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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook/platonic!OT7

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 [Part 4: Skies]

In which you realize that you're no longer alone.

Main tags/Warnings: Werewolf!Jungkook, Werewolf!Bangtan, strangers/enemies to lovers, romantic Jungkook x reader, Platonic bangtan x reader, eventual smut, mentions of past emotional/psychological manipulation, hurt and comfort, fluff!, some Angst, mostly fluff tho

Length: 5k words

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A/N: hi I really like this fic and I refuse to let it end up in the basement

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You've become rather stubborn and even after consulting a specialist- you just refuse to take any of the meds despite Jungkook's clear advice to take them for now. And while he can understand you, somewhat, there are simply consequences to that choice you made.

"I'll leave your groceries in front of your door then." He says with a sigh, and you feel yourself sit straighter now at the other end of the call. "It's probably not a good idea for me to actually come inside if you're off your meds-" he begins, and you panic.

"I can just take them right now!" You hurry out, not wanting to be alone. "I can take them now, and you.. come back later? I don't know.." You mumble, and Jungkook fights a little with himself as he walks into the hallway of your apartment building to enter the elevator, finger of the hand that's holding the plastic bag pressing the right button. "I don't want to be alone.." You say, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair in front of your door.

"Listen, I know, trust me I get it." He says. "But I'm not sure what the effect of me might be on you right now." He admits. "You might feel like you want me close right now, but once I'm there that could instantly change. Those mood swings can be wild, I'm telling you!" He laughs, attempting to change your mind.

"...how do you know?" You wonder quietly, though you're not sure if you want to know the answer to that. Of course he's probably been with other wolves in the past. Pretty ones who know themselves well and are proud and all that. Maybe he's seeing someone right now. You wouldn't be surprised- he's pretty handsome and a nice guy too.. one would be stupid to pass up on an opportunity to date him. Do wolves even date? Or do they just kind of.. live in a pack?

What do wolf-relationships look like? And why do you even think about that with him? He's clearly just your friend, nothing more than that.

"My mom is an omega." Jungkook cuts through your thoughts. "And trust me, she kicks me out randomly whenever I visit unannounced just because she can't stand my alpha-smell!" He laughs, but you're quiet. Of course his parents are wolves too. Yours were one's too- but you'll never have that at all. You'll never have that kind of family that Jungkook has. And even if he was interested in you, what would his parents even think of you?

A girl that was hidden away because her own stepmother was ashamed of what she was. Who'd want that?

"Hey." Jungkook speaks through the phone, before he knocks on your door. "Let's.. maybe you can take a peak and decide if you can handle it?" He offers as a compromise, and you get up to answer the door, unsure what he's talking about since you don't feel anything at all the moment you crack the door open to look at him dressed in a leather jacket.

And then it hits you, and you know exactly what he meant- though not in the way he explained it.

You're basically salivating at the thought of having him close- and it's not at all in any sexual sense whatsoever. Just the sight of him makes you feel like you're starving, like you're gonna pass out if he's not holding you up any second now, and he visibly seems to understand as he gently pushes the door a bit further open. "You can kick me out any time." He reassures you. "Won't be mad at all, promise." Jungkook makes sure you know, and you nod, stepping back reluctantly to let him inside.

You feel like a creep. He could literally have a girlfriend and you're here acting like he's your long lost army husband coming home from war!

"I bought all that you said you needed, and some extra things, just in case." He explains as he sets the bag down in the kitchen, before he turns, probably some of his senses tingling or something as you simply nod at him, avoiding eye contact. He doesn't really elaborate on what 'just in case' means- but you're also not in the mood for any of it, body not feeling like your own at the moment. "You know, it's okay to give in." He chuckles. Considering you've not kicked him out yet, and going after your scent alone, he knows exactly what you're struggling with.

"No.. I- I don't want to overstep some boundary, you know.." You shrug to yourself. "I know.. I know I wouldn't want my boyfriend to like, cuddle with some stranger girl in her apartment and all that.." You begin, before you cringe. "Oh god I don't know why I brought that up I'm sorry-"

"It's completely fine, really." He laughs. "And understandable. Omegas tend to be pretty physical most of the time- nothing wrong with that." Jungkook explains. "And- I also don't have a girlfriend right now, so no worries there either." The wolf tells you, making you nod a bit awkwardly.

You feel nauseous even though you've actually taken at least the minimum of your medication before he came, just out of panic. It's like you're going to cry and sob and throw a tamper tantrum if he's not getting close in the next few minutes. This is stupid. How long will it take for your dumb pills to take effect and make you normal again?

What even is normal at this point?

Jungkook moves to shed his jacket, a wave of his scent hitting you so much it makes you have to adjust your position a little as to not sway and fall over, and if he noticed he chooses not to comment on it, simply leading you towards something he's already spotted.

Your couch is covered in blankets and pillows and sweaters even. You're nesting, and you probably have no idea you're even doing it.

"I have to cook though-" you weakly argue, absolutely his slave however as he sits down in the blanket mess with you, helping you to lean closer to him- and the moment you catch his scent so strong, you're a goner, all shame thrown out the window as you pretty much push him onto his back to lay on him, arms and legs around him to keep him close and immobile- but all he does is laugh a little under his breath and grab a stray blanket thrown over the back of the couch to put it over your back. He moves a bit to adjust the things underneath his head and back a bit, but he soon settles, hand on your back running up and down in a soothing motion.

It's not all that bad actually, at least not when he's around like this.

You can feel how heightened your senses are like this- from your hearing to your sense of smell and even taste, somehow the tips of your fingers feel more sensitive to touch just as much. "...will I ever get used to it?" You worry, and Jungkook nods.

"I'm sure of it." He agrees optimistically. "And I'll be there every step of the way." Jungkook promises, making you cling just a little closer to him.

And as you fall asleep, he can't help but think just how good you feel in his arms like this, safe and protected-

and most of all warm, as your scent lulls him to sleep as well.

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When you wake up a few hours later, it seems like you're getting a taste of what Jungkook's wolf behaviour can actually look like if he's not awake enough to really control himself like he does whenever he’s typically around you these days.

Because the moment you attempt to get up, a growl leaves him, rumbling from deep within his chest- a warning for you to stay put, as he instead moves around a bit with his arms around you, and at this point, it's his body that almost entirely covers yours, as if to hide you away beneath him. There's no sexual intentions, that much is clear- and it also, surprisingly, doesn't scare you.

Like a voice is there, deep down in the back of your brain, telling you that this isn't something to be panicking about.

But you really need to go use the bathroom, bladder screaming for you to get up and relieve yourself- so you slip out under his arms, before you rush to enter the small room, closing the door behind you. It’s odd how.. Good you feel with him in your home, like there’s nothing to worry about at all as long as he’s here. Even the thought of your potential future to come doesn’t appear as scary as it usually does.

He’d told you you’ll be part of his pack if you end up failing your evaluation. So you’ll be fine, right?

Will Namjoon even accept you? He appeared to be very friendly, so he might. But there’s always a potential that having a female in the group could prove to be too difficult to handle. Would Jungkook stay with you in that case? Or at least help you find another pack that wants you?

You’re drying your hands after washing them when you hear something fall in the living room, opening the bathroom door to take a look- when Jungkook exhales in relief at the sight of you, visibly distressed. “Something wrong?” You wonder, and he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair to sort himself.

“No- no no, just.. Some stupid instinct stuff, don’t worry about it.” He laughs off, though you can see how he fidgets around still, so you walk a little closer, unsure.

“I.. Uhm, can I help you?” You ask, and he looks up at that, a bit confused. “I mean, you look a little.. I don’t know. I feel like I should do something to help you..” You mumble, and at that, his expression softens.

“It’s called nurturing instinct.” He explains. “Common with wolves of your subgender. But uh.. Mostly towards, you know.. Young wolves or..” He fidgets around a bit again, before he plays with his lip piercing. “..or.. towards mates.” He shrugs, as if he doesn’t care- but he does a horrible job at masking his emotions.

“Oh.” You simply answer, a bit surprised. “Does one like.. Choose a mate? Or is it some sort of..” Jungkook laughs a little, walking towards the mess of blankets on the couch with you, where you instantly hide your legs beneath the soft fabrics, Jungkook doing the same before his hands reach out to help you adjust the blankets.

“It’s not some magical soulmate thing.” He chuckles. “People believe it is, but it’s not.” He shrugs. “It’s just a combination of.. Emotional connection and some instincts sprinkled in. Really not that different from regular relationships.” He explains to you, and you nod.

“So because I like you, I want to.. Take care of you?” You wonder, and he nods, before his head snaps towards you, as if he just realized what you said. “What?”

“Nothing!” He barks out almost, looking away. “Just uh.. I like you too. So, that’s why I got.. Kind of clingy earlier when we were asleep.” He mumbles.

“Oh. It didn’t actually bother me at all.” You make sure to tell him. “Just.. I needed to pee, so that’s why I kind of ran off like that.” You giggle, visibly making him relax again.

“I was about to apologize the hell out of that situation.” He laughs. “I- it’s something my pack is a bit worried about. I’m not just a standard alpha after all, and neither are you just an omega. So they wonder if I could become a bit too much for you to handle, considering your situation.” He admits.

“Your pack cares too.” You shrug, and he nods. “I appreciate that. I.. don’t know why I’m so calm now, I think it’s probably some sort of instinct stuff since you’re here-” You say, before you get comfortable under all the blankets again. “-but I feel.. A lot more calm about all of this.”

“Yeah that might just be.. Well, me.” He laughs, watching you get comfortable next to him. “I tend to have that effect on people. Even my own pack.” Jungkook explains, settling down as well now.

There’s a bit of silence between the two of you, a moment Jungkook uses to watch you for a little bit, especially the way you seem to look at his hands with a bit of longing almost. “We should.. Practice for my evaluation.” You mumble, but he just chuckles.

“We got time.” He softly disagrees. “Right now I want to.. Figure out what kind of ‘liking’ you were talking about earlier.” He teases, leaning his head on the backrest of the couch while you whine in complaint, squirming a bit. “Come on, you can tell me! I wanna know.” Jungkook presses, and you huff.

“...it’s probably just.. Your smell or something.” You deny, but he grins impishly.

“Just told you though, it doesn’t work like that.” He laughs. “If you’re not sure yet I get it- but I’d like to know if there’s.. At least some sort of connection that you feel towards me. So I know where I’m at.” The wolf shrugs. “Or rather what I can aim at.”

“Aim?” You wonder.

“In terms of, if it’s okay for me to.. Approach you romantically.” He admits.

“Would you.. Want that?” You ask, and he nods.

“But only if you’re okay with it too.” Jungkook makes sure to let you know. “Right now, I’m not head over heels or anything like that. Just.. Interested. You seem like the kind of girl I’d be happy with.” He admits. “But if you don’t have any interest in me like that, that’s cool too. I’ll simply be your friend then.” He explains to you, and you nod.

“I.. I like you.. Like that. But I don’t want something like.. Right now.” You admit.

“Alright, fair.” He nods. “Wasn’t going to jump you right here and now anyways. Just wanted to know where you’d like to go with me.” He shrugs.

“Is it okay if we like.. Take it slow?” You ask, and he nods.

“Absolutely.” the wolf agrees, and at that, you calm down, visibly so- making him relax as well as he settles down with you, holding you close beneath the numerous blankets on the couch.

Falling asleep with you just a little longer, because you’ve got time, after all.

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“What’s this all about?” You ask, as the employee closes the door to the room, leaving you alone with a wolf you’re not familiar with.

Jungkook has told you he’d like to ask his pack to help prepare you for both your upcoming evaluation, and for what’s to come in general- and you agreed to let them help you, which brought you into todays situation. Min Yoongi has tagged along with Jungkook to a training center specializing in instinct control and helps young wolves practice around in a safe environment. It also offers some specific physical therapy for elderly that struggle with shifting- and you feel oddly taken care of here, everything looking very inviting, bright and clean.

“Jungkook will be watching from the outside.” Yoongi tells you, nodding towards what appears to be a mirror- but is actually a one-way window.

“Why isn’t he here?” You worry a little, sitting down in the middle of the room like the instructor had explained to you earlier. You’re wearing simple clothing- just a top, comfortable leggings, socks, no shoes. You had to take off all jewellery and accessories outside, just like the wolf sitting in front of you with a good amount of distance.

There’s no furniture inside here. The walls and the floor are padded. Insulated. Scratch-resistant, as the employee had told you with pride.

“Because this won’t be pleasant.” Yoongi says with honesty.

“What’s.. Gonna happen to me?” You ask timidly. You actualy appreciate how honest and upfront Yoongi is- he seems very rough and nonchalant, but you like that he’s not masking his words or emotions.

It’s comforting.

“It’s different for everyone.” He explains. “The only thing you need to keep in mind is that nothing is going to happen to you.” The wolf offers. “You won’t be harmed. You can’t die here. You’re safe.” He tells you, when a short tune plays, signalling an announcement.

“We’ll begin the training now. Please try and stay relaxed.” The instructor says, and you look at Yoongi uneasy, a very faint sound being emitted from a corner before it stops again.

It’s quiet between the two of you. You’re not sure what you’re training for, right now.

Suddenly, you feel weird. Your muscles ache, as if you’ve sat in an odd position all day, bones stiff as you shiver a little. You’re not cold, but your fingers still tingle as if you’ve been holding ice all day- lips becoming dry. “You can move freely, by the way.” Yoongi offers, voice a lot gentler now. “Everyone deals with this differently.”

“Deals with what differently?” You ask, adjusting your legs a little before you arch your back, unable to get rid of that odd unease you have in your limbs.

“Shifting.”

Your eyes snap towards him, and he even cracks a smile for a second, before he adjusts his own position a bit. “You won’t be actually shifting right now, don’t worry.” He reassures you. “But you will feel like it. Or at least, it’ll feel similar.” He offers.

You’re standing up now. Pacing. You can’t stand still.

Whatever it is, it’s making you feel like your clothes are itchy, burning in every spot they touch your skin. You’re trembling too, as if you’re freezing- but you don’t feel cold at all, if anything, it’s the opposite. You run your hands through your hair. For some reason it bothers you, makes you want to pull it out from your scalp.

Tears knock at the backs of your eyes. Why do you feel like crying?

“Why- why do you not.. React at all?” You ask, trying to distract yourself. Yoongi shrugs.

“I’ve been shifting for years. I’m used to it.” He offers. “It’s not like I don’t feel it. I just handle it better.”

You take a deep breath, remembering what he’d told you. You’re fine, you’ll be okay, nothing is going to happen to you.

“Jungkook is probably just as fidgety as you right now.” The alpha chuckles.

“Why?” You wonder, walking around aimlessly before your entire situation gets worse. You don’t know this, but on the other side of the room’s one-way window, you’re very much constantly watched by both Jungkook, and trained staff to make sure you’re alright. Your vitals are being measured.

You’re safe, just like Yoongi said.

Though Jungkook still feels oddly uneasy watching you like that, the way you begin to cry from the sheer discomfort you feel, instincts so clear now as you walk towards a corner to rest your back against it, curling up on yourself with your backside against the wall. He wants to comfort you, help you feel better, but he knows it’s better like this. They won’t put you through the full course today- just a taste, to ease you into things.

You’re doing great already. He feels oddly proud almost.

Yoongi watches you from his spot, looking almost completely unfazed by it all. What he does do however is slowly approach you as you whimper to yourself, curled up into a ball as you try and fight this all on your own. Jungkook watches as the wolf in the room with you sits right in front of you, gaining your attention.

“You’re not alone.” He tells you, making you watch him while your head feels ready to burst open like a balloon. “and it would be the smartest decision to realize that now.”

“...why.” You ask, barely heard.

“Because the help you need is right in front of you.” He says, and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s saying. So, as you slowly open up a bit more, you let yourself just exist.

Jungkook is right. The only way to face this properly, is to accept it all first and foremost.

And so you let your instincts do their thing, as Yoongi seems to instantly catch onto it, opening his arms to accept you clinging to him. It’s normal omega behavior- the company and affection of packmates ease a lot of pain and anxieties, and you feel it right now, too, as you let him hold you.

It doesn’t magically make this experience easy- but it makes it definitely more manageable.

The second the training is over, you feel immediate relief- something hissing in the corners of the room, and it’s as if you can finally breathe fresh air again, throbbing head finally easing up. You basically melt into a puddle of tired muscle and he’s quick to hold you, surprisingly comforting as he watches the door open to let in Jungkook.

“Hey.” He softly tells you, and you reach out to him- though you stay close go Yoongi as well, somewhat surprised how Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe because they’re friends? Maybe that’s why there’s no obvious jealousy.? “you did great.” He praises, and you lean back from Yoongi to compose yourself again, wiping your cheeks in embarrassment.

“..that was.. odd.” You mumble, and Jungkook helps you stand up again, both wolves leading you out the room to have one last checkup before you leave again. “so that’s.. somewhat what shifting will feel like?” You ask a nurse, who laughs.

“a little. It’s not quite the same- but the simulation is the best we have to prepare you for it.” She explains, while she checks your vitals. “and considering that you have a pack, you’ll do just fine. The first time is always scary.” She smiles, looking at Jungkook who happily nods, while Yoongi has his back turned towards you.

Back home, by yourself, you let the entire day run through you once more. From the feelings in the room, to the way Yoongi soothed you, up towards Jungkook driving you back home- things are so much different than what you thought wolves would live like. This feels a lot more intertwined and connected than your own family life ever did- why would your mother keep that from you?

Maybe you’ll call her, in the future. To ask her why she took care of you even if she knew what you were. To question why she would even involve herself with a child like you were if she hated wolves so much.

But not today.

And not tomorrow, either.

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This is embarrassing.

You can’t sleep. You keep waking up, windows open or windows closed, you feel watched, chased, never safe. And the worst is when you actually do end up asleep, you dream of Jungkook, and the pack, and then you wake up and realize you’ve barely slept half an hour even.

Your eyes sting whenever you close them. You feel drained, and it’s not even three in the morning.

Are they still awake too? Probably not. They all have their routines down, their a pack, a family, something you can only really fantasize about. What if you’ll disrupt that peace and quiet they have established for themselves? Sure, Jungkook didn’t seem to mind you clinging to Yoongi yesterday, but what about the rest of his fanily- surely this will just end in disaster.

You sit up in bed. You can’t sleep.

You turn on a documentary on your phone to watch, but it really doesn’t help much to force you into slumber- if anything, the screen just starts to give you a headache, so you stop the video after not even twenty minutes in. This is stupid. You never had issues sleeping- so why now?

You’re only taking half the dosage of your medication that you used to get. And this dose will be cut in half by the end of the month as well, to slowly prepare you for the time when you’ll be off of them entirely.

You already have pamphlets and little books about the changes to come- from your first instincts pushing through, to other.. intimate things, such as how your periods will change, and what to expect from your first heat. It’s a lot to take in, really, and while doing your research these days, you realized just how complex the world of a werewolf really is. From specialized hotels that care for lone wolves during their heats, to other programs helping single packless wolves stay healthy in mind and soul. Weekly social activities, phone counseling, personal health care just for wolves without a pack make you feel oddly comforted.

You’re not alone. That’s the slogan almost all these companies use on their ads.

Maybe you should make an appointment soon. Just to have things figured out- and so that Jungkook doesn’t feel like his pack has to take you in. Sure, You like him, and it’s clear that he likes you too, but is that enough? Can wolves from different packs even be together?

There’s so much you still need to learn. Just thinking about it makes your head spin.

Your phone vibrates with a message. You tap on it, to see the sender- Jungkook- still online.

‘Hey, just wanted to check in if you’re alright.’ Is written, and you reply.

‘Yeah, why do you ask?’ You respond with, and he instantly starts to type on the other end.

‘I couldn’t sleep.’ He sends you. ‘neither could Yoongi, and then I saw you were online half an hour ago’ he continues. ‘so I figured you must be still up’

‘I can’t sleep.’ You admit, and at that, your phone vibrates with an incoming call from him.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He yawns, and you’re a bit confused. “Yoongi said you’ve been up since around one or two AM.” He chuckles.

“How does he know?” You wonder astonished, when the lower voice answers.

“I was working, and saw you online multiple times.” He chuckles. “It’s not rocket science.”

“Oh.” You mumble, realizing that it was actually pretty reasonable. He was probably texting with someone and checked up on you as well- but that doesn’t explain why Jungkook seems to know as well. “But wait, why can’t Jungkook sleep?” You ask.

“Because we’ve bonded more than you did with Yoongi.” He replies. “it’s like.. an instinct you could say. I could sense something off.” He tells you, and you just take it in. All of this is so complex and difficult to understand sometimes.

“Its most likely the stress from yesterday.” Yoongi reassures. “either that, or your instincts are pushing through. You’re an omega- they don’t do well on their own.” He bluntly states, while you hear some clicking from a computer mouse. “did you not tell her she could sleep here as well?”

“What, no I did!” Jungkook defends himself. “I think? Wait, I did tell you, right?” He asks you now, and you think for a second.

“uhm.. I don’t think so?” You answer. “but even so, I wouldn’t want to intrude-“

“Jungkook are you a whelp?” yoongi is heard scolding.

“I forgot!” He defends himself. “hey- okay so, you can really sleep here as well, it’s no bother, believe me.” Jungkook tells you now. “Namjoon was actually wondering why you aren’t here yet. His cousin is an omega too, so he knows how to handle a lot of stuff.” He explains.

“Wouldn’t it be.. awkward?” You ask, hesitating.

“Tripping in public is awkward, yet millions of people do it everyday.” Yoongi answers stoically. “if you want to stay here, stay here. If you don’t, don’t. We wouldn’t be offering it if we wouldn’t be okay with you.” Yoongi explains, and oddly enough, it helps you feel better.

“..is there anything specific I should take along with me?” You start, when Jungkook cuts you off.

“I’ll help you pack your stuff-“ he starts, when something clattering is heard. “what?”

“Jungkook you dog, it’s four in the morning!” Yoongi whines. “You’re going to wake up the whole pack!” He complains, when a door is heard opening. “see? Now Jimin is awake and that means the entire woods know about it!”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!” the new voice argues, before he laughs. “I’m just curious, you’re acting like spies in here.”

“did you- Jimin, you left the door open!” Yoongi complains. “and the stupid kid left his phone here too..” he sighs, while you can’t help but laugh.

“Well, at least she’s having fun.” Jimin giggles along.

“For now. Wait until she finds out Jungkook snores in his sleep.” Yoongi teases.

“Hey, it’s not that bad!” Jungkook complains, making them laugh as their voices fade into the background, the wolf having taken back his phone after having grabbed the car keys. “I’m gonna come over now, and we can either nap first and pack later, or pack first and nap later.” He tells you.

“Its.. thank you.” You tell him.

“No problem.” He answers easily.

“you’re not alone.”

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Finish the Job

Yandere!Jake Lockley x GN!reader

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Summary: After months living in a room with only Jake, Steven and Marc as company, you can't say you aren't content most of the time. Sometimes, however you make a little trouble and Jake reminds you that he is the only one who can keep you safe.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere!Jake. Reader is kidnapped. Implied/referenced rape (reader 'never said no' according to jake, but rather just gave in after an unclosed amount of time bc they were lonely/manipulated. The circumstances of this are v vague but remember, if you feel like you have to, its not consent.) Jake Lockley typical violence. Referenced past abuse.

A/N: I began writing this fem reader, as most of my fics are since I am fem, but I realized there was no reason this couldn't be gender neutral. So, that's what it is. If I missed changing anything that makes it seem like reader is fem presenting, lmk and I'll edit it but I looked through this several times.

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You couldn’t say the bed was uncomfortable. You couldn’t say the room was bland or boring. You couldn’t say you had nothing to do. It was a great room, actually. If you were being honest, you loved it here…

The problem was you couldn’t leave. When the man had taken you, it took a while to figure out what was going on with him; it was Steven that explained it, the DID. Honestly, maybe the mental disorder should have scared you more, but you were well versed in different disorders so it wasn’t something that phased you, rather than just made it a challenge to navigate your situation. You were given book after book after book to read, to entertain you when outside of Marc Steven and Jake’s company; it didn't matter how many you went through, you just had them. If you were feeling brave, you made requests but honestly after the boredom of the first month while you were still fighting it, you took what you could get. You were even given a laptop, although it couldn’t possibly connect to the internet, but you were writing. They didn’t even make you show them what you wrote, but Steven would often sit on the bed while you read to him your poems or short stories. You were saving your novel for when it’s finished.

Some days were better than others. 

Some days you and Steven talked for hours.

Some days you and Marc marathonned Star Wars.

Some days Jake held you so warm and so tightly you forgot they kidnapped you.

Today was not one of those days.

You were angry, you were upset, you missed your friends and you missed the outside, you wanted fresh air and you didn’t want to spread your legs for a man that took you away from everything you knew and wanted. 

“Why are you giving me so much fucking attitude today?!” Jake shouts at you, pacing the floor of your room so aggressively he had your throw rug all twisted up.

You were sat up on your bed, shouting back. “You KIDNAPPED ME, you HURT ME you RAPE ME-”

“CALLATE!” He screamed, storming towards you so fast you flinch and scramble back to the wall. “You know I don’t like when you call it that!”

A sardonic laugh. “What? Rape?”

“I never forced you! I never held you down! I never got you too drunk or high to resist-”

“YOU TOOK ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, WHAT OTHER OPTION DID I HAVE!”

His face is suddenly right up to yours, so close your nose brushed his briefly as he speaks in a dark, quiet voice. “I never heard you say no, mi vida”

He was right. You hadn’t. But they had worn you down, twisted your mind so much that eventually you just began… giving in.

He continued talking, his voice rumbling with the low octive “I only hurt you in the beginning, carino. Just until you began to listen. You needed it, didn’t you? Someone to take you away from everything, take care of you, feed you. Baby, we adore you, and it hurts us when you fight like this.”

Your eyes wheeled up with tears at his words. It’s true, you had become so dependent on them… you weren’t sure you could even shower alone anymore. You’d be lucky if you remembered how to toast bread. Sickeningly, a part of you liked it. You liked he cared for, pampered, adored, and fuck, worshiped. You had time to write, time to listen to music and podcasts. If you need to look up something for a book or research something from a podcast that interested you, you just asked, and the boys would monitor you. You didn’t really need anything except some goddamn freedom. What was that they said in The Handmaid’s Tale? There’s freedom too, and freedom from… They offered you freedom from, and made that clear.

“The world is dangerous, precioso. You know that as well as I do… perhaps better.” With a cocked eyebrow, Jake referenced your past trauma’s, forcing the tears to spill over. “You are too precious, too perfect to be put at risk again. Your family didn’t protect you, but I will.”

Still, you are ever-defiant, shaking your head. “N-no… you aren’t protecting me. You’re hurting me…” but even then, you couldn’t manage much conviction. You hadn’t so much as burned your tongue since Steven, Marc, and Jake took you, and he was right… the rest was just discipline. 

Jake frowned, but simple stood up. He went over to your desk, taking out a Glee notepad he’d found on ebay for you and a pen, tossing them in your direction.

“Write them down, all the names.”

You look at him confused. “W-what names?”

He stalked forward, once again close to you.

“Give me the full name of anyone who has ever hurt you or touched you without your consent.” His gaze was focused, intense. You knew he was on a mission when he looked at you like that.

“I don’t… I don’t know all their full names…”

“If you have workplace addresses, any identifying information that’s helpful. I promise you, I’ll take whatever you give me and I will find them. Every single person who has ever caused you pain.”

“What are you going to do?” You didn’t really need to ask, but you did anyway.

“You and I both know. Now write.”

The list was long, longer than any one person’s list should be. A few, you only remembered their first name so you wrote down what you knew… Jake had his ways. Still, you had some cheek in you, and when Jake looked at the paper, he frowned.

“What the fuck is this.” He smacked the paper with his hand. After the list of people who had violated or harmed you before you came here, were three names Jake recognized right away.

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

“You told me to write the names of anyone who hurt me or touched me without-” SMACK! Your head flung to the side from the backhand, and when your turned back to face him, his hand gripped your throat.

“You think this is funny, carino?” His face pressed against yours. “How do you think Marc would feel if he saw his name on that list?”

Your lip quivered at that… you didn’t want Marc to see. Marc was special to you, and Jake knew it; he often exploited your relationship with his alter for his own benefit.

“I’m sorry” You cried, apologetic.

His grip on you loosened, and he looked back at you with sympathetic eyes. Letting go, he tore the bottom three names off the paper and tucked the offenders into his pocket. “I know you are, amor. Now, you sit here pretty, and don’t worry about a damn thing for the rest of your life, si?”

It took about a month. He never left you for more than one day at a time, but he always made sure you had food and were provided for, even giving you access to the bathroom. You didn’t dare even look for an exit; they wouldn’t have left anything vulnerable, and you were on camera, you knew. It would just cause trouble.

It was after one of those such nights where you were alone that he came back to you, still somehow looking put together after being out all night. You knew he hadn’t slept. You awake to his footsteps, heavy boots on your polished hard wood floor. As you stir, a piece of paper is placed on your pillow.

Sitting up you rub your eyes. “Jake, what’s- ” But you are stopped in the middle of your sentence. Every single name is crossed out on the list you had given him. “Does… does what mean they are dead?”

He steps forward, slipping to stand between your knees and bedding over, placing his hands on your thighs. His face was intensely close to yours, dark eyes piercing yours. You lean forward, accepting him in, existing in his precise. Jake did this for you. You were safe here, none of these people could hurt you… but because they had, whether months ago or decades, it didn’t matter. They were dead because they had crossed you, because they had dared to touch what Jake Lockley laid claim to. Jake, Marc and Steven… they were where you belonged.

 “Jake Lockley finishes the job.”

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@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @howaboutcastiel @the-fox-den @fandxmslxt69

#jake lockley #yandere #yandere jake lockley #dark jake lockley #dark!jake lockley #dark moon knight #moon knight #yandere moon knight #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x gn!reader #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[mentalhomosexual]

My girl .𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖‍

pairing: Kazuha x fem reader

summary: you and zuha finally reunite after being apart for a bit while lesserafim film a music video in another country.

tags: mainly just fluff but gets a bit suggestive in the end 🙇🏽‍♀️ (there might be spelling errors- commas and shit are not where they're supposed to 😭)

You were getting tired of seeing her through a screen. her hoodie that she left for you, covered in her perfume was only doing so much. she was supposed to be home days ago but something went wrong in the shoot and they had to stay for a couple more days, but you were losing your mind. You would call her whining every night about how you couldn't sleep without her and she would stay on the phone till you fall asleep, smiling as she looks at your beautiful face as you rest, softly singing you a lullaby. But as the days pasted she began to get very busy had little to no time to talk to you. Which made you very upset and sad, you knew she had no control over it but still. You are stubborn and she's truly spoiled you rotten with her attention, so when you're not receiving it you act bratty. you ignored her occasional call around lunch time which caused her to blow you up with text

"baby? :("

"why aren't you answering me?"

"we always eat lunch together...💔"

"did i do something wrong?"

"baby just talk to me.."

":(...I have to go now but i call you later"

Are you overreacting? yes. but you can't help but be upset. She knows how you get when she doesn't speak to you when she's out of town. Eventually you couldn't ignore her anymore. Just as you get deep in thought your phone rings and her name flashes on your screen, you quickly answer her facetime call and her worried face fills your phone screen. you feel awful. seeing her look at you like that.. you regretted acting the way you did. her soft voice fills your ears and you immediately feel your body relax.

"Baby...I was so worried...what happened?"

you press your lips together looking away from the screen, embarrassed by your actions.

"I'm sorry...I just miss you so much and you weren't talking to me as much...I got upset.."

you admit shamefully, making eye contact with her again and seeing her face soften.

"my love....if you feel a certain way talk to me about it. please. I love you and i don't wanna ever hurt you"

you feel your checks heat up at the pet name but you nod

"I know baby..I just miss you. look i've been wearing your hoodie everyday basically since you left"

you chuckle as you lift your phone up to show her hoodie on your body as you're curled up in bed.

"Well it looks better on you anyway~ but don't worry i've got good news"

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued by what this news may be,

"oh yeah? and what's that?" you say as you grin

"I'll be home tomorrow!! well You'll probably be asleep when i get there but I'll be there when you wake up~"

she says as she smiles, clearly excited to tell you this, her smile makes your lips curve into a smile as well.

"thank god. im going crazy over here" you pout as kazuha erupts into laughter

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You two stay on the phone basically all night but kazuha eventually has to go and catch her flight but she showers you will reassurance that the both of you will spend all day together and she will make up for lost time, she blows you a kiss before hanging up and you feel more at ease now that the air has been cleared, you lay your head on your pillow and fall asleep thinking of kazuha being there.

It soon gets to be 5 in the morning and you start to hear noises in your sleep, you crack open your eyes and you see kazuha taking off her jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair before changing into her pajamas. when she turns she's met with your half sleep expression

"hi baby, sorry if i woke you, i was trying to be quiet"

she whispered softly as she slipped into bed with you. you immediately cling to her, burying your face in her chest. Kazuha holds you as she plays with your hair

"I'm so glad you're home my love"

you say lowly as you sit up and place yourself in your rightful spot, Kazuha's lap 😋 you both look into each others eyes, sitting in comfortable silence yet so much is being said.

"you know....you look very sexy in my hoodie~"

Zuha hums as she caresses your face, looking into your eyes longingly. you smirk and lean into her touch

"yeah? I look a mess right now, I literally just woke up"

you chuckle as teasingly leaned in closer to her face

"Well to me...my beautiful girl always looks good. and seeing you in my clothes just add to that~"

she praises you as she meets you half way and starts to kiss you. The kisses start off sensual and slow but eventually Zuha's hands began to roam your curves that she loved so much. breathy moans and wet noises are all that can be heard. you both grind against each other for just a little friction

"mmm~ you drive me crazy you know? getting me this riled up at 5 in the morning~"

She says as she pulls away, panting heavily as you quite literally took her breath away.

"what do you mean? these are just welcome home kisses"

you say with a sly smirk on your face as you answer in a sarcastic tone before wrapping your arms around her neck

"I've missed you so much baby"

she huffs out as she admires your face, tucking some of your hair out of your face, you blush as you peck her lips

"I missed you more~"

you giggle before starting to kiss her again, Kazuha doesn't protest and easily gives into your lips. her veiny hands slide their way down to your ass once more, groping you as she bites your bottom lip

"Why don't you show me how much you missed me, hm?~"

she smirked as she gently grabbed a hold of you throat, she knows you love when she does that. she smirked back at her and nodded

"Gladly."

(I did not know how to end this- i've always been bad at conclusions ☹️☹️💔 BUTTT IM BACK???? MAYBE IDK)

#le sserafim #kazuha #le sserafim kazuha #fanfic #kazuha smut #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim smut #mentalhomosexual #i want her so bad that it's crazy #le serrafim fanfic #smut #idk how to tag this

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick c. f.

this book has also been published on wattpad. same username as the one on here. i update faster on there.

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

you are adopted in this! y/n's parents were close with the fishers and conklins but died in a car accident, so laurel adopts y/n

part 2

i. the drive

ME AND MY FAMILY have been coming to cousins since i was a baby, since before i was born.

the tradition was, me and my mom would go to the summer beach house in cousins, along with my moms friends, laurel park and susannah fisher, and laurel's daughter and son, and susannah's two sons.

the beach house felt magical, every summer, i couldn't wait to return each summer.

most of the time, me and belly would tag along with the moms, mostly just my mom.

my mom would take us shopping a lot, and get us frozen yogurt after, then we'd go swimming.

laurel and susannah didn't really like to swim with us. that's what made my mom so special. until both of my parents died. when i was seven. in a car crash.

my parents were my whole world. i miss them everyday.

after that happened, i had to move from north carolina to pennsylvania with the conklin's.

from what i remember, i was pretty shut down for the next two years, and sad all the time, but eventually i got better.

laurel had taken me in with her, john, steven, and belly, and i had my last name changed to l/n-conklin.

i had found hobbies to cope with my parents death. in sixth grade, i had taken up soccer. in eighth grade, i started volleyball. now, as a junior, i was on my schools soccer and volleyball team.

i was pretty smart too, academically. with my grades averaging with a's and b's since freshman year. i wanted to go to college, my dream school was university of southern california, usc.

today though, was the day i returned to cousins for the summer, of course, i was excited. i was in belly's room, packing, with taylor jewel, me and belly were both close friends with her.

"drew's bummed you're missing the beach match with the boys team next weekend." taylor told belly, laying down on the bed, on her phone.

belly turned around. "uh, make sure tell sophie to square up for the block." belly tells taylor, ignoring what she said.

"drew martinez is texting me about you, and you're talking about volleyball?" taylor said with a surprised expression.

"drew doesn't care if i'm there or not, he wants an excuse to text you." belly denied, not really acknowledging the fact that she had a glow up basically. "and you better take this game seriously, i mean, team pride is on the line, taylor."

"please, you know me better than that." taylor looked up. "i would never let a boy beat me at anything."

belly and i laughed. "i thought you came here to help us pack." belly smiled.

"fine.." taylor got up. "i'll help. here's a tip, don't bring that speedo. it doesn't do a thing for your new boobs." taylor said with a a laugh, sitting on belly's bed, flipping through a magazine.

"it's not a speedo." belly defended with a frown looking down at the swimsuit.

"yes it is." i intervene, looking at my phone.

"we're just saying babes, like you need to pack cute things." taylor says flipping a page in the magazine she's reading.

"well, i always buy a new suit when i get there." belly tells us with a smile.

"okay, well, buy one that doesn't look like you're trying out for the swim team." i pressed.

"are you serious y/n?" belly giggled, flopping onto the bed and launching herself onto me.

"girls! were leaving in the next 10 minutes!" laurel shouted from downstairs.

"we got to go." belly said with a frown.

"no, we don't, we still have 10 minutes!" i told the two of them with a smirk.

we started laughing again, but once it stopped, we sat on the bed, belly on the floor, taylor switching to a more serious tone.

"okay, before i let you both go you both have to tell me your summer wishes. like the one thing that you guys want to happen this summer."

"i don't know." belly took a deep sigh.

"you little liar, yes you do." taylor giggled at belly.

"you want a hot make out sesh with conrad fisher, you want his tongue in your mouth, you dirty little slut!" taylor joked.

i shifted uncomfortably, trying to plaster a laugh. "taylor! ew."

"i'm just saying, i mean, you've been in love with him since we were twelve." taylor reminded her as belly got up.

"it doesn't matter what i do, he doesn't see me that way." belly frowned.

"oh, he'll see you." i looked at belly up and down. "whether he wants to or not. you look a lot different than last summer, belly."

taylor laughed, then turned to me. "what about you, y/n?"

i looked away. "what about me?"

"your summer wish." taylor reminded me.

"i don't know yet." i sighed. "i guess go to a lot of parties, and make more friends."

"no boyfriend? no fling?" taylor asked, a little confused. "come on y/n, a whole summer on the beach? no nothing?"

"oh wow, big deal, a seventeen year old that doesn't care about a boyfriend." i sighed again. "i guess i've never really been that interested in getting a boyfriend." i shrugged. "i have other priorities."

i did. i applied for a job as a lifeguard at the country club, to get some money for college. i wanted to apply to ucla, it was my dream school.

i always try to keep myself busy, keep myself doing something productive, and i think the job would help.

"girls, we're leaving now!"

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during the drive, belly got shotgun, steven was driving, and i sat in the backseat with mom, which i didn't really mind.

the song 'can't do better' by kim petras was blasting, while belly sung along from the top of her lungs.

i unbuckled my seatbelt and spread my legs across the backseat.

"uh, can you guys turn it down a little?" laurel asked. "and, y/n, sit right."

i sighed and sat straight, buckling my seatbelt. "i want you guys to be better about helping out this summer." laurel told us.

"don't just leave your dishes, load them into the dishwasher. and, not just your dish either, steven. i want you to be good houseguests." she continued.

"mom, susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?" steven asked, curiously.

laurel flicked steven on the head. "steven!"

"owww!" steven complained. "alright, alright. sorry."

mom is weird about money, the fact that susannah has money, and we don't.

"just.. be considerate, and act like i raised you right. steven, y/n, that means don't stay out too late."

"mommmm!" we both complained.

"i'm too old for a curfew." i frowned.

"wait, what about me? i don't have a curfew either, right?" belly asked from the front seat.

steven started to laugh. "what do you need a curfew for? you don't go anywhere."

"steven!" i threw my phone charger at him. "don't be a jackass."

"what?" steven continued laughing.

"we'll talk about it when it comes up." laurel told belly.

"oh, and y/n, don't forget, you promised you'd take me driving." belly reminded me.

"belly, i told you i'd take you." laurel intervened.

"yeah, but.. you're too judgy." belly quietly said.

me and steven started laughing. "excuse me?" laurel asked.

"yeah, sorry." belly laughed too.

we parked in front of the gas station me, belly, and mom going in.

belly got some cheetos and sour patches. she opened the bag of cheetos and ate a few.

"belly!" i whisper-yelled.

"what!?"

"at least pay for it first."

me and belly looked over at the register, to see a guy staring at us.

"hey." he nodded his head.

i smiled and waved, while belly grabbed a coke, and we brought our snacks up to the register.

"what's up with you, y/n?" jumper said with a smile.

"jumper? i didn't know you work here now." i said in surprise.

he turned to belly. "who's this? are you new this summer?"

belly looked behind her, then back at jumper. "uh, me? no.."

"really?" he smirked, and scanned the snacks. "thought i knew every pretty girl in cousins."

"ew, don't flirt with my little sister, idiot." i warned him.

to be honest, i wasn't really fond with jumper. the way he sort of treated girls like they were objects just wasn't too appealing to me.

he rolled his eyes. "whatever. you both coming to the bonfire tonight? first of the season."

"uh.. maybe." i responded.

"come!" he encouraged us, then turned to belly again with a smile. "i'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"maybe i will." belly smiled back

i gave belly a quick side eye. "maybe she won't." i look back to jumper, trying to protect belly.

laurel walked up to us. "after i get settled in, you wanna go to whale of a tale with me, so i can presign stock for the signing tonight?" she asked belly.

"uh..."

"remember.. when you used to sit on my lap when i used to sign there?" laurel continued

"no, i don't.. remember that." belly chuckled.

"i'll make you a deal." laurel said, as we walked out. "i'll let you pick out tonight's desert if you come in and keep me company."

"see you later." jumped smirked at belly.

"what's later?" laurel asked, curiously.

"nothing." belly responded, a little too quickly.

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END OF CHAPTER

#conradfisherxreader #conradfisher #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #thesummeriturnedpretty

[thepaintpirate]

Because I'm crap at technology, I have actually lost a request that someone asked of me and now I can't reply to it directly so if it was you I'm so so sorry. I do remember the premise though and I'll try to do it my best!

Chained - ASL & F!Celestial Dragon!Reader

Summary: basically what I remember them asking was ASL and a celestial dragon who is learning about the world, who eventually decides she doesn't want to go home. This was described as like a Pink Diamond/Rose Quarts type situation like in SU. I've decided to make this child ASL, then a little time skip! Thought the idea was adorable! TW for mentions of slavery, child abuse, abuse and foul language.

You don't remember exactly how you managed to leave the ship, or how you got into that empty crate, or how that crate ended up heading in a direction away from the shore and into the sea or-

Well never mind that or the numerous "or"s you could list. You were lost, probably many miles and islands away from the original place your parents had decided to tour. Why they thought leaving the Grand Line, or the Red Line for that matter, to walk around a little city with their heads up high was a good idea was a mystery. But it helped you because it gave you an opportunity to go on a little adventure, just like the books you read talked about!

When you were at home you weren't allowed to read because "reading is a peasants hobby". Little did they know that your grandmother, now passed, had a secret library stacked with books from across the world in her home. Boredom had you seeking trouble one day, causing you to fall right into the library from a hatch in the floor. It hurt, but it was worth it to see rows and rows of shelves lined with hardbacks as old as your parents. Some were newer however, like the Sora comic books that you found. Why your grandmother thought it was nice to keep them was a little strange, even if you didn't know her well she seemed like the uptight sort. Yet nowadays you wondered what she was truly like if she managed to read and dog tag some of the most fascinating books you'd picked up.

Currently, a few days after the events that lead to you escaping, you had landed on the steep shores of an island covered in jungle. With your small, and slowly depleting, supply of snacks you climbed out of the box and began to scale some rocks. In your current attire, the suit you were forced into, it was a lot more difficult than it should have been. Luckily the bubble they usually had you wear was popped with your very dramatic exit through the cabin window.

Reaching solid ground, and grass, you discovered you were met with very dense forest like you'd assumed. With the naive courage of a lion cub, you began to walk into the brush and disappear. As you continued, looking all around at the new sights, you wondered how your parents were doing. Had they noticed you were gone yet? Your father was a busy busy man and often too proud to visit you so he probably had another day or two until he realised you were gone. Your mother was a different story, she'd probably stormed in to have you go on a walk with her through town and saw you missing.

After another hour or so of prodding snakes and narrowly dodging some monkeys on vines, you heard a change in the surrounding sound. Three sharp, childish voices up ahead. It excited you, you'd never met anyone your age who wasn't already from your homeland. Would they look the same? Would they be kind? It seems they'd sensed you before you could stick your head out, as the boy in orange yelled angrily into the bushes.

"Reveal yourself or get lost!" He shouted, making you jump a little. Was everyone out here as aggressive as him?

He hadn't seen you yet but it looked like the blonde he was with finally caught a glimpse of you. "I'm sorry about him, he's just loud don't worry. Could you step into the light?"

You obliged him, looking at the pair in wonder. They were much different from anyone else, definitely not like anyone had warned you. Your uncle said common people had horns and tails that they could control like arms to snatch people, your aunt said they had blue skin and gills like fish with the faces of demons. But these two boys were just like you. With soft looking skin, small noses, full heads of hair and only one pair of eyes. You had yet to spy any horns or tails, but you knew that your aunt was definitely wrong.

The brunette looked unimpressed by you, looking you up and down like how your father looked at people. If the books were right, this was judgement. But the blonde however, looked like he had just choked on a fly. "What the hell is one of them doing out here-"

"Hi I'm Luffy! This is Ace and Sabo. Now that you know us, why're you wearing that ugly potato sack?" The crouched one asked. You'd not noticed him, you definitely should have become his eyes looked like dinner plates and his mouth was stretched like a boa constrictor.

"Luffy don't tell her our names she could be an enemy!" Ace yelled, hitting his brother. You didn't like hitting, it reminded you of your father and that servant you saw once. That back then was much messier than it was now.

"No, Ace's right. That is an enemy" Sabo was pale, like he wanted nothing more than to lunge away or at you. "That's one of those bubble heads I told you about".

You were confused as they entered some private, quiet conversation. Even the loud one was calm. When they concluded, the first brunette looked vicious. He leaned down, picking up a rock and hurling it at a tree near your head. Obviously you flinched away, looking back at him with both confusion and fear. Why were they acting like this?

The blonde copied him, pelting you with pebbles until you were forced to run away. It was only the wide eyed boy that didn't copy, looking at his brothers in anger and yelling something you couldn't hear. It was too bad, you left into the shade of the trees.

You slept in a cave that night, thinking about those boys until morning. It kept you awake. Why didn't they even try to talk to you? What exactly caused that reaction?

Breakfast consisted on a loaf of bread in a tree, with heavy and tired eyes you watched the shrubs below. That was until someone sat next to you with a heavy thud. You turned and saw him, the scar faced one from before. "Hi strange girl!"

"Uh, hi strange boy?" You replied, not knowing what to call him.

He tilted his head and looked offended. "I'm not strange, you are!"

"What, no I'm not! You're the one throwing rocks at me!" You defended, and though it wasn't necessarily true it was just stating the groups odd behaviour.

"Nuh uh, Sabo says you're weird because you keep people and they don't want to be with you and you wear bubbles and shoot people!" He said, crossing his arms.

But you didn't react this time, once again remembering that scene from so long ago. The guns your family had on display, the rooms you weren't allowed to enter that always echoed with suffering. One time, when you were very young, you stood just a little close to one of the padlocked doors and cast a shadow under it. Whatever was behind it lunged at the wood on the other side, cursing and screaming profanities at you. From then on you didn't go near any unknown doors.

You're people weren't good people, you knew that and you didn't know how it made you feel, but now that he'd said it out loud... You could only think, what else did your people do? To the people back home, and to the people of the world. You were stuck behind one-way glass, they could see you but you couldn't see them and it frustrated you. What else was there that was missing?

"You know, I get the feeling that you're not so bad" Luffy hummed, picking a leaf from your hair. You gave him a look but he only ever smiled at you. "I don't think you shoot people, or take them. Do you?"

"No. I- I don't understand. I need to know more about myself, my people, from you because they won't show me or tell me. I don't get it! How are you supposed to be human?" You were struggling with the thoughts in your head that swelled up into tears. Tears were the only thing that ever got you a reaction so it was all you could do. It was like you knew what you wanted to ask but your mouth couldn't say it right. You needed to know more, shatter the glass that kept you apart.

Luffy stuck a finger out and flicked you, making you stop crying momentarily. "I don't know what you have to do to be human, I just do stuff. But I can teach you what I know if you want?".

All you could do was say yes.

For the first week, it was just you and Luffy in the jungle. He told you that the first step to being human was to stop dressing like a bag of flour, telling you to discard your old attire and wear some old clothes he'd managed to snag. It was only a simple pair of boys shorts and a tank top, green and grey.

It was during a fishing trip (attempt) that Luffy showed you his devil fruit abilities, to which you nearly fainted. Devils fruits, Ds and pirates were the three main things all nobles were taught to fear. It didn't help that Luffy revealed he was, in fact, all three or was going to try to be at least for the last one. But his stories, personality and overall sunny nature reassured you. You began to learn not to judge a book by it's cover.

The second week, Sabo and Ace finally revealed themselves again and admitted to having watched you both from afar. The blonde admitted that he also hadn't trusted you with Luffy, and while he thought better now he would still not drop his guard. After learning so much in only seven days, you didn't blame him. Though they didn't like to interact with you, both boys started to tag along or stay close by.

By your third week, you received news about your absence in the form of a newspaper. "World noble child missing: reward being offered for return"

Ace was ready to jump and turn you in, but in a surprise twist Sabo had defended you. It might've helped that you two had a separate talk one night and he confessed to having been noble too, of course not one with your status but it was all the same. He listened to you tell him about your ignorance and Luffy's training, deciding he was alright with you hanging around as long as no one got hurt. You learned that sometimes you can relate to people in the strangest of ways.

After an entire month, Ace finally started to talk to you. Though it was mostly mockery at your poor, but quickly developing, hunting skills you still felt some friendly teasing in his voice. With the danger of being caught, you came up with a plan and finally sat the brothers down to decide what you wanted to do.

In the light of the bonfire your hair glowed like red embers, a serious expression on your face. "I'm going to stay".

Luffy cheered, Ace and Sabo looked unsure. "The longer you stay, the wider the search for you becomes. They'll find you eventually if this keeps up" Sabo warned. He liked your company, but he couldn't risk his brothers for a girl he'd known for a month.

"He's right, you'd need to die for them to stop searching" Ace added morbidly.

"Exactly. I've decided I'm going to die".

The gang let out a collective "huh?" All three looked at you as if you were mad.

You shook your head, pulling out your old clothes from behind you. There was dirt caked into it, a few drops of blood from the rocks and running but other than that it was intact. You needed to change that. "I'm going to set this out as bait, when they find it they'll stop the search".

Sabo looked a little confused. "Why would they stop if they found your clothes, surely they'd just look harder?"

From the corner of your vision you fiddled with a knife you'd been given. It was clear, safe if you cut right. Raising it before they couldn't react, you cut the palm of your hand and let the blood splatter across your old suit. Red soaked into it like a murder scene, hearing the boys let out small yelps.

Luffy ran to you, worried while Sabo screamed something about getting bandages. Ace tsk'ed at you, but he did look slightly shocked. "Smart move, but stupid too. You've gone and messed up your hand now!"

While the night closed you fell asleep watching the stars, those three boys surrounding you equally exhausted. A glint of white crossed the sky as you pet Luffy's hair, he was fast asleep as soon as he'd layed down.

In the morning, all three of you returned to the cliffs where you had come from and stared out into the blue ocean. Wrapped up, torn and stained garment in hand, you tossed it out to sea and watched it drift away into the distance. It was like you were saying goodbye to yourself, except now you weren't sure that was ever really you. You can't remember having as much fun or anger or sadness then, just nothing at all. Being human was being emotional too, and that's what you felt.

In the afternoon Ace cut your hair with a knife in front of a mirror and you stared at yourself. You. For once in your life you controlled how you looked, who you were with and the place you were in. That celestial girl was dead, and from her shining shell crawled out an entirely different person.

The same day you swore an oath to never go back, never be one of them and to join your newfound friends in their profession as pirates.

Everything you feared once was what you'd become, because you realised it was never your fear at all.

I'm sorry please forgive how rushed this was, I hardly had creativity writing it so it's very confusing but I hope you enjoy it.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #sabo one piece #one piece & reader #platonic reader

[starstruck-cupid]

The Sweater

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Part 4 of unnamed Charlie fic. I'll think of s name eventually. Should I start a tag list? I'll probably start a masterlist when I figure out how to

(edit: name change. Formerly unnamed)

A/n: not super happy with this one. I struggle at first and I'm

TW: mentions of murder, smoking, weed, stalking, theft of personal items, kissing

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I woke up to an empty bed.

It's Monday. Charlie probably went home to Get ready for school.

Burgundingly, I get out of my warm bed. Throwing on the random clothes I grabbed, and clipping my hair up, I jog down the stairs. There he is. Charlie was sitting on the island stool. 

"Ready?" He asked, voice groggy from sleep.

Nodding, grabbing my keys from the bowl and walking out the door.

Charlie and I always get coffee before school. There's this little hole in the wall, mom & pop shop, coffee place. He pays, I drive. It's a good balance. 

After getting coffee, and having random conversations, we're at school. Charlie always parts to go to Robbie. I don't mind. Gives me time to be by myself.

Walking into the doors, I look around. Everyone is either dead with lack of sleep or as lively as a Friday afternoon. Some people are on edge. It's the anniversary of the original Woodsboro murders. Walking to my first period, I see Charlie talking to Kirby. 

That won't end well.

Entering my first hour, I take my seat in the middle. Soon, Charlie walks in and takes his seat next to me. 

Halfway through the hour everyone's phone starts to go off. I haven't looked at mine since the texts. I don't plan on starting. I hear someone say that Marnie and Jenny were murdered last night.

My head whips up to look at Charlie. He's looking at me too. His stare doesn't look surprised. It looks analytical. Charlie is good at putting others in front of himself. Maybe he's concerned? 

I wasn't close with either of the girls, but this is insane. You think it couldn't ever happen to your school. It's the Anniversary of the Woodsboro murders. Maybe it's just a coincidence. My mind won't stop racing.

Do I tell someone about the texts?

No. It was just a prank. I don't even know if they're related.

"Are you okay?," The concern in Charlie's voice is something I've gotten used to in the past couple days.

Nodding, I look back to him, "just spaced."

Today was long. Everything kind of seemed like a blur. Charlie said he didn't want a ride home today, so I drove alone.

Entering my empty house, I felt anxious again. I need a bath. After walking up my stairs in a sluggish manner, I push open to my door and flop down on my bed. It's cold. I look up to my window. It's open. I didn't leave it open.

There's a knife in my nightstand drawer. I reach over and grab it, getting up from my bed. Slowly, I look around my room, then slip my head into the bathroom as sneakily as I can. 

No one. Absolutely empty.

After spending an hour rummaging through my stuff, I've deduced that I have three things missing.

My favorite pair of underwear, my favorite chapstick, and my cigarettes.

But one thing had resurfaced.

My missing joint.

This joint was a godsend after today. If there is a god, he owes me this after everything.

Walking into the bathroom, I see myself in the mirror. I look tired. I am tired. These last two days have been rough. I walk to the bay window, pushing it open. My lighter is still on the cushioned bench. Lightening the joint and sitting down, I already feel so much better.

Then I see Charlie. He's climbing into his bedroom window with a backpack I've never seen before. He looks over noticing I'm watching. He gives a mock salute and slips into the window.

Weird.

After the joint and half of Nightmare On Elm St, I hear a knock. My heart starts racing, I freeze. My phone pings. My heart races faster. I look at the text. It's from Charlie

10:30.  Let me in

My pulse slows. I slide off my bed and let him in.

"Hi," he says, slipping in as his freshly showered scent fills the room. 

"Hey"

"You look high." There was amusement in his voice.

Usually he doesn't like it when I smoke.

Letting the unconscious giggle confirm his thoughts, I lay back on my bed with a flop. Charlie follows suit.

For a while we just lay there, looking at each other. It's raining. Feeling safe now that Charlie came, I left the window open. The cool, yet warm spring air.

I could be here forever.

I move my hand to rest it on his cheek. It was warm. Gently stroking it with my thumb. He closed his eyes and sighed. Suddenly a scream rips out, making me jump, my head turning to find the source.

"Just the movie babe, everything's okay," he said in a reassuring tone, eyes opening to look at me.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry"

"Are you okay? Anything you wanna tell me?" There's that tone of concern again.

I nod. The high is getting to its peak and I think it's obvious.

"Tired?" He asks.

"Yeah."

Charlie had an amused smile. We sat there for a few more minutes. Charlie got up to change the movie. Sliding up the bed, I watch Charlie. 

"No gore, please," I asked. Gore and high do not mix well. 

"Of course princess," I could almost hear the smile on his face. I see him pick up 10 things I hate about you.

Once he's back on the bed, he sits next to me, lower then I am. He pulls me down by my belt loops, and wraps an arm around me.

It could be the high talking but things feel different right now. Less friendly, more romantic. I don't have to wait long to figure it out because he  lifts my head up by my chin and kisses me.

I want expecting it. Stunned, it takes me a second to kiss back. The kiss is hard and needy. It's warm. His lips are chapped. Slipping my hands up to his cheek. They were still warm. He pulled away. He was blushing. I'm definitely high. I can feel the wetness of my heat.

Oh.

That's what I've been feeling.

"Was that okay?" Concerned again.

"Absolutely." I let out breathlessly.

He leaned back and moved closer to me and we continue the movie.

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 12

"Come on, you're gorgeous." "I got puke on your shirt." "Nobody's perfect."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

TW: Making out, grinding, mutual orgasms

SUNDAY, 2:00AM

Clyde didn't know how long Snow spent in the bathroom with Y/n but at one point he could hear her sobbing. He felt fucking awful. This is not how he had planned for this to go. He paced around the apartment bringing whatever Snow had asked him for through the crack of the door. Eventually he changed himself and let the others know not to stop by for the rest of the night as Y/n had Exorcist vomited all over his apartment. She hadn't but if there was one thing he knew would keep them away, it was vomit.

Eventually when Snow emerged from the bathroom she had Clyde help her get Y/n into his bed and covered up. Snow noticed the waste bin sitting on one side of the bed with a trash bag in it, a clean towel rested on the nightstand. Clyde had already set himself up on the couch so she could have her space. He didn't want to upset her more than she already was.

"Just make sure she stays on her side. I can't imagine she's got anything left to puke but just in case maybe you should stay close by." Snow gestured to the spot next to her on the bed.

"I don't know that that's a good idea right now. She was really upset. I don't want to make it worse." Clyde rubbed the back of his neck while Y/n buried her face in the pillows.

"Clyde, she's embarrassed. She really likes you and for some reason she thinks you find her repulsive. I don't know if that's the alcohol talking or if she's got some insecurities but please talk to her. If you really like her as much as I can tell you do, don't let her sink into this negativity." Snow pulled Clyde aside, making sure to keep her voice low so y/n wouldn't be disturbed. Snow finally left them alone and Clyde made sure to lock the door and keep the lights low in case the brightness bothered Y/n.

"I'll...I'll be over here if you need anything okay? Right over here." Clyde kept his tone a little above a whisper before sitting on the couch. She didn't budge. He almost worried she wasn't breathing but watched her so carefully that he finally caught a steady rhythm of her back rising and falling. He kept his eyes on her for a majority of the night but didn't realize she was shaking until almost 2 AM. He took the flashlight over towards the bed and put his hand gently on her blanket covered ankle.

"Hey...are you okay? Are you cold?" Clyde heard her sniffle and knew she was crying.

"Oh no, please don't cry Y/n. Please. I'm so sorry I upset you." Clyde slid to the floor next to the bed, back resting against the nightstand. He rubbed her back trying to comfort her but eventually she flipped over to look at him.

"I feel so stupid for even crying." Y/n confessed.

"Don't. I realize now that if I was in your position I would have been super confused and frustrated too. I'm sorry for making you feel stupid." Clyde rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand as it clutched the pillow.

"I just thought since you didn't put any moves on me the other night and still nothing after the shower, maybe you were repulsed by me or-" Clyde clicked his tongue to his teeth.

"Are you kidding? No way." Clyde stopped that train of thought instantly.

"Come on, you're gorgeous." He leaned forward with a whisper and she gave a weak smile.

"I got puke on your shirt." Y/n pulled at the front of the oversized shirt Snow had stolen from Clyde so she would be comfortable.

"Nobody's perfect." Clyde teased with a smirk.

"I'm sorry I've been pressuring you to make a move." Y/n apologized and Clyde shook his head.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like your advances were unwelcome."

"The truth is I'm not really well versed in public displays of affection and expressing my feelings physically." Clyde explained as Y/n took his hand into hers to rest her chin on their laced fingers.

"So you do want to kiss me.." Y/n smiled making Clyde laugh.

"Of course I want to kiss you. I'm not blind. Anyone who says otherwise clearly has horrible taste in women." Clyde was absolutely attracted to Y/n. He was worried that the others would try and steal her attention away from him and forgot that he actually has to follow through on his own attraction in the process.

"That's good to hear because I really want you to kiss me too." Y/n's smile made Clyde's insides catch fire. He wanted to kiss her. Hell he wanted to do much more than kiss her. He just had a rule that he didn't like breaking.

"So...I have this rule...I don't like to kiss people who are drunk especially if I'm trying to keep them around for longer than a one night stand, which I am if you hadn't picked up on that." Clyde's explanation made a lot of sense. She liked that he wasn't one of those creeps that took advantage of drunk girls just to get his rocks off.

"Well I wouldn't say I'm drunk at this point. Exhausted from puking my body weight but I suppose I can wait another day." Y/n let out a heavy sigh making Clyde roll his eyes.

"I'm willing to break my rule but you have to make me a promise." Y/n's eyebrows went up.

"You have to promise that you won't forget about it in the morning." Clyde took his hand back from Y/n and held his pinky up to her. She wrapped her pinky around his and smiled.

"I promise." She pulled their locked pinky's towards her chest and Clyde leaned in to kiss her, stopping short.

"Wait you brushed your teeth right?" Clyde checked earning an eye roll.

"Oh my god yes! Kiss me already." Clyde let her pull him towards her, kissing her for the second time. Her moving her lips against his made this a much better kiss than before she threw up. Clyde was at an awkward position and tried to move to sit on the bed next to her but she pulled on the front of his shirt instead. Clyde climbed on top of Y/n, letting his arms hold him up above her while she gripped the hair at the base of his skull. Clyde ran his tongue against hers, tasting the toothpaste and flat soda he had given Snow for her to settle her stomach.

"You're a really good kisser." Y/n pulled away from his lips, breathless and still keeping her hand tangled into his hair.

"You aren't so bad yourself." Clyde tried to shake his hair out of his face but she chuckled, helping him by tucking it behind his ears.

"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?" Y/n ran her thumb across Clyde's cheeks as they grew warm.

"I don't know that anyone has called me pretty before." Clyde laughed shifting to the side of Y/n so he could lay next to her. He rested his now free hand on her bare thigh.

"You have pretty blue eyes and a sweet smile." Y/n leaned towards him to peck his lips once again.

"Thanks, I'm not sure what to say. I don't get compliments often." Clyde wasn't a very bashful guy but he also didn't have anyone look at him the way Y/n did.

"You should. You should absolute get more compliments." Y/n shifted her body, throwing her leg over Clyde's hips and planting herself in his lap.

"Whoa! Okay so you're definitely feeling better." Clyde put his hand on her hips and she laughed.

"Is this okay? I'm not trying to make you uncomf-" Clyde cut her off by sitting up and grabbing her neck, pulling her lips back to his own. He wasn't uncomfortable. He was incredibly turned on and didn't want his hesitation to keep getting in the way of how he felt about her.

They continued to make out, her hands getting stuck in Clyde's hair, Clyde's hands falling from her hips to palm her ass. The more she rocked against him, the harder he became. He knew she felt it. The first moan she pulled from him made her pause and pull her lips from his.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to look at his face again. He nodded his head trying to keep his cool.

"Y-yeah I'm just..." Y/n swiveled her hips a little harder than before and Clyde's eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck..." He wished he had left his jeans on. All she had on was underwear and was grinding down on his sensitive cock which was covered by a thin layer of pajama pants. Clyde couldn't help but thrust upward trying to get as much friction as he possibly could. Y/n moaned into his neck, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"Y/n...this...this is going to end...pretty abruptly if you...don't stop." Clyde panted.

"Do you want me to stop?" Y/n asked pulling back to look at him.

"Fuck no! Please don't stop." Clyde chuckled trying not to bruise Y/n's hips with his grip. Y/n reached down and grabbed both of Clyde's hands to pull them to her chest. Clyde opened his eyes to look at her and she bit her lip, making sure to hold his eye contact as she slid his hands under the baggy shirt, silently giving him permission to grab her breasts. He complied squeezing them and running her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh fuck, Clyde." Y/n threw her head back and Clyde could feel dampness. He thought it might have been precum but the moment he realized how wet Y/n was, he couldn't hold on anymore.

He groaned loudly, squeezing her tits so hard, Y/n moaned. Clyde pistoned his hips upwards rapidly, groaning loudly and trying not to hurt Y/n with his grip. He had painted the inside of his pajama pants with thick cum, soaking through the material and creating a huge wet spot underneath where Y/n sat. She slowed her hips and Clyde loosened his grip slowly, resting his head against her chest. Y/n put her hands on either side of his face, lifting his face to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip blood red from him biting it and drool on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over as he tried to catch his breath. Y/n pushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead until he let out a chuckle.

"Does this count as makeup sex?" Clyde joked making Y/n return his laughter. Y/n kissed his forehead and hugged Clyde to her chest.

"I think we can chalk it up to a mutual forgiveness orgasms." Y/n said making Clyde pull away.

"Wait...did you...?" Clyde felt the front the front of Y/n's panties and she jumped.

"Hey! Relax with the poking. I'm still sensitive." Y/n had cum just from grinding on top of Clyde and he had never been more surprised.

"Holy shit. I didn't think that was even possible. I was fully prepared to eat you out for making me blow my load in these pants." Clyde teased.

"Don't laugh but it's been a while since I've really gotten off with anyone else. I think I just got too excited and got lost in you." Y/n tucked his hair behind his ear again making him smile proudly.

"Yeah I don't think I'm ever going to let you leave now." Clyde wrapped his arms around Y/n and pulled her back onto his chest. She laughed as he bear hugged her.

"At least go change your pants." Y/n teased making him roll out of bed with a heavy sigh to run into the bathroom. He emerged not even two minutes later with only boxers on, jumping back into the bed and spooning up behind Y/n.

Y/n relaxed into Clyde's chest, bringing his arms up to wrap around her tightly as their legs intertwined with one another. Clyde didn't think this was how his night was going to end but he had zero regrets.

#Electrick Children #Clyde #Clyde x Y/n #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #One Long Weekend Series #if you want to be tagged on these #please let me know in the latest updates #12/18

[runningfrom2am]

on the one screen in my town; three

summary:

mason’s life with drew was absolutely perfect, she was happier than ever; until everything came crashing down all at once.

tags/warnings:

drew starkey x fem!popstar!oc, drug and alcohol use, death, grief, these tags are not exhaustive, idk i'll add to this as it goes on.

wc: 2.9k

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The extremely private funeral was only a few weeks later, and Mason was hardly herself anymore. Anyone who knew her could see she was just a shell of herself, hardly there, even when she spoke.

They managed to get a large, private estate in Washington, near her mothers home town, where Mason had grown up. This was perfect for the service, considering it was remote and by exclusive invite only. The last thing anybody wanted was photos or people showing up to ask questions. The media knows almost nothing at this point, just that something has changed and all of Mason's projects have been postponed. Spare, so far, her and Drew's wedding, which was scheduled to take place in two months and thirteen days.

Mason had been counting them down with a childish excitement, but now, as she stands over her mothers coffin, alone, she's dreading it. How can it go on when her mom won't be there to celebrate with them? She can't even imagine it.

"Mason.." She looks up quickly, turning to see Drew as he walks up to her. "It's gonna rain, we've got to head out." He says, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the side of her head.

Everyone else has left, including Este and her family, including Drew's parents, who were kind enough to make the trip from North Carolina, and including her father; and after waiting in the car for her for forty-five minutes, Drew decided enough was enough. He agreed to give her the time alone, of course he did, he wouldn't dream of saying no; but at this point it's not benefitting her anymore. Or him, to sit in the car and watch from a distance as she shakes and stares into space. It's hard to watch.

"Five more minutes?" Mason requests, not having the heart to look up at him.

"Of course." Drew nods, rubbing her shoulder gently. "I'm gonna stay, though."

She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, lip quivering as she looks down at the coffin, yet to be buried. It's empty, she knows that, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to walk away.

"Jeez, Mace.." Drew sighs softly. He's never figured out what to say, he had hoped it would come to him eventually, but the only thing he's realized is that there is no right answer. Nothing can bring Catherine back, there is not a thing in the world he could do to make her feel better, and he feels so hopeless. "I miss her." He settles on, wanting her to at least know he kind of understands.

"I don't understand... I don't understand why." Mason chokes out, shaking her head and turning to bury her face in his chest, hugging onto him like her life depended on it. It was a car accident, of all things. Wrong place, wrong time. Why did it have to be her?

Drew just shakes his head. "I don't know. She's not gone, though, hey?" He makes sure she's listening, kissing her head again. "She's gonna haunt us like crazy, she could never leave you." He laughs slightly, trying to make her smile.

It works only a little bit, making Mason laugh slightly through her tears. "True. She's gonna be throwing eggs at me if I forget to eat breakfast." She adds, nodding slightly.

"I don't doubt it for a minute." Drew smiles, craning his neck to try and get a look at her smile. He's missed it, she hasn't smiled in weeks. They haven't really talked about any of this yet, but Drew knows he has to wait until she is ready. She's getting there, he can tell. "Can I take you home? I've got to get you fed before Cath uses her ghost powers to try and make you spaghetti or something."

"No." Mason shakes her head. "I hope she does."

"Okay, well, you can explain your late dinner to her so she doesn't come after me." He chuckles, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Three Years Ago

"Mason! I saw on Twitter that you went on a date this week. Twitter! How dare you not call me first!" Catherine says, excitement clear in her tone as soon as her daughter picks up the phone.

"Hi mom." Mason rolls her eyes playfully, dropping her hand to put it on speaker so Este can hear as well.

"Hi Ellen!" Este says, instantly putting her phone down to join the conversation. When they first met, Este had mistakenly remembered Catherine's name as being 'Ellen', and it was just too funny for the three of them to ever let go.

"You can't distract me! Tell me what's going on." Her mom says, making Mason blush and Este grabs the phone from her.

"Oh my god, Ellen, he's a dreamboat! Okay, so, his name is Drew, they met at that premiere I brought her to. That Netflix show I'm working on, Outer Banks? He's in the show. He plays Rafe."

"Oh yes, right. Okay." Catherine laughs, urging her on as Mason buries her face in her hands, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I haven't seen it yet Este but you know it's on my list."

"Yeah, of course! Anyway, you should have seen them, he was like all over her! I'm pretty sure he pretended to 'accidentally' bump into her so they could talk. It was so cute." Este gushes. "Hold on! There's pictures, I'll send them to you."

She grabs her phone again to find the pictures as Catherine fires questions at them. "What did he say? What's he like? Where did you go? Tell me everything I can't wait another minute!"

"Okay, mom, slow down." Mason intervenes. "It was just one date, it's not like he proposed or something."

"Well sorry for being excited! I didn't know that was a crime." She replies with a sassy tone.

"It's not. I just, I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship, so I don't know if I'll see him again."

"Oh, shut up." Este says, rolling her eyes at her friend. "He's amazing. Seriously, he looks at you like you're the only girl in the world. Don't push him away because you're scared. Brady was a jerk, Drew's not like that."

"Okay but how do you know?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I've worked with him for two years now?"

"No, you haven't, you've worked with Madelyn and Madison for two years. He was just occasionally around."

"Exactly, if there was any red flags about him they would have told me. I know all the tea, trust." Este insists, scrolling away on her phone looking for all the pictures of Drew and Mason from the premiere. "For example, okay, Rudy and Elaine? They're like, totally on the outs. They don't even know it yet but the rest of us can all tell. She's not great to him. Also I knew about Chase and Madelyn's break up before he did, okay? You always trust the makeup artist! I know everything, but with Drew? There's never been anything. No drama, no one has had a bad thing to say about him ever. Also, Ellen, I just sent the pictures to you."

"See! Honey, just give him a chance." Catherine agrees and Mason sighs. "Oh! Oh gosh, these are so precious! He's very handsome, Mason."

"Ugh, mom!" Mason groans, throwing her head back against the couch cushions.

"I'm not giving you a choice. You need to keep seeing him, it'll be good for you. Just one more date if he asks, then you can do whatever you want. Just give him a shot." She says seriously, pleading with her daughter at this point to at least try.

"I'm glad you say that because he did already ask!" Este tells her. "Mason just hasn't called him back yet."

"Of course he did! You're amazing! You're beautiful, you're so kind, I can't imagine that he wouldn't want to spend more time with you, Honey."

Mason sighs, cheeks totally red and she nods. "Okay, fine, mom. You've convinced me. I'll call him back."

Six Months Later

Drew's bouncing his knee rapidly as Mason drives them down the quiet block, on their way to her parents home in a small town in Washington. "Nervous?" She asks him with a giggle, looking over as he stares out the window.

"No, what makes you say that?" Drew replies, quickly ceasing the movements of his leg.

"Just a hunch." Mason shrugs. "But if you were nervous, I'd say 'Don't worry, they'll adore you'." She assures him, turning onto her block.

"This is it!" She smiles, and he tenses up as she slows down, pretending to pull over.

"Shit, okay, I'm scared." He admits, making her laugh.

"I'm kidding. That wasn't even the house." Mason giggles, pulling out onto the road again.

"Screw you." Drew laughs, shaking his head. "That's not funny, by the way."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. This actually is it though." She says, taking a right turn into the driveway.

"Oh god." Drew groans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. He doesn't even know why he's so nervous, he just wants to make a good impression, but Mason has told him time and time again that they already have a good impression of him based on everything she's told them.

"Watch this. We have about five... four... three..." As Mason counts down, unbuckling her seatbelt and watching the front door of the small ranch home, which suddenly flies open and her mom comes running out, straight up to the car. "Yep, told you." She grins over at Drew, opening her door and stepping out.

"Mason! Oh, I missed you so much!" Catherine smiles, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her cheek.

"I missed you too..." She smiles, hugging her back and looking over to her dad who is standing against the door frame with a smile on his face. He gives her a quick wave which she returns behind her moms back, before her mom is letting her go.

"Oh, you're Drew! Hi, dear! It's so good to finally meet you!" She's quickly at his side of the car, giving him a hug as well. Him and Mason share a look over her head, and Mason gives him two thumbs up as he chuckles awkwardly and hugs her mom back.

"It's nice to meet you, Catherine." He agrees as she lets him go.

"Oh please, call me Cath. Or Mom. Whichever suits you more." She waves him off, smiling up at him. "Geez, Este wasn't kidding, you are more handsome in person. And tall. My goodness."

"Oh my god, mom!" Mason laughs, blushing furiously as her dad makes his way down the stairs.

"What? I just want him to be comfortable!" Catherine defends, patting Drew on the arm and walking around to the back of the car.

"And you think saying that will help?" Mason giggles, quickly walking up to her dad and hugging him as well.

"Well, I don't know I'm just being nice." Catherine insists, opening the trunk to get their suitcases out.

"I've got it! We're good." Drew insists, cheeks still flushed as he joins her, grabbing them out for her.

"I should probably help him, hey?" Miles whispered to his daughter with a smile and she nods as he nudges her shoulder.

"Yes please, dad." She whispers back, laughing quietly as he walks away, and Mason returns to the car to grab her purse out.

"Here, let me help." Miles says, grabbing his daughters pink suitcase off the ground. "Mason doesn't travel light, hey?"

"No she does not." Drew chuckles, shaking his head.

"Something wrong with that?" Her dad asks, serious now as he raises an eyebrow at Drew.

"Oh- no! Definitely not, sir. Gotta be prepared, you know?" Drew says, the blood draining from his face as he tries to salvage the situation.

"Dad!" Mason scolds him, and he instantly breaks character, laughing at the boys response.

"I'm kidding, don't worry." He laughs, patting his shoulder. "I'm Miles, by the way."

Drew laughs awkwardly, clearly getting minor whiplash from the situation. "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew." He says, repeatedly glancing up at his girlfriend.

"Let's get everything inside before it rains, yeah? We don't have all that beautiful sunny weather that you guys are used to in North Carolina and LA." Catherine says, taking a bag from Drew before he can protest and making her way back inside.

By the time everyone else makes it inside, Catherine is already on facetime with Este, who's back in LA. Mason doesn't know who was more likely to call each other out of the two of them. "Gosh, honey, you were right about him he is lovely!" Catherine says, turning as she hears the door shut. "Oh, here they are! Want to say hi?"

"You know I do!" Este grins, still laughing about how quickly Catherine called her to talk about Drew once they arrived. "Hey guys! How was the flight?" She asks as Catherine passes the phone off to Mason.

"It was good. Not too long." Drew shrugs.

"Yeah. I miss you, though." Mason adds, pouting at her friend.

"Well why didn't she come?" Her mom cuts in before Este can reply.

"Work, unfortunately." She sighs dramatically. "But I'm free next week, if you'll still want some more company."

"Yes, of course! Come up here any time, honey."

"You heard her." Mason agrees, smiling at her friend.

"Alright I'll see you on Tuesday, then." Este giggles.

Mason passes the phone back to her mom as she says she's looking forward to it, grabbing her backpack to bring to her room.

"I guess I should give you the tour." Mason says to her boyfriend, pausing and looking around the open living room and kitchen space. "Alright that's about it. My room is down here, same with the bathroom, and my parents room." She says, making Drew laugh as she heads toward the small hallway, Drew following close after.

"It's such a cute house." He muses, looking around at the array of artwork on the walls.

"You can say it's small, Babes. It's fine." She giggles quietly as they step into her room, throwing her stuff on her bed under the window.

"No, I meant like, the decor and stuff. It's very cute." Drew insists, smiling at her and then looking around her room, which clearly hasn't been changed since she moved out a few years ago, to live with Este in LA.

"Oh, well, my mom will love the review so please tell her." Mason smiles, sitting down on her bed and laying back dramatically.

"I don't know what I expected your room to look like, but it was almost exactly like this." He chuckles, standing in the door frame and taking note of all the posters on the walls, mainly Taylor Swift, One Direction, some of her favourites. "Have you met any of them yet?"

"I met Taylor once." Mason says, sitting back up and smiling at her big 'Lover' poster. "She was really sweet, she said she wants to do a song together sometime, maybe grab lunch. I have her number. I feel like she just pitied me, though."

"No way, she knows talent when she sees it. Clearly." Drew smiles, pacing into the room and sitting next to her.

"Leave the door open!" Miles calls after them from the living room.

"Dad!" Mason huffs as her cheeks turn red and she stands up, walking to the door and looking down the hall at him. "I'm not sixteen anymore, I'll shut the door if I want!" She laughs, then pretending to dramatically slam it before she stops it and closes it gently.

"Who'd you bring in here when you were sixteen?" Drew laughs quietly, cheeks turning slightly red as well.

"Guess." Mason laughs, sighing and rolling her eyes as she joined him on the bed again.

"I've got a pretty good idea." Drew admits, looking around again and this time noticing all the music awards on one wall next to the closet, smiling a little to himself. "Brady still lives here, doesn't he?"

"Yep. Him and his new 'girlfriend'." Mason says, using a mocking tone to refer to her. "Well, not new anymore I guess. It's been over a year."

"He's an idiot, if she was smart she would have left him by now." Drew chuckles. "I'm lucky he's so stupid, honestly."

"Me too. I wouldn't have found out otherwise." Mason chuckles. "God, it's so embarrassing." She groans and covers her face with her hands. Drew laughs a little with her, reaching out and running his fingers through her hair. She shouldn't be embarrassed. It's funny to laugh about a year down the line, but it's hard to think about what she went through- when the world was watching. He wants to make sure she never goes through anything like that ever again.

"Mason! Honey, mind helping me with dinner?" Her mom calls from the living room and she sighs, sitting up.

"Coming!"

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[jaegerisim]

Screaming And Crying (and kissing in the rain).

*enters your dashboard visibly disheveled* heeeeyyyy y'all, it's me ya girl w a new AU!!! haha dw all of my fics will be finished, um, eventually. Someday.... Anyways this is for my moodboard that got waaaayy too much attention than anticipated. Enjoy! 💕🌈

TW: smoking

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One of these days Will was going to fire his manager. The manager in question being his beloved stepsister, El Hopper.

"So I'm supposed to believe you forgot Mike fucking Wheeler is gonna play my love interest? You just conveniently forgot, right? Fucking great!" Will paced his living room back and forth. He was on the verge of hysteria. It didn't help his mood that Dan, his boyfriend, had cheated on him. That fucking asshole.

"Just calm down, Will. I know you and Mike have a complicated history between the two but you need to do this" reasoned El, calmly sipping from her mug of coffee.

"Do what? A gay rom-com with Mike Wheeler playing my boyfriend? How is that gonna help? How is that gonna change the fact that him and I detest each other. How?" demanded Will, throwing himself on top of his couch, like the dramatic person he is.

"Oh, the tragedy! You and Mike have to make-out! Oh, the horrors!" interrupted Max Mayfield, Will's best friend, eating a baguette.

Will plucked the baguette from her hand and took a bite from it.

"Oh, shut up. Besides I doubt you guys want to see Lucas anymore than I want to see Mike!" snapped Will, knowing he'd hit a sore subject for both girls.

Max pressed her lips in a fine line. "Lucas will probably ignore me, which is what you should do with Mike! Ignore his antiques and live your life."

"Besides why do I need to do this?" spoke Will while chewing.

"Ew, gross. Swallow before talking, for fucks sake!" Max gagged.

"Will, I need you to get this through your thick skull, m'kay? You are an actor, right? Well your job is acting then. Not living off the press and media like a leech." scolded El, and she did have a point. Will had been living off the press for the last 2 years with romantic scandals and modelling jobs.

"Fine, I'll do it. Whatever. I don't care, but if this movie flops it's your fault!" Will wags his finger between Max and El, for emphasis.

"If you'd even bothered to read the script you would know this movie isn't going to flop." The red haired huffed

"I don't need to read to know it's gonna flop 'cause Mike and I are gonna play boyfriends and we are rivals! He is my nemesis, even! I can't stand his smug, freckled face!" Will let out a frustrated groan. "I need a smoke. Max, you coming?"

Max gave El a small kiss on the lips and followed Will to the garden.

"How can I play Mike's boyfriend without gagging. We have 0 chemistry! Who the fuck casted this shit?" said Will lighting his cigarette and passing the lighter over to Max

"First of all, the casting was done by Robin Buckley and the director is Murray Batman, so you keep your mouth shut." snapped Max, she was Mr. Bauman's greatest admirer. "Second of all, you guys used to have loads of chemistry. Remember when the 6 of us used to interviews together?"

Will turned over to look at Max, whose eyes glinted with nostalgia in the moonlight.

He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, Max mimicked him.

"That was when we were 15, Max. Nine fucking years ago. We haven't talked since then. How are we supposed to show chemistry? Anyways, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I?" Will sighed, softly. He remembered his teenage years with Mike. The both of them were wild and free. Not worrying about scandals and reputations.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"Yes."

"Nope." she answered.

"Ok. Well, I'm guessing the both of you are characters too, right?"

Will threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. The red-haired woman did the same.

"Yeah, El plays your childhood best friend and I play the antagonist. I'm Mike's stepsister and in love with you." Max rolled her eyes.

"Ew."

"I know, thankfully you only kiss Mike. Lucas plays your coworker and El's love interest. Dustin is your kind neighbour who happens to be Mike's best friend." explained Max, entering their house.

"These are gonna some complicated years of filming, it better be worth it" Will thought.

#AND THAT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER WOOOO #ok we'll get to know what the movie is about next chapter #we'll also get Mikes pov soon which is also great 👍 #i wonder what could have caused teh rift in the party? 🤭 #also i am super nervous cuz this got soo much attention and many of these blogs are so important ans ajgagagq #i don't wanna let anybody down 😔 #byler #will byers #max mayfield #el hopper #byler brainrot #byler endgame #stranger things #byler au #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler tumblr #byler nation #byler ao3 #mike x will #will x mike #byler angst

[the-silly-urge]

Hag-Eyed and Volo's Ersatz Eye cosmetics

Okay making this post because I haven't seen anyone do it and I've wanted it to be a thing so many times I might as well do it myself! This will include images of the cosmetics on all viable companions as well as player races with unique eyes.

Volo's Ersatz Eye:

Player races (Dragonborn, Githyanki, Tiefling) Volo cares not for the color of your sclera.

Origin Characters Karlach's has the slit pupil! As does Lae'zel's!

Hag-Eyed:

Player races (Dragonborn, Githyanki, Tiefling) The eye didn't show up in Magic Mirror for my Tiefling so this is a dialog screenshot- sorry

Origin Characters

Wyll isn't included due to not having a good eye to spare and as such being barred from both eye replacements. Minthara, Halsin, and Jaheira will refuse to obtain Volo's eye, and I'm not sure it's possible to get any of them to the Hag. Minthara maybe... But I don't have a file in which I could test it.

Additional context below + how to obtain both eyes if you need it. -(Will contain a GIF)

Volo's Ersatz Eye: You will first find Volo in the Emerald Grove, and if you talk to him, he will explain that he's going to visit the Goblin Camp. When you find him there, interact with him, and then rescue him. He'll eventually be at your camp, and you can talk to him about your affliction and he'll say he can fix it. Once you've had a Long Rest, talk to him again and he'll propose to do surgery on you. From what I understand, the scene is very graphic both visually and in narration, and is also pretty long. If you have issues with eye trauma like I do, I recommend covering your screen with a sheet or enlisting a more confident friend to tell you when it's done... (You do need to pick dialog options though) Anyways, once you've had that impromptu surgery, Volo will offer to replace your eye with a relic as payback. This eye gives you a permanent See Invisibility condition, as well as the cosmetic change, which makes it a net positive. Though I believe companions do disapprove of the surgery.

Little bit of a closer look at the Ersatz eye on a Dragonborn... It doesn't glow and it's not animated, but doesn't have a visible sclera. You can get this effect normally by selecting "human" eye colors. It doesn't really match with classic DB eyes though. EDIT - The Ersatz Eye seems to always have a slightly green-tinted sclera when the sclera is visible. You can only really tell up close, but it's worth noting I guess.

Hag's Eye: The Hag's Eye can be obtained in the Sunlit Wetlands after talking to Auntie Ethel in the Emerald Grove. Just go to the quest marker there. Going through with this will give you the Hag-Eyed tag and the "Paid the Price" condition. Unlike with Volo's Ersatz Eye, you get to pick which of your eyes is replaced. The condition will give you a +1 to Intimidation, Disadvantage on perception checks, and Disadvantage on attacks against Hags. In Early Access, it made it impossible to land Critical Hits, but as far as I can tell this is no longer a thing! (Also fun fact- After giving the Hag their eye, all the companions have custom overworld dialog. I'll leave you to look at that yourself though!)

For Dragonborns, the eye has a very visible black sclera, and is unanimated, as you can see here. It's up to you whether you think that matches well with classic DB eyes or not.

If you want the effects but not the cosmetics, there are mods on Nexus which remove the visual component in both cases. I may add links to those mods down here later, but Nexus is down right now so it'll have to wait.

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[sailor-aviator]

In Spite of the Way Teaser

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

“To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time”

Summary: Bob was a poor boy with a gift to give. He saw the way the world could be in spite of the way that it was. The world is out of tune with the seasons being more and more unpredictable as time passes, but he has a plan to write a song to fix what's wrong. But when his lover is taken from him down into the pits of Hadestown, will Bob be able to bring her back? Or will his song fall on deaf ears? (Hadestown!AU)

CW: Abandonment, Death, Trauma, Loss of a Loved One, Greek Mythology, Fluff, Angst, Romance, Eventual Smut, Angsty Ending. Think that about covers it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

A/N: Here's the teaser for the Hadestown!AU featuring the one and only Bob Floyd! I'm so excited for this series, and cannot wait to share it with you all! Just like with other teasers, the scene material and subject matters may change as I actually get around to writing the story. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be updating my fics as well!

Masterlist || Robert "Bob" Floyd Tag List

"Bradley!" Bob cried, making his way towards the messenger god. Bradley leaned against the wall of the saloon, a bored expression on his face until he caught sight of the bespectacled young man.

"Hey! The big artiste!" The god grinned widely. "Aren't you working on your song?"

Bob frowned up at him, looking around the street. "Where's Peach?"

"What do you care?" Bradley snorted, fixing him with a look. "You'll find another muse somewhere."

Bob glared at him. "Where is she?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Wherever she is," Bob said, puffing his chest out defiantly, "is where I'll go."

Bradley went back to inspecting his nails, the act grating on Bob's nerves.

"And what if I told you that she's down below?"

Bob felt his blood run cold at his friend's words. What was he talking about?

"Down below?" He questioned, fear gripping him like a vice.

Bradley nodded.

"Down below," he confirmed. "Six feet under the ground below."

Bob thought he was going to be sick. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hadn't been on that hill for that long, had he?

"She called your name before she went," Bradley continued, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips. "But I guess you weren't listening."

"No..." Bob murmured, tears springing to his eyes. This couldn't be happening, he had to fix this. Bradley watched him.

"So," he started. "How far would you go for her?"

"To the end of time," Bob answered immediately, not having to think about his answer, "to the end of the earth."

Bradley let out a loud snicker at that. "You gotta ticket?"

"No..."

"Didn't think so," he sighed, looking around to make sure the two of them were alone. "Of course, there is another way, but I'm not supposed to say."

Bob knew his friend was leading him on, but he didn't care. He had to get you back.

"Another way?"

"It's around the back, but it won't be easy," the god continued. "It's not for the sensitive of soul, so do you really wanna go?"

Bob felt his resolve tighten within his chest. He nodded firmly, meeting the god's eyes. "With all my heart."

Bradley raised an eyebrow at him.

"With all your heart?" He hummed, a smirk making it's way onto his lips. "Well, that's a start."

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

Some things just aren't meant to be.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.4k Words.

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"I'll take the left side, you look in the parking lots outside." Yoongi instructs, leaving Jungkook on his own- and he's stuck in place for a moment.

In an odd way, he knows where you could be hiding- because you've hidden here before, when you'd accidentally followed him outside, but got confused where to go since you haven't lived with him for even just a week yet. He remembers how you cowered in a corner at one of the spots where the bikes are put, little roof over it protecting them from rain- and also providing good shelter for you the entire day. He knows, right now, you probably do the same thing.

But his biggest problem is that he doesn't know what to do if he even finds you.

What's he supposed to do then? Sweep you off your feet like prince charming and take you home like nothing happened? It doesn't work like that, the problems from back then still exist today after all. You're clearly not well off at Hanako's, making it evident in the fact that you willingly ran away. And he can understand it.

But you also can't go into the hybrid care system due to his own company making sure you won't 'talk' to anyone who might ever adopt you. No one wants an older hybrid loaded with problems and legally binding NDA's at the end of the day, so your chances at ever really being adopted into a new home are pretty much zero. And if you are- there's a high chance those people will end up using you for higher gain. To defame him or his company, possibly.

And you can't go back with him, even if you wanted to.

Because with him, you'll have to go through all the harassments and forever continuing problems that Jin's now wife had to go through as well- probably even worse, considering you're not a human, but a hybrid of all things. He himself couldn't care less about the things people will probably say about him. They'll call him a fetishist, a pervert, whatever- it won't change what he's achieved in the past, the life he'd been able to life up until this point. But you don't deserve that. You don't deserve any of that hate you'll surely receive.

He should've thought about that before. But he didn't.

So in a way, he hopes for a while that he doesn't find you. That he's wrong, that you've escaped everyone, that you'll start a new life somewhere else maybe, far away from him and the consequences of his actions. But he's not that lucky. He never is, isn't he?

Your reflecting eyes stare at him from the corner you're hiding in, wide open, staring at him- and he doesn't know what to do.

He hasn't seen you in a while. Have you lost weight? Hanako promised him you were eating your meals properly, but looking at you, he worries she might've lied to him to simply soothe his anger a little. Your bright white hybrid tail and ears are grey-ish, dirty, and you just look terrified. He's never seen you like this.

Has he turned you into this? If not with his own hands, then probably with his actions.

You're trembling, and he doesn't know what to do. Everything his mind comes up with is some sort of skinship, reassurance, but he can't lie and pretend like he can just hold you and everything will be fine. It won't- and he knows this.

"Its my fault, isn't it?" He says, just.. standing there, looking down at you while you're still cowering in your corner, trying not to let the rain get to you. It's stopped by now, only some faint drops still falling- but the water is everywhere at this point, and you don't want your shoes to soak it all up.

You've got no way to get them dry later.

"Its my fault." He says again. "I didn't.. think it trough. I thought-" he speaks mostly to himself it seems, gaze distant as he watches his own reflection in the puddle of water he's standing in. "I thought it would somehow all work out." He tells no one in particular, and you don't know what to say. You don't know if there even is anything to say.

"I was naive to think that.. you know, I could just play pretend for a while." He continues, taking a step away from you. "I was hoping I could work towards.. the world, the fans accepting the.. possibility of us one day.." he seems to break a little. "But then, when Seokjin announced his engagement, and all hell broke loose.. I felt like I couldn't put you through that too." He tears up. "I should've known. I should've.. expected that, but seeing it happen like this, it-" he shakes his head. "I had to do something. Anything to keep you safe." He softly speaks, like he's trying to make you understand.

Even though you do. You know why he did what he did, somewhat.

"I shouldn't have taken you with me in the first place." He says. "You.. even asked me. You were the more mature one back then- you.. tried to help, but I was stubborn. I still am." He shakes his head. "I didn't want to see what could happen. I wanted to believe." He says, before he suddenly leans down, knees hitting the wet puddle as he kneels down. "I ruined your life because of my own greed." He tells you, and you worry for him as you watch his pants soak up the cold water. "I ruined any future you could've had just because.. I wanted you." Jungkook tells you, before his hands dip into the shallow puddle in front of him, body folding over as he bows- instantly terrifying you. "Please forgive me." He says, and you instantly move to push against his shoulders.

It's not his fault. It's not- you could've done something too. You could've been born something else, someone else- someone he could've been able to love without having to choose between the life he wants and the life he chose. You could've never met him, could've turned away from him, could've never accepted his offer to so much as talk to you back at the carecenter.

It's not his fault. It can't be. Because if it is, he would admit that the love you both had had been a mistake too.

"No-!" You whine, as you push harder against his shoulders for him to sit back up, but he doesn't move. He's a strong guy after all, no match for you- but you still try.

"I'm sorry." He keeps ranting, and you get up now, uncaring of your soft fabric boots soaking up as you try and pull him up now.

But he won't move.

"No!" You shake your head, letting yourself fall onto the wet pavement as well, crying out of frustration as you hit his back. "No.." you whine, pitifully as your tears get the better of you, body aching for him to hold you. You're scared, you don't know what's to come now, what will happen- you don't want to be in this nightmare any longer, you've never wanted this in the first place. So your weak hits turn into nothing as you cry out his name, desperate for any kind of reaction. And only then does he sit up, giving you a chance of crawling into his lap, desperate for any kind of reassurance.

You don't care if he doesn't mean it. If he wants to push you off, you'll let him- but just for a split second, you want to be surrounded by him, pretend you're back at his apartment, back home where you'd been happy.

But he doesn't push you off, and maybe that's even worse.

He wraps his arms around you so much it hurts a little, but you couldn't feel more pain than at the sound of his sobs in your shoulder. He sounds distressed, like a child having lost its mother, like you did back when you were just a kitten having been told that your momma will never come back home. He sounds just like you that day, all confused, and scared, and nothing but upset.

About the world that moves on, uncaring of you both or the situation you find yourselves in.

"Jungkook.." a voice is heard behind him, a young man with an umbrella you recognize as Yoongi standing close but with a respectable distance, watching with a look on his face you can understand somewhat.

He probably doesn't know what to do either. Can't help, can't make it better.

No one can.

So you just close your eyes, and become a ghost, enjoying his warmth for one last time. That's all you can do for him, for you as well, at the end of the day.

Because some things just aren't meant to be.

"Jungkook- come on, let's get her-" Yoongi tries, but Jungkook slaps his hand away, holds you even tighter now, while the rapper can't do anything but watch.

"no.!" He pitifully shakes his head, burying it in your neck. "Don't.. take her yet." He begs, but Yoongi is now more concerned over you than the mental state of his friend. Your tail is unmoving, resting in muddy water behind you, while your arms hang limply at your sides, not holding onto the young man at all any longer. Something's not right- the pale inside of your cat ears, your unmoving state of being-

"Jungkook, please-" He asks again, trying to get closer, step by step, as if he's talking to a dangerous animal. Which- in a way, he is. "-We have to get her help, okay?" He asks, and only now do Jungkook's eyes snap open.

You're not holding onto him.

You're not doing anything, in fact.

His own blood runs cold at the way he spots your unmoving tail, drops from the metal roof dripping down on it, but it just won't move even an inch. And neither does the rest of you move. Have you always been this cold?

His breath quickens as he slowly moves his arms, holds you a bit further away from himself- and your head just flops down onto his shoulder, making him panic. You're so pale- you've got no color to your cheeks, nothing- what's happening to you?

"Jungkook, snap out of it!" Yoongi begs, trying to somehow get his friend to put you into the car so he can drive you to get medical attention- but Jungkook can't move.

He's frozen in place at the sight of you.

You're resting heavy against his body, and only now does he quite grasp the severity of the situation. He can hear Yoongi on the phone with someone, but he can't really make out the words, brain just not attempting to understand any of them as he moves his hands underneath your clothes. His hands are cold, he remembers you'd always jump away from him with a giggle, before he'd chase you around his apartment- but you do nothing. You're not even warm at all underneath all those layers.

This can't be happening.

"Yeah- hey, Jungkook, come on, lets bring her to the car, okay?" Yoongi coaxes him, and Jungkook nods after a moment, finally coming somewhat back into reality as he carries you to the opened trunk where Yoongi had put down the back seats so you'd have a lot of space to lay down on. When he puts you down, you still don't move. Why won't you move? Not even a flutter of your eyelashes- you're way too still.

"Yeah, I'm checking, but I don't know where it could be-" Yoongi talks into his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, zipping open your coat to search for something it seems, while Jungkook can't do anything but watch. "I think I found it? Yeah, kind of, but it's all red, looks kind of like a bruise.." He explains, and Jungkook stares at the spot on the inside of your arm.

Hanako.

"Heat implant-" Jungkook stutters, looking at it. "I-it's a heat implant, Hanako said she's had it since the beginning of the year-" He rambles softly, eyes never leaving you, especially once he spots your chest rising and falling shallowly and quickly at the same time, while Yoongi repeats what he's said to whomever he's talking to.

"Yeah, we'll be on our way right now." He says, before he closes the trunk, and shoves Jungkook into the passenger seat before he gets in the car himself. "They're preparing for us right now- we'll bring her to the hospital right now." He offers, rushing as best as he can, before the large building comes into sight. "Jungkook."

"What-" The idol asks, having turned around the entire time to reach for your hand- even though it's cold, and you probably don't feel him holding it.

"The minute we arrive, there's a chance someone will take a picture, or a video, or anything." He reminds him with a serious expression. "You can either stay inside-"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head, holding your hand a bit tighter, looking back at you. "I'm done. I don't care anymore." He says.

"There's no coming back from this, Jungkook." Yoongi says again, parking near the emergency unit entrance where he can see several people already waiting for them, considering he'd called. They've put something like a tarp up, considering they know that Yoongi himself called- doing their best to shield anyone from potential media. But the chance still stands, and his words still hold weight.

But Jungkook doesn't answer- and instead gets out to open the trunk, carrying you into the emergency unit, where they take you from him for the last time.

Leaving him alone, with his thoughts, and a heavy heart that will probably never heal from this.

Taking your ghost with them, never to return.

Because down the line-

Some things just aren't meant to be.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook imagine

[counselor-the-mentat]

The right way to care (1).

Summary: a little brother takes care of a depressed big sibling.

Word count: ~600.

Lazy Saturday. No will to get out of the bed. Maybe the head was filled with some plans a long ago but not right now. Everything except staring at the ceiling seems exhausting. Being alive by now seems a miracle. But is it actually? Doesn't matter, airheads can't think.

"Hey, sib. Ya 'kay?" the little brother asks, leaning on the doorframe. He's pretty long for his 16 and it's hard to say that he's younger one. He received no response but didn't left. Instead, he sighed heavily and got closer to the bed. Mattress bend under his weight, his arms wrapped around tired body. His hot steady breath tickled the nape of the neck. "Hey, wanna eat? I can fry ya some potatoes. With nice sauce," his long thin fingers brushed against sibling's cheek. "No? Don't be picky. Ya needa eat or ya will turn into a.. hmmm.. a raisin. A little, shrinked raisin, ya hear me?"

No response, tho.

He sighs once more. "I wish ya felt better now, I swear... I wanna my sib back. My dear elder sib who enjoys my barely edible cooking. By the way, I got better at it, so.. maybe ya will give some potatoes a try?.." No response again. It's like talking to a dead. "M'kay, big grumpy. But keep in mind that I won't let you to starve to the death, hear me? I'll force-feed ya if I have to."

He snuggles closer, brushing his nose against sibling's cheek. "When ya used a bathroom last time? Ya know ya needa go pee-pee time to time, right?" His words are met with a sour groan. He understood everything by this simple reaction. "Woah, woah, yeah, c'mon. Ya needa this for sure."

Unhappy groans and whines never saved anyone from being dragged by limbs down the bed. "C'mon, cooperate!" he says, grunting. Once he finally managed to drag the dead-inside body to the bathroom another problem raised — when you pee your bottoms should be down. And the only person that wanted sibling's shorts and underwear down is their little brother who's hands were tagging those down already. "Ouch! Don't slap, I'm helping! I'm helping, ya airhead! C'mon, just your underwear down, I'm not even looking. Do you see me looking? Me neither."

It takes some time to relax in such tense position. But eventually the peeing is done and underwear is on again. "So, was it worth struggling? Huh?" the brother sounds stern but softens just in a moment. "M'kay, let's go back to yer cave, sib."

It's much more lovely in "a cave" than anywhere else. In the soft bed. But nausea from endless laying starts to go up to the throat.. But it's secondary.

"If you stay the same undead by the evening I'll be forced to give you a bath," the brother reminds casually. Well.. maybe there is some problems with lack of movements. Just slightly. Maybe it worth to get up once and wash without any help. The brother was persistent last time, no way something may change his mind.

"Ya make me feel lazy.. I don't wanna leave ya, I gotta make sure ya okay." His hand makes slow circles on sibling's tummy. It's almost magical how everything about him screams that he's the elder one here. Just somehow. "Ya won't kick me out, right? Yeah, of course. Ya have no energy for that. That's why ya trapped with me, sib," he chuckles softly. "Wanna share some sweet dreams?.. Yeah, let's just.. get more comfy here."

He softly takes the tired body in his arms, his embrace is like a safe pillow fort. Nothing can get through this. "Sleep well, sib. You need some good rest," he whispered gently.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere brother #little brother #yandere f/o #fauxcest #shipcest #soft yandere #depression mention #counselor writes

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 1

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1747

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst (mild)

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 1

You’d think being something supernatural you’d prefer to stay away from people, and live more of a solitary sort of life, but no. You like people, love laughter, and having a job with amazing coworkers brings you a sense of peace and happiness in your life.

One of your best friends at work is Sarah. She’s adorable, fun, and goofy, and you both make each other laugh all day at work while you unbox the truck shipment and get things on the hummers and into the bluebins, to get put out later.

She knows what you are, sort of. Although, not even you yet know the actual name of what you are. You haven’t found anyone you can really trust outside your immediate family to tell the whole truth to. Hell, you don’t need to scare anyone. Most people have no clue what’s really out there and you like keeping it that way. You’ve researched to find a name for what you are but so far, there isn’t a single thing that has your abilities/powers description. 

As you’re out on the floor, getting out one of the hummers with the kitchen items on it, your mind wanders back. When did it start, you think to yourself, absentmindedly. Four years, five now. You’re not sure anymore. Technically you’re in your early forties but ever since it happened, you feel like you’re in your mid to late twenties again. It also seemed as though aging had practically stopped. Most things a forty-year-old body would go through, you haven’t been experiencing. Just the opposite, you truly feel as though you’ve been getting physically younger.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” A woman asks, pulling you from your thoughts, as she can’t see the nametag hanging around your neck with how you’re standing.

You turn to her with a friendly smile, “Yup, how can I help you?”

“I’m just looking for a pan I can cover the top of my stove with,” the woman attempted to explain.

Neither you nor the woman knew the exact name of that particular thing, but glancing down, you notice a rather large cookie sheet on the shelf on the endcap of the aisle you’re stocking, “This might work,” you tell her, picking it up.

The woman is impressed, looking it over, “How much is it?” she asks.

You flip it over and find the tag, “Nine dollars,” you let her know, “Not bad. This is really nice.”

“What about that price? Fifteen?” the woman asks.

“Oh, that is the price you’d find it for at another store. Our price is always on the bottom of the tag,” you reassure her.

The woman is very happy, letting you know that if it doesn’t work to cover her stove, she’ll be making cookies. Of course, this is when your lighthearted side comes out, “I’m here Monday through Friday, always in the afternoons,” you tell her, playfully.

She finds you adorable, smiling at your playfulness and the two of you spend almost three full minutes talking about cookies before she thanks you for your help. You know it will bring your times down that you have to run the hummer in, but to you, seeing a customer smiling and enjoying their visit to the store is what brings you the most joy at work.

You smile happily to yourself as the woman goes on about her shopping trip and you get back to running your hummer of kitchen items. It’s while you’re putting out some of the food that the mess of the section bothers you again. This is one thing you’re not responsible for, straightening the shelves up to make them look nice. You frown a bit, seeing that there is nowhere to put out the box of bagged oats. Checking around, and not seeing anyone nearby, you just think that there is room on the shelf, that it looks a little neater, and it happens in less than the blink of an eye. 

What you didn’t notice was that you were being watched. A man, in his mid-thirties was standing near the women’s clothing racks, just watching you. He was fairly average, with short brown hair, and brown eyes, only about an inch taller than you, wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, a hoodie, and sneakers. 

You finished the kitchen hummer and then grabbed a toy one, making sure to write down your times on the sheet in the stockroom. The toy hummers were a little different. They had toys, pets, and craft supplies. Being a kid at heart, as well as loving anything stationary, you loved running these hummers. As you were putting out some of the dog toys, you heard the sound of one of the bluebins heading in your direction. It was like the hummers but those bluebins were for women's, men's, and children's items specifically.

Sarah was soon standing at the end of the pet aisle, phone up and recording, a playful smile on her lips, “Aaaannd, you’re fired,” she tried to say seriously.

You pretend to look upset and sad, then toss your arms up with playfulness, “Party at my house!”

The two of you laugh as she saves the video, only to post it online later, your Stockroom Antics tag included. The man who had been watching you earlier continues to do so. Every aisle seems to be a bit of a mess today, so again, you think about it looking a little nicer. Only a little though, you don’t need to draw unwanted attention to yourself from your boss if they watch the cameras.

Ten minutes before your shift ends, Sarah comes back up to you, “Code 99 me?” she asks, and you smirk.

“Oh, so if I don’t, that means you’re stuck here,” you chuckle.

“Not cool,” she replies, playfully, “Should I go find someone else?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Na, I’ll let you out,” you laugh a little. 

The two of you walk to the front of the store, in front of the doors so that you’re both on camera. Sarah opens her bag, and you peek in, “Looks good. See you tomorrow?” you tell her.

“Yup. See ya,” she replies before leaving.

You smile a bit and head to the stockroom. There’s always some cleanup that needs to be done and you enjoy doing those little things that there never seems to be time for others to do. The man continues to watch you, and you still haven’t noticed him, not really anyway. You’d seen him, yes, but to you, he’s just another customer.

The backroom isn’t bad, not today. The girl is working on tagging the shoes with the alarms while a couple of other girls are in the clothing pods tagging clothes and getting them on racks to go out either later on or the following morning. You get some sweeping done, straighten up the bluebins and hummers, then bid them all farewell for the evening. Just as you reach the register to clock out, your ‘end of shift’ alarm goes off.

“Thank you phone,” you say out loud, pulling it out of your back pocket, and then turn it off. Smiling and shaking your head a little.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you tell the two cashiers as you punch out. 

They smile and say goodbye as you head for the door. Since you don’t carry a purse, there’s no need to have a code 99 before you leave. The air is a little crisp, it being the beginning of January in Southern Arizona and you put the hood of your hoodie over your head. It’s been a cold few weeks, although this week has been the worst with the rain. For three days now the low in the mornings has been in the upper twenties and the days barely over fifty. That’s cold for where you live but it happens every so many years.

As you’re walking toward your truck, which you love with all your heart, the man from earlier is following you still. The chill doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all. For now, you believe he’s still just a customer, not paying him much attention. The wind blows just right, from behind you, and all you can smell is sulfur, and a chill runs down your back. You take a deep breath though, calming your nerves. You should have known that picking a job across the street from where you had previously worked wasn’t the best of ideas.

You stayed calm as you walked to your truck. She was quite the beast of a truck. A 91’ F350 XLT Lariat, crew cab, long bed, with a two-inch lift, 1500 lb leaf springs, and 4-wheel drive. You hadn’t saved up enough to have her fixed up like you wanted but you loved her dearly. As you rounded the hood, the man pushed you against your truck, right in front of the tire.

“Found you,” he said in a low, pleased tone, smiling devilishly, “The boss is gonna be pleased.”

Without thinking you put your hand on his chest and the black smoke of the demon's soul began expelling out of his mouth, toward the ground. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to deal with demons and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. The demon looked at you through the man’s eyes, almost in terror but more in shock at what you were doing. He apparently didn’t get the memo of what had happened to the last demon that had gotten too close to you. A smirk crossed your lips as the demon's soul left the man’s body, went into the ground, back to hell where it belonged. 

With the demon now gone, the man was unconscious. You sighed before carefully dragging him over to the closest tree in the parking lot, which you had parked near, and propped him against it. At least he was still alive. Most demons rode whoever they possessed hard, usually killing them in the process. He’ll wake later, you told yourself before heading home.

That night you thought long and hard about whether or not to go back to work the following day. You knew the demon would tell his boss, whom you’d never met, just heard about. That’s when you sat up a little straighter on your couch, a determination in your eyes.

“I’m not letting demons run me out of a job I love,” you said confidently.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 2

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[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 20 - Shopping in Shimokitazawa

(Long post - Kaoru showing his fashion preferences, and buying a new item)

K: Hi, this is The Freedom of Expression, I'm Kaoru from Dir en grey.

J: And I'm Joe Yokomizo.

K: Its so hot!!

J: Agh, yes! Its almost pointless saying it at this stage, but we still can't help it.

K: Why has it been so hot recently??

J: I don't know, but its the first thing you wanna say, right?

K: Isn't it always super hot whenever we film on location?

J: Haha, yes, but at least its not raining.

K: Well, yeah.

J: A lot of typoons come in this season, so we are lucky to get a sunny day in that sense. But actually, I was gonna say, there is something slightly different about today...someone is missing. Isn't it strange?

K: Huh? Whats going on?

J: Well, we are here in Shimokitazawa this morning...

K: Yeah, its kinda early, right?

J: Yeah...well, its early for us.

K: Haha

J: But Tasai didn't turn up at the meeting time. He is usually always on time, right?

K: He is usually early.

J: Yeah, he is always the first to arrive, isn't he? So I thought it was a bit strange for him not to be here, so I called him, but he didn't answer. If he was on his way, he'd answer, right? So I thought, Huh??, and tried calling him again. Eventually he answered, and he was like, 'Joe, whats wrong, why are you calling me at this time in the morning?'

K: Haha

J: 'Nevermind "whats wrong"! We are filming on location today!!', and he was like, 'Oh my god , oh my god!! I'll come now!'

K: Haha

J: He was really panicking.

K: So, he's still coming even though we started filming already?

J: Yep, hopefully. I don't want to give away too much personal info, but he doesn't live far from Shimokitazawa, haha.

K: Oh, so he'll probably be here.

J: Yes, everyone look out for his reaction when he arrives! Anyway, so we are in Shimokitazawa today, in front of this sign for Azuma dōri. Leader, do you know this area?

K: Well, I've been here a few times, but not tonnes.

J: Oh really?! You are not that familiar with it?

K: Not really, no.

J: Shimokitazawa is the place for bandmen to hang out thought, isn't it?

K: Yeah, so I've come here to drink and stuff, but I haven't really had a look around the streets much. Having said that, I do feel like around here has changed a lot since before. The train tracks have disappeared!

J: Yeah, the tracks have moved underground, and there was some talk about having tall buildings here. But the locals fought against this, saying that Shimokitazawa is not that kind of neighborhood, so now its just as we can see here. There is also a lot of redevelopment going on, there used be so many filthy, old shops here, but now there are a lot of really nice places. Ok, so why have we come to Shimokitazawa? Well, on the last live broadcast, we talked about going to record stores, didn't we? Do you remember, Leader?

K: Yeah, we did say that.

J: So today we are gonna visit the famous store Disc Union! Do you know this store?

K: Yes. I've never been to the branch in Shimokitazawa, but I've been to others.

J: Yeah, i buy a lot of records, so Disc Union has been very useful. From where I live, I tend to use the Shinjuku branch, but there are loads of musician types who live in Shimokitazawa, right? So, who knows, we might get some rare finds. We will have a walk through Shimokitazawa and then check out Disc Union, but we won't do any editing to the footage.

K: Will it be ok?

J: I don't know, anything could happen. Like just then with cars and motobikes driving right in front of the camera.

K: Well, we can't do anything about that.

J: Right. Anyway, yeah, so no editing. I'll just do the notifications before we get started. Uh, we are still taking comments, thoughts, and messages, and questions, anything is ok. Twitter users can use the tag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for members only. If you become a channel member, you can watch this live broadcast in the archives for a year, and there will be member only videos. So please do join using the link at the top of the screen, and enjoy the show to the end. Ok, Tasai still isn't here, but should we get started?

K: Yep

J: So, there is a second hand clothes store right before our eyes that I think you probably like the look of, Leader. You like second hand clothes, don't you? Is this shirt you are wearing now a second hand shirt?

K: No, this isn't second hand.

J: Oh, it isn't? Well, anyway, Shimokitazawa is known as THE place for second hand clothes, so we will have a look at this store SPiCe, which is right by the station. Lets go!

*They walk towards the store, and enter a flight of stairs up to the 2nd floor*

J: Aghh, I'm so relieved to be going indoors.

K: Haha, yeh, this is what its like on location.

J: My vision is suffering coming into the dark all of a sudden!

K: Haha

J: *entering the store* Ah, this is nice, Tshirts of course. Hello, thanks for having us.

K: Hello

J: The staff member is wearing a Ramones shirt, of course.

K: Oh yeah.

J: It really feels like Shimokitazawa. *To staff member* Whats your name?!

Staff: My real name?

J: Either, anything is ok!

Staff: Uh, I'm Ōhori, I just started working here 1 month ago.

J: Thank you Ōhori san! What are your biggest sellers here?

Staff: All sorts of genres and styles, ringer tshirts, band shirts, hip hop shirts. Its an amazing store where you can be made over into any fashion style you choose.

J: Oh great! Well, Leader, lets start looking around. Tell us if you see anything you like...Oh, my eyes are drawn straight to the tshirts!

K: Right

J: Cause you can never have enough tshirts in Summer.

K: Haha, yeah, I end up changing a few times a day.

J: Yeah, especially when filming on location...Ah, here are the hip hop tshirts.

K: Yeah, and band shirts.

J: You like this kind of thing, don't you, Leader? Agh, I wanna look at them all. I wonder how much they cost?

K: Well, probably not that much. The ones hanging up above here will be expensive.

J: Ah, yeh of course. That Beatles one will be expensive. I wanna find something for a good price. Ahhh

K: *mocking Joe* Ahhh, haha.

J: Yeah, forgive me, its early, its hot, my head may still not working as well as it should, but Im ok, don't worry. Anyway, lets find some good items. *To staff* Do you have any items to recommend?

Staff: What genre do you like?

J: Leader, what genre?

K: Uh, like movie tshirts.

Staff: Well, if you like movie shirts, we have this 'The Fire In The Sky' shirt. Also, hmm, we recently got another one over here...

J: Are tshirts usually sold for about ¥10,000?

Staff: The cheap ones go for about ¥4000, and the expensive ones are like this one. This is ¥44,000.

J: Which one??

Staff: The Eminem one.

J: ¥44,000?! Leader! Leader! Leader!

K: Nah, I'm not that into Eminem, hahaha.

J: ¥44,000! What about this one?

Staff: Thats a Van Gogh print shirt.

J: How much is it?

Staff: Thats ¥33,000.

J: Ahhh. What about the Pink Floyd one?

Staff: Yep, that a 'The Wall' shirt, thats ¥14,390.

J: Ahh, ok. I thought the ones hanging up would have a more extravagant price tag, but around ¥10,000 is not that bad.

K: Yeah, its affordable, right?

J: Yeah. Look, there are more over here. That looks like tie-dye...Oh!! The Grateful Dead!!

K: Thats for you, no doubt. It looks good.

J: It does!

K: Its ¥9900.

J: Yeah, I could get this.

K: Show the camera.

J: I'm a huge fan of The Grateful Dead. I was at Fuji Rock up until yesterday, and I wore Grateful Dead tshirts the whole time. It's ¥9900, ¥9900..

K: Haha

J: If I say it five times, it might get cheaper, haha. Im trying to think of how to get discounts, but I doubt the staff will give me any, haha. Oh look, this one is good too, The Stones (Voodoo Lounge)!

K: Yeah, and it looks the right size for you.

J: The price is...omg!...¥25,900.

K: No problem, surely.

J: Leader, you should get this!

K: I'm not that into The Stones though.

J: Oh, but it suits you! Leader! Leader! It looks cool on you!

K: It does, doesn't it? haha

J: Right?? Whether or not you actually like The Stones is a seperate issue.

K: Well, yeah.

J: ¥25,900...

K: The pattern is cute. Joe, you should get this.

J: No, it suits you more.

K: It suits you too.

J: Ahh, maybe if it was cheaper..

K: If it was any cheaper it would be too cheap! haha.

J: I have no money left, haha. But these types of shirts are great, they have such an impact...Ah, Leader, you found something! What is it?

K: Its a KMFDM shirt.

J: Ah, hold it up to you...That won't be very expensive. It looks good. How much is it?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ohhh...But that Stones shirt!

K: Haha

J: *picking up another shirt* I can never have enough of this kind of shirt.

K: Yeah, that is nice.

J: Ok, the price, how much is it?! It says 'WE ARE SO FUCKED'..

K: The price is ¥6500

J: I could get this. It has a print on the back too. This is nice. But...ahhh..

K: You like the Stones shirt?

J: Yeah

K: What about this one?

J: Oh, its a simple design.

K: Its a Greenday Crew shirt.

J: Oh yeah, it says 'Local Crew' on it.

K: This is good.

J: Plus is doesn't really look second hand.

K: Right?

J: It looks like its probably only been worn about once.

K: Its ¥14,000. Size XL.

J: What size do you like for tshirts? Still oversized?

K: Yeah, I like a bigger size.

J: This shirt works well if you wear jewelry or stuff.

K: Yeah.

J:...Don't you want a Slipknot shirt? You probably already have one, right?

K: No, I don't have one.

J: You don't??

K: No, but it's difficult to wear a Slipknot shirt out anywhere, haha.

J: Yeah, haha. I get you, I understand that. Thats not a slight on Slipknot though, right? Its just difficult to wear it anywhere.

K: Yeah, haha.

J: Ah, that Pink Floyd shirt is good too.

K: Yeah, that well-known cover.

J: I bet thats expensive.

Staff: Not really, its ¥14,000.

J: Ahh, not that bad. This is an odd thing to say, but aren't second hand shirts going through a bit of a gradual price boom at the moment?

Staff: Yeah, the prices are seasonal..

J: So we should buy in this season?

Staff: Yeah, now is the cheapest time to get them.

J: They will only get more expensive from now on?

Staff: Yep.

J: So if we see something we like, we should get it. Plus we might not get the same luck again if we find something good.

K: Ahh! *points to the Stones (Voodoo) shirt*

J: Haha, but its over ¥20,000. I could get the Grateful Dead one instead. ¥10,000 is managable, but ¥20,000 is a bit steep for me. Anyway, lets have a look at the other end of the store...they have button up shirts, pants/trousers. Leader, you like these kinda summer shirts, don't you?

K: Yeah *finds a leopard print hawaiian style summer shirt* This is nice.

J: You could even end up showing your nipples with that.

K: I could wear this.

J: Yeah, that is very you.

K: I like shirts like this.

J: Yeah, especially in the summer.

K: *finds a shirt with beach scene print* This is pretty ordinary, but I could wear this too.

J: Its very summery. Leader, do you wear shorts?

K: Yeah, I do. Look, there are shorts here.

J: Ahh, I think you should get these! haha *hands Kaoru some orange and blue striped shorts* You wouldn't wear those, would you??

K: No, not this kind of thing.

J: They look like they would suit Europeans.

K: Like a fashionable older guy, or something?

J: Yeah, yeah.

K: *finds some camouflage print shorts* I like these.

J: Yeah, thats more like it.

K: They are ¥2900.

J: That's cheap!

K: Yeah. I might buy these, haha.

J: Oh! A purchase??

K: I could easily wear these.

J: Ohh, Leader is thinking about it. ¥2900, so cheap.

K: Yeah

J: The Tshirts are a bit expensive, but I suppose it can't be helped if there is a price boom.

K: Its because everyone here is wearing them...Oh, those Dragonball shirts are good.

J: I wonder how much they cost...Excuse me, how much are the Dragonball shirts?

Staff: These were made in America, so I think they are about ¥22,000. *checks price* Yes, ¥22,000.

J: You know all the prices well!

K: Thats expensive!

Staff: They are both around ¥22,000.

K: Probably because they are American made.

J: Imported second hand. I bet these are popular.

Staff: Yeah, this, and Akira and stuff are popular.

K: Ahh, Akira, yeah, that will be expensive. That can't be helped.

J: Yeah.

K: You don't often see second hand Akira shirts though, right?

J: Yeah, if you buy it, you wanna keep it.

K: Oh, look! This is good *finds an In-and-out burger shirt* I wanna eat there.

J: Yeah, me too. Let's go on location overseas one day!

K: Hahaha

J: It would be tough with this exchange rate.

K: Yeah, that would be one expensive hamburger.

J: It'd be over ¥1000 right? Like $8/9 or $12 for a meal set. Thats close to ¥2000 from our perspective....Are these hip hop tshirts? Oh, movies!

K: Yeah, Halloween.

J: And its cheap, ¥5400. But you like a bigger size, right?

K: Yeah.

J: Is this just about right, size wise?

K: Yeah...Halloween.

J: You found a good one, ¥5400, ¥5400..

K: You keep doing that even when its cheap, haha.

J: The price is the first thing I say, I just do, the design comes after that, haha.

K: You look at the design last? haha

J: Yeah, well I usually just go for white or black anyway. Oh, there are sweaters too, and all these tshirts folded in piles....Def Lepard, Nirvana..

K: Nirvana shirts are still really expensive.

J: Yeah, the originals are. You often see replicas though.

K: Look, this one says 'DIR'.

J: Oh yeah!

K: Its DIRTBO??

J: Oh, I see, I didn't even realise!

K: Hahaha

J: Have you ever found a Dir tshirt in a second hand store?

K: No, I haven't.

J: I guess people don't want to sell them.

K: No, there is no demand for them.

J: I think there would be! Ah, I see more Nirvana shirts here.

K: I've always thought this, but you buy band tshirts and stuff new, right? And you wear them and wash them loads of times, but they never stay as in good condition as all these.

J: I suppose if these are bought from America...

K: But over there they still shove them in huge washing machines all the time. They will still wear out.

J: But over there, they use dryers, they don't really dry clothes outdoors. So there is that, and they probably use different detergent than Japan.

K: Ah, they use more heavy duty stuff?

J: Yeah, and when they are imported to Japan, they wash them again before putting them in stores. Thats why they look so nice.

K: They all smell the same, don't they?

J: They do! Second hand clothes stores have a very particular smell. I really like it.

K: So do I.

J: This is unrelated, but when I was born..

K: No, we don't wanna hear!

J: Really? haha, listen to me!

K: Oh, ok. Haha.

J: When I was born, my mum apparently really loved the smell of dirty drains, (She) was always trying to smell the drain. (*Japanese often omits pronouns, so here Kaoru thinks Joe is referring to himself smelling drains, but he is actually talking about his mother for both the liking and the smelling of drains*)

K: You? Haha, gross.

J: And I became the type of man I am now, haha. Its usually a bad smell right? But I think its like when women are pregnant, their tastes can change, they can start to hate things they used to love etc. Well, she suddenly started to love the smell of dirty drains! She was always searching for the drain to smell it.

K: Oh, your mother?!

J: Yes, and this is the child that formed.

K: You are made of the smell of dirty drains? haha. I don't think so.

J: I'm drainman, haha. Anyway, we'd better start heading on to the next store, say in about 5 minutes. So, Leader, if you want to buy anything here, now is the time. There are still areas we haven't looked at.

K: I like this.

J: Oh thats cute, thats a real second hand shirt. An American comic strip print.

K: Its ¥20,000.

J: Now see, since we are on location here, its gonna be hard to leave here if we don't buy something!

*Staff laughing*

K: *clapping* Jo~e! Jo~e!

J: This would be the perfect time for Tasai to arrive!

K: Hahaha

J: You could buy those shorts, and we could leave, but its not very Japanese to just leave without buying anything, especially when we are coming and filming in here! Should we do Rock Paper Scissors?

K: Thats even less polite! Hahaha

J: No, I mean, I really do want to buy that tshirt...but hey, its August from tomorow right?

K: Huh?

J: I mean, I'm on a budget each month. I'll be a different person tomorow, haha. This month I went to Fuji Rock, I spent a lot...I'm on a commoner's budget.

K: Ahh, ok.

J: I really want those two shirts, I just feel like we shouldn't leave without buying something. But I don't have the courage to buy them. You are the one who has to buy something. You could buy those shorts?

K: Yeah, I can buy those.

J: Oh, good!

K: I like this tshirt, I just wish the size was a bit bigger.

J: XXL is best, right?

K: Yeah...hmm, how much is that Rob Zombie tshirt?

J: The staff just said 'Ah!'. Does that mean its gonna be really expensive? haha.

Staff: Its ¥22,900.

K: Ah, yeh, of course.

J: 'Cause its a big sized Rob Zombie shirt. Its cool though...Its times like this I wish I was the type of man who could buy that Voodoo shirt.

K: You could buy it.

J: It IS cute.

K: It is really good. That The Grateful Dead shirt is more common. The Voodoo one is rarer.

J: Its the perfect size.

K: It really suits you. You could wear it on your late night shows.

J: Would I look cool?

K: Yes

J: Ahh, for now Leader you just buy those shorts.

K: Hahaha

J: In the meantime...

K: Really? But I like this Greenday shirt too.

J: Ok, buy that! How much was it again?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ah, thats ok. Oh, the cameraman is behind you.

K: Hmm, ok I'll buy the shorts.

J: Are you gonna try them on?

K: No, I'll just hold them up against me.

J: They'll probably fit you...I wish Niconama would let us have ¥30,000 each for shopping. Then I could buy the voodoo shirt.

K: ¥30,000 each? Haha, thats quite a lot.

J: Yeah, like ¥100,000 between us. Does it say the size on the shorts?

K: Well, I can tell they will fit by looking at them.

Staff: I think they are about M size.

J: What about the size in inches?

Staff: Ah, Im not sure. If they are American military...

J: I think they are. Kaoru, don't you need to try them on?

K: No

J: Ok, well, we pondered over a lot of things, but ended up with shorts in the end.

K: Huh?

J: We looked at so many tshirts, but then just decided on shorts.

K: Is that how it is?

J: No no, its not a bad thing, haha. I just don't have it in me to let us leave without buying something. Where is Tasai?!

K: *finding a NIN shirt* Oh! I have this shirt!

J: Really? That makes me want to buy it.

K: Its a bit small.

J: Yeah, if only it was a bit bigger. But I do remember you wearing this somewhere.

K: Yeah

J: If only it was bigger...I do like that double sided print tshirt though.

K: Which one?

J: This one. I'm not sure about the size though.

K: The size looks ok on you.

J: Does it?

K: What brand is it?

J: Im not sure....Oh, my phone's going, that must be Tasai. That sucker is on his way! Hold on, let me answer.

K: During the show!? Hahaha

J: Helloo? Where are you? Do you know the east exit? If you come out of the east exit, and then look immediately to your right, you'll see a sign for the store 'SPiCe' on the second floor. Can you see it? Ok, come up here...Tasai is coming, I can't believe he will be here. *Joe continues to talk on the phone to Tasai*

K: Ok, I'll buy these now then.

Staff: Thank you.

K: Where is Toru? I don't have any cash on me....*shouts down the stairs* Toru! I need your wallet.

J: Lets make Tasai buy something as a forfeit.

K: Do you take card?

Staff: Yes, we do.

J: Well, I'm glad we were able to do some shopping, and glad that Tasai is coming.

Staff: Thats ¥2900, with tax it comes to ¥3190.

K: Ok, I'll pay by card please.

J: Here he is! At last!

T: I'm so sorry!!

J: What on earth are you doing??!

T: I'm so sorry! I hope you are all ok.

J: We are not ok! You'll have to buy something for us to make up for it!

T: Anything!

J: Tasai, this Voodoo Lounge shirt would be good. Is it too small for you??

T: Joe, you have good taste.

J: It won't fit you though.

T: Its ok, I'll buy it.

J: Have you checked the price? Its so cheap.

T: I'll put it on now.

J: Check the price though.

T: How much is it?...Omg, its expensive! Its ok, I'll still buy it.

J: Haha, ahhh. Hey but, Leader liked the look of this Greenday shirt too.

T: Oh, this is for Kaoru? Thats ok.

J: Really??

T: Yeah

K: Hahaha

J: You are so sweaty!

T: Haha, Hi everyone.

J: You look like Cunning Takayama!

K: Hahaha

T: Eh?

J: What happened, did you just forget about the plan today?

K: Put that tshirt back first, you'll get sweat on it.

J: Ah, right, yeah.

T: I think I forgot what day it was.

J: Didn't you get the group mail?! *laughs at Tasai trying to mop sweat off his face*

T: I didn't realise it was this week, I was just in the gym. Then my phone rang, and I wondered why you were calling. Then you told me you were already getting started, and I thought OMG!, and rushed here.

K: Are you actually free for the rest of the day? Apart from the gym?

T: Yeah, I was wondering what I should do with the day after the gym, haha. I'm sorry.

J: No, its good, we are glad you are here.

T: Don't be late, people!

J: You were panicking, right?

T:· Yeah, it was terrible.

J: I've done that once before on this show.

K: Oh, you have! Thats right.

J: It happens sometimes. Anyway, now that we've bought something, should we go to the next place?

T: Really? Ok, I'll come back and buy this tshirt later! Ok, off we go!!

J: Haha, why so sudden??!

T: Oh, sorry, haha.

J: A big thank you to the staff for having us! Everyone, come and check out the stuff at SPiCe.

T: Right next to the station in Shimokitazawa.

J: Yep, zero seconds from the station. Its the closest second hand clothes store to Shimokitazawa station. It has a lot of great stuff, and a lot of things which Kaoru liked, so please check it out. Ok, lets go to Disc Union. Thank you! *walking out* Ahh, that was good. You came at just the right time, Tasai.

T: Oh really? Good.

K: You got here quite quickly.

T: Well, I wasn't far.

J: Its a right turn from the entrance.

T: Right, ok. Shimokitazawa is my hometown. The camera is behind us? Ok.

J: But its hot!

T: Yeah, it is.

J: Today is certainly a hot day.

K: You wanna get rid your clothes, not buy more. Its too hot.

J: Yeah. Leader, how are you managing in this heat? But I guess you are just working at home at lot, are you?

K: Well, I do like going out for walks.

J: Oh, you do go out??

K: Yeah, I do feel the need to get some sun. Not always though.

J: Ahh, I thought you would be shut up inside the whole summer.

K: Well, I am shut up inside a lot..

J: But you get out for walks a bit too.

K: Yeah

T: Kaoru, I saw on your Insta that you'd been to Asakusa.

K: Yep, I was there. There is this crepe shop there, they did actually once make an offer to this show for us to come and eat there.

J: Oh, lets go next time.

K: But anyway, Im doing my art exhibition, and at the same time I'm gonna be doing a collaboration with that crepe shop. So I just went to check out the store, we made a video for my blog TheThe Day.

J: Wow, collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah, they've done Dir collaborations there before.

T: ...Collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah.

J: What, you make crepes with your product theme or something?

K: I have these characters Krim&Zon, I'm using those as the theme.

J: Ahh, I'm sure the fans will love that! But it seems a shame to eat it, haha.

K: You have to eat it. So, yeh, they invited this show to go there too, but we couldn't due to timing.

T: Do you draw Krim&Zon pictures on thr crepes?

K: Its not drawing, but kind of foods resembling the characters, or something with a small print on. But I haven't actually finalized them yet.

J: Well, thats something to look forward to.

T: Thats from September, right?

K: Yeah. By the way, its actually July when we are filming this.

J: Yes, so you still have time to get it done. Ok, lets cross the road here.

T: There is a lot of performance halls here.

K: Yeah, Shimokitazawa has that image.

J: Yep, its a theatre town, a live house town. Its brilliant at night, it has a very different atmosphere from Shibuya or Shinjuku.

K: Yeah.

J: Its exciting to drink here.

T: And there are a lot more second hand clothes stores here now.

K: Yeah, we've just been to one.

T: Oh, did you?

K: Hahaha

J: Yeah, you weren't there, were you?! Too busy at the gym.

K: You got there right when we finished.

J: How can you even go to the gym this early in the morning?? You are like a celebrity!

T: No, I'm not like a celebrity.

K: Wasn't SHELTER (*venue name*)around here somewhere? Oh, there it is. I've been there before.

T: Have you played live there before?

K: No

J: Has Dir ever played in Shimokitazawa?

K: I don't think so, no....Ah, there it is!

J: Yep, thats Disc Union. A bit further up is The Suzunari theatre.

T: There is also a famous soup curry restaurant up there too.

K: Ahh. Should we cross the road here?

J: Yes....Ahh, but its hot! I'm sure a lot of the viewers have been here.

K: We could get a beer somewhere around here, haha.

J: Thats a nice idea! Its quite compact here, so it feels like there is more stuff here than Shibuya, and its not as busy as Shinjuku. Its the best place to go out for a walk and go shopping.

T: Kaoru, you said you don't come here much?

K: Not much, no.

J: For me, I always feel like this is the place where bandmen or theatre people like to drink. Either here or Koenji.

K: Ah, I've been to Koenji a lot of times. I tend to go there.

J: You are a Koenji guy?

K: Yeah.

J: Ok, so we have arrived at Disc Union. Lets stand over here. So Disc Union in Shimokitazawa sells records and Cds of all genres, Rock, JPop, Jazz, Soul, anything. We are gonna search for some records here today! But actually, Dir en grey released a record too, right?

K: Yes

J: Oh, congratulations *claps* Is it sold out?

K: I'm not sure, there might be some left in stores.

J: Ah, here it is.*Staff passes Phalaris LP to Joe, who passes it to Kaoru* It looks cool! I wanna see the inside too.

K: There is a lot to see.

J: Yeah, you can do that with records. Ok, so for the rest of the show we will be searching through loads of records, so please keep watching. But unfortunately, the free part ends here, so our Disc Union searching will make up the paid half, and you can look forward to whatever discoveries Kaoru makes. Can we also do a present for the viewers? Yep, ok. Tasai will see to that.

T: I'll pay for it myself.

K: Hahaha

J: So please become a channel member to enjoy all this. Ok, I'll just explain how it works. The second part is for members only, so you have to join if you wanr to watch it. If you join, you can watch this broadcast in the archives for one year, and you will get a members only video in the coming days. Here's how to join, click the blue link at the top of thr screen. Thanks for pointing, Leader. You will then get a page asking you to choose your payment method. Choose your method, and click proceed, enter your details, and you're done. If you haven't joined yet, please do so to enjoy the rest of the show. Leader, before we move on, do you have any announcements?

K: Uh, we have a tour starting from November. And my art exhibition Nouteikarano2 will start in September, so please check it out. You two should come too.

J, T: Of course!

J: Yes, I'll go to both.

T: I'm looking forward to the exhibition.

J: Yeah. How are your preparations going?

K: Well, I've finished most of the art.

J: Ok, well everyone can look forward to that. Lets have a quick break here, and the members only section will start very soon, so just wait there. See you there!

T: Don't be late!

J: Exactly!

#dir en grey #薫 #the freedom of expression #translation #kaoru

[inlovewithgreta]

you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Four

You wake up with a groan as your alarm clock blared in your ear from your nightstand. Lifting your head, you look at the clock that brightly reads 7:30 am.

Last night's events were spiraling through your mind all night long, refusing to leave for hours on end, leaving you exhausted.

Wednesday had her first scheduled therapy session today, and since Larissa was the one driving her to Jericho, it only made sense that you tagged along.

Taking a quick shower seemed like the best plan to clean yourself and your mind. You were glad it never took you long to get ready, it was always one of your favorite qualities. It made things so much easier. Being late was never your thing.

Looking in the mirror, you do some finishing touches to your usual cheery clothing with some accessories and even add some light pink gloss to your lips before grabbing your purse and heading towards Larissa's office.

You only made it about halfway there before Larissa and Wednesday came into view. Larissa had the same idea you had and was on her way to meet up with you. The pig-tailed girl had on her usual deadpan face while the tall blonde was her usual smiley self.

Seeing the woman in front of you once again, those same thoughts that ran through your head the night before, all came running back. Neither you nor Larissa seemed to notice the pair of eyes darting between the two of you from Wednesday.

Luckily, you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when Wednesday was the first to speak up.

"Let's get this over with."

She takes the lead as the three of you walk to the car, clamber inside, and buckle yourselves in for the short ride to Jericho.

You were glad to have bundled up as it was just a tad bit on the chilly side today.

The drive to Jericho was an awkward one. Nobody talked and nobody looked at each other, the only sounds coming from the vehicle.

You drove past a large white sign reading 'Welcome to Jericho' just before entering the streets of the small town. People went on with their days even as the weather seemed a bit gloomy.

Larissa carefully stopped the car in front of an array of buildings, stopping it just in front of a door. Putting the vehicle in park, she proceeds to tell Wednesday where to go and even offers to buy the girl hot chocolate.

Larissa's smile falters ever so slightly when Wednesday declines, the small twitch in her lips was just obvious enough for you to notice.

She warns Wednesday not to run away, to which you agreed with.

Chasing after your sister in an unknown town was not on your to-do list.

During your own time at Nevermore, only the privileged got the chance to come into town and you were glad things seemed to change.

"Wednesday, please—"

Slam

You're cut off when she quickly shuts the door.

". . .behave." You sigh, watching as she disappears into the building and leaves you alone with a now quiet Larissa.

The blonde had just a sliver of a smile when you both finally made eye contact with each other.

"Well," You put on a small smile of your own, "I could still go for some hot chocolate."

"Really?" She seemed almost shocked.

"Of course! It is a bit chilly out, plus how else are we to keep busy while she's in there? Just point me in the direction and I'll fetch us a couple."

"Okay!" Her smile instantly grew bigger as she grabbed her purse from the backseat. "Here, let me just grab you some cash. . ." She digs around in the expensively looking handbag.

"No no, that's not necessary. I can pay."

"It was my idea," She stated.

"But I agreed to it."

"But I'm your boss, and you do as I say. Or can you not handle this already?" She raises an eyebrow while the money sits between her pointer finger and middle finger, waiting for you to accept defeat.

"I can!—"

"Then take the money."

She smirks when you eventually grab it with a huff.

"Where do I go?"

"See that little shop along the corner there?" She points just a bit up the road.

You nod your head with a small 'mhm'.

"That's where you're headed."

"Alright, I'll be back shortly."

And with that, you closed the car door and began walking down the sidewalk.

Larissa couldn't help but watch in the rear view mirror as you slowly faded from view. A part of her gutted to see you walk off by yourself in a town you knew nothing about. The townsfolk weren't always the most welcoming if they found out you were from Nevermore.

It was only a short walk to the little coffee shop. A sign reading 'Weathervane' sat in bold letters just above the door.

Upon walking inside, it seemed like any other quaint coffee shop in a small town. It was small yet cozy and there was something about it that you instantly liked.

There was a young boy behind the counter that seemed like he would be around Wednesday's age fumbling with a smoking machine.

His frown instantly turns into a welcoming smile when he sees you walking up.

"Welcome to the Weathervane, what can I get for you today?"

"Two hot chocolates with extra whipped cream please."

He nods his head while putting your order in the system. "Coming right up!" The boy then quickly gets to work on your hot chocolate.

"I've never seen you before, are you new around here?" The young boy asks.

"You could say that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, do you know Nevermore?" You ask.

"The school? Of course!" He sets one finished cup in front of you before starting on the other.

"I just recently started working there but I went to school there growing up as well."

"Oh, that's interesting—" He sets the other cup in front of you before adding up the total price.

You hand him the money Larissa gave you but quickly wince and pull your hand away when the steam from the broken machine blows scolding hot air onto your hand. The gasp you tried to contain failed to be quiet.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" The young boy frantically waves the steam away, "I've been trying to fix it but it's in a different language."

"No no, it's okay! It was just an accident."

"But—"

"It's okay, kid. . . accidents happen. And hey, keep the change, you'll probably need it to fix that thing."

"That's not necessary—"

"I insist!" You grab the two hot chocolates with your best smile, ignoring the stinging sensation on your skin.

"Well thank you."

"No problem, have a nice day!" You quickly turn to exit the small shop, leaving in a rush as the pain seems to get worse by the second.

The smile on your face instantly turns to a frown when you notice the previously pale spot now turning a bright red.

"Shit. . ." You mutter to yourself, trying your best to ignore your now glossy eyes that threatened to cloud your vision.

The walk back to the car was short but you had stopped just a few footsteps away to take a deep breath and calm yourself.

Wednesday was glad you didn't look up as you would've caught her right in the act of escaping her dreadful therapy session. She watched with curiosity as you composed yourself.

You entered the car quietly while Larissa finished up a phone call. Wednesday then took the opportunity to continue with her escape plan and walk quickly away from her therapist's building and the two of you sitting in the car.

You go to hand Larissa her cup of hot chocolate with a small smile.

"Thank you—" She stops mid sentence when you wince as her fingers graze the same stinging hand that was hurt just moments ago.

"What was that?" She instantly questions you.

"Nothing."

She instantly didn't believe you at your quick response, and it was in this exact moment she came to realize that you were a bad liar.

She sets her drink in the cup holder between you two when she faintly sees the top of your hand.

You notice her line of sight and quickly move to pull your hand away but she was quicker in grabbing your hand and bringing it towards her. Her palm rested against your own as she examined your hand, holding it ever so gently.

"What happened?!" Her eyebrows instantly knitted with confusion and worry as she takes the time to look at your burn.

She failed to realize that the second she grabbed your hand, you zoned out as a vision had since clouded your mind and completely taken over your senses.

'A stray hair gets tucked behind your ear before resting at the back of your neck, carefully pulling you closer.

You look up at the tall blonde nearly towering over you.

Piercing ocean eyes go from looking into your own to lingering onto your lips.

Larissa slowly leans forward, her round lips inching towards your own. . ."

"Y/N?" Larissa calls your name again just as you bring yourself back to reality.

"I'm sorry—what?" Your cheeks feel as hot as your hand as you try to push back your thoughts.

"I said, what happened to your hand?! You were gone for five minutes! Did someone do this to you??"

"I-It's nothing, there was a broken machine in the shop and it sprayed hot air on my hand. That's all."

"Are you sure? Because now your cheeks are nearly as red as your hand—"

"I'm fine, I promise." You quickly cut her off, but before the conversation can go any further there's a knock at your window.

Wednesday's therapist stands outside the car with a frown on her face. You and Larissa separate your hands and quickly exit the car, the three of you grouping on the sidewalk.

Your sister apparently ran from her therapy session. Not surprising.

Wednesday's therapist goes back inside while you and Larissa nearly speed-walk down the cemented path in front of you.

"There she is!" You point to the direction of the Weathervane when you see a familiar pig-tailed girl inside the shop.

Upon walking in, three boys lie on the ground, groaning in pain while Wednesday is talking to the young boy from the shop and a police officer.

Larissa immediately apologizes to the Sheriff while you tried to hide a smile, knowing exactly why the boys were laying on the floor. Both you and Wednesday were taught how to protect yourselves from a young age so it was no surprise to you that they were on the ground while she was unharmed.

"Come on Miss Addams, it's time for you, your sister, and I to go."

The Sheriff immediately scowls at the sound of your last name.

"You're an Addams?" You and Wednesday both look at each other with a questionable face before nodding to the man in front of you.

His scowl seemed to grow even bigger when it was revealed that Gomez was your father. The man eyeing both you and Wednesday down. You couldn't help but be confused by his demeanor and the fact that he said your dad should be in jail.

"Okay—" Larissa ushers both you and Wednesday out before the three of you get back to the car.

"Unbelievable. . ." Larissa mutters as all buckle in and start the journey back to Nevermore.

She starts off on a rant that you were suspecting and made the world outside the window in front of you more interesting than what was happening beside you.

The scolding doesn't last very long when your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

Smoke covered the air from a suspected car accident.

"Oh my gosh. . ." You lean forward and eye the wreckage.

"I hope the driver's okay." Larissa comments.

"He's dead." Wednesday speaks matter of factly before saying how it actually happened, for which you assumed was just her guess, not knowing she had a vision of her own just slightly after yours.

The rest of the drive back was full of awkward silence as the three of you got caught up in your own thoughts about today's events and trying to ignore the sight you just saw.

Wednesday is the first to leave the car, almost immediately after it was put in park and slamming the door behind her.

"Well, uh—that was—"

"Yeah. . ." Larissa finishes your sentence as the two of you grab your now cold hot chocolates and walk side by side back into the school in silence.

Larissa stops you just at the bottom of the stairs with a small clear of her throat, causing you to look back at her.

"Are you sure your hand is okay? She asks sincerely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing to worry about. See? It's already looking better." You show off your hand that was now just a tad bit more normal looking than before.

She didn't believe you but didn't want to push you any further. "Just put some ice on it, that should help."

"Got it." You make a mental note in your head.

"Well you're off duty for the rest of the night, I have some work left to do in my office but I'll see you tomorrow. We must talk about our upcoming schedule."

You nod your head at the end of her sentence and part ways with the blonde. An old thought crosses your mind after taking just a few steps up the stairs.

"Larissa?" You call back out to her.

"Yes?" She turns back around to you.

"Thank you for bringing up the hot chocolate idea, it's very good."

"It's my pleasure."

You both have the same smile that spreads across your faces.

"Goodnight, Larissa."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

The two of you go your separate ways, smiles refusing to leave your faces.

You go back to your room and instantly get into more comfortable clothes to spend a bit of time on your painting, wanting to start on a fresh canvas while the sun is still out.

Larissa had since returned to her office to finish some work she had laid out to do the night before but struggled to maintain focus when you kept popping into her mind, drawing her attention from the computer screen in front of her. She had closed the laptop with a sigh when she realized she wasn't going to get anything done and instead succumbed to the thoughts of you that wouldn't dare leave her mind.

While you used your paintings to clear your mind, the blonde seemed to forget all sense of time when she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and smiled when a memory of you immediately popped up.

The rest of the day was uneventful, but when it became nighttime, the sound of music playing in the distance had relaxed you in an instant as you laid beneath the duvet and found your eyes immediately closing to the charm of faint tune.

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