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godzillerd · 3 years

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Resident Evil 8 AU Pt 2: Parenthood Boogaloo??

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To summarize: Ethan takes deal. Miranda goes boom. Village goes boom. Chris is like this is serious. Heisenberg is like no baby for me pls. Ethan is like yeah no absolutely no baby for him pls. Chris is like sorry but baby for him. Didn’t even get a baby shower. Fucking brutal. Hate this place.

RIP pls forgive this obnoxiously long post that will never become a cohesive fic.

Why am I like this.

My life is a sea of regrets.

Seriously though forgive how all over the place this is - it is literally me vomiting thoughts for sport.

Immediately after leaving the village (what was left of it) Heisenberg headed west with Rose.

As expected, it took a matter of hours for the Duke to show up bearing gifts. Not much, mind you, but enough.

He even allowed Heisenberg to start running a tab, despite quibbling that it was a bad business practice.

For the first year, they were completely off the grid with zero contact with the rest of the world, usually living in ramshackle hunting cabins in the forests of whatever country they happened to be in at the time. Hungary, Austria, Slovenia, and eventually Switzerland.

Not requiring food or water himself, caring for Rose was relatively easy with some help from Duke. Heisenberg became an old hand at building fires out of nothing.

The whole baby thing did not come naturally to him. In fact, it took over six months for Heisenberg to have any kind of clue as to why the potato might be screaming this time.

He came very close to just killing it and fending for himself, but after seeing what Rose did to Miranda... it was enough to make anyone hesitant.

Around eight months in, Duke showed up with a new present: A cell phone. And a secure number. And a delicate observation that Ethan Winters might actually kill Heisenberg if he didn’t call soon.

Calls with Ethan were an infrequent thing. Ethan passed along pertinent information, but being under heavy monitoring, he didn’t have a lot of private time.

Heisenberg had less of an excuse, and just genuinely didn’t like Ethan.

Despite being told about it specifically, Heisenberg missed Rose’s first and second birthdays. She didn’t seem to mind. Ethan did.

Around then, it became obvious that living in the woods, completely cut off from humanity, wasn’t going to work out well for a growing child.

Did you know electromagnetic energy can really fuck up a bank machine?

Heisenberg (well, Duke) found a reasonable, small cottage on the outskirts of a village in the south of France. He put together a decent little business selling metalwork crafts that were simple (for him) to build, but could sell for high profit. Horses were a bit of a specialty.

Became the local backwoods crazy rural uncle who can fix anything using anything.

Ethan managed to pull enough strings to buy himself a four hour window while in France for unrelated business to visit Rose for the first time just before she turned three.

They agreed to meet in a town about an hour south as Ethan had ‘security concerns’.

ie. He and Chris both doubted Heisenberg’s ability to blend into a crowd.

To prove a point because he’s a petty bitch, Heisenberg walked Rose past Ethan five times while Ethan was waiting around for them. Ethan only noticed them when Heisenberg said his name.

Shaving, showering, a haircut, and new clothes can do a lot for a man.

Rose did not recognize Ethan and was extremely reluctant to speak to him at all. Eventually, she was coaxed into introducing herself as “Rosalie-Elise”. For reasons beyond Heisenberg’s comprehension, this seemed to have a profound emotional effect on Ethan.

Aside from occasional visits from Ethan (usually every year or two) it was mostly Heisenberg and Rose against the world.

Duke did roll through, though less frequently than when they were actively fleeing the village. He was incredibly fond of Rose, after all.

Until Rose turned three, Heisenberg largely saw her as a nuisance - something he was obligated to keep alive for his own sake.

When she was three, and shortly after they settled in the French House, Rose began picking up on Heisenberg’s mannerisms. Speaking like him, sitting like him, trying to mimic everything he did on a smaller scale...

Overnight she went from a nuisance to the apple of his goddamn eye.

Heisenberg rarely called Rose by her name unless it was serious. More often than not, she’s ‘Kid’ or ‘Blondie’

By the time she started school, Rose could dismantle, repair, and reassemble most standard engines (with a bit of help). She was also shaping up to be a mean little welder.

She also picked up a bad habit of swearing (fortunately, only in English)

Rose was raised speaking French almost exclusively, and her English was heavily accented. Heisenberg learned it with great difficulty, but became fluent by speaking only French for years.

Despite being happier by himself, cut off from other people, Heisenberg deliberately put in the effort to appear as ‘normal’ as possible.

He never claimed to be Rose’s father - to her or to anyone else. Instead, he called himself her crazy uncle and left the gossip-mongers to come up with a story about her parents.

Ethan was mockingly referred to as ‘Brother’ every time he called or visited, though.

When Rose was six, Heisenberg gave her a watered-down version of what happened in the village.

Watered down for him, at least.

Rose had nightmares for six months.

In the midst of that fun time, Ethan gave them a warning that the BSAA was starting to suspect something, so they up and disappeared in one night.

This pattern continued for years, destroying any chance of Rose having a ‘normal’ childhood.

Despite that, she developed a startlingly good mindset about things. Influenced by Heisenberg, Rose grew up with a tendency towards independence and isolation, with a hell of a lot of self-confidence and pride to boot. She never particularly enjoyed being around other children, even when she had the opportunity. She preferred staying close to Heisenberg whether it was necessary or not.

Being an obnoxiously touch-motivated brat, Rose spent most of her childhood hanging off his neck, or flopped over his shoulders, or literally hugging him while he was juggling hot metal. Heisenberg gave up caring when she was about four and by the time she was five he didn’t really notice it at all. He often sprawled on the couch just so the kid could nap on him and catch up on sleep.

After learning the truth about the village, Rose never did sleep particularly well at night - especially not alone in her room. Most nights, Heisenberg would sit next to her bed until she fell asleep. Sometimes even all night.

Again, likely influenced by Heisenberg, Rose grew to dislike Ethan as time wore on. Despite her solid relationship with Heisenberg, most of their arguments were about Rose seeing Ethan.

Heisenberg understood that their safety relied on Ethan being on good terms with both of them. Rose “didn’t give a fuck”

They reached a compromise eventually that Ethan was only ever promised one hour with Rose. If she wanted to leave after that, it was her choice. Similarly, Heisenberg let her set the boundaries about hugs and calling Ethan her father.

Needless to say, Ethan stopped getting hugs by the time Rose was ten, and he was never called her dad.

On the other side of things, Rose adored the Duke just as much as he adored her. Whenever Duke was in their neck of the woods, he made a special point to track them down in order to give Rose extravagant gifts.

Puberty was a hell of a time.

A hell of a time

Rose manifested a massive amount of power in the span of six months when she was thirteen. Around the same time she discovered her love of girls, teenage rebellion, and sticking it to the man.

During one rip-roaring fight when she was fourteen, Rose sent Heisenberg through not one, nor two, nor even three walls. She sent him through five.

Somehow, that incident was enough to curb the rising tide of teenage hormones and got them both back on track.

Heisenberg always struggled with knowing how much or how little to tell Rose about their predicament. On one hand, Ethan hated the idea and thought it would destroy her entire childhood. On the other hand, Heisenberg disliked the idea of lying to the kid.

Eventually, circumstances were such that there was no choice but to tell Rose everything in order to stay safe. By the time she was twelve, she had a pretty good idea about everything that had happened in the past.

Mostly because Ethan assumed he wouldn’t do it, Heisenberg also told her all about himself.

Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly, after so many years) it didn’t change much. She tried to use it as ammunition during a few teenage tantrums, but when she realized it didn’t phase him, it was never really brought up again.

#Is this chronological #What is chronological #RE8 #RE8 AU #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil 8 AU #Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil Village AU #re8 heisenberg #Re8 Alternate Ending #re8 fanfiction #Re8 Rose #karl heisenberg #Rosemary Winters #re8 headcanons #re8 the duke #re8 ethan winters #Ethan Winters

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samnatandsteve · 3 years

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Nat gets Amnesia

so @mockinghawk-romanogers asked for a fic of this based off a post of mine. it took a lot longer to get to than I planned thanks to university and life, and it’s not really the same as the of post but that’s okay. I like both of them.

This is the post in question by the way:

[Steve and the Bucky are in central Asia following a lead on a terrorist organization after Civil War][Nat and Sam are following other leads in central America, Nat got hurt and can't keep things straight in her mind]

Nat : *gets a long and well written love letter from Steve*Nat : awwww

Nat : *writes back* "you have a crush on me? That's embarrassing :P"

[A week later]

Steve : *calls Nat on burner phone only for emergencies* Nat, we're litterly married!

Nat : is that how I got your dog tags with your mom's ring on it?

Steve : yes! Don't you remember?

Nat : not really... did I look nice?

Steve : ....of course you did, can I talk to Sam?

Nat : why?

Steve : I need him to check something for me

Nat : what is it? I can do it

*Sam walks in, sees the phone, panicks, and grabs the phone*

Nat : hey!! What gives?

Sam : *trying to act nonchalant while shooting Nat away* hey man, what's up?

Steve : why doesn't my wife remember she's my wife?

Sam : whaaattttt? that's crazy!

Steve : is Nat hurt?

Sam : Not a cut

Nat : *in the background* tell the pizza man I want extra banana peppers on mine

Sam : *to Nat* sure thing

Steve : Sam what happened?

Sam : what do you mean?

Steve : what happen-

Sam : woops well look at that, times up, got to go! Tasha, say bye

Nat : why do I have to say goodbye to the pizza man?

Sam : because he likes you

Nat : likes likes?Sam : ohhh yeah

Steve : wait a minute Sa-

*Sam hangs up*

I can do the whole pizza man part in another one if you guys want me to. But this is the oneshot I whipped up today because I finally had the time and motivation :)

They were on a mission in Brazil that of course brought them to the Amazon Rainforest and not only there but at a Hydra base right on the banks of the river itself. Hydra and their fucking cliches. Sam and Natasha went down there to do some snooping around - “Recon” as Tasha put it. Which of course quickly turned into “innocent intel gathering” as she put it in the middle of the night. Then one trip wire (fucking cliches) got them into a “good old fashion shoot out” as she so cheekly put it as she put a bullet in a Hydra goon’s head. Which may or may not have made Sam question Steve’s sanity for marrying such a scary woman. And they just in Brazil that morning, barely had any lunch and Sam’s stomach is really pissed at him.

But back to the point! Hydra, Amazon River, terrifying woman for a partner, kicking Hydra goon ass all in the very humid and very yuckie air of the Amazon. Just one other reason to add to the list of “why I hate Jimmy”, Sam should've gone with scissors that last round, at least then he would be in Central Asia and just be dealing with the heat.

They managed to get outside where they could get the upper hand, mainly thanks to Tasha’s kick ass assassin skills. Now he was providing air support and Redwing was being awesome and finishing up the intel theft.

So Tasha was on the ground kicking ass like only Sam could dream of doing, Sam was playing snipper and taking out stragglers and thinning them out for Tasha when suddenly Tasha was in the river face down and Sam was fighting to right himself midair with his ears ringing painfully.

Cold sweat ran down Sam’s back as the biting air rushed in his ears and brought tears to his eyes. He’s going to blame it on the wind if any of those Hydra idiots brought it up, because Sam Wilson does not cry for his friends, he was a stone cold certified bad bitch (by Tasha the queen of bad bitches herself) thank you very much. His stomach twists painfully making him want to throw up and he does and it’s just acid and it burns his throat and he hates today.

In just another example of classical Hydra cliche, they blew up their little super secret base and bebrie hit Tasha, sending her into the river. His mind registers the fact that Redwing’s still connected to the goggles’ computer and online. Sam thanks the beings that be as he takes a swan dive to Tasha. One thing is for sure, Sam thought as he pulled Natasha out of the river, Steve will kill him if he finds out about this.

“Redwing buddy tell me I didn’t just let cap become a widow.” The electronic drone bird chirps as they run away- make a strategic withdrawal into the night sky to their hotel room. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as her vitals popped up and he saw her steady heart beat. “Thank god! He still can’t know about this though!” Redwing chirps again as Sam readjusts the spy in his arms. “Well if she snitches we just have to go into hiding.” Another chirp. “Can you stop pointing out faults in my plan?” Silence. “Thank you.”

Natalie grones as the light hits her eyes causing a pounding headache to erupt across her head. “What the fuck happened last night?” Her cold hand helped a bit when she held it against her forehead. A black man walked out of the bathroom with a hesitant smile on his face.

“Heyyy girl, how’re you feeling?” She grunted in reply and she threw her bare legs over the side of the bed. Pausing, she looked down and raised an eyebrow, she had her underwear and tank top on.

“Why the hell am I half naked with a hell of a hangover? Did we sleep together? You better have used protection!” She jabed her left index finger at the man who was still standing on the other side of the room by the desk. Her eyes caught the gold of her wedding band. “You better be my husband too, I am no cheat!” The man’s mouth went slack as his eyes went wide.

“I broke her- Hydra broke her and I let them.” He started to ramble to himself, rubbing his hands over his head. Natalie pauses again, what the hell does a Nazi subdivison have to do with this?

“I thought Captain America took care of those guys.” The man stopped and she could practically see the dread set in as she watched his back. Something in a bag on his side of the room chirped and he snapped at it to shut up.

After a slew of questions the man, Sam, tells her she had memory loss and thinks she’s one of her covers for her job; A history teacher named Natalie Rushmen when she was really an intelligence agent named Natasha Rogers. They were on a mission in Brazil when she got hurt and they will not be leaving until she gets her memory because “Your husband will kill me if he finds out about this and as my friend you would be obliged to kill him and the whole thing would go down into history books and I don’t want to be in history books like that.”

They stared into each other's eyes for a while, sweat running down Sam’s face as a smirk played on Natasha’s. She hummed, putting her head in her hand, finger tapping her chin, pretending to mull it over.

“Hmmm? What do you mean hmmm??”

“He is my husband, and I like to think we-”

“Then don’t think! Trust me, you love to pull shit over him, it's your favorite pastime!”

“Okay” She got up and left him to get dressed “But i think my other favorite is to keep you on your toes.” She calls from the other side of the closed bathroom door. He flops onto the bed, rubbing his face. Thank god the mission was originally planned for a week and radio silent.

A day later the front office stopped Natasha and gave her an envelope. Said envelope found its way into her purse quicker than a snitch in those Harry Potter books she was working through for the eleventh time according to Sam.

When she found the room to be empty and void of said man, she plopped onto her bed and opened the letter. A love letter from a guy trying to be mysterious by going by S - how sweet! But she was married and the most faithful wife-who-can’t-even-remember-her-spouse’s-face there ever was! But she wasn’t a mean woman either, plus it was so nicely written, clearly S loved her a lot. And she was going to love breaking that big heart of his, gotta set her foot down.

So she got to writing her own letter complete with a lipstick kiss on the letter’s bottom corner next to her N.

“Dear S,

Fuck you, I’m married.

With nothing but love,

N <3”

Short and to the point, just how she liked it. Smiling to herself with a bounce in her step, she hands her response to the young girl at the front desk, thanked her and went back into the room to watch some Brazilian dramas. The letter from S tucked away in her bag, she was going to ask Sam about it later when he got back with dinner.

But dinner came and went and the letter was left forgotten under one of her bras. That was until two days later when Sam got a call on a flip phone. Well the phone in his bag did and like always he way out, so she did the friendly thing of answering it when she saw the unsaved number thinking it was spam.

“Hello, this is Cathrine from Bed Baths and Beyond, how can I help you on this wonderful day?”

The midwestern American accent came easily to her as she played with her hair with the phone held in place with her shoulder and cheek

“Nat what’s going on?” She doesn’t know how she knows but that was Mysterious Mr. S on the other end of the line.

“Who the fuck do you take me for mr S?? I am married and I’ll bet twenty bucks you’re not even half the man my husband is!” She fished the letter out of her bag “I mean seriously! ‘Words cannot even begin to describe how beautiful you are, Aphrodite cannot even hope to compare.’ “ She reads the line in a high pitched mocking town. “Did you read that from ‘Pickup lines so used and abused even their mothers won’t recognize them’? I wouldn’t be caught dead with a man who thinks that’s the hot shit.”

There was a pause and Natasha had to check that he didn’t hang up.

“What - I’m your husband! Me! Steve Rogers am your spouse!”

“Yeah okay buddy nice try.”

“Where’s Sam?”

“Who’s Sam?”

“Natasha please don’t, where’s Sam?”

“He’s at work, doing accountant stuff with the numbers and shit.”

“Sam barely passed algebra, he hates math.”

Just as about to call him a staker, Sam the man walked in with food.

“Got you some waffles!” He did his best Donkey impression at the word waffles as he closed the door behind him. When he turned back he dropped the food and basically tackled her like a linebacker or something to get to the phone. - Point is it hurt her bruised and battered body. “Give that to me woman!”

“No!”

“What’s going on with you two??” -Steve

“Yes!”

“I don’t wanna!”

“I’ll buy you ice cream!”

They pause in their battle for the phone.

“Chocolate?”

“I’m not a heathen like your husband.”

“I heard that!” - Steve

She let go, hand up and palms out in surrender. Sam put the phone to his ear.

“Heyyy Steve, whatsup man?” Sam shoved his unused hand into his armpit as he started to walk the length of the room. Nodding to the food to tell Natasha to start eating, which she does. So she watched him talk while eating her waffles far more entertained than she would be watching a Brazilan show.

“Why doesn’t my wife remember me?”

“You have a wife? Wow, congrats man! Who’s the lucky lady?”

“The one you let get amnesia apparently.”

“Amnesia-what?”

Steve sighed on the other end.

“She hurt in any other way?”

Sam shared a glance with Natasha who had booth cheeks stuffed with waffles.

“Not a scratch.”

“You sit on a throne of lies.” Natasha hisses. “I have three broken ribs Mr. S!”

“What! Thre-!” Steve is sooo going to kill Sam.

“Oh wow don’t you look at that! Time’s out, gotta go! Bye Steve!” And with a snap of the phone, the yelling voice of an angry husband is cut off. Sam joined Natasha at the table and started to eat his waffles.

“Is that really my husband?” She pointed her fork at the phone laying on one of the twin beds. Sam nods as he poured syrup over his waffles. “What was I thinking?”

“To this day I still can’t figure it out.”

#natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #Natalia Romanova #romanogers #romanogers fanfic #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #sam wilson #falcon #captain america #captasha #Black Widow #marvel #MCU #mcu fic #cap quartet #stevenat #natasha x steve

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its-ashleyreads · 3 years

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Finished: 27/09/2020

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

Rating: ★★★★☆

Summary:

Fanny Price, an outsider adopted into her uncle’s family, loves her life of simplicity and tranquility. When the Crawford’s arrive to town Fanny’s life is subsequently thrown into chaos as flirtations, rumors and scandal ensue. Fanny must decide who she is and what she stands for and make the choice between what is easy and what is right.

Review:

The long answer:

My feelings after finishing Mansfield Park was that it was just “okay”. I was a bit disappointed because of how much I remembered loving the film as a teenager, but I did still enjoy reading it, even if I was a bit bored. I was always expecting more, waiting for Fanny to stand up for herself and stop being so passive. As I was reading, this passivity was one of the things I disliked the most. As someone who always has something to say, I found it hard to connect to Fanny’s stony silence. However, after just a week or so of contemplation and one re-watch of the 1999 adaptation, I grew to like Mansfield Park a lot more than I first thought. It’s still not my favourite Austen, honestly, it’s my least favourite, but I do have a strong appreciation now for Fanny as a character where I didn’t before.

When reading Austen’s novels most of us connect to characters like Elizabeth Bennet and Emma Woodhouse, Fanny Price hardly even gets a mention which makes sense; Mansfield Park is the least reviewed Austen on Goodreads, so maybe it’s just that Fanny doesn’t have that widespread recognition like the others. She’s also not as much of a big character in her story as the other heroines are in theirs. Emma revolves around Emma, P & P around Lizzie, but Mansfield Park is more about everyone around Fanny. She feels like a spectator to me; it’s the Crawford’s and the Bertram’s story and Fanny is just watching it all unfold. She’s more of a narrator than a heroine. While reading I thought that was a bad thing, it’s something that I’m still not totally in love with, but after waiting a bit and letting Mansfield Park fully sink in, I feel like Fanny and Mansfield Park on the whole are a lot stronger than they receive credit for.

Fanny has a sort of silent power that rivals that of Emma Woodhouse, a strength of character and conviction that could stand up even against our own Elizabeth Bennet. While it may seem like Fanny just lets life happen to her, and sometimes she does for sure, she really is just doing what she wants to, which isn’t a lot but it’s what makes her happy. Fanny is easily pleased, she just wants to live a simple life and all of these buffoons (AKA the Crawford's) keep getting in the way. But when her simple life is truly jeopardised by an unwelcome marriage proposal, Fanny doesn’t back down. Not even when Sir Thomas, the person she feels most indebted to, whom she holds to a very high standard of morality, says that she should accept. Fanny hates feeling like a burden or a nuisance but she couldn’t live with herself if she let her high standard of morality slip for the sake of pleasing others.

It’s in this that I see a lot of myself in Fanny, in fact without romanticising myself, I think of all of Jane Austen’s heroines, Fanny Price might be the one I relate to most. While I like to think I’m not as much of a buzzkill, I know that I can be because of my personal moral code which I am uncompromising on, which makes me less susceptible to peer pressure but more susceptible to looking like a self-righteous douchebag. We also share the same feelings of, not self-hate, but of believing that other people and their comfort are more important. Reading from Fanny’s point of view really helped me see a lot of my own flaws as I was pointing them out in her which was helpful but also a bit of a bitch slap when I just wanted to read a good novel... But Fanny’s flaws, unlike those of Lizzie, Emma, Catherine Morland etc., are never really conquered by the end of the novel.

There wasn’t really any straightforward character growth for the cast of Mansfield Park like there was in Emma or P&P or Northanger Abbey. While in those works the main characters all started off with at least one glaringly obvious flaw and over the course of the story worked to overcome it, with Mansfield Park it was more up and down, more grey. By the end there was no clear difference in any of the characters but they’d all gone through subtle shifts and changes. Mr. Crawford for example. I genuinely believe that Mr. Crawford would have changed to marry Fanny if not for his fatal flaw of needing to be liked by everyone. When Mr. Crawford saw Maria and she hated him, he would have done anything in his power to change that. He didn’t mean for her to fall back in love with him, but she did and the constant rejection from Fanny was getting to him and he slipped. His strides toward becoming good enough for Fanny then meant nothing and he relapsed into being who he was before. I was never a fan of either of the Crawford’s but Mr. Crawford became one of the most interesting characters to me, so much so that I kind of wish that he had ended up with Fanny. I think they would have challenged each other where Edmund only reinforces her ideas of how things should be, not to mention Edmund seemed less than enthused to marry her in the first place.

Edmund’s, almost reluctance, to marry Fanny in the novel seemed so out of place to me since all I really knew of Mansfield Park going into it came from the 1999 adaptation, which I last saw over five years ago. But upon re-watching it after finishing the novel I now see why I was so blindsided. The 1999 adaptation of Mansfield Park while well done and entertaining, is no true adaptation. It misses the essence of these characters and their complexity, reducing them to one-dimensional creators of chaos without any real motivations. We can see that Ms. Crawford wants to marry Edmund but we don’t get the “why”, Fanny accepts Mr. Crawford’s proposal to then refuse him the next day for apparently no reason other than to force him into the arms of Maria, something which goes against everything about Mr. Crawford’s character which I outlined previously. Even with Fanny and Edmund you can clearly see from the beginning that they both want to be together, compared with the novel where it’s only within the last two pages that Edmund basically shrugs and says “I guess I’ll marry Fanny since Ms. Crawford didn’t pan out.” I did enjoy the film but I can’t watch it with the book in mind because they really are so different.

I also just wanted to add that I know a lot of people choose to skip Mansfield Park because cousins, Edmund and Fanny, do end up together but I would actually highly recommend the read. Just do what I did and pretend that the Bertram’s are family friends and not literal family...

Also, I just spent the last few minutes editing this review because I got the name of the Crawford’s of Mansfield Park mixed up with the Crawley’s of Downton Abbey and had to find and correct each one. Lol.

#mansfield park #jane austen #romance #historical romance #fiction #classics #ashley reviews #4/5

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shuttershocky · 4 years

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I haven’t been able to write lately due to a mix of personal stuff and *waves hands* the current global situation which sucks, but I still feel like writing something down so I guess I’m just gonna be cringy and self-indulgent and blather on about Aozaki Adoption in bullet points

Of course, I’m still going to include Rin, but in the original one-shots, I just skipped over how she got added to the Hollow Shrine. Now that I’m trying to actually string a plot together, I have to do it right. That part I’m still working on, Rin’s upbringing and personality make it difficult.

If I could do this fanfic in a visual medium I’d show Touko being unable to properly see her reflection in mirrors, like she’s looking at herself through broken glass. A huge part of why I would think Touko would be taken with Sakura is because of the former’s ability to come back from the dead. it’s a noted thing in the Nasuverse that a soul changing bodies is an imperfect process and eventually a soul gets corrupted like data being copied too many times (which is what happened to Roa), but Touko got around this somehow without using True Magic. I want to make it so that the price she pays instead is a quiet existential crisis, that after so many puppet bodies, even if she knows that it technically doesn’t matter if she’s truly Touko Aozaki or not if she has all the memories and skills, she still wonders whether she IS still that young girl that got booted from her family.

The intention is that Touko grows attached to Sakura because she sees a bit of herself in the younger girl, at least, after some projecting. By helping Sakura, Touko would be able to emotionally connect to the young girl she used to be, before all the puppet bodies and people she’s killed. Touko needs that connection because no matter what her knowledge of logic and philosophy tells her, she still can’t shake off the existential dread of feeling like she’s basically an object only carrying on the function of Touko Aozaki. Looking at Sakura makes her feel... human. It doesn’t matter if Touko can’t see herself through a mirror, she can look at Sakura and go “That was me”, if that makes any sense.

I’ve been trying to figure out if I want them to visit Misaki Town or not. The setting of 2000-2001 means there’s no events from kara No Kyoukai nor Fate/Stay Night to use, but there is Melty Blood. I’ve been thinking of using the Tatari’s power to make nightmares come alive to write a few horror chapters in the vein of Silent Hill (I ADORE how it does psychological horror), but also I’m questioning if I really want to go there and do that. While Silent Hill portrays the horrors of sexual abuse (the loneliness, the self-blame, the terror of seeing your own bed) better than 90% of anything, that’s not really something I want to do, but that’s where an encounter with the Night of Wallachia would go given Sakura’s backstory.

I was seesawing between using Zouken (he doesn’t die that easily) or somehow getting Kirei and Gilgamesh involved to act as the main antagonists, but I decided against both. I know the one enemy Touko and the Hollow Shrine stand no chance of beating in a fight: Barthomeloi Lorelei. She’s eventually going to be the main antagonist, I plan to get her involved later on by having Touko recklessly rob the Clocktower for an artifact in an attempt to treat Sakura’s conditions (and thus make her lose face as the Clock Tower’s vice director) then have Zouken sell them out by using the worms still hiding inside Sakura to locate the Hollow Shrine, either that or get Shiki Tohno involved somehow since she hates his guts.

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception present a really big writing problem where basically any monster threat I can throw in while waiting for the antagonists to arrive can be instantly solved by Shiki Ryougi. In fact, I’m still struggling to come up with a better reason for why Shiki doesn’t just destroy the grail fragments and worms inside Sakura other than the worms having changed Sakura’s physiology so thoroughly their death lines are too closely entwined with hers and Ryougi refuses to attempt to cut them out because of the risk.

I’m definitely doing the Shadow, but I need 1.) A power source that’s not the grail 2.) A reason to draw it out this early and a way to fight it back into dormancy since I currently can’t think of any other way to sever it from Sakura without Rule Breaker.

To differentiate it from Heaven’s Feel, I wanna take a different approach where the Shadow is something Sakura willingly indulges and indeed has full control over its powers. It’s gonna be vastly nerfed since no grail with infinite mana, but I think with a large enough mana source Sakura could massacre say, a bunch of Clock Tower Sealing Enforcers.

Specifically, I want that choice to stem from a conversation Sakura has with Shiki. By this point, the Clock Tower is closing in and Sakura’s been conversing with the Shadow in her dreams, and though her better life in the hollow Shrine means she’s not in the same desperate situation she is in HF, she’s also willing to do whatever it takes to protect this new life she obtained through a miracle. So Sakura is going to ask Shiki “Shiki-san... have you ever killed before?” and Shiki would say yes. then Sakura asks “Would you kill again?” and Shiki solemnly answers “if I have to, yes.” which makes Sakura make up her mind that the Shadow would be something she needs to be able to use and control as a trump card.

As to what makes Sakura use it, I’m obviously going to kill Touko in front of her. I just need to have a strong excuse to have Sakura NOT know that dying is not that big of a problem for Touko. Currently, my idea is lifting from Fate/Stay Night and having Touko keep that a secret because adult mages can attempt to read Sakura’s mind, and Touko needs the surprise factor of her death immunity so that her enemies will try to kill her instead of imprisoning or sealing her.

My current outline is almost all rather dark plot points, but I tend to gravitate towards jokes and fluffy writing so I’m expecting the tone to lighten up a lot when I get around to actually writing them. It’s worked that way in the first few chapters.

Dealing with Sakura’s psyche is a little difficult since I have no idea how much of her anger and resentment should stay after she’s found this better life. I’m using Fujino as a reference, where there’s this simmering rage beneath Fujino, even as she speaks kindly and talks girls out of suicide.

It’s especially difficult when I’m trying to flesh out her relationship with Rin. I know for sure I want Rin to be taken in by the Hollow Shrine only because Sakura wants her there, I want to use Sakura thinking of Rin as her hero in this fic, and how she’ll drag Rin back to the Hollow Shrine to reunite them. but I also want there to be that resentment. That anger. Rin would be someone who’s reluctant to give up on the ideals of a mage, and even more reluctant to give up the Tohsaka name and legacy, which Sakura would despise. I want there to be this torrent of conflicting feelings where Sakura thinks the world of her older sister who’s so beautiful and talented and perfect, and yet still feels resentment over Rin being kept by the family over her, and how Rin doesn’t really want to give up on being a Tohsaka. Meanwhile I’m putting Rin on the guilt trip train. It wasn’t her fault of course (remember in this fic Rin and Sakura are only 13 and 12 years old), mage culture is a bitch and she was just a child, but still. I want Rin to be just as conflicted, where she’s happy they’re back together (even if Sakura had to force it to happen) and massively guilty over what happened to her younger sister AND even more guilty that she knows the Tohsaka treated Sakura cruelly, but the Tohsaka ways are so deeply ingrained into her that she doesn’t want to give up such an enormous part of her identity.

Rin and Sakura are going to fight a couple of times. Sometimes physically. But at the end of the day I still want a lot of positives to come from giving them a relationship again. I want their sibling relationship to be one of the core focuses of the fic, and specifically I want them to contrast Touko and Aoko’s relationship. Touko is not going to like Rin at first and is only having her onboard because it’s what Sakura wants, but also I kinda want to use Rin and Sakura as a way for Touko to see how things between her and Aoko might have been different.

Speaking of which, I really need a translation of Mahoyo to come out so I can do that last bullet point more effectively.

Currently most of the interactions Sakura’s had with the Hollow Shrine have been with Touko and mikiya, but I want her to have fleshed out relationships with the others too. Azaka could be her senpai in magecraft and she in turn would be the most protective of Sakura. Shiki would have Sakura babysit Mana a lot as she’s still in college and has to study (and Shiki would grow fond of her cooking), while Fujino would have the quietest and yet most comfortable relationship with Sakura.

I’m doing this thing where Sakura’s fine control over her magical energy isn’t very good because of her altered circuits, so I’m making that the main motivation for how she discovers and wants to train in archery (she was vice-captain and then captain of the archery club in FSN and FHA after all), she loves the feeling of control and precision, of firing an arrow and knowing it will hit bullseye before it lands, as opposed to having to constantly struggle to keep a spell active or it crumbles before it finishes its process.

I’m still keeping the story of Rin and Sakura meeting Shirou by chucking him into a river, just need to figure out how to organically insert it back into the plot. it’s too funny to let go.

I don’t know if I want to do Taiga and Shiki as rival yakuza, but it’s definitely something I’m considering. it’s just too fun. I want to make something like how Taiga’s nickname of “Tiger of Fuyuki” is actually a serious yakuza nickname for her (that her students then caught on without context), so her rival Shiki becomes the “Dragon of Mifune”

Thanks to Case Files I know mages having deadly car chases actually isn’t all that uncommon which opens up a ton of new avenues for how I could get Sakura to be in a car with Touko in a car chase. i’d have Sakura follow Touko’s instructions and overturn the cars chasing them. Sakura’s worried and asks if they’re hurt, and Touko goes “Don’t worry, they’re Clock Tower mages, they’ll be fine.” and then one of the overturned cars explodes and when Sakura turns to look Touko gently points sakura’s face forward and says “Eyes on the road,” Later that night, the news reveals no one was killed. Somehow.

I want to do the Jewel Sword of Zelretch but I don’t know how just yet.

I’m going to poke a lot of fun at the fact that Touko says she has no issues but one of her main puppets that she battles with is literally modeled to look like Aoko. I might even have Touko talk to the puppet once in a while when she’s bored.

Still debating on when exactly Sakura is going to start calling Touko “Mom” and what she would have to do to earn that. Also, do we know when Aoi Tohsaka died? I can’t recall a specific year and I’m trying to get all the dates straight.

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hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !! slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664. a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides. occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2 - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her. like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

#radintro #plot w me bitches #im fun n love quarantine sadness

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Ulfric & Orobas || Tiny Hats and Big Bow Ties

Timeframe: During the carnival Who: Orobas and Ulfric @big-bad-ulf Summary: Ulfric, in wanting to be sure Orobas and him are still on good terms after the Layla incident, takes Orobas to the carnival. They play a game and the photo of the century is taken.

Ulfric drummed his fingers impatiently against his truck’s steering wheel as he waited outside the downtown highrise. Of all the messages the wolf could have received from Orobas following the tense note on which their last conversation had ended, he could safely say ‘Come pick me up? lets see what the humans are up to at this carnival,’ was the most surprising. He was aware that his request for the higher vampire to use his compulsion to help calm Layla had pushed the limits of their agreement and caused offence, and was expecting to have his own loyalty tested in some way in return. He’d even been psyching himself up to attempt to grovel a small amount. But the carnival? Really? He supposed the pedestrian thrills on offer could be pleasant in the right company, and Orobas was certainly always interesting to be around, but the two together made for a jarring fit. Ulfric couldn’t imagine an ancient vampire of legend wanting to share a stick of cotton candy and ride the ferris wheel unless he had some kind of ulterior motive or agenda, and that’s what had him so apprehensive. The sooner the vampire showed the sooner he’d be able to figure out what this was really about, and gage how much he needed to do to get back in his ally’s good graces. Finally spotting Orobas exiting the lobby of the apartment building, Ulfric honked to the truck’s horn once to get his attention, rolling down the window as the vampire approached to say. “If you want to observe humans, it would be best to try and abide by a human schedule. The night is not young,” He indicated the clock on the dashboard. “Let’s not dawdle.”

Orobas had to peel Haxian’s grip from his wrist, one finger at a time. Tonight had called for three hours of preparations to convince his master to let him go. Orobas hadn’t had to deal with this version of Haxian since before White Crest, and with the pressing issues in the background, the ones only the two of them suspected, Orobas currently felt like his mind was heavy. He had finally watched Haxian walk away, waiting for Ulfric like some knight in shiny armor-- though in this case, it was a bushy bearded werewolf pulling up in a truck. Looking at the wolf, Orobas seemed unaware time was on his mind. “Are you in a rush?” He inquired, tone lacking any of his teasing energy that sometimes crept up when he was amused. Orobas sat down in the passenger seat, wearing a black t-shirt, and jacket, and dark blue jeans. His gaze drifted out the window. “How is the lil one?”

“Not exactly, I just didn’t want you to be displeased if the place was already emptying out of humans when we got there.” Ulfric stated matter-of-factly as he pulled away from the building, noting from the lack of humor in Orobas’ tone that he was, as anticipated, already displeased. “Which one?” The werewolf answered his next question out of habit, though it was only logical that he’d mean Layla. There was a lengthy pause as he considered how best to approach the subject, though he did his best to make it appear he was just focussed on driving and taking his role as vampiric chauffeur seriously. “Layla’s returned to herself, not quite her usual self, but she’ll get there. In no small part thanks to you. How are your--” He hesitated, searching for an appropriate word, slightly uncomfortable referring to the teenagers who work at Cryptid Corner as his toys even if Orobas himself had. “Your employees?” Ulfric settled on finally, the fog that had settled the town in recent years fading until it was replaced by the flickering lights of the carnival through the windshield as they arrived at their destination. He supposed they were meant to stir up a sense of excitement in the human attendees, but with his lack of colour perception and enhanced night vision they just sort of stung. “So, what were you looking for here, Orobas?” He queried, turning to his passenger to let him know he was incharge of the itinerary for the evening (within reason), it seemed as good a strategy as any to start repairing the alliance they’d forged.

“So you do have a few,” Orobas chuckled faintly. “You sure do have a nice little family now, Ulfric.” The comment wasn’t negative sounding, but did seem to hold envious weight. “My employees? Who cares about them--” he waved lightly, before leaning back, the usual up tight and proper sitting position dissolved further with his leg pulled up and his foot rested on the seat so he could hold it. “They work, I have a new daytime general manager, she is perfect, which makes me suspicious, but at least I don’t have to spend my first few hours playing catch up every night.” Business talk was easy, and Orobas could continue on the ramble while they drove if it came to that. When the light surfaced he grimaced as well. “Mhm, mostly curious to see what humans like. Steal some of the ideas and incorporate them into Cryptid so they will stop bitching at me. Or, maybe I just wanted you to take me out somewhere.”

Ulfric decided to ignore the comments about his ‘family’, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he may have deliberately overemphasized how packs could act as a combat task force rather than focussing on their function as a nurturing community when he’d first pitched an alliance between the werewolves and vampires of White Crest. “Scoping out the competition, that makes good tactical sense,” he nodded in agreement with Orobas’ plan as he stepped out of the truck and locked it behind him, “If this was just a social call, surely we would’ve gone somewhere less mundane?” And less… shrill. Even with his hearing at the duller end of the range he experienced with it being so close to the new moon, the torrent of screaming and laughter from the carnival-goers elicited a dull throb of pain between his ears. Despite his discomfort, he surged ahead through the entryway into the grounds, plucking a map from the information stand that greeted them with a single-minded determination to show Orobas he was willing to do what was asked of him, and do it well. His eyes flitted back and forth rapidly over the map for a moment, before folding and stuffing it in his pocket, confident he’d gleaned from it everything they needed to know. “I’ve deduced that the organizers have broken down their efforts to entertain these-- happy customers into three categories; attractions, games, and thrills,” the werewolf informed his vampire companion, catching himself just before referring to the crowd as humans again, since the patrons swirling around them were potentially close enough to overhear. “So, pick your poison.”

Orobas wanted to hear Ulfric’s loud, stupid laugh. He was being formal with him, and maybe it was his own mood spilling over to cause it. Pulling out some sunglasses, he tucked them on his nose to dim the lights and cheerfulness. “This is why Cryptic is the way it is, this is too much. I hate it,” he commented, glancing around at everyone. It seemed they were having fun on the surface, but everything here was laced with something more. How many would die here? He wondered. Or disappear without a trace just like it surfaced without one. Humanity had to live in the moment, and their happiness was so easy to take. “Games, those do well for me business wise. I’d like to see their prizes and I want you to win me something.” His voice still didn’t hold anything to it, this monotonous tone. He began to follow Ulfric since he saw the map, and the more he saw, the more he wanted something far more interesting to happen. What if the ferris wheel stopped? What if the rides jarred and caused someone’s neck to crack in pain? Where was the fae running around his park with their wings out. Yet, they were here. Enjoying themselves in the bright lights, and the terrible music. It rather made him realize humanity was quite ridiculous. “What game are you good at?” he asked, purchasing tickets for them and handing them all to Ulfric.

Ulfric chuckled at the thought that something could seem like ‘too much’ to someone who usually carried themselves with such flair. “I’d have to agree with you.” The werewolf pulled out his own pair of dark tinted shades from his pockets, relieved Orobas had been the one to relent and seek to block out some of the offensive barrage of sensations first. “The patrons with duller senses seem to be enjoying this level of stimulation though. It might be worth keeping that in mind if you’re looking to appeal to them,” he advised with a shrug, wondering again why of all the people he had been the one chosen to help him understand humans when his own understanding of them wasn’t in-depth. At Orobas’ proposition, he smiled more genuinely. It was a glimpse of the more playful vampire he was accustomed to dealing with. “I don’t know, this doesn’t seem like the kind of fair where they’d host woodcutting competitions…” he wondered aloud as he took the ticket and wandered along the row of gaming stalls. There was one stall where people were pushing ping pong balls into the mouths of plastic rotating mime heads, and he immediately eliminated that as an option because while he would happily feast on another mime creature if it happened to cross his path on a full moon, he wasn’t inclined to feed one himself. A stall where people shot fake guns at a pop-up display of a variety of woodland animals, including poorly drawn cartoon wolves, was more off-putting still. “This one.” The werewolf finally stopped at a booth with a back wall covered in balloons, some of which almost appeared to be pulsating, and a display that read, ‘Pop five in a row and win a prize! But for each one you pop, there’s a guaranteed surprise!’ Ulfric handed over a ticket in exchange for a set of five darts. “Are you sure you just want to watch?” He turned back to Orobas to ask, “It might be more entertaining to compete, make this an actual challenge.”

Orobas wasn’t surprised at the mime games, but he was over it since the sludge incident and that horrid woman who always felt the need to bother him online. Though, knowing that Ulfric had eaten a mime, one that hadn’t entirely been human, made him smile gently. It seemed his werewolf companion wasn’t satisfied with any of the games they were passing, but finally, their steps paused and end up at a balloon popping one. He chuckled. “That’s your instincts, not mine. But I will humor you,” he took some darts, rolling them between his fingers, watching the cheap feather on the ends twirl. Wishing it was heavier or a dagger. He threw two of the darts at once, each one striking the same color balloon that exploded in green slime. ‘Whoa, gross! You get a special prize for two slime ones, lucky,’ the young person said behind the booth. Orobas was promptly handed a teeny tiny black top hat that was dotted in glitter. He held it in his hands confused. “What do I do with it?” he asked the person, and they took it back and gestured him forward. He leaned in, the darts in his hand grouping up and tightening in a hold as a weapon should he need it. They set it on his head, clipping the side so it stuck to his hair. He looked at Ulfric, though with the glasses on his staredown, it was easy to feel. “Hm--”

“It suits that big head of yours,” Ulfric taunted, after taking in the image of the vampire in his tiny top hat. Though even as the aura of competition began to heat his blood, the teasing didn’t have quite his usual confidence, still unsure how solid the ground the two of them stood on was. He turned back to focus on the game, not wanting to let on how impressed he had been by the simultaneous double strike, though it probably showed in how seriously he took to aiming his darts before he let them fly free. The first hit a balloon which burst with a wet splat as something that looked very similar to blood poured out, though it lacked the distinctive smell, so surely it had to be fake…? There was something off about this carnival, or else humans had become distinctly more morbid since he’d last attended a similar event. The second exploded in a shower of glitter, twinkling in the lights as it coated him, the attendant and half of the booth in a light dusting. Unphased, the attendant whipped an oversized clip on bowtie out and clipped it to his collar with alarming fast reflexes. “Is this what you wanted?” The werewolf turned to the vampire, wearing his new prize and flakes of glitter stuck in his beard. “I’m beginning to suspect your true motive for inviting me here was to see me humbled.” He held up the final dart in askance. “Still want me to win this game for you?” If that was still the vampire’s wish then he could regain at least a small slither of his dignity through the small victory.

“Thank you,” Orobas had no idea how something like this could unfold, but when the large bow tie tucked under that bushy beard, his cold exterior cracked. A laugh huffed out, his smile genuine over it’s usually forced, creepy edge, and more real than anyone in his entire life has witnessed. The glitter was everywhere, dotting his cheeks, shoulders as well. He handed his phone to the attendant with compulsed demand, “take our photo.” The person fumbled a little with the device tossed his way, but quickly snapped a few shots that Orobas actually smiled in. Orobas glanced at the photo, he had none of him and Haxian hung up on the walls at their home. Nothing of him or Francesca with incriminating blood staining their cheeks, or even Morelia, while she had slept by his side, he should have taken one. He stared down at it, his fingers tightening subtly as a difficult feeling settled in his hallowed, still chest. “Yes,” he responded and handed him the last of his darts. “That--” he gestured to the small bat plushie with the vampire teeth hanging from the top of the stall, likely something that was hung from the rearview mirror in a car. “For your truck,” he cheekily added.

For what? Ulfric almost retorted, but bit his tongue when he saw Orobas break into a surprisingly non-disturbing smile. He got the feeling whatever cracks had formed between them when he’d called in his request for the vampire to aid Layla had begun to be repaired, and he’d only had to mildly humiliate himself to achieve it. So that counted as a win. He moved into position next to his undead companion just in time for the first flash of the camera, posing for a thumbs up. Ulfric rolled his eyes at Orobas’ choice of prize but couldn’t stop a small grin from forming on his face along with it, pleased that some of his ally’s former mischievousness was returning. “As you wish,” He declared, before sending the final dart sailing into a balloon in the centre of the board that explored into a puddle of perhaps the most unsettling surprise of all; mayonnaise. The attendant still slightly dazed from the compulsion, fumbled for the little bat toy but eventually deposited it in the werewolf’s hand. “A token of our comradery, I swear I’ll leave it on prominent display.” At least when no one else was in the truck with him, he thought. “Can we consider this recon mission a success, then, and get out of here before my ears start to bleed?” He asked, stashing the prize in his pocket, “Though on second thought, you’d probably enjoy that.”

“Liar,” Orobas chuckled. “Yes, I do think this is enough. I’ve gotten little answers as to why they enjoy this place filled with oddities, but whine about the amusement park.” He started to walk with him, a sly grin that yes, he’s always okay with a little suffering, but didn’t comment on that piece. He began to walk the way they came. Orobas wasn’t able to elaborate on the feelings he was experiencing right now. Everything still felt so numb to his person, this emptiness in him that didn’t want to explain why it was there. “Ulfric, there is an vampyric adversary coming into town that Haxian and I know very well. We’ve attempted, in the past many times-- to dispose of them. They were always tricky. Sly with their contacts, knowing how to pin us down somewhere with their kin.” Orobas looked towards the rides in passing, and rolled his eyes. “I am unsure who I will involve in dealing with them. This is what happens when you don’t rid the world of your enemies. They circle back. But I do wish for you to know. It’s-- a dangerous situation I’m not taking lightly.”

“People tend to flock to what’s new and exciting, even if it’s not so different from what they’ve already got,” Ulfric explained, keeping in step with Orobas and shrugging, sending a small flutter of glitter to the ground. “You should know that by now.” What with his advanced age and all, he thought, but being surrounded by so many townspeople in close proximity kept him from being able to use the best of his barbs, since Orobas appeared to be younger than him. His expression turned more serious as the vampire explained the threat he was facing, ignoring the jab about sparing enemies under certain circumstances that no doubt arose from their previous argument on the subject. “And when he rolls back around I’ll be ready to face them with you, as promised.” The werewolf assured him, clapping Orobas on the shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to fight a vampire.” Already dead, they’d have little reason to fear it, and their unique abilities and lack of weaknesses such as needing to breath would surely make for a challenge. Although Ulfric never enjoyed killing, he would’ve been lying if he said there wasn’t a lot of satisfaction to be gained from coming out on top after a hard-won brawl. “It’s a good thing we’re friends.”

A chuckle. Ulfric could be lured easily into a fight, even without having all the details. The clap on his back brought back a rush of old memories, of different wolves, of other times. “If you ever want practice let me know. There are always a few newborns that just need to go-- beyond training, or assistance. I usually kill them myself. This one though, hmm,” Orobas seemed to slip into thought for a moment, quiet, and still as he usually was, even with his steps going forward. “We will need at a dozen or more people,” he said with a grit of teeth. “It’s that level of dangerous, unfortunately. Some of us will perish, for it’s not a vampire we are fighting. It’s an Elder who has a petulance in making spawn over higher vampires. It will be messy.”

“If they’re running rampant, I could kill two bats with one stone, I suppose...” Ulfric mulled the suggestion over with only a slight grimace. Pragmatically, it would be good to stay on top of his game, and if leaving them to roam the town was an exposure risk then someone was going to have to exterminate these vampires. But he also wasn’t sure how much he liked the idea of becoming the White Crest vampire community’s garbage disposal. That was uncomfortably close to hunter territory. “I prefer to work in a team anyway,” he shrugged at the description of the battle plan. “the lone wolf trope is just that. But are you not... also an elder?” The werewolf arched an eyebrow at the 400-odd-year-old next to him. “How ancient is this thing?” Just then, a juggling carnival worker riding a unicycle drove down the aisle between them, reminding him of their setting. “I realize this fair doesn’t seem entirely mundane,” he lowered his voice and stepped closer to Orobas glancing around them at the crowd as they passed by chattering animatedly or milling in queues to the supposed ‘thrill’ rides, “But are you sure this is the place to discuss this? It might be best to reconvene somewhere more discreet.”

“No, my master is though, you have to be over five hundred or so. It’s a gradual change, and the more time that passes, the more dangerous they can be if you aren’t on their side. This person was old when I met him two hundred years ago, so I can only imagine.” Orobas didn’t normally give that type of information out, but it was Ulfric. “Vampires will always fight with each other. We like our territory, and we like what is ours.” He glanced around, meeting the passing eye of a few people behind his sunglasses. “You are always paranoid about that. Probably though, I was lost in thought. We can speak later on details. I have a busy week ahead anyway, and I could still use your aid in snuffing out that human who visits during the day.”

“You mean sniffing them out,” Ulfric corrected lightly. Orobas could do the ‘snuffing’ if the human’s mind was truly warped so badly by compulsion that they were beyond help, though the werewolf was still keen to verify that part for himself. Not so much because he didn’t trust the vampire’s word on it, but just because if such a thing was possible then he wanted to know, really know, and you only learned the tough lessons by making yourself look directly at them. “But yes, I will help,” he held his hand out for Orobas to shake, a deal re-struck. “I do keep my word.” As they neared the exit to the carnival grounds, he pulled the bat toy out of his pocket and let it dangle between his fingers in front of the vampire’s eyes. “I’ll even let you hang this in my truck yourself to prove it.”

Orobas laughed a little. “Yes, that--” he poked his nose lightly. “Way better than mine.” He shook his hand and promptly snatched the silly toy before Ulfric could joke around and take it back. “Will do,” he spun it around his finger, and made towards the truck. The mood lighter.

#x: ulfric #x: tiny hats and big bow ties #{WHOLESOME SOMEHOW}

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ssincielo · 3 years

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@steadyclips asked: what is something your muse loves being praised for? what acts of service would your muse appreciate the most? does your muse prefer conversation or just sitting quietly with their s/o? does your muse find themselves subconsciously seeking out physical contact?

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

the main thing someone could praise lourdes for in a way that would make her feel all warm and gooey inside is commenting on her dedication to something, whatever that thing may be. whether she admits to it or not, lourdes likes the idea of feeling useful in some way or another — whether that’s domestically, with her cooking and making sure that the people in her life are well fed, or if it’s work related, where she’s working on a project and the effort she’s putting into it is noticed and well received. because of that, it motivates lourdes to continue putting 110% into a task, and makes her feel...well, appreciated in a person’s life — praise is her reminder of that.

ACTS OF SERVICE.

lourdes handles a lot of tasks on her own time, and was left to her own devices once of age and proven to be capable of doing so, so someone performing an act of service on her is like a foreign language. (’people? taking care of me? less likely than you think’ — this bitch, prbly.) but if there was any one thing that lourdes would appreciate out of a friend or a romantic partner, it would be a domestic task like grocery shopping and running errands. lourdes hates doing that shit. and it almost always ends up with lourdes having to block out her entire day just to complete these things — hit one supermarket, then the next one across town, then she needs to do this and that and another thing, and she’s hopping buses and trains and cabs just to get everything done and carry them all into her apartment by herself. so it would definitely be shopping / errand running.

QUALITY TIME.

it depends on how relaxed she feels with a partner — comfortable silence is better than awkward silence. ideally, she doesn’t mind shutting the fuck up every once in a while and just basking in the presence of her significant other — lourdes is rather quiet as it is, and unless something is happening, she doesn’t feel the need to do a whole lot of talking with someone she already knows very well. however, if it’s a new situation with someone she doesn’t know that well, and she’s nervous? lourdes will talk up a fucking storm. anything to fill up the silence, get to know the other person, get a feel of what kind of energy they have, and make use of the time that they have together.

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

yesyesyesyes. when she’s comfortable and all headass in love and shit, lourdes loves to touch, and she loves being touched in return. so if she really likes a person, she will absolutely go for contact at any opportunity, and will likely be all up under someone without realizing she’s doing it. hand holding is top tier, obviously — but lourdes also will rest her head along her partner’s shoulder / chest, wrap herself around their upper arms when standing around somewhere, absently scratch at her significant other’s chin / beard, do the little circle-rub thing with her thumb when holding hands with her partner (!!!), relax her legs against their lap when they’re sitting down together, scratch lightly / give little back massages when in bed, all of that affectionate shit. like literally, don’t let her have a crush on somebody, because she’s gonna be touchy-feely all the time. but also, if your muse’s love language is touch, this bitch is your go-to with the affection.

LOVE LANGUAGE HEADCANONS. — accepting!

#I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PAPER STRAIGHT. — 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 #steadyclips

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ousamma · 4 years

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"Redemption"is key motive- Big Brother All-stars Candidates Released

CBS has announced and posted all 20 potential Big Brother Candidates. The names have been floating around chat forums, blogs, myspace, and fan sites all over the web since the announcement of the show earlier this year. The key for the most of the houseguests? Redemption! Most of the chosen ones made big mistakes somewhere in the game, were stabbed in the back by another player, or just simply played the game wrong.

George This guy seems to be the type who always tried to fit in by standing out- His nickname, Chicken, came from his duty to guard the household chicken.

Bunky Bunky is the housguest who is known for his crying. He played the "nice guy" card, and we all know nice guys finish last! Bunky spent most of his time in the house crying, while the people around him tried to manipulate him. His best friend in the house, Kent,who first judged him, still remains a close friend to him outside the house. Bunky wants to come back and play the game completely different- and as he says he won't cry too!

Will "You think its easy being good-looking?" Many fans love this guy- why? Because he knows that bad boys are sexy! He called his game playing ruthless and that he planned to lie from day one. He also claims he pioneered the strategy of being evil. He believes people should vote for him because he has a big ego and he would like to try to mix things up a bit.

Mike "I am the type of guy you want to hang with instead of buying insurance from." Mike boogie was part of the chill town alliance and he states he liked hanging with the 'Bratt pack.' He said his biggest mistake was falling in love with Christa whom he asked to marry on the show, got engaged, and then broke up after the show. He thinks that being 'in love' clouded his judgment and wants to show America how strategic he can be. Good friends with Evil Dr. Will, he is wanting to step from beyond his friends shadow and take the lead.

Monica "It's on" this girl is strong and a true force of female power. She claims she wants to continue to keep it real and for anyone who tries to get in her way to watch out. She even scares me! A true competitor!

Marcellas Marcellas was always seen looking at himself in admiration and was quoted saying " I love looking at myself." Marcellas is a fan favorite, as since he was evicted he has worked on "House Calls" making comments on all Big Brother houses since his time. Him and Amy were two outcasts that were used to being popular until they entered the big brother house, only to be shunned by all. Marcellas made the mistake of giving up his veto to keep his only friend in the house, in what he refers to as, "a crazy greek tragedy". Marcellas wants to come back into the house to correct his big mistakes.

Lisa Lisa- known for her infamous peanut butter bikini- and her quote " I keep my eyes shut and my mouth open," was one loud mouth in Big Brother. She is one of the few winners that will attempt to get back into the Big Brother House. This time she wants to come back and play the game although she won the last won she was in. She is ready to dodge bullets, as a past winner, she has nothing to loose.

Danielle People either love to hate me, or hate to love me" a controversial player that will try to return to the show. In tonight's show she reflected in what she called " real and raw" dairy room sessions where she counted down to her victory. She also created a secret alliance with Jason that never uncovered landing them both in the top three. She was so close to winning that the only thing on her mind is "redemption".

Erika Erika was really pumped to enter the house in BB4 until she saw her X boyfriend in the shows ex-factor twist. She would like to enter the house and try to win as one of the "good" guys. In BB4 she created a strong alliance with jack, but that alliance was not good enough. She is ready for anything this time and especially ready to redeem herself.

Dana "I'm soooo pissed off" Dana was known for calling it like it is. She claims her personality is "spicy." She made her biggest mistake early when she switched sides and voted against her alliance only to get voted out in the next round.

Alison "A Girls got to do what a girls got to do"- Alison, the houseguest everybody hated. She started off the show seducing all the boys, and in know time she was hated. She said that manipulating men was a part of her strategy as well as telling people exactly what they wanted to hear. She managed to squeak by and win second place, only to be brutally defeated with a 1: 6 vote loss. She believes that the first looser crap is not good enough for her and is coming back strong with vengeance.

Jase "That was not from Jesus" Full of antics he labeled his BB5 crew, the "Four idiot horseman." Jase was thrown off guard when he was caught calling out other housguests. He was a rat on a sinking ship pretty fast! Jase believes all-stars would not be the same without him. He wants to be back, wearing head-gear... a Born again houseguest.

Michael Michael "cowboy" - The only cowboy on big brother wants to return. He began his reign in the house acting wild but that was suddenly halted when he found out he had a sister and a father, and his sister was in the house with him! His sob story drove him to the end where he just missed the money. He thinks that when you get that close to the money its the hardest to loose it. People stated he rode the coattails to the finals, and he is ready to prove he deserves to be the winner.

Nakomis Nakomis--Jennifer found out that Michael was her brother on the show. She had her own crafty personality, with new hair styles and poetry. Her passionate tirade against the producers, the series and reality shows in general, made her a memorable player in big brother. She states that her relationship with Michael is on and off again today, and that the most painful memory of her eviction was having the single vote that casted her out come from her brother. She wants to be the snake in the grass in the all stars competition

Diane "When I want something, I get it." Diane is another one who fell in love on Big brother. She became winner Drew's girlfriend where later Drew chose to take cowboy Michael over her to the voting round. She stated that being with him costed her the game, and that nobody will break her down. She is also wants to come back in the name of "redemption!"

Howie Howie made himself known quickly as BUSTO- a man who loves boobies. He was also always trying to be a JEDI and could be seen with his light sabers on several episodes. He had a secret partner Janelle. Howie has made the biggest online appearance creating his own games, starting online chats and promoting his own products. Howie believes "Big brother without Howie is like a day without sunshine." He also believes he was the best looking guy on the show.

Kaysar Kaysar was the first Muslim on Big Brother, and although an extremely nice guy he was also an outcast. According to him, people thought they could take advantage of him, and that he was evicted way too early. Kasyar, although unpopular on the show has become extremely popular in reality. He appeared on the soap opera "the young and the restless" as well as an appearance in the new show "half and half." He is know for his quote " No, I sealed your partners fate." Kaysar is a hot pick in several big brother fan forums.

Ivette "Im going to get Cuban on your ass" She believes that her biggest mistake on the show was choosing the wrong friends and alliances. Often seen on the show as loud and part of the "nerd herd" she wants to ditch those stereotypes and play a different game.

James "Veto King" James was not well liked on the show. He claims no one was as feared and as hated as him. He survived because of his ability to capture the most veto's in big brother history. James promises that he will return with the same tenacity as before. James is also a favorite in forums all over the web.

Janelle "Bye Bye Bitches!"The most highly quoted, fun loving, big brother candidate. Most houseguests would also love to see her return. Although a Tall foxy blonde, Janelle is know dummy and a strong competitor. She states she will do anything to win...ANYTHING!...

Well what are you waiting for? Vote for your favorites now! Join us at http;//www.morebigbrother.com

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squirrelly831 · 5 years

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Unpredictable

Masterlist

Genre: Angst-ish [Only some violence]

Characters: Hyunwoo x Original Character [Elizabeth]

Word Count: 3606

DISCLAIMER: This is purely fiction. It’s not a healthy relationship to be with someone dangerous nor is it a safe choice. Not all of my gang scenarios will end like this one. There will be some that end in a major character death or police involvement. Okay, you may proceed now (:

Liz was at the grocery store. She was still dressed in her work clothes and drained from the long day. She went down each aisle, scratched off the items on her list one by one, and periodically checked her phone. “Hyunwoo, what are you doing?” She groaned as she looked at the little words under her text earlier in the afternoon. Delivered. She put her phone back on the bread in her cart as she continued to stroll as she waited for her fiance to text her. Do you want lasagna? A simple yes or no would suffice, She grew impatient at each minute that ticked away. She hated to go to the store so late, but she needed groceries for the week at least.

Liz gave it another ten minutes before she decided to check-out with the frozen lasagna meal and other bags of food. She grew worried. Hyunwoo was always so good when it came to replies. In the three years they had been together, he was punctual when it came to his replies. She sent a quick group text to their friends after two and even they hadn’t texted her in those next two and a half hours. She headed to her car, a new emotion bubbled up in her system. Worry. Her fingers twitched and itched. She didn’t want to blow up his phone, but she was worried something happened. She pulled her phone from her pocket and called Hyunwoo, but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey babe. Where are you? Did you go out of town again and not tell me again?” She let out a small sigh, “Call me, okay? I’m worried. I love you.” She hung up as she got to her car and unlocked her car. The back trunk went up and she carefully put her bags in the trunk.

“Elizabeth Park?”

Liz turned back at the voice. Two men dressed in all black stood before her. Both were very buff. Her guard went up as she silently cursed that her pocket knife Hoseok, one of her best friends, gave her for protection. She felt intimidated by how close they stood and by the bad vibe they gave off. “Who’s asking?”

The two men locked eyes with one another. The one who spoke smirked and nudged his head to his partner. Liz shut the trunk and cautiously backed away from the two suspicious strangers. The second man reacted. He reached for her and she jumped back.

She let out a scream in hopes she could alert anyone who would be out. She reached for her car door only to be grabbed from behind. “Let me go!” Liz struggled in the arms of the second man as he dragged her back. She kicked the car as she tried to kick back into the man.

“Fuck man, grab her legs.” The second man grumbled.

The first one reached down to capture her legs, but she kneed him in the face. “Bitch!”

She squeezed her eyes shut, gave a quick count to three in her head, and she let her head fall forward before she swung her head back into the second man’s face. He cursed as he let her go and she made her way back towards the store. Screw the car she thought. Men looking like that probably had guns and could blow out her tires or worse… She gulped down the panic as she thought of the other scenario. She could fight in self defense, but only small things. She only took two classes with Hoseok and Changkyun and quit because she didn’t see the point of it. Gotta practice with them again she noted. That was if she could make it to the store that seems miles away. Had she really parked so far from the store? She reached for her phone to call the police when she let out a yelp as she was yanked back by her hair. She was thrown to the concrete ground. Her arms blocked her forehead from impact but her cheek scraped the concrete and she could taste metallic in her mouth from the biting her lip as she fell. She felt burns on her arms and her leg pulsed, but the pain itself was numb. She was pushed to her back on the ground. Her attacker over her. His hands shot out and wrapped against her neck as another pair of hands pressed a cloth over her mouth and nose. She reached up and scratched him, but it only made his grip grow tighter around her neck. As the lack of oxygen began to affect her faster than the cloth of chloroform, her arms laid limp. Her eyes blurred and her struggles ceased. Half conscious, she felt the rush of air reenter her lungs. The cloth removed and the man got off her as she heard the muffled voices of the two men before she succumbed to unconsciousness.

She woke to the screech of the metal door scrap against the concrete floor. Her eyes moved behind her eyelids, her lids too heavy to open. Her body ached and felt like a heavy pressure was over it.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart” the sound of something hitting metal sounded above her before she was doused by ice cold water.

The heaviness she once felt was yanked from her as she jerked up from the sudden unpleasant coldness that overtook. Elizabeth had no time to adjust as she was yanked off the concrete floor like a rag doll. She stumbled forward as she tried to regain her balance only to be yanked out the room. Her capture led her into a warehouse. Her body wobbled as she walked on. Her mind fuzzy from the rude awakening. Her body screamed in pain from her legs to her arms.

“Boss, Sleepin Beauty is awake” her capture called out. There was a muffled frantic reply.

Elizabeth was wide awake at the sound of heavy boots stomped towards them. A man entered Elizabeth’s view. He was tall and muscular. He had cuts and bruises on his knuckles and arms, but what caught Elizabeth’s attention the most was the blood, dried and fresh, that stained his clothes and hands. The man noticed her heavy gaze and gave a wide eerie smile, “Oh, this isn’t mine.” He held her gaze. The darkness in his eyes were like black holes. It felt like she was spiralling into them that she had to look away in terror. The man chuckled at her reaction before he turned his back to them and waved two fingers in the air for them to follow.

If adrenaline was going to kick it, it was going to kick at that moment. It was do or die. Elizabeth thrashed in her kidnapper’s arms. Her kidnapper wrapped his arm around her chest to restrain her. She took that opportunity to bite down on the man’s arm. The man let out a holler as he loosened his grip. Elizabeth took the chance and escaped his grip. She stumbled a bit, but caught herself from falling. Her head buzzed just slightly from the drugs that lingered in her system, but she darted off towards one of the doors to make her escape.

A shot rang out and Elizabeth skidded to a halt. Her legs betrayed her as she hit the slick concrete. “That’s quite enough outta you, princess.” The boss sneered. He made his way to her. Her kidnapper was nursing his bleeding arm. The boss stopped, “You’re pathetic.” In a quick motion, his arm shot out towards his minion with his gun in hand and he pulled the trigger.

Elizabeth’s heart leaped out her chest as a second gunshot sounded and the sound of a heavy object hit the ground. She didn’t need to look back to see what made that sound. She just knew. Though her mind told her to run, she squeezed her eyes shut afraid to look back at the body on the ground. The fear of what she was involved in was surreal. Why had they kidnapped her?

The boss made his way to her, “Let’s go back this way.” He tugged her arm, but she remained unmoved. His lips twisted as he pointed his gun at her and he pulled back the hammer. The click made her eyes open, “I’ll only say it nicely one time. Move.” He yanked her up and she followed him fearfully. As they walked back the way they came, Elizabeth caught sight of the dead kidnapper. Her stomach twisted as she watched the blood gather together. The boss continued to pull her without the slightest twinge of guilt. “Shownu!” He called out as he led her to a man who was tied and beaten in a chair. His head covered with a sandbag. “We brought you a little” the boss eyed Elizabeth, “well let’s call it a little motivation. On your knees, angel.” He turned his direction to Elizabeth and waved his gun towards her.

Elizabeth took in a shaky breath as she got on her knees in front of the beaten man. The questions spun around in her head as she watched the boss walk away from her towards the man beaten. He tore off the bag and revealed her boyfriend. Her tearfilled eyes widened, “Hyunwoo” she whimpered. Hyunwoo’s eyes reflected the fear in her own.

The boss let out a wicked laugh, “You should be more of a gentleman, Shownu” he taunted as he pulled off his muffle. “Greet your girlfriend.”

Hyunwoo tore his eyes from Elizabeth and towards the boss, “You bastard.”

The boss swung and punched Hyunwoo in the face. Elizabeth flinched at the sound of bones cracking and she looked back at Hyunwoo. Blood dripped from his obvious broken nose. Elizabeth felt sick as she watched the blood. “You got some nerve. I was going to let your girl watch you die, but I changed my mind.” He stalked over to Elizabeth.

“Joon, don’t touch her!” Hyunwoo tried to break the rope that held him down.

Elizabeth’s lips quivered as she scooted back against the concrete, “Hyunwoo…”. Joon smirked as he grabbed her by the upper arm. “Please, don’t do this.” Elizabeth cried silently as she pleaded.

Joon put away his gun and grabbed a pocket knife and held it to her throat. His other arm twisted around Elizabeth’s arms to prevent her from escape, “You’ll get a front seat to watch your girl bleed, Shownu.”

Elizabeth met Hyunwoo’s eyes before she squeezed her eyes shut prepared for her demise. The next moment, Joon’s arm loosened before he released her completely and he hit the ground.

“Run for cover, Lizzy!” Hyunwoo shouted. Elizabeth’s eyes opened and she looked around. At her feet lay Joon with a bullet hole between his eyes. “Lizzy, now!” The sound of feet and gun fires began. Elizabeth looked up at Hyunwoo unsure what to do. The restraints on Hyunwoo could be easily cut with the knife Joon held. Her eyes went to the strown knife-- “I’ll be fine. If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

Elizabeth was pulled from her thoughts. She picked up the knife just as more gunshots rang. She ducked, but one grazed her arm. “Fuckin--!” Hyunwoo shouted, “GET OUT OF HERE, DUMBASS!”

The anger in his voice was enough for Elizabeth to turn her back on him and run behind a set of boxes as the gunshots muted her cries. She pressed her hands to her ears to try to tune out the bullets. The metal handle of the knife pressed against her cheek. Guilt consumed her as she thought of Hyunwoo in that chair. In the middle of the now battlefield. The knife in her hand felt like it was burning into her. A hand touched her and startled her. She let out a shriek and jumped with the knife pointed out.

“It’s okay. Relax, it’s just us” the hand touched hers again as her eyes flew open. Before her was Hyungwon and Kihyun, her best friend. Kihyun took the pocket knife from her with ease as Hyungwon kept guard with gun in hand. “We need to get you out of here, come.” Elizabeth took his hand and he pulled her up.

“Ki, what’s go--” Hyungwon started firing off bullets at an approaching enemy from the right as he shielded them. The words died in at her lips. Escape first questions later.

They took off to the nearest exit when an enemy shot a bullet in the opposite direction. “Shit!” Hyungwon grabbed his second gun from his back pocket and shot at both sides. “You guys go on. Jooheon has the car ready. Go!”

Kihyun threw open the door to the outside world. The was no more sun, but the full moon lit the area. Scattered about was bodies of enemies, about ten. Elizabeth momentarily froze as the body count continued to rise before her. Her mind spun. She ran into enough dead bodies for a lifetime. Her eyes scanned each man, did her friends do this? If they did, how? How did they even know what was going on?

“Don’t shut down on me now, Lizzy.” Kihyun’s voice was muffled. Elizabeth’s eyes glazed over. “Lizzy!” He shook her shoulders.

Jooheon raced over to them, “We don’t have time for this, Kihyun.” He swooped down and picked up the Elizabeth. Kihyun and Jooheon then headed back to the car. Kihyun opened the back door and Jooheon placed Elizabeth in the back before he shut the door. The two hopped into the front seats, Jooheon started the car, and he sped off.

Elizabeth was at an unfamiliar home. Jooheon left her with Kihyun as he went back to the hideout. Kihyun checked over her wounds. Scrapes and dried blood with a couple of bruises on her legs, arms and face, but it was nothing that caused him concern. He cleaned the dried blood and added some disinfectant.

Elizabeth watched him work in silence. She didn’t feel like she was trapped inside her head any longer. “Tell me, Kihyun.” He tensed at his name. She never used his full name unless she was mad. “What was all that? Why do you guys know how to use a gun? Who were those people? Is Hyu--”

Kihyun pressed his hand on her mouth, “I’ll explain, but you need to relax. If you keep rushing out questions, you’re going to overwhelm yourself. Okay?” She gave a small nod and he removed his hand. He sat beside her on Hyunwoo’s bed and told her the hidden truth of Hyunwoo and the people she considered her closest friends.

Kihyun left her in Hyunwoo’s room to process everything alone. Elizabeth was on his bed with a pillow hugged against her and took in his scent. She took a deep breath of his smell as she stared at the picture frame on the nightstand. Hyunwoo had his arms wrapped around her waist. Their faces close enough that they looked like they were about to kiss. She shook her head and buried her head in his pillow. Hyunwoo was in a gang. Not only in a gang, but the leader of one. None of it made sense, yet it all made sense. Why he worked odd nights after he just got home from work. Why he came home with splatters of blood or injuries. It all made so much sense. Her adrenaline slipped and her eyes grew heavy as she thought about Hyunwoo. How injured he was in that chair and how frightened he looked when he saw her and knew that she now knew his well kept secret.

“Izzy…” a voice whispered in her ear. “Lizzy, wake up” with a small shake, Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open. Kihyun kneeled in front of her with a cautious smile, “Everyone else is here.”

Her ears perked, “Everyone? Then Hyunwoo is--” She sat up in the bed. Kihyun nodded and in an instant Elizabeth was out of the bed. Her heavy footsteps echoed behind her as she flew out of the room. There was one thing on her mind. No, there was one person on her mind. She ran down the flight of stairs and paused. She turned to the living room to see Hyunwoo with his head in hands and their friends on the chairs and sofa near him. He was shirtless with bandages covering most of his torso. She panted as she looked at her Hyunwoo. “Hyunwoo…” She called out breathlessly.

Hyunwoo tensed as he looked up at her. He took a breath and stood prepared for the worse. He had kept a secret from her. A major secret. A secret that almost gotten her killed. He was prepared for her to say she wanted to leave. He wouldn’t stop her. He had no right.

Tears huddled in the corner of her eyes prepared to fall if she blinked, Elizabeth ran to him, jumped, and wrapped her arms around his neck, “You’re okay.” She let out a shaky breath. “You’re really okay.”

No one said anything as they watched the scene play out. Hyunwoo froze under her delicate touch She was on her tiptoes as she hugged him. Her arms radiated warmth. He could feel wetness on his unbandaged chest. His hands reacted and wrapped around her to pull her even closer to him if possible. One hand around her back that helped her hold on him and the other threaded through her hair. In the corner of his eye, he saw the others sneak out of the room to give them a moment alone. He silently thanked them as he felt Lizzy’s arms slowly unwind from him. Her warmth left him the moment her arms let him go. Hyunwoo looked down and met her eyes before he scanned the rest of her face. A bruise and scrapes along her left cheek tattooed her beautiful face. Her lip scabbed over in a corner. His thumb touched the wound on her lip and she winced a bit. “Sorry.” He finally spoke.

Her heart instantly fluttered any doubt melted. This was Hyunwoo. Her Hyunwoo. “It’s okay. It takes a lot more than this to keep me down.” She replied. Her voice quivered. She didn’t know why she tried to act stronger than she felt. In all honesty, she still wanted to cry and to hit Hyunwoo for all the problems he put her through. Hyunwoo moved from her and slumped on the couch. Elizabeth kneeled in front of him in worry, “Are you hurting? Should I get the others?”

Hyunwoo’s head fell forward and tears dripped on his knees. Elizabeth touched his hands. He could swear he felt her love just in the palm of his hands. “I was so scared.” He cleared his throat of the lump that formed. “I thought I could keep you safe from that part of my life and I almost lost you.”

Her hands squeezed his. Her own tears returned, “I was scared too… but not much from the idea of dying, but the idea of you having to live with that memory.”

His blood shot eyes met hers, “You can leave. I won’t blame you or try to stop you. It’s not safe being with me. Especially now that my enemies know about you.” He gulped. “A lot of Joon’s men escaped and they’ll come looking for us again. They’d leave you alone if you--”

Elizabeth pulled away and made an ‘x’ with her arms. “Not happening. Don’t even want to hear it. We’re stuck together.” She flashed him the engagement on her finger as if to emphasize her point.

“Lizzy, I’m seri--”

“As am I” her eyes narrowed. “I’d only break up with you if I fell out of love with you or vice versa. So, did you? Do you not love me?”

Hyunwoo huffed, “Of course not, but th--”

Elizabeth shrugged, “Then there’s no problems.” Hyunwoo was about to speak up, “I’m not leaving. Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely pissed off that you kept this a secret and put me in danger because if I knew all of this” she extended her arms to motion to the room, “I would have done my part and kept myself on guard more. I would have take Hoseok and Changkyun’s self defense a lot more serious and I would have learned how to bandage wounds.” She let out an exaggerated sigh, “Now, I have to learn about all this… Maybe Youtube will have some notes on bandaging wounds. I’ll need the guys to teach me how to defend myself and to use my pocket knife.” She pressed her fingers to her temple as she continued to list the new things she needed to do.

Hyunwoo looked confused. It was definitely not the response he had expected from her. He laughed unexpectedly. Elizabeth stopped her conversation to herself and stared at him as if he had a third head. Hyunwoo winced from the injuries but his laughter only continued. She was unpredictable and it was something he loved the most about her. He pulled her in between his legs as his laughter died. His arms wrapped around her and his head tucked itself in the crook of her neck. “I love you.”

Elizabeth ran her hand through his hair, “I love you more.”

He leaned up to her face. His lips just a breath apart, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

Her lips twitched into a smile, “Shut up.” He pressed his lips to hers. Her hands held both sides of his face as if in fear he would disappear if she didn’t.

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RWBY V6 CH5 Review: The Coming Storm

It's been roughly about a month now since Volume 6 started... and ho boy, has this volume has not held back it's punches whatsoever. Within the span of four chapters we got a train wreck, long awaited questions answered, Cinder plotting her vengeance, and Salem reminding us why she is scary as Hell. We've been put through the wringer these past for weeks, and now with Chapter 5 upon us, we are all wondering how this can get anymore intense. Well delving into the horror genre seems to be a pretty good way! What do I mean? Well lets find out!

Overview

Before we check on our heroes though, lets check in on Cinder The good news for her is that Lil' Miss Malachite has gotten the information that she wanted. She informs the Fall Maiden of the good guys heading for Argus, which causes Cinder to conclude that they're heading for Atlas next. She starts to head off... until Lil' Miss refers to her by name. As it turns out, Cinder was quite the interesting figure. So much so that it brought the information broker double the business. How you may ask? Well the camera cuts to above where we see a figure standing on a beam... and carrying with her a familiar looking parasol That's right my friends, after three volumes and a ton of teasing, Neo has made her return.

Neo wastes no time, attacking Cinder and the two villainesses begin to rumble. It's a pretty awesome hand-to-hand fight too, all as a chilling new Jeff and Casey tune plays. Did I mention that I really want the soundtrack? Between this, Lionized, Miracle, and the opening this soundtrack is gong to be morbidly awesome. Lil' Miss, while clearly enjoying the show, eventually tells the two girls to take their rumble outside. It's at this point that Cinder discovers that the Neo that she's been fighting is one of her illusions... so yeah, Neo can now cast longer, more lifelike illusions. Be afraid people. Be very afraid. But it isn't long before Cinder causes the real Neo to step forward.

Now normally, Neo has a confident, pretty cocky demeanor like her former boss, which her previous illusion also demonstrated. But here? Her clothes are slightly tattered, her expression is serious and vengeful, and most notably she is now wearing a very familiar looking hat. It takes Cinder no time to realize what the deal is: Neo wants to kill her as revenge for Torchwick's death. As they fight however, Cinder points out that they both have the same goal, which is to get revenge on Little Red Ruby. Cinder finally goes into Maiden mode, causing Neo to stop in fear, ad the Fall Maiden convinces her to knock it off and that they can work together to make Ruby pay. Neo agrees to talk... well she can't really talk, which I guess we now have conformation that Neo is indeed a mute. But you get what I mean.

Back with Team RWBY, the storm is growing worst as Ruby is confused by the state of Brunswick Farms. Most places that she's seen that were abandoned were either destroyed or unfinished, but this place is fine. The group breaks into what I assume is the mayor's house and everyone scatters to look around and find supplies. Ruby's attention goes to some portraits, showing a rather happy bunch of people. Blake goes to check on her... when the two hear Weiss scream. The gang goes to find her and Yang in a state of horror... because they just found the corpses of the home owners still int heir beds. WELL... THAT WAS SOMETHING.

A little later, Qrow confirms that all of the town is dead int he same manner. Weiss understandably doesn't want to stay there, but with the storm they have no choice. Qrow goes to see if he can find anything that can transport them out, ordering the others to go nowhere alone. Blake and Yang go to see if they can find anything in the other buildings as Ruby and Weiss look around to see if they can find any food. That leaves Oscar with Maria, who tells him to keep the fire going as she looks for a bedtime story. Did I mention that I love Abuelita Maria? Because Dear God do I love her.

Blake and Yang end up in some kind of barn/shed and look around, also wondering what it could have been that killed everyone. It's pretty clear that Yang is not handling any of the recent events well and Blake is concerned, but the blonde merely says that she's tired and wants to get out of this place. She finds a wagon that looks large enough to hold everyone, but any possible relief is killed when she has a flashback to Adam. She tells Blake of how she still flashes back to that night, her hand trembling as she asks the cat girl if she believes that Adam is still out there. Blake doesn't know, especially since despite knowing that the WF will reject him for his cowardice, he'll likely force his way anyways. She would know after all, he would use force and fear to make her feel beneath him and right into his control. But still, Blake tries to comfort Yang by assuring her that she isn't going anywhere and will be there for her. It seems to help Yang... until Blake says that if Adam comes back, she'll protect her. Yang doesn't take that comment well, heading back while saying that they'll hook the wagon to Bumblebee later. And somewhere, the Bumblebee shippers aren't sure if they should cheer, cry, or both.

Back with Ruby and Weiss, they find what looks like a bar. Ruby isn't happy with this, especially considering Qrow's current mental state, but brushes it aside as she heads for a pantry. Weiss however starts to ask Ruby if they're still heading for Atlas, much to Ruby's confusion. Weiss brings up that Salem can't be killed, so what's the point of going there now? Well that's what she claims anyways. I think that we all know the real reason why she doesn't want to go back. Ruby is clearly upset about this, but Weiss takes it back and just says that she's tired and hates this place... remember this for the review. They find more alcohol and a chained up wine cellar... and some canned shrimp flavored beans! Ugh... why would anyone make those? They take the food and leave and the episode ends with one of the cellar doors opening up...

Review

If anyone was hoping that things would get more cheery.. well sorry, you're going to be waiting awhile! Man, this episode was tense. Heck,t hat's what they should have named it! Tense: The Episode. I'm not complaining though cause man, this chapter was great! The drama continues to keep us at the edge of our sets, we got some payoffs, and plenty of nightmare fuel! Thanks for the Day 5/Until Dawn crossover CRWBY! I'll be having nightmares for weeks now!

So lets talk about the villains first! Neo is back... and I really don't care. I know that Neo is a fan favorite, and it totally baffles me as to why. Her design is cute and all, but... she hasn't done anything. I mean she's.. what? Fought Yang, broke Roman out of prison, and fought Ruby before getting Mary Poppins'd off the airship. That's it. We know nothing about her as a character and her scenes are very minor. She existed to be Roman's flunky because Monty came up with a cool design at the last possible moment. Otherwise, she could have been written out and it would have changed nothing about the series. I need more than a cool character design to care about a character, hence why I wasn't upset when Sienna got killed off, so I really wasn't all that excited to have her show up again,

That being said... this CAN turn out to be a good thing. Because with Torchwick dead, it gives Neo motivation as a character. She clearly cared about her boss and now that he's gone, all that she's left with is the desire for revenge against those who got him killed in the first place. With Cinder now wanted, it made sense to go after her first, plus it was Cinder's planning that got Torchwick put into that situation to begin with. Honestly Torchwick's death may be what allows Neo to get the character that I feel that she is lacking and while I don't expect her partnership with Cinder to stick for long, it'll be interesting to see how she operates now that she has the chance to get back at Ruby.

As for the scene itself, I loved it! The fight scene was great. Fast-paced, but not over bloated. Just a really cool hand-to-hand fight with both Cinder and Neo using their abilities to their advantage. Cinder is still a bitch, but she's showing more of the more smug persona that we're familiar with while actually being logical with her convincing Neo to work with her rather than against her. Considering her current situation and lack of any backup until she redeems herself, it makes sense for Cinder to go this route, even if her mind is still mainly on making Ruby suffer. But hey, she's not screwing up any per-conceived plans to do it this time! Oh, and Lil' Miss Malachite continues to be a delight. I freakin' love this woman.

Now onto our heroes... and boy do I worry for them. God the entire sequence from them breaking into the house to finding the bodies... it was tense. Something felt so off. Poor Weiss just seems traumatized after, and I can't blame her. I'd be traumatized too. So what was it that killed an entire town? Well I think it's pretty clearly a Grimm, but we'll go more into that in a little bit. For now, lets talk about the partner scenes.

Yang and Blake's scene just... made me sad. On the one hand, I freakin' love Blank. She's gone form my least favorite Team RWBY member and not even in my Top 5 to now being a serious contender for my second favorite alongside Weiss. Throughout this chapter, she is supportive and concerned for her teammates. She goes to see what Ruby's thinking about as she stares at the photos, gives Weiss a blanket while she's clearly still reeling from her morbid discovery, and she is trying so hard to be supportive and friendly with Yang. She tries to give Yang the chance to talk about what's bothering her, opens up about how small Adam made her feel, and tries to assure Yang that she's not going anywhere and won't let her get hurt again. It really shows how much that Blake has grown since Volume 4, an I am loving every second of it.

Sadly, Yang isn't doing that great. The recent events, from Adam to everything with her mom to the new revelations to now, have clearly weighed her down. She's downcast, bitter, and frustrated. Her PTSD is still haunting her as she still has flashback and despite being willing to face her fears, those fears still haunt her. And sadly just when it looks like Blake's making a breakthrough, Yang gets upset because Blake said that she'd protect her. It's a very sweet comment, but to Yang it make her feel like she's weak an incapable. She's supposed to be the one protecting people, not the other way around. She hates feeling weak and afraid, so while Blake's comment was nothing but well intentioned, to the blonde it felt like an insult and only reinforced all the negativity brewing inside her. Clearly she needs to let it out and she and Blake need to sort everything out, then she can start to do better. Hopefully, this arc will allow that.

Onto the Ruby and Weiss pair and... man, poor Weiss. The girl is badly shaken from finding the corpses, even as she tries to keep some kind of positive attitude after. But it's clear that both the recent events and the fear of going back to Atlas are haunting her. She's afraid to go home since it means facing her father again and the threat of once more being locked away. No one would want to go back to the place where thy were kept prisoner. But she's also concerned with the recent revelations. Salem can't be killed. Even if they lock away the Relic, all it'll do is slow her down. There seems to be no point, and Weiss is considering calling it quits even if only briefly. It shows how bad of a state shes in emotionally on top of everything else, and I really worry for her.

Then of course there's Ruby. I think that this is the most serious that we've seen her in a good while. She's very much in leader mode, and after how baldy she got the shaft last volume, this is very good to see. She's concerned about the state of the town and trying to piece it together. She tries to comfort Weiss by looking for food. When she finds the bar, she want sot immediately seal it up out of concern that Qrow will get overly drunk. Clearly a lot is weighing on Ruby, yet she still displays a helpful, positive attitude. She's really trying, and it really makes me concerned for her. IDK if all that she's holding in is going to break in this volume, but with how the other three seem ready to break, this might be the right time to do it. I do think that Ruby may have to save them all though, if my current theory about the Grimm is right.

So you may remember that both Weiss and Yang being tired, Yang even showing signs of being delirious. I don't think that's just general dialogue. Remember, they were the two who found the bodies. Bodies that were tucked in bed alongside the rest of the town. It seems that whatever the Grimm is, one that I assume the town locked up until now, it killed them in their sleep There are many different ways to interpret this, but my current thought is that this is some kind of dream walker Grimm. Think of it like Freddy Kruger form Nightmare on Elm Street. Someone who haunts and tortures you in your dreams, to the point that you end up dead in the real world. And this Grimm may cause people to feel tired in order to lull them into it' trap, hence why the entire town ended up dead.

If I had to guess, Weiss, Yang, and Qrow are going to end up asleep and end up victims of the Grimm. Maybe Blake too, but who can say? IDK about Oscar either though I think that Maria will be fine. This will probably means that while everyone is trying to fight through their nightmares. Ruby may have to go into the cellar to find and kill the Grimm, which would lead to the scene in the opening. Heck, for all I know all of them will end up in the nightmares and maybe Ruby's the first to break through or something. I'm not sure. For all I know, I'm talking completely out of my ass. What I do know however is no matter what this Grimm may be or whatever is coming next, with this episode's title being 'The Coming Storm' it's NOT gonna be pretty.

Final Thoughts

Like last week, this episode had me uncomfortable throughout, but in different ways. I am seriously worried about everyone and whatever it is that's about to happen to them. No one is in a good place right now, and that's probably about to reach a breaking point. But hey, we got a cool fight scene and a new song! That was nice of them! But yeah, really enjoyed this episode! It has plenty of character development and plenty of setup for next week. So tune in then as Nightmare Fuel Theater proudly presents RWBY: Day 5 Until Dawn!

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floralseokjin · 7 years

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hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin…

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings | halloween costumes gone wrong, smut, FLUFF SOMEHOW IDEK ANYMORE words | 6,406

author’s note | lowkey am questioning myself after this one… but thank you @keehyung for giving me the idea—although I warped it so much haha. For reference, Jungkook is wearing this…hot, right?

“____, get out the car,” Jungkook whines, forearm leaning against the driver’s door as he watches you in the passenger’s seat.

You ignore him as best you can, arms crossed over the pumpkin head you’ve ripped off in defiance, hoping that if you keep this up he’d have no choice but to drive you all the way home, so you could run inside and never come back out again. You’re humiliated—tricked, and you can’t ever show your face around these parts of town again. Actually. Just the whole town. You will become a recluse, a hermit.

And it was all because of Park Minhee and Kim Seokjin. Beautifully heartbreaking Kim-fucking-Seokjin. The love of your life, you are sure of it, and that rat who has stolen him for herself down to filthy sabotage. You hadn’t even known she’d liked him. She’d tricked you, swindled you out of your own love story with Seokjin and now here you are, stuck in Jeon Jungcock’s car dressed as a pumpkin and hating your entire existence.

“Get inside before I drag your ass out,” he threatens as you pout, and you continue not to listen. You just want to go home, you’ll walk if you have to.

“Fuck, come on!” He groans, stomping his feet like a petulant child. “I came here to actually attend the party.”

“Go inside and enjoy then,” you tell him, finally looking at him. He’s dressed in the most dramatic costume you could imagine, face painted white and black while he wears a brown cloak over his normal attire, tatted at the edges and the sleeves. You’d already had to ask what he came as when he’d picked you up and when he’d replied grim reaper, you’d scoffed. Didn’t he wear black? And not look like a wrinkly old man?

“I can’t,” he shoots. “I need you, remember? This damn place was free if you came with a date and you were the one that begged me to take you.”

That was true. You had to admit it. You had persuaded him to come along with you because you didn’t want to pay for entry. Parties weren’t your thing, so why waste the money. So, why had you even thought about coming in the first place? Easy. Kim Seokjin was going to be there and you didn’t want to miss your chance. Or a chance…or now, safe to say, Park Minhee’s chance…

It was all planned and you’d been excited. You’d practically blackmailed Jungkook to take you, using the best basis—he was a homework plagiariser. Every class he was in of yours he’d take every chance he could at stealing your answers. You can’t even remember how it started or why you continued to let him do as you please. But now, a few months on, he was sat next to you at every desk, like some annoying entity that wouldn’t go away.

You’d needed a date and you’d taken the chance. Then, you’d somehow gotten Minhee’s attention in the bathroom one day when you’d told her you were going with him. She seemed to be shocked at first and then suspicious. “I didn’t know you liked Jeon,” and when you’d lied out of your ass and said it was a first date kind of thing—testing the waters, some would say, she’d laughed in your face. “I thought you had eyes for only one man, and his name is Kim Seokjin.”

Were you that transparent? How did someone who barely knew know you liked the God himself? You were so taken back you’d ended up confessing your plan right there and then and that’s when she’d let you in on a little secret—she knew what Jin was dressing up as this year. And that’s right, well done for guessing, it was a pumpkin. You don’t know what had been going through your head when you’d decided showing up in a matching costume would equate to love story of the century for you two… But off you’d gone and now you looked like a world class idiot.

Seokjin was in no pumpkin costume, you don’t even know why that would have been believable anyways. You were the only pumpkin in this part of town. Minhee had lied to you. You gathered that by the way she’d giggled bitchily when you’d walked in. You’d bolted before you could see anyone else’s reactions and now you were here wondering how you could have been such a fool? It was obvious Minhee had some kind of ulterior motive looking back. She liked Seokjin too, that much was obvious now, unless she was just a spiteful bitch. All you could do was pray she hadn’t told anybody else about her cruel trick…which was doubtful to say the least—the whole place was probably laughing like hyenas at you right now.

“I can’t go in there again,” you almost whimper, looking Jungkook in the eye to show him how sincere you’re being right now.

To your surprise he doesn’t curse or continue to groan, instead he watches you for a moment, mouth open but jaw locked like he’s thinking twice about whatever it is he wants to say and then he bends down and gets back in the driver’s seat, letting out a sigh as his head fall back against the headrest.

“Is this about Kim Seokjin?”

You freeze, mouth open in horror at the possibility that Jungkook may know something. Is it that obvious? When you don’t confirm anything, he carries on.

“I’m pretty sure the whole campus knows by now that you’re in love with him, or something. He probably knows too,” and that’s when your heart rate begins to pound through the roof. Just imagining that Seokjin may know something is unbearable and humiliating and now you don’t ever want to leave your home. You’re a laughing stock.

“—and I hate to break it to you,” Jungkook mumbles. “But he probably isn’t interested if he hasn’t tried to make a move yet.”

Your face crumbles. You’re not going to cry, you already know deep down Seokjin doesn’t like you and will never like you. But just knowing Jungkook knows and thinks the same makes you feel like shit, and that doesn’t count the other people that probably realise too…Park Minhee for one…

“Oh no, oh shit,” Jungkook stammers, rushing over his words when he realises he’s fucked up. He reaches over to place a hand gingerly on your hunched back. “l’m sorry, I was trying to make you feel better.”

“How does that make me feel any better?!” You exclaim, turning your face to look his way, deeply insulted.

He watches you for a moment, eyes flickering over your face. It’s like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, shrugging before giving you something else—something that wasn’t the first option. “It just shows you he’s not worth the attention.”

You take in his words, knowing he’s correct but it’s not like you can stop yourself anyway and when you don’t reply, Jungkook sighs again, dropping his hand from your back to fall against the driver’s seat once again.

“What’s with that dude anyway? Why does every girl fawn over him, does he have a golden dick?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you tell him sombrely—pathetically really, but you’re still sad you’ll never get to see that perfect, pretty dick in real life…

Jungkook is silent at your reply and you wonder if you should take the chance to ask him to drive you home, but for some reason the atmosphere is kind of comforting. It feels good to talk about this, even if neither of you are speaking right now. It’s another couple of minutes until he does again.

“Can I ask you one question…?”

“What,” you mutter, afraid of where this is going to go.

“Why the giant pumpkin tonight? If you were going to run out as soon as you entered, what was the point?”

You bit back a groan of embarrassment, using your fingers to pull at the stupid pumpkin head that was still sat on your lap. You hated the sight of it now. How could you have been so stupid?!

“Minhee told me Jin was going as one,” you let out quietly, hating the own sound of your voice.

He scoffs loudly. “Park Minhee? The infamous bitch? And you trusted her? She’s been horny for his dick ever since he arrived here. She obviously had an ulterior motive.”

You hang your head in shame. Yes, it should have been obvious but at the time you weren’t thinking straight. At that, a sudden thought comes to you and you ask Jungkook before even thinking about it properly.

“Do you think he likes her? Do you think he knew I was coming here to make a fool out of myself?”

“I hope not because then he’s even more of a dick than I first thought,” he bites, annoyance colouring his tone but your too overcome with self pity to analyse it.

“What’s wrong with me?” You ponder out loud, probably melodramatically too. “Am I grotesque or something?”

“No,” he practically exclaims. “You’re pretty, super pretty.”

You narrow your eyes at his unusual behaviour. You’ve never seen him like this…so…nice…it’s confusing and slightly off putting…kind of unnatural—

A puff of air leaves your nostrils as you huff, realising what he’s up to. “Buttering me up won’t work to get me through those doors.”

“That-that wasn’t what I was trying to do,” he stutters, trying to look you in the eye but it fails when he speaks again, a quiet “you’re alright” leaving him and you swear a red tinge has formed on his cheeks. You can’t be sure because it’s dark and the only light you have is from the moon outside, but to you it’s a blush and the pit of your stomach jostles about weirdly. You chose to ignore it.

“Gee, thanks,” you thank sarcastically instead, wanting this awkward atmosphere to disappear.

“Really though, why do you waste thought space on that guy?”

His question only adds to your discomfort. Especially when you look to see he’s leaned in, face centimetres away from yours. He seems annoyed almost…his tone almost a huff. Hard and short as if he’s…jealous… The thought is a strange one but what else can it be? You’re confused, but for some reason you find yourself agreeing with him…as if you want to show him you’ll listen. He’s right after all…there’s probably other guys who are worthier of your time anyway…

You can’t take your eyes off him and as you stare you realise something; he’s actually really handsome. You’ve never let yourself truly look at him this close up before, and it’s weird you would think such a thing when he’s dressed as the keeper of death, face painted white and black. He still looks good though...

“I won’t anymore,” you whisper, and there’s something in your tone. You can’t place it.

“Good,” he quips. You’re still looking into each other’s eyes and your stomach is now doing somersaults. It’s like you’re magnetised to him and you can’t turn away, in fact you’re just getting closer and it’s when his gaze falls to your lips that you feel your heart jump too. You go to part them, you want to say something, the air is all stuffy and weird, but with your motion he shakes himself, swallowing loudly before he goes to straighten his back.

“Er, I should drive you home now…if you don’t want to go back tonight, I won’t force yo—

You launch yourself at him before you can overthink it—or rethink it…you’re unsure. You don’t even get what’s happening, but you want to kiss him. You want to feel your mouth on his, and for a second you do, flush and wet. His lips feel nice and you want more, but before you can push harder he’s gripping your arms and pushing you away.

“—wow, wait,” he gasps, eyes wide and glassy.

“Oh, fuck!” You groan, actually facepalming when you realise your mistake. “I’m so sorry—this is the worst night ever—

“No, it’s okay,” he hushes you and you stop to look at him, gaze careful as he carries on. “You just went from 0 to 100 real quick, wasn’t expecting it.”

“I misread the signs, which I seem really good at doing lately,” you try to chuckle and now you hate the sound of your own laugh too. You go to pull away from his grip, but he still holds you and you raise an eyebrow. He’s watching you seriously, his brows furrowed together as if he’s contemplating something. You sigh loudly. “This is so embarrassing. Ignore me—

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” he interrupts, voice firm.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He sounds so certain, like he actually wants you to kiss him again. Well, he does. That’s why he’s asking, or telling you, you’re unsure but this whole thing is so unexpected and crazy. You think you need some time to process it all.

Jungkook pulls a face, turning awkward now because of the prolonged silence and he chuckles quietly, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, if you want to…”

Do you want to? You’re the one who just made a move and he’s the one who pulled away, but now he’s suggesting you do it again and just imagining it isn’t creeping you out like you’d thought. It seems kind of exciting… Your eyes fall to his lips again, they’re wet, like he’s dragged his tongue across them anxiously. You want more. You want to kiss him again.

You take a deep breath and go for it. His breath catches in his throat and to your surprise he stays perfectly still, like he’s frozen. You look up to see he’s closed his eyes. He looks cute almost, lids scrunched up as he waits for you to move and you let yourself relax fully, closing your own eyelids too as you press your mouth harder into his.

Kissing Jungkook is nice—good. His lips are smooth, nothing like the chapped mess you’d thought they’d be. His breath smells minty and after a moment of getting comfortable, he takes the lead. His hands loosen their grip on your arms to slide up your shoulder and one goes further than that, cupping your jaw as he parts his mouth, taking yours with him. It’s when you feel the first hint of tongue against yours that you move to hold him too, one of your hands leaving the stupid pumpkin head to wrap around his waist. The angle is cramped and uncomfortable, your torso twisted in his direction but you can’t get enough and it’s not long before you’re lost a little, sweet sights of pleasure leaving you as he grunts and hums into your mouth. You only pull away when things get to sloppy and you can’t catch your breath, otherwise you’d probably still be going at it.

“Your make up smudged,” you tell him, your hand that was behind his back reaching out to caress his face lightly. The black lipstick has spread all around his chin and cheeks, seeping into the white.

“It’s on your face too,” he informs you and you instinctively go to wipe your mouth. You can’t feel anything but when you pull back there’s grey on your fingertips.

“Wow okay, I can’t believe you just let me kiss you,” Jungkook sighs in disbelief and you frown; why is that so cute?

“Well technically you asked me to kiss you,” you quip, a wry smile on you face as you look back at him. He returns it, but it’s definitely wider and happier. It makes your belly begin to do weird things again.

“Can we carry on?” He asks bravely and this time you hide the shock on your face well. You were not expecting that, but the idea isn’t gross.

“I mean, I’m kind of intent on cheering you up now, and…it seems like it’s working?” He trails off hopefully.

“It’s working I guess,” you wrinkle your nose. Does he really want to make you happy, or is just a selfish excuse? “Why are you so eager to cheer me up?”

“I just don’t like seeing you sad…or hung up on that prick.”

There we go. The jealously was back and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from grinning. You want to tell him you haven’t thought about Kim Seokjin since you started kissing, but you think better than mentioning that prick’s name. You catch Jungkook’s eye and he purses his lips. The black lipstick is worn in the middle and you can see the redness of the flesh, they’re slightly swollen too.

“Okay, so…wanna get on my lap?”

“I…” you trail off, looking around outside. You’re shocked to realise you’re not even thinking about saying no, you’re just paranoid you may get caught. “...we’re in a parking lot right now…”

“Everyone’s inside,” he shrugs, slightly pushy, “no one will see, trust me.”

You hesitate for a moment and he must think he’s crossed a line because he’s apologising, words rushing from him as he tries to backtrack. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s your deci—

He’s cut off in shock when you move suddenly, crawling over the middle to sit on his lap in one solid movement, throwing your pumpkin head to the back seat with a whoosh.

“Oh, okay,” he utters, eyes wide once again as he looks up at you. His arms come out to settle on your hips and you find yourself unable to stop looking at his face. Even with smudged make up and dressed like a total weirdo he looks great—hot even, the brown hood of his cloak having fallen off and his black hair ruffled over his eyes. He’s biting down on his lip too and it makes your heart thud a little faster. You realise it’s because he’s watching you lean further and further down, your lips nearing his once again and then finally they’re touching.

This time the kiss is more frantic, wilder. You’re both hungry for something more now, line already crossed, barrier broken down. He smells good too, musky and manly. How come you’re never noticed before? He sits next to you in your classes all the time. He tastes even better, tongue warm and skilled, it snakes around yours, flicking across your teeth and the roof of your mouth as he tries to taste each bit of you. You’re moaning now, and you’re too far gone to get embarrassed. He’s oddly quiet and you can tell he’s holding his breath slightly, body stiff under you, but he’s also warm—so warm…the heat between you is almost tangible. You can smell, feel it and when you shift in his lap he finally lets out a groan, his hands sliding to your ass as he can’t help but squeeze a handful.

You’re wearing a skirt and it makes you even more sensitive to his touch when you feel the pads of his fingertips tickle the curve of each butt cheek. You moan and he pauses, basking in the sound and then he’s moulding the flesh in his palms, grabbing onto anything, desperate to pleasure you again. By now your body is heating up, every nerve end tingling as you press your body against his, circling your hips to the rhythm of his squeezes.

“Fuck,” he drags out, fingers now falling between your legs. It’s like fire inside there. You can feel the burn, the pressure, the need. He feels it too and pulls away from your mouth.

“Can I?” He murmurs, your eyes locking and you nod instantly, knowing for sure what he means. You can feel his fingertips playing with the sides of your underwear.

“Yeah?” He makes sure and you nod again, whimpering a little in relief when you feel his index and middle finger push aside the cotton, cold air traveling to your centre.

You’re wet—like really wet. You’re kind of shocked to realise how much. You can hear it when he runs his digits over your slit. You expect him to comment on it, maybe even brag a little, but he stays silent, face serious as he concentrates on each motion. You shift a little, straightening your back to let him gain better access, and his eyes travel to your core. He can’t see much, if anything; your skirt has ruffled up your hips but it’s dark and your panties still cover most of your centre, but his eyes still glaze over and his breath gets a little shaky. Your walls clench around nothing when his two fingers travel down to your entrance but he doesn’t enter, just rubs your arousal around, catching your clit when he slides back up. You groan a little and his irises sparkle, as if he realises he’s teasing you. He repeats the action a couple of time until you’ve finally had enough. You want him to enter you. You want to feel him inside of you.

“Don’t tease.”

He obeys almost instantly, as if he was waiting for you to say something, to spur him on and then one finger slips inside of you, gentle and slowly as he reaches his last knuckle. It feels nice and you moan a little when he begins dragging the digit against your walls. All you can concentrate on is the pleasure and you’re vaguely aware he only has eyes for your messy stained face, taking in each sign of euphoria etched on it.

“Another?” He whispers and you feel his middle finger rubbing at your entrance. You nod and he pushes it inside. The stretch is better this time, it feels fuller. More pleasurable and you can’t help but grunt and shut your eyes when he pumps then in and out of you. Your wetter now, if that’s possible. It’s a mess. You can feel the sloppiness between your legs, hear it too, the slick noises as he plunges in and out.

It’s when he begins curling the digits against your walls you open your eyes. The pleasure was getting enough and with your eyelids blocking out what was really happening you were losing yourself. Was he really going to make you come right now? It sure felt like it. His hand was determined, fingertips pressing against your g-spot and in the back of your mind you realise how weird this was…Jeon Jungkook was about to give you an orgasm…

However, what was even more weird was how he was dressed right now. You were drop kicked back into reality when your eyes fluttered open to see the grim reaper fingering you in the driver’s seat of his own car.

“This is so weird,” you cringe back a little.

“Why?” He asks, stopping inside you instantly as his forehead crinkles, like he’s offended.

“Because you’re dressed like this,” you explain, a hand reaching out to tug at his ripped cloak.

You watch his expression relax and you can’t help but wonder if he thought you meant it was weird getting it on with him? It wasn’t. If you’d ever thought about this before tonight, your answer would have been a yes, but now it was happening it really wasn’t. It was good. Anything but weird.

He shrugs. “And you’re dressed as a pumpkin, it’s fine.”

“Yeah but I took the head off, i’m really just in an orange shirt right now,” you argue. He’s the weird one here, not you…well…you are the one super horny and wet for him right now and he’s dressed like this…so on second thoughts…

“Semantics,” he shrugs again. “You still came to this party dressed as a pumpkin wanting to impress Kim Seokjin—” and the way he bites the other guy’s name with his fingers buried deep inside you has you feeling some type of way. You squeeze around them, unstoppable. “—and now you’re in my car getting fingered by yours truly so…”

You go to speak, you don’t know what but at the same time he pulls back and thrusts his digits inside of you harder.

“Jungkook,” you moan, falling into him, hands clamped around his shoulders as you gasp against his ear.

“Fuck, moan my name more,” he practically begs. “It’s hot.”

You don’t really have a choice because he’s now fucking you with his fingers so hard you’re jiggling around and moaning his name like your life depends on it. He knows he has the right spot, he can tell by the way you’ve turned to jelly. You can’t think straight, not even about his supposed jealously. All you want is him. All you want is him to make you come. All over his hand.

You’re on your knees now, pressed against the seat around his thighs, one hand on his shoulder the other flush on his chest, trying desperately to brace yourself for the grand finale. Getting caught or spied on is the least of your worries.

At the final hurdle your hand slips and falls to his crotch. Right on his dick. He gasps and stalls any movement inside of you, your orgasm begins to ebb away…

“Do that again,” he murmurs.

“What hit your dick?” You ask, confused a little.

“No,” he shakes his head, almost whining as he looks up at you. “Touch me.”

You listen automatically, rubbing your palm against his erection and squeezing the hard flesh. He’s into it, so much so, his fingers begin to go limp and fall out of you. You’re not mad, mainly because he looks so into your touch it turns you on enough just to watch. He looks a little fucked out. He looks hot.

“There’s not much room,” you whisper after a while.

The cloak may have ridden up to reveal his black jeans underneath but you still can’t truly pleasure him over them. The fabric is stiff and you can’t feel him like you want to.

“Take it out then,” he tells you and your heart stops for a moment before you do just that.

His dick is smooth and hard—really hard, verging on the point of painful you’re sure. How was he able to ignore this for so long? You waste no time running your fist over him, squeezing the head before you go back down each time. He’s watching your every move and to be honest, so are you… You can’t take your eyes away. You bet his dick could stretch you out way more than his fingers could. As if he can read your mind, he speaks, stuttering almost nervously, unsure…

“D-do you want to?”

“Want to what?” You ask, although you have no idea why because you already know what he means, but you’re awkward and stunted and you still can’t believe this is really happening, or why it seems so natural.

“Do it,” he mumbles, just as awkward it seems. “Have sex…”

It’s cute. You’ve never seen him like this before, and the last word you’d ever thought you’d use to describe him would be cute. But here you are. You hide your excitement and chose to lighten the moment, relax the tension a little.

“You just want to get your dick wet?”

“No,” he shakes his head, sounding worried until he looks up at you again to see you’re grinning and then he’s joining you… “Just…I’ve already made you so wet, it’s only fair I join in…”

There it was. You knew him well. He had to brag, if even just a little.

“Is that you trying to convince me?” You raise an eyebrow and before he can answer you cut in. “Fine, but only because we’ve gone this far.”

That’s a lie of course. But you’re not in the mood to analyse your thoughts and feelings right now. Especially when you’re dripping wet and hungry for him. You’ll work it out later, it’s not like you never seen him—you have class with him Monday, for crying out loud.

“Really?” He exclaims, shocked and you nod, already leaning up on your knees to try and angle his dick between your legs. He groans, eyes fluttering closed as he hums. “Yeah? Okay—wait!” He stops you suddenly and you pull away startled.

“I don’t have a condom in here, I didn’t think we’d be, y’know…”

The way he tries to explain himself is cute and you wonder if he’s ever thought it a possibility you two would or could hook up…

You continue to try and push your underwear back with his dick as you reassure him, “it’s okay, i’m on the pill—wait, you don’t have any diseases, do you?” You demand on second thought.

“I haven’t been with anyone since last semester when Rebecca nearly bit my cock in half,” he tells you and you pull a face. “True stor—

“Shush, just come on,” you stop him, not wanting to hear the weird details. “—in case someone catches us.”

He shuts up instantly and lets you take control. The first squeeze of his dick hurts a little, stretching you out wider than his fingers but once he’s half way in the pain eases off and before you realise it he’s buried in between your thighs, snug and warm inside your core.

“Oh, god,” he groans, head falling back against the headrest and his hands grip around your hips, holding you as he begins to thrust inside of you. He’s going slowly but when you push back and meet each one the sensation is stronger, enticing moans from the back of your throat.

He’s watching you with his mouth wide open and you hadn’t noticed before, but he’s sweating. Little damp spots sit at his hairline and his make up has rubbed away from his little sweat wrinkles around his mouth and forehead, his skin visible under the white and black.

“You look freaky right now, like old and creepy…”

“Mhm, you like this old cock though?” He hums and you hit his shoulder, grimacing but unable to stop the giggle that gargles in your throat.

“Jungkook, stop,” you whine, looking at him grin up at you, teeth on show. He looks good and your heart flutters. “This is honestly so crazy.”

Which one? The situation or the feelings you seem to be battling right now? Both probably…

“I’ve cheered you up though, yeah?” He asks, keeping conversation even though he’s still pounding into you, huffing and puffing as he tries to keep his voice steady. “Made you forget about Kim Seokjin?”

You nod, the way he bites that idiot’s name again causing you to squeeze around his dick harder. “I bet he couldn’t fuck you like this, he doesn’t have it in him.”

He’s jealous. There’s no way around it and it makes you feel things... Has he been jealous this whole time? Biding his time until a situation like this presents itself…

“Kiss me,” you utter, letting your head fall and then your lips meet and you’re losing it. His hands are everywhere, caressing your thighs and ass, pushing your skirt up to get at what he can, murmurs of, ‘wanna get you naked’ and ‘you feel so good’ leaving him as you go, tongues messy and urgent against one another.

You kind of wish you were naked too right now; it’s boiling hot inside the car, you’re sure the windows have steamed up and you’re sweating now too, Jungkook’s thick material of his costume pressing against your own clothing. You’re out of breath and panting and that’s when he pulls away to ask you if you’re okay.

“I’m really hot,” you admit, blowing air up into your face.

“Tell me about it,” he smirks.

“Shurrup,” you dismiss, although you’re grinning. “It’s really warm in here, we’ve steamed up the windows. People are going to know we’re having sex,” you whine.

“I told you there’s no one about.” He’s kissing your neck now, probably spreading his face paint as he goes, but it feels so good you can’t will yourself to stop him. “—and if there was— good,” he carries on. “Let’s hope it’s Minhee—show her you’re not bothered one little bit over her scheming.”

And then you’re kissing again, needier than the last time, teeth scraping against each other and tongues tangled together as his dick moves inside you, squelching noises filling the vehicle. You feel his hand meet between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your soaked panties.

“Wanna make you cum,” he moans against your mouth, but his movements are messy and uneven. The pressure feels nice but it’s not enough—

“Want me to do it?” You offer and he nods, letting you continue.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he lets out, breaking away from your mouth to watch. “Damn, be quick because I’m about to go.”

You roll your eyes. It’s as if he’s never seen a girl masturbate before—has he never watched porn? But you listen, mainly because you’re super close yourself. You know just the right pressure to add and pace to keep as you rub your forefinger around your hardened clit, fresh squelching sounding around you now as Jungkook just stops dead, dick buried inside you to feel you come around him. It’s not long and you’re holding your breath, willing the feeling to come over and then you’re squeezing around his length, walls spasming with the intensity of your orgasm.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, letting yourself breathe once more. “Oh, fuck—Jungkook.”

His name sounds good coming from you like that…

You fall into his chest, mouth on his throat as you kiss up it, feeling his adam’s apple bob up and down as he gasps and comes to.

“You feel so warm and tight,” he rasps out, breath shaky. “You came all over my dick.”

He sounds amazed, as if his wildest dreams have just come true and you’re filled with something…pride? Pleasure? You’re unsure, but your whole body is tingling and you just want him to fill you up.

You kiss up to his ear, whispering ‘your turn,’ into the shell before sucking on the lobe, nibbling on the sensitive flesh and then he’s practically roaring, gripping your hips to pound quickly inside of you, desperate to come.

It takes him no longer than a few moments and then you feel warmth shoot inside you, his white seed painting your walls uncontrollably, his grip finally loosening as he catches his breath.

“Fucking hell,” he sighs, pure bliss on his face as you pull away from his neck, taking in his worn out form. He’s wiping his hair out of his eyes and he looks a mess, sweaty complete with rubbed off make up.

You take a while to calm down and pull away from one another. As he slides out of you your panties fall back into place, trapping his come that’s trickling out by now. It feels nice. It’s a strange way to describe it, but it does…

“Okay so, party now?” He asks once you straighten up his outfit and your nostrils flare in anger, whacking his chest and making him yelp out an ouch.

“If that was a ploy to get me inside—

“No, no, you misunderstand me,” he frets, looking worried, hands coming out to hold your forearms and keep you to him. “Honestly me agreeing to be your date tonight was also a sort of ploy for myself. I really wanted to go with you,” he admits and you frown, the butterflies in your stomach foreign as he looks you square in the eyes. He’s nervous but he’s being brave…for you. He likes you, you realise. For how long you are unsure.

“—even if it was just for you to make dick cheese jealous,” he adds and you’re taken back by how selfless he is. He would really accompany you to a party just to help you make some guy who doesn’t give two shits about you jealous…? You’re touched.

“So, still want to make him jealous?” He presses when you don’t reply and you instantly shake your head, smiling sweetly as you cup his face, not caring if you get more of his make up on you. Not even caring what he looks like, because you probably look a mess too…

“I’d rather just go inside and enjoy the party with you.”

He’s shocked for a moment, not expecting your answer, but there’s some unexplained, unspoken words between you both as you sit on his lap inside his now, hot and steamed up car… He gets what you mean and you get what he means. You have plenty of time to speak properly another time. Tonight you may as well enjoy the party. You’d both made the effort after all, even if you had come dressed as a giant pumpkin…

“Okay,” he finally smiles—coyly and unlike him, but it has your heart jumping around inside your chest again. “I have wipes in the glovebox, let’s get this make up off, we look a little strange right now.”

After you’ve cleaned up, looking semi—presentable now, you shove the wipes back in the compartment and turn to face him again. You haven’t left his lap and a part of you just wants to stay here until the night’s over. But you don’t, because it seems like Jungkook really wants to go to the party.

“Ready?” You ask.

He nods before holding a finger up. “One thing,” and you watch him turn behind to the back seat, grabbing the stupid pumpkin head that you only have to look at before it starts to trigger you again. You groan loudly, head falling back in despair.

“You have to put it on, it completes the outfit,” he tells you, holding it towards you now and when you don’t take it he pulls you forward and places it on your head himself. He straps it on as you pout and pats it affectionately.

“Besides, you look hella cute— a cute pumpkin,” he grins, adding a small but proud, “my pumpkin,” that you are unsure if you’re supposed to have heard, but you do anyway, and you hide your own grin but blush regardless…

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #floralseokjin:writings #fic:stuffed pumpkin

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New/developing HC:

Jake Griffin is a retired NASCAR driver famous for being champion of just about every race there is. He was at the height of his career when a bad crash ended it all. He returned home to his small town in Arizona to be with his wife and raise his little girl. He faded into history as the next wave of racers came along and nobody really heard from him again. He builds a small racetrack in his home town and runs a small time race for local drivers with his wife and daughter.

Fast forward twenty years and he gets a knock on his door. There on his porch stands Titus Montgomery, one of NASCAR’s most infamous sponsors, owner of the most successful racing team in decades.

“I need a coach,” he tells him. Jake nearly laughs in his face. He tells his family about it later at dinner.

Enter Clarke Griffin, his 26 year old spitfire of a daughter. She works down at the track as a mechanic and drives the pace setting car when a reset is needed after a pile up.

“Are you stupid?” She asks him, making him laugh. She’s always been quite a fire cracker. She makes him promise to think about it.

Next day, they’re down at the track and Titus shows up with this gorgeous, tall drink of water—clearly from out of town. She’s long and lean and beautiful. But her eyes are hard and her jawline harder. Clarke hears through the grapevine that the woman is Lexa Woods, a NASCAR rookie who’d made quite a name for herself dominating the big races...until she wrecked her car and got stuck in her head, unable to race.

“He wants your dad to coach her,” Monty tells her through a mouth full of apple. “Says he knows better than anybody what’s she’s going through.”

Clarke is intrigued by the idea of it. She watched tapes of Lexa racing with her dad that night as he ponder his decision. She’s excited when he decides to do it a week later. That is of course until she meets her and realizes—

“She’s a raging bitch,” Clarke vents from underneath a car. “Won’t talk, won’t smile, doesn’t want to listen let alone race. She’s not even here by her own choice. Titus is forcing her.”

This time it’s Raven keeping her company and the other mechanic shrugs. “At least she’s cute.”

The worst part is that part of the coaching deal is that Lexa is to live with them for a fully integrated training experience....which really means Lexa gets put up in the guest house at the edge of their property...the very guest house Clarke lives in. It takes two days for Clarke to decide she hates their new guest.

They clash literally and physically, bumping into each other in the kitchen in the morning, keeping each other up at night with music or the television, or in Lexa’s case the thudding of her work outs keeping Clarke awake downstairs.

Then tension is palpable. Especially when Jake puts Clarke in charge of entertaining Lexa off the track. Clarke takes her on a horse back ride through the dessert lands but they bicker the whole way. They spend a day at Clarke’s shop, but Lexa isn’t interested in Clarke’s cars.

There seems to be no hope for them, until they head to the local watering hole. They’ve both had a little too much to drink, but it’s good because it makes Lexa soft and Clarke funny. They’re actually tip toeing towards enjoying each other’s presence, even with Clarke insisting that Lexa is still awful. The ice doesn’t thaw until Lexa comes back from the bathroom to find Clarke backed into a wall by some sleaze bag who won’t take her no for an answer.

Lexa punches him square across the face and starts a bar right that she and Clarke just barely escape. The run out the back door panting and laughing and wind up at the race track.

It’s darke and completely deserted being that it’s close to 2 in the morning. They sit up in the bleachers and they have The Talk. You know, the cliched one where Lexa bears her soul and what happened to her in the accident, and Clarke gives her the motivating speech to get back out there.

The next day, Lexa gets in a race car for the first time in months. It’s in the passenger seat with Jake driving, but it’s a start. Clarke watches on from her shop with a brief smiled before she gets back to working on her cars.

They get closer from then on. Lexa progresses with her training and warms up to the family. Turns out she’s sweet and charming. She still doesn’t talk much, but turns out she’s just quiet.

It takes about a month for Clarke to realize she’s totally screwed. They start tip toeing around each other like nervous, horny teenagers until one day it all goes to hell. Lexa’s coming off the track having done a few laps on her own. It’s the middle of a weekday so it’s just her. Or so she thinks. She zips the top of her driver suit down so that it’s hanging from her waist bc it’s hot as hell. She got just her sports bra on underneath and her skin glistens from the sweat covering her body.

She rounds a corner and comes face to face with Clarke who was not expecting anyone else to be around the track. They stop and stare at each other. Clarke’s eyes take in Lexa from head to toe while Lexa’s eyes fixated on Clarke’s parted lips.

It’s messy and hungry when they slam together. Lexa pushed and Clarke pulls until they’re stumbling into Clarke’s shop. Clarke’s moans echo through the empty shop as Lexa pushes her up against the wall, knee between soft, warm thighs.

It’s Lexa’s turn to moan when Clarke takes Lexa’s hand and shoves it down her shorts. “Touch me,” she pants and Lexa is more than happy to oblige.

They sleep together for the next several weeks without defining it, but neither of them are interested in playing games. They like each other, plain and simple.

Not long after, it’s time for Lexa to get behind the wheel for her first real race. Lexa wins it with flying colors and celebrates by immediately kissing Clarke after coming off the track.

After that it’s a short ride back to stardom. Lexa gets promoted back to team leader, get a new suit and new car, updated colors, the whole shebang. She looks like the real deal and races like it too.

A year later Lexa wins the Daytona 500. Clarke is in her cheering box with an engagement ring on her finger.

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

#clexa #nascar au

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Have an embarrassing read at something i tried to write a couple years ago. back when i was happy lol

My First Blog. – 20/11/16

Okay, so here goes. This is my first ever attempt at anything like this really. I have written before in many different formats and styles but I don’t know what’s come over me lately but I feel inspired to write again and I know as well as anyone else this isn’t a typical feeling that comes along every so often so by fuck I am gonna’ grab it and take a chance and see where I end up. I literally just unlocked and locked my phone again there because I’m trying to have a proper focused dedicated mind to attempting this. I’m not even too sure what I’m supposed to do in a blog, what even is a blog? I don’t know but I know that I’ve wanted to start making a journal of things that are going on in my life but due the fact I am extremely lazy this may be very seldom so the next update could be quite a while so don’t expect anything too frequent.

Like I said I’m not even too sure what I am meant to be doing or how I am even meant to go about it, I am a firm believer in the fact that writing doesn’t have to be performed or practised in any particular way. That there is essentially no wrong or right way in how it is carried out or laid out, but I feel like I just want to do something a bit more productive with my life from now on. A long childhood friend has recently started doing animations and making his own videos and uploading them to YouTube and to be quite honest they are great, its so great to see something like that, the thing about Ryan Is that our friendship took a bit of a standstill when we were kids must have been between the ages of 8 and 10 at least. Ryan and his family were emigrating to New Zealand and as a kid yeah you see this as a big thing but you don’t realise the likelihood of seeing them as often is completely and utterly abolished due to the fact you have no idea how much it would cost to fly out there. Ryan must be around 18 or 19 now and I just turned 20 there this year, and its great to see we still have so much in common, to just spit it out and be clear after seeing that this is what he into it kind of inspired me to get back to what I love doing. I love writing. I’m not so much of a reader which is the weird thing, again all down to my laziness, if a book doesn’t get my attention within the first paragraph or so I find it very hard to stick with it or even go back to it if I do manage to finish a chapter. The same applies for the likes of articles and campaigns and any form of literature really. But I thought hey you know what it’s about time I started doing what I love and even more its about time I start love what im doing.

Just to be clear, this year has probably been one of the biggest milestones of my life. I finally did it, I finally got a girlfriend. Fuck. It’s still weird even saying that, so yeah I will leave the ultimate love story of the century to maybe the next blog or edition whatever the fuck you want to call this. This is mainly just for me to get to grips with the style that im going to write in, if I do choose to carry on with this (Which I feel like I will). If anyone reads this yeah, awesome im happy someone out there is reading my stuff but to be honest this if for me as much as it is for anyone else out there. I want to see what I can do and if this really is the best time to get back into writing, basically one side of me is saying yeah what the hell go for it you need something like this but at the same time as there always is, the polar opposite emotion of just fear I guess? Not wanting to pick something up again only to go off my track record and drop this 5 minutes later like I do with everything else? But hey its 7.15pm on a frosty Sunday night in November, what else am I going to do? Sit, procrastinate and wish I had of done something useful.

Not that im going off track because essentially there isn’t much to this article its just me spamming a lot of stuff down so who ever reads this can kind of of get a grip of where I am right now in life and basically why I’m doing this. So here goes, I dropped out of college for last week. For the second time…

Yeah im officially a two time college dropout, nothing t be proud of I assure you, but im just waiting for the opening credits to roll ad realise im in the first scene of a really shitty coming of age movie where im the older brother your parents don’t want you to turn out like.

But yeah, I left school at 16 and went to a technical college, basically an establishment which offers a-levels to people who didn’t get back into school or else didn’t want to go back to school. I studied a 2 year course in creative media production and honestly it was awesome, it was so fucking cool and the course didn’t have that many uninteresting or boring areas, but yeah you guessed it I was lazy didn’t do any of the work and just took advantage of the whole independent learning aspect of it and never bother showing up for class plus a whole pile of other steamy shit went on that year that we are just not gonna discuss at this moment in time. But coming towards the end of the second year when the course was gonna finish and In a couple months after that I would figure out if I got the grades to get into the uni of my choice I asked my teachers if they would be wiling to let me come back and repeat the second year of the course. They were more than happy to, they gave me exactly what I needed, a fresh slate and a chance to correct myself, and you know what happened? Yeah your right I totally blew it and fucked up again just hated the thought of working or studing in media for any longer. Like I loved making short films and writing screenplays and everything I even liked some of the assignments but basically I had it in my head I didn’t want a career from this anymore due to the fact it was something I loved so much and it was basically kicking my ass all day, all fucking week long. The only thing that got me through that repeated year of college was the girl of my dreams and we weren’t even going out yet. But as said before there is more to come with her, she deserves the whole word so the least I can do is dedicate one sole piece of writing to me and her and our story, truth is there are not enough words in the world to even begin to describe who she is and how she thinks and works and even jus to describe how she came into my life, yes a combination of letters on a page or screen may work for some people but no, not for her. This girl is a queen from another realm, she is a princess from a faraway kingdom, she is an angel from heavens further and beyond the highest clouds. She is the love of my life and that is the only way to explain her and who she is. But getting back to the educational fuck ups In my life, here goes the explanation to how I arrived here, 5 days after dropping out of another course. This time I was studying IT, you know trying to go down that route of career, thinking of my future and what not? Yeah that didn’t go to plan either, I basically rejected a full time promotion on good money and I hadn’t regretted anything as much in my life. Basically college was another fuck up and let’s just say I managed to get out and finished a bit earlier this time rather than waste my own time and anyone else’s. Plus, if I carried on with these next two years that would 5 years of studying A-levels just for me to be a whining little bitch about how I didn’t want to go to university. I am just at the stage of my life now, not where I am considering moving out and settling down but some things don’t appeal to me the same as they used to. Going to uni and living and experiencing that independence in life and finding a career path and devoting the rest of my life to something I may not even be happy at? Na, no thanks not for me. Not at this moment in time anyway. For right now I’m happy enough to keep my eyes and ears open for what all jobs are available for me and what foot to put next in front of me. Get a couple extra pounds in my pay check each fortnight and you know that might do for year or so. Maybe get back on the studying boat in a year or two and carry on with the IT. That is, you know if I don’t become like a stereotypical copy of a character you would expect to see in a ‘Community’ reboot.

I was watching a clip of Jim Carey giving a speech a couple of days ago and basically what I got from it was that he had returned to his old school or college or university or whatever in order to give a commencement speech or he was receiving his award or something anyway not really vitally important. What is important is what he said in his speech, basically his message he was getting across as in most motivational speeches, is the reinforcement of using fear to help you rather than to put you off, accepting fear and accepting that no matter what you will fail, but that’s okay and if it wasn’t for the fact that accepting it you wouldn’t have the drive to reach for greatness like so many greats have done before you, whether they have made it to great fame and fortune or if it was just the regular girl from a small town who made a life and career for herself because it’s what she wanted to do. Anyway, Carey says, “You will only ever have two choices, love or fear. Choose love and don’t ever let fear turn you against your playful heart.” Basically what Carrey is telling us here is to embrace fear, don’t avoid it, stare down the barrel of its gun charge at it and conquer it, but never let it conquer you, never let fear become the objective always make sure it rises no more than an obstacle in your course, a mountain you must climb or a hurdle you must leap over. Defeating fear is never the final piece of the puzzle. Like walking in a straight line, you put your left leg forward and then do exactly the same with your right, repeat until you arrive where you need to be? Well, fear is that first big step. The first big step into a new world and a new environment and mind set and who knows what it’s going to throw at you. But you need to remember that it’s there to make sure you don’t triumph in whatever you set out to do, but you can’t move forward without taking that step. Then comes the next step, failure. And as stated before yeah, your gonna fail, your gonna fail and you’re going to fuck up and mess up and trip up, over and over and over again, this is the repetitive steps the same as walking that we take to go in a straight line, the same works with this. Without taking the same repetitive bullshit same old story steps in life, we will never reach the finish line that is success.

#blogging #cringe #first blog #wiriting

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My theories for Riverdale Season 2

Jughead understands that something very powerful and sinister is behind all the crap that is going on in Riverdale and the Serpents are being made the scapegoats so he decides to become a part of the gang and work undercover to uncover the truth as he believes this is the only way to prove his father’s innocence and ensure his family’s protection and a secure future.

He knows that this is a dangerous mission involving great personal risk and he’ll want to go at it alone as he doesn’t wish to put his friends’ lives in danger, so he will portray to the others that he is more than happy to be a part of the Serpents as he feels accepted here. It is also partly true because it is enticing to his inner darkness and it is also in his genes. I think Jughead swapping his beanie(his security blanket) for the Serpent jacket was symbolic. We might even see Jughead without his beanie on for a significantly large part of the next season.

I believe that the first episode of next season will begin with Betty and Jughead talking about what happened. I doubt they’ll return to having sexy times right after the Serpents leave because Betty will want answers. He may or may not share his mission with Betty fearing that she might want to get involved and she’s already getting a lot of hate for her association with the Jones, he doesn’t want to put her life in danger. He might try to push her away which might cause some conflict and misunderstanding between them for a few episodes. However, Betty being Betty will see through the act and will be determined to not give up. She will do anything to prevent Jughead from slipping into the darkness.

Eventually, Betty might want to be a part of the Serpents too. Her Mum was one and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree or rather “Snakes don’t shed their skin so soon”. At the Jubilee Betty implored everyone to not keep secrets anymore, taking that theme forward, I expect that Betty will discover that Alice is a former Serpent. I also have a suspicion that the Serpents might hold a key to the Chick Cooper mystery. Unbeknownst to everyone, Chick might be a Serpent. It is still debatable whether Chick is Hal’s or FP’s baby. Veronica’s description of Chick being a ‘Tall blonde and blue eyed Adonis’ might actually be a ‘Tall Dark and mysterious Adonis’. I don’t think Veronica’s comment was meant to be a casual and fleeting one in the context of the show. Therefore, that might be a motive behind Betty joining the Serpents.

It has been said that the show will be exploring Dark Betty more in the second season. We’ve already seen what a rebel she is and is total done with Riverdale’s status quo bullshit and labelling people as black or white, good or bad. In a shocking turn of events, Betty might transfer to Southside High and be an active member of the Serpents, shattering the Mayor McCoy’s, the towns and everyone’s perception of her as the perfect role-model and representation of ‘Riverdale’ . We all know how much Betty hates being labelled as the ‘perfect girl next door’.She would want to become the ‘Bad bitch serpent slut’ and be proud about it. I think both Jughead and Betty need to face their inner darkness head on and deal with it and this would be the perfect opportunity for them to do so and discover themselves and each other in the process and learn that at their core, they are not very different from each other. Their passion for each other will further intensify and we will see them both mature at an exponential rate.

We’ll get to see that Serpents are actually good folk with a rock solid integrity and loyalty for their kind. Apart from clearing FP’s name, Bughead will fight to clear the Serpent’s tarnished reputation of being criminals and outcasts and help them integrate with the Riverdale community.

Hermione Lodge is shadier than what she appears to be. I have a suspicion that she hired someone to shoot Fred Andrews, because he was involved too much and not selling his business to her. Nobody would suspect her because the entire town is on a Serpent witch-hunt.

Fred Andrews will survive but the incident might make Archie turn against the Serpents. He might wrongly assume that the Serpents did it because they were fired from his Dad’s company and did it as payback. Jughead’s association with the Serpents might drive a wedge between Archie and Jughead, next season. They might become foes. The town already hails Archie as their ‘hero’, the symbol of righteousness and all that is good while Jughead is the pariah. They will represent the light Vs dark conflict.

I think Archie and Veronica might be the one with the Romeo and Juliet storyline,next season because the Lodges and Andrews will not want to associate with each other. Hiram will further complicate things for the Andrews and make their survival in this town very difficult. I expect that Varchie will break up as a result.

After Cheryl burned ‘Crimson Peak’ to the ground, the Blossoms will be reduced to being paupers because the entire Blossom empire has crumbled after the drug dealing reveal. The experience will have greatly humbled Cheryl and she’ll have a change of heart and see for herself who her true allies are in this nightmare town. There might be a brief dalliance between Archie and Cheryl, before Varchie comes together once again. A V/A/C triangle, if you will. We will find out the Lodge-Blossom connection.

I expect Mayor McCoy will have her share of dirty and incriminating seekrits herself and might be revealed as one of the key players behind the shady occurrences in Riverdale. She seems to have her own neurotic agenda and isn’t beneath stooping to corruption as a means to an end and for fuelling her ambitions.

I’m sure Joaquin will return to Riverdale. Kevin and Josie too will have to come to terms with some of the uncomfortable truths about the town and the role that their parents play in it and they cannot be simply watching everything from the fences anymore. Grundy might return too. I have a hunch that she has something to do with the drug trafficking network.

Basically, we will see plenty of shifting in allegiances, old alliances and friendships will be broken and new ones will be formed. Secrets will be revealed and the past will come to haunt the present, which will impact the future of Riverdale.

And most importantly, there will be Hot Dog.

Please feel free to share your thoughts. I’d love to hear them and engage in a discussion with you all. ^_^

#riverdale #riverdale theories #riverdale thoughts #riverdale season 2 #riverdale spoilers

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novelconcepts · 7 years

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ficlet: not in the habit

dealanexmachina said: I keep seeing Kimberly stands up to bullies for Trini fic but I feel like Trini is the epitome of Fight Me, so can I have fic where Trini is the one who stands up for Kimberly at school? When you get around to it, should you feel so inclined to write fic…

Trini only steps in because they’re annoying her. This is an important note, important to make clear as a lake on a windless day. She doesn’t do it because she cares, or because she’s some kind of real hero. People don’t do stuff like that, in real life.

If anybody knows that, it’s Trini.

Trini does step in, but only because they’re being obnoxious. Right? The kind of obnoxious you can’t square away with. The kind of obnoxious you always think kids should grow out of before they graduate the fifth grade. She doesn’t know why she’s surprised, each and every time she finds out someone is still operating this way in high school. By high school, everything ought to be better–but it isn’t. Trini knows this.

Trini steps in, unable to entirely say why–or, better yet, unable to explain why it wasn’t enough to just slink away. She’s good at slinking. Good at tugging tight the straps of her backpack, hunkering down, walking fast. Run away, little girl. Running is easy.

But the thing about running is, you kind of get tired after a while. Your chest starts to ache. Your legs liquify. You find yourself slowing down, taking more forceful steps, slamming your sneakers against pavement. Slower….slower…stop.

Turn.

She doesn’t remember getting to this point, per se. This point is very not her, but Trini is having something of A Day. The kind of Day where your favorite t-shirt shrinks in the wash, and you get to school proud of having finished the homework–for once–only to find you accidentally did all of pages 37-through-40, instead of the correct 42-through-45. The kind of Day where your mother asks pointedly if you’re ever going to give that skirt in the closet a try, honey? The kind of Day where your father murmurs not to pester her, please, she’ll get around to it when she’s ready.

Or never, Dad. How’s never looking for you?

It’s been A Day, and Trini is pretty well over it. Over people, with their smirks and their sneers. Over the sound of laughter, ringing nasty through the halls, piercing eardrums with poison-tipped arrowheads. Over that look they wear, when they know you’re cornered.

The predator look. It irritates Trini more than she can say.

And before she knows it–before she can think on how this maybe isn’t among her more sterling ideas–she’s stopping. Turning. Walking back the way she came. Because it’s annoying, okay? Annoying that they think they can get away with treating people this way. Annoying that they think it’s funny. Annoying that they’re going after her, of all people.

Kimberly Hart is not the kind of girl Trini makes a habit of sticking up for. Kimberly Hart, honestly, is the kind of girl who earns daggers from Trini’s gaze in the biology classroom. The kind of girl who laughs too loud, who holds her books Just Right, who walks with a sway that sets Trini’s jaw clenching. Girls like Kimberly seem to have been put on this earth simply to prove a point. That Trini isn’t like them. That Trini could never be like them.

That Trini likes looking at them in ways that make her hate herself.

But see, the thing is, it has been A Day, and Kimberly is standing there with her books held all wrong. She isn’t laughing too loud today. She isn’t laughing at all.

Her hair, newly shorn–and Trini noticed, sure; Trini notices what seems to be just about everything about this particular cheerleader–is tucked back behind her ears. She keeps reaching up, keeps shoving it back whenever it insists upon falling forward. Like a girl who hasn’t yet gotten used to a snap decision made in a bathroom.

Her back is to the lockers. Pressed tight. Metal shivers on metal, because Kimberly is trying to rock forward, trying to find an out. Trini is familiar with this dance. She’s what you might call An Expert in the effort to flee.

Run. Run away. Because fear isn’t the primary prerogative of the harassed. It isn’t fear that drives you to lower your head, round your shoulders, bolt for the door. Not fear at all, but shame.

There is shame in Kimberly’s eyes, cold as a January morning. Shame deepens the set of her lips into something like a scowl. Like she wants to hit back, but can’t quite bring herself to raise a fist.

The girls surrounding her are portrait-perfect. Arranged hair, arranged makeup, arranged expressions of dislike. They’re smiling, though. Every last one of them.

Smiles should be reserved, Trini believes, for moments of actual pleasure. It’s why she doesn’t bother warping her mouth into that particular shape, most of the time. Takes too many muscles, to force something you don’t feel.

Kimberly is trying to say something–excuses, maybe, or apologies. To girls like these, it’ll all sound the same. Don’t waste your breath, Trini thinks of telling her, and shrugs. Most words are wasted. Words don’t mean anything at all (except when they do, except when they’re carved into a locker), so you might as well just (ignore it, just ignore it, they say it’ll go away if you don’t look it in the eyes, just like this whole liking-girls thing hasn’t gone away) keep your mouth shut.

Kimberly never learned this lesson, Trini guesses. Kimberly’s the sort of girl who’s been talking herself out of corners her whole life. Difference is, she used to have friends at her back. She used to have a crowd to do the dirtiest work for her.

Trini doesn’t entirely know what that’s like, and this is a good enough reason to turn around, walk away, go down to the mine and entertain herself until the moon rises. It’s a good enough reason to–

Hey, she thinks of saying, and doesn’t.

Leave her alone, she thinks of saying, and doesn’t.

Pick on someone with a matching IQ, she thinks of saying, and doesn’t.

Trini doesn’t say anything.

She just leaps.

She’s ducking beneath the arm of the tallest girl before her body knows it’s in motion, her beanie catching on an elbow and nearly tearing from her head. Kimberly’s eyes are widening, and Trini thinks, Yeah, shit, okay, they’re pretty enough even as she’s setting her back against Kimberly’s folded arms.

Oh, could have just left the damn school, she thinks, but her shoulders are peeling backward, her spine dragging itself into a straight line. Her jaw juts, her teeth bare, and Trini realizes with some belated amused that she is smiling. A cold, sharp, machete grin, maybe–but a smile.

She doesn’t speak. She’s a micro-machine compared to most of these girls, who raise their eyebrows and curl their lips and toss their heads. The same girls who etch slurs into her locker, probably. She wouldn’t put money on it, but it’s likely enough. Girls like this only have so many ways of making their own fun.

Her chin is raised, and her eyes flick from one to the next, and she thinks, They could take me. This isn’t one of those chump towns where the cheerleading team is all pom-pom and half-assed rhyme scheme. These girls are iron-cast, all coiled muscle and bitter determination to hang on to their four years of glory with a death grip. These girls could destroy her.

But Kimberly, out of the corner of her eye–as much as Trini will dare to look back, dare to take her eyes off of the four cheer-beasts surrounding them both–is starting to unwind. The frost in her eyes is melting, a little. Her arms are lowering, a little.

It’s always easier, taking the blows with someone else sending between you and the oncoming fist. You might still bruise, but it is so much less likely you’ll break.

Trini can’t think of the next step–can’t think at all, or she’ll turn to stone right here. The only motivation she can hold onto is annoyance: annoyance that they would encircle someone at their locker, that they would turn the only three-foot space in the school a person owns into a tragedy. Annoyance that they would laugh like this, glare like this, at someone who used to be One Of Their Own. Annoyance, too, that Kimberly isn’t shoving back. Kimberly is strong. Stronger, Trini thinks, than she even realizes.

“Bitch,” one of the girls spits, and Trini knows it’s all sledding downhill. Bitch is always the kickoff to a fight, or the final word. The way they’re starting to back away, the way they’re starting to shrink down to the size of regular seventeen-year-olds, the kind who are unimportant and unimpressive, tells her they didn’t come for a fistfight. She’s standing here, between the most annoyingly beautiful girl in the school, and four girls who could demolish them both, and they can’t be bothered to nut up. What a surprise. Bullies doubling as cowards.

She raises her eyebrows, keeping her entire body coiled in case she’s reading their slow getaway wrong. Fight me, that look says. Go on. Fight me. I’ll purple around the edges, but you can bet I won’t go down easy.

They’re not willing to test her. This isn’t hiding behind a can of spray paint or a social media account. This is face-to-face with the problem. She’s smaller, newer, less stable in her place in this school, but she has two fists and very little to lose. They know this. In a weird way, they respect this.

Kimberly is peeling herself off of the lockers now, edging around Trini until they’re shoulder to shoulder. Her face is a mask.

“Crazy bitch,” the same girl repeats, and looks away from Trini. They shuffle off, a quartet of defeat. Trini holds her breath, holds her stance, wonders what it would have looked like if they’d charged. Could she have taken on all four of them? Would Kimberly have helped? It’s a hell of a time, white-knighting, when you can’t be sure if your maiden is actually a dragon in disguise.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kimberly says, in the script-seeking voice of someone who knows this scene from somewhere, but can’t place it. “You didn’t–”

Trini shrugs her backpack higher, turns away. She isn’t here to make friends. She isn’t here for any of this shit. They just annoyed her, that’s all. They just–

“Hey.” A hand on her shoulder. Trini whirls. She can’t remember the last time someone touched her so gently, with such heavy caution sewn into each fingertip. Dark eyes are staring her down, piecing her together, trying to make sense of this moment. “You’re new, huh?”

Not comparatively, Trini thinks with a wry twist that is neither smile nor grimace. Kimberly’s hand is sliding down her shoulder, wrapping itself around her wrist. Her fingers leave scorch marks. Trini is going to have to spend an extra half hour in the shower, scrubbing at the spot until her skin goes back to normal.

“Thank you,” Kimberly is saying. Not the overwrought thank you from a soap opera, or from those idiot daydreams Trini will never admit to out loud, but a genuine one. Two syllables. Delivered with feeling. “Seriously. Not necessary, but uh–thanks.”

Trini shrugs. In her mind’s eye, she can see the fairy-tale ending: lips pressing reckless to her cheek, sliding to her mouth, arms wrapped around her like she’s ever been anything more than a pair of jeans, a flannel shirt, a permanent scowl in this school. In her mind’s eye, she can almost see herself kissing back.

But real life doesn’t play out like a rescue. She is not a hero. Even on her best day, Trini has no idea what she is.

Kimberly’s fingers are still looped around her wrist, a numbing bracelet. Trini slips the grip without a second thought, presses her hand to the top of her head, adjusts her beanie. Turn. Walk away.

Don’t look back. Don’t find out if the beautiful girl is still watching as you slink toward the door. Just leave.

She isn’t a hero. It’s not like she’ll make a habit of this crap.

She was just having a hell of a fucking Day.

#fanfiction #ficlet #otp: kimberly and trini #power rangers #what is the actual ship name?#pink lemonade #is that it?#regardless: hey kay i wrote the thing

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