#also now Everyone knows the address of the house where you can break in oh so easily

[abba-enthusiast]

Just watched a reel of someone removing the bars from the windows of their ground floor apartment in New York (because it felt like living ‚in prison‘). They had their whole ass address on display as well. Like. Be so fucking fr rn

#bestie are you DUMB?? #like i don’t live in nyc and i never have but i can see why you‘d want bars in front of your windows that are on the ground floor #also now Everyone knows the address of the house where you can break in oh so easily #literally the dumbest thing i‘ve seen in a while

[justakixa]

Dearie || lookism

The story is about Y/N, a mysterious girl in the Lookism world where she doesn't belong. With her average height and charming or adorable face, she seems fragile-looking, but once you know her dark side, you will see a manipulative and dangerous lady, yet her appearance makes everyone want to protect her in their cruel world. Will she team up with Daniel to take down the four major crews and Charles Choi? Or does she team up with the enemy side along with other geniuses? Will she finally go back to her real world? Let's find out in the next Dragon Ball Z! Enjoy!

(Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/361532555?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=justakixa)

CHAPTER 1 ˚୨୧⋆.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹Part 1

The girl on the bed let out a groan as she lazily reached for her phone to silence the sudden ringing of the alarm. She sits up on her bed and glances to the side, spotting a tall mirror reflecting her messy bedhead. 

"ugh, what a mess..." She muttered to herself as she let out a long sigh, ever since she got into the lookism world around 1 week ago and now she was stuck there for now. 

When she found herself in that unfamiliar place, she awoke in a room filled with furniture, clothes that suited her, a key house, and even her birth certificate. Questioning her sanity, she pinched herself to no avail before exploring the house, which was charming in every way. In the living room, she discovered an ID from J-high with her face on it. It appeared that she had been randomly taken, placed in a house, and enrolled in a school that was completely foreign to her. However, it was becoming clear that she was not in her world, especially after she researched J-high and her old address, finding no trace of them on any maps. Till she realised She was in her friend's favourite webtoon "Lookism".

She finally gets up and starts heading to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, she wears the uniform and combs her hair as she lets it free then ties it to buns. She then heads her way downstairs, grabs her backpack, phone, key house, and lastly she goes near the door and wears her shoes before going out of the house and locking the house.

While later she finally arrived at a gate at J-high School, she guessed this would be the start of a new life. Once she steps inside, all the eyes are on her making her feel nervous and awkwardly walks away from the stares as she finally arrives in front of the principal office. She knocks twice on the door as someone shouts to come in.

A few minutes later, she got out and started heading to the fashion department room in the other hall. When she arrives at her class, she braces herself and takes a deep breath before she enters the classroom and suddenly stares at her again.

"oh! I forgot to announce that we will have new students today. So, Kindly introduce yourself dear." The teacher looks at me and gives me a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Y/N and im 18 years old. My hobby is drawing and please don't ask me to draw you for free. That's all." She stutters a bit but she did great anyway. After that, the teacher signed her to sit next to the blond boy covering his both eyes. Can he even see anything underneath those hairs?

She smiles at him before turning away and grabbing a book to write down notes, while the blonde guy keeps staring at her and seems to fantasise about her in his mind as he smiles back a little bit making his ears turn red. As she keeps writing something in her book, the blond keeps watching her till the three classes are finally over and break time starts any second.

Upon her arrival in the cafeteria, everyone looked at the new student aka her but she didn't notice the new guy behind her making everyone gasp for a second and think they may be a couple? or Model? or Idols? She turned around to meet somebody's chest as she looked up and saw a handsome man who also looking at her. 

"Hi! You're Y/N, right? Im Daniel Park, am also new here and same department as yours." He smiles widely at her while. Right beside him, it was the blonde boy again, he kept looking at her as if he wanted to devour her or something.

"He mentioned that his name is Jay Hong." He gestured towards him.

"Is he mute?" She thought.

Daniel and Jay keep smiling down at her. She tilted her head looking at them before turning around and walking away to get snacks in the vending machine. Before she put the coin in, someone raced into it she looked to her side and saw Daniel with Jay leaning on the vending machine other side.

She feels nervous because of those two who keep getting closer to her. She hurries to click the options button and takes a leave with the strawberry pocky in her hand.

While strolling down the hallway and munching on her pocky, she ponders why Daniel and Jay are behaving so differently in this world compared to the webtoon. Did something trigger this world? Will others also act out of character? Lost in thought, she accidentally bumps into someone, causing her pocky to snap in half. As she looks up, she is met by a man with tattoos and a jumpsuit tied around his waist. His chest feels as solid as bricks - why does it seem like she ran into a wall?

As she observes the man in front of her, she can't help but think that he might be a bully due to his appearance, especially the tattoos on his hands. She regrets not reading about Lookism with her friend, but she was too busy with school. Now, as the man walks towards her and stops right in front of her, she begins to tremble on the floor with fear.

What will happen to her next? Will he hit her since she bumped into him? Is he a bad guy? She prays silently till the man starts to reach his hand to her.

In just a blink of her eyes, she's in the clinic room. Just a second ago, she was in the hallway sitting on the ground with a man standing in front of her, and suddenly he carried her in the bridal way and ran. Then a nurse came up to me and checked if my knee got bruised or something while the guy was looking down on the floor, looking all guilty like a sad giant dog... A big-ear guy suddenly came to his side and comforted him and said she was fine; in reality, she was fine since the fall didn't cause her to hurt her knee or get sprained. The only one that got her hurt was her pocky, which broke in half and was left in the hallway.

A while later, a nurse told those two that she was alright and as they kept talking, she decided to check the phone that she was bringing since it wasn't hers in the first place. She opened the phone and saw the lock screen looked normal as she swiped it up and had a password in it.

"Eh, it has a password? how am I gonna open this?" she whispered to herself before she quickly hid it in her jacket uniform pocket as the two guys finally approached her. The guy with big ears tries to push the big tattoo guy toward me and keeps telling him to apologize to her for bumping over me.

"Hey, he would like to apologize to you for bumping you and carrying you without your consent." The big ears guy smiles at me as he points to the tattoo guy.

"My name is Jace Park and his name is Euntae Lee but call him Vasco instead. We're members of Burn Knuckles while he is a Leader."

"Well, that's ok but may I ask a question?" she tilts her head as she looks at Jace.

"What is it?" He looks down at her and starts to examine her body head to toe as he snaps out his thoughts.

"Are you guys a bad guy? you two look like you can kill a fly..." She asks both of them.

Jace let out a chuckling sound as he pointed to Vasco again "Believe it or not he may look like a bad guy but he's a big softie."

" And I wouldn't dare to hurt someone as precious as you little lady," Vasco said with a tint of blush on his chick.

"Little?!" She thought. She feels offended since her height isn't that small compared to theirs. Is she? Last time in her world she was 5'6 but this time she shrunk.

"Also, are you new here somehow? Your face is unfamiliar around this school." Jace turned to ask her as she nodded and decided to stand up and dust her skirt.

Later they start to head out of the clinic room and part their ways in each department. She pulled out the phone again and decided to guess the password of the lock screen. She put her birthday code, 1234, password, and everything she thought of but sadly for her everything was incorrect. As she arrives at her classroom she feels the intense atmosphere, she looks up from her phone and sees in the middle is Daniel and the random guy. Slowly walked around and sat on her chair while others were getting crowded around Daniel and that guy and cheering loudly.

She overheard the guy's name was Zack and a Boxer. She couldn't bear to look at the fight so she returned to the phone and guessed another password while everyone kept making a crowd with outsiders too. Then suddenly she heard someone get punched, she took a sneak glance and saw Zack guy was on the floor clutching to his stomach. She felt bad for him but she didn't know what had happened before she arrived so she went back to the phone and she noticed the girl with brown had left the room.

Everyone lowers their eyes and avoids Zack who is still clutching his stomach as he tries to get up from the floor, she lets out a soft sigh and puts the phone in her pocket once again. She walks to Zack and then crouches down to him as she pokes his shoulder.

"Do you need help?" She asked him as she held him up on her shoulder before Zack answered her. But when she asks him if he needs help, he looks up at her and everything goes in slow motion around him till flowers bloom behind her. A goddess. While he was daydreaming, she dragged him out of the room but before that, Daniel came up to her and helped her hold Zack to the clinic, little did she know Daniel was glaring at Zack when he noticed Zack was staring at her and getting held by her.

When they arrived, they laid him down on the bed and she told Daniel to stay there with him as she went to catch up with the nurse. When she said that Zack snapped out of his daydreaming and shook his head as he muttered that he had Mira for him, then she walked out of the clinic leaving the two alone inside and walking through the hallway. She was not going to call the nurse since she saw the letter on the desk that the nurse would come back any minute. She walked around the hall and checked her surroundings. Everyone seemed busy minding their business so she went to the library, pulled out the phone once again and tried one more password.

Finally, she successfully guessed the password of the lock screen. It was the exact day when she arrived. Lowkey is suspicious and feels it was set up just for her. Her expression drops when she notices the wallpaper on the phone. Unfamiliar man and a woman that looks like her...

Is that even her? She can't even remember anything about that guy, mostly she just woke up last week ago in a random house and felt like an amnesia person. Yet she still believed that this world wasn't hers since she remembered everything in her 'world' so that's why that man and that woman are not related to her. Hopefully not. If it was, then her 'world' was just a dream and everything she knew was fake blurry people.

She shook her mind off of all the questions. Then she decided to look further, she checked the gallery and it was empty. There were no pictures or videos in there so she went to check the files but it was also empty. When she clicks the music app, she notices there's an unnamed folder only and it is full of voice records. She was about to play one but the bell interrupted her, she headed back to her classroom grabbed her backpack and quickly walked out of the school. She was so curious about what was in the voice records that she hurriedly walked, she even felt the soft gaze at her but she just ignored it and continued walking.

Tbc!

#kim joongoo #gun park #jake kim #park jonggun #samuel seo #vin jin #daniel park #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #jay hong #zack lee #lookism fanart #lookism

[the-hopeless-haze]

Honey, I Ain’t Accustomed to Lose (Ch2)

Gregory House x reader, chapter 2 of If You Want It, You Can Bleed on Me

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none

James was cheating on him.

Logically, Greg knows his partner in crime was bound to have someone on the side to eat lunch with. Greg wasn’t available every lunch break. Patients could be so ignorant about the times they decided to go into cardiac arrest, or seize, or have groundbreaking symptoms he needed to be present for. So he knew James would scope out his office or the coma patients’ rooms and then if Greg was nowhere to be found, he’d find someone else to go to the cafeteria with. Someone else to buy lunch.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be you.

No, you’re far too pretty for a married man to be dining with alone, that’s his first assessment. And he says as much when he walks into James’ office.

“This is Dr. Gregory House,” James says tiredly, grimacing in the way he does when he knows nothing he can say will excuse his friend’s behavior and that he knows worse is coming.

You stand up to introduce yourself to him, and he raises an eyebrow, grabbing your badge in his hand. “You’re not a doctor. Is this the nurse you’re cheating on your wife with?” Greg asks, glancing at James.

James is about to protest, but you’re quicker on your feet, or well, tongue. “Yeah. You came just in time for the foreplay. Want to join?”

Greg breaks into a smile; he can’t help himself. He now thinks James’ quiet irritation was more due to the fact that he never wanted the two of you to meet, and not for obvious reasons but because he knew the two of you together would make his life a living hell. “So. How long has this been going on for?”

“Oh, you know, since I started in this…position. Pun intended,” you say, a playful gleam in your eye. “I am a doctor, though.”

Greg rolls his eyes. “Your badge says 'nurse'.”

“Doctor of nursing practice.”

“Mm. So you think you’re efficient at diagnosis? What’s your specialty?” Greg asks.

“Psychiatry,” you say. “And yes.”

“Psychiatry? You’ve been hanging out with a psychiatrist? Wait, sorry, psych nurse. Are you sure this isn’t the nurse you were talking about?”

“House. Stop it,” James scolds.

“You know, that confuses patients. They think you’re a doctor, but…”

“Good. Because I am,” you say, grinning at him. “We’re all providers. My scope of practice is just slightly smaller.”

“Psychiatry. Why do you need a psych consult?” Greg asks.

James guffaws. “Have you met my patient population? Everyone’s dying or someone they love is. Nearly every one of my patients needs a psych referral.”

“And does she take on every one?”

“I take on most of the pediatric patients. This isn’t my only job, though. You know you can talk to me. I’m right here. You don’t have to address all these questions to Wilson.”

“It’s just… it’s just I get so nervous talking to pretty women, you know?” He says mockingly. “Where else do you work, then?”

“I work at a children’s psych hospital.”

“Interesting,” Greg says, taking you in fully. Your hair, your eyes, your breasts… you’re definitely hot. And psych… psych was interesting. Least chosen field…. For a reason.

Also interesting was the fact that James kept you hidden for who knows how long.

“Really?” James says, somewhat incredulous. “You think children’s psych is interesting?”

“I’m sure she has some interesting stories.”

“Do I ever,” you say, smiling.

“How long have you been here?”

“Six months?” you estimate.

“And I never saw you? No, I would’ve remembered. You would have remembered." Greg’s pager beeps and he scoffs. “Guess I’m needed back. To be continued. But wait? What’s your page number? You know. In case I need a psych consult.”

You look at Wilson after Greg leaves, your eyes gleaming. “Is there a nurse—?”

“Oh, stop it,” he says, but smiles, turning a little red.

“It’s Cynthia, isn’t it?”

“How did you—“

“She’s always talking to you every time I come here. Flirting. Lucky guess.”

“I do not flirt with her,” he says indignantly. “If anything you were just flirting with House.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I was doing no such thing.”

“Inviting him to a threesome? Jesus, you sound just like him.”

“I was kidding. Unless you wanted me to be serious?" you respond, grinning.

He shoots you a withering look and doesn't say anything. Point taken.

"Everyone says he’s a sociopath," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "I mean... I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a sociopath."

“Well, he’s not, either. He’s just miserable and has a shitty bedside manner. There’s a difference. Anyway, can we go through these patients?”

“Yes, sure… wait. I’m being paged,” you say and look down at her pager clipped to your belt buckle. “It’s House.”

Wilson sighs. “I told you. This is why I kept you two apart for as long as I could.”

“You don’t want your friend to be happy?”

“I don’t want you to be miserable.”

“I’m going to keep him waiting. We can go through a couple of files.”

———

You waltz into Greg’s office, his eyes gleaming playfully when he sees you through the glass doors. “I thought hookers took pride in punctuality,” he says when you enter the room.

“Really? I’m late? As far as I’m concerned, I came… just in time,” you say, pausing for emphasis at the exact moment. Two can play. You could go for hours. Could he?

Greg chuckles, smiling almost in spite of himself. “Yeah. James has a lot to answer for.”

“Does he?” you ask, meeting his sparkling blue eyes, such a contrast against his otherwise dominating demeanor. He’s tall but doesn’t stand up to his full height, leaning on the cane. Tone acerbic, bitter, yet a hint of lightness that lets you know he’s not taking his cynicism all too seriously.

He’s dangerous. Sharp as a knife and he’d cut you just as deep.

But he is attractive, albeit in a disheveled manner.

“Who is this?” Foreman asks, already exasperated.

“She’s a woman, Foreman, look, there’s another one right here,” Greg says and gestures to Cameron. “She’s our psych consult.”

You introduce yourself to the team, and Cameron starts to introduce herself to you, just getting to her specialty before he cuts her off. “No. She doesn’t need to know your names. There’s the Second Hottest Woman in the Room, Pretty Boy with a Stupid Accent, and Doctor Who Skipped His Psych Rotation Yet Is Somehow a Neurologist.”

“What a team,” you tease. “I want to hear the pretty boy’s accent, though.”

Chase opens his mouth but Greg glares at him. “Dude. She’s totally into me. Don’t even try.”

Chase scoffs audibly, but ever the yes-man, he keeps quiet. Greg will really have to buy him a dog collar one of these days.

“Why do we need a psych consult?” Foreman asks.

“Because. Some people… think restraining a woman with Haldol to get a blood sample instead of, you know, doing your job correctly is the way to go about things. Clearly, we need a refresher.”

“You try getting blood from her,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Hm. It’s almost like we don’t restrain patients to make our job easier,” you say, meeting his eye. You’d heard a little about his lackeys, albeit not as much as you heard about the man himself. You know their names, though, without having to be introduced. Working with House seemed to bring infamy. They were the topic of most of the gossip these days, and it was a big hospital.

“Oh. The lecture from Dad didn’t work so you bring Mom in to give it again?” Foreman asks, rolling his eyes.

“What? No,” Greg says, furrowing his brow. “Cuddy is your Mommy, foreman. Don’t get confused, now. She won’t come over here unless I do something egregious. Like chemically restrain a patient that didn’t need to be.”

“She was attacking me!”

“She spit at you! And now she’s vomiting blood because of your screwup,” House says firmly.

“Last time I checked, Haldol doesn’t cause that.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter. “Like I said. We don’t restrain patients to make our job easier. She’s a human being. She deserves respect even if she’s being difficult.”

“Okay. Like you never restrain patients?”

“Of course I do. But not because they spit at me,” you laugh. “And not to make my job easier. If they’re a danger to themselves or someone else and it’s the only option, yeah.”

“Give the patient some dignity, Foreman,” Greg agrees.

All three of his ducklings look at him incredulously. “What? I said there was no dignity in death. Not in living.”

“Well. This is going to go back and forth and I don’t have all day for a consult I’m not getting paid for. What’s wrong with the patient?” you ask.

“She's crazy, that’s what’s wrong with her,” Foreman says.

“Yeah. Helpful 19th-century assessment. Do we have an actual diagnosis?”

“Schizophrenia,” Cameron says, trying to reel it back in and be helpful.

“Okay. Does she actually have schizophrenia or does she just hear things? Because hallucinations can be caused by a myriad of things, alcohol withdrawal, unmanaged cirrhosis…”

“She is an alcoholic,” Chase says.

“It’s not a stupid accent, House,” you say, winking at Chase. “Stupid comment though. She’s not an alcoholic. She has alcohol use disorder.”

“Right. I don’t have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem,” Greg grins at you, nudging your arm as he takes a couple pills. “She gets it.”

You lose the fight in the urge to roll your eyes.

“She wasn’t withdrawing when the hallucinations started,” Cameron points out.

“Okay. Liver levels?” you ask.

“Elevated but nothing crazy. She was brought in for a DVT.”

“Ammonia?”

“We… don’t have it.”

You look at Greg. “Slacking? No one thought of the liver in a patient who drinks alcohol?”

Greg shrugs. “When I asked for liver levels I don’t know why they didn’t assume I meant ammonia, too.”

“Or you didn’t think of it,” you say, smirking. Anyway, DVT? How old is she?”

“38.”

“And when was the schizophrenia diagnosed?” you ask.

“Two years ago,” Foreman answers.

“Too young for a DVT and too old for a schizophrenia diagnosis…” you mutter, trailing off.

“That’s what I said,” Greg says.

“Well. I would test ammonia levels and look into her diagnosis. For her to make it to see psych, they had to have missed something if it was something physical that was causing the hallucinations.”

“You think she doesn’t have schizophrenia?” Greg asks.

“I don’t know. She could. But she’s displaying more physical symptoms. Wouldn’t hurt to work backward. Also wouldn’t hurt to get ammonia levels on a patient who drinks alcohol? Can’t believe you missed that one.”

“I thought it was the alcohol,” Chase says.

“Oh. Shut up. She’s not into you,” Greg scolds. “Why nursing?" he asks, turning to you.

“Cheaper. Smaller scope of practice, sure, but I was able to save money sooner. Not as much of a student loan debt,” you answer.

“Why psychiatry? Least chosen field for a reason. Clearly.”

“It’s interesting. I don’t do well with life or death, either.”

“Yet you work with dying cancer patients?”

“They know they’re dying. They’re accepting it, or fighting it, but they know it.”

Greg looks her over once more. “Yeah. One more thing. Why are you going to dinner with me tonight?”

You laugh, trying to gauge if he’s serious or not. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

“Mm. Wear something slutty. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“In your dreams, House,” you giggle, fighting the blush on your cheeks. “You don’t know where I live.”

“Wilson does.”

“You better hope so,” you say, and you walk out the glass door, smiling a little bit too wide for your own liking. Yeah. He was right. James did have a lot to answer for.

“What the hell was that?” Foreman mutters.

“A woman. Jesus, Foreman. I know you don’t get a lot, but come on,” House jokes.

“Hm. Flirting over diagnoses?” Chase laughs. “That’s one way to get a woman.”

“What? She’s damaged, too?” Cameron asks, trying not to betray her hurt.

“Oh, almost definitely,” Greg says.

“So what? You’re going to date her until you figure it out, then leave her?”

“Save your moral outrage. I’ll make sure to sleep with her for as long as she lets me,” he responds, grinning.

Cameron scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Nice, House.”

“I thought so. Now, you heard the woman. You all have jobs to do.”

——---- You head back to Wilson’s office, shaking your head, feeling like you had just gotten in too deep already.

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Wilson asks, not looking up from his paper.

“Yeah.”

Sighing, he puts down the file and looks up at you. “It’s unprecedented, though. He hasn’t been on a date in five years.”

“I’m a little rusty myself,” you say, shrugging.

“Yeah. He… it’s been a long time since he’s opened up to somebody. You better be sure you want this because if he opens up and he gets hurt… I don’t think there’ll be a next time."

“Jesus. I just met him. Relax."

“Yeah. It’s just… keep it in mind.”

You furrow your brow at him. “You kept us apart. You could’ve introduced me a million times by now. Either you never wanted us to meet… or you felt it had to happen by chance.”

“You two are both the most stubborn people I’ve ever met,” he says. “Not to mention both of you are constantly looking for people’s ulterior motives. Case in point… this exact conversation. I know I don’t know you as well as I know him… but. You’re not him, no, you’re not as callous and you care much more about the consequences of your actions, but… had I purposely led the two of you to each other you would’ve hated each other just on that principle.”

“So… half the reason he’s interested in me is because you hid me from him.”

“Precisely.”

“Hm. You’re a conniving bitch yourself, you know that, right?” you say, leaning back in your chair.

Wilson breaks into a smile. “Guilty as charged.”

“You think I’m going to break his heart?” you ask.

“Oh, you could. Like you haven’t trampled on men’s hearts in the past.”

“On occasion. I feel like I’ve been fucked over more times than I’ve fucked someone over.”

“Right. I think we all feel like that. It’s never our fault. It’s always someone else’s fuck up.”

“I mean, sure,” you agree. “How else are we going to live with ourselves?”

There’s a brief, comfortable moment of silence. You like Wilson, and had grown closer than acquaintances over the past six months. You can see how it would be difficult not to like him. Nothing he does could be described as offensive or rude, and if nothing else he could be charming, with his dry humor and kind eyes.

That being said. You can tell he’s got issues. Not that it would take a doctorate to diagnose that; the man is on his third marriage and this one isn’t going any better than the other two. Something lurks underneath there, something about how he accepts things he can’t change. It’s a good quality, a healthy quality, even, to not rage and battle with the world. He has much to be thankful for, anyway. White man, presumably straight, good paying job, the intellect and ability to go through med school and the intelligence and skills to head the oncology department in his 30s.

Still. Some of that rage is healthy, it’s human. And you can see how the lack of it might lead to fights, to growing distant, and because he doesn’t fight the things he can’t change, he lets woman after woman go.

You wonder what his actual other half’s deal is. And you say as much.

“What’s got him all fucked up?” you ask. “He’s older than you. Never married, I presume.”

“Did you notice the cane?” Wilson snarks. “I’d start there.”

“No,” you say, leaning back in your chair, crossing your legs. “No. He was messed up before that. Sure, chronic pain would exacerbate any problems he had, but… I don’t believe that that’s the cause of it.”

“All I’ll say is it’s been a while since he’s put himself out there. I kept myself out of this because I can’t be involved or he’ll sabotage it. And I… I don’t want him to. I think you’d be good for him.”

“I don’t know how much good I’d be anybody,” you mutter. “I seem normal, but it’s a good mask.”

“Well. If nothing else you two can be miserable together. Most people are.”

“Hm. Like you and your wife?”

“Don’t go there," he says, tone a little more firm. “I think it’s fair game since you just waltzed into my love life,” you counter.

“You let him in all by yourself. But… this is why. I say this in the kindest way possible, but having worked with you for half a year, there’s something wrong with you. It comes out here and there. You have learned to mask it to some extent. But you… you’re damaged goods. So. Either the two of you will destroy each other, feed off each other’s worst parts and make a suicide pact I’ll have to talk you out of… or you’ll both find comfort in finally meeting somebody as fucked as you are.”

“Wow. What a glowing review of my personality,” you say sarcastically, but you don't have much of a counter because you know he isn't wrong.

"I... I don't know if it's your personality or if it's even your fault. I'm not House. I'm not going to pry. I don't need to know to be friends with you. But... he will."

“Whatever. We all hurt, Wilson. It’s part of the human condition.”

“Okay. Just… be careful."

"I thought you wanted this to happen?" you ask.

"I do... but... I just want you to be aware."

“Well. I'm one step ahead of you. I’m taking files out of my medical records,” you say, grinning.

Wilson furrows his brow. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

You laugh. “I’ve heard enough stories from you in passing, and I know he’ll be looking for them.”

“Yeah. Yeah. If there’s one thing he likes…it’s games. Nice courtship techniques.”

“You play games just as much.”

“Yes, but I don’t commit crimes.”

“Being friends with House? I doubt that," you laugh. "Didn’t you… I don’t know… reduce a patient’s tumor to con another doctor into removing it?”

“How do you even know about that?”

You shrug. “Everyone knew about that. Anyway. I’ll leave enough so he knows some are missing.”

“What? Enough… oh. Files. We’re back to that.”

“Yeah. Keep up,” you say, grinning.

"Mm. Well. Have fun."

And you know, you did. For a while.

#greg house x reader #house x reader #gregory house x reader #house x you #greg house x you #house md #hate crimes md #james wilson #gregory house

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 7

Dean x Reader

Part 7 🥰🐞

A/N: Can someone hand me a box of tissues please 🥹🥰🐞 Also side note, please comment down below and let me know what you think, if you wanna of course🥰🐞

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Sexual Content, Heartbreak, Kidnapping, Trigger Warnings🙈

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Seeing him, listening to the sound of his voice, broke you, I thought I was stronger that this. He is ordering his usual, black coffee. Acting like his presence doesn't bother you, you go on typing away, not that a single damn word is making sense, the tears, threatening to spill over, and give away, "your strong woman" act.

You can feel his eyes burning on you, while he steals a quick glance, you don't want to meet his eyes, so you'll just pretend to be busy, even though the only thing your busy with, is trying not to break down and cry in front of everyone.

I can't, I can't do this shit, you say underneath your breath, you quickly pack everything up, put a few dollars down for the coffee, you notice, you didn't even touch the piece of chocolate mousse cake, Julie gave you! Eversince that day, you haven't had much of an appetite, not even for dessert.

Just waving, while running out the shop, unsure to where you want to go, honestly unsure of what to do with yourself, with your life without him , hell! tell me how did I turn into this person, to the woman who needs a man, not just any man but Dean Winchester! Tears streaming freely now, I've never in my life felt sadness that cuts this deep, leaving my damn heart in a thousand shreds. I should hate him, but oh how I love him.

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Showing up at your mom's house, she barely opened the door, when you knocked, you grab ahold of her in a heartbreaking way, sobs into her arms, mom tell me, please how do I let this pain go away, how do I forget about him, how do I move on when my heart is so torn apart, when all I want to do is run into his arms, searching for the comfort I always found there, tell me mom!, you say, tears making your mom's, brightly flowered shirt wet.

Oh honey, taking her fingers, trying to rub the tears away, only time will tell, my sweet girl. Mom, I don't want time to tell, I just want time to be turned back, back to when he loved me, when I was enough to make him happy, I just want him mom, with me, holding me, is that to much to ask for, your voice breaking now, is it mom?, I am not a bad person am I? Can't I just be really happy for once? Don't I deserve it mom?

Oh bug, you are breaking my heart, seeing you like this, I wish I could just bandage your heart together, make everything better, but I can't, not this time, but I'll tell you what, sweetie, let me make us some of that chamomile tea you like so much, then we can just sit and talk, or cry, or be in total silence, just what you need honey. Forming a little smile on your lips, that sounds nice thanks mom, we can talk, but not about this , anything else will do.

Sweet, soft smile coming from your moms lips, okay honey, did you hear about Mrs, Anderson, throwing lemonade, at Mrs Morgan, for stealing some of her flowers....

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The two of you, spend the afternoon just talking about, light-hearted, topics, and also of course the surprise birthday party for the weekend for your dearest brother, oh how deeply you love him, the two of you are really close, but he is always away on business trips, so you kind of lost touch, but this weekend is all about catching up.

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Giving your mom, one big heartfelt hug, I'll see you and daddy tonight, for dinner, you say while starting to walk towards the street, where you get into the cab, giving them your address, you need to freshen up for the free art classes you give for the kids at the church, you also need to try and cover up your swollen eyes. Your not much for makeup, you prefer just a little bit of mascara really, but you have a trick or two up your sleeve.

Arriving at your little house, which doesn't really feel the same anymore, it doesn't feel like a home without him, damnit escapes your lips, while throwing your keys on the kitchen countertop.

Just standing in the shower, while the hot water is running down your body, all you can think of, is the way he'd looked this morning, as if something is weighing, heavily on his shoulders, maybe he misses you, the thought enters your mind, you could've sworn your heart just skipped a beat, but you just suppress that little excitement of just maybe he feels the same. Getting out, the shower, grabbing the nearest towel, wrapping it tightly around your body.

Walking to your dresser, opting out for a pair of dark blue jeans, and a plain black t-shirt, with your favourite pair of flat black boots, before closing the dresser, is when you spot it, he's favourite red flannel shirt you stole, to wear whenever you'll just be lounging around the house, taking the shirt, holding it closely to your beating heart, breathing in, the woody musky scent coming, from the shirt holding too much memories.

A little tear escaping and rolling over your cheek. Throwing it back into the closet, like it's the shirt's fault, you turn around to your mirror so that you can put on some makeup and get your hair done, deciding that you'll be going for the loosely braided hair you like so much.

You were just about done, when you hear your phone receiving a message, its from Eileen, "Hey sweetie, how are you doing? Listen you and me, we are going out for a girls night tomorrow, Sam's working late again so it's you and me, painting this town red, okay no excuses.!" A little smile forming across your lips, honestly you don't feel much like going out, but maybe she needs it just as much as you do. Texting her back , yeah hun let's do it , sounds like fun. I'll bring the red paint, with a laughing emoji, and some hugs and kisses you send the message.

Getting out the cab at church, grabbing your art supplies, walking towards the big welcoming doors, you breathe in, let's do this, you put on a big smile, hoping it'll take away the sadness in your eyes.

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Okay kids that's it for tonight, I'll see you again on Friday, and remember, there is no right or wrong when it comes to art, just let your heart do the talking, each of the kids between the ages of seven and thirteen, comes to give you a hug, before heading out, oh you truly loved every one so much.

Last little girl, named Tiffany to give you a hug, come running up to you , she's 7 and has so much potential of being an artist one day, hugging you, looking you in the eyes with her big brown eyes, asking you when is uncle Dean coming to visit again. You just hug her tightly and say, not sure honey, he is very busy at work, oh okay, she says, I miss him, have to go now... Love you, bye, she goes running off!

Oh that little one, has no idea, what she's done, sitting down, with your hands covering your face trying, to be strong, trying to fight back the heartbreak, from damming up in your eyes, you feel a hand firmly, but softly resting on your shoulder, turning around to see Pastor Cas, hi, Pastor you said trying to hide the pain in your voice.

Are you okay, concern on his face, I will listen if you wanted to talk. Thank you Pastor, but is fine, I'll get better eventually, you say while getting up from your sitting position, gathering all the art supplies, you hear Pastor Cas say, I'm really here if you need to talk, and I know about you and Dean, I found him one night sitting in this same room, I think he came, here quite often when you weren't here, he told me the two of you broke up, I'm sorry to hear that he said empathy in his voice.

Damnit! You said underneath your breath, how can I tell Cas, how much I despise and love his best friend, strangely enough the two of them just connected, Dean started to show up at the art classes you gave, to see you, in your element he said, with that mischievous smile of his!

The kids quickly started to love him, as he would get on all fours and give them little horseback rides, one by one, while you were busy teaching the class, he and Cas would stand outside to talk and laugh. Dean would always tell you, that they're like brothers even though there so different.

I'm really fine you said quickly glancing at him, seeing the concern in his face. You're my friend too, he said. I know, but I'm fine, I really need to go, I have dinner with my parents tonight you said, with a smile barely tugging at your lips. Oh, okay, you should enjoy it he said smiling, coming closer and giving you a little hug.

Enjoy your evening Cas, you said while walking outside, waiting for a cab to pick you up. You could drive yourself, but preferred using the taxi services, one of the reasons being your not very good with directions and of course the other one is, its just much more fun sitting in the back taking in the view, of the places you've seen so many times before, but there's so many details and little miracle's that could be easily taken for granted! Oh very artsy of me, you say to yourself, a smile creeping on your lips!

You wave the taxi down, smiling while getting in, your eyes meeting his, he quickly looks away. Giving him the address, you just sit there in silence, admiring the stars and moon shining so brightly, a big dark cloud, hiding the stars all of the sudden.

You should be at your parents house by now! Looking at the street sign, seeing its he's going the wrong way.

Excuse me sir, you tap him on the shoulder, your going the wrong way, he turns to face you, his eyes as cold as breeze seeping through the window.

Sit back in your seat missy, I'm going the right way, his voice, sounding kind of raspy and mocking. So you adjust back in the seat, taking out your phone, knowing something is wrong you start typing away, the look he gives you in the mirror sends chills down your spine. It's him, the serial killer - Dean's been hunting.

Swallowing away the tightness in your chest, your fingers typing the words , "its the serial killer" before you could type, I love you mom, the car comes to a stop.

Breathing heavily you know its now or never, still holding you cell in your hand, you see him walking to the side of your door, turning slightly in your seat, your feet pointing at the door, he pulls it open, give me your damn phone he angrily says. That's when you gave it your all, you kicked him with both feet, and while he stuttering backwards, you turn around on your hands and feet, quickly crawling to the other side of the seat so that you can get away, your hand touching the door handle, almost there, biting your lip, ahhhhh! A scream escapes your lips, his pulling you out of the car by your ankles, trying to grab onto everything you can find, but there's nothing.

You feel the dirt and rocks underneath your arms, scraping the skin, trying to find a way of getting away from his tight grip, stil squirming he grabs your hair, that's when you feel it, a pinch, almost mosquito bite like, into your neck, night, night, you little shit, you hear his voice, sounding very pleased with himself.

You can feel it starting to take affect, did I send the text, you wondered, tears staining your face, the darkness came over you despite the moon shining so brightly.

#spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine #eileen leahy

[matenrou-fan]

Yandere! Doppo with fem! s/o

yippee my favorite thing to write!!

yandere themes, stalking, mention of being locked, lying, delusional Doppo;; 1703 words

It's actually much more easy to imagine than you probably think. This man have low self-esteem, he get used to being treated like he's nothing, to the point where he think about himself like about garbage, and he's depressed af

And then.. you appeared. He may be not that religious but he definitely see you as angel, without any jokes. Angel, who came down from heaven and bright his days, his whole life..!

It's doesn't matter if you're actually the ray of sunshine who have many friends or also awkward shy introvert, he will see you as the kindest in the whole world, even if you just smile to him sometimes during lunch break and asking if he's alright when he feel sick after sleepless night of paperwork.

Yes, he have Hifumi who always treat him good and even cook for him, but it's different! Hifumi is his closest friends who know him from childhood, and you're.. you're just a stranger, just co-worker, yet you always so calm, so kind to him, you never scream at him. He get used that everyone in office try to slack off from their work, making him doing theirs reports too..! And you was different, you're the only one who was so gentle with him, making his soul tremble and his heart skip a beat when he notice as you walk in office early in the morning.

He start to peeking at you more during work house. Just by looking at your focused face he can start feeling himself much better, and when he accidentally meet your gaze? Oh, he's so embarrassed, trembling and looking away, as he afraid that he will scare you off with his strange behavior. But in the same time, his heart beat faster and faster, as he can't stop smiling. Such new, sweet feeling.. so addicting..

But soon it will be not enough. He's still too shy to talk with you more than for five minutes when you two bump into each other in corridor accidentally, so he decided to start stalking you outside of work too. Why not? After looking at you for so long in office it's doesn't sound that bad, he's just a little bit nervous and want to know about your life, what's wrong?

So he will walk you home, slowly passing through dark streets behind you. Aren't he actually doing a good thing? If someone will try to hurt you, he will be right here, immediately protecting you! So it's mean he's not that creepy, he just making sure you are safe!

Slowly he will get more info about you through stalking, your address, closest friends, family members, favorite places to hang out and more, more.. He still reassure yourself that he just trying to know you better so it would be more easy to talk with you, and that he's not doing something illegal.

Then he finally will be enough confident to talk with you. Now, when he know your preferences and favorite things it's easy to choose right topic to make you interested in him, to make you think that you two are understand each other so good and have so much same interests! Shouldn't you just befriend him already?

"Oh, you also like this show..?! Yeah, me too, I think I can tell the whole plot from memory, hehe.." - should I say that he spend whole night before this little talk watching it and scrolling through wiki so he would look like a big fan?

He can't control your free time outside office but during work hours he will try to cut off your little chit chats with other co-workers, talking with you himself or make them actually do their work. Yes, he finally start to say "no", so he would be able to stalk you right after work, and not sit in office till midnight..!

Also.. Aren't this mean you have a positive influence on him? Ah, just how much he's appreciate you in his life, how much you change him! And he's really sure that it's good, cause now he feel himself so happy when he admire your sleeping figure through your bedroom's window, or when he write new interesting fact about your life in notes in his phone..! He never feel himself more happier, and he can't even imagine how much happier he will be when he finally will be able to touch you, to visit your house or to invite you to his house.

Oh, his house.. It's actually a problem. You're a girl, and he have Hifumi in their house that would fall unconscious just by looking at you. Also, he's almost 30, and he still live with his friend. Aren't it will make him look.. unsuccessful? Doppo really try hard to be much cool and prosperous than he actually is with you around, as he wants to look like a solid man to win you over.

Maybe he should rent a room for himself? Just a calm lonely salaryman who's hard worker, not too rich but not too poor, aren't he would look like an ideal type? He also can lie that it's his own flat, not a rented one, yes..! it's also would be much easier to lock you inside if something will go wrong

So he would start to talk with you more, acting more and more soft and gentle around you. Just how precious you are, always smiling at him, listening to his still a little bit trembling voice.. Even when he's not able to play cool, even when he snapped and started rumbling about how creepy and ugly he is, and how much his boss annoy him, and how bad his work, you still wasn't disgusted, asking if he alright or he wants to vent a little bit.. Truly, an angel, an angel that fate give him so he can change!

And he change, he really change.. but did he? Even now, when Doppo's much more confident, when he almost find a new apartments for himself (and for you, of course), he still so.. insecure.. Everytime he see you with others co-workers, its break his heart, and when he see you hanging out with your friends while he stalk you, it's make his soul trembling with anger and jealous... Why are you with them, when he's standing here, hiding in shades?! So unfair, so humiliating...

Yes, he try to be as good as he can, but do he actually deserves you? Everyone here much better than he, and they don't even need to fake something to make you talk with them, to make you interested...! He bite his lip, as he can't stop looking at you laughing face, as one of other male co-workers makes you laugh.

He can't take it anymore. Even with all this lie he still feel that he's not enough, otherwise you wouldn't talk with other people! You would forget about everyone around you as he forgot! But you didn't, and it makes him so hurt and insecure.

But this doesn't matter. You already captured his heart, he's addicted to you and he can't let you go. Even if he actually much worse and creepy than you think, even if he actually don't deserve you in his life, he doesn't care. He will make you his at any cost. He just need you

So Doppo would finally rent this stupid apartments and get up his courage to invite you here, as he already prepare everything that he need. He said he just wants to drink tea together and talk a little, what's can go wrong...?

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But as soon as you enter his house after long day at work, he would giggle, locking the door behind you. Well, many people lock their door even when they inside their house, it's more safe like that, but.. You feel like something was off.

"S/o.. S/o.." - Doppo mumbles, so weak and shy yet so creepy and obsessive. He slowly get closer, suddenly hugging you tightly as he sniff your hair, your perfume, whining - "Your scent is so good.. A-and you're so soft.... Even softer and warmer than I thought..."

You try to push him away carefully, saying with confused face that that's not really what you expected to get today.

"Oh.. Even when I act like that you keep being such an angel..." - he chuckle. He looks so creepy and yet you still talk with him so softly, apologizing.. How can he let you go, even if you asking about this?!

So, no. His grip so firm, as he just continue to sit with you, his heart beating so fast as he just can't get enough of your warmness, softness, cuteness.. You can hear his trembling breathe as he whisper to you just how much he loves you, how much he ready to do to make you smile, and just how much better his days now, with you around.

Would also apologize so much, as he still think that he's not worthy, but, despite he feel guilty, he will not even think about free you. He can't let other people see you, what if you will throw him away?

Lock all doors, all windows, he's even fork out to buy a sound insulation and smart curtain that always closes when he's on work (oh, they also have remote access within app, so Doppo always can check if you try to open them and ask for help by knocking on windows). Don't worry, as he already know what's your favourite things, he fill your new bedroom with books of your favorite authors, and here's tv so you can watch your favorite shows and films, and here's table with stuff for your hobbies, everything...!

"I'm going to work, darling.." - Doppo smiles softly as he kisses you forehead, ignoring your weak struggles. He know that soonly you will give up - "O-oh, and I will get my salary soon, if you want something new for your hobby just ask me, okay?"

"So.. Have fun, okay? And try not to miss me to much, I promise that I'll rush home after my stupid work as fast as possible... Just to be with you all alone again.. ♡"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #yandere hypmic #hypnosis mic doppo #hypmic doppo #doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #Doppo Kannonzaka x reader #yandere Doppo #yandere Doppo Kannonzaka

[grokebaby]

HAIII ME AGAINNN

Just wanted to pass by and ask: Where are Mewmew's kits now ? They musta grown quite a bit since that photo, so I'm kinda curious myself :33 How's their relationship with m too ? Is it good ? Do they know Bout Evie in the house ?

Hiiiii you can read more on tha kittens here and here :3

Here's also some art I done of them!

[Two slight updates on the kittens' (adult) names but Goop is now Goog, and Turbotuho goes by just Turbo! Other than that there's not too much new.]

•Googy (Mew Jr.), as mentioned somewhere in the fuzzy past, is a housecat for good. Yes, they're on the same level mentally as Mewmew and everyone else, and also has the option to choose to develop some kind of alternative mecha mode. But they completely choose not to, and so remain in cat mode indefinitely. Mew Jr. Is fully content to live as a normal pet cat until the end of time (or until their.. Humans pass away from old age..) Junior is a laidback personality who envied normal cats in their kittenhood and thus made the decision to become one as much as possible. Cannot be convinced to adopt some alt form and is rarely in contact with their siblings. However Turbo misses them sometimes, and Goog has the ability to use a phone (opposable thumbs you see), so they call sometimes. Mewmew is completely accepting of this lifestyle choice, if not very distant to Mew Jr...

•Captain Tiramisu and Turbo are living a space opera/cheesy scifi drama somewhere in the far off cosmos, and they're very close! They're each other's emotional support, even if they're perpetually bickering. Similarly to Mew Jr., they both chose the kind of external mode that they personally found the absolute coolest, and live in robot mode almost exclusively. Turbo is more keen to kitty around every so often tho, for comfort reasons. Turbo is the sweet optimist of the two, and loves breaking stuff. An absolute biting fiend as a cat. Love language is biting (Cap'n Tiramisu also bites but not lovingly).

There's no nicer way to say this but Tiramisu is an egotistical, petty brat. While Turbo is more of a follower personality, they do also blatantly and stubbornly make their own choices and turns along the way. Many people often wonder how these two can stand each other, but Turbo often comforts Tiramisu when things don't go their way and occasionally enables their bombastic revenge plots, and Tiramisu will violently explode you if you're mean to their baby sibling. Turbo likes to test Captain's patience (making them a better person by pettily not leaving them any other choice sometimes), and Captain "Mom friend anxiety hack"s* their way to helping Turbo take care of, or stand up for themself more. *(aka. Oh no I'm too nervous to do this thing. Oh, you're also too nervous to do this thing? I'll fucking do it double for you then!!!)

Both are neurodivergent so they also assist each other in whatever the other can't do. Despite having many petty and childish traits to them, these two make it work.

•Relationship with Mewmew can be summed up with:

Captain Tiramisu - Geez mom/dad, you're embarrassing meeeeee.... Ugh... Fine. I love you.. Yeah yeah I'll send you a post card from the milkyway association's holiday hotel.. Yeah of course I won't get into trouble (gets into trouble as soon as they depart)

Turbo - Oh weee yuppeee It's mom/dad ^~^ so here's everything I've been up to since we last saw (talks for three hours), sorry I didn't call you I forgot, wow you're so cool I love you, and Tiramisu and Mew Jr. Love you too. Okay bye, I wanna go do something now! I'll call you (forgets to call.)

Admittedly they've gotten distant with adulthood.

•To address the.. Evie in the room, I will just say that none of the kittens know of Mewmews life during the galactic alliance, they only know Mewmew "did something in the military but quit to pursue a peaceful life". The kits were born after quitting. They do know of Evilicus, as that scary dark lord that was defeated long ago, and they actually do community service sometimes for planets that Evie's reign has left scarred and ravaged. They however definitely haven't been in touch with Mewmew recently enough to know Evie is roommates now lolol

Thank you for the ask!!! ^w^

#Ask #Mew Jr #Lore #Mewmew Agricola #Turbo Agricola #Captain Tiramisu #I expanded and refreshed their characters a little! #Admittedly I might still work on them since they've been left on the side #But I like what I've got so far! I think #Turbo and Tiramisus dynamic is basically just #Turbo: please don't kill them ok I know they were annoying but it's not right #Tira: I will kill them. Plotting their downfall right now. #Turbo: Well alright.. I don't agree with you but I respect your decision and autonomy... Do I have to help? #Tira: Yes. #Turbo: no. #Tira:... Ok #Tira:.... I'll just beat them up then. #Turbo: Yay ^~^

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 22 - Climbing Sky Peak

Otherwise known as *rolls dice*

...Oh my God-

YEAH SURE WHY NOT!!

This post is going to begin a little a lot more differently than usual. Going in, I knew the Sky Peak arc was going to be a nightmare of text boxes. So I did a little experimenting and took a video of its introduction in Rotom's Cafe - click here to watch that before moving onward.

(Obligatory apologies for many potentially distracting things, including but not limited to: crooked pictures, cloudy lighting, the camera refocusing randomly, random hand cameos, and specks of dirt on the screen.)

I mean—

(I can’t seem to find the artist for this‚ if anyone happens to know who it is pls hmu so I can credit)

Exactly! Let's follow Rhydon's lead and head forth to check out this mountain-

...Er, right. I mean, the Cloudy Well. (Is this the pollution I was foreshadowing?)

Actually, the name feels reminiscent of a level from Spyro 🤔

Butseriouslythisissogodd*mnfunnyamythicalvillagefullOFONIXLMAAAAOOOO

Also don't worry about Team Frontier partially out of frame there, we'll get to them in a minute.

I've played this game for I don't know how many years now, and I literally only had this thought just now-

...But why didn't some flying Pokémon just bypass the ruined mountain pass? Sure, it's inaccessible to everyone else, but unless the entire peak was scorched earth, there's... really no reason for it to have become shrouded in mystery. 🤷‍♀️

Uh, I think that if you lead us on an arduous trek of one of the highest mountains on the continent only for us to arrive at the peak and go "haha just kidding, the treasure was the friendships we made along the way ^-^" I will actually kill you. FYI.

"Hey, Teresa? What do you think? Should we let Onix join us?"

*says no* *gets stuck in a recursive formula* *breaks the world*

...Just kidding, of course 😅

Team Heavenly is more or less prepared already, so of course my top priority is talking to the NPCs.

We... We can't request... a what?!

I have no idea why "rescue" is randomized like a dungeon name here. And in case you think this is a one-off:

??????????

I just thought the idea of a merchant Clefairy (actually he replaces Pelipper, but I digress) was so cute.

Ah and... Team Frontier... Oh man, where do I even begin?

Now, Jolteon is pretty fitting! I can especially see him with Breloom's style of speaking. He also ended up being a great asset in battles, so no complaints here.

So, let's address the Copperajah in the room. You must be wondering what the heck Deoxys is doing here. But clearly, he's the leader, right?

Wrong.

Don't ask how she took the throne. It's said she once razed an entire village with her fangs alone.

No, Deoxys is... a giggly space queen? Which might even be funnier than the phrase "Onix Village" 🤭

...Yeah, best of luck with that one, bud.

Because Onix is a very large Pokémon, I couldn't have anyone else on the team :( So it was just the three of us on this long, dreary trek.

The first section of Sky Peak Cloudy Well was dubbed "Significant Port." (I apparently didn't snap any pictures of the dungeon itself... whoops.)

But similar to this, the first floor was dead silent. No music. And it was snowing. Classic Mt. Silver creepypasta vibes.

Here's a fresh look at Teresa and Andrea's status, alongside Onix. Note the <100 HP despite being 11 levels higher than Andrea.

Onix wasn't bad, per se. She had Swords Dance, Megahorn, and Rock Blast, which is a heck of a combination tbh. That being said... this first dungeon was probably the hardest of them all in retrospect. At least half of that was due to Onix being super fragile, frequently getting OHKO'd by Aqua Jet of all things. (Yeah, Onix is 4x weak to water, but it's not like Aqua Jet is a very strong move.)

The other side of the difficulty coin was Furret and Blastoise both countering half the damage you dealt and, of course, Monster Houses galore. It got bad enough that I threw a Detect Band on Teresa, which did actually help me survive a future Monster House.

Has real big "WW1 Battlefield on Christmas Day" vibes. Lol, I'm sure this won't be an ominous sign of things to come, right?

(Spoiler: It Was.)

If you recall, there are ten station passes and clearings. Because of this, I'm throwing Sky Peak dungeon names into their own post, instead of stuffing them all in the guide. However, the guide itself will include a link to this "sub-guide." As we traverse each station pass, I'll highlight their titles in bold.

Speaking of, the Second Station Pass was known as Sandy Bay...

(Did you mean: Normandy Beach?! Okay yes technically a different war, but listen-)

And we got ambushed by Andrea's brothers and sisters 😭We BARELY made it out of this one, with Andrea hanging on by a thread. So I was ecstatic to pick up a Foe-Hold Orb... only to immediately lose it by spawning into a "mandatory" MH (i.e., in the same room as the stairs).

Okay folks, that's 30 images, so onwards to Part 2!

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #climbing sky peak #chapter 22

[nicascurls]

Strangeness and Charm - Part Four

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Season 1 AU where Andy and Kyle arrive at Charles Lee Ray’s old house before Tiffany leaves with Junior and Nica and ultimately save them. Set in 2017, two weeks after Cult since that's when the show was originally mentioned to be set and in my opinion, makes the most sense.

Notes: Procrastination is taking charge, so I wrote this instead of working on my University essay. XD Anyway, the chaos cousins make an appearance here and then some BarclayPierce bonding cause I'm a sucker for them interacting. Also their trauma deserves to be addressed. On that note, Nica's attempt in Cult is addressed in this so a warning for that.

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms @cult-of-dollbabies

The boys huddled together trying to peep through the gap to keep an eye on Lexy, and after some pretty excessive insistence from Nica, Caroline as well. Devon was doing his best to stay focused on what the Mayor was saying, in case Lexy needed any help but it was certainly proving difficult with the bickering cousins next to him.

"Junior, will you quit it already? You keep elbowing me!"

"Well maybe if you moved out the way I wouldn't have to keep doing it!"

"You have plenty of room!"

"Not with your bird's nest hair right in front of my face!"

"Shut up. I can't hear what's being said." Devon eventually snapped. 

"Yeah, and I can hear you three better than I can hear my mom and she has a damn microphone." Lexy hissed, turning back for a split second. 

That got the cousins to stop for a moment, they knew that they couldn't risk messing this plan up. It took practically the entire morning for the teens to convince Kyle, Andy and Nica to let them keep watch on the event and find out Chucky's plan on their own. Nica had known that she couldn't go with them even with the chair Junior found in the basement from when his father had injured himself years ago. 

The kids could see that she hated it, not being able to protect them. They had assumed it was to do with losing her family, but Devon knew it was something darker especially once Caroline was mentioned. He remembered the tragic story of her niece that he had read during his research but avoided the subject for the time being, unsure of who else knew. 

As for Kyle and Andy, they knew they couldn't risk leaving Nica alone. Not to mention that if Chucky spotted either of them with the kids, the chances were all hell would break loose. 

So they settled for waiting for the kids to update them on anything related to Chucky and Tiffany, and once they knew what was happening with the truck they would take control.

The boys' focus was drawn back to the Mayor's speech as it painfully began to come to a close.

"Is it worth calling them yet?" Jake questioned, "I know we don't know anything about where the truck is going but if it's right there maybe we can take care of things whilst everyone is watching the movie?"

"Just wait until we know she's done talking, when she finally stops bullshitting we might actually get some more-" 

"Guys listen!" Devon interrupted just in time for them to hear the Mayor's announcement from outside the building.

"- Oscar-nominated actress and professional poker player, Jennifer Tilly!"

"Oh shit! Jake, I hate to admit this but you're right. We should call them." Junior concluded as Lexy whipped her head back to face the boys. He made a quick sign to Lexy to let her know what was going on as Devon continued keeping watch and Lexy thought of a way to get her and Caroline to join the boys without causing suspicion.

 Meanwhile, the adults had remained at the Wheeler's, anxiously waiting for any news. Kyle had given Nica some of her clothes earlier in the day for her to change into and that paired with having a chair again, made a world of difference for Nica. 

All three were now in the kitchen, sharing their experiences about Chucky to see if there was any kind of pattern or clue about how to stop him this time. 

"Wait, so how much does your mom and Mike know about all of this stuff now?"

"Minimal, I can't risk Chucky trying to go after them again."

"And he has a habit of wanting to play the hero." Kyle pitched in, getting herself some more coffee.

"No!"

Kyle turned to Nica in response, and rolled her eyes behind her brother's back. Nica couldn't help but snicker at the siblings' antics as Andy quickly turned to try and catch his sister before his phone rang.

"Shit, the kids." He announced before picking up the phone and putting it on speaker. They soon heard Junior's  voice over the phone, "It's Tiffany, she's here as Jennifer Tilly."

Nica's head shot up at that, eyes wide with fear.

"Okay, where are you?"

"Just inside the movie theatre." Jake informed them.

"All of you?"

"Me, Devon and Junior. Lexy and Caroline are just outside but we can see them."

The adults proceeded to listen over the phone as they tried to make out the whispers of conversation that followed.

"They're transporting the dolls from here right after the show, to Teterboro Airport." Devon fed back to the adults.

"Right, okay. What's the deal with Lexy and Caroline right now?" 

Just then they were met with the sound of the theatre side door opening as Lexy and Caroline made their way through. 

“I want Chucky!” 

“Care, remember why we were moving your barbies? We can’t trust Chucky, or any doll. They’re all fucked up.”

“You said a bad word!”

“I know I did, that's how serious this is. Okay?”

“Kids?” Andy spoke again.

“Yeah? Oh, shit, come on.” Junior responded before the sound of multiple footsteps came through the phone. Nica was getting panicked now, continuously biting her nails as the adults listened to the events over the phone, “Are you all, alright?” She questioned once the footsteps stopped.

On the other side Lexy grabbed the phone off the boys, “Yeah we’re okay, Jen- uh Tiffany was looking through the doors so we moved to a different part of the theatre.”

“Did she see you guys?” Kyle pitched in.

"Probably through the door but not where we went."

"Including Junior?" Nica asked, panicked.

"Yeah… Why?"

"Right. Junior, I think you need to head back here. If Tiffany saw you it's only a matter of time before she or Chucky come after you again."

"But surely they would be after all of us?" Junior questioned in return.

"Not Tiffany. Listen, above anything else she is possessive. She was going to leave Devon in that house but she took you with her. In her mind, the others aren't a priority but you are and she will try and 'steal you back' the first chance she gets which is why you need to get away before she finds you."

"How do you know that is what she'll do?"

"I can explain it more later but right now I just need you to trust me." Nica looked back and forth between the two other adults in the room, a silent plea for them to do the same. Which they did, they could see from the panic in Nica's eyes that she was speaking from experience, even if they didn't know the details of it.

"Okay, here's the plan," Kyle began, taking charge. "Kids, are you safe where you are right now?" 

"Yeah, we're safe." Devon responded.

"Junior you and Caroline, if possible, I'll pick you up and bring you back to the house now. You other three, stay where you are, Andy and I will come to meet you once Junior and Caroline are back here. Are you okay with that, Nica?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay with that. As long as there's no blood I should be fine."

"Got it, call us again when you're here and we'll meet you outside."

Five minutes had now passed and Kyle had left to meet the kids, leaving Andy and Nica at the Wheeler's house. Andy then turned to Nica to see her lost in thought.

"Hey," he spoke softly, causing her to face him. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed before continuing, "I just hate the idea of the kids being on their own. What about you?"

"What?"

"How are you doing? You seemed off after the Chucky incident."

Andy was taken aback, he knew Nica was smart. She would've had to have been to survive Chucky on her own, but how observant she was had already managed to surprise him even in the short time since they had formerly met. Either that or he was just ridiculously transparent.

"I- he didn't try to hurt you or anything did he?" Her voice brought Andy out of his thoughts again.

"No, there was nothing like that. He just liked bringing up Harrogate." 

Nica gave a small nod, "I am sorry about that, I know it was Chucky in control but-"

"No, you don't need to apologise. Honestly, I'm the one that owes you an apology."

"I… don't understand."

Andy took a deep breath, preparing to admit the truth. He knew he had to tell her now. The longer it was left, the worse it would seem, or even worse, she would hear it from Chucky. He was terrified that telling her would mean she would never trust him, which he believed he deserved, but he had to do it. She deserved to know.

"I had managed to smuggle a gun into Harrogate and when Chucky got to me I, uh I took a shot at you." 

Once again, he couldn't look at her after admitting it, he kept his eyes glued to the floor as Nica remained quiet, slowly processing what she had just been told. "I would have killed you if the gun hadn't jammed. I'm so sorry and I get it if you don't tr-"

"Andy. I'm not mad about it, you were trying to stop Chucky. You didn't know I was still in there too."

"That's the problem, I wasn't thinking about any of that, my only thought was getting rid of another Chucky and I almost killed you because of it!"

"I wouldn't have cared." Nica admitted in a small voice. 

Andy looked at her then, prepared to start telling her that she didn't need to say things to spare his feelings but one look at her and he could see she meant it. She now had a hesitant look on her face, as if she contemplated whether to continue or stay quiet before reaching for her left sleeve with a now shaking hand. She took a final deep breath and rolled her sleeve up, revealing the still healing wound that went down her left wrist.

Andy felt his heart sink as he saw it, not even sure of how to respond.

"When…?"

"My first day at Harrogate. Tiffany visited and told me about Alice. Since they had got me thinking Chucky wasn't real, I believed it was my fault." Nica explained, her voice breaking at the end. 

Andy kept his eyes focused on her and saw a few tears escape her eyes, which she quickly wiped away.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I know that." She said quickly, continuing to stare straight ahead.

"I know, but I also know that doesn't stop the guilt. Although it can help more if you hear it from someone else?"

With that, Nica sniffed once and dared to look over at him with a small smile. "It does."

"You're gonna be alright now though? You don't…. Feel like that anymore."

Nica thought for a second, having people question how she felt was something she had grown used to but this was the first time in a long time that someone ment it, and she could tell.

"No, not anymore."

"Okay. But if you do, you know you can talk to me? I can't promise I'll know how to help but I'll do my best. Or even if you don't feel like that, just if you want to talk."

Nica couldn't help but smile more, "I do, and I will."

Andy returned her smile with his own, relieved that he may finally be able to help her when the sound of his phone ringing interrupted the moment.

"Yeah?" Andy began, having answered the phone.

"I'm on my way back," Kyle spoke over the phone. "Junior and Caroline are with me, the others are staying hidden till we get there."

"Right, see you soon." 

He hung up the phone and turned back to Nica who was now pulling the sleeve back down to cover the wound. She looked up to see him watching before she hesitantly asked. "Um, what I told you. Can we-"

"Keep it between us?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, the same with what I said."

"If anyone asks, the whole conversation never happened. Deal?"

"Deal."

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #devon evans #lexy cross #caroline cross #andy barclay #nica pierce #kyle simpson #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #barclaypierce #chucky fanfiction #Strangeness and Charm

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Executive Dazai

(A/N: R.I.P. me trying to write comedy! Also sorry for any typos sometimes I miss things. Anyway let's gooo)

Under cut due to length (4,154 words)

Atsushi's P.O.V

"Gah! Where is that slacker!?" I hear Kunikida-san mumbling from his desk. He holds a stack of reports, and I walk over to offer to help fill some.

He sees me, an angry look in his eyes. I know it isn't for me but it's still intimidating. "Yah, Atsushi-kun!" I can't help jumping at his raised voice.

"Y-yes Kunikida-san?"

"Have you seen Dazai recently?" His phrasing is formal as usual but his tone is full of all the anger and frustration and exasperation that comes from working with the suicidal detective.

"No . . . you don't think something's happened to him, do you?"

He huffs, adjusting his eyeglasses and crosses something out in his notebook. (There goes his schedule.) "No, I'm sure that he is fine, but these reports need to be filled."

"Oh, okay then. I can just do Dazai-san's report for now."

"You are too kind Atsushi, you shouldn't enable him."

"Well, I-I . . . I just want to help out is all."

Kunikida-san shakes his head but lets me take the reports.

—-------- Three Days later —-------

It's been a week since anyone has heard anything from Dazai-san. I trust Kunikida-san, but I'm starting to get worried for my mentor. Kunikida-san is not worried . . . he's FURIOUS!!!

At first he ignored it, saying that that fool can do whatever the hell he wants and it's no matter to him, but the paperwork is piling up and most of the other members who've finished all of their work, paper or otherwise, are on vacation this week.

Yosano is going to some spa resort with one of her friends.

Ranpo is going to Disney World with Poe.

Kenji is visiting his grandparents back in his hometown, for the summer festival. He promised to bring back the biggest watermelon he can find.

The Tanazakis are going camping.

Kunikida doesn't know how to take breaks.

I'm helping him because I have nowhere to go and not enough money even if I did have somewhere to go. -^T-T^-

Dazai-san is nowhere to be seen.

"Have you just tried calling Dazai-san?"

"You think he picks up?" I can tell his question is a rhetorical one.

"He- he hung up on you? But . . .?"

"He has no respect, the useless fool."

"Oh." I don't really know what I should say to that. "You know Kunikida-san, maybe, you could just go to his house or something."

His head perks up, "Ah yes, Atsushi-kun! That is a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" He adjusts his glasses and I smile at the praise. Kunikida's face falls. "But we don't have his address."

"Really? I thought everyone lived in the dorms?"

"No, not Dazai. For all I know he sleeps on a futon under a big tree in some park."

"Whaaa!"

"Or a shack, maybe a garbage bin, I bet he finds that nice and cosy."

"Dazai-san is homeless!" I say, not believing the words.

Kunikida-san only laughs, "Pffft! That idiot is richer than all of us, of course he has a home. I just don't know where it is. Well . . . it wouldn't be surprising if he just chooses to be homeless though. I wonder . . ." He opens his laptop, searching for a list of known street vagrants/beggars in Yokohama.

"Damn! Nothing. Now where could that bastard possibly live?"

We're both very invested at this point so we dig up the company employee records, thankfully Kunikida-san insists on keeping neat, meticulous ones. 

"Oh, look at this. An address not far from here."

"Let's go." Kunikida-san is already out the door, he looks ready to beat the crap out of Dazai-san when we find him.

—

We pull up at the small olive green house. It doesn't look like where someone rich would live but it looks cosy (certainly more so than a bin).

Kunikida-san jumps out of the car and starts pounding on the door. "Dazai, open up you sorry brat! We know you're in there! Come out RIGHT THIS INSTANT SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY NOTEBOOK!!!" I can practically see the idealist's veins bulging.

The door opens and out steps . . . an old lady.

Kunikida-san and I both flush tomato red with embarrassment. 

"Well, hello. Aren't you two girls pretty? I don't have my wallet just now. If you'll give me a moment to get it, I'd be happy to buy some cookies from you." She disappears back into the house leaving Kunikida-san and I confused.

"Wha-"

She comes back smiling at Kunikida-san, "So what types of cookies do you two ladies have today?"

"Um actually ma'am, we're not Girl Guides*."

(A/N: *Girl Scouting was first introduced to Japan by Miss Muriel Greenstreet, a British missionary teacher, in 1919. The Movement gradually spread and in 1920 took the name Nihon Joshi Hododan (Girl Guides of Japan))

"Oh." she looks disappointed, "Well that's alright, how may I help you."

"For starters, my colleague and I are both very sorry for causing such a ruckus earlier. We thought someone else was dwelling here. We're looking for that person, a man named Dazai Osamu. We believe he used to live here."

"Oh, Dazai-san. Ah, yes he and his husband were such nice people. They helped me set up the house after I bought it from them. I always wonder what's happened to them."

Neither of us understand her words. Kunikida-san finally breaks the silence. "His . . . husband?"

"Oh yes, a lovely boy. Strangest hair I've ever seen but a great kid. They said they were buying a bigger house somewhere less crowded. Just out of the city I think, I always told them that there was nothing much there, lot's of crime, but they were determined. Something to be said about youth, I suppose." She smiles fondly, as if thinking of her own children.

We're both shocked at this news but we can't exactly question her.

"Thank you, for your help ma'am, if you know the exact name of the place could you please write it down."

"Oh yes, sure thing. Nothing bad has happened to them, right?"

Kunikida-san hesitates, "No."

"Oh good." she says handing him the piece of paper. He nods and we both bow, he sticks the paper in his notebook.

"Good day ma'am." I tell her and she waves sweetly.

—

When we're back in the car I sigh. "Well that was . . . unexpected. I had no idea Dazai-san liked men. You wouldn't know the way he flirts with that waitress downstairs, I wonder if his husband minds. Gosh, I still can't believe Dazai-san is married." I know I'm rambling but Kunikida-san doesn't tell me to shut up. He must be as surprised as I am. "Is his name even Dazai. Is that his birth name or did he change it after marriage. I wonder if they have children."

Kunikida-san shrugs, looking down at the paper with the name of the neighbourhood that the old woman gave us. He slams the brakes and several people honk at us. 

"What is it, Kunikida-san?"

"This address. It's in Port Mafia territory."

"Oh well, aren't there a few neighbourhoods on that side of the city? I'm sure it's just a coincidence, I mean he moved there a long time ago so he probably didn't know at the time. Maybe they didn't have that territory yet."

Kunikida-san's voice is a whisper as people swerve angrily around us. "It's right in the heart. Only about a 15 minutes drive from the Mafia's Headquarters."

"Oh. Well the house was probably built before the Mafia headquarters so he must not have known when he bought it, right?" I say not believing myself as I fight to think of a reasonable explanation to this bizarre situation, "What should we do?"

"We are detectives. we must investigate further." He says determinedly.

"Alright." I gulp at the thought of entering the notorious Mafia's territory. What if we run into Akutagawa? The thought makes me shiver and my leg prickles with the memory of the pain when the Rashoumon user sliced it clean off.

—

I keep my gaze out the window, watching the scenery slowly darken, watching houses become warehouses and industrial buildings as we travel further into Mafia territory. 

No one's tried to stop us . . . yet.

Thankfully Kunikida-san's car is rather inconspicuous. He parks it behind an abandoned warehouse and gets out. I follow his lead, but there's nothing to see besides storage facilities and factories

"Kunikida-san?" I ask nervously, a disturbing thought occurring to me, "you don't think that Dazai-san lives in a Port Mafia warehouse do you?" 

"It does seem like the thing one would do if they had a death wish," I almost squeak in fear but then I remember our surroundings.

Determined Kunikida-san keeps walking. Eventually we leave the area where most of the storage facilities are. There's an overgrown lot, but it looks somehow purposeful, like the wildflowers were planted and then allowed to grow this way.

We walk a bit through the tall flowers and then see it. A wearhouse, only it's fancier. It has nice glass windows with modern looking flower boxes and the corrugated steel siding is painted an even matte black, no grime or rust in sight. 

The shades are down but I can tell that lights are on because a warm yellow glow seeps out from them into the night. Above the original warehouse the owners have built an addition that looks like those modern homes you see in fancy magazines. A small white box not big enough to be a house on its own but still bigger than my dorm back at the agency. But the shades are down there too, so I can't see inside.

There's a garage just a little away from the house with tire tracks that suggest it's used often, but there are three individual tire tracks. One set from a car and one from what appears to be half a car. A motorbike? Dazai-san doesn't use one, maybe his mystery husband does?

"Is this really the only house around, Kunikida-san?"

"Yes I believe so." He says as we walk closer. 

Then, I see a noose rigged on a post in the front yard, and I know this must be Dazai-san's home.

At this point we're both tired and even Kunikida-san doesn't seem to have the energy to be angry at Dazai-san. Also it's such a nice calming house that it's hard to be angry here, although I'm sure Kunikida-san will find the will to be angry as soon as Dazai-san opens the door.

The door is nice, with a seasonal wreath of pine tree clippings and dried fall leaves and a lamp. The doormat says "Welcome"in big lettering with a tiny "(Just kidding, fuck off)" at the bottom, both in fancy cursive script.

Kunikida-san knocks, there's no answer. He knocks again, still nothing. Then once more, we hear two male voices, one Dazai-san's and another sounding familiar but distorted, then there's footsteps.

Dazai-san opens the door, wearing only a jumper and trousers, looking strange without his usual outfit. "Oh, it's you. I'm almost offended that you didn't notice my absence until now. I guess this proves you really don't need me for the paperwork. However it is a lot quieter here than at the office." He turns to me, the smug grin off his face replaced with a soft smile, clearly to spite Kunikida-san, "Sorry for keeping you waiting at the door, Atsushi-kun. Chibi didn't want to let me go."

"Chibi." I question, I think I've heard the name somewhere . . . but where?

"Ah, yes, my husband. He is rather short, you see, my very own dog."

"Do-" I start to ask about the nickname, but I'm cut off.

"I h-he-he'TSHIii-e'shiewww *sniff* heard that you bastard! *cough, cough, cough*" A congested voice from upstairs echoes. I swear for some reason that it's familiar. But why, it couldn't possibly be?

Dazai-san looks personally offended, "My love, you need to rest. You mustn't over exert yourself." he calls up the staircase. There's more footsteps and someone stomps down the staircase (I swear I can feel the ground beneath me shake just a little), coming into view slowly. His face is covered by the hood of a hoodie and a mask.

"I. Amb. Fucgkig. Fide." now that their closer I can tell that the voice is male, his words muffled as he barely conceals coughs into his elbow. Standing next to each other I can see what Dazai-san meant, his husband at full height comes only just above his shoulder.

"Hmm, Chibi doesn't sound fine." The worry is clear in Dazai-san's voice as he puts a hand on his husband's forehead. It's strange to see him being so caring and gentle like this.

Dazai-san's husband sniffs indignantly. "I'mb fide edough to kick your sorry ass!" His sickly tone and the way he sways on his feet contradict his words. 

Again I feel as if I recognized his voice but that isn't possible because I've never met him before. I mean, maybe I've seen him at the supermarket before and just didn't notice but it seems unlikely because I don't think I can afford the fancy supermarkets that people who live in this kind of house can shop at. I shop at the corner store. -^T-T^- (Your donations are very much welcome).

(A/N: Send our favourite -^weretiger^- boi some ¥en in the comments pls, so he can shop at a real supermarket lol. He's trying his best! Also if any of Chuuya's dialogue appears misspelt that's because I'm trying to show he is heavily congested. It probably just looks like I can't type, but I'm trying.)

Dazai-san puts his arm around his husband's waist to steady him. "You still have a temperature love, I really must insist that you go back to bed. I'll be there as soon as I deal with these visitors."

At the word visitors Dazai-san's husband looks up at us. I can see his face a bit more now just a sliver of fair faintly freckles skin and a set of piercing blue eyes. A foreigner? He speaks Japanese very well, he must have been here a long time. 

I wonder where he's originally from. Somewhere in Europe maybe? The United Kingdom, France, Germany, it can't be Holand because Dutch people are tall.

"Oh. It's you two. The detegdives." He says it with an amount of disdain in his voice that sounds rather unwarranted given that he's never even met us before. "Kindly, ged out ob by house." Despite the stuffiness of his voice it still scares me. I can see the threat in his eyes. It's almost . . . familiar. I know I have seen this look somewhere, but where? How did he know we're detectives, does Dazai-San talk about us at home? I guess it makes sense.

"Ah, yes." I can tell from Kunikida-san's voice that he feels the fear too, "We'll leave as soon as Dazai here tells us what he's been doing cutting work for the past week."

"A week! Preposterous!" Dazai-san exclaims, "It's only been three days."

"That's almost a full work week you FOOL!" Kunikida-san is close to exploding again. I really hope this doesn't escalate, I'd hate to leave a bad impression on Dazai-san's husband.

"Anyways, this is a lovely house you have. It must be scary though, living so close to Mafia territory." I ask hoping to redirect the conversation away from animosity and get some answers from Dazai-san. I think he can tell what I'm doing.

"Thank you for the compliments Atsushi-kun, I'm glad you like it." His politeness confuses me at first then I realise he must be teasing Kunikida-san. "But no actually, we feel very safe living here." He's gigling as he says it.

"Really?" I can't hide my surprise.

Dazai-san hmms in affirmation, he's about to say more when his husband shivers.

"Is Chibi cold?"

His husband says nothing.

"Yes, it is very cold, you shouldn't be so close to the open door, you'll only make your cold worse."

The husband looks like he wants to protest but retreats into the house anyways.

Dazai-san turns back to Kunikida-san and I.

"It really isn't a good idea to be letting all the warm air out, why don't you two come inside. Atsushi, would you like something warm to drink?" Dazai-san's voice drips with teasing sweetness and I don't miss how he disregarded Kunikida in his offer of refreshments.

"Um, I'm okay."

Dazai-san gives me a look, he knows me too well. "I promise you it's no trouble at all, I'm making Chibi and myself tea as well."

"Thank you."

He shuts the door behind us and we walk through the open floor to the kitchen counter where Dazai-san's husband is sitting.

"This really is a very nice house." I say because I can't think of anything else that wouldn't be considered rude.

Dazai-san's husband groans, "Why'd you led themb comb indside? Tha kid is gibing bme a headache."

Dazai-san pats his head affectionately, "Aw is Chibi pouting?"

His husband growls, or tries to but it comes out as a cough.

Dazai-san continues, "I let them in because it's the polite thing to do. Don't worry, I know dogs have no manners."

Dazai-san's husband huffs in annoyance I can tell isn't completely genuine. The interaction seems familiar, personal and I feel like I'm intruding so I look away.

When I turn I see the stand where the coats are kept.

It's a perfectly normal hatstand with seven "branches". The highest holds a long, tan trench coat, the second highest holds another trench coat, shorter than Dazai-san's and black with brown lapels . . . and hooked on top of the stand is an equally familiar black hat with brown trim.

This outfit I'd know anywhere even with the rest missing. The sight itself strikes fear into my heart, if the outfit is here it's owner must not be very far off. I scan the room making sure the mafia Executive won't suddenly appear and attack.

"Atsushi-kun!"

"What?" I ask, just registering that dazai-san has been calling my name.

"Your tea is ready. Is something the matter?"

"Why do you have Executive Nakahara-san's coat and hat? Did you steal them from him or something, because you should probably give them back, I bet he's mad. And since you live so close to the Port Mafia and all . . ." the sentence dies in my mouth when I notice the expression dazai-san wears.

He stares at me for a moment, cocking his head in a cat-like manner, and then he bursts out laughing.

"Dazai-san! How can you laugh, Executive Nakahara-san might really hurt you!" I try to emphasise the exact level of danger that my mentor has put himself in but he doesn't seem to get it.

Dazai-san's husband is laughing as well at this point but it trunks into vicious coughing and draws all our attention away from the predicament for a moment. 

"Be gentle with your throat, love, you have such a pretty voice."

When Dazai-san's husband recovers his breath he turns around to me with a look of incredulity. "Is dis kid jogkig?" Dazai-san's husband somehow still manages to sound sarcastic even through the congestion.

"I don't think so, my love, have your tea."

"I deed wine if I'm godda dead with dis shid."

Dazai-san shakes his head stubbornly, "Nu-uh! No alcohol for sick Chibis."

"Ugh, den ged themb oud, I wand to sleeb."

"Aww, but we haven't even told them yet."

Dazai-san's husband frowns.

"Come on, I'll give you a massage if you stay up just a bit more, hmm?"

"Fide!"

"Umm, told us what, Dazai-san? What about Executive Nakahra's coat and hat?"

He looks at me like he's forgotten we were here but it's obviously an act.

"Oh, yes, that. I didn't steal it, and it's actually Executive Dazai now."

"Wha-" my brain short circuits

Kunikida seems to process this faster than I do.

"You've joined the Port Mafia? Why!? How long have you been a double agent!?" Kunikida tries to lunge for Dazai-san but he's on the ground before I can blink. I see the surprise in dazai's eyes, he hadn't been expecting this.

I try to slow my thoughts down so I can fully observe the situation.

Dazai-san's husband stands with his foot on Kunikida-san's chest, the hood of his sweatshirt fallen down displaying his bright red hair with its unique cut. These features I'd know anywhere. Kunikida-san's eyes bulge practically out of their socket, he sputters under the weight of the man.

I scream in delayed reaction to the Gravity Manipulator's sudden appearance. Everyone turns to face me, they all look down so I do too, My feet and hands have turned into paws from the shock.

Even Executive Nakahara looks startled.

"Well, that was unexpected, but my love, you're still ill, now is hardly the time for fighting."

My love? What is going on here? 

Executive Nakahara steps away, leaning heavily on Dazai-san Kunikida-san scrambles to his feet, notebook brandishing out in front of him like a sword.

"What are you doing here?"

"He lives here," Dazai-san says simply, "He's Executive Dazai, not me. Don't you worry Kunikida, my loyalties are still firm. I am loyal to Chuuya, not the Port Mafia."

Kunikida-san looks ready to blow up so I ask the obvious next question.

"Why is Naka- Chuuya-san using your last name, is he trying to make a fake identity?"

No, Chuuya took my last name. Such a thieving chibi!" my mentor laughs, "Actually, I gave it to him."

Kunikida-san's eyes roll back in his head and he falls to the floor with a dull thud.

I start to go over to him but my mentor waves his hand dismissively, "Leave him there."

"You debanded I tage it, you basdard!" the Mafai executive corrects, sounding sicker than ever.

My mentor ignores his words, planting a kiss over on top of his head. "Anyway, there are many ways these things are decided in same gender marriages but since I'm taller than Chibi it was only logical that he take my name."

The Executive all but growls. It all falls into place, I should've known. Dazai-san always calls Chhuya-san Chibi when we have to work with the Port Mafia on missions. I feel stupid, it should have been obvious as soon as I saw the blue eyes and red hair.

"And to answer your original question, that is why his coat is here. We don't feel unsafe here because everyone is afraid of us, also the added convenience of being close to Chibi's job."

"Why are they afraid of you Dazai-san?" as the question comes out I wonder if I should clarify who I'm directing the question to.

"Oh, I used to be in the Port Mafia."

"WHATTT!!!???" these words have snapped Kunikida-san out of his unconscious spell

"Ah, the idealist finally awakens. I hope your little fainting spell hasn't messed up your schedule too badly." Dazai-san mocks

Kunikida-san struggles to get himself upright, his face as red as when "Well, Mafia or no, where have you been for the past week."

"Three days" Dazai-san corrects again.

Kunikida-san clenches his notebook tighter as if he's imagining strangling his collage, I think he might be.

"Isn't it obvious?" dazai-san asks the room

Neither Kunikida-san nor I answer.

"My beloved Chibi here has come down with a most nasty cold. I could hardly leave him home alone to suffer in this state, now could I?" He massages Chuuya's shoulders as he asks the rhetorical question. I can see the executive starting to sink into sleep.

He looks so harmless and I really do feel badly for him. 

"I see, we're– I'm sorry for intruding. I, uh, hope you feel better Chuuya-san."

"Thank you, Atsushi-kun–" dazai-san is cut off by footsteps on the stairs, small and light, not at all like Chuuya's aggressive stomp.

"Father? Papa?" A small boy stands on the landing leaning sleepily against the railing. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are large hazel orbs of innocence. He can't be older than five. He holds a toy slingshot and it's aimed right at me.

"My, my, what is Saku-chan doing up so late?" Dazai-san coos sweetly at the boy who comes down the stairs, slingshot still aimed, ready to fire. His father laughs, "Put that down, this is Atsushi-kun, he just stopped by for a visit."

"Oh. Sowy 'sushi" His sleep-induced slur and baby talk make the words utterly adorable.

"It's fine." I tell the young boy.

"Is Kyu-chan awake as well?"

"No." 

"Oh that's good, I'd hate for all this yelling to hurt their ears."

He turns back to me, laughing as he catches the sleeping executive as he slips to the floor. "Thank you for visiting Atsushi, but I'm afraid we're all a bit tired this late at night."

Dazai-san's sudden manners take me by surprise. "Oh, of course, Kunikida and I shouldn't overstay our welcome. You four?" Dazai-san nods in confirmation, "have a very good night."

"And you as well."

I nod, taking the hand of a dazed Kunikida-san and leading him out of the door. Tonight was certainly interesting. 

(A/N: Sorry about this ending I was having loads of trouble with it. It isn't as intense as I would've liked on the relationship reveal part. I guess my brain was just in fluff mode, but I'm not upset about the way this turned out, I guess. I may edit later. If you like it pls let me know. Also for clarification Soukoku has two kids, Sakunosuke (named after Oda) and Q is also their kid in this fic.)

#soukoku relationship reveal #dazai chuuya - nee nakahara #Executive Dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #dazai osamu #port mafia #atsushi nakajima #kunikida doppo

[bilog22]

Title

“ Core Beliefs” A Reflection on the Anthology,

“Lockdown Litanies: Countess Untold Stories” an

Essay by Charles Alomia

Intro

Reading the poems offers as proof that even though everything in the world is beautiful, we occasionally find beauty distressing. I'm saddened by this because it's similar to how this poetry is a masterpiece. After reading that, I'm brought back to a few memories. No matter how long I watch a perfect sand construction, it will be carried away by the currents in a few minutes.The sky is overflowing with a magnificent sunset. Or, no matter how long you stare at a classical painting that is imprisoned in a museum, you will never be able to finish it. Perhaps, though, beauty includes fragility. Maybe there's always room for improvement in the arts, whether that progress comes from erasure or metamorphosis.

Body

1. Dear Diary

As I reading Dear Diary, It pains me because it us happening in real life. People having a hard time how to face their fears, how to conquer their anxiety and trauma. Upon thinking that this feeling is existing saddened me. The song of Christina Perri Lonely hits different when you've been in this situation. Her line, "2am where do I begin? Crying off my face again, The silent sounds of loneliness" is no matter how hard you try to be well, you can't be at night.

2 .The Tale of a Modern Sisyphus

Upon reading the poem "The Tale of a Modern Sisyphus" I have known that women has more confidence if we are empowering them. That woman can't be address over ten of below ten. This reminds of the song of Alessia Cara Scars To Your Beautiful. It says, "you're beautiful just the way you are" and "beauty goes deeper than the surface" where her tone is comforting.

3.O' Yayi (A Prose Poem)

Reading this poem somehow put a smile on my face. It was sweet. Heartmelting and lovely. Yayi got to get the love every one wanted to be loved. but then at the end, It's like a song of Ed sheeran. the song Lego House its says, "I'll pick you up when you're getting down" no matter how many times Yayi break down, he will still put her up and mend Yayi. But just like a lego house song, It's up to Yayi if she will pick the pieces if him.

4. Two Red Laces on the Wonderwall

Two hearts bound to each other, two human tied to be together. Reading this gives me vibes of the song, Giving Myself of Jennifer Hudson. the line "I never been who I wanted to be, I never felt completely free". Oh to be with someone who can see you. Who you feel that you are you.

5. Umbilical

A child. An unborn kid. Appreciating how his mom carried him. A baby's love to her mom even if he's still in her womb. It's tragic knowing that the kid feel guilty for his existence un exchange if his mom's pain. A song A Song For Mama in the line "You're always down for me, have been always around for me" speaks a child about how ready he was to let his mom live even if he's not.

6. RE: Paper (I'm Red, IMRaD)

In this peom, it shows what are our situation right now. About the pandemic, having online classes and doing modular because if it. Hard time finding where to work. How to survive. But it focuses on the students and teacher's experiences. On how everyone is having a hard time on a new normal. I would relate the situation into a song Savages it is about the world. "It's survival of the fittest, rich against the poor, At the end of the day it's a human trait

Hidden deep down inside of our DNA" of how sometimes people think unfairly of us.

7. 3 A.M Awakening

As I reading this, just like the dear diary poem, it is also happening as one of the main problem of a person that lead or cause to/of anxiety. Waking up by 3 A.M with no exact reason and having a hard time breathing sucks. Amazing Grace Hillsong, it gives me light in the heart. By the Lord taking our pain and weakness, all is well-- all is going to be alright.

8. My Frail Lady

This poem is somehow light-weight to read but has a heavy feeling. It is about a girl wanting to end her life but then again, just one second saying to stop-- she would. but, she didn't. After taking up her own life, she could possibly think of having peace. In Adam Song Blink 182 happens to be a song of hope. Just like the frail lady said "whatever you asked for, i would have made." And yet no one asked her. So she disappear.

9. Major Arcana

As I reading this, It gives me hope about life. That no matter how hard and struggle I face, never give up and look forward to what's the best I could do. Having the people I love with me who support, encourage, trust, and still understand me at the times I don't understand myself. In the song Brave and line"Say what you wanna say,

And let the words fall out,

Honestly I wanna see you be brave" is the word / action my family show to me.

Conclusion

Not to mention, it is not our fault that we are weak and prone to mistakes. We are not to blame for our shortcomings. Since this anthology has made me aware of people's varied personalities and qualities, it has been simpler for me to see how our experiences have impacted both our life and those around us. It opened my eyes to new possibilities for how someone may continue to be hopeful in the face of tragedy. It demonstrates that beauty exists everywhere in the world, despite the fact that we frequently perceive beauty to be painful.

[ineedaw1ldheart]

one shots:

oh my god, they were (quarentined) roomates:  what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.   s, f ✦

jasmine:   Jungkook always tries to hide his crush on you, but unfortunately, he can’t control what happens while he’s sleeping.  s, f

blizzard:   when a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.   s, f

in which you’re jungkook’s lip balm fairy and you love his dimples.   f

goosebumps: your boyfriend convinced you to visit an abandoned house at night.  s

tinder 2.0: s

greek god: you’re everything he’s not. You’re irritating. You’re weird. You’re confusing- and you’re also everything he wants to be. f, a, s

unspoken: you and Jungkook were not just friends but none of y’all really addressed it so the tension between you two just grew and you played along with it but as things get heated, Jungkook finally finds the need to address the unspoken situationship you two have after feeling like someone might be taking his invisible spot. a, s

right where you left me: cute slice of life, f

in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness. f

that that (i like that):  in which your boyfriend’s loud moans and groans wake you up from your sleep at 4 in the morning and you’re about ready to throw hands — and so is he, but for completely different reasons. f

in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to. f

in which jungkook wants you all for himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers. f

in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.  f

only mine, nobody else's. there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now. f, s

pink sapphire: having jungkook for a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he's easy to love. your relationship's perhaps become so easy that jungkook doesn't think sometimes — and that's what makes it the easiest for you to hate him. a, f

series:

puzzle:  you and jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?   s, f, ✦

how to get a guy:  star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?   s, f, ✦  

rule #5: you strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them. s, f

[alaffy]

The Umbrella Academy, Ep.1x05 – Number Five

Right now, I think the only storyline that I’m not that interested in is Vanya’s.  I mean, I know enough about the comics to know this storyline is important.  It’s just, at this point, it’s like I’m watching a…well, I was going to say a bad Lifetime movie, but what other kind is there?

Anyway, Allison tells Vanya that she feels something is off about Leonard.  Vanya doesn’t believe her…blah, blah, blah, goes to meet him for coffee. There, they have the basic…you know what, the only thing that’s important form that scene is we find out there are tryouts for the first chair.  Why?  Because the woman who was first chair has suddenly disappeared.  Oh, gee, I wonder if Leonard did something to her.  Allison decides to do research on Leonard and discovers she can’t find anything about him (except she finds his address).  Allison tries to tell Vanya, but Vanya doesn’t listen (though, to be fair, the way Allison explains what she’s doing doesn’t exactly make her seem, um, rational).  Anyway, Vanya goes to tryouts and as she plays, we see her powers kick in for the first time (except for that one flashback).  Although it’s clear that Vanya doesn’t know what’s happening as her emotions have always been suppressed by the drugs.

As Vanya’s auditioning, Allison breaks into Leonard’s home.  She just about to go into the attic when, would you know it, Leonard comes home.  Later, Vanya comes over to celebrate as she got first chair and as they’re, um, celebrating we see Vanya’s powers waft (I don’t know how else to explain it) up into the attic, past the dead body, out of the house, over the city, and into the mansion; which Pogo seems to notice (?).

Speaking of Pogo, we have two brief scenes with him.  In the first one, he is clearly trying to repair Mom.  In the second one, the scene where he may have noticed the power, Mom is fixed.  Pogo asks Mom if she knows what happened to her and she says she does.  He then makes it clear that they “children” can never know about it.

As for everyone else, we’ll start with Klaus.  Klaus, who clearly was teleported through time last episode, returns from what looks like a war.  As we find out, he seems to have been in ‘Nam.  And he’s very shaken up and sullen because he’s lost someone he truly loved.  The first thing he does is destroy the briefcase.  

Meanwhile, Diego is pissed as his ex was killed and he’s looking for revenge.  Of course, he’s going to do it on his own.  

Number Five comes home and sees the state the Klaus is in.  He realizes quickly that Klaus has traveled through time and asks him where the briefcase is.  Naturally, Five’s upset that it was destroyed; but Klaus doesn’t care and leaves the room. Afterwards, we see Five clearly writing a note saying he has the briefcase.

Diego has also returned to the mansion to pick up more weapons.  Klaus tries to hitch a ride and, at first, Diego refuses.  But in the end, takes Klaus with him.  As they’re driving, Diego realizes that something is…more off then usual with Klaus.  Klaus refuses to talk about it and tells Diego to drop him off at a spot for the local VFW. Of course, one of the local ‘Vets thinks Klaus couldn’t possibly be one of them.  Diego, who followed Klaus in, tries to calm the situation down; but it ends in a fight.

Back at the mansion, Luther finds that Number Five has come up with a plan to possibly save the world. Five has done the calculations and found the four people that, if they were to die before the event that destroys the world, the event may not happen.  Luther, at first,….I wouldn’t say goes along with it; but accepts that these people may be villains that may have to be dealt with.  However, once he finds out they’re innocents, Luther refuses to allow Five to act.  Five, meanwhile, has pulled out his father’s gun and is planning to leave.  Luther is able to stop him by….threatening to drop Deloris out the window.  Five drops the gun in order to save Deloris and Luther takes the gun.  Luther is able to convince Five that there is another way, if Five would just let the family help him.

As all of this is going on, Cha-Cha is reading Vanya’s autobiography to find out more about the family. Meanwhile, Hazel (who’d been looking for the briefcase) stops in at the Donut shop and speaks to our favorite waitress. And it seems like there’s something going on between the two.  Unfortunately for Hazel, Diego sees Hazel at the Donut Shop and follows him back to the new hotel where Hazel and Cha-Cha are staying.  Of course, Diego isn’t as good as he thinks he is because Hazel realizes that Diego has followed him and is hiding behind an Ice Cream Truck.

At this moment, Hazel and Cha-Cha get Five’s note.  They, long story short, are able to sneak past Diego and leave the hotel; but not before shooting Diego and Diego’s car. Fortunately, for Diego Klaus was there to pull him out of the direct line of fire before Diego is killed.

So, Luther and Five go meet Hazel and Cha-Cha.  Five is able to convince the duo that he will give them the briefcase if they call in The Handler; which they do call.  However, it is at this moment that…God, I love this, we hear the sound of an Ice Cream Van playing “Flight of the Valkyries.”  Luther wonders for a moment if it’s the person the others have called; but then the van passes by them and they see Klaus driving.  

Diego tells Klaus to ram Hazel and Cha-Cha.  Klaus steps on the gas and as they speed(ish?) towards Hazel and Cha-Cha, we get a brief glimpse of Ben who’s having the time of his undead life.  Hazel shoots at Five and Luthor jumps in the way.  Meanwhile, Hazel and Cha-Cha are hit by the van. And then…time stops.

The Handler comes and, as this is so long, I’m going to rush this bit.  Basically, Handler tells Five that they want him to come back and work at the head office.  Five wonders what will happen to his family or rather he’s negotiating for his family to live.  The Handler says she’ll see what she can do.  Five empties Hazel’s gun and throws the clip away.  He then moves the bullet so it doesn’t hit Luthor.  At which point, time resumes.  Luther realizes Five is gone.  Luther gets his other two brothers and they escape.  

And really that’s it. I can’t wait to we get Vanya and Allison back into the storyline with the others.  To me, they’re missing all the fun.  

#the unbrella academy #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #pogo #cha-cha #hazel #ben hargreeves

[dragonfly92]

OLD FAMILY FRIENDS CHAPTER TWELVE

It was a few days Andy and Lonny also the drummer was coming back to LA of course Sarah was super excited thankfully she had nothing planned for that day of course tomorrow is Harper's birthday and it had been arranged that all the girls would get a tattoo of course Sarah was a little nervous but also excited at the same time, she already had one tattoo on her wrist so she wasn't exactly scared but she knew that it would hurt like hell depending on the area of the tattoo, but she knew that she would have support from the others and vice versa, right now she was chilling out with Poppy who was so playfully now and getting bigger every day but still a puppy at heart, she had a strong bond not just with the girls but the guys as well seeing as whenever they had some time off would come and see them, even if Sarah had a show they would go and support her, which she very much appreciated.

Andy had texted her the time and Location of the show, she would leave a while before the show so she could see him because it's been a few months since they saw each other face to face, she would give him the biggest hug she could possible give without of course hurting him whilst he was away Harper and Joe had been spending alot of time together whilst she was on tour, but to be fair it's understandable considering they're a couple now and have been dating for four years it's clear that their are both very much in love with each other and everyone can see that, also Hannah and CC are married they just celebrated their one year wedding anniversary which is amazing, Sarah got to spend alot of time with her little niece Maisie who kept asking about where Andy was missing him.

When she was staying with Sarah and she was on the phone with Andy face-timing him of course she made sure to be involved which was super sweet, they have a bond that no one can break to honest it was adorable but she had gone back to her parents, but she did have company of Rose even though she and Jinxx had just started dating almost everyone in the group was either married, dating or single which was only poor Andy and Sarah but honestly they didn't mind because they wanted to take their time and focus on themselves which they have done for nearly a year.

Quite a few hours had passed Sarah had been keeping herself busy by doing chores around the house, then she had a shower and was now in the process of finding the perfect outfit Poppy is staying with Jasmine, Nick and little Maise who absolutely adores little Poppy thankfully Poppy loves kids otherwise she would be going with Jacob and his new girlfriend Michelle who doesn't have any children right now, it took Sarah forever to decided on what to wear but she finally decided and checked the time thankfully she had another 2 hours before his show, so she doubled checked to made sure she had everything considering that Rose was working in the studio for almost all day with the guys once she made sure that she didn't forget anything left the apartment and got into her car driving off to the arena that he was performing in.

SARAH'S OUTFIT, HAIRSTYLE BLOND HAIR AND JEWELLERY

Thankfully it didn't take long to get there as she put the address into the GPS, parked her car and headed inside the building sure enough there was security there along with his manager who had been told that Andy was expecting you and as soon as you walked up to security his manager is the one to speak up asking, "Hey are you Sarah collins by any chance." Sarah speaks up saying, "Yeah that's me." He needed just to be sure so holds up a picture that Andy had given him so he knows who to look for and says, "Awesome please follow me he's waiting for you in his dressing room oh almost forget here's your pass so you go anyway without getting into trouble with anyone okay."

She smiles taking the pass saying, "Yeah that's true and thank you it's sweet of you to do this." His manager speaks up saying, "Well you are most welcome oh I'm sorry should've introduce myself i'm Andy's manager blasko, guessing he didn't mention me did he?" She speaks up as they are walking saying, "He didn't unfortunately but it is nice to meet you just want to say thank you for taking care of him." He smiles at her saying, "Well he has mentioned you a few times and it's my pleasure plus he's been a pleasure to work with as well, right here we are I will give you two some space and come back in a bit seeing as the show starts in an hour so unfortunately you won't have long."

She speaks up saying, "I'm alright with that thank you." He smiles and starts walking away, Sarah takes a few deep breaths and then knocks on the door, after a moment the door opens and standing there is Andy who notices straight away who is standing there and he has a huge grin on his face neither say anything as Sarah gives him the biggest hug possible without hurting him and of course he hugs her back after a few minutes they separated and he moved out of the way so she could walk inside of the room, he closes the door behind her.

It was just the two of them he speaks up saying, "Well wasn't expecting you for a while not that I am not happy to see you here after all I did invite you and I'm guessing it's just you no one else?" Sarah smiles saying, "Yeah wanted to surprise you before the show and no one else is here because you wanted it to just be me and you also Harper is on tour Joe is with her as well but should be back in a few days considering it's her birthday soon, so what did you want to talk to me about that you couldn't do over the phone?"

He smiles saying, "Well remember on your sister and Lonny's wedding at the lake, you said you had your eyes on someone and so did I well, we also promised to say who it was but of course we both completely forgot well until now so I am gonna be a gentleman and let you go first so wanna tell me who you got your eyes on?" Sarah laughs a little still standing in the same position but Andy has gotten a little closer to the point where he holds her hands she smiles looking up at him speaking up she says, "Alright well thank you firstly well the guy that has caught my eyes and heart I have known him since I was 5 years old, always had a crush on him but was apparently too stupid to admit her feelings for him."

He smiles at her so she continues by saying, "He is the most amazing, caring, adorable guy who is always there for me when I need someone to talk too, either in face or over the phone, also he's extremely tall, has the most amazing blue eyes that look like ocean, can make me feel so much better about myself, has an amazing singing voice and he is standing right in front of me." He smiles then he speaks up saying, "Well whoever that guy sounds like an amazing guy who cares alot about you and feels the exact same way, so I am gonna take a guess saying that it's me?"

Sarah still holding his hands smiling up at him saying, "Yeah it's you always has and always will be you." Andy speaks up saying, "Well I am a genius lets see if you are try and figure out my clues I have known this amazing girl since I was 6 years old, puts everyone else before herself, is an amazing person who whenever I need someone to talk too and don't feel like talking to any of the guys I know she will always be there for me, even though she shorter than me I honest don't mind and she has he most amazing green eyes that I could easily get lost in she is also amazing at doing photographs and cares about her family and friends, the last part is that this amazing girl is standing right in front of me always has been apparently I've been stupid that it took me this long to tell her how I feel."

Sarah laughs a little saying, "Well that's a tough to figure out who you are on about but I think I might know who the person is, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that it's me?" They both smile at each other he speaks up first saying, "Well we are both geniuses yeah it's you and it's no one else, so would you love to be my girlfriend, even though it took me longer to ask you out?" Sarah smiles at him saying, "Andy I would be honoured to be your girlfriend, to be fair I'm not mad at you we both needed some time to figure things out."

He leans down and gives her a sweet kiss and of course she kisses him back turns out he's an amazing kisser but unfortunately they separated as they had been talking for a while it was now time for Andy to go and get himself ready for the show, Sarah would be standing at the side of the stage with Mel whilst her now boyfriend and brother in law would be performing, so they both left the dressing room holding hands, which is of course something that was new to the both of them once they had gotten to the side of the stage Mel and Lonny was there both saw that they was holding hands causing them to get excited there was a group hug before they both got ready to go on stage.

Whilst on stage Mel speaks up saying, "Well finally you two got together took you long enough but I am extremely happy for you, can't wait for everyone else to find out so when you gonna tell them?" Sarah who is looking in Andy's direction who was now after speaking to the fans, starts his first song and she turns her attention back to her sister saying, "Well considering it's Harper's 22nd birthday so I'm thinking the day after don't want to take the attention away from Harper wouldn't exactly be fair on her, after all you're only 22 one time." The girls ended up dancing and miming along to the songs, unaware that now and again Andy would look over and have a smile on his face, then turn his attention back to the fans the girls are having an amazing time it felt amazing and so good that her and Andy had finally officially became a couple. 

[nickgerlich]

iBurger

We have spent a lot of time this semester talking about labor-saving opportunities in retail. While this may not seem like a marketing issue, and certainly not one addressed directly in text books, it is very much a marketing issue. You have to convince consumers to use them, and sometimes it is not an easy sell.

From self-check to smart carts, as well as a robotic food trailer and robot deliveries, we have pretty much covered them all. Except for one. Say hello to the RoboBurger, a fully-automated burger frying and flipping machine that just made its campus debut.

Essentially, it is a downsized version of the Automat we also discussed earlier. Whereas the former was almost like a cafeteria in terms of options, RoboBurger is take-it-or-leave it. Burger. Bun. Condiments. Think Ford Model T. If you want it in black, you’re in luck.

Designed to fit handily in dorms and other high traffic areas where people congregate, it takes up only 12 square feet and needs a single standard electrical outlet. It’s the soft drink vending machine of burgers, the Red Box video of late night snacks.

And I know if they had one of these in my college dorms, I would have been all over it. We often found ourselves wandering on foot to Dunkin Donuts after midnight to take a study break. The Burger Chef had already closed, and unless one of our study group had a car and could haul all of us to the Waffle House more than a mile away, donuts were our only option.

RoboBurger is a minority-owned business, which garners even more attention. Bravo for having the wherewithal to create something unique, not to mention assuming the risk of trying to sell an innovation. That is always chancy.

Of course, there are limitations. I could not find anything telling me otherwise that this is a strictly linear process, and that only two burgers at most can be prepared at a time. With burgers taking between four and five minutes to cook and assemble, that means there could be long lines in the dorm. You and your pals would be eating in shifts. Imagine having the patience at a restaurant to wait like that. I don’t think so.

And then there is the issue of limited menu. Not everyone is going to want a beef burger. Maybe some want chicken, while others want a veggie burger. For some reason I have visions of the Soup Nazi in my mind while I write this. Don’t you dare ask for something different. Special orders will upset them. I get it, because it’s a tiny machine. You can’t do very much in 12 square feet. Oh well.

Clearly, these machines will have to be serviced often. And heaven forbid there should be a power outage, because then the freezer within will allow meat to thaw. Worse yet, an order in process could be stuck in limbo. While the odds are slim, it could happen.

I am intrigued by RoboBurger, just as I am with all the other labor- and time-saving conveniences being launched. Students at Texas A&M now get Amazon Prime Air drone delivery within an hour. A growing number of universities have robot deliveries of their fast food. And all the grab-and-go stores opening make it so easy to just get what you need and be on your way.

Where will all this go, I wonder? While it is technically feasible to put any packaged good into a vending machine, even alcohol like they do in Japan, when something has to be prepared it is an entirely different proposition. And then there is the matter of consumer trust, even though we don’t have to worry about sick or careless employees screwing up the order. Is the beef safe? The buns not moldy?

These are all things for RoboBurger to consider, as well as line extensions into other sandwiches. Maybe fries. As long as it can be prepared safely and consistently in a metal box with a couple of delivery bays, there is a lot of upside potential for this concept. Making things available where and when people happen to be, and when there is demand, makes perfect sense.

Tell me how it is, though. I’ll probably still gravitate toward Red Robin. At least I can build it my way. As long as the kitchen is open.

Dr “Not Trying To Be Impossible“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #roboburger #robots

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Shouta Aizawa x Reader

CW: yandere, stalking, rape/noncon, pain kink, pain play, mild scent kink, home invasion, gags, restraints, virginity kink, scumbag aizawa, pet play, humiliation, cum stuffing, fingerings, snowballing, voice kink

SYNOPSIS: You have been calling the same phone sex operator for months, creating stalker and CNC fantasies. What happens when he rings true to his words?

AN: this is very dark, be warned! just had to make a fic out of the little idea I had <3

It’s always you who requests him. He can tell you're a virgin, the way your voice wavers when you feel like responding to him. Sometimes you don’t, letting your breathy moans do the talking for you.

“Good little girl.”

“Getting off to a phone call from your stalker? What a whore.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

”Do you like that, pretty little kitty?”

He never had a knack for giving nicknames, but he had to make it known that he remembers you. Remembers that voice. Hopefully, he’ll be able to remember your body one day.

Tracking you down was easy enough; you didn't bother to block your number and public records was just calling his name. God did he love untouched girls like yourself. So wet and pliant, so easily manipulated, so naive to believe everyone had good intentions.

Cameras were placed around your house so he could watch you when he couldn't hear you. If it was a stalker you wanted, he was going to give it to you.

You called often and asked for him always—such an obedient girl. The live feed from your bedroom streamed in front of him whenever you rang, but he was tired of playing games this week.

“Just look at the way you’re kneading yourself; you like to tease yourself. Don't you, kitty?”

Your breath hitched, but he knew it wasn't from pleasure. Looking around, he chuckled at your confused expression.

“You got a real cute face, you know that kitty? I can't wait to fuck it one day.”

Be rational, you told yourself. Its all part of the fantasy, right? He can’t actually see you.

“That’s a cute bed spread you got there, I didn’t take you for the type who liked lilies. You always keep roses in your kitchen vase.”

Okay, he was definitely listening to you now.

“Say, you live on 14th Street, don't you? Why don't I come down and give you an in person session?”

“What do you say, kitty? Or should I just break in like I always tell you I would?”

The phone hung up after that comment. Sure, you were up to the fantasy of being stalked and raped; that’s why you called him. It was too embarrassing to tell a partner your fantasies, not like you had one. Or roommates for that matter.

His voice is what soothed you after a hard day, but now it kept ringing in your ears. Listening to his breathy chuckles sent shivers down your spine, but you never expected to feel them there.

Three raps came from your bedroom door before it opened. You were buried in your sheets, hopelessly, desperately attempting to be asleep. Like that would stop him.

“I know you're awake.”

An “ah” of realization came from him.

“Unless you sleeping peacefully is part of the fantasy. This is new, but I can indulge you in that kitty.”

The bed dipped and creaked with his weight, fear sinking into your heart further as a hand smoothed itself over your shoulders.

“So tense.” He tutted. “I’ve got something that can help you relax.”

His tongue lapped at the outer shell of your ear; arm slung over your blanketed body.

“Such a naughty girl. Tell me, how many times did you get off to the sound of my voice telling you I was going to take your virginity by force.”

A hand snaked its way up to your throat, squeezing gently enough not to cause pain but enough to cut off part of your air.

“Tell me you want me to rape you, here and now. Or I’ll take you out to the alley and make a display of it.”

His voice barely reached above of a whisper the entire time, the same soft sound he used over the phone. Hot breaths tickled your ear and neck as you squirmed, gasping at straws for air.

“I promise to be gentle; I know you like a tender man who takes what he wants.”

Your throat restricted even more under the hand to the point where you felt light-headed.

“Please!” You gasped, using your nails to scratch at his wrapped fingers. The pressure withdrew.

“Please what, kitty? C’mon, you can do it.”

“P-Please rape me.”

A sharp laugh came from behind you.

“Is that any way to address me? I thought we were using special nicknames here.”

He let you have your moment, apparently amused to see you choke for air as he stroked your back.

“Please rape me...sir.”

“Atta girl.”

The hand made its way back to your throat, only resting there as the thumb stroked over your tender flesh. The other one snuck under the blanket and groped at your chest.

“You're a virgin, aren't you, kitty? Don't worry; your owner is going to talk you through it. Nice and slow so you feel everything I'm giving you.”

Fingers wiggled their way under your bra and began pinching at your nipples, tugging and pulling at the hardening nubs.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to tie you up. You'll get your treat soon enough, kitty.”

You yelped after a particularly rough tug, tears springing in your eyes. His one hand managed to rip your bra apart, giving better access to his perverted fingers.

“I know you like it, the way I knead your pretty little breasts. Come, take your clothes off. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Everything came off before he instructed you to stand at the edge of the bed for him. He circled you like a predator, making inspections.

“I have to make sure my kitty is well-groomed and taking care of herself.”

The weight of his hot breath on your skin weighed down on you, pulling you further under his spell. He lifted your arms and smelled your scent.

“Lavender deodorant? What a shame; I wished I could have smelled your natural musk.”

Humiliation flushed your face hot. Disgusting pervert, it seemed he was into everything as long as it wasn't consensual.

“Sit down on the bed, legs spread.”

The baritone of his voice shook you to your core, but not in the pleasurable way you're used to.

“Don't make me ask twice, pet.”

His command was hard to ignore after following them for such a long time; it was practically instinctual to do as you were told. Shaking legs spread as you turned your head to the side. Another tut rolled off his tongue as he gripped your cheeks with one hand.

“Don't turn away from me. I want to see the look in yours when I take you and make you mine.”

You hadn't even realized before that he had brought a bag with him. From it, he took a bar spreader, rope, and a spider gag, all of which he put on you. The gag made your mouth uncomfortably wide, leaving nothing to his imagination.

Rough fingers pull you tongue from your mouth, his own coming down to lick at before spitting down the back of your throat.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good kitty.”

The name didn't comfort you anymore. Nothing about him comforted you anymore. Not his voice, not his nickname, and certainly not his breath, which you felt like was burning all over your body.

“I’m going to be nice and leave your throat alone today. However, if I give you a treat, you will swallow it. Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded, terrified at the notion that he intended to come back after tonight. Crouching down in front of you, he inspected your wet pussy before spitting on it as well. Gingerly moving your lips, he circled your tight hole and stood up.

“That should do.”

Watching him undress himself seemed to make time move slower, knowing that he was about to take your virginity within minutes. His hard cock sprung out from his boxers and hit his happy trail, bobbing slightly against his abs. Not only was this man toned, but he was also huge.

“In we go, kitty.”

Not even taking the courtesy to gather some slick from you, he pushed in, taking his sweet time as he locked eyes with you. He went agonizing slow, grinning as you wailed in pain.

“Hurts, doesn't it? Let's see how painful we can make this.”

You were hardly prepped, only having wetness left behind from your previous phone call. It stung, and it stung bad. Your eyes wept as you looked up at him with a pleading gaze, hoping he would take mercy on you. He did no such thing, pinching your clit between his fingers and rolling it with intense pressure. Moaning, he watched as you convulsed and twitched in pain beneath him.

“Being such a good girl for me, kitty.”

Another glob of spit landed in the back of your throat, making you gasp and choke on your sobs. He loved that you were an ugly, messy crier. It only served to make his dick harder.

Once he bottomed out, he stayed there for a while, letting you feel the fullness of his thick cock.

“The name’s Shouta, by the way. I'm sure you must have been curious.”

He spoke so casually, so calmly. It made you furious how collected he was while you were a whimpering, sniffling mess.

“Don't worry; we’ll have all the time in the world once we’re done to get to know me.”

Goddamn, that voice. That hypnotizing, nauseating voice. It's the reason you're stuck here underneath a fucking phone sex operator that turned out to be your stalker. What a mess.

A tap to the temple pulled you back to the present.

“Keep your focus here, kitty.”

Hips drew back and snapped into you, not letting you take a moment to adjust as he set a brutal speed.

Oh, how you wished you could leave your body, but if anything, your senses were all the more enhanced, taking in every last drop of your surroundings. The sounds of the bed creaking under his pounding, his grunts and breaths, the skin slapping against skin, your own cries of misery. The feeling of his breath, how your once silk sheets now felt like sandpaper across your skin, the metal of your binds, and the burn of your rope. Everything and nothing all at once.

The minutes seemed to draw themselves out into hours as he continued his assault. He, or Shouta, you supposed, wasn't lasting very long. It didn't suit him; he seemed like a man of stamina. Maybe it was because he played out a sick fantasy of his that made him cum in minutes.

Unprotected, he came deep inside you before sliding out, giving your pussy a slap as he made his exit.

“Such a tight little kitty you've got there.”

Fingers at the ready, he stuffed his cum back inside you, toying with your clit all the while. He was quick to make you cum, making you see stars at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Don’t worry; I'll make you cum on my cock next time. I have plenty of games planned for us when I take you home.”

Pulling his fingers out, he pushed them down your throat to clean them before getting up and dressed again. He left you there, tied up and gone without a word.

In reality, he was just getting his car ready for you, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure of seeing your panicked face when he came back?

You were going to make a fine pet for him.

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[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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