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uncpanda · 3 years

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Softball and Magic

Prompt: Oooh what about a Spencer piece where reader is friends with Morgan and one day Spencer and Morgan are out together and run into her and she is totally taken with Spencer’s adorable awkwardness? And she asks him out on a date

Warning: Mention of military husband death, KIA. Not graphic, just mentioned.

AN: In which Haley and Hotch live happily ever after. Mianly because I came close to making this a hotchx reader fic.

You’re at an outdoor cafe, you have an iced lemonade and a very desperate man sitting in front of you.

“Look, I need a ringer.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “You need people who actually know how to play baseball.”

Derek grins, “Do I ever. That is why I came to you. Four years of college softball would give the FBI team just the edge we need to win. I refuse to lose to those secret service pricks again.”

You laugh. You’d met Derek years ago, been partners back when you’d both been Chicago PD. You’d been a rookie and he had been your mentor. Eventually, he’d left for the FBI, you’d gotten married to a marine and had transferred to MPD when he had been stationed in DC.

The two of you had reconnected when your husband had been killed overseas. Suddenly you’d been a widowed mom, of a two year old, at the ripe age of twenty-nine. Derek had sought you out and been a support system.

He bats his eyes at you, “Please.”

You laugh, “Fine, but you owe me baby sitting.”

“Deal.”

Two days later you load Jamie into your car and head to the field. You sling your softball backpack over your shoulders, before getting Your son out. He insists on walking. The days of him riding around on your hip are happening less and less, and it’s probably a good thing considering he’s getting bigger and bigger.

You find relief in the fact that he still wants to hold your hand. Of course, he pulls away the moment he sees Derek, and makes a mad dash towards his honorary uncle. Derek scoops him up, swings him around, and then sets him back down. You’re a little shocked to find a few other kids loitering around the ball field.

Jamie looks up at you, “Can I go read mama?”

You nod, “Of course baby.”

You stop in front of a grinning Derek, “What’s he reading?”

“The Lord of the Rings.”

Derek stares at you, “Y/N . . .”

You sigh, “I know. Let’s play ball, you can pressure me about things later.”

“Have I mentioned I love you?”

“I have a bat and I’m not afraid to use it.”

He laughs, “Let me introduce the rest of the team; That’s Hotch, Rossi, Reid, Will, and Prentiss. The pregnant lady is JJ, the blonde is Haley, Hotch’s wife, and you know Baby Girl Garcia.” Penny waves at you and you wave back. Derek continues, “They’re going to keep an eye on the kids; Jack is Hotch’s son and Henry belongs to JJ and Will. You guys, this is my very first partner, Y/N. She also happens to have played some ball in college.” You give him a look and he holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, she had a full athletic scholarship to play ball.”

Rossi grins, “That means we might actually have a shot.”

Everyone heads to their positions as you take your place on the pitching mound. Three hours later you are beyond sore. It’s been awhile since you’ve used these muscles. Derek wraps an arm around your shoulder, “You were on fire out there!”

“Thanks. I try.”

“MOOOOOM!”

Your head whips towards a crying Jamie. He’s slipped on the bleachers. Before you can get there, Reid is in front of him and doing a close up magic trick. The tears slowly come to a stop, and you move closer to hear him reassure your son that he’s okay.

Morgan squeezes you, “Reid is good with kids, he’s single, and a literal genius.”

You groan, “Is that the real reason you asked me to come today? You want to set me up.”

“Pretty boy has had his fair set of challenges including watching his girlfriend be killed in front of his eyes a year or so ago. You guys are into the same geeky stuff, and I just want you to be happy . . .”

“You meddle more than those old church ladies you used to complain about.”

He whispers in your ear, “Give him a chance.”

You sigh. You haven’t been on a date since your husband’s death. You’ve been completely focused on Jamie and work . . . in that order. You suppose there’s no harm? You move forward, and smile when you see that he’s laughing now. You stop about a foot away.

Jamie smiles at you, “Mama!”

“Hi baby.”

“Spencer showed me a magic trick!”

Spencer smiles at you, “I hope that was okay.”

“More than. Thank you, for helping him.”

Jamie interrupts you, “Can I try the magic trick.”

You bend down to his level, “How do we politely ask that?”

Jamie grins and looks up at Spencer, “Excuse me, may I try the magic trick please?”

Spencer laughs, “Of course.” He hands the cards over, and Jamie trots a few feet away to go practice the trick.

You watch him run off. There’s a moment of silence before he says, “He’s incredibly intelligent. He figured out how I did the trick.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I know.”

“Have you had him tested?”

You shake your head, “No. But he could read by the time he was two, he’s taken apart more than one toaster, and he’s . . .”

“A genius, and you’re terrified.”

You laugh, “I’m scared I won’t be able to keep up.”

“That doesn’t matter. Love him, be there for him, and take an interest in the things he likes, and he’ll be fine.”

“Speaking from experience Dr. Reid?”

He nods, “Also try to avoid public school . . . if you can.”

You smile, “Bad experiences?”

“You could say that. And if you need help or anything I’m happy to help.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, and let out a breath, “That’s kind of you.”

He shrugs, “Derek talks about him all the time. When he mentioned that Jamie was reading Lord of the Rings at age four I put two and two together.”

“Do you think I should have him tested?”

He shakes his head, “Wait until he goes to school. No use in labeling him early. It’s not going to change anything. Let him enjoy being a kid.”

Derek was right, you like him. You hate when Derek is right. There’s a moment of silence and you ask, “Would you like to get dinner some time?”

He blushes before he smiles and says, “I’d really like that.”

“You can’t tell Morgan you realize?”

“Absolutely. He’s been bugging me about meeting you for weeks, if he finds out his plan worked we’ll never hear the end of it.”

You laugh, and call Jamie over. Unsurprisingly he’s already mastered the trick. Spencer makes a big deal out of praising him, and you say, “You know Jamie and I were going to go get ice cream, do you want to come?”

“Really?”

You nod, “Pre-date?”

“Absolutely.”

And the three of you start walking to the car, and you know that you’re never going to hear the end of this from Derek.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid reader insert #spencer reid and reader #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic

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tulipanthousa · 4 years

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Any dukeceit mpd headcanons? Is it different having sex w your true love?

it is different for them, but true love in general not in any specific or magic way - like, a sex-repulsed with a true love isnt going to feel any different about it with their true love, that would be yikes

but for dukeceit specifically its more of a trust thing

before Devin, Remus wasn’t really interested in any kind of sex that resulted in actual emotional vulnerability, because he wasn’t interested in any of his sexual partners emotionally at all

so it was mostly hook-ups and friends with benefits arrangements. when he had kinkier sex (with fwb usually, not hookups) there was obviously aftercare because he’s Not A Monster but it was more business-like than probably a lot of people would be comfortable with

so he is more into vanilla mushy-feelingsy-sex now than he was before, by a long shot

Devin is pretty much the exact reverse, but for same reason! Consent was a minefield for Devin before the curse broke - he had to be completely certain his partner would understand (and listen to) what he was trying to say, not necessarily what he actually was saying, and he never would have tried anything that might require a safe word for fear it would come out wrong. he didnt trust anyone before Remus that much, full stop

Now, that part of the curse is gone, and he’s much more free to explore that kind of thing

(and if Devin sometimes thinks that even if Remus hadn’t broken the curse, Devin would have trusted him with it anyway, well- thats his business, thank you very much)

#nsfs dukeceit #nsfs remus #nsfs janus #mpd ask #idk how to tag for this because is hrmmm there in the middle #consent issues #? ugh #anonymous #ask

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gabisartdump · 6 years

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For my birthday, my little sis’ said she would make a digital pic for me!

Bottom right is what i started planning it out with, and it morphed into what it is now! It was a mashup of lots of my fav characters. Still a WIP, but she’s the best!

See OC description below the cut!

Origin: This guy’s name is Criss, as in Criss-Cross. He’s technically a Ben 10 alien, but forms by pulling the essence/soul of various characters from other universes. Probably was originally a result of some universe-ending problem that was Ben’s fault to begin with (dimensional surge?). They’re pretty stable now.

Looks/Pieces: Main body is Genos’ machine body (OPM). He has Astro’s red boot-feet so he can actually fly (Astro Boy). Hair is a combo of Killua's and Deku’s, plus Edward’s braid (HxH, bnha, FMA). Right eye is Sebastian’s red demon eye; left eye is Rin’s blue one (Black Butler, Blue Exorcist). He’s wearing Danny’s white/red shirt with the wings of freedom and Eren’s jacket (DP, AoT). Those are Deku’s pants and belt. Hard to see are Ladybug’s and Chat’s miraculous ring and earrings (Miraculous Ladybug). He also has Rex’s goggles (Generator Rex). Obviously, Ben’s Omnitrix is on his wrist (Ben 10).

(not pictured) Mach 5 car with Voltron symbol. It acts kind of like a Voltron lion/Bumblebee fusion plus gadgets. This car is actually an overlay of Kevin’s car. The first time Criss waves his hand over Kev’s car and wills it into being, Kevin is horrified.

(not pictured) inside the Miraculous is a Kwami mixture of yin/yang.

Personality: He’s a flirtatious dork with a strong sense of justice and a knack for being a jerk sometimes. He can be REALLY scary when he wants/needs to be (’cause of Sebastian, Killua, and Eren) but it’s rare. He’s impulsive most of the time but is a thorough thinker under pressure. He’s got a bit of MPD because there are literally 13 people inside of his head. They all speak out of the same mouth, so he sounds insane 90% of the time, but they sync together in stressful situations. Criss tends to overthink in stressful situations, so Gwen and Kevin are there to ground him.

*Puns and Snark are a given with this bunch*

Has perks like: KILLING INTENT via Killua and RIGHTEOUS ANGER via Eren. Plus: an extra bonus of SADISM courtesy of Sebastian

Criss is a complete idiot most of the time, but in the middle of battle, he’ll just start talking about theoretical physics and trigonometry. Gwen doesn’t really know how to deal with him. (2)

They’ve got an. odd. collection of knowledge.

“How are we supposed to know what human beings are made of?”

“What, like it’s hard?”

He’s got like, a surprising amount of common sense considering all of the doofuses that make him up. Marinette helps w/that a lot.

Extra Perk: He is the ULTIMATE negotiator.

Adrien knows how to work the business man/fashion scene. The boy has got a walk.

Sebastian is awesome at the intimidation factor, but Deku makes him seem really trustworthy.

Ben, Rex, and Rin keep him low key and #relatable.

Marinette is the only one of them who has any kind of emotional maturity. She good at reading people too. The only reason any of this works. Keeps them on task for almost everything.

Merging: Criss is a mesh of essences and memories, but all inside are aware of what is going on. When in separated by ‘verses, they have almost an empathic/telepathic link where they can sometimes send pulses/images down the link. Every once in a while, one of them can ‘pull’ on the essence of someone else to help them. However:

In order to fully merge, all of them of must agree, but it’s usually not a big deal; it’s pieces of the characters’ souls that are transferred, not their bodies. It doesn’t really affect what they are doing atm unless it’s super complicated.

Weaknesses:

The Ultimate Klutz, unfortunately. Sorry Mari. Very ADHD and seems to have a pretty severe MPD, for obvious reasons. Kind of off-putting as a person. Extremely draining form when in combat, Ben will sleep for days afterwards.

Powers:

Obviously, Criss has got Super-strength from multiple people and exceptional sneak ability and balance (most of the time).

Danny:

- ectoplasm blast

- can briefly become intangible but not invisible

“Why are you all so friggin’ dense???”

- can fly a space ship

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know how to fly an Earth space shuttle!”

“I do!”

“YOU DO?!”

“How?!?”

“Simulations.”

“...We’re all going to die.”

Rex:

- able to transform legs into a bike

- can talk to machines

Astro:

- legs can fly

Ladybug:

- creation power helps with [inventory] power from the Gamer

- Because Criss has both the earring and the ring, he is technically a god. (1)

- Marinette’s stubbornness overrules all, and she can take control of Criss completely when they’re being really annoying. Sebastian occasionally assists. The two of them have the ability to literally shove everyone back to their home dimension, leaving behind an intimidating, girly version of Ben with red eyes. Ben’s still there but he’s been silenced by fear.

Edward:

- can do alchemy

“Wait, we can do magic?”

“No.”

Rin:

- He can COOK! It’s actually really good, and Gwen is pretty tempted to keep him as Criss.

Kevin: “Since when can you cook Ben?”

Criss: “I am a man of many talents.”

Also Criss, immediately after: “They’re my talents, Kitchen Failure.”

- Demon fire

- can perceive/talk to demons

Chat:

- Cataclysm

- The unmatched ability to perch on top of/in lockers, waiting to scare anyone with great relish.

HILARITY to be found in this ‘verse:

a. Someone asks his opinion on something and he literally just freezes from indecisiveness.

b. He’s like half a foot taller than Kevin, and Kevin is pissed.

Kevin thinks Criss is way cooler than Ben tho’ so it’s cool.

c. On one instance, one of the guys has been forced/dared into wearing something hideously embarrassing in his home ‘verse. Cue him being horrified as he’s pulled into Criss in a time of crisis, thinking it will transfer with him. Turns out that their shared body is more made up of their mental images than anything.

“Why’d you seem so worried when you showed up?”

*sends mental image*

*muffled snickers and exclamations and an overall sigh of relief*

d. (1) It’s a thing with him, like his war cry.

“I have the power of God and anime on my side” - said in the midst of battle

Gwen and Kevin. Need It To Stop.

“You dare defy your God?!?”

“Shut up Ben.”

“It’s Criss!”

Sebastian hates it. Therefore, when ever Criss yells it, he rolls his eyes at himself. It’s a little bit hilarious.

e. A lot of them are SUPER excited at the idea of aliens. Some; not so much.

“A-Aliens?!”

“I thought they were EVOs, but clearly they’re from outer space.”

“Cool!”

“Eh, I’ve dealt with worse.”

f. Sporadic cursing via Edward. and fake cursing via Danny

“You frigging fruit loop!”

“What?”

g. Randomly, one of them will just give a full-body shiver and say “Oh, this is disgusting.”

h. (2) Criss actually has a modicum of common sense, so Kevin is really impressed at first.

“Wow, it’s almost like you’re a real, rounded person!”

*Eren screams*

“Never mind.”

I. They get a lot of awkward questions.

Some Behind-the-times Surfer Dude: “So, like, are you a boy or a girl?”

*silence*

Criss: “I am a GOD!”

Kevin, absolutely done: “SHUT UP”

. . .

Gwen, later: “He’s technically right, you know.”

Kevin, nearly crying: “Yeah, but denial is the only thing keeping me going at this point.”

J. Sometimes, Criss gets SUPER DUPER excited, for various reasons.

Deku, about other heroes/aliens,

Adrien, about anime,

Sebastian, about cats,

etc.

It’s slightly adorable, slightly disturbing.

K. Criss randomly starts talking about fashion, mostly due to Marinette, and shows surprising prowess

Gwen, vaguely disturbed: “Um, have you seen your outfit?”

Criss: “Yes and I hate it.”

L. Criss can and will have conversations/arguments with himself out loud for hours on end. They can be about anything. Literally. Anything.

@tharkflark1

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hotcocosharing · 6 years

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Lose To Win Chapter 21: Last Apology

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 21 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s OC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s OC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Shuichi, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota

Summary: Soryu, Mika & Kaga had threesome, (click here to read) then one headed back to Eisuke while the other followed his target. Unpleasant surprises keep coming their ways till blood is spilled. Soryu’s shot and Kaga left him to bleed (to death, sort of)

Tagging: adrienneloves so you’d know what happens to Soryu and Mika. silver-red-rose & hifftn who’ve always been here for me :’( Thank you! I know this series is taking forever and if you’ve missed my feeds or simply want to know what happens next, let me know and I’ll tag you. Background: Mika went to the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order) and led to seeing her ex- Hyogo Kaga. With Jin Namba’s persuasion, Eisuke agrees to work with Public Safety, going on an eight days cruise trip with Kaga, Goto and Mika. What kind of mystery and danger await? You have no idea!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Chapter 1: The Reunion Chapter 2: RSVP Chapter 3: Recharge Chapter 4: Welcome Back Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime Chapter 6: Our Story Chapter 7: Stress Release Chapter 8: Play Thing Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean Chapter 10: A Real Man Chapter 11: The CEO Chapter 12: Boarding Chapter 13: What Did You Wish For? Chapter 14: Don’t Tease Me Chapter 15: One Hell Of A Night Chapter 16: Feeling Lucky? Chapter 17: Left In The Past Chapter 18: Poker Face Chapter 19: To Victory Chapter 20: Wish Comes True

Chapter 21: Last Apology

Your steps are fast, heavy and furious through the narrowed corridor. It is easy to get to the location but not so much when you and Goto have to keep a poker face with all the security cameras and passengers around. Cursing Kaga in your head, you bloody hope whatever trouble is up ahead is something manageable for just you and Goto.

He exchanges a quick look with you before bursting open the door to the deck. You rush inside, one hand already reaching for the gun that’s strapped onto your inner thigh but your eyes widen at the sight of a dark figure sitting on the floor with his head down.

“Goto!”

The two of you run towards the corner and you’re soon greeted by a rare yet familiar smile. “I’m okay.”

You get down on one knee and press a hand onto Soryu’s wound, it must have been at least 5 minutes but he’s still bleeding. Goto begins asking the obvious, who did it, how it happened and where’s Kaga. You would have told him to stop, saves the talking for later but this is the best time to get answers in case there’s no later or whenever that maybe.

Every breath causes a new stab of pain to the mobster but he answers as much as he could. “He’s following someone, next there’s a bullet firing at us. He’s chasing after the shooter.” Soryu takes a deep breath and you press the palm of your hand firmly over the leaking wound in hope to make a difference. Stop! Stop! Just stop! You need the bleeding to stop and medic, he needs medical attention now. The heavy mixtures of emotion is overwhelming, your thought processes stops, blinded by fear, anger and pain.

Thankfully Goto has already put an arm around Soryu and helping him up in no time. The drunk act is all you’d afford and lucky enough the place has quiet down since breakfast session is over.

You’d hear the vague gasps and questions firing in every direction as soon as you set foot inside Eisuke’s suite, the king himself particularly demands you for answers that you are reluctant to share.

“Luke!!” Your half scream and half cry has shut everyone up but not for long as the peculiar doctor has wandered off somewhere else without his cell phone. “First aid kit!” You bark and see from the corner of your eyes that Mia has run off to get one, your sight never leaves the wounded man.

He shivers as you apply the disinfectant, too weak to give further reaction. He would have pumped himself up for an explanation, reassuring his friends that he’s fine but instead, he places a hand on your cheek and wipes away the tears that you don’t even notice. “I’m sorry.”

He murmurs weakly, “I am sorry for that night, no matter how mad…” His pauses take longer each time as he searches for the right words, eyes occasionally glancing sideways while Eisuke orders Baba and Mamoru to find Luke. “It shouldn’t happen, Mika. You said no and I should have stopped.”

Shaking your head repeatedly, you sob and wish that none of this is real. Taking a deep breath, Soryu moves his hand from your cheek and join yours on his wound. “I’m ashamed. I am not the man my grandfather teaches me to be, I….” It’s getting harder for him to speak, probably due to the loss of blood or the fact that he’s trying not to let his tears fall, or possibly both.

You watch as he mouths the last three words with his eyes closed, “Soryu!!! No, keep your eyes open! Don’t sleep, no, you can’t die!! Your hear me? Soryu Oh! You can’t die!!!”

The suite has only gotten louder, Samejima and Inui arguing in the background, Eisuke yelling on the phone but the only voice that has everyone’s attention is Ota.

“Mirana, get ready, you’ve got a patient coming in for surgery now!”

Eisuke’s World

Eisuke Ichinomiya shows tremendous leadership skills even at times like this, especially at time like this. Collected, calm yet demanding. Giving orders to his men while Mika Hijikata remains a mess. He has thought about defeating her of course, in his own cruel way but when the time has come, he realizes no black mailing or competing would ever break her the way she is now. Perhaps his friend would be relief, grateful even. Soryu is such a fool when it comes to her, the woman who deceives them and nearly cost them their friendship.

Eisuke could imagine the grin on Soryu’s face if he’s awake but the king quickly pushes the worthless image aside and concentrates back to his phone, bossing Mamoru and Baba to clean up the mess on the deck, waiting for the regular updates on Luke’s whereabouts from The Dragons while Ota and Mia are running around to turn the VIP suite into a temporary operating theatre.

His eyes however are fixed on his best friend’s dying body, ironically enough Eisuke finds no urge to smirk at Mika’s state. He would have if this was one of the stupid Public Safety and he couldn’t quite recognize the emotions he’s experiencing, he never likes having them since they are unnecessary. He would have done anything to get rid of feelings if he could, his time should be well spent on other pressing matters like checking the background of this British doctor who doesn’t seem too surprised at the situation, finding Luke, (God damnit, where is he?!) catching the son of a bitch who shot Soryu Oh, uncovering the truth- whatever that might be.

This is no ordinary cruise, he has no clue of what or who they are up against but the unidentified group must be huge, powerful enough to be well structured yet under the radar without Soryu or him knowing. Goto pulls up some files on the laptop and gestures Eisuke to walk over without tipping the others off, the female doctor looks clean on first glance.

No sudden income or off shore account, just one dedicated surgeon who has saved a lot of patients. A lot, more than it records on paper. Patients who were on the bottom of waiting list or got dropped due to funding during new drug’s trial. Patients who were supposed to be dead had somehow magically survived.

Eisuke begins having doubts, she is likely to be working for the mysterious group but is this part of their plan? Setting up the reckless captain and brings him down while expecting Ota to get Dr. Edwards involves so she could easily kill whoever’s lying on the table. It doesn’t matter who they shoot as long as it sends a message- they know, about the undercover, the investigation.

What worries Eisuke more is their identities, their hidden agendas, the auctions, just how MUCH do they know? Oh and how he hates being in the dark with absolutely ZERO control! This cruise is not to the King’s liking at all.

Eisuke shifts his gazes back and forth from the screen to the silhouettes in the middle of his suite, heartbeat raising at the split-second of his hesitation- gambling between Soryu’s life and their darkest secrets. Whoever has the most to lose, it would never be Eisuke Ichiomiya- the man who wins it all.

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jolie-in-the-underground · 6 years

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18. favorite pairing to write

Oh well that’s an easy one at least, heh. Definitely Sans/Reader or Sans/Frisk Honestly it’s kind of the same for me since Frisk’s personality is so open to interpretation. She can be whatever I need her to be, just like a Reader. Really it just depends on if I feel like writing second person or third person for a story XD There are drawbacks either way, though. With Reader/Sans you’ll get people who just... self insert into the story way too hard and get nasty any time things aren’t going reader’s way, or if they don’t like how you’re having reader react because it’s not how they would react. Writing Frisk/Sans has the drawback of being less popular than Reader/Sans, plus those asshats that canon Frisk being a child and try to force their narrative on your fic and give you shit for trying to write Frisk as an adult. I am totally okay with people canoning Frisk as a child (I literally write a fic where she’s a blind kid dammit), but please don’t go around telling fic writers that they have to as well, that’s just shitty (as well as canonically unsubstantiated).

24. favorite scene you’ve ever written

Oof, geeze, this is a hard one...I’d probably have to say it’s either dancefloor and subsequent sex scene between Sans and Sam in ‘If You Love Me (let me go)‘, or the final scene in chapter three of ‘Angels in the Underground‘ where Sans battles Asgore. There’s some other scenes coming up in that fic that might trump that, though, heh.

46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

Lol, ya cheaters. Since ‘A Monster’s Penny Dreadful‘ is currently back in the lead in the fic poll, I’ll give you guys a slice of that XD Read it after the cut!

The kitchen was dead silent now, and your every nerve twanged with the tension of the moment until it snapped like an over tightened guitar string when a large, strong hand gripped your right wrist then pulled it, and the pistol you gripped, up behind your back with frightening strength.

“now is that any way to greet a new friend?” the man that had crept up behind you murmured in a deep baritone that sent a shiver right up your spine. Fear spiked in your heart, and it was only years of practice that kept your magic from bursting forth from you and blowing apart the entire apartment. Training kicked in, and though the man who gripped your arm with bruising strength was taller than you, you used his weight against him and hooked your foot behind one of his ankles, then threw yourself up and back at the same time. A sound of surprise escaped your attacker and he topped over, his grip on you loosening reflexively when he hit the ground and you drove your back directly into the center of his chest.

The air wooshed out of him with a grunt when you hit, and your back hurt when it struck the unexpectedly hard planes of his chest, but then you were rolling away, putting distance between the two of you. On your feet once more, pistol still miraculously in hand, you took several sharp steps back and put the man directly in your sights.

“EPD, hands where I can see them!” you barked, voice harsh as you cocked the pistol, hands steady, though your breath came quick and fast with the adrenaline that had flooded your system. You could feel the magic burning just below your skin, begging to be used, longing to lash out at this stranger who-

“hey there, sly, relax,” the man said, that smooth, velvety baritone of his proving just as effective at sending a shiver up your spine from this distance as it had from six inches away. Your attacker pushed himself to his feet as you watched, gloved hands up by his head as he did so, and you realized for the first time that he wasn’t a man at all.

He was a skeleton.

“i’ve no bone to pick with the police,” he said, grinning as he lifted his head and watched you just as closely as you watched him. “so how about you holster the ordnance there and we just talk this out?”

“You-” you began, then stopped, brain catching up to what he’d just said. “Are you trying to be funny right now?” you asked incredulously.

“who me? absolutely not, officer,” the skeleton said innocently as you stared him down. He was significantly shorter than Papyrus, just barely topping six feet to your practiced eye, and wearing a pale blue button up shirt with a charcoal vest and pants. His gloves were black, and though he was not currently smoking, the heavy scent of clove cigarettes lingered about his person. “there’s not a funny bone in my body.” A small, aggrieved sound escaped you at this further punning as the pale lights that lit his impossibly dark eye sockets gave you an obvious up-and-down. “you’re welcome to check, of course,” he added and winked.

((ngl I’m actually rooting for MPD to win the poll XD It’s the first fic I ever started for Undertale, even though I’ve yet to publish it, hah. AitU came up and bit me and wound up distracting me, just like WiyB did to it X’D Cascade of muse interruption... *snorts*))

#jolie answers #jolie writes #writing asks #undertale #quiksilvear

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plloo2013 · 7 years

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MPD - The guys spending time with their 6 years old son while MC is on duty

Hiroshi

Tadaaki keeps begging Hiroshi to bring him out for bike ride and Hiroshi was hestitating.

“Please dad, bring me out for a ride on your bike.” Tadaaki begged.

“What if you fall? Your mum will kill me if she found out.” Hiroshi replied.

“I promise that I won’t say anything to mum, please.” He begged again.

“Fine, do remember to keep your promise.” Hiroshi sighed but soon start smiling after seeing Tadaaki jumping happily.

Hanai

Tadaaki was nodding his head on the sofa, falling asleep soon while the classical music filled the living room.

“Tadaaki, why are you nodding off?” Hanai asked dejectedly.

“Dad, it is boring. Can we play computer game?” Tadaaki pleaded.

“Fine, but only for 1 hour. Agree?” Hanai signed but give in to his request.

“Yeah! Dad is the best.” Tadaaki jumped and gave Hanai a hug while Hanoi smiling happily.

Tennoji

Tennoji was playing catch with Tadaaki outdoor. After half an hour, Tadaaki sat down refusing to move anymore.

“Why are you tired so easily? You are a man.” Tennoji teased him.

“I am a boy and I am hungry.” Tadaaki pouted.

“What? But we just taken some food not too long ago.” Tennoji replied in shock.

“I am still growing.” Tadaaki replied back.

“Fine, let go grab some food. You are just like your mum.” Tennoji sighed and carried him while Tadaaki smiling happily.

Asano

Tadaaki suddenly called up to Asano and showed him some magic trick he created. Of course it failed to work and then started sulking.

“Come on, it is just your first choice. Do you want me to teach you the trick?” Asano laughed and easily made him happy with a few tricks.

“Daddy, teach me, teach me.” Tadaaki shouted excitedly.

“Come over here.” Asano smiled and patiently showed him until he understand the concept.

Eiki

Tadaaki wanted to play hide and seek and he went into hiding while Eiki was looking for him. Eiki opened the wardrobe and easily found him hiding inside.

“Found you.” Eiki smiled.

“Why you always able to find me easily?” Tadaaki pouted.

“Intuition.” Eiki lied while smiling, as he knows Tadaaki always hide in the same wardrobe. “Now it my turn to hide and you will come looking for me.” He continued.

Tadaaki started counting while Eiki looking around to hide himself. They continued with the game until Tadaaki get tired with it.

Kyobashi

Kyobashi and Tadaaki were having their lunch after heating up the food that you had prepared.

“Tadaaki, why are you picking out all the veggies? You should eat it.” Kyobashi asked him sternly.

“Veggies taste horrible and Dad, aren’t you also picking out your veggies as well?” Tadaaki replied innocently back.

“But…you are…” Kyobashi was speechless and not sure how to response.

Finally sighing,“ Fine, but let keep this a secret from mum. Promise?” He smiled and hold out his pinky finger while Tadaaki happily extended his.

Kimura

Tadaaki was not at his usual self and been hiding in his bedroom the whole morning. Wanting to make sure he was okay, Kimura made his way into his bedroom to find out.

“Tomorrow there is a speech and drama event in my class. I am afraid that I will forget my scripts.” Tadaaki whispered nervously.

“If you forget, just come out with your own script last minutes.” Kimura advised him.

“Can I?” Tadaaki eyes widen in surprised.

“Why not? I do that all the time. Let practice together?” Kimura pat his head and Tadaaki finally smiling.

Himuro

Himuro brought Tadaaki out for a walk and wanted to buy his favourite cake but both of them have going round and round the same street.

“Dad, are we there yet?” Tadaaki asked, looking very tired from all the walking.

“We are almost there. It should be around the corner.” Himuro replied, “Give me a minute to make a call.” He continued.

“Sakamaki, I need your help. I am lost. How do I get to that cake shop?” Himuro whispered into the phone, preventing Tadaaki from hearing it. “And stop laughing.” Himuro blushed.

#hiroshi kirisawa #kazusa hanai #yutaka tennoji #shusuke asano #eiki yachigusa #katsuyuki kyobashi #ryohei kimura #masashi himuro #metro pd closed to you #mpd #mpd headcanon

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Speed the Collapse

Important A/N: Speed the Collapse is set in the same AU as Sweet-Rot, which is a 1950’s magical-but-also-not-really, some-have-magic-some-don’t AU. It may not be necessary to read Sweet-Rot first, but it may help. This story is a Jerza and a Grayza. Sort of. On both parts. Mostly, it’s an Erza. It will also be a Miraxus. Likely. I would like it to be. I’m shameless and had a lot of fun with Cardinal and don’t want the fun to end.

Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Warnings: Rated M for graphic depictions of violence, coarse language, sexual content, substance use.

Summary: For brand-new, first-female-constable on the MPD, Erza Scarlet, the line between right and wrong had never been so convoluted. 1950 AU.

Speed the Collapse

Gin rested on Erza's tongue, both fresh and sweetened with a little bit of lemon water. She sipped the drink and though she didn't meet his eye, she knew he watched her mouth, the way her lips curved on the glass and left behind a press of red lipstick. The way he looked at her was indecent. She knew the kinds of thoughts he had. He also looked at her in the way a fox might a mouse. He didn't just want to fuck her. He wanted to eat her. His appetite was voracious. Everyone knew that. She was no mouse, though. Mice didn't have single shot Kolibri's strapped to their legs underneath their emerald halter dress. Mice didn't have brass knuckles in their clutch. Mice didn't have a badge that said Constable.

Jellal sipped his mint julep and his many rings winked in the golden overhead light. He was almost a part of the room sitting in his dark armchair, stuffed and gilded with golden thread. His hair was slicked back beneath his charcoal brim fedora hat and the suit he wore was dark and expensive, Erza could see it in the stitch. On his feet were leather two-toned oxfords that were polished to a high sheen. "So, Miss Scarlet, you finally grace Halo with your presence."

He had a nice way of speaking, slow and thorough and he rolled his R's just a little, betraying his ethnicity. She didn't know much about Jellal Fernandez and she picked him apart where she could. Men weren't enigmatic, though they wanted you to think that they were, her mother had taught her that at a young age and it was something that she'd held on to, Jellal, though, he kept much to himself. What was there to know? He owned and operated a speakeasy of sorts. Alcohol had been legal for a lot of years but to get into Halo’s private room, one needed a connection and a password and the grace of its owner before they could slip in through the secret door in the back. He dealt weapons on the black market to the gangs of Magnolia. He had connections to the police and to the government but Erza couldn't say how far those connections went. He was the reason she had her job as the very first female constable the Magnolia Police Department had ever hired and every day for the last six months, he'd had left her a single rose on her seat at the Constabulary. Something that made Mirajane blush and Gray grumble and Erza sigh exasperatedly.

"Did you finally decide to quit police work?"

"Why would I do that when you tried so hard to get me a job?"

The corner of his mouth came up. "You wouldn't get the same kinds of benefits as you would here. Good pay, perks like the use of the pool, meals from my gourmet chef—"

"Arrested when the police break in and tear Halo up," Erza interjected.

"Now why would they do that?"

"Why don't you tell me?" she whittled. “They’re here every week from what I hear.”

“Biasness.”

“Lies. Why don’t you try the truth?”

"I could be coerced into sharing business if you wanted to deepen our relationship?"

Erza smiled and it wasn't a very nice smile. Knowing she’d never get any further than that, she took the opportunity and changed the subject. "That's actually why I'm here."

Jellal sat forward and Erza resisted the urge to sit back in her own plush armchair. It was ridiculous, there was a narrow coffee table between them but she was very, very aware of their positions.

"Yes?"

"Stop sending me flowers," Erza said definitively.

Jellal asked, "Don't you like them?"

"No."

"I thought they were romantic."

"I thought they were ostentatious and obnoxious." He must have spent a fortune already.

"Your boyfriend hates them?"

"I hate them."

"I'm glad he does, I was hoping so."

She gave him a reproachful look and Jellal said, "Come out for dinner with me tomorrow."

"No."

"Why not?"

Erza faltered; not for long, but for a moment. "I already told you, I don't date criminals."

"Who says I'm a criminal, doll? Because if it was the police, I'd be sitting behind bars, wouldn't I?"

"You know it's not so simple," Erza said. "You're sly, Mister Fernandez, and slippery. You do dirty business and hide it well."

"Well but not well enough to fool Constable Scarlet."

She still liked hearing Constable in front of her name. She'd had Gray call her that for a week straight after she'd been accepted onto the force and it still wasn't enough. And to hear it said with Jellal's rolling R's? It was impossible to snuff out completely the flame of pleasure that was cultivated. “I’m waiting for when you slip up.”

Jellal’s smile widened. This was a game he enjoyed. “If you went out with me, it’d give you a better opportunity to catch me red handed.”

“I told you, I don’t date—”

"You told me that months ago."

"Nothing's changed."

"Because you won't let it."

Erza sighed. "You know when you send me flowers to the Constabulary people whisper.”

"And what are they saying?"

"That maybe I didn’t deserve to get my job,” Erza said, remembering the note someone had scrawled in the girls’ washroom just last week using lipstick on the mirror. “That I’ve been doing favours for you while I’m with Gray.” It made her so mad. “I deserved to get my job, Mister Fernandez. So what if you talked to the Commissioner? That doesn’t mean anything.” She’d still had to pass the physical tests and the psychological tests and all of the other tests that no one ever talked about, where the men pushed you and you had to be better than them at absolutely everything and if you weren’t, you better learn to be.

“I imagine it’s difficult being the only woman in a police uniform.”

He said it gently, not patronizingly but Erza’s back was still up. “Your antics aren’t making things any easier.”

Jellal did not apologize. “You know it wouldn't be that way in Halo. I have plenty of women that work here doing what you want to do; be one of those dames. Like I told you before, you don't want to wear a dress, Erza, doll, you don't have to. I'll have my tailor do up a nice pair 'a slacks for you. A good shirt too. You want a hat?" He took the one off his head and put it on hers; it smelled like pomade—pine, and was large enough that it slid down her brow and almost covered her eyes. "There you go. Get some suspenders, a pair of oxfords, you're looking sharp.”

“Mister Fernandez—”

He kept on going. “I'll get you a gun. You want a Tommy? It's yours. Prefer a Colt? Sure. Anything you like. And if anyone says a thing, it’ll be dealt with."

She had to give him points for tenacity. She pushed up his hat and looked at him from beneath the brim. “That sounds illegal.”

“That sounds like people should be shutting their trap.”

Erza never doubted that Jellal was dangerous—you didn’t become the primary weapons dealer in a place like Magnolia because you were sweet—but he’d never scared her before, not like he did then. She put her back ram-rod straight and took off his hat. Her do was messed up now, little pieces of scarlet flying away out of the knot of bobby pins she’d created. She didn’t fix it just in case he thought she was trying to impress him. "My answer's the same as it was the first time you asked me."

Jellal didn't look deterred. "I'll keep at it until you change your mind."

"I won't."

"Things change."

"Not this."

He asked again, "Come for dinner?"

And Erza said again, "No, thanks."

"Tomorrow at Langosta," he said like she hadn’t spoken at all. "Eight. It's a formal thing," he added and Erza told him,

"Still no, thanks."

He smiled and Erza's stomach did something weird she wasn't fond of. She put his hat on the table between them beside his mint julep and stood. “No more roses to the constabulary.”

He nodded his head and said, “As the lady wishes.”

“Goodbye, Mister Fernandez.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Scarlet.”

“Not likely, Mister Fernandez,” she sang as she approached the door on the opposite side of the room, over a floor made of Birchwood, honey-coloured and clean. Laxus Dreyar, Jellal’s right-hand man, opened the door for Erza with a smile that made her want to pull her gun and fill him in. She would never make it out of Halo if she dared. Besides, that wasn’t what a good constable would do. “Mister Dreyar.”

“Scarlet.” Laxus followed her out. Though he loomed over her shoulder, he never said a word. Erza was okay with that, men who talked were men who were trying to distract and that’s when they did things she didn’t like, like pull a gun and put one in her chest. She listened to his walk over the now concrete floor. Nothing was irregular about his footfalls so she assumed she was okay. It helped, she supposed, that Jellal was openly sweet on her. Unless she messed up and his men were ordered, she didn’t think any of his cronies would try to shoot her.

Only a couple of lights guided her and they were magic in nature, for with every step she took from Jellal’s meeting room, one of the orbs would burn out behind her, darkness chasing her back. She reached a wall with the light of just one orb in tact. Laxus came up beside her and felt along the wall’s edge. He depressed something and the wall sighed and eased back, letting the cool night in.

“Need a ride home?”

“No,” Erza said.

“Not everyone’s going to be intimidated by that piece you got.” He nodded to her leg; so much for pulling the wool over his eyes. “It’s still dicey for a lady like you out there.”

“As long as you’re here, I’m sure I’ll be just fine. That means no one’s setting me on fire tonight.”

Laxus developed a bland expression and she knew her joke wasn’t well received. “If you’re talking about that worm Tearm, he was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. You don’t lie to the boss, pretending like you’re one of us just to get some dirt, and walk away.”

Erza smothered her nervousness. “You don’t burn a man alive for it, either.”

“He won’t ever think that’s a good idea again, will he?” Laxus asked. “It’s action like that that makes sure no one messes with us.”

Ruthless; she’d expect no less from Jellal and those that served him. “It’s been a pleasure, Mister Dreyar.”

“You sure you don’t want that ride?”

“Maybe next time.” Erza deked past him and came out into the alley behind Halo. She could see the exhaust from Gray’s old pickup and that was it, the rest of the truck was hidden behind the brick wall that was the bakery called Missus Anne’s beside Jellal’s infamous restaurant. She walked quickly and missed her slacks; they didn’t confine her legs like this dress did.

Just before rounding the corner, she cast one last look into the alley. Laxus was still watching her, though he’d put his back against the wall and kicked his leather-clad foot up. He had a weed in his mouth and the smoke was curling over his head. He waved and she didn’t wave back.

The door of Gray’s truck creaked and people watched her, curious of the girl in the evening dress climbing into the rusty old farm vehicle. Erza slammed the door closed and Gray asked tentatively, “How’d it go?”

“He said he wouldn’t send the flowers anymore.”

“You should have let me go in and talk to him.”

“I’ve never organized a funeral,” Erza said while looking out the window. “Wonder what that’d be like?”

Gray got the point and worked the truck into drive. It always stuck, no matter what he did to it. “Being Marie Windsor’s gotta be a hard gig.”

“Being her boyfriend has got to be a whole lot better,” Erza said sarcastically.

Gray pulled away from the curb. “I’m just saying, there’s a reason why the femme fatale dies at the end. She takes too many risks.”

Erza said, “I already caught Mister Fernandez’s eye. It’s not like hiding in the shadows is going to make him go away. Men like him hunt best at night.”

Gray looked over. “I’m worried, Erza.”

“I’ve always handled myself,” she replied succinctly.

“I don’t want you to have to.” He had a peculiar lilt to his voice that Erza wasn’t sure she liked. “Not on your own.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Move out of your mom’s house.”

She squinted her eyes. “What? And go where?”

“My place.”

Erza laughed. “My mom would never let me just—”

“Then marry me.”

“What?”

Gray talked fast. “I make enough at the constabulary to take care of you and your mom if you want to move her in, too.”

Erza took some time to process. “You’re serious?”

He looked away from the road again. His grey eyes looked black by the lights of passing cars. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like I don’t know if you’re joking or not?”

Gray turned the corner onto Erza’s street. He did well to hide his sigh as he slowed in front of her house, the small brick bungalow her mother had purchased with her husband’s insurance money months before Erza was born. “Think about it.”

Erza tangled her fingers in her dress. “The only thing I’ve ever wanted to do was be a constable.”

He looked pained. “I know.”

“I’m not going to give it up.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking you to come home to my place at the end of the day.” He spoke again before Erza had the chance to. “I don’t need an answer right away. Talk it over with your mom if you like.” He nudged the curb with the truck’s front tire and edged it into park. When he turned to look at her, Erza’s stomach was doing another strange flop. She didn’t like how unsettled she felt that night.

Erza said the only thing she could. “Alright.”

Gray leaned over and brushed his mouth against hers and she felt the same thrill she always did, only now it was overshadowed by his question and she didn’t know what to think, much less what to feel.

#Jerza #Grayza #fairy tail #AU #crime #miraxus #Erza Scarlet #Jellal Fernandez #Mirajane Strauss #Laxus Dreyar #Gray Fullbuster #my writing

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cheznieba2a2 · 5 years

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Narrative Strategies W5

I’m actually torn up emotionally that this is our last narrative strategies lesson, I’m not ready to fly the nest yet

You guessed it, chapter summaries

Chapter 9

fully about the letter written by Lanyon earlier on in the book

Lanyon recalls receiving a letter from Jekyll telling him to get a bunch of ingredients from Jekyll’s house and take them to his home where a dude will come grab them at midnight

Hyde showed up (not recognised by Lanyon) and made a potion out of the ingredients

Hyde asks Lanyon if he should stay or leave to drink it, Lanyon replies that he wants to stick around to see what happens

PLOT TWIST once Hyde drinks the potion he turns back into Jekyll and obviously Lanyon is shocked

Chapter 10

Similar to chapter 9, this is in the form of a letter but this time from Jekyll

Jekyll explains that as a young chap he had a double life, having a good and a dodgy side to him

He focuses his scientific studies on this division within himself

The results of Jekyll’s experimentations was a solution or ‘potion’ if you want to be fun, that turned him into Hyde

Hyde basically meant he could do whatever without feeling shame

Jekyll started transforming into Hyde willy nilly and unwillingly so he stopped taking the potion BUT he was addicted so it didn’t take long for him to start up again

Because of that period when Jekyll didn’t take the potion, Hyde was repressed so when he relapsed, that’s when he killed poor, sweet Carew

This made Jekyll quit the potion completely

Now he was transforming against his will and during the day so he needed Lanyon’s help to get stronger doses of the magic stuff

The first problem was that one ingredient was completely run out and eventually when Jekyll got his hands on some it didn’t work the same, leading him to the problematic conclusion that the batch he used in the first place must’ve had an impurity

With his last remaining dose, Jekyll wrote a letter to Utterson explaining how he’s unaware if Hyde will surrender or top himself, but that he was 100% sure Jekyll was over

Reflective essays

We should follow 3 very important rules when writing out our essays:

Discuss the set text and how our screenplays were inspired by it

Discuss our writing process and the creative decisions we made

Discuss how we would film our screenplays

Unlike my blog, I’ll be writing this in the proper academic way, using citations and having a delightful bibliography at the end. The good news is though, it isn’t an academic essay and can be written in the first person since we’re analysing our own experiences.

Victorians and their take on mental illness

The reason we’re looking at this is so that we can get a better grip on the social beliefs that went into Jekyll and Hyde.

Having Jekyll and Hyde be two parts of the same person, which is even told by Jekyll during the story, was birthed from the ye olde Victorian theory that the different hemispheres of the brain hold different personalities. There’s also the reference to hysteria from Lanyon when talking about Hyde which back in the day was a diagnosis given to patients that have weird symptoms that don’t seem to have a cause (thank the heavens for modern science). Similarly to MPD (multiple personality disorder), it was considered a ‘feminine’ disease that usually only women got.

Gothic Horror

Jekyll and Hyde are arguably part of the gothic horror genre, since it slots nicely into those gothic-y themes of crazy landscapes v. imprisonment and re-emergence of the past. The book also shares the exploration of the limits of what is means to be human that the gothic horror genre contains, chatting about internal desires, outside forces of control and perverse sexual nonsense. One other fun little parallel is the use of the uncanny trope, which you can find in the depiction of Hyde and the disturbance he causes to anyone who see’s him. There is one notable difference between the book and the genre though, like Jekyll and Hyde going into the vulnerabilities of women.

Writing dialogue

Dialogue doesn’t need to be completely realistic - we can edit out all the pauses and hesitations

We gotta link that character’s desires into the dialogue

It helps to put yourself into the character’s shoes when writing the dialogue - really understand what would be said in that situation

Sometimes it’s better to go with silence over dialogue - tell a story through actions, not words

Avoid having the characters talk to the audience via heavy and completely unnecessary exposition - dialogue should not be a simple question and answer sesh, it should have an element of surprise and a neat flow

Be ruthless - cut anything that doesn’t advance the plot or reveal something about a character

Tragedy

‘when you lose control and you’ve got no soul...’ - Steps (sorry, had to)

The 5 stages of tragedy identified by Christopher Booker in 2004 and put into context with the book:

Anticipation - You can find this before the book even starts, when Jekyll was a younger lad and not only identifies his dodgy side, but also wants to release it

Dream - For a wee bit, Jekyll successfully lives a double life being good and bad

Frustration - Things aren’t going too fab for Jekyll and he starts turning into Hyde unwillingly

Nightmare - Jekyll caves into the urges to be naughty and turns back into Hyde but ends up murder a guy

Destruction - Jekyll ‘dies’ when he can’t make the potion again and gets stuck as Hyde who then proceeds to kill himself and gets found by Utterson and Poole

Conclusion

Talking about how to write both our essays AND our scripts was absolutely magical, I feel like this was certainly one of the most helpful for me. It was really interesting to talk about the Victorian views on mental illness, and is certainly leading me towards making mental health the key factor in my own script. Between you and me though, I’m still completely terrified to write this thing.

#narrativestrategies

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hotcocosharing · 7 years

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Lose To Win Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean (Kaga’s sexy fluffy smut)

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 9 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Ishigami, Soma, Ayumu, Namba, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota, Kirisawa Summary: Kaga’s SMUT!!! How does he REALLY FEEL about Mika’s return? Well for a man who doesn’t talk much, I hope this shed some light. Background: Another 6 months later, she was back at the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order)

Notes: makingastar / 111archravenue / laili2104 / nyanwoof Special thanks to these amazing friends, huge motivation for me to keep writing, plus my love for Kaga =P

Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean

“Because none of you bother to answer the fucking phones!” Kaga raises his voice as Goto picks up his suit jacket and avoids looking at him.

“What do you want?” You ask again, clearly annoyed. Playing and teasing you is one thing but barging into your place and yelling at you first thing in the morning when you still haven’t showered, ah uh no just no.

“Somebody has a class to teach.” Kaga glares at Goto who suddenly realizes how late it must be and rushes out the door after throwing you a goodbye.

“Okay, why are you still here?” You hold back a grin as you’re about to return a come back and call him clingy but you probably shouldn’t act too friendly around him, not when the status of this relationship remains unknown. If there’s no relationship at all then you sure as hell ain’t going to start one.

Kaga follows you to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you begin to undress. “Honestly, Kaga I’m tired and I am not in the mood to play. I just want a shower before going back to work.”

He watches quietly, with his back against the door and arms crossed. Glaring into the mirror, you ignore his satisfying grin and drop the last garment on the floor. You have no intention to tease him, he has seen it all. Rubbing bath soap with hot water hitting your back makes you feel incredibly good, maybe his piercing gazes has something to do with it as the steamy scene start to play in your head. How he cups your breasts and kisses them; how he remembers all your weak and sweet spot; how good he always makes you feel.

“Thinking of me?”

You let the water hit your face for few more seconds before turning around to see his vague figure through the glass. “Are you going to tell me why you are here or are you going to stalk me forever?”

The man chuckles and steps forward, sliding the glass door open and joins you in the cramped shower. “I have something to ask you.”

There isn’t much room left for you to take further steps back and you’ve been cornered by Kaga way too many times in the last 48 hours to even care. You simply stare at him, looking right into his eyes.

Fuck!! You miss him, so damn much!!

Caressing your cheek gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “What you said at the coordinator last night? That three words. What did you mean?” His eyes lock with yours, ready to detect any mistruths.

“Exactly what they mean.” You reply, closing the distance. “I love you.” There is no lie, no mistakes or misunderstanding. You love him, the Hyogo Kaga you once know and the man who stands in front of you now. Nothing has changed apart from his broken heart and four lonesome years.

“You are evil, you know that.” His eyes darken, palms cupping your cheeks.

“But you love me anyway.”

“Pfff, did I say I love you?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer with his nose just millimeters away. “Don’t you? Isn’t it why you’re here? Making sure that I feel the same way?”

“No.” He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. “God, you’re intoxicating.”

You smile and plant a kiss on his nose.

He’s never the romantic type and he hates the lovey dovey conversation but you are still a woman so he uses this as his code for “I love you” since he loves how you smell and how crazy you drive him, “intoxicating” seems fitting.

His thumb brushes along your cheeks, lips and jaw. Eyes heavily lidded, he looks at you, leans in and seals your lips, slotting your mouths together as water pours over. The familiar taste of his tongue and his roaming hands warm you just as much as the shower, he slides one of his thighs between your legs, groaning as you grinds your folds against him.

His cock hardens between them, your hand travel down from his neck, to his biceps, his abdomen before wrapping your hand around his manhood. You miss this feeling, his cock in your hand. Stroking, pumping, teasing, feeling his kisses against your skin as he loses control in you. Tracing your thumb up the vein on the underside of his cock, you circle his tip till he hisses and breaks away from your lips to your neck.

You pump harder.

“Fuck! Mika!” His voice echoes in the small space. His hand finds your breast, cupping it roughly. As much as you want his hands to keep doing his magic, you pull away.

Getting down on your knee, you place a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick before swirling your tongue around it. Enjoying his fullness in your mouth, you suck, hollowing out your cheeks. Swallowing as much as possible, you continue to suck up and down. Tilting your head with the tip of his cock pushes back beyond the end of your mouth, into your throat, your nose pressing against his base.

“Fuck!!! Ahhh, shit.. Stop!!!”

You pause.

“Now Mika! I need to fuck you! Right now!”

Releasing him slowly, his dick rises up against his belly, without further delay he pulls you up and lifts one of your legs up before thrusting in. The feeling of him inside you again is enough to melt you, an excited sigh escapes your lips as your bodies move in sync.

God, just how perfect this feels.

He thrusts harder, going deeper but not fast enough to make you both come. You moan, “Babe, we…. we’ve got work…”

“Seriously, woman.. you… you’re thinking.. about work right now?” He nibbles your ear and finds your clit with his free hand. “You need to be punished.”

Rubbing your sensitive clit with his palm, your moan turn into a breathless cry. “Ahhhh… Hyo… hmmmm Hyogo.. Ahhh…”

“Finally! Moan my … name… baby!!! Cum for me!”

His hips rocking harder with his hand rubbing faster, his groans and grunts joining your moan and whimper.

“Yes!!! Ahhhh!!! Fuck.. Yesss Hyogo.. please… Ahhhhh harder…!!”

He’s driving you nuts, your body shaking as orgasm hits you hard while he rides out his own. Still clenching his cock, you keep still while he slows down and pluses his release.

The room becomes quiet, so quiet. Just the sound of water falling over the two of you. He kisses your lips, sliding his shaft out of you. Resting your head against the wall, you sigh and catch your breath. With few more pumps, he cleans off his extra cum and takes the shower head to wash away any traces on you.

You watch him as he washes you, wondering if this is real. “Hyogo.”

He casually looks up like everything’s back to the way it is, you’re about to speak again but his index finger has got to your lips first.

“Shhh…. I don’t want to know. Not now. It could wait, I’ve waited long enough. Let’s wait till this case is closed then we’ll start over.”

“Start over?”

“Shhhh… Just shhhh… I love you, Mika Hijikata, that’s all you need to know.” Wiping the streaming tears from your still redden cheeks, Kaga kisses you sweetly one last time to end the morning steamy session.

Notes: This is probably my fav scene so far, sometimes, someone is simply so in sync with you. Mika and Kaga strike me as those couples who are just crazy about each other, precisely also why they drive each other away too. They seem so perfect together but could it last?

Next Chp here

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Lose To Win Chapter 6: Our Story (HLITF & KBTBB )

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 6: Our Story Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Ishigami, Soma, Ayumu, Namba, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota, Kirisawa Summary: Mika, Kaga and Goto head to the penthouse for their first briefing with the bidders only end up with a heated argument. Background: Another 6 months later, she was back at the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order)

Notes: Special thanks to my followers and readers who keep reading this series with the lack of smut ;) And like donnaintx says: “Of course we read for the smut but I love to know background info so I can understand the story more. Besides if a long story was all smut how would it be intriguing? There are only so many ways to have sex after all. Smirk. 😊 “

You’ve become my reasons to keep writing and sharing. Also a huge thank you to ladystar0710 , nasica , medievalbingeprincess69 , tsuki-tsundere who have all helped and given me advice in order to make this chapter happen!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Chapter 1: The Reunion Chapter 2: RSVP Chapter 3: Recharge Chapter 4: Welcome Back Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime

Chapter 6: Our Story

The nighttime view is so beautiful from here, only if you are in the mood to admire it. Kaga is right, running away is what you do. Gripping the railing as your face and knuckles turn pale, you angrily wipe the tears off your face with the back of your palm. You see it coming and you bloody deserve it, you have left him in the cold all these years without contacting or explaining anything to him. He has every right to be mad and vents in front of everyone.

“Mika?” A tender voice asks from behind as his hand lands on your shoulder but you couldn’t find the guts to turn around. You stand still, taking a deep breath before you answer him.

“I’m fine, Goto.”

His hand moves to your cheek to wipe away your tears, your eyes fix on the city lights as he finally turns you to face him. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me, you know that.”

You bite your lip, forcing yourself not to cry furthermore but he pulls you close with your head resting on his chest. You shut your eyes tightly, like it would prevent the tears from coming. “Thank… you.” You sound so weak and you hate it, especially when all the bidders are one door away.

“You can talk to me, you know?” Goto brushes your hair softly, this is your first time to be in his arms and you’ve never realized how well built he is.

You break away and laugh it off. “Sorry you have to see this side of me, I’ve ruined my make up, haven’t I?”

“Stop!” Goto holds onto your wrist, “Talk to me.”

You look down at your hands and he reluctantly lets go before you sit down slowly on a bench close by. “Would I sound crazy if two people very similar that seem to be perfect… are just …not meant for each other?”

With a wry smile quirking his lips, he lays a hand atop of your head. “I don’t think that’s crazy, it makes total sense.”

Seeing his smiles is enough encouragement for you to begin your side of the story.

Kaga’s POV: Four years ago

Don’t be nervous, I keep telling myself as she walks towards me. When am I supposed to take the ring out? Following her gaze to the Ferris Wheel then back to her beautiful face, so confident, brave and perfect.

“Why are we here, Kaga?”

I click my tongue and pull her close to kiss her, “Why the heck are you calling me Kaga?” She grins and looks around to see we are the only one by the pier. I slowly get on one knee. Me, on my knee for a woman. Pff, I’d have laughed at whoever think this’d ever be possible but I’m so fucking glad she’s found me, completing me and spending the rest of our lives together is all I’d ever wanted.

“You’re the one who wanna come here remember?” She turns back to find me down on one knee with eyes wide open, I can’t help the curl on my lips at her gasp and oh my god. “Mika Hijikata, will you marry me?”

“Yes!! Yes!!! You idiot!!” She yanks me up as soon as the ring fits perfectly onto her finger, wrapping her arms around my neck and seals my lips for the longest kiss before she finally pulls away.

“See how much I’ve spoiled you, woman? Bringing you here, letting you call me an idiot.” She’s too consumed to notice my nervousness while I hide the rest of my thoughts to myself. I’ve become an idiot but her idiot and it’s all worth it.

Back To Mia’s World

“Of course I’ll marry him, why wouldn’t I?” Your eyes meet with Goto who’s been patiently listening to your story. “We’ve been together forever, not that I have thought about marriage but who else would I want to spend the rest of my lives with apart from Kaga…… Or at least, that’s what I thought.”

You sigh and look the other side where the bidders are secretly peeking through the windows but Kaga is nowhere to be found.

“A week later we had dinner with his sister who announced her pregnancy then it suddenly struck me. Family, do I see myself starting a family with Kaga? Do I see myself as a mother? A housewife?”

Goto’s eyes never leave yours as you continue, “He’d want me to quit and become a housewife but I love my job as much as he does. I don’t want to be the person who sits at home and wonders if he’s gonna make it alive today. I don’t want to turn into the kind of woman who nags and whines that the husband is never home while I know damn well he’s out there saving the country.”

You look at Goto again, his eyes are still fixed on you even when tears start stinging the corners of your eyes.

“I panic.”

You bite your lips, the word panic rarely comes out of your mouth. Not even Mia or Jin know, you phrase it differently. “It’s stupid I know but I panic and I … I just ran. Cuz I already said yes, he’s not going to change his view, that much’s obvious. I… I just called Mia and Jin, left a note and ran as far as I could.”

Goto pulls you to his chest for the second time, probably not the best move since everyone else is watching on the other side and you don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. Being comfort in a man’s arms is dangerous, you know that far too well and distraction is the last thing you need when such important mission is up ahead. Goto has always been a great friend but not close enough for you to tell him about your disappearance at the time, it’s for his own good. Kaga would do anything to find you which is why you leave no details to Mia either.

Pulling back slowly with relief, you thank Goto for listening to your pathetic tale. “It’s not your fault that you panic, we are just human.” Well but it’s coward of you to run off than to talk to Kaga about it. “What’s done is done.” Goto puts a hand on your shoulder, “We can’t change the past. I’m here if you need me, whether to listen, to vent or if you need a shoulder to lean on, I am here. Mika, I’m always here for you.”

You smile, another dangerous move. Does Goto have any idea what he’s saying? Telling a woman he’s always by her side, always available when she needs him. Or do men just say the same things to all women when they comfort them?

Even Ota learns to keep his mouth shut once you return inside and you find Kaga at the corridor outside the penthouse. He stares, behind his cold eyes and bitterness, you see- he’s deeply hurt. The man is about to walk pass until you mutter a sorry. He pins your wrists to the wall with one hand easily, “I’m.. really sorry.” You apologize again to only hear his other fist hits the wall right against your ear.

“I don’t need your sorry.” He says through clenched teeth.

“I’ll explain.”

Tightening his grip, he leans closer and suffocates you with his tobacco scent. He’s furious, probably not just at you but also himself for wanting to kiss you. Both suppressing the urge to seal each other’s lips and take it further, you two have always made love during or after a fight. It’s fucking sexy, he often says with his signature smirk but not now. Not after he’s yelled to your face, not when you are only centimeters away, not when your hot breath is testing his limits.

The door opens and you both turn to see Soryu’s eyes darken at the sight, you begin to struggle. “Let go.” You state, it isn’t a question or request.

Kaga takes one last look at the mobster before switching his gazes back on you with a firm no. “You were in the middle of apologizing,” he smirks, “finish what you’re saying.” He grips harder and you let out a light whimper.

You steal a glance at Soryu and hate yourself for doing this to him too. “I love you, Hyogo.” The three simple words have such magical effect on both men and women, the impact is no less powerful whether to a mobster or to a cop.

Chapter 7 here

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