping your tears and some snot and manage to hiccup your news, 'hannie, i-i'm pregnant.'

han freezes momentarily. he thinks he heard you incorrectly but he couldn't have. your words were clear. leaning down in front of you so he's level with your- still not showing-belly he gasps, "we're having a baby?"

-one nod of yours causes a tsunami of questions. when did you find out? how? are you happy? how far along? boy or girl?

-han is over the moon. he is taken aback by just how happy he feels. he wants this but he thought it wouldn't happen for another year or two. the baby is more than welcome though.

-just earlier today he had been thinking about having kids with you as he watched the o'conner and toretto children run around.

-with both of your emotions running high han pulls you close and kisses you like never before. he takes you to bed and fucks you hard and deep and slow. him on top of you, never ceasing his attack on your lips. whenever he does it’s to tell you he loves you and how happy you’ve made him. it's like he wants to get you pregnant all over again.

-'wait, is that why you were switching our beers earlier?' han asks when you’re laying in bed, your head on his chest. you laugh at his question, having forgotten your attempts at not drinking alcohol.

-at around 4 am you and han sneak to the kitchen where you make a snack. you were starving and so was han. he sits you on the kitchen counter as you eat. he stands between your thighs speaking softly about future plans with your baby now included in them.

-'it's 4 am, don't you two sleep?' its tej who came downstairs for water. he shakes his head in disapproval at the two of you going back to his bedroom once he got his water.

-letty is the one to bring up the happiness that oozes out of you and han the following days, 'you two look awfully happy.'

"got some good news the other day," han softly drawls, "you want to tell them?"

you're sitting on his lap with his hand wrapped around your waist as you nod, "we're expecting a little lue."

-the crew is nearly as happy as the two of you. they congratulate the both of you. the girls whipping you away from han to ask all the questions and give you any advice you might need. the guys tease han about not wasting any time with you.

-han is surprised yet not because you two go at it like rabbits. he's surprised he didn't get you knocked up before then. your birth control must've given up.

-han is happy, he is content, he is satisfied. you're pregnant and having his baby. the crew visiting tokyo only amplified his joy. not even roman's teasing put a dent on him.

-as he's talking to dom, brian and tej a question comes up. is han going to ask you to marry him? his response is simple. no. or at least not yet. he doesn't want to ask you to marry him just because he knocked you up. when he asks he wants you to be sure that it's because he wants it too. and he does want it right now, he adores you. the baby only put his plans to propose on pause. he knows you're the one for him, he's known for a while and he's in no rush.

-his life has consisted about running and races and winning. but with you it's different. he feels like he can slow down and take things at his own leisure pace. make things right and give you everything you deserve.

-you've never called han daddy. it's not your kink and you don't think it's his either considering he hasn't asked you to call him that. now that you're expecting you have teasingly been calling him that. he finds it endearing to say the least.

he passes you something across the table? 'thanks daddy'

'can daddy do the dishes?'

'mommy has a craving for rocky road ice cream, do you think daddy will be good and get some for me baby?' you ask looking down at your belly.

-pregnancy is not kind to you at first. in the first trimester, everything you eat ends up flushed down the toilet. you're miserable. han sympathizes with you and helps you out as much as he can. holds your hair back, rubs your back, prepares your toothbrush, etc.

-because of all the puking you barely show at first until suddenly you popped and the nausea stopped in the second trimester. that's when you started noticing the pregnancy glow and felt cute enough to highlight your bump with your clothes.

-han is obsessed with it. each night when he goes to sleep he puts a hand on your bump and talks to the baby. whether you're asleep or not. he'll rub his hand on your stomach soothing any pain or nausea you might feel.

-han goes with you to each and every doctors appointment. he doesn't dare miss one. he loves when the doctor sets up the ultrasound and the baby starts shaping up and taking form as the weeks go by.

-han keeps a picture of an ultrasound in his car. along with one of you two. it's everything he loves all in one place.

-han is the first to feel the baby kick surprisingly. it's one of those nights he returned home from the races. he settled in bed and touched your growing belly. it's slick from all the oils and lotions you apply to try and prevent stretch marks. then he feels it a small 'thud' he thinks he imagines it, until it happens again.

"baby, wake up," he softly calls you, rousing you from sleep.

"what's wrong, hannie?" you mutter with your eyes still closed.

"the baby is kicking," he whispers, grabbing your hand and placing it where he felt the kick. his hand over yours.

"no, it's no- oh my god, it is," you shiver finding the sensation a bit strange at first. you spend the next hour just waiting to feel the baby kick again.

-when you tell your parents you're pregnant they become the most doting grandparents ever. they start buying everything and anything they can get their hands on. it's their first grandchild and most of their friends already have grandchildren. they want to be the best. plus, they feel like they owe it to you for what they did.

-although han's apartment is bigger than yours you don't believe it's big enough for a baby. you spend months apartment hunting until you find the perfect place. a three bedroom, two bathroom penthouse.

-you insisted it was too much space but han reassured you it's not. because he wants more children and he doesn't want to move again when you have another baby. your words were:

'give me a break hannie, i haven't even pushed the first out. let's see how it goes."

-with pregnancy a woman goes through many changes. besides your bump han's favorite is still your tits which have grown larger. he notices that change instantly, but with each gain there is a loss. the piercings had to go. you also tease han that now he'll have to share.

-not surprisingly pregnancy does a number on you and you get hornier than ever. it's like constantly ovulating and having to be pounded. which doesn't make sense cause you're already pregnant.

-it's not something han finds himself complaining about. it's fun to explore the changes your body is going through and how the sensations shift. like how your nipples get very sensitive in your pregnancy and how han takes advantage of that.

-you go on a journey of finding your self-love once more. the changes your body go through are out of your control, they are necessary to sustain the life inside of you and yet some made you insecure.

-the love you felt for your bump at first then made you insecure as it grew larger and stretch marks decorated it. you're not used to the sight. sure you've always had some faded ones on your thighs or your boobs but you've had them for so long you got used to them. these were long and red and they made you cry.

-for about a week you felt so insecure and looked for ways around being intimate with han because if you hate them surely he will too.

"lets get this off, baby," han says, pulling up your silky night dress up your thighs.

"no, no, let's keep it on," you laugh it off, holding hans hands with yours.

"alright, what's going on?" he asks, leaving his hands on your thighs and squeezing them lovingly.

"what do you mean?" you feign innocence.

"baby, don't think i haven't noticed you've been covering up and acting strange."

you avoid his gaze but he cups your cheek and returns it back to his. "i'm scared you won't like the way i look now," you mutter.

"are you joking? i've never liked the way you looked more than i do now," he speaks without any hesitation.

"really?" you peer up at him through your lashes.

"oh yeah. i think this is the sexiest you've ever looked. you're carrying my baby, how can i not like the body that's helping it grow and keeping it safe? And you know i love how much more responsive and sensitive you've gotten."

"oh god, you've made me even hornier," you say, pulling him down to kiss him.

"and you're glowing and look so cute waddling around the house," he teases, breaking the kiss.

"i do not waddle!" yes. you, in fact, do.

-han is always asking for the baby to kick, those lazy morning spent in bed, he'll have a hand on your belly talking to the it.

"come on kid, kick for daddy"

"let them be, it's not your bladder they're kicking"

he softly apologizes, knowing that as the day gets nearer the more trips to the bathroom you make.

-han dotes on you every second of every day, he barely leaves your side. you need something to drink or eat? he'll get it. your feet hurt? hell massage them. get cravings? he'll make a trip to the convenience store.

-as a couple you decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise. which just led to the two of you to place bets on what's it gonna be. han swears you're hanging low (whatever that means) so you'll be having a boy and because of your morning sickness you think it's a girl.

-realistically both you and han are fine with either one. which is why you'll be trying for another one when the time comes. if it turns out the same gender you'll try for a third, but that's all! if all three turn out the same, tough luck!

-you go into a small crisis thinking you'll never be able to wear your short dresses and skirts. you're going to be a mom surely you'll have to dress like one? han assures you you can wear whatever you want because he knows you'll be a good mom, which is all that matters. plus, he likes seeing you wear that type of clothes.

-han invests in another car. one he never though of having. a toyota sienna le. it's a minivan. always one for cars, han details it, adds leather seat covers, a few cool features and an overly complicated car seat.

-as your due date nears you spend more and more time in bed with han, having sex obviously. you had read somewhere it was good for contractions and when you go into labor. plus, you just had these boosts of energy and it was the only way to get you to sleep.

-han eventually stops working for takashi. more people are at risk now if he continues. takashi lets him go without much trouble. han did help him expand his business a lot quicker had he done it by himself.

-when the time comes to give birth, han races to the hospital in his new minivan. finds it stressful cause the thing can't go as fast as his precious mazda. but he makes it to the hospital in record time.

-your doctor is waiting for you, they have a room prepared for you. han stays by your side through it all even as you curse him out through your pain. your labor is long and painful being a first time mom and all.

-at some point you start crying that you can't do it and han is there to wipe your tears away and tell you you can. it's holding his hand that you push and push. he doesn't whine or complain once, ignoring the insults you throw at him and the pain in his hand.

-then it happens, a cry resonates through the room and your hand stops squeezing his. the nurse places your baby on your chest. it has a full head of dark hair already.

"it's a girl," the nurse coo's.

-han didn't think he'd be able to love someone as much as he loves you. he's proven wrong as he softly touches his baby girls head. she's slimey and a little ugly (being a newborn and all) but this emotion swells his chest and tears well up in his eyes.

-you softly call out his name and he looks at you and just says, 'i love you.’

-to make up for your pain han gets you a push gift. it's a pretty golden necklace. it has a thin chain and a pendant with a little gem, behind the pendant the initial of your baby girls name is engraved. it has enough space to add when your family expands eventually.

-fatherhood suits him. he's patient and soft spoken and baby girl adores him. han is a night owl so he has no problem getting up at night to feed his baby girl or change her diaper.

-it takes time to adapt and start feeling like yourself again but han makes it easy for you. he loves you no matter what and does everything possible to make the transition a smoother one. you gave him everything he wanted and more.

-you left the restaurant in good hands while you rode out the last month of your pregnancy and the first two postpartum. returning to work felt good. you love baby girl but getting out the house without puke on your shoulder was necessary.

-han stays with her during the morning embracing being a stay at home dad. granted he slips out now and then to the races or to hang out at the garage. in fact, when baby girl is older he sets up an area just for her.

-sean and twinkie make fun of him and his minivan. to which han threatens to kick them out the garage they don't even have to pay for.

-when your baby girl is almost 1 year old, he pops the question. it was date night, your parents were taking care of the baby. he picked you up in his orange mazda that just so happened matched your nails. you were back to wearing your usual dresses and sparkly heels. although you were rebuilding the confidence you had two years ago.

he took you to dinner and then dessert and then you walked through a park. it's cherry blossom season you had to make the most of it. that's when he does it. under the rain of sakura flowers he asked his question.

"will you marry me, baby?" han asks, down in one knee.

"i thought you would never ask," you cry out, extending your hand so he can slip the ring on your finger.

"that's not an answer," he teases, before he slides the ring on your finger.

"yes! it's a yes!"

finally he puts the ring on your finger and it's just like you'd imagine it to be.

-you have your ceremony not even a year after. the toretto crew comes back to japan. even hans family (that you've only met like twice in four years) attends. your family and friends are invited as well. mindy is your maid of honor and your baby girl the ring bearer.

-it's on your honeymoon, that is really more like a family vacation because baby girl is with you, that you tell han a little secret.

'We're having another baby!'

a/n:

if you’d like to scream at me or cry with me about the headcanons feel free to send me a message through the asks! i didn't think before making this blog a sideblog so i can't answer comments from this account but from my main.

lol in case you didn't catch that i'd like to make a mini series of sorts of han with his baby girl. i've got ideas floating around so if it's something you'd be interested in let me know!

also been thinking of making a brian o'connor one shot or something cause those baby blues are irresistible.

bye!

#fanfiction #han lue #fast and furious fanfiction #han lue fanfiction #han lue imagines #han seoul oh #han lue x reader #han lue smut #han lue headcanons

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nyewclear · 23 days ago

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Hi hi!! Looooove your game and your writing!! I tots felt apart of the world!! What’s your favorite fun fact about all the cuties!!

ALL the cuties?! people have been using "the cuties" to refer to kurotemis as of late so i'm assuming all the cuties means kurotemis + the rest of the main coffeecast (i am using this as an excuse to talk about everyone else LMFAO). it's hard to pick a favorite fun fact because every single fun fact about everyone is my favorite bahahaha so i'll just give you fun facts i haven't shared with the public yet :-)

artemis: their mom jamila was muslim, something that gavin (their dad) never really subscribed to, but artemis adopted some of her religious beliefs. after she passed away, they've held onto those beliefs really closely as a way to remember her & to cope with the loss. they're not particularly strict about anything and see it more as a spirituality thing (like, they would never say that they're muslim or religious but they would say they're spiritual in a way), but it's important to them regardless

kurou: he would never say this out loud for obvious reasons but his favorite sister is miroku, who is five years older than him. the reason for this is because she's the only other queer person in his family (she's lesbian) and he confided in her a lot as he was growing up. she was the first one he told that he was trans, although she kind of knew already for several years... before even he knew lol

odina: odina is an avid journaler and always carries her journal around with her. she also likes to scrapbook & junk journal, but that's a bigger book she keeps at home because it's too bulk to carry around in her purse. she has this really big irrational fear of losing her memory (something started by a scary movie she watched when she was really young) so she documents everything that happens to her so that she can revisit it later. she also just thinks it's a cute hobby!

kolia: she's half brazilian and often times speaks more portuguese at home than she does english. she lives with her parents, kixis, and her little brother thadri (who's between 9-12 years old.. i haven't decided yet). her dad is brazilian and her mom is american, but her mom lived in brazil for work for many years and speaks portuguese fluently. so when the couple moved back to her mom's hometown once she got pregnant with the twins, they wanted their kids to speak portuguese, so they made a very deliberate effort to keep english to a minimum at home. since kolia lives at home and point pleasant comes to practice in her garage, all of her friends have picked up scraps of portuguese, which she thinks is really cute!

mordag: mordag really likes to go to raves!! she's likes to listen to a lot of edm and techno and will go with old college friends to big edm festivals and stuff during the summer. she tries to recruit her current friends to come with her, but only kurou has come so far because most of her friends are more into the band scene rather than the rave scene. she also makes a lot of startlingly impressive kandi accessories, and you can often find her making them when she's off work and not doing anything.

#artemis scarberry #kurou hasegawa #odina davis #kolia flores williams #mordag naismith #ccquery

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which are your top 3 favorite intimate scenes you've seen in bl? (kissing scenes count)

ALRIGHT my last ask in my inbox and the one i wanted to give some proper attention to. my answers for this might be a little odd? NC scenes are cool, i'm largely asexual but i can enjoy them, but i'm really going after the word intimate here and intimacy can be so many different things.

the gasp i gusped when i saw this scene the first time. this was almost peak intimacy for me. the offering of oneself, the silent plea, the reluctance, the gentle resignation, the quiet guilt free acceptance. body language is one of the sexiest things to me and this scene felt like watching two souls flay themselves alive in front of each other. it was like wen opened his chest and said "my love for you is like a garden of eden in my chest, the apple is there for you to pick" and jim cast his eyes away because the temptation of the apple was too great and he couldn't bear the consequences of taking it for himself.

i don't know that i'll ever move on from this, and of course it's another p'aof moment. this was fucking erotic. this still makes me hold my breath and makes my chest flutter. i said it in the tags of a post once but never properly; in a recent study from UC San Diego researchers have discovered that humans can use the sense of touch to feel the difference between surfaces that differ by just a single layer of molecules. our sense of touch is fucking incredible and then to do this?

i once had someone i knew flirt with me while i was at work. they couldn't be overt, couldn't be too much because i was working and i was being a professional, so he took my hand and ran his fingers across the inside of my wrist and my palm so fucking slowly like this, said "i'll see you later" in a low tone with this fucking smirk, and i haven't been able to forget it 10 years later.

this is just a different level of intimacy entirely and i'll rotate this in my brain until i die.

god this scene. in both manner of death and triage we have a moment in the show where the couple just takes care of each other and i love that. i love seeing men care for each other.

sure, this scene did eventually lead to sex (it's implied i believe in the show but pretty overt in the book) but there's just something about showering with someone. tan comes into the shower and just gently washes bunn, and this is after some of the most stressful moments of their life. they've experienced immeasurable amounts of trauma, narrowly avoided death, but in the solace of this quiet shower they can take care of one another, put back the pieces that have threatened to fall apart. it's such a beautiful little moment and done with so much gentle care. i really wish i could've put a gif of the whole scene here (but i'll add it to my list of sets to make.)

#anon my beloved #bunn asks #did i make gifs specifically for this post?#shut up #moonlight chicken #jimwen #last twilight #last twlight the series #mhokday #morkday #manner of death #tanbunn #god im so touch starved but idk how to ask for touch

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randomobsessionsofa30something · 1 month ago

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My top 15 kpop songs of 2024

My countdowns of the year are overdue. So here's my first list with my favorite kpop songs of the year.

H.M. ROSÉ- APT. This earworm- because that's what it is- would easily make my top 3 of the year but apart from the intro the song it's in english so I do consider it a pop song but I just had to mention it.

15. TAEYEON-Letter to myself. The thing I love the most about Taeyeon's ballads is that she always picks interesting melodies to sing. And this one is no different. So no matter how many times she sings about heartbreak I keep loving it.

14. BOYNEXTDOOR-OUR. This song is so fresh and fun. This group has really become one of my favorites of the fifth gen and this song was my favorite this year even if Earth, Wind and Fire is also great, and the actual title of their mini album.

13. DOYOUNG-Little Light. When I heard NCT's Doyoung was releasing his solo album I was convinced he would release a ballad album and I was wrong. He went the pop rock route and I really enjoyed his whole album but I kept listening the title that in korean translates to firefly. It's a bright fun song to listen to.

12. New Jeans-How sweet. I have to confess I'm not a fan of New Jeans overall look but I love the songs they come up with and this one in special was as the title says a sweet song to listen to.

11. RIIZE-Impossible. RIIZE is such a fun group. I've enjoyed all the songs they've released and this one was really stuck in my head the first half of the year. It's about feeling everything that is impossible it's somehow possible when you're with that special somebody.

10. BABY MONSTER-SHEESH. Another song that stayed in my head for ours on end. It definitely has that YG feel and a great hook. I haven't really paid as much attention to them but this song makes me feel I'm really missing out.

9. NCT Dream-Unknown. I think this is kind of like their cheerleader song. It's about going after your dreams. Definitely feating for my favorite NCT subunit.

8. SEVENTEEN-MAESTRO. To be honest, I don't know why I either love or hate Seventeen songs. This one I absolutely love it. The choreo is everything and the beat is bright.

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7. Taemin-Horizon. So, fun fact: my most listened kpop artist of the year was Taemin. This year he released his first album after singning with BPM and it really meant the confirmation that it wasn't SM that drove his career... it's all him. Sexy in the air was good but it was this song that really got me. It's Taemin so you know the choreo had to be crazy and on top of that he got some of the best dancers in the industry and yet his star quality shines through.

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6. Baekhyun-Pinneaple Slice. Baekhyun was another artist that showed that he could deliver without the SM machinary behind him. This fun, sexy song is catchy. The MV has a vampire theme that is fresh. The vocals are EXO quality, of course.

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5. Chanyeol-Hasta la vista. My favorite song from EXO Chanyeol's first album. I mean finally. Why is this the first one? Anyway... This song might be just a bside from his album but it was one of my most listened songs of the year. It has the band aspects Chanyeol has always loved, the vocals are so sweet even if the lyrics are heartbreaking.

4. AESPA-Supernova. Another earworm. When they released Supernova I was like "nope, next" and I actually like Amargeddon too but it's been seven months since it was released and still sometimes I wake up and the first thing out of my mouth is "Su-su-su-su-supernova".

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3. GD ft Taeyang and Daesung-HOME SWEET HOME. Power was such a great comeback for GD but when Home Sweet Home was released to the world it was just legendary. It just screams BIGBANG. Exactly what I've been hoping for the last few years and to this day it sits on top of the korean charts.

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2. ZICO ft. JENNIE- Spot. Zico has been kind of dragging his feet when it comes to releasing albums because he has been so focused on producing but him releasing this song was like him saying I can top the charts if and when I want to. The lyrics are about having a night out. It has a cool beat, Zico's signature rap, a great hook and Jennie's fun vocals.

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1. Lee Young Ji ft Do Kyungsoo-Small girl. This song is mostly in english but I think D.O.'s parts in korean qualifies it as kpop. The lyrics really hit me hard the first time I watched the MV because it took me back to me being fourteen and feeling so much bigger than all of my friends. It really talks about self esteem but it's also a cute duo with Kyungsoo's beautiful vocals. It also happens to be my most listened kpop song of the year.

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slavghoul · 2 years ago

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Short interview with Joe & Tobias from Rolling Stone l’Hebdo n°113

They've been listening to each other for years, but Joe Elliott (Def Leppard) and Tobias Forge (Ghost) only recently met to record a new collaborative version of the hit 'Spillways'. The connection was immediate. The two musicians show that despite the generation that separates them, their passion and talent are in tune.

Joe Elliott: The intro to "Spillways" reminded me of "Jane" by Jefferson Starship or "Hold The Line" by Toto. That's what I like! When I joined my band, I had the whole legacy of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who, who had the rock in them, but they never forgot the melody. "Spillways" is for me the perfect hybrid of what people expect from Ghost and what they don't.

Tobias Forge: I was partly formed with underground extreme metal, where the music is more atonal, loud, brutal and fast, that's why Ghost has this evil aura about it. But I also grew up with AOR. Ghost combines those two elements. I wanted Ghost to be like a 70's band trying to create music that was futuristic and scary at the same time. I love "Jane" by Jefferson Starship. I play it on the drums as part of my gig prep routine.

Joe Elliott: I remember when I discovered this song. In the UK, as a young adult, we didn't have rock on the radio, apart from a show on Friday nights between 10pm and midnight when no one was listening, and on Sunday afternoons when everyone was away at the football match. "Jane" made the top 40, not many rock songs have had that. As well as being a great single, "Jane" is an exemplary vocal performance!

Tobias Forge: I never saw myself as a singer, I became one by force of circumstance...

Joe Elliott: Me too!

Tobias Forge: Of course, I love punk and other less vocally demanding music, but one of the things that makes AOR stand out from the crowd is the incredible talent of the singers, whether it's bands like Journey, Foreigner, Kansas...

Joe Elliott: It turns out that my favourite singers aren't really singers, but they get their talent from their interpretation of the lyrics. Steve Walsh from Kansas could sing the phone book, but my favorites are the ones that make my hair stand on end, like lan Hunter, Joe Strummer, Michael Monroe... These guys may be screamers, but they know how to interpret the lyrics. When "School's Out" came out, people wondered if Alice Cooper was singing or barking. When asked what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be somewhere between Phil Mogg, Bon Scott, Phil Lynott and Gary Holton, with influences from Alice Cooper and Johnny Rotten. We can't all be Freddie Mercury. When I listen to myself on the album On Through The Night (1980), I hear a guy drowning. He does his best, but he doesn't have it all together. Mutt Lange later helped me to find my voice, and from then on I was on my way, it just took me longer than most singers. But you Tobias, you can sing! To hell with humility!

Tobias Forge: I think half the work comes from being comfortable with your voice. I've learned to love working with it. My "hit radar" doesn't always work, sometimes there's that magic moment when a song screams that it's going to be a hit. This was the case with "Spillways" or "Square Hammer". But "Cirice" wasn't originally intended to be a hit, I wanted to make it more progressive. When I played it to my daughter, she said it was her favourite. That's how the song was redesigned as a single, which got us a Grammy! Success is very hard to determine when you're writing, it's the audience that decides. On the other hand, I couldn't understand why "Mary On A Cross" didn't do so well. But in the end, it just took it a little longer.

Joe Elliott: We all say to each other in Def Leppard, "In a parallel world, this song would be a hit". It turns out that nowadays, hits don't happen the way they did in our time. It used to be that you'd make a single, it'd get picked up, played on the radio, and then you'd make a video for it and it'd be on MTV. Everything has changed since then. It just so happens that the Bank Of Dave movie has completely resurrected our song "Kick". When we did that song, we knew it was going to be the first single from Diamond Star Halos. We felt the same way about "Fire It Up" (on the same album) and "This Guitar". We've never questioned our songwriting skills, which get better with time. Some of our big hits still leave us confused! (laughs) As Tobias said, we play some of our songs to our kids and if they say "play that one again", we're onto something. They know better because they have the heart, they don't calculate anything.

Tobias Forge: That's what I say to people who tell me they can't write a song. It doesn't matter, it's what you feel that counts. The Ramones wrote some very direct songs, but a lot of them weren't that successful. While ABBA wrote some pretty technical songs, a lot of them are pretty hard to play. They made their songs accessible, especially with the vocal melodies. A lot of people in pop say "don't make it too complicated". Yes, do make it complicated if the song demands it! You have to follow your instincts.

Joe Elliott: We musicians are a special breed. As soon as we started talking it was like we'd known each other for ten years. I also hope that one day we can sit down with our guitars and a bottle of wine and see what comes out.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview #joe elliott #petition to make Joe our honorary uncle

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steddie-there · 2 years ago

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Eddie hates working retail. Hates it.

To be fair, the record store is definitely better than, say, an ice cream shop in a newly opened mall. At least he gets first crack at all the new music and merch they get in.

And his boss is really chill, letting him choose the store music and goof off when there are no customers around and giving him time off whenever he needs it, so that helps. Dave's a good manager.

And the pay is decent, enough to cover the basics so Steve only has to work very part time while he's getting his degree. And Eddie is grateful for that, to be able to provide so Steve can focus on his classes. He'd decided he wanted to be a social worker and Eddie couldn't be prouder.

But, Jesus H. Christ, the customers. He has never encountered so many entitled assholes in his entire life - and that includes nearly the entirety of Hawkins hunting him down for murders he didn't commit.

Just today - five people insisting they'd seen a record in stock a week or a month or a year ago that Eddie knows they've never had, all of them arguing when he gently explained that couldn't be the case, three of them demanding to speak with the manager. Then there was the dad who let his toddler run rampant through the store, pulling out record after record and leaving them piled on the floor, completely destroying Eddie's meticulous organization. And countless people who could only remember that the record they were searching for had a blue-ish album cover.

And now there's this. The three flights of stairs up to their third floor apartment and Eddie swears they get steeper and higher by the day.

But, just like always, he trudges up them. Unlocks the door and steps through with a sigh like he hasn't been able to breathe all day and coming home is the air his lungs needed.

There's laughter coming from the living room. Steve's laughter. It sounds the way sunshine feels and Eddie can literally feel the tension begin to melt away. He kicks his shoes off and quietly walks down the entry hall, stopping just shy of going into the living room so he can lean against the wall and watch his two favorite beings in the entire world.

Steve is sitting in the middle of the floor, leaning back on his arms, giggling at the rabbit running circles around him.

Paul has his head stuck in an empty square tissue box, shaking it around as he runs, but not obviously trying to get it off. Just hopping around, a tissue box over his face. The first time he did it, Steve freaked out, rushing to pull the box off - but Paul tugged his face out before Steve could even take two steps across the room. Now, after the dozens of times they've seen him do it, it's just hilarious.

Eddie snorts a laugh and Steve looks up, his grin going even wider when he spots Eddie leaning in the doorway. He sits up, holding his arms out, and Eddie goes to him, folding himself down to the floor and leaning into Steve's embrace. He watches Paul hop past their feet, still wearing his tissue box mask and the laughter that bubbles in his chest eases him even closer to relaxed.

"Hi, love," Steve says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was work?"

Eddie slumps even further against Steve. "Awful," he grumbles. "I don't know what it is, but being a customer just seems to make people stupid. And if they were stupid already, they get stupider." He rolls his eyes.

Steve laughs a little, runs his fingers through Eddie's hair. "I'm sorry the music lovers of the city are a nightmare." Then he sobers. "You know, I could pick up a few extra shifts if you -"

But Eddie cuts him off. They've had this discussion. "No. You need to focus on school. You're following your dreams and this is how I can help. I want to do this."

"Yeah, well, what if I want to help you, too?" Steve asks, verging on a pout.

"Just always be here for me to come home to?" He kisses Steve softly and Steve sighs into the contact.

"Yeah, I can do that," he breathes out.

They spend a moment just sitting in each other's space, but then there's a furry little head insistently pushing against Eddie's hand and he pulls away, looking down to see that Paul has ditched the box and is now tucked against Eddie's side, demanding pets. Eddie giggles.

"Yeah, and you help, too, you little bastard. Even if you do think me petting you is more important than me kissing your dad," he tells him, mock grumpy.

Steve laughs, too, and tightens his arms around Eddie. Finally, finally, Eddie can feel himself fully relax. He's home.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

ao3: And Rabbit Makes Three

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #paul the rabbit #my fic #this is something my rabbit actually does and i finally got pictures and videos of it 😂#check the reblogs - i'm gonna post a couple pictures of him with his tissue box toy 😂

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emerald-onion · 8 months ago

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Three Birds On A Wire - Chapter 2 (WIP)

Once again, a little snippet for the next chapter!

"After the assassination of his parents, His Majesty, XGaster the Emperor, was declared the youngest ruler in our Empire's history." In the silence of the palace's classroom, no sound can be heard but the steady scratching of chalk against blackboard and a middle-aged woman's droning lecture. "At the current time, many high-ranking nobles had protested against the decision, claiming that His Majesty was too inexperienced to take over the crown, but our Emperor proved them wrong with his many achievements merely one year later, including the co-invention of the portable magic scrolls, the complete eradication of the Temper of Destruction, and the treaty he drafted with Lady Nim, Highest Order of the Faery Court."

Marchioness Galett's voice is as gentle as gossamer threads, and yet they draw you in just as effortlessly. It is one of the many qualities Frisk admires about her, the way she so easily makes others dance to her silk-woven words, gliding across the political world with the graceful steps of a silent predator. Despite being the female head of a noble household, she has accumulated enough power and influence to make everyone think twice before they dare to become her enemy.

His teacher is absolutely terrifying, and Frisk thinks she is the coolest person he has ever met.

However, while the Prince would normally gladly let himself be led by spider strings, right now, the thoughts inside his head are simply too heavy for the threads to hold onto.

Today is the weekend. The day Chara, Cross, and he agreed to sneak out of the castle.

Still, hesitation is a turbulent ocean inside of him, drowning out any courage or determination in its deathly cold grip. What if something goes wrong? What if they stumble upon yet another group of child traffickers? What if one of the servants notices their disappearance? What if Father finds out and oh All Creator he will be so disappointed this is a terrible idea-

"His Highness?"

The soft chide pulls Frisk from the endless depth of his thoughts. He sucks in a sharp breath, hoping to calm his raging anxiety, and drags up a strained grin from the bottom of his stomach. "Yes, Madame?"

"I've been calling your name for the past ten minutes now." The Marchioness says, and although there is no anger behind her words, Frisk still finds himself shrinking, swallowing a mouthful of shame. "Is there anything troubling you, little Prince?"

A part of him wants to tell her everything, to spill out all the doubt and worry and terror before he can choke on them.

The other part remembers the hope unfurling across his twin brother's face, weak and fragile, yet blooming so beautifully, so vibrantly.

And Frisk will do anything to keep that hope alive.

So, instead of the reassurances he desperately seeks, the Prick plucks the first thing that across his head and lets it tumble out. "Can you tell me more about the Witch of Fables?"

Lady Galett, clever as she is, sees his question as the deflection it is. But because she is his favorite teacher, and he, her favorite student, she does not push him any further, instead electing to hum deliberately.

"I see you've met Ink."

Surprise overtakes his nervousness. "You know them?"

"Of course. As rare as their visits may be, Ink is the Emperor's closest friend. It would be quite idiotic had I not known about them." It's important to watch out for important players on the board, little Prince. One of her earliest lessons echoes. "They've been around for a long, long time. Before you were born. Before I married the Marquess myself."

Frisk's curiosity rears its head. "What do you think about them?"

The Marchioness's many eyes peer right through him, and he unconsciously straightens beneath that considering gaze. "What do you think about them?"

"Well..." He meticulously picks apart his memories, unwilling to disappoint his teacher. "Chara made them to be this fearsome and powerful figure, but from what I've seen, they seem like a... Pardon my language, but they seem like a bumbling idiot."

"Is that all?" She asks, her lips curling into a secretive smile. "Haven't you noticed anything else?"

Frisk scrambles to find a correct answer, but they keep slipping away from his grasp. "Are you suggesting that their foolish act is a pretense?"

"Oh, little Prince, Ink's personality is in no way false." She tuts. "And it's what makes them so horrifying."

He frowns, struggling to see the complete puzzle. But with every piece that slots into place, the picture keeps on shifting, twisting, changing in front of his very eyes, a bucket overflowing with colorful paints until you cannot figure out which is which.

"I'm not sure I understand..."

"Think about it, little Prince, in the short period of time you've known them, have you ever managed to predict their actions? Have you ever truly understood their drive? Their goal? Their weaknesses?"

Realization slowly trickles in, watering a thing full of thorns. "No. No, I haven't."

"Exactly." Lady Galett's expression is as composed as ever, but having known her ever since he was a child, Frisk can see the irritation seeping through her clenched teeth. She has always hated what she cannot control. "Ink is powerful, that, you can deal with. However, they're also unpredictable. They don't follow the same morals and social standards that we follow. They don't have the same greed and pride that we have. What motivates them? What angers them? What is the reason for their interest in us? We have no clue."

She heaves out a sigh, one heavy with the weight of trepidation.

"With someone like that, how can we be so sure that they won't turn their back on us for no reason other than their own entertainment?"

Frisk does not answer. Cannot, really. Silence settles over them, a Damocles's blade ominously swaying back and forth.

With someone like that, how can we be so sure that they won't turn their back on us for no reason other than their own entertainment?

Even after class has long ended, Lady Galett's words still linger inside his mind.

#undertale #utmv #undertale multiverse #utmv au #undertale multiverse au #xfrisk #xtale frisk #xtale muffet's mom #galett

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victimsofyaoipoll · 2 years ago

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I'm like 70% sure I sent the wlw dominated fandoms ask and was just feeling like being on anon that day (if I wasn't and just nearly submitted something super similar I'm so sorry original anon) the main fandoms I was thinking of were

The Owl House: Another anon suggested that so I won't bother with too much. Canon wlw ship and canon nblw ship, it took a while for me to even see a mlw or mlm ship come into the picture.

Revue Starlight: Absolute favorite anime/franchise, no I don't understand it 100% because you usually won't immediately. It was what I was really thinking of there. It has exactly one super explicit lesbian there (Mahiru, local winner of exactly one really big lesbian tournament I found on Twitter who stood alongside Hatsune Miku as the ultimate lesbian) and several wlw ships so heavily implied that they are pretty much canon. You also get your pick from the big ships (not noting Mahiru ones. Sorry girl), so you can choose between the childhood friends who act like they're broken up 50% of the time and like they've been taking for years the other 50%, the girls who look like the healthiest happiest practically married couple until you get to the eventual problems (mostly in the movie, despite the many mental problems one of the components of the ship has), the two rivals who were the only couple happy by the end of the movie and the focused on couple of two childhood friends who decided to define their lives around a play which is a tragedy and just met after years apart. Also it's one of the only fandoms where a really big ship I see (Mahikaren) is a poly ship so there's that. There's also two movies (one's a recap), stageplays, a mobile game which only 50% of the players like (the big suggestion regarding it is to just find videos of the stories/read them because there is some really brilliant writing there and another super explicit lesbian in the form of Rui and many more very heavily implied ones) and more.

Gundam Witch: This isn't the actual title just shortened. Anyways this series is a good entry to the Gundam series as a whole but works as a stand-alone series. The main character and the next most focused on one are both canonically sapphic and in love and I care about them. I'm trying to make this shorter than the Revue explanation since I just really love that series so much but this fandom also has other wlw ships which have popped up and generally is just great for wlw content.

Bandori: It's a gacha mobile rhythm game but we all have our flaws (and I really love the rhythm parts and all of the super good music. Like I need to clarify that I was only talking about the gacha as a flaw because I know it's the one bit which may not be loved. That's one one thing I left about the Revue mobile game too. gacha unfortunately is very good for ongoing stories). Very few men exist here, the ones who do are related to main characters usually and are outside of their age range and the characters are all very very sapphic. Plus there's exactly one super canon ship (Parechu) where one of the characters involved has an arc heavily relating to the lesbian experience (and who also writes what is basically a love song for her gf considering all of the lyrics. Basically what I'm saying is that they're super in love), more with canon crushes on girls, and generally there's a lot of wlw fanwork in the series due to how sapphic all of these girls are. and I love the writing very much.

There are others but these are the ones constantly in my head. If I can think of any more I might send in another ask, and I'm also happily looking through the other wlw dominated fandoms I see because I'm always looking for media which is sapphic inside and outside of canon

#not poll

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chronicbeans · 2 years ago

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Appointment (Yandere Maruki and GN Reader)

okay now here's a more serious version of this concept. It's pretty long, I think around 20 paragraphs or so, just as a heads up.

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Cognition Warping, Stalking, Brief Mentions of Health Complications/Workplace Issues/Poor Friend Dynamics, Therapy/Counselor's Office Setting

I look at my schedule, smiling happily as I see the name (L/N) (Y/N). They've been coming in for appointments for a while, now. A little bit after Yoshizawa started coming in, actually. I've been doing my best to help (L/N)-san with their troubles, but it has been extremely difficult.

From difficulty adjusting to a new home, difficulties at their place of work, feelings of emptiness, and even health problems all showing up at once, they've confessed to feeling like every aspect of their life is falling apart. I am not sure how exactly to provide comfort to them, but simply letting them talk about whatever seems to help them in the moment. I have thought about using my powers to change their cognition, but... I am afraid they would forget me. Plus, it might be more helpful to use my powers in other aspects of their life.

I am knocked out of my thoughts by a knock on my office door. I lean back in my chair, smiling as I say "Come in!" I then hear the door creak open, watching as (L/N)-san enters the room, a small smile on their face. They wave their hand, saying a quiet "Hello" as they sit down in the chair across from me. They place their things on the floor next to them, continuing "I'm sorry if I am a bit late. I got held up at a stoplight."

I shake my head, feeling a bit giddy that they finally got here. They are a bit late, but I don't mind. I try to find my words, eventually replying with "It is quite alright, (L/N)-san! You are my last appointment today, after all! I don't mind staying in late to make up for lost time." "Yeah... I usually am your last appointment of the day. That's a bit odd, but I don't mind. You must be popular to have your schedule filled so much." I just chuckle in response, starting the appointment.

We start out talking about their day. They stayed at home most of the day, before going to their job, then returning home for a bit. Then, with what little time they had before my appointment, they went out and bought some groceries. That explains the bags they brought in. It is also, basically, how most of their days go. They are a homebody. I then steer the conversation a little, asking about their family, friends, and work peers. As usual, they mostly have negatives to say. Today, though, they seem especially critical of their boss.

"It just seems like he doesn't listen to any of us. He even tries to take away pat on days that I need to go in for medical appointments, when I still have paid time off. It is just exhausting, too. I feel like I might just quit." I nod slowly, before smiling "If you could have your boss change, how would you like him to change?" They look up to me, confused "What?" "If you could change your boss, what would you change, (L/N)-san?"

They look around, seemingly in thought. I find my mind drifting, as well. Usually, when they get deep in thought like this, they stay silent for a while. The first few times they had appointments with me, they were nervous about it, believing I would rush them or that they seemed strange. After a while, however, they relaxed as they grew more comfortable. It also helps me gather my thoughts, too. It's a win-win.

I slowly recall the many appointments I've had, both with (L/N)-san and every other patient I've had. As horrible as it might sound, (L/N)-san is my favorite, by far. I know it is terrible to do something like pick favorites with patients, but I simply can't help it. I really can't stop thinking about their case. They've even began reminding me of Rumi, as well, making things even more complicated. I can't even figure out what exactly about them reminds me of Rumi... I really can't. Maybe it's the feelings being around them gives me? That happy feeling.

Oh no...

"I think I would make my boss more considerate of everyone's specific needs. Not just myself, but everyone who works for him. Even the people I hate. That way, he wouldn't harass me about my doctor's appointments, he wouldn't try to stop Sakurai-san from seeing his sick parents, and even that jerk who slacks off won't get yelled at for asking more better instructions on what to do." I am shaken out of my thoughts, once again, by their response. I can't help but smile, not only at their decision, but their slight jab at the slacker. "That is rather considerate, (L/N)-san. You are rather vocal about your distaste for many of your coworkers, but you still keep them in mind when making such a grand decision. May I ask why that is?"

They happily nod, sitting up straighter and folding their hands in their lap. They speak in a rather manner of fact tone, saying "I truly believe, from my observations, that a lot of their distasteful behavior comes from my boss's actions. Not directly, mind you. I don't believe he is targeting me through them. I believe that, because he distresses my coworkers, they end up taking out their own distress on each other, including me." I nod, leaning forward a bit as I listen. The way they describe the situation is intriguing, almost as if they have their own, small little pool of knowledge on social behaviors and psychology. A very small one, but still an existing one. They use elaborate hand gestures as they explain what they think is going on. It's rather simple. The boss makes the workers upset, the workers take it out amongst each other.

I smile softly, throwing in my two cents "Does this extend to you? Do you believe that you may be taking it out on your coworkers?" They pause, before shrugging "I would like to say no, but I don't want to assume. I very well may be taking it out on them without knowing it. Passive aggression, small spiteful actions, I don't know. I feel like, from what I can tell, I just bottle up my anger until I have an appointment with you. Then, when I'm here, I just vent it all out. Same goes with everything else. I just don't have the energy to take out anger on others. I'm too tired."

I am not sure whether to frown or smile at that. Them being tired all the time sounds dreadful. I don't want them to be suffering... but the thought of them coming to me for help venting their frustrations cannot help but make me a bit honored. They trust me enough to do that. They trust ME enough to do that. Trying to continue the conversation smoothly, I ask another question "Speaking of tiredness, has your health been getting any better? As in, have you been able to cope with it?"

They shrug their shoulders "Same as always. I think, at this point, it is simply knowing that my condition is lifelong that kills me, rather than the condition itself. Kinda like an 'I don't wanna know,' situation. Of course, it is better that I know about it, and I don't want to just forget about it, but it is a bit disappointing." They then sigh, continuing "It just kinda sucks when my friends end up uninviting me from events due to worrying about my health. I may have a chronic condition, but I can still do things, you know? I appreciate their sentiment, I really do. I would rather have friends that can see that I have limits than ones that will push me into danger. I would also just... rather have friends that are willing to accommodate, rather than exclude due to that concern."

I slowly nod my head. That has been a complaint of theirs for a while, now. "Well, (L/N)-san, just know that I will always be here to talk to. I am also more than willing to accommodate for your needs. Such as today, with the time of the appointment! I had so much fun talking to you today that we went thirty minutes over our scheduled time!" Their eyes widen, before they look up to the clock. "Oh no! I am so sorry, Maruki-sensei! I didn't mean to ramble..." "It's no worry! I just noticed the time. I don't have much scheduled for today, but I am sure that you have places to be. Have a good evening and feel free to take a snack on your way out."

They wave goodbye, taking a snack as they leave. I see them look over the ingredients, before putting it in their pocket and walking through the door. As soon as I am sure they are gone, I place my head on my desk and sigh. My mind wanders right back to my strange feelings. It feels exactly like how I felt early on in my relationship with Rumi. A lovesick feeling, complete with butterflies in my stomach, a burning feeling in my chest, and a pleasant lightheadedness whenever I speak to them.

No... no, no, no. This of all things can't be happening! Falling in love with a patient, of all people? That's wrong! It's so wrong! Especially one that has already put so much trust in me as their counselor. That's all I am. I'm a counselor. Not a friend, not a trusted acquaintance, and certainly not a love interest! Why did this have to happen?

I shakily sigh, looking over their files and my notes. It is all so painfully clear, now. Compared to the notes of other patients, the ones I have on (L/N)-san are extremely long and detailed. Some are basically just word for word what they told me during the appointment, including the ones from today. There's also the fact that, for a few weeks now, I've been visiting the places they mention often during our appointments. I have no reason to go to Cafe Leblanc as often as I do, but I've been going there extremely often ever since they became a patient. Is it because I hope to see them there or something along those lines?

I, eventually, find what I am looking for: their workplace and their boss's name. They usually try to avoid mentioning people by name, but during one of our appointments, they got heated enough to tell me his name. I sigh, wondering if I really have the strength to do this. This is going to be different than changing a patient's cognition in multiple ways. For one, I am growing to love this patient a lot more than I should. (L/N)-san has grown on me, to the point where I am even contemplating going out of my way to change their boss's cognition in the first place. To the point where I am going out of my way to try to find them outside of appointments, without even realizing I am doing so. This isn't normal... None of this is, at this point.

I steady my breathing, which I didn't even realize got shaky in the first place, and rationalize the situation. By changing the cognition of their boss, not only will I help (L/N)-san, but possibly their coworkers, too! So, while this may be a decision made with the intention of helping one person, it will ultimately help many. It will be alright. I just have to find the boss, then fix the problem. Just calm down, Maruki. You can do this. You should do this.

I sit there for a few moments, calming myself. Next step, come to terms with my feelings for (L/N)-san. They aren't going to go away, I know that, but I need to figure out how to approach this. I can't go out and court them, at least, not right now... I would need to establish a relationship with them outside of our appointments. Even then, I'm not sure I want to... not after what happened with Rumi. What if something happened to (L/N)-san after we became close? I'm not sure I could handle that. I would just break... I can't let that happen to (L/N)-san, even if that means just staying on the sidelines and pulling a few strings here and there.

I'm fine with just staying as their counselor. Anything to keep them safe. If I keep worrying about these feelings, I'm not going to get anything done. I can't let them overtake my thoughts, no matter how hard it is to resist thinking about them.

Standing, I write down the name and company, before placing the files and notes nearly where they belong. Staring at the name on the sticky note, I sigh. "Haruki Tanaka", (L/N)-san's boss. This is it. I've made up my mind. I must change this man, for (L/N)-san's sake. They don't have to know I did it, just like every other patient I've changed the cognition of. This case might be a bit... odd, but it has the same end goal.

If I can't be with (L/N)-san, then I'll just protect them from the sidelines.

#p5r maruki #p5r #persona 5 royal maruki #persona 5 royal #takuto maruki #yandere

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elirandom · 30 days ago

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20 questions for fic writers

stolen from @lamardeuse back in 2023 and languishing in my drafts forever

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

124,445

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now I'm adding notes to a possible Soapghost fic, I've ideas for an H50 fic I never know if it'll see the light of day, and bits and pieces of unfinished things in every fandom I ever been in i think.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I've yet to be the king of my castle (911, Buck/Tommy)

On this road I'm crawling (H50, McDanno)

Cause I keep runnin' from my heart (H50, McDanno)

I want to hurry home to you (NCIS LA, Sam/Callen)

Playing favourites (Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones/Gwen Cooper)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! Why? Because it's fun, I might be late replying because of handwave everything in my life rn

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

An old Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, MCD fic; As I die (Reaping through the truth, Life becomes untrue)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Difficult question, but possibly Cause I keep runnin' from my heart.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Lol no. I'm not the type of writer people get up in arms about, I'm the casual read when you're scrolling a tag

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I'm so tame these days I hardly reach the Explicit rating. But there's bdsm, blood play etc back there since I used to write Spike/Angel and Riddick AUs.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've a couple I think, the one I remember is Torchwood/Angel the series.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubt it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once! That was so cool actually.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah, nothing saved but back in Livejournal days and before that on message boards rooms, kinda like discord.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Writing wise I think Spike/Angel, it used to be so easy to write a ficlet here and there. They've got such massive shared history to dig into.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Dom/Brian werewolf AU. There's also a Spike/Angel that's nearly finished and something gets stuck every time I try and finish it. But hey, I finished my NCIS LA fic series, it only took me 10+ years so who knows. I just need my brain back, there's too much in ny life rn.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character's voices? I have no idea but that's how every story starts in my head, these dialogues that I then have to build around which isn't my strong suit. But just cause I feel like I've got their voices right doesn't mean they ring true in someone's else's ears.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting and research. The overarching idea for a giant plot always falls apart on the nitty gritty for me. Either I lose momentum and start hating the story, or the nitty gritty becomes like reading a factual add-on. And research stumps me because see previous, I've a hard time picking out what the reader's need to follow along the story and not take them out of the story with too many facts.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't know if I ever have?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pitch Black I think. Or Angel/Spike.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I still think the old SGA McShep ficlets Rainy days/When the rain lets up but that could be because it was such good fun to be apart of that fandom and I remember enjoying writing that.

#elizaria #elirandom #ao3 writer #anyone wants to do it themselves - go for it

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sincelastsession · 7 months ago

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I had to talk somebody out of killing themselves today.

Simultaneously the neighbors that hate me were all in the pool with friends and new neighbors and they were all talking about me and shouting and saying fucked up shit at my apartment. I did not look out my window I did not respond. I didn't call a noise complaint. I was too busy trying to get someone to not blow their brains out.

I did everything I could do.

I'm ANGRY.

Do you know how much I wish I could be petty as hell back to my neighbors?

Do you know how much I want to beat the breaks off the person I had to talk down.

I am so fucking mad.

I hope when I move it's so fucking quiet and peaceful that I'll do better and heal and absolutely wreck everyone's skewed perception of me.

OVER SKIN COLOR they think I'm the only one reporting them. They're scared of my neighbor, they've been trying to befriend her but she knows what they're doing to me.

Yeah. I need help finding an easy to operate 360 camera not wired. There's like 60 with similar reviews on Amazon. Lowe's was zero help. Not even trying best buy or home depot because they're probably just as incompetent.

So if in your free time you feel up to it and see something worth a damn could you email me a link?

I mean I'm looking myself still.

Also another reason that I don't really have a desire to kill myself is how fucking and sufferable it is sometimes to talk people down and it's not my first rodeo I don't know why I was cursed in this lifetime to do nothing but fucking talk idiot fucking depressed people down from hurting themselves but it's been a giant trend in my life since I was a child pretty much like 15.

This is an even a guy or a girl that I have romantically been interested in this is just a friend of mine that lives in New Orleans and it's always out of the blue they always fucking call me out of the blue or text me out of the blue because they know that I will pick up the phone.

I guess

Because in the past when I have felt that way when I have felt like not being alive anymore and I've tried to contact people that I thought were my friends they didn't fucking answer the phone.

And I have lost 2 friends of mine because I didn't answer the phone. And I could blame that on myself where I couldn't but I played a part in not answering the phone.

And people all the time tell me to put my phone on silent when I go to bed. But I can't it doesn't matter how many sounds and notifications go off during the middle of the night I cannot put that fucking thing on silent because of situations like this.

Like honestly what do I want to do with my life right now as of this moment I want to fucking move I want to make a beautiful home I want to break the chains of the bullshit family curse that just is awful. I want to create and paint and be part of apparently what my core self is supposed to be and run a little online store and I wanna make graphics so I can make a passive income on like one of those T-shirt company websites that buy designs from people so there's an extra passive income. I want to create tattoo flash for people to buy. I want to foster and clicker train dogs and I have considered getting certified in training courses to become a trainer even though dogs are not my favorite animal. I want to own a dog I don't know what kind but I would like to own one that probably somebody didn't think would turn out to be a good dog something like that. I have considered doing social work but specialized. I have considered asking my friend if I could work for his capital city concierge company when I am mentally and physically able to do so and that would bring me up in society and class wise and do a whole hell of a lot for me if he would be generous enough to hire me. I do have a lot of talents that I didn't realize are talents that would be very helpful for him and his company and for just people in general. I have also thought about being a private investigator. I don't know what kind of schooling or what I need to know to do that but it sounds pretty cool. I have thought about getting certified and reiki and becoming a rakie master which would afford me clients willing to pay me a lot of money for energy work and that could pay my bills very easily.

I mean I'm at the point where I'm about to make an only fan somehow and just not put my face in the pictures and just take a bunch of nudes it's even if they suck and see how much money I can make with that to at least give me a safety Nat and fucking put it down payment on a fucking house because we live in a distopy and hell hole.

Also my thoughts on Trump getting shot. They missed I'm disappointed. But I don't think they missed I think it was all staged. I've known plenty of people in the military and I've known snipers and they do not just graze the president's ear. I'm sure that they have some guy that really just wants to go back to jail that is going to admit that he did it so the X president can get cloutAnd build on his campaign with theat peoples at back him being extra protective in pulling other people in with bullshit empathy. I mean I'm pretty sure this is some sort of art of war tactic because there's just no fucking way after seeing the footage that it was just some random dude. Also his head is really large so I don't know how you wouldjust graze the cheek and the ear. But maybe that's because I'm a good shot and I took riflery and I know damn well it's not that hard.

Honestly it's probably not the best time but I desperately want to go and just fucking adopt a dog and send my landlord $500 deposit.

Unfortunately the breed of dog that I would like to own is not allowed on the premises that's not a pitbull.

And the whole point of that would be for protection and ESA and a working dog to help me with my ptsd

In the past I have asked my parents multiple times If we could somehow acquire a service dog or one to train and register to help me with my PTSD etc. Luckily one of my cats and then the trash babies it is learning from her do a-okay job. Unfortunately they cannot protect me because they are tiny creatures except for the fact that Griffin is 18 pounds of pillow pet and that's not going to help.

Do you have any resources on getting a service animal or acquiring a dog 2 train 2 become your service animal?

I really feel like that would be helpful for me.

Anyway I don't know if I'm gonna sleep tonight but I have to be awake for 2 PM tomorrow because Travis is gonna come Uber and hang out with me and then at 5 PM me and Travis are going to meet my beloved friend Lucy who was my roommate before I moved into this shit hole and I am looking forward to having dinner with them.

I have no idea what I'm going to wear or if I'm need to leave and get up even earlier to go and find something at a store to wear and get a birthday present for Lucy.

I'm just tired of showing up to events and places in the same fucking clothing that just is on rotation and I feel like I look like Adam Sandler and it's really comfortable to dress that way but I look stupid

And then I'm fucking mad that a woman twice my size called me a stupid fat bitch and is intagonizing me when I have done nothing malicious towards her.

I don't know how to fight back or go on offense for this sort of situation it just seems like it's going to become more dangerous till I move out which is what they want and my other neighbor desperately doesn't want me to move out because she's not like them and I don't know how to explain that because she tried to explain it to me about black culture which I don't understand because I'm not black and she said that they're going to keep doing this shit till I move most likely. It's interesting to me how they won't fuck with her. Like their kids have tried to fuck with her and she has just glared at them and they have shut their damn mouths and I have seen that. And then yeah the people in that apartment are trying to be friendly with her and she's just ignoring them.

Because she took pictures of the little daycare bullshit and all the other crap that's been going on around the apartment complex all the nasty stuff etc and just broken shit etc things that I've been talking to the office about since I moved in that they said they don't have a budget for

But guess what instead of installing cameras for the safety of the resonance they are getting new pool furniture

Surely that will help everything

I mean fuck me I hope I find a house I hope it's fucking awesome and I hope I could have a nice house warming party and I don't know if hippo would allow it but I would invite you and my neighbor and Travis and Lucy and some other nice people and it would be a nice quiet chill time.

I'm just hoping that I never have to live in another fucking apartment for the rest of my life because this is not a place that is good for me.

I don't like living in a community of people like this.

I have never lived in a home where I got to decorate or express myself how I wanted to and I have still not gotten to do that here for the past 5 years other than hanging up some art.

Because I have lived in fear of my father's threats of I've taken everything away so I haven't really decorated because I didn't think that I would have lived here this long so it's never been a place I could nest nor that felt like home

And I don't feel like it's a safe space anymore. It's been a safe space for many people that I love and care about but now it's not since those people moved in.

And I'm gonna find a camera and I'm gonna Find a damn good camera I'm gonna mount it where I can see every fucking thing that's going on and I'm going to have it HURT to a terabyte hard Drive so Even If it does get knocked Down all of the video footage is going to be on that hard Drive.

And I'm mad as fuck that I have to do all of this shit because I don't really have the budget for this.

I didn't have the budget the other day to take my mother out to eat because her blood sugar was dropping and she was being awful and I couldn't stand it so I just told her to pull into the expensive Mexican restaurant she was whining about so we could go get food so she would chill out and come back to normal. And I'm still mad and I'm still fucking bothat my entire life I have had to feed my mom sugar tablets bring her a cup of apple juice and things like that when I was a child.

My parents think that they have had to take care of me no that's what the nurses and doctors and physical therapists did in my teachers and my grandmothers

I raised my fucking idiot parents

And I'm mad about it

I didn't have a fucking child hood that I can remember.

I am so fucking mad I am so fucking mad that I had to save somebody's life again

I should have just let them but then I would be a monster if I had

I wish that there was some way that I could get back at my neighbors and I have been thinking about it for quite a while now and I can't think of a tactic to use with the kind of tactics they're using that will throw them off completely and get them to leave me alone and fucking respect me as a person

And the thing is the office has heard their children speaking to me rudely and didn't say a fucking thing to those kids and that's their job is to go up to the apartment where those children live knock on the door and say hey your children were just disrespecting another resident for no reason and you need to come get them.

No I don't have a problem with the little kids that don't have self-awareness yet. They're going to scream and screech and laugh and cry and be little kids.

The ones I have a fucking problem with are the ones that are older than 4 years old walking around cursing and acting like their Mamma taught them 2 me and other people.

I mean how hateful do you have to be and how much real estate am I taking up in this bitch's head?

My neighbor miss Darlene has been really kind enough to go and check when she's up at night to see if anybody has messed with anything in my flower plant area which is barren because I'm too scared to plant anything because little shit head kids or just going to yank it out of the pots or dump shit over.

And I need to go outside and sweep and clean all the spider webs from around the windows and all that and move my things around and sweep all the leaves and shit off the balcony and all the extra dirt from the last time they destroyed everything.

And then I don't know what I'm going to do I don't know what would be a good idea to do.

Because if I leave my apartment they're going to run outside if they're not already sitting outside in this heat which is just crazy if they're that bored and They just say things to me to try to get a reaction and then the fucking office never does anything about it.

Because I don't have proof.

I mean it's July so that means it's the beginning of spooky season for me so I'm probably going to go to Michael's and get a lot of decorations if they aren't horribly expensive or come up with my own decorations and window clings and stuff because this is a time of year that I want to enjoy that I rarely get to enjoy and I've told you before in June it begins I have this sense of horrible dread all the way up to my birthday

I don't know why it happens

I don't know what part of my life and what trauma happened during that time that makes me have this reaction

And it's aggravating because I don't need this with APTSD flair and autistic burn out at the same time it's a cluster fuck of problems that is just driving me nuts

I wish I could go on vacation but I don't want to subject my ESA cats to loud as people while I'm gobecause they can't even do their jobs correctly because people are screaming so loud that they're going to hide.

So I'm angry I'm super fucking angry and I'm so tired of people treating me like shit and I'm tired of being the one that talks people down from suicide and I'm tired of being the 1 that everybody comes 22 use and for help because they don't know how to use basic fucking common sense and act right.

I don't know what is in my circle of control right now.

I don't know if you're religious or not or if you have friends that are religious or not but If you do pray please pray that I get a nice home so I can get better so I can continue to work with you so I can be financially stable and get the fuck away from all these toxic ass people in my life. I just want to heal and be left alone other than maybe having a partner that is good and positive for me around or more than one partner I don't really even care at this point.

I don't even know what my fucking sexuality is anymore I have so many questions and I'm so frustrated and confused because it's like am I just gay am I just a lesbian or am I bi or am I pansexual or am I specifically only attracted to certain types of feminine energy and masculine energy or what like I don't know I need like a giant book with tests or something that tells me

Maybe I should just go consult a younger genzi person and ask them to read what my queer fortune is

Because I know I am I just don't fucking understand it

I mean I've known it since I was little

I mean I'm romantically attracted to women.

I am not sexually attracted to women when it comes to genitalia. A Stone top would be excellent possibly. I have met a few that I have been very attracted to.

With men I'm attracted Romantically to men and sexually to men but I do not care about their dicks I really don't as long as they don't have an STD or STI that's all I care about

And then with trans people I am attracted to the many stages of transition male and female and I don't understand that perseil and people have bitched me out about having preferences and who I like and told me that I was fantasizing those people which I don't believe in doing.

So I mean I don't know if I'm pansexual or what.

I haven't really had that much experience and the experiences I have had have all been sexual assault rape or pressured sucks or just really bad sex or asexual vol type or Gray Ace type relationship or fucking long distance and then I've had my past of being a female dominant or a Domme Where I did have 2 male subs. I didn't do anything incorrectly with that situation and they were very happy however I had to stop due to life circumstances and because it became exhausting for me because I'm just not cut out to do that especially right now in my life I could not go back to it I could be a switch.

Mostly I'm just frustrated and exhausted because I wanted to spend my Saturday doing whatever the fuck I wanted and relaxing and I could not do that because every time I try to do that something comes up

Just dad ass every single fucking time I'm like I'm gonna have a lazy day and do nothing some dumb fuckery happens even if I'm minding my own goddamn business it's always something insane

And then I found out that lucky lighthouse doesn't exist anymore and I need to go find a candle place where they can just burn me a candle to just take whatever the fuck has been set on me off And I normally don't believe in curses in hex's and jinx's on most days because it's mostly cyplogical but I mean at this point with the amount of shit that just continuously happens I don't think it could hurt anything to try and see

I mean I could do my own craft which I do plan to do and maybe that will make me feel better and maybe that will have some sort of effect on these stupid fucking idiots

Because I mean if they're gonna make my life hell to where I can't leave my apartment without fear of One of them catching me in the parking lot to beat me up because of why I don't know but they have set it out loud and it has been directed at me in an indirect manner which I cannot really describe it's just fucking games it's like high school Maine girl type games

Just ratchet shady bullshit with lots of lying and people think that I'm the cause of all of it and I'm not

I'm so fucking angry II don't even know how to calm down and I've taken my medicine and it's just not really helping anything at the moment maybe I need about 10 more minutes I'm not sure but it's just ridiculous and I'm tired and I just want a normal fucking life

Like the grass is not greener in my position at all I would much rather work a very boring 925 and be perfectly healthy and Do all these things that I see other people I know that are healthy and working their asses off do

And the thing is like they don't understand how much I wish I could do some of the things that they do they complain about their lives so much and then they don't realize how easy they have it and they think I have it easy and I don't and I never have

I think I'm seen as some sort of spoiled brat by some people and that's just not the case at all like nobody knows what it's like to be me nobody gets as much insight into my life as my therapist do.

And I do talk a lot and it's not something that I can really control I was told by my past Doctor that I was processing out loud and I was told by a neurologist that that was also probably what was happening and they think when I got the concussion it made it worse because like when you have all these mental health conditions and your brain gets shaken around like jello it just lights all those conditions on fire and it's like proven you can go look and see on The internet the studies and stuff that they have found about like you know pre-existing conditions being worse by concussion

And I desperately want another radiologist that works with MRI imaging to look at my brain scans because something is wrong it does not look right I'm not a radiologist but I'm not a radiologist but I have looked at all of it and something is desperately strikingly wrong of the pictures of my brain versus the pictures of your average brain like the part in the middle that is supposed to connect looks more like a big open butterfly in my brain which is indicative of schizophrenia birth defects and other conditions and that bothers me

I would just like to know if it's causing any problems or if that is part of the problem that nobody ever thought about.

And then I have some spots on my scan that nobody will fucking address and that's really concerning especially the spot right next to Important parts of my brain

Also when I was younger I did see a neurologist because I was having cognitive issues and they told me that I had some sort of encephalitis but said it was no big deal and that I would be fine and I was not given any medicine and I remember seeing the brain imaging in these spots but I don't understand why I was never treated for whatever the fuck that was and that was at the neuromedical center and I don't remember the Doctor's name and we just left and never went back and I'm like what the fuck

Also I'm fucking angry that even if I did have packing boxes and packing tape and an array of sharpees to write down exactly what is in every box so I make sure that I don't lose anything because my brain will inevitably do that

But anyway no I can't get that done because it's hard to get anything done and even function and take care of myself with people who are fucking screaming and saying fucked app shit at me towards my apartment from the pool where they are looking up into my apartment even though I have curtains

Being taunted and all this shit needs to stop

Because I am trying to be on my best behavior but the part of me that I have put on lockdown from my Younger years when I Used To Run the Streets with my Best Friend who is fucking Dead from an Overdose. That part of me that version of me wants to come out. And nobody wants to deal with her and nobody likes to deal with her. And she's at mean fucking psycho bitch. And she is part of me but we keep her locked away because it's better that way.

The only time I have glimpses or feelings like I did back in the day is when I flash out. Like I don't want to go buy or dig up my hoop earrings. I don't want to slick my hair back and style it like I used to. I do not want to enter Walmart and buy a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and various other accessories in which I used to rock.

Why because I'm too old maybe if I was younger I would have done this by now.

And that part of me needs to just fucking stay locked away.

I mean I can't explain to you I haven't figured out how to explain to you in detail how many lives I have lived in this one lifetime and how many versions of me there are

And when I say that I mean that I have been autistic my whole life and I've been masking and mirroring my entire life as well which is exhausting.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years ago

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Can we have a younger yandere please?

They’d ask you for help all the time—tips, advice, with accidents, work, life and pretty much everything. You notice, so maybe you could just ask why. They’d be happy to answer, just like they always are. Simple enough.

It’s weird how they always seem know what to ask help for though, it’s always something you seem to be able to help with, like helping them learn your favorite hobby! Maybe that’s just how coincidences work.

or ANYTHING, PLEASE! :(

Thank you!

tw - stalking, age gap, obsessive behavior, slight possessive behavior, and delusional thoughts.

i really like the idea of a 'childhood friend' kinda relationship, wherein the yandere is just a few years younger than their older, oblivious darling. it's not a wide age gap, no more than half a decade, but it's enough to keep you in separate grades, operating in different friend groups, to let you get out of school and move away from your hometown while they're still stuck in high school, still clinging to memories they've managed to convince themself you haven't completely forgotten. you still like them, you still care about them, you're just... busy, too distracted to spare any time for the kid you used to babysit. that's alright. you left them, but they're more than happy to close that distance, to find their way back to your side. they love you, and they know you'd do the same for them, if you ever thought to.

they do their best to follow you, to go to the university you went to, to connect themselves to you any way they can. they try not to invade your privacy, but they check your social media accounts more often than they should, try to keep track of what you're doing, where you are, what they can buy and leave dotted around their dorm room to make it feel like you're actually living with them, even if the habit does earn a few worried glances from their roommate. after graduation, they move to the city you're living in, the city they spent hours trying to find through road signs in the backgrounds of pictures and vague mentions of local businesses you still seem to go to. they don't bother for applying anywhere else, just to the company you're working for, just for an entry position in your department. you claim not to recognize them, only smiling and laughing when they mention that you're from the same hometown, but they know you're just being shy. they know you wouldn't forget them, not really, not for very long.

and you're so nice to them, nicer than you'd ever be to some stranger. you volunteer to train them (you say that rookie orientation is always your responsibility, but they don't believe you), invite them out for drinks (albeit, with a few of your other coworkers), and when you find out their apartment building is only a block away from yours, you offer to walk them home (or, admit that you'll be taking the same route, at least). you've changed a lot, but so many of your old habits are still in-tact - you still leave your front door unlocked at night, still keep a spare set of keys where anyone you've invited in can just pick them up and carry them away, still sleep too deeply and too soundly to wake up when someone slips into your bed to hold you until the sun rises and you start to stir. they know they can't go too far with you, just yet. it's been so long, and they want so much, but they have to be careful, gentle, and as much as they'd like to, they can't move in or hold your hand or do anything about all those awful friends of yours, not right now, not until you warm up to them, again. they love you, and they know you love them, even if you've always struggled to show it. they know that, if they wait long enough, if they follow you closely enough, they'll get to be with you, one day. the two of you will get to be together.

and then, you'll never have to leave them behind again.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

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arcticlegend · 2 years ago

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Here's another funny one that's sorta smutty: A Vergil x Twitch streamer! reader scenario where the reader (can be gender neutral) finished a broadcast and Vergil walks in. Sexy times ensue but after they've done the deed, they realize the stream was still on 😬 🤣.

HERE WE GO! Better late than never!!! I'm always open for asks if anyone's interested!

Vergil x TwitchStreamer!Reader (GN)

Warnings: Smut

STAR STREAMER

“And that about wraps it up for today! Thank you so much for all of your support! I cant wait to see you guys tomorrow!”

You gave one final wave to your viewers and your sweetest smile before reaching for the off button, but was interrupted by the click of your door shutting behind you. You figured it was either Dante or Vergil since both of the brothers had keys to your apartment, though you immediately knew who it was when you saw the dark coat in the mirror. Moving one side of your headphones off of an ear, you turned to see the man of your dreams setting Yamato down onto the bed, resting it in the soft bunch of your comforter.

“Vergil!”

In a second he was by your fancy gamer chair, leaning down to peck you on the cheek, soft and chaste. He was warm, the heat washing over your face felt so good after being in a chilly, air conditioner room for five hours.

“How was your day today?”

You asked and in response, he sighed, rubbing a hand on your neck to massage the stiff muscles. It felt so good that you removed the headphones entirely and leaned forward so he had better access to that sensitive area. The dopamine flooded your brain at his touch just as it always did.

“It wasn’t terrible. Dante invited me to his favorite bar. He claimed it was the second best way to spend time together, as he put it.”

You smirked up at your precious devil, “What? I thought you weren’t a fan of crowds.”

He rolled his eyes in mock irritation, settling on a little smirk. “It’s a charming little place. There weren’t many people there in that hour, so it was… less obnoxious than I thought.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, already missing the way his circled over your aching neck. Still sitting in your chair, you were at level with his hip, nuzzling your cheek into him. You could smell the bar on his coat, though it didn’t smell bad, it filled your senses with the cigarette smoke, the tang of beer and bar-b-q. It was so… normal, though you could still find the clean, peppermint underneath. His gloved palm found your cheek, his thumb running over the bone beneath your eye, pressing in such a way that gave you goose bumps.

“How was your day? You seem to have had some fun.”

You pulled away from him, the leather of his glove grazing over your soft skin.

“I had so much fun today! Everyone was so great and the game was amazing! I had the perfect ultimate, Vergil!! There was one match where we won because of my ult and it was so exciting!!!”

He smirked lovingly down at you, a brow pinched in amusement as he let you ramble about your game. He would try to play them with you occasionally, but he wasn’t very good, so he normally settled for just watching. He loved listening to you talk, loving how your eyes got bright and passionate, how you sounded so confident when you talked about something you cared about.

“I wish you could’ve saw it, Verge! You would’ve been so proud! I-“

He caught your lips in a soft kiss, plush against your own, they moved together in a slow, intimate rhythm. You stood up out of your chair to meet him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. His hand cupped the back of your head while the other rested at your hip as your lips smacked deliciously. It didn’t take long for your breath to pick up the pace and to hitch as he pressed you closer, grinding his growing need against your stomach.

“Someone’s excited.” You said with the cockiest grin, eyes sparkling with that knowing look.

“Too much time has passed since I’ve gotten to have you like this.”

Oh yeah, he was right about that and you could feel every bit of it begin to pool between your legs at just the thought of him stuffing you full.

He hoisted you up, a laugh tumbling from your throat as he dropped you to the bed behind him, leaning over you. He mouthed at your neck, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as he ground into you, pulling quiet gasps from your parted lips. His back was to your set up, your legs spread and lifted up as he showed you what exactly he had in store for you.

“What do you want, beautiful?”

You looked down at him, his blue eyes shining with excitement as he began move back. Judging by the look on his face, he was hungry and he knew exactly what he wanted, already moving towards his prize. He leaned down, adjusting his body to have his head eye level with your sex. You still wore your favorite pajama pants, only wondering why for a brief moment before he pulled them off enthusiastically.

“What do you want?” he asked again, this time more demanding.

“I want you! I want… I need your mouth. Please, Verge…”

You didn’t have to tell him twice because he was on you in an instant, pink lips turning red as he sucked and kissed you, tongue laving over your most sensitive areas, looking up at you from between your legs. How could you possibly resist carding your fingers through his hair or resist the urge to clamp your legs on his face as he worked you up.

“Vergil! Oh my god… Fuck!”

He pulled back for a moment, lips glistening, “Feel good, my dearest? Do you want a little more?”

…

Dante looked over at his phone, noticing the notification that his good friend was still streaming. Normally her sessions ended around five to six hours, so out of curiosity, opened it.

…

“V-Vergil!”

He had you pressed down, his hips settled between your open legs, his cock gliding in and out of your lubed hole. You were a drooling mess as he pressed deeper into you, dragging over just the right places to set you off. He still wore that trademark coat of his, in so much of a hurry to fuck you that he didn’t even bother taking off his clothes. It was a rush, one of the few times you had a quickie this hot.

“You’re so tight… Sucking me in so good… My sweet heart…”

You wrapped your arms over his shoulders as he slammed into you, the clap of your bodies being muffled by your clothes. His breathing picked up a bit, hands sliding up your thighs to cup your ass and in this new angle, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over you,

“OH! Oh my god! Fuck!” The last word was drawn out, your voice shaking with each rush of his body against your own.

His lips met yours, swallowing your moans and for a moment, you thought you were going to cum… at least until his phone began to ring. The vibrations and quiet ring tone of violin and piano cut through your haze, distracted you from your prize. He didn’t seem to mind the phone, continuing to press deeper into you, trying to find the bottom of your slick hole.

Must’ve been Dante then… why else would he just ignore it unless he recognized the ringtone he set for his younger brother. Vergil continued on as if he never heard a thing.

“Was that important?” you asked, the question muffled into his lips as he tried to silence it.

“Ignore him. He isn’t ruining this.”

As soon as the phone stopped, it began to ring again and you could swear Vergil was going to pop a blood vessel.

“If you need to answer that, you can. We can just get back to it.”

He didn’t. Instead, he rejected the call and turned it off, tossing it onto your pillow. He gave you the cockiest grin before kissing you again, rocking into you as if he never called. It ignited the fire in you again, your need for release growing with every pump of his cock. He was feverish, the red that flushed his collarbone and the tips of his ears, burned as he picked up his pace. You could feel the way his muscles tensed, how close he was getting. It made you burn even hotter.

“Vergil… you feel so good… so good, don’t stop!”

He took only a moment to adjust before fucking into you harder, hitting just the right spot. It was everything you needed, it was just what your body craved and suddenly you were on the precipice of your climax, moaning and gasping, desperate to fall off the edge.

“You’re gonna cum? Come on, dearest… Let it go and cum for me, won’t you?”

That was it, you were done for. Your stomach muscles tightened, toes curled as you peaked. Your orgasm wracked your body, your legs shaking as he kept going to chase his own release. It was heavenly how the light from the ceiling fan cascaded over his skin, giving it a warm glow rather than the cool pale it usually was. It was almost like looking at an angel, an angel that was pulling you up out of your body, like a drug. He dragged the pleasure out of you, his excited thrusts like that of an animal in heat.

“V…Verge!”

He pulled his hands out from under you ass to wrap around you, holding you close as he fucked into you with desperation.

“I’m almost there… fuck…”

You clenched around him, feeling the ripple of his veins, feeling his cock grow impossibly hard and his thrusts became shallow. He growled, teeth bared and eyes closed as he began to fill you. Shot after shot of hot, sticky seed covered your inner walls and you twitched with every helping.

“Darling… I love you so much…” you whispered sweetly to him, kissing his temple as he held himself up over you. A little bead of sweat dripped down from his forehead as he looked down to meet your ecstatic gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered back, taking your lips one last time before the phone rang again. This time, it was yours.

“Who in the hell is that?” He ground out, teeth clenched with a scowl that could kill if looks could.

You reached up under your pillow to pull out your cellphone and saw that it was none other than Dante. It made you look up at the eldest brother with concern.

“Should you take this call? It might be important if he’s calling me too.”

Vergil slid his finger over the reject button, adamant that he wasn’t going to answer. However, that didn’t stop him from texting. When your phone pinged, his eyes darkened like you hadn’t seen before.

“What does he want!?”

You opened the message and what you read sent your heart down into your stomach. Fear churned in your intestines as you looked over Vergil’s shoulder at the webcam you had left on this whole time.

Hey sweet thing. You might want your private time to be kept private, though right now you’re quite the star. You’ve been getting donations out the ass and the comment section is wild right now!

“Vergil… The webcam…”

He looked confused as if he didn’t understand why that was important, but suddenly it clicked. Shrugging off his coat, he tossed it at the webcam, covering it so that he could prevent those perverts from seeing more of his partner.

“Damn it!” he said quietly, not wanting the camera to pick up anything else. You threw on your robe and rushed to turn it off, not even bothering to read the comments as you could only imagine what they said.

GirlGamrr42: What a god!

Reaperthighz44: She’s banging someone like that… jealous.

Ulquihime_67_: How had this account not been flagged yet?

NekoBeanie: Oh my god she left it on!

CwosauntLov3r: Is this what we’ve been missing?

Sylvester68686: ^.^

Dante had been trying to tell them it was still on this whole time and they ignored it… Thousands of people had just watched you fuck. Did they see anything? Did they see you naked?

His coat had been on the whole time, thank God…. Maybe they didn’t see anything too crazy. Probably why you hadn’t gotten banned yet, but…

He totally ate you out. They watched him suck you off on camera and though they might not have seen anything… they totally saw it happen and heard the noises.

“I’m sorry.”

He said after a while, just sitting on your bed as you stood there in your robe, staring down at the webcam.

“It’s okay, love. You didn’t know.”

He grunted in frustration and stood.

“If I had just answered the god damned phone, we would’ve-“ interrupting him, you pulled him into a hug, quieting him.

“It’s fine, dear. We’ll figure this out.”

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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