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silkentragedies · 3 years

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A boyfriend sounds good, but…

Non idol! Jung Wooyoung x fem! Reader

3.1k words, Highly suggestive at best, making out, FLUFF, E2L vibes, College AU

Warnings: Mentions of STDs, making out. ( This is so self-indulgent it’s horrible lmao- also, not explicit at all.)

This piece of fiction does not reflect the actions of the real-life Jung Wooyoung. Not meant for minors.

College was supposed to be late night parties and hurried submissions, overdosing on caffeine and woefully unedited essay compilations. College was supposed to be hellish hangovers and greasy weekend brunches in bed, helter-skelter running to part-time jobs and missing classes with snoozed alarms.

You got all of that, of course, but you also got one thing you didn’t ask for, in fact, wished beyond wishes that it wouldn’t happen but of course, your guardian angel was up to some mischief: You got yourself an archenemy.

Jung fucking Wooyoung.

It all started off small, of course; bumping into each other rather violently in the hallways on orientation day ended with your coffee on the floor. Minor detail- his phone had also dropped on the floor.

You apologized profusely- he seemed like an upperclassman with his leather jacket, slim but solid build, a head of double-toned hair and oh were those tattoos peeking out of his collar- no point in causing a ruckus on the first day. You even offered to pay for the damage.

And then he opened his mouth.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

The sheer annoyance in his tone rubbed you the wrong way- obviously you had to respond, you weren’t the only one at fault-

“Sorry, but you weren’t watching where you were going either. So don’t tout the blame to me-”

“Oh, whatever, just keep your money. I can get it fixed myself.”

The audacity of this bi-

“Good for you then, because my offer is off the table now, pretty boy.”

A smirk curled up his lip- “You think I’m pretty?”

“About as pretty as a skunk, especially with that hair.”

You had to tamp down the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at his bemused, mildly annoyed expression before walking past him.

Lamenting the loss of your morning coffee, you hurried your way to the orientation venue. At Least he was an upperclassman. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to deal with him-

“Did you see that hot guy in the leather jacket and that black-blonde hair ?”

Fuck’s sake.

“His name’s Jung Wooyoung and apparently all the upperclassmen already have an eye on him. He’s in our major so we really lucked out, hot guys-wise.”

Fuck’s sake.

Surely you could just avoid him and pretend he didn’t exist?

But no.

Jung fucking Wooyoung turned out to be the apple of the campus’ eye in a matter of 2 weeks. He was as new to the university as the rest of you and yet, managed to look more put together, cooler than the rest of you still struggling to figure out class numbers and professor names.

He was the upperclassmen darling- people drooled over him, wanted to befriend him, and invite him to all the big parties…

and fuck- even the teachers were already wrapped around his infuriating pinky finger. They allowed him to waltz into class 25 minutes late, smile his infuriating innocent smile and chill in the back row, scot fucking free.

A month in, he’d gotten into the Dance Club too- cementing his legendary status in the university. It was unheard of, after all, for a freshman to get into the unattainable Dance Club in his first attempt.

You happened to visit one of the club’s performances one weekend and even you couldn’t ignore the sheer talent he radiated. It only infuriated you more to watch Wooyoung hog the stage’s spotlight with almost no effort- all perfect lines, sharp and clean movements…

It’s fine, you could still ignore his existence

But no.

Another thing about Jung Wooyoung- he found sick pleasure in annoying the living daylights out of you.

It was so juvenile, so high-school, so immature of him- sticking gum in your hair, snapping your bra strap, kicking the back of your chair, striking up nonsense debates with you in class…

And then he had the nerve to laugh in your face when you glared at him with hellfire in your eyes because you were too polite to lash out in front of a professor.

Of course, you exhibited no such restraint outside the classroom.

“You vs Woo” was a commonplace explanation for the commotions that blazed up in the campus courtyard every other day. You were like wolves, the way you snarled at each other, not hesitating to slash at each other with as many cutting words as you could find.

This went on for months, an entire semester marred by an enmity that seemed to stem from nothing- until one day, mister Jung Wooyoung really fucked up.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? FACE ME, YOU COWARDLY WORM!” Your angry yelling and thudding on the door had Wooyoung’s roommates Yeosang and… Choi San? running to open the door to their shared dorm room.

You barged into Wooyoung’s room, unplugging the game he was playing. “What the fuck-”

“You dirty fucking bastard. You shameless shitstain of a fucking human being-”

Slap. Wooyoung reeled back. In all this time, you’d never actually hit out at him physically. It had always been words. Maybe this time he crossed a line?

“You told Changbin I had a fucking STD. THE GALL OF YOU-” You lashed out at him with every few words, pushing Wooyoung further back against the back wall of his room.

“How fucking dare you make assumptions about me like that. you lowlife scumbag.” You snarled in his face, now having him trapped between you and the wall.

You were smaller than him by quite a bit- it was almost amusing to see Wooyoung cowering in front of you, lowkey terrified of what you’d throw at him next.

“Okay okay, fuck, I’m sorry!” He burst out finally, cutting you right across your angry rant. “I didn’t mean it like that!! I swear, I didn’t even know you were the one he was talking about. And I only told him to be safe from STDs, not that anybody had one.”

“What makes you think I’ll believe you, Jung,” You screeched. “You’ve always been a dick in general to me. I wouldn’t put it past you to say something like that and lie to my face about it.”

You back away, almost disgusted at being so close to him, “Seriously, dude. Get fucked.” Flipping him off before leaving, you turn around to look at him still standing where you’d backed him up to, an evil glint in your eye.

“It will be so fucking unfortunate if somebody told the campus gossip blog you had erectile dysfunction and your hookups were all fake.”

Safe to say, Wooyoung never made digs at your sexual activity again.

Neither did he have much sexual activity of his own for a while. Not that there was much sexual activity in your case either.

Maybe it was that exact…starvation that led Wooyoung to behave the way he did.

What was juvenile teasing became more… flirtatious?

Oh gods, what the fucking fuck is going on-

Suddenly, it wasn’t gum in your hair, it was soft whispers against your ear, breath warm against your cheek

It wasn’t kicking the back of your chair, it was leaning in front of you to fistbump Lee Felix on the other side of you until you could smell his intoxicating chocolate-honey-sweat scent.

He’d taken to taking his leather jacket off and sitting through classes (he still turned up late for) in a muscle t shirt that showed off his toned arms-

All of his movements now seemed to be designed to tease the crawling under your skin you hadn’t been able to quench recently-

Not that you were a serial hookup kinda person, but you’d been fairly sexually active until semester exams and Wooyoung’s rumors had brought around quite a dry spell for you.

It was like every action of his sparked something wildfire hot in your head, tension stringing your senses into overdrive- were you imagining it?

Wooyoung was having some troubles with said crawling under-skin himself.

Since when did you wear skinny jeans like that to class? Did you always have such a pretty neck, just waiting to get marked up? Did you always have that sway to your hips when you walked out of class?

The forced abstinence was doing bad things to him.

It did rather amuse him, however, when he could see your breath catch a little from his murmurings in your ear, or squirm in your seat when he spoke to Felix before the professor arrived. It was the little things, truly.

You still fought like a cat and dog though- there was no way the two of you would ever let on that your scope of noticing each other had gone beyond annoyance and rivalry a while ago.

“Fuck no. I’m not doing this fucking project with you. It’s worth half the fucking grade and you’re a numbskull when it comes to this subject.”

“Like I want to deal with you anymore than I have to, sweetheart. You’re pretentious enough in class as it is.”

Fate really loved playing the cliche card with you- of course you got paired up with Wooyoung for one of your semester projects.

No, it definitely wasn’t the teacher that saw you two glaring more at each other more than the whiteboard and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Of fucking course the teacher refused to allow switching of partners or individual grading- it had to be a team effort or you’d both fail the subject. As a team. Yippee-ki fucking yay.

So you two ended up in the library at 11 p.m, two nights before your first check point review, having procrastinated the fuck out of working together until the last possible minute.

Amidst cursing at each other and cups of ramen and iced americano, the two of you found yourself stuck with each other and attempting to build the basis of an acceptable report to present.

Surprisingly enough, Wooyoung wasn’t entirely a lost cause when it came to the subject. He actually made sizable contributions to the report. He even got you some coffee on his break, despite the jibes and taunts you threw at him about going soft- you were the type to hold a grudge.

You were both wandering down the shelves in the library, looking for more references when Wooyoung decided to open his big mouth again.

“You do realize that shitty rumor you put out didn’t really mess with my prospects, right?” Wooyoung was so full of shit. “If anything, I’d be worried about you, sweetheart.”

There it was again. Sweetheart. Another of those taunting things that just riled you up in all the wrong(right) ways. It was like he knew everything you would go weak for and then shamelessly exploited them all.

“Unlike you, Wooyoung, I don’t need people to stroke my ego…or anything else. I can get myself going just fine.”

“If you did know how to stroke anybody’s anything, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have trouble getting some.”

Ohhh, so he wants to play some games!!! Okay then-

You reached out to flick at his ponytail, ever-so slightly enamoured by how well he pulled off the double-toned look.

“Like you know anything about how to please in bed, babe.”

It was unfair how much that nickname falling from your lips affected Wooyoung. Some…not very appropriate thoughts had already taken root in his brain and you running your mouth was not helping at all.

“Good enough for them to beg, sweetheart.”

A soft crow of laughter escaped you as you turned to fully face him, the both of you standing between the Greek Architecture and Geography sections.

“You sure you weren’t the one doing the begging?”

“Oh, really now?”

You really should’ve thought through what was leaving your mouth

Because now you were wedged between the shelves and Wooyoung’s (unfairly) toned body, his arms caging you in with that signature shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned closer to you-

The tension was almost atrocious now, suffocating you when it had only previously nudged at you. You could feel it settle under your skin, in your veins, fingers itching to reach out and pull him closer

But you kept your hands braced against the shelves- you would not give him the satisfaction of making the first move yourself…right?

Fuck, you really wanted to though-

It had be the late hour leaving you with lesser inhibitions than normal or possibly the pent up horny in your system or maybe the questionable direction your conversation was headed in

There was no other plausible reason for your arch nemesis’ lips to look that inviting

It must’ve been the way your attention flitted from his eyes to his lips that gave you away, a momentary lapse of self-control before you looked away, off to some point behind his shoulders-

And he smirk only widens

“You know, nobody really visits this corner of the library.”

“Your point?”

Both your voices were whispers now, your bodies close enough to touch but not quite, Wooyoung’s face a few inches away from yours and holding your gaze

(He had honey flecks in those dark eyes, 7 on one side and 4 on the other, like gold leaf in coffee)

“We could easily find out who begs for who…”

He still hadn’t touched you yet, his hands placed on the shelf on either side of you- you could move out from the space if you so wished-

Despite the tension between the both of you, it seemed like… like he was waiting for you to make the first move, voice your consent, act on it

How considerate, you thought to yourself as you let your sight wander to either side, checking for people

Surprising you found Jung Wooyoung’s one possible redeeming quality like this, mind hazy and barely restraining yourself from kissing the living daylights out of him-

Oh well, fuck it

A soft sound left Wooyoung as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face to yours, lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss

How dare he be a good kisser too?

One hand reached up to cup your cheek and you instinctively tilted your head into the warmth of his palm as the kiss deepened

Unfair that he could take your breath away so effortlessly

There was nothing hesitant about the way Jung wooyoung kissed you back

Lips pressing more persistently against yours, teeth grazing your lower lip and pulling slightly before diving in again, hand now curled around the back of your neck

His other hand caressed your side and gripped your hips as he pressed you gently against the shelves, your arm slipping down to clutch at the front of his shirt as his body molded all too perfectly against yours

You could feel him everywhere

Everywhere

From the way his lips had begun to land messy kisses against your jaw and neck, the hand on your hip tightening and slipping under your shirt to clutch at soft skin, hips flush against yours

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from Wooyoung, your head spinning at the intoxicating feeling he brought with him

The sensation of his mouth against your neck was almost euphoric, your head lolling back against the books and leaving you to pull your lower lip between your teeth, an almost futile feeling bid to keep silent, you’re still in public

Somehow your hands wound up in his hair, pulling the double-toned strands as his head dipped lower, a quiet groan from Wooyoung your only pointer that he liked it

So this is why he was so sure of himself, your mind temporarily blanking when Wooyoung’s teeth pulled against the sensitive skin, biting and sucking gently

A choked, uneven sound escaped your mouth when he pushed you harder against the shelves, hand reaching lower to squeeze your butt-

A smirk lit up his eyes as he straightened up to look at the line of red- blue blooming across your neck, then at you, cheeks warm and still biting your lip, looking resolutely away from his gaze

“Weren’t we supposed to be working on the project?”

This little buzzkill.

You didn’t work on the project that night

You spent it in Wooyoung’s bedroom, getting railed within an inch of your life.

Not without the lack of the both of you being absolutely unable to keep your hands off each other on the way there

Between the library and his dorm, you pulled or got pulled into shady alleys and corners for ‘another taste’

“Never again.” You warned him when he dropped you off at your dorm, you looking windswept from the wind of course and his hoodie up because of the cold not because his neck was more purple than tan-

Lies.

Your daytime dynamic remained the same

But now with added benefits-

He got to corner you after class, feel you up until you were gasping his name and then leave you hanging

You got to make brazen moves under the table in the library whenever he got too snarky for his own good

He could ask nicely, you learnt. Broken groans and choked-up sounds would escape him when you ran your nails over his skin, soft and sharp and wanting and unyielding as you kissed your way down his body

Down his neck, over his chest, the hard planes of his stomach

He would plead for more when you sucked him off, bucking his hips closer to you everytime you slowed down or stopped

Find him at the right time, though and he could just as easily return the favour

He would tease you relentlessly, hands ghosting everywhere dangerous and then pulling away just to watch you squirm and make grabby hands at him, a frown marring your kiss- swollen lips

Leave conspicuous marks too high up on your neck for you to cover, dark enough for a day or two that even makeup left shadows

Spending a long, long time between your legs only to get up and start dressing, claiming to be late for class

Quickies were your religion at this point

Janitors closets locked and hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans before a dance competition, empty bedrooms in frat parties with one of you getting pushed onto the bed

It was an infernal coupon from hell : Find one archrival, get a fuck buddy free of cost!

Of course, there were side effects

“Did you just walk out of that empty classroom with Jung Wooyoung? After class hours?” “We were studying for the midterms!!”

“Uh.. Wooyoung, who was that leaving the dorm building? at 1 in the morning?” “uh yEAH WE WERE DOING THE PROJECT YEAH.”

Yeah, a boyfriend sounds nice but an archenemy you can make out with in secret sounds ravishingly pleasing-

When the boy in question is a certain young man with double toned hair with a penchant for leather jackets and out-of-line snark, you couldn’t agree more.

Yes, this is a revamp and repost from my main account xD. Like I said, this was self indulgence to the peak 😩 I'm a tad whipped for snarky boy Jung Wooyoung 😀

Do lemme know what you think ^_^. xoxo, A💕

Possibly interested parties: @aliceu @whiteprincessofnohr

(drop me an ask to be added or removed! )

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ana.writes ateez #atz #atz x reader #atz imagines #atz smut

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myfavoritelatte · 2 years

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Andor Liveblogging!!!

Ep1

-the theme already makes me kinda terrified for him

-it already looks SO different from the opening scene WHAT

-big blade runner vibes

I can’t SEE I had to turn the lights off

10 minutes in and already 2 kills? Damn also the close-up shot of Cassian was amazing

Wait so is there a cast for Cassian’s sister?

Did not expect that droid voice wtf it sounds like a white man in his 3-40s

SO many good character designs in the background YES and the set is REAL thank god

Also I wonder why Cassian becomes the “threat to the Empire” that he eventually becomes in this season cuz he’s literally just a street scumbag who accidentally killed 2 low level Empire personnel

And obvs he is a skilled liar that probably helped him later in his life

this Empire guy is just too invested in his job GET A LIFE

Why does the show’s cinematography feel so different compared to other shows??? I have no idea but I love it tho it really doesn’t feel like Star Wars

Lol Cassian in Ep1 just poking around in people’s lives

Cassian man you obviously have a type I can see it

Do I not know enough Star Wars lore or are these name drops irrelevant?

Why do I feel like Kassa’s sister is probably alive but she somehow works for the Empire (whether she wants to or not) and thus will devastate Cassian at a important point of the show?

Cassian…is a very problematic human being lol

Yup Bix’s boyfriend is really gonna get himself killed huh

I’m guessing “the man” is Stellan?

Lol I feel bad for this Imperial guy this guy is way too loyal and passionate for his position

Diego Luna(who’s in his 40s I think) can pull off a young light-minded problematic character really well even with the mustache like HOW

And like I said Cassian is VERY problematic

Also why are KIDS going off on a hunt or salvage or whatever they’re trying to do

Oh wait THIS is the main Andor theme????? Not what I expected AT ALL

Episode 2

I mean I do like the fact Cassian is problematic tbh

Why does this tribe NOT have adults?

Cinematography is crazy

Oh wait I saw this scene like 10x times!! (It was in the teaser trailer)

Also the bell… eerie as f

DO NOT TRUST HIM GIRL

this series kinda feels like a big videogame but that’s fine with me idk

Wait how does Bix know Kenari?

Bix girl…

Cassian in two eps: kills two men, gets betrayed by ex’s current partner the DRAMA

Is he gay?

GIRL HE IS A BETRAYER!!!! RUN AWAY!!!

He killed two low level men who were being a dxxk and now you’re saying he’s a serious threat? What is this?

Imperial personnel are either ixcels or lazy ppl you meet in the public sector great

I…have no idea what that is but I guess it is important

Why are these teenagers fighting? Are they here for scraps?

Oh heyyyyy Stellan Skarsgård

More bell ringing

BIX PLEASE

This droid is so adorable

No but the lack of adult supervision for this group is disturbing…and yes I knew she was going to die

So at a young age Cassian saw the leader of his group get killed by an imperial soldier and started to resent them kinda weak but okay…but I guess they probably wiped out the planet so

I cannot believe…they bringing a whole team to kill him the DRAMA

I feel like he’ll either defect or die???? Anyway ooc but he kinda looks like somebody I know and he is a nice person so I’m betting on him defecting even though he’s an ixcel at the moment

But if Stellan just arrived here & Cassian’s trying to leave…can they meet?

Wow Ferrix has an airport shuttle

The absurd entrance of drums are sending me OFF

Episode 3

Oh everyone died at Kenari I’m sorry I didn’t catch that information

Kassa was skilled at infiltrating at a VERY young age

Why is everyone’s skin…like that does the planet have a weird atmosphere?

Also this series has the best CG out of all live action SW shows

He literally just came to say goodbye?

Is Bix already a rebel? Girl you definitely have to break up now

Kassa is adorable🥺

Oh this is THAT scene

Maarva🥺

Well…bad news Cassian

done THIS TIME????

I love how people hate Cassian but they hate the Empire more

THE ACTING!!!!! i already saw this scene but with context the acting is just……🫶🏼

Lol the whole planet hating the Empire

So Luthen is Cassian’s mentor figure?

HOLY SHIT THAT SEQUENCE

The war is so fucking real in this show

Also yes I can see now he will hate Cassian throughout the whole show

I HATE STAR WARS ( I LOVE THIS SHOW PLEASE CONTINUE)

The reckoning is so real the hatred for the empire…the terror it’s causing and I love it

Also the set up for the villain…he’s traumatized

Kassa and Cassian both leaving their homes and finding a new identity…so real of the show

#andor spoilers #andor #andor series #cassian andor #star wars

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ozzy-bozzy · 3 years

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Hey first time here. Please could you do a fem!reader who has a bad/absent father with langa fic. Maybe she was listening to the song daddy issues by the NBHD and that started a conversation. Hopefully you’re doing well and drinking water . (I am also asking to be your 😖 annon)

hello anonie!! This got a lil heavy, I hope that's okay! Also, my inbox and dms are always open if anyone needs to talk <3 (also if you want me to add more tw's to this, pls lmk! That goes for any fic)

also no i have not had any water oops

tw. cheating, strong language, crying, Langa is a very supportive boyfriend

It was late at night and Langa had dragged you out to the closest skatepark to just hang out and spend time together. You had left a quick note for your mom who was working a long shift at work and had snagged your board and bag before following along beside him to the park. He had gotten carried away and was happy to go practice tricks, maybe showing off a bit just to see your reaction. He would look over in your direction and you would offer him a small clap or thumbs up to encourage him to keep going. You sat atop a halfpipe, leaning back and looking up at the dark sky when the two of you arrived you had pulled out your speaker and turned it on.

You had songs you would usually play around the boys but because the two of you were alone together and the vibes were pretty chill you picked one of your more personal playlists to play. Most if not all the songs were personal or meant something personal to you, and usually were just played in private. But, you figured an empty park in the middle of the night with your boyfriend was private enough. He was also much too preoccupied to notice the lyrics, or so you figured.

He has noticed the songs were a bit more meaningful than what you usually played, and saw you looking out at nothing and softly singing along. He also noticed the pained look on your face as you sat there and let your mind race. Dropping his board and kicking off the ground, he made his way up to where you were sitting and hooked his board on the edge next to yours before sitting with you, your thighs pressed together,

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked you softly,

“He’s doing it again, Langa…” Langa sighed and looked down at his hands, ready to listen and offer any comfort you may need,

“I don’t… I don’t understand why she’s still with him. I don’t understand how she could possibly love him after what he’s done to her. I don’t think he’s ever done a single good thing for her and yet she still tortures herself by staying married to him.” You pulled one of your knees up to your chest and pressed your cheek against it.

You knew Langa had an amazing relationship with his father and that he made Langa’s childhood the best it possibly could. You also knew when you had met him he was still mourning his father’s death, fresh in Japan with his mother. So when he met you and you two started dating, you almost felt bad telling him about the shitbag you call a father, but he had insisted he wanted you to be able to talk to him about it.

At first, he assumed your dad had left you when you were little, to which you had let out a short chuckle and told him you almost wished that was the case. It would have been almost easier to deal with. But no, he had instead decided to make both you and your mother’s lives worse by breaking your mom’s heart, cheating on her left and right, and sending her envelopes of cash so she wouldn’t be able to complain about him and still provide for you. Worst of all she was still in love with him, even though the countless nights you had found her crying in her room after she thought you had fallen asleep. You often had found yourself crying in bed, too.

But, whenever you have a rough night at home you either sneak out and head to Langa’s house, where either you spend the night or you two sneak out to S. Or he would stay up with you on the phone and listen to you talk and rant or if you needed a distraction he would tell you stories about his life in Canada, an adventure with Reki, or even just about his day. He was an amazing support and you were very happy he was there for you.

“Maybe she’s putting herself through that in order to help you” Langa whispered out, mirroring your position and resting his cheek on his knee too.

“I’ve told her countless times before that we’re just fine on our own and she keeps relying on him! It hurts so bad to see her working herself to death and being in so much emotional pain all the time. She deserves so much more than that scumbag of a man and I don’t know how to get that through to her. Just thinking about him makes me so upset”

Langa saw the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes and pulled you into his side, scooting back to lean against the railing of the ramp. You laid your head on his shoulder and let the tears fall slowly, not having the energy to wipe them away. Langa rubbed comforting circles into your shoulder, keeping you held tightly against his side as you two looked up into the sky.

“I’m sure with your help she’ll be able to do better. You love her so much, and she’s willing to do anything for you. You guys are going to make it out of here, and I’ll be right here for the whole thing for whatever you need” He pressed a heartfelt kiss to the side of your head and wiped your tears away using his free hand, snatching a loose napkin from your bag and holding it to your nose to blow your nose.

You cried a bit more, Langa helping to keep you cleaned up and you ended up wrapped up in his arms and laying back against his chest as you two pointed out and made up constellations. After about the third yawn, Langa asked if you wanted to sleep at his place and you softly nodded your head, rubbing your tired eyes. The two of you skated back to his and he gave you some of his comfier clothes to wear before curling up under his covers and falling asleep together.

You knew that, no matter what, if anything happened Langa would be there to support you every step of the way, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

#tw: cheating #tw: cursing #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 langa #langa hasegawa #langa x reader #sk8 langa x reader #langa x you #langa x y/n #😖anonie

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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ask answering/updates

first of all, thank you 💘 second of all...

ok ok ok don’t get too excited, but I finally got the juice to start working on the next part of Fanatic 🖤 most of you guys will be like ‘who cares’ but i know some of you have been waiting for this for a while! it’s been what, 2 months?? hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying this *knocks on wood* also not to hype myself too much but it’s kinda bomb 😳 maybe this is just my sick bias but I’ve really been wanting to write about...aftermath iykwim haha. reader all scared & shy & trying to avoid him but yk he’s not going to leave her alone :P

I also figured out the ending to it will come back!! it wouldn’t be shiggy if it didn’t get dangerous 😈 also gonna be nice to write some eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head fuckery so our favorite handsy creep can finally get his dick wet with his beloved little nursey <3

here are some other vague ideas, some based on requests, some not. as always no promises!!

BNHA—pillage & plunder with fantasy AU warlord Bakugo (and his gang of ruffians?? hmm...)

BNHA—Overhaul makes you work off your daddy’s gambling debts the extra hard way uwu...also I have SO many ideas for Overhaul 😷 after I finish iwcb my next multi-part fic will probably be with him

BNHA—various things with reader as an aspiring villain set in the same universe as Caught in the Act: reader getting quarantined with shiggy & dabi...dabi getting mad at you after you keep fucking up...incel shiggy jacking it to his adorable protégée without her knowledge (a galaxy brain request from a very good buddy!!!!)

BNHA—ABO with alpha Hawks and omega reader in an elevator...and uh-oh, it’s stuck! and you’re going into heat! oh no, whatever will you do??

Haikyuu—you get stuck in a hole in a wall, good thing your dutiful boyfriend Kuroo is there to help you out ;)

Haikyuu—gangbang with Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo...a challenge bc I’ve never written a gangbang before!! will have to do some research 🧐

Haikyuu—your bf Atsumu does mean things when he’s jealous, like putting his hands up your skirt in public

KNY—Kokushibou decides to keep a shrine maiden as his cute little human pet 💜 actually already wrote pt. 1 but I’ll wait to post til I’m done with Fanatic

AxK—just some no good very bad yandere content with Dr. Midori...neglect play stuff...sensory deprivation stuff...icky icky

Gintama—something with Kamui. does this count as monsterfucking? very very rough...idk what exactly? some form of dastardly acts

thanks for the concern friends 💕💕 I’ve been preoccupied by things happening irl for the past few weeks, trying to educate myself, going to protests, etc.

also in case anyone else is confused, my stance is and always has been that Black lives matter and all cops are bastards. I’m not sure my porn blog is the right place to talk about this at length but if you’re a bootlicker, please smash that unfollow button and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. if you don’t already have a decently functioning moral compass you should not get anywhere near my writing...fr

learn more and get involved

omg thank you & yes yes a million times yes!!! hope you don’t mind commitment issues and student loan debt 💝👯‍♀️

the line between not hawksfucker and hawksfucker is very thin and very blurry, beware.....lol and thank you!!

the video you recommended...like damn!!! that’s exactly the vibe I feel like fratty Hawks x reader from be a little bad would be like if they had a happy ending eventually (start at 1:39)!!!!! “I didn’t make you do this” “I’m not accusing you of anything” it’s that exact dynamic. imo Hawks might be a little less willing to make things official and reader would prob have a hard time being straightforward enough to ask tho...hmmm

I did get several requests for a part 2! I’m thinking it over atm. I will say tho that most of my reqs have very slow turnaround so if I write it, it might be a while

ooh I love getting recommendations! here’s what I like:

fanfic: I read stuff like what I write (smut, kink, yandere, villains). at some point I’m going to make a long post of fic recs of my own! I also read fluff and character x character ship fic so interests are pretty broad

TV: humor, crime shows like Bones, Criminal Minds, Psych, that kind of thing. nothing too dark or complicated, nothing that requires too much investment. same goes for anime

movies: pretty much everything! lately I’m really into Howl’s Moving Castle and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

books: literary fiction. can I say I’m into dark academia if the only dark academia I’ve read is The Secret History? favorite books I’ve read semi-recently are TSH, All the Light We Cannot See, The Poisonwood Bible, and Discipline & Punish. currently reading Foucault’s History of Sexuality

music: idk man...all kinds of stuff. I listen based on vibe more than genre. all my spotify playlists are named things like “sunday” and “the power” and “[sparkle emoji]”. my artists on repeat are Hozier, The Weeknd, Kendrick, M.I.A., The Neighborhood (F I’m a basic bitch) but I’ll try anything once

jfc these two asks have given me so much hope 🥰😭💗 you know what? sooner or later I’m going to post Kamui x reader smut and it’s going to get 3 notes from the three of us liking it and that’s okay because I’ve thirsted over this man too long and too hard to go my entire life without reading over-indulgent reader-insert porn of him. yes the villain kink jumped out but DAMN!!! the man has ‘h*rny scumbag who lets his instincts rule him’ baked into both his DNA and his psyche, and I’m so here for it 😌

if you don’t know who Kamui is, do me a favor and watch gintama. yes there are like 400 episodes but it’s worth it. I will convert more bitches to the gintama thirst train if it costs me my life. Kamui was made to star in disrespectful breeding kink smut and this is a hill I will die on.

??? sure, if you can point me toward part 2 ????? lmao

I’m guessing you meant to ask for a pt 2 instead of pt 3? in which case, thanks for asking!! but tbh...for some reason I have a really hard time imagining what a pt 2 would look like, maybe because I wrote it 100% from Overhaul’s POV so it’s hard for me to define the reader’s feelings. I’m not saying it’ll never happen but 🤷‍♀️

HOWEVER if it’s Overhaul content in general you’re craving, you’re in luck!!! he’s a favorite of mine. legit he ticks so many of my boxes—villain kink? check. medical/scientist kink? check. yakuza kink? honey I’m weak. I’ll definitely be writing more for him in the future!

oh no! I checked it on my computer & on mobile and all of the links are working for me? are the links still broken for you guys?

anyway, here are the rules, here’s the short version of the request rules, and here is part 1 and part 2 of it will come back.

thank you to everyone who has sent kind words, everyone who replies to my writing, and everyone who posts thirst in the tags!!! I read that shit!!!! and it makes me fucking cry, I love you all

one more thing: several people have requested continuations to Sleepless, Sidekick, and Fanatic. on one hand, I’m so flattered that you guys want more!!! on the other hand, I actually already answered asks about pt. 2′s for those particular fics. before you request a continuation of anything, it’s probably a good idea to look up the name of the fic as a tag on my blog so you can check and see if anyone else had the same question 💖💖💖

#bunny talks #bnha #haikyuu #kny #gintama #AxK #about me #personal #recommendations #updates #yubitsume #bealittlebad #caughtintheact #itwillcomeback

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Psycho — Bae Joohyun

Irene really, really loves you. Too much, you begin to realize.

Warnings: Psychotic!Au, mentions of abuse, murder, language, and in general dark themes.

Word Count: 7k

January 16, 2020 — 9:45PM

She might as well have been a celebrity, as she was the key reason that this coffee shop got visitors. Her silky smooth skin, complimented by her sparkling eyes and perfect build was everything the masses needed to get up early in the mornings before work.

She couldn’t count all the numbers she had recieved in just the couple of months she had been employed at Velvets; the coffee shop that rested in the center of the city. It’s red and pink decor, followed by the hand crafted decorations from so many visitors in the past, was exactly where Bae Joohyun, more frequently referred to as Irene belonged.

She always had the same greeting. It was in the protocol, after all.

“Hello! Welcome to Velvet’s. How are you doing today?”

And today is no different. She always tries her best to look right at the customer as soon as she hears the familiar bell, indicating the door had opened, but her nail was chipping, and it was driving her nuts. She says her line, still fiddling before she realizes that it can’t be fixed until later.

“I’m so sorry! It’s been a long—“

And then she stops. She has seen a million people come and go to her place of work. Most of them found her beauty to be enchanting, but even the finest of them could barely make her blink. No matter how hard they tried to merge the conversation onto dinner, or what she was doing after her shift, her facial expression stayed the same—dull and unimpressed.

But you. You’re standing here in all of your glory, hair perfectly sculpted to your face. She loves this look on you. It’s the perfect color to compliment your perfect skin, and daring eyes as they swallow her whole. Usually, she did this to others, yet here you were, snatching her soul—seemingly without even trying.

“A long day.” She finally breaths out. Her heart is racing at a dangerous pace, and she knows she looks like a creep right now. Her dark eyes are trying to break you down, and bring you to your knees, but it’s not working.

“I understand that.” You giggle. You seem tired. The bags under your eyes are slight, but still drooped enough to which she can tell you’re either a student, or you work a nine to five. Regardless, you’re not always free. Your clothing is simple. Sweats, a hoodie, and some ugg boots to shield you from the cold weather. “Your nails are so cute, by the way.” You smile, and it’s calming. It’s not a full on cheese session, but that makes it even better. It’s simple, just as you seem to be.

“Don’t flatter me.” She begins, showing them to you in full form over the marble counter. “It’s chipped.”

“And still cute.” You assure, smoothly moving a sole finger across the nail. “Is it gel polish?” You question with an adorable head tilt. Absolutely priceless. You’re probably very good at getting what you want. You know exactly how to move, and lighten your voice to make people feel what you want them to feel.

“It is. You know—

“It stays on longer.” You finish for her.

“Exactly.” She can’t hold in her smile. Was her heart...warming? If so, that meant her cheeks were turning pink, which also meant that you could see clearly that you were doing it right. If you were flirting with her, you were doing it so well, and so respectfully.

“I’ll just take a hazelnut.” You breathe out. Your hands are in your pockets, and you’re shifting the weight from your toes to your heels repeatedly. You must be cold. When you’re cold, you get jittery it seems. That’s why you’re in here in the nick of time. You’re definitely in school. You probably just got out of class, and have a shit-ton of homework to finish. That’s why you need the coffee and that’s why you seem so exhausted; although you’re trying to hide it from her.

“Hazelnut!” She shouts, turning around and giving the ticket to the real worker in here. She doesn’t even look at him as reaches out to snatch it from her. “Is that your favorite?”

“The only coffee I will drink.” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You’re embarrassed. You probably feel somewhat uncultured, and childish for even saying that out loud.

“Have you ever tried another?” She says in a light tone, tilting her head just as you did a few minutes ago. Still, you’re unfazed. You actually close your eyes for a moment before snapping them back open.

“I have. I think it was roasted chestnut? Whatever it was it was not good at all.” And now you’re laughing. Your laugh—it’s beautiful. It’s not a subtle, shy chuckle that would indicate you don’t laugh often. You laugh all the time. She can’t tell if it’s a boyfriend that always has you geeked like this, or maybe your friends. Maybe, even your girlfriend, but that would break her heart too much.

“Well, coffee isn’t the only good thing here. We’re not Starbucks, but our frapachinos are pretty good.” Irene mentions, eyes flicking to the frap menu to the left of her. She lets the red sweater she spotted slip off her shoulder ever so slightly, and you’re looking at it. It was for a mere second, but she saw it.

“Here you go.” Josh—the chef of this shift interrupted, handing you your coffee quickly.

“That’s the fastest you’ve ever done that.” Irene seethes, shooting an annoyed look to her co-worker.

“Trying to close. No offense.” Josh nods to you, already starting the trials and tribulations that closing involved. He’s wetting a rag in preparation of wiping all of the counters down.

“Oh, none taken. I hate to be that customer that comes in late like this. I just have all this work to catch up on and I figured buying aderall from the guy who sits beside me in Psych wasn’t the best idea.”

Irene breaks into a fit of laughter. Truthfully, she wasn’t faking it. You were so funny. But she was also right. She hit the nail right on the head, actually. Josh couldn’t believe his ears as he had barely seen her smile a genuine cheese. Of course he stayed silent. “You’re funny!” She coughs out through her fit.

“Don’t flatter me.” You smile brightly. Your smile is so pretty, just like you. God, she was running through too many scenarios on how she could make you stay. “Thanks for this pleasing experience. Today sucked and I needed it so badly. Do you guys have like a manager or something? Or like a survey?”

She had never been asked this before. No one had ever cared to commend them on their excellent service and caffeine recovery program they had in place for the addicts. “Um...no. But what you can do is come back. To repay us.” She whispers the last part.

She needs your name. She just knows someone like you has the most goregeous name.

And the heavens answers her request. She already saw that you had a necklace hiding under your hoodie, but you’re pulling it out now. It’s a name; she just needs to know who it is.

“That necklace, I love it.” She leans over the counter, squinting to see the name. “Y/N.” She mumbles. “Is that your name?”

“It is.” You respond. “People say it’s stupid to wear your own name, but it’s comforting to me. Plus, I don’t have someone else’s name to wear so.”

So, you were single.

“Don’t get too discouraged. Someone could come and change that. Very soon, actually.” She purrs, and she finally does it. She’s getting in your head. You’re seeing her.

You leave, your walk mezmorizing her in ways that makes her tingle. She barely follows the procedures of cleaning, as all she wants to do is go home. She needs to know everything about you.

“Y/N L/N. Twenty four years old. Younger than me.”

It wasn’t that hard to find your all your social media. All public, minus your Facebook account. Your Twitter consists of retweets of memes that probably made you scream, and your own little comedy that your select friends liked as they felt obligated.

She can’t lie; she was expecting to see a tweet about her. Something about a beautiful girl in the coffee shop. But there was nothing. Not a peep. Then again, maybe this was a good sign. Maybe you liked to keep your loves private. She’s searching through your pictures, embellishing in the sight of you until something stops her scrolling.

It’s a picture of you, and another guy. His hair is black, but his features are far from plain. He’s not impressive to her, but she knows to you, he’s everything. He seems to be just your type.

It’s been two years, and yet, it feels like a thousand.

The caption is so short, yet so sweet and gentle. It’s telling a million stories with one sentence, and even she can tell there’s real love in the photo. On your side, at least. She feels sick now. He’s tagged on the photo.

Lee Taeyong. That’s his name. The first place she searches is his likes, where she knows she’ll find proof of him being a scumbag. The way you addressed your necklace; it’s almost as if it was a mere replacement for a previous. It was a somber, silent story.

A lot of his likes are filled with hip-hop. Viral dances, artist appreciation, funny memes just as you enjoyed. You two probably found love through a similar interest. She continues to scroll though, where she finds something that truly twists her stomach. A quote.

Do you ever wish you could turn back time? Fix a mistake? Go back to when everything was perfect? When you could hold her and she was yours? Because same.

He hurt you. She didn’t know what he did, but she knows he hurt you. Her first guess was cheating, and she was going to stick to it. Maybe your chill nature was because your walls were up so high. Maybe your intense laughter wasn’t because you laughed all the time, but instead because you hadn’t laughed in a while. And it was all his fault—fuck Lee Taeyong.

He works at a video game store. No—he owns an arcade to be exact. She was going to see him. She needed to observe him in person. See his vibe. In the mean time, she can follow you on Instagram. That’s not too weird, right?

January 17, 2020 — 7:30PM

“Welcome to T’s.” A dull voice speaks.

Although the lighting in the arcade is practically blinding—all the neon creating a cool atmosphere, their customer service is awful. Probably a telling to his personality if that’s the kind of people he hired.

She waited for a moment, waiting for more. How can they just assume she knows what she’s doing? What kind of place was this? It’s a Saturday afternoon, and it shows because people are everywhere. Kids are running around, and adults are talking trash to eachother as they bet money on who will win the car game. “Men.” She sighs. But with her sighs brings the man she’s looking for. He’s almost blending in with his all black clothing, but she knows it’s him. He’s hard to miss, but not because of his features. It’s because she hates him.

Her current outfit; a tight red dress and dangerous heels aren’t really arcade attire, but she doesn’t care. She clacks her way over to Taeyong, who is surrounded by many people. He must be popular. He definitely cheated on you. The girls around him were ridiculous. So much for missing you.

She knows approaching so quickly would be foolish. It wouldn’t make sense. She decides instead to creep around, wanting to know who these people are. As she gets closer, she can recognize almost all of them. Chungha—your seemingly bestfriend was here, some guy with his arm around her shoulder. The Johnny she had seen pop up on your feed a few times, the Ten, and lastly, the Momo. Momo also seems to have some unspoken feelings about you.

She could feel it in the way she comments under your pictures. You couldn’t notice her flirtatious nature, but it was there.

The most beautiful human in the world.

My favorite.

Can I be you?

More like—can I be with you?

“Excuse me.” Irene finally speaks, interupting their laughter. She was hoping they’d give her a dirty look, so she could have even more of a reason to turn you against them, but they don’t. They look at her in synch, smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up?” Johnny says, a dashing grin on his face. Another who thinks she’s too beautiful. Exactly how she felt about you. “Are you new around here?”

Chungha punches him in the shoulder promptly, clearly not a fan of his approach. Irene can see why she was your chosen best-friend. Then again, was she really your friend? I mean, all of these people were hanging around your ex boyfriend and the only person who wasn’t here is you?

“Sorry about that.” She apologizes. “Us pretty girls are hard to come by, and they get extremely thirsty.”

She’s funny, but not as funny as you.

“Oh it’s fine. I’m Irene.” She introduces, placing her frail hand out. It connects with Chungha’s, and it’s genuine. “He’s right. I am new here. I’m a tad overdressed, I see.”

“I’m not complaining.” Johnny adds, receiving a punch from Taeyong this time.

So, he’s somewhat of a woman supporter too. I mean, he didn’t have to stop him from his words, but he did.

“I’m Taeyong.” He sighs, but he doesn’t place his hand out. That’s odd. The glow of games is making all of them look nothing less of models, but that doesn’t mean she’s impressed. No one was better than you.

“You know, you’re allowed to touch a girl other than your family and Y/N.” Johnny jokes.

The mention of your name makes everything in Irene’s body spike. They were acknowledging you, even though you weren’t here, which means maybe you didn’t mind them being here without you. Or maybe you and Taeyong weren’t exactly broken up. Something complicated instead.

He doesn’t say anything, just squints at his friend in an evil manner.

“Y/N.” Irene interrupts, putting a hand on her chin. “I met someone with that name last night.” She says. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I work at Velvets, and this girl came in. She was wearing a necklace with that name.”

She watches for Taeyong’s reaction, and she gets what she wants. The mention of the cafe makes him almost flinch. Velvets must have been a place you two frequently visited together when you were dating. But then again, why did you seem so clueless about the menu? No, you weren’t. You mentioned you tried other coffee. It must have been with him. The way you laughed, it all makes sense now. You were thinking about him. A memory popped up.

She wants to ask if you were his ex, but that would be crossing the line. She had only known them for two minutes. It would seem too odd.

“Was she wearing sweat pants and a hoodie?” Momo questions now. Her hands are crossed over her chest, and Irene can’t read her. She doesn’t like that. Momo somewhat has her guard up.

“Yeah. I think she was.”

“That was definitely her. She’s been dressing like a complete bum lately.” Momo giggles now. If she didn’t already know this was her competition, she knows now. Momo is giggling just from thinking about you. You must make her laugh a lot. Irene doesn’t like her judgemental nature. You would be perfect in every state if she was a real one, but she’s not. So maybe she isn’t going to be a problem after all.

“You described her perfectly.” Irene seethes, quickly switching back to her normal state. The bright smile, and pink lip.

“How was she?” Taeyong questions. He still cares. She can see in in his eyes, but even if she was blind, it wouldn’t matter. His voice was so frail when talking about you.

“Oh brother.” Ten sighs

“I have a right to know.” Taeyong argues. He’s frustrated. He’s hot headed; at least when it comes to you.

“She seemed perfect to me. Laughing a lot, making jokes and stuff. I apologize if I’m out of place for this, but what’s going on? Is she okay?”

All of their faces seem to freeze for a mere second. They’re not uncomfortable with her question, but it seems like they’re wondering do they have permission to tell your buisness like that. They’re looking at Taeyong, presumably because it’s technically his buisness too.

Chungha is the first to speak. “She’s fine. These two,” she points to Taeyong, and then seemingly to thin air, “they broke up.”

Momo is oddly silent. She’s seemingly fuming, but no one is paying attention to her. That means none of these people know about her feelings for you. She’s been keeping it bottled up this entire time.

“Oh...sorry for asking.” Irene quickly scrambles, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I should’ve put that together by myself—

“It’s okay, beautiful.” Johnny places a hand on her shoulder, and she wants to slap the stupid grin off of his face, but he was going to be useful. He was stupid, and naive. One pull down of her panties, and he would tell her everything she needed to know. She moves into his touch, giggling just a tad.

The vibration of her phone distracts her, and she quickly searches for it in her Louis purse. You followed her back. One by one, you’re liking her pictures, and she can feel her heart beating hard through her little chest. Was her fairytale going to happen? Was she finally going to be able to fall in love again? God, she loved you already. Your sexy demeanor, your perfection. She needed you, and she would do anything to get it.

The bell of the shop dings, indicating that more people are walking in. From the way that they all freeze once again, she knows exactly who it is. She turns around and there you are. Her knees so badly want to get weak, but she controls herself. Today, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt. She can’t tell if you have shorts on under, but she hopes you doesn’t. The shirt is from some band you listen to, and you have white converse on your feet. High top.

Momo is the first to greet you. She practically jumps into your arms, and Irene notices the way you don’t seem to mind. Her brain is starting to shock her, jolting her anger to all the wrong places. She could fucking kill Momo right now. The two of you are spinning around, Momo’s legs around your waist and you inhaling her scent. Everyone else is looking at the scene with a soft smile—they’re so stupid. How can they not see?

Momo finally returns back to the floor, and now you’re looking at her. She quickly fixes herself up, so quick, that you don’t even notice.

“Irene?”

The way you say her name is causing her to pool. She wants to hear you say it for the rest of the night. She takes a deep breath, not hiding it this time before she strides to you, hugging you. She knows this won’t make you uncomfortable. You seem to be willing to catch some affection for people you like. When she feels your hands on her middle back, she inhales you. You smell like spring, even in the winter, and that’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. She allows her cheek to graze against yours ever so slightly, and your noses to touch before she backs away. She sees the way you bite your lip. No one can see you but her, and she likes the thrill. It’s dangerous.

“Johnny.” You sigh, walking past him without a look. You don’t like Johnny—that’s obvious. Was he possible the reason for you and Taeyong’s break-up? “My Tenny!” You screech, putting his face in your hands like a baby and kissing his cheek softly. You have a soft side. “Chungha~” You sing, embracing her tightly. Now it was the big reveal. Would you speak to Taeyong? Or would you two do the awkward stare.

He still loves you. It’s obvious in the way that the love practically pours out of his eyes, and his hands shake. “Y/N.” He whispers. It’s like no one else is in the room. You must have not seen any of them in a while, based on the way they stare at you admiringly.

“Hey.” You whisper back, slowly moving to hug him. He closes his eyes for a mere second, and it’s all over. Now you’re back beside Irene, who’s very pleased.

“Irene was just telling us that the two of you know eachother.” Johnny speaks. He’s trying to get back into your good graces. It’s so obvious it’s painful.

“Yeah.” You smile, but not at him. “I was at Velvets getting my usual, and then we met. Surprised to see you here though.” You’re looking at her now.

“What? Just because I’m in a dress means I can’t be a gamer?” She jokes, and everyone around laughs. Everyone but Momo.

“No. Momo wears dresses.” You say, slapping her thigh gently. Why do you keep touching her? She’s standing right here, looking good for you, and you’re flirting with Momo? “There’s just a lot of assholes in a place like this. You don’t seem to be interested in that.”

“Well, how about I prove you wrong? Loser has to buy the other coffee.” She prompts.

She hopes everyone else looks jealous. Especially Momo. Knowing you, even if you wanted to say no, you weren’t going to deny her.

“Any coffee?” You question with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything you want—that is, if you win.”

“I say we have a tournament.” Momo adds in. “I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve all been together lile this.”

Shut up, slut. God, Irene just wants to wrap her hands around her neck. She had to get you away from her as soon as possible.

“Sounds good to me.” You agree. “Is that cool with you?” You look back at her. You’re already hooked enough to have to ask permission when you had only known her for 24 hours.

“Does it matter if she is?” Johnny mentions.

“Johnny!” Chungha screeches. “Why are you being such a dick!”

“Don’t answer that.” Ten prompts, taking his friend by the hand and leading him outside.

“Anyways, that sounds like a great idea to me. Let’s roll!” Chungha yells in sorority fashion, and now all of you are going to where the fun is. There’s a million games to choose from, but it seems like you guys have a section you’re leading her to.

“As you can see, the games only get harder and harder from here.” You explain to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“So like, kids shouldn’t be going this far.” She giggles.

“Exactly. Consider yourself privileged.” You wink.

“Just because I’m short and cute does not mean I’m a child.”

“You’re going to have to prove that to me.”

You’re definitely flirting with her now. And to make it even better, more fiesty than she had expected it to be.

“What are you doing after this?” She flirts back, placing her hand on your back now.

“You’re taking me to get coffee.”

“Velvets will be closed.” She pouts.

“I didn’t say you had to take me to Velvets. They sell hazelnut coffee everywhere.”

“You really think you can beat me, can’t you?”

“No. I know I can.”

And you did. You beat the clean breaks off of her in every single thing. The whole tournament went to hell as you and Irene were completely in your own world. You ran from game to game like children.

You weren’t rude enough to not say goodbye, but it was quick. You knew exactly what was going to happen after tonight, and you needed it. It had been too long.

“You’re not coming over?” Is the last thing you hear right before you and Irene head out. It’s Momo again, and her eyes are sad as she seems to know exactly what’s going on. “We haven’t had the big sleepover in so long, and I cleaned my house.”

Irene is reading you like the open book you are, and you’re fighting it. You haven’t seen your friends in a while, and you want their attention. You love the fact that they miss you, and you miss them even more, but you don’t crave them like you’re craving her right now.

“I promise next weekend.” You try to plead.

“But I got drinks.”

“A promise is a promise.” Now your pinky is out. The way Momo seemingly gives up on her complaining shows that your promises held weight. She connects her pinky with yours, before lightly caressing your knuckles with her thumb. You don’t think anything if it, but Irene knows, and her eyes are burning holes into her skull.

As soon as the two of you reach the car, you’ve forgotten about the coffee.

With a slammed hand on the foggy window, Irene is in bliss.

“So much for that hazelnut coffee, huh?” She purrs, kissing you once more.

“You still owe me.” You giggle.

“You’re absolutely right.” She’s now crawling down your body, fully prepared to repay you for your victory. More like her victory. She had won, and it was easy. You were easy, and yet she still loved you. She would never let you go, and anybody who got in the way of you two being together forever will feel her wrath.

February 17, 2020 — 2:00PM

“Wait wait, so you’re telling me that I leave for two seconds, and Y/N and Irene are fucking?”

“Not just fucking—fucking dating.”

Johnny and Taeyong were catching up, just as brothers did. After being pulled out of the arcade by Ten, it had been decided that Johnny needed a break from his crew. There was clearly some animosity—rightfully so within the group, and a month break was much needed.

“I didn’t even know Y/N...”

“Exactly.” Taeyong finishes for him, taking an aggressive sip from his coffee. With the slam, some of it splattered on the table. He can’t help but think about how you would immediately clean it up as little things like that bothered you, if you were here that is.

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t understand how this happened so quick. I mean, think about how long it took me and Y/N to start dating. We talked for what felt like years before you guys pushed us to make it official.”

“You mean pushed you.” Johnny corrects, sipping his Americano with shade.

“Whatever. I just don’t like it. I mean, this Irene girl just shows up, and takes Y/N away that quick? That quick?”

“I mean, she is fine as hell. Are you saying you wouldn’t be down for that?”

“Can you not be gross for like two seconds?” Taeyong fumes.

“Shh.” The congregation of the library says in unison, causing him to throw his head down in shame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Month of meditation actually did something I can assure you.”

“I want to look into her.”

“As in, like stalk her? Do you really think you’ll find anything?”

“I don’t want to, but this all happened too coincidentally. I know you think I’m crazy,” a nervous habit formed as a little boy, Taeyong is scratching his elbow like a manic. His rash has appeared, and rash equaled bad news.

“Well, you know I’m on your side. You might be stupid and crazy, but as your best friend it’s my job to make sure you don’t do it alone.”

They weren’t alone, even when they thought they had found a secluded area. She was there, disguised as a typical college girl. She sported a bob that made her look extremely basic, and her ears heard every drip of that conversation. Of course, being the idiots that they were, a bathroom break included them leaving all their belongings on the table.

February 21, 2020 — 12:00AM

“Do I know you?” The blonde girl says in a low voice. She’s scared as she approaches her vehicle. She worked the late shift tonight, and deep down she knew it was a horrible idea, especially when her boyfriend was too drunk to come and get her.

“You don’t need the extra money—I got you, babe.”

But she ignored him.

“No, but I know you.”

“Did my boyfriend sleep with you? Because if you want revenge, I’m not the one you need to be speaking to.”

“What would make you think that?”

“Past trauma.”

“So he’s cheated before.”

“No, past trauma.” She doesn’t know why she’s entertaining this stranger. Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful. You can’t help but to trust her, even in such a suspicious predicament. I mean, she was leaning on her fucking car like she pays the note. “Are you an addict or something? I barely have anything for myself, okay? Maybe next week.”

“You’re Johnny’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I’m calling the police.”

But Irene snatches her phone from her, slamming it on the ground. The black gloves that cover her hands secure her non-existent finger prints, and the phone shatters.

“Literally what the fuck!” The blonde screams, but it doesn’t matter. They’re in a parking garage and there’s no one here to save her. She tries to run away, but Irene is just too quick. The knife that was behind her back connects to the back of her neck, and she haults.

“This is for your nosy fucking boyfriend, who believes that he can somehow find out about my past and make Y/N leave me. How foolish of him.” She chuckles, letting the blood trickle down her arm.

She’s crying and screaming, but as stated, it’s irrevlant. Irene 2 — Johnny 0.

February 18, 2020 — 9:00AM

“I just...I just can’t believe it. I told her not to work that stupid fucking shift.”

“It’s not your fault, Johnny.”

“Yes it is. If I wouldn’t have been drunk out of my ass, I could’ve saved her somehow—I don’t know. But now she’s gone. I loved her. I loved her so damn much and I was finally pulling it together because of her.”

The rest of you sit on the couch, struggling to find the proper words for such a tragedy. Johnny is sobbing into his hands now, while Ten is rubbing his back gently. Taeyong is off to the side staring into space. You’re familiar with this look. He was thinking heavily about something, but you obviously would never find out what it was. Chungha is sitting on your right, rocking back and forth. Her nails are chopping at her fingers—a clear sign of her fearfulness. Similar to Taeyong, Momo is silent. You expected her eyes to be on you in search of some answers, or silent suspicions, but she refuses.

Finally, Irene is beside you to the left. You didn’t know Johnny’s lover that well, but you knew she was a decent girl. She didn’t deserve this, and you couldn’t even imagine what would it would feel like to lose someone you loved. Anyone sitting in this room. Her frail hand is locked on your elbow while her thumb is trying to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers. Her lips find your shoulder in something sweet and comforting. “Who would do something like this? Did she have an ex boyfriend?”

It takes a minute for Johnny to find a response.

“She did tell me about some guy who began to get a little possessive, so she broke it off. But she never mentioned him coming back.”

“Maybe it was him.” Irene says quietly. You can tell she’s trying not to say too much, as she hadn’t been hanging with the crew for too long. You’re grateful that she’s here for you.

“Let’s just let the police do their job.” Momo finally speaks, standing up from the loveseat she sat on alone. Something is wrong with her, but you’d have to figure that out later.

“Let’s order some food.” You decide, standing up as well. “I know you might now want to eat right now, but it’ll clear you head even if just a little bit. We are all under a lot of stress right now.”

“I agree, babe.” Irene commends, smiling at you sadly.

“Alright.” Johnny sighs. He also rises, but he goes straight into the back of his apartment instead. None of you were worried about him hurting himself. You knew he needed time to let his emotions out, as he was constantly trying to be society’s definition of a man.

Your phone vibrates, and it’s Irene who’s hitting you up.

I think you should check on Momo. Was she friends with her? She just seems really upset and I know how close you two are.

You have to contain the smile that wants to come out for the sake of the situation, but she was so perfect. She didn’t get jealous about anything. And she was so in love with you. It had been too long since you could confidently admit that this wasn’t a one-sided situation.

Your feet are approaching the kitchen softly, trying not to make such a scene. Momo is leaned over the counter at first, but when she sees you she tries to straighten up.

“Hey.” She whispers, preparing for eavesdropping.

“Hey.” You say back.

Why was this so awkward? It was never like this before.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

Which means she’s not. You see her observing your current outfit—yoga pants with a shirt she had bought you years ago covering your body.

“Do you want to talk later?” You offer, putting a tiny smirk on your face remembering that usually made her feel better.

“I think that would be good, actually. I don’t know if we’ll have the time, but maybe when everyone’s asleep?”

“The best thing I’ve heard all day.” You open your arms out, and you know she won’t deny you. She lets out what seems to be all the stress from her week as she lets you engulf her. It had been so long since the two of you were close like this. On your nights where you couldn’t sleep from past thoughts, it was Momo who would come over and hold you until you could.

“I’ve missed you.” She mumbles into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t been exactly here as much.”

“Irene...I know.” She pulls away at the mention of her name, and it’s odd timing. “Let me just ask you something— as one of your best friends?”

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t you think the two of you are moving a little fast? I mean, we saw the girl for the first time a month ago, and now you’re all committed and in love with her. I’m just concerned.”

She made several points. It wasn’t that you made people wait for you in the past. This whole scenario was just too quick, especially since you had just gotten out of a relationship not too long ago.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not over Taeyong?”

“No.” She’s confident in her answer. “I don’t want you to be with him anyway. He cheated on and is a fat jerk.”

You snort at her last two words, and she’s punching your shoulder lightly even though she’s laughing as well.

“You’re so negative minded.”

“Continue.” You breath out, covering your mouth.

“I just feel like—

The door flies open, revealing Irene on the other side. “Sorry to interrupt, but have you ordered the pizza yet? We’re all starving.”

In reality, she wasn’t in the mood for food. Ten and Taeyong had went to the back to check on Johnny, and Chungha was using the bathroom. She had heard your whole exchange and to say she was pissed was an understatement. Why didn’t you try and defend her? You should have walked out of the room, and straight into her lap the minute the slut tried to question you on something she knew nothing about.

Both of you look like you’ve been caught, and she relishes in that. The fear that is in both of your eyes.

“Yeah I got you.”

That’s all you have to say to her? First, Momo was able to get you to open up that fast, when you hadn’t even revealed to her any details of you and Taeyong’s relationship.

“Or, you can order it if you want. Me and Y/N were just catching up I’m sorry to take her away.” The slut speaks. Her voice bleeds cockiness, even though her face is soft and sweet. She knows that Irene is mad. She’s enjoying it.

“Okay.” Is all Irene mumbles before going back to the living room.

“What was that about?” Momo is looking at you in confusion and fear. She had always had suspicions about Irene. She just seemed too nice—too willing to be everything you needed, when in reality she didn’t fit the role.

Momo had been in love with you since she met you. Your smile, the way you loved everyone no matter their differences, and your seemingly never ending talent of making her laugh. You were magical, but she was okay with being on the sideline. She had done it for two years straight while you were with Taeyong, and even during your nights of crying over she kept it to herself.

She knew keeping it to herself was only hurting her, but she was willing to be hurt for the sake of your happiness as you were happy with Taeyong. She could see how much the two of you loved eachother, and even after everything went down, she didn’t want to stop your journey of loving herself to have to figure out a way to reject her feelings nicely.

“Guess I’ll have to find out later.”

You seem frustrated as your leg is tapping up and down—even though you’re not sitting. Your breathing is getting faster and faster, and she knew this picture. This is exactly how you used to react when Taeyong made you upset, or neglected your feelings.

“Does she know what pizza you like?” She decides on, trying to pick your mood up with her bare hands as you were always able to do for her. She finds herself dancing slightly—her go to when she didn’t know what to do.

“I should probably go find out.” You smack her exposed stomach before walking back into the living room, where everyone has returned. Momo is behind you, and Irene is staring straight at the wall.

“The pizza should be here soon.” She whispers without removing her eyes.

“That’s goo—

By soon, even she didn’t seem to have meant this soon. The door is being knocked on quite aggressively, and all of you are looking at eachother trying to decide who’s going to answer.

“I’ll get it.” You step up. You were always the one in the group who would rise to the things you knew they were scared to do. Before you can even put your hand on the knob though, the banging is coming again, this time even louder. “I’m coming!” You spit full of attitude, and at the same time, everyone but Irene is rising to the occasion to stand by your side. You would always protect eachother—even from the pizza man. Johnny steps infront of you, opening the door himself.

It’s the police, and they don’t look happy.

“Are you Johnny Suh?” The chubby officer questions.

“Uh—yes.” He stutters. “The police said I wasn’t getting questioned until tomorrow.”

“Oh cut the crap.” The other offer says. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Cierra Valdez.” He rips the handcuffs from his belt, and he’s trying to turn Johnny around, but Johnny will never go down without a fight.

“What are you talking about!”

“Get off of him!” You yell, immediately trying to pull him in your direction. Everyone else follows, together more powerful than the police. Johnny is out of their grasp for just a few moments before a gun is pointed towards all of you.

“Drop your hands now!”

“You’re not gonna fucking shoot us!” Taeyong screams. It was the most passion Irene had heard come from his lips, and she was quite entertained. She was entertained by all of this. If you wouldn’t have been letting Momo flirt with you, she would’ve gotten up to shield you, but you didn’t, which is why she’s sitting on the couch in fake shock.

“Y/N get over here!” She yells. She doesn’t even have to wipe the sly smirk off her face as nobody is looking at her.

But you ignore her.

“I didn’t kill her!” Johnny is crying all over again, his whole face soaked in tears. “I loved her. Why would I kill her?”

“Anything you do or say will be held against you.” The Miranda rights are flowing out of the officer like he does this all the time, and now they’re dragging him out. His back is scratching on the cement.

“Y’all have to help me!” Johnny screeches. The whole apartment complex can hear what’s going on, and it’s killing him inside. He didn’t kill the love of his life. He didn’t. “I loved her.” He cried once more. “I fucking loved her!”

Continued

#red velvet #red velvet irene #kpop #lgbt kpop #kpop imagine #red velvet imagine #irene imagine #nct #nct 127 #nct imagine #nct taeyong #nct johnny #kpop angst #irene scenarios #whew #nct scenario #nct angst #nct imagines #sm

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tothedarkdarkseas · 5 years

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Related to the topic of Stu with girls, do you have any headcanons regarding Stu's relationships before the band ( and Murdoc)? What was his longest lasting relationship? (I just like your little headcanons about Stu's love and social life. He's a nasty boi, but he's our boi....)

(Hey, thank you for sending them! I’m sorry I’m a little slow getting back, I always realize when discussing headcanons that there are things I think about less than I thought I did, haha. It’s a fun exercise to get some thoughts worked out.)

Full disclosure, there’s a part of me that wants to fully lean into Stu being a fuckboy/scumbag and never committing, but I don’t actually think that’s the case. Stu actually does seem to have a track record through canon of relationships, moreso than anyone in the band in fact– but this comes with the caveat that they are brief relationships, ones we often hear about once and then are dropped, or hear about anecdotally after they’ve broken up.

More or less I’d imagine that to be true of Stu before the band. I think he was popular in school, but he wasn’t necessarily the… er, the British equivalent of “the quarterback,” he wasn’t The King, he was just an attractive guy. He wasn’t openly mean enough to be a bully but the photo of him and his schoolmates certainly shows he wasn’t above the nastiness of schoolkids either. He was good with girls, and I think that made him more respected by other guys even if they weren’t all his mates necessarily. Stu strikes me as having a few friends and no enemies, save for jilted exes. I think Stu’s relationship history is the same as most dumb hot guys you knew in school– he wasn’t that bad of a guy, he wasn’t trying to be a heartbreaker or manipulate anyone, he didn’t have malicious intent (no more malicious than wanting to shag a lot and probably telling his mates about it)… but he was self-serving, he was immature, he certainly wasn’t a good boyfriend and he didn’t have much of a rebound period between relationships. I think year to year Stu would probably have 1-2 “serious” girlfriends, lasting a couple months to maybe over half a year, and the time in between would be peppered with casual hook-ups. After graduating, I can see him maybe dating his last girlfriend until his charm as a likable guy wore off and his spaciness, possible self-obsession, and lack of direction became a problem. From then on I think he’d start having better luck just chatting girls up around town or shagging slightly older girls back home from uni. I don’t think he had a steady girlfriend again until Paula, who ROTO confirms as knowing Stu from Norm’s– I think that’s so funny, how Stu probably hit on Paula consistently while she was trying to buy strings or something. The fact that she knew him before the accident feels bizarre, I feel like most of us tend to treat it like that isn’t the case? Which is understandable, honestly, the canon is so scattered and so little concrete detail is given about this, I don’t blame people for presenting it differently. It sort of feels like it’s wrong even knowing it isn’t.

Er, so I think Stu tends to be someone with under-1-year relationships to his name. I think if a girl wanted to be his girlfriend (and given they were well fit and nice to him and liked to skip class behind the bike shed and all) it wasn’t very hard to date him, I think Stu’s quite malleable and will generally move in the direction you nudge him. He isn’t hard to get at all or even hard to “tie down,” really. He’s just rather poor boyfriend material and he’d wear out quick. Stu was the kind of guy with big appeal when “hanging out” and casually dating more than in committed relationships. To his credit I don’t know that he’s a cheater so much as he’s just… to enforce gender binaries for a moment, the sort of teenage/early 20′s immature that girls stop finding charming quicker than some guys grow out of it. He isn’t mean, but he’s not very considerate and he’s extremely spacey; the man can get in his head, but when it comes to other people (especially when he was that young) he seems to have little attention span. He constantly smells of several day old smoke and clearly isn’t showering as much as she’d like, largely because he knows he’s good-looking enough to pull the dirty hair off. He’d put his arm over a girlfriend’s shoulder out in public and put a hand on her breast, like just waiting in a queue with their friends and strangers there, and he doesn’t understand why she’s annoyed about it. That’s the vibe I get.

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A Promise Kept (OH/WT Crossover, Harper Emery & Ellen Thompson, Friendship)

As anticipated, my very first (official) crossover fanfic for the entry Friendship of the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic ❤️

As I was playing Wishful Thinking I had this crazy idea: I started picturing an Ellen Thompson & Harper Emery friendship. They’re about the same age, they’re both devoted and esteemed professionals (dealing with scumbags like Ellen’s boss and Declan Nash *cough cough*)...long story short a friend-ship canon started shaping. And that’s the result: hope you like it!

Disclaimer: The fic contains a reference to this previous work as well as a personal background and FC (Gugu Mbatha-Raw is not the perfect FC but I get Harper vibes) for Dr. Emery

Prompt: Friendship

Word Count: 1988

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @melodyofgraves @bhavf @begging-for-kamilah @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco

Harper Emery Tag: @bubblygothzombie @emeryharper @korrasamixfan @delphinusbae

If you like this, please consider a like, comment, and/or reblog.

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"Holy crap! How come I missed this?"

Aurora froze gaping at the box placed on her aunt's new desk. She stopped by to return her set of keys before starting her shift and found Harper unpacking her stuff in her new, well previous smaller yet comfortable office as "Head of Neurosurgery, Edenbrook Hospital". She had never been there before: she had only seen it during video calls but it was the first time she actually set foot there. There were a couple of boxes around filled with the little decor the place needed: her aunt's degrees, a few framed photos (graduation picture with beaming Dad, Grandpa and Nana; a rare shot of Harper and her mentor, Dr. Rabinovits, posing for the cameras and was that Alexander Evans, that former patient she heard of? Well, probably a family photo of the Evans wearing Santa hats), a small ebony sculpture, a painting of a Caribbean landscape and a set of wrist and hand stretchers. Books had already been organized over the shelves.

But that one...that was unexpected.

"What, Rory?" Harper asked, checking her bookcase.

Aurora's fingers grazed a frame before picking her up in her hands.

"You have been interviewed by Ellen Thompson? The Ellen Thompson?" she asked, showing the newspaper article that caught her attention.

Harper slowly diverted her eyes from her previous chore and let them linger a moment over the old article before moving closer and gently taking it from Rory's hands. A tiny smile filled with nostalgia formed on her lips: her younger self flashing an enigmatic smile to the camera casually sit on her desk was still in the dark of the tough challenges her career had in store for her. She was just happy, proud of herself; she was just forgetting for a moment the harsh reality of "that cruel science called neurosurgery", as Dr. Rabinovits put it. But the memory of that day was pleasant, comforting in a way.

"Yes, it was her last article she wrote before being promoted daytime anchor. I thought you knew? I'm pretty sure Nana has a copy of this, Marcus too probably..."

"Yeah probably...I must have missed it. I was too busy with college and my dissertation at the time probably..." Aurora considered. "But how?! I mean, I'm not trying to belittle your achievement, it's just...Ellen!"

"I know, I was surprised too at the time" Harper laughed softly.

"I bet!"

"I didn't think she would accept it. Because of bias, you know? She confessed that it had been quite a tough call for her, she's an incredibly talented professional and being accused of being biased is a capital sin in her field..."

"Biased? How could she be biased?" Aurora furrowed her brows, confused.

Harper took a pause and gave her an amused look.

"Because we're friends, Rory! Don't you remember?"

"You're friends??" Aurora gaped, plopping down on the sofa. "I really slept on this for years?"

"Well, we don't see each other as often as we once did now but we never truly drifted apart. And oh, you were probably too young to remember but she attended my graduation. Nana probably has pictures of that day...there was a small group of friends celebrating with us: you surely remember Bethany - she visited a few months ago, Nate, her college boyfriend, Ricardo, Alison, Elliott-"

"Oh I do remember Elliott! Your college sweetheart, dressed up to the nines and all googly eyes" the young Emery giggled.

"Glad you remember" Harper made a scene of rolling her eyes, smiling. "...and the most elegant of all was Ellen. That Ellen"

Aurora took a moment to reminisce the few memories she had of that day. Yes, probably...no surely! That girl in a gorgeous pink dress clinging her glass and chatting with Nana was Ellen. And...oh gosh, her younger self had even been so nosy to ask Ellen, that Ellen where she bought that dress because she wanted one just like hers. Luckily, Harper spoke again, saving Rory from the embarrassment of that moment.

"As I said we had somehow kept in touch over the years, against all odds. We were both so busy...her internships, her field jobs, my residency. But we managed to check on each other every now and then. Small things, even just a message in the voicemail or a quick call"

She smiled - a quick soft smile- and handed the framed article back to Aurora.

"When I became 'the youngest Head of Neurosurgery in the history of Massachusetts' she showed up at my door" she said, nodding behind her. "And announced that she was gonna interview me. It wasn't even up for debate, she would have signed that article"

"The hell with the friendship bias?" the niece asked, more and more involved in the story featuring two of her personal role model.

Harper smiled again, but it was a weaker one this time.

"Apparently so. She claimed that there were very good reasons to write it, even ethical reasons if you wish. She said that it was a story worth being told, that I could have inspired people out there, little girls in schools, things like that."

She sighed, shooking her head.

"Not sure I lived up to that inspirational role, but I tried, right?".

Aurora diverted her eyes: she knew what her aunt was referring to. She remembered the conversation they had the night before the hearing, their argument during the break of that hearing...and frowned.

The weight of the last few words lead to a brief silence, interrupted only by the sounds of steps along the corridor.

"Oh this must be Tanaka with Dr. Yannick. I asked them to stop by to sign those papers...excuse me, it won't be long"

That said, she hurried to meet the colleagues, leaving Aurora alone in her office.

The Emery girl absentmindedly eavesdropped the three of them discussing a surgical oncology procedure but she got lost in the surgical medicalese the doctors spoke. So her eyes fell on the article in her hands again. She started reading:

“A Promise Kept: Why You Should Know The Story Behind Edenbrook Hospital New Shining Star"

As some of you probably know, this will be my last article. Before you start getting sentimental about it, I do not regret it: I've spent so many years of my life typing behind a laptop and as much as they will always be an important, essential maybe, part of my life, I'm ready and eager for what comes next. You are going to hear my voice and see my face on your screen, brace yourself, dear readers.

I must confess that I was full of doubts about writing this article because I value ethics and professionalism. But I soon realized that ethics and professionalism are the main topics of this piece I'm writing and well, the very reason why this article should see the light of day.

So, for one last time, let me tell you a story.

More than a decade ago, I was a college student, an ambitious hard-working journalism major struggling over a research project. My professor asked the class to think outside the box and choose an issue we were not familiar with so that we were forced to document, do some real fact-checking and so on just like real reporters do. I spent hours in the library trying to find the perfect issue for a project I wanted to be A+, but nothing came. I was losing all hope when I noticed the notes of the girl sitting in front of me. They were complex anatomy schemes: she was a med student. Frustrated by my current situation, I did what I rarely do: ask for help. So I tapped her shoulder and asked her about controversial issues in the medical sphere she would like to see debated or brought in the spotlight. Just one, it was for a journalism project. The girl took her time to think about it then handed me a piece of paper with her answer:

Less than 19% of surgeons in this country are women and the percentage drops considerably if we consider specific specialties and women of color. It is a truth universally acknowledged yet publicly denied that women are still overlooked for surgical positions: the fair sex is emotional, tends to get to involved in the medical cases, not to mention potentially hysterical and suffering of that dangerous 'lack of refrain' so well known (?) to their male colleagues. They make better nurses than doctors and better GP than surgeons.

That was a promising start. I thanked the girl and wished her good luck with her upcoming exam. Actually, I saw that girl a few days later: she passed her exam with flying colors and was now standing by my side at a rally. We became friends and one night, the first night of our senior years we made a pinky promise: a solemn silly pinky promise not to give up no matter what obstacles we will have to face later in our careers. A solemn silly pinky promise to be one day the best journalist and best doctor we could ever be. For ourselves and the others out there.

Well, I'm glad and proud to announce that about fifteen years later, that mystery girl has become the youngest Head of Neurosurgeon in the history of Massachusetts. Daughter of an archeology professor and another legend in the surgical field, Eloise Emery, the Haitian born cardio surgeon who successfully performed the first domino heart transplant on pediatric patients at Mount Sinai Hospital, NY, in 1989, Harper Emery is already exceeding any reasonable expectation. Colleagues describe her as 'headstrong, devoted and passionate, a doctor who would go above and beyond for her patients' while prestigious medical magazines crowned her 'the most brilliant neurosurgeon of her generation”.

At first, I thought that I accepted to write this article because I know Harper Emery and I value and respect her dearly both as a friend and a professional. But that is not completely true.

I accepted to write this article because I know Harper Emery and I know that she will always keep her promise. She already did.

Good luck, Dr. Emery!

Author: Ellen Thompson

Aurora swallowed down the lump threatening to form in her throat: that was the aunt she knew and looked up to basically her whole life. An aunt she thought irremediably lost...but maybe she was wrong, after all. As that realization crossed her mind, her phone beeped. It was a message from...Dr. Trihn? It was a selfie of her new flatmates waiting for her at the cafeteria. They had already bought her a cappuccino and a saved her half donut. Oh right, 'roomies breakfast', she had almost forgotten. She cautiously placed the framed article on her aunt's desk and was about to exit the room when she almost bumped into Harper coming back to her office.

"Gotta roll?" she asked.

"Hm yeah. The new roomies want to grab a coffee together at the cafeteria...I suspect, no I'm afraid that is some kind of a 'shining happy people' ritual" Aurora sighed, hanging her head.

Her aunt chuckled at her reaction to a friendly gesture.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as it sounds." she teased then smiled. "Have fun, Rory!"

The Emery girl nodded, even though she wasn't fully convinced, and picked a set of keys out of her pocket.

"Oh here's the keys and...Aunt Harper? You should hang that article to the wall"

Dr. Emery threw her a quizzical look then joked:

"Because it was written by Ellen? It would certainly give me celebrity points to impress the poor souls visit-"

"No, Auntie, you got it all wrong. Hang it to inspire yourself"

Aurora flashed her a quick confident smile and left the room headed to the cafeteria as Harper met once again the fierce joyful gaze of her younger self smiling back at her behind the framed glass.

#choices july challenge #open heart #wishful thinking #harper emery #ellen thompson #playchoices #choices fanfic

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countessbatman · 5 years

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Batwoman 1x3 Review

What I liked

Rose's acting was much better this episode

Mary is still my favorite character! The way she ran up to that injured woman and helped her, I love everything about her.

The party scene was quite good and it managed to balance so many characters. It was a good scene. Kate looked nice.

Reagan was cute, and she had a nice meet cute with Kate

What I didn’t

Episodes feel like non sequitur like characters just forgot what they said or what happened in the previous episode. There was tension between Kate and Mary after Alice went after her. This episode they were fine. Also this episode Alice doesn’t care about Mary anymore?? Kate took Alice’s boyfriend, where is she keeping him? Why did she take him in the first place? They guy is a Crow and no one notices that he’s missing?? I’m not sure if this is setup for later episodes but it feels disconnected.

Bruce makes a gun that can shoot and possibly kill anyone wearing his Batsuit armor? The fact that it’s a gun and not some other disarming weapon is the really unbelievable part. Wow, it’s like no one has ever read a Batman comic.

There is so much Batman tech talk like I don’t care what she does or how she uses it that’s the least of my concerns. Also why do we still not know anything about Luke??? All they give him is boring tech exposition. I want to see them bond, I was to see them as friends, anything.

I am so done with Sophie. If Sophie was a married man looking wistfully/jealously at his secret ex he didn’t tell his wife about he’d be a scumbag, but because it’s a woman everyone seems to be on board with shipping Sophie and Kate together. I am not here for this romance if she is too much of a coward to be with Kate then Kate deserves someone who isn’t. I am done with the wistful/jealous look and her asking about Kate’s life after the previous episode she told her to move on... I can not with this. I do not ship a married person, I don’t care whether they aren’t happy, going after someone. Also her husband seems to be a nice enough guy. No one forced Sophie to get married she’s an adult, she chose to get married and if she isn’t happy because she wasn’t being true to herself that’s her own fault. How is this supposed to be romantic??

What I’m confused about

So anyone can just break into Bruce’s office in Wayne Tower??? No security first Kate now Tommy.

Also how old is Bruce to be saving Elliot’s parents as Batman? Especially if they were friends I’m assuming around the same age? I’m trying to piece a timeline together.

When Alice saved Kate’s life it’s so shippy, I don’t know if the actresses just have that kind of chemistry But I am confused where all this romantic vibe is coming from??? Alice cups her face and gazes at her I’m like….

Also am I supposed to believe this crowd...

They’ve had years of Gotham villains ruining things and general spectacular nonsense (We know Riddler exists) like these people would be jaded and it’s not even a body it’s just a mannequin, like...??

Overall the different mistakes were made this episode, if this doesn’t improve by episode 5 I’m done.

#Batwoman #review

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BodyGuard Ch6

A/N: I would like to point out I am no expert on how the law works when it comes to pressing charges against domestic violence or in general and I am no expert about self-defense training. So please when reading this story try and keep that in mind.

When Felicity and Oliver arrived at the shelter, Felicity headed straight to her office, on her way she spotted Digg talking with Sara and Roy, the latter who looked at her in concern.

She saw Digg excuse himself. “Good, you’re here,” he said, approaching her. “Lance called, he wanted to remind you about making a suspect list.” “Right,” said Felicity, it wasn’t something she really needed reminding about with what happened the night before.

“I have something I need to go do,” Oliver said abruptly surprising them both. “You two can handle this.”

“Okay.” Felicity gave him an odd look. Here she thought she'd have to twist his arm to get him to leave her side with how he’d been constantly on her about her safety. “Good luck with whatever that is.” Oliver shared a look with Digg, silently telling him to look after their girl. Once Diggle nodded, he reached out squeezing Felicity’s shoulder. “I’ll be back.” Felicity watched him go with a furrowed brow before turning her eyes to Digg. “What do you suppose that was about?” “I’m sure, it’s nothing for you to be concerned about. Besides we have more important things to do than worry about what he’s up to at the moment.” Digg figured whatever Oliver was up to had to be important but if he wasn’t saying what he was doing it was for a reason. “Who do you think could have done this?” ”The amount of enemies I made with what we do is extensive.” Though Felicity would not change that. When she made the decision to help women just like her it was the most important decision she ever made. “Then we need to narrow it down,” Digg responded as they walked to her office. Felicity nodded her agreement. The chances of it being one of the ex's of the women in the shelter were high. "I received anonymous threats before but I never took them seriously." When they reached her office door she unlocked it and pushed it open, stepping inside. Digg followed, leveling her with his most judging, scolding look. “You don’t need to say it.” Felicity sighed, sitting behind her desk. “I’ll go through them, maybe they’ll help narrow the search down if I can find out who sent them.” “We should look into the most dangerous of the ex’s of the women here, the ones with the most possessive history. I believe those would be the ones more likely to be the one to attempt something like this.” Digg suggested, leaning against her desk. Felicity nodded. “I better get to work on narrowing this search down.” She pulled her keyboard to her, her fingers tapping away, bringing up names on the screen. “And while you’re doing that you can explain to me about these other threats you received that you neglected to tell me about and why.” Felicity looked up her eyes wide, noting the disapproving big brother look John was giving her. She pressed her lips tightly together in a look of contrition.

After leaving Felicity with Diggle, knowing she was safe with him Oliver got into contact with Gina’s mother as he left the shelter. “You're the man who was with Ms. Smoak, right?” Maria asked. “You are a part of the security team?” “Yes. I’m Ms. Smoak’s bodyguard. I was hoping you could tell me where I might find Gina’s boyfriend, Mike?” Maria had asked questions but he avoided them, but ultimately she told him what she knew, wanting more than anything for Mike to get what he deserved. Oliver agreed whole-heartedly and that was half the reason he found himself at Mike’s door. He rapped his fist on the door in quick succession, growing impatient as he waited for someone to answer. When no one did, he knocked his fist harder on the door. Finally after what seemed like forever to Oliver but could only be a few minutes the door was pulled open by a man, with unruly curls, tanned skin, a beard and brown eyes. “Michael Landon? The man’s expression was guarded and defiant at the same time. “Do I know you?” Just the vibe of the man gave him a bad feeling. Oliver liked to think he was a good judge of character and this guy, he already knew was bad but now even more so. "No, and you’re going to wish you never saw me.” He shoved his way past Mike, inside the man’s apartment. Mike turned around stunned. “What the hell man?!” Oliver turned, facing him, his jaw clenching. “Last night you attacked someone I care about.” Mike's eyes widened with recollection. “You're that blonde bitches boyfri-” Oliver's fist slammed into his jaw, sending him stumbling back his head snapping to the side. “Watch your mouth!” his eyes were alight with anger on Felicity’s behalf. Mike turned his head spitting out blood, his lip split, he chuckled, looking back up at Oliver. “I don’t know what that whor-” Oliver struck him again knocking him to the floor, he yanked Mike up right after, slamming him into the wall. “If I hear one more disrespectful word about her come out of your mouth, you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor.” He growled, shoving him against the wall again for good measure, making the back of Mike’ head knock into the wall. Mike glared. “I didn’t attack her.” Oliver felt a fresh wave of anger flow through him at the obvious lie. “Don’t lie to me, you put your hands on her when you confronted her at a diner last night.” His eyes darkened just remembering the mark on her wrist. “Did you follow her home?” “No.” Mike’s face twisted up into a sneer. “I only confronted her at the diner. I was just giving her a warning.” Oliver grabbed his arm, twisting him around and slamming him face first into the wall, wrenching his arm behind his back until he heard a sickening pop. Mike cried out in pain from his arm being forcefully dislocated. It felt like it was on fire the pain was so intense. “Consider this your one and only warning,” Oliver growled, his voice dropping, threatening, taking on a darker edge. “You go near her again and I promise you, a broken wrist would be the least of your worries.” Mike frowned, Oliver's dark tone had a sliver of fear creeping beneath his skin. “My wrist isn’t broken.” Oliver grabbed his wrist, applying the right amount of pressure with his strength, and Mike's wrist snapped like a weak twig, the bone breaking beneath his hand. Mike cried out in agony, pain shooting through his hand. Oliver released his hold on him, shoving him harshly away. “It is now.” Mike sunk to the floor against the wall, clutching his broken wrist, pain shooting up his entire arm from his dislocated shoulder to his broken wrist, it was so painful, agonizing. “Are you insane?!” Mike demanded. “You can’t go into someone's home and attack them!” Oliver expression darkened at the scumbag's audacity. “But you can beat your girlfriend?” Mike clenched his jaw, glaring at that. Oliver crouched down in front of him, looming over him. “Speaking of your girlfriend you’re going to stay away from her, too. I hate to have to come back here to get my point across on how deadly serious I am about this.” he looked at him in disgust before straightening up and walking to the door and pausing. “One more thing, I wouldn’t go to the police about what just happened. You’ll only make things worse on yourself.” Oliver leveled him with a hard stare, one that had Mike recoiling away. Oliver shook his head, feeling disgusted just looking at the man and quickly walked out before he did something worse than break the bastard's hand.

Digg arched an eyebrow at Felicity. Waiting. “Well?” “Death threats with my job is common.” Felicity dismissed, focusing her attention on going through her computer files. Digg sighed, pushing off her desk and stared her down. “Felicity. This isn’t something you can just dismiss. You can’t be so caliver with your safety or the safety of the women who seek shelter here.” Felicity looked away from her computer screen, turning toward him in her chair. “If I thought for one second they were in danger I would have told you.” She said defensively, tension setting in her shoulders at the implication that she would ever put any of the women at the shelter in danger on purpose. “But not if you were the one in danger?” Digg challenged and shook his head. “You see, that doesn’t make any sense to me.” Felicity frowned, tilting her head at him. “This talk is reminding me about the talk I had with Oliver.” “And what talk is tha-” Digg stated but then cut himself off abruptly shooting her a pointed look, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Don’t change the subject, Felicity.” Felicity fell silent for a moment before admitting. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to protect me all the time.” She didn’t want to be a burden to the people around her. “I have never felt obligated to protect you,” Digg stated honestly. “I look out for you because you’re one of my closest friends Felicity. I’d take a bullet for you.” “You already did.” Felicity reminded, smiling faintly. “And I’d do it again if I had to,” Diggle vowed strongly. Felicity's lips pulled down into a frown, looking troubled. “I wouldn’t want you to though.” “Then it would be better if I was prepared for whatever comes our way.” Digg pointed out logically. “So I ask again what other threats have you received?” Felicity nodded to herself knowing he was right. It was always better to be prepared than not. She turned her chair back around opening the bottom drawer of her desk and reaching into the bottom, beneath some papers, she pulled out an unmarked folder. She held it for a moment before turning back around to Digg holding the folder out to him. “I categorized them, marked the date I received it and the name of who I thought sent them is on every note of a specific threat.” “At least that’s something to go on. “ Digg accepted the folder. Felicity sighed, she felt Digg’s disapproval and disappointment keenly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to worry. Not once has a threat ever been followed through on. Most are all bluster and empty threats.” “That may have been the case before last night but not any longer. You need to take every precaution there is.” Digg cautioned her. Death threats weren’t anything to take lightly. Felicity nodded, knowing there was no point in arguing, plus, she knew Digg was right. She was being irresponsible and not as smart as she should be. “Speaking of last night, you should have made a report on Gina’s ex. You even have a witness.” Digg pointed out while looking through the folder she’d given him. “It would have been the smart thing to do.” “I know you’re right. I guess at the time I wasn’t thinking straight.” Felicity admitted. “I was focused on you and Oliver not finding out about it and I wasn’t thinking about how pressing charges against him would have been better for myself and for Gina. It would hopefully keep him away.” Though she doubted it would be that easy. “You still can,” Digg said, closing the folder. “We’re going to see Lance when we’re done here. All we will need is for Jessie to come in and give his testimony.” And he had no doubt Jessie wouldn’t mind. Felicity nodded. “I’ll give him a call, see if he can meet us down at the station.” Digg’s eyes shown with approval. “Good.”

When Felicity and John arrived at the station Felicity took a moment on the steps to speak with Digg. “I thought Oliver was going to meet us here?” Felicity looked around in concern. “He sent me a text that he meet us here,” Digg assured her. Before Felicity could respond the familiar sound of Oliver’s motorbike filled the air, she turned and saw him pull up just outside of the station. Felicity turned catching sight of Oliver on his bike, watching as he climbed off it, removing his helmet and jogging up the steps to her and Digg. “Hey, sorry I’m late.” he apologized. Felicity eyed him curiously. “Where were you?” “I had something to take care of. A personal problem.” Oliver replied, keeping his answer short hoping she wouldn’t ask any more questions on the matter. Felicity nodded, not prying further though she was curious. After this morning she thought it best for her and Oliver not to cross any personal lines. Digg, however, narrowed his eyes in suspicion to which Oliver pointedly ignored. “Are you ready to see Lance? Did you narrow down the list.” “You can say that.” Diggle nodded. “We need to talk later.” “Why am I getting the impression that talk has everything to do with me and nothing else?” Felicity looked at them. "Cause it does," Digg responded. Felicity opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Jessie calling out her name as he jogged up to them. “Felicity, hey. You ready to do this?” Oliver looked at him, frowning in confusion. “To do what?” “Pressing charges against Gina’s ex for last night. Jessie’s here to give his statement as a witness.” Felicity rubbed at her wrist absentmindedly. “Good.” Oliver smiled. “That’s a good idea.” Felicity started walking up the steps, Oliver followed close behind, his hand instinctively going to her lower back as he walked with her. He paused at her side, pulling the door open for her and then held it open for Digg and Jessie as well, following them inside.

Lance looked up and saw them approaching, taking notice of Jessie. “Felicity, how are you doing?” he asked in concern after last nights events. “I’m fine.” at his dry look she admitted. “I’ve been better but I’m gonna be okay. I actually want to press charges against Mike for assault. Jessie,” she motioned to Jessie at her side. "he was a witness.” “It’s really good you're pressing charges. I’ll get the paperwork started right away.” Lance was going to enjoy bringing the bastard in. From the first day, Lance had met Felicity he felt this fierce wave of protectiveness toward her. He knew she was strong and survived her own demons but that only made him want to protect her more. Once Felicity and Lance were done with the proper paperwork to get the process against Mike going she sat down with him, giving her list of suspects and what she knew about them, she also handed over all the threats she received that she hadn’t really taken seriously. Lance had not been silent about being disappointed that she hadn’t been taking this as serious as she should have. “You should increase your security. And you need someone guarding you at all times.” Felicity didn’t like the idea of full-time security, it made her feel like she wasn't strong enough to protect herself but Diggle responded before she could. “As the head of Security, I’ll be making sure that’s taken care of.” “Good,” Lance said gruffly, nodding. “I’ll sleep a little easier.” Felicity looked from Lance to Diggle than to Oliver than to Jessie. She sighed to herself the men in her life were going to drive her crazy with their need to protect her. She believed she was capable of protecting herself.

Felicity grunted as she hit the mat with a thud, she laid there for a moment, breathing heavily. “I can’t remember the last time I workout this hard.” Digg chuckled, reaching his hand out, helping her back to her feet. “Again.” “Can’t we take a break?” Felicity asked. When they got back to the shelter Digg had insisted on teaching her more self-defense, kicking her training up a notch. They had been training for a little over an hour which was a record for her. “5 minutes.” Diggle tone left no room for negotiation. “We can’t afford to go easy on this. You need to be prepared for whatever comes your way.” “I think we can all agree on that.” Oliver had been leaning in the doorway for the last ten minutes. “How long have you been there?” Felicity asked in surprise. “Long enough,” he pushed off the doorway, stepping further into the room. “I’ll be back.” Diggle chugged down half a bottle of water and wiped the accessed drops away. “I want to check in with Lyla.” He didn’t wait for a response passing by Oliver as he left. Felicity frowned after him, noticing that he seemed to leave her alone with Oliver a lot. She wondered what that was about. She turned her focus back on Oliver. “DId you decide to sit in and see me struggle with self-defense lessons.” “No, I’m here to help you learn,” Oliver said surprising her. “I thought you weren’t too comfortable with the prospect of training me.” She remembered Oliver saying that just a couple nights ago. In truth, he wasn’t. He was becoming increasingly aware that he cared for Felicity more than he should since she was his boss and friend but he couldn’t help it. Doing something that physical with her he didn’t know if it was possible for him to fight his instincts, his impulses when it came to her. But her safety was far more important to him than his own comfort and he was willing to risk it if it meant she would be safe. “Your safety is the most important thing.” Felicity's eyes widen slightly stunned by his words and it took her a moment to shake it off, ignoring the feeling she could feel building in her chest. A feeling of something deep and profound. Oliver moved closer to her and Felicity felt like the air thicken at his close proximity, the sexual tension becoming hard to ignore when they were alone, making them both more aware of the other’s presence, their every move, their every breath.

Digg had called a staff meeting with every member of the Shelter’s security rather they were on shift or not and they were all acquired to be there no exceptions. Except in Roy’s case and Slade’s situation, who were both working special cases and couldn’t be in attendance. Felicity started the meeting off by explaining the threats that she’d been receiving and the break-in into her home, stating that they were to increase security and not to take anything lightly. Because if they were bold enough to come for her at her house, they sure as hell would have no qualms about trying to attack the home base and from what she knew they were aware she was behind the protection of everyone. The one pulling the strings as it were. “I can’t believe someone would be stupid enough to try something like this.” Nyssa crossed her arms over her chest, clenching her jaw. Sara shifted restlessly on her feet. “I want to rip whoever it was apart.” The thought of anyone coming after her friend had her on edge. “Get in line.” Oliver told her, rolling his shoulders as he felt the tension setting in from just thinking about someone issuing threats directed at Felicity, “If anyone is going to be the first one to make them pay it’ll be me.” “This can’t go unanswered. We must make an example of whoever was behind this.” Nyssa stated, her tone sharp and angry. “And we will, however, the safety of every woman and child here is what is our first priority,” Digg stated Felicity nodded in full agreement. The women who came to the shelter with their children for help had to come first. “And Felicity,” Oliver added. Felicity turned her eyes to him, fighting off the urge to sigh. Diggle, however, nodded in agreement with Oliver. “And Felicity.” Felicity felt both flattered and frustrated with Oliver protectiveness toward her. “We will be tightening rounds, and Oliver, Lyla and I will be making a few calls to some service buddies on leave that are in starling. Perhaps they liked to lend a hand.” Diggle informed each of them, getting back on topic. “Secondly, we will be holding a mandatory self-defense class for all women. Sara, Nyssa, I’d like you two to spearhead the classes and teach them all they need to know to protect themselves should the occasion arise.” “What about Felicity's safety?” Sara questioned her voice laced in concern. “Someone should be protecting her at all times.” Felicity frowned, taking a step forward. “I am more than capable-” “That is already taken care of.” Digg interrupted Felicity answering Sara’s question. Felicity looked at him in surprise. “It is?” They hadn’t discussed any change in her security detail. “So who will be the lucky one to guard the boss?” Asked Sara. “Somone I know is perfect for the job” he answered. Sara looked to Oliver and saw the determined look in his eyes and knew it would be him. She nodded, looking satisfied with that plan. Felicity didn't think she needed more guarding. Oliver already guarded her throughout the day and the fact that she was currently staying with him. She didn’t need to be guarded every second of the day. Digg’s eyes settled on Felicity, knowing she wanted to argue. “Trust me on this. “ Felicity crossed her arms grumbling about the overprotective men in her life, making Sara snicker and Nyssa smile amused. Oliver stepped toward Felicity, his body nearly brushing against hers, surprising almost everyone with the unnecessary close proximity. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” He wanted to reach out and take her hand in his own but refrained from doing so. Just barely. “Not on my watch. I won’t let it. I won’t.” Felicity felt something deep and meaningful, an emotion she refused to name course through her at how strongly he sounded. Like he was making a vow to keep her safe not only to her but to himself. She tried to push the emotion away because damn could he make her feel something with his promises and intensity.

Digg, Oliver, and Felicity returned to her office once their meeting with the others was over, Felicity took a seat in her chair while Oliver and Diggle lingered in front of it. “You said you had my security covered?” Felicity asked looking to Diggle. “I hope you don’t mean yourself. I love you, Digg but I don’t want to keep you away from your wife and daughter all the time.” Diggle spent so much time at the shelter already and had even mentioned to her about wanting to spend more time with his family. Digg nodded with a knowing look. “I thought you would say something like that which is why Oliver will be the one who would be your personal security here on out until we take care of our current security problem.” Felicity coughed on air, caught off guard though she shouldn't have been. “Oliver, can’t watch over me every hour of the day.” She protested with wide eyes. “Why not?” Oliver threw out. “You’re already staying with me and I’ve been your guard since you hired me.” “Yeah but that’s different, it’s during work hours.” Spending the entire day and night with Oliver was daunting. She was already feeling things for him she knew she shouldn’t be feeling. She needed to keep things as professional as possible. Spending any more time together than they already were would be like testing how long she could hold out. “What about downtime? I’m sure you don’t want to spend every waking moment in my company.” “You’d be surprised,” Oliver said, his lips pulling up into a barely there smile. “You make it sound like a punishment. It’s not. I enjoy spending time with you.” Felicity felt her stomach flutter, feeling flustered as her cheeks heated. ”Oliver, I don’t want to be a problem for you.” “You could never be a problem,” Oliver said, his voice low and meaningful. “I want to protect you. I want to be there.” He looked at her intently. “Just let me do my job.” Felicity found herself giving into his unwavering gaze. “Okay.” Diggle cleared his throat, dragging their attention to him. “I’m still in the room, you know? You’re not alone.” Oliver rolled his eyes and Felicity blushed, her skin heated.

Diggle had gotten a call from Lance to meet up with him, having found another girl that was in need of help which left just Oliver to train Felicity. Felicity was nervous to begin training with Oliver alone, she was worried she was going to say or do something inappropriate. How in the hell was she supposed to work with Oliver every day if that happened? “Alright, so I think we should work on self-defense moves first then work our way slowly up to offensive moves.” Oliver began, trying to stay focus and not let his eyes linger on how the black yoga pants Felicity wore clung to her like a second skin or the sport's top she wore that bared her stomach to his gaze, her beautiful skin on display. He frowned however when he caught sight of a jagged scar along her abdomen and with what he now knew of her history he knew on some level that her abusive ex was the cause for the scar. He pushed the rising anger down, just thinking about how Felicity must have gotten it. “Digg’s already been teaching me self-defense.” Felicity interrupted his thoughts. “He’s been teaching you the basics so you can get away but sometimes you can’t always escape,” Oliver said in a matter of fact tone. “And I want to know that when you can’t you’re going to be okay.” Felicity was touched by his words but shook it off, not wanting Oliver to see the effect he had on her. It was something she needed to put a stop to if it was even possible at this point. “Okay, then let’s get started,” Felicity said, wanting to get down to business. “Okay so the first thing, turn around.” Oliver made a motion with his hand for her to turn. Felicity gave him a confused look but did as he said, turning around her back to him. “What now?” She felt Oliver come up close behind her, her heart beat harder in her chest in a result, she sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out slowly, trying not to be affected by his nearness. “Now, I’m going to grab you from behind and you’re going to flip me over,” Oliver said from behind her his breath brushing against the skin of her neck. “By using your own momentum against you?” Felicity asked, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder at him. “Exactly,” Oliver said in approval. “Alright so when I grab you, you’re going to reached up grab my arm and lean forward and with all your strength I want you to pull me forward and then roll me off your hip, with the right momentum and speed it will send me crashing to the floor on my back, do not let go until I hit the ground,” Oliver explained in detail. “Do you understand?” Felicity hummed in understanding, nodding. It sounded simple enough. Oliver grab her, his arms wrapping around her and Felicity froze at first but then she felt Oliver’s arms tightened around her. She moved, leaning forward and did her best to flip him over as he had explained but fumbled, losing her balance she fell to the side. Oliver twisted them around, turning his body with Felicity in his arms just in time for him to take the brunt of the fall, he grunted his arms falling away from her. Felicity looked at him, her body pressing into every hard plane of his, she swallowed, and quickly pushed off him, her cheeks heating as she stared down at him. “Are you alright?” she asked, concerned. Oliver pushed back to his feet. “You hesitated. Let’s try this again.” “Right away?” Felicity asked she had been hoping for a break, some time to compose herself. “You have to be prepared.” Oliver stepped back and motioned for her to turn around. “Again.” “Alright. Alright.” Felicity grumbled rolling her eyes. “No need to get demanding on me.” Oliver snorted as she turned back around. “Remember, You can’t hesitate.” He grabbed her from behind and this time Felicity did not hesitate, leaning forward, reaching behind her, grabbing his arm and pulled him forward, using his own body weight against him to roll him off her hip and flip him over her. Oliver hit the floor with a thud. Felicity released her hold on his arm, standing over him. “Huh? That was easier than I thought it would be.” Felicity extended her hand, offering to help pull him up, Oliver accepted, his hand wrapped around hers and he pulled himself to his feet, Felicity stumbled forward and her body brushed against him, he steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. Felicity swallowed, her face flushing as she looked down taking a step back. Oliver’s hands fell to his sides and he turned away from her, running a hand through his hair. After a moment he cleared his throat and turned back to her, all business. “Again.” “But I got it that time.” Felicity protested, lips pulling down into a frown. “Yes, and I want it to be second nature to you. Again.” He said, his eyes hardening over with steel. Felicity groaned. Oliver was an even harder trainer than Diggle. She honestly didn’t know how she was going to survive, especially with Oliver shirtless and sweaty, distracting her all the while. How in the hell was she supposed to stay focused?

After training with Oliver to the point of exhaustion, Felicity took a shower to rid herself of all the sweat, the hot water had felt amazing on her sore overworked muscles. She had almost been tempted to take a shower that had nothing to do with her overworked muscles. She swore to herself that from now on training with Oliver was going to be a last resort. She had returned to her work back in her office, working on writing a new code for a security program for one of her freelance jobs when a knock sounded on her office door. Oliver who was station outside of her office, opened the door, letting Sara inside. “Hey, I wanted to see if you wanted to get drinks after my shift? It’s been a while and I think you could use a night out with a friend.” “Actually, yeah, I’d like that.” With everything going on Felicity felt like she could use a drink. She had spent most of the day with Oliver training with him. His constant state of being shirtless and sweaty and in very close proximity had her flustered all day and don’t even get her started on how training went. She swore he was a harder trainer than Digg. “I don’t think that’s a good thing.” Oliver protested stepping forward. Honestly, he hated the idea. He didn’t want Felicity taking unnecessary risk. “For all, we know whoever broke into your home is watching you and are just waiting to catch you alone.” “She won’t be alone. She’ll be with me.” Sara argued. “Not a good idea.” Oliver didn’t think it would be the right time until everything was settled down and whoever was threatening Felicity was either behind bars, in a coma or six feet under whichever option kept Felicity the safest. “She’ll be fine. I would never let any harm come to her. “ Sara vowed. “I am right here and I can speak for myself,” Felicity said with an undertone of annoyance. “Oliver, I get that you’re looking out for me but I really would like to get drinks with Sara and that is what I’m going to do. I can take care of myself. It’s what you and Digg have started training me to do but even if I couldn’t I trust Sara with my safety.” “Felicity..” Oliver started. “I’ll be fine.” Felicity locked her gaze with his concerned one. “I promise. It’s just a few drinks. I’ll be back at your place before the night is over.” Oliver sighed after a moment, relenting knowing this was Felicity’s choice and not only was she capable of making her own decisions but it was her right, no matter how much he rather lock her away somewhere safe and secure to ensure she was never hurt. “Just be safe.” he pleaded. “Please.” “I will,” Felicity promised. Sara placed her hand on Oliver’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll have your girl back to you before you can miss her.” Oliver doubted that was possible, whenever Felicity wasn’t around he felt her absence. Sara found it very telling that he didn’t deny that he thought of Felicity’s as his girl or the way Felicity blushed.

Sara and Felicity were at Sara's favorite bar, throwing back shots. Okay, Felicity was having a few shots and Sara was only sipping at her second. Sara wanted to stay alert. “So what’s going on with you and Oliver?” Sara wondered, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. “Nothing,” Felicity said quickly, the question surprised her. “I doubt that,” said Sara unconvinced. “The way Oliver’s been looking at you lately, it’s like you’re all he can focus on.” “I don’t know what to tell you,” Felicity said, the quiet buzz she felt, made it easy to speak candidly. “There isn’t really anything going on. It obvious that he cares about me, I mean, he’s made that pretty clear but..” “But what?” Sara asked when Felicity trailed off. “He’s my employee and I’m his boss. Mixing you’re personal life with your business one can get so complicated.” No matter what she might feel for Oliver she couldn’t cross that line. “But sometimes those complications are worth it,” said Sara, her lips pulling into a soft smile. “I mean, look at me and Nyssa, we work together and we are together and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier with anyone else.” Felicity fell silent, thinking over what Sara said but after a beat, she asked. “You think Oliver and I are like you and Nyssa?” “I think you could be,” said Sara, she had seen Oliver and Felicity together and it was obvious there was a spark there that could burn bright if given the opportunity. “If that was something you wanted to give a chance. How do you feel about Oliver?” “I don’t know.” It wasn’t necessarily true, Felicity knew but there was a part of her that held herself back, the same part of her that noticed words going unsaid between Oliver and her all the time but still she couldn’t bring herself to do anything other than pull away whenever they had a moment or started to grow closer. “I think you do know but you just won’t admit it to yourself,” Sara responded knowingly. “I think you’re afraid to take a chance on him cause the last time you took a chance on someone he turned out to be a complete scumbag who shouldn’t have the right to breathe air.” Felicity looked away from Sara, her stomach twisting in knots. “But Oliver isn’t like that,” said Sara, waiting until Felicity turned back to her. “He’s a good guy and he cares about you. I think you should give him a chance or at least consider it.” Felicity felt emotion weigh on her chest but she couldn’t help but remember the last time she opened her heart to someone romantically. Cooper tore her down, made her feel like she was less of a person and didn’t deserve to be treated like a decent human being. He almost killed her. “I think it best Oliver and I keep things as professional as possible,” she said, her expression shuttered. Sara made a sound of disagreement but said nothing further on the subject. She wasn’t going to push the matter further. If she was right she had a feeling Felicity could only deny her feelings for so long before giving in. “I’m sorry to intrude but I was hoping to buy you a drink?” Felicity turned to see a raven-haired male had slid into the open seat next to her. Felicity thought he seemed harmless enough with his square jaw, green eyes but she wasn’t looking to be hit on, no matter how handsome the man might be. “That’s very kind of you, but no. I’m just trying to enjoy a night out with my friend.” “That’s perfectly okay.” The man smiled politely. “I’m sorry to have bothered you.” “No, bother,” Felicity assured him. “In case you change your mind, I’ll be at the end of the bar.” He stood moving to said end of the bar. Sara watch him go, her eyes narrowing as he waved the bartender down. “I don’t like him.” Felicity snorted. “You don’t even know him.” “Don’t need to. I have a sixth sense about these things.” And something about the guy gave Sara a bad feeling. Felicity frowned, turning to glance at the man at the other end of the bar, nursing a beer, he looked up, their gazes caught, he offered up a charming smile. Felicity returned it with a small one of her own before turning back to Sara. "I don’t see it. He seems harmless.” Sara clicked her tongue. “You just look for the good in people but that guy? I’m telling you he’s bad news.” Felicity shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not interested.” “Good,” Sara responded and waved down the bartender ordering them two more shots however they left the bar shortly after.

“You know you don’t have to walk me to the door,” Felicity told Sara after she walked her to Oliver's doorstep after pulling up outside his place. “Of course I did. I’m sure Oliver would be jumping down my throat otherwise, the man thinks he’s the only one who wants to protect you.” Sara rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. Felicity couldn’t argue there, she moved to open his apartment door but before she could it was swung open by a worried looking Oliver, however, he sighed in relief at the sight of her. “I was getting worried.” “No need to be.” Felicity smiled at Sara. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sara nodded. “Think about what I said," she said before turning to head back to her car. Oliver closed the door behind Felicity as she stepped inside. “What did Sara mean?” Felicity shrugged. “Nothing. She was just messing around.” Oliver nodded, following her further into his home. “Did you have a good time?” “I did.” Felicity nodded. “It’s was nice to get drinks with a friend.” She covered her mouth as she yawned. “Look it’s late, I was going to head to bed but we can talk more over breakfast.” “Okay,” Oliver nodded. “Hey, um, I know I was against you going out but I was just worried.” “I know.” Felicity's expression softened, her hand reached out and landed on his chest. “it might drive me crazy but I am grateful that you care.” Oliver glanced down at her hand then back at her as he lifted his hand and placed it over hers. “Still, I know I can be a little overbearing.” “A little?” Felicity couldn’t help but tease and Oliver gave a small surprised laugh. “Fine, maybe more than a little,” he conceded, fighting back a smile. Felicity shook her head and pulled her hand from beneath his. “Goodnight, Oliver.” She walked around him. “Good night.” he murmured, following her with his eyes. Felicity never saw the longing look in his eyes as she disappeared into her room, shutting the door behind her. There were times when Felicity would make Oliver laugh suddenly and it surprised him every time. She surprised him. He didn’t think she would ever stop surprising him and he found he didn’t want her to. The way she always surprised him was something he really enjoyed about her. She was unexpected and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Felicity had spent the morning, reviewing one of the cases of the sheltered women in case she missed something in her suspect list. Oliver and Digg were both stationed by her door. She shifted through her digital files on her computer, nothing was popping up until unexpectedly it did. When she came across a photo of a dark-haired man. The man staring back at her was familiar to her. An involuntarily gasped escaped her as her lips parted in surprise. Oliver aware of everything that she did was at her side in seconds. “What is it?” She stared at the picture of the man. He was the same man who had approached her the night before when she was out with Sara. Warning bells went off in her head with everything that was going on it couldn’t be a coincidence that he had approached her the night before. “I saw this man last night. He approach me when I was out with Sara last night.” Digg had moved to stand at her other side, both men looking at the picture of the man on screen. Flashing lights went off in her head like a warning with everything that was going on there was no way this was a mere coincidence. It couldn’t be. Felicity couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one who sent her the threat or maybe he was the one who tried to break into her home. If he was the one stalking her. Maybe last night was him playing some kind of mind game. Maybe all this boiled down to him. She looked at Diggle for a moment then Oliver, her eyes settling on his blue ones, the tension was coming off him in waves. “What if he’s the one who is behind everything?” Oliver’s jaw clenched. “Then Digg and I will take care of it.” He looked to Diggle and the larger man nodded. “Consider it done.” Felicity bit her bottom lip. While she suspected this man was behind everything she feared there might be something bigger at play. She felt like she was missing something and she needed to figure it out before disaster struck and someone got hurt.

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years

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SPN 8x18: “Freaks and Geeks”

THEN: Vampires and Krissy Chambers.

“I’ll Surely Die” by The Rubens.

I’m sure Aiden was excited as hell to be able to make out with Krissy for cover.

The freaking vamp messed up the car engine.

RIP vamp. Killed by Aidan.

“One down. Two to go.”

“Yeah. Um, Cas dinged you up pretty good.” Physically and emotionally.

I do love how both brothers are looking out for each other.

“Okay. I'll tell you what. Why don't I go get some, uh, herbal tea.”

“Okay.”

“And you can find some cowboy junkies on the dial.”

“Eat me, Dean.” *

“And you know what? We'll just talk it out...Good talk.”

I love it a lot less when Dean gets that attitude tho. Sam’s trying to help you, hon.

(*LMAO Sam. The way he says it is perfect and hilarious)

Dean recognized Krissy, but Sam didn’t?

“Sheriff, why do you think we're here? You just crossed streams with a federal investigation.Now, I suggest you cooperate, call off your A.P.B., or you're gonna find yourself in a world of hurt.” Huh, Bobby would be impressed with that attitude.

I’m 23 and look 17...Krissy could pass as 25 if she really sold it.

“I told you...I have a boyfriend.”

“Then how come I couldn't find him in your cellie?”

WHY WERE YOU GOING THROUGH HER PHONE.

“Right. And let me guess --he also lives in Canada?”

“You know, he does, actually. Oh. A small town called ‘kiss my ass.’”

pfft.

They have a good system built up.

“Hey, how about we start a new tradition, and before each job, we give each other good-luck kisses?” Anytime I think Aiden isn’t so annoying, I’m always proven wrong.

Josephine’s a good nurse.

They really can’t hear his genuine confusion.

RIP vamp. Killed by Josephine.

Lee was killed by a vamp. “I woke up one morning and found him dead.......his throat ripped out.”

“Well, look, I am sorry to rain on your parade, but you are way too young to be doing this.”

“You're never too young to kill monsters, especially the ones that kill your family.”

Good point.

Victor, their caretaker.

“Victor's helping us get revenge.”

“Yeah, well, I don't care what he is. He sucks.”

Dean’s right.

“Well, you know, so what?! Maybe it's time that people know the truth about what's really going bumpin the night.” OH NOO, people would freak the fuck out.

“Look, I don't need you to save me, Dean. I'm not a little kid anymore.” Ok, Edgelord.

It’s a lovely house tho.

Victor Rogers.

Eugh, I immediately get bad vibes just looking at him.

“Move on, but never forget.” What a weird ass motto.

“What, after -- after soccer practice and --and the bake sale,they, uh, chop vampires' heads off?” Is this like the Wayward Girls home? Except, this is worse.

“Somebody obviously dropped Garth on his head when he was a baby.” OK FUCK YOU.

DOUBLE FUCK YOU.

“These kids are the cream of the crop. They are the Beatles.” OK LET’S NOT BRING THEM INTO THIS EITHER.

“They'll be better hunters than any of us ever dreamed of.” Dude, you’re talking to the guys who saved the world. Fuck right off.

Sam spent the night there?

This would be cute if I didn’t know the real reason how they all came together.

“Me? Uh, no.”

“You want any?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

Sam would be a good father.

“You know what I realized, Sam, is that these kids, they don't have to live it the way we have.You know, crappy hotel rooms, always moving, no family, no life. It's not the only way.” But Sam and Dean now have a family and a stable home to go back to at the end of a case.

Jimmy Day, the vamp Josephine killed. Stand up guy, apparently.

“So, uh... this Jimmy Day guy, he -- he just grabbed you and took you to the hotel?”

“No. I-I came from work and was in the parking lot when this blue van pulled up. This guy with a hoodie asked me directions. That's all I remember, till I woke up tied to that bed.”

“And was hoodie there, too?”

“Just Jimmy, and he was crying, saying he was sorry and all. That he was sorry?At first I thought he was gonna kill me. But then he just... he just seemed scared.”

Victor found the vamp that killed Krissy’s dad.

“Wait, how do we know this is definitely her?” Debunk everything, Sam!!!

“Are you sure this is a video surveillance pic?”

“It’s her!”

Krissy didn’t even see the attack tho?? She only saw her dad’s body?

“Something's up. Victor says he has a surveillance photo of the vampire that killed Krissy's father. But, Dean...I'm not so sure.”

“Why’s that?”

“There’s no time stamp on it.”

Blue van’s back.

Conway Springs Lodge.

A fresh vamp.

Poor Sam. Another blow to the head.

Victor, you scumbag.

“I don't want to hurt you, Dean, but I will if you don't move.” Like you could.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because she's fresh made, a day or two. Her dad was killed months ago. This whole thing stinks. That vamp that we killed last night? Why was he swearing that he didn't do it?”

Use your brains, kids!!

“Look, last time I'm gonna ask you nicely. Take the damn guns off me, or somebody's gonna get hurt.”

“Big talk.”

Shut up, Aiden. And then promptly disarms his ass.

“She hasn't fed yet. We can reverse this if we find her maker and get his blood.”

“And why should we care about her?”

exCUSE ME.

“Like I said, hunting isn't always about killing.”

“Oh, please. Preach to some other choir. We're not buying it.”

Can I slap Aiden??

“Picture this. The kids arrive home victorious, only to find you dead in their living room. It seems that nest of vampires they were hunting were seeking revenge......and killed you. Thus, inspiring them to hunt even more.I'm sorry, Sam. I can't have anyone poisoning my kids' minds.”

Can I throat-punch Victor too, while we’re at it?

“I don't need to justify my actions to you or your self-righteous ass of a brother!” YOU DO IF YOU’RE KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE.

“We have to do what we can to survive. But I wouldn't expect you to understand.You're not a father.” Shove that card up your butt, Victor.

“You have to understand. I saw a way to make the future better. But to get there, I had to do something hard.” Oh yeah, I’m sure it was so h a r d for you.

“Don't you see? This is bigger than all of us. We have to learn to put things in perspective. Come with me. We can get past this.” Victor is goddamn delusional.

KRISSY SHOT THE VAMP RIGHT IN THE EYE, HOT DAMN.

This is for my dad...For Josephine’s family...For Aiden...For me.” A metaphorical shooting.

“So, we're just gonna let him live?”

“Yeah. All alone, with himself. No family. No friends. Ask me, that's not much of anything.”

That would’ve been punishment enough...

RIP Victor Rogers. Suicide.

Unnamed woman, our second person to be cured of vampirism.

“Look, I hate how we were put together, but...I can't deny that it feels right. And why should I let Victor ruin that, too?” Fair.

“So, what you're saying is that you like that boy over there and you want to stay?”

“What? Aiden? No. I mean... He's like my brother. It's nothing like that.”

Not sure I believe that.

“We all have a life and each other here.” Yeah! Now you got a sweet house to go with it too.

Garth! He’s just becoming a hunter-sitter for so many youngsters out there.

“Take care, Dean.” Awww.

Yeah. Goodbye, Dean.” Oh Aidan, when will you stop being a dumbass.

“Aiden. Listen, there's, uh, something I want to tell you about Krissy.”

“I know. I know. You'll kill me if I ever hurt her. Blah. Blah. Blah.”

“No, no. No. She'll kill you.”

Oh, absolutely.

“This is good.” It is good. I think they’re still doing fine together; at least, I like to think so. And now that we’ve got the Wayward Girls? I’d love to see the two groups meet.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x18 #freaks and geeks

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sparklingichigo · 4 years

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BEACH VACATION

Part 15 - Let’s go home~!

Turns out, today is the last day and it’s time to go home. Of course the human girls expect a peaceful morning but nope, chaos just have to happen.

Levi: GIVE ME BACK MY TSL FIGURE!

Mammon: Hey! I was just borrowing them for a bit

Levi: GIVE IT BACK YOU SCUMBAG DON’T YOU DARE SELL THEM!

Satan: [just woken up] What the f*ck?!

Levi: Satan! Help me get my tsl figure back!!!

Satan: [sigh] Why are you like this, like both of you-

Suddenly a harsh knock can be heard at the door. Both Levi and Mammon froze at this.

Ichigo: TONE IT DOWN! IT’S FIVE IN THE MORNING!!!

Levi: HE STOLE MY TSL FIGURE

Mammon: I SAID BORROW!!

Satan: GET OUT OF MY ROOM, MAMMON!

Levi: AND GIVE ME MY TSL FIGURE!

Ichigo: Don’t make me get, Lucifer!

Mammon: Okay! Okay! Geez!

Mammon gives Levi’s TSL figure back and gets out of the room seeing a pissed off Ichigo.

Ichigo: Seriously?! Five in the morning?!

Mammon: What?! I’m bored okay! So I decide to play with Levi and end up borrowing his TSL Figure

Levi: YOU F*CKIN STOLE IT!

Satan: SHUT UP!!

Ichigo facepalms at this, why is it that every single morning she has to face chaos. Even in school, at home, at house of lamentation, at Diavolo’s castle, frickin everywhere! Lord have mercy.

Lucifer: Is something the matter?

Ichigo and Mammon is shocked by Lucifer’s sudden appearance.

Mammon: Oh, it’s nothing [laughs nervously]

Ichigo: It’s fine, just more chaos in the morning

Lucifer: I see... oh I’m actually here to tell you that our check out is by four in the afternoon.

Ichigo: Alright then, I’ll inform the others

Lucifer: Please do

With that Ichigo returns to her room, this leaves Mammon outside of Levi’s room. Lucifer is probably questioning him but oh well. Meanwhile in Asmo and Solomon’s room, the diva is actually eavesdropping Levi’s and Mammon’s vibe as his boyfriend just tut at whatever he’s doing.

Solomon: Why are you even listening to that?

Asmo: Oh, I just need all the tea but turns out it’s just a small problem turned into chaos. You know what happens when an idiot, an otaku and a raging ball of chaos are in one room, don’t you^^

Solomon: [chuckles] we’re still calling him that?

Asmo: [shrugs] it suits him, but oh well, let’s cuddle some more. I’m not ready to get out yet

Solomon: Come here then^^

At the end, Asmo’s morning is spent cuddling in bed with his boyfriend. Back to Ichigo’s and Reika’s room. Of course Reika is still asleep because she’s not much of a morning person. This leaves the shower to Ichigo so she decides to get a shower and get dressed for the morning. But before she can even enter the shower she hears a knock at the door. Ichigo sighs as she opens the door finding Satan in front of it.

Ichigo: Reika is still asleep, come back later

Satan: Well I can accompany her sleep if she wants to.

Ichigo: [rolls her eyes] Fine, come in. I’ll be taking my shower, don’t walk in on me.

Satan: Geez, I won’t! Do I look like Asmo to you?!

Ichigo: Even Asmo knocks okay!

Satan: And it was one time! ONE time!

Ichigo: Let’s not have a second time

Satan: Yeah...

So Ichigo takes her shower while Satan accompanies Reika as she sleep. He lays on her side, holding her close. Of course Reika somehow feels this and blinks confusedly. She looks back and finds Satan behind her. Of course due to shock she ends up shouting.

Reika: AAAAAAA

Ichigo sighs and ask her via telepathy,

Ichigo: What happened?!

Reika: Why is Satan beside me?!

Ichigo: He got in this morning to accompany you!

Reika: But-

Ichigo: [sigh] just enjoy his company I’m showering

Solomon: Just enjoy it Reika, cuddling with your lover is fun^^

Reika: Still!

Solomon: .... uhm- should I come there?

Ichigo: Please don’t no one’s gonna open the door my dude-

Solomon: p o r t a l

Ichigo: f i n e

Back in real life, Reika is still screaming because she’s still shock by it. Satan roll his eyes.

Satan: Reika, it’s me, calm down

Reika: Can’t you just let me sleep in peace?!

Satan: Is this not peaceful enough? I’m literally beside you-

Reika: Just don’t appear out of no where like that!

Satan: technically I didn’t?

Reika: Still! I was just sleeping peacefully, listening to my music then you appear out of no where like that! What if you’re sleeping then Luci pops out of no where huh?!

Satan: I know, I know, I’m sorry-

Suddenly they hear a portal opening, it’s Solomon, yet again.

Reika: Oh thank God! Get him off me!

Satan: Excuse-

Solomon: [sigh] let her sleep

Solomon forcefully drags him off her with magic and transport him back to his room. So, Satan ends up landing on his bed, with Levi laughing at him.

Levi: ROFL What happened this time?

Satan: I got transported back by Solomon....

Levi: Why???

Satan: ... it’s embarrassing

Levi: ... Whatever normie....

Back in the human’s room, Solomon comforts Reika so she can get over the shock.

Solomon: There there, here have some tissues. Oh my Lord, your snot is everywhere! Disgusting!

Reika: Then get me some tissues! More of them!

Solomon decides to just give her the whole box. As Reika is blowing her nose, Ichigo has finished her shower and comes out in her bathrobe.

Ichigo: What happened, again?

Solomon: Well I yeeted Satan back to his room.

Ichigo instantly laughs at this, for the first time someone has the actual courage to yeet the demon of wrath, besides Lucifer, because Lucifer’s is his dad, but that’s not important now-

Solomon: Oh well, I’ll get back now, bye~

With that Solomon returns to his room through his portal, leaving the girls alone.

Ichigo: Well that was wild

Reika: Yeah....

After more relaxing and laying down, the time has finally struck 9. Guess who’s excited for breakfast, yep the one and only, Beel. Because he’s the first one who got there with him carrying Belphie. Everyone is staring at them, including the black creature that’s more sus than Solomon himself. Beel just ignores them and gets to his seat. The next one is Lucifer and Diavolo, Lucifer notices the black creatures, they are very similar to little D .

Lucifer: Did you invite the little D’s by chance?

Diavolo: No I didn’t? Oh my Lord! Did someone intrude my private beach?!

Lucifer: I don’t think so, but they’re suspicious

Diavolo: Let’s just hope the humans are okay, including Solomon.

Lucifer: Of course including Solomon.

After more of them come in it’s Asmo’s and Solomon’s turn. Solomon feels the stare from the black creatures and Asmo feels it too. Asmo decides to tell them off.

Asmo: What?! Is my boyfriend that desirable?! No! You are not allowed to have him, he’s mine! Back off! [hisses]

Solomon: Asmo, it’s okay.... calm down

Asmo keeps an eye on them before entering the breakfast hall. But it gets worse when Ichigo and Reika gets in, oh Lord, it just gets worse. The two of them feel the stare. Of course Ichigo probably thinks it’s because of her pink hair so she doesn’t mind while Reika who knew about them is very anxious. But for now nothing weird happens.

Diavolo: Did anything happen?

Reika: Nothing for now, sir. But they are staring at us, I think it’s because we’re humans.

Solomon: They stare at me too though.

Asmo: What’s with creatures and staring at my boyfriend and best friends?! Do they have a dead wish?!

Lucifer: Asmo, calm down. Let’s just eat our breakfast but do keep an eye on them just in case anything happens. I’ll create a shield for us just in case.

Diavolo: I’ll help too.

With that Diavolo and Lucifer make a very strong shield to protect everyone. Lucifer has his suspicions that it’s not a devil from devildom. He keeps on observing them, they do look like Little D’s but taller.

Lucifer: Diavolo, do you by chance know them? Do you have any information?

Diavolo: I do and I’m trying to contact Barbatos to find more information on their weaknesses and why are they staring at our humans. It might take some time though.

Mammon: If they ever touch the humans they’re gonna face the great mammon!

Lucifer: I doubt they’re lower demons, so it’s best to be careful.

As they eat breakfast, they feel more stares from the black creatures. Lucifer is more suspicious of this. Diavolo finally gets informations from Barbatos.

Diavolo: I think we should return a.s.a.p

Lucifer: I think so, it’s not save for the humans. Our shield won’t stand for long.

Meanwhile with the twins and Ichigo, Beel is staring sharply at them as they stare at Ichigo. This time Belphie is awake and very very confused.

Belphie: You guys okay? Beel, what are you staring at? Some food?

Beel: No, someone is after Ichigo and I can feel it.

Belphie: In a romantic way or the pact way?

Beel: Yes-

Ichigo: I hope the shield last long because I don’t think my magic is strong enough to fight them, heck I even doubt Solomon can do this alone.

Belphie: Well you got me and Beel, and Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.

Beel: We’re not strong enough, we’re the least stronger right?

Belphie: I know but I can lull them to sleep and the others can kill them.

Beel: I hope so....

Meanwhile with Asmo and Solomon, Asmo is very pissed at how they’re staring at Solomon. He knows his boyfriend is very very desirable but he notices that some of the black creatures are lusting for him! Not in this turf. He is this close to attack them in demon form until Solomon tells him no.

Solomon: Let’s not do that, Asmo. You might get hurt.

Asmo: Those girls are staring at you and I can’t take it! You know what, you ugly creatures! Solomon will only bed me and ONLY me! The most beautiful creature in this universe! So get your lust away from him you horndogs!

After eating breakfast, Diavolo who now has information about the black creatures are watching them closely, just in case they attack or anything.

Diavolo: I have found information about them, their levels are different, some are my level, some are yours, some are lower.

Lucifer: But still be careful, they might do something to us or to our humans.

Asmo: Oh I know one thing they’d do, they’re lusting on Solomon!

Lucifer: Asmo, it’s no time to be jealous.

Asmo: Still! I can smell their lust from here!

Suddenly one of them starts copying their features, one of them is the female demon who turns into Ichigo.

Beel: What the-

Belphie: wait wait! Their eyes are different! Ichigo’s eyes are purple! Their eyes are red, don’t be fooled!

Female demon: What are you talking about? It’s me Ichigo!

Belphie: then f*ckin use your pact!

Female demon: Oh! Then I command you to run around this room!

Belphie: Huh, not working! Beel, give me that knife! Let me stab her!

Beel: Belphie, let’s not-

Belphie: She’s trying to impersonate, Ichigo and we all know well Ichigo went to the toilet with Lucifer’s shield around her.

Beel: I have another idea, if you’re actually Ichigo try coming here and sit

The female demon dumbly does what Beel says and gets blown away by the shield. Lucifer looks back and find imitation Ichigo went flying across the room and turns into its actual self.

Lucifer: This is exactly like the little D’s but worse.... Diavolo, let’s check out a.s.a.p I don’t think it’s save anymore.

Diavolo: Alright, everyone pack your bags now. We’re checking out as soon as possible and we’ll go back to Devildom.

Everyone complies and return to their rooms to pack their bags. Unfortunately, there’s one impostor among them. The human girls are packing their bags and check if anything has left. Suddenly they hear a knock. Ichigo is a little anxious and peeks through the door-window and finds Lucifer in front of the door. Ichigo opens the door to let Lucifer in,

Ichigo: What do you need, Lucifer? Is something wrong?

Before getting her answer she gets knocked out instantly and “Lucifer” brings her out. Meanwhile the real Lucifer is checking on everyone. He checks on Mammon’s room, Levi’s room, the twin’s room, Solomon’s room and finally he’s here in Ichigo’s and Reika’s room, he knocks on the door. Of course Reika peeks through the door window again and opens it.

Lucifer: Are you guys ready? We’re leaving soon.

Reika: Oh I’m still checking on things, did you by chance see Ichigo anywhere?

Lucifer: Not that I.... Oh no.... Reika, come with me, bring Ichigo’s things too, I’ll help you carry them!

Reika: Okay!

With that Reika and Lucifer join the others. Beel is looking around and find Ichigo gone.

Beel: Where did Ichigo go?

Diavolo: ....

Lucifer: ....

Solomon: oh no...

Asmo: Oh my Diavolo....

Diavolo: Okay screw checking out! Let’s go find her, I’m sure she’s still around.

Luckily Levi notices a suspicious figure bringing Ichigo by his shoulder.

Levi: THERE SHE IS!

Mammon: I swear that guy!

Mammon turns into his demon form and flies down to take Ichigo back and so did Beel, Diavolo did too to help them.

Diavolo: Lucifer, protect the others! I’ll face them!

Lucifer: Okay!

Everyone turns into their demon form to protect Solomon and Reika.

Solomon: I have no choice but to summon Barbatos

Asmo: Do it!

Solomon: Okay... [closes his eyes] I summon thee demon of time, Barbatos!

Barbatos receives the call and appears in front of them.

Barbatos: Is there any need of assistance, Solomon?

Solomon: Yes! Help us fight these black creatures

Barbatos: [smirks] with pleasure

While they’re at it, another black creature pulls Reika from behind. Satan and Levi both tries to hold Reika down from getting away from them, luckily Barbatos is fast enough and defeats the black creature in seconds.

Barbatos: Are you okay?

Reika: ....My hair ;w;

Barbatos: Not important! We need to watch for another attack, can you still use your magic?

Reika: I think so...

Barbatos: Everyone, let’s create a circle just in case they attack from the front, the sides and from the back.

Lucifer: Do as he says!

Back down there, Diavolo and Mammon are still fighting the gigantic demon that takes Ichigo away, while Beel is trying to get Ichigo to a saver place.

Beel: Ichigo, come on, wake up! Don’t die on me yet! Use the pact, anything!

Diavolo: Beel, just get to safety! Hurry!!

Mammon: Just get that human to safety!

Beel ends up flying back to that level and gets in the middle of the circle.

Beel: What happened?

Belphie: Someone just attacked us, there might be another one.

Reika: Oh for f*ck sakes!

Reika splashes some water to Ichigo causing the pink haired girl to wake up.

Ichigo: Oh my God! What happened?!

Beel: ...the black creatures captured you

Solomon: Do you still have your magic?

Ichigo: I hope so....

Beel: Just tell us if you need any help.

Turns out the black creatures are quite smart, someone decides to attack from the top.

Solomon: Not on my watch!

Solomon creates a shield to protect them but it’s not that strong. It might break any second.

Solomon: Girls, help me!

Ichigo: On it!

Reika: Right!

The three of them ends up making a stronger shield but it broke anyway causing them to fall on their butt. Barbatos sigh and decides to create a shield for them.

Barbatos: Hope this helps.

Satan: Why are they so many?! Oh my Lord Diavolo, get away from them!

Satan shoots his green flame causing them to burn instantly but the other one is strong enough, luckily Lucifer is there to help him.

Reika: If there’s too much, let’s just create a portal and gets us to safety!

Solomon: I guess that could work but what about Lord Diavolo and Mammon?

Barbatos: I’ll help him, you guys go and create the portal!

Lucifer: I’ll help them too, hurry up and enter that portal, especially you Belphie and Beel!

Solomon creates the biggest portal he can ever make and lets everyone in, luckily the black creatures didn’t get in. Solomon hurriedly closes the portal. Everyone ends up landing on the bus. The flying demons are find but not Levi, poor Levi... boi lands on his head.

Levi: ouch....

Satan: You’ve been hanging out too much with Mammon, his stupidity is rubbing off on you

Levi: I expected my bed, okay?!

Solomon: Are you serious?

Asmo: My make up bag!!! Noooo!!!

Solomon: What happened?

Asmo: Did any of my perfumes broke?!

Solomon: uhm...

Asmo: Did they?!

Asmo opens his make up bag and luckily nothing happened. His perfumes are save, but one broke and it’s his favorite one.

Asmo: SOLOMOOOOOOON!!!

Solomon: It’s an emergency okay!

Asmo: [scoffs] Then buy me a new one!

Solomon: Okay okay... when we’re back okay!

Asmo: Deal!

Back at the hotel, Diavolo, Mammon, Lucifer and Barbatos are fighting the demon who caught Ichigo, luckily it was successful and it was now defeated but some of the demon’s are near the bus.

Solomon: Not again!! Can’t someone drive the bus?!

Reika: Anyone?!

Levi: The only good at driving is Mammon...

Yep the f*cked up, big time. This is why never leave the idiot of the group.

Levi: I have no choice everyone.

Levi creates a water bubble so they can be save.

Levi: Wait! Beel, you’re learning how to drive right?! Drive this bus!

Beel: Alright, alright!

Beel finally steps in and starts driving, it’s a little rusty since he’s still learning. It’s a whole chaos though. As they were getting away from the demons, suddenly a blue and golden flame appears out of no where burning the demons to crisps.

Levi: Oh my Diavolo, it’s them!

Satan: Whoa! Go Lord Diavolo!

Levi: GO GET THEM MAMMON!!

Apparently Mammon hears this and scoffs,

Mammon: Of course I’ll defeat them, the great Mammon always defeat them!

Levi: FOCUS YOU IDIOT!

Suddenly someone starts bumping to the bus, Levi looks back and finds a bull-like demon. Levi instantly gets out of the bus to fight him.

Levi: Not on my watch!

Levi summons his water sword to fight the bull demon.

Lucifer: Levi! Get inside, what are you doing?!

Levi: It’s no time for lecture! Help me!

At the end, Lucifer and Levi join forces to defeat the bull demon.

Lucifer: Fire and water, will it work?

Levi: There’s only one way to find out.

Lucifer summons his blue flamed sword and the two of them fight the bull demon, it’s quite chaotic because there are other black creatures coming for them, luckily a certain Green demon decides to join in, he creates a green fire circle surrounding them.

Satan: Ha, can’t passed the green flame can’t you?

Lucifer: Mind a little blue?

Lucifer creates a blue flame surrounding them, somehow burning them a bit.

Black Creature: Ouch! What the frick?!

Levi: This is WHY, never mess with the 7 lords of hell!

Satan: Ready Levi?

Levi: Ready!

With the double flame protecting them, they ended up defeating all of the black demon with a blue and green fire explosion featuring a tsunami by Levi. On the other side, Mammon, Barbatos and Diavolo are still fighting some of them. Of course, Barbatos being the time demon he uses his paused their movements and attack them while they’re paused. With that, all of the demons are defeated.

Diavolo: Ha... Finally...

Barbatos: I’m glad to help, my Lord.

Diavolo: Do you want a vacation too? You and purgatory hall?

Mammon: Hey! Don’t leave us out!

Diavolo: You’ve had your turn remember?

Solomon : [peaking from the bus] : Does that mean I got another vacation?!

Diavolo: [sigh]

Reika: Ugh, those demons just prevent me from swimming :(

Diavolo: You know what, you can swim at my castle’s pool.

Reika: Really? Yaaay!

Diavolo: Let’s just continue our vacation in my castle.

Barbatos: Oh, does that mean I have a day off too, my Lord?

Diavolo: Yes and I’ll invite purgatory hall too.

Ichigo: Yaaaay! Luke is coming!!!

Meanwhile somewhere outside, the black creatures finally gave up and return to their place, Diavolo notices this and noted. Another war may happen anytime soon.

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