#so yeah time to pass out at 7pm like a little old lady

[yuyu-bubu]

anyone who sleeps in a frilly nightgown or a droopy nightcap is living their best life i aspire to be like them

#snork mimimimimi #want to sleep so badly #its like 7pm here but idc im so tired im going to sleep gn #i was going to stay awake until my usual bedtime to finish my prince fluff embroidery but #i saw that picture of Kirby sleeping in his little bed and i decided i wanted to do that #so yeah time to pass out at 7pm like a little old lady #wow Valerie old lady era i thought the day would never come #yuyu thoughts not clickbait #weird how i tag my posts with that when my name isn't yuyu its valerie #yuyu is my cat's name tho :D #ok enough rambling #gnight gamers

[hyunjilicious]

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ Christmas Edition [bucky barnes]

Summary: it’s pretty self explanatory, I guess. (FLUFF) 1.6k

Warnings: absolutely none, just Bucky being cute, awkward and madly in love with you!!

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In 2018, you were in Namibia, hunting down an American terrorist that had been on the run for the better part of the year. In 2019, the avengers were scattered around the globe, executing a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of mission that ended long after the new year began. But this year, all of your friends were home. For the first time in years, the Stark Tower was shining from top to bottom with Christmas lights, carols echoing down all of its long, secluded hallways. It was the first time you'd get to actually spend the night of 24th of December with your true family. That is, if you made it in time. Back on December 19th, you and Bucky got stuck in the depths of Louisiana, with absolutely no means of communication, let alone transportation. You decided to make the best out of the situation and turn it into a road trip, but time flew by so much faster than expected, that it was now 2:13 pm on Christmas eve, and you and Bucky were sprinting down the snow covered empty highways of the east coast, dead set on making it home in time. He wasn't that eager to get back and tried to get you to rent a hotel room and spend the night alone, but you weren't having it. He huffed and puffed about not giving a shit about Christmas, but it was the first one he could celebrate with people that loved him, in over 70 years. With every motel that you passed, he'd turn and look at you from the passenger seat, begging you to stop. You didn't even consider it. You wanted him to have the full Christmas experience. A storm was brewing and you were whiteknuckling the steering wheel, fighting back the urge to yawn for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. After driving for 7 hours straight, you were close to passing out, but nowhere near ready to give up. "Pull over, love" he smiled, grabbing your thigh, "Let me drive. I'll wake you up when we arrive"

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And of course Bucky refused to decorate. You spent the better half of the day rummaging through boxes and looking up diy tutorials on the Internet, doing your absolute best to make your bedroom as cozy and Christmasy as possible. Candles were scattered all over the furniture, their soft light and delicate cinnamon scent filling up the room, a small Santa Claus figurine was sitting neatly by the window, garlands dripped from every corner and your Christmas playlist was on shuffle for probably the 4th time that day. As you kept busy, lowkey exasperated whenever one ornament didn't fit in as planned, Bucky laid on the bed, making nasty comments with every chance he got. He complained about the music, said the room was too hot, that the candles made his nose feel funny and not for a second did he stop begging you to drop the fucking decorating and join him in bed. You didn't wanna hear it. You kept going, bringing in box after box of ornaments, each one making Bucky more and more frustrated.

"Buck!" you whined, turning around in your hands a little remote controlled reindeer. "His leg is stuck... he keeps falling"

"Throw it into the trash" he scoffed, plopping down on his back and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Of course you didn't listen to him. "No..." you mumbled, more to yourself. You sounded like a child, but you didn't care. Instead, you just sat down on the edge of the bed, all your attention focused on the broken toy in your hands, "I'll fix it somehow"

"Just throw the goddamned thing away, Y/n" he groaned, "Only on my nightstand there are other 3. We got enough"

You just shook your head, focused on getting the reindeer to walk again. It was no use. You got no utensils and your nails were threatening to break as you kept trying to open up his battery container. 5 minutes of painful silence followed, ending with you finally giving up, "I'll just put something under his leg and use it as a decoration" you whimpered, legitimately heartbroken over the toy.

"Fuck, just come here. Give it to me. I'll fix the damn thing for you"

Your heart swelled up, "Really?"

"Yeah..." Bucky sighed, grabbing a screwdriver out of his nightstand and picking up the toy. "Master assassin and I'm fixing toys" he mumbled under his breath and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

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Your version of paradise started just when you arrived at the tower on Christmas Eve. Bucky did as promised and then offered you a weak smile, full of warmth as he helped you out of the car when he parked in front of the Tower. You were beaming with excitement for the days that were to come. When the next morning arrived, you were sipping your coffee on the balcony, waiting for everyone to wake up so that you could all start unwrapping the presents. When the door opened you didn't expect Bucky to come out, as he never - ever, failed to sleep until noon, if given the chance. But there he was, wrapped in one of your comfy blankets, padding over to you with a coffee mug in his hand. When he reached you, he opened his arms and welcomed you against his chest, closing his hold around your body and engulfing you in the warmth of the blanket. It didn't take long until you noticed the little paper bag lodged under the elastic of his sweats, and when you asked about it, he cursed himself for ruining the surprise. He handed you the bag, and urged you to open it, insisting that it wasn't your present. When you did, your eyes landed on a knitted bunny clutching a heart to its chest. "An old lady was selling these a few weeks ago at a boutique I saw while waiting for you to meet me. I know you love to call me Bucky Bunny because you know how much I hate it. I forgot about it and came across it this morning at the bottom of my bag while searching for my charger. Now I think its stupid, a dumb rabbit and his eyes are a little bit fucked up, but he's cute and it reminded me of you, so here you go"

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As much love as some of you had for the holiday, it still wasn't enough to convince the whole group to actually watch a Christmas movie. So, in true avenger spirit, you all decided to watch Terminator. After finishing dinner, you all scattered around the Tower. Some people left to change in more comfortable clothes, some helped clean up the kitchen, and some, like Bucky and Thor, remained in the living room, plopped in the middle of the couch, fangirling over Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting and the great sense of humour of the 90s. Eventually everyone gathered around them, you and Wanda being the last ones to show up. She cuddled against Vision's side, but Bucky was lodged in between Thor and Steve, and there was no way you'd ever ask any of them to move. Seeing you eye an open spot, Bucky waved you over as he stood up. "Here, take my seat". You wanted to object but he didn't want to hear it. Eventually, you sat down, and so did he, on the floor, right in front of you. Nonchalantly, Bucky pulled your legs apart and settled between them, with his back against the couch. He gathered your Christmas themed sock clad feet into his lap and rested his head against your knee as the movie began.

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And like any other Christmas dinner, of course yours wasn't an exception. Natasha's recipe for apple pie was by definition the best that ever blessed the earth and none of the attendees was any stranger to that. Considering how many of you there were, as you made a point of spending the end of the year together, 2 batches had to be made. It was hectic, everyone fuzzing around the Tower, preparations on tow the whole day. And of course there would be repercussions for the chaotic atmosphere, but you'd only find out about them later. After burning through the first meal courses of the evening, it was finally time for her sweet delicacy to grace the table. Natasha neatly placed the two pies on either end of the table, proudly announcing you could all dig in. Bucky was seated to your right, and he unlike you, managed to grab a piece of pie from the first batch. You didn't think too much of it, until you started eating yours, only to realise the bottom was burned. Despite all of you trying to assure Natasha that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, she promised she'd make another one tomorrow. The night carried on as planned, but no matter how much you tried to push away the thought, you couldn't help but feel bitter about missing out on the good pie. Just when you were about to come to your senses and realise what a dumb reason for you to get upset that was, Bucky sent you text, asking you to come to the bedroom. Curious as to what this could have been about, you hurried upstairs and burst into the room, nearly crashing into Bucky's chest. He slammed the door behind you and handed you his plate - his slice of pie only halfway eaten. "I saved you a piece. These are jackals, I had to hide it. Dig in before anyone comes!"

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On December 27th the buzz was starting to die down. When you put up the lights in your bedroom, Bucky said they could stay on for two days and two days only, and you reluctantly agreed to make a compromise. Just this time. The time to turn them off came last night, and since he offered to let them on until the morning, you felt like an unreasonable little shit if you were to ask him to turn them on again. It was about 7pm and you were two seasons deep in The X Files, and Wanda asked for your help. Bucky pulled out his phone and assured you he wouldn't watch ahead until you got back. It took you about 30 to help your friend with her problem, and when you returned to your room, confusion washed over you. The Christmas lights were on and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" he grunted.

You turned around to see him behind you, standing in the doorway, two cocoa mugs in his hands, "I made these cause I know you like them. And I wanted to surprise you with the lights but vision is a dumbass and forgot to text me and tell me when you were almost done"

"So she didn't actually need help folding the bed sheets?" you laughed, endeared by his antics.

"Of course she didn't" Bucky shook his head, handing you one of the mugs, "She's not an imbecile"

"Oh my god" you giggled in disbelief as you sat down on the bed.

"I'll squirt shit nuggets out of my ass for two days, so please tell me at least I got the recipe right" 

He was so adorable, anxiously waiting for you to taste the cocoa he just made. "It's so good!" you rolled your eyes in pleasure, taking another sip, "Thank you, you're too sweet, Buck"

"Yeah, I know-" he chuckled, grabbing the mug from your palm and placing it on the nightstand. "I got one more present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands"

"No, Buck-" you whined, "I didn't get you anything else-"

He dismissed your words in an instant and kissed your lips, before guiding your hands up. You opened them up and closed your eyes, curious about what he could have gotten you. First, you heard him shuffle around the bed, and then you felt something rather itchy touch your palms. You nearly burst into laughter when you realised it was his chin.

"Ok, open your eyes"

And as you did so, your eyes landed on Bucky's face, as he had placed his head on your hands. He was wearing a tiara with reindeer ears, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're my present?" you beamed, throwing yourself against his chest.

"My face is the present-" he corrected you. "Guess what it does. Take your leggings off and you'll find out"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader 

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.5 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker​ created for the series! here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland series

[fairykukla]

"Tell us a story, Sanguine!"

"I would love to. What kind of story would you like?"

"A scary story!"

Scotti whimpers softly. "I don't really want a scary one."

"Halloween is around the corner. I could tell a slightly spooky story with a happy ending?"

"Yeah! That sounds good!"

"Please tell us that one. Ooh! And can there be a dog in it?"

"As you wish."

Once upon a time there was an old house at the end of the street. None of the people in the neighborhood had seen anyone go in or out for a long time.

There was a girl who lived on the street and she had a little dog. The girl had heard many strange stories about that old house, but never tried to go up to it herself.

But one day her dog got out of the yard and ran down the street. The girl ran after her dog and when she finally caught up, she realized that she was standing under the windows of the spooky old house.

She picked up her dog and scolded her. "You shouldn't run away, Tutti," she said. Tutti just licked her face.

The girl looked into the window, and the curtain had torn, so she could see right inside.

The house was full of dark furniture and dust.

But something moved in the shadows!

The girl was rooted to the spot and couldn't look away! An old woman walked up to the window and peeked out at her.

"Come to the door! I would like some company!"

The girl walked to the front door slowly. When she got to the porch, the door was open.

"Come on in. What's your name, Kiddo?"

"May," said the girl.

"Then you 'may' come in!"

The old woman had been caring for her husband who had been sick for a long time. She apologized for the state of the house.

"I didn't have much time for keeping things tidy."

"Why didn't you hire a maid? Or a nurse?"

"I am a nurse, actually, and I couldn't really afford a maid. We never had any kids and all my relatives are gone, or far away."

"What about the people in the neighborhood?"

"I hate to be a bother."

"Well, I could come and help you on Tuesdays and Thursdays! My mom works late on those days."

"What a lovely idea!"

So May made plans to help out on Thursday. She asked her mom if it would be ok to help out at the old house, and her mom said it was fine, that she would pick her up at 7pm.

May had a nice time helping the older lady dust and shake out old curtains. The older lady had a bad back and needed someone to lift and carry for her.

When her mom came to pick her up, she asked if she could meet to old lady.

May looked high and low and called out to her, but couldn't find her.

"Mrs. Hitchcock? Where are you? My mom wants to meet you."

May's mother grabbed her shoulder. "Hitchcock? That's the name of the people who owned this house."

"Yeah. She was caring for her husband, that's why no one has seen her."

"Honey, the Hitchcocks both passed away before you were born. I remember, it was right after we bought the house."

"What?"

"I thought you were helping out the new owners. Maybe it's their daughter?"

"No, she said they didn't have any kids."

The next Tuesday, May sneaked over to the house again and knocked on the door.

When it opened, and the old lady was there, May noticed that she was still wearing the same dress she had on the last time. "Where did you go? I wanted you to meet my mom."

The old woman sighed. "May, sweety, not everyone can see me."

"Are you a ghost?"

"I suppose so. I tried to wash some dishes the other day and I just couldn't pick them up. I've spoken to other neighbors but they just ignore me."

May had been feeling scared when she asked the ghost question, but now she was really sad. "Oh, Mrs. Hitchcock. I'm so sorry. You're all alone here, aren't you?"

"Yes. I just feel like there is so much I haven't finished."

"I can see you, and I can help."

May then did the greatest truck of her life. She got the rest of the neighborhood to come and do things like prune the hedges and now the lawn. She persuaded the other kids to come help clean and air out the rooms with a promise of seeing the spooky old house.

Eventually, the old woman walked through the beautiful rooms and sighed in contentment. "May, this is lovely. It's been so nice to have People in the old house again. Bring your mother tomorrow. I think I can find a way to communicate with her."

So May brought her mother to the old house, and as they walked to the door it opened.

The door to the kitchen then opened. The walked into the kitchen and there was a letter on the table.

May's mother picked up the envelope and saw their names written on it.

The letter turned out to be the deed to the house, made out in May's name.

#spooky story #legit bjd #bjd #goodreau #goodreau toto #resinsoul dan #leekeworld #soda

[coreastories]

Three Hours For Chicken

Companion to Corea News: Royal Panic! The queen was lost--and found-- in Seoul 

The queen of Corea wants chicken, and she goes after what she wants, even if the chicken is in Seoul and she lives in Busan. 

“Not arrive together anywhere?”

“Queens Day is for the queen. The focus is on her. The king can watch and visit, but everyone is supposed to see the queen, not the king.” 

Seung-ah made notes. Separate cars. No. Separate times of arrival. This wouldn’t be too difficult, just complicated. She had to prepare for two scenarios: if the king followed tradition, and if he dismissed it and escorted the queen everywhere. 

Lady Noh was saying, “Ah my head,” so perhaps the old woman was also thinking the same thing. Their king and queen were the opposite of predictable. 

Seung-ah could soon hand this over to the Royal Household and the logistics would be their problem. She just had to sign off on everything first, with Lady Noh’s advice and approval, because everything about the Queens Day was under the domain of Public Affairs. 

Her note-taking was interrupted by a text message. Only four people were set to come up on her screen with a pop-up.  

Hey Seung-ah. Can you come to the study, please? Conf. 

Tae-eul. The queen. “Conf.” stood for confidential, which meant not to say anything if Seung-ah was with anyone. So she pretended to be preoccupied with the arrangements and bowed to leave Lady Noh. 

It was 7pm. Tae-eul probably wanted to eat together. And probably didn’t want Lady Noh’s currently overzealous guarding of what Tae-eul ate. 

When she arrived at the king’s private study, she found Tae-eul pacing on the rug. 

“Ma-- Tae-eul, what is it?” Seung-ah was still learning to use the queen’s name when they were alone as the queen requested. It helped that Seung-ah now used it in her head when she thought of Tae-eul. “Did you ask for dinner already?” 

“Can we take your car?” 

“What?” 

“I want to eat banban.” 

“Banban?”

“It’s chicken. Half plain. Half seasoned. And a hundred percent making my mouth water.” 

“All right, I’ll ask for--”

“No, we’ll take your car.” 

“Mwo?”

Tae-eul sighed. “I already told Jangmi. Just get your car over here.” Tae-eul pointed outside the French windows. “But don’t say anything. Even to Jangmi if you see him when you get your car.” Tae-eul tapped her ear. 

Mollified that Jangmi knew even if the rest of the Royal Guard wasn’t supposed to, Seung-ah did as she was asked. Then she got a funny feeling in her stomach when the queen came out of the French windows and went to the car at what seemed like a very specific angle from the wall, got in, and promptly laid down in the backseat. 

“What-- what are you doing? Are you feeling ill?”

“Yep. But I’m fine. Just don’t say anything. Jangmi is meeting us there.” 

“Meeting us where?” 

Tae-eul didn’t answer. 

The palace gate staff knew Seung-ah’s cars, knew her face, and let her pass through without inspection. About a hundred meters from the gate, Tae-eul popped up in the backseat like a rabbit nosing the air. 

Seung-ah’s stomach roiled. It was no longer a funny feeling. It was more of a realization now. 

“Tae-eul. Did you use me to sneak out of the palace?” 

“Yes.” 

“Is Jangmi really meeting us?” 

“No.” 

“Does Jangmi really know?”

“No.”

“I’m turning the car.” 

“Oh no, please,” Tae-eul rubbed her hands together in apology and pleading. “I just need some time away. Please? I would have gone with the king, but he’s in Seoul. That’s it. I can meet him there. No harm done.”  

“WHAT?!” Seung-ah shrieked. “We’re going to Seoul?!”  

“Yes.” 

“It’s three hours away by train!”

There was a pause in which Seung-ah’s hope that they weren’t really going to Seoul soared. Then the queen grabbed that hope and tossed it to the ground. “Oh. Right.” 

“What do you mean oh right?! Did you forget the distance to Seoul?!” 

“Calm down. It’s only three hours.” 

Only three hours! Seung-ah wasn’t religious but called out to God just then. She swallowed. Her mouth was dry. She supposed she could clutch at the reasoning that the queen wanted to go to the king.  

“Let me tell Jo Yeo--”

“Later. We’ll tell him later when we get there.” 

“Are you trying to get me killed?”

Tae-eul snickered. “Yeong won’t kill you. He loves you.”

“Stop that! What about the king?” 

“Don’t worry about him.” 

Seung-ah snorted. “At least tell Jangmi then. Have mercy on Jangmi.” 

“He’s fine. He’s asleep. He took medicine for his toothache.” 

Seung-ah groaned. 

“I’m sorry. I just… I need to go to Seoul. The chicken place at Misa Lake Park.” 

Seung-ah groaned again. All right. She would tell Yeong when they arrived in Seoul or way sooner than that. Hopefully, the king and queen’s room remained undisturbed by palace staff or Jangmi stayed asleep, whichever would get them past this with the least fuss. 

She looked at Tae-eul through the rearview mirror. The queen wore a Nova Shirt, a Cabello pullover, and a Harris Tweed wool blazer Seung-ah loved. The total cost of the ensemble was over a million won, not counting the jeans and shoes. Not the cheapest in the queen’s wardrobe, but not that expensive either. Not by Seung-ah’s standards. And the queen looked deceptively casual, so they could probably get on the train without attracting attention. 

Tae-eul chose that moment to squeeze her way to the passenger seat through the center console and Seung-ah concentrated on not killing them both and not cursing out her queen. Seriously. 

Tae-eul settled in with her seatbelt on and Seung-ah took deep breaths. 

Then Tae-eul turned to her and said, “So what are we talking about on the three hours on the train? Did you and Yeong go past any bases yet?”

Seung-ah stopped breathing. She felt her face go searing hot. “Stop that. Let me drive. Maybe you should get back to the back seat. But I’ll stop the car so you can get in there using the door like a normal person.” 

Tae-eul just flapped her hand in dismissal. “Do you know Yeong is ticklish in his ankles?” 

“Mwo?” She was saying that so much tonight. 

Tae-eul laughed. “Yeah. I saw it at the gym. They were doing judo and Jangmi was about to grab Yeong’s ankles but Yeong dodged--danced away, really. That was weird. So I whispered to Jangmi to keep going for Yeong’s ankles, and I told him to touch it, not grab it.” Tae-eul curled in on herself, giggling. “I’ll show you the video later. I think getting kicked in the face is why Jangmi has a toothache.” 

Seung-ah laughed despite her nerves at this insanity she was currently dragged into. The queen’s laughter was infectious like that. Yeong was ticklish in the ankle. Hmmm. But poor Jangmi was kicked in the face. “Poor Jangmi.”

“I know, I’ll make it up to him.” 

To Seung-ah’s horror, tears spilled from Tae-eul’s eyes. 

Shit. What the hell. So she said, “Yeong likes to be kissed on the neck.” 

Tae-eul wiped her eyes and perked up. “Really?” 

Seung-ah was relieved. She grinned. “Yeah. He sorta shivers and goes soft in my arms when I do that.” 

“Awwww.” 

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“Status.” 

“Good and quiet here, Captain.” 

“You sure?” 

“Her Majesty is in her bedroom. Lady Noh is in hers. Time is 2100. I’ll update you again at 2200.” 

“All right.” 

Captain Jo hung up and Jangmi sighed in relief. But his cheek felt like it still had a phone against it. Oh man, it was swollen. Wasn’t the medicine supposed to be anti-inflammatory? 

He rooted through his medicine bag for other meds. What he took earlier had stopped the pain and knocked him out but apparently wasn’t good for much else. 

When he turned back around to face his bedroom’s bank of monitors that came with being Unbreakable Sword to the queen, a court maid was waving to the camera. 

Jangmi swallowed his new pill dry and flew out of his room. 

He got there in under a minute but the court maid had already multiplied into three and Lady Noh was there. 

“What is it?” Without waiting for an answer, he entered the king and queen’s chamber. No queen. Ahhh shit fuck balls. 

“Is the queen in the kitchen?” he asked the maids. They shook their heads. 

Lady Noh said, “I already called the Control Tower. Her Majesty isn’t in the palace and the grounds. She was seen going to the study a little before seven, and then Seung-ah went there as well. Could they have been together? But Seung-ah was seen going home alone.” 

He dialed Seung-ah’s number. She didn’t answer. Probably asleep. Shit. He called another number. “Go to Myeong Seung-ah’s house then call me when you have her.” 

With a cold pit in his stomach, he called the captain next. 

“Captain. I don’t have the queen. We haven’t had eyes on her since seven. We’re retrieving Myeong Seung-ah. She’s the last to have seen her.” 

The captain was quiet for three seconds. Jangmi didn’t breathe. Then Captain Jo Yeong spoke in his quietest, sternest voice. “I’ll try to get Seung-ah on the phone and let you know. Do your job. There’s protocol.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Jangmi made a gesture for the maids to leave, and Lady Noh swept them away. Jangmi dialed 8877. The voice on the line only said, “Yes?” 

“Crimson Pheasant. Two hours. Myeong Seung-ah, Royal Public Affairs Office.” 

“Confirming receipt.” The line went dead. 

He hoped Seung-ah wasn’t in the bath or anything, because as the last person to have seen the queen, the Royal Guard and the Corean Armed Forces were about to break down her door. 

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“I should tell Yeong now. Look, Jangmi and Yeong both called and you didn’t let me answer it.”

“Sure, go ahead. I don’t want them to worry.” 

Seung-ah stared at Tae-eul. “I know you’re my queen but you’re an idiot right now. If you didn’t want them to worry, you shouldn’t have gone to Seoul in the first place.” 

Tae-eul didn’t reply. The server had arrived just then, so Tae-eul only probably heard, “Here’s your chicken.” Seung-ah rolled her eyes and sent a quick text to Yeong. 

And then, because Seung-ah had been hungry for dinner since six pm, and the chicken was right there all beautifully golden, she also ate her share of the fricken chicken. Could be her fricken last meal, anyway. 

There was a loud hum outside, overhead, and then a whoosh and thunderclap that had nothing to do with the clear skies. She had an idea what that was. Yep. Probably her last meal. 

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Gon was a little surprised that he actually managed not to panic. He was getting better. His life with Tae-eul wouldn’t be quiet, but it wouldn’t be doomed either. He had an assurance about that, and he was getting better in his faith and trust in that assurance.  

Jangmi had arrived by chopper, and he hadn’t straightened since. He was still bent at the waist, reporting to Gon. 

“Her Majesty had a headache so she went to bed around three pm. We didn’t disturb her. She hadn’t come out until 6:42pm when she was seen going to the study. We can’t reach her because she left her phone on her bed. We couldn’t reach Myeong Seung-ah either and she’s not home.” 

“Jangmi, please straighten up. I’m not blaming you. She probably went somewhere with Seung-ah. You need to add another camera in the patio of my study. There’s a blind spot.” 

Yeong looked at him. Yeong knew Gon had used that blind spot before. Before Gon could call out Yeong for glaring at him, Jangmi straightened and Gon recoiled at the sight of his face. “What happened to you? Did the queen do that to you?” 

At the same time, Yeong said, “Did I do that to you?”

“No, no, Captain, you kicked me here.” Jangmi touched the opposite cheek. The one that wasn’t twice its size. Then he touched the swollen cheek gingerly. “This is a toothache.” 

Gon was torn between amusement and sympathy. He turned his snort of laughter into a grimace. He was about to ask if Jangmi had taken medicine when Yeong made one of those showy, smooth movements, taking his phone out of his coat pocket and checking it. 

“Pyeha. We have the queen. She’s with Seung-ah. They’re at Chika Chika by Misa Lake Park. The car is ready.”

Gon sighed in relief and exasperation. Chika Chika. As in chicken. Misa Lake Park, as in Hanam-si. Tae-eul went to Seoul for chicken? “You two. With me. Now. The others can follow.” 

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Chika Chika was deserted, thankfully. Not that Gon wouldn’t have gone in even if it was full of customers. He saw Tae-eul from the tall windows, and saw her see him and her face soften in greeting and happiness at seeing him. 

He would never get tired of that. If he had felt any anger at all, which he hadn’t--not really-- it would have evaporated right then. He was standing by her table in a few strides. Seung-ah looked at him pleadingly, so he smiled at her in assurance. The poor woman sagged in relief. She deserved a raise. 

“Are you done eating?” he asked Tae-eul. 

Tae-eul wiped her mouth, drank water, and then got up in a too-bouncy way that made him wince. But she was fine. She was fine. He took her hand and he let her pull him to the railing by the lakeside. He saw Yeong and Jangmi on their phones coordinating with everyone. 

They deserved a raise, too. Though he had made certain years ago that the Royal Guard would be rolling in money so they couldn’t be bought. Maybe he could give them something else. 

They arrived at the railing and he watched Tae-eul take deep breaths of the night air. 

“Pyeha. Mama.” 

They turned to Seung-ah. She was holding her phone up. “Let’s do this. For something sweet in the morning. People were asleep in their beds, you know.” 

He saw Tae-eul smile so he smiled and that was the photo done. Seung-ah left them alone. He put his arm around Tae-eul and felt his smile grow when she leaned into his side. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t look that much sorry.”

She smiled wider. “The banban was really good.”

“Yeah? You didn’t even get me takeaway.” 

“I forgot, I’m sorry.” 

“Did you really forget the distance between Busan and Seoul?” 

“Did the air force really fire warning shots?”

He pressed his lips together and looked at her as sternly as he could, when he knew his eyes were soft for her, this side of her he was seeing for the first time. 

She laughingly sighed. “I knew I was in Busan but I also thought I was in Seoul, that driving here would only take about 10 to 20 minutes. Can you believe it?” 

“I can believe it. They say that happens.” 

“It’s crazy. You should have seen Seung-ah’s face.” Tae-eul laughed. Gon couldn’t help grinning back. He loved that she was happy. She looked so beautiful when she laughed or smiled this way. 

He tightened his arm around her. “I was already on my way back to you. You just beat me here.” 

“I didn’t come for you. I came for the chicken.” 

They laughed. 

“You’re insane. Are you all right now?” 

She snuggled against him, nodded, and squeezed his waist. “Let’s go home. I want to go to bed.” 

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“Crimson Pheasant Code Green. 2300. Pheasant and Dragon taking off for Busan 2300.”

Jangmi hung up with the Royal Armed Forces palace switchboard and nodded at Yeong. That was the end of it. Yeong nodded back. “You need to get to a dentist, hoobae.” 

“They can’t do anything until that swelling goes down anyway,” said Seung-ah, joining them on the bench. “Try this, Jangmi.” She rummaged in her purse and gave Jangmi a whole bottle of pills. 

“You have that in your purse?” Yeong asked dubiously. 

“Of course.” 

“You all right?”

“Yeah. I’ve had time to recover. The worst was when I realized the queen intended to go to Seoul and we were already outside the palace.” 

“I think we need to get more of that chicken,” Jangmi said. 

“What’s the difference between that chicken and the chicken in Busan and in the palace?” Yeong asked, truly mystified. 

Seung-ah tilted her head in that way she did when she was thinking or about to make an observation. She had no idea Yeong tilted her head that exact same way when he kissed her. 

“I think there’s a hint of some sort of caramel in the coating. Then it opens up to this--” 

“OH!”  

Yeong and Seung-ah both jumped at Jangmi’s exclamation. 

“Oh no. Noona. They probably broke down your door.”

“MWO?!”

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[winchestermotel]

The Road We Take

Chapter 1

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, loss of a loved, all kinds of kinky sex and stuff(we’ll see where it goes), nsfw, 18+, slow burn(hopefully)

WC: 2464

Summary: Y/N is a hunter who has just lost a father figure. Sunny took her in when her family died tragically and raised her. She grew up listening to Sunny go on and on about how good Sam and Dean were as hunters and as people, but she personally never met them. The only Winchester she met was John and she didn’t like him at all. Now she invites all hunters on Sunny’s contact list for his Wake. She can’t wait to meet the Winchester Brothers. Their meeting isn’t ideal, but it marks the beginning of a new chapter in Y/N’s life but where does this road lead to?

Assume all warnings apply to all chapters. Chapters will be individually warned as well.

A/N: Hi. This is my first fan fic ever so if you’re reading this THANK YOU but also, I would appreciate if you could leave some constructive criticism and comments on how you would like the story to progress. If you like it, share it with your friends as well😊

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Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. You had grown up hearing these names. Best damn hunters in the world. You couldn’t wait to meet them only because Sunny seemed to have loved them. Sunny used to hunt with their dad, John. Well, Sunny taught John how to hunt, how to fight and generally how to hold his own and Sunny introduced Bobby to John as well. It was almost weird you and the Winchester Boys still hadn’t met or chanced upon each other until now, until Sunny’s wake. The Winchester Brothers were going to be your closest relation at the wake, and you didn’t even know what they looked like.

The pain struck again when you remembered. In all fairness, you had not forgotten, you were trying hard not to think. All alone in this ramshackle house in the middle of a forest. The once maroon wallpaper, covered in decades of dust, blood splatter and sigils coming of the walls had turned brown. The green fungus on the walls was slowly creeping towards the ceiling. Neither Sunny nor you stayed here long enough in between hunts to care much for housekeeping. If anyone thought the living room looked bad, they would faint if they saw the basement. The place you occasionally held down demons, witches, vamps, werewolves, sometimes gods or any manner of monster that needed some extra persuasion to talk. The 3 bedrooms were in no better condition however the kitchen was spotless. Sunny kept all work, killings and rituals out of the kitchen. It didn’t even look like a part of the house, but your favorite place was the rooftop.

The house didn’t have another floor, the rooftop wasn’t high enough for a very nice view, but it did look over the forest. You and Sunny had set up some lights and kept a  small fridge and two very old recliners. The nights you both were back home this was where you both would spend most of the time but none of it really seemed to matter now because you felt all alone haunted by your own memories and now that he was gone everything in the house was screaming for attention. Everything reminded you of the man that took you in and raised you.

You had sent out messages to every hunter on all of Sunny’s phones, but you didn’t reply to anyone. Building his pyre, burning his body had left you exhausted both physically as well as mentally. You were hardly 5’0 but had built strength and stamina from years of hunting. At 25 you still had a decade worth of experience in hunting. You had made the arrangement for the wake which was mostly just booze, bacon and burgers. Now it was time for the hunters to show up.

The clock strikes 3pm and the hunters start showing up. One after the other. In half an hour, there was hardly any space to set foot. You didn’t imagine so many would turn up. When 6 more hunters turned up you were certain you would run out of beer. The hunters all made themselves at home. You kept making small talk. Everybody apologized, everybody had stories to tell you about him. After a while you wanted the beer to run out, so you had a reason to get out of the house for a second and breath. Couple hours passed and the general topic was way past Sunny. Some had passed out from drinking, some were still playing a drinking game, others were telling jokes or catching up after years of not seeing each other. You had to replenish the beer supply twice now, not that you minded but it was only 7pm.

The noise suddenly was too much, the smells were to potent, so you ran outside. You didn’t get far before you tripped and fell just a few yards away from the front door.  You looked up at the stars and tears rolled down on your cheeks.

“Why did you leave me? Why did you have to push me to the side? Nobody would’ve cared if the werewolf ate my heart but look at all of these people. They love you. Why didn’t you let me save you , you bastard? You screamed into the nothingness.

You sat there as tears rolled down your cheeks when you heard a roar an engine nearing you. As you look up, you’re blinded by bright headlights. The car comes nearer and nearer. You’re not sure the driver can see you, but you don’t move. You’re not sure you want to. The car stops right in front of you and the lights turn of. Because you had been starring right into the bright lights, now you can’t see anything, but you hear two doors creak open and you hear an angry man walking up to you.

“What the hell are you doing, lady? Tryin’a get yourself killed here?” you hear him speak as he comes closer to you.

“Dean wait….” You hear another voice. This one’s a little calmer.

The lights have somehow sent you into a trance because you can’t move. Every muscle feels a lot heavier. You look up to see two giant men towering over you.

“Oh…I..um..’’ you hear the angry man’s fury fade away as he looks at you.

“Here, let me help you up.’’ The other one offers you a hand.

You take his hand and stand up.

“Woah….’’ Is all that you can muster.

You were always the short one but these two were huge and because you were standing so close, you could hardly see their faces. Maybe you were tired from the day or drained from the crying, you lost your footing for a second and stumbled backwards when you pushed your head back to get a good look them.

“Oh hey, careful sweetheart. Are you alight?’’ He stepped forward almost immediately to help you, but you had already stabilized and nodded.

“My name’s Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We’re John Winchester’s sons. We’re here for Sunny’s wake.’’

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name’s Y/N. Please go inside. Make yourself at home. I’ll be there in a minute.’’ You said monotonously.

“You’re y/n? Sunny’s kid? Sam asked and when you nodded, he immediately hugged you.

You didn’t know whether it was nobody had hugged you or was it because he called you ‘Sunny’s kid’ you started crying again into his chest and his grip tightened.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Let it out. I’ve got you.’’ Sam almost whispered as he attempted to calm you down.

You step away and wipe your tears away and barely nodded to say thank you.

“ You alright?’’ Dean inquired.

“Yeah. I needed that I think. Come inside. Please.’’ You reply in a quiet and embarrassed voice as you turn around to lead the way.

‘They probably think you’re a stupid cry baby now. Quite the first impression.’ You think to yourself.

The second you open the door; every head in the room turned towards you.

“The Winchesters are hear!’’ somebody yells.

You think a fight is about to break out but in a matter of seconds you realize it’s more of celebration because everybody cheers them on as they step inside behind you. You’re not comfortable with the whole situation.

“This is about Sunny. This about remembering him. This is NOT about your petty little drinking games or playing catch up.’’ You yelled as you opened a door that revealed a staircase behind the living room and went up.

It wasn’t a very cold night but the thought of Sunny never being up on the roof top made you shiver.

“Mind if I join you?’’

You turned around and saw Dean walking towards you.

“Hey….’’ Is a you can muster.

“ I’m not gonna ask if you’re okay because I know you ain’t doing so well. Beer?’’ he offered

“I’ll pass. And yeah not doing so well. The guy who was the closest thing I had to a father died 3 days ago, saving me from a werewolf. I had to build his pyre, burn his body and now I have to look at his friends having the time of their lives in his house. So, you’re right, I’m not okay!’’ you almost yell at him.

“Hey. Look. I’ve lost my fair share of family. Hell, other than Sammy I’ve lost everyone I loved. I even lost him a couple of times, but life doesn’t stop. I know it’s hard right now and it never get easy, but you move on. So, we keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep grinding. And that's how we keep fighting.’’ Dean replies in a firm tone.

“Dean….he was all I had. He gave me this life. There’s nothing else I have. After my family, he took me in. Now that he’s gone I…...’’ You break down in tears again.

You feel Dean wrap his arms around you. There’s a comfort in his hug but somehow the tears don’t stop.

‘yeah, now they’ll definitely think I’m just another emotional bitch’ you think to yourself. ‘Awesome way to embarrass yourself!’

“ It is okay. You have me and Sam now. It’s what Bobby and Sunny would have wanted. You got us now. You ain’t gonna be alone ever.’’ He soothed. His hand rubbed your back.

Without breaking out of his embrace, you looked up into his eyes. They were green. He was very tall as well but not as tall as his brother. The freckles scattered over his face added to his persona. He was a very handsome man. You could see hints of his father in his face. High cheek bones, the green eyes, the way he talked had the ghost of his father.

“Do I have something on my face?’’ he smirked.

“No….you’re….’’ You weren’t sure whether you wanted to tell him what you really thought.

“ I know I’m adorable.’’ He stepped back and you could swear he pouted

“Someone’s cocky!’’ you smirked.

“Y/n, the people downstairs meant a lot to Sunny and us hunters, we’re messed up. But the fact that they dropped everything and drove here from all over the country to be here is the most they can do to show they cared. You need to get yourself together, go down and raise a toast to Sunny. Now they’ll be leaving soon but Sammy and I’ll stick around for the night…..if you want.’’ He tried not to make it sound like an order.

You turned away and looked up at the sky. You closed your eyes and thought about Sunny and a tear rolled down your eye. Taking a deep breath, you turned back around, wiped the tear and nodded.

Dean leads the way and you follow. When the other hunters see you coming down everybody is silent. The remnants of the emotional breakdown you had earlier still lingers in the air. Once in the living room, you can feel all eyes on you.

“I’d first like you apologize for whatever I said. I know what I said was wrong. You all are…..were as much a part of Sunny’s life as much as I was’’ You begin. “So many of you knew him as a friend, a buddy, a leader. He was a kind, loving man even though he would never admit it, he loved every single person in this room. I mean look at me. He took me in when he didn’t have to. The case was dealt with. He had no business sticking around but he did. Took me in when everybody refused to take me in. Hell, he died saving me and he knew nothing would survive that fall but he jumped at the werewolf, gave me an open shot and fell over the cliff.’’

You paused for a second trying to keep that ball that just formed in your throat from chocking you and your crowd cheers you on. They could feel your pain, but their cheer gave you strength to continue.

You continued  “ Sunny died doing what he loved and there was no other way he wanted to go out. A couple days ago I gave him a hunter’s sendoff because he deserved nothing less. Sunny was tough, strong and stubborn as hell. The man did know how to cook though. He loved to cook. But his legacy will live in on all the lives he touched, the lives he saved and the love he gave to the people he cared about.’’ You raise your beer  “To Sunny!’’

“ To Sunny!” everybody repeats unanimously.

After that things did become easier. You wanted to thank Dean, but you couldn’t see him or Sam. You moved around, talked to everybody else. Now you wanted to talk to them, you wanted to listen to what they had to tell you. Everybody appreciated the toast you raised to Sunny. You even spotted a damp eye or two, but you knew they would never admit it.

The crowd around you started thinning as the hunters started to leave. Soon, you were all alone again. Seeing off the last hunter you went outside. The black beast that you nearly let run over you was still parked there.

They’re still here. But where are they??

“Y/N up here!” you heard Sam’s voice.

You turned around and looked up. Sam and Dean were on the roof.

“ Come up sweetheart. Have a beer with us.’’ Dean smiled at you.

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[peachykaka]

i made a sci-fi story so hope you like it,

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Chapter 1:

April 3rd, 2021,

“Oh look at these cookies, can we get them~?” I said with puppy eyes to my sister, Jennie.

“Sure sure” Jennie said laughing and patting my head.

Then my vision blurs and I black out,

“The city is now in complete flames, today August 23rd, this mess has just been getting worse, the streets are now full of protests, cults, many people are getting separated from their families, the hunger is now...” I heard the news lady say,

I felt so confused I couldn’t think of anything, I was breathing heavily, my vision wasn’t focused, I felt completely lost,

“Jennie? JENNIE! Jennie, where are you? Please” I shouted desperately, crying,

I saw someone run to me,

“Y/n? Is that u? Y/n!” I heard that tall boy say to me, I nodded, “Sam? oh my-” I said happily, and hugged him,

“Sam what is this? What has happened?” I asked desperate,

“oh... it hasn’t happened on your time? Uh i- I shouldn’t tell you this but, we didn’t make it, sorry..” he said holding his tears and I separated from him, with a confused look, “what do you mean? my time?” I asked, I blacked out again.

Now that I notice, I don’t remember knowing any Sam. I didn’t know him, but at the time he seemed to be the person closest to me. And what was that?

“Y/n? Are you ok?” said Jennie, I was still shocked by what happened, I saw her and couldn’t say anything, nothing came from my mouth, I couldn’t breathe, I had a knot in my throat.

“Y/n! Y/n!” I hear my sister say but it sounded muffled

I woke up in the hospital bed.

I remember this place, it was when I used to get nightmares and my mom started to take me to therapy, now they changed the room for one of my age, 16.

“Jennie?” I saw as my sister sat next to my hospital bed, her eyes widen

“Y/n! You’re awake, how are you feeling?”

“Where am I? I’m ok?” I said, disoriented.

“C’mon you know this place, you basically grew up in it” Jennie said teasingly trying to lift my mood, though her voice still seemed cracking from crying.

“Yes I know, I hate it”

“You’ve always had, someday you’ll understand why you’ve been here” she said patting my head, and I looked at her with a confused look, she continued “maybe too soon-“

The door opened,

“well, how are you Y/n?” The doctor said,

“Ms. Li, I’m ok, but what I saw was actually way different from before” I said getting confused on my words,

“it’s ok, just please explain to me, Jennie, please excuse us” the doctor said,

“okay, it’s gonna be ok, as always be honest” Jennie said patting my head and walking out the room,

I sat up and explained to Ms. Li the story, as much as I could, with much detail as I could, though what seemed strange from me was that even though my stories were always pretty stupid, or way out of reality, she always seemed to understand and give me advice, this time though she seemed a bit more worried, not confused, worried, she kept writing notes on her little book and paying close attention to me, as I finished talking she just said “okay, thank you” nervously, then left the room.

I just started painting in the sketchbook she gave me a couple years ago, it was filled with my most beautiful to the most terrifying dreams, my easy way to get out of the terror or excitement was drawing, I drew something I saw, something I wish I saw, or something that just came up my head. This time I didn’t have much imagination and I just started drawing, as I finished I put my signature and saw as tears came from my face as I saw the drawing, I get pretty distracted when I draw I don’t notice what I do, when I saw I had no words to explain, it was my uncle... my dead uncle... along with a map.

Why a map? I thought, why my uncle? He was my favorite uncle and he died out of nowhere, literally, he was a really modest, smart, nerdy man, there’s nothing he didn’t know, he was healthy, he was active, no chance of disease. Though he was very into religious stuff, my family just says he got into a cult and got sacrificed, which again, traumatizing. I didn’t like to think about it much, he was a really honest man, funny, just a really good person to be around to tell you stories and really fun smarty facts about life, he died about 3 months ago, and it still hit me sometimes.

So why? Why is this coming to me now? I checked to see where the map went. It was about 10 miles away, in a strange town in San Francisco somewhere near Wentworth Ave, I somewhat felt like it was a sign, I really felt pushed to go there. I called my sister and she came back to the room, but she had a really worried look on her face after talking to Ms. Li.

“Y/n.. hello” she said awkwardly,

“Jennie? Are you ok?” I asked,

Then Ms. Li came in,

“We gotta talk” said Jennie,

“No,” Ms. Li stopped, “we can’t”

“But-” Jennie tried to talk,

“What are you talking about? My dream?”

“She’s not prepared yet” the doctor whispered to her.

“Y/n, you just blacked out, nothing else, whatever you dreamed it was just a dream ok? Don’t worry about it, tomorrow you have school so you better go now” Ms. Li said quickly,

“Ok? Well bye then” I was confused at her anxious tone. Jennie had a mad look but changed it when I glanced at her. We left and she dropped me off at home.

Next day: *Narrative perspective*

You got ready for school, and when you arrived at the bus stop you realized you forgot to eat breakfast, maybe Sky will have something for you, he’s a friend you’ve had since forever,

“Hey, do you have food?” you asked him,

“You forgot again? Girl you need to set a reminder or something” he replies, opening his backpack, he gives me a sandwich he had,

“Luckily my best friend always brings extras.” you grin.

You got to the bus and listened to music,

“Sky..” you started, he stops the music and looks at you, “so, yesterday something really weird happened, I sorta blacked out and had a hella weird dream..” his eyes widen and he interrupts me,

“Y/n, you shouldn’t have told me this, you better keep your mouth shut about it, okay?”

“What? Why? You had it too?”

“No” you notice by his tone it was a lie,

“What does it mean?”

“We can’t talk about this here.” he whispered, then laughed it off as if nothing happened and played the music again, you turned around and saw people staring at us weirdly, you decided to go with it.

When you arrive school you go to a quiet corner and ask him again,

“What was that all about?” you ask him,

“Y/n, it’s better if you don’t know, we can’t do anything about it, until we get a clue of where to go we can't-”

“Wait, I drew a map of a place like 10 miles from here, my uncle was there too, maybe that could help?”

“Oh god Y/n, we are on thin ice with that information” he says and tried to leave, you stop him,

“What if we go? We need answers, and you need to tell me what you know too”

“We can’t-”

“If we leave this here it’s not going to help at all, what could go wrong?” he stared at me worried,

“Fine” he sighs, you jump happily, “stop that”

“Sorry” you stop and smile.

You enter the class and the teacher gives you a mysterious glance, maybe you were late. Anyway, classes passed like always and it’s time to go home,

“Wanna go to the study room?” you suggested,

“If we’re gonna talk about you-know-what, then no, let’s go to my house”

“Does your mom know about it?”

“Yeah.. she was also careful about it at first, she doesn’t let me hang out with new people”

“Oh alright”

You went to his house and studied for a little, then came the topic of the dream,

“Can you tell me about it now?” you said, you told him the whole story about your dream and he stopped to think,

“Okay,this is bad, for me it was August 20th, we need to stop this asap..” he started thinking out loud,

“That’s going to happen?”

“That’s what we have to prevent, mine is a different outcome though, in my dream I met a girl named Akira and I saw her die before my eyes, I don’t even know her but I literally felt my heart break in half”

“Did you see who it was? For me it was..”

“A woman” he interrupted, you stare at him scared, it was,

“She was tall, dark hair, grey eyes, she was really scary, her eyes just showed resentment, eager, confidence, and she just came to me yelling and killed me”

“She killed you? Oh this is bad”

“You think?” you said sarcastically.

“What about the map?” you took it out of your backpack and showed it to him,

“Isn’t his Aion?”

“Aion? Like the god of time?” he nodded, “that’s not possible, that was my uncle, didn’t Aion have a beard?”

“No?” he said confused, you looked up in google and no pictures of him, old nor young had beard, this can’t be mandela effect, that is your uncle, not some greek god.

“We gotta figure this out, we need to go there”

“Yeah you’re scaring me, we will maybe find answers there”

“Tomorrow?”

“Alright, but this has to be a secret, no one can know we were there”

“Got it”

It was scheduled so that tomorrow at 7pm we would sneak out and meet at our little hideout from a couple years ago, then go to the place.

The next day happened as normal, though something weird happened when you talked to Sky about it,

“So today..” you teased, he blinked and stared at you blankly,

“What about today?” you frown.

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[artificialqueens]

The Kids are Alright (Katya [Trish] & Cracker) - Dandee

Her name’s Trish and she just got out of her mom’s garage. She’s fourteen days clean and sober by the grace of god (still smokin’ a little bit of pot, but it’s whatevah). It’s all about her, God, and Thanksgivin’. Why? Cause everyday’s Thanksgivin’. And in the words of the great Jimmy Buffet, we all know that Santa stole Thanksgivin’, so now it’s Christmastime– or at least it was a couple months ago. She couldn’t feel her feet last year, but those days are over now– she’s a new woman today.

Trish meets an unlikely character. Friendship/Crackfic

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“Thank ya, sir. God bless ya.”

Trish takes the five and tucks it into her tit, watching the guy that gave it to her rejoin his happy-lookin’ lady-friend.

Thank God for tourists.

Her strappy heels drag along the sidewalk as she fumbles with the soft-pack of Pall Malls. Good ole’ tourists, even in February. Guy can’t be that well off if he’s sightseeing in goddamn shitting February but hey, maybe he’s Catholic. Maybe he’s got guilt issues. Or maybe he just wants to get laid. Who cares, it’s Christmas. Or it was. Close enough, whatevah.

She pats her chinchila pockets and groans.

“Eh, crapsticks,” she mumbles, cigarette dangling from her lips. She pats her other tit, then spins around and pats her tush. There ain’t nothin’ there but it’s just crazy– that’s the third lighter today gone missin’. The good lord above’s got her in some kinda purgatory, got her suckin’ on cigarettes but won’t let her smoke ‘em.

Some sense of humor that lady’s got.

“Hey!” She calls, rushes over to a dude headed toward the crosswalk with a stogie. He immediately picks up his pace, and so does she.

“Hey! Hey.” She grabs his elbow and he whirls around, face pink and chapped from the cold. She grabs the cigarette from her lips and waves it to him, “Light me up?”

“Jesus, lady,” he stammers, shrugging her off. He scowls real mean-like at her before he pulls his coat tighter, muttering a “psycho bitch” and turning on his heel.

Trish’s brows furrow as she watches him go. “No–you!” she calls after him, but he just keeps walking. Yeah, keep walkin’. Mean-ass.

People, man.

That’s the thing about the city– for every kind-hearted tourist you get an asshole local who thinks they own the place. An asshole local who still needs a smartphone to get back to their high-rise condo or they get their asses lost. Trish doesn’t have a phone. Doesn’t want one, doesn’t need one. She knows these streets like the back of her hand, could get herself anywhere in this goddamn city quicker than you could say the serenity prayer in a five-thirty rush. She could take the train six times over and not pay a single penny outta her pocket. She could swipe a hotdog stand faster than a knifefight in a phone booth. These ain’t their streets. They’re hers.

A chilly breeze whips from around a building and slaps her in her face. She pops her smoke back in her mouth, shoves her hands deep in her pockets.

She braces herself against it, tense as she steps away from the street. It might be one of those nights tonight, one of those station stairs nights. It smells like piss but at least it’s warm. The dumpster’s always an option, but last time she fell asleep in the can shit got real sticky in the morning. Wakin’ up in a garbage truck isn’t so fun— all that. Ya know.

She watches her feet as she walks slow, putting one foot sexily in front of the other. She smiles at the shimmery silver heels, the way the ankle straps hug her wooly socks. Bobby’s such a sweetheart, thinkin’ of her around Christmastime and gettin’ these. She’s gonna call him again tomorrow. Just gotta find a pay phone that works. But she’ll call him.

A sniffly sound grabs her attention. Trish glances up.

A little girl, standing right outside the train stairs. Blonde hair pulled into a ball on top of her head, sweet little navy blue peacoat. Huggin’ her own waist and lookin’ around scared.

Trish looks behind her, then back again. What, somebody just left her here? People dumpin’ kids now? Christ.

She sticks her cigarette behind her ear and mozies on over to the girl, whistling a low Jimmy Buffet Christmas tune. She strolls past her casually and parks it against the railing of the stairs. She clears her throat.

The girl doesn’t look at her.

Trish coughs, sniffs loud. She catches a little side eye from the kid but that’s about it. The kid just hugs herself tighter, lookin’ straight ahead.

Giving an inaudible sigh, Trish looks around for a sec. She scuffs her heel against the pavement, flaps her coat. Then, after a moment, out of the corner of her mouth,

“You, uh– you got a light?”

The girl blinks once, twice. Then her face scrunches up and she looks at Trish, all brown eyed and buck toothed.

“Wh– what?”

Trish rolls her eyes. “A lighter. Matches? Fuego?”

A moment passes between them– the girl, brow creased and nose wrinkled, blinking— and Trish staring back at her, foot tapping against the pavement.

The girl never gives an answer, and Trish eventually shrugs her off. She grumbles and slumps back against the railing. Kids these days, no respect for their elders.

“That depends, you got a cigarette for me?”

Well that catches Trish off-guard, she’ll admit it. She’s no stranger to the game. But a bit young to be playin’ in the streets, this one.

She measures the wager— kid can’t be older than thirteen, maybe twelve and a half. But she’s old enough to know better, and who’s Trish to judge? She’s been smokin’ since she was ten, holed up in the back of a dressing room pinning her ma’s garter to her thigh-high and cutting cash after showtime.

She peers at the kid from the corner of her eye. Little shit’s still lookin’ straight ahead, but now she’s wearin’ a smirk like a kitty-cat who’s locked it’s people outside.

“Ahrite, ahrite,” Trish sighs, reaches into her pocket and digs into her pack. She pulls two smokes, and the girl reaches out her hand.

“Uh-uh, huh.” Trish waggles her finger, “Light first.”

The kid rolls her eyes. She bends to fish a box of matches out of her sock, and smacks it into Trish’s open palm.

“Aaaank-you.”

Lipping the cig, Trish swipes the matchstick on the red and heyfirst try (she’s still got it), the thhrraaackk of the success is like an angel singin’ out in the heavens. She covers the flame with her palm and gets a good cherry going. She tosses the box back to the kid and waves the stick out.

Kid catches the box and Trish flips her the other stogie. Kid catches that too, and she doesn’t say shit when she peels right past Trish and makes for the alley.

Smart kid.

Trish takes a long drag and boy God is good, it hits the spot. She stares out into the street for a second, watches a couple taxis swish by. An icy spray kicks up from under one of the wheels, and her knees buckle when it hits her straight in the caps.

“Agh, shit.” She steadies herself. Can’t afford another slip today.

She shoves her free hand back into her pocket, pulling her coat back to her and turns against the street. She shuffles around a little, that ole christmastime song creepin’ it’s way back into her brain.

“Merry Christmaass, Alabammaa— “ she bounces on her steps, wandering toward the alley. “Merry Chrissstmaaas… Tenness.. seee…”

She spots the kid, leaning up against the backdoor of Shangie’s Pack-n-Ship. She’s scratchin’ away at the matchbox, a couple goddamnit’s and fuck’s slippin’ out from around the cig between her buckteeth. She finally does get a light but she jumps, throws it out with a hiss and stomps her little heels.

“Hang on-“ Trish makes toward her, bringing her smoke back to her lips. Kid jumps, then serves a real suspicious scowl. She stays put though, and gets another match.

“Come on, here.” Trish nods, cupping her hands forward.

Kid huffs, but swipes again. She swipes a few more times, eventually turning into Trish’s little shield.

“Come on kid—do it like ya mean it, come on—”

Kid glares up from under her brows but keeps on, gettin’ kinda pissed. On a particularly desperate swipe, voila, she gets lucky.

“Easy, ahrite, there ya go-“ Trish keeps her hands hovered over the girl’s cig, and kid goes crossed-eyed while she watches the cherry light. Then she pinches the cig and pulls back, tosses the match stick and takes a drag.

Trish pulls back too, and makes her way to the other wall. Trish puffs and the girl sucks in through her teeth. Two streams of smoke blow from opposite sides of the alley.

“Thanks,” Kid says after a minute, leaning against the door and still lookin’ sus. She’s got her arms half-crossed with one knee up, oh-so-poised, like a fuckin’ ballerina on a lunchbreak.

Trish shrugs. “Yeah.”

And now the girl’s doin the thing they all do— just judgin’ Trish up and down. Reading her outfit, makin’ up stories about who she is and what she’s really smokin’. Trish is used to it by now, but she still pulls her coat in tighter. She clears her throat and shakes the loose hair outta her face.

“You should probably stick to daylight, kid. These streets are mean.”

Kid scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Who asked you?”

Trish shrugs again, “I’m just sayin’ honey. Ya got a lot of nerve, pullin’ stunts on a Friday night.”

Kid leans her head back on the brick. “Yeah well,” she takes quick drag, “I can take care of myself.”

Maybe it’s her god-given maternal instinct, but Trish’s heart goes all soft for a minute. Who’s lettin’ this little baby run the streets at night? Who’s dressin’ her up in fancy clothes like that, then not givin’ a shit about where she is? It’s 7pm, do you know where your child is? Ain’t anyone ever seen the commercial? What kinda mother-

“And actually, I’d really appreciate it if you’d fuck off.”

Trish feels her forehead wrinkle when her brows shoot up. “‘Scuse you?”

“Yeah.” The girl cocks her head, eyes narrowed, “This is my spot. Find your own.”

“Your spot? Sorry, but —what are you, nine?”

“Twelve, actually,” kid says. She blows smoke and looks at her nails like a goddamn debutante.

“Oh, right,” Trish chuckles, “Twelve. So sorry. ‘Scuse me Queenie Bee.”

The girl’s eyes snap up from her nails. “And what are you, seventy-five?”

Ouch, that’s ripe.

“Well that’s not very-“

“Shouldn’t you have been home by three? So you could catch the news at five and make it to bed by seven? Or does Wheel of Fortune push bedtime to eight?”

“Hey, I will have you know-“

“Or did you forget to drink your prune juice—“

“-that I have lived here longer—“

“-and you’re just taking a stroll to move things around—“

“-longer than you’ve been a twinkle in ya daddy’s eye-”

Kid stops, shuts up real fast. She looks down at her cigarette and takes her leg off the wall.

Trish can’t help her victorious grin.

“Oh no, did I hit a nerve? You don’t got nothin’ else to say?”

The girl shuffles some rocks around with her feet. “M-my dad,” she says, her voice giving a shake, “My dad’s not here anymore.”

Trish’s face falls, and Jesus Fucking Christ she’ll be damned if the kid doesn’t look up at her with tearful eyes and a quivering lip.

“Oh- oh honey,” Trish waves her hands, “nuh-nuh-no, please don’t cry.”

The girl wipes at her eyes, and then chokes out a little sob.

“Oh God honey, I- I’m so sorry,” Trish stammers. She rushes to her with her arms out, “Come here, stop that cryin’.”

The girl seems to give in and falls onto her, her shoulders goin’ and her little cries muffled by Trish’s chinchilla coat. This poor little thing, so tough on the outside. All she probably wants is some parents who care, but hell, don’t we all? Isn’t that really the root of all our problems? That’s what the psychic said back in June, anyway. And then she stole forty bucks, the bitch.

“Hey, shoosh those tears,” Trish says, gentle as she can. She rubs Kid’s back, real motherly-like.

“He- he’s in h-heaven now-“

“Oh, shh- of course he is, honey.” Trish looks up at the sky and makes a face. Eh? Is he though? That lady’s got a real issue up there.

But she rubs the kids back, all the same.

“Is that why ya out here all by yourself?”

The girl nods into her shoulder. Trish sighs. Of course.

This kid could probably use some real solid advice right now, some real words of wisdom. And the lady in the sky brought them together tonight, in this very moment, for Trish to teach her a little bit of what she’s learned about this cruel, nasty world. So it’s time to be a child of God and give it a go. She clears her throat and collect her thoughts as best she can.

“Listen honey,” she starts, “Now your daddy’s in heaven right now, smilin’ down ‘atcha. But ya know, you really gotta- hey- hang on, OW—“

And there she is, before she knows it, in a headlock.

Her eyes bulge and she groans, choking out any words she can.

“Gotcha, bitch,” Kid sing-songs, smiling down at her. Trish throws her shoulders around but the kid’s got her good, she ain’t goin’ nowhere.

“Like I said, I can take care of myself,” Kid says, tightening her hold, her stingin’ cigarette smoke makin’ Trish eyes water.

“And though I appreciate your sympathy, I’d really appreciate it if you’d just move it along. This is my spot. Not yours. You go find your own. You hear me?”

Trish can only manage a slew of post-verbal, pitiful nonsense.

“We good?”

Trish nods weaky.

With a chuckle, Kid lets her go. Trish rolls onto the pavement, hacking.

“Jesus…Christ, kid.“

Kid’s grinning smugly. “Here,” she says, reaching out a hand, “come on. Get up.”

Trish looks at her hand, horrified. “Get the hell away from me ya little-“

“Oh come on, Grandma.”

Kid grabs Trish’s hands against her will, and pulls her up to her feet. Trish stumbles for a sec, and she points her finger.

“You— you’re a fuckinnn’—“

“Black belt? Why yes I am, thank you.”

Trish just stares back at her, catching her breath. Unbelievable, kids these days. No respect, no respect at all-

“Hey!” Trish sees her stogie on the ground, clean in half. “You broke my cigarette!”

Kid rolls her eyes. She fishes into her peacoat and pulls out the matches. “Here.”

Trish eyes her hand again, not willing to risk it.

“Just take them,” she says, shoving the matches forward, “You can just have them.”

Trish looks from the matches, to the kid, then back to the matches. She reaches out her hand real slow, then jumps back when she snatches them. Kid laughs.

“Oh, actually,” Kid turns and pats her other pocket, “here, this too.”

She pulls out Trish’s Pall Malls and tosses them to her. Trish catches them, frowning.

“Oh, and this too.”

She pulls a bill out of the same pocket, the five that Trish had tucked into her tit.  Trish, beside herself, marches over to snatch the bill. “How did you—“

“It’s what I do.”

Trish just stares, and Kid just grins. She takes one last drag of her cigarette and stomps it out.

“You’re unbelievable, kid,” Trish says, truly astonished. She tucks the five back into her tit, and pulls out a fresh cigarette. She pops it in her mouth and mumbles, “You’re a little firecracker, ya know that?”

Kid laughs, lookin’ utterly pleased with herself, like she’d won a prize in her fuckin’ Frosted Flakes.

“Well thanks.”

As Trish lights a match, Kid holds her hand out again. Trish flinches, but Kid just steady smiles.

“Brie.”

Trish takes a drag and narrows her eyes. She carefully takes her hand, and squeezes.

“Trish.”

Brie nods. “Well, Trish,” she says, eyes lookin’ like something between lasers and deadbolts, “I hope I never see you again.”

Trish shrugs and pulls back. “Yeah. Likewise, Cracker.”

Brie tilts her head, like she’s weighing something. Like someone just told her she’d be winning the spelling bee, like someone’s just pulled a pageant. She smirks, gives a little ‘hymph’, and makes back toward the street.

“Oh, and thanks for the cigarette,” she calls over her shoulder, her little heels clickety-clackin’ against the pavement.

Trish grimaces, and can’t help but watch the little demon as she goes. Where is her mother? Is she really twelve? Is she even American? That little shit’s gonna learn one of these days, we all gotta learn. But she’ll be alright for a while, Trish can guess that. Crazy little fuck.

Brie stops for a sec, then turns back. Trish tenses and plants her feet, bracing herself. She holds her lit cigarette out in front of her, ready to burn this bitch.

“Hey,” Brie calls. She reaches into her peacoat and pulls out somethin’ shiny. She lowers her arm for an underhand toss and yells, “catch!”

“Uh,” Trish looks behind her, then holds up a hand. Brie chucks it and Trish catches it in her left.

A gold Rolly, with diamonds. Still warm.

Trish looks back up, and Kid’s smilin’.

“Don’t keep it long, I swiped it an hour ago. Go down the road and make a right. They’ll take it.”

Trish looks down at the Rolly, then back up to Kid.

“Uh.. okay?”

Brie shrugs and holds her hands above her head. “It’s Christmas!”

Trish blinks, then scowls. “It- it’s February, ya twit!”

Brie laughs. “Close enough!”

With that she rounds the corner, and poof, she’s gone.

Trish is absolutely walking in the opposite direction of that bitch, and she turns on her heel with a groan. She gazes down at the watch in her palm. It’s gorgeous, it’s luxurious- it’s the most precious thing she’s held in years. Well, besides Bobby.

Bobby. He’d love this one. She could give it to him for Christmas-In-July or somethin’, or a Happy-Birthday present. He could put it on and she could get all dolled up and they could go have a real nice dinner, real fancy-like at the Black Eyed Pea.

She comes to the end of the street and rounds the corner. A neon green Yvie’s Odds hangs over a doorway, calling Trish’s name.

Eh, Bobby’ll be fine. Cash is king, after all.

And the bell on the door dings as she skips back out onto the street, tucking a wad of cash in her tit. She’s gonna need a bigger bra, that’s for sure. And maybe a soda, a Big Blue. And maybe she’ll get a nice Danielle Steel from the book store, and have a quiet night in the halfway house. She’s just gotta make it to midnight and she’ll have fifteen days sober, by the grace of God. And maybe she’ll find a payphone, and she’ll call Bobby.

Before she calls Bobby though, she’s gotta call her sponsor. She’s gotta call her and tell her all about her day, about what she did wrong and what she did right. And of course, she’s gotta tell her about Kid. She’s gotta tell her all about the mean little shit, about the nicest stranger she’s met in a long, long time.

#rpdr fanfiction #dandee #trish #katya zamolodchikova #miz cracker #rare pair #fic challenge #the kids are alright #cracker & katya

[queenlifesupport]

Aching Part 2 (Rog! x Y/N

Thank you guys so much for enjoying the last part! This might suck and I’m really sorry, I’ve been sick! If you missed part one, you should check it out. SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS!!!

WORDS : 3,788

WARNINGS : Language, alcohol use, angst, & depression

Clutter of metal against the ceramic material filled the bright and happy atmosphere throughout the restaurant. It was quite busy for a Wednesday morning, but most of the people here seemed to be elders enjoying their retirement. It was a little scary, the thought of getting old and some day not being as youthful and energetic as I am now. But now is not the time to dwell, it's the time to live. 

"You know, I don't think I've ever asked you what you do for living." I commented, pointing my fork at him before taking another bite of my order. I knew he made money, how else could he afford his nice home with a car, along with all this extra stuff such as breakfast. He hasn't left the house without me for a week, he must do something or get his money from someone.

"I actually own a lumber company, it was my fathers before mine. We have one here in London, then 2 in America. Luckily I'm able to hire people to take care of business for me so I can enjoy my life at home, doing absolutely nothing." He laughed slightly. It made sense, he was able to make money without doing much of the heavy work. He knew I didn't work and only had money from Rogers bank account, all of my cards were hooked to his bank and he hadn't removed any of them yet so I continued to use them for my necessities. 

"I've been wanting to get a job but I'm just not sure where to look. Or even what I want to do." I looked down at the almost empty plate that sat in front of me. He hummed in response, then used the white-unfolded napkin to wipe his mouth.

"There's a record store right across from the house actually, you might check it out since you're quite fond of music." I was a bit flattered he remembered my love for music, it was what made me feel and think. I also dated a rockstar for 6 years, how could I not love music? The two of us finished our meals while having small conversations about all different things. Getting to know Oliver was the highlight of my week, him and I got along so well although we weren't much alike. 

"I'll have to check it out." I gave him a smile as I considered the idea. 

The air outside was a bit chilly, not too bad to handle though. Goosebumps arose upon my gentle skin, sending shivers down my spine (BODYS ACHING ALL THE TIMEEEE). We walked in a pair, the sound of distant traffic could be made out through the crisp breeze we both encountered. Our strolling led us to this small park that was placed on the bank of a fenced off pond. Oliver had averted his eyes to my now shivering frame, the wind across the body of water made the air seem a lot colder and it was taking an affect on me physically. I had noticed the grizzly man next to me had removed his olive-green pea coat, only leaving him in his grey sweater and black jeans. 

"For you, my lady." He dramatized the action, making it come off as sarcastically romantic. I had to admit I was flattered by his kind gesture.

"Thank you, kind sir." I played back, accepting the larger coat. As I slid it on I realized I looked like a 2 year old wearing their fathers jacket. Everything about the coat wasn't snug or form fitting, but it made me warm on the inside and out. We continued our path that led us to a wooden park bench that over looked the pond. As he sat down and let out a sigh of relief, I pushed up against the fence, looking out onto the water. In eyesight, there swam side by side, two white ducks. One duck happened to be bigger and fluffier than the other, making me slightly giggle thinking about Oliver and I compared to the wild animals. "Look," I said pointing out in the direction of the birds, "it's us." He stood up from where he had just placed himself and joined me at the fence, looking out with me. I looked over at him and admired his features as he averted his eyes out to the direction I pointed at. His nose and cheeks were flushed red due to the temperature out, I hadn't noticed before but he had long eyelashes that I was slightly jealous of. I couldn't help but smile in admiration. He then looked down at me, making eye contact that forced now a blush upon my face.

"What are you looking at?" He asked with his kind and soulful smile. I shook my head slightly while looking down at the rubble pavement, under his gaze I felt all sorts of things. Oliver was kind as I've said a million truthful times before, he wasn't like anyone else I'd ever met. He cared for me as a person and respected me and my boundaries. He never pushed me into things I didn't want to do, he also never asked for anything in return when it came to helping me. 

"I'm just looking at the view." I diverted my eyes back up to him, yet again making eye contact. He laughed abruptly while looking out to the water, then back to me.

"You're sure flirty for someone in your situation." I knew he meant that to be lighthearted and funny, but I couldn't help but feel every so slightly hurt. 

"You better zip it." I rolled my eyes with a smile. Getting outside and not being cooped up in a house felt nice, the fresh air expanded my lungs and left a natural taste in my mouth. The great outdoors was the best thing on earth, right next to champagne of course. "Have you ever been heartbroken?" My elbows rested on the wooden pillar, supporting my head in my palms, now watching the two animals interact in their own way.

"Indeed I have."

"Tell me about it, Olly."

"I was visiting America, it was my duty to take over the lumber business once I hit an acceptable age. So I was away on business, while driving I saw this girl on the side of the road. She was waving down cars, clearly trying to get assistance for her broken down vehicle. I stopped and helped her out, everyone who passed her were clearly assholes." He ended his story there, visibly biting the inside of his cheek. I asked him to continue. "We went out for a few years, I proposed, we got married. She left me because apparently she had found someone better to spend her time with. I never saw or heard from her again after our divorce when I turned 25. And now here we are 1 long year later, I still haven't been with a woman since her." He spoke quickly and emotionless about it. He had mentioned he'd been married before but he didn't go into details.

"What was her name?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Matilda." I slightly nodded in acknowledgement. 

"I know the feeling. One day, it's just the two of you against the world. The next day you're completely replaced with no hesitation. It's as if nothing about you ever mattered." We shared the stillness between the two of us. The scenery was beautiful. At this moment, I felt as if everything was going to be okay, I was going to be okay. 

"Want to head home? I need a nap and a cup of tea?" I could sense the small sadness in his tone, it didn't sound like the usual chirp. 

"Sure." I managed to whisper, following after him along the path. I suddenly heard a voice say my name in a familiar accent, I looked up only to face Brian and Chrissy, both grasping to each other's hands. "Brian? What a wonderful surprise." I managed to hug him and then Chrissy after our small greeting. 

"I haven't heard from you for a while, I was growing a little worried. Is everything going okay?" His curly hair slightly blew to the side in the wind.

"Yeah! Of course. I apologize, I've been having a kind of frantic week. I left the hotel and now I'm trying to figure out where to permanently stay." I stopped myself when I realized he hasn't met or even heard of Oliver yet. "Brian I would love for you to meet my good friend, Oliver. Oliver this is Brian, the one I've been telling you about." Oliver's smile played across his lips once he realized who I was talking about. I had shared stories about Brian and the guys with Olly as we got to know each other, he had definitely known some things about him.

"It's very nice to meet you." He said kindly, Brian had a slight look of shock on his face, probably caused from his American accent. Brian returned the sentence, shaking Olivers hand.

"I know it might be hard for you but Freddie's birthday party is tomorrow and we'd all love for you to attend. It's just, Roger will be there." He looked at me then at Oliver. 

"I would love to attend. I just hope you wouldn't mind if Olly came with." I didn't even bother asking him, I knew he'd come with without complaints. 

"You can bring whoever you wish. You already know the address, just get there at 7pm. I hope to see you there." We said our goodbyes and then shared a final hug, then went our separate ways. I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole situation. I was definitely nervous, I knew I'd eventually have to see Roger again. 

The house was slightly warmer than the air outside, it still felt chilled although it wasn't the worst. Oliver helped me out of the coat I borrowed then hung it on one of the 5 hooks near the wood door, he sniffed as the coat latched on. The drive here was quiet, he was upset and so was I. My feelings went back to depression, I felt I had nothing to look forward to yet again. I removed my shoes as he stood in front of the window in the living room, it overlooked the large and still backyard. I soon accompanied him, not sharing any words between us. When I reached his side he excused himself and walked off to his bedroom.  The two of us now felt distant just from our interaction at the park, I assumed I'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. 

The dark sky fit midnight, striking upon the hour. The house was silent, I couldn't even hear the light snores from Olivers room, which I happened to learn over the course of time, he snores adorably. I had spent the rest of the day alone, he only had emerged from his room to eat and thats it. This was the one night since I've been here that I felt so alone. It reminded me of feeling like a stranger in my own home, like it was with Roger. The feeling of being an outsider slowly drifted upon me, causing my heart to ache in it's chamber. Behind my eyes started to feel heavy, warning me of the tears about to come. All I could do was curl up with no one to hold and let my emotions spiral out. I hated feeling so put up with the world, I hated being so emotionally alone, I hated myself. I felt beyond lost which made me hate myself more, I'm at the age where knowing what I want or what to do is something that was required. But here I am, no job, just lost who seemed to be the love of my life, on some mans couch feeling sorry for myself. I needed out of here, I just wasn't sure what that "here" stood for.

The clock read 6:22 as I frantically applied the last stroke of the ruby red lipstick, I knew it was Rogers favorite. I honestly wasn't sure why I still gave a fuck about how he viewed me, he messed up and lost me, its not the other way around. My feelings were complicated, even after finding out the truth. Most of me just wished this was all a horrible dream, I knew the sad reality of the situation though. I hated admitting it but for Roger, I'd go through all that pain over again, just for him. I felt insane and crazy. I knew it was bad for me, its bad for anyone, I just can't help thinking of all the good times we had. It washed to expect I lost 6 years on him. As I slightly admired the reflection I gazed at in the mirror, in the corner of my eye I caught onto Oliver leaning against the doorframe, watching my every move.

"You coming tonight?" I cleared my throat before speaking. I hadn't talked to him since yesterday. He looked tired, his eyes seemed sunken and lifeless, the shell of a delicate man.

"No." He whispered watching me through the mirror. I felt a little upset he wouldn't be joining me, I wasn't sure I wanted to face Roger alone. I also had no desire to leave Oliver here, sinking into his feelings and loneliness. I nodded softly, I wasn't going to argue with him. "You look beautiful." His random comment made me smile just the tiniest.

"You always look handsome." 

"I'm not sure about always. But I do know you always look like a masterpiece. The world is your gallery." He was cheesy yet so kind. My heart fluttered with life once my ears rung with his compliment. I hushed a thank you, before saying a quick goodbye and walking towards the front door. I was dressed nicely, I had finally put in effort to look good, I wasn't mentally prepared but I was going to push myself. As I sat in my car for the first time in a week, my heart sunk to my stomach, I hesitated as I shifted into reverse. I didn't want to leave the driveway but I knew I needed to, this wasn't for me, it was for Freddie and the boys. Eventually I talked myself into leaving, nothing about this was going to be easy.

Sitting across from Roger was a whole different level than difficult, I tried avoiding looking at him but I caught myself holding eye contact at times. I had been here for about 2 hours, I still haven't said a word to Roger, our non communication said enough. I had chatted with the boys, distracting myself from the pain source in the room, he barely joined in, isolating himself in his own invisible area. 

"We miss you being around, love. Where have you been staying?" Freddie sat beside me, his words were always lighthearted and he cared for me like family. We all cared for each other like a family, in our own way we sort of were one. I didn't have much contact with my biological one due to them moving from the area. I was hesitant to answer that honestly, I didn't want to cause anymore drama between the blonde headed man and I. But, he caused much more pain than this answer would ever cause.

"I've been staying with my friend Oliver, we met just recently at a restaurant across town. We sort of hit it off on night one, he invited me to stay many nights after." I swirled my drink around in my hand, rotating my wrist in a smooth motion. Freddie made a sly yet amused face.

"Oh, you say a man? Is he cute? Have you shagged?" Freddie laughed along with Brian and John. The only person at the table who didn't share the laughter, was Roger. I blushed slightly at the thought of Oliver, I was still wishing he had joined me tonight.

"No, I have not gotten in the bed with him, at least not in that manner. I mean - If I'm being completely honest, he has some good aspects about him." My reply made Freddie howl with excitement.

"Oh darling, we must meet this man of yours!" The conversation continued. It was nice being back with the people I loved the most. 

A few hours had passed, I was a little tipsy but so were we all. I was having fun but that sadness still crept among me. I excused myself from the table, I was craving a break from being under the sight of Rog. I maneuvered my way through the extravagant home, reaching the balcony door. I gently opened and closed it behind me, inhaling the crisp night air. The railing that separated you from the drop down held a cartridge of cigs, I was never a smoker but tonight called for one. I opened the pack, taking one out and holding it between my lips that were a faded matte red. In my luck I knew where Fred kept a few lighters, a silver box located near the door held many of the useful item. I lit the stick, inhaling the disgusting yet stress relieving smoke. The view overlooked the beautiful town, I leaned against the mid torso-high stone barrier, it felt nice just being my own company. Nights like these made me feel like another light upon the town view, my thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the balcony door closing harshly. I quickly looked back only to see Roger slightly cringing at the loudness, all I could do was roll my eyes and look back in my original spot. He now stood next to me, causing me to swallow hard, my heart thumped in my chest uncontrollably. 

"Hey." His voice was quiet, broken even. It made my heart crack even more.

"Hey." I took a drag from the cigarette before returning the word. He didn't know what to say now, neither did I. He cleared his throat. Not one of us looked at each other.

"Why'd you leave?" I laughed abruptly at his question, was he seriously asking that.

"Roger, I think you know why. Unless you're really that fucking stupid." 

"Why did you give up on me? Why didn't you wait for me to get home and talked to me about it?" 

"Why didn't you keep your promise?" I now looked over at him, my eyes threaten to spill the tears I didn't know I still had after last night. His gaze turned to me too, now both of us made daring eye contact.

"Y/N, you don't know whats been going on. Theres been complications with Fr-" I cut him off, I was tired of excuse after excuse. I didn't need anymore excuses, I needed him to own up to his shit.

"We were a team. The two of us. We're not supposed to hide things from each other. And then the fact you went to someone else to handle that stress with? I've given you everything I had, I gave you my energy and time that I didn't even have. I was always there." He was silent, I could see he was thinking of the next thing to say.

"Freddie is sick. I couldn't go to you because I didn't want to see you hurt, I felt like a fuck up in my own home. I still am a fuck up, but I want to make those mistakes right."

"How long were you with her?" I turned my head once again, I felt a small tear escape, sliding down my cheek. 

"4 months." I let out a harsh puff of air, I felt beyond played. I felt betrayed. I didn't say a word back, only took another inhale of the cig. 

"Please don't give me up." I finally got to the point I silently sobbed, using my palm that held the lit cig to rest against my forehead. 

"I fucking hate you," I managed to get out between the light sobs. I felt embarrassed crying in front of him, I felt so exposed. "But I'm so in love with you at the same time." He closed his eyes, sucking in his top lip then letting it go, allowing his lips to part.

"I fucked up so bad." Tears now started to roll from his eyes, he looked so pure and still beautiful when he cried. The tears welled up in his eyes, once the pressure got too high to handle, they gently fell from the mid of his waterline, his eyes never got red, just glossy. He looked out at the beautiful night sky, lights shone on his face, you could see the city lights sparkle in his eyes. "I just wish I could go back to those nights where everything was above perfect. I loved you so much." He paused. "I love you so much." My heart shattered. I felt so broken.

"How could you love me if you hurt me like that? When you love people, you don't hurt them if you can help it." 

"I was ashamed of myself after the first night, I felt so hurt seeing you struggle to get through to me. I tried so hard to avoid breaking your heart." It was too late for that, my heart was broken since the first moments of him pulling away. 

"I want what we had."

"You had 'what we had' four months ago and then you let it slip away, Roger. It's going to take more than begging me to return back." This is why I wished I had Oliver to accompany me, I would've avoided this whole situation.

"I can promise you, with my whole life, with Brians life, with Johns and Freddies, I will never hurt you or fuck up that bad again." He stood right next to me now, his torso inches away from the right side of my body. I turned my head to look him in the eyes. The light in them was completely gone. "I love you more than I love myself, or life itself. You are my life, not any woman I could meet, not my job, not even music. Y/N Y/L/N, you are the love of my life." The ending was hushed. I wanted to drop everything and give in, but I knew that wasn't the best option. I needed to look out for myself, realistically. 

"I need time." Was all I could whisper back. He let out a deep sigh, he seemed relieved at the possibility of it ending good.

"Please, come home. I'll sleep on the couch, I'll do whatever you want." I wasn't sure what my next move would be.

"I don't know, Roger."

"Please."

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New Crush?! (2-?)

Summary- Sometimes you can have a crush on someone you least expect.

Pairing- Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Warning- cursing (a little)

Word Count- 2770

A/N- Hope you enjoy. If you have any requests, I will do my best to try to make them happen.

Y/n knows that Spider-Man was recruited by Tony but doesn’t know it’s Peter.

The picture is of your necklace

*Thoughts in italics*

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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~General~

School was finally done for the day and Peter couldn’t leave fast enough. As soon as he was out of the building, he went to do what he always did. Go to his favorite deli and get a sandwich. After that well, you know what he does. He changes into his suit and starts patrolling, swinging around from building to building.

“Hey Karen, got anything for me?”

“Mr. Stark has not left any messages.”, the AI in his suit replies, “How was school?”

“Eh, the same as usual.”

“Have you told Y/n how you feel yet?”, Karen asks abruptly. That threw Peter off. Sometimes he forgets that he told her about his crush and often regrets it. “What?! No Karen, I haven’t and frankly I probably never will.”, Peter continues to swing but with less enthusiasm. He hates thinking about how much he likes Y/n and will never have a chance with her. Hell, he’s never even talked to her and today he blew that opportunity when she smiled and him and he didn’t even smile back.

His thoughts were interrupted by Karen speaking again, “Why not Peter? From what you have told me about her, she would be a lucky girl to have you.”

“Thanks Karen, but let’s focus now. It’s Spidey-time not Peter-time.”

While Peter was out swinging around, Y/n was still at school. She had volunteered to help Liz Toomes with this years homecoming decorations. Since the whole incident with her father last year, kids at school treated her different when she returned to school. Acting like she knew about the whole thing. But not Y/n, she knew that Liz had nothing to do with her father’s actions and instead of being fake to her,-because she knew what that felt like-she ended up befriending her over the course of the school year. Like how MJ had befriended her.

~You~

I was walking into the gymnasium looking for Liz but could not find her. I walked up to a girl I recognized from one of my classes. “Hey Maddison, have you seen Liz?”

“Uh I think I saw her over there.”, without looking the girl had pointed across the gym. When I looked again I had found Liz painting a huge banner all by herself. That pissed me off because no one was or wanted to help her. Bunch of fucking assholes. I called out to her as I walked toward her. Liz turned her head at the sound of me. She smiled and stood greeting me with a hug.

“Happy birthday Y/n!”

“Thank you Liz”, I say as we let go of each other.

“I’m glad you came. Now I don’t have to wait to give you your present.”, she said happily as she turned to her book bag to retrieve my gift.

“First MJ with a cupcake now you. Liz, you know didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to and besides what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t get you anything.”, Liz protested.

I just shake my head and sigh. It’s not that I don’t like gifts-I love them, especially when they’re meaningful-it’s just that….well. Given who my father is, I could have anything and everything if I wanted to. If I let him, he’d spoil me rotten but I convinced him that it would only raise suspicions and all the money he could be spending on me can go to something more important. And his response is always the same, “You’re what’s most important to me in this entire universe, Y/n. And nothing will ever change that.”

“I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money Liz.”, I warn her. She turns around and hands me an envelope. “I didn’t have to.”, she smirks. I gave her a look that said really? I open the envelope and inside was what seemed to be a ticket. I take it out and read it:

Stark Wildlife Preservation charity event Friday, 28th Bronx Zoo @ 7pm

My eyes widen,”How did you get this?!” On the outside I looked shocked-well because I am- but on the inside I was panicking. This charity is my other birthday present from my dad. He knows how much I love animals. So technically it’s my charity event. How does Liz get a ticket for it!? More importantly, how am I gonna explain that I was already going without telling her the truth. I refuse to lie to her or MJ. I may be keeping my father’s name a secret but I have never lied about anything I have said about him.

“My friend Peter Parker has an internship with Tony Stark so he has access to go to events like this. He was able to ask Mr. Stark for tickets for us to go.” Odd? Dad never mentioned an internship program otherwise I would have joined to spend more time with him. I’ll have to ask him about it later.

“Us?”, was all I could get out at the moment.

“Yeah. Me you MJ and Peter’s best friend Ned. Oh and his aunt May, she’s chaperoning.” Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out. “Liz, this is amazing but I can’t accept this.” I am freaking out right now. I put the ticket back in the envelope and try to give it back to her but she refuses to take it. “You can and you will, Y/n. I know how much you love and care about animals. This is a charity for them and to top it off it’s being held at the Bronx Zoo.”

I look at the envelope. I am again reminded the kind of friend she is. Like MJ, she actually pays attention to me and doesn’t just brush me off. Her doing this for me reminds me that she cares about me. They both do.

I look at Liz and give her the biggest smile ever, “This has to be the best gift you could ever give me. Thank you.” I give her another hug then put the envelope in my messenger bag then put it next to hers. “Now. How bout we paint this huge-ass banner?” I needed a distraction right now. Well actually I need a plan. I have to talk to dad and figure this out. The idea of telling MJ and Liz so soon makes me wanna throw up. What if they don’t want to be friends with me anymore? Then I’ll truly be alone. To me, that’s worse than death. Ugh I need to get out of my own mind.

“Hey Liz, since those two guys you mentioned are also gonna be at the charity; why don’t you invite them to come to my house tonight? I mean only if they would want to, that way I can meet them beforehand.”

Liz giggles, “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen Peter and Ned around school before. They’re on the decathlon team, but yeah I can talk to them and see if they want to come.” “Cool”

We both finished the banner then headed out of the school walking separate ways. On my way home I decided to stop by my favorite bakery and get a donut-which was free because it was my birthday-to eat later. Putting my headphones on, I tune out the loud people and car horns. I wish I knew that that was gonna be a bad idea.

~Peter~

Today was a slow day. One car thief, a cat stuck in a tree...twice, and old lady asking for directions, and one attempted mugging. I’m currently sitting on the edge of a building eating my sandwich from earlier and switching out my web fluid. Because I am still in the open, I have my mask half up so I can eat. Once I was done and refilled my web shooters, my phone started ringing. The caller id said Liz Toomes. I answered it. “Hey Liz”

“Hey Peter, are you busy tonight?”

“Uh not particularly. Why?” This is weird. Liz never calls me.

“Well first off I wanna say thank you for the extra ticket for the charity. She loved it” She? I thought Liz was bringing a boyfriend. “Secondly, if your not too busy she having a small birthday celebration at her house and she invited you and Ned.” I was a little taken back. Me and Ned were being invited to hang out? “Uh sure sounds like fun. I’ll talk to Ned.”

“Oh I already called him, he said he’s coming and said I quote, ‘Tell Peter that if he doesn’t he’ll regret it.’ But I’ll text you the address. See ya.” I’d regret it? What was Ned talking about? Oh shit. I forgot to ask who was ‘she’. Oh well I guess I’ll find out when I go. My phone buzzed indicating I got a message. It was Liz and she sent a time and the address. Before I could think any farther, I heard yelling.

“Please! Help! Some one stop him!”

I pull my mask down and jump off the edge swinging toward the distress. It was a girl running after a guy who seems to be hold a bag which is probably hers. As she was gaining on him-wow she’s fast-I swing lower and just when I was gonna shoot a web at the thief, he fell over dropping the bag. Oh. Well that was easier than I anticipated. Swinging down, I landed next to the thief who was….convulsing? Like he had been shocked.

I look down at the bag. It had an embroidery patches of Stark Industries, the Avengers symbol and symbols that represented each Avenger. Next to the bag, stuff seemed to have fallen out. An envelope with the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it, a phone and a big book with ‘Stephen King IT’ sprawled on the cover. Could it be? No. This is just a coincidence. In the short time it took me to put the items back in the bag, I heard a voice and I froze.

“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”

That voice, I’ve heard it before. My head snaps in the direction of the voice. Holy fuck! If I could shit a brick right now, I would. “Y/n!”, I whisper-yelled. She was the one who was getting robbed. She was now walking instead of running- there was no point of the guy was down. Even though she was catching her breath, having just sprinted to try to catch this guy, she still looked beautiful. Hair now in a ponytail though some strands had fallen due to her running, headphones resting on her neck, glasses falling ever so slowly from the thin layer of sweat that had formed. Still beautiful. Oh god she’s coming closer.

“Now’s your chance. Tell her how you feel, Peter.”, Karen tells me. “Not now Karen.”, I whisper back. I put her bag down so I can tie the thief up. As I was about to touch him, Y/n shouts, “No! Don’t touch him!” She lightly jogs over and bends down next to the guy. Her eyes scan the ground around us like she’s looking for something.

“I wouldn’t touch him, unless you wanna get shocked too. It should wear off soon though. Oh, there it is.”, she says a she picks up a small pendant that look familiar-but I can’t put my finger on it. Come on Parker, you can do this. Be cool.

~You~

There was no way I was gonna let my bag get stolen, so of course I ran after him. I shouted for someone to stop him but no one helped. This city is so fucked up. But then I remembered what my father gave me for situations like this. Or other situations should it ever happen. So I ran harder so I could get closer. And once I was I took the pendant from my necklace-which was designed to look like the arc reactor-pressed the center of it and threw it at the thief. It landed on his back and I watched as he fell over, convulsing. I stopped running-because there was no need to anymore-and tried to steady my breathing.

As I walked towards the paralyzed guy, a blur of red was seen swinging in the corner of my eye. Spider-Man. Though I’ve never meet him, I know that my dad recruited him during the time of the Accords but I don’t think he’s considered an official Avenger...yet. I watched as he swung and landed next to the thief. Seeing that his job was already done for him, he bent down and put things in my bag. I guess my stuff fell out.

“Better late than never huh Spider-Man!”, I shouted at him. He looked up in my direction. Of course I can't see his expression but I seemed like the white eyes of his mask widened. Like he was surprised. He left my bag on the floor and stepped closer to the stunned man. When I saw him reach out to the guy, I immediately yell to him. “No! Don’t touch him!”

Spider-Man stops and watches me jog to him and the man on the ground. Once I get there, I search for the pendant while telling Spider-Man why he shouldn’t touch him. After I find the pendant, I hear him speak for the first time. “What is that?”, Spider-Man asks and sounding genuinely curious. I stand up to show him it.

“An invention my father made. When activated it sends a wave of electricity through whatever its attaches to. Example being this guy, resulting in convulsion, temporary paralysis, and eventually he’ll pass out. Once the device releases the shock, it detaches itself and can't be used again.” I’m always proud of dads work.

“Wow. Your father must be a genius to be able to come up with this. It’s so small yet packs a punch.”

I look up at him-he’s only a few inches taller than me- smirking and laugh, “You have no idea.” If only he knew.

We looked at each other for a moment. I wonder what he looks like? Maybe he’s cute. He sounds like a nerd-considering how interested he was about the device.

“Uh well uh it seems like you didn’t even need my help.”, He laughs almost nervously referring to the passed out guy.

“And what if I actually did need your help and you didn't show up? What then Spider-Man? I would have lost my birthday presents.”, I smirk, crossing my arms then placing my hands on my hips. I couldn’t help but be a little sassy.

“It’s your birthday?” Oh fuck.

Realizing my mistake, I lowered my head, “I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to know that.” Your so smart Y/n.

He bent down beside him, picked up my bag from the ground and handed it to me, “Well, happy birthday uh....”

As I took my bag, our hands brushed against each other. I looked up at him again. Did he feel that tingle? Probably not. I decided to ignore it and gave him a small smile, “Y/n and thank you Spider-Man.”

“Your welcome Y/n.”, he continues to look at me. God I wish I could see the expression on his face. “Well uh I should uh probably take this guy to the police station.”

“Oh yeah right. And I should really get home before my mother files a missing persons report.”, I joke as I place my bag on my shoulder. Spider-Man laughed then pointed at my bag, “Cool patches by the way.”

I just smile at him, “See you around Spider-Man.” I turn around and begin to walk away. Not even a few steps away I hear him speak.

“Stay outta trouble”, he says.

I turn around, walking backwards, “And what if trouble finds me?”

“Then I’ll find you.”

Whoa I was not expecting that answer. His response caused me to blush hard, hoping that I was far enough that he couldn’t tell.

Oh my god. Do I have a crush on Spider-Man?!

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Moving along

This is almost exclusively based on what my tired, (almost-)sleepy brain is coming up with at ungodly hours but hey, I finally wrote this au for real. Ideas from this amazing set of prompts, title from the 5SOS song (hach).

Word count: 1.6k, not proofread

///

Wrinkled sheets. A rumbled blanket. A pillow that isn’t cold on either side because she keeps turning it, hoping for a cure to her restlessness. It’s useless, Luna is aware of that. But even someone drowning must carry a spark of hope, and so she can’t help but try again and again.

Sleep still refuses to knock on her door.

When she gets up, her bones are heavy, yet not as heavy as her heart. Not even coffee makes it easier to prepare for the lectures. Maybe she’ll take a nap in the last row, wouldn’t be the first time. And quite possibly not the last time, at least until the left side of her bed stops haunting her with its emptiness and coldness. Her whole flat is cleaned of his memory by now, just her bed clings on to the shadow of his love, two months after they broke up.

Just her bed and this huge chunk of her heart that seems to be reserved solely for him.

The doorbell saves her from wallowing some more in bittersweet memories. A package is supposed to arrive today, and she hurries to the door with a smile. Her friends insisted on ordering one of these ridiculous baking sets for her, promising the “man of her dreams” and although she’s not too fond of the idea, she craves a freshly baked treat out of the oven. It’s what she deserves after all this hurt.

Except that there’s no delivery waiting for her.

“You’re not the man of my dreams,” Luna blurts out. Realizes the implications of her words. Blushes furiously.

Matteo stares at her, dumbfounded. “Wow, okay, thanks for making that clear, I had no idea,” he then snorts and turns to leave.

“No, wait!” He stops, back turned to her. “I didn’t… I mean… He’s fake. Or baked. Both? They got me this set. My friends.”

Matteo doesn’t look too convinced. Luna clears her throat. “Anyway. Hi.”

“Hi.”

Her unspoken question is left hanging in the air, so she hides half behind her door before she asks out loud, “How come you’re here?” A sigh follows. His hand ruffles through his hair, and he avoids her gaze. “I wanted to ask you something.” The seriousness in his tone takes Luna aback. Not because she wouldn’t be used to it, on the contrary, in the last months she heard it more often than she could bear, but because the shyness, the tenderness in it is new.

“Come in.”

Matteo back in her apartment is a sight so heartbreaking it steals her breath away. Two days ago, Sebastián stood in the same spot, resembling a lost but over-confident puppy up to the moment she watched him walk out of the door again. The youtuber is nice, without a doubt, and she likes hanging out with him.

But he’s not Matteo, who fits in so perfectly like this is the place where he belongs. Belonged, Luna reminds herself.

“Look, I know this might sound weird,” he now begins, “but I didn’t sleep much in the past weeks and I have this super important presentation today and I need to get at least a little rest.”

“And that’s why you came to me?”

The shrug he gives her speaks of helplessness, of nights wasted away and the same grogginess in the mornings that she fails to shake off. “I guess.” His voice drops, breaks. And so, Luna forgets about classes, about lunch breaks with her friends, about anything and everything, as long as she gets the chance to find peace again, with him. If only for a few hours.

“Okay.”

///

As soon as he lays down next to her, her body calms down. Relaxes. Breathing gets easier. The sleep that avoided her so successfully now welcomes her with open arms. Just a touch is enough to reassure her mind of his presence, a knee bumped into her leg, a fingertip lingering on her arm. But apparently, it’s not enough for Matteo. His arm wraps around her, pulls her closer. The left-overs of his cologne linger in her nose.

“I still hate you,” Luna mumbles as she snuggles against his chest.

But does she?

///

She wakes up to the smell of coffee and scrambled eggs. His scent is engraved into the sheets, and Luna presses her nose deeply into the pillow without a second thought. Regret will join her sooner or later for sure, but in this moment, she allows herself to travel back to the good memories of their relationship, while ignoring one dangerous question creeping into her thoughts.

When she trots into her kitchen, Matteo greets her with a soft smile and tousled hair. He’s always been the prettiest in the mornings, today is no different, even though the dawning sun long passed to cast him in golden light.

“Thank you,” he says and puts a plate with eggs and toast in front of her.

Out of words, she nods. Grabs a fork but can’t eat. So many questions burn her tongue, how he slept, what this presentation is for, if he still spends most of his days in the library, if he plans to come over more often.

If he still loves her, or if he could love her again. Hypothetically. Because she knows she hasn’t stopped loving him yet.

Before just one sentence slips out of her mouth, however, he tells her he should go now. Mustering a smile, she replies, “Have a nice day then.” Weirdly enough, she means it, with her whole heart.

And then, he presses a kiss on her lips.

It happens too fast. For both of them, according to the shock on his face. It happens too fast, the sensation of his lips on hers disappears too fast to treasure it, to feel it. But it did happen, and not even the stammered apology or the quick escape he makes can undo this moment.

Now, Luna is a mess.

///

Classes and lectures pass her by without leaving any lasting impression. She couldn’t recall as much as the topics if her life was on the line.

As if that wasn’t enough, Sebastián unexpectedly waits for her when she leaves the campus, and once she spots him, Luna considers running away. But it’s too late, he already walks closer with that grin that probably made him a star on the internet.

How she’d love to wipe that smile away today…

“Hey, my favorite little lady,” he grins even more.

“Hi.”

“How are you doing? You look like you finally got some sleep, congrats!”

Internally, she groans. On the outside, she chuckles and pretends her heart isn’t going on a rollercoaster ride at the mere thought of sleeping next to Matteo. In his warm embrace, to the melody of his calm breaths.

“Yeah, guess I caught up a bit.”

“Cool.”

She nods. Silence. He obviously feels uncomfortable with it, he must have come here for another reason other than pouring salt in a freshly opened cut but Luna is tired of guessing what he’s trying to achieve. His mouth opens to say something. Closes.

Her phone buzzes, a new message. While Sebastián searches for words, she glances at the screen.

Matteo: I’m really sorry, I know I made you uncomfortable and I hope we can talk this out if you want

“Luna?” Sebastián grabs her shoulder, gently shakes her. Blinking, she finds a way back to reality, to here and now, although a part of her still feels far, far away from this plane of existence because of one simple text message. “Huh?”

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me.”

///

Yeah sure. 7pm at my place?

///

He waits by the door.

“I hope this isn’t a bad idea,” she announces as she pulls out her keys and lets him in. “I’m sorry,” Matteo says in return. A bad feeling spreads in her gut, or maybe it’s a good one, either way she has a hunch where she’ll end up tonight, and she can’t feel sorry about it.

They sit down on the couch. A flashback pops up, of this time two months ago on this very sofa, when they were arguing for a reason that escaped her mind. When he walked out without looking back and she cried the whole night and no ice cream in the world could diminish her pain.

“I guess old habits die hard,” Matteo now explains. One stubborn curl falls into his forehead. His eyes meet hers, hesitating. They remind her of why she fell in love with him, years ago. “I have no idea where it came from, really.” Just like Luna has no idea where her impulse to pull him closer is coming from now. But does it really matter when she leans in and they’re suddenly kissing?

///

She knows it’s wrong.

She knows she just rejected someone, that she just told Sebastián that she needed a break from everything, that she needed to make sense of her feelings. She knows she shouldn’t be making out with Matteo instead.

But it makes sense. Her feelings make sense, like this, with him. When Luna focuses on the movements of his mouth and the shiver they cause all over her body, she doesn’t doubt everything like she did with all of her friend’s hints at a relationship. Sebastián is nice and an exciting person to be around, sure.

But Matteo is exciting all on his own.

He’s a little too much of a snob sometimes, a little too stubborn. He’s a little too gentle with her, or too rough, but she knows him better than anyone else. He’s a constant in her life. When she presses her hips closer to him, he groans, and it comes as no surprise for her. It’s familiar and comforting, too, like hiding under her favorite blanket.

He’s her blanket, and it’s getting too cold without him.

“Why did we break up again?” she asks with the next breath she lets out.

“I work too much, and you leave a mess everywhere?”

Luna snorts and kisses him once more. “Screw that.”

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #I will most likely regret uploading it immediately but meh who cares #this idea has been in the back of my mind for too long #also excuse me brb crying over not having a live version of Moving along and not being able to go back in time to the concert

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The Doors - Halloween - 2018 story

***AUTHOR’S NOTE*** This story is in no way related to the Lavender Walls series.

The Doors - Halloween - 2018 story

It was 11am Halloween morning and Jim had just arrived at the recording studio. He got out of his blue Mustang and scratched his beard with anticipation. He reached down and grabbed the plastic bag off the the passenger seat. The bag was purple and had a smiling green monster on it and in orange letters said 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN'. He ran his hand through his long, brown hair and walked inside.

He first made his way over to Robby who was messing with his guitar. Jim knocked on the little table next to Robby, held out his bag and said, “Trick or Treat.” Robby just looked at him. Jim held his bag open and repeated, “Trick or Treat.” Robby rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and and found some mints and a half eaten pack of M&M's. He dropped the candy in Jim's bag and glared at Jim. Next Jim wandered over to John who was behind his drum kit. Jim knocked on a cymbal, held out his bag and said, “Trick or Treat.” John reached down and found his unopened bottle of apple juice and a half eaten banana. He dropped them into Jim's bag. Jim then made his way over to Ray and knocked on his keyboard and said, “Trick or Treat.” Ray glanced from Jim to the bag and then dropped in a half eaten roll of Mentos and a pack of gum. Next Jim wandered out to where Bruce Botnick was and knocked on the wall next to him and said, “Trick or Treat.” Bruce looked up and rolled his eyes as he dropped a half eaten Snickers bar into Jim's bag.

Jim walked over to the couch and sat down and dumped out his bag. He looked through the candy and mumbled to himself, “This sucks. There's nothing good in here.” He then looked up and yelled, “You all suck! You didn't give me anything good. This shit is almost as bad as those nasty candies that the wrapper looks like a strawberry!” Robby put down his guitar and said, “What the hell do you expect when you just show up and start trick or treating at a recording studio. And your bag is lame as hell!” Jim stood up, “My bag is awesome! You are just jealous!” Ray shook his head, “Jim no one is jealous of you.

Robby walked over to Jim and said, “Why do you always do this shit? Every holiday you always do something stupid like this. Its ridiculous.” Jim said, “Just because you don't like holidays doesn't mean I can't celebrate them.” Ray said, “We understand that Jim, but you always take it too far and interrupt our work. I mean come on, labor day...what the hell was that. You grilled on stage. That was ridiculous.” Jim shrugged his shoulders as he left the room. He soon came back carrying a giant metal tub filled with apple sauce and and apples. Robby said, “What the hell is that? I thought we were bobbing for apples in booze.”

Jim looked at Robby and said, “Really...bobbing for apples in booze before 10pm? You're such a neanderthal!” John responded, “But won't we get drunk if we bob for apples in booze?” Robby said, “You are so dense! Bobbing for apples in booze is the only good idea Jim has ever had.” John looked at Ray. Ray responded, “Robby is right. It is Jim's only good idea.”

Jim threw a pencil and said, “Who wants to bob for apples in apple sauce with  me?” Robby said, “No. That's gross. I don't want to get apple sauce all over my head.” Jim shrugged his shoulders, “More for me.” He then  began bobbing for apples in the apple sauce. Ray shook his head, “Great, now we have to listen to him all afternoon whining about how sticky his hair is because its covered in apple sauce.” Robby nodded, “Yeah but still better than last year when we had to pick gummy worms out of his beard.” John looked at Jim's whose entire head was buried deep in apple sauce and said, “So I guess we're not recording today?” Ray looked at John, “You know I tried defending you but you really are just a dumb person who is paranoid and way too uptight. We'll record this afternoon once Jim gets his head out of the apple sauce.”

Jim raised his head from the metal tub filled with apple sauce. He had an apple in his mouth and apple sauce dripped from his wavy hair. He took the apple out of his mouth and said, “Gross I got some apple sauce down my shirt!”Robby said, “Your hair is covered in apple sauce, its dripping off of your beard and you're concerned about some apple sauce down your shirt?” Jim shook his head and apple sauce went flying. Ray ripped off his glasses and screamed, “Damn it Jim! Why do you have to do shit like that. Now I have to go clean my glasses because they have apple sauce all over them. You are so damn inconsiderate.”

Jim burped loudly and said, “Whatever. I need to go get cleaned up. Its lunch time and I need my Burger King.” Robby snickered, “Can you even fit through the door there anymore?” Jim ran his hand through his hair and threw a handful of apple sauce a Robby. Robby wiped the apple sauce off of his face and said, “That does it! I am sick of you and your antics!” He grabbed a bowl full of candy corn and flung it at Jim. Jim picked some up off the floor and threw it at Ray. Ray screamed, “What the hell did you do that for? I'm not the one throwing stuff at you. If you hadn't thrown that apple sauce from your hair at Robby none of this would be happening.” Jim glared at Ray, “You go on and on about being the leader of this group and you act like our father. And yet you let Robby throw crap at me. You suck Ray.”

Ray screamed, “You act like a damn child Jim! I mean bobbing for apples in apple sauce? What the hell is that? That's something a child would do. You have no manners, you burp loudly all the time and laugh about it. Its all ridiculous.” John chimed in, “And you're a slut. You are with like 3-4 different women. Its disgusting.” Everyone looked on in amazement at John. Robby said, “Since when do you say stuff like that. You never attack Jim like that. Usually its Ray and I who attack him.” John shrugged his shoulders, “I am just sick of him making me so uncomfortable. He doesn't care about me.”

Jim glared at John, “You're the weakest link in the band. You contribute nothing. You know what the scariest part of Halloween is this year? That you are still in this band!” Ray and Robby snickered. John stood up, “Just because I am the only one in this group that has any morals doesn't mean I should be picked on. I contribute plenty to this band.” Jim stood up, “You are so fucking jealous of me because girls like me no matter what and they won't even give you the time of day! Now if you'll excuse me I need to go back to my motel room and get cleaned up and get my costume ready for tonite.”

Robby looked at Jim, “Costume?” Jim nodded, “Yeah. I'm going trick or treating tonite, here in the studio was just practice. I'm going as a ghost but I need figure out where to cut the eye holes in the bed sheet. The sheet is kind of um...stained and I don't want people to be able to see the stains.” Ray rolled his eyes, “Jim that's disgusting. Instead of using that stained bed sheet from your motel room bed why not go buy a new one.” John looked at Robby and Ray, “I don't get it. Why is his bed sheet stained?” Robby said, “Figure it out man.”

It was 7pm and the three Doors looked out the window of the studio and saw Jim crossing the street with a white bed sheet over his head dressed as a ghost., carrying his purple tick or treat bag. Robby said, “I can't believe he's actually going trick or treating. He's 27 years old, he's too old to be that excited about Halloween.” Ray said, “The bed sheet looks clean, he must have got a new one.” John asked, “How come he got to leave here early if you're so against him trick or treating?” Ray responded, “Well he really didn't need to be here we weren't recording vocals this afternoon, its easier to just let him go. Besides maybe he'll be in a better mood tomorrow when we do have to record vocals.”

Jim hurried down the street eager to get started trick or treating. He ignored the comments made by his bandmates that he was too old to trick or treat. They were just jealous that they wouldn't be getting free candy or having fun. He also ignored their comments that he would be recognized. He knew with the bed sheet over his head he could go unrecognized. They were just jealous that he would be having fun tonite and they'd be stuck in a recording studio.

He came to a neighborhood and knocked on a door. The door opened and Jim held out his bag and said, “Trick or treat.” The old lady opened the door and dropped some candy in Jim's bag and said, “Aren't you a nice looking ghost! Happy Halloween!” Jim smiled under his costume and said, “Thank you. Happy Halloween to you too!” Jim knew tonite was going to be a good nite and for the first time in a long time he actually felt happy and excited about life.”

Jim continued going from door to door getting more and more candy. His bag was getting full and heavy. He sat down on the curb to rest. Other trick or treaters passed by and waved at him and he waved back and smiled even though they couldn't see his smile under his costume. He stood up and decided to go to a few more houses before heading back to his motel room.

As he was making his way back to his motel room after a successful nite of trick or treating Jim tripped and fell spilling much of his candy. He started crying, not only because he spilled his candy but because he'd hurt his hand when he fell. He looked up and saw someone approaching him. He was worried the person was going to steal his candy. The person bent down and said, “Jim, are you OK?” Jim said, “No, I'm not OK Ray. Are you here to make fun of me? You've been doing it all day.” Ray said, “I'm sorry about that and no I'm not here to make fun of you. I was leaving the studio and I saw you fall. I knew it was you because you're so close to your motel and I recognized your bag. Here let me help you.” Ray then began putting Jim's candy back into the bag while Jim sat there holding his wrist.” Jim said through his tears, “My right wrist really hurts. Will you take me to the doctor tomorrow?” Ray said, “I''ll take you now. We'll go to the hospital.” They gathered up Jim's candy and dropped it off in his motel room along with the ghost costume and then made their way to the hospital.

It was 3am and Jim was alone in his motel room, his broken wrist in a cast and a sling. He hated the sling. Even though he was given pain medicine at the hospital his wrist was still hurting really bad.  He hoped Ray would be by early in the morning with his pain meds. He hated that pharmacies were not open in the middle of the nite. Jim sat on his bed and dumped out his candy. It was harder than the thought it would be to unwrap a piece of candy using only one hand.

Jim finally decided to give up on the candy and pushed it to one side of the bed and laid down. He put his tear stained face on his pillow and tried to sleep through the pain until he could take more pain meds in the morning when Ray came back. His wrist was hurting so bad and he couldn't get comfortable. Finally he drifted off into a restless sleep.

To be continued in The Doors Thanksgiving Story.

This is Jim annoyed at being made fun of for wanting to go trick or treating.

#Jim Morrison #my baby #The Doors #Halloween Story #2018

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Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 3

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Word Count: 2.5K

Part 1 Part 2

A/N:  I think I got one more chapter in me to close this little series out!  So enjoy this and the finale coming soon!

Issa and T’Challa met at the community center to begin their work with the neighborhood.  Today, with Issa’s help, they would start the recruitment process for their after-school program.  They unloaded boxes with brochures and fliers and applications onto their tables.

“You think you got enough to go around?”  Issa asked jokingly at the pile of papers in front of them.

T’Challa looked around slightly panicked, “Oh, do you think we may need more?  I could call up Nakia to go by the office-”

Issa waved her hands, “No, no!  I was kidding.  We probably have too many honestly.  People don’t usually show up to these things until school actually starts, you know, typical students.”

T’Challa clicks his tongue, “Well, if we get one, it would be an accomplishment.”

They take their seats at the table to wait for their future members.  The outside of the building was lined with signs and balloons announcing their grand opening, but as time passes, Issa began to wonder if she this was a waste of time.  

She pulls out her phone to look through her socials but sees a notification for a new text from Molly.  She is supposed to be seeing Erik tonight.

M: What do smart thug niggas look for in their girl?  Should I be professional lookin or a little thotty?

I: Uhh, I don’t think he would turn away thotty at all.  How much do you want from him?

M: You think I’m getting money from this nigga?  

I: No!  Like are you wanting to DTR or DTF?

M: Girrrrl, ain’t nobody tryna get in their feelings over here.  I could smell his intentions a mile away, it’s just a matter hosing down my garden.

Issa snorts, causing T’Challa to look at her confused.  “It’s just my friend…”  Issa says trailing off.  I: So our pussies require lawn work now?

M: Shieet, I already got my trim, bedazzled the shit, now all it needs is moisture!

I: Ok, I’m gonna throw up.  Peace.

“Is your friend the one from the bar?”  T”Challa asked.

“Oh, yeah, you seen her.  Molly.  Your cousin is supposed to be taking her out or something.”

T’Challa makes a noise.  “What?”  Issa asks.

“Ahh, it’s nothing.  Just...Erik is pretty known to be a ladies man, practically prides himself on it.”

Issa shrugs, “Oh she could tell that!  She has her list of guys too.  I mean, you know, she ain’t a hoe or nothing but, she’s a lawyer so she won’t be worked around I’m sure.”

T’Challa nods, “Good, sounds like they’ll have a good time.  Thank you again for welcoming us into your program.  I am glad that we can guarantee your roster of students as an option to take advantage of our amenities.”

“No problem, T’Challa!  It’ll be good for them to get a change of environment from what they are used to.”

A mother and two girls walk into the center.

Issa greets them happily.  “Hi!  Thanks for coming!  What brings you here to see us?”

The mother plops down in a chair in front of them, looking exhausted.  “Yeah, what’s your hours for the after school stuff?”

T’Challa hands a brochure to her, “From 4-7pm.  Are these your daughters?”

The mother takes the brochure to fan with, “One is mine, the other is my niece.”

They both talk to each other in low voices and cackle.

T’Challa asks, “How old are you all?”

“I’m this many.”  one with afro puffs holds her hand out, fingers balled together.

T’Challa looks at her hand intently, “I don’t understand…”

Issa sees it and instantly rolls her eyes, “Come on, y’all.”

“GOTTI!”  the girls exclaim, high fiving each other.

Issa turns a smile back on, turning to them, “What grades are you all in?”

Afro puffs crosses her arms, “I’m in 7th.”

One with a struggle ponytail says, “I’m going into eighth.”

T’Challa asks, “What are your favorite subjects?”

Afro puffs looks T’Challa up and down, “Sex ed.”

T’Challa looks at her horrified.  “Uh…”

The mother/aunt pops her. “Girl, shut yo ass up!  Quit being rude!  Sorry, she got her mama’s fast ways.”

“Oh, so she is your niece?”  Issa asks.

She looks at Issa like she is crazy, “No, that’s my daughter.”

Issa shakes her head shooketh as T’Challa cuts in, “Well, we don’t offer that right now…”

“...or ever.”  Issa adds.

T’Challa clear his throat, “Right, but we specialize in the sciences, math, history…”

Struggle pony asks, “What kind of history do you teach?  I don’t know nothin bout Africa.”

T’Challa chuckles, “No, we would stick with American, but we do have African american studies tutor if you need that.”

Afro puffs simulates a hair flip.  “I’m plenty Black, Prince Joffer.  But history might not be on your side.”

Issa whispers, “What do you know about ‘Coming to America’?”

“You’re talking too much, little girl.”  The mother/aunt cuts in on afro puffs.

T’Challa questions, “What do you mean, little miss?”

“You shoulda came here when Obama was President man, getcho citizenship.”

Struggle pony adds, “Mhm, this is Trump’s America now.  No matter your papers, you gettin kicked out.”

“AND you Black?  Pssh, if the police don’t get you first, you’d be lucky.”

Issa butts in once more, “Well you girls really know your stuff on current events, so you probably won’t need anything but proofreading your reports.”

“You sayin my babies can’t read?”  the mother/aunt asks offended.

Issa stammers with anxiety.  This was not a smooth start.  “No, not at all, but everyone could use some editing help for grammar and punctuation on papers-”

“Uh huh, come on.  I don’t know what someone who’s first language isn’t english can teach my kids.”

“English was my sixth language, to be specific.”  T’Challa adds for shade.

“Well, whatever the hell!  I don’t get why some African had to come in to help a community he ain’t knowin shit about!”  She turns on her hills walking out.

“Bye Mr. Joffer!”  Struggle pony exclaims flirtily.

“Niggatrynafucksayswhat?”  Afro puffs says while backing away.

T’Challa looks at her leaning his ear, “I’m sorry, wha-”

Issa slaps her hand over T’Challa’s mouth, “Have a good day girls!”

Taking your hand away, T’Challa wipes his mouth, “What was that for?”

Issa sighs.  The best and brightest really came to show out for you all “Listen, these kids will play some weird ass tricks on you, because of fun.  Torture is their pastime, right?  So you have got to stay more alert and less trusting with their ways, T’Challa.”

He nods, “I have a jokester for a sister so I understand young people and their games.  But I couldn’t grasp what they were even talking about.”

“Welcome to being an elder millennial!  These gen Z kids are going to burn the world to the ground, I swear.”

You and T’Challa had sat there for a couple more hours and saw a handful of less colorful folk.  It was finally time to break things down.

T’Challa helped Issa with the table.  “So, what got you into this kind of work?”

“Well, although I don’t make much, I needed the paycheck after college and it was open and hiring at the time.”

T’Challa nods, “Nothing wrong with that for a start.”

“But I also wanted to help people too.  I think I found that out as I got into it.  These kids are crazy a lot of the time.  Disrespectful, ignorant, smelly-”

“But?”  T’Challa asks with a smile to move you along.

“Right!  BUT, they are basically all me.  No one cared about kids from my side of town.  We didn’t get great field trips or outstanding class options.  I remember every time we had a debate team or math league enter a tournament, we could never get further than the first round because culture shock!  Their schools were bigger with vending machine that had school supplies and full sandwiches, we didn’t know how to act!  So, I just hope that our program can expose them to the best, so they can work to build that and maintain it for themselves.”

T’Challa looked at Issa in awe, “That is a beautiful sentiment, Issa.  Very well put.  I knew we had a good thing going when I met you.”

Issa smiled, “Yeah?  Me?”

T’Challa nodded, “Of course!  You have been nothing but professional, and getting to know you more in your element leaves me quite starstruck.”

Issa felt light with his compliments, so genuine.  “That is possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, especially on the job.”

T’Challa laughs, “You deserve it and more.  Are you through for the day after this?”

Issa thought to herself, “Uh, yeah, I think so.  Probably just goin to do some chores or whatever.”  Issa know she didn’t wanna clean.

“Maybe we should catch a movie or something?  Blow off some steam for a job well done.”

Issa said excitedly, “That sounds great!”  Issa hoped this was a step closer to getting with him.  He was so fine and nice, no way she would fuck this up.

--

Molly sat in a booth at the Waffle House with Erik, kekeing the night away.  Erik told her all kinds of stuff about his college years and time in the military.  She learned he was even an amateur pilot in his spare time.

“I need to take you around sometime.”  Erik said after snapping into a sausage link.

Molly screwed her face up, uh uh.  Those are the planes you always here engulfing in flames and crashing, an engine breaking down and crashing, the pilot was high and crashed it-”

Erik laughs, “Well you ain’t gotta worry about alladat, ma.  I’m good, just gotta put a little trust in me….like I’m tryna put a little trust in you…”

“Tsk, is your dick named Trust?”  Molly inquired.

Erik paused, “Nah, but my tongue never lies.”  He says with a wink.

“Ok, nigga!  You swear!”  Molly joshed him but loved every minute of it.  Even though they were in a regular degular spot, she loved it.  It felt like college again and you got the finest Alpha in line to ask you out.

The bell at the front door rings as it opens.  You hear a loud familiar cackle.

“Kellie?  What the hell you doin here, girl?”  Molly asks surprised.  

Kellie walks in under the arm of M’Baku with a slight limp.  “Ooh, hey girl.  Can we pop a squat with you all a sec?”

Molly nods as Erik greets them.  “Wassup, Bak?  You and ol’ girl still hanging?”

M’Baku beams as he holds Kellie’s hand.  “Yes, very much so.”

Molly leans over Kellie, “Whatchu got a limp for, girl?  You fall or sumthin?”

Kellie nods sticking out her lip pitifully, “Mhm, you ever try to come off the dick too fast, before you figure out your hip flexors ain’t quite relaxed yet?  Yeah, I pulled somethin girl, talk about cow tippin!!”  Kellie cackled, tongue all out.  M’Baku was very entertained by his woman’s antics, elbowing an annoyed Erik.

”Moooo, bitch, get out my hay!  Get out my hay bitch, get out my hay!”

Molly chuckled at her friend as the waiter came by for their orders.

“So Erik, what are your intentions for my friend here?  I see you have expensive taste, I don’t want her to feel too spoiled now.”  Kellie says smiling into her water cup.

Erik shakes his head, “Nah, I do this as a test.  You don’t rock with the House, you don’t rock with me.”

“Hell, do the House rock for us?  Wasn’t we supposed to be boycottin them or somethin?”  Kellie asked.

“Yeah, but I mean, the cheap prices are kinda like reparations, so we’ll let it rock for now.”  Erik adds.

Kellie and M’Baku’s food arrive.  M’Baku takes a sausage and holds it up.  Kellie freezes in place.

“Are you hungry?”  M’Baku asks in a deep tone.

“No...but I could eat.”  Kellie asks seductively.

“You know the rule: closed mouths don’t get fed.”  M’Baku licks his lips sinisterly.

Kellie scoffs, “Since when am I keeping my mouth closed.  Gimme that damn meat, Baku!”

M’Baku clicks his tongue, “Is that how we ask?”  

Kellie tucks her chin into her chest, “No...I’m bein bad.”

“And I know you are a good girl, aren’t you?”

Kellie nods.

Molly and Erik are looking at them with horrified expressions.  “Kellie, what the hell-”

“Open up for me.”  M’Baku demands, Kellie obliges.  “Wider.”  Kellie follows.  “You know this meat is plentiful, make room for it.”  Kellie stretches her mouth to its widest.

“Nigga!  Give her the damn food before I fuckin lose what I paid for all over this damn table!  Nasty asses.”  Erik exclaims.

M’Baku finally feeds Kellie who chews on it happily as they giggle in each other’s faces.  M’Baku inhales sharply all of a sudden,  “Yes, you are a good girl, always a people pleaser.”

“What can I say?  My man wants what he wants!”

M’Baku bites his lip gripping the table as he growls under his breath looking at Kellie as she licks her lips.  Erik shakes his head, giving Molly the signal as he lays cash out on the table.

“Ok y’all, we gotta go.  Let us through.”

“Oh, hell naw, Molly.”  M’Baku grunts.

“Come on, Bak!  We gotta go!”  Erik says pushing him.

“Don’t touch me right now, I’m close.”

“Dafuq you mean??”  Erik’s voice raises an octave.

Kellie taps Molly to say, “Girl, climb the booth.  This ain’t goin nowhere.”

Molly rolls her eyes as she gets up to straddle the back of the booth.  Erik follows behind.  

Molly looks back to say goodbye and finds the culprit of their problem:  Kellie was footing M’Baku’s crotch under the table.

“Woooow, my boy a real freak huh?”  Erik laughs out loud as they walk out.

“That’s your boy alright.”  Molly says shaking the image from her head.

Erik beeps his car to unlock, “Let’s get you home, ma.  I know you busy and shit.”

Molly sucks her teeth as she gets in, “I ain’t that busy.  It’s a weekend after all.”

Erik starts the car up, “Lawyers get days off?  You sure you ain’t slackin?”

“Boy!  Ain’t nuthin slack about me!  Whatchu talkin bout!  I’m tight son!”  Molly says with a B-boy pose.

Erik shakes his head laughing, “You brazy girl.”

Pulling up to Molly’s spot, Erik turns off the engine.  “Why you turning the car off?”

Erik has his car keys in hand, getting out, “I gotta walk you to your door.”

Molly looks after him suspiciously before getting out.

As they walk to her door, Molly says, “Ok, this is me right here.”

Erik puts his hands in his pockets biting his lip, “Ok, no doubt.”

Molly stands there looking around nervously.  “Isn’t this it?  You go back to your car.”

“Pssh, come on, I know you been eyein my mouth since you met me, so I’m just giving you the option.”  Erik says all cocky.

“Nigga, what have you done for me to warrant a kiss?”  Molly asks defiantly.

“We just got back from Waffle!  Plus I got you the fresh squeezed orange juice!”

“Please, buying me a drink ain’t appeasing, believe me!  And they lied to you, shit was Sunny D.”

Erik cursed under his breath, “Ok, well, what about, I had a damn good time with you and it would be dope of you felt the same way.”

Molly thought on it.  She did have a real good time today with him and the night was still young.

She sighed heavily getting her keys out, “You can come in, but for a quick minute!  Just to wind down, but you out after that!”

Erik smiled big, golds glimmering, “That’s all I need, ma.”

Part 4

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[worldofblade]

Head Assassin Ch 1

BTS Fanfic:  1 | 2 | 3  |  4 | (T-1) | (T-2) | 5 | 6 | (T-3) | 7 | (T-4) |

Warnings:  Forced marriage, dark!namjoon, dark!BTS, violence, non-con elements, child abuse mentioned, in other words-darkness people. Although some, might not find it bad at all- but I would rather be safe than sorry when posting warnings.

Rating:  R

Beta:  None. I’ve been out of the game for so long, I no longer even have people to ask to beta.

Summary:  General Kim Namjoon, was going to get exactly what he has always wanted, no matter what.

Pairing:  Namjoon/Female OC. (will add if anything else crawls out of my brain)

Notes:  This is my first ever BTS/Band fic.  I’ve been out of the fic game for a long time, and it seems that the new thing is “band member/Reader” fics…..but I can’t seem to want to write that, so instead I am going with the good old, time honored OC.  This is an AU fic, with hybrids. I don’t really even know where this came from, but it has been rolling around in my mind for a while now, so I finally got up the courage to write and post it  Plus, @gimmesumsuga has a wonderful story that has dark!namjoon- so I think that is what set me off.. @bang-tan-bitch I finally am getting up the nerve to @ you. I briefly did so when you guys did your week full of recs etc... but then got scared and took it down. Would love if you guys read my story, also understand if you don't want to, or don't have the time.

Feedback: Yes please.  Constructive criticism is wonderful.

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Kim Namjoon let himself take in the surroundings before fully stepping into the room.  The hotel restaurant, was one of the best, usually taking months to get a reservation.  When the management was told that he would need to meet a party there today at 7pm, they happily cancelled everyone to book him.  When the head assassin wanted something, he got it. Of course, Head Assassin was not his official title.  No, when the war ended, and his side won, he got a new fancy title and started being the poster boy, albeit the scary one, for the new military.  Gone were the days that he was the ghost in the night that no one could actually identify; now his face was one that everyone knew.  

“I believe your party is already here, General. We put them in a private room.” The jittery hotel manager stated, standing just behind Namjoon’s entourage.

“You may leave.” Namjoon said, as he made his way into the room.  The manager already relegated to bothersome background noise.  Namjoon knew where his target was.

“`

Lee Ji-Soo had given up on sitting in her chair.  She took to pacing around the room, much to her mother’s annoyance.  She already felt like she was trapped in a cage.  An expensive cage, but a cage none the less. It was taking all her willpower to not throw open the doors and run out of the restaurant as fast as her feet could carry her.

“Please come sit.” Her mother’s soft plea made her look up from where she was staring at the floor and muttering.  Still a beautiful woman, her mother sat almost regally on one side of the table. Dressed in black, and looking oh so tired.  Ji-Soo could see her hands clamped together, turning white with loss of blood.

“It will be fine, Mother.” Ji-Soo wrapped her own hands around hers, and started rubbing some warmth back into them.  “I mean, it isn’t like we don’t know him…I mean we grew up together, kind of.”  With that ridiculous statement, and probably due to the tense situation they had both been in for days- months really, the two women looked at each other and started laughing.

“Yeah, be sure to bring up his childhood, I am sure that will work in our favor.”  Her mother’s laugh took on a clearly hysterical pitch, and suddenly she was crying.  They both were.   This was how Namjoon found them as he entered the room.  Both women wrapped up in each other’s arms, laughing and crying.  Both telling each other to, ‘stop it, it will be fine’.

Two sets of eyes widened as they finally took notice that he and his men had come into the room. Both women stopped dead, and just stared at him mouths hanging open.  Ji-Soo’s mother being the first to gain back her senses.  She cleared her throat and stood looking Namjoon straight in the eyes. He gave her points for still having courage to do so.

“General Kim.” She said with a slight bow, and then gestured for him to take a seat.  Ji-Soo had also come to her feet when her mother did, and even gave a sort of a bow, but Namjoon could see that she was somewhat shell-shocked right at this moment.

Namjoon sat, with two of his staff members taking seats next to him, while the other four set up what could only be called a perimeter around the room.  For a moment both sides of the table just stared at each other, until finally Namjoon shook his head, letting his subordinates know that he was ready.

“We are here today, to finalize the marriage contract between the Kim and Lee family. In accordance to the wills of both heads of family.”

“That contract was for Jisung and me…” Ji-Soo interrupted, and then plastered on her best fake smile. “It would be nice for us to know to whom we are speaking to right now.”  Finally having the courage to look Namjoon in the eyes, Ji-Soo was taken back to see how dark and merciless they seemed.  She was glad to look away, after he gave a tight nod, and the other man started talking again.

“You may call me Jin. I am the General’s legal advisor.” Jin then went around the room introducing the other men.  All of them were gorgeous, and deadly.  Then again, all of their kind were.  Gorgeous, that is, and deadly.  They were hybrids.  Half human, half demon.  Bred for centuries to do what the government had wanted them to do.  Every hybrid was fast, smart, and totally loyal, or at least that was what the government thought.  The higher-ups had put in place a training for each hybrid that was “fool-proof”.  Boy were they wrong.  No one saw it though, not for centuries.  The governments horrible little plan had worked.  Noble families each bred a hybrid.  They were part of the family, but not.  Ji-Soo knew that they faced brutality within their so-called family and then at puberty were shipped off to the government training school.  There they suffered even more horrors, Ji-Soo was sure.  Only now that the old government was gone, was it all coming to light.  

“Like my daughter pointed out.  The old contract between my husband and the General’s f-father,” Ji-Soo’s mother only hesitated on that word a bit, after throwing Namjoon a quick glance to see how he would take that title given to the man who raised him. “was meant for Kim Jisung and my daughter, not the General.”

“Maybe that was the intent, but the men did not actually state any names. Just that the marriage was to take place between the two families.  Now that the General is the only one left of the Kim family, it is to him that your daughter will be married. Per the will. Per the laws that there must always be a head of family for each noble house.”

“Meaning, that since my husband has now passed away.  My family no longer has a head of house.”

“Correct”. Jin gave a slight smile to the older woman.  “Further, since your family no longer has a head of house, it is actually a saving grace that the Lee and Kim family had this pact in place.”

Jin didn’t go into further detail about that.  He didn’t need to.  Everyone in the room knew what happened to unprotected families.  The highest bidder won.

“What if my daughter can find someone else to fill the role of head of house?  I am sure that the General would rather find a more fitting family to align his with, one with more stature- “

“No.” Namjoon’s voice was quiet, but no one in the room had any trouble hearing him.  “My family felt it best to join with yours, so I will do so.”

“Your family that you despised?  Your family that you killed?” Ji-Soo was speaking before her brain could catch up. “You can’t possibly want to marry me! Especially if they wanted it!”

Ji-Soo’s mother gave her arm a little shake, and then gave an airy laugh.  “Forgive my daughter, she doesn’t know what she is talking about. She is just overwhelmed.”  

Ji-Soo felt flushed, but oddly proud after her statement.  Namjoon had locked his eyes on her during the whole outburst.  Even still he hadn’t looked away.  Hadn’t seemed at all phased, even when she accused him of killing the rest of the Kim family.  It was common knowledge that the massacre that happened at the Kim property, only 2 miles away from her own, was done on Namjoon’s order, if not carried out by himself.  The only ones left alive, were servants who had never been at the home when Namjoon had.

“As to stature,” Namjoon finally looked away from Ji-Soo and spoke directly to her mother. “Your family is currently of the highest stature left to the noble families, as you never took part in the hybrid program.”

Ji-Soo held back a snort at that, realizing that she was probably close to a break-down with how she was acting.  Imagine, the one thing that had the old noble families sneering at her father and mother, was now their saving grace.  The Lee family stood firm, for centuries about the hybrid program.  They did not participate.  During the old regime, they were at the lowest stature due to this… now it seemed they had come up roses.  Again, Ji-Soo held back an insane giggle and tried to pay attention to what was being said.

“Now that the General has put your fears to rest, of him not finding your family adequate, let us proceed- “

“I need to use the ladies room.” Ji-Soo abruptly stood and started making her way towards the door, not caring that she interrupted, or that her mother was trying to catch her hand.  She had to get out.  The room was closing in on her.  Coming to the door, she looked up at the hybrid manning the door.  “Excuse me, please.”  After a beat where he didn’t move, she jerked her head towards Namjoon. His dark eyes bore into hers again, making the panic that she was already feeling, grow.  Finally, he gave a nod, and the hybrid opened the door. Forcing herself not to run, she tried to remember where the restrooms were.  Turning to go the opposite way, she almost rammed into the hybrid who had been at the door.

“Son of a- you scared me!” holding a hand over her heart, Ji-Soo frantically backed up a few steps. “I didn’t hear you.”  Taking a breath to compose herself, she tried to keep the anger out of her voice. “Why are you here?”  So far none of Namjoon’s fellow hybrids had said a single thing except Jin.  She wasn’t even sure she remembered this ones name.

“The General wanted me to make sure you found your way.”  He said, and then gestured towards where the bathroom must be.

“Tell Namjoon that I am not going to run away!  Where would I go?  Plus, my mother is still in there.” Ji-soo saw his mouth tense a bit when she didn’t call Namjoon by his title, and in a very crazy way, she liked that she was pushing his buttons.  It oddly made her feel a bit less panicked.

“This way, please.” He again started gesturing towards the hallway.

Sighing, Ji-soo started walking, realizing, and trying to not let it freak her out more, that this was going to be her life now.  At Namjoon’s whim.  “What was your name again?” Ji-Soo asked, right before going into the bathroom.

“Jimin.”

“Well Jimin, good work.  You didn’t allow me to run away.  Maybe Namjoon will pat you on the head or something.” Ji-Soo shut the door in his face. She knew it didn’t actually accomplish anything, but being a bitch made her feel just a bit better.  She even had an insane notion of refusing to come out of the bathroom, just to see what would happen.  Looking at herself in the mirror, the slight smile she had at that thought, fell off her face.  What was she thinking?  Nothing she did would change anything.  Plus, did she really want Namjoon to have to actually come and take care of something himself?  Remembering his cold dark eyes, she shivered.  She wasn’t dumb, she knew that Jimin was just as deadly as Namjoon, but somehow the thought of the General coming to make her stop being childish was almost terrifying. Gone was the sad, and lonely child that she tried to play with and sometimes give treats to when no one was watching.  Now, he was just The General.

”`

“So General, is she to be your wife. Or your revenge?”  The room tensed at the older woman’s audacity, but Namjoon just had a slight smile as he leaned forward to speak with her.

“Does it matter?  Even if you know, you could do nothing to stop me.”

Ji-Soo’s mother did not waver as they stared at each other.  Namjoon gave her credit.  Even other hybrids could not look him square in the face for long.

“Probably a bit of both.” Namjoon almost felt a bit of remorse when her face paled.  “More so wife, though.  I need an heir after all.”

“Then I ask that you try to remember that the Lee household has always been against what happened to your kind, and that my daughter actually tried to befriend you when you were young.”

Namjoon held up his hand to stop the older woman from continuing on.  He did not want to listen to or be reminded about his childhood. Narrowing his eyes, he felt a tiny bit of satisfaction when she slightly shrank in her seat.  He had no need to terrorize the women, but he wanted to make sure that she knew, he was no longer that child.  He was in charge now.

“The only reason your family is alive, is because of those facts.”

Ji-Soo’s mother took the hint and dropped the subject, remembering that all other people who had known Namjoon as a child were no longer living.  

The door opened, and Ji-Soo walked back in, taking her place at her mother’s side.  Both women as calm and collected as they could be under the General’s watchful eyes.

“Please continue,” she looked towards Jin, “the sooner we can get through all the legality the better.”

“`

“I would like to speak to Ji-Soo, alone.  Jungkook, escort my mother-in-law to the car.”

Ji-Soo felt her stomach drop.  They had just finished signing the paperwork, when Namjoon spoke.  Briefly she thought about clutching to her mother and demanding that she stay, but in the long run she knew it would do no good.  Giving each other a brief hug, the hybrid who must be Jungkook ushered her mother out the door, all the other hybrids following.

They were alone.

“Now what? You throw me down on the table and rape me?” Ji-Soo didn’t know what in the hell she was saying, and almost immediately wanted to take it back.  She could never stop and think before talking, especially now when it felt like she was about to lose her mind with worry.

Namjoon just tilted his head to the side, his eyes becoming darker.  “Not the plan.”

Swallowing hard, Ji-Soo stared at the man with wide eyes.  Like all of his kind, he was incredibly handsome.  Tall, well built, and had the face of an angel.  Every hair was in place, and his suit fit like second skin.  The way he stared at her was unnerving, like she was a new toy and he was deciding if he was going to play with it or brake it.

“What is the current plan, then?” Ji-Soo finally got out, feeling like she was about to scream if the silence wasn’t broken.

A dangerous smile formed on his lips, and it affected her more than she would care to admit. His lips were full, and looked to be soft, and Ji-Soo was cursing herself for even noticing something like that. He was a cold-blooded murderer. He came to his feet, and she jumped to hers.  An even bigger smile formed on his face, and she knew she had really lost it, when she took time to notice his dimples.

“My plan involves getting to know each other again.” Namjoon stalked towards her, as she backed away from him, trying to head towards the door.  Just as her hand reached the door knob, his larger hand pushed against the door, effectively stopping her from opening it.  Still she pulled a couple of times for good measure, hating how he was now smirking at her.  

“Where exactly do you think you can go, Kitten?” Namjoon rasped in her ear, causing her to jerk away from him and the door.  Breathing hard, she took a few steps away from him.  He in turn crossed his arms and leaned against the door, watching her with his fathomless eyes.

“Fine, you want to catch up?”  Ji-Soo blurted out, angry.  Angry at him, angry at the situation, angry at herself. “So how was it, killing your own family?” She saw him tense, but she was too far gone.  “How was it killing the man I love?  Jisung, the one I should be marrying?”

He moved so fast, she didn’t even have time to scream. One arm wrapping around her waist as he hauled her up against him, his other arm winding around the back of her neck forcing her face up. His face hard and cruel above her.

“You are mine.” His voice low, and guttural.  His eyes flashing red. Pulling her even closer. “MINE!”

After a beat, he stepped back.  She sank to the floor as he stormed out of the room.  She couldn’t hear what he said to his men over her harsh breathing and the pounding of her heart.  Looking up, she saw that Jimin had re-entered the room and was now standing at the door. Even in her terror, she wanted to laugh…here Jimin was again, making sure she didn’t run away.  But like Namjoon already pointed out, where the hell did they think she could go?

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[unerring-connoisseur]

A day to remember... (IgNoct Fluff)

This be one of the many suggestions I received on the Ignis page of Facebook to write! I combined two ideas into one here and I present to you some somewhat awkward IgNoct fluff!

Tagging: @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @roses-and-oceans @chocobabyporcelain @angel-dream @angelic-guardienne @yoitssabrinee @nicole--syneah @stunninglyignis

“Here goes nothing I guess…” Noctis mentally prepared himself as he entered the Citadel’s royal tailors. He still wasn’t completely sure what he was getting today, but he knew it had to be the best birthday present that he could possibly think of getting for this person, bar actually doing what he was told for a whole day with no objections. The raven-haired boy stepped inside and was immediately hit by the smell of fabric and leather - a smell he used to think was nauseating but as he grew so did the smell on him.  

“Ah, y-your Highness! To what do I owe the gracious pleasure?” The tailor jumped upon lying eyes upon Noctis and it startled him a little, not expecting such a… loud greeting.

“Heh, hi there. I-I’ve come to place an order,” Noctis started, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly approached the counter where the clerk was perched.

“O-oh! Of course! And what might your order be your Highness? You can be sure that whatever it is I’ll have our best people working on it as soon as you utter the words to me!” Ok…

Half an hour passed as Noctis tried to get all of the details he had previously thought of to come to the forefront of his mind - he was adamant on getting everything correct. Once he was certain the over-enthusiastic clerk had gotten everything he asked for right and had been reassured countless times that it would be ready for two days time Noctis sighed with relief and exited the tailor’s, making his way then to carry on with his business for the day which consisted of training with Gladio next.

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Those two days passed by excruciatingly slow thanks to an endless amount of work Noctis had to get done so that he could justify getting two days to himself and the recipient of the gift he had just picked up after worrying about it endlessly since he placed the order. Is it right? I hope it’s right. Is it as good as I think it is? I hope so… Noctis’ brain tortured him the whole way through the Citadel, clad in his most the most presentable casual wear he owned - which happened to be his princely fatigues. The raven-haired boy finally reached his destination and he stood outside the door second-guessing himself for a moment. Is this a good idea? Oh Gods, what if they’re not that good at all? Dammit Noctis just do it already…  

After the mental prepping he knocked on the office door in front of him and he heard that oh-so familiar voice granting him entrance and his stomach fluttered.

Noctis entered the room with his eyes to the floor and he closed the door behind him, the small box containing his gift situated behind his back so it was out of view of the recipient. He looked up and met the gaze of his most loyal and trusted friend and adviser, one Ignis Scientia.

“Ah, hello Noctis, how are you?” Ignis raised his head from his paper work and smiled at Noctis and it sent his stomach into a gymnastics act.

“H-hi, Iggy. I’m good thanks, hope you’re alright too heh.” Dammit Noct…

“I am well, thank you. Pray tell, what exactly are you hiding so terribly behind your back?” Ignis chuckled as his gaze met Noctis’ again and he froze. Uuuhhhh, this wasn’t in ‘giving gifts for dummies?!’...

“Oh, um, it’s nothing special, I just thought that you of all people deserved something for their birthday and so… here you go, Iggy.” Noctis stepped forward and placed the small box on Ignis’ desk. It was a simple black box accented by a ribbon in Ignis’ favourite shade of purple. Noctis watched as the slender man raised a brow at the box before taking hold of it, unwrapping the ribbon gently and opening the box. Ignis’ eyes widened and Noctis felt his heart drop to his feet.

“My word…” The slender man lifted the contents from the box in one hand to admire them. They were a new pair of Crownsguard gloves, modified slightly. They were near enough identical to Ignis’ current ones, although Noctis had made specific arrangements with the clerk to use the best materials that they could get their hands on - and being a royal family, that meant a lot of potentialities - so that they allowed for better comfort and durability than his old gloves. Or rather, his old ones if he chose to accept Noctis’ gift. The only other difference was that on one strap the name ‘Scientia’ was engraved and the other, ‘Caelum’.

“Noctis… these are beautiful…” Ignis rose from his chair and walked around his desk, smiling at Noctis before he pulled him into a gentle embrace. Noctis couldn’t stop his hands from wandering around the back of the slender man and holding him, if only for a few sparing moments. “Thank you, I will treasure these always.”

“I would hope you will wear them as well,” the raven-haired boy quipped, “but not yet, your duties have been covered for the next two days courtesy of yours truly and you are to spend that time with me. I will hear no objections, only witness your acceptance.” SEE, I CAN be formal when I want to be…

“Oh my, well consider me silenced. I accept your proposal.” Ignis laughed, uncharacteristically beaming at the young boy.

“Meet me at our training room tomorrow at 7pm. I have a little something planned for you.” Noctis felt his confidence rise momentarily and he gave the slender man a wink as he spoke, moving for the door to make his exit.

“Consider me there, your Highness. See you at 7pm sharp.” Ignis returned the wink as he mocked a bow at Noctis and he wasn’t ready for the flurry that action sent his stomach into. Noctis simply nodded then and headed out of the office door, closing it behind him and taking a quick moment to catch his breath before heading home for the evening.

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Watch. He’s already there. And he’s already prepared because he’s Ignis fucking Scientia and he’s fucking perfect and when is he NEVER prepared for ANYTHING and oh gods I’m rambling to myself… Noctis was a mess of feelings as he approached their training room. This was a room that Ignis, Gladio, Prompto and Noctis used when they wanted to be free of the Citadel but still have enough grounds to train in; be it written training or physical. For now, though, the occupants were to be just the nervous wreck of a prince and his trusted adviser and… friend. Yeah, we’ll leave it at that for now…  Noctis approached the door and opened it, his sight being graced with Ignis’ lithe form occupying one of the benches on the other side of the room. Somehow he hadn’t heard him open the door and this gave Noctis a few moments to observe. He knew Ignis was lean and well kept, but he had never truly taken the time to admire him when he was rid of his jacket and in naught but a well fitted crisp-white shirt and black slacks. His legs were longer than he remembered, although he’d never really taken much time in the past to observe them. His- “You’re three minutes late, yet I suppose I can dismiss such rebellious behaviour this night…” Ignis quipped, lifting his head to smirk deviously at the raven-haired boy. Noctis was clad in similar fashion to Ignis, except instead of a heavenly white shirt Noctis wore a hellish black shirt that defined his scrawny being as well as Ignis’ shirt defined his supple, toned torso.

“My apologies, birthday boy, but I had to be looking my best, y’know. Couldn’t let the side down…” Noctis chuckled as he entered the room, smiling warmly at Ignis.

Ignis laughed in response, “so Noct, why are we here? You told me to meet you here but ceased to mention your intentions.” Ignis did that thing he did that made Noctis want to never take his eyes off him. He leaned his weight on one leg, crossed his arms and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, meeting his gaze. Gods be damned…

“W-well, Iggy, I-” Noctis saw them then - the gloves that he gave to Ignis yesterday - he was wearing them and it made Noctis beam with happiness. “Ahem, as I was saying, I wanted to take this opportunity to get- no… ask you to teach me how to dance.” The raven-haired boy felt his face beginning to redden as Ignis’ expression shifted until he settled with a smile.

“My, my… I never thought I’d see the day. This truly is a special occasion if you are in fact offering to learn instead of myself or Gladio forcing you to thanks to royal protocol.” Ignis chuckled as he shifted his weight and began moving towards Noctis. He stopped in the centre of the room and beckoned the prince. “Come then, my lady, we shall start our session. I do hope you have the appropriate music at your leisure.” Ignis bowed and lifted his head in mock amusement, waiting for Noctis to make his move.

“Well, my fair gentleman, aren’t you glad I came prepared.” Noctis smirked back and pulled his phone from his pocket, pressing the play button and the speakers set up around the room began playing a wonderful salsa mambo. Holding back a laugh from the wrong choice of music Ignis waited until Noctis was almost flush against him and he held his right hand up.

“If the lady would be so kind as to take my hand, we shall begin our lesson.” Ignis’ posture was perfect and it was then that it truly hit Noctis how well versed in the dancing arts Ignis was.

Noctis scoffed at Ignis’ mocking and he raised his hand to meet Ignis’, he wasn’t prepared for the way Ignis intertwined their fingers together, however, causing his breath to hitch slightly. The way the leather of his new gloves felt against his skin was marvellous. Ignis took a mental note of it but decided to stay silent on the matter. “Now, you will want to rest your other hand on the gentleman’s shoulder like so,” Ignis instructed as he lifted Noctis’ other hand to rest on his left shoulder.

“Huh, easy enough. Looks like we’re ready to start embarrassing me,” the raven-haired boy chuckled, straightening himself up properly in preparation.

“Indeed, now, follow my lead and try not to step on me too much…” Ignis gave a sly smile before he began to move and Noctis was quick to follow, his full attention now on Ignis.

Forward, to the side, forward, to the side again, forward, oh a different side this time… The dancing itself proved to be much more fun when it was Ignis he was learning from. He’d tried countless dancing teachers and actual dancing at balls but nothing ever compared to the embrace o- “Hey! What was that for?”

“Eyes, on me, Highness, you’ll never impress the ladies if you keep at bruising their shins.” Ignis chuckled as he squeezed Noctis’ hand gently.

“Well, what if I don’t want to impress the ladies…” the raven-haired boy retorted under his breath, just so Ignis couldn’t hear him. Or so he thought.

“And why would you not want to do that Noct?” Ignis asked, starting up the dance again. Noctis could feel his face turning the same shade as a red giant but he didn’t want to hold back now - not after all these years in silence. He made a bold move to bring Ignis down so that he was lying in his embrace, Noctis leaning over to hold him up. Of course, it didn’t actually go that way and mid transition Ignis fell from Noctis’ grip and he went tumbling to the floor, the raven-haired boy falling on top of him.

Even more embarrassed than before Noctis willed the strength to carry on and look Ignis in his surprised gaze, despite his extremely flushed appearance. “Well… that’s because I don’t want to impress anyone other than you, Ignis… that’s the way it’s always been…” He could feel his normal self trying to force him away from Ignis and run home to not see him again for at least a week or so, but today was different and he stood his ground uncharacteristically. Ignis had no words, the only reaction he gave as Noctis frantically searched his expression for a reaction was his eyes widen so far that he thought they were going to pop out of his head. He wasn’t ready for what happened next, though. Ignis raised his leather-clad hands to Noctis’ face and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

Noctis couldn’t quite believe what was happening but it was exactly what he had hoped for and so he returned the effort. His hand drifted up Ignis’ side as they both indulged in each other’s essence a while longer before the slender man broke the kiss. “N-Noct… I-” Ignis was cut off by Noctis lifting his finger to his lips. “Nope. You don’t need to apologise or explain yourself or anything like that today. All I need is a simple yes or no: do you want this? Do you want me?” Noctis quizzed as he scanned Ignis eyes for his answer. Words in that moment were not good enough for Ignis so he answered with another kiss, deeper this time and with much more intent soon to unfold with it...

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #fluff #ignoct #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #asukasin

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Jonghyun - The Letter - 2017.06.14 - Fan account

Epic Fan Account of Doom…or Fluffiness (but that sounds less cool)

People who follow my blog attentively might know that I flew to Seoul on Monday to see Jonghyun in concert on June 14, because I only mentioned it like 14142112313 times on here. This trip went as smoothly as room tempered butter on a piece of toast. Pics and a video of my trip and some fun facts can soon be found on my travel blog, but no one cares about that now, right?

Let’s get to the actual content of this post *whips out her non-existent kazoo to play a song*

@krge @gone-with-the-bling, because you two wanted to read it! ^^

I went to SM Town at noon to buy some merchandise. I had typed down everything I wanted on my phone to make things easier for me as well as the staff working at the merchandise stand. When I arrived shortly before 12 around 30 people were already waiting in line (or more like sitting on the floor). Luckily they played Jonghyun and SHINee videos throughout the waiting time on some huge screen, so the time until 1pm passed really quickly. 

It was my turn after only 10 minutes, but by then the kazoo was already sold out, which still shocks me. Not every person in front of me bought one so I’m still wondering how many SM actually sold? 15? I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that they only sold a handful of kazoos. I already read several fan accounts that they were quite short on some of the merchandise in general, but I thought it would get better in week four. Apparently not…I’m still meeh about it, because the kazoo was the one thing I looked forward to the most. Anyway, I got my merchandise (I went a little wild *coughs*. Random side note, the T-shirt is such good quality! I’m in awe and will never take it off again! Especially compared to those flimsy T-Shirts with that ridiculous sizing they had for the FIVE tour in Japan, Jonghyun’s T-shirt can only win.) 

Left side: Jonghyun’s T-shirt (free size) Right side: SHINee’s FIVE T-shirt (size S). The thing with the FIVE T-shirts, before you wash them the print looks beautiful because it’s holographic. After washing it this effect is gone. The material is also much thinner than the one they used for the Jonghyun T-shirt, and the sizing was ridiculous. Those T-shirts were super short as you can see in the photo, but super wide (it’s like a crop trop in a way) I don’t even know how Minho wore that T-shirt with his long upper body. Jonghyun’s T-shirt on the other hand... I mean you want to wrap yourself up in it and pull it down to your knees (which I can’t, because I’m too tall, but smaller people can wear it as a dress, which is adorable). They were produced in different countries, which might be a reason for the difference in quality. I don’t know, but SM please produce your Japanese tour shirts somewhere else in future!

After taking photos with the shining babes at the photo booths (SM ships 2min and Jongkey…just saying) I went back to the SM merchandise shop to buy some more SHINee merchandise and then did some sightseeing around Seoul before coming back at 7pm for the actual concert that started at 8pm.

I sat in the left block in the third row, which was amazing, and I wish I had been able to stenograph during this whole concert to capture all the details as soon as they happened like

[Jonghyun perked his eyebrow | Dead | He just growled | Deader | He smiled | Deadest]

But yeah, that didn’t happen. So please bear with me, I try to write it down as accurately as I can remember it, but like I already mentioned in my ‘fan accounts’ for the SHINee concerts I’m only human (an old one on top of that) and I can’t possibly remember everything (even if it breaks my heart). So please be aware that the following passages will be filled with a lot of cringe worthy love that I feel for this adorable human being. 

You have been warned! 

So, grab a snack, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride. I should just write this like a fan fiction…lmao (maybe not)

The opening VCR was him riding in a car and then walking along the beach. The presentation of the video was so nicely done, because they switched screens from left, to middle, to right as Jonghyun walked along the beach, so the audience basically followed him in his steps. He also looked astonishingly beautiful in that VCR, but let’s be real…when doesn’t he look astonishingly beautiful. The VCR was shot together with the video to ‘Lonely’, because the beach and the outfit he wore were the same as in the music video.

We stood up for the opening songs, which is always nice of course, but also made me very uncomfortable, because I was a head taller than anyone else in my block, and I constantly worried that people behind me might not be able to see the stage that well. Sorry people who sat behind me, I can’t do anything about my height T_T. Like I mentioned above I was sitting in row three, but I forgot my glasses at the hostel and therefore Jonghyun was still a little fuzzy around the edges, and I naturally tilted my head to look at the screen from time to time (force of habit…which I acquired during the Japanese concerts). 

Jonghyun wore a white T-shirt instead of the red one for the opening stage. Something like one, two, three Seoul Youth was written on it. But I’m not completely sure if that’s completely accurate, so don’t nail me down on it. 

Just like the red T-Shirt he sleeves of the white one had been generously cut off. However, I sat on the wrong side and only caught a glimpse of the tattoo on his ribs. Pity! But better than the T-shirt were those jeans! His jeans were torn in all the right places and whenever his legs moved one could see the muscles nicely contract in his thighs (is that too detailed, I wonder?) Anyway, I can attest that the boy got some booty and thighs now (@every-person-who-has-an-url-talking-about-jjongs-non-existent-butt-might-consider-an-url-change). I have to admit that I spent the majority of the first three songs with looking at his thighs and butt. I’m sorry, Jonghyun. Please forgive me my rudeness! I’m just not used to seeing you having an actual booty.

There were dancers accompanying Jonghyun for a lot of the songs again. Though, while I thought they are a nice touch during the X-Inspiration concert, they often felt like too much for this concert series, and to me it didn’t feel like they added much to the performances. But that’s just my opinion, and I’m sure others loved the dancers. As I mentioned in my “I’m screaming into the void, but I have to scream anyway post” right after the concert, Jonghyun came to the left side of the stage in the beginning of ‘White T-Shirt’ and pointed into my direction while saying ‘You’re so rock n roll’. He could have also pointed at all of us, but let me have this one little moment of fangirl love and let’s all assume he did point at me, because I stood out the most in a lot of ways, and yes, I’m more rock n roll than even Mr. Kim will probably ever be, so it would have been very fitting. (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ lmao

So, that being said I was totally overwhelmed by all the fan chants. I mean sometimes I love doing them, but at other times it feels suffocating and too much, like I’m part of some Army? I have the Japanese SHINee fan chants down perfectly. You can wake me up in the middle of the night, play me a random Japanese SHINee song and I will do every fan chant perfectly (including synchronized fan light movements). I’m also quite confident in doing the Korean ones, but most of the Jonghyun ones just exhausted me. I can’t even remember if we did all of them in December? December is still such a blur. It’s a pity that I didn’t write everything down back then, because my brain is weak and so was my heart. Anyway, it took me a few songs to get into the right fan chant groove.

When the VCR to Rewind played I was shocked to hear Jonghyun speak German. I was like O.O ??? What is this foreign but familiar sounding language doing here? Is he Lady Gaga? There was Spanish, and Japanese as well…I wonder how he came up with using German and Spanish from all existing languages. Did he open Google and ask ‘How to count in different languages’ and he thought those are the fancy sounding ones? Or did Jonghyun think ‘Roo’s ancestors were German, so let’s go with some Rammstein vibes’. Either way I’m still not over it. Kim Autobahn you can speak random German words to me all day. The video was just like the song title… very repetitive. Jonghyun did the same things again and again. But I believe by now most have seen the snippet of the VCR that was posted a while ago.

I have to admit that I was a little disappointed in ‘Suit Up’. It is one of my favorite songs on the album. The band was way too loud and overpowered the softness of Jonghyun’s voice while singing the beginning of this song. The audio technicians should have changed the volume of the microphone or something since it’s never a good thing if the band is louder than the singer. As of the performance of the song, Jonghyun was rolled inside on some arm chair by some pretty female dancers who tried to ‘seduce him?’ I’m not sure, but they also stripped him off his purple jacket and his tie later into the performance, so I guess we can call it the art of seducing Kim Jonghyun. But like I’ve mentioned earlier while I loved the dancers during the concert in December, I felt like they didn’t fit the mood for the letter series, but do you do Jonghyun or SM, whoever decided that it’s a good idea to include dancers. He wore a purple suit during this segment by the way. There was a fan account that stated that he looked slimmer, because the pants fitted looser around his thighs than they had done before. I agree with that account since the pants indeed were a little looser, but I’m not sure this had anything to do with weight loss. Is it possible to lose so much weight around one’s thighs in a mere week? I don’t know. I don’t know. It also doesn’t matter…he looks beautiful no matter the shape or size! So, let’s move on.

‘Staring into Space’ was absolutely adorable, but I didn’t expect anything else, just watching him put on the robe and the little bed cap made everyone in the audience squeal in delight and him smile shyly in return. He knows he looks adorable in that outfit, but he still always acts surprised when the audience is more excited about him dressing up in cutesy outfits than seeing him undress himself. Anyway, the props for this performance stood on the left side of the stage. Some boxes, some lights, something he could sit/lie on. I’m not sure what it was exactly, something like a bench covered in pillows and a blanket? At first he only sat on it while singing, and I was already like…boooohh everyone said how adorable you get during this performance, don’t disappoint me now! As if he had heard my thoughts he lay down with that little dog plushie (that wore some polka dotted hoodie) and pulled down the sleeping mask, and then playfully tugged the mask down on one side so only one eye peeked out. You can imagine the squeals coming from all sides. He continued with pulling the other side down as well so his nose and his mouth were basically covered by the sleeping mask. It looked adorable. He’s such an adorable human being and he’s very aware of that. After the performance ended he got up to take the robe off and he was quite amused by the disappointed reaction of the audience, because everyone wanted to see him continuing the concert in that outfit. It’s definitely a look! Next SHINee comeback should include sleeping masks and robes.

For ‘Blinking Game’ some fancy looking lights were lowered onto the stage behind Jonghyun, and the scenery gave off the atmosphere of some fancy jazz club, and one only waited for a contrabass to start playing.

We used the hand bells for ‘Gloomy Clock’, and Jonghyun had a lot of fun altering the rhythm randomly to confuse the audience. Sometimes he really does act like a little kid, having the most fun by bringing mischief to the stage. But it shows how much he enjoys performing, and seeing him have so much fun, makes one’s heart feel really warm and fuzzy.

I’m quite sad that the talk segments were basically me sitting around and having no idea what Jonghyun was talking about. That’s what I personally like about the Japanese concerts, because there I understand most of the things they say, which is quite nice. But yeah, it’s not their fault that I don’t speak Korean. Anyway, before the cockroach song he looked for a couple again (apparently there was none…or no one wanted to out themselves) so he picked out some girl who had been single for a very long time. I only understood a few words, and tried to figure out the content of their conversation by clutching onto every straw that was thrown, and after that one fan account I was surprised to realize that I wasn’t that off with my speculations. It was really fun listening to their conversation, because that girl was very fierce (I loved her since she was not shy to voice her opinion) and ranted so much that she apologized several times when Jonghyun got all ㅎㅅㅎ--- O_O--- :’D and wondered why she sounded like she was mad at him. It was adorable. She mentioned Minho at some point, but I’m not sure what she said. Did she refer to him as her ideal type? I don’t know. 

The cockroach song was awesome live, and the animation of the cockroaches were so adorable! Especially when one cockroach was sitting on Jonghyun’s head. He got all embarrassed when he saw himself on the screen with that cockroach head on his, and started laughing. Speaking of little, embarrassed Jonghyun. He also got very shy when all the fans excitedly waved their fan lights around when he sung the now infamous lyrics of ‘Where are you?” You know the drill. It was amusing. But what else did he expect the reaction of fans to be when he wrote those lyrics? Probably no one is going to look at him in disgust when he sings ‘Where is the person who is going to kiss me?’ Are there any fan accounts about what Minho did during this part when he attended the concert yesterday? I expect Choi to jump up from his seat and point at himself!

The second girl he talked to was one of the people who sent in letters. I have absolutely no idea what the conversation was about, but she was very shy and said annyeonghaseyo very, very awkwardly and shyly and also sounded slightly bored on top of it (an interesting mix), which Jonghyun apparently found quite amusing and mimicked the greeting in the same awkward manner and tone. We can conclude Jonghyun likes to play and tease the audience. In general I got the feeling that he really enjoys talking to the fans, listen to their stories, and give them advice. It felt like group therapy session with Doctor Kim. For the talk segments he walked around the stage and when reading the letters he sat in an arm chair in the middle of it. At some point he was wearing a huge white shirt with a wide collar and some pretty necklace. It was such a nice and dreamy outfit. Did I mention how beautiful his eye make-up was done? His eyes looked so pretty and shiny, and… *inserts all the hearts*.

The stages I feared the most were the ones starting off with ‘Let me out’. I really thought I would start crying him a river right then and there, but luckily that didn’t happen. The prop for this stage consisted of some cocoon looking 2m tall foldable wall that surrounded him, and he wore all black with a black corsage like binder around his waist. Let me tell you that corsage did things to his figure. I mean we all know he has a tiny waist, but that binder only emphasized that, which made his shoulders and arms look massive while it made his waist look even tinier. Especially when seen from the side with the light falling onto him he looked like some statute in a museum. I think this was my favorite outfit of the night, because he just looked very dark and mysterious, but also very soft and beautiful at the same time. This guy is just a contradiction, but what else is new.

Like some fan accounts already stated the performance to ‘Let me out’ is quite intense and Jonghyun puts his everything into it, but just like with ‘Suit up’ the band overpowered him during the quieter parts, which is a pity. I don’t know if this was a general problem and just no one mentioned it until now, because fans tend to throw all form of critic out of the window as soon as they are graced by his presence or if the concert I attended was an exception. Maybe they should have arranged those songs differently, because performing them live requires some special attention in my opinion so the haunting feeling of the music and lyrics get across to the audience.  After ‘Let me out’ Jonghyun pushed the cocoon open and continued with ‘Elevator’, one of my all-time favorite Jonghyun songs. It was very powerful and I sat in the audience with goosebumps.

The duets between Jonghyun and Shawols were beautiful. He should consider recording a song with a bunch of Shawols as duet partners in future. I especially liked the Shawol duet to ‘Love belt’, because it makes it easier to yell ‘I NEED YOU. I LOVE YOU…HOLD ME’ at Jonghyun without seeming like a crazy person. (/・・)ノ

The VCR before the encore seems to change every so often and while it was a rice brand Jonghyun advertised last week, he did some advertising for a drink this week. He tried to act as if he was seducing that bottle in his hand, and ran it along his face and so on. It looked hilarious. I laughed so hard. I live for funny VCRs. After the video ended everyone’s head suddenly turned to the entrance of the theater, and I was like ‘What is going on? Why is everyone turning their head around?’ I figured out why around ten seconds later when Jonghyun came down the aisle on the left side for ‘Deja Boo’ and everyone started screaming. Holy guacamole I wasn’t ready for seeing Jonghyun that close. I thanked all existing Gods on this planet that I sat in the left block so he passed me only a few feet away and came to a halt right in front of my block. HE’S SO TINY!!!! *USES ALL CAPSLOCK IN THE EXISTENCE OF CAPSLOCK* AND SO BEAUTIFUL!!!! Wow, I was so dumbfounded that I just stared at him like the weak fangirl I am. How do people survive fan signs? I mean yes, he’s just a normal human being, no need to put him on any pedestals (that’s 100% correct) but holy daisy…if he isn’t one of the most beautiful human beings I was able to lay my eyes on. His skin was glowing! If it had been me standing right in front of him in that first row I probably would have gaped at him without feeling any shame. He has just a very engaging aura. I mean it is one thing to see him up close on stage, but when he’s literally on eyelevel with you…oh my oh my…how do people manage to act all normal around him? Are they dying on the inside from all the tiny firework explosions and fan feels? Tell me your secrets survivors of the US fan meets!

Random anecdote: 10 years ago I met my back then favorite guitar player during a meet and greet and expected to die right then and there. However, I didn’t die and I carried a table with him instead and told him how tiny he is, which resulted in the singer laughing and saying ‘Well, what a nice compliment!’ Me being as smooth as a spiky cactus. So thinking about this fan girl episode of mine I probably would say something stupid instead of dying inside. But I matured, I wouldn’t call Jonghyun tiny to his face. I learned from this embarrassing episode that still haunts me at night sometimes.

The concert ended with ‘Fortune Cookie’ and ‘Beautiful tonight’. As always Jonghyun directed the audience during ‘Beautiful tonight’ and I looked at every kazoo around me in envy. I wanted to become a kazoo kid. I will forever be bitter about this. But I might just buy one from ebay and start my kazoo career anyway. No need for Jonghyun’s concert logo on this genius music instrument. I loved how he cherished every single person in the band accompanying him, and jammed along to every instrument. He played air bass guitar, it was so adorable and cute and I just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pat his head.

The ending of a concert always makes me feel very empty and this time was no different. As soon as Jonghyun left the stage I felt a wave of ‘So this was it. The final goodbye’. It’s always the worst part of a concert, because you just don’t want it to be over yet. The concert was a little over 2 hours, I believe, and everyone stormed out of the concert hall to wave Jonghyun goodbye at SM Town’s side entrance. When I arrived at SM Town that day I tried to figure out where all those ‘Arrival’ and ‘Departure’ photos had been taken, but I didn’t have to look long for it, because the entrance is right next to the actual entrance of SM Town. So, I followed the crowd and waited behind a barrier. I think at least half of the audience waited for him there, and most of them had their phones and cameras ready, already filming the door. Some of the girls even had little stools they could stand on so they could see the entrance better. He exited the building shortly after, waved into the crowd like usual and then disappeared into the waiting car. Nothing too dramatic…

It was a beautiful concert; very cozy and somehow very intimate. I for one belong to the group of people who prefer small venues, and I never understand why some fans have it as a goal to attend a Tokyo Dome concert at least once in their lives. I mean you do you, but it sounds more fun than it actually is. I already disliked the size of Saitama Super Arena with a little over 30.000 seats and I don’t want to imagine how a hall filled with over 50.000 must feel like. Yes, the ocean might look beautiful with 50.000, but it already looks beautiful with 500, so I don’t know what the big deal is…especially if you happen to only get a ticket on the fourth/fifth floor. But to each their own I guess. One needs to have a goal in life after all, and if it’s attending a SHINee concert, then that’s a really good one! So, you go Shawols! ^^

I should end this here, but I want to add a last note on the global packages. Last year I got a global package for the first X-Inspiration concert, because a) I didn’t know better b) his first concert was on my birthday and therefore I wanted to go there whatever the cost. As most of you know the global packages are very pricy to begin with, but in the case of the X-Inspiration concerts they also offered a lot in return, and you could choose the price category of the hotel. So after calculating everything, I thought, well the price is not too bad, and I still don’t regret buying that package, because it was a wonderful experience that I treasure a lot. However, this time the prices for the global packages were even higher, you couldn’t choose the price category, and they offered nothing at all except for the goodies. All I thought was ‘SM, what are you doing???’ This being said, if you have the money, just go for it, but if you are on a budget you might want to look around a little. There are trustworthy Korean sites which people use to resell their tickets and if you are lucky enough you might find a ticket to a reasonable price. The one I found was only 40$ more than the original price and was a seat in the third row, so I’m not complaining.

So, in conclusion: Did I have fun at the concert? Yes, I did! Was it enjoyable? Yes, definitely. Would I do it again? Oh yeah, anytime. There is just something about Jonghyun or SHINee as a whole group that makes me incredibly happy, and I’m very thankful that they never fail to put a smile onto my face.  ♡

Thank you! (♡＾▽＾♡)

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