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sp00kworm · 2 years

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Sensei, Sensei

Pairing: Kirishima Tooru x Female Reader

Word Count: 3644

Warnings: Sexual Content, Unsafe sex, Closet Sex, Stranger Sex

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The summer air was warm against your skin as you walked along the pathways of the small city festival. This far out of the city, there wasn’t too many people walking around. It was far out, in one of the larger local parks, and you were glad to be away from the hustle and bustle for even just an evening. Thinking of the stress of your teaching job was enough to make your head hurt again. Children were difficult even when they were at their most well behaved. Snack time only did so much to sate twenty little humans, after all. You tried to ignore the idea as you looked over the skewers on a food stall. Most of it was seafood, and at least a quarter of it was seasoned squid, a favourite in the local area. There were far too many choices, and the stall owner sighed through his nose, forcing you to make a decision. One squid skewer in hand, and a few yen lighter, you headed past the rest of the food stalls and on towards the fun fair games, dodging the small children and couples, arm in arm, as you went. The last thing you needed was to knock over someone and have to spend time apologising, or worse, finding some kids parents because they were hurt.

It was as though the universe was laughing at you it seemed.

As you rounded the corner you slammed into someone. The little girl went flying, her red hair flopping over her face as she hit the floor with a soft thud. Her hands grazed the pebbles in the dirt, and you rushed to kneel down and get a good look at them. The girl’s large red eyes were watery, and you hushed her softly as you carefully brushed the grit from her grazes.

“I’m so sorry!” You rushed out before you reached for your handkerchief and a bottle of water. You wet the cloth before gently wiping her hands. Turning her palms back and forth, you were sure that she only had minor grazes. You sighed in relief.

“It’s okay, Miss…” The girl looked from her hands to your face, squirming uncomfortably before fresh tears dripped down her face, “A-Actually…I’ve lost Kirishima.”

“Kirishima?” You asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Her face went red, almost like a tomato, and the girl flapped for a moment before she shook her head vehemently, ‘no’.

A laugh made her startle, and you patted her head gently, “Sorry but you’re very sweet…ah, what is your name?”

The little girl pouted and sniffled before she wiped her eyes, “Yaeka.” She offered quietly.

“Well, Yaeka, how about I help you find Kirishima?” You offered before you wiped her face with the clean side of the handkerchief.

“You will?” Yaeka seemed to brighten a little as she took your hand and stood up.

You dusted her knees gently before taking her hand firmly. It wasn’t the safest place for a child to be running around.

“Of course, I will! I can’t leave you here all alone…” You leaned in conspiratorially to whisper into her ear, “I’ve heard the fish monger is a goblin in disguise! You might get on his nerves!”

Yaeka startled, and looked over at the man, “Really?” She whispered.

“Oh yes. He’s even more upset because of the man who ruined the carnival game earlier!” You told her before pointing towards the exit where the seating area was.

“That was Kirishima!” She told you, her eyes bright with glee, “He told the man his game was bad! And he won me a big bunny!”

“Oh, so that was Kirishima? I bet he’s really cool, huh?” You asked with a smile.

Yaeka nodded her head as she followed you towards the benches, “Uhuh. I want to be as nice as Kirishima is one day.” She told you, her face red with embarrassment. You could only chuckle. It seemed as though she liked this man a lot.

The seating area was relatively full, and you hummed, looking around before you asked Yaeka if she could spot Kirishima anywhere.

“No.” She pouted, upset, “I can’t see him anywhere.”

You thought for a moment before kneeling down, “How about you get on my shoulders, that way you might be able to point him out to me?”

“Maybe…” Yaeka nodded, “He’s very tall so we might be able to spot him.” She told you as she sat on your shoulders, peering around in the gloom.

“Where did you last see him?” You asked as you set off through the tables, “That might help us find him.”

Yaeka hummed, thinking as she glanced around, “I lost him on the hill…” She mumbled.

“Oh? Where the flavoured ices are?” You asked her. Yaeka nodded in response, and you turned to head towards the stalls again.

“Little Lady!”

Yaeka’s head whipped in the direction of the call, and you turned slowly, following her gaze along the top of the small grass hill.

“Little Lady! I told you not to run off.” The man called as he trotted down the hill, his blue hair flopping over his glasses. He smirked when he spotted you as well, his eyes giving you a once over, in a way which made you feel small. Within a few seconds, you knew he had a grasp on how much of a threat you were. He was tall, as Yaeka said, and he scooped her off your shoulders quickly before plonking her on the floor by his feet.

“Who is this, Little Lady?”

“Ah, this lady helped me find you, Kirishima!” She told him as he gripped her hand tight.

“Oh, did she?” Kirishima hummed as he offered his hand, lamely, “Then thanks. I was worried sick about her.”

You took a breath before you dared to take his hand, and his grip was strong as he shook your hand with his own. His palms were rough and calloused, and you swallowed at the peak of thick, black tattoos out of the bottom of his shirt.

The crisp outfit made you reconsider. The tattoos were the second give away, and you felt ice water run down your back as the pieces connected in your head. Yakuza. Kirishima smirked as your brain clicked into place, and he let your hand go before turning, Yaeka in hand, and waving.

“Thanks for finding her. The boss would have killed me for real this time if something happened to her.” Kirishima yawned as he walked away.

“Boss? You’re not her father?” You asked meekly.

Kirishima turned, his blue eyes flashing behind his glasses. There was a churning delight at the torture behind the glass lenses, though he would deny it if Sugihara asked him.

“No. I’m her babysitter.” Kirishima drawled before he cracked the fingers in his hands, “And if you have a problem with that then…”

“No!” You jumped in before smiling awkwardly, “I just think its…Well at least Yaeka has someone to come to this with, even if her father can’t make the time himself.”

Kirishima took a moment to look you up and down again before his fanged smile was back, his head churning with possibilities, “Say, Little Lady? How about we invite your new friend over for dinner as a ‘thank you’ gift?”

Yaeka looked up with delight on her face, “Would Papa be okay with it?” She asked.

“Leave your old man to me.” Kirishima chuckled, “But how about we exchange numbers then?”

Your guts churned, telling you it was a bad idea, “Sure.” You replied still, opening your phone to type in Kirishima’s number despite the uneasy feeling he radiated. You let him type his number in and scowled at the silly rose on the end of it before Yaeka interrupted your train of thought.

“Thank you for helping me, miss.” She bowed and smiled.

“You’re most welcome, Yaeka.” Your heart melted a little, but it was quickly put back together as Kirishima laughed and smirked between the two of you.

“How cute, Little Lady, you have a new friend!” He teased her.

Yaeka huffed, pouting before she took his hand and dragged him up the hill, ignoring his jabs at her blush before they were both out of sight and blended back into the crowds of the festival.

A message the next day came to you while the children were on lunch. You looked up from your marking to check your phone. The message was from Kirishima.

‘The boss has invited you for dinner.’

Short. It was almost rude in its tone, and you scowled at the screen before it beeped again.

‘Its Kirishima by the way. Dinner is at seven. Looking forwards to seeing you again, teacher lady.”

You couldn’t think of a reply which didn’t sound rude, so instead, you replied with a confirmation and went back to eating, shovelling rice into your mouth around marking the workbooks you had left to get through. Another text message popped through at the end of lunch, but you ignored it as you put away your lunch boxes and headed out into the yard to go and collect your class. The phone, left on silent, continued to buzz, unknowingly, in the bottom of your bag, for the rest of the afternoon as you taught, and eventually finished for the day. You only looked again as you finished, packing your marking to take home over the weekend. Your phone lit up with the notifications. You had twelve messages, all from Kirishima. The man had messaged you at least twice an hour since lunch time, and you blinked at the innate, random messages, and the mess of fanged emojis before replying that you would see him later on.

‘Finally, you respond.’

Kirishima snarked a few more messages as you continued to ignore him. With a scoff, you left his messages unread as you debated not showing at all. The family were no doubt dangerous and notorious, but you had to pay your respects to Yaeka’s true father. He had invited you, so it would be rude to ignore his request. You sighed as you got home and laid your marking on your table. Looking over the books, you sighed, knowing you needed to finish it before you went out for dinner. Another job to do. With a large sigh, you went to get a drink, get changed, and get started on the marking before you had to go to dinner. You cracked your arms and threw your blanket over your shoulders as you collected your pens, and got started marking the maths workbooks, dreading the buzzing noise of your phone in your bag.

Kirishima’s harassment halted in the evening, and you marked your books without any hassle before you rushed to get showered and changed into something more formal. There was only enough time to quickly get ready and you headed out a little late to get to the residence that Kirishima had messaged you. You arrived in the area, looking at the men stood outside, their jackets hiding the leather harnesses strapped to them. Guns and knives were no doubt hidden beneath the fabric, and you had no will to find out. Instead, you avoided looking the men in the eyes as you headed to the gate, raising a fist to knock. One of them lit his cigarette before he stopped your fist with his palm and a sneer.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth.

“Uh…I’m here to see...” You struggled to remember the name of Yaeka’s father, floundering under the man’s intense gaze before he was shoved away from you.

“She’s here to see the boss, Hiruguma, so keep your hands off.” Kirishima snarked as he pushed open the gate for you, dressed in trousers and a shirt, but this time he had a navy tie and a black suit jacket on as well.

There was a brief moment where you registered just how handsome Kirishima was. His hair was properly styled, his glasses polished and his eyes cold and sharp. He almost seemed like a mobster out of a cheesy romance movie. His blue eyes turned down and you flinched as he smirked and nodded his head for you to enter first.

“After you, teacher.” Kirishima teased, delighted at the scowl he got in return as you stepped through the gate and onto the grounds. The yakuza lacky followed you with a smile, unsettlingly quiet as he directed you through the well-kept gardens towards the large traditional house. It was enormous. The whole complex screamed wealth, and you kept in mind the potential shady business they were involved with as Kirishima opened you the door to the house itself.

“You look lovely tonight.” He told you, out of the blue, as you stooped to take off your shoes in the entranceway.

A flash of red took over your vision before you turned, clad in the slippers and snarled at him, “Thank you for telling me for the fiftieth time, Mister Kirishima.” You snapped, “Its not like your provocative messages and constant harassment of me in working hours didn’t tell me that much!”

“Oi, oi,” Kirishima frowned, “What’s with the anger? I was just interested in what you do and get up to!” He tutted, “I can’t let just anyone meet with Yaeka and the Boss, you know.”

“What? So, harassing me all day was to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt your precious criminal leader?!” You fumed before you took a step forward and thumped the man in the chest, “Why would I help a little girl find you if I was going to do something to her! Use your damn brain you…” You jumped as Kirishima’s lips cut you off. The man kissed you, his long, strong hands wrapped around the bottom of your back, cupping the arch as you leaned into him and kissed back, taking the opportunity to run your own hands over his shoulders and down his spine.

Kirishima made a soft noise before he pulled away, fangs poking out of the bottom of his top lip as he licked away your combined spit. He looked at you, admiring the bruised cushion of your bottom lip before he grinned and dragged you by the hand into the side corridor of the house, pulling you along behind him.

“And here I thought you hated me, teacher.” Kirishima teased as he dragged you into a utility room. He shut the door with a slam of one large hand and slid you up against the wall, his jacket already off his shoulders as he teased the band of your bottoms, tugging the fabric gently as he crowded your space and sent your head spinning. He smelt of heavy cologne and the undertone of metal. He was dangerous, and you snapped your palms up in front of you, stopping him from pressing his front to yours as he leaned in for another bruising kiss.

“Ah?” He asked, perplexed, “What’s wrong? Ah, did I misread this whole thing because…”

“Shut up.” You hissed at him before you dragged him down by the tie, kissing him again, “You’re infuriating but…handsome and…”

“Say no more, I get the idea.” Kirishima preened under the praise and compliments before he leaned back in to continue where you both left off.

A rush of blood to your head led your hands down to the bottom of his shirt. You tugged his shirt out of his bottoms, hiking the cotton up his hard stomach so you could get a feel at his skin. He was hot, almost clammy, but you ignored it as you meandered back down to the button on his trousers, undoing it. Kirishima’s eyes opened before he looked down and smirked, tugging his trousers open for you to have a feel before he had his hands up your skirt and between your legs, feeling the hot skin.

“Gosh, teacher, you’re wet down there.” Kirishima purred as he stroked his fingers over your panties, enjoying the way you gasped before he dipped a finger underneath the elastic and swiped at you, feeling the wetness cling to the tip of his finger. You gasped and moaned softly before Kirishima’s other hand came up to silence you.

“Careful…” He purred, “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?” He hummed, “Unless you want them to find us? I never knew a teacher could be such a pervert.”

With a shuddering breath you shoved the man down a little, “Shut it, Kirishima or I swear I’ll…”

The abusive poison you had lined up left your mind as Kirishima got on his knees, his cock straining at his underwear where his trousers were open, but his eyes focused on you above him. He smiled before he licked his lips and ducked his head under your skirt, dragging your tights and your underwear down far enough so he could fit himself between your thighs. You gasped as his fingers gripped the meat of your thighs, dragging you against the wall before he blew a warm breath over your heated, sensitive skin. You tried not to moan as he rumbled against your thigh, trembling with anticipation before he drew back far enough that he could look you in the eyes.

“Thank you for the meal.” He whispered against your skin before he plunged his face between your legs, his tongue pressing between your folds, dragging upwards to circle your clitoris. With a breathy moan, you grasped Kirishima’s hair, and pressed your hips forwards as he teased your clit and pushed his fingers inside of you, slowly, one a time, stretching you open.

“You’re so tight.” Kirishima hummed as he rolled your skirt and got you to hold it out of the way. You bit your lip as he looked you in the eyes and dragged his tongue over you, the flat of it pressing against as much skin as he could get. He reached your clitoris again and swirled a few times before he drew the flesh into his mouth and sucked, gently at first, then harsh, in a vicious pull of his cheeks.

“Kirishima…” You moaned as you dragged his blue hair out of place. The man didn’t respond, instead he pushed two fingers inside of you again, pinning you to the wall as his assault made your toes curl. The slippers on your feet fell off as you moaned against your hand, bucking against Kirishima’s face before he grumbled and pulled away. Your orgasm fizzled away, and you moaned, upset as Kirishima stood up, his knees cracking before he had you against the wall again. He pinched your cheeks together before he smiled, his slick chin shining in the dim light of the bare bulb of the utility room. With a purr he kissed you, his tongue stroking your own, allowing you to have a taste of yourself. It was sour against your tongue, but not disgusting, the taste hidden by the taste of cigarette and mint in Kirishima’s mouth.

“Are you gonna…” You started before Kirishima covered your mouth. Footsteps clicked past the door, along with the gruff voices of several other members. Two stood outside the door, having a hushed conversation, and you squirmed in upset. Kirishima smirked before he spread your legs again and sucked a mark on your neck. With a brush of his hand, he had his cock in his hand and slid it inside of you, guiding it before he kissed you again, keeping you silent as his length slid, slowly inside of you, brushing the sensitive spot inside of you that made your head swim.

Kirishima’s lip went white as he bit it, stifling his own noise as he bottomed out, pressed flushed against your hips, his cock twitching inside of you. The rush from potentially being caught, and the feeling of Kirishima’s hot cock inside of you made your stomach clench and your walls flutter in a rush of a soft orgasm, and you moaned into his mouth as you clenched your thighs and tried to ride his dick. He groaned softly into your hair at the feeling before he grabbed your hips and started a soft rhythm, careful not to make too much noise. It didn’t take the two men outside long to walk away, leaving the hallway beside you quiet.

“You’re a real pervert, aren’t you, teacher?” Kirishima cooed before he started to thrust in earnest, his hips slapping against yours as he chased his own high, desperate for it as you clenched around him again. He watched as you dumbly rubbed between your own legs, swiping at your clitoris fast enough to build another orgasm.

“Are you going to cum?” Kirishima asked as he squeezed your backside, “Are you going to be quiet?”

You nodded, feeling the fluttering of your walls as Kirishima grinned, thrusting harder as he chased his own high, “Please Kirishima. I wanna cum…” You whispered against his ear as you moaned softly, hushing yourself with your palm again as you pinched your clit and flinched, your orgasm washing over you. Kirishima swore as you clenched tight and rushed to pull out as his cum painted the insides of your thighs, coating your tights and underwear. He panted as he admired the look, watching the pearly rivulets run over your skin and drip onto the floor. You moaned softly as he pulled your underwear back up and scowled as he laughed.

“Think you’re ready for the dinner party, teacher? Or would you like round two?” He teased before you smacked your elbow against his ribs.

“Shut up, Kirishima or so help me I’ll…” You threatened as you straightened your skirt.

“You’ll give me a kiss and promise to call me?” Kirishima batted his eyelashes.

“Something like that��” You muttered as he laughed at you.

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still-with-koo · 8 months

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Mission: Park Jimin | PJM

Series: Chapter Three

summary: you’re trying to piece together what you know so far when a strange series of anonymous tips propels you into a sequence of events that is more than you bargained for.

pairing: jimin x reader; some jungkook x reader and taehyung x reader

wc: 5,537

genre/warnings/rating: 17+; angst; some fluff; enemies to still enemies, maybe frenemies; idiots to still idiots; friends to friendlier friends; swearing; references/allusion to violence; mentions of weapons and pistols; some (poor) attempts at humour; the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: it’s heating up. maybe listen to lilith by halsey & suga :)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

[unknown]: this message is for the agent looking for park jimin. follow this link and you’ll find him at noon today.

You’ve been staring at this message from the anonymous tip form for the past ten minutes as the taxi winds its way to the spot linked in the message.

It took Seokjin all of five minutes to trace the IP address to a bakery downtown. You will deal with that later. Anonymous tips never remain anonymous.

Right now, you only have fifteen minutes to reach the location before Jimin arrives.

When you told Seokjin you were going alone, he grimaced. Apparently the linked location is nestled behind an abandoned warehouse. Not the safest place.

Be careful, you can almost hear Jungkook say. You know he will scold you for following this tip on your own, like every other time you go off on your own.

But you don’t want to risk Minwoo and Nate tagging along. They’ve been acting really weird lately.

And Kelson has been incommunicado since that day you nearly fell from the cliff behind Central Bank.

He still doesn’t know Park Jimin saved you that day. And you have no intention of telling him.

Spotting the warehouse, you signal the taxi to slow and slip him a twenty.

It’s raining now. You find this out quickly as you step out the vehicle, eyeing the area around you.

It’s noisier than you expected, with food stands littering the road.

Slipping past a couple holding an umbrella, you find yourself at the precipice of the address.

You sneak around the corner, hand hovering over your gun. The sound of men talking throws you off guard. None of them sound like the twinkling voice of Park Jimin.

They are far gruffer. More violent.

You inhale before peering around the corner.

There are three men just beyond the dumpster. None of them fit the description you have in your mind of what Park Jimin likely looks like.

Your shoulders slump a little at this disappointment but you hope the tip hasn’t lead you too far astray. One of them may be Jimin … or they may have some information on where to find him. But you need to find a way to get them to talk first.

You’re much too impatient to seek an arrest warrant for crimes you know they’ve already committed.

Heck, you can spot three Mercedes-Benz hub caps and a shiny new catalytic converter by the bald man’s feet. If you wanted to, you could scrounge together probable cause to bring them in.

But in your five years as a field agent, you have learned one thing. Doing things ‘by the book’ takes far too long. And bureaucratic red tape cost more lives than you can count.

You unhook the safety on your holster and step forward, watching a red haired man spot you and come forward.

“Who are you?”

Fair question, you think. But not one you want to answer truthfully.

“I’m August. Looking for a Park Jimin. I have business with him and my buddy said you knew where to find him.”

His head tilts as he eyes you up and down.

“Business?”

The amused tone of his voice isn’t lost on you.

“Yes. That asshole promised me money and I intend to get it,” you say, rolling your shoulder and cracking your knuckles, “by whatever means necessary.”

The scar on the man’s face twists into an obscene shape as he attempts to smile, although he looks far more like a caricature than a real person.

“Pretty suit. But it’ll need more than a wash if you wanna threaten anybody on our turf.”

“My turf.”

Another man with much darker, long hair speaks, his hand brandishing a blade. He has a shadow of a smile on his face and you stare at him, trying to see if you can place him. Why does he look so familiar?

“Ok, your turf. Wanna tell me where I can find Park? That’ll make it easier for everyone,” you say, and then glance down at your suit momentarily, “and everything involved.”

The dark haired man smiles. It takes a split second for you to realize he is running at you full speed, blade drawn. Your words fall out without warning. “No one ever picks the easy way.”

With a roll of your eyes you rip off your jacket and stand firm, ready for his attack. It comes moments later and you slide to the right, letting his blade pierce air.

You grab his left arm and twist, kneeing him in the ribs. With a yelp he is on the ground.

The red haired man jumps at you and you duck.

The bald man grabs a large crate and hurls it at you. Sliding to the left, you let the crate hit the dark haired man on the ground.

The red haired man tries again and you jump back, kicking him straight in the face.

The bald man grabs you from behind and you jump back, grabbing his arm and twisting away from him. You knee him in the chest and watch him fall to the ground.

With an exhale, you turn around to face them with your pistol in your hand, surveying the crumpled bodies on the ground.

“Ok, now that the formalities are over, how about you tell me what you know about Park?”

Nothing, apparently.

Those hoodlums had no idea whether you were asking about a person or how to park a car.

Just a red herring.

And you’ve locked yourself in your office ever since to figure out anything you can about Park’s whereabouts.

“You’ve been at it all day. Wanna come up for air?”

Jungkook’s leaning against the door, sandwich in hand as he watches you zoom in on a street corner.

You glance back and smile at the dumb look on his face. Seokjin kept his promise. Jungkook has no idea you followed a tip without him.

“Just a few more minutes. I need to figure out which way he went that day behind the bank.”

“Are you really going to go through all that cctv footage. I’m sure Seokjin has a far more efficient—“

“He’s out. Someone took his sandwich and he’s pissed.”

He stares at the sandwich in his hand, gulping hard, and then catches you grinning at him.

“Seriously…? When are you going to stop messing with me,” he asks, rolling his eyes.

You send him a wink before returning your gaze to the screen. “Actually, Jin’s busy helping Yoongi with the Jung case and won’t be able to help me for a few days. A pity, since he’s really the only help I get around here.”

You look at him just in time to catch the kicked puppy look on his face.

You turn away and pinch the bridge of your nose. “This case is driving me nuts. None of the victims want to talk to me, none of the cameras seem to have caught any trace of Park Jimin, and to top it all off, Kelson says I’m stupid for thinking every victim is somehow connected. I mean, I know there is a link there. I can feel it.”

“Since when do you care what Kelson thinks?”

You hum. He’s right, of course. Kelson’s opposition to your various ideas has never stopped you before. But then the words friendly crossfire bring on an uneasiness you can’t explain. You need Kelson onside.

“You remember Park’s warning? I think it’s good to be… careful.”

He nearly spits out his bite. “You’re still thinking about that? I thought we agreed he’s just trying to scare you…” You wonder how he can form those words with his tongue piercing his cheek.

You give him an absentminded nod, realizing you should probably change the subject before he burns a hole in his cheek.

You grab your mug of coffee and take a sip, far too cold by now but you don’t care. “You know what’s weird? Park’s choice of victims all have something big going for them right now. For example, Ahn Heemin. He just won the election for his district, right?”

He just shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“And then there’s Lee Arin. She won’t answer my calls,” you say, sighing, “but I heard she just got the go ahead to expand her restaurant chain.”

The look on Jungkook’s face tells you you’re losing him.

“You see,” you start, zooming out on your computer and drawing a circle that spreads out within the city limits. “There were far easier and more fruitful targets, but he chose these people,” you continue, setting your cup down and grabbing your binder, the one you always use for your field notes.

Flipping through it, you bring up the page with a list of all the victims. “They’re not even the richest in the city. So why them?”

Jungkook brings his hand to his mouth as he replies between chews, “Maybe these were the easiest targets for him? Didn’t you say he grew up in an orphanage nearby?”

“Kelson said the same the first time I brought this to his attention,” you sigh, putting your face in your hands, “He told me to drop it and focus on finding Park, but I can’t help feeling there’s something else going on.”

“What else could there be… Wait, you don’t mean something going on with Kelson?”

You inhale slowly, and bring up your gaze to meet his. He looks dumbfounded. You sigh, carefully choosing the next few words. “I found out… that Mr. Ahn made a rather large donation to our precinct.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “And?”

“Nothing. I’m not saying anything at all. It just seemed strange… and Kelson was absolutely livid when he found out I was searching Mr. Ahn’s name in our database.”

“But that donation… that could mean anything, right? I mean, he could just be a generous guy?”

You scoff, leaning back in your chair as you stare him down. “Politician and generous don’t usually go together.”

“Don’t tell me you think this is what Park was talking about?”

“I really don’t know… I don’t even know what this means, but I’m going to keep looking into it. I just know it will help me figure out how to track down Park.”

“I’m with you, whatever it is.”

“Thanks man. I just need to make sure Kelson doesn’t notice.”

“Notice what?”

Kelson’s voice booms in the corridor next to your office and within seconds he is rounding the corner. You gulp, shutting your binder while Jungkook leans back in his chair.

“Uh… how much we drink at Friday night’s gala,” Jungkook replies nonchalantly, and you give him a small smile.

Kelson’s forehead crinkles and his eyes fall on you. “I don’t want you going to the gala, Y/N. Nor you, Jungkook. We need to keep our men to a low number.”

“What—? There’s no way I’m sitting out the gala, sir,” you reply angrily, hands balling up into fists before Jungkook kicks you under your desk. You throw him an angry look before turning back to Kelson, “I have to go to the gala, sir.”

“I need you here, Y/N. That’s my final decision.”

You attempt to stand and confront him but feel Jungkook pull on your shirt. You sit back down as Kelson turns on his heel, leaving your office as quickly as he entered it.

“I’m going,” you whisper and Jungkook nods. “Ms. Lee will be there. Mr. Ahn too. With some wine in them I might be able to ply some information out of them.”

“You really think they’ll talk?”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure they’ll tell me to talk to their lawyer… again,” you say, sighing. “I don’t get it. What are they hiding?”

“Even Mr. Kim? Isn’t he a family friend or something?”

Your head falls onto your folded arms across the table. Barely audible, you reply, “Yeah… After the first few times, he stopped answering my calls. All of them did.” You sigh into your sleeves.

“Well,” Jungkook hums, setting down his sandwich and wiping his mouth. “They’re all really wealthy business people and politicians. They’re always hiding something.”

Raising your head, you bite your lip. You hate to admit it, but he might be right. Maybe they are hiding something. Like Mr. Kim, he should have no reason to feel uncomfortable giving you information. So why is he holding back?

Your mind wanders to Park’s words that night when he held you at knife-point. More and more, you start to wonder if something weird is going on.

“I think you might be on to something,” you reply, reaching for your binder again. “I did think it was strange Park asked them to set a password for the wire transfers, and more than that, the choice of password was so… odd… hmm, let me just pull up his ransom call so you can see what I mean.”

As you click through the folders on your computer, Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his seat. The sound draws your attention and you look at him, noticing his leg bouncing up and down. His voice startles you.

“You must be tired of that prick’s voice,” he says finally. When he sees your eyebrow quirk up, he clears his throat, “I can hear you listening to his stupid voice all the way from my own office. Ever heard of headphones?” The way his voice raises at the end makes you laugh and he just pouts at you.

Jeon Jungkook is not the most subtle man in your unit. Hell he’s a bit of an open book but that’s a quality you’ve come to admire. You like knowing where you stand with people.

Staring at his profile, his teeth running over his lip ring, his poorly veiled insult swirling in your head, you can’t help think of the first time you ever heard Park Jimin’s voice.

“Did you have fun ransacking my place? I thought you’d at least take your shoes off first.”

The familiarity with which he says this surprises you more than anything else. He may be mocking you, but there’s something else there.

You had traced this unnamed culprit to a run down apartment building down by the west side of town, an apartment under an obvious alias littered with undone laundry and half eaten pizza. And a few childhood photos. Luckily, you found a somewhat unsteady (and definitely inebriated) man who happened to know the identity of the man living in that apartment: Park Jimin.

Officers are still surveilling his home, ready to alert you if he steps one foot inside the place. But you have received zero alerts on your phone… so how does he already know you searched his place?

“Park Jimin?”

It’s your voice. It’s you.

Perfect.

“So you know my name. Wanna tell me yours, beautiful?”

The word “beautiful” catches you off guard but you try not to show it, glancing to the right to see if Seokjin has traced the call yet. He shakes his head and you swallow, pressing the receiver closer to your ear. Biting back the angry retort that reaches your throat, you take a breath and reply as calmly as you can.

“Agent Y/L/N. And, Mr. Park, I can promise if you turn yourself in along with that diamond necklace we can arrange for a lighter sentence tha—“

“Are you saying you want to cut a deal with me?”

You stop mid sentence and look over at Seokjin, who grins, his hand rising to show you an ok signal. They have his location. With a flick of your wrist, your counterparts are on their feet, rushing to the door on their way to Park Jimin.

You just need to keep him on the phone long enough for them to reach him.

“Yes, I would like to do that, Mr. Park. Tell me wha—“

“Good to know. I hope you have the same mindset in the future. Until next time, Agent.”

When the officers make it to the source of the call, the building is vacant, an old abandoned warehouse with a single phone and a note taped to the receiver: “Better luck next time.”

You clear your throat and turn your attention back to Jungkook, noticing him adjusting his sleeves, rolling them up just enough to catch the outlines of his tattoos. When did he get the snake tattoo?

He catches you staring and smiles. Actually, it looks more like a grin. You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling yourself before you clear your throat again.

“In Park’s call to Ms. Lee,” you start but are promptly interrupted by Kelson’s assistant.

“Sorry, it’ll just be a minute,” she whispers, and then points at Jungkook, making a “come here” motion with her finger with a smile. Jungkook looks puzzled, vaguely gesturing to himself. She nods and smiles when he slowly rises to his feet.

“Is it Kelson? Does he—“

She grabs his wrist and laughs, whispering something in his ear. At that moment your phone dings, and instead of being annoyed by the interruption, your focus shifts to the message blinking on your phone.

[unknown 3:41] you won’t get anywhere at your desk

Huh? Who would message that?

You look up and see your door slightly ajar. If it’s a practical joke, they’re not doing a very good job.

Maybe it’s a wrong number.

[You 3:42] Who is this?

You’re not one to rely on maybes.

But it dings again.

[unknown 3:43] kelson’s office has what you need. find the red folder

You peer out your door and it’s clear. All you see is Jungkook sitting at his desk with Kelson’s assistant sitting on top of it, playing with his shirt collar. They seem a lot closer than you had thought. Funny, you’ve never really seen them interact much before.

[unknown 3:44] this is the last time. you need to know

Your heart is beating fast. It feels like it might take off.

[You 3:44] Park Jimin?

You stare at the screen, waiting for his message. Or hers. Whoever is on the other end. Seconds turn to minutes and you realize he’s not going to respond.

Seokjin should be able to trace the number quickly enough, no matter how busy he is. You leave your office, glancing once again in Jungkook’s direction. When Jungkook catches you, he straightens up and pushes Nia’s hand from his chest.

“Ah, I’ll be there in a minute, Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it, I need to talk to Seokjin anyway.”

After leaving your phone with Seokjin you return, only to see Jungkook sitting in your office. He’s playing with the ring on his right hand. When you walk in, he stands up.

“Sorry about earlier, I don’t know—“

You wave your hand dismissively. “I’ve been meaning to pay Kim Taehyung a visit. Wanna join me, Jeon?”

Something doesn’t sit right with you. And one thing you’ve come to learn over the last few years - your instincts are never wrong.

“What are you plan—“ Before he can finish his sentence, you’re already on your phone, the sound of Taehyung’s voice coming through on the other end.

“Perfect. I’ll be over in a few minutes, Tae.”

To Jungkook’s chagrin, you two were now on your way to Jungkook’s second least favourite person’s house.

“I thought you were ignoring me, Y/N. You haven’t been answering any of my texts or calls. You looked so shaken up that day…”

Taehyung reaches for your shoulder but retracts his hand after he notices you flinch slightly. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“I’m fine, Tae,” you quickly reply, “Don’t worry about me. Actually, I just wanted to see how you and your family are doing since the robbery.”

Taehyung bends a little so he’s eye level, giving you his signature smile that does little to put you at ease. He then peers around you, meeting the gaze of the man hovering behind you.

Jungkook gives him a little wave before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“And him?”

You glance at Jungkook and then back at Taehyung. “Um, you know Jungkook, my partner…” When Taehyung raises his brow you clear your throat, adding, “Work partner… we work on a lot of cases together.”

“Hmm, I remember. So this is an official visit?”

“I want to talk to your dad. Is he in?”

“Actually,” Taehyung replies, scratching the back of his neck, “he’s in the back meeting with a business associate I think. He shouldn’t be too long though.”

“Good.”

He leads you inside his spacious home, Monets and Basquiats interspersed between a mix of minimalist columns and giant windows. To say his family is rich would be an understatement.

After exchanging pleasantries with Taehyung and his mom, you excuse yourself to use the washroom.

You and Jungkook planned it all out in the car. You just need a few minutes alone in Mr. Kim’s study. And thanks to the years you spent in the Kims’ home as a side effect of your parents’ close friendship with them, you knew exactly where everything was, all the way down to the snug bookcase turned secret corridor where you used to hide whenever your parents had too much to drink and forgot to take you home.

It’s funny how much Taehyung used to terrify you growing up. He was the typical intimidating, rich guy who didn’t seem to want much to do with you. But ever since he came back from his overseas studies, he seems like a new person. Someone much kinder.

You listen for the start of Jungkook’s exaggerated retelling of his first ever arrest and know he should be able to distract Taehyung and his mom just long enough for you to take a quick look around.

While you’re not proud of searching without a warrant, you can’t bring yourself to put Mr. Kim through such a potentially embarrassing ordeal. He’s a kind man and you know he won’t mind if you verify that he doesn’t know more about Park than he’s letting on. If you can find anything that relates to the weird password, that much the better.

Taking a left at the end of the hallway instead of the right, you reach Mr Kim’s study. It’s unlocked as usual.

Sneaking in, you feel a cool breeze hit you. You pull your hair into a bun and start with the desk.

Drat, the drawer is locked.

You feel across some of the ridges underneath, hopeful he, like many others, stores his key beneath a sliver of tape on the underside of the desk. As you reach below, the sound of a familiar voice catches you off guard.

“I appreciate your patience, Sangwoo. You see…”

You pause your ministrations, holding your breath when you recognize the voice.

“… we’re pretty close to nailing him down. No need to worry about—“

“I trusted you to keep him in check, Rick, but I just got another one of those notes. If you can’t handle it I will need to get someone else.”

You recognize the two voices. The first belongs to Kelson. The second to Mr. Kim.

“Sangwoo, please understand. This is a sticky situation for us both. It wouldn’t be helpful for either of us…” Kelson pauses, and you hear some shuffling before he continues in a hushed tone, “to let any of this get out. It won’t be very pleasant either.”

Another scraping sound before you hear Mr. Kim’s booming voice reverberate across the walls. “You… you are not threatening me, are you? Ha,” he scoffs, and the next words send a chill down your spine. “Unpleasant? I see you haven’t been able to make things unpleasant enough. Maybe I’ll do it myself.”

You hear his words echo against your skull. What did he mean by that?

“I do have it under control, Sangwoo. She won’t be in the picture for much longer.”

From the corner of your eye, you notice a flutter at the door but the thought slips away just as quickly as it came while you desperately strain to hear the rest of the conversation.

“We need your cooperation to get—“

You press your ear further against the paper thin wall but soon your vision is clouded by a pair of dark brown trousers.

Caught, you slowly follow the lean line up and nearly flinch when you catch the stern, frowning face of Kim Taehyung, the same intimidating, icy glare you recognize from so many years ago.

“What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

You’re zipping up your bag when Namjoon walks into your office, your run-in with Taehyung still buzzing in your head. You need to make sure he doesn’t tell his father about your snooping - and you’re hoping you gave him enough incentive.

“Kelson rejected your search request.”

You look up with a frown.

“Really?”

He nods. “Not enough grounds to search their bank records officially. Sorry,” he says, pushing up his glasses to get a better look at you.

You shrug. It was a long shot anyway.

“Is Seokjin done for the day?”

Namjoon hums, a tiny grin on his lips. “It depends on what you mean by “done”.

When you quirk a brow he laughs. “Never mind, I’m going to head out before Kelson finds something else for me to do.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Has he not left for the day yet?” You were hoping to take a shot at that phantom red folder, assuming it exists.

“Nope. I think he might be in there all night tracking something he won’t tell me about. Every time I try to enter, he just barks at me.”

He grins but you’re too irritated, only managing a half smile.

When he leaves your office, you sigh and check your phone. Seokjin didn’t have any luck tracing the mysterious texts unfortunately.

Jungkook’s text blinks angrily at you.

[Jungkook 7:13] You better show up. I WILL watch this episode without you. Not kidding this time

You can’t help but smile. He’s been trying to cheer you up ever since that day behind the bank.

Now that you think about it, you don’t know how Jungkook figured out you needed cheering up. On the outside, you look perfectly fine. You made sure of it.

But inside, something about that moment triggered something within you that you can’t quite pinpoint.

“Hey, Y/N, I almost forgot...”

You look up to see Namjoon peering into your office, his deep dimple popping as he smiles at you sheepishly.

“I hope you don’t feel down about Kelson re-assigning you to the Jung case. I know you’ve worked so hard on the Park case but they can really use you with Jung—“

“What?”

Namjoon looks puzzled.

“Kelson is re-assigning the Park case to Nate…” When your jaw drops, he scratches his head. “Did he really not talk to you about this?”

You shake your head slowly.

“I’m sure he will tomorrow. I meant to come by earlier to take the file from you but I’ve been busy with these stupid admin things. Oh, like this anonymous tip I got. They’re saying there’s some kind of contraband at this abandoned warehouse.”

You’re only half listening to Namjoon as you try to calm yourself, knowing you are this close to bursting into Kelson’s office to smack him. Then your brain catches on one of Namjoon’s words.

“… something about it being an inside job and the words friendly fire. It’s just the most bizarre thing. I wanted to chuck it but Kelson specifically asked for all—“

“What did you say? What about friendly fire?”

Namjoon scratches his head again. “The tip asks us to check this abandoned warehouse because they believe an underground ring infiltrated the agency or something. They say we should be prepared for friendly fire. Honestly, it seems like someone off their—”

You remember your exchange with Jimin that day at the museum.

“You’re not… Are you suggesting friendly fire?”

“Oh, there’s nothing friendly about it. You’ve caught onto something, something much bigger than me. And I don’t think even you realize it. But Agent Kelson does. And so do your higher ups.”

Namjoon stares at you as the gears turn in your head. It’s a long shot but it’s better than nothing.

You slip your bag over your shoulder and face Namjoon, who is still leaning against your door. “Ok, Joon. Where is the warehouse?”

To your amazement, the coordinates match up with those the anonymous tipster gave you this morning, the ones you thought were meant to send you on a wild goose chase.

But this goose has laid eggs.

“Just give me one hour,” you whisper into your phone as Namjoon groans on the other end. “Let me and Jungkook check it out first, ok?”

He grudgingly agrees, mostly because he would rather go home than face any more barking from Kelson.

Jungkook is pulling on a hoodie as you glance down at the one you’re wearing. Your outfits look nothing like the coveralls the men inside the warehouse are wearing but they will have to do.

“I better get ice cream after this,” Jungkook whispers, pulling the zipper up.

“Anything you want. Just shush.”

“Did you just shush m—“

You put your finger over his lip as you gesture towards the warehouse’s back door.

The area is brightly lit for an abandoned warehouse. Something you didn’t notice this morning.

Truthfully, you expected at least the appearance of neglect but if anything, the road must have been cleared within the last week and the red dots neatly lining up at each entrance indicate a well-tended and highly protected area.

You walk up closer then stop abruptly.

“Ugh, sor—“

Jungkook bumps into you when you stop short but your hand immediately comes up to block the rest of his apology. You sense movement.

You nod towards the far entrance and Jungkook gets the message.

You two double back and out of view. A large man emerges, directing a truck towards the far loading dock door.

A flood light flashes on as the truck enters its proximity. Two more trucks follow it.

You share a wordless look with Jungkook and he seems to understand.

You’ll need to enter along with the next truck.

Slinking along the perimeter, you quickly reach the far end of the warehouse. You watch as another larger truck appears. Now is your chance.

But a flood light flashes on and you two jump back against the fence. A shout erupts from the other side of the truck and you pull Jungkook into you. Hard. His body lands on yours with full force as you two hit the fence. “Y/N, what are yo—“

Grabbing his hoodie collar, his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re about to do. Your lips land on his and your hands tighten as Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut. Any shock melts from his body as he leans into you, his hands cupping your face now.

Your eyes are squinting at this point and when you notice the man walk away with a disgusted expression, you let Jungkook’s collar go.

He’s still kissing you, though.

Politely, you tap on his chest and his eyes snap open, a shy smile on his face as he pulls away. Wiping the corner of lip, he asks quietly, “Did you really think kissing me would help us blend in?”

You bite your lip, gazing over his shoulder.

“I think that’s the last truck. We need to go. Now.”

With another nod, you both rush towards the blindspot of the vehicle and pass in simultaneously.

Inside, you both back into the shadows, noticing the lack of lighting at the edges of the warehouse. There is a very clear focal point.

At the centre of the warehouse, men load large crates onto the trucks that enter. Those must contain the contraband the tip was referring to.

Jungkook points towards the truck near the front. It looks like it has been filled and awaiting final inspection.

Then you spot a bin with coveralls matching those the men are wearing. Jungkook has already noticed it and he is sneaking towards it with the utmost stealth. Within 30 seconds, he is back with two sets.

Slipping into them, you two appear far less conspicuous.

As casually as two undercover agents can manage in the middle of a brightly lit warehouse, you two start strolling towards the truck.

A man nearby glances towards you and you simply nod, pulling your hat lower down. He looks away.

Inhaling relief, you keep walking. Jungkook is following in step.

As you reach the truck, you pull off the cover.

Wow.

There is enough artillery in here to stage a revolt of some sort. But shockwaves reverberate through your body when you pick up one of the pistols.

It’s government issue. And you recognize the bar code prefix.

This is from your unit.

“Look at this, Jungkook,” you whisper, still surveying the pistols.

When you get no response, you whisper a bit louder, glancing over your shoulder.

But his response is much, much louder.

“I’m a little busy here.”

When you turn towards his voice, you see he is indeed busy, having been surrounded by several armed men. All of whom have their guns drawn and faces covered.

Shit.

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hessdalen-globe · 3 months

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Worldbuilding In Five

Thanks for tagging me @theprissythumbelina

Rules: Post five images of a place in your world and tell us a bit about it.

I decided to go with the City of Cellano

Cellano is the capital city of Daskosa, and is home to almost 4 million people. It is where the nation of Daskosa began, starting off as just a city-state.

Located fairly far north on the Lenvaian continent, Cellano gets its fair share of snow. But things warm up in the summer time, allowing for nice greenery in the many parks and residential areas. It is known for being one of Hessdalen's cleanest cities, as well as among the safest.

The city is coastal, located on a bight of the same name. It wraps around the horseshoe-shaped bay, illuminating the water with the lights of its streets, docks and skyscrapers at night.

Cellano is the official main residence of the royal family of Daskosa, the Kovests. The royal palace is surrounded by public gardens that are filled with flowers, shrubs, and statues. The city's tallest building is also government-related, being the modern and prominent Capitol Tower.

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betaidkhoes · 11 months

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Nothing Burns Like The Cold (PART 1)

Dabi x FAB! Reader (Yandere & SMUT)

WARNINGS: Stalking! Slight Blood Mentioning & Murder

2.7K words

(Part 1/5)

! MINORS DNI !

You were a young petite woman, 20 years old, soft skin, beautiful healthy hair, blush cheeks, wide eyes... you we're the perfect target for a predator to pounce on you at night. You always had a fear of someone attacking you ever since you we're little. The serial killer documentaries you watched at school, the scenarios your mom used to tell you about that would keep your eyes wide open at night, the defense moves your father taught you when you we're 6 years old. Being a young woman in a villain society was almost an invitation it seemed. You we're so vaunerable, I mean what would the villains think you would do? Fight back? Of course not, you we're weak and that gave them a huge advantage. You always tried to be cautious of your surroundings whenever you were in a foreign area or whenever you walked home from work every night. But even in the most safest areas can the most gruesome crimes take place, infact it's the perfect area because no one would expect it coming... your job was a simple one, not much to say about, it helped cover the mortgage on your tiny apartment, cover taxes, food, furniture and so on basic human needs. Life was simple for you. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. You never had a boyfriend or a relationship like that before, your parents never really let boys near you. They we're so protective over you because of the crime rates skyrocketing because of all the superpowers appearing left and right. They wanted to keep their only daughter safe, so it was natural to not let any boys in a 50 meter radius of you. Of course you still had a social life, a few friends here and there, they all come and go. You were a quiet girl, it's not like you we're very popular during your high school days, you would rather focus on studying instead of goofing off with the popular kids at parties and getting so high and drunk you couldn't even pronounce your own name. You liked your simple life though, you never really thought it would change. How wrong you we're...

They say things happen in your life for a reason, people come into your life for a reason and they leave for a reason, you never really believed that until that day, the day your world turned upside down and it seemed like you we're in the worse situation possible and you just wanted to die. Everything was on track that day, woke up, did your normal morning routine and went off to work. Your apartment was pretty close to your work building so you thought you should try and stay ecologically friendly and walk everyday instead of driving. You had your teacher bag packed and leaned over your left shoulder, a medium length skirt on, hair neatly tied up, and white blouse that loosely kissed your bare skin. You looked like a pretty angel walking on the stairway to heaven. You we're infact running a tad bit late, unfortunately your coffee machine decided to break down this morning so you had some trouble fixing it and walking out the door on time. You we're walking faster then usual to pick up the pace so you wouldn't be late for work. You we're wearing high heels so the chances of you falling were very likely, and the odds we're not in your favour today. The right foot accidentally bumped over the left foot when it hit a small rock on the side walk, you lost your balance and had to think quick before you fell on the rocky sidewalk and bruise your hands from the fall. Suddenly without even seeing him from the corner of your eye, a large slim dark figure caught you before the bridge of your nose touched the ground. The catch was so out of line it made your heart beat slightly faster then it had over the past 10 years of your life, you don't think it's beated this fast then since you we're a little girl running around at the park. You we're now in the arms of a complete stranger and didn't know how to react, you turn your head to look at his face but it was covered by a black hood. His arms lifted you back up on your feet as you regained your balanced. Your eyes never left his shadowed face for not even a split second, you we're much taken by surprise. You we're about to thank him but-

"You shouldn't be in such a rush, wouldn't want a pretty lady like you to get hurt now"

He slowly started to walk away while shyly waving at me from behind, not looking back. I couldn't see it but I feel the smirk he had on his lips while saying those words. My hands covered my chest as I was taken back by his words, it made my cheeks feel hot and I didn't really know how to feel except for when I snapped out of my vision and realized that I am still late for work. I fixed my heel that was slightly crooked and thanked him in my head and kept on fastly walking to work. When I arrived at my work I didn't get scolded too hard since this was probably my first and only time i'll ever be late. I was a goody two shoes like that. It kind of made me laugh to think that if my father was with me then he would've chased that man with his shoe all the way down the block. Anyways that was probably the first and last time I'll ever get that close to a man again. My body was pressed up against his chest so hard as if he was holding me for dear life, I bet if I closed my eyes and let all of the outside noise escape my ears, I could hear his heart beat. I'm still disappointed I didn't thank him, he was too far down the street by the time I came back to my senses, and I'm too quiet to shout at him just to thank him, I'm sure he heard my mental message I thought to myself. I get off work around

9pm-ish so it's always pretty dark outside when I walk home. Except this time felt a bit off for some reason, as soon as I stepped outside the building doors, a cold almost piercing wind current hit my body. Its almost as if it we're knifes, I knew winter was coming soon but I didn't remember the weather report saying it was going to be this cold this morning. The entire atmosphere made me uncomfortable, then that fear of someone coming up behind me any moment came into my mind. My adrenaline started pumping through my body, I knew I have to get to my small apartment quick and fast before something bad happens.

I rush home and lock all of my doors and windows, and for some reason, it felt like eyes were piercing through my glass windows and starring right at my body. I didn't feel safe for a second. After a few minutes I realized how quiet my apartment was and didn't like how loud the silence was so I turned on the news to keep my mind distracted. I made some shallow black tea to make my body stop shaking from the fridged air outside. I looked over at my small tv and my heart almost dropped into my stomach. There was a murder case on the news, there was an image of the suspect, it was blurry and had poor quality but it looked almost identical to the man that caught my fall this morning. He had a dark tone, black hoodie, and a tall slim figure, it was no lie that the description matched. The murder involved over 30 innocent people that we're burned to death, the news headline made me sick to my stomach and what scared me even more was the man in the photo... he had... he had to be. He had to have been that man today. A new slide came up and they revealed that the murderer is a known mass serial killer that goes under the name "Dabi". So simple yet it's a name most people won't forget.

"Dabi..."

That name, there was something that gave me the chills whenever I said it. At this point I was shaking... thinking over and over and over on how one of those innocent people could've been me today. I looked over at the time that the incident took place and it was only a few hours after our encounter. I grabbed my remote in a panic and turned off the television as I didn't think I could stand to watch anymore. They still haven't obtained a picture of his face yet his imagine burned clear in my mind. I didn't have to see his face to know it was him. I picked up the phone and called my manager informing him that I don't think I can make it into work tomorrow, I felt very dizzy and the bullet I dodged still left a scar in my head. My manager was concerned as I never took a day off in my life before but because I never had, she said it wouldn't be a problem.

"Um- one last thing Y/n... are you a-alright? You're breathing very heavy over the phone."

I was hyperventilating.

"Oh no I'm uh- fine, thank thank you."

"Are you sure becau-"

I hung up the phone immediately, I was too scared to even talk about what was running through my head right now. I tried to calm myself down but couldn't help but pace around my room, I wish there was someone I could talk too but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. I decided to take a ragged cloth and put cold water under it and placed it on my forehead to help with my dizziness. I walked over to my bedroom and laid down trying to fall asleep and forget this horrible tragedy. The next morning I woke up later since I didn't even shut my eyes until around 1am last night. I had dark circles and felt like I was going to throw up even though I didn't eat anything yesterday. I laid in bed for a few hours until I finally motivated myself to get up. It was a tragic shame what happened to those 30 people last night, but the bright side was I managed to live another day unharmed. I'm sure the police will catch him soon.

Guilty people can't always run forever, eventually karma will catch up to them and give them what they deserve.

I got dressed, took a quick shower, put on some comfy clothing and decided to eat something small, my stomach still wasn't feeling right. I knew what would do me good. Going outside. Nothing feels better then walking outside in the fresh air and clearing your mind. I put on my sandals and opened up my door and noticed a white piece of paper laying on my doorstep. I didn't pay attention to it and thought it was nothing but a piece of garbage and walked past it. Until a gust of wind blew towards me, it hit the back of my leg and so I decided to pick it up and throw it away, until I saw the small black writing on the inside. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to open it...

"(Work address name) is this where you work... y/n?"

What the... what. I must've starred at the piece of paper for at least 5 minutes, I had a blank expression on my face. I couldn't look at it clearly, I couldn't make up an emotion. I looked around me and I looked back at the paper. I can't... I c-can't.. I- um, I didn't know what to think in that moment, the pressure was too heavy. I took the paper and brought it inside and read it over and over. It was my work address. It was my name. I don't understand. Is someone... watching me? I read online articles about stalking and stalkers but I didn't think this type of thing would be happening to me, especially since last night. The note freaked out all the cells in my body. It sent cold shivers down to my core. I couldn't express any feeling towards this. I quickly locked my door and shut all my blinds and windows... just like last night. That feeling came back to me, those set of eyes watching my body. I couldn't take it anymore. This note was the last straw. I picked up the phone and dialed the police...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Beep... beep... the sound kept repeating, I looked at my phone line and then came to the realization that my cord was cut. My heart skipped a beat, maybe even 2. At that point I panicked, I could feel someone lurking in my home. I started breathing heavily, my palms getting sweaty, I didn't have the courage to go around my apartment with a knife in my right hand and open each door until I find a surprise in one of them. I unlocked my door and ran out fast, I ran down the street trying to look for a pedestrian walking by so I could ask them to call the police. Then I saw an old woman turning the corner with her grandson, I ran up to them as quickly as I could and stood directly infront of them until they laid their eyes on me.

"Hello, can we help you with something?"

The young boy looked up at me with concern while his grandmother held onto his arm.

"Y-yes please... I need the police, I need h-help, there's someone.. there's a person, he's in my home... phone.. do you-"

The words couldn't come out of my mouth clear enough but the boy understood what I was trying to say.

"I- um we're sorry ma'am, we only have a phone at our house which is a few miles away. I'm sorry? There's a small shop a few blocks down."

I started really shaking this time not having a good gut feeling at all, the air around me seemed drying then the desert, I ran out of my house so fast I didn't even put on my sandals, my feet were bleeding and my sweat started pouring down my face like a bucket of water.

"N-no please... I think someone is watching me."

I whisper closely up to them not wanting them to panic and realize what I'm trying to tell them. I think whoever was in my house is now outside with me.

"We're very sorry Ma'am, I hope you find help?"

He started walking ahead of me quickly starting to worry about the safety of his grandmother, I watched as they walked away, gripping my hair with my clammy hands as I looked around me. The streets have never been more quiet. I could barely even start to see the young boy and his grandmother walking off. I knew I scared him but I don't blame him as I was starting to lose my sense.

"Excuse me, did you say you needed help?"

I turned around me with a growing smile on my face and happy that someone acknowledged my distress and could help me find a telephone to call the police. I looked up at where and who the words were coming from.

"Y-yes I-"

My smile dropped, my eyes lifted up widely and my arms fell at my side and my breathing stopped. I choked on air when I realized it was him.

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annab-nana · 1 year

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“I’ve earned a solid night’s sleep. I’ve earned it. Who the hell is knocking on my door!?” with Eddie and the reader is at his door

here you go sweetheart :)

warnings: i shifted will’s disappearance and everything that came with it a year earlier, drinking and drunkenness mentions, tommy h and carol, growing apart, mentions of being cheated on (not by eddie), not proofread

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you didn't know why you were here. well, that's a lie. you did know why, but you couldn't believe you were here. you had nowhere else to go.

eddie used to be your best friend. he was the one you'd confide in for everything. you knew him like the back of your hand and he knew all there was to know about you as well. he was a year older than you, so he got into high school before you did. but when you got there, things changed.

you joined the cheer squad and became friends with steve harrington. you tried to continue to be friends with eddie, but the girls pulled you from him to have you sit with them at lunch, and any other time he was near, they distracted you so you didn't even see him until you saw him walking the other way. steve was wrapped up in carol and tommy h and often pulled you along with them to parties. you could sometimes get eddie to come along as he was looking for some more clientele to deal to, but other times he was busy with his band or the new dungeons and dragons club he was building with his other friends.

you two were just growing apart but there wasn't a definite split until the rumor that you and steve hooked up after aiden garrison's party surfaced.

given the outside evidence, that did seem like what had happened but that wasn’t the case at all. you went to aiden’s party with steve and his friends and you didn’t know your limits yet. you were upset with the distance growing between you and eddie and decided to do what everyone else was doing and drowned your sadness in alcohol. you felt sick and steve could tell so he took you to his house where you did, in fact, get sick. and to top it all off, you wore his sweatshirt to school the next day since you spilled your drink on yours the night prior.

you were pretty sure that it was tommy and carol that started the rumor even though they knew steve took you home to be kind, not to hook up. that was just how those two got their entertainment, by messing with others. it didn’t bother you or steve, but after that spread, eddie avoided you like the plague, like he never even knew you.

that was about a year ago and a lot had occurred in that year. you and steve actually started dating about a month after the rumor spread which fed more into it but that didn’t matter. and then almost two weeks ago, y’all broke up when he drunkenly told you he thought he was in love with nancy wheeler, a new freshman. it was heartbreaking but it was fine because you already felt him pulling away slightly before.

but, just now as you passed steve, tommy h, and carol, you found out through tommy’s loud mouth that steve had actually been hooking up with other girls for a good four months before you broke up. you didn’t even have to ask if it was the truth. the guilt of you finding out was written all over steve’s pathetic face.

after that, you started walking toward the trailer park. eddie was the only one who ever understood you and you hated yourself for letting him slip away from you because of steve and everyone else. eddie was the one who made you happy. eddie was the one who made you you.

as you walked alone in the dark, you remembered that this probably wasn’t the safest place to be. the area the trailer park was located in wasn’t super secure. it was dark. anyone could be near and especially with the recent disappearance of will byers, you felt like you should pick up the pace to make it to eddie’s quicker.

the only streetlight near you began to flicker, leaving an unsettled feeling in your gut. your fast walk turned into a light jog and when you turned back to look behind you, that jog turned into a sprint at the tall outline of something scary on your six. you’d never run so fast in your life and when you jumped up the stairs to knock heavily on eddie’s door, you realized you were shaking.

eddie’s grumbling sounded from inside the trailer. “i’ve earned a solid night’s sleep. i’ve earned it,” he started while you dared to glance back again to see that same figure in the distance. your fist met the door three more times beating harder than the last.

“who the hell is knocking on my door!?” eddie whispered to himself before opening the door to see you. his surprise came from seeing you initially until he realized how upset and frazzled you were. he moved out of the way when you made your way in and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder to see if it was still out there. there was nothing. eddie’s line of sight followed yours and he also was met with the nothingness you saw, so he shut the door and turned to you. “what is going on?”

“i’m sorry,” you began, face crumpling as the fear and emotion of the night surfaced in you, “i- so-something was, uh, following me and i d-didn’t know where else to go and stuff h-happened with steve and you’re the only person i feel s-safe around and i-." you got more worked up the more you talked and eddie could see that. his arm wrapped around your shoulders and led you to the couch.

when you sat down with him and took a deep breath, you regretted even coming here with how fragile he was treating you. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have come. you've made it clear you don't want me in your life and i should keep it that way. i'll go."

"hey, no," eddie protested when his fingers circled your wrist and pulled you to sit down again. "i'm actually really glad to see you. but you are in no condition to go anywhere, especially alone, so stay. tell me what's going on. i've missed you."

you never realized how much those words would affect you. "you have?" he nodded. "i thought you hated me."

"no, y/n, never. i could never hate you." quickly, you moved to wrap your arms around him. he reciprocated just as fast.

"i thought you wanted nothing to do with me," you whispered.

"i thought you wanted to hang out with your new buddies more so i stepped out of the way," eddie shared, rubbing a hand up and down your back as tears continued to fall from your eyes.

"no, i want you." you gripped him tighter in fear he'd leave again, but he squeezed you back.

"i'm right here, y/n. i'm not going anywhere."

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 11 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @friendlylocalwhumper!! My bestie!! My good friend!! I hope you like this, I love getting to terrify your characters!!

TWs: captivity, murder, kidnapping, gunshot wounds, fear

Laughter echoed through the hallways. The lights were dim, old. The place was drafty as the winter chill cut through the walls. According to Quinn's research, this was where Major was being kept before his final transfer to the permanent holding facility.

After looking all the research over, Mariano had to agree with them. It had been the only building that made sense. Nondescript while being large enough for their purposes, secure enough while being out in the middle of nowhere. Major had to be here.

Now Mariano crawled, silently, carefully, along the high ceiling. He'd cut through the mesh screen of one of the windows and slipped inside. It was easy enough so far to navigate, hand over hand, claw over claw. He passed through the corridors and towards where the holding cells had to be.

More chatter drifted up, and Mariano paused, watching two guards pass under him. There was no way of knowing what state Major would be in when he got there--knowing this group, he might not even be able to hold onto Mariano. That was the safest assumption.

These two had to go. He'd make it quick. One hand released the ceiling, and he relished the stretch that pulled through his shoulders and core as he aimed at their heads.

Two shots, two hits. Both guards dropped in silence as the smell of burning hair started to waft up. This late, there wouldn't be many people there to notice them for a while.

He swung his arm back up and kept exploring. Any guard that had the misfortune of being on shift was destroyed. Quietly. Mercifully. They never expected it.

It was kinder than they'd been to the warlocks that had passed through these walls.

"Quinn, Remy, Tank." Mariano whispered into his mask as he kept exploring the facility. He knew Quinn had their comms on and would relay things to the others. "Be ready to go when I get out of here." His teeth were clenched around the metal bit of his mask, muffling his words just so. "Once I have him, it'll be a run to the extraction point." He'd parked in a nice, secluded spot, prepped for an easy getaway as soon as he threw his car into gear.

"Understood." Quinn said. "We're keeping an eye out."

I"I'll let you know when we're on our way."

Mariano turned down a hall, eyes glancing around for what Quinn had described the holding cell area as. Strong enough to hold weakened warlocks, but not so permanent that they wouldn't be able to tear it down in a hurry if needed. Likely chain link. It brought to mind going to the animal shelter.

It made Mariano wish, for just a moment, that he'd been less merciful earlier.

But there was nothing to do. He was no necromancer, and there were only a few people here that night. There would be more opportunities in the future, he figured.

Finally, finally, Mariano saw chain link cages off to his right. They were small, grouped together in an unlit alcove that didn't even really count as a room. At least it was deep enough into the building that there was a chance that they wouldn't be discovered. Crawling closer, making his way to a wall for a quick descent, Mariano crept deeper into the darkness.

Alone in the awful cell block, slumped against the corner of his cage, was Major.

His hair was stained with dried blood. His skin was more bruise than anything. His clothes were so soaked with almost-black blood that they would be lucky if they regained their original colors when they were washed. He was so still that for a moment Mariano was afraid that Major was gone.

And then Major looked up. His eyes landed on Mariano. He squinted, as though not sure if he was seeing the human shape on the ceiling properly. Mariano lifted one gloved hand and raised his index finger, bringing it to about where his mouth would be on his faceless casting mask.

"What the..." Major mouthed, eyes slowly getting wider as Mariano got closer. "What the fuck is that...?"

Mariano crawled onto one of the walls before dropping onto the top of Major's cage with a quiet rattle. He crouched down, looking at Major. They couldn't meet eyes, not while Mariano was still in his casting mask, but he waved to the warlock before pulling his hunting knife from his belt.

"Don't, don't..." Major couldn't seem to find his words as Mariano's magic lit up his knife. He sliced into the chain link fencing, making an opening wide enough to slip through. "Fuck off!" Major barked, reaching to try pulling himself to his feet. "Hey--" He couldn't get the rest out as Mariano pressed a hand to his mouth.

"Shhh." Mariano said, low and steady. "Don't scream."

Major didn't seem to recognize him, kicking out and thrashing as hard as he could. His heel connected with Mariano's chest, most of the force getting absorbed by the padding of his gear's top. It sent him falling backwards anyway, and he caught himself with a grunt. "Major, hey--"

Major's fist caught his jaw next as the warlock pounced, and a moment later Mariano’s mask was ripped from his face. He couldn't strike back, and certainly couldn't flip them to pin Major. The mask was tossed away, hitting the chain link walls with a loud clatter. "Major, it's me--stop, you're gonna get us caught!" He hissed, glad that he hadn't dropped his knife.

Major got in another punch, one that caught Mariano's temple and sent the world spinning.

Mariano reeled, blinking hard as he tugged back the hood that hid his eyes from Major. "Major, it's Mariano. I'm here to rescue you." He hissed, catching Major's eyes. The warlock stopped, staring in disbelief before shakily getting off of Mariano.

"Why the fuck are you dressed like that?"

Major was still Major, at least. Mariano glanced down at himself. At gloves with lines that followed the bones of his fingers and ended in metal claws. At the sleek black silhouette of the pants and top. At the pockets and pouches that lined the strap across his torso and his belt, filled with first aid supplies. At the clawed boots and glossy black mask.

"Because I can't climb on walls without it." Mariano said, tugging the hood back up over his eyes. "No one checks the ceilings this late. Plus it freaks guards out." He reached for his mask, putting it back on and immediately feeling more secure with the conductive bit between his teeth.

Major laughed, harsh and acidic and familiar. "Makes you look like a freak." Even with that sentiment, he didn't move away as Mariano got back to his knees in a crouch.

"Well, freaks have more tactical advantage in my experience." He said, rolling his shoulders. "C'mon, on my back. It'll keep you away from my magic."

Major didn't argue with that either, even as he grumbled about having to loop his legs around Mariano's waist. As Mariano stood, he didn't miss how Major held on tighter, or how he turned his head away when Mariano's knife lit up. "Quinn. He's secured, beginning extraction."

There was a route that wouldn't take long. Three doors, three locks, then less than a minute to the car. Mariano started to jog.

The lights cut not two minutes into their escape, replaced with flashing red as alarms started blaring. "Shit--" Major yelped, clinging tighter seemingly without realizing. Mariano didn't stop, breaking into a run.

He heard footsteps behind them, turning and firing two blasts that cut through the darkness. Screams echoed through the hall, followed by the sound of a body crashing to the floor. "Face against my shoulder, it's going to smell fucked up!" He called to Major as he broke into a full run, and for once the man didn't argue.

More guards this time, up ahead. They fired their guns as Mariano fired his magic with a high, trilling whoop, the blasts coming from his mask this time. He felt one arm explode into searing heat just as the guards ahead dropped. That was fine, he'd get that looked at later when the adrenaline had a chance to subside.

He couldn't give any of them time to think.

More guards, more bullets, more magic racing a searing path through the hallway. His thigh lit up next, then his hip. He'd worked with worse circumstances before.

He heard Major yelp, felt him tense and shudder against his back. "Almost out. Almost there, don't let go!" Mariano said, one hand raising up to grip Major's arm. He felt something smear under his gloved thumb. They'd hit Major.

That was much less fine.

Mariano's next blasts hit home, and he raced through the haze of smoke and burning skin and cotton. The locks on the doors didn't need more than a blast each, thankfully, and before long they were bursting into the fresh, night air. Mariano darted towards the cover of the surrounding trees, retracing his steps to where the car was waiting.

"He was hit once, in the forearm." Were the first words out of Mariano's mouth when he yanked the back door open. Remy's and Tank's hands reached out as Mariano turned around, letting them pull their bloodied boyfriend from his back. He shut the door after them before hopping into the driver's seat.

"Were you hit?" Quinn asked as Mariano took his mask off and tugged his hood down.

Mariano twisted the key in the ignition, feeling the restored engine purr to life. "Three times, doesn't matter." He said, sparing them a glance as he started pulling out onto the old dirt road. "None of you can drive stick. I'm not bleeding too badly yet, I can wait a bit." Quinn didn’t argue.

Mariano glanced back through his mirror to where Remy was holding Major's arm, carefully, delicately examining him. Tank had settled him between both of them in the back seat. Between them, nestled under the blanket that Mariano kept back there, Major was almost hidden. Major was safe, there.

"Go ahead and get him healed before we leave the treeline, if you're wanting to. I have supplies if you don't." He motioned to his glove box, and Quinn caught on. They pulled his emergency first aid kit from it, passing it back as Remy's gentle thank-you drifted forwards.

Light shone up from the back seat, and Major's choked-back noises of pain went uncommented on. The trees swallowed the healing radiance. The CD that Bastian had left in the player, on a low volume, swallowed any hitching breaths that could’ve possibly been mistaken for crying.

They'd let Major be strong.

Mariano flicked on his headlights as he eased them onto the empty highway minutes later. Getting to speed, he glanced in his mirror again. Major's head had drooped onto Tank's shoulder, a small frown plastered on his face. Remy was locking the first aid kit again and passing it back to Quinn. Tank had his arm around Major, holding him steady.

Mariano ached, the bullets still in him crying to be pulled out. His shoulder burned, even as he drove using his good arm. But Major needed to get somewhere with a bed, and before that, he needed something greasy and fresh off a griddle. They all did. If he winced while reaching for his wallet in the drive through they'd found, Quinn was kind enough not to mention it.

The extra ten minutes wouldn't kill him by any means, Mariano thought as Quinn passed out the food. It would mean the world to the people huddled around Major in the back seat, and double-checking the route to his right. It was worth washing down any small, low groans or hisses from the road's inperfections with a cold soda.

"Wh...why the fuck did you get me a girl toy?" Major grumbled, opening his bag and seeing what had been tossed in by the fast food worker.

Mariano didn't falter, pulling back onto the highway. "I asked them for one of each for you guys. So you could trade." He explained, popping a fry into his mouth. "It's the best part of getting a toy."

"Fuck off, Mariano." Major snapped.

Mariano grinned, tilting his head to dodge a thrown fry from Major's bag.

It was nice to have Major back.

#Whump #Kidnapping #gunshot wound #Fear #Captivity #Murder #mage of violence #Quinn #Major #Tank #Remy #Thank you Scott!! Thank you for letting me borrow your ocs!!#I hope you enjoy this it was so fun to write!#Happy birthday!!

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thefudge · 9 months

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Hello! I believe you are Romanian?? Do you have any recommandations on what to see/do in Bucharest? (if you ever visited there??)

i am! and i have visited the capital quite a few times. i'm not an expert on Bucharest, since it's so big and there's so much to explore (i still have so much to see myself), but depending on how much time you have on your hands, here are some recs (and even a non-rec, you'll see lol):

the "Old Town", also known as "Centrul Vechi", there's some lovely belle epoque architecture, mixed in with some byzantine elements, west meets east kind of thing, really narrow detours and zig-zaggy alleys (you'll see this mixture throughout Bucharest: try the big, pretty boulevards like Calea Victoriei and Lipscani)

the Atheneum is also very pretty (near the Roman Square - "Piața Romană") and i'd also recommend the "Suțu Palace" (Palatul Suțu).

the "Village Museum" (Muzeul Satului), this really cool open-air museum all about traditional village life throughout the centuries in Romania, it's quite lovely

the National Art Museum (Muzeul Național De Artă) which is HUGE and wonderfully stocked, but you'll need like...almost a whole day to see all of it. the building is also really beautiful. if you have more time, you should also check out a smaller branch called "Muzeul Colecțiilor de Artă" (museum of art collections), where you'll find really interesting art donated by important Romanian families

definitely try to see the Stavropoleos Monastery, one of the oldest places in the city. it is a jewel. you'll love it there (and it's right next to the national history museum). if you visit Romania there will be no shortage of churches and monasteries to see. i'm def biased but we have some of the most beautiful monasteries in the world. you'll see a lot of cool churches/monasteries in Bucharest.

"Hanul Lui Manuc" (Manuc's Inn) is one of those big historical sites you should cover (and it's also a restaurant!); it's a very old inn going back to the beginning of the 19th century and some fascinating stuff went down between its walls (we were still under Ottoman rule when it was built, and it hosted an important peace treaty between the Ottomans and the Russians). i haven't dined there in ages, but i hear the food's still good!

you should check out some of the big parks like Cișmigiu and Herăstrau. there's also this tinier park i'm really fond of called IOR (also called Titan), but that's if you have more days to spare.

on that note, and because this is turning into an eclectic list, try to get to "Lacul Morii" if you can (literally the "mill lake"); it's this lovely and eerie lake that has this very 'abandoned Greek temple' feel to it, due to the architecture and the wilder vegetation on its one island/peninsula (called the island of angels). if you're into spooky/eerie vibes, i highly recommend it, since in order to engineer this lake, a church and a cemetery had to be demolished during the communist regime and uhhh, you definitely feel a vibe when you walk around that area.

speaking of communism, there will be plenty of museums and national houses that you can visit which will tell you about that era in Romanian history if you're interested, but err, you can see it as you walk around town; the eastern bloc soviet architecture is everywhere in the city planning and the grey apartment blocks. most towns in Romania have this overlapping architectural style and most of us have a hate/love relationship to it. since Bucharest is one of the safest capitals in Europe, you can explore neighborhoods and streets outside the big tourist centers, just to get a taste of that. you'll see really lavish streets, and then really industrial-looking, kinda grundgy areas and sometimes there will be combos of really old and really new, or really beautiful and really ugly. it has its own charm. don't stray too far tho

i'd recommend using the pretty good subway system to get to various places (buses and trams are usually super-packed and while there's not so much pickpocketing going on here as in, say, a much more touristy place like Rome, it helps to be vigilant). if you use the subway system, try to see the "Piața Romană" platform (in sector 1) because it's one of the strangest subway platforms in the world. it was basically built in secret during communism, because the dictator's wife didn't understand the purpose of that particular area having a subway line, and so the architects and engineers had to do a very hush-hush hatchet job, which resulted in a place with really narrow platforms and this unique look to it. it has those eerie/spooky vibes i love

DON'T, imo, waste your time on the Parliament Palace, infamously known as "Casa Poporului" (the people's house). you'll hear a lot about this building and how it's the second largest in the world, but it's an ugly behemoth that Ceaușescu had built out of mania and ego and the city and ppl suffered for it. it's the most ironic name you could give a parliament building. it's ugly and lame. skip it.

there are many other places to see, but last thing i'll mention here if you can swing it is the newly refurbished Marmorosch Blank Bank, which is now a hotel & restaurant. it's jaw-dropping, gorgeous kitsch and super bougie and expensive, but if you can look around it's worth it.

anyway, hope you have fun and that you get smth out of the experience! (don't worry about language hick-ups, btw, a lot of Romanians, especially younger ppl, know pretty good English)

#bucharest #places to see #bucuresti #romania #travel #my two cents

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Debut Part 2 Cheers

IRL IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Series Debut

I walked the dark streets I knew so well past bars and brokers. Often see old cars go past but not the sort of nice glamourous old cars, more the cheap barely running old cars. I kept an eye out as I always did as this isn't the safest place for a girl alone. Till I arrived at the car park for the club where a few cars sat but most importantly the little cigarette bin and canopy where people would smoke. My boss Peter hated people smoking inside So made this little area for people to pop out and smoke before coming back in. The shift wasn't meant to start for a good ten minutes so I headed to the smoking area to have a cigarette before heading inside to work. I saw as I approached I wasn't alone.

A Man stood there, he was tall I'd estimate 5'8 or maybe 9? Hard to tell honestly. He had these leather almost motorbike boots on, a pair of dark jeans, a loose black button-down rolled to his elbows, and an aviators jacket on the seat behind him, he passed back and forth under the canopy, phone to his ear, He had very fluffy blonde hair brown at its root and the smallest excuse for facial hair I think I had seen on anyone older than fourteen.

I didn't mean to but I did listen in a little,

"Fuck sake... I know I know but that doesn't mean he's not a fucking dick... yes we all have preferences but if he wants to get anywhere he needs to learn to shut the fuck up and do as he's told... why? why do I have to work with him you picked his cock out... fine. fine. but this is it. He says no to this one he's being replaced... No no, tell him I said that. Alright. Bye." He says hanging up the phone and throwing it over to his jacket, He pulled out a box of pre-rolled cigarettes puts one between his lips, puts the box back in his pocket and grabs a lighter but it didn't seem to light,

"Here" I offered taking my lighter from my purse and offering it to him

"Cheers" he smiled taking my lighter to light up his ciggerette and handing it back to me

"No worries" I smiled

"Here, Fair trade" He smiled grabbing the box from his pocket and offering me a ciggerette

"Thanks" I smiled happily taking it and lighting it up myself "Ooohh Smooth. Patterlow?"

"Amber leaf"

"Oh,"

"Patterlow? christ you in high school or something?"

"No, Just broke"

"Fair enough" he chuckled

"I don't mean to pry but, is everything okay?"

"It's fine, One of my employees is demanding some pretty stupid requirements"

"Sounds annoying"

"Ohh he is. but my business partner insists

"well I'm sure you can get it sorted"

"I hope so"

"You visiting here?"

"Close I work here"

"Do you?" he smirked looking me up and down "waitress? cleaner?"

"Dancer"

"Dancer? You any good?"

"You'll have to find out" I smiled finishing my ciggerette

"Alright, I'll see you in there then"

"Yeah see ya" I smiled heading inside the back door to get ready for work.

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yellobb · 2 years

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When I was in fourth grade, I remember being ushered outside so we could spell out “VT” in the parking lot. I was told that there had been a shooting and 32 people had been killed. I was too young and sheltered to understand what any of that meant, but I knew it made my teacher sad.

When I was in sixth grade, I was getting changed for gym when I heard about Sandy Hook. I knew what was happening now, but hearing that children that young had been murdered in cold blood was a shock to the system. That’s the year I started panicking every time we had a lockdown drill because I was terrified that a gunman had made it into the building.

When I was a senior in high school, I went to my grandma’s house after school and saw the news that a gunman had murdered 17 people at a high school in Parkland. By now, I’d been through dozens of drills, and seen even more headlines about the newest tragedy. I went to DC that March to join the protest.

This year, I’m a junior in college. I go to Virginia Tech. I broke down in tears more than once this year because there were reports of suspicious activity or active shooting situations in the nearby area, and I was terrified that someone wanted to copy what the original shooter had done. It’s been fifteen years since the massacre. On its anniversary, I participated in the annual remembrance run, where people wore bibs with the names of loved ones they ran for. It was hard not to remember being in marching band and hearing that the mother of one of the victims was coming to watch us play and visit the Hokie bird statue we have in his honor outside our practice facility.

I’ve known for a while that nothing has changed. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve only gotten angry at the system we’re stuck in, where 18-year-olds can buy AR-15s because the words of the dead old white men are more important to the people who can actually change things than the lives of the hundreds of children who’ve been brutally murdered in the buildings where they’re supposed to be the safest. I get to listen to conservatives kick and scream about how violent video games and mental illness are the problem, even though almost every other country in the world has both of those things without the death toll.

We keep protesting and organizing and running for office, but it’s been 23 years since Columbine and the only significant change is how much more frequently school shootings occur. I just want to know - how many more lives have to be lost before something finally changes?

#m rambles #politics #tw: gun violence #tw: school shooting #long post #virginia tech #parkland shooting #sandy hook #columbine #uvalde #I just want to scream

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Shrike Chapter 6 Liveblog

Can't believe we're already in chapter 6

He was afraid of this strange loyalty to Dream. It had come so quickly. Too quickly, and too much. There was no explanation for it, no rationality. Was this what devotion meant? A blind and desperate obedience? Did all friendships feel so all-consuming, to the point that it would be death to let go?

This fic is George looking at Dream and thinking "This is a bad idea" but going with it anyway

So I guess in time we're around the the time Wilbur was crowned. Wilbur is probably around 16 years old... Tommy's around 8.

And now Dream was saying the king’s lost father—the Angel of Death—was coming for a vengeance long overdue.

What is he talking about??? Dream really lives in paranoia...

A look of annoyance crossed Dream’s face as he repeated his question, “Where will you be strongest? Which of the forests will listen to you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m taking stock of our assets, George. I need to know where you’ll thrive as a fighter. Here?” Dream tapped a finger against a large portion of the map, marked with a crude drawing of trees. “This is the largest of their forestland. You can do a hell of a lot of damage there. Sapnap’s good everywhere, but your use to me fluctuates with the area, doesn’t it? You’d be useless in northern battles.”

George stared at him for a long beat. And then he said, “You’re terrified.”

👏👏George really sees behind the bullshit👏👏

“You don’t understand,” Dream said, his green eyes bright with an anger barely held back. “You think this is some silly grudge? You think this is a spur-of-the-moment thing? You think this hasn’t been eons in the making?” He stepped forward until he towered over George, his face clouded. “You don’t know anything about me and him.(…)”

Last time I checked neither does Philza. You flatter yourself too much.

“This is beyond you. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, but you will someday. Maybe before this all ends, I’ll tell you the whole truth of it. Him, and me, and the fucked-up game we’ve been playing before you even existed. Maybe you won’t forgive me for it now. But you’ll learn.” And an unsaid promise after that: I’ll teach you.

The silence stretched, infinite and heavy.

And then George asked, his voice like a stranger’s, “Who do you think you are?”

MAN, GEORGE IS JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 😍🥰

George walked away!!! King shit.

The girls are fighting~

Sapnap saying things he doesn't mean...

“He said he’d throw the whole board away if he couldn’t win,” George said. “He’d do it even if we were still on it.”

George is just hitting it out if the park damn

The moment that horse dies it's all gone to shit. Just saying.

“I didn’t tell him to leave. I told him to choose the safest choice for us.” For me.

There was only pity on Dream’s face. “George,” he said, “there’s no difference.”

At least he's self aware? I don't believe it one second Sapnap just leaving has nothing to do with Dream. What did you do. Stop lying.

Wherever good souls went, George and Dream and Sapnap would go the opposite direction.

😬 ←My reaction to this fic from start to finish

But he put one foot in front of the other, his eyes fixed on Dream’s back, the curl of his sun-burned hair, almost silver in the moonlight.

I’ll follow you anywhere, George thought again, helplessly, anguishing. To my bitter end.

Dark SBI? No. Dark DNF /j. Nothing about this sounds good or healthy.

The voice in his head was his. The words were not.

Oh yup. The next fucking sentence.

The riders jumped down from their horses with a quiet thud. One of them wordlessly handed his horse’s reins to Dream. The other gave his to George.

In the dark, with their hoods pulled over their faces, it was hard to be sure, but George thought the riders looked half-asleep.

Oh gods... There we have our first fully mind controled people!

“Who were those people?” he shouted into the wind.

Dream didn’t even glance back at him. “Very generous folk.”

“How do you know them?”

“I know a lot of people, George.”

“And they’re okay with you just stealing their horses?”

George really is just calling everything Dream does out! Based.

George felt a memory pulled violently out of him. The last time he’d found Sapnap in a camp like this, he’d been a prisoner. Now, standing beside Dream, he didn’t feel any different.

Every single sentence. Every single one is a punch to the gut.

Karlnapity?

“Oh,” Dream breathed. “He’s replaced us, George.”

But that wasn’t quite true. Replacement would imply that two things had equal value. But the smile Sapnap had on his fire-lit face now, that was a smile George had never seen him wear.

If I didn't know how the story ended I'd say "Good for him. The best decision to make".

A small, traitorous voice in his head told him to march up there, to demand answers, to throw the tantrum Sapnap always accused him of, to show him what a tantrum really looked like, to fill this whole valley with poison ivy, to smother them all in vines, to remind Sapnap how easily he could take it all away from him—

George’s heart froze.

What, he thought, the hell am I thinking?

He could feel Dream’s eyes on him. Always.

George ran.

👁️👄👁️

If Dream asked him to join a war now, he would say yes. And he could win it alone. He’d be a solitary shrike, impaling Dream’s enemies on thorns of his own making.

heyyy 👈👈 that's the title!

“But why didn’t you take me with you?” George growled. “Did you never stop and think that maybe I was suffocating, too? Why did you leave me behind?”

“Well, why didn’t you follow?” Sapnap shot back.

In their silence, they knew they had the same answer to each other’s questions.

And it was walking up to them in the rain, a small smile on his face.

I want to drag this smiling bastard across the floor

“For when you finally get bored of playing mortal.” Dream cocked his head to the side, staring Sapnap down with bright green eyes.

George should have known then. The only animals in the forest with colors that bright were the ones that poisoned you.

Omgggg George stop— You're popping off too hard

Sapnap you should've let him jump off the cliff. What would it even do to him? Some broken bones? It wouldn't tech him anything but it would feel good.

“Our symphony is still unfinished, George,” he said.

Dream stealing the Wilbur lines that are stolen from Hamilton???

OH FUCK OFF

I hate Dream so much

Oh so much.

Why. Poor Techno. I was expecting it I guess, but AH. It still makes me so annoyed.

#mcyt #shrike #passerine spoilers #shrike spoilers #fanfiction #passerine #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound

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Complaints of Nursing school

Im going to write here cause Imma be caught by venting to my classmates.

I didnt realize that nursing school is such a classist rigourous way to study. I am fortunate that I have a car. I think it should be told that before a student goes to clinicals, that they need to have car. I live in Seattle and not every clinical site can be reached by bus to get there in a reasonable time. I start at 6am to get to my site, the site is only 15 min by car to get there from my house but taking the bus it would take me over an hour to get there.

I knew for some reason I needed a car but I didnt know how much I NEEDED IT to succeed in nursing school. It may seem obvious but it cuts down my travel time to get to clincals. Its the safest way I can get there on time with no hiccups. The bus can be late and it does not come as often if you wanna leave at 5:30am. Its comes every hour. I know to transfer there is wait time to transfer buses and then there is a chance of missing that transfer and everything. Taking uber is almost impossible during that time of night and it cost so much more to take an uber there at that time. I have taken uber to work it has fallen through on me because last minute the driver changes their mind and cancels the ride. LITERALLY I HAD ONE DRIVER who went into the market next to my house and bought a drink before picking me up. (idk why I wasnt more mad). Then there is time to wait for the uber driver to arrive to your house too. I don’t understand how uber drivers don’t understand that if we call you we are paying to get to our destination on time. I had reliable drives most of the time but at that time in the morning it is literally impossible. My classmate is has been late to clinicals 2 time and being 20 min lates can cost someone everything. I think she is figuring out how to get to her clinical and she is struggling. I dont think she is from this area either so she wouldn’t know how terrible the buses are in 5 am and how nobody wants to drive at that time. We live in the suburbs it is not easy.

What I mean is that I hear from students from other cohorts that if a student is late to their clincals even by 2 mins then they will fail the class and they have to restart the quarter all over again. It depends on the clinical instructor and mines has been nice. Its a mark of “professionalism” and it tells the instructor that the student isn’t showing professionalism. I was warned by student from a different quarter that the student failed because of this. Even If they pass all the exams something simple as this can affect how people succeed in nursing school.

I wake up at 4:30 to get to my clinical site by 6am. It takes me 15 min but I need to park to car too...

What I am trying to vent is that it is literally impossible to get to clinicals on time that early when one does not have car. Im glad I finally have a car of my own and not needing my mom to drop me off everywhere. Owning a car takes a lot of money that I earn to upkeep by working the weekends. Its a financial barrier and I really don’t think its really supports people who don’t have money to afford them. Like there all sorts of costs of being in nursing school I wanna complain about outside of textbooks and tuition. I literally am paying for a testing bank question to help me with a class that I DONT WANNA READ FOR OK. IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE TO JUST DO THE READING. ITS HONESTLY DOESNT HELP ME ANSWER THE QUESTIONS ON THE TEST.

#1st quarter nursing student #nursing school

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Legacies Hope Mikaelson Fanfiction

For the full fanfic go to -> https://www.wattpad.com/story/358349998-a-legacies-story ----- Chapter 1 ------ (2.5k words)

The drive to Virginia was a long 11 hour drive all the way from New Orleans. My Aunt Freya drove me all the way. I slept most of the time which annoyed her a bit, as she got bored of the silence pretty quickly.

"Wake up, we're here" Freya said, nudging on my shoulder as she pulled into the gate entrance of the Salvatore school.

I opened my eyes, seeing the large school in front of me as Freya parked. The school was huge, bigger then any mansion she could think of. It could almost be a college campus from the size of it."Remember Hope, here your name is Hope Marshall and you're nothing but a witch." Freya remarked, opening her door to leave the car.

"Then you should stay in, in case someone recognizes you as a Mikealson." I said, quickly, before she got too far out of the car.

"True. Well good luck, and have fun." Freya said, as she backed into the car.

I waved bye as I walked to the front entrance of the school. As I walked up, two girls were waiting for me, supposedly my tour guides. One of the girls was blonde, while the other was brunette. Both of the girls were tall, wearing polished uniforms. I walked over to them and shook their hands, "I'm guessing you two are my tour guides?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm Lizzie, and this is my twin sister Josie, fraternal obvs." Lizzie said, gesturing me inside.

"You must be Hope Marshall?" Josie guessed, walking in suit next to Lizzie.

I followed behind, quickly catching up. "Yes, I am." I said, continuing to follow the two girls down a hall.

"This is the main hall, where access to all the classrooms and major rooms are." Lizzie announced, pointing down the hall.

The hall was wide, with enough space for a large group to all walk together. The walls were a dark spruce wood, with oak linings. All the furniture in the hallway looked almost antique, very old if anything.

We continued to walk till we got to a large opening full of chairs and tables, it was currently mostly empty with just a couple students lingering around.

"This is the cafeteria, it also doubles as the auditorium for assemblies." Lizzie announced.

The rest of the tour felt like it went on for hours, the school was a damn maze. So many rooms, hallways, bathrooms. It felt like I was in a palace, though I did know the house used to be a residence to the Salvatore brothers. But how could two people possibly need all this space? The twins had given me a map, which helped make sense of it a bit, but still some areas were a little tricky. I'd hopefully get the hang of it after a couple weeks though.

After the tour the twins asked some questions about me while they walked me to the main office to collect my schedule.

"So, we weren't really told beforehand. Are you a witch, vampire, or werewolf?" The girls asked in unison. It was almost creepy.

I paused. "A witch." I said, confidently. This was the lie I was going with, which would hopefully work for long enough. My mom and father made an agreement with the headmaster, Alaric, that it would be safest for me if no one truly knew my real identity. So, I would be going under as Hope Marshall, a normal witch.

"Oh, so are we!" Josie said, cheerfully. "We are siphoner witches, from the Gemini Coven. Not many of us in the world." Lizzie added, looking down at me. She was much taller than me, I was only 5'3 so it didn't take much to beat me in that arena.

"I've heard they are a bit psychotic." I added, leaving silence between the three of us. Regretting my comment immediately by the twins reactions. Josie stood a bit behind Lizzie, looking unbothered. However, Lizzie's face was becoming red and she put her hand on the wall, which emitted a red glow. Josie quickly grabbed her hand, as a signal to stop. But thankfully we had reached the headmasters office. The headmaster opened the door quickly, and Lizzie relaxed a bit more.

"Hope Marshall!" Alaric said, from beyond his desk. "You girls can go. Thank you." He said, as Lizzie and Josie left the room, closing the door. "Here is your schedule, Hope Mikaelson." He said, as I walked towards his desk.

"Thank you, and for our arrangement." I said.

"No worries, it might be rough to hide your wolf nature for a bit. You will get used to it. I'm sure. I also hope that you will be able to make a lot of friends during your stay here. You seemed to be getting along fine with the twins." He said, keeping his voice down to not be heard by passersby in the hallway.

"So far." I said, trying to keep down my laughter. He clearly hadn't heard what just happened in the hall.

I picked up my schedule and left his room. At the bottom of my schedule it said my room number, 118. The dorms were on the second floor, so I took my bags that were in the front of the school still and headed there.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see my roommate. I was told I would be in a single room, to avoid anyone finding out my true identity. I guess however, Alaric was very serious about me making friends.

The roommate turned out, while sitting on her bed. "Oh hi, you must be the new girl. I'm Cate." she said, cheery. She was also wearing the same uniform that the twins had been sporting, however she had her brunette hair tied in a clean bun, rather than having it free-flowing.

"I'm Hope. Hope Marshall. Nice to meet you. Are you also a witch?" I asked.

"Yes, so I'm guessing you are too. That's nice. I hate when they mix us up sometimes. Better to stay on our own." She said,

I paused, not knowing how to reply. "I guess so." I said as I laughed nervously.

Immediately, I turned as I heard a knocking on the door.

"Come in." Cate said, loudly so the person on the other side of the door could hear.

A tall girl with brunette hair walked in, she was also very polished with her hair tied up and her clothes properly on. Unlike most students who took uniform dress code as a suggestion.

"Emma, meet Hope; my new roommate who is also a witch." Cate announced.

"How nice." Emma said, walking in the room to sit on the bed with Cate.

"So, where are you from Hope?" Cate asked, as Emma attently leaned in.

"New Orleans, Louisiana." I said,

"That explains the accent." Emma said, giggling a bit.

My southern accent wasn't too strong as my parents weren't from New Orleans and I was mostly secluded from people. However, I still had some influence that rubbed off on me.

"Today there are no classes, so that the new students can adjust and understand the lay of the land here." Emma said, cheerfully.

"That means we can give you a real tour of the school." Cate added on.

"I had already been toured by two girls, Lizzie and Josie, earlier today." I said, a bit confused.

"Yeah, their tour is what Alaric, the headmaster, wants you to see. We will show you all the cool places, nooks and crannies." Emma added.

The two girls quickly got up and took my hand leading me out of the dorm. We walked down a long hallway which led to the steps, which I was on early to find my dorm. We then wandered down another long hallway which led to the backdoor. Once we were outside we walked into the woods.

"So where is this place we are going exactly?" I asked, as we began to rummage through the woods.

"It's this abandoned structure, of what used to be a building, all the parties happen here. It's also just a nice spot to chill out. The Saltzmen twins found it a couple years ago, it's pretty neat. We all call it the old mill." Cate said, leading me to a clearing.

It did look a bit run down, not many walls and no glass on the windows. Bottles were seen broken on the floor and in some crevasses.

"Hasn't been cleaned up since school let out." Said Emma, noticing me eyeing all the trash and bottles.

"I can see that." I said, sarcastically.

We began to turn around and head back to the school building. We were just in time so we immediately headed to the cafeteria. I followed swiftly behind Cate and Emma as they led me there. I began to recognize the halls and rooms, which was good, yet much still remained a maze to me.

When we got to the cafeteria it was crowded, bustling with people.

"The school tries to promote the idea of the 3 supernatural species coexisting together harmoniously. However, we still usually stick to our own species when sitting together, hanging out, etc." Emma said.

The two girls ushered me over to a table. "This is where the witches sit." Emma said. The 2 girls sat next to each other, having me sit across from them.

I recognized two other girls at the table, Lizzie and Josie, who had been my tour guides earlier. They were sitting a seat down from me, glancing at a boy from another table.

Said boy began to walk over to Lizzie and Josie, "I saw you peeking, what's up." He said.

Lizzie's face quickly turned to disgust as she approached. Josie tried to ignore him, looking back at her food.

"MG, you had your tongue down you know who's throat. Don't think we wouldn't know." Lizzie said, with her fists clenched.

"She was available, not like Josie is still dating her." He jeered.

The disgust on Lizzie's face increased, causing MG to swiftly walk away to avoid any more confrontation with her.

After watching the whole thing go down I looked back to Cate and Emma. "What was that about?" I asked.

"MG was caught last night with Josie's ex-girlfriend, Penelope Park. Apparently she had cheated on her, so they had a really bad breakup." Cate explained, keeping her voice down.

"Oh wow, and is MG a witch also? Same with Penelope?" I asked, I didn't really know anyone and wanted to change that quickly.

"MG is a vamp, but Penelope is a witch. He goes for anyone he finds cute, some say he even has a liking for Lizzie." Emma said, playing with her food.

Later, after lunch. I returned to my room while Emma and Cate were hanging out with some of their friends.

A letter began to magically float through my door and into my hands, with my name written on it. I quickly opened it, confused as to what it could be about. It contained a piece of paper with some print on it reading

"I want you to attend therapy with Emma Tig at least twice a week. Just to make sure you're adjusting well and so you can talk to someone who knows your secret. None of the other teachers will be informed of your identity, don't worry.".

I sighed, and burned the letter by quickly saying Incendia to make sure Emma wouldn't see it.

I wasn't really excited by this news, but I will try to make the best of it hopefully.

Emma came back into the room a bit later, asking if I wanted to come down for dinner. But lunch was so big I turned it down. I decided I'd go outside and maybe see if I can wolf out in the woods.

I left my room and attempted to find my way to Headmaster Saltzman's office. This wasn't too difficult as there were some signs in the hallways that were a bit helpful. Once I got there I knocked on the door.

"Come in." He announced.

I quickly opened the door and sat down at one of his chairs.

"Vis sera portus" I said, to seal the doors so no one could come in or hear our conversation.

"I was wondering if the woods were a safe place to wolf out. I haven't turned in a while, I get restless." I said, now that the spell was up.

"I assume you can do it in the backwoods, behind the mill. Just don't be out there for too long and be careful." Alaric said, looking at the time on his clock.

"I'll be fine, don't worry." I said, quickly taking down the spell and leaving the room.

I headed toward the back door that Emma and Cate had led me out earlier to find the old mill. On my way out MG, the vampire from the cafe, approached me.

"Hey, you're new right? What are you doing out of the cafe?" He asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"Oh, uh, just going out for a walk. I'm not really hungry." I said, nervously. I wasn't too sure what he wanted or was doing.

"Sure. Be careful. You never know what's out there." He said, while walking away.

I then returned my focus to the back door and left the building. It was brisk out, but manageable. I knew I'd be warmer when I turned either way.

I walked into the woods, till I thought I reached about the middle. I began to take my clothes off and placed them neatly in a bag I had prepared to leave by a tree.

Once I was out of my clothes I shifted into my wolf form. This was fairly easy to do now since I had first turned 2 years ago. The pain was minimal, or not at all there. And once I turned the feeling was indescribable.

I began to run throughout the woods, feeling the dirt and grass below me. I could hear the birds in the trees and bugs in the grass.

After about an hour I made my way back to where I left my clothes and shifted back into my human form. I quickly changed and headed back into my dorm.

When I got in, Emma was already seated on her bed reading a book.

"Oh hey, where were you?" Emma asked, looking up from her book as I entered.

"Took a walk in the woods. Wanted to explore the grounds a bit." I said, trying to keep it smooth.

"Be careful going alone, next time go with someone. You never know what's out there." Emma said, then she quickly resumed reading her book.

My second warning of the woods today. I wondered what was really out there that people needed to be careful around. "What's out there?" I pondered. "I didn't really see anything when I went on my walk, it seemed normal."Emma sighed, and put down her book. "There are just rumors of things that go bump in the woods, and locals could be out there too. Better to not run into either. I'd just stay clear of it next time. Usually the only time people go out there is for parties at the old mill because with more people it's safer." She explained. I nodded in understanding and went to sleep in my bed as she continued to read.

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