okay, but everyone portrays Trini as “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about school” but… do you remember Spinelli from that Recess animated show? She acted as if she failed every assignment but she actually had grades similar to Gretchen… What if Trini was secretly the biggest nerd (besides Billy of course) and they all find out when they show up in Trini’s house unannounced and her mom, overly excited leads them to a small studio room where Trini studies, that is incredibly organized, yellow accents, sunflowers by the window and a lot of yellow post its on the wall, pretty notes and a lot of books, the tests, quizzes and assignments that had been returned to her in a stash and they all can see she mainly has As? And that becomes the target of the rest of the rangers teasing and Trini becomes Kimberly’s personal biology tutor, in which Kim is great at but uses it as an excuse to spend time with Trini.
He goes through three random duffel bags before he finds what he’s looking for. Just as he’s about to make his move, Katsudon decides it’s the perfect moment to take a break from practicing the fastest step sequence anyone’s probably ever attempted and come off the ice to hang out for a bit before I meet Victor for lunch, it’s been a while since it was just us. And of course he immediately zeroes in on the lighter in Yuri’s hand, because there is a helicopter parent trapped inside Katsudon’s chubby ass that finds every opportunity to come out and make Yuri’s life a waking nightmare.
“Yurio,” Katsudon gasps, positively breathless with disappointment. He looks like he’s two seconds away from crying, turning himself over to the police for gross negligence, or both. “Have you started smoking?”
Blue Diamond has plans to create another facility on the dark side of the moon where humans will mine raw materials to build new weapons. In order to test the habitability of the new base, Blue Pearl and Holly Blue Agate are dispatched to Earth to kidnap a few test subjects — but after they nab Buck Dewey, Jenny Pizza and Sour Cream, the two Gems discover they’ve also been abandoned on the moon base. Left with nothing better to do, Holly and Blue Pearl decide to torment their captives with a stash of cheesy movies. Can Steven and the Crystal Gems rescue their human friends before they lose their sanity?
HC (rfa+saeran) of MC being a huge troublemaker(like with the law and/or entire countries), or in a violent gang of some sort? thxxx
Okay so I had a lot of fun writing this, so as I do I went a little overboard with it. Also, the amount of research I did for this is crazy AND if the FBI is checking my browser history they now think that I am a drug cartel running serial killer looking for a hitman to hire. Great…anyway, I hope you enjoy. Also: this is only || PART 1 || and here you have || PART 2 || Anyway:
Settling down with Zen had
been astonishingly easy. For one, he was extremely devoted to
everything he did, be it his work or his relationship to you. You
never had to worry about him ever doing anything that would betray
your trust in him. Considering your profession and background that
was the key. Something that also helped was his devotion to his work.
Most people would have complained about the irregular and long
working hours, but for you they were a blessing. It made hiding what
you did to get by a lot easier. He was never home, so you never had
to explain where you went!
It wasn’t like you wanted
to keep it a secret, really. By doing so you weren’t helping yourself
but him. You weren’t exactly sure how the show biz worked, but if his
agents weren’t fine with him dating a commoner you were quite sure
they might suffer an aneurysm upon finding out that you and your
biker gang basically ran multiple drug cartels. Keeping it a secret
meant protecting him. Plus, he was always so happy when you didn’t
complain about not being able to go public, thinking you were so
understanding when in reality it was in your interest to remain on
the down low as much as his.
For the most part keeping
it a secret was easy. When he asked you about work you just told him
you worked in import and export of goods. It wasn’t a lie, just a
selective truth. The drugs never came into your home and you didn’t
take them yourself, you only made a lot of money off of them. Sure,
sometimes you had pangs of conscience about the poor souls you sold
the shit to, but then again it was hardly your fault that people were
weak enough to get addicted. It’s not like six-year-old you had
dreamed about selling crack to junkies, but sometimes life happened
and you had to suck it up.
It was when one of your
main smugglers was shot during a gang fight that things became a
little more complicated. All of your guys were out of the country
which meant you had to take care of certain dirty work. The guy had
managed to hide the stuff, but you knew better than to trust it was
safely stored until some of your other men returned to collect it.
Everyone in the business had their eyes and ears all over the world,
which meant you had to do something and you had to do it quick. The
drugs had to be picked up and stored somewhere they’d be safe and
protected. Really, there was only one option.
Making sure that Zen
wouldn’t be home at the same time as you you’d hopped on your bike
and driven to the given location. Obviously it wasn’t like you could
just walk in, get the suitcase full of crystallized LSD and walk out
like a walk in the park. You could sell a single gram of that stuff
for 3000$ counting and you had an entire suitcase full of that shit.
People were quite literally ready to kill for that amount of high end
drugs. This time you were on the receiving end of a bullet treatment.
Before you knew the shooting had started and you had to flee the
You had your own weapon,
but your priority was the suitcase and really there was no time to
pull it. You were outnumbered as well, so you ran out, willing away
the pain you felt at the hits you took. Luckily only two bullets
actually hit you, one of which merely gazed your shoulder, the other
went straight to your lower back. Still, you kept running, jumped on
your bike and drove off as fast as humanly possible. Your initial
plan had been to hide them somewhere else, but you found yourself
riding home. You needed to take care of your wounds and clear your
head before proceeding.
The only problem was that
apparently Zen had planned to surprise you. So when you dragged your
body into the apartment with the most expensive drugs on the market
in tow you weren’t alone. Instead you were greeted with the smell of
your favourite dish being prepared a happily singing Zen. You’d been
too out of it to retreat and that is when he’d turned around and
taken in your disheveled shape. You were covered in dirts, cuts and
bleeding from not one but two bullet wounds. Needless to say he had a
lot of questions. “What the fuck happened?! Oh my God, we need to
call an ambulance!”
As he ran to the phone you
ran towards him, tackling him. “No! Zen, calm down. You need to
listen to me and you need to understand what I’m telling you.” He
didn’t calm immediately, insisting to at least clean and patch up
your wounds before even letting you speak. With his background you
weren’t surprised that he remained calm or that he knew how to patch
up a bullet wound, really. “What’s in the suitcase”, he asked,
voice calm and unwavering. “Expensive as fuck LSD”, you
explained, chuckling to lighten the mood only to groan with pain when
your body reminded you of the state you were in.
Zen sighed, shaking his
head. “I can’t judge you nor will I preach to you about how what
you’re doing is wrong. I’ve been there myself, but I know for a fact
that there are other options”, he said and you couldn’t help but
roll your eyes. “My parents are dead, I never finished high school
and I don’t have a talent for anything other than this. I really
don’t have other options.” Zen met your eyes, obviously annoyed,
and flicked your forehead. “Look at you. Money is not worth dying
for.” You snorted. “Oh please, my bike looks worse. Anyway, can I
stash the drugs here?” He shrugged and merely kissed.
When you’d first started
dating Yoosung most people in your life had been more than a little
bewildered by your choice in partner. Where you were mature, he was
childish. Your calm was met by his overly excited personality and
even your interest seemed to clash. On top of that everyone felt like
you were more like a caretaker to him than he was a boyfriend to you
and they could not fathom while a woman like you would stoop down to
such a level by dating a man-child like him. In short, he could not
compare to your caliber and yet the two of you seemed to magically
What most people didn’t
understand – couldn’t, as it was a part of your personality and
life you never shared – was your love for everything innocent and
if Yoosung was one thing than it was innocent. He practically
radiated it for the entire world to sense and it drew you in like a
moth to the flame. His endless naivety you found charming and his
‘flaw’ of getting too attached and dependent on the women in his life
was something you thoroughly enjoyed. He basically gave up all
control for you to take. Your word was quite literally his demand.
Frankly, you wondered why other people didn’t see the appeal.
On top of that he never
pushed for anything. You knew for a fact that you were his first
kiss, his first girlfriend and his sexual experience. You were the
only human being that had ever laid hands on him and if that wasn’t a
pleasant thought you didn’t know what else to tell those people. He
was yours and yours completely. He was also considerate, sweet and
attentive without pushing you. He never demanded sex. He never
cornered you. He never forced you to things you didn’t want to do.
Especially things based on stereotypes like cleaning and cooking. He
made you feel free, compared to others.
It was precisely that
feeling that allowed you to open up about yourself. Out of all the
people you’d had in your life you were sure that he would understand
you. Still, obviously you didn’t overwhelm him with your personality
and needs, so you turned your confession into a longer process. It
started with little, subtle hints. You told him that if you could,
you would kill certain people, but he brushed it off as an empty
phrase. When you disappeared out at night a lot and he asked you what
you were doing you told him you were cleansing the streets of
disgusting men. He took it as a joke.
After that you continued
but with a little more obviousness. You wanted him to realize it
himself, so you had to be obvious enough, but still make sure that
the other RFA members didn’t get what you were trying to confess. You
started being reckless about hiding your bloody knifes or left blood
stains in your clothes, but Yoosung never reacted to any of those,
completely oblivious it seemed. You reckoned that hints just weren’t
enough, not with him. He was just too innocent and too pure. You also
figured that there was a certain layer of denial within him you had
to break through. Well, there goes nothing!
It was a normal, sunny day
when you finally took the last step into opening up about who you
really were. When Yoosung came home from work in the evening you
greeted him with a sight he would never forget. The majority of the
living room floor was covered by tarp, amidst of it a lonely chair
with a man tied to it. A rope tied his legs to the chair while his
arms were bound behind his back with what looked like cable ties. He
was gagged but not blindfolded, as you weren’t scared of him seeing
you. It’s not like he would ever get to tell the tale, so you were
safe in that regard.
Yoosung froze, eyes
widening as he took in the scene. He quickly slammed the door shut
and covered his mouth so he wouldn’t scream. When he looked to you
there was a bright grin on your face. Your wore an apron and latex
gloves and from that and the knife you yielded in your hand
effortlessly he deduced it wasn’t you who was in danger. “Surprise”,
you called like you’d planned some kind of birthday party for him. He
started to shiver, eyes snapping between you and the man who was
obviously trying to, but because of the gag incapable of, ask Yoosung
“W-What…what is this”,
he asked, voice shaking. Your smile was replaced by a pout. “This
is me”, you said. “I’m bearing all of me to you. Don’t you want
to get to know all of me, Yoosung?” Strangely enough, he did. He
wanted to know all of you no matter how much it frightened him. “Are
you…will you kill this man?” You beamed again and nodded. “Yes,
I will. Right here so you can watch me do it. Men like him deserve to
die. They approach me all the time, talk to me like dirt and touch me
inappropriately. This one actually tried to rape me”, you
explained, knife tracing the mans skin.
Yoosung watched you cut
the man apart, piece by piece. Watched you as you drained him of
every last drop of blood. He was torn between disgust and
fascination, incapable of averting his eyes. He watched as of all
colour left his body and then saw the light in his eyes flicked and
faint. Dead. “Why did you show me this”, he asked, astounded by
how calm he remained in the face of this. You grinned, walking over
the dead body like it was dirt to get to Yoosung. You were so close
he could feel your hot breath ghost over his cheeks as you whispered:
“Because I want you to join me, my knight in shining armour.”
It had been your free day,
so you’d decided to use your time productively and go to the grocery
store. Your fridge had been gradually getting emptier and after
stuffing your faces with cakes and pastry all day it was about time
Jaehee and you finally ate something healthy again. You knew all her
favourite dishes and with those in mind you got everything you needed
to prepare them. It had been a while since your last proper date,
actually. Most people thought that once you live and work together
dating is no longer necessary, but you kindly disagreed. One should
always show appreciation!
With two heavy bags in hand you’d
entered the apartment, humming to some tune stuck in your head. You’d
tossed your keys into the bowl next to the door and kicked it shut,
careful not to be too loud. You’d been so eager to get started as you
carried the groceries to the kitchen only to stop in your tracks when
you saw the figure leaning against the table, looking at the knife in
his hands with the kind of interest you knew would turn out to be
dangerous for you. He looked up then, grinning at you from ear to
ear. You should have been frightened and yet you found yourself
“What are you doing
here, Nam-Il”, you asked as you put down the bags and started to
unload them, not paying the man a lot of attention. “I came to get
you, obviously”, he replied. You didn’t turn around to look at him,
but you could feel his eyes tracking your every move. “I think I
made it quite obvious that I have no intention of being with you,
Nam. I am not yours to take.” You’d just finished getting
everything out of the bag when you heard the quiet steps behind you.
You spun around quickly, hands tightened around the knife you’d
grabbed. Your blade poked at his stomach, his was at your throat.
He grinned at you,
obviously amused. “As fierce as ever I see. I missed you, babe.”
You growled at him angrily, poking a little harder to let him feel
the blade properly. “I wish I could say the same.” It was
obviously that moment that Jaehee chose to enter the apartment and
come to the kitchen. All three of you were frozen until she started
to scream. You and Nam lowered your knives and put them away
respectively, but didn’t stop glaring at one another. “Jaehee,
babe, please calm down”, you told her, demeanour instantly
softening the second she was the one addressed.
“Calm down?! This man
was in the news! He’s a from that mafia gang Hwan Song Sung Pa and
just bought his way out of prison despite getting a life long
sentence and I get home to you having his knife at your throat and
you tell me to calm?!” Well, when she put it that way, her reaction
certainly made more sense than your suggestion. “I know this might
seem really bad to you, but don’t worry. He’d never hurt me.”
Jaehee whimpered. “And how do you know that?” Nam snorted,
crossing his arms over his chest. “Because she is my wife and I’d
never hurt her…much.”
The answer obviously floored Jaehee
from the way her face fell and body sagged with utter defeat. You
glowered at Nam. “I haven’t been your wife since your dumb ass
decided to get caught killing a man earning yourself a life-long
sentence in prison”, you snapped at him. He just grinned and
shrugged. “Well I am back now, am I not? Come on, babe, you know
this kind of life isn’t for you. When the guys told me you were
playing relationship with another chick I told them to leave you
alone, because I was sure that you would realize that you aren’t cut
out for this kind of boring bullshit.”
“Just shut the fuck
up, will you”, you snapped at him, holding back as to not slap him.
“Just leave, Nam. You’re scaring my girlfriend. We can talk about
this another time. I have enough explaining to do as it is. I don’t
need your dumb ass making the situation worse.” You were
exasperated and exhausted at the same time. Luckily he didn’t
protest. He merely pressed a kiss to your cheek, something you
decided to allow despite your past together, and left. You leaned
against the counter, head hanging low. So your good for nothing
husband was out and about and your girlfriend was having a
“Y-Your husband?!” You turned to look at her,
apologetic and tired. “It was an arranged marriage of convenience.
My father used to work with his people and Nam got obsessed with me.
Thinking that I would take over his business my father married be
off, so Nam and I could rule the ‘underworld’ together. It didn’t
work out. I hated that life so I ran away and he got locked up.”
Jaehee nodded, still in obvious shock. “Do you…love me?” Your
eyes widened, heart breaking. “Of course I love you! I love our
café, I love our apartment and I love our domestic life. I wouldn’t
change it for the world.”
Jaehee started to cry
then, tears running down her cheeks in streams like you’d never seen
them before. You instantly jumped into motion, running towards her to
pull her into your arms, do everything in your power to calm her
down. She shook in your arms, crying so badly in shook your whole
world apart. “I am so sorry I out you through this. So, so sorry”,
you whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I
promise I’ll take care of it and then you’ll never have to see me or
Nam ever again.” She shook her head. “No, don’t leave me!” So
against your better judgement you stayed.
Despite getting married
very quickly the two of you were going strong even years into your
relationship. Despite a meticulous daily routine that to most would
seem caging and tiring the romance and lust never quite died down. In
fact, with every passing day it seemed to get more and more intense.
The need to be close to one another all the time grew to the point
where Jumin offered you the position as his Chief Assistant just so
he could have you around all day long. Logically he knew that there
were possibly more qualified people for the job, but his heart always
beat his mind when it came to you.
His need to be with you
was very well reflected in you as well, which lead you to accept the
offer without a second thought. At that time you’d been married for
about two months. Everyone had advised you against it, stating that
couples who both lived and worked together were doomed to fail. The
two of you proved them wrong. Not only did the two of you avoid any
kind of fights or fallouts, you also turned out a far better addition
to the company than most people had assumed. You knew how to handle
the finances better than Jumin’s and when you were in a meeting you
usually ran the show.
Everything had been so peaceful and
perfect you’d allowed yourself to relax, let your guards down. It was
a stupid mistake. Being the person you were with the background you
had you could never allow yourself such luxury and life loved to
remind you of that. You’d been in the middle of eating dinner with
Jumin, soft music playing in the background as you smiled at one
another while enjoying yet another perfect meal. That is when his
phone chimed with a call that would shake apart your idyllic routine
in the matter of minutes, a call you’d expected as much as you’d
He’d excused himself from
the table, apologizing for having to take the call and telling you
he’d be right back. Even with the door to the office closed you could
hear him talk angrily, catching enough glimpses of the conversation
to put two and two together. “What the hell kind of interest could
Chil Sung Pa possibly have in our company”, you heard him asked,
obviously aggravated. Your heart had sunk upon hearing the familiar
name, hairs standing up as your body froze in position. You listened
to the rest of the conversation and yet you barely registered
anything out of pure shock.
By the time he left the
office the food had grown cold and so had Jumin. He was tense and
nervous, walking up and down the flat while brushing through his
hair. You’d never seen him like that and yet you weren’t surprised.
The Korean mafia wasn’t to be taken lightly, you knew that better
than anyone. For a couple of minutes you let him pace around, walk
off some of the pent up energy that must have been buzzing through
his body. Once he’d sunken down on the couch, hands in a prayer like
position pressed to his lips as he deeply contemplated what the best
thing was to do.
You sat beside him,
wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his
temple. Surprisingly he melted into the touch soon, actually leaning
against you with a sigh, body relaxing soon. “Apparently Chil Sung
Pa is trying to either buy our company or set on destroying it. I
don’t understand where their sudden interest is coming from, but if I
don’t find a solution soon we might find ourselves losing the
company”, he explained, looking at you with an expression you could
hardly put into words. He looked like a child lost somewhere without
hope of returning. It broke your heart.
“Listen, why don’t you
let me handle this one? I think you might be a little too emotionally
involved. I mean you have dedicated your entire life to this company
so the possibility of you losing it might make you too irrational.
Those kind of people can sniff out even the slightest insecurity like
a blood hound and they’ll use it against you. I’ll keep my cool and
I’ll manage to convince them to back off, no problem.” You were
grateful that Jumin agreed without much hesitation, because it meant
he hadn’t even questioned why you knew how Chil Sung Pa worked
When the next morning came
you met up with one of the representatives that had been send to the
C&R International building to discuss the future of the company.
Despite the protests of your co-workers no one but you was allowed in
that particular meeting, not even Jumin or Mr. Han himself. You knew
it was for the best that way. The meeting didn’t last long, twenty
minutes at most. When you left the office it was the clan member that
held open the door for you as you confidently strode out of the room.
He bowed deeply to you, seemingly scared, before practically
“They withdrew their
attack on C&R”, you announced, an audible gasp going through
the rows of workers that had gathered. “How?” It was such a
simple question and yet it was difficult to answer. “Because my
father is the head of Chil Sung Pa which makes me the heir to his
empire and he knows better than to mess with my life and business.”
Needless to say it left people flabbergasted, surprised and scared.
“You are the daughter of a mafia mogul”, Jumin asked. You
shrugged and smiled at him apologetically. “Right when I thought my
wife could not get any more interesting…”
two of you had been peacefully sitting on the couch, Saeyoung typing
away on his laptop while you read your book when you heard the
movement around the apartment. The last couple of years had been
domestic bliss for the both of you, but you’d known better than to
fully settle as your past always found a way to come back to bite you
in the ass. You instantly put down the cup of tea you’d been sipping
on and the book, before shutting Saeyoung’s laptop and covering his
mouth. “Go to your work room and lock yourself in. Don’t come out
before I tell you to”, you whispered into your husbands ear.
Without much time to act
you’d gripped his wrist and dragged him off, pushing him into his
bunker-like work room and shut the door behind him. After that you
had to act incredibly fast, quickly running through the basement
apartment that you knew was no infiltrated by some of your former
colleagues. Or at least you thought they were colleagues, the line
between friends and enemy’s had always been blurred during your years
at your old agency. Luckily, you’d always slept with an eye open,
running to gather up the weapons you’d hid all over the apartment in
preparation for this exact situation.
You were the first one
to come out of hiding, showing yourself in order to spark what was
unavoidable at this point: A shooting. “I expected you to show up
much sooner”, you’d called mockingly. “Did you guys grow soft on
me? Wanted me to have some happy ever after for a while before
blowing my brains out? How nice, but the game is over now. Come on
out now, wherever you are.” The fight that followed was brutal. You
shot at least five men, the others you were forced to kill in a more
direct manner. One after the other fell until you were the only one
When Saeyoung emerged from
his room he did so to a bloodbath, corpses lying scattered around
what you’d called home for the past couple of years. You said amidst
them, holding onto your stomach where one of them had managed to stab
you. Without turning to look at him you said: “I didn’t come to get
you yet. Disobedience can cost you your life, you know? I would
know…” Saeyoung stood frozen by the door, taking the scene in as
his mind seemed to fail processing half of the thoughts he was
thinking, let alone the things he was feeling. Who was the person
he’d called his wife?
“What organization do
you work for?” You chuckled bitterly, turning around to look at
Saeyoung, blood still gushing from your wound. “Does it matter?
After the stunt they pulled today I’ll make sure the organization
won’t exist for much longer.” He’d fallen in love with an illusion,
Saeyoung realized as he heard a bitterness in your voice he’d never
heard before. “I am seriously surprised to see you this shocked,
agent 707. All this time I was so sure you knew who I was but chose
to ignore it in favour of domestic bliss but from that expression
right there I can tell you really didn’t. What a plottwist.”
The sweet, innocent girl
he’d married was gone, Saeyoung knew. Then again, could something be
gone when it hadn’t been there to begin with? Still, he felt drawn to
you, incapable of staying away. He stepped towards you, inspected
your wound before going to get a first aid kid to patch it up at
least to some extend. You could only laugh. “Why are you doing
this? Everything was a lie. Did you really think a normal person
could love you? Stick by your side despite everything you put them
through? I was sent by my agency to kill you! Do you still think that
you’re the dangerous one?”
Despite your harsh words
Saeyoung didn’t stop tending to your wound, if anything his touch
became lighter and even more gentle than before. He cleaned it and
stitched it up to the best of his abilities without saying a word.
Only when he was done did he look up, meeting your eyes and nodded.
“Yes, because I made someone like you fall in love with someone
like me.” Your harsh facade broke, tears springing to your eyes at
the broken way he said those words, like he was still unbelieving of
the fact that anyone in this world could love him. How could think so
little of himself still?
You wrapped your arms around him,
burying your fingers in his soft hair while brushing up and down his
back soothingly. “You are good, Saeyoung. If anyone deserves
someone better it’s you”, you whispered gently. He quickly
untangled himself from you, looking at you with such desperation in
his eyes it ripped at your heart. “Please don’t leave me”, he
begged you. “I don’t care about what went down here today. I know
you are more than the mistakes you’ve made…as you taught me much
the same. The problems of your past are your business. The problems
of your future are my privilege.”
And he meant every last
word. At first you thought about saying no, pushing him away and
leaving like you knew you should have done, but you found yourself
incapable of doing so. You loved this broken man before you and you’d
finally found someone who loved you just as much in return despite
seeing the cracks in the glass. How could you ever let go of someone
like that? You nodded and kissed, sealing the deal amidst of the
danger literally surrounding you. After that the two of you wordless
got up, got rid of all the bodies and blood and by the time Saeran
returned him, nothing had ever happened.
You’d never imagined that
you’d ever be able to fully and completely separate your private life
from your profession, but with Saeran by your side you’d finally
found some sort of peace. Life wasn’t always perfect – it got messy
and exhausting at times – but those were the things that made it
interesting. Both of you were fundamentally damaged people, but
within all the darkness and pain in your respective hearts you’d
somehow fund a spot for the other person to call their own and an
interesting relationship had blossomed as the result of that.
At first the two of you
were desperately trying to avoid a relationship and each of you had a
lot of rather valid reasons for doing so. Saeran was broken from the
inside out and in no way fit to care for another person in the state
he was in that didn’t even allow him to care for himself. You, on the
other hand, couldn’t allow yourself any permanent ties to the mundane
world thanks to the profession you called your own. You’d learned
from the mistakes of your predecessor and had no desire to drag
someone into the messes you made along the way. Let alone some dear
to your heart…like Saeran.
Somehow the attraction you
had for one another defeated all reason, however, and the two of you
found yourself in a messy and yet strangely perfect relationship. You
constantly gave each other shit and fights were a given and yet you
made one another better. After a certain time things just clicked
into place and you were truly and undeniably happy. So much so, you
were convinced things would stay that way. You’d been sure that you’d
keep on dragging his ass to therapy while he’d remind you to take
some steps back and enjoy small things in life, like clouds in a
clear, blue sky. You were wrong.
About two years into your
relationship with Saeran your questionable background finally caught
up to you. You’d expected it, but not quite as soon. You were on
every wanted list from the National Intelligence Service to the
Supreme Prosecutors’ Office of the Republic of Korea. You had a price
on your head and you were unwilling to let Saeran pay it. Luckily
this particular matter was not shared with the media, which meant
that at least you didn’t have mugshots of you plastered on every wall
in Korea. It gave you the chance of a clean sleight. Pack your stuff
and disappear without a trace.
Everything had been
perfectly planned on your part. Your things were either packed or
destroyed, your traces were evaporated and you’d made it impossible
for anyone to track or trace your moves. All that was left to do was
take your stuff and leave. It would have been so easy, had you not
underestimated your boyfriends involvement in the down world. You’d
just swung your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave, when he
stopped you in his tracks by leaning against the doorframe, arms
crossed and a disapproving expression on his face. “I cannot
believe that you’d actually leave me like that. Harsh.”
“Saeran, listen, it’s
not like that I can -”, he silenced you then by merely raising his
hand. “Explain? You don’t need to. Codename: MC. Profession: Hitman
and Whistleblower. Hit-Rate: 100%. Prices per hit start at 20.000$ as
you work internationally and your job as a blower earns you about
500.000$ per case as you work in groups of maximum three blowers at
the time to earn as much as possible”, he recited all your info
like a poem he’d learned off by heart. Your shoulders sagged, bag
falling to the floor as he grinned at you. “Did you really think I
You honestly couldn’t
believe that all this time he knew of your shady doings and said
absolutely nothing. You closed the distance between the two of you
and started punching at his chest, causing him to break out laughing.
“You goddamn asshole! I was carrying the guilt of keeping it a
secret every single day and you knew all along! I can’t believe you”,
you half scolded, half laughed. He caught your hands eventually,
holding them together and raising them to his lips to press a kiss to
your skin. “Well, that is the price you pay for keeping it a secret
in the first place.”
You probably should have
been more concerned about the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t even
mildly concerned with the fact that you were basically a murderer
rather than the fact he’d teased you with having known all along, but
frankly there wasn’t a single care in you. “I am also mad that I
had to pay for all our dinners. I mean look at the fucking money you
make. Don’t expect me to treat you to anything ever again”, he
joked and however inappropriate it might have been to say such
things, you burst out laughing. “Fair enough, I guess. Then again,
I do work hard for that money.”
His lips curled into a
wicked grin, eyes shining with something dark and mischievous. “If
they caught you, you still have a lot to learn.” Just from the way
he said it a hot shiver ran down your body and you moved closer,
returning that very same grin. “And I presume that you’re going to
teach me?” As you spoke your lips were almost touching, so close
you could feel the proximity. Instead of replying Saeran merely
pulled you closer, nails digging into your hips as he pushed you up
against the wall. He claimed your lips with a kiss then, hard,
passionate and bruising.
They said I could do anything, so I combined both. :)
“Hey, Raven, when it comes to this bed, think I can stash my
entire comic collection Undredal?”
The empath sighed wearily, putting down the catalogue she’d
been holding into the shopping cart. “Really, Gar?”
The changeling grinned toothily, evidently proud of himself
for such a clever play on the Swedish word. He was currently balancing on the
front edge of the cart like a child while Raven helped push it forward. She
responded with a nonplussed expression.
“Come on; that one was funny!” He whined, pouting at her.
Yarn in a stash can be split into generally four categories.
This is the yarn that you don’t necessarily want but can still prove itself useful.
There’s the crappy acrylic that your friend gave to you because you
knit, or are too frugal to pass up, the bad color combos that you can
never pair with anything, usually also gifts or sales. It’s often kind of scratchy or acrylic back when acrylic yarn was a new thing and very stiff.
Good for practice yarn, charity knitting, knitting on a budget
yarn is probably what you actually want when you go to a craft store.
It’s probably still washable and mostly acrylic but it’s soft and in
nice colors. It’s the cereal part of your marshmallow cereal. But the
call to knit it is often drowned out by the new shinies you got. You’ll knit it some day. But it’s usually pushed to the back in favor of
Practically Finished Objects:
Yarn that’s been paired up to a pattern and needles and are screaming
KNIT ME NEXT PLEASEEEE OMG. But you can’t knit fast enough to keep up
with it. These are usually pretty exciting, new and maybe recent stock
from your LYS.
Maybe a little nicer quality or maybe some of that old stash finally made its way up the queue.
Display yarn is yarn from the stash deemed “too good” to ever knit.
Maybe it’s exotic and you don’t know how you’ll ever find musk ox down
again, maybe it was handspun that was really expensive and you don’t
want to waste it on a bad project. Or maybe it’s sentimental, or was your first handspun yarn, and it seems like an FO all on it’s own. Or it literally looks better as yarn than it ever will as a scarf or sock.
way maybe one day you’ll find a perfect project for it, but for now
you’re happy just cuddling/admiring your precious gems.
UF, UT, US bros forgetting their anniversary with their SO and the SO is heartbroken because they had a really special night planned
He’s confused as to why you’ve been acting weird all day. You keep telling him that you want to go to this fancy new restaurant, but he barks at you to stop being spoiled and wait for a special occasion. Does he look like he’s made of money? You start tearing up and run into your room, slamming your door. Oh fuck what did he do now? Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled at you. He knocks on your door to apologize for the yelling and when you don’t answer, he enters anyway, getting a shoe thrown at his head. You yell at him for being so goddam stupid and to leave you alone for the rest of the day. Red is getting angry at this point. Yeah, he might’ve been a bit harsh on you, but you’re completely overreacting about that. Then he realizes. Oh no. Oh fuck no. It’s the anniversary. He fucked up. He leaves you alone for the rest of the day like you requested, only sending you a text telling you how sorry he is. The next day, he treats you to the anniversary you should’ve had, but this time, he goes the extra mile by decorating the house with roses, bringing you to an even more expensive and nicer restaurant than the one you originally wanted to go to, and top it off with make up sex, doing anything you’d like.
He’s probably too busy training to remember the anniversary. He spends all day with Undyne training while you set up the kitchen to be super nice and romantic, cooking a 5 course meal and decorating the house all by yourself. You even bought a really nice and expensive outfit just for this occasion and you’ve been planning this for WEEKS. Not only does he ignore your calls and texts all day in favor of training, he comes home at fucking 11 pm where you’ve already cried yourself to sleep. When he’s inside, he sees all the nice decorations and the meal still left outside, untouched. Fell’s heart just fucking breaks because oh god what has he done. He knocks on your door, but when you don’t answer, he takes a peek inside, noticing you falling asleep with a box of tissues under your arms. He wakes you up frantically, telling you how sorry he is and how he’ll make it up to you somehow. You can either push him away if you’re still angry or accept his apology. Either way, he treats you to whatever you want, even if it’s a simple hug.
Honestly, he’s mostly down for anything, so you’ll get to do your special plan, but he won’t realize what’s it for. Throughout the date, you seem to be waiting for him to do something, but he can’t figure out what it is. When you both get home, you just simply head straight to your room and slam the door, ignoring the skeleton’s confused expressions and constant knocking asking you what’s wrong. He could hear sniffling from inside, but isn’t sure if he should enter. You locked him out so you must want your privacy, so he gives that to you. He goes away and walks past a calendar and that’s when he has his “oh shit moment”. He urgently knocks on your door now, apologizing over and over again until you let him open. The moment he sees you, he latches onto you and doesn’t let go. He’s telling you how stupid he is and how much he loves you and how he’ll make this right. The following morning, he treats you to breakfast in bed, a nice massage, and a couples spa day.
It’s actually really hard for him to forget important dates, but on occasion, he does. He forgets because he’s too busy building puzzles to notice you the entire day. It was only when he’s finished (at like 9 pm) he’ll remember. He’s screaming as soon as he realizes that he forgot and comes crying to you, apologizing and asking you how he can make it up. Even though you’re hurt that he forgot, it’s really hard to stay mad at the cutie.
He forgets because planned an anime marathon with alphys and undyne that day. You had plans for your own anime night and he basically stabbed you with a knife when he said he was going to do that at his friends’ house. When he leaves, you’re sobbing on the ground, your self esteem hitting rock bottom basically. You don’t stay at the house, you spend the night somewhere else like with a family member or a friend. It’s only until the next morning when Sans returns home, ready to tell you about the latest anime he saw, realizing that you were gone. He suddenly remembers the anniversary and immediately calls your phone, but when yo don’t answer, he leaves a voicemail. He’s frantic because he thinks that maybe you just broke up with him, but you’re stuff is still there so he isn’t sure. He calls Papyrus, asking what he should do. You return home in the evening, and the moment you step through the front door, a crying Blueberry flies into your arms apologizing repeatedly and telling you how scared he was that you broke up with him. (I bet his tears is making you feel a bit guilty for being childish and ignoring his calls huh?) To make it up to you, he offers to be you personal slave for the whole week.
It’s not like he “forgot” but the entire day, he’s basically out of it. He sleeps in until 2, goes outside for a smoke, napping, another smoke, then watches tv, but he’s really high from the weed. You try to get him to take you out somewhere like the movies or something, but he just says some dumb shit like “mooovie boobieess”. Thats when you realized that he’s incapable of doing anything tonight and you lock yourself in your room out of anger. When Stretch sobers up the next morning, he realizes that he missed the anniversary and knocks on your door, telling you how sorry he is and how he seriously messed up. When he receives no answer, he records himself throwing away all his packs and his stash in the trash can and burns them, sending it to you. When you see the video, you let him in and he wraps his long arms around you. He’ll make it to you by wearing a super cute and short maid outfit and allowing you to take pictures.
Actual Request: “Can you do, where the reader is the youngest Mikaelson and she’s seems so nice and sweet (and she is) (basically likes pink and dresses) but people are more afraid of her than Klaus?”
gif credit: not mine.
“Yes, yes, yes…” you tell your victim. He’s a ripper in New Orleans and wants to taste your blood stash - tourists. “Of course I can understand your thirst for blood. But the thing I cannot understand and tolerate is… your thirst for what is mine.”
The Ripper tries to make a sound but since you compelled him not to do so, he just looks like drowning in his blood.
“What was that, again? The dress? Yeah, I know. It’s Chanel. I really like this candy-pink, if you ask me. Anyways, let’s get in this horrific business, shall we? Elijah and Klaus will be mad if I can’t make it to the dinner. Not that they’re gonna dagger me or anything but… Red doesn’t look pretty on my dress.”
You rip your victim’s heart out and leave him in the basement.
The dinner at your house is wonderful as always. But tonight’s guests aren’t that bright. Lucien and Aurora.
“Freya, can you please remind me why don’t we kill that bitch for what she’s done to Cami, again?”
Freya smiles and gives you a glass of wine.
“Because Klaus wants to skin her.”
“Oh, right. But tell me, my dearest Aurora, how is your brother? Is he enjoying the bottom of the ocean?”
Aurora tries to throw a knife on you but you catch it immediately.
“No.” you say calmly. “Do it again and I won’t wait for Klaus. You remember me, Aurora, right? You can remember how much I love to make a scene, right? I’m not Klaus, I’m not gonna make you nervous by keep you waiting and I’m not Elijah who can kill you in a blink of an eye. No, sweetheart, us girls we spend time together in my chambers and you’ll suffer for what you’ve done. Come on, please, throw this fork on me.”
An obsessive-compulsive, voyeuristic chambermaid (Vicky Krieps) begins a lesbian affair with a dominatrix (Lena Lauzemis).
Anita’s Last Cha-Cha
A 12-year old Anita falls in love with the new woman in town; years
later, a girlhood crush blossoms during the Fiesta of Santa Clara in
A young girl in Nevada becomes romantically involved with a female
drifter who introduces her to a life of stripping, drugs, and
metaphysical experiences that teach her what happens when real life
catches up with dark fantasy.
All About E
A beautiful sexy DJ is forced to run when she stumbles on a stash of
cash. Can she keep the money, conquer her demons, AND get the girl?
The Summer of Sangaile
17 years old Sangaile is fascinated by stunt planes. She meets a girl
her age at a summer aeronautical show. Sangaile allows Auste to discover
her most intimate secret and in the process finds the only person that
truly encourages her to fly.
Jenny Farrell has led an openly gay life - except with her conventional
family. When she finally decides to start a family and marry the woman
they thought was just her roommate, the small, safe world the Farrells
inhabited changes forever. They are left with a simple and difficult
choice - either change with it or drown.
Extroverted Sensing (Se): What does Mario do when he learns or sees the Princess has been kidnapped by Bowser? Immediately leaps into action to rescue her, of course. No questions asked. Mario can adapt to a limitless number of harsh worlds and environments, even making the best of them. Desert? Snow? Jungle? Water? Sky? All good for him, he knows what to do. His jumping abilities are also unparalleled. He will use his natural skills as well as anything in his environment to his advantage.
Introverted Feeling (Fi): He is very kind hearted and humble. Simply rescuing the Princess because that’s what his conscience tells him to do and therefore no thanks or recognition are necessary. A simple kiss on the cheeks will suffice. Mario has a very cheerful facade no matter what he faces.
Extroverted Thinking (Te): He uses simple and objective logic to advance himself in his adventures. Stomp that turtle and it goes hiding into its shell, then you can use that shell as a weapon against other foes. Some suits give an advantage in designated worlds and climates. This pipe can lead to a coin stash which can be collected for an extra life. And of course, if there is a way to bypass certain worlds or stages (Warp zones) why not use them?
Introverted Intuition (Ni): Mario has spent literally over 30 years rescuing the Princess from Bowser while never finding a way to put a stop to this madness. He does however understand that he may need allies and special power ups to progress in his adventures.
Preston how are you doing today? I hope you got all the sweets you wanted today (even if they may or not be from Quincy's secret stash). Also how are your world domination plans going?
Hey, what’s up? I’m feeling kinda bleh because I have a bad stomach ache. I’ve been eating a lot of left over birthday cake and ice cream from Sydney’s birthday party. We usually never have this much junk food in the house, so I’ve lost any self control. But, eating all of the chocolate ice cream, so Quincy wouldn’t have any, was totally worth it.
Plans for the Preston World Order are still ongoing. Realistically, I have to do a few things like get my driver’s permit and then a license first before I can fully put them into action. Until then, I will keep modifying my journal and diagrams and training Chanel to be commander of the Dog Army.