#I really hope the formatting on this works; it's taken a long time to sort out

[clusterfuck-yandere]

PUPPY OBSESSION V

Yandere Leon Kennedy x Reader

Part I — Part II — Part III — Part IV — Part V

Y’all wanted it, so y’all got it. Thank you for being so patient and waiting an entire fucking year (Christ, has it really been that long??). And so — without further ado — I hope you enjoy part 5 of this quirky series, tee hee.

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: feelings of paranoia, being hunted, deliberations on murder, Stockholm syndrome if you squint.

↳ ༉‧₊ You woke up to the worst pain in your life.

And that’s no exaggeration, either.

Your legs felt like they were splintering at the bone, and your cheeks stung of tiny cuts. Not to mention your aching joints and muscles.

After a while, however, you managed to sit upright without falling flat back on the ground. And that’s when you decided to assess your current situation;

You had no idea where the fuck you were.

It was morning, at least, so you were able to see the tall trees that surrounded your battered form. The only thing you could hear were the soft chirps of distant birds.

Lost in a forest, you noted. So, escaping WASN’T just a dream…

Part of you wanted to rejoice at this revelation. You were finally free; free from him. After being in that basement for god knows how long, you escaped..!!

But another part of you knew it wasn’t that simple.

You knew he was coming after you. Hell, he was probably searching all night, and even still searching. There’s no way he would just let you hit him with a vase, jump through a window, and disappear into the woods.

You might’ve escaped, but you quite literally weren’t out of the woods yet.

Which is why you found yourself struggling to your feet. It hurt like a bitch (maybe jumping out of a window was a bad idea), but the remaining adrenaline of the night before — mixed with your unwavering determination — got you standing in no time.

If you wanted to remain free, you had to keep moving.

It was the only way.

↳ ༉‧₊ Walking through the woods was a nightmare in itself.

And it wasn’t because your legs ached with every step. Well, that might’ve been part of it, but it definitely was the least of your worries.

Every single sound you heard — every snap of a twig or crunch of a leaf — sent waves of terror through your body. For all you knew, any of those sounds could’ve been him.

God, what if he was following you from a distance? Carefully watching until you took a rest, which would be the perfect moment for him to catch you off guard?

Then again, he probably wouldn’t be patient enough for that. If he saw you, he’d probably waste no time in tackling you or something.

A shiver went up your spine, though you didn’t know if it was the chilly morning air or the thought of him charging at you…

All the more reason to keep moving, you told yourself.

But… moving towards where?

These woods were unfamiliar to you, and you weren’t sure if Leon had neighbors in the woods.

Maybe you could find a nearby town? Or a campsite of some sort? Even a highway would be good enough.

Whatever was closest, you’d find a way to work with it.

Anywhere that wasn’t near him was like heaven, after all.

↳ ༉‧₊ The woods seemed to go on for hours.

And, admittedly, it probably did.

You had no idea how long you were walking for. But the sun was right above your head, meaning it was almost likely around noontime.

Though your rumbling stomach was really the only indication you needed for the time…

Okay, you had to admit; your escape wasn’t so well-thought out. You were so hung up on the actual escape part that you didn’t really think about what would happen afterwards. And that was really evident in your lack of food… which is kind of important for survival.

Maybe I should’ve taken a bit longer to plan…

You shook the thought from your head. There was no way you would spend anymore time in that place. If you had to sleep one more night with him, you might’ve lost it.

… Though, maybe you already have lost it.

Even so, you still had to keep moving. No matter how tired your pained legs were, you had to keep looking for something. There was no time for a break; you couldn’t take a break.

↳ ༉‧₊ Your body, however, had other plans.

By the time the sky was a brilliant orange color, you were practically crawling on the forest floor.

You bitterly thought about how pathetic you must’ve looked; wrinkled clothing caked in mud, dirt underneath your fingernails, hands clawing into the earth to drag the rest of your body forward…

And it didn’t help that your stomach was rumbling louder than you would’ve preferred…

Or that your throat felt so dry…

However, your luck seemed to be turning around a bit when your ears picked up on a soft, trickling, gushing noise.

Water.

The thought of a river or stream nearby motivates you enough to shakily get off of the ground, your legs stumbling towards the promising sounds of nice, cold water.

It didn’t take long before you managed to find yourself on a riverbank, jagged pebbles crunching under your feet as you lurched towards the clear and glittering water.

You wasted no time in cupping your hands and plunging them into the river. The cool water felt refreshing against your hands, creating a soothing ripple effect across your entire aching body.

Was this water clean? Probably not. God knows what nasty particles were swimming around in this unfiltered river water, and you did not want to know where this water was coming from.

But none of that stopped you from bringing your hands up to your lips and gulping it down.

You repeated this action about 5 or 6 times, the cool water doing good to quench your thirst. Despite the earthy taste — and the overwhelming flavor of straight-up river — it was probably the best water you’ve had in a while.

↳ ༉‧₊ It was then that you decided to take a break for the rest of the night.

The sun was barely peeking behind the tree line at this point, and wandering in the dark wasn’t going to do you any favors.

Besides, that little voice in the back of your head that was pleading for you to rest was getting on your nerves.

You cupped some water into your hands once more to splash your face, effectively removing whatever dirt and grime you had collected. The cold liquid against your skin made you feel much more rejuvenated than when you initially woke up.

You also took the time to dip your sore feet into the river to provide some sense of relief. A sigh of relief was pulled from your lips as you looked up to the darkening sky.

Why did it have to be you? Why did this sick fuck have to destroy everything — your promising career, your general sense of safety, your entire life — all because of his borderline psychotic obsession?

Did you piss off whatever god was out there so badly that they decided to punish you like this? Did they create Leon Kennedy to be your own personal demon? Someone that would latch himself onto you like a parasite and drain you of everything you loved?

I... I have to make you love me, his twisted voice echoed in your head. I— I need to make you love me… pl— please— please love me…

Love me…

Love me…

Love me…

A distant twig snapping made your shoulders jolt.

↳ ༉‧₊ It was him.

There was something about the way a shiver ran up your spine that made you know.

He was somewhere nearby.

So, as quietly as you could manage, you pulled your feet out from the river and frantically scanned your surroundings.

There was a thick, good-sized tree with a bush next to it that would (hopefully) provide adequate cover should he look your way. Hiding from him made you feel pathetic — you were supposed to be an officer; someone who was fearless and brave — but you had no idea what he was armed with.

Or if he minded cuddling with a dead body.

That’s why you darted towards the tree. You paid extra mind towards the dead leaves on the ground, making sure not to create any sound that would alert him, as you dove behind your makeshift cover.

It was quiet for a few moments. The only sound you could hear was the trickling body of water next to you, and you were starting to doubt yourself.

Maybe it wasn’t him after all…

But another twig snapped — sounding much closer than before — and your stomach dropped completely.

Crunch… crunch… crunch… crunch…

You could hear dead leaves being stepped on by careful feet, getting louder and louder by the second. Your head carefully peaked out from behind the tree and bush as you silently prayed for it to be someone else; anyone else.

But, of course, fate never worked in your favor.

When he came into your field of vision, you had to fight your initial urge to bolt the other direction. But you knew better than to give away your location and have him chase you in your current state.

So, instead, you took notice of his current state.

He was still in his RPD uniform, though it was caked in mud and dirt. His hair was sporting a similar grimy look with dirty blonde strands poking every which way.

You weren’t close enough to admire him in full detail, but you did manage to catch the cuts that littered his face.

As well as the good-sized chunk of porcelain that was embedded in his forehead.

A dark part of your mind felt satisfied at this.

↳ ༉‧₊ Fortunately for you, he didn’t seem to notice your hiding spot.

You watched him slowly the riverbank, most likely trying to pick up on any signs that you were at least nearby.

It felt like hours passed before his head lowered towards the river. His shoulders hitched upwards before sagging downwards; you guessed it was from him heaving a sigh.

Maybe that means he’s given up, you thought. Or at least moving on to a new area.

But any hope of that went out the window when he suddenly dropped to his knees, his hands clutching at the pebbles on the riverbank.

You weren’t expecting him to do that, which is probably why you felt your entire body flinch. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him intently.

What is he doing?

Your question was quickly answered by the front sniffling noises that filled the evening air. Leon’s entire body seemed to tremble as the sniffling turned into full-on sobs.

He was crying.

Of course. Just your luck to have him come to the exact same area you’re in… just to cry.

All you could do was uncomfortably watch him wail into his hands, his body curling into itself.

“… (Y/N),” you could faintly hear him whimper. “(Y/N)… wh-where are you?!”

The way he sobbed out your name crawled underneath your skin, sending a deep chill up your back.

He reminded you of a lost child crying out for his parents…

Except this lost child needs to fuck off, you mentally spat out.

In between his hiccups, you could hear those disgusting I love you’s he would mumble into your ear. The ones that would haunt you during the night, or when he was away at work.

“I… love y-you… I-I love you…”

“I love you…”

“I love you…”

“I love you…”

It would always roll off of his lips like a prayer.

His wailing soon turned into soft whimpers, which then turned into soft sniffles. What felt like an eternity of his cries piercing your ears was finally over.

He looked as though he was asleep.

Find a rock, a dark corner of your mind screamed. Find a rock that’s big enough to crush his skull in.

Killing him… that was…

Well…

You couldn’t explain it, but something about that idea just didn’t sit right with you.

Which was absolutely crazy to you; this was the guy that stalked you, broke into your house, kidnapped you, kept you in his basement for god knows how long, and tried force his twisted romantic fantasies onto you.

A psycho like him deserves to die, that dark voice reasoned with you.

But…

Maybe it was some sense of morality that was holding you back. To kill another human, well, is a crime. Leon is a piece of shit, but murdering him wouldn’t make you any better. As much as part of you thought he deserves death, you knew it wasn’t up to you to make that call. If anything, if he deserved anything, it was professional help (in a nice padded room far away from you, might you add).

Even so, the dark voice was persistent.

Kill him. He’s done nothing but make your life a living hell. He’s practically hunting you down, for fucks sake, and he won’t stop until he has you again.

And if that ever happens…

God, what would he even do to you?

↳ ༉‧₊ You found yourself in a moral dilemma.

The night was upon you, and Leon remained asleep on the riverbank.

It would be an easy kill, you mused to yourself. If you were quiet enough, you could pick up a rock, sneak up on him, and hit him as hard as you could. Over and over and over again.

But… what if he woke up? What if he managed to grab the rock from your hands, or heard you approach him to begin with? Would you win that fight? Would you be able to outrun him?

And… more importantly… would you have enough willpower to strike him in the first place?

Surely, you would, right? This man is terrible. All of your rage should be bubbling towards the surface, giving you the strength to cave his fucking face in.

But something was holding you back. You didn’t know what it was, but it somehow trumped over your anger and caused anxiety to claw at your mind.

Kill him… kill him… kill him…!!

You felt your hands trembling as you stared down at them.

I… I can’t…

It just wasn’t right. Leon was fucked up in the brain, sure, but should he really die because of it? In his sleep, no less?

It might not be right, but it might be the only way you can get the hell out of here.

So…

↳ ༉‧₊ What is your plan of action?

#↳ ༉‧₊ PUPPY OBSESSION #↳ ༉‧₊ YANDERE RESIDENT EVIL #↳ ༉‧₊ YANDERE LEON KENNEDY #↳ ༉‧₊ YANDERE LEON KENNEDY X READER

[skzooweemama]

hear me out.

tickle fight w minho🤭

just an idea, no pressure🙊

say less!! much love for the sassy bunny <3

okokok had a tough time coming up w an idea for this one BUT!! i took inspo from when he, changbin, and felix played pool and minho got all up in felix’s face…

like i was just imagining tickling him for being a little shit?? and him taking revenge?? yes plz.

(i experimented w some formatting/structure, so i hope it's not too confusing to read. though i like writing in second person, it can be tough to work w sometimes. i apologize in advance!!)

enjoyyyyy!!!

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"goddammit!! i swear he's cheating!!" you cry out, nearly throwing your pool cue to the floor in defiance.

felix catches it before you can. "he's not." he sighs in mild defeat. "thing is neither of us are very good and he is."

lee minho, infamous bunny bully and your boyfriend, had been whooping up on you in partnered pool all day. you'd been partnered with just about every member (save for changbin, he was always minho's partner) and in each game you lost. minho wasn't super great at pool by any means, but he was calculating and crazy competitive. and he got lucky a lot. which is why he was currently trying to sink the eight ball while you and felix desperately tried to catch up.

"preying on the weak is a coward's move, minho!" chan called from the couch. he had been your first and best partner, but after one game he tapped out for-what seungmin called-"old man reasons".

minho, who was chalking his cue, stuck his tongue out at chan. you rolled your eyes.

he could be so childish.

"it's not personal, jagi. i know it's hard to lose so much, but it's for your own good." minho shrugged, placing the cue chalk down. you gave him a look.

"oh really? how's that?" you asked, watching out of the corner of your eyes as felix missed another shot.

minho gave you one of his signature grins and lowered himself into the perfect position to finally sink the eight ball.

"it builds character." was all he said before tapping the cue ball just so- sending the eight ball ricocheting off the side of the pool table and right into a waiting pocket.

the cheers he let out should've been illegal. it's not like he was hurting for a win (unlike some people (you)).

"yes!" he exclaimed, clapping changbin on the back. in what seemed to be sudden burst of energy from the win, he rounded to your side of the table and got in your face, letting out a sort of growl.

you looked at him, eyes wide, completely taken aback by this behavior.

was he truly becoming a cat? after all this time?

"god, you are such a weirdo." you said, reaching up to flick his forehead. "good game. let's go again."

"i can't, i'm tired now. i need a nap." minho answered, turning to put his pool cue away.

changbin piped up at that. "tired? it's like 10pm. are you going to bed?"

minho shook his head. "i'm going to take a nap." he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "see ya."

true to his word, he headed out of the game room and down the hall towards the room the both of you were staying in.

such a weirdo.

soon enough since it was getting late and they had a schedule tomorrow, the members started to follow minho's lead. they had a long day and definitely deserved the rest, but you were on a mission. you had to get better at pool so you'd be a slightly challenging opponent for minho in the future.

totally not because your ego was bruised after all those losses.

no, of course not.

you played by yourself for a while, working on consistently hitting the brightly colored balls into specific pockets. the few times you tried to get the ball to bounce off the side of the table, it didn't work. you still had a ways to go before you could compete against minho. and seeing as it had been at least an hour since he went to "nap", you decided he probably wasn't coming back out.

whatever, the two of you hardly ever played pool in the first place. what did it matter if you were good?

"oh good, you're still awake. ready for a rematch?"

it seemed you spoke too soon.

your eyes found minho standing in the doorway, bare-faced and wearing his glasses. his hair was sort of messy, confirming that he did in fact take a nap like the psycho he is. he was also wearing one of your old twice hoodies, and you made a mental note to grab it later. minho was a notorious hoodie thief.

"are you going to let me win for once?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

minho scoffed and walked into the room, grabbing a cue from the rack. "of course not. i don't go easy on anyone. not even you."

you knew that would be his answer. no matter, you planned for this. "alright, fine. then i propose a handicap. to make it fair."

"and that's different from me going easy on you how?"

"you can play however you want, as long as you observe it. i know how clever you are, you'll figure it out." truthfully, a handicap wasn't that much different than minho deliberately going easy on you. but pool made him competitive, and if he was feeling competitive sometimes he liked a challenge.

minho looked at you for a long time, before eventually shrugging. "what's the handicap?"

"for every one shot you take, i get two. sound fair?" minho scoffed at your words, shaking his head.

"you're on. i've seen how you shoot, jagi." he replied as he racked the balls.

you smiled to yourself. "you might be surprised."

~~~

safe to say minho was not surprised.

you were just as terrible as you had been all day, even after all that practice you told him about. he almost felt bad for you. sure, you were great at many things he wasn't and you had a knack for picking up skills rather quickly. it just seemed like pool wasn't one of those skills.

now, he was just about to win again, and honestly... it felt just as good as all the other times.

"min! take your turn! i know you want to rub this in, so consider it rubbed..." you groaned, leaning on the table as you watched your boyfriend analyze the layout of the balls.

minho decided he had about two options to get each of his balls in. one he could do from where he was currently standing and it had a pretty decent chance of being successful. the other, however, required a lot more caution, and for him to be standing on the side of the table you were on.

safe to say he chose option two and sauntered over to your side of the table.

you turned towards him as he approached, giving him a questioning look. "couldn't you have just hit the green striped one from where you were standing?"

minho nodded. "i missed you."

"missed me? what are you-" he pressed a finger to your lips.

"let me concentrate." he said, earning him a glare as you gave him some space.

minho leaned onto the table, lining up his shot. it required some maneuvering to get his cue just right, but with a sharp thrust of the stick, the ball went rocketing into a corner pocket.

"let's go!" he cheered quietly. you scoffed behind him.

he had earned a second shot, so he walked back around to the other side of the table and lined up his next shot. the green striped ball went in as well. minho looked up at you with a gloating look, his smugness only growing when he saw a smile pull at the corner of your mouth. you were so whipped. it was cute.

now, for the eight ball.

this shot was tricky. the cue ball wasn't close to the black ball at all, so it meant he had to use one of your balls to hit it into whichever pocket he called.

"back left corner." he said aloud. with a deep breath, he lined up his shot and hit the cue ball just a bit harder than he would usually and sent it flying down the table, colliding with your ball, which collided with the eight ball...

...and sent it straight into the pocket he called.

minho practically threw his cue to the ground in his excitement, letting out a (soft) cry of excitement. something just came over him when he made good plays in pool- he couldn't help it.

that was certainly clear when he went running around the table again just to get in your face and brag.

except he didn't actually get to brag, because suddenly your hands were grabbing at his sides and he was being dragged to the ground.

"this'll teach you, you jerk!" you cried out as you staged your attack, tickling wherever you could reach while minho was still trying to understand what was happening.

he didn't even realize he was laughing until you started laughing with him, but then the sensations hit him like a truck. the familiar feeling of being tickled set his nervous system on fire as peals of laughter escaped his lips.

"NAHA!! jahahagi plehease!!" he choked out between laughs. "what did i dohoho?!"

you were sitting on his hips now, keeping him trapped beneath you as you went to town on his sides and abs. "what did you do? you really don't know?"

minho shook his head desperately.

"you've been an insufferable gloat all. day. long." you told him, punctuating each of the last three words with pokes to his bellybutton, earning some seriously embarrassing squeaks. "i decided it was time for me to put you in your place."

minho tried to come up with a witty reply, but your fingers dancing against his sides (getting dangerously close to his ribs) seemed to swallow his thoughts whole. all he could manage was a weak cry when you switched tactics and started massaging his ribs before he fell into wild cackles once again.

through his ticklish haze, minho could see you were having a great time. your cheeks were flushed and you had a wide smile on your face. seeing how pretty you looked was almost worth this punishment.

almost, but not quite.

a swipe of your fingers on his sensitive upper ribs was enough of an incentive to turn the tides. he grabbed your hips where you were straddling him and turned you both quickly to the side, ending up on top of you.

your eyes widened in surprise as you realized what he did. minho, still panting and giggling, brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss. it was the most affectionate he'd been all day, but it wasn't at all innocent.

while you kissed, he dug his fingers into your armpits.

"GAH!!" you screamed, trying to squirm away from his deft fingers. unfortunately, it seemed that he was just as good at pinning you as you were him.

minho smiled and pecked the side of your mouth. "aw, did you really no expect this?" he teased, worming his fingers deeper into your underarms. no matter how hard you tried to clamp them to your sides, the ticklish sensations never stopped.

you let out a shout of frustration as you laughed, batting and pushing at minho as much as you could without exposing more tickle spots.

"PLEHEASE!! min, i'm sohorry!!" you whined.

"oh are you? you started it so don't even act-," he was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

chan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, clearly half-awake and annoyed. "as much as i'm sure he deserved whatever started this, some of us are trying to sleep."

you pushed minho off of you with burning cheeks, unable to meet chan's eyes. minho chuckled and patted your back.

"we'll keep it down. sorry, chan~"

chan just grumbled out a "thanks" and walked away.

you groaned and leaned into minho, burying your face in his shoulder. "that was way too embarrassing..." you muttered.

he chuckled and pet your hair gently. "oh c'mon, it's just chan. nothing he hasn't seen before." you groaned again. "let's go to bed, hm?"

you nodded and minho stood up, grabbing your hand and hauling you to your feet. the two of you shuffled off to bed, feeling extra tired from the various competitions of the day. you didn't mind, though. life would be boring otherwise.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #kpop fluff #stray kids tickle #skz tickle #kpop tickle #lee know x reader #fluff #skzooweemama.asks #skzooweemama.writes #not proof read whoops

[kurogane2512]

hii!! thanks for writing such great x readers for the woman enjoyer crowd!! would it be possible to get a nsfw PTN Langley x f!reader in which the f!reader gives Langley a massage with a happy ending? thanks~

Ngl I was so excited to write this ngghh mommy Langley!! I hope you guys don't mind the kind of format I follow; I like incorporating some kind of story into the fics rather than writing only smut. If you don't want any plot in your request then feel free to mention it :)

Also sorry for being late and thank you for waiting! hope you like it :))

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Langley x fem!Reader (Chief)

Type: Smut and Fluff (massage, teasing, oral, Langley wearing her paid outfit, reader has dirty thoughts and Langley knows~)

You cautiously stepped into the building in front of you, a high-level club hidden in the depths of Eastside. Your purpose was to investigate presence of Mania activity and in turn possibility of any Sinners present. You mingled around, glancing at every corner, at every person and analysing with your shackles but didn't sense anything. Until, you were suddenly invited into the VIP lounge by a waiter. You suspiciously walked towards it, and your shackles acted up as you sensed a familiar presence....

"Long time no see, rookie. Enjoying the party?~" It was Langley, sitting in a shimmering white dress and silver heels, carrying her signature cane, wearing a flower ornament in her hair which was missing her usual hat. She smirked looking at your shocked expression then patted the seat beside her, indicating you to come and sit.

"Your agent didn't tell me you would be here too."

"Because he did not know it himself. I came by my own accord."

"....Is something going to happen here? I was sent to investigate Mania activity but I haven't sensed anything so far...."

"Hehe~ Wait and watch, rookie. You need patience if you wish to collect information in a gathering like this."

You nodded with a sigh and rested back, Langley picked up her glass which contained a bright orange drink and leisurely sipped on it.

"What about your Sinner companions? Did you bring them too?"

"Yes but they are outside, guarding the surroundings. I can't bring them to a club like this, they are still young."

"Oh?~ Quite considerate of you, rookie."

Langley chuckled softly and sipped on her drink more. Few minutes passed and she kept the drink aside then stood up and began walking out.

"Come, rookie. Watch and learn how to get first-hand information."

You nodded and stood up to follow her out, she instructed you to sit at the bar counter and watch her as she began talking with some guests. You continued looking around for anything suspicious but didn't pick up anything, you began suspecting whether there really was anything at all or it was a false alarm. You then looked over at Langley again, gazing at her as she professionally negotiated with highly-esteemed guests.

However, rather than focusing on what was she talking about, you were more entranced by her appearance. You had only ever seen her in work attire, her uniform that she so diligently wore every single day. This was the first time you saw her in such an elegant piece of clothing, you were taken aback how well it suited her. Your gaze trailed all over features, noticing her curves, her milky skin that glowed against the spotlight.

You were so lost looking at her that you didn't realize she glanced over at you and was now staring at you with a smirk. You blushed and quickly averted your gaze, realizing how inappropriate your thoughts had become. Langley grinned wider then excused herself from the guests and walked towards you.

"Did you find anything, rookie?"

"Uh, n-no, nothing. Did you get any information?"

"Indeed. All the intelligence is here...." she gestured towards her temple before coming closer to you and grabbing your collar, "If you want it, come and stay with me after the party....." she paused and leaned near your ear to whisper, "....to sort out the information, of course~"

She chuckled then walked away, leaving you in a flustered state. You composed yourself then followed her out and sat in the car with her. You informed Nightingale through your comms to take Hella and Hecate back to the bureau as the area was safe and you would be staying with Langley for some time. The car stopped in front of a luxurious hotel and you both went in, entering one of the deluxe suites as booked by Langley.

You looked around the opulent room in awe, you barely experienced any luxury at MBCC. Affording a room like this was beyond your budget. Langley sat on the bedside, letting out an exhausted sigh and resting back. She settled her cane near the edge then rubbed her ankles, seemingly stressed out from the pain of the high heels.

"Come here, rookie." she ordered, and you walked over to stand in front of her.

"You want information? Then, kneel down."

You looked at her wide-eyed, too surprised by her command. But you couldn't deny her figure was tempting. You agreed with no arguments and kneeled in front of her, she smirked then held up her right leg and placed it on your chest horizontally, the heel side flat against it. You tried to comprehend what she wanted to do, until she suddenly pushed you away with her leg. You stumbled back and sat on the floor, grunting at the sudden action.

"You have been a bad girl, rookie~ Staring at your boss with obscene thoughts in mind can get you in a lot of trouble~"

You looked at her in shock; how did she know? Were your expressions that obvious? Was she some kind of mind reader? Was it your shackles that subconsciously conveyed your thoughts to her? You gulped and looked away in embarrassment, and you finally realized why she made you come with her. Well, perhaps a punishment was indeed deserving here.

"Rookie." she spoke and you looked at her, she beckoned her finger and you sat up to crawl towards her and she raised her leg again to keep it on your knee.

"It's been a long time since someone massaged my legs...."

You understood what she wanted. You gently slid off her heels and gripped her ankle before applying slight pressure and massaging the joint. You pressed her soles with your thumb then moved towards her calves and applied the same kind of pressure on it as well. You accidentally looked up and happened to glance at her underwear which made you blush and instantly look down again. Langley caught on to that very well, and only became more eager to tease you.

She positioned her other leg apart more, shifting away her dress as well and giving you a better look at her panties. You blushed and looked at her, and she only smirked before raising her other leg and bringing it close for you to massage. You stole glances at her underwear the whole time you massaged her legs, her shoulders slumped in relaxation. You went further up to her thighs, rubbing along and massaging them as you crept your hands under her dress.

She grinned more and allowed you to go further, clearly enjoying the service. You sneakily held her panties and slowly slid them off before completely discarding them. She chuckled then grabbed your jaw, bending down near your face.

"Good work, rookie. Now, come up here. My shoulders need the same treatment as well."

You agreed and quickly climbed on the bed and settled behind her. You gently gripped her shoulders and kneaded her skin and muscles in rhythmic motions. She let out a sigh and leaned back onto you, enjoying the sensations. You smiled to yourself and continued servicing her; you felt it wasn't so bad, you understood how hard she worked and how stressed she would become by the end of the day.

All of a sudden, you felt her hand hold your own and guide it to a particular place....slipping it under the strap of her dress. Surprised, you looked at her and she simply gave you a sly glance before resting back in the same position. You followed her lead and slipped down both of the straps of her dress, then slowly moved your hands towards her breasts.

She softly gasped as soon as you cupped her breasts, the sound leaving you entranced and wanting to hear it more. You cupped her ample breasts further, soft mounds of flesh fitting in your palms almost too perfectly. You kneaded and squeezed them, eliciting pleasant moans from her. Her nipples eventually perked up in your palms, and you were almost temped to pinch them but held back.

"Mhm~ G-Good job, rookie. You know how to please your boss quite well~"

She moved away from you before turning around to face you and roughly pushing you down, hovering above you with a grin on her face.

"Now then, how about you....please me in other places?~"

"....I'm beginning to think that the purpose of calling me to the party was something else."

"Arguing with your boss doesn't set a good example, rookie. If you want that information then you better get to work."

You gulped and eventually nodded, she crawled towards your face and straddled it, placing her thighs around your head with her core placed right above your lips. She moved aside her dress and sat upon your mouth, your lips attaching to her cunt. Your tongue lapped her folds in slow strips, relishing the taste and feeling. Langley's hands gripped your hair as she loosened up, letting go of all the tension built up in her body and sitting with all her weight.

Your voice muffled and sent vibrations up to her, low yet angelic moans spilling from her mouth. She pushed herself further and tightened her grip in your hair, and you easily penetrated into her with your tongue. Langley sighed and rutted her hips, needy for more pleasure. She was a busy person; she gave you the chance to fulfill her desires tonight and you weren't going to let her down.

You closed your lips around her throbbing clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves as she rocked further into your face. You held her thighs to pull her closer, a surprised gasp leaving her mouth followed by a soft chuckle. She liked your bravery. It was rare for her to find such pleasure from someone at this point of her life, but it seems she had now found the perfect partner.

You slowly moved your hands towards her clit and began rubbing it as you flicked your tongue inside her, hungrily lapping her hot and spongy walls to produce more of her sweet essence. She suddenly arched back and whined. A marvelous sight to behold. She looked like an absolute goddess; riding your face as she desired, your eyes feasting upon her beautiful bosom with perky pink nipples.

"Mhm~ N-Not bad....rookie~ Now....be still and d-drink up hngh!~"

She rutted faster then threw her head back as she released, her sweet juices gushing on your face and you happily drank each every drop. She panted out and smirked looking down at you, gently caressing your hair in satisfaction.

"You are going to stay the night, rookie. There's a lot of information to share~"

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut #ptn #ptn smut #ptn langley #langley x reader #ptn langley smut #ptn langley x reader

[clementine-writes-things]

Hostage With Benefits

Summary: Y/n is taken captive by Hans Gruber and is easily seduced by his charm.

Contents: Smut with barely any plot, degradation, gun kink, spitting, choking, BDSM, bondage, power kink, humiliation, strong language.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: sorry if it's formated weird or too short or something like that, I spent a long time writing it and it's 1 am right now, I'm so tired. I hope you guys enjoy it though!

Christmas music played throughout the 30th floor, the party was alive and the people were cheerful. Everyone was wearing their finest attire, men in their tuxedos and suits, women in their dresses and skirts. Today was Christmas Eve, and naturally, Mr. Takagi thought it would be a good idea to have a party at work. It served a double purpose, the party, as the company had just made a big sale. 

It was typical of this company, to have parties for the workers, booze and drugs in almost everybody's system. However, your position in the company determined if you got to join in on the party as well. This is how y/n got stuck working during the celebration. She was an intern. Not that she cared about the party, she actually found it to be rather boring. 

"Y/n, be a doll and get some more booze, would ya? You know where it is." Ellis said, his voice slurred.

Y/n grimaced, Ellis was a creep. He constantly did drugs at work, flirted with any woman who breathed, and worked his way into the company with his daddy's money. 

"Yeah, sure." She said. 

The girl stood up from behind her desk, where she had been sorting out files, stapling them, and then putting them in alphabetical order in  the filing cabinets. Ellis had disappeared as soon as he had arrived, which was a relief for y/n, as his presence made her physically ill. Straightening out her skirt and tugging on the bottom of her button up shirt, she grabbed the walkman off her desk and hooked it onto her hip. Placing the headphones on her ears, she clicked the play button and smiled as 'Rebel Yell' started to play. 

Y/n was fairly young, only 24, the youngest person in the building. Even though she didn't get treated like an actual member of the company, people still found her presence to be comforting. A young, optimistic and innocent aura was a huge contrast to the dark and dreary feeling of working in an office. She took pride in how friendly and approachable she was. 

'Let's see…the drinks should be on the 15th floor, near the cafeteria.' She thought to herself. 

Having to go through the crowd of people, y/n paused her Walkman and lowered the headphones. Although she didn't feel like participating in the party, it would be rude if she didn't say hi to a few people. Passing by a couple workers, glances were cast at her, obviously critiquing her outfit. She knew she wasn't going to be a part of the party, so why would she dress up? She still looked nice in her opinion. She wore a white, slightly cropped white shirt with short sleeves. It was a little too tight for her, but she didn't really think much of it. The skirt she had on was a soft teddy bear brown with two black buttons, some frilly white lace underneath the skirt, showing only slightly. White socks with small ruffles were on her feet as well as shiny black flats. 

"Y/n, nice to see you! How's your night going?" Ms. Gennero asked. 

"It's fine, Ms. Gennero. Thanks for asking. Sorry, I need to get some more drinks for the party." She excused herself. 

Reaching the elevator, she felt relieved. The crowd of people around her was nearly enough to suffocate her. She pressed the button to the 15th floor, placing her Walkman back on her ears and continuing to listen to music. When the doors opened, she stepped inside, popping a piece of gum she had into her mouth as she waited to arrive at her destination. 

~

Around 15 minutes later, a group of men had taken over the 30th floor. Guns in hand, ready to shoot and kill on command. The party that had once been so alive and happy, was now dismal. A man stepped forward, a small book in his hand. 

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!" He declared with a strong accent. 

The room grew quiet, everyone afraid to make a sound. 

"Due to the Nakatomi corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, it is about to be taught a lesson on real power. You will be witnesses." The man cleared his throat, looking down at his book. 

"Now… Mr. Takagi? Where are you? Where is the man who used to be in charge around here?" An arrogant smile spread across the man's face. 

He strolled through the crowd of people, glancing around at their faces occasionally as he looked through his book of notes. Everyone he saw had fear glazed over their eyes, hands shaking, knees trembling, brow sweating. As he came near the end of the crowd, he glanced down at another man. 

"Enough!" A voice said from behind him. 

The foreign man turned around, his movements fluid and calm.

"Ah, Mr. Takagi. How nice to meet you. I am Hans Gruber. Let's have a little chat.."

~skipping the interrogation scene cuz I don't want to write about takagi getting shot lol~

"See if you can dispose of this.." Hans gestured to Mr. Takagi's dead body. 

"Karl, you go back up and watch the hostages. Theo, get to work on the vault. I shall like to look around the building in search of any stragglers."

Once assured that everyone had understood their tasks, Hans left the room. 

~

Y/n had made it to the 15th floor quite some time ago, but she had decided to make herself a snack in the cafeteria. Her shoes were held in her left hand while a slice of the PB&J sandwich she had made was in her right hand. She had taken her shoes off because they were far too tight, no one would care if she didn't wear her shoes. Groaning, she opened the fridge, remembering that she was supposed to bring back more alcohol. She put her sandwich in her mouth, holding it in between her lips as she grabbed a bottle of vodka with her free hand.

'I hate this job.' She thought to herself as she walked out of the cafeteria. 

As the doors swung open, she nearly fell over. It was difficult to open doors when your hands were full. Her Walkman still was over her ears and she started to dance a little when Dreams by Fleetwood Mac started to play. Her skirt flowed as she twirled around, the smoothness of her socks allowing her to slide across the floor. Turning around the corner of the hallway she noticed a man at the elevator. She waved at him - or - tried to as she had her hands full. The man looked surprised, but his facial expression softened as she approached him. He noticed she had her shoes in one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other, and a sandwich in her mouth. Y/n placed the bottle on the floor and grabbed her sandwich with her now free hand. 

"Hi! I'm y/n! Sorry, I just got back from the cafeteria. Getting some more drinks for the party!" She stated, her voice a happy tune. 

"Hans. Hans Gruber."

Hans put two and two together and concluded that y/n was referring to the Nakatomi Christmas party. This was perfect for him. 

"I'm supposed to be at that Christmas party right now. Would you mind showing me the way?" He questioned. 

Nodding, the girl bent down to pick up the bottle but was stopped by the man. He grabbed it. 

"Allow me."

Smiling, the girl took a bite out of her sandwich and entered the elevator with Hans. Bending down, she pressed button 30 and started to balance back and forth on her heels. Hans was taken aback by her behavior, but found it slightly entertaining. 

"I'm an intern! I don't really like my job, but I can't do much about it." She bluntly explained. 

Hans just nodded in response.

The elevator doors opened and y/n walked out. As she looked over the room, everyone's heads turned to her. Confusion and fear spread across her face as she saw men with guns aiming at her. Turning around, she attempted to run but Hans had dropped the bottle of vodka, letting it shatter on the ground, and quickly grabbed her by the back of her neck. 

"Not so fast, liebling…" He murmured against her ear. 

"Y/n! Leave her alone!" Ms. Gennero shouted, accompanied by a few other protests. 

Smirking, Hans looked at his men. He chuckled in y/n's ear as he pulled her closer to him. 

"Well, if she's so important, perhaps I should keep her. Make sure you all behave, unless you want your poor intern to perish." He mocked, a fake frown on his face. 

Everyone began to scream and wail, y/n accompanying them. Ignoring the cries, Hans dragged y/n to the office he had claimed. Shoving her down on the ground, he closed all of the blinds. Straightening his tie, he approached her slowly. 

"Let me go!" She exclaimed. 

Hans merely laughed at her pathetic excuse for a plea. 

"Mmm, I'm afraid not. Taking a whole company hostage and leading a heist is a very stressful thing. I think some company would do me good, and you're quite entertaining." He mused. 

Y/n, though not restrained, felt like she couldn't move. She was worried that if she moved even an inch, she would be killed instantly. Hans looked her over, raising an eyebrow once he realized how she was dressed. 

"Rather slutty for a Christmas party, don't you think?" He teased. 

She furrowed her eyebrows. 

"At least I don't show up in a suit and tie to hold people hostage. What, you think you're a part of the mafia? Hoping to be in The Godfather Part III?" 

Hans whipped his head around, lowering himself to her level and grabbing a fistful of her hair. 

"I think you shall find it wise to mind..your..tongue. Just because I find you entertaining does not mean I won't hesitate to shoot you between the eyes. So I suggest you watch your attitude, young lady."

His words were like honey. Venomous honey that coated her body. The pressure of her hair being pulled and the intimidation that filled her while he was glaring at her sent shivers through her spine. Hans noticed this and scoffed. He tugged at her scalp once more, harshly. A soft anguished moan left her throat. Hans stood up. 

"Your outfit matches your mind. Perverted and whorish."

Leaning back against the desk, hands gripping both sides, he tilted his head at her. 

Raising his hand, he used his finger to gesture for her to come to him. Reluctantly and cautiously, she obeyed. Standing directly in front of him, she felt her knees get weak. He brought his hand to her face, using his thumb to wipe off jelly from the corner of her lip. Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he sucked the jelly off. Her heart raced, baffled at how attractive she found the man in front of her to be. Smirking, he grabbed a chair and put it next to the chair behind the desk. He took his seat in the office chair. 

Y/n backed up slowly. Hans rolled his eyes. 

"Sit down!" He roughly demanded.

Y/n scurried over next to him, frightened by his tone of voice. Sitting in the chair, she started to button up more of her shirt, realizing she was showing way too much. Hans brought up a hand to stop hers. 

"Obviously you were more than comfortable to dress so promiscuous today, so I don't expect you to change anything now." 

Hans slowly removed his hand from over hers, making sure to run his thumb over her nipple as he did so. Y/n's thighs clenched together and she bit her lip. Smirking, the man removed his hand completely and grabbed his radio.

"Theo, process on the vault." 

"Halfway there."

"Good. Stay on schedule. If anyone needs me, radio in. I do not want to be bothered." 

With that, he put the radio away. Slowly, he turned towards y/n, his hand gripping his pistol on the desk. 

"Tell me, dear y/n, are you afraid?" 

She nodded. 

"I see. Do you wish you weren't here? That I wasn't here?"

She nodded again.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her thighs. On the seat, he could see a shimmering wetness. Chuckling, he used the tip of his pistol to lift up her skirt, revealing her soaked panties. 

"Mmm, I think you're lying to yourself my dear." 

A blush spread across her face as she attempted to stand up, ready to march out the door. But a strong hand on her shoulder forced her back down. 

"Sit. Down. Do not make me tell you again." His voice was stern. 

As she sat back down, Hans pulled her chair closer to his. A smirk was plastered across his face and a mischievous glint lingered in his eyes. Gently, he placed his large hand on her thigh, rubbing the inner part with his thumb. 

"I find you fun, liebling. You're very entertaining to watch."

Y/n squirmed in her seat, gripping the sides of it firmly. The feeling of his hand on her thigh drove her crazy in a way that made her feel dirty. Hans noticed this. 

"Do you know what Stockholm Syndrome is?" He questioned. 

She nodded. 

"I-Its when a hostage or a victim of kidnapping grows dependent on their kidnapper. Or form a bond." 

He nodded.

"Do you feel a bond with me, my dear? Are you dependent on me?" 

Y/n grimaced, shaking her head. Though, secretly, she was thinking about him in ways that she shouldn't speak out loud. Hans smirked, moving his hand up her thigh, thumb tracing her panty line. Her breath hitched and she let out a small yelp. 

"Say yes. Say yes and I'll make you feel the best you'll ever feel in your life." He said lowly, sincerity lined his tone. 

Somehow, y/n believed him. This man looked like he could fuck you for a day straight and not get tired or even break a sweat. He looked like a Greek god chiseled in marble, like a work of art. She thought about this for a moment, maybe, letting him have sex with her would guarantee that she would live. It was worth a shot. And, as a plus, she'd be getting amazing sex. 

She nodded slowly. Hans rolled his eyes and gripped her chin harshly. 

"Words. Use them while you still have the ability to make coherent sentences." He hinted at what was to come. 

"Yes." It came out like a gasp. 

Without another word, Hans grabbed the girl by the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on his lap. His raging hard-on was noticeable in this position, as y/n felt it poking underneath her skirt. Hans chuckled at her reaction, a gasp leaving her mouth. 

"Tell me, young lady, have you ever been fucked before?"

"Yes. Only once, but it wasn't that good.." She answered. 

Hans smirked, trailing his thumb up her thigh and planting his thumb over her clothes clit. Y/n moaned softly, gripping the sides of chair. 

"So, you're an innocent young lady who just chooses to dress like a whore? Why is that? Do you crave attention? Or, maybe you just enjoy it." 

His words caused her core to gush. She had never been talked to like this before, and she found it oddly hot. The way his rough hands against her skin felt, along with his rough words. It was a sinful combination. 

"Answer me." He growled, bringing his hand up to her throat. 

She coughed, clawing at his hand. 

"Y-Yes, I want the attention!" She sputtered. 

Releasing his grip from her throat, he gave her face a light slap. 

"Don't worry, you'll get lots of it. Let's just hope you can handle it."

In one swift movement, Hans stood up and placed y/n on the desk, pushing her skirt up slightly. He let out a low moan as he saw how soaked her panties were. With his left hand, he pushed her down so her back was on the desk and her legs were hanging off. Yanking her panties to the side, he licked his lips at the sight of her bare center. He roughly pressed his thumb against her clit. A shrill whimper left her throat and Hans took pleasure in the noise. 

"Who knew you Americans were so kinky? Finding the idea of being fucked by your kidnapper hot. Or, is that just your own twisted fantasy?" He mocked. 

As she was about to speak, he shoved two fingers inside her. He curled them as soon as he got knuckles deep. Her back arched and he used his left hand to slam her back down, groping her left breast. 

"I'm getting you nice and ready for me. If I didn't prepare you, then you would suffer greatly. And that wouldn't be fun for either of us-"

He leaned down to her ear, nibbling on her neck. 

"-because I love hearing you moan in pleasure."

Y/n, as if commanded, let out a pathetic moan. The feeling of his fingers inside of her flooding her mind with lust. She was lost in the sea, and only he could bring her back. 

"Fuck, yeah, just like that…"

Hastily, he started to undo his belt, holding it in his hands when he finished. He let his pants fall to the floor and grabbed her hips. Flipping her over, he forced her to lay on her stomach across the desk. Y/n's ass was on full display to him underneath her skirt. Out of nowhere, a sharp sting landed on her ass and she let out a groan in pain. 

"Oh, the dirty whore likes that too?" 

He landed another firm whack against her cheeks, which were surely red by now. Leaning down, he planted kisses on the bare skin, biting down on it too. 

"Fuck! H-Hans!" She moaned. 

The feeling of leather wrapped around her throat, and she suddenly felt herself being pulled back, her back arched. Hans had wrapped the belt around her neck, almost like a leash. It was humiliating to say the least, but that made it all the more hot. 

"You shall call me Mr. Gruber, is that clear? Do you call all of your superiors by their first name?" He asked. 

She scoffed. 

"You're not my superior."

Once again, she was flipped over. Now, she lay on her back, Hans hovering directly over her. His tie hung loose and his eyes were narrowed. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss against her lips. His tongue slid in her mouth, claiming it as his own. As they pulled apart, a string of saliva connected between them. 

"In this room, I am." 

Quickly, he clamped his hand down on her mouth as he roughly pushed himself inside her. Y/n's eyes widened and she clawed at his back. The feeling of being stretched out was so sudden and raw that she couldn't handle it. Angrily, Hans roughly pulled out and pushed all the way back in. 

"This suit is worth more than your education, I suggest you unhand it you filthy whore." He spat. 

Afraid to disobey, she did as she was told. Instead, she wrapped her hands around his neck. Smirking, Hans unbuttoned her shirt slowly while keeping himself still inside of her, taunting her. He was surprised to see she had no bra on. He bent down and licked a stripe from her navel all the way to her collarbone. Nipping at it gently, he whispered in her ear. 

"Now, let's see how much you can take."

Without another word, he began to fuck up into her at an animalistic speed. Moans tried to leave her throat, but she choked on her own words. Ecstasy and lust clouded her senses, and all she could think about was him. Him and his dick. Her walls clenched around him as he spit on her chest, as if he was telling her that she was disgusting for this. And, in a way, she was. But she didn't care. For this was the best sex she had ever had. Hans brought his hand down, prying her jaw open and shoved two fingers in her mouth. She began to suck on them, swirling her tongue around them. Hans moaned at the sight, his movements becoming more harsh. 

"So pathetic, letting me fuck you. I could kill you right now." He grinned, bringing his gun up and pushing it against her head. 

Y/n's heart raced, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She felt herself getting closer to her release, and she whimpered around his fingers, signaling this. Placing his gun down, he grabbed both of her hips and raised them slightly, giving him a better angle. Her hands dangled off the desk and flailed around aimlessly as he continued her merciless onslaught on her cunt. His head flew back as he felt himself get close. Quickly he pulled out and grabbed her hair, yanking her towards him. Without warning, he turned her around, so her head was hanging off the desk and shoved his dick deep down her throat. As he did this, he leaned over and continued to fuck her with his fingers. Not even a few seconds later, y/n felt her orgasm wash over her and she arched her back as her arousal coated Hans hand and arm. Seeing this sight pushed him to his limit, and his cum filled up y/n's mouth. Pulling out, he sat back in the chair, watching as y/n breathed heavily. Her mouth full of his cum, trickling down her face and onto the carpet, her tits perked up from the cold chill in the building, and her legs dripping with her own arousal. 

"Merry Christmas to me…" He chuckled to himself. 

"I've had better… Mr. Gruber.." she smirked, jokingly. 

"Oh? Then let's go for round two."

#writers #fanfic writer #hans gruber #die hard #alan rickman #smut

[momentsofhyuka]

make this feel like home

!!! tumblr mobile messed up the formatting of this version for me so please check the final work out HERE !!! ty &lt;3

summary:

Sure you and Yeonjun had always been sort of a package deal. You became friends at a young age, attended all the same schools, and now attended the same college. It had been great coming into college with a best friend already and you easily found a friend group you both got along with.

You never expected said friend group to insinuate that Yeonjun could possibly like you. It just didn’t make sense.

or: your classic oblivious childhood best friends to lovers

genre: childhood friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, oblivious, college

warnings: angst, curse words, crying, party setting, drinking, throwing up, misunderstandings

notes: first post kinda nervous … anyways hope at least one person enjoys this !! Let me know what you think <3

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Choi Yeonjun has always reminded you of home. Growing up as neighbors you had become fast friends, something that had never changed. Here you were years later, still best friends with him, as you both attended the latest party on campus.

You were never much of a partier, preferring to hang out with friends somewhere you could actually hold a conversation without screaming. Yeonjun on the other hand had quickly taken to the party scene your first year in college and still liked to go even now in your senior year.

The few parties you went to were after weeks of begging from Yeonjun to go with him. You don’t know why he even bothered to ask you so much, he knew you could never say no to him.

That’s how you found yourself crammed on a shitty couch with some of your friends, waiting for Yeonjun to come back with your drinks, on what could have been a peaceful Friday night spent catching up on your favorite show. You sighed trying to get a little more comfortable on the couch smiling back at Kai’s apologetic grimace.

“I would say i’m surprised you’re here, but Yeonjun has been looking forward to this party for way too long. I knew he’d convince you to come,” started Taehyun motioning towards you. The others murmured their agreements at the statement. Seems like the whole world knew just how wrapped around his finger Yeonjun has you.

“It’s easier to come to these things than to deal with his constant whining,” you attempted to defend yourself, not sure why you suddenly felt a little offended. They hadn’t really said anything that wasn’t true.

Sensing the change in your mood the others tried to steer the conversation away but Soobin didn’t get the hint.

“I mean let’s be honest, if you gave him a firm no he would cancel everything and go spend time with you anyways,” Soobin reasoned in an attempt to even out the statements from earlier.

You laughed, giving a small “Yeah right,” in response and were surprised to be met with dumbfounded stares. Suddenly they were all more engaged in this conversation than before.

“He’s not kidding. Yeonjun would literally do anything you asked it’s kind of funny to watch him following you around like a puppy,” continued Beomgyu, the rest of the guys all nodding in agreement.

“A love sick puppy,” added Kai, giggling into his cup. Taehyun roughly elbowed him hissing what sounded like a “shut up, idiot.”

You simply continued to stare at them in confusion.

Sure you and Yeonjun had always been sort of a package deal. You became friends at a young age, attended all the same schools, and now attended the same college. It had been great coming into college with a best friend already and you easily found a friend group you both got along with.

You never expected said friend group to insinuate that Yeonjun could possibly like you. It just didn’t make sense.

All your life it’s always been you and Yeonjun as the duo, one never really without the other. With this, however, always came the assumption that you had a major crush on Yeonjun or something. Some people had even gone as far as to insinuate that Yeonjun put up with you because he was nice or that he took pity on you. In most peoples heads, it was always you following the bright star that was Yeonjun who was always just slightly out of your orbit.

(Yeonjun and the guys were not big fans of these people, constantly defending you much to your embarassment.)

This is why the guys statements caught you so off guard. In your time as friends you had never heard the opposite. Yeonjun chasing after you? Yeonjun doing whatever you asked? Yeonjun having a crush on you?

It simply wasn’t conceivable. You knew you and Yeonjun were equals in the friendship despite what so many thought but you also knew it was never anything more than friendship.

Settled by this train of thought you decided that they had to be joking or trying to prank you, and gave another awkward laugh. “That’s funny. You always hear people saying I like him not the other way around. Good one guys,” you continued trying to show them that whatever it is they were trying to accomplish was not working.

You watched as they glanced at each other in disbelief. Scanning the room briefly and concluding that Yeonjun was still in the kitchen somewhere, Soobin risked continuing the conversation. “We really aren’t kidding. Look we probably shouldn’t be telling you this but it’s kind of tiring watching you both dance around the obvious feelings there,” he replied, no hint of humor on his face.

You sputtered a bit and tried to defend yourself against these claims. All the times anyone had ever even hinted at you liking Yeonjun had ended with the guys rushing to your defense, yet here they were saying the exact same thing. Not only that, but they were adding a new layer of Yeonjun liking you back.

“C’mon, you’re like one of the most perceptive people I know. I could’ve sworn you knew he liked you and just didn’t know what to do about it. He’s the oblivious one,” Taehyun cut your weak defense off with.

“Yeah, he’s always being dramatic wondering if ‘he’s fated to watch you end up with someone else and be stuck loving you forever’ or some sappy shit like that,” tacked on Beomgyu doing a poor impression of Yeonjuns voice.

“Love?!” you finally got out having been unable to even give a response through your sheer shock.

Beomgyu’s eyes widened in realization of what he said but before anyone could chime in and correct the situation Yeonjun finally came back, drinks in hand.

You felt yourself blushing and mentally cursed the guys for putting any of these thoughts into your head. You had come to terms a long, long time ago that you and Yeonjun would always be best friends. You were okay with that. You beat back any non-platonic feelings that had crept up and eventually got so good at it, that you didn’t even have to worry about liking him.

Because you totally didn’t. No way. Doesn’t matter what the guys say they’re definitely wrong.

Despite this you still found yourself thinking about what they had just said.

Aside from you, they did know Yeonjun best and if there’s something he wasn’t telling you, (like the fact he apparently is harboring a huge crush on you), he would definitely tell one if not all of them. You paused at this thought, suppressing a gasp.

What if they were really telling the truth?

You didn’t have anymore time to linger on this because Yeonjun was suddenly right in front of you, offering you the drink he had made for you (because he had your favorite drink memorized). Totally something best friends do. Right?

To say you were freaking out was an understatement, and you could tell the guys definitely knew by their guilty glances at you.

“Sorry I took so long! I ran into Wooyoung on the way there and we got caught up talking,” Yeonjun announced to the group, unaware of what had just happened.

You gave a weak thanks as you accepted the cup, suddenly hyper aware of all your interactions with him. Not to mention you now felt like you were being watched by the guys.

“So, what did I miss?” questioned Yeonjun causing Kai to give a nervous laugh and Beomgyu to respond with “Nothing!” too quickly.

Way to be subtle.

“Oh so I definitely missed something good. You’ll tell me right?” he teasingly answered, turning to face you with a questioning look. You locked eyes with Taehyun who’s face of horror was likely mirroring your own.

You bravely risked a glance up at Yeonjun noting that he had absolutely no worries that you’d ever not tell him what he missed. He trusted you.

(“He looovess you,” sing-songed your gremlin brain. Didn’t know we were in middle school.)

“Just the guys being stupid like always, nothing actually important,” you finally decided to respond with, surprised at how stable your voice sounded. You had always been comforted by Yeonjuns presence, it’s not very surprising you still would be even when he was currently the root of all your problems.

(“Because you’re in love with him,” that same annoying voice in your head supplied. It sounded suspiciously like Soobin.)

He simply nodded in response giving a small laugh, and you could see the others sighing in relief.

You expected it to be left at that. You would go back to pretending you didn’t like him (because you didn’t !!). You would also now pretend to not know he apparently likes you (because he definitely does not). The guys would grovel for forgiveness from you for the rest of your life. It was a simple plan really. Easy.

Apparently it was not that easy.

“Wait i’m like sooo invested in what you guys were saying,” slurred a voice to your left. The group turned in confusion to the girl standing near the couch, clearly well past her first drink. “So that guy that just came in that’s the one you guys said likes her back, right?,” she continued, pointing shakily at you, unaware of the panicked looks that had now overtaken everyone’s faces.

“So they’re in love and didn’t know or whatever. What happens next? I reallyyy want to know you guys are SO good at telling stories,” she pouted at the group. A stunned silence followed her words. Suddenly she gagged, eyes widening as she rushed over to the bathroom.

There went your plan, destroyed by a case of drinking and eavesdropping.

Frozen in your spot you struggled to figure out what to even do next. Yeonjun wasn’t stupid, there was no saying the girl was too drunk and didn’t know what she was saying, not with everyone’s immediate guilty reactions.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “So, anyone care to tell me what that was all about?” He definitely did not sound happy.

(“He totally sounded embarrassed though,” tried the little voice. Read the room.)

You had never been much of a crier but you suddenly found tears rolling down your face, feeling utterly helpless for once.

You couldn’t believe this is how your friendship with Yeonjun would end.

Suddenly too overwhelmed to continue experiencing this you frantically stood up, desperately wiping your tears away to try and preserve some of your dignity.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Yeonjun called but it was too late you had already taken off, weaving through the crowd to the exit.

You were pretty sure you didn’t have to worry about anyone following you either. Not after that.

You were almost at the door when you felt someone grab your wrist. Stupidly, you let yourself be filled with hope that it was Yeonjun and you had been wrong about him not following you.

It wasn’t. It was the same girl from earlier. She looked worse for wear, having clearly thrown up. “Hey, you have to let me know how that story finishes. I’m rooting for you guys,” she said, not noticing your disheveled state. You laughed weakly and pulled out of her grasp continuing in your earlier path out of here.

You stumbled into the street, jogging in the direction you think your dorm was in. Yeonjun had brought you to the party, and you hadn’t really thought to pay attention to the directions. Tonight wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and looked back to see Yeonjun sprinting towards you. He didn’t look particularly happy or “in love” right now. He honestly looked pretty pissed off.

You guessed this was it. He finally came to his senses after all that and was here to tell you to leave him alone, to forget you were ever friends. You still couldn’t find it in yourself to truly be mad at or blame the guys. They thought they were helping. You could see them running after Yeonjun but while he continued his journey towards you they lingered by the doorway, uneasy looks on their faces.

You hoped he didn’t take this out on them. They were still good friends for him all things considered.

Finally reaching you on the sidewalk, Yeonjun paused to catch his breath and you tried your best to mentally prepare for what he was going to say. Not that you were doing that good of a job, if anything your earlier tears had practically become full on sobs.

“You scared the shit out of me,” started Yeonjun, causing you to look up at him in confusion. “Don’t ever run away like that again please. I know i’m a dancer and all but I am not about to take up running anytime soon,” he wheezed a bit, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You laughed through your tears unsure what you were even supposed to be feeling right now.

“Sorry I was a bit late running after you, I needed to confirm with the guys that I heard that girl right before I made a complete idiot of myself in front of you,” he continued, suddenly seeming more shy and awkward. All you could do was blink up at him.

“I mean I did hear her right according to them. She did say ‘likes her back’ because you like me too right? The guys weren’t messing around with me?” his voice was now shaky and a little desperate as he stared into your glassy eyes.

“What?” was all you could manage in response, not quite sure what exactly was happening right now.

This was apparently not the correct response because it looked like a light suddenly went out in him. His shoulder slumped immediately and he began to backtrack on what he had said.

You cut him off trying to get some clarity on the situation, “Hold on, so you don’t hate me and want to end our friendship right now?”

The look he gave you in response honestly made you feel kind of embarrassed for even asking that.

“What!?! Hate you? I think i’m incapable of hating you. No, I am not about to end our friendship. I’m here wondering if we’ve been in love with each other for our whole lives and have been too stupid and scared to realize or act on it!” he let out, emotions clearly getting to him as his eyes began to water as well.

You gasped and decided to buy time to respond by flinging yourself into his arms. He held you tight immediately, burying his face into your hair. Finally gathering your thoughts, you began to answer him.

“I do love you. I always have. I-I never knew what to do with it, never knew if I could give all that love to you, so I just pretended it wasn’t there. I was happy just to have you in my life I didn’t care how,” you admitted into the safety of his jacket, burning face buried away from his curious eyes.

He pulled back, tilting your chin up, removing you from your hiding spot. He was now crying as well which only served to make you start crying even harder. You were never good at seeing him cry.

“I’m so in love with you it physically hurts. I always thought I would be forever stuck on loving you from a distance but never having you. Now that I know being yours is an option I’m never letting go,” he fiercely responded, shaking you slightly. Cupping his face you let yourself do the one thing you’ve always wanted to. You kissed him.

Cupping his face you let yourself do the one thing you’ve always wanted to. You kissed him. He tasted like home.

Loud cheers suddenly interrupted the moment and you both pulled away startled. The guys were cheering you on. You laughed and buried yourself back into Yeonjuns arms. His embrace felt like home.

Loud cheers interrupted the moment and you both pulled away startled. The guys, who had watched the whole thing unfold, were cheering you on. You laughed burying yourself back into Yeonjuns arms. His embrace felt like home.

Suddenly shy, you buried yourself back into Yeonjuns embrace, laughing.

Loud cheers interrupted the moment and you both pulled away startled. The guys, who had watched the whole thing unfold, were cheering you on. You laughed suddenly shy and buried yourself back in Yeonjuns arms. His embrace felt like home.

Loud cheers interrupted the moment and you both pulled away startled. The guys, who had watched the whole thing unfold, were cheering you on. You laughed suddenly shy, and buried yourself into Yeonjuns arms again. He felt like home.

He held you close. His embrace felt like love and home.

He held you close. His embrace felt like love and home.

Cupping his face you let yourself do the one thing you’ve always wanted to. You kissed him.

Loud cheers interrupted the moment and you both pulled away startled. The guys, who had watched this all unfold, were cheering you on. You laughed, suddenly shy, and buried yourself back into Yeonjuns arms.

Also laughing, he held you tight. His embrace felt like love and home.

Cupping his face and you allowed yourself to do the one thing you’ve always wanted to do. You kissed him.

Also laughing, he held you close. His embrace felt like love and home.

Loud cheers interrupted the moment, startling the both of you. You both pulled away and looked at the source of the noise to find it was none other than the guys who had watched the whole thing unfold. Suddenly shy you buried yourself back into Yeonjuns arms, laughing.

He was laughing too, but he made sure to hold you tight. His embrace feeling like love and home all at once.

#choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun x you #choi yeonjun x y/n #choi yeonjun #txt x reader #txt #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun fanfic #txt fanfic #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #huening kai #txt fic #tomorrow x together fic #angst #childhood friends to lovers #college au #tubatu

[historical-fashion-polls]

Just curious, but do you have a reason for preferring fashion plates to photos of extant garments or paintings of people wearing the clothes? I saw your explanation for preferring not to use medieval illustrations of clothes since they don't likely provide an accurate representation of the clothes or enough detail, but I would think most portraiture (so long as enough of the clothing is in view, at least) from sort of the 1500s and on (minus the impressionists and cubists or whatever else) wouldn't have those issues. And then extant clothes are a really great way to see a lot of (especially 1700s) stuff. I get how fashion plates serve a different purpose of highlighting the styles and the clothing in a way that portraits often aren't aiming to do and extants are generally That Thing That One Person Wore That Time(s) rather than a representation of something stylish but they still show something that was a fashion at the time and we can still judge which of two options we'd rather wear and I think for most people voting that's the fun. But it's your blog, run things however you would prefer ofc!!!

hi dear anon!

thanks so much for this great question! you bring up a lot of good points, and I'm absolutely not completely opposed to expanding to other depictions of fashion, but here (below the cut) I've highlighted some of my main thoughts on why I haven't done so quite yet ☺️ I hope this makes sense, and if you have other thoughts or work-arounds to these issues, please do let me know - I truly am open to ideas and feedback! 🥰 and of course, feel free to send in another ask if you have other questions, comments, etc.! 💕💕

part of my hesitation with using photos of extant garments is simply the difficulty of representing a three dimensional object in the 2-d format of a photograph. while I completely understand that that's what fashion plates are doing already, they are drawn in a way to emphasize the garment in a 2-d form, since that's how viewers are expected to see them. however, extant garments (when displayed in museum collections or similar environments) tend to assume an in-person audience, and therefore gear the presentation of the garment to someone who is physically moving through the space of that exhibit. as a result, I find that photographs of extant garments, while they can be helpful resources, aren't great at truly capturing the full impact of the object. in addition, the photographs are of such varying quality, and - especially if taken through glass vitrines or another form of display apparatus - tend to distort details, particularly patterns or other smaller decorative elements

as to portraiture, I actually had played around with the idea of including some paintings in order to do polls for older garments, and I actually still might at some point. I guess my thoughts on that essentially come back to the idea that for the most part, depicting the sitter was more important than creating an accurate representation of period styles. and here too we run into the issue of highly variable quality in the depiction of textiles and garments in general. again though, I may still include portraiture at some point depending on what the demand is for seeing styles that might be more well-represented in portrait painting

I also should note that on a more practical front, it's just a bit overwhelming 😅. as I mentioned briefly in another post, I'm the sole person running this blog, and limiting myself to fashion plates and other mass-produced fashion illustrations sets clear boundaries and allows me to have a more manageable number of search terms to use. if I expanded outward to any depiction of fashion/garments, the sheer volume of media I would need to wade through to pull a poll together would honestly get a little debilitating to me. whether it's the academic in me or whether its the autism (or honestly probably both lmao) I would feel the need to research everything absolutely to death to make sure that the representation I'm using is an accurate depiction of that period's style. at least by starting with fashion plates, I understand the "rules" of how they work and can be fairly certain that they are relatively accurate depictions of period fashion, since they were intended to sell those styles to consumers

whew! if you made it this far, thanks so much for reading until the end! ☺️

again, thank you for this lovely question, and I do hope this made at least a little sense 😅 I'm always open to hearing your ideas and feedback, so feel free to reach out again if you feel inclined! 🥰

I hope you have a fantastic day!! 💕💖

#the curator speaks #curatorial updates #curatorial correspondences

[genericpuff]

I really can't wait to see how you write Demeter! Is she going to be the villain?

yaay it's a good day for asks! sorry because I'm about to go on ANOTHER HUGE TANGENT LMAO but I hope it answers your question thoroughly enough ! 😅 (and if it doesn't at all lmk LOL) Demeter's gonna be an interesting one. I think you already know the answer to this, but I really can't stand how she's villainized like some Mother Gothel archetype, especially when it comes to how Rachel portrays it, because everything Demeter thinks/does/says is honestly justified, try as Rachel might to make her seem like some insane overbearing 'evil' stepmother. Everything always comes back to "Demeter bad!" whereas reading her depiction of Persephone is like watching The Little Mermaid as an adult.

(it's very frustrating, to say the least LMAO)

Personally I'm gonna be going for what LO started with, but never followed up on - Demeter wants to see her daughter gain independence, but is fearful of her being taken advantage of and hurt the same way she, her "sisters", and her "mother" was (and yes, I have my own way of tackling the incest and familial labels in a way Rachel could have but didn't, I don't wanna reveal too much but it's very fun and I can't wait to explore it haha). All this is gonna affect how her relationship with her daughter plays out - it won't be exactly like the Hymn of Demeter, focusing solely on Demeter's grief, but it won't be exactly like LO either where it throws aside the purpose and messaging of the original myth entirely. All the gods are nuanced and morally problematic in their own way, and that includes Persephone and Hades.

Honestly, I think the reason why so many myth 'retellings' like LO end up being this Flanderized in their characterizations ("Demeter bad, Persephone good!" and "Zeus bad husband, Hades perfect husband!") is because there's so little material surrounding Persephone and Hades compared to all the others. While this can make it fun for having more freedom in re-interpretations, it unfortunately has the opposite effect as well where people tend to forgo the entire point of the original story so they can have some feel good cute story where Hades was some "soft" husband who did nothing wrong and Persephone was some "boss babe" icon with no nuance in between.

I see this type of fetishization of the original myth in a lot of these interpretations but especially Rachel's work. I'm not sure if "fandomification" is a word that can be used here, but I definitely get the feeling Rachel idolizes and fetishizes Greek myth the same way a lot of young Westerners often idolize and fetishize Japanese lore and content, or, more personally, Indigenous cultures (as I myself am Indigenous, specifically Mi'kmaq) - by reducing it down to its most "consumable" formats and turning it into something more 'palatable' and 'fandom-y' for modern audiences that almost comes across as pandering and demeaning to anyone looking for anything with more depth than a teaspoon (and especially to those who belong to the respective cultures being portrayed through this lens).

This isn't to say that creators have to stick to their lane when writing about other cultures or myths, but you can tell when someone hasn't done their research and is working from a very romanticized template they've built up in their heads. Rachel's, in this case, feels like it's definitely come from her time on Tumblr back in the day, when Hades x Persephone writing prompts were all the rage and people were coming up with all sorts of feel good AU content. The thing with AU prompts like that though is they're just that - prompts, memes, mere thought experiments or hypotheticals, not something that can necessarily work as an actual serious long form story unless you know what you're doing. I think creators who want to go so far as to 're-interpret' these stories through their own lens have a huge responsibility to still recognize and treat the original source material with some semblance of respect. In this regard, LO in its current state really should have stayed as a slice-of-life type series if it wanted to keep things light.

And I'm saying this entirely as someone who grew up on weeb content in the freaking West and got more into Greek myth because of LO. That's why I don't entirely chastise it, fandom-y type stories like LO can definitely help introduce people to cultures and stories they wouldn't have batted an eye at before (as I've started to detest LO over the last year, it's made for even better learning because I've had to research the original myths just to see how Rachel is misfiring on them entirely LMAO) but there comes the added responsibility of making sure you're not erasing or reducing the original material in favor of the silly cutesy stuff. It's an entry point, not the entire course! And that's a responsibility that falls both on the audience and the content's creator, IMO.

Yay, more text dumps! Sorry if a lot of that seems weirdly gatekeepy, it's def not what I'm trying to get across, just trying to voice my own frustrations with the depiction of LO's characters as best I can, I feel like a lot of it comes down to Rachel just not having done proper research and relying solely on tropes and self-fulfilling fantasies. If LO stayed as a slice-of-life thing that would have been fine, there's definitely a place for that sort of feel-good goofy storytelling, but by trying to be super ultra serious, it's tripped over its own feet because that's just not what Rachel is capable of depicting at this moment. She's trying to write a super serious story, but doesn't come across as if she actually takes it seriously by extension and it shows.

TL ; DR: Basically, we're gonna actually hone in on Demeter's trauma from the Titanomachy and how it affects her parenting style and 'controlling' tendencies, not only of Persephone, but of the community of nymphs she's fostered over the years. It's not about whether Demeter is the hero or the villain, because that would be missing the point entirely - it's about her role and experiences as a mother and leader of her community, a woman in a struggling position of power among a patriarchal system, and a mother who lost her child to that same patriarchal system, whether by choice or through forced marriage. No matter how one wishes to tell it, whether it's in tragedy or celebration, you can't have the story of Persephone and Hades without Demeter. That is the core of what I want to focus on and bring back to the retellings of Hades and Persephone.

#keep the questions coming yo #i love answering these #lore olympus critical #lo critical #unpopularloreolympus #ask me anything #ama

[thtdamfangirl4]

I feel the same way you did about the movie. I was eating up the promo, I lost sleep last night because I was so excited, and I was happy while watching it (I cried several times) but by the time the credits started to roll i just started seeing all of it's flaws and I just got so sad. I've been a fan of this book for the last 2 years. This book is so important to me in so many ways and I'm so sad that the movie didn't make me feel the same way the book did. I think it was because they advertised it to be heavily inspired by the book when it really wasn't. I know I'll rewatch it a few more times but it just feels bland and empty and I'm lowkey angry bc i do see Taylor and Nick as Alex and Henry and I ADORED Zahra but I could honestly go so far to say that I hate it and I'm angry that I feel that way. I don't want to be the person that goes "the book is better 🤓👆" because i know that people outside the book fandom are going to eat it up but it is and i feel betrayed bc they kept saying it was for us but it just doesn't feel like it (sorry for this long ass message literally no one else in my life cares about this story bsbsjsgsj)

Don’t apologize because I DO CARE about this story more than anything else and I agree! Personally, I was stop and start throughout the movie, I’d love a scene because it captured Alex and Henry, and then I’d hate the next because it bore no resemblance to something I loved. The moments when it was good, it was GOOD, but to me that almost just highlights the flaws because you know they were capable of executing this story well and there were moments when the script and direction just flat out chose to do otherwise.

Like, they did the texts and phone calls so well and then ignored the emails almost entirely??? Your format was RIGHT THERE.

They allowed Alex and Henry and Ellen and Zahra to embody their characters, but Nora, Pez, and Bea had no smidgen of their personalities? No fault to the actors, but where were the characters I fell in love with? Nora is a human supercomputer and she’s queer and proud. Pez is flashy and absurd and Henry’s best friend and I think I heard him speak MAXIMUM two lines??? Bea was the perfect princess younger sister and I HATED IT.

Thinking on it, I cry at least like 8 times each time I reread (which has been countless times), and while I found myself in tears last night watching the movie, it was rarely for any of the reasons I might have thought. I think this first watch served as an immunization of sorts, and hopefully the next time I watch it I can immerse myself into it more fully rather than feeling like my watch is taken up by Noticing.

Anyway; i agree with you completely and I’m glad you’re getting to share your feelings. This story was and IS so so SO important to me, and I’m sad that it isn’t shown on the screen. There’s too much gone. And I don’t get WHY. I don’t get how anyone could look at that book and think they could do it justice in 2 hours. I don’t get why you take source material you love enough to adapt it and then pick out only certain parts like you’re a picky eater at a buffet.

I especially don’t get why you would treat so much of this story with care and love and discard the rest. The entire team of people who worked on this film had it in them, and just were only given the freedom to give it their all for a fraction of the total story.

Now this is long, too, sorry.

I hope we both grow into enjoying it as a separate entity, but until then, I think it’s okay to feel our feelings in a respectful manner.

#rwrb #prince henry of wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex and henry #rwrb spoilers #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue spoilers #rwrb movie

[rainparadefromhell]

My thoughts on season 3 of Never Have I Ever

SPOILERS AHEAD !

* author's note : it's long what can you do, i have an obsessive personality

• Things I disliked in no particular order

1. The pacing of this season.

The pacing of this season

The pacing-

I don't know what happened this season but it felt like someone pushed my head into a blender. Many things were so glossed over, I was actually baffled. People kept getting into relationships and breaking up like it was nothing and all sense of direction was lost. Everything felt like a fever dream. Ben and Aneesa break up. She cries one time, kisses Fabiola and now they are in a relationship only for that to not work out and Fabiola gets into another relationship (at this point i forgot Eve existed). No one reacts to anything, things just happen so there is no chance for the viewers to get attached to any new storylines/couples. Just borderline bad writing in terms of pacing.

2. What they've done to Aneesa's character

At the end of the show, the person I felt bad for the most was Aneesa. The writers just would not give her a chance. She wasn't a real character. She barely had any personality beyond being a plot device for multiple characters and getting into meaningless relationships every 5 minutes (the show does have a problem with doing this to all characters tbh). I wanted to know Aneesa better (I hoped for a pov episode) but all I've got was her getting left for another person in not one but TWO relationships? And they made her kinda not even care about it. It just wasn't realistic and I hated it.

3. Des.

Listen, I don't have anything against his character. Because his character doesn't exist. Des got, as well as all the new characters - Aneesa'd. His sole purpose was to give Devi an Indian boyfriend (which is fine). But he was just so.....unnecessary?? I'm sorry but while watching every scene him and Devi shared, I was begging for literally any other character to show up. Same with his two friends (extras) that had about two lines each. His and Devi's relationship, in my opinion would've been just fine as a fling not a real relationship. And it lasted SO. FUCKING. LONG. Why, just why were they wasting time (that could have been given to flesh out old characters) on something everyone and their mother KNEW wouldn't work out or have any meaningful addition to the show. Other things got sidelined, that's why I hated this storyline.

4. And save the worst for last. All of Devi's romantic relationships in s3

Oh God, here we go.

I understand that Devi is a teen girl that just wants to date boys, have fun, be in love. I really do. But as writers, it is the nhie showrunners' job to make this enjoyable for the viewers. And it worked, the past 2 seasons it really did. Team Paxton, team Ben, team Devi.... We've all had something to enjoy. So throwing in another boy - no, two actually (the guitar player she kissed isn't a big part of the show so I don't really care) made me so angry. They've disturbed a sort of a balance between silly/fun the show had with like 3 or 4 love interests all in your face at the same time so they all started to look kinda.... unimportant (except for Ben, but I am biased lol). It looked painfully unrealistic as well.

The show yet again suffered because of its format. you simply can't throw in a bunch of characters in a 30 minute, 10 episode long comedy show and just hope for the best. It felt messy, rushed and fleeting. Like there was no room to breathe, I felt so anxious watching the middle part of the show.

• Things I did like in no particular order

1. The adults' storylines

I found them much more tolerable and cohesive. I am a Nalini stan first and a human second. I just love her. I love watching Poorna be so brilliant in this role. I was thrilled they gave her a friend and quite sad that friend was taken away later on but oh well. Also, possibly my favorite moment in the show was this quote from Nalini : "You are never too much and always enough." This show was the first time I've truly seen my relationship with my own mother represented in a way that isn't black or white and just simple or complicated. For me this scene meant a lot - showing that no matter what may happen, Nalini will always love and support her daughter.

I also liked Kamala's storyline. Tbh I didn't like Prashant all that much. He felt like a more mature Paxton. I'm glad Kamala didn't rush into marriage, especially if it's something she does not want. I really liked the relationship between Kamala and Mr. Kulkarni, I just wish we saw more of them.

2. Trent and Eleanor ??

I totally predicted this!! I said they will be that odd couple that somehow works very well and I was right. They were really entertaining and I'm so glad we get to see more of them.

3. Trent and Paxton ??

I adored Paxton and Trent's friendship. You can tell they love each other in their weird ways. This totally made me like the characters more and I love love LOVE seeing healthy male friendships in media.

4. Paxton

And everybody gasped. (Hell, I gasped, too). Here it comes Paxton/Daxton stans....

I did really like Paxton this season. And he had his moments last season as well, I'll admit that. Is he my favorite character in the show? No. Do I still think he's kinda boring and overrated? Yes. But I did like him. My favorite Paxton moment this season was in the hospital with Ben (as well as his friendship with Ben as a whole). Not only was it very kind of him to stay with Ben and make him feel better, I also loved him admiting he doesn't really know who he is. How incredibly honest of him. I liked that he apologized to all the girls he hurt and that he was friends with Haley again. I also loved him telling Devi she can't love anyone until she loves herself (someone's been reading my posts 👀). He finally started to care about things (school) and even if his storyline is a simple one, it worked. I'm glad he grew as a person. For me, Paxton finally  became a full-fledged character with a unique storyline. It took only 3 seasons but we got there.

5. Benjamin Gross

I could write novels about Ben Gross. I could write about him until my hands hurt and then some more. He is easily one of my, if not my favorite fictional character of all time. He is one of the few characters that, in my opinion, isn't written in an episodic way. Jaren Lewison has this great ability to carry all of Ben's emotions in his pocket and whip out what he needs in a scene with such ease. The character doesn't forget his lessons, he remembers his past feelings and what they taught him which makes him develop and make progress so naturally within the show. Ben Gross isn't just a douche at the beginning of season 1 and a nice guy at the end of season 3. You can see all of his flaws as well as how caring and emotionally intelligent he is at the same time throughout the entire show. I'm so happy he learned to relax and not care as much about grades.

This kinda falls under Ben, but just 3x06 being the best episode (with the finale) for me. I don't know what kind of crack Mindy Kaling puts in the Ben episodes but she gets is right every damn time. Those 4 words being "I'm proud of you" from his dad made me so emotional. I wouldn't want them to be anything or for anyone else. Also I fucking loved Ben being into drawing?? We need more of that.

6. Devi Vishwakumar

My girl. I really liked Devi this season. I loved how they showed she's still grieving. Maitreyi's performance in the scene when Paxton tells her she doesn't love herself yet was so heartbreakingly beautiful. She knew he was right. Also can we talk about the best version of Devi aka post time jump Devi??? I love that girl! You can really tell she matured quite a bit. She's not as hot headed anymore. The only "bad" thing she did was throwing that book or whatever it was in the trash and honestly...? I didn't see how that was such a big deal at all. And the other team kinda cheated, too. Who cares? They're not in a courtroom. I really hope that in season 4 we see her growing even more.

7. The whole gang

One thing I also liked was that everyone was friends with everyone this season. We saw the Paxton-Trent-Eleanor group, Paxton and Ben's friendship, Paxton and Fabiola, Ben-Devi-Fabiola and so on.... I reallllly liked the different dynamics.

8. Ben & Devi

And finally - this is what (some of) you have been waiting for. As you can see the pacing and new characters really messed with how much I loved (or rather didn't) this season. But honestly, now that I had time to think about it, the character development and just the finale really saved the whole season for me. And yes, this includes Ben and Devi. This season we've seen Ben and Devi be mostly, friends. They didn't share many moments until the last few episodes which did frustrate me but that is exactly what made all of them feel so special later on. It was important for them to not spend as much time together then slowly be close friends for the finale we got. I really wasn't expecting it. For all my criticisms about the writing not being the best in some aspects of the show, the writers did such a good job with their storyline and it's safe to say that s3 is my favorite when it comes to them.

Last season we've only seen hints of them pining for each other. This season they were much more honest and comfortable with each other. I cannot stop thinking about how perfectly their little romance was sprinkled over the seasons, with season one's introduction and teasing of their feelings, season two's big conflict and hurt and finally season three's rekindling of feelings and big realizations. None of their storyline felt like sudden big explosions (like with Paxton), just a natural evolution of caring for each other. A sign that it wasn't just a crush (quick and overwhelming) but a first love kind of a situation. Realistic, messy, beautiful, simple. There isn't a doubt in my mind that these two will end up together in some way at the end of season 4. Truly one of my favorite on screen couples all thanks to the brilliant and talented Jaren and Maitreyi.

Overall, I still think the show's best season is season 1. It was almost perfectly set up. However, in terms of characters and our main couple, I have to say season 3 feels the most open, vulnerable and grown up. The last episode felt super special and teased season 4 in which we will see the gang prepare for college. I have huge expectations for season 4 and I really think it could be one of the best ones (best one?), but who knows...

Maybe I'm just a sucker for closures.

Also, I can't believe the finale??? Like they were evil evil for that one, not letting us see what happens! On the other hand I can't be mad bc as a writer that is such a me thing to do. Like, I can totally see myself be that much of an asshole and sadist so I kinda get it. Idk what I will do until s4.

#never have i ever season 3 #never have i ever #nhie #nhie spoilers #never have i ever netflix #devi vishwakumar #nalini vishwakumar #kamala nandiwadal #ben gross #fabiola torres #eleanor wong #paxton hall yoshida #trent harrison #aneesa qureshi #des nhie #benvi #can't believe i've been with this show for almost 3 years #i criticize it a lot but it really is very special to me and i do love it a lot #will be so sad when it's all over

[countlessrealities]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:  Scotty

PRONOUNS: They / Them

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus 

TAKEN OR SINGLE:  Taken 😎

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

I'm a huge cat person. I currently have only one cat, Ra, who is a lot of trouble, but I love him to bits anyway 🖤 I'm also hoping to be able to start volunteering at one of the local cat shelters soon!

I've recently graduated from uni and started to work, and this is what I've discovered so far: I think I'm pretty decent at my chosen job, I fucking hate bureaucracy more than I thought it was possible, and I really need a proper day off.

I did my thesis in jail (as in I had an internship there to collect the data to write it xD)

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr, Discord, Kik (formerly), Quotev (formerly)

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I'm very partial to plotting. I like creating long-term storylines, dynamics and arcs / verses. It's important for me to plot at least the general idea for first interactions especially, because it helps me getting an idea of what the other person is looking for.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: No preference. I write characters who entice me for their personalities and histories, their gender (or lack of) is irrelevant to me

MULTI OR SINGLE: Definitely multi-muse. I've tried all the possible formats during my time on Tumblr and I find that having a multi-muse is the one that works best for me. It allows me to focus on my main interests as they come and go without hopping blogs or neglecting certain RP partners in favour of others. Plus, I enjoy the variety, so this way I can always have something to write even if I have no inspiration for that one specific muse.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S):  I don't have one? 🤔 If the muse has a canon FC, I tend to stick to it. Otherwise I either don't bother with finding one or pick it basing myself on physical resemblance. Tbh, I'm so very NOT up-to-date with what this or that celebrity / writer / whatnot does, so I have no idea of who the "problematic FCs" are supposed to be.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: I enjoy fluff...with some moderation. It's usually my go-to, together with crack, when I'm brain-dead or want to write but don't have enough inspiration to come up with something juicy. Though, since very few of my muses can do unprompted fluff, I usually need to have an already established dynamic of sorts to be able to write it.

ANGST:  Angst is definitely my favourite thing to write among these three and one of my faves in general too!

SMUT: I'm not a huge fan of smut and I never write it for the sake of it. Sex scenes have to be part either of a bigger, structured plot or of a well-developed dynamic. Also, they need to add something either to the characters' relationship or to the story. I'm also very selective with the people I agree to write smut with, because I'm very picky about how it's written. I tend to get bored with it real quickly if it doesn't meet my criteria xD

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#[ ooc :: mun scotty on comm ] #[ ooc :: about the mun ] #[ ooc :: dash games ] #[[ Late Munday !! ]]

[dxnse-macabre]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME

NAME — angie! PRONOUNS — she/her SEXUALITY — bisexual c: SINGLE / TAKEN — taken

THREE FACTS

— i used to be a fanfic writer that wrote primarily on w.attp.ad. one of my works got A LOT of hits after i stopped writing,,, i mean like 350k views last time i checked. my goal back then was to hit 1 mil but ofc i don't have the time now — i'm also a published author but only for like one book — i have a pet cat that was given to me when i was in middle school. i actually have... no idea how old she was when we got her. i still don't know how old she is. but she still looks & acts young,,, she also acts so sophisticated/stuck up so i've been convinced that she's an immortal being that is just here for the free snacks and a nice home

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG — i've been writing ever since i was in middle school (6-7th grade) but that was for fanfiction. i joined my first ever tumblr rp community i wanna say like... freshman/sophomore year of high school? it helped me get through a lot of rough times as it was like a form of escapism for me. i believe the first community i joined was the d.etroit b.ecome h.uman rpc. i stayed in that for a FAT minute before i was into the o.verwatch rpc and then the d.ragon a.ge rpc. if you wanna check out my really old blogs (they aren't active anymore, but i kept them up so i can look at them here and there) here they are: @ask-the-rk900 , @fen-dwxller, @bxckle-up @luridhearted @scxrred-prince (luridhearted was an attempt at a multimuse HAH) WHAT PLATFORMS — primarily tumblr, before i shifted over to discord for a couple years as i only had time to rp with like one person. afterwards, i ended up coming back to tumblr. if you're talking about now, i only rp on tumblr because i have too much fun with formatting my posts BEST EXPERIENCE — i had an rp partner that was like my bestie throughout my highschool years. we had our own ocs and they were always sad and depressed because we were too LMAO. but during that time, i absolutely LOVED our rps and our own characters. we drifted apart because of our own differences, but i hope they're doing okay now. they still influence me heavy to this day, and every now and then i look back at our stories that we made together. always missing you, ash.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE — i've never really written female muses, unless they are older..(?) an example of this is a.na a.mari from o.verwatch. i've always loved writing male muses. a niche that i'd like to say that i'm particularly good at is the closeted bisexual that always believed they were straight and is in constant denial. oh, and rockerboy. i take a lot of inspiration from a fanfic for that sort of portrayal and it's so heavily ingrained in my brain. astarion is so not that but it's a nice change of pace. his rockstar AU helps me go back to my roots though. FLUFF , ANGST OR SMUT — i LOVE angst. angst is my go-to thing-- i feel like i'm some kind of sadist that loves seeing my muse get hurt????? is there something wrong with me???????? an example of this is fluff masking the angst underneath. ORRRR smut masking the angst underneath. it's been years since i've written anything remotely smutty and i have no idea if i can still write it hahaha PLOTS OR MEMES — i prefer a little bit of both. send in a meme, maybe even plot about how to go about it? or vice versa. those are SO yummy LONG OR SHORT REPLIES — depends on the mood of the day. most of the time i love making long replies because the muse tends to get carried away (he's very talkative, as you all know) but i know that a lot of gems come from short little banter-like threads so i love those too! BEST TIME TO WRITE — whenever the muse lets me. sometimes astarion gives a little pouty face and tells me he's too tired and doesn't wanna interact. sometimes astarion is bursting with energy cause he needs someone to fuck around with. sometimes... astarion is full of himself and wants to stare at pictures of himself. the muse wants what the muse wants, and if i force it, it's the first step to losing my muse ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) — on a trauma level, me && astarion are very similar. both of us felt like we needed to overly-sexualize ourselves to people who we deemed worthy of protecting us, so there is a sense of performance that we need to bring to every relationship. it's hard for the both of us to take off that mask since it's so second nature to us. i haven't been physically scarred by another person like astarion has, but i do have my own scars for other reasons. to me, astarion is essentially an embodiment of my past trauma that i can express in a healthy way. i guess that's why i've stuck with him longer than i have with any other muse---because of how familiar he is. (also, back with my rp partner i had on discord, neil was their faceclaim as well so that's a double whammy)

TAGGED BY: @wildskissed TAGGING: @crimesought @shdwtouch @crownshattered @stilettobite + anyone else that wants to do this!!!

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[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #24

Hello all! So, please be patient with me, I have a little bit to say before we get to the actual story. I’ve got another one for the domaystic2022 prompt list. I’m determined to finish before the end of the year. 

I’ve decided to go back and add the number in the title of these posts so people can tell which ones they’ve read or not. I hope that helps @shikonstar I can totally understand why it would be frustrating. (I’ve been loving reading your tags by the way; makes my day 😁) (as does the tags and comments from all of you❤️ I totally haven’t expected the warm reaction these shorts have received.)

Once I finish with this challenge, I’m going to split the entire story up by fandom on AO3, but I wanted to wait until I reach the finish line. I hope you all understand; my neurotic brain won’t let me change up the formatting of each chapter in the same collection too much before I reach that goal. It would drive me insane and completely derail me.  

Anyway...I hope you all enjoy my first story about human Inuyasha. I hope to delve a little deeper into this in my longer story but here’s a taste. I won’t deny that hanyou Inuyasha is my favorite, but I love the idea of him being a little more emotional and irrational on his human nights. There’s a bit of role reversal in this story. Inuyasha gets into some trouble and Kagome comes to the rescue.  

I quoted the song that this story is based on in this fic because it just felt so apt for the moment. If I had a Spotify, I would add the actual song at the bottom but I still haven’t signed up for it. If you’re interested, go listen to No Other Way by Jack Johnson wherever you get your music. It is a really tender and bittersweet sort of love song, very relevant to the joys and struggles of an every day life shared with another person and a love that endures all of them. 

Okay...that’s enough rambling from me.  I hope you enjoy the story. It is non-explicit, sfw.   

Day 24: alt. What’s that burning smell?

Fandom: Inuyasha; modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: G

AO3

Resolve is Just a Concept That's as Dead as the Leaves

Kagome hurried home and glanced up at a dark moonless sky, trying to shake off the lingering frustration from her work day. When she had taken the part-time position at the student library, she had never expected to be so labor intensive. Nor had she expected to get home this late. She looked at her watch; it was nearly nine. Good thing she had remembered to text Inuyasha and tell him she would be running late. She could just imagine the amount of grief he would have given her if he had waited at her bus stop that long.  

Her pace quickened as she approached their building and hit the button for their apartment, hoping Inuyasha would buzz her in. Nothing happened… 

Kagome frowned; he had to be home. He hated leaving the apartment on his human nights.  She pressed the button again, holding it down for a little longer. When she was answered with silence, she dug into her purse, searching for her keys in the bottomless pit. Groaning when she couldn’t find them, Kagome pulled the bag in front of her and held it open under the muted light. There at the very bottom her keys shined back to her; illusive little jerks. She yanked them out and waved the key fob over the lock, pushing through the door.  

Kagome headed toward the stairs, bypassing the mailboxes. She could check it later. Right now, she was a little more concerned about why Inuyasha had gone suspiciously silent. That was never a good indication; either something had gone horribly wrong or…he was sulking.  

She couldn’t really blame him for being so morose on the nights that he was human. In her mind–and only in her mind–Kagome likened to a condensed version of her monthly cycle, when she was cranky, emotional, and just didn’t feel like herself. Not that she would ever dare to voice that comparison outloud; she could just imagine Inuyasha’s reaction. Still, it helped her have more patience with him. She could endure his grumbling and extra prickliness for a night. More often than not, they ended up snuggled on the sofa, watching TV or playing games until the wee hours of the morning, amid his muttered complaints about being weaker, slower, tired. 

Kagome sighed and slowed on the last flight of stairs, rolling her sore neck as a mild exhaustion crept over her. Maybe she could coax him into a few hours of sleep tonight. Kami knew she needed it. 

She pushed through the entrance to their floor and immediately knew something was wrong. A worrying smell was growing stronger the closer she came to her apartment door. Kagome shoved the keys into the lock and it opened into a cloud of smoke.  

“Inuyasha!” she called, abandoning her bags in the entryway and letting the door slam closed behind her. “Inuyasha! What’s that burning smell?” 

“Nothing!” She heard him shout from the direction of the kitchen.  

Kagome coughed and waved a hand in front of her face as she rushed towards the sound of his voice. “Inuyasha!” 

She rounded the corner, eyes going wide at the six inch flames billowing up from the pan on the stove. Inuyasha stood on the opposite side of the kitchen at the sink, sprayer in hand ready to flip on the water.  

“No, no, no,” Kagome cried out as she snatched the lid off the counter and dropped it over the skillet, flipping off the burner in the process. 

Grabbing a towel, Kagome scooted the pan off the heat, holding the lid tightly in place. When it was clear that the fire was smothered, she released a held breath, but it was too soon to relax. The shrill sound of the smoke alarm was still ringing through the apartment and her head.  

“Help me open the windows,” she shouted at Inuyasha over the din.  

He nodded back at her, jaw stiff as he stomped to the balcony door and slid it wide open. Kagome did the same to the two windows in their bedroom and grabbed a couple pillows off the bed before joining him at the open door. She shoved one into his hands and together they fanned the smoke out of their apartment. After several long minutes, the excruciating noise went quiet.  

Kagome blew out a relieved breath before tossing a smile to her partner that he didn’t return. “Well, that was an exciting welcome home.” 

“Exciting?” He scowled at her, his dark gray eyes hard and flinty. “What about that was exciting? I nearly burned the fuckin’ place down!” 

“It was an accident,” she replied in an even gentle tone. “They happen–” 

“Yeah! To humans!” 

“To everyone,” she assured him, trying her best not to let his sharp tone ruffle her. “Why should you get to be immune?” 

He dropped his gaze and growled under his breath, sounding less guttural than normal but no less formidable. 

“Inu–” she whispered while reaching out to him.  

He shrugged off her touch, snatching the pillow from her hands and disappearing into the bedroom. 

Kagome sighed and wandered back into the kitchen to assess the wreckage. There were black scorch marks surrounding the stove, but it looked like the cabinets above and ceiling received the brunt of the damage. They would probably both need a new coat of paint. 

There was water everywhere. It looked like Inuyasha had been battling that blaze for at least a few minutes before she arrived. Kagome shook her head; why didn’t he just grab the fire extinguisher from under the sink? That’s what it was there for! Her brow twitched in irritation but she took a deep breath, striving to be more understanding. He must have been panicked and just a little bit scared; the thought made her heart ache.  

Inuyasha returned a few seconds later, eyes still downcast and contrite hands held behind his back. Kagome looked him over with fresh eyes. The inky black bangs around his face were more scruffy than usual, a few strands no doubt falling victim to the flames. His dark red shirt was streaked with black and had several holes, revealing patches of irritated skin beneath.  

“Inu?” she asked gently. “Are you hurt?” 

“M’fine,” he mumbled, hunching his shoulders. “I’m sorry about the–” 

“I don’t care about that,” she interjected, as she crossed to his side. “Are you okay?” 

“I said I’m fine!” he snapped without looking at her. 

Kagome pursed her lips, trying to rein in the retort crawling its way up her throat. “Then can I see your hands?” 

His scowl deepened, hiding more of his arms behind his back. 

“Inu, please? I just want to make sure you’re alright.”  

After several long moments he complied, holding his hands out in front of her. Angry red burns streaked his arms but his hands were the worst. White blisters had already formed all over his palms, several torn open and oozing clear liquid, no doubt thanks to his admirable efforts to help. He must be in so much pain. 

“Puppy,” she breathed, tears already gathering in her eyes. 

“It’s fine,” he replied in a sullen tone, already trying to hide the injuries from her again. “It’ll be gone tomorrow.” 

Kagome wordlessly grabbed his elbow, leading him towards the sink, and flicked on the tap. She drew his damaged and trembling hands under the water, cooing in nonsensical reassurances as she cupped some liquid in her palms and poured it over his arms as well. Inuyasha released a relieved breath, the tension in his clenched jaw dissipating the longer she held him under the cool stream.  

“Little better?” she asked, rubbing her damp palm across his back in soothing circles.  

He nodded, lips still tight in a thin line.  

“Come on,” she said, giving him a gentle nudge. “Let’s get you patched up.” 

“But the kitchen–” he protested, giving a significant glance to the destruction surrounding them.

“Is not as important as you.” She slipped two of her fingers into one of the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him in the direction of their bedroom. “Don’t argue, puppy.” 

Perhaps sensing that she would not would not be swayed, Inuyasha acquiesced and allowed her to lead him to the bed. 

“Arms up,” she instructed, helping to remove the remnants of his ruined shirt. 

Kagome pulled it over his head, sending the heavy weight of his long dark hair falling down his back. She dropped his shirt to the floor and frowned, brushing her fingers near the reddened skin on his chest and abdomen. It was nowhere near as bad as the burns on his hands and arms but it would still sting.  

Kagome leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss next to one wound. “Poor baby.” 

“Stop fussing.”. 

“Hush,” she chided. “It’s my job to fuss over you when you’re hurt. Now sit down, I’m gonna grab some medicine and bandages for those burns.”

“Keh,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re wasting your time. They’ll all be gone in the morning.” 

“Well there’s no reason you need to suffer for the rest of the night.” 

He met her eyes in a silent challenge. 

Kagome raised a dark brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Inuyasha, sit.” 

He ground his teeth together but still dropped onto the mattress.

She nodded and spun on her heel, rushing into the bathroom and grabbing the well-used first aid kit. When she returned, Kagome bit back a tender gasp at the familiar picture he created, slouched on the bed with a petulant frown etched in place. He looked years younger, more like the vulnerable boy she grew up with, instead of the strong and fearless hanyou he was now. 

Her brows drew together in sympathy as she approached, placing the kit beside him and flicking it open. Kagome dug out a tube of burn cream, hoping it would be enough to soothe some of his pain.  

“Lemme see your hands,” she said, squeezing out a line of medicine onto her fingers.  

Inuyasha lifted his palms up for her inspection and winced as she slathered the cream on his skin with featherlight strokes. It wasn’t until she worked her way up to his wrists that he finally released a pained hiss.  

“Shh, shh, shh,” she cooed, gentling her touch even further as she finished up his arms. “It should start feeling better in a few minutes.” 

Kagome wiped away the last of the cream from her fingers before grabbing a few packets of special bandages and placing them over the worst of the blisters and charred skin. As she pulled out a roll of linen gauze and knelt in front of him to start wrapping his arms and hands, Inuyasha broke his silence. 

“Why am I more angry than you?” he asked in a quiet tone.  

Kagome didn’t look up, hiding a small smile as she continued about her task. “Because the apartment doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re okay. Because you’re embarrassed and probably telling yourself that it wouldn’t have happened any other night.” 

“It wouldn’t have.” 

She shrugged. “Who knows?”

“I do,” he insisted. “If I had been able to smell right, I would have known that something was burning sooner.” His leg started bouncing in agitation. “I only left it alone for a few minutes. By the time I got back, it was already on fire. Then, I sprayed some water on it to try and put it out, but it just got bigger.” 

Kagome gave a sage shake of her head as she tucked the end of the gauze around one wrist and switched to the other hand. “Never throw water on a grease fire. That just spreads it around. You want to smother it…or you could have used the fire extinguisher.” 

“I’m a fucking idiot!” he bit out, glancing heavenward. “How the hell did I forget that?” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It happens in the heat of the moment, Inu.” 

“But I put that there…for you.”

“Yes, I remember.” 

“Because you’re the accident waiting to happen.”  

She took a calming breath, finishing up the last of her work and tucking in the end of the wrapping. “How sweet of you to remind me.” 

“But that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he said as she stood to her feet. “Shouldn’t you be more smug?” 

Kagome tossed him a confused look as she gathered up the trash and threw it into the small bin by the dresser. “What good would that do?” 

“I don’t know,” he replied. “It would put me in my place, that’s for damn sure.”  

She scoffed, stepping between his spread legs to run her fingers through his hair. ‘Inuyasha, do you really think I’m so petty? I don’t want to put you in your place; I just want to help you. I don’t feel smug or angry or any of the things you seem to think I should feel. I feel worried about you.” She lifted one of his hands, placing a kiss against the bandages. “I hate it when you’re hurt.”

“Keh, stop blubbering,” he muttered. “I’ll be fine.”

‘I know, but that doesn’t stop you from hurting now,” she explained, grabbing up the burn cream again. “Stand up, I need to get your stomach.” 

Inuyasha stood to his feet, waving her away. “It’s fine, that’s not as bad.” 

“Be still and let me put this medicine on, Inu.” 

He grumbled but didn’t fight her as she swiped it onto his tender skin, the muscles jumping at her touch.  

“Better?” she asked, screwing the cap back on the tube and packing the first aid kit away. 

“Yeah, yeah, I told you I’m fine, woman.” 

“Don’t snap at me. I’m trying to take care of you.” 

“Toss me a new shirt then.” 

Kagome rolled her eyes and reached into the dresser on her way back to the bathroom, pulling out a fresh one from the drawer before throwing it at him. Inuyasha caught it from the air just as stepped through the door, putting the kit back in its place beneath the counter. By the time she returned he was fully dressed and pulling his long black hair from beneath his collar. 

She approached him, smoothing her hands over his chest. “There, you’re all taken care of. So now, we can worry about the kitchen.” 

“I’ll clean it up.” Inuyasha wrapped his arms in a loose circle around her waist.

“We will clean it up,” she corrected, rising on tiptoe to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Then we can order out for dinner. Sound good?” 

He nodded, still seeming a little down.  

“Come on,” Kagome said, plucking at his shirt. “If we tackle it together, we’ll be done in no time.”

It still took them over an hour before they finally decided that it was the best they could do without a much needed trip to the hardware store. The cabinets and ceiling were still stained a blotchy black brown and the burnt  pan was dropped into the sink to soak. Kagome was still hopeful that they might save it.  

Inuyasha remained quiet and downcast, only speaking when it was strictly needed. It took a monumental amount of restraint not to prod at him, checking the urge to ask if he was okay every few minutes. She knew it would drive him crazy but Kagome only grew more unsettled the longer the silence went on.  

It wasn’t until after dinner, when they were cuddled in bed in the wee hours of the morning that she finally began to relax. Inuyasha was lying between her spread legs, arms resting at her sides, and face nuzzled into her cleavage. He took a deep breath and released it on a weary sigh, mumbling against her skin.

‘What was that?” Kagome asked.

He lifted his head, resting his chin on her breast bone. “Thank you…for rescuing me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Inu.”

“Of course I do,” he replied, watching his finger trace patterns into the skin over her heart. “You saved my ass.” 

“Well, you’re saving mine enough,” she said, threading her fingers into his hair. “Sometimes, it’s nice to be the one protecting you..”

Inuyasha’s eyes slipped closed, leaning his head into her touch. “What’re you saying? You want me to burn down the apartment more often?” 

“You didn’t burn anything down,” Kagome chuckled. “It was really more of a charring.”

“Thanks,” he said in a dry tone, moving his head around until her fingers found the right spot. “I’m sorry, these new moon nights are such a pain.” 

“You’re not a pain,” she soothed, tenderness swelling in her heart as she scratched her nails through his hair just behind his human ear. “You’re still my puppy, even when you’re human. I’ll always take care of you, Inu.” 

Wide gray eyes glanced up at her. “I love you,” he whispered, vulnerability layering his voice.

“I love you, too,” she responded immediately, coaxing him to lay more comfortably against her chest. “Try and relax, puppy. Everything is fine and there’s only a few more hours until sunrise.” 

Inuyasha settled his weight more firmly against her, releasing a contended groan. 

Kagome went back to drawing her fingers through his glossy hair, singing out a soft melody. “Now, please close your eyes, baby, please get some sleep. And know that if I knew all of the answers, I would not hold them from you know all of the things that I know. We told each other…there is no other way. Mmm-mm-mmm.” 

Inuyasha sighed, breaths growing deep and even the longer she sang. Kagome held him through the rest of the night, soothing him back down every time he became restless. By the time the light of dawn graced their windows, both hanyou and human were snoring softly, tangled together in a dreamless embrace.

#domaystic2022 #day 24 #sfw #inuyahsa #kagome #inuyashaxkagome #inukag #human inuyasha #ficlet #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #thank you all so much for your continued support

[nymphbunnyys]

HELlo little person, I have come to talk about the Mommy issues of Bo Sinclair, because it is obvious that he has them and lives with them with anger so I would love him to open up with his reader after a long time of relationship and deciding to trust his partner if it is not a big problem for you <3

One i'd like to point out I've been labeled as a little person and that is not far from the truth and two Bo has so much mommy issues that, that man probably thrives on being taken care of but he'll never admit that. He's too much of a tough boy to tell you.

I used my point format and a half fic, i hope this is okay!

Bo's mommy issues and finally opening up to reader.

When I tell you Bo has serious mommy issues, I mean it. That man has serious mommy issues.

This is something you've kinda came to realize, that and Vincent would tell you stories about them as kids and some of them were really fucking heart wrenching.

The shit that mainly Bo had gone through is enough to make anyone sick to their stomach.. so why do all this for his mother?

Why was doing this for her.. I mean you weren't convinced he'd be living a normal life still but you thought at least maybe.. just maybe there would be some normalcy? or maybe a revenge type of thing..? But no. This was all for his mother, and the question came up one day as you were only curious.

"Bo?"

The mechanic turned around and turned down the music that drowned out your voice though he was still able to hear you. "hm?" "Why do you do what you do..? I mean like, why do you do it.. well for. her." You swallowed the dryness that had now just formed in your throat, realizing that this question could possibly place you in some sort of life or death situation, some sort of danger. Bo may have been yours but that didn't change who he was as a person. Bo wiped away the oil from his hands and cocked a brow, a curious yet somewhat annoyed look plastered his damp face. "y/n what are ya trying to say?" a scuff left his lips, "You mean my mother?" You nodded simply watching carefully as Bo's tongue glided on the underside of his teeth, his answer brought a sense of relief. "don't know." Though the relief washed over you you still wanted a reason, I mean.. there had to be, Bo seemed like he had already been done with the conversation when he turned around and went back to trying to work on his truck. You wanted to know. "I'm not taking that as a reason Bo, I genuinely want to know.. especially with what she did to you, I mean I just don't understand how you could do this for her how you could still love he-" You'd been rambling, rambling a little too much before Bo spun around yelling at you angrily. "Just go." Bo quietly spoke, watching as you walked out of the station.

Once He finished up he had been walking home, he did feel a bit bad for yelling at you like that, honestly you were curious and he had the answer for it he just didn't know how to explain it. Once he stepped foot in the house he seen you sat on the couch, crissed crossed as you looked at all the old photos Bo kept locked away. His hat came off his head with a swift move, fiddling with the brim.

"I wanted to make her proud." Your hands jolted slightly, watching as Bo sat beside you starring at the photo of his family, tiny bo had been sat on a separate chair while Vincent and Lester sat on their parent's lap. It's what Bo wanted, for his mother to be proud of him, it stemmed from his jealousy and neglect. He always watched Vincent soak up their mothers praises towards him, how he was such a beautiful good boy, How Lester got to go on fishing trips with their dad, wearing dads flannel and big hat.. the only thing Bo ever soaked up was hurtful words and abuse from his parents.. mainly his mother. She blamed him for a lot of things telling him that 'God sent you to torture me' 'He gave you Vincent's beautiful face to ridicule me.' 'I never wanted you' But it was the only form of communication he was able to have with his mother and though it hurt, to hear her voice gave him some sort of bliss.. he was gaining her attention. But little Bo knew this wasn't a way a mother should treat her son and he curses himself everyday for still loving her. Seeking approval from a dead woman. Your face contorted empathically, your hands reaching to cup his cheeks as you kissed his face all over. Bo still spoke, receiving your kisses. "I guess.. wherever she is, heaven or hell, I just wanted ta' show her that I do care.. I do.. I do love her, even after it all." Your lips parted watching as he lowered his forehead to your shoulder, holding back the lump in his throat. "I'm here Bo, i'm right here.. just let it out." And for the first time Bo wasn't afraid to just cry to let out all the agony and anger, resentment.. he let it all out, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close.

He was lucky to have you, if he was going to make anyone proud.. it was now you.

#bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher headcanons #slasher hcs

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 53

Seven sets of footsteps made varying volumes of scuffling sounds on the dirt road out of Konoha one early morning, a cacophony that nearly drowned out the sounds of birdsong and wind tugging at drying leaves. If it had been a little less windy, it might well have muffled all other sounds, even though some of the footsteps were near silent. The bizarrely loud treads from three of the party members more than made up for the deficit.

They'd taken up a variation on a standard formation—a triangle. Sasuke took the tip, with Kakashi walking a few feet behind his right heel, Aiko was to Kakashi's right, and Sai stood way over on the left while their clients huddled between the shinobi.

"Let's hope this mission works out," Kakashi sighed after a few hours of walking in silence, as if he had been mulling over their recent string of missions. Aiko didn't buy it—he was attempting to stir up trouble to get an amusing reaction from the team. The unusually calm, temperate weather and lack of inter-team drama was probably boring him to tears.

Like the predictable chump he was, Sai gave a sunny smile with his eyes creased shut.

'Decent attempt,' Aiko scored mentally. 'Maybe a six out of ten, grading on a curve to compensate for his general ineptitude?'

She'd developed a grading rubric in the weeks they'd been stationed on back-to-back missions together. It wasn't like there was much else to do. The odd tension between Sai and Sasuke and Kakashi's general nonchalance had unfortunately made her the peacekeeper by default. She had no skill at the role whatsoever. At times like this, she desperately missed sweet, charismatic Naruto and even Sakura. The little girl had been a people-pleaser by nature, and clever enough to maneuver conversations that almost everyone was pleased by.

Sai lacked that conversational skill entirely, but hell if he didn't try to make friends anyway. She gave him so many points for effort and unintentional hilarity.

"I happen to like these missions," the boy in question interjected blandly. "I find it very interesting to see how Dickless can destabilize the most mundane of missions with his very presence."

The two possible outcomes of this trip seemed about equally likely :

Sasuke would become a Chuunin and rub it in Naruto's face when he came back home

Sasuke would snap and actually kill Sai with a blunt rock, forgoing all shinobi training in favor of his mindless hate for the other boy even though he factually knew it would endanger his promotion. He would get promoted anyways because Tsunade would just be sick of trying.

Her thoughts might have been on the same wavelength as her Uchiha teammate. Sasuke's fingers twitched as if he was longing to wrap them around Sai's neck, but the impulse was too Naruto-ish for him to actually indulge in.

'To be fair, Sai has a point.'

It wasn't even that Sasuke had done anything—it really did seem to be his very presence that jinxed things. Forget Naruto, Sasuke was a luck token of some sort. (Good or bad, she wasn't sure, but definitely luck).

The civilian family they were going to be escorting looked downright unnerved at this point. The teenage daughter Hana was clutching the straps of her green backpack so tightly that her fingers were turning white. Her young-looking parents (Ichigo and Mei) exchanged uncertain glances.

Aiko leaned around her mentor and aimed a reassuring smile at them, cutely clasping her hands behind her back to portray an unthreatening demeanor that would be more palatable to non-shinobi. "Don't mind them," she explained. "They're just joking around. You have nothing to worry about with us here. I know we look a bit young, but all three of us are competent shinobi, and Kakashi-shishou is one of the best shinobi in the world."

Strangely, they didn't seem reassured at all.

"Suck-up," Sasuke muttered under his breath from the front of the group. Without missing a beat, Kakashi extended a foot and sent him tripping face-first into the dirt. He'd done it quickly enough that Aiko almost missed the motion. She might have, if she hadn't been expecting something similar. He was petty sometimes. Their clients skittered back nervously to keep a distance from the grumpiest party member. Sai merely looked on while Sasuke irritably spat out dirt and regained his footing. His expression was blank but somehow managed to convey curiosity through his tilted head and unblinking stare. Sai was a bit like the world's tallest and hunkiest owl, really.

Aiko took a moment to glare at her teammates, who had just undone all the soothing she'd done. Calming other people just didn't come naturally to her, so she didn't appreciate having her ham-handed efforts undermined. "Whatever," she grunted, purposefully shoving her mentor with a shoulder. He allowed it and pretended to sway away from the force she mustered, which probably didn't help the impression that their aghast clients were gaining about their expensive escort. Even despite knowing that she was a shinobi, they probably didn't put much stock in her physical prowess. She wasn't particularly intimidating in appearance, even with a gigantic dog summons trailing by her side. Unfortunately.

Uncertain or not, they were apparently committed enough that they didn't muster up any complaints and obediently followed along with Kakashi's absent-minded directions.

'Makes sense,' Aiko noted. 'I bet hiring an escort is really pricey. On the bright side, they probably got a great deal, considering they managed to swing two ANBU level shinobi and the Hokage's apprentice.'

She would have told them that if she could—it probably would have soothed their minds. But it would have been grossly inappropriate for her to share confidential information like that about Kakashi and Sai. Sasuke's position wasn't classified, but it would probably be best not to talk about it either.

If this mission somehow went downhill into a spectacular blaze of incompetence and mind-bendingly bad luck, it might be a good idea not to have the highest echelons in their village directly embarrassed by the fiasco.

So their poor clients would just have to suffer nervously until the team got a chance to prove themselves.

'It's amazing that Naruto isn't even here, but having two-thirds of the surviving team seven together is somehow enough to tap into whatever alternate universe stores his weird karma,' she mused.

Then again, even in the manga, Sasuke's story arc had been fucking weird on its own merits. Maybe Naruto was completely blameless. Maybe there was nothing weird about Naruto's luck in the first place. He could just be a normal little boy.

Kakashi startled and gave Aiko a wary stare when she suddenly began choking on what appeared to be nothing. He warily patted her shoulder, pulling his hand back immediately as if he'd been burnt. "Okay there?"

"H-hai," she gasped, fanning her face with a hand. "Sorry, it's nothing."

'No way. Naruto is definitely weird as all hell. S'why I love him.'

Mindful that Kakashi had been downright unnerved by her inexplicable good humor, she wiped her face as blank as possible. She needed to pay attention and be alert, since she was on the clock. With any luck at all, they'd run into a moderately difficult fight that could be used as a justification for giving Sasuke his damn promotion already. A field promotion was perfectly respectable, after all, even if it wasn't as flashy as an exam promotion.

Mitsuo whined, a warm weight brushing against her right hip. Aiko glanced down and ran her fingers through the thick, white fur at his neck soothingly. He leaned his thick neck into her hand, snuffling sadly at her fingers. It was the first time he'd been out with her on an extended mission, but it was starting to seem like they would never have time to bond in Konoha.

"I know, I know," she murmured to the ninken sympathetically. He was having a hard time spending nights away from home. It was lucky that Pakkun had pulled her aside and explained some things to her, because Mitsuo couldn't speak any human language. He would probably never be able to.

That was yet another reason why it was so important for them to spend a lot of time together. If he was going to be her companion, they had to develop camaraderie and the ability to understand one another. He had a fairly good understanding of human speech (something like a toddler's vocabulary, but geared towards shinobi life), and she was learning some barks, but neither of them could properly vocalize the other's language. That meant that nonverbal communication was going to be crucial, as were the coded communications that they were still working out. There wasn't much need for Mitsuo to speak in riddles—it would never be an issue unless they were fighting another ninken summoner (or maybe a wolf or coyote with a similar dialect). But Aiko was actually working on teaching him a bit of English. Kakashi seemed perplexed by the strange sounds – syllables that didn't exist in Konoha, particularly—but she didn't see a reason to make up obscure references when she could teach him things she readily knew. It didn't make things any harder for her ninken, after all.

The only way to get that vital bonding done was just to spend time with each other. Their clients and Sai seemed a bit curious, but Sasuke gave her an unusually wide berth after she had summoned Mitsuo.

It wasn't that he was frightened of or disliked dogs, of course. (Although that wouldn't have been an unusual response to a dog that probably weighed more than Aiko did). No. It was because Mitsuo's hackles had gone up the instant he got a whiff of Sasuke and had insistently circled him, barking and growling for two painfully long minutes while Aiko tried to figure it out. Kakashi hadn't met them by the gate at that point, so she was on her own. Though it felt presumptuous, she eventually summoned Pakkun and begged for help.

He'd looked at her like she was an idiot while Mitsuo insistently danced around Sasuke. "The puppy is saying that one there smells like cats." He licked his nose, apparently oblivious to just how repulsed Sasuke appeared to be by the motion. But perhaps he'd noticed, because the pug continued. "He does reek of cat," Pakkun added decisively. Then he gave a few short barks that appeared to turn into an argument and a royal scolding. Mitsuo perked up his ears and glanced between his elder and the boy he was so insistently keeping corralled away from his summoner. He yipped and whined, but eventually pulled his ears down flat and groveled onto his tummy, awkwardly pawing his way over to Aiko's side.

"There," Pakkun sighed. He turned to Aiko, scratching at his neck with a rear paw. "I explained that you have to tolerate the cat stench because you're teammates."

Sasuke looked more than a bit disgruntled. "I don't even have a cat," he bit out shortly.

Both dogs gave him pitying looks. It was hard not to laugh. Pakkun took one long sniff, and decisively judged, "Is Uchiha."

"Is Uchiha," Kakashi (who she had definitely not heard arrive), agreed solemnly.

Sasuke twitched, looking somewhere between murderous and baffled. "Well-spotted," he eventually condescended.

Mitsuo whuffed. Pakkun gave a growling laugh in reply, and tilted his head so sharply that Pakkun smacked himself in the face with one of his floppy ears. "Then what's the question, boy?"

"I don't see the connection. I don't have the Uchiha nin-cat contract. I don't even have a regular cat." He jerked his head irritably at Aiko, clearly not happy about being growled at. "She has a cat. Growl at her."

"S'not a cat," Pakkun said sagely. Mitsuo agreed with a series of low vocalizations that startled Kakashi into giving Aiko a strange look. "He says he saw it hack up a burning hairball once," Pakkun helpfully supplied. "Can't be a cat. Some kind of furry lizard, probably."

There was a spectacularly awkward silence. Aiko pretended not to feel the stares. "Well, that's all sorted out and everyone's here!" she chirped with false enthusiasm. "Time to set off on an adventure."

"Aiko." Sasuke's disbelieving tone stopped her in her tracks.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged helplessly. Smaug was really more like Hinata's cat now, to be honest. She was either some sort of crazy talented animal whisperer or Smaug just sensed a similar soul in her. "I was uninvolved in that."

That pretty well stopped conversation for the first hour or so of their long walk.

'Come to think of it, that might be when the clients started to seem a bit uncomfortable around us,' Aiko reminisced fondly. She should probably feel guilty, but… couldn't quite muster up the energy. They weren't being paid to make friends. Their job was to safely get their client out of Fire Country, not pretend to be a luxury cruise service.

It was a pretty lazy mission, made even more so by the necessity of putting extra work on Sasuke to give him a crash source in field work. Aiko and Sai lurked around and set up camp that first night while Kakashi followed Sasuke to be sure his procedure running a perimeter check and setting up acceptable traps was up to snuff. They were gone long enough that Aiko eventually felt badly enough for their poor clients (who were obviously unused to long travel) and helped them set up their bedrolls and dug out a campfire for them. Sai merely looked on, idly running a clean brush over a notebook as if drawing invisibly.

"Thanks," Hana panted, wiping her forehead back as if to clear sweaty bangs, but her skin was completely dry.

'That's a bit odd,' Aiko noted without indicating anything about her thoughts externally. 'Her breathing patterns indicate exertion, but no sweat?'

It was unusual, but she didn't comment. All three of their clients seemed in much better shape by the time Sasuke and Kakashi returned, if a bit unpleasantly startled by just how quickly they appeared in the middle of the group toting bloody animals.

"You can cook." Sasuke tossed his directly at Sai. The artist caught both rabbits, but the swinging momentum spattered his face with what was probably still warm blood. Ichigo looked decidedly green, reaching out to take his wife's hand.

Sai gave a very strained smile—more so than usual, and awkwardly wiped the rabbit blood off his cheek and nose with a palm. It smudged a little and didn't entirely come off. "Of course. I am honored that you trust me with such a task." He paused. "Does this mean that you are courting me? This reminds me of a proverb about the duties a man has to his beloved. You see, when a man loves-"

"Ah, maybe we can talk about that later," Aiko hastily interjected, tugging the animals out of Sai's loose grip and pulling him to the fire by his hand. "I'll help. Thank you, Sasuke, Kakashi. They're lovely."

Sai's brow furrowed. He looked first at the rabbits he had been given, then to a fuming Sasuke, and then between Aiko and Kakashi as she snatched the food their team leader had brought back out of his hands.

Before he had a chance to open his mouth, Aiko had shoved everything into his arms and sparked up the fire to make sure it was going strong before laying down a leather tarp and pulling out a kunai. "Sai, would you skin those?" She gave him a meaningful look.

"Yes. We will talk later?"

She choked down a laugh, avoiding looking at Sasuke who was probably breathing smoke at that point. "Of course, Sai. We can talk about anything you want."

'Well, almost anything. I don't guarantee you'll get the answers you want,' she amended. He was probably still spying for Danzo, after all.

Doubtless, she wasn't the only one who knew that. Since Tsunade almost certainly suspected him, Sasuke must know as well. Kakashi could know too—he'd been in ANBU long enough that he could be aware of the other branch and was old enough to remember the scandal of Danzo being ordered to dissolve his private forces. They might even both know that the other knew, but there was no reason for either of them to know that she knew. She'd never been told, after all.

Aiko wasn't particularly worried. She knew how Kakashi treated threats, and none of the signs were present. Oddly enough, he seemed to be doing his best to be friendly to Sai. Of course, 'friendly' for Kakashi was more than a bit stilted and difficult, so she was taking it upon herself to be the bridge to the team. It made sense that he might be trying to ensure the Root nin felt welcomed. Obvious hostility would make it obvious that they knew he was a spy.

'Besides, Naruto managed to convert him in canon. That means that Sai is probably vulnerable to peer influence. He doesn't understand his own emotions, and he's brainwashed enough to think that he doesn't even have them.' (a particularly idiotic move on Danzo's part). 'All in all, Sai is highly susceptible to manipulation from anyone who spends an extended period of time with him. A bit of kindness here, a bit of respect there, and maybe even a semi-friendly rivalry…'

She intentionally did not smile. Sasuke would probably be vexed if he realized that his unfeigned irritation with the other boy was teaching him scripts for semi-hostile but still nonviolent human interaction. Worse, Sai learned by mimicry and repetition. That meant that his insults only got more clever and accurate every time the boys locked horns, and he had discovered that innuendo was one of the best ways to get under Sasuke's skin.

Probably the best part was that she was relatively certain Sai had decided to give the oft-discussed Icha Icha a try. Every once in a while, he'd make a comment or almost-reference that made her suspicions flare up. That made Sasuke the odd man out, actually. He still thought they were foul perversions and seemed to be doing his best to pretend not to notice any references.

As with any escort mission, the days quickly fell into a dull monotony. Kakashi pulled out his books and read while they walked, but no one else had anything for entertainment. The small family occasionally made token attempts to draw their escorts into conversation, but it was stilted and uncomfortable. By the third night, Kakashi let Sasuke run the perimeter alone, and had a chance to see the depressingly fumbled way their clients managed to unpack and pack their belongings. He and Sai exchanged a meaningful glance behind their backs. Aiko had to bite her lip to repress her suspicions as to what they were communicating. There would be no point in saying anything aloud—her comrades knew what she was thinking.

Like the past nights, she took a spot far from the banked fire, letting Mitsuo curl up into her side for the comfort of a half-hearted puppy pile. The shared body heat was nice—she seemed to run pretty cold, and was generally pretty uncomfortable at nights. Even still, she had to tuck her fingers under her shirt onto her belly to keep them from turning into icicles while she slept. Sasuke had given her a vaguely repulsed expression the first day, but by now seemed resigned to her apparently weird decision to share bedspace with a ninken.

She didn't understand why he cared in the first place. It wasn't like Mitsuo was dirtier than the rest of them or anything, and his doggy scent wasn't offensive at all.

'Maybe Pakkun was right', she mused. 'Sasuke's a cat'. (That was actually closer to what he'd been implying that first day. Pakkun and Mitsuo weren't offended that Sasuke had merely been in contact with a cat. Ninken were far too intelligent to hold that sort of grudge—regular cats barely pinged on their radar. Ninja cats like the ones historically linked to the Uchiha to the point where their scent lingered in their compound so many years later, on the other hand…) In her mind, she symbolically linked Yamato and Sasuke as the cat people she had to work with despite their persistent silliness.

It was a shame, but not everyone could be so lucky as to score a ninken partner.

Despite the way that there was constant conversation, Aiko learned surprisingly little private information from quietly listening to their clients' discussion. They didn't seem to be very interesting people.

They had been interested, on the other hand, in the antics of their ninja protectors. After his disastrous attempt to miff Sai by making him do the petty work, Sasuke didn't dare hand Sai food at night. (That might have been for the best, because his roasted rabbit had been a bit dry and bland). Instead, he sullenly ignored the other boy. She was almost convinced that Sai missed the banter by the way he kept glancing at the Uchiha.

Feeling a bit bad for him—she was never certain if Sai genuinely felt left out or if he was antisocial—she sat down by him on the fifth night on a large rock while Sasuke grumbled and did some sort of cooking magic. (The boy had a kami-given talent.) He looked at her curiously. It only took him a second to drastically change the atmosphere.

"Are we going to have that conversation about a man and a woman now?" he inquired innocently. "Sasuke never answered my question."

Movement around the camp stopped.

'Sai is either a fantastic troll, or just the most clueless human being there has ever been.'

"Perhaps later," Kakashi idly interjected from his sudden position on Sai's other side. Aiko pressed her eyes shut to avoid giving him a scathing look. That kind of deflection would never work, regardless of the sincerity behind the first question. Sai wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't appreciate being pushed aside.

Surely enough…

Sai glanced at Kakashi, then Aiko, and then turned to smile at Kakashi. "Is this a threesome?" he asked innocently. "I believe that Icha Icha Tactics contains a scene that begins much like this one. It seems to be an acceptable proposition." Then he frowned contemplatively, examining Kakashi closely. "Although I would like to know one thing before we begin. Am I the banana, or the donut?"

Kakashi slid off the rock as if scalded. "All yours, Aiko," he muttered, unconsciously tugging at that mop masquerading as hair on his head and hustling over to help Sasuke with smoking rations for the next day.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"No, it's not like Tactics," she answered calmly. "Although I think that's one of the strongest books in the series. What did you think of the depiction of the Daimyo in that one? It's very controversial, you know, though Jiraiya-san technically denied that it was intentional satire."

'There, easily deflected. He likes being asked what he thinks about non-personal things.'

There seemed to be no luck in the world for them in other matters, however. They were only taking the family a bit past Konoha's border with Tea. At civilian speed, they had already been walking for a full week, and there were only a few days left on their mission.

Sasuke was getting decidedly twitch at the possibility of another inexplicably easy mission. It almost seemed unlikely that they would run into no problems at all on such an extended trip. Where were the bandits? Wild animals? Potholes? At this point, she would accept just about any tribulation. It only had to be classified as a combat mission for Tsunade to be able to bend the rules and grant Sasuke a promotion. Sure, she might have to obscure the direct circumstances, but that would probably only serve to make Sasuke seem more impressive with such a mysterious circumstance around his promotion.

Like divine intervention, that was when she sensed four humans with advanced chakra systems coming their way, about a mile off. Granted, they were only moving at low to mid-level Chuunin speeds, (meaning they had a couple minutes) but when combined with the other oddities about this mission…

She'd take it.

"Shishou, orders?"

He looked at her disinterestedly, ignoring the baffled expressions from their clients. Sasuke and Sai looked sharply between the two. Silly non-sensors that they were, they probably didn't know about their soon-to-be visitors yet.

"I think we'll stay the course," he mused idly, spinning a kunai on an index finger using the ringed end. "Steady ahead and all that."

She rolled her eyes. "Is the most recent Icha Icha about pirates?"

(Aiko knew damn well that it was. She had a half-read copy hidden under her mattress at home.)

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kakashi virtuously lied, glancing at the scandalized man steering his staring daughter away from him. Hana couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of him. "Look, we should just be quiet and pay attention to our surroundings."

"That ship has sailed," Sai cheerily piped in, looking unduly pleased at being able to contribute to conversation.

'Not the worst play on words,' Aiko noted. Really, when grading on a curve of "Sai", it was pretty good.

She took a moment to imagine the group turning to Sasuke for his contribution. In her mind's eye, he turned around with that dead-pan bitch face he wore so well.

"Avast."

And then he turned back around, duty done.

Sadly, it was not to be. Apparently Sasuke didn't like pirate jokes, because Sai's appeared to be the last straw. He whipped around and inadvertently activated his bloodline just in time to catch a sudden movement from behind the group. "Look out!" He spun on his heels, already in an aggressive posture.

Kakashi, for whom the warning was entirely unnecessary, easily twisted Hana's arm behind her back (It was a fake name, if these people were anything less than absolutely incompetent). "I've been wondering for days when you would give up on that idiotic cover of yours," he drawled. "I suppose that's the other half of your ambush coming up?" Dismissively, he gave the girl a hard shove and stepped backwards to avoid the blow that the woman posing as her mother attempted to land on him with (of all the damned things) some sort of weaponized parasol. Aiko had to at least give them credit for disguising their weaponry well.

Not all of her companions appeared interested in giving them any slack.

She blinked, and then Sai was astride a gigantic ink tiger, peering down impassively at their fake clients. "You are highly unskilled," Sai informed them. Aiko was mildly surprised to note he was holding a brush between two long fingers. That had definitely not been there a moment ago. Then again, neither had the tiger. "We knew of your deception by the second day."

"Yes, we all knew," Sasuke agreed unconvincingly in an undertone.

'I had no idea.' He felt a little bit of sweat well up. 'I was just about desperate enough for a fight to push this mission to 'combat' status to bludgeon a raccoon to death and claim it was rabid. Better yet, claim Sai was bit by the rabid raccoon and get two birds with one stone. Of course I would have had to put him down. It'd be a terrible shame, but I'm sure Tsunade would understand.'

It was a nice daydream.

To be fair, he'd been stationed on point and hadn't had the chance the others had to actually keep an eye on their clients while they were walking during the day. It wasn't entirely Sasuke's fault that he didn't tally all the oddities and hypothesize that they weren't really dealing with honest civilians.

Aiko huffed, almost absentmindedly blocking four senbon from the kunoichi posing as the couple's daughter."You're a bad liar," she whispered after making sure that their teammates were out of earshot/ preoccupied by fighting. Sasuke flushed. She jerked her head at the young kunoichi who seemed irked by being dismissed so obviously. "Why don't you take that one, Sasuke?"

He managed to regain enough of his composure to give a cocky little smirk and nod. "This'll be easy," he roared, charging the enemy kunoichi as he pulled an oversized shuriken off his back.

Something twitched in her temple. 'I'm not sure why I thought working with Tsunade would calm his temper and dramatic tendencies,' she realized sheepishly. That had been a mistake. But it didn't matter much. Even if he was a bit ostentatious in battle, he was certainly effective.

Despite the way that the inaction felt completely unnatural, she restrained herself and stood back to let their lone genin fight alone. Sasuke was significantly faster than his opponent and easily ducked her next projectiles. She seemed to be a mid-distance combat specialist, which was poor luck against such a fast taijutsu artist like Sasuke. The fight was practically over the second she conceded that she couldn't keep enough distance from Sasuke and stood her ground to swipe at him with a blade hidden under her sleeve. He easily stopped it with his shuriken, using the curved edges to force her armed hand outward. It only took him two hits that seemed to shatter something where they hit—in her shoulder and a rib—to get her to her knees and gasping.

Aiko tilted her head to the side to watch the way he trussed her up in the next six seconds, vaguely impressed. 'Is it disturbing or kind of hot that he's that good at bondage?' Sasuke certainly didn't look as inexperienced as she knew him to be when he easily whipped all-purpose wire around "Hana's" ankles and wrists, topping it off by stuffing a bit of bandage in her mouth to stop her from shouting out to her comrades.

"Finally," Sai muttered, knocking the 'father' out with a blow to the head. Kakashi grunted in assent and seemed to set a genjutsu on the 'mother' that sent her to the ground in a fetal position, quietly weeping. Aiko just rolled her eyes at the boys' dramatics. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and they could have taken care of their opponents without waiting on Sasuke.

That was when the other half of the hilariously undergunned ambush squad (that had probably expected either three Chuunin or one Jounin and three genin) appeared, about a minute after the youngest kunoichi now whimpering through a gag had jumped the gun and made an attempt to take out Kakashi.

They'd probably become very nervous about their mission when they realized they had somehow scored Sharingan no Kakashi on what should have been a routine mission staffed by Chuunin. The girl might have even been right in thinking that she had a slightly better chance getting him from behind while he was preoccupied with obvious hostiles instead of joining in an attempt to overwhelm him with numbers. He was internationally famous precisely because that kind of thing didn't work well on him, after all. Unfortunately for Hana, getting the drop on Kakashi was so spectacularly unlikely that her best option would probably have been to cancel the mission if at all possible. Doubtlessly they would have done so if there'd been any way to contact their comrades.

"Is that who I think it is?" a bulky man wearing what appeared to be a lightning headband asked uncertainly. He was staring straight at Kakashi and looking a bit nauseous.

"Oh, shit," someone said. Two out of the four back-ups for their 'clients' turned directly around and bolted.

They didn't get very far.

"We're not going to kill them," Sasuke repeated flatly, grumpily doing his part to drag their cargo technically over the border.

("That was our mission, after all," Kakashi had cheerily pointed out despite the fact that it seemed apparent their mission objectives had changed. Perhaps he was just mocking their captives?)

For once, it seemed like Sasuke and Sai were on the same wavelength. To be frank, Aiko didn't know what was going on either, but she did assume that Kakashi knew what he was doing. It wouldn't hurt to wait around and find out what he thought they should do.

The man in question dropped Mei on their pile of enemy shinobi with a thump (and a sad "Oof!") and idly poked at one of their captives with a sandaled foot, mussing up his hair and leaving a shoeprint on his cheek. "Well, we get one of these every once in a while," he explained cheerily. "Some village funds a fake mission fishing for a low-level team in hopes of getting a chance to weaken our forces and make off with a bloodline user. We have more clans than any other village, after all." He shrugged. "But our friends here appear to be from Lightning, who we aren't at war with. I know it's idiotic, but Lightning in particular has a history of demanding reparations from Konoha after their poorly-planned attempts at bloodline theft inevitably fail to fool anyone but the thickest Academy students."

Weak killing intent wafted off of someone in the pile of bound and humiliated shinobi.

Aiko clenched her jaw tightly to keep her amusement hidden. He was intentionally provoking them, of course, but he wasn't lying. He was probably referring to the attempted kidnapping of Hyuuga Hinata that had gotten Neji's father killed in the not-so-distant past. At any minute now…

"That makes no sense," Sai observed with textbook predictability, not seeming at all strained by the shinobi draped over each thin shoulder. "Is Lightning often this incompetent?"

Hana visibly cringed.

Yepp. Aiko had been waiting for the peanut gallery to speak up. Kakashi had a knack for playing the boys like a couple of instruments… but probably drums or something, because she just couldn't see him solemnly picking at a shamisen or something like that. Although he would be great if he tried.

Sasuke had picked up the conversational thread as well. "Historically speaking, yes," he snarked.

She turned her face down to Mitsuo (happily licking at an irritated man's face) so Sasuke didn't see her eyes roll. Big talk, from a guy who hadn't noticed the undercover Chuunin in their midst.

Granted, it wasn't that he was stupid, and he had still easily wiped the floor with his opponents which pretty well proved that he was a high Chuunin-level fighter. He just had little practical experience with real civilians that would have clued him in to the oddities in their friends' charade. There had been hints: like the textbook time it took them to begin to display tiredness every day, or the too-inefficient ways that they went about setting up camp at night without ever improving. Come on, civilians were untrained, not stupid.

Kakashi shrugged, walking away without a care. "If we kill them, Konoha will have to deal with repercussions. It's not like it matters. Konoha ninja are far more skilled than these…"

His pause was uncharacteristic. It probably meant he wanted them to jump in. She was happy to oblige.

"inept hacks?" Aiko piped in at the same time that Sai offered, "weaklings?" and Sasuke monotoned, "uncouth plebians?"

Kakashi tilted his head contemplatively. "I was going to say Lightning shinobi, but those terms all equate to about the same thing."

If she hadn't turned around expectantly for the reaction, she might not have seen the pile-up of bound and disarmed Lightning shinobi wilt even further, as if someone on the bottom had given up out of embarrassment.

It was a particularly humiliating situation to be in. Their mission had failed, and they would have to return home unsuccessful, telling their superiors that they had been bested by a single team that hadn't even thought them worth killing. She actually felt a little bad for them—it hadn't been their fault they'd been assigned such a mission. How were they ever going to explain this away without losing all their dignity? She didn't know how much self-respect she'd be able to muster if she'd been stripped to her underwear to ensure she wasn't hiding any more weaponry and then left in a pile on the road, waiting to be found by helpful travelers.

Oh well. That was their problem, not hers, as long as they didn't try to get back into Fire Country.

"It was Sharingan no Kakashi," Ichigo swore, putting a hand over his heart.

"But not just him!" Kenpachi chimed in. "He had a whole ANBU squad disguised as a Chuunin team with him. Our cover must have been broken before we ever got into Konoha."

"Yeah," Mei added sincerely. "You should have seen them! They had an oni with them, one with hair like fire!" She made a face. "A badly dressed oni at that," she muttered in an aside to a blue-haired man who snickered with her.

"Don't forget the man with the massive shuriken," someone added from the back of the group. "Seven feet tall, he was, and blood in his eyes."

"And the last…" Ichigo shuddered. "Half naked boy, pale as paper, and crazy to boot. Kept trying to start fights with his own companions."

"We barely escaped with our lives," Hana added solemnly, staring deep into her hands and looking genuinely disturbed. "They were after us like Inuzuka hounds. If we'd been just a little bit slower…" she dragged a finger meaningfully across her throat.

"Jeeze," the border guard breathed, looking disturbed. "Just… Here, you'd better go in straight away."

"Hard mission?" His partner asked when he returned just in time to see a large group of shinobi in peasant plainclothes stagger into the village.

A bit smug at having gotten the juicy gossip, he nodded vigorously. "I'll say! They just got back from fighting Sharingan no Kakashi and an entire Konoha ANBU squad! One of them had a demon mask and red hair to match!"

The detail was compelling, after all. Konoha always seemed to use animal symbols for their ANBU. What kind of monsters had that team run into?

"Ha!" his coworker scoffed, toasting the weary travelers' backs with his water bottle. "Course they did. What a few ANBU compared to real shinobi? They're good enough for Konoha work, of course, but up here, ninja just come tougher."

OMAKE

Because they did have more than one mission as a group…

"This is ridiculous." The whine was uncharacteristic. But Sasuke had been pushed to the limits. "I mean," he continued, gesturing stiffly, "this is our fourth C-rank in a row that was miraculously resolved before we got there. Once, I can understand. I can even be happy for the village plagued by bears that solved their problem on their own by realizing the bears were only reacting to territory encroachment. The second mission was acceptable as well, even if we still don't know how that missing nin ended up dead before we got there."

"I know, I know," Aiko agreed, irritated. "And this last mission. It was…" She gave a helpless shrug. "It's positively surreal that the leader of those bandits decided he would rather finish his education and work in finance, forever abandoning a career robbing traveling merchants to transition to legally getting their money."

Tsunade snickered. "Tell me about the third one, again? I've forgotten how that turned out."

"We don't talk about the third mission," Kakashi said darkly, fingers tightening on the open book he wasn't reading.

Sai furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to speak.

He was cut off by Sasuke. "We Don't. Talk. About the third mission," he practically hissed.

Poor Sai looked confused. Aiko reached over and patted his hand reassuringly, completely missing the way that Sasuke's eyes narrowed in sheer irritation. He didn't like her being nice to Sai. But he was just so adorably lost in conversations all the time that she couldn't help but want to help him out.

"Your luck as a team is positively bizarre," Tsunade allowed, somehow managing to seem somewhat professional despite the fact that they all knew she was on the verge of cackling at their misfortune. "I can't imagine a shinobi with stranger luck."

Naruto gave a vicious battle-cry, parrying an oversized sword with the ice cream spoon he'd been using when a group of drunks invaded the festival. He was almost glad the pervert wasn't here because he was just so embarrassing. There were only ten guys—he could take 'em.

"And anyways," Tsunade decided, waving a sheaf of papers at the group, "That's all in the past, now. I'm sure that this mission will work out!"

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

[hesokuri-wars]

Are you guys alright? Like, personally? I'm worried about you :[

✨I can only speak for myself, but I’m alright! Sorry to have just vanished without a word. I honestly didn’t intend to and always hoped I’d get back into the swing of this

Last year I started a new job that is really physically and sometimes emotionally exhausting. I’m very happy there!! But I also have 2 part time jobs on top of that, so I’m just a wee bit burnt out and tired lmao

I've been Chronically Offline for a while, not just here; working 5-7 days a week without weekends or holidays means my free time is quite limited. And yeah, that free time has not included Heso at all, so I really can’t answer any questions about the game from the last year even when I am rarely around :/

So like... when will I come back? Will I come back? Big shrug. I do love the game and this community, I just don’t have the energy for it like I used to. So don't get your hopes up, I guess. Sorry

(And yes, I literally can't figure out how to format my mod icon into this post ✌😎✨)

💙Mod Kara

(Actually, it's great that you don't have a mod icon, because I can't be bothered myself to recover my own batch of icons for this post. This is good.)

Heeey, anon. It's super sweet of you to have sent in this ask, so I thank you for your concern. To answer your question, I'm doing fine, too. Like Mod Kara, I've got a job as well, but unlike her, I'm as online as ever, so what's my excuse?

Well, I haven't exactly touched anything Heso-related in... since the last time I posted actual Heso news, whenever that was. At one point, I sort of just stopped opening up the game and mostly left things up to Mod Kara. Truth be told, it's been a long time since I've actively been interested in Heso for a variety of reasons, ranging from my issues with the game itself, my current dedication to other interests, and the admittedly less-than-ideal way that I perceive this blog that I've owned for the past 5 years.

I'm aware that my explanation isn't as... justified as Mod Kara's. She's not active because she genuinely has too much on her plate at the moment, while I'm not active for reasons that can essentially be boiled down to I Don't Want To. Because of that, I do feel some degree of guilt for not being around for people who follow this blog, so I'm not going to bother defending myself. All I can really say without going full-blown TMI is that there are a handful of different factors that contribute to my lack of motivation, and I simply can't take responsibility for a long-term help blog when I'm like this.

Does that mean I'm quitting, or does that mean I'll be back one day? I'll just repeat what Mod Kara said above: Big shrug. I've learned a long time ago that I'm wildly inconsistent, so I'd feel like I'm lying if I committed to one particular resolution right now. And thus... I guess you could say this is a really belated hiatus announcement?

(inb4 anyone asks if we can just get new mods on board: that would be the obvious solution, but those things have only led to mods being cyberstalked. out of the question.)

~Mod Ichi (I’m sorry if I’m late!) As for me... it’s really been a mixture of things! I’ve made a lot of big steps in my life and I’ve gotten a lot more busy at work now that I’ve taken on more roles. I also recently got married so that’s awesome! (Planning the reception party has been so stressful aaa...) My wife and I are also looking to move into a new place soon, so that has also been taxing.

But to be honest, it’s also because on my end, like Mod Ichi, I’ve also been interested in other things. Between work, my social obligations and my other hobbies, my attention has been pulled in a million different directions. I feel really bad and I’m sorry to all of the folks who still follow the blog and look for news / updates.

But all the same, thank you always to everyone for all of your support. It means a great deal and it’s very sweet of you to check on us. ~ 💚 Mod Choro

#mod kara #mod ichi #mod post #omg hi guys we're alive #i struggled to answer this ask. too much to say #mod choro #cries loud

[so-tired-already]

The Virus

This is a piece I wrote for a writing contest. I don't know how good it is, but I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry if the formatting is a little wonky.

TW: Body horror, violence (not much of it.)

She hated it.

She didn’t understand it.

It made her feel sick.

Like her insides were about to be thrown up, like she’d faint any minute now that it's happened. Her entire life was flipped upside down and hit with a baseball bat multiple times. She’d never see her friends again, she’d never see the captain smile when someone told a joke, she’d never hear the engineer say another random fact that weirded everyone out, she’d never see the newbie smile when they did something correctly on their first try. 

She’d never see her family again.

She trembled as reality hit her full-force. As the true meaning of the situation weighed down on her. She cried, not knowing what else to do. It’s not like she can leave the room, like she can go see a crewmate for comfort, for help. She’d kill them all if she stepped a millimeter outside the door leading into the hallway. Why was the world so cruel? Why were humans so cruel? Why would anyone, anything create such a dangerous creature? Something that actively makes you aggressive, violent, crazy? 

It didn’t make sense.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated it.

It made her angry, made her want to lash out, to break something. Suddenly, images of dead crewmates, with visibly broken bones, bleeding over the living room floor flooded her eyesight, making her gasp and stumble backwards into the bed, which snapped her out of it. 

No.

No.

NO!

She will not break under pressure. She will not harm her friends, her family. She can’t. She can't lose them, she’d never survive space without them. The loneliness, the quiet, the isolation, would kill her before the creature would. It’s not like they have contact with home base to figure out a solution, or send her back to Earth, or get help. 

Help. 

They don’t have access to help. If she ever went out of the room, the others would never make it out alive. The escape pods don’t detach without home bases’ approval, the weapons room is the same, and the systems take too long to get taken down in a room. If she thought the situation was horrible, it just got worse with that realization. She really needs to stay in this room, but she’s getting cabin fever, she’s itchy to move, to do things around the ship. She’s also hungry, but with another blow to her hope that she’ll get through this, she finds that she’s hungry for humans. 

Dang.

The monster has more control over her than she thought. If she’s thinking of what she’s thinking, if she’s thinking of doing what the monster is making her think of doing, she has little chance. And she knows this. Her crewmates knew it too, apparently, if what the speaker in her room said was true.

“Head Engineer, we’ve seen the test results. The creature emits a sort of chemical that affects your behavior in an aggressive manner. You’ll lose control of yourself quickly, in about 10 hours. We’re trying to find a way to remove and contain the being, so sit tight. The newbie is bringing you food.”

The speaker crackles as it gets turned off. The head engineer is frozen, terrified because of what she heard. The test was taken yesterday. How she managed this far, she didn’t know, but she won’t make it far enough. And the newbie is coming to her room. The creature inside her feels giddy at the thought, making her more sick. 

It’s going to kill them, she thought. They’re going to die and I can do nothing about it.

And there’s nothing they can do about it too! Thought the creature. 

Oh god.

They’re all going to die. And it’d be all her fault.

Why?

Why’d she decide to go into that room? Why’d she ignore the warnings on the door and from her friends? Because of a stupid little mistake, everyone was gonna suffer. Whoever decided that that's how life works sometimes is going to get punched if she ever meets them.

As the engineer started to spiral, a strange smell entered the room. 

“Hey, miss. I have your food! How are you doing?”

Oh no.

Oh no. 

Oh no, no, no, no, NO.

Dang it. 

Panicking, trying to get away from the smell, the Head Engineer backs away from the door, bumping into the wall when there’s nowhere to go.

“Miss, are you alright?”

She looks up, schooling her face so as to not alarm the newbie. They can’t know They can’t know that they have less time then they thought.

“Yeah, fine. Just a little freaked out. Tired.”

But she’s not fine, because the smell is getting more and more appetizing, and the creature is getting more and more hungry. 

“Understandable. Getting that type of news, I’d crumble apart. I’m kinda surprised that you’re even standing right now, no offense.”

Me too, kid. Me too, she thought.

“None taken. Thanks for the food. “

“No problem. By the way,” the person says as they walk further into the room. “I was wondering if you could help me. Have you seen the manual for the engine anywhere?”

The engineer made a strangled grunt, walking away from the newbie, away from what the monster craved. 

“I-I think it was somewhere in the Captain's office.” she stammered.

Oh no.

“Are you okay? You don’t sound alright.” They’re concerned

Good, they’ll come closer and then I can multiply!

Frozen, she felt sick to her stomach. Her vision was getting wobblier, a headache forming. 

Oh yes, oh yes! He’s near my grasp! The creature rejoiced. Vision going dark, all she could think of was I hope they get rid of me.

Oh yes! Sweet, sweet control over this stupid bag of human flesh and bones. Oh, how have I craved it ever since I was introduced to her body systems. Oh, and how could I forget that with this access, I may add humans to my control, like that lily-livered idiot who tried to fight me! That fool, how could he defeat a being as great and powerful as I? I cannot wait to feast

upon the other human beings that live on this space station. All of them smell so sweet, so delectable. Tasting them will be a wonderful experience, and so will infecting and controlling them. Making them lose control, panic. Oh, it will be so wonderful. Speaking of wonderful, there’s a human right there, the monster thinks. “Why, hello there, human.” 

They turn around, the light reflecting off of their helmet. 

“Head Engineer? Why the hell are you out of your room, especially without your helmet? You’re going to infect somebody!” they exclaimed. With a smile on their face, the creature said

“Too late.”

As horror showed on the human’s face, the monster attacked. They grabbed a pipe that was on the ground and ran towards him. The human tried to dodge, but got clipped on the head with the edge on the pipe instead.

“Sorry, but I need to take over this station now.”

Laughing, the monster opens the mouth of the human they’re in and allows its tentacles to bite the unconscious person. 

“Oh, how your flesh and blood taste so good!”

The creature opened the security system and watched the cameras, seeing that the other infected human had bitten three more people in the cafeteria. Switching between the other cameras, it found four more people scattered in the station, in the engine room, the cockpit, and the electrical room, respectively. Smiling to itself, the monster silently locked the humans into the rooms, and sent out an announcement to the infected ones telling them where to find the rest of the other humans. 

Smiling maniacally, the monster, the virus, whatever it was, went to the cockpit, walking past the unconscious, but newly infected humans being dragged out by their attackers before closing the doors to it with a flourish. Its plan nearly complete, the creature goes to check if there are any ships coming soon to the station. And there was, the Noxus, and even better? The ship was international. The inhabitants would get infected and then they would go back home, spreading the monster's virus to a greater extent than it ever thought.

Oh ho ho, the monster smirked.

This will be more fun than I thought.

#science fiction #short story #fiction #original character #original story