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workout together + cook

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Ex-Assassin Reader

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—workout together & cook together

Note & Warning: fluff, slight violence, mafia dealings, Word Count: 1.9k

Osaka Morning

With a normal pace for walking the treadmill kept you busy and your heart thumping at a fast pace while watching the Osaka sun rising from the dark dawn and waking up the vast city from the glass window of Satoru's penthouse on the 56th floor.

This was a change of scenery for you. Normally you would be running down the mountain at the back of Satoru's hidden rest house, trying to find where his two tigers have decided to sleep for the night and play a bit with the two huge felines

But this week, Satoru thought you would like to stay with him in the city. His mafia dealings need his meticulous attention with the tension against another group.

As for why you tagged along, the curiosity about how he runs his notorious group caught your attention hook, line, and sinker to accept the invitation. From time to time you forget that he's one of the most ruthless people you've met in your whole life whenever he's just in the rest house, lounging with you or helping you with planting and tending to your flower garden.

"I went to the bedroom but you weren't there," the door of the gym opened. Satoru in black dri-fit sleeveless turtleneck hugging his sinewy body, cotton shorts, and yet his bare feet walk against the cold wood plank towards your direction and lean an elbow in front of your treadmill. His eyes raked your form and a subtle smile adorned his lips. "Wanna go down the city with me?"

"It depends, is it business or leisure?" Your eyes darted down and met his glinting blue one. "An ex-assassin and a mafia don walking the street at 4:41 doesn't sound appealing to start the day."

"How about adding 'p' in front and changing the 'i' to 'a' in the leisure? I haven't toured you in the city in the five days we stayed here." Satoru shrug and offered a look of promise.

These past few days it's been hard to meet each other in the morning because Satoru leaves even before the sun would rise and he would come back exhausted, he almost fell asleep in the bathroom if you didn't come in to check what's taking him so long only to see him dozing off in the bathtub.

"Shoko will be taking me to Tokyo at 8 am," amidst your words, the tips of your finger found the power button and turned the machine off.

"I'll return you to your tower before 6:00, Your Highness," he lowered his knees and bowed in jest, even offering his hand to help you down the treadmill.

"Silly," you scoff and bit your lips to suppress your laughter.

Who would believe that this is the man who singlehandedly broke and rearrange the bones of stubborn men from the other clan that dare mess in his territory?

No one would probably think that those hard knuckles and callous fist Satoru use to beat people who disobey him are the same hand that clumsily wrap a disorganized bouquet of flower to sneak behind you and surprise you with them, those fingers that the thorn of your roses prick and he comes pouting like a kid, asking for tweezers and you pluck them out.

The private elevator opened by the basement Satoru solely occupies which leads to the back of the 65 floors skyscraper and connects to the road downtown.

"What's with the excursion to Tokyo? Shoko didn't invite me and Suguru."

The two of you started to jog at a moderate pace by the sideline. The cold breeze of spring barely cools you down, and you're tempted to pull down the zipper of the running jacket Satoru threw on you to wear. The weather in Osaka is humid compared to the cold atmosphere in the mountain rest house at Tohoku but the sakura trees are the most beautiful, lining on the roadside.

"It'll be a quick one she's bringing me to buy some nice wine. You're a lightweight, so you're not needed there."

"Oi, say it in a nicer way." Satoru chuckled but the corner of his lips twitch. You glance and shake your head teasingly.

"I'm not wrong. Remember the time Shoko brought some barrels of draught beer to the resthouse? You barely drank three sips and fell face flat on the table." Satoru tripped on the jutting pavement tile and almost fell down but immediately balanced himself. He cleared his throat and look at you with bulging eyes. You smirked and turned right.

"You don't have to remind me, thank you very much," the man grumbled and pointed to the park, a few hundred meters away. His forehead creases, but the small pout of the supple pink lips tell you otherwise.

"Suguru had to carry you to bed. Bridal style," you bit your lips, remembering the crazy sight of a grown man carrying another grown but dead drunk man like a princess up to the bedroom. "Bridal style Satoru," you chuckled which only turned the small pout to a small whine and accusing blue eyes glaring holes at you.

You laughed and turned around, holding your hand out, and slam the passerby hard against the wall that bones were heard slamming. You held the man's wrist tightly to the point of breaking while pressing his front against the wall while he squirmed around as a fish caught in the bait.

"Deringer?" You glance down at the protruding thing in his pocket. Surely shining steel glinted in affirmation. "Who sent you?"

The man thrashes around but the grip you have only tightened, purposely keeping him slammed on the wall.

"Hmmm, you can't be alone," Satoru pulled the palm-sized gun with a small silencer attached to the muzzle from the man's pockets. "Early birds catch the worm huh?"

"Kill or keep?" You ask, you're getting irritated with the meaningless squirming of the man against you.

"Keep for now. Cleaning up a dead body in the morning isn't in the cup of tea for today." Satoru made a funny face.

Chopping the back of his head, the man fell down and you glance at the CCTV, looking at you. The lenses zoomed two times and turned away.

"I'm not informed of this new kind of exercise" Satoru glanced at the mob that appeared out of nowhere and surrounded you in seconds.

"I'm a little out of practice, don't blame me if I can't hold back."

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and bones breaking and cracking filled the morning street. Sweat dribbled down your forehead as you kick the one who went for Satoru's back and turn back to your own enemy, elbowing the jaw and punching him in the diaphragm he fell down, unconscious.

You frowned at how easy this was, your assailants were too weak. Didn't even land a graze or made you out of breath.

"Satoru."

"Hmmm?"

You watch as Satoru finishes the last stout mob while holding hands, delivering a clean punch to the gut and completely knocking the man cold on the asphalt with bubbles spilling from his mouth.

"I don't think beating up people in the early morning sounds like a part of a workout."

"But it made you sweat," Satoru hummed and held your hand tightly in his. Hollow amusement filled his eyes, staring at the stupid goons that dared to intrude on his time with you. The nerve these scums think they can hold a candle to him and even think of hurting you. The audacity of these fools makes him scoff. Satoru tug you close and whisper in your ear. "We should go back. I'll cook breakfast for you."

Pliantly, you walk beside him, back to his penthouse. Sensing Satoru's mood drop as he keeps his mouth shut on the way. The CCTV footage was perfectly erased and the punks you beat up were in the morning headline.

Satoru stood in the kitchen in his crisp white shirt and black slacks, an apron was thrown over while he season and seat the salmon fillet in the skillet.

On the counter, you whisk the cream made of lemon, garlic flour, and seasoning.

The coffee maker has two cups of smoking espresso ready. His back looks more relaxed as he kept himself focused on his work. He fits so strangely perfect in the kitchen. The tension on his shoulders are gone and seem to be in a better mood.

"I'm done, want me to make fried egg rice?" You hunched on the space of his shoulder and peek at the thing he was doing. You smiled when his spicy cool eucalyptus and aftershave soak your senses. He smells so nice and your lips naturally found his neck, dropping a light kiss and resumed observing Satoru's slender fingers busied themselves in removing the fish and throwing in cubes of butter with your cream sauce.

"Get on with the rice." He turned around abruptly making you fall on his hard chest and walk forward until your waist hit the counter edge, Satoru locked you with his arms on your sides and a leg between yours, skin brushing against skin sharing the burning heat. Your eyes trained his Adam's apple tantalizingly bobbing up and down and up to Satoru's hooded eyes. "Before I make you my breakfast."

"That might be the case," your brow raised and fingers found his chin, grazing the growing stubble on his jaw. "Coz your salmon is burning." You pointed to the fish turning redder than usual.

"Ahhhh!" In split second his face morphs from desire to alarm, scrambling back to the pan and salvaging his fish. While you work on your fried rice Satoru made the table.

"You kept distracting me," he grumbled and huffed. "Can't I tag along to Tokyo?"

"You have work. Shoko called it a girl's day out. It won't be like that if a boy like you is walking with us." You shared the portions of rice on your plate and sat down for breakfast. The scrumptious pair of creamy fish and egg rice melted heavenly on your palate.

"You should practice this more," Satoru move his head and down, chewing on the food with a satisfied look on his face.

"The cream sauce?"

"The egg rice." He mumbled. "I always thought I'd live my life eating your burned eggs but hey, this one I can eat every day." He stuffs another spoonful into his mouth.

Is that so? Your brow quirk at this.

"Then cook dinner with me again when I come home? I'll make my favorite meal for you." You watch him sip his espresso with a proud smile on his face and choked in it.

"Favorite meal?" he grimaced fanning his tongue. "Too bitter." He coughed and desperately chugged down his glass of water to rinse the taste.

"Yeah, Shoko taught me to make a geki kara miso ramen," that super spicy miso ramen you had with Shoko in Hokkaido left an impression that you can't forget.

Beside you, Satoru visibly stiffened.

"I like sweet and spicy ones," he solicited.

"I don't know how to cook that."

"I can teach you!"

"But I don't like sweet and spicy."

You watch Satoru's soul start fading, perhaps dreading the dinner to come.

The idea of abnormally red ramen swimming in what looks like the river of hell doesn't sound anything promising.

"Don't worry, I'll make you a super nice dinner you won't forget."

"T-thank you..." He sighed miserably and hid his face in your neck making you burst out in laughter patting his head while he whine.

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lo-sulci · 10 months

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tagged by @itshighjuniper to share 5 songs i've been listening to recently!! thank you juni ^u^ i am not including songs that are on the playlist that plays at my work (which I have been listening to ad nauseam but not by choice) or songs from the OSTs of stuff, just because those would probably dominate the list (that said, some of the OSTs I've been listening to lately: Across the Spider-Verse, Revue Starlight, Gatchaman Crowds, fanmade g witch covers). anyways!!

- PRESSURE BOMB 2!!!! by Jhariah: have been listening to a LOT of jhariah lately, super super cool style and I always always always love narrative albums. this song in particular just makes my brain happy and also, like, vibrate aggressively. it's nice!!!! other favorites include ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR OWN DEATH (the opening track off the album A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR OWN DEATH), Promises, Needed A Change of Pace, and Flight of the Crows

- Riptide by the Scary Jokes: been a fan of the scary jokes for a whiiiile now, and this has been one of the songs from their newest album that i've been listening to the most (other two favorites from the album probably being Forever In You and Rage). Burn, Pygmalion!!! is still an all timer to me tbh (MEANWHILE ON THE ROOF JEANNIE CONSIDERS THE VASTNESS OF THE COUNTRYSIDE THE DARKNESS OF THE MOUNTAINS-) but I am also enjoying RB and bonus points the cassette looks SICK AS HELL

- Love Me Dead by Ludo: introduced to by way of a podcast and thoroughly wormed its way deep into my brain along with Tick Tick Boom by The Hives, Electric Version by The New Pronographers, and Picture, Picture by Harvey Danger. anywhays, god DAMN that chorus kicks ass. also, the video is pretty fun!!

- Venus Ambassador by Bryan Scary: song that I actually found ages ago and only recently checked out the rest of the album for- it's really good!! i think there's a narrative going on here even if I havent quite figured it out in its entirety but in the meantime gosh the music is good and the vibes are exquisite. other favorites off Flight of the Knife include La Madame on the Moon, Mama Waits, and Son of Stab

- A Better Place, A Better Time by Streetlight Manifesto: Streetlight Manifesto singlehandedly made my opinion of ska as a genre do a 180. one day while cleaning/organizing stuff in my room I decided to listen to, like, almost if not all of their discography, and this one was my favorite. made me cry the first time I listened to it!! anyways, my personal recommendation is to do what I did and listen to the entire Streetlight Manifesto discography just fuxking do it

anyways, tagging @theclairewitch @plaintivemeow @lvnarsapphic @sg-x00-airgetlam @destructix (absolutely no pressure tho yall lol) and, like, anyone who sees this and wants an excuse to do one of these!!

#anyways. as i was saying #JEANNIE'S ACCUSTOMED TO BRIGHT LIGHTS AND PEOPLE SHE FINDS THE QUITE EMPTINESS UNNERVING AND IMPERVIOUS #SHES ONLY STAYING HERE CUZ SYLVIA ASKED HER TO NOW THAT SHES GONE AWAY WHATS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO #TEND TO THE GARDENS AND ADMIRE THE ARCHITECTURE WHILE HER PERSONALITY PILLS LIKE A WORN OUT TEE SHIRT #SHE WAS A JOURNALIST WORKED ON THE SUNDAY PAGES TIL A YOUNG STARLET CAPTURED HER FASCINATION #STILL CAUGHT UP IN THE WHIRLWIND THE PAST MONTHS ARE A BLUR #SHE TRIES TO TRACE THE LINES #THEY TANGLE IN HER MIND #SHE ONLY LOVES HER CUZ SHES BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET #COMPLEX AND MYSTERIOUS AND MILDLY DELIRIOUS SHES ALSO SOMETHING OF. AN EXHIBITIONIST #BUT JEANNIE LOVES HER AND #THATS ALL THAT MATTERS TO HER NOW #wish i could say that was all from memory but unfortunately my brain always interets til a young starlet as 2am starlet #cannot tell you why i love this song so much but gosh i sure do

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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Kisses

Chapter Three of Half-Moon Glow

Pairing: Crosshair x Female OC (Aurora Dawn)

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Summary: Crosshair and Aurora take advantage of a supply run, but while their relationship is strictly physical, it would seem as if emotions are beginning to arise from Crosshair’s end.

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: SMUT 18+ and NSFW. Minors DNI. Protected vaginal sex with use of a condom, rough sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk, some possessiveness, hard(ish)-dom Crosshair, Crosshair being an asshat in denial, banter, foul language, female masturbation, making out.

Playlist: After Dark by Mr. Kitty (slowed) and search by kochetkovv

A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter. Originally this chapter was supposed to have a different plot which I changed at the last minute, and this just feels so much better. I really just wanted to write some filthy smut hehehe. Enjoy!

Also fuck me I love that gif so much it singlehandedly inspired this chapter i could stare at it for days while listening to after dark omg i love crosshair so much-

Whenever she was on duty or in battle, Aurora would pull her long, lavender hair into a bun. It looked nice on top of her head, taut and well-shaped, and in time it would always obtain that natural, messy look she would never achieve on purpose even if she tried.

The real charm was seeing her let her hair down, as Crosshair had already been witness to. There were times when Aurora would only undo the bun until she was down on her knees in front of him; thinking about the way it fell in graceful waves down her shoulders made him want to growl.

He found his mind wandering as he watched her standing behind Tech, who sat in the pilot’s seat, just as the Marauder exited hyperspace for their next stop. Crosshair chuckled to himself; so far, their little arrangement hadn’t brought any problems. No one else knew about it, and Aurora hadn’t given any signs of discomfort.

If she said the word, Crosshair would simply back off, but it seemed like that day hadn’t arrived yet.

“We’ll be in and out quickly, that is, if someone doesn’t stop to gawk at the rations again,” Hunter glared over at Wrecker.

“That will not be a problem this time,” Tech added, his eyes glued to the landscape in front of him. “Wrecker will come with me to the arsenal. Hunter, can you get the rations?”

“Of course,” Hunter replied. “But I still give the orders around here.”

“You will be in charge of supply runs when you are as capable as I am of running the itinerary long-term,” Tech had a note of smugness in his voice, eventually making his eldest brother roll his eyes with amusement.

“I suppose that leaves gathering medical supplies to you, Aurora,” Hunter turned at the team’s newest addition.

“Not a problem, sarge,” she said. “Though do you think I could use the cart? I nearly ran out of everything and, from the look of things, I’m going to need more than the average for you guys.”

Wrecker cackled, his laughter filling the ship. “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. Better get used to patching me up!”

Aurora didn’t waste the opportunity. With a cute little smirk, she tapped her fingers up Wrecker’s thick, strong arm, her eyes eventually meeting his.

“I’ll never get tired of it, big guy,” she said in her sweetest tone. “But you need to promise me to be careful out there, I couldn’t bear it if anything hurt you badly.”

From the back of the cockpit, a pair of watchful, narrow brown eyes watched her, unamused.

But her words earned her a chuckle from Wrecker as well as an intrigued look from Hunter, his interest peaked.

“I’ll always have you to make it better,” Wrecker winked at her.

“I am sorry to interrupt your suggestive exchange, but I’m afraid Aurora won’t be able to take the cart,” Tech said. “We are entirely out of explosives and there is no way we’ll optimize time if we have to carry the crates on our own. Crosshair can go with you, Aurora. I’m sure you’ll both be able to carry the supplies.”

At Tech’s words, Crosshair tapped the bottom of his rifle on the ground as he stepped up and walked up next to Aurora in the cockpit, his figure towering over her as he smugly looked down on her.

“Sure you don’t have a problem with that?”

Aurora frowned at him, returning his glare. “Do you have a problem? Will you even know your way around a medical bay, or will I have to hold your hand to make sure you don’t get lost?”

“Burn,” Wrecker commented from the sidelines. “But she can hold my hand through a medical wing any day.”

As Tech facepalmed at Wrecker’s comment, Crosshair bared his teeth slightly as he frowned harder, nearly snapping the toothpick he secured with his mouth.

And the marksman had to admit he was at a loss for words.

Aurora raised her brow up; now it was her turn to be smug, and she reached out and took the toothpick from Crosshair.

“Just don’t interrupt me while I do my job, okay, handsome?” She said as she tossed the toothpick over at his chest, while in the background, his brothers tried hard to hold in their laughter.

Aurora winked and gave a fake bow before walking off, swaying her hips on purpose for Crosshair to look at as she left.

And above his frustration with her cocky attitude, he also felt his codpiece chafing him.

“Looks like you’ve met your match,” Hunter commented just as Tech landed the Marauder and everyone got ready for the supply run.

As soon as they were on ground level, Clone Force 99 split up and went to carry out their respective tasks.

Aurora walked slightly in front of Crosshair, leading him towards the medical wing where all the supplies should be. They’d encounter a warehouse, and it’d be up to them to find the supplies on their own.

They’d be alone for a while.

It wasn’t any trouble for her and Crosshair to get inside the little warehouse where, as she suspected, no one else was there, and the doors and windows were closed. The large amount of crates would do well for sound mitigation, a desirable quality given the nature of her relationship with Crosshair, and if they were going to get any action done between now and their next mission, it would have to be now.

Lucky for her, and as she would realize when she found her body pinned to a large crate, Crosshair had been thinking the same thing.

Crosshair’s arms were around her in seconds, squeezing her curvy body between his and the crate, his lips already hungrily trailing down her neck and her collarbones as his hands hungrily traveled her body, finding the rim of her pants to pull them down, clinging only by one of her ankles. Quickly, he reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a condom sealed in its pack, finding it hard to focus on it and kissing Aurora at the same time.

Feeling helpless and small in his grip, Aurora giggled playfully, enjoying every second of Crosshair lusting after her.

“Do you think they bought it?” She cooed, flashing him a seductive grin.

Crosshair growled, leaning down to nip at her neck as he removed his codpiece swiftly and slid the condom down his cock.

“Don’t act innocent with me, darlin’. I’m not happy about your little act.”

Aurora hissed, her grin widening as she felt herself soaking just at how husky his voice had sounded.

“Oh, you mean me flirting with Wrecker?” She teased. “Or me finally putting you in your place?”

Crosshair nibbled harder on the sensitive skin of her neck, making her struggle to suppress a moan, at which he smirked in amusement.

“You flirt with him in front of me and you think I’m not going to say anything about it? Do you really think you can punish me? Or do you just want me to fuck you harder?” He said as he slid himself inside her walls in one quick, sharp movement, making her gasp.

Crosshair put his hand over her mouth to keep her from being loud and, staring into her eyes with dominance, began hammering into her at a relentless pace.

“You’re mine,” he crooned as he pressed her cheeks with his fingers, keeping her gaze locked on his eyes.

He mercilessly stared into Aurora’s beautiful purple eyes, watching as she lost her sanity the harder he fucked into her. Hearing him speak those words, telling her she was his, it made her roll her eyes back, pressing her lips together tightly to keep herself from moaning, from screaming out her feelings, swearing she was, indeed, his.

But Crosshair wouldn’t let her get off so easily, and with a devious smirk, he lifted her body up, pressed to the wall, so he could pound into her even faster.

“Are you not going to answer?” He teased her.

He was sneaky, Aurora knew that. The nerves pooled in her chest the same way the heat did between her legs, and the look in her eyes made Crosshair let out a growl, his pace picking up faster than Aurora thought possible.

The stack of supplies behind them shook—it was a miracle no one had found them yet—as Aurora’s face flushed purple at Crosshair’s sheer strength, his dominance, his expertise in having his way with her. His scowl turned into a grin as he looked at her, pleased at the way she bounced on his cock.

“I—” Aurora choked off.

“Are you not mine, darlin’?” Crosshair continued to tease; he wouldn’t relent until he’d taught her a lesson.

“Y-Yes,” Aurora whimpered, trying her hardest to not be too loud. “Yes, I-I’m yours, Crosshair…”

Crosshair’s eyes rolled back, trying to keep himself from coming merely by the way her voice sounded so sweet, so utterly lustful and helpless.

“Louder,” Crosshair then challenged, his seductive grin widening.

“I’m yours, Crosshair,” she spoke, her voice breaking into a helpless, embarrassingly needy whine.

“And whose pussy is this, darlin’?”

“Yours,” her voice was ecstatic as all the strength left her body. Her weight was now supported fully by Crosshair, carrying her with his strong arms, pressing her to the wall. All the while, the words continued to ring within Aurora’s mind, the notion of being his bringing her closer and closer to her edge, ready to lose herself in the raw lust that Crosshair made her feel.

She clung to his body, her head resting on his right shoulder as one of her arms wrapped around his back while her other hand tightly fisted the straight attachment on Crosshair’s left shoulder pad. Aurora felt her slick dripping from her cunt and down her skin, staining Crosshair’s thigh armor if it wasn’t dripping onto the very floor, a sight the marksman would proudly look at.

He was overcome by pleasure. Crosshair felt her body in his arms, felt her warmth and wetness as he pounded into her, struggling to keep his groans in.

Fuck, she felt amazing. She looked amazing, flustered and cockdumb, her features straining as she tried not to wail, her bun of lavender hair getting messy above her head…

Crosshair nuzzled around to have her lift her head, granting him access to her lips. He kissed her, his lips moving intense and passionately on hers, nibbling on her full lower lip and sliding his tongue inside her mouth, brushing against hers, blowing her away as if he wasn’t doing so already.

When he felt himself on his edge, he pulled out of her mouth to go kiss her neck, soothing the former bite marks with his tongue before nibbling on her earlobe, an act that made Aurora fist the curls at the bottom of his neck, her fingernails slightly tracing the skin of his nape just above the rim of his armor undersuit.

He couldn’t edge himself any longer, and Crosshair found himself shooting his hot sperm into the condom, barely able to pull out of her in time. He growled in pleasure, his teeth pressed tightly to keep himself from cursing in every language he knew. He felt Aurora’s body going limp in his arms; normally, he’d be finished there, but Crosshair found himself drawn to those plump blue lips, and with a gentler passion, no longer raw and lustful, he kissed her, slowly bringing her body down to the floor.

They continued to kiss, losing track of time. Dazed as she was, Aurora ran her hands all over Crosshair’s back, at times letting her fingers dance around his beautiful silver curls. She’d instantly loved the way his tongue felt as it brushed hers, relishing and losing her mind at the way he tasted, at the prospect of having his body pressed against hers.

As Crosshair continued to kiss her, his hands wandered up her body, settling on her soft breasts and gently massaging them before they continued their way up. They found her bun and, with careful fingers, undid it so that her lavender hair would fall in delicate waves down the sides of her head, letting Crosshair knead his fingers through her locks, pulling her even closer to him.

Their bodies moved in tandem, squirming delicately against one another as their lips didn’t part for any second or circumstance. Neither of them found the need to touch, even with Aurora’s cunt or Crosshair’s cock still exposed; they were both getting all the pleasure and ecstasy that they needed, just in moving their lips together, kissing each other into paradise.

Soft moans filled the air around them, and there was no concept of time for the couple as they kissed on the floor. With his body caging hers, Crosshair felt strong, he felt sexy, he felt wanted and needed by her. And she was so utterly sweet underneath him, wanting to kiss him more and more.

He couldn’t say he felt any different.

Until then, Crosshair hadn’t thought it was possible to get lost in the lips of a woman the way he was at that moment.

Crosshair continued to massage her lips, kiss after kiss, until the sound of his comm link, horrid given the circumstances, began beeping incessantly from his forearm.

“Karkin’ hell,” Crosshair grunted.

“Fuck!” Aurora whimpered. “The supply run—”

“Hey,” Crosshair slowed her before she jumped up. “Take it easy, I wasn’t gentle with you.”

Aurora did stop herself, blushing a deep purple at Crosshair’s words.

“Cross, that…” she said. “That was incredible.”

He smirked smugly at her. “I know.”

Crosshair stood up and pulled up his undersuit before securing his codpiece once more and, as though it was effortless, he gathered the supplies on Aurora’s list, making sure to take more than enough until the next supply run.

He didn’t finish gathering them, however, before grabbing a bottle of water and tossing it to Aurora, who surprisingly managed to catch it as she came down from her high.

“Drink,” Crosshair said. “And get dressed.”

“Right…” she spoke softly, and saw how her tone made Crosshair smirk again before he got back to gathering supplies.

She barely managed to get dressed before slumping on the ground, looking up at the tall, handsome sniper. His face was stern as he moved around the warehouse, eyes hard with focus, and he moved with grace and beauty, not at all with the brash recklessness with which he was fucking her mere minutes before.

Aurora knew he was handsome, but at that moment, it damn near felt like he was irresistible.

“I could use some help,” Crosshair slurred. “Can you walk?”

“Huh?” Aurora snapped out of it. “Yeah, sure, yeah…”

As she stood up, her knees wobbled. Her cunt ached deliciously, longing already to feel the fullness of his cock inside her again.

But what lingered in her mind was that kiss.

Every kiss.

His lips had been so passionate on hers, so undeniably loving, it made her hope there were feelings on his behalf. She could only hope, dream that her heart’s pleas would come true. Already, she wanted to be in his arms again—perhaps, when they returned to the Marauder, they could sneak into her bunkroom and make out some more.

Aurora wasn’t even thinking of fucking him anymore. All she wanted to do at that moment, and from that moment on, was to kiss Crosshair.

“Let’s go,” Crosshair broke the silence, his voice at its normal, steady tone again. “I don’t want a lecture from Hunter.”

“Right,” she replied as she clutched the supplies in her hands, checking quickly one last time that her uniform didn’t give her away. It seemed everything was in good shape, and she and Crosshair walked out of the warehouse like nothing had happened.

She tried to look at him as they walked, but Crosshair’s gaze remained trailed in front of him, not budging even a little to look at her.

Aurora figured it was best if she wasn’t going to give away what they were actually doing in the warehouse.

By the time they arrived at the Marauder, everyone else was there. The other three troopers seemed impatient, seeing as how the seemingly simplest supply run had taken longest of all.

Against her will, Aurora’s cheeks began to turn purple.

“Where the hell were you?” Hunter asked.

“We had trouble finding the iodine,” Crosshair snarled. “Held us up.”

“Uh-huh,” Hunter said skeptically. “You know what, it doesn’t even matter.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Crosshair now inquired, recognizing when something was wrong with his oldest brother.

Hunter sighed. “Look, we have to be careful from here on out.”

“Why?” Aurora asked. “Is something wrong?”

“While you were gone, we received word that there’s a spy on the loose,” Hunter spoke, his voice hushed. “Apparently, there’s been reports of leaked intel over the last five rotations. Everyone’s on edge because of it.”

“Have there been any attacks related to this?” Aurora asked.

“Not yet, fortunately,” Hunter said. “But we need to keep an eye out and stay together. We have to avoid having just one or two of us separated from the rest.”

“Well, maybe in partners there could be less of a threat of any of us being jumped at,” Aurora noted.

“I’m not worried about any of us being attacked,” Hunter said lowly.

Aurora looked at all the troopers. “Wait, you’re afraid of being suspects?”

“The spy’s obviously someone within the GAR’s leagues,” Tech said.

“And let’s just say the other clone battalions don’t like us very much,” Wrecker continued.

“How serious is it?” Crosshair asked Hunter.

“I’d say it’s very serious,” Hunter answered. “Word came from Wolffe himself, and he wouldn’t tell us anything if it was just speculation.”

“Well, shit,” the marksman agreed.

As Hunter nodded, his gaze flew over to Aurora, who seemed to be deep in thought about what they’d just discussed—but it was a different detail that caught Hunter’s enhanced sight.

“Why is your hair down?” He asked her.

Aurora tried harder than she ever had in her life to not let her face show the utter feeling of fuck she was filled with when she realized that she hadn’t bothered to put her hair back up in a bun after Crosshair had let it down.

After he’d let it down, when he was kissing her so deliciously…

“It got too tight and my head was starting to hurt,” she said, quick on her feet. “I figured I could let it down. This is just a supply run, anyway.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason Hunter never wears pony tails or buns,” Wrecker added. “Man, is he whiny when he gets a headache.”

“I didn’t ask for my senses to be enhanced,” Hunter said, apparently buying Aurora’s excuse.

“Or you could just cut your hair,” Crosshair walked past Hunter, giving his shoulder a light shove as he headed for the ship to pack the supplies.

“You could just shut the fuck up,” Hunter barked back at Crosshair, returning the shove as the two walked up the ship’s platform.

Aurora chuckled, finding it hard to believe they were adults, but she was relieved that the tension lingering from the subject of the spy had been lifted, as well as that of the question of what had she and Crosshair been doing that took them so long.

Shortly after that, they were back on the ship, with the supplies packed neatly in the central control room of the ships, most of them organized on the racks. As soon as Aurora was done double-checking that everything from the medical wing had been obtained, she headed for her bunk, not yet closing the door.

She looked at herself in the mirror, loving the way her hair looked, messy and sensual. She couldn’t help hoping that Crosshair would like it too, and just as she thought that, she noticed Crosshair walking down the hall of the bunk rooms, heading for his own.

Aurora perched herself on her doorframe, silent, her gaze beckoning him. Crosshair stopped walking and looked over his shoulder at her, finally turning around to see her. He walked up to her, wordless, his gaze about as stern as it always was except for the minor gleam of gentleness in his eyes.

It was clear what Aurora was asking. Her purple irises rested on his lips softly, as unconsciously, her own lips pouted, desperate to feel his kissing again.

Meanwhile, Crosshair didn’t do anything. He didn’t oblige, but he didn’t leave. He just looked at her, observing the changes in her gaze as her want for him grew. He trailed his gaze down her lavender hair once more, imagining for a moment that the blouse of her uniform was gone, feeling like he wanted to reach his hands out to touch her…

“Hey, Crosshair!” Wrecker called from the cockpit. “Come here and check out the cartridges I got for ya!”

It’d have to wait.

Crosshair acknowledged Aurora one more time with a simple gaze before leaving as silently as he had arrived.

There she stood, watching him go as he made his way into the cockpit until he disappeared from her sight, no doubt only focusing on his new weaponry now. She remained there for longer than she would have liked to admit before finally retreating into her room and closing the door, noticing her own solitude as she yet again looked at herself in the mirror.

As she looked down her body, she could feel Crosshair’s hands on her; wherever she felt his grip, she placed her hands, thinking only of him.

He’d left without a word yet again, and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. Aurora knew what she felt when he was kissing her, when the raw lust of the sex they’d had had already worn down. Aurora knew that there were feelings behind that kiss.

She also knew that Crosshair was most likely aware of it by now, but whatever he would do about it, she’d never be able to predict.

Aurora went to lie on her cot with her back flat against the mattress as her mind continued to swarm with flashes of her most recent encounter with him, and she felt her cunt beginning to clench around nothing, lusting for more.

In her solitude, she found no option but to snake her hand down her torso and slip it underneath her panties, massaging her clit delicately as she thought of how husky his voice had sounded when he teased her, or how his eyes looked when he gazed into hers, how his hands felt when he picked her off the ground…

She was already wet as it was, and it wasn’t long before her body squirmed. With his image still flashing through her mind, she allowed herself to feel hopeful, to let the waves of pleasure invade her every corner in hopes that soon she would be in his arms again, feeling his lips against hers… in her ecstatic state, only one sole word could form in her mind, replacing all others, as none of them mattered.

“Crosshair...”

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everdares · 8 months

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thank you so much for tagging me @waywardangel-wilds and @thegreatmelodrama 🥰

List 5 books that made you The Way You Are (got this idea from another old post). You don't have to explain why if it's cringe/too personal, but I'm curious about how old you were when you read it, if you're comfortable adding that!

1. the percy jackson series. it singlehandedly brought me to where i am in life. to WHO i am, really. i literally taught myself english just so i could read more fanfiction since it was almost nonexistent in my language 😭 and then tumblr came; friendships made and all of the experiences i've had, everything i've been through were all because one day at age 11 i decided to open a book to "look, i didn't want to be a half-blood."

2. a bolsa amarela (the yellow bag) by lygia bojunga nunes. tbh i haven't read it in so long i don't quite remember the details of the story, but whenever i think of a book that changed my perspective i think first of this one. it was the first book that resonated with me so deeply that when i think of it, the emotion i felt reading the very last page comes back to me all over again. which i can only describe as finding the last piece of the puzzle i've been trying to complete my entire life

3. the hunger games trilogy. first time i've ever read it was earlier this year, at age 22, but it quickly became my anchor to this world. i decided to finally give it a try during one of the worst moments of my life, and while i feel that the hard times are still not over yet, i can easily say the hunger games keeps me afloat when all i want to do is drown

4. the song of achilles by madeline miller. it was one of my first challenges to myself. it was the first book i read completely in english without having read the portuguese version first. at least once in every single paragraph, i had to stop and look a word up. i also made myself NOT look for the translation but instead the definition of the word in english. it was a lot more of a study than a read at the time, but it improved me sooo much. it made me more comfortable with myself and my words in english

5. poema de sete faces (seven-sided poem) by carlos drummond de andrade. it's not a book, it's a small poem, but i just HAD to include it here. it resonated with me in the middle of a literature class in high school lol i still remember leaving the class with tears in my eyes, but they were not sad tears. not quite happy either? it was just. the feeling of being understood. not alone in this life, as much as it feels like it

phew this was deep but i loved every second 😭💖 i tag my lovelies @thesmileykate @tobistark @loungemermaid @springmagpies @softchouli @millennium-queen @eroticeverlark @runwiththethieves @catastrxblues

#repostinggg because og didn't want reblogs!!!!#not og op 💀#too lazy to change the whole tag #but i still mean it i loved meeting every single one of yall #always so grateful to have you in my life #the loves of my life fr

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brightdeadthing · 3 years

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hi im g and welcome to my life where instead of doing normal, productive things like the dishes or getting a head start on my coursework, i decide to rewrite not one, not two, but three of my favorite childhood sagas

#one of which no one has ever read!!!!!! as an ADDED bonus of course!!!#like okay the tlh/tsn rewrite is actually going to be great im so pumped but #i am truly about to write 50k of fic that no one will EVER read #i physcially cannot wait to singlehandedly create the fandom tag on ao3 #the other one is fine too ig but to be fair it's less of a rewrite and more just a compilation of moments within this au #to be clear they're all aus bc god is dead and so is canon but #two are truly going to novel length and i hate myself for it #anyway #if anyone's ever heard of the jack blank series please validate me #scrambled thoughts and mismatched socks

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how long did it take you to plan out kittyquest and the earth c lore? it's a really well thought out great adventure and as an aspiring fanventure creator i am curious about how long it took to get everything figured out

you might be disappointed to learn that i rushed into KQ with nary an outline to be found

i had no intention of fleshing it out into comic form and was content with faux-panels until i decide to "unless...?" myself, as i always do time and time again. from there i decided to base it purely off of suggestions (lol) and, at the threat of there being no centralized plot, thought back on the cult of the witch, which i had introduced as a gag in the pilot light, pale rapture trilogy. from there i started to build up where the plot was going to go, and several months into the adventure i formally sat down and wrote a few pages outlining roughly where the rest of the comic was headed, later splitting into sections so i would always know what i would be addressing in a given update. i could hardly fathom going back to the days of NOT knowing what i was about to be sitting down to write/draw

this is not the first time ive mentioned this, but i accidentally emulated hussie in that ramona wasnt planned from the start, and i was actually kind of scared to introduce her. i simply repurposed an adult earth c fantroll id drawn a single time and decided, you know what, this might shake things up a bit. and im glad i did that. ive strayed from the outline a few times, adding things along the way. my great, GREAT, *GREAT* hope is that it does not all fall flat in the end. a lot of people still expect KQ to be a sburb adventure, which it is very explicitly tagged as not being. KQ at its heart is something self-contained (this might age poorly) and content to tell a small-scale, relatively low stakes story, and ive never pretended that its going to be some grand epic adventure like others out there. knowing the scope of your story is important because it helps maintain a consistent mood and generally keeps you grounded. i think its okay if you dont have an end in mind, but i would recommend thinking about how youre going to get there so that things dont feel rushed, like what happened with homestuck... which i think is an example of someone spending so much time thinking about the ending that it kind of ends up being coughed up in your lap

as for earth c lore, the text portion of the field guide took maybe a couple weeks to write, though i did add and edit some text pretty recently before its release. worldbuilding is singlehandedly the most rewarding and fun part of working on KQ, i love thinking about how mundane daily life works there which really lends itself to being able to freely write pages upon pages of expository text without too much writers block. i could talk about it for hours. if you have already found an idea that youre super excited about, just write and draw as much stuff for it as you can stand to. hell, just notebook doodles and jotting stuff down in the notes app will do. it will help you have something to go off of when you actually get cracking on writing your outlines

generally i dont think theres a wrong or right way to go about making an mspfa style adventure, i know a lot of the big ones have multiple writers and artists, but im just one random guy doing this shit in my office when i get home from work. think about how much time, both short- and long-term that youre willing to commit. is it just a fun thing you want to do when you have free time? thats great! are you committed to a long form story that might take you multiple years to complete? maybe write an outline or several, ask a friend if they can beta read or help you out a little. i didnt have a plan when i started, and i still sort of feel nagged by that as KQ begins to enter its twilight years, er, twilight updates. but one mans lack of planning is another mans freedom to write whatever the hell they want

i hope this was even halfway helpful, a lot of this was probably just rambling. good luck with your stories! :)

#ask #anonymous

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envythepalmtree · 3 years

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Hi! Im wondering, whats the purpose of Image description? No offense meant by this, im just a dumb goth himbo. Thank you!

Hi!! And no worries :)

So an image description is when you describe an image so that blind people using screenreaders can understand what’s in an image. It also helps neurodivergent people, like austistic people who aren’t good with facial expressions can read an image description, or ID of an art piece to find out what the people in the picture are feeling. They’re super important for accessibility. Here’s more information!

Before joining the FMA fandom, I was in the ATLA fandom which was really good with image descriptions, and making sure to reblog versions of posts that had image descriptions added to them.

The FMA fandom on the other hand,,, really needs to step it up. Like I almost never see anyone else in the fandom doing them. And I get that some people just might not have the spoons to write IDs, but the least they can do is check the notes of a post with an image to see if someone else has done an ID, then reblog that version.

I may not be blind but I am disabled and if I have to singlehandedly convince this fandom to care about accessibility I will, lol.

If you want to start writing image descriptions, Perkins has a good guide on them. You can also look through my #image described tag (link) for examples. And if not: no judgement. Really. People have a limited amount of energy and that’s okay. But please, when you’re reblogging art or any kind of image, check the notes for an ID!

#ask #fouldemoniccreature #this fandom needs to step up on accessibility

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gordons-foot-scans · 3 years

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Adding the fact that I Am Jewish to the top of this post so people stop missing it.

Another main issue with the @yourartisantisemitic blog is that the majority of the mods legitimately arent old enough to understand the broader consequences for their actions.

They have singlehandedly caused multiple young or naive artists to deactivate and give up drawing out of shame, caused lasting self esteem issues that this mod team will likely never address, while at the same time making a platform for actual antisemetic artists to toy with them/bait them for reblogs to gain popularity.

Additionally, often the tags on the reblogs will do less to address antisemetism, and moreso just pick on the artist for having a "bad/ugly" style. This just makes the fight against antisemetism looks like a cheap bullying campaign, and undermines any chance there was for an actual conversation.

They can block people who speak out against them all they want, but theyre going to keep causing much more harm than any smidgen of good they could be doing until they decide to listen and change their approach.

I'm jewish. I agree antisemetism needs to be addressed, and antisemetic artists should have their platform stripped away. But this? This is a cheap bullying tactic masquerading as activism. Its offensive, its pointless, and its downright disgusting at this point.

If your art has been posted to this blog without you knowing, you can report them for targeted harrassment. If anyone needs help with that or anything else, I'm happy to help out

Edit from a day later: I should have added this in before.

Do not harrass the mods of that blog. They're teens, they're bound to make mistakes. Not one fucking teen on this planet has ever had a flawless record. Just let them move on from this if they choose to

If you're goyim, don't speak over either the mods or that blog or over me. I have seen multiple non-jews try to speak over us one way or the other, this isnt about you. Jewish people are allowed to diasgree without the savior goyim coming in to settle everything

I dont blame the mods. I blame the fact that as the internet has progressed, we put callouts on pedestals instead of favoring discussion because calm discussion isn't juicy enough to get popular. They screwed this up, but honestly they're just following the example that other people are trying to set, despite the fact that its clearly unhealthy for everyone involved. The mods have gotten death threats and some artists they reblogged from have given up on drawing. Drama blogs shouldn't be made popular, ever, it just causes shit like this.

#post #drama #hlvrai #yourartisantisemitic #half life vr ai #half life vr ai but the ai is self aware #ive seen fellow jewish people be reblogged there too #im not going to be kind about this anymore because by this point theyve listened and decided to ignore #They need to change now or just delete until they learn how to do better.

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To Be So Lonely [Maxwell Lord x Reader] Part Three

Summary: After being struck by a family tragedy, Maxwell Lord finds his legacy in taking over his father’s business, Black Gold Cooperative. Cold and shut-off from the world around him, he decides he does not have time for anything other than his work and cares only about pushing his company to success – but how difficult does that become for him when you enter his life as a ghost from the past?

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

WARNINGS: mention of suicide, character death, illness (cancer)

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR [coming soon!]

MASTERLIST

KO-FI

AUTHOR’S NOTE: chapter three! this is quite an intense one so please check the warnings before reading. flashbacks can be identified through use of italics. To Be So Lonely will have themes of hurt/comfort, angst, fluff etc. i plan on it being a whole exciting ride. there will be connections to the DCEU and certain characters will making an appearance… however, for story-telling purposes, this will be in an alternate universe to Wonder Woman 1984 just because the movie has yet to be released. the main bulk of the story will be set in the 80s, with the occasional childhood flashbacks. please let me know if you want to be added onto a tag list!

♡ ♡ ♡ THREE ♡ ♡ ♡

You were still frozen, your brain struggling to process what had just happened. It wasn’t until city hall’s bell chimed and you knew it had turned 6PM, you were snapped out of your thoughts. You cursed under your breath and hurriedly put the cloth and spray you were holding behind the counter before bolting into your manager’s small make-shift office. On his desk, you located an ivory envelope, sealed, with your name written on it. You knew exactly what it was and ripped it open on instinct, collecting this month’s salary. Flicking your fingers through the green dollar bills, you found yourself mentally calculating how much your work this month had earned you. You sighed, puffing out your cheeks and feeling disheartened. Only $320. Grabbing your jacket and purse, you locked up the coffee shop.

When you stepped foot on the street outside, you took in the cool evening air. It felt so refreshing. Every pay day, you knew exactly where you needed to go and what you’d be spending your salary on. Swinging your purse over your shoulder you jogged over to the pharmacy just a few blocks away, and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that the kind owner had yet to close. You stumbled in, trying to catch your breath and offered the owner of the pharmacy a warm smile. “Hi Mrs Walters,” you greeted her.

“Hi dear, how was work?” She leaned her sweeping brush into a corner and approached you, rubbing your shoulders in a comforting manner. You had been seeing Mrs Walters consistently more or less since you moved back to Gotham, and had grown increasingly close to her. You didn’t have time for friendships anymore, but the short, white haired lady had always been there for you during the darkest of times. You considered telling her about your run-in with Bruce Wayne, but figured that wouldn’t be the best idea since you were still trying to make sense of it all.

“It was okay. Same old. Do you have my mother’s prescription ready?” You quizzed Mrs Walters. The pharmacist gave you a knowing look and grabbed a rather large paper bag with Lucia Y/L/N (your mother’s name) written on it. The bag was filled with pills and potions used to make your mother’s life just that little bit easier. Upon leaving DC, your mother became sick but as you watched her health deteriorate, and knowing there was no cure for her illness, you swore to yourself you would do anything in your means to make her life as comfortable as could be. If that meant spending almost the entirety of your monthly salary on her, so be it.

“Yes, that will be $300.” Mrs Walters said, her fingers clicking away as she checked the numbers into the cash register. You pulled out your wages from your purse and handed them over to the pharmacist. Despite Mrs Walters giving you discount like she always would, it didn’t change the fact you had only just been paid and were now practically spent up for the month. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ at the kind lady, offering her a polite smile, and took the heavy paper bag filled to the brim with medication. With only twenty dollars to last the rest of the month, you decided to against getting the bus and travelled home by feet. It’s a mild night anyway- you told yourself.

♡

“Mother, with all due respect…” Maxwell Lord rolled his eyes as his mother paced around the spacious kitchen of Maxwell Lord’s DC penthouse, her high heels clicking against the pristine tiled floor. Thanks to botox from DC’s finest plastic surgeons, Naomi Lord had barely aged. She was still strutting around in that same ruby red lipstick, decked out in the most elegant pearls retrieved from the deepest part of the ocean, and her platinum blonde hair still sat in the tightest of curls.

“No Maxwell, you need to listen to me. I am not going to watch you make the same mistakes as your father did. Wasting away your shares in Black Gold like it’s nothing!”

Maxwell sighed, gently putting down his mug of espresso on the kitchen counter and closing his copy of The Financial Times. “It’s called investment.”

“Investing into what, exactly? Charity?” Naomi chuckled in disbelief. “Just like your father.” She reiterated. “Had some kind of complex, thinking he could singlehandedly fix the world by donating a few thousand to- what? The local library?” Naomi narrowed her eye’s at the cheque which had been written out in Maxwell’s name. Maxwell made a fist.

“I am nothing like my father.” Maxwell snapped, abruptly standing and pointing his ring clad finger, wincing at his mother’s painful comparison. Naomi suddenly quietened down, taking the hint that she had perhaps overstepped her boundaries. But she, like her son, was not one to give up.

“Sweetheart,” Naomi said, her voice gentle as she sat her son back down. “You know, all I’ve ever wanted is what’s best for Black Gold Cooperative. Because what is best for Black Gold Cooperative, is best for you.”

Maxwell’s mother had been telling her son this every single day after his father passed. After his father had selfishly chosen to leave him. It was no wonder he had engrained into him that his main priority was the family business. He was so sure he could never forgive his father for what he had done.

♡

When sixteen year old Maxwell Lord discovered his father’s body, the cry he let out was not one any mother wanted to hear from their child. Not even Naomi Lord. Maxwell fell to his knees and crawled over to his father’s body, grabbing on to it and swearing he’d never let go. Tears streaming down his face, he screamed for his mother. He yelled for help. Naomi came running into her husband’s office where she was met with her son, cradling Maxwell Lord III’s lifeless body on the floor.

“Oh Max, oh Max, oh Max,” she whispered repeatedly as she approached her son and gently tore him away from his father. Maxwell screamed as he let go and curled into his mother’s arms, sobbing. Naomi’s heart was shattered, and she buried her face into her son’s dark blonde hair, comforting him the best she could. She sat with Maxwell, on the floor, for only a few minutes, until she was able to compose herself and stand up. She took her son’s hand and pulled him up. “Sit here. Sit here my love, I’m going to call Lucia.” Naomi pulled her husband’s office chair out and watched her son shakily sit in it. She handed him a box of tissues and walked over to the phone, dialling the extension to the guest house. “Ah yes, Lucia it seems I could use your assistance. In my husband’s office. Quickly.” Naomi put the phone down and took a deep breath. “Okay Maxwell, brighten up. No time to mourn. Things are going to change real fast for you,” she rubbed the tears away from her son’s eyes. “Look at me. I need you to go to your room and change into your best suit, and then wait for me in the lobby.”

“But dad-“ Maxwell whimpered, and turned to look at his father one last time.

“I won’t ask you again.” Naomi said sternly. Maxwell nodded obediently and stood up before leaving the office.

Naomi watched her son leave, stiffening up and kneeling beside her husband on the floor. With great difficulty, she was able to regulate her breathing and hold back any tears. Hidden in the pocket of his suit jacket, she found a note. Unfolding it, she read her husband’s final words.

‘Naomi,

This was never meant to happen. Lord Tech was a failure- my failure. I always knew you were against the expansion of Black Gold Cooperative but with Wayne Enterprises’ taking over the states, I felt like I had no other choice. We’re losing money, and a lot of it. As of today, I will be disenfranchising Lord Technologies. It will be no more; for I have made a discovery, that our company, our family business, has been creating and selling carcinogenic products. I am filled with extreme guilt. How am I to go on, when it is our family name that will be responsible for hundreds of deaths worldwide.

On the second Monday of March, I asked our house-keeper, Lucia, to collect my belongings from our head laboratory. Naomi, darling, I have no doubt that she will be infected with the illness. Everyone who has been in proximity with our head lab developers will now have the cancer. I feel for her daughter. I found out that the cancer is a new strain. Lucia knows nothing about this and I expect for it to stay that way. The outbreak will make news eventually but it cannot be associated with my family name. The Lord family has nothing to do with this. Hide my note, and when the time comes, pass it on to my boy Maxwell, when he is old enough to understand.

Oh my dearest Maxwell… my wife, you should ensure he does not make the same mistakes as I did. Black Gold Cooperative still has a chance of success and our family legacy must go on! But not under my rule. Which is why, I will be passing on the business to him. Black Gold is our priority. It will always be our priority.

My boy, on the chance that you read this, know that I have always loved you. I’ve not been the best father, but even in death know that I have always cared so deeply about you.

Make me proud.

With love,

Maxwell Lord III’

Naomi gulped, folding away the note and slipping it into the pocket of her fur jacket.

“Mrs Lord,” Lucia appeared by the office door frame and when she caught sight of Maxwell Lord III’s dead body she gasped, stumbling backwards.

“Suicide,” Naomi explained, raising to her feet. “Lucia, are you sick?”

“I’m okay,” Lucia knotted her eyebrows in confusion, but she had no time to question it. “Mrs Lord… I am so… so sorry…”

“Lucia I need you to call an ambulance and report a suicide,” Naomi instructed.

“Did he leave a note?” Lucia asked.

Naomi hesitated before letting out a strong “No.”

“Oh…”

“Call the press too.” Naomi said.

“The press?”

“I’ll be the one to announce my husband’s demise… not some random paparazzi selling the story to the tabloids. I also have to announce the closure of Lord Technologies. From now on, our focus will be on Black Gold Cooperative… it’s what my husband would’ve wanted.” Naomi replied, the usual bitterness dripping from her tongue.

“You’re taking over Black Gold?” Lucia questioned further.

“No, my son is.”

“But Max is just a child…”

“My son will be CEO of Black Gold Cooperative. He is a Lord. He has what it takes.”

Lucia gulped. “I have no doubt but don’t you think you should give him a little time to grieve before you throw all this at him.”

“Are you telling me how to raise my son, Ms Y/L/N?” Naomi spat and Lucia looked at her feet. “I want you to call the authorities, call the press, pack your bags and leave before they get here.”

“Leave?” Lucia gasped. “But- but I have nowhere to go. And my daughter-“

“That is my final order.” Naomi said, pointing her finger towards the door.

♡

Maxwell took a sip of his now cold espresso, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He reopened his newspaper and shook off his mother’s words.

“Maxie,” Barbara Minerva’s voice made Maxwell jump. She had the same effect on him as his mother did. She called his name again before finding him still sat at the breakfast bar.

“Barbara what are you doing here?” Maxwell sighed, feeling slightly uneasy at the way her diamond engagement ring glinted in the white lights of his kitchen. “You know not to come to my penthouse uninvited.”

“Your mother faxed me. She’s called the tabloids again… anonymously, of course. The press are going to be waiting for us at the Plaza restaurant on Sunday. She wants us to officially announce the engagement.” Barbara smiled, wrapping her arms around Maxwell and pressing a kiss into his jaw.

“Don’t.” Maxwell said, shuddering away from her. “You don’t touch me. Don’t kiss me. Just. Don’t.” Maxwell was filled with the regret of getting intimate with Barbara, his secretary, in his office the night before. Now Barbara was overstepping her boundaries. She might have been engaged to Maxwell, but he did not tolerate any physical affection from her unprompted. If this is what love was, Max didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. He was still cold, and still miserable.

Naomi had set Barbara and Maxwell up and within three months they were already engaged. Barbara was truly smitten with Maxwell. He had everything she wanted; money, fame, power and fortune… and Barbara was certainly beautiful, but Maxwell had never really considered marriage. Not since he was a child and used to dream of marrying the little girl who lived in his guest house.

“Max.” Barbara had been chanting her fiancée’s name for the past couple of minutes. It seemed like Maxwell was in his own little world.

“Yeah. We can’t go to the Plaza on Sunday.” Max shook his head, standing up and fixing his tie.

“What?”

“I have a lot to do. Gotta prepare for my meeting with Bruce Wayne for a start. Do you have my schedule for Monday?”

“Max, I’m only your secretary when I’m at work…” Barbara reminded the CEO. “We haven’t been on a date in so long. I know this is your mother’s doing but please… I want the world to know I’m going to be the future Mrs Lord.”

Maxwell stared at his bride-to-be for a few moments before letting out another deep sigh. “Okay,” he agreed. “Come on. You can share a ride with me. Don’t want to be late for work.”

♡

“Mom! I’m home!” you called as you entered your Gotham apartment, throwing your keys on the counter and gently placing the brown paper bag of medication down. “You won’t believe who came into the shop and asked me out on a date.”

Your eyes caught on to your mother, Lucia, who was laying on the sofa, sleeping. Her chest was rattling as it heaved up and down. She looked even worse than she did before you left her to go to work that morning. You walked into the kitchen and took a towel, running it under the tap to dampen it. You brought it back into the living room and placed it gently on your mother’s forehead hoping to cool her down. You brought her a glass of ice, knowing it would have melted into water by the time she wakes up, and a bottle of pills, putting it near her on the coffee table. You gave her a gentle kiss, kicked off your shoes and entered your bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you looked at your reflection in your full length mirror and began fumbling with your fingers. How could you possibly prepare yourself for a date with Bruce Wayne?

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#maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #max lord x reader #max lord

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peanut-butter-and-theatre · 3 years

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Guys I check the kleinsen tag once every 4 months and there are like 7 new things added and like 5 of them are by @kkamikazed, I am losing my mind, I would like to thank them for singlehandedly keeping that ship alive

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rvmmm21 · 4 years

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. unpleasant reminders (1.5) .

small note : i know what you’re thinking. great titling. seriously, why can’t i title to save my arse? like i’d pay someone to title my stuff for me. i didn’t mention anything about currency, so go wild. again, please heed my warnings before reading. and uh... remind me never to write this much dialogue ever again, yeah?

*you do not understand how Elated i am to finally be able to pin half of this onto you guys*

i’ve said this in the tags before, but please don’t use shock-collars. save them for this au, okay?

(also... i... i do write soft stuff too. um, j-just in case you forgot... it’s okay to ask me for soft things. i’ll gladly oblige. rvmmm21 isn’t just a yandere bucket).

[yandere!omega!irene x alpha!wendy]

tw : choking, bondage, violence, noncon, implied use of shock-collar. (a very, VERY toxic relationship).

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Bae Joohyun doesn’t need to be an alpha.

She’s already in control.

And Seungwan isn’t the only one who knows things. Joohyun does too.

She knows plenty.

But if there’s one thing she knows best, it’s that alphas who love their omegas unconditionally do not bolt at any given chance.

And if there’s anything Joohyun considers worse than an alpha who is unwilling to accept that they belong under her, it’s an alpha who actively does something about it.

It is rather unfortunate that Joohyun, being an omega, does not possess those useful little pheromones alphas use to either overwhelm or calm. Life would be so much easier if she could just have Seungwan on her knees with a whiff of her scent. But when life presents her a challenge like an unruly alpha... a challenge like Seungwan, Joohyun would rather die than back down. She may have been cautious, hell, she may have even bothered to put on a coat before setting out after her fleeing lover. But it really doesn’t matter, not when Seungwan is as docile and harmless as a baby mouse.

It’s at times like this where Joohyun really doesn’t think her girlfriend deserves her alpha status, or any of those knee-weakening pheromones. It’d be a surprise in itself if Seungwan was aware she even had them, let alone know when and how to use them.

But that isn’t completely her fault. She’s a young pup. Which means she has a lot to learn.

Luckily for her, Joohyun is nothing, if not a well-meaning trainer.

…

Joohyun is standing over her when she opens her eyes.

Even through the blur, it’s creepy. The way she’s just… observing.

She’s calm. Far too calm for Seungwan’s comfort. Not that there’s anything remotely comforting about being gagged and cuffed to the floor. She wants to kick and scream, because she recognises her surroundings far too quickly.

The basement.

Or as Joohyun insists it is, the ‘Training Room’.

For a few seconds she does nothing but quietly stare at the metal around her wrists, the taste of old rags seeping into her tongue anything but pleasant. Finally, Joohyun sighs, bending over to run her fingers along the knot behind her head as she breaks the silence. “Gag wasn’t necessary, but… I know you hate it. And I did catch you doing something very naughty, so I think it’s only fitting, don’t you?”

She fiddles around with the fabric before dragging it down and tossing the damp cloth to the side. Seungwan’s jaw aches when she flexes it a couple times. Stray tears roll down from the corners of bloodshot eyes as she opens her mouth to form some sort of apology. But as soon as her lips are parted, four fingers shove their way into her mouth, as good as choking her in an attempt to keep her from making another mistake.

“Don’t you dare.”

The tears are welling up and she can’t help herself.

“You ran. Again.” Joohyun’s tone is somewhere between a drawl and a snarl. The smaller girl impulsively jerks forward when fingers thrust themselves deeper down her throat. She coughs, gags and tries to twist away, but Joohyun just follows her, never leaving more than a millimetre of space between them. “How many times this month, alpha?”

“No, no, no…” Seungwan tries to say, but it just comes out as incoherent mumbling around Joohyun fingers, all subdued and useless. And it doesn’t help that her head is still spinning. Holding onto a simple train of thought is proving to be harder than the force Joohyun must have applied to knock her out and drag her back.

When the omega pulls her fingers out with a skin-crawling laugh, Seungwan scrambles to defend herself, pointless as it is.

“I wasn’t trying any – wasn’t running, I–”

A foot embeds itself into her diaphragm and cuts off whatever the end of that sentence was supposed to be. The hot pain concentrated in her chest slowly blossoms down her ribs, stomach, and her head. The impact of her back shoved further into the cement she’s slumped against sends agonising jolts down her spine, and it’s that instinctive wince that reminds her that she truly is at the mercy of her sweet, sweet omega.

The added pressure behind the heel serves to better restrict Seungwan’s breathing.

“Puppy’s learnt to lie now, has she?” Joohyun sounds lethargic, and it’s nearly twice as scary as that look of pure, animalistic rage Seungwan had seen on her face not two seconds ago. “You’d better tell me where you picked this charming little habit up… or you’re not going to like what happens next.”

She sounds unimpressed and bored and it’s terrifying.

“P-please…” It doesn’t cross Seungwan that she’s speaking out of turn, that she’s not answering her omega’s question, that she’s not thinking straight. It’s impossible. She can’t think straight. Not when she’s in such a compromising position. “I-I promise it won’t happen again, please… I don’t want to run, it – it was a m-mistake! I didn’t mean to–”

“I didn’t mean to plan an escape, I didn’t mean to keep running when I was called, I’m so sorry, Hyun, please don’t hurt me, Hyun.” Joohyun taunts her, mimicking the panic in her alpha’s voice with a sickening light-heartedness. “How many times do you think I’ve heard that, hm?” She pauses to chuckle at her own awful reminiscing. “Pretty much the first day we started training. And how many times has it worked?”

She kneels down again and wraps her hand around her alpha’s throat. She squeezes, smile broadening when Seungwan whimpers and chokes out a weak – “… none.”

Joohyun smirks. “None.”

Tiny black dots speckle Seungwan’s vision as the pressure on her throat increases, turning her laboured breathing into ragged pants. It takes everything she has to force herself still, if only to keep from encouraging the irate omega, who’s growling at her now, sounding more like an alpha than she can ever hope to be.

“Don’t make me wait for it, puppy.”

At this point Seungwan’s reactions are more reflexive than genuine. “I love – I love you!” Her words are clogged in her throat, but she forces them out in short, sharp gasps. “I love you! I’m sorry – sorry I tried to run, please, please don’t… please Hyunnie, you’re hurting me, stop please…”

Joohyun just grins and uses one more final burst of strength before she relents, keeping her alpha pinned up by her shoulders as she splutters and wheezes and struggles to stop the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free. Seems like I haven’t trained you well enough, puppy. Outbursts like that are very rude, and they will not go unpunished.” She finally lets her go completely to reach for something Seungwan can’t see. It should soothe her, however the lack of pressure on her neck and the lack of a foot in her ribs does little to do so. Quite the contrary. It fires every nerve in her body up, because if Joohyun’s hands aren’t on her now, there’s no telling where they’ll be next.

When Joohyun finally turns around, it’s the familiar little remote she has clasped in her right hand and device in her left that kicks Seungwan’s legs into gear, weak as they are. It makes her forget. She forgets she’s tethered to a U bolt in the floor, forgets that if her omega can singlehandedly retrieve her mid-run, she stands no chance if they’re in the same room.

She forgets her place.

Still, she springs into action, aiming to lunge past her insane girlfriend and head straight for the door. But she never reaches it. As soon as she’s on her feet, Joohyun is straddling her back, knee digging into the base of her spine and forcing her face into the cold cement floor. Seungwan sobs harder, one hand grappling pathetically out in front of her while the other stays pinned under Joohyun’s knee.

“Bad alpha, bad puppy.” The omega patronises as she fumbles around with the contraption she had intended to put on her lover ever so nicely. Of course, Seungwan had to fuck that up too, didn’t she? The battered alpha goes rigid when she feels deceptively soft lips against the nape of her neck, kissing her so lightly and so comfortingly that she almost mistakes it as forgiveness. But that hope is quickly suffocated when she hears the click of a buckle and a lock, when there’s that tightness around her neck.

She suddenly realises that –

“I’m tired of false promises, puppy. If you can’t tell me the truth, then I think it’s better you can’t tell me anything, don’t you?”

– it’s much more painful to swallow in fear when there are two icy iron prongs burrowing themselves firmly into your throat.

#red velvet #red velvet yandere #wenrene #irene x wendy #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #irene #wendy #omegaverse #yandere omegaverse #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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leeknow-bestboy · 4 years

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If You Close One Eye - Chapter Three

Ships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Bang Chan/Yang Jeongin | I.N, If you really squint you can notice Lix is into Binnie, Hyunjin was into everyone once

Characters: All the kids, The ex kid isn't here I edited him out, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Trigger warnings: panic attack, ptsd, original character death, homophobia, original character cheating, descriptive imagery.

Word count: 5172

Chapter: 3/?

Next (Out soon!) / previous / first

Tags: Murder Mystery, amateur detective minho, Soulmates, not your typical soulmate AU, Alternate Universe - College/University, Slow Burn, Slow Build, good things take time let it slowburn, minho is singlehandedly responsible for the slow burn so blame him, no soulmates in this universe only they are, criminology student minho, art student jisung, POV Third Person, chan deserves better and he does indeed get better don't worry, art references please look stuff up, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, best sibling bond ever.

"If you close one eye, you can see what your soulmate sees"

Born with one eye an unnatural golden color, Minho and Jisung have been forced to cover them up with colored lenses in order to blend into society.

The magic to their eyes? Even they still didn't know.

This is the story of how criminology major and dance minor Lee Minho found himself hopelessly in love with the serial killer, local artist Han.

[Alternatively, let's see how long I can make these two dumbasses pine without one of them snapping. Edit: they finally did]

[Also WARNING: a HUGE amount of Jeongchan ahead, it's not subtle at all! So much fluff--]

"As impressed as I am with you, I think the right thing for now would be to take time off. You can probably tell this had been quite a destructive journey for your mental state." Jae commented.

Now back in the office, the two detectives had stood opposite to Minho with Sungjin and Wonpil supervising from the back of the room.

"I found her though! Her case went cold from how long it's been, and I found her under 24 hours! Now you tell me to take a break?" Minho's voice cracked, almost offended by the idea.

"Minho, we never thought you would find her. Nobody planned to show you a second corpse a week into your training, it's too much." Young k insisted.

In the back of his mind Minho knew he had a point, but he couldn't accept that he'd be put to rest. Not like this, not while the prosecution started working on locating Min-ra's killer.

"I'm involved! I can't stay home and do nothing while they work on this, it's my case." Minho pleaded, only to be met with two pairs of sad eyes. Didn't they get it?

"I understand, I do, but you're still young- these are a lot of horrors for someone to go through before their twenty second birthday." Young k reasoned, hand lifting to Minho's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

"You guys... How do you cope with this job, then? How come you hadn't gone crazy?" Minho asked, now despaired. He made his way to the usual chair- a comforting source of routine in the madness that was going on.

"We have. In case you hadn't noticed, we all are a little crazy around here." Sungjin spoke up, hand smoothing out the stress gathered between his eyes. That might have been a good point too, had Minho known what this team had gone through in the past few years.

"You might think we're toughened up, for me I'm fine as long as I keep god in mind- I remind myself of heaven and hell, so death doesn't scare me anymore, but it still stays with me, so I can't sleep so well." Jae revealed, earning a shocked glance from the younger.

"Me too," Confessed Young K, shocking Minho farther. These guys were professionals... did they really not adjust yet?

"I used to be a cop, in my time- a serial killer went on a spree, and I was the one who always found his victims.

Always, on my shift-"

He paused.

"I kept dreaming of them, waking up in cold sweat with red marks from scratching myself in my sleep.

It got into my head that I had to find the killer to put them at rest. I was denied access to the case though, so I did my digging independently without a team. Sungjin scouted me after I found him, and I kept working since."

A long silence followed, broken when the black-haired detective continued. "It didn't help; finding him, I mean. What helped was doing things, investigating, staying occupied. We're a little similar, I think."

Minho didn't know how to respond, so he didn't. Instead, next it was Wonpil who spoke up.

"Me and Dowoon, we hadn't witnessed as much gore as these two, but we get to face a lot in real time. Back when I started, some people scared me so much I couldn't sleep- Just people, looking in their eyes and knowing they wanted to hurt me, knowing they could, might, and that I was responsible for getting it under control.

I didn't get to shoot anyone; I hope I'll never- but Dowoon did. It's the reason he only deals with phone calls now… he's always been too kind for this job, that softie. He never did anything to deserve his emotional baggage."

Minho sagged. Cops as well, then… if he hadn't signed for the internship, he still might have ended up the same way. The thought was jarring, suggesting something Minho never considered when he picked his ideal career path.

"I have too many stories to tell, you'd probably rather not sit through them all.

I do think, as far-fetched as it might sound to you right now, that you have a spot in this team. Minho, let your sunbaes ease you into this- after that, you can prove yourself as much as you'd like." Sungjin summarized.

Minho let his head hang, struggling to accept that they've all felt the same. Then… there was no getting better, was there? As time went on, the burden only got heavier.

"I will, I'll take a break." He surrendered, leading to Wonpil releasing a sigh of relief and opening the door they had closed earlier for privacy. As he did both eavesdroppers toppled over, landing on the floor with a hard thump. Seeing as Chan was the one on the bottom, he had it a bit worse, softening what could have been a rough fall for the younger.

"You two are insufferable." Minho commented, stifling a chuckle. Paying closer care, he couldn't help a sigh at noticing that, despite the embarrassing situation, the first thing Chan managed to refocus on was the intern atop him whining softly from being startled so bad.

The blond groaned, gently checking the other for injuries. What was it now, had he hit his head when he fell? Did he fail to notice everybody's eyes on him? The excuses have been slowly running out one by one.

"I'm heading home." Minho announced, walking around the two laying on the floor and waving on his way out. This had almost distracted him, but… not really.

From that point onward, it was bound to get worse.

"Ryujin? Are You there?"

Minho sat in his car, a light rain shower tapping against all windows as he waited. The month of march has been full of sunshine and clear sky, and so far it seemed april only had those as well- so of course for the weekend of his sister's birthday there had to be a drop of temperature.

Ryujin hummed, sounding bothered. "Oppa, you're calling me now? Last time we talked..." She trailed off. That's right, he should have checked up on her- it was inconsiderate of him, but frankly he didn't know how to broach the topic after telling her the bad news.

"Where are you? Let's talk." He pushed on, intending to apologize in person. That, and make up for all that he should- he's thought up a plan to cheer her up and celebrate her birthday properly.

"Why does it matter? I'm home, it's raining." She replied, voice betraying the fact she was upset, and for a good reason.

"Put on something comfortable and come down, I'm outside." He instructed, a small smile spreading across his face at the sound of her shuffling quickly about her room without hesitation. Five minutes later she was already stuffing her umbrella at the feet of the shotgun's side.

"Oppa!" Ryujin smiled, wrapping her hands around Minho in a hug that said it all; I'm not mad anymore, I missed you, are you okay?

"Put your seatbelt on, we have a reservation to catch." Minho ordered mischievously. That implied he's reserved a table, but to a person who's known him for years growing up, it should be easy enough to tell what he really has in mind. As such Ryujin smiled back, sitting obediently and tacking her belt into place before grabbing his aux from the hatch and playing some music.

When they arrived, the studio was dark. For a platonic date between siblings Minho hadn't bothered to light up candles or scatter flower petals and had instead left the studio as it was. He pulled open the trunk, taking out a short vanilla cake with whipped cream topping that he's bought on the way to Ryujin's.

Covering the cake container with his umbrella, Minho gestured for Ryujin to head in first. She did, stepping into a stairwell that headed up towards the studio he rented. After joining her he struggled with the umbrella and container, trying to pull out the keys he's been given. Eventually he succeeded, making a short happy sound before unlocking the respective door.

Ryujin stepped inside, smiling wide and letting her hands swing about. The sight had been endearing, causing Minho to smile softly. He set down the cake container, placing the cake atop it before laying down himself and crossing his legs. Ryujin sat on the other side, watching him place candles and carefully light them up with a newly purchased lighter he got for the occasion.

"Happy birthday, to my favorite nerd." He congratulated, laughing at her content smile.

"I missed you. I didn't think you would come, but you even prepared all of this... What about college?" Ryujin Interrogated.

"Make a wish first, the wax is melting." Minho avoided neatly. They can talk for a while afterwards.

Ryujin took in a breath, blowing out the candles decisively. "Not telling." She announced before he could ask the usual question.

Minho chuckled, messing his little sister's hair only a little while considering if it'd be too much to sing her happy birthday. Deciding against it, he took out a knife from the container, realizing he forgot napkins. Whatever, it's no mousse. He passed her the knife, watching her cut out a slice and crumble it quite messily as she ate.

"Ryuddaeng," Minho started, tone straightening out. "How have you been?"

Ryujin's smile faded, swallowing what was left of her slice before responding. "I don't know what to say. Everything feels frustratingly normal."

Minho felt relief wash over him at that. "You're sleeping alright? Eating too? How about any birthday plans with friends?"

Ryujin moved her hair behind her ear, uncrossing and then crossing over her legs. "I'm okay, I did cancel my plans with the girls though, it felt disrespectful."

Minho sighed, rolling a shoulder. "You know it had nothing to do with you, the estimated time of death is the last day she was seen, over a month ago."

Ryujin averted her gaze uncomfortably, picking her nails before forcibly setting them behind her. "I didn't know, I don't know anything about what happened, I didn't think you'd know either."

Minho raised a hand to his face, realizing he kept Ryujin in the dark to an unfair extent. "I've been looking, like you asked. I was the one who discovered her, so the police offered me an internship and shared their findings."

Ryujin straightened, interest piqued. "You intern at the police now? Is that okay? Wait, you found her? Yourself, you mean… god."

Minho nodded.

"You're not joking right?" Ryujin asked again, shocked expression turning sad.

"I'm serious. I came to check out a field she drew for her Instagram, right outside seoul. I don't know what I was expecting, I don't think I was ready to actually get somewhere searching for her." Minho added, trying to keep his composure as memories came flooding back. Ryujin rushed over, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He guessed she wasn't expecting it, either.

"After results came in, they ruled it a suicide; she shot herself." He ended, hoping to wrap up the story so that they could lighten up a little. He was startled to feel tears drip down on his neck, figuring he's caused the opposite of his intentions. What for? Chelle was never worth his little sister's tears, she just wasn't.

"That must've been so scary." Ryujin mumbled, and Minho was hit with the realization she was crying for him, rather than her late ex-girlfriend. That made things both better and worse, leaving him lost on how to comfort her.

"Ryujin, I'm fine. I got talked through it by the police team, they calmed me down and fixed me up, I'm as good as new." He promised, petting her hair awkwardly. In truth he wasn't, and they didn't, but she didn't have to know that.

He didn't tell her about Min-ra.

Pointedly didn't about Chelle's cheating, either.

After Ryujin calmed down a little, a small smile showing with lot of effort from Minho's side, the two ate a few more cake slices and stood up. Minho swiped the crumbs to the nearest trash can and plugged his phone to the studio's aux cord, playing a steady beat. "Remember this?"

Ryujin smiled, dancing lightly to show that she does. "Come on! it's a good occasion, let's clear the air." Minho commented, raising the volume and dancing a little on his own, smiling through the mirror at his sister, perfectly coordinated with himself.

Since young both had loved this pastime more than any other hobby, helping them bond and providing good stress relief. When they were dancing, it was as if everything went away: their dad, school, occasional homophobia, bad days and broken hearts. Here they were, pretending to be Chanhyuk and Suhyun, dancing to how people move.

"You're taking it easy on me! I hadn't rusted yet." Ryujin complained as the song came to a stop.

"What are you feeling?" Minho asked, grin spreading across his face. Now they're talking.

"I still have my playlist for these, let's start with Taeyong and Ten." Ryujin suggested, already on her way to fix them up on Min's phone.

"Steamy." He commented with a chuckle, swiftly followed by an "Only if we do good-bye baby too."

Ryujin rolled her eyes. "You're so embarrassing."

"We can try cover hard carry after." He offered.

"Taemin's Move, too! You told me last time you figured out how to do the part we were stuck on, I want to see." She turned, eyes challenging him silently.

"Deal." He assured, recalling his practice with Dahyun of the girl's class, a same age friend who had offered to teach him. At that Ryujin smiled, rushing up to his side for the start of next song.

"Jisung! You scared the life out of me!" Seungmin whined, making annoyed motions towards his stubborn roommate who's been up all night as per usual.

"I'm almost done, give me a minute." Jisung assured, knowing that was an obvious lie. This time he hadn't been drawing in the living room or kitchen, but had instead set up his stand in the bathroom, hence scaring sleepy Seungmin on his nightly pee break.

"No, Jisung, you need to go. I need to pee really bad." He insisted, and had he been anything other than upset the crudeness of his own speech would have made him blush. Frustrated Jisung stepped out, carrying his canvas with him.

"I hate anatomy, why do I do this to myself?" He asked aloud, only to be answered grumpily with a "because you religiously draw every single one of your fever dreams, you weirdo." From across-the-door Seungmin. He had a point, too.

Today's painting had been only a sketch for now, something that's been on his mind since an insect of some sort came crashing into his eye at random. The vision of people dancing, beautifully so. Really, he could have been more focused on the vision if he wasn't panicking and batting the thing away, but the thought was enough. He knew for sure his professor would appreciate it as well, since the work of Edgar Degas was included in their future study course.

It was around a week ago that the same professor picked an interest in Jisung's art and asked him if he'd like to have them presented in a proper show, which was the dream of every art student ever.

Of course he agreed, but since then his anxiety kept growing. He knew he was good, he loved his own art dearly, but he wouldn't know what to do if others did not.

Rather than letting it eat him up, he decided to push forward with all his might, doing his absolute best for every new piece he wanted to enter.

So far, he had drawn almost seven out of ten pieces for the show: A tall grass field, a city view through a window, an iced coffee cup, a drawing of a park and a drawing of a cat- although that one might not be good enough to show. After that came a short block, and then he drew the club scene, and then today he started on the dancers. As for the showering man, he considered it shortly, only to decide it felt way too intimate to showcase.

Jisung hadn't considered himself a landscape artist, but by what he's been inspired to paint lately, that might have been the direction his mind wanted to go.

More than that, Jisung always drew mundane small things that made life unique in his eyes, and although he couldn't find himself excited at his own cups of coffee without context, there was something about those moments specifically that made him feel like they were meant to be cherished.

"Okay, I'm done. You can have the mirror back now." Seungmin informed, having caught on to the reason Jisung has been drawing in the restroom to begin with.

"Sleep well Seungmin-ah" Jisung wished affectionately, quietly cooing at his sleepy roommate as he made his way back to bed and flopped down.

Although Jisung was the night owl, Seungmin often had stress keep him up, then the next day he'd be extra exhausted and ready for sleep. Today seemed to be one of those days, judging by his friend's unmoving figure so soon after collapsing in bed.

He couldn't help but admire him. The two have been sharing a room for give or take a year of college, and have known each other since high school by chance. Seungmin was taking up animal science as major, claiming he was attracted to the idea of a straightforwardly good profession such as veterinary medicine. Not only that, but he also minored in photography, making him stand out from the other nerds in Jisung's eyes.

While the two came in contrast with each other in many ways such as; how neat they were, their favorite subjects, favorite creative outlets, how they got down to studying and the way they dealt with stress, they both found enough in common to bond over easily.

They both liked the same music, found the same things pretty or gross, both liked to capture and preserve chosen memories in their own way, and most importantly they were both caring and tended to each other's needs. The result was, expectedly, a strong friendship that grew almost immediately after moving in.

Focusing back on his work, Jisung's mind wondered with some three AM thoughts. How much different will their lives turn out? A vet and an artist, in college they may live together well, but years will tell of the gap between the two.

Life had a way of doing that, tying different people together naturally or forcibly. How many chances will he get to befriend someone like Seungmin? And just how many unlikely things like it are left for him to experience?

Although he believed himself to be highly likable, Jisung didn't have many friends in college, only Seungmin and Changbin from his minor. It's been different in high school, but in college being an introvert really took its toll, isolating Jisung until he felt too late to join the already formed friend groups all around him. That's fine, he assured himself- his art, what mattered most to him, at least he still had that. When he was drawing, he never seemed to get lonely.

Closing his eyes, he recalled again the dancers; a boy and a girl. Should he attempt a new concept? If the boy was the moon, the girl was a star. Their poses suggested they were close friends rather than coworkers, and Jisung wondered if boosting their contrasts would add or take from that fact.

For some reason, his instinct told him to shine more light on the boy, and he only half frowned when he realized he's been putting so much more effort into him rather than splitting it equally. Alright, he reasoned. Let's not do that, brain.

He sighed quietly, looking to where his finished pieces were laying against the wall in a stack. Should he pay a visit to the dance majors in his college? The thought made him anxious. No, he'd rather stay inside- he could look up references if he wanted. Lightly slapping his cheeks, he turned back and continued his work in silence.

Minho spun, goofing around rather than practicing a specific choreo. At the corner of his eye he could see Hyunjin doing something similar, half clinging to Felix at the other's laughter.

"Hyung!" Felix called him over, worry ghosting over his face for a moment as if he noticed something was off. Minho smiled uneasily, walking over to the two. What was it?

"Did you sleep well? You seem tired, you have bags under your eyes." Felix questioned, cupping Minho's face with both hands. Minho pursed his lips, causing Felix to let him go with an eyeroll.

"I'm fine, I just have a lot of work. I'm jealous sometimes- I wish I majored in dancing, then at least I'd be stressed about something I like."

Hyunjin made a face, almost offended that Minho made their lives sound like a dream when in truth the two dance majors were working long and hard hours just as he did. "Change your major then." He challenged.

"I can't do that." Minho sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear to him that his mother would fund whatever he set out to do, but he never felt comfortable relying on her, they didn't know each other well enough- a strange thing to say about one's mother. No, he decided years ago already, he wants to make a living for himself without her support.

"I got an internship too." Minho added, using his bragging rights for once after refusing to do so in front of Ryujin.

"You did? Where?" Hyunjin asked, offense long forgotten or at least bottled down to where it won't bother him. If Minho got something cool going for himself, then what's there not to support?

"In the district nine police station, I'm working with the detectives there." Minho dropped the information as if it wasn't a big deal. He knew it was, but after the things he's been through it seemed more like a curse than a blessing- not that they needed to know that.

"Oh right!" Felix called, tone raising with a smile spread across his face. "Chan-hyung told me you were working with him! You two are interns then? I thought he was doing volunteer work." Minho paused, reminding himself that Felix and Chan did in fact know each other quite well.

"He's volunteering at the emergency call center; I intern with the investigator team. It's a bit different, but we do work in the same office block." He explained, noting with slight fright the ray of sparks flying from both his friends' eyes.

"That's so cool! It's like you're a movie star!" Hyunjin hyped, the other nodding furiously.

Minho reached to rub his neck, pulling the hat of his hoodie over his head to relieve his fluster. "I'm still new, I don't know anything." He lied, wishing he could be praised for something good like his hair, his face or his dancing… not like this.

"We can say we danced with a detective like Sherlock Holmes." Felix added, clinging onto Hyunjin's shoulder with the other instinctively reciprocating the affection. Obviously he was blowing things out of proportion, but they both tended to be overly supportive of Minho in everything he did.

Minho hummed, hoping they'd cool off after a moment.

The dance instructor entered, giving them a once over before calling for the rest of the class members' attention.

As embarrassing as it was, Minho Felix and Hyunjin were all sophomores despite their age gap due to the fact Minho spent a little over a year working and saving money to fund himself, while the two of them enrolled immediately after high school.

Normally he shouldn't have been allowed in the majors' class at all, but it was the minor's squad instructor's call at the time to up his studies, which led to his current instructor always keeping an eye out for every flaw and mistake that could justify kicking him out.

Unfortunately for him, Minho's spot was well deserved.

Calling him out for demonstration, the instructor asked him to dance what their class had practiced last time, which was four days earlier. Relying on his fogged-up memory from before the Min-ra incident, he still managed to execute it perfectly, mentally patting his own shoulder in pride.

"Okay." The instructor went on, not finding any particular flaws to pick on this time around, yet infinitely patient for them to show up sooner or later. "Let's begin."

"Minho-hyung! Are you up for ice cream?" Felix's voice sounded not thirty seconds after the instructor dismissed them. Minho turned, drying his hair with a towel. He had a gap in his class schedule of forty-five minutes, which meant he probably could take the younger up on that offer even after a quick shower.

"Sure. Hyunjin too?" Minho asked, making eye contact with the friend in question.

"Yeah." Hyunjin smiled before making his way to the shower room.

After they were clean, the three headed to an old ice cream place that had survived impressively in that spot for at least ten years. Ordering three cones of a combination they all love; strawberry vanilla, they left the place with a feeling of satisfaction at treating themselves for a change. For Minho especially, a treat was a good call during the week he was supposed to recover in.

He only managed five or so well-earned licks though, before he felt an itch at his right eye. He groaned, signaling the others to halt in their walk for him to rub the dirt out real quick.

Art, multiple pieces spread across the floor. One of the field, another of the club- a third one of a park, an iced coffee and a city view that seemed eerily familiar. Minho froze, unmoving. The common interest was clear: they were all signed HAN.

The sound of Felix and Hyunjin screaming in unison brought Minho back to reality, lowering his hand and realizing to his misery that he dropped his cone of ice cream. Felix passed his cone to Hyunjin before wrapping his hands around Minho and patting his back gently, an attempt to comfort his friend over the loss of vanilla-strawberry ice cream rip. Minho could swear he was crying a little, too.

"Felix, Felix I'm fine." Minho attempted, glancing over to where Hyunjin was standing, eyes teary and sniffing heavily. Oh for fuck's sake.

"It's just ice cream! I can go get a new one." He added, although he had no such intention.

"But you're broke." Felix sniffed, tightening his hold. Minho's lower lip trembled. That's true, he is broke.

"It's okay, don't worry, I don't need it. I'm good." He lied.

"You can have mine." Hyunjin offered, wiping his eyes awkwardly on his forearm since he was still carrying both cones.

"Really?" Minho asked, touched. That meant a lot, coming from Hyunjin. All three of them needed this treat after feeling so stressed for a long time…

"I'll remember this." Minho promised, Felix taking his que to let go so he could take Hyunjin up on his offer. Under different circumstances he might have declined, but he had his class on white collar crime in less than fifteen minutes.

Hyunjin took one last lick before longingly passing his ice cream to his friend. "Make sure to hold it well." He requested, giving Felix's cone back to him as well and pulling out his phone to check the time.

"Yongbok, we have to go; theory's at the other building." He informed, pulling Felix to him before pushing him towards the right direction.

"Bye hyung!" he called, Felix waving with considerably less enthusiasm at the prospect of dance theory.

Walking toward his lecture hall, Minho entertained the thought that maybe his hallucination was an attempt made by his subconsciousness to divert his attention towards anything of actual importance. Following the thought, he decided a small checkup wouldn't hurt. Sure, there were plenty of Hans, it was a common surname- but maybe if he searched for Han artists in his area, he could narrow it down to a list. Why artists? Regrettably, only for the sake of the context the name was brought in.

Looking up the name on google under his table with one hand, Minho made use of his ambidextrousness to write down the list of Han artists from district nine. After farther thought, he expanded the search to include Hans in his living area around the college and from around Min-Ra's home. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to include all of seoul.

Narrowing it down to two artists, Minho found that neither of them drew in the style he saw. Was he overdoing it? And just what was he searching for, anyway?

Annoyed, Minho typed down "art signed HAN, seoul", and hit a tumblr account for first result. That couldn't be a reliable source, and yet he entered in search of anything useful.

The url read hansquirrelart, which was only somewhat promising. Reading the description, Minho could tell why google directed him there.

"Han Jisung, 00', seoul." He read, assuming this couldn't be the guy he's looking for, since the world of a nineteen or twenty-year-old squirrel aesthetic art blogger wouldn't seem to have any overlap with Minho's. However, since Minho himself had no idea of what he was expecting from his search, he scrolled down a bit to see the content. After a few memes, a first art piece showed, marked big and red with "WIP".

Minho's blood froze, recognizing the style of the drawing. The caption read "Peek of my recent classwork, might not finish. Not very into this one." And the end was signed clearly with HAN, the same way the works he hallucinated were.

Now driven, Minho followed links from the tumblr to a similar twitter and Instagram that wasn't private, all under the same name. "Guess what?? Ya boy got a spot in an art show this saturday!! Come see me, everyone's invited :D" read a recent post. Minho jotted down the details before moving to the Instagram, breath hitching as he saw a picture of a guy with his face crossed out by a filter. Despite everything, he seemed oddly compelling.

"Mind sharing these notes with the class?" Called the professor, upset at the sight of Minho furiously writing what seemed to be minor details while others listened.

"Ah? No, I'm sorry." Minho apologized, quickly turning off his phone and throwing it in his bag with the resolution to continue later. For now he should focus on passing his classes.

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