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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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oh shoot sorry it sounded like prejudice, my apologies

(long, also tw??) It's more like in my town there's only like 2 motels and one is 1000% a love motel (which, not saying those are bad, but that building is such a health hazard that it gets closed down a lot. Anyone going there is risking their life tbh). And the other one shut down a while back after the roof collapsed.

There's a fair bit of shady things that go on around here (we're a town that's big enough to be considered a city but it's more like a small town that just kept growing to include other small towns. It's weird and means that there's sections of town that's built up and large sections of older houses kinda falling apart) which means we're uhh on route between larger cities for not great things. (trafficking, kidnapping, etc sorta bad stuff).

Even though there's strict gun laws here there's a surprising amount of covered up shootings (and in general murder and unnatural deaths) that happen, like we're not in america and we have multiple-times-a-year shooting drills at school. Our town was once called the murder city before the 2000s lol.

It's more for general safety, though there's a huge homeless issue here. There's not enough homes, rent is extreme, there's far more people than there should be dying on the streets of overdoses, etc etc and a lot of covering it up/it not being reported/publicized. However the locations of the motels are too far from the main downtown so it's more of a "it's horrible that people have to choose between the streets and walking for an hour or three for an overpriced mouldy room".

ig that's just reflective of the current climate here, I could go on but the town's gotten pretty bad lately. Cops suck, town section divides, stalking/harassment, and all the other stuff I could go on about. It really is terrible that there's nothing happening to push for more affordable housing and help for those that need it, and I really really hope the best for everyone in a bad situation (i myself was homeless for a month before getting an overcharged room with a shady dude. I ended up sleeping in trees lol) but it's like balancing between sympathy and not wanting to get attacked, hate crimed, stalked, or whatever else.

Not to say that it'll happen the moment someone goes outside, but it's also like.. more common than it should be. I've had some run in with people on the bus harassing me and trying to find out where to find me where there wouldn't be surveillance. It's pretty easy to find drug deals going on. There's extremely few mental health resources and even less that are even available and there's a huge shortage of doctors. There's a tent town that has appeared in the news coercing children into "moving in," and the police basically said the kids are choosing to run away and if the parent's can't stop them it isn't their issue. A guy one of my cousins was dating was shot by a cop because his older brother was involved in all that (RIP).

ig it's a thing my parents taught as a way of protection. Kids in our family get pocket tools (aka protection aka legal way to carry a knife) once you're old enough to be out and about on your own, and it's probably added to a part of the family having to talk to protective services because of gang related issues and other stuff. My uncle (ayy hunter moment) on one side is a known child predator with a group of friends with similar tastes and has tried kidnapping a different cousin (and possibly other kids) and tried doing that to me at his own son's funeral (my name was changed so I could better avoid him). He's connected with my aunt who was forced into a situation where they were group raising kids and a few died and child protective has done nothing :/

We ain't rich and it's more of developing a radar of "will that place kill you or not" sorta thing, possibly related to all the shit happening in my family. Like there's SO many people cut off because they've tried killing kids or other stuff. We've been robbed the few times. My family will choose to park the car outside of the city and sleep in it rather than use the motel rooms, or camp in the better seasons. We had to do that when I was in grade 7 because we were homeless for a few months. Had a lot of sleep overs that time lmao.

Sorry for rambling, I've been trying to move outta here for a while but the nearest towns are pretty bad too. The only times I've been to the motel is when helping out my cousin who does prostitution sometimes and sometimes has had clients that are too much trouble so there's definitely some trauma association there.

Anyways I'm glad to hear that outside of my town outside halls are good and not a sign of risk!!

no need for apologies i was sure you had reasons and I didn't necessarily expect an explanation, it just reminded me of stuff going on in my home town is all.

im sorry you're in such a shit situation, it sounds awful. I hope you can move away sooner rather than later. but for now your "will that place kill you or not" radar seems useful so I'm glad you have it.

and i dont mind rambling. i like to hear about other people's lives (in case that wasn't clear from me reading and responding to almost every ask I get hah) and I like hearing why you think the things you do, or why you have certain associations that I don't. its always interesting.

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #outdoor hallway discourse

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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corruptionasart · 2 years

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general blog update i guess?

So like I just spent like an hour multitasking a bunch of unrelated stuff and also replying to an ask and it got me in a mood to type stuff so I'm just gonna say a few things that have been sticking in my mind lately about this blog and rom corruption etc.

So like, rom corruption isn't special, the way I do it isn't special. Actually the way I do it is actively worse than how pretty much everyone else does it who uses the program that I use.

You can find more info on that and the corruptor I use in general at corrupt.wiki which is a great resource if anybody out there wants to get into this stuff. I made a really cringey tutorial video for it like 5 years ago and it's extremely outdated so don't even bother.

So if you wanna do some corruptions the tech is there, roms are as widely available as they've always been, you can just go out there and do it. I've always maintained that the real work, the real "art" behind what this blog is about is what is shown to you as opposed to what is not shown.

Speaking of that, so this past month I hadn't uploaded any new gifs or anything until a few days ago, but I had been recording corruptions off and on. I ended up recording over an hour from various games and all of that ended up netting me 7 gifs. Which if I'm honest is more just me being more selective since I feel like I have a pretty big back catalog of stuff and so I'm only really showing you guys the really unique stuff at this point. And also there's a lot more to editing these gifs than you might think, most of these aren't just straight clips from the video.

I say all that only to sort of reset any kind of expectations for this blog, like I'm not gonna go back to keeping this blog stocked with 5 posts a day in queue for all eternity.

Anyway, as far as the other types of content popping up on the blog, like my music stuff... uhhh... I'm gonna keep doing that stuff and keep posting it but I realize that if I want to grow any of that stuff I'd have to start posting elsewhere and doing stuff on real social media and I just can't be bothered tbh. What I've learned over the past few months is that

I'm just really terrible at being a Content Creator

and tbh that's fine? Like if that was how I intended to make money or whatever then it would be an issue but I have, like, a job?, and that kinda hampers my willingness to go out and be on that social media grindset that would actually bring what I make to the fore. That's kind of disappointing in a way but hey that's life.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway that's what's going through my head these days, sorry it's so long but whatever man that's just how it's gonna have to be.

btw I'm probably gonna do a twitch stream or something tomorrow doing what I've spent the past couple days doing, creating a really stupid geoguessr map. You can play it here, it's really dumb, but I'm gonna keep adding to it because it's important to me and nobody else has done this concept so why not.

if you've actually read this far down and you want to say anything about it I do have asks open although I'm about to go to sleep right now so don't expect a reply until tomorrow bye

#long post #rom coruption #words #blog update

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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kitsu-katsu · 4 years

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On kiribaku becoming canon and their evidence:

So I posted this on reddit earlier, but wanted to have it here where more KRBK shippers are, since I just ended up compiling a lot more than I thought I would.

Fair warning: A pretty big text with a compilation of kiribaku moments ahead.

We would all love kiribaku being canon, and I think it's not as much of a longshot as some may lead you to believe.

Honestly, if one of them was a girl, this would most certainly be canon, like, just in the anime we have:

Them becoming friends slowly in the background, leaving us with good development between them that is so seamless it can hit you hard once you notice how close they've become if you hadn't noticed before.

Them arriving and leaving the pool together while walking in the sunset.

They support and compliment each other (both on personality and quirks, like come on).

Kirishima can just lean on Bakugou or side hug him all the time and Bakugou lets him with no problem, which considering who we're talking about is a pretty big thing.

Kirishima can seem even more agitated than Deku about Bakugou being taken, and Deku is the one who idolized him since childhood.

The whole "It has to be you" thing and the precious hand holding (including that little scene after the rescue, where Kiri tries to grab Baku's hand again).

Kirishima bought expensive night vision googles in case they were useful for the rescue even though they had Yaomomo with them (this boy goes through extremes just to ensure his boyfriend's best friend's safety)

Kirishima is officially the one Bakugou considers an equal, and considering his conflicting inferiority and superiority complexes (making him perpetually place people as above him or beneath him) is vital information.

Kirishima is esentially Bakugou's first real friend (as Deku was considered more of an incomprehensible nuisance and his childhood troop seemed more like his followers who just put him up on a pedestal and followed what he did).

Kirishima has jumped in front of danger for Bakugou's sake quite a bit of times (including a time in the movie).

Kirishima is a central piece in Bakugou's character development.

Bakugou was the one who told Kirishima he was strong and gave him his confidence back, reminding him of what he said at the start of their friendship.

Kirishima unlocked fucking UNBREAKABLE because of Bakugou's encouragement.

Going to extra stuff:

Bakugou's favourite hobbie is hiking, and we're shown he takes Kirishima with him sometimes, thing he doesn't seem to do with other characters.

The whole festival thing, with the narrator outright assuming Bakugou must have given his coat to a pretty girl who was cold, only for it to be revealed in another picture that he gave it to Kirishima because as usual, he didn't have a shirt on.

On the movie Bakugou could have taken anyone to I-Island and took Kirishima as his plus one. They share a room. Kirishima bought suits for both of them, with the most detailed one with white roses being for Bakugou, and they decide to go to the party together.

In a BNHA Smash connected directly to the movie, Midoriya notices the white roses in Bakugou's suit and notes that they mean deep respect and "I'm the one for you", which prompts Bakugou to send an explosion his way (not to Kirishima who gave him the suit, mind you), which makes the flowers turn red (from blood), after which Mineta appears to say that red roses mean "beautiful and passionate love".

They are usually seen together in merch stuff.

There's this tumblr post talking about japanese fan's reactions to one of Horikoshi's drawings which I find at least hilarious:

https://exbrodokills.tumblr.com/post/187710597637/here-it-is

There are discussions regarding Kirishima's character sheet and the translation of him liking "tough guys" (here's a podt by aitaikimochi explaining the meaning of the translation: https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171127708911/amp) where even translator such as aitaikimochi have gotten into, and they have mentioned that there's a japanese stereotype of a type of gay guy who is obsessed with "manly behaviour" and usually stay away from women, prefering tough guys instead, which is interesting to say the least.

Some of the light novel episodes which show more slice of life moment feature some good kiribaku moments, with a prominent one being this one wich details their study date (it seriously seems like fan fiction, not even kidding, and this is supposed to be sort of canon):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171236111166/amp

Also there's a chapter where Kirishima tells Fatgum about Bakugou being extremely happy, and another one where they are arm wrestling between classes and they cheer for one another heavily.

(Honesly, just go through aitaikimochi's whole kiribaku tag, there are some pretty interesting things there)

Here are some analysis on their possible coding, if you guys are interested:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1dxO6Y0yK_wxOJDmRsBYvsVWKwsH7tKc92skxJ--R1m4/edit?usp=drivesdk

(Bakugou's one link can be found at the end of that one)

And in BNHA Smash, there are quite a lot of things, and we must not forget that the whole thing still gets approved by Horikoshi before being published, some of my favourite things are:

Kirishima inviting Bakugou to spend christmas together, with the translators noting christmas in Japan to be a romantic holiday in the same panel.

In one issue, Jirou falls for Kiri and him being oblivious just leaves her for Bakugou.

Once Bakugou becomes a shoujo boy after being his with a quirk and just involuntarily talks in flirt, and in one moment Kirishima outright flirts back.

Bakugou works his ass off to repay Kirishima for the night vision googles they used in the rescue.

Kirishima is literally described as the chicken soup for Bakugou's soul!

An interesting thing I found out is that in the chapter where all of 1A minus Bakugou turn into animals, one scene originally had Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous of Kaminari and Midoriya petting Tsuyu (as a cat - yes I know, a cat) and giving all their attention to her, however, Horikoshi himself changed that scene, noting he didn't think their character relations worked well in that scene, and made it so that the one that ended up in smash contains Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous because Todoroki (as a koala) has climbed up Bakugou's torso and won't let go. I saw this all in a tumblr post a few months ago, which showed the original scene in a book (I think it was in italian and was translates below) but I can't currently find the link, sorry, if someone finds it, It'd be appreciated if you could reblog with said link.

And in regards to meta stuff, the show already has some LGBT characters in it, with Magne and Tiger being trans and Toga being bisexual, so it's not as much of a lost cause to hope for this as it would initially seem.

(Please kirimina shippers, don't take offence because of this, it isn't my intention to insult your ship, I simply want to analize what has been given to us, so please try to take this lightly):

We should also take into consideration Krishima's first version in the sort of "beta" for the manga (where Midoriya was Yamikumo).

His character sheet mentions he's quite the delinquent and entered UA to impress a girl. Obviously his character evolved tremendously since then, but the girl was most probably intended to be Mina's equivalent. This was later changed to him liking "tough guys"/"hard liners" and his thing with Mina became more of an "I admired your bravery and heroic spirit when in middle school even if I hardly knew you", later seeing each other and establishing more of a little friendship. However, it hasn't really moved further from there, and Kirishima has already established much stronger bonds with our favourite exploding boy. All changes in characters are made for a reason, and Horikoshi clearly changed his mind on Kirishima's motives for wanting to be a hero and his relationship with Mina.

So yeah, all in all, this ship is great, it's precious, adorable, helps both characters grow, is balanced and has good chemistry. So even if after all these things they don't become officially canon, we still have so much canon material for them in the present I'd honestly still be happy, these dorks make me smile and melt my heart, so I hope they both have good endings.

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Pete Davidson One Shot

XX-Pete and you have been dating for a while. You’re not famous or anything. Just a regular girl from NY. He starts bringing you around his famous friends and paps are constantly bothering you. People are sometimes rude but Pete always defends you and protects you.

one shot request! pete introduces you to his friends and he praises you after ;)

You and Pete had met five months ago at an event one of your friends had dragged you to. Big crowds and loud parties really weren't your thing but you had found refuge near the open bar and kept to yourself until Pete had come up.

The two of you talked for a while, each comparing your own brand of social awkwardness with a laugh.

By the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers with the promise to hang out again and said goodbye.

Within two days, Pete had called you, inviting you to dinner and you had been together since.

"Babe, I was thinking, maybe we could hang out with some of my friends today?"

Pete walks into your bedroom as you get dressed and you look at him through the mirror with a sigh.

He had been hinting at you meeting his friends for weeks and up until now, had never full out asked you.

You were nervous, a lot of his friends were famous and you were extremely worried about how they would react to you.

"I don't know, Pete."

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"They will love you. Don't worry. Honestly, they've been asking to meet you for a while."

You close your eyes and reluctantly agree. You were having a great time with Pete and even though you had only been together for a few months, you were really falling for him.

Being someone who had never dealt with the paparazzi or fans before, it was sort of an adjustment.

After the first few times you had been seen together, people seemed to want to know everything about you and they definitely have had their opinions. You tried your best to not let it affect you, but sometimes, things people said about you were just downright rude.

So now that Pete wants you to meet his friends, you were worried about how they would react to you. You wanted them to like you, for his sake.

"I promise, it will be fun alright?"

Pete kisses your cheek and leaves you to get dressed.

An hour later, you are sitting on a couch in one of Pete's friends houses, only half listening to what they were talking about.

"Are you alright?"

Pete asks, noticing how quiet you are.

"Yeah, I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

You kiss his cheek and head off to the bathroom.

"So what do you guys think of my girl?"

Pete asks once you are out of earshot.

"She's really sweet. A little shy though but we can probably break her out of it."

They all laugh and agree.

"Really? Good because some people can't seem to leave her alone. Some of the fans have been a little mean actually. She's been trying to hide it but I know its bothering her."

You were on your way back out from the bathroom when you hear the conversation and stay back to listen.

"They are just jealous. Look at the girls you have dated in the past few years. All out in the spotlight and now you have this regular girl who you are clearly crazy about and they all wish it could be them. She shouldn't listen to them. Honestly, she should be flattered."

You knew they were right, you shouldn't let what other people say bother you and just feel lucky that you have a man like Pete in your life.

You take a deep breath and walk back out to join the crowd, feeling a bit better about being around Pete's friends.

"Sorry guys."

You take your seat back next to Pete as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

The rest of the day was great, you really felt like you could be yourself around Pete's friends now and you could tell he was very happy about that.

"You were amazing today baby. I know you weren't all that excited to go but they really loved you and I am so happy I finally got to show off my amazing girlfriend."

You smile happily, cuddling into his side as the two of you make your way down the street a while later, heading off to get some food.

"Pete! Pete! How long are you going to slum it?"

A small crowd of paparazzi swarms you, snapping pictures and yelling out questions.

Pete holds you tighter as he tries to push through them, protecting you as best as he can from the screaming vultures.

"Back off dude! If you think me being with this beautiful and amazing woman is slumming it then you need to get your fucking eyes checked."

Pete says angrily to the people still yelling out rude comments.

"Listen, say whatever you want about me, I certainly give you enough to talk about but leave Y/N out of it. She doesn't deserve it and I won't let you do it to her anymore."

You finally get passed them and duck into the restaurant that luckily did not allow them to follow.

"You didn't have to do that babe. I can handle it."

You say after you were seated and had ordered.

"You shouldn't have to babe. You didn't do anything to deserve it and I am not going let them continue to do it."

He reaches for your hand across the table, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you but thank you. I truly am the luckiest girl in the world."

You smile at him truly happy in this moment of just you and Pete.

#Pete Davidson One Shot #Pete Davidson x reader #Pete Davidson #Cocos stories

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eberles · 4 years

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Forgotten

Matthew Tkachuk

Request: 8. “You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!” 11. “Your bed head is really cute.” 23. “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

A/N: first time writing for him, please let me know what you think! i combined 2 separate requests and turned into this!! enjoy! 🥰

Warnings: angst with a fluffy ending

Tonight was the night. It was supposed to be the night. The night your boyfriend of almost a year was to finally meet your parents, but of course he forgot and you didn’t want to be as disappointed as you were but damn he was making it really hard. Your parents were only in town for 2 days, dinner tonight had been planned for months and Matty couldn’t be bothered to show up. Or even call you and tell you he wasn’t going to be there which was beyond embarrassing for you to have to show up for a family dinner, alone. At least for you, your parents were understanding when you gave them some lame excuse about Matty having some team event you both completely forgot about. You hated lying to them and all you wanted was to show them how great of a boyfriend and person Matty was and you weren’t sure when you’d have that opportunity again. You made the most out of dinner with your parents, enjoying being able to see them for the first time in so long since you moved to a new city.

When you arrived home you were happy to see that Matty wasn’t just sitting on the couch doing dirt nothing when he should’ve been out with you. Quite honestly, you didn’t want to see him for the rest of the night anyways, but you knew once he did come home you’d have to face the music. You weren’t going to make it easy for him though, hopefully Matty knows how to use his context clues to figure out how he fucked up this time.

i’ll be home in 20

You scoffed at the text tossing your phone on the couch next to you. Did I ask? You debated leaving just so you didn't have to look at his face when he comes home, you knew seeing his pretty eyes and curly hair was going to make it hard for you to give him the cold shoulder. You stayed on the couch, a cliche hallmark movie on the screen in front of you and a fuzzy blanket thrown over your legs when he arrived.

“Hey baby, how was your night?” Matty came through the door, a smile on his face excited to see you. He walked closer to you, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips, but you kept your face neutral while turning slightly to the left so his lips brushed your cheek. “Is everything alright?”

Matty noticed your cold expression and the way your body tensed when he got closer to you, he noticed how you didn't answer either of his questions, just simply shrugging when he asked if you were okay. He knew he was in trouble, he just didn't know what for. He thought about everything that could've made you upset today, but he hasn't seen you since early this morning and everything was fine then. Matty decided to take a few moments to think about what could be causing you to be upset so he went up to your bedroom and changed into a pair of sweats before returning back down stairs. You refused to look at him, you couldn’t give in just yet, he needs to work for it.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Matty sat next to you on the couch, rubbing your thigh in a comforting manor, looking at your face trying to see if there are any readable emotions showing through. You took Matty’s hand off your lap and moved it onto his own before looking over at him with a hard expression on your face, your eyebrow raised a little and lips pursed. “You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

“Think about it.” You sighed, watching Matty’s happy-go-lucky eyes turn puppy-like and sad, your expression softening the slightest bit. You stood up from the couch, putting your wine glass in the dishwasher, before retreating to your bedroom for the night. It was late, but you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep without talking to Matty first. You turned on the same silly hallmark movie and sat against the headboard, contemplating whether or not you should just give in to Matty so you guys can argue about it and make up. It didn’t take long for Matty to follow you up to the bedroom, his shoulders were slumped and he looked like someone kicked his puppy and your heart broke for him.

“Figure it out Matthew, I should not have to spell it out for you. What was tonight?” Your voice broke a bit as you spoke and your tone was quiet, you could see the wheels spinning in Matty’s head as he sat on the edge of the bed. Anniversary? No. Birthday? No.

“Love, i’m sorry, I-” Matty gasped, mid sentence whipping around to look at you. His face had the look of pure shock written all over it and you knew he figured it out. “Tonight, tonight was dinner with your parents.”

“Yup.” you said, making sure to pop the p. Matty was immediately at your side, apologizing profusely and assuring you he “was going to fix this.” When you neglected to respond to his pleads, Matty stood up walking out of the room and rushing out of your shared home. You heard the front door shut and stood up in shock, moving the curtains to look out the window to see that he indeed did just leave. You weren’t sure how long Matty was gone for eventually crying yourself into a deep sleep, but when you woke up he was awake in bed next to you. You were ready to jump out of bed and give Matty a piece of your mind for the way he left last night when he held your arm holding you in bed.

“Wait, let me explain.” you nodded your head yes, sitting up in bed so you could be at eye level with your boyfriend, ready for what better be the best excuse ever. “I went to your parents hotel last night and I convinced them to stay for the rest of the week. I explained what really happened last night and they were not too pleased with me, but I want to show them how sorry I am to you and them and prove how much I love you.”

“I don’t- what?” you were flabbergasted, utterly confused. The reason your parents were not staying longer was because they worked for what they had and couldn’t handle taking a whole week off of work. “How did you get them to stay?”

“Well, i’m paying for the hotel and the new plane tickets and it took a lot of begging, but they gave in pretty easily.” Matty explained, and you honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your boyfriend went out on a limb and met your parents on his own, without you. It might not have been much considering he should have met them with you, but the gesture was huge for you.

“I’m not mad anymore.” you cried, scooting closer to matty letting him place his hands on your waist and lift you onto his lap. “I’m sorry I was so harsh, this was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.”

“I love you and i’m so sorry. I will never forget another important event again.” Matty smiled and you chuckled, the two of you slouching down in bed so you could lay together and make up for the lack of cuddling the night before.

“I love you and your bed head is really cute.” you pushed your hand back through Matty’s curls, playing with the ends of his hair, before feeling Matty shift out from under you, attempting to escape from your death grip on him. “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

Matty moved back under you holding you close to him, both of you feeling safe in each other's arms. The rest of the week went by splendidly, your parents did not ever bring up the fiasco and you were extremely grateful for that. The four of you had the best week, the dinner you were supposed to have and lots of sight-seeing for your parents in the city they've never been to. You were extremely thankful to Matty for giving you this extra time with your parents and he promised you all would be able to do this again.

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andrea-lyn · 4 years

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OHHH! if you still have space for your b-day request thing. Michael and Alex are neighbors, they're both loud for their own reasons (Michael's work, Buffy, Alex's nightmares, whatever) and annoy the crap out of each other even though they've never met, when they finally do they're instantly attracted to each other without knowing the other is the noisy neighbor

He wakes, screaming, atthree in the morning.It takes Alex a few moments for him to recognize where he is. “Book,” he says,marking the items around him, “alarm clock, pillow, dog, guitar.” He goesthrough them again so that he knows he’s not in Iraq, he’s not waking up afterthe explosion. His hand drifts to his knee, rubbing at the angry scarring there.Unfortunately, even though he’s not in the desert, that doesn’t mean his leg isback.He reaches for his guitar and cradles it to his chest, knowing that he needs itto soothe him.It takes him four songs before he can calm down and the last is angry, shoutedlyrics and loud chords, like he’s trying to manifest his anxiety and his PTSDas a thing that he can shout and scream at. His therapist had recommended it tohim, but it rarely seems to do anything.Well, it does something.The thumping on the wall followed by a dull sounding, “Shut the fuck up!” meansthat he’s pissed off his neighbors again. The thin walls of this apartmentreally suck, but Alex lives here and it’s his home. He has a right to dowhatever he wants and he’s not about to let someone else stop him. Thesenightmares aren’t every night, and his neighbors can run white noise machines,same as he does.Once he’s finished, he goes back to bed, but it’s not like he drifts intopeaceful dreams. He tosses and turns all night, not trusting himself to fallback asleep, as if the nightmare will be there waiting for him. It puts him in an extremely irritable mood, so when his nosy asshole neighboris back at it again the next day with the noise, his patience almost snaps. Hehas no idea what the hell he’s doing, but he hears grinding and sawing and hethinks that at one point, there’s a small explosion. Why does Alex put up with this?(He knows why, it’s the low rent)It’s always like this, though. The noise is a factor that Alex has had to become accustomed to in hisapartment. His irritable mood has left him unwilling and unable to deal withit, so when he hears another crash and the ensuing sound of parts hitting tile,he slams his hand to the wall, with Buffy’s barking adding to the noise.“Hey, asshole! Shut the fuck up!” he booms, his patience shot.“Tell yourself that at night!” comes the ensuing sniping.

Alex boils over with rage, which is why he has to take out Buffy for a walk. Hedoesn’t even know where the noise is coming from because the walls in thisplace are thin, but the pipes carry sound. For all he knows, his nightmareneighbor could be the one across the hall, the one beside him, or maybe even afloor below. Whoever he is, Alex would love to give him a piece of his mind. The walk helps to calm Alex down, though he knows a nap would really do thetrick (if it were quiet enough to do). By the time he gets back, he feelsrefreshed and ready, and as he digs out his mailbox key to pick up his letters,he’s already wondering if the noise had really been that bad, or if he was justexhausted.Truthfully, Alex suspects it’s a little of column A and a lot of column B.The exhaustion becomes the guilty culprit for something else, which happens tobe the way he comes to a sudden stop when he sees a man he’s never seen before,standing at the mailbox.It’s not that Alex knows all his neighbors, but he feels like he’d haveremembered this one. The man leans up against the mail and starts riflingthrough his letters, his legs extended and looking lean and long and so fuckinggood in those tight jeans. His hair is a mess of curls atop his red scarf, andhis nose and the tips of his ears are still pink from being outside.He’s also currently standing in front of Alex’s mail slot.“Uh…”He’s stammering, only because his brain had decided in that moment that theappropriate thing to do would be to whisper that this stranger could slidewhatever he wants in Alex’s back slot and he’d be okay with that. He clears his throat and tries again. “You’re in front of my mailbox.”The man glances up, startled by Alex’s voice. He blinks a few times and Alexfeels his heart pound even harder in his chest. His eyes are gorgeous. Whoever this is, he seems equally stunned to see Alex. “Hi,” Alex delves into the depths of his talent for talking and gets…that meeklittle noise.Fuck, he’s bad at this. “What?”He gestures to the mailbox. “You’re uh, you’re standing in front of themailbox? I need to…” He jangles his keys, like the man is a dog. “Sorry.”The other guy says, “Sorry,” at the same time as he steps aside, but doesn’tleave. Instead, he presses his hip near the mailboxes so that he’s angledtowards Alex, leaning his temple and all those curls against it, like he wantsa front-row seat to Alex getting the mail. It’s enough to make him blush andhe’s immensely grateful that Buffy is right there with him to help distracthim.His attention stays low, because he’s not sure he could manage eye contact withthe man without making more of a fool of himself.“You new here?” the guy asks.“Me? No,” Alex responds, awkwardly figuring out how to say, I’ve been herefor months, but I’m so much of a recluse that you’ve clearly never seen mebefore. He chances a look up, mail in hand. “You?”“Same,” he admits. “I only got off the night shift a few weeks ago,” he says,and if Alex looks closer, he can see the bags under his eyes, like he hasn’tfully adjusted to getting sleep. He opens his mouth to say something else, butthe vibrations of a phone interrupt him. “Shit, sorry. I gotta take this, it’swork…” He offers an apologetic smile and wanders off.Instead of lingering, Ale decides that’s his chance to make an escape. It’s not that he doesn’t want to stick around and talk more, but there’s anawkward protocol at play. Who knows how long this phone call is bound to go on?Is he really going to stand there the whole time? Does that make him weird orcreepy, because he kind of thinks it does.Alex heads to the elevator, easing Buffy inside so he can take the weight offhis prosthetic, heading up to his floor. Once he gets inside the apartment, Alexpresses his back to the door, mail clutched to his chest, and he knows thathe’s willing to stay here a little while longer and put up with the noise, ifit means getting to run into his hot neighbor a little more often.After all, he never even got his name. He can’t possibly think about leavingnow.The next chance Alex gets to see his hot neighbor is during the weekly tidy infront of the apartment buildings. Without any fees, they can’t afford to hireanyone, but Alex and a few others had volunteered to keep their gardens tidy.He’s in the middle of poking some garbage with his spear when he glances to theside to see curly-haired hot neighbor with his own bag down the way.Alex takes it as a sign that this is meant to be. They’re supposed to meetagain, even if all they do that day is a polite wave of acknowledgement.He runs into him again a few days later when he’s taking Buffy out. She’s beingsuch a good dog lately, not barking or growling at anyone. In fact, when shesees the man, she goes trotting over to happily accept some pets. “Hey, girl,” he says, adjusting his keys in his hands. “And handsome man,” heteases, glancing up at him.Alex flushes slightly, but seizes the opportunity. “Buffy,” he says, gesturingto her. “And Alex,” he adds, with a gesture to himself. He feels inordinatelyproud about the fact that he managed to introduce himself before making acomplete ass of his behavior. The other man’s sweating and leaning against thedoor, so it looks like he just came from a run.His heart beats rapidly, giving him a hopeful smile. Luckily, it pays off. “I’mMichael,” he says, and there it is.He’s got a name for the face.(He’s also got something to moan later in bed, but he’s not going to focus onthat part)“Hey Michael,” Alex greets him, feeling overly charmed. “It must be freezingout there. You’re dedicated, going out for a run like that?”“I’m a sucker for my sister,” he pants, half bent over. “Fuck,” he exhales,wheezing. “This definitely isn’t the stamina I wanted to impress you with.” Alex raises his eyebrow.“You’ve been wanting to impress me with your stamina?”They did only just meet. Usually Alex doesn’t do this, but maybe that’sexactly why he says what he does next, while Michael is still catching hisbreath.“Maybe you could come to dinner at my place,” he invites. “I bet you have allsorts of other talents.”He did it. He said it, he did it, and now he can’t take it back. He’s not surehe wants to take it back. Breathing out, he tries to calm himself down, buthe’s managed to get really excited over the fact that he’s just invited a manhe just met up to his place for dinner.“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.”Score one for Alex’s luck.“Tomorrow?” Alex suggests. “We’ll order in.”“It’s a date.”It absolutely is, which gives Alex a thrill that he can barely measure. He goesup to the apartment with Buffy to tidy it up, still amazed that Michael said yesand that this handsome man has been living in this hellhole apartment under hisnose the whole time. He doesn’t even know where Michael works, but he’s sograteful that he’s off the nightshift, giving him a chance to have dinner withAlex. Michael shows up to dinner wearing a gorgeous burgundy sweater that looks likesoft angora. The moment Alex opens the door to let him in, he wants to bury hisface in it and never come up for air.“Hi,” Alex greets him. “Welcome to my humble apartment.” Michael glances around the room, his eyes landing on the guitar. Something onhis face shifts, like annoyance, and Alex rushes to move it off the couch.“Sorry,” he says. “I play sometimes.”“At night,” Michael says evenly.Alex frowns, not sure why Michael sounds like that. “Yeah,” he agrees. “I’vehad a lot of nightmares since my accident, but music helps calm my anxiety.”“Nightmares,” Michael echoes. “That must keep you up a lot in the middle of thenight. Screaming?”Alex isn’t sure he likes the way Michael is staring at him. “…Yeah?”Michael lets out a ragged scoff. “You’re the one I’m shouting at in the middleof the night.” He swallows hard, giving Alex an apologetic look. “I don’t meanhalf of what I say?” he offers, shaking his head. “Fuck, that sounds insincere.It’s more that I got off the night shift and then I keep getting woken up, bythe screaming, then the music. It really floats through…”If it does, then Alex figures it goes both ways. “Does your job involve small explosions and crashes?”Michael gives him a sheepish look. “I’ve had time in the morning now to work onmy things.”This is the asshole that Alex keeps shouting at. “It’s a shitty apartment with bad walls,” he says, because now that he’s metthe man, he doesn’t really want to shout at him. He also doesn’t want thedinner to be ruined all because of this, and he has a bad feeling it’s goingthat way. “I’m sorry if I’m ever too loud. Bad dreams,” he admits, “from mytour in Iraq. The music is what keeps me sane.”“I get that,” Michael admits. “It’s why I tinker around with experiments. Ihave insomnia, but doing that kind of work sets my mind at ease.”Alex stare at Michael, the awkward tension drawn out. Then, it breaks rapidly,because they both start laughing.“Fuck,” Michael wheezes. “I can’t believe you’re Dickbag Noisy Asshole,” hesays. “An affectionate nickname,” he guarantees.“I just called you a jackass in my head,” Alex admits, but now that he knowsMichael, knows why it’s happening, and where it’s coming from, he thinks he hasan idea of how they can deal with it. “Maybe,” he says, “the next time you hearthat kind of noise in my apartment, you could come and knock on my door. I’dabsolutely be willing to keep it down, for a good cause.”Michael toys with his cell phone, eyeing Alex with a keen look, a littleflirtatious and filthy. “Come and knock on your door in the middle of the night,” he says thoughtfully,like he needs the time to think about it. “I think I could manage.”“Okay, then,” Alex replies, getting the feeling that maybe after tonight’sdinner, he’s going to get to see Michael again fairly soon, and in the middleof the night. Funny, then, how now Alex is hoping for a nightmare, if only to see ifMichael sticks to his word.*It turns out that there’s a solution for both their noise problems.When Michael stays the night, Alex securely curled into his arms, he doesn’twake from a single nightmare. He’s cocooned in his warmth and he gets a fullnight’s rest, with Buffy dozing on the corner of the bed near them. Michael,well-rested, then conducts his experiments without dropping half as manythings, and he doesn’t make calculation errors that have things blowing up.“You know,” Michael mentions, after they’ve tried this for a week to discoverit’s not a fluke, “I always knew sex was the answer for most things, but Idon’t think I could’ve predicted it’d solve my noisy neighbor issue.”Alex rolls over in bed, grinning at Michael.“How about you come over here and we’ll solve it some more?”Michael grins right back, practically tripping over his feet to get back intobed for another round.Somewhere nearby, someone pounds on the wall to tell them to shut up, and Alexlaughs as he realizes how the tables have turned. It’s someone else’s problem, because Alex has no intention of shutting up whenhe’s got Michael making noises the way he is. Let them call him all the namesin the book. It’s worth it.

#malex #bday prompts #michael/alex #neighbours au #roswell new mexico #too real to my own life at times #bellakitse

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parkyparkpaaark · 5 years

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"Tell me everything you know and I swear it will just stay between the two of us."

For the first time in the past ten minutes they've been in this cramped, dimly-lit room, Sam Wilson finally met the gaze of the man in front of him. He was never a fan of one-on-one conversations even with his family, let alone with a guy he just met. He had always described himself as a new kind of specie who is incredibly anti-social. Although there was one person who could make him talk nonstop without feeling uncomfortable— Bella.

Who is also the reason why he was in this room, talking to a guy he barely knew.

"I don't know anything."

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The siren of the ambulance blared through the streets, turning the heads of each resident it passes by. Accidents are not a stranger to the small town of St. Jane County. But the peculiar thing was it was the third time this week that the ambulance picked up another teenager that goes to Northwest High for what can be barely called as an accident. Unless you call discovering a dead body in the restroom with a bubbling mouth an accident.

It boggled the mind of the people how it all seemed to happen consecutively, following the death of Bella Green. Various speculations were formed, some a little hard to believe while some thought it was just a mere coincidence. But what stood out the most was the belief that Bella left a curse before she died and that she's haunting the students who go to the same school as hers.

Ethan Blake, a senior from the same school, says he's had his share of odd sightings of the girl roaming the halls of Northwest High. He admits having to have had a relationship with her for a short amount of time in the past.

The stranger set down a couple of pictures of a blond, well-built, good looking guy in front of Sam.

"Know him? He claims to have dated Bella. Is that true?"

He scoffed at the mention of the word. "Dated? Now he says that. But where was that when Bella came up to him at the cafeteria two months ago asking what they were? That asshole barely looked at her before making fun of her in front of his teammates."

"How about the two people who have died earlier this week? How are they related to her?"

Sam knew better than to play games with the town's detective, so he gave in. Without looking up from the table, he began speaking.

"The first one, Paige Morgan, was running for class valedictorian alongside Bella. Both of us knew she was a dirty player and would probably pull up an act which could get Bella in trouble. And true enough, she posted a nude photo of Bella using an anonymous account in our school page. The picture was real, and I'm sure she got it from Ethan, being the only guy Bella has ever been with. I reported it immediately but it was too late when they took it down because the principal had already seen it. He was about to expel her but she begged him not to so he thought he'd just eliminate her as a candidate for class valedictorian."

The whole time Sam was talking, the detective has been writing nonstop on his little notebook, this being the first time he's received relevant information about the case. There was finally a flicker of hope in solving the mystery that's been bothering him for weeks.

He took a sip from his already cold cup of coffee, "And a few days after Bella's death she was found lifeless in her room, am I correct?" Sam nodded. "How about the other one? Mr. Travis Anderson?"

"Well Travis was a bully. I can still vividly remember getting a wedgie from him back in freshman year," he couldn't help clenching his fist at the thought of the jerk. "A few days after the issue, Bella found out that Travis was the one who sent the photo to Paige using Ethan's phone. By the way, Paige and Travis were dating during that time so you'd understand why he helped her."

There was a minute of utter silence after Sam stopped speaking. It's beginning to make sense now— the consecutive deaths that followed Bella's, the cause of death of the victims, and their connection to Bella herself. The detective thought for sure there was something fishy going on— I mean how big of a coincidence can it be that both the victims were found to have been toxicated by the same drug? But what he couldn't figure out was why the victims voluntarily took the drugs.

He was about to ask more questions about the subject, considering how much Sam had already spilled. But before he could, he was cut off by the boy, "Sir I've already shared a lot of what I know. Can I please go home now? I still have to prepare for our prom tomorrow night. I haven't picked up my tux yet and it's getting dark outside."

Having left with no choice, he let him leave.

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[P R O M]

It had been weeks but Ethan still couldn't get over it. He spent most nights staying up all night, contemplating on the things happening around him. First it was Bella— who he admits he has wronged and no one knows how sorry he is for being a jerk to her. Next it was Paige, who he didn't really like, considering she's an entitled bitch. And then there's his bestfriend Travis. He couldn't even enjoy prom like he thought he would months ago.

Who wouldv'e thought Ethan Blake, a candidate for prom king, would be sulking in a corner instead of dancing with the other students?

His train of thoughts were interrupted when his eyes landed on a girl standing by the doorway— Bella. But how could that happen? She's dead. At least that's what's been going around the school. Extremely puzzled, he stood up and followed her. Could he really see ghosts? She is a ghost isn't she? If she isn't, how can she be alive?

Questions were piling up in his mind while he followed her to the library. She took a seat on her usual spot and motioned him to sit across her, so he obliged. No one spoke for the first few seconds. He didn't know what to say and Bella, well he has no idea what's running in her mind either.

"Cat got your tongue, Ethan?" she broke the silence. "I know you have a lot of questions in mind. Let me hear them."

"You're alive?"

Bella chuckled, "I was expecting something better than that, but yes. I am alive."

"How?"

"Ethan, sweetie, time's running out and you're asking the wrong questions."

He rubbed his hands on his face, evidently frustrated. "I'm sorry it's just hard to process this right now. Everyone thought you were dead Bella and now you're here in front of me. If I tell this to anyone they'll say I'm out of my mind."

"Well that's the thing, you won't be able to talk to anyone after this." The sinister smile plastered on Bella's face was enough for him to wet himself even though he didn't understand what she's saying. "Since I can tell you still have no idea what's going on and you failed to ask the right questions, I'm gonna help you out. Wanna know how your friends died?"

He let out an audible gasp, "You were the one who killed them?"

"Yeah. Wanna know how I did it?" she asked in almost a whisper. Without waiting for a reponse, she continued. "I asked them to play a game with me. See this bottle?" she held out a small, transparent bottle with two pills inside. "One of these pills has poison in it. I asked them to choose one and whatever's left will be mine. We'll swallow it the same time and whoever dies obviously loses," she took both pills out of the bottle and put it down on the table. "Now Ethan I want you to play with me."

"What if I don't want to?"

Bella smiled once more before pulling a gun behind her, "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you this is not optional. All you have to do is pick one. If you're lucky enough, you'll get out of this alive and I'll be the one who dies."

Ethan stared at the identical pills in front of him. There's no way to tell which one's safe and which one isn't. He could feel her stare piercing through his soul the longer he decides. After giving it much thought, and accepting his terrible fate, he picked the one from the left.

"On the count of three," Bella picked up the other pill and positioned it at the entrance of her mouth, and he did too. "One, two, th—"

Before she could finish, someone kicked the door open revealing Sam holding a gun as well. Bella furrowed her eyebrows at him, oblivious of what's happening.

"I can't take this anymore, Bella. I helped you get your revenge because I know how much you needed it. But I don't want to hear another person dying because of you. Now put down the gun and surrender to the cops or else."

"Or else what?" she pointed her gun at him and shot him near his shoulder, earning a scream from Ethan who was cowering behind the curtain of the library.

Before Bella could fire once more, Sam aimed the gun and shot her on the head before losing consciousness.

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[ONE MONTH LATER]

"We're back in the same spot we once were, Sam. Now tell me everything that happened that night."

The detective was right, they were in that same cramped, dimly-lit room they were in a month ago. And it's still because of the same person. But this time he couldn't bring himself to say what he knew— not because he was still the same anti-social guy, but because of his fear of what might happen if he tells the truth.

He avoided the gaze of the man in front of him before letting out a sigh.

"I don't know."

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