#all the younger drivers as residents n interns

[milflewis]

Seblewis, Doctors AU 👀

“Music on or off today, Doctor Hamilton?”

Lewis steps up to the operating table, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck.

“Put on the Beatles for him. Maybe some —“

Yuki grins from across the patient, eyes crinkling above his mask. Lewis bites back a smile.

“Can we mute the gallery, please?”

Sebastian’s laugh is cut off halfway through. Lewis is halfway through the surgery, ten hours in, when he caves and tells one of the nurses to change his playlist to one of the Beatles albums, Yuki wisely saying nothing, only ducking his head and watching Lewis work.

send me a pairing and an au prompt and i’ll write a three sentence (ish) fic about it

#seb as the head of neuro maybe. lewis as the head of peds. endlessly amused by each other. n half in love #val in trauma. jenson in ortho. nando as general. daniel as head nurse #all the younger drivers as residents n interns #three sentence (ish) fic ask game #fic.asks #anon tag #niamh.asks

[adoranoia]

CHARACTER SHEET ― FULL NAME. min-ji cheon‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ NICKNAME. MC, of course, but also minnie, jiji, etc etc. ALIASES. protagonist/heroine (game title), the official RFA party planner (job title)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ PRONOUNS. she/they.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HEIGHT. 5'2" / 157.48 cm‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ AGE. 22~ (international), 23~ (korean)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ZODIAC. sagittarius (western), metal snake (chinese)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SPOKEN LANGUAGES. ‎‏‏‎fluent in korean and english, intermediate japanese.‏‏‎

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ― HAIR.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎long, waist length, pin-straight and a medium brown color. is well kept, brushed often and soft and fluffy to the touch, bangs always cover one eye.ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎ FACIAL HAIR. ‎‏‏n/a‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ EYES. dark, chocolate brown, big and down-turned, sort of always sad looking, like a kicked puppy or something. long, pretty eyelashes. ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎ SKIN TONE. pale, with warm undertones, a small beauty mark under her right eye BODY TYPE. pear-shaped, chubby, all round edges and soft lines, small chest.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ VOICE. ‎soft, gentle and on the higher end, she speaks slowly and picks her words very carefully, sort of melodic naturally.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ DOMINANT HAND. right-handed.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ POSTURE. slightly slouches but it's as if she's trying to make herself seem smaller, take up as less space as possible, be less visible. often stands with her arms crossed uncomfortably, and her foot tapping.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SCARS. numerous, from different routes and endings, certain ones that've resulted in harm or death leaving their mark, all are hidden underneath her clothes/hair.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎(one day i'll go through every ending and plan them out, but. today is not that day)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. always wears a bunny hair clip, among other small accessories (a sliver cross necklace, a simple ring), etc. also wears light make-up, eyeliner and candy-flavored lip gloss. paints her nails in a simple french tip style.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ― PLACE OF BIRTH. xxxx, korea ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎ HOMETOWN. xxxx, korea ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎ SIBLINGS. jae-sung, her younger brother, 14 years her junior.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PARENTS. si-woo cheon, her father, and dan-bi cheon, her mother. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ they live out in the countryside on a farm, and are very work-focused.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ nice enough people, but think life should be lived a very certain old -fashioned way, and don't really get min-ji's more modern passions.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ― OCCUPATION. the RFA party planner, moved to the city to go to a well-known fashion school in the area, before being swept up in everything. wants to be a runway fashion designer.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CURRENT RESIDENCE. xxxx, korea ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CLOSE FRIENDS. the RFA, (seven, yoosung, zen, jumin, jaehee, v, etc etc.), and her childhood friend, another girl named ha-eun.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ FINANCIAL STATUS. was given some money by her parents, but is still living off mostly instant ramen and other snacks, if that's any indication. sometimes the other RFA members help out, though.ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ DRIVER'S LICENSE. yes.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CRIMINAL RECORD. trespassing, at eighteen, she got very‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎���‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ drunk with her childhood friend, and trespassed on someone else's land to like, pet their ranch animals and that was it.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ VICES. doesn't smoke because she hates the smell, but dabbles with alcohol sometimes, mainly wine. likes online shopping for clothes a little too much.‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ― SEXUAL ORIENTATION. pansexual‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. switch.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. switch.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ TURN OFFS. pushy, can't take a joke/her teasing, puts down her hobbies/work‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ TURN ON'S. accepting of her eccentricities, supportive and uplifting, passionate‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ LOVE LANGUAGE. acts of service, and quality time‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. used to be more outward with her feelings, but now can be a little distant and disengaged, out of fear. but, she's still soft underneath it all, and it shows in subtle ways.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ― CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. mystic chat (in-game theme), ai no uta by lamazep (ringtone), the main character by will wood, when will i see you again by shakka (misc songs) ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. ‏‏‎fashion design, sewing cosplays, reading magazines, taking care of houseplants. ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ㅤ LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. a good mix of both, but leans a little right-brained.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. when it comes to her work? very high, she prides herself on that, but outside of that? eh. she's okay, she guesses. she's trying her best though, and that's what matters, right? …right?‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && PROMPTS #* && MIN-JI 'MC' CHEON : PLAYER / CHARACTER . #ANYWAY SO I LOVE MIN JI SO MUCH. HOLDS HER OUT TO YOU LMAO do /you/ care her... u better...

[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V2; report xiv 

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, workplace relationships

warnings: none to note

word count: 2.4k

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“Do you really have to leave me?” you drag the words out as you chew your dinner, one you insisted on having inside Ayoung’s apartment on her last day. You even add a cute little pout afterwards, hoping that Ayoung might reconsider her moving last minute. 

“_________, that was literally the third time you asked me tonight. One more and I think I might change my mind.” 

You sit up straighter, an expectant look on your face. “Really?” 

“I’m afraid not, __________. I’m even surprised you kept asking when you literally helped me pack the last of my stuff. Shouldn’t you have been doing the opposite if you wanted me to stay?” 

You let out a rather unattractive burp and a pretty loud one at that, then you sigh again for the nth time tonight, knowing it’s going to be a while before you find another neighbor that is as unbothered by your poor table etiquette as Ayoung. 

Speaking of neighbors, a coworker’s face pops into your mind and you’re suddenly reminded of your embarrassing encounter with Jungkook just the other day in the very corridor just a door away from where you were seated. “By the way...that guy you brought over the other day…” 

“Oh him?” 

You brace yourself for the bad news, tilting your head towards Ayoung while you wait for her response. “Yeah, I don’t think he’ll be moving in anytime soon.” 

“Oh,” comes your reply, shockingly nonchalant enough to mask the joy of not having Jungkook as your neighbor. Giddy, you prod her on, wanting to hear the rest of the story. “Shame though, he was such a hottie.” 

“How did you even meet him in the first place?” 

“Just last week I went to a cafe to study and partly cure a hangover from the previous night, I checked the post I uploaded for new possible tenants and Jungkook...that’s his name by the way...he was one of the first who sent a message about wanting to see the apartment in person, so we agreed to meet up on a later date.” Ayoung pauses for a moment, stacking a box on top of another. 

“But just a few moments later while I was reading, this boy came up to me and asked if I was...well me and he told me he was Jungkook. Eventually, he asked if I was free because he mentioned that he had nothing else to do that day and he would’ve appreciated it if he got to see the place and have a drink at the same time.” 

There’s a funny look on her face and you raise a brow questioningly. “Have you ever seen a man more attractive in just sweats?” Oh Christ. 

“I mean, most guys would look like a hobo in those, plus he’s probably dumb for just walking around in sweats with only 25 degrees outside but damn.... You know only truly hot men can pull off looks like that. And he surely was packing.” Shocked to the core, you stare at her with your mouth hanging open, not wanting to believe all of these were coming from your sweet sweet Ayoung. Especially not when they’re about Jungkook. 

“So I thought, why not right? I guess the hot chocolate I made wasn’t the only thing that was warm that night…” A suggestive smirk graces her lips and you scoot farther away from her, absolutely scandalized. 

Much to your chagrin, your mind betrays you with rather raunchy images. Goosebumps line the skin on your arms as the embarrassment comes back to you in waves. “Gosh Jungkook, that little fucker.” 

Ayoung creases her brows. “You know Jungkook?” 

Crap. Ayoung wasn’t supposed to end up knowing this. 

“Yeah I know him. Sort of.” 

“Oh, too bad. It would have been great if he moved in so you won’t have to deal with a total stranger for a neighbor. Where do you know Jungkook from?” 

You contemplate for a moment, wanting to weigh if it would be of any benefit having to tell the story of how you met Jungkook. Ultimately, you ended up sharing a brief background, missing out on a few vital points aka Jungkook being a total prick. 

You help Ayoung bring down the rest of her stuff to the lobby, wanting to see her off. “I wanted to bring you to your new apartment but I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and being late won’t be a good record this early in my job.” 

“It’s alright, silly.” Ayoung leans in for a hug. “We’ll see each other again soon, yeah?” 

“You’re making it sound like I’m moving overseas, stop it!” 

You wait until she gets inside the cab she booked, waving at the car’s rear until it fully disappears from your sight. 

The next day you wake up freezing your ass off, even with you wrapped in a duvet burrito. You take a peek outside your window, grunting as a blanket of snow envelops everything in sight. Everything is white, and the gray trails on the road are the only thing that distinguishes the street from the sidewalk. 

You do your morning routine fairly quickly, spending the rest of your spare time watching people outside your window while you finish your coffee. As a motorbike moves along the length of the street in front of your building, you silently wish the driver a safe trip, hoping he or she didn’t have to use such a vehicle in this weather. 

You take another sip and Jimin instantly enters your scrambled thoughts, remembering how he mentioned he uses a scooter to and from work. There’s a side of you that is assured the Jimin is responsible enough to know how risky it is to use a scooter during the winter. 

The other half of your brain, though, isn’t convinced. Quickly, you set your mug aside, replacing it with your phone and dialing Jimin’s number. He answers after three rings. “_________?” 

“Hey Jimin, I know it’s too early for me to be calling you but I was wondering if you were going to use your scooter on your way to work today?” 

“I was--” 

“Because if you were planning to, don’t. It’s snowing really hard outside and I’m worried you’ll be taking your friend’s scooter on the slippery road….Would you mind if I’ll offer you a ride?” 

You know you were risking a lot, with your own car - your very own Camry which you don’t even trust. It has aged gracefully, and was clearly nearing its end but you knew four wheels was better than two in this snow. 

“I don’t...but I also wouldn’t want you to come all the way here to pick me up when I can just take the subway? Or the bus maybe…” 

“Would you rather pick one that asks for a fare or a free ride?” 

“You’re not exactly giving me a choice here, _________.”

“Great! ‘Cause I’m already on my way to pick you up.” 

“Thank you for the ride, sunbaenim.” Jungkook pulls on the handbrake before setting his hands on the Porsche’s steering wheel for the last time.

‘Someday’, he says to himself, someday he’ll get a car of his own. Someday. 

“Thank you for also letting me drive your car…” 

“She’s a beaut isn’t she?” the younger doctor nods, wanting to rub his palms over the dashboard in fascination, but then he wouldn’t have wanted the senior resident to think he was some sort of lunatic. 

Jungkook decides to keep his hands on his lap instead. 

“You live around the area?” 

“Yeah, just a few blocks from the garage…” 

“Really? Which apartment do you live in? I’m quite familiar with the area.” 

Jungkook is hesitant to mention the name of the building knowing that the apartment complex he stays at most likely has a reputation because it’s the cheapest he could find around the area. 

Before the intern opens his mouth to reply, Seokjin’s phone rings just on time, the sound startling the latter. He opens the car door and alights from the vehicle to get more reception. Jungkook grabs his bag from the back and follows after shortly. Seokjin points to his phone, mouthing that Jungkook doesn’t need to wait for him, so the intern bows to his senior in gratitude, before heading off to the main building. 

As he passes a vending machine, he remembers he wasn’t able to bring his jug with him today so he approaches the machine, scanning other options he could take with his water. He comes across a small carton of banana milk and a thought crosses his mind, a smirk playing on his lips as he adds the beverage to his purchase. 

Jungkook hurries to the on-call room, hoping his tiny plan will fall into place. 

“Thanks for the ride, ________. I owe you so much already. You’re too kind.” 

You wave Jimin off, expressing your worry and how you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle your conscience if you didn’t ask about his mode of transportation to work today. Jimin gives you a warm smile in return. 

“You’re a good friend, _________.” Jimin leans over the center console and gives you an awkward side hug, catching you completely off guard. 

“Woops! Sorry! I didn’t… wasn’t…” Jimin has his hands waving around in the air as he tries to apologize for hugging you out of the blue. “It’s fine, Jimin,” you laugh as you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Tilting your head outside, you tell him that you both should get going and that you’ll be heading to the toilet first to get changed. While Jimin heads to the surgery department, you make your way to the parking lot’s toilets, bumping into the one and only banana-milk-thief Jeon Jungkook. 

“Hi _________, good morning!” He chirps, the uncharacteristically wide smile on his face throwing you off for a moment. 

At least somebody woke up on the right side of the bed today. Jungkook chuckles, and you realize you weren’t supposed to say that out loud, but you’re somewhat proud that you did, making your sentiments towards the guy as clear as day. 

“Bit rich coming from you miss grumpypants.” 

Your mouth falls open. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, darling. See ya later....grumpy.” Before Jungkook leaves, he manages to give you a quick noogie, definitely messing up what’s left of the quick messy bun you made before leaving your apartment. 

Taking in a deep, long breath, you calm your nerves down, deciding today wasn’t going to be the day Jungkook was gonna get to you. 

After your brief encounter at the parking lot, Jungkook heads quickly to the on-call room and looks for a place inconspicuous but visible enough for you to see. He plucks a sticky note from a stack from the shelf just above the table and grabs his pen from his chest pocket. 

Jungkook folds the yellow square into half and writes your name on it, just in case nobody would dare take a carton of milk for someone named after a dwarf from Snow White.  He then sticks the note on the moist packaging, hopeful that the slight sheen of water will help stick the paper onto the carton.

Recognizing Jimin’s voice from the door, Jungkook quickly hides his peace offering behind the files on the table, and pretends he’s reading the patient’s charts before Jimin nears where he’s standing. You and Soomin enter the room shortly afterwards. 

“Just in time!” Namjoon says, adjusting the large frame of his glasses. “Right, as you may already know from the orientation, I’m Kim Namjoon, resident, and specializing in neuro. I’ll be guiding you all throughout admissions and reports this morning while I am waiting for my Chiari decompression scheduled in a few hours.” 

Namjoon gathers the rest of the surgical interns before proceeding to the wards to do rounds with the group. He partners with the head nurse and another doctor from the night shift, updating the patient’s condition before moving on to the others. 

As soon as his rounds are done, he leads the group back to the on-call room to brief the interns on using the EMR system to keep a patient’s chart updated at all times. To speed up the charting, he asks everyone to come up in pairs and update the patient records. 

True to the plan he’d come up with at the spur of the moment, Namjoon and the interns manage to get the job done quicker than expected. With the night shift’s updates already uploaded, the group disperses to carry out the orders and responsibilities.

Jimin, with his throat parched after having come up and down multiple flights of stairs, decides to return to the on-call room to get something to drink. He breathlessly pages Jungkook about it, telling him he’ll get back to his partner after drinking. 

He no longer waits for Jungkook’s okay, too thirsty to even think straight. As Jimin goes through his stuff, he realizes he must have forgotten his jug inside your car but having to call you about it would have been too bothersome for you and him both. 

There’s a water dispenser in the room but there are no cups or mugs free for him to use - and too unsanitary as well. Jimin searches the room in desperation and spots a carton of banana milk just behind some of the patient’s charts. 

He makes a grab for the small carton, checking if it’s got any owner. There’s none written on the carton and no note stuck to it to indicate that it belongs to someone. He spots Yoongi on his phone just by the other corner of the room and approaches the senior resident. 

“Excuse me, sunbaenim. Is this yours?” He points to the carton in his hands. Yoongi shakes his head no. “Any name written on it? Some note perhaps?” 

“I couldn't find any.” 

“Well, it’s yours then. All food on the table is communal unless it’s otherwise labeled.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders as he explains, giving Jimin a thumbs up afterwards. 

“Alright. Thanks sunbaenim.” 

Throat as dry as the Sahara, Jimin grabs the drink and punches the straw in as quickly as he could before finishing the drink in a few gulps. ‘Thank god for free banana milk.’ He thinks to himself before throwing the packaging away, now more energized than ever.

© joontier 2021

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[inkribbon796]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Summary: Roman and Remus have always fought, always. But this time they’re teaming up for something they both agree on. Getting their mentors together.

A/N: for @aimasup and @pixeldragon45 I might have taken some liberties with the story but I hope you guys like it. I wrote this after seeing this amazing post by aimasup.

Two brothers, royal born but divided in every single way. The elder twin strove for honor and chivalry, raised in the royal court around the other knights and the tales of rulers and knights from the kingdom’s history in ages past. Some stories were true, others had been exaggerated more than a bit. 

The younger twin had been mostly shoved into his elder brother’s shadow — a brother who was older by little less than an hour — and quickly began to act out as a result.

They quickly began to be divided on the battlefield. The younger prince had been kidnapped one day by a powerful shape changing mage when he was sixteen and just decided not to go back and the royal knights found him playing old maid with her in the tower, and he threw them out the door with a note for his parents and brother.

He had declared himself “the monsters’ problem now” and was not coming back.

It was Prince of Sanders Roman’s sword and “good” magic, versus Duke of the Dark Wood Remus’s pranks and illusions.

But that is not today’s story. The fight between good and evil is for another day.

On the edge of the city, bordering the untamable Dark Woods where monsters called home, there was a tavern. It was on a trade road that went around the woods and towards the neighboring kingdom. The tavern was a way stop before reaching the capital city of Roman’s kingdom.

It was absolutely pouring down rain when a cloaked young man ran into the tavern. He pulled down his hood after looking around the tavern. Prince Roman had come to this tavern frequently, it was considered neutral ground because the caravans that came through, the residents of the Dark Woods traded between each other and the merchants protected their clients.

Against a wall, Roman spotted his brother sitting at a table, a plate of food and three empty mugs of ale next to him.

Roman walked over and naturally turned up his nose at the magic keeping Remus from getting too tipsy. “You couldn’t wait until I got in could you?”

“Ahh, brother,” Remus smiled. “I got hungry, I got bored. There’s a very cute bartender over there.”

Remus blew a kiss and waggled his fingers at the young man in question.

“Focus,” Roman hissed at him.

Remus smiled, “So I take it you received my letter?”

“You contemptuous oaf,” Roman sneered at Remus. Roman was pulling out of his cloak a dirt speckled note that had a stick figure drawing of Roman’s fairy godmother and Remus’s mentor, the dragon witch, on it holding hands. The words: canon ship xoxoxoxo maybe?!?! Meet me at the Salty Unicorn at 10pm if you agree plz thx; were written, half scrunched into the left corner of the paper as if the second half was an unplanned addition. On the front it was addressed to: my horridly good brother, Roman; from: your bestest coolest brother, Remus.

Roman shook the note violently. “Did you write this in mud? Mother would have you raked over hot coal for a note this foul!”

Remus clapped in excitement, “So you’ll help me?”

“What type of cad do you take me for?” Roman scoffed, throwing the note down onto the table. “Of course I will.”

Shaking his hands, Remus just about squealed in delight, his smile widening. “The journey will be perilous, brother.”

“Oh please, it will be easy,” Roman scoffed. “It’s true love, and they are already smitten. Half of our job is done for us.”

It was, in fact, not easy. It was easy for the two princes to get back to their homes. But when they met back up at the border of the Dark Woods a couple weeks later, Roman challenged Remus to come out and fight him. The royal prince had to fight several goblins before Remus showed up, mace in hand and swinging it around wildly like a maniac. He managed to hit three goblins, who didn’t scramble away fast enough, in the face before he made contact with Roman’s shield.

Buzzing around Roman was a bright blue hummingbird, a little puffball of feathers and magic. She was fluttering around the royal prince, magic coming off her wings like glitter.

During the twin’s duel for honor and a bit of fun, a flash of shadow flew across as a large bat flew towards him and hit the hummingbird out of the air.

“You fiend!” Roman spat as the hummingbird seemed to glow and in an explosion of feathers a woman appeared in a billowing blue and white dress, the little jewel beads of the dress glittering and sparkling in the light. For a second or two she looked like she was covered in soft down before having more human light tan skin.

“That was a cheap shot,” Althea the fairy godmother reminded tersely as the Dragon Witch turned from a bat to a bony witch in a very dark red dress, her skin an ivory ash color.

“Please it’s almost like you wanted to get hit,” the Dragon Witch reminded. “Besides you two were gaining up on my sweet Remus.”

Althea swept her hair back, which frustrated the Dragon Witch because even in a fight it always looked flowing and fluffy.

“Give up,” the Dragon Witch smiled. “These woods are ours.”

“Never!” Althea shouted. “Your reign of terror is over.”

Lights and magic flew across the battlefield. In the end Remus and Roman had tied again as the Dragon Witch was thrown back by a gust of wind.

“Meddling child,” the Dragon Witch spat.

“Surly, caustic witch,” Althea snapped back. “Be gone and go back to your unhallowed woods. We are victorious.”

“I clearly won,” the Dragon Witch smiled smugly.

Althea made a little angry pout, crossing her arms in a huff, “You’ve done no such thing. Even if you two did win, it would only be because you both cheated.”

The Dragon Witch had some big gloating tirade of sarcastic insults, but seeing her little pout where she puffed out her cheeks a bit and looked like she was sticking her tongue to the inside of her cheek and . . . she . . . what was she going to say again? Something about her cute face? No, Althea would just make fun of her for that.

“Yeah? Well you . . .” The Dragon Witch tried not to look absolutely flustered. “. . . you’re just a poor sport.”

Althea looked angrier while the Dragon Witch was just internally screaming. Poor sport? Who says that? What are you five? Did you just get kicked out of the academy?

Remus was standing behind them, a huge toothy grin on his face that made the Dragon Witch want to have his face dragged in the mud or put worms in his stew.

Glancing at her student again she saw that both he and Roman had stopped fighting and the two of them were just watching the two mages arguing. The whole thing smacked of a trick of some kind and right now the Dragon Witch couldn’t figure out what type of trap that meant.

So she appreciated whatever the hustle was, even though she doubted that Remus had turned on her. He would be up front about it, and predictably violent.

He was a good kid so . . .

She looked over at Roman who seemed to be just as excited as Remus was, except he was staring at Althea . . .

“Wait a second,” the Dragon Witch realized.

“I will not be waiting any seconds,” Althea refused, not understanding.

The Dark Woods mage immediately remembered that the good witch had been talking to her and she had been ignoring her. But one look at her face reminded the witch why she had a crush in the first place.

“Yes or no?” Althea ordered, pointing at her?

“Uh,” the Dragon Witch stalled, staring at her, “no?”

Althea’s face got a bit fuzzy with her anger, the feathers around her face was almost a pinking color.

She looks so adora— no, don’t she’ll just turn you down.

“I can’t believe this, you’re so frustrating,” Althea huffed out. She stomped her feet a bit and grabbed Roman, “We’re leaving.”

“But you didn’t . . .  I mean, justice,” Roman sputtered as he was dragged towards a carriage that had been hiding up the road to stay out of the fight.

“Don’t say a word,” the Dragon Witch ordered Remus as they watched them walk away.

“Why Maggie?” Remus smiled, setting his hands and chin on the hilt of his mace.

“If you don’t, I’ll use your tongue for a gibberish concoction,” she threatened.

“Awwww,” Remus’s grin was particularly sharkish. “Someone’s just being a poor sport.”

The Dragon Witch whipped her staff around and lightly cuffed him on the back of the head.

Inside Roman’s carriage, the royal prince was just listening to his fairy godmother rant at him.

Althea was sitting with her face buried in her hands, her face red as a tomato. “That woman is so infuriating! Ugh, what kind of game is she playing?”

“Who knows with them?” Roman shrugged.

“Maybe if she wasn’t so cute, I’d know what to say,” Althea accidentally said out loud.

She blushed even harder with embarrassment and looked up at Roman. “Uh, I mean—”

Roman stared at her for a second before pulling apart the divider behind them and turning to yell, “Cam! Turn this cart around, we got a date to catch!”

“Roman!” Althea yelled, her face getting even redder. “She’s the queen of the Dark Woods!”

“And the Dark Woods is about to get themselves another fabulous queen,” Roman proclaimed.

The cart had stopped, the driver turned around in his seat to verify, “Are you sure you want to go back to the Dark Woods, Sir?”

“Oh yeah,” Roman smiled. “I know we’re only three minutes out. We could walk there. Oh, and you and Quil are about to cough up five pounds a piece.”

“Roman!” Althea shrieked as the carriage began to move back towards the haunted woods.

“It’s true love, my darlingest mentor,” Roman insisted, “and I have it on good authority that she thinks you’re good looking.”

Althea got even redder, “Who told you that?”

“Well Remus was cruder but I understood the intent,” Roman answered.

“He could be lying,” Althea accused.

“Please, my brother is the worst liar in all the kingdoms,” Roman defended, almost offended for the brother he fought on a regular basis’s honor. “He’s crude, rude, and violent, but he is no liar.”

“She really likes me?” Althea asked.

“How could she not?” Roman demanded. “Now, we have true love to prepare for my dear.”

“Let’s just start at a first date, Roman,” Althea insisted. “It’s a little soon for anything like that.”

“You’ll see,” Roman smiled, looking out the window. “She’s over the moon for you.”

Eventually the carriage stopped because Remus was standing in the middle of the road with the Dragon Witch next to him.

Roman opened a top hatch in the carriage, “Ahh, good, we were just about to go and find you two again.”

“I’d like your men to stop accosting my woods,” the Dragon Witch spat.

“When you get your marauding bandits to stop attacking my people,” Roman bargained.

“How about when you pay my woods back for generations of war crimes?” The Dragon Witch’s eyebrow shot up.

“We shouldn’t have to defend ourselves from being set on fire,” Roman reminded. “I’d be happy to start calling off the war if we could trust you won’t pick up arms against us the moment we have our backs turned.”

“Ugh!” Remus complained. “We’re not here to talk about politics! We’re here to talk about two lovely ladies getting freaky!”

“Ah, thank you Remus,” Roman clapped his hands, smiling. “Thank you, for once, for getting us back on topic.”

Roman waved his hands and when his hand came back up Althea in her hummingbird form was perched on two of his fingers. The royal prince exited the carriage with her, clearing her throat. “Queen Dragon Witch of the Dark Woods, I present to you the Good Witch of the Sanders Kingdom. She is as intelligent as she is brave and you shall be permitted to court her on the grounds that you vow to honor and cherish her, to treat her as the lady she is.”

“That’s it?” The Dragon Witch asked, clearly braced for more.

“Yeah, she has to vow the same,” Remus cut in.

“Naturally, my mentor is no brute,” Roman agreed.

“No I meant is he going to demand anything else of me,” the Dragon Witch told Remus.

Roman briefly ran over his speech in his head and ducked back in to grab the paper he had rehearsed with, reading back over it, “honor and cherish . . . no I got everything.”

“No land, no unfavorable terms?” The Dragon Witch seemed surprised and astonished.

The royal prince made an offended gasp, “My great-great grandfather’s petty squabbles have no bearing when love is on the table. Naturally if any deals for land and power are to be carried out, our courts should both be here for that.”

The Dragon Witch just stared at Roman for a bit before smiling, “You know, you’re a spoiled rich human brat, but I think you’ll actually make a good king one day.”

“Thanks?” Roman wasn’t sure if he’d been insulted or not. “I think?”

The Dragon Witch held out her hand and Althea transformed back, looking a little bit nervous. “You really are the most beautiful fairy in the lands,” the Dragon Witch told her.

Althea was just staring at her, “You are too.”

The twin brothers were standing close to the carriage and Roman’s driver, the three of them just watching the two of them talking.

“Janny owes me big for this,” Remus was almost cackling.

“Are you making deals with that snake?” Roman critiqued.

“How about you get off my ass and let me live my life?” Remus glared at him. “Besides his mother is happy, what could be better than that?”

“You do have to admit,” Cam said to Roman from his seat above them, “they do look happy.”

“Yeah,” Roman sighed, acquiescing on that front.

The two witches talked for a bit before they inevitably had to part ways. They would meet again on the battlefield, but next time it would be a not-so-quiet show of magic, designed to impress rather than harm.

#The High Tower #fantasy au #Roman Sanders #Remus Sanders #dragon witch x fairy godmother #Dragon Witch #Fairy Godmother #gay panic

[multifandomfanfiction]

You Are My Sunshine Chapter 4

TITLE: You Are My Sunshine Chapter 4 PAIRING: Marcus/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: The FBI is setting up a task force to deal with international art theft and they’re in need of an analyst. Willow Reid, younger sister of the BAU’s resident genius, applies for the job and gets it. She and her new boss, Agent Marcus Pike, get off on the wrong foot due to her overly friendly personality. What will the BAU do when they realize that he’s taken their sunshine away?

[A/N - Yay for development! I’ve also figured out how Willow will develop over the course of this story.]

Unfortunately for Willow and Marcus, cases kept them pretty busy so they had to keep postponing their dinner.

They’d just wrapped a particular difficult case and everyone was packing up to go home.

Willow grabbed her bag and made her way to Marcus’ office. “Knock knock,” she said.

Marcus looked at her and smiled, making her heart flutter in her chest. “Hey.”

“You know, we were supposed to have dinner and I was wondering if you weren’t busy…” Willow bit her bottom lip, waiting for Marcus to say no.

“That sounds great. I can’t look at this paperwork anymore.”

Willow laughed. “Come on then.”

Marcus grabbed his stuff and locked his office. They walked towards the elevator and Marcus pressed the button. After a few seconds, he pressed it again.

“Pressing it multiple times isn’t going to make it go any faster,” Willow teased, causing him to blush.

The elevator doors opened and there stood a familiar blonde with bright colored glasses.

“Sunshine!”

“Oh, hey Penelope.”

Marcus and Willow entered the elevator.

“You must be Marcus. I’m Penelope Garcia, Technical Analyst for the Behavior Analysis Unit.”

Penelope and Marcus shook hands.

“The team just got back, fyi,” Penelope told Willow.

“Oh, could you tell Spence not to wait on me? Marcus and I are going to dinner.”

“I’ll take her home, afterward. Scouts honor,” Marcus said.

“You really don’t have to do that. I can catch a cab home or have Spencer come get me,” Willow told him.

“Please. I want to.”

Willow blushed. “Okay.”

They made it down to the parking garage and Marcus started walking to his car, while the women said goodbye.

“Oh my god! You’re going on a date with him!” Penelope squealed.

“It’s not a date!” Willow insisted, “It’s an apology dinner for him being such an asshole.”

“Call me in the morning with the details!” Penelope hugged Willow and kissed her cheeks.

Willow made her way over to Marcus and he opened the passenger door for her.

“What?” he asked, seeing the shocked look on her face.

“What time period are you from?”

“It’s proper for the guy to hold open the girl’s door.”

Willow got in the car and Marcus shut the door. He got in the driver’s seat and turned on the car, soft classical music filling the car.

Willow laughed.

“Now what is it?” Marcus asked.

“Oh you and Spencer would get along perfectly. All he listens to is classical music.”

“I don’t just like classical music. I just prefer to listen to it on my way to work. Calms the mind.”

Willow could hear her brother spouting off statistics in her mind. Perhaps she spent too much time with him. “So where exactly are we going?” Willow asked as he started to drive.

Marcus blushed. “I’m not quite sure, actually. I’ve been looking for a good diner. There’s this place in Austin that has the best pancakes and I’ve yet to find someplace like that here.”

“Oh! I know just the place.” Willow gave him directions to a place she and Penelope liked to go after work sometimes.

They went in and the owner, John, looked up. “Oh, sapling! I’ve got your favorite booth open!”

“Thanks Johnny!” Willow dragged Marcus over to her usual spot.

“I take it you come here a lot?” Marcus asked.

“Penny and I love to come here. Spencer and I also meet here every Sunday morning when he’s not out of town on a case.”

Mary, an older waitress, came over. “What can I get you, Willow?”

“I’ll have a decaf coffee.”

Mary turned to Marcus. “And what about you, honey?”

“Just sweet tea.”

Mary nodded and made a note on her pad. “Usual, I presume?”

Willow smiled. “Of course.”

Marcus glanced over the menu and finally said, “Just whatever’s good.”

“That’s like everything here!” Willow told him.

Marcus shrugged. “I’m feeling adventurous.”

Mary wrote something down on her notepad and walked into the kitchen.

“I cannot believe you ordered a sweet tea! You are such a Southern boy!” Willow said.

“How do you know that?”

Willow blushed. “Penelope may or may not have compiled a file with your information.”

“She what!”

“I told her not to! I swear. She was just worried about who was going to be my boss!”

“Well it seems you know everything about me, so tell me about yourself.”

“Why do I feel like I’m interviewing again?”

This time Marcus blushed. “I didn’t…I…”

“Marcus, calm down. I’m just teasing.”

Mary set their drinks on the table.

“There was something in your file I was wondering about…you had a fiancé at one time?” Willow asked.

Marcus was quiet and played with his straw. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want to say anything…”

“No. No, it’s fine. Um, we worked together on a case and I kinda fell hard. I asked her to move here with me and when she said yes, I asked her to marry me. She dumped me over the phone for another man she worked with. I rushed into things and it ended badly, just like my first marriage.”

Willow felt her heart break for Marcus. He didn’t deserve all the things that happened to him.

“While we’re sharing tragic backstories…my brother had our mother committed when he was 18. She has schizophrenia. He also had to watch the love of his life die in front of him.”

“Do you do that often?”

“Do I do what?”

“Bring up your brother instead of talking about yourself?”

Willow felt like she was being profiled, but she knew Marcus didn’t mean anything by his observation. “I guess…I’ve always felt like Spencer and I are a package deal. We’re only two years apart, so wherever he goes, I go.”

Willow often felt inferior to her brother and people were constantly comparing the two, even if they didn’t mean it maliciously. The BAU even did it from time to time. But sometimes Willow wanted to remind them that she was her own person. She had her own autonomy.

Thankfully their food came and saved them from the depressing conversation.

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#marcus pike #marcus/oc #marcus pike imagines #Penelope Garcia #mentalist #mentalist imagines #mentalist x criminal minds #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #you are my sunshine

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

AAS NOVA Mind the Gap! Investigating a Potential Cause of the Exoplanet Radius Valley Neptunes and Jupiters and Earths, Oh My! Extrasolar planets, or exoplanets, have been theorized for centuries, and studied firsthand since the 1990s. Much of the common classification of exoplanets is based on analogs in our own solar system: hot Jupiters, super-Earths, and super-Jupiters, just to name a few. The authors of today’s paper focus on two types of exoplanets: super-Earths (planets with more mass than Earth but less mass than Neptune) and sub-Neptunes (planets of 1.7–3.9 times the size of the Earth, but with a composition similar to Neptune’s). Between these two classes of exoplanets, there is a radius “valley” in the range 1.5–2.0 Earth radii where the occurrence rate of known exoplanets is much lower. Since we can observe exoplanets above and below this radius, it’s unlikely that the valley is a result of observational limitations, so a physical mechanism is probably to blame. There are three main theories about the cause of the radius valley: photoevaporation, core-powered mass loss, and the planet forming with no gaseous outer layer to begin with (otherwise known as rocky planet formation). In a photoevaporation scenario, X-ray and/or extreme ultraviolet radiation from the host star cause the gaseous layers of a larger planet to evaporate, leaving behind only a rocky core. Photoevaporation can also destroy gasses in the protoplanetary disk, which may also impact planetary formation. In core-powered mass loss, the energy radiated during the cooling of the rocky core erodes the gas envelopes of sub-Neptune-sized planets, again leaving behind the core. Rocky planet formation is exactly what it says on the label: a rocky planet is directly produced with no gaseous layers and no evolution required. All of these theories consider only properties and dynamics within the star–planet system. Today’s authors investigate the potential effects of stellar clustering on planet formation as a cause of the radius valley. Compiling the Sample The authors analyze a sample of exoplanets from the NASA Exoplanet Archive with radii of 1–4 Earth radii and orbital periods of 1–100 days. These radii and periods are chosen so that they only analyze planets that have had these values directly measured rather than derived from mass–radius relationships. The density of stars around the planet’s host star is part of the archival data, and the sample is split into “field” and “overdensity” subgroups that consist of low stellar density and high stellar density host star regions, respectively. In this case, what constitutes low and high densities is determined by the probability of there being many stars within 40 pc of the system: field stars have an 84% probability that there aren’t many neighboring stars, and overdensity stars have an 84% probability that there are. Additionally, only systems with ages of 1–4.5 billion years are considered, since younger systems may not be stabilized and the overdense group is too small in older systems. Finally, they constrain the host star mass to 0.7–2.0 solar masses to limit the chance of observing effects that are actually caused by mass differences rather than stellar clustering. With these cuts, the authors are left with 8 field planets and 86 overdensity planets, for a total of 94. Results Simply plotting the densities and radii suggests that the authors’ idea holds up (LOWER IMAGE). In the middle panel, the gray line represents a constant radius within the radius valley. The fact that there are fewer planets around this line shows the radius valley exists, but how does that prove their idea? The field stars all lie above the radius valley, while a little more than half of the overdensity stars lie below the radius valley. If residing in a dense field can cause dynamic and radiative effects that decrease the planet’s radius, having more small planets in overdense regions is expected. But what if it’s really the effect of some other properties of the systems? Comparing the planets’ host star masses, metallicities, and ages shows no clear differences that might suggest the trend is caused by one of those characteristics. This data is compiled in the BOTTOM IMAGE. But what about the distance from Earth to the system? The further from Earth a system is, the less likely we are to be able to observe smaller planets. Could that be a factor skewing the numbers, since that could mean we just aren’t seeing the smaller planets? On average, the field systems are closer to Earth, but all of their planetary radii lie above the valley. The authors therefore conclude that the distance is probably not a contributing factor either. But what about those other mechanisms we discussed earlier? The authors consider photoevaporation within the system, mass loss, and rocky formation alongside the potential effects of densely clustered stars near the system. They conclude that stellar clustering alone can’t be responsible for the trends seen in planetary radius, but alongside one of the other three theories, clustering is certainly a potential contributor to the radius valley. The clustering would, however, affect each of the three scenarios differently. For the rocky core mass loss scenario, it is unlikely that clustering has any direct effect, since that mechanism is purely internal to the planet. The likelihood of rocky planet formation, on the other hand, can be increased by clustering effects, since neighboring stars could cause photoevaporation within the protoplanetary disk. This would decrease the amount of gas in the disk, increase the dust-to-gas ratio — the ratio of solid particles to gaseous particles in the disk — and thus increase the likelihood of rocky formation. Additionally, clustering could cause more stellar encounters with the system, which in turn could change the orbits of the planets and the effects of photoevaporation inside the system. In this paper, the authors conclude that, in addition to previous theories, the dynamic and photoevaporative effects of stars near planetary systems can contribute to the radius valley between super-Earth and sub-Neptune exoplanets. Although this doesn’t provide definite answers to why this valley exists, it provides another piece to the puzzle. Solving the mystery of this radius valley can give us more insight into planetary formation mechanisms in extrasolar systems. TOP IMAGE....The size distribution of known planets slightly larger than Earth exhibits an intriguing gap in the 1.5–2 Earth radii range. [NASA Ames/JPL-Caltech] CENTRE IMAGE....A histogram of planets with given radii from a sample of 900 Kepler systems. The decreased occurrence rate between 1.5 and 2.0 Earth radii is apparent. [Fulton et al. 2017] LOWER IMAGE....Left: The orbital periods and radii of the planets. The radius valley is marked with the black line, and its uncertainty is given by the grey stripe. Center: The planetary radii versus the density of their stellar fields, with the grey line representing a constant radius. Right: A histogram of how many planets have each radius. Note that the radius is plotted on a logarithmic scale in all three panels. [Kruijssen et al. 2020] BOTTOM IMAGE....Characteristics of the sample planets. The authors split the sample into three groups: field planets, overdensity planets with radii above the radius valley, and overdensity planets with radii below the radius valley. The median stellar masses, metallicities, ages, and distances from Earth for each group are given with their uncertainties. The authors conclude that these values are all close enough to suggest that they are not the cause of the radius valley. [Kruijssen et al. 2020] Title: Bridging the Planet Radius Valley: Stellar Clustering as a Key Driver for Turning Sub-Neptunes into Super-Earths Authors: J. M. Diederik Kruijssen, Steven N. Longmore, & Mélanie Chevance First Author’s Institution: Center of Astronomy, Heidelberg University, Germany Status: Published in ApJL Editor’s note: Astrobites is a graduate-student-run organization that digests astrophysical literature for undergraduate students. As part of the partnership between the AAS and astrobites, we occasionally repost astrobites content here at AAS Nova. We hope you enjoy this post from astrobites; the original can be viewed at astrobites.org. Original astrobite edited by Mike Foley. About the author, Ali Crisp: I’m a third year grad student at Louisiana State University. I study hot Jupiter exoplanets in the Galactic Bulge. I am originally from Tennessee and attended undergrad at Christian Brothers University, where I studied physics and history. In my “free time,” I enjoy cooking, hiking, and photography.

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news

[ladyimaginarium]

BELLATRIX

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME.     bellatrix barcelona belladonna NICKNAME.     Beretta ( codename ). Blake. Bella. Belle. Bells. Ella. Trix. Trixie. ‘Retta. Izanami ( alias in Japan ), Bénedicté ( alias in France ), Bertilda ( alias in Germany ), Béibhinn ( alias in Ireland ), Basilia ( alias in Spain ), Belakane ( alias in Africa ), Besiana ( alias in Albania ), Basira ( alias in the Middle East ), Berenike ( alias in Greece ), Bharat ( alias in India ) Bad Bitch, Queen B (self styled). The Black Widow. ( codename. ). GENDER.     Cisgender Female. HEIGHT.     5′8. AGE.     13 ( GANGSTA: CURSED. ) ; 28 ( GANGSTA. ). ZODIAC.     scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     Fluent in English, French, Spanish, Russian, Italian, Latin, Romanian, Norwegian, German, Greek, American Sign Language, Arabic, Persian, Swahili, Hindi, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and Korean and various other languages — the majority of these are used for diplomatic and espionage missions.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR.     Black as a raven’s feather, often kept short in a bobcut but has grown out her hair just past her shoulders while younger. EYE COLOR.     Grey-icy blue eyes. SKIN TONE.     Ivory ; pale as white as snow. BODY TYPE.     Slender, fit, voluptuous, hourglass type. (and far more physically strong than how she appears to be). VOICE.     a silky, sickeningly sweet and sultry voice. DOMINANT HAND.     ambidextrous. POSTURE.     perfectly straight. SCARS.     n/a, all the scars she had faded over time. TATTOOS.      a sword intertwined with a black rose on her mid to lower back ; a tribal tattoo on her belly. BIRTHMARKS.     n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).     eyes, lips, bodily frame, large breasts.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH.     a gulag turned research facility in yakutsk, siberia, russia. HOMETOWN.    beretta has had several homes throughout her childhood, all in top secret international research facilities. siberia, russia, new york, the united states of america, barcelona, spain, paris, france, rome, italy, egypt, africa, rio de janeiro, south america, toronto, canada, cancun, mexico, sydney, australia, shiraz, iran, honolulu, polynesia, dubai, united arab emirates, shanghai, china, tokyo, japan, seoul, south korea and even antarctica, among many other places around the world. SIBLINGS.    marie/maverick ( older sister figure ), masaru/minimi ( older brother figure ), spas/marco adriano ( brother figure and rumored half brother ; now disowned ). PARENTS.   unknown to her although she’s seen footage of her mother - a mixed asian woman of multiple eastern asian and southeastern asian ethnicities ) - on a computer that she hacked, but has no knowledge of her father ( a white man of multiple european ethnicities ) whatsoever.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION.    supersoldier. assassin. spy. hunter. ( CANON. ). CURRENT RESIDENCE.    ergastulum, italy, however, since she is a spy and assassin, she can easily be anywhere else in the world. CLOSE FRIENDS.    canonically? striker, sig, colt, minimi, maverick, and at one point, spas. other than that, it’s pretty much anyone she can vibe with and she doesn’t have many genuine friends. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    single but she has her eyes on striker. FINANCIAL STATUS.    immensely wealthy. DRIVER’S LICENSE.    yes, in her several fake id’s, not that she uses a car much. CRIMINAL RECORD.    oh, yeah ... not like she was caught. defacement of public property, physical assault with intent to harm, murder, disturbing the peace, trespassing, petty theft, harassment, brawling, murder, torture, treason. VICES.    a smoker, murder, torture, flirtation, seeking world domination.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   biromantic bisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.    submissive  |  dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.    submissive  |  dominant  |  switch LIBIDO.    very .... very high LOVE LANGUAGE.    sharing food, giving gifts, emotional vulnerability, honesty, patience, loyalty, small intimate touches, sharing a living and sleeping space, difficult but important conversations, intense and tender kisses, hardcore rough sex  RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    she tends to be very attached and borderline clingy with them, but she doesn’t know how to love without restraint, so she tries her best to make the other person happy with all she has. when she’s in love with someone she loves them with all her entire being and is one of the most loyal partners one could ask for.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.    there’s a whole playlist HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.    tending to the younger chimeras and stray animals, training, Goth culture, being with her friends, drawing, painting, coloring, baking, calligraphy, fashion, listening to music, playing musical instruments, particularly the violin, fawning over animals, sailing, eating sweets and desserts, observing flowers/nature, singing, dancing, writing, cake decorating, gardening, hiking, swimming, slaying her enemies, astrology, traveling, reading, collecting precious stones and flowers to decorate her room, the occult. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.    she doesn’t know nor care. FEARS.    loss, failure, inadequacy, never being good enough, complete isolation, abandonment, intense physical intimacy. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.    she’s very confident and vain about her visage, physique, wardrobe and in her prowess as an assassin and spy but ... herself as a person? ... not so much. VULNERABILITIES.    like literally all of her fears.  she fears them for a reason. she also thinks she’s not very lovable and no one will ever truly love her for ... well, her. as well, considering she was bred, born, raised and trained to be a spy, assassin and supersoldier since a very young age by a shadowy government organization, she wants desperately to be free from her chains.

tagged by:   stole it from @grcndel​ trolololol i hope you don’t mind !! tagging:    just do it for ur character bro

#SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HALF GODDESS HALF HELL. ( BERETTA BELLADONNA. ) #WHEN THE CURTAIN FALLS ALL THE SINNERS CRAWL. ( DASH GAMES. ) #this one's fun! i'll do this one for some other muses too :> #tw; long post

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

My Boss’ Wife’s Brother (Johan Johnson x Reader)

You'd been working as an intern at Stevens & Lido for a few months now. You actually pretty enjoyed even though it was still early days yet. Although you did want nothing more than to strangle Lucy – but you digressed. Sometimes venting this to Daphne and your boss, Dre, helped a lot. But you got along with everyone else, really.

Even though, it was still early days, you found it quite surprising when Dre had announced to you that you were invited to a get together at his house with his family.

“Y-you're sure, Dre? I don't wanna impose or nothing.”

“I'd be happy for you to come along. Get to know us more.” Dre said with a shrug. “Besides it was Bow's idea.”

“Oh, well, thanks, Dre. I'd love to come.”

“And just to let you know.” he said, becoming very serious. “When I say with the whole family, I mean it. My pops will be there with my mom and there will be no doubt that my wife's brother will be there too.”

“Oh, I don't mind.” you smiled. “The more, the merrier, right?”

“Not in my case, it isn't?”

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On the night in question, you found yourself standing outside of Dre's home, trying to calm your nerves. But your nerves had barely settled when you finally knocked on the door. It soon opened up revealing Dre, who smiled at you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Come on in.”

“Thanks, Dre.” Stepping into the foyer, you were suddenly bathed in a warm haze. Much better than outside, you thought as you gazed round at the house. “Wow, this is a beautiful home, Dre.”

“Thanks, if I do say so myself. Oh, and may I introduce you to my wife, Rainbow. Bow, this is (Y/N).”

You looked round to see a tall light skinned woman, who had dark hair that was pulled back into an elegant bun. She smiled, warmly as she came near.

“Hi. You must be there new intern.”

“Yes, I am. You must be the famous Bow. I've heard a lot about you.”

“Oh,” inquisited Bow, looking at her husband. “All good, I hope.”

“Only the best.” you assured her.

After getting to know a little more about Bow, she led you into the kitchen and poured out a glass of wine for you.

“I hope that Dre's treating you well. He can get a little...over board at times.”

“Oh, no. Nothing of the kind.” you said, shaking your head. “He's quite funny most of the time but he's a fair boss. It's just Lucy I can't stand.” You then froze and glanced around, nervously. “She's not here, is she?”

“No, no. Dre would never dream of it.”

You sighed with relief.

“What are you doing here?” Dre's voice hissed from the other room.

“What, am I not allowed to join my brother-in-law's soiree?” asked a new voice.

“Okay, don't call it that. It's not the 1910's. Second, I never invited you.”

“Well, my sister did. So, I think I'll enjoy myself.”

You twisted in your seat to see who exactly Dre was talking to...and your heart leapt. Walking into the kitchen was a tall – and I mean tall – man, who had the same skin colour as Bow. His hair was completely poofy; you just wanted to run your hands through it for eternity.

And the muscles in his arms...he could have strangled you with ease and you would have thanked him for it. He looked god-like. You were sure your cheeks were vibrant pink with staring.

“Ah, (Y/N). This is my younger brother, Johan. This is (Y/N). She works with Dre.”

“Enchante, cherie.” he purred, holding out a hand., which you took wholeheartedly.

“Hi.”

“I must say I applaud you for being able to work with Dre.”

“Oh, he's fine. True, he's a lot to handle but you get used to it.”

“Well, I admire you.” He then looked to Bow with a serious expression. “Uh...is Ruby here, at all?”

“She's coming, yes.”

“Oh, no.” The poor thing looked dejected as he slunk over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine.

“Who's Ruby?” you asked.

“Dre's mother” Bow explained. “She has a weird thing for my brother, which he shouldn't encourage.”

The younger of the two rolled his eyes. “It was lovely to meet you, (Y/N). Now, I must go hide.”

And he slunk off outside into the garden. Bow shook her head.

“You'll have to excuse him. If you think Dre's a handful, then you've never met my brother.”

“I like him.” you compliment with a shrug.

Bow's eyes widened at this, a grin creeping up on her face.

“Sorry, forget I said that.”

“No, no. He needs someone...someone who isn't Ruby.”

You giggled. “I could keep him company when she's around.”

“That would be great. Then she can maybe back off and find someone her own age.”

Then the door swung open and in came a woman who seemed confident but was able to make a room quiver with just a look.

“There's my boy!” she crowed, with the hugest smile on her face. Dre hurried over to greet her. 

“That's never Ruby?” you muttered to Bow as the mother and son hugged.

“Yup, she is. You better go and, uh, keep Johan calm.”

“No problem.” You took your glass of wine and strolled out to find Johan. You found him sitting one of the patio couches, nursing his glass of wine.

“Hey, Johan.”

He looked up and smiled at you. “Hey. What are you doing out here?”

“Err, not to spoil your evening but Ruby just arrived. So, I thought I'd keep you company.”

“You'd really keep a stranger company?”

You shrugged. “It's the least I can do. Besides, would you rather be alone with her?”

Johan winced. “Not really. But thanks, anyway.”

You took a seat beside him and raised your glass to him. He clinked his glass to yours with a smile.

“So, what do you do for a living, Johan?” you asked, after gulping down your small mouthful of wine.

“Well, I've done a few things. I was in France for two years teaching.”

“You've been to France? That's amazing.”

“Well, I've been a couple of times but I'm not allowed back, now.”

“Aw, that's a shame. I'd love to go someday.”

“It's a beautiful country. You don't know what you're missing.”

“Well, it's a shame you can't go back 'cause I'd let you give the full tour.”

You were sure in the candle light and the lights from inside that you could see the taller blushing.

“So, what else have you done since coming back home?”

“Well, I've done slam poetry, I made a Christmas CD and I've done life coaching.”

“Wait. Slam poetry?” Johan nodded. “Oh, my god. I can't believe I just figured this out! They Call Me Johan?”

He smiled. “That's me.”

Your mouth fell open. “My god!”

For a few years now, you'd discovered Johan's slam poetry and found it to be interesting. Quirky but interesting.

“Wow, small world.” you said, in awe.

“Yeah, I'm glad you've enjoyed my work. Although, it's been a while since I've done my poetry.”

You waved a hand in the air. “Oh, don't worry about it. As you said before you've had a lot going on.”

“Thanks. It's not often I get to meet a fan.”

You weren't too sure how you'd both been talking for, but it felt like a really long time and it must have been because Dre had to call you both in for food.

“It's all right.” you comforted as you entered the house. “If Ruby sees you, you can hide behind me.”

Johan smiled, graciously.

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Near midnight, you reluctantly decided to leave the Johnson residence and head back home. But there was a part of you that didn't want to go. For one thing you didn't want to leave Johan. You both had talked all night non-stop, stopping a few times to only say 'hi' to Charlie and Josh. And Ruby had not bothered Johan the whole evening.

At the door, Johan, Dre and Rainbow were saying goodbye.

“Well, it's been a lovely evening. I would stay longer but I'm up early tomorrow for work.”

“It's all right. Don't worry.” said Bow, moving close to give you a hug. “It's been nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, Bow and I'll see you in the morning, Dre?”

“Somehow bright and early.”

You giggled and then looked to Johan, who looked like a kicked puppy. He was sad to see you go.

“And Johan, it's been a absolute pleasure. I really hope we see each other again.”

A soft smile came up on his face. It made your heart flutter. “I'd like that.”

“You know, you can take him if you want. We don't need him.” Dre put in, only to be scolded by Bow.

“I'll, um, I'll, um, walked you outside, (Y/N). I can keep you company until your taxi gets here.”

You agreed, allowing Johan to escort you to the end of the drive way.

“So,” Johan said, only taking a long pause not really knowing what to say.

“So,” you echoed, easing him into carry on talking.

“Errr.” was all he said.

Pushing the boat out a little, you reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. You took his hand and wrote your number on his palm.

“Here.” you said. “Call me or text me sometime.”

For the second time that night, Johan's cheeks turned pink. As the taxi pulled up, he leaned down and kissed your hard. You couldn't help yourself as you eagerly accepted and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. His lips danced perfectly with yours and you swore he moaned a little. But it was cut short when the taxi driver honked his horn, startling both of you. You glared at the driver before looking back at Johan. He looked to be in a dream like state.

“I've been dying to do that all night.” he breathed with a broad smile.

You grinned. “I'm glad you did.”

He opened the door of the cab and let you hopped inside. When you were settled, he closed the door and you rolled the window down.

“Call me, yeah?”

“Tomorrow. On the dot?”

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Basic Details

Full Name: Isabella Minerva Zinone Bel Zinone Accolades: La Guillotina Age: born c.823 Gender: demi femme, gnc femme, nonbinary woman Pronouns: she/her/hers Ethnicity: Mixed & Unknown (Italian, Romani, Egyptian, Russian, etc.) Nationality: Paradis Nicknames: La Guillotina Birthday: March 8th (International Women’s Day) Occupation: (various) medical, mechanics, entertainment, modeling, sex work Intelligence Level: average Spoken Languages. native language (english or german), some italian & french

Physical Details

Body Type: muscular, overweight, hourglass, thick (ref Christina Hendricks & Stefania Ferrario) Height: 5′0″ Weight: 140lbs Skin Tone: cool medium with grey/olive undertone (ref Jhené Aiko) Hair Color: medium brown Hair Texture: curly, medium thickness, prone to frizz Hair Style: shortly cropped (child), long & wavy (adolescent-young adult), side braid (early soldier career), medium undercut/mohawk (middle military career), long undercut/mohawk (late military career) Eye Color: hazel (golden/amber, emerald specks) Eye Shape: narrow almond, deepset & wrinkled Dominant Hand: left Defining Features: widow’s peak, facial moles  Face Shape: short, heart, round Face Claim(s): Iva (Karneval), Marie-Joseph Sanson (Innocent/Innocent Rouge), Antonia Thomas (Actor) Mannerisms: reserved, sits on things not intended for sitting, still, psychology squat Posture: body conscious, occasional slouch, occasionally masculine, generally open Scars: throat, left torso line from 3dmg whipping, full body wear & tear, calloused hands Tattoos: spinal cervical & upper thoracic vertebrae with eglantine roses (applicable verses), other various floral & medical inspired that vary with verse Piercings: hips, potentially nipples & christina Birthmarks: right ribcage, faint full body freckles Neurobiological Divergencies: post traumatic stress, pituitary adenoma & resultant chronic amenorrhea / infertility, gender dysphoria Most Noticeable Features: widow’s peak, facial moles, hair style, body modifications (in the context of Paradis: detached earlobes, darker skin tone) Scent: light musk, alcohol disinfectant, jasmine flowers, machinery, worn leather Voice: soft, soothing, calm, low, raspy (ref Juliet Simms, Izzy Hale) Accent: native w/ occasional foreign slip Style Preference: subtle, sensual, practical, relaxed Clothing Preference: leather, lace, lingerie

Then (childhood & late adolescence)

Place of Birth: remote Underground City (San Francisco, California) Hometown: remote Underground City Birth Weight: small Birth Height: small Manner of Birth: natural First Words: “no” Siblings: Beau Zinone (older half-brother), Milius Zeramusky (estranged younger half-brother) Parents: Risa Zinone (biological mother), Dmitry Zeramusky (estranged biological father) Parental Involvement: solely raised by Risa, strict but unavoidably negligent (varies by verse) Pets: lab rats First Memory: Beau’s guitar music Most important Childhood Memory: escaping home, learning medicine from the town doctor Childhood Hero: Beau Dream Job: medic Education: doctorate / phd Religion: subtle spiritual / pagan influence from Risa Political Affiliation: forced subjection unto subterranean fascism / noble dictatorship, believed in anarchy Finances: severe poverty

Now (adulthood)

Current Residence: Scouting Legion Headquarters Currently Living With: soldiers Pets: messenger dove, Scouting Legion horse, occasional animal rescues Religion: agnostic Political Affiliation: Scouting Legion Occupation: Scouting Legion Head Medical Officer Finances: military grade Close Friends: Leo Castile (former Garrison comrade, current Military Police Officer), various Garrison & Scouting Legion comrades, verse & muse dependent Driver’s License. motorcycle & ambulance (modern verse), potential aviation training in fanonverse post-Marley arc Criminal Record: manslaughter, gang affiliation, fraud, treason, possession of forbidden knowledge & materials, murder, dismantling military property, theft, soliciting (as applicable to modern verses) Vices: adrenaline

Favorites

Color: morning sky spectrum (pale blues, oranges, yellows) Music: dance, upbeat Food: bland, Italian, cinnamon, bitter, acidic Drink: alcohol, black coffee & tea, water Literature: nonfiction Entertainment: documentaries Transportation: motorcycle, 3dmg Loves: jasmine flowers Hates: ignorance, arrogance, preventable harm Hobbies: origami, tinkering, sketching, dancing, studying, gardening (medicinal herbs & jasmines) Social Media: instagram Musical Instrument: percussion Sport: belly dancing, field hockey, weight lifting, pole dancing, burlesque Spending Habits: conservative, occasional splurges on lingerie & gifts

Habits

Smokes: verse dependent Drinks: occasionally Other Drugs: verse dependent Diet: lax, cheap convenience, prone to mooching Extremely Skilled At: medical treatment, innovation, sewing Extremely Unskilled At: self-care, cooking, swimming Nervous Tics: (rare) bouncing, hair twirling, pacing

Talents & Skills

Combat: average Physical Strength: above average Coordination/Reflexes: average Fighting Style: invertive Unusual Abilities/Powers: n/a Weapons/Other Gear: switchblade, Wallflower bladed fan

Sex & Romance

Sexual Orientation: asexual (as an umbrella term) Romantic Orientation: aromantic (as an umbrella term) Preferred Emotional Role: submissive  |  dominant  | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive  |  dominant |  (service) switch Libido: low Turn On’s: undefined Turn Off’s: impact play, humiliation, arrogance, selfishness, bigotry, immaturity, & potential others Love Language: acts of physical care & service, gift-giving, quality time, unconditional support

Themes & Alignments

Right or Left Brained: left Moral: chaotic good MBTI: INFP-A MBTI Role: mediator Temperament: phlegmatic Western Zodiac: pisces Chinese Zodiac: rooster Primal Sign: frog Tarot Card: the empress TV Tropes: adaptation personality change (by verse), admiring the abomination (titans), caged bird metaphor, collector of the strange, deconstructed character archetype, functional addict, interpretive character, jack of all trades, kitsch collection, literally prized possession, now let me carry you, #1 dime, (a metric fuckton of others too hard to tease out from the masses) Representative Songs: Half God Half Devil by In This Moment, Inside Out ft. Charlee by the Chainsmokers, The Song of the Caged Bird by Lindsey Stirling, Meet Me on the Battlefield by Svrcina, Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars, Deep in the Meadow by Jennifer Lawrence, Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling ft. Izzy Hale, Call of Silence by Hiroyuki Sawano

Views

Self Image: morally & skillfully assertive, personally self-conscious How others picture her: tbd How she views the future and the past: important to one’s current situation, but irrelevant to one’s character

Perception

Public face: mildly concerned Mood most often in: neutral Sense of humor: dry, sassy, deadpan Temper: mild

Miscellaneous

Hopes and dreams: become a mother, have a family, save lives Fears and Nightmares: loneliness, inadequacy, emptiness Best Quality: reliability Greatest Flaw: self-conscious Character Strengths: medical care Character Weaknesses: pvp combat Quirks: half smiles, nonconventional sitting Greatest Joy: spending time with children, young soldiers, loved ones Greatest Fear: aplatonic intimacy (as well as its lack), loneliness Biggest wish: soldiers to arrive home safely Soft spot: children, the vulnerable Biggest regret: murder Biggest accomplishment: escaping from a titan’s stomach & jaws Most valued possession(s): switchblade, notebooks, red hair ribbon Darkest secret: gender & sexuality troubles Motivation: her soldiers Immediate goals: survive & ensure the survival of others Long term goals: mechanical/medical improvement, family Polite or rude: dependent/neutral Stingy or generous: generous Leader or a follower: as needed Alone or in a group: alone Optimist or pessimist: realist Introvert or extrovert: introvert Logical or emotional: logical Messy or neat: neat Working or relaxing: working Confident or unsure: realistic Animal lover: yes

// updated 7/24/2020

[sevenpabosandabunchoffans]

The Meaning of Family | From Friends to Spouses {Part 5}

Characters: Min Yoongi, Original Characters, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jennie Kim

Words: 2589

Genre: College Student!Yoongi, Parents!Namjin

Warnings: fluffy Jimin and Jennie, mentions of premature labor and birth

Summary: “Do Yoongi and Sophia get married?”; Yoongi and Sophia take the next step in their relationship, but not without a few bumps along the way; Time Period - the end of Yoongi and Sophia’s first year of college, third trimester of the pregnancy (ranging from 30-34 weeks specifically); Ages: Jin - 36, Namjoon - 35, Yoongi - 19, Sophia - 19, Hoseok - 18, Jimin - 16, Taehyung - 16, Jennie - 15, Jungkook - 14, Sammie - not even a day old

A/N: Sorry I’ve been MIA! I’m not sure how many people saw the post, but my sister went into premature labor Monday morning (she’s only 35 weeks), so I spent two days at the hospital, and then she came home yesterday morning after they slowed down the labor enough that her contractions were practically nonexistent. Although she called earlier while Sammie and I were hanging out trying to get a hold of my mom because her contractions had started up again and she was going back to the hospital. I’m still waiting on an update from that. But I will definitely be on for a long time now with the comeback approaching! Please send me any and all asks so we can fangirl together!!

Previous Part

Yoongi walked into his parents’ house after getting off work. Since finals week had just finished for him, he worked nearly all day at the music store, getting off just in time for pizza night with his family. As he entered the residence, he saw one of his younger brothers pouting on the couch. “What’s with you?” He asked Jimin.

Jimin just grumbled in response, Yoongi only catching ‘doesn’t love me’ and ‘cuddles’. As he entered the kitchen and saw Jennie helping Sophia put together some gift bags while Jin decorated cupcakes, he understood what Jimin was pouting over. “Hey, Yoongi~” Jin greeted without looking up from the task at hand. “Your dad should be home with the pizza soon.”

Yoongi nodded in response before making his way to Sophia, pressing his lips to hers. “How’s it coming?” They were currently preparing for the baby shower that would be taking place the next day. Sophia’s favorite animal was a giraffe and her favorite color was purple, so that was what she decided on as the theme for both the shower and nursery. Jin decided to take over completely once the theme was decided, working alongside Sophia’s mother to plan out the shower, only he was going to the extremes trying to make it perfect for his unborn granddaughter.

“I don’t know what’s more stressful, this shower or finals week next week.” Sophia answered honestly, and Yoongi rubbed her back.

“Well, don’t get too stressed.”

“Aww, you two are so cute!” Jennie squealed before yelling towards her boyfriend. “Why can’t you be like that?!”

“You’re the one who’s refusing cuddles!” Jimin’s voice replied, and the 15-year-old girl rolled her eyes.

“Do you think this looks like a giraffe?” Jin asked, holding up the cupcake that he had been working on for the past 10 minutes alone so the younger people in the room could see it.

“Oh my gosh, it’s amazing!” Sophia gushed over the dessert. “I love it, it looks great!”

“It looks delicious too.” Yoongi said, subtly licking his lips as he looked at the sweet.

“Don’t even think about it, Yoongi~” Jin told his oldest son. “These are for tomorrow.” Jin set the cupcake down and started decorating the rest of them, Jennie soon abandoning them to give in to Jimin’s whines.

The baby shower went smoothly, much to both Sophia and Jin’s relief, and Sophia navigated her finals week with minor stress. It was when she started working full time at the preschool that things began to get rough. Having to work the majority of the day around a bunch of hyper, screaming young children would be stressful for anyone, but it was especially hard on Sophia as she was approaching her 34th week of pregnancy. She was feeling sleep deprived, sore, and overall just ready for the pregnancy to be over with. Yoongi was also beginning to feel exhausted over having to walk on eggshells around Sophia, which seemed moot because they ended up having small arguments almost every night after they each got home from work. Thankfully those were all solved very quickly, and they would still end the night cuddling in bed as they fell asleep.

It was early June at the preschool when Jin noticed something off about Sophia. She was pouring water into cups for when the kids would wake up for snack time while Jin was distributing banana slices along paper towels at each of the children’s seats when she suddenly groaned quietly and grabbed her stomach. “You okay?” Jin was immediately worried for his soon to be daughter in law.

Sophia nodded as she grimaced. “Yeah, I’m just pregnant.” Jin mentally commended her for keeping things lighthearted, but his concern didn’t drop any as he went back to setting out the snacks. Especially when she would do the same thing every so often for the rest of the afternoon.

It was after all the kids had left for the day and the two of them were going through the lock up routine that the concern peaked. Sophia cried out as Jin was logging out of the computer in the office, making him immediately run into the main room where Sophia had lowered herself into a chair and was clutching her stomach. He rushed over to her and crouched in front of her, taking her hand. “I think we need to get you to the hospital.”

Sophia looked at him wide eyed, the pain she was feeling evident in her gaze. “But Yoongi-“

“I’ll call Yoongi on the way, don’t worry.” He helped her out of the chair and led her out to his car.

Yoongi was taking his 15-minute break in the employee breakroom when his phone began to ring. He answered as soon as he saw it was his dad but was unable to get a greeting out before his heart was dropping. “I think Sophia might be in labor so we’re on our way to the hospital.”

Yoongi silently panicked for a few seconds before saying the most prominent thought in his head. “But she’s only 34 weeks.”

“I know,” Jin sighed. “Hopefully she’s not in labor. We’re almost at the hospital, I’ll text you what room she gets put in.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” Yoongi quickly went to his boss’ office and convinced him to let him leave early so he could rush to the hospital.

Over at the Kim house, Jimin and Jennie were sitting on the couch, her sitting in his lap as they shared small kisses and quiet giggles, thanks to being kicked out of his and Taehyung’s bedroom after Taehyung claimed their “sickening coupleyness” was distracting him from his homework. They both looked up as the front door opened, Namjoon entering the house with a concerned look on his face. “Hey, dad, what movie are we watching tonight?”

“None~” Jimin’s eyes furrowed as Namjoon went to the hallway to tell the other three teenagers in the house to get ready to go. Jimin was left confused until Namjoon came back into the living room and finally explained what was going on. “They think Sophia went into preterm labor so we’re all going to the hospital.

It was just Yoongi and Sophia in the hospital room, as her mother hadn’t arrived yet and Jin went to the waiting room to be able to update everyone on what was going on when they finally arrived. “So, she’s really in labor?” Yoongi asked, internally panicking as he was worrying over the safety of his fiancée and their baby.

The doctor nodded. “If she had come in just an hour earlier, we probably would have had enough time to put a stop to it, but she’s already dilated too much that we’ll need to proceed with it.”

A nurse came up, filling a syringe with some sort of drug as Sophia turned to look at Yoongi. “We don’t even have a name picked out yet.”

Yoongi squeezed her hand, which he had not let go of since arriving at the hospital and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “We’ll have one by the time she gets here.”

“Okay,” they both looked at the doctor, “we’re about to inject you with some magnesium sulfate to slow your labor down and a steroid to help your baby develop a little quicker to help her when she does come out. Our hope is that your water will stay intact for another 24 hours so we can give you another dose.” Sophia nodded and closed her eyes while tightening her grip on Yoongi as they gave her the shots, she had never been a big fan of needles. “Now, we’re going to transport you to UAMS in Little Rock.”

Eventually the two families were outside, coordinating who was going to ride in which car, including Yoongi who hadn’t been allowed to ride in the ambulance to Little Rock with Sophia. “It’ll be okay, Yoongi.” Namjoon assured his oldest son. “You can ride with Sophia’s family, they’ll probably get to the hospital first. I’ll take the twins with me and we’ll get pizza for everyone to have a late dinner when we get there.”

“And I’ll go by y’all’s apartment with Hoseok and Jungkook to get whatever you guys need from there.” Jin offered, and Yoongi didn’t hesitate in giving his dad a key to their place. “We’ll see you there!” Jin called out as Yoongi ran off to Sophia’s mother’s car, which pulled out of the hospital parking lot only a few minutes later.

“I’m guessing we’ll need a couple of more pizzas than normal.” Namjoon commented as the Kim family separated into their two cars.

“Would you mind taking me home before you leave?” Jennie asked. “I would love to stay with you guys, but I’m sure my foster parents want me back.” Namjoon told her that of course they would take her home as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

The rest of Friday night and all through Saturday was spent with everyone in that hospital feeling restless. Sophia’s mother stayed in the room with her and Yoongi while everyone else settled down in the waiting room. There was a family room specifically for sleeping one floor up from where they were, so they all took turns sleeping in there, making sure there was always a few people in the waiting room in case Sophia’s mother came out with updates. Yoongi refused to leave Sophia’s side the entire time. If someone looked at them, they probably would have thought their hands were glued together. If she needed help to adjust to a more comfortable position, he was immediately up on his feet helping her. Whenever she wanted some of the ice chips she was permitted to consume, he was there with the spoon to her mouth before she could even ask. Every time a nurse came in to check on her, the first thing out of his mouth would be asking how things looked and if their daughter was still okay. At one point, a contraction hit Sophia while he was in the bathroom, and after that Sophia’s mother had to practically force him to go to the bathroom when he needed to because he was too scared to leave Sophia’s side for even a single second.

It was around lunch time on Saturday when Sophia and Yoongi finally began to discuss baby names. After nearly an hour of discussion and no name, they decided to enlist the help of their family. Sophia’s mother went out to the waiting room to retrieve the lunches for her and Yoongi that Jin and Namjoon had purchased, and at that point she asked Jungkook if she could borrow his hat. “Yoongi and Sophia have decided to ask us for our suggestions for the baby’s name,” she explained as she wrote down something on a slip of paper and placed it in the cap, “so all of you write down a name you like, both first and middle, and place it in here for them to look over.”

It was nearing the 24-hour mark after her shots when Hoseok sat down next to Namjoon. “I have my advising appointment to schedule my classes at UACCM Monday, do you think I’ll still be able to make it, or should I go ahead and reschedule it?”

Namjoon was quick to shake his head. “You can still go to your appointment.” Namjoon assured him as Jin’s phone buzzed. “Even if she’s still in labor then, we’re not gonna force you to stay here if you have to go somewhere.”

Jin jumped up and yelled out to get everyone’s attention. “Her water just broke~” The nurse had been preparing to give her the second dose of magnesium sulfate and the steroid when her water broke, meaning her labor would begin to progress much more quickly. “They’re just waiting for her to dilate to a 10 so she can start pushing.”

From that moment on, no one in the waiting room dared to speak or leave for any reason, waiting for the text to come that said the little girl had been born. A couple of hours after her water broke, Sophia was screaming as she tried to bring a new life into the world. Yoongi was holding her hand, not caring that it felt like she was crushing his bones as he whispered praises to her and continuously splayed kisses on her face. It was just past midnight when a small cry was heard in the room, and the nurses immediately rushed the baby out of the birthing room and into the NICU unit to stabilize her. “Is my baby okay?” were the first words out of Sophia’s mouth when a nurse came back into the room.

“The doctors are getting her in an incubator now.” The nurse told the couple before attempting to help Sophia out of the bed. “Let’s get you into the shower and cleaned up.”

Sophia shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere until I’ve seen my baby.”

“We need to get you cleaned up.” The nurse insisted.

“It’s okay, Soph,” Yoongi comforted her, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Just take a shower and they’ll bring her in here.”

It was about 45 minutes after Jin received the text that the baby had been born when Sophia’s mother came to the waiting room. Everyone immediately stood up, ready to ask questions, but she was already speaking before anyone could open their mouths. “4 pounds and 15 oz, 12 inches long.” She shared the baby’s size first. “And she’s fine. The doctors said she’s already breathing well on her own, but that she’ll need to stay in an incubator in the NICU for a few weeks before she can come home, but she’s still completely fine.” Everyone felt relief rush through them as soon as it was confirmed that the newest addition to the family was okay.

“When can we see her?” Taehyung was quick to ask, having been the most excited to be an uncle due to how much he loved kids.

“Right now, they just want the grandparents to meet her, and then you guys can come in pairs.” Sophia’s mom answered. “They don’t want to overcrowd the room.”

Taehyung pouted, but understood and stepped back as Jin and Namjoon followed her back into the room. They entered it to see Sophia sitting on the edge of the bed, hair still damp from her shower, with Yoongi behind her, wiping tears away as he looked down at the small baby in the incubator in front of them. A nurse had opened one of the panels on the side so that Sophia could slip her hand in and the 19-year-old mother was lightly stroking her newborn’s hand as she smiled down at him.

“She’s so tiny~” Jin whispered breathlessly, feeling his own tears forming as his eyes fell on his granddaughter for the first time.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Dads?” Yoongi asked without removing his gaze from the infant in the room.

“Just like her mother~” Namjoon replied, and Sophia was too mesmerized by her daughter to even feign embarrassment at the compliment. “Did you finally decide on a name?”

The couple shared a look and smiled at each other before Sophia looked up. “Samantha Rose~”

“That’s beautiful.” Jin complimented the name choice, wondering which of the family had suggested it as he moved closer to the incubator and looked down at Samantha. “Hi there, Sammie~”

Next Part

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[freefallingforfanfiction]

Super Strange Things

Chapter Four: Is This Real Life or Is This Just Fantasy

Pairing: Johnathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter: An awkward car ride home turn out better than Y/N expected. 

Warning: Warped time line.

Tagging: @loquaciousmelanin @laurel-celestial @shortykatezey @bands-and-shietz @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @myshakespeareandarling @precious-cinnamon-roll666 @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @castelo-amado

Authors Note: I think I got everyone that asked to be tagged but if I missed you please send me a message and I’ll be happy to start tagging you! :)

Series Masterlist

The car ride back to the Byers residence was deafeningly quiet; Jonathan hadn’t turned on the radio, and you had not attempted to speak to him after the car doors closed and encased the two of you in a sad, awkward silence.

Instead, you had opted for slipping off your black boots and tucking your legs under your thighs, careful to not expose anything under your skirt. You propped your elbow on the doors arm rest and relaxed your chin the palm of your hand, watching the scenery pass you by.

In the seat next to you, Jonathan sat. His face wasn’t angry, nor was it stoic, instead a state of melancholy had overtaken his features, and you sighed quietly to yourself.

You felt horrible about what happened. The look on Jonathan’s face when his camera crashed to the ground… It was heartbreaking to say the least, especially knowing that you were the one that caused said heartbreak. You hadn’t meant for things to escalate like that, it was the exact opposite of what you had hoped for, actually. But your temper had gotten the best of you.

I’m so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you rested your head against the cool glass of the car window, shutting your burning eyes. You bit your trembling lip and steeled your face. You were a Winchester. Winchester’s did not cry.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jonathan muttered from the driver’s seat, his voice hoarse.

Jonathan’s voice did not hint sarcasm, but you were sure it had to be in there somewhere. Perhaps he was just too upset, too emotionally drained to fully put the tone into his voice. Because what did he have to thank you for? A broken camera, maybe? Possibly for a new set of bullies? Oh, or maybe even a new and improved reputation as the school pervert?

You laughed dryly, lifting your head up off the glass to look at your more than likely soon to be ex-best-friend, “For what? For coming into your life for less than 48 hours and completely screwing everything up?”

Jonathan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. He swallowed heavily and bit down on his jaw before he lightly shook his head, causing his brown locks to sway gently back and forth.

“No,” Jonathan’s voice was still horse, thick with some emotion you could not place, “Thank you for standing up for me. No one’s ever done that before, besides my mom.”

Suddenly, the overwhelming acrimonious emotions were washed from your person as you blinked up at the boy in the driver’s side seat. He hadn’t taken his eyes from the road, but the melancholy that had been prominent on his facial features only minutes before was replaced with, what you only assumed to be, gratitude.

Slowly, he turned his deep brown gaze on you, and you suddenly felt shy under its intensity. You blinked up at him with doe like eyes, almost in a trace as you ran a hand through your messy H/C locks and nibbled on the corner of your lip. “Any time,” you whispered, watching as a ghost of a smile appeared on Jonathan’s face.

He reached over and softly patted your knee, “Don’t worry about the camera, it wasn’t your fault. He was going to break it no matter what either of us did or said. That’s just who he is.”

You shook your head, sending a flurry of H/C about your face, “No, I shouldn’t have been so snappy with Steve, I was just so mad,” you explained, running your hands through your [curly, wavy, straight] hair once more, “You doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was my fault but they were just so fixated on you,” you leaned back into the worn seats on Jonathan’s car, letting your head hit the back of it. “It got to me, but I was wrong to act the way I did.”

Jonathan shifted his gaze from the road to you once more, and again, the shy feeling returned. You met his gaze uneasily, picking at the sleeve of your [favorite color] flannel that had made its way from around your waist to around your arms in fourth period. Jonathan moved his right hand from the steering wheel again, this time to lay it on your shoulder. His stare was gentle, yet firm as he looked directly into your eyes, “Y/N, please. Don’t blame yourself, it’s like Dean said, were all at fault, we were all stupid.”

You tried to smile at the sweet boy before you, but your heart had stalled in your chest at the unexpected behavior, and you found yourself lost in those deep, brown eyes of his. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth, nothing came out for a moment before your brain finally decided to make a clumsy appearance, allowing you to stammer out a breathy “Okay.”

Jonathan smiled at you fondly before he placed his hand back on the wheel and sped up a bit. And with that simple smile, it was as if all the tension in the car had vanished into thin air. You smiled back at Jonathan as you shifted yourself in the passenger side seat, tuning to towards Jonathan instead of away. You brushed your fingers over the radio, eyeing it quickly before you found the power button and pressed it.

Queen’s Crazy Little Thing Called Love quickly filled the car, and you smiled and rolled the window down, letting the wind further tangle your already matted hair, not noticing Jonathan gazing at you longingly from his seat beside you.

“Sam? Dean? I’m home,” you call as you stepped through the threshold of the small powder blue rent house.

“In the kitchen,” you heard Dean’s gruff voice call back.

“Coming,” you responded, slipping off your black boots and padding over to the cramped kitchen in your skull patterned socks. You leaned against the small yellow stained fridge that came with the house and took in the tranquil scene before you.

Sam was seated at the make shift dining table, his school books and homework packets splayed around him. His face was set in deep concentration as he carefully moved his pencil across the papers, fully absorbed in his work. Dean was at the stove, he had shed his twenty layers of shirts as the kitchen was rather toasty, and had only his white undershirt and indigo flannel, which was rolled up to his elbows as he stood over the stove, stirring a pot of something. You loved walking in on moments like these, moments where everything seemed so normal, you felt as if you were just a regular family, with a mom and dad at work, and a caring older brother to cook the family supper. You smiled lightly and pushed yourself away from the fridge, making your way over to Sammy, you ruffled his hair lightly and kissed the top of his head. He stopped his work to look up and smile at you before he dove back into his science homework.

“What’cha cooking big brother?” you asked as you made your way over to the stove to peer into the pot.

“Homemade hamburger helper.” Dean answered blankly.

“WhAt?!” You screeched, shoving his shoulder aggressively to see what was in the pot. Dean shoved you back easily with one hand, causing you to stumble forward as he let out a loud bark of laughter at your dramatic reaction.

“I’m kidding,” Dean smiled as you pouted up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. You stamped your foot on the ground for emphasis before stomping back over to the stove, where Dean let you peer into the spot. You let out a sign of relief when you saw he was cooking spaghetti.

“Thank the gods,” you mumble as you turned away from the stove and pulled out a chair from under the table and plopped yourself down in it. The metal was cold as it seeped in through your stripped stockings, sending a chill down your spine. You rested your elbow on the table and set your chin on the back of your hand, E/C irises skimming over your brother’s homework.

“What are you working on Sammy?” you asked, your eyes swimming over a wall of text.

“Science homework,” Sam answered, “Today we started discussing the causes and effects of regional climates,” he elaborated. Then he turned his large puppy eyes on Dean, “But I just finished. So can I go meet the guys?”

“The guys?” you asked, quirking a brow. Sam rolled his eye at you and the knowing smirk you had on your face, but answered you anyway. “Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.”

“To do what?” you asked curiously, setting your eyes on your baby brother. His face held a small amount of excitement as he looked back and forth between you and Dean, his brown locks swishing at the motion.

“Well, the cover up story is that were playing DND.” Sam said, causing Dean to turn around and give Sam a questioning look.

“Dungeons and Dragons,” Sam said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You grinned and blew some of your stray looks out of your face, “Phft, nerd.”

Sam playfully narrowed his gaze at you and you sent him a wink, knowing exactly what DND was.

“But we’re actually going search for Will,” Sam continued, ignoring your brothers extraordinarily confused look as watched the two of you at the table. “So can I go?”

Dean whipped his hands on the dish towel, his brows furrowing as he thought it over. Sam gave his sweetest eyes, and you could see Dean internally groan and give in. “Fine. But be careful.”

Sam grinned ear to ear and shot up from the table and to the hallway where he snatched up his jacket, “Hey!” Dean called, causing your younger brother’s head to whip around to face your older brother, “This isn’t going to be a nightly occurrence, you hear me?”

Sam nodded his head sharply, but the small smile that graced his lips never left as he waved goodbye to the two of you and jetted out the door.

You hummed to yourself quietly, causing Dean to send you a questioning look. “I never thought I’d see the day you let Sammy out of the house by himself,” you mused, picking up Sam’s discarded pencil and twirling it between your fingers.

Dean sighed and flipped the dish rag he was holding over his shoulder and walked back to the stove to stir the pot. “Gotta let him have some freedom every now and then, otherwise you know what happens.”

Your face dropped slightly at Dean’s words, the memory of how angry your dad had been at the both of you the weekend Sam had run off during a hunt. It had taken you almost a week to track him down, and though it was both of your faults, John and ultimately put the blame on Dean, the eldest.

“Yea,” you muttered under your breath, “I guess so.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, Dean finishing up the pot of spaghetti, and you doodling on the back of one of Sam’s homework assignments. The only noises that filled the kitchen was the pencil scrapping against paper and the metal spoon hitting against the black pot.

When the spaghetti was finished you took out the paper plates and fixed yourselves some food, you each had a warm bottle of coke to drink while you chatted easily about the school day you had had before the Steve fiasco.

“Yea, I was just walking down the hall, and suddenly the janitors closet is tossed open, and three arms reach up and grab me by my collar-” Dean’s dramatic tale of being kidnapped by high school girls was cut off as a sharp ring sounded through the quiet house.

“I’ll get it,” you said as you pushed yourself away from the table and hopped to your feet. You jogged over to the phone and snatched it up off the hook, answering it with a brisk “Hello?”

“Y/N, its dad,” your father’s tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Oh, hey dad. When are you coming home, Dean cooked spaghetti, don’t want it getting cold you do?”

You could hear voices in the back ground but you weren’t able to make out what they were saying, you could only hear the rushed tones the people spoke in.

“I don’t think I’ll be making it home anytime soon, sweetheart,” your dad said, and this time you could hear the dismay in his voice.

You swallowed heard, almost afraid to ask the question, because you knew what he was about to tell you. But it didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel real. It wasn’t, was it?

“Why?” you forced the word from your lungs and waited with baited breath for your dad to give you the answer you dreaded the most.

You heard your dad let out a heavy sigh from the other end of the receiver before he answered you. “Someone just found a body at the quarry,” he started, “And it’s been identified as Will Byers.”

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan buyers x you #steve harrington #Nancy Wheeler #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #Will Byers #mileven #supernatural #supernatural imagine #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine #john winchester #jim hopper #joyce byers

[onlyjihoons]

traffic police!seongwoo

(repost)a/n; ong's installment of my policeman!w1 collab w iris @alliwannado-w1,, and mb by the very talented xuan @hwinkinghwi!

prompt:  “It’s 2 in the morning and i was just trying to get home but i left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and i drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping”

ong had a liking to cars since he was young

and he thought traffic police were cool, having the ability to make people listen with the snap of their fingers

also because his father was a reckless driver, almost landing the family into accidents a few times

he wanted the roads to be safe for everyone

he was also hella stoked to get his first license, and passed it with flying colours on the first round

nearly failed the police academy though, he was good at practical tests but bad at theory test because it requires a lot of memorising

anyhow, he was awarded one of the higher honours of distinction when he graduated the police academy

alongside with fellow traffic police!daniel at Gangnam police post, they do meet up once a week to drink

sometimes gets too drunk that daniel needs to carry him over to his place...

"d-daniel hyunggggggg!!!!"

"hyung, i think you got the wrong idea--"

"shush baby, i know you like me--"

"no, hyung. youre drunk. get out of it."

sorry ongniel shippers

but when he's sober though, he will keep daniel in check

"stop eating jellies, you'll die of diabetes before you can even die whilst on duty"

often patched to patrol because he cant seem to write reports that well

both drunk and sober girls and boys hit on him because he is that good looking

instead of this number, they get a ticket from him

take his job seriously though, despite his playful façade

likes to spike daniel's morning tea with 6 packets of sugar

and paste screenshots of jihoon's aegyo all over the younger's desk

but when traffic police!ong comes in play though, he is indeed, very very very serious and looks really really really hot

i mean quite literally, because he might've accidentally turned on the heater too high during the winter

causing the car to be a sauna

bites his lip in concentration, taking down every single detail

has a keen eye, able to tell the speed of a car just by 1 look

sometimes he gets tasked to check the expiry timing for parking coupons and may or may not have taken a selca or two with the fancy looking cars

and posts them on instagram

but honestly no mercy when offering tickets?? like santa claus but traffic tickets

likes to take notes with a ball point pen, cap in between his lips

remember what i said about people hitting on him when they get stopped by ong?? the female officers in the station do hit on ong as well

but has no qualms of dating people, he would like to achieve at least a commander post, then paying a little more attention to his love life

not that he has none, but those didnt seem to work out as ong priortises work over love

which sometimes is a turn off but honestly no one really does think it is

you were working overtime for your job, and you left the sunroof open of your car because your car seemed to have some smell and you wanted to get rid of it

by the time you were done with your work, it was already 2am

you sighed as you took off your heels and put your work bag on the passenger seat beside you

it was a long day, working from 9am to 2am

all you needed was some animal to be in your car and wreck havoc

well jinx

there was a squeaking sound from the backseat of your car, and you even made sure it wasn't the work of your rusty brakes

you looked back to see a squirrel staring at you, as it blinked its eyes back at you

you screamed, as your brain lost control of your hand coordination and made you barge into a lamp post

you cursed on your luck, as you could hear the sirens of the traffic police approach you

you got out of the car, inspected the damage the squirrel inflicted

"are you okay?" was the first thing you heard from the traffic police

"yeah i'm fine, i drove into this because i left my sunroof open and a squirrel came into my car--"

you could barely finish your explaination as you heard laughter from the traffic police beside you

he was crouching down, clutching his stomach and eyes crinkling, hand occasionally hitting his tigh

"so you're saying, you drove into the lamp post because of your negligence and a squirrel?"

"y...yes."

"wow"

now you were wondering if the traffic police officer was nuts, because he was supposed to help you, not laugh at you

he cleared his throat, as you glanced at his face, it was really cute

"i'm sorry, but i'd still have to issue you a ticket for driving into the lamp post...because of a squirrel"

"what--"

"no special treatment, young lady, you were the one who drove into the lamp post, not the squirrel."

you groaned as the officer tore a ticket from the electronic ticket printer

"please pay the fine by this coming saturday, all damages done to your car will be repaired at your own cost." the officer with the name "ong sw" on his name tag said as he took down some notes

"you can pay at any post office, or simply at any police station if you'd like," officer ong huffed, with 2 hands tucked into the uniform pocket, "and please do not leave the sunroof open again, lest more animals reside in your car."

"yes, thank you for your concern."

"then, i will take my leave." officer ong bowed, as he retired back to his car

you looked at your ticket, then at the traffic police car that just left,,

"he's so cute"

you had a day off the next day bc your boss felt bad that you had to work overtime

so why not use the time to pay for your traffic fine!!!

you didnt have a post office near where you lived, so you had to make a trip down to the police station which was a 3 minute walk away

you trudgingly wore your pyjamas(an oversized tshirt and shorts) to the police station, your wallet and phone in hand

"hi, i'm here to pay for my...fine."

the officer at the front desk was a lady, with the name tag "kang seulgi"

"ah... you're the one ong was talking about just now..." she mumbled to herself, almost smirking, "can i have your ticket and identification card please."

you passed her the neccesary documents, as she began to type on the computer in front of her

"y/n, someone has paid for your fine already." seulgi looked up from the computer

"what?"

"yeah, it was paid last morning, but the system doesn't show who paid for it." she scratched her head, "weird, who comes into the police station at 4am to pay a stranger's fine?"

you were rejoicing internally, controlling yourself to not break out in your happy dance, "then... i don't need to pay for it?"

"yeah, since it was paid for." seulgi nodded as she handed you back your documents, "the person that helped you to pay your fine is really kind."

"yeah theyre sure are," you smiled, "thank you for your work!"

with that, you left the police station skipping happily

you didn't think you would come out of the police station happy, but yeah you did lol

you hear someone clear their throat, and you whipped your head around, it was officer ong from yesterday, in his exact same uniform

"i guess you have to thank me for that," he thrusted his head towards the entrance of the police station, "i had to chip in part of my measely salary as a traffic police to pay for your fine."

"did you really?" you frowned, "the system didn't show the name of the payee though."

"who on earth would be at the police station to pay a fine at 4am unless theyre on a night shift?" he winked

it all clicked now

"ah...i see."

"perhaps you can repay me with a dinner date? you see pretty cute you know."

you blushed, not expecting such a cute traffic police officer to pick you up like that

"sure, where do we meet?"

read jihoon’s part here and here, woojin’s part here, daniel’s part here. masterlist// requests are open.

#wanna one scenarios #ong seongwoo scenarios #wanna one #ong seongwoo

[maeleeme]

HER

Chapter 02: Beginning

A/N: Story also crossposted in AO3 & AFF.

| Inner thoughts in Italics |

Staring at the screen, Namjoon languidly nodded in agreement. Standing at approximately 5’6” was a petite woman with a sun kissed face with soft rounded cheeks and a cute button nose. Her wide-set eyes were like pools of dark chocolate, framed by neatly plucked eyebrows shaped into a perfect arch.  Her lips plump, an attractive rose budded colour which were currently smiling at the camera displaying a set of perfect teeth. She was beautiful… just wasn’t his type.

He glanced at the two members and noticed Jimin so concentrated on the woman. That’s a first… Slowly, a cheshire smile appeared on Namjoon’s face.

“I think our Jiminnie has a crush!” he called out teasingly.

Jimin awkwardly coughed and looked away from the television screen, suddenly caught off guard.

“Just saying she was pretty. That’s all hyung…” he said nonchalantly, shrugging his defined shoulders before picking up the remote and moving the channel into the music chart show he originally was meant to watch before he got distracted.

“It’s not like I’ll ever meet her…” he whispered, not realising Namjoon had heard the whole thing.

Namjoon guffawed, not believing what he had just heard. “What was that Jiminnie?!”

“Ah—ah.. nothing hyung! Just saying how I can’t wait when we starting promoting again soon.” Jimin pointedly indicated towards the screen. Now that wasn’t a lie. BTS were hoping to release an album soon which was to become a part of their chronology.

“Ne.. ne—” Namjoon teased — “You nearly sounded like our international ARMY fans when they compare the limited interaction they get in comparison to our Korean ARMY fans.”

Jimin was about to retort back when Jin-hyung called from the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready guys! Wash up and come to the table while its still hot!”

“Finally!!” Jungkook yelled out eagerly before rushing towards the kitchen.

To avoid further grilling, Jimin immediately followed the maknae to the kitchen where the rest of the members resided, hoping Namjoon-hyung doesn't bring up the subject again.

Minutes before…

Showtime, Mia thought as the car slowly came to a halt in front of the theatre where the premier was being held, neatly stopping in front of the half a mile red carpet specially set out for this special occasion. Outside, the environment was charged with excitement with one side of the venue consisting with crowds of enthusiastic people lining against the barrier while the other side consisted of press junkets all awaiting behind the winding stanchion with their camera; all set up to interview her and her colleagues. Movie posters were scattered throughout the site and plastered against the railing with the sole purpose to promote the film. A long backdrop could also be seen at the end of the carpet where some of her fellow colleagues were already posing in front of forever hungry paparazzi's.

“Mia…” a voice called out, halting Mia’s admiration of the venue before glancing at Haeun-unnie who was sitting right beside her. Having been in the film industry for only four years, it never failed to astound and surprise Mia of how far she had come and the support she has received and continues to receive from her fans. She was truly honoured and blessed.

“You know me... I don’t mean to pry but what’s happened the past couple of months and what’s happened between you and Rob—“

“Unnie! It’s fine... I’m fine.” Mia insisted. “I just don’t want to waste any more minute mulling over that jerk” — she exasperated  — “I’m just glad I found him out before it got any deeper… does that make sense?” Mia asked glancing at her unnie, her eyes also insisting Haeun to not discuss the subject any further. She was in a good place in her life now.

Slowly nodding her head, “As your manager… but firstly your caring unnie—“ Haeun slowly teased — “I want to make sure you're in a right frame of mind. Specially with all of this going on.” she said seriously while nudging her head towards the chaotic site outside.

Mia gently smiled, “I am unnie… I wouldn’t lie to you now.” she said before cutely sticking her tongue out towards her to break the somber vibe. “I know how you love to report everything to Eomeoni in regards to everything about me. I just wished you wouldn’t go into too much detail… I’m 22 for pit sake! Not an irresponsible teen wilding out painting the whole town red!”

Haeun laughed along with Mia. She preferred this Mia. A carefree Mia. As her first cousin, it hurt her when Mia went through such difficult situations. As a close family member, Haeun knew Mia inside out; before the film offers, the fame, before the million dollar contracts. Heck! she had gotten quite acquainted with Mia when she went through her teen angst years. So when Mia was hurt, Haeun was also hurting. She was like the dongsaeng she never had and likewise, Haeun truly wanted only the best thing for her. 
 Besides Mark who was Mia's younger brother, men has traipsed through her life and caused more hurt than necessary. Sadly started by her own father.

“What’s with the long face unnie? We have no time for your melodramatics tonight!” Mia said teasingly. “My crowd awaits for me!” she shouted dramatically before fluttering her eyelashes and framing her petite face with both hands.

“Araso.. araso. Let’s go hotshot!”

"Just saying!”

Security moved towards Mia’s side of the car before prying the door open. Taking a slow deep breath in advance to calm her racing heart, Mia then gracefully got out of the car and smiled towards the excited audience. 
 Wanting to keep it simple, Mia wore a slim fitting nude dress, held by two thin spaghetti straps upfront before crisscrossing behind her nude back while her jet black hair was expertly tousled up with soft curled ringlets framing her face. For jewellery, she kept it minimal with a pair of diamond earrings and a white gold thin bracelet encasing her left wrist; both of which were gifts from her Eomma and dongsaeng. A little piece of them that she could bring along to this type of events; her own good luck charms. 
To the people around her, she simply looked stunning and elegant.  Screams increased in volume at her entrance and she could just about pick up her name being called out by the swarm of people. She glided towards the carpet before stopping midway between the press and the crowd. As per protocol, she faced the blinding cameras first to pose for the paparazzi to promote the film and when it was finally acceptable to move on, Mia turned and greeted the crowd.

“Hey guys! Thanks for coming along and I hope you guys haven’t been waiting for too long…”

“I will wait till the end of time for you!!!” one man shouted enthusiastically, one hand animatedly waving a magazine with her recent photoshoot cover on; with a marker pen in the other.

Grabbing the pen and the magazine altogether, Mia quickly signed her autograph before returning them back to their rightful owner. “Thank you but you’re too kind.” With one last smile she moved down the red carpet greeting her fans and repeating this same process for the next couple of minutes before Haeun-unnie gently touched her forearm and leaned towards her to whisper in her ear.

“You’ve got a quick interview with Tara from Movie Screen Junk.” Haeun said before nodding her head towards one side of the barricade. Nodding her head to show she was aware of the situation, Mia thanked the current person she was speaking to before moving towards the section where the interviews were specifically being held.

“Good to see you again Tara!”

“And you Mia! I also think that congratulations are in order! Looking at this rowdy crowd and according to reviews from the previews, it looks like you have another award winning film bagged.”

“Thank you but I can’t take all the credit! I’ll have to say that our lovely director John Thompson did such an amazing job showcasing the story. All I did was read the script and hope I did a good enough job portraying the character.” Mia jibed jokingly. “But on a serious note, everyone worked extremely hard in order to feature the story and do it justice. Sometimes it can be difficult to transition a books plot line into film and I think John did an exceptional job. It specially helped that we had the author come along to set and worked along with the actors during the filming process. It specially helped me get into the nitty gritty of my character.”

“I think you did more than read the script…”

The interview went on for a couple of minutes before Mia thanked Tara and was directed by the staff to enter the theatre hall in preparation to preview the film. After two hours of watching herself on screen, Mia decided that she wasn’t prepared for the after party and decided to head straight back to her hotel room alongside Haeun who was extremely happy with the films outcome but more than ready to relax. Both knew that they had busy schedules to fulfil for the next couple of months to promote the film so anytime free was golden in their eyes.

Settling herself comfortably in the car for the drive back to the hotel room, she excitedly shouted at Andrew; her driver for the night to play her ‘jams’. Closing her eyes, she contentedly listened.

Soft piano keys started to play in the background before a soothing hum could be heard then a deep voice started to slowly rap. Yes BTS. Hold me tight! Mia smiled dreamily.

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bangtan fanfic #BTS jimin #park jimin #jimin x oc #jiminxoc #noona

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{PART 19} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Not knowing whether to stay and fight, or run and protect you; Jungkook gets thrown into a world of fear and panic. Meanwhile, Yoongi and Serrena battle for victory in the silent game of war they play;

“How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 18} {Part 19} {Part 20}

You were frozen solid to the chair as you maintained eye-contact with the person whom you knew murdered your parents all those years ago. Your mind raced with the images of the countless drawings your brother had given you; and they matched him almost to perfection. What was more disturbing however, was the fact that he was staring straight back at you – as if you were the only other person in the room. You couldn’t force your gaze away from his intense, dark orbs; and it was almost like he was reaching into your soul with the half-crazed look in his eye.

Jungkook quickly looked back over his shoulder – observing the four figures shifting their weight at the top of the steps; before to his horror, they began slowly descending the staircase, as bold as brass.

“Jungkook” Serrena stood up suddenly – fully aware that your heart was beating way too fast, but not knowing exactly as to why. Every single Vampire in the room could practically taste the fear that resided within you, but you weren’t the only one that was stricken with such terror.

“Jimin – my darling, what’s wrong?!” Taehyung whisper-shouted to Jimin upon seeing him behaving in a much similar fashion to you – his breathing erratic and his eyes full of fright as he clutched on to Taehyung’s grasp.

“It’s him...the one who bit me – I can feel it now, he’s the one” Jimin was barely able to talk as his eyes darted between Taehyung and the same figure that was staring directly at you. Serrena and Jeonju heard his words loud and clear, while Taehyung felt like someone had just single-handedly ripped his guts out with a cold, steel knife. “He...he bit him...and left him for dead? My own brother...” Taehyung could have fallen apart right then and there.

“Jungkook, Taehyung – get them both out of here...right now” Serrena spoke sharply as her eyes took a deathly serious form. “I will keep them here for as long as I can. Go to the Manor and stay there – we will join you as soon as possible” she added, with the rest of Jungkook’s family instantly sitting up in their seats as they all took a defensive stance. The Jeon family knew that they couldn’t just get up and secure Yoongi where he stood; for humans were in their presence as well. Everything had to be done in secret – to avoid any drama or scandal that could be printed about the event.

Without any further need to hesitate, Jungkook’s fight or flight mode kicked in. He knew that he had to protect you at all costs – and as much as he wanted to face the monster that turned your life upside down and shattered your world into a million different pieces, he knew that getting you out of harm’s way and into a safe place was his number one priority.

“(Y/N), we need to go – now” he spoke firmly, grabbing you from underneath your shoulders before almost pulling you like a ragdoll into his chest. Before you even had time to realise what was happening, Jungkook was quickly guiding you in the direction of the fire-escape hallway at the back of the event room – with Taehyung doing the same to Jimin as they both never looked back once.

“Jungkook – I...I can’t breathe I...I –“ you began, but you couldn’t even find the strength to finish as you felt overcome with dizzy-sickness.

“Hold on (Y/N), just hold on to me and I –“ Jungkook cut his own sentence off upon swinging open the heavy fire-escape doors, feeling your heartbeat dangerously pound in behind your rib-cage. After you both managed to step out into the hallway that lead to the back door of the building, he observed huge droplets of sweat on your forehead, running down your face and cascading over your neck. “If she doesn’t calm down, she’s going to have a damn heart-attack”

Jungkook then took it upon himself to sweep you up into his arms in a bridal-style, knowing that your legs wouldn’t be able to carry your weight for much longer. But as he did – he felt you slip from your own consciousness; and you had truly passed out due to so much shock.

“Is she –“

“She’s fine” Jungkook cut a worried Taehyung off. “It’s better this way – her body will relax and we can move quicker” he seethed through his teeth. “What’s wrong with Jimin?” Jungkook asked – all three Vampires now running down the hallway at lightning speed with you passed out and oblivious in Jungkook’s arms, before Taehyung made the doors in front of them burst open with his own telekinetic powers, and all four of you being engulfed by the cool, night air.

“Jungkook...he bit Jimin. He’s the one who turned him” Taehyung muttered almost breathlessly, hardly able to collect his thoughts as he held on to Jimin’s hand even tighter.

“God damn him...fuck!” Jungkook spat angrily into the night, as they made their way to the valet service cubicle to collect their keys.

A few moments later, Jungkook had gently placed you in the passenger’s seat of his car, before securing the seatbelt around you and getting into the driver’s side and locking all the doors.

“Follow me to the Manor – and stay on my tail. Don’t stop for anything...we have to get there as quickly as possible. Mother will hold them for as long as she can, but let’s not take any chances. Do you understand me?” Jungkook ordered his cousin after letting his window down to converse with Taehyung who was currently with Jimin in his black, BMW X5 land-rover series.

“Yes my Prince – we’ll talk again at the Manor” Taehyung replied quickly, before Jungkook nodded at him, both Vampires exchanging unspoken words of confusion and fear to each other with their eyes. Jungkook took one final look at the poor sight you in the seat beside him– listening carefully to your heartbeat and observing your vitals with his Vampiric prowess, which let him know that you were stabilising at long last. And with that, Jungkook sped off in his BMW i8 – the tires screeching on the ground in wake of his haste to get away, as Taehyung proceeded to follow hot on his heels; both Vampires trying to protect the precious cargo that each of their vehicles held - the ones they loved the most.

“I swear I’ll protect you, (Y/N). Until my dying breath, I’ll defend you with my entire existence”

Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin observed you, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin making a break for the back door – and seconds later, Yoongi felt all of your presences vacate the building.

“...why are they leaving?” Namjoon spoke up as they all reached the bottom of the steps – the chatter in the room becoming livelier again, but every single Vampire had their sights set on them.

“Fucked if I know” Yoongi replied with spite in his voice. “...why did she have that look on her face? She’s never seen me before...does she know who I am?” he battled inside his head.

“If we move quickly, Jin and I can go back out the way we came and cut them off – you and Joon can run after them and –“

“Don’t be so fucking stupid! We...we can’t do that now” Yoongi raised his voice a fraction, glaring at Hoseok with burning eyes. “God damn you, Jungkook” Yoongi cursed his younger cousin for completely ruining his half-assed plan to confront both you and him at the ball – as he knew that now, he had Serrena to deal with. And; as if right on cue, Serrena slinked her body around the table, motioning at Yoongi to come forward to her from across the room.

“Yoongi! My darling – what a surprise it is to see you! And a relief as well! Come, come to aunty Serrena...I’ve been so...worried about you!” her grand voice beckoned him as Yoongi let a scowl unfold on his features. “And bring your little friends over too – it’d be so nice to have a chat with you all! Come...now” her voice took a slight menacing tone as her eyes glistened with a certain wickedness.

“Fuck” Yoongi screamed internally, knowing that he had no other choice but to comply with the wishes of his Queen. It was no secret – even to natum lamia’s, that female Vampires were the stronger and more formidable of their entire species, compared with their male Vampire counterparts. As much as he hated the Jeon’s and as much as he despised the Queen...Yoongi knew that he was essentially sailing up shit-creak without a paddle. For – if Serrena so wished, she could wipe him off the face of the earth without so much as having to lift a finger.

“Are we really going over there, Master?” Namjoon whispered as Yoongi began boldly walking forward – with Seokjin and Hoseok following close behind.

“We don’t have a choice. Keep your mouth shut, all of you. Let me do the taking.” Yoongi growled as they approached the table – an uncomfortable atmosphere settling in the air as the Jeon’s came face to face with the four, rogue Vampires that stood before them.

“Serrena~” Yoongi tilted his head ever-so-slightly – his voice donning a more than sarcastic tone as he let a fake smile plaster its way across his handsome, yet exhausted features. Even though he was practically dying to chase you and Jungkook down, he knew that he had to stay and play along with Serrena’s game; and she was notorious for playing such games extremely well.

“Come my dear, take a seat and have some merlot~ I’m sure your friends are parched as well” Serrena pointed to the four vacant chairs that you had all left behind. Hoseok, Seokjin and Namjoon all looked to Yoongi for direction, before seeing him roll his eyes a little and motion them with his head to take a seat.

“Actually, we’re just after having a bite to eat. We couldn’t possibly eat or drink another morsel” Yoongi grinned wickedly with perverse double meaning as the three other rogues pulled up the empty chairs beside Yoongi – who was now sitting in the chair you had previously sat on. Serrena chuckled impishly as she swapped chairs with her husband – who never took his eyes off all four of them.

Serrena sat down, waving her hand in the air at one of the Vampire bar-tenders who already knew what she wanted with the way she stuck all five of her fingers to the ceiling. “You will sit and enjoy a glass of the finest merlot with me; understood?” her voice dropped ominously, but her face stayed perfectly angelic as the bar tender came over with five glasses of merlot that had all been heavily diluted with the Jeon’s own manufactured  blood for all the Vampires there that night to enjoy.

Yoongi knew what she was doing – filling him and his lackeys up so they weren’t bloodthirsty or otherwise; essentially being a thorn in his side by making him overeat more than his fill. Part of the reason that every Vampire in the same room knew of his presence was the smell; the smell of consumed human blood that reeked to the high heavens from all four of them.

“If you insist~” Yoongi purred, taking a sip of the merlot as Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok followed his lead.

“I believe your friends haven’t yet introduced themselves to me!” Serrena smiled warmly at them, obviously waiting for them to speak up and address her directly.

“Uh – that’s Hoseok, that one’s –“ Yoongi began mumbling, but was soon cut off quite sharply.

“My dear, are they not capable of speaking themselves? Or do you keep your reigns around their throats so tightly that they have lost the use of their voices?” Serrena’s voice was sickly sweet as she passed a knowing glance to her husband – who then waved his hand in the air before clicking his fingers thrice to attract some unknown attention. Yoongi scoffed, letting an airy chuckle escape him, before raising his eyebrows and looking over to the other three who all sat to his right – letting them know they had his permission to talk while the others at the table sat in silence, almost glaring at all four of them.

“I’m Jin”

“Uh...I’m Hoseok”

“Your highness, it’s both a pleasure and an honour to make your acquaintance. My name is Namjoon” Namjoon’s soft, well spoken voice made Yoongi almost want to regurgitate the entire contents of his stomach, as Namjoon politely inclined his head towards the Queen. To say that Serrena was more than a little taken aback by his respectful behaviour would have been somewhat understated; yet, it made her feel an ounce of sadness for Namjoon in turn.

“Oh my, what a mannerly gentleman you are. The pleasure is all mine” she nodded and smiled back at him. “Such a shame” she added as she took a sip of her wine.

“I’m sorry dear aunt, what’s such a shame?” Yoongi challenged her on her added words – thinking that she would try to make a successful transition at quickly changing the subject.

“I said – ‘such a shame’ my pet. As in, it’s such a shame that a boy made from apparent good stock reports to you. But I guess we can’t help who our friends are sometimes, right Namjoon?” Serrena directly challenged Yoongi back, yet again exceeding his expectations. “You always know how to be such a fucking bitch, Serrena” he continued to stew in his pot.

“So! Tell me Yoongi, what have you been up to as of late? Everyone has been...so worried about you and how you would fare out in the real world. I’m so glad you decided to join us tonight. Why – I haven’t seen you in aeons! How long has it been – ten years? Twelve?” Serrena knew exactly how long he had been locked away for committing unthinkable acts, yet she decided to toy with him further.

“Thirteen, actually” Yoongi smiled at her. To any human on the outside looking in, it would have appeared that Serrena and Yoongi were just two people have a normal, friendly chat with each other – but their chat was far from friendly and normal. Serrena and Yoongi were engaging in a battle of wits; who could get the most eloquent jabs in, who held the best poker-face, and whoever could put the other into checkmate would be the one to be crowned the champion. Serrena knew she had the upper hand playing the role of Queen, for she knew that Yoongi was much like the Knight on a chessboard; cocky and overconfident with his recklessness to go over anyone’s head without a second thought. Yoongi, however, liked to think of himself as a King; which in turn, only added to his self-defeating, inflated ego.

“Actually – I came here in the hopes of being able to have a chat with Jungkook and (Y/N); but it appears they had matters to attend to – along with my brother and his...his plaything” Yoongi so valiantly chuckled; before suddenly realising, he had just given his entire position away at letting your name roll off his tongue and ultimately leaving him wide open for the Queen to close in on him.

“Now...do enlighten me, Yoongi” Serrena licked her lips kittenishly, gazing into Yoongi’s eyes as her face inched forward towards his a fraction. “How is it that, that child’s name came to be in your mouth...hm?” Serrena knew absolutely nothing of Yoongi’s intentions, but she made it seem like she did with the playful tone laced in her tender voice. Essentially; she wished to call his bluff.

Yoongi laughed through his nose as he finished the last of his merlot in one swig. “Oh Serrena – you’re really so out of the loop today, aren’t you? Poor thing~” he uttered most disrespectfully, causing Jeonju to tighten his fists underneath the table as he wanted nothing more than to lay him to rest for good.

Serrena smiled in defeat, tracing the top of her wine glass with her ring finger that produced a gentle humming sound. “Well – no matter, I’m sure you have your ways. Her name is common knowledge now, after all...seeing as she is...promised to my only son~”

Namjoon knew in that moment that Serena had just put Yoongi into the check position from the way his face lost all composure – his eyebrows furiously knitting themselves together as Namjoon donned a blank look on his face. Meanwhile, the other two sat looking around them at the faces of other Vampires glaring at them constantly; leaving an uncomfortable feeling that lingered around them. Yet – at the same time, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok found themselves rather enjoying the comforting, securing sensation that the merlot mixed with manufactured blood brought them.

“Oh – you didn’t know? Jungkook is very much in love with (Y/N)! And it’s more than apparent she harbours those same ardent feelings towards him. Quite a delightful creature she is – she’ll make a fine addition to our long lineage, don’t you agree?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue in pure annoyance. “She’s lying – she has to be...Jungkook wouldn’t fuck a human...would he? Why is Serrena so happy about this?” he scowled to himself, as he wanted to be the one to get to you first; and conquer you for his own gain, completely. Yoongi knew that Jungkook may have possibly been enamoured by your mysterious touch; but he wasn’t counting on him actually developing real feelings for you and mating with you. Yoongi also knew that Jungkook was regium – from Royal blood; and he had been firmly under the impression that the Prince would never even think about a real future with you. With Jungkook being the Prince of the Eternal Kingdom, it was written in Vampiric tradition that he would marry another Royal Vampire to keep the line pure; leaving Yoongi totally and utterly enraged and perplexed at such a notion. “You’ve made my life even harder once again Jungkook, but I can assure you – you haven’t completely fucked my plans up...”

“Congrats to the new couple then” he collected himself, speaking rather obnoxiously as he spread his legs in his seat. “Must be disappointing for you though, my Queen. Your only son wedding and bedding a mere human? I didn’t think you’d agree to such atrocities. Such a shame~” Yoongi could have cackled with glee as he regained the feeling of being one step ahead of Serrena by reusing her previous words she so challenged him with.

Serrena smiled brightly as her two daughters passed uneasy glances between each other – practically able to feel their own mothers rage rise inside of her. “Oh Yoongi, there are a few disappointments in our family...but thankfully – Jungkook is not one of them”

Yoongi felt petty anger spread through him like wildfire, absolutely hating the fact that he wasn’t able to elude Serrena in any way possible. “Oh – that’s right. I suppose my brother and his natum lamia are bigger disappointments. Can you believe it? How dare my own brother bring such filth to your grand ball!”

“Oh my dear – yet another piece of information you’re lacking!” Serrena gave him a believable shocked face – leaving all four rogues completely confused at her words. “Your dear brother’s beloved Jimin is no longer natum lamia~ He’s already a fully fledged Vampire! Isn’t that wonderful?” she paused, watching ten levels of absolute pandemonium habituate Yoongi’s soft, yet cross features, before adding “Well, I suppose – how could you know? Had you not bitten him and left him for dead...had you kept that line of control, like you did with your three friends here; maybe you wouldn’t be the one so – how did you put it? Out of the loop, today?”

“Checkmate” Namjoon almost let an impressed smirk cross his lips.

In that moment, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to stand up, flip the table that all the Jeon’s were sat at and lunge for Serrena. Everything about her made him so enraged – her senses that let her know that he was the one who bit Jimin, her words that dripped with the heaviest form of artificially sweetened sarcasm and the way that no matter how hard he ever tried; Serrena – the Queen of the Eternal Kingdom always had the ability to make him feel like nothing more than a complete, dispensable pawn on a chess board.

“Damn...she’s good” Namjoon thought quietly to himself, watching Yoongi almost come undone from being so filled with spite and vexation.

“It’s not possible! I bit him two weeks ago...he should STILL be natum lamia. How is this happening? Why is this happening? Did Serrena do something? What could she have done?” Yoongi couldn’t form proper words to try and retaliate and refute Serrena’s claims as he continued to become more and more confused by the entire events of the evening.

“Oh my love, it appears you’ve become...rather upset” Serrena clicked her tongue in a patronising manner as she looked down to her dainty platinum wrist watch, observing the time while her husband waved his hand in the air to attract the attention of three, very large male Vampires who stood against the back wall. “No matter” she paused briefly as the three Vampires approached them all, standing behind the four rogues. It was at that moment that Hyeja and Chaewon, along with their husbands, stood up and began walking in the direction that you, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin had went before.

“Yoongi, your parents have been going out of their minds – sick with worry for you! So, on that note, I’ll have my security escort you back to your mansion to deliver you all safe and sound to your mother and father. Do make sure to send them my regards! Tell your mother that I’ll be in contact soon~ It was so lovely to talk with you again Yoongi; I dearly missed our little chats” Serrena stood up gracefully, looking down upon Yoongi as he sat staring up at her with the same scornful look he had been wearing for the past twenty minutes of their conversation.

Yoongi stood up – with Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin following suit as the three Vampires behind them stood side by side, almost ready to pull them all out by their ears. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other soon then, dear aunt” Yoongi snarled as Serrena held her hand out for Yoongi to perform the traditional Vampiric custom of kissing her royal hand upon departing her presence. He glared at her as if he wished she would burst into a fiery ball of flames, before unwillingly taking her hand in his to lower his head to her knuckles. But before he could get his lips anywhere near her skin, Serrena forcefully pulled him close into her – so close that her own lips were almost right against his ear.

“If you so much as put a toe outside your parent’s mansion again, I will break every single bone in your body and I will smite you where you stand. Do you understand me?” she whispered viciously in his ear – her voice being enough to send a chill through Yoongi’s entire body as he felt himself quiver in response. However – he smirked, pulling himself away from her.

“We’ll see” he cocked his left eyebrow as he hummed his reply in a lowly fashion, before turning around to begin walking towards the main exit. Seokjin and Hoseok immediately shadowed his movements – along with their three escorts; however, Namjoon stayed still, his eyes still transfixed on the Queen as he once again bowed his head respectively.

Serrena flicked her fiery eyes to him, her demeanour becoming slightly soft as she wore a faint smile in the wake of his actions – before extending her regal hand to him. Without a moment of indecision, Namjoon gently took her hand and pressed his plump lips flush with her skin; letting them linger for a moment, before standing back up once again to look her in the eye.

“Namjoon” Serrena spoke, still holding his hand in hers and never taking her gaze off him as the other three began climbing the stairs across the room. “Listen to me when I tell you...whatever he has planned; I can assure you now that, whatever he has promised you? He won’t stay true to it” her voice was low and calm – yet an element of fear resided in it as she genuinely worried for Namjoon’s fate when Yoongi finally achieved whatever he had hoped to accomplish. Serrena knew that Yoongi didn’t have friends. Rather, he had foot-soldiers that were merely just a means to an end.

“...I know” Namjoon barely let out an audible whisper as he cast his eyes to the floor – knowing all too well that he meant absolutely nothing to Yoongi in the grand scheme of things. Namjoon knew, without any shadow of doubt in his intelligent mind that Yoongi would dispose of him the moment he became useless or unwanted; but he also knew that there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Since Yoongi was the one who bit him and made him his own...he belonged to him. In short; Namjoon didn’t have a choice.

Serrena let out a regret-filled sigh as she smiled thinly to Namjoon, her eyes which were previously filled with terrifying aggravation; now filled with empathy and sorrow. “If there comes a time your master were to...accidentally loosen the ropes he has you bound to; you are always welcome to run into my embrace. Remember my words well, child” she squeezed his hand with a touch of motherly tenderness that struck even Namjoon’s tormented heart.

Namjoon swallowed hard, feeling like his soul was being pulled apart in two different directions – before inclining his head once more and retrieving his hand from Serrena’s grasp. And with that, he turned around silently – sprinting slightly to catch up with Yoongi and the others before they reached the top of the steps.

Serrena watched Yoongi as he never even glanced back at her – the three security Vampires ushering all four of them outside to escort them back to Yoongi’s parent’s mansion.

“(Y/N) called him ‘Dracula’...” she thought back to your troublesome words when you first laid your eyes on Yoongi that night – throwing her into a deep state of lament as the doors closed behind him.

“My love – I requested for the Hawk to be ready as soon as they all sat down. It’s ready and waiting for take-off. Hyeja and Chaewon are already on the roof with the boys” Jeonju stood up beside his wife, explaining how earlier when he clicked his fingers three times; it was codeword for “Get the Hawk ready.”

Serrena turned to him, producing an exasperated sigh as if to try and let the stress inside her free into the air around them. “Very well darling – we’d better get a move on, then” she smiled at him as he held his arm out for her to latch on to. They walked towards the back doors at what would be considered a leisurely pace as to not attract any unwanted attention from the others in the room – as it would only hinder their need to get back to Jungkook’s Manor.

No sooner had they stepped out into the hallway, Serrena hiked her stunning white dress up to her calves, before both the King and the Queen made a left turn to begin scaling up the building stairwell at an inhuman speed. They could have, of course, taken the elevator up; as the top floor was twenty-three stories high. Alas, being the King and Queen meant that they could make it to the rooftop far quicker than any elevator could ever hope to.

Serrena and Jeonju burst through the rooftop door – being met by the familiar sound of the Jeon’s custom made BlackHawk helicopter; much smaller in comparison to the usual military models, but it still could fly at the same velocity and hold a substantially heavy weight on-board. Serrena had already deducted that by now – given the top speed of Jungkook’s car which was around 155mph, that he would already be home with you, Taehyung and Jimin; all of you safe and sound. It was a calm, windless night – which meant that the BlackHawk could make the 38 mile journey back to the Manor in approximately fifteen minutes.

“Up you go my dear, mind your head” Jeonju placed his hand to the small of his wife’s back as she lifted the bottom of her dress to allow her to climb the small steps up and into the helicopter.

“Mother – he’s gone now, yes?” Hyeja, who was sat beside her husband, shouted over the sound of the whirring blades of the helicopter upon Serrena and Jeonju climbing inside – the crew of assisting Vampires around them making the necessary preparations for take-off.

“Yes! They just left!” Serrena shouted back upon placing the noise cancelling headphones over her ears to communicate through the radio system to her family.

“What was that all about? Why was (Y/N) about to have a bloody heart attack? And Taehyung’s boyfriend too? What’s with (Y/N)’s skin – why did it make me feel so odd? Why was that good for nothing –“ Chaewon began firing question after question to her mother.

“Enough, Chaewon!” Jeonju interrupted her, hardly being able to think straight with all that had happened in one night; knowing that it certainly wasn’t about to be over any time soon.

“Everything will be explained when we get to the Manor. (Y/N) needs to know what she is...she needs to know what we are. And I need to find out how she knows Yoongi and why she was so...terrified of him” Serrena shook her head in frustration as she gazed out the window, looking down at the city lights below the building. Amidst looks of worry, confusion and complete disbelief, Serrena was taken out of her moments trance by the sound of the pilot’s voice through her headphones.

“Jeon Tower, Hawk is ready for take-off – requesting permission” the pilot’s voice paused, waiting for confirmation from the Jeon’s own radio, air and weather tower to begin their flight. “Cleared take-off Helipad 3201, Hawk over and out” his voice vanished as the helicopter doors slid closed – locking in position and securing all Vampire souls on board.

As the helicopter lifted off the helipad and began ascending in the air – all that was going through Serrena’s mind was confusion mixed with turmoil.

“Does Yoongi know what she is? If so – how? Does...does he plan to use her in...in that way?” was all that she could think about, as the helicopter began gliding through the air - making its quick flight to Jungkook’s Manor. Serrena knew you would be completely safe in the Manor for it was physically impossible for Yoongi to step foot behind it’s gates without being permitted to enter. She felt secure in the thought that she knew Jungkook would wait until she arrived to begin explaining everything to you. But ultimately, Serrena knew that you would be ignorantly waiting their arrival; while being completely unaware of the dire evil that was threatening your very existence.

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Ansu Fati: Who is Barcelona 16-year-old with 100m euro release clause?

Ansu Fait could feature for Spain at the Fifa Under-17 World Cup next month

Ansu Fati… if you’ve never heard of Barcelona’s new superstar, you can be forgiven: until a couple of weeks ago, neither had the vast majority of the Spanish club’s fans.

But the 16 year-old has been thrust into the limelight after making history on Saturday, becoming the youngest player in La Liga history to register a goal and an assist in the same game.

Even more impressively, he needed only seven minutes to do so in his team’s 5-2 demolition of Valencia. Just 110 seconds had elapsed when he opened the scoring by meeting Frenkie de Jong’s low cross with a confident right-footed strike from 12 yards; five minutes later, he returned the favour by weaving his way into the box and picking out a precise pass for De Jong to convert.

Fati then continued to thrill the 80,000-plus Nou Camp crowd with a series of skilful thrusts down the left wing, coming close to more goals on several occasions and making it plain that this prodigious teen is poised for greatness.

So, who is he and where did his sudden explosion on to the scene come from?

Following the family footsteps

Fati was born on 30 October 2002 in Guinea-Bissau, and spent the first six years of his life in the African country before moving to Herrera, a tiny town in southern Spain, after his father Bori – a former semi-professional footballer in Guinea-Bissau – found work as a driver for the town’s mayor.

At first, Ansu was outshone by his elder brother Braima, who was signed by Sevilla’s academy. But Ansu joined him before long, and by 2010 his dribbling and shooting talents had attracted serious interest from Spain’s big guns.

According to Bori in a recent radio interview on RAC1, the best financial offer came from Real Madrid – but Barcelona made more effort, with then-academy director Albert Puig (now at New York City FC) making a personal visit to the family home to state the Catalan club’s case. Barca also offered residency within their famed La Masia youth complex, so the Fati family headed to Barcelona.

Braima and Ansu – who were later joined at La Masia by younger brother Miguel – continued to impress, although they were temporarily sidelined in 2014 following Barca’s transfer ban for breaking Fifa regulations on signing young players from overseas. (The Fati brothers had moved from within Spain so they were not directly implicated, but the club briefly removed them from the line of fire as a precautionary measure).

Ansu had another setback in 2015 when he suffered a broken leg, but his progress would not be hindered and last season he was one of the stars of the Uefa Youth League, scoring twice in the semi-final against Chelsea but seeing his team knocked out on penalties.

His goal-laden performances for the youth team were also rewarded with a solitary call-up for the club’s reserve team, which competes in Spain’s third-tier Segunda B Division. So Ansu’s first taste of professional football, in March this year, came in a distinctly underwhelming manner: an unused substitute in Barca B’s 1-0 victory at Ebro in front of a couple of hundred spectators.

At that stage, Fati was still a million miles away from first-team football at the Nou Camp. But then came a whirlwind summer.

New contract and first-team debut

The first real sign of just how highly Barca regarded Fati’s talents came in July, when much-hyped 16-year-old midfielder Xavi Simons stunned the club by accepting a big-money offer from Paris St-Germain.

The day after Simons’ departure, Barca responded by handing Fati a new three-year contract with an eye-watering release clause of 100m euros, sending out a clear message to predators: one of La Masia’s crown jewels had been stolen, but Simons would be the only one to slip away.

Even so, Fati was expected to spend this season continuing to play for the youth team – now managed by former goalkeeper Victor Valdes – with occasional bonus outings for Barca B, and he was not included in the senior squad’s pre-season trips to Japan and the United States.

Fati wasn’t even considered for selection in Barca’s season opener against Athletic Bilbao, but when that game resulted in Luis Suarez and Ousmane Dembele suffering injuries, joining skipper Lionel Messi on the sidelines, manager Ernesto Valverde was suddenly left with a serious shortage of numbers in attack and called Fati into the squad for the home opener against Real Betis.

The 16-year-old made it to the bench and, with his team leading 5-1 and the game already won, was introduced as a substitute for the final 10 minutes. Fati instantly looked at home, producing some bright touches on the right wing and earning a warm congratulatory post-match embrace from Messi.

Even better came the following weekend. With Barca trailing 1-0 at half-time against Osasuna, Valverde reacted by calling Fati from the bench during the interval. The decision was vindicated within seven minutes, as Fati rose to meet a right-wing cross from Carles Perez with a pinpoint header into the bottom-left corner, becoming Barca’s youngest goalscorer.

Following the deadline-day departure to Celta Vigo of Rafinha – starter in the previous two games – Fati received another promotion from Valverde for Saturday’s visit of Valencia, being elevated into the starting line-up for the first time.

Youngest Barcelona scorers in the 21st century Player Date Opponent Age Ansu Fati 31 August 2019 Osasuna 16 years 304 days Bojan 20 October 2007 Villarreal 17 years 53 days Lionel Messi 1 May 2005 Albacete 17 years 312 days Thiago Alcantara 20 February 2010 Racing Santander 18 years 315 days Munir El Haddadi 24 August 2014 Elche 18 years 358 days

Back down to the youth ranks?

Before you anticipate seeing Fati starring at the Nou Camp on a weekly basis, however, there is a clear message from within the club: slow down.

The reality is that Fati has only been able to enjoy his meteoric rise to the first team because Messi, Suarez and Dembele have all been out. When they are fit, the youngster will lose his place. In fact, that has already happened: Fati was taken off after an hour on Saturday for Suarez, who promptly marked his return from injury with two brilliantly taken goals.

And in the wake of Fati’s electrifying full debut, there were plenty of words of caution. Valverde emphasised the importance of “our job to protect the player”, while defender Clement Lenglet added: “We have to be calm with him. He needs to listen to people and work hard, because playing for Barca is very difficult.”

Despite the teenager’s stellar start to the campaign, it remains the case that Barca’s first-choice forward line this season will be Messi, Suarez and Antoine Griezmann, and the most Fati can hope to achieve is competing with Dembele for the status of first-choice back-up.

And that could be a closely fought battle. Valverde has never been truly convinced by Dembele, who is supremely gifted and frustratingly erratic in equal measure, and pundit Michael Robinson came down in Fati’s favour during his television commentary on Saturday’s game against Valencia, observing: “Fati on the pitch already looks more mature than Dembele.”

Fati certainly looks the part. He generally plays on the left wing (he wore the number 11 shirt in Barca’s youth teams), cutting inside to run at defenders or shoot with his stronger right foot. But he is also comfortable using his left foot, demonstrated by his assist for De Jong on Saturday, and at 5ft 10in he has a powerful frame and offers a good aerial threat, as shown by his excellent headed goal at Osasuna.

The fact Fati has already scored a header, a goal with his right foot and an assist with his left foot after just two hours of senior football is a neat indication of his all-round talents, and Barca fans are eager to see a lot more of him.

More immediately, though, Fati could receive the chance to shine on the international stage: the Spanish federation is reported to be rushing through the necessary paperwork to allow him to represent the country in the forthcoming Fifa Under-17 World Cup, which will be staged in Brazil in October and November.

Remember the name. Even now, Ansu Fati is becoming impossible to forget.

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That Friday Feeling: A Study on the Friday the 13th Feature Films – Part 2

“THOSE DAMN ENCHILADAS!”

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART V – A NEW BEGINNING

New beginnings eh? Who doesn’t love these. A probability for revitalization and function reborn. The issue with new beginnings is that they typically slip again into previous habits and grow to be a load of false begins and empty guarantees… So, choosing up after the ultimate (undoubtedly not last) chapter, we discover a panicked, Tommy – Feldman – Jarvis watching from behind the timber as a pair of douchebags dig up the grave of Jason f@#king Vorhees. Sure, don’t consider the hype youngsters, this man is completely killable. Like many individuals, Jason wished to be buried with a few of his favorite private gadgets, so when he does awaken, he has his trusty machete and screw driver at hand to nix these two numpties. However simply as you’re starting to query the competence of the Crystal lake funerary providers, the entire scene is revealed to be an enormous fats dream, and sadly, the greatest scene in the entire movie. 

Launched in 1985, this flick tries to ship on the arrange at the finish of Part IV, as an older, disturbed Tommy – not Feldman – Jarvis makes his option to a type of midway home for younger adults with psychological well being issues. On this case these psychological well being issues are characterised by an incapability to eat chocolate correctly and pent up rage exorcized by way of the chopping of wooden. Extra regarding is the utter lack of help and supervision provided to those younger adults. That and the incontrovertible fact that resulting from the time leap this movie ought to be set in the early 90s and consequently have a a lot better soundtrack. Think about Jason stalking the freeway with Alice in Chains’ Them Bones enjoying behind him.

However younger adults being what they’re, feelings are extremely charged. However there’s no foreplay or bathe enjoyable for these youngsters. They’re nuts, so the one who makes use of tree surgical procedure to destress, takes his anger out on the one who can’t eat chocolate appropriately by hacking him to items. Everyone seems to be shocked and appalled, particularly some completely random paramedic who appears at the dismembered physique and is particularly talked about by identify – Roy. Everybody could be very unhappy, however life goes on, and meaning sneaking off to the woods for intercourse, a automotive breaking down in the lifeless of night time, and a mom and son pair of farm varieties whose relationship makes Jason & Pam’s appear virtually useful. Amid this can be a killer, his face unseen, together with any of the signature kill results we’ve come to anticipate from this franchise. At first it seems to be the consequence of a tiny finances, however this film was topic to quite a few cuts with a view to adhere to growing censorship. Society (hate these losers) was cottoning on to what their youngsters have been watching, so they only reduce the gore. Alas, horror loving pre-teens of this period weren’t saved, simply disillusioned. So most of the victims are killed off digital camera or with sudden cutaways, interceded with a stunning musical second that includes celebration fiend rocker Spider from Return of the Dwelling Lifeless, ingeniously repackaged right here as get together fiend rocker Demon.

Woven by means of all of that is karate grasp Tommy Jarvis, restrained by PTSD, and simply perhaps, the man behind the masks this time. Hallucinations of Jason are rife, and whispers of his return are debated and dismissed, not least of all by the native police drive. The issue is that Tommy’s tease as the subsequent Jason by no means feels prefer it’s acquired the balls to commit. It’s by no means a real menace to return true, or a believable pink herring. And when the killer is revealed as Roy you assume… who the f$£okay is Roy!!!! And then you definitely keep in mind, he was the shook-up paramedic, additional revealed to be the father of the severed annoyance from earlier.

An web session on this movie revealed a GQ article that declares this ‘the bloodiest and most deranged’ of all Friday the 13th films, an arguably half proper assertion that betrays its click on bait headline by going on to speak about how shite the movie is. It has its apologists and its die-hard followers, and that’s high quality, however for me this movie is the first actual let down in the franchise for making an attempt to be what it’s not and by no means having the braveness to really comply with by way of on its concepts. And once we get the remaining scene through which Tommy does go full Jason on us, it’s a bait and change too far.  Sorry Tommy lad, that masks simply don’t suit you no extra.

“I’VE SEEN ENOUGH HORROR MOVIES TO KNOW ANY WEIRDO WEARING A MASK IS NEVER FRIENDLY”

 FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VI – JASON LIVES

1986 was an easier time. Telephones have been one thing you had in your hallway, a spoiler belonged in your automotive, and it was accepted science that the lifeless might be reanimated with a primary mixture of corpse, fencing, and well-timed lightning.

Tommy Jarvis performed right here by the love baby of Morrissey and Physician Who’s Matt Smith, has escaped from a psychological establishment and excessive tailed it to the cemetery silly sufficient to intern Jason Vorhees. No point out is made from his earlier incarnation as Jason’s inheritor obvious. This Tommy has come to Forest Inexperienced (previously Camp Crystal Lake) to cremate Jason, proving to himself that he’s lifeless and hopefully halting his PTSD in its tracks. However Tommy continues to be unhinged; he’s taken the bloody masks with him (prime marks to the therapists who let him hold it and carry it round for a number of years) and after a second of panic stabs a suitably unfastened piece of the cemetery fence into Jason’s physique. A freak lighting storm all of a sudden facilitates the resurrection of our favorite Mama’s boy and the rampage is free to renew. Whereas it’s been hinted at earlier than, Jason is now 100% supernatural. Reality and science in good concord. Don’t wrestle with it, simply take pleasure in it. This film needs us to overlook the final. There’s no point out of the Jason imposter and Tommy might as nicely have jumped from the last chapter to this instalment, albeit by way of some bizarre time dilation and doubtful remedy.

This movie is immediate enjoyable. Jason continues to be the environment friendly, kill loopy brute we’ve come to adore, however he has a sort of nonchalance about him. After offing Tommy’s pal with a punch to the coronary heart, he then advances to the man who killed Patrick Swayze in Ghost, his girlfriend, and a bunch of company paint ballers. Alongside the method he fairly actually instruments up, turning into a Jason that’s much less ‘on the fly’ than we’ve seen up to now. We get numerous photographs of him striding purposefully via the woods, his gait half wrestling entrance, half ‘can’t consider I misplaced my automotive keys and should stroll all the method residence.’

In the meantime, graveyard pest Tommy Jarvis is locked up by the Sheriff, performed right here by the love baby of Tim Curry and Tom Selleck’s moustache, and his daughter Megan simply occurs to be the signature blonde amongst this yr’s crop of camp cadavers in ready. For the first time in any of those films we truly see some actions happening at camp involving the presence of precise youngsters. However this ain’t no nunnery, and there’s ample time for frolics, chicanery and a few intercourse whereas dancing/dancing throughout intercourse that even Crispin Glover would have a tough time with. Naturally any pants off dance off culminates in demise by murdering, and as the preposterously named Cort (extra on sufferer identify decisions a lot a lot later) and his woman are deaded, we’re handled to the actual cash shot on this sequence, Jason Vorhees atop a flaming camper van. Now that’s metallic kidz!

The invention of their our bodies leads Sheriff Magnum Pennywise to, fairly naturally, place blame upon the squirrely younger Jarvis, and he heads off to camp to get his man. Jason, now assumed to be little greater than an city fable, is already there. He’s packing all types of man instruments and wishes some youth to work them out on. The movie stops in need of any precise youngster victims, most logically as a result of there’s no want, however I did marvel if maybe someplace in the central characters by means of line, was a way that each one youngsters are harmless till corrupted by the sins of intercourse and tenting. Sheriff Frank N. Quigley will get whopper deaded, simply as Megan and Tommy arrive in the nick of time. A host of youngsters watch on as Tommy enacts his genius plan, luring Jason into the lake to be able to return him to the watery tomb from whence he sprang. Evidently emotional recall is one thing Jason does remarkably nicely, and he forgoes a recreation of disguise the machete with Megan in favour of a lake tussle with Tommy. However metaphysical may and the spur of vengeance will not be sufficient, and between them Tommy and Megan are capable of thwart Jason with the boat motor and chain the poor bastard to the backside of Crystal lake. House time for the J-bird.

Very similar to A New Starting, Jason Lives tends to tug its punches with the demise scenes, however one factor it’s by no means lower than, is enjoyable. From the James Bond type credit score sequence, to the nods to horror icons, proper as much as the little woman tucked up in mattress with the works of Jean Paul Sartre, everybody concerned on this film is having a great time. The result’s one among the greatest films in the franchise. The movie makers have embraced the preposterousness of their protagonist and provided up a zombie workhorse, killing as a lot for our leisure as his personal and making us snicker alongside the approach with out ever dropping sight of the horror. Jason Lives… you guess your ass he does! Why would you need it some other approach?

“THERE’S A LEGEND ROUND HERE. A KILLER BURIED, BUT NOT DEAD. A CURSE ON CRYSTAL LAKE. A DEATH CURSE. JASON VOORHEES’S CURSE”

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VII – THE NEW BLOOD

This can be a franchise that likes to open every instalment with a great recap, however for the first time we get an precise voice over as we skip by means of the exploits of Tommy Jarvis and his irrepressible nemesis, now chained to the backside of Crystal Lake. Jason, whether or not dormant, lifeless or simply plain chillin’, is unaware of the plight of younger Tina Shepherd who has fled her lakeside residence as a consequence of her father’s alcohol fuelled abuse towards her mom. As is usually the case with latent telekinesis, it takes trauma to unlock it. Her psychic powers not solely plunge her father right into a watery grave however serve to free our boy from his aqueous shackles.

Years later and teenage Tina is on her solution to Scanners Camp at her previous home, the place devious psychiatrist Dr. Crews has arrange a set of exams for Tina to endure in the hope of unlocking her potential to, I don’t know, make issues float and wot not. Forgetting for a second the proven fact that this shit-house is performed by the most hilarious corpse of the 1980s (Weekend at Bernie’s very personal Bernie) there’s the disturbing difficulty of the timeline to deal with. It’s so completely throughout the store that I place this film at round 2036. I’d cease to work it out correctly however much more inexplicable is Tina’s mom’s hair. Evidently most of the price range went on hairspray so I’m not anticipating a lot in the means of A star kills. In the meantime, a bunch of intercourse crazed whacky teenagers are ready for his or her chum Michael to reach, to allow them to throw him a shock birthday bash. (*spoiler – Michael ain’t coming. Michael’s deeeeaaaaad)

Tina finally ends up mixing with these mismatched buffoons, particularly double denim Proto-form Henry Cavill. There’s the potential for love right here however uber bitch Melissa is intent on stirring issues up by being a gosh darn flirt. All the whereas Jason makes his strategy to camp, Dr. Crews is pushing Tina to her limits and she or he’s having visions of some lunatic in a hockey masks killing our plucky get together peeps. Naturally he does simply that, by way of some face crushing, axe smashing, and sickle thrashing. Tina & Proto-Tom Brady go off looking for her mom, who has met her demise in the type of a human defend, cannily wielded by Dr. Crews to evade Mr. Vorhees. His scheming involves a swift finish as Jason slices him up good with a pole chainsaw (no I’ve by no means heard of them both, however that’s what they’re referred to as!)

With most of the teenagers now lifeless, it’s right down to Tina and Levi’s to fend off Jason, if solely Melissa would cease being a bitch lengthy sufficient for them to assume straight. Then, as if by some divine windfall, Melissa ignores all their warnings about the madman outdoors and opens the entrance door. What follows is probably my favorite kill in the whole collection and positively the greatest gif ever. Jason actually again palms her, however with an axe, and launches her throughout the room with dismissive disdain on a Trumpian degree. The following battle goes full into supernatural, virtually comedian e-book stylings. Tina unleashes her energy to firstly use Jason’s masks to attempt to crush his face, then to set the home ablaze and convey it down round him. Not fairly getting the outcomes she’d hoped for, she fairly logically conjures her lifeless dad’s ghost who, candy irony, drags Jason again to the backside of the lake and chains him up as soon as extra. There isn’t a re-emergence, no twist, only a hand pulling Jason’s masks from the wreckage. Drowned however not forgotten… once more.

Two issues about this chapter – the injection of supernatural powers beset all the slasher franchises of the time, from Freddy’s child to the Myers Cult of Thorn. Drawback was, they by no means actually slot in with their central killers’ unique storylines, at the very least not for me. However with Jason it appears to land as a result of his outrageousness has been a sluggish burn. Earned, not pressured. And lastly, at the time of writing I found that Mandy director Panos Cosmatos instructed Nic Cage to observe The New Blood, particularly to review Kane Hodder’s portrayal of Jason. If that isn’t the coolest factor you’ve heard all day, permit your thoughts to wander, as mine did, to a actuality the place Nic Cage stars in a Friday the 13th reboot, not as Jason, however as Pamela Vorhees. You’re welcome.

“JASON IS HERE… IN NEW YORK!!!”

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VIII – JASON TAKES MANHATTAN

Jason Takes Manhattan, or Jason Goes A-Cruisin’ opens badly. Harry Manfredini’s soundtrack is gone, changed by the ubiquitous eighties rock ballad, the lyrics to which spell out what we’re taking a look at. I’ve a hunch that this tableau of debauchery is setting Pamela’s boy up as some type of social cleanser, however we’ll see. Minimize to Crystal Lake, previously Camp Blood, Forest no matter and again to Crystal Lake the place there are attractive shenanigans occurring… on a yacht! Who sails a yacht down a haunted lake? Coitus crazed juveniles that’s who!  We get our obscure recap in the type of a tall story about Jason’s origin, proven by way of a crude flashback of a drowning youngster freed from deformity.

This curly mopped stripling drops anchor then returns in full Jason garb to frighten the piss out of his beau. Down at the backside of the lake, we discover Jason cannily sandwiched between a wall and big electrical cable the place the anchor one way or the other manages to displace the cable and blammo, science does its thang, and he’s again to it.

Fortunate for our erstwhile camp scourge this child obtained a masks identical to his previous one. Even cleaved a piece out the prime. As he ascends, we discover the basic ‘Ki Ki Ki, Ma Ma Ma’ changed with a crude ‘Ja Ja, Son Son.’ Truthful sufficient often because after seven movies I’d virtually forgotten his f***ing identify!

Jason despatches the boyfriend then heads out on deck to catch the evasive girlfriend, who’s actually the most helpless lady in horror film historical past.

Reduce to a ship referred to as the Lazarus, which isn’t solely an apt biblical reference however a freakin’ get together boat heading straight to the Massive Apple! This quickly to be corpse riddled cruise liner is replete with guitar solos, a scholar named Rennie who’s beset by some method of preternatural situation, in addition to some cocaine and a dickhead head instructor/Rennie’s Uncle, performed by a man who’ll have you ever considering ‘what’s he from?’ till Google tells you ‘Everything!’

After some boxing, seduction and selfmade Headbangers Ball movies, Rennie falls overboard and is seemingly accosted by the imaginative and prescient of the drowning boy Jason. This child seems to be so uninspiring that not even the most ardent collector needs an motion determine of this little prick. He’s not MY Jason! However in the subsequent scene the visions decide up and abruptly he’s deformed. An sudden aspect impact of drowning or a director who misunderstood the originals? Who is aware of, however we do get a Loopy Ralph sort character who works as a deck hand and warns of all types of crap that’s about to go down. As a result of – you guessed it – budgetary constraints, most of this flick is confined to the ship, so we get some mildly progressive kills like a flying V guitar to the face, scorching coal c-section, and a fairly visceral utility of a shattered mirror provides us Jason’s Norman Bates (ish) second. Quickly after Rennie is visited by Jason’s writhing youngster spirit, begging to be put down, determined for the peaceable slumber of a real demise, free of matriarchal torment, well timed electrical currents and the restorative energy of lakes.

Jason ain’t dicking round anymore and units his sights on Rennie, Uncle Instructor and no matter shambles she calls buddies are nonetheless clinging on to life. However ships being what they’re, our heroes seize just a little boat and row to New York Metropolis, the place they’re immediately mugged, and Rennie is kidnapped by the sort of miscreants we met in the credit. Jason arrives forthwith and wastes no occasions laying the smackdown on the metropolis that by no means sleeps… or has any police judging by this movie. He wastes the junkie kidnappers with an virtually heroic swagger, then will get right into a spherical of Mortal Kombat with the boxer good friend. It’s a demise you’ll see coming however end up compelled to applaud. Remembering the supply of her trauma, we flashback to a exceptional act of cruelty perpetrated by Uncle Bastard. Appears that years in the past he took Rennie out on Crystal lake for a recreation of sink or swim, Vorhees type. However he’s shortly drowned in a vat of goop, so balls to that man.

A scorching pursuit by way of a subway cart ends with Jason tackled onto the monitor and killed by… electrical present? What the Flip? Nicely, you realize what they are saying, that which revives you finally does you in… or one thing. Our heroes emerge in Occasions Sq. swiftly pursued by JV (thank heavens, for a minute there I used to be doubting all I find out about trendy science) so Rennie and The Man peg it to the sewer (as you do) the place a well timed encounter with a drainage attendant reveals a sudden circulate of poisonous waste is because of churn proper down this manner, any second now. Rennie takes the goo for a check drive by hurling a vat of it in Jason’s face.

Naturally, it melts half his face off and he’s henceforth drowned in the oncoming deluge of white-hot crud. However not earlier than reforming right into a baffling picture of the boy Jason, minus deformity. Significantly, wasn’t he a toddler monster to start with? And so, we finish with our couple on the streets of New York, and one other canine I couldn’t be arsed to say earlier (see Part 2). Whereas this movie is an undoubted mess, it does have its allure, primarily right down to Kane Hodder’s reprisal of Jason as a no bullshit beast, primarily involved with ruining teen enjoyable. And if meaning murdering ever single individual he sees, then who am I to argue. I’m simply unhappy he didn’t get to see extra of the sights.

NEXT – HELL, X, FREDDY AND REBOOT

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