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EMILY ARMSTRONG performing Overflow (Mexico City, Mexico - January 31, 2025)
#emily armstrong#linkin park#linkinparkedit#thanks to the LPTV footage 🙌🙌#so when are we getting an official overflow video?#if they do another video overflow is the obvious choice right?
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cafune
cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)
"the act of running your fingers through your lover's hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english"
Pairing: Jungkook / ♀ Reader Rating: M for Mature Genre(s): 🍭 Fluff, 💔 (like five seconds of) Angst, 🔞 Smut WC: 9,458 Warnings: Sexual content, porn with feelings, dry humping, like i’m talking thigh riding, coming in pants, dirty talk, discussion of exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics if you squint, baby boy jungkook, uhhh swearing, mentions of drinking to the point of blacking out. God this sounds filthy but I promise it’s #soft If there’s anything I’ve forgotten to warn for please bring it to my attention!! I haven’t slept in two days I’d appreciate the help. This isn’t beta’d, either, so watch out for that too, I guess
Summary: [A kiss-and-confess in an alternate universe, originally written as part of a much larger chapter fic, my library/roommates au. It took off in another direction and no longer fits within the scope of that timeline, and the scene had to be re-written. So now this is a standalone getting-together oneshot, because it was too cute of a concept to scrap.] TL;DR: talking to Jungkook about your Feelings™ and making out for like 8k words. It’s, like, slowburn without the slow. So I guess that makes it... all... burn... 🔥 👀
p 01, 02
Theoretically, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea. One might even call it obvious.
Indeed in practice, there’s a big difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.
Both in theory and in practice, kisses and teacups are difficult to confuse.
The point is, don’t ask how the hell you managed to screw that one up, because you don’t know, either.
What you know is, you knocked on Jungkook’s open bedroom door after putting the electric kettle on for yourself.
What you know is, he waved you in from where he sat on the bed, and you crossed the floor to peer over his shoulder at what he was working on, and he let you lean in close enough to glimpse the video editing program he had open for a quick look before he pushed the laptop closed and asked you how your day was.
What you know is, you gave him the radio edit, secured a promise from him to let you watch his project when he was finished, and then offered to bring him some tea, if he wanted any.
What you know is, he beamed at you in reply, eyebrows way up under his bangs, and he asked you for green tea.
Then, you grinned and told him, “Of course.”
Then, you turned to go. Your brain said, “Give him a cup of green tea.”
Now, theoretically, you know the difference between a kiss and a cup of tea.
Theoretically.
You kiss him instead.
It’s soft, and sweet with pent-up affection and syrupy endearment, and extremely quick.
It catches up with you pretty quick, after that. The fact that you’re awake, right now. The fact that you really did that, in real life, without a warning, without a word of precedent.
Your first instinct here is to get the hell out of dodge, and through the welling panic you make to get up and do just that, foolishly hoping you could avoid the consequences of your actions that way, or maybe at least postpone them.
Plan A doesn’t work out.
Thanks to his reflexes, Jungkook catches your wrist as soon as your eyes widen in realization and you move to slip off the bed and bolt. He stops you. Begs you oh, god no, don’t you dare to that to me, you can’t just kiss me and run away. Please, please don’t do that to me.
There’s nothing you can do but sit down again and he says, “I'm sorry but would you please, please talk to me. What- What was that?”
So you gather up every last shred of courage in your body to give him what he deserves: honesty. This isn’t Plan B. This isn’t even Plan C, but you no choice but to tell him.
How he’d looked so darling, all in white, sitting an arms length away. Warm and beautiful and relaxed, all fluffy hair and soft edges. That old, old familiar low simmering want had ballooned, expanded until the pressure maxed out and finally, finally burst. There wasn’t space inside your physical body to contain the expanse of it anymore, and you’d gone ahead and. Leaned down and kissed him.
But for any of that, you need words, and they aren’t making themselves available. Your useless brain churns out miserable sensation after miserable sensation, instead. You can feel the aftershocks of the inner explosion making your fingers tremble. Blood rushes in your ears, making your own voice sound like you’re underwater.
Words finally begin to tumble off your lips, but not the right ones.
“Oh, god. I’m, so, so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, I- Jungkook, the truth is I'm in- uh. Like you? I like- love you. And. I got- caught up... I don’t know.”
One, two, three exceptionally long beats elapse. You think mildly that maybe this is the worst you’ve ever felt, recalling hangovers, recalling being stood up on a date when you were seventeen, recalling crying into Jimin’s shirt after Seokjin’s party. This train of thought continues until he demands,
“Say that again, without the apology. Tell me again, don’t say you’re sorry.”
So you tell him, again, but you’re about three beats per minute shy of cardiac arrest. You’re no doctor, but you’re reasonably sure.
“Jungkook, I'm in love with you. I’m s- wait, no, sorry, I'm. Shit. I should- do I start over? I’m,” You look up at the ceiling, blinking back the traitorous tears welling in your eyes and sigh once, “I’m so in love with you,” you finally get out, helplessly, only to get a shaky exhale in reply, and have to wait in excruciating silence for a number of seconds, while Jungkook works through his disbelief. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping maybe if you close them tightly enough, the tears threatening to overflow will stay trapped. It’s a good effort, but it doesn’t work.
Then you hear, between many stops and starts, “I’ve... um,” He clears his throat, so you open your eyes again, since you’re clearly fighting a losing battle here anyway, in time to see him reaching for your hand before drawing back at the last moment, unsure. “Kind of, always been... yours. Like, this whole time?” Which... what the hell does that mean? “I’ve... I’m... I didn’t think- I was so scared that- I just. It’s just that you have no idea how many times I've imagined you saying that to me. And literally... not a single one of those times did I ever imagine you would be apologizing for it in the same breath. Please tell me again.” You’re pretty sure you’re physically shaking at this point, but it’s good that he’s asking you for simple things, one at a time, seeing as your brain has shut off. Checked out, right before you decided kissing him was a good next move.
You force yourself to make eye contact with him as you say, “I- Okay. I love you? I’ve been in love with you since... for so long now. All right? So please, what the hell does that mean, ‘I've always been yours?’ You’ve always... you’re what?”
“I mean I'm yours. I mean I love you. I love you, too. Will you please kiss me again, so I can kiss you back, because I've been sitting here these past five minutes freaking out about this whole situation but also the fact that you probably think I'm a terrible kisser? Because of just now? I’m sorry, I just, the shock- and I'm not. I swear to god, I promise, I'm not, so please-”
You kiss him again, cutting him off mid-word, and, yep, oh, there’s a clear difference once he’s had time to react. He’s true to his word. But-
“Yeah, I know,” you murmur against his lips after a minute. The giddiness is finally beginning to catch up with you. Jungkook opens his eyes, it appears, with some effort.
“I- you what?” Holy fuck, he looks far away. It takes him a second to come back to himself enough to ask, “What do you mean?” His eyelids are heavy, and you can see his gaze trained on your mouth. The incredible way he looks this fucked out after a few seconds of kissing is really, really fucking distracting, and you almost forget what you were going to say.
“I know. I remember.” It’s not difficult to give in to the temptation to chase his lips again, between sentences, and you allow yourself to nip at his lower lip, like you’ve wanted to for so, so fucking long. But you do want to tell him, “Christmas,” before falling back into him again.
And Jungkook, poor thing, for all he’s good at kissing —giving as good as he gets and making your eyes want to roll back in your head and let him take, take, take what he wants— for all he’s very, very good at that, he’s just a little bit shit at multitasking. Carrying on this conversation is clearly, by degrees, becoming more and more difficult. You note with a little satisfaction that his chest is heaving slightly when he pulls back again, eyes still closed, but with a crinkle in his brow and his pretty, pink, kiss-swollen lips turned down at the corners in confusion.
“Christmas.” You can see him trying to remember, and yeah, you expected that, but. Ouch, anyway. You force yourself not to dwell on the number of times you’ve mentally re-lived that night, times he clearly hasn’t.
“Mhmm.” It’s too much to resist dipping back down for yet another quick kiss in between words. You’re getting addicted to it, it’s already clear. “‘S okay. You were pretty drunk,” you supply, pressing another kiss to the freckle beneath his lip, nosing along his jaw, kissing the skin there with every ounce of tenderness that’s taken up residence in your heart, piling up higher and higher over the past year, affection distinctly tinged with a powerful rush of relief overflowing in this moment as if to make up for how painful the past ten minutes were. ��
“Christmas... kissed you?” Jesus, he sounds wrecked. Might as well be drunk now, at two pm on a Sunday. “Kissed you... mistletoe?” A modicum of clarity makes its way into his tone, as you reach the soft patch of skin below his ear and graze your teeth there, and you’re pressed up so close against him that his full body shudder wracks you as well. A fresh flutter of butterflies almost makes you gasp, in response. You’d been completely sure he didn’t remember that night at all. “That was... at Christmas there was, I was, so much-” His breath catches as you kiss your way down his neck, giving special attention to the mole there, “So much eggnog. I was so sure that- that was a dream.”
“Mmm mm. Nope.”
“Not a dream?” Your kisses make their way along to the other side of his neck, kissing back up, toward the corner of his jaw, angling to get his breath hitching again, and it works, up until he wrenches his head to the side with effort, leveraging his hand, which had made its way into your hair while you weren’t paying attention, to move your head where he wants it, with his lips properly brushing yours again as he says, “Hang on a second. Hang on... No? Are you sure?” Jungkook’s voice has taken on a hoarse note you weren’t expecting. This, combined with the firm grip he has on your hair has a moan slipping out of your mouth before you can clamp your jaw shut, but you have to scoff.
“Am I sure? That that was a thing I lived through? Yes, Jungkook I'm sure.” His eyes are boring into yours, now.
He’s maneuvering you both, now, careful not to pull too hard on your hair, but not relinquishing his grip, either. Before you know it, you’re on your back, propped up against the pillows with Jungkook’s body caging you in from above. He kisses you again, harder, and hotter, a kiss that has you chasing his lips when he retreats far enough to continue,
“Wow. Okay back up a little bit, I need you to tell me what happened, then, because I have a memory and its...,” —another searing kiss, “Let’s just say it can’t be accurate from start to finish. Call it wishful thinking.” He pulls back again, to read your expression. You aren’t sure what he sees there, but it’s probably something along the lines of pure want. Probably. “I was definitely blacked out from Seokjin’s horrible rum concoction. Help me out here?’”
You take a moment to give yourself the benefit of a steadying inhale, because it’s very, very difficult to think straight under these conditions. Under Jungkook conditions. Literally under Jungkook, is your current condition. Jesus, his eyes are so, so dark. Your imagination straight up fails to even speculate what he could mean by that, tapping out before you can even try. It’s too much to think about.
“What? I don’t know what that means. What do you remember happening? Or think you remember happening?”
It was worth a try, but you get only a shake of his head.
“Nope. You first. What do you remember?”
“I um. We both went to Seokjin’s for his Christmas party?” Jungkook, to his credit, seems to quickly register that you’re having a little difficulty relating events back to him, and takes a measure more pity on your kiss-clouded mind than you on his, a moment ago. He must genuinely be invested in your answer, because he backs up a little, sitting back on his heels with his knees on either side of your hips. You miss him immediately, and try very, very hard not to make any sort of embarrassing whine in protest, and succeed... mostly.
“Uh huh. I remember being sober-ish at that point.” Jungkook corroborates, kindly ignoring the noise you made, except to smile to himself as he reaches for your left hand with his right, intertwining your fingers. This simple gesture somehow makes your heart flip again, even harder than at any other point tonight. You need his weight back, want his mouth again, so you rush a little through your version of events, noting certain major details.
“You wore dorky cardboard reindeer antlers.” His eyes flit up and to the right, clearly searching for a matching memory.
“... Oh. Uh huh.”
“We played some drinking games with Tae, plus some other people, got tipsy.”
“Mmm.”
Jungkook has drawn your interlocked hands up to his face, and begun to press featherlight kisses to the side of your thumb, the inside of your wrist. Your heart rate immediately doubles, and you note with a healthy dose of chagrin that he must be able to tell, with his soft mouth at your pulse point. The fresh rush of want and embarrassment that follows has you reeling, and when you go to continue, you find yourself stuttering. You can see clearly on his face that this leaves Jungkook feeling smug, but you don’t have the will to challenge him over it at the moment.
“I- I was also a little. A bit drunk. Then... I lost track of you for a little while, and then suddenly you were back.” You’re jumping ahead in the story now, but you can’t be blamed, because Jungkook’s mouth is tracing a soft, measured line down the inner skin of your forearm, making your heart start and stop. You had no idea that area would even be sensitive. You’re reasonably sure you’ve never been kissed there, before. “So it was me and you, in the kitchen,” you continue, reminding yourself to breathe, “And. uh. Um. Seokjin and his friend wouldn’t stop trying to get us both back out into the living room, and I couldn’t understand why, until finally,” Jungkook’s kisses reach your inner elbow, and he’s pressing closer again, eyes closed. He’s not currently watching your face, which helps you refocus enough to go on, “Finally I got it, only after we’d been shepherded over to the fireplace. And I looked up over your head and I saw the mistletoe, and I thought, this is it, this is the day I finally murder Kim Seokjin.”
When Jungkook huffs a laugh at this, the gust of warm air from his breath makes goosebumps break out all over your skin, and his eyes slot open to sparkle at you from a foot away, mouth still pressed to your upper arm. He’s smiling, and his next kiss to your bicep is tinged with a hint of teeth as he hums for you to continue. You do your best to keep your voice from sounding strangled. “But I looked down from the mistletoe to your stupid fucking antlers, and they were crooked? So I just. Um. I reached out and at first I thought I was just going to fix them. And then I. That’s not what I did.”
“No, it isn’t, is it?” Now Jungkook’s close enough to kiss on the mouth again, so you close the distance, too needy, too earnest. But he kisses back equally as honest, and after a moment, it seems he hasn’t heard enough. “Then what?”
You sigh.
“Then I. Think mostly it was rum driving the bus at that point? I just kind of said, fuck it. And I kissed you, because... because I wanted you.” Which, oops. It’s definitely, one hundred percent, completely true, but you had sort of meant to say “wanted to.” Oh, well.
“That sounds familiar.”
“Yeah?” Even to your own ears, your voice sounds breathless.
“Yeah,” He leans in again, this time only to brush noses and ask, “Tell me again.” It takes you a moment to understand what he wants to hear, but you work it out after a short second.
“Huh? You mean tell you I like you? I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Another kiss, warm and soft, heavy with what feels like the weight of a lot of pent-up want and postponed feelings. You figure you can take that as a yes.
Jungkook sits back up a little, eyes crinkled and sparkling with his smile as he picks up the previous conversation as if the little detour that put it there hadn’t even taken place.
“I wanted you, too. But I feel like I remember being so drunk I didn’t know where my hands were,” he confides. You wince.
“I... yeah. That’s the thing, I’m so sorry, Jungkook, I could tell you were drunk, I shouldn’t have kissed you when you were so far gone. I- I’ve beat myself up about that since the minute I did it, when I pulled away and the bubble popped and suddenly I could- I could hear all the hooting and whistling.” Your cheeks are definitely coloring at that part of the memory, but this is something you need to get out. “I never should have taken advantage of you like that. I was drunk too, but not as far gone as you were, and I should have-”
“Oh, my god, please. Cut that out. Don’t, don’t don’t don’t do that. Don’t even think about it.,” he cuts you off, “I’ve heard about enough today of you apologizing for liking me. As for the consent thing... I literally- there’s nothing I’ve wanted more in the world, drunk or sober, than to kiss you, for like. The longest time. The most miserable, longest time. I’d consent to you doing... literally anything to me, any time you wanted—” And uh, that is a whole other big issue you don’t even know where to begin to unpack, so you start spluttering, but he rushes ahead before you can formulate a proper argument. “—You could chop my leg off. I trust you.”
This, for some reason, has your breath hitching all on it’s own, “But I realize you had no way of knowing that, until just now. So I'm sorry I let you stew in that guilt this whole time. I swear I really did think... I just couldn’t believe I’d be so lucky. I didn’t know it was real. Just.... you should know my only regret is that I can’t remember it better.” He stops for a moment, searching for your eyes, wanting to make sure you’re getting every word. His tone softens, “I remember wanting you, though. I’ll be honest, I’d forgotten all about the antlers until you brought it up. I remember talking to you in a kitchen... that’s all vague. I just remember thinking I wanted to kiss you so badly, I kept taking sips of eggnog just to have something to do with my mouth. In retrospect, maybe a different solution would have worked out better, because it seemed like every sip made it worse.” Jungkook chuckles, “I remember being so happy you were in my arms I thought I was going to throw up.”
“Oh, God,” you groan, throwing an arm over your eyes, only for him to tug it away, admonishing.
“Hey! No, not like that. Not drunk throwing up. Butterflies throwing up.” You have to roll your eyes, although a smile steals over your face.
“You sure about that? Because they feel pretty similar, in my experience.”
“Oh yeah? In your experience? Had a lot, have you?” He grins at you, making you swat his shoulder petulantly.
“Well, let me think. Seeing as how you like to come home from the gym with every vein in your arms bursting like they’re going to jump out of your skin, with your hair soaking wet, and then crowd all up in my space when I'm cooking, at least four days a week, every week, I'm going to go with —yes,” you gasp, as Jungkook picks that exact moment to utilize his new tactic of tugging your hair just this side of too hard, while also kissing down the side of your neck and biting down.
“You like that I go to the gym.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” you huff, after a respectable period of recovery when you can speak again, “I don’t know where all this bravado is coming from when a minute ago you were so sure I couldn’t possibly like you back, you retconned an entire Christmas out of existence.”
“Yeah, well, I’m half convinced I’m dreaming as we speak, so, if I wake up in bed alone again I won’t be surprised.” He says this so matter of factly you have to stop him, pull back for a moment and stare at him incredulously.
“What? No, Jungkook, this isn’t a dream.” He’s already leaning in to kiss you again, eyes slipping closed, so you scoot back, out of reach. You need him to listen. “Jungkook.”
He sits back up, reluctantly, letting you push his shoulder and rearrange your positions so you’re each lying on your sides, facing each other. Less power balance in play this way, legs still securely entangled, one of Jungkook’s hands in two of yours, still close enough to feel each breath he takes tickling the backs of your hands. “Do you have a lot of conversations about dreams within dreams?” you prod a little, trying to make a point, “That’s so meta.”
“I mean, no. This isn’t Inception.”
It’s unexpected, and it has you laughing. “God, I fucking love that movie.”
You extract one hand to hold it up between you.
“Excellent taste, a man after my own heart. High five?”
Jungkook can only really tip forward and try to headbutt your palm with his forehead, because you’re hanging onto the one hand he’s not currently lying on top of and he doesn’t have much of a choice. “But don’t think I can’t tell you’re trying to change the subject. That’s what I remember, one really dreamy kiss that I have literally never been able to forget about every time I've seen you since Christmas. And then I... um. I needed air and I pulled back, and everyone was, uh. I guess it could be called cheering?” You wince at the memory of the cacophony. “It was like being catcalled by barn owls,” Jungkook’s turn to laugh. “Then I think... I just ran? To the bathroom? And uh. Cried for like twenty minutes, did like three extra shots of rum, called an uber. Went home and cried more and fell asleep and woke up to like a million missed calls from Jimin. That’s the night I had. So. What do you remember?”
“That’s horrible. That doesn’t sound nice at all, I'm so sorry. It was so bad you cried? Jesus Christ.”
“No, it’s not that at all. The kissing you part was, um. Really nice. Like, everything I wanted, nice. But it’s just that... it didn’t mean any of the things I wanted it to mean; it was just a friend kiss. A mistletoe prank kiss our shitty friends pressured us into and I knew that’s all it was to you—” Jungkook begins to protest here, so you correct, “—that’s all I thought it was to you, at the time. Except now I knew what it felt like, and the fact that it would probably never happen again and that was horrible. Is why I c- I cried.” You’ve been avoiding eye contact during this speech, but now you look up again and meet Jungkook’s gaze, and you can see a deep, deep sadness there.
“I am so sorry,” he says again. “Kiss me?” You have to disentangle one of your hands again to achieve it, but you lift one arm and give him another smack on the shoulder without any real power behind it. “Ow. Please?”
“No! What did you mean, ‘wishful thinking?’”
“Kiss first?”
“I swear to god, Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t-”
“-Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you. I just want one kiss and then I promise I will explain.”
“God, needy.” But you’re already leaning forward to catch his lips again. You never have been able to deny him anything he asked for, anyway. Your track record with telling him “No,” is a crapshoot.
You break apart again after falling headfirst back into his warmth and unsteady breathing, working with considerable effort to remain on topic. “It’s sex, isn’t it?”
And abruptly, Jungkook’s blank, wide-eyed panic face confronts your question.
“What? No, what- why- no, that’s not-” A beautiful flush works its way up Jungkook’s neck to his face, spreading across his skin like a glass of red wine toppled over on a tablecloth.
“That’s why you’re so squirrely about telling me, right? It was a sex dream?” You interrupt his stuttering, “Look, Jungkook, it’s fine, it’s not like I haven’t had-”
“No!!” he finally sputters, cutting you off. “I swear, that wasn’t it. I was about to tell- wait. You what? Not like you haven’t... what? Oh, my god.” Now it’s your turn to flush positively scarlet, as Jungkook’s head falls forward until his forehead connects with your collarbones, overwhelmed.
A moment passes. He’s not even saying anything.
Maybe you broke him?
“...Jungkook?”
“Uh huh. Yep, I’m here. Need a minute.”
“O- Okay.” You don’t know what to do, feeling phenomenally awkward, so you begin to tentatively run your fingers through his hair, detangling the strands and combing it softly with your hands. It’s getting long.
Air from Jungkook’s nose washes gently over your neck as he murmurs a pleased noise at the attention, and some muffled words into your throat.
“What?” you ask.
“I said, ‘You’re going to kill me.’”
You’re feeling playful, so you tell him, “At the risk of hyping myself up too much... I think it’s fair to say you haven’t seen anything yet, Jungkook-ah.”
It’s quiet, but you do still managed to catch his whispered, “Fuck,” along with a barely perceptible tightening in his grip where his hands grasp your sides. Then, at a more reasonable conversational volume, “I promise, it’s more like, I wanted to make sure I knew the accurate story first before I talked through what I remember dreaming, it’s not that it’s a sex thing and I’m not embarrassed to tell you about it.”
“Uh huh.” Your skepticism colors your tone well enough to have him lifting his head to let you see the honesty in his face.
“It isn’t!”
“Okay, okay. I believe you,” you tell him, unable to keep the beatific smile from your face at his expression, and he blinks, looking momentarily dazed.
“You have the most beautiful smile,” Jungkook tells you, eyes dropping to your mouth and then back up to meet your gaze, a sweet smile of his own crossing his face as he says it. “Oh my god, I have so many things I can say out loud now.”
Your blush is back with a vengeance, bringing up with it a vaguely hysterical giggle. You spare a brief thought to wonder when was the last time you felt this happy. The ballooning buoyancy of it fills your chest cavity like air in your lungs underwater, dragging your whole body up, up to the surface. You think it could pull you all the way up into the sky if you don’t hang onto the boy in your arms with all your strength to stay grounded. Love like helium in your lungs, his smile like a flame beneath the patchwork balloon and the tactile experience of having your hands in his hair, on his shoulders, body heat shared between you as ballast.
You’re still in this dizzy headspace, trying to imagine how to articulate this feeling to him when he continues, “It’s one of the reasons I first fell in love with you.”
The words are a bellows on the fire feeding all the floaty feelings and the experience is such a shock to your already overloaded system, you don’t know what to say or how to say it, instead continuing to blush to the tips of your ears and pulling him in by the drawstrings of his sweatshirt to connect your lips again.
He seems glad enough to meet you in the middle. He indulges you for a long minute; says, “My version of events is consistent with yours all the way up to mistletoe, I think. I was holding you, and I was finally kissing you, and then the rest of the night is a blur of Hobi-hyung telling me to just sleep in his bedroom, and then I think is where I started dreaming, because you were back. And you told me all kinds of things that I’d always wanted to hear, like this, and you climbed into my bed, like this. And you kissed me, like this. It felt warm, and it felt real, like it always does.”
“Oh, baby...” Is all you can say, and to you it seems ineffectual but hearing it makes Jungkook shudder and press closer. You note it carefully, with a rush of affection.
“It’s okay, though.”
“Do you believe you’re awake now?” you test him suspiciously, and watch him draw back an inch, eyes flitting around the room from himself, to the rumpled duvet, back to you for a beat and a half; then, curiously, he draws forward again, tucking his face under your chin, nuzzling his nose below your jaw where you spray your perfume, and breathes in. Your whole body locks up in response to the sudden closeness, and a wave of heat radiates out all over you directly from your core when you feel the unmistakable sensation of his tongue flitting out in an open mouthed kiss there, and then again, and then again.
“Mm... think ‘s real.” His voice is suddenly so much deeper than you’re used to, and you have to swallow, hard, in order collect yourself enough to speak, and still when you try at first it comes out as a bit of a squeak.
“Wh- What could you possibly have learned from that? Dream me never let you kiss my neck?”
“Oh, no. Not that,” He smiles, and you can’t see him, but you can still tell, because he hasn’t lifted his lips from your skin, and his pretty teeth drag gently over the tendon in your neck. “Dreams can feel real and they can look real, but they don’t smell real. Don’t taste real.”
Jungkook leans up to peck you on the lips, properly, and you’d love to keep looking at his face, shrouded by fluffy, too-long hair, bangs falling in his eyes, skin smattered with precious moles and the barest hint of hair growing in from his most recent shave, which you’ve never been near enough to notice. You’d love to, but your eyes keep slipping shut when your lips meet. It’s hard to fight.
“What does real taste like?” you ask, when you can drag your eyes open again.
Jungkook’s looking right back at you.
“You tell me.”
This time as your mouths meet, you give all your attention to the slide of your tongue against his, dipping between his lips to taste, sucking on his pretty lower lip. It earns you a gasp followed by a very unsteady exhale, and even the breath tastes sweet. You reposition your hands, using the fingers of your right hand to cup his jaw and encourage him to leave it slack and open, so you can lick back in, chase his soft tongue, and control the kiss.
Your observations are as follows:
Number one: Real tastes like --toothpaste. Mint flavored and fresh
Number two: Real tastes like --chapstick. Sugar and citrus, like a lemon hard candy
Number three: Real tastes like --bubblegum, which is actually coming from you and sweetens everything else that much more, and
--A fourth thing, difficult to label. Something your brain could never quite have conjured up, no matter how vivid the dream. Something that could only be intrinsically Jungkook.
Jungkook is breathing hard, some of them breathlessly voiced, almost moans. In the process of pursuing your single-minded goal you’ve managed to tip him on his back, lying short-ways across the bed, the wrong way. It looks to you as though the change in dynamic is affecting him considerably. Heat tinges the tips of his ears and you can faintly see his bangs beginning to stick to his skin. It makes your heart race, lightheaded from the power of it and perhaps a lack of oxygen.
“I think... I think I get it.”
Your words appear to call him back from another place, his eyes opening almost as if from deep sleep, heavy lidded, but with pupils blown, his chest heaving with each labored breath in. A beat passes before he flashes his teeth at you in a swift smile of understanding. You smile back.
It would have been hard, (no pun intended,) from this angle, not to have noticed the situation in Jungkook’s sweats by now, and you’re definitely aware of it. It’s encouraging.
You swing a leg over his body until you’re straddling his waist. You pause, glance at the clock on the bedside table and see that about a half an hour has passed already. You look back again, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook laid out beneath you, then back at the clock, and then bring your hands to the hem of your shirt and lift.
Jungkook only has time to begin to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows by the time you’ve whipped the offending article off, over your hair, like ripping off a band-aid, not giving yourself the chance to worry about doing it. It leaves you in your bra and your jeans, and the cute ankle socks with the little jello blobs on them. Jungkook said he liked these, once.
You don’t have the time to get anxious about not having had enough notice to change into one of your sexier bras, because he’s transferred his weight to one arm, elbow locked behind him, and reached out with his free hand to smooth over your side, wide, warm hand electric on the newly exposed skin, all done as if in a trance, like his hands are moving of their own accord. Gaze glued to you.
“Oh,” he exhales all at once, like all the air has been punched out of him, and, all right, yeah, that’s flattering. It might have something to do with the way your weight settles over his crotch, as well, but that’s neither here nor there. “Oh, wow.” Your tummy flips again, as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hand is still wandering, trailing the backs of his fingers tenderly down over your belly button, to your lower stomach, barely enough pressure not to tickle, then curling his fingers over your hip and stroking with his thumb. The hand travels behind your back, up to the clasp of the bra, where he hesitates, “Can I?”
When you nod your head, your hair moves, brushing your shoulders and poking the bared skin, prompting you to toss your head to the side to relieve the itchy sensation. You reclaim one of your own hands to assist the boy under you with the hooks, and between the two of you, you manage to get the thing done. You hold your breath, nervous, waiting for him to slide the straps from your shoulders, but he seems to sense your impulse to do so and kisses you first.
Slowly, gradually, his mouth moves down along your jaw, to your neck. He drops lingering, open-mouthed kisses all the way down your throat to your clavicles, and across to one shoulder, meeting up with the point where he left off kissing up your arm when you were relating back to him the details of your first kiss together. In the process, your left bra strap is brushed aside gently by his nose as it draws over your skin, and you inhale sharply as he continues down, tonguing the new expanse of skin bared to him, in no hurry, kissing your breast and taking the nipple into his curious, exploring mouth.
Your back arches toward him with no conscious direction from your brain, but Jungkook is there with his free hand pressed firmly against your shoulder blades, pulling your body closer to him anyway. You can feel a moan you’re trying not to vocalize begin to slip out, but Jungkook beats you to it, laving his tongue over your sensitive nipple and groaning out a soft, “Ahh,” followed by a low, rumbling hum before he looks up from under his eyelashes coquettishly and begins to suck. The moan you’ve been holding back escapes without your permission, as your head falls back, all strength in your body and the ability to hold yourself up threatening to fail at once.
The noises his mouth makes are wet and lewd, and if your panties hadn’t already begun to feel uncomfortably hot and sticky some time ago, chafing against the denim at the seams between your thighs, they would have at that. He draws off after a minute, releasing your breast with a filthy sounding pop to give attention to the other. It leaves your bare skin prickled with goosebumps and briefly cold with the saliva from his attention.
Miraculously, your other bra strap still clings stubbornly to your shoulder, the cups still dangling down your front between your bodies until Jungkook’s fingers slide beneath the fabric and finally coax it off and away, allowing you to slip your arms out. He deposits it at the foot of the bed.
With the barrier gone he resumes his ministrations, kissing across your ribs and lingering for a moment directly over your heart, beating at a furious pace as a direct result of everything he’s doing to you. He continues on to lavish all the same attention on your right breast. Seems only fair, to him.
He does want to make use of his other hand, however, and tease you with his mouth and his hands at the same time, so he sits up a little further, pressing forward until you get the hint and sit up to let him rearrange your positions slightly.
You’re pliant in his arms and willing to be maneuvered up to a point, and that point is that you’re ready to no longer be the only one undressed, and you’re impatient to get him out of his baggy hoodie, so you each rise to your knees, face to face, and you slip your fingers beneath the hem of it until your fingers curl over his sides. You find that he’s bare skinned underneath the sweatshirt, and quickly realize with a shiver that knowing intellectually that he doesn’t tend to wear layers under his hoodies is one thing, and it doesn’t compare to knowing it intimately, physically, which is another. His skin is warm, warm and soft beneath the pads of your fingertips.
You’re so overwhelmed to have the opportunity to touch him like this your hands are shaking, but you power through, needing to feel him and know him and make him feel good. You draw your hands further up, feeling the divots in his ribs when he inhales hard and his ribcage expands to contain the breath. The sweatshirt rides up with your hands, gradually bunching and folding until you reach his underarms, brushing soft hair for a second and he lifts his arms to allow you to slip it off, over his head.
His face briefly disappears from view and then reappears on the other side of the collar, hair ruffled and eyes searching for your reaction, your approval or disapproval.
(As if you would ever be disappointed by anything you found under Jungkook’s clothes.)
You run your hands over his swelling pecs, as he takes one deep breath after another, then down over his abs and then back up again to smooth over his shoulders, just trying to drink it all in.
“Jesus Christ, Jungkook,” you whisper in awe, pulling him forward with all your upper body strength to crush his body to yours, and he responds by wrapping his arms around you and crushing you right back. Your lips find his cheek, then his nose, hands on either side of his face to aid your aim as you drop kisses all over it. You let one hand travel down his side to his hip and bring your mouth to his ear, experimentally taking his earring between your teeth and tugging as you manage to leverage one of your thighs between his legs and encourage him to rock down on it, all at once.
The reaction is immediate, Jungkook moans outright in arousal and surprise. You briefly let go of the earring to flick your tongue over the area, and then take it back in your mouth and pull again, gently, and it’s worth it for his body’s response, when you feel his cock jump in his pants where he’s pressed up against your thigh.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah? We like that?”
Jungkook merely groans in reply, and his left hand finds its way down your lower back to your jeans, sneaking under the waistband and then under the elastic of your underwear a few inches to grip your ass in his palm and angle your lower body so he can grind down on you, working his hips slowly, giving himself a little friction and then drawing away. His right hand finds your nipple again, plucking sharply to get you gasping and then pinching and rolling.
You give up moan after moan for him, everything he does to you just feels so fucking good, you can feel the dopamine saturating your brain with every second his hands and mouth are on you. Fuck, but you could get used to this.
You mouth along his jaw to his neck, letting your teeth graze his skin lightly to feel him shiver. Curious, you bite down a little, enough to sting and then lave your tongue over the spot. His hips stutter and you smile to yourself.
“Hey, baby,” you address him, dragging his hips down against you with a little more force.
It earns you a stuttered, “U-Uh- Uh huh?”
You let your mouth travel back up to his ear, ask him softly,
“Do you think you could come like this?” making sure your lips brush his skin as you say it.
“Fuck,” he grits out, letting his head fall forward onto your shoulder, like he lacks the strength in his neck to hold it up anymore. “You can’t just say shit like that.” But his hips work down on your thigh over and over again on their own, so you prompt him,
“But can you?”
“Oh, god. I don’t- I don’t know. Yeah, probably. You’re so hot. I’m so hard. Probably, yes.”
You grin into his hair, “That’s my baby. What a good boy for me.”
And Jungkook... honest to god whimpers against your skin.
Whose life you must have saved in a past reincarnation to deserve this, you don’t know, but you decide just to thank your lucky stars, and back up just a little, to move until you’re lying down against the pillows, right way up in Jungkook’s bed, holding your arms out for him to follow you there.
Jungkook’s head snaps up as soon as you start to move backwards, like he thinks something might be wrong, but he gets the picture quickly and settles his weight over you easily, slotting your leg back between his and grinding down immediately.
He captures your lips in a bruising kiss before breaking it to ask, concern clear in his eyes,
“What about you?” And his hand rests over the button of your jeans, waiting for your permission, but as much as it pains you, you have to shake your head, bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
Your eyes find his and you tell him, “Another day, Jungkookie, baby. We don’t have time.” Your eyes flit over to the bedside table with the digital clock on it, ruthlessly bearing the current time, and then back to his face, tilted up at you, open, waiting for an explanation. “Tae will be home in ten minutes. He’s bringing friends.”
A pout forms on Jungkook’s kiss swollen lips. Oh, no. Oh no. “Jungkook, we can’t. Do you want him to walk in on us in the middle of this?” And Jungkook’s eyes suddenly drop from your face like he can’t hold your gaze, but you feel the tell-tale twitch of his cock in his pants. There’s no way you wouldn’t. Jungkook clearly knows this, because he screws his eyes up, shut tight. Oh.
“You do? Oh, Jungkook. Oh, come here, baby.” He resists for the briefest of moments, but he lets you take his face in your hands and connect your lips again, and starts to roll his hips again, a little harder than before, but his eyes stay screwed shut. “You’d be into that, huh? Taehyung coming home and looking for you, coming to see what all the noise is behind your door and swinging it open to see your big, hard cock buried in my dripping pussy?” You pause for a second. “Is this okay?”
Jungkook chokes on nothing, but nods frantically, thrusts speeding up. “I’m so wet, Jungkook. You did that to me. Make me feel so good.” He’s moaning freely, now, face buried in the crook of your neck, one of his hands kneading your breast like his life depends on it. “You know, we didn’t lock the door. He could get home early. Would we hear him come in? Over all that pretty noise you’re making? Do you think we’d hear in time to stop? I don’t think so.”
You give in to the impulse to bury a hand in his hair again, scraping your nails gently against his scalp, brushing his bangs up off his forehead, then gripping a handful at the crown of his head and pulling, a little less gentle this time. Your other hand slips under the waistband of his sweats to take a handful of his ass and help him frot hard against you. You can feel the muscles flexing under your fingers, as he pants open-mouthed, breath fanning hot and damp over your neck.
This is unquestionably the hottest sex you’ve ever had, and you’re not even fucking. Neither of you are even totally naked. But Jungkook moans, brokenly, hips stuttering, and he says,
“I’m... I think I’m gonna come,”
“That’s my good boy, come for me. That’s right. Go ahead and make yourself come for me, baby.”
His face scrunches up and he gets out through gritted teeth, “Hurts,” and you slacken your grip on his hair immediately, ready to let go, but his eyes snap open and his hand flies to your wrist in a blur of motion. “No! Please- Please keep- my hair, fuck, I’m so close. Fuck,” So you wrap your fingers back in the soft, faintly curly strands and tentatively give another tug. “Ngh. Wasn’t- what I meant.” He gestures toward his crotch, and in following his movement you get an eyeful of his v line descending down under his sweatpants, and the fabric has ridden low enough at this point that it’s solely being held up by his straining erection. You can see the beginnings of a trim patch of pubic hair peeking over the waistband, and a distinct dark, wet spot decorates the place where the head of his cock must be. It makes your mouth dry to look at, but you catch his meaning. The friction must be overwhelming.
“Just a little more, baby,” you encourage him. “I know you can do it, you dirty thing. You aren’t wearing underwear, are you, sweetheart?”
Jungkook blushes to the tips of his ears, and with his shirt off you can see the way it travels down, down, all the way over his chest. Mouthwatering.
“I- I wasn’t expecting-”
“That’s what I thought. Just want to be caught, huh? Like the danger of it? The thought that someone might see you with your cock out in your sweatpants and know?” This earns you another whimper.
Then, “You.”
“Hm?”
“You, I wanted you to know. I wanted you to notice. Maybe. If I could be brave enough to... Thought maybe you might- oh, fuck, fuck. Thought you might see, think of me sometime... if you were getting off, by yourself... oh, god.”
Your turn to moan.
“Jesus Christ, that’s so hot.”
“Can you- Can I touch myself? Please, I’m so close, please let me touch myself.”
“Not this time, baby, I want you to come like this or not at all, can you do that for me?”
Jungkook whines louder, hips frantically rutting against you, desperate to come.
You lean and latch your mouth to the juncture behind his jaw that you noted was so sensitive, earlier, working the patch of skin between your teeth and gripping his hair tight at the same time.
With any luck, this is going to leave a beautiful, mottled mark and he won’t forget every time he looks in a mirror, and it’ll be in plain view to everyone else who sees him until it eventually fades. You’ll just have to create new ones, when that happens. The thought that this might happen again in the future between you fills you with a bubbly, giddy joy despite the knowledge that there’s no time for you to get off, this time. It’s all right. You’re playing the long game, here.
Jungkook suddenly tenses up hard and gasps out, “‘M gonna come, please, can I? Oh god, I’m gonna come.”
“Go ahead, baby. My good boy. Come for me.”
And he does, body locking up, every muscle in his abdomen flexing and quivering, veins standing out in his forearms, neck, and forehead, sweat dripping off the line of his jaw. He’s a vision, hovering over you, spilling into his pants and gasping heaving breaths. He opens his eyes in the last couple seconds as come stains the fabric between his legs, staring directly into your eyes. His irises are almost invisible, pupils blown and lids low and heavy. You can’t stop the full body shiver that wracks you from head to toe. That’s an image that’s going to stay with you when you’re alone in a cold bed from now on.
“Kiss me,” he demands. And you do, stroking his hair, gently now, sweeping it back off his forehead and smoothing it behind his ears.
His tongue slips out between your lips lazily, tangling with yours in a soft, sated dance for a long minute, until he appears to lose the ability to hold himself up with his arms and drops all his weight bodily on top of you.
“Oof,” you huff involuntarily. His head has landed conveniently on top of your chest, directly between your boobs. He hums from this position, utterly content, gooey pants and all. “Jungkook.”
“Mm?”
“We gotta get up.”
“Mm mm. No.”
“Tae is due in like, t minus two minutes. I need to change my underwear before company gets here. You need... a tissue and some fresh pants, at the very least.”
“Don’ wanna think about it.”
“Where’s my bra?”
“Nooo,” comes the protest from your, soft, sleepy, sexed out sweetheart. He’s very hard to say no to.
“Come on,” You slap his sweaty bicep to no effect. You really don’t want Taehyung to find you like this. Heaving a deep sigh, you decide it’s time for your last resort.
Your fingers dart to Jungkook’s sides and dig in, tickling him mercilessly. His entire body heaves and twists up off you involuntarily, up and away from your reaching hands.
“Cheating!” he protests through his giggles as you squirm out from under him in the aftermath. You really do need to change your underwear. And probably your pants, too.
You grab your bra and your shirt from where they each landed respectively, putting them back on while Jungkook sits on the bed, looking vaguely put out, pushing out his bottom lip at you.
“Aww,” you coo, coming back over to give him the kisses his expression is crying out for. Petulantly, he kisses back, but continues to pout, even as he scoots to the edge of the bed, making a face as the mess in his pants shifts when he moves, no doubt gross by now.
“I need a shower,” he sighs. “Why did you do this to me?”
You laugh outright at him, and decide he deserves it when you say, “Because you were begging to come, Jeon Jungkook.”
He scrunches up his nose in response, now standing, at least.
“I am getting you back for this.”
“I look forward to it,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him again, slow. You’re not even a little tired of this. Not even close.
Your eyes are closed, but you sense movement near your waist, so you open them, only to see Jungkook shucking his pants, using the bunched up material to wipe up the worst of the cum on his lower belly, and chucking the whole mess into the hamper in the corner. Despite all you’ve done today, this is the first time you’re seeing Jungkook properly naked, and you find yourself blushing and snapping your eyes to the ceiling, looking anywhere else.
He laughs at you, predictably.
“Oh, after saying all that to me, you’re gonna get shy now?”
“It’s different!” you squeak, unable to tell if it’s safe to look back yet.
“What’s different?” Nope, definitely not safe. If anything it’s less safe. His voice is very close to your ear, now. You keep your eyes determinedly locked on the ceiling fan. It needs to be dusted.
“It just is.”
“Because that was in the middle of sex, and now the sex is over, suddenly you’re flustered?” You just nod. “What if sex isn’t over, then? Will you look at me then?”
“Huh?”
And now Jungkook’s hands are on you, thumbing your sides, sliding under the shirt you just put back on. You dare to let your gaze fall back on his face, but no lower.
“I said, ‘What if it isn’t over.’”
“But it is. You just came.”
“You didn’t.”
“You just came!”
Jungkook’s eyes drop to your lips, then back to your eyes.
“So?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
He just shrugs one shoulder. “Trust me, I can go again, if that’s what you want. You drive me crazy. But I don’t have to, I want to make it about you.” A pause, where he glances over his shoulder, then, “I’ll lock the door this time.”
It’s a lot to take in. You groan, smoothing your hands over his bare chest and squeezing your eyes shut. Try to remember the reasons it’s not a good idea. It’s difficult. Every fiber of your being wants him.
You give in a little, just enough to kiss him again, allowing your hands to travel down his back, scraping your nails over his skin just a little to feel him groan into your mouth, smoothing your palms over the globes of his ass and squeezing indulgently. You feel his cock, oh, god, perk up in interest already and decide, no, that will have to be enough for now. Giving him one last peck on the lips, you pull away.
“Later,” you promise, smiling.
Jungkook looks disappointed, but he still says, “Fine. Later.” And you can already see his eyes shifting to a darker shade, cogs in his head making plans for you.
You suppress a shiver, and slip out the door.
[Part 2 is now up!]
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Based on the Thief Simulator videos?
Police detective Ryan Haywood going undercover as a thief...because reasons.
He’s part of a task force that includes his new partner Jeremy, Trevor, Jack and Michael, all because reasons. Geoff is their boss, and Lindsay is Just There.
(No one’s really sure what she does, but they all assume she’s part of the task force and never actually consult each other about it. The task force has been meddled with by higher ups and various federal agencies and at this point it would be awkward to ask because clearly she’s One of Them.)
And then!
As he’s out Thieving with the others yelling “advice” at him through the earpiece he makes the rookie mistake of leaving his Thief!car unlocked.
Comes back weighted down by all the things he’s stolen to find someone hot-wiring his car and talk about awkward, right?
“Uh, hey?” Ryan says, super subtly reaching up to pluck the earpiece out because everyone is losing their goddamned minds about Ryan!thief being Thieved. “What the hell are you doing?”
The other thief gives him what can only be considered a Look because Ryan’s bag of stolen goods is overflowing with routers and whatnot. (He has a problem, sue him.)
“Oh,” the guy says. “You’re back sooner than I expected.”
Which.
Okay, not really damning on its own, but then the guy leans back to give Ryan this appraising once-over.
Has to notice the twigs and leaves and whatnot from that time Ryan had to duck into the shrubs to avoid notice. Dirt and mud and whatever else from that other time he threw himself into a ditch while the cops combed the neighborhood for him and so on.(He’s a fucking mess and his “haul” this time around is mostly routers and alarm clocks. One flower vase, tall.)
“I’m sorry. What?”
And the thief grins at him, sly edge to it as he glances towards the neighborhood Ryan’s been quietly terrorizing for weeks now. Flash of lights from police cars and the cops still looking for him.
“Oh,” the guy says, and he is definitely laughing at Ryan. “Nothing.”
Ryan being mercilessly mocked by this Thief he caught stealing his car, who then does steal it. Gives Ryan this cheeky grin and a mocking salute as he drives off with Ryan standing there like an idiot until one of the others come get him before the cops find him (He has to hide in the bushes until then with his bag of shitty stolen goods not exactly seething, just. Disgruntled.)
Ryan runs into the guy again later as they’re burgling the same house and the guy - all nose and no personality and no, that’s not Ryan being a bitter old man, shut up Trevor - gives him a few pointers. All nice and friendly about it, too.
(Doesn’t give Ryan shit when he shoves a router into his bag - he can quit any time he wants to, this is a Choice.)
They end up working together and Ryan is like yes because now he stands a better chance of getting at the crime ring behind a string of thefts in the area and the whatnot? But also oh, no because he went and caught Feelings for the Thief. (Gavin, his name is Gavin and Ryan lied about him not having a personality, don’t look at him like that Trevor.)
This whole thing of them being Thieving Buddies until shit goes wrong and they tangle with the crime ring Ryan was meant to uncover. Find out they’ve got Big Plans or whatever and it’s a whole Thing.
Getting caught by the baddies and them exposing him as a cop - all this guilt and whatnot with Gavin giving him This look, right, because FEELINGS.
To his surprise Gavin gets the two of them out of there, right. Strained silence as Gavin drives them somewhere he says is safe, Ryan sitting next to him with all these Things he wants to say but now doesn’t seem the time? (Doesn’t seem like Gavin would be willing to hear them, so he keeps them locked down tight and waits to see what’s going to happen.)
Gavin drives them to the richie rich neighborhood he and Ryan had their sights set on, pulls up to one and gets them past the gate. Pulls into the garage and shuts the engine off, Stares at his hands on the steering wheel for the longest time, takes a deep breath like he’s got something to say -
The door leading to the house is thrown open and out spills Ryan’s idiots, a riot of noise and Concern as they swarm his side of the car, get him out and drag him into the house to get him patched up. (Got a little roughed up when the baddies caught them, but it could have been a lot worse if Gavin didn’t get them out of there.)
When things quiet down, Ryan looks over to where Gavin and Lindsay are talking and it comes out that he’s a damn fed, they both are. Working for a long,long time to track this criminal ring down and the exasperation when they found out about the task fore, okay.
Lindsay and Gavin debating whether or not to interfere when Ryan proved to be such a terrible thief. (Ryan’s little “hey, I’m not that bad” that gets Looks from everyone present, because my God man.)
And then the night Gavin happened upon Ryan’s car - unlocked, who even does that with thieves running around??? - and everything up to now.
Gavin looking a little guilty himself when Ryan looks at him, because two wrongs and all, but this is Good Thing? Or something, since now Ryan doesn’t have to worry about the whole arresting Gavin and sending him to jail portion of things.
Awkwardness abounds because Lindsay totally knows Gavin also has a Thing for Ryan, right? (Hasn’t done anything about it though because not like he and Lindsay are going to be sticking around once they bring this crime ring down, and also surely Ryan wouldn’t be interested in Gavin, perish the thought.)
Everyone (except Gavin) knows Ryan has a Thing for Gavin and it‘s the height of entertainment for them as they work together to bring the crime ring down.
Shenanigans in which there are thrilling car chases and the whatnot, and that ~emotional goodby scene between Ryan and Gavin once things are over.
...A few months later Ryan gets word that the task force is going to partner with some federal agency or other on another crime ring or what have you. He’s like, sure, fine. Whatever you say Geoff and not really interested because he’s still nursing his bruised/broken heart over the Gavin Thing, right?
But surprise, surprise, the feds joining the task force and Gavin and Lindsay. Because reasons!!1!
(They also brig Alfredo and Fiona with them, and it’s just chaos all around the moment they meet Trevor and Geoff has never regretted his life choices more.)
Awkward reunion bit in which Ryan is cautiously optimistic about things between them. (Look, his city is absolutely riddled with crime and the whatnot, Gavin and Lindsay might be around for a while is all.)
Everyone else set up a new betting pool - they were so damn certain one of their morons would have made a move the first time around, but no, they were just too dumb for that, so.
Ryan and Gavin completely oblivious about the betting pool and worried about the whole fraternization thing - so they start a ~secret relationship.
Don’t realize at all the others figure it out after a while - cannot for the life them figure out why everyone’s annoyed with them for the longest time. (Can’t win the betting pool if no one knows when they got together or who made the first move, and they all take turns trying to get the information out of them without being obvious about it.)
At some point one of them gets caught by some baddies and it’s a harrowing ordeal - come too close to death for anyone’s peace of mind and there’s a touching reunion scene.
The two of them realizing too late they’re not alone and oh, no, now they’ve really done it, but everyone is focused on keeping them alive to deal with that.
And then when they do -
“Okay, so now that you two are officially done being idiots (about this one thing,at any rate) there’s something we need to know.”
Ryan and Gavin bracing themselves for who even knows what, and Lindsay slams her hands on the desk between them. Demands to know the exact date and time they got their shit together because it’s of the utmost importance you assholes!
(They put a lot of money into that goddamned betting pool, and like hell are they going to let it sit there gathering dust,so answer the damn question!!1!)
Naturally, Ryan and Gavin give different answers and continue to do so for forever because hey, wow, rude much? And also, just because.
And, like.
Undercover crime-solving shenanigans ever after I guess???
ALSO.
Matt Bragg as this hacker they bring in at some point who decided he’d rather work for the “good guys” than go to prison. (”Do I look like the kind of guy who’d do well in prison?”)
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Bodyguard - Chapter Twenty-seven “Undercover” Part One
Hello, I hope you’re all doing great. Here is chapter twenty-seven of my story Bodyguard. I’m sorry by advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link of the previous chapter: Click Here.
I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛
My feet in the white sand. A wave sound that whispers to my ears. A radiant sun floods the landscape… and illuminates a silhouette a few meters from me. A silhouette that I could now draw with my eyes closed. The line of her curves, the smallest details of her face. She swirls for a few moments, then advances towards the sea, sweeping the water with her toes. But a second silhouette is approaching her soon. Then hugged her from behind, and I can clearly see a smile on the soft face that I have observed so much. I look away despite myself when I see the face of this man slip against her cheek and drop a kiss. - Ok, cut! The director’s voice announces the end of the take and I let out a sigh as a deliverance. - Darling, you were… beautiful… the music video will be beautiful… Thank you very much! The overflowing enthusiasm of the director makes me smile while looking up, I meet the eyes of Amelia who smiles also to me. - George, I told you that you would love her… she’s the best! - Thanks, April, Amelia answers, affectionately touching her friend’s shoulder. This exchange marks the end of a shoot… an express shoot in two days, completely redesigned in disaster. Richard had worked miracles to reorganize everything and thus blurring the tracks with the crazy who threatened Amelia. However, he was not on the trip, some obligations with the record company kept him on Seattle. April had been a great help for this alternative decided at the last minute, especially because she had found the masterpiece for this project: the director. Amelia had indeed decided to change, taking advantage of the complete reworking of the shoot to take more liberties. The director had also promptly suggested the location for the filming after having integrated that Amelia wished a landscape of beach for frame… a small beach in Campeche, Mexico, chosen by George O’Malley, a young director in the making who Amelia was giving her a chance, on the advice of April.
The filming ended after a smooth run and under a bright sun: the team was small but efficient, five technicians in addition to the director, an actor, and April who also played in the music video, taking the role of « friend » alongside Amelia, thus combining fiction and reality. Amelia had indeed offered to her to play this role… as a thank you for the one that allowed her to find a director… and a place for the music video. The two days of filming were punctuated by the scenes between April and Amelia as well as the scenes with the actor: a certain Antonio, a dark-haired young man with a pretty face… probably a model in parallel with his acting career. No alert had come to tarnish the unwinding of the music video, the only uncontrollable element was proving… the director himself. A true artist in his way of being: a striking exuberance, pathways of thought hard to follow.
The singing voice of the director precisely reframes me with the moment while I approached the small group, leaving my position as an observer. - With all these beautiful images, if we don’t do wonders… I really have no talent! - Amaze me, George, I’m counting on you! I trust you, don’t disappoint me! - I promise you, my dear! The director responds smiling. I think I’ll get straight to the treatment of the rushes while the ideas are fresh… - I can surely help you George, suggest April. I take a look at April, surprised by this offer and I notice at the corner of the eyes, the same head movement from Amelia. - I could turn things around to make it fit for Amelia, I know her by heart… and I have a more flexible schedule than you, sweetie… says April, finding the look of her friend. - Are you sure April? You have already done so much for this music video, I don’t want to force you to stay… - I’ll be delighted, George retorts with a huge smile to April. The young woman smiles back and I feel that her offer has another purpose than just help George on the music video… but it is probably an impression. - Do you want to stay a little longer then? Because we were supposed to leave tomorrow… - Yes, one or two more days, will it be George? - Perfect, says George. - Okay, as you wish. - It will not be a problem for arrangements on the trip… as soon as Mr. & Mrs. Harcourt leave together, the cover is safe! Says April laughing. I smile a little nervously at the mention of this detail… a detail that April never tired of supporting for two days now.
48 hours ago.
- Thank you, Nathan, for receiving me so quickly and having paid all the details. - No problem Owen, you know you can count on me. I beg you, sit down! I sit on the seat closest to me in the meeting room that Nathan takes care to close behind him. A room immaculate white, without the slightest touch of decoration, a very special atmosphere… neutrality peculiar to this world of special forces that had punctuated much of my life. - All the items you need are in this envelope. I managed to redo your papers and I also provided accommodation on site. I called Nathan after having the agreement by Amelia that we organize the music video in a place other than the one originally planned… to blur the tracks. To put the odds on our side that the crazy cannot find us once he understands that the filming doesn’t take place in Santa Barbara, I availed to seek the help of special units… for us to travel under other identities, which makes us almost invisible to everyone.
I open the envelope that Nathan hands me and I remove five elements: three passports, a multi-page leaflet, and a smaller, sealed white envelope. I grab the first passport and open it gently: a picture of me appears to me, and a name that makes me smile immediately « Owen Harcourt ». - You could not help it! - I had to find a name, so I know how easy it was on this one! Replies Nathan watching me. Owen Harcourt… a name that reconnects me with a flood of memories… a nickname that had marked many missions, almost another part of me… I close the passport and open the next one, that of April… become « April Nemours ». Then I finally discover the last, knowing that it is that of Amelia: it’s her face that’s showing before my eyes, but it’s another detail that captures my attention… - Amelia… Harcourt…? Maiden name Nemours… Nathan, you could not find anything else? - Owen, you know that the best cover for traveling peacefully is husband and wife. In your position, since you have to accompany her constantly, it’s easier. I remain downcast on the context that installs this cover while listening to Nathan. - You know I’m right Owen… I nod with the closing of the passport. He had actually made the right choice, but a choice that was not going to make the next few days easy. I always wondered about Amelia’s feeling… not to mention that my own reactions were not always obvious: I was already predicting that this cover would only make things a bit more complex than they were already… - That’s what I believe inside? I asked, pointing to the little white envelope. - You know me, I don’t do things in half, all the accessories are provided to assume a cover… I put the little envelope in my jacket without opening it. - And here, you will find all the details about the hotel that I booked for you. I choose a luxury hotel: it’s the best option to avoid questions. The staff in this kind of hotels are discreet but also very vigilant about the tranquility of their customers and they systematically filter the comings and goings. I scan the leaf of the eyes after identifying the place, a hotel in Campeche and a reservation for two rooms in the name of Harcourt and Nemours. - Two suites reserved… they are on the same floor and connected… so that April and Amelia could take a suite both and you take the second, without arousing suspicion… as long as you remain on your guard at the slightest suspicious sound… I replace the passports in the envelope and the details of the hotel. I get up while shaking Nathan’s hand. - Thanks for all, Nathan. I know it was not easy for you to organize everything. - Your welcome. I smile at him one last time. - Do you have everything you need? - Yes, no doubts. - Owen, I feel you upset, but don’t be. You did it hundreds of times in the past. Don’t get lost in the lies. I nod my head while listening to my former mentor reassure me. - Well, let’s go to your Amelia, I know you’re not calm when you don’t see her anymore, he announces a little louder while smiling at me.
He opens the door, I follow him, and we find Amelia in the next room waiting for us patiently. I’d rather pick up the items without her presence near to Nathan, in case we had to change some things or improvise details. I didn’t want to put her in touch with the backstage of this world… of this other part of my life. I had not been able to come alone this time, however, since the last threats, I was not willing to leave her at home with the only presence of Richard to watch over her. - Everything is fine? She asks, seeing us enter the room. - Yes, Nathan thought of everything as usual. - All the better, she says smiling while looking at Nathan. - I will have to leave you, I have obligations that call me here. Amelia, it was a real pleasure to meet you. My daughters love you and I understand better why now seeing you. - Thank you a lot. And thank you for helping us, I appreciate everything you do… - No problem. I wish you, in any case, very good filming, Mexico is a beautiful place, enjoy serenely. You have the best at your side to protect you. - I know… I look down, a little uncomfortable listening to them evokes me as well. I look up as Nathan finishes with a hand-kissing to Amelia that makes me smile. I shake hands with Nathan without a word, but content myself with a strong look that is enough to convey to him all my gratitude.
The door slams after Nathan’s departure. I find the look of Amelia who observes me and I read a series of questions in her eyes. - So, what exactly have you recovered? I put the envelope on the table and reveal the contents. - Our new identities… I give her her passport, which she hastens to open. - Where did you get this picture? It’s not the one on my passport… I don’t answer her and she redirects her attention to the details of the document. - Amelia Harcourt… it sounds good! You will make me think to point out to Nathan that he has chosen very well my new name, she says with a smile. And what is your new identity? I take a breath before opening my passport. - Owen…Harcourt? But you mean that… I plunged my hand into the inside pocket of my jacket to retrieve the little white envelope that I had taken care to place there. I unhook it and let its content fall on the table and resonate in contact with this surface: two brilliant rings escape first and contrast sharply with the white atmosphere of the room. And a third more sophisticated ring escapes from the envelope: the ring wears a row of diamonds and two sapphires drawing the symbol of infinity. A ring that I recognize instantly… a ring that I didn’t expect to see again… but Nathan had obviously hidden things from me. - It’s the safest cover given the situation. I notice that she seizes the ring that would act as an engagement ring, to observe a little closer. - They are just props for illusion… you can separate from it when we are not outside… She finds my eyes after resting the ring on the table. - The ring is very pretty… - I hope it will go to your finger, we will not have time to take it back. The wedding ring is adapted to your size. She takes the ring with her fingertips and slips it to her left ring finger, putting it on without any difficulty. - It seems to be going, right? She announces, showing me her hand, dressed in this jewel. A jewel I had only seen on the finger of two women… two women who had counted for different reasons in my life. - Yes, it suits you perfectly… I murmured while looking away, disturbed by waves of memories.
A net of light escaping from my left hand materializes the cover that we had thereby set up, while the ring captures the intense light of the Mexican sun. A context that April took pleasure in putting forward as soon as she could since we left for Mexico. - Actually April, as long as we leave together with Amelia, you can live your life… Miss Nemours… I answer with a smile back. - Besides talking about living my life, Amelia, can I talk to you for a second alone, please? Amelia nods and the two young women are shifting a little further. I watch them out of the corner of my eyes when George’s voice calls me. - Tell me, Owen… I have a question a bit peculiar… is she single? - Amelia? - No, Amelia… I have no chance… no, I was talking about April. - Uh… I think she has no one in her life right now… anyway, that was the case a few weeks ago… but I would not want to mislead you… - Thanks… if nothing is official, I can probably try my luck! Movements are perceived to my right as the girls are already coming back to us. I meet Amelia’s eyes, but she reassures me with a nod that everything is fine. - April, if you’re ready, could we go back to the workroom to watch the first rushes? George offers, showing real enthusiasm after our swift exchange. - Yes, no problem, I follow you, see you later! April launches us, moving away with George. They both leave in the direction of George’s car, parked a few meters from the beach. - Did April have something to ask you? - Yes… well… she would like to have the room for herself tonight… she wanted to make sure it did not cause me any problems… I’m listening to Amelia as Antonio’s silhouette gradually gets closer to us. - So only small detail compared to last night, it will be necessary to cohabit in the same room… I find the look of Amelia within a few seconds, challenged by this new information, but the voice of Antonio rise close to us and quickly diverts my attention. - Amelia… can you come with me for a moment? Although Mexican, his English was perfect without the slightest accent. - Yes, of course, she answers with a smile after giving me a last look. I observe Antonio pass a hand in the back of Amelia and lead her a few steps further to the edge of the sea. I can see that a discussion is taking place between them, first dominated by Antonio’s words, then some of Amelia’s short answers, sometimes even embarrassed, while I notice some downcast and fleeting glances from her. A gesture of Antonio captivates me when his hand advances slightly to lay on the bare arm of the singer… and come and go as in a caress. A cold, smooth surface suddenly resonates under my fingers. And I end up recognizing that an unconscious gesture has taken hold of me as I slide my wedding ring under my forefinger and my thumb… this ring mark of a link factitious and purely virtual, but that I had not bothered to withdraw upon arriving at the location of the shooting. Amelia stands out slightly from Antonio’s touch and I can perceive that he pauses in his words, before stretching a piece of paper that she finally accepts after a few seconds of hesitation. She smiles furtively at him then goes away, leaving him alone… and comes back to me again. Antonio looks pensive and joined some technicians still present, a few steps from him.
Amelia is quickly repositioning herself by my side and I hasten to take my fingers off the ring of my left hand. I stealthily touch my jacket, to feel under the tips of my fingers this sheet of paper that I had placed in the pocket of my inner jacket… this letter of resignation that I took care to bring with me, to reconnect me to reality. - We can go back to the hotel, I think we’re done here. Can you give me back my accessories for my role of Mrs. Harcourt? She asks me in a smile. I perform and slide my right hand into my pants pocket. I thus recover the wedding ring and the engagement ring which she had separated for the shooting… but that she had to hand over to return to the hotel. - Thank you, she whispers me taking the jewels of my hand. She slips the wedding ring to her left hand and the engagement ring on her right ring finger. - Antonio looked upset after your discussion… - His offer took me a little short… - Offer? - Yes… he invited me to dinner. I remain silent, but this information instantly makes me tense. I was already anticipating a difficult evening to manage. - I think he was surprised by my reaction. He must be used to the fact that women are instantly enthusiastic, which was not really been my case. I had a flood of questions that invaded my mind… all centered around you. I observe her, surprised by her last precision. - Yes, well, if I dine with him… you must be present one way or another and I have a little trouble to imagine what such a dinner would look like, in which you would stay in the shade, on a table adjoining ours or outside the restaurant to observe us, she says with a laugh. And then it’s obviously not a proposition that a married woman can accept, right? She finished in a smile. « Don’t get lost in your lies ». Nathan’s words echo in my head after Amelia’s remark and I speak again immediately. - Amelia, it’s only a cover… if you go outside Campeche, you don’t have to maintain the illusion. And as far as I’m concerned, if you give me a little time and if you know the place of the date, I can try to organize things accordingly. She looks at me for a moment and then speaks again. - You will not have to give yourself that bad. Because before all, to accept this invitation, it is necessary that it tempts me, which is not the case at all. I clearly want to enjoy my last night in this beautiful city. And by thinking about it quickly, there is only one solution, I believe, to reconcile caution and trip outside… She lowers her eyes on her hands and takes a short break. Her head is gradually rising and her eyes instantly find mine. - So… can I hope to have dinner with my husband tonight? She suggests in a whisper. Diner. Husband. Two words that are enough to make me lose the thread. I was not prepared at all for this idea. I perceive my eyes grow a little more while fixing her. - Well… I mean… I know that I don’t fear anything with you… I can also spare myself to stay cloistered at the hotel… it is a simple and reasonable solution… no? Her tone of voice is more hesitant as she justifies herself as if trying to convince me. I don’t know what to say to her. I was not expecting this request. Or maybe, I was waiting for it while dreading for it. - But… you can refuse… She looks down, pronouncing these last words. I don’t know how long I stayed silent, stuck on her words offering me a way out in a whisper. An alternative, a choice that she left me and that I had to seize to avoid complicating things. But when she looks up, her eyes are different, bright and so expressive. Words escape from her mouth but I had trouble hearing them, troubled by her look that contradicts her words perfectly. - You can refuse…
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[Translation] SERVAMP School Festival Track 3

I got busy with moving apartments so I couldn’t update much but now that I’m settled, here’s the third track of School Festival! My internet’s finally stable enough to post more frequently, yay~
The words of the day from this track is ‘sniper angel’ XD
Track 3: [ドキッ★猟師だらけの即興劇 ~赤ずきんちゃん~] “Boom ★ An impromptu play full of hunters ~Little Red Riding Hood~”
Under the cut as usual, enjoy~
Track 3: [ドキッ★猟師だらけの即興劇 ~赤ずきんちゃん~] “Boom ★ An impromptu play full of hunters ~Little Red Riding Hood~”
MAHIRU: Going back a month ago, our class decided to do a play during our long homeroom but…
LILY: Alright~ Now, let’s decide the programme for the play! Is there anyone here who has suggestions?
TSUBAKI: I’ll be the scriptwriter! I’ll write and direct everything. I’m sure it won’t be interesting if you do it~
BELKIA: Eh~? Can you include my super special magic show, too~?
TSUBAKI: Of course! I wanna make it a wonderful battle royale where every single character will draw blood~
SAKUYA: Ah, you don’t have to include me but… I’ll just kill you whenever I want.
LICHT: I want a play where I can be with cute animals.
LICHT: The main characters will of course be me, Mr. Cat, and Mr. Fox.
LICHT: I’d be happy if there was a Mr. Bird, too.
HYDE: That means Lichtan will be the only human character! No way! REJECTED!
HYDE: I wanna do some really cool stunts!
LICHT: Hah?! I wasn’t asking for your suggestion.
MAHIRU: Think rationally! It’d be impossible to do an original play in one month.
MAHIRU: And also, a super violent person shouldn’t be in charge!
TSUBAKI: Awww, how uninteresting…
HUGH: Hmm~ How about a fairy tale?
TETSU: A fairy tale? Like Momotaro?1
HUGH: Correct! If it’s a story that’s been around for a long time, the audience will understand it quickly.
HUGH: And if the main characters are already well-known, it should be easier for us to act.
TETSU: I see. Hugh-sensei always says such great things.
HUGH: (laughs) Treasuring tradition is a great thing.
MAHIRU: “Us?” Does that mean you’ll be acting, too, Hugh?
HUGH: Of course! I’m the assistant homeroom teacher after all~
MAHIRU: You’re still a teacher though…
MAHIRU: Well, going with a fairy tale might be a good idea!
MAHIRU: It’s simple and easy to understand.
LILY: Oh, then a fairy tale with lots of characters might be good! I want to be a part of it, too~
MAHIRU: You, too?!
BELKIA: Ah~ Then, isn’t that one a great idea?
BELKIA: The one where about seventeen dwarves appear~? What was it again?
TSUBAKI: Wait, Bel! That’s the wrong number~ Snow White only has seven dwarves.
BELKIA: Ah-ha-ha~ I got it wrong~
SAKUYA: You’re too off the mark.
LICHT: Do animals appear?
HYDE: They don’t.
LICHT: Then it’s rejected.
HYDE: For what reason?!
HYDE: But I’m interested~ The story’s climax is when the prince kisses the princess! We’ll do it with these members?
MAHIRU: Let’s choose another one.
MAHIRU: Hmm… A story where animals appear… Ah! How about Little Red Riding Hood?
MAHIRU: It’s a wolf though.
TETSU: How does that story go?
LILY: Let’s see~ (clears throat)
LILY: The main character is a young girl wearing a red cloak. She was asked by her mother to visit her sick grandmother in the forest. But, on the way, she’s tricked by a mean wolf and she loses her way. While she was wandering, the wolf went and ate her grandmother. After tricking Red Riding Hood that he was her grandmother, he ate her, too. And then, a hunter who happened to be passing by saw the situation and cut the wolf’s stomach to save them both. The three of them kill the werewolf and they lived happily ever after~
LILY: That’s about how it goes~
TETSU: The grandma’s pretty chill after being swallowed whole by a wolf. She’s so tough and cool, huh?
TETSU: I’m fine with this story.
LICHT: Of course, the main character will be me, the angel.
TSUBAKI: Heh~ I wanna do it, too.
HYDE: (laughs) You two! Red Riding Hood is supposed to be a cute girl.
HYDE: How about looking in the mirror first?
LICHT: You can just stand there and be the grass.
HYDE: Is there even a role like that?! More like, how am I gonna act grass?!
MAHIRU: Hey, Kuro. You awake?
KURO: I’m sleeping…
MAHIRU: You’re not! If you don’t say anything we’ll end up doing this play, you know?
MAHIRU: Are you fine with that?
KURO: Don’t care. I’m fine with anything as long as it’s not the main character.
KURO: Let me just play the stone that rolls around or something.
LICHT: Isn’t that great, shit rat? You finally have a rock friend.
HYDE: Is a grass’s friend a rock?
(door opens)
MIKUNI: You seem to be having a fun talk. Let me in on it, too~
MAHIRU: Mikuni-san, please go back to your own class.
MIKUNI: Eh~? You’re no fun!
MIKUNI: It’s obvious that the older brother would fill in for his sick younger brother, right?
MIKUNI: Doesn’t that lift off the feeling of uneasiness~?
MAHIRU: No, I can only feel more anxious now.
MIKUNI: Hm… Red Riding Hood, huh?
MIKUNI: Ah! I wanna play the prince~
MAHIRU: There isn’t one!
***
MAHIRU: In the end, we couldn’t decide which should play what role so we just drew lots.
MAHIRU: There’s a lot of people and there had to be narrator.
MAHIRU: Though, in the end, how they would act was still unpredictable so it ended up being an impromptu play…
***
(curtain opens)
(audience applause)
※ MAHIRU is the narrator and he speaks through a mic.
MAHIRU: Long ago, in a far-off place, there lived a very special little girl.
MAHIRU: The girl wore a red cape that her grandmother made for her and since it suited her so, she was given the nickname ‘Little Red Riding Hood.’
LILY: Oh, Red Riding Hood. Grandmother is sick at her home by the forest. Would you go and visit her?
KURO: No way. (he starts playing video games)
LILY: Eh?
KURO: Too troublesome. Don’t wanna go out.
MAHIRU: Little Red Riding Hood hated troublesome things.
LILY: Oh no! (quietly) The story won’t move forward if you say that.
LILY: (clears throat) Grandma Misono would be happy to see you, too. Would you go see her?
KURO: It’s normal for Bastard-chan to not feel well, right?
LILY: Geez! Don’t say that.
KURO: Don’t pull my clothes!
KURO: If I say I won’t go then I won’t.
MAHIRU: Little Red Riding Hood really hated doing troublesome things.
LILY: Come now, it won’t even take 30 minutes to walk there.
LILY: You just have to give her this grape juice and cake.
KURO: Then you go do it. I’ll watch the house.
LILY: Ah, then, let’s do this! In exchange for visiting her, I’ll buy you a new game console.
LILY: I’ll even include a soda and potato chips with it~!
LILY: Now, what will you do?
KURO: Guess I have no choice. (Kuro stands up)
MAHIRU: Little Red Riding Hood’s feelings were finally captivated.
MAHIRU: Wearing her trademark red cloak and carrying her cell phone, she went on her way.
LILY: (sighs) Now the story can finally continue.
LILY: Hm? K-Kuro! You forgot to take the basket with the juice and cake in it!
***
(birds chirping)
MAHIRU: Meanwhile in the forest, there was a wolf lurking, looking for a victim.
HYDE: Hey, hey, everyone~! It’s your miracle wolf who’s overflowing with coolness and cuteness at the same time, Lawless-chan!
HYDE: Sorry for making you wait~
MAHIRU: That’s kinda irritating… A-ah…! (clears throat) However, rumours about the wolf have been circulating recently so most people have started avoiding the forest.
MAHIRU: And so the wolf was starving.
HYDE: I’m so hungry! Who was the stupid guy who said that there was a wolf in the forest?!
HYDE: I’m just a very, very kind wolf, ya know~?
(footsteps)
HYDE: Huh?
MAHIRU: The wolf was sure that he heard the sound of a human’s footsteps.
MAHIRU: When he took a small peek, what caught his eye was the deep red cloak.
(footsteps)
HYDE: (to himself) That’s… It’s Red Riding Hood, huh~ (laughs menacingly)
HYDE: (to himself) I’m so lucky to have my prey walk right in here!
HYDE: (comes out from his hiding place) Little miss, where are you going~?
MAHIRU: Are you hitting on him?!
HYDE: Yeah, I’m talking to you~ You wearing the red hood!
TSUBAKI: Eh? I—Me?
HYDE: Yes! Do you have food with you? I’m really starving, ya see?
TSUBAKI: Then, tell me something interesting~
HYDE: Huh…?
TSUBAKI: If you tell me something interesting I’ll give you some food.
TSUBAKI: You’re fine with some kibidango2, right~?
MAHIRU: That’s from Momotaro! I heard that he’d be the director so why’s he playing Red Riding Hood, too?!
TSUBAKI: Shirota Mahiru, I can hear you! I think I have more merit playing the main character than Sloth’s Sleepy Ash~!
TSUBAKI: My image color’s red, too~
MAHIRU: That’s all?!
BELKIA: (panting) Tsubakyun, the hunter’s not there. Geh! It’s a wolf!
SAKUYA: (in a monotone voice) Wah!
SAKUYA: Well, I’ll be running away so take care of the rest. (they run away)
TSUBAKI: Wait! Save me. That’s your role, right?
HYDE: I don’t remember there being a role like that.
HYDE: Anyway, are you really Red Riding Hood? It seems veeeeeeerrrry suspicious.
TSUBAKI: I didn’t draw it but I wanted to play this role. Got a problem with that?
MAHIRU: Of course we do! That’d make the cards meaningless then! What are you doing?!
TSUBAKI: It’s an impromptu show so don’t sweat the small stuff.
HYDE: I can’t go along with this! I have to go find the real Red Riding Hood.
MAHIRU: (sighs) When the wolf found out that it wasn’t the real Red Riding Hood, he went on his way.
MAHIRU: While he was walking, he saw a person’s figure by the refreshing shade of a tree.
(snoring)
HYDE: A red hood…? Is it the real one this time~?
MAHIRU: The wolf called out to the figure and slowly approached them.
HYDE: He~llo~ If you sleep here you’ll catch a cold, Nii-s— ah, no, Little Red Riding Hood!
KURO: Hmmm?
HYDE: What are you doing in a place like this?
KURO: I was on the way to visit someone but I suddenly got sleepy.
KURO: It’s the end for me… Go in my place.
KURO: I’ll… leave it… to you…
MAHIRU: You make it sound so gallant like you just got defeated by an enemy but you’re just gonna sleep!
(snoring)
HYDE: But isn’t this a chance? I should go to her grandma’s house and eat her while she’s here sleeping. And then when Red Riding Hood gets there later, I’ll eat her, too?
HYDE: (laughs) I knew it! I’m a genius!
HYDE: I got it! I’ll fulfil that request of yours.
KURO: Y-yeah… I’ll leave it to you. (snores)
HYDE: If you say so then I’ll go no—
(gun cocking sounds)
LICHT: Don’t move.
HYDE: …! Don’t tell me…! The hunter is Lichtan!?
LICHT: I’m not a hunter, I’m an angel!
HYDE: Ah… Eh… Um… You drew the ‘hunter’ card, didn’t you?
LICHT: Even as an angel, I can exterminate demons with this rifle.
LICHT: Today I am a sniper angel.
HYDE: I see…
MAHIRU: There’s nothing to be satisfied about that!
LICHT: Have you repented yet? Get lost, you shitty demon!
HYDE: Ah no, I’m not a demon, I’m a wol— (gunshot)
HYDE: EEEHHHH?!!! Why’d you bring a real gun!?
(gunshots continue)
HYDE: (panicking) Woah! Wai—wait!! Listen to me! (more gunshots)
HYDE: This is a fairy tale! We need to do it without violence! LOVE AND PEACE!!
LICHT: It won’t hit you if you keep running away! (gunshots)
HYDE: Of course I’d be running away!
MAHIRU: And then, a new figure suddenly appeared.
HUGH: Stop the needless scuffle!
LICHT: Who are you?
HUGH: If you keep shooting blindly, you might hit an innocent animal unexpectedly.
HUGH: Is that alright with you?
LICHT: …! That’s--- That’s not good…
HUGH: (panting) I—I’m also an innocent animal though…
LICHT: Bastard, what are you?
LICHT: Are you an angel? Or are you a demon?
HUGH: That is a great question. My name is Hugh the Dark Algernon III!
HUGH: I am a hunter in this forest.
HYDE: Don’t tell me… There’re two hunters?!
HUGH: This is my apprentice Tetsu.
TETSU: Hey, nice to meet ya.
MAHIRU: Wha—That’s too many hunters!
HYDE: Three hunters…? Isn’t 3 against 1 with a wolf a little unfair?!
LICHT: No, it’s not really. As long as it’s for cleaning up demons.
TETSU: Cleaning up? What’ll we do? Wash him like laundry?
HYDE: Please don’t treat people like dirty clothes!
HUGH: I’ve heard that this wolf is a bad one who eats people.
HUGH: It’d do us good to get rid of him now.
TETSU: I see. (cracks knuckles)
HYDE: Bare-handed even though you’re a hunter?!
HYDE: Please wait! I’ve never even eaten a human before!
HUGH: Hm? Is that so?
HYDE: I was just really starving and… I was only pestering passers-by to give me some of their food.
TETSU: What should we do, Hugh-sensei?
HUGH: I don’t think what he’s saying is true but never mind. I’ve decided to believe him.
LICHT: We won’t exterminate him…?
HYDE: Why do you sound a little disappointed?
HYDE: Wait—You mentioned that he’s your apprentice, right? Are you master and student?
TETSU: Yeah, Hugh-sensei’s amazing. Even though he’s small he can kill a bear in one strike.
HUGH: Tetsu’s doing pretty great for an apprentice, too!
HUGH: Even during the rain…
(flashback sort of scene)
(thunder claps)
HUGH: Not yet, Tetsu! We won’t go home until you throw that boar off the cliff.
TETSU: Yeah.
HUGH: Even during the strong winds…!
(flashback)
(strong wind blowing)
HUGH: Woah! I feel like I’ll be blown away!
TETSU: Are you alright, Sensei? Grab on to me.
HUGH: We’ve trained long and hard. Even now, we’re undefeated in this forest. We’re one in mind and spirit—
MAHIRU: Stop, stop! It’s a nice story but it’s got nothing to do with our play! Let’s leave that out!
MAHIRU: Meanwhile, at Grandma’s house…
MAHIRU: Mother Lily had delivered the grape juice and cake herself after Red Riding Hood forgot to bring it.
LILY: (sighs) Red Riding Hood’s taking so long… I wonder what path she took.
LILY: This area’s been pretty dangerous lately so I hope she didn’t run into some trouble.
MISONO: (scoffs) That one’ll do something about it on her own. Also, you didn’t have to visit me.
LILY: You’re still saying that. In truth you were really looking forward to it, weren’t you?
MISONO: …! That’s not true!
LILY: You even brought out your special tea cups~
MISONO: Th—That’s… I just happened to bring it out.
LILY: Now, now. I brought your favourite juice and cake so why don’t we eat first?
MISONO: It’s… It’s a chocolate cake, right?
LILY: Of course! It’s your favourite cake after all~
MAHIRU: At that time, a sudden knock on the door came.
(knocks)
MISONO: Is that Red Riding Hood?
LILY: (whispering) Misono, it should be the wolf according to how the story goes.
MISONO: (whispering) This is bad…! This is supposed to be the scene where I was sleeping alone…!
MISONO: Hide for now, Lily!
LILY: Even if you say that there’s no—
MISONO: Anywhere will do!
LILY: I- I understand! (Lily hides under a blanket)
(door opens)
TSUBAKI: Good afternoon, Grandma~!
BELKIA: Oh my~ She’s really sleeping~
SAKUYA: Wasn’t the setting something like her having a cold?
TSUBAKI: (quietly) Ah~ Wait a sec, look at that.
SAKUYA: Hm?
TSUBAKI: The futon is… raised suuupeeer high.
TSUBAKI: That means that Grandma was already eaten~
TSUBAKI: So, the one sleeping there is—
BELKIA: A WOLF?!
TSUBAKI: Wait! Your voice is too loud, Bel~
SAKUYA: What should we do? Is there a hunter around?
TSUBAKI: Let’s do this~ (they start whispering incoherently)
SAKUYA: Eh… That sounds troublesome…
BELKIA: Alright, Tsubakyun~
TSUBAKI: Let’s go~
TSUBAKI: Grandma~ Are you feeling okay?
MISONO: …
TSUBAKI: Ah! You’re suffering so much that you can’t even speak!
TSUBAKI: Your ears are getting so red, too!
MISONO: … It’s because of the cold… (coughs)
TSUBAKI: Your bed hair is so messy, too!
MISONO: It’s because I was sleeping from the cold…!
TSUBAKI: And you’ve gotten so small, too!
MISONO: That’s…! (stutters) I-it might be because of the cold! (coughs)
BELKIA: What sort of cold is that?
TSUBAKI: Your stomach’s this large, too~ Should we return it back to normal?
LILY: (muffled) Ow! That hurts…! My body’s gonna get crushed…!
MISONO: (screams in pain) My—my stomach’s fine so don’t touch it!
TSUBAKI: Ho-ho~ I knew it~ Your stomach’s full so touching it is bad, huh~
MISONO: Huh?
BELKIA: Fooling us won’t do you any good! The proof’s right here!
MISONO: Stop!
(Belkia removes the blanket)
LILY: Ah… Hey there…
TSUBAKI/BELKIA: Eh…?
MAHIRU: Meanwhile, in the forest…
MAHIRU: The wolf and the hunters were still arguing.
MAHIRU: I wonder how long they’ll keep at it…
HYDE: I told you! If I don’t go to where the Grandma is, the story won’t progress!
LICHT: You think that simply letting a wolf like you go would end in a happy ending? Die.
TETSU: That’s true, you have a point.
HUGH: Hmm… But what if he’s really innocent?
HYDE: Ah, geez! Someone save me please!
MAHIRU: At that time… Hiding around in the bushes was another person!
MIKUNI: You have nothing to worry about. I’ll go to where Misono is.
HYDE: Ah…! Don’t tell me… You’re a second wolf?!
HYDE: Thank goodness! I was so troubled.
MIKUNI: No, I’m a tree.
HYDE: Huh…?
MIKUNI: A tree. (in English) Tree.
MAHIRU: Why’d you have to repeat it in English?!
MIKUNI: I mean, I look like a tree, right? I’m wearing brown and all.
HYDE: … Isn’t a tree supposed to just be standing!? I’ve never seen a tree with this much lines!
LICHT: The demons keep multiplying…!
MIKUNI: Aw come on~ I’m just a normal tree.
MIKUNI: My aura’s just a little bit intense so I understand the misunder— (gasps) You’ve been staring for a while… Don’t look at my Abel with those eyes!
HYDE: No one was looking! If you’re a tree then what role does that doll play!?
MIKUNI: Hah?! Abel’s a doll. She can’t play any role. Are you alright in the head?
HYDE: Eh?
HYDE: Lichtan, give me that rifle.
MIKUNI: Violence? Oh my, how scary~ So scary~!
(video game beeping sounds)
HUGH: You went up another level, huh?
KURO: Well, I play it everyday so…
TETSU: This Pokamon’s3 not really easy to get, right?
TETSU: Mr. Sloth—no, Red Riding Hood, you’re amazing. I have so much respect for you now.
HUGH: Oh? My Gorochu’s4 at a very high level now too, you know?
MAHIRU: (sighs) Red Riding Hood and Hunter 2 and 3 suddenly started playing Pokamon for some reason.
MAHIRU: Meanwhile, at Grandma’s house…
TSUBAKI: A strange man came out from the bed where the wolf’s supposed to be. What’s going on?
MISONO: (clears throat) I think you’re misunderstanding something but, I’m not a wolf.
MISONO: Aren’t you guys the wolf?
TSUBAKI: We aren’t… the wolf?
MISONO: I’m the grandmother! Lily’s the mother.
LILY: Ohohohoho~
TSUBAKI: The situation’s getting more and more complicated now!
TSUBAKI: (laughs) So not interesting…
BELKIA: Why is the mother here? Isn’t she supposed to be watching the house?
MISONO: This is… Um, there was a lot that happened, see?
MISONO: More importantly, who are you guys?!
TSUBAKI: Me? I’m Little Red Riding Hood!
LILY: Huh? Isn’t Kuro supposed to be Red Riding Hood?
TSUBAKI: Who the hell decided that?
SAKUYA: Well, you only decided to do this on your own though.
MISONO: Don’t think that I’ll forgive you for that, bastard!
LILY: Ah, Misono, calm down. Your blood pressure’s rising.
MISONO: Don’t treat me like the elderly! I’m still young!
(knocks)
MISONO: Who is it this time?!
HYDE: (disguising his voice; over the door) Good afternoon, Grandmother. It’s me, Red Riding Hood.
HYDE: (disguising his voice; over the door) I came here to visit you after hearing that you’re not well.
MISONO: You’re too late!!
HYDE: Huh?
MISONO: I’m saying that you’re too late! Red Riding Hood’s already here.
MISONO: I’m busy right now! Go home!
HYDE: (over the door) EH?! Wait!
MISONO: You’re persistent! Don’t tell me, you’re supposed to be the bad guy?
MISONO: I’m not gonna do anything! I won’t go along with you!
(banging on the door)
HYDE: OPEN UP! Just when I finally got to do something wolf-like after running away from Lichtan!
(gun cocking sounds)
LICHT: I finally found you, shit rat.
HYDE: (panics)
LICHT: I’ll exterminate you with my angel powers this time for sure.
HYDE: AAAAAHHHHH!!!! (gunshots)
LICHT: Die. (more gunshots)
HYDE: NOO!!!
LICHT: DIEEEEE!!!
MAHIRU: And so, Grandma protected herself and wasn’t eaten by the wolf.
MAHIRU: Uh… At that time, the real Red Riding Hood was…
(video game beeping)
KURO: (sighs) Home is really calming.
KURO: The outside is so scary with wolves and hunters. Can’t deal.
MAHIRU: Red Riding Hood is… back at home like usual…
MAHIRU: All’s well that ends well…
MAHIRU: Get a grip, you NEET Red Riding Hood!
==END==
Translator’s Notes:
1 “Momotaro/桃太郎” (lit. Peach Boy) is a famous hero legend in Japan about an old, childless couple who found a giant peach floating in the river. When they opened up the peach to eat it, a boy came out of the peach saying that he was sent by the Heavens to become their child. Years later, Momotaro left to fight a lot of demons. Along with his companions, they go and fight the demon and he returns home victorious with his spoils from the war. [Source]
2 The kibidango/吉備団子 is a famous Japanese delicacy that has an eponymous reference to an old province in Okayama Prefecture, the origins of the Momotaro story. And so it has a strong connection with Momotaro as well as it is a food that he was said to have carried. [Source]
3 ���Pokamon” is obviously a spoof on Pokemon XD
4 “Gorochu” is a parody of Pikachu.
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#servamp#servamp translations#my translations#imagine if this track was made into an ova lolol#i feel so sorry for hyde#and mahiru for having to keep up with everyone's shenanigans XD
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Vertical vs Horizontal Sales Persons
The journey of a product starts with the producers and ends with the consumers. The conventional sales channel consists of the producer, the wholesaler and the retailer. Most companies these days use hybrids of vertical and horizontal sales channels. So what do these terms stand for and what makes them different from each other?
Vertical Sales Channel
Let’s start with the vertical sales channel. The vertical sales channel unifies the different levels in the sales channel.
In a conventional marketing system, the wholesalers aim to make a profit at the cost of the retailers’ profit and vice versa. For example, in the apparel industry, profit margins for retail clothes are generally within a range of 4 per cent to 13 per cent. If the wholesale profit margin is increased, the profit of the retailer would decrease. The profit margin of the retailers must cover expenses like transportation costs and storage costs. Therefore, both the wholesalers and the retailers must not have conflicting interests.
If the system remains divided in their interests, the company suffers. Consider a system where the producer works with both the wholesalers and the retailer in order to maximise the profit generated. In such an arrangement the efforts of the different levels are unified and all the parties involved can benefit from the profit generated, hence preventing conflicts of interest. This system is what we call a vertical sales channel.
As you may have already observed, the strong points of this form of sales channel are its high efficiency and the clearly defined functions and responsibilities of each level. The vertical sales channels target a specific demographic of customers and specialise in a particular niche to maximise the profit in a specified area. As their efforts are undivided their main aim is to excel in the area they have chosen for themselves.
Vertical sales channels can be broadly divided into three types. Let’s take a look at each one to understand them better.
Corporate Vertical System
In this arrangement, one level in the vertical arrangement takes over the ownership and thus exerts control over the other levels. As the different levels are controlled by the owner, the efforts are unified and the complete authority minimises vertical level conflicts. An example is Apple who sells their products through their own retail stores. The vertical integration that IKEA follows is also worth mentioning. They have effectively cut down on transportation costs by allowing their customers to select furniture from their warehouses itself. The company is thus exempted from maintaining separate stores and having Swedwood as a subsidiary also allows them to control the supply of materials they need for production.
Contractual Vertical System
You have probably already seen these kinds of arrangements even if you are new to this field. That Pizza Hut or KFC near you are all working on a contractual system. In this system firms that work independently collaborate by drawing up contracts. Franchising is the most common form of the contractual vertical system. The producer can open up outlets to sell their products in different parts of the world by entering into a contract with local retailers. The local retailers thus get a chance to open a store under the name of the producer by paying an annual license fee and the brand value of the product can become their main selling point.
Administered Vertical System
Consider a vertical system with multiple levels, what happens when one level dominates in terms of power? That is exactly what an administered vertical system is. The vertical system consists of different levels working in unison, but when the system is administered, one level can exert control upon the other levels and set standards for the other levels. For example, retail giants like Walmart often dominate the supply chain through sheer size.
Horizontal Sales Channel
The horizontal sales channel as the name suggests involves the combination of two or more companies on equal terms. As these companies are from the same level, there is no hierarchy and the arrangement is mutually benefiting.
Have you ever waited for that one collaboration music video of your favorite singers? For the customers, when two companies come together for a venture, it creates the same kind of excitement. When the collaboration happens between well-established companies, like Uber and Spotify, the buzz generated is extensive, to say the least. Some collaborations may even make you wonder what brought them together. An example of this kind of collaboration is when Forever 21 launched a clothing range for the Taco Bell fan base. Fashion and food may not be an obvious pairing but what made this collaboration a success was the similarity in their target audiences. Both Taco Bell and Forever 21 cater to the youth and provide affordable products.
Horizontal sales channels are not limited to established brands. Smaller companies often come together to pool their resources and maximise their profit. So how does that work?
Companies who are just starting out often have limited resources and a limited workforce. If you are looking for a way to grow your company with your limited capital, chances are that another company is also looking to do the same. If your company focuses on a particular niche, collaborating with a company who specialises in another niche can help you cater to the needs of a wider demographic of customers and hence increase your reach and sales.
Horizontal sales channels succeed by pooling the resources available for production and thus growing their customer base. Foraying into a new field without proper expertise can be difficult but with horizontal sales channels, you can enlist the help of the companies who already specialize in the field instead of expending capital on trying to acquire the expertise on your own. These collaborations thus benefit from the expertise of the contributing parties. However, if the collaborators are not established in their respective fields their brand identity may suffer in a horizontal sales arrangement.
Conclusion
Choosing the right combination of sales channels for your company can be trying. When you are creating the sales channels you want to follow, firstly, make sure you have a clear cut idea on who your target audience is and what their needs are. The system you choose must ensure that you reach your target audience and fulfill their needs. The second point to keep in mind is the resources and capital you have. For example, you have limited resources and wish to expand your target audience, consider a horizontal system and choose a contributing company with the expertise and resources that can complement yours. And thirdly analyze which system gives your company the maximum profit. Making an informed choice can make all the difference as you are getting ready to start your venture.
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Fate is Bullshit-Chapter 2
During my classes, I couldn’t seem to pay attention. I knew I could get notes from someone else, but I just couldn’t keep my mind off of last night. That guy seemed oddly familiar, yet I’m not sure where from. Maybe he was in a few of my classes? Maybe from back home? I’m not sure. Yet I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to know the guy better.
As I tried to unlock my door, I heard the faint voices again. But they didn’t sound like actual people. Well, not exactly. It sounded like a recording.
A recording…was he…no, that’s not possible. They stopped. It all stopped. He wasn’t doing it.
But my curiosity got the best of me. Before I could stop myself, I was already knocking on his door.
The noise stopped suddenly. “Just a second!”
After a minute or two, he opened the door. “Hey Davi-oh, sorry.” He actually looked presentable today. His hair was brushed, he had on jeans instead of sweats, and a t-shirt that had ‘Smosh Games’ on the front. The sense of familiarity came back.
“I-I, well, uh-” “you okay?” He looked down at me, glancing back at something out of my sight. “Sorry if I’m bothering you. I just heard a noise the other night and then I heard it again a minute ago and I wanted to make sure you were okay and-” “woah, slow down. It’s Carson, right?” I nodded, taking a second to catch my breath. “Yeah. Wes?” “Mhm. Here, come in.” He opened the door, walking back to whatever he was looking at before.
Damn, I thought he looked bad.
There was a laptop set up at a table with a camera next to it, light emitting from it. Takeout boxes were scattered across the counter and table, the sink overflowing with coffee mugs. “College student?” I smiled to myself. “Close. Editor.” He shut his laptop, grinning as well. “And you?” “College, unemployed.” He sat down on a surprisingly clean couch, patting the cushion next to him. I shrugged a bit, sitting down. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, I just wanted to meet my neighbor.” “It’s fine, I’m just working on a video.” He glanced at the table. His expression molded into a wince. “I’m sorry this place is such a mess. I was waiting for a friend and didn’t realize it was such a mess.” “It’s fine, my apartment isn’t any better. Just less coffee mugs.” He sheepishly grinned, leaning back on the couch. “So, new neighbor, tell me about yourself.” “Well, you already know my name, I’m a music major, I’m minoring in literature, I haven’t been to the gym since I moved out of my ex’s place, and I thoroughly enjoy video games and the flute.” I glanced down at my hands, trying to avoid the obvious subject I didn’t intend on mentioning. Seems like he didn’t get the hint.
“So you doing okay? Yknow, after last night-” “I’m fine. So tell me about your job.” He got the hint this time.
“Well, I work for smosh games. Basically we all play video games and board games and screw around together, and I do a lot of editing. It’s pretty cool.” So that explains the gamer shirts and the noise. “You work for a video game company?” “Not quite. It’s a YouTube channel. If you ever have time you should watch it.” He smiled, tapping his fingers on his thighs. “So tell me about your job-” he stopped mid-sentence once he realized his mistake. “Well, when I find one I’ll tell you about it.” I laughed slightly to try and break the ice. “Sorry Carson, I forgot.” He wouldn’t really look at me, but I certainly couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.
They say a first impression is important, but I believe otherwise. It’s the second time you meet. You notice things you didn’t notice before. Like how he had really pale freckles over the bridge of his nose. How he had small creases under his eyes that you get from smiling constantly. How he had dark circles around his eyes that probably came from staying up late. How despite his loose shirt I could actually see some muscle definition, as much as I could given the circumstances. How his lips seemed to always be slightly curved into a smile.
How he looked cute even though he was probably dead tired.
No. No, he wasn’t cute. He wasn’t. I’m not ready for any type of relationship, especially not with my new neighbor. I’m ready to get through college and find a job and die alone.
“So, I take it you work with interns?” “Not really, even though we don’t really have any at the moment. I’m in the videos.” He glanced at his camera, his deep brown eyes lighting up. “Okay, your name is Carson, you’re in college, you’re unemployed, and you’re a music major?” I nodded slowly, watching the lightbulb go off. “Give me a few days to work something out.”
Wait, is that the end of this conversation? Is it done? What?
“So do you want me to leave or-” “sorry I just freaked out for a second, you can stay if you want.” I nodded slowly, a small smile on my face. “I’d love to.”
“So, how’s classes going?”
“So, Saturday at eleven?” “Sounds good. See you later Wesley.” He waved at me from the door, looking like an excited child despite his height. It’s funny how a guy with huge ass biceps can look eight. “Bye Carson!”
I walked back into my apartment, smiling to myself. Maybe that helped? Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.
I was fucking wrong.
“Hello Carson.”
Good god. I was sick of this.
“I want to play a game.”
This bitch couldn’t seem to understand that I must have done these traps a hundred times by now. But this one was different. This was a trap I hadn’t been in yet.
I couldn’t see out of my left eye.
My hands went straight to the mask in front of me, rusted metal grazing my fingertips.
“The device you are wearing will snap shut in one minute once this video is finished. The only way to remove it is to get the key. But I must warn you-it’s not in an easy place.”
I glanced forward with my good eye, seeing the x-ray before me. It was behind my bleeding eye.
“You have all the tools you need. Make your choice.”
The clock started ticking. I looked at the table in front of me, the mirror in the front. I quickly grabbed the razor, shoving it into my eye socket.
I stopped, letting out a whimper. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do this anymore. Night after night with these goddamn traps and I never seemed to win.
But I knew what happened if you didn’t play my the rules.
I screamed from the literally blinding pain, blood running down my face. As I ripped my eye out, shoving my hand inside. “Goddamnit! Fuck!” Blood ran down my lips. The familiar taste of copper.
The key wasn’t fucking there.
“You lying bastard! I play by your rules! Fuck you! Fuck your traps, fuck your rules, fuck your tapes, and especially, fuck you John goddamn Kramer! Fuck all of this!”
3…2…
“And fuck living.”
1-
I screamed right as I woke up. I practically ran out of bed, throwing myself into the bathroom.
The mirror showed the same me. The same tired, crying me. There were tears, but no blood.
I won his sadistic game. I had passed his test. I had walked out alive. I remember all of it clearly. But I needed confirmation. I needed to know that what happened was real.
I practically tore off my shirt, seeing the sports bra I had forgotten to take off.
They were there alright. All of those fuckers. The thick scar tissue stood out against my skin, all of the jagged marks across my back still there.
The ones on my stomach hadn’t left.
The ones on my legs were there.
The ones on my neck remained.
Every single mark from those traps was still there.
It still all felt like a dream. Like any second I’d wake up and be hanging from a chain again. That I’d open my eyes one night and be in a box with metal braces on my wrists. That one day, it’ll all be gone. The scars, the tapes, the memories, everything will just be gone-
“Carson?”
I jumped back, hands resting against the wall. My breathing stopped for a moment. It felt like my heart stopped too.
“Carson? Are you okay?” He started softly knocking on the door.
I made my way to the door, keeping my hands on the wall. “Hold on Wes.” My fingers ran over the cool doorknob. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t remember quite what it was. Then again, I didn’t give a shit at the moment. I turned the knob, opening the door about an inch or two. “It’s four in the morning Wes, what do you need-” “I heard you scream again and wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He put a hand on the door, probably to keep me from closing it. “I’m okay, it’s late, go back to-” “you screamed, that’s not good.” He tried pushing the door open, yet I held my ground. My weak, 5'3" ground.
“Wes, it was just a bad dream. Go. Back. To. Bed.” “Wanna talk about it?”
He really was pushing it.
“No, I don’t want to talk. Go to bed-” “come on, let me help somehow. Please carson, I just want to help.” He pressed back on the door, opening it a bit more.
“You can help by going back into your apartment.” “Carson, can you just let me help? Goddamnit, I don’t really like waking up to my neighbor screaming in the middle of the night.”
“Don’t you have work in the morning-” the door swung about halfway open, dull light flooding in.
Now I remembered. I only had sweats and a sports bra on. He could probably see all of the scars on my stomach.
My arms wrapped around my torso, trying to cover any scars that I remembered. I jumped back behind the door, my voice weak. “Okay. Fine. Just give me five minutes. I’ll be over in five minutes.” He nodded, walking back into the hall.
As I slid a loose shirt on, a thought crossing my mind.
I could just lock him out. I could just go back to bed and forget this ever happened. But I decided against it. It seemed really rude to leave someone hanging.
Besides, he didn’t know any better. He just wanted to help. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know that he’d just given me another heart attack tonight.
I slowly knocked on his door, my hands clasping the sleeves of my jacket. It was close to winter so a jacket didn’t seem that stupid. He opened the door after the second knock, a faint smile on his face. “Hey.” “Hey. Sorry it took so long-” “don’t worry about it. Get in here.” He shut the door behind me, locking it as well.
The place looked a little better. The boxes were mostly gone, but the cups remained. I smiled to myself at the thought that he actually straightened something up.
I sat down on the couch, trying to keep my nerves under control. Most of my thoughts were just anger, and I couldn’t explain why. Maybe it’s because I’ve read so many damn books where writers romanticize scars, even though they have no idea just how sick and twisted it is. Maybe it’s because I was mad at myself for screaming when I woke up. Maybe it’s because I was mad at jigsaw for oh I don’t know emotionally and physically scarring me. I’ll go with that one.
“Carson, can you tell me what it was about? If not that’s okay.” I shook my head. I couldn’t let him know, we’d just met. Even though we planned to meet up I still didn’t know if I could trust him. Maybe Wes was actually recording more tapes to leave for people. Maybe Wes was behind some of them. Maybe Wes was behind my tests.
Maybe he knew and wasn’t letting me know.
“I don’t think I can.” “Alright.” He nodded, resting his hand beside me. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll just stay up with you.” He offered a smile. But it wasn’t the same smile I’d seen earlier today. It was the smile you’d give a hurt dog. Or a guy with terminal cancer. Or someone who’s just lost their entire family. It was the smile you give to a victim, the one thing I didn’t want to be.
“It’s fine. Thanks for staying up with me, but I need to work. You’ve got work in a few hours anyways-” “it’s been five minutes, Carson. Maybe not even that. Just stay, please. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
I slammed my hand on the table in front of us. I saw him jump slightly. “And if I’m not? I don’t need pity, Wes. I need coffee. Or pills. Or shitty action movies from the 80s with terrible music composition but a shit ton of explosions. You know why? So I can stay awake. So I don’t scream at three in the morning and wake up my neighbor who I just met and want to impress for some reason that I can never figure out. This isn’t a book. I don’t need you to be a prince. If I wanted that, then I’d read Romeo and Juliet over and over until the pages ripped and my eyes burned. What I want, no, need is someone who understands the fact that sleep will never be an option for me, because every time I fall asleep, I wake up fucking screaming! This isn’t a romance novel, Wes. This is reality. And reality is a hell of a lot scarier than any book you could ever read.”
My lungs felt heavy. My stomach felt like a knot. And now, my hand hurt from slamming his apartment door.
I waited until I was outside his apartment to cry. God did I want to. I had said too much. I had revealed way too much. I had just spilled everything I kept bottled up from him. I had just yelled in his face when all he wanted to do was help. I felt defeated. I felt like a villain in a book. I felt like my skin was too tight and any second I’d burst at the seams. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like all of the air was gone.
And I was right. I couldn’t breathe.
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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 005 [A Deal is Made]
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〈“If I reach out, Can I trust you? Will you help me see the light of one more day?” We As Human, “Take the Bullets Away”〉
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I stifled a yawn as I flipped through the channels on the TV. I was still lying on the couch, the blanket covering the lower half of my body. Blondie’s apartment was a one-bedroom and was originally made for one person, since he didn’t expect me to, quite literally, fall into his life. This meant that I got the pleasure of sleeping on the couch. He did offer me his room several times, but his weakened state made me believe that he needed it more, so I refused every time.
Today I was determined to get answers, but he was gone by the time I woke up. I paused on the news station when I saw his picture, turning up the volume.
“Just moments ago, a villain appeared at the Tokyo theater, threatening to destroy the building if his demands were not met. All of the pro heroes were occupied with a fire on the other side of the city, but the symbol of peace arrived just in time, delivering a powerful smash! The villain’s current identity and condition are unknown.”
I changed the channel, settling on morning cartoons before getting up and stretching my body. I made my way to the bathroom, doing my business and brushing my teeth. I glanced in the mirror, running my hand through my black hair, currently standing up in all directions. I’d need to get it cut within the next week, I can’t stand when it grows beyond my neck. It’s too much of a pain when it’s long. You gotta brush it all the time and it’s ten times hotter in the summer. Not worth it.
I headed back into the living room, finding Blondie sitting on the end of the couch. His angled face looked tired. It was obvious, to me at least, that he couldn’t maintain his hero form for long periods of time, but why? And why does he keep fighting in spite of that? “You want a soda?”
“Water, please.”
I stepped into the kitchen, pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper and a bottle of water. I almost threw it at him but reconsidered at the last moment, handing it over instead. I sat on the coffee table in front of him, folding my leg beneath me. “Today is answer day, Blondie.”
He sighed, tiredly, and took a large gulp of water. “What do you want to know first?”
“What’s your story?”
His eyes widened as they met mine. I guess he was expecting me to ask about myself instead. His hand grasped the hem of his t-shirt and he hesitated before sliding it up.
“Mother of fuck,” My eyes scanned his left side. The skin was badly warped and scarred. A large circle of scar tissue had formed under his breast, the skin purple and black.
He lowered his shirt, clearly self-conscious of the wound. “This is the aftermath of a fight five years ago. I lost my whole stomach and my respiratory system was destroyed. I’ve had various surgeries, but it can’t be fixed. I can only maintain my hero form for about three hours a day.”
I hummed, resting my chin in the palm of my hand. “Why keep fighting, then? It obviously fucks you up.”
“My work is not yet done,” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “Enough about me. You wanted to know what I meant when I said you were from this world, yes?”
I nodded, sitting up straight. “That’s right,”
“You were born in this world, young Jen, but your mother had a lot of enemies.”
“You knew my mother?” I could feel my heart picking up speed at the thought.
He nodded. “I met her nineteen years ago. I was facing off against a villain that was stronger than me at the time, and then your mother appeared. She was so strong and fearless…” he smiled sadly as he recalled the memory.
“She was… a hero?”
“Yes… yes, she was. She was also one of my best friends. Like I said, she had a lot of enemies, some she just couldn’t escape from even after retiring. Her biggest fear was for her child to suffer because of her mistakes. When she fell pregnant with you, she tracked down a man with a World Gate quirk. She paid him well and in return, he promised to open a gate to another world, a world without quirks. She wanted you to live a normal, happy life. One where you didn’t have to constantly look over your shoulder.”
What the fuck. My hands fisted around my shorts. I wasn’t even born yet and she was planning my fucking life out? I get that she wanted to protect me, but it makes me angry. And if she went that far to ‘protect’ me, then… “She’s the one that had my quirk sealed.”
“Yes…”
I stood up, pacing back and forth across the small living room. “She had no right to fucking do that!”
“She was trying to -”
“‘Protect me’, yeah I fucking got that. Sorry, but I don’t consider ripping away your child’s identity and abandoning them to be the best way to protect them!”
“She had no intention of abandoning you, Jen.” He stood up, gently grabbing my shoulders so I would stop pacing. I glared at him, but his soft expression didn’t waver. “She planned to go to this new world with you.”
“Then why didn’t she?” I demanded. “Why did she abandon me? Do you have any idea how hard it was growing up without parents? Poor Gramps had to break his damn back to provide for me! He had to play the rule of mother and father AND grandpa!”
“I don’t know what you went through or how you felt, but I can promise you that Alissa did not want to abandon you. She…” he hesitated, swallowing hard. “I was too late to save her life. When I finally found her, she was taking her last breaths. She died in my arms…”
My glare softened at the pained look on his face, bony fingers digging into my shoulders. I… I can’t imagine someone you care so much about dying in your arms. When I found Gramps… he was already… I lowered my head, tears blurring my vision. I bit down hard on my lips to try and keep them at bay. The reality of the situation was hitting me like a fucking freight train and I fell to my knees.
“Jen…”
“Gramps is… dead. He’s really… really dead… I…” Tears overflowed, falling to the wooden floor as I choked back a sob. It felt like my heart was being pulled apart in my ribcage. “Gramps, I… I’m so sorry!”
He pulled me into his arms, fingers running through my hair. I clutched onto his shirt, my body shaking as I sobbed. He felt so warm and, for a moment, I felt like Gramps was here with me again.
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After I had finally calmed down, Blondie said that the rat wanted to speak to us. I honestly wasn’t in the mood – I just wanted to sleep -, but he promised to buy me tacos on the way home. I’ve only known this man for a week and he already knows my biggest weakness. Fuck me.
The taxi pulled up in front of the tall school building and we stepped out after he paid, approaching a large metal arch. “Here,” he handed me a thick plastic card with my name and picture on it. At the bottom in bold was U.A. Visitor’s Pass with a barcode printed on the back. “If you try to pass through the gate without a school-issued pass, the security system will activate.”
“Bit excessive for a school of super freaks, don’t cha think?” I tucked it into my front pocket, eyeing the metal as he passed through it. It felt like those detectors back home that beeped loudly if you tried to walk out of the store without paying for something. Even if you weren’t stealing, there was still that anxiety in the back of your mind that it would go off anyway.
“U.A. High is the top-rated hero school in Japan. This is where our future heroes grow and blossom, it must be protected at all costs.”
I hummed as I followed him into the school and up to the rat’s office. He knocked on the door, waiting for a cheerful ‘come in’ before pushing the door open. Once inside, he closed the door and steered me toward one of two chairs that sat in front of the desk. I glanced at the tall man leaning against the left wall. His black hair was messy, falling in waves to his shoulders. His eyes were closed and he had dark bags under them, along with some scruffy stubble.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” The rat said cheerfully from behind the desk. “We have much to discuss.”
I wasn’t really given much of a choice here. I scoffed, earning a look from Blondie. He had been adamant on the way over that I be on my best behavior and be respectful toward the rat.
“Are you settling in well, Jen?” He asked, his beady eyes on me. “Are the two of you getting along?”
I could see Blondie shift nervously from my peripheral vision and I considered trolling him, but as requested, I decided to try and be at least a little bit civil. “It’s, uh, a lot to take in but Blond, er Yagi-san, has been very kind and helpful.” I glanced at him, sweatdropping at his watery eyes and proud smile. God, that’s such a dad face.
“That’s good to hear! Now, as for the reason I asked you here today. As it stands currently, you have no control over your quirk.”
I scowled at the comment, sliding down in my chair a bit. It was true, but he didn’t have to be so damn blunt about it.
“It’s understandable, all things considered, but it’s quite dangerous. We can’t just ignore this issue. So, I have asked Aizawa to train you!” The rat motioned toward the man, who was now looking at us with a bored expression. His eyes were bloodshot.
“W-Wait a minute,” Blondie stood up, looking concerned. “With all due respect, sir, I thought I was going to be training young Jen.”
“Yes, that was the plan, at first. However, a video surfaced of the day Jen appeared before you and Endeavor, and I got to see first hand her quirk in action.”
My body stiffened at the mention of that day. I hadn’t told Blondie about it, but I had found a forum thread on that very subject. Most of the posts were talking about the two pro heroes, but several people were discussing me and my quirk. They had used words like ‘cold-blooded murder’, ‘monster’, and ‘villain’. Now there’s a video of it happening? If people know my face, will I be attacked on the street? Arrested by the police?
“You needn’t worry,” The rat said softly, giving me a smile when I looked up. “We’ve taken care of the original video and any copies. There’s no record of who you are in this world. The police were quite adamant about taking you into custody, but I was able to make a deal with the commissioner.”
“Deal?” I don’t like where this is going.
“That’s correct. First, you are to remain under U.A.’s constant supervision, which is why you’re living with All Might!”
I raised a brow, leaning over toward Blondie. “You actually work here?”
He nodded. “It hasn’t been announced yet, but I start as a teacher next term.”
“What about your uhh…” I made a motion with my hand and he smiled warmly.
“You don’t need to worry about me, young Jen.”
“I wasn’t worried, you idiot.”
The rat cleared his throat before continuing. “The next condition is that you enroll at U.A. next term. As a seventeen-year-old, you should be in your second year, but I can not allow that. All of the information you lack will be provided as a first-year student, but we will withhold your age from the other students. It’ll be up to your discretion if you should choose to trust your classmates, but I would advise against this, though.”
A first-year as a super-powered high school… this should be fun.
“The final condition is that your quirk be trained and monitored. I was content giving this job to All Might, but after seeing the raw, untamed power of your quirk, I have decided it is best to go with Aizawa, who can erase your quirk if you lose control.”
“Erase it? Like, permanently?” I glanced at the man, who was rubbing the back of his head, eyes closed.
“No, it’s only temporary.” He assured me but didn’t elaborate farther on it. “From this point on, you are a member of U.A. High. What you do from here on out will reflect on this school, as well as on All Might. Please keep this in mind going forward.”
Yeah, no pressure though, right? I nodded, feeling my shoulders grow heavy as I glanced over at Blondie. He gave me a reassuring smile and patting my shoulder.
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UnderStar part 2
Hey everyone, Mr.E here with the second part of my Undertale/Star vs cross over. I hope you are all having a great weekend and getting ready for starco week! Starting tomorrow. I won’t be doing all the prompts because i have a horrible track record but hey, check out @starcoweek3 for some great starco art and stories. So here’s underStar part 2 and in case you missed the giant wall of text that is the first one, here’s the link https://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/158949799587/understar-part-1
Have a great week everyone
Marco said nothing, guilt filling every inch of his entire being as Toriel let loose a single tear, her fireballs steering themselves away from the approaching boy.
He knew she couldn't hurt him, that she was trying to scare him into giving up, into hurting her to get pass. He could've but he didn't. He chose to spare Toriel every chance he got until....she gave up.
“It is pathetic...is it not?” Toriel muttered softly “I cannot save a single child....”
Marco said nothing, deciding it was best to just stand since he was unsure how he could comfort her sorrow.
“I wanted to be a teacher...obvious when you look back on it....but...how could I ever become a teacher....if I cannot save a single child...”
Toriel let out a defeated sigh
“I understand. You would just be unhappy here. The ruins are small once you are used to them and without Star, you would be consumed by your worry....she is your bestie after all...your feelings for her go far deeper than you know.”
Toriel closed her eyes as if to shield Marco away from her pain.
“My expectations.....my loneliness....my fear....for you my child...I will put them aside.”
“Toriel....”
“If you truly wish to leave the ruins” Toriel told him, so forlorn and sad that it destroyed Marco's heart “I will not stop you....”
“However” Toriel went on, her face tight with emotion “When you leave...please do not come back”
Marco could feel his eyes tearing up at the sight of Toriel so broken and defeated
“I hope you understand.”
Marco's tears trailed down his cheeks, their existence disappearing into Toriel's soft, warm fur as she embraced him, her touch loving and motherly.
“Call me goat mom....one last time child...” she whispered into his ear.
“Good bye....goat mom” Marco cried as Toriel broke her hold on him.
“Good bye....my child.”
and like that, Toriel was gone, retreating back into her home, into her self imposed exile in the ruins.
Marco wiped away his tears as he made his way pass the doors that barred his path, pass the single patch of sunlight that reminded him of the first time he met Flowey and into the forest, the dead tall trees looming over him like towers, the snow covered floor giving every step a deep, thick crunch.
Marco shivered against the icy temperature of the cavern, unable to believe this was still the Underground.
There was no sign of life, no sign anyone else nearby or clue where Star had disappeared to. Just nothing: an empty landscape void of anything.
Marco stopped. He felt strange like someone was watching, waiting for him to notice.
He whirled around suddenly only to find the doors back to the ruins and his footsteps trailing after him.
Marco frowned, unsure if he was just on edge and paranoid or that someone had indeed been watching him.
Marco faced forward only to find someone who wasn't there a moment before barring his path.
“Yeah” The creature said lazily “it was me kid.”
There was a moment of silence before Marco let out a panicked yell, arms flailing everywhere which way before dropping into a fighting pose.
The creature was a short, big boned skeleton with a dimpled, permanent smile on his face, something Marco never thought he would say when describing a skeleton. His empty eye sockets had this white glint to them almost like pupils. Strangest thing of all was that he was clothed: He wore an unzipped blue hoodie (both hands tucked within its pockets) with the hood having a white furry interior. He seemed to be wearing a white shirt, black shorts with a single, vertical white strip on either side of his legs and even a pair of sandals.
“Hiya kid” The skeleton waved, his tone equal parts friendly and laid back “How you doing?”
“umm....” Marco was unsure how to respond. You think with having Star Butterfly as his best friend he would've been used to strange sights by now but a clothes wearing, friendly skeleton took the cake.
“Well....isn't this a bare-bones conversation?” The skeleton said with wink, chuckling merrily at his own joke.
Scratch that: a clothes wearing, friendly pun making skeleton.
“Sides” The skeleton went on “don't you know how to make a new pal? Shake my hand kid”
Marco gulped nervously at the sight of the skeletal hand attached the skeletal body that once may have been human....or was this creature born this way, without any eyes or skin?
“Aww, don't tell me I scared you? Sorry kid, I can be a real bonehead sometimes!”
Marco anxiously chuckled, swallowing his fear and gripping the skeleton's hand lightly in case it decided to pull him forward and attack.
Marco flushed when the loud whooshing sounds of a fart echoed loudly through the near empty forest
“hehehe....the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick” the skeleton said with a grin, holding out his hand and showing Marco the deflated prop “It's always funny.”
“I...”
“You're human right? With the flesh and squishy organs? Hehehe that's hilarious.” The skeleton went on, slipping his hand back into the shelter of his pockets “I'm Sans....Sans the skeletogrin”
Another wink
“I'm Marco” Marco managed to get out between laughs. Between Star missing and having broke Toriel's heart, Marco needed a good laugh and while these jokes were terrible, they were helping lift his gloomy mood.
“Anyway, I'm supposed to be on watch for humans right now...” Marco felt his heart stop, the idea of being captured so quickly made him wish he had heeded Toriel's warning “But y'know, I don't really care about capturing anybody.”
Marco let out a sigh of relief.
“Now my brother Papyrus....”
“SANS!” another voice called from afar, causing Sans to turn around and peer carefully at who was calling him.
“Actually....I think that's him right now.”
“What?!” Marco couldn't keep the fear out of his voice “You got to hide me! I can't be captured, I need to find my best friend Star.”
“Huh, best friend? Not girlfriend?” Sans nudged Marco with a playful wink.
“N-no!” Marco stammered, his cheeks bright red from the cold “Best friend.”
“I'm just joking kid. Say, you haven't lost your....funny bone, have you?”
“Sans!” Marco motioned to the approaching person, his height making it impossible for anyone to miss his arrival “I need to find Star and go home!”
Sans smile never left his face but he nodded in understanding.
“It's alright Marco, just follow my lead. Put your hands in your pockets and stand like me.”
Marco didn't like the sound of this but left with little choice, he followed Sans's directions, placing his hands in his pockets and slouching lazily like his skeletal savior.
“Now face the same way and don't say anything.”
Marco did as he was told just in time for Sans's brother to make onto the scene.
If Marco thought Sans was strange, that was before he met Papyrus. Sans was dressed for style and possibly comfort but Papyrus? He was dressed to stand out, impossible to ignore.
His skull was anatomically incorrect, much longer and thinner than his brother Sans. He too had an eternal smile and his eye sockets were more slit than humanly possible. Around his thin skeletal frame was a large torso piece with various golden trims and a symbol Marco was certain he had seen somewhere before, something from a video game. He wore a long, flowing red scarf with matching, red gloves with more gold trim, a blue...briefs? With a, you guessed it, gold belt and large red boots. His spine, arms and legs were covered by black sleeves or leggings or...something.
Marco could feel the sweat form on his brow as Papyrus came closer but if he had noticed anything odd about this picture, the skeleton had yet to say anything.
“S'up bro?” Sans greeted his brother casually like he wasn't hiding a human from his human hunting brother.
“YOU KNOW WHAT IS SUP BROTHER!” Papyrus answered, his voice dramatic and overflowing with unnecessary flourish. “IT HAS BEEN 8 DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES!”
“kay....” Sans replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly
“YOU JUST HANG ABOUT YOUR STATION ALL DAY! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?”
“Hanging out with my buddy here” Sans pointed to Marco with his head “New to town.”
Papyrus blinked once, twice, a third time “I DID NOT SEE YOU THERE FRIEND! I APOLOGIZE, WHERE ARE MY MANNERS? I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HUMAN HUNTER EXTRAORDINAIRE!”
Sans snickered at his brother “You haven't even seen a human bro.”
Papyrus looked appalled “I AM WORKING ON IT! AND WHEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, FINALLY CAPTURE A HUMAN, I SHALL GET ALL THE THINGS I SO UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT, RECOGNITION, MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THE ROYAL GUARD AND I SHALL HAVE COUNTLESS PEOPLE LINING UP TO BE MY FRIEND! I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES AND PRAISE EVERY MORNING!”
“hmm.....maybe my friend can help you, he's a human”
Marco couldn't believe Sans ratted him out so quickly, he knew he couldn't trust a no skin, wide grinning, punning making skeleton!
“SAAAAANS! STOP YOUR HUMORLESS JEST! THAT IS NOT A HUMAN, AND I, THE MAGNIFIECENT PAPYRUS, SHOULD KNOW BEING THE FEARED AND WELL RESPECTED HUMAN CATCHER THAT I AM!”
Marco's deadpanned face made him seem like the undead one.
“YOU DISGRACE YOUR DUTY SANS!” Papyrus went on, pointing an accusatory gloved finger towards his brother “YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER WITH EACH PASSING DAY WHEN YOU SHOULD BE WORKING, NOT PULLING YOUR FRIENDS INTO YOUR CHILDISH JOKES!”
“but I did a ton of work” Sans replied “A skele-ton”
Sans gave his brother his trademark wink.
“SANS!” Papyrus shrieked
“come on, you're smiling”
“I AM” Papyrus answered, childishly pouting and stamping the ground in a way that reminded Marco of Star “AND I HATE IT!”
Papyrus let out a defeated sigh “WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS I HAVE TO DO MUCH WORK FOR SOME RESPECT?” “Sounds like you're working yourself....to the bone”
“SIGH. I HAVE TO ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES SANS. AS FOR YOUR WORK? PUT A LITTLE MORE...BACKBONE INTO IT! NYHEHEHEHE”
Marco saw it now, he saw how these two opposing personalities could be brothers. It was their lame jokes.
Papyrus took his leave without another word, laughing all the way out of view.
“see, told you. My brother may be a fanatic about catching humans but he's harmless. He couldn't hurt you even if he wanted too.”
“Thanks Sans.” Marco offered his hand to shake Sans's once more
Sans shook his head, all joy and humor leaving his face “Don't thank me yet, we got to find your not girlfriend Star.”
Marco flushed a little but decided to ignore it for time's sake “Do you know where Star is? Was she captured by the others? I mean she's really good at fighting and has her magic wand that's make her tough to beat but still...you never know.”
Sans shook his head “No I don't think so but something isn't right with this picture. Tell me, did you two run into a small sunflower? Cheerful and 'helpful'?”
“Flowey...” Marco growled, fist clenched angrily
Sans nodded but did not elaborate if such information was important. “I don't know where your friend is now but I know where she'll be in a bit if she's hanging with the flower.”
Marco wanted to tell Sans that Star would never go with Flowey but last night's fight surfaced in his mind, how betrayed and angry Star looked at him when he told her to trust Toriel and Marco had seen firsthand how charming Flowey could be.
“ Can you take me Sans? I need to find Star.”
Sans winked at Marco “Sure skelebro, we'll take one of my shortcuts.”
“Shortcuts?” Marco questioned but Sans was already off, disappearing into the thick, dead trees. “SANS WAIT UP!”
“Wait...just happened?” Marco's eyes were wild, hair an unkempt mess like he had just go.
“Best not to think about it” Sans told Marco calmly, the two appearing over a breathtaking over of a city far below “Your friend will be heading through that door over at the far end.”
Marco turned, the door giving him a dark, foreboding feeling in his stomach.
“What is that place?” Marco asked, fright and dread slowly overwhelming him.
The white glint in Sans's eyes disappeared leaving a lifeless, void-like darkness in his eyes “Where everything ends.....”
“Sans?”
“I'll stand here” Sans continued, the white gleam returning “Make sure no monsters bother ya. I like you and I wouldn't want to see you captured. Find your friend, come back here and we'll go somewhere I can keep you safe until we figure out how we can get you out of here.”
“Thanks Sans” Marco told him, hugging the skeleton tightly.
“No worries Marco” Sans told him, parting from the teen slowly “We're hoodie bros. It's what we do. I wish I could help you but I don't have any guts”
Marco laughed loudly at the horrible joke, waving goodbye to Sans as he entered the mysterious room.
Sans felt his grin drop a bit, wondering if Marco could really handle that sociopathic little flower on his own.
“Star!” Marco's voice rang out, echoing loudly through the empty halls, the sound bouncing off the golden walls, becoming weaker as his voice traveled further away from him into the endless room.
Marco didn't like the silence that remained after his call for Star went unanswered, the clicking of his footsteps the only sign of life in the barren, empty hall.
Marco tried to calm his worried heart as he walked between the two rows of gigantic pillars that held up ceiling of this majestic room as a bright, warm light poured in from the outside despite the fact they were underground, deep within a cavern of mazes. Perhaps the light was not from the sun but rather some other source, the warmth spreading through his body a trick his mind playing on him in response to the solar-like illumination filling the room.
Marco wanted to stare out the beautifully crafted and designed windows, he wanted to explore a bit more but Sta ran off, possibly with a psychotic flower, there was no time. Who knew what lay in the Underground and Marco couldn't help feel a sickening sense of dread bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
Something had gone wrong, something happened to Star and Marco needed to find her now. She was his best friend and if she was in trouble, it was up to him to rescue her. To save her and be there for her. And the only way to be there for her was to press forward.
Marco's footsteps were the only thing accompanying the worried teen as he made his way through the massive corridor, the near quiet atmosphere far worse than being draped in complete silence.
A deep, thick shadow of a pillar blanketed Marco for a moment, blinding him as his eyes struggled to cope with the sudden contrast between light and dark.
Marco stepped into the glowing light pouring through the unblocked window, his vision finally clearing the multicolored flashes that plagued his closed sight.
Marco could feel his heart beat happily at the sight of Star's turned back though the gloomy dreaded he felt remained. Where had she appeared from?
But it didn't matter. Sans had been correct and there she was in one piece: her devil hairband tucked safely in her long, blonde hair, her sea green dress and purple orange striped stockings looking more...faded than usual.
It had to be the room. That's all. Just the lighting and vastness of the hall simply skewing the color scheme a bit....that's all....
So wasn't Marco believing that? Why was every bone in his body telling him to run as fast as he could away from his best friend? That he was in an unrecognizable amount of danger?
Why did he feel like he was going to have a bad time....?
“Star!” Marco couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, nearly running forward to embrace his best friend before a subtle movement caught his attention
Marco frowned but before he could say anything, Star pivoted on her heels, staring directly at him with a wide eyed smile.
But this wasn't a regular Star smile, it was far too large and emotionless like someone simply gripped Star's cheeks and pulled them apart and upwards as far as they could to give the appearance of a smile. The hearts on her cheeks were no longer a bright, loving pink but dull, nearly as pale as her skin. Her normally sparkling oceanic blue eyes that were always filled to the brim with life, love, emotion were now dim, glossy with a distant vacant gleam that lay within.
Star was there....but she wasn't really there....
Marco openly glared at what the magical princess held tightly in her palms, the sight of the creature sparking his memories and causing the feeling of dread to grow to indescribable levels.
“You” Marco accused, pointing a finger at the yellow sunflower that nestled itself comfortably in Star's hands “Flowey! What are you doing with Star?”
Flowey's cartoonish smile and eyes were joyful like he just won the lottery.
“Howdy friend!” Flowey voice was laced with cheer and happiness that Marco knew to be false, a front used to simply lower his guard “Fancy running into you two again in this big, empty hall.”
Marco's glared deepened “What did you do with Star?”
Flowey chuckled nervously like he'd been caught with his petal in the cookie jar “Gee Marco, I don't know what you mean. I hope you're not accusing me of any wrongdoing. Gosh, that would be terribly mean of you.”
Marco stared into the magical princess's face once more, her features seemingly frozen their manic, deranged state.
“I am not asking you again Flowey, what...did...you do...with Star?”
Flowey's bright yellow petals around his face folded, a sadden expression graced the flower's face “You're being mean Marco. Golly I can't believe...”
“Don't!” Marco's outburst rang loudly around them, fading away as Flowey's face morphed from shame into an evil triumphant smirk.
“Well looks I can't fool you like I did with Star here” Flowey's tone was sharp and demeaning “of course makes me wonder which of you is the bigger idiot.”
“Don't you talk about Star that way” Marco threatened, clutching his fist tightly, trying to contain his boiling rage.
“I'll talk about her all I want idiot” Flowey sneered, taking pleasure in Marco's anger “She's my puppet and with her at my side, looks like I'll be top monster round here”
“P-puppet?” Marco repeated, fearfully looking into Star's blank stare, no trace remained of the girl he called his best friend “What did you do to her!?”
“Gee, you sure are a dumb one idiot” Flowey mocked “I just told you. I brainwashed her. She's my toy now and there's nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Why would you do this?”
“It's kill or be killed” Flowey responded simply, winking at him as Star carefully placed him on the floor behind her “And now that I control Star, looks like I will be the one doing alllll the killing.”
“I won't let you get away with this!” Marco shouted, dropping into his fighting stance “You are not taking Star”
Flowey chuckled, a simple act that sent shivers down Marco's spine in the worst way possible “I will be getting away with this. Because Star's going to be one that stops you from stopping me....”
Marco let out a disbelieving laugh, unable to hold in the wave of chuckles that came pouring out of his mouth.
Marco wiped away a tear, crossing his arms smugly, throwing a sly grin towards the demented flower “I'm Star's best friend. There is no way she'd ever hurt me...”
“Well...” Flowey pursed his lips, concerned with this unforeseen winkle in his grand master scheme “Golly, I guess that is a big problem.....except...”
Marco felt his blood run cold at Flowey's knowing smile as the insane flower told Marco “You misunderstood something. Star isn't in control anymore.”
Star's grip tightened on her wand, the frightening smile and lifeless eyes never changing as she rose the magical item high into the air
“I am”
Marco watched, terror filling his body as Star took the sky, hovering lazily above Marco, a murderous twinkle in her gaze, passing the wand between her waiting hands like she was playing some sort of game.
Marco felt odd as the world shifted, the vibrant hue of life drained away while everything took on a black and white coloring. Lighter hues of the spectrum became white outlines with skin tone filling in the pale, bright color while clothing, the hall and many background items were filled in different shades of black, their shape and appearance remaining the same despite the lack of varying colors.
Before Marco could question what was going on, Star playfully winked his way, her pale pink hearts becoming dark blue that glimmered brilliantly in the darkness of the hall.
Marco could hear the fluttering melodic sound of Star's magic activating, the center of his chest feeling warm and sending a reassuring wave through his frightened body.
Marco looked down to see the tiny red heart appearing in the center of his now black hoodie, its glow matching Star's hearts perfectly, the two lovely colors shining through a world of black and white.
Marco closed his hands into fists, determination surging through his body. Star needed him. He couldn't rely on anyone else to save her nor should he. He was the magical princess's best friend and he would be damned if he let some psychopathic flower take Star away from him.
Marco fell once more into a ready position, arms and legs bent in preparation while Star hovered above him, swaying back and forth hypnotically with the wand held loosely in her hand.
“Idiot” Flowey said as the glow of Star's wand charging filled the room.
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In My Veins (12/?)
Title: In My Veins Rating: K+ Pairing: Ten/Rose, human AU Summary: –Telepathic bond soulmate AU– Everyone kept saying kids couldn’t develop telepathic bonds, that it was completely impossible. John Smith and Rose Tyler defied the impossible.
Notes: Well I finally managed to hash out a soulmate AU enough to be happy with writing it. All the blame for this entire story goes to @lastbluetardis, who not only encouraged it, but also allowed me to yell at her about it until I was happy enough to start writing it. Blame her entirely.
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Warning For: Eating disorder
John: 18; Rose: 16
I don’t want to go back.
I know, but you kind of have to.
Rose sighed. She had at least convinced her parents to let her transfer to a new school. Not that it really mattered. Everyone knew the Vitex heiress had been in rehab and there were plenty of rumors going around as to why. Not that anyone had even come close to the truth — the most prominent rumor was drugs — and Rose certainly wasn’t going to share with them.
But no matter where she went, whispers were going to follow her.
I wish I could just get a tutor or something. Being stuck at home all day would be so much better than having to deal with people.
It’ll be okay, John assured her. You’ll get through it. And I’ll be here, I promise.
You’re hardly ever here anymore. Rose didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but there was really no way of hiding the feeling. John had, of course, gotten into his first choice of universities — Cambridge — and had moved onto campus a week earlier. He had been busy with incoming student events, getting to know the campus, and securing himself a tutoring job. He was trying to save up to get a car.
John was quiet for a moment, and Rose could feel his guilt. I know, he said finally. I’m sorry. It’s been busy.
I know it has, I just… Rose sighed, frustrated. She missed John. She knew John was busy, but it was hard when he couldn’t talk to her. Especially since she was barely talking to her parents. They had more or less buried the argument they’d had about John, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still on Rose’s mind.
And it didn’t mean she wasn’t angry.
Why don’t we Skype tonight? They hadn’t been able to see each other since the day Rose had been released — almost a month ago now — but they’d quickly found after the one meeting that just talking wasn’t enough anymore. Video chat was the best alternative. Rose smiled a bit.
Okay. I’d like that.
* * * * * * * *
Dinner took a little longer than usual — her parents wouldn’t let her leave the table until she ate every single bite of food. It was annoying, especially considering she didn’t want to spend time with them, and her motivation to eat still went up and down depending on the day. John was patient, though, waiting for Rose to escape to her room and close the door.
Finally she logged into Skype, and John immediately called her. She couldn’t help but grin when his face popped up on her screen, and his entire expression lit up.
“Hullo!”
“Hello,” Rose said with a small laugh, lying down in bed and setting the laptop on her chest. “How’re you?”
“I’m good. Ooooh, wanna see my room?”
“Sure!”
John unplugged his laptop and hopped up, turning the camera so Rose could see the room. “So this is my room. It’s pretty small. I’ve got a little bookcase in the corner, look.” It was already overflowing with books, of course. “And this is my bed. It sucks. I need to get a topper so I can sleep on it without breaking my back. And this is my desk.” It was a mess. “And this is my window. Look at this view!” He had a gorgeous view the campus. Rose was a little jealous.
“It seems nice,” Rose said as John settled back on his bed with the laptop.
“Maybe you could some see it in person sometime,” John suggested, a bit shyly. Oh, that sounded wonderful.
“Maybe,” she agreed quietly. “If my parents would let me.” She couldn’t even imagine what their reaction would be to her asking to spend the weekend in London with an eighteen-year-old boy they barely knew.
She wanted to see John again, though.
They talked until Rose fell asleep, and John sat on the call for a little while longer, just watching her. God, she was beautiful. And so peaceful in sleep.
John wished they could’ve just stayed like this forever.
* * * * * * * *
“Mum? Dad?”
Jackie and Pete looked up from the show they watching, a bit surprised. Rose hadn’t really spoken much to them — and certainly not voluntarily — since she’d come home. Things had been pretty tense.
“Can we talk?” Rose asked quietly.
“Of course,” Jackie said at once, and Pete turned off the television. “What’s up?”
“I want to talk about John.”
Pete and Jackie exchanged nervous looks. That conversation hadn’t gone well the last time they’d tried to have it, and they were nervous to broach it again.
“We want to talk to about that, too,” Pete said finally. Rose sat down in the arm chair across from the couch, folding her hands in her lap. She was determined not to get mad again. “We know John is important to you, Rose—”
“He’s my best friend,” Rose said firmly.
“But he doesn’t have to be your entire life,” Pete replied. “Soulmates aren’t a guarantee. You can have a soulmate and end up with a completely different person. I did.”
“Well I’m not you,” Rose shot back, a bit heatedly. “I’m me, and if I want to be with John, I will be.”
“As long as you want to be with John,” Jackie said. “And you don’t just feel like you have to be. Have you ever even thought about going on a date with another boy?”
“No.” She had never been interested. Most of the boys she went to school with were stuffy know-it-alls and completely insufferable.
“Maybe you should. It might be good for you.”
Rose’s hands clenched into fists. “I don’t want to. Doesn’t that count for anything? John’s never dated any other girls, and his aunt doesn’t care.”
“That’s between John and his aunt. You are our concern.”
“Well you don’t seem very concerned about what I want.”
“We just want you to have a normal life, Rose,” Pete said quietly. “Having a soulmate bond makes that hard. You spend so much time thinkin this person you’re bonded with is the one, and then you meet them and you realize they’re not someone you could ever love. Or you meet someone you’re not bonded with and you fall in love, and then you don’t know what to do because what about your bond mate? Aren’t they the one you’re supposed to be with?”
“That’s what happened to you,” Rose said. “That doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me. I care about John. Why can’t that be enough?”
“You’ve never even tried to go out with another boy, and you’re only sixteen. How can you already be making these decisions?”
“You just don’t like him because he doesn’t have money.”
Pete and Jackie looked honestly stunned by that accusation. “Rose, that has nothing to do with it,” Jackie said finally. “John seems like a perfectly nice person, and it’s obvious he cares about you. We’re just worried about you. We want you to have a normal life.”
“That ship sailed when Dad made our name famous,” Rose pointed out bitterly, and Pete sighed.
“You’re right. It did. But we’re trying, Rose. We want you and Tony to be happy.”
“I am happy. I’m happy with John.”
“We just want you to get out and date a little,” Jackie insisted. “Just for a bit. You have time before you need to decide if you want to settle down with John. Why not go out on some dates?”
Maybe you should.
Rose jumped, surprised. She hadn’t realized John was listening. What? She demanded, ignoring the looks her parents were giving her. Why?
Just to get them off your back. And I mean… who knows, maybe you’ll find someone you like.
Rose sighed, frustrated. “Fine,” she mumbled, crossing her arms. “I’ll go out on a bloody date.”
“Language,” Pete scolded her gently. “And thank you.”
That had not one the way Rose had been hoping. She stood with a bit of a huff, walking out of the room, and nearly plowing over Tony in the process.
“Ow!”
“That’s what you get for eavesdropping,” Rose snapped him before storming upstairs.
This is stupid, she informed John, flopping back on her bed.
Your parents just want what’s best for you.
Then maybe they should ask what’s best for me instead of forcing me to do things I don’t want to do, Rose said bitterly. And why the hell were you agreeing with them? You’re supposed to be on my side!
I am on your side! John insisted. I don’t want you to be unhappy. Maybe this’ll shut them up.
Yeah. Rose sighed into her pillow. Maybe.
* * * * * * * *
Jackie and Pete wasted no time setting Rose up with the son of an associate of Pete’s. Within two weeks she had her first date.
I hate this, she grumbled as she finished getting dressed, checking her makeup. Her parents had insisted she look her best.
Maybe you’ll like him.
Just promise you’ll be around.
Oh absolutely.
“Rose?” Jackie called upstairs. “Your date is here.”
Rose sighed as she headed downstairs.
She spent exactly five minutes with Adam Mitchell before realizing this night was going to be insufferable. Adam was completely full of himself; he wasted no time informing Rose, as Pete’s chauffeur drove them to the restaurant, that he was already on a fast track to Cambridge, like that was supposed to impress Rose. John had gotten into Cambridge too, and he didn’t feel the need to brag about it.
“It’s one of the best schools in England, you know,” Adam was saying, and Rose had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
“Yeah, a mate of mine got in,” she couldn’t resist saying. Adam blinked, surprised.
“What, really?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty smart. Graduated top of his class and all that.”
That seemed to throw Adam for a moment, but finally he waved Rose off. “Well they always have to let in one or two charity cases.” Rose bristled a bit at that. She hadn’t even said who her friend was.
They arrived at the restaurant, Adam still talking about himself. He hadn’t asked Rose one thing about herself, yet. John made a snoring noise in Rose’s head, and she had to resist the urge to laugh.
She was so glad he was there.
Things didn’t get much better when it was time to order their food, and Adam tried to order for both of them. “I’m allergic to fish,” Rose informed him pointedly. “And I can order for myself, thanks.”
Adam scowled at that, and Rose ordered herself a steak while John howled with laughter.
By the end of the night, Rose was ready to stab herself with her steak knife. She was picking at her food, not particularly hungry despite John prodding her. Adam was now talking about how he was going to work for his dad as soon as he graduated, and how lucky he was to have so many options open to him.
Rose just kept her eyes on her plate and forced herself to eat as much as she could stomach. It was almost over. Soon they could get the check and she could go home.
“You know, Rose, you’ve been pretty rude,” Adam said as he paid the check. “Are you even listening to me?”
“You know, honestly? I haven’t,” Rose returned, a bit icily. “I tuned out when you were bragging about Cambridge and dismissed my friend as a charity case just because you couldn’t believe there was someone just as smart as you — if not smarter. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was so full of themselves, and if I never have to hear you talk again that would just be brilliant, so do you think you could manage to keep your mouth shut for the drive home?”
The look of shock on Adam’s face was absolutely priceless. After a moment his expression hardened, and when the waiter came back with his credit card he snatched it away and stormed out. Rose had to hurry to follow.
The ride home was tense. Rose sat as far away from Adam as she possibly could, glaring out the window. John had gone quiet; she could still feel him there, but he was trying to give her space.
Jackie and Pete were waiting when Rose stormed in. “How was—”
“Do you even know me?” Rose snapped, turning on them both. “How could you set me up with that?”
“The Mitchells are a perfectly respectable family—”
“And their son is a perfectly respectable arse,” Rose cut in.
“Rose!” Jackie sounded absolutely appalled that her daughter would use such a language. But Rose was angry. And she wasn’t done.
“If you’re just gonna keep setting me up with your friends’ jerk sons then I’m not doing this. Believe it or not, I know myself and I know what I like. And boys like that aren’t it.”
And with that she made her way upstairs, slamming her door behind her. You okay? John asked quietly. Rose threw herself down on the bed.
I can’t believe they thought I would enjoy going out with someone like that. Part of it hurt, honestly. Did her parents know her at all?
At least it’s over. And I doubt they’ll try to set you up with anyone any time soon.
He didn’t know her parents very well.
* * * * * * * *
“You said you would try to date.”
“I thought that meant you would let me find my own dates,” Rose informed her mother icily. “Not that you were going to set me up with Dad’s friends boring sons.”
“We’re just trying to help,” Jackie insisted.
“Yeah, help me find a boy you think is good enough for me.”
“Why are you so against this?” Jackie asked, completely ignoring Rose. “Is John giving you a hard time about dating?”
“What?”
What?! John piped up at the same time. Why does your mother hate me?!
“John is the only one who seems to care about my feelings,” Rose shot back. “And no, he’s not giving me a hard time about anything. He’s been pretty good about it considering he has to sit through these stupid dates, too.”
I don’t really pay attention to be honest—
I’m making a point, shut up.
“We just want to help, Rose.”
“Then listen to me when I tell you you’re not helping.”
And with that, Rose turned and stormed upstairs. She was so tired of these stupid dates. If she really wanted to date, she would find a boy on her own.
Do you ever want to date people? Rose asked John quietly. As far as she knew he had never really expressed an interest in it, but… maybe there were things he was hiding. It was possible.
Not really. She imagined he was shrugging as he said that. I mean… why would I? I’ve got you.
Rose’s heart skipped a beat, and she smiled a bit despite herself. Sap.
Rude.
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Bittyswap (part 8)
My version of Bittyswap involves full-sized bittybones (and other monsters) living in the Underground and getting miniature humans as pets.
The sight of Brassberry’s room only reinforced YanYan’s earlier comment about his uncultured housemates. The obvious bachelor pad featured a landscape of laundry pile foothills. A bookcase overflowed onto the floor, doing its part to prevent any clear spaces on the carpet. I mean, who even likes to know what color their carpet is right? There might’ve been a bed in the corner. There were definitely enough blankets in that direction. Brassy placed me on an elevated surface, which at one point had likely been a desk, but currently supported a glorious cityscape of Monster energy drink cans and loose papers. A lonely-looking laptop hid amidst the clutter.
At first glance, the laptop seemed like a good place to sit. Unfortunately, when I had lowered myself onto it, I discovered it to be deceptively sticky. Perfect. I wondered what Brassy wanted to talk about; I hoped it had something to do with cleaning up his room, especially since I assumed I’d be living here. Maybe I’d take up residence in the video game and DVD shrine near his flat screen TV? Or I could camp out under a foil burger wrapper. I mean, one monster’s trash is another monster’s... well... trash.
Brassy regarded me affectionately while I made myself comfortable, then he spoke:
“Cherry wasn’t kidding around when he said human!bittys were illegal, and it is my job to put a stop to the illegal market for human!bittys, among other things. We monsters don’t know much about human!bittys, however, so I think your presence could be helpful to me.”
He gave me a meaningful look; I suspected his words were an offer for a quid pro quo arrangement. I needed to explore my options though. Brassberry seemed nice enough, but would he still consider me worth keeping alive if I wouldn’t or couldn’t help him?
“Lil Bro said human!bittys were supposed to be killed. Is that true?” I asked solemnly. My diminutive stature didn’t leave me with a lot of choices in most situations.
“Technically, all human!bittys are supposed to be taken to the lab for experimentation, but it’s essentially the same thing. Extracting the energy of a human soul from a human!bitty is useful for powering the Underground but deadly to any bittys involved.” Brassy’s words were blunt and honest, but I had one more question.
“What will you do if I don’t help you?” I didn’t bother informing him that I probably couldn’t help him. That information could wait until later. Silence answered me; it lasted so long, I wondered if he just didn’t want to say out loud that he’d kill me.
“Keep you of course. Feed you. Clothe you... well, YanYan will probably make outfits for you, but I’ll continue to take care of you for as long as you stay here no matter if you tell me what I need to know or not.” I was speechless. All of my wariness and suspicion drained out of me as I realized that Brassberry genuinely valued me as a living creature. In fact, I think mistrust had been the only thing holding exhaustion at bay because when I no longer had it to hold onto, I swayed on my feet.
“Are you ok?” Brassy asked, concerned, extending an oversized hand in my direction to steady me.
“Tired,” I responded... tiredly. I leaned heavily against his hand. He cupped his hand around me, lifting me in a secure enclosure of bone fingers and carrying me to summit of Mt. PillowBlanket a.k.a. the bed. He gently placed me on a (blessedly clean) pillow, where I contentedly curled up to sleep.
My eyes closed against the sight of him settling in next to me, and the last thing I felt before sinking into the comfortable darkness of a deep sleep was a smooth bony phalange softly stroking me between the shoulders. The soft pressure down my back was heavenly.
I felt safe- not how I had expected this day to turn out at all, but I was thankful for the care and safety. Who would’ve thought I’d actually enjoy being a pet? Not me, that’s for sure.
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Chapter 1: Transmigration Begins
The tranquility of death felt like gentle feathers that lulled me to a never-ending sleep. -is what I would like to say. But what is this?
When I opened my eyes under an unknown tempting force, I was greeted with a bright light that extended far beyond my vision could reach. The experience was unbelievably unnerving and I found myself looking for something I myself didn't know.
Is this perhaps, the afterlife?
"Ah, you're finally awake!" A giddy voice chirped out of nowhere. Considering my confusion, I was shocked and turned towards the direction of the voice.
The figure that stood in front of me was… myself. I stared in bewilderment. Is this what they call a doppelganger? She looked exactly like me, with the exception of her clothes which was that of middle ages in the western country. I recognize this fashion since I've worn similar clothes during a cover photoshoot at New York.
I went blank for a moment, reminiscing the old times when I was alive. I caught myself staring and immediately repositioned myself to reality. "What do you want with me?"
"You're really interesting!" The doppelganger raised her voice in shock. "Don't people usually ask 'Who are you?' or 'Where am I?' in this situation?" She even placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to the side to show her point.
"That is true, but I don't suppose you're gonna answer me even if I ask. I'm supposed to be dead, yet I'm here talking to my doppelganger dressed in suspicious clothing."
She stared intently at the wariness growing on my face and she immediately responded, "I'm not an enemy, you don't have to be so hostile…"
Why does it feel as if I'm bullying her? I sighed in defeat. "Then can you explain what's going on?"
Time seemed to pass by for a very long time but she didn't reply. I couldn't help but feel nervous. "Is it something you can't say?"
"That's not it," she hesitated. "You see I'm from a world that is completely different from yours."
"How different?"
"We have magic and monsters."
I paled. They have what?
"I know this will be hard to take in but I want you to believe in me." her face changed and she turned to me apologetically as if she's done something to warrant her to make that expression. "I kind of dabbled in dark magic."
"Dark magic?"
The doppelganger seemed to have not heard my words as she lowered her head and bit her lip. "In my world, it's kind of a taboo to try and practice dark magic because of it's dangerous properties. I was naïve and used it for my selfish gains, so now I'm being punished."
Hearing her words, I was as calm as usual but an unknown emotion glazed back at my deep-blue pupils. That didn't really answer any of the questions swimming in my mind but only added to the long list. "So you fucked up, what does that have to do with me?"
The tender, blushing young girl raised her head again. At this moment, the sunlight with invisible origins was overflowing onto her fair cheeks.
"I want you to help me!"
What?
"I don't want to."
It was as if her resolve came crushing down like a burnt-down mansion. It was amusing but I was the type of person who use people, not the other way round.
"I-in return, I'll help you. I'll grant anything you wish."
Oh? Now, that's what we call a fair trade. However… "What can you do for me? Can you revive me if I so wish?"
"Yes!"
I didn't expect such a positive answer but she didn't look like the type to lie. I paused in silence, pondering over the thought. "If you have that much power to revive even the dead, why not help yourself?"
My eyes never left the form of the young girl in front of me so I would know the slightest bit of changes in her expression. It was awkward since it feels like I'm looking at my reflection in the mirror. Although this reflection sure has her emotions like an open book.
"For now, I can't say anything about that but please believe me!" she sounded so desperate. "Only you could help me!"
My eyes widened in shock when she suddenly appeared in front of me, clasping both of my hands. I stared at her determined and delicate features, taking my time to process what I'm about to get myself into. "I'll help you but I need assurance. Dying twice isn't really that fun."
"Of course! I'll equip you with the appropriate skills. Alright, how about keeping your job as an idol? That way you wouldn't have to work twice as much!"
"Before that, tell me exactly what you want me to do."
"About that," she fumbled with her hands. "You just have to grow up healthily, and find a man who loves you- preferably a prince, have kids and-"
"Hold it young lady." I stopped her before her demand could get any worse. "How would that help you exactly?"
The doppelganger grabbed my hands tightly. Somehow, the warmth from her palms gingerly reminded me that she just sincerely wants me to live well. But for what reason? "It will help me. It will help me a lot so please…just live well."
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"-oing to die!"
I was awoken by a loud sound followed by hushed noises. It was dark and cold, and the feeling of dread that crept up to my cheeks sent a chill down my spine. What is this situation that it could even make me feel this afraid?
"Are you awake?" A childish voice sounded out. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust my vision on the looming darkness. It was faint, but I know I wasn't alone in such a place. Other than the voice that asked of my condition, there were indistinct sobs of children.
"What's happening?" I asked, preparing for the worst.
"We've been kidnapped. Those damned fools don’t know what they're doing! If my Father hears about this, they're dead!" The voice which I could now clearly hear sounded that of a young boy.
I remained silent trying to mentally analyze the situation. But before that…
That little bitch! Live well my ass! How is it that the moment I open my eyes, I'm already a foot away from my funeral?! My inner thoughts came crashing down and I almost yelled a string of curses if it wasn't for my god-level self-control.
"Could you tell me exactly what happened?"
Whatever, I just have to solve it on my own.
I sat there, just realizing that my arms were bound behind my back. Nevertheless, I listened to the child's story. So apparently, every kid here was taken at random times. I also learned that from these children, the kid who talked to me first was the second son of a noble. His name is Livius. He was kidnapped when he was sneaking into the town while secretly following his older brother.
A troublemaker at such a young age, I feel bad for his parents. Well, I can't really judge him since seeing as how I'm here with him, I must've done something to be taken too. Judging from my expensive clothes, I should belong to a well-respected family as well.
There were about 11 children including Livius and I squeezed in the cart where we were forced to stay. For some reason, I became a child. Although in this situation, I could say that my soul was transferred to that of a child. Unfortunately, I had no memories at all to when I took control of the body. I could however didn't have a hard time speaking the language. That's something I should be thankful for at least.
"How many bad guys are there?" I asked, coming up a more appropriate term for 'thugs' that a young child could understand.
"I was blindfolded so I didn't see much but guessing from the talking voices, there should be more than five of them." He replied, showing me his hand.
Five men huh, this will be difficult; not to mention using a child's body. "There's no choice, we need to observe and find an opportunity to escape."
The children whom we've managed to calm down all nodded their heads in unison. As if responding to our resolute disposition, the carriage stopped to a halt. We all braced ourselves instinctively. Even Livius who was usually loud and making a fuss, was quiet. I internally smiled, he knows when not to act rash. He's a smart young boy.
"Get up and follow me. Try anything funny and I'll kill all of you!"
We were ushered one by one into another carriage. My gaze swept past the carriage that we're being transported into and slowly scanned the surrounding area. Sadly, it was too dark to see anything plus the fact that either way, I wouldn't have any idea since it wasn't even half a day that I transmigrated into this body.
"Found anything useful?" Livius whispered beside me. I shook my head 'no'. "You?"
"I heard them talking," I couldn't clearly see his face but he sounded proud of this feat. I couldn't help but praise him. "I have a good hearing, anyways- it seems like we'll be sold off as slaves. However…" His tone suddenly grew weary.
"What is it?"
"Your clothes,"
"What about it?"
"They found out that you're from a noble family… I didn't hear anything more after that but it seems like…" It was obvious that he is having a hard time explaining the rest thinking I'd become terrified. "b-but don't worry! I'll protect you. If it comes to worse, I will also reveal my identity."
His idea was so stupidly heroic and adorable that I couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh. He became flustered at my unexpected reaction.
"Sorry, it was just too cute… but thank you. I appreciate it." Such a young child would risk his life for me: a stranger, how could I not get touched?
“That’s right I didn’t ask for your name.”
“Eh?” I made a stupid noise as he suddenly looked at me with probing eyes.
“Umm,” to be honest I had no idea. I was thrown into this world with barely any information to who or where I am. “Rizu.” I answered either way. Technically, I wasn’t lying so. He looked satisfied enough so I left it at that.
Our destination ended up being displayed on a text screen in front of my very eyes. Yes, a text screen. It was similar to those from video games I’ve played when I was still on Earth.
[Bandit’s Temporary Lair]
I unconsciously read it out loud. Livius and another young girl who were closer to me, gave me confused looks, but I merely shrugged and smiled.
The bandit’s lair was unimpressive and I found myself cringing at the dilapidated shack we’ll be held in. I was expecting at least a normal, livable building if they were as to kidnap young children. What if we get sick? Right, as if they care about something trivial like that. They only care about how much money we’ll actually go for and hearing Livius earlier, I sound like I’d go for a lot.
“Now get inside!” A man with a long beard and an unkempt face opened the entrance to what seems to be a prison and herded us inside like cattle. “No screaming, no crying or else-“ he threatened and I saw most of the kids tremble in fear.
“It seems like we’ll be kept here for a while,” Livius began as he sat beside me. “They’re waiting for this ‘boss’.” His face showed puzzlement.
He was probably confused about the slang term the thugs have used. He was raised as a noble so I understand why.
“Livi, I’ll come up of a plan so could you take this time to listen to their conversations? Any info is fine even if you don’t understand it.”
“L-Livi?!” The young boy made surprised noises and gave me a look of embarrassment.
Was I too bold? He is just a young child so I didn’t know he’d react so strongly about a petty nickname. “Yeah, Livius is such a mouthful. So? Could you do it?”
“Ah yes,” he bolted up and sat further away from the rest of us.
I didn’t expect him to do that but part of me was thankful he did so. At least he wouldn’t see how weird I’ll be in a moment. I had a lot of assumptions as to how this world works and if what my doppelganger had said was true, then I might be in a world totally opposite of where I come from. She said that monsters and magic is present here. If that’s the case then I might be blessed with one. She did say I could keep my job as an idol.
But how do I know that? I thought about how the text screen worked earlier and assumed I can summon at least a status screen. That is, if this is really a game-like world.
“Status screen.” I stated and sure enough, a conspicuous screen popped out.
{Name: Lizzy Sapphirus Aphelion}
{Title: Idol Transmigrator (+10 All Stats)}
{Job: Idol}
{Status: Anxious, Confused}
{HP: 100/100}
{MP: 150/150}
{SP: 50/50}
{LEVEL: 1}
The first thing that caught my eye is a portrait of myself and the uncanny similar features of it and my original appearance. As if that isn't suspicious enough, on the right side is information about myself. Lizzy Sapphirus Aphelion. So I'm called Lizzy. I don’t know if it's a coincidence, but it sounded awfully similar to my stage name on Earth which was Rizu.
As promised, I still have my job as an idol and a title that left me with more questions so I chose to ignore it for now. If it says stats, that means I have attributes, and if I have attributes, I will definitely have skills- well, that's how RPG games work anyways.
"Attributes."
{BASIC ATTRIBUTES:}
Strength: 23
Constitution: 20
Dexterity: 25
Intelligence: 33
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 25
Luck: 13
{ADVANCED ATTRIBUTES:}
Voice Mastery: 11
Dance Mastery: 11
Expression Mastery: 11
These stats… look tremendously weak that it's baffling. How could I even escape with this shitty stats. That doppelganger sure knows how to tug at my murder strings.
=Chapter End=
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When to Repair and Replace your Air Conditioner?
The post When to Repair and Replace your Air Conditioner? was first published on: Leipart Heat and Air Repair & AC Repair
Does Your Air Conditioning Need Repair?
Our home should always have a well conditioned atmosphere, especially if we have kids. Good thing, an air conditioning was invented. There are lots of HVAC systems to choose from, you can have a choice that will suit your needs. However, if you are not a techy-type and don’t actually know what’s the best option for your family then you can call an expert. Or if you already have an air conditioning but needs repair you can always call Leipart Heating and Cooling, they offer first class Heating and AC Repair Service. Their expert technicians provide helpful and professional advice, in addition to superior products with superior benefits. Yet it’s still best to have an idea whether you really need a repair service, for more added information you may check these helpful ideas.
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If you listen to your air conditioner while it runs, at times you may hear the drip of water coming from it. However, you shouldn’t see any water actually dripping from the air conditioner cabinet. If you do, there may be something wrong with it that will require you to call for professional repairs. We’ll take a closer look at what a leaking air conditioner may mean and what repairs will do to fix it.
Your AC doesn’t run using water
First, we’ll clear this up becomes it sometimes confuses people who don’t have professional refrigeration training. (Which, if we’re being honest, is most people.) An air conditioner uses a chemical blend called refrigerant (Freon is one of trademarked names) to cool down a home. The water you hear in the AC is a byproduct of how this refrigerant works. In the indoor refrigerant coil of your home, the cold refrigerant goes through evaporation to absorb heat. At the same time it also absorbs water moisture in the air—especially during humid days. This water moisture gathers along the coil and then drips down from it. That’s the water you hear inside the AC.
The condensate pan and drain
Where does the water from the coil go? It falls into a narrow pan called the condensate pan. From there, it leaves into the wastewater system through a drain. If everything is working the way it should, you’ll never see the water.
But when something’s wrong with the condensate pan…
Yes, you’ve probably guessed already: this is where water will leak from an AC. If the pan is in the wrong position (or missing for some reason), the water will drip right out of the indoor cabinet. The drain can also come loose from the pan, giving the water a hole to escape through. Another common trouble is algal growth inside the drain, which will clog it and cause the condensate pan to rapidly overflow. It is, after all, only about an inch deep!
Professional repairs
Air conditioning technicians will be able to find quickly the source of the leaking water and figure out how to fix it. They can replace the drain, the pan, or reattach a loose drain. Your air conditioner should be back to working shape in no time at all.
To give you an overview on how air conditioner works and how to troubleshoot your air conditioning, watch the video below for more details!
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Aside from water leaking there is other trouble that your air conditioning may encounter. What is important is for you to know whether it the problem have a simple solution or it needs a repair of an expert.
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In order to do so, we recommend that you not only invest in a great air conditioning system, but that you also allow the pros on our staff to install and service that system.
Here are some signs of trouble to look out for.
A decrease in your system’s cooling output is one of the most obvious signs that there is something wrong with your home cooling system. If you feel as though your system is struggling to cool your entire home effectively, or if it seems to be blowing lukewarm air, call our number right away. Refrigerant leaks, issues with blower fans, and other problems could be to blame.
Ice on the system is another sign that your air conditioner is definitely in need of repair services. You may think that ice on an air conditioner is actually a good sign, proof that the system is cooling your home effectively. In truth, though, clogged air filters or low refrigerant levels may be leaving your system incapable of absorbing sufficient heat.
Strange sounds emanating from your air conditioning system during operation are also cause for concern. No, your AC is not going to operate in a silent stealth mode. However, you shouldn’t really be hearing loud grinding, screeching, or booming sounds. If you do, it is in your best interest to allow a member of our staff to evaluate it for repairs ASAP.
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Take Responsibility and LOA Shows Up
Plainly the Law of Attraction has been going all out all through as long as I can remember - all through the majority of our lives. However, my intentionally getting to be mindful of it started multi day in the '70s, when I had what was for me, at the time, a progressive idea. I was four years into a session with disease. I'd had six medical procedures and was starting a chemotherapy regimen that wound up going on for a long time. I was a working artist/performer, and was tap moving as quick as I could to keep my disease calm so I'd even now get contracted in theater. Neither my specialists nor the few individuals I'd taken into my certainty could clarify why this was going on. I cared more for myself than anybody they knew, so why was I in the healing center at regular intervals? My restorative group was breathtaking, and they were doing whatever they could to reestablish my wellbeing, however I started to feel that it wasn't sufficient. I realized that something within me needed to move. And after that suddenly came this knowledge: I should assume full liability for my own particular prosperity. Unbeknownst to me, this was one of the adages of the then-developing human potential development, and the vitality was noticeable all around. From that minute on I was completely dedicated to being in charge of my own health.
This well known Goethe quote dependably rings so valid: "Until the point that one is conferred, there is aversion, the opportunity to step back. Concerning all demonstrations of activity (and creation), there is one rudimentary truth, the numbness of which executes innumerable thoughts and impressive plans: that the minute one certainly confers oneself, at that point Providence moves as well. A wide range of things strike help one that could never generally have happened. An entire stream of occasions issues from the choice, bringing up to support one all way of unexpected occurrences and gatherings and material help, which no man could have envisioned would have come his direction. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, start it. Strength has virtuoso, power, and enchantment in it. Start it now."
I started! Furthermore, what we currently allude to as the Law of Attraction turned into an obvious nearness in my life. I opened up and the Universe moved in. I was guided to books and classes and human services experts. Modalities that I hadn't known existed were tossed over my life way. I got rolfed, rebirthed, acupunctured, acupressured, shiatsued. It was so energizing and I was so thankful. At last I was directed to a profound educator and healer, Hilda Charlton, and in the wake of accepting her lessons and mending vitality for multi year, I expelled myself from chemotherapy. I just knew I didn't require the medication any longer, and with my specialists swooning surrounding, I guaranteed to come all the more as often as possible for registration. I did, and fortunately my instinct was right; I've been fine from that point onward. (It would be ideal if you realize that I never suggest that malignancy patients do this.)
For a long time I examined with Hilda. I realized that her intelligence and the gifts from her radiant soul had helped spare my life, and I needed to take in everything I could from her. Her lessons were situated in antiquated mystical/profound conventions. It's a similar quantum mechanics material presently being embraced by our academic network and a large number of our specialists. It's about the Law of Attraction. To condense Hilda's lessons compactly, here are three focuses such were reality changing/putting something aside for me:
1. The universe, and everything in it (counting each cell of our bodies), is comprised of spinning molecules of vitality or subatomic particles. (With respect to bodies, Deepak Chopra says it along these lines, "Our bodies are waterways of vitality.")
2. Contemplations are "things". They are always affecting our bodies, either inspiring them or sabotaging them. "You are what you think about throughout the day." Emerson
3. Illness is truly that "dis-facilitate", an absence of simplicity and agreement in the body/mind framework.
My life was never the same again. Despite the fact that I cherished being in theater, my energy for the mending expressions assumed control. I ached to share this wondrous material that had recuperated and contacted me so and ended up moving into what keeps on being the most inventive time of my life. I started showing what we called Healing Concerts, in which I sang everything from Puccini to John Denver, interspersing the melodies with motivating data. What's more, when the market would bear it, I'd lead a reflection. As I needed to thank every one of my specialists and the general population who had helped with sparing my life, we delivered a chronicle of tunes entitled Gratitude. It went onto the market, as did Beautiful Dreamer Awake, music and reflection to enable individuals to unwind into tasty rest around evening time, and to animate their enlivening procedure every morning. This undertaking was especially favorable for me in that I composed the "wake-up" tune. Stunning! It had never jumped out at me that I could do anything besides translate another person's words and music, and all of a sudden thoughts were coming to me straight out of the air. I was excited.
The Law of Attraction continued extending as far as I can tell. Assuming liability for my own prosperity had not exclusively been the impetus for my recuperating, it had opened wide a way of innovativeness that stretches previously me to the extent my brain can think and heart can feel. It's valid that in the previous 10 years there have been numerous troublesome and difficult circumstances. My dearest mother passed away, as did my delightful Collie pooch, and my significant other and I persevered through an extensive detachment. We're currently cheerfully re-joined together and shockingly thankful for that antagonized time. Everything occurs for a reason!) However, through everything, the preparation I got from Hilda maintained me. My working learning of LOA and the significant association with soul that had been conceived and sharpened in me around then determinedly bolstered my prosperity.
Obviously, I've expected to assume liability for the way that the Law of Attraction was particularly in play before my epiphany in the '70's. It was then as often as possible powering a negative side of me. In spite of the fact that there are heap reasons why we have genuine sickness, one of the tremendous contributing components to my ailment was not cherishing and regarding myself enough (however I ate right and got enough rest, and so on.). I was dependably a wise and talented individual, yet I beat myself up constantly. Nothing I did was ever adequate. My MO was making a decent attempt to be what others thought I was or what they needed me to be. Hence, however it was normally framed in humor, there was a great deal of discipline and self-denigration. This absence of amicability inside myself prompted stuffing much trouble and disappointment into this body. It's obvious to me that these negative musings, and the emotions they induced, helped set the phase for my sickness. I pulled in it. In any case, all things considered, this most laborious time in my life was a surprisingly positive development, an existence section that showed me so much and opened me to ponders I presumably could never have known. I consider it an inception, a transitional experience. I feel every one of our emergencies are only that. Everything is grist for the plant, some portion of the voyage - in numerous examples, an adventure of astounding imaginative endowments.
Not long after leaving my significant other, I was strolling in Central Park and these musings overflowed my awareness: sing these two sacrosanct melodies, put a contemplation in the middle of them, here's the cover workmanship and you can create this yourself (my better half had dependably delivered my items). It was that unmistakable. Inside 24 hours I had reached my companion Jeff Olmsted, a stupendous artist who has a sound studio in my neighborhood, and we started chipping away at the task. The charge for his administrations was the correct sum I'd recently gotten for offering my Aunt Mary's gave china. Well. Discuss LOA. The task is called Come Home To Your Heart and, similar to all my different chronicles, I feel a staggering feeling of appreciation. Inventive motivation is scrumptiously elevating and lowering in the meantime. It is so valuable.
More than ten years back I composed on my tasks to-be-done rundown: Pre and Post Surgery Videos for Patients and their Caregivers. In 2004 Eric Brown, a resigned legal counselor, came into my life, adored the thought, most liberally created it and the Better and Better Series was conceived. It's clear to the point that the Universe needed this task done and united everything at the ideal time to achieve it. Hilda dependably advised us that "God has culminate timing". The How is dependably up to the Universe - the What is dependent upon us.
What's more, now The Secret develops. At this most basic/consummate time on our planet the Law of Attraction is acquainted with the majority. What preferable planning over now to stir individuals to their obligation regarding the wellbeing and prosperity of their own lives and for that of our wonderful Earth. My appreciation to all who took an interest really taking shape of this life-changing video and book. My appreciation to Esther and Jerry Hicks and Abraham who have been showing LOA for a considerable length of time. My appreciation to my darling instructor, Hilda, and all the profound educators who have been granting these all inclusive standards for centuries. My appreciation to Oprah for guaranteeing that millions everywhere on our planet got this most huge and exceptionally critical data. May it leak so significantly into the mass awareness that we and our reality progress toward becoming saturated with appreciation, respectability and sympathetic minding that, consistent with the Law of Attraction, continues making increasingly of the same. Much obliged to you. Much obliged to you. Appreciation rules.
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Elizabeth Hepburn started singing before she had verbal aptitudes. Her expert credits incorporate Broadway, Off Broadway, and the NY City and San Francisco Opera Companies.
Developing triumphant from a session with tumor, she moved her concentration from theater to the Healing Arts. She currently alludes to herself as a Wellness Facilitator and through her work, which is a blend of her melodic endowments, showy experience, individual mending and long stretches of magical preparing, she sets the phase to empower the brilliant recuperating power inside every one of us.
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Bitcoin Worth - Newest Updates: Cryptocurrency Worth Steadies After Heavy Recent Falls
Some persons www.cryotpdailynews.Online are embracing being a safety and taking a full advantage of that, while others are shifting away from being a pseudo-safety not to be discovered guilty of fraud or different rules. "Investors appear to be taking a breather from bitcoin for now and taking a look at alternative cryptocurrencies," technology correspondent Arjun Kharpal mentioned in a CNBC story. The recent price improve of bitcoin is very gradual. Already there may be appreciable speculation concerning what this implies for the way forward for the cryptocurrency, with a large number of opinions forming on Bitcoin price prediction. _he8w. This reside bitcoin price video was uploaded on You Tube by user MadBitcoins. Individuals would commerce a coin in anticipation of the fork, then ignore the fork and continue trading the coin on account of its increased worth and quantity, utterly forgetting why they had been buying and selling it in the first place. It's distinctive in that you need to use it for any local currency without having to first pre-promote your valuable metals holding earlier than using it. The laws from the federal government might be carried out in the primary half of subsequent year, but subsequent yr there might be native elections.
Thus, each choice with regard to working over tokens can be registered in a network and is not going to be topic to alter. Attackers can additionally redirect all site guests in opposition to an authentic world-wide-internet towards a destructive net in the direction of which the consumer’s laptop will then be attacked. The obvious crux right here is the phrase "if it retains rising at this fee" - which might be very unlikely to occur. Simply look around you and see the jobless price. The compound annual growth fee (CAGR) is the mean annual growth price of an funding over a specified time frame longer than one 12 months. And it's sharper, in cumulative phrases (each nominal and actual), than another cycle in modern (put up 1970s - end of Bretton Woods and stagflationary environments) period. A particular consequence of that is that it cannot afford to substitute issues which can be still completely able to delivering affected person care, even in the event that they aren’t the latest model. If the demand for money will increase all of a sudden and dramatically (as it is susceptible to do during a monetary crisis), then the consequence of a fixed short-run supply of cash is a sudden and unanticipated deflation.
If a legacy device or application cannot be secured, then at the very least it must be segregated from the remainder of the network. Their feelings get the higher of them, as they inflate what are essentially quick-time period market developments into main inventory-trading drivers. In March, I think the market was very unstable sufficient to wobble by a celeb's phrase. Tell us what you suppose within the comments section below. Owing to this very motive, Ethereum is way completely different as compared to the other tokens which are just a token for funding. My claim is really that it could also be going on and there are very good incentives for that. It was the penny sweets, that are small candies that they offered for a penny. From less than three hours a yr of tv, to about three hours a day now. Bitcoin Value Alert: BTC Shoots Past 50 & one hundred Day EMAs - A Trend Change?
What influence could the technology behind Bitcoin have? Now we have a obscure notion of how inner combustion works, how power is transmitted by means of the drive practice, blah, blah, however all we really know for certain is that our collective expertise with the expertise has confirmed helpful. Both Bitcoin and Litecoin have cashed on the euphoria incited by the launch of Coinbase new licensed Bitcoin exchange. One hundred millionth of a Bitcoin is called a "Satoshi", after its creator. In fact, I consider that's one in every of the reasons the location failed. The character of the crypto marketplace for the time being consists of independent assets scattered over quite a few exchanges and platforms. If Coinbase or other such exchanges list Monero, this might certainly increase usage. BCC is not Bitcoin Cash in some exchanges! Funniest thing, however a scholar on Monday mentioned that he'd invested in Bitcoin. Further development comes from the "bitcoin as a store of value" crowd. Mint is promoting four occasions the amount of silver dollars they bought final yr. $20 (the spot value of silver). In accordance with its authors, individuals within the surveyed counties would like investing in cryptocurrencies (12%) to spending on an iPhone X (7%), a VR headset or a drone (each 1%), if provided a thousand dollars.
$1.2 trillion dollars amongst us international foreign money was in blood circulation. How about after recent attack they suffered? I've written about this before right here: Ron Paul's Money Illusion. AMD shares gained 2.Three% to close at 12.Ninety four on the inventory market today. Whether it is heartburn, wholesome canine snacks or a luxury cruise, you can faucet into that market together with your articles. The most effective known strategy is to buy key dates in the highest grades you possibly can afford. From the exams achieved, it was recognized that a revenue of up to 190% will be achieved is rigorously used. Some forks permit GPU mining, which means anybody with a graphics card can potentially take part. in 2016, this was halved to the present level of 12.5 BTC. Let me shut with this. It remained unclear whether or not the outage was associated to the "maintenance" itself, overflow of eager cryptocurrency traders or a cyberattack. Mod Information: Restrict of two posts per cryptocurrency on the front page.
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On Conversing with the Unusual
In my last post I talked about how much I liked the McElroys, and why (which is important to read before this), but I'd like to expand on that with why this whole thing bothered me so much. As I said, as a person who endures an invisible prejudice, I've become very sensitive to all kinds of prejudice.
I know it might sound absurd to think that mentally disabled people really do experience so much hatred, but we do. The thing is? There's no skin colour to unify us, no gender, no obvious physical marks of our supposed deficiencies; so we're not a homogenised factor. When you add in the oddly individualistic personalities autistic people can have, and how different two autistic people can be fro one another (far more so than I've observed in neurotypicals)? This all adds up to something ugly.
Usually people need something simple they can grasp to grab ahold of in order to understand the injustices a person is suffering. As I said, this will so often come down to reductivism -- their skin is black, they're old, they're in a wheelchair, et cetera. In fact, people are so used to having that criticism levelled at them that they'll often snap back at anyone whom they think is being reductivist. I remember on the Battleborn community I mentioned how pleased I was with the treatment of a character who had a notable disability. I got a very angry response.
You see, it was assumed I was talking about Kleese. It was reductivist to say that because he had full use of his body and faculties, so his chair was instead more of an old person's aesthetic, the lazy chair, rather than something required for his mobility. This would be a fine argument, of course, were I even actually talking about Kleese. I was, instead, referring to Benedict. When I pointed this out, it actually took a good number of people a while to wrap their brains around this, as to why I viewed Benedict as a disabled character. Not much introspection in the world, these days.
Thumbs up to you if you've already figured this out. If you hadn't rushed off to look up pictures of Benedict, I'll give you this: He lost part of a wing, it's relevant to his character and origin story. It's been replaced by cybernetics, but it doesn't work nearly as well as his original. He can hover and glide, but no longer fly. Yes, he still has the use of all of the limbs a human would consider to be important, but what of his wings? I suspect of those reading, more will have twigged on now to where I'm going with this. Yeah?
Consider a world where flight is an everyday occurrence. Just imagine it. Would it be likely for there to be stairs, lifts (elevators), escalators, and so on? If everyone can fly, the living space would likely be much more vertical with an emphasis on building things in higher places. Birds do this as an instinctive factor, there's less danger above than there is on the ground, so I'd imagine that much as how we've adopted instincts from our simian ancestry, they adopted factors from their avian heritage.
And what if a person in such a world could no longer fly? Certainly, there would be the equivalent of ramps (lifts for disabled people), but it would be seen as something they have to grudgingly use because they've no other choice. Others might look at them funny, start treating them differently, since they're no longer "the same" as the rest of society. It's always the case that neurotypical society rewards homogeneity, the status quo, and an earnest effort to uphold the Zeitgeist.
Often, neurodiverse people are told that in order to survive in a world "owned by neurotypicals," they have to behave, act, and fit in as them. They have to assimilate into neurotypical culture. When your nature is as contrary to homogeneity as an autistic person's is, however? That can be really bloody tricky. And even for those who even care to make that effort in the first place, the body language and smalltalk are so irritatingly tricky to emulate that cracks in the facade will shine through. Which is why many will simply choose to not bother -- opting to be a hermit or merely accepting the inevitable, that they're always going to stand out no matter what.
I noticed that Benedict, that Battleborn character, was unduly obsessed with both flight and his wings. This can happen with someone who finds theirself newly disabled, or discover that they have a disability. There can, for a time, be an unhealthy fixation upon this fact as it separates them from the rest of humanity. They haven't yet come to accept that they're different and that there really isn't a lot they can do about it, so they haven't come to terms with who they are and that perhaps there's nothing they need to do about it in the first place. Some, possibly due to a lack of introspection and self-awareness, may never arrive at this point.
So consider my reaction to a fantasy world.
I like insects. I like snakes. I mean, of course I do. I love wolves. It's probably quite obvious that I like dragons. So, that lich... Is it really a malignant evil or simply a downtrodden individual chased from society for having no choice other than to exist outside of the norm? I mean, consider this. It's a little jovial and facetious because that's my nature when I'm trying to help people understand something, but it's what I want you to think about. It's a very Pratchett-esque perspective. More people should read Discworld.
Anyway... A townsperson spots a gathering of undead, accompanied by moaning, shambling, and strange, fel lights that seem to ebb, flow, and bob around with wanton abandon. The immediate assumption is that this is an undead invasion! The reality, however, is that the spirits of the dead were feeling restless and pestering a nearby lich to raise them so that they could have something of a party. They wanted him to throw together a shindig, since it's nice to get out of one's grave every now and then.
The lich resisted, initially. "You know how they'll react," he bemoans, listlessly. "It'sss alwayss the saaame with them. It'sss an undead horde! It'ss an invaaasion! They're going to eeat our braaainss. Have you ever tassted brains? They're grossss... I don't know of aaany undead that even eeat brainsss. Do you? Didn't think ssso. They'll sssee the lightss, hear all of you chuckleheadsss yukking it up and I'll have another paaarty of blasssted adventurersss on my hands again."
It's an empathetic lich though. It's not nice to be stuck in the ground all the time, especially when you really don't want to be. So he rises the dead, puts together this wild party for them, and everyone's having a great old time. Then the adventurers turn up and what do you think happens next?
Perhaps if this were The Adventure Zone, maybe good things! Sadly, most people aren't like that. And most tales told aren't, either. It's really quite the depressing state of affairs, quite sordid and unfortunate, that we can't envision something that's inhuman as anything other than evil. When I say "we" I do of course mean neurotypicals. I don't have that problem. They seem to have it Universally, though.
"It's aesthetically displeasing. It's evil! KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
And they never really question it, do they? They never stop to think about it. Like I said, there's just a general lack of self-awareness and introspection amongst neurotypicals. Not a whole lot of Theory of Mind to go around, there, I feel. They are sorely, sorely lacking in that department.
So, these gnolls have amassed a small pile of gold by hunting, tanning, and preparing hides to sell to traders who'll then sell them in human cities. "They came from a nomadic group of noble savages, humans, of course. No gnoll merchandise here!"
Then one of the merchants gets a little bit clever, he cooks up a cockamamie cock-and-bull story about how these gnolls jumped him, killed his guards, and robbed his caravan blind. His last stop was at an opulent port city with riches to spare, says he, and his wagons were overflowing with gold. "Oh, I just knew I shouldn't have passed through the fallow glades, but I was trying to make good time to get here before the market! You know how it is..."
A witless, hapless troupe of murderers under the job description of ‘Adventurer’ decide to... investigate this terrible crime. They find a small encampment of gnolls with a marginally sizeable pile of gold. What do you think happens next? Isn't it depressing? And how often do you think you're lied to by quest-givers in video games, had you considered with ho much regularity you could be being manipulated by bandits, thieves, and excessively avarice-laden, filthy rich autocrats?
How often is it that these "monsters" are simply acting in self-defence. Indeed, how often does an adventurer charge in slashing their blades before so much as a by-your-leave. Not even a how-do-you-do? No, you were given a quest by a human and the antagonists of this narrative aren't humans so naturally they're the evil ones, here. No need to even bother with an investigation, why even bother conversing? What use is reason?
And it just feels grotesque.
I mean, it's just another expression of prejudice, isn't it? A normalisation thereof. If a right wing mendicant can't be permitted to slag off real world groups, they can commit murder and genocide against fantasy creatures for the mere sin of what they were born as. I don't like that. I'm sorry, I really don't like that at all. I think that's awful. I think that a good narrative should always dictate good or evil based upon one's personality and what drove a given soul to be who they are and do what they do by that point. It's inexcusable laziness (and worse) to put it down to a species.
And maybe I would like to have a chat with these liches, these dragons, and these gnolls. Whatever sorts of creatures regularly blunder in on and slay without ever really thinking aobut it, honestly. I might find like-minds. It might just be that these creatures consider themselves an abused underclass, seen as sub-people, troglodytes who're just there for "glorious humankind" to besto its "infallible justices" upon.
That dragon stole your prize bull? Did he? Are you sure? See, I bothered to investigate and I found out that actually it was one of your competitors who did the deed before the next farm show. You're apparently edging them out of all their fields and cutting into their profit margins so they wanted to humiliate you a little. It was the "perfect crime," kidnap your bovine under the cover of darkness and then spread rumours of the local dragon having a taste for domesticated beef. Your negligence might've cost that dragon his life. There's always someone out there who'd be happy to have just about any excuse to slay a dragon and steal his hoard.
I don't know. I just find that I empathise and connect with these creatures who constantly seem to be the targets of never-ending persecution. Is there that much of a difference between Jews and fantasy gnolls? Whilst that might sound offensive, it's because it really is. Fantasy racism is just another analogue for what happens in the real world, and I find it... I don't know. I find it oddly distasteful. I don't like it. I don't like neurotypicals, I guess.
And the thing is? That's the norm. I can cite exceptions, anyone can, but they're so few and far between that they're the exceptions that prove the rule. For example: Phantasy Star had an option where you could try and converse with the creatures you'd encounter. And I thought that was incredibly nifty! I could glean useful information from these friendly, giant spiders just by being genial and polite to them. Imagine that! How many games offer that as an option, though?
How many games can you think of that actually give you the chance to converse with inhuman creatures as opposed to just slaying them? I bet you can't go beyond just your fingers with the examples you can actually come up with. I know I can't, and I have a very extensive knowledge of video games, I've played the vast majority of them over the course of the decades I've spent on this planet.
And that's why people like me are fit for derision, because this is an uncomfortable truth about the ugliness of people. An ugliness that I don't possess. As I said in a prior post, I'm quite the quasimodo so I've ugliness to spare, but this particular flavour of it isn't my own. And with this bizarrely homogeneous, almost hive-like way that neurotypicals look at themselves, this reflects badly on every last one of them. So they have to defend despicable actions rather than owning them, which is the "norm."
And another day's lesson on why I don't like neurotypicals very much, nor am I all that fond of the video games made obviously for them. If they were made for me? Empathetic discourse, with a basis in reason, would be a way to solve most problems. I mean, there was New Vegas and that was lovely, but sadly not a huge amount of non-human life in that one. I guess that reason is only okay when it's human and beautiful, right?
You know, those oh so desirable qualities. White... Beautiful... Straight.. Healthy...
Point made? Yeah. I'd hoped so.
So, as I said in my last post? I'm happy that Travis wanted to converse with the voidfish. That's a very non-neurotypical thing to want. I admire that.
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