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blackcoldcrackedheart · 6 months ago

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It felt like a stalemate.

Buck's brain was frozen in coming up with an excuse as Amir continued to look daggers at him and Claudia, all while Daniel was just playing with his shirt and looking at Bobby with a quizzical expression.

"Amir, it was the only way for we got him to stop crying. He was inconsolable, it was either we get him to see Tommy or we would have to medicate him and that would be even more traumatizing to the kid who survived death twice." Claudia said lowly, her eyes shifting to Daniel and then Amir, she looked determined as she kept her chin high.

Amir rubbed his face tiredly, "Does Anita know?"

"No."

Amir shook his head, hands dropping down to his sides in frustration.

Bobby didn't say anything to Amir or Claudia, choosing instead to walk past them and give Buck a pat on the back, "How is he?" he nodded at Tommy.

Buck let out a ragged breath, holding Daniel tighter as he gave Bobby the latest update on Tommy. The prognosis was good, it was just a matter of when Tommy would wake up and then would come more exams and then later physical therapy once discharged. "I'm just hoping he's really okay once he wakes up, the hit to head had doctors worried about his vision and I-you know how much flying means to him, Bobby, if he doesn't-I-I"

Bobby squeezed Buck's bicep, "Hey, one step at a time, Buck. Let's wait till we hear bad news and then we can figure something out for Tommy, okay?"

Buck nodded, lifting Daniel a bit higher and adjusting him so that Daniel's (casted) arm and leg were okay.

Bobby smiled sweetly at the little boy, "Who's this here?" he asked, all smiles as he tried to poke at Daniel's stomach, causing Daniel to flinch and turn his head towards Buck's neck.

Buck rubbed Daniel's back, "Do you want the long story or short?"

Bobby's eyes went wide as he turned to Amir and Claudia, both looked as tired as Buck looked, "Something tells me either way, I'm gonna have a lot of questions."

"So are you okay?" Bobby has asked once he got the full story, Buck was a little fearful about how the older man would react.

It was an insane story.

His ex-boyfriend saving the child he was biologically responsible for and who happened to have the same name as his dead brother who was the sole reason for Buck even being born?

It was insane.

"I-I don't know if I'm okay just yet." Buck admitted, he voice cracking as he looked over Tommy and then at at Daniel, who was happily munching on a cookie. "I don't know if he even knows who he saved."

"Did Tommy know about Daniel?"

Buck snorted, "Which?" he chuckled darkly.

Bobby let out a soft hmm sound, and shook his head, smothering his own laugh as he tried to keep serious. "About this Daniel." Bobby clarified, pointing to the toddler in Buck's arm.

"He knew that I donated and he knew about my brother, he just didn't know about this Daniel. Neither did I, to be honest."

Bobby frowned at that, "They never told you that they named him Daniel?"

Buck shook his head no, "They-uh, they sent me a card announcing they had a kid-"

"Which you already knew about since you helped deliver him." Bobby added, looking bewildered and upset for Buck's behalf.

"Yeah," Buck sighed, "But after that, it was pretty much radio silence. They never told me his name and I never told them about Daniel, so all this, it's just a coincidence."

Bobby shrugged, "Is that you want to believe this is? Just a coincidence?"

That somehow irked Buck more than anything, to think this whole thing was something more. If anything, he felt like this was a middle finger from the universe.

"Bobby, c'mon." Buck begged, "You don't believe this is something the universe or God wanted me or Tommy to go through, do you?" he asked, annoyance palpable in his tone and expression.

Bobby shrugged, "Who knows, right?"

"I know." Buck snapped, "This isn't- this can't be something big or a lesson, what kind of lesson is either of us learning from this? That Tommy might not make it? That Connor or Kameron might not make it? That everyone I love leaves anyway?"

Buck's voice going up seemed to have rattled Daniel enough for the boy to start sniffling, clinging to Buck tightly. Buck clung him harder, getting up to bounce the small child, "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I know, I know, I'm sorry." he cooed, he faced Tommy. "Hey, look, see Tommy's okay."

"Tummy." Daniel sniffed, reaching a hand out, wanting to touch Tommy. Buck was care as he shifted Daniel so that the toddler could touch Tommy's hand.

"See he's okay." Buck assured him, gently rubbing the back of Daniel's head, careful to avoid the bandages there. "You're okay too."

Nothing could have prepared him for Daniel touching the side of his face, patting his cheek with his tiny chubby hand, and asking Buck. "Buck okay?"

Buck said nothing, it was only 4 pm and he felt like this whole day had lasted two weeks. He felt his eyes well up with tears as he nodded wordlessly, clearing his throat as he told Daniel, "I'm okay, buddy."

The kid was too sweet for his own good, he patted both of Buck's cheek before hugging Buck.

Buck sniffed hard as he rubbed away his own tears, realizing Bobby had watched all of that quietly.

"Buck-"

"Bobby, whatever you're gonna say, just save it for later okay?" Buck pleaded, rubbing Daniel's back as he went back to sit down.

Bobby nodded, saying nothing as they went back to just watching Tommy.

It wasn't too quiet between them for long though.

"Do you think I'm pathetic?"

Bobby snapped his head towards Buck, "What?"

"For rushing out here when I got the call." Buck added.

Bobby looked between Buck and then at Tommy, "No." he said honestly, "You still love him, why wouldn't you rush down here?"

Buck swallowed the lump in his throat, he wasn't sure how long he could keep from sobbing now. "I-He still had me as emergency contact and I-everyone else has been telling me to get back out there or there's plenty fish in the sea or whatever. And all i wanted was Tommy and now-" he was too tired to keep the emotion out of his voice now, "And now-I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to be with him again. I just want him to let me take care of him." he admitted tearfully, he wiped away more tears, "Pathetic, right?"

Bobby scooted his chair closer, "That's not pathetic, kid. That's love."

"Bobby, he broke up with me-"

"I know, but based on what you told me, he didn't want to. Maybe he's just scared."

Buck scoffed at that, the veteran who was also hot shot pilot scared? "Sure, right."

Bobby smile was so smug that it just about irked Buck even more, "I am, maybe I'm being too hopeful but there's a reason why he didn't remove you as his emergency contact, kid."

Buck stalled at that, he didn't think of that.

"Maybe he just forgot." Buck said noncommittally, not wanting to even dare hope that that was something. He didn't know and want to process that, especially when for all Buck knew, Tommy would wake up and tell him that he didn't need him.

Bobby shrugged, "We'll find out, won't we?" Bobby looked at Daniel, "Any word about his family yet?"

Buck ran his fingers through Daniel's curls, watching with a small smile as Daniel dozed off again. "They left messages with Kameron's side of the family. Connor's mom can't book a flight though because of a hurricane."

The way Bobby was watching him gave Buck pause. "He told you, didn't he?"

Bobby winced a bit, understanding that none of this was easy for Buck. He knew the kid had a big heart, but sometimes Bobby wished that Buck would be more cautious. "Yeah." he admitted, watching Buck roll his eyes and sigh.

"I'm not trying to adopt him, Bobby. I know Daniel has a family, that he has a dad, and I'm just the donor. I just don't want him to go to some stranger's place if his family can't make it in time." Buck explained, looking exhausted at having to explain himself. He knew that despite being in adult, proving himself at work, that his team, most times, still saw him as the dumbass kid that walked into the station eight years ago.

He watched Bobby hold up his hands, "I know, I trust you know what you're doing. I just want you to be careful. You know that."

Buck scoffed at that, "Right."

"Hey," Bobby said firmly, "I do trust you, Buck, really I do. But you have a habit of putting your heart on the line for people you care about. I saw what learning about Daniel did to you, I just need you to be safe."

Buck said nothing, pressing his lips tightly together as he watched Tommy. He thought about telling Bobby about his little daydream, the moment in where Buck thought mindlessly that he could have Tommy and Daniel- they would be the little family that Buck had been craving for.

But he knew better.

He was so in his head that he didn't even register Bobby saying anything till the older man got up, "Tommy?" Bobby walked over to the bed with Buck getting up immediately to see moving his hand and struggling to open his eyes.

"I'll call the doctors." Bobby rushed out the door, leaving Buck to try calm Tommy down.

"Hey, hey. Don't move, okay?" Buck urged, rubbing Tommy's good arm to calm him down. "You're okay, but you shouldn't move."

"B-Evan?" Tommy's voice was barely a whisper, he licked his lips and coughed.

"Yeah, hey, it's me."

Before either could continue their conversation Dr. Abdullah and others came into the room, urging Buck to leave as they checked over Tommy.

Things went from hectic to chaotic the moment Buck stepped out of the room.

"What the hell is he doing holding Daniel?" Anita's icy voice caused Buck to nearly jump and jolt Daniel as well.

Claudia rushed to stand in front of him, "He's calming him down, no one from peds could calm Daniel down without sedation, I wasn't going to traumatize my patient further by letting him cry his eyes out to the point where we would have to medicate him, Anita." she replied calmly but firm.

"You let a stranger take ahold of a patient who is a minor."

"I let his biological father hold him, Daniel wanted to see Tommy. It was either let Buck hold him or we traumatize him further by taking him to see Tommy without Daniel being comforted or soothed. The kid is already survived something traumatic, the last thing he needs is to cry his head off as the only people he knows are all critical patients at the hospital."

Buck kept a protective hand over Daniel's head, bouncing the kid gently as he watched the two woman bicker. Bobby eyeing him as well.

"It doesn't matter that Mr. Buckley is the biological father, he gave up his parental rights when he signed up to be the Johnson's donor. As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Buckley means nothing to Daniel." she went to take Daniel from Buck's arms, Buck begged her to at least allow him to say bye. He didn't put up a fight as Anita took Daniel in her arms, causing Daniel to cry and reach out for Buck.

Buck tried to reach out, but felt Bobby pull him back gently. "Buck." the older man said in his name as a warning.

Daniel's cries got louder, even when Anita tried to rub his back, the toddler's face became red as he tried to kick his way back to Buck. Buck winced, knowing that all that moving was probably causing Daniel more pain.

"So, what?" Buck didn't dare hide how emotional he was becoming, he let the tears fall, "You're just gonna put him in foster care till his family comes?"

"That's our protocol, Mr. Buckley." Anita said in a matter of fact. "Daniel will be placed in a reputable foster home." she eyed Claudia darkly, "And you and I will have a small chat later."

"Mrs. Hernandez." A petite woman with a hijab was standing behind the nurses station, phone in hand. "Call for you."

"Let them know I'll call them back."

"No." The nurse stated firmly, "You need to take this call now."

Anita eyed them all and then glared at the nurse who only glared back. "Anita Hernandez, how many I help you?"

Buck wasn't so sure what was being said, he could barely catch what Anita was saying since Daniel was scream crying now. Whoever was talking to Anita seemed to be saying a lot of things that were causing the woman to turn red herself. "Ma'am, I understand that-" "No i-" She turned to Buck, her scowl deepening as she said, "He is." She rolled her eyes and said "One moment." She looked at the nurse, who only gave her small polite smile and then at Buck, holding the phone out to him. "Stella Nowak, Kameron's sister, she wants to talk to you."

Buck stumbled to say anything, looking at everyone as though it were a trap. He was a little than shocked when Stella handed over Daniel as well, the little boy whimpering as he grasped onto Buck. "H-Hello?"

"Buck?"

"Yeah, yeah this is Buck."

He heard Stella sigh, "Oh thank God."

"Hi."

Tommy looked how Buck felt; miserable.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, as he watched Buck and Daniel carefully seat down.

Daniel though was fidgety as he realized Tommy was finally awake, "Tummy! Tummy!"

Buck shook his head, trying to not laugh, but replied back with "I'm suppose to ask you that."

"I-I thought I dreamt you." Tommy said after a while, "I thought my brain was trying to trick me."

Buck leaned over closer so that Daniel could reach out to touch Tommy's hand. "You didn't change your emergency contact." Buck mumbled, he desperately wanted to touch Tommy as well. His hand, face, chest. Anything.

"I wasn't ready yet." Tommy sounded so somber that Buck couldn't think, the whole room felt as heavy as the day Tommy walked out on him.

"Not ready yet" seemed to be the theme with Buck and Tommy.

"Is he okay?" Tommy asked, smiling gently and looking at the cast on Daniel's arm and leg, "I was hoping he didn't get hurt during the avalanche."

Buck looked at his ex wistfully, "As fine as could be." he could see how excited Daniel was to finally see Tommy talk and alert. The kid kept playing with Tommy's hand, patting it gently and going "You okay, Tummy?"

"I'm okay, kid." Tommy smiled, taking his good hand and gently brushing over Daniel's hair. "You're such a brave kid, you know that." he gave out his fist for Daniel to bump, laughing as the toddler giggled as he fist bumped Tommy.

"He's definitely his dad's kid." Buck joked, remembering the times in where Connor would fist bump everyone in their friend group.

"Are his parents-"

"They're in critical condition, his aunt is on his way to take care of him till then." Buck explained, trying to distract Daniel by fist bumping the kid now since that was one way to get Daniel to laugh.

"You seem really attached to him." Tommy observed, knowing full well Buck's soft spot for kids.

Buck nodded quietly, "Yeah."

Tommy started poke Daniel's hand, causing the little boy to giggle. "You know when I got him, I thought he looked so familiar. And now I'm realizing you two have the same eyes." Tommy noted, as though he found it adorable.

Buck fidgeted in his seat, chewing on his lower lip.

For a moment, he was unsure if he could say it.

But did it matter?

He knew those brief minutes in where he imagined Daniel and Tommy as his was just make believe.

Daniel wasn't his kid in the way it mattered.

And Tommy wasn't his boyfriend.

Buck cleared his throat, "Do-Do you remember when uh-when I told you about me donating to my friends when they wanted a baby?"

Tommy's eyes widened, he brows furrowed as he looked at Daniel and then at Buck, "Wh-They named him Daniel?"

Buck snickered, he couldn't help it.

Of everything that Tommy could ask and or be surprised about, it was the name Daniel being used that had Tommy being taken back.

"Yeah." Buck admitted tearfully, he didn't want to break, but it had been too long of a day, "They named him Daniel, they didn't tell me. They hadn't reached out since he was born." he let out a deprecating laugh, "One hell of a way to find out, huh?"

Tommy, for his credit, didn't stop playing or smiling at Daniel, he looked worriedly at Buck. "I'll say. Are you okay?"

"You asked me that already."

Tommy gave him a look, that "listen to me" look. "That was before I found out your crappy friends named their kid that's biologically yours Daniel though."

Buck shrugged, "They didn't know about my Daniel though, so all of this is just-"

"One hell of a coincidence." Tommy seethed in pain, Buck reacted in habit by taking ahold of his hand, standing up and checking him over. "Sorry, sorry, I think the meds are wearing off."

Buck nodded, shaken as he pressed the call button. "Don't move too much, okay?"

"Tummy hurt?" Daniel asked, pouting as he watched the nurse come in to adjust the morphine drip.

"I'm okay, kid." he assured the little boy, "You're so brave, you know that?"

Daniel nodded, his eyes wet with tears as he leaned over (causing Buck to lean over as well) to touch Tommy's face. "Tummy okay."

That got both men to chuckle, "You're good with him." Tommy noted.

Buck felt himself seethe a bit at that, "He likes you more though." he tried to joke. That small part of him wishing that they could be a real family was desperately growing.

"Just hero worship." Tommy joked, tickling the toddler's side.

"He picked a good hero then."

Tommy looked up at Buck, his eyes gloomy as the words sunk in. "Evan-"

"You saved his life, Tommy. That's a fact, whether you think so or not, you're a hero to this kid, to his parents, and me too." Buck said the last part in a hush voice. "He's gonna remember you as this amazing superhero."

"It's my job, Evan."

"It's more than that." Buck emphasized, "You do all these amazing things and you think that you don't deserve to have amazing things yourself?"

Tommy's voice wavered, "Evan-"

"You messed up, so did I. So did everyone else we know." Buck didn't care to keep the emotions out of his voice now, he gingerly touched Tommy's hand. Smiling as Daniel patted both their hands. "You-You deserve good things, Tommy."

He could see Tommy struggle against himself, his heart monitor picking up as he admitted sorrowfully, "I don't."

Buck squeezed his eyes shuts, letting the tears flow as he admitted, "I pictured you, me and Daniel as family." he didn't care to register what the words did to Tommy as he continued, "It was a quick thought, because I know he's not really mine, neither are you anymore, but I-I just pictured it for a few seconds and I-I wanted it so bad. You and me, and him. This little family. I wanted that with you. I-I know that I scared you, but Tommy, if you think that there's someone better for me than you, then you're wrong."

Tommy was quietly crying when a knock interrupted them.

"Hey Buck," Bobby looked sheepish as he entered the room, perhaps noticing the tension and emotions, "Stella's here."

Finale part

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love--and--venom · 6 months ago

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Dead Man Walking: Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: Your group has to figure out what to do about the men that hurt Hyunjin and threatened you

Warnings: Uhhhh none that I can think of, this is a plot building chapter, lmk if i should add any

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After a tense dinner, you and Wooyoung met with your leaders in their office. The two of you sat on the couch under the scrutinizing eye of Hongjoong while Chris paced by the desk.

“The run group was ambushed by a group of ten men. It could be a coincidence, but it sounds too similar to the group that attacked you. Do you remember what any of them looked like?” Hongjoong crossed his arms, head tilted as he observed you.

“Hmm,” you rested your elbows on your knees, brows creased in concentration. “It was dark. I only got a good look at the man that tried to grab me. He was a younger guy, not much older than me. He was tall, maybe even taller than Yunho and Mingi. Shoulder length hair, either dark brown or black, and very greasy. He wore a necklace with what looked like a mix of human and canine teeth. And a diamond tattoo under his left eye.”

“Oh, shit,” Wooyoung swore, running a hand down his face. Your heart dropped at the exhaustion that washed over him.

“No no no, please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say,” you pleaded even though you knew it was useless.

“That’s the guy that shot Hyunjin,” Wooyoung confirmed your fears. You dropped your face to your hands, squeezing your eyes shut beneath your palms.

“Fuck!” Chan snarled, knocking the small desk lamp into the wall. He stormed over to stand in front of Wooyoung. “They didn’t follow you, right?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I checked behind us every couple seconds. It looked like the psycho with the tooth necklace wanted to, but one of the older guys in the group stopped him.”

“Wait, Seungmin said San knocked that guy out,” Chan recalled with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know, dude,” Wooyoung shrugged. “I guess he was just laid out for a minute, not fully unconscious.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong sighed heavily. “This is a major issue. Chan and I will start figuring out a game-plan, we’ll talk with everyone tomorrow. Go get some rest.” Once your footsteps faded, the co-leaders stood on opposite sides of the desk to pour over their maps.

“What are we supposed to do about this, Chan? We don’t even know how many of them there are, where their base is, nothing,” he looked up at the older man with thinly veiled panic in his eyes. Chris gave nothing away with his expression, hiding behind a mask of stone.

“There’s no other choice, we’re gonna have to scout them out. Don’t give me that look, Hongjoong, I don’t like it either. But we need to get a handle on the situation before their group shows up on our front step.” Chan was right, Hongjoong knew he was, but the idea made him sick. Two of their members were already hurt. He didn’t want to risk anyone else.

“We can’t make that decision on our own. We’re putting everyone at risk by doing this,” Hongjoong insisted.

“We’ll have a meeting tomorrow after lunch.”

You didn’t sleep. You glued yourself to Hyunjin’s side, unable to tear your eyes away from the steady rise and fall of his chest. You didn’t join the others for breakfast, your food being brought to you by Yeosang. As the hours ticked by, your mind wandered to the men that you’d encountered twice now. What would happen if they found your base? Would it be another massacre? Would you be forced to watch the sadistic bastards kill those you cared about again?

“He’s not awake yet?” A voice in the doorway jolted you from your disturbing thoughts. Jeongin dropped to his knees, cupping Hyunjin’s cheeks and shoving you to the side.

“Jeongin –”

“Don’t use that voice with me, I’m not a child.” He glared at you, but you were way too tired to argue with him.

“I know you’re not, but –”

“No! No ‘but’, why isn’t he awake yet?!” Irritation boiled under your skin, pushing the fatigue out of your mind.

“Interrupt me one more fucking time, Jeongin, and I swear to god I will not let you get within five feet of Hyunjin.” He snapped his jaw shut and a muscle twitched in his neck. His nails dug into his palms where they sat on his thighs. “Hyunjin lost a lot of blood. Combine that with the pain of having the bullet removed, I’m not surprised he went into shock. What matters now is that he's stable. Our bodies heal best while we sleep. I don’t think he’s gonna wake up until tomorrow, to be honest”

“I’m sorry. I just,” he choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind a hand. Your face softened immediately. You shuffled closer to wrap the youngest member in your arms. He dug his face into your neck, gripping the back of your shirt like a lifeline.

“I know you’re scared. You have every right to be, one of your closest friends was severely injured.” You carded your fingers through his hair. “But I need you to trust me. I’m new, but I care about all of you.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Jeongin apologized with a sniffle after pulling back from your embrace.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, brushing away his stray tears with your thumb. “Do you want to stay with Hyunjin for a bit so I can take a break?” He nodded rapidly and took your place by his head. You stood, stretching your sore joints while walking toward the break room. You paused in the door when you saw San sitting alone with his eyes glazed over.

“San? Are you feeling alright?” You sat in the chair in front of him, dipping your head down to meet his eyes. They were red and slightly puffy. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A couple hours,” he mumbled, looking through you rather than at you. “It’s my fault.” Your shoulders deflated, knowing that feeling all too well.

“You can’t blame yourself. There was no way you could have known those men would attack you.” His eyes hardened, suddenly focusing on you.

“Maybe not, but I should have been able to protect them. I was the oldest in the group, not to mention Changbin and I are arguably the two strongest. I should have done more to keep them safe.”

“God, why am I a therapist today,” you mutter to yourself. “San, I know how you feel, trust me. But –”

“How could you know how I fucking feel right now?” Your eye twitched. You took a deep breath to stamp down your anger.

“One: do not interrupt me when I am speaking. Two: do not curse at me like that.” San rolled his eyes, turning away at your lecture. You grabbed his jaw, lightly digging your nails into his skin, and forced him to look you in the eye. “Three: I know how you feel because I’m the reason my best friends are dead.” A heavy silence lingered in the air.

“I- I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, guilt eating away at his insides.

“I know. But you got them back. I’m trying to forgive myself, you should do the same.” He slowly nodded as he let your words sink in.

“Okay.” You gave his knee an encouraging squeeze. He smiled softly, setting his hand over yours. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“San, when did this happen?” You asked as you pulled his hand closer to your face. His knuckles were bruised and covered in dried blood. He winced when you gently brushed your fingers over the broken skin.

“Oh, uh, it’s from when I punched the guy that shot Hyunjin.”

“This is way more damage than one punch,” you persisted. “What else did you do?”

“I… may or may not have hit the wall in the maintenance room. Several times,” he admitted quietly.

“The stone wall?” He nodded and you sighed as your exhaustion creeped back to the forefront of your mind. “Alright, let me clean it.” You pulled him to his feet and over to the sink. You went to stand at his side, but he maneuvered you between his body and the counter, holding his hand out in front of you. Using a water bottle, you washed away the blood with small circles of your thumb. The flush rising to your cheeks was the only indicator of how flustered your current position made you, but it was enough for San to notice. He studied you with a sly grin despite the slight throb in his knuckles.

“San,” you warned when his uninjured hand settled on your hip. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh, but didn’t move his hand. You huffed through your nose as you finished cleaning his wound. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you turned to Hongjoong staring daggers at San’s hand.

“If you’re done here, we need to have a group meeting. Everyone will be here soon.” He leaned against the opposite wall to wait for the others. You raised your eyebrows.

“Is it just me, or did he look pissed?” You whispered nervously.

“Don’t worry about it, for now at least,” San sighed as everyone filed into the room, forming a haphazard circle on the floor. You sat between Yeosang and Jisung.

“Where’s Chan?” Minho glanced at the doorway to look for the eldest of the group.

“He’s watching Hyunjin. Listen up, now.” The room fell to silence, everyone’s focus solely on Hongjoong. “The men that attacked our run group yesterday also attacked Y/N a few weeks ago.”

“What? How do you know it’s the same group?” Mingi questioned, eyes flicking between you and the conscious members from the run.

“There was one man that both Y/N and Wooyoung recognized. He had some pretty distinct characteristics, including a necklace made of teeth and a diamond tattoo on his face,” Hongjoong explained.

“You didn’t tell us you were attacked,” Jongho spoke up next, addressing you.

“It wasn’t necessary for anyone besides Chan and Hongjoong to know. But it is now,” you rubbed your temple to fight back the fatigue weighing heavy on your mind. “I’m not going into the details. Like Hongjoong said, those men ambushed my group while we were asleep. They killed my best friends, they were the closest thing I had to a family. I only survived because of their sacrifice.”

“The guy that shot Hyunjin also tried to take Y/N and her friends back to their camp for ‘entertainment’ before they fought back.” You glared at Hongjoong. He had no right to tell them that. “As of now, the only information we have on them is that man’s description and the general direction they came from.”

“So what do we do?” Hongjoong hummed at Felix’s question, crossing his arms and looking at the floor in front of him.

“There’s really only two options. We can do nothing, and wait for them to come to us, or we can send scouts to get more info on them.”

“We’re going after them, obviously,” Wooyoung stated immediately.

“Are you insane? We can’t send anyone else after them, not with what they did to Hyunjin and Y/N’s family,” Jisung borderline scolded the older boy, eyebrows flying up to his hairline.

“Oh, I’m insane? No, what’s insane is letting them get the upper hand on us. We can’t let them take everything we’ve built here.”

“I’m with Jisung, it’s too dangerous to risk any of our lives,” Felix chimed in.

“Bullshit, you’re just too much of a pussy to do what’s necessary.” The group devolved into overlapping arguments. You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as their voices rose in volume.

“Enough!” Hongjoong barked, stopping everyone in their tracks. “Fighting each other about this won’t get us anywhere. We’re putting it to a vote. Chan and I already say we go to them. Anyone that agrees, raise your hand now.” Only five members kept their hands down: Jisung, Felix, Yeosang, Jongho, and Seonghwa.

“Y/N, you seriously want to go after them?” Jisung stared at you, looking slightly betrayed.

“Trust me, I hate the idea. But Wooyoung is right. I’m terrified of what will happen if they find us here. These men are cruel. They kill you in the worst ways you could think of.” Images from that night flashed across your mind. Your head felt like it was filled with lead, your eyelids threatening to fall shut.

“The most important thing will be stealth. It’ll be a small group, two or three at most. Our objective is to get information. We need to know how many are in their group and where their camp is. There will be absolutely no attacking these men until we’re at full strength. Are there any volunteers?” Hongjoong’s gaze swept over the group.

“Me.” Wooyoung, Seungmin, and Jeongin answered at the same time. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes on Wooyoung.

“Are you going to be able to keep your cool? Especially if you see the guy that shot Hyunjin?” The younger member bristled at the accusation.

“I will, I swear.”

“Alright. The scouting group will be me, Wooyoung, and Jeongin.” Seungmin opened his mouth to protest. “No arguments, Seungmin. You’re one of our best with the rifle. You’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he reluctantly agreed.

“Wooyoung, Jeongin, you’ll be meeting with Chan and I later so we can start planning. We aren’t going until our back-up plans have back-up plans.”

“Can San and I help with the plan? Our run groups always include one of us, we’re familiar with the city and part of the woods,” Changbin suggested with San nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We’re done here.” Hongjoong left the room with an angered Seonghwa on his heels.

“I should get back to Hyunjin,” you faltered at the wave of dizziness hitting you when you stood. You swayed on your feet, holding on to a chair for stability.

“Are you feeling alright? You look pale.” It took a moment to realize that Minho was talking to you.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, swallowing down the bile burning the back of your throat. Yunho appeared in your blurred vision, his hand holding your shoulder. You brushed him off, repeating that you were fine over and over, as if saying it enough would make it true. Your knees buckled under you at your first step toward the door. You fell onto something warm, hearing several shouts before plunging into darkness.

You woke up feeling dazed, blinking in the darkness of the common room. Soft breaths from the boys sleeping around you broke the stifling silence. It was probably the middle of the night, based on the moonlight streaming through the gaps in the slats over the windows. You vaguely registered the lap acting as your pillow.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Chris whispered from above you. He brushed your hair out of your face when you turned to look up at him. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, still waiting for your brain to fully wake up. “What happened?”

“You passed out. Would’ve hit your head on the table if Yunho hadn’t caught you.” He kept his hand in your hair, gently untangling some knots with his fingers.

“Oh. I thought I could last longer than that.”

“What does that mean?” His eyebrows creased with concern.

“I thought I could handle at least one more night without sleep. Guess I was wrong,” you chuckled at your own attempt at a joke.

“Y/N, there’s nothing funny about this. If I’m right, you were awake for nearly 30 hours. That’s incredibly dangerous,” his voice remained soft even as he scolded you.

“This coming from someone that barely sleeps himself,” you pouted. “You and Hongjoong are both notorious for staying awake late into the night.”

“But neither of us have stayed awake for longer than 20 consecutive hours. We always manage to get a few hours in. What would’ve happened if Hyunjin suddenly got worse and we couldn’t wake you cus you knocked yourself out cold?” You were rendered speechless, gaping at the underside of Chan's jaw as he rested his head against the wall.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You turned to look over the sleeping forms of the other boys.

“We need you. Please take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you like that again, it was scary.” You couldn’t tell if it was a trick of the light, but you swore there were tears shining in his eyes.

“I will.”

“Go back to sleep. Seonghwa and Minho are watching Hyunjin. You can check on him in the morning.” You rolled onto your side so you could press your forehead into Chan’s hip. His breath hitched for a brief moment before he relaxed. His thumb traced over your temple, lulling you to sleep.

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aeoki · 3 months ago

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HOLISTIC HOLIC - Prologue

Characters: Eichi & Tatsumi Season: Autumn

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Tatsumi: Once again, it appears my regular check-up had no issues this time…

It’s been a while since I last made a comeback as an idol, but I’m relieved to see my leg hasn’t been affected.

The doctor said my leg is most likely doing better because “ALKALOID’s” activities are progressing smoothly. It was great to hear that.

They do say it’s all mental, after all. Perhaps my body is reacting in accordance to that…♪

It’s also completely autumn now.

I think I’ll buy a hot drink from the vending machine and warm up before heading home. It would ruin everything if I were to catch a cold.

There should be a vending machine over the– Oh?

Eichi: …Kazehaya-kun?

Tatsumi: What a coincidence, Eichi-san. Are you also here for your regular check-up?

Eichi: Yeah. Recently, I’ve had my hands full managing idols as well as working as one, so I’ve been told to have regular check-ups at the hospital.

You must be here to see how your leg is doing, right? How was it?

Tatsumi: Hehe. My leg is doing great, thank you for asking.

According to my doctor’s opinion…

Perhaps one of the reasons why my leg is doing better is because our activities as “ALKALOID” have been going well.

Eichi: Right. You also achieved your dream of participating in “Underland”.

Great job there. “ALKALOID” has indeed grown so much over these past few months.

Tatsumi: Thank you very much. But we still have much to learn.

“ALKALOID” is in the midst of growing. If we were to be self-conceited, then we’d receive another ultimatum from you, Eichi-san.

Eichi: Ahaha. I won’t do the same thing twice.

But it puts my mind at ease to hear you say that.

It brings me much joy to see you overcome your injury and make a comeback.

I’d love to see you perform before me again… Perhaps you could try planning “ALKALOID’s” next concert?

It’s common for Yumenosaki idols to come up with their own performances, but things are different at Reimei… I’d love to see what you come up with sometime in the future.

Tatsumi: Is that a direct order? Or simply your personal interest in another co-worker?

Eichi: Hehe. I see you’re wary of me. Naturally, if “ALKALOID” –the card soldiers– would like that to be an order, then I’ll make it just that.

I love idols with all my heart. You were one referred to as the problem child of the revolution that took place at Reimei Academy, so it wouldn’t be strange of me to want to see your full strengths, no?

Tatsumi: That’s all in the past. Right now, I am simply a member of “ALKALOID”.

My current goal is to continue delivering wonderful performances with the other members of “ALKALOID”.

Eichi: Hehe. You don’t need to be so reserved. You can be the protagonist of a story, a planner or producer if you so wish it – you can be anything.

…Oh. I’d love to continue chatting, but it’s almost time for my check-up.

See you later. Let’s talk more about idols the next time we meet.

Tatsumi: Yes. See you, Eichi-san.

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(Hmm. I thought Eichi-san was speaking from an organiser’s point of view, but it appears it was just idle talk.)

(How difficult. I’m sure everyone has their professional and personal side to them, but…)

(In Eichi-san’s case, those two sides are all mixed up and I can’t tell which perspective he’s speaking from.)

(I… never thought about coming up with a performance myself. But now that it’s been brought to my attention, perhaps the stars are aligning.)

(After all, Aira-san created such a lovely performance called “Feather Touch” the other day.)

…Hehe. It was just a short conversation, but to think we were already given our next task. Eichi-san is an excellent manager – he’s always paying attention to his surroundings.

Fortunately, I’m free for the rest of the day. Perhaps I should use that time to think about it.

A performance for the me that has overcome a great injury… Perhaps it would be interesting if I were to base it on what had happened at this hospital.

“That child” I was with during the time I was hospitalised has now turned into a ghost. I then tell them about the news of my comeback as an idol…

Wouldn’t that be a great idea, little miss ghost?

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#i was also on the fence about the EA siblings and Theodore being related by looks alone (#... and the alice + dorothy comparison#mostly chalked it up to coincidence but now that they're conf. to be from Vacuo it's looking less like coincidence fsdf#then is the girl on the desk photograph Alyx before she and Lewis found the EA?#And Theodore juat inherited it? He grew up on his great-great grandfather/uncle/who know's stories about the EA being real?#Maybe in hopes that one day his sister would return and be welcomed by family? even if they're generations apart#if Lewis's pseudonym is Theodore Im gonna lose it#I mean we dont know his or the EA siblings' surnames.#IS THAT WHY THEODORE DOESNT GO BY HIS SURNAME#BC OF THE FAMILY LEGACY???#ok imma go sit down now before i hurt myself w/ speculation fsdf

YEAH SAME on the being like Doubt.jpg about a relation between theodore and lewis on the basis of… skin color, basically, but the minute i heard “i couldn’t believe they were from vacuo,” that’s a deliberate choice to link these kids to the setting for the next major story arc, and that’s happening in conjunction with several developments in the 9.11 animatic that suggest history is about to become very important (soaring popular support for the crown—probable mountain glenn history-repeating-itself theme with salem razing vale—oscar mentioning vacuo’s history of colonization—plus the great war having ended with ozma’s use of the sword in vacuo).

it’s very. raises eyebrow. alrighty then!

so whatever lewis did after coming home, other than writing tgwfttw, probably has some narrative relevance—might be as small as something jaune needs to find closure, or it might be bigger than that, who knows, but if it was a hundred and fifty years ago and it matters enough to be in the story, then the story needs a vehicle to deliver this information in a manner that feels naturalistic and non-arbitrary. (jaune-stumbles-across-loved-one’s-memorial-statue-by-chance once is a believable happenstance; twice, a cheap contrivance.)

the simplest way to do that is to introduce a vacuan character with some connection to lewis, and the obvious choice there is a descendent, because lewis lived a long enough time ago that family lineage is kind of the only plausible reason for a living character in the present to have a meaningful personal connection to lewis.

(and it can’t be oz, because oz had no idea the ever after existed.)

this descendent-character also ideally should be prominent enough in the story to matter for reasons unrelated to their relation to lewis, to avoid feeling shoehorned in. and they are probably human, given the apparent rarity of interracial human/faunus couples.

that pretty much narrows it down to theodore, or the asturias twins. NOW hysterical as it would be for jax and gillian to be descended from lewis, finn asturias is obsessed with “the old stories about [his] family” and yet doesn’t drop even a single hint about the ever after, so i think we can rule that out.

which leaves theodore. hmm.

that picture in his office:

She still remembered that her attention had been drawn to one photo in particular: a black-and-white picture of a young girl in pigtails and a checkered dress with a small black dog. She hadn’t mustered the courage to ask who she was to Theodore. A daughter? A sister? Whoever she was, Velvet could see the resemblance.

plainly evokes dorothy, and even bearing in mind that there may be discrepancies (theodore is described as blue-eyed in the book but has brown eyes in beyond, for example)… there’s nothing in this photo to suggest a resemblance to alyx beyond ‘young girl.’ alyx doesn’t wear her hair in pigtails, nor does she have checkered patterns anywhere in her design, nor does she have a little black dog. so i doubt it’s her.

but black-and-white does suggest it’s old. ‘sister’ seems a lot more plausible than ‘daughter’ for that reason, and ‘mother or aunt’ even more likely than either of those.

(the other thing about a young girl with a small black dog in This story, is.

it’s a symbol for the deaths of the ozlem girls and the inescapable grief that underlies the whole conflict between ozma and salem—there’s a reason she sends a giant monstrous hound to capture oz and then huddles in the shadows miserably looking at conjured images of her daughters until oscar wakes up; the black dog reappears as this terrifying monster in conjunction with the surfacing of all this pain.

so the question is to what extent this small black dog in the photograph is Just Toto, and whether the specific narrative symbolism is or isn’t in play here; Did This Girl Die? that would preclude her being theodore’s mother but she could well be an aunt or great-aunt.)

of course the point of drawing attention to this photograph might be as simple as hinting at theodore’s quote-unquote real ozian allusion; not dorothy but the silver shoes lost in the desert. which is an interesting angle to consider with regard to this possibility of lewis being his ancestor, because on the one hand there’s the silver shoes carrying dorothy home yet becoming irretrievably lost themselves in doing so, and on the other there’s alyx, the white rabbit, guiding people home yet never able to return home herself. see the rhyme?

in a sense jaune and team rwby bring alyx home with them, in that they know what happened to her and if there are descendants of lewis still living in vacuo then the question of why she never came home can finally be answered. and if the descendent is theodore, then the intertextual confluence between him and alyx is more resonant than the surface dorothy-and-alice comparison; the silver shoes are the home the white rabbit returns to, as a memory, a hundred and fifty-odd years late. and it matters.

but also i have a little hamster wheel churning at all times in the back of my mind and right now it’s churning around: sixty, seventy years before the great war began, vacuo was a colonial territory of mistral—before the great war, it had no formal government, it wasn’t a state, and oscar references the history of colonization in the 9.11 animatic. so that history and the history of the great war—which was for vacuo a war for independence—is narratively salient. lewis was a child who grew up in vacuo during the fractious decades preceding the great war; he gives a face to this period in history.

and jaune told lewis and alyx not only that he was from remnant but that he was from more than a century in their future; he and lewis “compared notes on remnant.” jaune couldn’t believe they were from vacuo, “back before the war, before huntsmen.”

they compared notes.

jaune’s grandfather fought in the great war.

so lewis went back home to colonial vacuo fifty, sixty, seventy years before the great war knowing that the great war was going to happen. knowing that within his lifetime vacuo would fight for its independence and win. knowing that there would be peace in the end. according to what blake says in 9.2, in the book, alyx “didn’t know [afteran] customs and started a war between the townsfolk” and that takes on a really different subtext now that we know the story’s author was a man who grew up in colonial vacuo knowing that the great war was coming.

either lewis and alyx were vacuan, or they were mistrali but born in vacuo; either way the tenor of the girl who fell through the world suggests that lewis’ sympathies lay with vacuo. both options stand to be compelling if he acted upon this knowledge more directly than writing anti-colonial themes into his children’s book. or books. there is also the boy who fell from the sky, mentioned in after the fall, and alice’s adventures in wonderland does have a somewhat lesser-known sequel.

i doubt lewis fought in the great war himself—he was probably in his seventies or older by then—but if he had children they would have been of an age to fight for vacuo, and if lewis had passed down to them the stories he knew of what remnant would be like after…

y’see how lewis could have ended up playing a really important role in vacuo’s side of the great war, if he’d decided not to leave matters in the hands of fate? jaune told him about what the world would be like after the great war, but lewis also figured out that jaune knew more than he let on, figured out that jaune remembered a story lewis hadn’t written down yet. he knew that knowledge of the future could shape the future, because if it hadn’t been for jaune and jaune’s foreknowledge of his book, he might not have written it the way he did, as a guide for how to get out of the ever after.

so he goes home, knowing the great war will happen and what the outcome will be—or else knowing that it might happen that way. who did he become with that knowledge? what did he choose to do with what he knew? the one thing we know is he became a storyteller, and “storytellers have great power” is a prominent narrative theme.

salem inspired the world to rebel against the brothers by telling the story of what they had done to her, and speaking of her vision of a time when humanity could be free.

lewis…?

#the potential for foiling between the asturias legacy and lewis’s legacy is. Tasty!

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Hmm that's right because no theories makes sense to me because some jkkrs would say he goes live when jm travels because he misses jm, don't get me wrong on this one but even IF jm was there they weren't really hanging out that much either i mean jm was busy we all know so what difference would it make for jk to go live if jm in in country or if jm isn't in country. that makes no sense to me. The "They're trying to hint" things again don't make sense to me because why would they try to "hint" us about anything as if we're part of their rs? We certainly are not. It's not some big important thing in their life about which they have to "hint" fans it's just jm leaving country.

BUT at the same time it's interesting how jk has gone live every single time jm isn't in the country. Jm has travelled before jk started going live too for once or twice maybe. But since the time he started going live in the start of 2023 he's always gone live after every travelling abroad jm had done. Without missing a single time. The last live in that video is actually jk's shortest live, you wouldn't expect him to go live even but man went live from the practice room even if it's just for a few mins lol.

So although i don't believe in any theory and think it's mere coincidence, I'm just fascinated with the coincidence.

The only reason I don’t think it’s a coincidence, is because it’s happened too many times. That many coincidences doesn’t make sense when we also know the guys are very much as online as most people their age, so surely he knew people were talking about the pattern at some point.

But that’s as far as my thoughts go, because again, coincidence seems too “writing it off”, but deliberate equally seems too methodical. We’re not part of their relationship, as you said, and I don’t think they’re overly invested in making sure we knew they were not together at those specific moments.

To be honest, I think it all boils down to people needing to shift their way of thinking when it comes to what they think has gone on between Jimin and JK, particularly the amount of contact they had during their solo promotions, since we’ve now all seen AYS.

Prior to NY they obviously had something going on, but we saw during the trip they clearly worked it out off camera and were happy to be together again. Then by Jeju we know they were in a place where they were settled and prepared to enlist together and were looking forward to this shared experience. Excited about the enlistment itself? No, but they spoke on doing it together with relatively positive tones, so at the very least we can assume they felt it was a positive point of this situation they were being forced into. Because of those things, I don’t think we can continue to say they weren’t hanging out much when they were both in SK at the same time, because that simply doesn’t make sense. I don’t think either one of them has it in them to be that methodically two-faced. I think what happened was exactly what most of us assume, when we say they have genuine private lives and the camera doesn’t showcase everything they go through.

We more or less know they weren’t as attached at the hip as they were during group work, because it showed and they said as much. However, we have zero knowledge on what changed that or when. We can assume it was at some point during their NY trip, but it’s not shown in the show. We don’t see them have any specific or deep conversations that speak to what went on and why (which is fine, we don’t need to) yet by the end of the trip we know they’re locked in again. By the next trip we know they’re so back to their attached at the hip life that they applied to enlist together, got it, and were looking forward to said joint experience. And by the final trip in the show, still while not at all being shown any conversations about their actual, personal, off camera relationship, we know they’re in sort of a warm place, emotionally. They’re nostalgic for the trip before it even ends, and talk about how happy they are the entire time.

So I think regardless of the actual reasons JK went live at the same times Jimin just so happened to be out of town, the truth with never be revealed and dwelling on it won’t give anyone an actual answer. What I think matters most, is accepting the fact that something happened, yet it was resolved around the time they were in New York, and they are now presumably happy again. My theory has been and continues to be: Jimin put some distance between them, JK wasn’t happy about it, JK got petty when Jimin started reaching out again, Jimin pushed for the initial trip, they worked things out.

The actual details? No clue. I have zero theories on what the details could be, because they are genuinely private people and didn’t really let anything slip on camera nor off. And yes, I have opinions on the assumed JK/random woman in his apartment video, but that also requires assuming other details about his relationship with Jimin that simply do not work in an unbiased way. So in order to be as unbiased as I can be, I have to stick to what we know for sure, which is what they showed. And what they showed was:

Them both saying they weren’t communicating the best, JK repeatedly going live and practically begging Jimin to go live or meet-up with him, Jimin saying he pushed for the show to happen all the while being uncertain it was a good idea to push for it, JK saying “finally” to Jimin meeting up with him, them both saying they want to keep traveling together, then them ultimately deciding to spend their entire enlistment together.

Meaning, ultimately, their own actions and words show conflict and resolution. What the details were? We don’t know and don’t have to know, which is why I don’t think its worth much to figure out why JK’s lives happened they way they did. Trying to figure it out won’t offer any insight into his psyche, so what exactly could anyone be looking for? This was a long response (first in a while), but I think people should just be happy that objectively, we can see they are in a much more comfortable and happy place with one another, and have been for over a year now, compared to when the lives were happening.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 10 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all! I'm so sorry that this update is so long overdue. A bitch has been soooo BUSY omg these past 2 weeks have been all about homework & work plus low energy because my cycle is on now. I hope y'all will take 4 chapter updates as apology gifts. Please enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TEN: SOMETHIN’ WICKED THIS WAY COMES.

Once in Sage County, a day’s walk away from the Devil’s Trail, you go shopping.

“So remind me,” you say as you look through a rack of skirts in the little store. “What’s the plan again?” Gojo is happy to run it by you again: “You’re an aristocratic woman here on business with her two personal escorts, so you’ll have to act like a bitch, but that won’t be too hard for you.”

You strike him in the side twice, hard. “Ow, ow, I’m kiddin’!” he exclaims. Geto glares at you both under his hat from a rack of dresses, eyeballing two beautifully sewn pieces. “Don’t attract any unwanted attention, you two,” he criticizes. “Hmm…this isn’t quite your color. Maybe somethin’ red…”

“And you think that this is gonna work?” you ask. “‘Cause you realize this entire plan could go to shit.” Gojo goes to take out a cigarette, only stopping when the shopowner eyeballs him. “Have some faith in us, sugar,” he scoffs at you. “You’re lookin’ at two seasoned actors here. None of our plans go to shit!”

After running like hell away from Benji’s men who rudely ambushed you, you three finally made it to Sage County.

It is truly the crowned jewel of this Northside of the county––buildings towering over you, steam rising from chimneys connected to homes, businesses, and shops; automobiles traveling down the street so fast that you, Gojo, and Geto had to walk your horses on the sidewalk; train stations and food carts and people trying to sell you shit, not recognizing you behind your bandana and hat. But as soon as they saw the Gunslingers, they backed off.

“We’ll have to lay low for a minute if Benji is really here,” Geto said as you walked, his hat tipped low to not give off any red flags or tips to anyone who could recognize them. “So stayin’ at a hotel for a day or two might be the move. It won’t knock us off course either.”

You walked between the duo, pulling Reneigh along behind you. “I don’t get it,” you scoffed. “How did he even find us?” For Benji’s men to know exactly where you were is no coincidence.

“Benji’s got his ways, little miss,” Geto says, puffing on a cigarette Gojo passes him. “He’s got people all over the place; a whole operation of members. I wouldn’t be shocked if his bandits in Bull’s Creek said somethin’ about us lookin’ for him.” Now it all makes sense! Someone snitched!

“So now he’s tryin’ to take us out,” you sighed. “Great. Maybe they’ve got a Willow Springs in the afterlife.” Gojo’s blue eyes lock on yours, irritation swimming in them. “Don’t say that,” he said, so firmly that it shuts you up completely. “Nothin’ is gonna happen to us. We’re gonna get you to Willow Springs and bag Benji ‘cause that’s what we agreed on.”

The blue-eyed outlaw stands with you now, pulling out a slim, violet dress decorated in beads. “Oooh, this is pretty,” he coos. “Rich-lookin’, dontcha think?” He shows Geto who taps a thoughtful finger against his chin. “It’s her color,” he says, delighted by the little article of clothing. “Now all we need is some accessories.” You snort as you watch the two grown men look for necklaces and earrings. “Y’all are enjoyin’ this more than me.

Gojo laughs, passing you the dress with some satin shoes. “It’s always fun to play some dress-up now and again. Now put this on and show us how ya look.” He shoos you off to a try-on room while he and Geto look for accessories to hide their features.

You try on the dress and the slippers, noticing how soft they are and how the dress hugs you tight. You feel good in it. Normal, even, like a regular woman who doesn’t bust guns and jump from county to county. You look at yourself out of your hat, boots, and bandana, feeling different, but a good different. You feel beautiful. When you walk out to show Gojo and Geto, they are busy counting their coin to pay for the items.

“How do I look?” you softly ask, making them stop. You immediately have their attention, their eyes grazing over your body and the extra layer of skin that the dress provides. “Like you could win an award,” Gojo chuckles. You instantly feel like maybe this plan could work.

After the boys change into their own disguises–suits and fake mustaches–, you head over to the five-star hotel you had your eyes on before and park the horses outside before heading into the clean, sophisticated-looking lobby. A man in a doorman uniform looks up from his book, immediately frowning at the sight of the Gunslingers.

“Are you hear to purchase tickets for the opera tonight?” he asks, nervously staring up at the very tall, very muscular men holding your bags behind you. You shake your head, though it does explain why so many rich-looking folks are here. “Can I help you then?”

“I hope you can,” you snootily respond, trying not to laugh as you do. “I’m attending the opera tomorrow and ordered a room here beforehand, but it was taken without my knowledge! I’d like to pay for another, please.”

The man, still nervous, nods and flips through the book where a bunch of room numbers sit. “May I have your name so I can put you on the waitlist?” he asks.

That’s when you muster up as much of your acting skills as you can. “Waitlist?” you scoff, putting a hand to your heart. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” The man stays silent, so you continue. “Alana Tabuki, first of my name, owner of several acres. Now, I don’t want to believe that you’d disrespect me, sir, because you’d also be disrespecting my men.”

You turn to the Gunslingers who still look menacing despite their disguises. You offer them your arms dripping in bangle bracelets. “They don’t take too kindly to that, do you, boys?” you titter.

The duo takes each of your hands and begins to pepper them in kisses, starting from your knuckles to up your arm to your shoulder. Each kiss leaves a trail of fire up your skin, similar to have Gojo’s kiss made you feel. Once they get to your neck, you start to feel liquid heat pour into your stomach, especially when the two begin to softly moan in your ear. Is this still a part of the plan?

“O-Okay, that’s enough,” you stutter, feeling hot in your dress. “We don’t want to make the poor man feel uncomfortable.”

The desk clerk, sweating bullets and looking like he wants to die, rapidly grabs a room key from behind him and drops it into your hand. “O-oh, look at that!” he squeaks. “We have a room that just opened! Please follow our luggagemen to take your bags, ma’am!” He nods at the two luggagemen near the elevator.

You nod your thanks and slip Geto the key. “Nicely done,” he whispers, pocketing the key before walking off with Gojo who gives you a wink. You proudly smile and follow them close behind as they help the luggagemen with their bags, probably weary about giving them their shit.

But before you can walk into the elevator, someone comes around the corner and bumps into your side, nearly knocking you down. “Oh, excuse me!” you gasp, stumbling to the left. What you really want to say is, “Hey, watch it!”, but you know that would gain too much bad attention.

However, when you look at the stranger, all words and thoughts cease to exist. All you feel is fear and dread wrapped up in one as you stare at the man before you. Benji the Bandit is much bigger in person–about six-something feet towering over you and even bigger because of his hulking frame. You bet he’s even taller than Geto and Gojo combined.

He is much older with long, black hair streaked in gray, a salt-and-pepper beard, an eyepatch that covers his scarred right eye, and a smile glittering in gold that sends shivers down your spine. Despite the wrinkles by his eyes, obvious aging, and the suit he wears, he still scares you like he’s the Boogeyman.

“No,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice that sends shivers down your spine. “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m so desperate to get these opera tickets that I forgot my footing.” He laughs, the sound like a rumbling earthquake, and gives you a nod before heading off to do his business, walking with a slight gate on his long cane, his big, ringed hand tattooed with a rose on it.

You don’t get a chance to say anything else because Gojo is pulling you inside the elevator and the doors shut, and with it, your target.

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Your five-star hotel room is much better than sleeping in a tent or in the open by a fire.

The clerk hooked you and the Gunslingers up with a hotel suite with two separate bedrooms with their own washrooms, a kitchenette with appliances for brewing tea and coffee, and a lounging space with two fluffy armchairs and a couch near a window overlooking the streets below. The floor is shag carpet, the walls are painted a buttercream yellow, and sweet-smelling, red flowers sit on the table in front of you where you sit on the couch.

Included with the flowers are two trays of food, a bucket of ice, and a complimentary bottle of champagne that Gojo has already popped open. The trays are littered with finger foods: crackers, all kinds of cheese, fruits, meats, and mustard. Gojo sits next to you, chomping on cheese and sipping bubbly, his bare feet kicked up and having ditched his disguise for a wife beater.

You hear the water in his and Geto’s chosen bedroom shut off and out walks Geto in a robe, his muscled calves and chest dripping in water on full display. He pulls his wet locks into a bun, looking like a wet, dark-haired Adonis. “Ah,” he sighs. “Much better, though I am jealous of the two of you for havin’ such a beautiful view durin’ your soak this mornin’.”

He smiles at you but you can’t find it within yourself to return it. You would be indulging in the luxury of the room with them if it wasn’t for Benji the Bandit taking up your thoughts. “You should,” Gojo chuckles. “It was a very beautiful view…I mean, before we were rudely interrupted by bullets, don’t you agree, Y/N?”

You don’t really hear him, staring blankly down at your satin slippers sitting by the door. You haven’t yet changed out of your dress, even though your bag is in your bedroom now. “Y/N?” Gojo repeats.

You turn to him, finding him and Geto staring at you. “S-Sorry,” you say, flushing with embarrassment. “I’m just a little tired is all.”

But Gojo isn’t dumb. “Bullshit,” he scoffs. “You’ve got somethin’ on that mind of yours.” He pours you a glass of champagne and passes it to you. You barely take a sip.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried. “Can’t we talk about it? It’s important that you’re feelin’ as good as we do.”

You want to tell them you saw Benji, but at the same time, you don’t want to worry them. They seem so relaxed. “How come y’all wear gloves all the time?” you randomly ask. They blink at you, confused. You nod down at Geto’s bare hands which are bigger and thicker than Gojo’s. “I noticed even when we’re not on our horses, you wear gloves. Y’all germophobes or somethin’?”

You make the joke to avoid getting forced to cough up the truth, but you even feel weird doing that. Gojo snatches a strawberry from the tray. “Nah,” he chuckles, chewing on the fruit. “But Sugu is. I’m shocked he hasn’t wiped this place down yet.”

His partner glares down at him. “Not yet,” he growls, snatching the champagne glass from a giggling Gojo. “The gloves are for protection. Not only to avoid leavin’ fingerprints on our targets but to also hide our tattoos.”

He shows you his rose tattoo inked on his knuckles, the same as Gojo’s. “Benji made us get these when we started,” he explains. “He wanted us to prove our loyalty to him by gettin’ his symbol on our skin forever.” He snorts crudely at the ink, shaking his head.

Seeing the distaste in his and Gojo’s faces at the sight of the ink on their skin, forever bonded to them whether they like it or not, you break. “I saw Benji earlier,” you finally confess.

A tense, shocked silence falls onto the room and you instantly regret saying anything. “What?” Geto asks and his tone shocks you––it’s sharp and intimidating like an angry father would use. “When?” he demands.

You swallow hard, knowing you can’t button your lip now. “Earlier while y’all were takin’ the luggage to the elevator. He bumped me comin’ around the corner.”

The duo continue to stare you down, making you feel uncomfortable. “Did he say anythin’ to you?” Gojo asks. You passively shrug, hugging yourself as a way t self-pacify. “Just that he was sorry and he’s goin’ to the opera tonight…which I also think we should attend.”

The white-haired outlaw scowls at you. “And how in the fuck are we supposed to do that?” he scoffs. “We don’t even have tickets!”

You scoff, glaring at him. “This is comin’ from the same guy who scammed a motel clerk out of some rooms,” you sharply retort, eyeing the both of them suspiciously. “What’s up with y’all anyway? All of a sudden, y’all sound like y’all don’t wanna catch this big-bodied bitch.”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Geto firmly protests. “We wanna catch Benji as much as you do, but this is also the same guy who tried to kill us just this mornin’. If he knows we’re here, we could be in big trouble and blow this whole operation to hell. That’s why I said we need to lay low for a bit.”

But that isn’t good enough for you. “So we just…sit here and let him get away?”

You can’t help but be increasingly pissed at this new “plan”. You would think that the Gunslingers would be jumping at the chance to get Benji, but instead, they’re hesitant. Resistant. Not at all the Gunslingers you met and thought they were.

“It can’t be just a coincidence that he’s here at the same time as us, Geto,” you argue. “It’s a miracle! Obviously, somethin’ in the universe is tellin’ us to get this guy and y’all are more concerned about blowin’ your cover?”

Geto sighs, looking physically tired of your shit. “This isn’t about our cover. It’s about keepin’ us safe and alive until it’s the right time to pounce.”

“This is the right time!” you argue, standing up from the couch. “What other time do we have to wait?” The duo just stare at you, neither one backing down from their decision. You simmer, angered at them.

“Maybe I was wrong about y’all,” you hiss. “Fine, since y’all wanna be pussies about it, then I’ll go myself.”

You begin to stalk towards the door, but Gojo gets up and blocks you from going any further. “No, you’re not,” he sternly says. He looks strange without that usual, gigawat smile on his face. Scary, even. His blue eyes look like ice to you, making you feel like you’ve been dipped in a pool in the Arctic.

But the stubborn, bratty bitch in you just scowls up at him. “And who the fuck is gonna stop me?” you fridigly ask. Before he can answer, you push past him and continue to walk towards the door.

You barely make it to the knob when you suddenly feel something tighten around your midsection. You look down, finding a leather whip wrapped tight around you. “Hey, let me go!” you snap, pulling at the whip. “Dammit, Gojo, I said let me go!”

Gojo just stands there, holding onto the whip with one hand, watching as you as struggle. “Nah, I think I’m gonna let leave ya there to think about your bratty behavior.”

He yanks on the whip, causing you to forcefully be jerked toward him. You try to dig your heels into the floor, but it’s no use. He’s just too strong.

“Satoru,” Geto firmly says. He stands from the couch, fists clenched. “Let her go.”

Gojo scowls at him, but releases you anyway. You stagger away from him, finally feeling like you can breathe. Geto strides over to you and stands in the middle of you and Gojo, not wanting the suite to turn into a battlefield…but it already has.

“Let’s just calm down, okay?” he suggests, collected and composed. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but this is the way it has to be for right now. We’ll find out where Benji is headed next and go from there, but for now, let’s just relax and get some rest.”

He tries to take your hand, but you flinch away from him and storm off to your bedroom to get the rest he speaks of. But you can’t get rest, especially when night falls. You toss and turn, haunted by vengeance, leaving you hotblooded and your pistol hand itching.

When you rise from your bed in your PJs, Geto and Gojo have already gone to bed, their door cracked and the sound of Gojo snoring heard throughout the suite.

You slip into your purple dress and heels from earlier, make your hair look presentable, and slip on your leather jacket. Once you’re dressed, you add your accessories: a gold necklace, bracelets, a knife in a garter belt strapped to your thigh, and a pistol that you slip into your purse.

You don’t bother leaving a note. You know that the boys will know where you’ve gone. So you slip out of the suite, locking it, and down the quiet hallway to the elevators. You don’t turn back. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll rethink this and decide to stay. So when the elevators ding, you walk in and head to the lobby.

Once the doors open, you give the doormen a nod as you head outside in the summer night. Reneigh is waiting for you along with Geto and Gojo’s Broncos, all of them chuffling when you see you. You pet Reneigh’s nose and untie her before hiking your dress up and mounting her, feeling weird without your riding boots and pants.

“C’mon, girl,” you whisper before softly clucking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Reneigh takes off clicking down the path, leaving the hotel behind.

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #black coded reader #my fic shit #black writers #jjk smut #cowboy gojo #cowboy geto #satosugu #satoru gojo x black!reader #suguru geto x black!reader #cowboy!au #cowboy!geto #cowboy!gojo #poly smut #poly love

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lucielxbe · 4 months ago

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chocolate ♰⸝⸝ starter for @beseonghan

in a blink of an eye, february had arrived. whenever luciel goes to the practice rooms for the typical, tiresome routine he’s gotten used to — he roams around for a bit, around the building, in hopes… prayers, that his paths will be crossed with him. coincidences do not last forever; then all luciel has to do is create that coincidence, right?

once, and then twice; they don’t see each other. third time’s supposedly the charm, right? even then that doesn’t happens, and a heavy feeling remains seated in his chest.

there’s a small white box of chocolates in his bag. at first glance, it looks like he bought it from a chocolatier, but the taste is far from it, or even the shapes. they’re simple chocolate truffles with a hint of coffee to it, and it looks like it was made in a hurry. luciel doesn’t has that much time to carefully make them, anyways.

back in school, on valentines day, he would find chocolates on his desk or his locker. most of them were honmei, clearly made with love. something he thought he was incapable of; he had no one to make those childish chocolates for. or, the reality was that, he couldn’t. there was a boy he used to think of giving chocolates to, but wasn’t it weird, giving chocolates to a boy? to a childhood friend he couldn’t even see often? but for what?

these chocolates that he has now, why does luciel want to give them to him?

it’s childish, and stupid. he should just throw— “s.. seonghan!” the boy calls out to him, when he abruptly spots him. then he takes a pause to collect himself, realising that he may had been a bit… loud. strange, was he always this nervous around him?

luciel blinks when he comes face to face with the boy. even when he looks tired, somehow, he still looks pretty to him. is there something wrong in his brain? nevertheless, he pulls down his sweater sleeve on one side, to make one of those ‘sweater paws’, and then reaches for seonghan’s hand with it. then with the other hand, he quickly shoves that little gift box on his palm. “happy valentines, seonghan,” he smiles, with a tinge of cheekiness to it, like he did something to be praised for. “giri choco, i made them. it’s for you.”

reluctantly, he pulls his hand away. “i’ve always wanted to give you chocolates, like a cute high school student back then… but we weren’t even in the same country…” he pretends to sigh, but a grin forms on his lips afterwards. “so, surprised? i’ve put my entire heart into making them. was i the first one, hmm~?”

#* chocolate / seonghan #beseonghan #* threads #/ ok.whatever stupid dog

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iheart-nana · 11 months ago

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v. sudden shower

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CHAPTER FIVE ─ sudden shower.

❛ she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen ❜

Narrator's Perspective

"Thank you for your time," she expressed her gratitude to the Jagam High swimming team. Her smiling face reflected contentment with the outcome of their interview. The boys broke out in chatter on hearing a final note of conclusion and began biding their goodbyes to Eunyoung as well as to each other. Their coach gave Eunyoung a polite smile and a bow before taking his leave, his kind gesture returned by Eunyoung. She switched off her recorder, gathered her stuff and began her walk home.

Reaching the bus stop, she took a seat, a satisfied sigh leaving her mouth which seemed to say "It's over, and I did my best." Just as she looked out the window, she heard someone sit down beside her. Turning around, she couldn't believe whose face she saw. Eunyoung's eyes widened, her pupils constricting into tiny black beads. Her jaw slackens, and a breath hitches in her throat, momentarily stolen by surprise. She blinks rapidly, once, twice, willing herself not to be hallucinating.

"Choi Eunyoung?" Sunjae's voice fell on her ears, "So, you take this bus too?"

Pretending to look at his name tag, Eunyoung said, "Ryu Sunjae?"

"Hmm, that's me," he said rather cooly. His wandering gaze betrayed his faux composure, which went unnoticed by Eunyoung, who was too caught up in processing this new information.

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

Sunjae and I sat in silence for the first half of the bus ride. I had to fight my instinct to fidget with the hem of my skirt or press the buttons on my MP3 recorder, both of which would make me look like a nervous disaster, not to mention serve no purpose to calm my racing heartbeat. It took all the strength in my body not to look at Sunjae, as I knew that if I did, I doubt I would ever be able to look away. My favourite idol was sitting next to me on a bus, oblivious to his future that I was painfully aware of. After about ten minutes, I thought it was a good opportunity to talk to him privately, and I mustered up some courage to say something.

"The coach was telling me you recently came back from rehab after shoulder surgery," I started as he turned to face me, "How is it that you were able to bounce back so quickly?"

"It feels as if I'm still being interviewed," he said with a cheeky chuckle.

"Sorry to put you on the spot," I apologized quickly with an embarrassed smile, "You don't have to answer that unless you want to."

"I don't mind," he smiled politely, "I think my determination played a major role. During rehab, all I could think of was the day I could swim again. I wanted to start as soon as my doctor said it would be okay."

My lips curled into a smile, which surfaced despite my efforts to conceal it. I recalled the time he said that the day of his last swimming competition was the most heartbreaking moment of his life. He must have been so dejected. The realization hit me like a bulldozer, that Sunjae loved swimming with his whole heart.

"I might not be in the place to say this, but wouldn't it be better to rest a while longer, so you can return when you've regained your strength?" I suggested gently, "Taking time off might do you some good."

"I appreciate your concern, but I feel ready," he argued, "I've rested enough."

Just as I began to speak, the bus came to a screeching halt, the announcement of my stop breaking my train of thought. Sunjae rose to his feet before I could say anything, "I need to get off here."

I sat hesitantly in my seat, trying to comprehend his declaration. I snapped out of my trance and rushed out of the bus. Sunjae stood before me with his back to me.

"Sunjae!" I called out to him.

He was just as surprised to see me, "This is your stop too?"

"Yeah," I said through laughs. We could only chuckle at all the coincidences we realized within about thirty minutes. A fat, cold drop of water spattered on my face, missing my right eye by less than an inch. I flinched in surprise, looking up at the grey skies, darkened by the dense sea of clouds that floated around, threatening to unleash the rain at any moment.

Another drop fell on my face, the water cool against my flushed face. The little droplets were followed by a whole downpour of them, startling me as well as Sunjae, who jumped back. It felt like the sky had opened up and decided to dump its entire bucket of rainwater on us. The wind whipped up instantly, yanking at my hair and sending loose flyers skittering across the sidewalk like startled pigeons.

"What now?" Sunjae shouted over the drumming rain.

"Run!" I yelled back. An unknown instinct took over my body as I reached for Sunjae's hand, which felt twice the size of mine. Warmth filled my body as I clutched his hand tightly and looked up at his face, eyebrows raised in surprise, eyes wide and full of confusion. "Huh?"

I pulled him along as I broke off into a run. I felt his shock too, as his body couldn't react to my impulsive action soon enough. At first, it was as if I dragged him along, but then his feet began to pick up pace, our footsteps splashing against the wet street as we made our way through the narrow lanes leading me home.

For a moment, I looked back at Sunjae, his right hand still clutched mine and his other hand was risen in a desperate attempt to shield his head from the rain. A chuckle escaped my mouth on seeing him struggling. Since smiles are contagious, he began smiling, hesitantly at first, then flashing his dimples in a real laugh. Our voices muffled by the rain rang through the air, drowning out any thoughts I might have had then. His hair flopped atop his head like a puppy's ears, the creased corners of his eyes lighting up his entire face.

Ryu Sunjae's Perspective

I watched in awe as Eunyoung pulled my hand through the streets of a series of familiar narrow, winding lanes. Our hands clutched each other tightly, not letting go for reasons to which we were oblivious. The rain had always felt bothersome; I hated being drenched after spending long hours swimming. It exhausted me, as I drowned in feelings of resentment for it.

Today, this moment, was nothing like anything I had felt before. Adrenaline rushed through my veins pulling me towards Eunyoung as our feet splashed against the wet streets. My gaze wandered to Eunyoung's face. Her long, black hair was getting soaked by the minute, little water droplets running down her face. She looked back at me, laughing heartily at my surprised face. Her lips extended into a bright smile, the creased corners of her eyes expressing happiness I hadn't felt in god knows how long. Unknowingly, I joined in the laughter, the melodies of our voices resounding in my ears, muffled by the rain.

Something about her aura pulled me in, refusing to let me go. It felt like we had become intertwined in a few fleeting moments. I didn't know how long we had been running when her surprisingly tight grip dragged me into a restaurant nearby.

Is this what they call love at first sight?

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nayoung's notes: no matter what universe sunjae is in, he can't escape his loser identity. this scene plays in my head every time it rains 🤧 this is my probablly my favorite chapter(so far) hope you liked it!

delphi's notes: SONAKI BITCHESSS. Not the love at first sight tho.

@the-one-and-only-delphi

next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapterss here!

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sneezilla · 9 months ago

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Weekly WIP Dump #1

Doing this to keep myself active on here. Because if I waited to post only what’s finished/polished, I’d probably not post for another month at least.

This one’s gonna be quite a big one (just gonna dump everything that’s been a WIP)! May contain rambles about unrelated topics (music choice/what has inspired me lately) as a warning.

So starting off with what I’m most excited to talk about/has been unraveling steadily the past couple months: The TF/Ultrakill crossover.

Working title atm is Echoes, to be changed if I think of anything I like more. (After the Pink Floyd song, that’s my favorite by them, it’s a gorgeous piece that is best when listened to when staring off into space in a dark room).

In V1’s perspective (for the time being), basically boils down to “what if V1/the other models were made by Shockwave”.

Here’s a snipped of what I have so far!

Before the machine could fire again it’s grabbed into the insecticon’s maw. Shockwave did not flinch as a sickening crunch emanated from the cage. The pincers pierced into its abdominal plating, and it shook its helm violently, tossing the machine about, splatted energon looking akin to a careless flick of a bright pink paintbrush.

Starscream cackled at the display. “Such a shame, I can’t imagine how long you’ve been wasting on that thing.”

The machine raised its servo again.

It cocked the gun.

A beam was sent through the helm of the beast. Another splattering of energon was spilled, and it collapsed, maw hung open limply.

The machine slipped out, dragging itself off of the pincers, and draped itself over the open wound of the creature. The viewers watched in awe as the tears and holes in the plating mend before their optics, snapped metal fusing back together as if graced with a practiced blowtorch. It took only a couple kliks for it to repair fully, and with energon smeared across its helm, it was a painting of grotesqueness.

The walls came down, and the machine was allowed an optic to optic view of the audience, and the audience was granted a perfectly clear view of it.

“This is V1,” Shockwave stated.

It stared at its audience. One looked vaguely afraid, one looked indifferent, and one looked impressed.

V1 passed the former barrier, taking slow steps that sounded like small clicks against the floor, and it came to stand by Shockwave, a trail of pink in its wake. It only reached to the top of his shins, but its presence was still massively oppressive. To one in that room, it felt almost suffocating.

Next up, I’ve got the RiaDBSS update. Not much to say, I’m pretty sure this chapter is just gonna be a lot of flirting. With who? Surprise :) But Soundwave’s been out of commission for a bit, time to drag him back.

“Hmm. Did anything look off to you before you left? Or have you noticed anything that’s coincided with the incidents.”

One tentacle points at you.

“Me? Why?”

He turns, and pulls up feed of you hanging out in the medbay, talking with Knock Out. You narrow your optics at him. “So?”

The feed then switches to you working on the engine.

“I’m lost. What’re you getting at?”

It changes again, appearing that you’re talking to yourself but to a more careful optic you’d be talking on your commlink while you’re pacing in the hall. It then changes to you being “attacked” by Predaking.

“T-that was a one time event!”

It switches, again, to some feed of you relaxing in your old room, and then once again, you’re back to the engine room, screwing back on a fuel line that had unattached itself.

“I don’t understand,” you say, plainly. You try and make sense of what he’s feeding you, of what little scraps of info he’s attempting to show you. A prong of a tentacle taps at your forehelm twice, and then pats your shoulder.

Then, stuff for CbALR. This has been really fun to write so far. I’ve gotten to really tap into some really graphic and visceral imagery. If all else fails, maybe I’ll be a horror writer one day. This snippet is from Sebastian’s POV. I’d like to dedicate this to Loss of Life (the album) by MGMT. Phradie’s song, while it doesn’t fit thematically, is magical. I think it fits tonally. It’s so dreamlike.

You are truly the worst.

Yet…

Oh, how he’s left reeling by your hand. His chest aches when he thinks of your form crumbled in a heap of limbs, aches when he thinks of your awed expression as you look at him— him, like he’s worth more than what he’s made of, aches when he remembers how soft your hands felt and how gentle you were with him. For all he’s done, for every bit of mouthiness he gave, you still treated him with such care. The small gestures of goodwill raveled together into a ball of comfort, of something he can’t recall feeling, certainly not while like this, this monster he’s been subjected into becoming.

He recalls the prick of fear that awashed him the first time your hands ravaged him, which quickly spread like a poison, making him lash out before he could put two and two together.

And it pangs him to think about.

He doesn’t want to feel this way, never asked to have such a vehement fear for touch.

And it pangs even further to think he might’ve really done you in. The one person who wasn’t as freighted of him as he is of them. He— oh how he reels, eyes squinting shut, bloodied hands smearing crimson along his face as he tries to shut it all out. He feels sick, the smells of salt and blood and torn eels making him want to wretch, to clear himself of all his self pity and bitter hatred out of the pit of his stomach, sinking like dead weight.

Behind his eyes, all he can see is you— mangled and torn to shreds, his hands bloodied with you, with your fluid and mess of entrails strewn about the floor, and your face is so rash laden he wouldn’t even be able decipher that it’s you without your pungent funk. The funk that permeates everywhere you go, that perfect blend of rust and mildew that drags him in.

He finally pries his hands off of his face and opens his eyes. Your visage disappears, but that rusty mildew remains, cloying and beckoning.

And finally, a couple Pressure doodles (1st will be posted tomorrow, 2nd I’m gonna do some more editing because there’s quite a few spelling mistakes)

That’s about it. Apologies if the formatting is weird, posting from my phone :P

#wip sunday #transformers #ultrakill #roblox pressure #it’s 11pm rn I’ll probably go back and edit the format in the morning

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entities-of-posts · 2 years ago

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The War of All Things will come. But will the Who win? It is broken, as He is no longer It and where He has gone as changed Him. If He and There could stave off the Who, what's to say The 14 with Theirs could not take The Maddness that is not Them. I warn that loss might be had in the fight, and to take caution, a lier's throat they might be but a Sightless has seen.

Hmm. You’ve got me somewhat more interested, though you’re not making any more sense than the Liar. It’s tempting to assume the Who would refer to the Stranger, and the Madness to the Spiral, but you two seem to cast them as separate from the widely accepted Fears. Fascinating, though still of little clarity. But when it comes to warnings such as these, once is mad raving, twice is an odd coincidence…

#who?#statements

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posebean · 2 years ago

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Summer Rain: Sick in the Rain 1

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Spring

Characters: Niki

Niki: Nee-san~ I’m just being plain dumb? Why are you calling me dumb now, too? What did I do to deserve this treatment~

Disclaimer: This chapter includes Anzu heavily as a character. She is her own character here, but it's still Niki directly addressing her as "Nee-san" in order to stick to the Enstars story format as much as possible.

Studio, 2 days after

Niki: Is this where you wanted the camera? A little to the left? Okay!

Niki: There, all moved just like how you wanted.

Niki: I don’t need to help out? Oh, no no no, it’s fine. It’s the least I can do to help, Director-san! I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to meet your expectations.

Niki: Nahaha, it’s not like I have much else to do. I can just take over a side character role if you need that.

Niki: The rest of my unit is still here, and I already called off from Cinnamon for the filming period. I might as well help out in any way I can.

Niki: Come back~? I’m sorry Director-san, anything but that. I can cook snacks for the crew, I can help with props and such. But I really can’t act. I’ve been holding the whole team back, it’s for the best~

Niki: You haven’t found a replacement yet? Oh…

Niki: Definitely not Kohaku-chan…What about Himeru-kun? Or we can try asking someone else from the agency? Maybe Vice Pres has someone in mind?

Niki: You asked Himeru and Himeru refused? And you really don’t want to have to talk with Vice Pres again? Honestly, understandable from an outsider’s perspective, nahaha.

Niki: Vice Pres can be a little much at times, but he’s very fun once you get to know him~

Niki: I’m your only hope? You give me too much credit, Director-san. I’m just a chef~ If you want good food, I’m your best hope. You don’t come to me if you need a movie made~

Niki: Oh, is that your phone ringing?

Niki: I guess you’ll be going back to check on the others. Don’t worry, I’m fine here! I’ll make sure this camera stays in place and doesn’t budge at all~

Niki: (Nahaha…Director-san is understanding but still a little pushy~ As expected of an industry professional.)

Niki: (sits down in a chair, watching the filming in the distance)

Niki: (While they’re looking for a replacement for me, the other three are filming the scenes that they can. They’re still working hard, way better at this than me.)

Niki: ... I wonder why Himeru-kun rejected the role?

Niki: I’m a little glad-

Niki: (Wait- why am I glad? This movie is going nowhere without a second lead!)

Niki: Ugh…too much thinking. Need to get some food into my stomach ♪ Let’s see, I should have a leftover granola bar in my pocket.

Niki: Eh?

Niki: Oh right. I finished it two hours ago.

Niki: … Guess I’ll just wither away and starve here until everyone’s done…that shouldn’t be that long, I hope.

Niki: ...!

Niki: (Hmm? What’s that…delicious yet familiar smell? Almost like…that bread that I really love~♪)

Niki: Ah! Nee-san, fancy seeing you here.

Niki: Are you here to check in on the filming? If Vice Pres is pushing you around dumping work on someone else when he’s supposed to be the one handling our ragtag group, feel free to complain~

Niki: You’re here out of your own will? Really Nee-san, your arrival is too convenient to be a coincidence. Someone must’ve told you something~

Niki: Himeru-kun and Kohaku-chan? What did they tell you?

Niki: That me and Rinne-kun are being stupid and need someone to straighten us out because whatever they’re trying isn’t working? Ehhh~ They’re wrong Nee-san, everything is sorted out.

Niki: Ignore the fact that we’re at a standstill in all of the main scenes~ They’ll find a more experienced replacement quickly. They’ll be able to re-record everything and all the scenes that we missed at twice the speed compared with what we could with me as the second lead.

Niki: Oh, you have something for me?

Niki: Nee-san! I knew I smelled my favorite bread ♪ How did you know it was my favorite? It’s not really common knowledge, and it’s a little hard to get a hand on it normally.

Niki: ... You ran into Rinne-kun over there and he told you to give it to me? Oh…I see…

Niki: (Stares down at the bread in his hands)

Niki: He looked sad? Even while filming? Huh…

Niki: But he was so excited when we started…what changed?

Niki:?

Niki: No way, it can’t be because I quit. Even Rinne-kun understood, I did it for the good of the movie!

Niki: Some of the most important things are left unsaid?

Niki: …Nahaha, Nee-san. You’re really saying Rinne-kun was having fun…and enthusiastic…because I was there with him?

Niki: You’re really giving me too much credit. Maybe he was, but that was because he had someone to pick on~

Niki: You doubt that? Geez, why is everyone saying that? Is everyone saying that I, the one who knows Rinne-kun the most, don’t actually know him that well?

Niki: Not at all?

Niki: Nee-san~ I’m just being plain dumb? Why are you calling me dumb now, too? What did I do to deserve this treatment~

Niki: You’re joking? But you also mean it too? Nee-san…

Niki: I know that, I know that Rinne-kun cares for me. But that’s in the same way he cares about Kohaku-chan and Himeru-kun! And how he cares about his brother, his juniors, and everyone. He’s a very caring person, you know? He just doesn’t like to show it often~

Niki: It’s different? Very different?

Niki: Haha Nee-san, how are you so sure? I'm even starting to wonder if I really do know Rinne-kun…

Niki: You’re saying you have something else for me? Ah, what’s this CD for? Oh, I see, that’s why you have a laptop with you~

Niki: Eh? Nee-san, I put the CD in but it’s a blank video with just a black screen. Is this some sort of secret message or something?

Niki: Turn the volume up? Oh, it is muted. Let me do that-

Computer: ♪

Niki: (This…song…)

Niki: (It’s a completely different feeling… and the key is shifted… but…)

Niki: (It’s there. It’s definitely there. This instrumental, wherever Nee-san got it from…)

Niki: (It has the melody of mine and Rinne-kun’s duo debut song. Heartbeat Honey Drop.)

Niki: (The song that we started with. The song that symbolized the beginning of our journey to chase our dreams. Dreams…that we have at our hands right now, as Crazy:B.)

Niki: Nee-san, where did you get this? Do you know what it’s for? What it’s…from?

Niki: It’s a secret where you got it from? Ehh~ Oh? It’s the instrumental for a scene from the movie?

Niki: You don’t know what it’s from? You only know that I recognized it from watching me listen to it? Haha, you could say it’s nostalgic for me. In some way.

Niki: But if it’s for the movie…how on Earth did Director-san get ahold of that song…we weren’t popular and I doubt you’ll even find anything besides Crazy:B stuff when searching us up-

Niki: (Oh.)

Niki: (There’s only one way this could’ve happened. The only other person that knows that melody by heart.)

Niki: (The one that’s been there by my side this whole time. Waiting patiently, always there for me. The one that broadened my world, dragged me against my will into a world of blinding lights.)

Niki: (I didn’t forget this tune, but it did fade away behind all the new things we’ve experienced. But Rinne-kun…Rinne-kun, you kept it with you this whole time, chasing after me for so many years…)

Niki: (Nahaha, I guess everyone is right. Maybe I am a little dumb. Why else would Rinne-kun do all these things, only want to be a lead if I was the second lead, only be able to put his all in when I’m there, somehow get the Director to repurpose a song so special to us…)

Niki: Nahaha, Nee-san~ You’re saying that Rinne-kun only looks at me in that soft way? Haha, he’s such a sap.

Niki: It’s cute how loyal he is, even if it comes to the detriment of other things, nahaha.

Niki: (Sighs) It really can’t be helped. Nee-san, can you tell Director-san that I’ll do it? I’ll finish the movie, play the second lead like what was originally planned.

Niki: Nee~san. Why are you smiling at me like that?

Niki: Nee-san you are so sly. You are as sly as Rinne-kun is sometimes. You planned this. You definitely planned this, knowing what would happen. I don’t know with who, but you definitely had an accomplice…or accomplices.

Niki: Nee~san stop smiling at me like that you’re gonna make me cry~

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Hmm flying pasta huh? You've given us much food for thought, Mouse. It's all a bit confusing, so I have to use little but of my brain here. But let's see... HnM, and essentially the BRF, is throwing a lot of random, some true some false, stories out there to see what gets the audience engaged. Right?

Trying to list all the random pasta being thrown out lately. As in, all the random disconnected PR tangents out there. Let me know if I'm missing something ..

1. HnM are separating and their marriage is really bad (too.much chatter about this, makes me think this is not true and very much orchestrated by HnM themselves to further their joint victim narrative)

2. The car chase

3. Random awards for Meghan and her humanitarian work

4. Meghan got new agent, WME. She is going solo. My guess is WME was already engaged by Harry for zoom/lecture circuit but it was not official. This is because he has been working with Jill, Serena william's agent for sometime now. Meghan then hired WME the agency via Jill's recommendation.

5. They will not do any more interviews, podcasts, shows about the BRF.

6. Harry and his Visa issue and that court caseim the US (my guess is nothing will happen with that and that Harry already got his O1 Visa renewal this year. It's a 3 years visa that he first got in/around June 2020)

7. Harry and his very many media lawsuits in the UK.

8. Harry maybe is, maybe isn't still a counselor or state. He keeps going back to UK just when his dad is overseas. Once can be a coincidence, but twice??

9. HnM looking for houses in LA

10. HnM selling their montecito mansion. Or renting it out?

11. Harry has a spare room always on hold at a hotel in LA/SF. (Previously this same rumours came out about Meghan but turned out she was shooting for her podcast at the hotel)

12. HnM and their mystery friend whose house address they did not want to disclose in NYC. My guess is that it was Fitzpatrick the hotel guy.

13. Travlyst put a new ad out a few weeks ago. Interesting timing, and my guess is that Travelyst and the CHIMPO gig are somehow related to Harry's visa and tax status. That's why the only time we hear about Travelyst is 2020 and 2023 when his Visa was due.

14. HnM will make a royal feature film for Netflix. My guess, HnM and neyfy will work that into the promotion for The Crown S6, that's the only way HnM will make any money.

15. Charles and Camilla don't like Catherine. That's the weirdest news I have heard lately, and think it's not true at all. Mainly because Catherine is too classy to let a fued with the King and Queen be known publicly within months of their reign.

16. Harry has hired lawyers months back.

This is a very long list and I'm sure I missed some points. I'm just wondering what the purpose for PR salad is... how does it serve HnM other than just keeping them in the news cycle? Where's the money for them in this?

And how does it serve the BRF other than just putting the main players under immense (and unnecessary) scrutiny?

Hello! Thank you for this lovely, thought out and detailed message!! You definitely named a lot of the main PR Pasta stories I was discussing. From what I've read here, you have three main questions:

1. How does this serve H&M?

2. Where is the money in all of this?

3. How does the Flying Pasta Game serve the BRF aside from putting the main players under immense and unneccesary scrutiny?

Let's look at question 1:

If you strip back the sensationalism that is in the press, and you strip back the titles, money, and fame... what do Harry and Meghan really have to offer? Not much. Keeping them in the press, like you mentioned in your question, does keep them relevant. And, we'll discuss why this equates to dollars in a moment. But, think of this. If Meghan and Harry weren't in the press... all their critics would move on. They don't need fans, as they don't have a whole lot of them in truth. They need people to criticize them so they can cash in on those victim interviews. But those have run out.

If you remember, this mouse said way back in the day that eventually MM and H would run out of steam regarding the victim narrative and the BRF. You can't be a victim of someone you aren't even allowed to see. UNLESS... they can use the press to weaponize it and keep this going until something better comes along.

A lot of the time, people give narcs and cons too much credit. They think that these people go out and have detailed master plans, and most times, it is just on the fly, go with the flow kind of things. While there IS ALWAYS a general plan and direction, there isn't a step-by-step, day-by-day list of boxes to check. Most Narcs make it up as they go. And it's that way because information is always changing. One insignificant little point someone says could be something used against them later.

So, to summarize my answer for the first question... ultimately, the press not only keeps them relevant in a fast forgetting world, it also gives them a way to perpetuate the victim narrative. Most importantly, these stories give the powers that be feedback on the general public. You can't read the comments section and see if it's the right time to drop something or do something if you don't have anything written about you.

Question 2: How does that equate to money?

Well, at face value it does not. But, EVERY pap shot and leaked source story probably follows with a favor or payout. The laws in CA are strict. You cannot take the picture of a child and publish it without consent of the parents first. So if you see a picture of their children, and they aren't suing... it is because they can't sue after consent. Like Harry suing PageSix rumors.

Even when they are not getting paid with direct cash for scoops, stories, or pictures from Paps... they are using these stories to garner sympathy and empathy from people with money, planes, houses, beaches, etc. We saw proof of this recently from TB. Tom Bower said that is exactly why everyone marked them as grifters. They keep pushing woe-is-me to get handouts. They also use these stories to create relationships with people to manipulate them. An example of this is how MM used Jessica Mulroney to get into SoHo. If you can relate to someone, you can get them to trust you. If they trust you, you can get them to help you. If they will help you, you can manipulate them later on. It's how cons use emotions to manipulate.

Now to Question 3: How does this serve the BRF aside from creating unneccessary pressures (paraphrasing of course):

I am a firm believer that Daddy never cut Harry completely off. For several reasons aside from the source I have in London. I've posted their actual mortgage docs way back. The mortage, escrow, upkeep, etc... well let's just say the bank put a clause in there where they could rent the property out at any time, and they could do whatever they legally can to recoup that money for the mortgage. It even says if they fail to upkeep maintenance, they will come in and keep it up and then bill them.

While most rich and famous trusts are like that, the payments for the property alone are astronomical. Then security. Clothes. Cars. Trips. Appearances. Hair. Makeup, ETC.

It is expensive. And they haven't brought much in to set that off. So who is injecting the gap funds? IMO Daddy is paying for it all.

These stories are serving the BRF at least two-fold. Charles looks like the dad who tried everything. Wills the brother burdened with the crown he didn't ask for, and now little brother is estranged. Insert poor family member of the narcs and cons story here. The second way it serves them is because it keeps everyone focused on this drama instead of the other dramas they could be focusing on. It doesn't matter if the rumors are true... if it takes our attention away from LITERALLY ANY OTHER scandalous senationalist story regarding Andrew, or the suitcases of Cash, or the Rose rumors. Even the lizard rumors (LOL THAT IS A JOKE). Confusion is the goal here.

Another way this serves the BRF is it allows Charles to gauge the public opinion. YouGov polls aren't what they seem. Polling is very skewed. As with the Harkles, this allows for an echo chamber. This allows for Charles to see what his real options are with containment.

Charles is an expert with the Press. He has managed to turn the other woman (IMO the only woman, as he loved her but married for duty) into the Queen. When they wed in 2005, did you expect Queen Camilla? I didn't.

Charles is self-absorbed, and you can see that by how he acts in the shadows. He told his mother he cut Harry off because he wasn't a bank. But yet, there is really no proof he cut anything or anyone off. Just them hoping we all buy it. And I do not.

You do not release something as explosive as Meghan and Harry from the fishbowl unless you have a goal or you have no choice. I've said it before, and I will remind some readers...

I believe the Queen kicked Harry and Meghan out. I believe she made them leave. And I believe that Charles always had it in his mind, that if he had to do it to protect his own hide and reign. I believe he would pay for every kind of story to see how gullible we are all and how we all feel about things.

If you know the masses will forgive surrogacy but not smack-talking a dying lady in her late nineties, you can proceed differently.

Summary:

Q1: H&M use the press to get paid for leaks, pap shots, and mainly to keep themselves relevant. They curate and change themselves to fit the response

Q2: H&M benefit from always being in the news because they can use the victim narrative to manipulate and grift their targeted people. They probably already have an audience and purpose in mind with every story. Stories are the way cons use and abuse their targets

Q3: The BRF benefits from the Flying Pasta Stories because it keeps the masses focused on that trainwreck instead of other issues. They benefit from using the narrative to garner their own empathy. They benefit by seeing how the public will respond to potential decisions, too.

At the end of the day, I cannot believe that Harry and Meghan can afford everything they claim they are doing. And when I got contacted from a London source, I started to see things from a different perspective. When some of the things I was told came true, well... I started to change my whole outlook. It all boils down to data analysis. All of this provides data, and it allows them to manipulate people with the stories on both sides.

When I was in active conman mode, I would often just post stories on my social media so that my friends and family would see them. Say I knew one friend just got paid and they lost their mom to cancer... I would make up some nonsense to use that connection to pull on their heartstrings to get their money. I did it in all kinds of ways. I am ashamed of the things I used to do, and it is why I try to expose it when I see it now. This holds me to account in my own way. That's why I see things the way I do. I see what I used to do right there in the news all the time. And it's sad that it's allowed to happen. Because journalism isn't what is was before.

Thanks so much for the question, and I am deeply impressed with your list so far!!

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