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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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for the yandere alphabet i was wondering if you could do tendou? it’s totally fine if you don’t tho don’t worry!!

❣︎𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦 // 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱❣︎

letters: a-z

this alphabet belongs to @.dear-yandere

warnings: implied noncon, humiliation, sadism, infantilisation, mindbreak, knife mention

affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get? //

tendō loves showing his darling physical affection- he wants to plaster their face in kisses and hug them and have them sit on his lap for him to stroke their thighs and splay his hands all over them. there’s something about how they squirm and their bottom lip trembles that really makes a thrill rush through him.

blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? //

he’s not afraid to get messy- in fact, if it makes you squeal and cry tendō is even more into it. he thinks you look so pretty with tears clinging to your lashes and the metallic taste as he lathes his tongue over the fresh cut is always so sweet.

cruelty: how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them? //

once you wake up in his unfamiliar home and you’re panicking, bound to the radiator, tendō can’t help but laugh as he teases you. poor baby, do the zip ties hurt?does the bruise on your head hurt? are you scared? he wants to see how fearful you are and he isn't sure why knowing you’re in so much pain gives him such a thrill but he’ll coo to you in a horribly patronising tone, telling you not to worry because you’re all safe with him, as long as you’re good.

darling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? //

what wouldn’t he do against your will? tendō loves seeing the panic in your eyes, the trembling fear in your voice when he touches you when you don’t want to be touched, when he goes to all ends to prove his love for you and eliminate any threats. he’ll love to rip away all control you have by doing everything you don’t want him to do, but he’s not completely cruel. he’ll break you into submission, into making you think that you want it eventually. you’re just not sure how long that’ll take.

exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? //

tendō would be pretty open with his darling- he’s not had many people that he can trust and now that you’re here he can tell you anything. you’ll be his little pet who can take everything when he’s recounting his childhood trauma and you have to comfort him and reassure him with love- it’s not like he’s giving you much of a choice.

fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back? //

at first, he’s a little hurt. you need to try to stop resisting his love because he can’t survive without you, but he’ll brush it off and dismiss it as a game to survive the pain. he’ll mock you when he easily overpowers you, cooing about how pathetic you are trying to fight back even when you know he’ll always win. cute, he says. but despite the bright smile across his face, his eyes are dead so don’t expect the punishment to be light.

game: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? //

it’d be a sadistic form of entertainment for tendō to see how desperate you get and watch you fail every time. sometimes he’ll tell himself he’s so mean for leaving a knife out on the counter and turn his back or to leave a key in the door because it’ll so amusing to see you try to attack him, only you never have the guts to drive the knife right through his milky skin, or to see your face fall when you realise the key doesn’t even fit into the lock properly. he’ll love watching you realise your own failure and sob as you drag yourself onto your knees, begging for his forgiveness with a teary hopelessness in your eyes.

hell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them? //

the first night with tendō is a night you’ll never forget. he’ll have you bound and gagged, sobbing into the fabric as you can’t fight back against him when he kisses you all over and traces his fingers along your skin and holds you in his arms, smelling your hair and murmuring into your skin about how you’re all his, you’re his dumb, little pet. your worst experience is tendō stripping away all semblance of free will you have and him claiming you as his own.

ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? //

his perfect future is one where you’re just his pretty, submissive pet. he wants you dumb and broken, just pandering after him. he wants to see you look at him with your pretty eyes filled with your love and your empty head consumed by him with no life purpose other than adoring him. it doesn't matter how he uses you or how he makes you cry, he just needs you to love him.

jealousy: do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope? //

he doesn’t show his jealousy when he sees you acting so friendly with goshiki or semi, just seeming as merry and happy as usual. but the moment you’re alone tendō won’t hesitate to punish you. he’ll be sadistic and cruel, reducing you to tears and he’ll love to humiliate you by fucking you till you’re stained in his cum, pictures taken to send to goshiki and semi so they know exactly who you belong to.

kisses: how do they act around or with their darling? //

condescending and patronising- tendō belittles you and treats you like his dumb little pet. “my dumb little baby, what would you do without me?” he’ll coo as over time he infantilises you, forcing you to depend on him completely. he dotes on you completely- bathing you, feeding you, smothering you in kisses, dressing you- that you won't ever feel like a full person ever again.

love letters: how would they go about courting or approaching their darling? //

tendō would always be enthusiastic from the start that you’ll be a little intimidated and surprised. he won't hesitate to compliment you, only there's a coldness that runs through you at his words, and will leave you plenty of gifts- only why are they at your kitchen table rather than on the porch? he’ll send you letters telling you all the lewd things he wants to do to you when you’re his and how he doesn't care if you try to ignore him, he won’t stop until it’s a reality.

mask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? //

no shame or guilt could ever make tendō act differently in front of others. in fact, he gets a certain kick out of seeing how goshiki and semi watch him in awe when he infantilises you in front of them, calling you his pretty pet and forcing you to sit on your lap, force you to accept his wet, sloppy kisses. it really gives him a thrill to see you squirm with humiliation with everyone watching.

naughty: how would they punish their darling? //

tendō loves to change the punishments- it’s always fun to surprise you with a new one, almost like a gamble to see how you’ll react. sometimes he’ll outright ignore you- for up to weeks on end it’ll be like you don't even exist until finally you crumple, sobbing as you kneel in front for him for some attention. sometimes he’ll fuck you punishingly, twisting your nipples and slapping you till your cheeks are stained red and you’re crying out in more pain than pleasure. sometimes he’ll take away your clothes, leaving you burning with humiliation as you’re forced to walk around after him completely naked- he always enjoys that one because it’s perfect for him to admire your body and use you with easy access.

oppression: how many rights would they take away from their darling? //

expect no rights when tendō finally has you. you’re his pretty little pet and everything is dictated by him. he’ll choose when you eat, sat on his lap as he spoons the food into your mouth and don't resist or you won’t get anything. you can only go out with him, a collar around your neck with his name on and your hand locked with his. you’re not anyone but tendō’s now.

patience: how patient are they with their darling? //

surprisingly, tendō is rather patient. he doesn’t mind that at first you ignore him or you cry and try to fight back- he thinks it's funny almost because you’re the one more frustrated than him. so he’ll laugh at you, scoffing because it’s pathetic of you to fight back when you’re the one tied up in his basement. you’re the one who’s begging for mercy.

quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? //

tendō isn’t completely delusional- he knows he won't ever have you again but that won't stop him from finding the next closest thing. he tells himself the next one’s different, but it’s hard to believe that when they have the same hair as you, the same eyes as you, the same height and body as you, when they’re close enough to be you, dressed in your clothes and nicknamed your name.

regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? //

he’s a sadist- he won’t ever fully feel the guilt, especially with his emotions distorted by childhood trauma of bullying. perhaps a part of him will feel justified- that he’s giving himself the love he deserves after so long. what is there to feel guilty about that?

stigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? //

having such a rough childhood desensitised tendō- he isn’t sure of basic human compassion and there’s a slight vengeance in him that likes to see a little bit of pain etched on people. it just happens to be that pain looks prettiest on you, and he’s so drunk on it he can’t bear to let you go.

tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? //

it’s amusing. it gives him such a thrill of elation to see you in anguish- but he’ll never let you hurt yourself. you’re his beautiful little pet so he’ll always be there to hold you whenever you go too far, wiping away your tears and shushing you. he’d even try to bribe you. “be a good one for me and i’ll do that thing you like.” he’ll coo as his fingers trail up your thigh.

unique: would they do anything different from the classic yandere? //

whilst he wouldn’t be completely different from most yanderes, you may wonder if tendō genuinely loves you that he’s driven purely by his insatiable infatuation with you, or whether he loves weakening you and breaking you down.

vice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? //

it’s amusing if you think tendō will ever let you escape. the more you resist, the more determined he is. the more submissive you become, the more empowered he feels.

wit’s end: would they ever hurt their darling? //

yes. not enough to seriously injure you but tendō wouldn’t hesitate to slap you or pull your hair enough your scalp burns and you’re certain it’ll rip out. he loves pressing the cold tip of a knife into your skin, just enough to slice through the fragile skin and let beads of blood leak out, leaving you to wince as you beg for mercy. whichever way he can, tendō will hurt you, only he’ll soothe it all by his babying voice as he coos to you with love, even though there’s an underlying tone of sadistic amusement.

xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over? //

tendō wouldn’t go about winning his darling over in a romantic way- his advances will be jarring and weird and will leave you frozen with fear more than flustered with his love. he thinks it’s an act of service but you think it’s gruesome when you get the bloodied, severed finger of the man who groped you on the train posted through your letterbox. he thinks it’s a compliment and you feel sick when you get photographs of yourself taken from your window with horribly descriptive fantasies scrawled on the back.

yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap? //

he doesn’t do much pining- whatever he wants he’ll get it. the only time spent waiting to make a move on you is the time he spends observing you. who are you closest to? do you live alone? are there any threats?

zenith: would they ever break their darling? //

yes. tendō wants to break you into a dumb, dependent baby the quickest he can whether that’s by keeping you isolated until you’re sobbing and begging for his attention or by starving you till you’re too feeble to fight back or chipping away at you with harsh words and ripping away all your rights till you're nothing but a shell.

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astralaffairs · 3 years

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I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING I NEED YOU TO KNOW ABOUT. LONGTIME POLITICAL RIVALS THOM AND MC RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT AGAINST EACH OTHER

omg

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"You've gotta be kidding me."

Y/N's grip on her glass was slowly tightening; her narrowed eyes were locked on him from across the room. "What is he doing here?"

Priya, her campaign manager, sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Want me to have him thrown out?"

"No," she huffed. "He'd make a scene of it, and that's the last thing I want."

A moment passed in (relative) silence, save for the sounds of chatter scattered throughout the room at Y/N's campaign fundraiser. She tapped the toe of one of her black pumps impatiently against the polished floor, and it took all of her will to stop herself from snapping the stem of her wine glass; instead, she threw the rest of her drink back in one heavy sip. "How do you figure I should handle this?"

She turned to Priya with a weary eyebrow raised. Priya frowned. "I think you're best off proceeding as usual. Keep talking to prospective donors, and don't let him derail your night."

"You're probably right." Y/N's sour expression didn't fit her acquiescence. "But this is so obnoxious. Who the hell does he think he is?"

"Watch yourself; there are reporters all around." Priya nudged her, nodding toward the lively crowd, but she wore an amused smile at Y/N's words.

"I'll behave if he does," she said, scowling.

"Good luck, then," —Priya's gaze flickered between Jefferson and Y/N— "because he'd headed this way."

Y/N had to resist the urge to groan loudly as Priya slipped away, offering her an apologetic shrug as she did so, but Y/N couldn't really blame her. Realistically, as Jefferson approached her, giving an annoyingly nonchalant smile when he caught her eye, nodding to her in greeting, Y/N knew Priya would have to let her handle it — still, she would've rathered Priya stick around to restrain her from throttling him.

Her eyes flickered down to her glass; for a brief moment, she regretted having already drank all of it.

"Attorney General L/N."

When Y/N looked back up, Jefferson stood only feet in front of her, a hand tucked into his pocket and the other holding a shallow glass of whiskey. She was too tired to even glare.

"Secretary Jefferson." Her voice was thick with resentment. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He shrugged, glancing about the room as he came up beside her. She sighed internally. "Well, it's an open event, isn't it? 'M here for the same reason as everyone else."

"To donate to my campaign, you mean?" Y/N folded her arms, and he grinned.

"I was referrin' to the open bar." He nodded toward the edge of the room, taking a sip of his whiskey as if to prove his point.

Y/N scoffed. "All that family money you're freeloading on, and you're still looking for free booze? You're such a fucking cheapskate."

"Language, Ms. Attorney General," he said, scandalized tone entirely contrived. She rolled her eyes. "Besides, it's much more satisfyin' to be drinkin' on your dime. I appreciate the generosity."

"Believe me, it wasn't meant for you." He frowned. "Is there really nowhere better for you to be on a Friday night than getting drunk at one of my campaign events?"

"Not really."

"That's almost sad." She looked at him with disdain, and despite how patronizing her tone was, he didn't look offended in the least.

"Aw, can't I just wanna hang out with you?" he asked, brow furrowed. "James was busy, so I figured this was the next best thing."

"Because we're best friends now?"

He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "I mean, don't flatter yourself. James 'n Dolley are still both far ahead of you on that list. And then there's Lafayette, too. And even Burr, really, but—"

"I get it," she cut him off, her cheeks flaring with heat as he wore a self-satisfied grin.

"But, hey, you're up there, too. Don't worry," he assured her, and she couldn't even bring herself to come up with some kind of biting retort.

"Right."

A moment passed in annoyed silence (well, Y/N was annoyed; realistically, Jefferson was enjoying himself), and Y/N glared down at the distinct lack of wine still sitting at the bottom of her glass. She didn't want to let him have the reaction he was looking for from her.

"You should leave," she said bluntly, and his eyebrows shot up.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not going to give you what you want and make myself look bad by having security throw you out. So you're going to get nothing out of being here," she hissed. "Please, just leave. You stick to your campaign, and I'll stick to mine."

"C'mon, now, where's the fun in that?"

"I'm just trying to fundraise; can't you leave that alone?" Her teeth were gritted as she spoke, and his smile was broadening; he was seemingly taking pleasure in how quickly she was getting worked up, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She just wanted him out. "Some of us can't just ride it out on daddy's money. We aren't all heirs to millions."

He quirked a brow. "Sounds like a personal problem."

"It is. That's my point," she scoffed. "I know we disagree on literally everything, but outright classism is stooping low, even for you."

"If you really need money, 'm sure there are a couple Super PACs on Capitol Hill that'd be glad to fork over a couple million." A mischievous glint shone in his eyes with his words, and he glanced back at her, taking another sip of his drink. Her glare didn't waver.

"If you're trying to create ammunition against me, it isn't going to work," she warned him. "You're wasting your time."

"Well, I'm hurt, now, Y/N." He frowned, free hand held to his heart. "Thought we were friends. Maybe I just came to see you."

Her huff was heavy, and he couldn't maintain his mild expression, his stupid, smug grin cracking through the facade. "We aren't on a first name basis, Jefferson."

He managed a pout. "After all these years? Aw, sweetheart, 'm devastated," he said, and when she looked away from him, her furious gaze instead turning to the hotel ballroom before her, the corners of his lips quirked. "We were even coworkers, once. Now, what happened to that?"

"As if we got along while we were working together." She didn't meet his eyes. "You've always been fixated on sabotaging my career, so I guess I'm not surprised that this is no different."

"Hang on, I never sabotaged your career," he said defensively, but when she cast him a disbelieving glance, his eyes flashed mischievously. "You did that perfectly well all on your own."

"I'm eight points ahead of you in the polls." She eyed him disdainfully. He shrugged.

"Don't get too cocky, now; the debates haven't even started," he replied, undeterred, "I've just gotta wait till the whole country gets to see you on live TV makin' a mockery of your party."

"Everyone knows people only watch the debates for confirmation bias," Y/N said dryly, again turning away from him. "You may as well drop out now. You've got no shot at the presidency."

He hummed skeptically. "I dunno about that, sweetheart—"

"Don't call me that," she seethed, but her annoyance only seemed to spur him on.

"So hostile," he sighed. "Now I guess I don't have to feel guilty that I'm stealin' all your donors, hm?"

"All my donors resent your policies almost as much as I do." Y/N couldn't maintain her anger, although she remained annoyed. Was this really his best shot at derailing her fundraiser? "Go back to pandering to Citizens United; you won't have too much luck with my pool of attendees."

"You sure? I've been told I can be real charmin'," he said matter-of-factly, and she huffed out a bitter laugh.

"By who, exactly?"

"Undisclosed sources," he said, shooting her a wink, and she pursed her lips; with the playful grin he wore, her smile was no longer all anger and resentment. "You'll have to take me at my word."

"I don't believe it, but I guess I can't really contest it," Y/N replied, and Thomas's grin broadened at the amusement he could hear seeping into her voice.

He raised a teasing eyebrow. "So you're tellin' me you agree, then?"

"That is not what I'm telling you." Her smile fell flat. Her tone was biting, but she turned away from him, folded her arms, and she could feel the heat rising in back of her neck. Her willing it away had little effect. He looked smug. "I'm saying that if you can't tell me who the sources are, then I can't fact check you, so there's no way to contest your claim. That's what I mean."

She was rambling, and he took another nonchalant sip of his drink, satisfaction obvious in his expression. "Mhm."

"I'm serious. It was a stupid fucking claim, anyway, and you know that wasn't what I said," she said, and the words were biting. Thomas looked down at her mildly, his smirk lazy.

"'Course."

"Stop being so damn condescending," she huffed. "I didn't agree with what you were saying. Now will you shut up about it?"

"What am I doin' wrong, sweetheart?" He folded his arms, turned fully toward her with an inquisitive look and a self-satisfied smile. "I didn't contradict you. You're allowed to think whatever you wanna."

"It's not me 'thinking whatever I want,' I didn't say that you were—" She cut herself off with a scowl as his smile widened, and he raised his eyebrows expectantly. Warmth was flooding her cheeks, by then, and she couldn't even bring herself to finish her sentence, didn't even want to admit aloud what she was defending herself for. She felt ridiculous. He looked unswayed. "God, I refuse to have this conversation. Why do you feel the need to antagonize me every fucking time you see me?"

"'Antagonize' seems extreme," he pointed out, and arrogance laced his voice. "I hardly said a word. All that spiralin' just now was all you."

"Because you were being a dick."

"Hey, all I did was ask an innocent question," he defended. "Why're you gettin' so worked up?"

"Don't act like I'm being irrational," she bit back, eyes narrowed, but he shrugged. "You only came here to get me worked up, and you know it. Stop treating me like a child."

"I'd never. I entirely respect you." She eyed him skeptically. He nudged her arm. "'S okay to get a little flustered now 'n then. I know I've got that kinda effect on people."

"I'm not flustered," she replied through gritted teeth, and he winked.

"Sure you aren't. No judgment here," he said, and the disbelief in his voice made her scowl.

"Whatever. I need to get back to fundraising. You're derailing my evening." The words were hard; her tone made it clear she had no interest in any further back-and-forth with him, and when he sighed, it was dramatically weary.

"You don't wanna spend any more time with me?" he asked, brow creased in faux disappointment. "Now, Y/N, I came all this way just for you, and I've gotta say, I'm hurt. Thought you were enjoyin' my company more than that."

"I wasn't."

He clucked his tongue. "Too bad. I was enjoyin' yours."

"You were enjoying making fun of me, you mean?" she countered, and he grinned.

"Believe what you want, but I said all of four words, before, sweetheart—"

"That isn't my name," she interjected, but he didn't stop.

"and you were still busy defendin' yourself for a whole lot longer," he continued. "And I'm not sure why you were defending yourself for so long, really. Didn't I tell you I wasn't passin' any judgment? I get that I make you nervous. It's okay."

"What? You don't make me nervous. I've literally worked with you for years," she huffed, eyes narrowed. When he raised a disbelieving brow, she shifted uneasily where she stood, breaking his gaze. "Whatever. I'm done with this conversation; you can show yourself out."

"Just walkin' away so unceremoniously?" he asked incredulously when Y/N turned on her heel. "Aw, c'mon, now, no hard feelings, alright?"

"Maybe not from you." She glanced back at him over her shoulder, eyeing him disdainfully before starting off in the other direction. He grinned.

"See you at the debates, Y/N," he called after her, and satisfaction lay heavy in his voice. "Always a pleasure."

She rolled her eyes, and her pace didn't stutter, but as she retreated back to the room full of overgenerous millionaires, the tips of her ears still burned. If she lost this election, she'd never hear the end of it.

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nosferatchoo · 3 years

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George likes boys

3,700 words

After George Weasley is introduced to one of his younger brother’s male classmates, he begins questioning his sexuality. He can’t ignore his feelings anymore, after they find themselves alone in detention, having to clean the Herbology greenhouses together.

This is a He/him pronoun Y/N fic, mostly fluff and angst until the last chapter.

WARNING contains; 18+ smut, strong language, LGBT themes [if you’re not into that], gay angst and yearning [if you’re not in the mood for that]

Smut in part 10 if you want to skip to that part, because same.

Prologue

Y/N is a third-year student at Hogwarts in [Your house]. With the Dementors guarding the grounds, they’re unable to wander, so he’s meeting his friends after a class in the Great Hall before lunch. First out the door, satchel swung around his arm, he strides through the hallway towards the staircase that leads down to the hall, shoes clicking on each step.

1] Great Hall

Walking into the Great Hall, Y/N scans the tables, spotting his friends near the front. Strutting towards them he’s stopped by a familiar voice, “y/n, Y/N!” turning to see Ron gesturing towards him, Y/N lifts his eyebrow in query. “You’ve got the notes for Potions class, haven’t you?”

“From this morning or?” Y/N asks, taken aback by the arbitrary question.

“Yeah! can I copy it? Please? I’m desperate.” Ron pleads.

“Honestly Ron! maybe if you actually turned up to class, instead of sleeping in, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Hermione huffs.

“Maybe if you let me peak at your notes I wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Ron retorts.

Y/N sighs and rummages in his bag, bringing out a slightly battered leather notebook, “yeah mate, go wild.” He says tossing his notebook towards a thankful Ron.

“You shouldn’t pander to him” Hermione huffs, “He’ll never learn.”

“Shove off Mione!” Ron grumbles, as he hurriedly scribbles notes onto his parchment, his quill working with an impressive speed, although, no accuracy.

“You even going to be able to read that?” Y/N smirks, as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the table next to Harry, waiting for Ron to finish his scribing.

“Ah yeah, crystal clear.” Ron answers, eyes dashing between the parchment and the page.

Hermione stretches over to inspect Ron’s frantic lettering, “Is that even English?” she said before returning to her reading.

“Of course it is Hermione!” Fred appears behind Ron, “but it’s in code, nobody else can understand Ron’s writing but him”, he’s followed leisurely by Lee and George who adds, “That’s so none of the Professors can tell if he’s actually done the assignment or not.” snickering to Lee Jordan as they surround Ron who’s still frantically copying the notes, now somewhat more hurried, anticipating his older brother’s intervention.

2] George’s POV

Fred nudged George as they entered the hall, a panicked Ron was frantically scribbling, obviously trying to complete some last minuet assignment. Fred gleefully shuffles to Ron, “…It’s in code, nobody else can understand Ron’s writing but him” is what George hears Fred say as he saunters over to join him to taunt their little brother.

“That’s so none of the Professors can tell if he’s actually done the assignment or not.” He adds snickering to Lee, who joins in with the sniggering, but doesn’t add to their mocking. The three boys sit surrounding Ron, Fred shuffles in between him and Hermione, wrapping his arm around Ron before mockingly taking interest in his writing. “So, what have we got here?” he asks, leaning in for exaggerated dramatics.

“Ron’s been sleeping through class, and now he’s having to copy notes before Snape realises and gives him detention.” Hermione exclaims, securing a smirk from Fred.

“I’m sure Snape doesn’t mind Ron skipping classes, He probably prefers it.” George shares, earning a chuckle from the opposite side of the table. His gaze is diverted to the unfamiliar boy sitting with his brothers’ friends. Momentarily, George is entranced by the way the boys face beamed as he laughed, George’s stomach knotted as a warm smile grew on his captivated expression, luckily everyone was too busy coming up with jokes at Ron’s expense to notice that George had hardly taken a breath in several seconds. Although, the first person to look his way was the unfamiliar boy, who’s casual glance at George snapped him from his daze, and he quickly diverted his eyes to calm his heating cheeks from revealing his sudden odd need to stare at this [your house] boy.

They sat huddled around Ron for a few moments before he finished his notes and handed Y/N his book, thanking him as he left.

3] Gryffindor dorm and torment

Later that night George lay in bed unable to pull his thoughts away from the encounter with Y/N in the Great Hall. Flashes of his smile accompanied the echoes of his words in his mind. He hadn’t said anything particularly interesting that encouraged such contemplation, but the way he said them, the almost mumbled drone of his voice soothed George, calming his racing chest when he visualised the point on Y/N’s teeth when he laughed. He thought of how cute his smile was, before blushing that he thought to describe him as cute. He remembered the way Y/N’s hair fell, gripping his own red locks, wishing his hair didn’t fall into his eyes all the time, or that it looked as soft as his did. George spent several moments wondering how it would feel to run his hands through Y/N’s hair, before he realised, he was thinking about running his hands affectionately through another boys hair, and promptly removed all his thoughts with a heavy sigh.

What would it be like to… he stopped his thoughts before they started and rolled into his pillows, submerging himself under his blanket in an unproductive attempt to get to sleep.

4] Prank gone wrong

I have to talk to him, George thought as he and Fred set up the days prank. They stood one side of the hallway, gesturing to Lee on the other.

While they’re waiting for Flitch, George scans the adjoining courtyard for him or an equally vicious cat scoping the grounds. Instead, George spots a familiar [your house] walking towards them. Taking his opportunity George whispers a call to Fred, gesturing that he was going around the corner, before perching himself in the doorway, meeting Y/N with a mischievous smile. He couldn’t miss this opportunity to say hello to his new obsession, because although he won’t admit it to anyone, he hadn’t thought of much else but this moment, where they’d meet again, since their meeting yesterday. He seems cool, George thought, we could be friends. Although if he’d shared these thoughts with anyone, they might have enlightened him to him wanting to be more than friends, but George had never felt like this for a boy before and was uncharacteristically ignorant.

“Hey! You’re my brother’s friend?” George called to him, knowing exactly who he was.

“Yeah, kind of,” Y/N answered, slowing his pace to talk to the curious Gryffindor.

“You were helping him with class, right?” George proposed, unfortunately he didn’t know that much about him to have many avenues for conversations, without resorting to talking about the weather (but it was Scotland, so there was only so many times you could mention the rain).

“Yeah!” he answered with forced conviction, trying to remember the reason he’d sat briefly with the Gryffindors yesterday, “He’d missed potions.”

“If you’re good, maybe you could tutor me sometime?” George

“Are you that bad that you need help from a third year?” Y/N smirks. Eliciting a chuckle from George.

Although now oblivious to the prank, George hadn’t noticed when Professor Sprout had come around the corner after being caught in the prank. His brother and best friend had already fled, leaving him at the scene of the crime.Professor Sprout covered in the markings of a Weasley prank stood idly before the two boys noticed her there. “Weasley!” she bellowed.

“Professor…” he answered defeated, being all too familiar with the professors saying his name in that tone.

“And Mr [Y/L/N]?” She gasped, eyeing the two boys accusatorily.

“What, no?” they both replied in a harmony. Although, it was too late, Professor Sprout giving them both detention.

5] Detention

To George’s frustration Y/N left heatedly, with them not meeting again until the following evening, where they met to clean the Herbology Greenhouse’s. Y/N didn’t meet him in a particularly better mood, still irritated by the unwarranted detention.

Professor Sprout had left them to clean by themselves, so while alone together George tried to salvage the situation best he could. Although, any attempts at a casual conversation seemed to irritate Y/N further. On the bright side Y/N’s anger had them finish the work quicker than expected. But this meant that George had less time to try and smooth things over with Y/N. Unfortunately, his newest attempt to talk to Y/N ended with a pile of pots strewn across the floor and them both scrambling to pick them up.

“Look!” Y/N barked, “I’m not particularly interested in small talk for the sake of filling the silence, I just want to get this done, so I can leave!”

George’s expression dropped. This wasn’t how he wanted this to go.

6] Enemies to Lovers

“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,” George bargained, “I just wanted to talk to you” he admitted

“You could have picked a better time to start a conversation with me.” Y/N sighs, he knew it wasn’t George’s fault, he’d just hated getting detention, obviously. But specifically, he took pride in not getting caught in his antics, so getting caught in somebody else’s shoddy work irritated him to a higher degree.

“Yeah, sorry.” George exhaled. It wasn’t the chat he wanted to have, but at least he wasn’t mad at him anymore.

“I’d have thought you’d be better at not getting detention at this point anyway,” Y/N declared, “Doing pranks is your thing isn’t it?” he clarified. “So, I imagined you wouldn’t be this easy to catch.” he says with a cocky grin at George, making his cheeks flush.

“Apparently not,” George answers, “I’ll have to work on it.”

“I can’t help you with Potions, but maybe I could give you tips on being more inconspicuous.” Y/N boasted.

“You? What do you know about not getting caught?” George tittered.

“You’ve never seen me in detention before, have you?” Y/N offered in response, “This one excluded, obviously…” he smiled bashfully.

“I knew there was something about you I liked” George expressed with a slight smile, as he picked up the plant pots.

“You like me?” Y/N jokes,

“I… uh!” George’s eyes grew large as the breath noticeably left his body.

Y/N stared at him for a moment, eyebrows raised at his reaction, “you like me?” he repeated, now with a completely different meaning.

“I mean… I thought… when I saw you yesterday-” George stumbled.

“I didn’t think you liked boys?” Y/N acknowledged.

George’s body stiffened at the admission, “I don’t I-”

“You doknow I’m a boy?” Y/N’s eye’s narrowed waiting for his response.

“Yeah, but you’re like… small and cute,” Y/N’s eyebrows rose at this admission as George hastily continued, “I mean, feminine, kind of, so it makes sense that I would find you attractive?” George stammers in a single breath.

“Or you just want to suck my dick mate, there’s no shame in that,” Y/N answered with the chuckle, his words catching George’s breath in a hitch. “Besides, I’m not small, you’re just a giant.” He says passively, choosing to ignore the feminine comment.

George stood quieter after that. He enjoyed seeing George flustered, it was a welcomed interaction with the boy that always annoyingly had some kind of sarcastic retort.

They sat in each other’s company for a while. The anticipation building in Y/N’s chest as he peeks over at the abnormally quiet red head, the thoughts racing behind his eyes. It usually wasn’t good when a Weasley was quiet for too long.

After a few moments of silence Y/N finished his task and began walking towards the door, “see you la-”

“Wait-” George calls. Before he realised, he’d moved, George was towering over Y/N, trapping him between his arms. “Are you going to leave before giving me a kiss,” George moved one of his hands to cup Y/N’s face, tracing up his body before holding his thumb under the shorter boys chin, lifting it to face him, as he hunched down to lessen the space between them.

Y/N stood breathless in George’s grasp, eliciting a smirk from the older boy, accompanied by a darkening gaze as he waited for a response. George moved his free hand, stroking Y/N’s back, before pushing their bodies closer together. Y/N’s hands grip George’s shirt as he falls into him. They both stare longingly, neither daring to close the space between them, but both drawing into each other.

“Georgie! You done yet?” a muffled shout calls from behind the door, the two boys jump apart before Fred strides in, “Me and Lee are going to-” the two boys heavy breaths distracting them from hearing Fred’s rambling. But stolen glances were the only indicators that they weren’t listening, as they both tried to regain composure.

*The twins leave*

Y/N’s head spinning, he feels the ghosted stain of George’s touch, the imprint of his fingers tracing his neck, his jawline, his thumb along his spine. He reminisces on the echo of his joke earlier, you just want to suck my dick mate, mortified, he sighs the air into his chest, he was definitely projecting earlier, but now the thought of Georges lips on his body, any part of his body, made his head spin.

7] Can I have him for Breakfast?

The next morning Y/N was dreading walking into the Great Hall for breakfast and facing the cause of his sleepless night. Y/N’s mind had been racing from the encounter with George, and with what (in an ideal world where he had an abundance of confidence, and no shame) he would do next time he saw him. He imagined the way he would go up to Weasley and fall into a passionate, clothes ripping, breathless embrace. These were the images that plagued his thoughts, all until the drole of students in the hall brought him out of his daydreams, the smell of toast waking his consciousness like smelling salts.

He cautiously walks to the [your house] table, scanning the room for a crowd of red hair, but he couldn’t see the red head he wanted. After uninterestedly biding his time with a selection of toast and wizard branded cereal, an echo of obnoxious laughter catches his attention to the group of mostly Gryffindor Quidditch players and Lee Jordan sauntering in. Y/N briefly caught the eye of one of their Beaters before quickly diverting his stare. It would seem he wasn’t going to be able to act on his fantasy’s if only a look from George made him blush this severely. He also in that moment questioned the affections of his friends, considering the extent of how he was going red, and that nobody had realised.

George sat at the Gryffindor table, within direct eyeline to Y/N, which didn’t help his distraction. Looking over at George, all Y/N could think was how he wanted to go over there and grab his stupid face into a kiss. This inclination was not reduced by the way George occasionally glanced over with a smirk, checking he was still getting the attention he wanted from Y/N. The two spent all Breakfast sneaking looks at each other from across the hall.

Y/N observed the Gryffindor boy in a way he hadn’t before. His smile as he laughed made Y/N cheeks heat up, and he couldn’t remove his eyes every time George brushed his hair out of his face, wishing those hands were touching him instead. He kept a fixated stare on the Gryffindor, daring him to take another look, to tease him with another smirk. Y/N’s gaze fell to his neck. His mind wandered through the ways he wanted to kiss it, taste it, to bite it, when George looked up suddenly. He meet Y/N’s stare before getting up and nodding his head ordering Y/N to follow him. George strode out by himself, not looking back, leaving Y/N’s heart racing as his mind raced trying to think of an inconspicuous reason to leave Breakfast early.

“Pee!” Is all he mustered before racing out of his chair to the door. In reflection, that was a great excuse for why he was in such a hurry to leave.

Y/N barely made a turn out of the door, before he bumped into Weasley, and by that, I mean literally, as the air slightly leaves him after his body falls into the towering red head. He looks up at the giggling Gryffindor, “Morning…” George smiles between hushed laughter.

“Hey.” Y/N answers, slightly off balance.

“Come with me?” George asks, Y/N nodding with a distant expression, still dazed from his daydreams of kissing Weasley’s neck that was now within his vantage point. But Y/N followed George as he walked seemingly aimlessly through the castle hallways.

8] Meet me in the corridor

The hallways were quiet as everyone was either sleeping in or having breakfast. Y/N and George walked through the empty corridors side by side, slightly diverting their eyes whenever their eyes met, but both desperately trying to catch a peak at the other. They both resisted the urge to touch the other, to lace their fingers together, or to entirely embrace.

The two boys turn a corner after walking through an empty courtyard, George finally takes the opportunity to grab Y/N, pressing him into one of the arched indents of the wall (which were prominent in the Hogwarts architecture). George hunches over to meet Y/N’s face, a slither of air caught between them, as they both place their hands around the other, embraced with a now familiar tension, they dared each other to close the space between them. Eyes locked in a stare, other than lustful glances at the other boy’s lips. Neither knew who moved first, but with a sudden motion their lips finally met, with them gripping each other’s jumpers, gasping for air in between forceful kisses. Y/N grasped George’s hair, pulling him closer, causing a whimpered moan to vibrate from George’s lips.

The clank of a door snapped them both into reality. Separating from the embrace, breathlessly laughing to each other in respite. Stealing a short kiss before continuing their stroll around the castle, one of many more stolen secret kisses in the corridors of Hogwarts.

9] Study buddy

[the smut starts here whores]

The two boys have been dating in secret, finding excuses to sneak off together, luckily George was familiar with the secret passageways in Hogwarts, and made sure to personally introduce Y/N to all of them.

After classes, George meet’s Y/N in the library under the guise of studying. It was safe to say George had been spending twice the more time studying than usual, so he had to confide his true motives to Fred, who was eagerly supportive.

Y/N sat in a fairly dark corner of the library, he’d taken off his jumper and tie shortly after sitting down and had a selection of books spread across an Oak table, passively taking notes in his beaten-up notebook.

George strolls through the library stacks, spotting his boyfriend down the end of the third row of the Herbology section. He studied him before approaching, admiring the way he scrunched his nose when reading. George ruffled Y/N’s hair to gain his attention, before draping his arms around him and slithered himself behind Y/N on his chair, enveloping him in an embrace.

George held Y/N in his grasp, arms wrapped around his centre, he nestled his face into Y/N’s neck, his hands along his torso restlessly playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You missed me?” Y/N snickered, getting a muffled moan in agreement from George.

They sat peacefully for a while, Y/N reading and sporadically taking notes, as George held onto him. Peacefully until the long stokes of George’s fingers began to fall lower down his torso. One arm now wrapped around Y/N’s waist, holding him in place, George’s other hand gripped and stoked Y/N’s thigh.

As his breath began deepening, he scanned the room for anyone who could see them, luckily it was quiet where they were. “George…” is all Y/N could muster as his brain began to fog. George’s response was a strong kiss on his neck, then a smirk at the whimpered reaction it elicited from his boyfriend. Y/N melted into George’s hold. As the red head traced kisses along his neck, he also traced his fingers along the waistline of his boyfriend’s trousers, effortlessly unbuttoning and zipping his pant, opening it in a singular motion.

“George!” Y/N gasped.

George moaning a mumbled “yes?” in between increasingly tougher motions on his neck.

“We can’t here!” Y/N whimpered, “someone will-” he was cut off by a gasp, as George reached under his zip to pets his fingers over the growing bulge of his underwear. Y/N gulped down a moan as George motioned his long fingers around his growing distraction. “You’re not very good study partner,” Y/N asserts breathily.

“You were looking stressed…” George chuckles, as he begins stroking him. “…And I’m here as emotional support.” he smirked before returning to his neck. Y/N’s muffled moans sparked George’s own hardness. Through panted breath Y/N shifted, feeling George harden against him, he reached behind him to run his hand along him in a returned motion. George bit into Y/N’s neck as he gripped him, supressing a groan. The two boys battled to keep quiet, as the other relentlessly strove to elicit a whimper or a breathy swear from each other.

“George…” Y/N whimpered as quietly as he could manage. “I’m going to cuh-um” he said between hitched breaths. To Y/N’s distress, George completely stopped his motion and removed his hand from his trousers. “Georgie?” Y/N questioned with almost a betrayed expression.

George pulled away from the seat they shared, getting up, before falling to his knees and hunching himself under the table.

“Georgie?” Y/N exasperated, once again conscious that they were in the library. “What are you-?” he said scanning for onlookers.

George positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, fully releasing him from his underwear, exposing him before beginning to work his tongue along the shaft.

“Cum for me.” George orders, taking Y/N fully into his mouth.

Y/N muffled his moans and George’s eyes fluttered every time he choked on the length. It didn’t take long before that feeling in Y/N’s stomach returned, and he began whimpering George’s name. With a final groan Y/N released into George’s mouth, gasping for air as George gulped, his lips not leaving his shaft until he’d swallowed every last drop. Breathing heavily when he released, George gave him a final lick, before emerging from under the table, lifting to kiss his dazed boyfriend through a smug smile.

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Blame it on the Bokbunja

Requested: Anon asks: haii!!! could you please make ateez san agent au? the concept is up to youuu thank youu

Plot: The mission objective was simple - take Choi San down by any means necessary. What you didn't expect was how it was to get him alone. You also didn't expect him to be this endearing.

A/N: I got so much inspiration for this wow, I didn’t expect it to be so long, I hope you like it anon! I hope the rest of you like it too aha!

TW: Alcohol drinking, drugging, mentions of violence

Word count: 9462

The mission’s objective was short and simple: Eliminate Choi San– make his empire crumble from the top, down. It would be like cutting the head off a snake, the body wouldn’t be able to sustain itself.

What was not simple, however, would be to actually make that happen.

Choi San was not only one of the most dangerous men in the city, He controlled at least half of the country’s black market and most of its organised crime could be traced back to his syndicate, Ateez. San had inherited this legacy from his father, Jisung, who had ruled the mafia with an iron fist.

Choi Jisung had been an orphan who grew up on the streets and who, together with seven other ‘friends’ built themselves one of the most heavily controlled and untouchable gangs the country had seen. He was highly intelligent and had an impeccable eye for detail. Nothing got past him and no one was able to double-cross him without ending up dead.

Contrary to how he ran his gang, Jisung’s family was his sanctuary and he always pandered to their every need – they wanted for nothing. This could be seen by the countless evidence photos showing family holidays; where he doted on his wife and only son, San.

According to the evidence file, San had been trained from birth to take over the leadership position from his father. And along with the syndicate’s seven other sons they were taught the skills necessary for running a ruthless and successful gang.

Taking over the ‘family’, unfortunately, came earlier than was anticipated for a 16-year-old San when his parents were murdered by a group of upstarts hoping to take over their territory. Jisung had been betrayed by one of his soldiers (Lee Sungjoo, who was paid off for information about Jisung’s whereabouts), who was quickly ‘done away with’ by the other men in the syndeo.

The Lee family were offered a rare show of kindness by San and Sungjoo’s son, Taeyong, remained a close friend. Taeyong went on to run an equally dangerous gang NCT, although both groups deferred to each other.

San’s first order of business upon receiving his crown was to obliterate the would-be rivals, making sure that any other competition knew that he would not take kindly to any threat towards his territory or family. His reputation had quickly been set and in no time, he was known across the country as being even more ruthless than his father had been.

Whether it was his training from a young age, the need to prove to his doubters that he was as good as his father, or being fuelled by pure revenge – no one could tell but, what they did know, was that Choi San was not a man to be messed with.

And even so – he was fiercely untouchable. Despite being able to hold his own in hand-to-hand combat and knowing his weaponry, San was never alone. The other members, having been friends since childhood were all protective of each other.

So, how were you supposed to take a man like that down?

It wasn’t going to be an easy feat and that’s why they’d called you in. You were a top operative but, you were only ever behind the scenes. Part of the ‘clean-up’ crew, your job was to go in after the field operatives had done their jobs and tie up any loose ends but, every field assassin that had been sent in after San had ended up dead.

It was time for a new strategy, and they hoped that sending in a fresh face with all new ideas and a whole different skill set would be what they needed. There was also a hope that it would flush out the mole that was sending San their mission information. After all, there was no way that he could foil all their plans without inside help.

How you fit into that, you weren’t sure. Technically, clean-up was less qualified than field crew, you were all combat trained, but clean-up didn’t use it as often nor did they go undercover as often but; somehow, they expected it to work.

It wasn’t working.

You’d gone over every possible point of entry into Ateez and none were viable – you’d eventually end up dead or discovered in all of them. They’d all been tried by other operatives and had failed.

Not that the corporation cared. They were putting pressure on you to succeed.

Thankfully, after 2 months of trying to find your way in, an opportunity dropped itself in your lap – as if by magic. And who were you to turn down a good opportunity?

What does a mafioso do when he’s not being a mafioso? He runs a ‘legitimate’ business.

And San was the silent owner of an exclusive bar: ‘The Noir Lounge’.

The Noir lounge was a swanky speak-easy that was a member’s only bar. People only knew about it ‘by word of mouth’ and so, it’s customers and clientele were often very important and high-class, according to the case file even the city mayor and a few city officials were members.

Although it was a bar, the lounge also had a selection of private rooms and a sex club. So, it was important that members remained unknown to the general public. Some of these men and women were married, after all.

It surprised you that they’d be advertising a position for a new bartender but, you weren’t about to let it pass you by.

You applied.

The application process was unique, it constituted of an extensive background check and multiple interviews but, that was to be expected.

None of those interviews had been with San.

It was a Wednesday morning when you got the call.

“Hello Ms Y/L/N? Your application to join the staff at the Noir lounge has been successful. Congratulations. Your start is immediate and so we will expect to see you tonight at 7pm before the bar opens to collect your uniform and go over housekeeping. Please bring with you comfortable, black, smart shoes. You’ve been sent an email with the address. I look forward to meeting you tonight. Enjoy the rest of your day.” That was it. The voice on the other end was soft-spoken but deep and masculine. He also didn’t give you his name.

He was highly professional and curt – giving you no opportunity to respond, you barely got out a ‘hi’ before he spoke.

But that didn’t matter because you got the job. A chill ran down your back both from excitement and terror.

Now it began. You would have to fit into the bar like any other employee – naïve to what was going on behind the scenes but, also interesting enough that you would somehow be allowed to enter the inner circle .

From the outside, the bar looked like any industrial building and you would never be able to suspect that it was teeming with activity underneath. If you didn’t have intel telling you where it was you would’ve gotten lost.

You arrived at 6:45 – 15 minutes before you were required to be there and buzzed on the door 3 times slowly, just as you’d been told to do. It opened and you were wordlessly led down into the lounge.

It was beautiful and crafted in a style that you would’ve expected of Choi San, classy, expensive but, simple.

“Ah Y/N. You’re early which is a good sign. I’m Park Seonghwa, I spoke to you on the phone, it’s good to finally meet you. I’ll be your manager while you’re working with us.” You took his outstretched hand and shook it firmly, smiling.

“Hi Mr Park, Thanks for the opportunity, I look forward to working here.” Of course, you knew who Park Seonghwa was.

On the surface he appeared to normal. Seonghwa was tall, handsome and friendly. It would be easy to fall for him but, he wasn’t a man to trifled with. Seonghwa was Ateez’s resident doctor, if any of the members of the syndicate were injured, they went to him to be fixed up but, that was only the half of it. If there was a poison, best believe that Seonghwa had experimented with it and he was often called in when Ateez needed someone silently ‘taken care off’.

“Ha, that sounds so formal, just call me Seonghwa. We’ll be spending enough time together working that I’ll get to know all about you. We’ll be best friends, just you watch. It’s better that we start off casually.”

‘I’ll get to know all about you.’- I certainly hope not.

You smile shyly – “Okay.”

“Seonghwa, stop flirting with the staff, even if they are gorgeous.” You almost let yourself swoon but remember who you’re talking to -Kim Hongjoong.

Seonghwa was low-key in his work and despite his extensive knowledge of poisons – he rarely got his hands dirty. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was covered in it.

Hongjoong was the ‘answers man’. You’d been disgusted almost to the point of physical sickness when you’d seen his case file. Hongjoong was the king of sadists and incredibly thorough. When Ateez needed answers and had particularly difficult adversaries, they sent them to Hongjoong. The things that man could do with a scouring pad and some hydrogen peroxide were terrifying and he took great pride in that.

But here he was, smiling at you with an almost innocent curiosity, no sign of the sick bastard that he really was.

“I’m Hongjoong. We just had a meeting here so the rest should be filing out soon and then you can open the bar. There’s another bartender working with you tonight but, it won’t be too busy. It’s never too busy on a Wednesday.” He smiled and shook your hand.

I wonder how many lives those hands have taken.

You try not to shudder at the thought.

Hongjoong was right – things were slow that night, which was good because it gave you he opportunity to get used to mixing complicated drinks and taking orders.

Your patrons ranged from well-known politicians to celebrities to other mafia members that were known to your organisation. But no San.

As a matter of fact, over the next 2 months, the only member you saw was Seonghwa and he was often distant.

The promise of casual conversations and time spent together was quickly forgotten and Seonghwa was business as usual. You only saw him at opening and closing time – he was always in a private room at the back of the club – probably with the other members but, they had their own bartender and so, you never saw any of them.

This didn’t bode well for you. It had been 4 months since you’d been given this mission and you were no closer to completion, the bosses weren’t happy to hear this.

Your work phone rang; and it sent a shudder down your spine – you knew you were in for it now.

“Status report?” Well hello to you too…

“No change. The target is yet to be seen. I’ve acquired new work but, no further advancements have been made.” You could hear the disapproving noises from the other line.

“This is unfavourable, we would have expected some status update from you other than a bartending job Y/N. Are you sure you’re the right person for this job?” Now, you were angry, first they leave you to take care of this alone and then they question your methods.

It was true that you were stumped as to your next move but, they didn’t know that. They had no place to criticise you, given how many operatives they’d already lost.

“Am I the right person? You tell me. Given the fact that I was threatened with forced resignation if I didn’t take this job, I can assure you that I wasn’t the one that made the decision to be here. The target is dangerous. I need to play the slow game. Rome wasn’t built in a day and given the amount of lives that have been lost trying to destroy them, I’d expect a little more support.” The line goes silent.

“We’ll call you for another status report in 3 months we expect progress.” And just like that, the line was dead. If you didn’t tread carefully – you would be too.

It was another month before anything happened. It was like you’d completed some probation period because suddenly, you were being told that you would be a personal bartender.

“Y/N. Just the girl I wanted to see.” Seonghwa’s wide smile greeted from the other side of the bar where you stood, restocking it. You turned to look at him.

“Hey Seonghwa, what’s up?” You returned the friendly smile.

“I have a new position for you. We’re having a separate event in one of the other private lounges and I figured you could use the experience of being a private bartender. It’s a little different to being behind the general bar; it’s more intimate and the people you’ll be serving will expect a lot more of you but, no pressure. I’ll be there if you need some guidance.” He leans on the table, his sleeves rolled up and you catch a little glimpse of a tattoo.

“Can I ask what the special event is?” You really have no clue what it could be.

“A birthday, that’s all I’ll tell you now. Don’t look so scared, you’ll be fine.” He reaches across the bar and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You’re scared for another reason. The realisation hits you like a bucket of ice water as your mind runs through all their files.

It was San’s birthday.

You were finally going to meet San and for some reason, it felt too soon.

They were different to how you’d expected them to be, their case files and photos had not prepared you for how normal they appeared. They were friendly and jovial.

Even Jongho, who was known to be quite cold was actually friendly, if not a little awkward.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your thoughts became completely scattered as you came face to face with your target.

He smirked at you and laughed a little your shock, his dimples on full display.

“Uh, sorry, I was spaced-out. What can I get you?” Play dumb Y/N – you’re not supposed to know this man.

“Yeah, I could tell, it’s not busy in here so I guess you’ve got a lot of time on your hands. I’ll have a French 75.” You balk. A what?!

“Let me guess, you’ve never made one of those? It’s not a regular one to get ordered despite it being a classic. Get a champagne flute.” You do as order and automatically go to put a cube of ice.

“No, no ice. It’s served straight-up. Pour 2oz Champagne, ½ oz of lemon juice, 1 oz gin – the Santamania is the best for this one and normally it’s 2 dashes sugar syrup but, I’ve got a sweet-tooth so give me 4. Rim the glass with some sugar and you’ve got yourself a classic.” He finishes with a wink and you follow his direction, Finishing it off with a lemon slice.

You slide it across to him on a napkin and wait expectantly.

San is not the kind of man you want to disappoint.

I hope I make a good impression.

“That’s a good 75. You know it’s supposedly named after a WW1 gun. It was the Howitzer 75mm, the French and Americans used it all throughout the war. Apparently, the cocktail’s got a kick just like the gun. By the way, if it’s in a slim glass, like the flute, never put ice with it. Ruins the experience. A flute glass is used when you want to keep the texture of the drink, you want it to keep the bubbles. That’s part of the experience.” His eyes glint boyishly; and you smile as he explains more information about the cocktails.

In another life you might have found yourself falling for a man like him, he was oddly cute.

“You know, it’s not ordered regularly but, it’s a classic cocktail, perfect for bringing in the new year or celebrating another one. I’m San by the way.” He smiles for real this time, dimples on full blast, and you can’t help but, smile back. He shakes your hand.

Damn, he was charming.

“I didn’t think I’d meet a cocktail nerd.” He barks out a laugh.

“You have to be when you run a bar.” You put on your most shocked face.

“You own this place?” He nods.

“It was mean wasn’t it? Not telling you that I’m the owner but, Seonghwa talks about you so much, I had to see what was so special about you.”

“Well, did you find what you were looking for?” You answer him, a little flirty, hoping that that would open him up to you.

He only laughs.

“I’m not sure yet but, we’ll see.”

Your next status report goes a lot better.

“Update Y/N.”

“I’m almost part of the inner circle. A rival gang offered me money to rat on them and I told my manager so, they had no excuse but to tell me what was going on. The members have been conducting business around me now so, it’s a sign of good things to come.” The line is silent again but, you’re not in fear of the response. They wanted progress, they got it.

“And what about the target?” You sigh.

“I can’t get him alone. None of the members will leave him alone, he’s always surrounded.” It was true be it Hongjoong, or Wooyoung, San was always with someone. If San was around, you could easily find Wooyoung somewhere nearby.

Besides the only times you’d been within killing distance of San was during the meetings, where you would serve drinks. You served drinks ,and they talked.

“What’s your next plan of action?” You sigh again.

“The only thing I haven’t tried: overt flirting.”

“Okay but be careful.” The line went dead again.

You had to put your plan into action.

The only time you got to see San on his own was during select night when he would randomly enter the bar. He’d spend the whole by your bar, just taking in the scenery and occasionally talking to the patrons but, rarely did he speak to you.

To top it all off, Wooyoung or Mingi were always in earshot of you.

How am I going to pull this off?

Your mission’s completion was so close you could taste it. All you had to do now was make San want to get you alone and you’d have him but, you had to tread lightly. It was around this point in the mission that a lot of operatives had lost their lives – they got cocky or crumbled under the pressure of the corporation’s demands.

You wouldn’t end up like that.

Your chance came 2 months later.

“She was cute.” It was a Friday night, but it was at the start of service, so the bar was still quiet. A few of the bar’s members had already arrived; tired and weary from their work weeks (or from the debts they owed to San).

Like the city mayor. He was in the bar and had been downing straight vodka for the last half hour but, you knew why.

He’d just walked out of a meeting with San and Hongjoong. Hongjoong had a wild grin on his face and San was fuming. The mayor’s re-election had been an odd one. Odd because nobody expected him to win so, when he clinched it, eyebrows were raised but, no one said anything.

San had bought him the election and now he owed San.

You almost felt bad for him but, he deserved it and now wasn’t the time anyway – San was finally alone.

Well, he was, a pretty girl in a blue, velvet dress swayed up to him, taking the bar stool next to him. He made eye-contact with you and you quickly busied yourself; shining glasses. He paid her no mind.

He didn’t even respond to her flirtations. She eventually huffed and walked off.

“Yeah, she was. See that guy over there? That’s Son Hyun-woo. You don’t need to know about who he is but, that girl, is a gift from him. He’s trying to keep me sweet Y/N. I’m not interested. I’m not an easy man to buy.” His stare is intense, and you find yourself struggling to look away.

He breaks out into a slow smile.

“What time are you working tomorrow Y/N?” You don’t really know where he’s going with this.

“I’m in at 7 – same time as always.” You shrug, keeping your tone light and San looks around thoughtfully.

“You’re a good bartender but, I want you to learn some of the more unique drinks. Come in at 5. Don’t worry it’ll be paid. I’m giving you a one on one cocktail class.” He flashes his dimples at you, and you agree.

Time to put your plan in action.

You head into the bar at 5 to find San already there.

“Y/N! You ready for your masterclass?” He clasps his hands together and rolls up his sleeves, you sit across from him – curious about the array of glasses and alcohols.

One thing was clear – San didn’t respond well to obvious flirtations so; your plan would need tweaking. Maybe you could charm him with your intelligence?

“Get behind here Y/N. You can’t make drinks from that side.”

“Alright. I’m here.” He smiles at you again.

“The first one we’re going to make is a clover club. This one predates the prohibition era in America. It was popular in Philadelphia; where it was created. It’s a classy, aromatic drink; reportedly drunk by literary experts and high-class men. That’s why it’s served in a cocktail or martini glass – so you can take in the aroma before you sip it.” You watch him expertly mix the drink.

“ ½ oz Gin, ¾ oz lemon juice, ¼ oz raspberry syrup or grenadine and one egg white. We make it thick by shaking the ingredients up in a shaker with ice but, serve it dry. Rim the glass with sugar and some frozen raspberries. Go on try it.” He nods encouragingly and you take a sip, he pours himself a glass as well and you look at him curiously.

“What? Shouldn’t I be able to savour the fruits of my labour?” You roll your eyes and he winks at you.

He’s right – you smell the gin and the raspberry syrup. It’s sweet and tart and surprisingly its thickness doesn’t take away from its enjoyability.

He takes you through other cocktails, making you try each one: La Paloma, the Penicillin, The Martinez, the Corpse reviver – you try them all and eventually you’re a little tipsy. He seems completely unaffected by the alcohol.

Bad move.

San looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I made this one myself. Have you ever heard of Bokbunja?” You shake your head, no, and try to steady yourself; giggling when San stands close to you from behind, whispering in your ear.

“It’s a wine that we make from Korean Blackberries. It’s made in the same way as wine but, it has a higher alcohol content. Its acidity makes it perfect for seafood.” You sigh when he wraps his arms around your waist, his breath fans across your ear and jaw. It smells like the last cocktail.

“It’s also perfect with fresh mint, I like to add it with sour mix and elderflower as well. You know why it’s so popular in Korea? Apparently, it’s an aphrodisiac. I don’t know about that but, I know it makes you quite hot under the collar. If you plan on getting fucked later in the night – Bokbunja is the way to go. Now that I think about it, maybe it is an aphrodisiac. Try it and tell me.” San’s lips ghost across the shell of your ear and he pulls away to guide your hands.

You haven’t even sipped it yet and you’re already hot under the collar.

“Take a sip. Do you like that Y/N? Does it make you feel hot?” You moan quietly.

You finally come to your senses when you feel his lips on your neck.

This wasn’t part of the plan – you were supposed to seduce him not the other way around.

“San, I don’t think this is a good idea but, thank you for the lesson.” You pull away from him and he only laughs. You put your hands on his chest. His grey, silk shirt feels good under your palms.

He obviously has expensive taste.

“Maybe you’re right but, you can’t say you don’t want it, want me.” He’s right and suddenly, you don’t think you can carry out the rest of your mission. If you keep feeling this way, you might end up compromised.

You almost fell under his spell and if you didn’t get a grip soon, you’d fail your mission.

Failure wasn’t an option.

But San didn’t make it easy.

Somehow, he’d only gotten worse. Before, you couldn’t get him alone but now? You couldn’t keep him away. Every time you came to work San was there.

He was sweet, he was kind, he was flirtatious.

And those damn dimples.

“Status report, Y/N.” God, where do I begin?

“In the last month, things have advanced a lot. San, I mean the target and I have spent more time together.” There is a pleased sound on the other line.

“This is good. You should complete your mission soon then I assume?” You cringe.

“There is a slight problem – the target has been pushing his sexual advances heavily. I fear I won’t be able to complete my mission without giving in to them.” There’s a huff on the line and you sigh.

“Do you know what ‘by any means necessary’ means, Y/N? We gave you a mission to complete. If that means giving into the target, then do it. Don’t be shy now – these things are often necessary and expected of our field operatives. Make yourself pretty, visit a spa if you must. But, your mission must be completed within the next 2 days or we’re pulling the plug on it and you.”

“2 days?! How am I supposed to do this in 2 days?” You’re beside yourself in anger and bewilderment.

“By any means necessary, Y/N.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“We don’t make threats, it’s a warning. Y/N if he wants you then it should be easy to strike him off. We expect you to deliver in 2 days – we will be in touch.” The line goes dead as your heart drops to your feet.

You have no choice, but to do as told.

As usual, your shift doesn’t start until 7 so, you spend your day at the spa.

You get everything, from a full body wax to a shiatzu, to a manicure – all on the corporation’s dime but, none of the treatments are enough to ease your nerves.

You’d expect that after a day of hot stone massages and saunas, you’d expect all your kinks and sore muscles to be worked out but, instead you feel like a taut rubber band; ready to snap.

It’s now or never.

You wear a new set of lingerie under your uniform for later that night. It’s lacy and rubs against your skin airily and a little rough; the colour complements your skin perfectly. It should make you feel sexy but, you feel filthy instead.

You feel like a whore.

Your hands shake as you place the gun under your clothes and it’s never felt heavier. When you get to work you put it in your bag and in your locker instead, the feeling of the metal on your body making you sick.

As if the universe wants to play a sick joke on you, all the members are unexpectedly at the bar. They’re finishing up on their meeting as you step in and they all greet you once you step behind the bar.

“How are you Y/N? You’re looking a little green.” Jongho studies you but, drops it quickly when you tell him that you’re just not feeling well.

As a matter of fact – all the members were studying you, aware that you weren’t your usual self but, San told them all to step off.

“You’re so used to people acting suspicious that you’ll give this poor girl the 3rd degree? She’s just a little unwell, right Y/N? I think something’s going around, the other bartender called in sick today.” You can only nod, scared that your voice will betray you.

“You know what’s good for that gin and tonic. Here drink up.” He makes you a single with ice and you down it quickly, trying to cover how much your hands shake.

Can you really kill Choi San?

The answer is no, no you can’t.

Your shift goes by uneventfully and you leave work, disappointed.

The ball of tension in your stomach has grown tighter and you’re thankful for your day off but, it’s also your deadline day.

You only had one day to finish your job and you’d failed – you were screwed.

Yeosang calls you in the morning.

“Y/N? This is Yeosang, San would like to see you at his home this morning, it’s to discuss your job. A car will be by your home in 20 minutes.” You nearly collapsed; San wanted you to visit him?

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be ready.” You said your goodbyes and Yeosang hung up.

Were you getting fired?

You didn’t have time to ruminate on it – you quickly got ready for this impromptu meeting placing a small blade in your shoe.

It wasn’t what you would have planned but, you had to improvise.

The car journey was deathly silent. Wooyoung picked you up and after a short hello, he didn’t say anything else.

He knows. He has to know.

Wooyoung kept stealing glances at you in his rear-view mirror but, wouldn’t say anything, his expression was blank. There must have been a reason why he’d been the one to pick you up, given how close he was to San.

“We’re here Y/N. Just head up to the front door, the butler’s waiting for you.” Wooyoung turns to you and holds your stare for longer than expected. It makes you squirm under his gaze, while he searches your eyes. Your body’s tense with anxiety.

After a moment of you sitting frozen, he laughs shortly.

“They’re waiting for you inside Y/N.” You get out quickly, taking your bag with you.

You’d decided to pack a gun in the end as well, hopeful that you’d be able to end it all quickly, it felt heavy in your bag.

There was a lot more to Choi San than you’d read in his case file. Behind all the bloodshed and cruelty of his world, was a charming man that just wanted to live a normal life.

Could you really blame him for how he ended up, given that this was the only life he’d ever known?

You shake your head at the thought. A criminal was a criminal, regardless of how they got there.

You had a mission to complete, you steeled yourself as you walked up to the front door. Wooyoung drove away once you were at the top of the stairs.

San’s home was completely different to the bar. Where the Noir Lounge was cool and chic with its black interior and classy upholstery, San’s house was light and airy: it felt like a home. Even from the outside, the large, gated state-home looked inviting.

With its lush gardens and gravel driveway, even the wall surrounding the home was unintimidating. You could imagine San entertaining friends and gusts in his home or relaxing in his front room. You could almost imagine yourself right there beside him.

As you walked to the front door, it opened.

They really are waiting for me.

“Miss Y/N, Mr Choi is waiting for you in the dining room. I will bring you to him now. My name is Jiwon, I’m the personal butler for this home and I hope you’ll be enjoying your stay with us.” He guides you through the door, walking you across the marble floor after asking you to remove your shoes and giving you a pair of house slippers.

Jiwon is efficient and he moves fast. As soon as your slippers are on, he guides you to the dining room giving you little time to get look at the house (or recover your knife) but, what you took in was gorgeous. The doorway led to a large staircase on your right but, Jiwon led you down back, and as promised into the dining room.

It was beautiful.

You breathe deeply to ease your panic. It doesn’t work.

The dining room was an extension of the kitchen but made completely of glass, the sun rays shone into it and you could see another lush garden outside. In the centre stood a large mahogany dining table big enough to sit at least 20 people. But for now, it only sat one.

San.

“Mr Choi, your guest is here.” He turned to look at you, a dazzling smile on his lips, his eyes practically disappearing. Your heart sped up just looking at him.

He was dressed casually today, in joggers and a t shirt but, that didn’t take away from how beautiful he was.

“Thank you Jiwon. Y/N. Come have a seat by me. Let’s talk.” He pats the seat next to him and you take it, a shaky breath leaving your body. You were going to be alone with him.

Silently, you hoped that Jiwon wouldn’t leave.

“I will be by shortly, with today’s brunch, we have a selection of light foods, such as smoked salmon and cream-cheese bruschetta and some Scandinavian pastries for you to try miss Y/N as well some palette cleansers.” Jiwon smiles at you directly and you return it. In the little time you’ve seen him, you liked him.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“The chef is incredible Y/N, you won’t be disappointed. Thank you Jiwon, I’m giving you the rest of the day off so please, go and enjoy yourself.” You panic a little.

You’re definitely going to be alone with Choi San. Your training kicks into overdrive as you try to casually look for all possible escape routes in case things went south.

It was now or never – you’d never have another opportunity to finish your mission.

“Now Y/N. I’m really sorry to call you here on your day off but, don’t worry, you’ll be paid. I wanted to discuss how things are going with your work. I’ve got a proposition for you.”

A proposition? Your ears perked up. What kind of proposition could he have for you and what did it have to do with the job you already had? Whatever it was, you were sure that it wouldn’t bode well for you. You’d have to put your mission on hold even further, much to your own chagrin and worse - you’d have to report it back to your superiors. Would they give you the benefit of the doubt? You could only hope that you’d be able to convince them that this new job would be a good opportunity to not only take Ateez down but, to take down their associates as well. As long as you spun this roadblock into an opportunity, you’d be able to come out of this on the other side but, whether or not it was unscathed was left to be seen. Up to this point, you hadn’t actually gotten involved in the seedy underbelly of the ateez syndicate - after all you were just a bartender and aside from San’s constant flirtations and being privy to some of the more intimate details of their work, you hadn’t really been involved in dealings. Hell, the members aside from Seonghwa and occasionally Hongjoong hadn’t had more than light conversation with you. This would be a perfect opportunity.

Your musings were quickly interrupted when Jiwon came back in, followed by the rest of the staff. There were 2 other staff members, one of whom you assumed was the chef: given his uniform. “Brunch is served. We have a selection of charcuterie and sandwiches as well as the palette cleansers, as promised. I recommend the gooseberries over the hazelnut coffee for this particular selection but, I’ve put both here as I know how you enjoy your caffeine, San. Please also enjoy, the selection of cakes.” The chef bows to signal his end and San dismisses the staff with a quick smile.

“ I’m sure that Jiwon’s told you, you have the weekend off. I’ll clear the table myself. Don’t worry. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. I’ll see you all Monday morning. ”

Now you’re really scared.

The whole weekend? This must have been big. You watch them file out of the room, a sense of heavy dread filling you as they go. “Now that I have you all to myself; let’s talk business.” He rubs his hands together, smirking at you.

“As you know, you’ve been working with me for a little while and I’m impressed with your work. But, I’m also quite fond of you Y/N; which makes me privy to a little bias, don’t you think?” He smiles a little and pours himself a cup of coffee. You watch the liquid fill the glass mug, too scared to meet his eyes. The liquid swirls disturbed by the movement and you watch as it settles.

San blows on the mug and takes a tentative sip. “I, uh guess.” you say dumbly. San Laughs. “That was rhetorical Y/N. Please eat something. I want you relaxed. You’re as stiff as a board.” You try to laugh it off when he reaches out to touch your shoulder, but the sound is weak and pathetic.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to brunch dates.” You could kill yourself. You cringe as soon as the words leave your mouth. Dear Lord, please let the ground open up and swallow me whole! Date?! Why did you say that Y/N?

“Is this a date Y/N?” He’s back to teasing you again, his tone mischievous and you know there’s no way he’s going to back down now.

You swallow your pride. “I uh, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” You cringe and turn your attention to the Danish pastries, trying to distract yourself. “Because I would like that very much. Actually, you beat me to the punch. That’s what I wanted to talk about.” You look at him in shock. You lean forward curiously and San places a bottle of bokbunja on the table in between you.

You glance between it and him, a little perplexed.

“You remember what happened when you and I had this drink don’t you? And since then, we’ve been dancing around each other, playing a very dangerous game. I don’t like games Y/N, I like honesty. And honestly, I want you and I’m no psychic but, I know you want me too.” He leans into you and rests his hand under your chin: his thumb resting on your lips.

You don’t pull away, instead your lips part instinctively. Your eyes are still downcast, looking at the pastry in your hands. “Look at me, when I’m talking to you Y/N. Let me see those beautiful eyes. You can’t hide from me anymore.” You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are intense. They’re ablaze with passion and fondness.

He pulls away from you and your breath stutters. He was right. You wanted him but, a mission was a mission. It needed to be fulfilled.

Yet, somehow, you’re starting to think that it’s not all that important anymore.

“Now, as much as I want you, I also know how dangerous it is to mix business and pleasure. So, I have a decision for you to make. Would you like to be mine?” You gasp.

He remains unfazed and carries on. Your eyes bug out.

“If you say no that’s okay. We’ll carry on as normal and you won’t have to bother about any awkwardness between us, I’m a professional man after all. But, if you say yes, you’ll have to quit. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you at work once I’ve had a taste of you and I won’t want to. I also won’t be able to hold my tongue if one of those disgusting men flirt with you, I can barely restrain myself as it is. If only you knew how vile they were. But I promise I’ll help you find work somewhere else if you’d like. I also promise to cherish you for everything you’re worth, I’ll take such good care of you.” Your heart swells at his words. The look of seriousness in his eyes has you breathless.

“San can I, can I think about this?” Your eyes gaze at him, pleading for him to understand how hard that decision was to make.

Even harder, given that you’re supposed assassinate him, right Y/N? This wasn’t fair. Life just wasn’t fair.

Why couldn’t he be like every other high-stakes criminal? A pig who wanted nothing more than to fatten themselves up off the back of everyone else’s work. Why couldn’t he be 2 dimensional? Black and white? Just pure evil? Why was Choi San so god damned loveable?

His casefile spoke of a deeply troubled and highly dangerous man who had no issue with disposing of anyone. People were pawns to be used and boy was he good at using them. But the man before you was nothing like that. He was fiercely loyal and passionate. Driven, hardworking, and kind.

San was everything you’d ever wanted in a man and then some and it was your job to kill him. You’d been compromised. There was no way that you’d be able to do harm to him now but, there was also no way that you could go into corporate HQ empty handed.

Your mission statement had been clear: failure meant being burned. Which meant definite death for you. If you could stall San, it would give you the chance to run. You’d disappear into the wind probably somewhere where they couldn’t find you. You’d leave him a warning and disappear for good.

Yeah, you could do that… Except- San’s eyes darkened. His face set in determination “No. No Y/N , you don’t get time to think about it. This is a onetime offer. I’m not going to let you keep running from this." He held your wrists in his hands shaking them lightly; prompting you to look directly into his eyes.

"I’m putting everything that I am out there, I’m offering you my heart Y/N. I don’t think I can sit around and wait while you decide whether or not I’m worth it.” This was new. San looked so vulnerable as he held your hands in his.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no. Screw your mission - somehow, you’d make it work.

Eventually, you’d have to tell him that you were a plant but, that could wait.

“Okay San, I quit. I’m all yours.” Your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. But he hears you. San pulls you forward, wrapping his arms around you and trapping you with a kiss. You taste the hint of coffee left in his lips and the sugar from your pastry: sweet and bitter, just like the situation you were in now.

Your lips move against each other slowly, San takes his time with you, running his hands over your body; caressing every inch that his hands touch.

When San pulls back, he looks like a dream. His dimpled smile stretches across his face, eyes almost disappearing, his hair tousled from you running your hands through it. His lips are spit-slicked and swollen and the prettiest shade of cherry red.

You feel like a teenager experiencing their first kiss all over again, except this time it’s not disappointing. You’re giddy and you can feel your face heating up.

“I’m really happy that you’re here with me Y/N. We should celebrate. How about a drink?” He holds up the bottle of Bokbunja and shakes it.

“Yeah, let’s celebrate.” You sigh, the gravity of your decision finally settling in on you. There was no way you were going to be able to get through this. If you ran now, the corporation would find you and if they didn’t you were certain that San would.

“Let me get us some wine glasses.” He pats your thigh and gets up, taking the bottle of wine with him. Being alone with your thoughts for that short time was driving you crazy.

How were you going to get out of the situation you’d put yourself in? You’d been trained for almost every possible situation but, there was no training for what to do when you fell for your target.

You’re pulled out of your stupor when San returns with the 2 glasses of wine, placing 1 in front of you.

You try to smile convincingly but, it felt more like a grimace but, you still try to play your role. “What should we toast to?”

San thinks for a moment.

“We should toast to something cheesy like, ‘new beginnings’ or to ‘us’.” He laughs at how cheesy it sounds and your heart swells at his sudden shyness

“Okay, to us it is. To us.” You both raise your glasses together, clinking them and then you drink.

You chug the wine, hoping that a little liquid courage would help you relax.

“Woah slow down there Y/N.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, it’s a really nice wine.” You smile sheepishly and rapidly blink – your vision going a little hazy. You try to hide how nervous you are as you pour another glass for yourself.

San pulls his chair back from the table and sits across from you. You try to reach out for him, but your arm feels heavy.

San just watches you, his expression distant.

“I’m glad you liked the wine, I added something a little different to yours though. Can you feel it Y/N? Seonghwa said you would, he said it was fast acting. It really looks like it’s working. I’ll have to thank him.” You look at him quizzically and try to shake off the brain fog, but you can’t. Your mind is hazier than ever.

You didn’t drink that much, what did Seonghwa have to do with the wine?

It clicks in your mind and you watch as San’s sombre expression. Your mind runs back to your fact files. Seonghwa was a chemicals expert. He played around with poisons.

You try to convey your alarm, but your head and eyes are too heavy.

“whaid you doo tme?” Inside your head, you’re panicking but, outside you can’t move, you’re slowly losing consciousness.

“I didn’t do anything to you Y/N. You did this to yourself.” You try to fight back as San picks you up bridal style but, your body isn’t working with you. Mounting panic gives way to artificial indifference and your vision narrows down to a pinhead. Everything goes black.

You came to, slowly. The first thing you noticed was that you were sprawled out on your back and that your arms were aching. Trying to stretch them out, you realise with a start that they’re bound to bed posts. Your body slips on black satin sheets as you try to sit up. “Keep calm Y/N, keep calm.” The panic is setting in, freezing your body and you know if you let it take you over that logic will leave.

“Yeah Y/N, stay calm. I’m sure this will all blow over.” In taking stock of your current, bound state, you didn’t even realise that San was watching you. He regards you silently but, coldly. His eyes holding none of the previous love and softness.

You’ve been had. You realised it too late. And now you’re going to die. But you don’t want to die.

Your breath comes in short puffs, quickly increasing and your head is beginning to spin. The feeling of pins and needles travels across your fingertips. Tears start to prick at your eyes.

San quickly gets up from his seat in the middle of the room and sits next to you on the bed. “Calm down Y/N, I need you to breathe slowly. Especially because I need you to be coherent for what I’m going to say." You try to do as your told and flinch when San reaches towards your face and wipes away your tears.

"I don’t like games Y/N but, that doesn’t mean that I’m not good at playing them. I always win. You’ve been playing a slow game with me and I’m really not happy about it.” He leans in close and you try to back away from him, but the sheets aren’t on your side, you’re still groggy.

“I know who you work for. I’ve always known.” Your heart rate picks up at that. You’d had a feeling that he would’ve found out but, not that he had always known.

“Now, before you go getting yourself into a panic. I’m not going to kill you. No, you could be of some use to me. I’m going to ask you some questions honey and if I think you’re lying, I might have to send you to Hongjoong and we both know what will happen if I do. But, if you’re good and you tell me the truth, I might just let you off the hook.” San’s hand grips your inner thigh and then he pulls back; getting up from beside you and pulling his chair to the end of the bed.

You can only watch him, your mind running through all the possible ways you could get away from him. Your mind comes up short.

“The corporation put another hit out on me, yeah? It doesn’t surprise me but, what does is why they would send a lower level spy so, why you? And remember princess honesty is the only thing that will keep you safe.” He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms and looks at you expectantly.

“They couldn’t figure out why every assassin they sent was getting killed so they figured you must have insider info on who they were sending. Lower level means less clearance so they sent me in because it would be hush hush. Less people to get permission from, meant less people involved, lower chance of failure.” He nods and furrows his brows.

“So, was the aim to still kill me?” “Yes.” You’re surprised to see the flash of hurt pass by his features but, it surprises you even more that it affected you so much.

Killing someone was one thing, telling them was another.

“When.” He watches you carefully, daring you to lie to him. “My deadline was today.” He sighs, nodding.

“What stopped you?" You can’t answer him. Because I fell in love, was such a cliché response and it would’ve sounded 2 dimensional given the situation you were in now.

San was clearly hurt so most likely wouldn’t believe anything that sappy but, it was true.

Even after being mildly poisoned and tied up your feelings didn’t waiver and even before this, you’d been planning on how to leave him unscathed.

"You’re taking too long Y/N, don’t li-” “I fell in love with you.” You blurt it out before you can second guess it. He looks at with a blank expression, his lips pressed tightly together.

He doesn’t believe you.

“You wanted honesty so here it is. I started doubting my ability to carry out the mission as soon as you guys started letting me into your inner circle. I didn’t get that close to your business, but I got close to you guys; I have so much in common with Yunho and Jongho showed me all his tech stuff and I had lunch with Hongjoong and his mum. His mother, San. The closer I got to all of you the more I didn’t want to carry this out. I was meant to do it yesterday but, I just couldn’t. I can’t hurt you. ” A fresh wave of tears flow from your eyes.

San gets up, wordlessly and walks away, shocking you. It’s over.

“Don’t look so panicked.” He sits by you, tissues in in hand and wipes your tears. “I’m not going anywhere but, I don’t think you want tears drying on your face.” He’s smiles at you tenderly.

“Untie me San.” The smile drops off his face.

“Why would I do that? Thank you for your honesty but, that doesn’t let you off the hook just yet. Do you have any idea who, exactly, you’re working for Y/N? Because I do. Your boss has been living on my dime for years, he was even on my father’s books.”

“For what exactly?” You’re shocked but, not exactly sure what this has to do with you.

“Let’s just say that your boss has a few extra-curricular activities that would put a damper on his career goals. He wants to run for government one day and there’s no way he can do it if the info I have on him gets out.” The cogs are turning in your head, hearing what he’s saying.

“You’re telling me, that Kim Jinyoung, the same Kim Jinyoung who’s been strait-laced his whole career, who’s been responsible for removing some of the worst careered criminals off the streets, who has a doting wife and 4 kids; is in the back pocket of your gang? That’s not possible San and I’m not playing your game. Just hurry up and kill me.” Oof, you don’t know where that came from, probably the frustration of being tied up and realising that you’ve been had the entire time.

But think about it, Y/N, if San can be good despite what his casefile says then, Jinyoung has every possibility of being vile.

San gets up and reaches for a manila file in the bedside table.

“I thought you’d say that. I normally have these files stored away but, I bought this one just for you. Let me show you what he’s been up to. Here’s one of him doing cocaine. Here’s one of him drinking with Taeyong at one of Taeyong’s parties; I’m sure you know who Taeyong is. And, this one’s my favourite: him being spanked by a girl at Mingi’s strip club. So, tell me again that I’m lying.” You’re left speechless, unsure of what to say and having no clue where to even begin.

San pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs again. You only look at him in bewilderment.

“Look, I’m not going to kill you Y/N. If I’d planned on doing it, I would have killed you already.” He pulls the key from his trousers and undoes the cuffs around your wrists. You rub them gingerly and flex your fingers – trying to get the feeling back into them.

He unties your feet as well and sits back in his chair.

“I’m also not letting you leave. I’ve had a mole in the corporation for a while, I’ve known this was coming. But I wasn’t expecting to get feelings for you. The plan was to play with you and Jinyoung, make him think he’d finally gotten the one-up on me and once he’d gotten comfortable or you thought you were close enough, I was going to send you to him in pieces.” Your body runs cold and you start to shake.

San had planned on mutilating you?

“Well what stopped you?” You want to look defiant; you want to appear strong but, the question comes out in pathetic whisper.

“You were only doing your job. As were all of the assassins. They were given choices. Stay or die. 4 stayed and they work for Ateez now and 1 was disposed of. You’re the only one I’ve fallen for and trust me when I say that I love you. My proposition still stands Y/N, although in a different way. I want you by my side but, obviously that means quitting your job – your real job. If not, I’ll let you go; I can’t hurt you and I won’t let anyone else, not even your boss.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb lovingly.

You lean forward, closing the distance and kiss him slowly.

When you pull back, his cheeks are dusted with pink but, he still looks unsure.

“Choi San, I quit.”

#ateez imagines #ateez #choi san #choi san imagines #choi san scenarios #ateez san imagines #ateez mafia au #kpop mafia au #ateez scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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fixxofvixx · 4 years

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BLOODRIGHT - VAMPIRE JAEHWAN AU - CHAPTER 7

Yay! I actually finished a chapter lol. I inadvertently went down the manga/manhwa rabbit hole and just now dug myself out haha. I regret nothing~ But I have some cutie/fierce vampire jaehwan for you!

I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

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"Have you really killed people before?" You asked him quietly, not confident of the outcome. He looked at you, conflicted emotions written on his face. After a while, he answered softly.

"Yes."

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Your heart thumped hard in your chest. You knew the answer already but to hear him directly admit to you that he'd killed before somehow felt different.

"Y/N," you looked up at him to see a guilty look on his face, "I need you to understand that I don't just roam the streets killing people."

Gathering your courage, you asked another question.

"May I ask what happened?"

"Would you think less of me if I tell you that I'm afraid to say?"

"Afraid? You?" You never thought that fear was any part of Jaehwan's vocabulary.

"You've begun to lose that look of fear when you're around me. It's not completely gone but it's slowly disappearing. But I'm afraid that if I explain, we'll end up back at the beginning."

"I think a part of me knew already. I mean, you've lived for several decades. I would be a fool not to think that something like that happened. But I.....I would l-like to know more. If t-that's okay?"

"I told you before I'm an open book for you. But, you're right, I have lived for a long time. When I was barely 100, there was a war between two royal families. Another family sought to take over our territories and people. I fought along the soldiers we employed. We even had some humans who were allied with us fighting as well. And, of course, the other family had vampires and humans. I will spare you the details of the specifics of war but I admit I have the blood of others on my hands. I'm ashamed to say that I don't even know how many."

You had kept your eyes on his face as he explained and you could see the regret and sorrow there. Without thinking you placed your hand on top of his head, gently running your fingers over his hair. Jaehwan smiled slightly and then you realized what you'd done. You gasped and removed your hand, ready to profusely apologize.

Before you could, though, Jaehwan took your wrist and guided your hand back to his head.

"Don't stop on my account."

"B-But....."

"I like it." You blushed at his words but continued what you were doing. He closed his eyes with a look of contentment. It was easier with his eyes closed now.

"Did I scare you......down there?"

"With Mr. Timms?"

"Mmhmm..." For a vampire who didn't sleep, he sounded awfully sleepy.

"Not really. I was thankful more than anything."

"That's good." You removed your hand from his head and a look of sorrow flashed over his face for a split second.

"What room is this?"

"My room." He stood and stepped back so you could see the entirety of the room.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I.....I have no idea." He smiled and laughed slightly. You couldn't help but think that he had a nice smile. It seemed to be contagious since you ended up smiling in return. It felt strange to smile so easily.

"Your smile is pretty. You should do that more often." A heavy blush darkened your cheeks and you lowered your head in embarrassment. "But it angers me that it's tarnished by this bruise."

His fingers lightly grazed over the still-throbbing bruise on your cheek. It hadn't been the first time you'd received a blow from that detestable cane but you hoped it would be the last.

"It will fade."

"Yes, well, I would still like to apologize for not being there sooner."

"But.....you still came." You gave him a tiny smile and he nodded, accepting your final word on his apology.

ONE WEEK LATER

"A party?"

You were in the kitchen with Penny. One of the kitchen staff had offered to teach you how to make some desserts when she came to find you.

"Well, not technically a party.....it's more of a gathering of elder vampires. They typically get together every few years to see who can brag more about their so-called accomplishments."

"Oh, will they be staying here?"

"Most of them will. They might stay two or three days, especially the ones that travel a longer distance. The location is different each time they meet and now it's Jaehwan's turn. He tried to refuse but they insisted."

"Why did he want to refuse?"

"Jaehwan is very......protective of his people. He doesn't like people on his turf, in his castle. He doesn't trust a lot of them. And....if I were to guess correctly...he wants to protect you."

"Me? Why?"

"The vampires who attend these sort of things are....shall we say...snobbish bastards with no sense of decency."

"Penny!" You'd never heard Penny use that type of language before and you didn't know how to react other than shock.

"Well, it's true! Those old goats think they're royalty and have to answer to no one. They like to throw their weight around and pretend that they are above everyone else. Jaehwan doesn't pander to their games. They try to push him but they know they can't match the strength of a royal vampire."

"Are they.....mean to him?"

"That would be the understatement of the century. Ever since Jaehwan was born, they have tried to bully him around. But, as you well know, Jaehwan isn't a fool. And they hate him for it."

You mind raced with the thoughts of a young Jaehwan being bullied by the older vampires. The thought sent a pang of hurt through your heart, not to mention anger. Penny must have noticed and patted your shoulder gently.

"Don't let it concern you, dear. Jaehwan is very tough and stubborn. He wouldn't want you to be sad for him."

You smiled and nodded. You were grateful for Penny. In the few days that you had been here, Penny felt more like a mother than the one you grew up with.

"Enough of that! You need to finish your desserts! I expect one when your done!"

"You can eat them?"

"Of course, sweetie! We don't need food but we still enjoy it." Penny winked at you and then bustled off into one of the other rooms. You looked back at your desserts and smiled.

A few hours later, you held a tray containing various desserts that you were fairly confident of. You carefully trudged up the steps towards Jaehwan's room. One of the staff members said he was there.

Although it was about midnight, you knew he was awake. He was always awake. Ever since Penny mentioned that vampires could still eat food, you wanted to gift Jaehwan with the desserts you were making. You made sure to save Penny some, though.

Walking down the hall, you heard odd sounds coming from Jaehwan's room. But it didn't sound like Jaehwan. It almost sounded like someone was in pain. Approaching his room slowly, you saw that his door was partially open. Peeking around the door you found a frightening scene.

Jaehwan was facing you but another person was standing in front of him. A woman, with long black hair and elegant dress. Her head was thrown back in pain. Her eyes were shut and she looked as if she was holding back the screams that should be coming from her. Jaehwan had one arm around her waist and another around her wrist. His fangs were embedded in her arm. He was feeding. The realization of what he was doing sent chills throughout your body. You dropped the tray and ran. You heard Jaehwan call your name but it only caused you to run faster. You headed up the stairs towards your room and spotted Penny.

"What is it, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Not in any state to carry on a conversation, you bolted past her. Sprinting up the steps, you made it to your room and locked the door. You slid down to the floor, your legs unable to withstand your weight. You brought your knees up to your chest and cried. You screamed when you heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N?" Your heart seized when you heard Jaehwan's voice. "Y/N, can you let me in? Please?"

You couldn't speak. Your throat contained nothing but sobs. He knocked once more but then it was silent.

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Jaehwan placed his head on the wall beside your door. He could hear you crying. It tore his heart in two. He knew he shouldn't have asked for a blood donation but he hadn't fed in two weeks and he needed something. He heard movement beside him and looked up to see Penny. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked pissed. She crooked her finger in a gesture to follow him and he obeyed. Maybe Penny would have an idea of what to do....if she let him live, that is.

Once they reached the end of the hall, Penny turned and leveled him with a glare.

"What did you do?"

"I....I asked for a blood donation. She.....she saw..."

"Dammit, Jaehwan! Have you completely lost all sense of reason?! She was doing so good! She was smiling so much! What were you thinking?! Why ask for a blood donation? She signed the contract, didn't she?"

"Penny....I...can't....she's so....fragile. What if it hurts her too much and she doesn't want to be my donor anymore? Or what if she starts to hate me?"

"Well, you've already succeeded in scaring her. You should have just asked her first. You need to talk to her."

"She isn't going to open the door."

"Then you'll kneel in front of her door until she does!!" Penny huffed and walked down the hall. She was right, of course. He should have asked you.

Sighing, he walked slowly back to your room. He silently prayed that you would open the door. He could easily break the lock but that would make matters worse. When he reached your room he listened but couldn't hear you crying anymore. He only heard the occasional sniffle. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked. He heard your startled gasp and he internally kicked himself again.

"Y/N, could you please open the door? I would like to talk to you. I promise I won't come in." He heard you shuffle and hope soared that you might open the door. The door handle jiggled and the door opened but only a sliver. He saw you on the floor, head down, huddled in the corner next to the door jam. He moved slowly and lowered himself to the floor. He sat next to the door but didn't try to open it. He would let you do that.

"Y/N, please don't cry."

••••••••

You looked at Jaehwan, sitting on the floor, very unlike a typical image of a prince. He wore a look of guilt and you were confused. He wasn't mad at you for interrupting?

"I'm......sorry....f-for interrupting...."

"No, y/n, it's me who should be sorry. I have no excuses. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, she's one of the members of a blood donation group for vampires."

"Blood donation group? B-But.....I thought...." Did he not want yours? Maybe it didn't suit his tastes?

"I know. You are my donor. I should have come to you but I hadn't fed in almost two weeks and I didn't want to burden you since you had just arrived."

"But I signed the contract."

"I know and I am eternally grateful, I just....."

"Is...does my blood....not suit you? I heard vampires can smell blood. Maybe mine doesn't smell good?"

"Oh, you have that completely wrong. Well, partially. Vampires can smell blood but, believe me, yours smells like the most exquisite banquet you can imagine. I just wanted you to be comfortable here first. I don't want to speak ill of them, but the blood donation group members can't compare to yours."

"Oh....um, she....looked like she was in pain."

"Ah...well, that is part of it. I can't control that."

"Does it hurt a lot?" A sudden new fear grasped your heart. You had obviously considered that someone biting into your skin wouldn't feel good.

"It wouldn't for you. Maybe like a needle prick at first and then I can control what you feel."

"Control what I feel?"

"Yes, whether it be happiness, sadness, or anger. I can control what emotion you feel." You nodded at his explanation. Your heart easing a little at his calm manner.

"Thank you for explaining." You wiped the last traces of your tears from your face and took a deep breath.

"Do you want to try?"

#vixx #jaehwan #vixx fic #vixx au #jaehwan au #vampire jaehwan #vampire ken #vampire vixx #ken au

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three-houses-text-files · 5 years

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edelgard/lysithea

c-a support + paired ending

*warning: contains character/story spoilers

Lysithea: … Edelgard: Lysithea? Are you all right? You don't look well... L: Huh? Oh! No, no—I'm fine! Really. Just not accustomed to so much manual labor. E: You were cleaning the library...all by yourself? L: Yes. The other student who was assigned to tidy up with me wasn't feeling well, so it's just me. L: I figured I could at least dust the bookshelves or something, but I...uh...I got a little carried away. E: So many books... You probably tired yourself out just moving them from the shelves. L: As much as I love books, I can't say I love carrying stacks of them to and fro. They're so heavy. E: Well… Maybe you should think things through a little more next time. L: Surely you can tell how much physical strength a job is going to require before you begin. E: I can do without the condescension, thanks. L: After all, I'm the only one who has to deal with the fact that I've worn myself out. E: I only said that you should take care of yourself. Especially considering— L: Considering what? E: Nothing. Never mind. E: How about you return to your quarters? I'll finish cleaning up in here. L: But I want to finish what I've started! E: I don't mind, really. Please, don't make me repeat myself. L: Ugh. Fine. As long as you'll finish all this up. E: I will. Get some rest, OK? L: Yes, yes. Thank you. E: If what I heard about Lysithea is true... Hmm... I just don't know how much of it I should believe.

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L: Edelgard, do you have a minute? E: You want to speak with me? How unusual... Please, come in. I'll prepare some tea for us. E: Have a seat. Would you care for some cake? L: Yes, please! I never say no to sweets. E: They’re from Enbarr. A bit too sweet for my own liking. L: Isn't that the whole point of cake? Well, more for me. Mmm, these are fantastic with this tea. E: Heh, true. Well, there's no shortage of them. Help yourself to as many as you like. E: Now then. You wished to speak with me? L: Mmm, mm. So, I, ah, can tell you know a fair bit about me. Mmm... E: Maybe this can wait until you've finished eating? L: Gulp. Edelgard. You know a fair bit about me. Don't you? E: What in particular? L: For example, the fact that I have two Crests. E: Oh? That's...hard to believe. L: No need to play coy with me. It won't work. L: It's clear my body has succumbed to the intense pressure of bearing two Crests. L: Due to the immense requirements of bearing these Crests, my life expectancy is...painfully short. You know all of this, right? E: Actually, this is the first I'm hearing of it. How would I know unless you told me? L: Still won't drop the act, huh? Despite how obvious you've been with your concern about my health? You're certainly consistent. L: I'm not really in the mood for these games. L: Given your rank, you certainly have access to all kinds of information that others do not. Clearly, you'd have heard all about me. E: Either way... I know now since you just told me. E: About your two Crests, your physical weakness, and your short life expectancy. E: However, according to the principles of Crest research, it's impossible to bear two Crests. E: Unless…you've undergone a blood reconstruction surgery. Is that the case, Lysithea? L: Correct. It wasn't as though I had a say in any of this. E: I see. So you've lived through that relentless terror and agony...and survived. L: You speak of all of this as though you understand it on a personal level... Edelgard, have you... E: You’re a good friend, Lysithea. And a valuable member of this army. E: So I won't have you overexerting yourself. I don't want to lose you. Understand? L: I understand. E: Heh. Good girl. Oh, and if you like those cakes, why not take some with you for later? L: There's no need to pander to me! But...yes. I'll take those. Thanks.

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E: How are you today, Lysithea? L: Fine, thank you. And yourself? E: Quite well, thank you. L: I overheard something recently. Something pertaining to you and your vision for the future... L: Is it really true that you intend to create a world in which Crests no longer exist? E: It’s true. My aim is to dismantle the current system of aristocracy. E: The only reason nobles enjoy the status they do is because their bloodlines carry Crests. If Crests lose their value, so will titles of nobility. L: I really agree with your thinking. L: My parents have suffered throughout their lives due to their nobility. L: Due to my own Crests, I've never been able to live a normal life. L: I'm sick of nobility and Crests—of all of it. It sounds as if it's truly your mission to change things. L: I'll pledge my life to your cause, however short it may be. E: Lysithea… L: Has your hair always been that color, by the way? E: Huh? L: I ask because mine wasn't always this color. I lost all pigment after receiving my two Crests. L: Edelgard, I want a world where people like you and I are no longer victimized. I want you to bring that world into being. L: If it's within me to help that come to pass, then I'll do whatever it takes. E: Understood. I promise to do all I can to see this goal to fruition. E: And I want you to promise something in return... that you will never stop fighting for your life. E: Whatever terrible fate awaits us, we can fight it and prevail! E: I need you to trust me on that. Do you promise? L: I...I promise. I will try my best to believe that. E: Good girl. Now then...would you care for a sweet cake? L: Ugh, please do not call me that! But uh...yes. Yes, I would.

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paired ending

After the war, Edelgard and Lysithea threw themselves into the fight against those who slither in the dark. The struggle was long and arduous, but not without its benefits. With careful analysis of ancient techniques, they discovered ways to recover the years of life that had been stolen from them. Afterwards, the new Adrestian emperor and Lysithea, her trusted officer, devoted the rest of their lives to Fódlan's rule. For her counsel in instituting class reforms and ensuring the independence of the people, Lysithea came to be known as the Wisdom of the Empire. The pair of talented women ushered Fódlan into a new age of innovation and prosperity.

#fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #fe3h spoilers #edelgard x lysithea #lysithea x edelgard

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kob131 · 5 years

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New "So This is Basically X" video from Jello Apocalypse is on RWBY, and it's a bunch of pretty much crapping on the show.

(Note: read the Edit section for my recollected thoughts. I’d jus rewrite the post but that’d be like covering my mistakes)

… You know what? My dog just died so I am in no mood to tolerate this bullshit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3vYbF3_TAk

A. ‘Added into the show at the last minute’ he says as his own fucking image directly states that the ‘last minute’ was the fucking Red Trailer. AKA the fucking psuedo-pilot. He had so many other chances like Neo or ABRN or the fucking Maidens but nope decided to do the ONE wrong thing.

B. ‘Hoitty Toitty Princess’ Yeah, because she was abused by her dad for years as well as watched her mother degrade into a lifeless husk. Again, could have made an actual point but decided to just spew out the most basic shit ever.

C. ‘Lose every fight she’s been in.’

*cough* WHITE TRAILER *cough*

Also: Fucking Missed Oppritunity: 3 *ding*

D. ‘Weiss hates Ruby’

That stopped in Volume 1, try again

E. ‘How many ears do they have?’

2 or 4

‘Human ears?’

Always

‘Animal ears?’

Sometimes

‘Neither?’

That’s you

‘BOTH?’

Sometimes

‘Why do some of them only have tails?’

Genetics

‘Humans are racist against the Lagoos’

Says the man who tried guilt tripping half the population through racism accusations.

Missed Fucking Opportunity: 4 *ding*

E. What couldn’t find say bullshit to spew about Yang? Missed Fucking Opportunity: 5 *ding*

F. Those are fucking one offs characters. Homer’s Vegas wife isn’t referred to as a side character, why should most of these be any different?

Also: ‘Never explores any of these!’ *shows team CFVY who are getting their own fucking book*

Good to see you still suck at making a point.

G. ‘Show isn’t about the characters!’

We get it, you’re slurping the anti-RWBY crowd’s cock. Make a valid point that not everyone and their grandmother’s grandmother made years ago.

H. *tries citing Neptune, a character that had about twenty minutes of screentime total as ‘eating up’*

Are you gonna do SOMETHING worthwhile? Because these jokes fall flat with a basic knowledge of the show.

I. ‘It’s about the over the top spectacle fights!’

Which not only were far less frequent in other ‘similar’ shows but they sometimes just #ate up screentime.

Missed Fucking Oppritunity: 6 *ding*

J. *butt metal!*

*cites Flynt, a fucking JAZZ musician*

What’s next? ‘Durr, marvel movie orchestra? BAD1′

K. ‘durr, clipping issues!’

*Slaps Fist Of The Blue Sky: Re:Genesis onscreen*

Come back when you make a point.

L. Jello, at the 2:10 mark you’ve done nothing but either say the same standard bullshit (which gets disproven within a minute of research*) or make shitty Take That! jokes.

About fucking RWBY. Egoraptor’s Ocarina of Time and ScottFalco’s Pokemon videos are mocking the shit out of you because you somehow made a worse version of both, about a less subjective medium with a fucking barrel full of fish. Guess that ‘Vote’ video must’ve fried them braincells huh?

M. Dust is elemental gunpowder, how is such a basic concept too complex for you to handle?

N. ‘Steal Dust and never bring it up again!’

Probably because the ending of Volume 2 was the END GOAL of stealing the dust you dumbass.

O. The magic comes straight from the fucking gods, Semblance and Dust have been used in Remnant science. Or is my cheap ass phone magic because someone from the 17th century doesn’t know how it works.

P. *points behind Jello at the massive burly man with the title ‘Lord of the Rings’ on it’s chest*

Have fun with him.

Missed Fucking Opportunity: 7 *ding*

Q. Wanna bet if the RWBY haters didn’t slurp Chibi’s cock he’d be bashing hibi instead of praising it.

R. *join the plot*

Ruby is the fucking plot.

S. So I’m guessing you’d call Hercules’ rage against Olympus and Hera ‘him getting a little mad?’

That’s okay, just like how you’d say your little ‘vote’ video was just ‘you having a little brainfart; amirite?

T. Ah yes, Volumes 1 and 2, which had the least defined characters, the most wasted screentime, the least plot, the least likablke versions of the heroes, the most side characters (INCLUDING NEPTUNE WHO YOU MOCK)-

Literally EVERYTHING you’ve spewed out your mouth was in the first two Volumes and 4 and 5 are the worst ones. Sure.

Missed Fucking Opportunity: 8 *ding* (Should actually be about 8001)

U. ‘Speaking of garbage *which is a segway I could put anywhere in this video’-

Good to know you’re aware of the piss poor quality of the video. Now if only you’d learn to keep your trap shut.

V. Ozpin was never suppose to be morally grey, next.

W. …

*pulls out Qrow and Ruby and replaces it with Yang and Liar Bitch McMass Murd-I mean Raven.*

Wow, context kicks your ass.

X. Jello.

What is the plot of RWBY?

No ‘Well there IS no plot’ bullshit. Tell me. What. The plot. Is.

… You can’t can you? This is the fucking Vote video all over again. You’re talking about a subject you have no clue about, spouting off whatever you think will get you the most positive PR and did no research whatsoever, Except with the video so infamous you had to DELETE it, politics is an inherently difficult subject matter that is easy to screw up (well, not to your extent.)

This is a web show.

Made by two drunk interns and an animator who took inspiration from BLAZBLUE.

And you have NOT made a SINGLE valid point.

The closest you got was the lip movements but you CLEARLY weren’t talking about the Volumes where it mattered so fucking credit.

Y. Blah blah blah ‘Bumbleby bullshit because pander’

Z. Qrow: ‘Oh ad my sister sold me and the daughter she abandoned twice before to the literal devil. Also why I am saying the bird thing is a curse? I defended Ozpin. My sister is the one claiming it to be a curse. Because she wanted to get away from the immortal pseudo-Greek villian which is a common feeling most people would think to do since it appeals to the inherent pragmatism in humanity but I overcame it through my niece’s determination to do the right thing in the end because just being pragmatic and doing what is most likely to succeed goes against one of the few things that make human beings what we are!

… Now I’m gonna go say my political opinions like I’m an important figure and not a walking punchline only known for mildly entertaining content that has suffered such a drop the Simpsons are looking at me in pity because I have a massive ego. And then when people call me out, I’ll delete the video and mock them like the child I am.’

*cracks open a beer* I don’t care if that’s cruel. He wants to talk like he knows shit? He can take it.

Edit:

https://twitter.com/alle1304/status/1137340212315643904

Well I owe him an apology. Over thinking he was pandering to the hate mob as well as my stupid attitude.

However I still stand by a lot of what I said: He missed a LOT of opportunities to make a good point and instead went with the lowest common denominator stuff. Like with making the joke about Weiss hating Ruby. It’s not funny because the joke is based on heavily outdated information and is just blatantly untrue.

There’s a reason why his ‘Welcome to *Website*’ videos are funny. Because while it is an exaggeration of what happens on the websites, it’s still basically true. Humor works when it strikes hard, either by throwing something so absurd at you that you’re forced to laugh because you don’t understand it, so raunchy that you laugh at the absurdity in which something so wrong was said so earnestly or by saying something so true that you’re forced to laugh to make light of the situation.

Jello’s video doesn’t do any of that. It either says a bunch of basic stuff that doesn’t work with knowledge or is saying things in a satricial way that people , EARNESTLY say, basically invoking Poe’s Law on himself. (The law of ‘Without a clear indication, a satire of X can easily been taken as an earnest belief in X.’)

This isn’t to say I was justified in what I did: it’s just even in a rational state of mind, the video is too flawed to be funny.

(Also no, I don’t regret what I said about the Vote video.)

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Under Fire - Pt 5

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 4K+ Rating: M Genre: Gang AU, Drama Warnings: Violence Pairings: Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader. Pairings (in this chapter): V x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, JK x Reader (small part, I promise he’ll get more time soon)

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS.

A/N: Going forward you are going to see other k-pop groups popping up more and more. It makes it so much more readable to include other groups than OCs. For a GangAU you need a lot of additional characters. I know that I am not portraying them perfectly, but well... someone has to play the villain...

Chapter 5 - The Art of Evasion

POV (Y/N)

The next morning you wake encircled by Namjoon. His arms are cradling your head to his chest. His cheek rests on the top of your head. You both are still lying on the lawn chair in the cold morning air, sun peeking out behind the skyline.

The brightness however, isn’t what wakes you. That action lies with Suga, a pot, and a wooden spoon.

“What the hell Suga?” Yells Namjoon.

“Just trying to scare the pigeons away from you.” He says in his lethargic tone.

Namjoon looks to the sky, it’s empty.

“Pigeons... Really Suga? If you were jealous just say so.”

You instantly flare with a blush.

“Even if I was jealous, at least I am not taking advantage of her while she is in a vulnerable state. That would just be inconsiderate.”

Namjoons arms suddenly fling up over his head as if in surrender.

Suga cracks a smirk and leaves.

“Wow, that got to you didn’t it?” You ask. “Suga was just pushing your buttons. I am an adult, I can make my own decisions.”

He checks his watch, “We should head to the kitchen, the others will be waking up and we need to discuss plans for the day.”

On your first attempt to get up you want to vomit. You clutch your head and groan.

“Hangover?” You make a pointing gesture with your finger at him in confirmation. Fearful of opening your mouth. He laughs, “You have my permission to blame it on Suga.”

“Thanks but I just built that bridge, I don’t think I want to risk burning it.”

Suga was in front of the stove when you enter, the other members starting to pour in too.

“Why is Suga up so early?” V yawns.

“He’s on breakfast duty this week for almost poisoning (Y/N), while simultaneously giving Jin a heart attack.” There is a clatter of pans as Suga continues his work, while ignoring Namjoon. You go over to help Suga feeling equally responsible, but he wordlessly points you to a seat.

Suga places dishes in front of each of you consisting of eggs and toast. You look over at Namjoon’s plate to see that the toast is far darker than your own, and there seems to be a crunch to his eggs as he bites into them. Namjoon finishes off his plate but glares at Suga the entire time, Suga just smirks back at him.

“Any suspicious behaviour from VIXX?” Namjoon asks Hope.

“No, I think that they were just heading there for a drink, it didn’t seem like they knew that Suga and (Y/N) were going to be there.”

“Good, we will have to call the Rail Bar off limits for now though, just in case. (Y/N), V is going to take you to the bank today to meet with the lawyer and manager who handles your Father’s accounts. Jimin and JHope will be stationed nearby. JK will be monitoring.” You smile at JK warmly, feeling bad for not having a chance to speak with him yet.

“The new clothes are on your bed,” J-Hope informs you with his mouth full.

“I’ll be down here when you’re ready.” States V.

You step out of the Kitchen and Jin follows, “How’s your shoulder?” He asks he accompanies you upstairs. “I would like to take a look at it, probably change the bandage too. Meet me in my office after you shower.”

Hair still damp you wrap yourself in a towel and head to the small infirmary that is Jin’s office. You did not expect to collide with a tall dark haired statue outside your door. JK grabs your waist to steady you, but once he realizes what you’re wearing quickly lets go. A blush creeps onto his face he looked down at the floor and stutters.

“Sorry, I wanted to talk to you before you left. I didn’t mean to catch you like this.”

“It’s fine, Jin just asked to change my bandage before we head out. I’ve wanted to say thank you for your help the other day, without you I wouldn’t have made it out.”

“It was nothing,” he says shyly. “RM says that you are pretty tech savvy yourself, I was hoping once you were finished with the bank that you could assist me with creating a line to your set up in Busan. I figured it would be less intrusive to use your door to access the police database then create my own.

“Ah, he told you about that did he? Of course, and I would love to see your setup here.” You start to twist your hair into a knot. “I’m self taught and new to the skill so I would love any advice or help you can give.”

“Hacking the BPD is impressive, there’s no way you are a noob.”

“It’s just a piggy back.”

JK seems much more relaxed discussing a topic that he knows well. But it doesn’t last long when he accidentally glances back down. “I’ll come find you once I’m back.” You say essentially offering him a chance to bail. He takes it nodding his eyes wide as he hurries around the corner.

You spot Jin leaning against the the doorway of the infirmary. “Is he always so shy?”

“Just with new people, soon you won’t be able to shut him up.” He looks down at your towel, “Your state of dress probably didn’t help either.”

Jin gestures to the table so he could get a good look at your injury under the light.

You inhale sharply as he takes the bandage off.

“It’s healing well, still no sign of infection.” His eyes are on the wound but his mind seems to be elsewhere. “RM and I are planning the memorial for tomorrow. I hope that we did not overstep. Is there anything that you might like to include?”

“No, you clearly knew him better than I did. Thank you for setting it up.”

“It’ll just be us there, is that okay?”

You nod smiling through the pain. You understand, that it’s time to put your mask back on, and face reality in your new role, heir to the billionaire philanthropist. “Keeping everything out of the spotlight would probably be for the best.”

Hope had laid out a black pencil skirt and green blouse with a trench coat. Coat in hand you make your way downstairs. V is at the door along with Namjoon, Jhope and Jimin.

“You can tell that Hope dressed you, that boy loves green. I’ll have to take you shopping sometime.” V comments.

“He does does he?” You eye him carefully as he stands next to you. While the rest are receiving orders you lean over to Hope. “Sales clerk picked them out huh?”

“She asked for my favourite colour what was I supposed to say?”

“That it wasn’t for your girlfriend you dork, you could have just invented a friend in the hospital or something.”

He gives you a nervous smile, as he helps you put on your coat.

Once Namjoon has finished talking to the rest of the group, he turns to you. “Henry will meet you at the bank, he’s your father’s lawyer and has handled your father’s accounts for several years. V is the best at handling the legal aspects. If you have any questions, he can help.”

He looks down at you grabbing your shaking hands, “This is the easy part I promise, just a few dotted lines to sign.”

He could tell you are getting nervous. This isn’t your first choice. You could say no, however that would be a disadvantage, not only to the team, but also your father’s foundation.

J-Hope and Jimin sit in the front, you are seated in the back with V, who has matched your formal attire with a suite. The drive there is quiet. V would look over at you every now and then with a side glance.

When you pull up to the bank V opens the door and holds out his hand to take yours. As he guides you up the marble steps he whispers, “No need to be worried, if anything they should be nervous. You could shut this whole bank down by simply demanding your money. Actually, let’s try it, give them a bit of a scare.”

You chuckle, “Thanks V, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” When you reach the top a younger gentleman bows to you. “Miss (L/N)?” You are taken aback. In Busan you went by your mother’s maiden name (L/N), while everyone in Seoul called you Park. Hearing it again makes you feel like your life is split in two. Sensing your apprehension he corrects himself, “Forgive me would you prefer Miss Park?”

V introduced him before you can answer, “(Y/N) this is Lau Henry, he will be assisting you now, he has agreed to continue to conduct your father's business under your name.”

You greet him with a nod, “Park is more suitable going forward.”

“He was in charge of drafting the will and has known about you for some time.” V says darkly.

“The information was all there you just had to know where to look V.”

“How was I to expect that he would keep a daughter hidden?!”

“Of course a man of his wealth and status would have a child, what did you think would happen when he passed?”

“I don’t know I thought that he might adopt RM, take him on as an heir.”

Your anxiety immediately goes into overdrive. Oh god is that what they thought? Are they bitter because Namjoon wasn’t the heir? Are they just pandering until they could take the money from you? Do they just see you as an obstacle to overcome? The possibilities keep popping into you mind, each one worse than the last.

As you are being lead into the bank you are introduced to several people but you can’t hear a word that anyone was saying. You are drowning in your own head.

You wish V wasn’t so perceptive. Apologizing for your inattentiveness and trying to shield you from the barrage of legal information. Your heart continues to beat at a racing pace, your breathing shallow. The lawyers leave the room for a moment to grab the documents needed. V reached for you hand, “Just a couple of signatures and we are out of here. Think of something that brings focus to your mind it’ll help you relax. I personally like think of ways I could rob these crooks,” He smiles.

“An interesting method,” You laugh at his joke, thankful for the distraction, that interrupts your thoughts.

“Real money can be messy, acquiring the zeros digitally would be safer and less trackable, but also less fun,” he adds.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Of course, you need...” V suddenly zones out mid sentence. “Yep I see them JK.”

V is obviously listening to a conversation in his earpiece. You are flustered having been once again left in the dark.

“How the hell am I supposed to know who they are with, I’m not the one with the database in front of me.” He continues to bicker with the voices in his ear.

Your temper rises, “Who do you have to fuck to get an earpiece?” You mutter darkly hoping he would catch on to your annoyance.

V instantly shut down. “Ah sorry, that would be me... not that you need to exchange sexual favours for a radio, I’m just in charge of tech.” He pulled a new ear piece out of his breast pocket. “JK put ear piece 2 - 1 - Charlie - Golf on the channel, listed as Fire.”

He placed a hand under my chin as he put the bud in my ear. “Fit okay?” You nod. “My mic is in here,” He taps his collar, “Sorry I don’t have an extra one of those, but mine should be able to pick you up.”

“Okay guys let's keep the crassness to a minimum, Fire is online. First person to swear has to answer to Jin.”

“Welcome Fire.” I could hear the smile in J Hope's voice. Hearing your old nickname comforts you.

“No existing records that I can see.” JK must have still been trying to work out who they were.

“Can I take a closer look?”

“No stay at your post Jimin. I don’t want them catching on that we know. They must be new blood.”

“They are probably just following you to get a location when you return to the base.” V turns to you unexpectedly, “What do you think we should do in this case Fire?”

You are confused but his interest in your opinion but decide to play along. “Ignore them, let them follow until we can get to a busy place with lots of turns and escape routes.”

“Looks like we are going to the art museum,” V smiles.

“Are you even allowed in there V?” asks Jimin.

“I am as long as they don’t recognize me.”

Henry and the bankers chose this time to return to the office preventing you from asking V why he wouldn’t be allowed in.

You began to sign the papers in a daze as the conversation in your head continues.

“Nope definitely not allowed in they have a mug shot on the banned list, I doubt they would be able to identify him now I mean look at that hair!”

“Send me a pic JK,” Jimin whines.

“Check your phone it’s already there.”

“Ha hair, more like lack of, nice buzz cut.”

V’s face is blank. He takes out his phone types a quick message and then returns it to his pocket.”

“You could try beating me to a fucking pulp, but I don’t think you would last one round.”

Once again V take out his phone.

“I didn’t swear in front of her I was just reading your text, aishhh Jin is going to kill me.”

You see a slight smile slide onto V’s face.

“Miss Park that should be it, I will have a financer contact you later on to go over your plans for the foundation, and your own funds. I am sure that you would like some time to process before you dive into it.”

“Yes thank you. That would be the best course of action.”

“The transfers will take tonight so you should have access to your funds by tomorrow.”

One of the bankers stood up. “Congratulations Miss Park, you are now one of the richest people in Korea.” He boasts.

You snap at his smug grin, “Congratulations? Tell me do you think I am proud I watched my father die in front of me? Do you think I enjoyed it? That is the only reason I am hear after all, am I to be congratulated for his demise? Believe me when I say, I would gladly give away every dime of that inheritance to bring him back.” You can hear shouts of agreement over the earpiece.

“My apologies mamame I did not intend to insult you.”

“No, no of course not... I’m sure it would not be an insult coming from someone who values wealth over human life.” You turn to Henry, “We should consider changing financial establishments I am not sure that I trust the way that they conduct business here. If you could contact other banking institutions on my behalf I would like to meet with them.”

Henry nods taking down notes with a small smile. The bank manager is in shock. “Madame I am truly sorry for the offense. How can we insure that we keep your patronage?” The formality coming from a man of his age towards you is almost enough to make me laugh. You have him scared shitless.

“Perhaps we could continue this meeting with Lunch at La Yeon?” He suggests

“So you can wine and dine me? You continue to dig yourself a deeper hole. Show me that you and your bank can actually work for a community for once instead of bleeding it dry. Then maybe I will allow you to continue holding my father’s fortune.”

You turn your back on their ninety degree bows, V at your side beaming. You say goodbye to Henry at the lobby exit. V pulls you into an alcove over at the side. “Your father would have been proud of how you handled yourself in there.”

You smile back at him. You knew going in they would try to take advantage you and your situation, keeping them on their toes would be the easiest way to show you would not be controlled.

“Ready for the next test?”

“Two hawks still hovering,” JK comments.

“Right, let’s move.” He offered his arm to me, “Best to look as natural as possible, as if we are on our way to the museum for a date.”

“Don’t push it V,” Scolds Hope.

“As friends of course,” V adds trying to cover his intentions.

You take his arm as you exit the bank.

“We will meet you guys there, the second you lose them head to the car it’ll be at the back entrance.”

“Jimin stay on as driver, JHope will be extraction backup for emergencies only. The less attention we can draw the better. Fire is still the center of the news cycle, we don’t need another scene just yet.” JK informs them of their roles.

You couldn’t help but speed up your pace as you walk down the street.

“Whoa slow it down, we need to give the others time to set up the route, and you don’t want to let on that we know. I am going to point at this very uninteresting bakery on the right, you are going to look at it, laugh and see if you can spot the hawks out of the corner of your eye.”

You do just that, noticing two people that didn’t fit with the surrounding crowd.

“Two sore thumbs in suites?”

V confirms, “Bingo! JK do you have the museum’s cameras online yet?”

“Yeah busy day there it’ll be easy to loose them in the crowd. It looks like they shut down the back west portion for renovations. It’s completely empty, might be a good place to break away and make a run for it I can turn off the alarms on the doors so you will go unnoticed, but V will need to grab a key..”

“Any idea on who they are with yet?” V asks

“Still nothing turning up in the database.” JK sighs in disappointment.

“Damn, I would really like to know who we are about to piss off.”

“Based on proximity it might be EXO.” Guesses Jimin.

“Let’s hope it’s not.” Responds Hope.

A light drizzle begins to descent as you continue to walk. V pulls out an umbrella and you both huddle beneath it , several other pedestrians around you popping open their own.

“They are going to get closer as to not lose us, just remain calm and follow my lead.” His slender hand grabs yours as you continue down the street.

The museum is in constant flux with exhibits. The Van Gogh exhibition doesn’t open for three more days. This leaves the west wing, our destination closed to the public. V buys the tickets as you grab a map, but instead of focusing on the exhibits you memorize the exits.

“Looks like that closed exhibit is still going to be your best bet every other corner of this place is full of people and someone will notice an abrupt exit.” JK instructs.

You are able to stop by a few of the other displays before making our way to the final destination. If V is nervous he didn’t show it, instead he seems to be enjoying himself. You clench the map and umbrella, repeating V’s tips in your head, slow your pace, don’t make sudden movements, smile, and focus on the art. After a sufficient amount of time you notice your convoy starts to lag back again. You see a sign stating that the exhibit you’re approaching is closed.

“Still empty JK?’

“Yeah the only people inside are the ballet dancers in the paintings.”

V had taken a key card from a security guard but the door is already unlocked.

“Wait,” you grabbed V’s arm realizing that something is wrong, “Van Goh didn’t paint ballet...”

You don’t get to finish your thought before being pulled into the room by V. You had run into the gallery blindly trusting JK’s assessment. The frames on the walls are empty, the room is not.

The door shut behind you. You have a strange sense of Deja Vu come over you. V shoves me into a corner and places himself between me and the 4 men now approaching. Your shoulder hits the wall causing you to wince but the pain was nothing compared to the fear you now feel. I remember these faces from the police database in Busan. All of the major cities in Korea had files on the suspected members of EXO.

“Wasn’t sure that you would come, but now I can see that you are as predictable as ever V.” The leader spoke, you recognize him as Suho from his mug shot. How could they have know to set this up? Someone had to have told them you were on your way here.

You look at the bare walls, “Must have been a screenshot they had on file, the Dega exhibit hasn’t been here for a while.” You mutter to V hoping they can hear you through his mic.

You heard JK cursing loudly on the headset. “Can’t believe I fell for a fucking screenshot.”

Jimin becomes the voice of reason, “Calm down, find them a way out of there.”

“I can’t it’s gone dark now, all of it has. Their hacker must have a more direct connection.”

Two of the members came up on either side of V, he take a swing but receives a punch to the gut instead, giving them a chance to take hold of his arms.

You mind is racing, thinking back to the map. Only two exits from this room the door we came in, the other the other at the end of the series of adjoining rooms. Definitely not ideal.

Suho approaches V, pulls out his earpiece and crushes in on the floor with his foot.

“V’s radio is damaged, Hope you’re up.”

“On my way (Y/N), keep them distracted and whatever you do don’t let them move you, Jimin be ready with the car.”

“I heard that you had quite the security breach the other night. GOT7 getting in the manor grounds. My patron was sad to hear of the death of Mr. Park, he will be paying his respects soon. But for another gang to take out your founder, I don’t think your reputation will ever recover from that devastation.”

V grits his teeth. “You speak of it as though EXO had nothing to do with it, we all know who holds the leash of GOT7.”

“GOT7 acted on their own, although we might have let it slip that BTS were the ones interfering with their cargo deliveries.”

V pulls against those holding him.

“But we are not here to gloat, play nice pooch I need to talk to your new master for a moment.”

V wasn’t having it as they pulled him away from his position in front of me. He lashes out only to receive a beating in return.

Suho looks to you, “Forgive my rudeness Miss Park. I will have to introduce myself as V seems determined to keep you from me.”

“No need Suho, let’s cut the formalities. What do you want?”

His eyes flare, you are sure he did not expect you to respond in such an aggressive manner. “My patron wished for me to pass along a message. He would like for BTS to disband, and call off any projects. There is no point in continuing your father’s foolish goals. He wouldn’t want you to encounter the same fate as your mother.”

You can’t hide the shock on your face. Suho holds a smirk and steps closer to you, “They haven’t told you yet have they?”

You could barely hear Jimin over the ear piece. “I’m so sorry Fire, we were going to tell you.”

You are petrified but at the same time furious. Completely distracted you are unsure of what to do. JHope calls your attention back, “Fire I’m outside the door, I need a distraction, I’m going in blind.”

You realize that you are still clutching the umbrella in your hand. Suho doesn’t seem to notice your earpiece thanks to your hair. You doubt that he can expect what’s coming next. “Now!” you shout as you swing your umbrella at Suho’s face making contact with his nose.

Hearing your voice J-Hope comes bursting in the door guns in hand. V uses this moment of surprise to take down his captors. You both made a break for Hope but you are not so lucky. Suho catches your arm and hold you against his chest as a shield.

Hope is livid, “Suho you’re sporting a little blood on your face, it’s a good look. If you want we could add to it.”

“As if you would have the guts to shoot me with her right here.”

“I might not, but Suga does.” J-Hope smiles.

The colour drains from Suho face as he looks to the windows, and the tall buildings outside. You are suddenly thrust forward. V catches hold of you.

“No need, call him off we were just here to deliver a message.”

JHope mutters, “stand down” while holding his ear as if he was talking to someone. You can only hear Jimin on the line chuckling darkly.

“I’m guessing you heard it, tell RM to back off his plan or next time we’ll take her.” His glare at you does not go unnoticed, as V grips you even tighter. Suho continues with a lighter tone, “I was hoping that Jin would be here too, if you could pass on the well wishes of his father and the invitation to return.”

Once again you are stunned by his words, but your desire to flee is far greater than your curiosity.

J-Hope steps slowly back to the door, you and V follow suit. “If you think Jin is going back to his father, you must be on your own product.”

“No, I just understand how detrimental it can be to lose one's founder. You have a new link in the chain. Sure it’s pretty but it’s also weak, she won’t be able to support you before you come crashing down. It would be wiser for Jin to come back while he still can.” Suho turned his eyes back to you, “ It was lovely to meet you Miss Park. I’m sure we will see you again soon.”

You continue to retreat until your backs made it to the door. J-Hope still has his guns aimed, while you and V slip out the door, he quickly follows once your clear. You run down the hall to the exit V flipping the fire alarm on the way. All at once, there is a rush of the people to the doors hope grabs both you and V to prevent separation. Anyone watching would have had difficulty picking you out of the crowd. The tinted SUV is off to the side of the exit, you all scramble in. Jimin keeping his eyes on the rear-view mirror as he pulls out onto the road.

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holidaywishes · 5 years

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It Had To Be You XIII

Chapter Thirteen: Alarm

Summary: Tyler is still mad about your relationship with James and gets into a bit of trouble, while you try to deal with the outcome of the trial and the consequences of James’ actions.

Author’s Note: Welcome to the end of 2017 kids! We made it but just barely. This one’s a lot shorter because I wanted to wrap up 2017 and it was really just about the sentencing in this one, so it went pretty fast. The next couple of chapters are going to seem kind of pedestrian compared to X and XII but I promise once we get to like May of 2018 things will heat up between Tyler and (Y/N). Fun Fact! I finished this chapter almost immediately after the last and I think I’ve kind of got like a schedule going on. I’ll have two chapters this week -- next is out on Friday. So stay tuned and enjoy! Edit: the GIF of Tyler dancing I wanted to use didn’t work, so this one will have to do -- even though it’s a little blurry.

Warning: Some more angst, a couple swears in there of course because if you can’t tell I’m a bit of sailor, but other than that no other warnings.

Song Credit: Alarm -- Anne-Marie

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Two weeks went by fairly quickly and before you knew it, you were back in the courtroom with James and Chris in the gallery for you and Kayla on Marcus’ side; all of you anxiously awaiting the sentencing.

“Thank you for coming back today everyone. This case was more.. passionate than others I’ve faced. It’s important for you to know, Miss (Y/L/N), that I do not take kindly to people using my courtroom as a stage on which to give long, dramatic monologues,” the Judge spoke firmly and you shamefully let your head fall, out of the corner of your eye you saw Marcus smirk and the Judge continued, “as for you, Mr. Sheppard, your speech at the end of the trial was an obnoxious pander to the jury. The two of you are young, so I can understand that, nonetheless you are both adults and should have acted with more composure.” The anticipation was killing you and you were starting to think that she was going to let him go because you spoke out of turn.

Why couldn’t you have just played the broken little girl???

“I have reviewed the case and Miss (Y/L/N)’s compelling testimony, as well as the jury’s decisions and I have come to a decision. While there is no doubt in my mind that you did commit this fowl, cowardly act, Mr. Sheppard, you are a first time offender with a clean record,” no, you thought to yourself, please no, “I am sentencing you to six months in jail with the possibility of early release and I am setting your bail at $5,000. I sincerely hope the early release does not come for you because I find you deplorable, however, I am bound by the law. Let this be a lesson to you, Mr. Sheppard, that your actions have consequences and any difficulties you face in your life are caused by you and you alone. Case dismissed.” You stood shocked as the Judge walked away and the Bailiff took Marcus away, the smirk on his face almost overshadowed by the anger that he was getting any time at all. It was good news, sort of. He was going away, there had been some justice served; but you couldn’t help but stand there in complete and utter shock that it had turned out so unchanging for Marcus.

“(Y/N)?” Chris said and you shook yourself back to reality, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said, still a little stunned, “at least we get to go home.” Chris and James gave you small smiles and Mr. Young wished there had been a different result but that something was better than nothing. He gave you some well wishes and went on his way; passing a seething Kayla on his way out. You turned back to James and Chris as she walked out the door, staring daggers at you

“She’s really angry huh?” James laughed uncomfortably and you just raised your eyebrows once and took a deep breath before heading out of the room yourself. You thought she’d be gone by now but there she was, waiting for you outside the doors just to slap you right across the face.

“Oh my god!!” you screamed, holding the side of your face, “what the fuck Kayla?”

“You ruined his life! His in fucking jail you bitch! Why couldn’t you have just dropped it, just admitted that you cheated, that you wanted to get back at James for cheating on you,” she yelled back at you as Chris held her back, her words confusing you, “you lied so well on that stand, you should win a fucking Oscar!! But you’ve ruined any chance he had at a normal life. That we had at a normal life!!” You were still hung up on what she said about James -- if you wanted to get back at James for cheating, by cheating on him, it would’ve been after you got back from Scotland not before.

“WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING YOU BITCH!!” Kayla continued to shout, “it’s because you know I’m right, isn’t it? ISN’T IT!”

“Wha-- Kayla stop, enough,” you finally spoke, “I didn’t lie, you think I could make all of that stuff up? I’m sorry that your boyfriend turned out to be a rapist but he will still have a normal life, trust me, I did not ruin his life. I did not cheat on James, I also would never hurt you.”

“Stop!” she said, tears falling down her face; what had he done to her? “there’s no one here to listen to your ridiculous stories anymore, the Judge, the jury, the lawyers, they’re gone! Admit it!! You cheated, you lied and you sent him to jail because you were too scared to tell the truth!”

“I DIDN’T LIE!!!” you shouted, but you calmed yourself down because you knew you weren’t going to get anywhere from that, “Kayla, I don’t know what’s happened to you. What he’s done to you. But I didn’t cheat on James, we love each other, I didn’t lie, and there’s nothing more that I would rather have done than just acted like this was all a bad dream,” you saw her attempt to interrupt you but you cut her off, “BUT I couldn’t avoid this forever. You need to understand that you cut me out, you took his side and wouldn’t even listen to me. He’s a bad guy, Kayla, he will hurt you, it’s only a matter of time. I just hope that putting him away for a little while will help you realize that you can get away from him.” She stared at you for a few minutes with Chris still keeping her away from you and James standing close by to make sure she didn’t try anything, when she finally spoke, it was like venom spewed at you and James.

“You don’t love each other. You’re comfortable with each other. You’re too blind to see he’s been cheating on your for months even before you left for Scotland. You’re too busy to care that she’s been falling in love with Tyler for the last year. You both know that leaving each other would mean that you failed and you’d have to be alone and neither of you are ready for that. You’re not in love with each other anymore and if you think you are, then you’re just… stupid.” The end of her sentence just sounded like she gave up, like she succeeded in tearing you down the way she felt you tore her down. She threw her arms up and walked away, leaving you and James to stare at each other and absorb what she said.

Tyler’s P.O.V

I tried. Didn’t I? I tried to be the good guy, the friend. I kept my distance. I should’ve been at that party. I would’ve done something, I could’ve helped her. But she didn’t want that. She wants him. Still. After everything. Well, fine. I’m not gonna wait for her to realize what an idiot she’s being. I can’t. She doesn’t want me, so I will just leave her alone.

You paced around your living room talking to your dogs about (Y/N), just to get it out of your system. You knew her sentencing was last week and you wanted to know what happened but not if it meant going around James. After the loss last night in Tampa Bay, you just needed to blow off some steam.

“Yo, Stud, plans tonight?” you said to Mike on the other end of the phone

“I’m up for just about anything, what were you thinking?”

“I’m ready to take tequila shots and forget my problems”

“Whoa, buddy, don’t go all sad on me before we plan on going out”

“Nah, I’m not. Just meet me at Maya.” You said and he agreed before you hung up the phone. With Gerry jumping on you every time you moved, you knew you should probably take them out for a walk before you went out for the whole night; you picked up your phone, put their leashes on and headed out the door. You were mindlessly checking Instagram and Snapchat when you got a message from a girl you had met around Halloween after a Canucks game. She said she was in town and wanted to get together. You knew it was a bad idea but you didn’t really care. You were willing to make a bad decision right now.

“What do you say Tyler?” Zoe typed over a revealing snap

“Come to Maya, if you find me, I’m in.”

When you got to the club, you searched everywhere for Mike when your phone buzzed and you saw (Y/N)’s name pop across your screen; you immediately sent her to voicemail and messaged Mike.

“What do you want?” he joked from behind you, getting your text.

“Took you long enough to get here”

“This” he gestured to himself, “takes effort. Unlike you... ripped jeans and T-shirt. Take that stupid hat off”

“Shut up” you laughed and headed to the bar to grab a beer. You and Mike were only about two beers and five tequila shots in but you were already in a better mood then when you left when you felt a hand curve over your shoulder.

“Found you, what do I win?” Zoe whispered in your ear, you turned around and stumbled a bit.

“I guess you win me…” you slurred teasingly and it wasn’t long before the two of you were making out in a bathroom stall. When you realized that you’d rather be somewhere else than there, you called an Über and took her back to your place. As the two of you stumbled through your front door, you raced into your bedroom, flinging clothes everywhere. You could hear your phone buzzing in your jean pocket but you were wildly distracted and paid no attention to it. The sex was quick and a little unfulfilling but at least you got to cuddle after; if only she hadn’t taken pictures of the two of you together, the night would’ve been great.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to find Zoe still in your bed and you slowly tried to sneak out to find your phone. You were both surprised and unsurprised by how many voicemails (Y/N) had left you; you started listening to them but couldn’t get past the first.

“Tyler,” her voice was soft but you could tell she was hurting, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for anything… I didn’t mean to hurt you. There was a lot happening and I -- it doesn’t matter. You have every right to be angry with me for staying with a guy who cheated on me. I am pissed that he did it too but we are trying to work it out. He’s a good guy, deep down. He just has weird Alpha male issues I guess… Just call me please. I need to talk to you.”

It still made you angry to listen to it but you had other things to deal with now. You heard Zoe wake up and you rushed to put your phone away, filling a glass full of water for her in hopes of distracting her.

“So, what are your plans for today?” she asked inquisitively

“Practice, taking care of the dogs, got some plans with Jamie. The usual I guess. You?” you countered

“Nothing exciting, thought I’d stick around a bit, maybe follow you around like a lost puppy,” your eyes went wide and she laughed, “relax, I’m kidding. I have to meet my friends back at the hotel. We’re ‘sightseeing.’ But if you want me to, I can definitely hang out for a while. Call them and say I’m busy?”

“No, it’s fine. You have plans and your friends are more important. Go, enjoy Dallas.” She swiftly went to the bedroom to change into her clothes from last night and was on her way. You thought that would be the last you saw or heard from her but three days later, you got a snap of a pregnancy test and her threatening to get alimony from you.

“What the fuck is this?” you sent her back

“That’s a dumb question”

“This is fake”

“Nope”

You went back and forth trying to get her to remove the snap and figure out if she was actually telling the truth but you just couldn’t handle the fact that it might be true -- you’re 25 years old, you don’t need a baby right now -- so you blocked her on all platforms. From there it was just the two of you volleying snaps back and forth to the point where you got annoyed and just unblocked her. The next day, you ran into her and she kind of cussed you out and put it on Snap. It took a few days for her to get over herself but your PR team also had to step in and tell you not to say anything.

“Silence is key in this situation, Tyler. Don’t indulge her.”

You did as they said and tried to go on with your life as usual, trying to stay away from all contact with Zoe. It was at this point that you wanted (Y/N) to call you and calm you down but you knew she was still going through stuff with James and you didn’t want that in your life right now; but you missed her voice and it broke your heart not to hear it.

“How long has it been going on?” you asked James

“It’s over. It lasted for longer than it should have but it’s over now” he challenged

“Really?” you started, “so, what Kayla said was a lie? You didn’t cheat on me before that night?”

“No. I was working all the time, I wouldn’t have had any time to cheat” he said sarcastically and you laughed, annoyed

“Right. You were working all the time. In cities I was never in. Where you wouldn’t come home to me at night. Where I had no idea what you were doing or who you were with. Because I trusted you. Or you’d come home a full week earlier than you said you would and wouldn’t tell me why. What were you doing on trips like those?”

“Working!!”

“If you were working, why would you lie to me?! Why wouldn’t you just tell me that?”

“I did! You’re only now saying that it was a lie.”

“Were you ever going to tell me about her?”

“What?”

“If I hadn’t found out about Frederica, Freddy I’m assuming is your pet name for her, would you ever have told me about her?”

“Yes. Probably. Mayb-- I don’t know. If I didn’t think it was necessary, than no, probably not.”

“Necessary? What does that even mean? What makes it necessary and what doesn’t? Does the fact that it would have ruined our relationship make it necessary? Does the fact that you had a full on relationship with this girl, she met your parents for Christ sake, does that not make it necessary? What makes it necessary to you?”

“I DON’T KNOW! I answered your damn question and I answered it honestly”

“YOU HALF ANSWERED IT!”

“Just because I didn’t give an answer to what necessary is doesn’t mean I didn’t answer the goddamn question.”

“UGH, you’re being ridiculous. It’s not that difficult. What would’ve been the case for you to not tell me, what would’ve made it unnecessary to tell me?”

“If we were completely over. Me and her. And there was no chance in me going back, or her coming back to me. It would’ve made you upset for no reason. It would’ve been unnecessary to tell you.” Once he stopped, you realized that he still hadn’t told you about the text he got from Freddy a few months ago. Christmas was over, the New Year had started and he still hadn’t told you. Had he thought it was unnecessary because he wasn’t going back to her or because he already went back to her and didn’t want to upset you?

“What if something was going to happen? But you weren’t sure what it would be, or whose side it was coming from, would that have made it unnecessary to tell me?”

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“It seems to me that you would tell me if it was completely over. To have that complete honesty and transparency. But if you weren’t over, if you were still seeing each other that, to me, would be the time that you kept it from me. Not because it wouldn’t be necessary but because you knew it was wrong but you were doing it anyway.”

“I -- I wouldn’t want to hurt you..”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means I would choose whatever option didn’t hurt you! Are you going to answer that damn phone?!” he yelled, frustrated as he listened to your phone continue to vibrate on the table.

“No,” you said, your voice shaking just enough to let him know something was wrong but not enough to let him know how broken it made you to have to mention it, “how long has it been going on?”

“What?”

“Were you ever going to tell me about the two of you?”

“(Y/N) we just t--”

“I saw the text from her. Back in October. When we had our date night. I saw her text to you that you needed to talk. What did you need to talk about James?” He was flustered and you could tell his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say.

“She wanted me back but I refused. I told her we, me and you, were trying to work on our relationship and that there couldn’t be any… distractions”

“Is she pregnant?”

“What? No!”

“Was she pregnant?”

“No”

“Why would she want you back then after all those months? Unless you hadn’t ended it when you said you did?”

“She was lonely and she liked having someone to talk to, but I told her I couldn’t -- that I couldn’t even be her friend -- and she seemed to be okay with it..”

“I don’t believe that. A girl who’s so in love with someone, who liked talking to that person so much wouldn’t just let them out of their life. Even as a friend.”

“Well, we haven’t talked since before your trial.”

“How long?”

“Only two weeks”

“Wh- No. How long were you sleeping with her?”

“Six months”

“The entire time I was away?”

“Almost”

“Why would Kayla say that you cheated on me before I was raped? Why would she say that I was blind to it? Were you seeing this girl, this Freddy, before January?”

“No”

“Someone else then?”

“There may have been… a few… occasional flings.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Sometimes in order to gain a client I had to gain their trust, be one of the guys. And these guys were often high rollers. And they liked women who did as they asked…”

“Oh my god”

“I didn’t do anything bad”

“Except cheat on me”

“It didn’t mean anything, it was just business. Literally”

“Hookers? You bought hookers for your clients and they let you, what? Finish them off?”

“No..”

“They paid for yours?”

“Occasionally”

“Jesus Christ James! So, every time you came home early from a trip, it was because you were done fucking hookers and you thought I’d be a nice change?”

“I loved you and I wanted to get back to you”

“If you loved me you never would’ve done this!”

“What about Tyler?”

“What about Tyler? I never slept with him, I never kissed him, I never touched him. He never touched me. We’re friends. That’s it. I, apparently unlike you, am able to have friends of the opposite sex without feeling the need to jump in bed!”

“Maybe you’ve never done anything with him but that doesn’t mean you haven’t wanted to. You’re in love with him. Kayla was the only one who had any balls to tell me. She saw, I’m sure all your friends did, they just wouldn’t tell me because they were protecting you. Face it, you cheated long before I did.”

“That’s absurd! I’m not in love with Ty. I love him, as a friend, but I’m not in love with him. It’s very different. And even if I had developed feelings for him, you still would’ve been cheating before ‘I did’” He scoffed and threw his arms up in pitiful defeat. You walked over to the table to finally answer your phone when you saw Tyler’s name about 10 times. Five calls, five voicemails. You dialed your voicemail box to listen and the sound of his voice instantly soothed you.

“I got your voicemail. I don’t know if you’ve heard what’s been happening with me but let’s just say it’s better that you kept your distance. But, I miss you (Y/N), I want you to meet Gerry. Marshall and Cash are whining because they haven’t seen you in a year. I’m sorry about the things I said in the courthouse. I just wanted to know that you were okay and you going back to James didn’t make me feel like you wanted to be okay… I don’t know. I’ll stay out of it or I’ll try to at least. Call me when you get this.”

You wondered what he meant by what had been happening with him but you figured you’d ask him when your head was a little clearer. You hung up your voicemails and dialed your phone, having the best idea you’ve had in a long time -- just take off.

“Hey, can I stay with you for a bit?”

“Of course! I’ve got space”

“Perfect, I’ll see you in a couple days?”

“Okie dokie! Can’t wait!”

You couldn’t stand being in the apartment with James any longer, so you gathered your purse, laptop and coat to head to the Tim’s down the street to book a flight. But not before telling him

“I’m leaving.”

“Fine, bye. See you in an hour” he responded angrily

“I’m going to stay with Diana in San Antonio for a bit. I’ll be back to pack my stuff in a few hours. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. But I don’t expect to be back anytime soon. You can be here when I get back or not, that’s up to you. Either way, I’m leaving.”

“Seriously? Is that your answer to everything?”

“Maybe it will be. It beats sleeping around with hookers”

“It was business!”

“I DO NOT CARE”

“You’re telling me you never slept with anyone in Scotland? Not even Fergus?”

“No. I did not sleep with anyone in Scotland. I’ll admit that maybe I kissed someone once or twice. But it was a peck here or there, at most, because I couldn’t stand to be touched. But, you know, thanks for forgetting that”

“So you did cheat on me”

“My fucking god, James. You can’t win here. So stop trying. You messed up. You cheated. Multiple times, with multiple partners. One or two kisses on my part does not justify your behaviour and it does not give you a pass”

“I just think you should stop being so hypocritical”

“I think you should stop being such a dick”

“I think you should stop being a BITCH!” With that, your blood boiled and something in you snapped. You didn’t want to see his face again for a long time.

“I changed my mind. Don’t be here when I get back”

“You know this is my apartment right? I can take you off the lease and kick you out so fast, you’ll get fucking whiplash”

“I don’t care. Just don’t be here.”

“Fine. I won’t be.”

“Good”

“Great”

“Perfect” you rolled your eyes as he countered every word with another like a child

“Happy Fucking New Year, James” you huffed and stomped out of the apartment.

#Tyler Seguin Imagine #It Had To Be You #It Had To Be You series #Tyler Seguin #some more angst at the end #there's actually a lot of angst

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im-basically-logan · 6 years

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welcome back to the routine of me yelling about the latest sander sides vid! everything will be under the cut but just know there are obviously spoilers.

see you on the other side lmao

they all did that intro all at once???? damn!

MARCO 2.0 FOLKS!!! LOOK AT JOAN’S BEANIE!!!

ALSO KYLE DOING THE THING!!! FOR THE INTRO?? AMAZING!!!

thomas... what are you doing. also Joan’s line of thought is what i thought of first lmao

shoehorn

“... just how weird that was” indeed. look at the nerd risin on in tho!

“feeling it...”

Logan’s groan of frustration to thomas saying “motivated” is a big mood

“now you’re just pandering to my fondness for being told that im right” lmaoooo

logan’s sass is great

i love logan too, thomas

DECEIT HE’S BACK AT IT AGAIN

S L I M E Y B O Y

deceit flipped them off jdkshgjkfdhs

i sure hope he doesnt excrete slime jfc

they actually looked at the painting on the wall omfg. logan being confused by it’s abstract look is hilarious imo

existentialism ACTIVATED

DUSHGJKFDLS THE SIDES ACTUALLY PULL EACH OTHER UP TO SUMMON THEM OH MY GOD

when they were trying to get virgil to come out?? roman was literally pulling him omfggg why

also patton and logan just sorta told him to come out but pulling could still be a thing in that regard but rOMAN TUGGED ON HIM

back on topic--”YOU PULLED MY HAIR”

roman back at it again with the weird phrases!

“I would talk about you in another room” “...fair enough”

YESAAAAAAHH UNDERSTATEMENT MUCH

roman’s facial expressions are amazing

“i think you’re just being a jerk” hgjksd roman’s pouty face lmao

I LOVE TERRENCE’S HANDWRITING??? A LOT???

yay roman complimented logan!!!

“myth of the great manbaby” what the hell roman

when you break the fourth wall column and make everyone uncomfortable

i love the drawing things for roman’s thinking. he is creativity after all

the thing about financial perception is great-- i love listening to logan talk kgdfhgkdfl give us a podcast. (jk jk)

THOMAS TALKING ABOUT THE WITCHER 3 YES

the fact that logan indirectly acknowledges he’s a nerd lmaooo

virgil spawning in and saying “i’m listeninnnnng”

“hi virgil” “sup thomas”

ngl roman, that idea is pretty... bad sorry

“but you just called me a little bratty baby--” “A- DUB DUBGFBBFJK THOMAS”

I LOVE LISTENING TO LOGAN TALK ABOUT EXISTENTIALISM AND QUOTING ALAN MOORE

“holy sh-” THOMAS

is aunt patty a real person??

constantly circling the answer lmao

windshield of diamond...? i mean diamonds can be clear but-

“we’re talking about a car, not a horse” lo... logan it’s a metaphor

“i hope you know that my agreeing to a point i made is not a win for you”

once again i love the little animations

thomas playing an elongated word association game is me tbh

“a.. scripted series” “nods in agreement” KJEHGJDFK THE FOURTH WALL HAS BEEN DESTROYED

WHAT IS ROMAN’S FACE AT 12:00????

nexus... instrument??? oh wait nvm

“quixotic, quarreling. quaaaaaaaaaaaah” and the little shake as he said “im not good at nicknames” lmao

circadian rhythm? who’s she???

ok listen i know logan is right about the sleeping schedule but also??? no?? thanks??

“but twitter!” “tumblr?” “tinder?” “twinster!” JDFKJDS

“my twin kinda looks like you, logan!” REALLY ROMAN?

and then all the remy fans went insane...

“copulating” LOGAN

pancake and pillow fights jffkhgsf

tHOMAS DONT FIGHT PEOPLE WITH PANCAKES-

“BRO-gan” JDSKHASJK didnt thomas say that in a tweet lmao

“okay dad” “y’called?”

“love you patton” “love you thomas”

“BUT A BIG MEAL MAKES ME SLEEPY” oh jeez i’ve never tried doing that and i probably wont-- thanks logan lol

“this snack over here is wondering if you’re finished or not!” roman..?? what??

i love logan’s face when he’s about to start rambling again lmao

i just noticed the amazing sound design for the handwriting effects, kudos to you guys!!

ROMAN NO IT’S NOT-- IT’S NOT ALCOHOL YOU FOOL

“shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots i endorse, are vaccines” agreed but also logan n o

look at his face tho he looks sorta proud of himself

“why are you drinking... out of a blender” "this is the biggest container that i have” th-thomas..??? my god lmao

“but how is it good for you?” “how?” logan is slytherclaw tbh

“CORN! ... to eat”

nice pie chart

roman’s face at 16:06 is a mood

“and health...! facts!”

logan being a literal encyclopedia is amazing... also fairly robotic wouldnt you say (hahaha)

but also roman brushing his teeth immediately after dlsjgdfkl

roman throwing a little temper tantrum lmaooo

“elms need tending..”

i like to think roman just has imagery dancing around for thomas and logan to see in his hand or smth. or he’s awkwardly projecting it idfk

17:43 logan is a mood (i say this a lot bear with me)

once AGAIN! I LOVE THE ART STYLE OF THE ANIMATED PARTS!!!

roman, sorry buddy, but shakespeare plagiarized a lot of things and frankly i believe thats a big no no for you? (remember the originality episode oof)

“FORGET SLEEP” same roman

“then you will care for your friends more than they have ever been cared for in their. entire. LIFE” “yES”

THE CLICHE WESTERN MUSIC JDKF

“i dont know the meaning of the word...” “it means ridiculous” “oh really?” ROMAN??? HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT?

all the other times logan has used preposterous just went over his head????

hasnt roman USED the word preposterous?????

mANTICORE CHIMERA?? OKAY THEN

i go straight to logan’s thinking. roman get the heck out of there? dont fight a chimera with a broken leg plz

“how can you be teaching me so many things but also be so wrong today?” WOW ROMAN LMAO

20:09 Logan...ok listen, somebody just send me a bunch of screenshots of their faces in this video plz

NJKDSFFSJAHKS I LOVE HOW THEY PUT PATTON AS THOMAS’ DAD IN THE FAMILY TREE

“pardon me while i laugh! .... ha” ok the motions before he “laughed” looked oddly like deceit...

ROMAN WIGGLES A LOT

hello yes?? can we get a sander sides soundtrack??? the music while logan explains the worth of living is great

“uber yawn” im sorry roman, w h a t

“rOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” y’gonna... stop....?

ok there we go

DID LOGAN JUST CALL ROMAN A PREP FJKDSHGJFDHK

aww logan’s little smirk

“that sounds cool..” roman is such a dork jkdshfs

DING DING DING IT’S THE LOGINCE TRAIN. also! i want the music SO BADLY

logans little bounce at 23:43 gives me life

awww they’re getting along

the next video thomas was hinting at... the puppet show

also i would’ve mentioned this earlier but i forgot but I THINK THATS A NEW SHIRT? :O

MOXIETY MOMENT!!!

“every dog has it’s day” Virgil: patton n o

“may the force be with you” lmao

patton sounds oddly... solemn? it just sounds slightly lower than patton’s usual voice??? i dunno im reading into things

take it easy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals!

we’re at the end! im so proud of thomas, talyn, and joan! amazin as usual. Also best wishes to Joan’s recovery. they better rest after this

#sander sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #talyn #joan #ts spoilers #spoilers #overviews #why do we get out of bed in the morning #what else are we calling this episode #lo rambles

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Episode 136 : Protection

"I'm a walking heart attack, looking for somebody to happen..."

- Boogieman

Still shut up in the house for the most part, which at least gives me a chance to really dig through my crates, vinyl and otherwise! This month's selection has some great recent records, some older underground favourites, and a mix segment I've been wanting to do for ages - figured this episode was as good a time as any!

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Playlist/Notes

Mac Ayres : Shadows

If nothing else, this enforced time spent in the house has yielded some great musical discoveries. I heard this cut on a DJ Jazzy Jeff Twitch session, and bought it immediately as soon as I found out what it was! Mac Ayers is a singer/songwriter/instrumentalist from Long Island, and if he's already turning out material like this in his early 20s, I can only imagine what it'll be with more experience. This is a highlight on last year's "Juicebox" album, and one that those who enjoy the modern soul sound will almost certainly enjoy!

[DJ Premier] Prhyme : My Calling (Instrumental)

This beat from "Prhyme 2" is so, so good. DJ Premier continues to turn out fresh creations over thirty years since his debut, with more different styles than he's often given credit for. The pianos sound like falling rain, the low end is the solid ground, and everything else fits perfectly around them.

Ski Beatz & Stalley : Gentlemen's Quarterly

Smooth from the lyrics to Ski Beatz' sophisticated production, this is a cut I'd managed to forget about until I rediscovered it in my collection recently. Find it on the "Ski Beatz 24 Hour Karate School Presents Twilight" (snappy!) LP, if you can find a reasonably-priced copy!

LL Cool J ft. Keith Murray, Prodigy, Fat Joe, and Foxy Brown : I Shot Ya (Remix)

A classic from the mid-90s. LL brought in some of the hottest MCs of the time alongside a young Foxy Brown making her on-record debut for a Trackmasters-produced street banger. The "Mr. Smith" album is the source for this often-sampled gem.

O.C. & Organized Konfusion : You Won't Go Far

Unapologetic boom-bap from this all-NYC combination, taken from the second volume of the "New Jersey Drive" soundtrack. Of all the tracks on that release, it's the one that hews closest to the plot of the film itself, which itself makes it a standout in the world of 90s Hip-Hop/R&B soundtracks! OK self-produced this one, and rather than give each MC a verse each, they split each verse between the three of them for more of a tag-team feel.

Rise : Make Sure That We Win

Note: I got this wrong on the voiceover - this is a Beatminerz beat, not DJ Spinna. Spinna produced the excellent "Part of the Game" on the same EP.

Rise is an MC out of Brooklyn and the Demigodz crew, who has a knack for punchlines and quotables within a laid back style - he just seems puzzled by wack MCs most of the time! The Beatminerz provide the beat with the fuzzbox guitars moving all over the soundscape and the classic boom-bap drum style and some sub bass to give it the heft. DJ Evil Dee of Da Beatminerz rounds things out with his cuts for the hook. Grab this and a couple of other great tracks on the 2003 "The Intro..." EP.

Pete Rock : Air Smoove

"Petestrumentals 2" may not become the low-key icon that the first instalment did, but don't sleep on it - it's still Pete Rock on the beats, after all. I keep going back to it and finding myself enjoying tracks more and more, with this being a prime example.

Above The Law ft. 2Pac and Money B : Call It What U Want

I once nearly got into a fight (the other guy was heated) when I off-handedly mentioned that I remembered when 2Pac had been a dancer for Digital Underground - but it was true, and there was never any shame in it! Anyway, it was also with that crew that he made initial strides onto the mic, and after going solo himself, this was one of his first features, alongside Money B from DU. Above The Law's "Black Mafia Life", from which this is taken, is one of the most overlooked albums that could claim the accolade of "classic" when you listen to how it sounded and how early it was made - I strongly recommend that every listener seeks it out for an end-to-end hearing. It's striking to realise that of the four MCs on this cut, only two are still with us today - RIP 2Pac and KMG.

DJ Quik ft. Pharoahe Monch & K.K. : Murda 1 Case

An absolute stomper from Compton's finest, leading with the piano, keeping the drums hard but simple (kicks on 1 and 3 only, snares on 2 and 4), and three MCs going at it. On this clear standout on 2002's "Under Tha Influence", the underrated Quik holds his own against one of the best to pick up a mic, and shows the confidence and intelligence as a producer to know that this was the man to bring in for the closing verse.

De La Soul : Verbal Clap

Many years after their debut, De La remind you that they can get busy on a state-of-the-art thumping beat with no problem - in this case, a masterful creation by J Dilla, one of two on 2004's "The Grind Date". Dave's rhyme style here is extra raw and he dominates by sheer brute force, standing out even on an album where De La sound highly-motivated overall. If you don't yet know it, it's well worth your while to search it out and have a proper listen.

Mr. Scruff ft. Broke 'n' English : Listen Up

Manchester all the way on this track, with the DJ and producer Mr Scruff getting the drumline mad active with a nice bassline, and Strategy and DRS of Broke 'n' English bringing all the local flavour on the mic. This great cut is on the flip of the also-excellent "Nice Up The Function" 12", which is now available digitally - so no difficulty in finding a copy!

[The Neptunes] Busta Rhymes : Pass The Courvoisier, Part II (Instrumental)

A great party beat, one to get people moving even without Busta and Pharrell's vocals!

AZ : Take Care Of Me

From his very first LP, AZ was flowing over soul/R&B samples, so it wasn't a reach for him to make a track like this for "Aziatic", his fourth. Precision soundtracks it with a "no samples" approach which for the non-Bad Boy producers tended to be the move for the club/radio tracks, and it's aged fairly well. AZ's lyrics are definitely reflective of the time - cellphones are so unremarkable in 2020!

Krumb Snatcha ft. Boogieman : Oxygen

Krumb Snatcha is pretty much as rugged as it gets, but here he shows that while he can give you an underground street classic like "Closer To God", there's still time to have fun! This track from his second LP "Respect All, Fear None" isn't what you might expect from KS but I think he did a solid job here. Nottz' beat bumps and burbles with a solid low end, and the guest MC Boogieman, who's already collaborated with him previously, steals the show with a casually disrespectful closing verse - not a particularly technical one, but entertaining!

Mic Geronimo : Nothin' Move But The Money

This record was hated when it came out, of all the tracks in this section, it was the most blatant pander to the pop audience - after all, Puffy (now Diddy) was the producer! This was amplified by the fact that Queens' own Mic Geronimo was a darling of the underground scene after his excellent debut LP "The Natural", and this is a million miles away stylistically. "Vendetta" was a big change, and arguably a bit of a career killer because of it. Have a look at the video - every so often, Mic actually looks pretty uncomfortable!

Goodie Mob ft. Big Boi and Backbone : Get Rich To This

This was the next most derided track when it was released - if someone else had recorded it, it may have been received for what it was, but again, this was a serious sonic whiplash for anyone who had heard "Soul Food" or "Still Standing". It was still Organized Noize on production, still the same MCs (plus guests), but definitely not what people were expecting, by and large. I can't front though - I kind of liked it even then! The "World Party" LP is the source for this one.

[Kenny Dope] L Swift : Ride This (Instrumental)

Crispy clean drums and a nice guitar line are the highlights of this beat from a 2000 12" by one of the MCs from the incredible Natural Elements (now reformed, with L Swift as Swigga). The vocal version features A Butta from NE and the B-side is produced by Spinna, so well worth picking up if you see it!

Toots & The Maytals : Funky Kingston

We close the episode with the title track of the 1973 album by the reggae legend "Toots" Hibbert, who passed away this month at the age of 77, and his band. The throatiness of his delivery on this classic cut does bring to mind the American funk godfather James Brown, but the message and the groove is pure yard. It may be almost fifty years old now, but still moves a dancefloor with ease!

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

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am i the only one who lost complete faith in bellarke the shows been om air for 4 years and the one final opportunity they had to kiss shouldve been right b4 they separated for 6 years they both were walking into their potential deaths and it just makes no sense how there wasnt at least a confession. then i remembered the writers are still pandering to antis who never shut up so it pretty much made me think that legit every small moment that has been given to us is bait for us to stay watching

2/2 you seem like one of the voice of reasons in the fandom and i just had to get it off my chest im just pretty sure the writers are baiting us all along for when they bring you know who back in the series finale or something its so sad bc we stuck around for so long and idk im pretty sure everyone has this feeling that bellarke will never happen so the antis will be happy. i wish theyd realize most of general audience prefers bellarke idk im just sad i wasted my time on this show for 4 yrs

Hello nonny! Not worry I am here to restore your faith in all things canon blarke and s5 is our time! I totally feel your pain, sometimes even I get in those ‘blarke is never gonna fuck what’s even the point’ moods, but i have some long ranting posts ill shoot your way so you have some things to think about and hopefully it'll raise your spirits! (also you saying I'm a voice of reason made me laugh because in all honesty I'm a huge emo mess )

About the kiss being in the s4 finale. at first I really thought it would happen too, since if they think they're gonna die they should confess and make out, except, they didn't think that, at least Bellamy didn't. He thought they were gonna have 5 years of the 2 of them stuck in space to figure it out and be together so he didn't feel the pressure to have to confess before they went up. Clarke probably didn't do anything because she was almost certain she was going to die and she probably didn't want to put all that on Bellamy if he was just going to lose her anyway. Thats especially easy to notice if you pay attention to the face caress scene where she seems light hearted and happy looking at him and then she remembers her mom’s vision. And if you recall there were two separate instances where one of them tried to either confess or say goodbye and the other wouldn't let them (Bellamy before clarke went to the island and Clarke before the head and heart convo). ALSO leaving the confession up in the air gives the opportunity for them to add a lot of conflict with bellamy not getting to tell her going into next season. So when you think about that, it makes a lot of sense for them not to have kissed in the finale.

About the writers pandering to a certain audience, I agree. they name dropped L at unnecessary and excessive points last season to pacify the antis as best as they could. I get it, I hated it, it hurt Clarke’s character, and it wasn’t needed, but like i get what they were trying to do, unsuccessfully. HOWEVER I don't think that'll be a problem going forward. The time jump allows time for Clarke to have grieved and moved on in the last 6 years. She’s not fresh off the loss of a loved one and she’s been able to come into herself and move on essentially. AND the writers have been active on Twitter, and talking about Bellarke for the first time since S2 which is a big deal. They’re out of their Post-L Hibernation and they feel safe, well at least safer, talking about Bellarke on social media, meaning they’ve moved on from trying to pacify the antis in that regard. I think we’re pretty much over seeing them directly pandering to the CL’s at this point.

Running off of that there’s also the scripts that the writers release, which have so far been pretty Bellarke heavy with the “another piece of her soul on the line”, “kill another person who she loves”, every part of the finale scripts and Bellamy’s “heart screaming”. Like... they released a script canonically saying Clarke loves Bellamy (and in a romantic way since the only other person she loved that she killed in canon was Finn). They’re putting it out there.

There’s no way they’re going to bring L back. Jason said she’s dead and not coming back. ABC has said it. And she’s trying to stay as far away from this show and that character as possible right now, she’s moved on she’s not going to come back.

As for baiting, yeah they stretch it out and a lot of people think 4 season is unrealistic, but I say time and time again, when you look at canon slow burns and how long they take, 4 seasons, not even full seasons let me remind you, is child’s play. Mulder and Scully took 7 seasons to kiss and almost the whole 9 seasons to be fully canon on the show. Stiles and Lydia took 6 seasons to be canon, Rick and Michonne took 4ish seasons to go canon (still more episodes than The 100′s current 58). Booth and Brennan, Fitz and Simmons, Harvey and Donna (I see you Ana), Ron and Hermione, they all took years and almost twice as long as Bellarke have. It’s how television works. It’s annoying and it’s unrealistic a lot of the times, but its a trope, it follows a pattern, it’s how television shows grab a certain type of viewers and and ensure that they can keep them for the run of the show. Because it’s widely believed by the tv industry that once the ‘will they won't they’ aspect is gone, viewers lose interest so they string it out as long as they think they can. Whether its true or not thats how it works.

There are also two more major reasons I think, or rather I know, Bellarke are endgame. The 6 Year Separation, and the fact that That’s The Story Jason Is Writing.

I have separate long posts for these on my blog so I’ll be brief and link those for further reading, but to start off, extended separations are romantic tropes. Being separated for years and thinking the other person is or could be dead is a tried and true romantic Hollywood trope. Almost every example of this in entertainment, be it tv, books, or film, has romantic connotations surrounding it. The entire post about it can be found right here, if you want the low down, which I suggest. I list off other examples and proof in it.

Moving towards Jason writing romantic Bellarke, it’s what he’s doing. If you look back at all the pivotal ‘Bellarke’ scenes in the past, Jason or Aaron have written a good portion of those episodes. Jason, the show runner, and Aaron, the guy he was ready to have take over if his other show got picked up. That combined with how many times he’s said that this is ‘Clarke and Bellamy’s story’ and in the past (S1-2) how free he was when speaking about Bellarke on social media. It’s always been the plan. He just likes to pull a Chris Carter (show runner of The X-Files, and the OG JRoth) and try to drag it out and deny it as much as possible. Seriously look up some of the stuff CC has said about Mulder and Scully in the past and it fits the same pattern. You can find the full post right here, where I give quotes and explain everything further.

Taking a turn for a second, you can also think about the fact that tv shows almost NEVER put their big endgame together until the end of the show is approaching, especially if it’s between the two series mains. They don’t give that to you early on, that’s why most bigger ships in tv are at least partially slow burn, they don’t put the big couples together in the first season or two.

And I guess to close out, you can think about the fact that S1 Bellamy is set up as a romantic interest for Clarke from the beginning. His character and their relationship follow the ‘enemy/bad boy isn't actually that bad and actually has a heart and realizes that when he meets the good girl that challenges him’ like come on my guys... they’re set up as a trope from episode 2 when he saves her, and then episode 3 when he stares at her killing Atom and he gets all soft and realizes she’s not who he thought she was. It even comes complete with the jealous canon love interest and the ‘we’ve been through a lot together”

Never mind, I have one more point. Look at the sizzle reel for next season. It’s set up to make Bellarke look romantic or at least intimately connected. I have another long post for that one right here.

I hope that did the trick for reassuring you at least partially and now we can all stew in this hellatus for a few more months before this hell shit returns to us!

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Believer (Alex Summers x reader)

Date of Publication: July 20th, 2017

Notes: I did my best on portraying the military stuff correctly but I have absolutely no prior knowledge of how the U.S. military works. If I screwed any of that up, I’m sorry.

Summary: The horrors of war had become a common sight at that point. Seeing the bullet caught in his dirty flesh was a regular occurrence. The perfectly circular, internally burned hole in his shirt over the chest? Maybe not so much.

Warnings: swearing, I get sort of graphic with descriptions of injuries at times, minor angst, I use she/her pronouns in this one, even though I don’t usually do that?

Saigon, Vietnam//1972

“(Y/N), we’ve got another one.” Peggy called from the next room over. The swelling heat of central Saigon seemed to double in the few moments between cleaning up the current soldier and tending to the next, and all a seventeen year old (Y/N) (Y/L/N) could do to cope with the exhaustion that had begun to set in was let out a huff and wipe away the sweat dripping from her forehead, down to the hairs of her brow and the bridge of her nose with the least dirty handkerchief she had on hand. For a brief moment between cleaning blood from stump limbs and removing bullets from dirtied flesh she had peace. A low groan, however, broke through this peaceful moment as (Y/N) remembered her duties once more, shaking out of her trance and following Peggy’s call through the high archway between the chambers.

“What’ve we got, Peg?” She asked the other woman, re-tying her hair away from her face. The woman who was just a few years older than her seems to have aged ten years in the two years she’s been nursing in the war. Sweat dripped from her face and neck down to the collar of her uniform as she and another nurse who (Y/N) did not know hoisted another wounded soldier from the arms of the others onto a gurney.

“Took a bullet to the left shoulder not too far from here. He’s probably dehydrated. Doesn’t look too deep; Should be an easy one to take out.” Peggy replied. (Y/N) stretched up almost desperately, trying to see the damage, and possibly (usually depending on how severe the wounds are) the man behind them. “Laurie, fetch me-”

Peggy’s speech was drowned out by the booming resonance of another explosion. This was a frequent occurrence around here, with the noise often times being too loud to even hear yourself think, sometimes hearing screams or curses to accompany them and not allowing yourself do anything but maybe flinch. Though you always try not to flinch. Nurses aren’t supposed to flinch, the soldiers need their strength. Another boom, and a pair of snapping fingers before your eyes broke you out of your trance. “(Y/N). (Y/N)?”

“I’m so sorry, Peggy. What can I do for you?” You replied, straightening your spine and stepping into the empty space around the gurney which Laurie left. (Y/N) finally got the chance to see the man she was tending to, and was almost more shocked by his almost decent condition than she had been by some of the real horrors and tragedies that had come through here in the past.

“See if any surgeons are available.”

“I checked just a few moments ago for another man and there aren’t. It may be hours before a doctor can get to him, Peg’.”

Peggy, for a brief moment clenched her eyes shut and furrowed her eyebrows, though the expression was as soon gone as it came. Nurses aren’t supposed to get don’t get overwhelmed out here. They aren’t supposed to. The soldiers need our strength.

(Y/N)’s gaze fell from Peggy’s baby blues back to the man resting on the gurney, allowing herself to take a proper look. There was of course the small hole in his shoulder, blood seeping through the cloth of his uniform around the gash, though even more surprising was the large hole in the center of his shirt which seemed to have been burned away somehow. The flesh below the burnt hole was unwounded, and absent of any scars, though caked in dirt and the drying blood from the wound in his shoulder. She saw the man shift slightly and diverted her gaze back to the woman before her.

“Very well,” she sighed. Peggy swallowed the knot that had formed within her throat. “We’ll do what we can…”

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) stood beside an operating table as she watched each stitch be placed through the skin of the same man from before.. His body temperature was extraordinarily warm by the time they got to him, and the nurses debated over whether it was an infection or a fever from being out in the open jungle for being so long. Every so often she would remove the damp rag from his forehead, soak it in the bowl of cold water beside her, and wring it out, placing it on his forehead again, but she mostly watched deliberately, checking every so often to see if he had stirred at all in his sleep. This was the first opportunity she had to look at more than just his injuries, and she took every second of it to advantage. He was blond, the sharp angles of his face giving him an almost angelic look within the light. He was still dirty, sweat, dirt, and blood spackled his face and the parts of his body which weren’t cleaned for surgery, and in his sleep he held a troubled expression, though despite all of this he was still quite handsome. (Y/N) reached for his dog tags, reading the inscription within the metal.

SUMMERS,

ALEXANDER C.

971-92-4845

B POS.

NO PREFERENCE

“Alexander Summers,” She whispered to herself, though not even she could hear it over the noise. “No preference…” Certainly not something she sees frequently. The final stitch was being placed as she switched her gaze, and she readied herself to return Mr. Summers’ body to the gurney once again, and get him to an available bed. A nod from the person who gave the stitches and she was placing her arms beneath him once more. “Joyce, ready?”

“Yes.” the middle-aged woman on the opposite side replied. “One, two, three-” The two women transferred him to the gurney, and wheeled him out.

“Mr. Summers?” A voice said. Alex thinks he heard a voice say anyways. He honestly couldn’t tell, and he hasn’t opened his eyes yet, which he thinks is a perfectly good thing because it means he might be dead, but then he hears the voice again, clearer. He hears it louder. “Mr. Summers, can you hear me?” It’s a woman’s voice, and it’s loud, but it’s also so gentle and soft and almost reassuring, and he thinks that maybe it’s some sort of angel and maybe he really is dead even though part of him knows he’s not, yet the angel nearly makes him smile. Alex almost forgets where he is before he hears a boom, and knows damn well where it came from, and Alex almost cries when everything comes back together, but he doesn’t. Men aren’t really supposed to cry. They especially aren’t supposed to cry if they’re soldiers. “Mr. Summers, can you hear me?” The angel asked again, but before Alex responds, he hears the voice say “Pam, I’m not sure if he can hear me. He’s alive, but he’s not respondi-” The angel says he isn’t dead, so Alex has to say something.

“I can hear-” He groans out, moving to sit up and beginning to open his eyes.

“No, no, no. Stay down. Stay down.” She replied, gently placing her hand over his chest, and pushing softly to reinforce her request.

The feeling of the angel’s hand on his chest almost makes Alex want to cry again, and Alex pleads to himself, and then to every higher power of every religion he could think of that he doesn’t hurt her. Hearing this woman’s voice care for him, and comfort him when the last thing he remembered before this moment was this fucking war, and he doesn’t doubt for a second that after he wakes up, he’ll be caught up in more of this fucking war, may be the single best thing that has occurred in his life. Alex thanked them all once he felt her touch lift off of his body.

Alex finally gets his eyes open and the first thing he sees is blinding yellow light directly in his eyes, bringing up the debate as to whether or not he’s actually dead once more in his mind. A sharp pain cut through his left shoulder and his eyes clamped shut once again as he tried his damndest not to wince. “Pam, turn that off.” The angel snapped, and the light was gone, leaving his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the area.

“Pam- oh, sorry- Pam, we need a midwife, are you busy?”:

“No, I’m available- Sorry, (Y/N/N)- where is she, Laurie?” A voice beside him replied, but it isn’t the same voice, and Alex’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes adjusted.

“It’s quite alright. Go on” The angel called to the woman, Pam, as Alex’s newly adjusted eyes watched her leave. His stare shifted to the woman behind the voice, and nearly, just nearly, smiled at the sight before him. If he had thought she sounded like an angel, then he was in for one hell of a surprise when he saw her face. She looked... heavenly. What better way was there to describe an angel woman?

“Um, hi…” Alex greets her and he physically cringed, and he wondered whether it was the pain of trying to move his left arm again or at how horribly weird he sounded.

“Oh-” She muttered. (Y/N) put a smile on her face while she turned her attention back to the wounded man beside her. “Hello,” She greeted him. “Mr. Summers, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m a nurse. You were wounded in your left shoulder. Do you know where you are?” Alex grunted, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt his arm.

“I’m still in ‘Nam, I figure?” He replied, cringing once more at allowing himself to be a smartass.

‘Yes, sir, you are. Do you still know what year it is?” She asked him. Alex feels his hair combed out of his face by the soft touch of the angel woman, whose name he now knows is (Y/N). Without even trying, he felt his eyes shut at how comforting (Y/N)’s fingers felt against his scalp. His pandering prayers of mercy against the woman before him were recited to himself once more, and his head shamelessly sank into her touch.

“It’s- ah- It’s ‘72.”

“It is. Good, and do you know the date?”

“I know the month, but I’m not so sure of the- the numbers.” Alex mentally scolded himself again at sounding so stupid in front of (Y/N), the angel.

“Okay, wonderful, and what month is it?”

“It’s October, right?”

“Yes it is, and do you remember your name?”

“Mmh- It’s Alex Summers. Unless you want my full name?”

“That’ll be enough, Mr. Summers.” (Y/N) replied, smiling softly. The piercing deep blue of his eyes bore into hers with an emotion that she couldn’t place. “Well, good news, nothing was permanently damaged, and your wound doesn’t go too deep at all, so aside from some nerve damage, you should be just fine in matter of time. You can’t fight in your condition, however, and if you tear a seam you might get an infection, tear a major artery, or much worse, so you’re going to be here for quite some time.” Alex felt euphoric upon hearing he wouldn’t have to fight anymore.

“I understand, ma’am.Thank you for everything.” Alex replied, voice leaking with enthusiasm. By this point, his smile had been fully present on his face without his knowledge, and seeing it made (Y/N) giggle to herself.

“Please, sir, don’t be so saddened.” She chuckled. Slowly, Alex’s smile turned to a faint smirk as he gazed back at his angel, (Y/N).

“Can you blame me?” He remarked. “Stuck in here, not fighting, with no permanent injuries,” He dramatically rested his good arm over his chest. “And to make things worse, having a beautiful woman caring for me as I recover? Ma’am, how do you expect me to live?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find some way to cope with such terrible news,” (Y/N) joked, a smirk growing on her face to match his. “Until then, could I get you anything? Food, water, fresh bandages?”

“Um, water would be nice, if you don’t mind?”

“Sir, of course I don’t mind. It’s my job.” She smiled. “Be right back.”

“Fuck, wha’ happened?” Alex groaned. The pain in his left shoulder now searing. Alex had been there just over a month, and the pain that had just started to get better seemed to be burning through his body, twice as worse at it was before.

“You tore a seam.” He heard someone sigh. He knew it was her. The other nurses that cared for him came and went. Alex could hardly remember the names of any of the other ones, but he would always know (Y/N)’s voice.

He would always know (Y/N).

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did. Was it at all because you put weight on your bad arm?”

“It… might’ve been” He mumbled.

“You mean, after I specifically told you not to?” She emphasized. Alex huffed in defeat whilst (Y/N) took a seat on the plastic crate beside his bed. He avoided her eye contact, even after she placed a hand over his good arm. This was (Y/N)’s time to huff, and she smirked ever so slightly as she began running her hands through his golden locks, a weakness only she seemed to know he had.

Alex tried relentlessly to stay mad at her. He swears he did. Though the moment her fingers began to run through his hair he was putty in her hand once again. “Dude- Sir, with all due respect, you can’t mess around with your shoulder like that. If that hole gets any deeper, or any wider, it could kill you. That wound is right above your heart, and-” (Y/N) paused for a moment to check for anyone eavesdropping. She deemed the coast clear, but lowered her voice so only Alex could hear her words. “-and if you were to tear something major, we don’t really have the tools or the people to fix that sort of thing. That’s major surgery.”

“‘m sorry, (Y/N).”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. Just be careful next time, okay?” Alex nodded, a calmed smile stretched across his face when her fingers scrape across his scalp. “Thank you. Get some rest. It’s late and you need it.”

As (Y/N) began to stand, Alex grabbed her hand, making her freeze in place.

“Wait,” She quirked a concerned eyebrow in response, hoping that Alex could see it in the dark. “Did anything, uh, happen after I tore my stitches?” A heavy sigh left her lips, and she moved to sit at the foot of Alex’s bed.

“So, I could lie to you, pretend that I don’t know what you’re talking about and tell you the redundantly obvious, but that would only make your condition worse, I think, so I’m going to be honest with you. You deserve for me to be honest with you.” She whispered. Alex could feel his heart drop out of his chest before she had even said what happened. Once he realized that she could possibly now know the one thing he had never wanted her to, he felt almost sick. She finished her thought before he had the chance to throw up, thankfully. “So, about halfway through stitching you back up, your chest started to get rather… warm. At first I thought it could’ve been an infection of some sort, but then it started to get… red. Like, glowing red.” She explained. “Now, before you start to panic, I don’t think anybody but myself saw, and you don’t have to worry about me. I, um, I am one myself, so-” Alex bit his tongue as she spoke, yet he still couldn’t helping himself from asking the obvious question.

“One what?” He needed to hear the words.

“A-” she checked for late-night listeners once more even though almost everyone around them was sound asleep. “A mutant.” She whispered. His heart nearly exploded in that moment, as his hand reached to properly hold hers, rather than awkwardly grabbing it. She smiled at the gesture and wrapped her fingers around his.

“(Y/N), thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” Her small smile bloomed into a full blown beautiful grin and Alex swore his heart actually did burst that time.

“Sure thing, Alex.” Okay, he was wrong, this time, hearing her call him by name, hearing his name said in her voice, seeing her happy, this was when his heart burst.

“One more question?”

“It’s late, but sure.”

“How did you end up here?”

“What, like in ‘Nam?” Alex nodded. “I was finishing school when I saw a flyer asking for volunteers, and I jumped at the chance. You know, I lost a brother in Vietnam just last year so when I saw the chance to help others like him, I wanted to take it. It ended up causing a big fight with my dad, actually, but I believe in what I’m doing, and I believe that what I’m doing is right, so I’m still here regardless of what happens to me back home.”

“Shit…” He muttered. “I uh-”

“How’d you end up here?”

“Me? I was drafted.” He stammered.

“Oh, sorry, I meant how did you end up here. Here in the- well I guess this is sort of a hospital. How did you wind up getting yourself hurt?” She inquired. A gentle smile graced her lips, and just looking at her, taking in her beauty in the dim light of the room, screamed at Alex not to tell her his sins. He couldn’t scare her away like that. He couldn’t bring up the horrible truth of his actions. He’s already decided that what he’s done won’t go unpunished if there is a higher power out there. Alex has never been a believer, yet he lived each day of his life in fear.

Alex Summers was never a believer, yet each night he had been in there, in her care, recovering from what had to be the first act of vengeance, he prayed. He thanked every higher power of every religion he knew of for giving him her. He thanked them for what he believed to be a second chance at being happy, and forgiving, and normal. With her, Alex could almost feel normal again, even after everything he had done. She was hopeful and loving, and the only faith he’d ever truly known.

This woman had saved his soul, and Alex Summers did not deserve to be saved.

Alex brought her hand up to his lips, planting a small peck to her knuckles, and instantaneously covered the area with his own hand, as if it would fly away if he didn’t keep it there.

“That’s a story for another time, babydoll.” he answered, keeping his voice barely above a whisper to hide any trace of his shame. (Y/N) smiled a little wider, trying to hide her fluster at his pet name, and placed her free hand over his.

“I’ll be waiting.” She joked. “Until then, get some rest. And take these,” (Y/N) placed a few orange pills in Alex’s free hand. His fingers curled around them, carefully moving them to his mouth and swallowing them dry, watching her wince as he did so. He chuckled at her scrunched up face, and moved to kiss her knuckles once more.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Saigon, Vietnam// New Year’s Eve, 1972

“Thank god.” Alex muttered. (Y/N) handed him a metal canteen of water, and held her fist downwards, inviting him to sneakily take the pills from beneath her fingers. Alex held his hand open and she dropped the pills into his waiting palm. “Thank you, Miss (Y/N), you’re a doll.”

“So you say.” She teased, sitting at the foot of his bed. Alex sat upright, careful not to use his nearly-healed-yet-still-hurting This had become a sort of routine for them. (Y/N) works most of her assigned shift for the day, takes pain pills to Alex about 30 minutes before it ended, sits at the edge of his bed, and they talk. “So,” She begins. “Tell me about your little brother. Scott, was it?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how much there really is to say. I’m almost twenty years older than him, and we were never really close like brothers are supposed to be.”

“That’s unfortunate. Do you write to him?”

“Sometimes, yeah. In my mind, the less he knows, the better. I think he would be about…” He trailed off in thought, counting the age difference between himself and his only sibling on his fingers. “About six or seven, I think.” He paused to let out a hefty sigh, breaking his watch on (Y/N)’s face to stare at the floor desperately working to push his emotions back. “A six year old’s not gonna understand where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing all his life. It’s not fair to him.” (Y/N) gave him a sad smile, reaching to entwine her fingers with his.

“Well, I’m not going to lie to you, because lying’s not what I do-”

“You must not be a very good nurse, then.” He joked, playfully tapping their interlocked hands on her knee. Instead of laughing, though she furrowed her brows and pouted slightly as she shook her head.

“No, I do alright, but I don’t want to fill anyone with any sort of false sense of hope, you know? If I say you’ll be fine, I mean it, unless something changes, in which case I’ll tell you that too. It just kind of bothers me when these men are on the brink of death, and someone tells them ‘oh, you’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.’ because they won’t be fine, and were I in their position, I would want to know the truth. I’m always honest with them, because I want them to know they should work to make the most of these remaining days. You know, write to their loved ones, pray to their gods, make arrangements-”

“What kind of arrangements?”

“You know, funeral plans, inheritance, life insurance, whatever may be in their will. Those sorts of things.” She answered. “You know, it gets hard sometimes, seeing the things I do around here, hearing the things they say and seeing the things they do during their final days. Some time before you came here, there was a man who lost an arm, and came too late for us to help. A lethal infection had already set in, and he had lost a lot of blood, so by the time he got to us, and try as we might, we couldn’t do anything about it, so of course I told him of the news, and he spent nearly every moment of his last days praying. He would only ever take breaks to eat or sleep. I’d hear him beg for his wife to be happy and taken care of, for his children to grow up strong and healthy and successful, even without their daddy to take care of him. I’d hear him beg for his family to know he loves them. It was heartbreaking. It was so, horribly tragic, and I couldn’t do anything but watch. There were so many times where I wanted to cry to someone, to anyone, and tell them about how sad this man was, or how affected I seemed to be, even though I wasn’t supposed to be, but I couldn’t. I can’t I’m not supposed to cry.”

“Why not?”

“None of us are. It’s one of the first things we’re told when we get here, is that nurses aren’t supposed to cry, because these men need our strength. And when they need our support, we can really only share passing mournful looks and quick, quiet whispers at how mournful we all are.” Alex simply nodded, hoping he didn’t seem insensitive to her. She seemed to read his mind somehow because she began stroking his thumb with her own in a way that told him he didn’t. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture trying to cover any sadness she had allowed to slip through the cracks. “Anyway, as I was saying before, lying’s not what I do, so I honestly can’t understand your disconnect to your brother. Why would you think it’s best to not write to him? He writes to you sometimes, you know. Where would you have ‘been’ those six years?”

“I…” He began, pausing to think through his next words. “I- fuck-”

“Alex, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push, I just-”

“No, no, it’s okay. I, uh, I was in prison for some time, because I had… hurt people.”

“Intentionally?”

“Well, sort of…” (Y/N)’s eyebrows rose, though her motions over his thumb continued. “I did… mean to hurt them, but not as badly as I actually ended up hurting them. My powers were sort of uncontrollable at the time, so I ended up in a government penitentiary by the time I was about 15. At first I asked for solitary, because I felt bad- fuck (Y/N), I felt so bad- and I didn’t want to hurt anybody else like I did then. They wouldn’t give it to me in the beginning, so I did what I had to do to earn it. I hurt more people to keep me from hurting more people.” Alex finished with a sad chuckle.

“Well,” She started, moving her available hand up to tuck a loose strand of Alex’s messy and slightly overgrown hair behind his left ear. “Your brother still loves you,” She brought their joint hands up to her lips “and despite what you know,” She placed a kiss to the smooth back of his hand. “Or, rather, what you think you know,” She rubbed a gentle circle over the area. “Scott undoubtedly still loves you even after you’ve done some things you aren’t proud of.” She disjoined their hands and took his in both of hers, rubbing the scarred knuckles with her thumbs. “And you’re right, he is too young to really understand those sorts of things.” She placed a kiss to the first knuckle. “But,” The second knuckle. “If he’s too young to get those things, I don’t see why you wouldn’t take advantage of that and try to be better.” The third. “So in time, when he is old enough to understand those sorts of things, he can say ‘Well that’s not my Alex.’” And the fourth,. She rubbed the same circles over his knuckles with her thumb. “And of course it’ll be the same Alex. You can’t change your past, obviously.” She moved on to kissing his fingers. “But your future is mostly in your hands.” The tips of his fingers. “So when little Scott hears about you and says ‘Well, that’s not my Alex.’ he can mean it, because that’s a different version of his brother than the one that he knows.” The inner part of his wrist. “He’s changed.”

Alex couldn’t do much more than stare at her hands. He traced her every feature with his eyes as she pressed small pecks to the curves of his good hand, leaving no place unmarked. He stared at her as if he was hearing the word of the lord, and goddamn it he would take it as gospel. Alex Summers was never a believer for a moment in his life, but (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a goddess of a woman, and every word she spoke was his revelation.

Alex Summers was not once a believer, but that was okay, because all of his faith was held within (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Alex knew that if there was a heaven out there, he wasn’t welcome within a hundred miles of the gates, but in this little sliver of time he had with her, that was okay with him. This moment he had with her was better than any pearly gated eternity anybody had to offer, anyways.

Alex Summers is not a believer, but (Y/N) (Y/L/N) looked absolutely immaculate that warm December night. The soft glow from the lamp by Alex’s bedside gave her a glow that was angelic in the purest sense of the word. Alex knew damn well that he didn’t deserve the sliver of divinity that he was delivered, though that stopped him none from wanting more. Alex wanted everything that there was to offer, and he could feel her warm breath over his hand, and as she moved her lips down his fingers to his wrist and kissed him there he felt a fire burning every inch her kiss reached, yet still craved whatever more this otherworldly woman had to give. She giggled a bit and lifted her head to meet his stare. His eyes bore holes within her own, and she playfully raised a curious eyebrow. A small smirk graced her features, hoping to get at least a smile out of him, but his expression remained the same. He seemed focused, as if he was concentrating on each individual hair on her head, each inch of her skin, each curve of her nose and lips and everything her eyes held within them. “What?” She asked him.

Alex Summers wanted everything she had to offer,

He desperately craved everything she had,

Alex had truly known what it meant to want it all in that moment,

So he kissed her.

He heard the word come from her mouth in a harmonious concern, and decided to keep himself waiting no longer. He had hurriedly reached his bad hand up to cup her jaw, and ignored the pain of moving his shoulder almost entirely as he brought his lips over hers.

And he kissed her.

He kissed her as if she would disappear the moment he pulled away, and held onto her as if she was made of sand, as if he would shatter her if he dared to do anything more. And he waited, praying that she wouldn’t push him away and run from him in anger, and tell him that he had ruined yet another good thing that was in his reach, and that he was right about himself all along. And he waited.

And he waited.

And he panicked.

And she kissed him back.

She moved her hand to his shoulder and kissed him as if this were her last. She kissed him with so much passion that she felt like she was in an old Hollywood movie, and she held onto him as if he would blow away in the wind if she didn’t anchor him to her. And she loved him. She knew she loved him more than she had ever loved before, and convinced herself that she could never love another as she does right now.

And he pulls away from her, a dreamy smile on his lips. She furrows her eyebrows at him, yet still can’t help but at least smirk in return.

“Are you an angel? You must be an angel.” Alex asked, almost giddily.

“What?” She giggled, reaching for his hand once again, and using her free one to push him down on his bed once again.

“Are you? You have to be, because you showed up after a situation where I could have died, and you’re doing all these good things to me, trying to set me back on the straight and narrow. And it seemed to be in the time where I needed someone like you the most. I think when you take account to the the circumstances, you may be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He drawls, squeezing her hand in his.

“Get some sleep, Alex.” She chuckles. “I think you need it.”

“Sure thing, doll.” He promised. (Y/N) bent down, moving to kiss his forehead, though Alex swiftly tilted his head up to meet her lips with his own instead. (Y/N) sighed, yet kissed him once more on the lips, and again on the crown of his head as she intended.

“Good night.” She muttered

“Good night, gorgeous.”

“Get some sleep.”

“I love you.” Alex blurted, and she giggled.

“Tell me that in the morning. Good night.”

“Up and at ‘em, Sleeping Beauty. I’ve come with good news.” (Y/N)’s voice rippled through his ears, stirring him from his already light slumber. Blurred memories of the night before swam through his head, and the second he felt (Y/N)’s weight shift on his bed, he couldn’t help but grin broadly at her form. He opened his eyes a bit wider, rubbed the sleep from them, and noticed her expression that screamed ‘anxious mess’ to him.

“That’s not a good news kind of face.” He groaned. (Y/N)’s placed her tiny hand over his broad chest in a silent way of asking him to stay down, yet Alex disregarded her wishes completely, lifting himself up by the elbows and taking her hands in his. “What’s wrong? This isn’t about last night is i-”

“Shh, you’ll get us in trouble. No, this isn’t about that. It really is good news, Alex. I guess I’m just being selfish? I should have known better.”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” She stressed, squeezing one of his hands in hers. “Nothing is wrong, Alex. I’m being sent home on Wednesday.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m being sent home on Wednesday,” She repeated. “And you’re being transferred.”

“To where?”

“You’re being moved to a camp further South. It’s run by a guy named W. Stryker, and they didn’t say why they were moving you, just that you were healthy enough to leave, and this guy needed you. And I thought I had known a lot about all these different camps, but I guess not because I’ve never heard of this one before, or this W. Stryker, but I’m concerned. They just sent another guy to him a couple days prior, he called himself Toad, and I still haven’t heard any reason to not be suspicious.”

“And where are you going?”

“I’m going back to my family in New York. Maybe start looking at places to live, because I’m not so sure I’ll be welcomed back with open arms. Finish school, maybe?”

“Will you write to me?”

“Of course. Do you want some help getting your stuff together?”

“Yeah…” He replied. His eyes overflowed with sadness, but he wasn’t going to cry. He should have known better. “That would be nice.”

He should have known.

Westchester, New York//March 23rd, 1983

“It smells pretty old in here. Is this a school or a museum?” A young Scott Summers remarked. The hand across his shoulders carefully navigated the blindfolded boy down the short set of steps into the next room.

“One more,” The hand directed, “And last one- oh,” Navigation didn’t go quite as well as a much older Alex Summers had hoped, watching as Scott bumped into a young redheaded girl crossing his path. She outstretched her hand, levitating her books and papers within inches of hitting the floor and neatly stacking them within her arms once more. She gave him a cold, angry gaze, though she knew he couldn’t see.

“I can’t.” Scott said aloud, trying to follow the direction of the voice he’d just heard.

“Who’re you talking to?” Alex asked, returning his broad hand to his brother’s shoulder.

“Me.” The redheaded girl snapped.

“I just heard you in my head.” The younger Summers boy marveled.

“I’m telepathic, I read minds.” She retorted, sarcastically.

“Yeah, well stay out of mine.” He snapped back.

“Don’t worry, Scott, there’s not much to see.”

“Hey, wait,” He called as he heard her footsteps grow further and further away. “I didn’t tell you my name!”

“No, you didn’t.” She called back, angrily storming out of the room. Alex chuckled breathily at the interaction, turning his head away.

Hank McCoy climbed down the large staircase, several large manila envelopes and file folders in his hand, and a young woman with a bright smile by his side.

“- but I’m still not sure about how well that would go over with Charles. What do you think, (Y/N)?” Hank had asked her, though for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to fully listen to his plans for these final few months of school there were.

“I think it’s a good idea. Ask him about it, and if you need me to back you up, let me know.” She answered, absentmindedly. Her eyes had a sort of dreamy gloss over them as she watched a blindfolded boy she didn’t recognize step into the room below, guided by a blond man. She continued to stare as the blindfolded boy had run into a redheaded girl she knew quite well, smiling just a tad as she levitated her papers back into her arms. She heard the boy speak to nobody in particular and giggled to herself as he got to know Westchester’s own redheaded fury that was the telepath, Jean Grey.

“-and of course I want the be- Is that Alex?” Hank’s question snapped her out of her trance, though he had already left her on the stairs to greet the blond that stood at the bottom. “Alex Summers!” The name sent a spark down her spine, though she quickly brushed it off and tried to watch Hank from her place on the stairs.

“Hank McCoy!” The blond man boomed, reaching out to shake her friend’s hand.

The voice.

(Y/N) slowly climbed the stairs to the large platform in which the single staircase broke off into two, still trying to look without being seen. “This is my brother, Scott.”

Scott. She thought to herself. It couldn’t possibly be…

“Hey, Scott. I’m Hank McCoy, I’m one of the teachers here.” Hank greeted. (Y/N) climbed the stairs a little lower, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.

It’s not him. She tried to convince herself. What are the chances of seeing him again after, what, ten years? Just go down there and wait for Hank. You probably seem creepy by now.

Alex pat his younger brother’s back. He flickered his eyes from Scott to Hank and back again as his old friend introduced himself.

“So where’s the professor?” He asked Hank, ignoring his answer over the sound of high-heeled steps on the wooden stairs. He glanced up at the source of the noise, but didn’t pay it much mind. “Sorry, what?”

“I said he’s in the East wing, second floor. Probably teaching a class right now. You want to go check?” Hank repeated. The woman from before stepped down the final stair and stood by the rail post, watching Hank explain himself again.

“Sure,” Alex stated, turning his head entirely to have a proper look at the woman beside his old friend. She meticulously listened to his each word, only breaking her gaze to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, which was when Alex caught a proper look at her face.

Her face. He thought to himself. God, she looks so much like her. Thinking of her again made him let out a single breathy laugh. Wonder what she’s doing now…

Hank noticed Alex’s stare and turned his head in curiosity, only to be met with (Y/N)’s focused stare. He jumped a bit, but nodded in her presence.

“Oh, (Y/N).” He noted.

(Y/N). Alex mused. Hm... Nah, couldn’t be.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to take them to find Charles, but I’ll be back.”

“Take your time,” She insisted. Alex’s eyes doubled in size. “I’ll be around.”

That voice. It was older, and a bit lower, but he could still recognize that voice in a crowded room to this day.

“Alright,” Hank nodded, “I’ll be back. Come on, Scott.” Alex opened his mouth, but couldn’t find the right words to say. He shut it and looked back to Hank and Scott, now walking up the stairs he had just come down from. He turned back to (Y/N), who watched them with a curious expression. An expression he had memorized.

“Actually, go on. I’ll catch up to you guys in a bit.” Alex called, quickly running his hands through his hair and smoothing his jacket.

“You sure?” Hank called back. Alex turned to gaze at (Y/N), who had just turned to walk out of the room.

“Yeah.” He replied softly. “Yeah, I am.”

“Excuse me.” Alex called, quickening his steps to catch up to the woman. “Excuse me. Excuse me, miss-” (Y/N) quickly turned around, catching sight of the tall blond man from before, rushing towards her. Upon looking at his face properly for the first time and gasped. Her shock quickly turning into a small smile as he approached her. “You look familiar. Are you an angel?” He had asked her, nervously brushing his hair from his face. “You must be an angel.” She laughed, taking his free hand between her own.

“So you say.” She teased, lacing their fingers together. “What are you doing here, Alex?”

“I came to bring my brother here.” He answered excitedly. “What are you doing here?”

“I actually work here now.” (Y/N) replied. “How long are you going to be here?”

“I- ah, look. It’s been forever, and I’ve missed you every day since you left, so we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but I’ve got to go find my brother. Could I pick you up tonight and we can finish this later? Maybe over dinner?”

“I’d like that.” She giggled. He grinned back and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Great,” He pressed another kiss there. “Pick you up at seven?”

“I’ll be counting the seconds.” (Y/N) commented. Alex began walking away, though (Y/N) squeezed on to his hand before they fully broke away and pulled him back to her. “Oh, and Alex?”

“Yeah, doll?”

(Y/N) promptly cupped his jaw in her hand and pressed her lips to his.

“I missed you.”

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A Totally Objective and Unemotional Recap of Teen Wolf Episode 6x12: Raw Talent

@wellsjahasghost hasn’t gotten a chance to watch the episode yet, so I told her I’d write her a recap, and....... yeah, this is about as far from objective as it gets.

friends, i really hated this episode, and this recap is almost entirely negative, so if you really liked the episode, you probably want to skip this post lol. if you're also bitter and want to enjoy 2.5k of someone else ranting, please read on!

The real title of this text post:

Anya Discusses Plot Holes, #recycledplotlines, and Casual Racism in Episode 6x12

*ahem*

The show begins. The0 R@eken, sleeping in his car because he is homeless and friendless and irredeemable, is awoken multiple times, in multiple locations and at multiple times of day, by police officers rapping on his window and telling him to get up and leave. It takes me three minutes to figure out that it's him for sure because he's grown out his hair a bit to look more Boyish, Unkempt, and Vulnerable and I can no longer tell white boys on Teen Wolf apart. By the time I've reached 95% certainty that it is, in fact, the white boy who literally killed Scott and is still stanned by tw fans everywhere, he's waking up in the middle of the night to a spider crawling on his hand. He watches it, fascinated and unafraid, probably because he's like "yo this thing looks as evil as I am lolol." Then the spider burrows under his skin.

Cue The0 breaking into Deaton's vet office to stab the spider crawling around in his back with a scalpel and pull it out of him. Cue me gagging. Then the spider disappears in a puff of black smoke/gunpowder dust bc like... why not.

The police montage continues. And continues. I'm bored. Then - gasp! - the next police are nOt In fAcT CoPs bUt mEN wItH gUnS wHo wAnT To kiLL thE0. They shoot into his car repeatedly, and the scene ends.

(This would be a good cliffhanger if tw trailers didn't already show him appearing in future episodes smh.)

I refuse to watch the episode again, so I'm just going to say that I'm pretty sure the mcmartate scene is next. I'm not going to recap it fully because it was actually pretty good and this recap is not about Accuracy, it's about Salt. In short, the Scott laser scene happens but it turns out that the lasers were actually police flashlight beams (why were they in the woods?!?! who the heck knows. oh wait p@rrish exists, i forgot. maybe he told them about getting beat up by a hellhound wearing matching boxer briefs) and he was hallucinating. he's panicked enough to wolf out before he realizes it's a hallucination and the entire police department sees his eyes glowing red. great great great my son is hallucinating yET AGAIN, i really needed him to suffer more. also he pockets the Argent bullet shell case and mcmartate decides to talk to Chris Argent before they involve Papa Stilinski.

Mcmartate is a Good group. "Maybe this episode won't be so bad," I think.

*sighs*

idk what order the next scenes happen in, so i'm just going to tackle each subplot separately lol.

2.0:

Mason and Liam are chatting in the boys' locker room before lacrosse practice about the supernatural evil threatening Beacon Hills, surrounded by tons of freshmen who could easily overhear them. Liam's giving an extra practice to the freshmen so they have a chance of making first line, even though Mason thinks this is foolish. Liam explains that Brett is helping him, which makes no sense, but I don't mind because this sequence happens:

M: Brett? Incredibly... HOT Brett, with the 8-pack abs?

L (sounding mildly disgruntled... iS SOMEONE JEALOUS R U SURE UR STRAIGHT KIDDO): Pretty sure it's just Brett.

M: He has an 8-PACK. Do y- do you know how hard it is for the human body to have an 8-pack??? *music swells dramatically and then cuts off* ...God.

Also, at the end, Liam tosses Mason over his shoulder and carries him out of the locker room because he was accidentally discouraging the freshmen.

This is the best scene in the episode.

Next, both Liam and Corey failing to do a decent job at playing lacrosse. This is ostensibly an extra practice for the freshmen, and yet Brett, Liam, and Corey are the only ones playing. Brett outclasses them both in looks, swagger, and skill. Liam has no control as usual and Brett tells him to get it together. Audience reaction: Writers are recycling Liam's s4 plotline bc they ran out of ideas for his character; Brett is so clearly superior to Corey that we don't understand why Mason and Corey didn't break up during the hiatus so Brason could happen. Also, guidance counselor watches Brett score on Corey and hears Corey reply, "Wait, I'm not actually invisible right now, am I?" Nice subtlety, Corey.

Liam is pissed bc #recycledplotlines and punches out a locker. Somehow stays there all day because by the time Mason and Corey go to find him, it's after dark??? And since it's summer, it must be like 9:30??? "We need to study for a history test" hOW IS THE SCHOOL STILL OPEN THIS LATE i will never understand.

Oh yeah I forgot, while Liam was still working through his anger issues on the lacrosse field, a bunch of spiders crawl into a freshman boy's helmet in the locker room, and when he puts it on, they invade his body and then start crawling out of his mouth. So when Mason and Corey go to find Liam, they notice a smeared blood trail on the locker room floor and follow it to the showers, where there is an..... unidentifiable bloody mass on the floor. I am disturbed.

Brett:

After obliterating Liam and Corey, it is somehow magically nighttime and he's heading towards his car when the guidance counselor shows up, holding a lacrosse ball that rolled off the field. She compliments his abnormal skill level and tosses him the ball.... which turns out to be covered in wolfsbane. She claims it's "nothing personal,” but no one deserves that much power, and then tries to kill him. I think she stabs him??? I forget the details of their fight. Anyway, he manages to escape.

Scott and Malia:

They go looking for Chris at his... house? bunker? who knows. He has crates full of guns, surprising no one. They have #wittybanter and #chemistry, surprising no one. (i’m sorry i’m sorry i just feel like sc@lia is forced i’m sorry) Scott tells Malia it's okay to break into Chris's computer to find his calendar, and she is turned on by his rule-bending. All of the passwords she guesses involve her capitalizing the first word and adding spaces, because that's how passwords work. Scott picks up a bow and has a Revelation, immediately going to Chris's computer to type in ALLISON as the password. It's the second #recycledplotine of the night. Not to mention that as much as Chris loves his daughter, he is much too practical to have such an easily hackable password.

Questionable computer security aside, they show up in the middle of one of Chris's gun deals right after his fake military buyers pull out their guns, realizing that Chris knows they're fake military and is trying to find out who their boss is. Chris is annoyed with them for intervening and claims that he had an inside man that they just took out while trying to help him, which is yet another plot hole bc Chris shouldn't need to ask about bosses if he has an inside man. In the following chaos-ridden action scene, Scott drops the Argent shell casing. Chris says it's okay and they'll just find the actual bullet in the woods.

Best line of the episode: After Scott and Malia ask if the shell casing belongs to him, Chris says, "I haven't stamped a bullet since Allison died." Our hearts all break a little.

Anyway, despite their plans to go to the woods TOGETHER, Chris is mysteriously nowhere in sight so Scott and Malia can have ~time alone~. Malia shows concern for Scott's well-being. They smile at each other, and thanks to compulsive heterosexuality, this clearly means they've just caught feelings. I'm definitely not still bitter that the writers didn't bring back Kira and give Malia a girlfriend instead.

(in all honesty, however, i can admit that this scene was objectively cute, and it was great character development that already happened in s5 but again #recycledplotlines to see Malia actively caring about other people. I’m really happy for sc@lia shippers because I know you were all really excited about that scene.)

Chris comes back. They find a bullet in a tree thanks to its infared heat signature or smthg (idk i'm spaced out at this point). It's a silver bullet, meaning that the guidance counselor is just a wannabe Hunter, not the Genuine Article.

Lydia and Toast:

At the sheriff's station, Lydia??? hears some noise in her premonitions and decides to tell Toast and not her bf's dad for??? some completely valid reason i'm sure??? tbh i have no idea what the premise of this scene is, but Lydia realizes that the noise she keeps hearing is the key card reader from Eichen House. Apparently that means something bad is happening there so she tells Toast that they need to go check it out. Toast tells her that there's no way he's "letting her" go back there - because clearly he owns her and she can't make decisions for herself - and decides to go alone instead, because once again, that clearly makes so much more sense than telling the Sheriff. The whole scene is written to make it sound like Toast is the only one who cares about Lydia's well-being - because it's definitely not like she has a pack full of friends who care about her and a boyfriend who would do anything for her - and therefore is in charge of protecting her in a creepily possessive way. Aka, tw writers are still pandering to M@rrish fans even after Stydia is canon, and I don't know why I'm surprised.

So Toast goes to Eichen, meets Creepy Doctor who accidentally released Other Hellhound last week, and tells him to let him into the closed ward after hearing a woman begging for help. Doctor refuses. Toast shows him his glowing eyes as an... intimidation tactic??? Doctor complies but locks the door behind Toast after he enters.

Toast finds the woman in a communal-shower-type room (which???? okay), lying on the floor with an open electric cable sparking her body every few seconds, surrounded by a bunch of other apparently dead supernatural creatures. When Doctor arrives and Toast tells him to help, plot twist! Doctor is the one who put them there. (Oh, look, electricity........ I wonder who would be helpful....... in this........ situation........)

Doctor gets Toast locked up in room where Other Hellhound used to reside and turns down the temperature, telling Toast that he'll freeze him from the inside out or smthg.

Meanwhile, Lydia's just been hanging out at the sheriff station and waiting for Toast instead of registering for MIT because according to a reminder on her phone, this is the ~last day~ for her to do so and Lydia "IQ of 170" Martin OBVIOUSLY would have put off registration until the last minute. OF COURSE. She ignores the notification bc apparently college isn't important and steals one of the deputies' walkie talkies after she hears strange noises emitting from it. Her absurd attempts to sneak casually would have made Stiles Stilinski proud af.

However, her next move would NOT have made Stiles Stilinski proud af, as she hears the Doctor threatening Toast and immediately decides to go after him alone instead of

1) calling Scott so that Scott and Malia can come with her or

2) taking the Sheriff, seeing as he is her BOYFRIEND'S DAD and also CONVENIENTLY LOCATED IN THE SAME BUILDING AS HER AT THAT MOMENT.

So. Naturally. She goes to Eichen alone, and every sound she hears, every sight she sees, is immensely triggering. For the first time, Teen Wolf actually somewhat addresses the fact that Lydia has PTSD after everything she's been through. This is a good thing. I would be happy with this development if, again, Lydia wasn't alone throughout the entire experience. Clearly, Teen Wolf writers have decided that Strong Female Characters must always face their fears alone if they want to remain Strong Female Characters. Clearly, having her friends there to ground her would have taken away from her character development. Clearly, it wouldn't have been amazing to see Lydia accept her friends' help when s1 Lydia Martin never would have shown weakness around others. Clearly, having a support network when you've faced immense trauma isn't important at all. CLEARLY.

(Clearly I didn't have to pause my TV at this point because I was so horrified and angry that the TW writers placed her in a situation where she was surrounded by a myriad of triggers, on the verge of a panic attack, and completely alone.)

Anyway, Lydia reaches a turning point where she is somehow able to push aside all of those horrible memories and find Toast, who's been slowly freezing to death while watching Doctor hold a gun with shaking hands. Doctor's been explaining that he hates guns and has always been opposed to violence, but his fear of supernatural creatures has led him to believe that eradicating them all is the only way to ensure normal humans' safety.

Lydia runs into the cell just as Doctor raises the gun to shoot Toast in the head. She screams, knocking Doctor back and killing him. GREAT. LET'S ADD ANOTHER TRAUMATIC EICHEN MEMORY TO THE PILE. LYDIA DEFINITELY NEEDED TO KILL SOMEONE ELSE. THAT WOULDN'T BE EMOTIONALLY SCARRING AT ALL. OF COURSE STILES IS ENTITLED TO AN ENTIRE SEASON OF ANGST AFTER KILLING DONOVAN IN SELF-DEFENSE, BUT LYDIA KILLING MULTIPLE PEOPLE WOULDN'T HAVE ANY EMOTIONAL RAMIFICATIONS. OF COURSE.

End scenes:

2.0: Suddenly realizing that freshman boy (I think his name is Aaron) is missing, they go running around the school looking for him and eventually find him in a classroom, magically unharmed. "What are you doing here?" they ask. "Just remembered we have a history test," he replies. I thought this boy was a freshman. smh.

McMarTate: Clearly not scarred from her experiences at all, Lydia rejoins Malia and Scott to discuss their discoveries. Cue "what is everyone afraid of?"/"us" scene combined with a montage of everyone looking away from Liam in slow motion at school the next day, apparently afraid of him. Which is definitely because they magically know he's a werewolf, and not because they don't want to catch the disease that gave him his awful haircut.

Brett: Brett pounces on the guidance counselor, who's looking for him in the woods, and they start fighting. It looks like he's going to win, but then he gets shot in the chest with an arrow and runs off.

The arrow was shot by Gerard.

He tells wannabe hunter/guidance counselor that she has potential.

Huzzah, what a great episode.

Bonus casual racism: Now that Kira's gone, wannabe hunter/guidance counselor (who still doesn't have a name...... oh hey, look, mORE CASUAL RACISM) is the only woman of color on the show... and she's a Black antagonist. This is clearly Not Problematic At All.

Of course, thanks to theories that will be discussed in this week's episode of stydiacast, it's possible that this casting decision is entirely legitimate.

HOWEVER, one other poc was introduced in this episode...... and Aaron, poor young freshman lacrosse player, is now possibly being possessed by spiders and will likely also be a Black antagonist, albeit one with no control over his actions.

Oh, hey, doesn't..... that...... sound..... familiar? It's.... almost like..... another problematic #recycledplotline. *looks at s5 Mason Hewitt*

Thanks, Teen Wolf.

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