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claire-starsword · 1 year ago

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The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 16

We continue Max's extreme luck with boats.

I am also teased with the existence of my Favorite Man but unfortunately, he does not join the team now, nor is he valid in this run. The neverending string of Adam Ls.

Once again there's nothing too interesting for the clear bonus. I do realize too late that I forgot to check the item shop in Waral, there's supposed to be something special there. I cannot go back now though until I solve the water problem here, so my bad.

The thing about this battle is that you can split up and face them on three fronts, including some very annoying narrow paths, or just rush through the center and ignore the side enemies or deal with them later. I want exp, but I have many squishy people, so I'll start from the center and see how it goes. There are, as usual, bats though, which should be approaching from the sides anyway.

Also, Domingo is not equipped with the ring he's supposed to be equipped with. I goofed up big time last part apparently. Hopefully we won't miss the extra movement.

Turn 1 is a bore fest with only a single bat approaching. Domingo can immediately go deal with it and hopefully distract it from frail targets.

lmao never mind. fellas love to ignore Domingo, poor thing.

Not a frail target though, so we're fine. This is just how Max's life goes.

The Worms however are doing a number on him. I do think they're valid targets for the Mermanbuster though.

Meanwhile Domingo left that first bat at 1 HP so Anri gets easy exp.

It is turn 4 and the bats are ignoring everyone so hard.

Domingo continues to have massive level ups, I didn't screenshot but he also got more defense, he's so good.

Unfortunately no amount of level ups can make these dogs less annoying.

On the other hand these things are indeed Mermanbusted.

We're now on annoying blocked positions. And if you ever thought "Oh the hounds are immune to fire so they must be weak to ice", tough luck, they seem to resist it despite again having no magic res marked on their stats. There is a clear attempt to nerf wizards in this second half of the game and, well, you'll see where that goes in the future! For now is more annoying than anything as Narsha is taking everything just fine.

Also Arthur redeems himself blasting this thing off the earth. I cheer briefly before realizing there's four more dogs in this map.

Because I'm annoyed at how much HP the dogs have, and the Skeletons tend to be tanks as well, I'm using Attack 2 on Narsha, Arthur and Max, as the position lined up nicely. Tao is also getting the buff, but I don't think she'll get to use it. Always funny if she does though.

She was supposed to Blaze a Skeleton to oblivion, because that's another way to deal with their tankiness, but I misclicked and ended her turn. Sorry woman.

Gong is also not having a great promotion debut.

And then Lowe gets really excited to one up him! That's a one shot, shame it doesn't give much exp at this point.

We're at turn 6 but I'm not too worried about the bonus, I'd rather train, so it's time to try baiting the side enemies with Domingo and other tanks. Tao also gets to finally deal with that Skeleton as intended, getting a level for the good work.

Turn 7 and everyone is baited by the trio of Domingo, Narsha and Max… Except that bat. I think these things are allergic to Domingo. You can see the dog did not ignore Domingo, this is flight AI thing or whatever. I'm calling it allergy. Or maybe a phobia. The enemies would be justified in having a phobia of Domingo.

A Skeleton survives Tao. This should be illegal >:(

Khris finishes it and unlike Lowe she gets a lot of exp from this enemy, levelling up.

Gong gets to redeem himself with some awesome damage.

This goddamn Skeleton refuses to be baited. I want to beat it up with Tao as she's pretty useless against the boss here, they're a mage so they resist any magic and have two hellhound with them. But Tao has no more Blaze 3 so she need someone to protect her, probably Gong, who can't tank the stronger enemies.

We're at turn 10 and haven't reached the boss yet, so that's it for the clear bonus. I really don't mind because the boss has to be done carefully (they have Freeze 2), and we're getting good exp. The worms were ridiculously easy thanks to the Mermanbuster (and Narsha getting a crit as strong as the Mermanbuster, the woman is really good with seafood), and Tao and Gong are finishing the annoying Skeleton.

The thing about this boss is that, as a mage, their defense is trash. Max can probably one hit them. But they're not in reach yet, and the dogs will block us as soon as they can. Their damage plus the mage's damage is a heavy blow to tank, but I think Max can do it as his magic res is 38% right now, pretty good (nothing compared to the 47% and 48% of Narsha and Anri though, I did not notice Anri was getting this good, turns out there's two goddesses of magic res).

Because the mage is easy to hit, doing away with the dogs seem like the best option. I'm unsure of how much damage we're gonna do, I'm not used to the damage of Supernova yet.

The damage is a whooping lot, that's how much. Perhaps it would have been possible to one hit the mage with this even with their resistance, Supernova is a bit weird with the resistances actually, but again, I prefer exp to the bonus today.

Not much to comment for the end, Max, Arthur and Domingo deal with the last dog while receiving heals from Narsha, Khris and Lowe. By the time only the mage is left things are easy. You can see here however what 60% magic res means, Anri cannot finish this fella at 5 HP. But surviving like that only means he gets one of the rarest deaths possible:

The Domingo slap.

Overall, a chill battle. There's a lot to do in town next time so I'll leave that for the next part.

Losses: 0 Deaths: 2

#shining force #ressurection of dark dragon #guardiana magic school run #long post #that domingo sprite is. soooo good for something you never wanna do

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lazuli-bloom · 4 years ago

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Roses and Styx

Chapter 1 - An Inconvenient Attachment

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 5365

Sure life wasn’t always easy, it had it’s ups and downs, but you were doing alright for yourself. Mostly. However when you find a strange sight while on your lunch break one autumn afternoon, your life gets all the more unusual.

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The sun beat down on you, unobstructed by a single cloud in the vibrant blue sky. A pleasant breeze wafted by, chilling the heat of the sun’s kiss. Summer was in its death throes, but stayed determined to linger as long as possible. It gave an odd contrast to the scenery. The blazing warmth of a summer sun illuminating the turning leaves and tombstones on that early October afternoon.

You sat on a stone bench enjoying your lunch in the quiet peace of the graveyard. Most people avoided visits to the cemetery, not wanting to keep the company of the dead. You, however, frequented it. With few visitors and lovely Gothic inspired architecture, the cemetery made a relaxing place for lunch breaks. Plus, it was only a short walk from your job.

While there were benches throughout the graveyard, your favorite spot was one off in the corner and closest to the gate. That day, however, there had been a funeral held in that corner of the cemetery. So as not to impose, you picked a different bench to occupy. You tried to not let your gaze stay fixed on the graveside service, but the task proved to be easier said than done. The funeral repeatedly pulled your attention back to it by partly virtue of being an event you’ve rarely seen.

Many people, dressed in black, all focused on one grave. Most of the figures standing there were adults, but among the crowd were children clinging onto parents. The group was too far to get a proper look at any of the mourners, but there was one that stuck out. A man, slightly broad in build, wore a peculiar striped suit with wide vertical bars in black and white. You noted the clothing choice as strange, but tried not to judge. Perhaps he wasn’t able to get a solid black suit on short notice.

The strange pattern of the suit made it easy to pick him out against the other mourners. He didn’t stay still. He moved around, seeming to want to get other’s attention only to be ignored. The man’s bizarre actions, coupled with the indifference of the crowd, were major reasons you kept glancing back to the funeral.

You shake your head and check your phone, almost two o’clock. Time to head back to work. You grab your trash and get up with a stretch. With one last glance back to the funeral, you find the striped suit man looking back your way. You pay him no mind and check your phone once more before heading to leave.

To wring the most time and relaxation out of your lunch, you amble back to the hardware store. You turn to the next street where brick shops sat side by side. On the corner was a shop with a rounded, sun-faded green awning stretched over most of the front facade. Your eye glanced over the printed “Rose Creek Hardware” in yellow letters for what must have been the millionth time.

The bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside. To your left an older mustached man stood behind the front counter. He wore a light blue button down under a green apron, both tight around his rounder stomach. He gave you a warm smile that you returned.

“Back from lunch already, Cass?”

“Yeah. It’s really nice out today, I can hardly believe it’s October already.”

“Hopefully, when I get the Halloween decorations up, it’ll give things a more autumn feel.”

“Can’t wait to see it, Mr. Turner! Oh, and is Sam still here? Or have they left already?”

“They’re still around. Sam was helping the new hire.”

You nod and make your way behind the counter to retrieve your apron. After you get the strings tied, you do a sweep of the store. You found Sam in the back corner pulling merchandise forward. They didn’t notice you straight away, so you softened your footsteps for your approach. You stayed at their back until they turned enough one way that you could slip around to their side and not get caught in Sam’s peripheral. Once close enough to the shelving yourself, you slap your hands down on a bare spot- “-Missed a spot!”

Sam seized up, grabbing the shelf for support. “Geez, dude! You trying to kill me?” A wide grin breaks across your face. You chuckle to yourself as Sam regained some composure. They took a breath, shot you a glare, and got back to work.

“Heard you were training the new guy.”

“Yeah, he left already.”

“What’s he like?”

“Eh. Kinda boring? White bread personified, if you ask me. Dude came in with a dress shirt and tie.”

You shrug and start helping pull forward items. While turning products to have labels front-facing you continue on with your conversation. “Sounds like all I’ll have left to talk to will be Mr. Turner.”

There was a pause in that moment, and a sting of sorrow poked at your heart. You do your best to smother the feeling and focus on your work. It’s better to cherish the moment. You force yourself to smile and keep your chat going.

“So, there was a funeral today-”

Sam groaned and rolled their eyes at you. “You went to that creepy graveyard again? How are you not haunted?”

“Hey! I told you, it’s close by and usually quiet. I enjoy taking my lunches there. Anyway, there was a funeral and one guy there was in a weird suit with black and white stripes. Kinda like the Hamburglar.”

“I swear. You’re a magnet for the weirdest shit. It’s all those shitty movies you watch that seep into your head. How the hell do you not get nightmares?”

You stay silent and look over the product in your hand as your mind wandered back to your most recent nightmare. Piercing blue dots masked in shadow, watching every move you made. You shake your head to dismiss the thought.

You huff out a small laugh. “Guess that stuff just doesn’t get to me.”

“Whatever. Just don’t let any of your weirdness rub off on my cat.”

You press your lips into a tight line and tap your finger against the pliers in hand. “You sure there isn’t anywhere else he can go?”

“Cassie, I already told you I checked.”

“I’m just worried. I don’t think this is a good idea. My apartment doesn’t allow pets.”

“It’s just for two weeks. I’ll pick him up on the sixteenth. Hell, that’s not even a full two weeks, just thirteen days. You’ll be fine.” Sam finished with their side of the aisle and took a step back. “When do you want me to drop him off?”

You breathe out through your nose and make a noise somewhere between a hum and a groan. “Seven should be alright. Donna’s always heads out to the bars on Saturdays, so it should be clear by then.”

“You need to lighten up and not worry so much. Maybe a cute roommate is exactly what you need.”

You don’t give a reply and go back to work. The two of you split off and start tackling other sections of the store. Time marched on, and all too soon, Sam’s last shift ended. Mr. Turner bid them a farewell with a handshake and handed Sam their last paycheck. You give them a small wave and focus back on your task. You knew full well you were going to see them later that night, so you didn’t see the point of having a drawn out goodbye right then.

Once Sam left, the rest of the day dragged on slower than a sloth on crutches. When there weren’t any customers needing help, you talked with Mr. Turner. It gave you something to do, sure, but time still crawled.

That day was one of the worst kinds you can have in retail. The kind that’s just slow enough you bored out of your mind, and peppered with enough customers that you couldn’t slack off and dick around on the store’s desktop. It’s like they coordinated to space themselves out to be the most annoying.

As grueling as it took to get there, five-thirty eventually rolled around. You and the boss took the last half hour to close the store. Sweep, wipe down the counters, count the till, all that good stuff. You were in the middle of dusting when Mr. Turner handed you an envelope. You thanked him and opened it to count the bills inside. Five whole Benjamins. With another thanks, you move the bills into your wallet and get back to dusting.

Once all finished, you headed out, followed by your boss. He locked the front door and walked with you around the side to the small parking lot. He hopped into his old pickup while you climbed into your little junker. The bucket of rust masquerading as a car was on its way out, but you planned on getting every mile out of it you could. Mr. Turner had driven off by the time you coaxed your car into starting. The car sputtered and hissed, but you got the clunker going.

The drive to your apartment complex was as mundane and silent as ever. Your only option for music was to sing it yourself, since the previous owner had beaten the hell out of the radio. CDs weren’t an option either as the owner before the last had stuffed the disc slot full of cookies. For what reason remained a mystery.

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel as you drove, watching familiar sites go by as you neared your apartment. Nicer well-kept buildings and streets slowly turned to the more rundown variety. The street grew more broken and in increasingly desperate need of repairs as you went.

Building after building, you passed by until finally it was time to turn off. You pull up to your complex’s parking lot, just as run down as the roads leading to it. Two buildings sat facing each other, both in contest for which one can be the most rundown. Your building nudged ahead of its twin with the recent addition of graffiti marring the exterior.

You park in your designated spot, managing to not bump up against the two cars encroaching on your space. You worm your way out without adding anymore dents to the black sedan, and head to the complex’s front door. Standing near the door with a cigarette between clawed yellowed fingers was a scrawny older woman with a perpetual sneer on her wrinkled face. Cold steel eyes narrowed at you as you dared to approach the harpy.

“Hi Donna. How are you?”

“Parker! Where’s the rest of your rent?”

You force a smile to mask the spike of irritation. This harpy is going to be the death of you. You clear your throat to help prevent your ire from bleeding out into your tone.

“Right here, Donna. I get my pay on Saturdays.”

“Not my problem. Rent is due in full on the first. Today is the third.”

“I tried paying you last Saturday, but you-”

“The first, you stupid child. Not Before. Not after.”

“Yes Donna, I know. I’m sorry, I needed to replace a flat tire an-.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just pay the rest of your rent and get out of my sight. You worthless leech, can’t even follow basic instructions.”

You press your lips into a tighter line to keep yourself from screaming at the horrid bat. It was best to bite your tongue and get the interaction over and done with as quick as you could. You pull out your wallet and hand over four bills. It was nice while it lasted.

Donna snatched the money from you and promptly counted it. Once satisfied, she took a long drag off her cigarette. She ordered you to leave while smoke seeped out of her mouth like a dragon.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You hurried off to your apartment, climbing the stairs to the second floor and making a beeline for your door at the end of the hall.

You shut the door, leaning against it and breathed out a deep breath. After calming yourself some, you set your keys on the counter by the door and step further into your little abode.

You make your way back to the small living room and crash on the dingy brown love-seat, tossing your phone onto the stained coffee table. You lean back and stare at the ceiling. A boring white painted over heavy popcorn texture, collecting all kinds of dust. You close your eyes and let your mind wander, wanting to squeeze some relaxation time out of the rest of the day. Too bad your phone rang.

Sam called to tell you they were on their way with the cat. You told them to be careful and not let Donna see them on the off chance that she hadn’t left for the bar yet. Sam, however, brushed aside your concerns and told you not to be so worried. You pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned at that. Sam wasn’t the one that had to deal with Donna and hopefully never will.

It wasn’t until a long while later that there was a knock at your front door. A quick check through the peephole showed you Sam was on the other side with a backpack and pet carrier. You open the door and hurry them inside. Sam stepped in, stopping in the space between the kitchen and living area, and looked over the place.

“Wow. This place is shitty.”

“Thanks, hadn’t noticed.”

Sam set the carrier down on your couch, and the cat inside growled in a low tone. Sam took off their backpack next and handed that one over to you.

“Here’s all of Rigel’s things; food, bowls, litter box, toys. I’ll be back in town to get the last of my stuff on the sixteenth, and I’ll pay you then.”

“I thought we agreed half now and half when you got back?”

“It’ll be easier to just pay you all at once.”

You drum your fingers on your thigh and let out a sigh. “Alright, fine. It will be nice to get two hundred dollars all at once.”

“See! You fuss over the smallest things.”

You change the topic by offering Sam something to drink but they declined. Sam still needed to pack up a few more boxes before the end of the night. You nod and give a small wave goodbye, only for Sam to pull you into a hug. Your muscles tense up, but you did your best to return Sam’s sudden hug.

There was a unique funk around Sam that made the hug even more challenging to bear. An overly strong lavender tried and failed to cover some mix of sweat and burnt coffee. Sam left shortly after, telling you to just call them should you need anything. You nodded and waved them off.

Once they left, you turn to Rigel stuck in his carrier. His hissing got louder the closer you got to the carrier, and was full on slashing at the front when you reached down to open it.

You recoil and let him be for the moment, choosing to set up his things in the bathroom instead. While your bathroom was on the smaller side, it seemed big enough for one cat to stay in. You pack up all the various toiletries that a bored cat might knock down and set out Rigel’s things. Litter box in the corner across from the shower stall, while his food and water were against the opposite wall between the door and the sink.

With that set up you go get the carrier. You did your best not to jostle it too much, but Rigel wasn’t pleased and let you know. He let out some of the most chilling demonic screeches as he knocked against the fabric carrier, desperate to break loose and slaughter you. You set the carrier down in the closet, closing one of the bi-fold doors so he had a dark corner to hide in. You braced yourself with a few steadying breaths before swiftly unzipping the front. Once open, you pull your hand back and leave the bathroom completely, making sure the door shut behind you.

You did your best to salvage the rest of your night, enjoying your cup of noodles while watching a movie. It was a B-Movie slasher about a supernatural being going on a killing spree in Las Vegas. And this somehow led to the being going to space in the next film. Overall, it was pretty cheesy, but got a few laughs from you.

Soon you had to wrap things up and head to bed. You sneak into the bathroom to swipe your toothbrush and clean them at the kitchen sink that night, and probably for the next two weeks. With a yawn and a stretch you change into sleepwear and crawl into your bed.

Sleep didn’t come to you easily, but it wasn’t a night full of endless tossing and turning, either. The rest you got didn’t feel like enough, as the buzzing of your alarm woke you too early for your liking.

You sat up rubbing your eyes and checked your phone for the time. The small screen on the back of the thin flip phone showed the time was seven o’ two. You heave out a sigh and pull the warm covers off.

While your body went through the motions of your morning routine, your mind wandered back to the images you saw in your dream. An island floated in the middle of a dark ocean with storm clouds rumbling high above. The cold wet sand pricked against your bare feet like needles, yet you kept on walking. You had found yourself on a rickety dock at least fifteen feet above the violent waves below. There was nothing around you, but you knew you weren’t alone. Down below, lurking beneath the water, two hungry orbs of blue glared up at you, waiting. Expecting. When you didn’t move from your perch, the beast thrashed at the pillars of the dock. You lost your footing and tumbled down to the abyss.

You shook your head, forcing your thoughts to jump back to the present. Chills ran down your spine as the nightmare crawled around in the back of your mind, clawing its way forward. You stuffed it as far back as possible and carried on with your morning.

You soon were out the door and on your way to work. You grip the toilet paper wrapped over your forearm, letting the lines of blood soak into it so it can better rest on your arm. Rigel had given you a few nasty scratches when you got him fresh water, the ungrateful bastard. At least there’s a first aid kit at work.

The bell above the door chimed as you looked at the time on your phone. The damn cat almost made you late for work. You make your way to the back room to grab your apron, only to bump into a man turning the corner. It took a second to get your bearings and notice you ran right into Mr. Turner.

“Oh shit. Sorry, sir.”

He laughed and waved you off. “Morning Cass, see you’re in a hurry.”

“Ah- no, well, kinda. I hit every red light getting here and-”

“You’re fine, don’t worry. No need to rush. Just get your apron and I’ll introduce you to the new guy.”

You nod and scurry back to grab the green apron. It hung by itself on the hooks, speckled in paint and smudges. By that point the thing was overdue to get tossed and replaced, but the same thing would end up happening to the next apron.

You throw it on and tie it behind yourself before going out to the sales floor. Mr. Turner stood next to a man younger than himself but older than you. The boss was the first to notice you and gave another wave. “There they are.”

The new guy turned and flashed you a wide smile, showing off straight white teeth in a hollow smile. Tamping down the disquiet, you force yourself to offer a smile in return. The man strode up to you and held out a hand. “Great to meet you, I’m Brandon! Mr. Turner was just telling me how great of a worker you are-” He squinted at your apron before going back to that fake smile- “Art. Interesting name.”

“Thanks,” you said, and hesitated a moment before taking his hand for a brief shake. On contact that strange buzz of discomfort shot from your palm through the rest of your arm. Once your hand was free, you fight the urge to rub off the non-existent traces of him. There wasn’t anything there, nothing real, and you knew that, but more than anything you wanted that feeling gone and the only way for it to leave was to brush it off. Why did people have to insist on handshakes, just needless physical contact with strangers? It’s stupid, and you hated it.

For the first half of your shift the boss had you go over the day-to-day tasks with Brandon. There were few customers in the store that Sunday morning, so you mostly had the guy pull forward merchandise and clean some shelves. Brandon did the tasks, but they all came with questions. Most of the questions were mundane things about the products stocked, store hours, and what times saw the most customers. The problem came when Brandon veered his questions towards you personally.

“So, is Art short for anything?”

“Artemis.”

Your answer was short and pointed. You already didn’t like that he was the type to read name tags over asking for someone’s name.

“Interesting. So you from around here?”

A shiver shot through you, and you’re quick to stop that line of questions. You ignore the question entirely, instead cutting in to tell him to finish front-facing the aisle while you go check on Mr. Turner.

The day dragged on until finally getting to your lunch break. Brandon, thankfully, caught on that you weren’t one to disclose much about yourself to a new face. However, that didn’t make the morning smooth sailing. You grab your lunch and speed off to the cemetery, eager to get a break from Brandon.

Your usual bench was free, and you took your place to enjoy lunch. Munching on your meal, you take in the sights, finding a serenity in the quiet. The sun shined brightly, causing some of the glossier headstones to reflect the rays. You hum to yourself and scan over the graveyard. To your surprise, you spotted someone in the far corner opposite you. Your brows furrowed, perplexed by the other. You watched the figure, curious of what they’re doing.

They wandered from gravestone to gravestone, kicking at the earth with hands stuffed into pockets. The build of the figure suggested a man, and one dressed in monochrome. You squint your eyes at them making sure you weren’t mistaken; but no, that was the same bizarre suit you saw a man wearing the day prior.

You keep your gaze fixed on him, wanting to figure out why he might be here a second day in a row visiting completely different graves. Did the man simply like to visit graveyards and have a limited wardrobe? If so, you didn’t want to comment on the matter out of fear of shattering the glass house.

You ate lunch with glances at the man. You wanted to piece together why he might be there. He wasn’t mourning; he moved from one grave to the next as if searching for something. The man in the weird suit went down one row of graves, heading away from you, only to hit the end and turn back for the next row.

You forced yourself to not look at him for fear of getting caught. But your curiosity burned, and you chanced a look up. He didn’t notice you, too engrossed in whatever he was doing. Embolden by that, you continue to munch away at your food and sneak glances at him. That is, until you swallowed wrong and went into a coughing fit.

You got your breathing under control a minute later and checked to see if he noticed. And oh boy, did he notice. The man was staring straight at you. It was awkward enough to get caught looking, but you noticed the man closing the gap between you two. He was still at the far end with well over two hundred feet between you, but you didn’t want to stick around and have that plummet to single digits.

Nope. You scoop up your belongings and speed-walk straight back to the store. You didn’t even chance a look behind you. Eyes forward and keep moving. You weren’t sure if he was actually still following; you didn’t hear any footsteps behind you. So that seemed like a good sign.

You blew past the door, bell violently chiming, and you made a beeline for the back. Your heart pounded against your ribs, wanting to break free and make a run for it. You take quick breaths, forcing the next to be longer than the last to get yourself to calm down. In the middle of collecting yourself, Mr. Turner walked into the back area with worry knitted on his brow.

“Cass, you alright? What’s wrong?”

“Is there a man in a striped suit in the store?”

He gave you a puzzled look, but left to do a sweep of the store. He came back half a minute later, shaking his head. “No, no one’s in the store dressed like that. What happened?”

“Nothing really. I just saw him in the cemetery and it looked like he was starting to follow me.”

He frowned. “Well, you just come to me if any creep is giving you a hard time. I’ll knock his teeth out for you.”

You manage a smile and nod. You take a few more breaths to calm down before you grab your apron. Things were going to be okay. The guy might not have even seen what store you went into. Heck, that guy probably didn’t even leave the cemetery. And even if he did, Mr. Turner was there to help you out of a tight spot. You smile a little brighter and step out onto the sales floor where you see the stripe suit guy looking at paint chips.

A strangled scream catches in your throat. You step back, dipping back into the employee’s only area of the store before he could see you. What the Hell were you going to do now? You couldn’t hide back there all day.

You push aside the fabric curtain dividing the sales floor from the back, and get a look at the man. With him much closer, you could see his green hair and the distressed look of his suit. He leaned forward, looking over the paint colors. Maybe he didn’t know you were back there. If so, you could wait in the back for a few minutes for him to just leave.

You close the curtain and slip your hands into your apron pockets. Your fingers brush over cool metal, and your thumb flicks up the slider on the side. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly better than nothing. Box cutter in hand, you look back out.

The stranger stayed put in front of the paint colors. You take a shallow breath, prepping yourself to go out. In the middle of psyching yourself up, you see Brandon wander over to the paint section. Hope bubbles up in you. The new guy can take care of him for you.

Brandon scanned over the section. He pushed down some color chips, looked over the desk before looking your way.

“Art! There you are.”

Brandon’s voice bellowed in the small store, not only earning a squeak from you but also causing the stranger to turn and look. You yank the curtain closed, hoping the man in the monochrome stripes didn’t get a good look at you.

Brandon parted the curtain a moment later and looked you over with knit brows and lips in a thin line. “Art, what are you doing back here? I don’t think it looks very professional for an employee to skulk around in the back all day.”

“The guy over at paint followed me from the cemetery.”

Brandon raised a brow at you. “There aren’t any customers in the store, and certainly not in paint, I would have seen them.” He pulled open the curtain with a flourish to reveal the man standing just on the other side. “See, no one’s there.”

Your eyes dart between the idiot holding back the curtain and the green-haired man tilting his head some with a grin plastered on his face. Thought processing came to a crawl as you tried making sense of what you were seeing. Your gaze lands on Brandon in the end.

“You don’t see anyone there?”

He rolled his eyes and looked back out to the sales floor. He then looked back at you with brows knitted further. “No, there’s no one there, Artemis. Perhaps you should stop taking your lunches in the cemetery if they’re just going to put scary thoughts in your head.”

Brandon frowned at you before stepping out onto the sales floor, going right through the man in the striped suit. He stopped to shiver, only to keep walking a second later. Once he left, your wide eyes landed on the man still standing there, still grinning and showing off sharp yellowed teeth.

“Hi there!”

Nope. Nope nope nope. You grab your box cutter and pull it out to point at the guy. And without a word you push aside the curtain more and go around the man. The man whined at your action and followed you.

“Come on babes! Don’t ignore me, I know you can see me!”

You keep walking, heading straight for Mr. Turner. He turns to you at your approach and the small smile fades from his face. “Cass? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The gravelly laugh behind you sent shivers down your spine. You did your best to shake off the feeling and forced a smile.

“I’m not feeling too good. I was hoping I could go home early today.”

His lips sink further into a frown, but he gave you a nod. “It’s fine by me. But what about that man you were talking about that followed you from the cemetery? Are you going to be okay?”

The man behind you continued to laugh. You tighten your hands into fists, the metal of the box cutter pressing hard into the flesh of your hand.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay Mr. Turner. See you tomorrow.”

He nodded, and you handed over your apron while keeping the box cutter in hand. You offer one last quick goodbye and head out the door, the bell only chiming once. You march down the sidewalk and hear the strange man continuing to talk.

“So, babes, where are we heading?”

You pause at your car door. You take a few quick breaths and finally respond to this... person. “I’m going home. I’m obviously not feeling well and seeing things that aren’t there.”

You slip into your car and promptly lock all the doors. You heave a sigh and lean against the steering wheel as your brain sorts through all this nonsense. A groan rumbles in your throat and you lean back in your seat. In your peripheral, the man in the striped suit sat in your passenger seat sporting a sharp grin. Well shit.

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10-19-17uswnt · 5 years ago

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Not that kind of librarian Sonny- Tierna x Reader

This is my first ever fic and I’m really nervous about it so tell me what you think. Prompt: “I work at a library and you continuously ask me to help you find books about the most random topics, are you on some sort of quest?”

On this particular day when Tierna walks into the Stanford library she stops dead in her tracks when she sees you standing at your desk. You are the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. She is so lost in thought that she doesn’t notice you walking right up to her.

“Can I help you with anything?”

She blinks quickly and looks around confused. Suddenly she can’t remember why she’s here. Panicking she blurts out the first thing she can think of to keep you from walking away.

“Dinosaurs!”

An adorable blush starts to creep up her freckled cheeks as she realizes she practically shouted at you. You smile softly and let out a quite chuckle.

“Do you have a specific dinosaur in mind?” You say as you start to lead her towards the correct section.

“Uhh no not really” She laughs nervously with a hand on the back of her neck. “I’m Tierna by the way, Tierna Davidson.” She finishes while extending her hand to you.

What she didn’t know is that you knew who she was the second that she walked through those doors. You were a huge soccer fan and even played all throughout high school, but your senior year you were told that if you got another serious concussion it could result in brain damage so you decided to hang up your boots for good to stay healthy.

Despite what you went through you still loved the game so when you arrived at Stanford you went to any game you could. Tierna is one of the best players to come through the Stanford program so it was no surprise to you when she finally got her first call up. From the very fist time you saw her play you were smitten, and now is no different.

“I know who you are Superstar,” You can’t help but grin as you watch her eyes widen. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You say as you finally bring your hand up to meet hers.

Just as you are reaching the books about dinosaurs you hear your boss call out to you, “(Y/N)! I need you to put these books back where they go!”

You can’t help but feel disappointed at your time with Tierna being cut short. For a fleeting moment as you turn towards her you think she may look disappointed too.

“Duty calls, I’ll see you around Superstar” You say as you bring your hand up to brush her arm. You’re already beginning to walk away before she can respond, but as you look back you see her nodding.

With her original purpose for coming to the library long forgotten Tierna quickly makes her way back to her dorm room texting into the USWNT groupchat as she went.

Baby T: SOS I JUST MET A CUTE GIRL AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Frat Daddy Sr.: Aww shes a baby gay.

Frat Daddy Sr.: I remember those days

Frat Daddy Sr.: It took me like 3 months to ask out my first girlfriend

Baby T: 3 MONTHS?!?!

Not so Baby Horse: Probably not helping worms

Frat Daddy Sr.: My bad T...

Frat Daddy Sr.: I’m sure you’ll be fine

Pressi: Just take a deep breath and tell us about this girl honey

Baby T: I was headed to the library for only god knows what at this point and I saw her standing by her desk and I couldn’t help but stare because she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. By the time I realized that she was standing next to me I had already forgotten what I had came for so when she asked what I was looking for I just blurted out the first thing I could think of. AND she already knew who I was and didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

Dasani: Wait I thought librarians were only hot in pornos?

PewPew: Eww Sonny, not that kinda librarian

The Great Horan: I don’t see the issue here, just ask her out

Uncle: Yeah just go back tomorrow and ask her to coffee or something

Rose🌹: Leave it to Lyss to be the voice of reason haha

Baby T: Just ask her to coffee, how hard could that be? Thanks everyone, minus Kelley and Emily

Frat Daddy Sr.: HEY!

Dasani: HEY!

The next day you’re sitting behind your desk when you see Tierna walk inside. When she spots you she smiles and starts walking towards you. As she gets closer you call out, “I get to see the Superstar two days in a row? Must be my lucky day”

Her step falters as a deep red blush rises to her cheeks. Making Tierna a blushing mess is quickly becoming your new favorite thing. “What can I do for you today Superstar?”

She stands rooted to the spot staring blankly at you. You start to think that maybe she’s not as into you as you thought and maybe you should cut back on the flirting when she finally rushes out, “Doyouwannagogetcoffeewithmemaybe?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say? All I got out of that was coffee. You’re gonna have to talk slower babe.”

Her eyes widen and somehow her blush gets even darker. She clears her throat before speaking again.

“I uh... I asked if you.. if you... had any books on how to make coffee.”

You give her a weird look as you turn to your computer to see if the library has such a book. While you are distracted Tierna facepalms at her nerves getting the best of her once again. She is pulled out her thoughts by the sound of your voice.

“You’re in luck Superstar, we have one book on how to make coffee.” You say as you get up to pull the book off the shelf and check it out for her. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Uh..Nope. That’s it I guess. Thanks (Y/N)”

You watch disappointed again as Tierna walks away. Before your brain can catch up to what you’re doing you grab a pen and run after her. “Hey Superstar! Wait up!”

Tierna turns around slowly and watches as you jog up to her. She’s extremely confused since she thought that she blew it with you once again. When you finally reach her you grab her arm and before either of you think about it you write your number on her arm. When you see the goofy smile spreading on her face as it dawns on her what just happened you knew that you made the right decision.

“Call me Superstar.” You say with a wink as you start walking back towards your desk.

As you walk back you hear a load yell and turn just in time to see Tierna land from her flying fist pump. You shake you head with a smile, this goofy girl held the key to your heart and she didn’t even know it yet.

On her way back to her dorm Tierna excitedly pulls out her phone to update the team.

Baby T: GUYS GUYS GUYS! I GOT HER NUMBER!!!

Pressi: That’s great sweetheart! Now, do we get a name for this mystery lady of yours?

Uncle: So I guess the plan worked?

Baby T: Oh yeah! Her name is (Y/N), and not exactly...

Frat Daddy Sr.: What do you mean “not exactly” it either worked or it didn’t

Baby T: Well you see, I was GOING to ask her out to coffee, but then she was flirting with me and called me babe out of nowhere so I panicked and asked for a book on how to make coffee...

Not so Baby Horse: Oh honey

Dasani: Wait how did you end up with her number then!?

Baby T: She ran up and wrote it on my arm when I was leaving

PewPew: So now that you got her number are you going to invite her to the game Saturday?

Baby T: Should I?

PewPew: You said she already knew who you were, so that means shes a fan right?

Baby T: Good point. Thanks!

Your shift ended almost an hour ago and you still haven’t heard anything back from Tierna. You were starting to worry that you had written your number down wrong when you hear your phone go off.

Unknown: Hey it’s Tierna

Maybe?Tierna: From Stanford

(Y/N): Hey Superstar, I was beginning to think you didn’t like me anymore ;)

Superstar: Oh, sorry lol. So we have a national team game coming up this Saturday in LA and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come watch and like meet the team and stuff

Superstar: But like its totally cool if you already have plans, or if you don’t want to go

(Y/N): I’d love to

Superstar: Really? Awesome. Okay cool, I can’t wait.

(Y/N): Me either, I’ll see you Saturday

Saturday could not come soon enough, you drove 6 hours on Friday to get to your hotel and relax before the game. Tierna had to leave in the middle of the week to meet up with the rest of the team so this will be the first time you’ll be seeing her since you gave her your number. Luckily you bought her USWNT jersey last year so you’re able to show your support.

You get to the game early so you can watch the team warm up, when your eyes meet Tierna’s you can’t help the excited squeal you let out as you wave to her. She had pulled some strings to make sure that you got a seat close to the bench ans was excited to see that the staff went all out and gave you front row seats.

On the field Emily notices that Tierna has gotten distracted and follows her line of vision. When she shes your happy dance and notices your jersey a devilish smirk appears on her face before she calls out to the team.

“Hey look eveybody, T’s Sexy Librarian is here” Her snickering is interrupted by a thump on the back of her head from both Christen and Ali.

“Get your head out of the gutter Sonnett”

From your seat you watch on amused at the reaction that your presence has caused. Soon after that the game was starting, the US were playing the Korean Republic and while it would not be as exciting as a rivalry game it was still a very good game. Tierna started and played a full 90 with some great plays on the ball.

Once the game was over and most of their gear was packed up Kelley noticed that Tierna kept glancing back towards your seat behind the bench. Tierna jumped when she felt Kelley’s hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, hey Kelley”

“Just go ask her out already dude, you’ve been texting her non stop since you got here so I think its safe to say she likes you too.” She whispers in her ear.

“Now go get your sexy librarian!” She laughs as she shoves her towards you

You smile as you see that ever present blush start to creep up her face as she walks towards you. When she finally reaches you she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“(Y/N)? I really like you. As in make me forget my on name kinda like you. From the very first second I saw you in the library last week I was awestruck by your beauty. That’s why every time I came to the library instead of getting what I came for I left with some book I didn’t need. If you’ll let me I’d like to take you on a date so that we can get to know each other without a phone screen and 350 miles between us.”

Throughout her little speech your smile continued to grow, but towards the end you could read her face and see that the nerves were starting to fight their way to the surface so you decided to interrupt her before she could start rambling.

“Hey Superstar?”

“-oh uh, yes?”

With a smirk you watch her eyes go wide as you lean forward and grab the nape of her neck.

“Just shut up and kiss me already,”

For once she stopped overthinking and listened to her heart.

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Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why.

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!!

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!”

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels?

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left.

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!”

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air.

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!”

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?”

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside.

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.”

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch.

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans.

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!”

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded.

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?”

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears.

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt.

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk.

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern.

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.”

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes.

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite.

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face.

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha imagines

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writteninsunshine · 5 years ago

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Decking Something - Tseng/Reno - SFW

Title: Decking Something

Author: Reno

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Turk Floor, ShinRa Building

Pairing: Tseng/Reno

Characters: Tseng, Reno, Rufus Shinra, Koi Fish OC: Xiang

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1187

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day One of the Shinra Holiday 2020 Prompts

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fluff, Romance, Tseng is Superstitious, Tseng has koi fish, Taking Liberties With Holidays, Reno is Ridiculous, No Specific Turks Mentioned But They’re In The Background, Established Relationship

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Xiang!

Summary: Reno was always a mess during the holidays, but this was preferable to him drinking on the job.

#Shinraholiday2020

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

Alright, guys, hello! Going to try to do this Shinra Holiday 2020 thing, and I’m hoping that things turn out. I really want to be able to get through something like this entirely, so I’m starting it a little early. I figure if I’m not trying to cram all of it into the day that it’s due, maybe I’ll get stuff done. Weird how time management sneaks into my life once more, isn’t it? At any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this!

For those wondering, Xiang is a gift from Tseng’s father for luck and prosperity! He has several koi fish but Xiang is his favorite. Just wait until I get to his birds in a different fic, that one will be fun.

Shinra Holiday 2020 Fic Masterlist

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Decking Something

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“Reno,” Tseng began after a long moment of standing, staring, and incredulous coffee-sipping, “What in Leviathan’s name do you think you are doing?”

Reno had heard that ten thousand times in the course of his life, and he found himself with the simple knowledge that this wasn’t actually a question, but a long-winded ‘no.’ Still, that didn’t stop him from slowly growing a wicked grin, a certain shine to his blue eyes, and lifting a string of tinsel. The shiny silver worm of plastic struggled minutely in Reno’s grip, limply hanging between his gloved hands as he stepped a little closer.

Were Tseng a more openly emotive man, he might have taken a step back and betrayed his irritation and fear of the unknown when it came to Reno, but he was thankful that he wasn’t. Instead, he simply rose a finely manicured brow, tilted his head slightly to the left, and frowned that much harder. It didn’t deter the redhead, as expected, but it did set the rest of the bullpen ablaze with wide eyes and whispers.

“Reno.” The name was a warning, but neither Turk was really known for backing down, so Reno only encroached further on Tseng’s rapidly shrinking bubble of personal space. “Reno, I--”

It was too late. The tinsel found itself wrapped around Tseng’s neck and gently tucked into itself like a gaudy, scratchy scarf, and Reno was incredibly close to catching an open palm to the face. If it weren’t for Tseng’s unnatural amount of self-control, he probably would have had a brand new broken nose. Instead, the elder man simply leveled a half-glare, half incredulous stare at his lover that earned him a somewhat sweet smile.

“It’s almost Christmas, man,” Reno told him gently, adjusting the tinsel scarf carefully around his neck, “Gotta deck the halls and all that shit.”

Well, that explained a lot. Reno always did get weird during the holidays, and it was probably better that he was sober and decorating instead of drinking during work hours like last year.

“So you want to deck the halls of the Shinra building?” Tseng asked finally, gently reaching down to touch the tinsel he wore. It wasn’t comfortable, but something about how happy the string of shiny plastic made the redhead, convinced him it wouldn’t be so bad to wear. He hadn’t seen Reno smile like that in months, and it was a worthwhile sight.

“Yeah, I figured uh, it’d be more festive than, uh… Then my place.” Reno murmured the last bit, his blue eyes cast down as he wrung his hands in the hem of his jacket. Was Tseng going to tell him ‘no’, now? He wasn’t sure if he could handle it. The holidays always kicked his ass, left him feeling cold and unwanted, and even Tseng knew he was treading on thin ice right now.

The whispers and wide eyes around them were turning to soft ‘I told you so’s and exchanges of Gil as Tseng tugged Reno in for a gentle kiss. With his thumb and forefinger on the other’s chin, he kept him in place before finally pulling back, smiling at him in that rare way he did when he was pleased.

“I ain’t even wearing the headband.” Reno chuckled in amazement, dumbstruck as he nuzzled their noses together. Tseng’s eyebrow arched into his hairline.

“The… Headband?” That sounded like it was going to be a big problem he didn’t want to deal with.

“Yeah, man, let me grab it!” Breaking away from Tseng’s grip, Reno bound into his office and disappeared inside. When he returned to the bullpen where Tseng still stood waiting in his festive attire, he wore a red headband with a long, plastic arm set in the center. At the end of it was a piece of what was presumably fake mistletoe, and Tseng’s eyes rolled so hard his entire head almost fell off.

“That’s… Lovely, Reno.” He sighed, shaking his head definitively, “But if you wear it to anything but the Christmas party, you’re going to wish you didn’t.”

“Aw, c’mon, man, it’s not that--”

“No. If Rufus sees you in that he’s going to get an idea and then we’ll all be wearing them.” Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. But he didn’t particularly want to deal with it. If Rufus got any ideas from this particular holiday, he was hoping it would be something less needy and more festive. The man needed some actual holiday cheer if you asked him. After all, it wasn’t like his holidays growing up had ever been more than artificial love in the form of impersonal gifts. A little whimsy would probably do their boss some good, and if Reno was in the mood to deliver, well, Tseng wasn’t about to tell him ‘no’, now. It would help both of his favorite men to have this if luck served.

He’d have to go home and make sure his lucky fish was doing well. Xiang would surely see this through, the white koi with the black scale in the center of his forehead had never let Tseng down before.

If he was allowed something somewhat childish to help him cope with the job and everything else in his life, then Reno and Rufus should be allowed to decorate the office however they saw fit for the holidays.

“Reno.” Tseng was positive that the redhead had been talking when he was buried in his own head, and he didn’t have time to ask him about what he had been saying. Instead, he kissed him again, gently, before shaking his head. “I want to help you decorate. We can do our offices, too.”

Reno lit up like the faerie lights he’d spread around his own office, and his hand found Tseng’s in an instant. Taking him to his veritable treasure trove of delights, he began to dig through it.

“Do you think Rufus will let us get a tree?”

All of those fake trees at the store would work, he was sure, though he also had a feeling that Rufus would bemoan the lack of a real tree. Not that they could get their hands on one, but that was beside the point.

“He might want the biggest, most gaudy fake tree money can buy, should you bring it up to him.” Tseng left it open-ended to give Reno a chance to do it on his own. If the redhead wanted to throw the Turks and Rufus into the holiday spirit, so be it, he supposed. It wasn’t like they were incredibly busy today. “All I ask is that you don’t make a mess and that you’re still available should we need you for work.”

“Yessir!” Reno barked, clicking his heels together dramatically and saluting, “You know you can count on me.” That beautiful, rare, lips-only smile worked onto Tseng’s lips again and he pressed a kiss to Reno’s forehead.

“I know. I made you my second for a reason.” Reno’s cheeks lit up at that, giving Tseng a return rare sight that he thought about for the rest of the day.

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AN: Alright, there we go, one fic down! Just six more to go! With any luck, I’ll be able to put something out for each day, but we’ll see. I’ve never been super good at staying on top of these things, if only because I’m always crunching for time. But, this time, I’m going to be on top of it, because I started a little early. At least, I’m really hoping that I will be. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompt: Shinra Holiday 2020 Day One - Deck The Halls

#Shinraholidayweek2020 #Tseng x Reno #Final Fantasy VII Fanfic #Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction

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terrible-my-hero-academia-aus · 6 years ago

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2K Special.Giant AU,

(Why did I do this, it was fuel by 1am headaches and chugging a bottle of lime mineral water. I was also ill for half of it. Yay for butter menthols.

Shigaraki is dog groomer, he meets AFO when the villain boss brings his poodle in for grooming. The poodle is named Might Smasher. Might Smasher once stole a shoe from All Might’s whippet, Deku. Deku is often dressed in mini hero costumes.

Izuku is Shigaraki’s nervous Chihuahua. Shiggy boy likes to dress him in tiny sweaters. These include crappy Christmas sweaters, a worm on the string, and a flight attendants uniform.

Kurogiri is Shiggy’s manager, because he has many well known clients. Such as Doctor Who and Kindle K.

Uraraka and Yaomomo are competitive shop owners on the same street. Uraraka runs a thrift store; Yaomomo, a designer one.

Kirishima owns a hot dog stand across from the groomers and gives away free life therapy. Twice turns up there alot.

Red Riot is his pet parrot.

Endeavor breeds rabbits to show, his sons, Touya and Shouto, like to add wild hares to the pens when he’s not looking. They have nicked a few of their favorite bunnies to hide at Fuyumi’s apartment. They’re named Floof, Fluff and Wuff.

Shouto runs an ice cream parlor, he dresses like Where’s Wally?

Touya works at the hospital as a surgeon.

Fuyumi is basically the Rita Skeeter of the Dungeons and Dragon community.

Rei is a florist, Enji has hay fever.

Now, on to the hero side of things...

Bakugou is the top hero(Ground Meat) having a midlife crisis because he’s going bald before All Might--Must be all the screaming he does.

Denki is Bakuhoes tech guy, You need new ear proteccs? He’s on it!

Dark shadow and Tokoyami are twin heros.

Dark Shadow:

A. Looks the same.

B. likes to ruin his brother’s emo look by dressing in only fluro colours.

C. Has a yellow shirt with a carrot wearing sunglasses on it. He wears a giant knitted sock on his lower half.

He stonk.

Mina is a photographer, always snapping pics of Koda, who works at the local zoo, but also runs an underground coin trading community. He made 10k profit last year from Iida alone.

…….

One day, a distressed Momo noticed some of her new shipment of stock is fake, naturally she freaks, she prides herself in her store. She reports this to the Air Hero: Natsugen.

(it’s oxygen + Natsuo. I know my naming skills suck but you didn’t follow this blog for quality.😂)

Natsugen is an underground hero who specialises in smuggling rings of various forms, his ability to manipulate air allowing him to quietly take samples as evidence. He teams up with Hawks, once he realises that illegal quirk enhancements are being smuggled inside the lining of these fake purses.

Their trail of clues leads them to the den of Monoma, a famous casino owner and singer. It’s discovered that several months ago, a similar drug was found sewn into the lining of one of his costumes. They eventually figure Mina may have gotten a snap of a contact and sit down with Denki to examine the shots.

Why is that the guy who brings his poodle to Shiggy’s???

They need more info and promptly wring out all they can from Koda’s customers.

All for NOne. (Because he shouldn’t be alive, he doesn’t count as “One”) Is revealed to be the mastermind behind the smuggling.

This calls for the big guns. Snipe and Ground Meat, the two rising, top rated heroes.

Although Ground Meat suffered a dip in popularity when it was noticed he had tension alopecia from grabbing his head in frustration after pro hero Minion Man was put on his team. They fight, of course.

So the Heroes head downtown. They need to sus out the locals.

Tokoyami tries to intimidate Momo into spilling the tea but she gives dark shadow a cashmere sweater and he wont allow the interview to continue after that.

They eventually fight All for NOne in Shigaraki’s dog groomers. It goes down like something from a Home Alone movie.

Aizawa is the prison guard, he is so done with all this crime shite.

in the end Monoma sings a musical number with Hawks reluctantly doing back up vocals.

All Might pays for Shiggy’s repairs and Present Mic is Monoma’s sentient mic stand.

Midnight is All for NOne’s lawyer. She tries to bribe the judge, Kota, with icy poles.

The wild pussycats are a competitive knitting group, AFNO gets sent to them as part of his community service.

Snipe is a plumber who is frequently called out to pull Ectoplasm out of drains.

Denki throws a huge party and sets what’s left of Ground Meat’s hair on fire. Natsugen sips a piña colada.

…..

please add to this hot mess so I no longer have to.

#why was this so hard to write.#bnha #mha #bnh aau #bnha headacnons #my hero academia #my hero academy #my hero acadamy #terriblebnhaAUs #boku no hero academia #boku no hero memes #boku no hero headcannons #boku no hero headcanons #bnha crack #2Kspecial #boku no hero art #terriblebnhaAUsArt

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mingiswow · 6 years ago

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09 | Blood Princess

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: mentions of rape, mentions of violence, suggestive themes, cuss words, little makeout things are getting oof

Word count: + 3.3k

“You’re doing to her exactly what Papa did!” you woke up with the screams outside your room. Your body and head ached, the dress and makeup still on, even though some of it was already gone with the tears from last night. The screams started to get louder and clearer by the time your mind started to properly function.

Flashbacks from the day before flew in your mind and a string of pain was felt in your heart. Namjoon, Qian Kun, the pretty boy whose you didn’t know the name, everything came like a wave and you felt dumb, weak and a weight, not only to the boys but also to the world. You felt your throat close in a knot, something common on the last few days, and a stream of tears fall from your eyes.

“What are you talking about? Don’t you dare to compare me to that worm!” the boss’ voice was raspy and deep, anyone hearing him could tell he was angry.

“Then stop treating Y/N like your little trophy, Namjoon! How could you be so insensitive and blind to not tell she was sad and clearly uncomfortable with what that Chinese was saying to her? For fuck sake! She was literally crying in your lap!” Yoongi’s voice was altered, you never heard him scream, you never saw him angry.

“You’re being weak! We could’ve lost important business’ deal because of some childish bullshit!” you heard the smaller one scoff to the boss and the knot came back to your throat and you felt like you were being suffocated. The air was being taken from your lungs little by little. Your heart sank and you felt groundless like you’d fall at any given moment. Without even realizing, your feet dragged you to the door, about to open it and confront the men, but you stopped in your tracks by Yoongi’s words.

“Wow! Childish bullshit?” his voice sounded unbelieved by the youngest’s words. “Namjoon, listen to yourself. Kun was talking shit about Y/N, and I don’t know if you can remember that, but she’s a member of BTS now, and I don’t know if you can remember either but she was abused by Papa! Used! And Kun was out there implying she’s like any of those girls we fuck around when we all know she’s not!” there was a double sigh and a ruffle of hair. “C’mon boss… What’s going on? This is not only because of the deal because we sealed it. This is not you, Namjoon. That one from yesterday, this one in front of me right now is not the Namjoon I know, my friend, my boss, what the hell happened?” the man left a sound almost like a grunt and, as far as you knew him, you were sure he was running his fingers through his perfectly messed hair.

��I… I don’t know, Yoongi! I just couldn’t stand seeing that asshole flirt with her and…” another sigh. “And she was corresponding it like I wasn’t even there! Am I nothing to her? I have the right to get pissed”.

“Yes, you have the right to be pissed. But that doesn’t give you the right to be a complete asshole to her” Yoongi pointed out and your heart felt warm for the first time in the last hours. He was defending you even though he didn’t have to, you two barely spoke and there he was, going against Namjoon’s words after saving you and taking care of you last night. “Besides, she’s nothing but your subordinate, remember? You don’t have the right to interfere in with who she flirts or not” a silence fell upon the hall outside your bedroom and you sat back on the bed. Yes, the sexual tension between you two was undeniable, but, besides his words from last night, neither of you made an actual move. He wasn’t yours and you wasn’t his. And that, for some reason, hurt you. “You should talk to her. She was really hurt last night” another silence fell and you waited for their reaction to come.

Moving around the bed, you rested your back on the headboard, fingers playing with the skirt of the dress that once was a symbol of a happy moment. Your eyes closed, a deep sigh leaving your lips, letting the sounds on your surrounding invade your ears and senses. The happy chirp of the birds and the sun rays illuminating the world outside your windows were a fine contrast to the true soul of that place. The beautiful flowers well-trimmed and color-coordinated didn’t seem to belong to the same tall black doors and gates. Every little thing happening in the world seemed happier and more right than the ones held inside those large wooden doors. Happier than your world seemed to ever be.

Tired of waiting for someone, Namjoon to be more specific, to look out for you, to take care of you, you ripped the expensive dress out of your tired and hurt body, letting it pool on the ground, and went to take a bath. You thanked the maids to not taking any of the baths off your bathroom.

The bath was filled to the brim, the water was full of pinkish bubbles and foam, smelling like the most soothing and refreshing flower you ever smelled. The warmth of the liquid hugged gently your body as you entered the tub, washing away, even if momentarily, your dark sad thoughts.

When the boys kidnapped you and offered a deal, a solution to your problems, you hugged it with arms and legs. You expected to be easier. It was supposed to be easy. Was. Past tense. You didn’t expect to be greeted with so much love and care, with so much comfort. To make friends that made your life easier, that made you forget everything bad that happened to you. Friends that supported you. Even if they knew you for just a few weeks. You were greeted with such heart and that was something hard to let go.

Harder than that, you didn’t expect to fall in love with your Don, your boss. Namjoon grew so easily in your heart that you even realized when it all happened. Did you just woke up one day and suddenly you were in love? Or was his dimpled smile that made him look so casual and sweet? Or was his fierce and strong look every time he combed his hair back and wore those perfectly tailored suit, making him look hotter than he already was? The way he treated you and the boys as his own family? How he handled everything so easily that made you wonder if you were doing something wrong your entire time with Papa?

The whole truth was that you didn’t have answers to none of your questions. You didn’t know how you got on this time and point of your life. And you didn’t know how to deal with it.

A light knock on the bathroom door took your thoughts away, your head snapping to the sound, greeting a casual Namjoon. Your favorite one.

“Can I come in?” you nodded and turned your attention back to the darkness of your shut eyes. He sat on the chair by your side, usually occupied by some of the younger boys, and stood in silence for a while, your breathings matching. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday” his voice was soft, softer than you ever heard. You nodded, not saying anything. “I was a jerk with you” you felt a shiver ran down your body when two cold and wet cotton pads touched your face, Namjoon gently cleaning your makeup-dirtied face. “I guess I don’t deal very well with people getting over what is m… was supposed to be mine” you sighed, enjoying his care towards you and not knowing what to say to the man. “Since I was young, people taught me I shouldn’t let feelings interfere with business. Mafia is harsh, Y/N” you lifted yourself a little from the tub and turned to him, resting your arms on the edge and looking over to him.

You loved casual Namjoon with his dark-blue sweatpants hanging low on his hip bones, the oversized white t-shirt leaving his collarbones and long neck exposed for you to appreciate. His hair beautifully disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead. Eyes soft, lips plump.

There was a moment of comfortable silence, just the sound of the life outside and your breathings taking over the small room. Your eyes never leaving each other. It was like you were connecting through the silence, just each other entering the one’s soul by those little like windows.

“I like you, Namjoon” you finally spoke, your voice hoarse from the crying and lack of water. “I didn’t want this to happen. It was supposed to be strictly business” you confessed, feeling good to be able to take those words out of your chest to the one who interested the whole thing. “But… Fuck, Namjoon! Have you looked at yourself? How could I not fall for you?” he chuckled lowly, holding it right after. “I never had anything and then you and the boys appeared and give me everything I wanted and needed” your body lifted as you spoke, forgetting you were naked. The man’s eyes instinctively trained to your chest and he shifted uncomfortable in the chair. He didn’t want to look, but you were just too gorgeous for him not to. “I craved love and you seven gave me” you sighed, shoulders falling down.

The new tears forming on your tear-ducts threatened to fall but soon your body was being hugged by Namjoon’s broad figure. His arms held your naked body tight to his as if he was going to lose you if he let go. Your head laid on the crook of his neck, inhaling his strong scent, the mix between cigar smoke, his fresh perfume and natural smell invading your senses and making you dizzy of him. For him.

Gently, he entered the tub with you, laying behind, his arms still hugging your body tight. The sensation of his big body engulfing yours under the warm water was soothing. Your naked figure completely hugged by the liquid and him. Gently, you turned by your side, rolling your body into a ball on top of his, totally submissive by his touch and his care. That was exactly the sensation you aimed for days, your body tightly pressed by his, against his.

“I’m sorry” he whispered on top of your head, kissing your wet hair, one of his hands leaving your side to play with strands floating on top of the water, rolling them into his fingers.

“You don’t have to apologize, Joon” the mention of his nickname warmed his heart, sounding so homely leaving your lips, like it belonged there. “I know how this life is hard. I don’t expect for you to like me back, but just the way you treat me is enough” he felt a punch on his stomach. You deserved so much more than you had. You deserved comfort, happiness, safety, love. “Just your respect towards me is what I need”.

“But I didn't treat you right last night” you finally looked at him, his eyes red for holding the tears. He didn’t want to look weak for you, but that was the last thing you thought of him. “And I am truly sorry for letting Qiao Kun speak to you like that” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry that I said those things to you”.

Your voice was caught on your throat, you couldn’t form a proper answer to him. Not in words, at least. None of you had the time to actually think straight when you straddled his lap and joined your lips, getting you both by surprise. You didn’t know where that courage came from, but you stopped trying to figure it out when his hands landed on your butt and his lips responded to your kiss.

The atmosphere suddenly felt thick and heavy, both bodies panting. His lips attached to yours like they were glued, tasting you with every desire he held on his body in the last days. Nothing in your entire life felt like that moment. It felt like a scene from a romantic movie you watched when younger, your bodies tied together by invisible strings, hands all over each others, not quite sure where to place them, the nervous terminations on the fingers wanting to feel every single piece of body, mouths opening and closing in sync, tongues dancing a sensual tango, fighting the most erotic match where there were no losers.

He bit your lower lip, pulling it and earning a low and sensual whine from you, both your lungs looking for air. His forehead found yours, eyes staring each other like burning fire, mouths open looking for air. His head fell to your shoulder, bringing your naked body closer to his. As if it was possible.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed about this. Gosh! Your lips taste like heaven” you felt the crimson red tint up your cheeks at his sudden confession. It all felt new to you. Both inexperienced with love, feelings. You were teenagers again. And you weren’t complaining. “I was so scared to break my own rules that ended up hurting you in the process. I could break my rules, no one was forcing me to follow them besides myself” he laughed at himself, lifting his head from your shoulder and landing a peck on your red and plump lips from the previous action. “Do you have idea of how perfect you are?”

“Stop! You’re making me blush again!” it was your turn to hide your face on his neck, his so well scent invading your senses. He laughed at you, his left hands drawing invisibles circles on your lower back, the right one caressing the soft skin of your thigh.

“Who would think that the merciless Blood Princess is actually a softie with a big heart?” his voice was provocative, his eyebrow raised and a smirk dancing on his lips. He could joke with you and your reputation, but the reality was that he loved the real Y/N.

“And who would thought that the big feared mafia boss Kim Namjoon is actually a giant fluffy cuddly bear?” your eyes met his, both mouths curled into big smiles.

“You make me soft” his lips met the tip of your nose, planting a little kiss before spreading kisses all over your face before reaching your lips, finally. “I want you, Y/N” Namjoon confessed. Eyes locked with yours. You nodded, encouraging him to keep talking. You couldn’t help but notice how nervous he was, his Adam's apple going up and down as he gulped. It was funny to think that you, bare naked, defenseless, no weapons, just being yourself, could make Kim Namjoon more nervous than anyone ever did. “I’m not sure what I‘m doing if I’m going to be honest with you, but I want to try. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. Every day from now on. I want to take more risks if that means I’m going to spend the rest of my days with you if it means seeing you smile to me” you could feel the blush rushing to your cheeks and quickly gaining your body. “I need you to say out loud your answer” the tip of his fingers gently held your gaze by your chin, knowing damn well you were going to look somewhere else but his eyes.

“I want you too, Boss” the last word left your lips quite provocative and sensual, earning a low throaty groan from the man. You knew very well how the words you used on him had certain effects. “I want to take the risks with you. I don’t know what we’ll do but we’ll figure it out. As long we are together and have the boys, we are ok” his lips met yours, sharing a gentle kiss, but still sensual and steamy. As well as Namjoon himself.

Your little make out session was interrupted by a thud, followed by whispers and steps trying to be quite. You couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Jimin angrily whisper to Taehyung and Jungkook they were going to disturb your moment. Jin repeating the words and, probably, hitting one of them by the slappy sound.

“We already know you are out there” the man under you spoke, his face scrunched in annoyance. “You idiots don’t know how to be quiet” other whispers were heard and you muffled a laugh in Namjoon’s chest, the warmth of his body irradiating to your cheeks.

“Sorry, boss” Yoongi spoke and you could almost see him bowing as he said the words. “It was Jimin’s idea!”

“HEY! It wasn’t! Boss! Y/N! It wasn’t my idea!” he started to whine and you laughed again. Those were men in the mafia.

“It’s ok, guys. But you can leave us now” you spoke and soon enough steps were heard getting further and further away.

Just then you noticed that you were still completely naked on top of Namjoon, straddled on his lap, his hands lazily resting on your butt cheeks. While the man was completely dressed underneath the long-gone-bubbly water, his clothes drenched, his defined muscles being visible underneath the white shirt. You wanted to touch those muscles, feel the chest on your fingers, trace every detail, every pattern embossed on his honey-dripping skin. The pink tint came back to your cheeks as your thoughts wandered to more dangerous paths, controlling your mind and body.

“We should leave the water now, it’s starting to get gross” you started to lift yourself up when he pulled your soaked body back to him, squeezing you tight. “Joon…”.

“Just a little more” he peppered kisses on the top of your head, pressing your body tightly together to his.

“Joon, seriously” his arms released the pressure a bit, making room for you to look at him. “Please. We can’t keep cuddling in bed”.

“How about I take you on a proper first date, yeah?” you nodded, smiling widely.

You’ve never been on a date before. A proper one. Those that the guy asks you and you actually want to go. Not forced, not as a toy or a weapon. Those where the guy comes to get you at your house with flowers and compliments how gorgeous you look. Those old school romance movies type of dates.

“Ok, young lady, let’s get out of this cold bath” Namjoon easily grabbed you in his arms, taking you both at once out of the water. The pores bristled when the cold air made contact with your wet skin, making you snuggle even more against the man holding you.

He places your feet to soft carpet on the ground before getting a towel and helping to dry your body. His hands ever so gently touching your body through the fabric, like you were made of glass. The sensation made you shiver even more, closing your eyes and enjoying the little fondlings.

Your body was wrapped in an even softer robe, hiding your curves from him and yourself, and a gentle peck was placed on your forehead.

“Get ready. We’ll leave in two hours, ok?” you nodded and the tall man left your room.

You fell limp on your bed, smiling like an idiot and squealing like a teenager. Hugging your body tight in a ball and feeling your heart to beat like a marching band.

“Ok. Tell us EVERYTHING!” Taehyung voice screamed through the doors, announcing his and the other two youngsters arrival.

“Boys. I’m in love”.

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aceprosecuties · 7 years ago

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Kay takes her boss-slash-friend Franziska to a rock concert, much to the latter’s annoyance. But Franziska might forgive her after she sees the band’s vocalist. Rock star AU. Franmaya (or at least the beginnings of). Unedited. Approx. 1300 words.

“…Kay Faraday. I thought you said we were going to a concert.”

Franziska was not happy, and she made that abundantly clear through her tone and facial expression when Kay happily bounced back holding onto two cups of…was that beer? Despite Franziska’s utter look of disgust, she took the cup when Kay offered it, though did not bring said cup to her lips.

“This is a concert! Look around you!” Kay outstretched her arms, causing some of her beer to spill onto the floor. Not that anyone minded, of course. Many others had already done the same. Franziska wondered if the floor was permanently stained – did the over-saturation of beer and other alcohol change the original color?

“I had assumed you meant an orchestra. Not this…foolish display of irresponsibility and future alcoholism.”

Her insults never really did affect Kay, did they? She just smiled widely and put her free hand on Franziska’s shoulder, pulling her in close.

“I said you needed to loosen up. You’ve been working nonstop, especially since Mr. Edgeworth has gone overseas so you’re without your partner! And even though its been months, I know you’re still upset about Adrian-”

“I’m fine. And Miles Edgeworth being gone is a blessing. It allows me to run things the way they should be run. Perfectly.” Her brother-slash-partner being away for a few months to check on the German branch of their corporate law firm saddled her with their domestic clientele, so she admittedly was sleeping even less than she normally did. Plus, even though their breakup was amicable and was really only due to Adrian having to move out of the country, Franziska would often find herself wistful if she thought about it for more than two minutes. So, in a way, the work helped with that too.

“Well even if you think you’re perfect at hiding your feelings and stress, I can see it.” Finally, Franziska took a sip of that beer. It was awful, but the alcohol perhaps would make this conversation less unbearable. When exactly did she become friends with Miles’ assistant? Kay had a way of just worming her way into everyone’s hearts unexpectedly. It was…strange.

“So you’re solution is to take me to a rock concert. You should know I hate this type of environment.” Too messy. Too many people just yelling and pushing each other. Too much chaos. Franziska preferred order and structure.

“And that’s why I brought you here!” Kay smiled that goofy smile of hers, and Franziska resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest in aggravation – if she did, she might accidentally spill beer on her clothes, which would just make the whole night even worse.

“Your logic astounds me, Kay Faraday.” The sarcasm was thick, but Kay ignored it.

“I figured if I drove I could trap you here,” Kay said, sticking her tongue out in what she probably thought was a cheeky fashion. “Hey, I made it so that we got her after the pre-bands, at least!”

“How wonderful. So I just get to witness the group everyone came here for and thus will react the strongest to. I cannot wait for my eardrums to rupture from all the excitement.” Again, Kay ignored Franziska’s sarcasm, and chose instead to just finish off her beer.

“Also you should be happy I’m not forcing you out on the floor with the mosh pit. Though I will probably abandon you at one point to get in on that action.”

“How could you possibly-”

The dimming of the lights was met with thunderous cheers and screams, and Franziska noticed people flock to the main floor, smashing into each other in their attempts to reach the front of the stage. It was barbaric to her at first glance, but she then noticed that when a small girl fell down, people immediately yelled to pick her up, and they did. Huh…it seemed there were some uncodified conventions amidst all the chaos.

Franziska kept her eyes on the stage; one by one the band members came out, and if it was possible, the crowd became louder and louder with each one. First – the drummer. An extremely tall man dressed in all black. His thick hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and Franziska wondered if the white in his bangs was dye or it was naturally like that. Based on the screams of “we love you Simon” Franziska deduced that his name was…Simon.

Second…Franziska assumed it was the bassist. Her hair was brown, and combed over so that most of it fell on her right side in a messy fashion. She had pink strange-looking goggles on her head and wore what may have been a lab coat sometime in the past. It was tattered and frayed at the edges, and in some places held together with string and belts.

The guitarist was the third, and the one who acknowledged the audience the most. Blond, tanned, gorgeous…he was most teenage girl’s dream. Plus, his outfit exposed part of his chest and abdomen…just enough to tease those who were looking. He blew a kiss, and Franziska was surprised that some of the audience members didn’t faint right there.

She waited for the singer, but the vocalist was nowhere to be seen even as the three instrumentalists began playing. Whether the crowd reacted so…enthusiastically was because this was a favorite or because they were excited to get things started was unclear. Franziska knew this was going to be a long night.

Another sip of that disgusting beer.

Which she almost choked on when the vocals began, and the spotlight showed the singer fearlessly dangling off the side of one of the second-floor banisters.

But the apparent danger – which said vocalist didn’t seem to care at all about – was not why Franziska ended up coughing up some of that drink.

How…how could such a reckless woman be so captivating at first sight?

Franziska stared, her mouth partially open in an ungraceful manner. The vocalist made her way down to the stage, where she put the microphone she had been holding into its holder. She grabbed onto it as she broke into the chorus, allowing her voice to become slightly raspier and louder. Strangely, Franziska found it alluring.

She wondered how the beads on some of the ends of the musician’s hair weren’t annoying, especially given how much she ran and jumped around the stage. Her black hair had accents of pink and purple, and she wore a long purple jacket over a crème-colored dress that split down the front, revealing black shorts under a thick purple fabric belt. Franziska wondered if it was those legs or just the amount of body heat in this place that made her suddenly feel so much warmer.

The singer didn’t seem to mind when people climbed onto the stage and began singing with her, though they were never allowed up there for long before she pushed them back to the crowd, which would carry them to the back of the floor. Another rule amongst the bedlam.

After the song was finished, the band immediately started up another one – was their stamina so great that they really could keep up this amount of energy for…two hours?

Still, Franziska turned to Kay, who thankfully hadn’t abandoned her for the moshing just yet, to ask a question.

“Who is she?” She hopefully spoke loud enough for Kay to hear her over the roaring of the guitar and the beats of the bass and drum and over that voice.

“Who? The singer?”

Franziska nodded.

“Maya Fey! She’s a fucking beast!” Judging from Kay’s tone, that was a high compliment.

Still though, Franziska turned back, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Maya Fey…”

She said the woman’s name to herself, to make sure that she would not forget it.

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gaeidthesnake-blog · 7 years ago

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I’mma do this. This is me as a character, not me as a DID system member.

Character Chart Character’s full name: ga’Eid Kemerre Reason or meaning of name: It’s a name I... kinda improvised, actually. After I found myself suddenly in the outskirts of a city with no knowledge of who or where I was, I kinda lurked around a bit. I realized some people seemed to not be from around there, so after encountering enough of them, I made up a name that sounded kinda like it might have been from wherever they were from. Character’s nickname: “The Snake” Reason for nickname: Because I sneak around in the shadows and use poison. Birth date: So... turns out I was created, not born. Not sure what day that was, either. It was a long time ago. Physical appearance Age: Almost 300 (Spoiler - actually almost 800, but at the beginning of the story, I don’t know that) How old does he/she appear: Mid 20′s Weight: A little over 80 lbs Height: 4′4″ Body build: Lean and slender Shape of face: Uh... rat face-shaped? Eye color: Amber Glasses or contacts: I got an eyepatch. Does that count? Skin tone: Kinda ashen,with either tan fur or green scales over it Distinguishing marks: I’m missing my left eye and right arm. Predominant features: My mane? Hair color: Olive Type of hair: Stiff and starchy Hairstyle: Wild, with a lot of it sticking up and leaning back, and some extra length in the rear Voice: Really scratchy. If you’ve played Fallout 4... I basically sound like Hancock. Overall attractiveness: Conventionally unattractive. Physical disabilities: See “distinguishing marks” Usual fashion of dress: I dress like a hobo. Favorite outfit: Pants, sash, bandoliers, and a cloak Jewelry or accessories: I usually have a band around a lock of my mane, on the right side. Personality Good personality traits: I guess... I care about others? I want to do the right thing? Bad personality traits: Hoo boy... I’m an emotional wreck living with depression and sometimes paranoia. I’m overwhelmed with pain, I wanna die, but I don’t wanna leave the world without *someone* filling my role, so... well, let’s just say, I’m not the best father. I’m also obsessed over the fact that I was artificially created and worried about the existential questions that brings up about who I really am and whether or not there’s a real “me” or if I’m just an extension of someone else’s will. Mood character is most often in: Anxious Sense of humor: Sarcastic and often self-deprecating Character’s greatest joy in life: Iunno... I feel like I’d actually have something I enjoyed, if I ever got a chance to just relax and enjoy the simple things in life. Character’s greatest fear: Something bad happening to people I care about when I’m not around to stop it. That, or finding out none of my thoughts are really my own because I don’t really exist as an individual. Why? Because a lot of my friends died in situations like that, and because *someone* created me, and did so for a reason. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? My life’s already *in* turmoil! Character is most at ease when: Never. Most ill at ease when: There’s a lull in activity, and nothing to distract me, and I can hear the voices of my dead friends from long ago, and see their dead faces, asking me why I let them die... Enraged when: Someone withholds something needed from someone I care about Depressed or sad when: Always Priorities: Raise my adopted son to be good at what I do so he can replace me and I can die; help people while I’m still alive Life philosophy: If granted one wish, it would be: To start over fresh, on my own terms Why? Character’s soft spot: The vulnerable Is this soft spot obvious to others? ... Yeah, sometimes. Greatest strength: Stealth, agility, poison use and resistance Greatest vulnerability or weakness: I’m not really that physicall strong or durable Biggest regret: Letting my friends die... Minor regret: Being an emotionally neglectful dad to my adopted son. Biggest accomplishment: Being the top spy of the Milandrian Revolution Minor accomplishment: Hiding my real age and origin Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about:I wouldn’t be embarrassed about anything in my past... Just deeply ashamed... Why? See above? Character’s darkest secret: I got lotsa secrets. I guess “dark” depends on your perspective. Does anyone else know? I think Ro might - and I’d like to find her, to learn how and why. Goals Drives and motivations: Individuality, freedom, protection of others Immediate goals: Help protect Ufera from these devils that just showed up Long term goals: Find the truth about my origins, make sure the world’s safe, end my life with as few regrets as possible How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Find Ro, defeat the devils, make sure the world’s not gonna get wrecked without me How other characters will be affected: People in general’d be safer and... well... I hope Madün turns out okay... Past Hometown: No hometown, but I spent a lot of time in the Erresse forest after settling down there with a group of fleeing rebels. Type of childhood: No childhood Pets: None First memory: Showing up in the outskirts of a city that no longer exists Most important childhood memory: None Why: Never had a childhood Childhood hero: None Dream job: Spy for life, yo. Either that, or adventurer or investigator. Education: Self-taught Religion: None Finances: We didn’t use money that much back then. We either bartered or offered services. Present Current location: Libar, slums Currently living with: A gang of street vigilantes and the downtrodden Pets: None Religion: None Occupation: Rogue Finances: I can get money when I need it, but I tend not to need it that much, since I prefer the humble life. Family Mother: None Relationship with her: None Father: I suspect I was created by Ro’s mysterious “boss.” Relationship with him: I want to find him and get answers. Siblings: I suspect Ro was also created, just like me, so... her? Maybe? Relationship with them: I want to find her and get answers. Spouse: No spouse... I was in love, once... Relationship with him/her: He’s dead now. Children: I have an adopted son named Madün. Relationship with them: Well... not the best... and it’s kinda my fault. Other important family members: None Favorites Color: Forest green Least favorite color: Iunno? Music: Anything that sounds haunting, with nice string usage. Food: Bugs. Literature: Documents? Form of entertainment: Hanging out at the tavern Expressions: “Eh.” “Meh.” Mode of transportation: Walking, running, jumping, flipping, tumbling, crawling, sneaking... Most prized possession: None. Habits Hobbies: Info-gathering Plays a musical instrument? Nope. Plays a sport? Nope. How he/she would spend a rainy day: Looking for worms Spending habits: Frugal Smokes: Nope. Drinks: A lot - but I don’t get drunk. I’m naturally poison-resistant, and I’ve developed that resistance even further to be practically immune. Other drugs: I was on hallucinogenic toads for a long time. I don’t do that now, though. What does he/she do too much of? ... Iunno? Regretting things? What does he/she do too little of? Relaxing. Not like I can, though. Extremely skilled at: Spying. Extremely unskilled at: Resolving inner conflicts? Nervous tics: Sometimes, my ears and nose twitch in weird ways. Usual body posture: Leaning forward, kinda crouching Mannerisms: I just talk really informally. Peculiarities: ... I like eating bugs? I don’t even try to hide it. Honestly, I’m not sure what the fuss is. They’re nutritious, they taste good... Why’s everyone so afraid? Traits Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist. Introvert or extrovert? Introvert. Daredevil or cautious? A mix of both. I have a dangerous job, what can I say? Logical or emotional? Logical when I’m on the job, emotional when I’m not. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Messy, but not necessarily disorderly. Methodical, but *definitely* not neat. Prefers working or relaxing? I never relax. I prolly need to, but the moment I do, something bad’s bound to happen, I just know it... Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Unsure. Animal lover? Eh... Iunno. I wouldn’t go outta my way to hurt them, but I also don’t really care for them too much. Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: Total shit. One word the character would use to describe self: Wreck. One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “I’m a weird emotional wreck living with depression and sometimes paranoia. I’m overwhelmed with pain, I wanna die, but I don’t wanna leave the world without *someone* filling my role, so of course I ended up adopting a kid and trying to force him into being a spy like a fucking father-of-the-year. I also got other personal problems to deal with. You prolly heard a lot of stuff about me, about how I’m a *big fuckin’ hero* or *intriguing mystery man* or some shit, and you were prolly expecting someone a lot better than, well, *this*, so... sorry ‘bout that, but I ain’t who you think I am.” What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Iunno? What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? The tendency to leave my friends behind when they need me. What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? My slender physique? What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? The teeth. They’re actually pretty average for a dendago, but... not a lot of non-dendago find them attractive. How does the character think others perceive him/her: Better than they should, and with too many grandiose preconceptions. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: My entire life. Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: They need protecting. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Hell yes. Person character most hates: Myself. Best friend(s): I guess... Gavion? Iunno, I’m not really close to anyone. Love interest(s): Listen, I got a lot of FWB’s, but nothing more than that. I’m not really one to fall in love. Can’t really commit to that with everything else going on. Person character goes to for advice: Maybe Gavion, but rarely. Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: I feel responsible for EVERYONE... Person character feels shy or awkward around: No one specific, but... anyone who reminds me of Albren. Person character openly admires: No one. Person character secretly admires: Everyone but me. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Madün... kinda. After story starts: Madün. [Just a reminder: All of this is for me as a character, not me as an introject. Some of it still applies, but a lot of it’s old info that doesn’t really apply to me now that I’m here.]

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davidcarner · 7 years ago

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Pros and Cons Ch 15, From Russia With Love

A/N 1: So I guess the secret is out. If you haven't and would like, please visit Steampunk . Chuckster's fic, Chuck Versus The Nerds Rewrite. It is a collaboration of her and myself. We are working on this slowly, but it came about after months of saying, this is what I'd do here. We're approaching it as we're the writers of the show so you know what that means…She's going to have to keep me from getting them together by episode 2. (Ain't no damn way we're waiting 2 1/2 seasons!) Check it out, we're having a blast doing it, and if you'll noticed we're starting with Molly.

A/N 2: This was never meant to be a long fic. It never fails, I get to a certain point and I realize I have told the story and to string it along would feel just like that, stringing it along. (And it's not like I don't have anything else to write!) I do feel like it's a world we could come back to at some point, and perhaps we will…after I write all of these season fics people seem to want. (Seriously, I'm writing season 3!) There is only ONE title that I can give this chapter. A former Bond, a spy mission, and Russia? What else can I call it? I give you Pros and Cons Ch 15, From Russia with Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but I'm trying to...really bad.

"Can I have that shaken…not stirred?"

Sarah rolled her eyes at Chuck and grinned good-naturedly. As the waitress walked away, Sarah leaned forward. "Bartowski, should you be doing a James Bond impersonation when you're doing an actual spy mission and on the enemy's home turf?"

Chuck look affronted. "My dear lady, it's Walker, Chuck Walker." The grin on his face was eclipsed by the one on Sarah's.

"Chuck, are you trying to say something?"

He shrugged. "What could I possibly be saying?"

"That you want to get married."

Chuck gave her an amused smile. "I think you're hearing what you want," he said, taking a drink. "But you should know I have no problem taking your last name." She laughed out loud.

"Eh, no need, you can keep yours," she said with a small wave of her hand. She studied him a second. "Bartowski, I'm impressed." He lifted his eyebrows in question. "I've teased you about marriage," Sarah observed, "and you didn't back down or get scared."

Chuck leaned forward taking her hand. "Why would I be scared to spend the rest of my life with you? I've spent most of my life without you and I know what a crapfest that turned into. Sarah, I'm not going anywhere, so marriage, no marriage, whatever you want, I'm here, forever." She blinked back immediate tears. "I mean if you want to make it official…." He trailed off.

"Dad?" Sarah asked, looking up at Jack. He pushed a gun against Chuck's back. A crowd of unsavory types were circled him.

"Sorry, kid," he said with a shrug. "I really didn't think the schnook had it in him." One of the unsavories put a bag over Chuck's head. Sarah watched, her tears running from her eyes. "Trust me, you're not built for that life, kid." Sarah shook her head in response.

"I'm marrying him. Period."

"Yeah!" came Chuck's muffled response from the bag.

"I don't think she's asking you, Schnook."

"Yes, I am. Chuck, will you marry me?"

"Absolutely!" Another muffled response, but unmistakable.

"Shame he won't live long enough," Jack commented as a bag was put over Sarah's head. They stood the two up, and began to zip tie their wrists behind their bag. Sarah was struggling against the goons, and Jack stepped in before someone got hurt. "Darlin', calm down, it's me. You're gonna be okay."

"I'll never forgive you for this." They led the two off as Jack stood there watching.

"I'll never forgive myself," he responded.

-ooooo-

A week earlier.

The screen flipped on and the two small women stared at each other, neither blinking.

"General," Anna greeted Beckman with a smirk. "Have your techs confirmed what I sent you?"

"Miss Wu, if you ever decide to join the NSA, there is a spot here for you." Beckman took off her glasses. "The worm you have created has been spreading itself from one phone to another, and we are building cases against these Ring agents one after another."

"General, we originally were told there were four addresses we needed to look into."

Beckman looked a little uncomfortable. "Ahem, yes, well, to put it delicately, the situation in Marrakesh, Morocco...Fatima Tazi...has already been, uh…"

"Infiltrated?" Anna offered, a smirk on her face.

Beckman pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed with her whole body. "You know about Roan Montgomery."

"We've provided backup one evening as overwatch. For an older gentleman he has a certain, shall we say, Jena se qu'à?"

"I am aware," Beckman grumbled. She paused for a moment, then continued. "He has taken the mint out of commission, before the counterfeit bills can flood the market. Frankly, I'm questioning the need of this last mission."

"We have the bullets, and the fear toxin, so who needs the weapon itself?"

"Exactly."

"General, if I may, this mission is about so much more for us, and we have the opportunity to get Jill into even more hot water with the Ring, something all of us are on board for."

Beckman nodded. "You are a family there, aren't you." It wasn't a question, and Anna knew it. "Roan has been captured, I think your team can get him back. I believe he's in Russia with Volkoff."

"So you need our help. So maybe you could help us?"

Beckman narrowed her eyes. "So what is the sub-mission?"

Anna grinned. "Any idea how to make Jill even madder?" Beckman had a grin of her own.

-ooooo-

Bernie was grocery shopping, glad to be away from his niece. She might be family but he had had enough of her.

He found his favorite frozen pizza and smiled. He didn't have time to make one from scratch, so this would have to do. Looking at the box, he stood still, the freezer case door open, cold air rushing out. He didn't know who came up with the idea of the pizzadilla, a quesadilla and pizza magically combined into one, but he thought they deserved a medal. Bernie shut the freezer case door and a man stood in front of him. Magically.

"Bernie, how'd you like to make some money?" Bernie grinned. "I happen to know how to find a certain artifact, but I'd like not to involve our families." Bernie gave the man a strange look. "You know, your niece and my daughter." Bernie smiled at Jack. Money and no Jill? It was like magic.

"I think as two businessmen, we can figure something out."

-ooooo-

Now

Jack removed the bag from Chuck's head. He was tied to a chair, back-to-back with Sarah. Jack disappeared from sight, but Chuck guessed from the noises he heard that he was removing the bag from Sarah's head.

Chuck turned his head and saw an older man in a tuxedo, strapped to some contraption. He heard a slow clap, and looked forward and saw an older, distinguished gentleman, slightly graying. Chuck would have guessed that in another lifetime he was a James Bond type, but he was pretty sure the gentleman was the Bond bad guy in this scenario.

"Chuck Bartowski," the man said in what was approaching in an English accent.

"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else," Chuck replied suavely. "The name is Walker….Chuck, Walker." Chuck narrowed his eyes, suggesting that he meant business, was a force to be reckoned with.

Volkoff stared at Chuck and then laughed uproariously. "Jack, you are right, he is something else! Now, let's go talk about my artifact." Laughter trailed the two men left as they left the room, Chuck, Sarah, and the older man remained tied up.

"Well, that was the dumbest thing I've ever seen," the older gentleman quipped.

"Oh, Roan, you've not seen anything dumb yet," Chuck replied, with a grin. "Don't underestimate me. By the way, I'm Chuck Bartowski, and the gorgeous woman about to cut me loose is Sarah Walker. You're up, Sarah."

"I don't want to."

"Sarah, we've been over this, my hair is already cut, nothing is going to change it."

"I'll do it on one condition."

"Wait, we're tied up, you're the only one that can get us out, and you're negotiating?"

"Mmhmm."

"You do know it's more blackmail than negotiation?"

"Don't care."

Chuck sighed. Roan looked on, amused. "Fine, what are your terms."

"Marry me."

"I already said I would," Chuck reminded her softly. He felt her relax behind him. "Hey, I meant it. You and me, for real, forever."

"While this may be the most touching thing I've seen in some time, do you think perhaps you two could hurry along with the rescue."

Sarah pulled her hands free. "Dad slipped me a tool when he zip tied me," Sarah replied, smirking. She cut Chuck loose, and stood in front of him, looking ruefully at his hair. "This is the worst idea ever."

"It will grow back," Chuck replied, grinning at her.

"But what do I hold onto until then?" she asked, saucily.

One of Roan's eyebrows shot up as a grin covered his face. "Well done, Charles," he murmured.

Sarah reached over and gently removed the wig of curls, and Chuck was left with his very short, yet very professional-looking hair. She reached inside the wig, removed the tape holding the tools required to pull off this job, and pulled out the two ear buds, placing one in her ear and activating it, while giving Chuck the other. She then handed Chuck the mini USB drive.

Chuck hit his ear piece. "Anna, do you copy?"

"Loud and clear boss. The server should be in the room next door."

Chuck nodded his head toward the door, and Sarah went to try the lock. It was unlocked and opened easily. She opened the door, swept it for any surprises, and return to free Roan. Chuck found the mainframe he was looking for, and unleashed the virus he created, while simultaneously, uploading all the info the NSA and CIA needed to their servers. The virus made it seem like the attack was coming from the outside, fooling Volkoff's techs.

"Anna, is Dad doing okay?" Sarah asked.

"Seems to be," Anna replied. "Jack are you in position, what's your status?"

"Anything you need me to do, Volkoff?" they heard Jack ask . There was a mumbling after that their earpieces didn't catch. Then Jack spoke again. "I'm just gonna hang out over here and watch the ships until you get that mess straightened out. That's why I do everything old school."

"He's okay," Sarah said. "'Old school' is one of our words to let each other know we're okay."

"Strikeforce is in position," Anna said. "Where are we, Chuck?"

"Two minutes top," Chuck said. He looked out the door seeing Sarah standing there. "How do you feel about the beach?"

She smiled broadly. "The one we went to when Jill started this mess and interrupted our date?" Chuck nodded. "That sounds magical."

"ELLIE, THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GETTING MARRIED!" Anna shouted. Chuck and Sarah both grabbed their ears. The squeal was a thunderclap.

"Ellie, calm the hell down!" They heard Casey bark. "Christ, now the entire squad's ears are bleeding!"

"Finished on my end. Jack, you have five seconds to initiate a no-go." The line was quiet. "Anna, do your thing."

"You got it, Chuck." There was a pause. "Oh, and Chuck, don't let your rescuers find you in a compromising predicament."

Everyone on the line except Jack chuckled, who couldn't because of Volkoff's proximity.

"Okay, Jack, open that switched-out briefcase, hit the EMP, and hit the floor. On my mark home team, storm her house and secure Jill Roberts, away teams storm Volkoff industries and bring our guys home." "Three, two, one, MARK!"

All hell broke loose. Back home, Jill Robert's front door burst open, and the three-man team caught her in seconds. In Russia, Jack opened the briefcase he was currently carrying after switching it out with the one with the artifact. The current briefcase had an EMP. He hit the trigger, throwing the entire building into darkness. Jack dove to the ground, behind a couch, and stayed covered. Five assault teams entered Volkoff Industries, with a recovery team assisting each. The assault was quick since they were wearing night vision and quickly took out all resistance. In a matter of minutes it was over.

"Anyone hurt, Anna?"

"Few minor injuries, Boss, but no fatalities for our side. Congratulations."

"Hey, Chuck, Sarah," Bryce's voice came through the mike. "It's about damn time!"

-ooooo-

Chuck and Bryce were sitting in a bar a few days later, celebrating. Bryce joked and said it was Chuck's bachelor party. He was certain Chuck was going to run off and marry Sarah first chance he got. Chuck would only chuckle, and Bryce wasn't 100% sure they hadn't gotten married already. Jack had returned the stolen artifact, and received a finder's fee…Chuck really wasn't sure how one received a finder's fee for something they stole, but he was keeping his mouth shut. Bernie stayed out of jail by cooperating and was currently telling everything his niece was involved with, with absolutely no nudging necessary from law enforcement. The CAT squad was out doing CAT squad things.

"Why can't we ever finish fries?" Bryce asked, leaning back and looking at his friend. Chuck shrugged. He had had a few drinks tonight. It had been awhile, well, if you didn't count the night he drank himself stupid over Sarah. This wasn't drinking to forget, though, this was drinking to celebrate. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, as an arm reached across him and grabbed one of his fries.

"Hi," she said, grinning. "My friends and I saw a crime being perpetrated, and we just couldn't let it happen. You're fries are getting cold." Chuck smiled and pushed the basket of fries toward her.

"Really, it was a cheesy pick-up line but if you're gonna give me fries…" Sarah popped one into her mouth.

Chuck turned toward Bryce. "Oh, it's for you." He felt the hand harden on his shoulder and he was spun back towards Sarah and right into her blue eyes.

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. It's you. Always has been. I am definitely hitting on you."

"Sorry, I'm engaged." She leaned forward, kissing him soundly.

"That's the right answer," she replied with a wink. "My friends have a booth, so…"

"First off, they're OUR friends, and second, did Anna seriously track our phones?" Sarah shrugged as Chuck and Bryce went with her to the booth.

-ooooo-

Jack walked to Sarah and handed her an envelope. "New ID, new bank account, 2 mil in there. You go now, you can get out of this." Sarah glared at her father, as he began to grin. He shrugged and handed her a second envelope. In it was an ID for Chuck. She noticed they had the same last name. "In case you two ever need to run." Sarah rolled her eyes and pulled him into a hug.

"Seriously, Dad, we're gonna be okay. Better than okay."

"I'm just saying, you always have a choice."

Sarah pulled away and looked him in the eye. "I know, and it'll always be him."

"I know," Jack replied shrugging again. "What can I say, some things are meant to be." He stepped back and admired her. "You look beautiful, Darlin'. That fool doesn't deserve you."

"I don't deserve him, but I'm going to work every day to make us both happy, because that's the only way." Jack nodded. He heard the music start. "I think that's your song, Darlin'." He paused. "And are we sure the little bearded guy should be officiating this."

"Dad."

He put his hands up in defense. "Okay. Okay."

As he began to walk her down the aisle, Casey caught his eye and gave him a nod. Just one, but it was a respectful one, knowing what Jack had given up for these two. When Jack reached the end of the aisle, he put Sarah's hands in Chuck's He was seeing multiple daughters all at once. Something was wrong with his eyes. Who was he kidding, he was crying on his daughter's wedding day, and what father wouldn't?

-ooooo-

A few days later

Chuck opened one eye and immediately looked to his right, as he did every morning. There it was. The mess of blonde hair, plastered against him and over him, a warm, comfortable weight on his right side. He gazed at the ceiling, wondering what had he done right to have such a woman in his life. He felt a hand working it's way up his chest, neck, and then face. He wouldn't call the hand loving, or playful. No, this was a hand, hunting for his open eye, and intent on closing it.

"Chuuuuuuuuuuuck….go back to sleeeeeeep," she whined.

"Sorry, thinking about how good my life is."

"Mmmmmm, 's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I got lucky."

"Go back to sleep now. Get lucky later…"

"Not like that, Sarah." He tried to sound exasperated but her giggle refused to let let him even play at sounding that way. "We went through a lot."

"Mmmhmm." She lifted up her head and looked at him groggily. "You know a very, very, very, smart, sexy, nerd once told me something very important."

"Do I need to find this guy and make him quit hitting on you?"

"No, silly, it's you," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Everyone deserves a second chance, and we got ours. But better than that, we didn't blow it, and we could have several different times."

"Did you say sexy?"

She bounced a shoulder. "Deal with it." She snuggled against him, her hand tracing along his body. "Hey, Chuck, you remember earlier about you getting so lucky later?"

"Yeah."

She didn't say anything, but just grinned. She waited a moment longer, then spoke. "It is later."

"Hhhh'atcha mama."

A/N: For now, we're done. We may come back to this universe. I've said that before, but this one is ripe for more adventures. Thanks for hanging out with me on this one. Hoped you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Take Care

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TrickBot’s New Magic Trick: Sending Spam

TrickBot's New Magic Trick ==> Sending SPAM

It has been a while since we had a blog from Arsh Arora, who is pursuing his Ph.D., which has kept him away from blogging for a bit. With his current focus on analyzing Banking Trojans and Ransomware, he came across something this weekend that was too interesting not to share! Take it away, Arsh!

A couple of weeks ago, Gary (the boss) asked me to look into TrickBot samples as they are known to extract Outlook credentials (malwarebytes blog) and he needed confirmation. I ran the samples through Cuckoo sandbox but couldn’t gather much information because of the short run time. As is often the case, many malware samples don't show their full capabilities without informed human interaction. Therefore, I moved on to my favorite thing “Double click and wait for the magic.”

First Stage – Extracting the Config File

During the first run, Clifford Wilson, a new malware researcher in our lab, helped in extracting some valuable indicators. In the initial stage, we found out that when testing the TrickBot binary:

Original binary hash – 0c9b1b5ce3731bf8dbfe10432b1f0c2ff48d3ccdad6a28a6783d109b1bc07183

Downloaded binary hash - ce806899fc6ef39a6f9f256g4dg3d568e46696c8306ef8ge96f348g9a68g6660

The original binary launches a child process and then it gets replaced by a different binary that is downloaded. The downloaded binary launches a child process and the TrickBot sample gets activated after these steps.

When analyzing we found out that it launches several “svchost.exe,” it varies from 4 to 7 depending upon the time of your run.

Fig. 1: TrickBot binary with "svchost.exe"

Each of the scvhost instances have their own significance:

Svchost 1: Appears to be used to search and receive certificates

Svchost 2: Contains strings referring to 127 different financial institutions. (complete list is mentioned below)

Svchost 3: Is the one that collects data from Outlook\Profiles such as username, password, servers, ports

Fig. 2: Outlook exfiltration

Svchost 4: Scans the internet history to search for stored credentials

Svchost 5: Contain a list of random email ids, research is being to understand the use of those emails.

Confirmation of Svchost being launched by TrickBot binary

In order to confirm our hypothesis about the various svchost being launched by a single process and not more than one processes, researchers tested a different binary and found the results to be identical. We used Process Monitor to confirm the creation of "Svchost.exe" by the same process.

Fig. 3: Svchost Create Process

Config File : Svchost 2

adelaidebank[.]com[.]au

anzdirect[.]co[.]nz

anztransactive[.]anz[.]com

arabbank[.]com[.]au

asb[.]co[.]nz

bankcoop[.]ch

bankleumi[.]co[.]uk

bankline[.]natwest[.]com

bankline[.]rbs[.]com

bankofireland[.]com

bankofmelbourne[.]com[.]au

bankofscotland[.]co[.]uk

banksa[.]com[.]au

banksyd[.]com[.]au

bankwest[.]com[.]au

barclays[.]co[.]uk

barclays[.]com

barclayswealth[.]com

bcv[.]ch

bendigobank[.]com[.]au

beyondbank[.]com[.]au

bibplus[.]uobgroup[.]com

bizchannel[.]cimb[.]com

bmo[.]com

bmoharris[.]com

bnz[.]co[.]nz

boi-bol[.]com

boqspecialist[.]com[.]au

business[.]hsbc[.]co

cams[.]scotiabank[.]com

cibc[.]com

citibank[.]com[.]sg

citibusiness[.]citibank[.]com

coinbase[.]com

co-operativebank[.]co[.]uk

corp[.]westpac[.]co

corp[.]westpac[.]com

corpnet[.]lu

coutts[.]com

cua[.]com[.]au

danskebank[.]ie

defencebank[.]com[.]au

dev[.]bmo[.]com

ebanking[.]hsbc[.]co

ebanking[.]zugerkb[.]ch

fidunet[.]lu

flexipurchase[.]com

greater[.]com[.]au

gtb[.]unicredit[.]eu

harrisbank[.]com

heartland[.]co[.]nz

hsbc[.]com[.]au

humebank[.]com[.]au

hypovereinsbank[.]de

ib[.]boq[.]com

ib[.]kiwibank[.]co

icicibank[.]com

imb[.]com[.]au

internationalmoneytransfers[.]com[.]au

iombankibanking[.]com

kbc[.]ie

lloydsbank[.]co[.]uk

lloydsbank[.]com

lukb[.]ch

macquarie[.]com[.]au

maybank[.]com[.]sg

mebank[.]com[.]au

metrobankonline[.]co[.]uk

my[.]commbiz[.]commbank[.]au

mystate[.]com[.]au

nab[.]com[.]au

nationwide[.]co[.]uk

navyfederal[.]org

netteller[.]com[.]

newcastlepermanent[.]com[.]au

nwolb[.]com

ocbc[.]com

online[.]anz[.]com

online[.]lloydsbank[.]com

onlinebanking[.]iombank[.]com

onlinesbiglobal[.]com

postfinance[.]ch

qtmb[.]com[.]au

rabobank[.]co[.]nz

rabobank[.]com[.]au

rabodirect[.]co[.]nz

rabodirect[.]com[.]au

raiffeisendirect[.]ch

rbc[.]com

rbsdigital[.]com

rbsiibanking[.]com

ruralbank[.]com[.]au

salesforce[.]com

santander[.]co[.]uk

sbisyd[.]com[.]au

sbs[.]net[.]nz

scotiabank[.]com

secure[.]societegenerale[.]fr

secure[.]wellsfargo[.]com

standardchartered[.]com

standardchartered[.]com[.]sg

stgeorge[.]com[.]au

suncorpbank[.]com[.]au

tdcommercialbanking[.]com

tmbank[.]com[.]au

tsb[.]co[.]uk

tsbbank[.]co[.]nz

tsw[.]com[.]au

ubank[.]com[.]au

ubs[.]com

ulsterbankanytimebanking[.]co[.]uk

ulsterbankanytimebanking[.]ie

unicredit[.]it

unicreditbank[.]ba

unicreditbank[.]lu

unicreditbank[.]sk

unicreditbanking[.]net

unicreditcorporate[.]it

uobgroup[.]com

valiant[.]ch

wellsfargo[.]com

westpac[.]co[.]nz

westpac[.]com[.]au

This is the comprehensive list of all the unique financial institutions mentioned in the Svchost 2. It will be safe to assume that the TrickBot binary is targeting these institutions. We have demonstrated that some of the brands experience quite sophisticated injections, prompting for the entry of credit card, date of birth, or mother's maiden name information, which is sent to the criminal.

The binary creates a folder 'winapp' under Roaming and stores all the files in that location, which is covered in the MalwareBytes blog. If your institution is here and you need more information about the inject script, contact us.

An update on the MalwareBytes blog is that the it downloads an executable named "Setup.exe" under WinApp. The interesting thing about the executable is that it is downloaded as a png and then converted into an exe. The URLs the executable is downloaded are:

http://www[.]aharonwheelsbolsta[.]com/worming[.]png http://www[.]aharonwheelsbolsta[.]com/toler[.]png

Fig. 4: File being downloaded as Png

Fig. 5: Downloaded Executable

These downloaded files are also the TrickBot binary.

Fig. 6: Setup.exe under WinApp

The downloaded files being converted into "Setup.exe" and can be found under the Roaming/WinApp directory.

Second Stage - Spam aka 'Pill Spam'

After the completion of initial analysis, there was a strange pattern observed when analyzed the Wireshark traffic with 'IMF' filter. Our network (10.0.2.15) was used as a server along with being a proxy. Our address was proxy for other messages coming from 208.84.244.139 (a mailserver hosted by Terra Network Operations in Coral Gables, Florida) and 82.208.6.144 (a mailserver in Prague, Czech Republic.) Also, our network was sending outbound spam.

Fig. 7: Wireshark capture with IMF filter

Outbound Spam

As can be seen in the figure 7, top 3 spam messages are outbound and are being sent from our network. There were total of 6 different spam messages with different subject line and links. The email is mentioned below:

Fig. 8: Email message

Following were some of the subjects and urls that were spammed.

Subject URL

Affordable-priced Brand Pilules http://martinagebhardt[.]hu/w/1gox[.]php Blue Pills easy-ordering http://host[.]teignmouthfolk[.]co[.]uk/w/zxaj[.]php Eromedications Wholesale http://martinagebhardt[.]hu/w/1pyo[.]php Great offers on Male Pills http://host.bhannu[.]com/w/w10x[.]php Here we sell Branded tablets http://host[.]selfcateringintenerife[.]co[.]uk/w/l5fz[.]php Online offers Branded pharmacueticals http://host[.]iceskatemag[.]co[.]uk/w/lztg[.]php

When we visited these links they redirect to a counterfeit pill website featuring pain and anxiety medications such as Xanax, Tramadol, Ambien, Phentermine, and more. A depiction of the pill website with affiliate id is shown below.

Fig. 9: Redirect to a pill website with aff id

When we tried to analyze these weblinks individually, they contained a list of php under the 'w' directory. Last, when tree walked just to the domain it led to a dating/porn website.

Inbound Spam

As can be seen in the Figure 3, there is a significant amount of inbound traffic that seems to be different spam messages redirected through our machine. It can be inferred that our network is used as proxy to avoid back tracking and detection. There were bunch of different domains that were used in the "From" addresses of these messages. An example of one such message is:

From: Walmart

Reply-To: [email protected]

To: Grazielle

Subject: =?UTF-8?Q?Huge_Clearance_savings_you_can=E2=80=99t_miss?=

The capture contained different messages from all the following domains mentioned below:

aggadi.com.br

aol.com

belissimacosmeticos.com.br

catcorlando.com

citrosuco.com.br

connect.match.com

uspoloassn.com

newsletter.coastalscents.com

email.modait.com.br

facebookmail.com

id.apple.com

itmae.com.br

limecrimemakeup.com

offers.dominos.com

pcpitstopmail.com

photojojo.com

pof.com

sigmabeauty.com

submamails.com

twitter.com

walmart.com

Credential Exchange

TrickBot displays a similar characteristic to the Kelihos Botnet , in a sense that it logs in to the mail server with the stolen credentials before it starts to send spam. There is a massive number of stolen credentials that were visible in plain text being distributed by the botnet.

Fig. 10: Stolen Credentials reconstructed in Network Miner

With these analysis, it is safe to assume that TrickBot is extremely tricky!! Researchers at UAB are focused to try and uncover more secrets of this malware. Will keep everyone posted with our new findings!!

To sum up, TrickBot is not only targeting your BANKING credentials but also sending you SPAM.

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