#and you've got the group we see in the flashback. and then like. some guy whos like ''...i can change the color of energon''

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

Thank God for that stupid interview

Not proof read Im sorry!! rushed ending a bit but wtv. Can be read as stand alone but part 1 is stupid interview

pairings; page x famous actress reader

Summary; flashbacks to Paige being lowk obsessed with Josephine then into the relationship up to the draft.

Warnings; none, (bad writing), they say fine shyt (bc Paige is fine shyt)

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Paige pov:

1 year ago;

"Paige you dont even like horror movies why do you want to see this one so bad?" Kk asks but before I can respond Azzi laughs and replies for me

"She's been obsessed with the actress in it forever thats the only reason" Azzi finishes which makes everyone we're out with turn to look at me with teasing smiles and more questions about who it is.

The only reason Azzi knows exactly who is because when we were 20 she forced me to watch some crappy rom-com where I saw her for the first time. That was the first time I ever understood the appeal of a celebrity crush.

"Oh she's seen like every movie Josephine Carter has been in. It's actually insane" Azzi says

"Oh my god is that what she's always watching on her iPad smiling like crazy?" Kayla asks

"okay bro ya'll gotta shut up. Yes she's my celebrity crush but can you blame me? She's insanely hot and a good person. Like bro come on half the people in the theater probably are here for the same reason I am"

"Yeah thats true I looked her up you're right Paige she's fine" Kayla says turning the phone to show the group of us in line for popcorn.

A litany of damns and I see you Paige followed from the group as they all smiled as Paige got visibly red.

"Aight now that y'all know im right 'nd shit how 'bout we turn around 'cause we're up next in the line"

6 months ago;

"Bro that movie was so good oh my god"

"Paige you just liked it because she wore a practically skin tight suit the entire time" Kk says laughing at me

"Nah the plot was so good bro like come on"

"Mhm WE know the plot was good but I looked over at you a couple times during the movie and you were locked out on the plot" Ice says

"OH MY GOD she looked like that TikTok sound thats like blah blah proper names place names backstory stuff" Azzi says laughing

"Okay maybe you guys are right but I payed attention to most of the movie. Not my fault she's so fine"

3 months ago;

"Ok so boom! I brought trufru for you Paige!" Kk says when she enters my room where we're all hanging out

I barely even register her though because im scrolling on my phone and am currently on a search rabbit hole of Josephine Carter clips and edits. I feel a dip in the part of the bed next to me and know it's Kk that just threw herself onto my bed with Azzi and Carol.

"Watching edits of yo bae?" Kk ask me looking over my shoulder

"Im deep into this search rabbit hole"

"P you've been starring at your phone like a little kid at Christmas for 20 minutes" Azzi says

"yeah whatever" I say as I switch back to my fyp with Kk still looking over my shoulder. But even when I switch back every other video is an edit or clip of Josephine

"BRO SHE'S ALL OVER HER FYP TOO" Kk says

the night of the interview;

I watched the interview live obviously, I always do.

She knows me. The Josephine Carter said she watches women's basketball and that she likes uconn.

"SHE KNOWS WHO I AM"

everyone in the room turns to look at me confused.

"Paige who or what are you talking about?" Jana asks confused

"Josephine Carter... SHE DID THIS INTERVIEW AND SAID SHE WAS A FAN OF US OF UCONN OF ME LOOK OH MY GOD"

I hand them my iPad for them to watch for themselves and quickly grab my phone and open TikTok where people already started tagging me in clips of her.

"OOOO P looks like you're her favorite for the same reason she's yours!" azzi says smiling at me

"This is actually the greatest day of my life"

Today;

I see her name pop up on Kk's phone requesting to be on live. Oh my god oh my god ohmyogd this isn't real I mean I know she's a fan after last night but she's actually a fan if she's on our live right now. I can feel myself blushing so hard knowing she's watching me and I cant do anything to stop it.

Kk added her to the live and I tried to talk but no words come out, she's so beautiful and her voice and her sense of humor everything about her is so perfect I forgot how to speak a couple times.

She leaves the live and goes to walk her dog but I see she followed both me and Kk on instagram. We immediately follow her back and I dm her.

Suddenly I have this new found confidence now that I remember I actually have rizz.

'So im fine shyt?'

its lighthearted because kk practically exposed me on live on how obsessed with her I am but she also exposed herself last night on the tonight show so I think we're pretty even right now.

25 minutes later I get a reply. not that I was counting how long it had been or anything.

'ok bro u know ur fine shyt or u wouldn't be talking like this'

'nah but srsly u comin to a game or what?'

'I want to but honestly id only go to the final four game'

'so what ur sayin is that if I win a natty I can finally see u in person?'

'yeah thats the requirement'

'alr but if ima be winning a whole championship JUST to see you then your gonna let me take you out after'

'ill go out with you. but only if you win'

'oh ima win the natty...then the girl'

Josephine pov:

ive officially died and gone to heaven because there's no way the finest woman ive ever seen is talking about wanting to take me out on a date after winning herself the championship her team deserves.

There's actually no fucking way.

time skip to sweet 16 game;

Me and Paige have texted non-stop. We FaceTime everyday multiple times a day and fall asleep while on the phone too. We've been talking since the end of February and I really want to see her.

Over the course of us talking these past weeks ive also become well aquainted to her teammates / best friends. I get along with them and we reply to each other stories now and everything.

That's why I asked Azzi if it would be crazy to buy tickets to see the Sweet 16 game. She said it was a great idea and even insisted I take her extra court side ticket so I could have a good view. She made a joke about how I wear contact and that my prescription was so strong that even with them on I still wouldn't be able to see Paige from any other seat. She kinda had me there.

Paige didn't see me at first. She was so locked in and was playing so good. It was insanely hot watching her in her element. Obviously Ive watched her play over the year of watching Uconn but seeing it in person is a whole different thing.

At halftime Azzi told me to go to the tunnel so there I was standing when Paige came back out from the locker room by Azzi pushing her. Paige was about to complain and say something but the second she saw me she instantly dropper her attitude with Azzi and gave me the biggest hug ever.

"you came?"

"I had nothing better to do on a Tuesday night then see my favorite teams game"

"I dont even know what to say im so glad you're here and that I get to see you're pretty face in person finally"

"My pretty face? Paige you look so good when you're locked in, it should be illegal"

Paige laughed lightly at my comment then tells me she's gotta get back but that we'll talk after. She says something about having to turn it up a notch now that she knows her girl is here making me and Azzi, who's been waiting to say hi to me herself, laugh. I hug Paige goodbye and then say a quick bye to Azzi as well before going back to my seat.

Paige really does turn it up and end up with a new career high at the end of the night. 19 points in like 5 minutes before she gets subbed out because they're so ahead. Woah. Obviously she's Paige Bueckers. Talented, Amazing, Passionate, but tonight was a whole different level and it was incredible.

Later she finds me and we all go out with the team to celebrate their win. A few of them bring their girl friends too who I meet and really end up liking Aubrey girlfriend. We all party and have fun until Paige came back to the booth where I was sitting with Ice, Carol, Kk, and Azzi, we were all tired from dancing and our feet were hurting by now.

"Hey ma you having fun?" Paige asks me putting her dirty Shirley down to slide into the both next to me.

"Yeah but my shoes were just making my feet hurt so I had to sit down" I say glaring down at my feet

"c'mere" she said grabbing my feet and putting them in her lap then using her hands to rub soothing circles into my legs

the rest of the night was like that mostly. Paige didn't have to do anything the next day and I had an open 2 weeks until I started filming in Dallas for 10 months for a new movie.

We played in bed and doordahsed some wingstop and talking about everything from how proud I am of her for her 40 points to how draining it can be to pack up my life for months at a time having to restart with every project I do.

timeskip to draft (im so lazy sorry guys);

They won. Uconn finally got their storybook ending and more importantly my lovey amazing girlfriend Paige Bueckers got hers. Now we're here at the draft sitting at her table with her family. I thought the purple set was bad but when she came out in the all black suit I knew I was done for. The DEEP slit has me salivating to the point where im sure people at home have already clipped the way im practically eye fucking her right now but can you blame me?

She;s going to go as first pick in the draft. FOR THE DALLAS WINGS. to say im so excited is an understatement. The second her name got called our plan solidified. I was going to be living in Dallas for at least the next 10 months for a movie am going to start soon. But my agent called saying that they want me to do a series that got picked up. Which is also filmed in Dallas. Adding a year to my timeline. At first I was scared to tell Paige I was going be moving to Dallas Texas.

My lease for my apartment in New York was almost up so It's the perfect time right now. But since she will officially be living out there now too. It ended up working out perfectly.

Paige pov;

Me and Josephine are both moving to Dallas. I can help but think god has had the way I feel right now planned out for me. After everything I;ve endured. The way I feel right now is worth it. National Champion with my best friends in the world, #1 pick in the draft just like ive always dreamed, and moving to a new city would have been a bit sad compared to alll this but my girlfriend has to move there too. I cant help but Thank God for that stupid interview.

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sorry for the rushed ending I lowk lost motivation but hope you guys enjoyed!

Im thinking about writing an actual series soon so lmk if u have any idea for it in the comments

athletic trainer reader?? Hopkins P?? Lmk!!

[ggukiepie]

one of your girls (pt. 2) (jungkook x reader)

we go 'round again, we jump back in bed that's what you do when you love somebody these bad omens, i look right through them that's what you do when you love somebody bad omens by 5sos

pairing: jungkook x fem oc

tags: smut, angst, fluff, fuckboy!jk, fwb rel, oc is...she thinks with her heart <//3, college au, jungkook is sus and a bit mean but is oc any better ? hmmmm

warnings: kissing, fingering, protected sex, mirror kink, backshots wooo but make it romantic, light choking, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare, cuddling :o

word count: 6k

a/n: weeeee part 2 is finally here !! sorry this took so long yall. i have two more parts to release for this series (flashback then part 3). anw happy reading !! uhhhhhh the ending..dont scream at me :D / part 1 / drabble i (flashback)

taglist: @yuwaimo @haileycannotcometothephonern @hoseokteardrop @hoodrejects @agrika @joonwater @moonchild1

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It's sunny today which calls for hanging out at the quad. It's what you and your friends usually do to take advantage of the rare warm days. Jihyo's busy bickering with Mingyu, you don't know what they're really talking about because you're busy re-writing your notes. You haven't seen Jimin yet but he texted the group chat saying he's just buying food. And Jungkook...well you don't know if he's going to show up today. You haven't talked to him since that night. It's just been three days anyway.

You feel someone sit down beside you and you notice it's Jimin. He's wearing those skinny jeans he loves so much because he says it makes his ass look nice. You roll your eyes every time he mentions that.

"Cool guy alert," Mingyu suddenly calls out. You whip your head up to stare at Jimin who's wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses you've ever seen, it's covering half of his face already.

"Too sunny for you, Jiminie?" Jihyo teases this time.

You all watch Jimin silently as he removes the sunglasses. His left eye is bruised and it's ugly and purple and almost black.

"What the fuck," Jihyo says to break the silence. "What happened to you?"

Jimin doesn't say anything yet, just simply fixes his hair and shakes his head. You can tell he's trying not to get angry because his jaw is clenched.

"Jimin?" you whisper.

"It was Jungkook," he says gruffly. Your heart stops again at the mention of his name. Why would Jimin and Jungkook fight? Their friendship is pretty solid and they always get along well. You've never seen them annoyed at each other.

Your eyes flit to Mingyu and you think he knows what happened because he's silent, no hint of surprise on his face. He's looking down at the table while playing with his food.

"You guys never fight," Jihyo interjects. "What happened?"

Jimin turns to face you and you suddenly think you know why. You don't want to say it yourself but you think you've got an inkling why Jungkook punched him. You just hope you're wrong.

"You need to talk to him," Jimin tells you, completely ignoring Jihyo's question. You nod silently and check your phone to see if Jungkook has texted you at all. Of course he hasn't. Typical. But you'll find him today. You don't know exactly what went down but Jimin telling you to find him confirms your suspicions. It's enough to get you mad, your body heating and tensing up in simmering anger. You don't mind what Jungkook does to you, how he hurts your feelings without intending to, how he treats you like you're some disposable object, like you're just there always on the sidelines waiting for him. What you can't tolerate is Jungkook bringing both your friends into your situationship. What goes on between you and Jungkook should stay between you both and that's it. You can't handle him hurting Jimin as well.

There are a few places where you think Jungkook might be. You walk to the cafeteria first and search for him in the crowd. He's not there so you head to the library instead and your heart drops the moment you see him talking to some girl.

"Hey," you practically shout, suprising the people in the library and yourself as well, even. You're usually never this angry. Never address someone in such a venomous way. But you can't help but feel irked at what Jungkook's done.

He looks back and his eyes widen at your angry form. It only lasts for a second before he smirks and walks closer to you.

"Yeah?" he says, all smug and cocky.

"We need to talk."

Then you turn around and start walking out of the library, could hear Jungkook walking behind you already. Girl he was talking to all forgotten.

Surprisingly, you end up at his place.

You walk into his living room, ignoring him when he tells you to take a seat on the couch.

"Did you punch Jimin?" you ask right away, wanting to get this stupid issue over with.

You watch as his jaw clenches, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He looks at you for a moment, eyes in slits at your hostility. "And what if I did?"

"What the fuck was that, Jungkook?" You look at him with stern eyes and could tell he's angry as well, chest rising up and down in quick breaths.

"Don't mess with my friends," he says.

"Jimin is my friend too!" you retort. "What happens between me and Jimin has nothing to do with you."

"Just—"

"Just what, Jungkook?" you cut him off. "You had no right to punch Jimin like that. Why'd you even do it in the first place?" You place your hands on your hips as you wait for him to answer you, puffing out a breath in frustration.

He looks a bit lost, eyes darting from side to side to look for an answer. The longer the silence goes, the shorter your patience gets.

"Well?" you prompt.

"Just don't, alright?" he says lamely. You roll your eyes. "You can sleep with anyone else except—"

"Who the fuck gave you the right to tell me who I can and can't sleep with?" You're almost screaming now but you don't care. This push and pull with Jungkook is making you so angry you want to punch him. You walk up to him and shove at his chest but he barely stumbles back. It just angers you even further. "I don't even give you shit when you sleep with other girls!" You continue pushing him back, practically punching his chest now. "It's not like you agreed to be exclusive. You said it yourself that you still wanted to fuck around. That was the agreement."

Jungkook grabs your wrists to stop you from pushing him. You watch him clench his jaw as he makes eye contact with you. "What if I want to take back what I said?"

"What?" you mumble dumbly, all the fight leaving your body.

He lets go of your wrists and takes a step back. You watch him pace back and forth in his room. "What if I want us to be exclusive?"

You say the first thing that comes to mind. "You're lying." He must be. He's just trying to lure you in, get him on your good side again.

He looks at you dead in the eyes and it seems like all the anger and frustration is leaving his body as well. He looks defeated and tired, and you're sure you look the same. "I'm not. I never lie to you."

"You do, Kook," you say quietly. But you're not saying it to make him feel bad. You're simply saying it because it's the truth and both of you know that.

He sits down beside you on his bed and buries his face in his hands. You watch him and try to keep your tears at bay.

"Kook, if this is some sick joke—"

"It's not," he says all of a sudden. "What if I want us to be exclusive?" he tries again.

You don't like it when he looks at you like that. Like you matter to him. Like he actually cares. Like he feels the same way as you. Looking into his eyes is too much so you turn your head away and stare at the wall instead.

"Why?" you whisper.

"Because..." he tries. "Because—"

"Because what, Kook? Suddenly you don't like the idea of me sleeping with other guys? But you can sleep with other girls? And if I say yes to you, what'll happen then?" you say harshly. "Huh? You're gonna forget about me? Just use me whenever you want?"

"It's not like that, sweetheart." He tries grabbing your hand but you shake him off. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, suddenly wanting to be away from him. Being near Jungkook clouds your senses and makes you act irrationally.

"Don't call me that." You feel your lips trembling and you're pretty sure tears are streaming down your face. "I don't know what you want from me, Jungkook. You can't even explain why you want us to be exclusive."

He mirrors your expression, big doe eyes suddenly teary as well. "I'm sorry," he chokes out. It stays silent after that. You nod to yourself. Maybe this is the best explanation you'll get. You gather your things and mumble a goodbye. You exit his bedroom and Jungkook doesn't chase after you. At this point you don't expect him to anymore. You bump into Mingyu and Jihyo upon exiting Jungkook's apartment. They call out to you but you ignore them and speed walk out of the building.

Your heart hurts. Like, it physically hurts. You know you should feel happy with what Jungkook's just told you. It's what you wanted ever since you fell for him. But why are you pushing away? Why don't you want to believe him all of a sudden?

Because you used to. Believe him, that is. Used to look at him all starry eyed with whatever he said. Said yes to whatever he asked. Looked at him like he can achieve world peace. Something stupid of the sort. Wore your heart on your sleeve every time you were with him. Even when you weren't, now that you think about it.

You always showed your feelings through your actions. He just showed his feelings through his words.

It's different but it's the same. This time you don't believe him. Stopped believing his words some time ago. Always knew there was some lie beneath his words. Always doubted what he said. Or just brushed it over your shoulder. Never let it settle in the crevices of your heart, which is sadly just filled with him. Him, him, him.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

You should feel sorry for yourself for how much he's changed you without even trying to directly. You never thought you'd have to change yourself for a man. But here he is, making you doubt him and the world. You were never like this before.

You thought love was easy. That if it was the right person, everything would fall into place naturally. You didn't know love would be like this. That you'd always be cautious, always had your walls up, looking over your shoulder. That you had to fight for love, or that it hurt so much you found difficulty in breathing.

But is Jungkook the right person?

It's not something you want to answer yourself, because you'll get hurt either way. You just brush the thought aside like you do with your feelings.

You don't go back to your apartment because you know Jihyo thinks it'll be the first place you go to. Will barge in your room because she has a spare key. Is confrontational and protective of you like that, she'll ask questions right away.

But you don't want to think of what just transpired. You want to forget. Move on. Not sure if that means moving on from Jungkook entirely (you doubt you ever will) but you just want to forget about today.

So you keep walking. No destination in mind, you just let your feet walk you to wherever. Away from campus. Walking through some random park. Eventually, you end up at a Korean BBQ. Don't realize the meaning this place holds till you're seated. It's Jungkook's favorite restaurant. He brought you here twice.

Now you're here alone. You start feeling pathetic. Who the fuck goes to a restaurant like this alone? You scan the area—you see couples, friends, families eating together. But you're alone which means you have to grill the meat alone. Serve yourself. Eat by yourself.

You order two bottles of soju. Might as well be drunk while looking pathetic.

You think you've made a good decision. The food is good and you're doing everything yourself so you have no time to think about other things. Or people. Person.

You flip the meat only to see that you've flipped it too early. It's not properly cooked yet. Jungkook always knew when to flip it at the right time.

You sigh. That was what, twenty minutes of him being out of your head? At least it's progress. Somewhat.

After a while you decide you can't inhale anymore food. You'll probably explode. But a happy tummy is a happy heart. Or whatever people say. You're drunk, can't think straight. You're drunk but not stupid, so you ask Jihyo if she can pick you up.

She simply replies otw and is outside the restaurant ten minutes later. She comes in full force—which is really just Mingyu and Jimin with her in the car. It's Mingyu's car, anyway, so you expected to see him. You don't know why Jimin's with them, but you don't mind. Seeing your group of friends eases the ache in your heart even more. Even though one person's missing.

You don't mind. Well, just a little.

You smile at them as you walk to the car while Jihyo runs out of it to give you a big hug. She doesn't say anything as she rubs your back soothingly and you don't cry on her shoulder like you normally would. You're too tired of crying. Being sad.

You don't say anything as the both of you get back in the car. They don't ask about what happened and for that you're grateful. You don't want to process it yet, anyway. Don't think there's much to process. You love Jungkook and he doesn't love you back. Simple.

Your friends fill in the quiet pretty well. Jimin goes off on some tangent. You don't really know the topic. But Jihyo's interjecting from time to time. Mingyu makes a joke and it has all of you laughing. Eventually you get to Jimin's place. It's the usual hangout spot. A one bedroom apartment with a nice balcony. Not too big but not too small either. Just right for the four of you.

Usually five.

You don't know what transpired after you left Jungkook's place. How Mingyu and Jihyo saw you running out with tears down your cheeks. You don't know and you don't ask. You all watch a movie together. All fall asleep in Jimin's living room. Will complain about your backs hurting the next morning but you don't care. It's nice to be around them.

You leave Jimin's place the morning after. You, Mingyu and Jihyo leave because Jimin shoos all of you out. Says he has an exam to study for. He'll probably complain about it during lunch. Tuesdays are reserved for lunch with each other. Out on the quad, if it's sunny enough. In the cafeteria otherwise. You're not sure if Jungkook will show up. You doubt he will.

Mingyu and Jihyo walk you home. You shower and get ready for class. You move as if you're on autopilot. Shower. Get dressed. Get the right textbooks. Lock your door. Walk to class.

You put yourself in this bubble, in this false sense of security that things are ok. You'll be okay. You've been through a lot and you're still here standing, breathing, living. This? This is nothing.

You just have to give yourself time. Have to push your feelings away. Out of sight, out of mind. Don't think it works like that when it's about your feelings. Whatever. Your heart will mend itself back to place.

But what makes a heart whole? It's people, mostly. It's your friends. Your family.

Jungkook.

Always gonna be Jungkook.

And you're back at square one.

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jk (sent two weeks ago): can we talk?

jk (sent one week ago): hi

jk (sent one week ago): can we talk pls?

jk (sent five days ago): y/n?

jk (sent three days ago): im so sorry, y/n. i just want to talk. please.

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It's been two weeks since the incident and your group hasn't been complete ever since. Either Mingyu and Jihyo are with Jungkook, or with you. Things are starting to change for the worse, and it's making you sad.

At least Jimin and Jungkook have made up already. You don't know the details exactly (because you didn't ask), but you've heard that they've started hanging out again.

You and Jungkook?

You haven't replied to any of his texts. You haven't seen him for two weeks. It's weird. It feels like there's something wrong, something off. Like there's a small pebble in your shoe. Like there's a nagging voice in your head telling you to go back home because you forgot to unplug your straightener.

Like you're missing a piece of you. This hole in your chest that leaves you feeling empty.

You miss Jungkook. And not just the sex. You also miss the friendship. The intimate moments.

You don't have the courage to ask about him, to text him back or look for him. Frankly, you're still hurt from what transpired and you think you might just break if he hurts you again.

It's even raining today. The cold and gloomy weather dampens your mood even more. You baked cookies to try to cheer you up. You used to love baking but haven't done so in a while, you're not really sure why. But you needed an extra pick me up today.

You're holding the tupperware of cookies close to your chest when you walk in the cafeteria, looking for your friends. You always bake extra for them—love the looks on their faces when Jihyo counts all the cookies first and divides it accordingly, when Mingyu gets more than what he should have, when they all fight over the last piece.

When Jungkook would ask if you had extra cookies back at your place.

You don't think that'll happen anymore.

You spot your friends by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, next to a large window where the rain hits it outside in a steady patter.

You see Mingyu who's taking to Jimin, Jihyo typing something on her laptop.

And there's the missing piece, beanie-clad head hung low, tattooed hand busy writing on his notebook.

You feel your heart lurch in your chest. You stop walking, not minding that you're blocking the way.

You take deep breaths to calm your nerves. You have to see each other at some point. And also, you don't want your friends to feel awkward anymore.

You continue walking again and because the universe wants to torture you even further, the only available seat left is right across Jungkook.

"Hi," you chirp, trying to sound as cheery as you can as you sit down. Mingyu, Jihyo and Jimin all look at you in surprise, then Jimin starts talking about his day to fill in the awkward silence. The three of them try to make things go back to normal. You would've laughed at the looks of your friends' faces (sans Jungkook, because you refuse to look at him) if you didn't feel so nervous.

You join in the conversation as well, not an ounce of sadness shown on your face. You don't want your situation with Jungkook to affect the rest of your friends.

The both of you never address each other directly, but you do feel him looking at you from time to time.

You place the cookies in the middle of the table. Like old times, Jihyo counts all the cookies and tells everyone they can only have three pieces each. Mingyu eats more than three. The three of them fight over the last piece, Jimin proposing that they battle it out through rock paper scissors.

You're laughing at the scene in front of you. Good thing you saved some for yourself back at your apartment.

Amidst the chaos, you feel Jungkook lean over the table to whisper in your ear.

"You got more cookies back at yours?"

Your body stiffens at the proximity. Usually you'd say yes. He'd follow you home, make some small talk while you place cookies in a ziplock for him, then he'd hug you goodbye.

That was before the agreement. It was essentially the same routine when you started sleeping with each other, though of course he'd stay a little bit longer.

You turn your head and look at him for the first time. You will yourself not to cry, to steel your emotions.

He looks so soft, so comfy like he just rolled out of bed. He's wearing a beanie to tame his curls, and he's wearing one of his oversized shirts paired with gray sweatpants.

He smells good too. And you realize that you really, really miss him.

"Yeah," you say just as quietly. You feel your heart lighten, but your head's screaming at you to reject him.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else and neither do you. You wait for your friends to finish eating and once everyone stands up, Jungkook walks to your side. Jihyo looks at you quizzically but you just shake your head, silently telling her not to voice out anything out loud. You say your goodbyes and start walking towards your apartment, Jungkook right beside you.

It's silent. And a little bit awkward. You're thinking of what to tell him, whether he wants to talk about what happened, or he just wants your damn cookies.

You close the door behind the both of you and you immediately walk to your small kitchen, grabbing the container of extra cookies and putting some in a ziplock, like you usually do. You feel from the corner of your eyes that Jungkook's watching you, and you feel like your heart is about to burst at what he might say.

"About that night..." he starts.

You sigh and drop the cookies on the counter, turning to him to look at him directly. For the first time in a while, Jungkook looks nervous. Fingers fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"You know I like you, right?" you suddenly say.

"Yeah," he answers right away without a beat of hesitation.

"Then I want to stop whatever it is we have between us."

You watch Jungkook's face for his reaction. How his eyes widen, how he clenches and unclenches his fists, how his chest rises up and down in quick beats.

"Why?" he simply asks.

You bite your lip in thought, thinking of the right words to say. "I can't let you treat me like shit anymore, Jungkook. It's not healthy for the both of us. I don't know how you feel or what you want but look," you sigh. "You punched Jimin because what? Because I slept with him?"

"What if I want us to try?"

Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, for your heart to lurch in your chest, body seizing at the question. Acting the same way you did when he asked the first time.

"Try?"

Jungkook nods, lips pursed as he walks closer to you. "You and me. Let's try. No more fooling around with other people." He swears under his breath as he comes to stand in front of you, both arms caging you against the counter. He breathes out and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed like he's tired.

You're tired as well. But you let him do what he wants. Like you always do.

"(Y/N)," he starts to say. "Look, I— The thought of you sleeping with someone else... It made me crazy," he laughs dryly.

You lean back and scrunch your eyebrows at him. "Jungkook, I'm not some object for you to be possessive over. You just can't—"

"I don't mean it like that," he says, looking at you directly now. Your knees would've buckled at the intensity of his gaze were it not for your body leaning on the kitchen counter. "I just mean..." He turns his head to look away. "I just mean I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else anymore. Doing the things we do."

You open your mouth in reply then close it again when you realize you don't know what to say. You've been waiting to hear this confession for so long, but now that you've heard it, you're suddenly not happy. You're unsure. Guarded. Hurt.

"Jungkook," you whisper unsurely.

He turns his head back to you, gaze right on your lips before he locks eyes with you again.

"We can try. Please," he whispers. It's weird seeing Jungkook this way, all vulnerable and desperate. Begging. Usually, you'd be in his position. Not the other way around. "I promise this time."

You feel your resolve slowly crumbling. All the walls you've built up from your last interaction with him come falling down. You should hate yourself, you really should. But you know where your heart lies. What it wants. That you'd take any inkling of love he'd give you. Even if he may not mean it. Even if it might not last forever.

"Okay," you say, and the moment you do, you see the most beautiful smile grace his face. It makes you smile as well, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head to say no. "But we start slowly, alright?"

He nods his head, smile still there, body slowly pressing against yours. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck and your arms automatically go around him.

"Kook," you sigh. "We should probably talk first—"

"In the morning, baby," he says in between the kisses he's placing on your shoulder. "I promise."

You play with his hair while Jungkook does what he wants. Kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, up to your jaw. It's playful at first, big smooches echoing in your apartment. Then it starts getting heated the moment you feel his tongue on your skin.

"J-Jungkook," you stutter.

He grips your waist and lifts you up so you're seated on the counter. "You drive me crazy, I hope you know that."

You smile at him and say nothing else as you grab his face towards yours, finally reconnecting your lips with his. It's soft and sensual, no sense of urgency like how you usually kiss. Like how Jungkook had somewhere to be after. Or that he wanted to get it over with.

He's taking his time now by the way his lips mold slowly against yours, like he wants to map out how you taste, how you feel, how your tongue feels like pressed against his.

You stay like that for a while, just kissing and basking in each other's presence. Jungkook holds your waist firmly like he doesn't want to let go. Frankly, you don't want him to either.

You start getting antsy so you grab the hem of his shirt and try to slip it over his head. He laughs at your impatience as you throw the shirt somewhere in your apartment, hands going to his back instantly. Scratching your nails lightly down his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then your hands go down to his pants and you start toying with his jeans.

"Sweetheart," he leans back and chuckles. He holds your face gently. "There's no need to rush, okay? We've got all the time in the world."

You lean back as well, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay," you agree. "Yeah, sorry."

"Let me take my time with you," he murmurs as he leans in again to kiss you.

Jungkook does his take time. Practically kisses every inch of your skin. Takes off your clothing one by one. Fingers you slowly that you're seeing stars. Cleans you up with his mouth that you're left breathless and dizzy. Disoriented. You're both (finally) naked by the time you're in bed.

"Look at yourself, baby," he whispers right into your ear.

His words go in your ear and out the other, head too clouded with the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. You don't understand what he's telling you to do until he gently grabs your chin and turns it to where he wants you to look. Your eyes spot your full length mirror. You see yourself, bare and sitting on the bed with your legs folded beneath you, thighs open and pussy on display. Jungkook's right behind you in a similar position, body so big and wide that you notice the stark difference of your bodies.

You see your chest heaving up and down, tits moving in sync with your breaths. Your hands are resting on his thighs. Jungkook slithers his arm to wrap around your waist. Finally, you lock eyes with him through the mirror.

"See?" he says, though you don't really know what he wants you to see. "You look so pretty. S'why I can't get enough of you."

"Oh," you breathe out.

"Yeah, oh," Jungkook chuckles lightly. "Gonna fuck you now, okay?"

You nod your head in reply and Jungkook lifts you up a bit to enter you from behind. You gasp when he fills you up right away, a perfect fit like always. He starts thrusting slowly but deeply, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix each time. You would've toppled forward were it not for his protective hold around your waist.

"Feels good," you finally moan out.

"I know, baby," he pants from behind you. "You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."

Your heart seizes at that, and all words get stuck in your throat when Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, both hands going to your chest to cup your breasts.

Jungkook presses his chest to your back, practically molding himself around your body, you're starting to feel as one. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips on your sweaty skin.

"I might not last long," he grunts.

"Me too," you mewl. It stays silent for a while, just both your breaths filling the room. It's not like you need to say anything, to be vocal like you both usually are. It's different this time and you know Jungkook can feel it too. With the way his body is pressed to yours, to his tight hold on you like you might disappear into thin air if he lets go, how his mouth never seems to leave your skin, how your hand holds his. Like you're too overwhelmed with the events that happened today, the past few weeks—since this started. That it's all coming to an end, but an end with a new beautiful beginning. It feels overwhelming because you're entering new territory. You still have your doubts (you don't think those will ever leave), but at least now you're on the same page with Jungkook. Together. Jumping into the unknown. Even if you're not sure how this will turn out—being together with him, for real this time. If it'll end in greater heartbreak or will be your best decision yet. But you're here because you want to try. You've let him in because you want to try. Because your heart has been with his from the start, you realize.

You're brought back to reality when Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap around your throat—not tightly, a hold barely there but firm enough to know he has you in his hold. You stare at yourself again in the mirror, at Jungkook moving his hips from behind you. How you're so pressed into each other.

"Jungkook," you choke out, suddenly so overwhelmed and full of emotion. His gaze shifts from your body to your face, looking at you through the mirror so intently you feel like melting. You move your hips back to meet his thrusts, your body feeling like it's on fire and that you might snap soon. "Kook, I—"

"I know, baby," he murmured. "I know." Knows that you're close, that this moment feels different, electrifying. "I got you, okay?" he whispers so sweetly. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "Let go for me. Hm?"

"Okay," you whisper, eyes closing and focusing on doing just that. It doesn't take you much longer to reach your peak, to let go and let the pleasure take control of your body. It comes to you gradually, getting stronger and stronger, and Jungkook talks you through it all. Though you can't make out his words since everything sounds so muffled. Like you're under water and the wave's crashed.

"Gonna come too," he grunts. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby. I can't—"

Jungkook reaches his orgasm after and fills up the condom. Fucks you so slow and deep through his high it sets you off once more. Don't realize that his finger is rubbing your clit slowly. Like he wanted you to reach your high again.

"That's it," he whispers. "So good for me."

You almost fall face first on your bed, but Jungkook catches you with a hand around your waist. Moves you around the bed so that you're laying on your back with him right beside you. You curl into him instantly as his arm wraps around your shoulder. He brings his lips to the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss.

You close your eyes and listen to the beat of his heart slowing down, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. "We need to clean up soon," you mumble after a while.

"I'll do it," he mumbles back. "Let me just— Let me catch my breath first."

You laugh lightly, your body slowly succumbing to sleep. You feel Jungkook stand up and for a second your heart seizes in your chest. You keep your eyes closed while you try to listen for any sounds of clothes being picked up, of him getting dressed.

All you hear is your bathroom door being open then closed, then you feel a damp washcloth between your legs, and only then does your heart start beating again. Jungkook's back beside you in bed a few moments later, and then you finally succumb to sleep.

..••°°°°••..°°••....••°°..••°°°°••..

An alarm wakes you up the next morning. You know it isn't yours since it's not the usual ringtone you use. You open your eyes slowly and smile sleepily at Jungkook's arm draped across your waist. You look back to see him sleeping peacefully, mouth slightly ajar. You reach your arm out to your beside table to look for the noisy phone, realizing it's Jungkook's when you bring it close to your face to turn off the alarm.

You notice he's gotten a few notifications since last night, are about to place it back on your table when a text stands out to you. Waking you up fully. Your tummy churning, your breath seizing.

You can't see the preview of the message, but the name is enough to leave you feeling dizzy.

It's from Iseul. You know her because she's one of Jungkook's regulars. And you know this because she texts him a lot, her name always popping up in his phone. Not that you secretly went through it before, but sometimes Jungkook likes showing his phone to you and your friends, either of a cool photo he took lately or some random meme.

You try to stop your thoughts from thinking of the worst, but you can't help it. You and Jungkook haven't talked much about your relationship, because there is a lot to talk about. You know it won't all be fixed in one sitting. So you don't know if they're still seeing each other. You don't know if he meant what he said last night.

You start feeling ill, your palms sweating and your head beginning to pound. You find yourself standing up, getting dressed and grabbing just your phone with you. Never mind the fact that you're leaving Jungkook yet you're in your place. That he might still be here when you're back, whenever that will be. For the first time since you started this thing with him, you leave without saying goodbye.

[yourmommygay]

Faking it all.

Summary: high school au where colby is the popular guy and y/n is the shy good girl. Will they fall in love im not sure.

Pairings: colby brock x plus size!chloe sanchez (aka you reading this) , sam golbach x Amanda sid, jake webber x Tara yummy.

THIS IS A SERIES, MDI 18+.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, mutual pinning, bullying, fighting, mentions of abuse, colby being kind of a dick at first, Amber being a bully (I love Amber so much, she would never pick on some1 I know but it's just for the story)

It started off as just another day, walking through the school halls when chloe reached her locker. Trying to balance her books in one arm while opening her locker with the other, she heard heels clicking on the floor which could mean one of two things, either chloes day was about to go south or her best friend was coming.

"Hey nerd" she heard Amanda behind her, rolling her eyes at the nickname chloe finally got her locker open. " hi Amanda, where's Tara?" Chloe asked her friend while shoving her books into her locker, "here she comes with jake, sam and colby" Amanda said. Chloe could see Amanda push up her boobs making the non-existent cleavage appear, making chloe giggle closing her locker turning around to lean on it looking at the group coming towards her and Amanda.

"Hey sam" Amanda said playing with her hair, "hey baby, wanna go get some breakfast?" Sam asked her putting an arm around Amanda's shoulder, she nodded and they walked toward the cafeteria, "hey girly, I missed you over the summer" Tara said pulling me into a hug, "you look so different but you look beautiful." She said pulling back to admire me.

Chloe was wearing minimal makeup, a slipknot band shirt, ripped jeans and combat boots and her glasses. "What do you guys think?" Tara asked the guys turning back to them, "oh yeah, I like your outfit" jake said smiling then pulling me into a hug, "yeah you look nice chlo-" colby started but got cut off "oh hi colby!" Amber said walking over.

She gave colby a hug and then pulled away to give me a dirty look "why are you hanging with this freak? Do you feel bad for her? Aw you've always been so sweet" she said praising colby but also insulting me, "go away Amber, I'm hanging out with chloe cause we are friends" colby said shrugging Amber off his arm coming to stand next to me putting his arm around me.

"But colby we are supposed to be together, your the most popular boy, apart from sam and I'm the most popular girl, apart from Amanda. We should be together like sam and Amanda." Amber said trying to persuade colby. "Everybody in this hall, do you like Amber more or chloe!" Jake shouted, a chant of chloe's name started along with people saying things like "she helps me with homework", "she's a good person, Amber isn't", "she always listens to me and gives me good advice".

Chloe started to smile and tear up hearing that she had a good effect on these peoples lives, "you heard them Amber, if I should be with anyone it's gonna be chloe, it makes sense. Jake and Tara, sam and Amanda, me and chloe. Just makes sense" colby said pulling her closer to him.

Truth be told, she had always had a thing for colby ever since they met when they were 3 and their dad's became work buddies, colby had never been a total dick to her. He would make jokes that made him sound like a dick but he was also a dick to those that hurt chloe.

Chloe wouldn't know it yet but colby had felt the same as chloe that's why he would always joke around with her but also protect her, chloe may not remember a thing colby promised her at the age of 6 but colby did and he was always gonna stick to it,

*Flashback*

Colby and chloe had been playing all day outside in the park, their mother's sitting at a bench with each other laughing at some story they were sharing, as chloe and colby were playing tag chloe bumped into another kid, his name is zach. He was the main bully in the school, taking kids toys and keeping them, hitting teachers and throwing things when he wouldn't get what he wanted.

As zach turned around he looked at chloe as if he was about to hit her, as he went to hit her colby pushed him out of the way and kicked him grabbing chloes hand and rushing over to their mom's.

In the back of his mom's car he turned to chloe "are you OK?" He asked chloe moving over towards her, she nodded and quietly replied "yes, thank you for what you did back there".

Colby chuckled "I promise you I will always protect you and I will love you forever" he said grabbing her hand and kissing it fully locking in the promise.

*end of flashback*

Colby made sure to keep to his promise but now loving chloe in a different way he had when they were younger. All colby new was that this year was the year he made chloe his.

A/n I hope you liked this, this was part one of the series I'm not sure how many parts there will be, I might also put this on my wattpad.

[phychohex]

David Powers X female reader Lemon

(before this starts I  want to say this is from a female-bodied/ female point of view. The triggers are as such. Mentions of a past almost assault, blood and gore (cause vampires), and smut of course nothing too rough. MINORS DO NOT READ)

I was sitting in my room lying down as  I tried to think of something to do. I didn't have many plans during the day or at night. I only hung out with a small group of guys now and then but that wasn't because I was friends they just always happened to be around and we would talk and chill for hours. I thought of them often and wished we were considered friends. Their names are Dwayne, Marko, Paul, and David. They look intimidating and they are unless you sit down with them. That is if they didn't kill you before you got the chance. They just happen to be vampires a thing I never believed in until a few months ago. 

(Flashback)

"Oh come on babe don't be a buzzkill" Adam smiles while downing some beer. I look around completely done with tonight. My boyfriend who is currently sloshing around like a drunken badger talked me into going to the bar with his friends. Was it for me to drink with him oh hell no it's so they'd have a safe drive which I didn't mind at first but that quickly faded after the third hour of shots. 

"We have to get going it's late" I rush trying to get him to go with me. He hollers as the others come over to play follow the leader to the car. As I am trying to unlock the car I feel someone pinch my ass. I turn expecting to see my loving boyfriend only to be met face to face with his friend. I roll my eyes and tell him to back up. 

"Man you were right she is no fun" he laughs  I look at Adam hurt realizing he talked shit behind my back but instead of telling him to shut up he starts agreeing. 

"I told you she never lets me do anything fun" I turn back trying to unlock the car fighting the tears that threatened to leak their way out. I feel a hand grab my ass and I turn slapping whoever thought I was going to let that slide. Shocked in silence. "what the fuck" Adam snaps going to help his friend up. "you crazy" 

"tell your friend to stop playing grab ass and he won't get slapped." Now angry and trying to get these assholes home I let them know how I am feeling. "and just so you know we are going to have a long talk about this" I snap only to be slapped I hold my face in shock I look at him to see no remorse in his eyes. All that looked back was dark and angry. 

"I'm trying so hard you know. You don't give anything, for months now I have tried to get in your pants and nothing fucking prude" he slams me against the car I start to cry screaming for help to no avail. His friend sneaks around and grabs my arms. I beg and sob just as they start tearing my shorts off I feel a warm liquid gush over me and my boyfriend's now missing head on my lap. I let out a blood-curdling scream as the grip on my arms disappeared the same fate was met to his friend. I sit up and see a group of four guys tearing out the throats of the group. I fall off the hood of the car and I run only for one of the guys to jump in front of me blood covering his chin his brow bone promanate and sharp teeth snaring at me his bright yellow eyes glaring down at me. I fall backward and I crawl back pleading with him. 

"p-p-please I-i won't tell anyone anything just please let me go" I sob he looks up as someone whistles he kneels down. 

"Better keep that promise sweetheart" before flying away.

(end of flashback) 

Since then I have to meet up with them now and then to make sure my side of the deal is being upheld. I look as the sun starts setting and I grab my keys going out to my car which was new the other one having been destroyed. I drive the twenty minutes to the lair and I step out to see they are already awake. Marko jumps behind me. "Long time no see where you've been" he smiles I shrug. 

"been busy" Marko was the youngest and most energetic he reminded me of a puppy sometimes. 

"with what" 

"well I am still a student ya'know and I have to finish this animation for class"

"what's it about" he follows close behind playing the thousand questions game. I enter the lair and see Dwayne fucking around with his stereo it probably broke again. Paul nods and makes his way over as well. 

"It's about a ballerina being broken down and needing fixing to work, like one of the ones in a jewelry box." I hand Paul the porno magazine he asked for. One other part of the deal was I get them shit when needed. I didn't mind doing those things but it was pretty embarrassing going and getting a Playboy. 

"how have you been" Paul asks smirking out of all of them he certainly was the most flirtatious of the bunch, I always told him no and he respected it but that didn't stop him from teasing me. 

"I've been okay how about you"

"Good, oh by the way" he mutters while turning the pages and walking away "We are going out for a little bit so you're going to be alone with Dwayne and David." 

"nope, just David" Dwayne groans "I have to replace the stereo" I could tell he was very pissed off. I handed him a CD which seemed to tick him off more. I felt fear course through me. While I am very fond and friendly with the other three, David not so much. I've tried talking to him but he just stares back and I freeze up. At first, I thought it was because he was just that intimidating but as time slowly went on I found myself falling for him which was crazy because as far as I know he doesn't even think twice about me. He was the one who let me live that night, I always wondered why it's not like I'm not grateful he spared me but that damned survivor's guilt hits hard. 

"oh well, I can go" I mutter I look at Marko who just so happened to know about my crush, and shakes his head. 

"yeah, you could but I need you to tidy up for us you know the deal" bastard. I hear loud boots hit the floor and I look over to see David going and sitting on the throne. 

"What don't like me" he pouts before leaning back and lighting a cigarette. Marko pats my back and hands me a small list as they leave. I was now alone with David it was like my worst nightmare and my biggest dream came true all at once. I look at the list not daring to look at him. I grab a trash bag from my car having expected to need to clean and I start going around cleaning. I make my way around the table and I see a cigarette bud hit the ground. I look up as he is lighting another he smirks at me and shrugs . "oops" damn him. I pick it up and try to get back to work only for him to flick ashes on the ground. I decide to ignore his antics and move on. As I am dusting I notice another bud on the ground annoyed I pick it up and throw it away. I look at him and his eyes meet mine. I felt chills run up my spine. 

"Can you stop that?" I ask trying to fight the nervousness in my voice. 

"stop what" he smiles. God, how I love his smile no matter what he could make me melt with just his smile.

"The cigarette buds, I just cleaned" I roll my eyes "Forget it" I turn to get back to cleaning. 

"Why don't you want to be alone with me" he pipes up I look at him "I mean after I saved your ass" 

"yeah saved me, I'm pretty sure leaving my boyfriend's head on my lap isn't saving me more like traumatizing" 

"I did you a favor and yet you can't stand being around me" I sigh and shake my head. "do I scare you" I shake my head. "then why don't you want to hang out," I sigh, 

"well you never really put in the effort either, this is the first time you have had a decent conversation with me," I shrug I go back to sweeping my mind playing various ways this could end up. I ask what I want and I offend him and get torn to shreds or I ask and we actually start being friendly at least. I take a deep breath "Why did you let me live" I ask tilting his head as if wanting me to elaborate. "well that night, you had plenty of time to ripe my throat out but you didn't why spare me" 

"ran out of time" 

"bullshit I've seen how fast you guys move you have plenty of time to kill me and didn't so why didn't you kill me too." 

"Better watch that mouth" he leans forward "It's going to get you into a lot of trouble" I felt my cheeks flush, the way he talked causing my mind to go right into the gutter. I look down not being able to look at him. "plus it's not like you weren't going to break up with him anyways" I try to think back, how did he know that? Did I say that beforehand? I glance as he chuckles. "you know a perk of being a vampire" he stands up my eyes planted to the ground as he walks behind me and leans to my ear "is being able to read minds" and just like that I realized he knew, he knew I liked him, he knew what I thought about every time I was here. He sat back and listened each time. He chuckles and walks in front of me and our eyes meet. Flashes of kissing him how he tasted how he felt being so close I try to snap my mind out of it knowing he was reading me like a book. "you'd like that huh," he gets closer and I take a step back. "I know every little fantasy you've had, everything you want me to do to you, how you want more than just the filthy things that go through that pretty head." 

"David I think I should go it's late and I have a test."

"no you don't" he steps closer "What's wrong, do I make you nervous" There was no use in lying. I nod slowly. "is it because I can kill you, like you said I have plenty of time to do so" his face was now inches away. "or is it because you want me to bend you over that table and rail you" my face was red the heat rising to my cheeks my thoughts delving into his words. I had to stop this, I have rules strict rules never sleep with someone who doesn't love you. Don't give away something so special to those who don't deserve it, how I always wanted more than a fuck buddy I wanted to be loved and held, told I was beautiful and adored I wanted something I never felt before, and yet he knew this. 

"I-I need to go" I mutter the frog in my throat aching. 

"Before you do something you think you'll regret" he asks his arms snaking around my waist "You wanna know why I didn't kill you" Our lips were almost touching. I held my breath fearing if I didn't I would give in, and let him do what he wanted. I shake my head not expecting his answer "Because if I did I wouldn't get to have you for myself, I wouldn't get to hear you cry out my name, wouldn't get to feel you hold on to me like I was the only thing keeping you standing, I wouldn't get to make you mine" his hands trail up my sides and he cups my face pulling me into a deep and passionate kiss. With a thud of the broom, I was just holding hitting the ground and giving in to him holding his wrist kissing back melting into his touch. He wraps his arms around my waist and I pull him closer. After what felt like centuries we pull apart. He looks at me smirking. Nodding I knew he was reading my mind he knew I was willing to give in to break the rules just for him. With one swift motion, he lifts me my legs wrapped around his waist arms around his neck. I kiss him trying to ignore the nerves that threatened their way through. He pins me to a soft bed they kept. 

I pull away for air his hands trailing down to my hips as he trails kisses down my jaw and lightly brushes his sharp canines along my neck. I hold my breath my body betraying me i start trembling. He let out a dark laugh and started to lightly bite leaving hickeys. My mind raced with thoughts, what to do, what can I do, if I'm dreaming and any minute I'd be awoken by my roommate busting through the door saying I slept in again. This wasn't my first time but it was the first time since then, that was the reason for the rules the regret of it made them. I try not to let it ruin the moment. He sits up and I look up nervous. "I'm sorry, did I mess up" 

"no, you didn't mess up," he smiles "Do you always second guess things" damn him and his vampire mind powers. I shrug he knew everything. "just lay back and let me take care of you" he takes off his jacket tossing it to the side his broad shoulders and his arms god those arms I don't know why but I had a thing for them. He pulls me into another kiss biting my lips softly allowing him access. He tasted like a mix of honey and smoke. He grabs my hand and slowly guides it down his chest and to his belt. I look at him as he nods "Go ahead" he sits up again and I start to fumble with his belt hands trembling I manage to get it undone and he guides my hand to the bulge in his pants I felt a shiver as I pawed over it looking back at him our lips meeting again. He slowly guides his hands under my shirt and over my head before trailing kisses down my neck and to my collar bone his arms wrapping around my torso as he tries to unhook my bra. With a small click, He guides my bra off and tosses it as well to be met with all the other clothes that are causing a pile. He pushes me back to lay flat on the bed once again his eyes trailing my body a low groan escaping his lips. His eyes once a baby blue now a deep shade of purple. 

The way his eyes trailed reminded me of the first time we met. Those deep yellow eyes filled with hunger and adrenaline. He stands up causing me to sit up confused as he gets on his knees in front of the bed before pushing me back. His hands rub up and down my outer thighs, our eyes never leaving as he grabs the hem of my shorts and tears them in half. I close my legs blushing sitting up again in shock. "David" I shriek "those were good shorts"

"They were in my way now lay back down don't make me have to tie you up." my eyes widened feeling myself becoming wet I do as I'm told and lay back. "good girl" he chuckles his hands softly rubbing the top of my thighs I whimper "you like that, being called a good girl" I nod my head "just lay there and look pretty okay"  he spreads my legs and I feel my face heat my hands quickly go to cover only for him to grab them glaring. He puts them to my sides as my legs tremble he wraps his arms around each thigh and pulls me closer. Traces his gloved hand over my entrance. My legs shake the nerves going The anticipation killing me. "relax baby" he kisses me from my knee slowly trailing down my inner thigh hovering just above where I wanted him the most. He then starts to leave the same trail on my other thigh. I whimper trying to get some friction. 

"p-please" he laughs his hands rubbing up and down the top of my thighs. 

"oh what's wrong can't take a little teasing" I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head. "well aren't you just pathetic" he takes his gloves off and lightly traces in between my folds "Already so wet and I haven't even touched you," I look away trying to hide my face in the pillow. "what did you want" 

"David" I whine "Please" I rub my legs together "Please touch me" he slowly traces soft circles around my clit causing my head to spin.

"where" he smiles "Where do you want to be touched." The anticipation was killing me now needing for him to touch me becoming unbearable the thoughts of any rules are long gone. "here" he lightly grazes my clit causing my back to arch. I nod frantically he leans closer licking up my folds slowly never breaking eye contact. With a long drawn-out moan, my eyes roll to the back of my head. He pulls me closer arms wrapped around my thighs to keep me in place as he lays his tongue flat licking up and down. As much as I tried to be quiet it was no use. I run my hands through his soft bleach-blonde hair moaning for him to keep going, he slowly takes my sensitive bud into his mouth sucking softly making sure to hum on it. The sensation being too much. I try to close my legs only to have him be in the way. I try pulling back which only made him hold me still. He starts humming more I feel a heat rush up my body as my climax creeps its way out just as I thought it couldn't get any better he stopped. I look at him shaking my head. 

"no please I was so close" I beg he stands up smiling undoing the rest of his pants.

"yeah I know but it's not time for that just yet" he tosses his pants to the side before discarding his shirt. My eyes trail down his body and slowly get lower and lower following the faint trail. He motions for me to get closer to him. I sit up my legs over the edge of the bed I look up as he lightly runs his fingers through my hair. "go ahead" he smirks I nervously paw at the bulge again before taking it out of his boxers which seemed too tight on him now. I keep eye contact too nervous to look. I wrap my hand around it feeling how thick it is. He groans and cups my cheek. "come on princess you can do better than that" I slowly lower onto my knees looking. It was thick and a good length the images of him stretching me flood my mind causing me to become more frustrated and aroused. I look up for reassurance before slowly licking up the base. He grips my hair and closes his eyes. I take as much as I can into my mouth before hollowing my cheeks and slowly bobbing my head. I moan as he starts to slowly thrust causing him to hit the back of my throat. I gag my hands flying up to his thighs to try and push back but it was no use from his hand guiding my head and being trapped between him and the bed. I close my eyes tears welling up. "such a good girl" he chuckles looking down at me. I look up trying to get control again in doing so my teeth lightly graze. He hisses "Watch the teeth sweetheart" I pull back coughing trying to get my breath back. "what can't handle it" I shake my head opening my mouth for him. he steps back and kneels our lips meeting before he lifts me tossing me on the bed once again.

I feel him guiding himself at my entrance I look at him as our eyes meeting. Placing his arm flat above my head as his other hand spreads my legs further. Our foreheads touching as he slowly thrust in causing every nerve in my body to shoot off fireworks. I let out a long drawn-out moan as he continues at a steady pace. Now caging me with his arms on either side of my head my arms laced around his neck clawing at his back as he picks up pace. "oh god" I let out a breathy moan. He sits straight up no longer going slow and sensual as his thrust became rough and quick. His hands on my hips holding me in place. I grip the sheets arching my back. "more please more" I cry out. 

"more?" he thrust his hips hard causing a sharp rush of pleasure to course through my body the wind knocked out of me the only response I could give was nodding frantically. He grabs the back of my legs and pushing them closer to my torso and over his shoulders as he grips onto the headboard not missing a beat as his thrusting becomes faster. I look at him pulling him closer my hands trying to grip onto anything so that I could have some control as my mind started spinning into the pleasure. His hand shoots down as he starts tracing circles around my clit. It was all becoming too much from the roughness of his thrust to the electricity that sparked with each quick circle I felt the same familiar heat work its way up before reaching its tipping point. Arching as a light cold feeling rushed over and my mind was overtaken by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. "that's It, cum all over me baby" never losing the pace he was going slowly drawing me down from my high. 

He pulls out and pulls me up leaning back on his legs before slowly guiding me down. He cups my face pulling me into a long kiss. I slowly start to grind against him holding onto him my fingers laced in his hair and he leaves small kisses down my neck. Before sinking his teeth right in where my collarbone started I let out a yelp as the feeling of pain made its way through my body. What once was a harsh pain slowly became an overwhelming pleasure. He pins me down and his lips never leave my neck. He pulls away blood trailing down his chin with that smile plastered on his face. He flips me over before thrusting in again now going harder than before. It was like drinking my blood gave him a new high. I reach behind me my mind drifting as the overwhelming sensation comes back. He snakes his arm around my waist as he starts those small circles. My body shakes my arms giving out as I scream another wave of climax coursing through my body. He pulls me close to his chest hand on my throat my mind a haze. He sinks his teeth back into my neck as his thrust starts to become sloppy. He was close, and with a few more rough thrusts he pinned me down as his climax overtook him. After a few minutes of trying to catch my breath and him staying eerily still, he slowly pulled out and lay next to me. 

"you okay" he mutters softly moving my hair out of my face. I nod trying to gather my thoughts. I sit up trying to gather myself. He quickly sits up "shit" I look at him confused. He lightly traces my neck. "you okay" his eyes look into mine his voice and demeanor wasn't like before. "you're still bleeding" he leans in closer licking my wound to stop the bleeding. His eyes trace my body slowly looking for more injuries. "humans are so fragile" speaking barely above a whisper.

"i-im okay really" I smile his fingers grace across a forming bruise on my hip eyes looking back up at me with concern. He lays back down arms open. I lay against him as the exhaustion hits. Thoughts of after this and what was to happen were we now fuck buddies, is this a one-and-done kind of thing. It hurt wanting more than either of those things wanting to be his not just in a sexual way. 

As if right one cue "Want to go out tomorrow" I look up nodding. "good, get some sleep baby" his grip around my waist tightened as I slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. 

[lauralot89]

There is another sound, a queer one like——

I said I'd do it every time, no matter how stupid

Mr. Morris took me to the hotel where our rooms had been ordered by telegraph, he being the one who could best be spared, since he does not speak any foreign language.

'MURICA

It's no canny to run frae London to the Black Sea wi' a wind ahint ye, as though the Deil himself were blawin' on yer sail for his ain purpose.

Irony!

When we got past the Bosphorus the men began to grumble; some o' them, the Roumanians, came and asked me to heave overboard a big box which had been put on board by a queer lookin' old man just before we had started frae London.

a) Guys at least Dracula isn't killing you off one by one like he did on his last sailing expedition

b) wait when did he get old again

c)

oh boy antisemitism

gross

Those we had been speaking with ran off to see the horror, the women crying out "This is the work of a Slovak!"

oh boy more bigotry

gross

As a preliminary step, I was released from my promise to her.

Jonathan let's be honest you were never going to follow that promise anyway

I should have felt quite; astray doing the work if I had to write with a pen....

Man even back in 1893 people tried typing and went "wow this is so much better than writing things by hand, what have I been doing with my life"

Mina is far and away the smartest of everyone again but guys just go to the castle and wait for him to get there, you know that's where he's going

a chance thrust

Foreshadowing!

the boat service would, most likely, be the one which would destroy the … the … the … Vampire.

...Did she type a stutter? In non-dialogue prose?

and find our way to the Castle of Dracula

oh okay so we are doing the obvious thing and just splitting up the group for dramatic purposes

Great work, Van Helsing, you've given Jonathan a traumatic flashback

And, too, it made me think of the wonderful power of money!

Yay Arthur, your sole value to the team!

[hellsingmongrel]

Man, so I'm not normally the biggest fan of Modern AUs, nor am I overly fond of fiction focused on kids, but...last night, my sleeping brain decided to concoct this Trigun (Stampede-flavored) Modern AU that now is living rent free in my damn brain! I want to get it out of my head and into the ether. I don't know if I'm going to do anything long-form with it, and I'm having to translate dream weirdness into more coherent storytelling, but here we go.

So it's modern day Earth, like 2024 or some shit, right? And that's when this version of Earth had just begun fucking around with Plant cloning. It's early enough that the SEEDS project hasn't even left the planet, the scientists haven't yet figured out how to put Plants in bulbs and use them for fuel, none of that! But they've already had Tessla happen, and the boys have already been born. Since they're not in space, even though they had to have found out about their sister, Nai hasn't had a chance to literally nuke humanity from orbit, and I guess Rem has had a chance to try and curtail some of his trauma, so he's...more stable? Ish? Stable enough where he's not actively trying to murder everyone. And the boys are "older," like we see in the flashbacks for the time Vash encountered Nai during the Last Run, so probably around 6 years old but looking 16 or so.

Rem has managed to fudge their paperwork so they've started going to school with human kids, to try and give them a normal childhood. Nai isn't as eager to play ball with the whole "being human" thing as much as Vash is, but Vash has got so many friends, Meryl and Milly and Lina are there and they're like the cutest, most stupidly adorable group of friends, just a bunch of little goofballs, like kids that age are. And the school has a field trip to a theme park (it was Disneyworld in my dream because my school actually did this, but ours was a band trip) and Vash manages to convince Rem to let him go. Vash and Nai and Rem are still paranoid about humans figuring out who they are, so you know, he's told to be extra careful and take care of himself, and Nai gives him one of his blades or something for self defense, just in case something happens. Even though Vash would never, that boy has trauma around knives and trying to defend himself, if you've read Trimax, iykyk. But he takes it anyway, and somehow, he manages to sneak it into the park. Maybe the metal doesn't register on metal detectors or something, who knows.

But he's a kid, and kids are dumb. Especially when they're 16. Especially if those 16 year olds aren't actually 16 and don't have the actual lived experience to know better. So he starts playing with the knife in front of the girls, showing off and just being a silly little guy. And then the knife slips. Bad. We're talking "this is how he probably lost his arm in this AU" bad. Blood everywhere, the girls are panicking and take him to the school chaperones and it's like "HOLY SHIT WTF DUDE, We're taking you to the ER, someone call his mom!"

And he hears that, pictures the doctors finding out he's not human, remembers what happened to Tessla, and panics. Boy does a runner like only Vash can do, and he manages to get away from them, out of the park, and escapes from security. And when parents get involved in trying to find him, the authorities start looking into the incident, and someone in the government overseeing the Plant research is able to recognize the elemental make up of the blade he dropped, and they start having suspicions. So the feds get involved, and it just goes from bad to worse, right?

Meanwhile, loopy from blood loss and panicking and a little sobbing mess because he feels dumb about slipping up and he's afraid he'll never get to go home to his mom and his brother again and is spiraling the way kids do when they panic, he gets lost in the city and ends up stumbling over teenage Wolfwood, who lives on the streets and has a few street kids that he looks after on his own with Livio. They never got to live at the orphanage, but that also means that the Eye (in whatever form it takes in this AU) never got ahold of them, so yeah, shits fucked for them, but it's actually a whole lot better for them than it might have been. And it's Wolfwood without all of the EoM trauma, so you can just imagine what he does when this delirious, bloody, terrified, severely injured kid runs him over in the street, sobbing about being caught by the adults and taken away.

Big Brother Nico do what Big Brother Nico do.

At that point, I ended up waking up, but damn if my brain didn't give me enough details to come up with a dumb AU idea that I kind of love and want to do something with, but I don't know if I have the time or spoons to do so.

Ideas I'd had following this beginning to flesh itself out in my head; Luida and Brad are Plant researchers brought onto the project to help the feds figure out wtf is going on with this whole situation, and when Luida is told to talk to Rem, because she's not giving them anything they can use, the two of them reach a secret accord to bring Vash home safe and sound and cover everything back up nice and squeaky clean the way it should have stayed.

Vash's arm is bad enough that he can't really heal it very well on his own without medical care, Plant healing or no. He's doing better than most kids would, but it still begins to go septic, and it forces Nico and Livio to make the really hard decision to find adults they can trust to bring him to so he can get the care he needs. He still ends up losing his arm, though.

At the end of everything, Melanie ends up taking Nico and Livio and the other kids in, so they still get to have their momma figure, even if she comes in later. Maybe she's the one that they find to help them. Is she maybe someone they've known was mostly safe but was never able to get them to stick around long enough to take care of them? Either way, the boys get Vash to her, and it starts the process of getting him home and the kids finally staying at the orphanage.

Meryl, Milly, and Lina all end up sneaking away when they realize that Vash is in more trouble than the adults are letting on, trying to go find him, since they know him better than anyone other than Rem and Nai. Eventually, they meet up with Nico and Livio while everyone is trying to avoid federal agents.

Obviously it's lovey-dovey Vashwood and Insurance Girlfriends and Polygun-flavored, but in the "these kids are too oblivious to think about sexy things, yet" sort of way, because I really do headcanon that at least Vash is ace, Wolfwood is probably demi, and also I am not writing children getting intimate like that. >8/ But kids having little crushes on each other is adorable and I can't not have Vashwood and Insurance Girlfriends be the eventual outcome, once those idiots all grow up and get their heads screwed on straight.

Also, because Nai hasn't had a chance to murder everyone, Rem's managed to work with him enough that he's very slowly overcoming his trauma and regaining his ability to trust that he's not in permanent danger. He'll probably grow up to be a Plants Rights activist or something, lbh. Or a politician. But he's not going to murder people, so either way, it's a win/win!

Because Nico's been living on the streets with him, Razlo either hasn't had to manifest as strongly for Livio, or hasn't manifested at all. Livio is still the sweet, shy, crybaby teddy bear we see, and maybe Razlo only comes out when the feds start getting closer and almost managing to grab the kids, and because he's been able to bond with Nico and the other kids so well this time, Livio is close enough to them that the thought of them getting hurt or taken away is enough to make him want to protect their little group instead of just Livio.

Wolfwood absolutely grumbles about how alike Vash and Livio are. Both a couple'a crybabies, geez, what the Hell you two??? But he also is very much a teddy bear who gives the best hugs when one of his little band of gremlins is upset, so he probably spends more time in a cuddle pile than anything else, now that there's two of them to lose their shit at the drop of a hat.

Vash was totally the one very sweet boy in a clique of girls that everyone who'd known him realized, when they were adults looking back, that he was very much the sweet gay kid hanging out with the girls because it was safer to be himself around them than it was to be around the other boys. (This isn't meant as a stereotype of gay kids, this is based on actual kids I grew up with. My friend group honest to God adopted them because we were all a bunch of momma bears.)

Vash is also...not trans? Because he's a Plant and Plants don't work the same way humans do, but he's also not what humans would think of as a cis boy. He expresses a masc presentation, but probably the closest equivalent would be an intersexed kid. Nai, too, tbh, though he's probably more of the "I don't give a fuck" opinion when it comes to his own gender identity. He uses he/him because that's what humans think when they see him, but he doesn't care any deeper than that.

[jumpscaregoose]

I need you to ramble about kenta metal erosion again or else

you've got the wrong guy I think. but also the right one because I will gladly do that (goose from the future here. that and more. because every post I make turns into impromptu media recs. you said ramble and I rambled)

hopefully I won't rehash that other blog's points but two kenta blogs can only be so different ykyk

kenta metal erosion is fun because like... as maladaptive as it can be he's trying so so hard to make his life Suck Less and metal erosion would really take that and spit it back at him. sorry kid the one thing that's got you this far is now destroying you etc etc

we see in bou opening show that he's more or less accepted that he's stuck in custody, but with how he's constantly bitching about money and private rooms and winning it's clear that he wants it to be better and he's trying to make it better but he's also trying to be realistic about it and also he sucks so... yeah. crystallization of the unhealthy nature of your coping mechanisms yeah. as practical as some of his ideas are (let me use my money I earned now because I'll never be released to have it) most of them are. shit. yes of course baby avoiding opening up to people may prevent some pain from leaving them but it's not good for you either

and then obviously because it's kenta he would NOT handle it well. if my boy was in a zombie apocalypse he WOULD be the one conspicuously hiding an infected bite from the group (food for thought)

like wow! another inevitable layer of doom! nothing to do about that, move on move on...

what the erosion actually does to a person is also... yk. for kenta I think it's less the loss of memory that's important but the loss of personhood. he doesn't really have any good memories that aren't tainted (like with the director in survive flashbacks) so I don't think losing those would be that awful for him, but his personality is very strongly based in having opinions. in being a massive fucking hater. and you don't have that in the later stages of metal erosion

what do I think he'd do about this? probably nothing. actually curing it requires... gasp! human connection! and I can't see him taking the nayuta route either, with his whole holding onto quality of life with his teeth thing

I mean my opinion there is fairly obvious. given¹ ² ³

like that hot monk from orb said, facing the horrors in front of us etc etc

I can't really see them playing around with this in canon but like. come on it's SO FUN to fuck with from a writing perspective.

gonna nerd out a bit and start talking about my own writing but that's what was so fun about that latest fic I wrote. trying to figure out how to write someone so "blank". probably got a few specifics wrong since I haven't brushed up on memory in a while but this is all just for funsies anyway. I just love media that mindfucks with memory and personhood like that (I just rewatched the tengoku daimakyo/heavenly delusion anime, which isn't close to metal erosion in terms of specifics but it's just so good. also the asakura twins shaman king when takei's writing them right. oh and jacob geller head transplant video. that too). yknow I was kind of just naming random examples but they all have the same kind of thesis. how much of "you" is formed from your memories, vs your body/soul/whatever. watch tengoku daimakyo. read shaman king

writing late-stage metal erosion (especially with kenta) is difficult because the lack of personality is basically the whole deal. like I had to restart that wip several times because in trying to make it still read "kenta" I kept adding too much personality

not sure if I hit the right balance in the end, the narrator might be too "blank" now... but oh man was that still fun to write.

to me the most interesting thing for late-stage erosion is if there's still a consciousness in there, but one that's not recognizable as the original person and is kind of... inhuman, in subtle ways. the two big hitters to me are "no personality" and "no care" which is kind of similar to- you know how when people can't feel pain, that's more dangerous because there's no warning? I imagine it's like that. don't know if paralive ever specifies if metal erosion also includes anterograde amnesia, but it does in my world because that makes it so much better/worse

uh

idk how to end this I'm out of thoughts for now

I leave you with this message I sent the gc

[happypoppyhaha]

Criminal

You were a junkie while living in an aggressive neighborhood nothing but people who were broke and show cold shoulders. You didn't have any job skills, you are in a gang with friends and y'all would just steal or use a rich guy then rob his pockets empty or make some random areas of y'all territory. While living a shitty life, you somehow ended up with a boyfriend. You didn't want him to be honest, you have your girls after all, everywhere you go they always go with you. One time, before having him. You seduced a guy and drugged his wine. He drank it and passed out, so you opened his front door for your girls to go in and robbed everything in the house since he's a rich man. After enough scavenging, y'all took everything and stored it in y'all backpack. Before leaving his house, you slice his neck, letting his blood spill all over himself and everywhere.

Being in a group like that, got you wondering if your "boyfriend" is hearing the rumors or knowing what you're doing...He did so he threatened to kill them all if you didn't comply staying in a relationship with him so you can't stop giving yourself off to these men and making money in a disgraceful way. You were worried about them.

"What the fuck is your problem!? I already told you I don't have any feelings for them either do they have feelings for me. Don't kill my friends! You're fucking messing with me and I HATE BEING MESSED WITH!"

You yelled at his face very loudly and showed immediate aggression for your girls. He saw this as you were hiding your true feelings.

"Don't lie to me, you love them more than you love me. You see how quick you were when raising your tone at me and how you are willing to do these things with them or for them?"

"Because you just threatened to kill them!? They're helpful and secretive with things like that! They are the gang I run with and they have been rocking with me since day one before you came into my life!"

You took a deep breath.

"Look, this relationship won't work out. I bet you don't have the money to take me out of this street that I'm living in. I'm doing this for survival, I don't wanna be in a gang just to be bad. I BE IN IT TO LIVE AND NOT BE PUSH AROUND!"

"Oh yeah? How about that guy you've been with lately? You went into his house. Knowing you have a boyfriend. You talk about loyalty when you don't carry none for me."

"WRONG! I ROBBED HIS POCKET AFTER KILLING HIM. Face it, I'm in a gang. I won't leave until I have enough money to live a peaceful life. I don't care if it's dirty money or blood money. I don't care if I'm going down a bad path."

-Flashback-

"Y/n, you sure this plan will work?"

You and the guy were eating ice cream on a bench while discussing the plan

"Yes, it will work. Shit like that works many times when men in love or in lust. Doesn't matter as long as we get it done and robbed his whole family. Since they'll come back after the shower sex is done..."

"Is this your first time doing this? You sound like an expert."

"To be honest, yes. First time setting up a man but using him and attempted to kill them afterwards? No."

Your phone rings, Giovanni name pops up.

Him: "Hey babe, are you coming right now? The door is unlocked for you."

You smiled at that and instantly typed back.

You: "Yes, I'm coming right away. Get everything ready once I'm at the door."

You put your phone away in your pocket and got up from the bench, you quickly finished your ice cream so did Jacko.

"Come on, let's not wait anymore. It been three weeks and he's already in love with me. I don't waste time when money is this close."

You got in the passenger seat and your friend, Jacko drives the car. Once y'all there you told him to leave and come back for a minute. He shakes his head before you exit the car and close the door. Walking up to your boyfriend's house, you opened the door and walked in

"Giovanni! Are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done! My siblings are with my parents, they are off going to the mall."

As expected it's him alone. Easy kill.

The guy you went with his name was Giovanni, you did a honey trap death for him. You lured him into the bathroom and you saw the clothes ready on the toilet, This is after you convinced him to take a shower with you before the plan started. Y'all were both naked and vulnerable. You smiled at him, you didn't smile out of love. You smiled out of the bloodshed that will be caused within seconds. And it did, as soon as his focus was on you it was enough for him to be distracted. So you pull the curtains, revealing both of y'all in front of the man you were working with. He holds the gun and pulls the trigger on him, shoots him three times while you pull away and step out of the shower. Leaving him drowning in his own blood in the bathtub while the shower runs, washing his blood away down the drain. You didn't take a look at him, you were only focused on putting up the clothes. Before robbing everything in the house and waiting to kill the rest of his family.

-Present-

"Haha, why so mad? He just glazed on my body and touched me. It's not like he put his dick in me or in my mouth."

You didn't take him seriously, you just laughed at him.

"You think this is funny? Don't make me pity you for what I'm about to do to you."

You stopped laughing and kinda smirk at that threat. You know he wasn't going to do nothing to you since he loves you and tolerate your behavior for this long.

"Oh yeah? I like to see. What are your going to-"

"Your cousins are still alive. They aren't dead or killed by a gang rival. You want them back, don't you? After all, you have nothing to lose. You want money to live a peaceful life, right? Don't you want your cousins live a peaceful life as well? Let's see how many relatives I can kill if you're so focused on money instead of this relationship."

You went quiet. You didn't expect him to pull that out of his ass.

"Huh? You're fucking with me-"

"Their name is _____ and ____? The last one is ____. You got more, I can continue naming them if you still don't believe me."

You immediately changed your confidence. You know one more action of disobedience will cause them their life. You needed to prioritize this relationship. You have to say goodbye to making that filthy money.

"Look, I'm sorry...Just Release them...I won't leave the house or talk to them anymore..."

"You are? Ready!? Aww, look at you eating your own words. 'I don't care if it's dirty money or blood money. I don't care if I'm going down a bad path' Where's the energy at now? Huh?"

[teriwrites]

Below: 'A Stab in the Dark'

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2011 Novel, pt. 4

Here we go! Breakout time

'I supposed that I was going, oh, extremely fast,' oh, were you?

omg I forgot Kristen's cousin is stuck down here too, I thought she just kinda showed up in book 2

Kristen once again calls someone 'annoying' for exhibiting genuine distress (this time her cousin stuck in essentially long-term solitary confinement)

Teenage protagonist goes to her cousin's holding cell essentially to say 'i'm outta here, l8r loser, don't die!'

Said cousin keeps using the word 'floccinaucinihilipilification' to demonstrate she (the author) has lost her grip

'How come she had ended up with brains and I ended up with all the problems of the family?' friendly reminder that your cousin is not only in the same torturous underground prison compound as you, but that she actually receives worse treatment by being essentially locked in a shed

YOU LOST THE PAPERS DESIGNATING YOUR ESCAPE PLAN??

AND BLAMED BEN FOR IT???

Aww, Ben taking over some responsibility towards Lea

While running away from some scientists, Kristen manages to go roughly 50ft in 1 second, meaning she's currently running 34mph, 7 mph faster than Usain Bolt's world record sprint

'Now, all four of us were going to be on lists, and all of us had to get out of here before Bob found out about the little troublemakers i.e. us.' lmaooo 'i.e. us.'

Okay apparently they Aren't currently breaking out?? It was a dry run, and despite nearly being caught by guards, they're chill with staying for another couple of days

Truly amazing how messy their room can get in one day despite nobody seemingly owning anything other than clothes, and nobody spending any time there outside of going to bed

Flashback/Dream to the day she accidentally drove that one kid crazy and got revealed as having superpowers

One of Kristen's best friends from school dyed her hair a different color EVERY DAY

'Julie was the weirdest person in our group. She always had quotes and the tackiest clothes you've ever seen. We all found her the nicest person on the planet though.' 1) she sounds cool, 2) Kristen being a Mean Girl was not what I was anticipating

'As with most of the boys who liked me, I used Jonah to help me out of times I couldn't get out of.' Kristen is Not beating the allegations here

I *BLEEPED* OUT A CURSE WORD IN DIALOGUE

Whoa this turned dark quick

Guy is a dick, Kristen decides the only solution is to break his mind

'I then realized how stupid I had been back then.' at least you can acknowledge that talking about your friends like that^ and sending this guy mental hatemail practically saying 'kys' isn't great

'I almost groaned out loud; how were we supposed to plan out our plan of brilliant plans if we were working for ten hours?' me when I wanna do novel prep while on my shift

Were you missing Raevin? No worries, she's back!

Literally all of her time is just spent hanging out in this one tree

21-year-old man has such strong beef with this 14-year-old (tbf, she Did just reveal that she's known what happened to his fiance for three years and never bothered telling him)

I'm really dreading the moment when I reveal that Mr. J is like 28 or something and I have to come to terms with what 13-year-old me saw as 'middle-aged'

Real question: do states other than NY refer to 'upstate' as a region? Because if not, my New Yorker family was really shining through this whole story

"How would you like it if Mary got over you because you were forced to work for some place you didn't even want to work for?" Raevin demanded, putting her little squirrel paws on her hips. Raevin looked very human, she realized, and clutched the branch she was on. Nobody could see her as an animal, or she'd be pushed out.' idk Raevin I feel like it'd be the Squirrel Talking With Your Voice that might clue them in before how you pose

Further update on this community: they're chill with Mr. J being a mutant, but hate literally all other mutants

I know Bill's (Mr. J's underling) powers before I know half of the main cast's (ice and stealth)

Ooo lore: 'At twelve, everyone got their second powers.'

Immediate questions: why does Lea already have two if she's nine? What are literally all of the other characters' second powers? What's Ben's first???

'Raevin had always hid hers from everyone, even Mary.' considering Mary left when you were eleven, and didn't have it yet, that makes sense!

14-year-old has even stronger beef with a middle-aged man

She really keeps choosing nocturnal animals to turn into in the middle of day and expects nobody to notice

All the necessary camping supplies for living rough, according to Kristen: sleeping bags, water, couple days' worth of food, a teddy bear

'Of course, we weren't expecting what would really happen. I don't think anyone could anticipate it.' okay heavy foreshadowing

Kristen literally just has to be chill for one day before they can escape, and instead decides to pick a fight with the super strength girl

'The cafeteria was just an area which was empty. The only things in it were the hundreds upon hundreds of tables, and the counter where we lined up to get food.' ma'am that doesn't sound very empty

The reason 8-year-old Lea had been thrown in jail was for incessantly going into her brother's dreams to freak him out. Such sibling behavior

Confirmation that Ben's superpower involves ~ defying gravity ~

Also apparently he got caught as a mutant was because he decided to protest homework by Walking Up The Wall about it. The Institute of Discovery agents just had to promise him that he'd never get homework again. And, yk, they technically didn't lie. Not much homework in their prison labor camp!

I'd say I couldn't make this up if I tried, but clearly I could

"Welcome to the party," Ben snickered, pointing at Nick's shirt. He had a ketchup stain on his white shirt, which he wiped up earnestly. "Hope you brought the cake, because we couldn't find any." "Oh hardee har har," Nick laughed. (the psychic damage of that last line alone)

Okay NOW we're breaking out

jk jump to Raevin

Teri Research Your IRL Setting Challenge, level Geography: Alabama is NOT a desert, hun

Okay everyone's in position. On one end, Kristen/Lea/Ben/Nick ready to break out. On the other, Raevin/Mr. J/Bill/some-random-lady-named-Martha ready to break in

Aha! Ben's second power is some kind of 'energy blasting' situation

'It was an easy run up the stairs after that, right? Not exactly, we had to run up thousands of stairs to get up to the Institute of Discovery, facing another couple hundred guards.' I'm sorry, where is this underground compound, The Earth's Core??

'I had expected this to be a little more scientific and a little less, you know, fun-house-like.' AHA I KNEW there was some kind of funhouse vibe in this story

"Ahh, it is refreshing to see like minds wandering these halls," a voice called out, and we turned to our right.' okay actually??? far from the worst character introduction I've ever written

omfg Mr. J's description

'There beside us was a tall, muscular man with long, black hair and a top hat. There was cowhide around the center of the top hat.' WHAT

I THOUGHT HE WAS BALD

I THOUGHT HE WAS BADASS

HE'S A CIRCUS RINGLEADER

HE'S A M'LADY GUY

'I figured either they were similar to us, or we were screwed. And these people didn't look similar to us at all.' they didn't get the memo about the denim capris

Raevin's stomach growling as Mr. J offers these newcomers food and drink is genuinely a nice touch

Kristen is equally unhinged from another person's perspective

One of Mr. J's cronies can apparently detect others' powers. Which confirmed Kristen's 'two powers' are just sort of linked: reading minds, and controlling them

Similarly, Nick can teleport himself, and then teleport other things separately

Apparently Lea's ability to cast herself into people's dreams is more important to Mr. J's plot to take over the world than Kristen's literal mind control powers

Somehow, there's a maze in this Institute that Mr. J and his folks know about and how to operate??? Despite this being their first time walking into the place???

"Now, either you will join us or you will die." classic

Ohhhhhhh apparently this maze contains the first ever discovered mutant (super strong, super angry, essentially the Hulk), Minotaur-style

"I'm sending in Mr. Unhappy! No, sir, that's just a term for people who are mad." what IS this i'm Dying

Kristen and Raevin have officially met! In the middle of this Death Maze. Kristen, naturally, doesn't trust her

'We had it made it outside the Institute. We were free.'

Ending Thoughts

I feel like these keep getting longer. But in my defense, this chapter was literally TEN THOUSAND WORDS LONG I do really like how things came together here, actually. Like how the two storylines merged. Maybe it's just my fondness for them, but I like how both Kristen and Raevin balance well - like, both of them are interesting and have their own voice Don't love how we apparently have entirely forgotten Raevin's best friend/'second mother' down in the Institute. Rip to Mary ig I'm not even sure if we'll see her again or if she becomes relevant in later books, or if she's just entirely gone now. I guess we'll see! But for now, time to explore Alabama as 13-year-old Teri living-in-Europe saw it!

[ourghoststories]

Carrier Chaos [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

I was losing my mind, I couldn't cope with the loud noises of the crew drill outside and around the ship going on.

I was on a carrier ship and it made me feel anxious, I thought I started hearing the voices of everyone in my past who had kept me control under HYDRA.

The avengers carrier was what I was on and it was in the ocean, I was with Bucky on the Ship and I needed to find him before I had a panic attack.

Sweat beaded my forehead as it intensified, he was on the same floor as me, I just had to make it down to his room.

Finally I made it down the ship to his room, but he hadn't answered, dang it, he would've been in the training room, working on his form for fighting, the drill was probably getting to him too.

I walked to the lift and took it up two floors, with the sirens still blaring so I felt woozy, I took a minute, before I got off the lift, but by that time it started to head up to the cafeteria.

Lucky it did because Bucky walked in and saw me "hey y/n what are you- oh shit doll you aren't doing too well and look like you're struggling with the drill" he said with a concerned tone.

"Hey, look at me, you're doing fine, you just need to look at me and breathe" he said softly, pulling me into a hug.

"I- i- Bucky, I'm having a panic attack" I breathed rapidly, feeling the panic take over.

I blanked out.

--

"It's gonna be okay, it usually happens to me but I've learnt to get used to it. I know what you're going through Doll, just trust me and try to breathe. In... And out... See like this" he explained, motioning to his chest when he was breathing.

I tried breathing in and out but the panic was still overtaking me, my eyes filled with tears and I hugged him but pulled back "I'm sorry Buck" I cried.

"Hey, calm down... I know it's hard but you can do this. If I can, you can. I promise. Cross my fingers and pinky swear" he smiled softly.

My breath hitched in my throat, the alarm subsided and I felt like I could calm down, it had me exhausted as I used up so much energy having the panic attack, Bucky knew how to help me.

"Let's go to your room, how are you feeling?" He ushered before taking me to my room.

"Don't worry, we'll be docking soon and we can get off for some quiet time, before they send us on our upcoming mission. I think you should take it easy for the next day, keep a low profile" he smiled, patting me on the back.

I planted a kiss on his cheek, he looked a bit shocked but overall grateful "thanks Bucky, I really appreciate your help. You know how hard it's been lately... I've been struggling to sleep, been hearing voices, having flashbacks. It's been awful. But you've been helping me through" I smiled.

"Hey it's gonna be okay, I'm going through the same stuff, I can barely get through a night without having a night terror, I wake up sweating and struggle. You've seen me up at ridiculous hours of the night, I can't stop shaking." He gulped, looking at the group and shaking his head solemnly.

"Hey Bucky, stop being so hard on yourself" I reassured, I cupped his chin with my hands, before slowly and deeply kissing him, trying to make him feel better like he made me feel.

"I didn't know that's what you were going to do, please do it again. I love the feeling of your lips on mine y/n" he smiled, I hadn't seen him smile like that before.

"Wow, I didn't actually think you liked me back like that" I said, unknowingly.

"You bet I do, I have for a while y/n, I just didn't expect you to feel the same about an old guy like me" he said in a more serious tone.

"Old guy, please Bucky- I like you for you" I quipped back.

He cocked his eyebrow up, as if to say he didn't believe me "do I have to prove it to you super soldier?" I laughed, reminiscing about old times.

"Hmm I'll get back to you on that one" he laughed, pulling me into another hug and returning a kiss on the cheek.

A/N----

sorry this is a repost, just fit the formatting better

[otomehoneyybearr]

Act 12

Episode 25: The What-If Future and The Certain Now: Banri

Working w/ Maybelle Lace, jujumin-translates, Fea

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Taichi: Aww, don't be like that, Banny! We gotta stick together!

Omi: You've come this far. Are you sure you want to throw all that progress away?

Sakyo: Suit yourself. Just don't even think about setting foot in this dorm again.

Juza: But I'll never let you win, not even if my passion for theater runs dry. And I sure as hell haven't let you win yet.

Sakyo: Let him go, Hyodo. Trying to reason with this piece of work is a waste of all of our time.

Banri: Well, bye.

Teacher: The deadline for submitting is Thursday. Don't forget it.

Banri: ...

Banri: (I don't know what to do for my career path...)

Azumi: "It looks like you'll be accepted into your first choice, T University."

Azumi: "...If you find something you really want to do before graduation you should go for it."

Banri: (Back in my second year, I thought that Mr. Azumi was just spoutin’ nonsense, but now, I can’t bring myself to write anything down, even as a joke.)

Banri: (I joined a theater company and tried acting, but I didn't really understand it. I got irritated with the uncertainty , and quit on impulse...)

Banri: (I had a hunch, but now I’m feeling certain, that my life might be a lot emptier than other people’s.)

Banri: (I was told not to act with a made-up story, but honestly, I never had any major regrets in my life.)

Banri: (I’ve never made a serious decision about anything that would lead to unforgettable regret over my choices.)

Banri: (But I guess it’s different for them...

Banri: (Compared to Hyodo, who I wanted to beat on the same stage, I’ve been living a shallow and empty life for the past 17 years.

Banri: (No, even Yuzo’s old ass and Izumi both said I was in last place.)

Banri: (Maybe my life is more shallow than anyone else's in the group, not just Hyodo’s.)

Banri: (When I thought that, I became afraid of facing that fact. I didn't want to admit it.)

Banri: (...But who cares, it doesn’t matter.)

Banri: (I quit before I knew the results, before I knew the lives of the Autumn Troupe guys. So it’s not like I lost.)

Banri: (The lives of other people don’t actually matter to me...)

Banri: (I think that, so why do I feel irritated?)

Teacher: This workshop is an introductory course on directing. Today, you’ll all be learning the basics of directing.

Banri: (This workshop might be more my speed than the one I went to with Izumi.

Banri: (But there's actually a lot of participants here. Is there really so many people my age wanting to try directing…?)

Teacher: Now, we're going to take a 20 minute break.

Banri: ——Hey.

Student A: ?

Banri: Why did you guys become interested in directing?

Student A: Huh? Oh, well, when you're an actor, you naturally get interested in things like directing.

Student A: I’m not sure which path I’ll take in the future, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to study both.

Student B: I originally wanted to work behind the scenes, so I thought I should learn about the stage comprehensively

Student C: I don't think I can rely solely on acting, so if I’m going to be involved in theater, I think it’d be crucial to study various aspects of it.

Student D: I originally wanted to direct. After I gain some experience as an actor, I plan to switch to directing and eventually have my own theater company

Banri: Hmm. I see. Everyone has various reasons...

Banri: (I mean, I never had this kind of interest in other people's lives before I started acting.)

Banri: (I used to think anyone other than myself didn’t matter.)

Banri: (The reason why I became interested in other people's lives—)

Banri: If that's all, then—

Izumi: Why don't you see for yourself if you've really beaten Juza, if you're that confident?

Banri: I think our rehearsals are proof enough of that.

Izumi: You haven't seen his portrait, though.

Banri: ...

Izumi: If you REALLY think you've won, then watch it. Then you should know

Banri: I don't need to watch it to know.

Izumi: You sure about that? Because it seems to me like this is all a convenient excuse to avoid having to compete with him in public.

Banri: ..

Banri: Fine, whatever. You want me to stick around and see? You're on.

Banri: Izumi, give it to me straight. How do I beat him?

Izumi: Banri..

Banri: C'mon. What's the trick?

Izumi: First, you have to get your head in the game. After that, all you have to do is want to do well. And something tells me you already meet at least one of those requirements.

Banri: ..

Banri: I dunno what it is, but somethin' about watchin' Hyodo's portrait got me all fired up. Haven't felt this worked up since the time he kicked my ass.

Banri: Oh, this ain't over. Not by a long shot

Banri: Hey, I got an idea. Let's do our portraits.

Izumi: Huh?

Banri: I'm the only one besides you that's seen everybody's portraits, right

Banri: The way I see it, we gotta share 'em with each other sometime, and no better time than right now

Banri: (Without a doubt, it was watching the captivating portraits of the Autumn Troupe that day that had sparked my interest and changed me.)

Banri: (And being part of Mankai Company exposed me to so many quirky lives of others...

Banri: (It’s because Mankai Company was a place full of all sorts of weirdos that I became interested in other people.

Banri: (My heart trembled when I stood in the center as the lead during the Full Bloom performance the other day.)

Banri: (I'm sure that's because deep down, I respect each and every member of that theater company.

Banri: (The reason why I stand on the Mankai Theater stage had already been decided.)

Banri: (...It's because of them that my heart trembles. It won’t work without them.)

Banri: (When I was living a boring life in high school, I never thought my heart would ever feel like this in my life until I died.

Banri: (I'm indebted to Izumi who kept me from leaving back then, and to the Autumn Troupe guys who accepted me once again.)

Banri: (I have to repay that kindness on the stage of that theater.)

Banri: (Until then, I can't stop even if I die.

Banri: Geez... you bought WAY too much. Seriously. We don’t need to buy dishes right now.

Banri's Sister: It's an outlet sale, so you can only buy them now

Banri's Sister: Besides, you’re too weak if you’re already wanting to take a break now.

Banri: The hell do you mean?! You've been dragging me around all day!

Banri's Sister: And as a thank you, I bought you some clothes that suit you didn’t I? And I’m treating you here too.

Banri: Haa.

Banri's Sister: Isn't this kind of place your style anyway? It's a nice and relaxing cafe. Someone told me about it

Banri: My social circle expanded since being in the troupe and art school.

Banri's Sister: That's right. Before, you had all the time in the world, so I took you around to carry my stuff anytime I wanted.

Banri's Sister: But nowadays, you’re always busy with game days, escape rooms, art school stuff, and your weekends are always full, which is super inconvenient.

Banri: Well. maybe you should stop spontaneously dragging me around.

Waitress: Sorry for the wait. Here are your two coffees.

Banri's Sister: ...Delicious.

Banri: Told ya.

Banri's Sister: It kind of pisses me off.

Banri: Why though?

Banri's Sister: Oh, by the way, I stopped by our parent’s house, and on the way out, I saw a postcard addressed to you, so I brought it with me.

Banri: A postcard?

Banri: Oh, it's from Sakuya

Sakuya: "I happened to meet someone on my trip that really surprised me. I'm sure Banri would be surprised as well, so I'll tell you about it when I get back."

Banri: (Someone I'd be surprised by... Who could it be?)

Sakuya: "I will definitely carry the baton that Banri passed to me to the goal. Let's make the full bloom performance a success together!"

Banri: (Of course we will.

Banri's Sister: ...You really have come to laugh with a kind face on, haven't you? It kind of pisses me off.

Banri: Really, what do you mean by that?!

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[braemjeorn]

some scrambled thoughts post moving (2023)

i might need to watch the series again to catch some details so excuse me if I'm confused about the obvious. but spoiler alert, to those who haven't watched it.

me when the temporary teacher got stabbed: (blinks)... i mean I don't like you, not that I want you to die either. oh well.

so what was bang kisoo looking for loitering in the school like that? his files to better his report? the files of the ones with powers to verify things? maybe han byul's memory card too? to observe what had happened in the gym? to pick up a fight with kanghoon? man i lost somethings really...

...so kisso wasn't the one to sabotage that jumpboard?

it was that temp teacher/agent?

anyway what is wrong with that tempt teacher honestly - did he sabotage kisoo's ankle just to find out if he has power or just out of sheer distaste like...?

gosh i hate him now, but he died! we'd never know his motives!

(the way this drama have 20 ep but i still have questions)

(it's the flashbacks. too many flashbacks when we could've gotten new scenes. i always hate this abt kdramas)

on the good side, kisoo going soft and protective with han byul when he realized the NK agents aren't here to play

that was a really short and sudden ship but o ma gosh the potential

hyewon too deserved more screen time - like suddenly moving schools too?

like honestly a bummer that they're graduating college - bongseok, huisoo, hyewon, han byul, ganghoon and kisoo would have been such a good friend group (or pairing, if you want it that way. the potential is there, honestly)

anyway about kanghoon - takes-his-duty-seriously class president kanghoon

wanna see him working as an agent/civil servant in the NIS

working under that seagull guy? *rubs hand excitedly* is gonn be fun honestly, man we need a SEQUEL we really do!! the next gen of supers is gonn wreck some stuff, i can feel it!

i came to this show to see mihyun and doosik but ended up being such a fan of guryongpo

mr ryu was the topmost actor in the wikipedia page so i was like, oh he's the main main guy turns out!

he came to any scene and i was like "guryongpo! he's alive! huisoo appa! 희수 아빠 멋있다! 희수 아빠 화이팅!!"

best man, best partner, best husbando, best dad

i thought frank rolling over him with that truck again and again was bad but then he had 200 gang members breaking his bones with their cars like... you've been through a lot sir.

episodes abt his and jaehee's married life was either the cutest or the most heartbreaking like staph, my heart cannot heal itself

unconventional couples are the cutest i swear by it

huisoo >< jaehee: helps lost adult men on the roadsides

juwon >< jaeman: protective dads

on a more depressing note, that useless jo principal might have orchestrated jaehee's accident.

maybe just to see if huisoo has powers. the wife dies as consequence? not my problem, i'm just gonna wait in this car.

his death seemed excruciating. well deserved, i might say.

and Frank still didn't die either lol not even fire stops him

curious as to what he's gonna do next 0.0

(crack suggestion: he can work at the chicken shop and they can rename the shop as immortal chickens)

(i don't know how huisoo got yongdeuk to work at the shop but if she can persuade her dad to take in a defector, she can persuade him to take in an assassin that once wanted to kills him)

(that's jaehee's passion running through her)

is elias gonna be worse or what? also a korean native?...gotta see that episode again to look at the boys

another thing i feel robbed off: reunions.

moonsan and guryongpo needs to meet up I NEED TO SEE IT

code names?? f- that, name's kim doosik. you're my hyung now, let's work well together.

THEY WERE PARTNERS FOLKS, PARTNERS. DOOSIK LEFT JUWON HIS KNIFE GAH

THE KIMS AND THE JANGS NEED TO EAT DONKASS AND CHIKIN TOGETHER!!!

(imagine the conversation abt huisoo and bongseok relationship will go abt lol)

(JW: sunbae, i respect you a lot, i'm glad you're back, but that's my only daughter-- DS: hyung, i just got to know my son again this year-- MH (towards the kids): i knew it, you two are just the sweetest!)

you know, for someone who doesn't know if her husband is alive or dead for 13-14 year but constantly waits for his return by leaving hints, mihyun is very composed at seeing dusik just landing on her rooftop

i don't know if i should credit that to her training as a black agent or toughened up by being a single mum for that long

but she didn't even react at seeing jang juwon at the teacher's office although it's been like, 24 years and suddenly you're here coz your kid's in the same school as mine? coincidence? I think not! this institution is more slippery than fish!

mihyun's really cool like, she's still that sharp and quick even after doing office jobs, farming, single-parenting and managing a restaurant. what a role model. you really don't forget your training huh?

Yellow Man Bongseok - Bunggaeman being his inspiration is just--

oh i also really liked how that NK agent pulled the trigger like you wanna look inside my loose sleves. wepl, surprise bish! the mechanics and how it's shot is just *chef's kiss*

you know for some scenes that we were robbed off, it's a lovely drama

i like action movies a decent amount, and this hits the spot. korean style,especially.

really really REALLY looking forward to that sequel now, gosh just give it to me.

[odessa-castle]

I'm bouncing around a larger post about Nishiki and the mortifying ordeal of being known, but in the meantime I'm thinking about Nishiki and Kiryu and how the clothes make (or don't make) the man. Like, beyond my visceral horror that Kiryu begged Nishiki to pick out a safe and boring suit for him in Y0 and then said he was envisioning something purple with gold stripes.

I'm thinking about Nishiki's incredible sensitivity to image and his need to control how he's perceived. I'm thinking about Kiryu's inability to let go of the past. I'm thinking about how KIryu dresses like who he thinks he is, and Nishiki dresses like who he thinks he wants to be.

There's some interesting incidental dialogue between Nishiki and Kiryu in Y0 while they're en route to the men's suit store. I wish it wasn't so easy to miss, because there's a lot to unpack here. (I'm just transcribing the English in-game subtitles here; I don't speak Japanese so I have no idea how loose vs. direct the localization is in this part.)

NISHIKI: …now that I think about it, you've been dressing like an old man since we were kids. KIRYU: Have I? NISHIKI: Yeah. The few times we got to pick our clothes, it was always like, "you're choosing THAT?" NISHIKI: I wouldn't say you're a plain guy…You'd pick shirts with weird prints though. KIRYU: Guess I forgot all that. It's weirder to me that you haven't. NISHIKI: Well, confession time. You're why I started caring about fashion. I swore I'd never go out dressed like you. KIRYU: Come on, I'm not THAT bad. [we have already discussed why kiryu is, in fact, that bad.] NISHIKI: [laughing] Aww, did I hurt your feelings? NISHIKI: Well, this time you've got me with you. I'll see my bro gets taken care of. KIRYU: Heh. What an honor. NISHIKI: Leave it to me.

Nishiki doesn't bring up Sunflower Orphanage much; when he does share memories of his childhood, those memories are kind of painful (see: "do orphans not get to dream?"). Kiryu's surprised that Nishiki remembers how they dressed as kids, but it makes sense that wearing a limited selection of hand-me-downs stuck with Nishiki so strongly. His clothes announced his poverty, and they weren't even his -- he had to share them with the other orphans, so what he wore showed he belonged to yet another stigmatized group. And I'm sure people picked up on those visual signals, especially other kids. Kids can be vicious, and appearance is an easy and immediate target! We don't know for sure how young Nishiki interacted with his peers and teachers, but given what the Morning Glory kids go through in Y3 (and given, like, everything about Nishiki), he probably didn't have a great time.

Kiryu frames his childhood as poor but loving, and places much more emphasis on the latter. There might be some rose-colored glasses at work there -- let's look at the flashback where Kazama tries (and fails) to violently dissuade Kiryu and Nishiki from joining the yakuza.

KIRYU: I owe you everything, but this isn’t about that. [...] We’ve looked up to you for all this time. Your car. Your confidence… The way everybody bows to you. We idolized you. I want that life, too. Is that so wrong!?

Nishiki doesn't really speak in this flashback, but like, Kiryu uses "we" enough for us to draw some obvious conclusions about Nishiki's own motivations. That being said, I don't think Kiryu's being dishonest or disingenuous when he describes his childhood as happy, and himself as well-loved. He's not ashamed of his upbringing, and he doesn't hide where he came from. Nishiki seems to have the inverse view. It's not that he doesn't love (at least some of) the people he grew up with, but what comes up first for him is what he didn't have. He didn't have money. He didn't have respect. He didn't have a cure for his little sister. He didn't have a lot of choice, right down to the clothes he wore.

(There's a whole other essay here about why Kiryu's and Nishiki's perspectives diverge on this, but I'm trying to limit the scope of this post. Suffice to say that, while I don't think game canon gives a timeline, I do think Nishiki was a little older when his parents were killed -- old enough that he actually remembers them, at least.)

The same mindset fuels Nishiki's interest in fashion. Yeah, part of it is that he's ribbing Kiryu, but I think it goes deeper than Kiryu wearing ugly shirts. Nishiki doesn't want people to look at him and see what's missing. Fashion isn't a means of personal expression for him, really. It's a message. It's the interplay of knowledge and resources and presentation: knowing what clothes read as successful and trendy and expensive, being able to afford those things, and convincing people that your successful important outfit makes you a successful important person. And he's not wrong about the social dimensions of fashion.

NISHIKI: Try sporting a suit that runs 500 grand for once. Trust me, you’ll see the world in a whole new light. KIRYU: Fashion’s not my thing. Besides, Kazama-san never wore flashy clothes. NISHIKI: You do realize he’s the family captain, right? Number two in the whole Dojima operation? You get to that level, you can wear whatever you damn well please. But for the rest of us, “flashy” is part of the business. KIRYU: So that fancy new car you bought was just “business”. NISHIKI: Yeah, and that fancy lighter of mine, too. Which you still haven’t given back. KIRYU: You want to play the rich guy, quit being so stingy. NISHIKI: But you get what I’m saying, right? People see the expensive car, the designer jacket, and the gleam of that little Dojima pin, they pay attention. A yakuza’s only as good as his image. [...] Take your buddy today. These squeaky-clean idiots, borrowing money just to blow on tits and booze… Nobody in this town gives a crap about substance. What you see is what you get.

That's our first take on one of the major themes of the game: what does it mean to be yakuza? Again, there is truth to what Nishiki's saying here, particularly in terms of the ethos of the eighties. I'm not an expert on the bubble era, but the worldbuilding in the game speaks for itself. People hail taxis with 10,000-yen bills. You punch money out of punks during random street battles. Nishiki keeps a personal bottle of high-end booze at a bar he's visited twice, mostly because he "can’t stand being taken for a bum." The act of spending is important, not what you're spending it on.

Nishiki's outfit in Y0 is perfectly suited (heh) to that outlook. And look, I might be inviting controversy here, but in context, I think it's a werq. Yes, it's loud. But the silhouette -- squared shoulders, single breasted, thinner peaked lapel -- is right on trend for the time period, and it fits him well. The colors look good on him. The bold pattern (no, it's not animal print) under the solid maroon is a risk, but he pulls it off. And excess aside, he knows when to pull back on the accessories. It's bright and confident and memorable, and boy would Nishiki like to be all of those things.

Also -- and importantly -- Kiryu would never go out dressed like that. Because we can't talk about Nishiki and Kiryu without talking about Nishiki's Mt. Fuji-sized inferiority complex. Mastering image doesn't just make Nishiki stand out; it makes him stand out from Kiryu. Let's go back to the beginning of the game.

NISHIKI: I’ll admit, though, you’re finally starting to look the part. You make a pretty convincing yakuza. You’re done with collections today, right? KIRYU: Yeah. NISHIKI: Good. That should put Kazama-san’s mind at ease a bit. KIRYU: Heh, dunno about that. But he always knew all I could do is fight. You’re the one who’s good at the dance.

Nishiki then calls attention to the "rags" that Kiryu's wearing, which...is not an unfair assessment. (TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT, KIRYU. HEM YOUR PANTS.) As the two of them walk around Kamurocho, Nishiki offers Kiryu plenty of hot tips, from meeting girls to making big bucks to cozying up to the brass. But even when Nishiki's opining on his area of expertise, there's a competitive edge to it. "You asking me to pick out clothes for you means you admit you have terrible taste," he tells Kiryu on the way to the suit shop. Kiryu tells him to shut up, but there's no actual hurt behind it. Kiryu doesn't really care that his taste in clothes sucks. Fashion isn't important to him. Most of the things Nishiki knows so much about don't really matter to Kiryu. And that makes Nishiki feel more insecure! Because if Kiryu rolls out of bed looking like a yakuza, if Nishiki's image counseling sessions aren't helpful or meaningful, if Kiryu can skip the dance and get to the top on the strength of his fists and convictions, then who cares about Nishiki's 500 grand suit or his hourlong hair care routine? If image isn't what makes a yakuza, what does that make Nishiki?

At the end of Chapter 6, Nishiki tries to look out for Kiryu again -- this time, by granting him a merciful death before the Dojima Family drags him to the Hole. It's one of my favorite scenes in the game. Nishiki's crying too hard to aim the gun properly; Kiryu tells him to man up and shoot. Finally, Nishiki collapses.

NISHIKI: Can’t do it… How could I shoot you!? Without you, I’ll always be nothing. Can’t make it as a yakuza… No. I wouldn’t even still be alive now if I didn’t have you beside me! I’m just… If you’re not with me, I’m useless! Nothing means anything!

Mastering image hasn't granted Nishiki anything of substance. At the end of the day, Nishiki's playing dress-up, and he knows it.

And I'm almost certainly getting into overthinking-this territory now (if I haven't gotten there already), but I kind of like the spin this puts on Nishiki ripping his expensive suit off in Chapter 14 when he decides to fight the Dojima Family at Kiryu's side. Like yes, ripping off your outer layers to get at the naked (so to speak) truth -- your irezumi, and what it represents -- is just Yakuza Storytelling 101. It's decisive, it's kind of dumb, it's great, it gets me hyped every time. But I like that Nishiki's honest answer to "what does it mean to be a yakuza?" isn't about looking the part. I am genuinely trying not to end this paragraph by saying that Nishiki must become like a dragon, but like...you get where I'm going with this.

Of course, Nishiki's back to playing dress-up in Y1/Kiwami. I'm not the first to call the Patriarch Nishikiyama look a glow-down (though I like the patterned white tie). Like, fashion-conscious Nishiki would look good in a Hedi Slimane/Tom Ford-esque skinny black suit. But he picks a silhouette you'd expect to see on a much older man, torso-swallowing pants and all. The slicked-back hair doesn't help. He's just so transparently trying to look bigger and broader and older, and he doesn't pull it off. Big Bad Patriarch isn't a good look for him, in any sense of the phrase.

A final thought: Kiryu's clothes, and Nishiki's commentary on them, are the subject of their first conversation in Y0 -- and of their last. Kiryu's costume progression in Y0 is a pretty obvious commentary on his journey, to the point where Kiryu and Nishiki explicitly call attention to the color connotations in their final exchange. As a Dojima grunt, he wears black, and it doesn't look good on him because "brutish thug who keeps his head down and does what he's told" isn't a role he's comfortable with. He wears white when he works in real estate, but the change in color isn't enough to sell anyone on his transformation into a civilian. Although it's a little rich for Oda "Red Clown Shoes" Jun to chide someone for not wearing a proper suit. At the end of the game, Kiryu's in his classic grey suit, and well, the game spells it out:

KIRYU: I’m not feeling black or white these days. This is where I’m at right now. I chose it myself. I’m making it a fresh start. NISHIKI: Fine, fine. See if I care! Wear it the rest of your life!

Nishiki, dismayed, tells Kiryu that the grey suit already looks dated, but for Kiryu, "fresh start" doesn't mean "on trend". His image might be out of step with how other yakuza view themselves, or want to be seen, but if he's always going to look like a yakuza, he might as well stake his claim on what being a yakuza means. Still, it's telling that, even as a young man, Kiryu looks like a throwback to an earlier era. As the series progresses, the games hammer this home more and more. How many antagonists tell Kiryu that he's out of touch with the modern world, that he represents a version of the yakuza that no longer exists, that it's time for him to make way for the next generation?

"Wear it the rest of your life!" is a funny little in-joke, yeah, but...it's a little sad when you think about it, isn't it? Kiryu gets new outfits from Y3 on -- and in every game, he ultimately puts the suit back on and heads to Kamurocho. It's exactly of a piece with how Kiryu views being yakuza. We, and he, can debate the exact extent of his retirement from the Tojo Clan's affairs, but the yakuza isn't a career for Kiryu, it's a set of beliefs he carries with him. He wears the suit the same way he wears the dragon on his back: as an indelible part of his self-image.

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I saw your "god of the multiverse" thing where reader tells them abt the other games theyve played and i just-- JFJSJFJEBOFJSNFEOFN I AM JUMPING SO HARD ON THIS HYPE TRAIN--

I only have two words for you.

Among. Us.

You're welcome.

BUT LIKE FR FR THO-- HOW WOULD THEY REACT?? Since the entire thing is literally cooperate or die for crewmate, or Eat Hot Chip And Lie / Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss for imp

And like, imagine them being named Dolos or Apate as a new epithet if they enjoy lying as crewmate to stir the pot or just regular lying as imp (dolos was the spirit of trickery, apate was the personification of deceit-- you can make either kaeya, albedo, ruebedo or dain give the title since theyre all from khanriah)

Or like-- they could also be rlly uncomfy with being imp and just being a model crewmate and they could be given the epithet Eleos or Anteros because of it

Just-- THSKFJSKDJWJ soooo many possibilities for reader/creator

And like-- oh my gOD IMAGINE THEM TRYING TO MAKE THE ACOLYTES PLAY IT AHAHAHA

The murder?? Theres gonna be a LOT

Sorry if there was a lot, i just rlly enjoy what you've written so far!! Have a nice day :))

GOOD SHİT GOOD SHİT THATS SUM GOOD SHİT RİGHT THERE!!!!

First, explaing the game.

Everyones reactions will be diffrent about it, no matter how you explain it;

The scared ones

Noelle, Diluc (brother flashbacks),Barbara, Bennett, Razor (lupical PROTEC lupical!! NO KİLL), sucrose, Jean, Yelan (you... Kill your friends??)

The impressed ones

Kaeya, Childe, Venti, Hu Tao, Yanfei (sees it as a usefull skill), zhongli (MF is impressed by anything u do smh), Lisa, Ei, Yae miko

The confused ones (what why would you?)

Ganyu, Xiao, Diluc, İtto (doesn't even understand the rules), kuki shinobu, Kazuha

"İ WANNA TRY!!! oh wait does this count as blasphemy-"

Childe, Venti, Albedo, KLEE (actually thinks it like a game), Yelan (ok since you said its not actually killing them i wanna try), İTTO, Nahida (knows its a game), Heizou

Now if we were the imposter you are right. İt doesnt matter if you are bad at it, they are going to call you as some god that has been assosiated with trickery.

İ wrote a story about it. But didn't make the reader as imposter because no one wouldn't dare to say you are an imposter. Even as a joke

ESPECİALLY if it was a traitor!AU. Tough im not sure that they would even play if that were the case

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İ made the story of how you got the title a bit long, i hope you like it :)

More under the cut!

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"Have you guys ever played 'vampire'?"

Your voice echoed in the throne room, they looked confused, they weren't expecting your answer to be another question.

You were bored out of your mind. Watching people come and go in the room just for them to ask for your guidance about daily stuff was a pain, both phsicaly and emotionaly. So you opened your phone to get a bit of a downtime while no one was there to ask for your divine wisdom.

"Forgive my rudeness, Your highness. But... What does that have to do with it?" Said Albedo, who got there for your divine wisdom.

"You asked what i was doing in my device, so in order for me to answer, you must for answer my question."

"Vampires..." He mumbled "aren't those imaginary, humanoid monsters that drink blood to survive?"

"Ah, ok. i see that you never played."

"Play what exactly?"

"So its a game about a group of villagers trying to find a vampire/werewolf among them.

You choose one host, and that person controlls the whole game, The other players all close their eyes and the host walks among them, and picks a vampire.

Each night, the vampire chosses someone to kill and that person is eleminated, and each day, the other players try to find the vampire and kill them.

İf they choose the wrong person that person is also eliminated."

Acolytes look at eachother, that sounds so fun?!(deffinetly not the kill eachother without killing eachother one is the reason not at aaaallll)

"Ohh, İ see," Kaeya said, impressed "so this game also tests you ability to not get caught and lie, as well as finding lies. This is interesting!"

"...turnes out, you might have a chance after all, since the creator favors imposters and all." Diluc half whispered to him.

Lets pretend we didn't hear him for his sake.

"Yeah so on my phone im playing it but this version is harder."

"OHHH i wanna try!" Klee said exitedly!

Jean stoped her "Klee, the creators device is a holy one, so we cant just ask them to give it to us for our desires."

"Actually i dont mind! Does anyone else wanna play?"

The smartest yandere ones were having a light yagami moment ("if i agree to play they might think im a murderer and discard me but if i don't play they will think im avoiding these types of games because im a murderer myself and i would get discarded again. Oh i know, i will wait someone to take the bait and say 'of everyone is playing then i will too' then no one will suspect me hahahahHAHAHA İTS ALL ACORDİNG TO PLAN-)

"İm... Sorry your Grace but... İ think i will just watch." The depressed Yaksha said, he hates to dissapoint you but he doesnt want to kill people that he concidered friends, even if its fake.

Zhongli looked at you and his gaze softened.

"İ shall join if Your highness would join as well."

"But of course!!" There is no way you're going to miss THİS OPPORTUNİTY.

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The game.

This isn't the game where you taught them how to play. (Which... Took like.... 3 whole days. İm not writing that)

Yae and Venti (a dangerous duo smh) asked for your permision to make the event prised. You agreed, this might make things more fun! They didn't told you what it was though.

PLAYERS: ChildE, Bombombaku (Klee), windbornbard (Venti), foxlady (Yae miko), Rockhead (zhongli(venti messed it up)), (your choise of player name), COOLGUY (itto), Al Haitham, Ei, Dreamy (Nahida)

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İt started as you being a crewmate. The god team were immediatly on your side, attempting to keep an eye on you. But as soon as you shot them an angry glare from across the room, they left you alone.

you were a bit worried that the imposter was going to get too scared and not kill you for the whole game just because you are the creator, and having the gods in Real life be at your Side even in the game might scare them even more.

You watched as rockhead leave the caffeteria, Ei going to the opposite direction from him. But windbornbard did not move at all. Not even an inch.

You made your character walk up to him, wondering if he is having connection problems, just as you tried to get him to move, he killed you and ran away.

..... That smart mother fu-

Honestly, you weren't mad at all, (just a bit if you game rage alot like me) because this could help to ease tention in the first few rounds.

You followed windbornbard a little, wondering if he is going to get another kill. You both passed the boiler room and through security camera room. Seeing other players and fake tasking.

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DEAD BODY FOUND

Your toughts were cut short as they discovered COOLGUY's body.

Windbornbard gasped "the creator is dead?!"

Your throne room was filled with whispers, and angry mumbling, completely forgetting that COOLGUY is also dead (poor itto).

"Who would dare such a thing?! İ tought the gods were going to be at their Side the whole game!" ChildE said panicing, as if you actually got killed.

Al haitham picked on quickly, "if there was an agreement on protecting them. That can only mean that one of the archons is the traitor."

"Maybe, both of the imposters are gods?" Foxlady spoke in her teasing voice, profably to see Ei's reaction. "After all, theres only one way that they can get away with this, trap them and leave no witnesses behind."

"What you are saying is unlikely," Dreamy objected. "if that were the case, one of the archons would be dead as well, as all of us promised to protect them, one of us would have to witness the murder and the second imposter would kill the other god."

"Uhhhh... Guys?? İm also dead??? HELLO???"

Rockhead cutted in. "Sadly, we cant make any assumptions on who killed our creator, since we all parted ways to do our tasks by ourselves when..." He trailed off in the end, Coughing to hide his emberrasment, he didnt want to admit that he got scared.

"Then im voting to skip the vote." Windbornbard said. Someone find this man, you can't deal with his smug face if he wins!!

And thus, everyone skiped the meeting an no one got voted out.

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Next round you decided to do your tasks. That might help the crew a bit. While you go through the corridors you noticed Al haitham and windbornbard is going to somewhere together, and its not the first time you caught them walking Side by side. You're not sure if Al haitham got suspicious of venti or he is an imposter as well. Either way its an interesting duo. Maybe you should check the cameras.

You went to security room and looked through.

Blockhead was standing in the corridor, watchin Ei from a distance.

ChildE was avoiding everyone, immideatly leaving if the room has a player inside, he is taking it so seriously, he is profably not an imposter, you thought.

Klee was getting in and out of the rooms, Following random people and waiting just besides the door. İt suspicious but it could be that she is just exited to play.

You closed the security camera window, and looked across the real world room instead.

İtto placed the phone you gave him to his side and crossed his arms, pouting because he was the first one to die. Trying to look at other peoples phones from where he stood, to find the other imposter.

You could see the sweats forming at zhongli's forehead. He was SUPER concentrated. Why was he, amongst all of the other acolytes, being so serious about it anyway?

You looked at the traitor, who realised you were looking at him and smiled at you. You smiled back, at least one of them is having fun!

Suddenly his smile grew bigger and went back to his phone. Uh-oh he has an idea doesnt he.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

"AL HAİTAM STOP FOLLOWİNG ME" he partly screamed.

"You misunderstand me, i was just following to make sure you are not a traitor."

"Oh realy?! Then explain why while we were in the room to the east, the doors were locked and you started to chase me?"

"...that did not happen."

Foxlady cutted in "now that you mention it, i do remember that one of the rooms that had my tasks was blocked by a door."

"İM VOTİNG AL HAİTHAM" windbornbard said. İts all going acording to plan hehehehehe. Some other started to back him up as well.

"Wait."

Everyone in the room turned to Blockhead.

"İ understand that all the evidence seems to be targeting hım. But i know my bard friend here for quite long, i can tell when he is being serious." He looked at windbornbard, "could it be that you are trying to blame Al Haitham for your crimes against our creator?"

"You seem to have quite the imagination old friend" he said calmly, imitiating him "it is as you say, we've known eachother for a few thousand years after all. So i too, can read your emotions."

Venti once again turned to you "your highness said so themselves, it is just a game afterall, so theres no need for me to treat it as a war between rivals. Of course im not in my serious mood."

He turned back to him "now thats out of the way, i must ask, why did you gets so offensive and tried to protect Al Haitham? Kind of... What was the world? SUS? don't you think?"

You almost burst out laughing, it was so funny hearing it from him, he sounded like a grandpa who is learning internet lingo, despite his youmg voice.

"Are you suggesting that, i am the one who killed the creator?"

"Now i didn't say that, you could be the one that killed 'COOLGUY', since you have strick policies when it comes to the creator."

They glared at eachother while Ei voiced her opinion. "What bard sais sounds very belivable, while mr Zhongli also made a convincing point. İ suggest that we vote Al Haitham, and if he does turn out to be an imposter, we can figure out from there."

"Well, it seems i can't get myself out of this one even if i try. İt was a very fun game." Haitham sighed. He accepted defeat, just like that? This isn't like him.

"İ expected for you to fight a bit more over this, not gonna lie"

"İ was more interested in the gameplay, rather than the prize itself. So being able to see the working mechanics was enough for me."

"Ah i see, maybe i can teach you sometime?" You asked innocently, not caring of the angry glares that turned to him as soon as you said that.

"İ belive the academia would bother us as soon as we got out, so that wouldnt be productive." He crossed his arms, knowing that this knowladge could profably get him killed. "But i do appriciate the tought, thank you, your highness"

Everyone hold their breath as the result was written in the stars.

AL HAİTHAM WAS THE İMPOSTER

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Everyone, including the ghosts stayed in the positions they spawned in. What now? Do they do an emergency meeting again and vote zhongli off? But is this right to assume right away? Should they wait a bit longer for evidence?

Before the meeting cooldown ends, everyone finally made up their mind. They all went back to their tasks.

You almost finished all of them, but the bar was only half full. Acolytes are too busy trying to find the last imposter that everyone seem to forget doing tasks causes instant win.

This round was worse, the lights go out, random doors closing and opening, causing panic among people, but venti was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he is doing this because he paniced, He has to kill 6 players all by himself afterall.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

Ei, Klee and Dreamy died

"hOLY shit- 3 people died?!" İtto screamed.

"This can only mean one thing.." childE said, he was the one that pressed the meeting button. "Mr. Zhongli, care to explain?"

Everyone in the room looked at both of them

"İm not sure what you mean, Childe, would you be as kind as to enlighten me?" He said calmly, but it was obvious that he was getting irritated.

"The whole round, the rooms were randomly opening and closing. İ can tell that was a trap to create confusion, windbornbard has experianced the same thing. Only the smart ones that are experianced with faking their identities can think of this trick."

Oh this was a personal attack-

"İ agree with your opinion, however, i suggest that you choose the next words carefully, afterall, there is only 3 players left. İf we happen to fail finding the imposter now. We might not win this game."

Foxlady stoped both of them, realising this conversation contains topics from Real life"now now, lets not fight, even though the prize is grand, it is just a game after all."

Yeah what is the prize anyway?

She added "But i must say, what you said is quite right, only the ones that has an experiance to fake their identities can in fact create confusion skillfully"

"See? She agrees with me-"

"Hey now, have some manners. Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt while a lady is speaking?" She teased. ChildE cursed himself for being overly exited while she continued;

"However, the reasoning for you to claim blockhead- ah i meant Mr Zhongli- is an imposter is not realy a strong one. Since everyone in this room have experianced acting as another person."

Venti jumped in "yeah, aren't YOU the one that uses a fake identity in the first place? Harbinger of shneznaya?"

"How curious," zhongli added "blaming people is exactly what the imposter would do. İf i hadn't known better, i would have said that you are the imposter that is trying to cover up."

Yae raised a Brow "hmm? Do you have something else to say?"

"Not that it matters of course, but i have noticed that my usually talkative friend seem to be rather silent." He eyed Venti "And we have accused hım for being an imposter before."

"İm just watching, as you guys make this whole game about yourselves. İ have been having fun with my tasks!"

"Oh realy?" Yae teased, "what was the last task that you have done?"

"İ... Uh... The wires?"

"Which ones?"

"İn the.... Upper part of the ship."

"İs there even wires on there?"

"Yes there is! İ meant the caffeteria!"

"You were having fun with matching colors? My aren't you childish~"

"İ uhh well- you asked me the last task i've done! Not my favorite one!"

"Why are you stuttering bard?" Zhongli pressed on.

"You never got questioned by the shrine Maiden?! She is scary" he whispered

"Of course not, unlike you, i am not someone that causes trouble."

"OH come on! Why are you all mean to me all of a sudden?!"

"Yeah im voting him." Said childE.

"İm only voting for you because you told me im scary and that hurt my feelings" she laughed.

"Well, Barbatos, any last words?"

"İ was sooo close, thats not fair ;;"

WİNDBORNBARD WAS THE İMPOSTER.

Crewmates win!!

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Childe stoped you from leaving. "Your highness, do you have a moment?"

"İ guess? What is it?"

"Since this competition doesnt realy have öne winner. How do we know who won?"

"Zhongli, Yae miko and you won, because all of you survived untill the end."

"....does that mean you will go on a date with all of us..?"

"Wait what-? A date??"

"Fox lady said that the winner is going to have a date with you."

"İ DİDN'T KNOW THAT????"

"THEY DİDNT TOLD YOU?!"

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The whole tevat was mourning their loss. The day you were killed by the hands of someone they knew you held dear, there were offerings to your shrine, silent appologies were made.

The weather was rainy, as the world cried with your followers.

This is the scene you were greated with as you walked towards the shrine that made for you, after giving the winner the... Prize...

"Uhh guys.. im not dead?"

"Sometimes we can still hear their voice..."

Your acolytes was eternaly happy for your short visit ("guys i didn't leave-"). You never died. Anyone could still feel your presence when they looked at the sky, to the infinity.

You are the

İnfinity.

The undying one...

"Oh your Grace welcome how have you been? :D"

"The game was fun and all, but do you guys have to make everything dramatic?"

"Speaking of the game, were you the one that found the imposter? But got killed because of it? "

"Man i wish. Maybe next time i won't die immediatly!"

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[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 here's my trauma recap

May be triggering so.....

Once upon a time~

My parents divorced when I was 3.

So I ssit h houses a lot which is really taxing because you have two homes but your parents wants you to consider their house your real home.

Anyways, along the time in there my aunt stays with me, my mom, and my sister for a bit. She's off her mess so she trips, falls and cracks her head open in the bathroom while 3 year old me is staring at the blood. (I don't remember this tho. Hence the thing I said abt forgetting trauma because it was too traumatic)

Don't remember anything until I'm in elementary school.

So at 8 years old I got made fun of and bullied a lot.

It's when my depression kicked in.

Got made fun of for my eyebrows, my curly hair, my laugh, and my weight.

Then my older sister moves out and never really talks to me again.

At the elementary school I'm at, my then best friend starts to constantly Dutch and abandon abandon for this other girl.

I begged my mom to move schools.

Then I finally moved elementary schools.

Everything was so great at the new one..... I made friends.... one by the name of Christian.....

I had two best friends, and a crush on this guy who was also a teachers kid like me.

One day, my two best friends don't wanna play what I want, but I already had social anxiety at the age of 9 so I didn't wanna fo anything new. They were fine with that so I turned around to get the stuff we usually do, I turn back and they ditched me... instant flashbacks to the other school.

We're friends again yadda yadda.

Elementary school ends.... I go to middle school....

One of the best friends in as talking about has a twin sister...

Her twin sister hated me for some unknown reason.... all she did was be mean to me.... my teachers were awful (except for my art teacher)... then my best friend and her sister moved to a different school....

I made new friends.. and oh hey, my old friend Chris is there. He does the weird "Yes, No, maybe" thing to qn eraser and asks it if we'd ever be in a relationship. Lmao. It said yes.

The year passes. Chris moved schools.

I had friends that were bad for my mental health. I started self harming.

But it's okay because I had 4 amazing best friends and a few other good friends.

This is when I get my first boyfriend.

He was okay.... I guess... I had art class with him and at the 8th grade dance he said he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes.

But over the summer he ghosted me and my mom had to tell me to give up....

Freshman year of high school.

My dad gets a girlfriend and we all go up to see my grandparents in which my grandma and my dad's girlfriend were teasing me for having a fictional crush. It made me angry

I text the group chat with 3 of my best friends because I need a stress reliever.

My best friend just says "no" to the meme. Doesn't read it, doesn't care.

I blow up because I'm sick of disrespect. "I look at every single meme you guys send. I'm sick of you," is what I said.

My best friend blocks me.

I text my other friends trying to get her to unblock me so I can apologize. She unblocks me, I apologize. She doesn't accept it, calls me selfish and says "and you've lost 2 friends because this person doesn't like you either". I confront the other friend and she calls me manipulative, so I block her.

Me and the other friend didn't stay good friends for long (but they're cool now. We're in the same chour class. They have a Tumblr that I follow)

Um.... then I get closer with other people. Specifically my now former friends.... and.... my other friends ex....

I got so desperate to be loved that me and him started dating.

It was a secret and I didn't tell my mom....

Until she found out by looking at the bill of my phone....

Then she found out I had been self harming.... that was.. traumatic all on its own.

Anyways. Covid hit, and.. he moved schools for sophomore year..... over text we sexted a lot.... I was... desperate for some form of love....

But when I tried with boundaries... it.... I felt bad because when I said I didn't want to, I thought he'd hate me.. I thought hed leave me.....

I didn't even know what was happening was considered assault at the time...

The thing that really stuck with me was when he took his (small) dick out and brought my hand to it. I pulled away but he just grabbed my hand again and made me touch him....

Anyways um....

Later on he starts ghosting me.... a lot..... then one day after not hearing from him for 2 weeks he questions our relationship...

We breakup after 2 years... and we break up right before i go to Disneyland with my family.

He wanted to still be friends but I said i needed time.

I have a breakdown in the hotel at Disney.

And after about a week he texts me and asks if we can still be friends, I say no.

He starts trying to manipulate me. Calls me a bitch. I block him.

I get back from the vacation and I have two friends supporting me. Christian and my other unnamed friend.

I find out Chris likes me and had a crush on me in middle school...... he asks me out but I say no because I just got out of a negative relationship.. so I gave myself the entire summer to lull that over..

Then he asks me out again when senior year starts and I say yes.

He helps me realize that my ex assaulted me.... he also told the counselor by "accident" and I had to tell my parents....

Things go fine... but....

8 months later Chris starts to get flaky. He ghosts me for a while at a time (nowhere near the other guy though)

Until I find out that he told the counselor i was suicidal, and then he broke up with me.

And here we are.