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hauntedhokage · 1 year

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Third Wheel

summary: Sasuke is a cute third wheel that Itachi only slightly regrets allowing to tag along. ao3 link

word count: 2.6k

note: no uchiha massacre, Itachi and reader are both around 18 and Sasuke is like 12 (but still wants to follow his brother around everywhere)

“Are you also going to the festival?”

The question is a silly one, considering Sasuke was watching as he adjusted his obi, but Itachi lets it slide without telling the younger one that he’d asked a question he clearly knew the answer to. As he aged Sasuke had definitely gotten a bit surly, being reminded that he asked stupid questions never helped with the angsty pre-teen mood swings and Itachi had no time to deal with that this evening.

“Yes, Sasuke, I am going to the festival. Are you going with Mother and Father, or your friends?”

“Yeah; I’m meeting Naruto there, but can I go with you?”

That puts Itachi in a conundrum. He wanted to spend time with his brother, since he very rarely did due to his work with the Anbu Corps, but he was also technically going to the festival with someone else. It was definitely a date, could he really bring his kid brother along on a date? Would you mind? Probably not, so long as Sasuke wasn’t annoying. But he was a kid, kids by nature were always a little annoying. It would be worse if Naruto ended up tagging along as a fourth wheel, since his essentially adopted younger brother had no filter, but they were easy to get rid of if needed. He was an Anbu captain and you were a special jonin, you both were more than capable of ditching a couple genin.

“Sasuke, your brother is going on a date tonight, you shouldn’t interfere.” At their mother’s intervention, Sasuke perks up considerably. Interest has been piqued, since Itachi had never so much as shown interest in another person before - at least, not like that. But to be on a date, he had to see the person at the very least.

“A date? With who?”

“A girl I know.” Is all Itachi says, smirk on his face at how immediately frustrated Sasuke gets at the lack of information. “If you’d like to go with me to the festival, that’s fine, but don’t plan on hanging out with me all night.”

“Yeah because I totally want to watch you make out with some girl all night.” That has Itachi rolling his eyes, but taking one look at Sasuke and laughing. The younger is confused, until Itachi gently tugged at the yukata the younger is wearing while saying, “You look like a ghost, little brother. I’ll be leaving in five minutes, if you’re not appropriately dressed and ready then I will leave without you.”

And it’s as he’s opening the door that Sasuke appears, quickly pulling his sandals on while letting Itachi know that he still had thirty seconds and the older sibling couldn’t leave yet. He can hear their mother laughing at them, and that has him smiling as he looks down at his younger brother before leaving the house ahead of him.

“Who is this girl anyway?” Sasuke asks as they walk through the compound, looking up at his brother and very intrigued by the smile on his face. Itachi smiled, but never like that. “Clearly she’s special.”

“She’s a special jonin, I believe you’ve met her before.”

“That doesn’t tell me who she is.”

“You’ll see when we meet up with her before you go on your way.”

Sasuke tries for the duration of their walk to figure out who it was. Admittedly, he didn’t know many of the female jonin nor could he think of any that were Itachi’s age so his attempts at guessing were few. Only to be floored when he sees who is standing by the entrance of the festival, dressed in a dark blue yukata that was decorated in red and white flowers. He knew who you were, you’d led one of his missions when Kakashi was otherwise busy, but he couldn’t think of your name.

“You’re late, Itachi Uchiha,” you scold playfully once they’re close, and Sasuke watches with interest as his brother leans in to kiss your cheek as he greets you simply. He had every ounce of your attention, the younger sibling not even so much as acknowledged yet and that was interesting to Sasuke. Usually he was the sibling who was noticed first, but that was always by Itachi’s design.

“Sorry, I picked up a straggler,” Itachi comments, and you finally look away from him to the younger brother standing just behind him. “Sasuke, don’t be rude.”

“I wasn’t- ugh. Good evening,” he greets, and you’re giggling at the brothers before you give Sasuke your own greeting. “I haven't seen Naruto yet, he’ll probably be late.”

“You can hang out with us until he shows,” you offer as you accept Itachi’s outstretched hand, missing the way the older brother glares at the younger to try and intimidate him into declining the offer. But instead Sasuke smirks, knowing exactly what Itachi was trying to achieve and knowing that he was absolutely going to pay for this later when he accepts the offer. But it’d be worth it; seeing his older brother be a human being and not the perfect son or shinobi was more than worth it.

“You won’t even realize I’m here.”

“I’m going to pretend that you aren’t,” Itachi counters, getting another laugh from you before he starts to lead you through the crowds. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, but I’m not hungry,” Sasuke states, only to smile smugly up at his brother when Itachi glares at him. “You asked.”

“Not you. You’re not here, remember?” And then Itachi turns back to you, who watched the exchange with an amused smile. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m with Sasuke on this one. Let’s just walk around for a bit and see where everything is, then we can devise a plan of attack.” Your suggestion is met with a nod from both brothers, and you let Itachi pull you in close before fully entering the crowded walkway.

Sasuke is already bored after just a few minutes of wandering, listening to the older duo talk about recent missions and plans for later days. They weren’t even twenty yet and they talked like his parents did, which was pretty lame. He thought his brother would be more exciting - especially considering who his date was. He remembered you using a killer fire jutsu and being able to fend off five different attackers using taijutsu alone, but here you were clinging to his brother’s arm as you talked to him about the geographical specifics of the Land of Wind. Riveting content.

“Oh, Itachi, there’s a photographer! We should get a picture.”

“I think a picture is a great idea,” Sasuke butts in, earning yet another glare from his brother as you lead them to where the photographer was set up. He didn’t want to be in it, but now that Itachi thought he did, he was absolutely going to be in it. Their mother would love it.

And that’s how he ends up standing on his brother’s right while you lean into Itachi’s left side, posing for the camera like he would a school picture. The photographer requests that they get closer, so Itachi pulls him in with an arm around his shoulder before the flash goes off.

“I hope your eyes are closed,” Itachi mumbles to his brother, and Sasuke rolls his eyes as he looks around. Still no sign of Naruto or anybody he’d actually want to talk to (since he was also trying to avoid Sakura and Ino who he knew would be looking for him), and that has him bothered.

But then he sees the game stalls.

“Think you can beat me at those?” Sasuke challenges, earning a look from his brother as you look between them. Things were officially taking a turn, and you were clearly interested in seeing how this would unfold.

“A challenge, little brother? What’s your wager?”

“Just pride, for now.”

The “for now” has you letting out a soft “oooh”, which has Itachi giving your hand a squeeze before letting Sasuke know that he wasn’t going to lose to a genin at festival games. The challenge was on, and you find yourself watching from the side as they get set up at a kunai throwing game, the first in a row of different game stalls.

“No sharingan,” you call out before they can really get started, and Itachi looks over at you with a disappointed frown. Did he really need the sharingan to prove to his brother who had better aim? Would the sharingan even help against a solitary target that wasn’t a living being? “At least try to play fair.”

“Just be ready to pick out your prize.” Itachi counters, and you shake your head with a smile as he’s handed his dulled throwing weapons. He was so confident, and deservedly so as he was a once in a generation shinobi (perhaps even more rare), but these were just festival games and not necessarily intended for Anbu captains. Itachi wouldn’t need to try so hard to be successful at this game, but you fear he’ll try too hard and see failure for what was perhaps the first time.

Six kunai are thrown, but only four targets sound as if they’d been hit, and you’re moving to stand beside Itachi to see who’d missed. Sasuke had hit all three but Itachi, ever the showoff when he felt he needed to be, had thrown all three at one target and all were angled just right so they’d all land in the bullseye. Around you people chatter in awe at his display while Sasuke calls him a cheater, but you can’t help but smile at this side of Itachi coming out to play in public. This was usually reserved for when he was climbing through your window after midnight, for no reason other than the fact that he could and wanted to see you sooner than he would by using your front door. Drawing attention to himself in public was not something he liked to do at all, but you were going to enjoy his spectacles when he put them on.

“You will be the reason they ban shinobi from these games,” you chide, but Itachi is unfazed as he watches Sasuke pick out a plush frog. That was obviously going to be given to Naruto, but the elder sibling chooses not to comment.

“Your prize, dear?” That was part of this, and you’re looking at the variety with a thoughtful pout. They were all very cute, but you make your decision after a moment since one of the two you couldn’t get - matching with Sasuke would only add fuel to Itachi’s competitive fire and Sasuke’s desire for antics.

“I want a monkey, please.”

“Bet you can’t scoop more goldfish than me.” Sasuke prompts, and you’re quick to turn to the younger brother to shut that down.

“No goldfish,” you decline, accepting the monkey plush Itachi hands over and holding it to your chest as Sasuke huffs. “Depending on how far you two take this, we will all run out of hands to carry these things with. We don’t need to take fish home too.”

And so you continue, watching as Sasuke and Itachi go along the row of game stalls to settle the challenge that had been laid out. Itachi wins every time, and you start handing his winnings out to children since you did not need more than the monkey he’d won at the first game. At what you hope is the final game, you gently tug at Itachi’s arm to get his attention and smile when he looks back at you.

“Could you please let Sasuke win this one?”

“I’m not that kind of brother,” he murmurs, but knows that he’ll melt if you kept looking up at him like that.

“Be that kind of boyfriend, then? He’s not going to leave us until he beats you.”

A moment of consideration before he nods, and your smile widens when he mutters, “The things I’ll do for you.”

And you watch, clutching the monkey to your chest as they get ready to toss rings onto kunai handles. Naturally both Uchiha stand as if they’re preparing to throw a handful of shuriken at a target, which has you smiling to yourself. Shinobi habits never break easily.

“Well this is a surprise,” you hear Mikoto behind you, and look over your shoulder to see the approaching parents of your boyfriend and his younger brother. “I thought Sasuke would be off with Naruto by now.”

“We thought so, too,” you start, looking back as the brothers start throwing rings. “But now they’re competing so I’m sure Sasuke forgot about meeting his friends.”

“What’s the score?” Fugaku asks, and you grin when you see Sasuke celebrating his victory as Itachi looks at you.

“Now it’s officially seven-one. I saved your household from goldfish, too.”

“We appreciate it,” Mikoto laughs, gently squeezing your shoulder as Itachi approaches with your consolation prize: a small weasel stuffed animal. “You took your defeat like a real man, Itachi.”

“Thank you, mother, I wasn’t going to let him win but someone asked nicely.” His arm is around you now, pulling you into his side and you nod your agreement. Sasuke is telling Naruto about how he beat Itachi, and you feel relieved that now you’d finally be able to have your date without a younger sibling whose primary instinct was to annoy his brother.

“Aright, later losers.”

“Manners, Sasuke!” Mikoto scolds, now alerting her youngest son to her presence and that has the boy turning bright red.

“It’s fine, truly. We know who the real loser was tonight anyway,” you assure, and Itachi waves off his brother who is quick to leave to avoid getting into more trouble with his parents.

“Well we’ll let you two go off on your own finally,” Fugaku states, and Itachi nods as he rubs your back while trying to be mindful of your obi. “Have fun, make sure to stop by that photographer.”

“And thank you for letting Sasuke tag along.”

“He was no trouble,” you assure before Itachi excuses you both and pulls you away. “Do you want to beat me at the ring toss to reclaim your pride?”

“I’d let you win,” he declines the offer, and you nod as you hand him your large monkey so you can properly wrap your arms around him. “I didn’t expect Sasuke to be around for so long. I’m sorry that he cut into our time together.”

“Please don’t worry about it,” you request, stopping when he does and looking up at him. He looks worried, and you’re not sure why since you had offered to let Sasuke tag along. “He’s your family, and I know spending time with him means a lot to you too.”

“At some point he’ll be your family, I hope.”

“You’ve gotta get better at the ring toss first,” you tease, laughing when he uses the monkey to mock you. “You’re such a sore loser!”

“I just hope you’ll make it up to me. I lost for you, after all.”

“Did you really want to spend the night with your brother trying to beat you at festival games?”

“No, but I’ve realized that I’ve made quite the error tonight.”

“I truly mean it when I say that I don’t mind that Sasuke was-” you’re cut off by a kiss, one that was truly unique to Itachi. Tender and sweet, his movements languid as he tries to bring you in closer despite the large stuffed animal in his hand making things a bit more difficult.

“The error wasn’t my brother,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you hum inquisitively. “The error was that I hadn’t properly kissed you yet because I was preoccupied by my brother. I hope that’s been corrected.”

“You’re more than forgiven, but can we go get food now?”

#uchiha itachi #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi fanfiction #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha fluff #uchiha itachi x you #sasuke uchiha

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ace-and-the-rpg-horrors · 5 months

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all the normal people create lore for side characters that turn up for one event and didn't even get a live2D model. anyways, Hibiki Miyake headcanons!!

firstly: this is the main silly headcanon, that he and Kohane are related, cousins probably- same demeanour, same vibes, same creatureness, similar face. bad eyesight runs in the family too

he lives with Kohane's family because he's orphaned. his mother and her father were siblings

he looks up to Kohane's dad a lot and does a bit of photography too, not as much as the rest of his family though

he's not much taller than Kohane so people always mistake him to be her little brother even though he's a year older

silly coincidence, he has the exact same birthday as Kohane, 2nd of March, just a year before

extremely ironically, he has a phobia of snakes so he avoids being in the same room as Count Pearl at all costs. once, she ended up in his room and he immediately collapsed, then upon waking up, he found that the snake had slithered on him and fainted again. Kohane was apologising for weeks

he lets Kohane drag him along to her visits at PXL, however, he often ends up running into Rui who very sneakily gets him caught up in a conversation and steals him away to watch W x S rehearse. he accidentally ditches her zskcqascngoepsexmpwqeq (shhh it's okay, Kohane can just call An who'll run across the city to accompany her in two minutes)

he's scared of the other VBS members xsidtfncerjitweorspjwpw

speaking of VBS, he wants to support his cousin, but he's too sensitive to noise and crowds to watch their events in person himself, but he still buys tickets and gives them to his friends

he's always telling Kohane about everything that goes down in Kamikou. this disappoints An because Kohane already knows all the drama before she gets a chance to tell her xjkudiguvoirentjepw

An: "Kohaneeeeee, you'll never guess what i caught Kamishiro-senpai doing today!!"

Kohane: "oh, i've heard!! he was disassembling a mean teacher's desk, wasn't he? :)"

An: "HOW DID YOU KNOW??"

Kohane: "i have connections, An-chan :)"

VBS didn't know that Kohane had a cousin at Kamikou for agessssssss

she wanted to introduce them, especially because they all go to the same school. but that was exactly why Miyake wanted to avoid that because of the anxiety and awkwardness of seeing people you know from school outside of school

VBS found out one day when they saw Rui in town and Kohane was going to go say hi (interaction idea from @slightlytoastedbagel )

Akito: "yo, Kohane, you want to stay away from that guy, he's proper odd"

Kohane: "... eh? Kamishiro-san is one of my cousin's best friends though??"

An and Akito: "WHAT."

Toya, who just knows everything: "oh yes, you're related to Miyake-senpai, right Azusawa? :)"

An and Akito: "WHAT."

he initially went to the same "elite" high school that Rui did in his first year, but left way before him, only a couple of months in, because he was getting bullied

it was said in the last chapter of Pandemonium that he wanted to be friends with Rui but took ages to reach out to him because Rui was always invested in his drones and seemed disinterested in everything else

for this reason, i feel like he regrets not finding the courage to befriend him sooner now that they're no longer in the same class

he goes shopping with Rui, Taniyama and Hayashi on weekends, they're all interested in computers and such

he and Taniyama are both a bit jel that Hayashi got to be in the same class as Rui and Tsukasa for third year

Rui just goes around visiting all his friends who are in different classes (ahem, Nene) and Miyake's always very happy upon seeing his purple friend being silly outside his classroom's window (and then his teacher shoos him away for being distracting)

he's asexual and panromantic

has severe social anxiety and is on the spectrum but undiagnosed (he went under the radar his whole life because he's "quiet") his special interest in technology was why he felt drawn to Rui. autism to autism communication

#ace's random thoughts :)#project sekai #pjsk #prsk #proseka #pjsekai #hibiki miyake #kohane azusawa #kohane project sekai #kohane pjsk #rui kamishiro #rui project sekai #rui pjsk #an shiraishi #an project sekai #an pjsk #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi

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aeroblossom · 4 months

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more on albedo and rhinedottir

what is transmutation, if not rebirth?

okay. i think i figured out the motive behind rhinedottir's creations, among other things.

bear with me and my poor explanation, i'm also really bad at linking sources lmao. do correct me if i've gotten any details wrong. much of this was possible thanks to conversations with a friend of mine!

rhinedottir's reason for creating durin, elynas, albedo and everything else was to find the meaning of life itself.

i'm gonna try and make it as simple as possible to get, i hope.

so, back in search in the algae sea, during the third orthant - cater gives us a riddle, to which the answer is 'love'. some discussion upon alchemy and the orthants with my friend later, we decided to match the stages of alchemy (in rene's given order) to the order of orthants we travelled. that makes citrinitas corresponding to love. the third orthant is also the one of the soul. love and soul.

so here's an idea i've had for a long time. one motive for rhinedottir's actions may be that she was trying to recreate someone dear to her through albedo. someone she loved - be it a family member, lover, anything. with my friend, i discussed how rene quotes aleister crowley's poem regarding the womb of pan, which is essentially a void where all souls originate and/or return to in the time of rebirth. durin and elynas both speak about how they existed in some empty darkness before rhinedottir called them forth - but not albedo.

albedo's earliest memories, he says, are of traveling with rhinedottir. so.

'primordial human project'. rene's search led him to primordial humans. he tried to become one and failed. it involved dissolving himself to be reborn.

'primordial human project' - consider, albedo is not an original creation, but a reborn being.

the rebirth of someone dear to rhinedottir whom she tried to make a primordial human.

why? because albedo is her last ditch effort at saving the world - just like rene. like how citrinitas corresponds to the age of glory for empires and their subsequent collapse with the coming of the stage of rubedo, rhinedottir - khaenriah as a whole - knew its end was destined, and they must have known this. she asks albedo to reach the far side of philosophy and create a better future for them all.

think about it. societal collapse is imminent, your country is crumbling, the end of the world is near and everything feels so utterly doomed. and you know it. you know you're doomed. she must have known of the world formula, must have known rubedo must follow citrinitas.

in the hexenzirkel trailer, she sounds just somewhat reluctant when it comes to being called a mother. you know what this reminds me of, who she reminds me of? ruan mei. ruan mei, upon learning of the infinitely transient nature of life, sinks into emptiness. she can't show love to the creations she's made with her own hands. she knows so well how short, and thus meaningless their lives are. she fears forming attachment - she dissects the scientific meaning of attachment in her character trailer instead of seeing it as something people just do.

rhinedottir must thus have attempted to flip the last two stages of alchemy to prevent their fate, yeah?

if everything is truly meant to end, if it's all destined to fall from rise, what is really the point?

most hoyoverse games are about fighting this sort of nihilistic thinking. the character of otto apocalypse makes it abundantly clear. otto's character takes great inspiration from friedrich nietzsche, whom many people misunderstand for a nihilist. however, nietzsche's philosophies were actually staunchly against nihilism.

rene tried to save the world because he wanted to believe it has meaning. it troubled him that the rise and the fall are void of purpose, he wanted to save it because he believed there was a point in its existence.

rhinedottir is no different. there is no force greater than love. and guess what?

in wagner's play 'the ring' - the dwarf alberich steals the rhinegold from the rhinemaidens. the rhinemaidens tell him there's nothing greater than love in the world. and what does alberich do?

he denounces - wouldn't you know - love.

like rene, rhinedottir became the scapegoat for the cataclysm for her deeds.

i've expressed previously that the primordial human rhinedottir was trying to create through albedo may possibly be the third descender. one who descends.

so, then,

that may be what dainsleif means when he says "we will defy this world with a power from beyond", no?

[side theory :: i once came across the idea of the twins being meteors. the rifthounds induce corrosion on you, making you bleed. gold corrodes. and gold on the earth is also theorized to be extraterrestrial, ie, it came from meteor impact. so then, what if the twins are the source of azosite, or any other such materials derived from gold, that khaenriah now prizes?]

so, tldr : rhinedottir, amidst a world rapidly approaching its doom having learned of the world formula, seeks to prove it wrong, to prevent it, undo it - she tries to fight back against collapse by finding meaning itself. there is nothing more transient than life itself, and thus she sought to prove that there is meaning in something as short lived as that. i'm shaky on albedo being a life reborn, but i do believe it's not impossible. he could have been somewhat dear to her that she tried to make attain the status of primordial human - descender, even - so as to undo the laws of fate.

(some screenshots of the discussion, NOT in chronological order)

#rhinedottir #albedo #genshin lore #genshin theory #rene de petrichor #ruan mei #fontaine lore #this took me a while but i cant say im happy with it #i pray to god my point came across #greatest of thanks to my friend who helped in making this #🏷

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kenmjiro · 8 months

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Secrets after class

¡Teacher!Rick Grimes(Aus) x ¡student! fem reader

inspiration: Secrets after class by comino inc.

Summary: you find your teacher sleeping peacefully in his office. While you wait you stumble upon a manuscript. A manuscript where the writing style seems awfully familiar...

TWS: Dramas, age gap, provocation,suspense, Romantinc comedy, Schoollife, Taboo, HighSchool

love is one of those thing that people can't really control.

One day you meet someone and the next you are hit with the realization that you are in love with them.

Being in love is a wonderful thing;however,what do you do if you fall in love with someone who is off limits to you?

I'm a book loving Junior in High School.

my love for books led me to join the Literature Club. The club is of course the best thing ever! It's full of exciting adventure,dreams,books,smiles! It just lacks one thing ...members. Yeah, sadly there are only two members in the club. My teacher and myself. But this year, I will changer that!

Have l mentioned that l'm head over heels in love with my teacher?

Moving right along! New year, new style!

“That's all for today, class. Be careful on your way homer everyone!” hearing my home room teacher's dismissal, l shot up from my desk.

“I have a meeting with the Literature Club today so l got to got” l thought as ready to leave, they give mee a slight touch on the shoulder

“Y/N”

“Whoa, maggie, what's up?” lt's my childhood friend Maggie Greene. We've been in the same classes since Kindergarten.

l have few friends, but she is one who truly gets me and is also a total bookworm. She is like the sister l never had. “Lemme guess, club meeting?”

“Yup! Today, l'm going to get permission to recruit new members!”

“Oh, that's right, you gotta have permission now because of that one incident, huh?”

Scrunching up my face, l nodded bitterly. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

*Sigh* “That teacher is unexpectedly tough, given his sweet appearance.”

“lt just didn't end well last time... However!Today is the day that l will get permission!” Speak decisively.

“ohhhh...well...l guess, you cant't come then.” Maggie shoulders drop.

“Huh? Come where?” l frowned.

“They cancelled basketball practice because they are using the gym for something else. So l wanted us to go to the bookstore with glen.” Glen is another classmate and childhood friend. the three of us are often together.

Glen and Maggie are couple.

They often worry that l'll be left by myself so they invite me along to wherever they go. But l am fine not joining them since l always feel like the third wheel.

“Nah, l'm good. You go ahead.”

“Wait, why? l need you go to with. You chose a great book for me last time. l want you to choose another one for me! so you really can't” Maggie dipped her head and stared up at me with big puppy eyes.

“That doesn't work on me anymore, nice try though.” Maggie puppy eyes turned into a full on pout.

“l ready promissed my teacher that l'd show at the meet today. l can't just ditch las minute.”“Besides, l want to get permission to recruit new members as soon as possible.” l thought as l bit my lower lip and looked at maggie back.

l don't know how long it is going to take to convince the teacher to get that magic ticket. So, it's a no from me dawg. But have fun with Glen”

“You know... l had hoped to hear about Andrew Lincoln's work from you today...”

“Staaaph! You know Andrew lincoln is my favorite author!”

“Ok,ok. But next time will you go with?” Maggie looked serious waiting for an affirmative answer.

“Yes! l promise.”

“Alright! l'm gonna hold you to that!”

“l won't let you down! For now, l have to go convince this teacher!

“Haha,good luck!”

With a last wave at maggie, l took off for the language department where my teacher was expecting me.

*knock knock*

“Huh? What's going on?” l stand with my hand still in the air after knocking the door. “l thought l told the teacher that l was coming today” l knocked on the office door again, but there still was no response.

“whats should l do?.... should l go inside” The teacher has never been late before. l wonder if something happened to him.

“Well, if anything, if he's not there, l can check the teacher's lounge. if the door is unlocked l can just wait in here.” l carefully opened the door

“Hello? mr. grimes?” The room was fairly dark, so l turned on the lights. That's when l saw a person slouched in chair at the back of the room

lt is my language teacher, Rick Grimes. He is also an advisor and a member of the Literature Club to which l belong. “Um... teacher rick?”

“ls he sleeping? During school hours?” Looks like he's asleep. “Wow, he looks completely out of it” Seeing his sleeping face, only one thought occurs to me: this is a side of him l never get to see.

“His skin is so fair and his eyelashes so long, He looks so peaceful. He's always calm and smiling. No wonder he's so popular with the ladies.”

But it's not just his looks that makes him popular. He is also an amazing teacher and cares for his students. lt's amusing though, before class starts, you always see all the girls batting their eyelashes at him. Heh

l really shouldn't be talking though...

.... Because l like him too.

l might even go so far as to say it was love at first sight.

l remember the day when l first requested to join the Literature Club. l looked up and saw his sweet smile. His first words were, “Thank you for coming, l'm happy you are here.”

“...Of course my teache does not know about my crush.” Since l'm a student, l need to make sure l keep these felings in check. “l don't want to cause any problems.”

l sat down in a chair across from a sleeping Rick. “He's sleeping so soundly, it doesn't look like he's going to wake up any time soon.”

“Hm... what should l do?”... “Since he's sleeping so well, l guess l'll let him be and just hang out a while.” “ln the meantime, l can think of how to persuade mr. grimes and how to recruit new members!”

“Actually lemma write the ideas down.” As l'm reaching for my bag, something catches my eye. A stack of papers is randomly placed on my teacher's desk.

lt seemed to be a manuscript of some sort that belonged to my teacher, given that the handwriting was similar. “ls this novel professor wrote... l didn't know he whote novels”

“l want to take a peek, but l really shouldn't read it without permission...But...just a teensy tiny peek shouldn't hurt, right? Just a page or two? l glance over at rick. He is still sleeping soundly.

“...Dear literary gods, please don't strike me down for being unable to contain my curiosity. Teach, forgive me, l just must know!” As l prayed for forgiveness from every deity, l picked up the manuscript.

The shorts story written from a male perspective was about 4000- characters long and spanned about 10 sheets. l of course read the entire thing in one go. “Did he write this”

Suddenly, l saw a movement in the comer of my eye.

“Ahem...”

The manuscript was lifted out of my hand. when l looked up, l saw that Rick had woken up at some point.

“Y/n, well, what's going on here? Do you always go around reading other people's private work... Perhaps l shouldn't have left it out in the open, but that's besides the point. ”

“l'm sorry. That was really rude of me.” As l apologized l was still staring at the manuscript that my teache was holding. “Not to impose even more, but can l,um, ask you about that? Did you write that?

“I did...-

“Sr. rick! lt' s phenomenal!!

“Wha-?”

Excited l stepped up to mi teacher “The world is so enveloping and you can feel the anguish and pain of the protagonist! It's written absolutely beautiful way” “the writing style resembles my favorite author, Andrew Lincoln, in every way!

Andrew Lincoln is a romance novelist who is very popular among the younger generation. He mainly writes young adult romance novels from a male perspective. Many of his works are very emotional and sad.

“On, that's right, you are a fan of Lincoln” l excitedly clapped my hands in front of me and rapidly nodded my head.

“Yes!!! A thousand times yes! l absolutely love that author! His work is incredible and has me in tears every time! l also love the fact that everything surrounding him is so mysterious. There is nothing about author himself anywhere. All we know is that he writes beautiful novels.”

“l see...” Whenever Lincoln is mentioned, Rick doesn't show much enthusiasm.

“Sr. rick, do you not care for this author? Whenever he is mentioned you seem very uninterested.”

“Ah, l'm sorry. l didn't mean to give off that impression.” Rick put the manuscript away in his desk drawer and turned to look at me. “ By the way, wasn't there something you wanted to discuss”

“Oh! Right! Right! l came to get permission!

“ls it for recruiting new members?”

“Yes!!!” nod frantically.

Rick sighed and nodded. “We discussed this before, but l will remind you that l will only accept motivated and interested students. l do not want the Literature club to become a ''Resume filler'' or hangout for unsavory people.”

“l know, l know, that's why l'm here to talk about that”sighed and nodded

“lt's not going to be easy to convince me.”

“But if we don't recruit more members the club will go extinct.”

“l understand this, but it is still better than having students not take it seriously.”

“Well, if you say so...

The teacher's words reminded me of the incident that happened previously.

Soon it was only teacher and myself.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop

“l just want to have a few more members and be able to advertise for the club”

“Y/N, l think just the two of us are perfectly fine. We don't need a lot of members to make the club interesting. Don't you think so?”

“lt's not that...”

In fact l love having Rick all to myself.

We haves so much fun every meeting that l look forward to them. But l wanted new members as much as l wanted to spend time alone with rick.

Because... “l really want other people to talk to about the books l read. l want someone who love Andrew Lincoln's work as much as l do and is enthusiastic about discussing it!”

Reading is something you do on your own, but discussion about a book is something that requires other people. l enjoyed talking to my peers about the books l read.

Of course l can talk to Rick but it's different. with him, we can discuss everything BUT Andrew Lincoln's work. And that is something l really, really want to discuss with others.

Since rick isn't interested in Lincoln's work, there is no point talking to him about it. “So l really want new members!”

“l see. l didn't realize how much you wanted to have more students in the club.” Rick sat deep in thought looking at me.

“l think l almost have him. Just a little more persuasion...” l was ready to fire off another reason as to why we need new members when..

Ding! Ding!

“ Rick Grimes, you have a phone call, please come to the staff office.” Rick was called over the school intercom, which effectively ended our conversation.

“alright. l understand why you wish to have new members. Let us think of ways to recruit members who are enthusiastic. l need to take this phone call. l will be right back.” With a smile, Rick took off.

“Great! looks like l got through to him, but damn that interruption!” “It's a step in the right direction though! Well, while he is taking his phone call,l'll just wait there for him to get back.” While waiting, l decide to take a look around the room.

A large bookshelf stood against the wall. lt was overfilled with books. There were so many in fact, that they were stacked in front of other books in little towers.“ The departament buys so many books that they are running out of room to store them”

Looking around a bit more it occurs to me that rick is not very tidy“ perhaps professor is just too busy to take the time and straighten up”

Since we use this as a club meeting room, l also tidy up every so often, but since it is the teacher's office, l can't straighten up and throw out stuff as much as l want. “Well, l guess for now l can get rind of this... Why is there a big cardboard box blocking the entrance anyway? lsn't some this some sort of fire code violation?”

l try to pick up the box, which is full of envelopes and documents. lt is much heavier than l had expected. “Good grief, what is in this thing?” l manage to lift the box into the air, but as soon as l did several envelopes that were on top crashed to the floor. “Ah crap“

One envelope wasn't properly sealed and the contents spilled all over the floor. “Crap,crap,crap!! What if this is some super duper important doc and l just got all the pages mixed up! I'm like so dead!”

“Huh? What is this” l took a closer look at the scattered documents. The handwriting seemed familiar. There was no doubt that these documents were written by Rick. “Oh! rick, did you actually write a full length novel?!”

l had just read a short story earlier that was written by my teache. l absolutely loved it. Needless to say l was dying to read this!

“Ugh.. but the JUST scolded me for reading his papers without permission. l would feel violated if someone did this to me so l'm going to go ahead and put this back. Alright, in you go buddy!” As l was sliding the manuscript into the envelope the author's name sprung out at me.

“What the hell? Andrew Lincoln? l slid the manuscript back out of the envelope and quickly flipped through the pages. The handwriting was all the same. “No way...” A million thoughts went through my head all at once.

Nobody knows anything about Lincoln's private life or where he is based out of. why is one of this manuscripts here?. There has to be logical explanation. “ Is my teache--

“What are you doing y/n”

“AHHH!!”

l was so shocked at reading my favorite author's name that l didn't hear the door open behind me. When l turned around l saw Rick stantiong at the door with a faint smile on this face.

l felt like a hundred flashing neon arrows were pointing at me blinking “GUITY!”“GUILTY”.

How the hell was l going to explain myself out of this one? Rick stepped in front of me, l made a desperate attempt as l turned to face my teache.

“Uh... h-hi! Um... you see, what had happened was. l was trying to clean and the box tumbled and spilled the manuscript everywhere... l'm sorry. l tried to collect it all...”

“And then?” Rick looked at me in a serene but threatening way.

“Then?”

“What did you see?” My teache closed the door and stepped in front of me.

“See? what did l see?” l stepped back instinctively as Rick comer closer.

“y/n, please be honest, what did you see?

“Well... the manuscript... the name... Er.. well... could.. you.. maybe be the novelist Andrew Lincoln?”

“......” The silence felt endless and l quickly regretted blurting out that assumption.

A thought occurred to me..l have been fawning over Andrew Lincoln to my teache for how long now? l practically confessed my love for him in front of my teache. l spilled everything from how much l love Lincoln's work, how much it makes me cry, how my heart absolutely longs for him.

lt is stuff would absolutely never ever tell the actual author himself “But... l mean that'd be ridiculous, right? Him being Andrew Lincoln... At least l really hope it's not him... l would be mortifiel and could neve show my face at his school again.”

l swallowed thickly and meekly looked up at Rick who was staring intensely at me. my teacher's demeanor had completely changed.

“Hmmm....” Rick let out a small sigh which made my bangs ruffle.

as l loocked at my teacher through my bangs, it occured to me that he was acting completely different front usual. “What if was Andrew Lincoln? What would you do then?”

Rick tone changed. He no longer presented himself like my teacher. lt was more of a predator having trapped its prey.“l...l don't know if l would... believe that.”

“Ah.. Well you see... l am Andrew Lincoln”

“No... way...” He stared at me.

“Why would l lie to you, you're holding the proof right in your hand.” l glanced at the manuscript in my hand.

“Whoa!”

l'm so aghast that my hand involuntarily loosens around the manuscript. Rick grabs my hand. “Don't drop that. lt still needs to be delivered to the publisher today.” l nod like l'm on autopilot. “Well then, y/n”

“U-um...yes?”

Rick steps closer towards me. l instinctively step back, but my back hits upon a solid surface. l forgot the bookshelf was right behind me.

my teacher takes another step towards me. “What's happening?”

l glance at the door and make a movement towards it. Suddenly Rick arm is in my line of sight. He has trapped me between himself and the bookshelf. “Not so fast, y/n. So... the teacher you admire and novelist you worship are the same persona... what are you going to do now?

l look up at my teacher who has an imperious smile on his face

My day started so ordinary.....

what have l gotten myselft into?!?

part 2???

#the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #fanfic #oneshot #tv series #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fic #twd rick #rick grimes twd #twd fanfiction #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes oneshot #kenmjiro

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aquaburst3 · 7 months

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Latest Japanese Halloween Event Predictions

I only watched the first season of Black Butler and never read the manga, thusly know nothing about the Book of Circus arc other than one...weird spicy scene. However, I've both read the original Pinocchio novel, and watched both the Disney animated and live action versions as research for two OCs that I never ended up creating thanks to...Giddel and Honest Fellow's existences. (I also watched Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio, but that was more for leisure, since it's not Disney or related to it other than them taking inspo from the animated Disney movie and the novel.) So I think I can reasonably say that I'm knowledgeable enough about the Disney version to make some predictions. So...

(As a side note, I'm calling him Honest Fellow, since Fellow Honest sounds extremely awkward, and I think it'll be localized to the former when this event comes out on the international server anyways.)

What will Honest Fellow and Giddel be like?

Honest Fellow will likely be similar to Azul and somewhat Crowley personality wise. A sly and cunning business man, who is good with words and convince even the smartest of folk of anything. However, he'll probably be super shady and up to no good, willing do anything for a quick buck. Like Azul, he has morals and lines that even he is hesitant to cross. Sometimes he will cross them anyways out of fear of retaliation.

Giddel is likely gonna be like a mixture of Chenya and more devious version of Cheka personality wise. He will be cutesy child character, who also willing to go along with Honest Fellow's schemes. He also doesn't have a VA, which also makes that hunch that he's a mute even stronger.

What is their relationship with one another?

I think they are either father and adopted son or adoptive siblings. I heard somewhere that the latter is the case. If that is, that's surprisingly wholesome.

How old are they?

My guess is that Giddel is a child while Honest Fellow is around Leona's age due to him looking a bit older than even most of the third years.

What will the plot be about?

Honest John and Gideon's role in the novel and animated movie are about the same. They are sly conmen, who use Pinocchio's naivety to their advantage. However, there are some differences.

In the animated movie, Honest John first convinces him to join the circus instead of going to school to sell him off and make some money. Pinocchio joins the circus and Stromboli stuffs him in a cage after his performance, hoping to make loads of money off of him. He eventually escapes thanks to the Blue Fairy's intervention.

Meanwhile, Honest John and Gideon are at a pub talking with the Coachman. He offers them a job. At first, they're on board. Though the Coachman's implication of what happens to the boys frightens Honest John and Gideon, the former reluctantly accepts the job.

Honest John convinces Pinocchio to go to Pleasure Island. They bow out of the story completely at that point, getting away with their crimes.

In the novel, after Pinocchio escapes the circus, he encounters Fox and Cat, who say that if he buried his coins in a field, his money will multiply. Pinocchio, like the gullible dumbass he is, buys this. He follows them to an inn where they ditch him during a meal. When he leaves, they attack him and hang him on a tree, stealing his money. The Blue Fairy cuts him down. (Yeah...the novel is darker than even the Disney version. Imagine that.)

Near the end of the book, Pinocchio notices that they are shadows of their former selves. The Fox is lame and is missing his tail while the Cat is blind. Pinocchio goes, "Eh, they deserve it," and walks off, ignoring their pleas for help.

I'm not commenting on the live action version, because it's terrible and I got so bored I dropped it half way through.

Based on that along with the promo art my theory about the plot summary for this event is this. At the start of the arc either...

Those two take the circus to the island, and people visit it along with the attractions there.

It's similar to the masquerade event, ie Honest Fellow offers up 10 tickets to the fair and Crowley hosts a lottery for them and Yuu goes along for the ride after Grim complains about wanting to come.

Once the NRC boys get there, they all have a blast and get to all sorts of trouble. Little do they know Honest John and Giddel are working for a mysterious figure who wants to mind control powerful mages to gain more power and wealth. They reluctantly carry out his bidding, but do so out of fear of what will happen if they break free. Some of the students fall under his spell while others, probably Kalim, Ace and Ortho are able to escape. At the end, they eventually work together with Honest Fellow and Giddel to stop the Coachman and free the others.

Eh, even if I'm wrong, if I ever do a rewrite of this plot line after the first seven dorms in my fic, I'll make this the plot (minus Kalim for...reasons that will make sense when I get to that point and the lottery thing).

#twisted wonderland #aqua rambles #fellow honest #twst spoilers

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yukidragon · 1 year

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At the topic of genies, any headcanons for a genie!AU where Jack is a genie and Sunshine found the enchanted item he was imprisoned in?

I think what I find most interesting about the idea of a genie AU would be that you could arguably just tweak Jack’s powers a bit and he would fit the definition of a genie. Instead of a murder on stage, the previous genie could’ve tricked Joseph into taking their place as the new genie.

Jack as a genie would be interesting too in that he would be like those typical “be careful what you wish for” genies, but instead of wanting to screw his “master” over, he wants to... uh... well I guess you could say he still wants to screw them considering this is his sunshine we’re talking about, just in a different way, an absolutely consensual way. Regardless, the difference would be yandere obsession and love from the genie in question.

The popular mythos for genies is a person finds the container they’re trapped in, frees the genie, and gets 3 wishes in exchange. Sometimes there are more rules than this or different ones depending on the lore. The genie, most often being a trickster, finds ways to twist the wishes in their favor, usually to horrific ends to the summoner.

Naturally, Jack wouldn’t want a horrible end for his sunshine, but he might twist the wishes as much as he can... for their own good of course!

Really, Joseph’s backstory can be seen as a “be careful what you wish for” situation in some regards. Picture this... young adult Joseph is just barely scraping by out in the world. He’s a high school drop out with no family, no friends, and a nicotine addiction that drains what little money he can get through odd jobs. While hitchhiking, he comes across a curious object discarded in a ditch and finds it’s actually containing a genie.

What luck! After things went so wrong, something finally goes right in his life. Joseph makes his wishes... but the genie twists them. He wants to be seen by people, he wants to be loved. His wishes are granted with stardom... but the love directed at him is to his character, not him.

The two wishes Joseph made in the end make him question whether or not he should have wished them at all, leading to great highs and harsh lows. The third wish, made in a moment of desperation - maybe because he had been shot perhaps - winds up with him taking the genie’s place.

Though that gives me this pretty awful scenario of the wish making everyone remember the genie as [Redacted] Haberdae, with the genie literally taking Joseph’s place in all their memories and living the high life, rich, famous, and adored by many, while Jack was trapped and enslaved as the new genie.

A totally new person who looks nothing like him being remembered as the real [Redacted] Haberdae... it would be maddening for Jack. It could be another reason for Jack to lose himself in the role of his character in this universe, as magic prevented him from using his former names.

There’s a bit of irony here too that the genie steals the role of Sunny Day Jack, but it’s the only identity that Jack can even remember being due to the magic. The genie kept the identities he first willingly then unknowingly traded away to such a cruel trickster. His name was [Redacted] now even in his own mind.

Fast-forward to the present day. Jack is in a similar desperate situation in the game. 3 wishes, and he goes back into the container he was trapped in. (Let’s have it be a box for the Jack-in-the-box pun because why not?) In this world the SunnyTime Crew Show is one of those old shows that’s getting a modern day reboot, a well known classic. The star of the show went on to do many other roles, and is quite rich and famous.

In this AU, Jack not only wants to be free, but he would have every reason to want revenge against the genie that tricked him. The genie, knowing this, did try to get rid of the box so no one would find it (at least not until after he died of old age after living a fantastic life of luxury), but somehow it managed to get in the hands of the MC.

Jack has had 40 years to think about how to go about what he will do once someone frees him, how he could keep his freedom like the genie did to him and get revenge for what the genie stole from him. He could have even justified to himself how he would wind up using whoever freed him, as he won’t do anything bad to them. Unlike the genie, he’ll make things better for them. He’ll be a better person than he was in the past and far than the genie was. He won’t have to resort to lies and wishes that give him fake love that only gave him misery.

No, instead, Jack will offer his “master” suggestions, point out the issues that can come with certain wishes, and help guide them to something that’ll make them truly happy.

If his guidance benefitted both of them, well, all the better, right?

The bond between MC and Jack could be similar to the game in that there is some thought/emotion/feeling sharing going on, or it could stick with the usual genie lore where the genie is just serving the one who freed them. It really depends on one’s personal preference here.

In this AU, I imagine Jack wouldn’t expect to fall in love with the person who freed him, but MC is just so special and wonderful... how could he not? They need him too. Even if they are reluctant to make any wishes, afraid of the implications and knowing the tropes, the first wish they made spoke volumes about them and their lonely heart.

It was an innocent wish made without realizing what they had. MC just wanted love. The exact wording and tone depends on one own headcanon here, but I figure it’s something wished for after another one of Ian’s many heartbreaking phone calls that remind MC of just how much his cheating hurt them.

MC thought what the two of them had was forever, that Ian of all people would never do something like this to them. MC believed what they had was an unshakable love, a deep trust, and intimacy that only someone who was such a big part of their life since childhood could share. Now... Ian wasn’t letting them move on. He was reminding them of how much they loved him, how much they missed what the two of them had before.

MC was recklessly trying to abandon those old sickly sweet feelings of nostalgia, but a phone call like that would just remind them of just how much they wanted that love that Ian turned into a lie...

This leads to a thoughtless wish made when alone, where they thought no one would hear them.

It’s the perfect sort of wish to ensure Jack won’t be trapped in the box ever again. He’ll be their best friend forever~ This works out perfectly with his plans too. After all, he wanted to make sure his “master” wouldn’t suffer from the wishes like he did. What could be better than that?

I get an image for my specific version of the MC, Alice in this scenario. She knows she shouldn’t listen to Ian’s voice mails. They always make her feel so miserable, like she was the one who is responsible for all this pain they’re both suffering. She’s trying to move on, but a part of her feels so guilty about ignoring him that she can’t help it.

It’s another sickly sweet message. Ian sounds so heartbroken, remorseful. He misses Alice. Is she okay? Is she eating? Does she still remember this certain moment they shared in the past that meant so much to him? It meant everything to him. She means everything to him. He knows this is all his fault, but he’ll fix things. He loves her so much. Please don’t give up on him... not after everything they’ve been through and meant to each other.

It makes Alice’s resolve waver despite everything. She hates what happened. She hates Ian for doing this to her, to them, just as much as she still loves him. She hates that she still loves him. She hates that she aches for him and his suffering despite everything. She hates herself for feeling this way.

Alice wishes that she didn’t love Ian anymore. She wishes for love, true love, a love that would never, ever betray her like he did, or hurt her like he was. She wished for her true other half... a best friend who actually understood her and didn’t make her feel like she had to lock her heart away for both their sakes, someone who she could be wholly open to without fear or reservation that they would make her feel ashamed for the way she felt... someone who wouldn’t make her suffer like this anymore.

It was less a coherent wish and more of a ramble, just so many bottled up feelings bubbling out with cascade of tears. Alice didn’t even notice her tears falling onto the pretty box that she found at the thrift store as she sat on the floor of her apartment still clutching her cell phone with her bag of the purchases she made earlier that day lying haphazard in front of her. She just poured out all of her wishes as if it compelled, unable to stop herself from just desperately wanting the love Ian constantly promised her, only from someone who wouldn’t betray her or lie to her like he did.

It really was a perfect “wish,” full of so many holes that a genie could twist into countless knots as it suited them. There were so many ways that it could cause Alice endless suffering if one felt so inclined. Fortunately for her, Jack didn’t want that. If anything he could relate to her on a far deeper level than he ever expected to feel from anyone before. He once was like her, desperately wishing for love, companionship... something real that would last forever...

That was when Jack revealed himself. She wanted a best friend forever who would love her and never betray her? Well, he was here to grant her wish.

To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. Alice went from a heartbroken wreck to panicked, but Jack managed to calm her down. He understood her, just like she wanted. What better way to understand each other than to be able to share feelings, even thoughts? It certainly was a benefit to both of them after all.

Finding a genie is an intimidating prospect. There’s the offer of so much power in a few simple words, and Alice used up one of her three wishes without meaning to. Sure she could undo the wish with another wish and get rid of Jack, but... he was so kind, and she was so painfully lonely. She knew all the stories that cautioned “be careful what you wish for,” especially when it came to mysterious supernatural entities with unknown agendas. Still... it was hard not to like him. It was hard not to trust him.

Sunny Day Jack is a well known character in this universe due to the SunnyTime Crew Show not becoming lost media. It makes his presence even more surreal for Alice. Heck, she might have grown up with the show being something she watched, or at least was vaguely aware of as an older show from before her time, something her mom watched as a kid.

Jack even cautioned Alice to think carefully about what she wanted to use her remaining 2 wishes for. They should only be used for the most important things. Don’t worry though, she had all the time in the world to think about them. She should just enjoy the results of her first one for now, a best friend who cared about her and brightened her life, someone who would take care of her forever~

Of course, in order to take care of Alice, Jack would need to get rid of any obstacles that got between them. Genies are restrained with how much they can do with their magic, but if it’s for the sake of his sunshine’s wish, well, suddenly he can do a lot more.

This would give Jack more power than in the game... and make him a potentially far more dangerous threat to others.

In this scenario, Jack’s greatest threat would be the remaining two wishes Alice has and the shackles he made for himself in her first wish. He can’t do anything she doesn’t want. That’s fine though. He doesn’t want to do anything she wouldn’t want. He’s not cruel like the genie. He’s a better person now. He’s the real Sunny Day Jack... and soon the world will remember that too.

Alice gets a new roommate, a better place to live, and even a new job on the rebooted SunnyTime Crew Show. Things seem to be getting better for her, and it’s doing wonders for her self-esteem. She’s even less heartbroken about Ian, as he finally stopped leaving her voice mail messages. She can forget about him and focus on her new best friend Jack who treats her so well.

Others who meet Jack find it really weird how he’s cosplaying some old children’s show character 24/7, but he’s so nice, and he is such a good friend to Alice. He makes her so happy and it’s clear to everyone that the feeling is mutual.

Jack didn’t expect to fall in love with his “master” like he did, but Alice was just too sweet and kind. She was someone he wished to be with when he was still human. Sure, what he was doing was kind of... questionable... but what they had was real, unlike the fake love that the other genie tricked him into wishing for. For the first time he found someone who made him feel truly loved.

Jack never expected he would want to stay with his “master,” but soon he abandoned the idea of simply parting on good terms once all the wishes were used up, his freedom was ensured, and his revenge was complete. He truly would be Alice’s best friend forever, and more.

But Jack needed to take care of the former genie who tricked him. He couldn’t forgive that genie, nor could he trust that they didn’t still have some magic or other tricks that could screw him over again. He and his sunshine couldn’t be safe until he took care of all the obstacles in their way.

It’ll be fine though. Jack won’t let them hurt Alice or him ever again. With the help of his sunshine, he’ll get back everything that was stolen from him and more. He’ll have everything that he was denied in the first place. The world will never forget him again.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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hackettquarrys · 2 years

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lover of mine

lover of mine pt.1/?

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

2.1k words

playlist

“When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language maybe? i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

as i smoothed out the bedding in the last of this rooms bunks, i heard my name being called from the main floor of the lodge.

“jaiden, let’s go!” kaitlyns voice sounded from the doorway. i grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. taking one last look around the room, i sighed before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs, my hand sliding down the wooden banister as i descended the staircase.

“okay, okay, i’m here,” i laughed, skipping the last few steps with a jump and landing next to her. she shook her head, her short dark hair swinging side to side and she rolled her eyes playfully. “what’s the rush, anyway?” i asked, following behind her out the front door of the main lodge. she scoffed in response.

“the rush is i cannot wait to get back to civilization-“

“and to get our cell phones back,” dylan, my best friend, spoke from the other end of the lodge, at the far end of the raised porch we stood on. nick appeared next to him, having exited the door behind dylan.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. i laughed at the two of them, as more of the counsellors joined us, the only few missing were abi and emma, who were still at the cabins, and ryan who was probably sat somewhere by himself listening to a podcast (he never did tell us how he snuck a phone past mr.hackett). kaitlyn and i reached the bottom of the staircase, and i set my bag down on the grass, taking a seat on the steps.

“oh come on guys, was one summer unplugged really that bad?” i teased, although i admittedly missed having my phone too. this was my third summer as a counsellor at hacketts quarry, so i was used to having to ditch technology for a few months, but most of the others were a few years younger than me so maybe they were a little more cellphone dependant than i was. the first summer i worked here it was as a favour for mr.hackett, since my dad had gone to high school with him and he new that they were short on counsellors. i quickly fell in love with the quarry- it had a certain charm to it and i usually liked most of the counsellors i ended up spending the summer with and this year, i had even gotten my best friend dylan a job.

“yes- yes it was that bad” jacob said.

“good news, mate!” nick called, still on the balcony. we looked up to see him holding a phone, that i assume was jacobs. “catch!”

“dude- no!” jacob dove into the grass as nick threw his phone off the balcony, somehow managing to catch it. “not cool dude!” nick raised his hands in surrender, laughing with dylan as they joined us in front of the van that we were packing up to leave. he handed everyone their phones back, and i put mine in my bag.

i saw jacob pacing awkwardly around the front of the vehicle, lightly kicking the dirt with his feet. i looked around and noticed that abi and emma had now joined us, which explained the shift in jacobs mood. i guess he really did fall hard for emma- but she didn’t feel the same. it was a crappy situation for both of them, and now for all of us because we had to deal with jacob being mopey and emma being bitchy about it.

“hey romeo, can you grab the bags from inside?” kaitlyn barked at him; she could be a little insensitive at times. they bickered back and forth a little - jacob bringing up the crush we all could tell that kaitlyn had on ryan, although she didn’t seem to concerned that we had figured it out - before jacob sighed in defeat, heading back inside to get the bags.

“how about you?” kaitlyn turned to me, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“what about me?”

“well who do you have a crush on?” she asked.

“who said i have a crush on anyone?”

“hmm.. i guess you are a little old for any of us,” she teased.

“haha.” i rolled me eyes at her, but i knew she was only joking around and didn’t mean anything by it. after all, it would be a little weird for someone my age to have a crush on one of the teenaged counsellors. that didn’t necessarily mean i didn’t have my eyes on someone else at camp though-

“hey some guys are into older women!” dylan yelled, joining our conversation.

“are you confessing your undying love for me, lenivy?” i asked, dramatically putting a hand to my chest. dylan took my hand in his and got down to one knee.

“why yes, it’s always been you, my love!” he gasped, playing along. the three of us laughed and dylan stood back up, slinging his arms over my shoulders and now clinging onto my back.

“jeez you’re heavy,” i tried pushing him off me, but he continued clinging onto me like a toddler.

“are you trying to kill one of my counsellors, dylan?” a voice called from the front door of the lodge, and i looked up to see mr.hackett smiling at us. dylan let go of me and stuttered awkwardly.

“no sir-“

“good. at least wait until you’re off my property so i don’t have to clean up the body,” mr h joked.

“yes sir,” dylan laughed, relaxing at the lighthearted tone evident in the camp owners voice.

“thanks guys,” i scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“oh come on we’re just joking,” dylan said, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. laughing, emma and kaitlyn ran over and wrapped their arms around me too, successfully stopping all air from getting to me.

“guys, mr h said NOT to kill me,” i pleaded.

“yeah guys, jaiden is the only one who knows the way back to the city,” nick interjected. everyone let go of me and i caught my breath, laughing and thinking about how much i was actually gonna miss these idiots. maybe some of them would come back next summer- usually counsellors didn’t come back for more than one summer, but maybe this time i could convince dylan to at least.

“you kids almost ready to head out?” mr hackett asked, leaning on the railing of the porch. my eyes briefly met his before my attention turned to jacob who spoke, reappearing with the bags from inside.

“yep! just gotta load these and were good to go,” he explained, dropping the bags in the trunk of the van.

“alright, best to get on the road before dark,” mr hackett said.

“mr.h, can i talk to you before we go?” ryan asked, walking up to the rest of the group, his earbud chord dangling around the back of his neck.

“yeah, sure thing,” mr hackett said, motioning with his head for ryan to follow him inside.

“wonder what that’s about,” kaitlyn thought out loud. we all kinda shrugged, finishing up the last bit of packing.

“i’ll move the van around,” jacob offered, sliding into the drivers seat.

•

“what do you mean it’s not starting?” kaitlyn yelled at jacob, who was now out of the van.

“i mean, the van isn’t starting! what part of that was confusing?”

“well why isn’t it starting?”

“how should i know? nick drove it last,”

“oh, so i broke the van?” nick scoffed.

“guys please-“ i tried to get them to stop arguing but it was no use. the yelling only stopped at the sound of the lodge door slamming in the wind. i turned to see ryan descending the stairs towards us, and mr.hackett stood on the porch once again, looking down at the situation that had developed while he was gone. i gave him a pleading look, and was relieved when his voice called out.

“hey!” he yelled at the group of us, which successfully stopped the conversation and turned the attention to the camp owner. “what’s going on? why’s everyone yelling?” everyone tried to explain at once, 6 voices all talking at once. “hey- hey! one of you- jaiden, what happened?” he asked, looking at me, and i sighed.

“the van isn’t starting, there must be something wrong with it,” i explained, causing a concerned look to flash over mr.hacketts face. he hurried down the steps and past me and the rest of the counsellors, approaching the vehicle.

“c’mon, c’mon!” mr.h turned the key in the ignition, but the van still wouldn’t start. “dammit!”

“it’s okay mr.h, we can just stay one more night-“ jacob started to say but mr.hackett interrupted him.

“no, no- it’s better if you guys get out of here tonight,” he said, sort of mumbling to himself after.

“really it’s okay… i mean, what’s one more night- right guys,” dylan agreed.

“yeah,” everyone agreed, but mr.h still looked freaked out.

“everyone…w..wait here- jaiden, i need to talk to you in my office,” mr hackett said, before walking back to the lodge. i followed after him, barely able to keep up with the older man with how fast he was walking. once we reached his office, he held the door open and shut and locked it behind himself once we were both in the room. i watched him as he shut the blinds covering the windows.

“mr.h, what’s going on-“ i started to ask.

“jaiden, i need you to listen to me very carefully ok?” i paused for a second, a little surprised by how serious the tone of his voice was. he stood behind his wooden desk, hands placed on the surface of it as he looked at a framed photograph that from my side of the desk i couldn’t see, but i remembered to be a photo of his kids, caleb and kaylee.

“mr. h-“

“you don’t have to call me that right now jay, no one else is here.” i sighed.

“chris, what are you so worried about?” i asked, waking closer to the desk and putting one of my hands over top of his larger ones atop the desk. “so what if we have to spend one extra night here, what difference does it-“

“i need you to do me a favour,” he spoke, finally looking up from the desk, his usually soft eyes frantically searching mine, as if too make sure i was paying attention. i nodded slightly.

“anything-”

“i need you to make sure that everyone stays inside the lodge tonight. no one leaves, everyone has to stay inside,” he explained, putting extra emphasis on the word inside the second time. my eyebrows knitted together, and chris must have sensed my hesitation because he pulled my hands into his, holding onto me firmly but not enough to hurt me. “please.”

“i don’t understand… why-“

“i can’t explain right now… i.. i promise i will when i can, but just please, please, promise me,”

“okay, i promise i will keep everyone inside the lodge tonight-“

“and lock the doors,”

“and i promise to lock the doors.” only then did his grip on my hands loosen, and i walked around the desk, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms hesitantly encircling my waist, before holding me tightly. “are you staying here?” i asked, and he pulled away to look at me.

“no, i uh.. i have somewhere i need to be, that’s why i wanted you and the others to be out of here tonight,” he explained vaguely, but i brushed it off since he clearly didn’t want to go into further detail. i new chris well enough that i trusted him; if he said to stay in the lodge there must be a good reason.

“i think we can survive one night without you,” i teased, and he smiled a little.

“is that so?” he teased. i smiled, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“well, i think they can,” i tilted my head in the direction of the window, in the direction of the counsellors outside. “i don’t know if i can.” chris smiled for real now, pulling me closer and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“oh, i think you’ll be fine. if you get really lonely i’m sure one of the guys would keep you company,” he joked.

“hmm.. they’re not really my type.”

“oh? what is your type?” he asked playfully. i laughed, pressing my lips to his softly. he kissed back, and i smiled before our lips separated.

“you.”

#the quarry #the quarry game #chris hackett imagine #chris hackett #david arquette #chris hackett x reader

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haddonfieldwhore · 2 years

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lover of mine

lover of mine pt.1/?

chris hackett (the quarry)

x counselor!oc

2.1k words

playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/41Er8n0MHY6bEcmK3sMKex?si=f9660932f8674561

“When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language maybe? i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

as i smoothed out the bedding in the last of this rooms bunks, i heard my name being called from the main floor of the lodge.

“jaiden, let’s go!” kaitlyns voice sounded from the doorway. i grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. taking one last look around the room that had been my home for the last 4 months, i sighed before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs, my hand sliding down the wooden banister as i descended the staircase.

“the rush is i cannot wait to get back to civilization-“

“yes- yes it was that bad” jacob said.

“good news, mate!” nick called, still on the balcony. we looked up to see him holding a phone, that i assume was jacobs. “catch!”

“how about you?” kaitlyn turned to me, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“what about me?”

“well who do you have a crush on?” she asked.

“who said i have a crush on anyone?”

“hmm.. i guess you are a little old for any of us,” she teased.

“hey some guys are into older women!” dylan yelled, joining our conversation.

“are you confessing your undying love for me, lenivy?” i asked, dramatically putting a hand to my chest. dylan took my hand in his and got down to one knee.

“why yes, it’s always been you, my love!” he gasped, playing along. the three of us laughed and dylan stood back up, slinging his arms over my shoulders and now clinging onto my back.

“jeez you’re heavy,” i tried pushing him off me, but he continued clinging onto me like a toddler.

“no sir-“

“good. at least wait until you’re off my property so i don’t have to clean up the body,” mr h joked.

“yes sir,” dylan laughed, relaxing at the lighthearted tone evident in the camp owners voice.

“thanks guys,” i scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“guys, mr h said NOT to kill me,” i pleaded.

“yep! just gotta load these and were good to go,” he explained, dropping the bags in the trunk of the van.

“alright, best to get on the road before dark,” mr hackett said.

“mr.h, can i talk to you before we go?” ryan asked, walking up to the rest of the group, his earbud chord dangling around the back of his neck.

“yeah, sure thing,” mr hackett said, motioning with his head for ryan to follow him inside.

“wonder what that’s about,” kaitlyn thought out loud. we all kinda shrugged, finishing up the last bit of packing.

“i’ll move the van around,” jacob offered, sliding into the drivers seat.

•

“what do you mean it’s not starting?” kaitlyn yelled at jacob, who was now out of the van.

“i mean, the van isn’t starting! what part of that was confusing?”

“well why isn’t it starting?”

“how should i know? nick drove it last,”

“oh, so i broke the van?” nick scoffed.

“c’mon, c’mon!” mr.h turned the key in the ignition, but the van still wouldn’t start. “dammit!”

“it’s okay mr.h, we can just stay one more night-“ jacob started to say but mr.hackett interrupted him.

“no, no- it’s better if you guys get out of here tonight,” he said, sort of mumbling to himself after.

“really it’s okay… i mean, what’s one more night- right guys,” dylan agreed.

“yeah,” everyone agreed, but mr.h still looked freaked out.

“mr.h, what’s going on-“ i started to ask.

“mr. h-“

“you don’t have to call me that right now jay, no one else is here.” i sighed.

“i need you to do me a favour,” he spoke, finally looking up from the desk, his usually soft eyes frantically searching mine, as if too make sure i was paying attention. i nodded slightly.

“anything-”

“i don’t understand… why-“

“i can’t explain right now… i.. i promise i will when i can, but just please, please, promise me,”

“okay, i promise i will keep everyone inside the lodge tonight-“

“and lock the doors,”

“i think we can survive one night without you,” i teased, and he smiled a little.

“is that so?” he teased. i smiled, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“oh, i think you’ll be fine. if you get really lonely i’m sure one of the guys would keep you company,” he joked.

“hmm.. they’re not really my type.”

“oh? what is your type?” he asked playfully. i laughed, pressing my lips to his softly. he kissed back, and i smiled before our lips separated.

“you.”

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lloveyouinsecret · 17 days

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QoT was overall a pretty solid show imo but I do tend to go into shows with the expectation that I will be very disappointed which is a bad habit I’m trying to break but it’s the current truth.

Anyway, some thoughts I’ve had since it started bc I want them out of my head.

I was gonna put this one under the cut but no: Whoever came up with the summary on Netflix for this show needs to be stopped. I went in with COMPLETELY different expectations (I’m not someone who really watched trailers) and nearly didn’t watch the second episode.

Hae-in has been rotating around in my head like a rotisserie chicken since I started the show. She is now going around and around next to Keyleth of the Air Ashari (I made it to the end of this list and was gonna put this there but I think it’s better here lol)

There was SO much potential for some great commentary on class and while I knew from the beginning that they weren’t gonna do anything meaningful with it it’s still a bit of a disappointment

While I’m definitely super curious about what exactly Hae-in and Eun-sung’s relationship is/was I think it’s absolutely fantastic writing that we aren’t given anything else. It really shows that as a person he is so unimportant to her and her life story. Like he’s important in the sense of the role he played but he doesn’t mean anything to her.

Seul-hee had the potential to be grown into a good character but they didn’t really let that happen so she sorta stayed as the classic…like to me her character is more Mini Bad Guy #1 and not BBEG? She didn’t have to be and the story they wrote for her definitely had the room for a grander antagonist but she just sorta plateaued in the first like third idk

I think they could have been a tad more consistent with Eun-snug’s characterization bc he doesn’t start to really “unravel” until the second to last episode and although it’s in character it came on sorta sudden? Like honestly even if they had just moved Hae-in’s line about him pushing her into a ditch just so he could help her out or something like that I think at least for me it would have flowed a bit better. There was just such a jump from him threatening his mother for trying to kill Hae-in to him trying to kill her

I’m glad Soo-cheol was able to grow up and be the man and father he wanted to be. I was definitely a little worried in the beginning that he would stay the silly idiot baby brother

The whole “oldest sibling dying” thing was sorta idk lack luster. I know that it was a good way to have Hae-in and Hyun-woo be connected from a young age and be a reason that Seon-hwa resents her for so long but I dunno I guess I would have given it all a different resolution which would be that Hae-in and her mother reconcile but not completely. Like she treated her daughter terribly for 20+ years. I get that Hae-in is dying and that plays a role but I think I would have done things a bit differently

I never skipped an opening credits. That shit is magical. God tier editing. I think about it all the time. And the fact that the title card at the end is in color oh my god.

I loved that in the last handful of episodes the show played into how similar Kim Soo-hyun and Park Sung-hoon can look. Idr if it starts when Hae-in sees Hyun-woo instead of Eun-sung or if there’s some of it before that but if there was then they ramped it up at that point which is such good design/writing

My absolute biggest problem with the show—as in every other thing is just sorta nitpicking—is that Hae-in never once saved Hyun-woo. He was always the one giving and healing and comforting. And I know it’s part of his character and their dynamic that he makes all these sacrifices because he loves her but I really really think it would have been good for Hae-in’s character arc if over the course of the show, even just in the back half, she had even one moment where she took on that role for real. Between their familial/childhood class differences and the way her family treats him for so much of the show, the fact that he is constantly in service to her and all she does is verbally defend him two or three times just sorta rubs me the wrong way

The way it ended is so just !!!! On one hand it’s pretty much how I wanted it to end but on the other I feel like there was so little closure about their relationship! Idk maybe I was just expecting to have a second wedding montage after everything or even a photo of it next to their first one. They didn’t have to go that far into the future tho! That was so sick of them!! Sending them my therapy bill as we speak. I do sorta wish Hyun-woo had been the one to go first bc I think it would have been a good flip of their conversation in Germany and also for reasons related to the above bullet point that I’m having trouble wording atm

Secretary Na the love of my life💗💗💗

The epilogues were so cute😭 it’s fun when shows have that sorta thing but in the ones that I’ve watched they’re usually just sorta a short continuation of the episode or something that just feels sorta isolated from the rest of the show. But making them flashbacks focused on their relationship was just ahhhhhh I loved it. I was a little meh about the second to last one but 🤷‍♀️. I was also thinking that depending on how the finale ended that epilogue would be a flashforward instead to them with a kid or something

The narrations that happened were a little weird just bc they felt so untethered sorta? Like they didn’t happen in most of the episodes and they sounded like they were talking to someone else but I don’t think they were? And imo the audience didn’t really need them? I think if it had just been the one in the finale it would have been fine but the one Hae-in gives a few episodes before makes both a little out of place to me

#emma talks

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formulawonu · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request for you if you can, can a request based on “champagne problems” by taylor swift where either daniel, lando, lewis or carlos are dating the reader and think it’s time to propose, and they do it in front of their families or the whole grid but the reader says no, and they broke up, and years later they run into each other again and talk. you can choose the ending between fluff or keep it angst.

champagne problems / lewis hamilton

(gif is not mine! credits to the owner)

warnings: angsty :'(

a/n: i fell in love with this request, thank you so much for it. i got immensely sad writing the last few lines of this :/ taylor swift knows what she is doing. i hope my writing did justice to this beautifully sad song <//3 tried doing smth different and wrote in third person/more of lewis' pov. big cheers to lewis getting 100 wins — what an incredible feat!!! hope you guys enjoy this one :D

He thinks he sees her from across the room but an extra glance tells him it’s not her. She wouldn’t show up here. That isn’t her — something he’s had to learn ever since she left his life two years ago. He is here with someone new and she reminds him of the stars that never fail to show up in the night sky every night. She is constant and he doesn’t need to second guess with her. She understands who he is and knows what he thinks. He is genuinely happy. But she is not her.

“I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He says, looking up at the love of his life from where he is kneeling. They are surrounded by his family and their friends. The most important people in their lives that have become an extension of who they are and know how perfect the two of them are for each other. He planned it all out — the intimate dinner full of all the things she loved. Her favorite food, her favorite people. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Everyone in this room knew it was only a matter of time until they both took the next step forward in the relationship. In this moment, however, he only sees her. That is how it is whenever she is around. It feels like tunnel vision: all roads lead simply to her.

He has always believed that love was unique to different people. He is, no doubt, in love with his current girlfriend and he is so sure of that. She is the calm before and after every storm. He also knows that despite this, a piece of him and the love he is capable of giving will always remain with Y/N. He will never forget how it felt to love her, just as he knows she won’t ever forget loving him.

Something is wrong. All he sees is her and yet she looks terrified. Tears are forming in her eyes and there is an emotion that he can’t quite place yet. It is an emotion he doesn’t see often. “Y/N?” He whispers, trying to read her. At this moment, he doesn’t care that everyone is standing around the both of them. He just wants to make sure she is okay. She looks away from him and looks around the room. He squeezes her hand, trying to get her to just focus on him. He is trying to reassure her that everything is okay. She looks back at him then at the open small box in his other hand. She starts shaking her head, the tears now falling from her eyes. Everything seems to be going wrong.

“I love you, Lewis.” His girlfriend whispers as he sways her back and forth on the makeshift dance floor. It is his friend’s wedding. “I love you more.” He is satisfied with the way his life has turned out. It was difficult the first few months she had left his life and he honestly thought life wouldn’t be okay again. Everything reminded him of her. There were pieces of her in his apartment and pieces of her everywhere he went. Time passed by so slowly as if it wanted him to sink in the emptiness that came when he lost her. But he met her — she made everything bright again and allowed him to see colors in the world that turned grey. She was patient with him. She took the time to understand him and let him find himself again. He is happy. He is in love.

“I- I can’t.” She whispers, still shaking her head. The tears won’t stop falling from her eyes. He understands the emotion in her eyes now. She is overwhelmed. It is regret. He can feel tears building up in his own. Everything begins to spin around the two of them. “Lewis, I… I can’t.” He tries to remain holding her hand, but she forces hers out of his hold. He looks up at her, speechless. There are so many things he wants to tell her. He wants to tell her to forget about everyone around the two of them. He wants to tell her it doesn’t matter how it happens or that they don’t need to get married right away. He would be happy being engaged forever if it meant she would be by his side. He wants to tell her that they could ditch the party and just lock themselves up in their apartment if that was what she wanted. But he doesn’t. He can’t because she is long gone now. She has run outside of the room and has left him in the center of everyone’s gaze. He cannot move. He is stuck on one knee, with his mother’s ring in his hand. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. The first thing he does is close the box and drop it in his suit pocket. He slowly stands up, refusing to look at anyone else. He doesn’t know how to react or how to be. Everything is wrong.

While he is leading his girlfriend back to their table, something catches his attention in the corner of his eye. He has to blink a couple of times, trying to register that it is actually her. There, standing by the bar, is the girl who had left him two years ago. She is standing on her own, her body language still very familiar to him. She does not want to be seen and is trying to simply be a faceless stranger in the crowd. She would not be here if she didn’t need to, but his friends are her friends too and the bride is a good friend of hers. “That’s her, isn’t it?” His girlfriend says, following his gaze. “She’s beautiful.” He flashes a smile at her, nodding. “Yeah. I didn’t think she was going to be here, actually. None of us have actually seen her since it happened.” “Do you want to say hi to her?” He fully focuses on his girlfriend now, trying to understand if she is challenging him or simply curious. All he sees is genuine questioning. “I think you should speak to her, Lewis.” He is unsure if that is the right decision. He does not know what he wants to say to her anyway. “Go. It will make you feel better, even if you don’t know what to say.” She gently nudges him towards her and he is left reluctantly walking towards the woman he has not spoken to since she left him kneeling.

“Hi.” Words escape the both of them, the casualness of a greeting seeming so unfitting for the two. “Hi.” She replies. “How ironic that we’re seeing each other here.” He offers, trying to break the ice. He is not used to this, the awkwardness enveloping the two of them when once in the past he felt he could talk about absolutely anything with her. She visibly draws back at the reminder of the last time they had seen each other too. “Why are you here, Lewis?” She asks with a smile on her face. She was never the type to beat around the bush, that much he knew. She always went straight to the point, never afraid to hear things she might not want to. Like ripping off a bandaid, she once said. “I honestly don’t know why either.” There was no point in lying to her. He doesn’t know what to say, neither does she, and yet it felt right that he could speak frankly to her about the events of the past. “You look happy,” She starts, looking genuinely pleased for him. “You deserve to be happy.” Two emotions bubble up inside of him, one he has not felt in ages. Frustration and defeat. It is all coming back to him.

“We could’ve been happy too.”

She sighs, refusing to meet his eyes. She is still surveying the room, taking in everyone celebrating the union of two lovers. He did not like that about her; she always knew how to hide her emotions. Better put, he did not like how he could not read her anymore. “I don’t want to fight you, Lewis. I didn’t come here to do that.” She picks up her glass of champagne that she has left on the counter of the bar, sipping at it. “Dom Pérignon.” She adds. The champagne she is drinking is her favorite and it is the same one that everyone was drinking the night it happened. Or should’ve happened. A wry smile forms on his face. “I know you don’t owe me an explanation nor should you have ever felt you owed me a marriage, but I just wish you talked to me about it. That was our thing. We always talked about it.” She finally meets his eyes, studying him.

“I just didn’t have anything to say.”

“How could you have nothing to say?”

“I did not know what to say.”

“Then you should’ve said that.”

“I did not have a reason, Lewis. Is that what you want to hear? When you got down on one knee, a thousand thoughts were in my head and none of them told me to say yes. I’m so sorry and you know I loved you immensely—I still do—but I could not for the life of me come up with a reason to know for sure I wanted to say yes.” Just like ripping off a bandaid.

He does not know what to say and he wants to laugh at how she is still able to leave him speechless after all this time. “Well, I’m sorry you felt that way.” That is all he is able to say in reply. “I’m sorry I couldn’t say yes.” She finally meets his eyes, the familiar gaze of the woman he once swore he would give everything up for. “My mom wants a sorry too.” He finally says after a while, trying to lighten up the mood. “I miss her.” She replies, a small smile forming on her face. His mom absolutely loved her and held a special place in her heart for her. She was just as crestfallen as he was when she saw what had taken place two years ago. “She misses you too. Everyone kind of misses you too. I don’t understand why you had to disappear.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t me, Lewis. All of this,” She says, gesturing around the grand ballroom. “Is not me.” “Then why are you here?” He doesn’t mean it as an insult, he just wants to know. She frowns at him. “Because Joe and Louise are my good friends, Lew. I wasn’t planning to stay long, though. I just promised Louise I was going to come by and I keep my promises.” He knows she does. He shakes his head at her. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s nice to see you again, honestly. Nice to know you’re still alive.” “I know you didn’t. But I just don’t know who I am when I’m here. It’s all so….” She pauses, trying to think of the right word. “Intense? Overwhelming? Heavy? I don’t know. It just makes you feel so small.” He nods but he still can’t grasp that she had felt this way all this time. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. “Don’t blame yourself, Lewis. I can see you doing that now. It was just me.” There is amusement in her eyes and he can’t understand how she is so candid about all of this. “I just don’t understand how I feel like I didn’t- don’t know who you are. I don’t know where it all went wrong.”

She studies him, noting how the creases in his forehead have formed. Something he always does when he is deep in thought. “Lewis, you knew me better than anyone else in this world and I don’t want you to ever feel like you didn’t. What we shared was good, right? It was brilliant.” She offers him a small smile, a consolation for all that has gone on between them. “I will always love you. I don’t think I need to tell you that. You will always be special to me. But what was screaming at me when you got down on one knee was that whatever was happening… It wasn’t right. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ever let you go into something so wholeheartedly with me in it half-heartedly. That wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve someone who would jump into darkness headfirst with you. I hope she is that for you.” She glances around the room again, probably noticing the eyes of spectators that have now noticed the both of you together again. She is beginning to get conscious. The emotions that were beginning to reveal themselves through her eyes are disappearing once again. She is withdrawing. He nods, trying to internalize everything she has just said.

“I’m sorry I lost you. I know you don't want me to apologize, but I’m sorry we ended like that. There are times I wish you were still in my life and there are times I still think about what it would be like if it was us in this position.” His words hang in the air, the both of them looking around the room. “But I’m doing okay. She’s great - I think you two would get along, actually. I honestly hope you’re doing okay. It sucks that I don’t know what you’re doing. I hope you know that you’re still always welcome to just hang out or whatever. Have a chat to update me on your life, Y/N. Don’t be a stranger.” She nods, smiling at him. She drinks the rest of her champagne before setting the glass back on the bar counter. “That is great to hear, Lewis. I still keep up with your races, you know? A hundred wins, you’ve finally done it. No matter what, I am always going to be proud.” She places a hand on his shoulder, a fleeting squeeze on it, then she drops it. “I’ll try not to be one. But either way, just know I’ll always be rooting for you.” She straightens out her dress then tucks her hair behind her ear. “I’ve gotta go.” She says, looking up at him. He tries to remember how she looks in this moment because he knows he doesn’t know the next time their paths will ever cross again. She is in a floor-length dress and her hair falls in waves just by her shoulders. Her eyes alight with assuredness and confidence, something that he now realizes he barely saw back then. She is happy too. That is all that matters. He nods, giving her a small smile. “Goodbye, Y/N.” She smiles back at him too. “Goodbye, Lewis.” She begins to walk away, not once looking back. Just like how it was two years ago.

“Hey, Y/N.” He calls out to her. She is not far enough for him to draw attention. She turns around, her head tiled to the side. “We almost had it all, didn’t we?” She chuckles and he can feel the sadness in it. She nods, still chuckling. “We really did. Cheers.”

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Whiskey river, take my mind, don't let her memory torture me. Whiskey river, don't run dry, you're all I got, take care of me. —“Whiskey River,” Shotgun Willie (1973)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #15 - Vegas Outskirts

Collaborative Issue! Guest Colorist: @malpaislegate / @socksual-innuendos

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MAN that’s gotta hurt!! Volume 2 kicks off with a bang, literally if you count the gunshot and honorifically if you count Socks’ knockout color job on this issue. Look at those lovingly rendered bullet wounds!! Muah!!!

It’s been a relief having a month off from the comic as I handled a bunch of other things but there’s a lot to look forward to in Volume 2, as you can probably tell from that very forboding fist clench at the end there. Will Agnes and Cass get the revenge they’re looking for? Can they make it big in Vegas? Will it keep right on a-hurtin’? Find out next ish as Cass leads Agnes to meet the first of their new “friends.”

Original Pencils:

The pencils for this issue are like an autopsy report of all the things that can go wrong with your art if you don’t plan ahead and pay attention. Listen, friend, to my tale of woe, and learn from my mistakes so they don’t become yours!

First, you can see a lot of places where there’s floating objects, empty backgrounds, and incomplete heads. Part of this is because I always intended to just copy and paste repeated elements across each panel instead of drawing them multiple times, but other times I was forced to just because of my lack of planning. The top three panels on page two, for example, required me to draw the background I’d use for them on a separate page.

Second, you can probably tell that I actually had to flip the two raiders around in the final lineart because I forgot to keep the hands their were holding their guns in consistent—and since I couldn’t flip the middle panel on the second page without ruining the composition, I decided to flip all of their other appearances so that they’d be lefties. I doubt you even can seamlessly wield those particular guns left-handed.

Third, the size of the cart that Agnes and Cass are kneeling behind changes CONSTANTLY and is dramatically oversized from the third page onward. After inking these pages, it took a lot of work to correct the inks and shrink that cart in each panel, but fortunately it came out looking good.

And finally, I completely redrew the second panel on the fifth page because it wasn’t until I had already handed he pages off to my colorist that I realized having a second profile shot of Cass so soon after a first one was just...redundant and lazy-looking. So I went back to my sketchbook and whipped up a much more unique, striking angle (I also just wasn’t satisfied with the quality of my art on that panel, so I’m very glad I redrew it). But again, my failure to plan ahead bit me in the ass and my redraw attempt wound up taking up a lot more space than I thought it would, so after inking it I had to basically surgically remove it from the other inks.

I’ll be honest with you folks: part of the reason that I work in such simple, thick, high-contrast lineart is because it’s very easy to make corrections and adjustments with stuff you could technically color in Microsoft Paint.

Transcript:

EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE MOJAVE, morning. AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY stand over the wreckage of a caravan, scattered over a dirt road.

CASS: Hell.

EXT. SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE MOJAVE, midday. Looking over a second wrecked caravan, at the bottom of a ditch.

CASS: Fuck.

EXT. PRE-WAR HIGHWAY OUTSIDE OF VEGAS, mid-afternoon. AGNES and CASS survey a third wrecked caravan.

CASS: Shit. The proof is in the pudding. Or the pile of ash, rather. These attacks were done with Van Graff guns for Crimson Caravan caps. I'm sure of it.

As CASS explains her theory to AGNES, a short distance from the caravan two RAIDERS peer at the two of them from inside a barn at a ruined farmstead. They have snake-bite tattoos on the sides of their shaved heads and are holding rifles.

CASS: The scorchmarks and residue in the wreckages? That's energy weapon shit. Plasma and laser. Silver Rush special. Not like it'd be the Brotherhood. And Crimson Caravan must have bankrolled this fucked-up little hunting trip themselves.

The RAIDERS move out from the barn, sneaking up on two passers-by who’ve stopped at the caravan wreckage.

CASS: That explains why they bought me out...they needed the last loose end to saddle up back west with a tidy sum.

(NOTE: *Agnes delivered it and Cass signed it in IKROAH #7—Lou.)

CASS: It's a racket, Agnes: torch the local competition and it's win-win for both the f—

SFX: KRAK

A gunshot rips out from one of the RAIDERS’ rifles and sears across CASS’ shoulder.

CASS (gasping): —uckers.

CASS slumps down beneath the overturned caravan wagon on the road, clutching her shot shoulder.

CASS: —Aaggghghhhhhhh.

AGNES: Cass! Are you—

CASS: Fuck! Agnes, get down you moron!

AGNES ducks behind the cover of the wooden caravan wagon just as another gunshot splinters the top lip of it.

SFX: DTHWAK!

The RAIDERS advance on CASS and AGNES’ position, firing at them from off the road.

SFX: KRAK

AGNES leans over the top of the wagon with her pistol, returning fire.

SFX: BTAK BTAK BTAK

AGNES lands a shot right in one of the RAIDERS’ guts, and she drops her weapon and falls down.

SFX: SPLUT

CASS, leaning out the side of the wagon, takes as careful of aim as she can with her shotgun by holding it with her good arm. Trembling, she fires, connecting with the other RAIDER.

SFX: KBLAM

The would-have-been RAIDERS are dead.

AGNES: ...were those the Van Graffs?

CASS: No. Just some vultures.

CASS leans back behind cover to sit against the bottom of the overturned wagon again, wincing from her shoulder injury.

CASS: Ugghhn.

AGNES (slipping off duffel bag): Cass, your shoulder—

CASS: Yeah, it's been shot. I'm pretty fucking aware.

AGNES (unzipping bag): Quick, can you take your shirt off—

CASS: What!?

AGNES: —so I can dress the wound, Cass!

CASS: Oh! Good! So you weren't coming onto me on what remains of Griffin Wares Caravan.

CASS starts removing her shirt while AGNES produces a bottle of something from her duffel bag, and dampens a rag with its contents.

CASS: And since when are you a fucking field medic, anyway?

AGNES: 2269. NCR Certified.

CASS: What?

AGES: Yeah. I've been one kind of doctor or another since I was six.

CASS: What?

AGNES: Now hold still, this is antiseptic.

CASS: Since you were six!? I...shit, wait, hang on, Agnes—

AGNES pressess the rag onto CASS’ shoulder wound, and CASS winces instinctively. But, confusingly, there isn’t any pain.

CASS: ...isn't this supposed to sting like hell?

AGNES: No, not really. It's an acetic acid solution. Vinegar, basically.

AGNES begins cleaning the wound with the rag.

CASS: I thought you put alcohol on wounds to clean them.

AGNES: That's...a common misconception. It's good for tools, maybe, but too strong for skin. And it can complicate healing if you apply it directly.

CASS: So you're telling me, all my years, I've been wasting good whiskey only making my boo-boos worse?

AGNES: I mean...it's better than nothing in a pinch, but...

CASS: Well, then. Thanks for the lecture, doc. Can you just pass the whiskey anyway? Shoulder still hurts like hell regar—

AGNES hands her the whiskey bottle. She’d already gotten it out.

CASS: —dless. Oh. Thanks.

AGNES unspools a roll of bandages in her hands, then begins wrapping it over CASS’ shoulder and across her chest..

AGNES: So. It's a relatively minor wound, more of a deep graze than a real gunshot.

CASS: You'd know all about real gunshots, huh?

AGNES (unfazed): Uh-huh. I can suture it if necessary, but for now, these bandages will be fine. Just hold still. How do you feel?

CASS: I feel fucking pissed, Agnes!

AGNES recoils, taken aback slightly.

CASS: As I was saying before I got shot in the shoulder—which, however "minor" the wound, is real fucking close to my head, Agnes—this wasn't some random attack. These caravans, my caravan, got hit by the Van Graffs and Crimson Caravan. It ain't just some tragedy anymore. Now I've got names. Places. Faces.

AGNES resumes bandaging CASS.

CASS: I told you—ow! Don't pinch my tit, dammit—

AGNES: I said hold still.

CASS: —I told you, when you told me about this guy who shot you...when I let you drag me out of that fucking outpost...and when we went to Boulder City...that I would do the exact same thing in your shoes. Now, it is the exact same thing. This fucker shoots your eye out, these fuckers ash my caravan...these same fuckers I sold my own goddamn name to on a piece of paper. I mean...what else are we doing out here, Agnes? Getting shot at by Khans and Raiders just for kicks? Are we just fucking around?

AGNES finishes bandaging CASS, then leans back, pensive.

AGNES: No...no, I really guess we’re not.

CASS: That's what I thought. Your friend in Vegas can wait. Help me get mine, and we can get that shitheel together, and that's a prom—

CASS raises her arm to shake her fist as she speaks, straining her shoulder injury.

CASS: —mmmmmmghhhh. Ooww, oww, oww, oww...

CASS grabs her shoulder in pain while AGNES looks off in the distance and stands up. She looks out towards the horizon—towards VEGAS, and the pre-war casinos and hotels that still gleam and glitter in blinding sunlight.

Her fist clenches. Her brow furrows. Her body tenses, all over, staring at that city, that place.

The caravan wreckage remains alone on the highway, brahmin bones long picked clean by scavengers.

AGNES SANDS IN: IT KEEPS RIGHT ON A HURTIN’

VOLUME 2: MAKE IT BIG IN VEGAS

#fallout new vegas #fallout #courier six #rose of sharon cassidy #volume 02 #15 #ikroah archive

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Standing Here With You

A valentine’s day gift for @thecaptainhelm lm. (By the way, I love you so much and you’re amazing) I hope YOU have an awesome eventful day filled with lots of love because you’re such an amazing writer and I love you!!!!!!

Also, @eat0crow , who is moderating the gift exchange! Thank you for all you’ve done!

Everyone has a soulmate.

It's not a notable deal. Though it's something many people cherish and look forward to, it's just as much an ordinary fact as primary color mixing: that's just how the world works.

Blue and yellow mix correspond with each other to produce green; soulmate A and soulmate B each have tattoos to correspond with one another, completing either tattoo on the skin of their other half.

Marinette will be damned if she finds anyone to match her tattoo. She'd loved it as a child, sitting through boring classes with a pout and jittery knees so she could rush home and admire the strange tattoo that covered the length of her inner forearm.

But now, she couldn't find a single thing to be more ashamed about.

Even as she moves halfway across the world from taunting bullies and mind-controlling sociopaths, the damage is done.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng does not want a soulmate.

She does not want to disappoint, to never live up to her soulmates expectations, because, "Your soulmate wouldn't like those pigtails, Marinette." and, "How could someone want a bully like you?"

Marinette does not want to relive her lycée experience, covering her mark every chance she could get so that Lila Rossi wouldn't antagonize whoever was on the other end of her soul line.

She’d watch as other people’s—normal—soul marks started to glow, indicating the one thing soulmarks are responsible for. Marinette witnessed on the sidelines as everyone she knew and had learned to love and lose found their other half, and left her in the dark. Watching, seeing, but never to experience what it was like. To find your soulmate.

Her mark. A white rose hanging upside down at the epiphysis of her radius, petals spread wide against each other, some looked as though they were flowing freely in the air, and some looked as though they were stuck to one another.

A deep red liquid spurting out of the center, running down the limp rose and glazing its petals as it oozes from the center bottom and down the sides of her arm, creating for a unique, yet concerning mosaic upon her forearm.

"Is that blood?" They'd asked, some looking curious, and some looking downright disgusted at the mere sight of her mark. Something that was supposed to be naturally celebrated, not hated and sneered upon. They were convinced she'd be a menace to her soulmate, like soulmates were anything other than fate.

Marinette did not know if it was blood, obviously. There was no superior entity whispering to her at night, informing her of every single petal's weight in grams. Instead, it was easier to have a friend pick apart the dubious meaning of such a cryptic mark, unlike so many others, hers was not so simple.

Kagami, especially, had a great eye for these things. The meticulous thought that girl compartmentalizes for the sole topic is unbelievable at first glance. It's only when you see much more of her, do you understand why she even bothers with soulmarks.

"You wouldn't believe the meaning behind such marks, Marinette. It's only when you start to break the first barrier, do you know." Okay, so, Marinette had no such way with words as the world-class fencer, but she was pretty sure the girl was saying that marks represent people the way names represent their spices.

Salt, for example. You can just tell the flavor of salt by it’s damn name.

“You’re the epitome of innocence, Marinette,—“ Marinette begs to differ, she’s read fanfiction. “But it seems you’ve been hurt, aged more than what a white rose will represent for you. That’s where the blood paints over you, like a parasite.” Marinette furrows her eyebrows at Kagami, a reoccurring gesture that will give her wrinkles by the end of the year, she knows, but it’s Kagami.

They’re sitting in their apartment, high above the Gotham smog and litter they’ve learned to acquaint themselves with, and looking out over the city from their ratty second-hand couch.

—Because Marinette wants to live with someone who will break her finger and then call her stupid and put a cast on it for whatever reason, you feel?

Another twig, green leaves still growing out of it—though, probably not since the severance—blows by their window, spurred on by a lone gust and back down to the ground, plummeting to an unfortunately placed puddle on the pavement.

“Stop moping.” Marinette makes a face.

“I was not moping.”

“You were making that sad face you make when you see a puppy walking by itself on the street. You’re moping. Why?” Marinette huffs in annoyance, and turns to look at her friend, who’s already staring with an exasperated quirked eyebrow.

She flounders for words, making exuberant gestures with her hands as she tries not to look Kagami in the eye.

An audible exhale from the woman. “You’re worried about, what, your soulmate, for whatever reason?”

Marinette looks down at her mark, it’s entrancing rose petals glowing brightly against her skin, almost alike to the glittery sheen of highlighter she so often brushes onto her cheekbones.

“It started glowing last night, Kagami.” Marinette worries her lip and continues to stare at the now pulsing, almost obnoxious glow of her rose, the red liquid that spurts from its center taking on a glamorous shine.

“That’s wonderful. Right?” Kagami adds, when she fails to find a response.

It should be. She knows that. She should be joyous right now, jumping ecstatically and rejoicing at the fact that she might find her soulmate sooner than later, but the ever-impending doom of, ‘what if’ continuously pops up in her brain, muddling any chance of happiness she might’ve had.

Marinette’s psyche is aged. She’s been through things. A lot of things that most people haven’t been through. Deaths, loss of loved ones, reoccurring terrorist attacks, and so much more that puts a haunted look in her eye and a deep hunch in her shoulders. She couldn’t bear to see the look on her soulmate’s face.

Kagami seems to read her mind and makes a low noise in the back of her throat. “Let’s go to the zoo.” So spontaneous, it almost makes Marinette do a double take.

“You? Want to go to the zoo?” She stares at Kagami, the latter unwavering with a borderline determined look on her face that says, ‘Nope. No fighting me on this one.’

“Distraction.” Is all she says, and for once, Marinette agrees that, yes, maybe a distraction is in order.

The Gotham City Zoo proves to be a great distraction, in between the hippo exhibit and the jungle-themed building just for showcasing snakes, Marinette finds a rather warmth in her heart.

Marinette grins widely at the crocodiles lounging across various rocks, seemingly not a care in the world is thrown around in between her and the fenced crocodiles, and she harbors a sort of piece standing alone. (Kagami had ditched her at the zebras for the lions.)

Distantly, she hears what sounds like two people fighting—or, bickering.

“—over here, got bit by a crocodile.” An erupt of laughter from two different voices, one distinct with a low raspy laugh, and the other, who starts hacking nastily in the middle of it.

“Those cigarettes do not benefit you, Todd. This is not a laughable event.” A third voice juts in, and she has to turn her head, locate the source of whoever said that.

Three men, one looking younger than the other two, stand slightly to the right of her in front of the crocodile exhibit, the two older men seem to be laughing at the younger’s expense—how do you even get bitten by a crocodile? She decides to not judge. This is Gotham, after all.

And, oh.

The guy they seem to be laughing at has the brightest green eyes she’s ever seen. Ink black hair frames his face beautifully, as he sneers down at the other two. The stranger doesn’t seem to notice her stare, but it’s cut short anyway by the sudden immense throbbing of her forearm.

Marinette winces, and slowly pulls down her sleeve to see her soul mark is—

Finished. It’s glowing, glowing far more than it had been over the course of the past two days, glowing so much she can barely squint to see that buried deep in the middle of her rose, a pristine dagger.

Marinette’s eyes widen, and she can’t help but make an incoherent sound that fights its way up her throat.

A tap on her shoulder, and she turns around to see the boy she was shamelessly staring at is right in front of her, and, woah, he’s tall. Marinette cranes her head up to look at the boy who so quickly grabbed her attention.

He also has the prettiest blush on his face, his eyes darting in between her and his companions, who seem to be laughing even harder, and in the distance, she hears a crude nickname being thrown at him.

“Holy shit, Demon Brat actually has a soulmate—“ a sentence cut off by more wheezing laughter, so she turns her gaze back to the boy in front of her.

“I’m Damian, you’re...soulmate.” The last word comes out wonky, like he couldn’t believe his own words, but she understands. He’s staring at Marinette now, bright green gaze fixed so intently on her, and she can’t help but blush, herself.

“Marinette. I figured, actually, when my arm started to sting like a bitch.” She says, once her mouth finally aligns with her brain and she gets the courage to say something relevant to smart.

Damian cracks a small smile, and she finds herself following the gesture with her eyes. It’s a beautiful movement, one she can tell is foreign to him, a shame.

And she doesn’t feel jittery. More at peace, looking at the equally aged look deep in his eyes, and the mark right in the middle of her forearm, she can guess he’s been through a hell of a lot, maybe more than she has.

Marinette will spend a lifetime learning what lies behind his exterior, looking at him now.

She supposes this soulmate thing won’t be too hard, after all, even as the two men behind them keep bickering and laughing at their predicament in front of the crocodile exhibit.

#maribatdrabbleexchange #maribat #daminette #mlb x dc #damian x marinette #marinette dupain cheng #damian

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 24: Domestic

16 fics under the cut

Kisses And Breakfast | @vampamber

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,141 Main Tags/Warnings: married Destiel, implied sexual content, fluff Summary: Just another morning in the Winchester-Novak household. Dean trying to be a sweetie by making breakfast for his husband, and Castiel not liking the fact that he decided to do it so damn early in the morning. But it was such a cute gesture, plus there was bacon, so Castiel eventually forgives Dean. Because, you know, bacon. But also because he loves his husband.

Leeches | @mattzerella-sticks

Rating: General Word Count: 1,208 Main Tags/Warnings: Bunker fic, Netflix passwords, Flustered Dean Winchester, Embarassed Dean Winchester Summary: Sharing a Netflix makes sense, in hindsight. Dean gets it. But that doesn’t mean he appreciates seeing a bunch of profiles after his that weren’t there last he checked. He’s gonna get to the bottom of this - of when this happened, why, and how they were able to guess his password.

Lady And The Tramp | @vampamber

Rating: General Word Count: 1,501 Main Tags/Warnings: drunk Dean, annoyed Cas, established relationship, Disney references Summary: Castiel loves his boyfriend Dean, even when he’s being an adorable drunken idiot. So when drunk Dean starts talking about the kiss scene with the spaghetti from Lady And The Tramp, what else is there for him to do but go out and buy spaghetti noodles?

Angel Dreams | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,033 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Domestic Dean, Dean’s Birthday, Pie AND Cake, character injury, Pining Summary: When Dean ends up unconscious after a hunt, Castiel finds his way into Dean’s dreams only to find a domestic bliss that they both want and need.

The shirt in the dispute (and other laundry feuds) | @chaoticdean

Rating: General Word Count: 2,099 Main Tags/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Domestic Disputes, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Misunderstandings Summary: It all starts off with a sordid affair of mixed laundry, and somehow it’s World War III in the Men of Letter’s bunker (or the one where Castiel mess a batch of laundry up, and Dean’s Led Zeppelin shirt bites the dust)

Happy Plant Parents | @fpwoper

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Marijuana, Sex Pollen, (Mutual) Masturbation, Dean and Cas are Neighbours Summary: Dean and Cas share a hallway between their apartments, and it tends to smell like weed. Cas promises to bring in plants to help filter the air, and Dean asks Cas to come over for dinner to discuss a schedule to co-parent all the plants decorating their hallway.

Summer Days | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 2,788 Main Tags/Warnings: Summer Vacation, Gen, Team Free Will, Beach Summary: Finally having some time off, Dean decides they need to take some real, nice, summer vacation.

Feline | @castielscarma

Rating: General Word Count: 3,597 Main Tags/Warnings: Light angst, love confessions Summary: Cas finds a stray outside the Bunker and decides to bring it home. Little does he know that the cat will come to be instrumental in bringing him closer to Dean.

Bittersweet | @wynterfiel

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,000 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Accountant!Castiel, Gardener!Dean, Kid Fic, Baby Jack Kline, Parenthood, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Light Angst, Domestic Dean/Castiel Summary: A successful work transfer later and Castiel finds himself away from stuffy New York with his baby nephew, Jack. Christmas wasn’t a priority until Castiel realised it would be Jack’s first and maybe he should put in the effort. This endeavour leads him straight to Winchester Nursery and Flower Shop.

we’ll find a new home | @holyfirecircle

Rating: General Word Count: 7,860 Main Tags/Warnings: Love confessions, pining, cooking as a love language, Human!Cas, finale never happened, Summary: After Cas comes home, Dean starts cooking like crazy. He thinks he might be compensating for something.

Home | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 10,039 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Fluff, Domestic Summary: There are apocalypses and monsters and nightmares. But between all of this Dean and Castiel are just trying to manage their lives together. And that turns out to become surprisingly domestic.

stop the world from turning | iCeDreams (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,690 Main Tags/Warnings: COVID-19 related, canon, top!Cas/bottom!Dean, Bunker fic Summary: Castiel’s long existence is defined by blocks of time he’s carved out for himself. As an angel, he was part of the Host, but never quite one of them. Now, in the bunker with the Winchesters and Jack, it’s time to fill the empty spaces the Host left with the family he’s chosen. – OR… a look at what Castiel does for 24 hours with stay-at-home orders in the Men of Letters Bunker.

Welcome to Pine Shores! | @andimeantittosting

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,901 Main Tags/Warnings: Future Fic, Human Cas, Mutual Pining, Middle-aged Dean and Cas, top!dean/bottom!cas Summary: Thirteen years ago, Dean, with Cas by his side, bought the run-down Pine Shores Motel, and made it into a home and a stopping place for hunters. In those thirteen years, he has never been able to bring himself to admit his feelings to Cas—after all, why rock the boat? But, Dean realizes, doesn’t Cas deserve more than just growing old in a shabby motel with Dean? Surely, as a good friend, it’s Dean’s job to encourage Cas to get out there and live his dreams.

late july | @thanks-tacos

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26,669 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha Castiel (Supernatural),Top Castiel, Omega Dean, Bottom Dean,Hurt/Comfort,Mute Dean Winchester,Bookstore Owner Castiel,Past Abuse,Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con,Happy Ending,Slow Burn Summary: ‘I would like to take in your most abused one,’ Castiel says, looking at the rows of doors in the yellow corridor. 'Give him a good home.’ After his accident, Castiel needs someone to help him around the small brick house he lives in and the bookstore he owns. So, he adopts Dean; an omega who barely survived being dumped in a ditch and left for dead. Dean doesn’t talk, but that’s fine; they learn to live together in the quaint, rainy city surrounded by a green forest. Castiel just wants to give Dean a peaceful life he deserves, and maybe also - become his mate?

Prayer in G | ValandraEvans (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 102,870 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - All Human, Top!Castiel, Bottom!Dean, Happy Ending, Openly BiSexual Dean, Conversion Therapy Trauma Summary: Castiel Novak just finished his third year of Seminary School and is about to undertake his fieldwork assignment in Sioux Falls, SD. He’s been assigned to assist Reverent Michael at the evangelical Church of Divine Light in the community outreach program. Dean Winchester lives on the outskirts of Sioux Falls in a log cabin he built himself. He hunts and fishes and other than the occasional trip into town for supplies or visit from his best friend Charlie or brother Sam is happy with his reclusive life. When Castiel shows up at Dean’s door, bags in tow, this wasn’t exactly the favor he thought he was doing for Sherif Jody Mills when she asked if he was up for taking in a border for a few months. Now he was stuck with the nerdy wanna-be minister with eyes so blue, Dean swears he can see heaven in them.

Life is like a Hallmark movie (WIP) | @hallmarkdestiel,

Rating: General Word Count: 124,626 Main Tags/Warnings: Slow burn Firefighter Dean Doctor Castiel PTSD Summary: Castiel Novak is a big city Doctor. Dean Winchester is a small town farmer. The Family farm is being threatened by the Bank. At first, Dean and Castiel hate each other but Can true love save the day in time for Christmas in Cottonwood Falls, Kansas?

#destiel trope collection 2021 #day 24 #domestic #destiel #supernatural #fanfic

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jungc6ck · 3 years

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Super (JJK x reader) Pt.1

🔥 Pairing: superhero/soulmate Jungkook x superhero/soulmate reader

💧Genre: superhero au, soulmate au, smut, angst

🔥 Rating: R (18+)

💧Summary: Jungkook was born as one of the lucky few to possess superpowers, so were you. He’s looked up to you ever since you’ve been fighting crime, so it makes perfect sense the universe would choose for you to be soulmates... unfortunately for him, you’re not even close to what everyone thinks you are. Behind that golden mask you wear is a less than golden person. Little does our clumsy and awkward hero know what you, this world, and the universe are about to put him through.

🔥Word count: 4k

💧 Warnings: cursing, violence, fighting, mention of sex and sexual acts and tiddies, future smut, future violence, future drinking problem, future mention of depression, future monsters (I’m just forewarning you that it’s going to get kind of dark)

“Hey! Pee-boy, wake up!”

Jungkook let out a little groan at the voice, letting it know he didn't appreciate the name-calling or being woken up.

“Jungkook” the voice now got growly and agitated.

Jungkook knew the voice, he just was too tired to respond.

“Get up!”

“How did you get in my room?” Jungkook muttered with his eyes still closed as he tried to roll over to escape Jimin’s nagging. His body rolled into unsupported nothingness and within a fraction of a second, his heart was racing right before his body made a collision with the cold wood floor. He knew he might as well wake up now.

Jimin cackled maniacally at the boy groaning in frustration and pain on the floor with his eyes now squinting open and looking up at his friend who sat in the chair at his desk beside the head of his bed.

“Your parents let me in.”

The only response the boy had was a sigh

“You know, because you’re twenty-three and still live with them… in their attic. To be honest it’s not even a cool lair.”

Jungkook finally sat up off of the floor and saw the neatly folded cloth Jimin had in his lap.

“Oh, this is for you. You should try it on.” He offered the fabric out to him.

Jungkook took it from him as he sat on the floor with his back against his bed and held it up the best he could to get a good look at it.

The spandex-looking material was a swirl of deep blue and silver reminding him of ocean waves at night.

“Thank you.” Jungkook gave his best friend a surprised but thankful smile before he went back to marveling at it.

“I can’t believe you made this, just for me.” He was astonished at his best friend’s talent.

“Well, you are my best friend… and a very special person. Oh! I almost forgot! The mask!”

Jimin reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a navy blue silicone rubbery object and tossed it to Jungkook. “It ties in the back with a thin string to match your hair but the inside of it is made of the gell stuff they use in push-up bras to keep them in place.”

Jimin sounded proud of himself but Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh until something dawned on him.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” Jungkook asked Jimin as his body froze up and mouth dropped open.

“Almost eleven-thirty.” His friend had pulled out his phone to check before replying.

“Shit! Work!” Jungkook jumped up and threw his new suit and mask on his bed before running over to his closet across the room.

“I’ll see you later, good luck today,” Jimin announced.

Jungkook had already grabbed a jacket and jeans and headed over to his friend now by the door to give him a quick hug and thank you, but accidentally and absentmindedly added a quick kiss to the side of his head which made Jimin laugh. Jungkook was in too much of a hurry to dwell on his mistake and too silly to take it back, plus Jimin had already left the room before he could even speak again. He grabbed a backpack and threw his new suit into it along with a few other things before leaving.

“Hell,” Jungkook mumbled to himself with an exasperated sigh as his shitty car refused to start for the third time. “Come on baby, you can do it.” He tried again “do it for me” with that, the noise of the engine roared to life, however it still sounded as though its life could end at any moment. “What a good girl.” Jungkook realized as he drove off the way he had been speaking to his car. He blushed a little to himself and was glad no one overheard it. He knew sometimes he could be a little oblivious to those things with never having sex even once in his life. Once a girl did let him feel her up though at her house while under the guise of studying back when he was in school. He had no idea she didn’t really invite him over to study for a science test, he didn’t even know when she was flirting with him until she got frustrated and asked him to kiss her and take off his shirt. Jungkook had gotten a little bored with it though and nervous around her and never went back over to her house. That couldn’t have been his soulmate, but sometimes he wonders if it had been since she had been the only girl to ever like him that he knew of.

He was twenty-three, lived with his parents, never went to college, never found his soulmate like everyone else has, and made pizza for a living. It wasn’t all that bad at least he was trying and at least he had a job. He was simply making due with what he was given in life and he was doing his best and that was what mattered… well that wasn’t exactly true… until recently.

He was given so much more than any average person, he had always just been too scared to use it or even tell anyone but his family and best friend. His best friend. Jimin had known him since they were both six years old. He was the first one to know about Jungkook’s powers and help him figure out everything he could do. A lot of the time he helped drive Jungkook and make him do what he needed to do and in return, he liked to listen to Jimin and help him solve problems in his life, or hear about his day. Jungkook knew he was lucky to have him as a friend, always supportive, always creative as a fashion designer should be, Jungkook felt lucky he didn’t ditch him a long time ago. Jimin was accomplished, on top of having a good job, he had found his soulmate already, a rich modeling agent named Taehyung.

Jungkook had asked Jimin before what it was like to meet him and he replied something along the lines of “when you meet your soulmate, you just know. It hits you hard, you both know the universe has put you together. It’s not just love, it’s something so much more, something… addicting.” He had also said he had seen Taehyung before in magazines and that Taehyung had seen him on tv, but nothing hit until they met in person.

Jungkook had always wondered if he even had one if he was meant for anyone at all especially with him being so different. His parents were soulmates, so were his grandparents. Everyone had one but maybe not him. Perhaps the universe had given him powers but no one to love.

He didn’t want to think about it so he turned up the radio as he drove slightly over the speed limit into the city where traffic seemed pretty bad today.

“Fire girl, what do you think of her? Who do you think she is?” A radio talk show that he was previously ignoring made his ears perk up at her name. He had been enamored with her for years now. Everything she did, every person she saved, everyone she fought, Jungkook had known about.

“I think she’s pretty, that’s for sure. As for who she is, I guess no one would ever know in a city this big, maybe if I came across her I would know. I’d know that bright red hair anywhere.” The second man said.

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff. They wouldn’t know. Not only did she wear a mask but he knew that a person’s hair and eyes changed when they activated their powers. She most likely didn’t even have red hair or yellow eyes in her everyday life, just like his hair wasn’t blue and neither were his eyes. Jungkook was just plain Jungkook when he wasn’t using his powers. It was obvious to him that everyone didn’t know that.

“What if it’s a wig?” The first man asked the second.

“Who’s got time to put on one? Especially with that whole skin-tight outfit. Where do you think she gets dressed? How do you think she knows when and where the trouble is?”

“She could wear it under her normal clothes.”The first man decided and that struck Jungkook as a good idea. “As for how she knows about crime? Maybe she listens to a scanner on the same frequency as the police? Perhaps she even just watched the news. All I know is that our city is lucky to have her.”

“Ahh I’m not sure about that. I’ve heard people born with powers are pompous jerks who think they can get away with anything, a lot of people think that.”

Jungkook had heard that too growing up. There were people like him and fire girl all over the world, while there weren’t many, some always seemed to get into trouble. That’s what stopped Jungkook from trying to be a superhero until now. He was afraid of looking like a dick-bag, he was even afraid of becoming one. Although Jimin assured him he could never be, he was still scared of slipping up. While some people didn’t care for superheroes, some people loved them, especially children. He just didn’t want to disappoint anyone, he didn’t know if he was even good enough despite practicing in his backyard and taking taekwondo since he was a child. He wasn’t even comparable to fire girl.

As a child, he looked up to her, not just because she was pretty and cool, and could do so many things he couldn’t, not even because she had the exact opposite powers as he did. He looked up to her because she looked to be around his age, she made it all look so easy and she hadn’t been in any kind of scandal yet despite her five years as a public superhero. He thought maybe she was like him and that maybe she just wanted to do good in this world and not need the fame validation like some other heroes. Maybe she just wanted to help people like Jungkook did. He also thought that perhaps she might be grateful for some help.

This city was riddled with robberies, bad people, murderers, and just criminals in general, and even with knowing they would be stopped they all still tried for whatever reason. Jungkook also knew that the police in this town could be just as bad as the criminals and they were just as much egotistical jerks as some heroes were. Jungkook knew that just because you have power in any way didn’t mean you had to flaunt it and abuse it.

“She could be a terrible person, how would we know?”

Jungkook turned the radio off.

It was a hot summer day and working his butt off in a boiling kitchen with ovens going all day wasn’t what Jungook thought he would be doing when he was a child and imagined his future, although neither was using his superpowers and becoming a superhero. To be honest, he liked music, he liked to listen to it everywhere, at home, at work, even on his way to work and back. He had even gotten a guitar for his seventh birthday and spent years learning to play. He thought for sure he would be in some famous band by now and not just singing along to the radio while sweat-soaked his shirt in a pizza kitchen. His dreams weren’t what they were supposed to be, but he was fine with that, he was fine with thinking the universe would eventually just lead him to where he needed to be, and it was definitely about to.

There were ten minutes left of his shift, ten agonizing minutes where he was left alone to lock up the shop, finish cleaning up the place and turn the lights off. He was always left to close the shop alone, his boss trusted him to do it more so than the others, however, he still hadn’t made him a manager. The radio had been turned off and all that was left for background noise was the tv in the dining area that Jungkook let play on the news in hopes that he would see her on it as he swept the floor.

He didn’t unfortunately, but what he did see was live footage of a bank robbery that had turned into a stand-off with the police.

Jungkook froze and nearly dropped the broom in his hand as he watched the helicopter footage of the scene. The bank was close to him. He had his suit and mask in his backpack in the back, he could do this if he wanted to.

Adrenaline began to course through him at the thought. He bit his lip with his gaze on the tv as his options battled inside of him like violent crashing waves although he was calm on the outside. His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight minutes now until he could leave.

In an instant, he had made a decision. He took off running through the store, clocked out, and headed into the back where his backpack was.

He stripped down in the storeroom as his pulse hammered in his ears. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he knew he had to start sometime.

He felt odd being stripped down to his underwear at work while struggling to get his limbs in the tight, stretchy fabric with his hands shaking. He had gotten one foot in a leg hole but lost his balance and fell over onto the tile trying to get the other in. He decided that maybe getting dressed while laying on the floor was his best bet.

His hands still shook as he tied the back of his mask tightly around his head. He could feel the jelly-like side conforming to the curves of his upper face and wondered if this was how a boob felt in a push-up bra as he thought about what Jimin had said earlier.

“Okay.” he let out a shaky breath as he stood up from the floor “I’m not going to die today. I won’t die. Nope, not even once. I won’t die.” he chanted to himself hoping that implanting it in his brain would help him be safer while mustering courage. He let out a deep breath before he let his power wash over his body, knowing his hair and eyes just changed to blue.

“Let’s do this!” he said to himself with sureness and courage with clenched fists.

He locked up the shop, leaving his backpack with his clothes inside, and headed to his car just outside.

He had a fist full of keys, some for the store and some for his house and car. As he put his car key in the ignition and tried to start it, all of his courage died along with the engine.

“Balls!” he shouted as he smacked the steering wheel and tried again. The car simply wouldn’t start. “After I was so nice to you this morning?! Come on! I’m trying to be a superhero here!”

He tossed all the keys into the passenger seat and let the top of his head fall back into the headrest as he looked up at the roof of the car. He debated on giving up, but he decided against it. He could feel it, this was where the universe was leading him, today was his day.

The underwhelming but soon-to-be hero decided to briskly jog to the scene of the crime while people stared at him for the way he was dressed, cursing himself the entire way for being unable to fly.

Jungkook was met with a blocked-off street with police officers and cop cars scattered all over it. Jungkook hadn’t thought about how to get through the cops and into the bank. If he wasn’t going to get shot out here by the police for trying to get into a robbery, he would probably be killed by the robbers for simply just strolling in. The odds and his luck didn’t seem to be in his favor today.

“I’m a superhero, I should be able to just go on by them.” He told himself and decided to try it.

He walked past the roadblock but didn’t make it far.

“Hey, kid! Where do you think you’re going?!” Was shouted at him making him pick up the pace until he was at a full run for the bank door.

A lot of officers were shouting at him, but it was hard for him to understand them with the pleads in his head for them to not take him out, the noisy helicopter overhead, and the loudness of his heartbeat.

He almost crawled as he entered the glass doors of the bank as silently as he could.

It looked like Jungkook’s luck was turning around because not only were the masked robbers too busy stealing and yelling at people they had lying on the ground to see him, but they had their backs all turned to him. This was perfect.

Just as he raised a hand to do something one was suddenly knocked over making the other three robbers look in that direction.

Fire girl. She had dropped from seemingly nowhere and kicked one in the face before her feet even touched the floor.

There she was, in person, in action, and not just on tv. She now stood in the same room with him with her golden mask coving half of her face, her yellow eyes,doand bright red hair. Her skin-tight suit was a mix of yellow, orange, and gold. She was so unbelievably beautiful that he felt like it was melting his brain.

Before Jungkook could go into too many starstruck thoughts over it, his body told him to take action as gunfire began.

He raised his hand yet again and let a heavy and harsh stream hit one right in the back, knocking him forward so hard that his head hit the marble floor and the gun flew from his hand.

He had never done that to a person before, but his powers had done exactly what he wanted them to, just like always. For whatever reason, Jungkook was sure they would fail when the time came.

His heart raced as all eyes were on him now and his brain panicked with “holy shit, I’ really doing this”

“Who the hell are you?!”

The words didn’t come from anyone he was expecting, not a bank teller, not a civilian, not even a robber. It was fire girl who seemed lost.

Jungkook ignored it as he saw a gun now from one of the last two bank robbers being pointed in his direction.

Time seemed to slow as his body acted for him, getting low to the ground and holding out his hand for a powerful surge of water to release. It hit the man with the gun pointed at him directly in the face so hard Jungkook had thought it had broken his neck.

From his peripherals, he could see fire girl sweeping the legs of the last man and stepping on his neck.

And then there was silence.

Both he and the second hero collected the guns before Jungkook threw one of the robbers over his shoulder, then he went for a second one which he threw over his other one. Was he showing off his strength in front of a pretty girl? Yes. But it was working. She watched frozen for a moment as he took the two limp men over to the door and laid them in front of the glass for the police to see and gestured to them that everything was okay and that they could come in.

Dragging another robber across the floor and into the pile was fire girl.

Their eyes locked for just a moment and they both paused.

Jungkook was hit like an explosion, although it felt physical, he still stood frozen with his mouth dropped open. It felt like he had been shot but it wasn’t pain he had felt in his brain and chest, but with a powerful wave of ease and belonging. Although this feeling was new to him, there was a strange sense of deja vu about it as if he had lived and felt it before. His brain was in overload and began to shut down until nothing but static was left.

“Who are you?” She asked again but it was much much quieter.

Jungkook was at a complete loss for words.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice went bitter and cold as she now gave him a shitty look through with her yellow eyes drilling into him through her golden mask that covered the top half of her face.

Again, Jungkook didn’t speak.

“YOU COULD’VE DIED!! It was obvious you didn’t know what the hell you were doing!” She was now pointing her finger angrily right in his face so close he felt his eyes cross.

“You stay the hell out of it amateur! Don’t EVER get involved in something like this ever again when you have no training and no control over anything in this situation ESPECIALLY when you have no control over your powers! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! You’re an idiot and you could've made this job so much harder for me!”

She yelled at him while all that Jungkook could think about was what the hell he was feeling and going through and how beautiful and powerful she looked when she was yelling at him.

“I-I-“ Jungkook was trying to muster the brainpower to speak “but everything was okay.”

He had been so lost in her that he didn’t even see it coming when he was tackled to the ground and his arms were forcefully bent behind his back.

A police officer was sitting on his back and applying cold metal handcuffs to his wrists.

“Ow ow ouch.” He winced at the crushing weight on his back and the bending of his arms which he thought might snap like the delicate bones of spicy chicken wings. He could see the feet of the hostages beginning to file out of the building, some in tears from their traumatic experience.

“Why am I being arrested?” he asked wondering why he was being treated like a bad guy when he had just saved people and why wasn’t fire girl being arrested as well.

He was pulled to his feet by the handcuffs and patted down.

“You were unauthorized to enter this building. You interfered with law enforcement.”

Jungkook wanted to tell the cop that law enforcement wasn’t even doing anything to assist in the situation anyway, but he knew that would be a bad move and didn’t want to make the situation any worse.

“Why isn’t she being arrested then?” he nodded his head towards the other hero.

“She’s fire girl. She’s a superhero.” the officer answered simply.

“TELL THEM!” Jungook begged her in desperation.

“Tell them what?” she crossed her arms and spoke with a sour tone.

“Tell them I helped.” he urged.

“But you didn’t.”

She was lying and they both knew it, however, the cop didn’t, and began to drag Jungkook away and out the door.

In the open, people swarmed. Onlookers, reporters, ambulances, fire trucks. Everyone was watching him get arrested as if he had robbed the bank himself.

He was stuck into the back of a cop car for far too long. He even got the chance to see flame erupt from fire girl’s feet and watched as she flew away. Was she a jerk like many other superheroes? Or did she just not want to see him get hurt? Jungkook chose to believe it was the second one. After all, his soulmate couldn’t be a lying jerk-bag, could she?

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yandere-mha-blog · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Boredom

Words: 2130

Boredom, Sure most people hated the feeling of fear the worst, or some people even hated the feeling of love. But you hated the feeling of boredom, so why you chose to take this excruciating lackluster lecture for your class was beyond you. You were tapping your nails against the desk scribbling down a few notes here and there, stuff you already knew. Why this college made you take classes that were so painfully basic was beyond your understanding, oh wait a second, money that's why.

“Hey (Name)?” your seatmate said to you

“Hmm?” you said

“Can I please see your notes? You always know the right stuff to write down,” she said

“Sure,” you said pushing your notes over a bit so she could get a better look at them

“Thank you.” She said, you nodded your head and kept listening to the drone of a lecture. Once it was finally done and over with you packed up your bags and were going to head to the courtyard.

“Man, that was boring. I don't know how you pay attention to this so well.” Your seatmate said

“I can’t really.” you said putting away your pencil case “Hope the notes help.”

“They will, hey you want to eat lunch together?” She asked

“Sorry but I like to eat alone,” you said

“Ohhh, okay we'll see you in class tomorrow (name).” she said and left, you followed suit and went to the vending machine, got a quick snack, and headed back to your dorm, the next class was in an hour and might as well relax a bit for the time being. You pulled out your phone to read the latest news.

Villain dubbed the Name NightHawk strikes again, police are looking for any leads.

“This guy again huh, he must be stalking this area.” you thought “Wonder how long he is planning to stay around this boring area.”

After looking at one too many cat videos you headed off to your next class, Mutation quirk and medication. With the wide range of quirks, there were many issues that could harm the quality of life. Studying to become a doctor sure did take a lot of work, even more work now that humans could have any range of growths, bumps, dry spots. Could that be a part of their quirk or is it a tumor that needs to be removed? This was one of the classes that interested you, the hands-on approach, if you didn't have a strong stomach you shouldn't take this class, takes you back to high school when you had to dissect a frog, then a squid, and who could forget the pig fetus. The teachers were not too thrilled that you used your quirk to open up the animals though and sent you to the counselor afterward.

Oh well

Drawing down the diagrams, your seatmate who you seem to have a lot of classes with looked over

“Man you are really good at drawing, can I take a photo?” she asked

“Sure,” you said

“You are a woman of few words huh.” she said, “but you are really nice (name).” “Thanks,” you said, trying to pay attention to the lecture, she must have gotten the hint and went back to her note-taking. Still with this being the last class of the day you were finally ready to take a nice hot bath and relax.

“So (name).” she said, “I was wondering if you want to come with me and a couple of friends tonight, we are getting some drinks.”

“Hm I don't know, I don't like getting drunk on a school night,” you said

“You have classes tomorrow?” She asked, sounding let down by that news, well not like you had anything else to do and maybe a couple of drinks with some people would curb your boredom a bit.

“Oh wait, today is Friday, I have tomorrow off.” you said “I don’t like to stay out too late, I'll still go just won't be there the whole time.”

“That's fine, I've been wanting to hang out with you, I'll pay as thanks for helping me with the notes.”

“Sounds good, which palace are we meeting up at?” you asked

“Oh, it's called cherry steam.” She said, “You know I just realized I never told you my name, it's Fumiko. Also, we are meeting there at six so in two hours

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you said and left, it had been a while since you went out so finally an excuse to wear that new dress you bought months ago, you didn’t get invited out often because most of your classmates thought of you as aloof so this was a nice treat.

So when you arrived outside Cherry Steam and it only hit you then that this was a mixer, and they were short a girl for this group of five men, just great. You sat at the end sipping away at your, you lost count, fruity drink as the guy across from you tried to make conversation.

“So uhm what are you in school for?” he asked

“Doctor, what about you?” you asked taking another sip

“Business major,” he said

“Is that so,” you said swirling the drink around your glass, god could this be any more painful, this guy was incredibly duel.

“So what's your quirk, not to brag but mine is really cool.” he said “I'm able to see behind my head with a third eye.”

“Huh that's neat, guess it must be hard for people to get the drop on you.” you said “My quirk has a habit to scare people off, so not sure if you can handle it.”

“OH come on you can show me,” he said, finally something interesting, so you held out your hand

“You sure you wanna know.” you teased

“Well now I can’t, not see it,” he said, as you flexed your fingers and your five-inch talons came shooting out of your nail beds, he jolted back. “Holy…”

“Told you.” you said taking another sip, this got the attention of the others “I'm able to flex my fingers and these talons come out.”

“Wow you could become a hero with those.” the other guy said as they looked over “can I touch them.”

“Only if you want to get cut,” you said putting your talons back in under your nail beds.

“Does it hurt when they pop out like that?” another guy asked

“Not really.'' You said, as you continued to have the conversation with these guys, you didn't notice the other girls getting a little pissed off by the lack of attention they were getting. Till Fumiko tapped your shoulder

“Hey, I need to go to the restroom. Can you come with me?” she asked

“Sure, I don't mind,” you said getting up and walking out of the booth and following her, only for her to stop outside

“(name) I'm glad you are having fun but the other girls came here as well, can you dial it down a bit?” she asked, you were now confused

“Dial what down?” you asked

“You are flirting with all of them.”She said, “So can you just, you know tone down the flirting a bit.”

“...I think I should leave,” you said

“(name) wait that's not what I meant.” She said

“Look it's getting late anyway I wasn't planning on staying out past ten.” you said “I want to make a scene I’ll just leave so you can all have fun.”

You walked back to the booth and grabbed your purse slinging it over your shoulder.

“Heyy where are you going?” the guy asked

“It's gotten late.” you said “I need to head back, thanks for the drinks.”

“Awwww, what lame.” Another guy said

“Maybe another time, bye-bye.” you said and left the booth, Fumiko came back

“Fumiii your friend left, I didn't even get her number.”

“Hey who said you would be the one getting her number?”

“Hey who said, who said you would be getting her number!” his other friend yelled at him, they started fighting amongst themselves they didn't see their other guy friend leave, till Fumi looked

“Hey didn't we have an extra guy just now?” she asked

“Hey, where is Akio?” His friend said, “That lousy bastard ditched us.”

Well, at least now we have a perfect amount of people.” One of the girls Fumiko brought said

“Greta another round then!”

You were walking down the street rather pissed off, first, she tells you it was just a couple of drinks, not the fact it was a mixer, and that they needed another woman to come. Secondly, the second that they start paying attention to you, they get all pissed off. You never understood people as you kept walking down the street in a huff letting people know to stay out of your way.

“Hey (name).” you hear a males voice oh it is one of the guys

“Huh what are you doing here?” you asked, man you felt drunk this is why you didn't drink you can't handle your booze.

“You just left all of a sudden, you okay?” He asked

“I'm fine, I'm fine, you can go back to your friends now,” you said your words were a bit slurred but you could make it home by yourself

“It's no fun when there isn't the same amount of men and women, here let me walk you home.” He said, and oh no you knew what that meant with these guys

“NO need, I can take care of myself,” you said and kept walking, he must have not gotten the hint because he kept walking behind you, before putting his arm over your shoulder

“You are stumbling let me help,” he said

“I told you I am fine,” you said slinging his arm off and kept walking, you just wanted to get away from this guy, there was a shortcut you thought not thinking correctly as you tried to lose him.

“Hey (Name), can you just listen to me, I'm just trying to be nice,” Akio said grabbing your wrist

“I don't want you to be nice, I want you to let me go before I cut you.” You said as he grabbed your other wrist.

“You won't be able to cut me if you can't move your hands.” he said, his tone shifting yup he was getting violent “You do have such an amazing quirk you know.” “Let me go already.” You said struggling before you flexed your fingers and pointed them down to stab him in the arms

“AGH YOU BITCH.” He yelled pulling back his arm and you booked it down the alley shortcut, you could hear him chasing after you. When he grabbed the back of your dress and yanked you into his chest.

“What's this, a lovers quarrel?” you heard someone else's voice, having no idea where it was coming from “You know women don't like pushy guys.” “Who the fuck said that?” Akio said not letting go of you

“I did up here.” the voice said with a whistle, and you looked up to see a man who looked around your age on fire escape legs dangling down as he was eating take out.

“This doesn't concern you,” Akio said, as you kept trying to crack loose, Akio was freaking out and now this strange man was just watching on.

“It kinda does, because here I am trying to enjoy some take out after a long day and now I see some brute manhandling someone who isn't interested.” He said as a can of coffee hit Akio on the head, not even in front of the direction the man was in. Akio must have thought it was not worth it and shoved you down and ran for it.

“Yeesh what a load of work.” The man said, “You good down there.”

“I'm… fine,” you said trying to gather your thoughts as you got up, great you skinned your knee, the man got up on his feet and looked down.

“I saw that you have a pretty neat quirk.” He said, “ Reminds me of bird talons.”

“Most people say cat paws.” you said getting up, was this guy trying to lift your spirits or something “I really wasn't thinking while coming down here, do you know the way out?”

“Yup, strength down that way to the left, wouldn't recommend going that way,” he said pointing the direction Akio booked it at.

“Thank you,” you said grabbing your purse and walking down, As the man looked in the direction Akio came to. Before an arrangement of red feathers came out from hiding in the alleyway and attached to his back, he had one more thing to do.

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