#you should need a permit to make mac n cheese

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[thedirtgrub]

the way some of yall make home made mac n cheese is a fucking crime

#you should need a permit to make mac n cheese #just saw someone on tiktok make the most godawful macaroni #i get adding a little bit of stuff here n there #but they started adding lettuce n tomatoes #idk it just sounds and looks not good #mac.txt

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Love Her (Part 4)

Summary: After Dean and the reader’s late night chat, things are going a little better at home, especially when the two try to celebrate the reader’s birthday. But when Rae wakes them both up that night, Dean sees something the reader wishes he hadn’t and he’s not letting her run away from a necessary conversation...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death

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“Y/N,” said Dean the next afternoon, Ryan clinging to his back in a piggyback ride while he made up a few sandwiches. “Want a sandwich? Game comes on soon.”

“No thanks,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

“Can I cook you something?” he asked.

“I could go for some mac and cheese!” said Sam from the couch. He looked back with a smile, Dean rolling his eyes. “Y/N, you want some mac and cheese, right?”

“Make your own mac and cheese, Sammy,” said Dean, bending down to let Ryan off of him before handing him his plate. “Eat your carrots too for me, buddy.”

Ryan hummed and walked his plate over to the table where Rae was already eating. 

“I actually could go for some mac and cheese. Buffalo mac and cheese. Put a little sauce in it and it is so good,” you said.

“Dean, we want that,” said Sam with a smirk.

“You have legs,” said Dean.

“I can make it,” you said.

“I didn’t mean for you to-” said Sam.

“I normally cook for myself. I’m used to it,” you said as you headed for the pantry.

“Why don’t you show me and then I can whip it up whenever you want some?” asked Dean.

“Alright,” you said. You went over to the table while waiting for the water to boil, getting Ryan to eat a few carrots and Rae some of her apple slices. Sam got up and chatted with Dean in the kitchen for a bit until the twins were done eating and took off to the family room to keep playing.

“Thank you,” said Dean when you brought back their empty plates and stuck them in the dishwasher.

“So Y/N, any ideas of what you’d be interested in for a birthday present?” asked Sam.

“Uh, I’m not even having a party. I don’t need a present,” you said.

“Not having a party huh,” said Sam, taking a sip from his glass, glancing at Dean.

“I thought I told you I don’t want one,” you said to Dean.

“I thought I told you it wasn’t up for debate,” said Dean with a smile, dumping some pasta in the water. “Birthday parties are a thing from now on, even small ones.”

“You’re incredibly annoying,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said as he laughed. “How about next Friday night we just have Sam and my parents over. We can get takeout from your favorite restaurant, have a little cake. I promise no streamers or balloons.”

“I’m not big on birthday parties,” you said. Dean frowned and leaned back against the counter.

“Why don’t you take her to the mall?” asked Sam.

“The mall?” said Dean, raising an eyebrow.

“She is a teenage girl. They like going to the mall,” said Sam.

“Stereotyping much?” you said.

“So you don’t want to go to the mall?” asked Dean.

“I mean, I do, I just...don’t have much money right now,” you said. 

“It’s your birthday. I’m paying,” said Dean. “We’ll take a few hours, go shopping, maybe catch a horror movie? Maybe we could meet up with Uncle Sammy and the twins for dinner out?”

“Fine,” you sighed.

“We’re gonna have fun. I promise.”

Friday Afternoon

“Okay,” said Dean as you walked into the mall. “Where do you want to go first?”

“I don’t care,” you said, getting a bump on the arm.

“Come on. My treat. Teenager with dad’s credit card. Dream come true, right?”

“You’re not my dad, Dean,” you said.

“Yeah. Sorry,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Still, let’s do some shopping. I know you don’t have a lot. What about a new coat for fall? It’s starting to get pretty cool out.”

“My sweatshirt is fine,” you said.

“Y/N,” said Dean, stopping you where you walked. “You need things like a warm coat and winter boots. I’m not gonna let you max out my card or anything but let’s have some fun. What’s something you’ve always wanted?”

“I kinda always wanted one of those parka jackets, with like the fuzzy hood,” you said.

“I think that’s a great place to start,” he smiled. “It’s gonna start being winter soon enough.”

“Okay,” said Dean, looking more like a pack mule than anything about two hours later. “We got jackets, jeans, boots, some clothes, you ducked in your girl store and I learned bras are expensive, and I bought you a flannel cause the fact you own none is frankly appalling to me. What do you say we drop this stuff off in the trunk and then hit up the movies?”

“I’m actually not a fan of horror movies,” you said.

“That’s okay. There’s plenty of other fun stuff to do around here.”

“I can’t believe you played laser tag with a bunch of teenagers,” you said a few hours later after dinner and you were walking back through the parking lot. “And were actually good!”

“I’m thirty seven, not dead,” he chuckled. “You were really good too. We should get Sam to join us sometime. We haven’t been in years.”

“He’s nice. Sam,” you said.

“He’s pretty alright for a little brother,” smiled Dean. “It takes a while but someday they do eventually get big enough to start having your back too.”

“The twins adore you, you know,” you said. “Rae and Ryan. You pay attention to them, read to them at night...they never really had anyone to do that for them.”

“Yeah, they did,” he said. “I think that’s part of why you’re so hesitant with me sometimes. You don’t know how to let someone take care of you anymore.”

“I don’t want to get used to something like that. I’m done with high school in a few years. I’ll be an adult on my own,” you said, scuffing your sneaker on the pavement.

“You’ll be an adult but not on your own,” he said. 

“Mhm.”

“Are you ever going to like, not hate me?” he asked. You looked over at him and he smiled.

“I don’t hate you, Dean. I’m just tired of getting my hopes up. After knowing what my dad did...I’m done with the parents thing,” you said.

“There’s more good people in the world than bad. They just don’t get the attention the bad ones do,” he said.

“It still doesn’t mean I want parents again,” you said.

“You don’t want to get hurt again. There’s a difference,” he said.

“Said the still single man,” you said.

“True. But at least I’m willing to risk getting hurt again,” he said. 

“How?” you asked.

“You, for starters,” he said.

“How could I hurt you though?”

“Forget it,” he said as he shook his head. “So you have fun? Sweet sixteen. Going to get your permit and be asking to borrow my car soon?”

“Maybe,” you said, shrugging as he quickened his walk.

“What?” you asked as he pulled you along. You saw a group of guys hanging around a car parked near yours and a whistle come from one of them as you went past.

Dean stiffened beside you and quickly had the both of you in the car and pulling away.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Mhm.”

“You’re white knuckling the wheel,” you said.

“I’m fine. Why don’t you put something on the radio?”

“Okay,” you said, Dean’s face contorting after a moment. “What?”

“Is this what you call music?” he said, pretending to gag.

“Very mature, Dean,” you said. “Not everyone is in love with old man music like you.”

“Old man music? You’re gonna be hearing a lot of it from now on so I’d get used to it if I were you.”

It was around midnight when you heard shuffling outside your room. You sighed and sat up, expecting Rae to be there. You wearily went over to the door and opened it, Rae giggling outside.

“Rae,” you whispered. “It’s bedtime.”

“What’s going on?” yawned Dean, padding down a hall on the other side of the house. He rubbed his eyes and looked between the two of you. “I heard giggling.”

“I forgot to say I love you at bedtime,” she said, looking up at you.

“I love you too,” you said, giving her a hug. “Now go to bed.”

“Okay,” she said, taking back off upstairs. Dean shook his head but smiled, heading back for his room when he spun back around suddenly.

“Y/N. Were you crying?” asked Dean. 

“What? No,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I’m just tired. Stayed up too late.”

He walked over to the wall and flipped on the light switch. You turned around to go back to your own room but he let out a sigh. You turned back and looked up a him, Dean cocking his head.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart? Was it tonight? I’m sorry for making you have a birthday party. I didn’t think it would make you this upset,” he said as he walked over and put his hands on your arms.

“It’s stupid,” you said, looking away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” he said. “Come on.”

He walked over and hit the light switch off, pulling you with him to the kitchen and reaching into a tall cabinet, pulling down a box of Oreos and dragging you over to his room.

“This is pretty,” you said, looking around the nice but cozy bedroom. It was bigger than the other ones in the house but it was warm and felt like a safe place.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you over to the undisturbed side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket from a chair in the corner and gave it to you, settling back in bed and hitting the lamp on his nightstand before he tore open the container.

“When in doubt, cookies always help,” he said. You watched him eat one for a moment, finding one being held out in front of your face. “Want one?”

You shook your head and looked away, putting your back to him.

“Alright,” he said, the package being moved to his nightstand. “What’d I do?”

“You always want to talk about everything. Can’t you just be quiet for once?” you said. You heard him hum and the bed shift. You felt Dean wrap his arms around you and pull you into his side. “What are you doing?”

“You look like you could use a hug right now,” he said. You took a shaky breath but let yourself rest your head on his shoulder. “You can always tell me anything.”

“For fucks sake,” you said. “You don’t even...I’m upset because of you.”

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, moving to shift away but you shook your head.

“You’re...nice. You’re always nice, even when I’m mean. You gave the twins a birthday party. You gave me a birthday party. I have a winter coat that fits for the first time in five years. You make us dinner and ask about school and you give us blankets-”

“Slow down,” said Dean. “It’s okay.”

You started to cry again, wiping off your face as best you could, Dean using his shirt to get the parts you missed.

“I don’t want to leave here,” you said, looking up at him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.

“I’m sixteen though, not five.”

“I submitted the initial paperwork for Rae and Ryan earlier this week,” he said. You swallowed, Dean’s face soft. “I requested yours too.”

“What?”

“I put in the first step paperwork for your adoption,” he said. You pulled away and looked over at him, Dean letting out a small sigh. “I wanted to surprise you, all of you. But there was a complication with your paperwork it turned out.”

“What complication,” you asked.

“Your dad is refusing to sign the last papers for you,” he said.

“I thought he already got rid of us,” you said.

“So did I. So did all of us. Apparently your copy was void for some reason,” said Dean. “Your dad has to relinquish his rights first. Paula let me know…he’s not willing to do that with you.”

“I’m not allowed to be adopted because a murderer says so?” you scoffed.

“It’s backwards and fucked up but in this particular case, yes. Unless he changes his mind, you’re not eligible to be adopted until you’re eighteen, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” he said.

“How do I know this isn’t some bullshit story so you can take the twins away from me?” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Dean stared at you, his jaw clenching but you saw him start to get upset.

“Every time we have a nice moment, every single fucking time, you get scared and you try to push me away. I have feelings too but if you want to keep doing this, then fine because the day you turn eighteen, I will adopt you. That’s a promise,” he said. “So keep saying I don’t care about you and keep swearing at me and calling me an asshole behind my back and rolling your eyes. Throw whatever punches you need to because I’ll take them and a few years from now, I’m going to adopt you one way or the other. I am sorry I can’t do it right now. I think that man is a sicko that shouldn’t get any say over your life. But I don’t know how to fix it right now. I will try to, I will. But don’t think you’re any different than Rae or Ryan. I want you to be my fucking kid too and sometimes I think maybe you’d be okay with me being your dad. Maybe we won’t have the same relationship that I have with them but that’s okay. I’ll be there for you. I don’t care about the piece of paper. Please just hold on for me until I can get that for you. Please. I know you need it and that you want it. Just hold on and let me show you I can be your dad too.”

You blinked slowly at him, Dean taking a deep breath when he finished. You crawled over to his lap and gave him a hug, Dean quickly returning it.

“Told you that you always want to talk about everything,” you said. He let out a laugh, kissing the top of your head.

“You always have a home here,” he said.

“I’m not calling you, dad,” you said.

“I don’t expect you to. Just next time you want to cry, grab the cookies and come find me,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “You’re way better than my actual dad ever was to be honest.”

“He set the bar pretty low,” chuckled Dean.

“Actually, I don’t have a dad anymore,” you said.

“Okay. No more dad,” he said. You smiled to yourself.

“Right now I’ll take a Dean,” you said.

“I love you too,” he said, giving you a squeeze.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Okay. You didn’t say it,” he said, still smiling when you looked up at him. “We have so much more in common than you know.”

“You do this with your dad?” you asked.

“No. I didn’t speak to my father for about ten years,” said Dean. You lifted your head, Dean nodding. “After my fiance died, I wasn’t very capable of taking care of myself so I moved in with my parents for a while. I was on autopilot. I did whatever my mom told me. Eat something. Take a shower. Get some sleep. I went to her room one night when I thought my dad was out. I just needed to eat some cookies and listen to her talk, tell me what to do. She wasn’t home turned out but Dad was. He came upstairs and I was only a million times worse than you are right now and we just forgave each other. Life’s not worth holding onto grudges. My family put me back together when I didn’t think there were pieces left. Being angry takes up so much energy. You gotta let it go.”

“What was her name?” you asked. “Your fiance.”

“Jo. Joanna,” he said. “She bugged the shit out of me in freshman english. I thought she was so annoying. A know it all that didn’t know anything. She used to drive me insane. We were always in the same classes. Both biology majors and all. She was always so annoying. Then there was this Halloween party at one of the Frat’s during sophomore year. She comes up to me and I’m already halfway to walking away and she just looked at me. She was scared. Some guy was harassing her so I walked her home. She was still shook up so I stayed the night on her couch. When I woke up, she was so different. She was sweet and called me a gentleman and I just really looked at her for the first time and it all hit me at once. We had a good ten years together.”

“Have you ever dated since?” you asked. “If that’s okay.”

“Not really, no,” he said. “I thought about it a few times but no.”

“Don’t you think she’d want you to be happy?” you asked.

“I found three short things to make me happy,” he said.

“Don’t get sappy, Dean.”

“Too late,” he said, chuckling as you leaned back. “Now next time you feel like crying, you gonna come see me?”

“Maybe,” you said.

“Okay. I’ll take maybe right now,” he said.

“Dean.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Thank you. For my birthday,” you said.

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me for that. You’ll get another one next year too,” he said.

“I know. I um, I’m gonna go back to bed,” you said.

“Alright,” he said as you crawled off with the blanket, wrapping it around yourself. “Goodnight. Get some sleep. I have something fun planned for everyone tomorrow.”

“Night, Dean,” you said as you headed for the door. “Thanks, for checking on me.”

“It’s my job, kiddo,” he said. “Night, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

#spn #supernatural #dean x foster daughter!reader #series #au #dean winchester

[devil-in-the-d3tails]

It’s the End of the World as We Know It - Chapter 1

summary: During the international quarantine in your first-ever pandemic, the people around you slowly begin to disappear. As the world grows quieter and quieter, you find yourself all alone-- no power, no friends, and only one goal: to find whoever of your friends might be left and reunite with them.You're naive to think anything can be that simple. As you're faced with ever-increasing loneliness, you run into some boys who apparently went to the same high school as you. Will you join forces with them to figure out your strange circumstances together, or will you brave loneliness in a world that is slowly crumbling apart?

Link on AO3!

words: 4,452

rating: M - Mature

genre: angst/humor, romance, adventure, apocalypse AU, reader-insert

warnings: sort of depressing content, a smidge of violence, cursing

a/n: hello, hello! this is my first fic for haikyuu (originally posted on AO3), and i wanted to post it on tumblr as well just for shits n gigs. please enjoy!

- Beginning of the End -

It was a Thursday the day everyone disappeared.

The world was quiet outside, but it was loud in your phone, on account of the international quarantine. Everyone was tweeting, making dumb videos, playing video games. You would sit in your room for hours on end, scrolling through your phone as you mourned the loss of your senior year of high school. No prom, no graduation, no more arts and crafts club. It was bad enough that your closest friend group had been disbanded before your senior year even started-- it was just bad luck, but they all left to live in different states while you were left alone in suburbia.

You stayed home with your mom while your dad went to work-- he was considered an essential worker, as he worked in the grocery store. Your mom was much more active than you, constantly cleaning or cooking or going for a walk. It was admirable, but it irritated you how she would always try and get you to interact with her activities. She did it because she was probably worried about you, and she was probably lonely. You were lonely, too-- your friends lived miles away in the vast expanse of the suburbs, and your home was tucked into the fringes of soccer mom society. Your backyard was larger than most, and it was perfect for when you would host kickbacks with your friends. Recently, however, you had no reason to use the large space.

On Thursday, you decided to put down your phone for a while and play fetch with your dog. She was the biggest and fluffiest best friend you’d ever had, a german shepherd named Indie, short for Indiana, as in the archaeologist. You thought the name was fitting, because she could find almost anything with her nose-- you and your mom had trained her to do that a few summers ago.

Your mom had gone on a walk before you decided to play fetch with the dog. You had left your phone on the kitchen table. It wasn’t until the sun began to set and you felt your arm begin to ache when you noticed that she’d been gone for a while.

You gave Indie her stick, though she sniffed and whined at you stressfully. You frowned, and let her inside as you checked your phone. A few notifications from your friends’ group chat:

 4:47pm

Kimi: Anybody else’s power go out?

Callie: omg i thought it was just Ohio!

Kimi: Nah, we got it in Connecticut, too.

Emily: New York, too!

They were asking if you had experienced the same thing.

 6:48pm

Me: i didnt notice, i was playing with indie. wbu, sami?

 Sami had moved to L.A., about two hours from your home, so you guys were able to hang out most weekends if you took the train or if she drove out to you. She didn’t even read the chat.

 6:48pm

Me: bitch i know ur in quarantine smh read my message

[Kimi, Callie, and Emily liked your message!]

 You dialed your mom’s number as you went to turn on the T.V., only to be met with static. You frowned, and surfed a few channels only to be met with more static before you turned it off. Her voicemail blared through your phone speakers, and that was when you started to worry.

You hung up, called your dad.

“Hey, honey!” He answered-- he must’ve been on break.

“Dad, did the power go out?”

“Yeah, for a couple minutes there. Did it happen at home, too?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off. Indie licked your hand, and whined some more. “Hey, mom’s not answering her phone and she’s been on a walk for a while. Like, three hours.”

“Huh.” Your dad let out a contemplative sigh. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Maybe she’s talking with the neighbors and her phone died.”

“Maybe.”

But maybe not. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and Indie could sense it as you sat on the couch. She slowly tried to inch her way into your lap, as she never really had a good idea of her own large size. You just let her and scratched her ear.

“Listen, honey, I gotta go. But we can make mac-n-cheese for dinner, how’s that sound?”

“Good, dad.” You said, biting your lip. “Okay, see you when you get home.”

Then, you hung up, and you waited for your mom.

[-]

When your dad got home, you went out to search for your mom. On your tour of the neighborhood, you came across others who had broken quarantine and were searching for their loved ones, too. Saying they went for a walk, or to the store and they didn’t come back.

Your dad remained the voice of reason, saying things like well maybe their phone died, or this is all just some big prank we’ll all laugh about later. You stayed silent.

[-]

Saturday was when your dad didn’t come home. His car was nowhere to be found, but you didn’t trust yourself to drive your mom’s car just yet. Or rather, you didn’t want to drive it because you didn’t want to be reminded that it was permanently vacant. You walked all the way to the store an hour after he was supposed to have gotten off. Manager Dan wasn’t there, either-- nobody had seen your dad at all that day; he was a no-call, no-show.

You walked all the way back home.

9:52pm

Me: my dad’s gone now too

 10:05pm

Callie: fuck.

Callie: my sister…

 10:06pm

Kimi: I still haven’t heard from Sami.

Emily: Yeah, me neither.

 10:15pm

Me: we should check in every day with each other

[Callie and Emily liked your message!]

 10:32

Me: Kimi?

 [-]

It’s Thursday again.

Emily has stopped answering by now, and the frantic search parties that used to pass by your window every now and again have stopped, too. Even Twitter is quiet-- it seems with every passing day, more and more people go silent. As you lay on your bed with Indie at your feet, you keep refreshing your feed on every social media app, but nothing changes-- all of the posts are old. It feels like your world is shrinking while at the same time expanding into a terrifying void.

 5:38pm

Me: callie?

Callie: im here.

 You breathe a sigh of relief, which turns into a sob into your pillow.

 5:39pm

Me: idk how long we’ll have wifi or even electricity.

Callie: my parents are still here. Come to ohio, seriously.

 You bite your lip. You think about Sami, and how many times she pried the truth out of you when you were sad, how she was the only one who would sing with you at karaoke, how you promised to move to New York together.

 5:39pm

Me: i have to find sami.

Callie: please just come here. We need to stick together.

Me: i’ll find sami and we’ll come to ohio. Then we go to NY to look for em and kimi.

 5:45pm

Callie: okay. Please text.

Me: i will. I promise i’ll come to ohio.

 You bite your lip, and glance at your phone’s percentage: 43%. You sigh, and put it on the charger while you go downstairs to scrounge for breakfast. You only woke up about two hours ago, though you can’t sleep much, anyways. You think to yourself how your mom would be scolding you for waking up so late.

As you eat the last poptart, Indie lays down on your feet. You toss her a couple crumbs, she eats them gratefully. You sigh, and look at your now empty pantry-- you have to try and go to the grocery store, whether you like it or not. You only have your permit, but you know that you’re a terrible driver. Still, you get up and put on shoes and grab your jacket. You probably don’t have to worry about cops or the law anymore, anyway-- you suspect everything has disappeared.

You look at yourself in the mirror; you didn’t think your outfit for the apocalypse would be sweatpants and a hoodie. With a sigh, you change into jeans and a long sleeve, layer a flannel on top of that, and your favorite jacket on top of that. It’s cold outside-- much colder than you’re used to.

Based on the incredible silence on Facebook, you figure that most of the adults have disappeared. As you drive further and further into town, you notice some obvious signs of looting from once pristine houses: trash littering lawns, doors left wide open. You get the haunting realization that you’re perhaps the only person left in your neighborhood. It’s amazing how quickly things can turn in just a few days.

When you pull up to the grocery store, you notice there’s only one other car there-- a white van, stationed by the curb and still running. You actually pull into a parking spot like some kind of society bootlicker, and cautiously put the car in park and turn off the engine.

You watch the van for a moment, slowly becoming hyper-aware of the very real possibility that you might run into robbers. Your stomach growls, and you take a deep breath. You should’ve brought Indie.

Grocery bags in hand, you exit your soccer mom minivan and lock it. Steeling your nerves, you put one foot in front of the other. As if on cue, two figures hurry out of the store, glancing behind them before they notice you. The automatic doors have long since stopped running, so they just pause in the doorway while you freeze on the curb, the fumes from the van tickling your nose.

They’re both boys holding bags you assume to be filled with groceries: both around your age, one of them has gray and black spiked hair, and eyes as wide and aware as an owl’s. The one next to him has dark, short, almost curly hair, and his gaze is calculating and cold.

You take a small step back, unsure of what to say. They seem just as apprehensive, when the van door slides open forcefully.

“Hey, what are you doing? Get in!” Another boy, this one of a larger build than the two in front of you with jet black spiked hair, snaps angrily.

“Kuroo, we have a situation.” The curly-haired boy says evenly, though he’s tense. His knuckles are white holding his bags.

“Huh?” The one who must be Kuroo says, and cranes his neck to the side to spot you. “Oh, shit.”

“U-um…” You stutter out, and you suddenly feel extremely cornered-- it’s three against one, and what if they want to take your car? What if they have some kind of weird cult and need a girl for breeding? “I’m just gonna get some-- some poptarts and leave.”

“Holy shit!!” The gray haired one seems to have broken out of his stupor, and he rushes over to you, dropping his bags and their contents on the ground in order to grab your shoulders. “Another person! A-a girl!”

“Yes, she’s a girl…” The curly-haired one sighs, puts his bags in the van and begins to gather up the other one’s forgotten groceries.

“First one I’ve seen in a while.” Kuroo grins and hops from the car to stand beside the gray-haired one who still hasn’t let go of you. You don’t have the balls to tell him to get off-- you’re not sure how dangerous these boys are. “How long have you been hiding out?”

“Come with us! We’re at the high school.” The gray-haired one beams-- how could he possibly be smiling?

You don’t know what to say, so you look away. Your voice seems to be caught in your throat, and that’s extremely frustrating-- but you’re not about to cry in front of these guys.

“Quit it, Bokuto.” The curly-haired one is eyeing you carefully, though not as if you’re a threat. He seems to be the only one that can actually sense your discomfort. The one that’s holding you-- Bokuto-- sighs, and lets you go, instead putting his hands on his hips.

“We should at least help her.” He points out, and grins down at you. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“She’s not gonna tell you. Let’s just go home.” Kuroo shrugs, and you cross your arms.

You tell them your name, if only to spite the taller one. He turns with a grin, and it only just occurs to you that perhaps, that was reverse-psychology. You huff, and look away with a little bit of a blush.

“Like I said, I just need to get poptarts and some other things and then I’m going back home.” You mutter.

“We’re wasting gas.” The curly-haired one calls, as he has already sat in the front seat.

“Hold on, Akaashi!” Bokuto calls. “Listen, there aren’t anymore poptarts in there. None whatsoever.”

Your heart breaks a little, but you keep it together.

“There’s, like, rice and stuff, but I think that’s it.” He shrugs, and turns to get into the van. You bite your lip--  might as well ask rather than waste your time wandering around all alone.

“Is there any dog food left?”

“Huh? Dog food?” Bokuto is right back in front of you. He and Kuroo speak at the same time:

“You’re gonna eat dog food?” Bokuto says. “You have a dog?” Kuroo says, and the two boys glare at each other.

“Yeah…” You say, though you still haven’t gotten an answer to your question. “I mean, I have a dog.”

“Yeah, it’s in aisle five.” You hear the one called Akaashi tell you, without even bothering to turn to look at you.

“I know that.” You snap-- your dad used to work in this store, you know it pretty damn well. Akaashi glances back at you then, probably a little surprised by your defensive tone. You huff, annoyed at yourself for being so touchy. These were the first people you met after about three straight weeks in quarantine, and they might be the only people left for miles. You need to play nice.

“My dad works here.” You explain, looking down at your shoes. Kuroo nods, exchanges a glance with Bokuto. “Well, he used to.”

A silence falls over the group-- they know. You all know, now, what it’s like to lose a parent, or any loved one, for that matter. You blink quickly to fight back any tears that might threaten to escape.

“We’re staying at Karasuno High-- it’s the high school near Flat Top.” Kuroo says. “If you want to join us, we’re kind of setting up camp there.”

“There’s more of us!” Bokuto explains. “We’re gonna find some mattresses after this to bring ‘em back so we can all stick together.”

“Oh, cool.” You say half-heartedly, unsure of why exactly they’re inviting you over as if it’s some kind of fun sleepover. “Wait, you guys went to Karasuno?”

“Yeah! You, too?” Bokuto lights up, and you look at the three boys a little closer, though you don’t seem to recognize them.

“Yeah… but I don’t think we were in the same circles.” You finally smile a little, albeit sadly, now that you’re remembering all the things you’ll never be able to return to now that school and society are essentially gone.

“You ever go to any volleyball games?” Kuroo asks, obviously encouraged by your smile. You shake your head.

Akaashi has exited the van by now with a sigh, coming to stand beside his two friends as he takes a look around. “We need to get going. If you want to join us, you know where to find us. But it’s gonna be dark soon.”

That seems to smack some sense into the other two, and they exchange glances with one another. Kuroo nods, Bokuto sighs, and the two get back into the van. Akaashi pauses, and you accidentally lock eyes with him.

His gaze betrays nothing, and you wonder for a moment how he ever became friends with these two. He reaches into the van, and pulls out a familiar blue cardboard box, gives it to you.

You take the poptarts, and glance up at him questioningly-- he puts a finger to his lips with just the hint of a smile. You smile back.

“Listen, it’s great you have a dog-- keep him close. And get home before it gets dark. And…” He glances to the side uneasily. “Get a baseball bat or something.”

A chill goes up your spine at that last part, and you frown, but nod to the boy in front of you anyways. He returns the nod, and gets in the back of the van. You both share a glance at each other one more time, and it feels as if he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. He just slides the door closed, and Bokuto waves to you out the window.

“Byee! Hopefully we’ll see you later-- hey, where’d you get those poptarts?!” Bokuto’s voice fades away as the van drives off, and you are once again left alone.

[-]

You gather a fair amount of stuff-- rope, for some reason is included in your loot. You always saw people in the movies get rope, so you figure you’ll find some use for it.

There aren’t any baseball bats, but you do find a hammer and a paring knife. It’s small, but better than nothing. You load up on the dog food, and even manage to haul two huge bags of kibble into your car. As you load it up, you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. Even though you look around and make certain that you’re the only person present, the feeling doesn’t go away. You sort of wish you’d gone with those boys now.

You aren’t surprised when the street lights don’t turn on, but you take that as your signal to leave. Even though you want to scrounge for more supplies, you don’t want to risk it. Akaashi’s words of warning hang over your head like a humid fog.

As you drive home, you can’t stop chewing on your lip. Even with your headlights on, it’s hard to see, but you don’t want to turn on your brights and draw more attention to yourself. Just get home, lock the doors, and check in with Callie.

You park the car in your backyard because the garage door won’t open-- the power’s finally gone out. You close the backyard gate and lock it as soon as you’re out of the car, but somehow you still feel uneasy.

As you enter your dark home, you softly call out Indie’s name, and you hear her scamper up to you.

“Good girl,” You whisper, and scratch her ear. You decide to leave the larger groceries in the car for now, as you don’t want to go back outside and keep making trips of transferring the supplies into your house. For now, you need to sleep so that you can ignore the hunger in your belly and stretch out your rations just a little further.

Indie guides you up the stairs and into your bedroom as you set your bag down heavily. You come across your phone with dismay, finding that it hasn’t charged at all since you left, and is now at 7%. You bite your lip, and open up the almost abandoned group chat.

 9:57pm

Me: callie im gonna come to ohio soon. I think we are gonna lose connection tho. Idk if this will even send, but ill see u in ohio. I love you.

 The message doesn’t send. You shudder out a sigh, and you’re grateful when Indie nuzzles into your side.

Your phone finally shuts off, though it’s useless now, anyway. You crawl into your bed and Indie curls up next to you, and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

[-]

“Shh!”

You jolt awake at the hissing sound that’s coming from downstairs. Indie is tense and alert, and she licks your elbow. You sit up, and vaguely note the time: 3:37am.

There’s some shuffling, and you see the beam of what you assume to be a flashlight shakily illuminate the walls downstairs. You didn’t close your bedroom door when you came in, because you assumed that you were alone.

‘Stupid…’ You think to yourself as you grip Indie’s collar. She begins to growl, but you shush her quickly, though she flattens her ears back at you. Letting out a shaky breath, you crawl off of your bed as silently as you can manage, and reach for the hammer and paring knife in your bag.

Indie follows you as you venture into the hallway, and you perch behind the bars of your stairs as the hushed conversation down below becomes clearer.

“Just find whatever food you can and let’s go.” A deep male voice cuts through the silence.

“We need to check the car! There’s nothing here.” A stranger male voice answers, and giggles. “We should find the girl instead.”

You tense, and grip the hammer a little tighter.

“I don’t care about her. I just want her stuff.” The deep voice asserts, and you wonder what you should do next. Storm downstairs and hammer them to death? You’ve never fought anybody before, let alone killed someone. Your hands are becoming clammy, and you don’t notice the pregnant pause in the conversation downstairs.

It isn’t until you see a head of brown hair come into view that you’re snapped from your thoughts. Indie can’t help herself-- she barks, and bolts down the stairs before you can stop her. The two boys yell in surprise, and you watch as she tackles the tall one with brown hair. Meanwhile, the other one comes into view-- he has large, droopy eyes with spiked red hair, and he looks excited when he catches sight of you.

“There she is!” He coos, and begins to walk upstairs. You gasp, and you know in this split second that your home is no longer yours-- you need to get away. In one fluid motion, you run into your room to grab your single bag of groceries. It’s heavy, but you don’t notice as adrenaline rushes through your veins.

When you turn to run down the stairs, the red-head catches you by both of your upper arms. He licks his chapped lips, and your knee jerks out to hit his groin. He yelps and doubles over, and you fly down the stairs.

“Indie!” You whistle, and she actually bounds from the living room over the couch, to skid by your side. You swipe the car keys off the counter, rip the sliding glass door open, and use the fob to unlock the car. You open the passenger for Indie, she leaps in as you toss the bag and your hammer and knife in behind her, you slam the door closed, and hop over the hood of the car.

As you turn to open the driver’s side door, you watch as the red-head runs in slow motion from your stairs to the exit to your backyard. You don’t breathe or shake as you turn the ignition, throw the car in reverse, then drive, and plow through your flimsy backyard gate as you push your little soccer van to its limits.

Tires skid as you swerve onto the street, and you press down so hard on the gas, that a few minutes later, you don’t register that you’re going 90 miles an hour in the suburbs. Houses pass you at incredible speed, and you ease up on the pedal when Indie licks your cheek. You stare straight ahead, and subconsciously, you drive towards your high school. Those three boys were nice to you-- they warned you, and you didn’t listen. They even tried to help you and include you, and you flat out denied them.

You slam on the brakes as you turn into Karasuno High’s parking lot. It’s only now that you realize that you didn’t fasten your seat belt, and you shut off the car with a shaky breath. The front of the school looms over you, and you wonder for a moment if they’re even here-- was it all a joke? What if they turn you away because you were such a bitch earlier? No matter how many scenarios you run through your head, you come to the same conclusion every time: you can’t go back home, and you’re already here, so you may as well investigate. You grab your hammer and get out of the car, and Indie follows behind. You close and lock the doors, pocketing the keys, and turn towards the school you’ve known for three and a half years.

The front gates are locked, of course. You wander the perimeter of the school, Indie trotting beside you the whole way. The school looks different in the dark-- it feels different, too. It’s like you’re walking in a dream, or some sort of in-between space. You shouldn’t be awake, and you definitely shouldn’t be here, but you are. It’s strange. Everything is bathed in moonlight, so it’s all a very specific shade of blue that makes you feel like you’re underwater.

You come upon the gym in the back of the school, and you’re startled to hear voices coming from inside. You tip-toe up to the doors, and Indie sniffs curiously. 

“If your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?”

“Please just go to sleep.”

“Duh!” A third voice chimes in, and the second voice groans.

“How, though?” The first voice presses.

“‘Cause your leg got cut off, dumbass.” Third voice answers.

“Where’re you gonna feel the pain?”

“In your leg…” The third voice trails off.

“Exactly, man. How’re you gonna feel the pain in your leg if--”

“--if your leg is gone?!” The first and third voice finish together, and you hear the second person groan.

“I’m going outside.” He says, and as his voice gets louder, you stumble away from the door just as it opens.

You blink rapidly and your jaw drops-- Akaashi stands in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes wide. You can’t believe they’re actually here.

“Akaashi?” Someone calls from inside. Akaashi opens his mouth to respond, but glances at Indie when she sniffs his hand curiously. He pets her absent-mindedly as his gaze wanders back to yours.

Bokuto and Kuroo pop up behind him a second later, and they’re just as surprised as Akaashi. Indie sniffs them in turn, and her tail begins to wag.

You drop your hammer with a thud, and sniffle like a toddler before letting out a sob you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“C-can I stay with you?”

#haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfiction #haikyu fanfiction #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #reader insert #haikyuu x reader #slow burn

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SEVENTEEN WORKS AT MCDONALD’S PT.2

ALRIGHT PT 2

THE8

Used to be friends with Mingyu; Jun is friends with him tho

Minghao and Mingyu go to the same art school so they’re lowkey rivals

Since they fight a lot, they ignore each other so they won’t get fired

He created a logo for their McDonald’s

Woozi: “This is great, I love it.”

Minghao: “Yayyyyyy!!!!”

Woozi: “But there’s one problem.”

Minghao: “What?”

Woozi: “The logo...it kinda looks like... a dick idk maybe it’s just me.”

Minghao: “Oh I know. I did that on purpose that’s the point.”

Woozi stole credit for his logo

It’s nothing special; Just an extremely stretched out ‘M’

Since he washes dishes, he slams it down to get them dry 

Yup he has pent up anger and it isn’t just from mingyu  

Jun’s worried about him

Gives tips to the chefs on how too cook better 

Minghao:*sincerely* “You could cook more if you use a bigger pan.”

Mingyu: “Gee thanks.”

Minghao: “THIS is why I ignore you.” *mutters while walking away* “All I wanted was to HELP but NOPE!”

Looks for new jobs while on his break 

Woozi’s favorite :)

Before the restaurant opens, him, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jun practice Martial Arts on the trash cans in the back *he imagines the trash cans are Mingyu*

Designed a new look for the employees to wear and everyone but Mingyu loved them

S.Coups says the store is too broke to get them so the idea’s fucked

Has a resting bitch face just like Wonwoo so that’s how they became friends

Due to his Martial Arts skills, he kicked Seungkwan in the stomach

He and Seungkwan are on paid leave

MINGYU

The main chef

Wonwoo may or may not have slipped him a few drinks without S.Coups knowing

Vice versa Mingyu gives him food exchange for an exchange mah dude...you know before they started hating each other

The only person who knows the secret ingredients to the food so if Mingyu ever quit the job the company would go under

He would also tell the whole world the secret ingredients

Mingyu: “The secret ingredient is -”

*S.Coups appears out of nowhere* S.Coups: “LOVE, IT’S LOVE.”

Mingyu: “...”

Red Robin’s offered him a job 2 weeks ago

S.Coups found out and blocked their number

Doesn’t works weekends because of art school so good luck to those who work and eat on the weekends...

During the Travis Scott and J.Balvin meal fiasco, he thought he was going to meet them

He didn’t

He’s still mad about it

DK

The cashier dude

Lowkey flirts with the customers

Sometimes in front of their boyfriend but pretends he isn’t 

Woozi and S.Coups: “QUIT FLIRTING!!!”

DK: “I’m not flirting, it's the smile.”

The ideal employee that always has a smile on his face 

Wonwoo: “How can you smile knowing that Pledis hardly lets us work, so we’re forced to work here?”

DK: “IDK BUT I’M VERY HAPPY TODAY!!”

Wonwoo: “I- okay.”

Wants to be serious while working but Hoshi and Seungkwan BOOSEOKSOON  prevent that

ALWAYS laughing in the back

Drops the food A LOT

When he runs the cash register, there are so many customers so he always freaks out and accidentally gives someone 10% of what they need back

DK: “GIVE ME A SECOND!”

Is also known to have mental breakdowns as well

SEUNGKWAN

The drive-thru guy who takes the orders

Gets the orders mixed up more than he should

Lost his company hat 2 days ago, so when people pull up to the window they think he’s a random guy talking to them

Customer: “Can I get a McChicken and a Big Mac, also where’s your hat? Do you work here?”

Seungkwan: “Idk I lost it man.” *takes order and yells* “ONE MCMAC!!”

Customer: “That's not what I ordered...Wtf is a McMac?”

Seungkwan: “Uhhhhh.”

Doesn’t know how to spell most things on the menu

LITERALLY ME, I had to search up the McDonald's menu just to make that mini dialogue 

Seungkwan: “How do you spell chicken nuggets? Is it C-h-i-k-e-k-e-i-n?”

DK, Hoshi and Vernon are his best friends on the job

If no one’s around, the 3 of them would have karaoke in the back while rolling on the french fries

Yes, you read that right

Seungkwan is a valuable employee as he can use his tears to get customers to pay more

VERNON

Wants to be promoted so he always shows up 7 min early before his shift

Says it's his biggest accomplishment ever 

Still in school, so he’s only available to work on Fridays and the weekends

When he does work, he’s not into it

Almost fell asleep cooking AND nearly set the kitchen on fire 5 times since he started working there

Yep he spaces out a lot *ME*

Looks up to Mingyu literally on how to be a good cook and rapper

Vernon: “Gotta put cheese to make cheese.”

Mingyu: “Yeah we’ll work on your rap skills some other time.”

Dances with Hoshi if he gets the chance

Likes his new friend

Seungkwan frequently looks at him

Since Vernon has a ‘staring problem’ he does the same thing

Seungkwan: “Do you think he likes me??”

Hoshi: “AWE, I SHOULD GET MY FRIENDS TOGETHER!”

Seungkwan: “dOn’t SaY iT tOo louD, DaMn.”

After work, he sits in his car and listens to J.Cole as loud as he can just so people can stop by and say “AYEEEEE you listen to J.Cole?”

No one has yet but he’s not giving up

Drops the trays too much

Broke the dishwasher so he’s the new dishwasher now

DINO

“Everyone's baby”

Gets sick and tired of hearing that when he gets to work

Since he’s a minor, he doesn’t have a work permit but S.Coups said “If you don’t tell anyone, I won't either.”

Isn’t allowed to touch the hot areas of the kitchen

Instead his job is to make and give ice cream and smoothies/drinks

He fails at it all the time but everyone says “Aweee~”

Somewhat awkward talking to people he hardly knows so Jeonghan does the talking for him while Dino preps the food

In reality---Jeonghan: “STRANGER DANGER, DON’T TALK TO THEM!!”

All the customers pinch his cheeks 

Woozi doesn’t believe he’s nice

Woozi: *meets him for the first time* “Ok, he gets a pay raise and no one hurts him OR YOU’RE FIRED! End of the discussion, good luck boy.”

He takes the trash out but...actually he just livestreams in the backlot 

S.Coups: “Hmmmmm, we’re on a budget and we need a cute kid in a commercial...” *looks at Dino crying while trying to make a swirl of ice cream*

S.Coups: “DINO AFTER YOU’RE FINISHED DOING WHATEVER THAT IS, MEET ME IN THE OFFICE WE NEED TO TALK!” Dino: “You mean you don’t even know this is a swirl?” *looks up at S.Coups but he’s long gone*

Dino is in every single McDonald’s commercial but it really did drive up business

*fast forward 6 days and Dino has completely changed himself*

He’s t i r e d of being treated like a baby and wants to work in the kitchen like the others 

At this point, girls flirt with him even more now

Jeonghan: “Talk to my son and I’ll meet you in the parking lot...”

Dino is considering quitting because of this issue

*2 days later*

He quit and is now working at Dollar General 

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! I hoped you liked it! 

Anyways feel free to request anything! Any groups or solo artist. Have a lovely day! - Admin Az 💛

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Pt.3

#SVT #Seventeen #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #the8 #mingyu #DK #seungkwan #vernon #DINO #svtcreations #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #kpop scenarios #seventeen memes #svt jun #svt dk #svt dino #wonu

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Wishing For Lavender

This was my first completed story I published on social media! I found it on an old account recently and was surprised by how many people seemed to enjoy it... here’s what I’ve since edited and posted on wattpad!

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We were close. They say it's great to have your best friend as a girlfriend. And it was, it was wonderful. I couldn't think of a better girlfriend. I loved her. Her green eyes and the way the lit up every time I told a cheesy joke or even said something stupid, brightened my world every time I saw them. The way she put up with all my garbage was astounding... I wasn't the perfect girlfriend. But she was. She would go for walks with me in the park, she would watch Marvel movies with me even though I knew she wasn't into superheroes, she would hold my hand in public. She always had that adorable smile, and when she was sad I would do anything to bring that smile back. When we would hug it was always one of those long comforting hugs that you never wanted to end. After we moved in with each other and I'd have a bad day at work she'd make mac n' cheese when I got home. She was a great cook. Lavender was the best, she was my best friend, my girlfriend, and my whole world.

One of my best memories with her was the day we went to the fair.  We rode the roundup - my favorite - and after we went to play the game where you shoot at the ducks with the targets on them. She gave the man three dollars but wasn't a very good shot. She really had her eyes on this stuffed panda and when she only hit enough ducks to win a finger puppet she looked at me with those big green eyes. I couldn't help but laugh and give the man three more dollars. I had grown up shooting things with my dad and I hit almost all the ducks, enough for the giant panda. The thing was almost as big as Lavender but she carried it the whole way through the fair. We shared a bucket of popcorn and one of those cotton candies on a stick. When we got back in the car she was still smiling that adorable smile like she had been all night "Thank you Blaire" She told me and kissed my cheek. We had our first kiss that evening in my car. I knew then, as cheesy as it sounds, that she wasn't just my first kiss... but my last as well.

There was also the time that we rolled down the hill in the park. Or the time we went sled riding and I crashed into a tree. Or the time I taught her how to catch tadpoles. That was another good memory. She had grown up in the city, I had grown up in the country. When she moved so we could be closer the wildlife amazed her. I always thought she would be afraid of bugs and dirt but she wasn't. She was fascinated. I took her on a walk through the woods to a pond behind my house where we found a giant group of tadpoles. I showed her how you have to scoop them up quick or they would get away. It was so much fun watching her giggle at the way they flopped around in her hands.

I was so glad I had her, and I couldn't imagine life without her...which can explain why I reacted the way I did after learning that I would never see her again.

That day was a day I will never forget. She was upset about a fight between her and her best friend. Honestly, I'm still not sure what happened, or what was said that night. I tried to comfort her as best I could but I guess she just wanted to be alone, she told me that she was gonna go take a drive to calm down. I should have stopped her, I knew it was a bad idea...but I didn't say anything. I just hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. It wasn't until later that night that a policeman came to my door and told me the news. I don't know what a 'normal' person was supposed to do when their loved one is in an accident but obviously it's not what I did.

I suppose a normal person would have broken down and drove to the hospital and waited outside the ICU, obeying "family only" rules until further notice. However, that's not what I did. I broke down, I drove like a mad woman to get to the hospital. And when they told me I wasn't allowed in the ICU I shook my head and told them they didn't understand, that I needed inside, but they wouldn't let me in. I tried to push my way in, I told them she didn't have any family here, I told them I was her soon-to-be fiancee, I kicked, I screamed, I did whatever I could but they wouldn't let me inside, they wouldn't let me see her. I can still see it, the whole scene, I can still remember everything I was feeling, I remember looking through the window at her, I remember the things I was thinking, I remember the voices in my head laughing at me, taunting me, telling I would never get inside. I remember screaming curses to those doctors in every language I knew, I remember how I got thrown out of the hospital.

I remember how after I got thrown out I stopped trying to be strong, I remember getting in my car and slamming my head onto the steering wheel and staring at my shoes, thinking about her. Telling myself she'd be okay and not for an instant believing myself. I broke down, I cried, I drove home and threw anything that would make noise, I broke a picture of her and her friend, none of this would have happened if it wasn't for that bitch. I lay down on the couch and cried until the tears quit coming. Until my eyes were red, swollen, and puffy.

A few days went by, I visited the hospital every day but it wasn't until day 3 that they let me see her. I guess they felt bad for me, they told me that she wouldn't make it through the night and I had the right to spend a few hours with her. They let me inside and I sat by her bed. I could feel the warm tears welling up in my eyes but I just brushed them away, I would be strong for her. I held her hand and looked at her. she had tubes everywhere, up her nose, in her mouth. I felt queasy seeing her like that. My "Iron Stomach" as she called it did somersaults. I heard the monitor beeping slower. I gently squeezed her hand and put my head down next to hers’ "Please don't" I whispered "You have to live" I told her, "I have a ring back at the house. It's supposed to be yours and... I just need you to make it through this...please" I had been planning to propose for a week and I thought telling her would give her more strength. I, on the other hand, couldn't stay strong even for her. The tears had spilled over and dripped down my cheeks. I kissed her forehead, and then her cheek. Just as I did I heard it...the long beep that seemed so much louder than it really was. I looked up at the straight red line "No..." I whispered "NO!" I shouted "NO!! LAVENDER DON'T! DON'T DO THIS!!! LAVENDER PLEASE!!!!" I shouted, doctors came in the room and pushed me aside to perform CPR but there was nothing to be done. She was gone. I guess that's when I really lost it, when they told me they couldn't save her.

I left, I went home, I ran inside and collapsed to the floor, I screamed. I couldn't cry anymore so I just screamed, I screamed until my voice hurt...and then I kept screaming. I never moved from my spot on the living room floor. It was then that I guess I 'went crazy'. I don't know what I had done, it's all just a fuzzy memory that's too dense with pain and anger to even see the actions. Someone must have called the cops and that's when I snapped out of it. When the paramedics came in and got me onto a stretcher. Even after that point I don't remember much. Blood...I remember lots of blood....and pain, every part of body stung...but my body was numb and cold at the same time. I had never felt something like that. The doctors loaded me up in an ambulance and took me to the hospital.

They took my clothes. My jewelry. My privacy. They locked me up in a white, frustratingly plain room and went back to business as usual. Everyone there seemed... way too happy. They bandaged me up and every day when the nurse came to check on me she would bring a bag of candy and ask me a bunch of questions:

"How are you feeling today?"

"Do you feel like you might harm yourself?"

"Do you feel any better than you did before?"

"Would you like some candy?"

And I would always give the same answers:

"I feel terrible"

"What do you think?"

"Not particularly"

"No, I just want you crazy people to leave me alone and let me go home."

I guess my answers didn't do much as far as getting them to let me go home. The nurse would do the same thing every day and I could feel myself slowly getting worse. I kept thinking about Lavender. I blamed myself, I blamed that friend of hers, I blamed the driver that hit her. But most of all I just missed her. I stopped eating, not on purpose I just lost my apatite, I didn't do much. The nurses eventually found out that I liked to draw so they gave me some notepads and markers... I pleaded for pencils but looking back I see why I wasn't permitted to have one. I drew pictures of Lavender. I wrote her name, I drew her picture..it was so nice to see her face again... I wrote the phrases she said. When the nurses found it they took it from me. They told me I should stop obsessing over her. They said they understood that I missed her but they told me that I was thinking about her too much...there was one nurse though, the one that always tried to give me candy, she would give me a notepad when she brought my lunch. She said that they were wrong, she told me that I seemed happier when I had the notepad, but she had to take it away every day when she came to get the food I didn't eat.

I'm not sure how long I was locked up in there, it could have been a week, maybe a month? But it felt like forever. They had stopped asking me questions for a while but when the nurse came in one day the questions were different:

"What is your favorite color?"

"Lavender" I said.

"What about your favorite flower?" "Lavender"

She shook her head and wrote some stuff down on a clipboard "Okay, Blaire, honey...can you tell me if you had one wish what you would wish for? Take as long as you need, I can-"

"Lavender" I interrupted quickly, I didn't have to think, I wanted to see Lavender, I wanted to hold her again, I wanted to smell her perfume, I wanted her to grab my hands and dance around the kitchen with me when her favorite song came on the radio while we were cooking.

The nurse left and shut the door behind her, leaving me alone. I leaned back and curled up in my bed, then I heard a familiar voice.

"You look awful."

I looked around for a moment, and tentatively spoke up "Huh?" I asked quietly... I hoped to a God I didn't believe in that the voices weren't coming back.

"Sorry, but I'm serious, you REALLY look bad, what's wrong?" The voice sounded like Lavender's...but it couldn't be. I looked around more and that's when I saw her, standing in the corner of the room.

"...Lavender?" I asked quietly.

She giggled "Of course! What's the matter with you? And why are you here?" She asked curiously, gesturing to the room I was in I just sat there in silence for a few seconds...I didn't know what to say.

"I...I don't know" I just lied after a few minutes. She laughed and started to say something but stopped herself "I have to go," She said "Someones coming"

A door creaking open causing me to stop talking and spin my head around to whoever it was that was entering...it was the nurse.

"So your doctor says you are good to go...I just have to ask you some more questions..." She said reluctantly, looking like she couldn't believe her own words.

"How are you today?" I waved my hand back and forth in a so-so gesture.

"Do you feel you might harm yourself?" She asked I thought for a moment then shook my head slowly "I don't think so..." I answered.

"Do you feel any better today than other days?" "Actually...a little bit...yeah." I said.

She offered me some candy again and I shook my head. She nodded and left the room, coming back holding my old clothes, I got up and grabbed my clothes. I think that was the fastest I had ever gotten dressed. They took me home since I didn't have my car. I walked inside and plopped down on the couch. At that time I didn't know what exactly I was feeling. Happy? Maybe confused?

"What's wrong?" Lavender's voice asked me again.

"Everything..." I said "I just spent a month in a mental hospital...You died...and now I'm back home and everything is exactly the same as I left it...it just feels wrong" I said slowly. Everything slowly got back to normal, I cleaned the house and I even got a new picture frame for the picture I broke of Lavender and her friend.

I started to actually believe that I would be okay again. I started to believe that I was actually seeing Lavender each day, or at least her spirit. We would have full-length conversations and she made me laugh...just like the good old days. She taught me how to make some of the foods she always made. I was glad to have her back, honestly having her back may have been the only thing that got me back to normal. She never did hear me talking about proposing to her so I didn't say anything, there was no way we could get married now anyway. But still, having her around made things better. 'I love her so much.' I thought to myself at least once a day.

And then I woke up, hugging that giant stuffed panda. I ran downstairs "Lavender!" I called "I just had the craziest dream!" But when I reached the bottom of the steps I found the living room was a mess, and on the floor was that picture of Lavender and her best friend that I had broken.

"No," I said to myself "Lavender!?" I called again, I ran outside only to see that the car was still was gone, I quickly checked the messages on the phone. The only message was the one the hospital left telling me I was permitted to come to see Lavender, that she wasn't going to make it through the night. It had been recorded two days ago. I felt hot tears roll down my face "Lavender no..." I whispered. I shouted and ran back inside, collapsing into a ball on the living room floor

"What do you wish for?" A memory echoed in my head "Lavender" I whispered, "I wish for Lavender".  

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What's new and coming soon to Argenta

A riverfront hotel, new residential development, food, drink and more.

The Koehler Building and Koehler Bakery Building

700 block of Main Street, Argenta

I t has taken a while for the continuing revival of Main Street in Argenta to progress beyond a few core blocks between Broadway and Seventh streets, but the push further northward is in progress, with the renovation of four buildings in the 700 block, including the historic Koehler Building and the Koehler Bakery buildings. The mixed-use, two-story redevelopment will feature commercial space downstairs and condominiums and apartments upstairs. Three businesses have committed to locate in the block so far, including studio space for painter Barry Thomas at 711A Main. Next door will be Ozark Escape, the area's newest entry in the popular "escape room" entertainment genre, a live-action puzzle-solving game that locks participants in a themed room filled with clues and gives them a set amount of time to figure out how to escape. Ozark Escape will feature three different rooms that can hold up to 20 players at a time. At 715 Main will be Mortgage Peer Network, a startup company that sells technology to mortgage lenders, run by Greg Ellis.

Arkansas Regional Innovation Hub

201 E. Broadway

Opened in January 2015, Argenta's Arkansas Regional Innovation Hub is a haven for tinkerers. It features a full woodworking shop, a printmaking and screenprinting shop, several 3D printers and two high-powered lasers that can do precision cuts and engraving in materials from paper to plywood. The Hub also offers regular classes on welding, laser-cutting, coding, block printing and more to members who pay a reasonable monthly or per-day fee.

Warwick Sabin, who served as the executive director of the Innovation Hub, now oversees its operations as well as Winrock's other job-creating programs as the senior director of U.S. programs for Winrock International, which combined with the Hub in June 2016.

Sabin said the number of people who used the Hub grew by about 40 percent in 2016. New developments on the drawing board for 2017 include continued work toward satellite makerspaces in other cities and a mobile makerspace that can be towed to far-flung corners of Arkansas.

For Central Arkansas, the big Hub-related news is a new Food Innovation Center, which Sabin said should open this year. While those looking to start food-related businesses — cheesemakers, pie makers, artisan bakers and the like — often have to turn to under-used industrial church kitchens to get their small businesses off the ground, Sabin said the Food Innovation Center would offer a certified industrial kitchen available for use by members, plus industrial packaging and labeling machines, a large garden and cooking classes. "It would take a similar approach as what we've established at our current Innovation Hub," Sabin said. "It would basically be an aggregation of tools, technology, equipment education, making that available to the community, both youth and adults, around food and agriculture."

The location for the Food Innovation Center is still up in the air as of this writing. A source close to the project, however, says developers are looking at sites in East Little Rock and Southwest Little Rock.

Argenta eats

Plenty of good food and nightlife is either in place or coming soon to Argenta. In the "coming soon" category is Kamikaito by Kiyens (521 Main), in the space at Sixth and Main streets that previously housed Good Food By Ferneau and Argenta Market. A spinoff of Kiyen's Seafood Steak and Sushi on Chenal Parkway, the space will reportedly offer sushi, seafood, steaks and Asian fusion cuisine. The original target date for Kamikaito was last October, but permitting snafus got in the way.

Open since early last year and steadily drawing raves since then is Four Quarter Bar (415 Main), the New Orleans-inspired music venue and bar by former Midtown Billiards bartender and talent booker Conan Robinson. Located in the former Sidetracks storefront, Four Quarter features cozy decor reminiscent of a French Quarter dive, over a dozen local beers on tap, a 2 a.m. private club permit and a solid lineup of live music several nights a week. Four Quarter took home the Best New Bar award in Arkansas Times' annual 2016 Toast of the Town issue, and was a finalist for a half-dozen other awards, including Best Dive, Best Neighborhood Bar and Best Bar Food. That last is a nod to a solid menu of booze-soaking fare, including slow-smoked pork sandwiches, burgers, nachos, mac and cheese and more.

A bit longer established is Skinny J's (314 Main), which opened in July 2015, the latest link in a small, Arkansas-only chain by chef and owner James Best, who opened his first Skinny J's near Jonesboro in 2009. Skinny J's features a solid sub-menu of bar vittles, including staples like loaded nachos, cheese curds, cheese fries, fried green tomatoes and crab cakes. For more stick-to-your ribs food, Skinny's has over a dozen incarnations of cheeseburger, 11 different sandwiches, a whole bunch of salads, several pasta choices and more. Unique, however, is Skinny J's status as the lone oyster bar north of the river.

Argenta fills in

Riverside development, apartments and a plaza.

What would happen if you took roughly $100 million and worked with the city of North Little Rock to invest in its downtown?

For one, you'd get an estimated $50 million project on 5.6 acres fronting the Arkansas River and west of the new Broadway Bridge that would include a high-rise building, a hotel, apartments, a boardwalk cantilevered over the seawall where folks could sit outside, enjoy a drink and watch the river, and maybe the River Trail bikers, go by. A development with a view of Little Rock that Mayor Joe Smith, who held up selling the city property until he got something he believed would be "first class," that is unparalleled. (He knows, because he got a ladder truck to lift him up for a view from an elevation equivalent to six stories.)

Smartway LLC, formed by Terraforma developers Doug Meyer and Dave Bruning, closed on the property in early February and is now looking for an anchor tenant, Meyer said. "We have had three companies approach us," Meyer said, to talk about a purchase or lease agreement. North Little Rock sold the land, previously a brownfield, to Smartway for $2.6 million, and will put the proceeds toward the creation of a plaza on an empty lot at Sixth and Main streets.

The Smarthouse plans are fluid, but envisioned is a 91,950-square-foot hotel, an office building 10 to 11 stories tall and 244,250 square feet and an 89,200-square-foot apartment building. The development will be a place where people "live, play and work, with 24/7 activity," Meyer said. The city is dubbing the area the Argenta Riverfront District.

The $50 million estimate is at the top end, but Smith is thinking top end, on the river and over to Main Street. "I'd rather not have anything if it's not first class," he said.

There's another, more solid, first-class development coming to North Little Rock: an upscale multibuilding apartment complex by THRIVE, the Bentonville residential developer. The developer has plans to build on the two blocks that once held the old feed mill, on Fourth Street between Magnolia and Poplar. Harold Tennenbaum and Dave Grundfest are selling the property to THRIVE, which is a venture of ERC Properties Inc., headed by Dawn Cook of Fort Smith. Plans call for 164 units in several three-story Colonial-style brick buildings divided by a plaza-like street. The complex will be north across the street from the Innovation Hub. Some of the buildings may hold retail on the ground floor, Smith said. North Little Rock will create a parking district around the THRIVE development that will dedicate street parking to its residents, much the way Fayetteville has done in its downtown.

Fort Worth's Sundance Plaza was the inspiration for the plaza that Smith envisions on the vacant lot on the east side of Main Street between Fifth and Sixth streets. The mayor, with a party of 60 folks who paid their own way, visited the Sundance Plaza and others to get an idea of what would be good for North Little Rock.

A farmers market occupies the spot now. The city is working with architect Susannah Drake of dlandstudio in New York and TAGGART Architects on a design for the park, which Smith said had to have a "wow factor." They envision a park with a water feature that can be turned on and off: It will spray fountains when the main part of the plaza is not in use, but the fountains will disappear when the space is needed for seating or other uses. Smith would also like to see projected, changing art on the existing wall of the old fire station at 506 Main St., now the North Little Rock Heritage Center.

Smith is also talking to developer John Chandler about a new building that would house a restaurant on the north side of the plaza and a commercial building on the east side.

The city itself wants to build six storefronts on the east side of the 600 block of Main; Smith said he has commitments from businesses to buy two of the storefronts.

Maple Street has undergone enormous change in the past four years as well. In 2013, the city and Argenta Community Development Corp. sold the western half of the blocks between Fifth and Ninth streets to Argenta Flats LLC, bringing 160 new townhouse-style apartments and condos to the street.

Smith said a private developer has plans for a lot north of Firehouse Liquor on Main Street. He added up how many dollars he expected to see invested in the coming years: $100 million. That's a nice round number.

Argenta Suds

When Diamond Bear Brewery packed up its taps and headed to the other side of the Arkansas River to establish the Arkansas Ale House (600 N. Broadway St.) in June 2014, it marked the beginning of a brewery community in North Little Rock's Argenta District. Diamond Bear still serves pre-brewery boom staples like its Pale Ale, Dogtown Brown and the Paradise Porter, as well as a rotating cast of seasonal ales like the Irish Red, the Honey Weiss and the handsome-hued Strawberry Blonde. The Ale House has an expanded taproom, a patio and an ample menu worthy of prepartying before heading to Dickey-Stephens for a baseball game: fried cheese curds, beer nuts, brat plates and one of the best veggie sandwiches in town, a crusty sourdough hoagie loaded with zucchini, caramelized onions, goat cheese, tomato, olive tapenade and fig jam.

Diamond Bear is just a short walk from newcomer Flyway Brewing (314 Maple), a microbrewery whose Bluewing Berry Wheat was a favorite at last year's Riverfest. Flyway, which moved into the space at 314 Maple St. in December 2015, serves up Banh Mi sliders and Duck Confit Nachos alongside standard brews like its Migrate Pale Ale and the Early Bird IPA. Its seasonal brews include the Lord God Imperial Chocolate Stout, with a whopping ABV of 11 percent. If that last one sounds like trouble to you, try the Flyway Root Beer (nonalcoholic).

And, while Flyway Brewing was celebrating its grand opening, Northwest Arkansas's Core Brewing and Distilling was making plans to move into the neighborhood. In March 2016, the Core Public House opened its doors in the former location of the Starving Artist Cafe, 411 Main St., to serve the full range of Core brews, including year-round favorites like the Arkansas Red, Behemoth Pilsner and the Leg Hound Lager.

What's new and coming soon to Argenta

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