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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy

Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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mingishoe · 4 years

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Listen... | K.Y

Summary: You can hear every song your soulmate does, yours just happens to listen to the same song on repeat… for days.

Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, crack

Pairing: Yeosang x Reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: I wrote this on a whim with absolutely zero planning besides what me and @mingislovelythighs discussed... it was also their idea to have the cha cha slide involved so akdhjshq aNywAy thanks for simultaneously getting me to write this while also distracting me with a million other fic ideas sorry if it sucks it’s not my favourite thing I’ve written and it’s unedited skbdjsn

*italicized words are Korean*

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“Bullio bullio urin jigeum bullio” You’ve never wanted to bang your head against a wall more than you do right now. You’ve heard the same song for months at this point.

At first it was okay. It was a good song even though you weren’t too sure about the lyrics. It was in Korean. You didn’t know Korean.

You knew about kpop, your best friend had tried getting you into some groups she liked, BTS, Oneus, NCT, and a one called Ateez that you had thoroughly enjoyed. You have heard a few of their songs but overall you weren’t really familiar with any of the members or their songs.

You found yourself humming the song as once again you heard it in your head, “I got the answer!” It’s safe to say that you get a little bit too hyped whenever you listen to it.

Your friend had sat next to you and listened to what you were humming, “Oh, You’ve listened to it already? I was just about to show you! I’m so proud you’re listening to them on your own!”

You furrow your eyebrows at her, “What? I haven’t listened to anything?” She cocks her head at you but shrugs thinking she might’ve heard you wrong.

“Whatever, here listen to this. You know that group Ateez that you liked last time?” You nod at her vaguely remembering the songs you listened to last time, “Well, they had a comeback and this song just came out! It’s so good! You’ll love it, I promise.”

You take the earbud she handed you and she immediately pressed play. As soon as that first beat plays you immediately recognize it. You try not to say anything but then you have no control over your mouth as you suddenly sing out “Bullio bullio urin jigeum bullio” making your friend look to you with a confused expression. It wasn’t your fault. It was the songs. Every. Single. Time. You had to say it, no matter where you were, you said it every time.

You had paused the video, “When did you say this came out?” She looked in the description and your eyes widened, “Literally like an hour ago.”

“Huh… I thought I’ve heard this before?” Your friend shakes her head and starts the video again. Without even realizing you continue to sing the rest of the song as you’re focused on the visuals and the members, taking note on a part you particularly enjoyed, “Who’s that?”

You point to the pretty boy who was in the desert, “Kang Yeosang.”

“Kang Yeosang... Yeosang?” Your friend nods at you, “I like him.” As your friend starts talking again you start to hear the other song you’ve been hearing for a while.

You cut her off with furrowed eyebrows, “Do they have another song that goes like this?” You stop talking for a moment as you try to remember the lyrics, “Hana dul urineun ganda jipyeongseon neomeo?”

She looks at you with wide eyes as she closes out of the video you were in the middle watching and switches it to a live performance, “How…? Look.”

As it starts playing once again you immediately recognize it as another song you’ve been hearing for a while. Once again you start to unconsciously sing along and even rap along with the guy in the red hair.

Your friend suddenly pulls away from you causing the earbud to come out your ear, “How the fuck do you know all the words?”

“How the fuck did it just come out an hour ago?” You continue to sing along to the song you were hearing making her even more confused, “I- I- You’re lying right? There's no way they came out today!”

She shakes her head and shows you her phone, “Look! Right there! Today!”

You scratch your head in utter frustration, “I’ve been listening to this for months!”

“That’s impossible- it came out today…” you scoffed with an unbelieving expression on your face, “How do you explain how I knew all the lyrics? Even the rap? You know I don’t listen to kpop when I’m not with you!”

“Y/n… What if…” you slowly turn to face her with your mouth slightly parted, “No. There's absolutely no way. I’ve never- I don’t- how?”

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“Wooyoung I’m telling you they’re listening to our song!” Wooyoung looks at Yeosang completely unamused, “Maybe they’re an Atiny?”

“No Wooyoung. They don’t even listen to kpop. Only every once in a while and I think they’ve only heard like one of our songs.” As Seonghwa and Jongho walk into the practice room, they look at a highly distressed Yeosang who’s lying on the floor.

“Are you okay Yeosang?” Yeosang groans from his spot on the floor before he sits up and looks at Seonghwa, “I don’t even think they speak Korean- how are they supposed to figure out who I am if they don’t even listen to us?”

“Well they’re listening to us right now aren’t they? You said they were listening to Horizon. We got lucky Yeosang, were singers, they could hear our song somewhere and recognize it.” Wooyoung had a point; Yeosang was just too into his little tantrum to take it into consideration.

“Okay but what if they think it’s just another Atiny?” They’re all silent for a moment because they know Yeosang could be right but Jongho suddenly speaks up.

“The song just came out. How long have we worked on this song?” They let out a collective answer of ‘Months’ before they suddenly realize, “Exactly. It wouldn’t make sense for anyone else to be listening to the songs for hours on end every single day if they weren’t even out until today.”

Yeosang sighs but nods knowing that Jongho had made a good point, “Let’s just hope they realize that too.”

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“What do I do?” By now you and your friend had both realised that literally someone in Ateez was your soulmate. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Who else would be listening to this song literally 24/7 for months?

“You have to figure out which one.” You rolled your eyes at your friend who had stated it like it was obvious.

“Well yeah, but how? They live in Korea. We don’t.” She pouts before she gives you a mischievous look.

She pulls her phone back out and starts playing a song. Luckily it’s a lyric video so you start to look at the lyrics noticing it’s in English, “If he can’t speak English how is he going to know what I’m saying?”

“It’s by a kpop group. I’m sure they know it too.” You shrug and continue to listen to the song.

‘Touch me tease me feel me up~’ You look up at her with wide eyes, “Isn’t that a bit… inappropriate? I don’t want him to think I’m a horny little shit.”

She laughs but continues the song, “No look, it’s kinda funny if you think about it.”

Essentially you’re sending a message to one of eight members of Ateez to let him know you know. “Listen! Listen to this part. If he’s listening it’ll be funny”

“Baby we two distant strangers, I know you don't speak my language But I love the way she's talking to me” you let out a snort as she pauses the song to give you a smirk.

“Okay, that’s funny, but only if he was listening. What time is it even in Korea? He might be asleep.” She shakes her head, “Remember y/n, he’s an idol. He’s probably awake.”

You suddenly become slightly sad, “There’s no way I’m ever going to meet him. Like you said he’s an idol, they can’t even date.”

“We’ll figure it out. Trust me, I’m as invested in this as you and he’s not even my soulmate.” You laugh softly before you both get ready for bed.

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“What song is this? I know you don’t speak my language but I love the way she’s talking to me. What’s that?”

They look between each other completely clueless, “I don’t know but maybe they know.”

“Know what?”

“Know who you are.” Yeosang shook his head, “That’s impossible. How could they know it’s me? It could be any of y’all too.”

“But did you not just understand what you said? ‘I know you don’t speak my language’ I know you don’t speak my language. They know you’re Korean, and they know you’re in Ateez.”

Since when was Jongho this smart? He had a lot more hope now that Jongho and Wooyoung had got him out of his pity party. Seonghwa was just there for emotional support I guess, “How will I ever figure out who they are? We meet hundreds of people, there’s no way I’ll know if it’s them.”

“We’re announcing our tour soon Yeosang. Let’s just hope they manage to get concert tickets or even better, get into the fansign.”

⋆

It’s been probably the most stressful two weeks in your life. You have no idea how you’re ever going to find out how you’re supposed to figure out which one of them is your soulmate. It’s not that easy. You also don’t speak Korean so it’s almost impossible for you to be able to try and communicate through songs because you don’t really understand the meanings of different songs.

You started to do research on Ateez and the members as you started to feel really sad. You had learned the time zones for Korea and you would be hearing their songs when it would be 2 or 3 am in Korea and you wish they could just rest.

Your friend had come bursting in your apartment, “I did it! I did it! Y/n I did it!” you looked at her with wide eyes as she had just suddenly busted in like she owned the place.

“Did what?” She shoved her phone in your face but you honestly didn’t even know what you were looking at, “What is that?”

She groaned, “Fansign tickets!” You blinked at her not knowing what that meant, “Well my friend, I bought approximately 60 albums and managed to get two tickets.”

Your mouth dropped open, “60!? Are you fucking serious? Let me pay you for half of them then!”

“No it’s okay, I told you that I’m as invested in this as you. Plus, one of them is your soulmate! Someone in Ateez! I get to see them too so it's a win win situation.”

You bite your lip anxiously, “Is this a good idea? I’m not sure if it's worth it?”

“What do you mean? Of course it is! Some people never find theirs and you will!” You stayed quiet for a few moments before you spoke up quietly, “When is it?”

“This weekend…” Your eyes widen further as you can’t believe she’s only telling you this now.

“How long have you known?!” She laughs guiltily before trying to change the subject, “No, How long have you known?”

“Since last week… but I knew you would’ve backed out so I tried to make it seem like I got it today… but you’re going with me right? You have to go with me.” You roll your eyes but laugh and nod.

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There are screams all around you and you feel like you’re about to explode from a million different emotions. “What do I do?”

You friend is now suddenly as tense as you knowing that it’s finally going to happen, “I-I don’t know? Sing a song?”

“What if they’re not here?” The other members are surrounding Yeosang trying to calm him down.

“You’ll know once the music starts playing. They’re playing what? Say my name first? If you’re both here you’ll hear the same song.”

Yeosang has never been this nervous in his entire life.

“They weren’t at the concert… what makes you think they’ll be here?” Hongjoong was about to say something but suddenly the music starts playing and it’s the exact same.

“Nonono I have to go. I can’t stay. It’s ‘say my name.’ He knows I’m here.” Your friend looks absolutely terrified for you and it’s honestly not helping you.

You try to get up but then you see Hongjoong walk on stage making you immediately sit back down. One by one each member walks onto the stage you try to focus on each of their expressions but you can’t really notice anything different.

“Sing a different song…” You looked at your friend who had whispered to you. You think for a minute before you remember a song you have seen yeosang, san, and wooyoung sing. You thought it might be able to pull a reaction out of one of them, the ponytail song. “I got a ponytail, I got a ponytail, I got a p-p-p-p-p-p-p-ponytail.” As you started singing the song quietly, literally 5 of the members started laughing so it literally didn’t help at all.

You basically give up and just start to watch them as they’re talking and doing random things. You kept your focus on different members at different times whenever you sang or heard other songs besides what was playing but still nothing.

Yeosang remembers a song he had heard a while ago that is pretty popular at parties and it has directions of things to do. ‘Clap, clap, clap, clap your hands.’ You snort as you hear the literal cha cha slide but you clap your hands anyway making the people around you turn to give you a weird look.

Yeosang immediately turned to the direction of the sound but he wasn’t able to see who it was. He thinks about the song once more but as soon as it's over he hears several claps as Mingi ends up doing a spin or something.

Yeosang is starting to become impatient as you’re both trying to do something to get the attention of the other, it’s just not working. It’s finally time for them to sign albums and talk to everyone and you’re both feeling the anxiety, “I’m gonna throw up-”

You give one last look to your friend as you sit down to talk to the first member, Mingi. You knew it wasn’t Mingi because earlier you had seen him mouthing the words to different frozen songs and you never heard them so that only left 7 members. This was the most difficult process of elimination you’ve ever had to do in your life.

You continued your conversation with Mingi and even complimented his voice whenever he sang into the unknown for you. You then moved onto San who was the next member.

You made it a bit awkward as you kinda just stared at him for a moment to try to get any reaction to what you were thinking but when he gave you none you pouted slightly.

San cocked his head at you before taking your hand in his and told you not to be upset, that he would make you feel better. You appreciate his effort and it even made you blush lightly but you were becoming even more discouraged with not figuring out who it is.

You tried to think about the bright side of things which meant there were only 6 members left. You went to sit in front of Yeosang with a small frown.

As soon as you looked up he eyed you carefully, recognizing you from the area he had first heard the clap. You returned his intense eye contact not really knowing what he was doing, “W-What-” you suddenly let out a snort as you suddenly heard Hello by Adele.

Right after you started laughing Yeosang’s eyes widened and he suddenly flew back from the table shocking the entire room. Your eyes are wide as he starts pacing in front of you not knowing what happened.

After a few of the other members get Yeosang to stop doing whatever he was doing it’s your turn to do the same. You’ll admit, you were a little bit slow in reaction out of straight confusion, but now you understood.

As you’re thinking of a song you and Yeosang are in the most intense staring contest you’ve ever had in your entire life. “Y-You hear it don’t you?”

Yeosang nods before he runs around the table to go to where you’re standing. There’s lots of murmuring and awws coming from the audience but neither of you are concerned with that because holy shit, that’s your soulmate.

You let out a small scream whenever you were suddenly being pulled backstage. The staff was beyond confused but they didn’t really stop either of you because Yeosang seemed way too excited.

“W-What's your name?” You could tell Yeosang was nervous, I mean who wouldn’t be? You knew he was a little bit standoffish as he wasn’t speaking Korean.

“Y-Y/n.” Yeosang repeats your name a few times just so he can get a feel of how it sounds on his tongue.

“You… found me.” You laughed softly and carefully take Yeosang’s hand in yours, “Of course I did. I found you.”

“Song. Answer, right? That’s… That’s how you knew? You nod while laughing, “I heard the song for months… it’s a really good song! Your- Your part is my favourite…”

You look away with red cheeks as Yeosang is absolutely beaming. Unfortunately you get cut short when a staff member goes over to the two of you and tells Yeosang he has to go back out.

“D-Don’t leave okay? Stay here?” You agree to Yeosang’s request, “I’ll stay here.”

You see Yeosang hesitate before leaning in to leave a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls away almost immediately and walks back onto the stage. Your face was burning a bright shade of red as you touched your lips with a fond smile.

You had found him, your soulmate, Kang Yeosang.

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everythingoesnk · 4 years

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Better Late Than Never

summary; john plays cupid (sorta?)

word count; 1 711

request by anon; “heehee i never knew u took requests!! ur writing is so lovely u rlly are talented❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could do smthg ab being georgies neighbour and like him n the quarrymen r rehearsing and they invite u to watch and they flirt w u and he gets jealous”

disclaimers; this sat in my drafts for ages but i finally finished it. glad that i can post it for once and for all. don’t be too hard on me cause i haven’t written shit in so long and i’m super sceptical about my work ty

warnings;

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A few weeks earlier, Paul and John made the decision that Eric Griffiths had to go. They wanted George to be part of the group, and with Eric on board there were just too many guitars. The Quarrymen, along with Lowe on the piano and Hanton on the drums, had a demo recording scheduled in Kensington in a couple of days, so whenever they had the time, they would invest it in practising and sprucing up their performance.

You were coming back home after babysitting a three-year-old boy when you saw Paul and John’s distinctive jaunty silhouettes down the street.

They were carrying their instruments.

”Reunion of bitches?” you teased, bumping your shoulders with theirs to open a spot for you in between.

They were so used to you being a nosy little bird that they didn’t even flinch when you appeared.

“If what you mean by that is if we’re heading to a rehearsal, yes we are” Paul confirmed looking down at you with a warm smile. He slid his arm around your neck and patted your cheek persistently just to annoy you. “It’s the three of us this time, the others are busy”

You tried to smack his hand away while he spoke, but he had it strongly clamped over your mouth now, playfully sticking to his cat-and-mouse game. John was used to Paul behaving like this around you, you being like a little sister to him even though you shared the same age, so he didn’t move an inch when you began asking for help through the muffled laughter.

What came out of his mouth instead earned puzzled looks from you and Paul, who slowly let his arm drop.

“You can’t come” he had stated, because he knew you and it was only a matter of seconds before you started badgering them to let you stay and watch them play.

“Why not?” you snapped back, forehead puckered up.

John threw his head back to stare at Paul and raised an inquisitive knowing eyebrow at him.

After witnessing the looks they were giving each other, you huffed loudly, tired of the melodramatic secrecy. “Not again with the silent conversations”

“You can’t expect to know everything, (Y/N)” John stated.

“But what is there to know?” you questioned, beyond confused.

You were missing something and it was stressing you out that they knew what it was but wouldn’t tell you because they didn’t feel like it.

Paul felt empathy for you after seeing you so lost.

“We don’t progress much when you’re around because you distract Geo too much” he explained.

“Bravo, Macca” John sighed as the three of you continued to walk towards George’s house.

With their ‘silent conversation’ they agreed not to rat out George, but Paul’s mouth was faster than his brain could ever be.

John should have taken into account his mate’s overspoken nature.

“I do?” you said, lines forming between your brows, not understanding. “How so?”

John snorted. “Sit and observe”

You turned to Paul. He was staring at John the same way one does when you recognize your friend is about to put on a show and you aren’t very sure if it’s the right time or place, but you know that anything you say will fly into their ear and out of the other.

He fixed his eyes tenderly on you after and shrugged his shoulders with a peculiar cheekiness.

George looked every bit the unconcerned man as he sat back and watched John plop down on the couch next to you, splaying his arms along the top of the seat as he asked you how much you get paid for the babysitting.

They were in a break after been playing for two hours.

“Not much” you noted.

“Quit” he interrupted, smirking friskily and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear cautiously. “I’ll double your wage if you join the band. We are missing the attractive factor”

You wheezed. “I’m positive with your talent it’ll be sufficient” you said, laughing still.

You looked over at George. He wasn’t looking in your direction but John’s, mouth compressed and something you couldn’t fathom flitting across his eyes.

“Besides,” you added, “I don’t know how to play any instrument to save my life”

“The piano a little bit” George chimed in, after deliberating whether to speak or not.

You blushed settling your gaze on him one more time, marvelled that he remembered. “It’s been years since I last practised”

“If the piano is too much I’ll give you my harmonica. I’m fucking tired of blowing into that shit” John offered, resting his left hand on your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.

Everyone laughed except George. He didn’t even smile.

He dipped his eyes and ran a finger over his brow back and forth for a couple of seconds before grabbing his guitar again.

Something was off with him, and it upset you that he was feeling under the weather when Paul, John and you were vibing and having such a wonderful time.

John kissed your cheek and cuddled you after wrapping his leather jacket around you even though you didn’t ask for it. George saw and shook his head gently, forcing himself to continue working on his part so he would nail it in the upcoming session. His mind was elsewhere and the chords didn’t sound as good as he wanted them to be. He brought his brows together and you stifled an affable grin, observing silently while he mumbled under his breath, probably putting himself down for not getting them right.

John smiled seeing you stare at George, but Paul knew what that smile meant, what was really behind it, and he started gesturing at him as subtle as he could not to push his luck with George. He’d keep his conscience clean regardless of what happened from now on.

John’s smile enlarged when he saw his best mate from the corner of his eye trying to catch his attention, but he had it all mapped out in his head.

He leaned forward, elbows on the knees and fingers interlocked.

“(Y/N), is it true that you’ve been seeing Sam?”

You looked over at John, perplexed.

George also raised his gaze, disconcertion lurking in it.

Paul slapped a hand to his forehead.

Clueless as to why he would ask that, you turned pink. “Where have you heard that?”

George interpreted your blush as you being embarrassed because you got caught, and your question as wanting to know who spillt the news. The suave yet pained expression tinted on his face was replaced by a rather sad and fragile one.

Instinctively, you pinned your eyes to George’s when John didn’t answer you. You weren’t dating anyone named Sam and you didn’t want him to believe that you did.

He remained there staring what felt like a lifetime into your eyes, only for his to fall to the floor seconds after. He stood up and paced to the door.

Envy overloaded him, making his jealously evolve into what a romantic would describe as passional delirium.

Hastily, he turned, came up to you and closed his fingers over your arm. John watched with a wry grin.

“Can we talk?” George asked, his tone filled with forced politeness.

You nodded and let him guide you towards his kitchen.

He looked over his shoulder first to confirm that neither of his bandmates had followed you there.

Then, for a few seconds, he froze. You noticed he was agitated and internally saturated with mixed feelings.

Out of the blue, he straightened his spine, a different kind of thickness filling his throat. Determined to overcome his shyness and insecurity, he gave a long exhale. Throwing you off guard, he grabbed your face, fingers gripping tightly your cheeks, and pressed his mouth to yours so enthusiastically that you subtly felt his front teeth.

Excitement and love rushed into your veins.

You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing from the get go that this wasn’t going to be the last time that you would taste his lips. George couldn’t open his eyes at first after having departed from the kiss, which turned out to be the best and most pleasant, pure and precious kiss he had ever shared.

When he flicked them open, he couldn’t resist the drive to glide his thumb over the soft skin of your sweet fleshy lips.

John suddenly burst into the kitchen pretending to pull off that the obtrusion was casual. The real and obvious reason was that he wanted to see what was going on behind curtains.

George quickly pulled back.

That reaction and the swollen lips from both of you was enough for John.

“Don’t mind me. Just came here for something to drink” he said, but the clownery in his voice was oh so present and solid.

Cheeks burning, George didn’t move.

John, with the glass in his hand, turned to him before leaving.

“I mean, maybe it’s you who needs some water. You look feverish, my friend”

You quickly pushed him out of the kitchen.

George slowly looked up again when he wasn’t around. “There’s no Sam, is there?”

You shook your head no. “John is a crackhead, a good bloke but a crackhead. Never listen to him, listen to me” you smiled. He drew you into his arms, missing your warmth already. “I’m not dating Sam, Geo. He’s blond and I’m not into blondes”

George chuckled. “What are you into, then?” he asked, needing to hear from you that you only wanted him.

“I’m into this guy from The Quarrymen. Not the one who plays the bass, and clearly not the blind one, he’s too much of a ponce sometimes” you smirked. “Into the bushy unibrow guy”

He laughed harder and tightened his embrace.

“Lucky you he’s had his eye and unibrow on you for some time”

“Sweet, cause I’ve been in love with him ever since I met him”

George stared dearly down at you with the brightest smile and captured your lips again.

He didn’t know if John was a genius or a foolish cretin for causing him to feel so enraged before, making him believe you had a boyfriend.

The perfect mix, he conceded.

#george harrison x reader #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #the beatles #george harrison imagine #george harrison fanfic #george harrison fanfiction #tayloredstarr

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twiststreet · 3 years

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As a fan of manga (mostly everything Tezuka), I'm intrigued by your comments about One Piece, but my assumption is it HAS to be at least PRETTY GOOD to be as popular as it is and to have run as long as it has. I'd be interested in more detailed posts about it, as well as how you recommend reading it, if you do. On a somewhat related note, today I started reading all of Batman. Planning to go from 1939 to 1999, when I first picked up the comics.

Whoops I wrote a lot; sorry:

I’m 615 chapters in out of 1000 (and in the middle of the Fish-Man Island saga which I think fans rank as either the worst or second-worst arc)(the other worst one, this bad tournament arc, I’ve already gotten past)... so I guess I have a lot to say, but you know, nothing especially original, just...

There’s a stretch (namely, the Water 7 arc all the way through Marineford) that is a hall of fame stretch. He drops like 5-6 arcs that just land perfect right in row (though it’s hard to imagine it ever reaching the heights of the second arc in that series, Ennies Lobby ever again). But that being said, it’s a little funny to tell anyone “Oh it takes 150 chapters to get really good” (that’s at least 2000+ pages of comics) let alone, that the A+ stuff starts 300 chapters in. A chapter of One Piece only takes a minutes or so to read, if that, but it’s still a big ask. People used to get angry if you told them that Deadwood only gets good after 3-4 hours, so...

But that stretch is ... not “life-affirming” but... it touches a very old part of my brain in a very satisfying way.

I had a whole long post I deleted because I thought it was boring, but... when I was into classical American superhero comics, the thing I’d constantly be nerdiest about is that there was this Great Possibility, to do something truly epic in that space which I didn’t think had been done. There’s been a few novels (Watchmen, the Enigma) but not that many. And American superhero comics don’t really have a Lord of the Rings or a Star Wars or, an example for me as a kid even though I hadn’t read all the books was the Gunslinger books (or sure, The Stand if The Stand had maybe a different ending? I don’t know-- I’m not watching the TV show but I don’t really remember that ending fondly). The epic driven by a creator who is creating his own personal mythology, basically. Most of the genre is tied to pre-existing universes which foreclose that as a possibility and people who work outside those universes tend to just make shit like that Peter Cannon thing or Supreme or whatever that comments back on those universes...

Maybe you could argue the Hickman X-Men thing but for me, everyone after Claremont on X-Men is just inheriting so much from Claremont that... It means very little to me. It’s not a personal mythology. Same with Crisis. The closest to me comics came was Kirby with the 4th World, but... Carmine Infantino shut that down. And the Claremont run itself is ... an interesting discussion, but again, Bob Harras. But back before Watchmen 2, back when I thought comics could be this thing that improve over time (haha), I’d look for that (or for any ambition! any!) and just gave up as time went on. The careerist generation came in; the ambitions shrank even further; etc., to where I’m at now where my attitude generally with comics is “that’s nice; who care; so, is your wife dating anyone right now, what’s her story?”

But then One Piece ... One Piece, of all things, becomes this epic thing! And it’s great! I was right that it would be great!!! I was right! (My favorite thing to be!).

Not at first-- at first the formula is “Wacky Pirates go to an Island, they find out something sad is going on in the Island, a character acting extremely emotional causes the biggest fight possible which goes on for 50 chapters, and then they leave the island and maybe take someone with them.” And that’s a lot of big arcs... until little by little, tiny bit by tiny bit, Oda’s built up this world. And then that world starts to become the story. And that’s still kind of the formula but... but then they’re stakes.

The archetypal shonen cliche story is “a boy wants to be the best in the world at something”, right, but what One Piece does (and I haven’t read as much as other people so I don’t know how common this is, I haven’t read Naruto or Bleach, neither of which I’m too excited to check out, though i think david brothers vouches for Bleach heavy so I’ll probably give that one a shot), what One Piece does is sees how that would necessarily become a political struggle eventually. Because what does it mean to be the best in the world at something when there’s an entire world out there already in operation, and built around you not being the best in the world, built around someone else being that...

And then there’s just this amount of worldbuilding that goes on, that is so slowly fed out over those first 300 episodes that you don’t even notice it... Until suddenly around Water 7, these bigger forces have now noticed our wacky pirates, and are shifting around them and getting upset about them. Culminating in this arc called Marineford that ... again not as good as Ennies Lobby but... I don’t think there’s a comparable arc in American comics to Marineford. The scale of that one... The fact he managed to draw that on a weekly basis!

While still being a goofy kid’s pirate comic. It’s funny. The power sets are all really silly, but in a way that reminds of how kids play more than a Dragonball thing. (He takes like 400-500 chapters to even get to a Dragonball-style levelling up concept, which I thought was pretty patient of him). But within that, I’m enjoying it now in a very Claremont way of... there now not just being these scrappy outcast heroes I’m rooting for, but an entire universe of people around them, with their own agendas, that I have varying levels of investment in.

There’s this saying that the Golden Age of science fiction is 12 years old, the idea being that’s the age where stuff lands with you the hardest because it’s all NEW for you. But the thing is if you’re really immature (lifts hand)... I think part of things is you run out of the Good Stuff. I go back and look at old Chris Claremont X-Mens and if I somehow find one I’ve never read before (and this was the lesson of Dazzler in Hollywood for me), I’m still right there, it still lands with me, there just aren’t that many people who can actually land that plane. Once Scorcese is gone, what gangster movies are people going to be watching? Blow? Savages? Kubrick only made the movies he made. People add a little every year, but the really good stuff is rare.

And so when I’m looking at One Piece and I’m enjoying it the way I’d enjoy a Claremont X-men comic (even if aesthetically it’s a VERY different thing-- sexless and not as weirdo-operatic and less violent and more childish and definitely younger-skewing)... but that I’m getting that same thrill of “oh this comic is a portal to this entire fictional universe this guy made up and that kind of exists now thanks to this (kinda disturbing I guess it turns out) guy” to me is... Not “life affirming” that’s not the right word but... It feels good on my brain to know. Because then being sour and grouchy isn’t just me getting older and the inevitability of age-- then it’s just... People need to make better shit!!! Or I need to do a better job not wasting my time on, you know, an industry that’s not built to deliver what I need as a reader...

I mean, I’ve been saying for more than 10 years, I should just quit American comics and just be one of those guys to switch to manga. And I’m not 100% there because... I mean, because of Copra and because of like an extremely small list of things that aren’t Copra. (I just signed for Kate Beaton’s Patreon). But... I’m 95% there, and it’s been great, and I just feel dumb for not having done it earlier.

One Piece has big problems, too. (There’s a whole “Sanji meets drag queens” thing that’s very much not landing with me right now). I don’t think you can ever top Ennies Lobby because Ennies Lobby is about convincing a suicidal person whose been betrayed their whole life that life’s worth fighting for-- there’s never going to be an emotional engine to the story that’s as good as that one. It’s trying to work its way back to a “normal One Piece story” in this Fish arc and it’s... I want to see it level up again! The core cast is just a little too big (it really didn’t need Bones). I think the shonen model generally creates a sort of “power arms race” where it’s like constantly “oh you learned how to crush mountains with your dick in the last arc? Well, too bad our mountains are made of diamonds now” escalations that ... feel a little like a treadmill as opposed to a story. I feel like it needs to kick into a Second Act, after the big ending of that first Act at Marineford. And just... I don’t know how it can keep topping some of these fights, and think it’d get to be diminishing returns to find out. But...

A “team of buddies versus the world” is already a great thing for a story to be about, and it’s just really satisfying having One Piece having the “the world” part of that equation being so complicated and varied and colorful. It’s like if the Ocean’s 11 gang had to rob an overwhelming-more-powerful global crime syndicate, with multiple competing factions, while still convincing Julia Roberts to love them-- they just robbed Andy Garcia and I watch that movie like once a year.

(And thematically, the comic-- it’s not deep, but it’s basically got an anti-authoritarian streak to it, which I think is important for a kid comic to have. It’s a pirate comic and you can’t really do a pirate comic without being like “fuck the cops” at least a little bit. The pirate thing is interesting because it basically means that there’s always a discussion going on about what it means to be free, though I think sometimes the comic doesn’t really reckon with that-- it sometimes falls back into “well if there was a good monarch though” thinking... but there being good pirates and bad pirates and good government characters and bad ones, I like that... and the very worst characters just being rich assholes... yeah, good lessons in One Piece for the kids!!).

That and I just like how that dude draws. He’s not doing some dreary realism thing-- the layouts are fun without being showy or confusing-- he really improves as the series goes on (though some of the recent stuff I’ve seen hasn’t looked as good, but I’m not sure if I’m seeing low-quality scans or he’s been thrown a loop cause of COVID or what). I’ll always put up with a boring stretch in a comic if someone, like, crosshatches an arm in a way that I find interesting, so that probably distorts how I read One Piece too...

I could go on and on, basically because ... goddamn, what else do I have to talk about, ughhh. But yeah: that’s why I think it’s popular-- it’s the worldbuilding. It’s 100% the worldbuilding. (By which I’d include that it has this massive cast, that i can keep kinda clear in my head, not all of whom want the same things, etc.)(though also geographically-- there are maps and everything)... But recommend it? I don’t know-- I mean... It’s a little kid’s pirate comic. There’s a THOUSAND of them. It’s more modern than a Tezuka thing-- it’s jumping off more from Toriyama than Tezuka, and that’s a different vibe. It’s like not something you can just “recommend”-- it’s a major time sink. I’d recommend Chainsaw Man first to someone with my age and background because even though it has its own flaws, it’s more “age appropriate” and there are only 90 chapters, and it’s got that rad stretch about 20 chapters in so you see the “good part” faster...

#one piece #Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

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supertweetycherry · 4 years

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DIE HARD || [iv. Girl Talks and Boys]

—Pairings: BTS x OC

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R

—Warnings: Abuse, Rude Behaviour, Fighting, Blood, Death, Weapons/Blades and Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Killing.

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period.

—Word Count: 7k

Navigations -> Masterlist || MASTERPOST <<Part 2 || Part 4>>

Chapter 3 - Girl Talks and Boys

“—the local law enforcements in South Korea are still working on the case of the famous murder mystery of the Lee Enterprise executive director, Jung Jae-hee. The case has become a global interest as it is related to the world’s most dangerous and notorious gang of the decade. Tweets, news articles and unseen videos are being surfaced around the web, with ‘Bangtan’ trending on social media. It is being speculated that the notorious group of viscous killers are residing here in America, causing fear and a state-wide panic around the country. The United States government has yet to say anything official about the rumors. Till then, the focus has been shifted onto the murder case and the increasing mafia activities in South Korea—”

Yoona hummed to herself as she sipped onto her herbal tea for the tenth time in the past hour. Her small fingers cupping the warm cup as her ears continued to pick up the words of the nearest news channels playing in the large cafeteria.

It has been few days since the actual incident and people are still continuing to hear the old, recycled news over and over again. The amount of channels covering this piece of segment for the last few days has left a large gaping hole in Yoona’s ears. She was sick, tired and exhausted of it.

Yes, a murder happened in her home country.

Yes, the victim was her former boss.

And yes, the culprits might be the worldwide famous gang called ‘Bangtan’. A native Korean gang who had appeared out of nowhere.

So what? Deal with it!

Yoona sighed loudly as she buried her face into her arms. Her ears picked up the change in the news reporter’s voice. It seemed more feminine now. Pulling her head up a bit, she glanced at the large TV as a new segment rolled in.

“—moving on, the three-day search for the two college girls in Beverly Hills has now come to an end as the local authorities here in the downtown Los Angeles, discovered a series of dead bodies in the Chinatown district of the city. A total of five girls were found, dead and tortured, with their vital organs missing from their bodies. Two of those bodies matched the description of the two missing girls while others are still unaccounted for. The bodies have started to decompose suggesting that they’ve been dead for quite a while before a citizen of Chinatown found them in a ditch near his area—”

The 26 year old groaned and rubbed her ears in frustration as the segment ate her brain up, again. She dipped her head back into her arms, pushing the warm beverage away from her fingers. Sure, she felt remorse, pity and sadness for the dead girls but it also annoyed her that her surroundings are filled with so much of negativity. It triggered her in a way that she didn’t like.

That is until... a large folder slammed onto the white table infront of her. The loud bang that erupted from it was enough for yoona’s tired, aching muscles to tense up again. She had to hold down her cup tightly before it could jump and topple down the table due to the vibrations.

“You know, a small warning would have been sufficed.” Yoona said slowly as she threw a slight glare at the person who dared to interrupt her personal ‘me-time’.

“Bitch please. You should be happy that a mere peasant like you has the honour to be in my holy presence. Not even kings can afford me.”

This only earned the intruder a mocking eye-roll from the 26 year old beauty.

“Don’t you have work to do, your highness?” Yoona mocked as her shaking nerves relaxed. She pulled herself up and continued to drink her warm tea. But it wasn’t warm anymore.

“Not when there’s juicy gossip.” Her friend smirked before shoving the said folder in Yoona’s direction. Yoona stared at it blankly. It was black in colour and looked quite thick. “It’s about Jung Jae-hee.”

“No.”

The mere mention of the late director was enough for Yoona to do a 360 turn and never look back again. She picked up her cold tea and left the small table she was sitting on.

“Yuriii...”

“No, Suzy.” Yoona ignored her friend’s whining as she dumped her cold tea through the drain before leaving the blue coloured cup in the sink. “Why are you all so obsessed with her death? People die all the time. Just get over it.”

The little shiver in the older girl’s voice should have been enough for Suzy to stop pestering her friend. But like the stubborn chick she is, Suzy continued in her voyage to tell the new juicy gossip she had discovered recently.

Yoona didn’t like it when her only friend gave her a sudden smirk before pushing her right through the fire exit’s door and right into the stairs that suddenly appeared in her view.

“Suzy!” Yoona exclaimed when she realised that the younger girl had practically kidnapped her.

“Shush.”

“But—”

“I said shush, Yuri. I need some girl time with you. And this, my friend, is the best way we can relish our old memories, considering hardly anyone looks our way these days.”

That was true. Yoona couldn’t deny that fact. They were the noisy, cheap girls of the company. No-one gave them a second glance unless they needed a one-night stand or something. Yoona wasn’t exactly sure how they gained that reputation. She had never been active in her love life unlike her friend, Suzy. Yoona had kept herself quiet, timid and hidden most of the time. Infact, she’s a pure virgin, with no skills at batting her eye lashes at any pretty boy. So, why?

“You want us to bond over a murder case?”

“No, I want us to bond over the world’s most dangerous species... boys.” The girl exclaimed, making Yoona groan.

Boys is a topic that Yoona tends to stay away from. There are just too many old and painful memories associated with them.

“Come on, don’t be a spoil sport. There are many varieties in here.” Suzy insisted as she pulled Yoona near the steel railings where they found a clean spot to sit on. The older girl didn’t like how open and wide spread the exit was. She peeked down to see an array of blue stairs leading down to the ground floor. They were designed in a zigzag formation, continuing on and on for what seemed like, forever.

It wasn’t Yoona’s first time at being kidnapped by her friend. Suzy had done that to her many times on multiple different occasions. But today, the familiar scenery of the descending stairs was unwelcoming. Not to mention, the see-through glass that acted as the walls of this passageway was too exposing and open for her taste. She could literally see the giant skyscrapers from here with a visibility record of 100%.

Yeah... Lee Enterprise is too rich for their own good.

“So, this baby here—” Suzy held up the thick folder. “—was delivered to the queen boss this morning. And like the curious, evil person I am, I snagged it before she could have a chance to read through the papers.”

Yoona raised her eyebrows at this before shaking her head in disappointment.

“No wonder files kept disappearing around Ji-Soo. She’s too dumb to notice her surroundings.”

“Exactly.” Suzy smirked before flipping through the pages. “And that is how ARIA files must have been stolen from her desk. She really needs to invest in a good secretary.”

Yoona couldn’t help but smile at this. Her uncle’s plaything ‘ARIA’ has been unresponsive for the past few days. The files continued to be missing while no-one has any idea as to what has been going on with ARIA. The large casino building is one of their major money-making sites here in the American branch.

“Anyways, back to the topic, there’s a postmortem report in this folder indicating that our lovely girl, Jung Jae-hee, might not be so innocent as we thought.” Suzy teased, flickering to a page filled with numerous Hangul symbols. “I’m not great at reading Hangul, but by the look of this, I can tell, Jae-hee had an intimate intercourse with her killer. It was right before she was killed. How exciting is that?”

Yoona was spooked by her friend’s glazed eyes.

“Exciting? How is it exciting?” She questioned.

“You very dumb dumb bimbo...” Suzy groaned, hitting Yoona on the head. “Jae-hee was known to have a special, unique taste in men. Whoever she chose to be worthy of her attention, was a diamond from the rarest mines. Think about all the boys that surrounded her. Danny, Brad, Jackson, Bambam and our very own, Taemin.”

The older girl scoffed at her eldest cousin’s name.

“Taemin had a crush on her?” Yoona asked, whacking her brain to remember all the interactions between the two people she despises.

“He still does. Why do you think this baby is here in my hands?” Suzy said in glee, pointing at the opened folder.

“So, what’s the point?”

“The point is that my dear Yuri, Jae-hee had an impeccable taste in men. Which means whoever she had sex with was just as impeccable as her taste. Wanna see who that could be? There are few delicious choices in here.”

The older girl felt scared at her friend’s weird taste in men. She wanted them to bond over a series of hot killers? No thanks.

“No.” Yoona said, shaking her head. “You seriously have a messed up kink regarding these ‘delicious choices’. I’m not interested.” She continued, standing up on her feet.

“Honey, you haven't experienced the dark, steamy side of the world of guns. So women up and sit down.” The younger girl pressured, tugging down on Yoona, forcibly. The force of the little tug, sent the older girl spiralling down onto her bottom.

“Ya!” Yoona shrieked but was ignored by the younger girl.

Suzy threw a smirk in Yoona’s direction before she opened her mouth to recite the names of the killers like an intimate, sex broadcast on a radio.

Yeah, she was that crazy.

“Suspect number one: Do Kyung-soo. Code name is D.O. Height is unknown and DOB is unknown. His occupation is being a freelance hot-headed assassin. He has a body count of 256 people including both women and children. He fights with his hands and bites with his mouth. Known to be very brutal with his victims and has a large thirst towards sex. He’s the maniac elf that even the local law enforcement can’t control.” Suzy read off the folder as Yoona sighed in defeat. She made herself comfortable on the stairs before glancing at the photo of the man that her friend was so intimately reading about.

“The guy looks normal to me.” Yoona commented, not feeling any kind of attraction from the young-ish looking boy. “He’s a bit cute, but not cute enough.”

“You hardly feel anything towards any boy, sweetheart.”

Yoona forced a smile back in her friend’s direction. If only her friend knew about the lost boys from her past.

“So, who’s next?”

Suzy gave a bright smile to Yoona. She patted the older girl in affection before flipping the page to the next person.

“Suspect number two: Kwon Ji-yong. Code name: G-dragon. He’s a sniper, mainly works for the local gang called ‘Big Bang’. But it says here, he’s known to have involved in various assassinations of high profile victims. He’s a bit old for our age but still, he has an impeccable taste in women. Who knows Jae-hee might have fucked him before she departed to hell.”

Yoona looked closely at the picture. The guy looked a bit familiar. Or was it his eyes that reminded her of someone?

“Wait...” she said slowly, letting an old memory resurface. “Isn’t he—”

“Yup. The one and only.” Suzy nodded, cutting her off with a wicked smirk. “Jae-hee must have been one lucky girl to bang one of the most wanted criminals in the world.”

Kwon Ji-yong, AKA the G-dragon, was one of the snipers who was involved in the assassination of Donald Trump, the deceased president of United States of America. The attack took place an year ago. Upon deeper investigations, it was revealed that a series of snipers and killers were hired to kill the president. It was a month of horror for all of Americans and the president himself. There were so many attacks, so many explosions, the streets were flooded with criminals trying to get to the 73 year old man. But in the end, it was the two Asian killers who managed to cut the old man off. And Kwon Ji-yong was one of those Asian killers. The only one who had his face plastered on every news channel.

“Wow..” Yoona gaped at the new information.

“I know right? When I saw him, I had the same reaction.” Suzy commented, running her fingers through the photo. “Too bad he's a wanted criminal. I would have loved to bang this beauty.”

Yoona cringed at the cliche.

“He has a tattoo.” She offered, trying to get Suzy’s glazed eyes off the photo. “A large insect tattoo.”

“So he does.” Her friend teased with a devilish smirk.

“And multiple ear piercings.”

“So he does.”

“He’s not good. He’s bad.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Suzy countered with another smirk. “After all, bad boys are known to bring the heaven to you.”

Yoona groaned at her friend’s infatuation with criminal boys. The very first year into their friendship, Yoona had discovered the crazy obsession of bad boys that lives inside the younger girl. It peeked out from time to time whenever the younger girl’s sexual frustration increased, which by the way was a lot of times. Maybe that’s why the 24 year old was no longer a virgin. The pure innocence was lost in a dark, steamy one night stand three years ago.

“You’re still stuck on that boy, aren’t you?” Yoona questioned when she saw Suzy fingering the little trinket in her neck. It was a little necklace piece shaped into a Bluebell, hanging dangerously close to her round cleavage. It always makes a bell like noise whenever it was moved by her fingers or her olive skin.

“Who?” Suzy asked, snapping out of her glazed look. She was still fingering the little necklace.

“You know... that tall, steamy, purple-haired sex god who let you ride him for hours and hours.” Yoona teased, finally enjoying the moment.

A small hue of red appeared on Suzy’s cheeks. Her lips curled into a small smile as a warm feeling entered her chest.

Yoona chuckled at the blushing young girl. That boy must have been very special to cause the great Bae Suzy to blush like a little girl.

“Hush... stop laughing. It’s not funny. We’re going off topic!” Suzy exclaimed, flicking at Yoona’s obvious giggling state. “Yuri, Stop!” The younger begged. “We have to focus on Jae-hee!”

“Oh come on!” Yoona whined, flicking at the folder. “I’m more interested in your steamy one night stand than this folder full of lazy criminals.” The words caused Suzy’s ears to turn red. “Come on, let me do the honours.”

A terrified look appeared in Suzy’s eyes. Before the younger girl could react, Yoona had already snatched the folder out of Suzi’s fingers before throwing it over the railings. It clattered down the small, narrow gap quietly before a loud thump was heard indicating that the thick file has touched down on the ground floor.

Suzy gaped at her friend’s actions before looking down the railings. Yoona followed the same movements, only to discover the large heap of flying papers still descending down the stairs slowly due to the air and their light weight. The black folder itself was lying limply on the bottom floor like a dead man.

“Y-you just... oh my god!” Suzy couldn’t form the words. She looked so shocked that Yoona tried not to look too guilty. Looks like her habits of being unpredictable were acting up again. “That was Ji-soo’s file you dumb child! I was gonna put it back. But now it’s...”

“Don’t worry, she’ll just think it’s lost like the ARIA files.” Yoona shrugged before pulling the younger girl away from the railings. “Now tell me more about your knight in the shinning armour.”

It’s funny how Yoona changed her mood so quickly. A moment ago she wanted nothing more than to run away from Suzy’s constant prodding into her dead boss’s case and now, she wanted nothing more than Suzy to tell her about the dreamy boy she encountered in her euphoric adventures three years ago. She didn’t even care about the giant stairwell that was now flooded with colourful photographs and Korean paperwork outlining the details of a very sensitive case around America and South Korea. Something that could put a lot of people in a tight spot.

“Please?” Yoona begged, trying not to cringe at herself. Suzy looked tormented between her friend and the file on the bottom floor. After few seconds, she sighed in defeat.

“Why do you want to know so much about my man, lady?” Suzy countered, not liking the sudden interest.

Yoona grinned to herself. I’m interested because then you will forget about that stupid murder case and not give me anymore of those painful headaches that I’m already dealing with. She played the words in her mind.

“Because I love a good romantic story.” She beamed at the younger girl. Lies. I hate romantic stories. They always end up with a sad ending. Like mine did.

“Fine.” Suzy agreed, still giving her friend a suspicious look. She clapped her hands before opening her mouth to recite the memorable night once again. But before she could, a loud noise from down below interrupted them. They both panicked as they heard a hoard of footsteps making up the staircase.

With no time to think, they sprinted out of the same fire exit door that they originally came through, just barely escaping the steely eyes of the eldest Lee child who was sprinting up the stairs to find the person who stole the files from his sister’s desk.

He grumbled when he couldn’t find anyone and stared hopelessly at the mess of photos and papers that covered the stairwell, revealing the origins of his illegal sources.

“Fuck.”

*******

“—it has now been confirmed that the missing vital organs of the girls found dead earlier in Chinatown, are up on the black market to be sold to the highest bidder. The local police force are trying to trace the source of origin, but nothing has been found yet. With this new killing spree, young girls are advised to stay in their homes until the culprit has been arrested. The death of these girls has raised awareness issues around—”

“I can’t believe he actually did that.” Jongin commented as he grimaced at the graphic pictures being displayed on the large TV. His elder brother who sat beside him also looked uncomfortable. “Hyung, you should keep him in South Korea. He’s too brutal for America.”

“I wish I could, Kai. But I might have pissed him off real bad this time.” Minseok admitted as he shivered at the screams he heard that day. He was a member of the mafia too. He has seen his fair share of murders and has indulged in various killings but bangtan?... Bangtan is on a completely different level compared to him. They were ruthless and crazy-minded.

“Where is he now?”

“Honestly speaking... I don’t know.” Minseok replied with a shake of his head. He exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have a feeling he’s still here, lurking around somewhere in the city.”

A tensed silence passed through them. Their body tensed up at the thought of their cousin still roaming around somewhere in the city. It’s dangerous for that guy to be here. The man had the most unstable mind in the group despite being the oldest and most responsible. He was an obsessed freak.

“This is too depressing for my liking.” The younger joked. Minseok couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke.

“Yeah, it is.”

There was a small pause between them, before Jongin spoke again.

“I wish Chen hyung was here. I miss him.”

The words were quiet and faint to the normal ears, but with minseok’s enhanced hearing, he heard every syllable. He also heard the painful longing that was hidden behind the tone. He looked at his youngest brother with a sad smile.

Kim Seokjin wasn’t the only one who had lost his love that night. Minseok had lost one of his little brothers that day. Kim Jongdae. He usually went by ‘Chen’. He was assigned as a bodyguard for the lovely Lee Yoona, swearing and dedicating his life to protect the girl who has once saved him when he was little.

“I miss him too, bud.” Minseok replied with the same tone. He really wanted his little brother back. But it was too late. The cheerful, playful boy was gone. He died that night, taking three shots to the chest for the very girl he was trying to protect.

Unknown to the Kim family, somewhere back in their home country, in a dark, dirty cell, a man laid on the floor, whimpering from the recent torture he has just received. His face was half burnt. His body was filled with numerous scars and painful wounds. He was shaking on the cold floor as he cried himself to sleep, thinking of only one thing. His brothers.

*******

“That was a close call.”

Yoona couldn’t agree more. She was slumped down onto her soft, leathery chair, relaxing as she closed her eyes and thought about the unexpected getaway she was involved in few hours ago. All thanks to Suzy of course.

The older girl glared at the younger girl who was invading her cubicle like a tall tree. Suzy’s eyes were focused on Yoona’s slumped state. After their hurried escape, they had separated into different directions, promising to meet up after the coast was clear.

“How can you be so relaxed, Yuri? We nearly got caught this morning!” Suzy whispered-yelled in a low voice. She was sitting on Yoona’s desk, a pile of papers acting as her cushion underneath her curved butt.

“The only thing I care about is that we escaped. And the fact that I will never let myself be kidnapped by you again.” Yoona muttered, poking a tongue out at the younger girl.

Her friend pouted.

“Oh come on!” Suzy whined. “We both know you were enjoying it.”

“Correction. You were enjoying it, I wasn’t. I was miserable.”

Wrong move.

“Fine, then be miserable forever.” The younger girl hissed before jumping off the table and leaving the workspace.

Yoona shook her head in disappointment. She was used to Suzy’s unexpected angry tantrums. Rubbing her head in complete tiredness, Yoona stood up and made her way to the furthest water station that served cold water and some cold ice cubes. Something that she truly needs to soothe the pain in her head.

Despite her bruises being healed, she still felt her body ache from time to time. The lack of a nutritional diet and her constant voyages of skipping meals produced sudden headaches and body weaknesses inside her. It sometimes affected her health in a bad way, but it doesn’t faze her even one bit. She’s careless with her existence. It’s something she has tried to work on but she never had the right motivation.

“Ahh... this feels nice.” She mutters to herself. The small bag of ice cubes was now placed against her forehead as she sipped onto the cold water quietly. The coldness from the bag was seeping into her skin, soothing the hot pain that penetrated her forehead like fire. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here and then. But something stopped her.

A loud voice echoing behind her.

“ENOUGH!”

The loud volume of the voice was enough to tell her that it was coming from the nearest cabin which turned out to her uncle’s. Putting her makeshift ice bag and the water cup down, she walked further down the corridor that led to her uncle’s cabin. The curiosity cat inside her was bubbling to know the reason behind the loud voice. Her body shook in nervousness as her feet led her to a slightly ajar door. She stepped a bit closer and peaked through the small open space.

Her cousin Ji-Soo was crying as she held her right cheek with her hand. The tears that tickled down the younger girl’s face almost made Yoona regret her decision to eavesdrop. It was then her eyes travelled to the fuming figure that stood like an angry bull, pointing his angry, blazing eyes at his own daughter.

“Do you see this, Ji-Soo?” The man screeched, holding a stack of papers in her cousin’s face. “This means that someone transferred the property on their name, leaving us with no authorities over ARIA. They took possession of our one of the largest money making revenues in America. Do you know how it could affect our reputation here? Or back home? We will be mocked!”

Yoona griped the door frame a bit harder. She wasn’t surprised at the news, considering the disappearance of the property files was a dead giveaway, but she did feel a bit disappointed though. It doesn’t matter if Lee Enterprise is being controlled by her uncle right now. The company is still part of her family’s legacy. Any losses that it faces, it affected her directly. She had a sense of duty towards it. ARIA was one of the true blessings to their company. It brought a good fortune to them. So, loosing the property was a big disappointment to her.

“Appa, I swear it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea.” The younger girl whimpered as Yoona felt a pang of guilt hit her. She felt an urge to hug the girl. Despite her younger cousin’s hatred towards her, Ji-Soo was still her partially blood sister. Whether she admits it or not, they were related by blood. So, when her uncle raised her hand to hit Ji-Soo again, Yoona’s heart clenched at the sight. She held herself back from entering just in time to see another tall figure blocking the raised hand.

Taemin.

Her oldest cousin. The brother who fiercely loved his sisters except Yoona. He stood over Ji-Soo like a protective tiger.

“It wasn’t her fault.” He said firmly, gazing into the man’s eyes who gave him birth. Yoona bit her lip in silence. She felt jealous that her younger cousin is so lucky to have such a protective brother on her side. It nearly made her miss her dead sister who promised to stay by her side forever too.

“You of all people should know that Ji-Soo would never do this, dad. The files were stolen. It’s not her fault.”

The elder man huffed angrily at his son. He exhaled loudly before returning back to his seat.

Yoona felt a bit awkward standing there. She was about to move away is when her cousin’s next words stopped her.

“I know who did this.” His voice was laced with venom. “I know who stole the papers and sold them to a bidder.” There was a forced silence in the air, before he spoke again. “The Kim Industries.”

A sudden chill went down Yoona’s back. She lost the ability to breathe for a second. It’s been years since she had heard that name.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They all died that night.” Her uncle countered, grumbling to himself.

“No, not them. Their extended family. Kim Minseok.”

Yoona felt her eyes water at the familiar name. Minseok was one of the supposed brother she had when everyone was still alive. He took care of her just like her older sister. But after that night, he never got in contact with her. She figured either the man didn’t know she was alive or he hated her for killing his brothers. Four members from the Kim family died that night. It was enough for anyone to hate her, considering they all died protecting her.

“He’s been inactive for years, son.” The eldest Lee said, resting his head on his chair. Yoona could see Ji-Soo cowering in her spot on the fancy couch. “He’s an emotional mess due to his brothers deaths.”

Guilt hit Yoona like a wave of water. Was the man she considered as her older brother was really messed up due to his brothers deaths? Does that mean he hates her?

“Kim Minseok has been very much involved with everything we have neglected, dad.” Taemin’s voice echoed through the small gap. “He’s been eating off our hands without a blink from us. I just discovered his little projects.” A slam of a heavy folder sounded among the room. “He has been gambling in the mafia since the very beginning, staying under the radar to avoid us. All the projects we have been involved in, his company, Kim industries, has been snagging them one by one. And ARIA is one of them. Even after those little bastards are dead, their family line still continued to dominate us.”

The 26 year old felt her fingers grip the doorframe tightly.

“How far off is he?” There was a thick tension radiating from the room. Everything had gone so quiet suddenly.

“Far enough to topple down the lowest of our rank in the circle.”

The circle. Yoona has heard about them before. A mysterious group of leaders. The term has come up in many of her uncle’s secret conversations when she had accidentally stumble upon them. Like today.

There was a silence in the room before something creeked and the door she was leaning on, swung open, toppling her balance and crashing her down to the floor. She groaned slightly at the pain. That was until someone gripped her hair and dragged her into the room.

She bit onto her lips from screaming out.

“We have a pest here, dad.” Yoona gulped as she recognised the harsh voice of her oldest cousin. Her luck has finally ran out. “Let’s teach her a little lesson.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the fateful slap that would grace her cheek... but after a minute of waiting, it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see what was happening.

Taemin’s raised hand was being blocked off by another arm. The arm that was covered in a stripy grey suit with the finest material known to mankind. Only one person in the family has a taste for rare things. Her uncle.

“Leave her.” Her uncle’s firm voice cut through the thick silence. Both of his children stood gaping at the man. As for Yoona, she was surprised and shocked to hear the words. Lee Sung-Woo has never defended Yoona before. Her uncle was the one who gave his wife and children permission to torment her with verbal, physical and mental abuse. He let them break her down into bits as he watched from his throne quietly, not giving any care to his beaten and bruised niece. So, why now?

“But dad—”

“I said, leave her.” The older man repeated the words with a dark undertone to his voice. His son shivered before dropping his hand to his side. Yoona glanced at her eldest cousin, only to see him glaring at her. Something told her that she was still in the danger zone.

The elder Lee turned to face her, his light brown eyes boring into her dark ones.

“Get up, Yoona. I have a job for you.” He said, giving her a genuine smile that raised red flags in her head. His face showed the kind features he had mastered over the years while his eyes reflected his true intentions towards her.

Still stunned by his words, Yoona didn’t move from her position on the ground. She still sat on her knees, dress ruffled at places and hair pulled out into a messy hodgepodge due to her eldest cousin’s tight grip on her.

A sudden pain enveloped her when the same man applied a bit of strain onto her escaping roots, causing her to whimper softly.

“Don’t push your luck, pest.” She clenched her jaw at his words, holding herself back from bitting at him. It will sign her an eternity of pain if she ever did.

Slowly but surely, the 26 years old beauty picked herself up from the floor. She stood on her feet with shaky legs as her uncle walked back to his leather chair in the middle of the room.

“I won’t ask you how much you have heard because I know you have heard everything.” The male spoke, rubbing his hands together. “And frankly, it’s a good thing you know this now.” Yoona was puzzled by his words. “Do you remember Minseok?” She nodded which earned her a small laugh from him. “He always stuck around you and your sister like a magnet.”

Yoona bit her lips. Was he mocking her?

By now, she has been forcibly pushed onto a chair, across from her uncle’s table.

“Do you know he hates you?” Her body stiffened. “I bet this vendetta he has going on against Lee Enterprise is because of you. I mean, you were the reason for the death of his brothers after all. How can he not hate you?” Yoona felt a chill run down her back at those words. Her chest ached at the idea of Kim Minseok hating on her. She knew he did, but it hurts a lot when someone say that to her directly. “You very well know who was the target that night.” Yes, she knew. Yoona was the target. Lee Yoona and her older sister. The offspring of the current Lee family.

“And you know why he—” Before he could continue, Yoona cut him off with her hand banging on the dark polished table.

“You don’t need to tell me the past because I know what happened.” She hissed, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I know they died because of me. What do you actually want, uncle?”

A sudden pull on her hair was enough to know that his bratty children are acting up again. She could feel the long nails behind this one. It has to be her darling female cousin.

“Let her go, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa...”

“Let. Her. Go.” The younger child growled before letting go of Yoona’s hair. The 26 year old was surprised at the sudden change in her younger cousin’s behaviour. One moment she was crying and the second she’s on her feet like a wild cat, ready to tear her apart.

“What do you want from me?” Yoona demanded after a full minute of silence.

Traces of a faint smile appeared on her uncle’s lips. He pulled something out of his nearest cabinet and slapped it down onto the table infront of her. She stared at it blankly. It was a large yellow envelope about the size of an A4 page.

“I want you to go on a little trip for me. It’s indefinite of course.” He pointed to the envelope. “All your tickets, identity papers and everything else is in that envelope. You are going to be starting a new life. A new name, a new look and a new identity. Congrats Yoona, you are the new executive director of Lee Enterprise for the Korean branch. You’re going back home.”

“What?!” Three different voices in the room screamed, and Yoona was one of them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, stunned at the words he just blurted out.

His children were also looking at him in shock. Ji-soo’s hand was curled around a nearby couch pillow while Taemin’s fist was turning white due to the pressure he was applying on the chair next to Yoona.

The 26 year old flinched when the leather of the chair curved inwards at the raw strength. She looked at her uncle in obvious shock and fear.

“We need a new person to take the position. It been chaotic in our home country. Since you are practically useless to me right now, I have assigned you as the acting head. The position is yours to work with.”

“What—No!” Ji-Soo said in outrage. “That’s my position! How could you just give it to her?”

“I don’t need to explain my reasons to you, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa—” the girl looked appalled at her father.

“Leave my office. Both of you. Now.” The direct order was cold and piercing to his children’s hearts. The man who had never raised his voice on his kids, unless they did something wrong, is choosing their dirty cousin over them.

When Yoona heard the loud slams of the cabin’s door, she lifted her eyes up to the old man.

“Let’s talk in peace, shall we?”

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Meanwhile, miles away from America and right into the heart of South Korea, a dark figure, clad in the most darkest attire of an assassin, battled his way through a crowd of armed men as his silver blade pierced through their bodies one by one. With each duck and with each stroke of his blade, blood spilled out onto him like splashes of water. The oncoming rain from above hit him like bullets as he rolled on the wet pavement and slashed at yet another men. His clothing that was designed in the most expensive polymer, tightened around his lean figure as he bent, jumped and rolled under various stalls to avoid the oncoming slaughter of the real bullets, aimed directly at his prominent limbs.

“Ya, hyung!” A childish voice whined from behind him. “Hurry up and save me already. I’m hungry!” A young boy said, jingling the silver metal cuffs on his wrist. He was sitting on a nearby stall, sucking onto a lollipop as armed men surrounded him.

The boy was unfazed by the ring leader who tried to make him cower in fear.

“Pali, Pali hyung!” He whined again when the ring leader tried to take away his lollipop. “Ya! You little cockroach, let go of my lollipop or I swear I’ll stuff your butthole with them.”

The assassin who was in the middle of a trio fight, shook his head in annoyance. He bent and rolled on the ground, letting his blade do the work instead.

“Aish.. this kid.” He muttered to himself before throwing one of his trusty knives at the grubby hands of the ring leader. The old, puggy man screeched in pain as his right hand is pierced by a pointy blade in the shape of a Star. “Stay the fuck away from my brother’s lollipop!”

The said brother smiled and continued to suck on the juicy blob of sugar.

Another minute passed, and the assassin’s enemies has decreased in numbers. Bodies piled up the wet pavement as the last of the armed men fell to the ground with a sliced neck. The only one remained was the puggy ring leader and his two trusted men.

“Daebak! Hyung, your awesome!” The younger boy cheered, clapping his cuffed hands together like a teenage Pom Pom girl. His light brown hair also bounced as he jumped up and down.“I feel so proud. My hyung is the best!”

The said hyung scoffed. He has heard that line several times from the younger boy on many different occasions.

“You say the same thing to others, Jungkookie.”

“No, I don’t.” The boy lied, giving the elder a huge, innocent pout. The tongue that has now turned blue due to the lollipop he has been sucking, lapsed around his puffy lips like a little boy. “Pali, Pali! Save me and let’s go for dinner.” He whined again, pouting his lips and widening his doe-eyes.

“Aish...” The said assassin grumbled before raising his sword like a true ninja. He grit his teeth and charged at the last remaining set of men.

A minute later, all three them fell lifelessly on the ground with broken limbs. The younger bunny boy cheered, jumping on the stall like a little kid.

“Yay! Let’s go for hotdogs now!”

The assassin clad in black huffed and wiped his sword clean with his sleeves. He stashed it back into its holster behind him before tugging on his younger brother’s metal cuffs and pulling him off the stall with one hard pull.

The said boy stumbled to his feet before landing on the wet pavement with a thud. His pretty, child-like face turned into a scowl as he felt the rain water seep into his black pants.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed angrily.

“This is the only favour I’m doing for you, Jungkookie” The assassin said in a husky voice as he removed his face mask. He pulled his hood back, revealing a nest of dark orange hair. “Go back home or I’ll dob on you. Next time you get kidnapped by goons, fight your way out. Don’t call me for help.”

“But it’s fun watching you fight.” The boy whined innocently. But he stopped when he noticed his hyung’s narrowed eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

And with that he pulled himself up on his feet, discarding the metal cuffs on the ground with no help. His hands swiped another lollipop out of his pocket before he skipped away, throwing a simple smirk over his shoulders.

“I swear I’m going to skewer him one day.” The assassin mumbled before shaking his head. Who is he kidding? The bright, sunny angel inside him would never let the dark ninja kill his maknae.

Stupid brotherly bonds.

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greekletters · 4 years

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... I'm alive, promise!

Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates/posts. I recently adopted a puppy and she takes up a large chunk of my free time. But I have finally finished another prompt!

I’ll Never Unsee That

“Oh! I have an idea, let’s play truth or dare.” Ruby suggests. And Blake feels the hair on the back of her neck bristle up.

“YES!” Nora is suddenly incredibly invested in truth or dare, and no longer in the bowl of popcorn in front of her.

“I’m game to play. But only if we do dares only, truth is always so boring.” Yang smirks and joins the group in a circle on the floor.

“I think it’s a childish game and don’t see the appeal.” Weiss sticks her nose up but sits down anyways.

“So that mean you’re in, ice queen?” Yang shoves Weiss’ shoulder, almost knocking her over.

“Of course I’m in, you brute.”

Blake silently takes a seat across from Weiss. Not really enthusiastic about playing, but everyone else had committed and she didn’t mind being able to look at Weiss for a while. Not that anyone would ever know that.

“I haven’t played this game in so long. This should be fun.” Pyrrha’s enthusiasm on the other hand, was palpable.

Clearly, she’d never played this game with Nora and Yang before.

“I’ll go first since it was my idea to play. And Blake, since your are sitting to my right, you get to ask the dare.”

“Lovely.” She takes a deep breath. “But I want to establish the ground rules. First, no naked dares. I can’t take another month worth of Goodwitch’s detentions.”

Yang and Nora audibly groan. But Blake continues on.

“Also, no dirty dares. If I have to explain to Ruby what a lap dance is one more time, I’m going to need therapy.”

“I still don’t really get it.” Ruby mumbles.

“Oh come on, Blake! If we can’t do any of the fun ones then what’s the point?” Yang crosses her arms in disappointment.

“I guess you will just have to use your brain and be creative then, huh?” Weiss jabs at Yang, which gains a snarl from the blonde.

“Now, now, let’s play fair. Blake, go ahead and start.” Pyrrha is still way too excited.

“Fine. Ruby,” Blake looks around for ideas. Eyes coming to rest on the items on the kitchen counter. “I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard.”

“That’s it?” Clearly offended, Yang rolls her eyes.

Ruby hops up from her place next to Blake and moves to grab a spoon.

“Did I say spoon? I meant the soup ladle.”

“That’s more like it.” The smirk on Yang’s face is telling.

“What if it makes me sick?” Ruby can’t help but ask.

“If you throw up before you finish it all, you have to complete a second dare.” Blake clarifies as Ruby squeezes the yellow mustard out of the bottle and into the soup ladle.

“Okay. Ready?” Ruby asks the group even though it doesn’t really matter how ready they are. But they all nod in confirmation, Pyrrha giving a supportive thumbs up.

After the first bite, Ruby visibly gags but keeps her mouth closed.

“Get it together Ruby, it’s just mustard.” Weiss offers up her version of support.

“I’d like to see you eat it then.” She shoots Weiss a glare before taking her third bite off the ladle.

“Lick the spoon! Lick the spoon!” Nora chants after Ruby finishes the final bite, shaking off a chill at the same time.

“Yeah no thanks.” Ruby leaves the spoon in the kitchen and comes back and takes her vacant place in the circle.

“Alright, your turn Ruby.” Blake says, looking at her expectantly.

“Okay, um, Nora.”

“Yes!” Nora throws her fist in the air. Overzealous as ever.

“I dare you to eat a whole piece of paper.”

“Easy.” Nora scoffs as she gets up and grabs someone’s notebook off the desk and rips out a fresh piece of paper.

“Are you going to rip it up or just eat it whole?” Weiss looks absolutely horrified.

“Does it matter?” Yang says eagerly as Nora crumbles up the piece in a ball and puts it in her mouth.

“Fascinating.” Pyrrha says, unable to take her eyes off of Nora as she chomps on the paper repeatedly.

Taking a huge gulp, Nora swallows the mouthful of paper in one go.

“Like I said, easy. Who wants to go next?”

Yang starts beating her hands on the ground. Wanting to get picked, knowing Nora is her best chance to have something completely ridiculous to do.

“Alright, Yang. I challenge you..” she walks over to the kitchen and grabs a bag of grapes from the fruit bowl and comes back over to the circle “to put as many grapes as you can in your mouth.”

Yang catches the bag as Nora tosses it her way and sits back down next to Weiss.

“Piece of cake. Or should I say, piece of grapes.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

“You make no sense, ice queen.” Blake rolls her eyes as Weiss and Yang go back and forth while Yang starts shoving grapes in her mouth one after another.

After a minute or so, Yang has put nearly twenty grapes in her mouth. She looks like a chipmunk.

“Nineteen. Come on Yang, I bet you can do another few grapes.” Pyrrha claps her hands together excitedly as Yang keeps going.

“Roh kay. Ron morh.” The five others watch eagerly as Yang puts one final grape in her mouth.

As soon as the final grape is in her mouth, Yang raises her hands in victory and yells triumphantly. The force of her yell causes the grapes to shoot out of her mouth. One of which hits Blake in the side of her face.

“Oh sick.” She wipes what she assumes to be spit off the side of her cheek.

After she wipes her mouth and collects the rolling grapes off the floor, Yang pops one in her mouth and starts to eat them.

“Foul. Vile. Putrid.” Weiss still disturbed by Yang’s behavior. Yang seems unbothered by Weiss’ opinion.

“Alright.” Tossing another grape in the air and catching it in her mouth. “My turn. Blake, you’re up.”

“Can’t wait.” Her monotonous voice drips with sarcasm.

“Since you were easy on Ruby, I’m going to do you a favor.”

“So kind.” Blake rolls her eyes.

“Take your socks off.”

“That’s it?” Weiss’ voice is shrill from the surprised tone.

“With your teeth.” Yang smirks, knowing Blake can’t stand feet. “While you’re standing up, can’t make it too easy.”

Blake shrugs and stands up. How hard could it be? After a minute or so of struggling, hopping on one foot, Blake learns this may be harder than she thought.

“Quit hopping around and focus.”

“Weiss, I don’t need any tips. I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that so? Because it looks like you’re about to-“

Before Weiss can finish, Blake slips and tumbles to the ground, biting onto the end of her sock as she falls.

“HA!” She says proudly as she holds the sock between her teeth.

“One down, one to go.” Yang says.

“You can do it Blake! Don’t fall this time though, that looked like it hurt.”

“It did.” Blake groans as she stands back up. This time, easily pulling the second sock off her left foot. “Is it my turn again?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, um I guess I’ll pick Pyrrha.” Noticing that Pyrrha looks way too eager to play this game, Blake decides to take it upon herself to take that excitement down a notch.

“Oh excellent. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“How are you excited when you don’t even know what I’m going to ask you to do? Wait, never mind. Doesn’t matter.”

“Cut to the chase, Blake!” Nora is bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Go lift up the cushions on the couch. And you have to put whatever you find in your mouth for ten seconds.”

“Savage.” Yang nods in approval.

“Ew.” Ruby grimaces.

Pyrrha walks over to the couch and begins to lift up the cushions one by one, noticeably more skeptical.

“Oh! That looks gross. Get that one!” Nora shouts as Pyrrha lifts up a cushion, uncovering what appears to be an old potato chip.

Hesitantly, Pyrrha leans over and grabs the chip in her hand and eyes it suspiciously and opens her mouth.

“Pyrrha, please don’t Yang and Jaune sit on that couch. Gods know where it came from.” Weiss all but begs her not to eat it, as Pyrrha closes her eyes and pops the chip in her mouth.

Blake’s eyes go wide, Weiss’ mouth falls open and Ruby covers her eyes. Yang stands up and claps, Nora cheers.

As soon as her ten seconds is up, Pyrrha runs over to the trash bin and empties her mouth, and subsequently her stomach into the container below.

“I’ll never unsee that.” Weiss looks away, disgusted.

After rinsing her mouth out in the sink, Pyrrha takes her seat next to Weiss once again.

“Trust me, you weren’t missing anything.” She looks around the circle to see who should go next. Only one person was left. “I guess I have to pick you then?” Looking over at Weiss.

“I suppose.”

“Make it something good Pyr, she’s the last one.” Yang leans over and bumps shoulders with Pyrrha.

“Alright then. Um, Weiss, I dare you to..” Weiss looks like she’s holding her breath and could pass out at any second “send your crush a text and say that you love them.”

“Cold blooded.” Blake murmurs, looking to the side, not envious at all.

“Well at least we know Jaune won’t be getting a text from Weiss.” Nora rolls onto her back in laughter.

“Hey, that’s not very nice. Jaune is a really nice guy.”

“We all know you got a thing for mop head boy, Pyr. But I highly doubt Weiss is about to send Jaune a message.” Yang looks across Pyrrha, over to Weiss. “Right?”

“If I refuse to complete the dare, what are my options?”

“You can’t refuse, it’s the rules.” Ruby says defiantly. “I had to eat an entire soup ladle of mustard, you can send a single text.”

Weiss looks to the floor and wrings her hands uneasily.

“It’s easy Weiss, you don’t even have to tell us who you send it to.” Blake tries to make her feel better. “I mean, it could be someone’s lucky day.”

“Exactly. You could make someone’s dream come true. Maybe they feel the same way. You never know.”

“Okay, okay. Hush. All of you. I’ll do it.” She pulls her scroll from her pocket and holds it in her hand.

After a moment of staring, Weiss begins to navigate to the correct app and quickly types out a message. Reading it over a few times before taking in a deep breath and hitting send.

“See? That wasn’t that bad, was it?” Yang teases.

And Weiss looks across the circle and catches Blake’s eye, but the expression on her face is hard for Blake to read. It’s somewhere in between scared and sick.

“Weiss, you alright?” Blake asks, but before Weiss can answer, Blake’s scroll makes a noise on the floor beside her. Letting her know she has a message.

She picks it up and unlocks the screen, eyebrows furrowed as she reads the message on the screen. After about the third or fourth time her expression softens and she looks back up at the girl across from her.

“Weiss?” Blake now shares the same look on her face as Weiss.

Yang looks back and forth between the two of them until she realizes what happened and her eyes go wide.

“No fucking way..”

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Here is a puppy pic, just because. Her name is Luna. : )

#rwby monochrome #rwby checkmate #rwby fanfiction #Blake Belladonna #weiss schnee

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ghost-of-box-five · 3 years

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Thanks for the tag @1taliart-stargayce

1. What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Ale, just what everyone calls me in real life tbh

2. When is your birthday?

November 22nd, so like last week...ish kind of?

3. Where do you live?

I happen to live in the land of ‘damn I wish my heater worked properly now that it’s getting cold’, also known as Spain

4. Three things you are doing right now?

So I’m preparing to go out and by a new sketchbook cause I’m running out of pages on my practice one, I’m also doing this and also thinking about the stickers I’ll print to add to the cover.

5. Four fandoms that you have piqued your interest?

This is gonna be fun cause they have so little in common

-Transformers: From a young age I’ve loved them robots in disguise, I still love them but I’m not active in the fandom and it’s been a while since last time I drew my ocs or any fanart for that matter, but! I do read the comics and rewatch my fave shows from time to time.

-Wakfu: but in a very weird way as in I started playing the game after rewatching the show and then got too invested in the characters I created there and made a whole story on them, and like recently they’ve announced season four and suddenly I’m having the urge to draw my characters again.

-Phantom of the Opera: From a young age, just like Transformers, young me watched the 2004 film cried a lot and I’ve been a fan of PotO ever since, I was so excited when they streamed the 25th anniversary recording that I got really into it again...

-But then CATS happened! as in I liked Cats before but never got into the fandom or too into it, then the movie came, watched the 1998 version too and here we are now!

6. How has the pandemic been treating you?

Thanfully not too badly!

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

So, cannot name any specific song cause my brain does this thing where it will only allow me to listen to one soundtrack on loop over and over again rahter than one single song. so currently? Hairspray and Cats, the Japanese cast recording of it

8. Recommend a movie

Oh boy, I haven’t watched one in a while actually, so I don’t have any recommendations for you

9. How old are you?

Turned 21 last week...ish

10. School, university, occupation, other?

University, and it’s a ✨struggle✨

11. Do you prefer heat or cold?

Cold, I cannot deal with the heat at all. Cannot sleep at all during the summers, cannot go out without the sun burning me to a crisp, and always am stuck babysitting younger relatives at the pool so not that fun either.

12. Name one fact that others may not know about you?

So I’m extremely shy when meeting others and so appear to be very quiet, but I actually was born with very loud speakers attached to me, but they only work properly when I know you (@/my irl friends and probably online ones i send voice messages to too I’m so sorry about being so loud )

13. Are you shy?

Extremely so, it’s yet another struggle

14. Preferred pronouns?

I go by she/her

15. Biggest pet peeves?

When people touch my things without permission, even more so when they’ve been explicitly told not to do so. It really does get on my nerves.

16. What’s your favourite “-dere” type?

I don’t have a favourite really. Or like I haven’t thought abour this question until this very moment so I don’t have an answer yet

17. Rate your life from 1 to 10?

A solid 6

18. What’s your main blog?

Had another one but rn would say this one!

19. List your side blogs and what they’re used for.

None! but I’m so tempted to do one for Cats either just to post my Cats stuff or maybe an rp blog for my ocs or maybe both? I’m not sure (but the Cats sideblog is a real possibility tbh)

20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

I don’t think there is anything you’d need to know? other than maybe if you wanna chat or something just drop a message, I struggle with starting conversations cause I’m awkward as fuck a first, bu soon enough you’ll be having to deal with me sending you doodles at random moments of the day or showing you weird things I found while walking outside.

and Oh! If you message me and I don’t reply...message me again, chances are I was doing something or somehow I thought so hard about my own reply that I actually tricked myself into believing I’ve actually replied :’D

Now for the tags, not anyone in mind rn so if you see this and want to do it, here you go! I’m tagging you!

#ale screams into the void

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nctwd127 · 4 years

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Arranged Marriage.

Chapter Seven.

New Character is introduced!

Word Count: 2848

The following morning, I finished getting ready and was in the kitchen having breakfast before leaving for the day. It was quiet and peaceful, until he came in. “When are you leaving?” I heard behind me.

“Right now actually.” I got up and left my plate in the sink. I turned to face him, “What Yuta? Stop staring at me.” I was starting to get annoyed at how often he just stared at me without saying anything. It pissed me off and he knew that, considering he gets the same reaction every time he does it.

“You know why I’m staring. It’s Monday.” He reminded me. A heavy sigh left my lips and the tears welled up on my waterline again, my hands coming to cover my face. “Please Yuta, don’t do this to me. I can’t, it’s too much.” I begged, my voice breaking a little.

He walked over to me and removed my hands from my face, holding them by the wrist, a little too tight. Yuta looked into my watery eyes, maintaining the cold expression that never seemed to be anything else but.

“You don’t have a choice. You’re doing what I say and that’s it.” He declared. “You’re going to be leaving with me from now on, coming and going. No if’s and’s or but’s.”

The tears I tried hard to keep inside spilled when I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, this is really too much for me to handle. Things just keep getting worse and worse. If it wasn’t for Yuta being in my face right now, I would have broken down again.

“We’re going to be late.” I mumbled pulling my wrist from him to wipe the tears that stained my cheeks, thankfully he let go without a fight.

We walked out to his car, not wanting to be closer to him than I needed or wanted to be, I got into the backseat. He didn’t say anything and just let me be. He drove with the occasional look through the rearview mirror. I looked out the window, letting the thoughts of Doyoung consume me.

To say that I was devastated after knowing what he did would be an understatement. I understood that he is going through a lot too and that is just as hard on him as it is on me.

But still, I couldn’t understand why it just had to be that, which he chose to relieve himself with. Like he couldn’t have chosen something else, literally anything else. Instead he chose the most intimate thing possible. Something that had only been ours for four years.

I let out a deep sigh and rested my head against the window, it was cloudy and drizzling. How fitting the weather is today. The drive was just a tad longer since we have moved. Unlike the last four years, Yuta turned to his side of the parking lot, leaving my side and my friends, behind. As we turned, I saw Hendery and Ten standing in the usual place looking out for my car. Just in time, my phone buzzed. It was from Ten.

[Chitapurr]: Are you not coming today?

[Me]: I am but …

[Chitapurr]: But what?

[Me]: Unfortunately, we go public today so I had to ride with him, I just got onto campus grounds. I’ll see you and Hendery for lunch, okay?

[Me]: Is Doyoung here?

[Chitapurr]: Oh god, I know this is so hard for you, I am so sorry. We both are.

[Chitapurr]: Ummmmm…. He’s here but like not here with us… This isn’t how we wanted you to find out…

[Me]: Ten, what’s going on?

[Chitapurr]: I’m so sorry

Yuta parked and got out of the car, coming to my side to open the door for me. “Come on princess.” He stuck out his hand for me to take a hold off. “You’re a class act Nakamoto.” I rolled my eyes getting out of the car ignoring his hand.

Once I was out, he threw his hand over my shoulder and pulled me to him. I tensed and fought the urge to push him off me.

We had a few more minutes before classes started so he walked over to his friends, his arm wrapped around me like I was some kind of trophy. “Yuta, you bring the misses with you.” Taeyong joked as he high fived Jaehyun.

“Yeah, thought it was about time.” He nuzzled into the side of my face. I rolled my eyes and looked away and that’s when I saw it.

My already barely holding on broken heart, detached from my ribs and fell to the bottomless pit that was my stomach. My whole body tensed and my eyes watered. Yuta and his friends took notice and followed my gaze.

Doyoung and some girl, were leaning against his car, heavily invested in a hot make out session. His arms wrapped around her waist, grabbing a hold of her ass as he pulled her impossibly close to him. They pulled away and his eyes found mine. She planted kisses on his lips and he returned them, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Guess you never meant anything to him princess.”

Yuta’s words rang loud and clear in my head as the anger and rage coursed through me and clouded my better judgment. Not thinking straight of the consequences that would come from my actions, I pushed him off me and looked him dead in the eyes before my hand came up to his face, causing a loud smack! to echo in air.

Gasps filled the already tense air as everyone looked at us. Doyoung pushed the girl off and looked alert as we made eye contact again. I forced my eyes away from him and looked at Yuta, who was fuming as the red mark was evident on his face. Nothing would come out of my mouth so I just turned and ran away.

Hearing my name be shouted by him only fueled me to run faster. Where I was going, I have no idea, I just needed to be far away from here as possible.

As I ran, I crashed shoulder first into someone and was knocked down. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” They asked as they helped me up. I looked at them through blurry eyes and saw it was Lucas, a year or two under me. I haven’t really spoken more than a hello to him since last year when we shared a class together.

“(Y/N), right? Are you okay?”

Crying harder at his question, he pulled me into a tight hug, that I’m sure if I wasn’t so broken, could have pieced me together again. “Hey, it’s okay. Let it out. I got you. Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He patted my back softly. I nodded and let him take me to his car where he helped in before he got into the driver’s seat.

Stranger or not, I needed to get out of here.

Lucas drove around aimlessly for a while until I calmed down enough to speak. “Where do you want to go?” He questioned as he pulled over and placed his hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. I gave him a sad smile, “Anywhere but where I live or campus.”

“I know the perfect place then.” He sang and started driving. The drive was quiet but not uncomfortable, he had music playing in the background quietly. I could tell he wanted to ask why he found me in the state I was in but held back from doing so until I was comfortable enough to bring it up myself first.

At first I didn’t know where we were but then I saw the trees I had seen a million times, we were at the park, I guess this was the perfect place. He parked and we both got out. The air felt much fresher and more welcoming here.

“The park, this is a good place.” I noted, looking around not seeing many people here. “Oh no, this isn’t it, come follow me.” Lucas guided me into a path, a little weary I followed him.

“Alright but if I end up getting murdered or kidnapped, it’s on you Lu.” I joked, taking in the path before us. He chuckled and kept walking. After a few turns and one hidden path way, we had arrived.

The sight before me was truly breath taking. A medium sized pond with a few lily pads thrown in it, laid in the middle of a big empty field. Flower bushes were all around the area and picnic tables were scattered around. The sight was beautiful, leaving me speechless for a moment.

“Wow, this place is amazing.”

I didn’t notice how Lucas smiled at me, taking the time to admire how big my smile was and the way my eyes softened at the sight, as if I wasn’t the same person he saw a few minutes ago.

“I’m glad you like it, I don’t bring just anyone here so enjoy it while you can.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. His statement made me blush and shy away for a second, not wanting to look at him.

We took a seat on one of the benches that was around, just looking at the pond in front of us. “Want to talk about it?” Lucas cautioned, not knowing how I was feeling yet.

I thought about it for a moment, debating on whether or not I wanted to burden him with this kind of thing. I looked over at him surprised he was already looking at me, giving me a warm smile. I sighed and decided that I should tell him and let it out, all of it.

Two hours had passed of me talking and explaining, he paused me whenever he needed more details or wanted to ask about something he didn’t understand. Lucas was engrossed into every word that fell past my lips, that it made me unintentionally smile at his attentiveness.

Once I finished he didn’t say anything for a while and I was scared that he was just going to get up and leave.

“Wow…Girl you need a whole two week vacation, like what the fuck?” He was left perplexed. Not expecting that kind of reaction, I laughed. “Don’t I know it?”

“But all jokes aside, wow. I am sorry you’re going through all this and on your own. No one deserves this.” He reached over to take hold of my hands and enclosed them in his, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of them.

The action made me blush but gave me that sense of safety and warmth. “I know you don’t really know me but you just told me you dark and deepest secret, so I am here for you if you need me, really for anything at all.”

“Thank you but I don’t want you to feel obligated to be here only because I told you that, I don’t want to burden you more than I already have.” I mumbled, suddenly feeling guilty. Lucas squeezed my hands a little.

“(Y/N), really, this is no burden for me. Let me be here for you, okay? I can’t change things but let me try to make them better for you. Let me be another pillar of support for you.”

I felt really grateful for Lucas right now. I was so glad to finally have this off my chest, I wasn’t the only one carrying this now and that felt like the biggest relive. I know I had my boys but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them. They were too close to all of this for me to be able to open up and I guess that’s why it came out easier with Lucas.

We spent another two hours at this hidden location walking, talking and laughing a lot. Lucas was such a mood maker kind of person so it was no surprise he practically had me in tears at some point during the time we spent together. Being with Lucas made it easier to forget my troubles.

The drive back to the place I’m forced to call home, was filled with loud laughter and horrible singing on my part since Lucas had an amazing and stunning voice. The first song he sang on his own, had me in awe. He pulled up in front of my house and I was thankful Yuta’s car wasn’t in sight.

“Call or text me if you need anything, okay?” He insisted as he brought me into a tight hug, hugging back I nodded, “Will do, I promise.”

Walking into my ‘home’, I ran straight to my room, scared that Yuta could be either on his way here or in here already and hiding. I locked my door and sighed in relive.

I’ve known Yuta for a long time and I have never seen him this angry, not the way he has been this past week. I wasn’t thinking the moment I smacked him but he pushed too far, he was asking for it.

While the nerves started to settle in about when Yuta would be home, I went to shower, double checking that my room door was locked.

In the bathroom, I played my music over the speaker and stripped. Looking at myself, I felt so sad. I had dark bags under my eyes, my hair was flat and oily and I just looked exhausted. I looked as horrible as I felt. I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water run down my body and just ease all the tense muscles I was carrying.

Once I was done, I dried my hair with the towel the best I could and then let it air dry as I wrapped a towel over my body, thankful that the bathroom was in my room because I had forgotten my clothes.

My music now turned off, I opened the door and didn’t make it far once I saw him sitting on my bed, staring straight at the door, now at me.

His cheek lightly red still from earlier, at least he didn’t bruise. But I don’t think he could even care for that. His eyes dark as could be. His shoulders tensed and his fist balled up to the point his knuckles turned white the moment he saw me. His jaw clenched tight with annoyance.

“Yuta.” I whispered, feeling the air leave my lungs and the anxiety kick in.

Too scared to move or to even look at him, I kept my gaze to his feet, holding the towel to my body. I noticed my door was still closed and locked, it washed over me that he must have the key. He must have the key to every room in this fucking house.

He locked it so I wouldn’t try to leave, as if. I’m not trying to piss him off any more than he already is.

The air was thick and unbearable as he just sat there burning a hole into my soul, he didn’t move or say anything, just stared. I felt really unsettled, mostly for the fact that I was still naked.

My window was open so the early fall breeze was coming in making me shiver a little as my body and hair were still wet. Deciding that I didn’t want to freeze my ass off, I moved to close the bathroom door.

Wrong move.

Before I knew it, I was slammed against the wall, with a small thud. “Fuck.” I groaned at the pain shooting down my back.

“Did you think I was joking when I told you to respect me? When I told you not to test me?” Yuta shouted in my face as he slammed his hand on the wall, near my face, making me flinch.

“No.” I whispered so low it was barely audible, still not looking at him. If I did, I felt I was going to cry at how scared I felt.

“So why did you think it was a good idea to not only hit me but to do it in front of other people?” He demanded for an answer, pressing himself more into me. Still, I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t, my brain wasn’t thinking and my throat was dry as a dessert.

“Okay, so you don’t want to say anything. That’s fine then, don’t. I’ll force the words out of you.”

Before I could question what he meant, his hand went to my throat, forcing my eyes to meet his. It was like looking into the void, pure black. Out of reflex, one hand wrapped around the wrist that was holding my throat and the other to his chest.

Once he saw my hands on him, his once thin line lips, twitched into a smirk and that mischievous sparkle that I had seen many times, many years ago, made its way into his voided eyes.

“This is how I like to see you princess. Defenseless and weak, under my control.”

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Soldier First. Woman Second.

Star Spangled Bingo fic for @star-spangled-bingo

Square filled: Fake dating

Marvel Fluff Bingo fic for @marvelfluffbingo

Square filled: Feelings accidentally revealed

Characters: Bucky x OFC, Steve, Sam, Klaue

Words: 3,162

Warnings: Violence, rape scenario if you squint (nothing happens and the guy regrets it).

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Artemis currently hated that saying. It was bad enough that she was the only female to come on this mission, limited on numbers as they were, but now they were expecting her to do this.

“I'm a soldier, not an actor.” She said angrily. “I'm not made for this sort of thing.”

“Join the club.” Steve said patiently. “But you can't deny that we need to do this.”

“Why can't one of you just go?” She snapped. “It’s not like the rest of the team would be far away. I’m not designed to be some pretty thing on someone’s arm.”

“This is an exclusive members club Arty,” Steve said with a sigh. “A couple is less likely to be noticed than just one person. You and Buck are the least likely to be recognised out of all of us, and as you’re the only woman here, it leaves it a bit difficult for there to be too many other options.”

“I’m sure one of you could go as a damned gay couple.” Artemis grumbled under her breath, leaning heavily against the wall and trying to ignore Bucky’s small smile at her comment.

“Exclusive members.” Steve said flatly. “Meaning they won’t take kindly to things outside their norm. Even if we said we were the wealthiest couple around, no one would take it seriously.”

She rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’m meant to be the door prize!”

“No offence Artemis, Sam said from across the room. “I don't think anyone would take you as a door prize.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “Watch it fly boy, you just remember who is more than capable of hitting you when you flapping your wings around.”

Sam grins and shakes his head.

“None of this is going to change what needs to be done Arty.” Steve said sternly. “Do you think Bucky is comfortable with this?”

She glances at Bucky, who shrugs his shoulders. “I don't know, he looks rather indifferent to me.”

Steve sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Look, the decision has already been made for you. You two are going whether you like it or not.”

Very reluctantly, Artemis relented.

She shifted in her dress uncomfortably again, tugging it down.

Bucky grabs her hand. “Would you stop it? You look fine.”

Artemis shoots him a look. “Says the one tailored up in a suit. I feel ridiculous.”

He can’t help but smirk. “Here I was thinking that that was your usual feeling.”

She rolls her eyes and tugs her hand free, straightening the dress and then uncomfortably letting her hands hang by her side. “I’m soldier first, woman second Barnes. Dresses aren’t part of the uniform.”

“Well, tonight it is,” They both look up at the large manor atop the hill, cars filling the space and they can make out the people at the end of the long driveway. “So let’s just play our parts and be done with it, okay?”

Artemis’s jaw twitches and she nods silently.

Bucky can’t help but shake his head with a smile. “I think you look good, if that’s any consolation.”

She doesn’t get a change to respond as Steve comes over, dressed as a driver. “Sam’s got eyes on. You two ready for this?”

Artemis had honestly thought that they wouldn’t even make it past the door, but here she was, successfully inside, her arm looped through Bucky’s and looking around at all the rich and powerful black-market dealers within the room. She was honestly stunned that Steve had pulled off the drive, let alone her and Bucky successfully handing over their forged invitations.

Bucky gives her arm a slight squeeze. “Are you alright?”

She nods, her sharp eyes scanning the room for their target. “Looks like it’s a no go yet.”

“Mr and Mrs Vandermeer,” A voice said unexpectedly from behind them, causing them to turn and see a dark-haired man standing there, looking them up and down in a judging way. “Such an usual couple in an unusual trade, especially when I’ve never heard of you before.”

“Drake Hardmon, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Artemis grits her teeth and gives a slight bow. “My husband and I were just discussing whether someone as highly esteemed as you would be at such an event.”

The grin from Drake reminded her of a shark, and she didn’t miss the way his gaze skimmed over her again. “Oh good, you’ve heard of me, however that doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t heard of you. In this business, everyone does know everyone.”

Bucky holds out his hand. “I’m James, this is my wife Juliet. My family recently had a series of unfortunate accidents, leaving me with a small fortune to use wisely. It was my understanding that these events were the best in the world for that?”

“Unfortunate accidents you say?” Drake shakes Bucky’s hand. “Well, that does sound like you’ve come to right place.”

As Drake starts to introduce the two of them around like he owned the place, Artemis couldn’t help but grit her teeth more and more wishing that Drake was their actual target. He seemed to make any excuse to touch her, even just the slightest brush, and it was setting her on edge, making her unfocused, which meant that she was having hard time tracking down their actual target.

A tray of drinks went by and Drake hands them one each and takes one for himself, holding it up. “For…happy future prospects.”

Artemis hated herself for having to smile and clink their glasses.

Drake finally excused himself from their sides, giving Bucky and Artemis a chance to breath a little.

“I didn’t think he’d ever leave.” Artemis breathed quietly to Bucky.

“Nor did I, I was wondering how much our story would hold up against all the people he’d introduced us too.” Bucky’s gaze ran through the crowd of people. “No sign?”

“Nothing, but it’s been a bit hard with the dragon around us.” She hissed and then shifted uncomfortably. “I wish he bloody stopped touching me.”

Bucky tensed and his gaze met hers. “What?”

They didn’t get a chance to discuss it though as Drake suddenly returned with someone they recognised in tow.

“That’s him.” Sam’s voice came quietly in their ears. “You guys watch yourselves.”

Bucky and Artemis didn’t need telling twice, even as Drake introduced them to Ulysses Klaue, they knew who he was instantly.

“New bloods with new money, eh?” Klaue smiled at them. “I think it’s about time that happened, hardly going to get anywhere with all these old farts here running the place.”

“That’s going to depend on who’s interested in our money, doesn’t it Mr Klaue,” Artemis said coolly. “And which investment we think will be best for it.”

Klaue chuckles and then winks at her. “Oh, don’t you worry that pretty little head about it darling, everyone here has blood on their hands, as long as your money’s solid, someone will want it. Isn’t that right Drake?”

Drake nods. “I trust you have all the necessary paper work?”

Bucky slips his hand into jacket and pulls out several pieces of paper, handing them over. “I trust you’ll find them all in order.”

Klaue’s eyes followed Bucky’s arm and the glove that was hiding his metal from sight. “Any reason for the single glove there mate?”

“Horrible burn injuries as a child.” Bucky said, glad that they’d rehearsed this, watching Drake disappear into the people with his papers. “People are often put off at the sight of them and I usually prefer making a good impression.”

Klaue nods. “Don’t need people thinking you’re some sort of freak eh? Impressions are all people care about around here. You two enjoy your night, I’ve got to go make sure my own business is ready to go for interested parties.”

He leaves them be, Bucky quickly leading Artemis into the quiet corner of the bar, grabbing them both a drink, before leaning close.

“That was too close.” He said quietly. “We are getting in too deep here.”

“Agreed.” Artemis follow Klaue through the crowd before he slipped out from the room. “There’s too many people here.”

“Easy guys,” Steve’s voice came. “No one is any the wiser yet, so just keep playing along. We need to find out what his shipment is.”

“He’s a bad guy, what does it matter?” Artemis hissed, pressing closer into Bucky as it earns her an odd look from someone nearby, making sure to look up into his eyes. “We get him alone, we take him out.”

Bucky mentally forced himself to keep his gaze on hers. “Arty, you and I both know that none of these guys are going to be traveling alone tonight.”

“So?” Her voice dropped quieter. “It’s not like we haven’t been in worse situations before.”

“Artemis…”

She ignored Steve and leans up into Bucky, making sure it looked like just a couple moment to everyone else, her lips against his ear. “I’m going to head the restroom, scope the place out a little, you wait here and watch.”

Bucky stares at her and she steps back and downs the rest of her drink, casting him a smile before moving off into the crowd. He swallows, watching after her, Steve cursing in his ear.

“Dammit Buck, why didn’t you stop her?”

He didn’t have an answer, shaking his head and downing his own drink.

Artemis made her way through the crowd fairly easily. This, she could do, she knew how to blend in and not let people take notice, but the façade that her and Bucky were using was slowly wearing thin on her.

She was itching for a firefight.

Glad to find the bathroom deserted, she was quick to wet a towel and press it to her face with a sigh. She couldn’t mess this up, not now that they were so close, meaning she had to get a grip on herself.

Her heart was still racing a little after what had happened between her and Bucky, wondering why she’d done that. It was just acting, right? The two of them had always gotten along easy enough, she’d even consider them friends, but going beyond that…that wasn’t possible in the life they had.

She shakes herself off, pushing it away to focus on the task at hand, when Sam’s voice came into her ear.

“You’ve got Drake heading to you Arty, heads up.”

“To the woman’s bathroom?”

She’d no sooner asked it than the door opened and Drake walked in, that shark like grin back. “Hello sweetheart, thought I might find you here.”

Artemis raised an eyebrow, mostly to hide her look of disgust. “Oh? And may I ask why you’re interrupting the sanctity of the women’s bathroom to do so?”

He chuckled and locked the door. “I thought we could have a private chat, away from prying ears.”

“Away from my husband you mean.”

“Well, he was rather dull,” Drake shrugs, stepping further into the bathroom. “It doesn’t take a genius to work out the real brains of an operation.”

Artemis doesn’t move. “My husband an I are equal I assure you, I simply prefer observing than talking. He knows that when I have a point to make, I do.”

Drake stands close, too close, and towers over her. “Is that right? And what do you say to this situation?”

The longer that Artemis took, the more worried Bucky became, his eyes searching the crowd almost frantically. “Come on Arty, where are you?”

He kept having to stop himself from thinking back on that moment or from hurrying away from the bar to go and look from her. He had to trust that she had the skills to deal with the situation, just as he had to trust that Steven and Sam had their backs.

His finger tapped on the bar, eyes moving from person to person.

It was as he got towards the edge of the crowd that movement caught his eye. Soldiers. Moving along the windows outside.

Bucky’s body tensed. “Why is there so much action Sam?”

“I don’t know, I had to take cover myself. These guys aren’t on our side, that I can promise.”

He silently watched as the soldiers lined themselves up and Bucky found his gaze moving to the end of the room where the door was that Klaue left through, finally pushing himself from the bar, intending to follow.

That was when Klaue walked out, rifle in hand.

With a sinking feeling, Bucky suddenly understood that Klaue wasn’t here to make a deal, he was here to steal everyone’s money.

No sooner had he thought it, than gunfire went off, windows shattering as people screamed and grouped together, being tightened in by the soldiers in to the centre of the room.

Bucky jumped the bar, crouching low and hoping that none of the soldiers noticed.

“We’re on our way guys, stay put.” Steve’s voice sounded urgently in his ear, Bucky daring a glance over the bar as Klaue laughed.

“Look at all you pathetic people.” He said loudly. “All you money hungry sharks who think you’re too high and mighty for us little folk. Won’t give us the time of day, put your money where it’s really needed. Well, tonight, that’s about to change, but, first things first, why don’t you come out and play, little Avenger?”

Bucky flinched and slowly stood with his hands raised from behind the bar, three soldiers in front of him, guns raised.

Klaue smiled at him. “See, I can smell vibranium from a mile away mate, and considering you’ve got a whole arm of it, it stands out a little.”

“Good thing it punches hard too.” Bucky said as he lead out from behind the bar. “Wouldn’t be as satisfying beating up bad guys then.”

Klaue chuckles. “Now then, where’s you’re pretty lady friend? I would’ve thought that Drake would’ve finished his fun by now.”

As if on queue, the bathroom door was kicked open, a very bloodied Drake flying out, groaning on the floor barely moving, as an even bloodier Artemis stepped out, her dress torn, her gaze on fire as she eyed the room.

“I don’t suppose one of you fella’s would lend me a gun?” She asked, glancing from the nearest soldier to the weapon he was holding. “I’ve got to teach a pervert a lesson.”

“Nice of you both to join us.” Klaue laughs. “But as for the weapon, you’re going to have to do without I’m afraid.” He signals to the soldiers and three guard her like Bucky.

“Pity,” Artemis said flatly. “And I was just starting to get used to the dress.”

Bucky took the queue as she moved, the guards barely having a second to react as Sam crashed through one way and Steve the other, chaos quickly erupting throughout the room as guns started firing and people started screaming.

Artemis made short work of the three guards, already pumped from her fight with Drake, and made even shorter work of a couple of more once she got a hold of a gun, each shot true before she went on the hunt for their target.

Almost too late did she realise Klaue’s gun was trained on her.

She moved just in time to avoid a killing shot, but not enough to stop the bullet from burying into her shoulder, making her curse loudly as she’s forced to duck to cover behind a table as more bullets rain down on her.

The familiar noise of a shield making contact got her to peak around where she was hiding, her hand pressing into the wound, but it wasn’t Steven marching towards the soldiers, it was Bucky.

And he was furious.

Bucky caught the shield and threw it again, his aim true, and keeping the others distracted long enough for him to get there and start taking them down, the shield called back to Steve as he continued his own battle.

Artemis watched in an almost stunned shock at the brutality Bucky used to take down the soldiers, leaving him alone in almost a blink of an eye.

“Not my girl, you arseholes.” He spat before his gaze met hers and he hurried over. “You alright?”

It takes a moment for the shock to wear off and she nods. “Just a flesh wound, nothing I can’t handle.”

His gaze quickly flicks over the cuts and bruises he can see.

“Hey love birds!” Sam calls. “Care to actually get the bad guy?”

“You up for this?” Bucky asked, helping Artemis to her feet and handing her a gun.

Artemis snorts, stepping away from the cover, where she can see Klaue running down the hall, firing over his shoulder. “Please.”

There was no hesitation in her shot, Klaue falling, holding his leg as he cursed, Sam and Steve finishing off the last of the soldiers.

Once things had calmed and they’d got Klaue away to Shield and all their injuries patched up, Bucky and Artemis found themselves alone in the kitchen one night, Artemis’s arm temporarily in a sling from the bullet wound.

Things had been a little awkward to say the least, Sam wasn’t currently speaking to either of them, but they hadn’t really talked about what had happened.

Artemis was honestly tired of dancing around it. “So. Your girl, huh?”

Bucky’s gaze meets her with surprise for a moment before he goes a little red and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well…I guess I got a little carried away into the acting?”

She snorts. “Don’t give me that Barnes.”

He frowns a little. “Yeah? And you leaning into me like that?”

Artemis shrugs with her good shoulder. “I was playing along.”

Silence dragged on for a moment.

“I don’t mind if you don’t?” She finally said quietly, not looking at him. “If you…feel that way, I mean.”

Bucky looks at her and finally smiles a little. “What happened to soldier first, woman second?”

Artemis glances at him and returns with a nervous smile. “I’m sure I can make an exception for you.”

He chuckles. “Then it’s a deal. Can I ask a question though?”

“Go for it.”

“Would it be presumptuous of me to make a request on a first date?”

“You mean that wasn’t a first date?” She chuckles at his expression and shakes her head, pretty sure she knew what was coming. “That would depend on the request.”

Bucky smiles a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would you wear a dress for me? Only if you’re comfortable of course.”

Artemis smiles and walks over to him, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, making him pause. “Bucky, you’ve got to properly ask me out for one first, then I might consider it.”

He pauses for a moment before he laughs, wrapping an around her. “Artemis, my girl, will you go on a date with me?”

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themostrandomfandom · 5 years

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well :)) I was randomly thinking about Brittana the other day and — do you think Santana came out to anyone before she was outed? and do you think Brittany ever “came out”? Because nobody seems to be acting as if her liking girls is new information in 3x07.

Hey, @sitandsingtoyou!

So the short answers are:

With the exceptions of Brittany Pierce,Holly Holliday, and Dave Karofsky, I don’t think Santana ever really comes outto anyone (at least in so many words) prior to episode 3x06.

As for Brittany, I don’t think she ever comesout so much as she just is out andhas been kinda forever.

Long answers after the cut.

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First, a quick rundown:

In episode 1x02, in her very first appearance on the show,Brittany checks out Santana’s ass as Santana twirls in her Cheerios skirt,demonstrating the “teasing not pleasing” technique. Several other cheerleaders,including Quinn, are present to witness the incident. Brittany makes no effortto hide her obvious attraction.

In episode 1x13, Brittany reveals to Kurt, Mercedes, Artie, andTina that she and Santana have sex with each other often enough that by some definitionsthey could be dating.

In episode 1x14, Santana offers to make out with Brittany whileFinn spectates.

In episode 1x17, Brittany reveals to Kurt, Mercedes, Artie, andTina that she has personally made out with “everyone” at the school, includingboys and girls.

In episode 2x04, Mercedes witnesses Brittana’s silent hallway “lovers’quarrel,” when Brittany indicates that she is cutting Santana off from havingsex with her.

In episode 2x06, Artie witnesses Brittana leaving Breadstix withPuck, presumably to have a threesome with him.

In episode 2x14, Santana takes shots off of Brittany’s abs at theRachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza.

In episode 2x15, Brittana come out to Holly Holliday—thoughSantana still maintains the pretense that she is attracted to boys. Later,Brittana sing “Landslide” to each other and hug in plain view of the glee club.Rachel comments on the sapphic nature of the performance. Based on her bodylanguage, Quinn may also realize what’s up. Artie appears somewhat suspiciousof the exchange and what it might mean for his relationship with Brittany.However, Sam fails to understand the significance of the moment.

In episode 2x17, Santana defends Klaine from Dave’s homophobicbullying. Though she doesn’t indicate that she is doing so because she, likeKlaine, is gay, Kurt may realize, at least to some degree, that something is upwith her.

In episode 2x18, Santana comes out to Dave and blackmails him intobearding with her. She then forms the Bully Whips, using Dave to help her makeWMHS safe for Kurt’s return. However, she refuses to participate in the gleeclub’s “Born This Way” performance and only dons the “LEBANESE” t-shirtBrittany made for her at the very end of the episode, where no one but Dave cansee her do so.

In episode 2x19, Brittany reveals on FF2 that Santana “plays foranother team.” The Muckraker then runs a blind item column which refers toSantana as the prom queen candidate who is in the closet. Santana angrilyconfronts Brittany about her word choice in the presence of several other gleeclub members. Later, Brittany reveals to Artie that she is cheating on him withSantana, and Bartie break up.

In episode 2x20, Brittany dances with a girl at the prom.

In episode 2x22, Quinn notes that all of the other girls in theglee club aside from her “have love.” Though she doesn’t mention Brittany andSantana by name, she does spare them a pointed look which strongly suggeststhat she knows they are in love with each other. Seconds later, she confusesBrittana’s offer to cheer her up with a haircut up as an invitation to jointhem in a threesome. Surprisingly, Santana is able to laugh off the mistake.

In episode 3x01, in their very first scene of the season, Brittanygets a food tray for both her and Santana to eat from. The girls then meet up,link elbows, and happily skip away for their “lunch date.” Jacob Ben Israelcatches this whole exchange on film and broadcasts it to the school. Later,when Will exiles Santana from the glee club, Brittany appears very upset, andFinn seems to take notice.

Between episodes 3x01 and 3x04, Brittana are generally very touchywith each other, and, for the first time in a long while, neither one of themhas a boyfriend or even a boy toy. They also don’t express any interest in boysat all.

In episode 3x02, Brittany tries to sell Kurt on her ProjectUnicorn campaign platform, which is specifically designed to combat homophobicbullying at WMHS. Brittany makes it clear to Kurt that she has a personalinvestment in the cause. Later, Santana stands up to Kurt when he disparagesBrittany’s platform. Brittany eventually decides to run for senior classpresident on her own ticket. She identifies herself as a “bicorn” to Kurt.

In episode 3x03, Brittany shows up to Booty Camp, even though sheis personally exempted from the practice, expressly for the purpose of hangingout with Santana. In Mercedes’s “It’s All Over” fever dream sequence, sherefers to Santana “knockin’ off that piece who thinks she’s better thaneverybody runnin’ for president”—i.e., Brittany—indicating that she at leaststrongly suspects if not knows for a fact that Brittana are back to sleepingtogether again.

In episode 3x04, Brittany dodges Rory’s romantic advances. Santanaalso threatens Rory against pursuing Brittany, referring to Brittany has “[her]girl” and calling her beautiful, innocent, and “everything that’s good inthis miserable, stinking world” in the process. Elsewhere, when Mercedes approachesSantana to join her new glee club, she is savvy enough to realize that Brittanycomes as a package deal, further indicating that she is aware that Brittana aretogether, and, moreover, that their relationship is both committed andfeelings-based.

In episode 3x06, prior to being outed, Brittana continue to bevery affectionate with each other in public—and especially during the “Stop theviolence!” scene during Troubletones practice, when Santana practically meltsat Brittany’s cuteness, in plain view of Sugar, Mercedes, Shelby, and the otherglee club members. Santana also chews Finn’s ass for calling Brittany stupid.

To the best of my recollections, these represent all of theinstances in which Santana’s lesbianism, Brittany’s bisexuality, and Brittana’ssexual and romantic relationship are either discussed or brought to theattention of other characters prior to Santana’s outing in episode 3x06.

Of course, that’s to say nothing of the flirtatious, pining,bedroom, adoring, moony, thirsty, love-eyed looks they sling each other betweenepisodes 1x02 and 3x06, or the way they drape themselves all over each othersitting on the back row in the choir room, or how they dance together duringpractices, or the fact that they’re usually glued at the hip, or that Santananever smiles at anyone in the way she smiles at Brittany, and Brittany hasnothing but praise for Santana (never mind what everyone else says), and, and,and—

There may be other instances in which either Santana or Brittanyas individuals or Brittana as a couple come out to people, but if there are, wecertainly don’t see them take place on screen.

Personally, my sense is that prior to her outing, Santana neverpurposefully comes out to anyone besides the select individuals mentionedabove. I have two reasons for thinking this way.

First, I tend to believe that had Santana come out to anyonebesides Brittany, Holly, and Dave, TPTB would have shown her doing so onscreen—because it kinda would have been a BIG DEAL.

Santana is very much the epitome of this text post:

Compare her tearfully admitting to Brittany that she’s in lovewith her during the Hurt Locker scene in episode 2x15 versus her casually quipping to Quinn’s boyfriend the very first time she meets him in episode 5x12, “Wordon the street is you’re old money. I’m a lesbian, but I’m totally into that.”

Back in S3, Santana is still so new to coming out (and even toaccepting her own lesbian identity) that I just have to believe that had shecome out to anyone—whether on purpose or accidentally—it would have been depictedas part of her storyline. It’s something that would have factored into her arcin a major way.

—which brings me to my second reason for believing that she doesn’tcome out to anyone else prior to episode 3x06: namely, I don’t think she’sready to make “that kind of announcement,” just from a character standpoint.

In episode 3x04, she’s still holding Brittany’s hand under the napkin. While making thingsofficial with her dream girl probably boosts her confidence at least somewhat,it also doesn’t necessarily mean that she suddenly has enough confidence tocome out.

Honestly, based on her reaction to Finn outing her and Reggie Salazarrunning his political ad (“Not just the school, you idiot! Everyone!,” “I haven’teven told my parents yet!”), I tend to think that Santana’s m.o. is not to comeout at school until after she comesout to her family. They’re her first priority when it comes to taking thatstep. She doesn’t want anything to get back to them before she’s had a chanceto tell them the truth herself.

Since we know she isn’t out to her parents and grandmotherpre-episode 3x06, then my guess is that she also isn’t out to anyone else atschool—at least not in a formal way.

Instead, I think she tends to take “the Brittany approach.”

—which brings us to the matter of Brittany’s “outness.”

As mentioned above, there are several instances prior to episode3x06 when Brittany makes her attraction to girls known in a public setting.

In particular, in both episodes 1x13 and 1x17, she admits to groupsof her peers that she has both kissed and had sex with girls.

Neither one ofthese scenes is a “coming out” scene in the traditional sense, as she isn’tlabeling her sexual identity or framing what she says as a disclosure but rather simply talking about her life and about the way things are with her in a general, matter-of-fact way.

Her attitudesuggests that what she’s saying isn’t a secret or something that she considersrevelatory.

That’s why I say that Brittany never comes out as much as she just isout.

While there may be some instance before the start of the show(like in middle school or the ninth grade) when Brittany formally announces toher classmates that she is bisexual, my sense is that there isn’t.

I honestly don’tthink Brittany ever tells anyone in so many words “I’m interested in multiplegenders” or “I’m bi.” I think she is just always kind of open about the factthat she is.

In fact, a lot of the friction between her and Santana during S1and S2 derives from the fact that they have differing comfort levels withoutness.

Even though they are in love with each other, Santana isn’t readyto admit that they are even to herself, much less to anyone else, so sheinsists that any time she and Brittany are actively hooking up with each other,then they must also actively be hooking up with boys on the side. Frankly, ifgiven her druthers, Brittany would probably prefer to be monogamous withSantana—and, in fact, according to my calculations, Brittana probably arefairly monogamous with each other between episodes 1x16 and 2x06 (see here)—sothe only reason she bothers making out with random classmates outside ofSantana is because Santana insists that they “play straight.” The desire toconceal her sexual orientation and her feelings for Santana never comes fromher. She only participates in misdirecting behavior because Santana’s “rules”necessitate it.

On the few occasions when Brittany oversteps Santana’s boundaries,pushing her to be open if not about her own sexual orientation than at leastabout the true nature of her and Brittany’s relationship (see episodes 1x13 and2x04), Santana immediately shuts her down, and Brittana experience relationalfriction.

Consequently, Brittany tends to back down—at least until S2, whenshe decides that if Santana doesn’t want to be her girlfriend, then maybe sheshould try dating someone else, and she ends up becoming a couple with Artie.

Of course, the really interesting thing is that even thoughBrittany is generally open about her bisexuality, very few people seem to pickup on it prior to episode 3x06.

That whole “gals being pals” phenomenon, where people look at wlwshowing romantic love for their partners but mistake it for platonic bestfriendly affection because heteronormativity—that’s Brittany’s entire lifeexperience prior to Santana’s outing.

Brittany can talk openly about how she’s made out with boys andgirls; dance with a girl at the junior prom; and spend every day in glee practicemaking eyes at Santana, holding her hands, stroking her hair, and justgenerally being moony about her, but people will still view her as being prettymuch straight until her girlfriend is outed as a lesbian.

—and even then it’s debatable to what extent the general publicunderstands Brittany’s sexuality.

As I talk about in thispost,

Brittanyhas been vocal about her attraction to men and women since early in S1, firststating that she’s slept with Santana in episode 1x13, then revealing thatshe’s made out with girls, boys, and Mr. Kidney the janitor in episode 1x17.

The factthat she is not straight has never exactly been a secret.

—and yetno one at McKinley seems to raise an eyebrow at her sexuality, never mind that,for a time, she is the only out LGBTQIA+ kid in the student body.

(Lateron, various people on the show will talk about how Kurt Hummel is the first outgay kid at the school, which, though true in terms of being gay specifically,is not necessarily true in terms of being “not straight” in a more general way.The fact that no one at McKinley seems to acknowledge Brittany as the first outLGBTQIA+ kid at the school shows that her sexual orientation doesn’t reallyregister with the more part of the student body. No one really thinks of her asbisexual/pansexual/sexually fluid/queer Brittany, or at least they don’t thinkof her in those terms in the same way that they think of Kurt as gay. Hersexual orientation isn’t viewed as an important part of her identity, eventhough it’s something she is actually fairly open about from the start.)

Whilemembers of the New Directions give Brittany funny looks when she talks abouthaving sex with Santana and achieving her perfect kissing record with everyoneat school (regardless of gender), these funny looks aren’t particularlydifferent from the ones they give her for spouting off Brittanyisms or speakingin non sequiturs.

So whythe nonreactions on their parts? Why do Brittany’s teammates not really seem tonotice or care that Brittany isn’t straight?

Part ofit probably has to do with their misunderstanding of Brittany in general:

She’sincomprehensibly strange to them, something between a child and an idiot. Doesshe even know what she’s saying? Does she even understand what making out orhaving sex means? Since they view her as having such low intelligence, it’sprobably somewhat uncomfortable for them to think of her as having sexualagency, so they don’t dwell on it.

She’sjust Brittany being Brittany, after all. Best not to press the matter.

Anotherpart of it definitely has to do with heteronormativity:

They’reconditioned to think of straight as a baseline. And straight girls can stillmake out with girls sometimes, right—especially if they’re dumb straight girlswith active libidos? After all, Brittany only really goes on dates with guys,and observable behavior = orientation, doesn’t it? So Brittany must bestraight. The “kissing (and having sex with) girls” thing is an anomaly, asometimes thing, the exception and not the rule. Somehow it doesn’t count.

So even though Brittany never goes out of her way to conceal her bisexuality, she still manages to “hide in plain sight.” Her peers don’t really seem to notice or care about her sexuality until it relates to her relationship with Santana.

—which brings us back to Santana in S3.

Based on her behavior in early S3, I tend to believe that Santana adopts the same method to “outness” as Brittany does: namely, though she doesn’t actually come out to anyone, either directly or in so manywords, she also gives up on attempting to conceal both her sexualorientation and feelings for Brittany—and especially to the degreethat she did in the past.

In S1 and S2, whenever Brittana were engaged in a sexualrelationship with each other, they would also each maintain sexualrelationships with boys on the side, so as to create plausible deniability. Butcome S3, neither one of them has a boy toy or beard, even though they aretogether.

They also don’t express sexual or romantic interest in anyonebesides each other—i.e., they’re clearly not on the hunt for boyfriends or evenpretending that they are. Gone are the days of them (and mainly Santana)working overtime to convince everyone that they’re straight or even thatthey’re not each other’s primary relationship.

While they’re not yet to the point of kissing or holding hands inpublic, they are very touchy with each other. They’re also openly emotionally supportive of each other, such aswhen Santana defends Brittany’s unicorn campaign to Kurt in episode 3x02 orwhen Brittany shows up to Booty Camp just to hang out with Santana in episode3x03.

Essentially, then, they are no longer in the business of activelyconcealing the truth about Santana’s sexual orientation and their romanticrelationship, though they’re also not yet ready to make a public announcementregarding those topics, either. They start out S3 hiding in plain sight, as itwere.

Santana’s attitude during this point in time seems to be along thelines of, “I’m gonna start being more and more myself, and if someone noticeswhat’s up, then someone notices. Otherwise, I will come out when I’m good andready.”

True to her pragmatic nature, she is taking baby steps: parting ways with her final beard, Karofsky;coming to terms with the word “lesbian” and starting to embrace the label forherself; giving up on her mad grab popularity schemes (like her convoluted promqueen campaign); becoming more and more a real part of the glee club; standingup for other LGBT kids, like Kurt and Blaine; starting to allow her realpersonality to shine through; spending the summer dating Brittany even thoughshe can’t be fully sure that they are dating; kicking off her senior year beingmore open with her feelings for Brittany in public than she has ever beenbefore.

Part of what makes her outing so horrific, then—among a millionother things—is that she spends late S2 and early S3 steadily laying thegroundwork towards coming out, only to have the decision as to how and when shedoes so completely ripped away from her before she gets the chance. Somethingthat she wanted to do by increments and when she felt comfortable got forcedonto her in an instant. Finn just ripped the bandaid right off without givingher any warning.

Anyway, I’ve rambled on for a long time now.

Thanks for the question!

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Wynonna Earp 1x02 Keep the Home Fires Burning

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Stray thoughts

1) Buffy and Veronica would be so proud of her punning abilities…

2) Well, this guy blew up his own cover rather stupidly…

3) Her quick-tempered nature is going to get her in trouble, isn’t it?

She did exactly the opposite of what Dolls asked her to do. But if this town is anything like Sunnydale – which considering how adamant they were about saying that Wynonna’s uncle died of a heart attack or something even though he’d been FUCKING BEHEADED – they will probably ascribe these shenanigans to a PCP gang, right?

4) Is this like the Revenant Boss? The Master? Big Bad?

I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.

5) I’m guessing there will be some sort of connection between this guy (I can’t remember if they mentioned his name already?) and Wynonna, given their conversation at the bar, the fact that he protected her and Waverly, and the fact that they’re both pariahs in their respective communities. Can we talk about the revenant community? Is that PC?

6) Yep, the revenants mentioned “the boss”.

7) “We know who you are and who you rode alongside of.” Is this because he crawled out of the well after Wynonna? Or did he hitch a ride with someone or something else we haven’t seen yet?

8) More backstory, thank you, show, I need it.

DOLLS: The Black Badge was a top-secret branch of the Marshalls founded in the 1900s by Roosevelt…

WYNONNA: Eleanor?

DOLLS: Teddy – to eradicate the paranormal forces suddenly blossoming on North American soil…

WYNONNA: Do you have a flamethrower? 'Cause a flamethrower is at least fun.

DOLLS: …working with your grandfather actually, Edwin Earp, to handle things up here.

WYNONNA: Hmm yeah. A one-year wonder. Family legend has it Eddie was only the heir for like 11 months, but came real close to sending all 77 of Wyatt's kills back to Hell.

So, if I got this right, when each heir turns 27, all the revenants killed by the prior heir come back to Earth, so that means they have to kill all of those plus the ones who hadn’t been killed by the previous heir, right? A ton of revenants, basically.

9) Yep. That’s Sunnydale.

10) This Boss Man doesn’t look like the one before…

So…

At least I now know that the cool revenant’s name is Hank.

11) Okay…

BOSS: And the Earps?

HANK: It is just a matter of time before they figure out who I really am and what I did to their great-great-granddaddy.

A few things about their convo. Hank is clearly an outcast. He’s not respected among the revenants because of his connection to the Earps and because he’s not a revenant - he seems to be something else, and he won’t be accepted by the Earps if they learn what he did to their family. I always find this type of characters incredibly interesting, the ones who walk the grey moral line and who will typically do whatever is more beneficial for themselves in order to survive. It’s always interesting to see their inner struggles with morality and good/evil, and I wonder if Hank will be one of these characters. And who does he want revenge against?

12) This doesn’t feel random…

So, Waverly used to have an “imaginary friend” when she was a kid. Could this mean that her friend wasn’t really imaginary and she has some sort of psychic or supernatural powers?

13) I like Gus 100% more, bless you.

14) Now, this was totally unexpected but super cool!

So, Revenants can’t touch the gun without getting demon epilepsy or something. And I really, really like the way the show gets rid of the bodies – they literally burn down to hell.

15) This lady was totally flirting with Waverly, but what are her intentions?

In the words of Anya Jenkins…

16) I can’t disagree with him, though…

Raise your hand if you love him since Instant Star...

17) I hope she is right, in the long term…

WAVERLY: I got a good feeling about you. And I'm an excellent judge of character.

HANK: Sweetheart you really aren't.

18) She’s also a dork. I’m liking her more and more.

WYNONNA: Regular guns can slow the revheads down, but they will always come back for more until they meet Peacemaker, which only I can handle…

19) Bossman is not playing around…

BOSS: Malcolm kills her uncle, lures the heir back home, and now this? How many times do I got to tell you idiots? Peacemaker can't be touched by revenant hand.

LEVI: But-but we-we just thought…

BOSS: Don't! Ever! Think! I do the thinking for all of us.

20) So they want to hire a “professional” to create a distraction, but the problem is, the payment needs to be human blood… Is the shadowy guy from the beginning of the episode the “professional”? Will this show only ever give me more questions?

21) Hank looks so awkward wearing a hoody. And I’m gonna go ahead and say it. He kind of reminds me of Spike.

22) So, I think “shadow assassins” are like a special type of revenant? Levi mentions that they can only be activated by a blood sacrifice. I’m guessing this Killer Miller is the shadow guy we saw at the beginning of the episode.

23) Ooh, more scoop on Hank!

LEVI: You were Wyatt Earp's right hand; what would he say if he knew you were joining forces with every man he ever put down?

So, this revenant is disgusted by Hank helping… the revenants? Huh?

24) Okay, so the girls’ mom is not dead but just a deadbeat mom. I’m sure we’ll see her again. And I’m sure there was a reason for her leaving.

25) I didn’t really think he was going to do the blood sacrifice thing. And I didn’t believe he was human either? But I guess I was wrong…

And yeah, his reaction? Don’t tell me you don’t see the similarities…!

26) I kind of thought that the Shadow would end up going after all the revenants listed on Waverly’s notebook instead of going after Waverly… And btw, I guess she really wasn’t a good judge of character after all? Like, Hank didn’t even hesitate to throw that notebook into the hole in order to save himself, he didn’t care that he was going to send the shadow after the wrong target.

27) I knew it.

BOBO: Perfect time to make a hole - for our friend Waverly.

YOUNG WAVERLY: Will this really - make them happy?

BOBO:This will guarantee you all get what you deserve.

WAVERLY: Bobo. The name of my imaginary friend when I was growing up: Bobo! And I'm starting to think that he wasn't so imaginary.

Do you think Bobo could be Boss? Same initial letters… And I guess she didn’t have supernatural powers, after all, she was just tricked by a revenant.

28) I really love Waverly’s attitude. She doesn’t have any powers so far, but that doesn’t stop her from getting ready to fight back…

29) Well, that was easy… Cool. But disappointingly easy.

I mean, he was kind of scary, but in the end, he wasn’t really a threat? Unless he can’t be really killed off and he’ll come back every time someone does a blood sacrifice?

30) You really need to be a badass in order to be threatening while wearing plaid flannel PJ bottoms and furry sleepers…

Remind you of anyone?

31) “You’re just a girl” I mean, the references must be intentional, right?

32) That was cool, Waverly!

33) What is he doing, though? And what is he?

WAVERLY: Yeah, well, most of my stolen stuff was returned, OK? And he's just one of those crazy Wyatt fans. No, he's definitely one of the good guys.

WYNONNA: Everything in my body tells me he's one of the bad boys. My entire body.

34) Yep, Hank will do whatever he has to in order to survive…

At least for now, anyway.

35) Why is his back burning like embers?

36) And what exactly is their plan? What is “the dig”?

BOSS: I swear to you, our salvation lies not in thieving Peacemaker, or defeating the heir, - but in the dig! We stick to the plan! We stay on course. We let the Seven deal with the heir while the rest of us work, as we've been working for 15 years, towards one common goal: freedom!

He got a little William Wallace there, didn’t he?

37) So, this is what Henry’s revenge is all about…

BOSS: I'm a man of my word, Henry. I can give her to you. The woman that changed you.

HANK: Well then, Bobo, we are officially in business.

And yes, Bobo was Boss. Manipulating a little girl? That’s really low, even for a revenant.

38) I’m getting very invested in this story, really. I have to thank you for suggesting I should watch this show! I really love the pacing in the episodes I’ve seen so far. It’s really hard not to comment on every scene because it seems all of them are relevant to the plot, there are no filler scenes, you know? And I really hope the episodes continue to be arc-driven instead of the “monster-of-the-week” type. I can’t wait to see the rest!

39) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

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Boy in the Street | Reporter!Tom

My entry in @spectacular-spiderboy and @yourtomwritings ‘s writing challenge!

Reporter!Tom and prompted by Dive by Ed Sheeran

Notes: I’ve rewritten this three times because I hated how cliche it seemed, hopefully this one turns out.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language

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“Holland, Michael Locus is in France with his family for a month-long holiday. I want you to fly down there and find out as much as you can. If you can write an exposé that actually does some exposing, I’ll give you a bonus and an extra week of paid vacation.”

Tom Holland pushed his wide-rimmed glasses up on his nose, his mind already processing all the information that his boss was giving him. He had thought of some ideas on how he would get some unknown facts on the billionaire from America.

“Uh, y-yes sir, I’ll book a flight right now,” he was overwhelmed with thoughts as he turned to the laptop on his desk and started typing into the browser when he paused, “would you happen to know where they’re staying in France?”

“Marseille.”

“O-okay, thank you for the lead, Mr. Waterford.”

After booking a non-stop flight to Marseille for that afternoon, Tom packed up his laptop and quickly biked home where he packed his bags.

He realized he hadn’t booked a returning flight, but shrugged it off because he had no idea how long he’d be there. He threw as many clothes as he could into his biggest suitcase, Tom called a taxi to drive him to the airport terminal.

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On the plane, Tom researched as much as he could on Michael Locus and his family:

He married Caroline Fellows in 1990 and he had two daughters; Clare in 1995 and Y/N in 1997. They had a beach house in Marseille and had an annual family getaway every summer, some years longer than others.

What Tom wanted to find out was any family secrets or scandals that Michael Locus carried around with him.

First, Tom figured he should go map out the neighbourhood that the Locus home was located.

When the plane landed and he had collected his suitcase, Tom’s phone rang from his pant pocket, “Hello?” he asked as he walked out of the terminal and waved down a taxi.

“Holland, I’ve invested into your exposé and rented you a small beach house down the street from the Locus’.”

‘Holy, how much did that cost, Mr. Waterford?” Tom began to sweat nervously, it seemed the pressure from his boss snowballed the more time he spent following the lead.

“Never mind, I know you’ll make it all up,” Waterford hung up, leaving Tom to stress about the expectations his employer had set for him.

Waterford texted him the address of the house, and Tom showed it to the cab driver, the man nodded and drove the reporter to the front door of the pale yellow house. There were large windows all around the house and from the road, Tom could tell the house sported amazing views of the blue mediterranean.

After throwing his bags, laptop and glasses in the master bedroom, Tom decided to go on a walk down the street to where the Locus family was staying. The further he walked down the street, the bigger and fancier the houses got.

The house that was associated with Michael Locus was a large white mansion.

Who needs a vacation home the size of a mansion? Tom thought to himself.

Before he could create a new thought, something smacked him on the side of the head. He was knocked over into the street and he felt the soft skin of his palms tear against the rough pavement.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Look at what you did!”

“Ah, shit,” Y/n cursed as she jogged over to where Tom was recovering on the ground, “i’m so sorry, I haven’t kicked the ball around in so long and I have no idea what I’m doing. Are you okay?” she rambled, holding her hand out for him to grab. She noticed his hands were bleeding, “oh no, you’re bleeding. Um, here, come inside and I’ll get you a bandaid.”

Tom was lost in her eyes as she spoke, her hair waved with the sea breeze and her hands were soft as she helped him up on to his feet. She wore jean shorts and a white flowing top. The top half of her was pulled back into a braid while the rest fell onto her shoulders.

“Clare, oh my god. How hard did I hit him?” Y/N exclaimed when she didn’t hear a response from the man standing in front of her, “I’m such an idiot he probably doesn’t speak English, we’re in France. Bonjour, monsieur-”

“O-oh, no, I’m okay I’m just a bit scraped up,” Tom said as he shook the haze from his eyes and tried to stop staring at Y/N. He rubbed his palms on his jeans, but then winced as he remembered the raw skin on the heels.

“Please, come in. I feel so awful.”

At that moment Tom wasn’t thinking of his exposé, he just wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/N Locus and how he could make her the happiest girl in the world.

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“Sit here, I just have to grab the bandaids,” she pulled out a stool from under the kitchen island and left the kitchen. The house was immaculate, and outfitted in white and with green succulents. The kitchen was white marble and light fixtures hung from the ceiling, between them green vines were hung from pots.

Suddenly, Tom was aware of where he was and why he was in Marseille in the first place. he got up from the stool and walked around the house, trying to find the office if there was one.

Behind the kitchen was a living room and from there, there were sliding doors that led to Michael Locus’ office. His computer was open on his desk, Tom knew he had to work fast. He pulled a USB from his side bag that he carried with him everywhere, and plugged it into the computer. he quickly uploaded all the files and then snuck out of the office and into the kitchen again.

“Okay, hold out your hand. This will probably sting,” Y/N warned him as she dabbed disinfectant on the palms of his hands. He winced as the liquid seeped into his raw skin.

“Sorry, sorry.” she stuck large bandaids over them, then looked up at him, “again, sorry for hitting you with the soccer ball and sorry for dousing you with disinfectant.”

“No, it’s fine,” he smiled at her, “I’m okay, and I got to meet a really pretty girl.”

Tom didn’t know why he said that, he was feeling confident after getting information from Locus’ computer.

Y/n blushed as she gathered up all the garbage from the bandaids. Caroline Locus walked into the kitchen and saw Tom sitting at the island, “well, hello there.”

“Oh, Mom. This is-”

“Tom, Tom Holland.”

“Yeah, Tom. I-uh- I hit him in the head with the soccer ball and he got a bit scraped up,” Y/n tucked her hair behind her ear as she explained how they met.

“Well, Tom, I’m sorry about that, I’m Caroline,” Caroline laughed, “would you like to stay for dinner? If you don’t have anyone waiting for you.”

“Oh, um, sure. I mean, of course, I’d love to,” Tom grinned. He realized the Locus’ were extremely friendly and kind, it made it so much harder to justify why he just made copies of all Michael Locus’ documents.

Caroline left the kitchen and went upstairs, Tom glanced across the island and suddenly Y/N burst into a fit of giggles. Tom couldn’t help but join in, “quite a way to meet, eh?”

Y/N nodded between giggles

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During dinner Michael, Caroline, Grace and Y/N all laughed and enjoyed themselves, Michael even offered Tom some wine.

It was nine o’clock and the sun had finally set on the Mediterranean, “well, I should probably head home, it’s been lovely and I hope I see you all soon.”

“Let me walk you home, I wouldn’t want anyone to hit you in the head with a soccer ball or anything,” Y/n spoke up as Tom was heading for the door. Michael, Caroline and Grace all said their goodbyes, and Tom and Y/n were out the door.

“I’m sorry, they can be a lot sometimes,” Y/N apologized.

“What do you mean? Your family is lovely, I had a really good time,” Tom looked over his shoulder to smile at her as he spoke.

“You’re a really nice guy, Tom.” Y/N spoke quietly as they walked.

“You’re a really nice girl, Y/N.” Tom smirked, butterflies in his chest as he spoke.

She was looking down at her feet and she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “well, this is me.” Tom stopped her as they reached the pale yellow house he was staying in.

“Oh, um, okay. Well see you around?”

Tom nodded as he stepped up onto his front patio, Y/N turned and took a step away from him when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into him, “come see me, tomorrow. Anytime, it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled down at her as she leaned into his chest, her small arms wrapping around his chiseled torso.

“Okay.”

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Maybe I played my cards wrong, oh, just a little bit wrong.

By the next day, Tom had gone through all the documents he copied from Michael’s computer, despite how guilty it made him feel. There was nothing exposé worthy whatsoever. The man donated to charities and all his money was clean and accounted for, Tom was frustrated but he couldn’t see the kind and generous Michael Locus dealing with dirty money.

Baby I apologize for it.

When Y/N came over at noon, they went down to the beach and jumped off the pier. They tried making a sand castle but without any shovels or buckets it just looked like a pile of wet sand. At sunset, Y/N invited Tom over for dinner again, but he declined and said he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. She nodded, and told him to come see her the next day, anytime.

And that was exactly what he planned to do. She caused butterflies in his chest, and she made him stutter over the words he’d rehearsed in his head. She made him want more than his simple life, he wanted a life with her.

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I could fall, or I could fly Here in your aeroplane And I could live, I could die Hanging on the words you say And I’ve been known to give my all And jumping in harder than Ten thousand rocks on the lake

For about two weeks Tom and Y/N continuously met up at each other’s vacation homes. They’d go to the peach, or the pier or even into town for dinner. Tom was falling for her hard, and he could only hope she felt the same.

Tom tapped on the door of the Locus house, and he heard Clare walk over and open the door for him, “Y/N will be done in a second, she was just in the shower. Can you tell her I’m going into town?”

“Yep.”

Clare slid past him and climbed into the driver’s seat of a black Audi in the driveway. Tom walked into the house and shut the door behind him. He decided to walk around the house as he waited. The house was large, the main floor consisted of the kitchen, living room, dining area, Michael’s office, a side parlour and a private theatre.

Tom wanted to see what a vacation home’s private theatre looked like, so he lightly pushed the door open and walked into the wide room. He saw a door on the other side that led outside, as a faint shimmer of sunlight danced on the carpet floor. Instead of singular seats like at a public cinema, there were couches on different levels.

Tom’s eyes widened when he saw Caroline Locus on the couch with a blonde haired man, most definitely not Michael Locus’ brown hair. Her hands were in his hair as he held her hips close to his. Tom silently slipped out of the theatre and back into the kitchen, where Y/N was waiting for him.

“Tom? Are you alright you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she laughed as she observed him.

“Um, let’s go outside.”

Tom led her out into the street, and they walked.

“I need to be honest with you, about how I feel and who I am, okay? I don’t want to hide anything from you.” He grabbed her hand as he walked, and she laced her fingers through his.

“You know I’m from London, but you don’t know that I’m a reporter for a news agency. My boss, sent me down here, to Marseille, to write an exposé on your father. And at first that’s all I planned to do,” her grip on his hand became loose and she tried to pull away, he stopped and grabbed her other hand as he turned her to face him, “but then, you hit me in the head with a soccer ball and all I wanted to do was write about how much happiness you bring me.”

You’re a mystery I have travelled the world, there’s no other girl like you No one, what’s your history? Do you have a tendency to lead some people on?

He paused and let her think, “I didn’t want to say anything about this or my feelings because i thought you’d hate me or you wouldn’t feel the same about me. I’ve only known you for two weeks, but Y/N, I love you. I want to spend my life writing about you, from first hand experience. In retrospect, I don’t know a bloody thing about you, you’re a mystery to me. For all I know, you lure young European men into loving you like it’s a hobby, but I don’t care. I hope you make it a goddamn career, if it means you’ll keep stringing me along.” Tom was breathless after he finished his speech, Y/n was silent as she stared up at him.

“I love you,” she said as she snaked her arms around his neck and tipped her chin up to meet his lips. Her lips were soft and she tasted like vanilla, her eyes fluttered shut and so did Tom’s, he pulled her body into his.

Quickly, she pulled away, “wait a second, why are you telling me all of this right now?”

God she was smart, Tom thought.

“Y/N,” he didn’t want to tell her, but she deserved to know.

“Thomas Holland, I swear to-”

“Okay,” he interrupted her, “just don’t do anything brash, alright?”

She nodded as she waited for him to continue. Tom explained everything he saw in the private theatre, it pained him to keep going as he saw the tears fill up her eyes, “it’s fucking, Gill. From the next road over, God, I knew it. I knew it, Tom.”

He pulled her into his chest, her tears soaking the front of his shirt, “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

She looked up from his chest and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, “Oh, God. You’re going to use this in your fucking exposé aren’t you?” She shoved his shoulders, stepping away from him. Her face turning red with anger, “you’re sick, Tom.”

Before I dive right in to you.

“No, no I wouldn’t do that to you, to your family.” Tom reached for her, but she was already walking away, “Y/N! You have to believe me!”

“Why wouldn’t you use it, Tom? You’d get a nice bonus, some more prestige in the office,” she was upset and angry, it was wet anger. Tears streamed down her face and her voice caught in her throat as she yelled at him.

Before I dive right in to you.

“Because I love you, goddamnit! I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” Tom pleaded, salty tears slipping from his eyes and into his mouth. His face blotchy as emotions rose from his chest to his head.

“Tom, I just-” she paused as she rubbed her face and tucked her hair behind her ears, “I just need to figure this out, I can’t do this with you.”

She turned and marched back to her house, leaving Tom with the bitterness of his tears corrupting his mouth, and the tight fists he held clenched at his chest. He watched her walk away and slam the door behind her, never looking back on the broken boy in the street.

#tom holland #writing challenge #tom holland au #reporter!tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #fluff #angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #smadies500wc

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fine-wolfhard · 6 years

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Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door | Mike Wheeler Imagine

Author’s Note: My first work about Mike Wheeler rings in 2018. I am extremely proud and am happy to note it has inspired many more works in my drafts. Feedback or mindless asks are welcomed. Thank you all for 900 followers, and send @staned hugs for being so nice and encouraging about my writing.

Summary: Tasked with retreiving the pizza during a DND campaign, the familiar worker is replaced by someone else. Someone new. | Reader insert, fluff, Non Gender-specific Reader

Word Count: 2429

“-darkness fell over the meadow; the once green landscape began to wilt around the party. The fog continued towards them as it bubbled over the roses, taking away their colour and leaving nothing but shrivelled leaflitter in its path.”

Anticipation is filling the atmosphere of the Wheeler residences basement. While Mike knew they’d started this campaign during daylight, he had lost track of how much time had passed since then. He was too invested in the feeling of control he had with his storytelling.

While none of the boy’s present had openly praised his skills in language, he could tell just from how invested they got in his words that they adored it.

That, or they just really liked playing DND. He was going to assume it was because of him.

“While it was still many metres away from them, the stench of rotting flesh met them in the breeze. It’s so strong your eyes start to sting and fog up despite you blinking repeatedly. You become disoriented due to your failing vision. Accuracy falls by 15%.”

Mike bit his lip in a failed attempt to hide his grin at their loud and seemingly exaggerated protests to the handicap. Most notably Will covering his face in his hands, Lucas complaining to him directly as though that would help and Dustin whispering curses under his breath like he was chanting a reversing spell.

“The fog is crawling closer and closer; the ground beneath your feet begins to rumble and the last of the wildlife around you scampers away from the monstrous shadow. Suddenly a voice calls out- “

“MIKE! Are you deaf? The doorbell has been ringing for the last five minutes!”

All four heads whip around to the stairs, where a very angry Nancy Wheeler stands in her pyjamas, clutching a pillow so tight in her hands he’s surprised it hasn’t burst.

“Sorry Nance, we were just busy since the fallen angel had been discovered at the bar, disguising herself as a peasant and she needed to help us defeat the living shadow. But since the king still thought she was human, he had sent knights looking for her safe return and even put a bounty over her head of one million gold that the boys decided wasn’t worth retrieving until the kingdom had been saved.” He explains messily as he jogs up the steps.

“In the middle of the night, your fantasy game doesn’t matter to me at all. What does matter is that if mum and dad wake up and catch either of us awake we’re dead.” She hisses the last word through her teeth.

Despite her angry tone Mike understands she isn’t angry at him, instead anxious of the possible consequences of being caught with the brown-haired boy peering around the corner past her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this. It’s just Jason with the pizza, if it makes up for it you can grab a few slices for you and St- “

“GO!” Nancy cut him off with a whisper shout.

Mouthing quick apologies Mike turned around and went to the front door while shoving his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants in search of enough coins. While he doubted he had enough, he could ask one of the boys for some of theirs if the time came.

Twisting the doorknob open with one hand, he looked down at his free hand to study the money he’d found.

“Sorry for not hearing you sooner, the movie was just really loud and couldn’t hear the bell.” He spoke without looking up. “But hopefully the foods still hot, right?”

He continued in a joking tone to attempt to lighten any awkwardness that was to come. While he prided himself on his wordplay between him and his friends, around strangers and general conversation he doubted himself so much he struggled to speak comprehensively.

Around his friends he didn’t mind sounding dorky or too enthusiastic, but he didn’t want strangers to think he was a weirdo or something because of his interests.

There was no way her could practice or write down what to say since people couldn’t be easily predicted. Or if he had cue cards he brought out when he spoke to people, he knew they’d already be taken and ripped up by Troy on the first day.

“Trust me it’s fine, it’s actually kinda burning my fingers through the cardboard.”

It was a new voice.

A stranger.

While he obviously didn’t classify the normal pizza delivery boy a friend, they were a familiar face that happened to be working late whenever they needed a midnight snack. Or as they called it, a late dinner.

The predictability of this conversation had been thrown out the window, his head felt heavy causing him to keep it stuck tilted down despite the fact he’d found all the money he needed.

Eye contact was also something he struggled with. Even with his friends and parents, it felt way to intimate to do with anyone. He would usually study his hands and pick at his nails, but when anyone mentioned it he’d just past them and hope they wouldn’t notice.

“Oh. cool…” The words fumble out messily, his lips feeling to move correctly. His tongue is flat, and his hands are started so sweat. He wants to hit himself for being so weak and struggling under such minor conditions. Mike blamed his inability to communicate normally with strangers as the reason for his lack of friends.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the opposite of cool, actually.” The voice jokes, their voice reminding him of their presence once more.

They spoke calmly, casually even. It relaxed his nerves a bit, knowing that they either hadn’t noticed his awkward state, or didn’t want to openly berate him for it.

Having his neck bent at the uncomfortable angle for so long is started to ache, and send a shiver of pain down his spine. Slowly, Mike tilted his head towards the person keeping his lips pressed tightly together.

The ache doesn’t fade, it just moves straight to his heart.

His throat slowly starts to back up with a million words he wants to say, only held back by his closed mouth. Regardless, his jaw tightens along with the rest of his muscles.

They were beautiful.

Not attractive like the people on magazines, or pretty like Nancy’s friends. Not even gorgeous like how he imagined the princess in the campaign he was working on.

They were something else. Something out of this world, because he couldn’t believe someone who looked like that would work at a pizza place. Let alone be interested in talking or looking at someone like him.

While he honestly couldn’t see their entire face clearly due to the cap that bore the company’s logo, but it was angelic regardless.

They had all the attributes of angels in fiction, unblemished skin, innocent eyes, pristine teeth and a sweet smile that spread joy. Although they were missing their wings, Mike was sure he’d pass out of they suddenly unfolded from behind them.

Unlike the ones in books and television, they were actually there.

“Hey, the pun wasn’t that bad; will pizza make it feel better?” They hold the boxes up slightly to draw attention to it. Despite the eye contact they held was for only a second or so, Mike is so overwhelmed he’s thankful for something else to hold his attention.

Since they didn’t mention it, he assume they either haven’t noticed his uncomfortable state or are just being polite and not mentioning it. He hopes it’s the first option.

“Yeah, pizza is good.” He swallows; taking a mental note to think before he says something so redundant to them. He doesn’t want this conversation to be in a shallow grave before he can get to know the individual he’s already so infatuated with.

“Surprisingly, when you’re around it from six ‘til two am, it loses its magic.” They laugh at themselves. “What flavoured you get anyway?”

Despite it being a question, he feels no urge to answer verbally as they open the box for themselves. He can’t see their facial expression behind the cardboard and becomes anxious they’re judging his choice of flavour due to the silence.

Looking for a distraction, Mike glances back over his shoulder and checks the time.

1:25 AM

A pit in his stomach forming once he reads its face. What impression does it send someone when you order two pizzas at one in the morning? They hadn’t seen his friends, they probably thought he was a loser who planned on eating them both by himself alone.

He was to quickly assure them he’s very popular and plans on enjoying it with his many friends, but he regrets it by the end of the statement as he realises it sounds like he’s over compensatin.

Unsure of how long he’s turned away, his head whips around at the sound of their voice.

“You got something for me in return for this not-terrible-but-still-worth-a-tip pizza?”

Mike just nods in response, deciding attempting to use his voice right now will probably end with him spilling his feelings on the ground between them. Continuing his habit of avoid their direct gaze, he catches them slipping something into their pocket.

He holds out his hand with the cash, holding it tightly as not to let any coins fall out due to the shakiness of his arm.

Repositioning the weight, he watches as they hold the two boxes with one arm and count the money by shuffling it around their open palm with their thumb. Despite the fact they’re hands are busy and unevenly balanced; the action doesn’t seem to cause them any strain as they complete it with the same level of elegance as before.

Since they aren’t looking at him directly, he feels much more comfortable looking up at them now. He notes how their lips part and twitch slightly as they mouth the mathematics their completing in their head. It’s one of those quirks that you wouldn’t know about yourself unless someone else caught it and told you.

He feels the urge to, but quickly discourages the idea due to his worry it’ll sound creepy from a someone they’d met minutes ago.

“Yep, seems all good on my end.” They grin, giving him a glance that causes their eyes to meet for a second more. Mike jerks his head down, quickly disguising the movement as a nod. They simply use their thumb and forefinger to fish their wallet from their pocket all while keeping the money pressed safely against their palm.

Now holding the wallet and cash in one hand, they held the boxes out with the other. Not only giving him the food, but offering him another one of their sweet smiles that heated up his cheeks further.

“Thanks.” Mike said simply, using two hands to hold the pizzas. He doesn’t take them straight away however, instead pausing due to the realisation that taking them will cut this interaction short and give them no excuse to stay any longer.

Biting his lip, he slowly slips it from their hand and brings it towards himself. He looks down at the logo of the stereotypical fat Italian man giving a thumbs up, pizza in hand and smile on his face.

Mike wants to punch him.

“I’ll see around, enjoy your meal.” They wave a goodbye and turn back towards their bike.

As the distance grows so does the ache in his chest. It’s balancing on a tightrope between sadness and joy, indistinguishably overwhelming. There’s a word for it, but he can’t find it.

Knowing this was the last time he’d see them for a while or possibly forever, he looks up and watches as they sit on their bike and kick out the stand before pedalling away.

They glance over their shoulder at him for a moment and wave as they ride around the corner and out of site.

But they’re not out of his mind as the word suddenly comes to mind.

Bittersweet; pleasure tinged with sadness or pain.

It’s a crushing feeling not unlike the one he felt when Morgan Smith read his love letter aloud to her friends and laughed loud enough he could hear it from across the lunch hall.

But she was a girl he’d never spoken too, just someone he’d found himself staring at during maths and decided he’d leave a letter in her locker to tell her how pretty he thought she was. Being the rookie romantic he was, he didn’t think signing his name could end up embarrassing him.

Backing into the house and closing the door he attempted to press his forehead against the wood in shame, but awkwardly fell short when he realised that the length of the pizza boxes didn’t allow himself close enough to do so.

Taking his time to walk back to the boys, he opened the lid of the first box in hopes the familiar and delicious scent would bring him back to reality.

While he was greeted by the smell of melting cheese and untrustworthy meat, a different sight met his vision as well.

are you always this shy,

or is it because the calming blue

has left the sky?

wide eyes, beating heart.

tell me, did you feel that spark?

569-4371 xo

Overwhelmed again, his mind is flooded with endless thoughts and emotions.

It takes a long moment before he’s regained his composition and can comprehend what’s right in front of him.

Drawn messily in pen across the inside of the pizza lid, is a poem and a phone number written by the person he’d felt the urge to confess similar feelings too. It’s adorably odd and he can tell its rushed due terrible handwriting.

Mike feels a smile growing on his lips, finally changing the tight position they’d been stuck in since he opened the door. He briefly feels guilty he didn’t smile at them, but if their writing is anything to speak of they didn’t mind at all.

The serene moment is broken by the sounds of Dustin shouting up at him, quickly followed by Will reminding him to be quiet because of how late it was.

Talking just loud enough to be heard, he apologizes as he tries to rip the cardboard cover off to keep the poem to himself. For the first time in a while, Mike wanted to cut the game short, so he could sleep the night off and contact his fellow writer tomorrow at a much more reasonable hour.

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headcanons for Josuke having an s/o who knows hamon? Maybe something where his s/o finds out that his Dad trained under Lisa Lisa and starts freaking out??

Oooo that sounds super cute!! Also story based scenarios my SPECIALTY

- One day. Josuke and s/o are just walking down the street after a particularly hard day at school. All is well and fine until Josuke spots a particularly annoying group of thugs that go to their school. “Man…this is just great. I really hate those guys. C’mon, let’s find another way back to my place-”

“Let’s prank ‘em.”

“…what? You serious, s/o?”

Josuke’s surprised by s/o spontaneously suggesting the pull a prank on the unsuspecting delinquents, but he’s not opposed to the idea, really. The plan is to make the fountain splash them with water, using Crazy Diamond to “fix it”. Josuke and s/o get into position to pull off operation delinq-wet ( s/o picked the name. like delinquent but it’s delinq-WET lol geddit), on the count of 3, all Josuke has to do is fix the fountain while s/o distracts them. Simple enough…until s/o’s “distraction” turns out to be launching water across from the thugs. Light and what seems like a small electric charge shoots from their hands as the water splashes from the fountain into a nearby bush. Josuke pauses, turning over to s/o with a perplexed expression-

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“That- That electric thing with your fingers!!” All of a sudden the group turns around and sees Josuke and s/o huddled up behind the fountain, and immediately starts questioning them as to why they’re hiding behind their fountain. Josuke quickly takes s/o’s hand and makes a mad dash for his house.

- Josuke has tons of questions about s/o’s ability. What is it? Is it a stand? How can they do it? Since when have they been able to do it? And furthermore, why haven’t they told him that they’ve been able to do it?! Josuke quickly asserts it’s likely not a stand, since it doesn’t have a physical form and there’s a distinct lack of stand energy from s/o. He asks them about their ability, and why they’ve never told him about it.

“It’s called Hamon, It’s like…an ancient breathing technique that can let you charge and attack or defend things using sunlight energy. See you make it in your hands, and it runs through your body when you breath right.”

“Ah…sounds easy enough. Could you try and teach me?”

“I dunno…I’m not exactly an expert, and i’m not a very good teacher.”

“Ah, come on! It can’t be that hard, ya just gotta inhale and exhale, then the ‘hamon’ will come from your fingers, right? This is gonna be easy!”

- S/o tries to give him an example by jabbing his lungs to help him start breathing properly and Josuke just falls on the floor wheezing

Josuke suddenly is fine with just his stand

- Suddenly something in the back of his mind clicks, he’s definitely heard this somewhere before. But where? Did koichi tell him about it in a book? No…if he did he certainly would have told him? Maybe it’s something in Rohan’s manga? No… he wouldn’t have told him about anything relating to Pink Dark Boy. Wait! Didn’t his dad say something about that while telling him about when he was younger?? Damn, he wished he’d been listening better!!He moves over to the phone and calls Joseph, and asks him about that story he told him a couple days ago. Did he by chance mention “Hamon?” Joseph’s voice clearly shifts into a nostalgic tone as he starts recounting the tale again, only stopping to ask Josuke why he asked- and why he wanted to hear his story again- Josuke suddenly proclaims he’ll be over in 20 minutes, quickly getting up and looking over at s/o-

“S/o we’re gonna visit my dad real quick-”

- S/o and Josuke arrive at Joseph’s apartment, and Josuke starts rattling off questions at the speed of light. What’s hamon? Where did you learn it? How does s/o know? Whats- S/o tells him to calm down, stifling a laugh at his confused and flustered state while giving him a light squeeze on his shoulder. Joseph is happy at his son’s “enthusiasm” to learn about something tht played a huge part in his past, so he’s more than willing to bond with his son and talk about it, even if s/o is there as well. I(“They’re a peach, Josuke’s a lucky young man to land someone like s/o.” He tells Jotaro shortly after meeting s/o the first time.) He offers them drinks and food, since he hopes they’ll be there to talk for awhile. S/o asks Joseph how he learned about Hamon, so he attempts to recount about when he was younger, how he’d been able to do it since he was born. He inquires as to why they would ask, has Josuke been talking about him? S/o causes a light ripple in their glass of water, and a little splashes out onto the carpet.

- Joseph is super curious now, s/o knows Hamon? He hadn’t used that much since the 1930’s. He asks s/o how they came to know about such a thing, he’d most certainly never met anyone else who had been able to use it. Even his own children never displayed signs of being able to use it. S/o explains that their mother taught them about since they were a small child. Their mother had learned from their grandfather, who had apparently studied with someone named “Lisa Lisa”, she had apparently been their grandfather’s old colleague when learning about Hamon a long time ago. One day Lisa Lisa packed up and never came back, so their grandfather decided to leave and explore the world, eventually meeting their Grandfather and settling down in Japan. Joseph perks up at this statement.

- “Lisa Lisa? Oh, I know her, she was quite the fiery woman. Granny Erina always said that I had gotten my skills from her. Not sure if she would qualify for “Mother Of The Year” but I still admired her determination and skill nevertheless-”

S/o just chokes on their water and stammers out “WAIT- WAIT- MOTHER?! YOU KNEW HER?!” Lisa Lisa was a legendary name in their household, someone who taught s/o’s grandfather and helped teach their mother indirectly was insane, and the fact that they were dating someone who’s father was her SON was utterly unbelievable.

- S/o is super excited, they want to know EVERYTHING now!! S/o tells Josuke they won’t be leaving for a couple hours as they sit in awe about Joseph explaining how Lisa Lisa used to fight and how amazing she was in combat. Josuke ends up getting sucked into the stories after a while, they sit around like a couple of elementary school kids during story time in class, completely invested in the history. Joseph and s/o try to do some hamon tricks and show Josuke what it’s about, s/o is interested in what else they can learn from Joseph, the two seem to talk about it for hours on end.

- Please help Josuke he’s so lost on this conversation, but it is pretty cute the way s/o’s eyes light up like that when talking about something they’re passionate about.

-Mod Fish

#Josuke Higashikata #Joseph Joestar (4)#Diamond is Unbreakable #jojo no. 2 #sfw #THESE WERE SUPER LONG LIKE #2 FULL PAGES IN A GOOGLE DOC LMAO

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Stay ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

*** Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else's so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

*** Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

*** There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,"I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up."

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.

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