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PERFUME

Hyunjin x reader

You knew he was a perfume addict, so to surprise him you bought yourself a new and expensive perfume to see how he'd react.

Contains: Nipple play, no penetration but you grind on his dick, clothed sex.

Word count: 1.1k.

You smiled to yourself in front of the mirror as you put the small red bottle of perfume on your vanity. It was a new and expensive one, totally different from your usual cheap perfume that your boyfriend liked so much.

You wore a red satin dress as you were having dinner with friends and it suited your scent perfectly, creating a beautiful harmony with the makeup you had put on and your hairstyle for the night.

Hyunjin was waiting for you by the front door, wearing a black button up with the upper buttons undone. It was tucked in black trousers and a belt embraced his waist perfectly, his rolled up sleeves showing a beautiful watch on his right wrist.

When he looked up from his phone and saw you, his lips slightly parted and he slowly walked up to you, grabbing your waist and smiling at you.

"You look beautiful," he pecked your lips and then burried his face in the crook of your neck. You figured he had smelled your new perfume.

"Dior," he noted, taking another breath to guess what you were wearing. "Hypnotic Poison.

- Do you like it?

- It's perfect. Makes me want to cancel the dinner and fuck you instead."

You giggled as you played with his soft blonde hair. As much as his idea sounded great, you really wanted to see Felix and bsf/n again. You hadn't seen them in months and you really needed to catch up with them.

"Let's go," you grabbed his hand to lead him outside the house. Don't worry, you were both already wearing shoes.

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You hadn't exactly planned for Hyunjin to be so touchy with you during the whole night. He would sometimes slip out of conversations to smell you on the neck, to kiss your cheek or to play with the rings on your fingers. They were matching with his, each one of them.

Apart from that, bsf/n and Felix were so happy to see you two. You never ran out of subjects to talk about, as you hadn't really talked about your lives much in a few months and you had a lot to tell each other.

As you celebrated Felix's arrival in the police, you all ordered shooters and Hyunjin became even touchier after his cheeks had slightly flushed. Sometimes giving gentle squeezes to your thigh and kisses on your jaw. You didn't really mind, because you knew it wouldn't weird your friends out.

But when it was time to leave, you felt something weird in your stomach because of the anticipation of what would happen when you'd get back home. You knew it wouldn't be sleep and that excited you.

It wasn't really what you had expected when you had bought your new perfume, but seeing your boyfriend so turned on by your scent greatly satisfied you. You only wanted to get him in your bed right now.

So when you arrived in your house and closed the front door, you moaned in content when he trapped you between his arms, your back pressed against the door and he kissed you hungrily.

"You smell so good, I can't wait any longer," he explained when he pulled away to look at your face with half-lidded eyes. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pecked his lips.

"I'm all yours tonight."

It didn't take long for him to drop you on your bed before he lifted your dress up to your head for you to take it off. He also quickly undid your bra, tossing it away to free your boobs. He didn't waste any time to put one of them in his mouth, softly biting your nipple and making you moan.

Your other boob was being pinched and massaged by his hand as you moaned for him, arching your back for more. The way his tongue teased you made you so sensitive and wet, your panties were probably already wet too.

He then sucked on your other boob as the air hit your wet nipple, sending shivers throughout your whole body. You lifted your hand to hide it, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it down on the bed next to your head as he continued playing with your nipple.

"Jin, I want more," you whined.

"Me too, sweetheart. Wanna grind on me tonight?

- Hmm," you nodded as he sat back up, unbuttoning the best of his shirt to expose his chest. His erection was already showing through his pants and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

"Keep your clothes on, you're so fucking hot right now," you requested as he laid down on the bed, reaching out for you to get on him.

So you did, placing your clothed pussy right on his crotch. Even with all the restrictions of your clothes, you still felt him well and you clenched around nothing.

Your hands found their way on his chest as you slowly started grinding on him. His hands were behind his head as he watched you pleasuring yourself and you felt his chest rise and fall with each shaky breath he took.

Your hips fastened up when your clit came in contact with his tip and you both moaned. This felt so good, the roughness of the clothes rubbing on your throbbing pussy was so different from when you were completely naked and under Hyunjin, but it was still so perfect.

Your boyfriend soon put his hands on your hips to guide you on him as he tilted his head back on the pillow. Your hair was covering your face as you whimpered and moaned some curses.

"I'm already so close, don't stop," Hyunjin whined as he softly bit his lips, his eyes were glued on your figure.

"Me too," you pressed your chest on his to kiss his neck, taking a breath of his own perfume. It was his usual, the one you adored. You loved how he smelled of flowers and vanilla instead of overly masculine deodorant.

You heard his choked out moans when his hips stuttered under you and you went faster on him as you knew he had just cummed through his pants. You were so close too, so it only took you a few other hip rolls on him before you came to a stop, your orgasm hitting you hard.

"Fuck," you whimpered as you sat back up, grabbing one of your boobs as you slowly rode out of your orgasm.

Hyunjin was still whining under you because of overstimulation and you soothingly kissed a mole on his chest as you slowed back down.

You then got off of him, taking a look at the wet spot on his trousers.

"So hot."

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Hypnotic Poison smells so bad imo I should've chosen another one 😭

[the-kr8tor]

I heard request were open and I immediately came here.

A snowy day with dad!Hobie au! Cooking food together! building snowman’s etc!

-💗

This prompt had me in near tears, I love it sm! Thank you for requesting, my love!! (I looked like this the entire time writing it --- 🥹)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin Au. FLUFF

A/N: The twins are a little bit older here! I love them sm 🥹

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You and Hobie woke up to freezing temperatures which turned into a blessing in disguise because you two were entangled together on the bed, cuddled comfortably. Legs intertwined, arms looped around each other like a koala. He presses sleepy kisses on your cool cheeks, his excuse? He says he's keeping you warm and away from hypothermia.

The snow falls outside, frosting the windows. Hobie's senses tingle, he stops his barrage of kisses for a moment.

“The gremlins are comin’” he murmurs over your cheek.

“How do you wanna do this? Fake sleep or hide under the bed?” your eyes are half lidded, cool hands splayed under his shirt for warmth.

Sure enough, the soft pitter patter of socked feet runs towards your bedroom. Their giggles waking you up in an instant.

Hobie hums, the vibrations spreading through your face. “Too tired, let's act like we froze from the cold”

“This is why I love you” falling limp, smooching him quickly, you close your eyes once again. Hobie acts as your shield from the anticipated jumping you're about to endure.

The doors burst open, your girls' unmistakable laughter echoes out in your shared bedroom. You hear an ‘oomf’ sound from both sides of the bed, you surmise that they're both having a hard time reaching the top. After some shuffling about, tiny hands and feet crawl over the duvet, their stifled giggles making you lose your act with a tiny smile.

“Shhh” someone on your right shushes the other. “they're still sleeping, Billie”

“They won't be for long!” Thanks to your human shield, you don't get the brunt of Billie’s foot on your stomach. Unfortunately, Hobie gets the full force of five year old strength.

Yet, he stays strong, still faking sleep. Also thanks to his enhanced strength, he barely felt it. But you can't help but cringe for him.

“Mum’s awake!” Mona crawls further up to cup your cheek in her tiny hands. Your daughter gasps, “she's frozen!”

You screech and in turn, Hobie does the exact same thing you do, flailing your arms to envelope each girl in a surprise hug. Mona laughs with her belly, her legs are kicking about, trying to escape your wrath. While Billie yelps before screaming out a “Tickles!” when Hobie's scruff nudges her neck.

“Got a live one here–!” Hobie sputters when he gets a mouthful of Billie's hair. She giggles, bringing her head closer to her dad's face, almost headbutting Hobie.

After a moment of giggles and happy screeches, you and Hobie lay wheezing while the girls are energetic as ever, jumping excitedly on the mattress.

“It's snowing, did you see?!” Billie lands on top of you, her chin laying on your chest comfortably. “Mummy, did you see?”

“I can feel it, Muffin. It's freezing!” you squeeze her tightly, burying your face in her curly hair.

Mona drops gracefully in between you and Hobie, cuddling next to him.

“‘m hungry. What's for breakfast?” She looks up at Hobie with her big eyes, reminiscent of Hobie's exact face when he wants something from you. But for Mona it all comes naturally to her.

“How am I supposed to make breakfast when my hands have fallen off from the cold?” He lifts up his hands tucked inside his pajama sleeves, looking like his hands are nowhere near his arms.

“Daddd!” They simultaneously say while you chuckle.

“Have some sympathy for your dad, his hands are gone!”

Billie plays along, “how are you gonna use your webby now?” You've called Hobie's web shooters as webby since they could talk and now it's stuck in their vocabulary.

“Billie and I could be Spider-Man now, dad” Mona says in between giggles, five year old vocabulary working its magic.

“Yeah!” Billie exclaims.

Hobie turns to you while the girls talk about their plans on how to stop crime together.

“Our girls don't have empathy, what did we do wrong?” He smiles throughout it, moving Mona's head to give you a quick kiss. How could he resist when the light shines directly at your smiling face, lashes kissing your cheeks as you grin widely at his girls? He has to indulge or else he'll burst at the seams

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After a hearty breakfast, Hobie and Billie decided it's time for a snowman competition. The snow has gotten thick enough that you have to wade through it like mud. So while Hobie’s helping Billie with all her layers, Ramona sits on a bar stool next to you, eyes enthralled by the swirling hot chocolate inside the pot.

“Are you sure you don't want to join them, cheese?” With one hand you grip her shirt so she doesn't fall on the stove, on the other is the wooden spoon you're using to stir the pot.

“Yes, I want hot chocolate” she sniffs at the chocolate smell.

“You can have hot chocolate and play with them”

“I don't like the cold,” she murmurs.

You hear the door creak open and then Billie's excited squealing, a second later you hear a thud, like something or someone fell into a pile of snow, then you hear Hobie's loud laughter.

“That's okay, we'll stay here. Then we'll judge who wins the snowman competition, sounds good?”

She nods, smiling a toothy smile at you. “Can I have the heart marshmallows?”

How could you say no to that face? “Of course,” you nuzzle her soft curls. “Do you want extra milk?”

“Yes please!”

You hear a knocking on the kitchen windows, craning your neck to look, you see Hobie holding Billie up by her armpits, her face is squished on the glass, nose flattened and lips puckered.

That can't be sanitary.

“Hobie, that window isn't clean”

Billie waves at you and her sister, eyes bright and happy. “I drowned in the snow!” she points at a patch of snow, sure enough there's a Billie shaped hole in it. “Can you see, Mony?”

“I can! And mum says that window is dirty!” She grimaces.

“Dad! Mum says the glass is dirty!” She looks below her.

You hear a muffled “Crap!”

Well at least he tried not to swear that hard—

Mona tugs at your sleeve. “What does crap mean? Dad says it a lot”

“Hobart Brown!”

[strniohoeee]

Racketeer Pt. 3

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris hoodrat lifestyle, but when something goes wrong she’s ready to protect her man👥 Okay this is part 3 of a series I just made for shits and giggles for my best friend, but the fact that so many people like it is shocking and also amazing!!! Love this for us, I’m a hoe for hoodrat Chris even though I’m a Matt girl🧎🏽‍♀️

Warnings⚠️: uhh d*ath threats, Chris with a pewpew, pistol whipping, and uhhh I think that’s all…hope you enjoy 🖤

Song for the imagine: 308-22Gz (this is pure hoodrat NY trap music I LOVE IT)

When we spin through, it’s a D-O-A

We caught a opp at like 3:08

Fuck it and fuck up a B-O-A

Flashback

“Chris I’m not fucking holding your gun, so I’m definitely not fucking shooting it” I told Chris as he had his pistol on the kitchen table

“Baby why not? We literally got targets on our back because of who I am. I want my lady to be able to handle her own if I’m not there” he said in a matter of fact way

“Yeah a target on our back because of the life YOU chose to run with….plus I will always have you, so no” I said drinking my water

“What if I’m in a headlock, the pistols on the ground, and any one of his goons could come and pop me, and then pop you” he said raising his eyebrows

“Well then the lord better be on our side cause I ain’t picking up your gun” I said shrugging my shoulders

He picks up his gun and points it at me

“CHRISTOPHER HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND” I said flinching

“BANG BANG BANG, you’re dead” and then he turns the gun on himself “BANG BANG BANG, I’m dead” he said laughing

“Put the fucking gun down now” I said getting upset with him

“Baby the clips empty, and I took the bullet out” he said showing me the gun

“Give me the fucking gun, and show me how to use it” I said getting annoyed

“YES IM TEACHING MY BABYYY, I’m gonna have my own personal shooter” he said getting excited

Flashback over

Tonight Chris’s friends were having a party after one of the guys got released from prison. They rented out a whole club for this kid

“I don’t want to go” I said to Chris dragging my feet

“Come on, why not it’s a nice area. The club is only open for us, and you know ima protect you” he said getting dressed

I was already ready, but I just didn’t want to go anymore. I felt like this was our whole life…. parties, fast cars and thugs….but I digress

“Fine I’ll fucking go” I said getting my outfit picked out. It was cold in Boston, so I decided on a long sleeve fitted black shirt, medium wash baggy boyfriend jeans, and my black Air Force 1s (shawty on demon time). I flat ironed my hair, and put on my black north face puffer jacket

“The black air forces?? Whose head are you stompin on tonight?” Chris asked laughing

“Anybody who fucks with you” I said putting my perfume on

“Blue jeans or black” he asked me

“Black” I said back

Chris came out in an all black shirt, with black jeans, his timberland boots on, and his black puffer coat

“Alright baby Boston Red Sox black and white hat, or Yankees” he asked

“Boston….HELLOOO” I said laughing at him

“Duhhh how could I be so stupid” he said making a dumb face

We had driven to the location of the club, and it was indeed a nice area, but it was known for gangs so there were some dodgy people out.

“Don’t leave my side at all” Chris said helping me out the passenger side, and shutting the door behind me

“Never baby” I said, and he locked the car

We walked to the club, and immediately I recognized everybody there. I even seen some of my girl friends who were either dating or messing around with one of these guys

The whole night we had such a blast, laughing, talking, drinking and dancing. Although these people had some crazy shit under their belt, they were actually super nice and respectful people.

“Yoo there’s some kids out there, talking about Drew’s gang or whatever” one of Chris friends came up and said to all of us

“That little fucking kid with the tattoos on his face?” Chris asked

“Yeah, he’s getting mad staticy outside, and wallin out. The security guards about to lay his ass out” he said

“Tell that fucking kid that I’m going to be dealing with his soon” Chris said taking a sip of his drink

“Ai, he’s alone so he ain’t gonna try some shit” he said to Chris

“Even if he does…I’m strapped tonight” Chri said lifting his shirt up exposing the pistol in his waistband

His friend nodded at him, and went to head back out to relay the message to the other guy.

“Baby….for once not tonight” I said looking at Chris

“I’m not gonna do anything, but if people start talking crazy” he said raising his hands up

“No Chris! You have to stop this” I told him taking a sip of my drink

“What?? I’ll bust him in his medulla….nobody will fuck wit me after that” Chris said laughing

I just shook my head and laughed at him

At this point it was about 2AM, and we all started to head out. We walked outside, and Chris was saying bye to the security guard and some of his friends

I was waiting for Chris to finish chatting with his security guard, when I saw someone in the corner of my eye. For once can someone not try Chris and I

“Yoo this your man?” The kid said coming up to me and pointing at Chris

I just ignored him, me being from New York…you never ever turn your head when someone’s coming up from behind you to ask you, or tell you something. That’s a death wish.

“You deaf ma?” I heard him say again

“Yo get the fuck outta here” I heard Chris say from behind me

“Yo get the fuck outta here Chris, Drew’s people got something for your ass, and it’s gonna start with your lady here” he said nodding his head at me

“Did you just threaten my woman” I heard Chris say, and he started to walk towards him, so I turned around to watch this glancing at the security guard to keep an eye out

“Don’t shoot the messenger…..you keep fucking wit our guys…they gonna come for you” he said

“I’ll shoot you, and the motherfucka who sent you” Chris said getting closer to the guy

“Babe stop” I said trying to keep Chris calm

“Yeah listen to your lady…wouldn’t want her with a hole between her eyes now would we?” He asked smuggly

All of a sudden I just see Chris swing at the guy, his right fist connecting with his cheek

“DONT YOU EVER FUCKING SAY SOME SHIT ABOUT KILLING MY GIRL. ILL FUCKING KILL YOUR WHOLE LIFELINE BITCH” Chris screamed at him and they started to throw punches

“CHRIS PLEASE STOP, THIS HAS TO FUCKING STOP PLEASE” I said begging, but not wanting to get in between them because I was not about to get cracked in the jaw

I'm not sure what happened but they started to struggle with each other, and were just scuffling. I had a feeling the guy felt Chris’s gun, and was trying to grab it

“FUCK YOU” Chris started to scream and started throwing punches at the guys ribs, as he had Chris in a headlock

All of a sudden his pistol fell out, and at the same time the guy got Chris on his back on the ground, and they were throwing punches.

The pistol slid pretty far, and I was contemplating on if I wanted to pick it up or not…..Fuck it…this is my man, and I will fucking do anything to protect him

I picked up the pistol, and cocked it back

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY MAN, OR I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF” I yelled at the guy, both of them turning to look at me

“You’re a little bitch, you ain’t pulling no fucking trigger fuck outta here” he said still struggling with Chris

I don’t know what came over me, but I moved the gun from pointed at his head to pointed just behind it, and then I pulled the trigger

The bullet flew right past his head, and it was so fucking loud, everybody froze including me

“THE FUCK” the guy yelled, and while he was looking at me Chris used this to punch him on the jaw knocking him backwards

Chris got up, and came over to me, and grabbed the pistol out of my hands

He walked over to the guy, standing over him and grabbed him by his shirt

All of a sudden Chris pistol whipped the guy, and I gasped covering my mouth

“If you ever come around me and my people, and my FUCKING woman again talking out your neck I’m going to come for your whole fucking blood line, got it” he said as he held the pistol under the kids chin

“Yeah yeah” the guy said out of it

“NO FUCKING YEAH YEAH, YOU GET IT OR YOU DONT WE WOULDNT WANT TO SEND YOU BACK TO DREW WHTH A BULLET BETWEEN YOUR BROWS NOW WOULD WE” Chris said laying the gun in between the guys brows

“No no….I promise you’re all good. I’ll never fucking look at yall ever again” he said in fear

“Yeah you better not, and if we ever cross paths again…you better cross to the other side of the street. Cause you just earned a target on your back, and when I’m ready to pop you and your people I'm coming for yous ….cause all my opps is targets, see the red dot no target got it bitch” he said throwing the guy down onto the ground

Chris looked at his security and nodded for him to get rid of the kid, and keep everything on hush. He tucked the pistol into his waistband and grabbed my hand

“Lets go ma” he said walking with me

We got into the car, and I was still so shocked by everything

“Look at you….almost boomed the kids face off for me” he said smirking

“I don’t know what took over me, but I knew I wanted to hurt him to protect you” I said to Chris

“That’s exactly how I feel everytime someone fucks with you” he said leaning in and kissing me

“You’re not going to go after him right?” I asked

“No, but it creates enough fear in his heart that he won’t even fuck with us ever again” he said putting the car in drive, and grabbing my hand to interlock it

“Chris we have to stop this lifestyle” I told him

“And we will baby, I promise you” he said kissing my hand as he drove off

The End

Alright this was part 3, and I may or may not write a part 4 depending on the feedback, but this one was my favorite one to write 💋💋

-J💅🏽

[lieslab]

Straight shooter

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Pairing: Hyunjin X gn reader

Summary: Hyunjin finds you in your office and begs you to help him take down a new enemy and some of his guys.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 3.7K

Mature audience warning for mentions of: mania and recklessness, violence, suicide bomber, guns, grenades, blood, brief torture scene, cheating significant other, and causal smart-assery.

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To experience mania was the closest thing to becoming a walking god. You felt every thump of your heartbeat in your chest with a dazed look in your eyes. The mountain of euphoria you were sitting on was unshakeable. The nine-hundred milligrams of caffeine pulsing through your veins wasn’t helping your restlessness. 

Your heart was thudding fast enough that it could burst at any moment. You should have been concerned, but you didn’t care when you were like this. You didn’t care about anything in this state. How could you? You were untouchable.

You could swan dive off a building and come out fine. Your confidence had sky-rocketed and so had your ignorance. The mania was blocking your rationality. The caffeine helped to alter your wired perception of the world. 

Another day in your office had come and gone. Office worker by day and gang leader by night. Nobody ever suspected someone as sweet as you. Sweet as sugar, but lethal as a deadly poison deep down. Everyone had sides of themselves they hid and you were no different. 

Your feet tapped together on your desk. You laughed at the sound and stretched your feet forward. The blood rushing through your veins was electrified. What would you do tonight? What chaos would you create? 

Leaning back into your leather chair, you took another sip of the sickly sweet energy drink when your office door burst open. Hwang Hyunjin collapsed the moment the door opened. His chest heaved and he patted at the ground with his hands stretching towards you. 

“How the fuck did you get in?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Please!” He got out breathlessly. “You’ve gotta help me! He’s killing-” He sucked in a deep breath. “He’s killing all my men! His guys are slaughtering mine!” 

You stared at him unamused and took another loud sip of your drink. He brushed a forearm over the sweat soaking his forehead. Dressed in black cargo jeans and a skin tight matching nylon long sleeve shirt, he was a wreck. 

Dried blood stuck to his busted bottom lip. A purple bruise highlighted the left side of his cheekbone. His hair was slicked back with a sticky layer of sweat. You took in his defeated stance and sighed. 

“Please, I’ll do anything! Just please help me stop them. You know that Dong-Seo is a threat to both of us. I’ll do anything, please!” He collapsed his hands together and bowed. 

You took pity on him. Dong-Seo came from another city to Seoul. You were the leader of your gang and Hyunjin was the leader of his. The two of you worked together occasionally, but never when it came to taking another group down. 

You never liked sticking your nose in other people’s business, but Hyunjin had a point. Ever since Dong-Seo showed up, your missions kept getting interrupted by unannounced visitors. You lost a few of your own men to Dong-Seo. 

He was a vicious middle aged man who didn’t play by the rules. Respect was earned in Seoul, but Dong-Seo took and took and took. He played dirty and he’d do anything to grow his gang and take over. Even if that meant ambushing one of your most prized men and sending them back to your headquarters with a suicide bomb. 

You were lucky enough that you skipped the early morning meeting due to being home sick with the flu. Your assistant and thirteen other men weren’t nearly as lucky. You couldn’t lie, it pissed you off. Recruiting new members wasn’t something you took lightly. 

Once you joined your crew, in your eyes, it was for life. There was no way out. You’d die for your people and you only picked the ones who’d died for you. The gang was family and family meant everything. 

You chugged the last few sips of the third energy drink before you slammed the can down on your desk and sat up. You pushed yourself away from the wooden desk and spun around. Cracking your fingers, you approached a cabinet behind your desk. 

“This is your lucky day, Hwang.” You threw the cabinet open to reveal multiple loaded guns. Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock as he pushed himself off the tiled floor. 

“What the fu-” 

“Do you prefer the big guys or hand pistols? I’ve got it all. I’ve even got some of these!” You cheerfully exclaimed as you picked up a grenade and shook it around. 

“What the hell? Do those work? What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy?” 

You laughed as you pushed them to the side and grabbed a preloaded AK-47. You hummed and put the strap over your body. Hyunjin blinked in shock before he shook his head. “I want one of the hand pistols, please.” 

“Aw, that’s no fun.” Despite your disapproval, you handed him one of the pistols. He made sure it was loaded and, in the meantime, you snuck over to your desk and filled your pockets with something. 

Hyunjin remained unaware until he spun around with his gun. “Are you ready to go?” 

“You’re not even going to ask for extra ammo?” 

He stared down at the gun with an annoyed look. You chuckled, went back to your cupboard, and pulled out a box of bullets. Without a word, you shoved them into his hand and headed towards the entrance of your building. Hyunjin let out a sigh and tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans before he followed you. 

Twenty minutes later, you were staring at an abandoned building. You let out a soft huff and it moved a piece of your bangs up before it fell back down. You rolled your eyes and glanced over to find Hyunjin staring at the building with a clenched jaw. 

“The stupid bastard is seriously hiding out in this building?” 

“I wish I was kidding.” 

“Why not just blow up the building?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Now what’s the fun in that? I’ll never know if he truly dies that way. He deserves a fate worse than death. If he escapes, he’ll go into hiding and then who knows what’ll happen.” 

As you stared up at the building, a flutter of excitement danced in your stomach. “Alright, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” You practically skipped towards the door. 

“Why are you excited? You know we could die, right?” Hyunjin studied you trying to read you. You usually weren’t this carefree and were pretty serious about your stuff. He often thought you were nearly emotionless which was much different than your persona now. 

“I’d like to see them try to kill me.” 

“Are you dumb?” 

You giggled in response and threw open the door to the building. Hyunjin hissed curses behind you warning you to be careful, but you ignored him. With your head held high and your spine straightened, you beamed. “Honey, I’m home!” You called out. 

A loud shot went off near your head. Hyunjin dived on top of you and took you down to the cement floor before another shot fired. He shoved you behind the cover of a ceiling pillar. You didn’t feel the dull throbbing from the hit. 

“Are you fucking stupid? Are you trying to die?” His eyebrows furrowed in anger. All you could do was grin in response. 

The building was three stories high. If you could get up all three stories, you were sure you’d find your target somewhere on the third floor. You didn’t have a plan for this. You were just winging it entirely unhinged and irrationally. 

“Listen to me,” Hyunjin grabbed your chin and tugged it towards him. “Take this seriously, for the love of god! Why are you looking at me like that? Are you on drugs? Your pupils are dilated.” 

You laughed. 

He scowled, “hey! This isn’t funny! Are you under the influence of drugs? Is that what you do after work? Do you think this is a joke?” 

“You two, come out with your hands up!” A deep male voice yelled across the way. “Come out with your hands up before I kill you!” 

“Make us!” You shot back. 

Hyunjin slammed a hand over your mouth with a glare. You bit down on his hand which caused him to shriek and retract his hand. His eyes widened as he looked at the teeth marks imprinted in his skin. 

You used the distraction as enough time to move. You rounded the pillar, pointed your gun, and shot. A scream followed shortly afterwards. You pulled the trigger again and the man across the way shrieked louder. 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, but ultimately leaned around the other side of the pillar and took a shot at the man. His bullet went directly between the man’s eyes. The man’s own pistol clattered onto the floor as he collapsed to his knees. 

“Boo-yah!” You cried out. “Take that you fucker!” 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously? I’m starting to regret asking you to come do this with me. Why aren’t you taking this seriously?” 

“Untwist your dick, Hwang.”  You shoved yourself up and began to walk through the empty ruins of the building. The place seemed to be some sort of abandoned factory. 

Multiple old rusting machines were everywhere. A long conveyor built sat over to the side. A layer of dust was coated along the windows and some of them were cracked. No wonder Dong-Seo picked this place, it was the perfect place to take cover. 

The old machinery added layers of protection where men could hide. The halls had multiple doors in them. Who knew what was hiding in the labyrinth of grime besides the fresh layer of brains that Hyunjin just added to the place. 

“You know,” you started as you walked over to the dead guy, “this place did need some added color.” Hyunjin looked unamused as you innocently pointed towards the bloody ceiling. “If you squint, it kinda looks like stars.” 

“What kind of stars are red?” 

“Dead ones.” 

“Aren’t stars already dead or something?” 

“You’re asking the wrong person, I’m not an astronomer. Space scares me and so do aliens. I’ll stay here on Earth until I die.” 

“You’re scared of space and aliens, but not of unhinged lethal men with guns hiding in this building?” 

“Life is about picking and choosing your demons.” 

Hyunjin opened his mouth and then closed it. Arguing with you was pointless. He shook his head and went back to roaming with you down the hall. The two of you took your time checking behind each door. 

To both of your surprises, most of the rooms were filled with empty dusty desks. There weren’t signs that anyone had even been in the rooms. There was even a layer of dust on the floor. Walls were stained a rust color beneath windows, where rainwater had dripped in and dried over time, creating water damage. 

When you got to the stairs, the two of you crept up silently. Hyunjin took up the front while you led the rear. You moved sideways keeping an eye behind you with your gun aimed. 

Your ears rang from the gunshots downstairs. Surely, people upstairs had been alarmed when the guns began to fire. Both you and Hyunjin were tense from what was about to come. You could practically feel the chaos that was about to occur. 

The moment Hyunjin began to round a corner, you held your breath and for good reason too. A gun instantly fired and Hyunjin shoved himself back and knocked into you. You barely caught your footing before you fell down the steel stairs. 

With a clenched jaw, you jerked Hyunjin backwards and took over the lead. You peeked around the corner and ducked to avoid gunshots. With a brain full of stupidity and a heart full of honor, you stepped into the middle of the hall where three men with guns were pointing at you. 

They were dressed in black business suits. They held their fire which was a mistake. Maybe it was because you looked so strange in the abandoned building with your bright pink business casual blazer and black dress pants. You weren’t sure, but it didn’t stop you. 

You brought up your gun and began to fire rapidly. You screeched like an eagle as you unloaded several rounds. The gun recoiled in your hands, but you kept it clutched tightly. The large bullets entered the men’s bodies like butter. 

Bullet fragments flowered, arteries shredded, and skin tore. So caught off guard, there was no time for them to shoot back. You sprayed a line of bullets randomly aiming for the trunk of their bodies. 

Sticky warm blood splattered out in every direction. It glistened on the walls and dripped from the ceiling. Two men went down, but a third stayed up. With gritted teeth, he took a step forward. His fingers clenched around the gun in his hand. You tipped your gun up and that’s all it took. One moment his head was there and the next, it was gone. 

The shape of his skull blew apart from the few bullets you sent his way. Human bones were no match from the force and velocity of the automatic weapon. Behind you, Hyunjin watched with round eyes. 

Bits of glutinous brain stuck to your face which caused Hyunjin’s stomach to churn. He gagged when you wiped off your face with the arm of your blazer. All it did was smear bits of body and blood across your face. 

You let your gun hang by the strap, removed your blazer, and wiped away the gunk. Streaks of blood remained, but it was a lot better than feeling the bits of flesh left behind. You dropped the blazer and grabbed your gun again. 

You were left in your white tank top tucked into your dress pants. “What a rush,” you mumbled beneath your breath. You grabbed a box of bullets from your pocket and began to reload the gun. 

“Again, what the fuck is up with you?” Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest. “Seriously, we’re not going further until you tell me.” 

“What? I don’t see what the big deal is.” 

“You don’t see what the big deal is?” His voice raised. He uncrossed his arms and gestured towards the three dead men. Multiple puddles of blood were swarming into a giant lake in the middle of the floor. “What the fuck is that?” 

“Corpses,” you shrugged. 

“No shit, sherlock!” 

“You asked.” 

“I mean what is wrong with you? You’re acting like you’ve been possessed or something. You’re irrational and acting like a goddamn idiot! You won’t even lis- oh.” He paused taking you in. 

After you finished reloading your gun, you were swinging yourself back and forth on the balls of your feet. He raised an eyebrow and studied you up and down. “If you’re not on drugs, then yo-” 

“Must be having a manic episode. Big whoop. Move it bucko, we got bitches to kill.” 

“I really couldn’t have picked a better time to beg for your help, could I? Oh no, I just had to beg you when you’re not in your right state of mind. We should leave. You’re not taking this seriously, you could get killed.” 

“So?” 

He ran a hand through his messy hair with flared nostrils. “Do you understand what I’m saying? You die and-” He made a sharp noise as he swung his hand over his neck. “No more, lights out.” 

“And?” You tilted your head and blinked confused. “That’s always a risk. I’m not stupid.” 

“Your actions beg to differ,” he mumbled. 

“You’re talking to someone with a loaded AK-47. I’d watch your attitude, Mr. Hwang.” You shifted and hung the gun back on your shoulder before you began to hum and skip down the hallway. 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop you. Once you made up your mind, nothing would change it. Both of your steps echoed eerily in the empty hall. You paused after a while and stuck your hand into another pocket. 

Pulling out a handful of white dots, you threw them. They flew through the air before they landed near the end of the hall. Hyunjin jumped as multiple loud pops filled the air. The smell of sulfur quickly came afterwards. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“Pop-its. You know, the little white things that explode when they hit the ground. Do you want some? I have more?” 

“When did you…why do you…I-” 

“I grabbed them before I left my office. I figured they could work as a scare tactic. They might fool people into believing there’s more than two gunmen.” You continued ahead, walked through the wrappers, and went to the second set of stairs. 

Hyunjin kept an eye on the area around the two of you before he grabbed the back of your tank top and jerked you back. You yelped as you fell into his sturdy chest. “Easy,” he whispered as he kept you steady. “You nearly walked into a booby trap.” 

You blinked and sure enough there was a thin brown string, about waist high, that you hadn’t seen. You sucked in a deep breath and relaxed a little. “Thanks for that.” 

“Don’t mention it, just duck beneath it.” 

Doing as you were told, you ducked and slid beneath. Hyunjin followed and the two of you made sure to avoid the other hidden traps. Your heart fluttered a little faster when you realized there was a hand on the small of your back. 

It was the one thing you never liked to think about too much. The way Hwang Hyunjin made your heart turn to ooze and the way he made you melt. The fierce determination in his eyes when he set his mind to something. The curve of his jaw and the darkness in his eyes. 

They say demons play well with others and you had a handful of your own. You always assumed that you’d never date anyone in your line of work, but Hyunjin made you rethink that. He knew the dangers and everything that could happen in this career field. 

It was something you pushed far off to the side until you fell back into his chest. You couldn’t afford to be blinded by love now. Your heart was still beating rapidly and your fingers occasionally shook. You clutched the gun tighter and continued up the stairs. 

“What’s the plan?” You asked. 

“The plan is us killing Dong-Seo. If you’d be so kind, I’d like to kill him myself. I know what he did to your group, but he went to mine and meddled around first. He hurt the families of some of my men.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“You didn’t hear?” 

You shook your head. 

“A handful of my top men, his own men ambushed them in their homes. He tied up their families and then disposed of my men in front of them before leaving. Too many families are now traumatized thanks to that bastard.” 

“What a cunt.” 

“You could say that agai- hey!” 

An arm jerked out and grabbed the front of your tank top. Off balance, you were jerked forward by a stranger. Another hand reached for your gun. Hyunjin fired and hit a hand. Someone shrieked as their tendons tore. 

Your head clashed with someone else’s. Ignoring the throbbing pain, you sent a shoe into someone’s pudgy stomach with a grunt. Another hand reached for you, you ducked. Hyunjin’s gun went off again and someone yelled. 

Hitting the ground, you shoved yourself to the side and grabbed your gun. When a man entered your view, you aimed and fired. Squeezing your eyes shut, more blood and brains rained down from above. 

A metallic taste filled your mouth and you choked. More gun fire was exchanged as you screamed Hyunjin’s name suddenly terrified something happened to him. He called back from behind you. 

You turned your gun to the side, moved your head, and shot. The bullet pierced someone’s leg and they screamed as they collapsed. A bullet whizzed past the bridge of your nose. So close, you could feel the warmth of the bullet. 

That’s all it took for you to snap. You pushed the trigger down and swung the barrel around. Bullets went in every direction again. Men fell like flies. Through gritted teeth, you kept going. 

Hyunjin briefly glanced down to make sure you were alright before he fired at the men further back. A large group of them were stashed here. Dong-Seo was in the area and there was no doubt about it. 

His shots were nearly perfect. Blood splattered. Bullet and bone fragments mixed together. Screams and yells came from both parties. Hyunjin was only safe from the bullets because he was wrapped around the side of a wall. You were on the ground, but your gun held the impending doom back and placed a wrench in everyone’s plans. 

You propped the gun against your chest with one hand and reached down with another. The gun rattled against your ribs as you kept firing. Unsupported, your aim was a little off, but it did its job nonetheless. 

With your other hand, you reached into your pocket and pulled out another object you grabbed when Hyunjin’s back was turned. Pulling the pin with your teeth, you tossed it towards the men. 

Screams of terror and fear flooded the area at once. Men took off scattering. You used the distraction to prop yourself and aim properly. Hyunjin seemed hesitant behind you. The olive green grenade in the middle of the hall was blatantly obvious, but you kept shooting, and so did he. 

When the last man dropped, you spat out a mouthful of blood that had entered your mouth. Hyunjin’s eyes never left the grenade. “We need to take cover.” 

“Why?”

“You threw a grenade and it hasn’t gone off yet!” 

“Ah, yeah, that’s because it’s a decoy. It’s not a real grenade. Why would I throw a real grenade in a building that looks like a single blow from a person can knock it down?” 

“Wait, what?” 

“It’s fake.” 

“Why do you have a fake grenade?” 

“For the sake of creating mass chaos and carnage. I don’t know why you're complaining. I neutralized the threat and you’re welcome, by the way.” 

“You should be thanking me!” 

You ignored the excessive blabbering and kept walking with your gun ready to fire. Bloody footprints were left behind as the two of you made your way between bodies. Your nose scrunched up at the chunk of flesh blown from someone’s back. 

“Now if I were Dong-Seo, where would I hide?” 

“Far away from this mess,” Hyunjin finished your out loud pondering. “I can’t believe he picked here to hide. He’s really not the brightest crayon in the box.” 

“His henchmen do everything for him and you already know that. Arrogance and stupidity will only get you so far in this life.” You stepped over more bodies until your foot caught on a limp arm. 

“Woah, easy!” Hyunjin wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you back. “You’re one to talk about stupidity. It’s all you’ve been projecting since we got here.” 

“You wanted my help, so deal with it.” 

He shook his head and followed you. The two of you trailed through the blood and left more prints everywhere. Hyunjin gestured for you to stay on one side of the hall and he went to the other. The two of you went back to searching through the rooms. 

Up here, the rooms were clean. This must have been the floor that everyone was using for a temporary makeshift headquarters. How in the world Hyunjin tracked this information down, you didn’t know. He had his ways to do things and you had yours. 

After taking out another handful of guys with headshots, the two of you met back up at the end of the hallway. You glanced around making sure the coast was clear. A frown fell over your features and your eyebrows scrunched up. “I don’t think he’s he-” 

“The roof. Of course, the bastard fled when things got too out of his control. There has to be an emergency exit to the roof somewhere.” 

The two of you searched the area trying to ignore the sharp scent of iron floating down the hallway. The scent of blood was something you’d never get used to no matter how many people you killed. 

Blood even dried on your face now. The coagulated liquid created a disgusting gummy feeling. There wasn’t much you could do until you got out of here. Remnants of it still lingered on your tongue from when you took off a man’s head and received a mouthful of it from the bloody explosion. 

Hyunjin entered a room with a desk and a desktop computer. He walked past them and went out onto the balcony outside the room. He turned around and sure enough, he found a ladder leading up to the roof. A distant voice could be heard from up above. He smirked before he slipped back inside the room. 

When he approached you, he lowered his voice. “I found him. Just keep quiet, so we don’t alarm hi-” 

“Hey, fucker!” You cried out approaching the balcony ladder. You grabbed the metal rungs, lifted a foot, and began to haul yourself up it. “Prepare to greet the devil.” 

Distant curses filled the air before a gun fired towards the ladder. Luckily for you, the side of the building kept you concealed. You rushed faster up the rungs desperate to get to him first. 

“Wait up!” Hyunjin called as he followed you. 

You took out another handful of the pop-its and went silent. Dong-Seo stood with his gun erect out in front of him. Not hearing anything, he started to cautiously approach the edge of the building. 

One of your hands clutched the metal rung of the ladder harder. You waited until the footsteps got closer before you threw the handful. Multiple loud pops filled the air and Dong-Seo screeched. 

Your head and your gun popped over the edge of the brick building. You aimed for his legs and fired. A guttural howl of pain filled the air. You hurried up and Hyunjin rushed after you. Dong-Seo had dropped his gun the moment your bullet shattered his knee cap. 

“You fucking bitch! You ruined my fucking knee! I’ll fucking kill you!” 

“Try it!” Hyunjin growled. “Kill them and it’s the last fucking thing you’ll ever do.” He shot off a warning shot. It zipped past Dong-Seo’s ear and nicked it in the process. 

His teeth clenched in anger. He reached over for his gun, but you put a stop to it by firing off another round into his other knee. He dropped back onto his back rolling in pain. 

In a fit of fury, Hyunjin raised his gun to finish him off, but you stopped him by grabbing the edge of his gun and pushing it down. He shot you a glare before he jerked the gun away. “I said I wanted to be the one to kill him.” 

“And you will be, but let me have some fun first.” 

“Fun?” 

“Just watch.” 

He didn’t look amused, but he finally nodded in agreement. You walked over to Dong-Seo and kicked his gun towards Hyunjin. His hands were bloody from trying to stop the bleeding in his knees. 

You grabbed the edge of his shirt with both hands and tugged him to the edge of the building. His bloody hands left red handprints along your arms as he weakly tried to get you off. 

“Let go of me! Get off! You’re hurting me!” 

“Boo-fucking-hoo! Maybe you should have thought about that before you came after our guys. Have you ever heard of revenge? Way back when, it used to be an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.” 

“The law doesn’t work like that, but I do.” You continued dragging him towards the ledge. Once he was there, you shoved him onto his ass. A blood trail followed behind you and he cried out in pain. “Pull out that cell phone and call your wife.” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about!” 

“Don’t play stupid! Call your wife or I’ll call her myself. After all, I have her phone number. You think you’re so slick, don’t you? Having your men track us down and coming after us. You forgot that we can do the same exact thing to you.” 

His eyes narrowed, “and if I don’t?” 

“You’ll be in a world of pain when I shove you backwards off this building. It’s not high enough to kill you if you land right. I’ll let Hyunjin beat you to death. You might be slowly losing blood and you might be in shock, but I’m sure Hyunjin would love to make you feel every snap of a bone.” 

“You wouldn’t!” He spat. 

“Call your wife!” 

With shaking fingers, he finally tugged out his cell phone. Before he dialed, his dark empty eyes met yours. “What am I supposed to say to her?” 

“The truth.” He looked confused until you went on. “Tell her that you cheated on her multiple times over the span of the last three months. Don’t try to deny it, I have all the proof I need. You might have killed some of my men, but you were too late. I already have proof of everything.” 

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped behind you. He didn’t even know Dong-Seo was married. Who’d marry someone as cold and as ruthless as him? 

“Please don’t make me do that,” He begged. “I’ll do anything, just not that. My wife-” He suddenly became choked up. “She doesn’t know about this. She doesn’t know what I do. She doesn’t need to know that I cheated on her. Please, I-” 

“You’re not going to hell with your marriage intact. You either tell her willingly or I send every photo of you fucking other women and then push you off this building.’” 

He sucked in a deep breath before he dialed his wife’s number. He shut his eyes hoping she wouldn’t pick up. His heart dropped when she did. “Hi, honey! What’s up?” 

Dong-Seo’s eyes met yours. You gestured for him to get on with it. When his mouth stayed shut, you unlocked your phone and pulled up a photo of him kissing another woman. 

“Honey, I-I have something to tell you. You’re not going to like it, but I’ve been keeping something from you.” He shut his eyes and bowed his head. When he was like this, his buzzed head and his bare arms covered in tattoos didn’t look so intimidating now. 

“What is it?” His wife’s voice chirped. She was so upbeat, you could practically hear the smile in her voice. 

“Please forgive me,” his voice lowered. “Honey, I’ve been cheating on you.” 

“W-What?” 

Hyunjin slammed a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Dong-Seo looked like he was about to cry. “I’m sorry,” he got out. “I-It’s true. I-I just-” 

“We’ve been married for five years and you cheated on me?!?” 

“Honey, I’m sorry, I-” 

“Fuck you!” 

He jerked his phone away as his wife started to scream at him. You watched with amusement as you pulled out your phone and began sending photos and videos of the affairs to her number. There was a ding in the background of her yelling and then silence. 

“You cheated on me with my best friend?!” She roared in anger.

“I-I- huh?” 

“There’s a photo of you fucking my best friend! You fucking lying and cheating asshole! We’re done!” 

He looked utterly lost and defeated. The blood was starting to coagulate in his knees. His wife was the only person he had and you ruined it. He might have been able to reach other men of his, but you destroyed the one thing he held near and dear to his heart. 

You let out a loud and breathy moan in a high-pitched voice. You made sure to call out his name and make kissing noises. Hyunjin couldn’t help it, he burst into a fit of laughter. Dong-Seo looked panicked as his wife’s yelling grew louder. 

The obscenities grew more intense. When you finally had enough, you reached over, grabbed his phone, hung it up, and dropped it to the ground. You sent a bullet flying into it. 

Dong-Seo stayed quiet on the ledge of the building. His face had gone pale from blood loss. You knew you didn’t have much time before he collapsed. Your eyes went to Hyunjin. “Well, that was fun, but now it’s your turn.” 

Without a word, he reached up and fired off a single shot. The bullet entered Dong-Seo’s forehead and scrambled his brain instantly. His body went limp and down, down, down he fell. His body hit the ground with a loud thud down below. 

Your face scrunched up at the sound. “Oof,” you muttered, “that had to hurt. I thought you were going to do something a little more extreme than that.” 

“Not like he felt it, he’s dead. I was going to, but I think you already did that for me. Two shattered knees and his marriage unraveled. That was crazy. How did you even figure out he was married?” 

“You totally should have pushed him off first and then killed him. I have my ways to learn things. I was keeping it hidden and figuring I could use it against him somehow. Finding out he was cheating was just an added bonus. I feel awful for his wife, but then again, I don’t.” 

“A little too late for that.” 

“Do you think he’s really dead?” You asked. 

“Are you doubting m-” 

Before he could finish, you lifted up your gun and let a spray of bullets fly again. The man’s body jolted and jerked as gaping holes blew apart flesh. When you finished, Dong-Seo’s corpse had been mutilated beyond recognition. 

Hyunjin blinked in shock and shook his head. “There is something seriously wrong with you, I swear.” 

“I almost really kissed him, but then I remembered he probably has cooties.” 

“Ew!” Hyunjin cried. He gagged just thinking about you putting your lips on the middle aged man’s. Dong-Seo had aged like milk rather than a fine wine. 

“I realized there was only one person I wanted my lips on.” 

“Oh, yeah? Whose lips would that be?” 

“Yours.” 

He blinked, not sure if he heard you correctly. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. Your soft lips met his. He hesitated for a moment before he grabbed your hips and tugged you closer. The two of you were both speckled with blood. 

After a few moments, you pulled away. The cut on his lip had reopened and was bleeding again. You jerked a thumb over your lip to wipe off the fresh blood. Hyunjin’s cheeks were bright red and he looked dazed.  

“Have you ever played with fire?” 

“Huh?” 

You pulled out the last few pop-its you had hiding in your pocket. “Ever screwed around with fire? Do you have a taste for arson?” 

“I can’t say that I’ve ever tried it.” His head spun from how you acted like nothing was wrong. You acted like the two of you hadn’t been passionately making out a few moments ago. 

“Let’s see if we can outrun fire, shall we?” 

“What are you planning to do?” 

You looped your hand through his and pulled him back to the ladder. The two of you went back to the balcony and stepped back inside the room. Out in the hallway, the sharp metallic scent of blood still lingered. You threw the handful of pop-its over the corpses of Dong-Seo’s men. 

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, but he stayed quiet. With curious eyes, he let you pull him through the maze of bodies. You fumbled for a lighter and jerked it free of the fabric of your pocket. “Ready to run?” 

“I guess so. Are the pop-its flammable or something?” 

“I don’t know, but even if they’re not, the corpses are.” 

He laughed and gently squeezed your hand. You flicked the black lighter and held it down to a dead man’s suit. The fabric resisted for a moment until it finally caught fire. You jerked Hyunjin’s hand and pulled him away. “Let’s go!” 

The two of you rushed towards the stairs as the fire began to spread across the man. The bright orange flames swallowed up the rest of the fabric and began to ignite skin. Skin began to shrivel and fire crackled as it blackened. 

In the stairs, you grabbed one side of the rail and Hyunjin grabbed the other. The two of you still had to go somewhat slow due to the blood on your shoes slowing you down. Your gun bounced along your waist still slung from the shoulder strap. At the last moment, you both ducked beneath the string of the boobytrap. 

As the flames spread, smoke began to fan out. The smoky smell of human flesh was unforgettable. Your fingers tightened around Hyunjin’s hand as you laughed. He couldn’t help, but be mesmerized by you. 

He assumed the two of you would get to Dong-Seo and kill him, but he never thought the two of you would be soaked in blood and running from a burning building. Your footsteps echoed down the second floor of the empty hall. 

The momentum caused your hair to be pulled back. You sucked in a gulp of air and continued running. Your hand was starting to sweat, but you didn’t care. You were still in your manic episode, full of caffeine, and now giddy with love. 

As you reached the first floor, nearly at the door, there was suddenly a loud boom. The whole building rattled and a sharp crack filled the air. “Run!” You cried out with wide eyes. 

“What the fuck was that?” Hyunjin called after you. 

You didn’t respond as you tugged him out the entrance. You pulled him away from the building, through the grass, and towards his car. “We’ve gotta go! Now! The cops are going to be here soon! Someone is definitely calling emergency services after that.” 

You let go of Hyunjin’s hand and rushed into the passenger’s side. You removed the strap from your shoulders, turned on the safety, and threw the gun in the backseat. Hyunjin added the safety to his pistol and pushed it towards you. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Yeah, it would have freaked you out.” 

“What was that?” 

“My defaulted grenade.” 

“You said that was a replica!” 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “I might have lied. I knew if I would have told you it was a dud, you would have panicked and freaked out.” 

“You nearly got us both killed!” 

“But I didn’t, so you’re welcome again.” 

Hyunjin started up the car, shifted the gear, and sped off. The car bounced over the gravel path. Sirens began to wail in the distance. Hyunjin shook his head and glanced over at you. 

You were in the passenger’s seat glancing back over at the building that was now collapsed. Dong-Seo’s body was covered beneath the wreckage of bricks. Bodies of his men had been crushed and burnt. Shockingly, licks of flames were still creeping over some parts of the wreckage. 

“You’re a fucking psychopath, you know that?” He finally got out. 

You shrugged, “you must like it though. If I remember right, you did kiss me back. I didn’t force you to do that.” 

“Yeah, well, I-” He paused. “You know, I don’t have anything to defend myself with. You’re psychotic and insane. The next time you’re having a manic episode, you should te-” 

“And a caffeine boost,” you added, “I’ve had so many energy drinks.” 

“Oh, for fucks sake! Next time, tell me, so you don’t nearly get us both killed!” 

“I don’t know, I kinda like being like this. Next time, we should blow something up. What do you say?” 

“I say I’m taking you to my headquarters and you’re drinking some water and taking a nap before your heart explodes.” 

“That’s not fun.” 

“I never said it was, but if we’re going to become a thing, you’re going to take care of your health. You need to be in tip-top shape if we’re gonna merge our gangs together.” 

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widened. “You wanna do that? You wanna merge groups?” 

“Why not? You need more guys and so do I. We already have pledged loyalty and we like each other. Might as well put it to good use.” 

“I think I might love you.” 

“That’s the mania talking.” 

“Nah,” you shook your head, “it’s the way you keep licking your lips and you can’t stop staring at me.” 

“Shut up and go to sleep.” 

“Make me.” 

“You really are a pain in my ass.” 

“The biggest prolapse around.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and you laughed. A loud siren suddenly appeared and a cop car flew by followed by another. They took no interest in your bloody appearances due to the tint on the vehicle’s windows. 

Hyunjin watched them speed off in his rearview mirror. Once they were gone, he glanced over and his russet eyes met yours. All the two of you could do was grin at each other and speed off into the distance.

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fuck managers and fuck corporate. my team leads said we’d be coached immediately if seen wearing a hoodie or a hat like a beanie unless we were backroom staffing only but CLEARLY that’s not the case bc at least three of my coworkers wear one or both of those things every fucking day. my hoodies are the only really warm clothes i have and my long sleeve shirts do fuck all in single digit weather. i can’t afford an actually decent coat and and even if i did all the ones of the shelf have hoods. i’ve told my leads that that i don’t have anything else but they gave me the “bUt iF tHErE’s a shOotEr tHe pOLice wOn’T kNOw wHO’s wHO 🥺🥺” like girl is my bright blue vest not enough? maybe they could use their fucking eyeballs??? idk i guess i’ll just fucking freeze

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[danieldeepwebs]

misc. ashe hcs in no particular order

she/they transgirl but thats basically canon. started e post trickster

has had that same black beanie for like 10 years. its not fucked up or anything its just really old

keeps things FOREVER. if you look around her room theres toys from when she was a kid and books she finished ages ago that she holds on to

their ROOM. broke teens make do. only one or two posters are actual posters, the rest are just printed out. she puts pretty much anything on her wall like cute tags, stickers, etc. christmas lights up so she doesnt have to turn on the Big Light. not messy but very cluttered. will repurpose anything as a decoration

she doesnt like showing a lot of skin, only her arms if its hot out

warrior cats kid. at one point in her childhood she was reading about one book a day and took about 10 home from the library whenever they went. evolved into a creepypasta phase

selective mutism. has ok days (can talk comfortably with people they are familiar with) and very bad days (will not talk to anyone, might be able to write/type)

goth :) doesn’t wear a lot of makeup (overstimulating also attention grabbing) but she’s into the music and style

her basic outfit formula is big shirt + big skirt. usually solid colors but she likes plaid and stripes also. not big shoes (although heelys are kinda clunky) but big leg warmer. long sleeve under short sleeve if theyre getting a little crazy with it

absurd amount of blankets and pillows. a concerning amount. they dont even bother making the bed or anything bc there is nothing to make. diy padded cell for enrichment

trickster wing wingspan is about 6 feet across and goes down to their calves when theyre folded up. she doesnt have enough control to fly (i dont think she would want too anyway) but she can extend/fold them at will. they twitch a lot when around the wisps though

they got too stressed about picking a name for her dog, so her name is Dog

undiagnosed bpd and maladaptive daydreaming disorder

likes long/lore dense games liked red dead redemption, sdv, persona, etc etc. but will play anything if its with someone else (shooters w dakota, horror/puzzle w will, rpgs w vyncent). she likes animal jam too

would sneak out precanon when they knew mark wouldnt be home for at least a day. she never went too far out, but its how she knows her way around the surrounding area

pre trickster she had some mobility issues with not being able to stand for too long, but didn’t have aids because she wasn’t going anywhere anyways (also she didn’t want to say anything about the pain). post trickster they got a lot worse, so she uses either forearm crutches or a wheelchair

studying criminology and computer science

[allthecolorsotherainbow]

Descriptions

Adding onto my previous post about the SOULs!

Basil (Bravery):

Basil is 5’8” with light brown skin. He has freckles across his upper arms and cheeks, and his eyes are a vibrant amber. He wears silver, wire framed glasses which have a crack on the bottom-right corner of the left frame. His hair is curly and light brown in color, going down to the middle of his neck. His clothing as of falling consists of a white t-shirt, jean shorts which have a tear running along the bottom of the left side of them, long dark gray socks, and black, worn sneakers. He also has a small, black backpack which he keeps on his back and an orange bandana.

Petula (Patience):

Petula is 4’8” with tanned white skin. Her left eye is an icy blue while her right eye is a glossy white. Her hair is straight and blonde, tied into low pigtails that go to her shoulders. Red ribbons are used to hold the pigtails in place. Her outfit consists of a light gray shirt that has a rainbow symbol on the center of it, with a pastel blue jacket alongside a light blue, knee-length skirt. She has fluffy, white, knee-high socks along with dark gray crocs. She holds a toy knife from a play set.

Briar (Kindness):

Briar is 6’2” with dark brown skin. Her eyes are emerald green. Her hair is back and tied up in beaded braids, the beads being a dark, transparent green. It goes down past her mid-back but above her waist. Her outfit consists of a white, short sleeved crop-top alongside ripped jeans, black socks, and white sneakers. She has an apron tied around her waist and burn scars littered across her hands and upper arms. She holds an old, rusting frying pan.

Pine (Perseverance):

Pine is 5’4” with white skin. Their eyes are a pastel purple and their hair is long and wavy, dyed indigo. Their hair goes down to just around their mid-back, left loose. Their outfit consists of a navy blue sweater along with turquoise shorts. They wear black, thick framed, rectangular glasses that are used to help tuck their hair behind their ears. They don’t have shoes, instead just having dark yellow socks that are turning black on the bottoms due to dirt. They hold a well-loved notebook and a purple mechanical pencil.

Cozbi (Integrity):

Cozbi is 5’11” with light brown skin, dark brown freckles littered across his nose, cheeks, arms, and legs. His eyes are a dark blue, though they are mostly covered by his hair. His hair is short and wavy, going down to just above his shoulders while dark brown in color. Their outfit consists of a dark purple, long-sleeved shirt with a large star embroidered into the center of it along with a dark blue skirt that has crocheted stars hanging off the edges of it in a circle around the entire skirt. They also have black tights and light purple ballet shoes. They mainly use their ballet shoes during a fight, but hold an old quarter-staff.

Clover (Justice):

Clover is 5’2” with tanned white skin. Their eyes are a dark, mustard yellow. They have long, dirty blond hair which is tied into a low ponytail tied up with a yellow hair tie. Their hair goes down to just past their neck. Their outfit consists of a milk chocolate brown long-sleeved shirt along with a dark brown, sleeveless vest along with a belt with a golden buckle and dark blue jeans. Their shoes are short, brown boots that add another inch to their height. Alongside their outfit they wear a cowboy hat and a yellow bandana with blue spots. They wield a toy four-shooter loaded with rubber bullets.

Frisk (Determination):

Frisk is 5 feet tall with light brown skin. Their eyes, when open, are bright red. Their dark brown hair is close-cropped to their chin, unevenly cut. Their bangs are clearly hand-cut, uneven and choppy and slightly covering their right eye. Their outfit consists of a blue and purple striped shirt along with shorts that go to just below their knee. They wear light and dark brown sandals and have bandages littering their face and knees. They carry a stick that they had snapped off a tree branch.

[sunshinerapmonster]

The Saregeant's Daughter - Chapter 17 Jay

"so I was wondering if you're free tomorrow night at 7:30?"

Chicago PD S7 E17: Before the fall

Watched them lower the coffin to the ground with white flowers covering the top. Tears were sliding down my face my emotions were just numb, Madeline held onto my left arm.

The unit along with Firehouse 51 and some of Will and Madeline's friends from work stood around us.

"May he Rest In Peace" the father said as those words brought me out of my thoughts.

Dirt was thrown into the deep hole I took a deep breath before I turned to look at Madeline pleading with her for us to leave.

She nodded her head and I followed her out, Hank stared at us as I held her hand.

Madeline was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt with black jeans and a long white coat. And as always she was wearing her heels but this time they were red bottoms.

We arrived at my car and opened the door for her and closed before I got in myself.

"Jay takes a deep breath okay," Madeline said turning to face me and grabbing both my hands.

I nodded my head and took a deep breath I heard her counting in the background of my breathing.

"Why don't I drive us back?" She said.

"No, it's fine uhh let's get breakfast," I said before starting the car and driving off.

-

It's been two weeks since we laid him down to rest and now I'm back at work I couldn't stay at home alone with my thoughts, Madeline was visiting me a lot and I stayed with her we gotta closer with those two weeks, I decided I was going to ask her out on a date after work today I was ready to make the relationship we had serious.

"Got an update on the girl?" Hank asked as Kim placed a picture of the little girl on the board.

"Yeah. Willa Marie James, ten years old. Was walking out of a field house, from orchestra rehearsal, when she caught the stray bullet. One in a million, Sarge. She's out of surgery, stable but critical. Family's with her" Kim said sitting by her desk.

"The deceased male is Brooks Campbell, 33. Identified and documented as the head of the Rollin Avers gang" Adam said placing the picture on the wall.

"So we convinced exactly one witness to talk, said the shooter Wales straight up, fired, and ran," Antonio said reading from his notepad, "But the guy was totally covered up, gloves, hoodie, jacket. Couldn't tell what race he was. Couldn't even tell if he was a he"

"Hell of a witness," Kevin said walking up.

"Well, he did give us one thing, though. Said the shooter fled the scene in an old school Pontiac, an Aztec" Kim said underlining Pontiac Aztec, "No plates, though"

"There's not many of those on the road. I just put out a BOLO" Adam said.

"Any casings recovered at the scene? We hear back from Ballistics?" Hank said.

"There's nothing yet, I'm gonna stay on," I said as he turned to face me.

"Okay, good. Meantime let's dig into this rival gang theory"

"I talked to the gang unit. They said that the Rollin Avers' biggest rival is the West side Jokers. They deal dope on the other side of Emerald Ave. They used to beef, but they've been quiet for a while" I said.

"Well, it ain't quiet now. Someone just walked in their front yard, and took out their top guy. Listen we don't move fast we got a gang war on our hands, you understand?" Hank said looking at all of us, "All those people out there who wouldn't talk to us? They all know more than we do. You can bet they all want revenge, too"

"Sarge, POD footage from the park. Caught some of the action" Vanessa said walking towards Hank with Hailey behind her holding a laptop in her hands.

Hailey placed the computer down on Kim's desk as we all circled her, "So you can't see the shooter— he's off screen—but there's Brooks Campbell, leaning against the fence there. Seed he gets hit with the first shot. And then the guy unloads five more, gets Willa in the back there" she said as she zoomed in on something else, "But check this guy out, on the side here. He's just standing there. He's got a clear view of the whole thing"

"Hold on, I talked to him at the park," Antonio said walking towards his desk.

"Mm-hmm"

"Remember the guy?"

"Yeah"

"Didn't see a damn thing"

"Okay, we got a name for this guy?" Hank asked Adam.

"Yeah, it's Lamar Garrison— Brooks Campbell number two," Antonio said reading his notes.

-

Running out of the car with my gun out I chased one of the suspects.

"Hey stop stop"

"Chicago Police! Drop the gun!"

"Stop what you doing"

"Hands up! Hands up!"

"Get on the ground!"

"Drop the gun! Hands up, hands up!"

"JoJo McGinnis! Where are you going?" I yelled at him as he made a run for it.

I ran after him with my gun out in front of me, as I made my way upstairs of the house I quickly checked each room till I saw a shadow.

"Police!"

He ran into the room as he was about to climb a ladder I caught up to him and pushed him down onto the ground.

"We do, JoJo? Or you wanna keep going?" I asked him as I kept my gun pointed at him," Roll over, put your hands behind your back. Roll over!"

"All right, man," he said as rolled over.

I put my gun away and cuffed him up, "You got anything on you?"

"No, man. Ow, man!"

"Offender in custody," I said into my radio.

Yeah, copy that

"Get up, get up. Go"

-

I put a plastic bag that contained evidence, "found that at your place" I said, "Ran some tests, it's a very serious narcotic. 2C-B, party drug"

"Yeah, and it weighed in north of 15 grams. That's a minimum of six years with weapons" Hank said as he placed pictures of the gun in front of him, "Gives us plenty of time to hit you with the murders too"

"Murders?" He said confused as he looked at both of us.

"The shooting last night. You know, the one that killed Brooks Campbell and Willa James" Hank said placing down the pictures of the victims in front of him, "Ten-year-old Willa James"

"Whoa, man. I wasn't involved in any of that"

"We're a little cynical, JoJo. So you might wanna give us more than that" I said staring at him.

"Look, I liked Brooks Campbell. We were making bank in that park, talking about going into business together. I had no reason to harm him. None."

"Okay, so where were you last night?" I asked him.

"Out with some friends"

"Tell us where"

"I can't"

"I figured," Hank said as he stood up from leaning up against the table, "So we hit him with the drugs, the weapons, and we'll just keep investigating the murder," Hank said as we picked up the pictures.

"Okay, man, okay. But you can't tell nobody, the people in my line of work aren't so understanding"

"Just tell us where you were, JoJo" Hank spat out.

-

"Thanks," I said as I placed the phone down, "Hey, Sarge," I said walking towards his office.

"Yeah"

"I just off the phone with the manager of the Flame," I said entering his office.

"Huh"

"And JoJos telling the truth. He was there from 7:00 to 10:00. There's video. It's a bust" I said looking at him as he sat at his desk.

"It keeps coming back to Lamar Garrison"

"I mean, the only thing we know for sure is that Garrison didn't do it, from the video," I said.

"Yeah, but he keeps lying about it, you know?" He said as he stood up from his seat," he lied to us at the scene, and he lied to Frank when he ID'd the wrong shooter"

"Do you wanna bring Garrison in?"

"No, we do that, it burns Frank as our CI. It's a death sentence" he said.

"Then we don't have a case. And there's nothing on the getaway car, either. We're back to square one" I said explaining the facts.

"All right, grab Hailey, hit the streets, just start knocking on doors. See if we can figure out what was on in that neighborhood before the shootings"

"All right," I said walking out of his office.

-

Pulling up to the neighborhood me and Hailey got out of my truck.

"So the Jokers run the west side of the park. The Avers, the east side. We got a bunch of teenagers pumped up on the testosterone and pride, slinging dope right next to each other" Hailey said as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Yeah, what could go wrong?" I said.

"And these poor people live right in the deans of it"

We stopped at one house that had two civilians outside, "How are you guys doing today?" I asked them if gunfire was heard.

"Police!"

"Stop!"

Me and Hailey had our guns pointed at the car that was coming towards us.

They fired at us and Hailey returned fire breaking the window, and the car crushed against a parked car. We ran towards the car.

"Police! Get your hands out of the car!" I yelled at them with a gun out.

"Hands up, now!"

"Get your hands out of the car, now!"

"Okay, okay"

"You even blink, we will shoot you," I said pointing my gun at them from the window.

"Don't move!"

"Get out of the car. On the ground, now" I said pulling one of the suspects onto the ground, "On the ground, face down. You got me?"

"Yeah"

"Get on the ground, face down. Do not move!"

"5021 Henry, we got shots fired two offenders in custody—" Hailey said into her radio as heard screaming coming from somewhere.

"You got this?" Hailey asked as she walked backward towards the crying.

"Yeah, I'm good, go," I said and she started running towards the crying.

"5021 George, shots fired, 600 black of Wells, Dolton Park," I said into my radio.

-

"Sarge" Hailey said as we walked into the office.

"Go"

"DOA is Tyler Hamilton, 17 years old. Well—know member with the West Side Jokers" Hailey said.

"Shooters?"

"Two up-and-comers with the Rolling Avers" Hailey said.

"They are both downstairs being processed. Both juveniles" I said.

"Wars officially on, Sarge"

"Hmm. All right, put this on my desk" he said giving Hailey his gun, "Call holding, have them send JoHo up to interview one" he said before walking away.

-

My phone started ringing and saw Madeline's name on my screen, a small smile formed on my face I picked up the call.

"Hello, Jay! How's work going?" She said I just knew a smile was on her face.

"Hey, work going great what about you?" I said turning the chair to look at Hanks's office door.

"Great been busy meeting new people and treating them," she said.

"That's good, so I was wondering if you're free tomorrow night at 7:30?" I asked her as I bit my lip.

The line went quiet for 30 seconds and I started to freak out thinking she would say no, "Are you finally asking me out on a date Halstead" she said teasing me.

I laughed, "Yes, I'm asking you on a date Sanchez so are you free tomorrow night?" I asked again.

"Yes, I'm free tomorrow," she said giggling.

I smiled at her answer," Great I will see you tomorrow night"

"See you tomorrow night bye Jay have a safe and good shift"

"You as well," I said.

The phone call ended and I turned back to face my computer only to be greeted with Kim Hailey and Vanessa standing in front of my desk.

"Date huh?" Kim said crossing her arms against her chest.

I nodded my head in confusion as they all stared me down.

"Good luck on your date Madeline is a very expensive girl," Hailey said chucking.

"She was given everything she ever wanted and was never told No," Antonio said from his desk.

"She's an easy girl, hopefully, she makes it hard for you," Vanessa said smiling at me.

-

"All right we got any news?" Hank said walking towards his office.

"Yeah, the patrol found the getaway car, the Pontiac Aztec that was used in the park shooting," Kim said from her desk," it was burned to a crisp, but they were able to lift prints off the flare cap that was used to torch it"

"Yeah, the prints belong to this guy," Vanessa said standing up from her desk and holding up a picture of the suspect as she placed it on the board, "Sean Alter, 26 and it's his car. We confirmed it with the VIN from the engine block. I mean, bottom line— the dude torched his own car. Her s his rap sheet" Vanessa said heading back towards her desk, "he's a small-time dirtbag from Cicero"

"It's clear on the other side of the town from the park," I said.

"Yeah, so now we just have to figure out if Alter not only torched his own car, but also shot Willa and Brooks Campbell" Kim said.

"All right, so let's pay him a visit. If he's home, talk to him. If he's not, we do a sneak and peek off the books. We were never there. Unless we find something. Then we'll do some creative writing" Hank said walking towards his office before he stopped," Oh, yeah, I got one more thing. Just got off the phone with the Chief of Detectives. He wants us to play nice with Homicide on this one. Means that little sweetheart from the park— what's his name?" He said turning to look at Adam and Kevin.

"Staples. He's gonna be joining us"

"You're kidding," Adam said.

"It's what it is," Hank said.

"So, what, we gotta get him up to speed before we can track down Alter?" Hailey said.

"Hell no, no, you guys do you thing. I'm gonna send him over to Dolton Park, have him canvass"

-

"Garrisons was moving the corporation in a way that Brooks did not want to go. That's only gonna end one way. One winner, One loser" Staples said as me and Hailey walked back into the room.

"Explains why Garrison went through so many hoops to get it done. It was a power play. And at the end of it, he needed the loyalty of his troops. He had to use an outsider" Kim said.

"Well, our best move is to find Alter and get him to flip on Garrison"

"Sarge, we think we got him," Hailey said.

"Explain"

"Pings put him in Lawndale. His family owned a bar there, closed down three years ago" Hailey said.

"Alter and Garrisons had been in constant contact since before the shooting. Alters has been dating at this car the last couple of days, and the most recent ping was two hours ago" I said.

"All right, so let's hit this place"

-

We pulled up to the bar got out of our vehicles and stood on the side of the door.

I opened the door and walked with the rest of the team behind me.

When a shot was heard I made my way towards that area Voight had his gun pointed at a suspect before Kevin handcuffed him.

"Body!" Vanessa said.

"It's Alter"

We stood around the body he was shot right in the head.

"Sarge"

"Uh-huh"

"He got a muzzle burn on his eyebrows, no GSR on his hands, no sign of defensive wounds anywhere. He lies right where he was hit, so it looks look he knew his killer" I said.

"Yeah, he did. It was his old cellmate. We know the whole damn story. The problem is, we still got nothing on Lamar Garrison" Voight said.

"He's sitting on the Rollin Avers throne as we speak"

"All right, so we got to talk to Frank Rochester one more time," Voight said looking at both me and Kevin.

-

I put down the bucket on the ground and grabbed my radio.

"Rochesters here. Here we go" I said into my radio.

Copy. I'm in a position

I checked through the hole of the gate that was covered in a green fabric, "Garrison just pulled up"

Copy

"He's making a move for the truck. He's grabbing a black bag. It looks good. It's weighed and squared off"

I got out of the truck as Kevin pulled up and got out.

"All right, he's going in," I said into my radio.

"Damn it move in go go" Voight yelled into his radio.

I walked into the church as Vanessa was already inside yelling at them.

"Get on the ground!"

"Get on your knees!"

"Hands!"

"Let him go!"

"Keep those hands up right there!"

"Hands!"

"Stay right there, don't move"

"Get up"

"Get on your knees. Hands where I can see you"

-

"All right, thanks," I said putting the phone down, "Ballistics just confirmed. The gun we found in Lamar Garrisons' car is the gun that killed Sean Alter" I said sitting on the corner of Hailey's desk.

"That's the last piece"

"Yeah"

"Hey, let's finish that charging sheet and complaints. I'll get it over to the States Attorney" Staples said.

"I'll call Willa's parents, and tell them we got the guy," Kim said.

"Start in the park in chronological order. Start with Lamar Garrison" Staples said walking up the board, "Got a solicitation of first-degree murder—

"Frank Rochester probably won't see tomorrow, you know," Voight said cutting off Staples, "Yeah, his skulls cracked open, bleeding on the brain. All his ribs are broken"

"Did it right, Voight. Did it by the book" He said.

"Not my book. I told you I had an unarmed officer and a CI inside that church"

"We made the arrest. That's the only thing that matters—" he said walking towards Hank.

"I gave you a direct order—" Voight screamed.

"I don't work for you—" he yelled Voight sent a punch his way.

As he hit the ground I bit my lip because I saw that coming he probably didn't. That's why you never mess with Voight.

We all walked back to our desks like nothing happened as he stayed on the ground grunting out in pain.

Jay Master List

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[spaceistheplaceart]

okay as promised here is my cringe - mp100 x Black Rock Shooter AU

little bit of explanation because BRS is criminally underrated and so nobody's gonna know what's going on if i don't:

There's the Real World and Other World. In the Other World are the Other Selves (on the bottom there) which are basically their real life counterparts hearts. So... if you get hurt emotionally in the real world, your Other Self fights it off in the Other World to lessen your pain.

Even shorter summary: if your friend calls you a bitch and you are sad, your other self fights your friends other self and if your other self wins, you aren't as sad. But if your other self loses, you are more sad.

every other self has their own worlds...

and if an Other Self dies, then the pain they were fighting off gets forgotten by the Real Self.

this post is a mess but that's why it's cringe. anyways ID under cut for the images:

First Image:

A character lineup. On the top row is Ritsu, Reigen, Mob, and Teruki. Ritsu and Mob are wearing school uniforms that consist of a tie, a button up shirt, and a coat over the shirt. They are both wearing tennis shoes. Reigen looks the same as he does in the anime, and Teruki has his Season One look but his uniform is a little bit different. He has on a button up shirt, a loose tie, a vest, and then a coat over it.

The bottom row shows their 'other selves'. Ritsu's other self is "Silver Storm Breaker". He has gray skin and spiky hair that covers the right side of his face. He is wearing a cropped green hoodie with a large zipper and a teardrop shape on his right breast pocket. He is wearing black shorts and socks that have holes cut out for the heels and toes. On his arms are half sleeves that begin below the shoulder and end at the wrist. His eyes are green, and he is wielding a very large spoon. On his side is a small green pouch.

Reigen's other self is labelled "still figuring out a name for this fuck" with a few name ideas scribbled beside him: "gold something" "black gold claw" "gold claw champion". Reigen's other self has dark gray skin, a cold expression, and orange eyes and hair. He is wearing a white button up with black sleeves. It is buttoned up all the way. He's wearing a black and white striped vest over it, with two thin stripes on either side of the middle and one large stripe down the center. Where a tie should be there is a lock, vaguely shaped like a heart. His pants are striped black and white. His shoes are loafers with small orange heels. His left hand is a large mechanized claw with orange/gold accents. It has three prongs that end in sharp edges.

Mob's other self is called "Shigeo". He is a black, ominous, silhouette with blue eyes that are narrowed in disdain. his legs end in black wisps like flames instead of feet, and black energy simmers around his feet.

Teruki's other self is called "Perseverance". He has light gray skin and long flowing blonde hair that covers his eyes. He is wearing a black romper with shorts and a thick belt with a yellow ribbon around it. The front of the black romper has a yellow stripe up it and there is a golden sash/belt across his chest. On his back are mechanized bird's wings that are gray with golden yellow accents. The feathers are each attached by the ends to a sharp metal frame. The same goes for the tail feathers. Perseverance is not touching the ground.

SECOND IMAGE:

The Fortress (Shigeo's World). It is a large fortress with giant chains surrounding it with locks on them. The fortress walls are disturbed by giant, bent, silverware and a few statues of people, also twisted. The door is heavily locked and boarded up.

Below, labelled "Barrier/Prison", is an image of Shigeo sitting in the middle of a ton of multicoloured shields surrounding him.

THIRD IMAGE:

A comic. Mob has his hands together and looks nervous. He says: "Hanazawa... I'm sorry, I never really apologized for what I did to you... I- I really regre-"

Hanazawa cuts him off. "I'm sorry, I wish I could forgive you, but... I don't know what you're apologizing for..."

Mob looks up, surprised.

Hanazawa has a giant wig on, with the same bangs from his Season One hairstyle, and looks confused and concerned. "Have we... met before?"

In the background a decapitated and de-winged Perseverance is shown.

FOURTH IMAGE:

Reigen is hunched over under a streetlight, having just vomited. He groans. We see his face, drooling and eyes unfocused.

It cuts to Reigen's Other Self. He is being choked out by Shigeo, who at that moment snaps the Other Self's neck. Orange blood comes out of the other self's mouth and nose.

Back to Reigen, who is still hunched under the street lamp. The camera is zoomed out.

Reigen straightens up and wipes his mouth. "Huh? What was I doing?" He looks confused and dazed.

FIFTH IMAGE:

Reigen looks at Dimple. He says: "I'm sorry... but I don't know who this "Mob" kid is. I've never had a "student".

END ID

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 81 🔞

Prompt: Part 2 of the YoonKook Snow White AU

Tags: Attempted murder, actual murder

Yoongi sighed as he put on the darker foundation. Guys shouldn’t wear makeup because they had to. Guys should wear makeup because they wanted to. It was the only way to hide his freakishly pale skin. He’d gotten full sleeve tattoos that went onto the tops of his hands on both arms as soon as he was old enough. His left arm was an apple tree that was slowly fading from full bloom to dying. His right arm was a phoenix swirling up from ashes. That left only his face & neck that needed to be covered daily. He’d dyed his hair a deep red, but the upkeep was a huge pain in the ass. The black seemed to insist on growing out immediately. His lip color was the hardest to control. He put a nude lipstick on to tone down the red, but it rubbed off after a few hours. Neither of his parents had looked like freaks. He wondered why he did.

“Yoon! Hurry up!” his roommate Taehyung yelled.

“Coming!” he yelled back. He sprayed on the setting spray and met Taehyung in the hall to leave for work.

“Can’t you just accept that you’re stupid pale instead of taking forever in the bathroom like a beauty queen?” Taehyung huffed.

“You’ll never get it,” Yoongi tried not to glare at him. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. I can get to work on my own.”

“Maybe that’s my quirk,” Taehyung nudged him in the shoulder. Yoongi nudged him back and almost knocked him over.

“You were bitching at me 2 minutes ago. I assume that’s because you wanted to leave?” Yoongi said.

“Being late is a lot less forgivable now that you aren’t fucking the manager,” Taehyung pointed out. Taehyung was referring to Jimin. He and Yoongi had broken up last month. Jimin had claimed he wanted to see other people. Yoongi knew he just couldn’t take how he looked without the makeup. He looked like he belonged in a vampire novel rather than real life. He refused to tattoo his whole body so when his face was clean and his shirt was off, he practically glowed. He wore long pants all year to cover his legs. He could barely look at himself naked. He couldn’t blame Jimin for not being able to handle it.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi sighed.

When they got to work, the place was almost empty except for a guy sitting at the counter. He looked a few years older than Yoongi. He had shaggy dark hair & was wearing old jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots. Even if the place had been full, he still would’ve stood out. Yoongi clocked in, tied on his apron, and went over to where the guy was sitting.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked. The guy looked up at him almost like he was staring through him.

“Just a refill on the coffee, thanks,” he said. Yoongi dutifully refilled his coffee and walked away.

“He’s been here for at least an hour. All he’s had is coffee,” Jimin said. “It’s like he’s waiting for someone.”

“It’s not like we’re busy,” Taehyung said. The three of them tried not to stare as the guy took a sip of his coffee then checked his phone. He put it away without responding to anything. Jimin went back into the back and Taehyung started rolling silverware to kill time before the dinner crowd came in. Yoongi walked back over to the mystery man.

“Sure I can’t get you anything other than coffee?” he asked. The guy opened his mouth to say something and then the door dinged. Another guy came in who didn’t look too different than the one Yoongi was looking at. It felt like time slowed down as Yoongi watched him pull a gun and aim it at him.

“Get down!” the guy jumped over the counter and pushed Yoongi onto the floor. He landed on top of him and held him down.

“Don’t move,” he pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans and shot in the direction of the initial shooter. Yoongi heard a wet cry and the sound of a body hitting the ground. The guy knelt next to him.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Other than you landing on me, I’m fine,” Yoongi said. “What’s going on?”

“He was trying to kill you,” the man replied.

“What? Why?” Yoongi asked.

“Because your stepfather put a price on your head,” he told him.

“How do you know that?” Yoongi asked.

“Because I was sent to kill you, too,” he replied. Yoongi recoiled and started to crawl away. The guy grabbed his arm and stopped him. “In case you didn’t notice, I just saved your life.”

“How do I know you didn’t do that just to kill me and take the reward for yourself?” Yoongi asked.

“How long did I have to kill you and your friends with no witnesses?” He asked.

“Oh,” Yoongi said when he thought about it.

“You’re welcome by the way,” the guy stood up. “Everybody okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi heard the chorus of voices. The guy went over to the door, locked it, and changed the sign over to ‘Closed’.

“Help me move this dead jackass,” he looked over at Taehyung. He tentatively got up and grabbed one of the dead would be assassin’s arms. “You got anything that can break a sternum around here?”

“Maybe, why?” Jimin asked.

“Because I need to cut out his heart,” the guy replied.

“Okay, time out. What the fuck is going on here?” Taehyung asked.

“Yoongi’s stepfather hired me to kill him. As proof of death, I’m supposed to send him your heart,” the guy looked at Yoongi. Yoongi tried to stifle a dry heave.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m an interrogator. I get answers from people. I don’t murder innocent people to satisfy some megalomaniac’s ego,” he replied.

“Before we cut open some guy’s chest, can I at least know your name?” Yoongi asked.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook,” he said. “Now let’s get this done before he starts to stiffen up.”

[toournextadventure]

I'm trying to do a tasm costume thing but right now the only thing I know for sure is a yes are the web shooters everything else I'm second guessing 😭

I was gonna wear the tasm 1 suit (my fav suit) except in long sleeved compressed shirt form so I basically get to wear the top part without having to unzip myself every time I need to take a piss

And then I was gonna do jeans or sweatpants cause it's like a callback to peter b. plus all those bts of Andrew in sweatpants

I really gotta start ordering everything to see what's working and what isn't. Struggling to find the golden lensed mask from tasm 1 tho

PETER B. The man, the myth, the legend, we LOVE him in this house. But also highkey same, might add some sweats but mainly because I'm only wearing it to work and like... I need SOME form of comfy during the day

But also you're a genius? I was not taking bathroom breaks into consideration? See, you just saved me cause I still have time to readjust and plan, you're a real one

TASM spiderman is just 🤌 like you can't get any better. Good luck with the mask though, you'll find it, you got this ✊️

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GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME :  Léon Antonio Sepúlveda Castillo . NICKNAME(S) : Lee . NAME MEANING : Léon - lion , Antonio - Spanish form of Antonius , Sepúlveda - derived from the Spanish to bury , Castillo - Spanish cognate of castle . AGE : Appears about 38 . DATE OF BIRTH : October 24 , 1939 . PLACE OF BIRTH : Mérida , Yucatan , Mexico . CURRENT LOCATION : Tecate , California , United States of America . ETHNICITY : Mexican , Filipino . GENDER : Cis man . PRONOUNS : He / Him . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic . RELIGION : Catholic , non - practicing but he is spiritual . OCCUPATION : Blacksmith by trade , gunsmith . Former US Army Specialist . EDUCATION LEVEL : High school diploma , training provided by the United States Army . Lee has a certification and license to legally blacksmith . EXTRACURRICULAR : Fixing and tuning all sorts of vehicles including cars , trucks , and motorcycles . The occasional video game ... with a preference for arpg's ( he's been going hard at diablo iv , don't @ him ) and the occasional shooter . Social drinking . LIVING ARRANGEMENTS : A modest 2 bedroom 1.5 bath house . He uses a shed for his smithing work and his decor is simple . His house is clean , thankfully he's not a slob , but it looks very bare bones as far as personality goes .  FINANCIAL STATUS : More well - off than he looks . He lives modestly .  SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT : His voice is a touch higher in tone than one might expect at a first glance of him , however it is by no means high . Lee has a California-Mexican accent ... which is to say , he was born in Mexico and raised for a good chunk of his life first in Oakland , Cali and later in Tecate . He never lost his accent , but it's not as thick as it once was when he lived in Mexico and spent time around family . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Spanish , English . VOICECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .  HAIR COLOR AND STYLE : Dark brown , nearly black . The back and sides have a gradual fade shaved into them while the top is longer . He typically slick it back . He also sports a well - maintained beard around his chin , with scruff along the rest of his face . COMPLEXION : Tan skin , without blemishes . However he does look a little older than he is .  EYE COLOR : Dark brown . EYESIGHT : 20 / 20 . HEIGHT : 6'3" .  WEIGHT : 193 lbs . BODY AND BUILD : Lee is , for lack of a better descriptor , built like a brick shithouse . He's tall , broad , and muscular . He works out rigorously to keep in shape and has a carefully regimented diet to compliment his calorie and protein intake . All to say --- he's a large and physically imposing man .  TATTOOS : Tattoos cover his chest , his left bicep and forearm as well as his inner arm , and his right inner forearm . He has none on his back . They are all varying in personal meaning and aesthetic . PIERCINGS : None presently . Ask him about the dare during service , though .   CLOTHING STYLE : Loose , worn jeans & old work boots , flannel shirts buttoned all the way up his neck but rolled to the quarter - sleeve , zip - up hoodies and fat silver rings adorning his fingers . A long and obnoxious wallet chain . A well - worn leather jacket . DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS : Oddly soft eyes that are disarming , but can turn fierce in an instant . Dog tags tucked often into his shirts . Neatly coiffed facial hair and slicked back hair . Silvered scars across his neck , arms , chest , back , legs , fingers . SIGNATURE SCENT : Warm earth , crushed fall leaves , leather , nicotine , musk and regular - scented Old Spice .

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER( S ) : Unaddressed PTSD . It's theorized he has some form of anger management issue , as well . PHYSICAL DISORDER(S) :  None . ALLERGIES : Seasonal , mostly tree pollen . SLEEPING HABITS : Stomach sleeper . Because of military conditioning he often goes 4 hours at a pop with a max of 6 . EATING HABITS : A bit of a health nut . Lee is big on proteins and healthy meals , but indulges in red meat when he can . He loves a nice steak , and he'll swear by his mother's home made tamales . SOCIABILITY : A bit of a chatty Cathy in the right settings , Lee is known to be serious with a streak of dark humor and sarcasm to him . If you're someone he's closer or more comfortable with he's hardly ever serious , but his delivery is mostly dry . BODY TEMPERATURE : Considering he's a werewolf , his average body temperature is about 105 . ADDICTIONS : Nicotine and caffeine . DRUG USE : Smoke a little weed when he was a teenager but quickly grew out of it . ALCOHOL USE : Socially , but if he's going to indulge it's going to be with alcohol .

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptable , attractive , challenging , charismatic , driven , detail - oriented , focused , passionate , precise , & thorough . NEGATIVE TRAITS : Aggressive , brutal , destructive , dominating , flighty , malicious , narcissistic , sarcastic , unhinged , & vindictive . LIKES : Guns , cigarettes , time alone but also social time , clubbing , his bike , cats , heavy summer rain and thunderstorms, autumn , black coffee , & women . DISLIKES : Fake people , politics , kids ( loves his , doesn't like other people's ) , loud mouths , winter , hybrid cars , heights , romance films , country music , & emotional commitment . FEARS : Heights . HABITS : Smoker ( pack - a - day kind ) , excessive coffee - drinker , tends to bounce his leg when he's irritated . GOALS AND AMBITIONS : Just to live , man . ASTROLOGY : Scorpio , but miss him with astrology of any kind . PERSONALITY TYPE : ESTP-A , Entrepreneur . MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral . HOGWARTS HOUSE : Fuck JKR. ELEMENT : Fire . PRIMARY VICE : Lust , wrath . PRIMARY VIRTUE : Diligence . WEATHER : Heavy summer rain and thunderstorms . COLOR : Dark purple and black . MUSIC : Playlist . MOVIE : Alien , Kill Bill .  BOOK : Ender's Game . SPORT : No . BEVERAGE : Coffee , Whiskey straight . FOOD :  Chicken and cheese tamale's , courtesy of his mom . ANIMAL : Cats. SEASON : Fall .

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER : Laura Antonia Castillo Espinosa . FATHER : Jaime Oscar Sepúlveda Montillo ( deceased ) . SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Mariela Torres Jimenez ( fiancée , deceased ) . BEST FRIEND : Love him . EXES : Lee has only ever had one night stands or flings / friends with benefits since Mariela passed away . SIBLING(S) : Angelita Diana Sepúlveda Castillo ( sister , younger ) , Gabriel Diego Sepúlveda Castillo ( brother , younger ) . CHILDREN : His son is still alive , though he doesn't know it . He has a grandson he doesn't know about , as well . EXTENDED FAMILY : A lot of cousins he doesn't talk to . PET(S) : Two calico cats from the same litter - Dottie and Henrie

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[writinghabits1]

Karma Part III

Part 2

Pairing: Ghost x OC

Warning: Swearing, shooting

Summary: A little competition between 141 and Hell's angels. The loser pays the bar tab

A/N Im actually really enjoying writing this series!

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“Endurance,” Fox called out to the group of soldiers. 141 stood mixed in with Hell’s angels on the ranges. The sun burned their skin as the heat was still high, even though it was fading to autumn. “One must be able to compose themselves even when they believe they can’t.”

“You will run two hundred meters, 20 pull-ups and then fire a sniper at a target four hundred meters,” Karma spoke, stepping forward to the group from behind Fox. She wore almost exactly what she wore yesterday. Black combat trousers tied over black boots and a long-sleeved shirt tucked into her trousers. Her black cap shields the sun from her brown eyes. But it didn’t stop Ghost from seeing the small bead of sweat that trickled down just past her left ear. Her hair was tied back today in a small pony at the back of her head, allowing the small breeze to cool off the back of her neck.

“Gaz, you’re up first.” Fox nodded to him as she looked at Glass, “Glass, you too.”

“Tell you what, let’s make this a competition?” Gaz laughed out as Soap smirked and nodded in agreement.

“141 against Hell’s Angels!” Soap called out in an agreement.

“You sure, fellas?” Widow smirked at them. Soap just nodded and looked to Price and Ghost, who stood next to each other. Price gave Ghost a knowing look before sighing and waving his hand out.

“Alright then, what’s the wager?” Price asked with a small smirk.

“The losing team pays for the bar tab tonight.” Fox nodded as she walked over to stand next to Soap, who she would be going up against.

“May the best angels win.” Widow chuckled as she took her place next to Price. Ghost took the spotter scope to watch Glass’s shot while Karma took Gaz.

“Once you fire your shot, you will move to the spotter scope to watch the next shooter,” Karma told them as she adjusted the scope.

“Ready!” Soap was the one to call the start of the race. Gaz and Glass were neck to neck on the run. Gaz quickly moved on from the pull-ups, with Glass only one behind him. Gaz moved next to the sniper in place from him and took up the weapon. Quickly rescoping it to how he needed it, he fired a shot just as Glass rescoped her sniper.

“Hit! Far left!” Karma called out as she moved from the spotter and walked behind Price and Widow, getting ready to take her place.

“Hit! Far right.” Ghost called out before Glass took over Karma’s spotter and Gaz took Ghost’s. Soap and Fox were next, and while Fox quickly overtook Soap in the run, he managed to catch up with her on the pull-ups.

“Hit! Low left,” Gaz called. Fox stood up from her sniper just as Soap fired off his round.

“Hit, High left,” Glass called out Soap’s hit. So far, the teams were in a draw. While they all hit the target, none had hit close to the centre. Then it was Price and Widow. The both of them put everything into it, in the end showing they were evenly matched as both hit almost dead centre of the target. That left Ghost and Karma.

Karma moved her feet as fast as she could; she was known for her agility and speed. She flew ahead by over three meters within the first few minutes. She felt the cool breeze as she ran hit her damp neck as she skidded to a stop next to the pull-up bar. She knew that if she had started the pull-ups simultaneously with Ghost, she would have fallen behind. While she was faster, it was clear that he was stronger. But those few meters on the run gave her a head start. Karma hit twenty and dropped to the ground before rushing to her sniper.

Ghost was not too far behind her as she took control of her weapon. Pressing the butt of the sniper against her shoulder, she wrapped her arm under the weapon just behind the trigger. She grabbed her upper right arm to balance it against the bipod. Her left leg bent up to stabilise her firing position as her cheek pressed against the cheekpiece. She closed her eyes as she pulled in a breath for four seconds, held it for another four and released it over four seconds. She completed this three times to calm her heart and her breathing. Her eyes snapped open on her last breath release, and she aimed. Halfway releasing the breath, she pulled the trigger.

“Hit!” Price called out, “Dead centre.” Just as Ghost released his shot.

“Hit!” Widow yelled. “Dead centre.”

“Well fuck me.” Soap laughed with a single clap of his hands. “Finally, someone to reveal Ghost!” Karma and Ghost stood up, leaving the snipers at the firing point as they walked back to the group.

“So, who won?” Gaz asked, looking around as Fox laughed.

“Us because we had the best shot.”

“If you remember, all shots end the same on each team.” Soap pointed out as Karma smirked at the bickering that ensued. She stood watching, her arms crossed over her front.

“Good shot with the sniper.” Ghost muttered to her as she turned her head to look up at him with a soft smile.

“Thanks, you ain’t bad yourself.” She chuckled as he responded with his chuckle. Karma felt her phone vibrate in her pocket; reaching for it, she pulled it out and opened the text. Ghost immediately felt her demeanour change. The smile on her face dropped instantly, and he could see her neck tense with her shoulders. Her eyes snapped up, and Ghost followed their line of sight. Turns out Captain Price must have also received the same text while looking at his phone. His eyes looked up at Karma before they both put their phones away without a word. Began walking back to the base. Ghost watched, confused, as the two walked off.

“Where are they going?” Gaz looked around while the women stood still, watching their commander walk off.

“You ladies know, don’t you?” Ghost asked as he watched their faces. It wasn’t hard to read their reaction.

“We aren’t just here for training,” Fox muttered as she looked to Widow, who gave her a look as if saying it was not her place to tell. Which it wasn’t.

“What?” Soap asked, confused, “If this involves us, then you need to tell us.”

“You’ll be told when you need to know,” Widow explained, stepping closer to the men. “Which clearly won’t be long.”

Part 4

[themarginalthinker]

On last post-

good girls who gotta go fast, = Dana little?

bisexual vision impaired sharp-shooters,= blue as one eye,? He can snipe,???

boys who snort pixi stix unironically= Twink, because twink? Does he have eat food merit or vomit constantly?

trans girls who know the stars are untouchable...for now,= zephr (also what's that mean?)

old men in love, = Jen and fen, awww :)

old men in hate, ? Jen and fen?????? Alfred and someone????

coders who own too many cats, =Sandy? I love that by the way

women who have never heard of Uber = ???

immortal lesbian librarians, = ???? Love this too

dogs who should not be eating Wendy's, =?????

and Jewish eldritch horrors who will teach you how to knit. = Bobbin as clothes person???? Can she teach crochet, I want to learn to do amigurumi?

Who are they??????

Under readmore for ease of posting lol

Good girls who gotta go fast - Charlie lol

Bisexual vision impaired sharp-shooters - Yep! Blue lol. He's got some hidden talents up his sleeve.

Boys who snort pixi stix unironically - Tweak does. And he (and me) are dying laughing at you calling him Twink. He cannot eat food, but like. The boy has one braincell and Blue and Charlie have custody of it most of the time.

Trans girls who know the stars are untouchable...for now - Yeah, Zephyr. She loves astronomy, and doesn't suffer as much from the agoraphobia most of the clan does

Men in love - ye, Jen and Fen

Men in hate - Alfred and Avram, his bloodsib, are wearing their Get Lone Shirt. The shirt is covered in blood.

Coders who own too many cats - Yup, that's Sandy

Women who have never heard of Uber - Dana Little lol. Why bother with a car when you can Run??

Immortal lesbian librarians - Bobbin's twin sister the toreador, Twill.

Dogs who should not be eating Wendy's - local Gangrel junkyard/scrapyard owner, Deacon. He lets the Nos pick from the scrap

Jewish eldritch horrors who will teach you how to knit - Bobbin. Berd and I had a really long talk about her last night and boy, she's a cool character. I cannot wait to expand on her more in the story.

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