#can't leave or i tank all my grades

[dxppercxdxver]

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#do not rb #emetophobia tw #i have felt. stress nauseated for the last. Several Weeks #and nothing recently has helped that #i only have six days of schools left but everything between me and the end of the year #makes me want to fucking puke #three projects due on friday announced last week and today respectively #multiple tests #ap exam #can't leave or i tank all my grades #the only saving grace is that i don't have to take finals as of right now #and i keep stressing that i'll miss the saf ticket sale #which is minor in comparison but still means a lot to me #every time i look at my to do list my stomach twists up and i feel Incredibly Paralyzed By Decisions #so incredibly ill #i'm gonna scream #and possibly strangle multiple people #i feel. the worst i've felt in four years #radio free junebug

[mandy-asimp]

Forever home

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Warning: hurt, lots of crying, yelling, throwing things, miscommunication, insecurities, a few swear words, fluff at like the veeeerrrrry end

A/n: I'm sorry if I forgot any warnings, I didn't proof read, I literally had this idea off of like a spurr and just started going

"You tanked Janine! Took the whole school with you! It was impressive." Melissa poked at the younger teacher. Not knowing you were walking out the building.

"Leave the poor girl alone, she tried to help." You stood behind the red head. "Janine I think you made a choice and it didn't give you what you wanted, but it's nice that you care so much." You didn't look at the two, focusing on your class before you threw a water balloon at one kid.

Your class lit up and you took the to the open park across the street. Missing the rest of the conversation held between the two.

Today you wore a white top, not really planning to be playing in water today. So while your class left, you were in your classroom. Soaked to the bone.

The knock on your door made you head snap up. "Oh! Hey Janine?" You flashed a smile. "What can I do for ya?"

"I just wanted to say thank you. For the words you said earlier. You really had my back. And you know how Melissa is." She stood cautiously by your door.

You furrowed your brows, "Janine why are you just standing by the door? You're free to come in more. Hey did you eat today?"

"Im fine I was just stopping by. And I was gonna wait...but I should eat now since I'm hungry." She nodded like it was some new discovery.

"Well it's me and Melissa, but I also know Gregory is going out if you wanna go with him. You wont get bullied by Melissa." You joked. Still drying out your shirt.

Janine watched for a second. "You and Melissa? What's that all about?" Her curiosity peaked. "Also I have an extra shirt if you wanna change?"

"No I'm good, I have to go home to change anyways. And me and Melissa? We're just friends I guess." You played it down. "She was the teacher I began with. She made me like it here a lot and then during the pandemic, she let me come stay with her and her husband. I usually had headphones playing loud music so they had time together. She got mad at me for it a lot cause I never came up for dinner."

"You lived with her?! How did you manage?" Janine was baffled by the new found information. "Does that make you like the second person who knows so much about her? After Barb?"

You shrugged and didn't see harm in talking about the past a bit. "She gives you a hard time cause your new."

"Ok but that doesn't explain how you went from her student teacher to living with her?" Janine pushed. She needed to know what was the reason for the favoritism.

"Are you ready?" Melissa's voice came from the door way. Ending the conversation entirely. The 2nd grade teacher in front of you frowned at the nasty look the older gave. "Still can't believe you tanked. Like the whole school Janine. The. Whole. School."

"Melissa," You warned lowly. Getting into a short staring match with her. Which you won with a smile. "I have to run home and change, but then I'll be there for dinner."

"Whatever." She scoffed and walked away.

You had to take a deep breath before having to deal with her. "Janine, just don't listen to her. She's clearly just upset you took whatever fish she had in the fridge. She'll find something new Monday. Have a good weekend." You led her out the room.

Once you got home, you could find no sight of Melissa. No car in the driveway, no opened wine, nothing. You tried to call her, but got the voicemail. Five times. You looked for her location, but got her at the school.

With one last call, you changed and just went to the restaurant. Sitting at the table while dressed in your best. But after waiting for half an hour, you decided to just go home. Tipping the waiter for putting up with you and holding up a table.

You felt embarrassed. There was also anger and fury in you. You called Melissa while on your way home, leaving a voicemail. Going on about how when she's ready to pull her head out her ass and talk to you, you'd be ready.

What you didn't expect was that to lead into tomorrow.

Staurday.

You woke up in a bed alone. It had been years since this feeling. You groaned in frustration and went looking through the house. Not any trace. No note. No car. Nothing.

You let it play out, maybe she just went out early and would be back before noon. Constantly checking your phone to see if anything would come from her.

By five you were at Barbs in tears. You explained you hadn't seen her for twenty-four hours now. How you got nothing from her but she left Friday with a scoff.

That night you stayed at the kindergarten teachers house. Her and Gerald being the nicest people to you while in such a state.

Barbra had watched you two fall in love. The first year you two worked together, she knew you were the one. So seeing you crying over such a thing hurt her. It enraged her that her friend could do such a thing.

That night, before dinner, Barb tried calling Melissa. Getting the voicemail, and she wasn't going to call back. She explained calmly but with so much venom about the harm she's caused. How you can sobbing to her.

"Why don't you come eat with us? Get something in you?" She offered to your lifeless body. You were so numb you couldn't. You just shook your head. "Y/n, sweetheart, please. I know it hurts but you have to get something in you."

"What if she never comes back?" You whispered out. "I don't know what I did. I...I don't know how to control this. I was angry. So so angry at her for standing me up. But now I just I want her home. But what if she doesn't come home?"

Barbra hugged you. She held you on to you tight. Feeling you tremble in her embrace. She held you until your cries subsided. Holding you even through uneven breathing and the soft sniffling. Scared that if she let go, you'd think you had no one.

"Come on, we can make plates and eat on the couch tonight. Watch your favorite?" She offered. Seeing the smallest sparkle in your eyes. "I'll make you a small plate, and if you want more, you can grab more."

You nodded and mumbled a thank you. Slowly trying to find The Devil wears Prada.

Sunday.

You woke up on the couch. Frowning that you still had no sign of Melissa. You cleaned up your stay and wrote Barbra a note thanking her for everything and saying you'll see her Monday.

On your drive back you stopped at the store. Desperate to find something to distract you for another day.

You picked up a Lego set, one that you didn't need but knew it would take your entire day.

Driving home, you had a large pool of hope to see her car. It hurt you to know that you were getting hopeful for the worst. And then it hurt when you didn't see the red truck. That red truck that you had star gazing dates in. That red truck that you've made out in. That red truck. Tears streamed down your face when you got inside.

They kept falling as you showered and changed. You wore one of her sweatshirts and a pair of shorts. Crew socks protecting you from the cold floors. They felt colder than normal. The whole house did.

It was empty.

Your Sunday was filled with movies, legos, and multiple water bottles. Your phone next to you as you desperately awaited a call or a text.

Monday.

You woke up to rustling. "Mel?" You quietly called. Voice being dry and hoarse from sobbing yourself to sleep. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. "Melissa?" There was no one, it was still dark in the room. The tv being the only light.

"I'm sorry, but it's just me. You weren't answering my text about if you were awake." Barbra's voice came through the dark.

You stayed silent as your lip trembled. Tears rolled down your face. "I...Barb." Was all you could say. She nodded and walked over. Pulling you from the bed and hugging you.

"Why don't you get ready and I'll drive you to work today?" She held your face, her thumbs wiping your tears away. "We can even stop for breakfast."

You nodded and got ready. Not putting much effort in, and everyone knew when you walked in the morning.

Your hair was freely down and you were in jeans. But you hardly wore jeans unless it was Wednesday or Friday. And the button up that belonged to Melissa was untucked. Your socks didn't match. You had your glasses on and hardly any makeup.

You moved in silence while in the lounge. Head held down and picking at your nails until the coffee was done. You took it straight and walked silently to your class. Not coming out until you had to print your papers for the day.

Ten minutes before she's counted late. You counted those second that made up the time. Once the kids came in and she didn't, you rushed back with your papers holding in your tears.

You sent her one simple text. Turning off your phone for the morning and masking everything for your kids.

Thankful that gym and lunch was back to back. Giving you an hour and a half or so to cry. It was only three minutes into that time before Barbra was comforting you again.

You had cried so hard that you had to throw up. You were surprised by yourself today. You've never cried this hard. Never. And now you were dry heaving.

Barbra was leading you down with your head buried in her side. You could hear her say something, but you couldn't bear look at who she said it to.

You knew who it was, especially went you felt your heart get pulled back. You wanted to run to her. To cry into her knowing she was safe and she was here. Yet, you couldn't. You just let Barbra walk you to Ava. Leaving you with her.

Ava, when she cares, she get serious. And seeing you, one of her more valued workers, made her serious.

She held you for the rest of the time you had. Letting you cry into her shirt. She didn't care you were soaking it with sadness, she just wanted you ok.

Once your time was up, you wiped your face. Giving a final hug to your boss before trudging to the lunch room.

When you opened the door, your heart wanted to burst. The overwhelming emotions seeing her talking to your class. You mustered it all up, ignoring her entirely as you collected your class.

On the verge of tears when your hand brushes against hers. A shaky breath left your body when it happened.

The rest of the day you stayed in your class. Feeling relieved when your kids left and it was just you.

A few tears fell out your eyes as you packed up. Taking in your silence as you left the building. You didn't stop and talk to anyone. Just walked out to your...Barbra.

You instantly spun in your feet, ready to head back but there she was. Not Barb, no Melissa. You wiped away the tears that started falling faster. "Shit," You whispered in annoyance. Making a beeline to the eldest teacher

Barb was expecting you. But not with this many tears. "You know you can't avoid her forever. She's hurting just as much as you are."

You nodded, knowing she was right. "It just hurts to see her after being completely ignored. I just...I couldn't even figure it out."

"Well, I'll drive you home." She knew you didn't want to get into it. She knew most of it already anyways.

When you got home, there was no truck again. Barbra asked if you were going to be ok and you had to be. You couldn't keep her forever so you just nodded.

When you got in, you poured a glass of wine and changed. Balling up on the couch and watching another movie.

Waiting for that door to open again. Needing her walk through the door tonight. If she doesn't you might died.

Tuesday.

You sat in the teachers lounge this morning. Not letting tears get you today.

"Oh! Y/n! Its good to see you! Where were you yesterday?" Janine came in, a bright smile on her face.

You hummed, "busy morning. I got nothing done over the weekend." The lie fell from you with ease. "And its good to see you as well Janine."

Everyone else began to fill in. And you could sense when Mel came in. You could sense her any day.

The morning was quiet with you. You didn't sit next to Melissa, instead you sat next to Janine. Listening to her watch videos for the wish list.

"Janine, I swear if I hear one more preppy video," Melissa turned in her chair. "You should put a pair of headphones on that list."

You gave a quiet scoff. "Janine, I wouldn't stress it. I think it's adorable how you're making a video for your classroom needs."

Melissa looked at you next, right before turning while shaking her head. "Well maybe you should just date Janine." She whispered so quiet only Barb heard it, and you could tell it.

"Melissa!" Barbra scolded, never seeing such a side of her friend. Her brown eyes quickly jumped to you. "Y/n..."

"No. If she wants to be immature and childish, the so fucking be it." You collected everything and rushed out. Tears burning in your eyes.

The rest of the day you avoided everyone. Not wanting to give into the tears that begged to spill. You were tired of crying. Tired of being tired.

The woman you've been with for the past five years is suddenly someone you've never met. You've met jealous Melissa, and this was not that green monster.

That night you stayed up. You expected her to come home tonight. After what happened you expected her to. But she didn't.

It hurt. It burned. It shattered. You couldn't understand what the hell was happening. So you called her. Not getting any answer, but you laid it out in the voicemail. The emotions ripping at you.

Wednesday.

You didn't go to school. You stayed home and sulked. Crying the entire morning. Only stopping for an hour or so to drink water. Just to cry it all out again.

It was a repeating pattern with it. That was all your day was. You couldn't believe you were crying this hard for someone.

Yet, it'd be terrible if you weren't crying over her. You spent the past five years with her. Even though it wasn't official till last year though.

You were with her through everything, and now she's just throwing you away.

That night you stared at yourself in the mirror. First silently, then after an hour, you screamed. You screamed so loud you heard dogs start barking from streets down.

Thursday.

Tomorrow would mark a week of whatever is happening. Not...that anyone was keeping track or anything.

You went to school and just kept to yourself. It was a you day where you talked to nobody. You hardly talked to your students.

You gave them papers of what they knew to just do extra practice and did your own thing.

And at night you did what you did for what seems like a month, sat with a glass of wine waiting.

Friday.

A week. A week if not talking to her. A week without a text. A week without a call. A week of constant tears. A week of hurting.

You walked into your classroom and see a box. A familiar box that you adore so much. There was a blue sticky note on top.

Your heart thumped loudly. Each step was a louder thump.

You read the note and a small smile tugged at your lips. But then you let the pain she cause catch up to you today.

You went through your day, a bit more on edge. A bit meaning you were shaking the entire day since reading the note.

By the time you were home, you were downing water. Trying to calm the nerves that we're eating you alive. They took over your body and you felt cold and clammy.

The door opened. You wanted to throw up everything. You wanted to be eaten alive by the floor. To be abducted by aliens. Ran over by a train. Honestly anything to not be here.

"Hun?" A soft voice called in. She walked further into the house. And when you laid eyes on her, you couldn't.

The mixture of rage and sadness forcing tears out. You began yelling. It didn't stop, you just kept yelling. Screaming things you didn't know you wanted to say. You stepped closer and closer and once you were close and she stared at you, she looked shocked to think you could say such, and it made you even more mad.

You threw your hands up and kept screaming. You began throwing objects, being conscious of what you had. Nothing was breaking to satisfy you.

You grabbed your wine glass, note it still had a bit of wine, and threw it at her. Instantly shutting up when it fell to the ground where she used to be standing. You were thankful she moved, but the feeling that glass had made you pant.

"I know you're upset," she began. But it didn't go long because you kept going. You laid it on to her heavy. You've never yelled at someone like this before.

You plopped down when you were for sure done. Watching her with puffy eyes.

She began to talk. And as she went on, you still didn't hear her reasoning. It was just a long apology of how she knew she was wrong.

"Please, I'm sorry." She looked at you longingly.

You shook your head. "You don't get you just apologize and not give me a reason. You left me for a week without saying a word. You stood me up at dinner Mel. What did I do?" You croaked.

Melissa's eyes went wide and she rushed to crouch in front of you. Holding your face and wiping away tears.

"Honey none of this. And I absolutely mean none of this, was your fault. I...I let my insecurities get me. On Friday when you were defending Janine and then talking to her alone," she got out quietly. The fear of you looking at her differently feasting on her.

You could only begin crying. You slipped off the couch into her arms. Sobbing so heavily. Melissa wrapped her arms and held you tightly. Even when you tried hitting her chest and pull away. She could only apologize at you.

Tears of her own showering your head. Neither one of you able to part. You not wanting her to disappear ever again, and her not wanting to see you pained the way you are.

It was well past midnight when you came through again. Stirring around trying to determine where you were.

In your bed with a bonding like grip on you. You couldn't move but you moved enough to wake up Melissa.

"Mel..." you softly spoke. Grabbing at her hands to loosen them. Only making them tighten around you.

"No..." she grumbled. "I can't let go of you."

"Melly? I'm not asking you to let go of me, I'm asking you to just let go of me." You pulled at her hands again, getting the to let go. You rolled over to prop yourself up. Looking down at your woman as her face was so relaxed.

Her eyes fluttered open. Instantly filling with tears. "Please don't leave me..." her tears began falling. "I know I was wrong but please. I cant go through it."

"Melly, I'm not leaving you. You did a terrible terrible thing and I still hardly know why, except that it had something to do with Janine?" You pushed hair out of her face and getting comfortable in her arms again. "What went through that head?"

Melissa moved to rest lower and bury her head into your chest. You knew she needed to be held, so that's what you did. She explained it all to you while you played with her hair.

"And I just....it kept eating at me that you were tired and wanted someone young. I know not Janine but I wanted to get it over with so you couldn't break my heart." She finished. The sun peaking up and through your blinds. "And when you yelled and said what you said, I had a reality check."

You pulled her head back slightly to see her face. Leaning down and kissing her so passionately.

"I will never, and I mean never, mean what I say when I'm mad. It will never mean anything until I have time to calm down and talk sensibly. I was so so hurt that you did that to me though. And it hurt even worst because I knew I still would love you after it all. Because I love you Melissa." You kissed her forehead.

You took in this moment. You had the woman you swore to marriage within your own head. She was your forever. Since the first day with her she was your everything.

"I love you too, y/n." She smiled. It was the most genuine smile you've ever seen this woman give you.

The look in that woman's eyes before you both fell back asleep was all you needed to know she was your forever home.

#abbot #abbot elementary #melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #barbra howard #janine teagues #ava coleman #lisa ann walter #hurt/comfort

[dianawinchester03]

Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Currently in the Impala, Sam's asleep in the passenger seat, Y/N is in the back playing Sudoku in the newspaper and Dean was the drivers seat of course. Sam starts to shake in his sleep, groaning as if he was in pain. Dean and Y/N notice this instantly, knowing exactly what I meant. A nightmare. Shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

"Sam, wake up!" They yell, worried. His bloodshot eyes shoot open, jumping up his chest heaving. Taking a deep breath, he takes in his surroundings. "I take it I was having a nightmare" Sam says turning to them. "Yeah. Another one" Dean confirms, worried for his little brother. "Hey, at least I got some sleep" Sam tries to joke.

"You know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this" Y/N says to him, concerned for his well-being. Sam looks around and realizes they're already in Toledo, Ohio. "We're here?" He changes the subject. "Yeah. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio" Dean says and Y/N gives him the newspaper with the recently deceased, Steven Shoemaker, in the obituary.

"So, what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" Sam asks. "That's what we're gonna find out" Y/N says smiling. "Let's go" Dean says and they exit the Impala. Locking the door behind her, she still misses Quinn. Reminding herself to take her out for a spin whenever they're up in the midwest.

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Now in the morgue, posing as med students. They approach the morgue tech at the desk. "Hey" The tech greets them. "Hey" Dean greets back, a smile plastered on his face. "Can we help you?" The tech asks, leaning forward on the desk and propping himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, we're the med students" Y/N says sweetly and the tech's eyes scans Y/N frame quickly, checking her out. "Sorry?" The receptionist asks, confused.

"Oh, Dr. Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" Dean says, butchering the doctors name in the process and Y/N mentally facepalms herself. "Yeah, we talked to him on the phone. He- uh. We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. For our paper" Dean casually lies.

"Well I'm sorry, he's at lunch" The tech says to them. "Well, he said uh— Well, you know what, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body, do you?" Dean says charmingly. "Sorry, I can't" He denies them access. "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want" He says.

"An hour? Ohhh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then" Dean says to Y/N and Sam and they nod agreeing. Y/N could already see where this is headed. So while sighing and rolling her eyes, she fixes her tank top that's layered over her leather jacket subtly, to show her cleavage a bit, enough to leave room for imagination.

"Look man, this papers like half our grade. So if you don't mind helping us out-" Dean tries to reason but the morgue tech cuts him off rudely. "Look man. No." He says rudely. Dean chuckles irritated turning to Sam and Y/N. "I'm gonna hit him in his face man. I swear-". Before he could finish Y/N decides to interject and turns her charm on.

Pushing Dean behind her she leans over the tech's desk, giving him a coy smile. "What my aggressive lab partner here is trying to explain. We are really passionate about all things Pathology" She says cutting Dean off. "I'm sure you of all people could understand. Assuming you're as smart as you are handsome" Y/N says flirtatiously, biting her lips, tilting her head.

Sam and Dean behind are stunned at this. Sam holding back a laugh and Dean's nostrils flare, feeling a burning in his chest. Reallyyy wanting to hit this guy now.

The morgue tech is a bit flustered at her posture, his eyes glancing from her slightly exposed chest to her eyes rapidly. Thinking she doesn't realize when he snuck a peek at her boobs. "Ma'am, I-I, I could get in a lot of t-". He stutters trying to explain himself. Taken back by her sudden captivating behavior, a clear blush on his face.

"Pleaseee" She cuts him off, her tone is alluring, putting her hand over his gently thats on his desk. "It would really mean a lot to me" She says suggestively, pouting her lips. He smirks, nodding. Winking at her he says, "Okay, follow me" He gets up and guides them to the morgue.

Y/N turns around to look at the boys with a triumphant smile. A look of impress is on Sam's face and a mixture of jealousy that's covered up with a smirk on Dean's face.

"Seriously?" Dean whispers, cocking his eyebrows at her as he rolls his tongue against his upper teeth, shaking his head. Meanwhile Sam laughs, giving her a high-five which she returns. "I just saved you at least a hundred bucks Winchester cuz I saw Sammy ready to pull out his wallet and bribe his way into that morgue using the poker money" She whispers back at Dean before turning on her heels walking behind the tech she just conned, swaying her hips a bit.

She turns around and shoots a wink in Deans direction causing his cheek to turn a tinge of pink, which he quickly masks. Dean looks at Sam like 'really?' and Sam just shrugs with his hand in his pocket, chuckling walking behind Y/N. Of course, Dean couldn't help but look at the way Y/N swayed her hips as she walks and it low-key drove him insane. Clearing his throat, disposing of his unholy thoughts, he follows behind them.

"Now, newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding" Sam asks the morgue tech. "More than that. They were practically liquefied" He says, lifting the blanket over the corpse. "Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asks. "Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." He informs.

"What's the official cause of death?" Y/N asks nicely, crossing her arms over her chest and the techs eyes flicker up and down her. "Docs not sure. He's thinking massive stroke. Maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure" The tech says, smiling. "What do you mean?" She asks, tilting her head in confusion. Dean notices the way the tech is still staring at Y/N and his expression hardens.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen" The tech says as if it's the coolest thing ever. "And the eyes? What would cause something like that?" Sam asks and the techs gaze moves to him "Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims" The tech says shrugging. "Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asks ironically.

"Ah, that's a first for me. But hey, I'm not the doctor" He says, smirking over at Y/N who fakes a surprised look. "Hey, you think we could take a look at that police report. You know? For our paper.." Y/N asks sweetly, moving closer to the tech and batting her eyelashes. "I'm not really supposed to show you that" The tech says suggestively and they sigh. Sam goes to pull out his wallet she stops him.

"Does this change your mind?" She cocks her eyebrows, leaning over to his scrub pocket to take out a pen from his left shirt pocket and a old receipt in her pocket. His breath hitches in his chest when Y/N reaches into his shirt pocket, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She writes down a phone number and hands it to him smiling. He takes it without hesitation and gives them a copy of the police report.

"Did you really just give that douche your number?" Dean grumbles to Y/N as they walk down the stairs, headed back outside. She looks at him shocked, not expecting that reaction from him. "Hell no! I'm not an idiot, I gave him your number" She says snickering and Deans eyes practically bulged out of his eye sockets. "You WHAT!?" He whisper yells but is honestly relieved.

Knowing that this freak won't be calling Y/N and if he does call his phone, he can tear him a new one. "Oh relax. If you answer once and it's him. Just block him" She says shrugging and Dean looks her over. "What?" She asks innocently and he smirks. "You really are a nutcase" He says and she snorts. "Whatever asshat" she says, rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile Sam is laughing to himself, head down, hands in his pockets. They turn to him and ask him simultaneously, "What's the matter with you?" And he turns to them. "Nothing...you two just sound like an old married couple" He says laughing hysterically at the way Dean and Y/N's face morphed. "We should get that kid a brain scan" Y/N says to Dean loud enough for Sam to hear and they all laugh.

"Might not be one of ours. Might be some freak medical thing" Y/N said as they continue walk down the stairs. "How many times in our Dads long career has it actually been a freak medical thing...and not the sign of some supernatural death?" Dean asks them rhetorically but Sam answers sighing. "Uh, almost never"

"Exactly" Dean says. "Alright" Y/N and Sam say in unison. "Let's go talk to the daughter" Y/N says.

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Now at the Shoemakers residence, a wake is in progress. Grieving relatives scattered all over the place. Dressed in black and white. Looking down at her outfit, now feeling a bit self conscious. "I feel like we're underdressed" Y/N mutters to the boys who agree nodding. They walk into the house casually, going into the backyard and approach a group of teenage girls by the bench.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asks the young brunette girl, sitting with her blonde friends. "Hi, uh. We're really sorry" Y/N says apologetically to Donna. "Thank you" Donna responds sadly. "I'm Y/N, This is Sam and Dean. We worked with your dad" Y/N lies to keep their cover, introducing herself and then the boys.

Donna looks at her friend surprised and back at them. "You did?" She asks, giving a small smile. "Yeah. This whole thing...I mean a stroke.." Dean begins to say but Donna puts her head down. "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now" Her blonde friend pipes up from next to her. "It's okay. I'm okay" Donna assures her friend and she looks back up at Dean.

"Were there ever any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" He asks Donna curiously. "No" She shakes her head and the other little brunette girl who had been quite this whole time, turns around and says. "That's because it wasn't a stroke".

"Lily, don't say that" Donna says to Lily who Y/N assumes is her sister. "What?" Sam asks. "I'm sorry. She's just upset" Donna says, looking up at them and smiling. "No, it happened because of me" Lily insisted. "Sweetie it didn't." Donna tries to reassure her sister it wasn't her fault.

"Lily..why would you say something like that?" Y/N asks her gently, taking a stooping down in-front to her. "Right before he died. I said it" She says. "You said what sweetie?" Y/N's tone is comforting. "Bloody Mary. Three times in the bathroom mirror" Lily says and the boys eyebrows raise at this.

"She took his eyes. That's what she does" Lily says. "That's what why Dad died. This isn't your fault" Donna says and Lily turns to her sister frowning. "I think your sister's right, Lily." Dean says to her. "There's no way it could've been Bloody Mary. I mean your dad didn't say it. Did he?" Dean asks and they all look at her.

"No, I don't think so" Lily says unsure. And Dean nods at her.

The boys and Y/N are upstairs investigating the house, they make their way to the bathroom. The floor stained in blood. "The Bloody Mary Legend" Sam says opening the door. "Did dad ever find any evidence if that was a real thing?" He asks Dean. "Not that I know of" Dean says, going into the bathroom. "You? Did Mr. L/N ever come up with anything?" Sam turns to Y/N asking her and she shakes her head.

"It never came up" She says, stooping down with Sam, touching the bloodstained floor. "I mean, everywhere else..all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary..and as far as we know, nobody dies from it" Sam says, standing back up walking over to Dean. "Well maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening" Y/N says.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam asks and Dean shrugs, opening the mirror cabinet by the sink. "But according to the legend, the person who says—" He goes to say it but Dean faces the mirror at him, and he looks at it before closing it back harshly and Y/N snickers.

"The person who says you-know-what gets it. But here-" Sam starts. "Shoemaker gets it instead. Yeah" Dean finishes. "Right" Y/N says. "Never heard anything like that before" Dean says, raising his eyebrows. "Still the guy did die right in-front of the mirror. And the daughters right. The way the legend goes...you-know-who scratches your eyes out" Y/N says.

"It's worth checking in to" Sam says. Their ears perk up when they hear footsteps coming their way. Their heads turn to the door, approaching it to be greeted by Donnas friend who they never got the name of. "What are you doing up here?" She asks annoyed. "We— We had to go to the bathroom" Dean comes up with an excuse on the spot causing Sam and Y/N to look at him like 'dude what?!'.

"Who are you?" She asks them, suspiciously. "Like we said downstairs, we work with Donna's dad" Y/N says and she narrows her eyes at them. "He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself" She said and Dean stutters. "No. We know. We meant-" He tries to explain but Donnas friend cuts him off.

"And all those weird questions downstairs. What was that?" She asks, still suspicious but they can't come up with an answer. "So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming" She threatens. Dean shoots her a sassy look but they cave. "Alright, alright. We think something happened to Donnas dad" Sam says honestly.

"Yeah. A stroke" The girl says, matter of factly. "That's not the sign of a typical stroke" Y/N adds and the girl looks at her up and down. "We think it might be something else" She says, firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Like what?" The girl asks. "Honestly...we don't know yet" Sam says.

"But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth" He finishes. "So, if you're gonna scream. Go right ahead" Dean urges her and she looks down. "Who are you? Cops?" The girl asks. The boys and Y/N exchange a look. "Something like that" Dean smirks

"Tell you what. Here. You think of anything. You or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call" Sam reaches into his jacket pocket to take out a business card, handing it to the girl and they leave.

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Sometime later, the trio end up at the library to do some research. "Alright. Say Bloody Mary is really haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof, right? A local woman who died nasty" Dean rambles as they walk through the library. "Yeah. But a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more" Sam lists the possibilities.

"Alright. So what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asks. "Well every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary. And she always dies right in-front of a mirror. So we gotta search newspapers, public records, as far back as they go....see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill" Y/N explains.

"Well that sounds annoying" Dean scoffs. "No, it won't be so bad uh...as long as we-" Sam says causally and Y/N nudges him, pointing to the computers that has "OUT OF ORDER" signs on him. "Huh, I take it back. This will be very annoying" He says and they all sigh.

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Y/N and Dean are sitting at the desk in the motel room by the window, reading in their books, looking for any clue on Bloody Mary. Meanwhile Sam is asleep on the bed across from them. Right now he needs the rest and they know that. Y/N takes a drag from her cigarette and exhales it out the window. "You know, those things kill you" Dean teases her and she snorts.

"This job will kill me faster than these will" She flatly says not looking up from her book, waving it in her fingers. Dean shakes his head at her pessimistic view. "Besides" She takes one last drag, blowing the smoke out the corner of her lips.

Deans eyes study the curvature of her (description of your lips) lips, his tongue darting to moisten his own bottom lip. Trying to keep his gaping look subtle. "Everyone has a vice" She shrugs, crushing the bud in the ashtray next to her and Dean clears his throat and nods agreeing.

"No judgement, Princess. You're your own woman. I'm just pulling your leg" He says sweetly, nudging her leg with his under the table lightly. This makes her smile, Dean was never one to judge. Neither Sam. Which is why she was so comfortable around them. They're her family. "I know, charming" She winks at him and he smirks, biting his lip.

If Deans being honest with himself, he always found smoking sorta hot. Especially on Y/N. Of course, she's naturally a beautiful woman "You found anything interesting?" Her voice breaks him out of his thoughts. He sighs shaking his head.

"You?" He asks back. "If I have to read one more book, my head is gonna explode!" She slams her book down frustrated, sinking into her seat, the headache she was nursing is getting worse.

"If your nerd ass is complaining about reading, imagine how I feel" Dean huffs and Y/N clutches onto her forehead. "Reading isn't whats pissing me off, it's my head. It's killing me" She groans, the pressure from the headache building up in her head. This worries Dean, his eyebrows creasing.

"I've got some painkillers in my duffel. Here" He gets up to go for the pills in his bag but she stops him. "It's fine, probably just my period" She says, Deans mouth forming an "o" shape at this as she rubs her temples. He still goes and gets the pills. Handing it to her with a bottled water. "Here. Take it" He says gently. "Dean I'm-" He cuts her off.

"Y/N. Take it." Authority in his tone. She sighs, and opens her mouth sticking her tongue out for him to put it. He swallows, his eyebrows raising at this but he puts it lightly on her tongue and hands her the water. Y/N takes a big gulp and swallows the pill.

Sticking her tongue out and lifting it up for him to see jokingly. "I took it doc" She says and Dean chuckles patting her head. "Good girl" He says in a gruff tone, winking at her. The way he said that just awakened something in Y/N.

Her breath hitched in her throat slightly but she quickly recovered, not making it obvious it affected her. "You need anything? I can get you some pads, snacks.." He says concerned, his tone gentle again and she shakes her head cuz she's got some handy. It wouldn't be the first time he's gotten her pads because her period came.

She looks up at him and smile brightly, still holding her head. "You can be real sweet you know" She says and he chuckles sitting back down. "Shut it" He says jokingly, hiding his blush, his green eyes piercing in her (e/c) ones. Studying each others eyes like if they're cramming for a history final.

Sam starts shaking and groaning in his sleep, jumping awake instantly. Y/N and Dean's heads snap over to him, breaking their heated eye contact. Their gazes filled with concern. Sam's chest heaving like earlier, trying to catch his breath. "Why'd you guys let me fall asleep?" Sam asks, disappointed.

"Because I'm an awesome brother" Dean remarks sarcastically. "And I'm a phenomenal best friend" Y/N adds, her tone matching Dean's. Her headache easing a bit. Dean sighs, "So what'd you dream about?" He asks his little brother, already knowing the answer. "Lollipops and candy canes" Sam remarks dryly.

Y/N nods, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure". Sam looks over at them, "You guys find anything?" He asks. "Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration. No. We've look at everything" Y/N scoffs while Dean shakes his head and closes his book. Sam pushes himself up on his elbows as Dean explains.

"A few local women, a Laura and a Cathryn committed suicide in-front of a mirror. And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh..." Dean says, rubbing the side of his mouth. "..no Mary" he finishes. And Sam plops back down on the bed sighing.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet" He says. "We've also been searching for strange deaths in the area. You know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing" Y/N says frustrated. "Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary" Dean suggests and Sam's phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" He answers and his face drops.

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They were now outside of Jill's house. Charlie, Donna's friend from the wake, sobbing because another one of her friend, Jill, was found dead the same was as Steven Shoemaker. Charlie sits on a bench below a tree, Dean sitting on the top of it, Y/N next to her and Sam standing in-front of them.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor....And her— her eyes. They were gone" Charlie sniffles as Y/N rubs her back gently, comforting her. "I'm sorry" Sam says sympathetically and Y/N nods frowning. "And she said it" Charlie gasps for air from crying, causing the three hunters to share a look.

"I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that" She says doubtfully. "I'm insane right?" She asks them. "No you're not insane hun" Y/N says calmly. "God, that makes me feel so much worse" Charlie whimpers, looking at Y/N with bloodshot eyes. "Look." Sam starts. He looks at his brother and best friend before he begins explaining.

"We think somethings happening here. Something that can't be explained" Sam says gently. "And we're gonna stop it. But we could use your help." Dean adds

Charlie enters Jill's room, closing the door behind her. She immediately walks over to the open, unlocking it and opening it for Sam, Dean and Y/N who are waiting outside for her to do so. They get in one by one, Dean getting in last, resting his duffle bag on the floor and closing the window behind him. Y/N picks it up and starts unloading it with Sam.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asks Charlie as he takes his stuff out of the bag. "I just said I needed some time with her pictures and things" She tells them. "I hate lying to her" Charlie adds, holding her forehead in her hand. "Trust us, it's for the greater good" Y/N assures her. "Hit the lights" Dean tells Charlie who does as she's told.

"What're you guys looking for?" She asks them. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it" Dean says as Sam puts on the video camera. "Hey, night vision" He says, Dean clicks the button to put on the camera that's still in Sam's hand.

"Thanks. Perfect" Sam says gratefully. He points to Dean and Y/N. Dean turns his back slightly, sticking out his butt with a sassy look on his face. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean says cockily, pumping his eyebrows and Y/N chuckles.

"Nah. More like Sonny and Cher" Sam says cheekily, panning the camera over to Y/N. Dean smirks while Y/N hides her blush with a glare, flipping Sam the bird who flashes her a cheeky smile. "Bitch please, I'm a Madonna" She says sassily, putting her hands on her hips.

Despite the daft situation, Charlie giggles at their interaction. Reminding her of how her own friend group once was. Sam chuckles at Y/N's lippy comeback, turning around he scans the room with the night vision. Opening the closet and scanning the mirror on the door.

"So I don't get it. I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary and the second victim did. How is she choosing them?" Sam questions, stooping down to get the full length of the mirror in the camera. "Beats me" Y/N says while she and Dean check the room for frequencies with their EMF meters.

Sam closes the closet door behind him and walks into the bathroom to scan the mirror above the sink. "I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place" Dean asks Charlie a bit harsh.

"It was just a joke" She says timidly. "Well, somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter of time" He says brashly. "Down boy, don't be so harsh" Y/N warns Dean, firmly. His eyes flicker over to Y/N, nodding apologetically. Noticing the fearful look on Charlie's face.

"Hey" Sam calls for their attention. "There's a black light in the trunk right?" He asks.

After getting the black light, Dean closes the curtains, all light in the room diminishes. Sam takes the mirror that was hanging in the bathroom, resting it on the bed backside up. Dean tosses the black light to Y/N who catches it and Sam rips the back of the mirror that was covered in brown paper.

Y/N takes the black light and scans the now ripped mirror. The light reveals a handprint in the back, below is a name written. "Gary Bryman?" Charlie reads the name from the mirror, questionably. Sam turns to her, "You know who that is?" She shakes her head, "No" and the three share a look.

Dean and Charlie are outside now on the bench they were on earlier, Sam and Y/N walk up to them, taking a seat on the bench. "So, Gary Bryman was an 8 year old boy. Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry...but nobody got the plates or saw the driver" Sam explains the tragic storyZ

"Oh my god" Charlie gasps in disbelief and the three look over at her. "What?" Y/N asks. "Jill drove that car" She says, her voice shaky and the three sigh. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house" Dean tells her.

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A little later, they're back at Donna's house. Scanning the mirror that Steven Shoemaker died infront of with the black light. Behind it is an identical handprint like there was on Jill's mirror only the name below was "Linda Shoemaker" Y/N reads off of the mirror.

"Why're are you asking me all this?" Donna asks and Y/N apologizes. "We're sorry but it's important" she says calmly. "Yeah, Linda's my mom, okay? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident and that's it" Donna says frustrated. The group of Y/N, Sam, Dean and Charlie look concerned. "I think you should leave" Donna says irritated.

"Donna, just list-" Dean tries to plead her but she cuts him off screaming, "Just get out of my house!" Donna runs up the stairs. "Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie asks fearfully. "Maybe" Sam says. "I think I should stick around" She says and Sam nods.

"Alright. Well just whatever you do, don't-" Charlie cuts Dean off by saying, "Believe me, I won't say it" crossing her arms over her chest.

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Before they knew it, it's nightfall. They're back in the motel room. Dean in-front of his computer, Sam pacing the room and Y/N on her bed, eating a snack. "Wait wait wait, so you're doing a nationwide search?" Y/N cocks her eyebrows munching on potato chips.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database. At this point, any Mary in the country who died in-front of a mirror is good enough for me" Dean says as he clicks through the database. "But if she's haunting the town, she should've died in the town" Sam says as he takes a seat next to Y/N on her bed.

"Im telling you, there's nothing local Sammy. We've checked. So unless you got a better idea, might as well do the search" Y/N says, offering him some of her chips which he takes. "The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern" Sam says as he now munches on the chips.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing" Dean says. "With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run-" Y/N thinks out loud. "-both had secrets where people died" Dean finishes the thought out loud. "Right. I mean, there's folklore about mirrors. That they reveal all your lies, all your secrets. That they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why its back luck to break em" Sam explains.

"Right, right.....So maybes if you've got a secret, you know, like a really nasty one, where someone died, then Mary sees it... and punished you for it" Dean says. "Whether you're the one that summoned her or not" Sam adds.

"Jesus......that's some dark shit" Y/N says out of nowhere, crunching on her chips. Earning amused look from the boys. "Take a look at this" Dean says, slightly chuckling. Showing them the computer.

Not too long after, they printed out what Dean was showing them. It was crime scene photos of a murder. Bloody hand print on the mirror that was on the scene, below is a have written name "TRE" similar how Mary writes her victims names on the back of the mirrors. Everything was identical to Mary's MO.

"Looks like the same handprint" Y/N says as she looks over the picture and Sam nods agreeing. "Her name was Mary Worthington. An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean explains to them.

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Fort Wayne, Indiana

"I was on the job for 35 years. Detective for most of that." Jackson tells them. The trio made their way over to Fort Wayne, the drive being only an hour and a half, to interrogate the responding officer on the scene of Mary Worthington's murder.

"Now, everybody packs it in with a few loose ends. But the Mary Worthington murder...that one still gets me" Jackson's tone is jittery. "What exactly happened sir?" Y/N asks nicely. "You kids said you were reporters?" Jackson asks suspiciously. "We know Mary was 19, lived by herself." Sam interjects, trying to digress the topic.

"We know she won a few local beauty contents. Dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being and actress. And we know the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam said and Jackson nods. "That's right" He says.

"See so when we ask you what happened, we wanna know what...you think happened" Dean says and Jackson looks between the three of them before going into his room and coming back out with a file. "Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this" Jackson says as I rests it down on the desk in-front of them and begins flipping through it.

"Now...see that there? T-R-E?" He asks us, pointing to a picture of Mary's body at the crime scene, her bloody handprint on the mirror and "TRE" written below. "Yeah." Dean says, looking down at the picture as he leans on the desk. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer" Jackson says, superstitiously. "You know who it was?" Sam inquires, sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Not for sure" Jackson sighs, pulling out a picture of a man in a tux and sunglasses. "But there was a local man, a surgeon. Trevor Samson. And I think he cut her up good" Jackson says. "Now, why would he do something like that?" Y/N asks, crossing her arms over her chest. "Her diary mentions a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry....she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair" Jackson explains.

"Yeah. But how do you know that it was this guy Samson who killed her?" Dean asks, pulling himself up from the desk. "It's hard to say" Jackson says honestly but thinks for a second, "But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional" Jackson says and Y/N nods. "But you could never prove it" She says.

"No. No prints. No witnesses. He was meticulous" Jackson says shaking his head. "Is he still alive?" Dean asks. "Nope" JACKSON says sighing as he sits down. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could" He says sadly as the group watches him intently. "Where is she buried?" Sam asks. "She wasn't. She was cremated" Jackson tells them and something clicks in Y/N head.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?" She asks causally as she sticks her hands in her pockets "No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago" Jackson informs them, looking a little confused as a sighs while leaning back in his seat. Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance at this and looks over to Y/N and Sam. "You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asks.

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"Oh really?? Ahh, that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would've paid a lot of money for that mirror. Okay. Well maybe next time. Alright, thanks" Sam says into the phone, disappointed. "So?" Y/N pipes up from the backseat, leaning forward in between the boys. They're driving back from Fort Wayne at the present moment.

"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in his family for years until he sold it. One week ago" Sam explains. Dean and Y/N look over at him. "To a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo" He says, explains to them. "So wherever the mirror goes, Mary goes?" Dean asks. "Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow" Y/N mutters. "Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asks, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

"Yeah there is, when someone would die in a house. People would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped" Y/N explains. "So Mary died in-front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit" Dean says. "Yeah but how could she move through, like, a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asks confused. "I don't know but if the mirrors a source, I say we find it and smash it" Y/N suggests and Dean nods in agreement. "Yeah I don't know. Maybe" Sam sighs and his cellphone rings.

"Hello" He flips the phone up answering it. "Charlie?" He says confused.

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Immediately they head over to pick Charlie after getting a phone call from her. Apparently Donna got mad in their school bathroom and said "you know what" three times to prove nothings gonna happen and now Mary is after Charlie. Currently, Sam and Dean covering up mirrors in their motel room while Charlie is cradling her head in her knees with Y/N trying to comfort her.

"Hey. Hey. It's okay" She says soothingly, rubbing her back. "You can open up your eyes hun. It's okay. They covered up the mirrors. Alright?" Her tone is gentle and nurturing. Charlie puts her head up from her lap wearily. "Now, listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed. And you're not gonna look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay?" She calmly instructs her for her own safety.

"Now, as long as you do that, she cannot get you" She assures her. "But I can't keep that up forever" Charlie's voice is fearful and shaky. "I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asks sadly and Sam face drops. "No. No. Not anytime soon" Sam says gently, reassuring her as he takes a seat next to Charlie on the bed. "Alright Charlie. We need to know what happened" Dean says to Charlie, taking a seat on the bed next to Y/N.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it" Charlie answers. Dean looks over at Y/N and she nods. "That's not what we're talking about hun" She says calmly, rubbing her back. Charlie looks up at them with tears in her eyes. "Something happened, didn't it? In your life. A secret. Where someone got hurt." Dean asks her and she looks down guiltily. Her tears falling down her cheeks.

The three share a look before Dean turns back to Charlie. "Can you tell us about it?" Dean asks gently. "I had this boyfriend" She begins to explain. "I loved him...but he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night...at his house...we got in this fight...and I broke up with him. And he got upset and said he needed me and he loved me. And he said 'Charlie, if you walk out that door right now. I'm gonna kill myself'. And you know what that said? I said 'Go ahead'. And I left." She ends her tearful confession sobbing and Y/N's heart drops.

"How could I say that? How could I leave him like that?" She sobs, looking at Y/N. "I just- I didn't believe him, you know? I should've" She stutters, looking over at Sam.

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"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault" Dean says driving. They're now in the Impala headed to the store where Mary's mirror is currently residing. "You know as well as we do that spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary" Y/N says, leaning back in her seat to the back.

"I guess" Dean says shrugging. "You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror" Sam says. "Why? What do you mean?" Dean inquires, looking over at his little brother. "Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror. So who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever. So, maybe...we should try to pin her down. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it" Sam suggests.

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?" Y/N asks intrigued, leaning forward between Sam and Dean. "I don't. Not for sure" Sam says honestly. "Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asks. "I will" Sam says, this causes Y/N's head to snap over to Sam and Dean shakes his head, huffing in annoyance.

"She'll come after me" Sam says confidently. "Alright, you know what? That's it" Dean snaps, parking Baby and turning off her engine. Dean turns to Sam and starts. "This is about Jessica, isn't it?" Dean asks him, firmly. Sam keeps looking out the window, not answering.

"You think that's your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow?" Y/N asks her best friend, trying to stay calm. "Sam, this has gotta stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night. It's gonna kill you" He barks and Y/N nods, a frown on her face.

"Now, listen to us. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the evil son-of-a-bitch that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me and Dean, cuz we're the ones that dragged you away from her in the first place" Y/N retorts and Sam finally looks at them.

"I don't blame you guys" He says calmly and Dean nods. "Well you shouldn't blame yourself. Cuz there's nothing you could've done" Dean says. "I could've warned her" Sam says. "About what?!" Dean yells angrily. "Okay. Chill out!" Y/N comes to Sam's defense.

"Go easy on him man, take a breather and then talk" She says firmly and Dean angry gaze snaps to her stern one, instantly fading when he sees she's being serious. He calms down a bit nodding slightly taking a deep breath.

"You didn't know it was gonna happen. And besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean, we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway." Dean says after he calmed down a bit. "No you don't" Sam says with a grim look on his face. "We don't what?" Dean asks confused.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you guys everything" Sam says looking at them. "What're you talking about" Y/N asks worried "Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam says with a bit of snark. Dean and Y/N eyebrows shoot up at this, they look at each other baffled before turning back to Sam. "No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it." Y/N says firmly.

"Y/n/n, that girl back there is going to die...unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this." Sam says to her trying to reason with them. He looks at Dean, "You guys have got to let me this" He says, a determined look on his face. Dean and Y/N look at each other in elaboration and sigh.

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Presently, the three hunters are at the store where Mary's mirror is. Y/N is down on her knees, infront of the store. Trying to pick the lock for the gate. In record time, she successfully picks the lock and they walk in. The store is filled with mirrors, the three look around while shining there flashlights baffled.

"Well, that's just great" Dean says sarcastically. He digs into his pocket and takes out a picture of the mirror from the crime scene, showing it to Sam and Y/N. "Alright fellas, let's start looking" Y/N says and they begin walking around to look for the mirror. While walking around, they don't realize that they tripped up a security alert from breaking in, a red light flashes in the corner of the store.

"Maybe they've already sold it!" Dean suggests as he shouts from a distance. Sam turns a corner, shining his light on the exact mirror from the picture. "I don't think so" He says and Dean and Y/N approach him. Dean takes out the picture again to look it over. "That's it" He confirms. "You sure about this?" Y/N ask Sam concerned and he just hands her the flashlight. She takes it and the three walk up to the mirror.

Sam sighs deeply before saying, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary..." He stops, looking over at them. He holds up his crowbar, preparing to smash the mirror. "Bloody Mary" he says one last time. A car pulls up outside, it's light flashing through the windows. Dean and Y/N turn around, panic sets in and Dean says. "Let's go check that out, you stay here. Be careful" He warns them and Sam gives him a curt nod and they begin to walk off.

"Smash anything that moves" Dean says as they're going. They lower their bodies so nobody can see him from outside, they creeps their way to hide behind a cabinet, to see the bright lights of a car infront of the door. "Crap" Y/N mutters, "You should go back. I can deal with this" Dean tells her.

"Like hell. You go out there alone. You'll look like a criminal. Better chance with me, might underestimate us" She snaps back and he chuckles. They walk towards towards the gate and push it open. "Hold it!" A security guard yells at Dean and Y/N, two guards are there holding up a guns at them.

"Whoa, whoa whoa guys. False alarm, I tripped the system" Dean says chuckling, his hands in the air. "Who are you?" The guard asks his suspiciously. "I'm the boss's kid. This is my girlfriend" Dean lies causally, pointing to Y/N who's eyebrows shoot up. "You, Mr Yamashiro's kid?" The guard asks him.

Meanwhile Sam is waiting for Mary to show. He hears some tussling and turn to see what it was. When he turns back to the mirror, nothing is there. Sam sees Mary's spirit from the corner of his eye in the other mirror and smashes it. She flashes in another and he smashes it too.

He turns back to the main mirror, "Come on. Come into this one" He mutters but she doesn't show. What he does notice is his reflection moving in a way he's not. He sees himself smiling back at him with a sadistic smile, blood dripping from his eyes. Gasping and groaning from pain building up at the back of his eyes, feeling like his head is gonna explode.

The crowbar slips from his hands. "It's your fault. You killed her." His reflection in the mirror taunts him. His face twitches in pain while looking at the scene, holding his neck as blood runs does his eyes. "You killed Jessica." His reflection says gruffly.

Outside, still trying to convince the security that they're not criminals. "Like we just said sir, my boyfriend is adopted" Y/N says sweetly. "Yeah" The guard says not convinced. Dean looks back at the store, worried "You know, I just— we really don't have time for this right now" He says before he throws a right hook at the guards face when he least expected it.

Y/N elbows the other guard and knees him where the sun doesn't shine. Huffing as she nurses her fist, she snaps her gaze over to Dean who grimaces at the guard on the ground, clutching his pearls. "Oh man that's gotta hurt" He puts his fist to his mouth, biting it.

"Girlfriend? Really?" She cocks her eyebrow and he chuckles, his cheeks turning a twinge of pink. First thing that came to mind" He defends. "Yeah, sure" She says ironically, she interlocks her arm in his, "Come on, darling" She says sarcastically and Dean chuckles as walk back into the store.

While this is all going on. Sam's reflection continues to taunt him as he falls to the ground, bleeding from his eyes in pain. "You never told her the truth, who you really were. But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having...of Jessica dying...screaming...burning. You had them for days before she died. Didn't you?!" His reflection harshly yells at him about his guilt and how it's his fault Jessica is dead.

Sam groans in pain, clutching his chest. Dean and Y/N enter the store again to see some mirrors smashes and Sam on the ground clutching his chest, bleeding from his eyes "You were so desperate to be normal, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die? You dreamt it would happen!" His reflection shouts at him.

Dean screams as he charges at the mirror, breaking it with his crowbar. Y/N ducks so the shards don't cut her and kneels next to her best friend who's still doubled over in pain, bleeding from his eyes. "Sammy? Sammy?" Her voice is laced with panicked concern. She grabs his face, checking to make sure she's okay. "Come on Sammy!" Dean kneels next to them, checking on his little brother. Worry etched on both their faces.

"It's Sam" Sam retorts back weakly to them. "God. You okay?" Dean holds his brother up. "Uh, yeah" He tells them and Dean looks back at the broken mirror. "Come on, come on" Y/N says as they pick Sam up, putting each of his arms around their shoulder. Sam groans in pain as they walk him out of the store.

Unbeknownst to them. Mary begins to crawl out of the mirror. They hear the broken glass behind them moving around, turning around to see Mary moving towards them. They all begin to bleed from their eyes, doubling over in pain. Dropping to their kneels as Mary walks towards them with a limp. Dean reaches over to grab a mirror, pointing it to Mary. She looks at her own reflection in it eerily.

"You killed them" Her voice is rugged, harsh, gruff. "All those people. You killed them" Her reflection says back to her, bleeding from her eyes. The reflection snarls at her, almost animalistic as she begins gasping in pain. Her spirit melts into the ground, causing the shards of glass to flatter all over the ground.

Dean then throws the mirror onto the ground, breaking it over the area she melted. The three groan in pain, trying to catch their breaths. "Hey guys?" Dean calls them. "Yeah" they say in unison. "That's gotta be like, what, 600 years of bad luck" Dean says jokingly and they all chuckle dryly.

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The next morning, they drive Charlie back to her house. Dean parks the Impala in-front of it, turning to Charlie and Y/N who are seated at the back. "So this is really over?" Charlie asks. "Yeah, it's over" Y/N smiles, assuring her. "Thank you" She says gratefully. Dean reaches over to shake her hand, which she accepts.

Charlie looks at Y/N with a blush on her face and exits the car. Y/N scoots to the end of the seat, leaning back. Through the window, Charlie says, "Hey, Y/N?". She turns to Charlie, a smile on her face. "Yeah?"

Charlie leans in and places a chaste kiss in Y/N's lips. Y/N is taken back but returns the kiss passionately. Deans eyebrows shoot up from this, a burning feeling of...jealousy? Starts to build up in his chest again but at the same time he's turnt on a bit? Conflicted to say the least.

Meanwhile Sam is agape, knowing Y/N is comfortable in her sexuality but he notices the look of conflict on Deans face. Chuckling at his brothers demise.

"Thank you to you especially" Charlie's says flirtatiously, biting her lips. "No worries hun" Y/N says back, returning the flirt. Charlie hands her a paper with her number on it before turning on her heels and walking towards her house.

Sam turns back to Y/N, who's still stunned by all this and nudges her shoulder. "You player!" He says jokingly while laughing hysterically and Y/N rolls her eyes scoffing. "Not gonna lie, did not see that one coming from Charlie" Dean snorts, putting the Impala in drive. "Me neither. I think my gaydar's off" Y/N jokes, looking at Dean with a twinge of guilt in the rearview mirror while fiddling with the paper in her hand

Dean still can't help the burning feeling he felt in his chest from seeing her kiss Charlie. Usually if he saw two other girls kiss he would've been definitely into it. With Y/N we was kinda into it? But mainly hated seeing it.

As they drive down the freeway, Dean turns to Sam. "Hey Sam?" He calls his attention. "Yeah?" Sam responds. "Now that this is all over...I want you to tell us what that secret was" He says. "Look. You're my brother, Dean. And Y/N. You're my best friend. And I'd die for the both of you in a heartbeat. But there are some things I need to keep to myself" He says to them, smiling a bit. They don't answer and Dean keeps driving.

Sam's eyes drift outside, where he sees what looks like Jessica's spirit on the sidewalk where they're passing. His face contorts to a look of shock, guilt, pain. When they pass by a post, she disappears and Sam looks down sadly. Dean and Y/N notice his shift in mood but prefer not to push him at this moment.

Authors Note:

I kid you not when I say, I took my sweet time writing this chapter because this episode scared the shittt out of me🤣

The first time I watched it, I couldn't sleep properly for daysss. So I hope whoever is reading, they enjoyed this chapter cuz if this one deleted accidentally, I would've just skipped over it honestly😭

I'm excited to do 'Skin' because it's one of my favorite episodes!!😆😆

Xoxo

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[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

⚠ warnings⚠ unprotected sex (in pt 2) reader has panic attack mean Minho Dom Minho toxic ex mentions of abuse I think that it lmk if not

Your best friend since 3rd grade decided to drag you to a party after you being in your room sulking after your boyfriend of 4 years cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. This is how that went

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Gina busts through the door so hard you think it'll fly off the hinges "Get dressed noona" "for what" you say with a confused look on your face that she chuckles at "For the party we are going to so you'll stop sulking and talk to people, plus there'll be hot boyyys" she says wiggling her eyebrows "No" you deadpan pulling your covers back over your head "ughhhh girl you need to get out plus chan really misses you he hasn't seen you since Jack (your ex) and hes worried abt you" "...fine, only to make him feel better though" Gina practically tanks you out of bed by the ankles and to your closet "hmmm not this definitely not this a party not a church..AHA this will work!" She says as she pulls out a dark ruby colored mini dress with a small cutout in the chest and a slit in the thigh "oh wow didnt know we were going to a strip club." "Calm down girl its flattering and these shoes will work" she pulls out a pair of ruby red 2 inch heels "now go put these on and I'll do your makeup!" You reluctantly grab everything and get dressed she then does your makeup and you get in the car and a realization hits you "Wait!.. Chan is friends with Minho" "yeah its fine he said he probably wouldn't come anyway" " oh ok " you reply relieved you arrive and enter the building to be pulled into a bonecrushing hug by chan "Noona I missed you! I was so worried" "y-yeah chan im f-fine but I can't b-breathe" you wheeze out and he lets go quickly and you gasp for air "sorry I'm just excited to introduce you to my friends" "oh yay" you say faking excitement, Chan pulls you through a crowd to his group of friends and he starts introducing you "noona this is jisung,Felix,hyunjin,seungmin,I.N, changbin, and my other friend is missing but we'll find him later, they all excitedly shake your hand and hug you shouting his and omg you seem so cool and nice to meet yous after that you grab some water and start dancing with Gina when chan suddely grabs you and drags you over to his last friend who had just arrived and your jaw dropped it was ths one person you didn't want to see Lee Minho with that typical cocky smile "well hello kitty long time no see" you feign gagging and roll your eyes "you guys know each other?" "No chan we hate eachother." "Hate is a strong word princess" he says with fake pain on his face resulting in you walking away hoping he doesnt see your slightly red face (you hated him you really did didnt you? You wanted to but your heart betrayed you every time he was close god those perfect features made it so hard to hate him)

You spent a while dancing with Gina when you feel a hand on your shoulder and Gina gives you a look before walking away not knowing she was leaving you with someone from your past so bad you couldnt even bring yourself to tell her. You spin around and the blood drains from your face "R-rick?" The man smiles ominously "hey angel you look like you've seen a ghost whats wrong sweet cheeks?" You cant even speak and you just mutter "I- you-how-why.."

"Jeez miss me that much my sweet thing?" He chuckles as he raises a hand causing you to flinch and try to back away "Where do you think your going darling!?" He seethes as he grabs your wrist tight enough to make you since you speak in a quiet tone not wanting to cause a scene "p-please let me go I didnt do anything" "I know honey" he say as he caresses your cheek with his free hand and you try to pull away causing his grip to tighten "o-ow!" "Shut up and nothing will happen ok?" From across the room you see chan and Gina talking not realizing whats happening "I'll be quiet pmease just let me go your hurting me" "stop being dramtic unless you actually want me to hurt you y/n." He leans down to whisper something in your ear and smirks at you while letting go. You start hyperventilating and sobbing silently and start to have a panic attack and then in the blink of an eye Rick is on the floor with someone straddling him punching him relentlessly the person blurred by your tears says in between punches "when*punch* someone says * it hurts * you let * go if she says * let go * you let * go. Understood?" Rick nods desperately "y-yes I do" "good" then ths man suddenly pulls you into an embrace stroking your hair telling you its alright and you find yourself relaxing and then you realize who it is when chan comes over and yells "MINHO WHAT THE HELL YOU CANT JUST PUNCH PEOPLE UNTIL THEYRE BLEEDING FOR NO REASON!!" minho quietly replies because he doesnt want to stress you out more "no reason? Are you fucking serious right now chan? I was protecting YOUR friend from him because he was hurting her and weren't even paying attention and stop yelling right now your just going to make it worse." Chans angry expression drops immediately and he looks at you stepping toward you "did he hurt you Y/n? I'm sorry I should have paid attention to you are you okay?" As chan steps closer you look at him with red puffy eyes from crying and nuzzle farther into minhos chest "No chan im not okay. You promised me you would always be there to protect me and...you werent. Please leave me alone" "o-ok" chan replies stepping back as gina steps forward you step back behind lee know he puts an arm out signaling for her to stop but she just scoffs "dont tell me to stop shes my best friend I need to be there for her." Minho stands firm in between you and her "but you werent there for her that's my point she needed you and you werent there" you tug at his shirt signaling him to come down so you could whisper in his ear "I wanna leave" he nods and grabs your hand leading you through the crowd "We are leaving" he says as you exit and climb into his car the drive is silent but as you pull up you invite him in and he accepts you entwr your apartment and head to the couch as you sit he lays his head on your thighs blushing which makes you giggles "what's so funny L/N?" You blush at him calling you by your last name "nothing your just blushing and I thought it was cute" it takes him a bit to process and when he does it only takes a few seconds for your lips to be connected in a sloppy but passionate kiss teeth clashing but still hungry for more you climb onto his lap and start to grind earning a grunt from him that only riles you up more but he breaks the kiss "we shouldnt do this" "I dont care about the consequences I wanr you as much as I want to hate you I can't" you kiss him again this time with more lust behind it as you fumble to take your dress off breaking the kiss to do so you blush as he admires your chest as if its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (to him it was) he stares wide eyed before he kisses you again and you melt into it tugging at his shirt desperately trying to get it off earning a chuckle from him "need help kitten?" You grumble as he breaks the kiss to take it off and now its your turn to stare 'i mean you always knew he was fit but DAMN' you think as you trace the ridges and valleys of his abs when something catches your eye.. A small scar on his stomach...

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[meyobe]

hey, there I just saw ur profile and can i have a favor, yesterday was the worst day on my life i had a bad grade on my last exam for college and I can't do what I want with my friends leaving all alone i feel like i can end my life anytime now, so please if u can do the obey me boys comforting me or smth, thanks

A/n: Im glad to write if it brings you Comfort, but please never think ending your life is the answer. There’s a whole new day waiting for you tomorrow.

Lucifer

Lucifer had to hear from some other person that you had tanked your test. As soon as he heard the news he went to go find you.

It had been an hour before he found you crying in the corner of your room rereading your test scores and going over the answer trying to find out why you yanked it.

“I heard the news” he spoke, kneeling down to your level, and lifting your chin up with his hands.

He could see the tears welling up in your eyes. Trying your hardest not to release anymore tears.

“You May not want to talk about it right now” there was a pause.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here. You’re intelligence

isn’t written on a test”

He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and wiping your tears away.

He didn’t let you go until he knew you were level headed.

Mammon

He had to come to your room, expecting you guys to go out because you had plans.Before he could open your door he heard sniffling.

Mammon being Mammon barged I’m thinking you were hurt.

When he posed the room as no threat, he immediately ran to you. He scanned your body for any wounds. You curled yourself up to stop him.

“Are you alright? Did someone hurt you ????” The amount of concern I’m his voice was comforting.

You explain your situation and the room went quiet.

Mammon had his fair share of failure.

There were no words spoken.

He brought you onto his lap rubbing his hands up and down your back waiting for you to calm down.

“ Test scores don’t get you tell you how smart or dumb you are. You did the best you could and that’s more than enough.”

Asmo

The class period was meant to look over your exam scores. To compare and seek help.

Asmo had the biggest grin on his face showing you how he got a passing grade.

He stared to ramble on until he realized you weren’t focus on him but you sheet.

He tapped at the page, asking for permission to see it. As soon as he saw your scores he immediately held your hand. He brought them to his lips and kissed each nuckle.

“Don’t let a dumb test tell you what you’re capable of dearest. You’ll find a way to get passed this because you’re strong”

The rest of the period was him going over answers and trying to make you believe in your self once more.

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HARD TO GET [1]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

genre. college au, frat!boy trio , angst , fluff , smut

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explict sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying , introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

word count. 2.5k

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“What about her?” Rindō points at the girl on the far end of the cafeteria table. She was wearing a black tank top with thin straps and currently had her arm on the table, resting her face on her palm.

“Just wait a moment—,” Sanzu says as he waits for her to talk to something. She eventually removes her arm from the table, giving Sanzu a nice clear view of her cleavage. “They sit nice bro, dibs.” Sanzu smiles evilly as Rindō scoffs. “I was the one that found her, but whatever.”

Rindou’s eyes darted from one end of the cafeteria to the next. “Her, in the black, wearing jeans.” Sanzu and Ran both turned to look where Rindō was facing. “Look at her ass bro!” Sanzu was astonished. “Dibs.”

“You can’t just dibs everyone. That one is mine.” Rindō gets defensive and Ran rolls his eyes. Recently, Ran had been getting bored with the same old same old girls. They all let him fuck so easily. He needed a challenge. Something to preoccupy him for a while.

“What about her ?” Ran points to the far end of the cafeteria. “Who?” Sanzu squints and lifts himself off his chair slightly to get a better view.

“Her, in the black hoodie.” Ran points over to you, face engrossed in your laptop as you typed away. “Who the fuck brings their laptop to lunch?” Sanzu says loudly and Ran rolls his eyes laughing , “I don’t know.”

“Don’t even bother.” Rindou quips “you’d have better luck passing the year with your god awful grades than you’ll get fucking her.”

“So she’s difficult?” Ran suddenly becomes a lot more interested in you. “Yeah and boring as shit,” Rindō adds, “she’s in my biology class. Always has her head in her notebook or laptop. Don’t even know what her voice sounds like to be honest.”

Ran lifts his brow as he starts thinking. “Dibs.” He says after a few moments and makes the other two turn to look at him. “Dibs? Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

“I like a challenge.” Ran shrugs and turns back to where you were sitting— but was now vanished. He darts his eyes rapidly tryna see where you are when he sees your black hoodie just leave the cafeteria. Body disappearing into the hallway.

“I’ll be right back boys,” he sends them a wink before hopping out from the table and swiftly walking outside to find you. The hallways were pretty empty since everyone was inside the cafeteria so it was pretty easy to spot you just take a left turn at the end of the hallway.

Ran, using his long legs to his advantage, managed to catch up with so quick enough that before you could reach for the door handle to open it, he was already a step ahead, grabbing the door handle and stepping aside to let you pass.

You looked up at him, muttering a thanks before walking through it. You were completely aware of who he was and his reputation in your school, which is why you decided to stay far away from him and his friends. People like him in general scare you— the way they have the ability to seduce so many girls, manipulate them into falling in love and then fucks them and drops them.

You weren't stupid. You weren't deaf either. Just cause you don't talk to people in school, doesn't mean you're not fully aware of what's going on around you. People in your school barely even know you exist, which is why they can say the most shameless shit around you, acting as if you can't even hear.

You knew the gossip about so many people because of their lack of privacy around you. Last week during class, you heard a girl next to you whisper to her friend that she caught chylamdia fucking this random dude from Tinder.

Another dude in the lunch line was speaking loudly and you overheard him say that his girlfriend was having issues and how she never once came when he fucked her. Your eyes widened as you tried to hold in your laughter, not trying to become a target. Be invisble. You liked it that way.

You've heard about the sob stories told by girls that were victims of Ran Haitani's antics. You knew his little game, and you had too much self respect to ever let yourself get involved with him like that.

So him randomly opening the door for you was surprising, but you shrugged it off thinking that he just was being polite. As you continued walking to your destination. Your fave spot under the steps. The block your fave area in was only for art and design.

Not many people in your school was talented enough to do art, they were all stupid and sometimes you wonder if you're the only person that takes school seriously. Everybody just treats school like a whorehouse.

But back to topic, art and design students were lovely. You never had any friends in that department, but when they would finish their class, they would walk outside with their works in a clear bag and sometimes you just stared and admired how talented people in this department were.

Since it was empty like all the time, the area was peaceful for you, unlike the other ends of the school that are noisy and filled with loud people yelling, screeching, playing music, kissing..... bleh. It all made you disgusted and annoyed and your favourite part of everyday was to come to your special spot that literally onlt 5% of the school know about, (the 5% being the art and design kids).

You keep walking and you could hear Ran behind you, following you. Oh but [Y/N], he might not be following you per say, he might just be heading in this direction. Bullshit. What business does The Haitani Ran have in the Art and Design Department.

You weren't having it so you wanted to test out your little theory, digging in your pockets for a non existent object to throw him off before turning around, walking straight past him. Your suspicions were correct when he grabs your arm before you could fully walk past,

"Where are you going?" He asks and you just come to realise how strong his grip is on your arm without even putting lots of strength. "I lost my," you pause for a quick moment to think for an object, "my pen, I think I left it in the cafeteria,"

Ran tilts his head confused as to why you're stressing over a pen. "A pen? Who cares." You inhale slowly, trying to not lose your mind. "Just cause you don't give a shit about your education, doesn't mean I do. Now let me go." You try to strugle out of his grip but he doesn't budge.

"No just keep walking," he lets you go and places his arm around your shoulder, "Where are you headin?" he asks and you scoff, "Why do you care? Not like you're coming with me."

"I am though, now keep walking."

You shove his arm off your shoulder, "Just leave me alone ok? Don't you have other girls to harass?"

"Harass?" He feigns injury with a fake pout on his face, "you think that lowly of me huh?"

You roll your eyes, "your act isn't doing it for me." You adjust your bag straps before walking to your favourite destination which was at the end of the hall. As soon as you get there, you slide down the wall and bring out your laptop from your bag and earphones from your pocket.

Logging into your laptop you began opening your assignments to start working on. You're fully aware of Ran sitting next to you, watching your everymove but you try your hardest to ignore it. "You have Mr Izumi?" Ran asks as he yanks your earphone from your ear.

"What the fuck?" You ask as you turn and face him. "I don't like being ignored." He responds.

"And I don't like being bothered. I like my peace and quiet so shoo," you slightly pushed him away with your hands before scooting further away from him.

"You interest me," he admits and you shrug, "I don't like you. Leave me alone."

"You'll learn to love me, cause you've caught my eye now. You're-" he pauses thinking for a nice way to say what he wants to say without coming off as a huge jerk, "interesting,"

"Interesting? I'm not a fucking science exhibit. Leave me alone," you tried your hardest to come off as aggresive and rude but Ran just couldn't take you seriously. He thought you looked adorable trying to sass him off.

You knew by the smile threatening to leave his lips that he was not taking you seriously which made you sigh and stand up but he grabbed your hand before you could fully stand, "I'll leave you alone if you give me your number."

You scoff, "no you won't leave me alone. The fuck do you need my number for then?"

"To save it." He shrugs and you roll your eyes. Maybe if you just give him your number, he will stop bugging you in person and only harrass you through text. In your mind, you only had 2 options. Be harrassed in person , ot through text. Though your obvious answer would be neither, but you're talking to Ran so.

"Fine," you reach inside your bag, grabbing a post-it note and scribbling your number onto it. You take the note and stick it on his forehead, "now fuck off."

Ran laughs and removes the post-it from his forehead, "thank you pretty," he reaches out to cup your cheeks but you try and pull away. Unfortunately for you, Ran is faster and manages to cup your cheeks anyway, lifting your chin to see your face properly as he admires how naturally pretty you looked, and not a try hard like most of the girls in school.

Their god awful makeup made Ran wonder if he was genuinely attending a whorehouse everyday he entered school. But he was free to leave now since he got what he was looking for. The first step was complete. Get your number, arrange a few dates, fuck your brains out then block.

He winked at you before standing up and heading back to the cafeteria. You sniggered into your palm as you watched him walk away, knowing that you already won his little game.

By the time he was back at the cafeteria, Rindou and Sanzu were in their usual spot, and he approached them, sitting down next to Sanzu. "Look at what I got," he shows them the number and Rindou's eyes widen in shock, "Not gonna lie, I didn't think you'd pull that off. Congrats bro,"

"I can pull anybody I want, learn from me man," Ran's ego was getting bigger by the second. "Is it real tho?" Sanzu asks.

"What real? Her tits? I dunno, they're covered by the fuckin hoodie-,"

"No, not her jugs, the number. Is it real?" Sanzu repeats. "Oh shit, imagine she gave you a fake number." Rindou adds.

"Dial it right now," Sanzu says and Ran brings out his phone, typing the digits in. "Put it on speaker too."

Ran does what Sanzu says and they all lean into the phone waiting for the rings on the line to stop. "Hello! Welcome to Asaka Treats, would you like to make an order for deliver or takeout?"

Ran's eyes were blown wide as Rindo and Sanzu crack up with laughter, banging their fists on the table as they mocked the womans voice on the other end of the line. "YOU GOT THE WRONG NUMBER AHAHAHAHAHAAH!" Sanzu had tears in his eyes as he held onto his stomach to stop the pain from laughter.

Ran's jaw clenched before hanging up so suddenly. Instantly he stood up and headed back to where you were at. He knows where your special spot it, but by the time he arrived, you had already vanished.

"Ah I see how it is."

You predicted that he would come back and demand your real phone number so as soon as he was gone, you packed up your things and went straight to the library. That was one place you know for a fact he's never visited willingly in his career.

You managed to not see Ran for the rest of the school day, heading straight for your dorm after doing some revision in the library after classes had ended. But your door was left half open. You took a moment, wondering if your roommate had came back from her school trip. But she would've texted no?

A pit formed in your stomach and you were almost scared to enter, but you couldn't stay outside forever. You braced yourself before entering the dorm. You had grabbed a shoe from the shoe rack just incase you needed to beat someone's ass as you maneuvered through the dorm.

Reaching your living room, you saw a figure and held the shoe up ready to throw it just to halt at the last second. "Are you fucking kidding me? Get out,"

"That's not how you greet someone [Y/N]," Ran pouted, hiding away his anger and humilation behind his false pout. "Thought someone as smart as you would have some manners."

"And breaking into people's dorms is so polite?" You raise your brow as he just shrugs, his former pout lifting into a smirk. You sigh, knowing this is going nowhere.

"What do you want?" You glare at him, watching as he just made himself at home on your couch, feet all up on the table like some mad man.

"I want answers."

You knew what he was reffering to, but decides to act dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Cut the shit." He pulls his phone out, "Insert your actual number, don't fuck around with me,"

"I don't want to." You shrug, "now get out," You point to the door but he taps his phone again. The two of you hold a staring contest for not longer than 40 seconds before you realise he isn't gonna give up easily.

"Fine," you snatch the phone from his hands and type in your actual number this time. I'll just ignore his messages, you think as a way to make the situation feel better. "Happy?" You hand the phone back, "now leave my dor-,"

"Not so fast. Let me call it." He shushes you as it starts ringing on his end of the call. It's not long before your phone vibrates from the inside of your hoodie pocket. "There, pleased now? Now get out."

Ran pats your shoulder before walking past you to the door. "See you tommorow," he winks and shuts your door. You let out a deep exhale, thinking what the fuck you've just gotten yourself into.

You know for a fact he isn't pursuing you cause he genuinely likes you. This has to be some sort of bet or something. Just avoid him till he forgets about you.

Yeah, that's what you're gonna do.

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[yunfeiz]

jjk s2 ending brainrot

the jjk s2 ending for the hidden inventory arc is filled with beautiful symbolism. i've been thinking about this so much and i just wanted to get it all down. workers at mappa clearly thought it out and how they wanted everyone to leave each episode. note that i definitely don't have everything all down in this post. i'm not that attentive, so if you have anything else you noticed please let me know.

tl:dr an overwhelming amount of satosugu brainrot filled with betta fishes, water, and pain

NOTE: THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR SHIBUYA ARC AND FURTHER. IF YOU ARE AN ANIME ONLY DO NOT READ THIS.

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OBVIOUSLY i have to talk about the betta fish. i'm gonna go on a pretty long tangent so bare with me but i used to have 4 betta fishes, o, a, p, and e and they all lived in the same tank (it was my first time owning fish). a died of natural causes, p got swallowed whole by o, and e got decapitated by o. if you put betta fishes in a tank together, they will fight it out till the one that is the strongest survives. other than the eyes of the fishes ofc we can also determine which one is the strongest based on the state of their fins. an indication that a betta fish is unhealthy is through their fins. if they are slightly stringy (unless they're a specific kind of betta fish) it is a sign that they're not healthy. sometimes the health issue could come through malnutrition or fighting between betta fishes. we can now further deduce that because geto is the less healthy betta fish, gojo is naturally the strongest of the duo (thus the end of the strongest duo...) another thing to note, by using betta fishes to describe gojo and geto LITERALLY it means that in no world can those two ever be together. they will always fight and one will always emerge victorious while the other will frankly die. they're not fated to be together but rather they're fated to be each others natural enemy.

this is a little bit of a stretch and something that kinda makes zero sense at all but stay with me for now. water in jjk openings and jjk endings is typically used to indicate danger. think sukunas finger literally growing plants out of water and sukuna (no offense to sukunas stans) kinda is just danger all around. through each opening and ending we get to see how each character interacts with danger through the way they interact with water. satosugu is no exception to this. gojo is protected by the water with an umbrella, something he most likely brought with him because he knew it was gonna rain. a couple of things about this are that gojos technique obviously protects him from danger. as long as the technique is activated and he's using reverse cursed technique to unfry his brain, he knows that he will not get hit and it's very hard to actually get him into a dangerous position. the nature of his technique protects him and distances himself away from the danger of curses and whatnot. geto however only has his school bag protecting him and he's obviously going to get wet there is no denying that. even if the schoolbag managed to cover his entire body, his hands would still get wet. getos technique unfortunately is just not as powerful as gojos and can't protect him as well. i am not saying getos technique isn't powerful there's a reason why he's a special grade sorcerer. i'm just repeating what is established in the story and that is geto is simply not as powerful as gojo thus is more susceptible to danger. additionally, the nature of geto's technique quite literally exposes him to danger. he has to literally absorb curses by making them into spheres and using his hands to swallow them. HE IS CONSTANTLY INTERACTING WITH DANGER IN ORDER TO FIGHT AND SURVIVE, which is why he will never be fully protected by it unlike gojo whose technique distances himself away from these curses. geto has to as his technique draws himself closer to these curses. it's the only way he can fight, something he learned a lot from school which is why he is using his schoolbag to protect himself from the rain

this section is going to be shorter than the rest BUT theres this beautiful section of the ending dedicated to these red spider lillies. if you watch a lot of anime you probably already know what these symbolize but they symbolize death and rebirth. pretty obvious as to how it connects to satosugu but this one article i read specifically said that these flowers could also represent the separation of lovers. pretty interesting to think about isn't it? (gege i'm gonna catch you one day just so satosugu can finally live a happy life)

THE BETTA FISHES ARE BACK WOOO. anyways, in the scene with gojo, getofish floats by and gojo doesn't actually fully notice it until its gone. and off the screen. which is LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED IN THE STORY. gojo didn't notice geto's struggle until it was too late. by the time gojo noticed geto had already finished his little mass murdering of the village and he had already decided what he wanted to do. also important to note, gojo follows the fish and continues to stare the second he notices (you guys remember how gojo immediately noticed geto's residuals after 10 years. yeah. me too.) in geto's scene, gojofish floats by all healthy and geto actually immediately notices the fish and immediately avoids eye contact with the fish. geto's pretty naturally attentive. you can actually notice him all throughout the season just quietly staring at gojo. and much like the ending of their friendship, geto can't face gojo directly. i'm not necessarily calling him a wimp?? but like he did the kfc breakup in front of so many people. he's not really talking to gojo directly, more like talking very loudly over others and speaking in identity crisis riddles. i have more thoughts on this but they keep coming out onto the post not the right way i think the fact that geto can't look at gojofish directly has something to do with the fact that geto was the morality check that gojo needed and because of geto's new "mindest" (because i'm a firm believer that geto's morality still remains the same. he is still a very caring individual just he really can't stand non-sorcerers and might be protecting them in his own very fucked-up way) the morality that gojo initially thought was correct kinda just crumbled. but i can't actually formulate a reason for this morality check because it's just a bunch of jumbled thoughts in my brain.

SPOILERS FOR SHIBUYA ARC arcade games really make their way into these don't they. a lot of people have noticed this so i'll keep this brief. the people on the winning side are gojo and shoko, the only people currently alive from the students we're introduced to in hidden inventory. the people on the losing side are geto, haibara, and nanami, all of which are currently dead. something else i noticed is that it's directly gojo and geto that are versing each other in the arcade game and it's rather sad because technically in the end gojo did "win" against geto.

a lot of people have also talked about this so i just want to add my two cents. obviously gojo and shoko are in the light and geto is in the dark, symbolizing the contrasting sides they've taken. but i wanted to specifically talk about this white line. let's just say this white line is the clear shift in what gojo called getos "moral argument". geto is completely past this line and he has rejected his past ideals and shifted his ideals to match his new understanding of the world. gojo is walking away from this line. he was previously on this line, and didnt' understand what geto's "moral argument" was before. now he fully understands and is talking steps to maintain this moral argument. sure he also wants to change the world to be better and where curses are slightly less prevalent, but he's doing it through education and still willing to protect non-sorcerers. shoko is also past the line but she is walking parallel to it. in my opinion, shoko was far more relaxed when she heard about what geto had done and even joked around with him a little bit when they ran into each other. she still has an understanding of geto's previous "moral argument" but she's not necessarily taking any deliberate action to further this argument. she just understands it and isn't rejecting it. do not get me wrong though, she has a very important role in the jujustu world it's just very different from the motivations of gojo who is furthering said moral argument (this is like very messy and i know it probably makes no fucking sense at all)

FINAL ONE and it's probably gonna be pretty long. once again this is talked about a lot so i'll keep the first part sort of brief. irl this bridge only has one road but for the sake of the story, mappa made it two. gojos path leads to land (safety) and geto's path leads to danger (water) (IT'S ALL COMING BACK TOGETHER). what i wanted to talk about was the animation that occurs in this scene. a couple of things happen 1. gojo crosses over to geto's half of the screen 2. geto pushes him back 3. gojo remains on his half for the rest of the scene gojo would've crossed over to geto's side when he was carrying riko's body if geto just said yeah i'd like to kill those fucking annoying people cheering on the death of a literal teenager because they want their god to become something akin to a tree. gojo would've literally obliterated them and probably wouldn't have thought too too much about it as geto was literally his moral guide. at that time whatever geto thought of as moral, gojo kinda just went along with it (he did argue about it ofc, it's gojo). geto however pushes him and says no there's not really a point to kiling them and so gojo remains on this set moral path for literally the rest of his life. in my personal opinion, gojo remains set on this path because riko meant a lot to geto and gojo and for geto to say there's no point in killing them even though the organization was so cruel for no reason, then this argument obviously becomes incredibly compelling. this also could explain why gojo couldn't find the point in geto's mass murder of the village

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those are all my thoughts that i really wanted to get down. please let me know if theres anything else that is in this ending that will cause me to sob i am all ears. satosugu actually has ruined my life so a little more probably won't hurt (it will)

#jjk #jjk season 2 #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #i hate them so much but they're my little babies im gonna die #one day i will fight gege akutami and i won't stop till satosugu is happy #tears man #going to rip my hair out bye bye

[goosetrainer]

Thank goodness the palkia/dialga raids are 5☆, couldn't have dealt with another mewtwo fiasco.

Quick guide this time, them being lv. 75 makes them much easier to deal with and leaves more options to choose from; but they're still legendaries, so I'll drop some guidelines and a couple builds.

About both:

They're both dragon tera, both know Draco Meteor (only dragon type move of their set) and Fire Blast. They wipe the player's stats modifications and ability once at 80% HP left, and their own twice at 75% and 50% time left.

Draco Meteor can be exploited if you can survive it comfortably once (bring a non-fairy type with enough special defense/HP), let it hit you so the enemy's special attack goes down by its own and you only have to care about your offensive power.

However, since there are TWO enemy side stat wipes, and they are fairly close, you would have to survive a full-strenght Draco Meteor thrice!

The other way is to bring a fairy type and make your own special defense (via Calm Mind and Amnesia).

In any case, it's more efficient to buff your own statistics than debuff the enemy's.

DIALGA

Lots of coverage here, mainly in the form of Steel Beam (BAD news for fairies!). It also has a move that can lower your special defense (Earth Power) and a once-per-battle scripted Iron Defense.

It looks incredibly hard to beat on paper, but in reality it's still only lv. 75 and can be done with a common all-purpose Azumarill (you know the one: fairy tera, max attack & HP, huge power, shell bell, belly drum + play rough? Remember to teach it or make it remember Amnesia)

The trick is to NOT terastallize. It'll be a bit slower, but Steel Beam hurts a lot when you lose the resistance from the water typing and maybe it was me but it kept critting >:(

Instead, use Amnesia at the start of the battle, attack until the shield goes up (NO Belly Drum before that), Amnesia again - possibly 2-3x, then check how much life you've got left and see if you can slip a Belly Drum before attacking with Play Rough.

Keep in mind that you will probably die at some point (not gamebreaking, I won after fainting twice in the same try so it's doable) and if you do you have to reapply at least one Amnesia each time you come back. On the other hand you don't need to use Belly Drum, because Dialga will have a preference for Steel Beam which, while strong, also hurts the user - you can literally spend the entire duration of the shield setting up and watching it go down by itself.

Use healing cheers sparingly, keep them in case you get burned by Fire Blast, or for when you're done maxing out your attack and special defense but you risk going k.o. and the Shell Bell won't heal you enough.

You could try Leftovers instead, too. It's a bit more annoying but the healing is better (and not dependent on how much damage you deal, which is not a whole lot, this time...)

Azumarill can also learn Light Screen via TM, forgot about it so I can't say how efficient it would be and when to use it, but could def help

All in all not the cleanest solution in my repertoire, but I would hope everyone and their mother has a raid-grade Azumarill by now u-u

PALKIA

Would have loved to use Azumarill on this one as well, but it has Thunder (AND Rain Dance) so no can do.

Great results with Florges, though (which is nice since there are event mass outbreaks of Flabebe rn). Any other pure fairy type with good special bulk and access to Calm Mind (OR both Amnesia and Nasty Plot/Swords Dance/Belly Drum, depending on which offensive stat is higher) and Moonblast (or whatever other strong fairy type move your pokemon of choice can learn) will do. Other strong contenders we didn't try are Sylveon, Clefable (especially with Magic Guard!) and maybe Scream Tail.

Palkia, too, between Draco Meteor, Fire Blast, Hydro Pump, and Thunder, has great supereffective coverage, but thankfully they all only hit fairy neutrally. Just need enough special defense to tank everything.

Our Florges had 252 EVs in special defense and special attack (and 4 in HP), a Shell Bell, and only ended up using Calm Mind and Moonblast. Sylveon-Clefable-Scream Tail would use the exact same build of course.

They're less common pokemon to have for raids (unless that was your choice for the Charizard event), but once they're ready the battle is extremely easy. Use one single Calm Mind at the start of the battle, Moonblast until your stat modifications get nullified, now use 6x Calm Mind, terastallize if you can (if not use more Moonblast(s) to charge), and simply more Moonblasts until Palkia goes down.

You can use a healing cheer if you end up paralyzed by Thunder, but there's plenty of time so you can even ignore it and let your walking bouquet miss a couple of turns, without fear of being kicked out. You can 100% ignore burns from Fire Blasts too, as it doesn't have any effect on your special attack and you heal much much faster than the chip damage it deals.

If you want to be safer you can bring moves like Draining Kiss, Wish, or Synthesis for emergency healing, but again you could literally do this battle with 2 moves only >:)

More info

Other useful things you may want to know.

-the natures seem fixed (Quiet for Dialga, Modest for Palkia). The IVs apparently not, though. They will have 4 stats at random with max IVs, and the other 2 with random IVs. I didn't reset a lot but I think the IV spread is fixed as long as the location is (in other words: if you're looking for a different IV spread, you have to change the date - or wait for it to change by itself. If you save in front of the den - or, really, anywhere - the IV spread is fixed again, and needs another date change to change again). Keep it in mind if you're looking for certain stats.

-they do not have their signature moves yet (will learn them at a higher level)

-their ability is basically useless in these raids, so pretend they don't have one

-I didn't mention that Dialga also has Trick Room (it actually works to your favor if you bring Azumarill, but only for the first 5 turns) and Stealth Rock (deals some damage upon reentering from a ko, not much of a problem unless you bring like. A Talonflame. Do not bring a Talonflame).

-advanced trick for Dialga: if you think you're going to die on the next turn (let's say you are at 10HP left, no sp.def. boost, and you can't be sure Heal Up will bring you back to over half HP): you try and terastallize. If you're lucky, Dialga will kill you with Steel Beam instead of Earth Power or Fire Blast, and the doubled damage to you (because of your type change) will mean double recoil damage to itself. If you're EXTRA lucky and Azumarill acts first you can also get more direct damage from a tera-boosted Play Rough. Not a game changer but anything helps!

-Dialga again (sorry that's the one from the version I own so I had more time to mess with it, lol): Dudunsparce, Umbreon, BELLIBOLT, and Mudsdale npc allies are... not as necessary as with Mewtwo, but definitely very very welcome

#gen 9 #tera raids #guides #pkmn #pokemon #palkia #dialga

[vermillioncrown]

do you know who else likes horoscopes and astrology? teenage girls. it’s my very strong held belief that the girls on shinchan’s class adore him. maybe in the first week the girls sat in front if him were gossiping with each other about boys, and one of them was complaining and the other scoffs “god, i bet he’s a libra” and shinchan snorts. thus quickly making it know to the entire freshman grade girls that shinchan is without a doubt the expert on the subject. they be making star charts and calculating couple odds, planning perfect days for outings etc etc. the girl next class who plays tarot and shinchan have a Reputation, they’re revered guides and advisers. one bad word out of shinchan’s mouth will tank any boy’s chance at getting dates (not only bc of the horoscope thing but bc actually shinchan is a very sweet weirdo who has a strong moral code). between shinchan’s army of devoted girls and his biceps, and later on takao, the boys of his class maintain a very health respect for him. and that’s wo even considering his basketball mythos.

i like the vibes of most of this, but i think there's more of a western, irreverent treatment of horoscopes + superstition going on in your depiction anon.

bc i'm diaspora chinese, i can't speak for japanese culture. but it's been kinda agreed amongst a lot of my asian friends (huge demographic where i grew up) that we're all culturally superstitious.

it wouldn't be a "ugh i bet he's a libra" type remark. the girls would be worried, full discussion "idk if B-kun is compatible... he's been blah blah blah..." and her friend might pull up the latest magazine and say "what was he, again? libra? we should consult. get his blood type, too?"

and our weirdo shin-chan wouldn't be able to help but "hmph. a libra with AB-blood type is highly untrustworthy. this will not end well for you" (it's also a thing to ascribe blood typing with personality typing, too)

first girl starts whimpering and is about to burst into tears, the other girls glare at shin-chan for being so tactless

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but it plays out as he says. turns out, 'B-kun' was double-dipping girls from different schools.

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the reputation evolves. if you can brave the cold tsun-tsun front that is shintaro midorima's everything (having takao around to shit on him helps), catch him on a good day, he will be willing to disseminate your horoscope concerns. but this is a guy who is not direct when it comes to helping people, believes in people needing to do their best to get the best payout (so if it feels like people are using him as lazy google rather than as a genuine in-depth resource he's not helping).

he shares an unspoken mutual respect with tarot-chan in the next class over.

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eh he might see the type of things that the girls are devoted to (re: dating and love) as a bit frivolous, but he'll acknowledge the ones that are putting their full effort into success. there's understanding that develops.

he's like the class pet lmao.

after seeing him go through death without his lucky items and takao's very real fear that the shin-chan event horizon could also threaten his life, there is a very healthy respect for everything shintaro midorima. leave him to his own happenings. he's the class cryptid. the teachers might scold him but his classmates just deal with it. the boys start jokingly (but not really,, but what if...?) asking for shin-chan's blessings on things

"i am not a priest nanodayo" >:(

they have to rearrange the class display for the school festival because shin-chan got bad vibes lol

oh yeah, the boys are more secretive about it but they also ask for his consultations on dating compatibility - this one is even funnier bc takao basically sharks them for a consultations. and uses the money to buy the two of them snacks

#inquiry #Anonymous #on bil #i want to say he's like a beloved weirdo in his class and school #a Character #everyone knows of him #i honestly cannot wait to be done with touou and write more shin-chan encounters #si!kagami and shin-chan get along and it's a weird duo #it helps that shin-chan has never been the same type of casually cruel that the other GoM members were #are*

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 12)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.2k

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Chapter 12 - Make You Feel My Love

I peeked up over my book surreptitiously once again.  I couldn't help it.  Emily looked so cute at the other end of the couch completely engrossed in her own book.  I wished I could get into mine, but after five minutes of reading the same page over and over again, I deemed it a lost cause.  How could I keep my eyes on my book when she looked that precious?  I loved Emily in a suit, but there was something so carefree and adorable about her in jeans and a tank top with her hair piled on top of her head.  Not to mention those damn reading glasses perched on her nose.  Those did it for me every time.

No matter how long I stared at her over the top of my book, she didn't seem to notice.  So I stared unabashedly.  With my eyes, I traced the lines of her lips, her jaw, the slope of her nose.  She was so pretty it hurt.  Without looking up, she asked, "Play for me?"  I froze.  "Since apparently you aren't going to read," she teased.  I shoved her thigh with my foot from across the couch.  I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn't really find it in me.

"How did you know?!"

"Profiler, remember?" she asked, pointing to herself, her mouth twisting up into a smirk.  I got lost looking at her sweet smile.  "So?" she asked again, tickling the bottom of my foot. 

I screeched and wrenched it back.  "So what?"

"Are you going to play for me?  It's been over a week since I've heard you play."

I chuckled.  "I can't help it if you're always leaving to go on a case, Em," I said hopping up from the couch.  I needed to work on my recital piece anyway.  I crossed the room, pulled the bench out, and sat down to play.  It was unnerving to feel Emily's eyes on me.  As I warmed up with some classics, I felt self-conscious about my every movement.  Emily had never watched me play.  She was often home when I played, but she had never been in the same room.  What would she think?  Why was I so hung up on this?

I started in on my recital piece.  I needed it to be perfect by next week.  The pressure was increasingly weighing down on me.  It didn't help that Emily was watching.

When I finished the song, I heard her softly ask, "Do you sing too?"

I looked down, embarrassed.  "Yes," I whispered.  I was hoping she wouldn't hear.

"Sing for me."  It wasn't a question.  "Please," she said softly.

I drummed my fingers over the keys frantically trying to come up with a song to sing for Emily.  I was sure it was no coincidence that the first one that came to mind was Adele's version of "Make You Feel My Love" by Bob Dylan.  As I started singing the lyrics, I knew this had been a mistake.  It was too telling.  Surely she would understand my feelings after I finished.  I had made a grave error choosing this song; everything would change after this.

As I got to the last verse, something in my heart shifted.  I couldn't do this anymore.  I needed her to know.  I just needed her.  She had changed my life completely.  I wished I could look in her eyes as I sang the last bit, but I was too much of a coward.  My choice in lyrics would have to suffice for now.  "I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.  Nothing that I wouldn't do, go to the ends of the Earth for you, to make you feel my love."

I let the last notes hang in the air, the gravity of the moment pressing down on me.  I didn't know if it was just me or if she felt it too.

"Indi," she gasped reverently.  I stood up, about to leave the room, too embarrassed to stay.  "Hey wait!  Where are you going?"  She snagged my arm and pulled me down next to her on the couch.  "That was so beautiful, Indi.  You're so talented, I am constantly in awe of you."

Me?  Surely I had heard her wrong.  Her hand softly brushed my hair away from my face, her thumb brushing over my cheekbone.  "I mean it, India Mae.  You are something else."

"Thank you," I said shyly.

Sensing my discomfort, she changed the subject.  "Look, I know it isn't on the schedule, so you don't have to say yes, but will you go to this dinner at the country club with me next week?  It's going to be dreadful – so many of those insufferable women there.  I don't want to go alone."

You make it sound so appealing, Em, I thought dryly.  "What day is it?"

"Next Friday night."  She looked so hopeful; I was sorry I had to decline her request.

"I can't that night.  I have a recital," I responded.

"Why didn't you tell me??" she asked, genuinely upset I hadn't told her.  I suddenly was nervous I had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Emily.  It slipped my mind until recently.  And I saw the schedule was empty, so I didn't think-"

"You misunderstand," she interrupted.  "I'd like…I'd like to come to stuff like that," she said nervously.  I sat back, shocked.  Just last week I had been lamenting the fact that Emily wouldn't be there to support me.  I was upset with myself for even wanting that, because she wasn't my girlfriend, and I wasn't entitled to her support.  "That is, if you want me there…"  She seemed nervous, as well.

I don't know what emboldened me – the song, her closeness – but I grabbed her hand and said, "I didn't ask, because I didn't think you would want to come.  It's just a boring, old piano recital."

"Are you going to be performing?" she asked softly.

"Yes…?"

"Then it isn't a boring old anything," she said firmly.  My breath caught in my throat at the feel of her finger lifting my chin.  I stopped breathing.  "So can I come?"

"What about your dinner?" I asked breathlessly.

"This is way more important.  I can always reschedule."

"You really want to?" I asked trying to tamp down the hope blooming in my chest.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said softly.

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I stared up at the ceiling, willing myself to fall asleep.  The recital was tomorrow night, and I couldn't sleep.  My bed felt huge, empty, and cold.  I was anxious about tomorrow, and my usual calming remedies weren't working.  Normally, on a night like this, I would beg Penelope for a cuddle during a movie night.  But she wasn't here.  I was all alone.

I threw the covers back with a huff.  There was no hope of sleeping any time soon, so I sneaked downstairs to read or watch TV.  I laid down on the couch, anxiety swimming through me.  It was completely ridiculous to be this anxious.  This was my third year in school, and I'd had a million recitals before this, often for much higher stakes.  Entrance and scholarship auditions were far more important than this mid-semester recital.  This should mean nothing to me.

But it wasn't nothing.  Because Emily had never been to one of my recitals before.  I cared about her opinion more than I should.  But I couldn't lie to myself and say this recital wasn't important.   It would be my first performance with her.  I wanted to be perfect for her.

I squirmed around on the couch, not quite sure what it was I was missing.  I was craving something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.  I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to hold myself together.  How could I be craving something I couldn't name? 

This was insane.  I needed to get a grip.  I flopped on my side and groaned.  I guess a little too loudly because I heard Emily call out, "Indi?"  She popped her head around the corner.  I sat up in shock.  I drooled at the sight of Emily in tight leggings and a tight pullover as she walked in the living room.  Her outfit left little to the imagination.  It was the perfect distraction from the chaos in my mind.  "What are you doing up?" she asked coming to sit down next to me.

My heart rate increased by her close proximity, as it always did.  She smelled incredible, even at the end of the day.  "Uhh what are YOU doing up?" I hedged.

"I asked you first."

I sighed.  "I couldn't sleep," I admitted softly.  She flopped her arm over the back of the couch, enclosing me in her space.  My breathing increased.  I needed her even closer – when had I gotten so needy?

"Why's that?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I don't know, just normal jitters," I downplayed my feelings.

"Jitters for what, baby?"  I melted at her pet name.  Why was she using them so much recently?  It was playing games with my head.

"It's nothing important, Em.  Honest," I dismissed.

"Indi," she said disappointed.  "It's not nothing.  I want to be here for you."

My heart swelled.  I smiled softly.  "It's stupid."

She cupped my face and stared deep into my eyes.  "Nothing keeping you up could be stupid.  Let me help."

"I-" I swallowed thickly.  I had never really expressed my fears with anyone but my mom and Penelope before.  This felt incredibly personal and vulnerable.  "I'm just nervous."

"For what, baby?"  Her thumb started tracing over my cheekbone, and I closed my eyes at the comfort.  Now that she was touching me, I felt safe and at home.  I never wanted it to end.

"I'm nervous about tomorrow.  Which is so stupid because I've done a hundred recitals before.  Some with even harder pieces.  This piece is easy!  This recital shouldn't be any different than the others!" I ranted.

"Hey!"  Her other hand lifted to my cheek to sandwich my face between her hands.  "Look at me.   It's not stupid to be nervous, but you have no reason to be.  You are incredibly talented.  I know you are going to blow everyone away, tomorrow.  And I'm really looking forward to it."

"Thank you."  I felt better just hearing her reassurances.

"Of course, angel."  Her hand fell and tickled my side.  I shrieked loudly, trying to move away from her, but her arm circled around my waist and pulled me closer.  I was trapped between her and the couch.  And her fingers were relentless.  "I like seeing you smile like that," she admitted quietly.

The air shifted; it charged into something intense.  Her fingers stilled.  She was looking at me so intently.  And it clicked for me: the yearning I had felt earlier that I couldn't identify was a yearning for Emily, for her touch.  I was addicted to Emily, and I needed her. 

She leaned in, closing the gap between us.  The electricity sparked between us, nearly scorching me.  "Em," I gasped breathlessly.  And her lips were on mine.  If I thought the electricity between us was strong before, it was nothing compared to now.  Involuntarily, I leaned forward to deepen the kiss.  All kisses before this were nothing.  Emily felt like heaven.  Emily's lips were divine.

Her tongue sneaked out to trace the edge of my lower lip.  I opened my mouth, and her tongue caressed my own.  Before I could hold it back, I moaned into her mouth.  Emily's kiss was magic.  I was frantic for her, desperate.  Her hand dug into my hip, drawing me closer.  I swung a leg over her lap and straddled her, tightening my hand in her hair.  I pulled back, gasping for air, "Emily."  Her lips never left my skin, falling instead to my neck where she continued her barrage of kisses.

I felt her hot tongue trail up from my collarbone to behind my ear.  "Fuck, Em," I gasped again.  I had never been this vocal before, but I couldn't be embarrassed.  I was too lost in the moment.  She felt incredible below me.  I had never wanted someone so badly.  I rocked my hips into hers and reclaimed her lips.  Her hand fell to my ass, pulling me closer, helping me grind into her faster.  "Em, please!" I begged, though I couldn't identify for what.

"India, my god," she said just as breathless.  I rested my head against her forehead.  Her thumb traced patterns into my hip.  I shuddered at the feel.  She reached up to peck me once again on the lips. 

I stared into her eyes, my chest still heaving from her kisses.  "Em, what are we doing?"

"I don't know," she said with earnest eyes.  "All I know is that I need you.  And I'm tired of ignoring it."

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Continue to next chapter

#🌬 fics #tastes like sugar #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds au #wlw writing

[bpdstevenuniverse]

// TRIGGER WARNING - conservative christianity

at least in my context, i think bullying exists in every school, sadly. in my country cases of bullying are extremely common and many ppl i know have been bullied themselves in the past.

and what makes my experience particularly infuriating is that my school was catholic and it always claimed to love and welcome every student.

i was ostracized. boys would bully me to no end. girls would gossip behind my back. teachers would either ignore me or humiliate me in front of the whole class. everyone in that goddamn school judged me and my every step. and even when i tried to seek help, they didn't do shit about it. worse, they convinced me i was the one in the wrong. i was the troublemaker, the violent one, the aggressive one that picked fights with everyone. my school then only allied with my parents.

and i wasn't the only one. only in my year, there were several bullying victims. most of them were poc like me, neurodivergent, disabled, fat etc. one of my closest peers was bullied since second grade (and i mean ELEMENTARY school) and nothing was done. sometimes high school idiots would bully much younger students, e.g. i heard once that some dudes locked a kid inside the boys' restroom. actually, i also had a couple of dumbasses two years ahead of me that wouldn't leave me alone, either.

again, this is a school whose CORE VALUE is about loving the other. it's about accepting all students and all their differences. but believe me, my school cared more about girls wearing tank tops or tight shorts than its MULTIPLE victims of bullying. there is the fact that it's a private school though, so that must explain a lot.

i may be agnostic, but still, this isn't what catholicism is based around. jesus loved every single person, and he especially fought for repressed groups. you can't fucking use jesus as a shield and then shit on his teachings. i guess he fucking died for nothing, then.

#trauma #childhood trauma #cptsd #actuallybpd #actuallybullied #actuallybipolar #religion #ableism tw #venting #personal #my journal

[nochi-quinn]

campaign 3 episode 50: there's only seven of you (for now)

Let's see if I can do a liveblog after six weeks of not watching!

(it started to feel like a job)

I miss jester

IT IS BEGIN

I know we're probably getting Keyleth but god would I love a Dorian cameo

aw, I miss marisha's "girls" tank

liam with the thumbhole hoodie is very good tho

liam

"orgy 2.0"

if a skyship leaves the dock at 8pm going 120 feet per round

"ira get the FUCK up here"

enjoying the corruption arc of the changebringer entirely through fcg

anyone: ludinus liam: >:[

"bacchanalian" greek mythology exists in exandria, canon

"you would turn into a bird - " "and fly far, far far away" what a reference

man I got noise canceling headphones for christmas for the first time ever and I've barely taken them off since, imogen is a mood

this whole "crash the ship" plan is big "ram the blade ship" energy

stop saying final destination

oh THAT was a throwback

oh we've reached Marisha Chair Perch and we're not even in combat yet

relax she's just putting it out there

"no plan survives contact with bells hells" is not as catchy as "no plan survives contact with the mighty nein" but is equally as true

matt changing the light to move them along like turning the light off in a daycare to signal naptime

uh oh spaghettios

laura literally stopping mid-sentence to let them meme sdkfjsl

matt stop death flagging xandis

meanwhile ira is living his best life

"I'll look for a tree" oh the flashbacks

laudna puts on skin tone foundation but doesn't blend the neck

fearne: you shut the FUCK up

"don't do anything stupid" "oh this is ALL stupid"

I am not prepared

neither are they

if xandis dies I riot

sam

I'm not okay

ASHTON

where the fearne/ashton shippers at, come get your juice

you know liam's distracted, he didn't reach up instead of out

no plan survives etc etc

DISLIKE

"that's above your pay grade, son" holy shit imogen

oh shit

DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY kdjflks

tag urself I'm ashley

"welp, we gotta kill them" sam reads my persona 5 liveblogs

guards: purple sus

TRAVIS

sam

HIM BIG

all this cool stuff I can't afford makes me wish I had an in-person game

or any game, lbr

TREE OF DREAD

"titties?"

"good thing I got this ring of fire protection" slkdfjf

"now we're playing with portals"

IN-TENTS

"testicles" I heard that liam

"can I try to - fuck it" right in front of my salad?

their bane noises are starting to sound like furbies

ykw travis had a point can we have fjord's ring of fire protection

"I'm gonna use a toy" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

YEAH

hey

hey matt

hey matt what the fuck

SHE??

"she looks like an asshole" marisha: fuck yeah she does

"is the dirt wizard here?"

"he's quite a loyal dog" something something dog of the military FMA joke

HE

liam exploded

the accent

travis also exploded

extremely funny to hear beau try to talk shit about anybody else's stealth plans

"cool if we kill your mom?" beauregard

"shut the fuck up, wolfy"

l i a m

"they're level nine you guys"

(level nein)

quick somebody ask caleb what time it is

all of the german is slowly leeching out of matt's accent

travis had the same thought as me sldjfsk

marisha's goblin crouch perch

chetney

liam finally got to be on the other side of that

nobody told you to wolf out, chet

laudna's crush on ira is funny when it's fucking around but when she starts genuinely arguing he wouldn't do some fuck shit in a heartbeat it's annoying

I THOUGHT SO

oh that timing gives me anxiety

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

[gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning]

Unexpected Guests

(One-shot)

Delenn was packing up a few things for makeshift altars for the next few weeks when she heard the door open they stood from where she was crouched in their closet.

"Hey Kelly, hav-" the question died half spoken on her lips when they saw her parents instead of her roommate.

"What are you doing here?" Delenn asked her parents, voice barely a whisper.

"We just want you to visit more often when we're home so we don't have drive half way across the city to see our only child dear," their mother said sickly sweet honey coating her words.

"Yes, so why don't you just come home, forget about your little rebellion and we can forgive you for your little religious muck up," her father continued where their mother left off.

"You- you can't make me. And I-i can't leave right now. It's a tech week for the vet course and if I'm not here it'll tank my grades badly, " Delenn rushed out body tense shifting into fight or flight mode.

"Very well dear," her mother said smiling placidly although Delenn had to suppress a shiver at the rage she could see in their mother's eyes. Her parents walked out of her dorm and Delenn didn't relax until the door shut all the way. Delenn whipped around pulling out a peice of paper and a pen and hurriedly scribbling down a note. Delenn set the pen down leaving the note on her rooms desk and swiped her hand up into the air all of the supplies she needed for alters packing them selves into boxes and the vanishing into a storage space pocket dimension.

" The only place I'll be safe where they won't be able to track me down is in the streets of Gotham," She muttered to themself voice barely a whisper trembling with the rush of fear she was feeling. Delenn used their magic subtly making sure her parents weren't waiting somewhere on campus to ambush her. Before jumping out her dorm window makeing sure it closed behind them and disappearing into the streets of Gotham City.

[cleartriumphmagazine]

Love song part 4

This part will be written in Aila and Ivan's perspective

Aila's part

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will arriving in Las Vegas in 15 minutes. Please stow your carry-ons and put your tray table up. Thank you for flying with Delta airlines." The flight was only for 3 hours, but it felt like the one of 15-hour flights that I sometimes have to take to Japan. I'm nervous, but not about the fight. I'm nervous about seeing Ivan. Maybe even meeting him. And I want to meet him more than than anything. I even put on a nicer top than I usually wear for traveling, just in case. Right now I'm wearing an army green tank top and loose, lightweight black shorts. I even curled my hair and but on makeup. I usually wear a sweatshirt and tracksuit bottoms to travel, or a t-shirt and leggings in summer. My hair us usually in a messy bun, and don't even have face cream on. That's usually so that I'm overlooked by fans. But there is no hiding from cameras today. I surely don't want to be on the cover of a magazine dressed like a bum. My fans wouldn't care, but reporters would poke little jabs in the article. But we all now I didn't dress up for them. I dressed up for Ivan. Does he even notice women? Oh my God. This is first time in a while that I've tried to impress a man. When I'd go on blind dates or ones my friends set up, I'd dress up if course, but that's because all eyes are on me. I realise something. I haven't been living for myself since Yaroslav died. I've pretended I'm ok, but once I'm alone in my house, I break down. My friends don't even know. I hate to say this, but I can't completely trust them. If one wants fame, all they have to do us record a Tiktok and become known as the one who exposed Aila Balboa. I need someone I can trust. Yaroslav filled that void. Now I don't have anyone to do that. I want to cry. Tatyana sees the look on my face an whispers: "Don't cry. Ivan won't like it if your face is all read and you have shit coming out of your nose and mascara running down your face." "How do you know?" "Is this sly first day as Tatyana?" I smile, and she does too. I step out of the tunnel thing connecting us to the plane. There are dozens of reporters waiting for us. Well, we aren't hard to miss. The heavyweight champion of the world, the former heavyweight champion of the world, and a singer that has won five grammys in her 6 year career. We're the paparazzi's dream. I shpit over them to try and get them to shut up. It doesn't work, but a second later, they leave us alone, and their attention turns to something behind us. I turn my head to look, and there he is. Ivan is right behind me. I feel a flush coming to my cheeks. His eyes meet mine for a second. They're smiling when his mouth can't. I even see a little bit if blush on his cheeks.

Ivan's part

I'm listening to my go to playlist. It's mostly Aila Balboa songs. All my favorite ones. Salt, Juliet with a gun, Dancer, Experience, how love works, and Carol of the Bells. That one's my favorite. It's like no other version of the song. She kept it classic, but added passion. In an interview with her, it was for her ex, Yaroslav, who died shortly after the song came out. It was one of the songs I her 6th grade choir concert, and she'd promised her mother she'd get the solo. Her mother had terminal cancer, and she promised her that she'd perform the solo for her. Unfortunately, her mother died before the concert. I feel bad for her. She's been through hell. I just want to give her a hug. Her tragic past is not the only reason I want to hug her. She has been my celebrity crush since she started making music. She's going to be in Vegas. Maybe I'll get to meet her. I don't know how we'd ever make it work, but maybe she likes me back. I then see Nikolai, the annoying man who speaks for me during everything, walks across the private jet's floor toward me. I switch my playlist of her music to my one of patriotic Russian songs. He pulls out one of my earbuds and starts jabbering. "Ivan, you don't talk to anyone but me. You understand?" I sigh out a yes. The second I step off the plane, reporters are going crazy. But I tune them out. Aila is in front of me. She turns around, and she starts blushing immediately. I smile at her with with myeyes. She keeps blushing, but I know she understands.

#ivan drago

[jellyfishright]

At A Distance, Spring Is Green -BL Version (Yeo Jun x Nam Soo Hyun)-Chapter 20 : Light and Darkness

"Let's talk about what we thought about the other group's presentation." Soo Hyun addressed his team mates for the group project.

"They were good." Yeo Jun replied.

Kim So-Bin, "They were creative and I liked their stories."

"Why do you ask?" Gung-Ho questioned.

"We won't get the highest mark at this rate." Soo Hyun answered.

Surprised, Gung-Ho looked at Soo Hyun. "You wanted to get the highest mark?"

Chun-Guk elbowed his friend. "He always gets the highest marks."

"We'll try to make our story stand out." Soo Hyun went back to addressing the group. "But it has limits. Do you have any other ideas?"

"Then why don't we focus on casting?" Jun suggested.

"What or who did you have in mind?" Soo Hyun was curious.

Yeo Jun smiled at him. "Leave it to me."

The group was gathered for the next meeting.

"Did you find someone to cast?" Soo Hyun asked.

Yeo Jun looked at him. "I told you I'd take care of it."

"Who is it?"

"Kim Hye-Yoon."

"Why her?" Soo Hyun questioned.

"She reminds me of you when we first met." Jun replied.

"What?" Soo Hyun looked at him

"Is she a psycho too?" Gung-Ho asked. Everyone at the table looked at him. "Ahh..I mean, is she a unique soul as well?" he tried to cover his blunder.

"Did she agree to it?" Soo Hyun asked

"She would like to know the concept first." Soo-Bin informed him.

"The concept will be a bright and vibrant youth." Yeo Jun piped up.

"Would displaying a fantasy work?" Soo Hyun looked at Yeo Jun "It'll only seem unrealistic."

"I also agree that it should be more realistic." Chun-Guk added.

"So you want to go for hyperrealism?" Jun asked. "This is a PR video, not a documentary.Tough reality isn't what we wish to see in ad campaigns."

"That could be true for a commercial ad. We'd be right to only highlight the joy of youth. But this is a school assignment." pointed out

"Must it be heavy and dark though?" Jun countered.

"Let's be mindful of Professor Park's lessons. Would highlighting the positive side of youth speak out to him?"

"It only has to be fun and exude positive energy." Yeo Jun wasn't backing down "There's no need to consider the professor's preferences."

"But our grades are on the line." Soo Hyun looked at the stubborn person sitting across from him "Although, as a freshman, you probably wouldn't care."

"What does being a freshman have to do with this?" 

"Team Leader is right you know." Gung-Ho spoke. "As you all know,  I tanked my last assignment."

"I need a good score to make up for it." Chun-Guk finished Gung-Ho's thought.

"Me too." Hye-Jie agreed

"Still. What's fun to do leads to a good outcome." Kim Soo-Bin  offered her thoughts

Soo Hyun sighed. "I see we can't get on the same page." He closed his notebook "Well I have a class to get to."

He stood to his feet and looked at Yeo Jun. "I'll be home late after my shift."

Jun looked at him and pouted "I won't be home anyway."

Soo Hyun shook his head and slung his bag over his shoulder.

The others looked at the retreating Soo Hyun and the pouting Yeo Jun. These two were definitely giving off a weird vibe.

'"Is something up between you and Soo Hyun?" Kim Soo-Bin asked Yeo Jun as they walked to lunch like always.

"No." he replied. "We're as good as ever."

"I think you should reconsider his proposal." 

Yeo Jun looked at her in surprise. "Weren't you taking my side earlier?Make up your mind."

Soo-Bin chuckled. "I'm not really taking sides. I just think it might be better to show our realities and not just the positive side of things."

"My life is actually pretty dark." Yeo Jun sighed. "Or it used to be.But wouldn't we want to remember only happy memories when we look back at these times?"

"But the one in pain is still you as well." Soo-Bin replied.

"I'd rather discard him somewhere." Yeo Jun confessed.

"He still helped to make you who you are today."

"I guess you're right."

"Won't it be uncomfortable at home with Soo Hyun?"

Yeo Jun smiled. "Soo Hyun is prickly but he is not one to stay angry."

"You know him so well now." Soo-Bin said.

Yeo Jun looked at the clock by his bedside. 9pm. Soo Hyun had been home for atleast half an hour but he hadn't come close to him even once.

Prior to his arrival he'd been sitting in the living room waiting. When he heard the door lock he made a mad dash to the bedroom to save face a little.

Now so much time had passed and he hadn't even come to say hello. He was sure he knew he was home.

Was he really holding a grudge?

Jun frowned. 

Since Soo Hyun wasn't coming in, he would just go out and appear in his line of vision. He didn;t have to speak, he just needed him to see him.

Settled on that idea, Jun left the room. He was just at the bathroom door when he came face to face with Soo Hyun. They looked at each other before awkwardly looking away simultaneously.

"You should go first." Yeo Jun pointed to the bathroom door.

"No, you go ahead."

"I'm not that desperate you know." Jun insisted.

"Me neither."

"Elders first." Jun said

"It doesn't extend to peeing." Soo Hyun made a face.

Yeo Jun nodded. "Right. Since I'm younger, I'll go first."

Soo Hyun put out a hand to stop him. "No. I'll go first." he hastily stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

With Soo Hyun inside, Jun knocked on the door. "Just so you know, I really do need to go."

When Soo Hyun exited the bathroom, Yeo Jun was still waiting outside. Without a word, he stepped by him and made a beeline for the sofa.

A few minutes later Yeo Jun appeared.

"I'm craving a late night snack." he said, loud enough for Soo Hyun to hear.  "Maybe Pizza? or Fried Chicken?" Soo Hyun pretended not to hear "Tteokbokki?"

Jun pouted. He really was ignoring him.

Leaving Soo Hyun in the living room, he made his way to the kitchen.

A short while after, a delicious smell permeated the air.

"Gosh.This looks so good." Jun squealed as he stirred the pot. "I wonder how far the smell will travel."

Soo Hyun continued to pillow his head on his hands as he laid down in the sofa.

"Mm..This is too much for one person." Yeo Jun continued to speak loudly. "I guess I have no choice. I'll just have to throw it away."

Soo Hyun grunted and got up off the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

"What?" he raised a brow when Yeo Jun looked at him.

"This is just for me." Yeo Jun said "It's only one portion."

"One portion?" Soo Hyun questioned. "People just love to waste food."

Yeo Jun smiled at him. "Have some." he gave Soo Hyun a portion.

Soo Hyun dug in immediately. 

"If there weren't any food you'd pretend to be asleep." Yeo Jun 

"Why are you so worked up over this assignment?" Soo Hyun asked 

"I'm not."

"Is it the assignment or are there hard feelings towards me?" Soo Hyun was curious.

"I'm against that dark concept you suggested." Yeo Jun confessed.

"It's weird that you're this invested in it."

"I guess that's true." Jun agreed "But aren't you sick of it? It's been hard enough for us. Why must the assignment---"

"We should view reality as it is." Soo Hyun cut him off.

"Can't we escape it though?" Jun asked. "Once we run away from it we'll one day see that we escaped from it."

"One should try to overcome hardships." Soo Hyun disagreed.

"I don't want to do it right now though." Jun stated.

Soo Hyun looked at him "Will putting it off make it any better?"

"It could."

"As your senior I know---"

"You're playing the age card?" Yeo Jun cut him off.

"You're a freshman." Soo Hyun reminded him.

"As if that matters,old man."

Soo Hyun blinked. Old man?

"Some people cannot escape reality even if they want to." his voice was passionate. "We're already on the edge of a cliff."

"Are you challenging me to see who has it worse?" Yeo Jun asked

"Should we do it?" Soo Hyun challenged

"Bring it on!" Jun was defiant.

Kim Soo-Bin looked from one person to the other. Neither Yeo Jun nor Soo Hyun were saying anything.In fact,they weren't even looking at each other.

"What's with you two today?" she asked.

Yeo Jun, "What do you mean?" he smiled at her. "Do I perhaps look more handsome today?"

Soo Hyun rolled his eyes and clocked his tongue "What a narcissist."

Jun's eyes widened. "What did you just call me?" He looked at Soo Hyun "More you than me though."

They glared at each other.

"Don't tell me you two argued all night." Soo-Bin looked from one to the other. Each of them fell silent again "Or perhaps you were drinking all night without me."

"All night," Yeo Jun replied "We had tteokbokki."

"Tteokbokki?" Soo-Bin looked at Soo Hyun who nodded.

Just then his phone rang and Soo Hyun walked away. By his greeting, the other two knew it was his brother on the line.

"With his brother he's always the sweetest." Jun pouted.

Soo-Bin smiled. "Are you jealous.?"

"As if." Jun rolled his eyes. "We just don't click."

Soo-Bin laughed "But you like him alot right?" Yeo Jun bit his lip. "They say marital disputes never last long." Soo-Bin patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Stop teasing ." he said to his friend.

"Why is my ear itchy?" Soo Hyun stuck a finger in his ear.

"Someone must be talking smack about you." his little brother replied. "So be nicer."

"Why are you here when you should be busy studying? What's the gift?"

His brother beamed at him "My gift? It's me." he made a cute pose.

Soo Hyun laughed and playfully pulled his brother's ear. "I hope you didn't spend too much."

"I didn't." Koo Hyun replied, reaching for something in his backpack on the ground beside them. "Here." he handed a brown book to Soo Hyun. "Mom sent it by post and told me to hand it to you."

"What is it?" Soo Hyun looked at the book. 

"Dad's journal."

"But why?--" Soo Hyun continued to look at it

"Mom said you wanted to be a cop just like dad. I had no idea.You  work shift after shift so that you can fund whatever dream I have"

"Why did she tell you that when it was way in the past?"

"Soo Hyun. Don't send money for my rent for for mom to spend." Koo Hyun said "You even paid back Dad's debt."

"Why are you saying this?" Soo Hyun asked "I'm fine."

"Well I'm not." his brother objected. "You should do what you want to do as well."

"Koo Hyun--"

"I'm an adult now. You made sure I grew up with a pretty face." his brother smiled at him "Want to send me to an orphanage now?"

Soo Hyun smiled at brother who was indeed not so little anymore.

Nam Soo Hyun looked at the book as he made his way to class. It was like a relic, a reminder of a dream long forgotten. Indeed it was true, once upon a time, just like his father he'd wanted to be a policeman.

He'd put on his father's uniform which was two sizes too big.He'd even saluted, promising his father that one day, one fine day, the Nam men would take a photo side by side in their uniforms.

That promise was never to be fulfilled.

His father left way too early and he had to grow up way too soon to shoulder the responsibilities left by behind.

Those dreams he had were left behind on a shelf, forgotten to collect dust.

Forward, he only had to move forward. The past was in the past and so, he made his way to class.

"Soo Hyun. Can we talk?" Yeo Jun caught up to Soo Hyun in the hallway."

"We're late for your team gathering." Soo Hyun pointed out.

"It won't matter if we're late."

"We made a promise with your teammates.So of course it matters." Soo Hyun replied before walking away.

Yeo Jun sighed and followed behind. If only he would just hear him out first.

When they arrived, everyone else had gathered and they got right down to business.

"The last time we couldn't decide what concept to go with." Soo-Bin opened, looking from Yeo Jun to Soo Hyun.

"I have a solution." Yeo Jun spoke up, bringing all eyes to focus on him "Let's do both. We can blend the concepts."

The others thought about it, nodding silently at the proposal.

"Soo Hyun. Are you okay with that?" Soo-Bin asked apprehensively.

With Soo Hyun's nod, they reached a consensus.

"So Darkness will be a character representing the dark side of youth." Yeo Jun explained. "While light will represent it's beauty ."

"We'll have darkness realizing the light within it after meeting light." Soo-Bin picked up "Who lives in a completely different world.What do you say?"

"We're out of time. So let's do that." Soo Hyun gave the greenlight.

"Then we should all tell our stories." Yeo Jun said. "Regarding the light and shadow of youth."

An awkward silence descended on the table as they looked at each other. 

"It's our team project. So it should be about us." Yeo Jun said.

"While sober?" Gung-Ho asked.

"My life only knows darkness." Chun-Guk said 

"I have nothing to add ." Hye-Jiecontributed

"We'll start with the team leader then." Yeo Jun looked at Soo Hyun. "Tell us about your shadows."

"Well...not being financially stable really took a toll on my life." Soo Hyun began "And it still does"

Gung-Ho cleared his throat. "I was most depressed before serving in the military ."

"Whenever my future seems uncertain. I escape reality through playing video games." Chun-Guk confessed.

"I had too many thoughts and worries which led me to lack confidence." Kim Soo-Bin said her piece. "It's why I gave up on things without even trying."

"What about you Hye-Ji?"

"Life hasn't been hard for me, but I've been stuck recently.It's not completely dark though."

Everyone looked at Yeo Jun.

"I--"

"Don't force a sob story." Gung-Ho chided "As if you've had it hard."

"We all spoke so--" Soo Hyun tried to intervene

"I haven't yet" Yeo Jun corrected, in a soft but firm voice.

Soo Hyun looked at him "You don't have to since you're highly against the shadows of our youth." he kept his eyes on him "I respect everyone's opinions"

"Now you do?" Yeo Jun had a determined look in his eyes.

Yeo Jun looked at Gung-Ho. "I see you haven't read the article on my father."

Soo Hyun sighed.

"Was an article published on his wealth and fame?" Gung-Ho asked, excited.

"I lived many years in darkness." Jun avoided Soo Hyun's eyes, knowing he was looking directly at him. "Due to my father's physical abuse."

Shock silence rippled across everyone's faces.

"Jun.." Soo-Bin said

"Don't  you worry though. I'm all better." He finally looked at Soo Hyun "I'm in the light." 

Soo Hyun looked at him. "See?" Yeo Jun said. "I told you we should have stuck to the lighter side of youth."

#at a distance spring is green #nam soohyun x yeo jun #yeo jun x nam soo hyun #nam soo hyun #yeo jun #boy love #bl series #boys love #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #f

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Holidays with my family stress me out

TL;DR: I feel the need to complain about family. Holidays stress me out partially due to a sibling who is bipolar. On my phone and not a usual reddit poster so formatting is probably terrible. If anybody manages to read the whole thing, thank you

I just want to start out this complaint by saying that it's has officially been a year since my first everything bf of 10 years broke up with me. I am doing much better and actually for the most part I don't miss him anymore, except for moments like now. I would complain to him about my family. I am super introverted and shy and he was also my best friend so its hard to replace him when it comes to someone I trust enough to complain to but I just really feel the need to complain to somebody.

Anyways, I will stick to complaining about one subject even though i have so much I want to say. My immediate family is a huge source of stress for me. I love them, I really do but I also can't stand being around them. My older sister is bipolar, my fraternal twin and I both are anxious and depressed and on meds for them. I think my dad is on depression meds too. My family is not the worst around but that doesn't change that fact that my childhood was pretty crappy. Like my dad was apparently abusive (not like super abusive. I really can't say much since he wasn't as bad to my twin and I) to my older sister who then turned around and was abusive to me. Once we all got older (whatever 3rd grade age, my older sister is 2 years older ), depression and anxiety def became issues) and since then every holiday someone ends up having an emotional breakdown (usually my older sister or me) Finally got diagnosed and put on meds for depression and anxiety the summer before college and things got better for me. My older sister and I still clash but most of the time I feel pretty ok. I went to college in a different state. Made a friend, got a bf. Had some ups and downs emotional but the first 3 and 1/2 years were ok. I ended up taking 9 years before getting a degree and had one serious suicide attempt (as in I was in a mental health ward for a week). About year 4 I started taking summer classes so I was only home for winter break and spring break. My friend left the college after 3 years so I leaned heavily on my bf emotionally, my grades tanked, my mood tanked, etc. Being home even for like a week would be super stressful.

Sorry, more background than I planned so this post is getting long. I will move on to what my original complaint was going to be. So back to my older sister being bipolar. She gets upset so easily. Every holiday celebration is awkward because she usually ends up threatening to kill herself over something pretty insignificant. After years of this, I am seriously over her behavior. I have talked to my parents about how they need to start doing more to show her that her terrible behaviors is not ok and I'm just told that I'm not the parent so it's not my problem. What spurned this complaining session is tonight my family is doing a winter solstice celebration (no specific reason) at my older sisters apartment (my twin and I still live at home). I woke up from a nap to a message that the celebration was cancelled. I was a bit happy. Then I am told we are going. It's a short drive but it's snowy and icy. Then we get there and my older sister is all angry and tells us to leave but then not because she wasn't sure what she wanted, so we stayed awkwardly and I started this thread. She is doing better and things are less tense for the rest of the family but not me. I am still on edge because I am just waiting for something to upset my older sister and things go to shit again. And that's my state around my family. I am just waiting for things to go wrong and 95% of the time things do go wrong and 80% she ends up saying she hates and she has gotten better but still sometimes threatens to kill herself. I mentioned it has been a year since my bf broke up with me and it was really hard. I am doing much better, but still hurting.I feel lonely and my family stresses me out but I can't get a job (that's a whole other complaint you don't want me to get started on) and live on my own or run away when my family upsets me and I have no friends to turn to or anything. I do go to therapy but you know thats not always helpful because I can't really turn to my therapist to complain every time I get upset or stressed, hence me posting this.

I think I will end things here. I know my thoughts are probably a mess and thoughts may be unfinished but I think I have already gone on longer than I should. If anybody does take time to read this, I thank you. I just needed to complain to somebody since I no longer have my bf to complain to when I get stressed. And I am not worried about my family finding this post because no one else uses reddit.