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flamingpudding · 9 months

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Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham

A/N: I finally got my copy of AGIT and it sparked this prompt idea, I might continue on...

"Of all the times why were we thrown into a different dimension…"

"I am not happy about this either, twerp."

Danny gave his body double a scorching glare. Dan only shrugged as he leaned back into the park bench, hiding a chuckle. Even if the situation was dire, it was kind of funny too. Good things had changed so much since he got a human body. Danny had become more of a brother to him than his nemesis or time original, especially since Danny had gotten the crown and was trying to smooth things over for ghosts and humans. Plus he finally understood why Jazz like to tease them so much as her younger siblings. He got to tease his time original / cousin / 'younger' brother now too, well he did see himself as the older one when they could technically pass as twins.

"We are stuck looking like this! Our powers don't work and I can't open a portal, Dan!"

"And what do you want me to do about it? Clockwork is not responding to either of us."

Dan studied Danny who was still pacing in knee-high snow, then looked down at his hand which was smaller than he remembered. He tried reaching out to his ghost powers but nothing responded. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Danny stopping his pacing and looking back at Dan, his voice soft from resignation.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"It's... nothing." I don't remember what I did last. Why do you ask?"

"It's the same for me. We are stranded for some unknown reason in an entirely different Dimension in six-year-old bodies, with no clue or solution to get home and our ghost powers being all wonky as shit! And clockwork won't react to us yelling his name into the snowstorm we are currently in! At least we are cold-resistant!"

Danny resumed pacing in the snow, kicking random little snow hills he was making with his pacing as he ranted. Dan was watching him from the park bench with a scowl of his own. Both had found themself waking up to each other in a pile of snow in a park that was located in a city they had no idea about, the only thing they had was a green sticky note with the words 'Code Bat: Different Dimension'.

That led to Danny yelling for clockwork into the starting snowstorm. They knew their powers weren't completely gone. Wherever they were they were in a place with a lot of ambient ectoplasm.

"We should look for a way out of the snow twerp. Even with cold resistance, we should stay out here." Dan huffed as he tried to make out the buildings around them outside of the park, Danny instantly stopped pacing tilting his head.

"Where should-"

Both boys yelled in absolute horror as they suddenly got picked up and were carried like a sack of potatoes under the arms of strange guys. Instincts kicked in and the two instantly fought back but the guys carrying them didn't appear to be bothered.

The wind whisked past their ears making hearing anything difficult until they finally got put down next to each other. Instantly Dan took half a step before Danny, glaring at the ones that abducted them from a park. "Who the fuck are you, guys?!"

"Language kid. And I should be asking what the fuck you little kids were doing out in the middle of the worst Snowstorm Gotham had in a long time?" The guy in a red helmet said towering over them with crossed arms. "I know you street rats are smarter than staying out in the open like this. Don't you kids have a shelter?"

Street Rats? Okay, so what if their clothes looked a little ratty? Hold a second. Danny and Dan looked at each other briefly as if for the first time noticing how worn the clothes they had looked compared to what they were used to wearing. Great so not only were they in twin six-year-old bodies but also wearing such worn-out clothes that people saw them as street rats.

"None of your fucking business." Dan retorted, the fun of the situation now gone and anger and frustration settling in as he glared at their abductors. Danny on the other hand tilted his head miming the confused child as he stared up at them.

"We got lost."

"You got lost?" The other guy in blue with a mask asked them unbelieving and Danny only nodded.

"Yup, we got lost."

Dan watched how the two adults playing dress up exchanged glances. He peaked back at Danny and then back at them. Before making a probably short-sighted decision.

"Fuck this!" He said out loud and grabbed his twin's hand. Once more he reached for his ghost core and powers, internally yelling at it to get a response. And it worked, sort of.

He felt intangibility wash over them so he attempted to escape by phasing him and Danny through the ground only… to get halfway stuck as the old on his ghostly powers got lost. Dan's eye twitched as he realized he was stuck in the ground up to his tights.

"Dan what the fuck?!" Danny who was now stuck knee-deep into the floor yelled.

"I was at least attempting to escape!"

"We are stuck now! This is even worse! You could have just let me talk our way out of this!"

"Oh hell no. I remember the others saying often enough that you should not do the talking!"

"Phasing us through the floor is not better at all! Our powers are wonky or did you forget that?!"

While the twin boy's where fighting Nightwing and Red Hood exchanged worried glances.

"Hood…"

"Yea… Probably Meta Twins on the run."

"I will contact the others."

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 9 months

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omg i wrote the other req but i feel like it was kind of a lot and i felt bad 😭 SO if you’re up for it could you do dick grayson x reader with prompt #6 from the list you had in the last one i’m such a sucker for dick taking care of me- ALSO if u don’t do requests just disregard this <3

im so happy when people send request! sadly I think I'm getting into a slump of some kind. so my writing is probably not the best and it's probably not what you had in mind. also I saw your other request and working on it, just gotta kick myself into gear. used prompts from @urfriendlywriter intimacy prompt #6

pair: dick grayson x gn!reader (let me know if I used fem pronouns) wc: 864

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it was reaching two am in blüdhaven, the streets were still bustling with the noise of honking and people loudly communicating. the billboard lights keeping the city bathed in a vibrant glow, the building lights designed as makeshift stars.

two bodies sat high in the air, legs dangling over the side of an old gothic building. the gentle breeze played with loose hair and sunk into bones through the thick kevlar material. it cooled the blood rushing to your face as you worked on evening out your breath, domino mask staring into the cloudy night.

“ready to end the night?” your male companion's voice cut through the muffled noise. he sat beside you on the ledge, two pairs of feet swinging mindlessly.

you inhaled deeply through your nostrils and exhaled from parted lips. “just give me a few minutes,” your voice almost whispered.

nightwing shuffled his body closer, his outer thigh touching yours. he knocked his foot into yours and you copied in a silent reply. “you okay?” “yeah.”

“what would you be doing if you weren’t a crime fighter? what would your dream life look like?” an abrupt question seeping into your mind and spilling from your chapped lips.

hidden eyes moved away from the night sky to your partner. he was slightly hunched forward with his hands clasped in his lap, midnight black hair falling over his forehead with the tips poking around his eyes. he was biting into his bottom lip with a heavy silence hovering over him.

you weren’t sure what route would be best, backtracking to throw your words away or push forward to see if it would help him feel comfortable. the latter won out, so with nightwing’s tense body and shut mouth you turned back to the sky.

“i think if i didn’t end up here, none of the bad things ruined my life…i’d like to think i’d be living a super boring and normal life.” another glance at your companion, his head now looking at you with a slight crease to his forehead showing that he was raising his brows.

you shrugged, “i know it doesn’t seem like something i would want, but before…everything, i’ve never been in a fight. i kept to myself and followed the rules. kinda wish i could go back to being swallowed by the crowd.” chin tucked to your chest as you picked at the fabric on your thigh.

a beat or two passed. you worried that nightwing would look at you differently, probably think differently with just those few sentences. you were about to speak again when his deep voice caused your mouth to snap shut.

“when i was younger my family was part of a traveling circus. i like to think we’d still be a part of that small family we found with each other.”

your head moved up and you turned to see nightwing already looking at you. there was a faint quirk to his full lips as he said, “but i’m pretty happy where i’m at right now.”

and you couldn’t help that your mouth parted at his words, the implications as he was staring at you. nightwing pushed himself off the ledge and back onto the rooftop, you twisted to the left as he held a waiting hand out. his middle and ring fingers covered in blue made them stand out against the black.

“time to wrap the night up.” an angelic and smooth tone. his voice caused a shiver to rush up your spine. or the bitter wind. yeah, the wind.

swinging your right leg over to straddle the ledge as you happily took nightwing’s offered hand. his touch was warm and firm as you turned completely and your feet were back on solid ground. you tilted your head up to lock eyes with nightwing’s tall frame, peeks of his forehead showing due to the wind blowing past. he squeezed your hand and you realized neither of you let go. it caused another shiver to run freely.

“hey, you're shivering.” he pointed out and it made your face feel warm thinking he thought it was due to him. which it wasn't…

but nightwing just pulled you in close, his hand released from yours so he could wrap both his long and thick arms over your shoulders. then he started to rub his palms up and down your back, it made you melt and your lids flutter.

slowly and awkwardly you moved your arms into action and held onto the male’s waist tightly, your face pushing into his chest. neither of you said anything, acting like this sort of comfort and actions were part of your regular ‘hangouts’. but neither of you took a step to break away. you felt his chin dig into your scalp, tiny back-and-forth movements, his hands not stopping either.

“this is nice.” confessing just a sliver of your actual thoughts at the moment.

nightwing’s hum buzzed on your crown and then he simply stated, “we should do this more often.” and it lit a fire of wishing in your heart. you nuzzled further into his suit, burrowing into his natural body heat.

a dreamy smile tugged at your lips, “definitely should.”

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sereneres · 9 months

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hug? ³˙⁵

kim minji x 6th member!reader / 2k

summary. — you and minji have a much-needed talk (after some more unnecessary yet necessary drama) while the girls eavesdrop, as per usual.

warnings. — only a little less dramatic / a lot more comforting

it has never been this bad before.

that was something newjeans – excluding the two members that were currently fighting – agreed on.

after the two of you had walked back into the practice room and started heading to the ground floor where your manager was waiting, you had split off, minji going to hanni and danielle while you went to haerin and hyein. you had put up a happy front, smiling at the younger girls and reassuring them that everything was fine.

“are you okay, yn-unnie?” hyein asked worriedly, her brows furrowed. “you don’t look too good.”

“i’m okay, hyein, don’t worry. i’m just a little tired, that’s all.” you smiled, rubbing the younger girl’s shoulder reassuringly.

the two girls glanced at each other, both concerned by the way you acted but not wanting to say anything that would make you upset.

“manager-unnie should be here soon to pick us up.” haerin said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “and then we can go to the restaurant hyein’s friend recommended to her.”

“okay.”

“speaking of which, i hope it’s not too pricey.” hyein murmured, biting her lip. “we don’t necessarily eat a lot, but if it’s expensive…”

“don’t worry, hyein. minji-unnie or yn-unnie will pay for us, though they’ll probably fight over the bill first.” haerin said before nudging you. “right, yn-unnie?”

“who knows.” you say, your gaze shifting from the two girls to minji, who was walking beside hanni and danielle as she moodily stared at her phone. “maybe we won’t fight about it this time after all.”

you would rather argue with minji about who would pay the bill than not talk to her at all.

if your manager noticed anything off between you and minji – and just the group synergy in general – she didn’t say anything of it, instead choosing to stay quiet and occasionally steal glances at you and your members.

perhaps uncomfortable with the silence, or maybe she just wanted to talk, hanni spoke up.

“so, what restaurant did your friend recommend you hyein?” she asked, turning in her seat to face the younger girl.

“huh?” hyein blinked, clearly having not been expecting for someone to speak to her. “oh, uh, i think it’s mainly a chinese restaurant? they have a lot of korean foods ok the menu, though, if you aren’t into chinese.”

“chinese food sounds great.” in the corner of your eye, you can see minji giving you a stink eye from where she was sitting behind you. “do they have an online menu? maybe we can see what they have and order right away.”

“let me check.”

as hyein searched for an online copy of the restaurant’s menu, hanni brought up the topic of foods she didn’t and did like, which prompted danielle to join the conversation, then hyein found the menu, and just like that, half of the six members of newjeans, who had been silent, were now talking about food.

the other half were either listening (haerin), preoccupied with thinking about other things (you), or just moodily staring out the window (minji).

“are you and minji alright?” your manager suddenly asked, her voice low so as to not be heard by your other members. taken by surprise, you turn to look at her, your brow raised. “excuse me?”

“minji keeps glaring at you.” she continued as the car slowed to a stop as the light turns red. “normally, i wouldn’t have said anything, but seeing as its both you and minji…” she trailed off, shrugging.

“we’re fine.” with how unconvincing you sounded to your own ears, you weren’t too surprised when you received a very unconvinced look from your manager.

“we’re just in the middle of a disagreement, unnie.” you say reassuringly, patting the woman’s shoulder. “we’ll be okay, i promise.”

“remember, yn.” she murmured, eyes fixed to the road as the light turned green. “it isn’t just you and minji in this group. if a scandal arises because of this, you may bring the whole group down.”

you sigh, resting your head on your hand. “i know, unnie. trust me, i know.”

lunch was a quiet affair. by the time you got there, everyone had quieted down again, too hungry to continue talking about food. meanwhile, minji had stopped glaring at you, although now she refused to look at you whatsoever.

“what do you think, unnie?” you blink, turning your head to see hyein to your left, looking at you while she ate. “does it taste good?”

“it tastes okay.” you answer, looking back at your plate to see it still somewhat full. from across the table, minji scoffs before mumbling something incoherent, her brows furrowed as she glared at her plate.

“minji,” you called, exasperated. “if you want to say something to me, say it to my face, not to your food.”

the girl looked up at you for the first time since you had entered the restaurant, her eyes wide with surprise. from her reaction alone, it was obvious that she must not have expected you to outright confront her.

“you–”

“guys, let’s not do this here.” danielle interrupted, frowning. “we’re in public and we’re eating. if you guys want to argue, then do it later. not now.”

“…”

one look around the table made it clear to both you and minji that the rest of your members agreed with the girl’s statement, so you both went back to your plates, minji aggressively eating her food while you nibbled on yours.

“unnie, i don’t like this.” hyein murmured to hanni, who patted her on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort the girl.

“i know, hyein-ah, but it’ll be over soon.” she glances at minji, who was still eating her food aggressively, her eyes narrowing. “i’ll make sure of it.”

“minji, why are you so upset with yn?” hanni asked, having burst into the older’s room several seconds prior to her question. “she hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“you think i don’t know that?” minji snapped, irritation clear on her features. “i know she hasn’t done anything wrong, but we both– no, we all know that she’s been overworking herself. that itself is the problem.”

“what i don’t get is why you’re so hung up on this.” hanni said, brows furrowing. “when haerin started practicing late at night to practice her footwork, all you did was encourage her to try her best and to not come home too late.”

“that’s different.” the older girl said as she frowned.

“or what about the time hyein keep re-recording that one part of ‘ditto’?” the aussie continued, slowly growing more and more frustrated by the korean. “she literally lost her voice because she overused it, but all you did was–”

“yn isn’t like them.” minji interrupted. “when the others need help, they’ll ask someone for help without another thought. when yn needs help, she doesn’t ask for it.”

“then why pick a fight?” hanni asked, her expression softening. “why argue when you could’ve just helped her?”

“she’s stubborn, you and i both know that. if i offer her my help, she’d just refuse it outright.” minji sighed, shaking her head. “i figured that if i picked a fight with her, maybe she would understand where i was coming from, but–”

“your emotions got the best of you.” hanni finished, and minji nodded, a sheepish look on her face.

“well, it doesn’t look like yn is upset at you whatsoever.” the former said, crossing her arms. “she’s just tired of it all.”

minji snorted, rolling her eyes. “of course she is – she hasn’t slept for more than five hours since our comeback was announced.”

“actually, i have been sleeping for more than five hours, believe it or not.”

upon hearing your voice, the two girls froze, eyes widening as they both turned to look at the door to see you leaning against the door frame, an amused look on your face.

“i came here to talk to you, minji-unnie,” you said, walking towards the two surprised girls, “but it looks like hanni-unnie got to you first.”

“how-how long have you been standing there?” minji stammered, hastily standing up from her seat on the floor. “and why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“i got here around the time hanni-unnie started ranting about the times the others have overworked themselves during our past debut’s and comebacks.” you say, looking at the aussie, who stared back at you with wide eyes. “by the way, hanni-unnie, minji-unnie did a lot more for us behind the scenes, you just weren’t there to see it.”

“i-i-”

“hanni, get out.” minji ordered, having gotten over her shock upon realizing that you had been eavesdropping on them. “i need to talk to yn.”

her eyes still wide, the younger girl wordlessly left the room, leaving the two of you alone. silently, minji gestured for you to sit on her bed and sat beside you once you did.

“i’m sorry, unnie.” you say after a bout of silence, looking down into your lap. “i shouldn't have said all those things.”

the older girl snorts. “we hardly said anything offensive to each other, yn. all we did was bicker like children.”

“still. i should have just accepted what you said.” you murmured, biting your lip. “i didn’t want to burden you guys by asking for help, but i ended up burdening you anyway by making you worry about me, so i’m sorry, minji-unnie. i already apologized to the others as well.”

“there is no need to apologize, yn.” the girl said gently, placing a comforting hand on yours. “you will never be a burden to us, no matter what you do. besides, the others and i would never think of you like that.”

“and i also have to apologize for the way i picked a fight with you for no real reason.” she continued. “it wasn’t something i should’ve done, and it was definitely not right of me to do it.”

“it’s okay, unnie.” you smile as you look up at the older girl, who’s eyes widen when she notices that your eyes are slightly teary. “you had good intentions.”

“don’t cry, yn.” minji said firmly as she began to tear up herself. “if you cry than we’ll both cry and–”

“ah shit–”

both you and minji flinch as the door abruptly opens and then blinked owlishly at the pile of girls on the floor, with a certain aussie at the bottom of it and hyein on top of it.

“i told you this was a bad idea.” haerin mumbled, her words muffled by the plush carpet her face was pushed into.

“no, you said that the door would probably collapse if we pushed against it too hard.” hyein said, frowning. “you didn’t say it would be a bad idea.”

“it was implied.”

“i’m so happy you two made up!” danielle smiled, bounding over the two of you happily. how she had gotten out of the pile when she was stuck under haerin and hyein, you had no idea. “did you guys hug yet?”

(ah yes, the hug-after-a-fight tradition. danielle had been the one to introduce it when hyein and hanni had argued over potato chips, and it had stuck ever since.)

“ah, no. not yet.” minji said, still baffled by the sudden intrusion of the four girls. “were… did you guys hear everything we said?”

“not really.” haerin squirmed, managing to slide hyein off of her and onto the floor. “you and yn-unnie kept mumbling, so we missed out on a majority of your convo.”

“you two should hug!” danielle chimed in, reclaiming your attention. “hug! hug! hug!” she turned to the rest of your members, looking at them pointedly.

taking the hint, hanni was the first to start chanting along with danielle, even pumping her fist despite still being on the floor. “hug! hug! hug!”

“hug. hug. hug.” haerin joined in, languidly pumping her own fist.

“hug, hug, hug!” hyein said excitedly, pumping her fist excitedly in contrast to haerin’s lackluster fist pumping.

“hug?” minji asked, turning to you and smiling, shyly opening her arms for you to walk into.

“hug.” you respond, smiling back at her as you walked into her arms.

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tinyywriterr · 4 months

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WHO WILL IT BE?

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{GETO + GOJO + POC READER}

∘°∘♡∘°∘ 𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓞𝓝𝓔 ~ 𝓦𝓗𝓐𝓣 𝓐 𝓓𝓐𝓨 ∘°∘♡∘°∘

⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Burning Desire by Lana Del Ray [You & All the men in this Chapter Theme song]

⟿ Word Count: around 3,800 to 4,000 +

⟿ Starts with Geto + Gojo + Reader

⟿ Summary: This is how it all starts getting sucked in by the two incubus that you call boss and running into a stoic man. You’ve been attracted to since you moved here 2 months ago and started working for them. Wonder how this will turn out?

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: will contain smut {next chapter}, fluff, plot building, pet names, fem reader, black fem reader/you, and etc.

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & please don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. I used to write fics and my own stories when I was younger and reading these Nanami fics reignited my love for writing! This is the first fic I've uploaded on Tumblr so please comment and give feedback! I hope you will enjoy this.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐻𝒪𝒲 𝐼𝒯 𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 | 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝐼𝒩 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You just moved to Tokyo, Japan maybe 2 months ago. So, far you loved every bit of it from the scenery to the people who weren’t rude to foreigners. You moved here on a whim with no rhyme or reason really besides a job opportunity and just loving the pictures you saw. It was busy very busy in the city of Tokyo; you’ve never been to NYC but you felt like it might have similar vibes. Loud honking of car horns people bussing through the streets even some drunk people lying on the ground sleeping before they went to work. The job opportunity was to work as a secretary for a small law firm a little bit outside of the main city of Tokyo. They mainly did small cases nothing too crazy mainly for people that just need a lawyer on a whim. The owner of the law firm was named Geto and his right hand was Gojo. They seem fairly close more best friends than co-partners to a law firm. Always laughing and cracking jokes but like most when it was time to get serious that wasn’t a problem for Geto at least. You had a fairly easy work schedule come in 5 days a week at least and work from 8-4 even till 6 at the latest. Luckily you were able to pick which days you came in as long as you told Geto or Gojo. They were pretty laid back so you never felt like you were dying on the other side of the phone when you said you wouldn’t be coming in today. And today was one of those days. You never understood the drinking culture here in Japan but they could drink! Partying till the sun came up and going straight to work. How did they do it? As your head pounded you called Geto letting him know you wouldn’t be coming in today due to the festivities the law firm took part in last night.

“Oooo y/n I understand completely. If I’m being honest my head is killing me too. Take as much time as you need things have been slow recently. I’ll let you know when we got some work for you, okay?” Geto asked making sure you understood

“Okay, thank you again for being so understanding and nice to me.” You respond in a groggy tone rubbing your eyes making you see stars.

“I’ll call if you’re needed, have a great day today Mx. l/n,” Geto says before hanging up. He wonders to himself will you be okay all by yourself today? He hopes you feel better soon because last night was something to remember. The shots were flowing music blasting as cigarette smoke filled the club. He rubbed his temples before leaning back in his chair. He wished he would’ve marveled in the silence he had before hearing Gojo burst through the doors.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒪 & 𝒢𝒪𝒥𝒪 ‘𝒮 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Heyyyy I hope you’re feeling good you were taking a lot of shots last night.~” Gojo says in a teasing tone as he plops into a seat in front of Geto's desk and all Geto can do is grimace at him and shake his head.

“We should check on y/n. Make sure she’s okay she doesn’t have anyone here to help her you know?” Geto states lacing his fingers together as he lets his chin rest on them.

“Wellll I don’t see why not! Let’s go I’ve been wanting to get to know her she seems so interesting she entrancing actually.” Gojo states looking at Geto with excited eyes it has a tad more emotion but Geto can’t put his finger on it. Gojo walks out of the office waving his hand let’s go. They had both remembered where you lived from dropping you off yesterday actually. They both hoped it wasn’t weird of them to remember or pop up unexpectedly like this. They didn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. It was silent on the drive over both thinking about you & wondering how you were doing. Geto knew you were new to Tokyo and began inviting you out to after-work festivities whenever they had them. He wanted to show you a good time but the first couple times you said no. That was okay though mostly because he and Gojo went out almost every night they mainly invited you when the rest of the staff would also be there. He truly didn’t want his feelings to be shown. He wondered deeply in thought how you would feel in his arms. Gojo on the other hand was infatuated by you. You had rich milk chocolate skin that looked smooth to the touch. You had a beautiful hourglass shape with curves that made his mouth water. Your face was something he could look at forever nice plump lips, the cutest nose, high cheekbones, and beautiful fox eyes. Those drew him in the most so mysterious, slightly giving a not-so-innocent vibe, and the way they were so dark he could barely see your pupils. It was like a dark ocean at night with some much depth he could drown. Both of their minds were interrupted when the car came to a slow stop. Honestly, Gojo didn’t even realize he just stopped in front of your home. He didn’t even remember taking any turns or stopping at any stop lights. ‘What’s the door number again?’ Gojo thinks to himself as he parks the car in your complex parking lot. Crazy how being in such deep thought can make a person forgetful or flustered. They both never felt like this before that’s why they’re knocking at your door.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒜𝐹𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒪𝐹𝐹 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒫𝐻𝒪𝒩𝐸 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

After getting off the phone with your boss you stretch in your bed trying to wake yourself up so you could get something to eat. You felt ravines since you barely ate the day before so you had to make up for it. Once rolling out of bed you realized you had your club outfit on still and makeup. Disgusted by this you stripped your sheets along with with your mini skirt and crop top in the laundry. Now in a couple of days old bra, and club undies you strip naked and hop in the shower. You put your braids in a bun before fully putting yourself under the shower head. You let the warm water run all over you and coat you like a warm blanket. Before falling back asleep in the shower you slap your cheeks with both hands trying to wake yourself. You wash your face thoroughly trying to get all the day-old makeup off and begin to shower the rest of your body. You take your time taking at least 35 minutes and step out feeling refreshed. After fully drying yourself you put on a matching red cotton thong and a red sports bra on. You rummage through your drawers to find some grey sweats and a black tank top. Lastly, you grab a jacket, your keys, and your wallet. You rush out the door putting your socks and shoes on. Looking foolish you trip a little practically running out of your house, but not forgetting to lock the front door. You walked to the nearest coffee shop in need of energy for being out so late. The sun beaming down on you felt like the best hug in a while making you smile at its warm embrace. The weather was nice today which made your mood ten times better honestly. Yesterday you finally took your boss up for drinks with the rest of your coworkers. It was fun honestly you were surprised that everyone got so loose and had so much fun. Even go so far as driving each other home. You remember slightly that Geto and Gojo took you home. Remembering this made your cheeks heat up slightly. As you opened the coffee shop door the smell of coffee made you smile slightly excited to get your favorite drink. You walk up to register and order [insert your favorite drink] and a [insert your favorite bagel] toasted with butter. They call your name when both your drink and food are done you grab both and sit down at a table for two. As you enjoy your breakfast you look up occasionally from your phone as you read a book. Out of nowhere, someone sits at the chair across from you. Snapping up from your phone you see the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair that was gelled back, a chiseled face with beautiful ashy brown eyes that were staring you down. Making you shift in your seat you pull a headphone out and smile softly. He returns the smile and tilts his head slightly.

“Are you new in town? This coffee shop is fairly new.” He asks in a smooth somewhat sultry tone. Or maybe you were just reading into it too much. How could you not be a sexy man sitting at your table asking you a dumb question just to talk to you?

“Yes, I recently came here from the States. Mainly for work and to just get out.” You said as you sipped some coffee not letting it go to waste. You loved hot coffee not cold.

“Oh, interesting. Well, my name is Kento; Nanami, Kento.” He says reaching his hand across the table wanting to shake yours. He wanted to feel how soft your hand looked. He honestly didn’t know what to say he was just enjoying the view. Once you walked into the coffee shop he noticed you instantly. Let it be that your brown skin was an amazing contrast to the gray sweats you wore or the red peaking out from your sports bra. Or your braids tied up in a bun. OR your beautiful figure he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. He hoped you didn’t notice his dagger-for eyes just tracing every inch of you from afar. Hoping he didn’t spook you or scare you to the point you were uncomfortable.

“Nice to meet you Kento. My name is y/n, l/n y/n.” You say sweetly as you extended your hand to shake his. His hands felt so much larger {because they were} than yours making you melt slightly. Your hand basically disappeared in his grip. The roughness and callousness of them felt nice honestly still smooth. Without noticing your hand was flipped and your arm was being pulled as he brought his lips to your hand. Kissing it lightly making you jump a little. His lips felt so soft and gentle as he kissed your hand 3 times. You’re now fully melted into your seat. Your cheeks explode in heat as you can’t help but smile deeply showing your deep-set dimples. He releases your hand softly and begins to pull out a business card; and hands it to you. You read it as it says he’s a lawyer at an even bigger law firm than the one you worked at. Your eyes go wide as it says CEO and his personal phone number. Guessing these were usually handed out to exclusive clients it made you wonder what made him hand it to you; being naive. You smile softly as you put it in your wallet.

“Well, y/n I have to be going now. I’m honestly late but it was worth it.” He winks at you as he turns around. “It was nice to meet you give me a call. I want to see you again soon.” He waved his hand goodbye as he walked out the door leaving you alone at your table once again. In shock at what just happened you sat at the table still for a couple minutes even though you finished both your coffee and bagel. Shaking your head to get yourself out of the trance you were in you cleared your throat and got up. You threw your trash away and walked out as well. You wanted to do some shopping for your new apartment just getting some small things since you had to walk all the way back. Almost forgetting completely you were hungover you had to stop and get some anti-nausea medication before walking into any stores.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒯𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝒮𝒦𝐼𝒫 𝒯𝒪 𝒜 𝒞𝒪𝒰𝒫𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸𝑅 | 𝑀𝐼𝒳𝐸𝒟 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Ughhh I don’t think she’s here Gojo!” Geto complained as Gojo continued to peer through windows and knock again and again at the door. It had been at least an hour since they first arrived and now Geto was irritated ready to go back to the office or even better his bed. Gojo doesn’t give up easily though he just wants to see your face and ask how you where doing. Suddenly they both hear an elevator ding then open and you step out of it with a couple of bags full of small miscellaneous items. You’re eyes went wide as they were both looking at you mainly staring you down like they were surprised to see you in the flesh. You smile softly and wave as you walk towards your door.

“I’m guessing you guys wanted to check in on me?” You tease as you walk closer to them Gojo & Geto reach out to grab the bags you had in your arms. You let them grab the bags and unlock your door beckoning them both in since it seemed they’d been waiting. They walk in both setting the bags down on top of the kitchen counter before taking in your apartment and looking around like two curious cats. You set your wallet & keys down, turn some lights on, and light a candle.

“Ya, we wanted to make sure you weren’t too hungover didn’t want you too scared to come out with us again.” Geto states as he looks around before basically falling back into your couch. Gojo sits next to him taking in deep breaths as if he’s trying to remember your scent.

“You don’t have to worry about me I had a lot of fun last night truly! Also thank you both for dropping me off here I wouldn’t have made it back the way I was last night.” You say slightly embarrassed at how drunk you were but you giggle softly closing your eyes for a second as you laugh. Not noticing both of their eyes on you as you laughed. They both began thinking about how cute you were as you laughed and how cute your snort was that you tried to hide.

“I’m glad you had fun maybe we should do it again this weekend?” Gojo said before Geto could say it which slightly irritated him. He was the one who invited you and the one who wanted to show you a good time.

“I can show you a new place in town that is said to be super cool with nice techno/EDM music. If you’re into that?” Geto asks butting in before you can even respond to Gojo. Which makes you laugh again slightly noticing how eager they both were.

“How about we all go to the place Geto is talking about just us three? How do you boys like that idea?~” You propose adding a sultry tone and crossing your arms which made your boobs push together as you bent over closer to them meeting their eyes trying to give them a great view. You honestly don’t know why you did it but you weren’t at work soooo it didn’t matter. Also, there are two hot guys you kinda just let your thoughts go out the window and follow your pussy when sexy men are around. They both blush at the sight of your breast so close to them. At work, you usually didn’t really wear revealing clothes just ones that clung to your curves which didn’t help either. But today you’re at home wearing your tank top and loose sweats that are slightly sagged showing your thong. Geto clears his throat first trying to focus and not let his dick grow hard from just looking at you but it was slightly more difficult. You were different than his pass lovers.

“I’d enjoy that..I’ll book us a private room then,” Geto says softly smiling at you moving his shirt to cover up the growing tent in his pants.

“I’d enjoy that as well, doll..” Gojo says winking at you as he stands up. Getting to see you and making plans was all he wanted to do but he also had to go because his dick was making a tent in his pants. Not wanting to embarrass himself at all he looks at Geto trying to get his attention so they can leave. Clearing his throat did the trick snapping Geto out of it. Geto looked up at Gojo getting the silent message from his eyes.

“We’ll be going now. I’ll contact you about the time we’ll be picking you up on Saturday.” Geto states as he gets up as well. As you straightened up you grinned softly and waved goodbye. Gojo nodded in agreement smirking at you.

“It’ll be a lot of fun! Wear your best clubbing dress. This club is a little bit more expensive and exclusive.” Gojo says while smiling down at you blush still tinting his cheeks.

“Okay, I’ll wear my sluttiest dress just for you two. I can wait for Saturday boys!” You say as you trail behind them shutting the door as they both walk out. Pushing your back to the door you sigh softly. Today was just fucking crazy running into all these men. Two you already knew that you tried to hide your attractiveness too. And one mysterious man that was so hot you were shifting in your seat. No man has made you feel so horny just by looking at you. His stoic face mixed with those ashy eyes were enough to have you melted on the floor. His eyes, Nanami’s eyes were just stuck in your head the way he looked at you and kissed your hand! Slightly embarrassed at the thought you push yourself away from the door heading to the couch turning the TV on.

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Once again I hope you enjoyed the first chapter we can only go up from here! I'll be updating a new chapter every other day but today I might upload the next chapter. Also, this all starts in October by the way. Sorry if my descriptions or the characteristics of characters aren't spot on this is how I see them in my mind. Don’t forget to comment, reblog, like, and follow me; thank you!!

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Just Let Me Hold You A Little Longer. Joesph Quinn x Reader

Just Let Me Hold You A Little Longer.

Summary: You’re another new addition to the stranger things cast for season four and are about to shoot Eddies death scene. Emotions are high and Joe helps bring you back to earth.

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: none? fem reader! mentions of blood but it’s all fake. Joe being cute, lots of fluff honestly.

Word count: 2822

I bounced my leg up and down waiting for someone to come get me from my trailer so we could start the scene we were about to film. It was eddies death scene and I was super emotional about it. Falling in love with his character, just from reading the words on paper, but it was nothing compared to how well Joseph curated his character in real life. My character June was the love interest for Eddie. She was different from him, but still just as much as an outcast. Shy and sensitive, in love with her books, and her own fantasy worlds she could engulf herself in. The two characters first interaction is when she drops her copy of the lord of the rings, and Eddie picks it up but before handing it back he quotes something from it to her, which she quickly quotes back. Being the only female from the school to join hellfire, the two of them hit it off romantically quite quickly.

Being a new character so late in the show, Joe, Jamie, and I often stuck together; especially in the beginning before truly getting to know everyone. So not only did our characters have such a strong bond, we did too. A small knock on my door before it opened "It's time" a female voice came through the open door and I took a deep breath before getting up while wrapping the straps of my mask around my ears and following her to set. Knowing I was about to hold Eddie in my arms with Gaten until he died made my stomach churn as if this was all real. As if the large amount of green screens behind me, and the taped x's marked on the floor weren't there, and we really were in some corrupted version of a small town called Hawkins, settled in Indiana.

Standing next to Gaten I hopped up and down a few times, shaking my hands hoping the nerves would slip out of the tips of my fingers with the movements. But it never did.

"You ready kid?" I whispered to him.

"Ready as I can be" He said smiling back.

We ran on the spot for a moment, laughing at how ridiculous we looked. We were covered in fake dirt and our makeshift amor, while trying to get our breath uneasy so when we made it to Joe we would be more properly out of breath. We gave each other a quick high five and got ready at our marked spots, removing our masks and handing them to whoever was closet to us.

The loud call of action along with the snapping sound of the clapperboard echoed through the lot as Gaten and I ran towards Joes laying frame in the middle.

"Eddie!" I yelled in character, falling to my knees next to him, trying to pull him into my lap as best as I could.

He coughed and the fake blood sputtered out of his mouth slightly. "Oh God" Gaten said coming to his knees next to me.

"Bad, huh?" Joe said forcing a pained smile.

"No, you're gunna be fine" I said cradling his head in my hands, my thumb stroking his cheek, practised tears rolling down my eyes and into the frizzy hair of his wig. "We just gotta get you to a hospital okay?" I said looking back up at Gaten. At this point our characters know he's not going to make it, but the delusion, and selfishness to ignore the actual outcome wouldn't allow them to say anything pessimistic.

"Okay" He muttered. Gaten and I attempted to lift him but neither of us were strong enough to get him up further than a sitting position.

"Shit" I said wiping my tears away with the back of my hand. I looked at Gaten in desperation, as if his character Dustin had the solution. My chest tight and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Gatens own eyes filled with tears. Joes struggling voice bringing both our attention back down to his face. "I didn't run away this time right?" he asked with another forced smile across his lips, fake blood dripping down the side of his mouth. I choked on a sob, and at this point I couldn't tell if it was my own or my characters feelings that were bubbling up in my chest.

"No, no, you didn't run" Gaten said grabbing onto one of his hands.

"You're gunna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?"

"No, you're gunna do that yourself" Gaten said, tears now rolling down his cheeks. I forced another choked sob down in attempts to keep myself more composed than I felt.

"Nah man... Say it, say 'I'm gunna look after them'" Joe encouraged.

"I'm gunna... I'm gunna look after them" Gatens last few words almost inaudible.

"Good, cause I'm actually g-gunna graduate" Joe began struggling to get more words out, his character basically bleeding to death beneath us. "I think it's my year Henderson" He repeated his own words from the beginning of the season when we're first introduced to Eddie in the cafeteria. "I think it's finally my year"

Another sob escaped me and Joes eyes flickered to mine for only a moment. He looked back at Gaten. "I love you man" he said. Gaten struggled to even look at Joe, turning slightly, his fist tapping against my knee. "I love you to" and then Joe turned to me. "And I'm so in love with you" his shaky hand coming up to cup my face into it. I grabbed onto it tightly, my bottom lip quivering. "I'm in l-love" I hiccuped and stuttered through my sobs because looking at him, at Joe, I felt like I really did fall in love with him. "I'm in love with you to Eddie Munson" and as I placed an unscripted kiss to his forehead, a single tear ran down his face and into small hairs at his temple, his eyes glossed over as he looked through me. Eddie taking his final breaths in my arms. Gaten and I crying, our heads down, shoulders bobbing with light chokes until the lights came up and someone yelled "Cut!" a thunderous applause of everyone watching behind the camera, erupting around us.

Joe immeditly sat up, bringing both Gaten and I into a tight hug. The three of us staying there for a long while. Staff starting to move quietly around us, tidying, while letting us get our emotions back together. Gaten was the first to pull away with a small laugh. I let out a shaky breath and smiled, laughing along with him.

"Fuck that was brutal" Joe said spitting out some of the fake blood that was still in his mouth. His voice back to his British accent.

"I think I need a therapy session after that one" I admitted. I forced a smile, my emotions still not fully settled, something in me didn't feel right yet. "You both did fucking amazing, I mean you both always do, but this was just, fuck" I said shaking my head at a loss for words.

"So did you" Gaten said reaching his hand out towards me to help me back up. A little wobbly on my legs from kneeling on them for so long. I could feel the pins and needles radiating in them. "The forehead kiss was cute, I think the fans are gunna eat that shit up" He said.

"Just felt right you know?" I said shrugging. I clapped my hands together. "Alright, time to get this fucking wig off my head before I rip it off with my own hands"

"I'll walk with you" Joe said.

"Sounds good" I replied. "Gaten, I love you, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

"Yes ma'am" He smiled, and we did our signature handshake we came up with. Gaten and Joe shared a hug and a few words before Joe and I began our walk to the hair and makeup trailer.

The walk was quiet for most of it. Just the sound of our shoes against the pavement. I took a deep breath, still trying to calm myself down.

"You alright?" Joe asked bumping his shoulder into mine.

"I don't know actually" I said honestly, glancing at him slightly. "I still like" I looked into my hands trying to find the words. "I still feel it?" I said, but it came out more like a question. Joe nodded.

"This is your first big acting thing right?"

"First acting thing ever" I corrected.

"Fuck, and you got Stranger Things?" he chuckled. "That's actually pretty impressive"

"Thank you? I think?" we shared a laugh before reaching the trailer. Joe opened the door letting me go in first and I skipped up the stairs quickly and plopped myself down into one of the chairs. Sarah quickly getting to work on Joe and Tara starting on me. "Heard you did amazing out there" Tara said while removing bobby pins, tap, glue, anything that kept that bright red wig stuck to me. "It was very emotional" I said forcing a laugh. I saw Joe look at me for a moment, out of the corner of my eye. I didn't turn to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. I didn't want to think about the fact that I might truly be in love with him. Someone I knew well, but not well enough. My first acting job ever, and I'm already crushing on a costar. I didn't want people to think I was 'that girl' but Joe made it almost impossible. He was so smart, and caring, quick witted, and just so lovely overall.

Pretending to be more focused on my phone than I really was, I scrolled through twitter, reading what some of the fans had been saying about the show so far. It was fun reading all their theories, knowing they had absolutely not a single clue about what was going to happen. Putting my phone back down on the table in front of me I stared at myself in the mirror as Tara peeled the wig off of me, and then the tight mesh cap that kept my hair smooth and in place underneath everything. I almost had to stifle a moan from how it good to have it off my head. A handful of another round of bobby pins later my hair was free. Tara fluffed it lightly, giving my scalp a light scratch and my head dropped forward as I reviled in the feeling. I swear I almost drooled onto myself after lifting my head back up once she stopped. She laughed at my slightly blissed out expression. "Thank you" I said smiling at her, reaching behind me in a stretch but also to hug her slightly without leaving the chair. "Makeup wipes are here as you know, and then baby wipes just incase you want to clean yourself up a bit before going home if you're not going to shower here" "You're a life saver" I said to her smiling.

After she left, I just sat there for a moment thinking back on the performance I just gave. I hoped I did the character justice, and I hoped people would like my character as much as I did.

That tight feeling in my chest was still present, and I wasn't sure how I was going to get rid of it. I closed my eyes, and while focusing on my breathing I repeated the mantra 'In through the nose out through the mouth'. But it didn't help, in fact it felt like it made it worse, like I still wasn't getting enough air. I furrowed my brows looking at myself in the mirror again. I hadn't noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks, or when Joe whispered to Sarah asking if he and I could have a minute alone. Reaching for the armrest of my chair is spun me until I was facing him. His wig was now off and only Joes eyes looked back at me. Eyes that were filled with concern. "You're okay" He reassured and it broke the dam that was keeping those heavy emotions trapped behind it. His arms resting lightly on my shoulders he squeezed, pulling at me gently until his arms were wrapped around me. I clutched onto him, balling the hellfire shirt he still wore into my fists. Shoving my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. I sobbed into him, loud, and wet cries, that most definitely were dampening his shirt that my face was pressed into.

"You're okay" He repeated, one hand smoothing up and down my back. After a few moments his hands slid down my back until they rested on my waist. "Hey look at me" He whispered. "I just- I can't yet, just let me hold you for a little bit longer" I said quietly, and he let me. After a few more minutes I hesitated before pulling back from him, still holding onto his shoulders tightly. A small smile spread across his face and with one hand he brushed away a few stray tears away with this thumb. "Wanna talk about it?"

I took a deep shaky breath. "It just felt... Real" I said searching his eyes before continuing. "And I know it wasn't, but I don't think my body caught up with that part, I think it truly felt heartbroken, and I really did love Eddie, even as me you know" I sniffled. "But knowing it was you, it felt like it was you, and I felt like I had lost you" I admitted, glancing down unable to look at him again. His hand still resting on my cheek he moved it until his pointer finger was under my chin, tilting my head up encouraging me to look at him.

"You didn't lose me alright? M'right here, and I'm not going anywhere"

I smiled, fresh tears welling up in my eyes.

"C'mon, no more tears" He said wiping them away before they could fall any further down my face. I smiled, laughing at his quick hands. Finally letting go of one his shoulders, I grabbed his hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. Bringing our hands up to my lips, and pressed a light kiss on the back of his hand. I blushed when I realized what I had just done, and tried to remove my hand from his but he held it tighter. "Do you think you'd date Eddie if he was real?" Joe asked abruptly.

"Uhh, I don't know, I think so? I liked that he was just truly himself all the time and didn't give a fuck about what people thought, something I wish I could have done when I was in high school, except I graduated on my first try" I teased. "Do you think you'd date June if she was real?" I said tilting my head. He leaned back a little and thought for a moment, his tongue coming out in a point over his top lip. "Yeah I think so, but only because she's so much like you already, and since I already like you, it makes sense"

I furrowed my brows. "Wait, what are you implying Joe?" I asked. Heart beating so rapidly in my chest I was sure he could hear it.

"Implying? I'm not implying anything, m'saying I like you" he shrugged, and he looked at me with a cocky smile.

"Like, you like me, like ‘hey there's (Y/N) I like that girl’ Or are you saying you like like me?"

"'Like like'? What are we twelve years old?" He laughed. "I like you (Y/N), as in I would like to ask you on a date, and maybe kiss you on the lips, as me Joe, not Eddie"

My breath hitched. "Unless you say like one more time though, then I might have to reconsider"

I laughed and pushed his shoulders. "I'd love to go on a date with you Joe" I said blushing and biting the inside of my cheek as I hesitated before asking. "Are you okay with us being costars? I just, I don't want people thinking anything bad of you"

"I don't really care what someone else thinks, not like I even look at my own social accounts anyway" he said smirking.

"As long as you're okay with it, I would really like to go on a date with you, I would have asked you sooner but I was too nervous" I said in a rush. "Um but Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Do I have to wait for that kiss?" I asked coyly

"Nah, I wouldn't make you wait that long" he said leaning forward, my face in his hands, our foreheads touching. We were both still in costume. Covered in fake dirt, and blood, my hair was greasy, and I without a doubt smelt like sweat. But still, he pulled me to him closely our noses brushing lightly against one another, until his lips, very gently, pressed themselves into mine.

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Octavian’s Death: Analysis Pt 1

Earlier tonight I pulled out my copies of the Heroes of Olympus because I wanted to write some Octavian analysis posts, and I’ve been rereading some of his scenes from The Blood of Olympus. I reached his death scene, and I just wanted to hop on here and talk about it for a second.

Firstly, this scene honestly breaks my heart. Was Octavian misguided? Sure. Were some of his actions definitely questionable? Yes. But did he deserve to die like that? No, absolutely not.

Up until this point in the series, Nico had always been one of my favorites as a younger reader. But even when I was a kid and I disliked Octavian (solely because the narration tells us that we as readers should dislike him, and I was too young to really think of it any deeper than that), I still couldn’t believe the fact that Nico wouldn’t allow Will to attempt to save Octavian. “Some deaths cannot be prevented” is the excuse that Nico gives us as to why he doesn’t attempt to save Octavian. To me, it just feels like Nico is trying to justify this action to himself. We know that he dislikes Octavian and even considers assassinating him via shadow travel a few pages prior, and just before the battle itself Nico once again considers murdering Octavian in front of the First Cohort. Immediately after Octavian launches the onager, we’re told this:

“Nico could have even lived with Octavian’s end. He might have even said good riddance. But his heart sank as the comet kept gaining altitude. It disappeared into the storm clouds, and the sky exploded in a dome of fire.”

- Blood of Olympus, page 470

Despite the fact that Nico’s “heart sank”, it still feels to me as if he only half cares. Even with his feelings of guilt, at least part of himself still wants to say “good riddance.”

Octavian, whatever his faults may have been, did not deserve that end.

Something that struck me on my rereading of this scene is the fact that Michael Kahale just doesn’t seem to care at all. Now, we are told that Michael had been previously knocked unconscious by Tyson, and “he had a large red knot on his forehead.” It’s reasonable to assume that he probably also had a concussion, or at least some sort of mild head trauma. One of the main symptoms of a concussion is a loss of consciousness after a blow to the head, as well as a loss of coordination and confusion. Rick tells us this:

“He stumbled as he walked. But somehow he had found his way here from the shore, and along the way, he’d picked up a sword and shield.”

- Blood of Olympus, page 468

So far, Michael exhibits 2 “warning signs” of a concussion.

At first glance, it seems like this scene is simply showing a blatant betrayal of Octavian by Michael, but I do wonder if there is something more under the surface.

Michael takes in the scene of Octavian with his robes tangled in the onager’s trigger rope, he looks to the sky and sees Festus, and he scowls at Nico. He asks Octavian twice if he is certain about firing the onager and killing the Greeks, and then he tells Octavian to do as he must.

In a way, it definitely reads like a betrayal scene. And on the surface, that’s exactly what it is, but if Michael did have a severe concussion, it could explain why he seemingly failed to register the severity of the situation. He shows no reaction to the smoke rising from Octavian’s jewelry, and he doesn’t seem to react to the toga wrapped around the tripper rope either. Remember, we’re seeing this through Nico’s POV. Nico tells us that Michael “took in the scene”, but we don’t actually know how much of it he actually processed or truly understood, especially after such a hard blow and a loss of consciousness.

It’s hard for me to decide if Michael knowingly allowed Octavian to die. On one hand, it feels like an obvious and blatant betrayal, but on the other hand, I do wonder if Michael was even fully aware of the situation at hand.

It’s a tough thing to call, and I think a lot of it comes down to what you personally believe. I just found the concussion possibility interesting, because from a medical standpoint it’s very likely that Michael did suffer some form of head trauma from Tyson’s blow, and it could explain his actions during this scene, at least in part.

Another thing that struck me during my rereading was the fact that it almost looks like Octavian knows that he is going to die. Mainly, his final words to Michael:

“A good friend to the last.”

That isn’t something that you just say out of the blue. Yes, both Octavian and Michael are on a battlefield in the midst of a battle as this line is spoken, and yet neither of them (at least as far as Octavian is seemingly aware of) are in imminent danger. So why then would you claim that someone is a “friend to the last?”

Furthermore, Octavian reiterates throughout The Blood of Olympus that he will be remembered as the savior of Rome or of the Romans. This is also one of the final things that he says.

Octavian seems thoroughly adamant that he will be remembered as a hero and a savior.

I could write a lot more about this (and I will very soon!!), but for tonight I’ll leave you all with this:

I believe that Octavian knew full well that he was going to die, and I believe that he knew that he was tangled in the onager, either through prophecies or through a quick observation that Nico missed.

#octavian pjo #octavian hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #the blood of olympus #michael kahale #nico di angelo

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Fannish Fest February, day 1: My First Fandom

Prompt from @thepromptfoundry

I really have two first fandoms, that I initially got into right around the same time, and I don’t think it’s worth digging into the calendar month by month to confirm which preceded the other.

One was Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats. My local PBS station ran every filmed version available of a bunch of ALW musicals one day, and I liked Joseph, wasn’t really into Jesus Christ Superstar, but Cats just tickled my little child brain something special.

I learned the whole show, front to back, including a fair bit of the choreography. I didn’t write it down because I couldn’t really write at the time, but I was making up fic—not that I knew to call it that.

I still love the show with my whole heart, have been in a production, it’ll always be dear to me, but I was obsessed as a kid.

The other was Harry Potter.

My mom started reading the series first, cuz she was unwell and couldn’t do a lot more than read. Then, she read the first two books to me.

Then we started getting me the audiobooks read by Jim Dale, and I really ought to find a fan mail address for him and send a thank you letter because that man taught me how to read.

I’m dyslexic and learning to read was a struggle for me, but long before I was diagnosed I learned to read by reading along over and over to the first few Harry Potter books. And, come to think of it, I’m not sure but I think my mom’s original copies must have been British editions because I picked up some British terminology and spellings that I’m pretty sure the original American releases localized.

As the series went on, I grew up with it, and was introduced to the concept of fannish community through it. My first written fanfic and my first published fanfic were for HP—that first published one is no longer up, and thinking back on it I cringe, but there’s also a fondness there for my unabashed unashamed enthusiasm and the real fun I had with that obvious self insert OC.

I learned media analysis and began honing my own story instincts, sitting down with my mom with those fan theory and prediction books that used to come out between HP book releases. We’d talk through the theories in those books, discuss their merits, how likely we thought they were based on the narrative trajectory so far. There’s a few things I called years before they were revealed, and in a couple cases, before me or my mom had seen anyone else in the fandom speculate about them.

That process, starting from when I was quite young, undoubtedly contributed to molding my brain into the story machine it is now and pointed me to my career and my calling as a writer.

I went from younger than the main cast, to their age, to older than them. Now I’m closer in age to Remus and Sirius. And, not entirely unlike them, I’ve had this dear part of my growing up cut off and the associations with it tainted by a betrayal from someone I respected and trusted.

That may sound overdramatic, and yeah yeah “it’s just a book,” but the sense of betrayal and loss is real.

There’s a line that I wrote in a fic a while back, where Remus is talking about finding a happy memory to cast a patronus, and the fact that all the memories he has for that are painful now, they’re bittersweet at best, because of the loss and betrayal that have come since. But regardless of all of that, they will always have been happy moments when he lived them, and that’s what he has to remember.

That’s kinda how I feel about the Harry Potter fandom now. It will always have been what it was to me, and no one can take that away.

#eiiri has thoughts #fannish fest February #cats musical #harry potter #fuck jkr #I didn’t expect to cry while typing this

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Agent Kennedy, Part 7

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place during Chris' second chapter in re6

Warnings: Violence

Part 6 > Agent Kennedy, Part 6

I've said this already a lot but this is a slow burn part. Again, you don't have to read into these 100% but I'd appreciate if you at least looked at them for future reference

Alpha Team was clearing the area in front of the City Hall. It was quiet, which was incredibly alarming.

"Sherry Birkin - National Security!" A woman's voice called out. Sherry was walking through the street showing her badge to the soldiers.

Chris walked up to her. "Sherry Birkin? You were in Raccoon City."

You looked at Piers in question and he shrugged his shoulders. You looked back at Sherry, who also seemed confused.

"How do you know that?" Sherry asked, putting her badge away.

"Claire." Chris responded, obviously having to make things more difficult than they are.

You remembered Claire mentioning a little girl named Sherry but never got her last name. You didn't think the two were connected at first but now it makes sense.

"Wait... Are you Chris?" Sherry asked, clearly knowing about the older Redfield.

"My sister's told me all about you." Chris said, smiling a little.

"Chris, that man is a wanted insurgent." Piers said, glaring at the man behind Sherry who was leaning against a disserted vehicle.

Sherry glanced back before slightly placing her hands in front of her. "Yes, he's a mercenary. But right now he's under the protection of the U.S. government. He's no threat to the BSAA." Sherry defended, it seemed she had this little speech prepared.

"Unless someone pays me to be." The man muttered but was loud enough for people to hear.

"What did you just say?" Piers threatened, trying to get up in the man's face if you hadn't held him back.

The man didn't say anything, he just turned to look at you three. Chris was staring at him with a funny look, a look that said he knew him in some way.

"What?" The man asked, clearly noticing the look as well.

"Nothing." Chris responded, but something was clearly up.

You were about to pull Chris aside and ask but HQ interrupted your train of thought.

"HQ to Alpha Team. Reinforcements are unable to land due to anti-aircraft artillery. Take 'em out!" The man said, his timing was pretty perfect since after he finished his sentence, the sound of aircrafts and firearms were heard.

"Alpha Team, copy." Chris responded, seeing where a lot of the guns were.

"What the--?! We're picking up a large bogey on radar. It's heading right for you!" HQ reported, causing your blood to run cold.

'Not one of these guys again.' You thought as you glanced at Piers, who looked like he was thinking the same thing.

An aircraft from the J'avo came into view, carrying one of those yeti monsters with it.

"We'll talk later. Right now, you need to find cover." Chris said to Sherry, but she clearly wasn't gonna listen.

The B.O.W. landed and roared before chasing you, Chris, and Piers. Sherry and the man followed you. Echo Team's captain had contacted Chris about the anti-aircraft guns and said that they'd be able to land if we got rid of them.

"Chris! We'll give you a hand!" Sherry said, catching up to Chris a little.

"Out of the question! You need to get to safety!" Chris said, not willing to hear her out.

"Don't worry about me. I can handle myself, and you need the help!" Sherry replied, Claire definitely had some sort of impression on Sherry when she was younger.

"Christ... My chances of survival were higher when I was a soldier of fortune." The man muttered, you weren't gonna question him but could definitely understand his thought process at the moment.

Finn had found one of the guns and set charges on it while the five of you fought off any J'avos that tried to get in the way. After Finn left to go to the other gun, you five stayed behind to kill the B.O.W.

It didn't take long once Chris and Piers realized that what you did before actually takes away its life faster than just shooting it. It started to slowly become a cycle, Sherry and the man would get it to collapse a little, one of you three would jump on its hand and attack its weak spot. Eventually, it died and all of you moved on to find Finn.

Find the next gun wasn't difficult and it was just starting to look like things were going okay. The J'avos could only attack from one place, Chris and Piers took care of most of them. They kinda left you, Sherry and the man to just stand there and make sure no one came up from the stairs. The gun was destroyed and you all were about to move on, until...

"There's another giant B.O.W. closing in on your location!" Echo warned you through your ear piece.

You turned around and saw the B.O.W. climb over a building to get to you guys.

"It's the one we lost at the Two of Hearts!" Piers said, you questioned how he was able to tell the difference between B.O.W.s that looked basically the same.

"Alpha! Prepare to engage!" Chris ordered through the ear piece.

Chris glanced at all of you guys, silently telling you that you were gonna fight it. When all of you nodded, you bolted out of the building and into another, repeating the cycle you did with the other one. Once it was dead, you went back to the building prior to meet up with Finn.

"Everyone into that underground passage!" Finn called out, seeing as other soldiers were following now as well.

The passage was filled with J'avos but they were pretty easy to take out. Thankfully, no more B.O.W.s came back and Finn was able to destroy the final gun.

"Good work out there, Alpha! Echo Team will be landing shortly." Echo said, you could hear some of the aircrafts coming back.

#gay #leon kennedy x reader #male reader #chris redfield #piers nivans #sherry birkin #jake muller #resident evil

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Calico: Chapter 2

Story Summary: Now that he is a successful business owner and financially stable, Yoongi felt it was finally time to welcome a hybrid into his home. What he didn’t expect, was a chance meeting with the young calico that would steal his heart.

Chapter Summary: Mika finally gets to go home

Pairing: CEO Yoongi x Calico hybrid OC.

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Images used in header are not mine. All written work is 100% my own, editors and beta readers will be credited as needed. Do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other sites without my permission.

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Calico Masterlist

Perhaps Yoongi was a bit more excited about this than he should have been. Hoseok had been giving him constant updates on the process and so far everything had been going well. As the week progressed, he had been more excited about the idea of bringing his new hybrid home. Taehyung and Jimin had also taken him shopping after work so that he would have everything ready when he went to pick up Mika. It was just the basics at first though, since he wanted to take her shopping herself so that she could choose out what she wanted. Though, having Jimin was helpful since he knew what cat hybrids liked/needed, being one himself. Simple things like bedding and blankets, a few standard toys, basic hygiene and dietary needs, and a basic collar she could wear for the time being until she got used to her new home. He wanted to give her time to adjust, but unfortunately, despite hybrids being protected by law, it was very risky for a hybrid to be out in public without a collar. Especially with all of the illegal breeders and traffickers that were still active in the city. Once she got used to her new home, Yoongi would take her out for clothes, more toys, a proper collar, and anything else she needed and/or wanted. Mika hadn’t even come home yet and he already knew that he would be spoiling her to death.

It was the following Saturday when Yoongi finally got the long awaited call from Hoseok. Despite his overly stressful work week, he thankfully had the weekends off and was planning to just have a day to himself. Simply relaxing and just enjoying the time away from work. It wasn’t uncommon for him to bring work home with him when things got particularly hectic, but things were going pretty smooth at that point so there was little reason to. He didn’t want to purposefully overwork himself when it was something he could get done when he went back on Monday. It was still early, not even eight o’clock yet, but he had always been one to rise a bit earlier, worried that sleeping in on weekends would destroy his work schedule. He still loved his sleep, and would often take naps during his free moments, but he still wanted to stick to a schedule. Yoongi was just resting on the couch, scrolling through various movies and shows while looking for something to watch when his phone went off. At first, he wasn’t going to answer it, but, after the third call in a row he groaned and reluctantly picked up the phone with a tired “Hello?”

“You sound tired Yoongi, did I wake you?” Hoseok’s teasing voice asked from the other end. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the younger’s energy, but he sat up more anyways so that he could talk with him properly.

“No I’ve been up,” he replied with a soft sigh, “what did you need?”

“I know it’s a bit early but I figured this couldn’t wait. We just got her final paperwork and records and everything seems to check out. If you want to come down to the shelter then you would be able to take her home by this afternoon.” Yoongi perked up a lot more when he heard this, unable to contain his excitement. This was the day he had been waiting for since he went to the shelter and now it was finally here! It seemed he forgot to reply in his excitement, since after a moment he heard Hoseok ask, “Hyung, you there?”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” was all Yoongi said before hanging up. He quickly rushed to get changed into something a bit more presentable, not as fancy as the suits he wore all week, but he didn’t want to be seen as a slob in public either. He still had an image to uphold even when not on the clock. Settling on a simple button down and jeans, he quickly checked himself in the mirror and brushed a hand through his bleached hair before grabbing his things and leaving his house. Thankfully, Hoseok’s shelter wasn’t too far from where he lived so he made it there fairly quickly due to the distance and lack of traffic, a result of it still being fairly early. Hoseok was waiting for him when he walked in, standing by the reception desk with a large smile, folder in hand.

“Wow that was quick,” the younger quipped with a laugh, “come on, we have a few more things to discuss and go over then you’ll be good to go.”

“Everything’s still good, right?” Yoongi asked a bit nervously. He doubted Hoseok would let him get this far without telling him, but he was still new to all of this.

“Of course don’t worry,” Hoseok assured with a pat to the smaller males shoulder. Tucking the folder he was carrying under his arm so he could open his office, he ushered Yoongi inside before taking a seat at his desk. “All we have to do here is go over a few more things and have you fill out the remaining documents to complete the adoption process. Then we’ll have her pack up and you’re free to go home.” Despite Yoongi’s calm exterior, he was still a bit nervous that something would come up. What if there was something in her history he didn’t know about? Or, what if she didn’t want to come home with him? Hoseok immediately took notice of the fact Yoongi looked like he was about to pass out and chuckled softly, “Relax everything will be fine. There’s only a few things I need to inform you of and none of them will hinder the process.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust that,” Yoongi argued, “it’s just that…”

“You’re worried she won’t want to come home with you?” Hoseok questioned. Yoongi didn’t say anything, but the look he gave the other confirmed his suspicions, “I’ve been doing this for years, Hyung. I know the signs. Also, if it makes you feel better, she does want you to adopt her. We always ask the hybrids if they are comfortable with their potential owners before letting them go home together. Mika seemed very excited at the idea of going home with you.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of the elder’s chest when he heard this, letting out a sigh of relief. Had he been in the presence of anyone else, he probably would have been embarrassed of his reaction. This was Hoseok he was talking to though, the man knew him better than he knew himself, and he did this for a living on top of that. Yoongi was sure that he had dealt with reactions of soon to be owners that were way worse than his own. Given that all Hoseok did was chuckle and roll his eyes a bit as he sifted through the documents in front of him. “You spent over an hour cuddling her and you still thought that she would reject you? What happened to the confident CEO of the Min Corporation?” he teased with a soft laugh.

“Are you here to work or just make fun of me?” Yoongi questioned back, not bothering to actually answer the younger’s question. It wasn’t like he was in a rush to leave since he had nothing else to do, but he would rather get on with his day than stay here listening to Hoseok joke around. He was sure that the shelter would get busier later on as well so the younger couldn’t give him all of his attention if he wanted to.

“Come on, lighten up a bit,” Hoseok encouraged, “you’re about to adopt a hybrid, you should be excited!”

“I would be more excited if you got on with the process already.” Of course Yoongi was excited, but what exactly was he supposed to do? Jump around and scream like a toddler? He was much more subtle when it came to showing his emotions, but right now the anticipation and slight annoyance towards his best friend was overshadowing said excitement.

“Alright fine,” Hoseok whined as he slid one of the papers over to Yoongi, which contained the basic information on her health and appearance. He paused for a minute to let his friend look over it before beginning to read from his own, “So, in proper terms, Mika’s cat breed is a shorthair with the calico variation, which means she’s just a house cat. She’s just about to reach her prime years which would make her about 25 or 26 if you want to compare her age to your own. Physically she is healthy and has no underlying health conditions, though I will warn you she is a bit underweight at the moment so you may want to watch what she eats for a bit.” Yoongi’s eyes scanned the information in front of him as Hoseok read off everything, nodding in understanding as they went down the list. He was thankful that there didn’t really seem to be any specific complications that he would have to worry about. Not that any issues would be an immediate deal breaker, but given his profession, it would be a lot harder to manage a hybrid who needed special care or attention.

“Everything here is fine then right?” he asked after a moment, it seemed that was the case but he wanted to make sure he wasn’t overlooking anything important.

“Physically yes,” Hoseok confirmed as he handed Yoongi another document, “however, the main points I feel we need to discuss come personality wise.” Yoongi looked up at him with a confused look, trying to ignore the rapid pounding of his heart. Why the hell was he so anxious about all of this? If Hoseok noticed the slight shaking of his hands, he didn’t mention it as he skimmed through the document for a moment before speaking again, “I don’t think that these will be deal breakers for you, but I do feel that they are worth mentioning.” That calmed Yoongi down a bit but not much, wishing that Hoseok would just get on with whatever he was going to say. As if he had read his Hyung’s mind, Hoseok spoke up again, “As you probably realized when you first met her, she is extremely shy around new people. She also doesn’t seem to like loud noises very much so I would advise waiting a bit before you introduce her to the others.” Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that, knowing how hyper his friends could be. Hoseok chuckled a bit as well before continuing, “She will probably open up a lot more as she gets used to everyone but just take it slow for now. The only other point I feel I need to bring up at the moment is the fact she seems to have separation anxiety. Our records show that she was abandoned by her previous owner so she is very sensitive about being left alone. She will probably start to cling to you a lot and may get upset if you leave her by herself for too long.” Yoongi had to take a moment to process that information, feeling slight anger at her previous owner but also trying to process what clinging to him might mean. Physically, he didn’t mind the affection at all as long as he wasn’t an overly public setting or doing something important. However, given his job, he knew that it was impossible not to leave her alone for long periods of time, now he could see why Hoseok felt the need to bring it up.

“So that means that if I went to work and left her alone…” he trailed off, sighing when he saw Hoseok nod, “well how the hell is that supposed to work out?” Hoseok could see that Yoongi was getting a bit upset by this which made him frown. No one said anything for a moment until Hoseok suddenly got an idea.

“Your office building is hybrid friendly isn’t it?” he asked, trying not to laugh at the glare the older man gave him.

“Obviously, your point?” With new hybrids laws being enacted that gave them more freedom, it was impossible to find a business that didn’t allow hybrids. It was still a bit rare to see one working, but at least they were allowed to go just about anywhere they wanted. Even when they hadn’t, Yoongi’s father always had a soft spot for hybrids, despite never being able to own one himself, so the company has been hybrid friendly since the day he took over the company. Yoongi loved hybrids just as much, so he never even considered changing the policy.

“My point is that you can just take her to work with you!” Hoseok said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “just have a little corner set up where she can relax. I highly doubt that she will cause you any trouble while you’re working.” Yoongi still didn’t seem convinced, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a pretty good idea. It definitely sounded better than going back on the adoption, not when he knew that she was waiting for him. “If you’re that worried, I can just go watch her for a bit while she settles in,” Hoseok offered after another minute, “I’ll just work over there while you get things settled in your office.”

“I just need time to think about it, is all,” Yoongi said, “but the help would be greatly appreciated.” It’s not like he wanted to leave Mika alone while he went to work, he just wasn’t sure if she would be comfortable in that environment. He didn’t even know if she would be completely comfortable living with him yet!

“Of course Hyung,” Hoseok assured with a soft smile as he returned all but one of the papers back to their folder. His smile widened as he grabbed the last few documents that were stapled together and handed them over to Yoongi, “Once you sign these, you will have complete ownership over her and are free to take her home. I will go and tell her to get ready while you do that.” He patted Yoongi’s shoulder as he left but the older didn’t look at him, too busy reading over everything. In his excitement, he honestly couldn’t sign them all fast enough, smiling wide enough to show off his gums once he finished. It was completed, he was finally a hybrid owner, and he couldn’t have been any happier. He took a second to compose himself before standing up, making sure everything was laid neatly on Hoseok’s desk, before exiting the room.

“Yoongi!” a familiar voice called out, and before he had time to react, he was hugged tightly by the small cat girl. Mika had her arms wrapped around his waist and her head nuzzled into his shoulder, inhaling his scent and purring softly. Yoongi chuckled a bit as he wrapped his arms around her as well, petting her head softly with one hand. Now that she was standing up, despite clinging to him, he could see what Hoseok meant about her being slightly underweight. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as small as he originally thought she was, only being a couple of centimetres shorter than him at most. Despite that, he could see that she was still small and light just by looking at her. Not thin enough to be concerning, but definitely enough for it to be noticeable, especially with the oversized shirt that she was currently wearing. He would definitely need to take her shopping for better fitting clothes.

“Hi Mika,” he said softly as he continued to hug her. Hoseok and the rest of the staff were currently looking at the two of them in awe, which would normally make the young male flustered, but right now he didn’t care. All that really mattered was the young cat who was holding onto him as if her life depended on it. Eventually, Mika pulled away enough to look up at him with a smile, tail swaying softly behind her.

“Is it true?” she asked hopefully, “I’m going to be living with you?” If he hadn’t already, Yoongi melted at the sight of her looking up at him like that and nodded. He didn’t think it was possible for someone so innocently cute to exist, but he was glad that he found her.

“That’s right, are you ready to go?” he asked, looking from her to Hoseok for silent confirmation. The only thing that she was carrying with her was a blanket so he was guessing that she probably didn’t have much at the shelter to begin with, but he wanted to be sure.When both of them nodded he smiled softly and carefully let go of Mika in favor of grabbing her hand, “Alright, let’s get you to your new home then.” She happily nodded and grabbed his hand back as they began walking out of the building and to the car, stopping only once so that she could wave goodbye to Hoseok.

Yoongi found that it was quite hard to keep his eyes focused on the road when there was a very curious calico cat in the back seat. It had only been a few minutes and yet Mika had already gone from nuzzling the seat, to staring out the window in awe, to pawing at the air vent curiously. He was kind of thankful they opted to have her sit in the back now since she probably would have tried to press all of the buttons on his center console. Still, every time she moved or made a sound, he was glancing up at her through the mirror. Part of it was just to make sure that she was okay and still comfortable, but at the same time he also found her antics quite amusing. He wasn’t the most informed when it came to hybrids so he wasn’t exactly sure how their brains functioned, but he could see the constant battle between her human and cat side. At the moment, it would appear that the cat side of her brain was winning. Yoongi ended up driving a bit slower than he usually would so that he could focus better on the road which, combined with normal traffic, meant that it took a bit longer to get home than he was used to. Mika’s attention was immediately on the building once the car stopped, looking up at it in wonder. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he opened the door and grabbed her hand so he could lead her inside.

Yoongi didn’t necessarily think that his penthouse was anything special, but it was comfortable. The rooms were decently sized and open, and the view was nice, but he definitely didn’t see it as overly luxurious. Mika seemed to think otherwise. “Woah!” she exclaimed once they stepped inside, “you live here all by yourself?” Yoongi let go of her hand so that she could walk inside and look around, getting herself acquainted with everything. A newfound energy seemed to overtake her as she dashed around the kitchen and living room a few times before returning back to a very amused Yoongi. He was guessing that she was just excited about being in a new place, but watching her bounce a bit while she looked at him was quite entertaining he would have to admit.

“Not anymore,” he replied with a chuckle, “now you live here too!” He walked over to her and patted her head softly, “Come on, let me show you your room and then I will let you explore.” Mika watched for a moment as he began walking down one of the halls before eagerly following, having to jog a bit to keep up. Yoongi waited for a moment to make sure that she was with him before opening the door to what was originally the guest room. It was fairly plain at the moment, only containing a bed and dresser, as well as the few blankets and toys he had gotten for her. As she got comfortable though, he would begin adding in more furniture and other things she wanted so that she could customize the room however she wanted. “This will be your room,” he said, “tomorrow we can go shopping so that you can decorate it, and let me know if there’s anything you ever want to add.” Mika didn’t move at first, instead looking up at him with an expression he didn’t quite recognize.

“All of this is mine?” she asked in disbelief, shocking Yoongi for a moment. Hoesok didn’t really tell him much, or really anything, about her previous owner so he wasn’t too sure what Mika was used to. Though he was guessing she likely didn’t get too many luxuries by the way she was acting, which probably made sense if they weren’t as well off financially as Yoongi is. Instead of questioning it, he gave her a smile and nodded to reassure her.

“Yes, everything here is all yours, trust me.” That seemed to be enough for Mika as she walked past him and into the room, glancing around for a moment before climbing on the bed. Yoongi silently watched as she pressed on the mattress a bit before laying down and rolling around on it, soft purring echoing through the room as she did so. It took the male a second to realize what she was doing before it dawned on him. Cats tended to rub against things to scent and claim them as their own, so it would make sense that a cat hybrid would do the same. As if proving him to be correct, Mika sat up for a moment before grabbing one of the blankets and proceeding to do the same thing. Yoongi put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing as he watched for another minute before deciding it may be best to leave her alone. At least, by doing this it meant that she seemed to be getting comfortable in her new home already, which made him extremely happy. Moving as quietly as possible, he carefully closed the door to her room and walked back to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he listened for a second to make sure Mika was still in her room before turning on the television and finding something to watch. Another smile found its way onto his face as it slowly began to dawn on him that he now owned a hybrid, fulfilling the wish he had ever since he was a kid, and he couldn’t be more excited.

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ezlebe · 1 year

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Day 5 - Weekend/Day Off

“I don’t know why like you’re so worked up about it?” Greg says, setting the bowl of fruit on the little cabana table. “It’s not, uh – not a big deal, we probably won’t see a lot of him? The resort is like pretty big.”

Tom has his phone in his hand, fingers moving across the screen. It doesn’t look like a text app, when Greg peeks, but emails, which is some kind of ridiculous, because it means Tom is like fidget-checking for work. “Because it is important to me, Greg –”

“But uh, is… Is it important, you know?” Greg asks, turning to sit on the big swing that’s more like a whole daybed. “Like, in the scheme of it all, or are you just being… sort of petty?”

“Petty?” Tom repeats, throwing out his hands in genuine askance. He brings them back in to tap at flat of his chest, unintentionally emphasizing the open shirt down to his shorts, which is a nice view, if Greg like turns his ears off. “I think you’re not taking this seriously, And you need to re-evaluate your loyalties here, bud, because they’re veering into the ditch.”

“I just think, um –” Greg sighs, kicking the swing to start making it move underneath him. He wonders if he could get one of these maybe for the apartment. “If you took a step back? You might realize like that this shouldn’t be considered in this sort of proportion?”

“Fuck you,” Tom snaps, voice pitching, and it’s unclear if he’s playing into a joke on purpose or entirely on accident. “It’s the principle of the thing – you just don’t care because you lost the coin toss.”

“That’s not like true,” Greg says, feeling his mouth twist to the side. He had mostly chosen somewhere because Tom had wanted him to, not because he thought French beaches sucked compared to Spanish ones. “I didn’t even care that much, you know, I like both places? I was having a good time.”

Tom tightens his jaw, mouth flattening, and finally looks somewhat abashed for getting so mad about basically nothing.

“Just, like –” Greg says, picking out a half of a pear from his plate. He should have asked for honey, too, but he can do that tomorrow. “I don’t know, don’t let him win?”

“He’s not trying to win, Greg,” Tom hisses, throwing out his empty hand in the direction of the other cabana. “The asshole thinks that was normal fucking behavior.”

“I like meant…” Greg rolls his eyes, mouth pinching as he leans into the rail of the daybed. “You know, letting him occupy your headspace?”

“Did you hear him? He thought it was funny to say we had the ‘same taste in company’,” Tom says, rounding out the words in a mocking lilt, as his expression twists into a more serious snarl. “He’s here with a goddamn escort, Greg.”

Greg raises his brows, glancing over to where Laird is with… a lady, for sure, but he’s historically not been great at identifying those among him being explicitly paid for company. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Tom says, eyes rolling, relaxing against the post at his back, so he must think he’s won the argument. He has a little bit, since Laird apparently like said Tom has to pay Greg to stick around, rather than he just is sleeping with someone younger, which is… pretty mean. “If you were like that with me 25/8 I’d get suspicious.”

“Oh,” Greg intones, peeking back again, seeing how the way the woman is looking up at Laird, leaning into him, clingy and giggly with a now-noticeably performative edge. He looks back at Tom, who’s frowning at whatever is on his phone, and slumps a little more in the swing, so he’s even lower, and presses his mouth in a pout while he reaches out and snags at the edge of Tom’s shirt.

Tom glances over with a slight furrow of his brow, then his eyes sweep to really look, as he snorts through his nose. “Gregory, it was not a challenge,” he says, visibly biting at the curving edge of his mouth. “You dirty chameleon.”

Greg knows he’s not very practiced at like real flirting, and is mostly best at the sort that seems to attract, specifically, Tom-type people, but he’s good enough at copying anyone that he’s watching in real time. He catches from the corner of his eye as the woman slides her hand up across Laird, so does the same, settling his palm on warm skin between the lapels of the open shirt across Tom’s chest, and realizes… Actually, he really wants Tom in the big swing with him. The woman probably doesn’t want that with Laird, but he can change the character a little – it’s just for Tom.

Tom waves his phone around with a prim upturn of his nose. “I don’t want to be treated like a John – ”

Greg yanks on Tom’s chest hair what a tightening of his fingers.

“Shit,” Tom yelps, jerking forward, teetering on the foot where he’s put most of his weight in the sand.

Greg uses the loss of balance to pull Tom in, onto the daybed, then digs his face into Tom’s hip. He smells like the ocean.

“Use your words,” Tom snaps, as if he’s one to throw stones. His hand falls against Greg’s head to scratch at his hair. “You’re such a brat.”

#tomgreg #tomgregweek #technically it's like a week off

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thessalian · 11 months

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Thess vs Controllers

Dear game developers:

I would like to flag up with the increasingly problematic issue of PC ports. Or rather, you being somewhat shit at them.

Now, please understand. I am not giving console players shit here. I think that “console gamer vs PC gamer” bullshit is ... well, just that; bullshit. People have ways they prefer to play. It’s just that a lot of people who play video games (or at least those of them who make playing video games a shorthand for their personality) have taken so much shit that they need to feel superior somewhere, and that’s the hill they’ve chosen to die on. Now, I don’t like that part of it very much, for one simple reason:

I CANNOT USE A CONSOLE.

Now, part of this is about money. I mean, given the economic mess we’re living in, fair enough. I have a perfectly good PC; why should I spend that much money on another method of playing games? Especially ones that won’t let me have chat from friends or an episode of something on the second monitor. I love my Gilmore, as I loved Morrigan, Leandra, Frankenbox, all the way down to Crudpuppy twenty or so years ago. Why would I want or need anything else?

Thing is ... it’s not just about money. If it was, I would have worked around it, because I really want to play Horizon: Forbidden West and Guerilla is notoriously slow at PC ports for those games. Still, if it means as good a PC port as Horizon: Zero Dawn was, I’ll happily wait. Because that’s the other reason why I cannot use a console instead of will not:

I. AM. FUCKING. DISABLED.

Console controllers are heavier than they were when I was younger. Rumble packs and so many buttons and thumb-sticks and I don’t even know half the time. They are heavy, and they require a certain two-hand grip to hold. Because I have fibromyalgia, I cannot maintain that two-handed grip for long, especially when I am having to hold something that weighs much of anything. I’d probably struggle with the old lightweight NES controllers that came with my first and only console (yes, I am that old). The new ones? Not a chance in hell.

You know what this also means? It means that, if you throw out a PC port and say you ‘recommend’ using a controller because you haven’t really bothered working out a K&M configuration that works to any great degree, I cannot play it. Because it’s not the console itself; it’s that I physically cannot use the controller.

Do you know how many games I picked up the demos to and had to uninstall without touching because they recommended a controller and I tried to use keyboard and mouse anyway and it was a fucking nightmare? I own a copy of CODE VEIN thanks to my bestie and I can’t play it because BANDAI NAMCO fucked up the PC port to the point where no matter what you do with your keybinds, you need to use right-shift for one particular element of combat. Which is ridiculous because the whole point of console gaming that combat-heavy is left hand on keyboard (mostly for WASD) and right hand for mouse, and how the fuck are you supposed to take your hands off either of those to press right-shift mid-combat? Left hand? Even if it didn’t take your hands of the movement keys in the middle of combat, it’s not just right-shift you’re pressing; it’s right-shift plus a thing on the left side of the keyboard. Right hand? It’s left mouse key to attack; taking your hands off the mouse mid combat is just as bad as the alternative.

I know some games are built for controllers. I mean, I don’t like it, but if you want to lose the PC market, that’s your business. I can respect a company saying, “We tried a PC port for this but could not get it right so it’s console only”. (It’s better than being trapped in console exclusivity by Sony or Microsoft wanting money, anyway.) However, what I do not have any time for are games that throw half-assed PC ports at people and go, “Well, it’s fine if you use a controller”. Some of us can’t. So ignoring the K&M option on your PC port is garbage.

Please do better, or stop teasing people like me and then torturing us with a janky, unintuitive nonsense of a PC port where the keyboard and mouse are concerned. Or at least think for five seconds before you hard-lock an entirely unintuitive keybind.

Regards,

A disabled PC gamer who just had to uninstall the Lost In Play demo because fuck that noise, frankly

#Thess plays video games

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yuhi-san · 2 months

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I used to have 658 Manga. I started collecting when I was very young, at a time and in a place where it was harder to find them online, let alone in german (back when I didn’t speak english). so what else was there to do but buy them? I also loved having the copies! But, it was expensive, already like 25 years ago. Prices have more than doubled. Not to mention, back then most had to be ordered on demand because it was a very, very niche thing even in bigger cities.

The point is, I had 658 manga, that is a lot of money and also some space they take up.

Had a special shelf made that took up an entire wall. I loved them. I moves out from home and into an apartment with a friend. I was in my early twenties and below us was a family with three girls. They weren’t quite poor but they also didn’t have much spending money for fun stuff. The oldest girl was 14, I think, and I was talking to her mum once outside when she came begging to get money for the new volume of some series (I can’t remember which one, it was an ongoing one that I knew of but didn’t read). She promised to clean the bathroom, vacuum the house, everything.

I remember saying, “oh, you like manga? So do i!”

The girl was so excited. I mean this stuff was more common overall these days but still more niche in a backwater place like the one I lived at that time. I was like the first person she met that didn’t just loosely watched the shows and was aware what manga were but was really into it, too. I told her if her mum was okay with it, she could come see my collection and pick any she would like to read.

Her mum was a little reluctant. The younger ones would maybe want to look at them too, she was worried they might get signs of usage and so on. I said as long as they don’t split the back, that’s fine. They aren’t collectibles. Like 6 different elementary schoolers went through the dragon ball ones back in the day. Yes, treat your books with care but at the same time, they are made to be read.

Girl was over the moon when she saw my collection. At first she would just ask to borrow new ones when she happened to see me come home from work but later she was less hesitant and came knocking on occasion.

We moved to a different place like two years later. My room would be a lot smaller. So, so many of the manga I have read once and left in the shelf ever since. I put the nostalgia one and the ones I liked a lot into boxes.

The ones I only ever read once into another. I told the girl later she could pick any she wanted and keep them. She could also keep the shelf because I knew hers was cramped and overflowing ( mine was big, actual wood and designed in depth and all to perfectly maximize the space for manga.) and I would no longer need such a big one, let alone have the space.

She was absolutely losing it. Shrieking and jumping and going, really, really? All over again.

I was so excited that she was so excited.

Her mum came to me and asked me at least 5 times if I was sure. Its so much money!

The truth is, second hand manga, even in top condition, don’t sell super well. I did sell some, but couldn’t and also didn’t want to keep the others in boxes until they did sell.

I said, “yeah, sure. I haven’t read them in years. What’s the point in keeping them like decorations in my shelf or in boxes? It just makes me happy that they can make someone else excited the way they excited me.”

(I randomly found her on Pinterest almost 10 years later, she is still super into anime and manga and still has the shelf)

I have a bit of a problem of letting things go because, what if I want to use it later? So I still had like 400 when I moved the second time. My cousin was over to pick something up and saw my collection. Mentioned her neighbor kid was really into it, too. (they didn’t have much money, bad family situation all around, she just moved to live with the grandparents). I sorted my manga out again, put them in a box, got into contact with the girls grandparents. Explained the situation and learned her 13. birthday was coming up. the weekend after her birthday, I showed up with a giant box, told her who I was and that she could have whatever she wanted from the box.

Just like the other girl, she was so, so happy. I loved it.

Could I have made some money back if I sold them? Sure. But it’s a hassle. And see, if I had met someone like me when I was their ages, that would have been such an amazing thing. I like to share the thing that made me happy.

Now, I bought the trigun and maximum manga. They don’t fit into my perfectly filled, current shelf anymore.

The manga now have been there for years. I love them. Re read some of them. But there is still a bunch that is good but… not enough to have re read them in like the past 10 years.

So what do I do? Keep them? So I have physical copies still if I ever want to re visit them?

For a whole while the talk about getting physical copies of stuff has been going on, especially with what is going on with streaming. I get it, though there is more to it than just ‘unlike with streaming they cant take it away and you actually owe it’ (mostly its money and space but also the ability to check it out before having to invest too much).

The point is, trigun had me actually wanting to own physical copies of something again. And with the rooster teeth situation going on I am glad to know I have all available dvd and Blu-ray from rvb and rwby.

Then again, they sit on my shelf, just in case, looking pretty.

I decided to cut down again. Keep the best and the nostalgia one (I don’t think I will ever reread dragonball or even inu Yasha but that’s the nostalgia. Fma will stay. Durarara, d.n.angle… bunch of shorter series that are mindblowing like blood+ or another).

I don’t know any kids big on manga personally right now, so lets go to the library nearby (that also offers manga drawing courses) and see what they want.

Yes, owing physical copies is important. But if they stay on my shelf untouched for years on end, I think they serve a better purpose with someone what gets to actively enjoy them.

#manga #just me going on about stuff #i currently have nothing to play the dvd but i will keep those of corse #with how many times i have rewatched rvb lol #trigun is a special kind of brainrot

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shootingstarpilot · 1 year

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Shoulder the Sky AU

So. A commenter on HtBHH mentioned a while back "oh, man, what if there were other clones in the compound and that's why Obi-Wan thought he sensed them" and while that wasn't how I was intending it, I cannot get the thought out of my head.

IDK how it happens, some sort of similar "they think he's dead" thing in a battle a week after they get sent back out and Dooku thinks taking one of Obi-Wan's troopers would be a better way to get him to cooperate or not fight back, or something, unimportant, basic premise is "he will remain unharmed as long as you don't fight back" because we all know THAT'S THE WAY TO BREAK OBI-WAN THAT IS WHAT WILL MAKE HIM NOT FIGHT BACK.

and idk how but somehow they can see what's happening anyways through some sort of video feed or something and I have not been able to stop imagining- what if it was Helix? I've just got this one very vivid scene in my head of Helix screaming Obi-Wan's name, for Dooku to stop, swearing at him, threatening him, etc. until he realizes- of course there were recorders in his cell, and Dooku, trying his best to recreate a nightmare of a medbay, now has access to the voice of Obi-Wan's CMO.

And I’ve just been thinking- what would recovery look like, from that? What would recovery look like when Obi-Wan is utterly unwilling to let Helix out of his line of sight, but depending on how aware he is sometimes the sound of his voice can send him into flashbacks? What would it look like for Helix, who has been forced to witness as everything that he is and values and has worked for gets twisted into something unrecognizable and used to hurt? Oh, hell, what if Obi-Wan is- oddly calm, and willing to accept medical treatment, he doesn’t fight it or anything, and then something happens and they realize the only reason why is because his brain is still hardwired into thinking that if he says no, if he tries to fight back in any way, then Helix will be the one to take the punishment, and he wants them to stop so badly but doesn’t- can’t- say anything because he doesn’t want Helix to get hurt? I feel like Mace would be the one to pick up on that, definitely, because the only sign of the fear and the stopstopstop would just be screaming in the Force.

And I can just imagine Helix just... stops talking, for a bit. He realizes that his voice is a trigger- hell, not just for Obi-Wan but for himself, as well, because he’s been witnessing all these recordings of his own voice- edited, of course, because he would never- he would never (but what if he did after all it’s his voice), so he just... stops talking? So focused on making sure Obi-Wan’s okay, completely neglecting to take into account his own trauma?

Anyways, I’m sure I’ll probably have more thoughts on this later, because now I’m thinking ok, what if it was some of the younger vode, oh fuck what if it was Stitch- IDK man I’m having a lot of feelings.

(Also the first three paragraphs are copied over from my response to @fancan‘s comment, so if they look familiar then that’s why!)

#shoulder the sky #i am a terrible awful person #but i'm having so much fun

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Tainted Red *Chapter 5*

Post Date: 15th November 2022 Paring: ATEEZ Choi San x Reader Word Count: 2.1K Content: Fantasy, Vampire!San, Human!Reader/ Horror/ Angst TW: Blood mention/ Hypnosis/ Mentions of murder

Summary: After not seeing San for days, you attempt to find him and get drawn towards the forest. Only to turn back, and San starts to get more protective and possessive of you by the second.

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It's been days since he's even bothered to see how you were doing. He didn't want to risk hurting you again, the scent of your blood on his lips reeked, and he knew if he showed up again, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

The smallest drop he managed to get a taste of was enough to send him insane. How you tasted so different to the others, sweeter, pure. He didn't know how or why. But it made things a lot more awkward for him, being unable to stop thinking about you even more than before.

No one has seen him back at the house either. Well, they didn't manage to catch him sneaking in and out, confused as to where he is, and what he was doing. It wouldn't surprise him if they were going to try and chase him down, follow him.

But he couldn't risk getting caught near you or your house, even the town. Trying his absolute best to hide the scent of you from his body, knowing how easy it would be for the others to smell it, even from a mile away.

All they could see in his room was broken glass everywhere from weeks ago after his so-called “meltdown” after the whole devouring of the poor guy in the forest.

But there was more glass added, every single mirror in the room, every single bottle, every single fragile item in his room was shattered into little pieces.

“What do you think is happening with him?” Hongjoong whispers to Seonghwa who just couldn’t comprehend how San has changed over the last few weeks.

Seonghwa shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders, kneeling down to look at the shards of glass on the floor, noticing some were stained with blood.

“He’s been punching a few of these, look at the edges of these,” Seonghwa sighs, dropping the piece of glass.

“We should find him, he hasn’t been home in days,” Hongjoong taps Seonghwa’s shoulder, receiving a small nod from the elder who forces a small smile, “I’m just hoping he’s okay”.

Luckily enough, the two eldest of the clan knew how to speak in privacy, stopping the younger ones from hearing their conversations, being the oldest vampires in the group and the ones being vampires for longer.

Despite their age and their knowledge, they couldn’t put a finger on where to start first in the search for San, knocking heads when it starts to get frustrating, not knowing how to even approach him if they find him.

It was like they didn’t know San at all, who was hiding in the run-down house just a few miles further into the forest, hiding away, pacing back and forth in frustration and looking down at his hand which was momentarily all beaten up.

That was a perk about being immortal like he was, any injuries he suffers from, he only has to deal with it momentarily before his skin regenerates and the injuries disappear as if nothing had happened.

How none of the others could pick up his scent from there confused him as he could smell their scent throughout the forest but he isn’t going to complain. He needs time alone to think. About what? He really didn’t know.

All he could think about was you. How he’s majorly messed up by thinking it would be okay to even be a mile radius of you and your house. How he majorly messed up when he thought it was okay to creep into your room. How he majorly messed up when he let himself kiss you.

Despite that, he also can’t stop thinking about you and how good it felt to have your lips in his, to share a moment together but after what he did, he doesn’t know if he could face you again. No matter how much his body wants to be drawn to you again. He needs to keep a distance. Go off the grid for a little while.

Unbeknownst to San, you were copying his paces, back and forth across your bedroom, wondering where he’s been the last few days and why he hasn’t even bothered to speak to you since the incident.

Luckily, it was only the smallest cut in your neck from where he bit you, easy enough to hide from everyone else but it seriously got you thinking about him. More about who he is, what he is. Everything’s a blur from the moment you started kissing until he disappeared out of your room, but you knew one thing. You weren’t going to give up on finding out the truth about who San really is.

But you also couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, how it felt almost perfect. How it felt like you were made for each other. Finding yourself fustrated at the fact things had to be cut short, but why did he bite you? Why?

Thinking about him so much was driving you crazy, to the point where you didn’t know where you were going to go, but you chuck your shoes and coat on anyway, leaving your house in hopes to find him. Somewhere. Because as if you were going to wait for him to randomly show up again.

The more you walk and the more you let your feet just take you anywhere, you’re in the direction of the forest. Why would you ever want to go back there after recieving that horrible note when you went camping? No matter how much you remember that you just couldn’t stop walking, determined that you’ll come across him here, where you met him for the first time.

Just as your legs start to ache, you come across the trail that previously had to lead you toward your camping spot, sending shivers down your spine as you look down the creepy winding path.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls from behind you, making you jump miles out of your skin as you slowly turn around, noticing San standing behind you, clothes torn up, torso exposed, and with a look of gloom on his face.

For a moment, you just admire how toned his body was until your eyes wander up his torso, gradually moving until your eyes connect with his and come to the realization of his state of being.

“San? Are you okay?” You rush towards him, pulling a spare jacket out of your bag to offer to him but he rejects it, stepping back so the scent of your clothing doesn’t stick to him.

“It’s not safe for you here, Y/N. You should leave,” San ignores your question - the usual at this point, and disconnects eye contact before he ends up falling into another admire trap, risking your life more.

Despite his best efforts to warn you, you ignore them, trying to get closer to him as you try to cover him up, getting infuriated that he keeps dodging you.

“So you kiss me, and now you don’t want to see me?” You scoff, rolling your eyes and trying to remember the type of person he was, to just leave you when you thought you were getting somewhere in getting to know him more.

“It’s not like that, I’m trying to keep you safe,” Trying his absolute best for you to listen, he’s forced with no other option than to make you leave, something he never wants to do to you, he doesn’t want to leave your side either.

At the feeling of his hands on your shoulders, you look up at him with tears glossing over your eyes, paining him to see, cursing to himself before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips, pulling you in. This was the process of him attempting to get you to listen to him, but more of an ease into what he’s about to do next.

“Please, for your safety, leave,” His eyes change slightly, glued to yours as he pulls away, holding you as you’re in a trance, deeply looking into his eyes and a tear falls.

Within seconds, he’s disappeared. Right into thin air, as you’re forced with no other option than to leave, not knowing how you changed your mind about being in the forest so quickly, sobbing to yourself as you caressed your lip with your thumb and index finger. Wishing he didn’t stop so soon once again.

San watches you from a distance, walking out of the forest, sobbing into your hands, and suddenly feels a wave of guilt go through him. His lips burned with the taste of you, becoming addicted to you. As much as he wants to be with you, he can’t risk it. Not until he can get you the safest distance away from the forest.

With that, the scent of you fills his nostrils with the wind blowing towards his direction, realizing that he’s going to have to cover your tracks of existence in the forest. As much as he hates it, he finds another person nearby. Wanting to use them as bait to cover your tracks, and cover himself in their scent so if he was to get caught with a human, at least it wouldn’t be you.

San would literally let himself get killed before he lets anything happen to you, and no way was he going to be selfish and create you into a monster like himself just to enjoy you as he desires, knowing that it could possibly never work out as he wanted.

Though his plan to befriend the human he found came to a burning crash, dragging him into the forest, and with the violence of attacking him, the scent of the man’s blood attracts the two eldest. One minute San was fine, being friendly and talkative, but the second that they mentioned seeing him with you, San loses it, reading into the guy’s mind, about his filthy and disgusting thoughts about hurting you, he couldn’t let that happen.

“Woah, Woah! Chill there San!” Hongjoong and Seonghwa shout in unison, peeling the fury-fueled blood-drinking demon from the bloodless body beneath him.

“That’s where you’ve been, on a murder spree huh?” Seonghwa traps San in his arms, Hongjoong taking control of hiding the body as they direct him back towards the house, San trying to pick up a fight with them both.

“Get off me!” San’s scream could be heard from the outskirts of the forest from deep within, where the house was, the others raced to where they heard him, greeted by Seonghwa having the firmest grip on San.

That grip loosens and drops when Seonghwa realizes how close the others were, wiping the blood off of San’s face with the dead man’s shirt and tossing it to the side.

He puts an arm over San’s shoulder and hisses at him, “We won’t say shit about your disappearance to them if you just follow my lead”. Leaving San no option but to obey.

“Where have you guys been?” Yunho asks with slight suspicion as he should as the 3rd eldest, but drops it when Seonghwa forces a laugh and San follows.

“Just been teaching San how to hunt and disguise, he’s becoming a pro!” Seonghwa sings, giving a brief nod to Hongjoong who rounds them all up and directs them back to the house.

“You have some major explaining to do,” Hongjoong falls behind to join Seonghwa and San, whispering at the quietest volume just for them to hear, “But for now, let’s get you home. We’ve been busy redecorating your room for you since you smashed everything up”.

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