#this may be an old ask but regardless you think about her everyday anyway so

[jnixz]

Since my brain constantly full of Lucy thoughts

Draw Lucy in kinda In-between state before her amd Maligula

Now you are probably asking for something more dramatic with her black-furred outfit, but I was blanking on how I'd draw that without some other flowery descriptions to tell me what to do... So I doodled her little coat she got instead

#ask #art request #portalcartoon #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts 2 spoilers #lucrecia mux #doodle #jnixartz #old ask #this may be an old ask but regardless you think about her everyday anyway so

[melloaloe]

SP Success Story~~~

I just want to document this and let y’all see my journey with the law of assumption

So the first thing/major thing I wanted to manifest was my sp. We were sort of friends at the beginning of this past school year. Long dramatic story short, I was struggling with jealousy and had a really hard time believing that he would like me. There was a lot of hot and cold behavior throughout the school year and I genuinely thought that he didn’t like me. He never straight up rejected me, but I never asked him. I wanted him to be the one to ask me, that way I knew that this was because of the law.

During the school year, it was really the only thing I could ever focus on, so affirming was sort of easy for me. I dabbled a bit in a lot of different ‘techniques’, such as scripting, affirmations, visualizing, rampage,telephone technique, etc. It wasn’t until we finally got to April, and I had the grand idea to start listening to subliminals again.

This time I did a little more research into subliminals and made a simple playlist consisting of two boosters, beginning and end, and the actual sp subliminal. If anyone is curious or wants to know specifically what I listened to, go check out moza morph, I really like her subliminals.

Anyways, after I started listening to these subliminals, mainly on my way to school and throughout the night, I really started to see a shift in my reality regarding my SP. He started becoming obsessed with me and we got pretty close. Many of the things that I had scripted were coming true; talking everyday, can’t take his eyes off of me, loves talking to me, I’m his favorite person, constantly texting me, etc. Finally, May 5th was the day that he confessed to me that he liked me and we’ve been together since. He is literally the most perfect boyfriend and my manifestation played out better than expected. We’ve also had many discussions about the school year and what we thought of each other before the relationship and he swears to me that he’s liked me for a long time now and that he was just intimidated by me. I don’t know if that was revision but it really seemed like it. It’s like we had different versions of the past. But idc because I have my boyfriend and we love each other very very much❤️

So what are some tips or key take aways from this?

BE CONFIDENT!!! Okay I had just gotten over my depression and self hatred prior to discovering the law, so I didn’t necessarily struggle with self concept. I would hype myself up every morning and remind my self of how amazing I was. Somewhere deep inside, you just have to know it. Know that you are perfect. Know that you are going to manifest your desire, regardless of anything.

If you like to script, do thissss. Every night before going to bed (or whenever honestly, I just like to do it before I go to sleep so I can think about it as I drift off), write at least a page about how happy you are to have your manifestation. It’s already done, you have it. By writing it down, you are just accepting that it’s true and affirming that it’s true. Almost every night, I would just write about how happy my boyfriend makes me and how sweet and loving he is. I would write in detail so that I could really feel the emotions. Sometimes I would have moments when I would just smile uncontrollably because I was so happy that he was mine. I accepted it and just had to trust and know that it would happen eventually, and it did!

Lastly, it’s okay to cry. It’s totally okay to just cry and be upset. It’s not going to ruin your manifestation. Now if you do it frequently, then yeah, you’ll fall back into your old story. But every once in awhile, things get hard and you just need to let all of these feelings out. Whenever I had a bad day or I felt like it just wasn’t working, I’d affirm or rampage, and then move on to something else like homework or personal projects. I always tried to make sure I never left off on a bad note. It sucks and sometimes it’s not what you want to do, and obviously you don’t have to, but just affirming for what you want while you feel horrible is going to help build in your mind your new reality. Also, if you are really worried about ruining your manifestation, just use and believe the affirmation, I always get what I want no matter what.

If you have any questions or want more tips and tricks, I gotchu. I’ll have more success stories on the way 😉

#law of assumption #loa #manifesation #manifesting #affirmations #success story

[glitching-desert-snake]

Hi, bored, I'm da— [I get bodyslammed before I can finish the joke]

Anyways! Killjoys questions: Favourite clothing item or item in general of any killjoy(s) of your choice? Who hogs all the blankets in their sleep? Is Tommy Chow Mein a crook or just a really good businessman (and are they not the same thing, really)? The most awkward moment they've had that haunt their bones (mostly because the others won't let it die)?

Favorite clothing:

Jet - loves adding fun belts to his outfits when he goes out and by the same vein his baster holster is his favorite everyday thing to wear he feel much stronger with it on

Ghoul - he has some tank tops that are black with white and neon designs which he really likes because they look awesome to their uv/florescent eyes in the dark

Party - you would think its zir jacket but its actually zir handkerchief. Not the yellow one, a soft well worn black handkerchief, because it was one of the first things ze stole in The City so it's sentimental to zir.

Kobra - boxing gloves he found in the junkyard one time. They're good for protection, for keeping himself safe, and for bad sensory days.

Who hogs all the blankets:

So each of them has a hammock because you're only really gonna find beds at old motels. But on the couch in The Nest this is an issue. Kobra will be very picky about finding *his* blanket vs Jet is definitely the hoarder.

Tommy Chow Mien is strange. Most people assume he's a True Call (the name for anyone in the zones who is old because they were stuck in the zone 3 while it was turned off). He may or may not be a True Call, an alien (see my star wars fic Hearts and Helmets), or just really weird for a different reason. Regardless he is not first and foremost a capitalist as much as he is grumpy. See The City is very pristinely and numbly happy about the way they run their businesses. TCM only knows one thing: carbons. You want something? You give him carbons. What he does with the carbons? You've gotta work as a runner for him if you want to find out. TCM is the only reason carbons are a functioning currency outside of the city. It's good though because newbie zonerats aren't going to have anything else of value of them. So he makes his name known early and kids will keep coming back.

Embarrassing moments

Ghoul - definitely one of the many times they slipped into Spanish not realizing the person they were trying to shit talk also knew Spanish

Jet - that one time he was really confused and asked out Ghoul because that's what he thought was logical. They took him to a restaurant, went back home and Ghoul was like "so? did you want to kiss me or?" "huh no." And then there was a lot of confused explaining and laughing and apologies. That was the night they picked out the nickname being the fae siblings.

Party - the time ze wanted to take on some killjoy twice zir age in a fight at the bar and everyone else had to drag zem away and apologize to the girl even though Poison was kicking and shouting that ze wanted to punch her

Kobra - the gang is usually gentle about things that embarrass Kobra but Jet and Ghoul will always poke fun at the time Kobra was confused and realized that while yes News A Gogo was their cousin neither Jet nor Ghoul was actually related to hir and this was normal

#snakes hcs #answered asks #these were all great thanks! #tcm #shapeshift with me #killjoys headcanons

[vixenpen]

Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

#dabi x black!reader #dabi x reader #flirting #first dates #bnha fluff #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #dabi scenarios #touya todoroki #mha headcanons #black writers #curvy reader

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

i'm so TIRED of people with vivid imaginations trying to convince every1 the things their brains came up with happened in MDZS, just saw some1 say about lan mom "SOMETHING went down between a creepy teacher and their mother. She gets forced into marriage with a man she doesn’t love and IMPRISONED before eventually committing suicide/ falling sick and dying" like WHERE? the only piece of information was LXC saying "i have no idea WTF happened" so he doesn't know, MXTX doesn't know but you do???

Some of this is a shock for my system so early in the morning... alright... I guess we're gonna go step by step with this just cause people are awful at reading, along with my stance on this particular bit of prevalent discourse.

Since this is greatly misinterpreted for whatever reasons, here is the relevant passage and only one in the text we get concerning the Lan parents. I'm going to add that this is alllll relaid by Lan Xichen and to keep that in mind with what is highlighted.

He spoke slowly, “The reason that my father often practiced secluded meditation was my mother. This place, compared to a place of living… was more like a place of detention.”

Wei WuXian was surprised.

The father of ZeWu-Jun and HanGuang-Jun, QingHeng-Jun, used to be a famous cultivator. He made his name at a young age and had many things waiting for him in the future. However, at the age of twenty, he suddenly backed away and announced his marriage. He had also ceased to care for much of the world. Although it was called secluded meditation, it was much more like retirement. People had come up with many possible reasons, but none of them had been verified.

Lan XiChen bent down amid the clusters of gentians. He gently stroked those thin, tender petals, “When my father was young, when he returned from a night-hunt once, he saw my mother outside of Gusu city.” He smiled, “I heard that it was love at first sight.”

Wei WuXian grinned as well, “The young are often sentimental.”

Lan XiChen continued, “But, the woman did not care for him the same way. In addition, she killed one of my father’s teachers.”

This was beyond imagination. Although Wei WuXian knew that asking too many questions would be very rude, however when he remembered that they had been Lan WangJi’s parents, he felt that he just had to ask. “Why?!”

Lan XiChen, “I do not know. But, I assume that it was something along the lines of ‘grievances’.”

Wei WuXian didn’t ask anymore into this and forced down his curiosity, “And… what happened later?”

“And then,” Lan XiChen explained, “When my father heard of this, of course he was in much pain. But, no matter how he struggled, he still took the woman to his sect in secrecy. Ignoring the objections from his clan, he knelt with her for the Heavens and the Earth without making a sound and told everyone in the clan that she would be his wife for the rest of his life, that whoever wanted to harm her would have to pass through him first.”

Wei WuXian widened his eyes.

Lan XiChen continued, “After the ceremony was completed, my father found a house and locked my mother inside. He found another house and locked himself inside. It was called secluded meditation, but it was in truth to repent.”

He paused before speaking again, “Young Master Wei, can you understand why he did such a thing?”

Wei WuXian answered after a moment of silence, “He could neither forgive the one who killed his teacher nor watch the death of the woman who he loved. He could only marry her to protect her life and force himself not to see her.”

Lan XiChen, “Do you think that this was right?”

Wei WuXian, “I don’t know.”

Lan XiChen looked somewhat lost, “Then, what do you think would be right?”

Wei WuXian, “I don’t know.”

A while later, Lan XiChen whispered, “It could be said that my father did this without a care for anything else. All of the seniors of the clan were enraged, but they had all watched him grow up. They could not do anything except guard this secret, hint to the outside world that the wife of the GusuLan Sect’s sect leader had an unspeakable disease and could not see others. After WangJi and I were born, we were immediately taken away to be cared for by other people. When we grew older, we were brought to Uncle to be taught."

“My shufu… has always had a frank personality to begin with. Because of how my mother caused my father to destroy his own life, he began to hate those who behaved improperly even more. Thus, he poured his heart into teaching WangJi and me. He was especially harsh as well. Every month, we could only see Mother once, inside of this cottage.”

They were two young children, who faced everyday only their harsh uncle, strict teachings, and mountains of books. No matter how tired, they had to straighten their soft backs to be the most outstanding disciples of the clan, the model students in others’ eyes. They could rarely see their closest relatives. They couldn’t fool around in their father’s arms, they couldn’t act spoiled in front of their mother.

But they had clearly done nothing wrong.

Lan XiChen, “Everytime WangJi and I went to see her, she would never complain about how tedious it was being locked inside of here, unable to step out once. She had never asked about our studies, either. She especially liked to tease WangJi, but WangJi, the more you tease him the less willing he is to talk, and the worse of an expression he puts on. He has been like this ever since he was young. However,” he chuckled, “even though WangJi never said it, I knew that every month he was looking forward to the day he could see Mother. He was like this, and I was the same.”

Wei WuXian imagined a young Lan WangJi hugged inside of his mother’s arms, his snowy little cheeks flushed pink. He laughed as well. But before his smile had even melted, Lan XiChen continued, “But one day, Uncle suddenly told us that we would have no need to go any longer."

“Mother was gone.”

Wei WuXian’s voice was soft, “How old was Lan Zhan back then?”

Lan XiChen, “Six.”

He continued, “He was still too young to understand what ‘gone’ means. No matter how much others comforted him, or how much Uncle scolded him, he would continue to come back here every single month, sit down in the hallway, and wait for someone to open the door for him. When he grew older, he understood that Mother would not be coming back, that no one would open the door for him, but he kept on coming here.”

Lan XiChen stood up. His dark eyes looked into Wei WuXian’s, “WangJi has been so stubborn ever since he was young.”

The leaves rustled and the gentian flowers swished alongside the wind, their scent lingering. Wei WuXian’s eyes landed on the wooden hallway of the cottage. He could almost see a small child wearing a forehead ribbon sitting with proper posture in front of the house, waiting quietly for the door to open.

He spoke, “Madam Lan must’ve been a very gentle woman.”

Lan XiChen, “In my memories, Mother had indeed been so. I do not know why she did such a thing back then. And, in truth, I…”

He took a deep breath before confessing, “I do not want to know either.”

After a few moments of silence, Lan XiChen closed his eyes. He took out Liebing. A gust of night wind suddenly sent forth a sobbing note of the xiao. The sound was deep, like a sigh.

Wei WuXian had heard Lan XiChen play Liebing before. Its timbre was just like Lan XiChen himself, as warm and graceful as a breeze and the rain of spring. Yet, now, although his technique was as excellent as ever, the tone evoked a strange mixture of feelings.

The night wind swept by. Lan XiChen’s hair and forehead ribbon were already somewhat disheveled. However, the GusuLan Sect’s sect leader, who had always regarded appearance highly, didn’t pay any attention to them. He only put down Liebing after the song had finished, “Music is forbidden at night in the Cloud Recesses. Today I have overstepped far too many times. Excuse me, Wei gongzi.”

Wei WuXian, “How so? ZeWu-Jun, have you forgotten that the person standing in front of you is the person who has broken the most rules…”

Lan XiChen smiled, “The GusuLan Sect has never revealed these facts about Lan Wangji and myself outside of itself. I should not have told you. Tonight was my sudden urge to unburden myself, a spur of the moment.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m not the kind of person who talks too much. Don’t worry, ZeWu-Jun.”

Lan XiChen, “Regardless, I would assume that WangJi would not hide anything from you anyways.”

Wei WuXian, “If he doesn’t wish to talk about something then I won’t ask.”

Lan XiChen, “But, with WangJi’s personality, how could he say anything if you do not ask? There are some things that even if you ask him he would not say.”

Now that we have the context of the Lan parents laid out the only definitive answer for anything concerning their personal motivations for anything is "I DON'T KNOW". Their secrets and thoughts literally died with them.

And this entire story Lan Xichen told in the end, had nothing to do with his parents. He did not tell Wei Wuxian about them, he was speaking everything unsaid about Lan Wangji's motivations and his love of Wei Wuxian. He does not care why his parents did what they did, but he does for the one that is alive. His brother who he had just had a bit of a veiled conversation about Lan Wangji's pure trust in Wei Wuxian. Who, in Lan Xichen's eyes, had already rejected his brother's love and did not feel the same, mirroring the past of their father's apparent unrequited love. He is saying Lan Wangji is sacrificing his all, unvoiced.

His pressing of if his parent "are right" is him asking Wei Wuxian what he feels about those sacrifices, if he can see the sacrifices Lan Wangji had gone through. At this point he along with Lan Wangji have assumed Wei Wuxian knows and remembers what he had said within the cave. He is telling Wei Wuxian his brother has alway been this way for those he loves regardless of what they may be perceived as by outsiders.

"Today I have overstepped far too many times. Excuse me, Wei gongzi.”"

"I should not have told you. Tonight was my sudden urge to unburden myself, a spur of the moment.”

Meaning, it was not his place to tell this about his brother, but there is no one else that would, and Lan Wangji would never say anything about his feelings again. Lan Xichen is first and foremost worried about where his brother has placed his love, as he knows, regardless of what rumors surround those he loves, his brother will still be forever loyal to them without question if he believes them to be in the right.

Lan Xichen is warning Wei Wuxian he needs to take care in his actions as he approaches Lan Wangji as Xichen is well aware already of how Lan Wangji will go through hell for others he adores. From the start it was never about his parents, as Lan Xichen says, "I do not want to know either,". But what he does want to know is where Wei Wuxian stands with his own feelings towards Lan Wangji or if he is still using his brother as he has thought for years. Leaving Lan Xichen to protect him as best as he can while Lan Wangji stays hurt for others with no happiness for himself.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the Lan parents #It literally does not matter what was between them as they are dead and gone #Lan Wangji is the one left seemingly continuing their tragedy and rumors #the lan parents are a damn metaphore for Lan Wangji's feelings

[ready-to-obeyme]

I see that ask is open! I've been thinking what if MC decides to stay with the demons forever, after all she's only human, years will pass and she will keep aging, losing her beauty and becoming more fragile, while the demons will remain young and handsome. Can you write about MC sharing this concern with the demon brothers and how they'd react to it ❤️ "Would you still love me when I'm old and ugly"

Scenario: “Would you still love me when I’m old and ugly?” + Demon Brothers Reactions

//the theme of devotion and dedication ALWAYS has me emo; I ADORE this prompt, so thanks for sending this in! I’m a real sucker for the immortal/mortal relationship conflicts 

let me know what you think! :)

starts singing Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey 

Note: I kept it gender neutral “you” as per usual! 

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Lucifer

“Yes,” Lucifer says to you, taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “And I’ll continue to love you even after. Death will not stop me from loving you, let alone how your face may change-- though I dare say I’d still think you’d be beautiful regardless.”

Calm as ever on the outside-- especially if you’re evidently concerned about this. He won’t hesitate to ensure that you know that his love goes far beyond what you look like on the outside or to how capable/strong you are. Lucifer refuses to hear anything self-deprecating, and he will NEVER let you doubt that he loves you as you are. (He’s real good at smooth-talking AND dirty-talk-- don’t test him or do.) Body worship probably becomes more of a regular thing because he really does adore every part of you because they make you you.  

When he’s alone with his thoughts though, his mind tends to wander and it scares him to think that one day he will lose you, but it makes him cherish the times you do have together even more. He surprisingly is indulgent to a lot more of your whims thereafter and tries harder to not let work get in the way of being with you. If anything, this concern of yours has reminded him that time is finite for you, so he’d like to be able to spend the rest of your life with you, if you’d allow it. 

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Mammon

Mammon is actually a little indignant and goes on a tangent because the thought of even not being in love with you is just… not possible to him. Who cares if you’ve got a few wrinkles? Who cares if you need a little help walking? You’re still going to be the person he fell in love with.  

“First of all,” he starts, fuming, “you’re never gonna be ugly to me-- so get that squared away, alright?” 

“Secondly, when you’re old, I’m gonna be there for you. No matter what!” 

“Thirdly,” he says, surprisingly serious. “there’s nothin’ in all three realms that would make me fall out of love with ya. I’m crazy for you, can’t you see?”

He’s definitely a little embarrassed after that outburst (especially if that was in public), but he needs to let you know that you’re important to him. He can’t have you think for a second that his feelings will waver the moment something changes-- he’s your first man FOR LIFE. Forgive him for being a little extra the next few days; he’s going to compliment you for everything you wear and probably get into squabbles with anyone who says otherwise-- but he’s doing it for your sake so you feel a little warm. If you were ever feeling sad about that concern, the thought is gone from your mind when Mammon is there looking at you like you hung the moon and stars.

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Leviathan

I think this question may come as a surprise to him, and it does make him a little flustered. It’s never crossed his mind that things would eventually change because you’re a human because, to be quite honest, he’s focused on time he spends with you in the now. But he supposes he does see some changes. Your hair grows, your appearance changes as you age… but did you think he wouldn’t love you when you grow old or that he won’t find you loveable when you’re older because his anime characters won’t age? That’s probably the first thing in his head (and yours if that is a concern of yours), and he’s quick to drop whatever he’s holding or playing and grasping onto your hands.

“Of course! Of course I will! I told you, didn’t I? You’re going to be my Player 2-- now and forever!” 

“And you’re not going to be ugly,” he tells you fervently. “Never. Not possible. Not to me.”

He’ll try his best to comfort you if you are feeling down about it though, probably using comparisons and how seasons may change a character but that doesn’t mean Levi loves them any less-- which applies to you even MORE. How could he not love you? For whatever enjoyment he gains from anime and games, there is nothing better than to know that you’re by his side, which means that he’s going to be by YOUR side too when you need him. If life was a co-op, he’d like to be your Player 2 for as long as he can. 

Satan

“Of course I will. Nothing will change how I feel about you.”

Satan’s answer is straight-forward, calm, and almost immediate-- which is sweet, like there was never a question in his mind that his feelings will remain the same no matter what happens. If you’re feeling a little down about it though, his eyes will soften and he’ll pull you into his arms and kiss your forehead. “I’m in love with who you are on the inside-- not that I don’t think you’re beautiful,” he fumbles, embarrassed but pushing through to make sure his thoughts were known to you. “But I fell in love with everything about you: your laugh, the way you wake up in the morning, how your hands fit in mine… And these things just don’t change.” 

“And even when your mind wanders,” he says, kissing your brow. “I’ll love you still.” 

No matter how many times you bring this up, he always patiently lets you vent to him. He can’t possibly imagine how it must feel to grow old and change in such a small (to him) amount of time, but if anything he’s ready to understand how you feel so he can help you feel better-- as much as he can. Satan does probably push the thought of you growing old to the back of his head-- not because he doesn’t think he’ll love you (definitely not, he’ll stay around you as long as you love him), but because the thought of losing you to old age is not something he’s thought of much.

(That’s something he’ll have to reflect on on his own.) 

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Asmodeus

Asmo probably makes jokes like him being beautiful enough for the both of you, but I think in reality, he takes your concern quite seriously. No matter how much he may take pride in his own appearance and the beauty of others, it is you who he’ll love regardless of how old you grow. He genuinely believes that you truly are beautiful, no matter the number of wrinkles on your hands or the crows feet by your eyes. In fact, he thinks they’d be lovable on you. As you change he’ll find that there is something lovely about those changes because now there are other sides of you he’ll get to love and discover. 

“Don’t you know true beauty is on the inside?” He’ll tell you, holding you to his chest and stroking your hair. 

From then on, he takes offense if anyone negatively points out any signs of aging on you (“Aging is not a bad thing, honey-- it makes you look more distinguished”) and discourages you from hiding your blemishes and wrinkles if you think they make yourself less appealing to him but would help you if you would like to do a little make-up. (He definitely would make love to you just to show you eagerly that you are still attractive to him.)

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Beelzebub

He doesn’t understand at first. He knows how short the human lifespan is-- certainly, in the back of his mind-- but the idea that you could become even weaker and more fragile than you already are as a human is-- to say it simply, terrifying. If you’re asking this truly out of concern, he will undoubtedly come up to you and hold both of your hands in his gently.

“I’ll love you no matter what. And I think you’re beautiful no matter how old you may look-- you’re still you.”

He’s a little scared to think how easily you could get hurt, so he makes sure to be extra careful with his strength and learn how to support you when you need it. Beel will protect you as you grow older, be patient when you are no longer spry, and help you when your body fails you. He is (physically) the strongest in the family, so he takes it as a personal mission to make sure he takes care of you when you no longer can. He probably takes extra note to compliment you every time you ask for his opinion, and will continue to tell you you look beautiful everyday-- even if you aren’t wearing anything special-- just to remind you that he thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 

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Belphegor

“If all you want to do in the future is sleep, I’ll do that. If all you can do is be with me, then that’s fine too. I’ll love you anyways.”

A little alarmed when you address this concern to you, but you wouldn’t have known. He keeps a pretty calm veneer but much like his brother, the thought of losing you so soon is terrifying. Regardless of how scared he may feel thinking about the day that you’ll one day grow old and pass away in this short human life span of yours, whatever he said was the truth: it doesn’t matter to him if you’re old or if you’re ‘ugly’ (as if that would ever happen in his eyes), because he promised to protect you and to be there when you needed him-- and he takes that promise very seriously. (Till death do us part.) 

Belphie clings to you a little tighter when you sleep together and follows you around a little more for the next few days, and makes it a point of making sure he wouldn’t care how much you change your appearance. If anything, this makes him fall even more in love with you. He’s always loved humans and the fact they make the most of their lives despite how short they are-- and he want to make sure that every second of your life is the best he can give you.

#obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me #obey me headcanons #i really like how this turned out :)

[darthkruge]

Bellamy Blake Imagine ~ Reunited

Summary: (request) You were dating Bellamy up in the Ark and haven’t seen each other since you got locked up. Now that you’re back on the ground, you finally reunite.

Words: 1820

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, some language

a/n: I absolutely loved writing this. Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is something like what you had in mind  <3 

~ Italics symbolize flashbacks ~

You sigh as you wake up in your cell. Another fucking day of this torture. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you see the tear-stains on your cheeks and your matted hair. Ever since you got locked up all those months ago, you haven’t been sleeping. It was so fucking stupid. All you wanted was some extra medicine for your mother. She’d been sick for a while and the rations were spread too thin and she works so hard to help you, you thought you’d get away with it. But you tripped the alarm on your way out of med bay and the guards got to you before you even had a chance to say goodbye to her. Or him. Him. 

Bellamy arrived at your door as you sat in the corner, reading one of the mythology stories he lent you. You immediately jumped up and ran into his arms. He chuckled, catching you against him as you wound your arms around each other. 

“How was your shift?” You ask, knowing how hard he works as a guard. 

“It was alright. I’m tired, though. They’ve been riding my ass lately, something about increasing security protocols. I don’t know.” He sighs, frustrated. You frown. You hate the pressure they put on him. You know he’s reliable and takes his job seriously, but that doesn’t mean they need to put all the responsibility on him. 

He sees you upset and his gaze softens. He sighs gently. “I missed you, beautiful.”

Ever since you were locked away, you hoped one day he would show up at your cell. He hadn’t, but not for a lack of trying. You knew that he tried, every day to get to you, just to see you again and make sure you were okay. But the Ark had him on watch, afraid he would do something stupid like try and break you out. So they monitored him constantly. You were glad he at least had the sense to listen. The last thing you could bear is something happening to Bellamy. 

“Holy shit, Y/N” 

You gently bunched your fingers in the dress you were wearing. It was the only one you had and you weren’t used to wearing it. Nice clothing was such a luxury, you were amazed you had saved enough to even buy this semi-clean, hole-ridden one.

You looked down at yourself and fidgeted with your hands anxiously. “That bad?” You ask, cheeks heating up

“Oh, fuck, no! Babe, you look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible. But tonight you look really, really incredible.” Bellany was rambling. He hated that you didn’t see yourself the way he saw you and spent everyday helping you with your confidence. 

You finally look up at him and smile, starting to believe his words. “Thank you, Bell” You whisper softly as he comes up next to you, gently grabbing your hands in his and pressing a gentle kiss to them.

The hoard of guards took you out of your thoughts. Okay, what the fuck is going on? You only saw one guard a day and he brought you food twice, that was it. There were never five guards at once, barreling toward each cell. They break through your door, running toward you and harshly grabbing your arms. You frantically look at them, hoping Bellamy is one of them, but quickly realize he isn’t. 

“What the fuck? What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!” You yell frantically, flailing and kicking as they drag you out of your cell. What if they’re going to float me? They might be overpopulated and need to get rid of the juveniles in the SkyBox. It wouldn’t be too far of a reach. Oh shit, what if something happened to my mom? Is that why they’re taking me out??

Eventually they bring you to a strange-looking ladder, leading up to who knows where. They harshly push you up, as more and more prisoners are filing in behind you. Getting lost in the crowd, you have no choice but to climb up and find yourself on a ship. You are pushed toward an empty seat and sit down, instinctively strapping yourself in. You try and calm your breathing, having no idea what’s about to happen to you. Looking around, you recognize some of your old classmates and others who were in the Sky Box with you. It gives you a small piece of comfort that they all seem as confused as you are. 

You’re jolted from your seat as the ship takes off and realize you’re falling. You hear whispers and realize that holy shit, they’re sending you to the ground.

You hit the ground less-than-graciously and look down at the bracelet those guards must have strapped on you when they pulled you from your cell. Still confused, you move to stand up, your legs still shaky and breathing uneven from the complete stress of the day. You think about your mother and Bellamy, the two most important people in your life who you will probably never see again. You feel the tears rising up and fight to keep them at bay. This is now about survival and you won’t make it if you spend every day living in the past. 

You almost pass out when you hear that voice. “If the air’s toxic we’re all dead anyway,” Someone says. And that voice could only belong to him. It could only ever be Bellamy’s. But how the hell is this even possible? He’s not here, he wasn’t in the skybox. Fuck your brain for playing tricks on you. You know you’ve been thinking about him constantly, but a hallucination is just plain cruel. 

The doors open and everyone runs outside. They yell and scream, breathing in the air as they discover they survived. You walk out, hoping the air will clear your head, but you’re still having trouble. Because it can’t be him. Right?

Regardless, you need to see for yourself. You hastily push through the crowd and your knees almost give out when you see him. Your hand goes up to your mouth, eyes filling with tears as the raw emotion of seeing the love of your life for the first time in months hits you. He catches your eye and his face pales. He blinks, unsure if you’re real. 

You run to him faster than you’ve ever moved before. You don’t care if you’re pushing someone over. You don’t care if you take up all the oxygen in the world. You don’t care if you die in two minutes, so long as you can touch him one more time. You don’t care about anything else but him, him, him. 

You collide with his chest and jump up, legs wrapping around his strong frame. You bury your face in his neck, hot tears sliding down your face. His hands are grabbing your arms, your back, your hair as he feels you and realizes you’re really here. You pull back and so does he, breathless smiles and tears running down both your faces. His arms are now under your thighs, supporting you.

“I thought I would never see you again” You whisper, crying harder.

“Princess, you could never get rid of me that easy” He whispers back, pulling you closer than you previously thought was humanly possible.

He gently sets you down and you collapse into his chest, your head spinning. 

“Fuck, I missed you” You say. 

“I missed you too. God, I missed you. I tried to get to you, I promise I tried. I’m so sorry. They took you away and I didn’t know and I tried. Every day, every night, every second I wasn’t with Octavia or my mother I was looking for you. Even when I was with them, you were always with me. I- I should have been faster, I should have protected you. Y/N, please, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head quickly, “Bell, don’t blame yourself. Please, don’t do that to yourself. It was my choice to take that medicine, not yours. And I know you tried. Never for a second did I doubt you. And you were with me too. I couldn’t have made it through without keeping the hope alive that I would see you again. But then they took me and I thought I was going to die and I wasn’t going to say goodbye without telling you I loved you one more time.” Your voice breaks, the emotion overtaking you.

Bellamy’s heart shatters. He’s always hated seeing you cry, seeing the pain you’re going through. All he ever wanted to do was make it better. “Hey, hey, hey. Baby, it’s okay now. I’m here and you’re here and we’re okay. Y/N we're on Earth and we’re alive. That’s pretty fucking incredible”

“Leave it to us, huh?” You say, laughing gently.

He smiles and kisses you, deep and strong. Once again, the world fades and it’s just the two of you. You breathe into each other and pour everything into the kiss. All the feelings of doubt, pain, hurt, love, hope, happiness, and relief of the last months are desperately conveyed into this one, single embrace. 

You pull away and look at him, worried. 

He looks at you quizzically. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, God, nothing. I have everything I could possibly want. But it’s just hitting me. Bell, what are we going to do? We’re just a bunch of kids, criminals, on Earth. There’s no society, no rules, no food, no shelter, no water. How are we going to survive?” You say, brain scrambling at about a million thoughts a second.

He places his hands on your shoulders, comforting, but firm. Whenever you started to fall into an overthinking spiral, Bellamy grounded you. 

“Hey, hey. Breathe with me. It will be okay. We’ll figure it out, it’s what we’ve always done. Y/N, you’re brilliant. I’m sure you’ll come up with wonderful ideas to help us. You always do. And we have survival instincts. It may not look like it now, but I believe in this group. We’re going to need each other to survive and I think they’ll realize that.”

You look at him, feeling slightly better. He always knows what to say to put your mind at ease. You smile, realizing that since you found each other you haven’t kept your hands off each other. Literally. Ever since you ran to him that one time, you’ve been touching. You look at his hands which have now traveled to your arms as he gently caresses them. You softly press your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as you look at him. 

“You are going to be a brilliant leader”

“And I will have the most amazing person in the world right next to me.”

“Obviously. I’m not letting you get all the glory, Blake.”

“I would expect nothing less, L/N.”

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@sgarrett49​ 

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagines #bellamy blake fluff #bellamy blake fanfic #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake angst #the 100 #the 100 imagines #the 100 x reader

[tosikoarts]

SFW Alphabet | Usami Tokishige

🎵 This may become a little brutal If I'm honest but It's any-anything for you my dear, I promise 🎶 You can figure our what I was listening to while writing this piece. Anyway, hope you’ll like it, anon!  You can check tosikowrites tag for more.  Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The fact that Usami fell in love and now can’t shut up about them is not that surprising since the soldiers of the 7th Division have already witnessed his unhealthy obsession with the First Lieutenant. The dangerous aura of infinite adoration he carries does not bother others as much as well, maybe, because now his cursed energy has more output options, you know? It is not concentrated on one person and seems not so intense. Seems.

No matter how wild his fantasy runs, Usami behaves himself in their presence. Of course, his nerves are as taut as a rope since if he loosens up his attention he may not contain his passion…Chooses words carefully so as not to push them away and comes across as a lovely bubbly young man with the cutest smile! Even sitting in silence together is special. Usami can’t quit staring at them, they are so majestic!

He wants to follow them everywhere. Eat together, go on morning walks together, sleep together. Usami is a human version of burdock that will either quite by accident bump into his crush every other day or shamelessly ask them if they will be in this specific place or if they want to go there with him.

Personal boundaries? Don’t know her. As soon as his loved one gives him green light, Usami’s hands are all over the place. If he isn’t pinching their pink cheeks then he is patting their head. If he isn’t patting their head, he might be squeezing their ass. Usami is all about physical affection in every possible way, and it is extremely important for him to touch his partner. He might even lose it when they put a hand on his knee or take him by the hand, leave alone anything spicier.

Usami will end anyone who steps between him and his loved one. For him this is a cut-throat axiom, it is as natural as breathing, and it should be obvious to the surrounding. Anyone who wants to separate them automatically signs their own death sentence that will be carried out immediately by Usami himself.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

To be friends with the rabid Superior Private, you have to be a mad lad with no moral compass (the questionable moral compass is ok too) just like him or be a literal angel with the patience of a sage and a heart of gold to deal with the chaos Usami brings into your life. Also, this person has to have impeccable reflexes just in case he decides to cut this friendship off. Takagi Tomoharu didn’t and where is he now?

With such a friend, nothing is scary. Friendship with Usami provides invulnerability in situations where an ordinary person would think twice. In addition to that, Tokishige doesn’t really look for troubles and prefers to spend time like a real hedonist: red-light district workers know his preferences very well, the owner in his favorite diner always meets him with a question “the usual?”, and Usami knows places to hang around in general. His friend gets to experience life delights with him as well.

He needs so much attention! If it was up to him, Usami would spend at least an hour every day with them even when they have already talked about every single thing in the world. Everyday chats about nothing are cool, mutual flattery is appreciated. These points lead to Usami being overly possessive: if his best friend suddenly starts spending more time with someone else, he will definitely take action against this stumbling block.

Demands that his friend to follow the “the enemy of my friend is my enemy” rule. They are obligated to get embittered at Ogata. No, Usami doesn’t explain why, they just have to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Usami has restless ass syndrome. It’s like restless legs syndrome but with ass: he can’t sit still for more than 15 minutes. Cuddles do not last longer than that and often progress into steamy making out. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to cuddle though. Usami prefers to do it while leaving some space for moving so the leg hug is just perfect. Any other position including classical spooning feels like a rabbit trap.

If his partner is bigger than he is, Usami will definitely lie on their chest with legs wiggling up in the air. First of all, now he can see their lovable face, and second of all, he is on top which means being in control.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eeeh. Does he want to settle down? No, not really. Let’s say, there was no reason for him to think about settling down but even if there was, Usami would aggressively shake his head in negation. He is, just like Koito, too young to plan a quiet family life, and, at the moment, living on the wheels without thinking up ahead seems much more exciting than being chained to one place with one person. In his head, things are kind of overexaggerated but the answer to the question is still no for the next 10 years for sure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It is highly unlikely that Usami will break up with his partner in a proper manner. Self-deprecating comments and taking the blame for a failed relationship have no place in his explanation if he even decides to talk about it. Most likely Usami will leave them as spontaneously and unexpectedly as he popped up in their life in the first place: hops on a horse, gives them short indifferent look over the shoulder, and fades into the darkness of the night to never be seen again. Maybe, it’s for the better since Usami doesn’t have to face the fact he has nothing to say. Well, he chooses to be silent since crushing them with disinterest that makes the kid throw the old toy into the toybox doesn’t please him either. No check-ups, no letters, no “let’s stay friends”.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Avoids this question to the last minute because he is too young to commit and jump into family life. Usami reminds me of the type of person who wants to experiment in youth so that in old age he would not regret missing exciting opportunities. There is not a chance he will propose until he comes to the conclusion that he has already seen and experienced the most impressive stuff. So, maybe, from 7 to 10 years? Most definitely feels neutral about having an affair or two since he has a pretty lenient conscience.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally? Absolute emptiness with, perhaps, distorted memories of family love arising here and there. His feelings are strong, aggressive, filled with preceding excitement before the upcoming fun. Calm states of mind such as serenity, clarity, boundless love are too underwhelming for Usami. Wouldn’t call him gentle in the physical sense either: life is motion, and he has to move or do something, anything to feel alive, and impatience makes his moves rough and harsh. Even in a gentle embrace, it seems that he squeezes his loved one to their ribs cracking. He kisses them out until they want to slip out of his hands like a gasping fish. They may like it, they may not, but Usami doesn’t loosen his love grip and remains a (little) wild in the relationship.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Usami hugs them at the most unexpected moments, takes them by storm to squeeze the hell out of them. Perhaps these are his favorite ones, to pick them up high and spin, leaving their legs tingling in the air like a ragdoll.

His hands never stay in one place. Feeling their warm body under the fingertips is indescribable pleasure so Usami gives himself free rein to rub their back, squeeze their sides, press them to his chest, and nuzzle into their neck. He may bite them as well.

Can’t stand to be hugged when he is obviously busy to the point where Usami can kinda gently push them away but sees no problem when he does the same to his partner. Believes that everything can be forgiven for his big puppy eyes (and other particular qualities).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Casually says it on like the second day of official dating over the cup of tea. Hard to say if he is for real so confident in his feelings or if he does it to check their reaction but nevertheless. Usami looks his loved one right in the eyes with undisguised beaming complacency, and his confession is short, definite, and unobjectionable. Propping his chin with his pale hands, he immediately returns to the casual conversation and keeps going joyfully about whatever on his mind like Usami didn’t just murmur how he is in love with them forever and for ever. After that, he is elated. Confession is a kind of seal of belonging to him, consent of another person is optional, it doesn't matter at all, all that does it that they are his and he is theirs.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This shit is scary for everybody involved. Usami doesn’t get jealous per se but he has a strong feeling of having his loved one in his possession. Should someone try to covet his partner as hell breaks loose: regardless of who exactly was the initiator, - his loved one or another person, - Usami immediately takes action. In his mind, his partner can’t be guilty of infidelity, they were simply coerced into foul play and have to be taught how to recognize such a thing, they are innocent. This awful other person is different though, they are the ones who need to be taught some manners.

To start a fight Usami needs one dirty look, one carelessly thrown word. This is just an excuse to allow himself to take out all the anger on the poor soul. If Koito likes to gab hours on end but secretly hoping to avoid getting physical, Usami sees talking as a waste of time. Of course, if one fight is not enough, then Usami can go in for murder.

After the accident, he acts a lot rougher with his partner forcing them deeper into submission. To maintain ego and control and to be sure that they know their place, Usami needs praise, persuasion, and tons of physical affection.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves the concept of kissing, loves to kiss, and to be kissed. Sees every kiss as a personal signature but also, on another level, rewarding pastime so Usami is all about steamy make-out sessions. He is eager and rough, oftentimes marks his partner in visible areas with not only bright hickeys but with straight out bites. The look of dark crescents from his teeth scattering on their delicate neck turns Usami on like nothing else.

Likes to be kissed all over the body, would prefer them to be as rough though since casual soft kisses don’t really set a mood for him. The same goes for them, Usami won’t leave a spot unkissed on their body. Has a thing for the neck, wrists, and insides of the thighs.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Don’t let him around kids because it seems like Usami is good at it but in reality, he just builds up an army of naughty children to throw eggs at the neighbor's door. He like a devil coerces the goody angel into a mini-revolution under the nose of parents without offering any candy. Give this man a free hand, remove Tsurumi from his life, and you’ll see Usami growing into a cult leader. So, yes, he is pretty good with children older than like 5-6 years old, can’t do shit with babies younger than that. Usami hasn’t thought about being a father himself because beyond pranks and fun he knows absolutely nothing, zero, nada about raising children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Incredibly active and varied if Usami managed to fall asleep before midnight the day before. He unceremoniously wakes his partner up either covering their face with kisses or pulling the blanket off them or starting a pillow fight. Expects his loved one to rise and shine without spending an hour just sitting here with an empty stare in the void.

Even when Usami collapses in the bed at dawn, it is possible that he will accidentally wake them up with a sweeping elbow blow to the nose. During the cold season, his partner should be ready to wake up trembling without a blanket. This bastard steals it every other night.

It is rare to see Usami cooking or doing anything useful at all in the house in the morning. He prefers to wander around while his partner lays the table and talk out loud to himself.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unpredictable. He may get lost for an evening, come back with no explanation (we all know he was up to no good), and crash next to them with a smug smile. Other nights Usami can’t leave them alone: it feels like it is vital for him to fiddle with their fingers, play with their hair, pull them into a tight hug. The maximum relaxation effect is achieved with a couple of bitter sake shots drunk before meals.

Sleeping. Nobody canceled messed up sleeping schedule (check out the last letter of the alphabet) so Usami may have to make up for it by going to bed as early as 8 p.m.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Opens up slowly but doesn't pay much attention to what exactly he is saying. Everything that has happened to the present moment is already history so Usami treats it as such. What once pleased or upset him does not evoke any strong emotions now and he easily reveals his past to the loved one. Usami, of course, avoids mentioning the murder of his friend but with a partner who very clearly shows their loyalty, he will not hesitate to describe how much it turned him inside out and changed him, opening doors to the darkest corners of his soul. In return, Usami asks his loved one tons of questions from favorite color to a relationship with their mother, feeling free to ask the most intrusive ones.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is in the state of the boiling kettle 24/7, ready to whistle for any given reason. Not that he is that angry, but definitely in an unstable state of mind. When he gets pissed off, Usami doesn't change in the face, except that his smile can get even wider baring sharp small teeth. In most cases, other people have to restrain his anger so the military does a good job at keeping Superior Private in check with an iron fist out of battles and letting him go wild when the situation requires it.

In the relationship, Usami teeters on the brink just like the outside of it but his reactions to upsetting situations are milder and are easily resolved by sublimating desire to destroy into intense workout, make out, etc. He is easy to blow out but he tries really hard to do not harm his loved one.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

There is a whole room in his mind palace to store volumes of information about the loved one. Usami thrives on discovering different aspects of his partner’s personality in deep conversations and in characteristic behavior that he enjoys so much to observe. Therefore, nothing goes unnoticed.

Perfectly navigates the tone of their voice: Usami knows exactly how their sadness sounds when they try to veil it with cheerful words and when to step back when they rise their voice in a fit of anger. Awfully useful with a person who has a hard time communicating and/or expects others to understand them just like that.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn’t have a favorite one. All meaningful moments like the first meeting, first kiss, other first times occupy equally important places in his heart so if asked Usami will murmur how every second with them is unthinkably precious and he can’t pick just one!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ready to faithfully protect his partner in the most dangerous situations. It is obvious, isn’t it? Usami will cover them like a shield on the battlefield, but most of the time he prefers to eliminate the source of danger: thanks to a state of perpetual alert and intense adrenaline rush, he can ignore multiple injuries for hours while shooting off foes. Usami lacks the voice of reason so he tends to overreact when it is completely out of place.

Oh, Usami doesn’t let anybody touch his loved one. As soon as he sees a hand reaching to them, he reflexively grabs it if not twists it with excessive force. Strangers understand they should not mess with Usami from his piercing look but there is always a fool who tempts fate in vain.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not that much. He doesn't bother planning dates and gifts but sometimes there are moments of enlightenment that make Usami sit down and think about how to impress his loved one in a good way. Most of the time he prefers spontaneity to foresight since in his mind whatever is fun to him will work for them too.

Anniversaries are the dates when Usami is all sweetness and light: he runs around his loved one ready to bend over backward for their enjoyment. Seriously, he is ready to be used as a footrest for the whole day if it’s what they want.

Slacks on everyday tasks though, he is great at avoiding daily chores under the stupidest pretext.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I won't even start talking about how unhinged he is, you should have had figured it out by now. I just have to mention again that this is an integral personality trait and Usami cannot physically change it. Take it or leave it. He is not forcing anybody to participate in his violent misadventures but he won’t tolerate attempts to stop them.

Control freak, Usami thinks he owns a person when in the relationship. He quite seriously believes that he is in control of their life and can decide whether they can or cannot do particular things. Of course, if they do not act in accordance with Usami’s wishes, they will be punished to prevent further misbehavior.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Usami’s skin is naturally silky and he likes to keep it this way despite the harsh weather conditions. Nobody knows if he is using any creams or other cosmetics but the fact remains: his face is almost baby-like soft. Also, running men tattoos fade quickly due to their location so Usami has to renew them quite often. He does it with enviable regularity and forbids everyone (except his partner and First Lieutenant) to touch his cheeks. His clothes are in fair condition as well as his shoes. Usami wears his clothes neatly, and never wears them off to the holes and patches.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

All attempts to break up with Usami end with his theatrical chuckle and short “good joke, darling”: they are not going anywhere until he allows them to do so. The more times his partner brings this dumb question up, the angrier he gets, barely hiding it behind biting his lips. By the time his patience bursts, Usami has already come up with a plan to keep them by his side, voluntarily or compulsorily. If they decide to leave him because they didn’t get enough attention and affection, Usami will try to fulfill their every whim. If they express their concerns regarding his behavior, Usami will learn how to hide unsightly features better. All in all, he is not going to let them go just because they want to. It seems that the risk of ending on the side of the road gives him even more fervor to fight for their love.

The only thing that remains for his loved one is to leave Usami with no farewell letter left behind. Otherwise, they risk gaining a stalker with military experience under his belt. Not the best combination if you ask me.

If they were killed, Usami one hundred percent will find their murderer and tear them apart. Literally. He snaps, he is not going to hold back any longer.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Must be an obvious one but Usami is a kinky bastard. He tries such things to which no adequate person would agree or if they did it is unlikely that they would tell anyone about it. This applies not only to sexual behavior, he is eccentric in general, he is not held back by social rules and limits of decency. Usami would set few things on fire just to see how long it takes each to burn to the crisps. Sucks fingers and toes. I don’t know, he does everything you are kind of uncomfortable to do. Might fuck around and start another war idk.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Can’t handle boring people. Looking at what he considers “boring” people tells that it includes people with no character, withdrawn from society and recent events, silly and predictable ones. First, most likely they would not interact with Usami considering how unhinged he is. He is more trouble than he is worth, you know. And secondly, Usami doesn’t notice them in the crowd. If his loved one happens to be too boring, he will leave them, sooner or later.

Anyone standing between him and First Lieutenant can forget about any relationship with Usami. It is impossible. The gears in his head are spinning like crazy to come up with a perfect plan and get away with their murder. No hard feelings, but Usami’s obsession with Tsurumi isn’t going anywhere, and the only scenario he can agree with is dating someone who if doesn’t support it then at least doesn’t try to ward him off of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleep schedule is an absolute mess with no hint of changing in the future. First of all, Usami sleeps 4-6 hours per day, can’t sleep during the day so he doesn’t take naps and doesn’t nodes off. At the same time, these short hours of sleep do not stick to night time only: sometimes Usami decides to go to bed at 3 a.m. still full of energy, other days he crawls under the blanket at 6 p.m. exhausted to the point of collapsing. He never complains about sleep, sees almost acid-trippy dreams a few times a month, and not even once had to take a pill to fall asleep.

Sleeps like a dead man with limbs entwined around his loved one. His lips break into a sweet smile as Usami throws a leg over their body and presses himself closer. He looks so peaceful you’d never think this man can bite your hand and throw you out of the window uwu.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #Usami Tokishige #tosikowrites

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It’s Not You, It’s Me (m)

Word: 6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Friends to lovers

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: “ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers. You and Jungkook are not lovers.  

Warning: Implied smut, small smut scenes, impregnation kink, PDA, ANGST, implied affair

a/n: This took me forever to write and on multiple occasions I wanted to delete the whole thing, I still don’t like it so I may delete it idk..but please show me support, remember that comments and telling me what you think motivates me to write!! Hope you guys enjoy! :))

“ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers.

You and Jungkook are not lovers.  

“ What?” You are honestly confused, why was he was saying this in a busy cafe. The couple next to you guys are doing side glances, and your getting flustered. Is this one of his pranks to embarrass you in front of people, you are so going to kill him.

“ Honestly, It’s not you, it’s me...actually it is kind of you,” he bites his lip and brushes his hair with his hand.

“ What the hell are you talking about, Jungkook?” The couple looks shocked with your response, you turn to them and give them a deadly glare. “ Did Jimin dare you to do this? I’m gonna kill him after I kill you.” You take a sip from your own drink and grimace at the hot temperature.

“ Well he didn’t dare me, he just convinced me to like...take a break from you?” He looks a little timid when you arch your eyebrow, he cowers in his seat.

“ Can you tell me what’s actually going on, we are not even dating.” Is Jungkook into role playing now?  

Jungkook grabs the salt shaker, pours a little bit of salt on the table, and plays with it on the tip of his index finger. “ I know we aren’t dating... it's just that I realized I haven’t been having sex since I’m best friends with you,” he lets out a small sigh.

Earlier that day

“ Where’s Y/N at ?” Namjoon looks around Jungkook to see any sign of you.

Jungkook sets his backpack down the floor and sits down on the chair, “ Ahh… she’s at campus. She went to get a book at the library or something,” Jungkook grabs the chopsticks and starts eating the meat.

“You don’t even greet your hyungs before you start eating, you pig,” Jimin playfully  punches his shoulder hard.

“ Why would I need to greet you? I saw you earlier today,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and continues eating.

“ Whoa Jimin! Did you get mauled by a vampire?” Hoseok laughs as he points out Jimin’s hickies, while Jimin looks smug. Jungkook stops eating and looks at Jimin, he can’t remember the last time he had received hickies.

“ Ohh... these are from Sana, I hooked up with her last night, she wouldn’t stop giving them when she was riding the hell out of me,” he shrugs, while showing of his hickies.

“Jimin, please do not share any information about your sex life, including your lover’s name. It is not respectful towards her.” Namjoon tsk and shakes his head at Jimin. 

“Well she’s probably going to share details of us having sex anyways and Hoseok was literally talking about his hook up two days ago,” Jimin defends himself quickly.

‘When was the last time I had sex?,’ Jungkook thinks to himself. Then all of sudden Jimin and Hoseok start laughing, and other customers start staring at them, shit he said that out loud.

“Do you want to know why you haven’t had sex, kookie?” Jimin asks, Jungkook gets angry when he calls him that but he wants to know why.

“Why?”

“Y/N.”

“What about her?” Jungkook doesn’t understand why he said your name.

“Wow you can’t even see it...okay let me tell you, Y/N and you are inseparable to the point where girls don’t want to hook up with you because they think your dating her.”  He grabs the meat and puts in his mouth.

Jungkook doesn’t buy his theory, no way that can be true. He shakes his in disbelief and puts more meat on the grill.

“Fine don’t believe me, ask Namjoon and Hoseok,” he shrugs and he flips the meat on the grill.

Jungkook looks to Namjoon and Hoseok, giving them a questioning look.

“ The first time you introduced me to Y/N, I thought you guys were dating. You act like an old married couple. So naturally girls don’t approach you because of that.” Namjoon gives his explanation, and gives him a comforting pat on his shoulder.

“ It’s true Jungkook, one time we were at the club and I heard a group of girls talking about how hot you looked. One of the girls was going to ask you to dance but then her friend stopped her saying that you and Y/N have been dating for years. Sorry buddy, I ended up asking her to dance and then we fucked in my car.” Jungkook stays silent when the guys switch onto a different conversation, I mean you and him do hangout everyday but how does affect his love life?

Jungkook goes to the convenience store to buy some ramen since you’re always eating it when you come to his apartment. He’s deciding whether to get the really spicy or not, he gets the really spicy one since you like it so much. He then grabs a chocolate bar for you since you’re on your period and complained how you were craving it. He is about to check out his items until he hears someone call him.

“Jungkook! Is that you!” He turns his head and sees his high school crush. There stands an angel name Jieun. “ It is you! Wow, look at you, you got more handsome and taller. How are you and Y/N ?,” she smiles beautifully at him. 

“ Uhh we’ve been good noona, we’re in our third year of college,” he rubs the back of his neck. 

“ That’s wonderful...Wow I can't believe I’m seeing you after all these years...,” she starts to giggle and blush, “ You know I had a crush on you in high school. You were so adorable and athletic. I was going to ask you out but I’m not that type of person.” Her phone starts to ring and she holds up a one minute sign with her finger. No way she had a crush on him, that’s impossible. And what did she mean that type of person. “Sorry that was my fiancé, I’m supposed to buy beer for our date. But it was nice seeing you, I’m so happy to hear that you guys are still together!” She parts from him and goes to the alcohol aisle. 

Of course you guys are still together, you’ve been friends since elementary. Then it hits him, she means together as in boyfriend and girlfriend.

After leaving the store he calls Jimin,” What do I do?,” he immediately asks.

Present

“ So your telling me that you want space from because you want to have sex?,” that’s all you retrieved from him retelling what happened earlier today, you’re honestly disappointed in him for listening to Jimin. You grabbed your napkin and wipe the mess he made with the salt.

 “ Your missing the point I could’ve been engaged to Jieun,” he looks at you wiping the table. 

“Wow, So your going to blame me for her marrying someone else. You do realize how crazy you sound?,” you laughed and get up from your seat. 

You walk to exit the cafe and Jungkook opens the door for you, “ Call me crazy all you want but it does make sense Y/N.” He walks with you on the sidewalk but stops you, he takes his scarf off and places on you. 

The leaves are falling and the weather is getting colder. “Okay, fine. How long is this ‘ break’ we are having ?”

Jungkook smiles wide and it makes his eyes crinkle, “ Umm probably a month.” 

That’s a little too long for you, you remember how sad you would get when he would go to Busan for summer break. “So like we don’t talk or see each other during our breakup?” 

Your hands are cold and you try to warm it up by rubbing them together. He grabs your hands and rubs them with his, “Yeah, we don’t see or talk to each other. Like we are completely strangers.” 

You start to wonder if this is going to really work, “ Fine, but your still going to come to my house on my birthday?” 

You pull your hands from his and zip up his sweater, “ Yeah I’m still going to come. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

--

You and Jungkook have been best friends since elementary school. The teachers would always get mad since you and Jungkook would never switch partners when told to or switch desk when new seats were assigned. It was always like that Jungkook and Y/N.

Your parents thought that your friendship wouldn’t last since things change during middle school. “Jungkook do I look different?” 

You try to grab his attention from him playing on his video console, he gives you a quick scan and proceeds to play on, “ Yeah, you have a pimple on your forehead.” 

You throw a pillow against his head, “ I hate you, no on my body. Do my boobs look bigger?”

 He laughs a little, “ No they look the same since first grade.” You grab the other controller from the bed, “ Let me play, and your voice still sounds like it did in first grade.”

“Hey!, ” Jungkook whines.

Jungkook comes back from Busan over summer break, to you and Taehyung throwing a party in his room. There’s balloons everywhere and confetti on his carpet. “ Congratulations for not being a virgin!, “ you and Taehyung scream. 

“What the hell Taehyung, why’d you tell her I’m not a virgin.” Jungkook finally looks at the cake your holding written in frosting saying ‘ virgin no more.’ 

“Relax, Kookie. I was going to find out regardless,” you roll your eyes and really look at Jungkook. He looks different he’s face is a little bit sharper and he’s a little tan. You can’t help but look at him differently.

Taehyung leaves to go back to his house. Your sitting next to Jungkook on his bed watching a movie but not really paying attention. “ Jungkook, how does it feel not being a virgin before college?,” you curiously ask and put some popcorn in your mouth. 

He laughs and throws some popcorn at you, “ Why do you want to know?” You shrug and pick up the popcorn he threw at you. You wanted to know if it felt good for him and if he liked the girl. Is that now his girlfriend? 

“It was really good, well it felt really good. It was kinda awkward at first but then it just happened.” 

Did they kiss the whole time ? “ Jungkook, I want to lose my virginity to you,” you don’t know why you said that but you knew that you trust him with all your heart and you wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of you to him.

 He looks shock and reluctance is all over his body, he scratches his neck, “ Uhh...Y/N I don’t think-“ you interrupt him quickly, “ I was kidding!” You start laughing uncontrollably, “ you should’ve saw your face.” You feel hurt that he was going to reject you gently. If he could easily have sex with a girl in Busan then why not you.

--

God, why were you thinking of him right now, it’s been a week of no talking or seeing each other, and you were getting tired of it. You decide to go hangout at his and Taehyung’s apartment. Jungkook is probably missing you too, he can take a break of his sexual awakening. You buy two cups of smoothies, Jungkook’s favorite and your favorite. You knock on the apartment door and right away Taehyung opens it, “ Hey Y/N, what are you doing here? I was about to leave.” 

You look behind him to see if Jungkook is there, “Uhh... I was going to hangout with Jungkook.”

Taehyung quickly closes the door and locks it. “ He’s busy doing stuff,” he’s guarding the door a little. 

You laugh ,” What’s he busy doing? Playing video games?,” you ask.

 “No he’s actually have sex with someone right now.” He bites his lip nervously and looks at you. Huh, he’s actually having sex because you guys ‘broke up’. 

You hand Taehyung the other drink and he walks out the apartment complex with you. “I’m bored, come to my apartment.”

You and Taehyung are both out of breath naked in bed. “ God, I came so hard,” he admits loudly and throws the condom in the trash. 

“You’re welcome”, you put on his shirt and new panties on. “How often has he been having sex?,” you look over to Taehyung. 

“ He had sex several times this week, had to hangout and sleep at Yoongi’s place for a couple days,” you scoff and he places kisses on your lips. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him? Your hurting yourself everyday.” 

You flick his forehead but then you kiss it better, “ I know it sounds silly but I want him to suddenly wake up in the morning and realize he’s in love with me. Then we get married and argue on how he doesn’t put his shoes nicely away, but it wouldn’t even matter since we love each other too much,” you brush Taehyung’s hair with your fingers as he hovers you.

 He pulls your panties down and kneels between your legs, “ You are truly a romanticist.”

--

You should really respect Jungkook wishes but you remember him reminding you to come to his dance competition two months ago since it would be his last. The ticket is in your hand and your nervously waving it, you should go to this event, it is really important to him. You grab a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and enter the theater and sit next Seokjin. The show hasn’t started yet so you talk to him. “ Namjoon told me that you and Jungkook took a break from your friendship,” you hug the bouquet tighter.

 “ Yeah we did but it’s only going to be a month. I’m just here to support him.” The show starts and you focus on the dancers.

Watching Jungkook perform has always been fascinating to you, it’s just breathtaking. He ends the show with his solo and you make way  towards backstage. Jungkook sees you and smiles but then quickly replaced with a confused look, “ Uhh...why are you here?” He always begged you to come to his performances but now it feels so different.

 “ You know I wouldn’t missed one of these things, they are special to you. Here I got these for you.” You show him a bouquet of flowers and smile at him. 

“Jungkook! You were so good!,” a girl runs up to him and hugs him, she turns to look at you, “ Who’s this Kookie?” Why is she using that nickname, your the one that came up with it and tease him with it. 

“She’s no one, just a fan,” your heart hurts when he says ‘no one’ because Jungkook couldn’t possibly be a ‘no one’ to you. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to congratulate you, I’m a really big fan,” you say to save him, he mouths a thank you and you leave.

You feel like an idiot still carrying the flowers, looking down towards your feet, and you bump into a hard chest and fall to the ground. “Oh shit, sorry...Y/N?,” Jimin helps you up by grabbing your hand. 

You playfully scold him, “ Watch where you going, here I got you these... you danced really good,” you quickly give him the bouquet and walk away from him, you hear him say a confused thank you but you don’t turn back.

Towards the end of the second week you send him a message asking if he can shorten the break up. But there was no reply back.

Jungkook is with his Hyungs at restaurant when you text him, he looks at it but doesn’t reply. “ I think I did the best in the dance competition, just saying,” Jimin states loudly after drinking his beer. 

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?,”  Taehyung intriguingly but mockingly asks. 

“Well Y/N gave me flowers and said I was the best,” he smiles smugly. 

Jungkook remembers you carrying flowers in your hands trying to give it to him but he rejected it, he feels bad. Seokjin looks at Jungkook curiously but doesn’t say anything. “Yeah after you knocked her down and gave her big bruises on her knees,” Hoseok states loudly.  

Jungkook should check if you’re okay, well after you guys are done with the break up...he’ll make sure to ice it, he knows how easily you bruise. “What are you talking about she had bruises on her knees before I bumped into her,” he suggestively smirks and does a wink.

 Before Jungkook could defend you, “Don’t talk about her like that,” Taehyung says sternly, the whole group looks surprised and Jimin says a quick sorry. Wait, are you having sex during the break up, you didn’t tell him you weren’t a virgin anymore. Jungkook wants to send you a text but then he stops himself.

---

You are so bored out of your mind, to the point where you actually do your homework. You look at memes and save them so you can show Jungkook tomorrow. You can’t wait to hangout with him since it’s your birthday. You should restock on food, he always has a habit of raiding all of your food. You go to the store and pick up a basket, and start throwing Jungkook’s favorite snacks. You blush when you see a couple making out in an aisle, you quickly do a double take and see that it’s Jungkook and a girl. It’s a different girl from the competition, you never seen him made out with anyone. He’s holding her face gently and kissing her like a lost lover, you can’t help but imagine if that was you. You feel so pathetic that your just watching over them.

You wake up excitedly today, and the whole day goes by and your phone pings with a million messages wishing you, ‘happy birthday ‘ from different people. You look to see if Jungkook send you anything but he didn’t, it’s okay he’ll come tonight and watch movies with you. It gets dark outside but you patiently wait and text people, you see that Jimin sent you a video. You click on it and Jimin is at the club raising a shot glass ‘Happy Birthday! Next shot is on me, Y/N’. And the video ends and you laugh actually wanting a shot right now. You go to the video to replay it one more time to take a screenshot when Jimin’s eyes are closed but then you see Jungkook in the back grinding on a girl from the grocery market. You start to feel furious, did Jimin send you this video to get you mad? You calm yourself down Jungkook can do whatever he wants, he’ll just come a little late with a cake or something. You wait till 1 am, feeling fatigued, you rest your eyes and when you wake up it’s 8 am. You look around to see if Jungkook is here but he isn’t, your eyes start to water. He has never missed a birthday, he promised you he would come, but he didn’t. You felt really emotional from anger to heartbreak. You send Jimin a text.

“ God my head is fucking killing, why did you keep letting me drink, Hyung?” Jungkook rubs the side of his to ease the pain. Namjoon gives him more rice for his hangover soup and Jimin steals it away from him and starts eating it himself. 

“Take those damn sunglasses off, you deserve to be punished with pain, for throwing up in my car,” Yoongi snaps at Jimin. 

“Ahh...Hyung I said I was sorry. I was doing those shots for Y/N’s birthday,” he whines and Jungkook head shoots up. Fuck, your birthday he needs to get out of this restaurant, to see you and beg for forgiveness.

“Jungkook!” You call out his name and he looks at you with startled eyes, you’re lucky the restaurant isn’t busy. You pull out a chair and sit next to Yoongi, “ So was getting your dick wet more important than your best friend’s birthday?,” you should be mature in handling this but your crude question comes out. Yoongi’s eyes widen, Jimin stops eating the rice, Namjoon chokes on his water, and Jungkook tries to reach his hand on yours. You pull your hand and put it on you lap, “ Are you going to answer me?”

He looks surprised that you recoiled from his touch, “Wait... Y/N I’m sorry for not showing up, it totally went over my head. Nothing is more important than you.” You think about accepting his apology, it’s just a small bump in your friendship. But the more you think about it, the more you think about the future with him. What’s going to happen when he finally gets a girlfriend and doesn’t spend that much time with you. Or gets married and has a family. Can you stay beside the man you love whilst he loves another woman. You want to stay beside him and be best friends with him forever, so you decide to put an end to your feelings.

“ Jungkook, let's extend our break up. You’re having a great time and I don’t want to take that away from you,” tears welled up in your eyes and you gave him a smile. You quickly leave the restaurant and walk 10 steps away from the restaurant, and start crying. There are people looking at you, “ Ahh there’s something stuck in my contact,” you say loudly as a couple walks past you.

--

Jungkook is stuck in his chair, surprise at everything you said to him, he was expecting you to call of the break up but you didn’t. When he saw yours eyes he knew you were on the verge of crying, “Yoongi give Y/N a ride, please. I don’t want her walking home like that,” Jungkook asks him. 

Yoongi nods and grabs his keys, exiting and sees you. He walks and stands by you, placing a hand on your arm. “ Let me take you home.”

You enter his car and smell something peculiar, “ Why does it smell weird in your car?” 

He sighs loudly, “ Jimin threw up in my car. I tried to clean it but the smell wouldn’t come out.” You snort and just look out the window, watching cars pass by. “ Y/N, when did you start liking Jungkook?,” you were surprised that he asked you this, did your actions show that much. 

“ We are just friends, I don’t like him like that.” He hums an okay and taps as he moves the steering wheel. A few minutes of silence past and you think of your childhood with Jungkook. “ I liked him more than a friend during middle school and then started loving him when were in high school...I couldn’t tell him, it would ruin our friendship,” you finally say.

 He doesn’t say anything and parks in front of your apartment. You turn to look at him and he looks like he looks conflicted on what’s he going to say next. “ Y/N, Jungkook knows you love him,” he blurts out and your heart drops. 

“ He knows… how?,” you ask yourself.

 He places his hand on yours, “ It was last year, we both went to a bar. He confessed to me that he knows you love him, and that hurts him that you can’t return his feelings.” 

You feel like a fool, thinking that he’ll just wake up someday realizing that he is in love with you. “ Oh okay, that’s fine...I’m going to... just go. I’ll see you later,” you immediately exit the car, walking towards the apartment. You try to open the apartment with your keys but you drop them since your hands are shaking, 

You stand up and have your keys in your hands, and you feel arms behind you. “ Y/N, I’m sorry I suddenly said that out loud, I should've  been more considerate.” 

Yoongi hugs you tighter and you turn to face him, “ It’s okay, Yoongi.” You stay in his warm embrace for couple of minutes, you pull away and look at him. More specifically his lips, you lean forward and kiss him. You don’t know you did this, and you feel embarrassed when his lips aren’t moving, so you decide to pull back. “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-,” he interrupts you by pushing you against the door and kissing you. You put your arms around his shoulder bringing him close to you, it feels dirty doing this but you decide to messily make out with him.

 But then you start thinking of Jungkook, you pull back and stare into Yoongi’s eyes which are filled with understandment. “ You’re right, we shouldn’t do this, you deserve so much better,” he says while putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod your head and hugged him closer to you.

You enter your apartment and fall back on the bed, you swaddle yourself in the blankets trying to ease into comfort. The clock is ticking and it sounds very loud, you start to cry thinking about Jungkook. Just knowing that he knows that you love him, you laugh humorously remembering how your heart would flutter when he would cuddle with you when watching movies. Even though you want to blame or hate him you can’t, since it’s not his fault that he is so kind and warm to you, and you managed to fall in love. You feel so embarrassed that he just knows. Maybe it’s a good thing that Yoongi told you that, it would make you face the fact that you and Jungkook could only be best friends.

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You don’t mean to lose in contact with Jungkook or his whole group of friends, it just happens. At first it hurts you when he didn’t try to text you or visit you after five months of you needing a break. It shouldn’t have, you were the one who brought up the extended break up but still he couldn't wish you a Merry Christmas or Happy New Year.

 On a dark rainy day you were walking down stairs from a class you have and feel light raindrops falling on your face. You scold yourself for not bringing an umbrella, you were about to start walking and feel the raindrops stop falling. You look up and see a red umbrella, then you turn around and see Jimin holding it. He gives you a careful smile and shrugs his shoulders. “ Hey stranger, how have you been?,” he asked while still holding the umbrella over you. 

You continue walking down stairs and he follows you, “ I’ve been okay, recently found out that I was pregnant.” 

You smile at him and he gives you a shocked expression, “ Y/N...I don’t know what to say...congrats?,” you start laughing at him and he gives you a confused look. 

“I’m kidding, I’m not pregnant. How are you?,” you haven’t seen him in like five months so you genuinely do want to know how is doing.

 He laughs and punches you lightly on the shoulder, “ You almost gave me a heart attack telling me that, and I’m doing okay. Just recently got hired as an intern as a dance choreographer at this amazing dance company, they say if I do well I can get hired full time after I graduate,” he gleams with delight after telling you this. 

“ That’s fucking amazing Jimin! I knew you would do big things, you really are an amazing dancer. I’m proud of you.” You stop walking and hug him, and it takes him by surprise but he pats your back with his unoccupied hand. You pull out of the hug and you guys continue walking, you twiddle your finger and look around nervously. 

You want to ask about Jungkook but your nervous, he looks at you curiously and knows what you want to ask. “ Jungkook is happy, Y/N. If that’s what you want to ask, he is also working as an intern too and he...umm,” he looks around and tugs the bottom of his sweater a bit, “...he’s dating, well he has a girlfriend. She’s nice and pretty, I think you’ll like her Y/N.”

You feel like your world is crashing, that a meteor just crashed and everything is going down in chaos, “ Really! That’s wonderful, I’m happy for him...he deserves it,” you fake a bright smile and he doesn’t notice. He smiles brightly back at you. You are right in front of your other class and you say goodbye to Jimin. The whole time you think of Jungkook and how his girlfriend may possibly look like, it’s time to let go, maybe after a couple months you’ll fully get over him. You smile to yourself, looking outside and seeing the sun start to shine peeking over the clouds.

---

You were in deep sleep, dreaming about going to the beach and watching the sunrise, you feel at peace. Then your peace was disrupted when you hear your phone ringing, you pick it up and answer. “ What?,” you say grumply and stretching your legs out. 

“ Y/N, I need you to do me a favor-” “No,” you cut off Nayeon.

 “ Aww, don’t be like that, I’ll buy you food,” she pleads. 

“Deal,” you were going to let her buy you the most expensive steak ever. 

“ Okay so I need you to take my ring to the jewelry store, It needs to be polished. It looks a little dull, I would do it but I have to drop the kids to summer camp and who knows when I’ll do it since I’m always busy. Plus, you’re never busy,” you hum and hear her rant.

 “ Yeah, I’m never busy since I'm single and don’t have kids…” you say jokingly. 

“ Ugh, I don’t mean like that… you’re amazing, beautiful, smart, and you have a great job. You should be fucking guys left and right. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked real hard by my husband,” you roll your eyes and laugh.

 “ Mmm, I love it when you compliment me and talk about your sex life. I’ll pick up the ring in fifteen minutes.”

You go to her house and pick up the ring, you inspect it as you sit in the car, raising it to the sunlight and watching it sparkle. You place it on your ring finger and smile to yourself, testing it on how it feels on you. It’s been six years since you’ve seen him, Jungkook, but now you're thinking of him. Is he married and has a couple of kids, you remember him telling you that he wanted you to be his best man. Maybe if you see him again, you’ll ask if you could still be best friends, you're pretty sure you have no more romantic feelings for him. You stop daydreaming when you realize how big the world is and how you can’t possibly ever see him again.

The jewelry store is in the mall and you hand the employee the ring along with the documents. You wait for forty five minutes as they polish it and you look around at all the shiny elegant jewelry. The employee gives you the ring and you notice the significance sparkle it displays. “ I can tell your husband really loves you, that’s the most expensive ring we have,” the employee tells you.

 You smile at him and nod, “ Yes, he really does love me. Thank you for your work,” you put the ring on and leave the store. 

You walk around since you have nothing else to do, “ Y/N!,” you hear someone call your name. You turn around and see Namjoon with his deep dimples, smiling and waving his hand. “ Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever,” he walks towards you and gives you a hug.

 You are engulfed in his embrace and you laugh, “ Yeah, it’s good to see you, did your legs get longer?”

 He pulls apart from you and chuckles, “ No, they didn’t, it’s the same length. But how are you?” 

You twiddle with the ring on your finger and was about to reply until he gave you a surprised expression. Oh, he thinks your married, you should mess around with him. “ I’ve been great, I have a wonderful husband and two boys, and I just found out I’m pregnant. Hopefully, it's a girl,” you reply seriously but inside you were dying to laugh. 

“ Holy shit, that’s crazy wait until-” You were about to say just kidding until you hear someone call Namjoon, you turn to see him. Jungkook. He doesn’t seem to notice you since he’s whining to Namjoon on how he left him alone in the store, but stops when he finally sees you. His eyes widen and he stutters on his words. You haven’t seen him in forever and you see how different he looks, his hair is longer and his face looks more mature. Your heart flutters a little bit but quickly ignore it.  “ Jungkook, look who I found. Isn’t it crazy she’s married and has kids! And she’s pregnant, which by the way you should invite me to the baby shower,” you were shocked that Namjoon was saying all this.

You can’t tell him you were kidding, that would make you look like a fool. This could also be the chance to hangout and be friends with Jungkook, if he sees your married and your completely over him he won’t have to worry about me being in love with him. It’s a perfect plan.

“ Hi, Jungkook, it’s been awhile. Namjoon I could’ve told him all those things,” you laugh a little. Jungkook looks at your left hand and then to your stomach.

 “ You’re married? Why didn’t you tell me or invite me to the wedding? We promised that we would be at each other's weddings,” he furrowed his eyebrows. 

You can’t understand his tone, it’s a mixture of hurt and anger. “ You also promised me that you would never missed my birthday…,” you jokingly reply but he doesn’t laugh, he just looks more hurt. “ Uhh, I was joking…,” you nervously fiddle with the ring finger. Namjoon looks uncomfortable, and switches conversation, talking about owning his own bakery with Seokjin. You’re immersed with the conversation and look to the side as Jungkook just stares you down. Namjoon phone rings and tells you he has to take the call. Which leaves you and Jungkook alone.

“ We should get back together,” Jungkook says to you. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were ex-lovers.

You and Jungkook are not ex-lovers.  

“ What?” you say immediately. 

He gently grabs your left hand and looks at the ring sparkle. “ Leave him, let’s go back to the way things were, you could take the kids with you. I’ll help you raise them. I want to be able to see your face everyday and go to the coffee shop, then you can complain on how much sugar I put. I was fucking stupid back then, I lost my best friend since I was desperate for sex. I overlooked your feelings...I ignored it, god you fucking loved me and treated you so bad,” he pleads to you and his eyes look glossy. 

“ What are trying to say Jungkook, your confusing me,” you put your hand against his cheek, caressing it. 

“ I want you in my life as my best friend, girlfriend, wife, a soulmate. Take me anyway you want. These years without you have been colorless. Maybe it’s too late to say this but I love you.” You always dreamed to hear him say those words, and now he’s saying them to you and you start crying. 

“ Okay, let’s get back together,” you lean forward and kiss him. He immediately responds to the kiss and pulls you closer by the waist. You’re finally kissing his soft lips and your hands are in his long hair, pulling it softly. His hands move down to your ass and squeeze them. 

You let out a quiet moan but then pull away from him when you realize you guys were in public. “ Ahh, Jungkook...we shouldn’t do this here,” he continues peppering kisses and nuzzles into your neck. 

“Mmpfh, okay,” he pulls out of your neck and gives you his signature bunny smile. “ Do you think your kids will like me? I hope they do, I can teach them how to play basketball and video games,” he ponders and rubs your stomach. 

You blush when he does this gesture, you need to tell him the truth. “ Jungkook, I’m not married...and I don’t have kids. This-it’s not even my ring, it’s Nayeon’s, I went to get it polished for her…” you say quietly and feel him stop rubbing your stomach. “ I was messing with Namjoon but wasn’t able to say just kidding since you came along. And I thought maybe it wouldn’t be bad for you to be my best friend since I’m ‘married’...god I sound stupid,” you see him blankly staring at you.

 “ Do you love me?,” he asked seriously. 

“ I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” you say confidently.

 He gives you quick peck and grabs your hand leading you back to the jewelry store. “ Why are we here, Jungkook?,” you ask him while he goes behind you as you look at the wedding rings. “ Pick any ring you want my love, I want to marry you as soon as possible,” he whispered in your ear. Then he grinds behind you, “ And then fill you up with my babies,” he bites your ear teasingly. The same employee who had helped you before gives you a confused look and you turn red, but it doesn’t matter since Jungkook is right beside you.

--

You both are laying naked in bed, panting loudly in each other's arms. He brings your hand up looking at the wedding ring and kisses each finger. You put your other hand on your stomach feeling a little swollen because of the excessive amount of sperm he came into. You smile happily, imagining carrying his children.

“ Y/N, uhh...you know just asking...who did you lose your virginity to-you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he shrugs and looks away nervously.

“Umm, Taehyung,” you tell him slowly.

“Ohh okay...wait what?” he says ludicrously. “ You know what it doesn’t matter, I love you Y/N”

“ I love you too, and it was only a couple times,” you say tiredly and cuddle into his chest.

“ A couple times!... wait Y/N don’t sleep just yet, how many times did you guys do it. Was he better than me...never mind don’t answer that question...,” he whines and shakes you lightly. But your too content with his warmth and continue to fall into a deep slumber.

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[otagamerkorin]

Trial by Fire (including very little actual fire and honestly just a whole lot of snow)

Merry (very belated) Christmas @blasphemousfungus! I was your secret santa for @kibasniper‘s Psychonauts Secret Santa! Unfortunately, due to a lotta stuff going on in my life, your present isn’t completely done yet, but here’s the first (honestly kinda massive) chapter of it! I plan on putting it up on AO3 as well, so I’ll ping you then too! For reference, this was highly inspired by mystery_notebook (or I think they might be @tvguts on here?) fic Like It Used To Be, But Better, which is amazing and you should totally check it out. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy it!

Edit: Just realized I completely forgot to give it a title. Whoops.

When they had gone into the asylum, none of the members of Thorney Towers had expected to come back out not only dear friends with a 10 year old, but also under the close monitor of an organization of secret psychic agents.  Initially is had only been to ensure that being around Loboto while in such delicate condition hadn’t left any lasting damage. Luckily from what they’d been able to work out from the fours scattered memories of the time, the dentist hadn’t involved them in any of his experiments, but better safe than sorry. The surveillance really hadn’t gotten in the way of their new lives much. A few calls a week, the occasional in-person check in to see how they were doing, not much to write home about in the grand scheme of things.

After a time though, things had begun to get...interesting.

It was actually Boyd who kicked the whole thing off, so to say. It had been a day like any other, possibly even more quiet and domestic than usual considering they’d just hit the weekend. According to the other three, he’d simply been drying dishes after dinner that night when a wayward mug has slipped off the counter behind him. The resulting crash has two effects. 1.) The former nightguard jumped about three feet off the ground with a startled shriek. And 2.) The dishtowel in his hands promptly burst into flames. Luckily he’d dropped the flaming cloth into surprise and a bit of group panic and rapid stomping has quickly put out the blaze, leaving the four gathered in the small kitchen, staring down at its burnt remains.

The lot of them, Boyd especially, were dumbfounded by the whole event and immediately phoned up their new psychic associates, if only to make sure they weren’t all going crazy again. There had to be some mundane explanation for this, right? But after a few quick tests from Sasha, it was official: Boyd was most definitely a psychic.

Signs from the others quickly followed.  Fred would frequently find papers and pens floating in orbit around him whenever he got embroiled in his nursing reinstatement exams. Edgar would sometimes find those around him caught up in a sort of bewildering mental fog, leaving them staring around in confusion. And while Gloria had always had quite the green thumb, now the plants in her garden flourished with just the touch of her hand, the woman assaulted with a hundred whispered voices of delight whenever she appeared at the gate with her watering can. Lili was especially happy about the latter, having never met a fellow connoisseur of florakinesis until that point, let alone one who was so friendly.

To say everyone, both Psychonaut and otherwise, was baffled was an understatement. None of the four had shown an signs of psychic powers earlier in life. So why now?

It was Razputin of all people who offered a hypothesis.  They were all aware that the large amount of  Psitanium around the camp and asylum had been less that helpful for the fours delicate mental state, what with the whole “making the sane less sane” thing and all. Perhaps though, the other half of the phrase may also be in play. What if being around all that Psitanium has brought whatever deeply buried psychic powers the four shared to the surface?

Honestly, it was the best they had to go on. There were hardly any cases of spontaneous psychic manifestation in those beyond adolescence and the four weren’t showing any of the usual symptom relating to those sort of circumstances.

Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that the organization now had a whole mess of new psychics in the mix who needed training.

Which is what brought Milla to the front gates of the Von Gouten Arts Academy for Girls (formally Hagatha Home) bright and early one Wednesday morning. The former actress had bought the dilapidated old academy around a year ago using some of the wealth she’s amassed during her glory years. (It was amazing how much interest a saving account left to sit could accrue.) Since then she’d been fixing the place up, hiring teachers and generally getting the place running even better than before, eventually joined in her endeavors by the other three Thorney Towers residents when they moved onto the grounds with her.

Milla found herself smiling up at the stylized “VG” woven into the metal of the newly installed gate in the stone fence that surrounded the property. Gloria really was doing an excellent job with the place. Rolling her window down, the Mental Minx leaned out and pressed the button of the call box installed in the fence wall. For a moment there was silence and then a familiar voice crackled to life on the other end.

“Good morning! Do you have an appointment?”

“Well, I would certainly hope so Darling.” Milla teased and she could practically hear the smile in Boyd’s voice when he replied.

“Dang, is it really Wednesday already? Well, head right on up Mrs. Vodello! I’ll let the rest of the gang know you’re coming.”

There was a buzz and the whirring of mechanisms as the gate opened and allowed access to the road beyond. Continuing on down the path, she soon found herself pulling into the large round driveway in front of the building. A group of students tending to one of the flower beds out front waved as she parked and stepped out of the car, Boyd likewise stepping out of the guard shack nearby and making his way over.

“Good morning to you Ms. Vodello! You the only one here today?”

“Not quite.” She replied with a chuckle, just in time for the back door of the car to fly open and Raz to stick his grinning face out around it.

“Hi Boyd!”

“Hey, good to see you too Raz! Come on inside, the rest of the gang should be on their way.” He replied with a grin, reaching down to ruffle the boy’s hair as he led them inside.

For as horrid as the place had apparently originally been ran, the former owner had at least had good architectural sense, and the large oak front doors opened into a soaring foyer, complete with a grand spiral staircase. One that Gloria was already beginning to make her way down as the doors closed behind them.

“Well good morning Ms. Vodello! And to you too Raz dear!” The former actress beamed, taking Boyd’s offered arm as she stepped down the last few stairs.

“You came at just the right time. I just finished up with morning announcements. Please, feel free to head right over to the practice room, the rest of the boys should already be on their way. Oh, and I’ve also had some snacks from the dining hall sent on ahead. I hope you both like blueberry muffins!”

“That sounds just delightful darling!” Milla replied cheerfully, smiling wider when she saw the stars in Raz’s eyes at the mention of food. Milla sidled up beside the actress as they started down into one of the academy’s wings, one of Gloria’s arms still linked with Boyd’s.

“So how have the plants been treating you darling?”

“Oh, better everyday! My garden is thriving and I think I’m really starting to get a good hold of this whole telepathy thing! Getting it across to all my little lovelies that there’s really no need to shout every time I come in hasn’t been easy, but I think it’s finally starting to stick. The roses and lilies are still a horrible bunch of gossips, but I doubt there’s much I’ll ever be able to do about that.” She replied with a laugh.

“They do come in useful to make sure none of the students are pulling anything they shouldn’t though!”

“That’s wonderful to hear! How about you Boyd? Have you been making any process in your off-time?” Milla asked, the guard rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, a bit. It ain’t exactly been fast progress, but one step at a time you know? But hey! At least I haven’t accidentally lit up anything important again since you taught me those exercises. There’s only so many times I can almost burn down Edgar’s classroom before it starts to get ridiculous.”

Milla smiled softly, reaching over to pat the guard on the back.

“Well, learning to fully control one’s powers can be a long path. It took me years to master my own skillset. Like you said, it’s just one step at a time. I think you’ve made wonderful progress though, and I’m very proud of you darling.” She mused and the man flushed a bit at her praise and mumbled a word of thanks, tugging his hat low over his eyes bashfully as Gloria gave him a smile.

The group of four quickly found themselves at the extra dance studio in the buildings far west they’d assigned at their practice room, and upon stepping inside found Fred and Edgar already waiting for them.

“Oh, hey Ms. Milla. And you too Raz. Sorry, gimme just a sec to finish up some papers.” The tall school counselor called over distractedly, scribbling away on a clipboard from where he was sitting on a nearby bench.

“Apologies for my rather ruffled appearance as well, mi amigos.” Edgar chimed in, wiping his hands down with a long-since-stained painting cloth. Both his hands and the old shirt he wore were splattered with the stuff, having somehow even managed to get some on his face and hair.

“You caught me in the middle of a bit of early morning painting.”

“Just be sure to remember and get some rest dear. We can’t have our best art teacher burning the candle at both ends.” Gloria replied with a smile as she strode over, reaching up to stroke away a smudge of paint on his cheek. The artist gave a soft smile as he leaned into the touch.

“Oh course mi amour.”

“Good. And that goes for your too Fred. Don’t think I haven’t noticed a certain someone sneaking out of bed early the last few mornings.” She called over, and the counselor jumped a bit at being called out, flushing bashfully as he looked at her over the edge of the clipboard.

“Right, you’re right. So, what’s the plan for today Ms. Milla? Seeing as how Mr. Dark and Serious isn’t here, I assume we’re working on our levitation?” Fred asked, setting aside the clipboard as he pushed himself to his feet, the Brazilian woman giving a laugh at his joke.

“Oh come now, Sasha isn’t that bad. But you are correct! Today we’re going to be working more on your levitation!” She replied, settling back as though sitting upon an invisible chair and crossing her legs as she floated up a few feet above the ground.

“Now, last time you all managed to manifest a “Levitation Ball” as we like to call it. This time we’ll be taking the next step and practicing our ability to balance atop them. Razputin darling, if you would demonstrate?” The Mental Minx requested and the young psychic nodded, raising a hand above his head.  A large ball of swirling orange energy formed in his palm and he tossed it down, easily jumping up and balancing atop it.

“Now then, we aren’t all trained acrobats like Razputin here, so it might take a while to find your balance and get the hang of it. Consider it like balancing on a medicine ball. Remember, thinking lighter, rounder, happier thoughts can help in manifesting the ball more easily. Go ahead and give it a try! And please let me know if you need any help at all.”

Early on in these lessons the group had felt a bit silly to be using psychic instruction methods typically meant for children, but they’d gotten over it quickly enough. After all, most psychics got their powers much younger than the lot of them were, so starting at a lower level of instruction was only appropriate. It helped that the simple exercises really worked wonders too.

Though that didn’t mean it was gonna be easy. Forming the ball was one thing. Staying on was another.

A fact the group quickly discovered.

Fred gave a squeak as his light blue orb suddenly slid forward, taking the foot he’d just managed to plant atop it along with it, threatening to pull the man into a split as he hopped forward to follow it. In his defense, Edgar and Boyd didn’t seem to be doing much better. The latter had managed to get atop his off-white bubble, but was now swaying about wildly as he tried to keep balanced, arms windmilling in an attempt to steady himself. The former was having much the same troubles, quickly getting dumped back onto the floor each time he attempted to clamber up.

Gloria was the only one of the bunch who seemed to be making much progress. The woman had moved over to one of the practice room’s ballet bars and was gripping it for stability as she gingerly set one foot on her own ball. With a small grunt she hefted herself up, the orb wiggling worryingly beneath her for a moment before stilling.

“There you go! You’re doing wonderful darling!” Milla cheered her on, clapping encouragingly as the other woman smiled.

“Why thank you Milla dear. After some of the ridiculous shoes I’ve had to wear in my years on the stage, this isn’t so bad.” Gloria replied, putting her arms out to balance as her stance wavered a bit.

“Oof! Well, I’m glad one of us seems to be getting it, mi amor. This is far less easy than Señorita Vodello makes it look.” Edgar replied with a grunt, the wind getting knocked out of him as he fell to the ground once more. Milla let out a thoughtful hum, tapping her lips as she watched the struggling group. Suddenly her eyes flashed with inspiration and she snapped her fingers with a grin.

“Well, I think I may know a way to help.”

The whole group, including Raz, whom had rolled over to try and help Boyd stay upright, turned to look at her in interest.

“I’d like you all to form two, smaller levitation balls instead of one.” She directed, miming the shape of two basketball sized orbs.

“Uh, ok. But how is that gonna help?” Fred asked, already focusing on trying to reform his ball into two even as he tiled his head in confusion.

“Well, as you know, those like me, who’ve had a lot of practice, don’t require a physical representation of their levitation in order to float. Most of those who do tend to only create a singular orb to assist them, so they can don’t have to split their focus. I’ve found that others though, who have a nice grip on the psychic side of things, but are having a harder time managing the physical part, tend to prefer use two. Think of them a bit like ice or roller skates.”

“Oh, I think I see what you mean amiga!” Edgar replied in excitement, focusing till his deep red ball split into two smaller ones. Carefully, he stepped atop on, managing to balance one-footed long enough to successfully stabilize himself using the other. Cautiously, he rolled forward a few feet, face splitting into a smile as he managed to keep his balance.

“Well, well, this actually is easier.”

The others quickly followed his example, and the slight adjustment seemed to do wonders. Soon Gloria was twirling lazy loops around the room like a proper skater, Edgar trailing a bit more slowly, but no less enthusiastically, after her. Fred seemed to be doing a tad bit better than before, but was still gripping tight to a much more steady Boyd’s shoulders as the two slowly drifted in circles, Fred’s long legs doing their damnedest to keep him upright.

“Never been great at skating either, but this is a bit better I guess.” The counselor murmured, glancing up to find his partner giving him an encouraging smile.

“Hey, it just takes a little practice! I’m sure you’ll levitating like a pro in no time!” Raz encouraged, giving a whoop of delight as Gloria grabbed him and twirled him around as he glided past.

“Impressive, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut the class short for today.”

The whole group gave a jump at the sudden voice, Fred giving a yelp as the levitation bubbles below him popped and dropped him on his ass, and they all turned to see Sasha standing in the now open doorway.

“Sasha, darling! What are you doing here? Didn’t you have other business today?” Milla asked in confusion, drifting over to help Fred up, and the German sighed seriously.

“Yes, but I just got a call from the headquarters. It seems...that Agent Pandor has disappeared.”

Milla gave a gasp, pressing both hands to her mouth, and Raz cocked his head in confusion.

“Uhhh, who’s Agent Pandor?”

“Ms. Tanya Pandor. One of the Psychonauts junior agents and a specialist in subterfuge and information gathering. I’m afraid you haven’t had the opportunity to meet yet.”

“But isn’t Tanya on vacation right now?” Milla asked and Sasha nodded.

“Yes, she had gone skiing at a lodge up in Colorado. The HQ asked her to check in regularly for security reasons. According to what I was briefed with, reports dropped off a few days ago. After a few failed attempts to get ahold of her, eventually the HQ resorted to calling the lodge itself to check in on her, thinking maybe she’d fallen sick. When they checked her room however, the whole thing was empty. It’s as though she just vanished.”

“Oh my! That sounds troubling indeed!” Gloria gasped, mirroring Milla as she held a hand to her mouth dramatically, and the German nodded.

“It certainly is. While Ms. Pandor wasn’t one of our top agents, her skills are none the less important to the Psychonauts and her disappearing is far from ideal. Finding out what happened to her has been assigned as our team’s top priority.”

“Well, is there anything we could do to help?” Fred piped up and the two senior agents looked over at him in confusion.

“What do you mean darling?” Milla asked and the counselor fidgeted nervously with the hem of his shirt as he replied.

“Well, I mean we’re technically part of the Psychonauts to now, even if we’re just in training, right? So that means this agent is one of our buddies too. And it’s only right to try and help out our friends whenever we can right?”

“I agree!” Edgar exclaimed, clapping a hand down on his companion’s shoulder as he turned to face the assembled agents.

“If there’s anything we can do to help and find this missing girl, we’re more than happy to do so!”

Boyd and Gloria nodded along in agreement as Sasha’s gaze scanned over them, the German man’s head tilting in thought.

“Well, I suppose more eyes on the ground would certainly help. And since Mrs. Pandor wasn’t on a mission or anything, this could be a fairly safe environment for you all to get some field experience...”

“Well, I think it sounds like a great idea!” Raz chipped in, folding his arms and nodding wisely, earning an eye roll and a sigh from the older agent.

“...Very well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

“Excellent! Don’t you all worry, I’ll get all the arrangements handled! Just be ready to go in a few hours and remember to pack warmly!” Milla replied, clapping her hands together cheerfully, as Raz gave out a quiet cheer.

The three agents departed quickly after that, leaving the group to make arrangements. It took a bit of scrambling to get everything organized with the rest of the schools staff, but soon enough they found themselves packing.

“I sure hope that poor gal is ok. Hopefully we can find her quick.” Boyd mused, leaning hard onto his suitcase in order to try and get it to lock around the mound of sweaters and other winterwear inside.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s just fine Boyd dear. Those Psychonauts are a tough bunch after all. No doubt she’ll appreciate your concern when we do find her though.” Gloria reassured him, folding up a thick woolen dress to tuck into one of her own bags.

“I must admit, I’m a bit excited. I’ve never been to a ski lodge before.” Edgar pipped up, an excited smile on his face as Fred let out an amused laugh.

“Can’t say I have either. Well, cept for this one time back in college. And with all the drinks that weekend, I can barely remember it. I’m sure it’s not gotta be anything tooooo over the top. Those places always talk themselves up.”

*

“Holy hell, they were not talking this place up.”  Fred muttered, his and the rest of the motley crews jaws dropping open in shock as they leaned out the windows of the truck to stare at the vista unfolding before them.

The place was really less of a lodge and more of a small village, what with the amount of connected buildings that made it up. The whole residence was constructed of pale wood, stone and brass, all woven together into a beautiful work of architectural engineering at the base of the snowy mountain. As they pulled into the parking lot at the place’s edge, they passed beneath a large ornate arch reading “Goldsmuth Lodge and Resort”.

“Yeah, Tanya does not mess around when it comes to her vacations. No really surprised, that girl barely gets any time off.” Oleander agreed, nodding in appreciating at the sight as the car slowed. When Milla and Sasha had announced their new plan to the other higher-up, the man had been assigned to the case as an additional supervisor, as well as another pair of eyes. Raz had tried to convince Lili to come along as well, but apparently there was few things the girl hated more than cold weather, not too much of a surprise coming from a florapath, so his requests had fallen on deaf ears.

Once their oversized vehicle had stopped, their collective group spilled out to stretch, several backs popping after the lengthy ride. They couldn’t very well retain their cover if they came flying in on a Psychonauts jet after all, so they’d been forced to stash it at one of the organizations safe houses and drive the rest of the way instead.

“Well then, let’s unpack and get checked in. The sooner we can find Ms. Pandor, the better.” Sasha announced, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the large plaza for the proper entrance.

There was suddenly a yelp and the sound of tumbling luggage from the rear of the vehicle. Glancing around the back of the truck, they found a mound of bags and suitcases that had no doubt tumbled free when the hatch had opened. A moment later a bag fell away as a familiar blue head popped up out of the pile and swiveled to look at them, the figure immediately giving them a sheepish smile, a hand also emerging from the pile to give them an awkward wave.

“I still can’t believe you convinced HQ to let us bring Loboto along.” Raz mused in amusement, Oleander shaking his head as he walked over to help extract the rehabilitated (in progress) criminal from his luggage prison.

“Well, Cagliosto is certainly in desperate need of some outside socialization. A relaxing place like this could be perfectly helpful with his recovery, darling!” Milla replied with a chuckle as she watched Morry lever the skinnier man up and almost fall over himself in the process. The former mad scientist quickly grabbed the agent by the front of his coat in a panic to keep him upright, the two flushing as the motion inadvertently tugged them chest to chest. Sasha gave as an amused eyeroll as the German could feasibly manage, while Milla and Raz gave a quiet giggle at his side. The two former villains had been dancing around each other for months now, much to the amusement, and occasionally frustration, of everyone watching.

“Well, like Sasha said, the sooner we get inside, the sooner we can really start enjoying ourselves. Here, let me help you there dear.” Gloria smiled, the rest of the group trailing after her as she stepped up to help retrieve the fallen luggage, Loboto giving her a thankful, if sheepish smile in return. While the four had long since forgiven Caligosto for all the asylum business (after all, he had been cursed at the time with, as he himself put it, the “insanity of a manatee”), things were still pretty awkward between them. Gloria though, every friendly, had doing her best to help bridge the gap in the meantime.

It took a bit to gather up all the luggage, and even longer to find the right entrance, but eventually they managed. The walk there had been interesting at least. Everywhere they looked, there was some new, interesting winter activity the place seemed to offer, from ice skating to toboggan rental. Their own rather modge-podge group was also getting a number of curious onlookers, which was far from ideal, but there wasn’t much they could do about it really.

The lodge’s lobby was wonderfully warm compared to the wintery chill outside, and they could already feel the scattered flakes of snow melting on their coats as they strode up to the main desk.

“Hello there! Can I help you ladies and gentlemen?” The brunette behind the desk asked with a smile, Sasha plucking his glasses off to wipe away the fog they’d accrued from the heat inside as he spoke.

“Reservations for Nein, Vodello and Gouten.”

“Alright then, just a moment!”

The young woman’s finger flew along the keyboard in a blur for several moment’s before she paused, biting her lip in concern.

“Oh, well there seems to be a small problem. You ladies and gentlemen called for a reservation rather last minute and it seems your rooms aren’t quite ready yet. My deepest apologies. You are all more than welcome to wait in the lodges lounge till they’re ready, free of charge.” She replied, giving an apologetic bow of her head as she gestured towards a pair of open doors nearby.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all darling!” Milla replied, waving a hand nonchalantly.

“Apologies for the rather sudden reservations. Our little trip was a bit of a recent development.”

“Thank you for your understanding Ms. I’ll come and inform you once your rooms are ready.”

The lounge was somehow even more impressive than the grand lobby they’d just stepped out of. He place was lit in a dim but cozy manner, a long bar stretching along one wall. The rest of the space was filled with a number of comfortable tables, armchairs and couches that encircled a handful of square open-sided pillar fireplaces that dotted the room here and there. With an excited “ooo!”, Raz rushed off to look around with Loboto trailing after him, the bunch chuckling at his antics as Sasha glanced around.

“How about you all stay here for a bit? We need to ask around the staff and see if we can find anything regarding Ms. Pandor’s disappearance.” He proposed after a moment.

“Are you sure? Is there any way we can help?” Boyd asked, fidgeting nervously.

“No, it would be best if you aren’t seen with us too much while we’re actively investigating. To help avoid casting suspicion on you lot as well and all.”

“Keep your eyes and ears open while we’re gone soldiers! Always vigilant!” Oleander commanded, giving them a little salute as the trio went off. Shaking her head in amusement at their antics, Gloria gestured toward the bar.

“Care for some drinks while we wait boys?”

Despite the lodge’s rather bustling crowd, there were only a few people at the bar and they were easily able to find seats.

“Hello there folks, what can I get you?” The bartender, a man looking somewhere in his 30’s, asked.

“Hot Chocolate!”

Gloria’s yelp of surprise at the sudden shout quickly devolved into giggles as Raz and the former villain popped up beside her, clambering up onto the next stools.

“And a cider for me sir.”

As the bartender went to work assembling the groups drink orders, he glanced over at them with a smile.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you folks around before. Welcome. What’s the occasion for the visit?”

The group glanced at each other, all trying their best to hide their slight panic. They hadn’t exactly been properly prepped for people asking them about their motives yet after all.

“Oh, uh, we, uh, came to visit with a friend we heard was staying here.” Boyd stuttered nervously. Picking up on what he was trying, Gloria slipped straight into her old actress skills and gave a sigh.

“Yes, a Ms. Tanya Pandor. She’s one of our old students. Unfortunately, it seems that we may have just missed her.”

The bartender paused, tapping his chin in thought.

“Ms. Pandor you say? Actually, I do remember her. Very exuberant. And you heard right, she seems to have left already. Was the talk of the staff rumor mill for a day or two actually. Some of her coworkers called asking to speak with her on some matter, but when the staff went up to let her know about the call, she was nowhere to bee seen. Must have left damn late at night for nobody to notice her. Which is odd really...”

“Odd, how?” Loboto asked, the group jumping a moment at his voice, seemingly having forgotten he was there, before leaning towards the bartender in interest, the man glancing around before lowering his voice.

“Well, we’re really not supposed to divulge things about the other guests, so you didn’t hear this from me, but I may have been one of the last people to see her. You see, I was assigned as a ski slope guard that day, you know, to watch and make sure nobody got injured and needed medical attention. I was stationed on one of our more challenging hills, the Black Diamond one, when I saw Ms. Pandor go whipping by. I know it has her because she had a very distinctive ski jacket she always seemed to be wearing. This whole black, purple and gold affair. Plus she has been very kind and gracious to the staff. We tend to remember those sorts of things. Anyways, she gave me a wave as she went past and seemed to be having the time of her life. It seems so strange that she would leave so abruptly without saying anything. I do hope something didn’t upset her.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about it, dear.” Gloria replied with a smile, waving a hand nonchalantly.

“Tanya has always been the spirited type, zipping from place to place. Just a little lightning bolt.”

“Yes, she certainly did seem like that type. I’m sure you’re right. Ah, that’s right, your drinks!”

The group was quickly presented with their fine beverages, including a healthy topping of whipped cream and sprinkles for Raz and Loboto’s chocolatey treats. Edgar and Gloria’s cider was just as delicious, rich and warm. (Fred and Boyd’s spiked eggnog was perhaps not the most professional thing to be drinking during a spy investigation, but nobody was about to call them out on it.) For a time they sat at the bar, chatting away to the bartender about the various activities around the lodge, before Raz suddenly caught the shape of their other companions watching them from a nearby doorway. Nudging Gloria, he nodded over towards them, and the woman took the hint, turning to the bartender with a smile.

“Well, I’m afraid we must be going now dear. We can’t spend all vacation here in the lounge after all. Thank you for the lovely time.”

“My pleasure Ms. I hope to see you all again soon.” He replied with a nod and smile as they stepped away from the bar, his eyes widening in surprise and delight when he noticed the generous tip the group had left tucked under one of the empty mugs.

Following their missing members lead, the group ducked over into a more private corner of the lounge to meet them.

“Did you guys find anything?” Raz asked quietly, Sasha giving a frustrated sigh in return.

“No, unfortunately not. None of the night staff noticed her leaving that day. Which leaves us back at square one.”

“Well, luckily for you, we just might have a clue.” Fred replied with a smile, the trio looking over at him in surprise.

“Wait, really?!” Oleander exclaimed and the counselor gave him an unamused look.

“Geez buddy, give us some credit. We’re not completely useless. But yeah, apparently somebody saw Tanya out on one of the ski slopes earlier that day. Whatcha wanna bet there might be some sort of clue somewhere out there?” He replied, Oleander reaching up to stroke his mustache in thought as he considered the other man’s words.

“I’d say you’d probably be right on the money. Maybe Pandor saw something out there that made her haul ass out of here, though I’ve never known her for the scaredy cat type. And that would still leave the question of where she went.  But it’s a lead.”

“How’s about this?” Sasha pipped up, waving a hand to get all their attention.

“The three of us have worked out with the management to take a look in Ms. Pandor’s room, see if she maybe left some sort of clue behind. While we’re doing that, you six could head out onto the slopes and take a look around. A group of casual vacation goers, including a child, would likely draw a lot less attention than the three of us for the time being.”

“Well, I think it sounds like a marvelous plan!” Loboto replied exuberantly, pausing and rubbing his neck sheepishly when they all turned to look at him.

“If that’s alright with you all of course.”

He was met with a chorus of headshakes and “no, that’d be fine”s, so he grinned once more and nodded in satisfaction.

“Sounds like a plan then!”

“Just please all be careful.” Milla replied, eyes full of concern, and Raz gave her a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be ok! Besides, whenever are we not careful?”

The 50-yard stare of no doubt Whispering Rock related war flashbacks that she gave him in return spoke volumes.

*

“Thank god for government provided tailoring. Trying to find snow wear for proportions like mine is hellish.” Fred sighed quietly in satisfaction, adjusting his perfectly fitting ski jacket to a chorus of chuckles. The 6 of them were currently waiting in line at the equipment rental shop. Once they’d gotten their luggage up to the rooms and finally unpacked, they’d found the new sets of winter gear amongst their belongings, perfectly tailored and clearly a gift from the Psychonauts organization. How said organization knew their measurements was a mystery they neither had, nor wanted, the answer to.

“I must admit, they are rather fetching, aren’t they?” Gloria replied with a smile, giving a little twirl to let the hem of her longer coat poof out for a moment like the skirt of a dress.

Eventually the line cleared out enough for them to enter the small store displaying the various types of equipment available for rental and purchase. Splitting up to look, they all quickly selected their preferred styles. It didn’t take long for most of them to reconvene near the counter, each carrying a fairly simple pair of skis. There was no need for the super high-grade stuff, none of them were professionals after all. When Raz came running back with a snowboard, none of them were really that surprised. Skis had seemed a bit boring for the boy’s exuberant personality to begin with. What did draw their shock however was when Fred came trotting up behind the young psychic, a long light blue board slung over his shoulder.

“Uh, mi amor, are you sure that’s what you meant to get?” Edgar asked, eyeing the board in equal parts confusion and concern, and Fred laughed in return.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about it. Never said I had been using skis when I went someplace like this back in college. Always been useless with them. Snowboards were a different story though. Used to skateboard a lot back in high school too. Now let’s go see if I’ve still got any of that old muscle memory still rattling around.”

As a group that was inexperienced, and in some of their cases completely unfamiliar, with the equipment, getting into their rented pieces ended up a tad more challenging than intended. Boyd nearly poked himself in the eye with one of his poles and Raz promptly fell backwards into a snowdrift after figuring out how hook his boots into the board, but eventually they managed to get their nonsense together enough to try and get in line for the ski-lift that would take them up to the Black Slope.

Try being the key word.

Just as they were in the process of settling themselves at the back of the line, a slightly nervous voice called out behind them.

“Hmm, now I don’t claim to be an expert on skiing, but something tells me this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”

Turning to look back, they found Loboto had not only somehow managed to put both of his skis on backwards, but was now also slowly sliding away from them down the slight decline, ski poles digging into the snow in an attempt to stop himself. Boyd, being the closest to him, darted out to try and grab the man, but missed his hand by a hair, and he began to pick up speed.

“Whoa! Look out there!”

Someone suddenly darted behind the former mad scientist, catching him by the shoulders and stopping his uncontrolled journey. As the person carefully pushed the man back up towards the group, they got a better look at them. It was a young man in his early 20’s, with pale skin and messy sandy blonde hair.

“There ya go!” He announced, settling the dentist back in front of the rest of the group and crouching. down to look at his skis.

“Ah, here’s your problem! Here, this should help.”

With deft fingers, he unhooked Loboto from the skis, flipped them around and had him step back in, hooking him securely into place.

“Uh, thank you. I’m a bit of a beginner.” The blue skinned villain thanked him, cheeks flushing the tiniest bit of dark blue in embarrassment, the younger man glancing over at the sign announcing the coming hill at his words.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly recommend this hill to someone still getting their snow legs, but I can’t fault you for wanting to jump into the challenge head first!” He replied with a merry laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be very careful. Thank you for your help, Mr...?” Gloria replied, the young man jumping to attention when he realized her pause was requesting and answer and reaching out a hand to shake.

“Oh, just call me Josh! A pleasure to meet you folks!”

He quickly exchanged handshakes with them all, Raz included, as the line to the chair lift drew shorter.

“You certainly seem to know your stuff.” Edgar complemented him, glancing over as Loboto turned his ankle this way and that to look at the ski mechanism in fascination.

“I would certainly hope so, considering all the years I’ve worked here! I know all the ins and outs like the back of my hand!”

“Well isn’t that wonderful. This seems like a splendid place to work.” Gloria replied with a smile.

“Oh it is, I couldn’t be luckier. Oh, looks like it’s you guys turn!”

Turning to look, they found the couple behind them settling into their chair on the lift, the next one incoming. As they stepped up to wait on it, Josh stepped away, giving them a wave as he turned to leave.

“Hopefully I see you guys around! If you’ve got any questions, just let me know. If want to know anything about the lodge or hills, I’m your guy!”

“We definitely will!” Fred called after him, the group raising their arms to wave back, before prepping to climb aboard the lift.

The benches ended up only being able to fit 3 people, so they ended up separated into two groups, Fred, Boyd and Edgar in the first chair, with Raz, Gloria and Caligosto grabbing the second. For the former, the ride up was honestly pretty pleasant and peaceful, the view from up so high showing them a beautiful vista.

“Wow, we really are up high huh?” Boyd, wondered out loud, glancing down over the side of the chair at the forest spread out below them.

“Si, we certainly are. Hmm, I wonder, is this the sort of view you normally have mi amor?” Edgar asked, looking at the lanky man between them with a cheeky smirk. Fred gave the painter an unamused look as on his other side Boyd let out a snorted laugh, breaking into giggles.

“Seriously? Your pulling out the tall guy jokes?”

With a grin and chuckle, the Hispanic man leaned up to give the taller man a peck on the cheek as their other partner leaned against his shoulder in a giggling fit.

“Apologies mi amor, I couldn’t resist.”

In the other chair however, things were going...less pleasantly.

Raz gazed down at the trees below as they rode along, humming some song the piano player in the lobby had been playing. Feeling something bump his leg, he glanced over, seeing Loboto’s legs jittering back and forth enough to jostle against him. Now that he thought about it, the whole man was shaking. Glancing up at the dentist’s face, he found the older man’s gaze fixed straight down at the ground. His hands were fisted in and tugging nervously at the strings of his ski hat (they’d all agreed the shower cap might be a bit too conspicuous), causing the large pop pom on top to bounce rhythmically. And judging by his harsh breathing, the guy was probably about 2 steps away from hyperventilating.

“Um, Loboto?” The young boy asked, seeming to snap the dentist out of his daze, at least partially, both he and Gloria looking over at him.

“Are you ok?”

“Now that I notice, you do seem a bit...tense, dear. Are you feeling alright?” Gloria added gently

“Oh, just fine! Happy as a clam! No reason at all to feel nervous!” He replied exuberantly, the smile on his face horribly forced, eyes darting to the drop below them every few seconds.

Raz stared at him, mind puzzling over the info. The slightly loony man was usually fairly fearless, sometimes to the point of his own peril. So what could have gotten him so stirred up?

Glancing down at the ground far below them, something suddenly clicked in the boy’s head. A memory rose to the front of his mind, one of a night at an asylum what seemed so long ago, and a certain dentist’s supposed demise at the hands of a turtle powered tank. Raz felt the pit of his stomach drop, guilt sweeping over him at the realization.

“Uh, hey, is there any way this about the time you...you know?” Raz asked gently, hand gestures miming the image of a person falling off something, and flinched when the man’s head snapped around to look at him, smile wide.

“What?! No, no, of course not!...Maybe...probably...” He replied, his vibrato visibly deflating as he tried his best not to look down.

“Oh, Loboto dear, it’s alright. There’s nothing to worry about.” Gloria fretted, catching onto the issue and reaching out to pat the blue man’s back.

“Yeah, these ski lifts are like, totally safe!” Raz exclaimed, in an attempt to help.

As though mocking them, the lift jerked for a moment, sending them swinging a bit. Loboto sucked in a sharp breath at the motion, hand instinctively tightening where it had been wrapped lightly around Raz’s forearm in a grip that would definitely be leaving bruises the next day. Gloria grimaced when she saw Raz wince, raising a hand to tap her chin in thought.

“Oh dear, well this isn’t good.”

After a moment an idea hit her, and she leaned over to catch the mad dentist’s gaze smiling gently.

“Loboto dear, have I ever told you about the first time I ever took to the stage?”

The man paused in his panicking, seeming to calm slightly as he gave her a confused look, Raz looking at her in equal confusion but seeming to roll with it.

“Um, not that I’m aware of?”

“Well, let me tell you. I’ve preformed on hundreds of stages of the years, all over the world. The theater was my lifeblood. But the first time I performed in front of people, oh, I was terrified.”

“R-Really?” The man replied, eyes widening.

“Oh, absolutely. It was the worst case of stage fright I ever felt. I was absolutely petrified. My palms were sweaty, my head was spinning. I completely froze up on stage. And that wasn’t the only time. No no, I’ve had stage fright hundreds of times in my career. I almost refused to go on stage for my own awards ceremony, I was so nervous. But let me tell you something very important I’ve learned.”

She leaned in close, taking the man’s hands gently in her own, both he and Raz leaning in in fascination.

“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid. Everyone fears something. I’m scared of messing up on stage, overwhelmingly so. Young Raz here has his own fears, as do you. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Being brave doesn’t mean the absence of fear. Anyone who says so is an idiot. No, to be brave is to look fear in the face and still continue on in spite of it.”

Leaning back, she looked out at the forest surrounding them.

“This really is a lovely view, isn’t it?”

“Yes...Yes I suppose it is.” The dentist replied quietly, gazing out at the landscape around them seemingly with new eyes. He still seemed nervous certainly, gaze fixed firmly on the horizon in an attempt not to look down, but his shaking had stopped and his breathing had steadied. From behind his back, Raz gave the actress two big thumbs up and a grin.

As they neared the peak of the hill, they could the others laughing about something in the chair ahead of them, quickly hurrying off of it to make room as they reached the landing. As soon as it was their turn, Loboto practically threw himself off the ski lift, clearly trying to reach Terra Firma as quickly as possible. Gloria and Raz followed at a more normal rate behind him, pausing for a moment when the boy looked up at her.

“Not gonna lie, that was kinda awesome.”

“Why thank you my dear.” She replied sweetly, before giving him a little grin and leaning in closer as she lowered her voice.

“I’ve had a lot of practice at that speech. You’d be amazed how many new actors and actresses get opening night jitters. Still works like a charm.”

Leaving the boy to sputter in surprise for a moment, she skied on to where the others were waiting at the hills peak.

“So, what’s the plan?” Fred asked, adjusting his feet in the snowboard as Raz caught back up with them.

“Keep together and keep our eyes out for anything suspicious I guess?” The boy replied with a shrug, earning a nod from the rest of the group.

“Sounds like a plan bud.”

After some quick adjustment of clothing, equipment and whatever else, they set off.

It became quickly apparent that none of them were even close to professional skiers, though some were faring better than others. Fred’s muscle memory did seem to be kicking in, handling his snowboard with surprisingly few complications, while Gloria’s seemingly natural graceful-ness was doing her skis well. Raz took a spill every now and them, but likewise, his acrobat training seemed to be translating pretty well to snow-sports.

The others weren’t faring quite as well. Edgar seemed to be developing a habit of falling over onto his back pretty often, his large upper body pulling him over whenever he began to lose his balance, while Boyd seemed to be having the opposite problem, having taken more than a few headers face first into the snow already. Loboto was surprisingly staying up pretty well, perhaps his long legs were to blame for his better balance, but every few second he would begin to weave wildly back and forth on the slope before correcting himself, only for the cycle to repeat again shortly thereafter. The whole lot of them were certainly getting a lot of curious looks from the more advanced skiers that would occasionally pass them, the occasional trail guard they passed seeming even more concerned.

With all the chaos, it’s a wonder any of them ever saw anything.

“Whoa, wait everybody!” Raz suddenly cried about halfway down the trail, skidding to a sudden stop. He was nearly bowled over by the others in their attempts to stop, Edgar managing to fall onto his back once more and slid a few feet past him with an exasperated sigh.

“Dios mio, this is becoming tiring. What’s the matter mi amigo?”

“Look at those trees over there.” He replied, pointing to part of the forest that lined either side of the path. Glancing to where he pointed, they spotted what he seemed to be gesturing to. A swath of low branches in a certain area were snapped and bent, as though something had run into them or pulled them out of the way.

“Yeah, that definitely looks like it could be something.” Boyd replied with the critical eye of a security guard, the whole group moving off the path and towards the woodland to examine them. Upon closer inspection, there was most definitely something amiss. While the branches closer to the path broke inwards towards the forest, others further in seemed to break outwards.

“Hey, what’s that?” Raz asked, squinting further into the woodland. Unhooking himself from the snowboard, he darted further into the trees, moving to the edge of the breakage, and crouching down, seemingly digging around near one large trees roots. After a moment he seemed to free whatever he was holding and started back in the others direction.

“Look at this guys.”

He held it up for them to see, the group leaning in for a closer look. It seemed to be a long scrap of torn fabric, patterned in thick, alternating purple and black stripes, with a flash of gold along one edge.

“What do you guys think it is?” Boyd asked in bewilderment, squinting at the piece. Beside him, Edgar gave a sudden small gasp.

“Wait, didn’t that bartender say that Señorita Pandor wore a jacket in these colors?”

The group gapped at him for a moment before turning back to the scrap with renewed interest.

“Holy hell guys, I think we just found an actual clue.” Fred sputtered in amazement, Raz’s eyes lighting up.

“Hey maybe there’s more stuff to find back there! Come on, let’s go look!” the boy crowed, moving to run back into the trees.

He didn’t get very far though, as the wind suddenly kicked up, nearly knocking him over as it ripped through the trees with a swirl of snow.

“Geeze, I though trees were good for avoiding wind. Come on!”

He tried to take a few more steps forwards, only to get knocked back by another gust, being forced to take a few steps back to the group this time. Quickly the wind began to build, howling around the lot of them and kicking up the snow into near white out conditions.

“Damn, they’ve got some crazy weather in these parts!” Boyd called over the noise, Fred replying as he threw up his arms as much as he could to block his face.

“Not the sort I’ve ever seen before!”

“Wait.”

They all quieted, turning to look over Loboto, who was currently looking around in confusion.

“Now, I may have been called crazy one or twice in the past, but does anyone else hear something odd?”

The group stilled, listening hard over the wind. All at the same time, they seemed to catch it, Fred glancing around the group in sudden nervousness.

“Does that sound like growling to anyone else?”

Indeed, the sound mixed in amongst the howling of the wind was much deeper and guttural, rumbling through the air.

Crack

They all froze at the loud sound of splintering wood, all slowly turning in unison to look deeper into the woods. A shape appeared through the blur of snow, the growling growing louder and the shape becoming clearer as it drew towards them. Eventually it stopped at the edge of the broken branches and their hearts all collectively stopped as they made out what it was.

A massive beast, easily 8 or 9 feet tall, bipedal, and clothed in long white hair, only it’s slightly darker face and palms peeking out through the thick fur. For a long, drawn-out moment, there was nothing but the howling of the wind. The only thing to interrupt it was a tiny, likely instinctual whisper from Raz.

“Holy shit.”

The beast didn’t seem to like that very much and its growl deepened. With one massive hand, it reached up and tore a branch from the tree beside it with the sound of screeching wood, before reaching back and hurling it at the group. With a collective cry of surprise and panic they all managed to throw themselves out of the way of it, the large chunk of wood landing amongst the other broken branches nearby. Its failure seemed to enrage the beast even more and it reached down, clawing and tearing a truly gargantuan chunk of snow up out of the ground. It lifted it up and above its head, clearly reeling back to launch it at them, and Raz let out another, this time very foreign sounding, curse.

“Oh, that looks like a real bad time! Boyd! I’m gonna need some help!”

With that, the boy darted out in front of the rest of the group, the security guard seeming to pick up on his plan and following along behind him. Just as the beast hurled the massive snowball, Raz threw his hands up to conjure a psychic shield, Boyd’s own hands joining just beside his to release a spray of flame outside the barrier just as it contacted.

The snow clump exploded around them. Most of it dissolved into steam under the sudden onslaught of the fire, what remained splattering against the curved wall of psychic force in a spray of water and slush, flying off on either side of the group.

“Where is it?! Can anybody see what it’s doing?!” Raz called out, trying to squint through the cloud of steam now surrounding them.

“I don’t know, I can’t see!” Boyd replied, waving his hands to put out the small flames sparking on his gloves.

As the steam was cleared by the slowly calming wind, Raz blinked in surprise at the scene before him, shield disappearing as he lowered his hands.

The beast had vanished, seemingly into thin air.

For a moment they all simply sat there, most of the group having fallen to the ground in the scramble to get out of harm’s way, the air thick with unspoken disbelief. Till finally, Fred said what they’d all been thinking.

“Was that a goddamn yeti???”

“In my professional dentist opinion...yes.” Loboto replied, staring equally slack jawed at the spot.

“What?? Where did it go?? A beast that big does not simply disappear into thin air??” Edgar sputtered, clambering back to his feet as though a higher viewpoint would somehow reveal the 9 foot tall creatures hiding place.

“I...I don’t...-“

“Oi! What are you lot doing back there!?”

The whole group let out a collection of shrieks and yelps at the sudden shout, whipping around to look behind them.

An older man armed with a hefty walking stick stood at the edge of the ski trail, staring into the woods at them with a grumpy scowl on his face.

“Wha- who are you?!” Raz asked, at a loss for words, and the old man’s expression seemed to sour even further.

“Ambrose. I’m the grounds keeper here. And I should be asking you the same thing!”

“Did...Did you see...?” Boyd asked, dazed by his seeming unconcern for the fucking yeti that had been in front of them 20 seconds before. The old man leaned to glance at the place he was gesturing to, brow creasing.

“See? I don’t see anything. All I see is a bunch of troublemakers putzing about in the woods. Get out of there! You’re supposed to stay on the trail!”

Like a bunch of scolded children, they all quickly gathered themselves and scurried back out onto the path in front of the man, who pointed an angry finger at them.

“Now don’t let me go catchin you messing about in there again, understood?”

They all obediently nodded and, seemingly satisfied, he turned away with a nod, grumbling the likes of “people these days” as he slowly hiked further up the path.

“...Ok, so we’re all in agreement that we gotta tell the rest of the gang about that right?” Fred asked, seemingly still dumbfounded, and was answered by a chorus of nods.

The rest of the trip down the hill was largely uneventful. Somehow, an encounter with a mythical creature has seemingly improved their snow-sports skills, and they managed not to have any more major spills on the rest of the way down the mountain. The sun was setting by the time they reached the bottom and, after getting their equipment situated, the six ventured back through the main lodge in search of their three companions.

They did eventually find them back in the lounge, tucked away in a corner table with their drinks.

“Ah, hello everyone!” Milla greeted them with a smile and wave as they made their way over.

“Did you have a good day out on the slopes?”

“Uh, yeah, it was, uh, pretty, pretty good.” Fred replied, sharing a look with others.

“How’s about you guys?”

Sasha gestured for them to sit, voice lowered as he spoke.

“Well, we looked over Ms. Pandor’s room and it was just as empty as we’d been told. Not a trace of her. The only things we found was the Psychonauts bug she put in the rooms phone when she got here. Which means that she likely didn’t leave willingly, if she didn’t have the chance to remove it. That or she simply forgot it when she left.”

“Yeah, and that sort of absentminded-ness doesn’t sound like her. Girl might leave her workspace a mess, but I’ve been on missions with her before, and she’s a neat freak when it comes to hotels and stuff. All the tidying she does, she probably leaves them cleaner than it was when she got there. Gotta ask her if she’s got some sort of service industry trauma from college or something...” Oleander added, trailing off into rambling at the end.

“So did you six find anything out on the slopes?”

The group glanced at each other and eventually it was Gloria who haltingly began, realizing just how insane what she was about to say was going to sound.

“Well, there may have been a bit of an incident out on the trails...”

“We got attacked by a yeti!” Raz suddenly blurted, bringing the conversation to a screeching halt. Sasha turned to look at him with a truly flummoxed expression, seemingly completely thrown for a loop at the boys’ words.

“...R...Run that by me again??”

“Well, it’s a bit of a long story.” Boyd replied with a sigh.

It took quite a while to explain the events that had befallen them all, added to by the fact that dinner arrived in the middle of it, but eventually they got the whole incident out in the open, the three senior agents staring at them in bewilderment by the end.

“Are you sure it wasn’t some sort of polar bear or something? Those things can get big as hell when they’re on their hind legs.” Oleander offered and Gloria shook her head.

“Now I know how this all sounds, Agent Oleander, but we know what we saw, and that was most definitely not a bear.”

“Plus, we found this!” Raz added, reaching into his jacket and pulling out the fabric scrap, handing it over to the trio.

“The bartender we talked to said he saw her wearing a coat like that!”

“Well, I’ll admit, this definitely looks like Tanny’s sorta style.” Oleander admitted with a shrug, handing it over to Sasha to look at.

“Regardless of what this beast you saw might be, there is most definitely more going on here than a simple wayward agent.” The german acquiesced.

“Well, how’s about we all get a good night sleep and continue the investigation tomorrow. You all must be exhausted.” Milla offered kindly and Edgar gave a groan as he stretched, back popping loudly.

“After the beating we took out there, you don’t know the half of it Ms. Milla.”

Luckily for them, their rooms at the lodge were, just like the rest of the property, amazing. They’d been separated across 4 adjacent, and connected, rooms, with the senior agents sharing one and the former asylum members another, leaving Loboto and Raz to bunk solitarily. Their mother organization had, knowing and being blessedly supportive all sorts of relationships, even been kind enough to book the four a California King, while Sasha, Milla and Oleander were more than happy to settle for a King.

“Ugh, we literally just started doing spy stuff and I already feel like an old man waiting for retirement.” Fred groaned, stretching and feeling some muscle in his back twinge.

“Hehe, implying you aren’t already an old man.” Edgar teased him with a chuckle from where he was kneeling in massage position over the lanky man’s hips, his own aching back already having been kindly tended to by Gloria before her bath.

“Hey, keep up that talk and I’ll have to revoke smooching privileges.” The counselor shot back, pointing a finger over his shoulder threateningly at the larger man, even as he melted blissfully beneath he ministrations of the artist’s talented hands. Edgar finally managed to work out the last knot at the base of the man’s spine and Fred gave a little groan of relief, going boneless on the mattress beneath him.

“You boys better not be having too much fun in there without me!” Gloria called from the bathroom and Edgar laughed, smoothing his hands lovingly up and down the thinner man’s back a few times before climbing off him.

“Alright, all done. Time to move mi amor.”

Fred gave a little grumble that sounded a lot like “Sleepy. Don’t wanna.” and the painter rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing him and, like an owner with a lazy puppy, simply dragged him out of the way, patting the spot that opened up.

“Your turn.” He called over to Boyd, who’d been looking out onto the rooms snow covered balcony that overlooked the lodge’s main square, and the guard abandoned his post with a grin.

“Oh thank goodness.” He replied, shucking his shirt off and flopping onto the bed with a sigh, sending the nearby Fred bouncing slightly. He gave another grateful sigh as he folded his arms beneath his head and Edgar set to work.

“Damn, today was a crazy day. The more I think about it the less it makes sense.” He mused, earning a snorted laugh from a slightly more awake Fred as the man reached out to run a sleepy hand through the guard’s hair.

“That’s an understatement.”

“Well, I must admit, I find it all a little bit exciting.”

The three men glanced back to find Gloria emerging from the large bathroom, dressed in a fluffy towel and currently braiding her long damp hair.

“Yes, there’s a been a bit of danger I suppose, but what adventure doesn’t have some danger?”

“Sure as hell beats grading papers at least.” Fred agreed, earning a collective laugh.

“Would you like one when I’m done, mi bella?” Edgar asked, gesturing to the massage in progress, and Gloria shook her head, stooping down to give him a kiss on the cheek regardless.

“No, but it’s sweet of you to ask.”

Soon enough they all found themselves properly prepared for bed, lights flipped off, and beneath the plush covers of the bed, tangling together in the warm heap they’d so quickly become accustomed to.

“Goodnight you guys. Love you.” Fred murmured sleepily, answered by a small chorus of similar sentiments.

Before long, the four found themselves drifting off, eager to see what new, and potentially yeti-related, adventures awaited them in the morning.

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[unknown-cryptid666]

Michael Myers x Male Reader

May contain gore, sexual content, and kidnapping. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 14

"So, long story short, I know some body who can fake records from the day you were born as well as IDs." I looked at her. "Before I met you at our old job, I did stuff I wasn't fond of and he helped me out by making me several records of myself as a different woman every time. He told me that if anything were to ever happen again, to call him." "So we can get him new records so he can work?" She nodded and we looked at him. Michael was confused. "You're getting a new life Michael." I smiled. Kate called her friend and he came over. "(y/n), this is Noah." Kate introduced us. "Hi, cutie." "Hi, but I do-" I got cut off by Michael pulling me to him and grunting angrily. "Oh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend. I wouldn't have said that if I did." He looked at us then Kate. "You'll be creating a new record for him. That's Michael Myers." Noah's eyes widened. "You mean the Mi-" "Yes, but I really need you to do this for me. I want him to be able to help with bills and such. I don't want him killing people for money." "I can't change faces. If his face was seen by anyone he left alive or at Smiths Grove, people might know what he looks like now." They looked at Michael and he shrugged.

"Has anyone seen your face now Michael? Besides us." Michael thought for a minute. "I...Don't think..So." "Totally helps. He's not going to kill me is he?" Noah looked at us. "I don't know. He might." I said sarcastically and smiled. "Don't listen to him. I'm still alive, even after accidently finding out who he is. Now then, lets get to work." Noah nodded and we sat at the table. "So, I'm able to erase records and recrate them. I can give you a new identity as if you were born with it. I can give you fake parents, family, even a wife and kids. I can have them die for any reason to make your 'life' seem more realistic since disasters happen everyday. Regardless of what I put down, you have to go along with that story, especially when asked since hospitals and work places will have access to your records." Michael nodded. "How can you make his birth record go away? Even though we wont be using his real name, wont it be suspicious? Especially to Haddonfield?" I asked and Noah thought about it. "Hmm, true. It would be better to rewrite records for him from scratch. Alright, I'll get started."

While Noah did that, we decided to play cards in the living room. It took about four hours, but Noah came in with a few papers. "You can read right?" Michael nodded and Noah handed him the papers. "This is your new life. Your name, birthday, parents names, where you were born, when and how they died, as well as your wife, when and how she died." "No kids?" Kate asked him. "He doesn't seem like the children type. If he wants, he can say they planned for kids but that happened." "When you want kids, but she says fuck life and drivers her car off a bridge." "(y/n)! You're wrong for that!" Kate yelled and we laughed at it. "You have a birth record in Ohio. You're a far way from home. Anyways, before you attempt a job, learn your life." "What do I owe you?" Kate asked Noah. "Me not dying is enough. Oh, yeah. You two ever get married, you won't be able to use his real last name (y/n)." "Obviously Noah." Soon, Noah left and Michael was still looking at the papers.

"Your life must be interesting." He shook his head no. "Why not?" "You're not..In it." "Michael, I'm not supposed to be in that fake life of yours." "Still don't like it.." He mumbled. "Either was psycho boy, you're dealing with it. I don't need you killing people for money." He glared at Kate, not liking the nickname she gave him. (y/n) took the papers Michael was holding, to see his fake life for himself. "Olivia Vern, wife to William Vern, died in a car accident two days before her birthday. Cheska, mother of William Vern, wife to Mason Vern, died of a heart attack from work induced stress a week before their anniversary. Mason Vern, died later that week from depression. Huh, remind me if I ever need my life rewritten to ask Noah." "You'll never need that, you're such a pure soul." (y/n) looked at Kate while Michael laughed a bit. "Oh shut it psycho boy." (y/n) laughed and Michael glared at her. "It's getting late. I need to start looking for a job tomorrow. Night you two." "Night." Michael and (y/n) said at the same time.

Michael picked me up and started walking towards my room. "Put me down." "No." I sighed. "Don't throw me onto the bed you idiot." He smirked and threw me onto the bed. He turned off the light and got into the bed. "I'm not tired Michael." "I am." He pulled me closer. "I feel like you're not going to go along with those papers." "Nope." He said tiredly and fell sleep. I smiled as I heard light snoring. I played a game on my phone for a bit. I had a few days off from work. A few hours passed and I started getting tired.

"Ahh." Michael started to suck on (y/n) right nipple and play with his left one. "Michael, more~" He gently bit his nipple and left a trail of kisses down her stomach, leaving small hickeys along the way. Michael stuck a finger inside of him while jacking him off. (y/n) moaned, wanting more then just his fingers inside of him Michael stuck his tongue in hi-

"Hmmm." I was woken out of my sleep. "You're moaning." I looked at Michael and felt my cheeks become red. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Go back to sleep." I turned on my side. "Mhm." He pulled me towards him and we both went to sleep. Morning came and I woke to the sound of birds. Michael wasn't next to me so I got up and went downstairs. Kate had left because of work and Michael wasn't in the kitchen or living room. "Michael?" There was no answer. "That's weird." I checked the house and he wasn't in any of the rooms or bathrooms. I shrugged and sat on the couch, playing some games on my phone. Lunch came and I looked in the fridge. "I have to go out for shit." I sighed and grabbed my keys. I locked the house and drove to the store. "(y/n)!" "Tracy! Hey." "How's work?" "It's good." Tracy was on break, we don't see each other often. I'm either working or she is, so it's hard to hang out. "My breaks up, see ya." I waved as she went back in and I did some shopping. I got back and put the groceries away.

There was a small trail of blood leading from the back door to the living room. "And I somehow missed this." I sighed. "Michael!" I went upstairs and heard the shower running. I walked in and Michael looked at me. "Did you go on a killing spree?" He nodded and pointed to the counter. There was money. "Kate will kill you one day." He shrugged. I grabbed the money and his clothes. I put his clothes in the washer and cleaned up the blood. Kate got home a few minutes after. "Hey, how's Michaels job hunting going? Sticking to the script?" "Yeah, he got home an hour earlier." I lied. "Any of them decide to call him back?" "I think one of them might. Don't forget, he isn't the best in social situations." "True." We heard Michael walk down the stairs. He was only wearing his boxers. "Why is you're boy- did you two f-" "No, we didn't." I sighed. "You have extra clothes, go get dressed." He just stood there. "Oh, yeah, here." I handed Kate some cash and she looked at me. "Ask Michael." "He did not go out and fucking kill someone." I shrugged and walked off. "Michael you bitch! What happened to getting a job!" I could hear her yelling at him while he stayed silent.

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[faustonastring]

Could you do headcanons for how the main six react to an MC who cries when they’re really mad/frustrated? Like during arguments sometimes they start crying because of how emotional they get. Thank you :)

(Vine voice: Ahaha I do that)

Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it! (Apologise it slightly goes of prompt I feel like, and it’s shorter than the rest but I hope you like it regardless! (I can also rewrite something if you’d like I don’t mind at all! ))

Main six with an mc that cries when they’re frustrated

Asra

He tries his best not to frustrate you, but like any normal couple, hiccups happen, arguments and fights come and go, but he tries to drop the topic as soon as he sees your eyes get glassy

When it does happen though, what ever the cause may be, he’s quick to grab your hands and try to ground you, telling you to take deep breaths, and as soon as you’ve calmed down enough he’ll make some tea.

He’s very quick to talk over what happened with you, ask you where whatever went wrong, how he can fix it, what he needs to do better, etc etc etc. Communication is key with asra. You can’t get through one argument with out talking it out at some point.

Nadia

Arguments do happen, but she’s far to busy for them to be an reoccurring thing, it’s more like a once every month maybe twice a month kind of thing, and if I’m being honest most arguments you get in are because how busy she is. Nadia is also very firm, so if you’re anything like lucio,,,,aha good luck Charlie

When you do start to cry out of frustration, she’s immediately at your side, squeezing you’re shoulders, trying to get you some where more private while asking the servants to bring you some water, and she’ll listen to everything you say.

Once you’ve calmed down, she takes a moment to think about what you said, why you were do frustrated, and tries to communicate a conclusion so you’re both happy. Like asra, communication is key, she just feels bad she doesn’t have the time to communicate with you.

Julian

Arguments are common with Julian, just given his nature, but not an everyday thing, maybe weekly or biweekly based off who you are, but most of them don’t excelate to you crying, not those kinds of arguments. It’s more like the two of you bicker like an old married couple.

But when it does happen, his heart drops. Espically if you’re crying because of him. He’s very quick to wipe away you’re tears and kiss the crown of you’re head. He didn’t mean to make you cry like that, and he’s very sorry.

Makes you tea and cuddles with you afterwards, squeezing you’re arm and waist as a way to remind himself you’re still with him, even after he made you cry, just make sure you tell him it’s okay and it’s not his fault, if you don’t the guilt almost eats him alive

Portia

Omg you two are ✨matching!✨ Omg couple goals 🤪

But in all seriousness she does this. A lot. It’s very evident in her route, so if you’re not careful you might make her cry because she’s frustrated with you. Or the two of you might cry together, because you’re both frustrated, or because one of you is crying so the other feels sad too

When you start to cry, she pretty much tackles you in a hug, saying “don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry please don’t cry” over and over again in effort to get you to stop, because I headcanon portia as very empathetic, if you start to cry, she’ll probably start crying too.

Cuddles are a must after every break down, and while communication is key, she rather have you rant everything out that’s been bothering you, that way when you’re done the two of you get to gossip, it’s a win win honestly

Muriel

I feel like Muriel cries when he’s frustrated too. Not the kind of frustration when you can’t find a certain puzzle piece though, more like the type of frustration you feel after you’ve been bottling up your emotions for god knows how long, and now you have to go kill some random ladies son even though you sworn off killing, and you’re family member and the lady die along the way. That kind of frustration

It always takes him off guard. He’s never quite sure how to act, so he’ll gently place a hand on you’re shoulder, stoop down to you’re level, and ask if you want to talk about it. Of you do, he pulling you into a pile of furs to cuddle as he runs his hand up and down your back.

He’ll ask you if you want to talk about it when you’ve calmed down, and he’ll listen to you rant it all out. He isn’t the best with communication, but he’ll promise he’ll work on what ever was bothering you. He’s also very reluctant to get up and make tea, but when he lays back down he’s not getting back up.

Lucio

He’s going to make you frustrated. As some one who learned and studied the human life cycle at school I’m proud to say lucio shares many similarities with toddlers. I can make a list if you’d like. But anyway-

It takes his brain a hot minute to realize your frustrated. More importantly frustrated with him. Empathy is a new concept for lucio, so be paitent with him, he’s trying his best, he really is, he also feels bad that you’re crying his brain is just...processing

He’ll tell the servants to bring you some cookies, because cookies always make him feel better when he’s upset so they should make you feel better as well. He’ll also hold you tight while you ride it out and eat your cookies, but he’s very quick to explain to you, that he can name a much better way to get your frustration out, just say the word~

Ahhh, I’m sorry this kind of went of prompt, I’m having an rough day, but I’m fine I promise, if you want me to rewrite I will as soon as I feel better I promise.

But if you did like what you read or want to read something better than this to cleanse your eyes, my mater list is located here!

Next headcanon: main six dancing!

My request are open! :)

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[thequietsoliloquy]

One year ago today, I met my future wife. 

(This is me gushing about the love of my life for the next couple hundred words. And also, a pair of chickens.)

I met her on a fandom Discord server. The first thing I told her was: “Oh shit! Another 29 years old! Did not expect that XD.” She replied: “Oldies!!”

And then, we fell in love.

Okay, it did not happen that fast.

We didn’t speak to each other again until February 14th, when I sent Valentines in the DMs of everyone in the server I interacted with regularly, because my heart is too full of love and that love still needs to be given. So I sent her: “Hi! I hope you're doing well! I just wanted to let you know I love you and how happy I am to have met you! You're amazing! Happy Valentine's Day!”

It was the first time I told her “I love you.” And how happy I am to have met her. And that she is amazing. Very important elements of my (at least) bi-weekly gushing towards her. Daily, in the case of telling her I love her. 

And then, we fell in love.

... Not yet. 

On February 26, she shared her artwork on the server, an Art Nouveau inspired piece. I’m a slut for anything Art Nouveau. Well, metaphorically. So, here I was again, sliding into her DM’s, this time wondering if she would be willing to draw my favourite character in that style. I offered to send her money for it. She agreed to do it for free. I still sent her money for her work. A month ago, because Paypal wasn’t being kind to me before that -_-. 

(always pay your artists. even when they tell you you don’t have to. especially when they tell you you don’t have to. show them how valuable you think their work and time is.)

The piece was done within just a few days. I was in love with it. Still am. It’s the first thing I see whenever I turn my computer on. 

Gorgeous! Absolutely amazing!

And then, we fell in love.

... Not yet. But I was falling. I fell in love with her art. And I fell in love with how creative she is.

After that commission, we started talking more regularly. At first, it was a few times a week. Then, it became every day. It’s been every day ever since.

Everyday means everyday. 

(that is a reference to the fandom. it’s Mo Dao Zu Shi. or The Untamed. although that particular line is from the novel, not the live action. except in one marketing tweet. anyway.)

(also, two women falling in love because of the story of two gay men? the poetry! the romanticism! just thinking about it, it’s giving me chills. never knew I could have not only an absolutely romantic love story with the love of my life, but for it to exist because of another queer love story?! peak romanticism!)

So. Everyday. 

I was gushing about her art. She was gushing about my writing. Then I gushed about her writing when she began to write her own stuff. Her ideas, her skills, her talent, her creativity! I was bewitched.

On May 16, in my journal, I wrote: 

“I’ve never had an artistic friend as positive as she is. (...) I love her quiet confidence about her art and how she pursues her interests without needing any monetary gains or anything. Just for fun. (...) I’d like to meet with her in person. Maybe next year? I’ll ask her. She’s so amazing. So down to earth and kind and goddamn her artistic mind impresses me so much! (...) I love her already.”

Because I am an idiot when it comes to romantic feelings, at that point, despite writing it in my diary, I wasn’t even aware they were running that deep. People love their friends, right? Doesn’t mean it’s romantic! It can be platonic! Right?!

But then. I was flirting. And she was flirting back! I don’t know how to flirt and I never know when people flirt with me but I knew she was flirting back! I understood her flirting! But! Because I am a coward and I would rather keep a perfectly good friendship intact than screw it up with f e e l i n g s, I decided to not say a thing about this. Because what if this was all perfectly platonic and I was just imagining things and the flirting was just platonic too? Friends flirt too, right? Right?!?! 

And then, on June 6, she sent me a pair of chicken emojis and asked “are they fat?”

(yes, that is another reference to our fandom. i have never felt my heart soar like that for a pair of chickens.)

I wanted it to be a confession. But that could have just been a little something that had no consequences whatsoever. So I just kept my feelings boxed inside and went to sleep happy with the thought of those two chickens.

Then, on June 7, she confessed. 

I confessed too.

(insert fireworks.)

On June 8, we discussed in detail what we were expecting from our relationship from now on. We agreed on everything. I have yet to see something we disagree on in the realm of our relationship. 

It took only a few months. Neither of us do casual. We went into this relationship with our hearts fully open, both ready to give and receive all the love we have. Finding more things to love about each other just makes the love grow bigger. 

I fall in love with her a little more every single day.  

We have our date night every Friday (sometimes we make it a full Saturday instead, like we did recently, and others, we add a Tuesday or a Wednesday just because we want to hear each other’s voice).

Her voice! Her voice!!!!!!!!! I could listen to her talk all day long!!!!! Her voice is smooth like velvet and deep and sometimes reaches higher when she laughs and I never understood how someone could describe a laugh that rings like a bell until I heard hers.

She dresses so stylishly, and even when she’s just in pajamas, I could still stare at her as if she’s the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen. 

Her eyes shine green and grey and brown and gold and I get lost in them every morning when I wake up because her picture is my phone’s lock screen and it’s always the first and last thing I see. Another picture of hers is also my phone’s home screen, and she’s smiling and seeing her smile makes me smile and the day is already so much better.

We send each other pictures of ourselves at least once a week regardless. My phone has never been so full of selfies that are only meant for her eyes. 

Until the day we share the same bed, each of us have a chicken to hold while we sleep. 

I never thought I would find a love that feels so bright and joyful at the age of 30! These feelings, I thought I left them behind when I got out of puberty! But love... love doesn’t work like that. Sometimes, love dims because the heart has been hurt too many times. It looses its luster of excitement. But with her, it’s as if someone turned all the lights back on and I feel safe, secure, loved back with as much care and tenderness as I am able to give. 

I am lucky. So lucky! She is always supportive of everything I do. Encouraging me to go further, even if it’s just another line of my current work in progress. Studying while talking with her every day has been a charm. On weeks where I had assignments to hand in, she was my reward. My percentage of last-minute assignments has gone down at least 50% thanks to her! I wrote SO MUCH MORE thanks to her, because she is always so positive and excited about the things I create. She’s making me feel excited about my own work too. 

She tells me I do the same for her too. I believe her. I want her to feel that supported, and encouraged, and loved, and adored, and cherished and treasured for the rest of our lives. Into our next lives too. 

I love her. I like her. I trust her with everything that I am. I trust her with my life. 

We’re lucky to be living in our era too. It’s a long distance relationship, but it doesn’t feel that far away. When we go on walks, we take many pictures, and it feels as if we are together. Netflix Party and Youtube Party made it easier to watch things together. I can fall asleep listening to her voice in my ear. 

Talking with her is so easy. She listens without judgement, and she is not afraid of sharing back, no matter what is going on in our heads. I’m not afraid of the future with her by my side, no matter what happens. Doesn’t matter where we live, where we work, what we do. With her in my life, I’m bathing in sunshine for the rest of my days. And the clouds are only around to water our crops.

I say often that I want to tell how much I love you to the entire world. This is as close as I can get to that. Loving you just feels... so pure. So perfect. So magical. It's like a miracle. You are my miracle. And everyone should witness miracles at least once in their lives. 

Happy one year of knowing each other, my love! Here’s to another year of amazement and luck and creativity, another year of love and laugher and genuine care. I’m looking forward to seeing you in 2021, if our borders allows. 

Merry Christmas!

#mo dao zu shi #wlw #meeting love within fandoms #gushing about my future wife #disaster lesbian meets biromantic ace #with a good ending! #she's so amazing and I love her so much! #best of 2020 #lesbian in love #happy story #christmas gift for my love #things I write

[itsuki-minamy]

“SIX IDOLS”

CHAPTER 2: “YATA MISAKI’S BUILDING EXPLORATION! HAUNTED HOUSE EDITION” (Complete)

* K - Six Idols (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

That day, it had been raining since morning.

He lifts his scarf to his mouth, takes a sip of hana, and Misaki Yata walks down the well-known shopping street. Born and raised in Shizume, this shopping street has been a playground, pathway, and everyday scene since childhood.

The fish shop shutter opened and a middle-aged woman appeared. The fish-filled foamed shelf is neat in the showcase. When he saw her, Yata bowed politely.

"Good morning, Oba-chan. You are well today."

"Oh, Misaki-chan. Yes, good morning. Are you going home now?"

Yata smiles bitterly. It is true that there is no morning and no night in the entertainment world, but he has not set an unreasonable schedule for having to go home at this time. Izumo Kusanagi, who is the actual owner, is paying attention to that area.

"No, it's recorded from now on. It's a home visiting plan for 'Shirogin Deluxe'. Have you seen it?"

"Oh, that show! I love it too. Misaki-chan, you're supposed to be out. I'm glad."

Yata was a little glad to see her shaking her face. For him, who has never left his hometown, it is a great motivation to please people who have known him for a long time.

Yata raises his thumb and shows it to the lady.

"Thanks! Well then I'll go!"

The lady also made an approving gesture to imitate Yata.

"Yeah, come on. Good luck, I'm supporting you."

Waving as he walks, Yata realizes that his heart is filled with warm feelings. The cold of winter and the mist that clings to his skin seemed to immediately disappear at that sensation.

Yata, who passed through the business district and onto the main street, was not surprised at all to see the location car.

"Huh? Are you turning the camera already?"

"Oh, Yata-san! Hello!"

Kamamoto, who was standing near the location car, waved loudly while holding the camera. Loud greetings are good in this industry if it's on a television station.

Yata rushed over to Kamamoto and touched his head.

"Ah!"

"Don't yell! It's going to upset the neighbors!"

All of them are also captured on camera. But that doesn't really matter to him. The interaction between the two, as a team, is not yet known to viewers, but when Yata and Kamamoto appear in pairs, such interaction is often expected.

"No, I'm sorry! I'm happy because it's been a while since I've been in a place with you, Yata-san!"

"How do you say, we didn't do something a week ago?"

As they exchanged words, Yata boarded the location car. Kamamoto also sits next to him, pointing his camera at Yata. Yata is reminded of when he sees several staff members in the car pointing lights and microphones at him.

"So why are you already filming? Doesn't filming start after arriving at Kokujoji-san's house?"

Today's plan is to visit the villa of the renowned artist, Daikaku Kokujoji, as he told the lady from the fishmonger. Kokujoji, who was the driving force behind this "idol age" and has 98% national recognition, is a representative not only of the entertainment world but also of Japanese society. Despite the fact that it is a village, Yata was not less than enthusiastic about visiting his home.

"Well, anyway, we are going to visit Kokujoji-san's house, so it's up to the headmaster to take pictures before and after that!"

Kamamoto says that and Yata wonders, "Is that so?" Since a big name like Daikaku Kokujoji is involved, the production side may also be concerned about various things.

"The location car will go outside. Please put your seatbelt on."

Both Yata and Kamamoto wear belts at the director's call. With Yata's unsettling feelings, the vehicle slid slowly onto the national highway.

If he thinks about it later, he should have noticed it then.

++++++++++

Yata finally wondered when he got to the capital highway from the national highway and left Tokyo.

"Isn't that the destination in Tokyo?"

Kamamoto's camera keeps spinning. Behind the camera, Kamamoto's expression covered by sunglasses seemed to be different from his usual appearance. Kamamoto has a smile on his face like a sticker.

"That's right. Everything seems to be near the secret hot spring in Nagano prefecture."

"I haven't heard that."

"Oh, is that so? Well, I heard it for the first time today."

Yata takes a closer look at Kamamoto. Kamamoto is turning the camera with a smile on his face.

"Well, ok."

Muttering, Yata turned to the outside of the car.

It is in the morning on weekdays. Location cars fly down the highway at a comfortable speed. The flowing landscape becomes an overflowing nature.

The location car went off the road through the interchange.

It was the field. Far from being a figure, even houses are rare. Beyond the fields as far as the eye can see, there are three trees with bushes. It must be a rural landscape everywhere in Japan, but he didn't think it was the place where Kokujoji Daikaku's village was located.

"I see. Did you make a mistake on the road?"

"You are not mistaken! Director?"

Kamamoto speaks to him from the passenger seat in an unnecessarily loud tone. The director gave him an ambiguous answer, like "Oh.", "Yes.", which made Yata feel even more uncomfortable. The localization vehicle goes into the mountains.

The landscape that should be described as abundant extends to the left and right. Green leaves and black trees are twisted and intertwined. Behind the threadbare and rusty railing, there was a sign with words like "Take care of your life." and "Think of your family.", and Yata looked away from the vehicle window.

The rain gets stronger.

The rain and fog were turning into a storm before he knew it. Perhaps the weather in the mountains is volatile, with dense black clouds hanging overhead, and it is as dark as it is at night, even though it is close to noon. Also, it seems that he was going astray, and the interior of the car began to shake with the rattle.

Yata yells as he grabs the armrest.

"Hey! Is there really a Kokujoji-san's village in such a place?"

"Well, I heard that."

Hearing the headmaster's response, Yata made his mouth twitch. He wants to complain, but the words can't come out. Either way, he don't know the location and have no choice but to leave everything to them.

After that, when they passed a winding mountain road for several tens of minutes, the vehicle stopped.

"We arrived?"

Yata asked with relief. Kamamoto says in a cheerful voice.

"That's right. Look, it's Kokujoji-san's village!"

Beyond the windshield, when he saw the house illuminated by the lights, Yata's face was full of energy.

It was a decaying western-style building.

It used to be a magnificent building, but due to deterioration over time, the exterior has peeled off in places, exposing construction materials and pipes. It was as if the skin had been ripped off by torture and the muscles and blood vessels underneath were exposed.

Yata slammed his fist into Kamamoto's head, regardless of whether the camera was spinning.

"Ah? What are you doing, Yata-san?"

"Where is this village? No matter how you look at it, it is an abandoned castle!"

"Oh, even if I say that... What about the director?"

The director in the seat looked back as he expanded the map.

"We are not wrong, it is here."

"Isn't that the case?! In such a place, Kokujoji-san's is a great village."

Yata's protest, however, disappeared when he saw what the director was pointing at.

A figure was at the entrance of the building.

The silhouette that extends the Japanese umbrella and protects itself from the rain is familiar. Costumes similar to hunting clothes and masks that imitate rabbits. All people who belong to the largest agency, the "Tokijikuin Agency" represented by Daikaku Kokujoji, regardless of age or gender, idols or non-idols, wear this outfit. They are widely recognized as "rabbits", sometimes appearing as back dancers in the figure and sometimes as messengers from the "Tokijikuin Agency".

Kamamoto says while capturing the surroundings with the camera.

"Looks like it's here, right?"

"Ah, stupid..."

The director gets out of the location vehicle and begins talking to the rabbit. Yata also opened his umbrella and got out of the vehicle, feeling uncomfortable.

"Good morning. Welcome, you have come a long way."

The rabbit bowed politely, waving in a soft voice. Yata is confused and says hello too.

"Oh, good morning. Is this it?"

"The front is closed now. Please relax in the hall first."

The rabbit turned his back to shake off Yata's question and walked into the hall. The film crew, including the director, did the same.

"Really…"

Yata, who was left alone, began to walk quickly. Instead of keeping up with them, he no longer wanted to be alone.

When…

At the edge of his sight, he saw something white moving. Reflectively, Yata turned his gaze to him.

A white figure was standing in one of the windows lined up on the second floor of the building.

The figure, whose skin and clothing were pure white, immediately disappeared into the darkness as if he had noticed Yata's line of sight.

"……"

Yata's face was pale and alternately compared the windows of the second floor with the entrance of the building.

++++++++++

The storm doesn't seem to stop, and it gets stronger and stronger. Yata eagerly watched the sound of the rain pounding from above.

"Hey. Kokujoji-san, isn't he coming yet?"

It has been almost an hour since he passed the dimly lit room. The Rabbit guide said, "Please wait a bit." and he retired and didn't show up at all. Yata and his colleagues were completely abandoned.

He's getting angry. No matter what the "Tokijikuin Agency" is, it is impossible to treat idols from other agencies so carelessly. Yata had a personality that such irrationality could not forgive.

However, now he doesn't feel angry and just wants to go home.

Every time the light from an old lamp shining on the table casts a complex shadow on the wall, the figure in Yata's mind, perhaps the white figure above, blinks.

Yata gulps and talks to Kamamoto next him.

"Maybe he doesn't feel right? So I think it's rude to bother him, we'll re-record at a later date."

"Even if you say that..."

Kamamoto was confused and spoke to the director.

"What do you think, Director? That Rabbit, I don't think he's coming back."

The director puts his hand to his jaw and thinks. Yata looked at his figure expectantly.

"It is true that this will hinder the schedule."

"Really?!"

"Then, let's go find the rabbit."

"Eh?"

The director and other members of the film crew rose to their feet one after another. From those who handle the light to the makeup, they try to go with the director. Yata instinctively tried to stop them.

"Wait a minute! Why is everyone going?"

"As we will be looking for him, it is better to have more manpower."

"That's right, oh, yeah, then I'll go with you."

"No, if we let the actor do these kinds of tasks, the name of the show will be frowned upon. Yata-san and Kamamoto-san, you should wait here."

Just with that, the other members except Yata and Kamamoto walked out of the reception room.

"……"

Yata stretched out his empty hand and sat back on the couch.

The reception room, where the current had already been introduced, felt even colder when the equipment left. Yata flailed his legs fiercely, staring into the dim lamplight. He cannot say anything and is calm.

He feels bad because he is worried about the normal path. As an important figure in the world of idols, Yata pays tribute to Kokujoji. He is concerned about the status of the great man, not because he is afraid of this eerie western-style building.

While repeating his trembling thoughts, Yata was confident that the team or the rabbit would return as soon as possible.

And 30 minutes passed, 1 hour passed.

It seems that the rain has stopped a bit. Instead, thunder was heard more frequently. The haunting and rumbling sky sometimes casts a light similar to a flare on the window. This time, Yata realized that his body was jumping.

"It's not too late?"

Unable to suppress the trembling voice, he talks to Kamamoto. Kamamoto keeps his camera on the table in front of him, arms crossed and silent.

Yata was driven by anxiety and shook his shoulder.

"Eh? Kamamoto?"

Kamamoto lowered his head in a low voice.

"Yes."

"Don't fall asleep, fat man!"

"Hmm!" When he touched his head, Kamamoto's sunglasses slid off.

Kamamoto makes a shocked voice, dressed like an idiot with sunglasses hooked to the edge of his ear.

"What is it? What is it?"

"Idiot! The others haven't come back yet!"

However, Yata's anger did not seem to be transmitted to Kamamoto at all. He stretched out humorously, grabbed the camera from the table, and stood up.

"I'm in trouble. Then I'll search a bit!"

"Oh, why?"

The voice was about to scream, but Yata no longer has the psychological margin to worry about such things. Kamamoto scratched his head like he was in trouble.

"No, it doesn't matter what you say. If they don't come back, it's only natural for me to go looking for them, right?"

"That said, the directors have not returned. If you go, the same thing will happen, right?"

Kamamoto bowed his head and pointed the camera at Yata. Yata's face is reflected in the black lens. Kamamoto had a ridiculous tone as he clearly reflected his scared face.

"Maybe Yata-san… Are you afraid of being alone?"

"Moron!"

Yata's low kick went through Kamamoto's right knee and the giant rolled on the ground.

"Hey, Yata-san, please stop hitting me!"

"Ah! Maybe it's because I don't like your comments?"

"Just kidding! Yata isn't scared at this level! I get it!"

"I go to search..."

Yata responds with a negative voice like a different person than until now. Kamamoto stood up while rubbing his knees and headed straight for the exit.

"Then, I'll go for a bit."

Kamamoto left the room. Yata was left alone in the reception room.

"……"

He cannot hear anything but the sound of rain, thunder, and the beat of his heart. He feels restless and walk around the table for no reason. Check the clock almost every minute. Every time, he repeats the idea of ​​going round and round, why he hasn't come back yet.

At that moment, the roar of the guitar solo echoed through the hall.

"What?!"

Involuntarily, he raises a strange voice and jumps. The guitar solo echoed in Yata's bag that he had left on the couch. The fiery melody is a representative song of "Red King Idol" Suoh Mikoto, which Yata respects.

Yata took out his PDA while suppressing his heartbeat.

The incoming call was from Kamamoto. As soon as he answers the call, Yata yells at him.

"Hey, don't call suddenly!"

As he screamed, Yata felt relieved somewhere in his heart.

Kamamoto on the other end of the phone echoed the usual subtle voice without knowing such complicated psychology.

"No, I'm sorry, Yata-san. I thought it would be bad for Yata-san to be worried, so I'm sorry."

"Are you eating something?"

"Eh? No, no way..."

"You're eating! Where are you now?"

"Oh, no... it's like a kitchen."

"You're stupid! How do you eat in someone's kitchen when you visit their house? You can't do that, even if you're a visitor!"

Yata yells. At the same time, when he looks out the window, he notices that his expression has softened. Kamamoto's usual eating habits seemed to be irreplaceable and encouraging at this point.

Kamamoto says, while making a locking sound.

"Well, you often say that if I'm hungry, I can't do it, right? And I came here guessing."

"Eh?"

"I could see a figure here, so I thought it was a rabbit. It was wearing white clothes, so I'm sure it's correct."

A small shadow was born on Yata's slightly warmed chest.

A figure in white clothes.

"Hey, Kamamoto."

"Hmm? That? That, maybe..."

When he hears Kamamoto's voice as if noticing something, the shadow gets bigger as it swells.

"Wait a minute. Come back!"

"No, what are you talking about, there was a rabbit. Sorry! When can I start recording?"

There, Kamamoto's voice cut off.

The shadow fills Yata's heart. Yata clenches the sweat from his hands that slowly spreads onto his PDA.

"Hey! Kamamoto! Come back!"

"That? It's weird. Why?"

"Kamamoto!"

"Why was his neck looking away?"

Almost at the same time as those words, a wet sound echoed off his PDA.

It's like hitting a wet leather bag on the ground.

It's like squashing a rotten tomato.

A sound with an ominous premonition clung to Yata's ears.

"Kama-…!"

The calling voice was interrupted by a loud sound that pierced the tympanic membrane. Maybe that's why he dropped his PDA. He lets it go involuntarily, and Yata looks at his PDA. Notice the words "Rikio Kamamoto" floating just below the "Call" screen.

After a while of silence, the speaker began to pick up the sound of "something."

Tap. Tap. Yata notes that the sound that resonates regularly is footsteps. Facing Yata, who is stuck as if frozen, the speaker mercilessly continues to reproduce the sound of "something".

"Heh heh heh."

In the end, a sound like that of a laughing voice, and the call was cut off.

Seeing the words "End of call", Yata noticed the sweat on his back.

There is certainly "something" here.

Yata thinks about it while being driven into a panic. Can't imagine what it is. Is it related to that white figure? What happened to that rabbit and the members that went looking for him?

And Kamamoto...

"Ah!"

Clenching his fist and teeth, Yata stared at the living room door.

If Yata were alone, he would have screamed and stormed out of the reception room, rushing into mountains of thunderstorms. Not good in this situation, let's be clear. It is incredibly scary. Even now, his knees are shaking and he can't even stand.

However, Kamamoto is here. There are also directors and film crews that came with him.

If he abandons them and runs away alone, he will deny the human Misaki Yata.

"Damn!"

Yata slammed his hardened fist against his thigh. That doesn't stop the shaking of the knees, but it is something.

Thus, pain inspired Yata. He strides across the room and kicks the door open before crossing.

"Wait, Kamamoto! I'm going to help you now!"

Screaming to inspire himself, Yata stepped into the darkness in front of him.

++++++++++

Kamamoto said at the end that he was in the kitchen.

Of course, Yata does not know the layout of the building. Still, since it's a kitchen, he guesses it's somewhere on the first floor, and he walks down the hall in big surprise. The lamp, which should be from the lighting equipment, was not on, and Yata had to use the light from his PDA as a flashlight and advance terrifyingly.

Lightning and thunder roar. The entire view of the hallway was projected for a moment as if the camera's flash fired.

It's a long corridor with blood-colored ridges and bone-like walls. The portraits are evenly spaced on the wall.

As he slowly advances, Yata tries to keep the portrait out of his eyes. Because the line of sight can match. Because if he looks at them, they might laugh at him.

If he looks at a portrait, his heart may explode as if he is doing his best live. Yata still couldn't die. He couldn't die until he saved Kamamoto and the team members.

"……"

The blankness on his face means that fear outweighs courage. There is no colleague from the "Homura Performing Arts Office" who can laugh at him, they are not here at the moment. Yata has to fight both loneliness and fear.

Fold the corner twice.

Apparently it is a corridor. Maybe the kitchen is not on the first floor. If that happens, he will have to climb the stairs. That fact began to haunt Yata's thoughts.

Before entering the hall, a white figure reflected in the window for a moment flickered in Yata's mind.

Climbing the stairs means going to that figure. Yata wasn't sure he could get into such a situation even though he no longer had the courage to oppress it anymore.

When, suddenly, the door on his left moved with a piercing noise.

"Eh?"

Yata jumped to the ground in a squeaky voice.

The door opened slowly as if it had a will of its own.

The warm breeze that flowed from there caressed his taut cheeks.

He's sure it was moved by air flow or something, until he found out, it wouldn't move.

Thousands of words that are less than thoughts fill his mind. The instinct of "I want to get away from here" and the belief that "I can't abandon my friends" conflict with each other, and Yata's body tends to be rigid.

As it is, a minute has passed.

Nothing happens.

Realizing that, Yata began to move. The doorplate illuminated by the light of the PDA came into view.

The word "Dining Room" was written there.

"This is here?"

Muttering to be sure, swallowing hard, Yata opened the door.

The spacious dining room was filled with humid air. There is a long table as seen in the movie and several chairs around it. A three-pointed candelabrum on a pure white tablecloth receives the light and glows golden.

Yata scans the room while glancing at the scene. If there is a door that leads to the kitchen, that will be the goal.

The feelings of wanting to find them and not wanting to find them are in conflict in Yata. It was the manifestation of the two feelings that filled Yata's heart, the instinct of not wanting to face loyalty and the belief that he should help his companions.

Suddenly, Yata felt something crash against his toes.

It bounces and terrifyingly points the light to the ground.

It was a ham. A thick, boneless ham that appears to be around Yata's foot. There is evidence that the packaging has been broken and removed.

Kamamoto no doubt picked it up and ate it.

He had been here.

"Kamamoto?"

His voice echoed mysteriously. When he turned on the lights, the door that would lead to the kitchen was open. Yata went in there.

The kitchen floor was damp. When Yata's shoes hit the wet floor, he made a sticky noise and pulled a rope between his shoes and the floor.

The light from the PDA trembled as if Yata's discomfort was transmitted.

The previous light reflects the ground. Yata arrived when there was a trail of something crawling across the red-black wet ground.

At the same time, there is a watery sound in the kitchen.

Kucha, Juru, Picha, Nichi, Giri.

He doesn’t notice it from the sound of the rain. he could hear the sound all the time.

Jutsu, guchitsu, baki, zuru, gucha...

Maybe he didn't want to realize it. Because it was a realization of Yata's fear.

Baki, Bagi, Goritsu, Boritsu, Jururu.

However, Yata had to face realization. He thought that he had to record it in his own eyes no matter what result he was hoping for.

A trembling light crawls across the ground and follows the bloodline.

"It" was closer than he expected.

He was wearing white clothing, similar to a dress. The word "it" comes from the fact that it was so worn that it was hard to see. The hem ripped like a saw blade and dirt that has mixed in here and there has soaked it. It was probably the dirt that caused the thread to stick to the soles of Yata's shoes.

"It" seemed to turn away from him and crouch like a monkey, shaking his head vigorously. He shook his pure white hair, moving his face further and further, and moving his hands to break something.

Each time, the watery sound from before, resonates.

A familiar giant lay in front of "It"

Kamamoto's eyes, illuminated by the lights, were wide open and were no longer looking at anything.

Yata took a step back, it would be terrible to blame him for being shy. Yata's survival instinct demanded a distance from "it", just as a hunted animal would reflexively frighten. Holding his mouth with his hand, while pouring a fixed stare at "it", Yata tries to leave the room.

There was a dry sound under his feet.

"… ?!"

Yata hastily points the light at his feet.

There were Kamamoto's sunglasses. Stepped on by Yata, the lens of the sunglasses snapped in two.

He looked up from the sunglasses and saw "it", terrifyingly.

The movement stopped, as if it had frozen.

Even arms thin like dead trees and hair white like ceramic remain frozen.

The neck began to turn silently.

Slowly and precisely, like the gears of a machine. Turning sideways, diagonally back, and turning 180 degrees, it "saw" Yata.

Kamamoto's words revive in Yata's mind.

("Why is your neck there?")

Looking at Yata with only his face, with his body facing forward.

"It" moves just a little.

Random blood-soaked teeth were stained with a speckled pattern of yellow and red.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaah!"

When he noticed, Yata was sprinting down the hall of the building.

Screams of flight and senseless came from his mouth, the eyes had shed tears incessantly. He is not sure where he is going. However, he wanted to get away from that kitchen as soon as possible.

Yata slipped and fell, trying to turn the corner of the hall at full speed. He crashes into the wall and stops, reflectively looking at the darkness from which he ran.

He couldn't find the figure for "it."

However, only sound was heard.

Regularly echoing sounds and footsteps approached Yata from the other side of the darkness with a speed that shook fear.

Yata got to his feet and started running. His brain made a full rotation. Remembering the layout of the building, He try to find a way out.

As he ran down the hall, he saw a familiar sight.

This is the entrance hall he saw when he first entered the building. A ridiculously huge chandelier and a portrait of Daikaku Kokujoji on the wall of a huge staircase. Yata immediately took the door that led to the outside of the left door.

No matter how much he pushes or pull, it won't open. Even if he turned the key like crazy, kicked the door, or slammed it, the heavy door would not stubbornly move. Full of irritation and anger, Yata says, "Come on! What's this? Open up! Open up!"

However, the screaming, almost crying, stopped immediately. The footsteps were getting closer.

Hita, Hita, Hita, Hita.

Yata let go of all his emotions and ran like a ball. He refused to be there putting all his physical abilities that he refined as an idol.

Yata, who was running like the wind, soon found a bath.

When he enters, it was divided into several private rooms. He pushes open while checking with the PDA light and it slides inside.

When the lights went out, the bathroom filled with a darkness that seemed to crush him.

Yata supports his head as he shakes on the toilet seat.

("What is that, what is that, what is that?")

Did "it" eat Kamamoto?

Anger at his partner's murder swelled through his body, but much more than that, fear of the mysterious monster in front of him. The monster crawls out looking for him at this very moment. Just imagining it makes his skin rust.

After doing it for a while, Yata suddenly came up with something.

"I have to ask for help..."

Of course, the reason the idea that was taken for granted didn't come up until now is because his brain was engulfed in fear. Yata tapped his PDA with his shaking finger and first tried to contact his most trusted boss, Izumo Kusanagi.

At that moment, he heard a voice from the depths of the darkness of the hall.

"Yata-san, where are you? Please answer."

Yata stops his finger and raises his face as if flipped over. The cold, sweaty expression shone with wonder and joy.

"Kamamoto...?"

"Yata-san, please help me. I got hurt."

Without a doubt, it was Rikio Kamamoto's voice.

It has been delayed, but it cannot be wrong. Yata stood up in the bathroom of a private room and sharpened his ears.

Kamamoto's voice seems to come and go right outside the bathroom. Or maybe Kamamoto, who was lying at the time, was still alive. Perhaps he escaped from the monster and came to ask for help.

("Here! Kamamoto, I'm here! We will run away together!")

Yata hastily shut his mouth when he was about to scream.

Not out of self-protection, it was out of doubt.

Is that really Kamamoto's voice?

There is no reason. The questions equal to intuition, however, get louder and louder as he hears Kamamoto's voice.

"Yata-san, Yata-san, where are you? I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I don't care, I want to eat soon."

He had goose bumps.

No matter how much it is Kamamoto, in such a situation, he couldn't think of making such a loud voice and worrying about food.

Yata sat back on the toilet seat. He keeps his mouth closed with watery eyes to prevent any sound from escaping.

Still, Kamamoto's voice continues to call him by name. "Yata-san, where are you?"

Suddenly, Kamamoto's voice cut off.

"……"

Yata blinked. A tear drop was shed. He wondered if he was gone.

There is no way to confirm it. There is not an iota of courage to get out of there. Yata took out the PDA again and started the message app. He absolutely did not want to talk. First he would call Kusanagi, then Kusanagi would call the police.

Yata's PDA sounded with a roaring guitar solo.

"Eh?"

Suoh Mikoto's guitar solo, which he is more intoxicated with than anyone, now sounds like a devastating call from the devil. Yata hurries to look at the PDA. While cursing the idiot who made a call in such a situation, he looks at the screen regretting not having put the silent mode.

His spine froze.

The name "Rikio Kamamoto" was etched on the screen.

He hung up the call and turned off the PDA. As he did so, he thought.

He couldn't think optimistically that Kamamoto was alive. The voice from before was definitely not Kamamoto himself.

So the current call was... that "thing".

That "thing" took Kamamoto's PDA and called it, to find out where it turned on.

About the same time, he was convinced of that, there was a sound of footsteps.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap. He has regular intervals and gradually but surely approaches Yata.

Can't bear it. Yata decided to reject the reality in front of him.

He closed his eyes tightly. He covered his ears with both hands. Even if death falls from above one day, try not to look directly at it.

Yet in the dark, Yata thinks.

A feeling of strangeness.

A person can stop his movement of his own free will, but he cannot stop his will. The feeling of strangeness that was born in the dark grew in Yata's brain, because there was nothing else.

Why does he hear footsteps?

The floor of the building is completely strange. The kitchen was really different, but the hallways and bathrooms were filled with crimson delicacy.

The heavy boots would make steps. But that step is barefoot. No matter how fast he run barefoot, the sound should be absorbed by the relief and disappear.

So it's "it".

At that moment, there was something that shone like a revelation.

Can't stop thinking. The discovery cannot be ignored. In that sense, Yata must have been more human than anyone. Even if that means ruin, to confirm his own conscience, he opened his eyes and turned his face away.

On the bathroom ceiling, "it" was stuck.

His palm with dirty claws, every time it sticks to the ceiling, makes a "thump" sound. That was the true identity of the "steps". When he turned his head upside down, the ragged white hair was tousled. Stuck to the ceiling on all fours, "it" had bright red eyes that glowed negatively, exposing turbulent yellow and red teeth.

In the form of a predator who found Yata with no escape.

"No, aaaaaaaaaaah!"

Yata screamed with all his soul. At that moment, Yata's sight turned white.

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"Hey! It was amazing!"

With such a voice, the door to the private room was opened.

Behind the door, the film crew, illuminated by electric lights, waited. Kamamoto Rikio holds up the camera, and a man in sunglasses and a red helmet holds a sign that says, "Don't miss it!" The man in the sunglasses looked a lot like Yata's trusted boss, Izumo Kusanagi.

"……"

Yata was watching the scene with all faces dead.

Kamamoto, who should have died, looks at a man who looks like Kusanagi while holding the camera.

"Kusanagi-san, this is…"

"I don't think there will be a reaction. So again."

He hit the sign in front of him.

"Yata-chan? Are you really okay?"

"……"

Yata cannot react.

When the man who looked like Kusanagi sighed, he left the sign to Kamamoto and entered the private room.

"Sure! The idol has a fluid face during the tea ceremony!"

Gently tap Yata's head.

"Ah! Eh, that? Kusanagi-san? Why?"

Kusanagi shakes his head at Yata, who drips confusion as is.

"That's why I told you about it for a while. It's a shocking show! The target is Yata-chan, and the tricks are us, 'Homura Performing Arts Office'."

At that moment, a figure fell from the ceiling. That monster with a shabby dress and white hair.

From "it", the horror was completely lost. She pulled her false teeth out of her mouth, tucked her white hair back, and turned her red eyes to Yata. "It" he breathed through her nose, giving a feeling of fullness to her young face.

"How was it? Was my performance terrifying?"

"Oh, you did it perfectly, Anna!"

"He was scared of you!"

Look at the friends who are raising their thumbs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!"

Yata screamed as loud as he did before.

Ten minutes later.

Yata was angry at the entrance of the building, which was fully lit.

"What's that? It's terrible, Kusanagi-san! Please tell me in advance if you do this kind of thing!"

"Ahaha, Yata-chan, don't talk nonsense. If I told you, you wouldn't be surprised, right?"

"Kamamoto, you were an accessory too! I really thought you were dead!"

"Well, it doesn't matter how much food you eat there, doesn't it?"

Yata struck Kamamoto's head with all his might for the first time in a long time, gathering in his fist all the reaction of fear and anger that he had suffered.

With Kamamoto crouched on his back, Yata turns his resentful eyes on Anna.

"And Anna... even you..."

Anna suddenly looked away, perhaps uncomfortable.

"Because it was work.", Anna muttered.

So everything, it was something that had been organized from the beginning.

The place where the program will be broadcast is "Shirogin Deluxe" remains unchanged. However, it was not actually a visit to Kokujoji's house, but rather a project presented by the "Homura Performing Arts Office".

After seeing it, "Idol King" Isana Yashiro said, "This looks interesting!", And this project received the full backing of the "Tokijikuin Agency". Small dark vision cameras were installed around the building, rabbit costumes rented, and a recreational facility that was no longer in use. The words, actions and reactions Yata has done so far are said to be fully reflected.

Everything to give the Yata lens the greatest fear and obtain the best recordings.

Kusanagi happily explains.

"You know, Yata-chan has become popular lately? He's been featured in entertainment magazines and online, and some people call him 'The Red Prince'."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"So, I wonder if that's a little different from Yata-chan's politics. I brought this project to highlight Yata-chan's original charm here."

"Eh..."

Honestly, he's not sure about politics or appeal. Yata entered this path longing for Suoh. He really hadn't been aware of how others saw him.

Such a production was the work of Kusanagi at the "Homura Performing Arts Office".

"Thanks to that, I got a good photo! Anna did a good job, and two birds with one stone."

Therefore, it would be nice if Kusanagi were satisfied with his work, although he is not yet convinced.

However, Yata looks at Anna with concern.

"Well Anna, how did you do that?"

Anna shook her head.

"Eh?"

"I see, that... was it glued to the ceiling?"

Anna turns to the side. Look at the hallway wall, put both hands on it, and climb the wall while making noise.

Yata opened his mouth.

Anna asks, glued to the ceiling and looking at Yata upside down.

"What about this?"

"No... that... how...?"

"Expert."

Anna said it with a calm face. Yata watches her like he's looking at something incredible. No, the idea occurred to him that it would be impossible to practice or that she was ignoring the laws of physics, but he felt that even doing it was unsophisticated.

"Well then, what about that? That way of turning the neck."

"This?"

When Anna's neck began to twist, Yata hastily stopped her.

"Wait! Stop! Stop! You don't have to show it!"

Anna returned her head to its original position. Looking at Yata upside down, with a smile.

"Special training."

"No, it's amazing, right?! Kusanagi-san, okay? What are you doing as an idol?"

"Yeah, well it's a subtle thing to say if it's an ant or a pear, but... Anna did her best, so ant!"

"Sweet! Are you really sweet to Anna?"

"Haha, okay, this is also an art style. Wasn't Anna's threatening role in the hallway quite realistic?"

"Yeah, well, I thought my heart would stop..."

Yata muttered that.

Of course, the rage at being cheated continues to smoke.

However, it was even stronger than that, and relief filled Yata's heart. He really thought that Kamamoto was dead, and he really thought they were going to kill him. Rather, he even remembered to praise the production team that created such high quality.

"Well I'm excited about this too. Yata-chan had a good reaction too!"

"Ah…"

When Kusanagi hit him on the back, Yata gave a dry laugh.

"The event has been completed! Please go ahead!"

A staff member who was in charge of the location car outside the building called him out. Kusanagi and other members of the "Homura Performing Arts Office" follow suit and get into the car one after another.

The rain had completely stopped and the light was shining through the clouds. Looking at him, Yata suddenly called to Anna in the seat next to him.

"Hey, Anna, you were on the second floor when we entered the building, right?"

"Eh?"

"No, you know. I saw you by the second floor window."

Anna looks at Yata saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kusanagi, who had either heard or accosted him before, said with a bitter smile.

"Yata-chan, don't say weird things. No one went up the stairs."

"Ah…"

"I had no plans to use the second floor in the first place. No one should have gone."

The relief in his heart changes fast and cold.

So what did you see at the time?

Yata's neck was twisted back, as if it were a physical law. While he thought it was something he shouldn't see, he wanted to make his own discoveries, simple human curiosity.

The exterior of the desolate building. The windows on the second floor open in black at regular intervals. At one of the windows where sunlight enters after the rain, a girl dressed in white was smiling and showing her yellowish teeth.

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The Reason (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Hi, I wrote for my baby Javi again. This fic is based on the song “The Reason” by Hoobastank. But, there is no happiness in this fic, I apologise for this, but I think its pretty clear by now that I am only good for writing angst. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst 

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy angst, just sadness, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Javier thinks its time he fixes what he did, but the damage is done.

Javier was never one for love. True love. But he always wanted it. But he was scared of it, but that was normal right? It was normal to be afraid of love. That’s what he kept telling himself. But with that fear came the denial and rejection of anyone who dared to show affection to him. 

Lorraine wasn’t his first love, everyone who knew Javi when he was with her thought that. She was the first one he had “settled with” for longer than three months. But everyone was an idiot to think she was his first and possibly only love. No, there was someone before, during and after Lorraine. 

His true love. 

He doesn’t remember the first time they met. All he does remember is that he fell in love with her right there and then. But a big problem was she was dating someone else at the time. Laredo wasn’t all the big and was certainly not filled with the most attractive people, but somehow she had landed one of the best. He says “somehow” be he knew why, because she was the best. The most beautiful, the most kind, the most amazing woman anyone could ask for. 

The two grew to be good friends. And he was there to comfort her when her then boyfriend dumped her and ran off to New York with his new girlfriend, leaving (Y/N) being heartbroken. He knew that sleeping with her right after her boyfriend had dumped her was not a good idea, even more so because she was his friend, but it happened anyway. It was great, but he regretted every second of it. He felt he was taking advantage of her depressed state for his own needs. Maybe if he hadn’t done that, he would’ve asked her out instead of Lorraine. Because of the immense guilt he felt for using his friend when she was upset, he rejected his love for her, he refused to act on it because he hated what he had done to her. 

And he hurt her.

She felt humiliated because of him. Betrayed even. Until he started to ignore her, she didn’t think of their night together as him taking advantage of her. She welcomed him to do what he did, she wanted it. But she thought he obviously didn’t feel the same. And as he got further and further from her, she began to believe that he did just use her. But her heart still ached for him. She was still desperate for him, for his love, his anything. But he had run off with Lorraine instead. 

And she was heart broken again. 

But he still loved her anyway. Even while he was with Lorraine he loved her. Anytime he would kiss her, hold her, he would imagine (Y/N) instead. It was the only way he would cry each time. But his heart hurt anyway. He didn’t leave her sooner because he had nowhere else to go. 

He didn’t have a mother to run to for comfort, and he couldn’t face (Y/N) again.  So, in a way, he had no choice but to stay with Lorraine. And he knew it was wrong, but he had fucked up everything so far so he may as well continue to ruin everyone’s lives. 

When it came to that fateful day of his wedding, he couldn’t go through with it. He couldn’t continue to live in that torturous lie of pretending he was loving someone else. So he basically abandoned her, he didn’t know if she got to the altar or not but he didn’t really care that day. He had somewhere more important to be.

He drove to (Y/N)’s house. She let him in, all the way. And they did it again. He thought that the second time, it would be better, but he felt just as guilty after that time too. Maybe even more guilty. He hated that she was so willing for him to take her, because he knew he would. 

Javier remembered the day he told her he was leaving to work at the DEA. Directly the day after he had ruined his wedding and come to see her, he told her he was going. And she slapped him round the face and cried. She fell to her knees and sobbed because of him, he went to comfort her but she just pushed him away. She told him that she wouldn’t be there if he ever came back, she told him she never wanted to see him again, but in a way, they both knew that was a lie. 

Since then he felt he had been living in a nightmare. Everywhere he would look he would see her. Every girl he would hook up with, he would pretend it was her. It was dangerous, it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was in love with her and he hated it. And everyday he would contemplate calling her, confessing his undying love for her, telling her how sorry he was for everything he had done, but he never did. And he should’ve. 

Because if he had, maybe she would’ve stayed in Laredo. 

Maybe she would’ve waited for him. 

But she was true to her word, she wasn’t there when he got back. 

He had knocked on the door of her old home and was shocked when an elderly lady had opened the door. 

She was polite in answering his question as to where (Y/N) had gone. She told him she had moved to Austin. 

So that’s where Javier found himself. Again, it was wrong, but he had used his contacts in the DEA to track her down. She had moved to a nice neighbourhood. It was small and quiet, very fitting for her. And her new home was nice too. It was cottage like, very pretty. 

He had to hype himself up before knocking on her door, anyone who walked past him must’ve thought him a right idiot. Just hanging around a house, talking to himself, pacing back and forth outside the door as he thought greatly about what he would say to her. 

What would he say to her? 

He couldn’t very well walk up to her and just tell her he loved her, not after the way he left her, the way he hurt her. He should apologise first, tell her just how sorry he was about the way he treated her, then tell her how every girl he was ever with after that he would pretend they were her. But would that be too much for her? To be honest, he didn’t really care. He was prepared to confess about everything to her.

“Javier?” Came a voice from behind him pulling him from his thoughts. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, but he had to turn around to look at her again. And when he did, he was quickly reminded of just how beautiful she was. His memory could only serve him so well, it was nothing compared to the real thing.

He felt relieved to see her again, to know that she was okay, and that he had gotten the right place. But she looked far from happy to see him, far far from happy. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked him angrily “how did you even find me?” Javier didn’t like the tone she spoke to him with, it was mean and cold, but he knew that’s what he deserved. He didn’t deserve her warmth, even though he craved it. 

“I-I...” he couldn’t find any words to tell her, he was still in shock at seeing her again after long long years apart. She had gotten even more beautiful which he thought was near impossible. But then again, there were a lot of things he thought were impossible but he was proved wrong by the horrors that he was given down in Colombia. 

“Forget it” She said as she barged past him to unlock her door “just go away” 

“Wait!” He called out to her when he stepped into her home, prepared to slam the door in his face and never reopen it again for him. “(Y/N)...please, I just...I just want to talk” 

“Well I don’t” she told him, she went to close the door but he stopped her by pressing his hand to it, holding it open. 

“I flew all the way out here because I need to talk to you. Come on (Y/N), please” He was begging her at this point. He noticed her expression shift, she was always too lenient with people, she was always too kind, even to those who had wronged her like Javier had.

(Y/N) sighed angrily and stepped to the side to allow him inside. It was very much her, she had decorated it exactly how she always told him she would. There were times when they would often talk about their futures, she would often speak of her dream house, how she would decorate it and paint it and make it most definitely hers. And it was. He was happy she had finally achieved her dream, he just wished he could’ve been there when she did it. 

“What do you want?” She asked him as she plopped down on to the sofa, crossing her arms angrily over her chest. He cautiously sat in the arm chair opposite her, it was comfortable, that chair that is, the stare she was giving him was not.

What did he want? 

Originally, he had wanted her back. He wanted to be with her again. He wanted to tell her he was sorry and that he loved her. But seeing how angry she was, made him realise that that future was just a ridiculous fantasy. There was no way she would ever take him back. She hated him. She hated very few people, but he guessed that he was at the top of her short list. And he didn’t blame her. His list of people he hated was long, and he was at the top of that one too.

“I-I don’t know...” he admitted quietly as he looked down.

“So you flew all the way out here for nothing then?” She told him. He guessed she was right. His plan had fallen apart, he really had travelled all that way for nothing, but at least he had seen her again. 

“I guess...I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. And I know it means shit to you but...” here goes nothing “every fucking day I was down there all I could think about was you, every...every girl I was ever with I pretend they were you because I fucking in love with you, I have been since we met. I was in love with you whilst I was with Lorraine, I couldn’t marry her because I couldn’t keep pretending that she was you, I couldn’t keep hurting her like that. That’s why I came back to you. But I felt so fucking guilty from the first time we slept together that I couldn’t enjoy it. And then I fucked off to be some sort of hero, I only made things worse. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for hurting you, I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt anyone, but I’ve hurt everyone, and there’s nothing I can do about that....” he stopped talking and still stared at the ground, his heart was pounding against his chest and his blood seemed to run cold. 

There was a thick and painful silence over the two of them for a while as she took in his words, he regretted saying them, he regretted it all, he regretted coming here. 

“...did you think I was just going to forgive you for what you did?” She asked him, her voice sounded pained, and they stabbed into him like knives, but again, he deserved it. “Did-Did you think you were just going to...come in here and tell me you love me and that you’re sorry and that I would forgive you? That I would tell you the same?”

Yes. “N-No...I didn’t...” he mumbled.

“Good,” she nodded “because I’m not. And you may think you were doing the right thing by coming here and telling me the truth, but I preferred not knowing, because now I’m going to have to carry the weight of knowing that every girl you’ve fucked since meeting me was used as a substitute for me. Do you understand how wrong that is? You used all of those girls, you used Lorraine, all because you didn’t have the fucking balls to tell me how you felt! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She yelled to him.

Now he knew the extent of how badly he had fucked up. She never yelled, she never raised her voice to anyone, him least of all. But how the tables had turned. 

Javier didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say to her. What could he say? Nothing he said would ever make her forgive him, she made that pretty damn clear. It was a waste of time. 

“I think you should leave..” she said after a short moment of silence, her voice a lot quieter than it had been “before my fiancé gets home...” 

“You’re getting married?” He whispered as he looked up at her. Those words had stopped his heart, he had lost her, officially.

“Yes” her answer was simple and short. He didn’t need, nor did he want any more details than that. 

He stood from the chair and made his way over to the door, she didn’t move, but he could let himself out. But he wanted to linger in her life for as long as possible.

“I know you don’t believe it,” he began, his hand resting on the door handle “but my love for you has made me a better person now. And I wish I could take away all the pain I gave you, but I hope he does instead. And I hope you know you’ve changed me, and I hope he makes you happy...happier than I ever could”

She didn’t respond to his words. She looked away from him and he took that as his cue to leave her life for good. It was for the best, for both of them. The heartache and pain would come to an end and maybe they would be happy.

But as he left her home, her life, walking down the nearly empty street of her neighbourhood, he couldn’t help but think, but know, she would always, always be his one true love.

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24/07/20

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña fanfic #narcos #angst #Pedro Pascal #fanfic

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Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 2

Note: ok so I know that not all of the boys, meaning both twins, live with the others. And I know my update schedule sucks but I go in a block and funk. Sorry guys. I just want you to read something I would read and truly enjoy. Also, I think I may make this a Haz fic bc ones about hin deserves more love and notes.

No one really reads these but I also think I'll write this for Harrison bc when Tom posted the pic of Nadia, it shattered the illusion in my head lol and it feels weird to a certain extent to write when he is most likely dating her. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for him and he doesn't know I exist, but it feels odd idk. So im pausing on Tom stuff atm lol. Harrison is single as far as publicly that ik so thats that 😅

Pairing: Harrison x Reader (most likely)

Warnings: mentions of weed, alcohol, and swearing. I enjoy all these things responsibly and ik im not the only one. As always stop reading if you dont like something.

Part 1 here initial teaser here (got around 100 notes soo 😎 check that out)

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“Alrighty boys. That’s enough about me, tell me about yourselves. I only know this one from the big screen and that 2 of you are brothers.” You gestured to Tom as you spoke about him. “And from basic eavesdropping I gather you are all very close.” 

Tom smiled, “Actually I’m a brother to the twins, older obviously.” It was fun having a celeb lounging in your hot tub, drinking a beer with you. “But yeah I am an actor, Spider-Man as you probably know. Harrison’s an actor too!”

“Oh my god you are! I watched Catch-22 on Hulu! Comedy my ass..! I balled my eyes out several times.” He had the nerve to laugh in response. “Don’t laugh! That shit got intense quick. Then the shot where you all are swimming? Killed me. I don't know how I didn't notice you. Sorry!”

“Did you at least like it?” He smiled and asked hopefully. When you nodded yes he beamed! “Well then that’s all that matters. I will say an American accent is hard.”

You brought your beer up to your lips. “Yeah because your guys’ accent is so easy. You make fun of how different areas in America have different accents but it’s the same here!” They nodded in agreement at your words. You leaned your head back a tad and enjoyed the warm water. “Southern accents have different twangs bepending on the area, I have family that lives closer to New England, that's something all in its own. Just like here. You got London, Wales, some place called Essex and other places more north of here. It's not just the US." You reached over for your joint to finish it amongst the bubbles. "Now for real. Tell me about yourselves. Harrison you start I guess."

"Why me?"

"Shorter wikipedia page." You smirk as you re-lit your herb. The guys laughed and made 'ooh' noises to tease. "I'm kidding! Relax a touch. I just picked your name because you are right in front of me."

"Well I've known this lot since we were all kids. Tom and I went to school together and we have been stuck with each other since. I was his personal assistant for a while too." You listened as he spoke. Sweat was building up on his face from the hot tub. It added a nice shine to his, and everyone's faces. In order to avoid makeup running everywhere you sat up as you listened to him. You watched his eyes watch your movements as you took a hit and slowly exhaled. Almost like he was relaxing from watching someone relax from getting high without actually doing so. He kept going and you realized you zoned out a tad. "And then I wanted to do more than just model so I did more auditions and Catch-22 became my biggest so far."

You nodded, noting you heard and were listening. "That's cool and all but tell me like favorite song, movie, animal! Hahaha it isn't everyday famous people are in my hot tub. I'm going to savor this first encounter!" He smiled and answered your sort of questions. You offered the joint around before it finished. Tom passed, Tuwaine and Harrison took quick hits though. "But yeah that is me. Now someone else go so I don't have the spot light on me anymore." He looked at you as he said that and handed you the last bit. You winked in thanks, and to flirt lightly. (Shoot your shot right?) "Same questions to you love."

You responded your favorite song, movie, and color to him. "Yeah I like a bit of everything. But funny movies are my favorite. Obviously I like Marvel too Tom don't worry. Same goes for music but my preference ranges from new pop to older rock. I grew up on 80s alternative pop stuff." You smiled at him and he beamed in pride at the brand he represented. "Ok Sam you now."

Sam starts talking about his life and Harrison goes to grab more drinks. At this point the sun as almost finished setting and you tell the blonde how to turn the deck lights on. Soon the rows of edison bulbs flick on and a lovely mood is set. The glow isn't too bright and adds a nice light to your summer tanned skin. What you don't know is that the gentlemen appreciated the glow as well. However, they are too polite to say anything too bold after just meeting you.

If you could read minds or be sober enough to detect a certain lack of subtlety you would pick up on how the single men checked you out as you got out of the tub to get rid of the roach. Polite of course, 20 something men are going to appreciate a beautiful American girl right in front of them.

And if they could read your mind they would hear how you were taking in Tom and Harrison's jaw lines and toned muscles. How you appreciated Tuwaine's smile and height. Then add the twin's curls and freckles to the list and they'd think you were picking them like boys from a catalogue. Despite the slight oggling on your part, your eyes always wandered back to the blonde hair blue eyed boy the most. He seemed a little more laid back then Tom. Probably just because one was working more than the other, but that was just initial vibes you got. Regardless of vain appearance choices and vibe preference, all these boys were wonderful and you were just lucky enough your uncle's hot tub fit them all nicely.

Tuwaine smiled cheekily and spoke up. "Alright, we all have fresh drinks and proper buzzes. Let's make it fun and play a game. So Y/N, you went to college in the states, give us a classic drinking game and show us what you got."

"Ha! I don't know what you're looking for but I assume never have I ever is universal? You can't play kings or flip cup in a hit tub. Hold up 5 fingers, put them down if you've done said thing, drink as well."

"No fingers, just play till we are right pissed." Harry grinned and everyone else went along with it. "I will start. Never have I ever- wait this a normal game or sexy version?"

You said you didn't care and Tom said what the hell, so he continued. "Never have I ever gotten walked in on during a scandelous activity." Tom and Harrison both drank and groaned saying they have both walked in on each other at some point in life. Tuwaine continued.

"Never have I ever fooled around while someone else is in the room." There was a pause and no one drank. But then you rose your beer to your lips and they all looked at you in a manner of surprise and demand for explination.

Shrugging you said, "Old drunken hookup in school. We didn't know his roommate was in his top bunk asleep until it was too late. The mistake we made was keeping on going when we thought we heard him, because we did..."

"Wow Y/N. Learning a lot about the neighbor girl right away!"

"Shut up this game was your idea!" You laughed as you spoke in response to his teasing. "But whatever it's my turn now anyway. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." That got all but Harrison and you felt proud for getting them. "Alright so you are either morons or were in a rush to send that sext."

Tom defended himself saying her name was Sam and it was instant regret the second he realized.

Sam glared at him and said, "Yeah no one enjoyed that bro. I'm still shaken up about it."

"Get over yourself it was like 5 years ago! And you accidentally sent your friend Jake one, so pot, kettle, hi both black."

"It was detailed!"

You just sat there amused taking this all in. "I am so glad this happened tonight." You said more to yourself than them.

"Darling if this ends up in the tabloids we will never speak again." They were teasing with the threat. "But come on this is good let's keep going. Never have I ever done it in a car." You, Sam, and Tuwaine all drank and giggled.

The game continued on and another round of drinks were had. You learned Tuwaine had said the wrong name in bed. Also, that both Harry and Harrison have fooled around during family functions. In return they learned that you've hooked up in a college classroom and in a restaurant bathroom. That ended up getting you and your former boyfriend kicked out of the establishment. Towards the final round all were getting sleepier but still in a good mood.

"Never have I ever had sex high." Harrison challenged the group. No one drank. "Wait really? Thought I'd get you with that. Finish your beer and all." He looked at you as he spoke.

"Nope. Just never happened now that I've thought about it. Huh. You'd think right? But nope. Not that I'm opposed." You ended your statement by glancing his way while finishing your beer anyway. Harrison just watched the way your neck moved as you tilted your head back. "Ok boys this was fun but I am gettin tired."

Tom nodded. "Same here. Thank you for having us darling, it was fun!" The others spoke in agreement and you smiled at them saying they were welcomed back anytime. They offered to help clean but you grabbed the remaining bottles and told them you were good. After final goodbyes, you told them to not he strangers, you were all in your respective homes.

You went to bed pretty quick. Next door, at their place Tom, Harrison, and Sam lingered to get some water before bed. "She was really cool." Sam said while sipping water.

Harrison hummed in agreement. "Yeah I think so too. Very chill and all that."

Sam smirked and playfully said, "You just think she's fit mate." There was a pause.

"Well she is." It was Tom who said that and the others looked at him in playful shock. "What I'm not blind! She is! She's isn't some shy girl freaking out over us. She's cheeky and just seems normal about us living next to her. More Harrison's type though I'd say."

Sam laughed. "Yeah he always liked the classic American 'girl next door' type. Just a bonus she is actually American this time." They paused for Harrison to negate their statements but he just sipped his water and looked at them with a glint in his eyes. "Told you." Sam said as he took a sip. "She is better than half the models either of you bring back. Nuerons fire and she can keep a conversation. Not that all models are like that! But come on you went out with some stereotypes." Neither could disagree. Sometimes you just want to have a date with the beautiful face. Long term needs substance though, and both Tom and Harrison thought you had it all.

"We need to invite her over tomorrow, and any time she's free." Groundwork was to be established and Harrison was determined to get to know you more.

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