#hope to one day put this energy into like a job or sumn

[remsmoonlight]

— title : brownies n’ breaks

— word count : 2.2 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : cooking is your love language and it’s time that you are able to finally make something for Daryl, protected from the high walls that alexandria boasts of are you finally able to bring that vision to life

— warnings : absolutely nothing, except sickly sweet fluff

oooo another daryl request if you’re willing!!! maybe once they get to alexandria reader makes daryl some homemade brownies or some shit because she knows he’s never had much homemade food if any just some domestic cute shit??🥺🥺♥️

          ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested     　/    requests are open   *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Sweetness flows throughout the air of your new home, sliding into every corner it can find to fill and warm. The smell of domesticy is something you thought perished long ago when the world died, but here you stand.. with a fresh batch of brownies in the oven baking as if life rebooted and got set back to factory settings. You move from the oven, small steps to the door to be able to survey the kitchen area once more, blinking as if to erase it from your vision, to be greeted with the punishing sun and the dirt filled roads lined with ghosts.

A cozy yellow glow is snug in the pit of your stomach as you think about who the sweet bake belongs to, Daryl has been nothing less than golden. From Atlanta, all the way to Alexandria.. he has always been one to step up without even thinking. You’d shared many secluded moments together, talking about your pasts and while he has never explicitly said anything, you have created a picture in your head about what he has gone through. The love not shared healthily to someone who will always put his family first. Even prior to the downfall of society, you loved to cook for everyone you knew.

You settle yourself with a book on the window ledge close to the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Daryl, a giddiness that could be likened to a snowfall of glitter falling gracefully within you.

“ you know, when we finally find a new home. I will make you the best brownies you’ve ever had! “

“ if y’don’t burn ‘em first. “ he replied, the corner of his eyes crinkle so delicately as he chuckles lowly.

“ don’t be so fucking mean! here I am trying to do something nice.. it won’t kill you! “ you argue humorously, your fist balling up to punch his arm with little force.

Laughter and carelessness had been a rarity after surviving Terminus, your focus on trying to find safety.. no matter how much of a dream it may be. The journey to coming to terms with the fading faces and memories of the prison has been a painful one, comfort was not something that could easily be found, yet you found it in the least conventionally affectionate person you knew.

“ if anythin’s gonna kill me, it ain’t gonna be your cooking. “

“ actually, I cook very well. it will be a good day when I finally get to show you. “

An airy smile brightens your features, the burdenless weight unable to keep your lips stuck together. Many memories you have with him are of the fond kind, of course, the course of your bond with him runs deep but never has it been a calm sea. There have been moments where you wonder if it’s one sided, if you are inventing a picture that you wish to bleed through to reality, then you are proven wrong and he does things that you know in your heart are true. It has taken losing friends, a home, finding new hope to strengthen that bond and while you would prefer to take the easy road, you know that nothing will ever split the two of you into shards of glass that will never be able to be repaired. You’re both strong people, but stronger together.

A figure clad in black and covered in grime makes their way up the flawless road to where you rest, your vision could be awful but you can make out his being anywhere. The book you hold is laid to rest, your feet already carrying yourself to the door to meet him. Days had past since you last saw him and you can now feel the chords of longing pulling as you had missed him.

Your hand encloses the door handle, swinging it open to finally land your gaze on his form, feeling as if it had been years you’d not done so, as opposed to a few days.

“ took you long enough. “

“ yeah, yeah. quit your complainin’.  “

You move aside, Daryl taking the cue from you and entering the house that bares no soul at that present moment. Everyone is out with their own agenda or job, leaving you to potter about to your own devices.

Some peace and privacy for even a few hours is something you are thankful for, two things that had been incredibly rare from your journey from Atlanta. Though, the noise that comes with your family reminds you of the moments you couldn’t wait to be rid from as you grew up are ones that you no longer fail to appreciate.

“ did you find anybody out there? “

Daryl shakes his head, you see the trouble that he wears often become even more apparent as it overwhelms his features intensely. Knowing Daryl as well as you do, you know that while he won’t admit it out loud, every time he goes out there with Aaron to find people and finds no one wounds his spirit more and more. While his desire to save everyone is admirable, it’s often a concern to you that it might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’s often met with your comforting energy of it being simply an unsustainable trait.

“ you know you won’t always find people, right? “ you ask him softly, tucking your legs underneath you as you seat yourself on the sofa.

Daryl refuses to sit, it’s a thought that regularly finds itself bouncing around your mind as to why he can’t relax even behind the walls of Alexandria.

“ yea’, still sucks though. “ he wipes his thumb across his nose, an unconscious habit on his part, discussing his thoughts and feelings has never been easy, raised in a home full of toxicity stunted him emotionally, something he still wrestles with when the occasion arises.

“ there’s going to be a day where you’ve gone and saved everyone! there won’t be anyone left for you to bring back! cut yourself some slack. “

Daryl doesn’t respond, knowing there is truth in your words but he has seen so much death already, the world gripped by dark and dim choke hold, a little dusting of life is something that has been lacking since it died. Avoidance of feelings is something Daryl flees to when the conversation gets tough, he can deal with  words full of anger and rage, but topics so delicate still feel so alien to him.

“ wha’ y’been up to? “ the male questions you, seemingly interested in what you have been up to, watching you from the otherside of the room.

As if a switch had been flipped, your eyes ignite with excitement and joy as you have finally been able to fulfil your unofficial promise to him.

“ remember when we were talking about my cooking? when you insulted it? “ the sides of your lips gently lift with a soft innocence, you feel the elation slowly warming the entirety of your body at the simpleness of it all.

“ y’ain’t gone and poisoned sumn’ have ‘ya? “ asks Daryl, turning to face you from across the floor where he stood. His tone holds a ‘ blink and you will miss it ‘ humour threaded into his words.

“ I should have! “ laughing at him, you fit your fingers between his and lead him into the kitchen with you.

Touch is still something that sends an uncomfortable shiver to travel the distance down his spine, but with everything you have been through and all the time you have spent together, touch is something he’d never turn from when thinking of you. Your relationship has been a strange, never formal one, but it is perfect for the two of you. Unspoken words full of warmth and fondness are a solidity in each one’s souls, and while you both never shared the extent of what the two of you have with the group, they have their suspicions and theories. But if they know one thing, it’s Daryl’s affection for you runs deep.

“ brownies! “

He peaks into the oven that you have opened, the rich smell of cocoa and heat baking the treats hit him like a brick, a pit forms deep in his stomach. This is different from past meals beforehand. You had gone out of your way for him, of all people. Never could he mentally grip why you have been so kind and benevolent with him but it’s something he treasures deeply. In the beginning he was more abrasive with you more than anyone else, but it used to be his go to defense mechanism with everyone in your family. Softness never being something destined for him was beaten into him for a young age, learning only how to loathe and to only say words in anger. It wasn’t until you came along and took your time with him did he let you in, something you have been grateful ever since.. especially since you have been able to discover the colourful soul that resides within him.

“ y’didn’t have to. “ he replies, his mouth watering at the mere smell of the brownies that are close to being fully baked.

“ Daryl… “ a softness in your response that is only reserved for him is heavy, your eyebrows furrowing in dejection. You know enough of his history to be confident in your placed hurt for him being unable to experience kindness in a positive manner. Your hand trails up his clothed arm and rests on his shoulder lightly, allowing for him to decide whether or not to accept the physical affection. He doesn’t shrug it off, if anything he leans more into your touch. “ you know I’m doing this because I want to, you deserve something nice! “

“ thanks. “

“ and they’re nearly done, so you best take a seat. “

Daryl follows your order with little encouragement, a smirk that he conceals from your view and sits at the lengthy dinner table. He’s having trouble connecting the dots of the dead walking and civilisation ended and the pure normalcy of him sitting at a dinner table about to eat home cooked brownies. Even back when the world was bustling with life and people working their nine to fives were home cooked meals a rarity.

“ so this is what y’spent your day on? “ he asks as he watches you with a spark of fondness in his eyes as you work in the kitchen.

“ cooking is therapeutic. “

“ y’ a weird person. “ Daryl quips, staring at you right in your eyes. His expression gives nothing away, though his eyes speak a thousand words and paint a thousand colours that you understand fully.

It’s lucky you know him so well to understand when he’s being serious and when not.

“ but you like it! “

The squares of the baked treats are uneven and jagged, your features contorting into a confused frown at how they could so well until the end. You blame the knife for the imperfection and flaws of the appearance of what lays before you, however your heart knows it’s your inability to present your dishes artistically.

“ now I apologise they don’t look good but they do taste good! “

“ y’never have to say sorry for anythin’ “ he thoughtless says, his mind to preoccupied with the food laid before him.

A picture painted by his mind long ago had you as the perfect person, it’s comforting to know the flaws you have are nothing short of charming in your own little way. With the lack of elegance associated with him, his fingers dig into the irregular shape of the brownie and shoves half of it  into his mouth.

You watch him with your breath holding itself, never have you been a person who has wanted to impress but when it comes to Daryl? You find yourself wanting to do that and more.

“ well? “

He nods with his mouth full, unable to formulate his words. His jokes about your cooking being bad have been nothing more than that, jokes. But even as he’s consuming the small squares he’s surprised at how good they taste, better than he could even imagine.

“ ain’t half bad. “

“ in Daryl speak that means they’re pretty damn great, huh? “ you question him rhetorically, amusement dancing on each word you speak as you gaze steadily on his form.

“ well y’didn’t burn the house down. “

Your mouth opens and eyes widen considerably as your expression twists from being filled to the brim of affection to one of shock, aghast at his jovial words. The laughter tumbles carelessly from your lips as you reach across to swat his arm playfully.

“ you are so rude! “

He joins in with your laughter, a sight so infrequent that you wish you could burn the image into your mind with no chance of being erased by time. It’s moments like these, where you truly feel like the only two people in the world, stolen moments you hold close to your heart. You hope that you will reach a space where you both will be able to freely express your feelings, while the mutual affection is known between the both of you, sometimes you want to use words. So he knows, because it’s something he deserves. To know how much he is loved, without cowering away from the subject.

“ nah I’m just kiddin’. thanks, I mean it. “

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead imagine #daryl x reader

[jungshookz]

I would love a uni!yoongi & y/n drabble💓💜

🌿pairing; min yoongi x reader

🌿genre; uni!yoongi, university!au, fluffy fluffy fluff!!!!!!! uni!yoongi owns my heart and my whole ASS 

🌿wordcount; 2.8k 

🌿what to expect; “and another fun fact! the mistletoe plant actually contains toxic amines, and eating its berries can cause vomiting and stomach pain.”

🌿note; outraGEOUS that a mistletoe emoji has yet to exist!!!! unfortunately i wasn’t able to do a 12 drabbles of christmas this year due to finals but i hope this drabble makes up for it :-) if i’m a little rusty it’s only because this is the first drabble i’ve written in a while,..,,. hopefully i’ll have another drabble up before christmas!!! happy reading :^) 

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if yoongi had a dollar for every time he wanted to scream at you for being denser than a block of tofu he would most definitely be a billionaire

he’s had this thought time and time again but he really doesn’t understand how someone so smart can be so dumb at the same time

he could be holding up a flashing neon sign pointing to him that said ‘i 100% like you and am giving you the green light to ask me out so all you have to do is ask!’ and you would still be like .,.,.y’all hear sumn?

anyways he doesn’t have time to think about when you’re finally going to make a move because it’s that time of the semester ladies and gents

yep

it’s finals season

now, traditionally, the way yoongi handles finals season is that he kind of just goes with the flow

as in he goes to the library and studies for two hours and decides that that’s enough time and dedication he’s putting into a particular class so he pretty much deserves the rest of the day off

and this technique has worked ever since his first year in uni so he’s stuck with it ever since

as long as he doesn’t flunk out of anything he’s fine!!!

but since getting to know you yoongi has adopted new techniques into his studying routine that doesn’t just include skimming over poorly taken notes from class for 5 minutes and then scrolling through instagram for 45 minutes and then taking a 2 hour nap

no no

now he has highlighted notes

now he has insanely detailed google docs

now he has flash cards

and not just flash cards

colour coordinated flash cards

crazy, isn’t it???

this is probably your guys’ fifth study session together and yoongi doesn’t want to toot his own horn or anything but he thinks he’s going to absolutely nail this chemistry final

he can tell anyone about the main types of chemical reactions without blinking

that’s how confident he is about his knowledge

and he knoWs it’s all because of you which most certainly doesn’t help him suppress his attraction towards you

how can he noT be attracted to the person who’s bumping up his GPA??

but yes

yoongi is confident and he feels like he doesn’t need to go over what synthesis reactions are for the tenth time in a row

(also he forget a stack of flash cards at home that u reminded him three times to bring with him today to which he responded with ‘i’m NOT going to forget them just relax’ and he’s hoping u forgot about them because you don’t play around when it comes to flash cards)

he wants this study session to be a little more lax

a little more chill

a little less conversation and a little more ACTION (but not in,.,. not in a pervy way or anything)

yoongi decided to bring a little special something just to make things a little more interesting aND to celebrate the holidays!!

he’s being festive!!

he even taped strips of jingle bells to the edges of his skateboard :-)

“okay, hydrogen bonds.” you flip your notebook onto its front before whipping around and letting out a breath “hydrogen forms hydrogen bonds with three elements. hydrogen is fun. hydrogen is fOn. hydrogen forms hydrogen bonds with fluorine, oxygen, and nitrogen.”

…yeah that sounds right

you turn back around and flip over your notebook before quickly searching for your notes

aH

yes!!!! you got it!!!! hydrogen is FON!!!! hyDRoGEN iS FON!!!!!

“up top, y/l/n!” you grin widely before giving yourself a high five

niCE

“just when i thought you couldn’t get any weirder.” you jump three feet into the air when you hear yoongi speak up and you let out a breath before placing a hand on your chest

“yoongi!” you clear your throat and lean back against the table a little bit

you’re just going to play it off as if you didn’t just tell yourself to give yourself a high five

“what, uh, what took you so long?”

yoongi raises a brow before checking the time on his phone “i’m three minutes early.”

you turn back a little to look at the time on your laptop

huh

would you look at that

yoongi is early

and of course you’re here before scheduled because of who you are as a person

“…well, what are you doing just standing there? let’s get to work!!” you clap your hands together before looking at yoongi expectantly and gesturing for him to take a seat

“just so that you’re aware, i’m pretty sure i know more about the different types of chemical reactions than you.”

you raise a brow before crossing your arms

that is certainly a vEry bold statement because you could talk about the different types of chemical reaction for hours and hours on end

“oh, really?” you scoff playfully as you turn to wipe down the whiteboard

you’ve been tutoring yoongi for the past couple of weeks without expecting anything in return

honestly it’s just fun to ramble on and on about something that you’re confident about aNd it’s fun to see the panic in his eyes when you ask him a question about what you just talked about

and!!!! teaching someone else about the thing that you have to review yourself is actually a pretty effective studying strategy

you tried the practice test the other night and you got 98% so it’s safe to say you’re going to make this final exam your biTCH-

“yep.” yoongi sighs and leans back against his chair “in fact, i bet you that i’ll get every single one of your questions right this session.”

“what happens if you don’t?”

“if i get even one question wrong, i will… play one of your dumb studying games.”

your eyes widen in excitement

“charades for chemists??” (an exciting upgrade from the original version of charades)

((u have to try to act out a reaction))  

((it’s a lot more exciting than it sounds))

“but if i get every single one of your questions right, you’ll have to play one of my games.”

“…what kind of game?”

“you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” yoongi smiles sweetly “it’s nothing like your dumb charades game, i can tell you that.”

you narrow your eyes suspiciously and yoongi shrugs

there’s no way he’d be able to get all of your questions right

obviously it’d be great if he got all of them right because that means these tutoring sessions are actually working but then again it’s yoongi

yoongi who uses pipettes to squeeze tiny spurts of air in your face just because ‘it’s fun!!’

yoongi who has the balls to juggle glass beakers in the middle of a lab in front of the professor

it’s yoongi

of course the idiotic things he does in class doesn’t exactly correlate to his intelligence

he actually did pretty well on the last lab report

“you have three seconds to decide if you wanna do this or not otherwise the offer’s off the table.” yoongi waves a hand in front of your face and you straighten up a little before sticking your hand out for him to shake

“alright, min yoongi. game on.”

the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a devilish smile

honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

you flip your notebook open to the page where you have a bunch of practice questions written down and you skim the list

alright

you’ll throw yoongi a bone

“we’ll start off easy. what’s the difference between exothermic and endothermic reaction-“

“endothermic takes in energy - for example, ice melting - and exothermic gives off heat - for example, lighting a match.” yoongi answers without blinking

…

o

okay

that answer was word for word what you have written down in your notes

you should probably reconsider the whole throwing a bone thing

if anything u should probably take a couple bones away from yoongi

your competitive streak immediately kicks in once you realise the score board is 1-0 and you’re on the 0 end

“what does synthesis gas consist of?” you raise a brow

“before i answer that - you forgot to add a tally under my name.” yoongi points to the whiteboard and you kiss your teeth before whipping around and begrudgingly drawing a tally on the scoreboard “good girl.”

(you’ll never admit to him that hearing him call you that made your stomach do a little flip)

“answer the question.”

“synthesis gas is a fuel gas mixture consisting of hydrogen, carbon monoxide, and carbon dioxide. it intermediates in creating synthetic natural gas and for producing ammonia or methanol.”

.,,.,.and that’s 2-0 to yoongi

what in the hELL is going on

u know what

it’s fine!

it’s fine

maybe he’s just having a lucky day

all he has to do is screw up once

“-due to the conjugation double bond character in alkyl halide.” the fact that yoongi’s inspecting his nails as he answers your final question is oddly vERy irritating

you can’t believe it

yoongi got all 10 of your veRy tricky questions right

you should be proud because it’s because of you that he knows that he’s talking about but at the same time you didn’t think you were doing thAt great of a job at teaching him!!!!

but you’re looking at the scoreboard and it’s 10-0

there are 0 tallies under your name!!! ZERO!!! under youR NAME!!!

and now you have to play yOOngi’s dumb game instead of charades for chemists

if anything it’s his loss

“i told you you have to close your eyes to play my game.” yoongi reaches over to shut your notebook after he catches you glancing at it (to make sure he actually got the answers right and you didn’t misread anything) for the fifth time in two minutes

you have to accept defeat whether you like it or not

you let out a sigh before crossing your arms and shutting your eyes “what are the rules of this game? how does one win?”

“i’m going to show you something-“ you hear yoongi unzip his backpack “and you have to identify what it is and tell me what its purpose is within 30 seconds.”

huh

sounds easy enough

“so i win just by doing that?” your brows furrow and you resist the urge to open your eyes

“i guess you could say that.” you hear yoongi’s footsteps against the carpet and you freeze when you feel him standing right in front of you

“alright, open your eyes.” you immediately open them and-

“so, tell me, y/n-” yoongi lets out a sigh before glancing up at the mistletoe that he’s holding up in between the two of you “what do we have here?”

you swallow thickly and keep your eyes glued on the mistletoe

u know what that is

and u know what its purpose is

you could easily win this game right here and now so u don’t know what’s stopping you

you can feel yoongi staring at you and you know that if you make eye contact with him right now you will definitely combuST into flames

“that’s, um, well, i’m not a, uh, i’m not a botanist or anything, but that is a… that’s mistletoe.” you clear your throat “that is… mistletoe.”

“uh-huh. and, remind me again - isn’t mistletoe particularly special this time of the year?” yoongi hums and takes a step closer to you

you jump a little when you feel the bottom of the whiteboard dig into the small of your back

the little metal tray holding the whiteboard markers clatters a marker plops to the ground but you’ll deal with that later

because now it’s time to do what you do best

D E F L E C T

“mistletoe are actually hemiparasitic plants in which they kinda just suck water and nutrients from their host tress. did you know that?”

yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes

he knows exactly what you’re doing (out of nervous habit) but for your sake he’ll play along

“oh yeah?”

“yep. and another fun fact! the mistletoe plant actually contains toxic amines, and eating its berries can cause vomiting and stomach pain.”

“…didn’t you say you weren’t a botanist-”  

“-but if we’re talking about its relevance to the christmas holidays, then… well, traditionally, people, um, people… kiss underneath them.” you finish quietly and your eyes instinctively flicker down to yoongi’s pouty lips

“i like you a lot, y/n.” yoongi breathes out and you feel your heart hiccup

your cheeks flush and you feel the heat rushing up to your ears

o god

a couple seconds of silence goes by and you wonder if yoongi can hear your heart pounding in your chest

“if you don’t feel the same way, i-“

“i like you too.” you murmur shyly and yoongi lets out what sounds like a breath of relief

before he gets the chance to roAST you for taking so long to finally admit it to him, you’re pushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss with your hand pressed against his cheek

it takes yoongi a second to register that you initiated a kiss with him but once his brain catches up to his body, he starts kissing you back

a smile tugs at his mouth when you take a step closer to him and he automatically loops an arm around your waist before carelessly tossing the mistletoe aside

yoongi tilts his head as he deepens the kiss and the quiet ‘fuck’ he lets out when you nip at his bottom lip almost immediately makes you lightheaded

it’s when you’re reminded that literally anyone passing by the room would be able to see you through the glass door that you drag yourself away (reluctantly) and yoongi unintentionally lets out a whine

“so did i win?” your cheeks are still rosy and your heart is still racing but you’re trying to play it off as if you’re totally cool about kissing yoongi and that you’re totally cool about the mutual attraction between the two of you but that fact that you’re kinda bouncing on the balls of your feet like an excited child is probably not helping your case

and yoongi’s smiling so widely his cheeks are starting to hurt but it’s totally worth it

:-) !!!!

“you won but i’m still marking you down for killing the mood by talking about vomiting and stomach pain.”

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[yyxgin]

i think what bugged me the most is i could say ‘they’re literal depression pills/they made me depressed’ and could reel off the side effect word for word (1/10 will experience mood swings (sometimes in the form of depression)) which was literally the first fricking side effect listed and the most common and she would still refer to it as me being sad literally seconds later in a convo. okay i never went to the doctor but when it occurred to me that, hey, something isn’t right, we were in the middle of a fucking pandemic!! i mean, we still are, but you get the point. this was right at the beginning when they basically closed everything as well so even if i wanted to i wouldn’t have been able to go see someone about it. but it’s whatever now, i don’t take them and i don’t have to give her any advice about them ✌️ i completely get the lack of validity about your emotions. that’s exactly how i felt.

i work so im not bothered about seeing people as i see them enough by my standards already but there is a helpful little voice in the back of my head reminding me that i still need to see my friends!! from before i got a job lol. i worked like 55 hours? my first proper week when i wasn’t on reduced hours and now i work maybe 30? which annoys me so i’m gonna ask for more bc i wanna buy a car and insurance. you still go to school, right? i feel like you’re more stressed about work considering you’re studying too. or were. have you just broken up from school? i don’t study, thank fuck, anymore, so i can do full time but i always get put on evenings so i’m thinking of getting a 9 to 5 bc then i can get the money i need.

a woman was rude to me bc her takeaway wasn’t ready bang on the clock when she turned up to pick it up. man it took literally every fibre in my being not to tell her to fucking leave me alone bc i’m a waitress?? what does she expect me to do??? i found out after but apparently our website tells you to allow a 15 minute slot when you order takeaway to pick up. i checked on this woman’s takeaway and told her it’d be ready in 10 minutes and she said sumn along the lines of ‘so 10 past 8?’. imma tell you straight i wasn’t looking at my phone so i assumed that meant the time was 8pm! (it wasn’t) she said to me ‘and i assume you’ll be knocking money off of the bill for that?’ and i politely replied ‘i can’t do that.’ bc i literally cannot. has to be a managerial figure. bearing in mind she’s already paid in full online???????? n she replies ‘do you wanna go suggest that?’ and nods towards the kitchen and i said no and walked off. the AUDACITY??? anyway i told my manager and she rolled her eyes and was like we don’t do partial refunds and said she’d talk to the woman when her order was ready. this woman was all up in my face saying ‘do you think that’s a reasonable time?’ asking if she should come back at 8:10 and im like idfk?? i have things to be doing can you fuck off?? no i didn’t say that but she says ‘i’ve got kids in the car with the engine running’ and i deadpanned ‘i didn’t tell you to leave your kids in the car with the engine running’ bc it was the first thing my brain thought of that wasn’t ‘sounds like a you problem to me’. in the end she left and came back but when she came back she was properly shouting at another waitress i work with and the girl was like 😄 your food was ready 20 minutes ago but you didn’t leave your details to be able to ring you to tell you it’s ready. she even re-mentioned the kids in the car saying they were starving and it was all our fault and the girl was like hmm okay. and then the woman said she was gonna leave a bad review on trip advisor!! and the waitress was like 😃 you do that bestie!! another great day on the grind :D (i forgot to say we were swamped on saturday so that’s why everything was so busy but she was literally the only one complaining that bad, like literally everyone could see we were struggling but they also were saying to wait staff things like ‘i know you can’t make things go quicker back there’ while we were apologising for the phat delay on their food).

another funny one (that made the barman laugh when i told it to him) was a grandma and a grandson in my section. the grandma was dictating his life jesus 😭 (not important but made me go 😳) but one of the girls cleared the table partially when i was doing sumn else so i finished it off and when we get back to kp she tells me the grandma complained the food was cold and without hesitation i said ‘well she fucking ate it all so tell her to fuck off and talk to someone who gives a shit’. she went quiet and i was like,, man i hope i didn’t scare her. but like. they cleared their plates. there was no food left. she didn’t call someone over. she didn’t say anything to anyone when they ask if it was okay. why wait until the end?? anyway i told thé barman and he giggled (he’s got a lovely laugh in my opinion bc it sounds like he’s snickering at everything). i was NOT going to tell my manager bc there’s literally no point. same day, later on, a man said his mussels were cold, i took them back and the kitchen cooked them again. i’d barely put the food down before he called me over (this one is a good one bc he hasn’t eaten EVERYTHING before complaining and therefore we can do something about the problem‼️) respect to that guy.

one of the girls gave me a lift home last night n the barman directed her right to my house without ever having been to my house before (his cousin used to live in the flats down the other end, he says) and when i messaged her later on thanking her and saying it was a bit sus that he directed her perfectly to mine n she said ‘hmm ben seems to go to yours more than he does his own home 🤔🤔🤔🤔’ bc apparently he was absolute shite at giving directions to his flat 😭 n e way he’s a sweetheart n he says he doesn’t like christmas anymore n he made me sad after he said that n i said i’d post coal through his letter box n he said i might as well n i was like okay this is an actual problem n now i’m gone be super nice to him at christmas bc he deserves so much more that the hand he’s been dealt. this convo happened after i let him try this herbal tea he said smelt nice n i said it tasted like christmas to me. he’s such a good person (despite literally everything he tells me about his past) n i cannot have him being a little humbug. god i think this crush i joked to you about is becoming a soft core friendship. like every fucking wattpad story out there. me n the girls agreed someone has to love him 🥺

okay im signing off now ily ~ 🌻

 i am glad you are feeling better though, nobody deserves to suffer. and nobody deserves to have their emotions invalidated. remember that your emotions matter at all times. <3

yesyes i am still in school !! altough my summer break started on july 1st so i am not that stressed about managing many things at once anymore hh,, also you are working so much ??? damn ?? please remember to take some breaks and relax !! and meet your friends !!! have fun. i know you are saving up money but please dont overwork yourself !

wHY ARE PEOPLE SO RUDE OH MY GOD I SWEAR,,, i learned that while working with people. i just,, it feels like they are all looking down on me just because i am young and work there part-time. like bro,,chill. also i feel kind of bad when they ask me where stuff is and i cant tell them bc i have no idea but at the same time if people were all introverts like me i wouldnt have this problem. :) dfjk jk jk i should improve on that. i wish people were more nice to you !!! who do they think they are ?? like,,,,,why are you rude. this is clearly not your problem.

i like it when people tell you respectfully. like the guy you mentioned. because clearly what are you going to do about the cold food when they’ve eaten it all. where’s the logic. 

IT SOUNDS LIKE HE IS OVER AT YOURS EVERY OTHER DAY DFJAKL that’s so funny. also i am bad at giving directions to my flat as well lmaoo poor ladies that drive me home from work sometimes. also i hate christmas as well lmaoo i feel that boy. its a little hard for me and i hope he doesn’t feel as bad during christmas this year when he has you around hihi,,, i fully stan this friendship. altough i am a big fan of friends to lovers if you know what i mean. in the energy of wattpad :))

ily !!!

#you can guess my mental stability by how quick i respond to asks #anyways #💌ask #🌻 anon

[koolkvat-blog]

       hello  loves  ,   what’s  up  !   i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  &  to  finally  play  my  precious girl  ,   jade aka kool kat   .   i’m  LOLA  ,   use  she / her prounouns  ,   i am NINETEEN  ,   &   i  am  currently  in  the  gmt + 1 timezone  which  means  yes  ,  my  ass should’ve  been  awake  for  intro  posting  but  i  don’t  know  what  time  management  is  and  ended  up  swamped  w/  work  ,  so  !   everything   you  need  to  know  about  about  miss  kat  is  under  the  cut  ,   &  i’m  rlly  thrilled  to  be  apart  of  such  a  wonderful  rp  with  such  gorgeous  muses  .  corniness over  ––   if  you’re  looking  to  plot  sumn  out  ,   just  hit  that   ♥︎    &   i’ll  make  my  way  on  over  to  ur  dms  ,  or  feel  free  to  add  me  up   on  discord  which  i’ll  give  in im’s  if  anybody’s  interested  !   ♡♡♡         tw  :   family issues  ,  body image issues  &  drug mention  ( not  explicit ) . 

001 . SYNOPSIS  . FULL     NAME  .      jade        kikuchi . NICKNAMES  .      kool kat    . AGE  .      twenty - one . DATE     OF     BIRTH  .      twenty  -  seventh     of     september   ,     1993      /     libra . PLACE     OF     BIRTH  .      harajuku ,   tokyo ,     japan .         GENDER  .       cisgender     female . SEXUALITY  .     (  closeted  )  pansexual  . NATIONALITY  .      japanese  ,  now  american  too  after  successfully  gaining  citizenship  . ETHNICITY  .      asian  . OCCUPATION  .       fashion designer at katz designz      ,     former  fashion  design  and  journalist  student  back  in  her  original  timeline  . PLAYLIST  .      here  !  (  +  )     charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . (  -  )     deceptive ,  independent ,  emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .  

002 . AESTHETIC  .      wheatgrass  smoothies , 90′s  anime  with  subtitles  , chanel  no. 5, speeding  on  a  desert  road  with  the  windows  down ,  painting  your  toenails  on  the  dashboard ,  neon  prints ,  cat  lazing  on  a  balcony  in  the  sun , black  lace ,  japanese  horror  films  ,  sour  cocktails  with  sugar  around  the  rim , half - smoked  cigarettes ,  stacks  of  fashion  magazines , long  hair  hastily  dyed  different  colours in  a  motel  bathroom ,  thrift  stores   .

003. INFORMATION  .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way. 

•    heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this . 

•    so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’. 

•    born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that. 

•    her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

•    ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever. 

•    like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that 

•    she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality. 

•    according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between. 

•    so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

•    jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure 

•    best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes 

•    she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat.. 

•    still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.  

•    anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS . 

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends –  to the point of co - dependence –  and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all. 

frenemies / enemies /  rivals  . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests .  jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships –  that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man. 

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

#cartoons:intro #ngl making jade's playlist was the best part about this

[iamsonyeondone]

spy!bts // kim namjoon

♥ angst and fluff (warning: mentions of violence and minor gore)

♥ 3.3k words

♥ WARNING: mentions of violence and blood and slight gore if you’re not into that

kim namjoon is known for his ‘sexy’ brain - the way he can quickly strategize a getaway in less than a minute or how he’s always a part of creating another new invention with yoongi and jungkook

namjoon helps with providing the information on what they lack on while yoongi works on the functionality of the weapon and jungkook does the overall design

but thats not all when it comes to him

sure he’s a little clumsy at times, breaking his cartridge somehow and having to make do with a knife and still managing to pull through

but he’s pretty agile when he puts his mind to it

he would be able to sneak past guards swiftly, dislocating their necks with quick movements and squeeze through vents that were wayy too narrow and small for his tall and wide stature

but even with his outstanding abilities, he doesnt let it get to his head, ensuring that his teammates are way more important and having to put them first before himself

he was truly that kind of leader anyone would look up to and its amazing how it’s a natural part of his personality

he is also the reason why jungkook joined forces because he thought namjoon looked super cool when he tackled the punching bag like a monster

and its just an unspoken thing that namjoon still sees jungkook as a baby when he’s fully capable of knocking out a whole army of soldiers with a simply pistol and knife

*cue jungkook doing his silly dance moves while on mission and namjoon watches over him like a proud dad*

he may or may not join in and accidentally knock out a bodyguard while doing so

sometimes namjoon is too preoccupied with thinking up a storm that at least one of the younger boys have to follow him

the three youngsters always play rock paper scissors because they just Dont Know what will happen when they’re with namjoon

one time taehyung went on a mission with him and both of them nearly got their legs cut off from a chainsaw

or the time jimin went with him and needed to wear an eyepatch for an entire week because namjoon somehow managed to light the flare right in his face

you on the other hand, knows how to avoid his unintended attacks like a professional

people even think you might have a third eye that sees the future or something

because you managed to dodge nearly all of namjoon’s ‘accidents’

but that’s mainly because you’ve grown up with him nearly all your life

and sustained at least 457 injuries throughout your childhood

that boy from ilsan has grown up with you

although the career the both had right now was definitely not something the both of you would imagine

you’re still very grateful to know that the both of you share the same job and you were relived that he wasn’t going to do something so dangerous alone

despite the many dodging you have done, even the smallest things hurt you sometimes

for example, that time where namjoon accidentally chipped a cup and forgot about it so he used it to serve you and it cut your lip

you didn’t really mind but namjoon kept apologizing to you every half an hour for a week straight until you literally had to knock some sense into him

but even with his clumsy ways, he still managed to look out for you during missions and cover for you when you need it

he would literally run an entire mile to save you from a bunch of qualified soldiers even though you could handle them yourselves

but he’s very adamant on keeping promises, especially the one he made with your mom when he was 5, promising that he would protect you no matter what

and it gets pretty annoying sometimes, because he also includes nagging at you and making up rules as protecting you

“you have to sleep right now, we have a mission at 6 in the morning tomorrow,”

“but it’s only 10,”

“did i fking stutter?”

“this is why i like RJ more than you,”

yes,,, that’s jin’s codename dont even question it 

and honestly, it might have hurt to hear you say that whenever he nags at you, his intention only being the best for you in mind

and maybe because he doesnt just see you as his childhood friend

but whenever jin brings up the topic about how he always boss you around like your mom even though the rest gets away with it

he would always say because he doesnt want you to get hurt

and that was definitely true 

because seeing you in pain would only make himself suffer, and he didnt want to put up with either of that

remember that cut you had on your lip from the chipped cup, he actually genuinely felt super guilty about it 

so any of your injuries would be tended by jimin while namjoon tries to avoid you until your fully bandaged and treated

and you Know™

the both of you have been best friends for so long, how could you not tell how he felt in that moment??

and every time that flash of guilt in his eyes appear when he sees you get grazed by a gunshot or a knife??

but you dont mention it and instead lighten up the mood by doing silly things with the boys and eventually force him to join in

the wounds hurt when you move but seeing him so down hurts even more

i guess thats what love is called or sumn hohoho

another day comes and it doesnt really come to your attention until namjoon sends an alert to all your phones to have an impromptu meeting in the living room

as soon as everyone gathered, some still drowsy from their naps while others had just arrived back from a mission, namjoon stands by the coffee table while the rest took a seat on the couches

“we’ve got another mission for us in about 12 hours or so. Agust, i need you to be on watchout by the roof, bunny and calico will be the driveaway car. V and sunshine , you’ll be on the left wing while me and angel will get the right wing. rj, i need you to be the eagle eye and watch over the security cameras. we’ll talk about this in detail after 6 hours. everyone got it?” 

everyone nodded at once, taking in all the information while they got into their pairs to discuss things before the next meeting

you looked back to namjoon, worry in his eyes as he paced back and forth - it seemed like this mission was a bigger one than the others

“joon, what’s up?” you whispered, bringing him to the corner of the room as he sighed

“we’re going to infiltrate a highly-secured building where they keep the most treasured jewels and the boss needs us to make a clean escape no matter what,” he cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair

it was probably the fifth time he had done that throughout the last ten minutes

“hey, look at me,” you put on a small smile

and with slight hesitation, he looks back into your glimmering eyes full of hope

and he feels he might be in too deep - his heart beating a mile per minute and the sound of his surroundings began to fade and his ears only focused on you

“you’re the smartest guy around here, and i’m definitely sure you’ll come up with at least something before the next meeting. besides, the others are just as capable, believe in them and we’ll succeed. Stop worrying, big guy,”

you chuckled, knocking his head slightly with your forefinger, eliciting a soft dry chuckle from his lips

“thank you, angel. now let’s get to planning,” he smirked half-heartedly, moving to the basement where all the excessive planning were made

with the help of energy drinks, coffee and jin’s snacks, the both of you managed to come up with three different routes

the first was the safest, yet took the longest

while the other two was much more riskier and needed all of you to put at least 200% of your efforts put into it

and if any of you didnt, it would either result in permanent injury, or worse, death

but namjoon tried his best to stray away from that topic, and was persistent on following plan A as much as possible

it was the least he could do to ensure your safety and the others

six hours pass in a blink of an eye, and everyone was gathered and ready with a list of suggestions to ensure the success of the mission

with the help of yoongi’s new and improved equipment as well as thorough planning on everyone’s part, nearly two-thirds of the planning was done

all that was left was to check if everything and everyone was in order

and then the actual thing would begin

time passes, and thirty minutes were left

jin took his seat by the multiple monitors, checking each and everyone’s navigating device as well as their in-ears

yoongi had already went to the destination an hour earlier to check on things while he set up his sniper and telescope

jungkook and jimin prepped up the car once they were done suiting up and preparing disguises when needed 

while you, namjoon, taehyung and hoseok had slipped into your bulletproof vests and lightweight boots and choosing the preferred weapon 

once the codename for the mission to begin had been uttered by joon, everyone went into full effect and ran to their spots

with swift movements and constant scanning of the area, you anf namjoon managed to get half way through the tight security

of course, having to ‘hurt’ a little more than a handful of people

while taehyung and hoseok crawled through the vents since the left wing’s structure barely had any blind spots for them to squeeze into

after nearly an hour and a half of crawling and sticking your backs to walls, you and namjoon managed to find the room where the required jewels were kept and protected

while namjoon deciphered the passcode, you were on lookout, eyes scanning every side of the hallway while your finger remained on the trigger

as soon as you caught shadows coming from the right, you signalled namjoon to go faster, heart pumping through your chest yet your words remained calm and cool

“shadows. how many more minutes?” you questioned him, your arms getting into position as you focused your silencer onto the approaching targets

“3 minutes at most. alert rj if you’re shooting,” as soon as you captured sight of the guards you were all ready to shoot

“rj, camera at the core,” you whispered, focusing your silencer onto one of their foreheads

“roger that, angel,” as soon as he had been alerted, with a quick push of your finger, a bullet shot through, killing the guard in an instant while the other had their firearms aimed right back at you

you aimed at the second guard as quick as you could and shooting him right between his eyes as well

but just as you did, he was able to shoot right through your left arm, leaving you hissing in pain while namjoon finally managed to unlock the room

“hey angel- shit. apply pressure, we’re almost done,” namjoon whispered, placing his arm above yours which you had been covering the wound from bleeding any further

“we got held back a little at the left wing but we’re here now,” a familiar voice softly echoes from above you

taehyung unhinged the vent’s opening, placing it to the side and hopping out, hoseok following suite

before they could speak about your injury, namjoon interrupted, “v, stay here with angel. me and sunshine will get the jewel and once i tell you the signal, the both of you take route B,”

taehyung didnt have the heart to go against his words, the aura namjoon emitted just from his expression told taehyung that there were no time for discussion

before namjoon could enter the laser-filled room, you held him back by his sleeve and shot him a smile “stop worrying in that big head of yours and get that damn jewel,”

a small smile crept onto his lips, yet worry never left his features

as namjoon and hoseok disappeared into the room, taehyung tended to your wounds with the mini first aid box jimin had made for everyone

the bullet was probably still lodged in your arm but taehyung had to make sure the wound had been disinfected before tying it up from wrapping a quick bandage over it

whilst you looked out for anymore oncoming guards

amidst the silence, taehyung was curious and he could never really contain that curiosity

“so you confessed to him yet?” taehyung looked back into your wide ones before returning his attention to tying up the bandage

“we’re on a mission, v. not now,” you groaned rubbing your temples with your free arm

“i’m just asking. besides you should do that soon before i do it myself,” he shrugged, tying a second knot to ensure it doesnt fall off

“or i’ll help tell too,” a voice echoed in your intercoms, mischievous giggles you could never mistake for someone else

“rj i swear to god, you’re supposed to watch out for us, not listen into our conversations so you can, i dont know, ‘spill the tea’.” once your wound was treated, you held up your rifle and watched out for the hallway on the right while taehyung watched out for the left

but when the sound of alarms rang throughout the building, you just knew namjoon and hoseok had already gotten their hands on the jewels

but you werent leaving until namjoon had given the word

“get ready, v. this is gonna be a bumpy ride,” you huffed, aiming your gun to the right while taehyung looked through his scope “i’m always ready,” he smirked

with every bullet you fired, the burning sensation in your wound grew even more, but you couldnt let the pain distract you from one of the most important missions that you had been given

and if namjoon were to know the pain you were in, he wouldn’t let you out of headquarters for an entire month

once the first wave of guards were wiped out, namjoon’s voiced echoed throughout everyone’s intercoms, taehyung giving you a knowing look as you nodded your head

with the rush of adrenaline, you and taehyung made way for route B, never letting your guard down as you fetched a grenade from your pocket

once you entered a single hallway, you blew up the side the both of you had entered from and kept running

and as much as your lungs burned and the pain in your arm began to worsen, you couldnt let it bring you or anyone else down

the door at the end of the hallway swings open

and you’re more than relieved to see jimin and jungkook, even if your eyes had tricked you at first glance from their disguises

“quicken your pace slowpokes, the rest are already catching up,” jungkook teased, jogging off to start the truck while jimin made sure you came out of there before the soldiers could

once everyone had hopped into the truck, jimin checked your wounds for infections 

but taehyung did an amazing job at keeping it clean and covered

“rj, any sign of rm or hope?” you groaned into your intercoms, jimin redoing your bandages as you looked out for any possible danger

but jin doesnt reply and your panic rises

jimin carefully ties up the bandage and watches over your frightened expression, your brows furrowing even more with every breath you took

“rj?rj?”

“calm down angel, he’s probably helping them in escaping. we’ll see them when we get back to headquarters, alright? remember the rule?” taehyung reassured you, looking at you through the rear-view mirror

“get back safe at all cost when he says the word,” you grumble, putting your attention to the grim scenery outside

something didnt feel right but orders were orders

once everyone alighted from the truck, jimin took out the necessary medicine for the wounds he had to treat

“if its just a cut, wash it and you’ll be fine,” jimin shooed the rest away as he tended to you on the sofa

“why does she get all the treatment,” taehyung raises a brow, tossing his bulletproof vest to the side 

“because unlike some of you, she’s an actual angel,” jimin shrugged, picking out his tweezers and a cotton ball drenched in alcohol

“it’s gonna hurt but we cant have you with a bullet in your arm for the rest of your life,” he chuckled, handing you a handkerchief to bite and relieve the pain onto as he began his work

in half an hour, jimin managed to remove the bullet and close up the wound, not allowing the others to disturb you while you went to rest in your room

but all you could do was pace around your room, your fingers fidgeting around with anything you could get a hold of

a soft knock on your door made you think it was jimin

but when you finally see the face that had been in your head the past few hours, you let out a long and relieved sigh

“missed me too much?” he chuckled until you nearly knocked him down with your hug

“hell yeah i did. you think i wouldnt?” you mumbled into his sweaty and stained clothes

but you didnt mind because he was finally back, safe and sound and in one whole piece

“did your get your wound treated?” he asked, gently peeling you off of him to check your arm while you were too busy admiring his face

you were so in the moment to not realize namjoon staring back at you

“dont ever do that again,” you mumble, a slight tremore in your voice but your eyes remain in contact with his

“angel you know i had to-”

“how can i let my childhood crush run out there like some dumbass. you think i can stand to lose my best friend?”

you were teary-eyed at this point, while he looked back at you in confusion and concern

“wait what was the first part?” he muttered, unsure if what he heard was true or not

“i like you a lot you idiot. why do you think i always cuddle up to you after a mission, or when you’re the one who worries the hell out of me the most or that-”

you were cut off with his lips planted on yours and you could feel his lips curl into a small smile

once he parted away from you, his smile stretched so far that his dimples seemed to deepen with every second

while your cheeks turned bright red under his gaze

“i’ve been waiting too long to hear that from you,”

“then you should’ve grown a pair and confessed to me, you handsome dork,” playfully nudging him

until namjoon once again, loses his footing and tumbles onto the floor, bringing you along with him onto the hard floor

the both of you groaned in pain

but your door swings open, revealing jimin with bag of medicine but his face who once had a concerned smile on his face turned into a devilish smirk

“so the lover birds finally confessed huh? and already skipping many bases,,, i’ll just leave so the both of you can continue,”

jimin giggled like a high school girl as he closed the door 

but the shout of announcement that vibrated the walls was a clear sign that the others were NOT going to let the both of you live

a/n: im just gonna post whatever i want at this point and finish up all my wips :///

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Nynea

Nynea drained the last sip from the pouch before tucking it away and focusing on the rock before her. The sun was unforgiving and the monuments about her were rubble and did little for shade. Nynea inhaled and cleared her mind of the pressing heat. She felt the weaves come from her, as if her own limbs. They were cool and familiar. She tied the knots as the Wiseman taught her, careful with the placement and spacing, until the pattern was right. The rock rolled over slowly and stopped barely a foot from where it first sat. She had intended to crush it to bits, but at least this time it moved. Beneath the rock was the small shard she looked for. It was the size of her thumb and jagged. She put her hand into the thick gauntlet the Wiseman gave her and took it between her fingers. Even as she reached for it she could feel the power radiating like waves rippling from the base of a fall. Her fingers trembled as she held it away, careful to not let it touch her. The colour was a faded yellow, almost white, which meant the stone was useless. Just barely life left in it. If this is how one sapped felt, she shuddered at the thought of one brimming with power.

Nynea tucked the stone away in the small black bag that hung across from her shoulders. The bag was made from the same material as the gauntlet, Corium; a thick type of leather, dark and stiff. The stone may be with little life, but she kept it all the same; better for the Wiseman, than her, to decide if there was use from it. After searching through the old ruins for days, this was the first piece of Dellium she found. She hoped the Wiseman would be pleased, but was hesitant returning with just one small shard. She stood and dusted her pants before she decided to keep looking. She had been lucky once, it could happen again.

Nynea wiped the sweat from her brow and tied her long brown hair back. The weight of her bags had begun to drain her so she stuffed the small bag with the Dellium into her large brown sack and threw it against the rock. Around her were the shattered remains of monuments and statues built far before her time. She stood next to a large stone leg with a sandaled foot that had just two toes. The rest of the statue was gone, but by the size of the leg it once stood a hundred feet or more. Next to it was the lower half of some animal, something like a cat or a lion. All around were similar broken stone structures. Large symbols, men or women in poses, even animals that were dressed or wearing crowns. Some wielded weapons, some posed in combat, and some were statues of animals that didn’t exist, fantastic creatures made up of parts of different animals.

The Wiseman said these were the statues of those that came before. They called them The Crafters; the greatest people that ever lived. The Crafters built the monuments and statues that now lay in ruins all across Dalmassia. Masters of engineering, stone and woodwork; they built many cities, the only one of which that now stood was Bodiam: The City of Wonder. Bodiam remained as a massive citadel, with every structure connected to another, as if constructed as one enormous building. Just outside The Limit of the citadel were the ruins of the city of Old Bodiam where Nynea was raised.

It was thought that there was a great war in which the Crafters civilization crumbled, as some cities remained part built and others levelled near to dust. The Wiseman showed Nynea the ruins of one city; he said the buildings were wide enough to fit a Bodiamese housing wing and tall enough to kiss the sun.

The greatest thing, however, that the Crafters had ever done was to harness the power of Dellium. Dellium was a yellow stone that was the life of the Dalmassian people and remained the heart of Bodiam. It was the energy that powered the mechanica and apparatus of the City of Wonder. The Crafters built a refinery in Bodiam and from it could harvest the power of the stone to spread across the Citdael. The stone, when in its raw un-refined form, was also a powerful tool and to those able to manage its power could use it to strengthen weaving.

It was, of course, not without fault. To touch the stone with bare skin would leave skin marred and unable to heal in an ugly disfigurement. It was worse than any burn. Nynea had a cousin, a greedy boy that grew to be a harvester for the Citadel, who once found a piece of Dellium as large as a man’s palm. He had tried to keep it from the Custos and snatched in it his hands when no one looked. She could still remember the sight of the remains of his fingers, like muddy brown candle wax and a smell with a hint of sweet that filled a room. Corium was the only material made that could hold it without withering and was as difficult to obtain as the stone itself. Yet the Wiseman found a pouch and gauntlet to give her, before he tasked her with finding remains of the Stone amongst the ruins. The Crafters often adorned their structures with Dellium, and sometimes small pieces were cemented in to add strength and a subtle beauty. Centuries later the ruins had all been raided, and finding shards was like looking for a black dog in the night.

Over the edge of the mountain on which she stood, and off into the distance she could see Bodiam; an elegant ease to the eye in the midst of the plains of the ruin and poverty that was the Old City. She often wondered whether her mother still lived there somewhere. She pictured her cowering, huddled in a dark corner under a tattered roof, with little but the dust and dirt in her eyes for company. The thought came to her in her quiet moments and made her smile. A comfort knowing that her mother would suffer some similar to what she had. However comforting, it was unlikely. The disappointing truth was that she likely was dead by assault or starvation. Life was cheap in the Old City. It was not the strong that survived, but those in numbers and only a matter of time even then. Still, the thought was hers and hers to keep. Oddly, she found the thought of her mother, if dead and unburied, discomforting. The woman was still of her blood and any Bodiamese deserved proper death rites, no matter their past. Or at least so the Wiseman said.

Nynea picked her way through the undergrowth on paths not trodden for years. Life had sprung from cracks in the rocks and reclaimed the walkways, so now she made her way carefully past stones and hidden sinks waiting to trip the careless. She came upon a few broken pieces of statues, but the small ones proved fruitless and the large ones were too large to break. She passed through an archway and entered another part of the ruins. Here she found stacked in a corner, a large pile of broken stone where clearly someone had picked clean the area doing exactly as she was. By the impressions left in the dirt, they had been moved recently.

Scavengers didn’t often come this part north. The ruins sat atop a mountain ridge that was more difficult to traverse than worth to raid old rubble, likely already robbed of Dellium. Recently, the Stone had been even more scarce than usual, but when desperate there was little length man would not go. Nynea had chosen it as she had been staying in the small village at the mountain’s base and she spent her time as a child trekking the mountains outside Bodiam in familiar terrain. Scavengers would sell the bits of Dellium they found to the refiners in Crafter’s Circle which forged deep in the belly of the Citadel. Or as of late, to the illegal small refineries that had begun to sprout all across Bodiam.

A soft wisp of wind cooled her for a moment, but on it she heard voices. They were loud and raucous and carried a bellyful of laughter. Likely these were the scavengers come to continue the job. Nynea crept back to the archway as quietly as she could, careful of her step. On the far side of the other room she saw two men coming up the pathway off the mountain side. They dripped with sweat and toted a large sack like hers.

“There’s no chance she would do that for a fat round shit like you” said the taller one.

“I told you, there’d been a look. Not even one look, many looks. I don’t think things as good as you think”

“Chef, you know I always took you for some kind of stupid, but now I think yer more than that. This is sumn special”

“I’m just saying sumn was weird, I’m not saying she wants me in bed with her” said Chef. He was indeed chubby. He had a rotund belly, which his shirt soaked with sweat clung to like glued paper. He was out of breath and stopped for a moment to rest while his friend continued.

“No, that’s exactly what yer saying. Yer saying she’s gon leave Cain and you and her gon roll ‘round in a bug tub of lard and have a litter of runts”

“Shut yer flapping gums, Walt” warned Chef.

“At least they’d be sweet children; they’d be half person, half pastry really”

“I’m not gon tell you again” Chef stood and faced Walt with his fists clenched. Walt laughed till he coughed and put his hand on Chef’s shoulder.

“Alright, alright, what you getting all chewed up for? Let’s go move some more rocks. If I could roll your ass up this hill, moving these rocks shouldn’t be much problem.” Walt and Chef mashed their way through toward the archway where Nynea crouched well hidden behind a pile of rubble. She was waiting for the voices to draw nearer and through the arch, then she would sneak behind them and escape through the mountain path. Though the pair sounded as dense as the stones they piled, if they could manage to move them it was wise to avoid them. Scavengers weren’t known for leniency in sharing space or spoils.

“I’m telling you mine’s about as long as that one” she heard Walt saying. Their voices were close now.

“You mean ‘bout as long as…what’s this now?” she heard Chef ask. He sounded surprised. Nynea’s breath caught short; she forgot about her damned sack. “This ain’t ours is it?”

“Chef, ours is on yer back. Where’d ya leave yer bloody brain? Now keep alert, could be someone ‘round here” His voice was quieter now. Nynea kept still and her palms began to sweat. She was hidden, but couldn’t stay hiding forever. If the scavengers had any Vigilance ability at all, they would find her. The Wiseman tried to show her how to suppress her weaves, but she never learned the patterns well. She didn’t trust her skill to fight them either. There was one trick she discovered she had, she hadn’t perfected it, but was better than the others. It was the one that impressed the Wiseman the most and she had no choice now.

The sweat matted her hair to her neck, but again she cleared her mind. She was never good at weaving patterns quickly, even these ones. She tied the last knot and felt the changes course through her. This pattern always felt the most comfortable to weave, but the strangest when tied. She stepped from her hiding spot and walked clear into the archway. The two men stood near her rucksack, the one called Chef was stooped looking through it with the small black bag in his hand. The Dellium. It was for the Wiseman and she would not let them have it.

“Chef” Walt called his name and the two stared into the archway unsure of the sight they saw, for instead of a brown haired woman of seventeen, they saw a red haired girl of nine.

“Hullo there little girl” said Chef. “What’re ya doin all the way up here by ya lonesome?”

“You alone little one? Huh? What’s yer name? said Walt, his kindness far less sincere.

“I’m Allie” Nynea heard herself say. “I’m lost” She tried to sound as scared as possible. The voice wasn’t exactly right, but it made no matter. She had met the little girl some days ago near the river just at the base of the mountain. She was gathering water for her father when Nynea came upon her; she spotted the fiery red hair some yards upriver. It was easier for her to mimic some people than others, and the girls weaves had a pattern that Nynea took to near instantly. The dress her version of Allie wore was a pretty pale purple, the same the real Allie wore when she had met her.

The pattern was an uncomfortable one. Her body was still hers, it still felt as hers, but didn’t move as hers. Though she felt as if she wiggled her own fingers, it was a small pale hand that moved before her now innocent blue eyes. Her body changed, but she never truly became the person she mimicked. It was more illusion than transformation. Above all it was difficult to maintain. Balancing knots for appearance, the dress, the voice and adjusting to the movement required much focus, especially for just a single pattern. She had seen the Wiseman balance multiple patterns effortlessly.

“Oh no! How’d ya get lost up here?” asked Walt moving closer trying to sound soothing.

“My dog ran away and I followed him up the mountain. I got lost and walked up here” Nynea moved slowly closer to the brown sack lying on the floor while trying to look frightened of the men. Chef still stood next to it, but if she could just get near to it she could try to snatch it and run. As she got closer to Walt, he stretched a hand out to touch her head. She retracted on instinct.

“Come now, its ok” his voice as if saddling a skittish horse. “No one ain’t wanna hurt ya. You here by yourself?”

She had just said she got lost up here.

“Yes, I want to go back to my Papa”

“Don’t worry l’il girl we’ll take ya back down the mountain” said Chef

“Nah we ain’t, we got work tuh do” said Walt abruptly.

“She’s a child ya, fissurin’ bastard, she can’t be up here by herself” replied Chef hotly.

“What’d ya jus call me?”

“You right heard me”

“I shudda left ye right on that mountain to die uh thirs’”

“Like you coulda?”

“I well could, and maybe I will”

If it weren’t for keeping the mimic, Nynea would have sighed. She was already exasperated with these two. Maybe she was wrong; maybe they were stupid enough to fight. By their accents, they were from a town east of the Citadel called Mala. She had spent some time there and knew well the tempers. Nynea inched closer to the sack as they bickered. The bag leaned against a rock on one side of a walkway and Chef stood a few steps in front gesturing angrily at Walt.

“She wouldn’ be up here alone, we’ll be here wid her. The Sensum said there’s some Dellium up here and we ain’t going back without it” said Walt firmly.

They had a Sensum? Not even the Wiseman had one.

“We can take her and come back”

“I ain’t up and down that blasted mountain again, Chef. It’ll be nightfall by then and I ain’t explainin to Cain why we got no Dellium when we back at the Grove. She’ll be alright here wid us”

Nynea stiffened as both men glanced her way. She made herself small against a wall behind her, not entirely just for show.

“Alright we’ll stay” said Chef reluctantly.

“And don’t ever call me fissurin’ again” warned Walt seriously. Chef nodded.

“You alright l’il girl?” said Chef.

“No, I want to go ho-me” Nynea nearly cupped her hands over her mouth. The two scavengers gave her searching looks. The knot slipped and her sentence ended in her own voice. She hoped she looked as if nothing happened.

Focus Nynea

She was able to retie the knot before they realized. Had they been paying attention or had patterned Vigilance, they would have felt the shift in her weaves. Still her pattern was coming undone. She couldn’t hold any longer.

Chef walked toward her. “Just stay wid us a l’il and then we’ll take you to your Papa” He had barely finished his sentence when she felt everything slip at once. The knots in the patterns all loosened and she felt her weaves about her lulling without tension. Chef’s eyes broadened and he pulled away from her. Walt stared mouth agape. Likely it was the only time either man had ever been caught without words.

This was her chance. Nynea pushed Chef aside and bolted for the sack. The black Corium bag lay next to it. She heard Walt shout ‘Stop her!’ from behind her, and when she lifted her head, Chef was already bounding toward her. He was fast for a man of his size. He crashed into her just as her fingers gripped the sack and she and it both toppled backward into the rough stone wall. She cut her arm, but felt nothing of the warm blood that began to squeeze from it. Chef snatched the Skrmum bag and she lunged for it from his hands, but grabbed only air.

A push came from behind Chef sending them both back some paces. It felt like being bashed with a cylinder of something solid. It was a complex pattern Walt wove that Nynea could feel, but not quite understand. They tumbled in the dirt right into one another. Chef was almost on top of her, gasping desperately for air, winded from the blow. Nynea was on her back, but grasped at the small black bag. Chef jerked it away and the mouth opened. The piece of Dellium flew from the bag and stung Nynea at the side of her neck where it met the shoulder.

The pain was incredible. It seared her and she felt her skin bubbling as if boiling. She howled loudly and lurched her body, hitting Chef flush in the jaw with her knee as she snatched the Stone away. The relief came instantly, but the feeling lingered and the pain became rage. The gauntlet still covered her right hand and she held the Stone firmly before lunging at Chef with it. He tried to protect his face and the Stone caught him in the arm. Chef screamed as she drove it deeper and the sweet smell she remembered filled her breath. The back of his hand caught her mouth and she tasted blood. She was suddenly aware of Walt weaving again and scampered to the side. The force of the push drove just past her, stronger than the first, and took a stone against the wall which broke to pebbles and dust.

She pushed herself to her feet and quicker than she ever imagined she could, wove a pattern to lock the legs of Walt who was running toward them. She only was able to catch one leg, but he fell over crashed hard onto the floor with a loud groan. Nynea quickly took the Corium bag and threw the Stone inside. She stayed clear of Chef, who still held the mark on his arm where she burned him, and took up her sack. She felt Walt fumbling to undo the lock on his leg as his eyes shifted from her to the gauntlet on her hand. It was similar to the one used by the Electi of the Citadel. Nynea narrowly dodged another of Walt’s push, her body still paining from the first, and ran out of the open area of statues. She was far down the mountain path before she looked back. No one had followed her. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she laid her back against a tree breathing heavily. She had taken on two grown men and defended herself. The Wiseman would be proud.

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