#eh i won’t tag it just in case

[plagueislost]

capes…

[rodentlegalteam]

While I do think using the four sword causes some bad physical/mental side effects, I ultimately think that the biggest drawback ends up being that none of Four’s colours ever do what he wants unless it’s a life or death situation. Four has a lot of work so he decides to spilt to get everything done on time. It does not go well.

Red and Blue both run on emotions so they immediately get distracted by whatever’s more interesting and leave. Red might eventually get back on track (if he remembers) but there’s still a 50/50 chance that he goes “oh but I don’t wanna do that now.. hope the others do it for me! <3”. Blue’s better at remembering but if the conditions for doing The Task are slightly Off it’s going to make him want to rip his own hair out so he just calls it quits. Green and Vio are more likely to actually get stuff done but the second someone asks Green for a favour he’s gone. He’ll end up spending the entire day running around delivering pastries or something cause people keep asking him for things and hes incapable of refusing. Vio will spend thirty minutes coming up with some sort of convoluted loophole to avoid The Task before disappearing into the woods for the next three days. He could’ve completed The Task in those same thirty minutes but he just didn’t feel like doing it in the moment. Four eventually reforms and literally nothing had been done. The real reason he keeps the four sword a secret from the chain is because he’s embarrassed about the fact that all the colours are literally so fucking stupid on their own

[poppyseed799]

Stalking a ship tag on ao3 to always be aware if there’s ever new fics for it but the number just goes down instead 😭

[juicykvnture]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

camboy!DickGrayson x fem!reader

tags: AFAB reader, only a HINT of plot, mutual masturbation, phone sex, webcam use, praise kink, mild degradation, nicknames (angel/baby), college AU

a/n: GULP

wc: 3k | part 2 | Masterlist

DESPERATE SLUTS IN YOUR AREA - the pop-up ads on your laptop are mocking you, you swear.

Girl, you know there are desperate sluts in your area, you own a mirror.

Well.. It’s somewhere down the bottom of a moving box, tossed in a van along with basically everything you own and all hopes of entertaining yourself.

Okay, well you could get started on the pile of college assignments you’re yet to start and the content you need to familiarise yourself with.

But be serious, you’d rather familiarise yourself with some guy to bang you right about now - but we can’t all get what we want, can we?

Your roommate isn’t even moving in until tomorrow, so that’s a plus at least. You’ve got the dorm room to yourself.

It’s how you ended up scrolling for the last half hour, your underwear tugged halfway down your thighs as your half lidded eyes scan the glow of the laptop screen before you.

You gave up on the hub a long time ago, if you wanna get off to something, you’d honestly rather be sure it’s at least ethical, yknow?

To your dismay, every author you follow on tumblr hasn’t updated in a solid week, Twitter is a fucking minefield for hell knows what and you swear you’d end up arguing with someone in a thread before you’d find something you’d actually enjoy.

You rub some mascara out of your eyes, your lashes fluttering open slightly. You can only pray you don’t look like a raccoon right now, just in case your wishes did in fact come true and some guy is just gonna magically appear between your legs to actually fuck you.

You’re not sure why, but eventually you find a link that catches your eye.

It’s one of those cam-chat sites, the ones that claim to match you with people within a couple mile radius of you.

You’re hesitant at first, but they’re not asking you for your credit card information, so honestly, What the fuck have you got to lose?

It’s seen better days definitely, by the looks of things it probably hasn’t been updated since like 2007.

But hey, fuck it. Even if it’s literally just some bot or a dude at a call center, at least you won’t feel as bad. It’s not like you’ll ever meet this stranger in real life anyway, you literally have nothing to lose but an ounce or two of your dignity and self respect.

Eh, you’ve done worse.

ENTER USERNAME

Okay, no point using your name. You’d swear you’d have a heart attack if someone you knew somehow found this shit.

You pause for a second, glancing around for inspiration, your room key on your nightstand, dorm 444.

@444ANGEL

Cliche, you’ll live.

ENTER RANDOM CHAT

Straight to the point, alright.

MATCHED WITH - @BLUUDHAVEN

Desperate sluts in Blüdhaven too apparently? Ain't too far - Ain't too close either though. See you could run into him downtown, but you don't leave your dorm, be serious.

@BLUUDHAVEN: u up?

You blink, staring at your screen. What the fuck is this, Snapchat?

@BLUUDHAVEN: that was awful I’m sorry :p

That stupid little face at the end earns a small huff, nice to know someone still respects the art of emoticons over emojis in the big 25.

@444ANGEL: so.. u come here often?

Girl lock in. This is a porn site, not a bar.

@BLUUDHAVEN: No, actually :)

@BLUUDHAVEN: I do cams sometimes but I’ll be honest I’m literally just here to jerk off :3

“Huh..” you mutter to yourself, at least he’s got a sense of humour?

@444ANGEL: so you’re a slut by trade?

@BLUUDHAVEN: Not by trade, but at heart

@444ANGEL: so how does this work.. are you gonna like whip it out or..

@BLUUDHAVEN: first time I take it? Might be easier on webcam? :p

Okay, logical. You’ll have your hands free!

You’re hesitant for a moment, staring at your laptop. Okay, he doesn’t need to see your face, right? You’re just gonna chat to him for a while.. see where it goes?

You’re fiddling with the Angel wing on your necklace, thinking. Shifting slightly, you sit back against your headboard, your laptop on the mattress.

JOIN WEBCAM

You’re met with him shoving a stack of books off of his desk, one of them eerily similar to the sociology text book you’ve got shoved in a moving box, somewhere between your vibrator and your favourite sweater.

But thats not important right now!

“Hey, Angel.” He says all too quickly, running his fingers through his tousled black hair.

“Who-“ Your eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Your username,” he smiles softly, knowingly, reclining in his desk chair.

Fuck, hes definitely noticed how much of a noob you are now now.

And you’ve noticed he’s definitely shirtless. Zoo-wee-mama! You’ve also noticed some little blue tattoo at the base of his neck. But that’s not here nor there, you know what’s there? His happy trail.

In your defence his hand is right there, thumb hooked in his grey sweats. Where else you meant to look?

“Second thoughts?”

You blink, his words snapping you out of your happy daze.

“Huh? No, no thoughts. Wait, I mean-“

“It’s okay to be nervous, we can take it chill,” he reassures you, never loosing that grin.

“Chill yeah, chill,” downstairs is anything but chill she was very warm in fact.

“Do you want to get more comfortable maybe?”

“Oh, I’ve actually got this really fluffy blanket-“

“I meant take your clothes off, baby,” he looks directly into his webcam, clearly amused as he drums his fingers against his waistband.

You swallow, pressing your thighs together.

Are you seriously about to take your clothes off for a really cute stranger? Yeah, you are.

You can only pray you’re wearing one of your better, slightly cuter bras tonight.

Your fingers curl into the thin fabric of your shirt, bunching the white cotton up and pulling it over your head, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thump.

“Fuck,” He mumbles under his breath, his hands clenching on his knees as he shifts his hips, the grey sweatpants doing little to hide the outline.

You take that as a good reaction, chewing on the insides of your cheeks as you lean back against your headboard.

“Nervous?” He prompts, his hand palming himself over his boxers.

“A little?” You offer a shaky sigh, grateful that he can’t see the embarrassing blush on your face.

“I’ll talk you through it.”

That’s the second time a guy you’ve never fucking met in your whole life has made you irrationally flustered. Fuck, you need to touch grass.

Or yourself, whatever works.

“Sounds good,” you laugh slightly, letting your hand trail along your cleavage, fiddling with the lace.

He nods, “Good.” Ever so subtly, you see his hand start to move, gently trailing his fingers along his bulge.

“Do you want to start slow, trace your nipples for me baby? Can you do that for me Angel?”

You blink for a moment, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip. You find yourself listening to him, offering a small nod as your hand drifts down to lightly trace over the fabric.

“Yeah?” He murmurs, his hips shifting lightly, his fingers tugging at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

You nod, once again grateful he can’t see your face as your hand moves down lower between your ribcage, pausing for a moment once you get to your stomach, your hand clenching slightly.

He sees your hesitation, tilting his head back slightly as he watches the screen through his dark lashes.

“You okay to keep going?”

He can just barely see you nod again, and his hand brings out his pulls his length from his sweatpants.

“Yeah? Good fucking girl,”

And that’s all you needed to slip your hand beneath the cotton of your panties. “Fucking shit,” all that pent up tension of from all night (morning?), and the general sight of this Blüdhaven guy, making you head lol back against your headboard.

“Christ you sound gorgeous, let me hear you Angel? Please?”

Your heads spinning, you’ve never had to think about how you sound, never thought of the possibility that someone could ever hear you.

But here you are, and he’s all too eager.

With a muttered “fuck,” you nod again, spreading your thighs apart to offer him a better view, your fingers moving in slow circles over your clit under the fabric.

He’s watching you. His gaze fixed on his screen like he’s mesmerised by you, watching your lips part, your lashes flutter, everything about you. You’re not real, no way you are. You’re too fucking pretty and he’s never even met you.

His cock twitches in his hand, and he groans shakily. “So fucking pretty”

You blush, dipping your finger lowers before circling back up. “not so bad yourself,” you try to sound some way put together and he chuckles at your efforts.

“You have me so worked up Angel, and I’ve only seen your pretty tits, Christ. Take off your panties baby, let me see what you like.”

You’re astonished that you don’t even hesitate to use your other hand to slide down the fabric, kicking it to your ankles.

“Fuck baby you look so sweet, look at your screen for me, see how pretty your little cunt is,” your eyes immediately go to the little square in the corner, you’re completely soaked.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight huh baby?”

You flush red at the praise, managing to get a meek “mhm,” out.

“You’re so fucking wet, shit she’s practically glistening for me. So wet over a guy you’ve never met, hmm?”

Fuck, you’re embarrassed now. It’s bad enough that you’ve already had to resort to a fucking chat site, but now you’re getting off on the fact that he’s a total stranger?

“You’re making fun of me,”

“No,” a grin, “It’s cute,”

That has you losing whatever train of thought you had, your head slumping forward for a split second, giving him a glimpse of your hair covering your face before you catch yourself again.

“You pull this shit with all of your girls?”

It’s a weak rebuttal, but you’re not thinking about that, you’re not thinking at all.

“And guys,” he says sliding his thumb along his slit, collecting the bead of pre cum there and dragging it south. His eyes remain on his screen at all times, looking at you through his dark lashes.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“Articulate,” he cocks his head.

“Shut up and stroke your shit.”

“Well I think we both know how aware you are that I’m stroking my shit, Angel,” his stupid little smirk, a shiver running along your spine.

He’s so fucking infuriating that you have the urge to hop through the screen and choke him, or fuck him - or both.

But that’s a bold claim considering the fact you’re drooling over a stranger, acting like his hands are yours. Wishing for a lot more than his hands.

“Shocked you have customers, your bedside manner isn’t really up to par,” you pause in the middle to let out a contradictory whine.

“Well your pretty pussy seems to be all for a little humiliation don’t think? Fuck I wish I could fuck her right now,” this pussy pronoun using bastard needs to calm down with all these reads.

“Shut up,” your eyes roll back, willing yourself to not cum yet.

“C’mon you can’t tell me you don’t wish I was there with you huh? Touching you, licking you, pounding into your sweet little hole hm?” His pace is getting faster and his palm swirls over his tip on each stroke.

“Shut the fuck up,” she gasps eyes screwed shut, “self involved prick,”

“Oh fuck baby, you talk to me so sweetly, what else am I?” His eyes are locked on the screen, your hand moving, your mouth letting out those desperate, divine sounds.

“Annoying, and arrogant and so fucking hot,” you hope the almost shout you let out is enough to distract him from what you’ve said.

“What was the last one Angel? C’mon let me hear that again,”

“So fucking desperate for someone to tell you you’re hot, huh? That why you whore yourself out on a cam website huh? You’re that thirsty for attention,”

In that moment, it isn’t clear what’s weaker, your dorms internet connection or his self control.

His mouth is agape, sweat-slicked hair clinging to his forehead with his lashes fluttering, fucking himself into his fist like he’s some kind of porn-star (he ain’t far off).

Watching him only makes you go harder, your hips shaky as you watch his teeth press into his lip, unable to hide the fucking whines he’s letting out if he tried, acting like the cum starting to drip down his knuckles isn’t there, pretending he’s fucking you and not his hand like some loser.

“Fuck, Angel,”

He’s panting, his back arching off of his desk chair as his free hand goes to desperate grip the table, trying to control himself, to last at least another second,

“C’mon, Angel, fuck..”

His words aren’t more than a broken whine, much like yours as your thighs start to tremble, forgetting about your laptop on your bed for a moment.

He doesn’t stop, he can’t. Not until he knows you’re there too, not until he knows for sure that you’re wishing he was there beside you.

“Please, fuck, please cum with me.”

Your resolve snaps, you oblige him. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and a noise complaint from your neighbours in all directions.

You momentarily black out you think, but when you come back that Blüdhaven guy is leaning back against his chair, head rolled back. He looks like he been put through the tumble dryer a good four times, but looking at the mess in his hands you’d think he had a pretty good time.

“Holy shit,” holy shit, you just had perhaps one of the most phenomenal orgasms of your life, with some guy on the internet and your fingers.

“Hmm,” he practically moans, still in a daze with his head thrown back, this angle making that little tattoo at the base of his neck more visible.

“You alive over there?” You manage to croak out, your heart still slamming in your chest as you let your hand fall by your side, almost wincing at the loss of touch.

“Uh-huh,” His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat, staring down at his hand and then back up at his screen, a broken grumble leaving him as he nods.

You’re not real, you genuinely have to be some kind of Angel. He’s never met anyone able to put him into such a state.

Well, he hasn’t met you either.

“Angel?” He mumbles breathlessly, praying that the dim light is enough to hide the flush of his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“Leave me your number?”

He swallows,

“Please?”

“Shit,” you groan into your hand at the sound of knocking on your dorm room door, rubbing a hand over your face.

It’s probably one of those stupid campus committee things going around. You’re not bothered to open the door, they can come back later for all you care.

You can’t get the guy from last night out of your head. You gave him your number under the premise of living on the edge for once in your life. You don’t expect him to call you, you don’t expect to see him like.. ever.

He does this like professionally, you’re just one of his girls - not even.

Another knock to the door disturbs your peace again, the sound of shoes shuffling outside your door.

“Give me a minute!”

You pull on a tank top, fixing your hair in an attempt to look somewhat decent when you inevitably have to open the door and tell these early birds to fuck right off.

You stumble out of your bedroom with a grumble, your socked feet thumping lightly against the creaky flooring.

“Hey, I’m not interest-“

Fuck.

There he is in the fucking flesh, standing at your door with a sheepish smile and a moving box.

You blink, digging your fingers into your palm to snap yourself out of whatever fucked up sex dream you’re having right now, staring at the guy standing in your doorway.

“Hey, this is room 444 yeah? I just got assigned here and I’m fucking lost.” He lets out a soft chuckle, rooting around in his pockets in efforts to show you his own key.

“Yes?” You murmur, the shakiness in your tone doing little to hide how aghast you are.

You have to double check, glancing over him like he’s got three fucking heads. He’s got the messy black hair, the boyish grin, that fucking tattoo at the base of his neck.

“Hey, you alright?”

His words snap you out of it, your nails digging into the doorframe like you’re about to rip the entire thing from its hinges.

“Yeah?”

You’re met with a slightly awkward nod, a far cry from whatever the fuck happened last night.

“Okay, good. I’m sorry I’m early, the train from Blüdhaven is a whole mess.”

You tilt your head, staring at him.

“Shit, my bad. Uhm, name’s Dick, Dick Grayson.” He offers, one hand fumbling to keep the box he has upright, the other now extended towards you.

Those same hands you wish were the ones fucking you last night, fuck, you need to lie down.

“Hey,”

Your words are far fucking shakier than you’d like, but how are you supposed to react?

He smiles, stepping inside your now shared dorm, glancing around and then at your slightly dishevelled form, offering another one of those little smiles that genuinely make you want to curl up and die on the spot.

“Rough night?”

He ain’t got a fucking clue.

“No, I uh, I couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

He nods, setting his box down on the coffee table, his eyes roaming over you for a moment more.

“Nice necklace.”

“Hm?” You blink.

“The Angel thingy, it’s cute.”

a/n: ITS TONGUE IN CHEEK DANIELLE!!

thank u @ccmf02 for proofreading and everything!!

part 2

Thank you for reading!!

I have motivation so reqs/asks are open

[steddieas-shegoes]

future is bright

for @steddieholidaydrabbles pop up event 'school's out for summer'

rated t | 916 words | no cw | tags: mild hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers (implied), open ending, super senior eddie, eddie needs a hug, steve is ready to give it to him

also on ao3

🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫🏫

He cannot believe he failed again.

Well, he can. But he figured the teachers would pass him just to get rid of him.

He avoids the school on graduation day, but he can’t resist moping in his van at the quarry. He knows most of the seniors won’t show up here until long after their celebratory dinners with family. He’s got the place to himself for a few hours at least.

Or he thought so, anyway.

He hears footsteps coming up behind him, and he turns to see Steve Harrington of all people walking up to him, still in his cap and gown.

“Not selling tonight, man. Sorry,” he says as he turns away from him. Hopefully that’s all he wanted and he leaves.

He doesn’t.

Steve sits down next to him, barely leaves any space between them.

“Is this an act of rebellion or did you really not graduate?” Steve asks him.

Eddie turns and prepares to reply with something cutting, something that’ll hurt Steve enough that he’ll leave. Steve’s looking at him with a genuine sadness, concern written in his frown.

“Isn’t it an act of rebellion to not graduate twice in a row?” Eddie asks, giving him a small, sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says and it sounds genuine so Eddie nods once in acceptance. “Gym?”

“Shockingly, no. Chem.”

“Chem sucks.”

Eddie snorts. “Yeah. I probably could’ve tried harder.”

“Eh. Next time.”

As if it’s that simple. As if a third senior year is an acceptable thing to be doing.

“Not sure I can do another year, man,” he says quietly, voice nearly breaking around the words. “Might just have to be what everyone expects me to be after all.”

“And what’s that?” Steve’s thigh is warm against his, but his gaze is hotter.

“A failure. Just like my dad. Loser who never leaves Hawkins or does anything,” Eddie shrugs. “Everything your buddies used to say I’d be.”

“I never said those things.” Steve pauses and sighs. “I don’t believe any of that.”

Which is at least partially true. Steve never did say any of that to his face, and maybe not even behind his back. Steve’s dad was actually Al Munson’s lawyer back in the day, probably knows more than anyone else besides Wayne and Eddie himself how shitty Al was as a person and father. But he never said anything. A part of him must’ve thought it, though.

“It’s okay if you do. Not much of a case for me to be any different.”

Wayne hugged him earlier, before he left for the shift he picked up, said he was proud of him no matter what. Wayne always believes in him, more than he should. But it doesn’t make Eddie feel any more confident.

“I dunno. The fact that you didn’t give up the first time is already a lot of proof you won’t be like him,” Steve’s smirking when Eddie looks over, but he doesn’t turn towards Eddie. “And the fact that I know you’re gonna try again proves you’re a lot better than he ever was.”

“You don’t even know me,” Eddie has to say, bites it out so Steve stops being nice to him.

“I know what it’s like to have expectations on you to be like your dad,” Steve finally turns to him. “Maybe mine isn’t the same as yours in some ways, but I think we have a lot more in common than you think.”

Eddie thinks about the time he saw Steve getting yelled at in his father’s office when Al dragged him to a meeting with his lawyer, how dejected Steve looked, eyes cast down to the floor. He didn’t know what it was about but he knows he couldn’t have been older than seven or eight, didn’t deserve to be berated in an office full of people over something that ultimately didn’t matter. He remembers Al saying something about rich people getting away with things poor people can’t, and remembers seeing Steve with bruises on his arms the next day.

He may have failed chemistry, but he got an A in math.

“You still trying to make him proud?” Eddie asks, unsure if he ever even tried in the first place.

“Nah. I learned a while ago nothing will. Not worth being someone I’m not,” Steve leans his weight against Eddie. “You gonna keep moping or come hang out at my house?”

Eddie’s jaw drops. “You want me to come to your party?”

“No,” Steve laughs. “I want you to come hang out with me and a few of my friends. Nancy and Jonathan and Robin. They’re cool. Promise.”

“Ah. To bring weed.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “No. To hangout. I mean you can bring whatever you want, but I’ve already got drinks and food and stuff so.”

Eddie thinks about it. He’s been wallowing for days now, and he’s pretty tired of himself. Steve’s offering something that seems like friendship, and he has no reason to believe he doesn’t actually mean it.

Wayne won���t be home until morning, and he probably wouldn’t notice if Eddie wasn’t around. He could smoke a little, maybe crash on one of Steve’s couches.

“I’m in.”

Steve beams at him like he just told him he won the lottery. It’s a beautiful smile, one that has Eddie’s heart skipping a beat traitorously.

Going back to school for another year will suck, he’s sure of that.

But he’s also pretty sure that he’s walking into a pretty great summer.

[dao-afterdark]

oubaitori (i)

tags/warnings: homophobia (from reader and his family), stereotypes against gay/queer men/people, abuse/threats of death(all in the flashback part), reader can be seen as not an entirely good person, hurt/comfort, angst, financial abuse, manipulation, queer themes.

notes: FINALLY. My god this took forever!! I really, really hope you guys like this first part! I think for sure the nsfw will start on part 2! Please understand that the reader may come off as unlikable, and that’s for a reason. Let me know if there any mistakes, I won’t let this be reblogged just yet in case I need to fix something major lol. Silly notes: Xiao’s bio is here and here’s Wei’s! I see zeno robinson’s voice being what Wei sounds like, and for Xiao’s voice, I see reagan murdock’s!

word count: 3,062

Your new roommate, Bingwei Gu, or Wei as he’s so readily and happily allowed you to call him, is interesting to say the least.

He’s energetic, unapologetically himself, and can at times be unreasonable and temperamental. He’d either wear an introvert down, or save them by carrying most, if not all, social interactions. For the most part he’s cool in your book, and apparently not exactly a playboy type like you first initially pinned him as.

“So who was that..?”

“Some dude I had an arrangement with. He knew I wasn’t looking for anything serious. He showed me is freaky side— a nonsexual freakiness, mind you— and, well, that happened. Sorry again.”

“Aren’t you worried about his threat?”

“Pfft! Me, worried? I get threats often enough. I’ll be fine!” Wei replies with a confident and playful grin.

You’re not sure whether to be worried about his careless response, or admire him for his conviction.

Eh, it’s not your job to worry, especially since he’s somewhat your senior. Clearly he’s got it all covered.

Settling into your new place wasn’t hard though. It’s lavish and comfortable, showcasing your roommates wealth, and Wei was adamant about helping out despite your assurance that you’d be fine, and he hardly left your side until it was time to turn in for the day. He was also generous enough to take care of the rent entirely, understanding that you’re already tight on funds, and stated that he hardly ever had to worry about rent anyways.

It worried you at first, not fond of the idea and slightly uneasy of the thought of him asking for something in return, especially if it’s something inappropriate.

But with Wei’s sticky sweet attitude, and the fact that he’s clearly well off, you prioritize your needed necessities to survive; college books aren’t exactly cheap after all!

The blessings don’t stop there though. On your first official day of the fall semester, Wei insisted on being your tour guide and took you all over the campus, and with his presence being beside you, you caught the curious stares and saw how- unsurprisingly- popular he is. Sparks of excitement light up in your chest. With Wei being popular and you being in his circle, surely you’ll gain some attention you can benefit from.

The school is grand, and proud, the buildings portraying a mix of sophistication and contemporaneous in its design. It’s been around for some time and only accepted the best of the best while offering vault of vast knowledge.

“And here’s the cafeteria! Food’s pretty damn good here, not gonna lie. Like it’s not like the shit you got in high school.”

Judging by the smell, you can definitely agree on that. The cafeteria is spacious and cozy, it almost makes you feel like you’re on some movie set!

Your tour with Wei comes a near conclusion as you arrive at the student government office, and one of the names on the pristine plaque catches your eye and sparks a memory.

“President Bai Xiao? Wasn’t—?”

“The president meant to show you around? Yeah,” Wei replies with a gleeful little grin.

You don’t know whether to laugh or stew with worry.

“Am I to assume that you’re Mr. (L/N)?” comes a sudden deep, and authoritative voice from behind, followed with well measured clicks from his heels.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear~,” Wei grins, not bothering to hide his voice and dismissed your quick pointed look.

President Bai Xiao is a tall man standing at 6’3, and dressed sharply in crisp, grey slacks, a pristine white button up with a dark blue sweater vest and tie, and on his feet are dark, clean leather dress shoes. There’s not a single wrinkle, or stain on him; truly the image of perfection to some, and a try-hard to others.

Even his hair is meticulously well taken care of. Long, blue-black with a single strip of white, clean, and without frizz as it’s held up tightly with a hair tie.

Subconsciously, you straighten up your posture as his brown and blue eyes fall onto you after briefly stopping on Wei. Remembering that he inquired about your identity, you quickly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me! (Y/N) (L/N)!”

“Is there any specific reason why you weren’t with the rest of the new students?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours; everywhere yours moved, he made sure to follow them.

“I was showing my new friend around,” Wei chimes in before you can answer, giving you a friendly bump.

Xiao’s eyes then cut to Wei, his eyes narrowing just a little more and his lips curling with quiet displeasure. “Gu Bingwei,” he mutters.

“President,” Wei mocks quickly in return.

“You’re meant to be in your business lecture right now,” Xiao continues, ignoring Wei’s blatant disrespect, arms crossing. The material strains just slightly you notice.

“I know, I know!” Wei carelessly replies, waving his hand as if shooing away a pesky fly. “But I can afford to skip at least once or twice!”

“Although unadvised, you’re not failing at least. But it was my job to do, so please don’t worry about it next time.”

“I’m not exactly sure why you’re getting onto me,” he starts, his lips, coated with with a little bit of shine, form into a pout full of faux innocence before he’s back to smirking. “You should be thanking me for helping you with your load~.”

What the hell!?

Your eyes practically bug out as you stiffly tick your head towards Wei, appalled and disgusted at his crude behavior, but can you say you’re surprised? You aren’t, but you are just a little, thinking Wei had a little more class than that. But from your experience and knowledge, most queers don’t have a filter or shame.

Discomfort and heat overcome you, and you give Xiao an apologetic stare. Xiao clearly is a straight man, because no queer or gay man dresses so… Sophisticated like that! Usually gay men loved to show skin and be different and or feminine. The only feminine thing about Xiao is his hair length. And besides, Xiao doesn’t look like the type to be promiscuous, unlike Wei.

Xiao’s face was like a stone, eyes clouded with tiniest hint of confusion before his handsome face twists, aghast, face flushing faintly. Finally, he schools his expression, letting out a simple sigh of disappointment before giving you his undivided attention, his face still tainted with a hint of blush.

“I welcome you to our school, (Y/N) (L/N). Don’t hesitate to come to me or my other council members for any questions or concerns that you have. And please,” he says, almost staring into your soul with those piercing eyes of his. “Abide the rules.”

“Y-Yeah, sure…”

And with that, and without a word to Wei, he heads into his office, closing the door sharply that it made you flinch, secondhand embarrassment squeezing your gut. “What was that??”

Wei shrugs, his grin wolfish and shameless. “What? I love getting under his skin!”

“Dude!” you stress, gritting your teeth slightly. “That’s the student council president!”

Wei is still amused and he rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner. “Doesn’t matter to me, and it shouldn’t matter what he thinks about you,” he tells you, beginning to take languid steps away from the office, hands in his pocket.

“…Do you guys have history or something?” you asks after debating whether or not to keep hanging around him or not, planting yourself at his side.

“We do. Been fucking around with him since we were young.”

Wei didn’t elaborate, quickly jumping into the next topic, curious about your thoughts on the school and everything else. Fortunately for you though, you find out the history between your roommate and President Bai.

In short, they’re academic rivals from affluential families, but at first it the rivalry seemed one sided, Xiao not caring about anyone but his own progress and achievements, and Wei who was here to live life to the fullest in his own way. The moment when Wei, a mostly carefree individual, suddenly knocked Xiao from his pedestal as the top student, it was like a switch went off.

It was almost like a war zone, especially when it came time for selecting who would be the president of the student council. They were neck and neck, and the moment when Wei received more votes than Xiao, he dropped out of the race, claiming he really didn’t want all that troublesome work, and he just wanted to get under Xiao’s skin, to get him to see that he’s not perfect as the man thinks he is.

You can’t say you’re too surprised to hear how petty Wei is… Although, it was funny, you can’t lie about it.

And, you’re not sure why this thought even appeared in your mind in the first place, but you wondered if they happened to have fallen in bed with each other…

But there’s no way that’s possible. President Bai would never entertain such an idea, and you’re a 100% sure he’s straight as a bean pole.

One things for certain though, there’s layers to Wei and you’re sure he’s gonna keep your college life busy and entertaining.

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The home you were born and raised in wasn’t really a home.

The definition of home is a place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. But there’s more to it than just a vessel living in a furnished shell, or having clothes on your back.

Everyone’s definition of a home is different, to some it’s a person, but the principles are all the same. You’re meant to be safe, and happy; where you’re meant to thrive.

The place you grew up in was nothing but a turbulent prison. To everyone looking at you and your parents, they didn’t see the cracks, or maybe they did. But many seemingly believed the honeyed smiles and lies that you tried so hard to keep up.

Your father, the main patriarch of the household, was a star quarterback in his glory days, until he got injured and was forced to quit. Football was all he had, all he was, so he became nothing but a miserable drunk to nurse the pain and wallow in his failures.

Then there’s your mother… The main homemaker until she had to work when your father wouldn’t. In old photos you’ve seen of her, there was a noticeable spark in her eyes, her smile vibrant and wide, but now the spark is absent, sorrow and hollowness taking it’s place.

As her son, you’re one of her only sources of joy in her rotten, unlucky life, and she clings onto you like a starved creature in the wild.

Unfortunately, your mother poked the drunk bear and it changed everything…

At the age of 12, your mother was exposed for having an affair with the next door neighbor, Ms. Jackson. She was a very kind woman who baked delicious things she’d share with your family.

Your father raised hell when he found out. He dragged you out of your room by the back of your shirt and made you watch as he battered your mother black and blue, and she took it despite her pleadings for forgiveness. If you moved an inch, protested in any way, you caught a beating as well.

“Boy, if I ever catch you being gay, I’ll make sure they never find your body; do you understand me?!”

That threat never left you, it being permanently branded into the wrinkly folds of your brain. Not that it should matter.. You’re not into men.

From then on, your life grew into something more violent, suffocating, and lonely.

Ms. Jackson soon fled the small town you lived at, her reputation crumbling, and your mother not defending her. Your mother became even more of a shell of herself and did everything she could to fix what she couldn’t fix. She pleaded for forgiveness and sought out affection from you when your father didn’t want to be bothered by her, content with his poison of choice.

You didn’t want to deal with her either. Because of her, you barely had privacy, because of her, your father had forced her to stay at home so he can keep an “eye on her”, that meant you had to work more and he pocketed most, if not all your money for himself, and your mother trying to pacify your rightful anger by telling you “he’s your father and he needs it. I promise you’ll get it back”.

Of course you’re hardly did get it back.

Because of the situation you got into bad habits. You didn’t allow much touch, unless it was strictly from your girlfriends, but even then you wouldn’t let them coddle you too much, and you kept it brief when it was your sports-mates. You started having sex early to prove your masculinity and to assure your sexuality. You repressed emotions you deemed weak, and did anything else to prove that you’re a man, waiting for the chance to escape your dreadful parents.

Now, you can’t say that you hate your mother, but you know you can’t rely or save her when she’s so adamant about sticking by your father despite how pathetic he is.

As for him, you wish nothing but the worst for him. He wanted you to be a man, but he himself isn’t one since he chose to wallow in his own self pity rather than adjust to the bad hand left dealt him.

He could drop dead and you wouldn’t care.

And to this day you still believe it.

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[Mother]: Hi, baby! Mom misses you so much! I hope school has been good… We miss you here at the house!

[Mother]: The holidays are coming up and we’d love it if you could come home for them! It’d be hard on us to not see you, you know..? We’ve always spent holidays together after all.. Anyways! I love you, honey, please don’t go silent on me, okay..?🥺🤗❤️

Your phone trembles in your hold, your knuckles cracking quietly as your grip gradually becomes unforgiving. By now, the screen has long since gone black when you were lost in your haze of depressing and infuriating memories.

It’s as if a stitched up wound was split open again, your vulnerability that you try so hard to bury and forget flooding back and staining you all over again.

Why couldn’t she just get the hint?

There’s a light, warm nudge against your knee that brings you back into the present. Wei’s gaze is full of concern and confusion, the corners of his smooth lips inched downward by a thread, and his well maintained brows are pinched. The TV screen is still stuck on the pause menu when you finally moved your gaze from his face.

Christ, how long where you just sat there staring and brooding??

“You good? You just sorta went quiet. What’s wrong?”

It’s easy to tell that he’s trying not to work himself, or you up. You can see the cogs behind his eyes working into overdrive as he tries to figure out what’s possibly causing you stress.

Words are caught in your throat as you weigh your choices. It’s been 1 1/2 months since you moved in with Wei, and your relationship has grown.

Wei, despite being an arrogant hypocrite, is an overall nice guy to have in life. He’s different than your usual type of friend since you’ve never really had a queer friend before.. He’s affectionate and touch was one of his main ways of expressing it, but thankfully he knows the limits.

Talking about your turmoil could help, but why would you need to talk about it..? You’ve been doing fine before, why this time are you feeling as though you’re about to burst at the seems?

Wei continued to watch you and soon lets out a sigh, smiling with reluctance. “Hey, you don’t gotta tell me everything or anything at all. I just wanna make sure you’re alright. I’m here for you in anyway you need me.”

The cracks expand in your resolve, and your mouth movies before you can stop it. “It’s family stuff… My mother is asking about me coming down for the holidays…”

“Oohh. So family drama, I see. Why don’t you block them? Actually, never mind, silly question.”

You reply with a weak laugh.

Wei raised up from the couch, adjusting his clothes while speaking. “Like I said, I’m here for you if you need advice, to bitch, a shoulder to cry on, anything, dude.”

Your heart aches as it’s squeezed tight, a knot forming in your throat, but you steel yourself as best as you could, swallowing it all like bitter medicine.

Wei then turns the game off and puts the controllers on their port since clearly you’re in no shape to continue your pvp match. ‘How embarrassing… Do something..’

“Do you want a hug?”

A hug?? You don’t need a hug. Does he like you or something…? No, that’s not nice, but-.

“Look,” Wei cuts through your tangled mess of thoughts. He slowly turns to look at you, a knowing expression on his face. “It’s nothing complicated, alright? I’m asking because I think you need one, but it’s up to you. I’m just being a good friend.”

A twinge of guilt eats away at you, but you can’t bring yourself to face it right now. “Right. Of course.. Sure!”

To late to back track.

Wei’s smile grows softer, his shoulders easing just faintly. He returns over to your side and plops down, closer than he was originally when you both were gaming. Your heart beats like a race horse, but you maintain an easy breath.

You wonder who will make the first move, but Wei answers that for you by wrapping his arms around you.

And oh… Oh you feel yourself shatter like fine china. His hold is comforting, warm, and safe. His curls are soft against your cheek and fragrant, making you melt into him further.

“I don’t know the full story, but it’s gonna be okay, alright? Even if it doesn’t feel that way right now. I’m here for you.”

You’re ashamed to admit that you cried your eyes out like an unhealed child.

᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/ribbonrabbitdaycare, velaazuretail, caecusmedicus, adornedwithlight

for those who may have skipped the flashback: to summarize, it’s shows how the reader grew up in a heavily traditional environment that was surrounded by violence. Reader’s mother cheated on her husband with a woman, and it kick started the bigger problems. Reader’s father also threatens to kill him if he ever finds out he’s gay, further traumatizing him.

[acupofinkedblood]

Pwnatious x reader

TW: NSFW headcanons

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• So you’re sexually attracted to some noble of an Inphernal who insists on wearing a teapot on their head? Alright, who am I to judge? People have taste after all, and one doesn’t blame you. The thing about Pwantious is that they can’t really be a top no matter how much they try to think of themselves as one. They definitely have tried to access their dominance from time to time, but never as a top. They just failed every single time before giving up. Pwantious simply wants to be on the receiver line rather than putting in the work. Like, you have the pitiful grace of serving them! So of course you’re the one doing everything. That is simply enough to make the claim that Pwantious is more of a power bottom who bosses you around to please them as how they see fit

• Pwantious isn’t one with the best experience with other Inphernal due to how high and mighty they think of themselves, as well as how they actively shove people away from getting too close to their comfort zone like an instinct. They might know a thing or two, but then get rather flustered because they kinda deemed it as something inappropriate for a noble to act? Yet this bastard’s mind can go pretty wild, they just lack real experience. It definitely takes quite the talk to get them to be experimental. Though you’re one of those — if not the only — rarest case that they keep around. For amusement? For entertainment? Maybe for fondness. Eh, who really knows what they’re thinking. Anyway, if you finally reach that stage of relationship with Pwantious to the point that you two can be shameless about your sex life, then you definitely have to be prepared. Physically or mentally? Probably both

• They are a noble, of course it’s going to be a hassle to break down that oh-so-beyond-everyone attitude that they carry in every step they walk on the polished floor made of bux. But like the absolute hypocrite they are, Pwantious still had quite the dirty secret that they never thought that they would let anyone else know about it. And in this case, it’s you, for the worse or the better. One thing about them is that Pwantious doesn’t mind spending their money on you as long as it benefits them also. Everything you two use has to be on the high-end, even when it’s just lubricant. They won’t accept the other way around. On that note, maybe lingerie too. They got money anyway, so there might be a collection coming out soon and they would be the first little shit to get you that with a cocky smirk. Who’s going to wear it? Flip a coin and find out yourself

• Sensational play is one of the thing they take part in, as they enjoy wax play or temperature play for some odd reason. Degradation is something they enjoy with a pure passion, but only when they are the one who is degrading you. There is no other way around. With how prideful they are, a slight insult coming out of your mouth will definitely earn you a kick off the bed as quickly as possible. That being said, they enjoy seeing you with a collar on too. Worries not, Pwantious will have you a personalized collar made by the finest materials with your name engraved on the golden tag. All of their toys used on you are the best of best. Though you’re going to have to introduce them to other type of sex toys, since Pwantious only restricted to some the specific toys of the pages. Once you did, you should prepare yourself because once Pwantious is feeling generous, you’re the one getting sore that night

• This is a surprising take but Pwantious enjoys roleplaying with a script that involves you being at their beck and call. They have this fantasy of seeing you as someone lower, like a servant, to please them as they wish. Though it’s already the dynamic between the two of you, they like to be engaged in those detailed roleplay scenarios as if they were in a forbidden movie. Something like the sex slave and the master, or when they are feeling like it, they’d script out the whole story and make you follow each steps of it just for their amusement. Sometimes their fantasy can get ahead of their mind too. Maybe once or twice they just daydream midday about you screwing them over for a quickie in the middle of work. But will their pride allow that? Oh hell no. They have a reputation to maintain, mind you. Pwantious’d crush themselves out to force them to get that thought of their mind

• Sex with Pwantious can be a wild card depending on their moods. Under normal circumstances, things will mainly focus on them getting off by humiliating you with anything they can use at that time, either toys or themselves. However, if they are feeling more needy than usual, then things can get quite crazy with them tugging you by the collar that they made you wear while making you fuck them over as if there is no tomorrow without giving a damn on how spent they are afterward. Getting rough once in a blue moon is a fine thing for Pwantious. After all, they’re too horny to even thinking about those complicated pleasantries by that time, so it’s like a rare treat for Pwantious

• One thing about this rich bastard is that they only want you to serve them and them alone. That also applies to oral. Pwantious hates giving with a burning passion as they can never allow them to get down that low, even when it’s you. They only want to receive, no give. Pwantious’ volume is not too loud, but not too quiet either. But if you manage to get them to slowly losing themselves to the pleasure, you can mess around with them by stretching the process out on purpose. Their whines were worth it. Only then you might have a brief chance of edging them as you can have a chance of getting away with it. Well, at least a bit before the tug your horn and shove you down to just get over it already. It worths a shot still, so it’s still a win for you

• Of course, they enjoy teasing you a lots, especially when they still full of energy before getting wrecked. Like, c’mon, what did you expect in a classist asshole of a nepo baby? They will find out the right way to get under your nerves and you can’t really do anything about it. That’s just unfair, right? But for Pwantious, that’s just pure high-class entertainment that they enjoy. That’s verbally speaking, but what about actions? Surprisingly enough, physical touch is how you get back at them. With consequences, definitely. Just trace your finger down their back, ghost your hand up their thigh or keep their waist in a firm grip - keep it subtle enough so you can easily get away with it despite Pwantious wanting more of it. Keep it up the entire day, then before you know it, Carnage has already scooped you up and put you into Pwantious’ private room. Good luck with that

• Pwantious has a stamina that is below average due to being inexperienced with another Inphernals for quite a long time. But then again, that can be improved easily the more they got around you. Though for the time being, probably one or best is two round is already pushing their limit. Pwantious is a bit of a glass canon, because one the one hand they can try to act tough in order to keep up that attitude of theirs, yet on the other hand, they are all bark with no bite. Their ego might feed them this certain amount of energy to keep up that blissful haywire, but only for a short period of time before their mind goes to sleep mode

• They’re hardly awake after each session, that is to say they might as well just pass out immediately after looking at you, knowing that you already know what to do. They demand the aftercare as if they are royalty. You must have foreseen this coming, no? With how much of a self-centered bastard they are, Pwantious will definitely make you bring them whatever they want along side the additional delicate treatment. A bath with rose water is a must afterwards, as they dislike the slight feeling of that sticky filth on their body. Afterwards, they’d expect you to leave. But if you choose to stay, then they will unconsciously allow themselves to find your warmth and, for once, be vulnerable completely. Don’t try to mention it in front of them when they’re up though, or else they will make sure that Carnage will kick your ass out through the back door to save their own face

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[spiritmadeofstars]

Something to live for, someone to die for  (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 12 [on-going]

Summary: Loki and Birdie get ready for the first day of their trip.

NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?

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Chapter 12 - Remember your dreams

They say sleeping in a new place for the first time brings weird dreams that have a high chance of becoming true. You had – or remembered – none, and you feared what it meant.

When you woke up, Loki was not in his bed. You were glad. How would it feel to see him sleeping there? Or worse, looking at you with that mischievous spark in his eyes… wishing you would finally wake up, or rather stay unconscious forever? You did not waste time and headed straight for the bathroom… but a flash from the night before crossed your mind. That bathroom was cursed. Must be.

Loki was not there, so you decided to change in the room. Who’d care if he’d see you, definitely not you. You were long dressed in your pretty red skirt and a simple black top when he returned. You hoped no one would ask to buy such basic pieces, though perhaps you’d be able to swap clothes in such case. You were still confused by the little rules of this place you were aware of.

“You’re up.” he stated as he walked in. You nodded out of habit, your face a mask of peace. This is so weird. Loki had some luggage by his bed that you did not notice yesterday, must be his magic and stuff. He rummaged through it and proceeded to put something in his pocket… if he even had a pocket in his robes. Maybe he just magicked it into some imaginary pocket…

“Now, as I promised.” He walked over to you. You were sitting on your bed, been waiting for him like a good little pet, leaning back on the bed. He motioned with his finger for you to stand up, and you did – only to come up face to face with him. He blinked, surprised. “I forgot you could fly.” Loki’s eyes shot down, observing the empty space beneath you.

“So you called me Birdie just for the shits and giggles? Put me in a cage just ‘cause it looked sexy?” You grinned. His eyes hardened. He put a hand on your shoulder and pushed you to stand on the ground, you let him. 

“No flying here.” He stated. “You do not want to look too interesting to the other patrons, they would only ask too many questions.”

“I could always lie.” You winked.

“It’s better if you do not have to in a place like this.” Loki seemed serious and it made you nervous. “But you need to be able to talk to them, just like everyone else. Yesterday I just wanted to see if people would notice you, if someone would feel the artifact in you. But no one did. So it’s safe to allow you to have some conversations, could even be useful if you play it right.” You were nodding along. Of course, he brought you in, unable to ask for help in case someone realized you did not come of your own free will.

“Okay, I promise not to reveal that you’re a piece of shit to everyone we meet, but I can’t promise they won’t notice on their own.” Loki grabbed your face, one finger under your chin, one over your lips – silencing you.

“This is no time to joke.” He looked deep in your eyes as he talked, trying to get the point across. “If anyone suspects you are mine, they might-no, they will try to take you away from me.”

“Didn’t know you were so romantic, Loki.” You spoke against his finger. He sighed, defeated.

“You will get us in trouble, I can tell already.” His finger now hovered over your lips, no longer touching, but you could still feel a ghost of his touch. “But I cannot have you walking these halls unable to speak or understand.”

“Why are you so afraid? I’m sure you won’t leave me out of your sight, when would I even get the chance to ruin your… I’m guessing you have a grand plan or something, and we’re not here just trying luck?”

“The artifact is very, very important to me. If you behave here -” Loki seemed to weigh his words, but his eyes stayed glued to yours. “-I promise I will try my best to spare your life when extracting the artifact, or enacting my grand plan.”

“Why would you promise such a thing? I assume you won’t allow me to misbehave even if I wanted to. And I highly doubt I have any chance of surviving what you plan to do.”

“I’m trying to be civil with you, is it nothing to you? Should I threaten you with the knife instead?” He seemed frustrated, his grip tightened.

“No, of course not, Loki.” You reached for the hand that was still touching your face, and wrapped your fingers gently around his wrist. The touch felt foreign, wrong. His skin was too warm, too human. “But I can clearly see you’re lying, you’re trying too hard to make me believe your words.”

“You can see nothing, woman.” He moved closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You closed your eyes, the memory of your fight back on Earth came to you. Being pressed against him and feeling nauseous. You felt similar now.

“Fine, fine. I accept your promise and in return I promise to behave while we are here.” You took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Loki was a huge piece of shit for all he did, not only kidnapping you, but everything else… but here, in this foreign place, he was the closest thing to an ally you had. “But once we’re gone, I will go back to fighting you.” You seethed. “I will try until my last breath to defy you and fuck up your plans.” You wondered if you should spit in his face and wipe off that smug expression, but decided to be civilized.

“Very well, I’m satisfied.” The hand on your face seemed to grow warmer. “I expected nothing less from you, Birdie.” His prior softness, fear and frustration suddenly gone. It was almost like a mask he put on to make you feel for him, be more pliable.

Loki leaned even closer - and licked the finger that was hovering over your lips. Then proceeded to smear his saliva over your lips. Stunned with shock, you let it happen.

“I grant you the magic of my silver tongue. You’ll be able to speak and understand all the languages I can.” His hand finally left your face, and you managed a rugged breath.

“Hah, I’m just glad a similar ritual is not needed for my ears to understand.” You tried to joke, but it was not enough to distract you from Loki’s closeness and the loneliness you have felt for longer than you’ve been captured by him. You stood there, willing your body to move like normal, to ignore the blatant disrespect for one’s personal space.

“Come.” He was standing in the open door. “We have places to be.” Loki’s hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it, to let him guide you and control you. It took you longer to recover than you’d like to admit, but you took those steps and took his hand, and suddenly remembered you did dream last night after all.

In your dream, you were Eve, alone in the garden, no Adam in sight. You walked the green lands, ate the forbidden Fruit like it was nothing, you knew the secrets of the universe and where to find doors that would let you into the other gardens. But you weren’t supposed to open them, not yet, not just for anyone.

They warned you of strangers trying to get in, and you were supposed to guard the doors from unwanted visitors. Trap any intruder in the roots of the Tree until They returned for a visit. But you were alone, so alone.

So when one day, you found one of the doors open and a beautiful golden snake lying right in front of it, instead of closing the door and trapping the snake in the roots, you decided to feed it the Fruit and watched it turn into a handsome, dark haired man with a crown of horns.

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Vividly Colored Imagination - Chapter 5

Characters — ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: Crafts Teahouse in Kanazawa

Sakujiro: Well then everyone, this afternoon we will be painting our very own Hachiman okiagari dolls. It will be an exciting experience.

Akuta: An okiagari doll? Are you talking about those things that look like daruma dolls?

Kaede: Yes. It’s a pretty famous activity to do in Kanazawa. It’s used to pray for the growth and overall happiness of children.

The Yasue Hachiman Shrine near the station is said to be the origin of the “Kaga Hachiman Okiagari” ritual. There are a lot of Hachiman okiagari dolls lined up there. Fun fact, it’s said that this shrine was entrusted to the Maeda clan, who would come here to pray for the removal of black ships!

Sakujiro: We sincerely hope that this experience of learning about Kanazawa’s traditions and culture will help you deepen your learning for the tour.

Nanaki: That’s fine and all, but…

Ushio: Just what the hell are you wearing, Sensei?

Sakujiro: As for me, I am supposed to be a substitute animal feeding instructor for today. For that purpose, I am wearing this apron.

Akuta: You can do something like that Kari-sen!?

Sakujiro: Indeed I can. I am also a certified ceramics manufacturing technician

Kaede: (What an incredible certification…)

Sakujiro: Traditionally, one would paint pine, bamboo, and plum flowers on the body of a Hachiman okiagari doll, but please feel free to decorate it however you like.

Akuta: Then I’ll get started right awa… Uh, there’s something called a “designation tag” on it,

Muneuji: It’s something akin to what Nanamegi did with Kinugawa earlier.

Nanaki: So we do the same with the Hachiman okiagari doll?

Kiroku: There’s a… boom… like that…

Akuta: We can draw a pic of the person we’re making them for then! Or you can just draw something inspired by them!

Kaede: Designated tags huh. Sounds interesting. I’ll join in with you guys so there’ll be 6 people. We’d have enough to pair everyone together, so let’s do that.

Ushio: In that case, I won’t pair with anyone who isn’t Muu-chan.

Muneuji: Then that’s decided.

Kaede: Then let’s pair the two tour hosts, Kiroku-kun and Nanaki-kun, if possible…

Kiroku: O…kay…

Nanaki: ‘Kay, I’ll be in your care then Kiroku.

Kaede: That leaves me and Akuta-kun as the last pair. You could also do it by yourself if you don’t wanna be paired with an adult.

Akuta: What are you talking about? I wanna be Sensei’s partner whether you're an adult or not! I’d be happy to be together with you.

Kaede: Uuu…

Akuta: Eh, why’re you suddenly crying? What’s wrong? 

Kaede: (At one point, it felt like the age difference between us was as deep as the Mariana Trench, but for Akuta-kun, it doesn’t matter now… I’m so glad to be a teacher… Well I’m a chief, not a teacher, but…)

Some dust just got in my eye is all! Then I’ll be in your care, Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Yup!

Nanaki: (I’m a little… No, a LOT, jealous…)

Ushio: Gh… Ghggh…

Muneuji: Uu-chan, what’s wrong?

Ushio: I don’t have enough artistic talent to draw Muu-chan’s face well enough…

Sakujiro: What… long and winged eyelashes, paired with that sharp face shape…! This is a very excellent expression, Kurama-kun.

Ushio: Wh– Don’t peek at my drawing…!

Muneuji: You drew a celestial body on the drawing as well. I feel as if this is a very joyous occasion.

Sakujiro: As for Kaguya’s artwork, Kurama-kun is depicted with a radiant smile.

Muneuji: Indeed. I painted him while imagining his face when he is reading one of his “godly” books.

Ushio: I-I don’t remember making a face like that at all, though.

Akuta: Staaaaaare…

Akuta: Staaaare… Stare staaaaaaare……

Kaede: (It’s almost refreshing to be stared at this much…)

Akuta-kun. How’s my designated piece going? 

Akuta: Like this!

Kaede: Waah. Thank you for making it look so nice!

(Ah, he wrote “Sensei” on the tag… hehe)

Akuta: Sensei, y’know…

Kaede: Yeah?

Akuta: When I’m looking closely, your face is really pretty.

Kaede: Eh!

Nanaki: Ehh!?

Akuta: Ah, my bad for staring so hard?

Nanaki: (Of course it’s “your bad,” that’s extremely rude…!)

Kaede: No, it’s not that. Thank you.

Nanaki: ( ……Gh…… )

Kaede: Akuta, your eyes are big, and you’re really expressive, so you’re pretty charming.

Akuta: Right〜? You also have a lovely charming face like mine, Sensei. I wanna keep staring.

Kaede: Then, I can move a bit closer. I’ll just move my chair and… there.

Akuta: Uh!

Kaede: What is it?

Akuta: My nose isn’t bleeding, is it?

Kaede: It’s okay, it’s not bleeding at all.

Akuta: Hehe, then there’s not a problem! Kurushuumai[1], you can come a bit closer!

Nanaki: (What kinda nickname is Kurushuumai!? Uuu～～ That kinda closeness is SO unfair…!)

Kiroku: I’m… finished……

Nanaki: Ah, sorry. I’m almost done too.

Kiroku: It’s okay… I’ll wait.

Nanaki: Kiroku, could I see your okiagari doll?

Kiroku: !! Uh.

Nanaki: (He hid it behind his back…)

Kiroku: ………

(I was just concentrating on painting, but…)

Dewawa: And that time, the lanterns just so happened to be called “creepily cute” …

This time, it might not even be cute anymore.

Pinfu: So in other words… Cr・ee・py! Gyaha!

Kiroku: (This… Will Nanamegi hate it…? I’m not sure if… this was what I was supposed to be drawing when… drawing someone else…)

Uh… Umm……

Akuta: WOAAAAHH! That’s Kiroku’s okiagari doll!?

Kiroku: Huh!?

(I forgot Isotake was behind me… He saw it…!?)

Kaede: You’re already done? So fast!

Ushio: Huh? Who is?

Muneuji: I also want to see.

Kiroku: (I’m being… backed into a corner…!)

Sakujiro: Kinugawa-kun, please make your way to this table so you can display it to everyone.

Kiroku: (I can’t… get away… from this……)

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Notes — ✈︎

Kurushuumai is combining the word “苦しい (Kurushii)”meaning painful or distressing with Shuumai who is. Shuumai.

[kelvintimeline]

Fuck it I’ll just say it. I watch the copaganda firefighter show. I don’t think it’s good. But it’s something to talk about with my mom that isn’t politics (she’s just annoying she’s not a conservative) and the drama is fun. I shit talk it and make up insane theories with some friends, it’s good water cooler talk.

But the show is bad. Not even ethically. Like it is morally bad but also it’s just not good. It’s fun. It’s not good. It’s weightless. It’s fat free potato chips.

That said, I ship buddie. I don’t think the show ships buddie that much, I’ve vagueblogged about how much Buddie has underwhelmed me BUT the fanon version of Buddie on my dash is fun. It fills a void. I don’t think the show has ever rly implied Eddie id a repressed gay man but it’s fun to imagine he is. Make hot men be hot together and like nervous about it. Sure.

I dont like Tevan. Rehabilitating a racist by making him a closet case is bad writing but again this is a copaganda show so it wasn’t surprising writing. Their relationship could be cute otherwise but well it’s not otherwise and also dumping someone because you think that like… one day they might love another man is so 😭😭😭 I also think Tommy is a non-character like he literally is Just There.

And ultimately I think if Buck’s most interesting relationship was actually with Taylor so… I’m a homophobe in that way… bring the woman back for the bi man I’m sorry. If I said Tommy is just a racist man version of Taylor with less spunk is that homophobia or is it misogyny to tell me I’m wrong

All that said I would pop bottles of Buddie went canon

I don’t think it will.

I do like watching Ryan turn red in interviews when asked about it tho. I think so many of the interviews are about buddie cause well… there’s little else to talk about. The cast definitely doesn’t like talking about Bobby being dead so like what else is there to talk about for real

I which is why I won’t be blogging about the copaganda show EXCEPT to get involved in the drama cause I love drama.

But I do think everyone needs to remember the show… the show is not good

Want my real controversial take? I don’t care that Bobby died. “He was the heart of the show!” Eh, everyone kinda tag teamed that. It’s fine.

I don’t care about any of these people tbh

I just like bitching about the show with my friend and finding out my mom has opinions on gay ships.

But no the show is not gaybaiting and I think anyone who thinks it is is actually just mad they killed off Bobby and wants a like… moral reason to be mad at the show but “writing off the straightest whitest dude on the show” isn’t a good enough avenue for that

But the fandom was being racist as hell saying it should’ve been Ravi so I’m not surprised

There all of my cards on the table. Show sucks, the fandom sucks, but I like being in th e know so here we are

[foreststarflaime]

Greetings I am Star o/ (or Forest, or Foreststar) I am just here to have fun and scream into the ether about the stuff I like. Sometimes I may go a bit without posting anything tho bc words do not always work for me

Also I like dragons, swords, stars, pretty much anything fantasy and nature, etc. I adore stories of any kind! I’m studying classics and linguistics so I talk a lot about that, and my favorite hobby is swinging swords at my friends (HEMA—historical european martial arts, I mainly do longsword)

Tags for my stuff for organization:

Star’s Dragon Sanctuary now open! Feel free to ask us about any of your dragon-related needs or curiosities! (tag won’t link check featured)

Star rambles — my stuff, me yapping

Star essays — the long essay analysis posts I sometimes do — star gushes for the more poetic ones — star scenarios for au/shitpost type stuff — headcanons

My writing — stuff I write, mostly fanfics but there’s some original stuff in there too — Ao3

My photography — I’ve been getting more into that recently! Mostly nature stuff and ruins. Sideblog for it: @nostosphotography

My ocs — I don’t post about em much here but I have many! Feel free to ask about them. In particular there is Foreststar

I also have a ff7 dragons au now!

Ask game prompts — love doing these, as well as any other tag game stuff! Ask game for responses and asks for general asks in case I accidentally buried yours in reblogs

Other tag stuff under the cut

Middle earth — tolkien stuff, my first and eternal hyperfixation

Loki — any version of him really. But my fav is the Agent of Asgard version from marvel comics. I will never shut up about Loki I love him whenever he appears in anything

Ff7 — final fantasy 7

Armory — hehehe pictures of various weapons but mainly swords :) used to be just under swords so you can also look there

Dragons — I am and always have been obsessed

Stars — this and the two above it are my 3 favorite things ever

Classics — greek and roman stuff

Linguistics — cool language stuff

Random stuff — stuff I couldn’t otherwise categorize

Nature — cool pictures

Castles — I use this tag very loosely, should probably change it to architecture but eh

Dw — doctor who

Mi — mission impossible

Technoblade, philza minecraft

Pokemon

Gf — gravity falls

Stray gods

Hades — the game

Flight rising — dragons :) my favorite

Nimona — this movie healed my soul

Epic — the musical

Hlvrai — half life vr but the ai is self aware, by wayneradiotv

Bg3 — Baldur’s Gate 3

Genloss — generation loss (same stuff, changed the tag)

Tiny glade — my stuff under #my glades

Merlin — the bbc show

Fma — fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood ofc)

Pb — the princess bride

Rdr — red dead redemption

Uu — unstable universe/unstable smp

Lifesteal — lifesteal smp

Totg — twilight of the gods

TEs — elder scrolls, mainly skyrim

Wtnv — welcome to night vale

Mp100 — mob psycho 100

Tdp — the dragon prince

Temeraire

Frozen, Tangled (esp the series), Mulan, etc

Pnf — phineas and ferb

Sky cotl — children of the light, gorgeous mobile game

Wtnv — welcome to night vale

Poto — phantom of the opera

Parkour civ (formerly tagged as Parkour civilization) — what the hell why am I here why is this stupid series so good wtf

Pvp civ — pvp civilization

Aaa — agatha all along

gomens — good omens (NOT neil gaiman)

Sanders sides

Gw — the gilded wolves (currently reading)

Mtp — moriarty the patriot (currently watching)

Genloss — Generation Loss

Jrwi — mainly riptide

Wicked

Gladiator

Trsmp — the realm smp

Kww — ken wato wifies collab and related stuff

Sanders sides

Pota — planet of the apes

Mh — monster hunter

Tlt — the locked tomb

I probably did not catch all of these. More will come as I think of them unless I get lazy

Please no one let @darkstarflaime out of the basement prison abyss again it takes forever to catch him

[decks-writing-blog]

Gordon Swap: Chapter One: Vanished

Summary: Instead of throwing him into the trash compacter, the soldiers decide to throw Gordon into another one of Black Mesa's experiments.

After cutting off his hand, the soldiers decide to throw Gordon into another one of Black Mesa's experiments.

[A/N] Another fic that got out of hand length wise. This one I thought was gonna be 4-5 chapters at most. I just finished chapter 7 today and it's still going however. This isn't gonna spiral into another 24 chapter, 100k+ words fic though, I got the end goal planned and it's in sight even if i don't yet know how many more chapters are going to be needed to reach it. Because of that and how long I've been working on it, the itch to start uploading it is strong so I'm doing so.

As is often the case when I write HL Gordon I need to include a quick Content Warning; he's the reason for the 'temporary character death' tag. When he dies, time goes back and he's alive again, deaths are depicted and he thinks about manually resetting (aka killing himself) a few times but doesn't do so (as of where I'm writing now, I will give an updated warning if such occurs when uploading the chapter in question).

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Voices roused Gordon, indecipherable under the ringing in his ears. He needed to wake up, get a move on. What his mission was exactly he couldn’t quite recall currently but it was important.

He cracked open an eye. Blank concrete ceiling moved above him like a treadmill. … No, it wasn’t moving, he was. Hands grasped his ankles, dragging him across the floor to… where? Probably nowhere good, especially since he had no idea who was dragging him. He should really do something about it.

“… toss him into that closet thingy that vanished Larry,” one of the voices said, becoming clearer.

“Eh, I don’t know ‘bout that. Larry already fucked up by messing with that, don’t know if we should too.”

“Maybe it’ll give us Larry back if we vanish him. Even if it don’t, won’t have to be concerned with the body, eh?”

“Suppose it’s worth a shot.”

They had to be talking about vanishing Gordon, right? If so, he should really do something to stop this. A lot of Black Mesa’s experiments could be dangerous. If this one had already vanished one person, messing with it wasn’t wise. But… it was hard to care as much as he should. The ringing was coming back, threatening to send him under again. His body and thoughts were too heavy to properly fight it.

That was fine though. He’d die and everything would reset. Bad but he was starting to get used to it.

***

Voices roused Gordon, indecipherable under the ringing in his ears. Everything hurt, his arm in particular. Every little bump and jolt sent a stab of pain through it.

He opened his eyes. Blank concrete ceiling went by above him as he was dragged down the hallway. Hands grasped his ankles seemingly dragging him over every imperfection on the floor big enough to jostle his arm. Why did it hurt so bad? … Maybe it was a good thing to not remember.

But if they were going to drag him the least they could’ve done was secure his arm better. Why were they dragging him anyway? Couldn’t they have just woken him like normal people? … They weren’t normal people though, were they?

“… toss him into that closet thingy that vanished Gary,” one of the voices said, becoming clearer. That wasn’t one of Gordon’s traveling companions.

“Eh, I don’t know ‘bout that. Gary already fucked up by messing with that, don’t know if we should too.” Another stranger.

Who were these people and why were they dragging Gordon and more importantly where were they dragging him to?

“Maybe it’ll give us Gary back if we vanish him. Even if it don’t, won’t have to be concerned with the body, eh?”

“Suppose it’s worth a shot.”

That sounded bad. Gordon should do something to stop this. Everything hurt though, especially his hand. He’d much rather just drift back off again to escape the pain and memory of why it hurt so bad. Already the ringing in his head was coming back. He didn’t fight it. If he died who would care anyway?

***

Gordon opened his eyes to darkness. The concrete was pleasantly cool beneath his head but that’s about all that could be said in favor of it. With no small amount of effort he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Light came in from under a door to his left. Standing, he stumbled his way over to it. Luckily it was unlocked, allowing him to pull it open and let light spill into the room. He was in one of the office labs. Not one he was familiar with but he’d already traveled through several places in the facility he’d never been to before.

Stepping out into hall, he looked up and down it, trying to get his bearings. … Nope, he still had no idea where he was. However, a trail of dried blood came down from the left, turning to go into the room across from him. Not enough to indicate an immediately fatal wound but enough that it could potentially turn fatal if left untended for too long. He could help and potentially get some direction.

He strode into the room. The light was already on, revealing it to be mostly empty. An experiment room. Said experiment was undoubtedly the metal chamber in the center about the size and shape of a outhouse. Its door hung slightly open, letting a small stream of smoke out. The blood trail led to it.

Gordon approached and pulled the door the rest of the way open. Empty. Nodes ran up and down its interior walls, several of which were the source of the smoke. Whatever the machine had once done, it was probably broken now.

At the bottom of the chamber more blood had collected. Maybe this was the start of the blood trail? … No, it looked like it was still in the process of congealing. Whereas the stuff in the hall had soaked into the concrete and dried. What fate might’ve befallen the injured fellow, Gordon couldn’t even begin to guess.

He could reset to save them though. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done so for a stranger. Heck, he’d gone all the way back to the start to save as many as he possibly could. So he was basically obligated to. Plus he could avoid being ambushed this time. Though, if he did that how would he find his way back here to stop whoever this was from wandering into a strange experiment? Damn it.

Also as he reached for his pistol, he found nothing. It was missing. A quick check revealed all his weapons to be gone, including the crowbar. Damn it even more. He was defenseless.

Once upon a time not having a weapon was his preferred state of being. Knowing how to use a gun didn’t mean an accident couldn’t happen. Now though it made his blood run cold. He was defenseless. He needed a weapon.

Turning, he fast walked out of the room and back into the hall. There was a health and power station a bit further down. He went to it to top off the HEV suit’s medical and power systems. Headache already easing, he could think a bit clearer.

Finding a gun shouldn’t be hard. He’d found several already. They’d never been uncommon in the facility, not to mention the military bringing in more. So he was going to be fine and on his way to the Lambda Lab again in no time.

The machine on the wall beeped, indicating he’d drained it. Pressing the button on the side of the suit’s collar brought up the helmet. A moment later, its onscreen display switched on, revealing its power level to be 78% and its medical gel capacity to be at 60%. See? He was in good shape thus he was going to be fine.

Lowering the helmet once more he stepped back from and looked up and down the hall once more. With no way of knowing which direction the Lambda Lab lay in he had about a 50/50 chance of going the wrong way. The blood trail indicated something dangerous down that way though so he turned and started down the opposite direction. Hopefully he’d find something that would give him a better sense of direction soon.

***

Gordon woke to darkness, pain, and and deep insistent wrongness in his right hand. He’d much rather roll over and go back to sleep to escape back into nothingness but once the hurt took root, it refused to be ignored so easily. Whimpering, he pushed himself into a sitting position with his good hand.

To his right, light came in from under a door. Holding his injured hand to his chest, he struggled to his feet so he could stumble over to it. Luckily it was unlocked, allowing him to awkwardly pull it open, letting the hall light spill in. He was in one of the office labs. Not one he was familiar with but he’d already traveled through several places in the facility he’d never been to before.

Unfortunately the light also made the temptation to look down at his hand almost impossible to ignore. Not that there was even a hand to look at because it was gone, replaced with a bloody stump. The HEV suit’s medical systems had tried to heal it but there was almost so much medical gel could do for a missing hand.

With another whimper, he looked up and stepped out into the hall. “Uh… guys?” His voice croaked, not quite reaching a normal speaking volume. Not that it mattered because there was no response. He was alone.

The door across from him was open, the light on inside. He stepped over and peeked inside. … An experiment room. In the center was said experiment; a metal chamber about the size and shape of a outhouse. Its door hung slightly open, letting out a small stream of smoke. Gordon wanted nothing to do with whatever it might be so he pulled back into the hall.

“Tommy!” He managed to make his voice a bit louder this time. “Dr. Coomer!”

No response. They’d betrayed him so that wasn’t surprising. Or at least Bubby and Benrey and seemed to be actively involved in that considering all their whispered scheming beforehand and being friendly with the military. Tommy and Dr. Coomer might’ve been in on it too though, especially since they’d stood and watched. Hard to say for sure but either way, they weren’t here. Regardless of if only some or all of them had actively betrayed him, they’d all left him for dead.

A bit further down the hall was a health and power station. Oh thank god. He fast walked over to it. “Please, please, please have some juice, please.” It made a sound as he plugged in. “Oh, thank god.”

Immediately the suit started trying to heal his arm again. It couldn’t grow back the lost hand but it did ease the throbbing pain and slow the drip of blood even further until it wasn’t actively bleeding anymore, allowing him to breath and think a bit easier.

His hand was gone though. Chopped off and tossed aside. And a quick check revealed he didn’t have a gun or anything else to defend himself with. Even if he did though his dominant hand was gone so he wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway. He was screwed, wasn’t he? Doomed.

The machine on the wall beeped, indicating he’d drained it. He fumbled at the HEV suit’s collar with his good hand – eh, good hand, more like his only remaining hand because the other one was gone – until he found the button on that side that activated the helmet. A moment later its onscreen display switched on, revealing its power level to be 50% and its medical gel capacity to be at 20%. Hey look at that, even after healing his stump as much as it could, there was still some healing juice left in the suit. Not much but enough that he wasn’t in as bad a shape as he would’ve thought.

Deactivating the helmet, he stepped back and looked around. What was he supposed to do now? … More than before, he wanted to go home. Not that home was even likely intact anymore since the whole facility seemed to be fucked. But right now his only options were to lie down and wait to die alone or pick a direction, start walking, and hope for the best. Naturally he chose the latter.

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Next Chapter

[lemongingerart]

Chapter 3 - Taris (I)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:    

I'm sorry it took way too long to update! Life suddenly was so busy and art and writer's block hit me at the same time. It’s been tough to convince myself that I’m allowed to enjoy this little escapade, or any kind of free time. I'm slowly crawling out of my tomb though.

For some reason, the drawing that’s added in this chapter holds a special place in my heart. I can’t explain why, other than I needed it to be finished. And it took me more than a year. Oh stars… a year and 4 months to get over myself again. I’m sorry… I still hope someone will be here to enjoy this fic some more, and I swear now it won’t take this long to update! I actually have the next 10 chapters ready apart from some reviewing and I won’t be stopped by some stupid drawing this time ;-)

Have a bit of plot progress!

The ship jumped out of hyperspace and the giant orb called Taris presented itself with all its beauty. Miko was again in awe of the gorgeous sight, but after a minute or two, she slowly became aware that the only other person in the cockpit was not looking outwards… but directing his attention to her instead. It was subtle, the way his focus was not fixed straight ahead while his nose still pointed forward. But it was as if she could feel his gaze burning right through her jacket. She wondered if he really had gotten used to the vastness of the universe, the wonders of the galaxy. Why would she possibly be more interesting to stare at, compared to this marvellous grand planet floating in between thousands of mesmerising flickering lights? 

Suddenly she felt her cheeks flush, realising the stare could maybe mean something, if she thought too much about it. And then she remembered how his cheeks were flushed as well, back in the hangar when he instructed her on how to aim and shoot. 

She tried to dismiss the intrusive thought, too scared to wonder where that might lead. Luckily the call from the spaceport, hailing them over, provided a perfect distraction. Miko responded to their instructions, like the duo had agreed upon before.

The landing went smoothly, and both of them proceeded with their plan without much talk.

Miko slowly walked from the ramp, taking her time to adapt to the harsh sunlight and the odd sweet scents filling her nose. The sun was out high, bathing Taris in a warm glow. 

"Before you go," she heard from her back, "take this. Just in case." 

Hux, smart enough to hide his uniform under one of her blankets, stiffly stepped towards her, his brows furrowed in a harsh line. The blanket was oddly draped over him, as if he didn’t know how to wear it properly, and he looked uncomfortable needing to hide. 

He subtly placed a credit chip in her gloved hands. "Only when there's anything you really need. Don't be stupid with it." He sternly said, but his eyes were telling a different story.  She could’ve sworn he was worried. He thinks I'm going to screw up or maybe sell him out, she tried to tell herself, trying not to think too much about how his eyes had lingered on her back in the cockpit. 

She wasn't going to let him down now, though. Time to prove she was better than that. 

She could handle this.

She made a firm nod to assure him, opened the satchel she was wearing on her right side and secured the chip in a back pocket. Then, with fake confidence, she turned around, strode from the ramp and left the hangar bay.

The streets of Taris were brighter and more lively than she anticipated. Surely, the place was still a mess. There were ruins everywhere,  remnants of an old thriving civilization and a cruel war. Some of the damage was rather recent, she observed, wondering if the war between the Resistance and the First Order had left marks here as well. 

In contrast to the historical leftovers, the city was bustling, full of life. Miko revelled in the chaotic mix of merchants trying to sell their goods, people from different species talking amicably in the middle of the street, live music playing in the background.  Whatever Taris was in the past, a megacity or an abandoned battlefield, it grew into something different.  If she was here on another type of trip, she'd like to stay a bit longer, get to know the world and its people.

But sadly, she had a job to do.

Miko followed the coördinates on her datapad, which eventually led her to a slightly smaller alley, where the light was filtered out by the remnants of a ship’s hull, towering over the streets. 

She put away her pad and stepped forward, feeling prying eyes on her as she stood out from the local crowd. Her hand unconsciously went to her hip, double checking if the blaster was still there. She wasn’t planning on using it, but hopefully the gesture could dissuade any potential assaultant.

PC, who was sitting at his usual spot on her shoulder, made a clicking sound to state his worry. His recent update would map their surroundings and record the scene if she was in trouble, and he could still electrocute someone, worst case, so she was glad to have her little companion with her.

The girl and the droid almost reached the designated meeting point, leading them into an even quieter street. A few meters further, they stopped right in front of some kind of small store. Miko wasn’t sure what the sign said, because it was written in a local dialect, only loosely based on Basic. 

She pressed her earpiece and commed Hux. ‘I’m going in,’ she stated, but didn’t wait for an answer. The odd look she got from a passerby made her realise she shouldn’t show she was wearing a small communication device; it wasn't a good plan to spread that knowledge around here. Who knows, it could jeopardise the outcome of her “mission”, or what else she should name this escapade.

…or worse, she could be putting her life in danger, and for what. 

Hesitantly, Miko entered the building. PC scanned the area carefully, being on high alert.

The first thing that hit her, was how the shop smelled heavily on spices and all sorts of herbs. She cautiously took in the environment. Although the road to the store was rather shady - both literally and figuratively speaking - this place was cosy and warm. A wide variety of bottles, flasks, boxes and containers to keep precious herbs fresh, were stacked throughout the whole floor, open bags on top of them. 

Not long after her entrance, a person appeared, who Miko identified as a Besalisk, and by the looks of it, male. She wasn’t entirely sure though, since she had never met one before. 

The Besalisk looked at her through his yellow eyes and started speaking gently.

"Welcome, how can I help?" 

"Eeuuh… I’m looking for …a mister Nunb?" Miko hesitantly replied.  

The shopkeeper halted, his expression changed rapidly, and he took in her appearance. He glanced sideways at the droid.

"Who sent you?" He asked with a much less cheery voice. At the back, through a half open door, she heard stumbling and hushed noises. 

Miko gulped. Why did she end up in this situation anyway? Definitely not for the ginger general's pretty eyes. Although they've been on her mind a lot lately.

"I- Tracy Padona did, I have a precious package to deliver to the Resistance…" she warily answered. The Besalisk continued staring at her, an awkward silence filling the room.

"Just a second, please wait here," he suddenly responded and disappeared to the back. 

Miko was left alone in the store and getting increasingly nervous. Was everything going as planned or was there more to the shopkeeper's reaction? What if something happened to her now? Would she be able to signal Hux? And would he even come to her aide? 

She paced around, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. Feeling her distress, PC climbed into the satchel she was wearing at her side.

To distract herself, she tried to focus on the little electronic price tags on the open bags. Some of them contained medicinal herbs she heard of through Kayla, one of her friends who studied medicines. Others were completely foreign to her. Most of them smelled friendly, a few made her want to vomit. There was tea too, all sorts of tea. She was in awe about all the different flavors they offered, the dried leaves looking so natural and of high quality, when suddenly she was startled by a gurgling sound. 

Miko jumped and turned around, snapped back into reality, and remembered why she was there in the first place. A blush involuntarily appeared on her cheeks when she realised how distracted she just had been and how Hux would've scolded her for her lack of professionalism. Not that she cared about his salty opinions anyway. 

"You can go to the back, young lady." The shopkeeper told her with an amused tone, as he pointed towards a door behind him.

After fumbling with her belt until she gripped the hilt of the blaster, Miko hesitantly stepped inside and slowly followed the path to a light shining from the end of a hallway. The sideways glance from the shopkeeper wasn’t missed by her. 

Kriff , she wasn’t made for this. She was way too skittish now to hold any conversation at all. Let alone make this deal.

When she reached the end, she pushed the only automatic door handle to her right, and the durasteel door flew open. For a few seconds, she kept her breath, and moved her trembling legs through the door, moving slowly in an effort to at least look like she knew what she was doing.

"I hear you have precious cargo for the resistance?" She heard a low but warm and rich voice say. She turned to her side, to see a sullustan sitting at a dimly lighted desk. Two other beings were in the room, their attention fixed solely on her. She could see they were armed, but they didn’t look hostile, yet.

She let out the air she was holding in and righted her chin. Hux had told her before, that her demeanour could have great influence on the outcome of this negotiation. Or whatever this was. She just needed to obtain the coördinates to the Resistance's headquarters and, if possible, more specifications on how to get there safely. If she radiated confidence, she could pull this off, he had made her believe. She just wanted to approach this resistance cell with kindness and then hoping for the best, but he warned her that this kind of talk wasn't won only with kindness. She had seen - by his expression alone - that he definitely didn't prefer her proposed tactic. But at least he did give her the benefit of the doubt. Now it was her time to prove him right and not disappoint the both of them.

"I do,” she said a little bit too loud, attempting to add an undeterred flair to her response. She shifted her weight to one leg. "Very precious. From what I understand, even crucial for the outcome of the war." She added.

The sullustan made an odd noise, which she guessed was meant to throw her off. He waved at her to emphasise his disbelief. 

"You may or may not know about the current position of the resistance towards the entire galaxy. To say that your cargo can change the outcome, is quite presumptuous I must say." He replied with a huff. "But, please humour me. I am all ears to what you have to offer." He added and leaned back.

Miko tried to keep all expressions from her face and took a step forward towards the desk. She firmly placed her palms on it, hoping it was giving her message more weight, as the ex-general had advised her. Gladly, the sweat dripping from her neck to her back was not visible to her counterparty.

"I have a highly placed officer in my custody," she said with a secretive tone. 

He didn't seem impressed, not that she expected him to be, but she had hoped that at least she could have sparked some interest in him. The effect wasn't what she aimed for yet, but she and Hux had anticipated this.

Time to add some more interesting information to her offer. 

"A general, even. One that knows the recent strategies and fleet numbers. Where the army and navy was stationed only a few days ago. Who's in charge where, and how they think." 

The being on the left side of the desk brought his hands together. 

Miko continued as planned: "Time is crucial here, the longer it takes for me to bring him to the resistance, the less relevant the information will be. With that message about the emperor ravaging the galaxy, I'd think we really need to hurry."

"And why do we need to believe you, little girl?" The sullustan let out, after leaning back into his desk chair. His facial expression was… sceptical, to say the least. 

Miko was internally seething at the badly chosen pet name. But she had to be careful now, she had to prove she was a professional, that her information was legit and her cargo was absolutely worth delivering to the resistance's inner circle. Not get into a fight about bad wordings, even if the itch to do so was rapidly growing. 

After taking a breath, she reminded herself that this was to be expected; she didn't look like someone who could do this line of work. But if she acted accordingly, and subdued the reflex to come up with some smart response, maybe they might fall for it.

"My captive has given me the names of 2 resistance members he helped escape. If I can speak freely here, you will either know the names or be able to verify the event with them through headquarters. " 

The sullustan nodded positively towards her, although she had the feeling he still wasn’t buying her little story.

"General Poe Dameron and a defected trooper, previously known as FN-2187 but as H- the general has stated, is now known as Finn," she replied.

"Girl, those are two names that are up for grabs if you follow the war close enough," the sullustan huffed as he leaned back again.

“Make a call to one of them, they will confirm that they were helped by a First Order general very recently.” Miko countered almost instinctively, taking his dismissive answer as a challenge to convince him at all costs. 

“You know that’s a pretty vague request you have there. Who knows who might’ve given you that intell. Still doesn’t prove that the general is actually in your possession.” he responded, having no intention to make a call. “You don’t even seem to know his name,” he added. The playful glint in his eyes was slowly dissipating, she knew her time was running out. 

Miko gulped. She wasn’t going to give Hux's name up so quickly, because who knows what kind of chain reaction that could start. The ex-general warned her for that; his presumed death could still be a huge advantage. If there is anyone eavesdropping, others with less good intentions might come and hunt down the both of them. 

On top of that, Hux explicitly mentioned his name could be highly inflammable material here. These people might try to get their hands on him for personal reasons as well.  Miko didn’t exactly know if he was being delusional or if he genuinely expected everyone to go feral on his name alone, but she wouldn't be surprised if it actually would happen. His slightly arrogant air had provoked her already quite some times, and she believed she was actually still on his good side.

She grabbed her satchel with force, then suddenly had to halt her movements when the two guards in the room swiftly pulled their blasters at her. She felt sweat trickle down her spine. Woops, didn’t think that one through , she realised. 

“I- I have proof in my bag. Can I take it out?” she hesitantly requested. One of the guards approached her and opened the lid for her. Miko prayed PC had hidden himself well enough, so the guard won't be startled by the odd looking droid. 

The guard peered inside and nodded to her. She slowly took out the uniform, hoping it would convince them. The uniform of a general, not something you could easily score on the black market, but still anonymous. Together with the intel about this Dameron and Finn, she hoped it’d be sufficient. 

The sullustan moved and spoke: “Although this technically proves nothing, I will try to reach for general Dameron or Finn. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to contact either of them, since the whole board of command has been quite occupied these recent hours, but I’ll give it a try. Your determination and the fact that Tracy has already confirmed your identity and good intentions speak in your advantage, but I’m not just giving anyone passage to headquarters.” 

Miko felt her eyes light up. "If you can reach one of them, say it’s the general that Finn shot in the leg. That should count for something too," she added. 

The sullustan nodded hesitantly, probably wondering how much weirder this day was going to get.

Miko let out a relieved breath. She did what she could and up till now, everything went according to plan. Now she had to place her faith in this Dameron or Finn and hope that this contact person in front of her could reach one of them soon. 

The sullustan coughed. 

“Ahum, please leave us.” he declared. 

Miko only then realised she was just staring at him and waiting for him to make the call, while they probably wanted to discuss her request in private. 

“O-Okay, I’ll be out, s-sorry!” she silently mumbled, stumbling towards the hallway. Frack, this was poor acting , she realised with a deep-red blush on her cheeks.

Miko went back to the shop, opting to wait there for the outcome of the meeting. Although she was still full of nerves, she did notice the herbs again, and wondered if Hux would like some of these. They definitely appealed to her, the food and drinks they had in the shuttle were duller than dull and she was getting tired of them already. She had enough of the bland military rations and recycled water. 

Since there was some time to kill anyway, she decided she might as well buy some of these and take them with her.

She grabbed one of her pouches, then realised what Hux had given her, right before she took off. He told her not to be stupid with it, but buying groceries isn't stupid, right? And he shouldn't complain, after what he's putting her through. 

A lopsided smile appeared on her face as she opened the satchel and grabbed the credit chip. She inspected it, the aurebesh reading a completely different name than the ex-general's. This was probably one of his untraceable accounts, like the one he mentioned on Utapau Four, she reasoned. Good, this way there was no financial trail that could lead back to the both of them .

“The call has ended, you can join us again,” Miko heard from the hallway, not sure who had spoken. She was just finishing up her order and talking amicably to the shopkeeper. At least the smalltalk had distracted her from the waiting and the stress that came with it. 

Accompanied by one of the guards, she stepped back inside the office, the bag with herbs not going unnoticed by the sullustan. 

“I- I like a good tea…” she shyly explained, as if she had to justify her purchase towards him. He put up a smirk, obviously amused by her clarification. Kriff , she really couldn't keep up the poker face and again had fallen out of her role so quickly. And what bothered her even more, was the way she could feel her face heating up, for the third time now. 

“Seems like General Dameron knew who and what you were talking about. To my surprise, he seemed pretty eager to meet your prisoner,” the sullustan said. "I didn't expect him to be so ready to believe your story. The fact that you knew Finn had shot him in the leg, even made him smirk."

Miko felt the pressure fall from her chest. She didn't know what actually happened and why this Finn had shot Hux in the leg - she did remember the bandage - but she thanked the maker Hux thought about sharing this as possible leverage.

The sullustan placed a data cylinder in front of her. “These are the coördinates to Ajan Kloss as well as an identification cypher, to make sure the base knows who you are so they don't blow you out of the sky when you're in orbit” 

Miko stepped forward and vigorously took the cylinder. She nodded curtly. 

“Good luck with your travels, little girl. May the force be with you.” he concluded. 

Miko took a little bow to thank him, not trusting her voice. Then she turned around and tried to walk back to the shop’s entrance with a calm and confident pace, but internally she just wanted to run back to the shuttle as quickly as possible.

Just as she was about to leave the door, she heard that the sullustan received another call, the message immediately broadcasting. A transmitting function that is seldom used, since it can only rely messages in one direction and there's no way of knowing who's receiving it, which was probably why it caught her attention.

“If anyone hears this, we urge you to come to Exegol, the fate of…”. 

She couldn’t make more of the message, because one of the guards quickly closed the door behind her.

What was that about , she wondered, then shrugged and continued exiting the building, content that all went according to plan. When the coast was clear, she opened the satchel and let PC crawl back onto her shoulder.

On her way back to the shuttle, Miko was pondering over the strange message she overheard. The caller sounded so desperate… was that something she had to worry about? Or were all communications in the Resistance like this? She wondered if she should ask Hux what he thought about it. But she wasn’t really sure which information she should or shouldn’t share with him. Although he had betrayed the First Order, he hadn’t abandoned it completely. Who knows which side he might choose in the end. It's not like she was a huge supporter of the Resistance, but they did have more of her sympathy than the Worst Order did and she didn’t want to be responsible for giving the ex-general information that would lead to their demise.

She stopped in her tracks. On her right, another merchant street looked so… welcoming. She spotted stalls with pastries, fine linen, tools and belts and everything she loved. The small stands were built around the gleaming remains of ship hulls and durasteel parts of long abandoned buildings, but the sun shone on them, making the whole street glow and inviting her over.

A small detour wouldn’t hurt too much, right? We need some essentials anyway, she mused while looking smugly at PC.

Both of them didn’t spot the two figures who changed their course, right at that moment she entered the street. 

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Profile Tag Game~

Hello - Why, hello there! I apologize for the disturbance; my fanbase (@lovelynim, @ticklygiggles, @xsezzie, @keru0, @mythiczer0) can be quite noisy at times. Hopefully playing this little game can quell their enthusiasm for the time being.

Chat: Tickling - Don’t.

Chat: Health - Eat well, sleep well, poop well~ Three easy steps to bettering one’s health! You only have one body; it’s important to take care of it.

When It Rains - Perfect timing! I’ve been blessed with the minor inconvenience needed to cancel today’s obligations~

When It Snows - Yes, I’m perfectly fine wearing shorts in the snow. No, I’m not cold. Please stop staring at my legs..

When the Sun is Out - Ugh, too bright..

Good Morning - … … ………

Good Afternoon - Mind keeping it down? My nap time requires absolute silence.

Good Evening - Ah, I’m just going for one of my nighttime strolls. … Err, I suppose you can tag along, but I really prefer my alone time… Just keep talking to a minimum, okay?

Good Night - Hm? Can’t sleep? Well, I have the perfect advice for you, ehehe. Wanna sleep like the dead? Try a shot before bed! Cheers!~

About Me: Color - The term “colorblind” is a misleading one, as it perpetuates the belief that individuals, such as myself, possess the inability to see color, but that is simply not true. Instead, I often mistake certain colors for others. Red and green are the usual cases, but blue and purple are tricky for me to differentiate as well. Most people view this as a disadvantage, but personally, I disagree. Being colorblind just means that all stoplights are green to me, ehe~

Something to Share: Jobs - If you had all the money, time, and skills in the world, but still needed to work, which career would you choose? This is a question I often enjoy asking people because not only are the answers creative, but they can really give you insight into the person that’s answering. As for myself, I’d personally enjoy being a judge for a cooking show. I’d get to enjoy so many tasty foods, without having to actually be the center of attention. Also, people would have to serve me under my scrutiny, ohohoho~ Sounds fun, doesn’t it? Anyway, since I’ve shared mine, it’s only fair you share yours, no?

My Hobbies - Sleeping is great because I don’t have to talk to anyone while unconscious, mhm~

My Troubles - Ah, I’m sorry, but I can’t hang out today. I already visited another friend last week and I’m still burnt out.. We’ll see how I’m feeling in the next week or two, yeah?

Favorite Food - Rice due to its unmatched versatility. It can be enjoyed as a side dish, a main dish, a dessert, even a beverage, and can be presented in many flavors. Tofu, likewise, is of similar caliber.

Least Favorite Food - I’m not a picky person and enjoy most foods. However, my intolerance to lactose does create some…. potential problems when consuming dairy products. This does not stop me from enjoying them, though, as these issues are for future me to address.

About @fuwahua - Not only is she a fellow ChiLi enthusiast, but a fantastic writer as well! I was so happy when she agreed to doing a collab with me and I can only hope we find another chance in the future~

About @otomiyaa - I still remember reading her fics all the way back in 2016 and, despite not being familiar with most of the fandoms, I still enjoyed them all the same. Oh, and we can’t forget to thank her for all fun games she’s created, including this one!

Birthday - Happy birthday! Your present this year is a shopping trip on my dime~ I know, I know, so generous! … Wait, what do you mean “no thank you”? Ugh, accepting the offer won’t make you greedy or selfish, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Likewise, turning it down doesn’t make you any more humble and if anything, I personally think it’s quite foolish. Now, come on and get dressed; a long day of food and gifts await you!

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thanks for reading lol that was fun~ most of my mutuals have already been tagged or did the game so my victim list will be @fuwahua @ppystkposts @skayleay but feel free to say i tagged you if you feel like playing!

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 16

Tags: Murder

A/N: This is where 2019 Emily chickened out & 2023 Emily did not

Hobi zipped up his barn jacket and rubbed his hands together. It was already cold in November. It was frigid at 5am on a November morning. He heard an ATV and saw the rider wave at him. Hobi jogged over and got on.

“You ready?” Namjoon asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied.

“I told them to meet me here at 7 for the raid. That gives us 2 hours,” Namjoon told him as they rode. “Well, an hour and a half or so.”

“Think we can do it?” Hobi asked.

“I’ve got tactical training and you’re pissed off. If it has to be 2 people to take this bastard down, it’s gonna be the 2 of us,” Namjoon stopped. “We’re gonna have to walk from here or they’ll hear us. Appointments don’t start until 8am.”

“Is that what they call them?” Hobi asked.

“It makes you feel less gross,” Namjoon replied.

“Did you...pick Jin?” Hobi hated how that sounded.

“I told them my mate was too sick to carry a pup to term and they matched me with Jin. I didn’t mean to fall in love with him. It just...happened,” Namjoon looked into the distance like he wasn’t sure if it was a good memory or a bad one. “It wasn’t until later that I realized my mate knew he was gonna die before Jisoo was born. He wanted to nurture my bond with Jin and then right before he died, he told me to do whatever it took to get him out.”

“Yoongi said these...appointments...aren’t cheap. How could you afford it?” Hobi asked as they hopped down a steep embankment.

“My mate’s family was well off. We told them that we were trying an experimental fertility treatment. They didn’t ask questions or if they did he never told me,” Namjoon said. “I prepaid for the rest of Jin’s pregnancy after my mate died and Jimin didn’t ask questions.”

“Sounds like he won’t if there’s enough money involved,” Hobi said.

“Yup,” then Namjoon stopped them. About 100 yards ahead, they saw a building that looked like a hunting lodge.

“That’s it?” Hobi whispered.

“Yeah,” Namjoon replied. “Most of it’s underground except for the pen and that one wing of the hospital.”

“How do we get in?” Hobi asked.

“The guards don’t come on shift until 7:30. We have 85 minutes to do this,” Namjoon told him.

“Got it,” Hobi said. They walked up to the front door and tried the handle. It was locked. Namjoon pulled out a case about the size of a manicure kit and produced some tools.

“They teach lockpicking at the police academy?” Hobi raised an eyebrow.

“No, but I’ve found it’s a really useful skill to have,” Namjoon replied as the lock clicked open. He put the tools back in his pocket and carefully walked inside.

“Now what?” Hobi asked.

“Service isn’t great, but keep your phone on. I still remember how to get to the holding area for the Omegas. You go find Jimin,” Namjoon told him. Hobi nodded and they split up. The whole house was dark and the sun wasn’t up yet. Hobi didn’t dare use the flashlight on his phone. Jimin was an Alpha, so Hobi focused on his scent. They obviously kept the main area very clean because he couldn’t smell much, Alpha or Omega. He crept down the main hall against the wall and focused. There had to be a hint somewhere. Even cologne. As he went down the hall, he saw a light on under one of the closed doors. He carefully crept toward it and inhaled. Definitely another Alpha. Of course, if he could smell them then they could smell him. He’d have to move fast.

Hobi carefully turned the knob and whipped in through the door. He was met by a forearm to the throat. He fell on his back and got the wind knocked out of him. Jimin stood over him, rubbing his arm.

“Not very good at getting the jump on me, eh?” he said.

“I got in here, didn’t I?” Hobi replied.

“Touché. What do you want?” Jimin asked.

“You’re smarter than that,” Hobi pushed himself up on his elbows as he caught his breath. Jimin crouched down in front of him.

“Let me rephrase. Who are you? Then I’ll know what you want,” Jimin said.

“I found Min Yoongi half dead in my front yard 8 months ago after he escaped here,” Hobi replied.

“So he did survive. I thought he did. I lost a lot of business when he got away. I couldn’t afford to spend months trying to determine if he was alive or dead, though. I still had a business to run,” Jimin stood up.

“This isn’t a business. It’s a prison,” Hobi glared up at him.

“I provide a service that people are willing to pay for. That, by definition, is a business,” Jimin replied. “I don’t suppose Yoongi ever told you how he ended up here?”

“Why would that matter?” Hobi sat up.

“Satisfy your idle curiosity?” Jimin replied.

“Fine, but I have no reason to believe a single thing you say,” Hobi said.

“He came here willingly when he was 15. He was already whoring himself out. At least here he wouldn’t be out on the streets. He was happy to take me up on my offer. He knew what he was getting into,” Jimin said. Hobi refused to believe it. He refused to believe that Yoongi would’ve willingly gone there. Beyond that, whoring himself out? It was impossible. Not the loving, caring Omega who was asleep at home right now with no idea what Hobi was up to. Without thinking, Hobi jumped up and took a swing at Jimin. His fist made contact with the side of Jimin’s face. He unleashed his Alpha instincts and years of trying to control horses and easily pinned Jimin against the wall.

“You’re lying,” he growled.

“Ask him yourself,” Jimin replied, clearly not concerned Hobi would do any real harm.

“No,” Hobi snapped.

“Because you’re scared that I’m telling the truth?” Jimin taunted.

“Because you almost destroyed him. I’m not opening up another old wound,” Hobi snarled. He was going feral. This man would never go near his mate and daughter. He’d never leave this compound. Jimin recognized the look in Hobi’s eyes.

“Are you gonna kill me?” Jimin asked, touching his split lip.

“No,” Hobi replied. “I’m gonna do to you what you did to my mate.”

“Which is?” he asked.

“Watch while someone else does my dirty work. There’s more than one Omega down there who would be happy to get their hands on you. Perhaps you misjudged the safety of the door to the pen and the Omegas were able to get in there with you. The doors out of there might jam and you’re stuck in there with a dozen pissed off Omegas. Your brilliant plan to hide in your own death trap failed,” Hobi told him.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Jimin said.

“Watch me,” Hobi grabbed him by the throat. He banged Jimin’s head against the wall hard enough to knock him out then pulled out his phone. It was 6:15.

“Namjoon, where are you?” Hobi asked when Namjoon picked up the phone.

“Downstairs by the pen. Did you get him?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, he’s out cold,” Hobi replied.

“Bring him down here,” Namjoon gave him directions to get down to the area in question. Hobi hefted Jimin over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes then set off downstairs.

The pen was every bit as intimidating as Jungkook had made it sound. It was smooth concrete walls about 25 feet high with razor wire on top. There were 2 guard towers on each side. The door from the hospital wing to the pen was still there.

“What do you want to do with him?” Namjoon asked.

“Let them have him,” Hobi nodded toward the group of Omegas standing about 20 feet away. There were about a dozen of them and at least 3 were visibly pregnant.

“You sure?” Namjoon asked.

“Don’t you think they earned it?” Hobi countered.

“I do. Let’s move, we’re running out of time,” Namjoon wrestled open the door to the pen and Hobi unceremoniously dropped Jimin on the cold, hard ground.

“Barricade the doors once you let them in. I don’t want him getting out,” Hobi said.

“No argument here,” Namjoon agreed. Hobi walked out and made his way up to the guard tower. This was for Yoongi. This was for Jina. This was for Jin. This was for Jungkook. This was for all the Omegas that Hobi never knew and pups who were taken from their parents. This wasn’t murder. This was justice. That’s what Hobi told himself as he climbed the stairs.

By the time Hobi got to the top, Jimin had woken up. He looked up at Hobi, but didn’t say anything. The door to the pen opened and the Omegas flooded in. Jimin didn’t even try to run. He knew it was useless. As the mob beat the life out of him, Hobi stood in the guard tower and watched. The last thing the infamous Park Jimin saw was Hobi’s emotionless face.

[twilightmalachite]

Big Ocean - Baby-Faced Honor Students 1

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Tetora

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Did you forget, Yuuta-kun? I told you earlier the Repayment Fes is no more. Forgetting to such a degree is a bit worrisome for your big brother…"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Road to Yumenosaki Academy

Hinata: …‘Kay, gotcha. Though, Testu-kun’s with me… Okay. Then, I’ll wait for you at a nearby cafe. …Alright, I’ll see you soon.

Tetora: Was that Yuuta-kun just now?

Hinata: Yup, he has something he wants to talk to me about and wants me to wait somewhere. Do you have time, Tetsu-kun? Wanna come with?

Tetora: Eh, well, I do. But is it alright for me to tag along? Is it something important?

Hinata: Hmm~, well I don’t know, but Yuuta-kun said it’s ok. So it’s probably fine~.

Tetora: Hm. In that case, I’ll come and impose myself on ya.

Hinata: You do that! ♪

Location: Cafe

Yuuta: Umm~…? Where’s Aniki and Tetora-kun…

Hinata: Ah, Yuuta-kun! We’re over here~!

Tetora: Yuuta-kun, ‘sup~☆ Is it alright that I’m here too?

Yuuta: Sorry to keep you two waiting. And yeah, it’s something you might like to hear too. So need to worry.

Tetora: That’s good to hear, then. Do excuse me for imposin’~.

Hinata: Wanna get anything, Yuuta-kun? Tetsu-kun and I already put orders in.

Yuuta: Ahh, right. My order… Ummm…

Some iced tea, then. I’m sweaty from rushing over.

Hinata: So Yuuta-kun, what did you wanna talk about? You surprised your Onii-chan, giving him a call so suddenly. What’s up?

Wait, could it be that someone bullied you…!? I-If so, your Onii-chan will beat ‘em up—

Yuuta: Alright, alright. That’s enough of your joking around.

Anyways, I’m here to talk about… Doing the Repayment Festival.

Hinata & Tetora: Huh?

Hinata: Did you forget, Yuuta-kun? I told you earlier the Repayment Fes is no more. Forgetting to such a degree is a bit worrisome for your big brother…

Yuuta: I’m not stupid! I remember, of course. The Repayment Fes is the White Chocolat Fes now.

But that’s not what I mean. I know we can’t bring the Repayment Fes back, but maybe we can find a way to do it still…

It’s kinda hard to explain, though.

Hinata: ……

(He had planned to participate in the Repayment Fes originally, but…)

(Before, Yuuta-kun was pretty composed over it… Sort of unusually calm. Now he seems more motivated than he was before.)

(Did something happen…?)

(Well, rather than that, what I gotta do now is…)

Yeah, I got it! Let’s find a way to have a Repayment Fes!

Tetora: Yeah! I don’t have any ideas yet, but I’m gonna do my best and put my all into thinking!

Yuuta: ……

Umm, I know it was something I myself suggested, but… Are you sure? You agreed so easily.

Hinata: Of course we did! Why would I stop you from doin’ what you wanna do, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: I can’t tell if you’re just indulging me… If you’re just going along 100% with what I say, I’m a bit bothered.

Hinata: C’mon, don’t be so self-centered. You’re twisting what’s being said, y’know~.

This is not blind affirmation. I just really felt your passion, Yuuta-kun~♪ I was moved by it, that’s all!

Yuuta: …Hmph, that's fine, then. Well, it’s whatever. You’re Aniki.

Hinata: Ehh, that was so cruel!?

Yuuta: What about you, Tetora-kun? I know you gave it the okay too, but are you really sure?

Tetora: Ossu! Absolutely!

Really, you two were the first people to reach out to me.

I wanna repay how indebted I am from the Dragon King Competition.[1] So I won’t hesitate to cooperate!

Hinata: Ahaha~, you’re right, there was that, wasn’t there?

Yuuta: I guess we’re all aboard the ship, then.

But, thank you. It’s such a huge help…♪

Time passes…

Tetora: That being said, do you have anything in mind~? With the Repayment Fes gone and all…

Yuuta: Hmm~…

To selfishly do Repayment Fes on the day of White Chocolat Fes… Definitely won’t work, right?

Tetora: Yeah, no way. It’d end up causing trouble for other units, too.

Yuuta: Right… And since it’d be a guerilla, it’d flop getting drowned out by White Chocolat Fes atmosphere anyways.

Hinata: ……

Yuuta: C’mon, don’t be so silent, Aniki. Come up with ideas too, okay~.

Hinata: …Hmm~, well, I was just thinking. The important part of Repayment Fes is the content, not the date, right?

Tetora: Well, when you put it like that, yeah. It’s held every year at the same time, so I guess we got hung up on the time of year.

Hinata: Since that’s the case, let's avoid the White Chocolat Fes time period altogether.

We could hold a psuedo-Repayment Fes before it as an S3—In other words, it should be fine as a 2wink live, right?

Yuuta: I see… You’re right, that might be feasible.

As long as we avoid the dates for White Chocolat Fes, if we apply for it as an S3, it should be approved.

Then, we just have to make sure Oogami-senpai and Otogari-senpai attend the show, right?

Tetora: If that’s all you need, I can be in charge of makin’ sure they make it that day! Just leave it to me!

Hinata: With all that… Do you think it’ll work out?

Yuuta: Yeah, I think it’s possible! I think we’ll be able to at least achieve what we’re trying to achieve…!

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This is a reference to The Four Beasts of Fistfighting, which takes place over a year ago, a bit before Chocolat Fes. Tetora holds a Dragon King Competition unofficially so that he can face off against Kuro properly. Hinata volunteers to be the MC.