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死 KKANGPAE | #14 死

† camping trip mysteries †

"You'd have never said you'd be involved in a Council of 9 meeting at any point in your life; yet here you are, suddenly thrusted into a mission with the Chief you've just hooked up with, because your life couldn't possibly get more complicated."

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word count: 9k

content: female friendships, silly conversations, Vyunjin, dodgeball, AD being horrible with throws, cryptic stuff, council meetings, having to work with jeon officially, gang loyalty and bestie gossip

☠ author's note ☠

I really milked this camping trip for all it's worth, huh? Three whole chapters of outdoor shenanigans! I regret NOTHING. Anyway, here's the conclusion of our little nature excursion! Hope you enjoyed this slightly more chill setting (apart from, y'know, chapter 12's 👉🏻👌🏻 situation) because don't worry—there's PLENTY of time for everything to go spectacularly to shit later <3

MY KIWI HEAD 🥝🤧 I genuinely love him so much and I'm as surprised as you are! Who would have thought?? I seriously had ZERO intentions for Takama when I started this—no plan, no backstory, nothing. He just showed up in my brain one day demanding rights.

Maybe I love him so much because he's the only one with more than two functioning brain cells? Like, the man is just... chill. Nice. Using his fucking brain. Being all wise and grounding while everyone else is having emotional crises left and right. THE VOICE OF REASON IN THIS CIRCUS.

Takama x Reader endgame??? Jkjk this is a Jeon Jungkook fanfic ☝️ ...which doesn't mean shit won't happen before/after 👀

ANYWAY I'll leave you to make your own assumptions about our kiwi boy. All I'm saying is that sometimes characters write themselves into your heart and there's nothing you can do about it. Is it just me as an author having unhealthy attachments to my own creations? PROBABLY! You tell me!

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go cry about my fictional characters for the fifth time this week. It's only Tuesday. Send help.

xoxo 💋

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The morning hike with Chaewon was exactly what you needed—fresh air, quiet trails... No drama.

But of course, you can't have nice things in Kkangpae.

Not when you return to find V lounging on a log like some tragic hero while J-Hope patches up his split lip.

"What the hell happened here?"

You eye the scene, already getting a headache. The thorny scent of roses fills your lungs as V gives you what immediately recognize as a smug smile.

"Just a little disagreement." V's smile is all teeth despite his busted lip. "Jeon can get rather feisty when he wants to."

J-Hope just rolls his eyes, clearly done with V's bullshit. He hands you a sanitary napkin without looking up, too busy sorting through his medical supplies—which basically means please help me deal with this drama queen.

You crouch next to V, ignoring how his eyes track your movement like he's a cat and you're the bird he wants to catch. The napkin comes away bloody when you dab at his lip, and his body tenses slightly under your touch—barely noticeable if you weren't trained to pick up on these things.

"Careful now." His voice drops low, playful. "I might bite."

You don't miss a beat.

"You bite, you get no help." The words come out flat, unimpressed. "I'm not one of your fangirls, V."

His games might work on others, but you've seen enough of his thorny side to know better.

Those roses have teeth.

A low chuckle breaks the tension. J-Hope's back with his medical supplies, but V's still watching you—though now with something that might be respect.

Or whatever passes for respect in that thorny mind of his.

"You really had it coming this time." J-Hope clicks his tongue, cranky doctor mode fully activated as he settles back down. "Jeon isn't someone you poke for fun without expecting consequences."

"Me?" V's eyebrow shoots up, all wounded innocence. "I was just having a friendly chat. Who knew our brooding Chief still had some fight left in him?"

The act doesn't fool anyone—especially not J-Hope, who (you bet your ass) has been patching up the aftermath of V's friendly chats' for years.

"Friendly chat?" J-Hope scoffs, dabbing at V's lip with more force than strictly necessary. "You two always turn everything into a dick-measuring contest. One of these days someone's gonna end up with worse than a busted lip."

V leans toward you like he's sharing a secret, mischief written all over his features. "He's just worried he'll run out of medical supplies if we keep this up."

You expect J-Hope to snap back—he usually does when people get like this.

But he just sighs, shoulders heavy with a worry that feels too genuine for the Kkangpae's ruthless doctor.

"Or maybe I'm worried you'll end up with a split skull, dumbass."

It's weird, the way it dribbles from his lips—like actual concern.

Which is weird in a place like this, where caring too much can get you killed. But then again, J-Hope's always been different. Maybe that's why he's one of the few people V actually listens to.

Sometimes?

V's eyes meet yours, like he's either hunting for something or escaping whatever was swirling in the doctor's pupils. Though, as everything with V, it vanishes instantly behind that shark-like grin.

"Ah, Hobi, always looking out for me. What would I do without you?"

"Probably be lying in a ditch somewhere." J-Hope says it casually, but his snark feels less blunt now.

He gives V's shoulder a quick pat—kinda saying 'you're patched up, now get out of my face.' V nods his thanks, but his attention is already sliding back to you. His gaze lingers a bit too long, assessing.

"You've got a steady hand," he drawls, and you know he's not just talking about your first aid skills.

Thorns prickle your skin.

"And you've got a death wish." You hand the bloody napkin back to J-Hope, keeping your voice flat.

Unimpressed.

V's laugh shatters in the quiet. "Oh, you're interesting. I like you."

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" You arch an eyebrow at him. "Coming from someone who just got his ass handed to him by Jeon, I'm not sure how much that's worth."

His smile widens; ever so slightly. Like what you said made him feel something—bad or good, you really don't care, but it's like his vines are slowly creeping into your lungs.

You just sigh, shrug it off. It's not your problem.

You've got enough on your plate without getting caught up in whatever dick-measuring contest is going on between V and Jeon.

Your attention abruptly shifts to Takama, sitting cross-legged in the grass like some zen master on his coffee break. Despite looking perfectly relaxed with his can of coffee, you know better—the man's probably cataloguing every movement in a three-mile radius.

He's just that kind of observant. It's just how he is, what he does, that much is clear from your training sessions with him.

Persistent without being belligerent; consistent without being insistent.

It's weird seeing him in casual clothes. The navy sweater and white collar combo is a far cry from his usual tactical gear, making him look almost... normal. Like he could be anyone's slightly intimidating older brother instead of Jeon's deadly second-in-command. Even his loose jeans seem deliberately chosen for comfort rather than combat.

He doesn't move a muscle as you approach, eyes fixed on the horizon like his mind has found refuge among the spongy dunes skittering away in the sky.

Or maybe he's just really into his morning coffee.

You plop down beside him, the damp grass immediately soaking through your pants because of course it does.

"Peaceful morning, isn't it?"

You break the silence, knowing Takama won't. Man's got the conversation skills of a particularly stoic rock when he wants to.

There's something calming about his presence though.

Like he's the drizzle after the hurricane.

Plus, he probably won't try to murder anyone over breakfast. Unlike some people you could name.

"Peace is rare around here." The corner of Takama's mouth quirks up slightly. "Savor it while it lasts."

You settle into the comfortable silence, watching the horizon paint itself in morning colors. Next to Takama, even coffee breaks feel philosophical.

"You and V," he starts, offering you the can. "You get along?"

You grab it and take a sip, considering your answer. The coffee's gone lukewarm.

"Hmm."

Yeah that's your answer, because you don't really know what to reply. It's definitely not a yes, but you don't... hate him either?

"He's a wildcard, but I can handle him," is what you end up settling for.

What follows is Takama's laugh—quiet, understated like everything else about him.

"V is... unpredictable. But he's loyal to the gang, in his own way." He pauses, choosing words carefully. "Just watch your back. Testing people is how he entertains himself."

You pass the can back, watching him take another sip. The liquid works through a swallow down his throat, and his Adam's apple bobs slightly. His head tilts towards you when he notices you've gone silent.

"And Jeon? How do you find working with him?"

The question makes your skin prickle, and you know it's not because of how sudden it is—but because of something else, as well.

Images from last night force their way through your mind like a wiggling worm unwilling to let go—callouses on skin, that silver lip ring, the way he'd touched you like you might break.

You take your time answering, very aware that this is Jeon's right-hand man asking—and that your neck probably still has marks his mouth left behind.

But you're not about to tell Takama that.

"He's... intense." You focus on shredding a blade of grass, needing something to do with your hands. "But we kind of... get each other, I guess."

Takama finally looks at you, and fuck—there's way too much understanding in those gray eyes.

Because with V you have a noncommittal answer.

But you just said you get along with Jeon. Kinda.

He doesn't comment on it, and it makes sense—being Jeon's second means he probably sees more than most.

About how hard exactly it is to be in Jeon's circle. Not part of it, not even near—just hovering.

It's not easy, you know that much.

"Jeon respects strength," he says quietly, like he's sharing a secret. "Stand your ground, and you'll earn his respect."

A pause. Then he adds, hushedly:

"Maybe more."

Your pupils flicker between his, trying to parse whatever the hell he means—but nothing in there gives you a hint.

He simply smiles, getting up and helping you up too.

You both turn back to watch the camp wake up, the morning routine starting to buzz around you.

Someone's cursing about cold showers. Someone else is complaining about AD.

You take another sip of lukewarm coffee, letting the bitterness ground you. It's easier than thinking about what maybe more might mean, or why your stomach churns at the thought.

Besides, you've got enough on your plate just dealing with regular Jeon.

You don't need to add cryptic messages to that mess.

The peaceful morning doesn't last long—because this is Kkangpae you're talking about.

Moon's voice cuts through your post-gossip haze, drawing everyone to the center of the camp like a very formal shepherd. Some people look about as thrilled as you feel about being up this early.

"All right, everyone!" He's got that tone—the one that says 'this is mandatory fun and you're going to like it.' "For today's lunch, we're doing something different. Group bibimbap, but with a twist: you'll work in pairs."

A ripple of murmurs spreads through the crowd. You catch Takama's eye—he just raises an eyebrow like 'here we go again'.

"These pairings," Moon continues, all business in his long coat despite the casual setting, "are chosen to mix different divisions and personalities. It's about teamwork and learning from each other."

You barely hold back a snort. Trust Moon to turn lunch prep into a team-building exercise.

Your attention snaps back when he calls out, "Y/N, you're paired with JM. I expect great things from you two."

Well, that could've been worse. At least JM's not likely to stab you over vegetable chopping techniques.

When you reach him, he's already smiling that gentle smile that makes him look more like a kindergarten teacher than a gang's financial mastermind.

"Looks like we're a team." His voice matches his whole vibe—calm as a lake on a windless day. "Any ideas on what we should tackle?"

You're about to answer when a groan cuts through your chat with JM.

You turn to see AD looking like someone just deleted his gaming setup, while J-Hope's already got that 'done with this shit' smile plastered on his face.

"Bro, why the fuck am I always paired with your annoying ass?" AD slumps against a tree, all dramatic like the gremlin he is.

J-Hope just rolls his eyes. "Because Moon loves to torture me, that's why. Come on, let's just get this over with."

Your eyes inevitably roam around the clearing, taking in the other pairings.

Jeon and Chaewon—they acknowledge each other with matching professional nods, something like 'we respect each other but let's keep this strictly business' hovering over them.

Takama and Jessi make an oddly perfect pair, his zen energy somehow containing her wildfire spirit as they huddle together, already plotting.

V's got Yunjin trapped in what looks like his usual chaotic storytelling, though she seems to be holding her own—and then there's Eunchae and Sakura, who look like they're planning to turn lunch prep into some kind of competition.

Meanwhile, Kazuha's hanging onto Moon's every word like he's sharing the secrets of the universe instead of just bibimbap instructions.

"So." JM's gentle voice pulls you back. "Should we handle the veggies? I think we could make a great team in chopping and prepping them."

"Sounds good to me." You find yourself matching his easy smile. "Let's show them how it's done."

At least someone in this chaos circus knows how to be normal.

You follow JM to gather supplies, falling into an easy rhythm. His gentle energy is oddly reassuring, and makes even veggie prep feel zen.

Plus, he actually knows what he's doing, which is more than you can say for half the pairs around you.

Because AD's already whining about something while J-Hope ignores him completely.

Yeah; that's Kkangpae for you.

But then you catch sight of V with Yunjin and your stomach turns, why, you don't know. Poor Yunjin's holding her knife like she's never seen one before, eyes darting around nervously.

And its knives, so yeah, V swoops right in.

"Let me show you," he purrs, and fuck him for actually sounding smooth.

You see his hand sliding over hers, like he isn't the same person who had blood on his lip an hour ago.

"There's a rhythm to it, like a dance." You watch him press closer, caging Yunjin with his body while he guides the knife. "Feel the movement. It's about confidence, purpose."

"Like this?" Yunjin's voice is small, breathless.

"Exactly like that." He eases into it. "Every slice tells a story of precision and care. And you, Yunjin, have a knack for it."

You grip your own knife tighter, fighting the urge to stab those thorny vines right out of the air. He's charming, you'll give him that.

But you fear the sweet floral scent roses simply masks decaying waste underneath.

And he needs to stay the fuck away from Yunjin.

You can't help noticing how she melts under his attention, all shy smiles and batting eyelashes. Like a moth drawn to a particularly deadly flame.

"There, you're a pro now." V steps back with a wink.

"Thanks, V." Yunjin beams up at him. "I think I've got it from here."

A slight movement catches your eye—JM's knife has stopped mid-chop.

His gaze darts between V and Yunjin like he's watching a car crash in slow motion, and it's real subtle, but you catch the way his jaw tightens.

"JM," you keep your voice casual, "you seem a bit distracted. Everything okay?"

He snaps back to his vegetables, gentle smile sliding back. "Oh, it's nothing. Just... observing the dynamics. It's interesting to see how different personalities interact, don't you think?"

You nod, watching V circle Yunjin. "True. Especially with V. Makes you wonder what goes on behind that smile."

"Exactly." His smile is halfhearted at best. "Sometimes, the most cheerful faces hide the deepest stories."

The way he says it makes you wonder just how many of V's stories JM knows.

And how many of them keep him up at night.

You and JM fall into a comfortable rhythm again, just hearing AD complaining about something, Eunchae's bright laughter, the clatter of pots and pans.

Then—crash.

Your head snaps up, muscles tensing automatically. Old habits die hard in Kkangpae.

It's Chaewon.

She's standing frozen, an overturned pot at her feet, staring at one of Jessi's guys like she's seen a ghost. His hand hangs awkwardly in the air where it had brushed against hers. You can see her breathing speed up—tell-tale sign of panic she's never shown before.

JM's knife stills mid-chop. Before you can blink, he's already moving toward her.

Jessi's there too, quickly motioning for the guy to back off—and he does, looking confused and apologetic, but you notice how Chaewon's shoulders drop slightly once he's out of reach.

JM murmurs something to her, too low for you to hear (though you bet that gentle voice of his could probably talk down a rabid bear). Chaewon gives a tiny nod, but her knuckles are still white where she's gripping her sleeve.

When Jessi touches her shoulder, you catch that silent conversation between the three of them.

The kind that comes from knowing someone's demons intimately.

"Alright, everyone, back to work." Jessi shouts. "Nothing to see here. Let's keep the focus on the task at hand."

Everyone turns back to their tasks, but you don't miss how JM stays close to Chaewon, or how Jessi's eyes keep scanning the crowd like she's daring anyone to make this worse.

JM hovers near her for another minute before coming back to your chopping station, and when he does, he picks up his knife and starts slicing carrots like nothing's happened at all.

"Guess we all have our off days, huh?" You keep your voice light, casual. No pressure.

JM's knife stills for a moment. He doesn't look up.

"Everyone has ghosts they're running from." The words come out soft. "Some just hide them better than others."

You let the silence settle. There's an unspoken rule in the gang—you don't go digging in other people's graveyards unless they hand you the shovel first.

"I'm gonna wash up," you mutter, already heading for the makeshift sink, feeling like he needs some silence before being back to normal.

Behind you, JM's knife resumes its path against the cutting board.

You're shaking water off your hands when footsteps approach from behind. Months in Kkangpae have taught you to be alert even for something as mundane as washing up after veggie prep.

"So you do know how to clean up."

The low drawl sends heat crawling up your spine. You know that voice—and the smirk that goes with it—without having to turn around.

"Turns out, I'm full of surprises." You flick excess water in Jeon's direction, catching his dangerous half-smile when you glance over your shoulder.

His chuckle hits you right in the gut, deep and rich and —fuck—suddenly all you can think about is last night.

His hands, his mouth, the way he'd made you shatter.

"Surprising indeed." There's that smug tone again. "Especially since I recall someone being too fucked out to help with cleanup duty."

"Well," you drop your voice low, just for him, "if you hadn't made such a goddamn mess, there'd have been less to clean up."

Your body remembers how close you'd been—how you'd ground against each other like teenagers, desperate and needy.

How his cock had felt pressed against you, so close but not close enough because someone didn't bring protection.

The frustration from last night still burns under your skin, reminder of what could have been.

If he'd just been prepared...

Jeon steps closer, and—fuck—even after last night, his presence still makes your skin prickle.

"A mess, you say? The way I remember it, you were just as responsible for the chaos."

"Chaos?" You meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down even as heat crawls up your neck. "Don't flatter yourself, Jeon. It was... mild disarray at best."

His grin widens, and you hate how your eyes keep tracking that stupid lip piercing.

"Mild disarray? You were panting like you'd run through every back alley in Seoul."

You scoff, trying not to remember how he'd made you shake, how his hands had felt mapping every inch of you.

"Breathless, maybe. But let's not blow it out of proportion."

"Hah." His eyes narrow. "You've got a sharp tongue. But we both know—"

A shout from across the camp makes you both freeze. Your eyes meet his for a split second before you step apart, smooth as shadows. Professional. Like you weren't just thinking about climbing him like a tree.

Again.

You turn away, finally letting out that breath you'd been holding.

The banter gets you hot under the collar but fuck if you don't want more. Not that you'll admit that.

Even if part of you is already plotting round two.

This time with actual protection. Because seriously.

"Anyway," his voice cuts through your thoughts, "we should get back to work. Long day ahead."

"Right." You nod, and then go right back to prepping veggies.

Yeah. This is going to be a very long day indeed.

The smell of bibimbap hits different after spending all morning chopping vegetables next to JM's weirdly zen energy.

And yup—everyone's gathering around the portable tables, looking stupidly proud of their contributions like they didn't just spend half the morning complaining about Moon's team-building exercise.

You grab a spot next to Yunjin, who's already halfway through telling you about her latest drama obsession; eyes practically sparkling as she waves her chopsticks around.

"No but listen—the main lead thinks his brother died in that fire, right?" She leans in close, pink hair falling in her face. "But then in episode sixteen we find out he's actually been alive this whole time! Living in China!"

You nearly choke on your rice. "That's the most unrealistic plot twist I've ever—"

"Mind if I join?" Takama's calm voice slices through Yunjin's enthusiastic plot summary; slight smile that makes him look more like a monk than Jeon's deadly second-in-command.

"Pull up a chair." You scoot over to make room. "Yunjin's educating me on the finer points of melodrama."

"Ah." His eyes crinkle as he settles in. "The ones where everyone's secretly related and nobody stays dead?"

"Exactly!" Yunjin beams. "Like this one where the brooding CEO's got a secret relationship—"

"Should've fought harder for the meat distribution," you murmur, poking at your mostly vegetable bibimbap.

Before you can finish sighing about your protein deficiency, Takama's chopsticks appear in your line of sight, depositing a generous portion of beef onto your plate.

"Here. I prefer vegetables anyway."

"Liar." But you're already mixing the meat into your rice, trying not to look too pleased. "Thanks."

Yunjin pouts at that, surely expecting some meat too (even when her plate shows basically 0 vegetables anyway). You kick her under the table, and she almost bounces with a chuckle.

"So, V's actually a really good teacher," she says dreamily, pushing her rice around. "Did you know he used to work in a restaurant?"

You cough.

V's "restaurant" experience probably involved more knife-work than cooking.

"Is that so?" Takama asks, slightly puzzled.

"Mhm!" She sighs, all starry-eyed. "And he's so patient. The way he showed me how to hold the knife—"

"Speaking of knives," Takama cuts in smoothly, "your technique has improved, Y/N. Been practicing?"

You're grateful for the subject change. Watching Yunjin moon over V is like watching a butterfly land on a Venus flytrap.

"Yeah, well. Can't let the Seduction Division down, right?"

His smile is small but genuine. "Right."

Movement then catches your eye—Chaewon's heading your way, black bob bouncing with each step. She smiles when she spots you, but you don't miss how she falters slightly when she notices Takama. Her eyes dart between him and the empty space beside you, calculating.

For a second, you think she might turn around.

But then she simply strides over like she owns the place, sliding into the spot next to you.

You don't miss how she angles her body away from Takama, though.

"What's got everyone looking so serious?" She bumps your shoulder playfully. "Don't tell me Yunjin's got you all hooked on her dramas too."

"Not all of us can be as cultured as Yunjin." You grin as Yunjin pretends to be offended. "We were just discussing the finer points of V's... cooking techniques."

That makes Yunjin blush, but Chaewon's eyes sharpen. You catch that protective glint—the same one she gets whenever any of the male members get too close to her division.

"Oh?" Her voice is light, but there's steel underneath. "And how did you find our resident psychopath's teaching methods?"

"Come on, he was really patient!" Yunjin pipes up. "And his hands were so—"

"Speaking of hands," Chaewon interjects quickly, "I heard there was quite the incident at morning coffee. Something about Jeon's right hook meeting V's face?"

Trust Chaewon to steer the conversation away from V's charms while gathering intel in the same breath. Sometimes you forget she's your Chief for a reason.

Heels on grass make your eyes stutter behind Chaewon's silhouette.

It's Jessi; obviously—who claims the spot next to Takama, all long red hair and confident energy.

She's probably the only person who can make eating bibimbap look like a power move.

"Well, well." She waves her chopsticks at your little group. "What's this about dramas? Please tell me someone's finally calling out how unrealistic those chaebol storylines are."

"We were discussing layers," you explain, watching her pile kimchi onto her rice with the same precision she probably uses to plan weapons shipments. "You know, how people aren't always what they seem."

"Like how our fearless Chief here—" she angles her head towards Chaewon, "—pretends to be all business, but I caught her crying over cat videos last week?"

"That was one time." Chaewon tries to glare but can't quite hide her smile. "And you promised not to tell."

"Please." Jessi snorts. "Everyone knows you're a softie under all that badassery. Remember when you threatened to shoot that guy who made Eunchae cry?"

"He deserved it." Chaewon's voice goes flat, protective instincts flashing. "Nobody messes with my girls."

"And that's exactly what we mean," Yunjin pipes up, somehow making even this observation sound sweet. "Everyone's got different sides. Like how Jessi acts tough but always saves the last strawberry milk for AD."

"Oi—" Jessi points her chopsticks at Yunjin threateningly, but there's no malice in it. "Just for that, you're testing all the new rifles when we get back to the castle. Someone needs to make sure they don't jam."

Something about the easiness of the conversation makes something unfurl in your chest.

It's weird seeing these deadly women just... being friends. Sharing lunch and inside jokes like they aren't some of the most dangerous people in Seoul.

But then again, maybe that's exactly what Yunjin meant about layers.

"Sooo," Jessi prompts, "who wants to share their deep dark secrets? Come on, don't be shy."

"Real subtle, Joo." Chaewon rolls her eyes, but you catch that tiny smile she always gets around Jessi. "What's next, trust falls?"

"I'd let you fall." Jessi winks, making Chaewon snort into her rice.

Takama, who's been quiet this whole time, surprises everyone by speaking up. "Sometimes the secrets we keep aren't about trust. Sometimes they're about protection."

"Like how we all pretend AD doesn't secretly feed the stray cats behind the castle?" Yunjin singsongs then.

That breaks the tension, sending ripples of laughter around the group.

Even Takama cracks a smile.

"Or how Jessi acts tough but cried during that dog commercial last week?" Chaewon dodges the grape Jessi throws at her head.

"That dog was reunited with its family," Jessi hisses, but she's fighting back a grin. "Forgive me for having a heart."

"Yeah, buried somewhere under those nine inch heels."

You smile at that, and you note how the sun is high over head now, warming skin through the trees.

You should probably get back to work—those intel reports won't file themselves. But for now, you let yourself enjoy this moment of peace.

Even gang members need lunch breaks sometimes.

Dodgeball is usually fun. Keyword: usually—because when it's among deadly people... competitiveness is too light of a word.

You're in the middle of debating some strategy with Yunjin when Jeon's presence immediately freezes the whole camp. One second you're planning how to take down AD's team (he might be a tech genius but his aim is shit), and the next—

"Meeting. Council of 9, now."

Jeon's voice is calm, as usual. But it's precise, blunt in a way that makes your hackles rise. His face gives nothing away—typical—but something in his posture screams urgent.

The Council members share quick looks before following him into the trees. Moon's already at his side, glasses catching the sunlight. Chaewon squeezes your shoulder as she passes, and Jessi winks at Yunjin, but neither stops to explain.

Just like that, your cozy little camping trip turns into a war room—playful energy from moments ago gone, leaving behind the familiar sensation that comes with being in a criminal organization.

"Damn." Yunjin drops onto the bench beside you, pink hair falling in her face. "Even on a camping trip, we can't escape the threats."

Your little lunch group now feels weirdly empty without Jessi's loud energy and Chaewon's dry comments. You catch yourself staring at the path where they disappeared, like maybe if you look hard enough you'll develop x-ray vision.

So much for that epic dodgeball tournament you'd planned. Although honestly? Getting hit with rubber balls suddenly seems like the least of your problems.

"It's just how things work around here." Takama shrugs, wiping sweat from his shaved head.

Of course the dodgeball game's been put on hold, everyone too distracted by the Council's sudden disappearance to focus.

"Hey, Takemichi!" Eunchae bounces over, still flushed from running around. "Any idea what's going on? You're like, Jeon's right hand and all."

Takama's eye twitches at the nickname, but he doesn't comment on it. "No clue. But Jeon doesn't call meetings without good reason. Especially not during planned activities."

Your eyes drift to where the Council members vanished into the trees. It's odd seeing Jeon actually interact with people—the man's about as social as a brick wall. Even J-Hope, who he supposedly tolerates, barely gets more than grunts out of him most days. That whole don't-fuck-with-me hurricane aura of his keeps everyone at a safe distance.

And yet.

You'd fucked him.

Well, kinda.

Heat crawls up your neck as you mentally reminisce about last night.

Pride mingles with something else as you remember that untouchable Chief's face when he came all over your belly.

Focus, dumbass. Now isn't the time to replay your greatest hits. If Jeon's gathering the Council in the middle of fucking dodgeball, something's definitely wrong.

"Do you think it's..." Yunjin chews her lip, lowering her voice. "MDF?"

The mention of Myung-dong Faction makes everyone's faces go pale.

"Hard to say." Takama's voice drops to barely above a whisper. "But we did just wreck their trafficking ring. Hanjun's gone now. They're not known for letting that kind of thing slide."

You share a look with Yunjin and Eunchae. You remember Hanjun from your last mission—the way he'd crumpled when Kkangpae was done with him.

The way his whole operation had fallen apart like a house of cards.

Sakura's usually bright face is serious as she crouches next to you. "If it's MDF, we're fucked."

"They've been too quiet." Kazuha runs a hand through her wine-colored hair, eyes scanning the treeline like she expects assassins to materialize. "That's not their style. Not after what we did to their golden boy."

And she's right, isn't she? MDF isn't known for their forgive-and-forget attitude. Their silence these past weeks has been... unsettling. Like holding your breath underwater, knowing you'll have to surface eventually.

"Whatever it is, we need to be ready." Eunchae sighs. "Can't let our guard down. Not even here."

"We need to be united now more than ever." Takama's voice rumbles low as he scans the treeline."Division only makes us vulnerable, they might aim for that."

And he's right; because Kkangpae's strength isn't just in its firepower—it's in moments like this, when everyone's got each other's backs.

"Whatever the Council needs," you say, meaning it. "We've got their six."

The group falls quiet, the forgotten dodgeball lying between you like some sad metaphor for your interrupted normalcy. Somewhere in the distance, a bird calls. You almost miss it under the sound of your heart pounding.

A rustle in the bushes makes you lean back.

Though it's just J-Hope, looking way too serious for someone who was laughing at AD's failed dodgeball throws ten minutes ago.

"They need you." His eyes find yours, steady and unreadable. "Jeon asked for you specifically."

You share a quick look with Takama, and he's wearing the same exact puzzled expression as you.

"Me? Why would he—"

J-Hope just shakes his head. Great. Because being summoned by the dude you almost fucked last night during a secret Council meeting isn't complicated enough.

But you don't really have much choice, so you trail behind J-Hope like a kid being called to the principal's office, mind racing faster than your heart.

What the actual fuck could Jeon want? And why during the middle of dodgeball, of all things?

The Council's little forest hideaway comes into view, and suddenly you've got nine pairs of eyes drilling into you.

Great. Just great. Nothing like being stared at by the most dangerous people in Seoul while you're in workout clothes and probably still red-faced from almost getting beaned by AD's wild throws.

Jeon stands like a statue among them, and he speaks immediately upon seeing you.

"We have a situation that needs your input."

No greeting, no explanation, just straight to the point. Pure Jeon. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so aware of every Council member watching you.

"Remember your first mission?" Chaewon continues. "The women we rescued? You were the only one who actually saw them in that room."

Of course you remember—hard not to, even if you wish you wouldn't.

That cramped, dark room with its rusty bars and stale air. Women huddled in corners like broken birds, some too afraid to even look up when you'd entered.

Your first real taste of what the Seduction Division actually does.

Not the glamorous spy shit you'd imagined, but the ugly, necessary work of saving people from monsters.

"Remember what any of the women looked like?" Chaewon presses.

You try to remember, but the thing that comes first is the smell of fear and desperation—thick enough to choke on.

Then it's their faces. Burned into your brain. And then... hers.

"There was one girl," you start carefully, watching the Council's reactions. "Couldn't have been more than eighteen. Skinny thing, but her eyes..."

You pause, searching for the right words.

"Even in that shithole, she was... I don't know. Like she was just waiting for a chance to burn the whole place down."

You catch the tiny shift in Jessi's jaw, the way her fingers tighten around her weapon.

The air feels like a forest fire waiting to happen.

"Dark reddish-brown hair," you continue, the details getting clearer as you speak. "Matted to hell, but you could tell it was beautiful once. And the way she held herself..."

"That's enough." Jeon interrupts you. "Your recollection could prove useful. We believe that girl is connected to one of our own. This isn't some random MDF hit."

Your stomach drops. Because shit—that... That changes everything.

MDF might be brutal, but they're not stupid.

Kidnapping someone connected to Kkangpae? That's not just an attack—it's a message.

A very personal message.

You watch the Council's faces, trying to read between the lines.

If MDF knows enough to target someone specific, how much else do they know? How deep have they dug into everyone's past?

The thought makes your skin crawl.

"Now we know this is personal." Chaewon's voice is ice-cold, all business. "The question is, how do we respond?"

"We hit back." Jessi's voice cracks like a whip, raw and broken. "Show those fuckers what happens when you mess with Kkangpae."

J-Hope reaches for her shoulder, ever the voice of reason. "I know you want blood, Jessi. But an all-out war will only get innocent people killed."

Jessi jerks away from his touch, but you see how her hands shake.

"I should've been there," she whispers, more to herself than anyone else. "I should never have left them alone."

The pain in her voice makes your chest tight; you've never seen Jessi like this—like she's barely holding herself together.

"Why don't we just storm their headquarters and slaughter them all?" V (who's been conspicuously quiet until now) raises his voice.

The guy is just leaning back against a tree, playing with a butterfly knife like he thinks he's the Joker or something.

"Picture it." His smile grows wider, more unhinged. "Their precious hideout painted red, bodies everywhere. We could string up their leaders—or what's left of them—as a warning."

JM gives him one look—one that somehow manages to pierce through V's psychotic haze. Like he's the only person besides RM who can actually rein him in when he gets like this.

V slumps back with an exaggerated pout, thorny aura receding slightly. The switch from bloodthirsty to playful is so fast it gives you whiplash.

"As entertaining as that sounds," JM's voice is steady, like a calm lake washing away V's chaos, "we need precision here. Not a bloodbath."

"You never let me have fun." V whines like a kid denied candy instead of mass murder. "But fine, we'll be civilized."

JM turns back to the Council. "Please continue. V's just... working through some things. He understands the need for balance."

Jeon's face gives nothing away, but you notice how his jaw tightens. Having to share space with V is bad enough—having to listen to his murder fantasies is clearly testing what little patience he has left.

"As I was saying..." Jeon continues.

JM gives V another one of those looks and V slumps against the tree.

The thorny scent of roses fades to something more bearable, though you can tell he's just waiting for another chance to suggest mass murder.

"I might have a better idea." AD clears his throat. "A bloodbath would be satisfying, sure, but we need intel first. Something clean and quiet that gives us some advantage."

You watch him run a hand through his messy blonde hair, thinking three steps ahead while looking like he just rolled out of bed.

"We know where their hideout is. Send in a small team, two people max. Get their data, their plans, their weak spots." He pauses, letting that sink in. "Information is better than bullets right now."

The Council members exchange looks. Even V stops fidgeting with his knife. You catch Jeon's shoulders relaxing slightly—he knows a good plan when he hears one.

"Stealth does play to our strengths," Jeon admits, and his eyes flick to you for a split second. "Who did you have in mind?"

AD jerks his chin toward you.

"She's perfect for this. Hanjun's well acquainted with Flower now, but Y/N? She was only there for the takedown. He never had time to report back about her or the other girls. But between all of them," he adds, "she's the only one who got to see all the girls."

Suddenly you've got nine of Seoul's most dangerous criminals staring at you. But you meet Jeon's gaze head-on, refusing to flinch.

Finally—a chance to prove yourself.

And maybe get some answers about what's really going on with MDF.

"She's just an ensign." JM mumbles. "She's gonna need backup."

The Chiefs exchange looks, probably running through a mental list of who they could trust not to fuck this up. Your heart's still pounding from being called in, from learning about this mission that could change everything.

"Jeon will lead this operation." RM's voice leaves no room for argument. Like he's announcing the weather, except the weather is your hookup being assigned as your partner.

Amazing, really love that for you.

"You're picking him for stealth?" V's voice goes high with indignation, like someone just insulted his knife collection. "I'm literally the Chief of Stealth Assassinations. What the actual fuck?"

Thorns prickle the air, sharp with offense. You definitely catch Jeon's tiny smirk—he's enjoying V's tantrum way too much.

"Jeon has the discipline this requires." RM's tone could freeze hell itself. "We can't afford your... creative interpretations of orders right now."

V opens his mouth—probably to suggest murdering everyone involved, knowing him—but JM slaps a hand over it. The look V gives him could kill a lesser man, but JM just raises an eyebrow.

"This mission's success is crucial." RM continues like V isn't plotting JM's death with his eyes. "We need strategy, not chaos."

You watch Jeon's face carefully. His expression gives nothing away, but you just know he's thinking the same thing you are:

How the fuck are you two supposed to focus on a stealth mission when you can barely keep your hands off each other?

"Come on," V's voice drags after getting rid of JM's hand, "we all remember how well these two work together. Like gasoline and a lit match. Either they'll kill each other or fuck like rabbits. Not ideal for a stealth op, eh?"

JM smacks his shoulder, but V just grins wider. Your face burns as Jeon goes rigid beside you, like a gathering strength.

If looks could kill, V would be six feet under from the glare Jeon's sending him.

You stare very intently at a patch of grass, fighting the urge to squirm, because V has no idea how close to home that "fucking like rabbits" comment hits.

Or maybe he does—you can never tell what that psycho actually knows.

"Enough." JM sighs. "RM's guidance is sound. Jeon, you're our best strategic mind. Tactical is probably our best approach right now."

Jeon's jaw works for a moment before he gives a sharp nod. "Understood. I'll lead the operation."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Stuck on a stealth mission with the guy you've secretly hooked up with, while his psychotic sworn enemy watches and makes sex jokes.

Just another day in Kkangpae.

"For now," RM's redirects the conversation swiftly, "let's focus on the task at hand. This camping trip was meant to build unity and trust. We can't lose sight of that."

Unity and trust.

Right.

Because nothing says team bonding like sending you and the guy you're dying to have sex with to infiltrate enemy territory while pretending you've never seen each other naked.

"There will be time later to prepare for the mission." He adds. "But while we're here, I expect everyone's full commitment to this team-building exercise."

Jeon surprises you by actually looking... chastened? as he gives RM a short nod. "You're right. My priorities were misplaced. I apologize for the disruption."

And that's... New. You've never heard Jeon apologize for anything.

But then again, RM's probably the only person in Seoul who could make him bow down. The amount of respect Jeon has for him is almost an entity of its own.

"No need to apologize." RM's stern expression softens slightly. "Let's refocus together on strengthening our bonds as a crew."

More team bonding. Because that's exactly what you need right now... bonding,̶ ̶o̶r̶ b̶o̶n̶i̶n̶g̶?̶

You give Jeon one last look before V's voice cuts through, all manic energy as usual.

"Last one back has to clean everyone's dishes!"

And then he just... takes off running like the psychopath he is, thorns receding with him. Because of course he'd turn this into a competition.

"Oh, fuck no!" Jessi kicks off her heels, already sprinting after him in bare feet. "I am not cleaning after his ass."

Chaewon and JM share this look—probably something like 'we're both too dignified for this shit' passing between them before they're running too, probably realizing nobody wants to risk V winning anything.

"How childish." J-Hope rolls his eyes, but AD's already got that gleam he gets when someone issues a challenge.

"Childish?" AD's grin is pure evil. "I bet I could eat enough for ten people. Give you something real nice to clean."

"You little shit—" J-Hope takes off after him. "Get back here!"

You glance back at Jeon and RM, both still walking like they're above such peasant activities.

But fuck it—you're already sweaty from dodgeball, might as well commit to the chaos.

"Think I'll take AD's strategy." You flash Jeon your sweetest smile. "Eat everything in sight, let someone else deal with cleanup."

You're running before he can reply, laughter bubbling up.

And then, merely a few second later, you hear his steady footsteps turn into something faster.

Looks like even the mighty Chief can't resist a challenge.

The campsite comes into view through the trees, and you pick up your pace.

You jog into the clearing, lungs burning, only to find V and RM already there.

What the actualfuck?

"How did RM beat us?" The words come out between gasps.

The man runs a criminal empire in designer suits, for fuck's sake. He shouldn't be able to outrun anyone.

V just grins that Cheshire cat smile of his and then, Jessi, Chaewon and JM stumble in next, all tangled together and cackling like teenagers.

"JM's face when I almost tripped him—" Jessi wheezes, red hair wild from running.

Everyone else filters in gradually, catching their breath and comparing notes on who cheated (definitely V).

But oddly enough, there's no sign (or sound) of J-Hope or AD.

Then—

"You absolute fucking cockwomble, let go before I rearrange your face!"

"Not happening, you lil' bitch. I'm not cleaning your blood off the floor again!"

You turn to find J-Hope and AD crashing through the underbrush like drunk bears, locked in what has to be the world's most undignified wrestling match. AD's blonde hair is full of leaves, and J-Hope's pristine turtleneck is covered in dirt.

Seoul's most dangerous gang, ladies and gentlemen.

Truly terrifying.

"You wanna fucking go, asshole?" AD thrashes like a feral cat, trying to land a hit on J-Hope. "I'll rip out your spine and use it as a fucking ethernet cable!"

But J-Hope's got him locked down, using his height advantage like the bastard he is. AD might be scrappy, but the doctor's got experience wrestling patients into submission.

"You need to get out of this unscathed first, you dumbass—"

"Then I'll download your consciousness into a punching bag," AD snarls, still fighting. "Have you getting hit for eternity, you piece of shit!"

Their little death match stumbles closer to camp. J-Hope's got AD in a headlock now, ignoring the increasingly creative threats being spewed at his face.

"I'll be patching you up after this, you psychotic gremlin." J-Hope finally slams AD into the dirt, probably enjoying this way too much. "Maybe I'll sew a live rat in your stomach. Let it chew its way out through your organs."

They keep wrestling, but it's getting pathetic—like watching two drunk uncles fight at a family barbecue. Both of them are red-faced and panting, shirts half-ripped from trying to hold each other back.

You can't help noticing they look wrecked—covered in sweat and leaves.

Actually...

"They must've been holding each other back the whole way here." You snort.

No wonder they're last. These idiots literally spent the entire race trying to murder each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" V's voice rings out like a demented game show host. "Our esteemed winners, graceful as ever!"

J-Hope and AD freeze mid-choke hold, finally noticing their audience.

The look of pure horror on their faces is priceless.

"Dish duty it is, boys!" Jessi's grin is absolutely feral.

AD shoves J-Hope off like an angry cat, but they're both too winded from their pathetic wrestling match to do more than hurl insults at each other.

"This is all your fucking fault!" AD jabs a finger at J-Hope's chest, looking about as threatening as a wet Pomeranian. "If you hadn't grabbed me—"

"My fault?" J-Hope's voice gets higher. "Big words from someone shaped like a fun-sized candy bar!"

"Say that again, you overgrown fucking giraffe!" AD tries to lunge but stumbles, still panting. "I fucking dare you!"

RM steps in before they can start round two of the world's most embarrassing fight.

"That's enough, you two. We all enjoyed the show, but it's time to work."

They both shut up immediately—even AD knows better than to test RM's patience. But the glares they shoot each other could probably melt steel.

"Can't believe I'm stuck with your ass for cleanup duty," AD grumbles, brushing leaves out of his blonde hair.

"Trust me, I'd rather perform surgery blindfolded. But maybe next time you'll think twice before dragging me down with you."

"As if I need help being slow from someone who runs like a drunk giraffe."

Their bickering fades as they head back to camp, still shoving each other like kindergarteners fighting over the last juice box.

Well. At least you'll enjoy a show during dinner time tonight.

One would think dinner time would be dulled down now, after the Council meeting earlier.

But nope—gang members are scattered around the fires like this is some post apocalypse scavenging situation.

You can't help watching V with Yunjin. He's leaning in close and probably whispering some bullshit about knives being romantic or whatever gets him going.

And Yunjin—sweet, perceptive Yunjin who usually sees right through everyone's bullshit—is eating it up. She's doing that thing where she plays with her hair, pink strands twisting around her finger while she giggles at whatever murder joke V's telling.

You snort into your food, because you just don't get what's it with these two.

The weirdest part? Even knowing what V's capable of (the rumors about his "artistic approach" to killing make your skin crawl), you kind of get why people fall for his act.

He's got that whole dangerous charm thing down to an art.

"Hey stranger!" Eunchae drops onto the bench beside you, nearly knocking over your drink. Sakura slides in more gracefully across from you, because someone in your division has to have coordination.

"What was the super secret meeting about? You went in looking normal and came out all..." Eunchae waves her chopsticks vaguely. "You know. Intense."

"Classified." You shrug, trying not to think about what that meeting means for you and a certain hurricane-aura'd Chief. "Above your pay grade."

"Ugh, you're no fun." She slumps dramatically against your shoulder. "I wish I could join the Council just to know all the juicy stuff."

"We're here if you need to talk," Sakura adds quietly, and fuck—sometimes you forget how perceptive your division can be.

"Thanks." You bump Eunchae's shoulder, warmth blooming in your chest. These idiots might be professional honey traps, but they're your idiots. "I mean it."

You go back to your food, half-listening to Eunchae's story about some mark who thought cryptocurrency was foreplay. But your eyes keep drifting to V and Yunjin.

What's your friendly neighborhood psychopath plotting this time?

However, the first drops of rain quickly hit your food like tiny bullets. Within seconds, the drizzle turns into a full-blown downpour because of courseit does.

Nothing like a surprise shower to end your deeply suspicious dinner observations.

"Oh, come on." Eunchae snatches up her plate, already running for cover, chestnut hair plastered to her face by the time she makes it three steps.

Your eyes snap to where V still has Yunjin trapped in conversation. They're both getting soaked but Yunjin's still hanging on his every word, pink hair turning darker in the rain.

"Yunjin!" You pitch your voice to carry over the rain. "Unless you want to catch pneumonia, might want to wrap it up!"

She blinks like she's coming out of a trance, finally noticing she's halfway to drowned. The spell breaks—thank fuck—and she hurries over to you, gathering her stuff with slightly shaky hands.

"Thanks for the save." Her voice is quiet, almost sheepish. "Got a bit... distracted."

"Yeah, no shit." You grab her arm, steering her toward your tent. "Let's get inside before we both melt."

You dodge through the chaos of gang members running for shelter, curses mixing with laughter. Someone—probably AD—slips in a mud puddle and lets out a string of creative profanity that would make a sailor blush.

The relative safety of your tent feels like crossing a finish line. The rain hammers against the canvas, but at least you're dry.

Well. Drier.

The rain doesn't let up for hours, turning the campsite into something out of a moody indie film. But inside your tent? It's like a sleepover bubble—wrapped up in cozy blankets and the glow from Yunjin's phone where some poor actor is having his third dramatic breakdown of the episode.

Yunjin's using your stomach as a pillow, pink hair splayed across your hoodie while she decimates the bag of chips between you. Every few minutes her hand dives in without looking, too focused on whatever absurd plot twist is happening now.

"This one's actually decent," she murmurs, smiling at the screen where someone's probably discovering their evil twin or something.

"If you say so." You can't help grinning as the male lead clutches his chest like he's having a heart attack over a text message. "These writers must be on something wild. Like, who comes up with this shit?"

Her giggle vibrates against your stomach.

"That's why they're fun! You never know what's coming next." She tilts her head back to look at you. "Kind of like living here, right? Never a dull moment in Kkangpae."

"God, don't jinx it." But you're laughing too because she's not wrong. Your life has definitely taken some drama-worthy turns lately. "Though I hope we're at least more realistic than that."

You both fall into easy conversation, trading comments about the show and today's chaos. When the male lead starts laying it on thick with the female lead, you see your chance. Time to figure out what the hell V was playing at earlier with all that knife teaching.

"So." You poke Yunjin's side with your toe, aiming for casual. "What's with you and V today? The whole knife lesson thing seemed... weird."

Yunjin doesn't look away from her drama. Of course she doesn't.

"I mean, have you seen him?" She sighs dreamily. "He's like a walking thirst trap. Those hands..."

"Oh my god." You stare down at her pink head in disbelief. "You'd actually fuck him? Like, actually actually?"

She finally tears her eyes from the screen, twisting to grin up at you with zero shame. "Why not? Life's too short not to ride at least one psychopath, right?"

The silence stretches.

"What?" She raises an eyebrow at your horror. "You wouldn't?"

"Jesus fuck no." You mime gagging. "You know he probably has some weird murder kink. Like, he'd probably want to chase you through a haunted house with a knife while dramatic music plays."

"Haunt play?" Her eyes go wide before she breaks into giggles. "That's... weirdly specific. But don't knock it till you try it, right?"

"Yun." You roll your eyes so hard they might get stuck. "He'd probably set up a whole haunted house just to get his rocks off."

"Okay but..." Yunjin props herself up on her elbows. "Haunted house but make it sexy? That's kind of genius."

"You're actually insane." You shove her shoulder, both of you dissolving into laughter. "I swear to god, if I ever hear spooky music from his tent—"

"You'll what, call the ghost police?"

Her laughter shakes your whole body, bright and infectious, and the small space of the tent makes this ridiculous conversation feel somehow safer, more intimate.

Just two girls discussing their terrible taste in men while hiding from a storm.

Even if one of those men happens to be Seoul's most notorious psychopath.

Yunjin flops back down, using your stomach as a pillow again. The drama's still playing on her phone, but you're too busy thinking about V's games to focus on whatever chaebol drama is unfolding now.

"For now," she sighs dreamily, "I'll stick to living through these ridiculous romances. Much safer than the real thing, right?"

You hum in agreement, watching raindrops race down the tent's surface.

"Sounds smart. But if you do decide to test out V's haunted house kink..." You poke her side. "I want every single detail. For science."

"Deal." Her giggle vibrates against your stomach. "But only if you keep saving me from his 'passionate teaching moments'. My knife skills are fine, thanks."

"Always."

The word comes out softer than intended, but you mean it. In Kkangpae, real friendship is rare as fuck. People either want to kill you, fuck you, or use you—sometimes all three.

But Yunjin? She's different.

And all the while; the rain keeps drumming steadily against the canvas, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green.

In here, none of that exists.

Not V's thorny games, not Jeon's hurricane, not the Council's secret meetings.

Just you and your best friend, safe and warm while the storm rages on.

For now, anyway. Tomorrow's another story.

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americanwh0rerstory · 1 day ago

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Hey, so I have a request. Can you write Pre-Cult Kai and it's like the dating years, getting married, having kids with the reader etc. If you're comfortable with that. I love your work!

His Girl

Pre cult!Kai Anderson x f!reader

SUMMARY: headcanons and little snippets of life with pre cult Kai

WARNINGS: pure fluff and references to nsfw. Ooc Kai, haven’t watched cult since September

REFERENCES TO NSFW, NONE EXPLICITLY WRITTEN

A/N: a kai request? For me? Awh shucks you shouldn’t have 🥰 I love writing Kai he’s so fun, I’ve never written much pre cult Kai though

DATING

He never believed an incel loser like himself would ever get with someone as amazing as You

He treats you like a queen. His queen. He’s shy, awkward, but he tries to be sweet

Eventually he shares with you what he and winter would do on the internet (yk all the trolling stuff?) but only if he knew you wouldn’t start to hate him for it.

Very rarely he’ll ask winter for advice, but most of the time he’ll check various forums and blogs. Or just ask reddit

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> my girlfriends birthday is tomorrow, what do I do?

He writes while you sleep, clicking the post button before setting his laptop off to the side. He looked down at you, sleeping beside him and he couldn’t help but play with your hair while waiting for replies. He took in the sight of you: how peaceful you look, how your breathing was soft and nearly inaudible, the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

Ping ping ping

The laptop. He had some replies.

Chocolate and flowers. Basic but simple

Dick her down

Take her on a date

He read through the replies, most of them seemed to be helpful, some weren’t in the slightest. Ultimately he decided on a movie date. He meticulously checked every movie showing at the cinema, trying to decide which one you’d enjoy the best. He brought popcorn, chocolates, and a pair of promise rings for you both.

He didn’t want to lose you

MARRIAGE

The proposal was awkward but sweet. He probably fell when trying to get on one knee, and he nearly dropped the ring box, but it was impossible to say no to him

He proposed in the basement during a movie night.

He helped you plan the wedding, but he was pretty clueless about it all.

For once, he didnt seek the internet for advice. He wanted to pick his own outfit, it was HIS wedding, and he didn’t want others getting involved

It was a relatively small wedding: your family + winter. But it made the two of you happy so it didn’t matter

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His hands trembled as he looked in the mirror, making final adjustments to his suit. He never anticipated that he’d get married, let alone to someone as perfect as you. It still felt surreal to him all these years later.

He tucked his shirt into his trousers, adjusted his lapel, and pushed his hair out of his face. He wasn’t ready, physically he was but mentally he wasn’t. But it was nearly time

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He stood at the alter, palms clammy from nerves while he gazed down the aisle waiting to see you. And once he saw you, his breath involuntarily hitched. The dress fit you like a glove, your hair had a beautiful braid in it (the braid’s relevant later just go with it), and you looked like the epitome of beauty.

He swore he fell in love all over again from seeing you look so perfect; he finally had his wife. His queen.

HAVING KIDS

Kai never expected to have kids, he always hated the idea of having a kid.

Upon finding out you’re pregnant, he was there at your beck and call to make sure you was okay

If you had a girl, he’d learn the same braid you had on your wedding so he could style her hair

Either way, he doesn’t want to be like his dad. He won’t let himself become that sort of parent

A/N: I hope this is good for you! I didn’t have many ideas for having kids, but I can try to expand on it in a separate fic/hc post

KAI ANDERSON TAGLIST: @urmomsg1rlfreind @alittleobsessedbitch @marchsfreakshow

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markantonys · 1 day ago

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3x08 thoughts! full book spoilers

my reaction when the credits started rolling was "oh.........that's it?" which is not the best feeling for a season finale to leave you on! it was a good episode with some great moments, but as i'd feared, they left themselves with WAY too much to wrap up, with the result that it all felt rushed and cramped and not particularly satisfying. in the first 2 seasons, i said that the 8-episode model was just the right amount of time to tell the story, and i stand by that. with this season, it wasn't enough, and it's not just the fault of the model but just as much the fault of the writers who should have been more realistic about the limits of 8 episodes and not tried to cram in so much. obviously the main 4 plots of the waste, the two rivers, tanchico, and the tower all had to make it in, but within that i think there was some bloat and dragged-out stuff that could've been trimmed back. (especially considering that they planned for an entire episode dedicated to rhuidean and an entire episode dedicated to the two rivers battle: good choices that let those events shine, but it means that the tanchico-based characters, for example, only even APPEAR in 6 out of 8 episodes and in most of those 6 they're relegated to the B or C or D plot, so no wonder their plotline felt so underbaked; if they were going to devote 2 episodes to single events, they needed to be more merciless about trimming out bloat in the other 6 episodes.)

now for the episode itself. i'll start with the white tower. personally i don't mind siuan's death, but i understand why people are upset. now i can retroactively say that @butterflydm was 100% right on the money in speculating that the reason they jumped the gun on cramming elayne & avi together so fast was not for any story reason, but rather for the out-of-world reason of wanting to establish that there will still be a big canon wlw ship even after one half of moiraine/siuan exited the stage.

as for how this might affect the story going forward, i originally had a whole theory here of "what if salidar is cut and there's no schism & rebel breakoff faction, just bubbling discontentment with elaida's rule, and egwene just gets kidnapped straight into the tower and becomes amyrlin from there?" but then i saw that rafe confirmed there is a cut scene of leane, verin, and ryma heading off with a group of other aes sedai to found salidar, so scratch that whole theory haha we are indeed still getting salidar and the rebels. but he said that the scene had them planning to gather "on the shores of the river where siuan was born", which means the rebel base will likely be moved to tear in the show.

if this cut scene was planned for s3, that seems to imply there is not going to be a tower battle and it was simply some sisters voluntarily leaving. we'll see how it plays out in s4, but min's viewing about a battle in the tower could very well be the future seanchan attack rather than the coup battle. i wouldn't mind that since a coup battle could feel repetitive with the 3x01 tower battle, but it does make me curious how gawyn's arc might play out since the coup battle was a pivotal moment for him in the books (though the show hasn't set up for that at all, so we're probably looking at a pretty new arc for him regardless, at least in the short-term).

off to tanchico. nynaeve's block breaking scene was wonderful, but outside of that, it feels like this poor crew was just off on a sidequest all season and didn't accomplish much. mat's doorway trip was fun but felt like a random sidenote in a packed episode, and now that the season is over i can firmly say that mat did not get a satisfying season-long arc and it felt like he was just There most of the time. his memories were his driving trigger for the season but they weren't brought up basically at all between 3x03 and him asking to get rid of them in the doorway, which makes them feel more like a plot device than something that was actively impacting him season-long. there was big setup for the mat-nynaeve dynamic in the early episodes, but it fizzled out in the back half and nothing meaningful came of it and nynaeve didn't get to do anything to help mat like she'd promised. it absolutely feels like mat just got plot-deviced out of the waste storyline because they wanted rand to feel isolated, rather than because leaving that storyline actually contributed anything to MAT'S story. they say they like to vary up the relationship dynamics season to season, but once again it's a whole season of mat-min with each of them only getting brief interactions with elayne and nynaeve. i need mat and min to get separated next season oh my god i loved their vibe in s2 but i am tired of it now! please don't do a third season of it! let them hang out with other people for once! YES i am VERY bitter over min being the one to take over the cauthor cpr lmao (and of course the second mat's cpr-giver is switched to a woman you have several people going "wait are they setting up a romance here?" when none of them said so when rand was the one doing it in the book version! though thankfully the show itself continues to remain firm in the platonic nature of mat & min even if heteronormative viewers are constantly desperate to read romance there. oh how i mourn a vision of cauthor cpr with show!mat being like "wow rand if you wanted to kiss me you could've just asked" because you know show!mat would 100% say that to rand as well haha)

we'll see what they do with liandrin, but i wish she'd been killed off this season. she was a great early-series villain, but has now overstayed her welcome for me and i wish she'd gotten cleared off the stage. i don't mind ending this plotline on a loss with the collar & bracelets winding up in the bad guys' hands (i'd been expecting it), but if we'd at least vanquished liandrin and left moggy as the new big bad, that would have helped this plotline feel like it got more resolution and like it accomplished something. nynaeve breaking her block, while a wonderful scene, wasn't enough to carry the full narrative climax of this entire season-long plotline (especially since there wasn't REALLY that much setup for her breaking her block, just the one line from the seafolk about how her problem is not being able to let go and go with the flow, though i do like that they used that metaphor to set up for her water-based block breaking scene). then again, there literally wasn't TIME for liandrin to get vanquished because they had too much to do this episode.

as i'd speculated a while back, elayne casually mentioned gaebril to thom and he was like "um who the fuck?" and so now elayne knows that a forsaken is holding power in caemlyn. nice! this was a great way to justify thom's return to the story: he contributes something important that only he could contribute, because his history with the trakand family helps point our gang towards the whereabouts of a forsaken.

caemlyn is now teed up to be a big focus in s4, so i would expect that resolution to come next season, unless something happens to significantly delay elayne, but as of now, she's primed to have helping her mom & country as Priority #1. she also has a balefire rod in her possession, which could lead to her being the one to balefire rahvin instead of rand. i definitely want elayne to take part in defeating rahvin, but i hope rand can still be involved in some capacity! and as much as i like the idea of elayne doing the balefiring, i would be soooooo sad if yet another iconic cauthor (& avirand) moment (rand being so distraught over their deaths that he reverses time to save them) was taken from me haha i will have to hope that elayne, rand, avi, and mat can all be involved and i can get some kind of avimatrandlayne rights out of it, however the specifics might turn out.

over to the waste. rand picking the squashes to meet his toh to alsera!!!! but i think i groaned out loud when it was egwene who came to see him in that moment instead of aviendha lmao i am SO disappointed that we didn't get any avirand interaction this episode! they were completely shafted in favor of randgwene & randfear during their own Main Storyline and i don't think i'll ever get over it, though i hope s4 can bring them some good stuff to semi make up for it (like, i wasn't expecting any out-and-out romance between them for s3 once it became clear that randgwene was lingering, but at least stronger relationship development and a deeper emotional connection by the end of the season than what we got). i'd hoped we would get a nice moment this episode to tie off their arc of rand proving himself to avi*, but instead all we get is avi telling egwene about what a terrible partner rand would make for anyone. okay. cool. We Who Know can interpret this as avi trying to dissuade herself from rand as much as trying to dissuade egwene, but to the show-only audience, it accomplishes nothing but throwing them even further off the scent of avirand (which they were never on to begin with because nothing in this season sets up for it unless you already know it's coming) and therefore making it so that they'll be even more bewildered when avirand starts becoming a thing.

(*we DID see avi willingly kneeling to him as car'a'carn, so we can conclude that she accepts him now, but i would've liked a more personal acceptance moment between them one-on-one too. maybe next season. also, her wonder when he made it rain was very sweet <3)

this season has really been hammering on how rand probably isn't in a place where he should date anyone thanks to his destiny etc, so idk how they're going to swerve into him joining a polycule (and a polycule with his messy-breakup-ex's BFF + a woman who knows all about the messy breakup and disparaged rand to egwene about it). so far, they're making it a lot harder for themselves than it needed to be, and my impression that avirandlayne development/seed-planting is getting sacrificed in favor of beating the randgwene dead horse and that it feels like the show cares a lot more about randgwene than about avirandlayne still remains strong after having seen the whole season.

but now time to link this wonderful josha interview! it contains full season spoilers and full book spoilers, because he is a spoiler-loving king who never makes any attempt to censor himself. one of the things he says here in response to whether rand has closed himself off from love after randfear and randgwene is along the lines of "i think he doesn't trust himself to love again, but i know he will do so anyway because it's just who he is" and then he talks about how in the books it's rand's capacity for love that ultimately helps him win. josha's answer is talking about love in general and not necessarily romantic love, but regardless, very very sweet answer that shows his deep understanding of the character and gives me hope for getting well-done avirandlayne in the future! my other two favorite parts of the interview were 1) the reveal that all the "what does the prophecy say?" dialogue in the alsera scene was not scripted and josha came up with it himself and 2) he says Definitely Mat as the ta'veren boy who's the best at talking to girls jdkfjgh extremely randcore to always think mat is The Best Ever and go "well of course mat is the best at talking to girls!" when mat has spent the entire show trying and failing to get laid. i'm going to take my crumb of a cauthor right wherever i can find it since i barely got any in the season!

okay, back to the episode. i loved all of rand's stuff! his confrontation with lanfear where he finally gets to push back on her narrative was A+, i loved his conversation with moiraine, and of course his alcair dal moments were wonderful and he looked very sexy in that sleeveless shirt with the tattoos out. his rain channeling was so beautiful!! again, i do feel like we might be hammering on the "soul of fire, heart of stone" stuff and whatnot a little too much too soon considering that rand still has to be in a good enough headspace to form two whole new romantic relationships, but we DO see a contrast with him very calm and in control of himself, despite egwene's worry, compared to the more unhinged moments he'd had earlier in the season, so hopefully going into s4 he'll be in a place where he's more emotionally stable yet also not so Cold And Hard yet that he's not open to new love. (though ending randgwene on such an ominous and mistrustful note is going to make it a haaaaard sell to the audience that elayne & avi can wind up dating rand and that won't be doing egwene wrong or anything. but if there's a timeskip, maybe we can pick up with rand & egwene getting along better and being friendly, even if there's still a distance between them. still, i wish they'd gotten to clear the air a LITTLE bit during the squash scene while they had a chance to talk one-on-one.)

egwene didn't really have anything in the finale. not mad about it since she had such a big time to shine in s2 and was naturally going to take a backseat in s3, but it does feel like her s3 story was exclusively rand-centric and like she could have gotten more For Herself if they'd just broken up in 3x01.

not much for avi either, very sad about that since i'd hoped the show would give me more on her TSR character arc than the books did, not less. but they are unfortunately hampered by TV's stricter (compared to books) Cast Tiers, i think; story-wise, i'd say avi should be the third most important character in the TSR waste story after rand and moiraine, or even arguably above moiraine for #2, but in the show, rand, moiraine, lan, and egwene are all a Character Tier above avi and so they have to have a bigger role than her even if the story of returning to her homeland and people naturally calls for her more than it calls for some of them.

lan got his conclusion with melindhra as expected, not much to say on that. i like that they made it so that melindhra genuinely IS loyal to him and malkier and feels bad enough about it to betray her dark oaths, rather than keeping it as a full betrayal.

and finally, the moiraine vs. lanfear fight, which got hyped up big time but then ended in a draw, so i did feel pretty edged! like liandrin, this is a place where i raise my eyebrow over characters seeming to overstay their narrative welcome. are they setting up for the doorway confrontation to happen next season, or are they planning to alter the story and keep moiraine and/or lanfear around longer than they were in the books? i don't care for either option as much as i would have for them simply doorway-ing each other or otherwise finishing each other off in this episode. because if it's option #1, then we spent a whole season building up a conflict that we're just going to have to repeat the buildup for again next season (though if lanfear is now fully at odds with our gang rather than precarious allies with both moiraine & lanfear, that might help it feel different enough). if it's option #2, moiraine is going to continue eating up screentime and narrative importance that needs to be going to rand and the other kids at this stage in the story. she was a great character to center the early story around, but i'm sorry, she has to go in order to create space for the kids to leave the nest and come into their own. although, i wouldn't be mad if she stayed on as rand's permanent advisor and cadsuane was cut (but that doesn't feel likely given all the cadsuane namedropping; but maybe cadsuane could appear but in a different role/storyline) since cadsuane basically does nothing but be a walmart knockoff moiraine, so i suppose we could just keep moiraine - but only if they let her step fully back into the role of a secondary character, which is unlikely since rosamund is the biggest name in the cast and they'd probably want to give her a primary role as long as she's in the show. so i don't know, i feel like we do need to fully exit moiraine at some point, but we shall see.

oh also, sammael died! i completely forgot lmao rip my dude! it feels kinda wasteful to introduce a whole forsaken only to kill him immediately when there's only 8 of them to go around in the first place (now down to 6), but moggy offing him IS a great way of showing just how divided the forsaken are, so if sammael's death can help bulk up the surviving forsaken into even bigger threats, then no harm no foul.

ann ogbomo never appeared, so either she had a scene that ended up getting cut, or wotseries was wrong on her being part of the show (which would be mildly surprising since i don't think they've ever wrongly said that an actor was part of the show before, but when it comes to leaks there's always risk of course). so much for the theory of a semirhage finale stinger scene! we'll have to keep waiting to see when she and the seanchan might enter the stage.

i do have solid hopes for a cauthor reunion in s4! i'd thought they could begin a seanchan invasion of tanchico and leave it open-ended if mat escapes or not and then make that decision in 4x01 according to whether they need to follow the long or short model for the show, but now mat is firmly on a ship with the others headed off to their next destination. there could always be time for the ship to get intercepted or mat otherwise separated from the group, but for now it feels safe to assume that mat is sticking with them, and i find it the most likely that they will meet up with rand's group in tear (to warn rand about the collar and/or to hunt moggy & liandrin who are hunting rand). caemlyn is also a Desired Destination for them of course, but i'd think elayne would want to lie low, gather information, and come up with a plan first, and tear would be a good place to do that since she has a trusted family friend there (per 3x01).

in addition, if the location of the rebel base is moved over to tear, then that puts another Character Group in that area and is all the more reason (out-of-world) for nynaeve & co to definitely be headed there (since whether they follow their book plot of linking up with the rebels or a show-only plot of linking up with rand & co, it's in the same general area and so they could probably hang out with both groups if desired).

this seems to leave us with 3 major locations for s4: tear (rand & co, nynaeve & co, rebels); caemlyn (morgase & rahvin, elayne eventually, maybe perrin & co for his trial plotline?); the white tower (elaida & co)

hopefully, if we get more condensation of Story Groups, then s4 won't feel stretched as thin as s3 did. 3 main groups would be more manageable than 4, even if it's still a lot of characters within each group.

random mat notes since he's apparently the character whose s4 story i'm most concerned with haha (and s4 should be his time to get his Focal Episode anyway!):

rafe confirmed on instagram that they have plans for the band of the red hand. couladin escaped alive (rather than being killed by rand at alcair dal as a couple people had speculated). hopefully, this will lead to mat rejoining rand's plotline, taking part in the battle against the shaido, and forming the band. this would be a wonderful choice of event to center a Focal Mat Episode around, if you ask me!

mat got his medallion for sure, and i missed it but eagle-eyed viewers pointed out that he got the ashandarei too and that's what he's hanging off of. however, he has not gotten his prophecies - will there be a second doorway trip in store for him, or will his prophecies simply not be in the show? i wouldn't mind either way. they did show a good number of doorways in the finn realm that i'm guessing each correspond to one in the real world, so they've given themselves freedom to stick another IRL doorway anywhere they want in addition to the tanchico & white tower ones we've already seen.

then there's the question of mat's memories. he starts with too many memories and ends up with not enough, which is the opposite of his book progression, so i'm puzzled for now, but will wait and see what they're planning to do with this. but i'd been so glad the show had avoided mat losing some of his own memories because that makes me too sad, so i'm heartbroken that that's now the case after all and even more heartbroken because i'm guessing the show might make him forget important things that will make me sad! vs. the books just telling us that mat has holes in his memory but he never actually seems to be missing anything important. at least he clearly remembers min and their relationship even if he forgets how he got where he is, so hopefully that means his memories of his friends and loved ones will be more or less intact and it'll just be little snippets missing here and there. if he forgets his sisters i swear-

update: i just saw a good theory that the finn interpreted mat's problem as having too many memories for one person and "fixed" him by taking away enough memories to leave him with a normal amount of memories, but said normal amount is just a mix between horn & his own memories, and the amount they took away was likewise an indiscriminate mix. i buy that! if so, that means we don't need to do any more Mat Memory Fuckery, just adjust to the fact that he's lost some memories from his own life in addition to some of the unwanted horn memories.

okay, that's all the initial thoughts off the top of my head. this episode was fine, but in my eyes, 2x08 was unquestionably a better season finale and a better hour of television and i'm baffled by all the readers who hated on 2x08 so hard and are now saying 3x08 is the best finale episode by far. what standards are you using to judge that? definitely not the same ones i'm using! heck, i'd even heretically say that 1x08 is in some ways a better season finale than 3x08 since every main character (well, bar mat and lan for real-world production issue reasons) got a moment to shine and a meaningful conclusion to their season-long character arc, everything had enough time to breathe, and no character or storyline felt like an afterthought. but, of course, it's just inherently easier to construct a Season Finale when all the characters are in one location participating in different aspects of one big event together, and maybe that's the very thing i'm subconsciously picking up on when i say that 3x08 didn't feel as cohesive or as well-paced as other finales.

the good news is that TSR is one if not THE densest book in the series, so hopefully future seasons will have an easier time managing to fit everything they want to include inside the 8-episode structure.

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i02dollia · 16 hours ago

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Please do something for top Eunseok, please, because he was hot during that growl performance

eunseok is always hot 😔 there’s just something about him that’s so ?!?!,!,!,!,,!!,,,!?,,,!,!,! makes me so nervous. did you see him today?! let me just insert the pic here;

need him in the nastiest way POSSIBLE & I’m not sorry.

18+ male x male. dom!eunseok. mean dom to be exact. eunseok is demanding, rude, aggressive, and so SO so manly. making out. choking. mocking. slapping. a little bit of name calling. jealously. basically sex in public. wonbin is a creep and watches. wonbin is sorta obsessed with reader.

“come on, let’s go see what the water feels like.” anton softly grabbed at your wrist pulling you towards the pool with him. shotaro came up with the plan to rent a vacation house for all of you before their comeback in a month—hoping for some relaxation before the busiest time of the month came up. “ah! it’s perfect. wanna come in with me? I can teach you how to swim like I tried before..” oh. you remember now. anton tried teaching you how to swim before you and eunseok were dating but.. it didn’t end up well. it ended up in eunseok and anton getting into a physical fight, the both of them too strong for their own good. anton saw the look on your face—hesitation and it only made him feel a bit uncomfortable, especially since this was all innocent. he wouldn’t ever try to make moves on his good friends boyfriend. that was a wonbin type of thing and what did wonbin do? exactly that. the sound of footsteps could be heard behind you and a finger teasingly pinched at your bare waist, deciding to test the waters and see just how far he could go with this.

“hey handsome.” wonbin. his voice was deep yet still soft and so pretty in an odd way that you just couldn’t quite explain. you whipped your head around to face him and gave a kind smile not wanting to start any sort of trouble with him or eunseok which speaking of him where was he? “hi binnie.” is all you said before walking away from him taking a seat at the edge of the pool, allowing your feet in the cool water. “this place is so beautiful isn’t it? reminds me of someone.” that sweet voice got closer and it was at that point you could feel his warm breath hitting your back. slowly turning around to face him once again—your heart skipped a beat. wonbin’s nose touched your own and you could smell the mint on his breath. just as you were about to pull away from him a large frame came into the picture and roughly pushed him into the pool. it was eunseok.

“I told you to stop fucking around with my boy, did I not? how many times am I gonna have to tell you park wonbin?” eunseok grabbed ahold of your wrist the same way anton did earlier but with much more force and pressure, pulling you with him to the chairs that sat on the other side of the pool. briefly you made eye contact with wonbin who looked more pissed than anything else and it only made you feel bad—how could eunseok be so rude to him. well, sure.. he was being a bit weird and getting too comfortable with you but it was still so rude. eunseok sat first and pulled you into his lap as he usually did allowing his arms to wrap around your waist, keeping you close to him while he placed a few gentle pecks to your shoulder.

“eunseok.. that was rude of you. I could’ve handled it. he’s always like that you know not to take him too serious right?” all eunseok could do was chuckle not believing he had such a naive boyfriend. did he have to train you? make sure you’re capable of doing things when he’s not around? “you know, you’re such a naive little boy. wonbin has liked you for a long time now and thinks he can just swoop you right off your little feet.” that was new information to you—in no way shape or form did you think wonbin was seriously into you. wonbin was a tease and you thought that’s just how he was. “you’re jealous huh?” eunseok’s eyes met your own and his stare was so.. intense and intimidating.

“I’m not jealous. I don’t like when others touch what’s mine and you’re mine. not wonbin’s.” truly? it was cute. seeing him in such a way that wasn’t shown much and you did want to see more of it. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling closer to his warm and broad body, you watched as anton and wonbin swam from one side to the other. wonbin would come up for air and looked your way giving you a wink or a cute smile and you weren’t able to hide your reaction too well, he was cute and you had to admit that there was a small teeny tiny little crush there. eunseok’s large hand grabbed the back of your head gripping a fistful of your hair and pulling you back so your eyes could meet his.

“so now you’re the one giving him attention?” eunseok never cared about doing such.. intimate things in public the man was all for it really—though it was super weird and humiliating sometimes he never cared. “s-seok.. I wasn’t! he looked at me first.” which was true, he was eyeing you first and it just happen to catch your attention so why not look at him and mess around a bit? even if you felt a small little thing for wonbin it would never come in between your relationship with eunseok and he said not a word—continuing to stare at you for what seemed like the longest time until he roughly pressed his lips against your own. teeth clashing, his tongue already fighting it’s way past your lips which took no time or effort since you let the man do as he pleased. a whine left you and his large hands groped at your ass in the swimming shorts you wore.

“what’s it gonna take for you to understand that you’re mine and only mine, hm?” eunseok didn’t say anything else and turned his head to see anton awkwardly leaving the pool and wonbin leaning against the edge, watching you both. “looks like we have a little show. why don’t you take a look?” he forced you to look at wonbin who gave a cute wave as if he wasn’t watching you and eunseok make out. it felt weird and creepy almost—why would he stay to watch? sure you were in a public area but anton had no problem leaving. “what a fucking little creep.” before you could reply to eunseok and beg to go back inside the house his lips were against your own again and his hands forcefully moved your hips against his growing bulge, god it felt so good. you didn’t want to stop but.. your eyes met with wonbin’s boba one’s and it was humiliating.

“stop looking at the creep. your boyfriend is right in front of you.. or would you prefer him instead?” your eyes widened, quickly shaking your head ‘no’ as eunseok laid back against the chair. you furrowed your eyebrows not understanding what he was doing until he pushed you forward, “ride me.” all movements stopped and you were unsure on what to do. clothes on..? clothes off..? you both were already semi naked. “make me cum in my pants. we’ve done this how many times? quit acting stupid.” oh. so that’s what he meant by it.. and oh no, wonbin was still at the edge of the pool watching. at this point you were sure that eunseok was enjoying this. still not moving a muscle—eunseok’s hand reached up and wrapped around your thin neck, choking you. “what? scared of a little company here to watch? you sure didn’t mind it when he was in your face, nose to nose.” with each word the grip he had on your neck only tightened and you could feel air slipping away from you—shaking your head and whining as much as you could your own hand grabbed at his wrist and held it there for a moment, allowing your thumb to rub against his skin. although eunseok was this big dominant male that would punish you.. he had such a weak spot for you and would do anything to make sure you’re happy, satisfied, and comfortable.

finally letting go you gasped for air and nodded your head in a gentle manner, knowing exactly what he wanted and needed from you. “that’s my good boy, hm? such a good but dumb little boy.” your own cock twitched in your pants at the name calling and you let your hands rest on his chest for support while you slowly started to rock back and forth against his large bulge, moaning at now good he felt even like this. “feels good baby don’t it? you love my big cock even like this. such a dumb whore. fuck.. faster baby. show wonbin what he’s missing out on.” and you turned to briefly look at him, his one arm no longer resting against the edge but.. now in his pants. gross.. he was jerking off to this but why did you kinda like it?

eunseok grabbed ahold of your jaw and forced you to look back down at him—giving your cheek a harsh slap before shoving two fingers in your mouth, “suck and quit looking at him. look at me. focus on me.” you nodded and sucked on his long fingers that you adored of course. everything about eunseok was perfect and you’d be stupid to give that up. his other hand rested on your hip giving it a harsh squeeze here and there when you’d hit the right spot—even if you two were just dry humping each other by the pool.. it was more than enough to get him and you both to cum. once he got closer to his release he pulled his fingers from your mouth and grabbed your other hip forcing your hips to rock faster against him. “fuck! m..m gonna cum soon, please eunseok..” eunseok chuckled, “please eunseok.. you’re such a whore. my little whore. gettin’ all shaky just from dry humping.” he mocked you but you didn’t care to correct or whine about it. the need to cum was making your brain fuzzy and almost as if you couldn’t process a single thought properly.

last second decision, eunseok pulled at your swimming shorts allowing your cock to be free and you loudly gasped, not wanting wonbin to see such a thing but eunseok was making it harder and harder for you. his hand wrapped around your cock and started jerking you off—whines, moans, and little gasps leaving your lips. “g-gonna cum.. seok please!” at this point you were sure the rest of the boys heard you and it was going to be so humiliating going back inside after this. “cum for me.” and you did. cumming all over his stomach and eunseok came at the sight of it. your legs were shaking, chest heaving up and down, forehead covered in sweat. the sight was so beautiful to eunseok and he was lucky enough to see it quite often.

“clean up, pretty boy. you did so well for me.” and you knew what he meant. slowly pulling yourself back now able to reach his stomach, you licked up the your own cum. swallowing some but not before showing him and licking some up to spit into his mouth—eunseok was dirty like that. he enjoyed the grossest things and wanted you to do the grossest things in front of him. “how was that wonbin? it’s something you’ll never get so I hope you enjoyed the little show we gave you.”

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nebrasska-alasska · 2 days ago

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how do you come up with story/plot ideas?? do you just get a general idea one day and expand that into a full story, or does it start as a specific scene that you write the story around??

if its the latter, how do you turn it into a full story?? ive had a scene idea in my head for like two months and cannot come up with any sort of plot to go along with it, and your fics are making me really want to write my own (especially tethered, inhibitor rings being used as a plot device feeds my soul)

It goes both ways!!! I either come up with the concept first and then the big scene of the fic, or I have the big scene and come up with a concept to accomodate it. You don't have to read this, I'll use Silly Hats and Party Favors and The Secrets in our Quills as two examples:

Silly Hats and Party Favors: was in some air bnb in wisconsin and had a moment where I looked in the mirror and could see the bathtub behind me. It crossed my mind that it would be kind of crazy if you only noticed someone passed out in the bathtub by seeing it through the mirror, and then of course because of Sonadow brainrot I imagined it was Shadow finding Sonic like that. And it kind of spiraled from there. Under what circumstances would Shadow find Sonic like that? (a party.) How do you take a party and make it a multi-chaptered story with a plot? (force shadow to go to multiple parties.) What's the gimmick of the 5+1 format? (Shadow keeps finding himself stuck with Sonic.) And I just keep asking myself those questions until I have a coherent plan and outline!

The Secrets in our Quills: Watched the movie opening night, I love the secret relationship trope, so I just kind of put together a chapter the same night I watched it to get it started. Didn't know where I wanted to take the plot after this, so I came up with a big dramatic moment to center the fic around (Sonic choosing to run away with Shadow and revealing the secret of Shadow’s survival to both Sonic’s family and GUN), and then tasked myself with coming up with a reasonable build up to make this scenario feasible, because tbh Sonic choosing Shadow over his own family was a pretty unrealistic concept and I knew would require a lot of effort to make work. Coming up with the outline for this one was tough, like a puzzle. Basically, I made a list of things they could do while secretly hanging out, a list of conversations Sonic and Shadow needed to have, and then a list of interactions with the family Sonic needed to have in order to build suspense and include them. After I had my list, I kind of pieced it together in a general outline!

Basically, THE SUMMARY IS, the first two components are the concept and then the big moment. Doesn't matter which one comes first, but yeah! That's how I do it!!! :D If you're struggling to come up with stuff that comes in between, I would recommend listing out potential things that can happen to get the ideas flowing, and then stitch them together in a comprehensive outline. For me, the focus is making sure that the stuff that happens can make the big scene believable and have maximum payoff/emotional impact. Thanks for the ask and for (maybe?) reading this HAHA

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Not an confession but it's an topic i always wanted to ramble about: How Dee's death (Deeath) went down

It's actually a LOT more elaborated than you would think; There's multiple cutscenes and small lore tidbits that add so much more to it. I'll contextualize what was going on first:

June XX, 1973 - Henry killed 2 kids at Fredbear's Family Diner, leading them to possess the Spring Freddy and Spring Bonnie suits (i believe it happened on june 19th, as that would make it less than a week before y'know what); He then convinces William to help him get rid of the evidence (this is BEFORE he was lobotomized, back when he still had a moral compass and acted as a fairly normal person. This detail is gonna be insanely important so keep it in mind). Worth noting that for whatever reason the robots aren't agressive, likely because the fat iguana knew how to keep them controlled by exploiting their fear.

June XX, 1973 (june 20-21th is where i think it makes the most sense) - Henry's original plan was to rig Will's Springbonnie suit and then frame him as the murderer but William Fucking Afton always comes back HOWEVER this was even better for Henry as it made Willy a perfect labrat to Miller's research... That's a topic for another day though.

Afternoon June 23, 1973 - Jack leaves Dee at the Diner for her 6th birthday and goes home, buries his dead dog and then drinks 'till he passes out.

6 pm june 23 - The party's over, the restaurant is closing down, almost everyone went home and now Dee is left alone. Henry sees this as a opportunity to kill a third kid so he uses the Spring Freddy suit to lure her into an employees-only room (not the saferoom; likely the maintenance room as this was before cameras where put everywhere)... except Dee actually tries to fight back. Henry does injury her but he's playing it safe, not taking any chances that she might set off his springlocks,

After a few minutes of unsucessfully trying to kill her, Henry instead leaves her locked and bleeding out in that room and tells William about the situation, asking for his help. Willie hesitates and even tells Henry "Why can't you do it yourself?" to which Henry replies "She keeps struggling". He then forces Dave to do it.

Reminder: he HAD morals, THIS is the moment that they get shattered. He wasn't just hesitating, he was crying his eyeballs out. Hell, i think part of the reason flipside Dee forgave him fairly easily is because she saw the sheer agony he was in because he HAD to do it. this deeply traumatized him, Davetrap freaks out in the evil ending when Jack brings up Dee because THIS is what broke William and turned him into Dave; It was his first kill, what led to him questioning Henry's ethics and ultimately getting lobotomized. Deep down he WANTS to redeem himself but his devotion to his "father figure" - the closest person to him - prevents him from doing so.

When Jack got there, She was still alive. He was THIS close to saving her and yet... he couldn't. (Also the reason Dee must have been at the maintenance/backstage is because Jack died in the saferoom and she wasn't there, at least not initially)

When he was dying in the spring freddy suit, he SAW Henry carry Dee's corpse and put it in the SpringBonnie suit (it's literally her hair style). My headcanon is that Miller was trying to do the whole "two souls haunting one robot" that Fnaf Golden Freddy has, except it didn't work out here so he made the Puppet instead.

TL;DR: Dee's death is basically THE moment the lore revolves around; it's essential to Jack, Dave, Henry, Blackjack and (obviously) Dee's characters, adding so much depth to them just from how they were impacted by it.

Just wanted to lore ramble and i don't think anyone ever went in depth as i just did so... Thanks for coming into TED talk (:

#also not a confession but yeap #dsaf confessions #dayshift confessions #confession #dsaf #I accept people using this blog for genuinely nice rambles #not the ones who hate on every little thing #mod springbonnie

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sstan-hoe · 11 hours ago

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝟏.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!bucky barnes × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — bucky barnes was the man of your dreams, you would do everything to make him fall for you...and making a bet out of it is even more fun...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — slight stalker!reader, basically reader is not a good person and Bucky isn't either but idk if you can compare them, this fic contains no smut what so ever, please bear with me!

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — yk those au's where bucky makes a bet reader falls in love with him and then he actually falls? Well I wanted to switch things up, at first it was only stalking, bit of dark stuff but this seemed like such a good plot! If it works you get a new chapter every week! depending you could get one in a few days as I have motivation and want to get the stone rolling

“This is crazy,” Wanda shook her head at your words to which you just scoffed, “why? When a guy does it no one bats an eye,” you argued while folding a stack of napkins.

“Yes, and there is something wrong about that too!” at that you rolled your eyes, “he’s also dangerous,” she added, wiping the counter with a wet cloth.

Bucky Barnes was indeed a dangerous man, but also criminally hot. Also, maybe you had a little crush on him, yes maybe he would put you in danger and maybe you wouldn’t come out alive, but if he was as good of a man as he looked? You were willing to risk it.

“Come on, he doesn’t even know…I’ll just coincidentally meet him and that very, very often and make him think it is fate!” it was a good plan and all the information’s you gathered had been from social media – everyone would be able to know it!

“And what if he doesn’t like you? What if you’re wrong and he just so happens to not be there?” of course Wanda had good points, but at this moment you were beyond reason.

“I’m taking a calculated risk, and what if it works? I will swim in money, and we can take that vacation to London,” you grinned at her while putting your napkins aside and leaning against the isle.

It was a dream come true, a whole week of sightseeing and spending as much time as possible. You were sure if your plan worked and you had Barnes wrapped around your finger, then it would finally happen and maybe you could even stop working at that godforsaken restaurant. After all you didn’t go to university for nothing.

“Don’t come to me if your heart gets broken,” she pointed at you with the cloth with raised eyebrows, “I won’t, because I don’t catch feelings,” you crossed your arms with a smirk.

It wasn’t even a total lie, you had been with a few men in your life and none of them made you go crazy, none made you love and leaving them felt like nothing. Although Wanda did not believe you, but she also had her heart in her vagina.

“Fine, fifty say you will fall for him if he even takes interest,” she leaned back against the counter, holding out your hand, “oh, you into gambling now? Let’s make it interesting, fifty he’s interested and hundred I make him fall for me,” you smirked at her.

Wanda pondered a short moment, “mhm, but what do I get if you fall for him?” Right, you ignored that part, “go high or go home, it won’t happen, so you get a hundred and fifty bucks,” you offered, mirroring her previous action and holding out your hand.

The redhead retracted her fingers for a moment, “you won’t get forever though, you have six months. I want to be in London for Christmas.” Grinning you took her hand and squeezed it, “you got yourself a deal.”

It was an easy task, after all he was a man and they all had the same brain, furthermore with a little bit of purpose it was even easier. And the moment which would set everything in motion was just a few days away, so you had to make an impression, and everything had to be perfect.

“We will start on Wednesday, the gallery of Steve Rogers. Barnes will be there, we will talk and laugh, he will think he will get some, but he won’t and that will make him go crazy,” you explained your plan to Wanda. It did amaze her how sure you were of yourself.

She didn’t say anything, just smiled to herself. Either she would be in London in six months or could buy some new shoes and she liked both options.

“God, I hope sex with him is fucking amazing,” you groaned, knowing the relationship would never go longer than a year. You get bored rather quickly and well none of the others lasted much longer.

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The night was finally here, you looked at yourself in the mirror, proud of what you did. Everything matched, shoes, jewlery and dress – as it should, you planned this for months.

Today was important, you could not mess up. Your phone lit up, a signal that your uber was outside and with a satisfied smile you walked out.

The car came to a stop in front of the huge gallery, everything looked expensive and was dedicated to Steve Rogers new paintings. Stepping out of the car you took a deep breath, ready to walk into the lion’s den.

“Name?” a huge man stood in front of you, one of the bodyguards for sure. You told him your name, and he let you in – getting on that list had frustrated you for at least a week.

You scanned the room, seeing a lot of familiar faces such as Natasha Romanoff. She was Barnes assistant and made sure everything went according to schedule. Then Steve Rogers himself right next to her, his eyes glowing with proudness.

However, you hadn’t spotted the person you were here for yet, so you started walking around a bit. Your plan had two options, either you would meet Bucky first and charm him or chat up Steve Rogers, he was a golden boy and so easy to make friends.

Then you noticed the bar, what a joyful sight and if you were right then it would also be free – the least they could do as the invitation was already expensive enough.

“Whiskey, neat please,” you smiled at the barkeep, leaning against the table. A few seconds later your drink sat in front of you. “Strong choice,” a voice spoke next to you, turning your head, you spotted the blonde star of the evening, plan B it is.

Actually, you didn’t like whiskey, but you enjoyed its aesthetic and man always saw a woman drink wine or champagne, meaning it was a nice way to catch them off guard.

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” you chuckled, turning your body towards him. “Steve Rogers, it’s a pleasure,” he introduced himself, as if he needed to but ever the gentlemen. You gave him your name, shaking his hand. “You’re the artist?” you asked, acting surprised.

Steve blushed, tilting his head down. Even though he seemed happy about getting to show his art, he didn’t look like he enjoyed bathing compliments.

“Indeed, but I think that was obvious,” he grinned, eyes scanning over the crowds of people which were not so subtly watching him. “What? No, I thought everyone was starring at me,” you giggled, taking a sip from your whiskey and trying not to let your face scrunch up at the taste.

“I mean you’re beautiful, but I don’t think that’s quite it,” he smirked, holding his hand out to you again, “let me introduce you to my friends,” he said. Jackpot. You took his hand and let him lead you towards a small group of fancy dressed people.

“I think you’re gonna like my best friend,” he added with a hopeful glint in his eyes and god you wanted to jump so happy were you, everything was going perfectly.

“Trying to set me up, huh?” you looped your arm through his, giving him a bright smile. If Steve already thought, you were a good match for Bucky then what would stand in your way? Nothing.

Coming to a stop in front of Natasha, Sam Wilson and Tony Stark felt like a dream. They were the elite, full of power and money. In between them stood James Buchanan Barnes, the apple of your eye. God was he handsome, dressed in a complete black suit with leather gloves and a dangerous aura.

“You know you folks are supposed to mingle right?” Steve questioned them with a raised brow to which they just exchanged silent glances, with a sigh Steve shook his head, “well, this is my new friend,” he introduced you.

“We have Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark and my best friend Bucky Barnes,” the blonde emphasised on ‘best friend’ the very person he wanted you to meet. And he was right, you instantly caught Bucky’s eye. His eyes roamed your figure, stepping forward to take your hand, “it’s a pleasure doll.” God you were about to fall on your knees.

“The pleasure is all mine, mister Barnes,” you said politely, letting go of Steve to get closer to Bucky. No pictures did him justice, he was far more intimidating and beautiful in person.

The others around you knew what was happening, they exchanged smiles and polite gestures with you before finding an excuse to leave. Natasha did look at you with a hint of suspicion, but she also didn’t need another one-night stand of Bucky to cause issues.

Good thing you planned quite the opposite and already thought about the character of Natasha, of course she wouldn’t be easy to win over but it wasn’t impossible.

“May I offer to buy you a drink?” he asked, charmingly smiling at you while holding out his arm to you. Glady, you wrapped your arm through his, “you may.” You thought he would lead you to the bar, instead he walked towards a staircase at the end of the corridor.

“Isn’t the bar that way?” you questioned in confusion, turning your head to said bar. A small smirk crawled onto his lips, “well I can’t exactly buy you a free drink, can I? We have a special place for our most loyal buyers or breathtaking woman.” On that he wasn’t wrong, although you did not know about a secret club, you were intrigued.

Bucky let his hand glide down your body to grasp your hand instead, it caused a warmth to spread through your stomach. His touch was soft, much to your surprise.

At the top of the stairs, he opened a dark, heavy wooden door and revealing a quiet restaurant like area. The light was dimmed, people were talking just above a whisper and waiters were handing out drinks, following every order.

“So…this where you do your dirty work?” you joked, knowing you were probably right. Bucky only chuckled as he lead you to a more private booth, “ask me to dinner first before you go through my criminal record,” he sat down, pulling you along with him and that as close as possible.

“I remember you wanting to buy me a drink, does that not count?” you argued, leaning back against the velvet leather seat. Bucky looked at you with amusement, holding his hand up to the waiter who quickly walked towards him.

“Scotch please, and for the lady…,” “whiskey, neat,” you answered for him. Bucky looked just as surprised as Steve, it was hilarious. The waiter left, from his body language you gathered he didn’t want to make any mistake to avoid angering Barnes.

“What did you do to the poor boy?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side. Maybe you shouldn’t find it attractive, he was a criminal after all and there was a reason people were scared of him. Acting as if you didn’t know what felt easy, however knowing his history you still had to be careful.

“What makes you think I did something doll?” he retorted, taking your hand again and stroking the back with his thumb. “Now…what brings here tonight?” he lowered his voice, moving his face closer to yours.

You didn’t know if he was truly interested in that reason or if it was just small talk to make him look like a gentleman before he took you to his bed. Either way, whatever you were to say it would be a lie.

“I’m an art major, Steve is just such a big inspiration you know? Also, it was homework, having to go to an art showing,” you smiled, acting like you burned for art – you didn’t. Sure, it was nice to look at and interesting but didn’t strike your fancy.

No, you lived for the business, for international relations but who no one gave a fresh graduate with no work experience – at least in that field – a job. It was frustrating, especially because you wanted to get out of that awful restaurant. That however was a problem for future you, right now you would enjoy him.

The waiter sat your drinks on the table, giving a small ‘please’ before leaving again. “Mhm, then I should be lucky you’re even giving me attention,” he took a sip from his scotch, eyes never leaving yours.

“He’s not my type…,” you whispered, eyes shortly looking down, but Bucky gripped your chin, his cold leather gloves stirring something in you.

Bucky gave you a wolfish grin, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips against yours. This was it, this was the moment – honestly you didn’t know if you should be surprised that this was all it took.

You kissed him back, his tongue gracing along your bottom lip as if he was asking you for permission. Gladly you opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore you.

His hands moved to your waist, lightly gripping you to move towards his lap. God, it felt like he was sucking all your oxytocin from your body, dominating your mouth. You bit his bottom lip in response, trying to take control but it was no use as it only spurred him on.

You had to remind yourself not to get too lost in his kiss, you had to pull away – not only for air but to fulfill your plan. Planting your hands on his chest you pushed against him.

“I have to go,” you whispered breathlessly, forehead leaning against his. A grumble slipped from him, “was the kiss that bad?” he questioned, promptly moving forward to kiss you again. It was almost cute how desperate he was.

“Wasn’t the worst I had, but I have an early class tomorrow,” you grinned at him, holding his face in your hands to make sure he stayed in place. Bucky had kissed women before, had them spread out in his bed and played with them but none were as addicting as you.

“Then give me your number, so I can make sure you will have the best night of your life,” he kept on, it was a silly line however he had to have you, he needed it out of his system.

“That would be to easy mister Barnes, if you want me you have to trust the universe,” giggling you pressed a kiss to his cheek and went to stand up, Bucky gripped your hand, “what if never see you again?”

Oh, poor man…as if he wouldn’t but he didn’t know that you shrugged and walked away from the table. You would see him again and his actions proved how well your plan worked. You had him hooked.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes recs 🦾✨️#bucky barnes au #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #my cat lover bucky 🦾🤍

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notablenotions · 2 days ago

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Masks of Noblity-Chapter 25

Henry had seen a great many romantic misadventures in his time as both servant to and sometime lover of Sir Hans Capon.

He had, in fact, lived some of them.

There was, for instance, the time Hans wooed a maiden deep into the forest to show her his “noble member,” only for Henry to have to rush in wielding a jar of balm because said noble member had been stung by a bee.

Then there was the unfortunate incident involving fire, two of the bailiff’s daughters, and a stolen tapestry used for modesty (but which caught a breeze and very nearly caused a diplomatic incident with Sasau).

Suffice it to say, Henry had thought he was unshockable.

Until today.

From the stables, where he was hosting the weekly Pebbles Book Club, currently reading A Maiden’s Reckoning: The Passion of the Tannery Widow, Henry glanced up just in time to watch Hans Capon himself drop out of a window, land in a hay bale with all the grace of a disgraced swan, and immediately spring up to bolt behind a stack of barrels like a guilty lover in a farce.

Henry blinked.

He turned to Pebbles. “That was new.”

Bartosch, seated nearby and in a losing argument with Pebbles about the emotional arc of the tannery widow, looked up and squinted toward the keep. “What the fuck was that about?”

Before Henry could reply, a voice behind him said, calm as a saint and twice as alarming, “The goose is agitated again.”

Henry jumped.

Jitka Capon stood behind them holding the book in one hand and a satchel in the other. She handed Henry the satchel like a midwife presenting a holy relic.

“I’ve prepared balms and oils,” she said. “For when you go calm him down.”

Henry opened the satchel.

He immediately closed it.

Bartosch snorted and covered his face with his hand. “Kitty, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but—”

Jitka sat down primly on the straw. “It’s book club, isn’t it? Pebbles invited me. I have notes.”

Henry eyed the satchel like it might explode.

“Jitka,” he said carefully. “Do you know what’s wrong with Hans?”

She tilted her head. “Well. I came outside just now holding the book, ready to join you, and Hans saw me, screamed ‘you don’t have feelings!’ and then jumped out the window.”

She said it with the deadpan weariness of a woman used to living in absurdity.

Henry couldn’t even argue. That was… yeah. That was Hans.

He sighed, closing the book to Pebbles’ visible disappointment. “Jitka… he’s avoiding you.”

She bristled slightly, curling her arms protectively over her bandaged hands. “Is it because of… this?” she asked, nodding to the excessive linen hives still engulfing her wrists. “Does it disgust him?”

Henry immediately shook his head. “No—no, not at all. Hans isn’t like that. If anything, it’s the opposite. It made him realize you’re a—”

“A human woman?” Jitka cut in, raising an eyebrow. “With breasts and a mouth and other goose-disturbing features?”

Henry coughed violently. “Basically… yes.”

She considered that for a moment, then sighed. “So he noticed I have tits and panicked. That explains the ‘sinner fleeing church’ energy.”

Henry rubbed a hand over his face. “Yes.”

Jitka tilted her head thoughtfully. “And the staring? At breakfast? I thought I had jam on my lip.”

“You didn’t,” Henry croaked.

“Ah,” Jitka said, nodding. “That’s unfortunate. I’d have preferred jam.”

There was a pause. Pebbles snorted.

Henry, feeling increasingly like a man being marched into battle without a helmet, said slowly, “Jitka… you have had the talk, haven’t you?”

She made a face. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Bartosch groaned in the background and muttered, “Not this again.”

Jitka straightened, tone perfectly neutral. “My guardian explained it using military maps. There were battalions involved. Siege formations. Something about flanking maneuvers.”

Henry stared.

“I believe the diagram had flags,” she added. “And a small illustration of a trebuchet.”

Bartosch groaned louder and got up. “Right. Wine. We need wine for this. I’m not surviving another battle plan sex talk.”

He wandered off toward the kitchens.

Jitka, entirely unbothered, picked up the book. “So. Do we think the widow’s decision to reject the tanner was truly about honor, or emotional repression brought on by patriarchal expectations?”

Henry gave her a look. “You just said ‘tits’ and handed me sex balm for Hans. You can’t pivot back to literary critique.”

Jitka blinked at him. “I can multitask.”

Henry sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Look, he’s not disgusted. He’s just… panicked. You were safe to him before. Now he’s noticed you’re—well, you. And his brain shorted out.”

“Should I be offended or flattered?” she asked dryly.

Henry shrugged. “Both.”

She eyed him. “And you’re not upset? About him… seeing me as a woman?”

Henry smiled. “I love Hans. Deeply. But I don’t own him. And loving me hasn’t made me stop being attracted to women either. It’s not a switch. It’s not mutual exclusivity. It’s... us. And frankly?”

He smirked.

“Your arse is a masterpiece sent to ruin good men.”

Jitka blinked. Then smirked back. “You should see it when I wear the red riding dress.”

“I have.”

They laughed. Pebbles snorted like he was judging them both.

Henry sat back, taking a long breath. “Truth is… I thought you’d come between us. That you’d ruin everything. But you haven’t. You’ve joined it. In your own terrifying way.”

Jitka looked at him, for once without a quip. Then she snorted lightly and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. He’s a silly goose with great boots and an overfondness for collars. I’m not interested in Hans. That part of things…” she waved a vague hand, “never really made much sense to me. You know that.”

Henry smiled. “I do.”

“So,” she said, pushing the satchel toward him like she was bestowing a sacred relic, “take the oils. Go… soothe your goose.”

Henry gave her a flat look. “You’re aware the balms are for—”

“Yes,” she interrupted. “He’s stressed. You’re in love. I’m very good with logistics.”

Henry coughed into his fist. “Right.”

Jitka dusted straw from her skirts. “I’ll prepare more balm.”

Henry, still blushing faintly, cleared his throat and muttered, “The lavender one, please.”

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Saw some theories of KCD3 and fact historically Hans dies in the potential period which is sad so here's a funny chapter

#kcd #kingdom come deliverance 2 #hans capon #hansry #henry of skalitz #fanfic #kingdom come deliverance #radzig kobyla #masks of noblity #jitka of kunstadt

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physalian · 2 days ago

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Whatever project you're too afraid to start, just go for it

I know a lot of my posts lately have been video/content creation-related but I just want to say:

The learning curve that I have had to climb in the past week alone has been both frustrating as hell and ridiculously rewarding.

Already, I had to refresh my memory on basic video editing and sound comping, but for the first seven episodes of my little series I’d accepted the average quality of my voice recording as cest la vie, I’m not sinking money into this without proof of concept, you’re supposed to be a little rough around the edges when you’re first starting out. But one thing I couldn’t get over was the clipping from some technobabble shenanigans with frequencies that isn’t important here.

What I thought was a quick fix—replace and double the RAM in my laptop—was absolutely not the source of the problem and suddenly I was in the deep end trying to fix broken audio in post while also troubleshooting an issue no one else seemed to have between my microphone and my recording software and I was about tempted to just use my desktop mic, the built-in, because at least I could somewhat fix that in post.

After far too many hours deep in discussions with strangers on the internet who were very helpful, I half-fixed the problem. My mic stopped clipping, but it was distorting pretty heavily between two different processers and my recording software hated it for a whole different reason.

Reluctant Plan B was to record gameplay live, but record audio separately/after and then sync them in post. If you’ve ever made a gaming video like these, you’re staring at probably 15+ clips of useable content over the course of recording sessions, which means 30+ clips with all the separately recorded audio, and since I can’t hit start/stop congruently with both programs, they would always be a little bit off, which meant more tedious editing.

Why? Because I was recording in Program A, fixing audio in Program B, and editing the video together in Program C, and Program C is for like, tiktoks, not professional youtube videos. I was only using it because I was already paying for it in an Adobe package with InDesign.

Enter DaVinci Resolve.

It’s like, Photoshop compared to MS Paint, a free one-stop-shop for video and audio editing (and visual effects, this thing is used to make blockbusters) and here’s me still confused by all these audio terms like ratio, attack, threshold, etc.

So I’m still wading through tutorials, all while my mic only works through Program B, Audacity, with an episode deadline looming over me. From the time I committed to initially fixing my audio by replacing the RAM, to episode release date, I had 6 days. Today is day 4.

And I’m still without a proper recording setup because Program A hates my microphone. But I am not missing this deadline, not just for the youtube algorithm, but because I know I can make it.

So episode 8, at the time of writing this, I have only 9 minutes and 25 seconds all edited and ready to go, out of 22-24 that I usually publish. So what have I done?

Fuckin’ taught myself DaVinci Resolve and committed to recording my vocal track in post just this once, doing it over and over again until it sounds as genuinely live as it can, and doing regular voiceover and music montages wherever else I can to fill the time with meaningful content.

All to buy myself time for my replacement mic to deliver so I can get back to proper live recordings, because at this point, the time it takes to fix terrible audio in post isn’t worth it, when I can spend a little bit of money for a mic that isn’t 8 years old and is built for gaming, not podcasting (but I am keeping the problem child as a backup, because it’s not broken).

I’m waiting for a timelapse to render while I write this, staring at a workflow with one video source and 3 different audio layers—game sound, vocals, and music—and I can almost turn my brain off when trimming things because that part I already know how to do.

This thing is a mess, to be clear, but it sure as hell won’t look like a mess when I hit publish on time two days from now.

But like…. 3 weeks ago I knew next to none of this, beyond basic video editing I learned back in college. And here I am with my double-wide monitor up and professional video making software quietly churning along in the background.

So just—if you want to do it? Go fuckin’ do it. Whatever it is that you’ve been holding off on pursuing. When I started I already owned things like a gaming laptop (that I bought to run photoshop so I could paint), an 8-year-old podcasting mic from a dropped podcast attempt, my game of choice, and I was already paying for the bare bones version of Premiere: Premiere Rush.

But heck, even if I had none of the fancy equipment, the only limiting factor would have been my computer’s processing power to run all these programs at once, and I would have figured it out.

I’m a perfectionist bound and determined to fix my audio, but I didn’t hear any complaints when it was jank, and I’m learning all this because the whole process, not just the gameplay, is just so fun and fascinating.

#just do it #do it scared #video making #video editing #davinci resolve #it's a beautiful mess #and I'm so proud of it

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: Career Day

ᴀ/ɴ: lowk didn't know if this chapter was going to be long enough and then ended up going over what i planned :O full series masterlist here!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: cursing, death, blood, gore, the hunger games

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

You’ve been walking for what feels like years.

You tell your District 2 ally this, and he just scoffs, saying “It’s been 30 minutes, dumbass.”

The blonde never told you where you were going and when you asked, he just ignored you. He just started walking the moment the sun came up. His red eyes darted in various directions suggesting he was looking for something, but what?

It unsettles you, and yet- some strange consciousness in the back of your mind says to trust him.

It’s not like you had a better idea anyways.

Your dagger, the wooden one, pricks your skin, splinters painfully digging into your palm - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

New ally or not, death is guaranteed unless you win.

And you didn’t feel like dying yet.

Suddenly, Bakugou stops - forcefully grabbing your wrist and holding your body close to his as he ducks behind a tree, red eyes sweeping over the clearing the both of you were about to enter.

You realize why Bakugou brought you here.

The Career Camp.

You freeze, the only thing grounding you is the feeling of Bakugou’s heartbeat against your back.

His grip on you tightens, waiting for a moment before releasing you.

“No one’s here. We need to be quick. Grab what you can.” he murmurs, and you nod, following him quickly through the clearing and picking the tent closest to you- a green one- and darting inside.

You find a steel dagger, much nicer than the one you made, grabbing it as you spot a first aid kit in the corner.

You grab that too.

When you leave, you have a backpack (also stolen) full of supplies, random weapons, first aid, food - enough to last you and Bakugou a few days.

You’re about to call out to your ally when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“So nice of you to drop in, Katsuki.”

The voice is bubbly, and feminine, yet you can sense the underlying loathing in her tone. Her use of his first name makes you pause though - were they close?

Bakugou stays silent, and another voice pops up.

“You know, we thought you were dead.” a boy this time, speaks up. “Left to the mercy of the forest.”

The girl from before sighs, and you hear footsteps - was she pacing?

“If only we were that lucky..” she says, with condescending - and it makes you pause.

What happened between Bakugoui and the Careers?

Taking a breath, you grip onto your new dagger, peeking out from the folds of the tent.

You counted 4 Careers - two male, two female. You remember the girl from District 1 died in the bloodbath at the Cornucopia, along with 12 others - but the remaining odds were still dangerous.

Even with Bakugou on your side, there was no way you could get out of this fight unscathed.

The blond is on the ground with a nasty cut on his arm - shit how did you not hear that? - the boy from earlier that you recognize to be from District 4 pinning him down.

Your heart thuds. Regardless of how eager you were to become allies with him, you both had come into an agreement.

Even if not explicitly stated, you basically agreed to protect him.

Which is why when you sprint out of the tent, you toss your dagger to Katsuki, who picks up and drives it into the neck of the boy above him.

The latter screams out in agony, blood painting his skin red, eyes rolling back as he weakly claws at his throat before going limp, dead.

Before you can dwell too hard on what he’s done, you race to Bakugou’s side just in time to see the remaining three Careers look at you in outrage.

The girl from District 4 is irate, breathing heavily as she points her trident in your direction.

“You bitch!” she screeches, lunging towards you, mere seconds away from being impaled as you roll over, crouching down low as she stumbles, off balance.

The other girl, Bakugou’s district partner from 2 - Himiko Toga, the name flashing in your mind - just laughs.

“This is your new partner Katsuki? A weak little thing from 11?” she asks, the lack of malice in her tone contradicting the bloodlust in her feline eyes.

Bakugou simply groans, yanking your dagger out of the fallen Career’s neck, deflecting a strike from the District 1 boy just in time.

The District 4 girl breathes heavily, a maniacal scream ripping from her lungs as she pounces again, but this time you’re ready.

Stepstepping her swiftly, you reach for Bakugou’s machete, discarded after the initial skirmish, raising your arms and driving the butt of it into the back of her head, the girl collapsing, unconscious. You pant heavily, turning your head as Bakugou kicks the boy from District 1 off of him, the two of you sprinting into the undergrowth - Toga’s unnerving yellow eyes tracking your retreating forms.

You two run for what feels like miles, lungs burning and your fingers clutching Bakugou’s wrist so hard they turn white.

You want to keep running, but he stops you, holding you close to him until your breathing evens out.

When you finally calm down, he looks around silently, making sure no one’s around before he sits, resting his head against the bark of a tree and closing his eyes, leaving you to stand there awkwardly.

Opening the backpack you stole, you take out the first aid kit quietly, extracting the contents you needed before putting it back, making your way over to your ally’s side.

Kneeling down, you gingerly start to disinfect the wound - the blond hissing out in pain, red eyes snapping open and over to you.

“What the fuck do yo-”

“Shut up and stop moving.” You say sharply, cutting him off as you continue to tend to his wounds.

When you finish cleaning, you wrap the gauze around his bicep and slowly make your way down to his forearm with practiced, gentle hands; Bakugou’s piercing gaze following your every move.

When you finish, and sit back, your eyes raking over his figure one last time before standing up, putting the rest of the gauze and disinfectant in your backpack once more.

Rummaging around in your pack, you find a sandwich - how the hell did the Careers manage to get this? You take it out, handing a half over to Katsuki before taking a bite out of your own.

You don’t mention what happened at the Career campsite, and neither does he, silently making your way through the meal.

You’re grateful for that.

You’re almost done with your half of the sandwich when his voice fills the silence.

“When did you learn how to do that?”

“Huh? Do what?”

“All of that. The climbing, and the fighting, and the shit with the bandages-”

You raise an eyebrow. “I believe we had the same access to trainers before the Games, Bakugou.”

The blond lets out a tch, rolling his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, dumbass. I meant-”

“If you’ve always been able to to that shit, why the fuck didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

That makes you pause.

He had a point.

Why didn’t you?

You stay silent for a moment, watching the sunlight peek through the tops of the trees above. With how thick the foliage was, it was almost impossible to tell what time of day it was.

You breathe out slowly. “In a way, life in District 11 is just like it is here. Survival of the fittest and all.”

Bakugou stares at you, his silence a green light to continue.

“The ones that weren’t strong enough the moment they were old enough to work in the fields… immediately became a scion to the rest.” you bite your lip, thinking. “Most of my friends refused to be seen around me the moment my little brother was born without a leg.”

Your ally’s eyes widened just a fraction - he was listening, you realized. Not just listening, he understood. The thought made you feel less alone.

“My mom was bedridden after giving birth, so it was up to me and my dad to work for the four of us. You’d think that being the agricultural district, we get the most food, but we’re not allowed to eat any of it. And most of the extras that are for us go to the Peacekeepers.” you shrug. “I had to do what I needed to survive.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow and you pause, realizing what you just implied. “I didn’t kill anyone if that’s what you were thinking.” you say hurriedly. “I just learned how to fight. It was that, or starve.”

Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt by your neck, before tugging it down slightly to reveal a jagged scar just under your collarbone.

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

And that was that.

The two of you decide to spend the rest of the day hunting and gathering - despite your bounty that you stole from the Careers, it wasn’t going to last forever.

When nightfall finally arrives, Bakugou comes back with two juicy bunnies, and you as many berries as you could fit in your pockets.

Bakugou puts together a small campfire, skinning the meat and cleaning it - you decide to wash the berries because witnessing Bakugou’s butcher shop made you a little more squeamish than you would’ve liked, which is ironic considering you’re in a death arena.

When you finish, he’s roasting the meat over the fire, jabbing a stick through them and handing one to you, waiting for them to cool down.

Bakugou eats with his left hand - his right too injured to move at this point, and as devastating as that was, it was admittedly funny to see him struggle to eat his rabbit leg.

You on the other hand enjoy your food normally, the berries a little too ripe and the meat too bland, but regardless - a meal was a meal.

Bakugou had no such mentality.

One bite out of the rabbit leg and he frowns staring at it, disgruntled.

“Needs more seasoning,”

“What?”

“I said, it needs more seasoning.”

You roll your eyes. “Well maybe next time, let’s tell the Gamemakers to put some cayenne and paprika in the Cornucopia, yeah?” you mutter - trying to be funny, but it’s impossible to ignore the weight of your words.

There wouldn’t be a next time.

Especially since one of you wouldn’t be leaving this arena alive.

You both eat in silence again - you feel a little bad for ruining the relatively peaceful quiet the two of you had made, but you decide you don’t care. A dose of reality was just a warning to not get too comfortable.

When you two finish, Bakugou stands up.

“You sleep. I’ll take first watch.”

“Are you crazy? Your arm is messed up.”

Bakugou glares at you with the force of a thousand suns, telling you that he wasn’t in the mood for taking no as an answer.

Though, that’s probably true in most cases.

You grab the sleeping bag - one Bakugou stole from the Careers - and get comfortable.

Why did you care whether or not he got any sleep anyway?

For all you know, he could kill you right now.

You still at the thought, your mind refusing to relax now that paranoia seeps through every crevice, threatening to engulf you whole.

“Hey. Stop thinking so much, dumbass. No point in me taking first watch if you don’t get some damn shut-eye.” Bakugou’s voice startles you from your stream of thoughts

You freeze at his words - how could he read you so well?

Instead of acknowledging that, you ask something else.

“Are you- or were you and Toga close?” you whisper, staring up at the dark sky.

Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a minute.

“None of your damn business. Now sleep, idiot.”

You sigh, turning onto your side, your eyelids growing heavy.

You fall asleep to the sound of cicadas, Bakugou’s breathing and a question still swimming in your mind.

Why did Bakugou choose you- out of everyone, to be his ally?

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