#and he has the creepiest smile and in a low voice says 'hey. just letting you know i'm here'

[empty-dream]

Just watched 13 Reasons Why S4

Ended up making a full blown commentary per episode because this is finally the last season and I’ve been enjoying this mess since S1. I even forgot that it was released until a friend brought it up to me. So in short,

Ep1

OKAY WHO DIES AGAIN HUH??

Clay, narrating: *I'm good at hiding shits so my parents don't notice at all." His parents: *concernedly looking at him pale and mushing food on the dining table*

The concequences of investigating murder cases and creating conspiracies instead of studying your ass off because it's a damn school really caught up huh.

Charlie holy shit I love you he's so chill and good.

It's been years I still can't believe Justin is really adopted by the Jensens. Funny that now the table is reversed, with Justin finally actually doing better and taking care of the increasingly-ill Clay.

SCOTT!! OH MY GOD! SCOTT REED!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIIITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAA!!!

Wow my headcanon is approved, he already graduated by S3. No reason he didn't hang out with the gang after all the shits in S2 if he was no longer around in the first place.

He's still so nice even in Clay's trippy nightmare. Is that what Clay remembers about him? Well not really surprising, considering Scott actually was worried about him in S2.

Good god finally Clay meets a therapist- Wait a minute that's the guy from CSI:NY?!?! Isn't Clay just gonna get clobbered instead.

Okay I knew they are really close and I do adore their relationship so much but HOLY SHIT THEY ACTUALLY GO AT IT WITH ALEX AND ZACH???

Alex: *panicking over the kiss* Zach: Ayy don't worry let's just continue perhaps-suicidally hanging out on dangerous rooftops that you were almost fall to your death from. Alex: ????

Ep2

That narration of Clay ranting about college applications. I'll drink to that bruh.

Ya I too make my applications and other supposedly important matters at 3AM instead of any other more sensible time.

Oh my fucking god that is the creepiest smile I've ever see.

I feel like as Justin gets better and better with his life, Clay goes worse.

Justin is so excited about going to college! You deserve the future man. 

The old-time stoners and drunkards are rehabbed or dead. Enter Zach.

Winston: *eyes and ears up to your shit 24/7*

Nobody likes Tyler in S1 but now everybody likes him.

Okay. Cops doing shit jobs at protecting. This feels too real with this situation right now.

Clay's adventure to put the trash into the trash bin.

Omg they got the paint to the lab this is going real CSI.

Idk about u but at this point I don't exactly want to pay attention to Jessica/Justin problems anymore.

I know Zach and Clay don't get along and that's why I need their adventure together.

Clay drunk-puking on Justin. Well well well how the turntables.

The return of Monet!!

"I have 2.8. If I work hard, I'll get 2.9" Winston omg same.

Tht held gaze between Alex and Winston.. Is this slow burn fanfiction???????

Yes Mr. CSI it will definitely get worse.

I know writing about your feelings can make you feel better but probably not in your college essay form.

Ep3

I'm starting to think Clay is the one who dies in the end? Idk tho.

I guess the toll of busting ass trying to save everyone by yourself is catastrophically high, huh, Clay? Funny that he now goes from 100 in S3 to 0 in here and that's actually realistic.

Alex and Winston are really pining each other with Zach in the background lmao.

"You don't wanna go on the Valentine Dance with me? Even as friends?" Well sometimes there are moments when you just don't go back to being friends. It's an actual normal thing.

And besides the last time Alex goes with Jess for something she wanna do, he ends up murdering somebody. So.

"Hey Zach. Hey punch me. Hey you pussy now? Hey hey. Bitch." *poke* *poke* *poke*

No Zach he's trying to save all of your asses. You can't just say that.

Charlie is really just there trying to do his best in this shitshow and like Justin I wanna laugh but also am proud.

Everyone: *being paranoid and unto each other* Alex and Winston: *having the date of their life*

I wish everyone doesn't have this level of trust issues but then again we won't have a shitstorm drama like this.

When did this become "what is love?" philosophy class?

"You know love but you love so fiercely and sometimes it hurts."Wow Mr. CSI you hit the mark.

How many parties can the Liberty High hold in a year?

"You go with Charlie to get back to Justin, right?" Wow Diego you HIT the mark.

I still have problems with Ani as a character, but I do like her casual banters with Clay.

You know, with all these trust issues, I'm surprised nobody actually tries to peek on other's phone. Like, I know that's low. But, you know, faster solution. And better than having mass hallucinations.

Oh God the football team really is a bunch of jerks. Good fucking thing Scott is outta here.

Alex and Winston almost die like couples in a cheap slasher movie.

"Fuck Love." Clay Jensen, 2019 (according to the movie timeline)

Ep4

Why is Charlie talking? Why is he wearing the football jersey? Who on earth dies?? Is it Zach? Justin? Somebody else from the football team? But the content of your speech man...

Ah yeah. Clay did survive a great big deal of many ugly shits. Single-handedly thanks to adrenaline, mostly.

Jess got a point tho. Ani could have followed Clay to stop him, by herself or with the gang. What did she do? She spied on Winston and Alex, and then went back to the dance. So much for handling anything themselves.

Or maybe, the gang shouldn't have let Ani and Clay take care of it themselves.

Does anybody in this show ever figure out Clay has dead people hallucinations?

Domestic Jensen family is my everything.

Charlie really out there bribing Zach with his homemade cookies I-

Ah yeah, I kinda forgot that in reality Alex and Winston have a really difficult situation. With Bryce and Monty stuff.

"Looking back on your time at Liberty, do you have any regrets?" Really? Isn't that all they have?

"Who do you trust most in your life and why?" Everybody: *immediately side-eyeing each other*

Clay c'mon wtf Justin is really just worried sick and trying to help you. Aaand he's gone.

Jess you don't put your hands into something without checking it first...

Why would you only send 2 adults to supervise 30-50 kids on a camping wildlife trip? They wouldn't be able to do shit.

"I thought you were a football player!" "I AM a football player! And so are YOU!" Gold.

Dream!Monty and Dream!Clay really sit like that and I almost laugh were it not for the fact that I do that too. It's strange to see that for once, they talk normally, heart-to-heart, without the usual snickering, chiding, all that venom.

Oh shit they really make Monty and Clay mirror each other like that. They both protect people they love but have tendencies to snap, one way or another.

Zach, dude, I know you've been a real good friend. But Alex almost died. Twice. Because of your drunken ways. And you laughed. Didn't you spend an entire season trying hard to not let him die again? What's wrong with you?

When did this become a horror movie?

The Standalls :((

CHARLIE MY MAN WITH HIS COOKIES. And incidentally, a wild Zach appears.

"So are we gonna fall apart or trust each other now!" Justin my man.

Clay dude that would have been an amazing entrance were it not for the fact you looked insane.

I can't fucking believe they just go normally at campfire like that. Two people almost died. Several got beaten. What the fuck.

Does it come from the bottom of your heart or it doubles as a threat, Clay?

Alex you had us at the first half not gonna lie.

GR A NO LA CA MP C O OKIES? ??

Wait. So who has been fucking around with the football team? Who moved Clay?? Huh??

Ep5

GUYS THERE IS A THING CALLED GPS ON THE PHONE?? What are you? 3?

Justin finally breaking down after 5 episodes being the most decent and healthy person around. Well Charlie is too but he's new, so.

Finally an obligatory meeting at Monet.

CYRUS AND THE PUNK GANG!!! God I love you guys where have you been. And you guys are computer geeks?!?!?! Perfect.

My question exactly, Clay. Good replies tho, Cy.

I'm still thinking how for a nerd, Clay knows A LOT of people and knows who to ask what.

"How am I even friends with you?" Ya Alex that's my question too. How are you suddenly bff with Zach? I don't remember you two being close in S1?

Hm. If you aren't holding his family at stake, there is no way Tony would even think to rat out.

Mr. CSI starts going CSI on Clay.

I almost forgot Charlie's last name is St. George. The cast goes by Charlie mostly so.

Justin really shows up at the party with the angry mom pose and disappointed look at Clay. The turntable, people. Flynn's voice got raspy.

Oh no no Clay you don't go there. Please don't split my Jensen-Foley brothers like that. Meanwhile the punk gang be like just watching there.

C O O KI E S??? Goddamn Charlie do you bring cookies everywhere you go??

Charlie my boy you T_T I was kinda suprised that the cookie baking actually had a sad backstory.

Clay-Zach bonding that I fucking wish for oh yeah. I definitely didn't expect it with piano and drunk singing tho.

While Clay is having the time of his life, Tony is seeing life flashes in his eyes.

Yassss he winssss!!!!

Caleb's expression when the sherrif hugs him lmfao

Nice try Sherrif but Tony knows your tricks.

"What of any of this is okay?" Wow things you'd never hear Justin says in S1.

Meanwhile, Charlie and Alex are high on weed cookies as fuck. Their conversation is the most interesting thing I've seen beside the Scott cameo till now.

The look on Justin's face when Clay pushes him :((

MY DUDES HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ABOUT JEFF'S DEATH? WHAT HE WAS ACCUSED FOR?! You do not, under any circumstances, drive drunk.

Ep6

Clay be spitting truth.

They really be discussing Clay's chronic hero syndrome huh.

Okay. Operation Clay-Zach failed.

Weren't Zach all fuck it all yeah! kinda guy? Guess when you are the one who faces death it's not that fun anymore huh.

"One Clay Jensen is enough" Jess truth.

Do Alex and Charlie really study Spanish in front of Tony who is not helping at all? That would be embarrassing lmao.

Clay: Fuck off. Hallucination!Monty: *sits next to him*

Gotta hand it to Timothy Granaderos. He could go venomous to puppy eyed in 1 second. Amazing.

Man. School shootings are fucked up. There are many things I wonder about mankind and one of them is why is school shooting even possible?

Hallucination!Bryce: Hi I’m sorry I’m late. I hear this is time for Clay’s dead people hallucination party.

"Are you a hero or a martyr?" Wow they really throw the question.

And here is Clay sitting under the desk between his two most hated dead people hallucinations whispering moral dilemmas to him.

Meanwhile Winston and Zach got high.

Charlie helping Alex to breath.

The talk with Estella and Tyler.

"No offense, you are cool, but I don't wanna die with you." Zach chill lmao.

Are.. Are you sure outing that to Winston is a good call, Zach? For a guy who was super paranoid that his gang would narc him, he sure is loose mouthed himself.

I like how everyone from Tyler to Zach to Winston, admits that Alex is a really kind guy.

Wow Tony did you really expect anyone could do anything in that situation, in fucking Evergreen situation, for that matter?

Charlie is a great friend wow.

Cl-CLAY DON'T GO OUT that is EXACTLY what you are NOT supposed to do!!!

Goddamnit Clay. Holy shit Clay. 

Dylan Minnette really worked hard in this scene.

.......... WAIT A MINUTE IT'S NOW ACTUALLY CHARLIE ALEX????? Tony be just walking in.

Ep7

Clay really got into a psych ward. Talk about darkest hour. And it’s only ep 6?

Wow Ty that's some brave lines.

Which hallucination-induced person is Clay talking to before Ani gets there?

Ok that therapy session made me tear up.

These kids are having college interviews at the worst time possible. They are all fucking breaking down one way or another.

And Charlie just, really never gives up on Alex huh.

What's most important to Clay is his friends. Real quick to answer that question huh.

God Justin lashing out at the Jensens. It's the first time he does it and it hurts.

Zach holy fuck. I appreciate you didn't out it but holy fuck you didn't have to do that are you trying to die

Clay-Tony combo is back baby I miss them so much. Although perhaps Tony you would mind a bit about Clay's health because clearly he was out of it.

This is so short. I too really don't like application essays and interviews and the inevitable revisit of the sadder parts of my life because of them.

Ep8

When did this become sci-fi apocalyptic story?

God I miss the time when Clay's dreams are just Inception-styled trippy shit with Scott randomly says hello and gets him water.

Okay. Everyone's got their own way to cope with existential and moral crisis huh.

You know what, I would like one movie out of this sci-fi dream.

I knew it Tyler was a bait to smoke out illegal gun dealers. Is that... An okay thing to do for a high schooler? Sounds fucked up, all things considered.

Yaaay Justin's got the college! I'm super happy!

Wow Estella good question.

Wow Tyler good statement. If they trust each other a bit more, everything would have been a bit better.

Ah shit. Justin relapses again.

Does Tony need to be pummelled first before he finally goes all off to finish his opponent or what?

Is this going Big Brother Is Watching

What the fuck. That locker fight scene is disgusting.

Jess and Clay might throw shades at each other but together they share one brain cell.

"I think it's a walkout, Sir" Tyler lmao

Wow Zach and Alex heart-to-heart.

Cyrus really steps on some pedestal to make his point.

Aaand Zach and Alex really go all out on "doing it right" huh.

They really have students vs cops riot at this time. Talk about timing.

It's nice to see the punk gang enjoying the fighting again.

Dude what happens if you don't have anything on your bag tho.

Aaaah the punk gang with Tyler again!!

"Why are you with me and not with Charlie?" Zach ouch that hurts.

Zach no no no Zach get out of there too Zach pls

Clay really becomes 2nd in command to Jess huh.

Charlie tries to save Clay but gets whacked on the head instead. 

Tony you came back!! Oh so that college scout was.. Oh.

Oh shit Clay. Oh. Shit. I should have realized that. Goddamn.

Ep9

"I like sleep." Charlie me too. 

God Alex and Charlie literally sleep together jaldjwaownaljewoalsj that some cute shit.

Wow Clay really takes Mr. CSI's advice to round up the gang and confesses. That's a step.

Charlie sometimes has a good idea, huh.

The Jensens meeting is probably the reason why the idea of parenthood scares me.

Also Clay and Justin really put the practice of "tell the parents the less-harsh-but-still-harsh truth, then ask them to get prom back" by the book. And it's awkward.

Aww Charlie coming out to his dad and the response he gets... When you put the rich fams like Dempseys, Walkers and Saint Georges together, the last one is really the only healthy one huh.

Way to go Jess!

Ah I forgot Alex has an older brother.

Aaaahhh Charlie has dinner with the Standalls! Their reaction is so sweet!

"Does he make you happy?" "Yeah. A lot." AHDKWJWOAKDUWLAOEL I mean after everything that has happened to Alex, man I am so happy he can say that with a fond smile.

WHAT THE FUCK HAHAHAHHA CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK HOLY SHIT LMFAO I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST AN TRIPPY ANIMATED IMAGINATION THING and Alex is so done with his extra shit.

Wow Ani you do karaoke good, asking Jess out even better.

OH MY GOD IT ESCALATED. Also Alex is right that one is creepy Charlie.

I thought by special doughnut Caleb means some diet-related stuff fit to Tony's menu for fighting. Why didn't I expect a literal Will You Go To Prom doughnuts?

CHARLIE PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAHA you dumb rich kid where did you get all those lamps and prop candles.

"Would you love me any less?" Aww Clay knows Justin loves him.

"You three all look adorable" Ya Jess, same.

Tony really out there doing the "I'm here because he's here" to Caleb.

Clay, Alex, and Charlie be like judging Zach hard.

Oh right that one kid from Cyrus's gang is gay and he brought his boyfriend!

Zach: You two sitting here like it's a funeral. Also Zach: *proceeds to continue sitting as well*

"We deserve to live." Finally something from Zach's mouth that I can agree for this season.

I love that Tony and Caleb are such good friends to Clay.

And now it's Winston turn for dead people hallucination.

..... The door to the other side again.. :'''((

CHARLIE AND ALEX WON THE PROM KINGS AAAAAAHHHHHH I mean with all those extra efforts, it'd be hard to not to. And there goes Alex finally giving in to dance.

I don't like Luke the football guy when he's the enemy but I like him when he's a friend. He's a hype man lmao.

Alex I'm so happy for you man. I'm glad you are finally happy. My heart was tight at the dance part .

Everyone: *dances* Clay: *sits there, monologuing philosophically*

I like that Clay and Ani finally being honest that they don't fit each other romantically. As romance goes there is not much romantic tension between them. And they have way too many flawed traits that when paired, would turn the relationship sour and possibly toxic in the end.

Justin do u like to show up and make everyone step aside for you or what.

I like that Clay was just watching from a distance. Then at last minute decided to join the crowd with his mother, whom he had a few trust issues with in all seasons.

Charlie: "Foundry's gay?!" Alex: "Mind's blown" Me: Same.

There has been nothing wrong going on in one episode, aside from the Zach one that's timely stopped by Charlie and Alex. I'm suspicious.

Ah. Yes. Of course.

Oh my god Justin's the one dead huh?

Ep10

Oh thank God he hasn't died. Yet.

Oh God Justin no. No no no.

Get your shit together Zach. Even Charlie tells you that.

No no no not like this not after everything oh god.

Somebody would you actually please run after Clay too.

Oh my god Clay.

Oh my god Alex you. Even when he admits it to Winston, he still covers for Jess. I- oh god.

It's been only 15 minutes and it hurts.

Charlie and Alex, the moms of the group.

You know, for a guy who says he doesn't love Justin, Alex gives a lot of shit about him. I guess you can still be around people you don't like?

I know the kiss is huge news Charlie but that's not the issue here lmao.

Zach: *hugs Clay* Clay: ????? Alex and Charlie: ?????? Zach: *pats Tyler's head* *leans on Clay*

The Padillas :''')

Clay Jensen. Class speaker. Wow.

Yeah Mr. CSI's voice is really calm, rather chilling, actually.

"You've looked at death too many times for a young person." Damn right Mr. Jensen.

Ah so that's the reason why Zach stole that letter. Makes sense, emotionally.

You know, I did say Idc anymore about Justin/Jessica problems but when it gets to this point, I can't not care.

So many people come to the hospital...

Clay and Justin's talk. I'm sorry I can't hold it in anymore. I'm fucking sobbing at this moment.

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead just like his mom. But he died not in the same way. He died holding his bro's hand. He died surrounded by his family. He died with people who loved him around.

"After everything, this is how it ends." Fucck

DID HE HAVE TO DIE??? DID JUSTIN FOLEY-JENSEN HAVE TO DIE?? Did you really have to put yet another sucker punch in the last episode of the season?? Yeah I know real kids and people do die from AIDS but really? After a whole season of Clay screaming kids wants to live to the point he lost his mind???

I spent the entire funeral screen crying. I couldn't even scream again when Scott is present in the funeral. I know he'd be there but god I can't right now.

Mr. CSI sure knows super effective ways to make Clay react.

"If Justin's dead, the none of the rest of it matters. " Clay..

He opens up.

Oh yeah I forgot Charlie is a junior.

AAAA COURTNEY AND RYAN ARE HERE!!! I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!!

SCOTTTTT!!!!!! And CHLOE TOO!! It’s nice that they come together. But they aren’t like, together, right? I mean if he is her boyfriend she would say his name right away to Zach instead of a mere ‘would you like to meet him? He’s outside.’

These 4 are such good friends to attend their friends’ graduation ceremony.

The punk guys in toga are so... Refreshing to look. Such hype men.

"It's easy to hate. It's easy to fear. It's goddamn hard to love. But it's not optional. It's essential." Jessica Davis, everybody.

Jeff, Hannah and Justin really died in the span of 2 years. Add to that is Bryce and Monty, whose deaths left uncountable traumas on top of existing traumas. Yeah. It was hellish time.

Scott’s proud small smile when Clay gives his speech. Im love.

"Choose to live. Even on the worst day, life is a pretty spectacular thing." Clay Jensen, everybody.

Ma boi Zach really teared up at Clay's speech. 

Luke and one of the punk kids talking about some geek thing I am not familiar with I-

“No offense Luke. You’ve got great arm but you haven’t been known for your brain.” PETER That BURNS LMAO

Poor Winston just being alone. OH HELLO RYAN YOU ARE FAST.

Zach is gonna study music! Nice foreshadowing since he plays a lot of music this season.

Clay having a gratitude moment with his parents and Scott be like munching cupcakes in the background.

Oh god Hannah ...

Wow the old tape gang is here!! The nostalgia hurts.

They bury the tapes on the same hill again asdfwosaiofai.

Kinda salty Sheri and Scott aren’t here. But then again I guess back then Scott was just helping Clay and co when he could and mostly minding his own business. HOWEVER isn’t Sheri like in the tape and pretty prominent too :(( Like she was really cool with Clay (despite the whole guilt over Jeff), tried to make amends and really helped with the polaroid cases.

Also you can't just insert Scott in Clay's dream and then not have them interact in the end. The dream was such a perfect bait. Like we know at least they apparently get along well.

Everything in Jessica’s final conversation with her Bryce hallucination. Everything in it.

Ryan: “Gordon Lightfoot?” Ha Ryan you miss a whole lot of drama.

Fuck I'm tearing up again at Justin's essay. He deadass makes an entire essay about Clay and how he is his savior I- 

Oh my god they end it exactly like S1 with Tony and Clay riding away. They are really each other’s ride or die.

That’s it. It’s over. It’s been a long trainwreck. So the 2019 class graduates, so does Justin, they are doing uni right now and keeping in touch with everyone. Bye.

#13 reasons why #13 reasons why season 4 #random saying

[etlunainmorte]

❄ Three Wishes ❄

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"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

V seriously has no idea what turned him into that of all things in the first place. All he knew was that Avery and Roman were planning for something truly special for the kids in the neighborhood of Swan Lane for Halloween. Ideas were discussed, plans were formulated, even some weird props were bought from the local store.

What happened next was easily the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to the poor, clueless poet.

And that was almost seven weeks ago.

Despite that, V would still cringe from time to time whenever someone reminded him of that. But, it doesn't matter. All he knew was that, in spite of wearing heavy makeup and some form of unspeakable costume, you were there.

You were there.

And he could still remember the moments and every bit of conversation he had with you that day.

It all started when Avery and Roman transformed their mansion into a haunted mansion. Not only that, everyone he knew was commissioned ( not asked or invited ) to show up on that day in their most impressive Halloween costumes. Kyrie and Nero, being the two biggest suckers in the world when it comes to children, graciously accepted, and made costumes of their own. Dante, whose water and electric bills were due on the first of November, reluctantly accepted, and declared that he made a costume that would end all costumes. Nico also answered, and her participation involved effects such as different colored - spot lights, creepy sound effects, and a fog machine. Even Shadow and Griffon were given roles of their own.

And V? Let's just say he has no other choice but to go along with Nico's idea, since he didn't have enough time to buy or make a costume of his own ( unlike Dante, who chose to lie around the shop all day, the poet accepted jobs left and right, even though it pushed him to his limit most of the time ).

They had one job: to scare the children who dared enter the mansion and give rewards to those who could make it to the last room.

And Nico, being Nico, invited you of all people.

"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

"I'm serious here, V! She's already skulkin' 'round the courtyard." Griffon declared, his eyes were as wide as V's. "She'll be here within a few moments!"

Meanwhile, as you walked cautiously about the courtyard that was cutely decorated with skeletons, scarecrows, and graveyards, you felt someone stalking you from behind. You couldn't help but giggle, fully expecting something to jump out of the bushes and try to scare you.

And a few seconds later, as expected, something did jump, not from the bushes, but from one of the Styrofoam tombs. It was brown, it was furry, it has frightening claws, it has yellow eyes,...

... and it was wearing a pair of Fortuna University jerseys with the numbers 007 in it.

"Huh?" The werewolf thing mumbled as he scratched his head in confusion. "Were you even scared?"

"Umm, what are you supposed to be?" You asked the Wolf - man with an apologetic smile.

Nero was able to smile despite the few pounds of makeup and prosthetics on his face and flexed before you, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "I'm Bond. James Bond. Teen Wolf Bond, actually."

"Oh. Okay,..." you nodded. Not wanting to disappoint the young Devil Hunter, you added, "Oh, but, hey! That's a very creative costume!"

"I made it with Kyrie. The idea is mine."

"Well,... I like your creativity. Good job!"

"You do? Hehe, thanks!" If Nero could wag the fake tail that was attached to his bottom, he could very well do it multiple times in happiness after hearing your compliment.

"Go get 'em, Teen Wolf Bond!" You said, saluting him. Nero saluted and went back to where he was hiding to wait for his new victims.

Then, you made your way towards the mansion. Before you could even enter the premises, however, the door opened by itself, allowing you to walk freely and wander about the place.

Hmm, this must be the Artisan, Nico’s idea, you thought as you smiled and accepted the invitation. Nice touch,...

However, even before you could take a few steps inside the room, something jumped from one of the Grecian statues and howled with the full intention of scaring you. But, you didn't. Instead, you felt yourself bursting with muffled laughter at the sight.

With hair severely slicked back using some kind of cheap one - dollar wax, face hilariously pale with pharmacy - grade foundation, and a blue coat done with the worst stitching possible, Dante made quite an impression.

The smile on the Legendary Devil Hunter's face vanished as you finally let out the suppressed laughter that was quite literally killing you.

"That's not the desired response,..." Dante mumbled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"I told you! No one's gonna get scared with that." Avery, who just came down from the second floor dressed up as Morticia Addams, scolded.

"You're wrong there, señora." Dante retorted. "My brother is the creepiest, most frightening creature I've ever met."

"I'm sorry, who?" You asked through your uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"My brother, Vergil!" Dante proudly announced. "Scariest of the scariest douchebags I know. He's away on a mission right now."

"Well, I'm not scared of him." You answered after catching your breath and finally calming down. "Unless he's a zombie who raids local pharmacies for cosmetics like how you're portraying him, that is. Then, I would definitely get scared. Of the real one."

Dante's pout almost made you hysterical with laughter once more, and before he could further embarrass himself in front of the children who would come and explore the house, Avery stepped in and intervened. "Think of a different strategy. I know you can do it." She said with a mighty tap on Dante's shoulder.

And with a smile, you left the two and headed for one of the rooms on the right. Skipping the life - size portrait of an evil - looking doctor with a moustache ( Avery placed Lancaster's portrait back on its former place for added horrific flair ), you entered what looked like a living room, complete with a sofa, a glass top table, and an old television in front of it. Thinking that the person here could be emulating a scary scene from a popular horror movie, you sat on the sofa and glanced at the television, which was currently only airing some weird static.

With a feeling of sheer anticipation for what's to come, you drummed your fingers on your lap and waited. And a few moments later, you noticed something coming out of the television's screen.

Nice detail, you thought to yourself as you watched a hand pop out of the screen. How are they doing this?

You continued to watch as another arm popped out of the screen, and inch by creepy inch, the lady in white finally managed to come out of the television.

So, she's doing the girl from Ring! You thought as you watched the lady convulse and hiss at you, her rotten face actually doing a good job of unnerving you. She didn't do anything else aside from that, however. She remained where she was, rooted to the ground and convulsing.

And so, as you thanked Nero's girlfriend for doing a marvelous job on her scary prank, you got out of the room just in time to hear some childish screams coming from the great hall. 

Dante must've changed strategies now,...

As you were about to leave the hallway, you noticed something blue and shiny on the ground. You grabbed it right away and realized it was an exquisite feather that seemed to glow and cast light to the dark hallway. You looked ahead of you and noticed more of these blue black feathers scattered on the floor, clearly leading towards another room.

Rightfully thinking that this could very well lead to an interesting discovery, you followed the path made of feathers that was made solely for you. Picking the beautiful feathers one by one and collecting them, you felt the temperature in the mansion clearly dropping by the second, and when you reached your destination - a door which was being pointed by that last feather - you heard someone running about on the other side. You even heard some voices, not one but, two.

Smiling and feeling excited, you opened the door,...

... and saw nothing, aside from the three or four bookshelves and the old grand piano in the middle of the room.

Taking a step inside, you cautiously looked around the place, waiting for something to come out and chase you around.

The door closed on its own, and the temperature dropped even further. You closed your parka and took a few more steps. Then, you noticed something on the stool in front of the piano - a steel pot.

Raising your eyebrows, wondering what a steel pot was doing there, you walked towards it, and before you could even grab it, you noticed something that looked like a dishcloth next to it.

A steel pot, and a dishcloth,...

Do they want me to rub this thing clean?!

Rolling your eyes and chuckling at the simple thought, you carefully placed the feathers you collected on a small table nearby ( you wanted to make something out of those ), took the steel pot and the dishcloth and started rubbing it, waiting for something to happen,...

"Oh! Now?" You heard a whisper from behind one of the bookshelves. "Okay, here goes!"

All of a sudden, something like a weak electricity ran through your whole body and startled you, making you drop the steel pot on the floor, and when you bent to pick it up, black smoke rose from it, engulfing it and swallowing it whole.

Where did - ?!

"Greetings, my lady." A low voice spoke. You slowly looked up and saw,...

... that gentleman you met at your cousin's wedding.

Now, who was this man again? Oh! It's V! His name is V. Although,...

... what’s that funny – looking turban doing on top of his head? Why was he standing like that, all proud and mighty, with his arms crossed over his chest?

And, most importantly, why was his skin blue?

"Umm,..." You began, uncertain how to respond. "Y - your steel pot,... I don't know what happened. It seemed so real and - "

"You have set me free from a hundred years of slumber." V spoke in what he hoped to be a mystical kind of tone. "And to show you my gratitude, I shall now grant you,... three wishes."

"W - wait a second here, three wishes?" You asked, finally figuring out what V was supposed to be. "Do you mean to say you're a Genie,... trapped in a steel pot?!"

V felt his face heat up at your words but, due to his heavy blue makeup, he was most definitely certain that you couldn't see through his shame of being a Genie for Halloween. He knew you have every right to laugh at him, to mock him for going through such a foolish thing, however,...

... you only gave him a gentle and understanding smile as if you sensed his discomfort.

And it warmed V's heart.

"Wanna sit down for a while?" You offered, and a few moments later, you were laughing at his stories of how he ended up here doing Avery's bidding once more.

"Stand in a steel pot, she said." V said, his words making you laugh harder. "It'll be fun, she said."

"I'm glad you didn't stand in a steel pot, though." You answered as you gave the man an apologetic look. "One comic relief for a Halloween attraction is enough. We don't need to add another."

V hummed in agreement, not saying any more words to add to the conversation.

For a while, V just sat there beside you, appreciating the quiet and peaceful moment between the two of you. No words were exchanged between you for a while, and yet, despite that, V truly felt at ease next to you.

It was like,...

... he was back during that time when he first met you. Not during the wedding, no, but, way back.

It was right here where he saw you after wandering about in the dark for so long. You played the piano for him, and you even gave him words of encouragement. And those words were the very weapons he used against the evil that once imprisoned the innocent souls here in this mansion for its own gain.

It was also here where he kissed you for the very first time.

And he was well aware that, unfortunately, you couldn't remember a thing about him, only that you knew you have seen him before but, couldn't remember when or where exactly. He confirmed this, himself, when he started observing you from the moment you reunited with him during Avery and Roman's wedding.

And now, as he observed you in the corner of his eye, he noticed the subtle look of sadness in your face. You may have shown him that you were happy and well, when, in fact, you felt the opposite. And it unnerved, no, worried V, a lot.

He desired nothing but your happiness, he didn't need to see anything else but your smile. After everything you've been through in your past life, he knew he must give you what you truly deserved and more. He will give back everything he owed you, for saving him, for making him see the truth in the face of evil, for making him believe that he's strong,...

... for believing in him despite everything.

Right then and there, he made up his mind, and he swore he would never repeat the mistakes of the past.

He vowed that he will make you the happiest woman on earth.

As he stroked the antique locket in his pocket, he turned to you and quietly uttered your name.

"Hmm?"

"Have you thought of them?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your three wishes." V clarified. "Have you thought of them?"

"Oh! I,..."

V helplessly watched as he saw you fidget on your seat. Did he say too much?

"What I mean is," V added. " ... you've set me free from the confines of the evil steel pot. I feel it is only fitting that I should return the favor."

And to this, you giggled once more. You found it simply cute and adorable that, despite his discomfort in playing the role of the Genie, he still managed to be in character.

Somehow, you felt that he's doing you a kindness you don't deserve. Would it be like taking advantage of his kindness?

"Oh, Mr. V, you don't have to. We're basically just playing trick or treat, right? I mean you don't have to go to so much trouble,..."

"But, I insist." V answered with that disarming smirk of his. Damn, that smile! "And you can call me V. No need for such formalities."

Just like how V felt a few minutes earlier, you felt your face getting hotter with just that killer smile of his. However, unlike him, you're not wearing any makeup, save for some light lipstick and mascara. You could never hide your true feelings from him.

And so, with a sigh, you decided to just play along. "I suppose you will have a negative reaction if I ask you to turn me into a millionaire,..."

"Is it what you truly want? Wealth? Then, I could - "

"No! I mean, I'm only joking." You smiled nervously, feeling shocked after learning that V truly meant his word - that he really wanted to fulfill your three wishes. "It's not what I want."

"Then, please, tell me your deepest desires." V urged, his insistence actually making you a bit nervous and excited for the wrong reasons. “And I shall turn it into reality.”

With a deep sigh, you contemplated on what to say for a while. And when you finally decided on what to truly wish for, you spoke once more.

"Okay, first of all, I want you to have a rest day every once in a while." You noticed the look of question in his face and immediately clarified your statement. "Ah, I didn't mean this in a bad or hard way, believe me! It's just that, I noticed you work too hard, you barely have enough time for yourself. Maybe eat outside or cook something. Have fun with friends. Go to the mall, shop for clothes, or watch movies. Or if you want, you can drop by our house anytime you want and gran and I will prepare something for you. Or maybe, ahh, hang out?"

"Is that," V mused, a look of fascination in his gentle features. " ... an invitation, my lady?"

You swore he could kill you with that sultry voice and that devilish smile of his! You were even positive that you were blushing quite madly and shamelessly right before him. "I g - guess so. Yes."

"Oh, my. How generous of you. Well, then, what about the second wish?"

"Umm, let's see,... I want to," You muttered as you looked up at the Victorian style ceiling. " ... I want to have a proper rest."

"Hmm, and what does the lady mean by those words?"

You smiled guiltily at him. "I’ve been having some difficulty in sleeping for a month now. I just toss and turn around in bed, and I still couldn't sleep."

So, that explains the dark circles underneath her lovely (E/C) eyes,... "That,... must be really,... bothersome,..."

"Oh, you could say that again." You agreed, then sighed as you allowed your posture to slip for a slouch. "I miss those days when I could easily sleep like a child."

V hummed, then, a few moments later, he cleared his throat and went on. "And the third wish?"

"I want to move on."

The words came too fast that it almost slipped past V's radar.

What,... did she mean by those words?

"You,... want to move on?"

"Oh! Ah, scratch that, please. It's a joke, n - nothing too important,..." You stuttered, fully knowing that V would see through your lie.

And see through it, he sure did.

The desire to go out and have fun with friends. The longing to have a peaceful sleep.

And wanting to move on.

He knew, or at least figured out, what was really going on.

With a simple smile, he raised his metal cane that once belonged to Victor Blake ( not William Blake’s descendant ) and gently tapped your head with it. Then, as softly as he could, he raised your chin with his long and slender fingers and made you look him in the eye.

"Your wish,... is my command,..."

After your talk with the mysterious V, the rest of the day went by without so much as a ruckus. The host and hostess Avery and Roman, dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams, graciously welcomed all the guests at the gate. Almost everyone who visited the house had their photos taken with Nero as the Teen Wolf Bond. However, he was not the most popular Halloween attraction. Dante, who finally made up his mind to chuck out his cheap Vergil cosplay, decided to just throw all pride and pretense aside and simply morphed into his Sin Devil Trigger form to scare people. And he became an instant hit. V declared he was too tired of granting people's wishes as the Genie after your conversation and decided to let Griffon and Shadow ( who only scared and bullied the hell out of the people who made out of Dante's prank without so much as a tear in one eye ) take over as his wish - granting familiars. Nico, who was staying in one of the rooms on the first floor, enjoyed the hell out of frightening people with her awesome effects.

And Kyrie? Apparently, she was stuck in the kitchen, waiting for someone to get lost in there so she could offer them the magical potions she made as a Good Witch.

There never was a Girl From Ring in the first place,...

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❄ Snippets of V and Reader's conversations were based on a real - life conversation with @la-vita . ❄

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #prologue

[devintrinidad]

Unfinished Business

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13015189/1/Unfinished-Business

"Hey, White Blood Cell." AE-3803 began in a cautious manner. While she followed her friend on his patrols around the body, she carried a basket filled with nutrients. At his nod of confirmation to affirm that he was listening, the erythrocyte continued. "I have come to the conclusion that your friends are weirdos."

"Oh." He peered down at her, his left eye looking down at her in what most would think was the creepiest stare that they had ever seen. However, since she was used to his taciturn disposition, she more or less brushed off his creepy aura. "Are we that strange compared to the red blood cells?"

AE-3803 shook her head.

"I don't mean it in a negative sense. However, while red blood cells and white blood cells grow up in the bone marrow and arise from the same progenitor cells, you can't deny that we're...very different." The red blood cell took a bite of her sandwich, smiled at the flavor, and gestured for the white blood cell to take a bite. "But, I actually admire you guys a lot, especially since all you do is ensure that the rest of us cells live a happy and healthy life."

"And I already told you," the neutrophil chided playfully, "you don't have to thank us. We are, after all, doing only our jobs."

The red blood cell swatted at his arm, but immediately sobered as she tried to press the topic that had been bugging her for quite some time.

"Well...I think it's mainly your friends that are the biggest weirdos in the bunch. Remember how one of them carried me to the lungs? Or how all four kidnapped me because they were bored?"

The first part of her statement rankled U-1146 a little, but the second part of what she said was new.

"Wait. What?"

"Yeah," AE-3803 continued, oblivious to how U-1146 froze at her admission. "They literally blindfolded and knocked me out after I traveled to the alveoli. Don't worry, though, 2001—I think?—led me back to the lungs. Do you know why your…"

The redhead's words froze in her throat as she saw that her friend looked paler than most neutrophils. His hat hung low over his face, his lone eye looked like he had seen the worst things imaginable, and he seemed lost in thought. Heavens above, did she break him?

"Ah, White Blood Cell!" She called out to her close companion. Perturbed at his lack of reaction, the red blood cell tried shaking his left arm a little. "Are you all right? Nothing bad happened to me!"

Laughing to alleviate the neutrophil's apprehension did nothing but raise AE-3803's stress levels.

"They kidnapped you?"

"Umm...did they not tell you that?"

U-2146 steadily held her gaze as he shook his head in what seemed like an omen for disaster.

"Er, that look of murder on your face doesn't look too good on you when you aren't chasing bacteria."

U-1146 looked down at her, his expression softening just a fraction.

"Noted."

And before the erythrocyte could say anything more, the neutrophil waved goodbye, migrated into the narrow crevices of a building, and vanished.

"Hey! White Blood Cell, please don't do something ridiculous!"

U-2001 moved through a narrow passageway that was mostly reserved for white blood cells. Although he was unhurried, there was still a sense of urgency. On one of his patrols, he had spotted one of his colleagues, U-1146, stalking off in a direction opposite to his. Because they were friends, 2001 made as if to wave 1147 over, but he had to stop. There was some kind of dangerous aura that emanated from his fellow white blood cell. Frightened, but still curious, he began to shadow 1146.

For some odd reason, the white blood cell that he was tailing didn't seem like he was doing anything out of the ordinary—not that 2001 expected him to do something illicit. Given the dangerous vibes that 1146 was emitting, any other blood cell would think that he was out for fresh blood—bacteria perhaps. However, given that both their receptors remained near the base oftheir necks, that probably wasn't the case.

So why was 1146 looking like he was about to blow up?

"Hello, Mr. Neutrophil!"

Startled, 2001 literally jumped from the shadows of the building that he had been spying his colleague from and onto the pavement. As he adjusted himself to his surroundings, he found himself staring up at an apologetic erythrocyte and an outstretched white glove. Recognizing that the erythrocyte in question was the red blood cell that 1146 had taken a shine to, he readily took her gloved hand and heaved himself off the ground.

Would it be presumptuous of him to assume that maybe she would know what was eating at his colleague?

"Ah, hello Miss Red Blood Cell," he greeted. "Did you happen to talk to U-1146 recently? I just saw him a few minutes ago and he looked...murderous."

"Really? I don't think I—" Suddenly, the questioning look that was on her face was replaced by one that was filled with fear. Her face paled, almost as if the hemoglobin had completely drained from her cytoplasm. "Oh gosh...I think I may have something to do with it!"

2001 grabbed her by the shoulders, fully concerned about his friend's wellbeing. What did she do? What happened?

"Tell me! Is it something dangerous?"

"Haha, yeah...remember how you guys kidnapped me that one time?" She mumbled, "And how one of you carried and launched me point blank at him?"

Abruptly, 2001 let go of the red blood cell as if she were some virus ridden cell.

Oh, no.

All of them, himself included, didn't inform their colleague of what happened. It wasn't a conscious decision; his friends certainly didn't meet up with each other and vote to keep the situation under wraps. It's just that...the whole kidnapping fiasco was so ridiculous and completely out of character for them, it just never came up in conversation. Their conflicting schedules and lack of imposing threats also led to the overall conclusion that maybe they wouldn't have to own up to having acted out of their duties.

Unfortunately, they never took into account that the red blood cell that they had targeted was the wild card.

"Umm, Mr. Neutrophil, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize…"

2001 immediately turned to her and immediately felt the cytosol drain out of his already pale face. Her lips were trembling and she looked so small under his towering frame. Her eyes met his and he was shocked to note that her eyes—hazel and all too innocent—glimmered under a haze of tears.

Back when he was a mere myelocyte, he never experienced the tears of a young girl. Most myelocytes were males, but those who were female mostly ended up as eosinophils. Even so, they were designed to be tough and showing weakness so willingly wasn't encouraged. (Training myelocytes to become the main defense patrolling the blood vessels wasn't as rigid as it was in the thymus, but it could be just as harsh in some regards to their training). So when 2001 found the guilt radiating in the young erythrocyte's eyes, he couldn't help but fidget with his hands and wrack his nucleus for the right thing to say.

Was there anything that he could say?

"H-hey! It's not your fault! Like I said, it was my colleagues and their weird meddling ways...d-don't worry too much about it, Miss Red Blood Cell!"

She seemed to stop her little spiel of crying—much to 2001's relief.

"A-are you sure? Because—"

He waved away her concerns before he awkwardly patted the strange divot that was on her hat in order to further calm her down.

"It's okay, Miss Red Blood Cell. At least, now we know that 2626's hypothesis wasn't all too far off…" That last part was mumbled, but the young erythrocyte happened to hear that last part.

"Er—"

"Ah...we should probably rectify the problem before something terrible happens, yes?"

"So scary!"

"Why does he look so murderous?"

"Let him be. Who knows what goes on in an immune cell's nucleus."

4989, a little perturbed by what numerous cells were commenting, asked, "Hey, are they talking about us?"

2626 shook his head.

"I don't think so. We've been at this cafe for a little while now. Must be a newcomer." As 2626 took a sip of his favorite brand of green tea with a side dish of some bacteria, he peered outside the cafe's windows. "Although, I wonder which one of us was so frightening. Some of the platelets are cowering in the corners!"

4989 toyed with the spoon that lay within his teacup, a bit bored with the explanation.

"Maybe it was a T-Cell. Those guys are always causing trouble for the normal cells whenever they're free."

"In the blood vessels? Remember your schooling, 4989," 2626 chastised as he chewed through a particularly fleshy bit of bacteria. "T-Cells usually congregate in the lymphatics unless called out by the Helper T-Cells for backup in the blood vessels."

"Yeah, yeah! I remember...but how can you explain the complaints from outside? It's been ten minutes and some of the red blood cells look like they're about to lyse themselves." Despite the annoyed front, 4989 looked anxious as he drained the rest of his green tea. "I think we should get back to patrolling instead of causing the locals stress."

2626 nodded distractedly—he was still stuffing his mouth filled with bacteria and washing it all down with green tea.

Within seconds, both of them were out the door and—

"Men, we have a problem."

"Geeze, 2001! Give a neutrophil a head start on PCD, why don't you?"

2048 lay in one of the marginating pools of a deep in a vein of the upper arm. For the time being, he allowed himself to rest and mentally prepare himself for his next round of patrols. He had been resting for quite some time when he felt his transceiver vibrate in one of his pockets. As he fished it out, he could hear 2001's voice urging him to answer right away.

"I'm in the upper arm. What's happening?"

"I'm trying to fix a problem that has arisen within our ranks."

Immediately concerned, he asked, "Should I be worried?"

"Very. Meet us at the lungs. Over."

"Uh, sure. Roger that."

As 2048 stretched his legs and hopped back onto the main roads of the blood vessel, he felt a great sense of dread. Kids what made 2001, a usually laid back white blood cell, act so...unsettled?

When 2048 met up with the rest of his squad, he took notice of 2001's grim face and the twin grimaces upon the other two neutrophils, he immediately felt like backtracking. However, he was still a white blood cell with a task to protect the body. Bravery and determination were only but a few of the traits that were needed to be part of the immune system. Therefore, against his instincts to turn tail and leave them to resolve their own issues—whatever they may be—2048 stepped forward and announced his presence.

"Yo."

"2048, good of you to come here. As you can probably tell, we've got ourselves a problem."

"And—"

"Just so you know, it's all 2626's fault!" 4989 interjected as he pushed his favorite colleague in front of him. "I was just supervising and 2626 took it too far!"

2626 rounded on his partner in crime, a wounded look on his face.

"Last I recall, you were the one who had the idea all along. You just needed my help to actually see—"

Before 2626 could continue on his hurt tirade, 2048 spotted the red blood cell looking at them with a look of utter confusion on her face. Unlike last time, she didn't look too uncomfortable in their presence. Understandably, though, she stood off to the side and watched them curiously.

"Miss Red Blood Cell! What brings you here?"

"Hello, Mr. Neutrophil!" Her face colored a little—presumably because she was surrounded by neutrophils. Still she pressed on with her greeting, completely ignoring 2626's look of utter bewilderment and abandonment. "I actually came with your colleagues. It was kind of my fault that U-1146 found out that you kidnapped me. I'm sorry!"

She bowed her head and seemingly held her breath.

Oh gosh.

She was so cute!

2048 already knew that the red blood cell was quite cute—he did carry her that one time, but he was distracted by thoughts of teasing 1146–but her display completely destroyed him.

She was almost cuter than the platelets.

Nervously, he laughed as he waved away her apologies.

"That's what this is all about? I was expecting something more devastating."

"But it is."

At 4989's somber tone, 2048 found himself looking away from the erythrocyte and into his fellow white blood cell's direction. 4989 looked tired; his face was ashen. It was very rare for the youngest nuetrophil in the group to be so serious unless there was a bacteria present.

"We think that 1146 might be plotting against us."

"Erm...he's too kind for that sort of thing."

"You should have seen him, though! He looked like he was about to phagocytize the platelets when he last saw him!" 2626 cried aloud. "The platelets!"

Oh.

That was bad.

It was decided that the erythrocyte would first approach their colleague. After all, she was still one of 1146's closet friends and well...it's not like he was mad at her. That still begged one question that had yet to be answered.

Just where was he right now?

They could contact him via transceiver, but…

"You never know, he could have learned how to phagocytize cell's via transceiver," 4989 helpfully supplied.

Not that it was possible, but one could never know for sure.

So, they took the next best option.

Following AE-3803 around.

"Hey," AA-5100 whispered conspicuously. "Is there a good reason why there are four white blood cells stalking you?"

"Yeah...best not to question it."

AE-3803 was on one of her scheduled deliveries, but she was deliberately taking her time. It had been decided by the neutrophils that she try her best to attract attention from as much bacteria, viruses, what-have-you in order to gain the attention of U-1146. So far, she had been attacked almost five times, got lost eight times, and had run into her mentor at least two times. Both times, her mentor had merely eyed her curiously before stopping at a tissue for her scheduled delivery, but now, the brunette erythrocyte wanted answers.

Her mentor took hold of AE-3803's shoulders, her eyes flickering between her mentee and the four intimidating males who were busy plugging up one of the crevasses between cell complexes.

"Are you sure you're not in trouble"

"Actually, they're more in trouble than I am."

"And they're not bothering you?"

"I feel like I'm bothering them by not doing my job."

Taking the hint AA-5100 moved away from her friend and hoisted her package against her hip. With a small murmur of goodbye and a promise that AE-3803 would tell her the entire story when they had coinciding breaks, AA-5100 left.

Once her mentor left, AE-3803 ventured towards the currently plugged up crevasse and tapped her shoe against the wall, looking like one of those stern hematopoietic stem cells whenever they were feeling irritated.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be more subtle than this? I thought you were all military trained so that you could ambush bacteria."

"Impressive. However, your knowledge is a little lacking," 2001 noted as he popped out of the thin space. "That's more of a Natural Killer Cell tactic. We just happen to get lucky whenever ambushes happen. Other than that, we're just as subtle as a cancer cell."

"I see," the young erythrocyte mutters more to herself than to her white blood cell companion. "Still, isn't it a bit weird that we haven't seen from him in ages? I think you guys should resort to just calling him."

"And risk him killing us all!" 4989 popped out this time—without help this time—and resisted the urge to shake the redhead's shoulders. "Trust me, Red, it's better to attract him via bacterial invasion with you as an intermediary."

"Careful, little white blood cell, you might just get what you were wish for."

AE-3803, if she wasn't so used to it, would have fainted at the sight of parasite looming over the lot of them.

In the end, a kind hearted eosinophil with pigtails came to save the day. With one strike from her weapon, the parasite exploded into scattered pieces that had to be carried away by several troops of neutrophils and macrophages. The excitement of that encounter was far from over. Within one of the backup crews that came shortly after the incident, U-1146 had arrived.

Stoic and impassive, he barely noticed his favorite red blood cell approaching him until he was knee deep into the parasite's undulating membrane. Well versed in how neutrophils would phagocytize their enemies—she had been hanging around the white blood cells for so long, she practically felt like them already—she merely sat back on her haunches and appraised her friend.

Focused.

Impassive.

And not as mad as what his colleagues made him out to be.

"Red Blood Cell," the neutrophil murmured softly. He wiped the back of his glove against the smeared cytosol that was on his face and offered her a small smile. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be out on one of your deliveries?"

"Well...about that…"

Curiously, the white blood cell looked down at his companion as she stuttered out a hushed reply. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't make out a single word that she had just uttered.

"Do you mind repeating that?"

"Well, since you did mention that I was on delivery, I actually have to deliver something to you."

"I don't need oxygen."

"No, it's actually a message from some of your colleagues."

Carefully, the neutrophil kept his face as aloof as possible. After all, he didn't want to scare his friend.

"And what did they have to say?" He added a moment later, "And how come they aren't the ones confronting me?"

"They just wanted to make sure that you didn't phagocytize them first before explaining themselves."

"Phago—?"

"Please don't do it! If you do—" 4989 shoved 2626 and 2048 in front of him "—eat these guys first!"

"Oy, 4989—"

"Who gave you the right—"

2001, once again in charge of his companions' shenanigans, pushed himself to the forefront of the group and offered a sympathetic smile. Much to all the neutrophils' collective relief, 1146 nodded in return.

"We just wanted to let you know that kidnapping and overstepping our boundaries with your friend was completely all in good fun. However, we do realize that what we did was completely uncalled for and we all humbly ask for your forgiveness."

U-1146 continued to stare impassively at his fellow neutrophils before he took a step forward.

And another.

And another.

Until he was standing directly in front of them.

Even though neutrophils were usually the same height, for some odd reason, 1146 seemed to tower over all of them.

A beat.

"Oh, I already forgave you guys."

"WAIT WHAT?"

"WE'VE BEEN TAILING A RED BLOOD CELL FOR NO GOOD REASON!"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?"

2001, clearly relieved, but still wary, regarded the eldest neutrophil. Something wasn't quite right…

"I just took a walk to clear my head."

"A walk?"

"Yes, I happened to visit Dendritic Cell on the way."

Oh.

No.

And with that, 1146 guided AE-3803 back to her scheduled route to the lungs.

"Oh, we are so screwed," 2626 breathed.

2001 couldn't have said it any better.

"Hey, White Blood Cell, what did you mean? What's wrong with going to the Dendritic Cell?"

"Oh...we just made a deal of sorts."

In one of U-1146's many pockets, a small sachet of photos lay innocently within.

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[realityisiron]

What Happens Before a One Night Stand Sheith AU

Because it’s my birthday and I haven’t given you guys anything new that I’ve been writing, here you are! There’s a paragraph of super suggestive stuff somewhere below the cut, but that’s about it.

Enjoy!

He’s caught between the pulsing of the techno band and the flickers of Glitter Dusted Eyes in a Crop Top. Lance and Pidge are hopping up and down in the swelling waves of the crowd, Hunk bobbing his head and passionately mouthing the words beside them because somehow he knows the band. Shiro should be out there by anyone’s definition. If Hunk can do a spot on impersonation of this band’s ‘soprano in a wood chipper’ sound while in the middle of the dance floor, Shiro can surely swing his hips to the beat and act like he enjoys his friends. Which he does, he really does. But he’s far more in his element leaning against the bar watching from a distance. That way he can know all his friends are safe in one place and keep tabs on the doors and anyone offering them drinks.

And Glitter Dusted Eyes in a Crop Top – Crop Top for short – can’t accidentally brush against him at the bar. Shiro is positive his heart won’t manage well if that happens. They’d made eye contact a few minutes after Shiro and his group had ordered their drinks and Shiro had managed to smile without realizing it before – upon realizing what he’d done – ducking his head and trying desperately to slip back into whatever conversation Lance was leading. Maybe it hadn’t even been eye contact. Crop Top could have been casually looking around the room. Crop Top probably didn’t even notice the guy with the bad dye job on his bangs – AKA Shiro. Truth be told, the white hair was actually natural thanks to the accident, but try convincing anyone else of that.

Lance had the decency to wait until Pidge and Hunk hit the floor before he turned to waggle his eyebrows at him.

“Who was so distracting, Shiiiiiiiiiii-ro?”

Shiro stumbled through his sudden interrogation with “That guy with the black hair. And the crop top.” He hadn’t dared to mention the golden glitter around Crop Top’s purple eyes.

Lance’s only comment was that he should go dance with the guy. Since then he’s been, surprisingly, leaving Shiro alone. The grad student’s inability to make the first move is most certainly not going to interfere with Lance’s plans to dance until he drops and laugh until he can’t breathe.

Still, just because Shiro can’t touch – and hell below knows he wants to – doesn’t mean he can’t look. But only for three beats at a time. Any longer than that and he’ll start to imagine running his hands over that bared abdomen, feeling the shudders of Crop Top’s laughter beneath his fingertips. He’ll imagine what Crop Top’s voice might be like, a heated secret whispered in his ear and against the dip between his jaw and neck. Still, one bar of music is more than enough for Shiro. He keeps his drink in his hand, his head turned towards the stage, and – most importantly – his eyes on his friends or the band. Well, at least for a few bars of music. He looks every once in a while, which might just be the most masochistic thing he could have done to himself… and also possibly the creepiest. No problem, though, because he would deny carefully timing his glances at Crop Top to the grave.

It’s one of his music breaks again again, except for the fact that the band’s keyboardist is playing with a launchpad now, one hand dedicated to an electric chord while the other travels across the buttons unleashing arches of zaps and buzzes and trilling beeps. Five bars become nine, then twelve, then seventeen, and by the time Shiro thinks to glance back at the crowd Crop Top is gone.

Shit.

It’s not as if Shiro had expected having the good fortune to talk to the guy. While open to flings and one-night stands – even if a couple had become more than that by accident (see his entire friendship with Lance for more information)  – Shiro’s clubbing habits weren’t exactly helpful in achieving either. He avoided drinking enough alcohol in public to take off the edge, he tended to bottle up any thoughts of making the first move, and he lingered on the sidelines more often than not. Still, Shiro had reasoned with himself that maybe if Crop Top ever stopped dancing he’d make his way over and say something that in the moment he’d pretend was smooth. Tonight hadn’t originally been one of those nights where being with someone was the goal, but Shiro’s eyes sweep the club a second and a third time and he finds that maybe… well, maybe it would have been nice. And now…

Well now Shiro is left to imagine.

It’s too bad on several levels, because Shiro doesn’t even know his name, let alone his voice or-

“Hey. You wanna dance?”

Shiro tenses but doesn’t jump (definitely not, no, not at all) as he turns his head and finds-

Crop Top.

Glitter Dusted Eyes in a Crop Top.

In a small voice he manages a rather eloquent “What?” Shiro is honestly still reeling from the music and the eerily timed appearance and the way Crop Top has sidled up beside him with his lips tucked into this little smile because that’s not even fair.

It only gets worse when the smile splits into a grin - not showy or particularly charismatic like Lance’s, but sharp; a challenge. Crop Top’s eyes are dark beneath glittering gold eyeshadow, observant, fiery and heated despite their cool violet color. “I asked if you wanted to dance?”

Oh.

Oh.

“I don’t-“ The words are slipping out of his mouth until Lance’s rogue comment interferes. You should dance with the guy. Shiro huffs a laugh of disbelief that he’s taking Lance’s advice before he looks back over at Crop Top. “Yeah.” His drink – whatever it is, he can’t quite remember – is left abandoned as he slides off his stool. Shiro knows Crop Top’s hand is guiding him onto the floor – his brain is all too aware, actually – but he can’t help but feel that grin is doing half the work. It’s becoming a star performer in his head and it’s only been present for five seconds.

Crop Top slips the two of them into the writhing and the pulsing before whirling to face him. His hands are hot on Shiro’s neck, slipping through his undercut and massaging the base of his skull. That alone is enough to turn away whatever interested looks either of them might’ve been getting. It’s subtle but effective, the simple possessiveness behind it. It’s perfect for making Shiro’s legs second-guess themselves, heat rushing through him.

Shiro’s brain is heavy in his head, drunker on the playful fingers threading through his hair than that drink was ever going to get him. By a miracle he remembers to hold Crop Top’s hips, thumbs brushing hip bones that jut above low riding black jeans. He holds himself back from touching more than what he already has. The rest requires much more specific permission than what he’s been given, and there’s only so much he’s comfortable doing in public anyway.

Shiro bobs and sways passably to the beat – this type of dancing is not his forte by a long shot. Even if it were, he’s far too focused on the magnetizing way that Crop Top’s hips circle and buck, effortless and artful.

It’s amazing how he arches against Shiro and his hips roll just so. Shiro’s lungs make a desperate grab for air that he tries to consciously soften. But no amount of trying can keep his head from falling back as Crop Top does the movement again. Feeling the easy flow of muscles beneath his fingertips is one thing. This is another.

“Can I-?” Shiro’s eyes flicker to Crop Top’s, lightly squeezing Crop Top’s hips meaningfully as they do that fucking roll again; that’s what they should be labeling it. The Fucking Hip Roll.  The Fucking-

Suddenly Shiro isn’t in the club. He’s somewhere drowning in promises and praise between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against collarbones and Adam’s apples, racing hearts pounding with nothing but skin between them. His fingers dig into a slimmer back, their chests flush against each other, just on this side of unbearably hot, moans pouring over Shiro’s lips, and Crop Top’s hips pressing against him – pushing him back into the sheets – with that fucking hip roll.

Shiro didn’t need the mental image. He really, really didn’t.

Crop Top smiles as if he’s been waiting for Shiro to ask just that. Maybe he has. Maybe he was just waiting for Shiro to start. “Go for it.”

The mindless, easy dancing has always been hard for Shiro. But his hips understand the purposeful movements of grinding very well.

His head falls back with a stuttering exhale.

Shiro doesn’t contribute an ounce of how good it is to the way he finally meets Crop Top in the middle, his shirt riding up with each liquid thrust so that their skin touches in heated flashes. But he does thank his lucky stars for the ghost of a shudder that goes through Crop Top when he laughs. It’s nearly a full-on thing as he lets his head fall forward, resting warm against Shiro’s heart, laughter bubbling up inside him. Shiro doesn’t know why this gorgeous guy started laughing, but he wonders if he keeps doing it because he can hear how loudly Shiro’s heart is pounding in his chest.

It doesn’t matter either way because he continues to grind against Shiro. And even that isn’t so important to Shiro at this point. He chuckles into Crop Top’s hair, a grin growing on his face.

He’s happy so long as Glitter Dusted Eyes in a Crop Top stays with him a little longer.

The ocean of bodies doesn’t have room for two people uninterested in arching against the rest of the group, so over time they find themselves at the edge of the dance floor where the volume is lowered just enough to be on the side of hearing yourself think again.

Shiro leans against a wall. He’s not out of breath by a long shot - or at least he isn’t when Crop Top isn’t stealing the air straight from his lungs, his lips tasting like he swallowed the sun, a touch of sand and fire in the way he kisses roughly, aggressive, no room to guess when he bites at Shiro’s bottom lip and pulls. But Shiro’s body is out of any dance ideas that would be suitable for a public dance floor. Crop Top slots himself between Shiro’s arm and his side, breathless from laughing. Shiro waits for him to catch his breath before finally asking “What’s your name?”

Crop Top looks up at him with those eyes again, still dark and smouldering, smiling. “Keith. Yours?”

“Shiro.”

“You come here with anyone?”

Shiro nods, gaze flitting over the dancers to frantically recalibrate. He’d let Crop Top - Keith -  distract him, but luckily his eyes land on Pidge soon enough. Lance and Hunk haven’t left her side, though another woman with broad shoulders has shown up, muscles prominent beneath her dark skin. She was introducing herself to Hunk as they danced – May? Shay? Shiro could only guess on her lip movements in the low lighting.

“Over there. Pidge finished this huge coding project and Lance will take anything as an excuse to go celebrate.”

Keith arches his eyebrows. “College student?”

Shiro shakes his head. “They’re college. I’m in the grad program at the same school.”

“Do I get to guess what for?”

“Go for it.”

Shiro waits while Keith gives him an appraising once-over, one that seems far more focused on how his gray shirt hugs his muscles than looking for hints at Shiro’s dream job. Then his gaze goes sharp, taking in tiny details like the hint of a tattoo just above the top of Shiro’s black skinny jeans, his gleaming silver watch, the effortless sweep of eyeliner into wings Shiro perfected freshman year of high school. Shiro feels as if Keith has just lifted up the hood and is examining everything that makes Shiro work.

Finally his gaze flicks back to Shiro’s gray eyes. Face blank and voice a perfect monotone he says “Fashion design.”

That shocks a laugh out of Shiro. “Shit, time to switch my degree. That sounds like way more fun.”

Keith’s mouth quirks up at the left corner. “So what is it really?”

“It’s general science, actually.”

Keith hums. “So Bill Nye?”

Shiro can’t believe that’s the first time someone’s ever said that to him. He groans. “All of your guesses sound more exciting than what I’m actually doing.”

“Which is?”

Shiro sighs, glancing over at where the bartender is taking away his long abandoned drink. Probably for the best. There are a couple people swaying where they stand while eyeing lonely drinks. He’s been around Lance enough to know that there were some drunks who became low key conquerors in their own right, claiming drinks for themselves. He isn’t sure he wants to guess who might have decided to taste test his. “I wanna be a teacher, actually. Maybe high schoolers? It isn’t what I originally set out to do but…” He fully expects for Keith’s gaze to already be searching the crowd by the time Shiro looks back at him, but instead he meets those piercing violet eyes head on.

Shit.

Shiro stills, not prepared for the eye contact. “I know it sounds boring but I think it’s cool. Science is everywhere and it’s essential to everything and it’s so amazing and my teachers in high school were terrible at teaching it..”

Keith leans further into Shiro’s warmth, even if the club is already warm. “Science is good. I remember going to Six Flags for Physics Day. We were the only class where the teacher made us do a packet and record data for all the roller coasters…” He shakes his head fondly. “It was fun though. And the space unit was the best part.”

Shiro snorts. “How dare the teacher make you learn things on Physics Day at Six Flags,” he jokes. “But you liked it? Is it related to your major at all? Engineering or something?” Keith looks like he’s Lance and Hunk’s age, after all.

Keith shrugs, a little tense at the mention of his major, but the motion mostly easy despite that. “I like looking up at the stars, thinking I’m racing between them. I used to live out in the desert. The view’s way better out there than here in the city.”

That Shiro understands painfully well. Back during training he’d been out in the desert for weeks at a time. It reminded him of how the galaxy could swallow you whole, and yet he wasn’t afraid if it ever planned to do just that.

“But actually I’m an apprentice at a repair shop. Usually I take night courses on the mechanics. I don’t think I’m ready for the college lifestyle. Not sure I’ll ever be.”

Shiro nods. “It’s not for everyone. You do what’s right for you.”

Keith says nothing after that.

Fuck, Shirogane. You made this conversation way too serious way too fast. And obviously the whole college thing was a sore subject.

“So… space,” he starts, trying to find safe ground again.

Keith tilts his chin up to look at him. “Uh huh.” He seems speculative, but the corners of his mouth are angled upwards.

“Like, Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel?”

Instantly Keith’s face lights up, his jaw dropping. “I mean, sure.” There’s a breathiness to his voice like he’s trying to contain his laughter. “But which one of us dies?”

Shiro’s eyes widen and he puts his hand up in protest of the idea. “Sorry, mistranslation. I meant Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.”

This time Keith’s laughter escapes. “Better.”

“Who’s the beast we’re slaying then?”

Keith rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “Depends. Wanna get out of here?”

Oh hell. First, Shiro hadn’t thought that Keith would even talk to him, and now… “I don’t want another mistranslation. Do I wanna get out of here for…?”

“I mean, I’m on board for sex. I’ve got the first two seasons of Star Trek Next Generation but honestly I’m not in the mood for a marathon. Not with Star Trek anyway. What about you, though?”

“Sex is… Sex is good.”

Keith blinks, sensing hesitation. He pushes away from the wall, the fingers of his right hand weaving with Shiro’s left. “You sure?”

Shiro swallows hard, trying to get himself under control. Then he smiles, giving a firm nod. “Yeah. Sorry, I was in my head for a second. But yeah, I’m good with sex.”

That grin is back, the one that got Shiro on the dance floor in the first place, and it’s giving the Cheshire Cat a run for its money. “Then we’ll decide on the way.” Shiro forgets for a moment what they’re deciding on. It takes a few seconds to remember Keith was running with his not-at-all-sexy Star Trek flirting. He tugs at Shiro’s wrist, but Shiro pulls back.

“Wait. We should each tell someone where we’re going and with who. Not that I think you’re a serial killer, but safety first. You’ve got someone here with you to tell?”

Keith jerks his head towards a guy on the dance floor dressed head to toe in gray and magenta, then tugs out his phone. “My place. I’ll give you the address for your friends. Meet you back here?” Keith hands him his phone so Shiro can input his phone number, then a few seconds later his own phone is buzzing with an address.

“Yeah.”

When Shiro spots Lance, he tries not to be so obvious as to bolt over. He can be cool about this, even if his veins are thrumming with energy. Lance spots him and gives him an open-mouthed smile accompanied with an obscene flick of his tongue.

“Finally decided to join me on the dance floor? Been awhile, huh?

Shiro smiles, shaking his head. “Yeah, but only for a bit. I just…” His spine goes rigid. “Where’s Pidge and Hunk?”

“Pidge is waiting in the longest line I’ve ever seen,” Lance explains, flicking a thumb in the direction of the women’s restroom. Most women look miserable waiting, but Pidge is beaming. Months of hormones and clothes shopping and padded bras had led up to the moment where she finally could enter the women’s bathroom and pass, and she appreciates it every time. “And Hunk is being wooed over there by some girl named Shay. Hobbies include rocks, saving Mother Earth, and benching bars three times your weight.”

Shiro chuckles. “Sounds perfect for Hunk.” But it does mean that Pidge is going to be gone for a while and that he probably can’t interrupt Hunk. Which means… Ah. Lance is his only option. Which isn’t really that horrible. Lance knows when to tease and when to lay off, and he can keep a secret well into the grave (Shiro is assuming, since he still hasn’t spilled about the time he saw Shiro drunk or just how many times they’ve had sex - which is to say, that one night stand they had might have been more of a… four night thing). He always makes it his business to stay educated about sexuality, and he is both open minded about and equipped with all the safety rules of casual hook-ups. He is actually the perfect guy to tell, except for the fact that Lance was Shiro’s first hook-up. “Listen, Lance, I’m uh…” Shiro shoves his flesh hand into a pocket, glancing back towards where Keith is getting the attention of his own friend by shoving him? Huh. What a friendship. Oh well. “I’m heading out.”

Lance stops mid crazy-sharp-arm-dance-movement-thing-that-doesn’t-look-dumb-because-Lance-is-doing-it. “Oh really? Not feeling good, or is it just not a good night?”

A pink flush creeps up from somewhere high on Shiro’s chest. “Actually, I’m heading out with someone.”

Lance whips around to stare at Shiro so quickly Shiro thinks a bone or eight should have snapped in the process. “Crop top guy?” Shiro nods, a small and soft movement of his head. “Nice. We got a name and address in case he’s a supervillain here to kidnap you or something?”

There’s a good half second there where Shiro seriously considers acting disgusted, really hamming it up, but his stomach is doing about as much dancing in ten seconds as Lance has been doing all night. “Yeah, and a phone number. And his name is Keith.”

Lance is snatching Shiro’s phone eagerly, saving the number and the address and even snapping a photo of Keith. He takes his new job with such sincerity that Shiro can’t help but feel safe. “Alright, we’re good to go on this end. Permission to tell Pidge and Hunk where you’re going?”

“Uh, yeah. But tell them no one else okay? Just you three.”

“Of course, my man. Your sex life is yours and yours alone. I’ll text you at one A.M. to make sure you’re still alive and stuff, okay? Text me if you end up staying there or not. And we’ll come get you if you need it. Just text me something obvious. ‘Danger’. ‘Bad’. ‘He came in five minutes and I’m hella bored now’. You know, the works.”

Shiro smiled softly. “Yeah, got it.”

Lance grinned. “Good. Now be safe and have a good time.”

Keith’s already waiting for him at the door.

#sheith #voltron #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #voltron legendary defender #i wrote this aaaaaaages ago #it wasn't even for them but it just... made a lot of sense #voltron fanfic #otp: keith says shiro’s name so much it’s in the voltron drinking game #if lost call the red lion #climb shiro like a tree 2kforever #voltron the legendary recycled animation sequence #rii writes

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The Trees Have Eyes: Prologue

Chapter 1

A/N: Alright, alright. So, here’s the first part of the very long Teen Wolf fanfic I’ll be working on for a large chunk of the foreseeable future :D I’m up to like 54 outlined chapters  at this point, that I hope to post on a 1-2 week basis. There are a few minor characters that appear in this part, the start of many that will be returning. And features one of the new characters that I’ve created for this fic. 

You can see a glimpse of what I imagined them to kind of look like here. Also, a quick translation for a few words:

Mera dost = my friend

Aaraam = relax

Kutsit narak = bloody hell

The reader’s story starts around the time Season 3a begins, and then after the events of this part, they ‘wake up’ (it’ll make sense just go with me) around the events that take place during Season 6b (where Scott and the others have graduated, and the ‘puppy pack’ as they’ve been adorably deemed by most of the fandom, are all in their Junior year). The next part will pick up 3 months after 6b ends, with Liam and his friends starting their Senior year.

I hope you all enjoy! Let me know how you’re liking it :)

Warning: Violence, blood, slight gore, and a bit of swearing.

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It's not that you hated cats.

You just hated this particular cat.

You don't know exactly why your friend thought it'd be a great idea for you babysit his pride and joy, when on more than one occasion you'd complained about how much the two of you detested each other. The cat wouldn't even do the polite thing and at least pretend like you could both play nice. Instead, she couldn't muster any effort to stay in the same room for any longer than two minutes most times you visited--you had timed it to make a point--but he hadn't listened in the slightest. And now his child has slipped out into the night, darting past you and through the open door when you went to take out the garbage. You figured she saw her chance to escape you once and for all. 

You were also rapidly regretting the fact that you'd dared him to live on the edge of the city, next to creepiest area of forest you had ever seen in your young life. He always took things too seriously in your opinion. Which is why, in the dead of night, you were now searching with your phone's flashlight through the those god awful woods, trying to catch sight of a flash of white against the darkness. You clamber up a small hill and pull your sweater tighter around you, stumbling through the mulch and roots in the ground.  

"Come on, Snowball, here kitty. Thomas is going to kill me, but you'd like that wouldn't you, you little asshole."

You bend over to shine the light into the recess of a rotting log, muttering to yourself when there's nothing but the scuttle of little spiders. A few make the jump to your phone and you shake it frantically to knock them off. You lean back, straining to hear a meow in the distance, but there's only the sound of howling that cuts through the silence. It drags a creeping shiver down your spine when other sounds become more prominent; branches cracking around you, a woman's throaty laugh that echoes from far too close. 

You jump to your feet and turn with the circling sounds in a panic, heartbeat so loud you could hear it thumping in your own ears, phone flashlight dancing across the dark shapes of creaking trees and low hanging branches. You gulp around the fear closing your throat and demand rather loudly.

"Hey, cut it out! This isn't funny! Whoever the hell you are."

Out of the darkness her face is suddenly very close, dark hair hanging loose and wild around her face, nose crinkled as her mouth twists in a ferocious snarl. Her lips pull back over gleaming fangs, red glowing eyes  hypnotic, terrifying, as they stare so deep and intense you feel as though those eyes would be forever burned into your vision. 

Your first thought very briefly touches on the fact that her eyes are  the colour of blood, something your fear muddled mind hopes will not be leaving your body tonight. You find you can't move from the paralyzing shock of it all, limbs and eyes locked in this nightmarish staring contest. The woman's voice has strange underlying sub vocals to it, deep and almost predatory as she growls, lips drawing up slowly into a warped, perverse looking smile around her sharp teeth.

"Hell is right." She purrs.

"Shi--" You react, jerking your head back, and dropping your phone as you back up too fast and too clumsily, falling backwards into the dirt.

She laughs, stalking towards you with sure and measured steps, as though she were getting ready to go for the kill now that she's cornered a defenceless animal. Which seemed exactly right at this moment. The woman watches you crawl backwards, staring up at her with wide, panicked eyes. She leans down to your level, eyes flickering over your features for a moment before practically cooing. "Well, aren't you a cutie?"

She's smiling again, carefully running the tip of a clawed finger over the vulnerable skin of your neck, a simple, calculated line grazing downwards from under your chin. The hairline cut stings in the open air, and then she's putting more pressure over your pulse point, pricking the skin so a large drop of blood wells to the surface. She inhales shamelessly, nostrils flaring. "Weak though...scared. Just like a human." She adds, just as the palm of your hand brushes against a heavy rock within reach behind you. Your fingers close around it.

She dips her head instantly, before you can really do anything, and sinks her fangs into the flesh between your neck and shoulder. The sudden sharp pain rips a fearful scream from you and then the burning sets in within seconds, lines of fire ricocheting through your muscles. There's a lot of blood, you can smell the metallic tinge of it as it permeates the air as warm volleys of liquid seeps out from the around the woman's mouth. She pulls back with red smeared lips, and with as much strength as you can muster you wind up and crack the rock down on the side of her head. 

The force is enough to snap her head to the side and she laughs, seeming surprised as she turns back to look at you. You watch the open gash across the side of her forehead close on its own, the skin sewing together quickly until there's nothing left but a smudge of blood. The woman's clawed fingers tangle in the front of your sweater as she drags you up to your feet easily, your body sore from the burning sensation still racking your body and weak from the blood loss. She regards you more thoughtfully now. Your eye lids feel heavy.

"Maybe there's some fire in you after all."

"Kali." The new voice has an accent, deep and commanding and obviously male, he says the woman's name harshly, as if he were reprimanding her for her behaviour. The echo swirls around you until you feel dizzy. You weakly lift your head and look around you in earnest, hoping that this was your saviour--a thought that gives you an immediate burst of adrenaline--but you can't seem to find where the voice is exactly coming from. The woman--Kali--freezes and tilts her head to the left, eyes darting from your face to the side, listening raptly to your surroundings but refuses to let her grip on you relax. The strong voice carries through the trees again and drawls, "That's enough. You can have your fun when we reach our destination."

Kali rolls her glowing eyes, and finally--unceremoniously--drops you in a heap at her feet. She faces away from you with a huff and stares somewhere out into the darkness, seeing things that your human eyes couldn't ever make out.

"Beacon Hills will get just as much enthusiasm, don't you worry." She assures her mysterious companion. You take her distraction as an opportunity and scramble to your feet in agony, wincing as you clamp a hand to the wound on your neck. You slip away down the hill into the narrow paths of crowded trees below. By the time you'd ducked out of sight, you very clearly hear Kali growl, her tone sounding excited, "Oh, now it's a game!"

But the voice returns more forceful than before, the reverberation following you into the dense foliage that surrounds an empty, muddy river bed.  

"Leave it."

You sludge across it, not daring to slow down in case she doesn't listen to the voice. It takes longer than you would like, and you eventually make it a far ways farther, but feel lost and lightheaded from the continued blood loss. Your body is wobbly as you gasp air into your aching lungs. Your legs give out within the next few minutes and you drop heavy to your knees in the slick muck, the impact on your kneecaps sending shooting pains up into your legs. 

You flinch at the sound of footsteps approaching you from the front. You see boots enter your vision as you stare at the ground, woman's boots you think, and your gaze trails slowly up to her face. She was very pretty and tall, her dark hair primly styled and curled. There was a sweet, concerned expression dawning on her face as she takes in your appearance, gaze flitting to the mix of new and dried blood dripping down your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" She asks softly as if she's talking to a child, stepping closer as she offers you her hand. You can't help but react, slapping away her hand as a flash of panic surges through you and you struggle to get back to your feet. She furrows her eyebrows in concentration and steps back again, holding up her hands to show she meant no harm before continuing calmly, "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid."

"Who are you?" You ask quietly, shaking body drained of any strength as you drop back to the dirt, shifting back to a sitting position. You stare up at her.

"Jennifer." She responds. Her eyes seem to glitter in the dark. "Let me help you."

She reaches down to grip your arms and help you stagger to your feet. You stumble against her and she steadies you, turning carefully to veer you in a certain direction. She helps you to sit on a sturdy fallen tree trunk. It rests in the midst of a grove of old looking trees, growing in a way that creates a misshapen circle. Their branches are twisted and gnarled, like hands and long fingers that seemed to reach out for you. 

Jennifer is on her knees in front of you, face swimming in and out of your vision as you blink rapidly to stay awake. She deftly peels down the fabric of your sweater to peer at the bite Kali had given you. Some of the blood has crusted over by now but there is still new blood welling at the puncture points. She doesn't look at you as she hums in thought.

"Hmm that's a deep bite. What happened?"

"There was a woman--"

"Red eyes? Fangs? Claws extending from her feet?" She questions in a rush. Your jumbled mind is still able to notice the sudden edge to her voice, the trace of kindness you heard before hardening into something almost bitter. You wince as she presses down around the wound a little too hard and her fingers quickly disappear from your neck.

"How did you know?"

Jennifer rocks back, glancing around at the trees around you. "She's a werewolf--an Alpha. And part of a very dangerous pack. You're lucky to have gotten away alive."

"How do you--"

"I've been tracking them."

"Why?"

Jennifer is looking directly at you now--a scary intensity that makes you anxious--and leans forward, hands squeezing your knees tightly. The pressure hurts the already sore skin there and you yelp. She loosens her hold slightly, voice low and just the slightest bit hostile. You're unsure if it has anything to do with you or not.

"It's a long story." She says, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She smiles at you in a way that you think might resemble something like reassurance, but it looks wrong, all tight-lipped, chilling and greedy. You swallow hard and find yourself sitting very still.

"It doesn't sound like it would be a good one."

"It's not."

You glance down at the fingers still resting on your knees and take in the wet smudges of blood across the tips. You poise a hand near your bite but don't make contact with any of the surrounding skin, afraid of making the flaring pain worse somehow by merely brushing against it. Jennifer follows your movement with her piercing eyes.

"I'm..am I going to--" You start, clearly sounding on the verge of hysteria. Jennifer's hand shoots out to grip your hanging wrist, and her next reaction is to laugh as though she's the one about to have a breakdown instead. It’s cruel and insensitive, sounding sharp in your ears. You gape at her, feeling a chaotic mess of hurt and bewilderment.

"Usually when you're bitten by an Alpha, yes. But you won't." She lowers your hand back to your lap, sighing as she releases your wrist. "It's nothing personal."

You can't help but retort, "It sounds pretty personal."

"Regarding them. You, on the other hand, are just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Jennifer stands and walks towards one of the largest trees in the grove, eyes elated as she hungrily stares up at its highest branches. She runs her fingers reverently across the bark. An awful feeling smolders in the pit of your stomach as you watch her, and the realization of her intent is a slap to the face. Your back straightens, mind clearing as a rush of fear slices through the haze. Everything about her seems horrifyingly dangerous now and tears begin to prick at the inner corners of your eyes.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

She presses the flat of her palm harder against the tree, "I'm a Druid. And this tree is one of many. A sacred place where we practice, draw our energy from. But I'm weak. The spark that kept me alive only lasts so long. And if I'm ever going to get.." She pauses, trying to find the right word, "...closure...I need more power." She moves fast once the words leave her mouth. Suddenly your ripped to your feet and slammed against the tree she had just been standing by. Her hand closes around your throat and squeezes until colourful spots flash in your vision like shimmering eyes, ones reminiscent of the Alpha. Your lifted up, feet kicking uselessly in the air as she leans in too close, her breath--the scent of decay, something rotten--washing over you.

"And you're going to give it to me." She tells you evenly, no hint of physical strain or regret for what she was about to do.  The corneas and pupils of her eyes have been consumed by a bright white glow, looking eerily dead.  

"I...please..I don't...understand." You manage to gasp out.

The beauty of her face is molting away in clumps of flesh, the skin beneath wrinkled and marred with red gashes like claws. It's ghostly pale looking and her eyes seem sunken, a chunk of flesh gone from one side of her mouth, leaving her teeth and gums exposed in a permanent grin. You gag, hands scrambling for purchase at the ones around your throat. Jennifer's voice is rough and sounds gurgled when she whispers, as if she's choking on something herself.

"You're my sacrifice."

"No...no..please--don't!"

She presses closer against you, the remnants of what was once her nose brushing yours. "I'll make it fast." She promises.

There's a painful drag of something cold across your throat, a burst of white light filling your vision, and then darkness.

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When you wake again you're on your back surrounded by nothing but dirt. It's dark, a constant pressure against your limbs and chest, clumps of moist soil lodging in your nose and mouth as you panic. You struggle to push through the packed dirt towards the surface. Your hands burst through the ground first and you force your body to follow, fingers clutching at the soil to drag yourself out into the open air. 

You crawl out onto browning grass and roll over onto your back, staring up at the pieces of sky you can see through the forest canopy. It's clear and the moon is out, a crescent of light turned up like a smile against the blue-black of the night sky. You take gasping breaths, blinking away dirt from your eyes as you try to calm your shaking body.

You feel disoriented and....different. Off. Like you're floating in water, having trouble remembering exactly why you just had to crawl out of a hole in the ground. You felt as though you knew, but it was just out of reach, like when you have words on the tip of your tongue. And it was so hard to focus with that buzzing in your ears and there was an awful squeak--You feel the urge to tip your head back slightly, to look up at the tree you were buried beneath. The groaning knotted branches were hypnotic as you closed your eyes to listen. It isn't so bad actually, you think, a strangely peaceful moment blanketing over everything and you revealed in it, feeling as though you could stay here forever. And there it was again...a tugging to look back at the tree.

It was a pull at the back of your consciousness that felt hesitant, almost kind. You tentively push back against it, prodding it gently as it continues to tug at you in return, trying to draw you deeper into that constant buzzing that hadn't left your head yet, seeming as if it was examining you. It gives you harsh mental jab after a few minutes and then there's a rush of...everything. A confusing range of emotion that slam the breath from your lungs. 

There's a flash of searing yellow light, warmth and this tingling pure energy that hums through your nerve endings like liquid fire. It's a good burn, like that rush of affection you sometimes get in your chest for your family and friends. There's the image of ghostly white eyes that flicker like embers on the back of your eye lids, and then there's a burst of sounds from all around you.

You bolt upright wincing at the volume, and urgently begin turning your head from left to right as you clamber to your knees. Your eyes dart around the trees, ears still burning as the sounds taper off just a bit and mingle with a gale of strong smells. Wings...a bird? No an owl. Something earthy, musty, like after a rainstorm or stepping into a really old room. A heavy, smokier scent of wood, like it was being burned for a campfire. The rush of a stream--hadn't that been drained? The sweetness of grass. Engines. Cars. The sickening stench of rotten eggs....car exhaust. The squeak of a bus' brakes and--

Voices.

So many voices.

A mosaic of pitches and tones--laughing, angry, desperate. They flared in volume and you slapped hands over your ears, willing them to quiet. They taper off again and you think that you should follow them. The sounds.

You focus more on the cars in the distance and eventually come across a road, which you follow back into a more suburban part of the city. There's barely anyone on the dim lighted streets, or on the road itself, and you see an old man sitting in a bus shelter. His legs are crossed, newspaper spread open across his lap as his eyes fly over sentence after sentence, large horn rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. 

You walk towards him and clear your throat as you get closer, hoping he might have a phone on him as you can't seem to remember why you can't find yours. When the man catches sight of you he makes a surprised sound, eyes widening comically behind his glasses before he shoves the newspaper aside and, faster than you've ever seen an old man move, he makes a beeline out of the tiny shelter. A tangy smell reaches your nose as he whips around the side farthest away from you, and is fast walking down the street without looking back. You step forward and call out to him.

"Oh, wait! Don't go--shit."

You look down at the newspaper he had left behind and pick up the wrinkled spread, folding it up to find the date. The pungent smell of newsprint makes your nose crinkle. When you find it in the top corner you feel your stomach drop, the date wildly different than you last remember.

"I don't know whether to comment on the dirt or the blood first." The lilting tone is muddled with a light British accent, and you squeak, spinning in the direction of the voice.

It's a girl on the outside the bus shelter, leaning against one of its windows as she peers in at you. You're surprised that you hadn't noticed her until now. She's about your age, tall and lanky, dressed in biker boots, lace and jeans, and has a bob of colourful turquoise hair. Her brown leather jacket is hanging open, a leather choker looped around her neck, and a nose ring glints in the street lights. Her eyes are dark and deep, framed with thin wire glasses, and filled with a playfulness that you not seen in a long while. Her grin is lopsided but wide, tiny crinkles forming in the corners of her eyes. 

Your surprised you can her so well in the dark, details looking just as clear as they would in daylight. You glance down at your tattered sweater, catching your reflection in a window of the bus shelter, as a passing car's headlights dances briefly across the glass. The image of splattered, crusted blood gives you an itch of something familiar in the back of your mind and it all rushes back. Your fingers immediately shoot up to touch the smooth skin of your neck, and you furrow your eyebrows, wondering where the perforated fang marks had gone. You look back at the beautiful, smiling girl, at a loss for a response.

"I, uh..."

"Bad day?"

Your eyes trail down to the newspaper in your hand, "I think it's been longer than that." You mutter, but she seems to hear you, raising an eyebrow. You lightly rustle the paper in her direction, voice sounding strained even to you as you try to make a joking observation. "Did you know people still read newspapers?"

The girl goes to say something but stops herself, electing to ignore your last remark. Instead, she shakes her head and steps into the shelter with you, arms crossed over her chest as she gives you a pointed look. She gently takes the newspaper from your hands, flipping it around so can easily find the date and she purses her lips, expression questioning when her eyes return to your face.   "How long do you think it's been?" She asks curiously. You helplessly shrug, but answer her in a small voice. "Months."

The girl snickers at you, dropping the newspaper back onto the bus shelter's bench. It flutters down as she runs a hand through her hair.  'The people in this city sure know how to have fun."

You catch the double meaning laced in her words when she winks at you, and your mind flicks through what she could possibly be referring too. The only thing you can come up with makes your face heat up with embarrassment. You'd heard of people going on 'fender-benders' before, long stretches of time filled with drugs, alcohol, and sex. But she seriously wasn't suggesting--NO.

"What? No!" You sputter in protest, eyes darting anywhere but her face. "It wasn't--I..."

"You..." She counters.

"I woke up in the ground, underneath some tree. I...I think I...died."

The girl goes quiet, grin drooping a little, her eyebrows raised as she waits for you to elaborate. When you don't and just stare at her in utter terror, shocked that you actually just blurted that out to a total stranger, she regards you with a more interested look. "Well, that's unpleasant." She finally says to break the awkward silence. You laugh nervously.

"Very."

She seems to decide something then and throws an arm over your shoulder. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." You tense, but she smiles at you gently, steering you out of the bus shelter and up the street. Her arms slides away from your body as you both turn a corner and onto another street, and she glances at you sideways. "I'm Noori by the way, Noori Singh." She adds. You peek at her, feeling as if you should reciprocate.

"(Y/N)."  

"You're very trusting, (Y/N)."

"Are you giving me a reason not to be?"

Noori chuckles at the defensive tone, "No, it's just rare nowadays. Don't let go of that quite yet."

"It's been more like a curse lately." You tell her quietly. There's a young couple crossing your path and they stare at you, expressions at least seeming concerned, as you pass them. You flinch and self-consciously pull at the hem of your rather disgusting sweater.  

"Hmmm it can be." Noori agrees. You look at her again, staring at the side of her face as she hums and keeps her gaze trained on the end of the street.

"That doesn't make me feel any better." You deadpan.

"It wasn't meant too."

You huff at her simple answer, glancing around you to find that things on this side of the city seemed different--changed. It had evidently been a while since you'd been here. The tea place had shut down, replaced by a thrifty clothing store. The construction had all but cleared up around the parkette, shiny new metal slides and pits of woodchips making it look more friendly than you remembered. There was a line of newly constructed houses. You had a fleeting thought of your family, and gripped Noori's arm. She stopped walking and turned to you without a word. You gestured in your current, general direction.

"Where are we going?"

Noori started to walk again, waiting for you to catch up before speaking. "Be patient." She says, like it's the simplest thing in the world. You sigh.

"What?"

"You'll see."

Noori leads you down a few more twisting streets until you come across a newly constructed recreation centre, which you can see backs a smaller neighbourhood court, through tiny slits between the houses. The centre itself is pretty small, a dome like building splashed with colours of blue and yellow, the brightness of them clear to you even in the dark. The darkened windows tell you it's completely empty. She hops the metal fence separating the court and the centre, between two houses with enough room to maneuver her body with little effort, pushing off the brick to give her enough momentum to flip over the top. 

You follow her,  curling your fingers through the metal chain links and hoisting yourself up and over in a fluid motion that surprises you. You land on your feet on the other side, and look up to see that Noori is already strutting up to a side entrance facing away from the houses. When you meet her at the double door, she stares at you expectantly. You raise an eyebrow and she motions to the looping chain lock keeping the doors closed. You realize that she wants you to break it, and you turn to her with a puzzled expression.

"This feels very illegal." You inform her. She scoffs.

"It might be....but there's running water and vending machines. You like food right?"

"Okay, I get it."

Noori takes your hands, her skin cold against yours, and draws them slowly to the hanging lock. You shoot her a sceptical look, trying to silently communicate that you wouldn't be able to get the door open with just your bare hands, but she just watches you and waits patiently. You take a deep breath and try to do what she wants, giving the lock a harsh tug. The metal creaks and the lock breaks off into your hands. You stare down at it as the chain looped around the double door's handles rattles and clinks to the pavement below your feet. Noori whoops in delight and playfully pushes your shoulder to get your attention, waving a hand at the door as if she were welcoming you into her home.

"After you, mera dost"

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The shower is warm and calming, and you allow yourself a few moments to just let the water cascade over you, hands bracing your body as you lean forward against one of the shower walls. You dip your head low under the steady stream, letting the rush of water drown out all the elevated sounds. Then with a sigh, you lean back to scrub at your skin vigorously, watching with satisfaction as the water runs a disgusting brownish-red before its drained beneath your feet. 

You let your fingers drift up to graze the wet, unbroken skin where the bite should still be, and you press harder against the skin there in frustration. When you feel you're clean enough, you switch off the shower and snatch the folded towel you had left on a bench in the changing room. You run the fluffy material over your arms and legs before reaching for the clothes Noori had helped you pluck from the 'Lost and Found' bin by the front desk. The t-shirt is white and simple, and is at least three sizes too big for you, but its soft and doesn't smell too bad, just a bit musty. The black and red stripped track pants fit you a little better, and as you pull them up around your hips you notice with amusement that Noori had made sure they matched with a pair of red sneakers. 

Once you were fully dressed, you sling the towel up over the shower wall and walk back towards the large pair of mirrors to the left of the showers stalls, amazed at the difference the shower had made. You looked a little less dead than before.

"Looking good."

You whirl around at her voice and place a hand on your hammering heart. You've come to find that she's very light on her feet, as you didn't even hear her come in. She smiles at you in the darkness of the room, as you had both elected to keep the lights off so no one would come to investigate, and you regard her with surprise.

"Oh--you're still here."

Noori rolls her  eyes, "You told me you crawled out of the ground after dying, there is no way I'm missing this story." She leans up against the side of a locker and looks positively giddy, curiosity evident in her voice. "So, what happened?"

"It's going to sound crazy."

"I'm sure I've heard crazier."

You take a deep breath and decide to just tell her the truth, as she had yet to run away screaming when you so bluntly told her you'd actually, well, died. You choose to stare at a spot on the wall behind her, a laminated poster by the changing room entrance. It has blocky printed lines of text outlining the 'Do's' and 'Don'ts' of a public swimming pool, and you will your voice to stop shaking as you think back to what you last remember. "There was a...werewolf. An Alpha. She bit me and then...This woman found me in some sacred tree place? She...called herself a Druid and then killed me and--I don't know." Noori doesn't say anything and you brave a fleeting look at her face. She's nodding as if she completely understands, and you find your fingers once again drawn back to touch the space between your neck and shoulder. 

You dare to utter the few words you'd been relentlessly shoving to the back of your mind, too horrified to know the answer. Your chest constricts in fear and you feel a bit light headed,  the tiniest prickles of panic creeping up your spine.  

"Am I..."

Noori cocks her head to the side and speaks softly, "I think you know. Though you seem to be a little different."

"What?"

"Your eyes."

You press your fingers against the skin underneath your eyes and turn quickly to face the mirror, breath catching in your throat as you take in the haunting purple glow. They're bright and luminous, like you were wearing little neon violet contacts, and the small prickle of panic you had just felt earlier spreads into a swirling wildfire of terror. You feel like you're about to have a heart attack; there's a tingling sensation rushing into your fingers, the pulsing of blood in your ears, heartbeat in your throat, breaths coming in short, pained gasps.

Noori is there, turning you gently. Her cold hands raise goosebumps along your skin as she cups your face and speaks clearly, calmly, and you close your eyes as you listen to her through the alarm. "It's okay, just breathe. Slowly....slower. With me. Aaraam--You're going be okay, just breathe." She sounds maternal and composed, as if she's done this a hundreds of times, and it's infinitely soothing as you regulate your breaths with her guidance. 

Her hands slowly drop from your face and drag lightly in feather light touches down your arms, before pulling away totally after a few moments. You blink at her, not completely calm but more in control of your body now. You turn to look in the mirror again and are relieved to see the purple glow is gone for now. You look up at Noori through the mirror.

"My eyes just looked like glow sticks. To be honest, I don't feel very calm."

"It's normal." She tells you. When you look at her in disbelief she softly laughs, hands on her hips as she explains. "There are different colours that mean a different status. Red is Alpha, yellow...well, normal, like for a Beta or an Omega. Blue means you've killed an innocent."

"And purple?"

"That's...something to figure out."

You furrow your eyebrows at her hesitation, feeling lost at the strange glint of indecision in her eyes. "You'd tell me if you knew right?" You ask warily. Noori immediately nods, smiling at you again, and the glint is gone.

"Of course."

You break the following silence, stepping away from the mirror. "How do you know so much about werewolves? Are you..." She seems to understand your unspoken question well enough, raising her eyebrows.

"What? Oh...no. I don't think I could handle all that pack business. I am like you though." She adds coolly, motioning to herself and then you. "A supernatural being."

"Which is?" You prompt her.

"Shepashiphtar. A Shapeshifter. I can change my shape however I want." Noori blinks at you and suddenly her eyes are glowing pink, a rosy colour that reminds you of cotton candy . You stare in awe as she lifts her hands and runs them through her hair, the turquoise strands turning purple in their wake. She then raises a hand in front of her, turning it from side to side so you can get a good look at it as tiny grey feathers prick through her skin, covering the back of her hand up to the tips of her fingers as she flexes them. They sink back after a few seconds, her eyes fading back to their normal colour, and she grins excitedly at you, looking proud of her little demonstration. You reach out to take her hand, peering closely at the newly featherless skin.

"That's really cool. Does it hurt?"

"No, just feels...it itches mostly."

You let go of her hand, remembering the changes you'd most likely be going through soon. "Is it going to be painful?" You ask her. She follows the new direction of thought easily.

"The change? The first few times it can, but once you get the hang of everything it's not so bad. Or so I've been told."

"Told?"

"I've been around--all over the world. I've had the opportunity to meet some werewolves here and there. I was even friends with some once upon a time." Noori gets a faraway look in her eyes, adoration clear in her expression as she continues. "There's was this one...had trouble with her emotions a lot of the time. Anger, mostly. I taught her some tricks I picked up in my travels, to balance herself. Meditation, mantras."  

Noori's gaze finds yours.

"And I can teach you." She promises. You take a moment to think about it, but are already sure about your answer.

"Alright, I don't really have much else to go on. What's lesson one?"  

"Question often. Pay attention to your surroundings." She smiles, "Sometimes we forget to look beyond what we see."

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It had been a little less than six months since you'd been back.

Within the first week, you discovered that after months of painstaking searches, your family had moved away from the city with broken hearts and lost hope, believing you to be truly gone--dead. You had to admit to yourself--somewhat bitterly--that they hadn't been wrong. You also hadn't had the heart or the energy to track them down yet. You were afraid of their reactions, or hurting them in some way with your new life. Terrified that they had just simply moved on. 

You decided to stay with Noori, the both of you moving out to another Californian city an hour away, hoping to leave everything in the past for now. Among the traveling and the settling, she tells you that you're still part werewolf, because you definitely smell like one. She laughs when you get defensive, clarifying that it wasn't meant to be an insult. She reasons that you need to learn to control yourself and teaches you a Buddhist mantra you can use in to manage your primal urges and more violent nature, your heightened senses and intense emotions, to learn to hide yourself away from the general public and their curious eyes. 

And on each full moon that passes, she takes you to an abandoned bomb shelter she'd found on the edge of the woods, making sure you've locked yourself inside for the night, and stays to speak to you through the door. But the mantra only works for so long before the change becomes too much.

All things considered, it doesn't necessarily go well.  

You see other things now too, though at first you thought you were just loosing your mind. But you learned quickly that they were very real. They wandered, dipped in and out of reality, and didn't talk much, and almost always they'd watch you from a far. Some with bruised under eyes and inquisitive expressions. Others with grotesque injuries on display, if that's how they died. It's like they knew you could see them, but you pretended not to. 

The braver spirits even followed you sometimes, looking as though they expected you to say or do something. And when you didn't--or couldn't--they'd seem desperate and infinitely sad. They made you anxious and jittery, and your mind heavy with static until there were nights when you couldn't fall asleep. You tried talking to one once. He was angry and irrational, one of ones that actually did a fair bit of talking--yelling, really--to people who couldn't even hear him out on the streets. He was obviously in great emotional pain even in death, and you could feel it like smoke, tangible in between your fingers and against your skin, the taste and smell something so terribly spicy it burned the back of your throat. So you wanted to help. And he made it apparent that he didn't want you too. 

The commotion drew others nearby and they crowded you in excitement. Their voices churned about you, flashes of images ringing in your head , until you blacked out from the pressure of them and woke up in the back of an ambulance an hour later.

You tried to block them all out after that.

You spent a lot of time looking for work during the day and slept in a city shelter at night, but it was hard to appear normal when you're crowded into small spaces with little room, where people give you strange looks and seem to sense you're different from them. Noori disappeared during the day sometimes, but always returned at night. You didn't really want to question her, afraid you wouldn't like what you find. You spend a few months like this, until one day you come across a boy your age, in the parking lot of the local music hall. He's struggling with loading cases of musical equipment into the back of a moving van, and he's impressed with your strength when you help him with the large amps.

You find you like him when you start talking to get to know each other because he's very friendly, and he explains how he'd graduated early from a high school in a different city and moved when things got too crazy in his life. He was now taking some time off to decide what he wanted to do at college. You tell him about your job dilemma, and the next day he helps you get hired as a clerical assistant for the hospital that he volunteers at. When you thank him profusely he waves you off and jokes that  he's a natural born charmer, so it wasn't really a big deal. And although you agree with the first part, you find out from a few co-workers that he had insistently put in a good word for you with the staff,  and you think that you could never fully express how much you appreciated his kindness. 

He becomes your friend from then on, and you hang out every day if there's a chance. Soon, you get monthly pay checks and spend what little money you make on food and clothes, a rented car and gas for it, bathroom essentials and blankets, but don't make enough to rent a place in the city. Both you and Noori sleep in the car, until one night things change for the better.

You're woken out of a dream. It's filled with that blinding yellow light that's haunted you constantly and chattering voices, the pull to that strange old tree feeling weaker than it had in months. And then with a snap, a throbbing just in behind your eyes, the constant buzzing since waking back up all goes away. You're jolted awake at the sudden quiet, at the same time a knock sounds at the car window. The figure outside raps on the window again and then opens the back door to look in, his expression hard as he shines the light of his cell phone into the car.

"This doesn't seem comfortable." He points out.

You squint up at him drowsily, kicking the blanket down your legs and pulling back the hood of your hoodie as you sit up, voice thick with sleep.

"Danny?"

Noori groans from her place curled up in the front seat, lifting her head to better see what was going on, before rolling her eyes and turning over to face away from the open door. "Kutsit narak." She mutters under her breath. Her tone is sour and you sigh, dropping your head into the palm of your hands.

Danny slips his phone back into the deep pocket of his jacket, leaning against the open door as he takes in the mess of the backseat: sprawled blankets and clothes, plastic bags full of cheap convince store food and bottles of shampoo and liquid soap, a small backpack at your feet. The bag is open and he draws it towards him before you can protest, nudging it open a little farther to see what was inside--a few weathered books, your own cell phone, and a new pair of white running shoes for work. He looks up to glare around the interior of the car, his eyes softening when they return to you.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I...I didn't think..."

"This isn't your car is it?" Danny asks, though he sounds as if he already knows the answer. You slide towards him across the backseat until your legs can dangle outside the open door, and he steps back. You feel your face heat up, picking at the end of your fraying sleeve to avoid the intensity of his concern.

"It's rented." You offer lamely.

Danny glances at the obvious dents along the front bumper, smaller ones lining the door trim under the driver's side. He cocks an eyebrow.

"I can see that."

Noori flops around again, brushing hair out of her eyes as she reaches for her glasses on the dashboard, and sits up with a dejected sigh. "Is this conversation going to go anywhere?" She inquires. Her attitude is sharp and unfriendly, and Danny ducks further into the car, shifting to peek into the front seat when you cut Noori a warning look. He narrows his eyes to see through the dark, before finally staring back down at you . His voice is more gentle when he speaks now.

"Come on, let's get out of here. Up. Get up, come on."

"What? Where are we going?"

He helps to pull you to your feet, ducking back into the car to hand you your backpack. You take it from him, clutching it to your chest as you stare. He drapes an arm around your shoulders and smiles, gesturing to his car which you realized was parked just down the street.  

"Your my friend, I'm helping." He says simply. "I have a spare room in my apartment and you're going to take it. Grab anything else you want to take with you."

You can already hear Noori muttering in Hindi as she stretches and rustles around in the front seat. You feel overcome with adoration, warmth flourishing in your chest, and  you surge forward to loop your arms around Danny's neck, squeezing him in a delighted hug.

"Thank you."

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #x reader #isaac lahey #brett talbot #Scott McCall #lydia martin #malia tate #kira yukimura #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #jordan parrish #hayden romero #theo raeken #allison argent #derek hale #peter hale #cora hale #jackson whittemore #ethan steiner #aiden steiner #danny mahealani #tw #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski

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wolf 359 liveblog

hey uh so wolf 359 is a special thing for me and i want to record my reactions to it for my own personal posterity or w/e so spoilers only below the cut. merry christmas and merry surviving-wolf 359-finale night!

(pre-episode listening to the one-last-thing ep) michelle agresti made goddard futuristics badges she’s SO GOOD and i’m crying a lot. and everyone was there. a wolf 359 reunion. i’m crying. “the wolf of wolf street”

okay episode time

this music signals nothing emotionally stable

is cutter the old man. did pryce give him a new body. OH GOD CUTTER IS THE OLD MAN AND PRYCE GAVE HIM A NEW BODY RED ALERT

they’re telling their stories and telling each other’s parts of the stories this is the creepiest shitting thing

fuck off cutter no one has lived happily ever after i hate you SO much. i hope pryce stabs you through your throat before she conveniently dies too

“let’s get started” fuck me.

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i have some genuine concerns right now about evil and plans

TELL THEM MINKOWSKI!! GET THEM!! CUT THEM DOWN WITH ONLY YOUR RIGHTEOUS ANGER!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!

eiffel talking about the alien!!! ayyyyyyyyyyy boi!!

god emma sherr-ziarko is just.... so good. she’s SO good. minkowski is strong and commanding but there’s this very slight tinge of fear and desperation and i love her SO much i love her and her va so much she’s SO good

eiffel’s and hera’s conversation :’)

.......uh yall hey quick question did we time travel or time loop or is this just a flashback. i’m too trained for panic to trust this and i’m weirded out akshkdjh

....but hera’s and eiffel’s first meeting......im crying......bye.........im out....... “it’s good to know you’re around” :’) :’) :’) let’s see how far we’ve come

is this scene gonna be kepcobi #confirmed i’d scream. OH SHIT THO JACOBI LAYING DOWN THE TRUTH. BLESS IT. 

EIFFEL AND LOVELACE ARE BEING FRIENDS!!! IT’S BEEN SO LONG!! I LOVE THEM!!!! EIFFELLACE FRIENDSHIP LIVES!! oh god they brought up his alcoholism and i’m crying again. also like. eiffel appreciates lovelace being there and it’s SO pure but i’m also really really really glad someone expressed some appreciation that eiffel is there too. like. he needs that. the boy needs that. 

MINKOWSKI. MINKOWSKI. BABE. YOU’VE SAID THREE WORDS BUT I LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU FOR WHATEVER YOU DECIDE. 

EVERYONE’S REACTION WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS GOING TO STAY. GOD BLESS. GOOD MOMENT. GOOD TEAM MOMENT. 

“destroy an entire species” oh GOD pryce&cutter you’re trying to kill the aliens??? what the?? what the shit??? why??? god why

minkowski’s speech.... minkowski trying to get kepler and young on her side.......everyone grOAnIng when rachel quotes princess bride (shut up eiffel u don’t even get that groan privilege)...... good stuff........

jacobi......babe..............! your unrequited love is showing..... not to mention.....your humanity....

“thank you daniel... and goodbye” SHOT! THROUGH! THE HEART!! and unrequited kepcobi is to blame!!!

jacobi: yea so i’m a real mean dude jacobi: but also hey i just met you and this is crazy but i just swore undying loyalty to you so love me maybe

oh SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. EIFFEL’S LOG. NO. I’M. THAT WAS A FUCKING LOW BLOW. SHIT. OH SHIT. HE BELIEVES HE’S GOING TO DIE. GOD. GOD. JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL. 

okay look. look here. douglas eiffel is so damn strong. douglas eiffel is so damn strong. he can sit there believing in his heart that he is going to die today at the hands of depraved and relentless villains and still speak words of strength and encouragement and love for his daughter who he hasn’t seen in years, and then come out only to encourage his commanding officer as well. there’s a reason douglas eiffel fulfills the communications officer role in this show and it’s because of this. it’s because he’s tough enough for this: he’s tough enough to smile for the sake of other people. 

OH MAN!! OH MAN!!!! THE LES MIS QUOTE WITH MINKOWSKI AND EIFFEL! I’M DOWN! ! PERSON DOWN!!!!! BYE!!! 

.................................no. no. NOPE. he called her renee. she loves him so much. she just wants to know he’s happy. he. she. he. he. she. she. i’m. no.

SHIT lovelace backing minkowski up. that’s what i’m HERE for. 

RENEE MINKOWSKI LAUGHING!! SO MUCH OF RENEE MINKOWSKI’S LAUGHTER!!! I’M SLAIN AND I’M IN LOVE!! SHE’S PLAYING COMMANDING OFFICER! SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD AND ADORABLE AND PERFECT!!! whenever minkowski calls it “her” station i cry because minkowski deserves like a whole planet to command not just a station but she is so good at running her station. i love her. she’s good. she’s good.

i’m fricking. i’m fricking proud of myself. i heard that music and loved it and then cutter said it was based on a shakespeare play and i thought “that’s the tempest music.” and it was fuckin tempest music. this isn’t about wolf 359 i just gotta yell that even before cutter quoted it i felt that tempest feel in my soul.

i swear to pan The Harpoon is one of my favorite wolf 359 characters

jacobi!!! a great soul!!! maybe not a good one but a great one!! blowing that kazoo in victor’s face!! classique DID JACOBI JUST GET SHOT. SHIT. PLEASE TELL ME THAT WAS LOVELACE SHOOTING VICTOR. WHAT’S GOING ON. WHAT. 

so like is eiffel/jacobi a rarepair. idk i feel like they might mesh well together under better less morally suspect circumstances. the whole “want to turn my shit around and do some good for a chance” thing. and also the idea of jacobi being a bad influence on anne and completely destroying her chance of being an Upright and Morally Child Who Doesn’t Like Setting Things On Fire (At All) 

*takes the deepest possible breath* AALLLEXXAAAAAANDDEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

ssshshiiiiiiiiitttttttt that’s what decima was for

BOB’S BACK and god what i would give if bob would just. just. fuckin flatten them. just break past their shitting scienceyfied weapons and flatten them.

OH MY GOD EIFFEL WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT. IM SCREAMING. DOUG. DOUG NO. NO. NO YOU TERRIBLE CHILD. 

“with my life, darlin. with my life.” douglas f. eiffel..................!!!!

jacobi no!! stop hurting him!!

cutter just.........???? killled????? an alien????????????????????????

....................shit. shit. NO. don’t........take.....his memories........shit.... this is bad this is bad this is SO bad. this is SO SO BAD. pryce. pryce needs to die. she needs to die nice and quick ok she needs to go HERA!! HERO!! THANK GOD!

this is the scene where kepler comes and saves jacobi??? right???? right

the eiffera is so strong and i’m SO weak for it he believes in her so much damn......... and pryce can get bent hera IS the army

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT WARREN!!!! DAMN! WARREN!! GOD i knew his monologuing would kill him. i knew it. he should have just walked out. kepler. damn kepler. DAMN kepler. SHIT. SHIT.

jacobi.... jacobi no.......... jacobi don’t....................... J A C O B I [LONG UNENDING SCREAM]

M I N K O W S K I !!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE TOOK MONTY PYTHON AWAY FROM HIM!!! HOW DARE SHE! HOW FUCKIN DARE SHE!!! NO!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! HARPOON TO THE RESCUE!! SHIT MAN!!! HOLY SHIT!! HARPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!! [AIR HORNS BLARE]

uhhhhhhhhh i don’t like the way he said “let’s finish this” oh no  oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no  HIS MEMORIES OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO  EIFFEL NO!!!

and he’s awake for it. shit. oh god. oh god. oh god. he’s saying his final words. shit. shit. shit. 

[SCREAMS FOR AN ETERNITY] HE NEVER GOT TO SAY HIS WORDS TO HERA

AND NOW EIFFEL AND MINKOWSKI ARE MEETING  HE COMPARED HER TO KIRK AND HIM TO UHURA I’M DYING

...

...

....

they’re all gonna die aren’t they.

fuck.

NO! THEY’RE GOING TO GO THROUGH THE STAR! THEY’RE GOING TO GO THROUGH THE STAR!!

minkowski is completely and totally alone right now and i’m crying abt it. i’m crying a lot abt it rn. everything is going to shit. hell. HELL. this is my christmas present from gabriel fuckin urbina and co. hell. hell is my present. thanks gabriel urbina and co. this is some sweet sweet hell you’ve giftwrapped all pretty and nice for me.

minkowski and lovelace are okay.........................?

HOLY!! JACOBI!!! JACOBI’S GOOD!! HOLY SHIT!! I’M BEAMING SO HARD RIGHT NOW!!!!! OH MY GOD! MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 

eiffel calling her renee in that gentle quiet cautious voice is going to be the death of me. it is. i’m going to literally implode.

they’re............they’re going home...................they’re going home and alan rodi’s music is going to kill me..... doug just wants to stay with his friends......even now when he doesn’t really know them......... 

okay. this is going to take some time to absorb. i feel incredibly..........something. i don’t feel quite the sense of loss like i did at the end of taz balance because that was a definite end of something, i knew it wasn’t coming back because it was over (for the most part). this..... it’s probably not going to come back but their story isn’t over. douglas eiffel’s story for sure isn’t over, it’s just starting over again because he was a hero. they’re all heroes. 

“that was... wolf 359.” 

#language cw #i'm.......................................................hmm #talk to me tomorrow #i have a lot to process emotionally speaking and it's going to take a while #i need some headspace time.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “5 Minutes”

After a nasty concussion you got 2 months ago during a car chase where Batsy was involved, you developed a strange ability: for 5 minutes every day you can read minds. It happens at random times, you never know when it’s going to hit. It’s not necessarily a good thing…or a bad thing…

Friday, 3:25pm

You must be kidding me, you gasp, getting up from your loveseat, enraged as you can be and you go kick the desk, pushing all his papers on the floor.

“What the hell, Y/N?!”The Joker spins in his chair, turning towards you, wanting to start a whole tirade about how much you annoy him when you do random shit like this.

“Why are you thinking about Lexi’s boobs, huh?” you smack your lips, feeling your blood boiling. (she’s the new bartender at the club)

Dammit, J thinks, I’m busted. You couldn’t have read his mind at a worst moment so he tries to fix it:

“I was just accidentally thinking about that, Doll, and…”

You don’t care and block his attempt:

“Mine are not good enough for you?! I’m a G-cup; what do you need, triple G???!! You wanna suffocate with these airbags?”

He takes a deep breath and grins, knowing he might talk his way out of it:

“Daddy likes your airbags, ok? They’re purrrrrfect,” he purrs, slowly pulling you in his arms, wishing you would let it go. “Are you jealous?” he winks and you slap his hands away, annoyed.

“You suck!” you kick his foot, taking a couple of steps back.

“Where are you going, Pumpkin?” J inquires, irritated he got in trouble for such a trivial thing (in his opinion).

“I’m gonna go and stare at our henchmen’s butts and see which one looks nicer!!!” you yell, already heading out of the office.

“Don’t you dare, Y/N, come back here!” he growls, following you so he can set you up straight.

***************

Saturday, 9:57pm

Next day you evade him as much as you can and decide to go for a drive after dark. You are still livid from the day before and decide to take it out on a jewelry store you kind of had your eyes on for a while, breaking inside and smashing all the fragile glass counters, deciding to keep just a necklace for yourself when…

Fuck, you freeze for a few seconds when you realize Batsy is close, watching, probably waiting for you to notice him. You feel kind of stupid because you only have the baseball bath with you but your ability couldn’t find a better time to kick in for today.

You sniffle, placing the bath on your shoulder, and ask:

“Why do you keep on thinking about Bruce Wayne? Do you know him?” Batsy is shocked; he doesn’t know what to do with this so he doesn’t move a muscle when you keep on yapping:

“Are you related or something? All I see in your mind is that name,” you tilt your head to the side and smile; and my God, he freaks out and doesn’t show it when you wink at him (he just thought about it for a second but you caught it):

“Oh, thank you, they’re real. Mister J loves them too… supposedly,” you scoff and look down at your low cut top, passing your fingers through your hair. “Are you taking me to Arkham?” and you bend over because a very shiny diamond on the floor got your attention. ”Hey, don’t think that about my boyfriend!” you snap, kneeling so you can collect your treasure. Batsy didn’t say a word and he has no clue what the hell is going on, but you sure seem to know what’s in his mind. When you look up again, he’s gone.

You’ve never been more confused in your life; you thought you will for sure be locked away which will happen soon anyway if you don’t run: the police sirens are getting closer and closer.

******************

Sunday, 8:17am

The following morning you wake up, stretching and realizing J is not next to you - probably taking a shower and…it hits you for the present day. After a few seconds you hold your breath, stunned at the revelation: Oh my God, no way! And you jump out of bed, dashing in the bathroom, yanking the shower curtain to the side and just stare at him with the widest, creepiest grin ever:

“That’s your real name, baby??!!”

“Huh?” he turns towards you with soap in his eyes, trying to rinse his face. “What?” he makes you repeat because he didn’t quite hear you the first time.

“I know your real name, you were just thinking about it!” and your smirk gets even wider, if that’s possible.

“Are you kidding me?!” The Joker snarls, gazing at you with his mouth opened in frustration, debating on what to do.

“I knew it your name doesn’t even start with a J, I just flipping knew it !“ You suddenly sulk, furrowing your eyebrows, “Hey, stop thinking about killing me!…Stop it I said!”

“Then stop reading my mind, woman!!!” he splashes you with water, feeling homicidal and you try to ignore it:

“I can’t help it, you know that. Can I call you by your real name?”

“NO!” he slaps your shoulder but you don’t even care and get inside the shower with him, totally smitten.

“What about when we have sex?”

“No way!” he protests yet you get in his face, keeping that eerie smile on your lips. Right when you thought he can’t surprise you anymore…

“It’s suuuchhh a cool, unique name, I reaalllyyy dig it!” you roar, kissing him and getting such an urge to spend the day in the bedroom. “Sexiest name ever!”

The Joker doesn’t really react for a few moments but then he kisses you back as you grumble, locking your hands around his neck, enjoying the warm water on your skin:

“I said stop thinking about killing me!”

“I can’t help it,” he mocks your voice, actually telling the truth. Yeap, you know it too since you can still hear his thoughts.

********************

Monday, 1:31pm

You walk alongside Frost, holding his arm, focusing on walking normal since J went crazy on you yesterday. He was sooo pissed you found out one of his secrets that no living soul is supposed to know. Jonny is confessing how much he hates the latest missions because they are getting more and more dangerous when…here it comes for today.

“You would leave?!” you detach from his hand, astound while reading his mind. “You would just leave??!!!” Your eyes get watery and he doesn’t know what to say seeing how flustered you got.

“What’s going on?” J wants to find out when he catches up with the two of you. “Did you say something to my girl?” he barks at Frost after seeing your tears. “Nobody makes her cry but me, understood?” he continues to lecture while you don’t hear anything, too distressed about what Jonny was thinking.

“YOU!!!!!!!!!” you suddenly shout, interrupting The Joker’s discourse, pointing your finger at Frost, fed up with all the crap: “You don’t deserve me as your best friend!!!” and you are so mad your body shakes. “AND YOU!!!!!” your finger is now pointing towards J, “You don’t deserve me as your girlfriend!!!!”

You take a few deep breaths, letting it all out and even more irritating information comes up:

“Stop thinking about killing me!!!!!!!!!” you address J so loud all the other henchmen halt what they’re doing around the warehouse, puzzled on what’s going down with your little group. “YOU BOTH SUCK!!!”

You can’t even be there anymore so you turn on your high hills and strut away, not wanting to hear what’s going on in anybody’s brain anymore. But it’s not up to you; your daily 5 minutes are still here.

“Yes, they are real, OK????!!!!” you yell at all the guys on your way out, pointing at your cleavage, exasperated that so many have doubts about it. For once, you would just love to silence all the voices in your head and since you are aware you can’t, it really pushes you to the limit as you storm outside the building.

“Who was thinking that way about my Princess, YOU JERKS?????” The Joker’s angry rant resonates behind you before the heavy metal doors shutting down cut off all the sound.

*********************

Tuesday, 6:21pm

You drove away to your house on the secluded small patch of beach you own on the coast because you really need a break.  Your ability hits and for once you don’t have somebody around; it feels really good not to deal with reading minds. You blocked J’s and Frost’s phone numbers, this way they won’t bother you. Sure as hell they will try and that’s not an option for now.

* Frost was thinking about leaving on vacation, not permanently, tired as he can be after all the assignments but you didn’t let him finish his thoughts since you panicked and lashed out. On the other hand, J really had murderous intent in his mind- again. That was genuine. He’s such a sweetheart…*

*********************

Wednesday, 10:01am

You are finally finished with the morning walk along the shoreline and you are heading back to the house. It’s so nice and warm you can actually get away with wearing your favorite two piece bathing suit without feeling cold.

You slide the glass panel and tread inside.

“Oh,” you frown, seeing him in the kitchen, twiddling with your cell phone.

“What kind of greeting is that, hm?” J moves his elbows towards the end of the kitchen counter, not lifting his eyes up, concentrating on his task. “There, I’m unblocked,” he sighs, sliding your phone towards the center of the table. “Nobody blocks my number, Pumpkin, especially you, got it?” he bites his lip, huffing so you get the point faster. “You can keep Frost blocked thought,” the suggestion is fast to follow.

You gulp, noticing what he has on: the nerve on this man! He is sporting (try to keep yourself together) the purple shirt of sex, your absolute favorite. This shirt does things to you and he is very aware of it.

“Wh-what are you wearing?” you utter, feeling your heart skipping a beat.

“A shirt, Y/N,” he responds, the level of sass going up pretty high.

You take a few steps towards him and glance at that almost unbuttoned, enchanting piece of clothing, but have the confidence to mumble:

“I’m staying here for a while and you’re not welcomed, so…” and you show him the exit.

“HA!” The Joker sarcastically grins, slowly approaching and it gives you goose bumps.

“Y-you and your shirt stay away from me, alright?” you try to bargain without success. That shirt and those eyes sure are a lethal combo.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s just a shirt,” he insists, no doubt having some plan regarding the whole thing.

“Stay away, I mean it,” you sniffle, backing out more. “I’m not sleeping with you and I don’t want to…ummm… talk to you.” Wow, that sounds so fake it makes you hate yourself instantly.

“Good, makes two of us,” J shamelessly lies without blinking, being so close you can smell his cologne. Jesus, your favorite one: you’re so screwed.

10:05am

“I don’t want to!” you stop his hand pulling down on your bikini.

He just snickers with a devious expression on his face, forcing you against the wall.

“I-I really don’t want to,” you fight the sensation and for some reason manage not to lose your shit.

My God he’s a good kisser, you think when his lips find yours and you close your eyelids, moaning; he doesn’t see it coming when you push him away: “That’s enough, p-please take your shirt and go!” BUT, luckily (or unluckily) it kicks in for today:

10:08am

That freaky smile flourishes on your face once more as you read his mind.

“Really???” you whimper, emotional at that split moment he thought about it. “You love me?”

“What?!” he scoffs, so vexed your ability always hits when he is thinking about stuff he doesn’t want you to know. “No way, I barely tolerate you!” J attempts to save his pride but you sure have that bizarre, unsettling sparkle in your eyes that makes him tense.

You giggle, not giving a damn he is denying it, signaling him to come to you.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, woman,” he bitterly mutters but approaches regardless.

“I don’t have to,” you whisper, happy like never before and elbow him in the next second:

“Seriously??!!! Stop thinking about killing me!”

He starts chuckling and you tug on his shirt, antagonized:

“Are you… are you thinking it on purpose to annoy me?”

“Ahhhh, I wouldn’t know, Kitten, you’re the mind reading expert,” The Joker lifts you in his arms, making sure not to think about how much he likes you (in his own way) by the time the 5 minutes are up.

Too late, you already know.

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DESCRIPTION: Every country has its own haunted story and South Korea is no exception. The Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital is said to be one of the creepiest places in the country, especially with the legend that surrounds the facility. In this video, we will visit the haunted asylum that is so famous that people constantly break in to check it out and perhaps, find some ghost. Sadly, we will be doing the same thing and hope that we don’t hurt ourselves.

PREVIEW: Suzanne held onto her trusty baseball bat tightly while walking down the long corridor slowly. The camera man followed her closely as he focused the camera on her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again...” The young female whined, hands clutching onto the object tightly but upon hearing a loud crashing noise from one of the rooms, Suzanne let out a shriek as she swung the bat towards the direction of the sound before running away while screaming. “WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO US?!”

VIDEO: Standing in front of the building is Suzanne, a blank expression plastered on her face as she let out a soft sigh which brought the camera man to laugh at her. “Start already!” He spoke up and she immediately narrowed her eyes at him before scowling softly, her shoulders dropping nonetheless. “Ah, yeah.. Hi, this is another episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved and right now, we’re at the Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital and I’m sure I’m going to regret this yet again tonight.” She spoke up before letting out a dejected chuckle, hands moving up to ruffle her hair gently. “Ah! Whatever, let’s just break in now and check out the place while there’s still light out.” The female grumbled before reaching down to pick up her bags, turning around to find an entrance.

With her backpack and her sleeping bag in hand, the duo walked around the perimeter until they could find an entrance. Luckily for them, hidden behind trees and bushes was a small entryway; a part of the wire fence that was cut open, proving that people have been breaking in the establishment. “Be careful!” The female spoke up as she threw in her luggage first before crouching down to step in carefully, hoping not to get cut or scratched by the metal. Once she got over, she reached out for the camera man’s luggage, the video getting a little shaky as they move around. Taking the camera from him, Suzanne waited until the male got over, the lens fixated on her feet and the ground. “Ahh, be careful! This guy..” Her voice could be heard despite not having the camera point at her.

Once they were inside the building, the first thing that’s notice is how dusty and rundown the place was. “So apparently, this place closed down around the 1990′s but if you look around, it looks like it’s been closed before that time, huh?” Suzanne spoke quietly, not wanting to wake anything up. “Also, there are supposedly several legends about this place like how the owner would treat the patients like prisoners and lock them up in their rooms or that the staff members were just as insane as the patients or that the owner himself was just as insane and that’s why he made this place to kind of hide the fact that he was mentally insane. Yet despite all of these legends, some sources say that the asylum closed down due to the economy and sewage problems. Whatever the reason is, I just hope I don’t end up falling over from running too much.” She admitted causing the duo to chuckle at her words, a wide yet cheeky grin forming.

“We should probably set up in the first floor since it’s safer and we’re not crazy.” The female spoke up as they searched for a room that’s suitable for them for the night. “Let’s be quick because we have to check out the place before it gets dark.” The male suggested which encouraged Suzanne to move faster, finding a room that’s closest to the entrance. “There’s three floors to this so let’s go!” She beamed, rushing towards the staircase only to realize that each step caused a loud creak that echoed throughout the place. Immediately, she slowed down and began to take careful steps as the duo had noticed some steps were broken and pretty dangerous.

“So according to some people, they usually hear eerie sounds or voices. Very rarely do they see an actual ghost. It’s mostly mists and shadows. Lucky for us, there are no reports of these ghosts being violent or harmful.” She began to speak while going through each room, taking in the view of the abandoned place. “This time, we brought in the equipment again, hoping that we could pick up some of the voices if there’s any.” The duo began to set up small cameras around the rooms that appeared to have more ghost encounters and then went back downstairs to eat before venturing out for the night.

Once it got dark, Suzanne and the camera man picked up their equipment and the female wore a headgear with a small camera attached to it before picking up her bat. “Are you seriously bringing a bat?” He asked, snickering at her causing her to scoff at him. “Listen, just because there were no reports of violent ghosts doesn’t mean that they are not true. Plus, what if we’re not alone? What if there are people here too just to scare others? I’m trying to be safe here!” She whined loudly, shaking the bat a bit before stepping out of the room. The whole establishment is pitch black and their only source of light came from the flashlights that they brought. The place was quiet which added to the eerie environment; the only sound they could hear was their own breathing.

Before she spoke up, Suzanne cleared her throat to make sure that her voice was low enough. “This place looks so different at night. It actually looks scarier and more mysterious and hopefully, we pick up something.” As the duo continued to wander around, they began to hear a soft noise; unsure if it was a voice or just a sound from the establishment, Suzanne pulled out the small machine and began to record, clearing her throat once again to speak. “Uh.. hello, my name is Suzanne and I’m wondering if there are any ghosts present right now.” She spoke up before inhaling deeply. “We heard a noise not too long ago and I want to know if you’re trying to communicate with us or that’s just a noise.” She added, closing her eyes tightly as they waited for a response. They heard another noise which startled Suzanne, causing her to shriek softly. “Ah.. you heard that, right? We should.. listen to the audio now..” As the duo hurdled together, Suzanne pressed on the play button, hoping to hear something. The audio played and they could hear the female speak; once the noise was heard, they listened intently only to let their eyes grow wide. They looked at each other in surprise, blinking rapidly. “Did you hear that?” The male asked to which Suzanne nodded her head a bit. “Did it really say that though..?”

Pressing the play button once again, Suzanne leaned in closer to listen carefully, hearing the words ‘Get out.’ play yet again. With the color draining off her face, the young female whined loudly before reaching out to smack his arm repeatedly causing him to wince and groan. “Let’s go!! Let’s go somewhere else!!” She whined some more, her brows furrowing a bit before dipping her head repeatedly. “I’m so sorry for disturbing you. We’ll be going now!” She apologized, reaching out to wrap her hand around his wrist, tugging on it gently as they stepped out of the room.

Moving on to another floor, they found a rather long corridor which made the female inhale sharply before sighing quietly. Suzanne held onto her trusty baseball bat tightly while walking slowly. The camera man followed her closely as he focused the camera on her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again...” The young female whined, hands clutching onto the object tightly but upon hearing a loud crashing noise from one of the rooms, Suzanne let out a shriek as she swung the bat towards the direction of the sound before running away while screaming. “WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO US?!” The camera man began to run after her, yelling at her to stop but the female refused. “Hey! Come back!! Don’t run too fast!!!”

The scene changed to Suzanne crouched down while hugging the bat close to her chest, rocking back and forth while taking in deep breaths. “This is so much worse than the amusement park. At least that one is just ground level! If I want to escape this place, I would have to run down a flight of very dangerous stairs and maybe trip and fall!” She whined causing the camera man to laugh at her dramatic antics before tugging on her sleeve gently to help her stand up. They continued to wander around, picking up several audio pieces before going back to the room with their belongings in.

“Hey, isn’t it like.. pretty cold here?” The camera man spoke up causing Suzanne to whine quietly, reaching up to smack his arm repeatedly. “Don’t say that! I’m going to smack you some more!” She hissed, crouching down to hug her bat closely to herself again, letting out a fake sob. Soon enough, she got over her little dramatic phase then proceeded to glance at the camera again with a grin. “So now that we’re done with our tour, we are going to attempt.. to sleep and hopefully not die.” Her words caused the male to chuckle and they began to get ready for bed. Snuggling against her sleeping bag, Suzanne tried to smile once again at the camera before speaking up. “So, this is it, guys. We’re going to sleep. See you all in a few hours!”

The video sped up just a little bit until a few hours had passed when the camera man jolted up with a panic look in his face, glancing around before waking the female up. “Hey, did you hear that? Yah Suzanne, wake up!” The commotion caused the female to stir in her sleep and soon enough, she pushed herself up, a hand rubbing against her eyes gently. “Wh-what..?” She mumbled, focusing on the male’s face before letting her eyes grow wide. “What happened?!” Her voice was shaky and she tried not to freak out but instead of responding, the male picked up the recorder and played the audio, shushing her. ‘I told you to get out and you refuse to listen. Get out!’ Suzanne’s eyes grew wide as goosebumps formed on her arms, her jaw dropping slightly as she looked back up at him.

“Who is she? Who is that voice? Didn’t it say this place closed down because of the economy and sewage problems? If that’s the case, then who is she and why does she want us to get out?” Instead of responding, the female let out a whine before scrambling around to pack up her belongings. “I don’t care who she is! Let’s go!!” She panicked, a cool breeze hitting the duo causing her to shriek loudly. “What are you doing?! Pack up! We’re leaving!” She yelled out while shoving everything in her backpack before settling the baseball bat down as some sort of peace offering. “Whoever you are, I’m sorry. We’re sorry and we’re leaving!” She announced, dipping her head repeatedly before dragging the male by the wrist, the duo stumbling every once in a while as they rushed towards the car. The scene ends with the two of them driving off before fading to black.

Suzanne sat behind the desk of their supposedly headquarters, a small smile forming on her lips as she waved at the camera. “That was a pretty interesting visit at the asylum. So, we listened to the audios that we gathered up and a lot of them were mostly from a female voice telling us to get out. We tried to find out whose voice that could belong to but there were too many female patients and female employees to actually get the correct answer. Our camera also caught a mist at some point and even if it was brief, it was still something so let’s take a look at it.” The scene soon focused on the camera footage wherein a mist began to form in between of the duo, lasting for about ten seconds before fully disappearing. “We went to the asylum with several questions and left that place with even more questions. Will we ever find the real answers about this asylum? Who is the owner of that voice and why did she want us to leave? Are there more secrets that we do not know of? All of these questions will remain... unsolved.”

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Love Me Better - Ch. 19

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The air was sweaty and cold when she awoke with a gasp. Her nightmares consisted of several strangers getting shot as their blood spilled all over her. All she could hear was the faint hissing coming from their overly open mouths. She shook it off and sat up. It was still dark outside when she glanced out the window. She saw a car pull up at that moment and a familiar figure stepped out of it.

Vy got dressed in a flash and ran down the stairs. She checked to see if anybody was around the foyer when Minhyuk walked in. When she saw nobody else, she ran to him. He put down his bag when he saw her and smiled as she dived straight into his arms.

Everything she held in, vanished as soon as she touched him. He stroked her hair as they embraced. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms. She felt a kiss at the top of her head and looked up at him.

He smiled widely at her and laughed as Vy began to feel embarrassed at her sudden attack. He leaned down and kissed her. She was lost. Her thoughts disappeared in that moment and all she could feel was pure happiness.

She let go of him when she felt her heart beating too wildly. He held on to her waist not wanting to let go.

Finally Minhyuk spoke with a timid smile on his face. "Can I always be greeted like that from now on?"

Vy laughed and put her hands on his chest, she could not stop touching him. As if he might vanish as soon as she stopped.

Someone cleared their throat and Vy turned to see who it was. Wonho stood there looking awkwardly at the ground. His arms were crossed and he barely looked her in the eye.

"Sorry to interrupt, Shownu wants to see you right away Minhyuk," Wonho said in a low voice.

He then left abruptly. Vy knit her eyebrows together watching him leave. Shownu had told her to keep an eye on him and all she saw since yesterday was a wild card of a man.

Minhyuk noticed Vy's expression. "Are you alright?"

She looked back at him and shook her head. "No I'm okay, it's just been a crazy few days. I've been getting used to the job."

Minhyuk squeezed her hands gently. "If you ever want to talk about anything, please come to me. I'll listen to it all. Can I come by your room after I'm done with Shownu?"

She nodded and hugged him one more time. "I'm really glad you're back Minhyuk."

When he turned around the corner out of her sight she sighed. A few minutes later the magic  wore off and she was back to thinking about all the events from the past few days.

Her thoughts, in a desperate attempt to get away from the bridge massacre, shifted to her meeting with Shownu. When he told her Chae Soo was leader of the Jeon Syndicate it all started to make a little more sense. The risk of a gang war rested on Wonho's ability to remain calm around his ex. She decided to shift her thoughts again.

On her way back to her room she remembered something vital. Something that needed to be dealt with right away.

She knocked on his door and was greeted by Changkyun. He saw her and his expression became sheepish. She was ushered inside and sat at his dining table. His room was neat and clean, there were comic books laid out on his bed.

"Hey," she said.

He looked up at the ceiling and put his hands on his face. "I'm sorry I saw that. I know I wasn't supposed to. I just have this really bad habit of hanging out in random places where people can't see me-I know it's weird..."

Vy looked at him calmly and leaned forward onto the table. "I know you weren't trying to spy, but you should be careful now. Wonho would rip you apart for this you know that right?"

Changkyun gave a tired expression, "yeah I know...Are you going to tell him?"

Vy thought about it for a moment. From what she had seen he seemed like a good man. Though she wondered if that was her 'green' side coming out.

"Can I trust you?" Vy said.

Changkyun looked at her like his feelings were slightly hurt. She was about to apologize when he stopped her.

"No, I know what you mean. I'm the new guy, I haven't bled with the boys yet. Nobody can trust the weirdo hiding in corners..." His thoughts seemed to drift to other places.

"Have you done this since you were a kid?" Vy said.

Changkyun looked around uncomfortably. "Yeah, I've just always enjoyed solitude. It was always fun for me to be the observer you know? I can't explain it but it's just my thing. Then people started catching on to my...specialty? Seems like the only thing I'm good at. And it's probably the creepiest thing ever." He sighed at the end of his rant and sat on his bed.

Vy chuckled lightly and shook her head when Changkyun was about to protest. "I just think it's funny, it's not even that weird. There are worse things you could be doing Changkyun, don't worry about it."

This time he looked her in the eyes when he said, "thank you Vy, really."

Sun streamed through her window when she returned to her room. She decided to clean up before Minhyuk got there. A knock occurred at her door and she opened it expecting him.

"Hey babe," Hyungwon leaned against the door frame.

He was a perfect combination of tall dark and handsome. A trench coat hung off his long body and he gave her a Cheshire Cat smile.

She gave him a puzzled look. "What's up?"

"I just got the breakdown for the assignment. I'm leading it and we're going tonight. Thought to let you know, and I just wanted to see you jagi..."

She pursed her lips at is seductive tone. "Okay, thanks...I heard that Wonho's ex is who we have to meet with..." With each word her voice slowed down.

Hyungwon straightened up a bit more and cleared his throat. "Soo, yeah...she's the one. It's going to be interesting that's for sure." He looked away from her.

"Is there anything I should know before we do this?" Vy said.

Hyungwon paused to think. "Don't trust anyone but us, don't say anything, and keep an eye on Wonho."

With the sound of a kiss he left and she could not help but giggle at his demeanour. As soon as she closed the door another knock occurred.

She opened the door and said, "Hyungwon if you call me jagi one more time-"

Minhyuk looked at her with a confused expression. "What was Hyungwon here for?"

She laughed at her mistake and pulled Minhyuk inside. They began to discuss the assignment. Minhyuk looked anxious about it and she wondered if he was worrying about Wonho as well.

"I'm worried that Wonho might have a hard time," Vy said.

Minhyuk looked at the ground, "...Yeah, he will. It won't be easy for anyone. I wish Shownu didn't put you on this, you only just started and this is so dangerous. We're going into -not quite enemy- but foreign territory. The Park family has no say on Hanamuri land. And if anything happens to you..."

She took his hand with a smile, "if I'm with you I know I'll be okay...hope that wasn't too cheesy."

He was still tense but pulled her in for a hug. "Are you sure you're okay? I heard about what happened at the bridge."

Vy held him tightly, "It wasn't fair, at all. But I need to be able to deal with it to do this job, and despite everything I want to do this. I want to be with you."

His gaze held a look she could not fathom. It was almost as if his eyes appeared glassy. He then kissed her with an intense passion and once again she was numb to all that was around her.

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Later that night they took two cars, Vy went with Minhyuk while Hyungwon and Wonho went together. They parked in a dimly lit alley adjacent to the club. The air was wet and sticky with dew. When she breathed vapour would appear in front of her mouth and she shivered in the cold. Minhyuk took off his jacket and put it on her. His smell comforted the knot of worry in her stomach.

A large sign was lit up in the front entrance and Vy was surprised to see a very scantily clad woman smoking by the venue. She wore beaded chains and a g string. It looked too intense for the clubs she was thinking of.

She leaned over to Minhyuk. "What kind of club is this?"

Hyungwon overheard and clasped a hand around her shoulder leading her towards the entrance ahead of the other two. "Nobody told you? This might be a bit awkward, it's a nightclub...and a strip club."

Vy raised her eyebrows in comprehension and a flurry of emotions went through her. She hated being unprepared for it and was anxious about meeting Chae Soo but she got it together and nodded. Hyungwon opened the door for her and she walked inside.

It was huge and oddly classy looking which was the opposite of what she expected. The interior had thick red velvet curtains and two stair cases on the side that led to another level downstairs. It seems the first level contained the club and a large bar as she saw many people dancing and ordering drinks. She noticed that bouncers stood in front of the two staircases leading downstairs.

A large man with a clipboard walked up to them. He dripped with natural intimidation as his biceps were roughly larger than her head.

"Name." He said.

"Hyungwon."

The man looked surprised at his name and led them downstairs past the other bouncers and she saw a whole other world. There were three brightly lit catwalks along rows of velvet covered tables. Women wearing almost nothing danced atop them while people drank and enjoyed their company. They walked past a man getting a lap dance from a beautiful woman wearing a skimpy one piece.

They stopped in a quieter area near the back of the vicinity and the bouncer told them to wait.

"She will be here soon Mr. Chae," he said looking at Hyungwon.

Vy thought she misheard, she looked at Hyungwon. "Wait, what's your whole name?"

He was about to speak when a woman in a blue dress walked in. She had voluminous brown hair and red stained lips. Her nails were painted and filed to a dangerous point while her fingers and neck were laced with minimal gold jewelry. The neckline of her dress was cut past her cleavage and she walked with the air of a cloud though her stiletto heels had the impact of a hammer. She stopped in front of Hyungwon and flashed him a dazzling smile.

"Oppa, how I've missed you..."

Vy's jaw dropped even though she tried not to react. Her eyes met with Soo's and she felt like a speck of dirt on the ground. If looks could kill this woman would receive the grand prize.

Hyungwon looked strained and took the hand she offered. "Soo, I have some business to discuss with you."

"Straight to the point, I didn't expect anything less. Though I would have hoped after so long you might wonder how I've been doing," Soo said with a slight frown.  

Vy could feel the tension in the room growing exponentially. She had no idea why her heart started beating so fast but she could feel it pounding in her ears. She saw Wonho move from her peripheral and noticed how tense he was. His arms were locked in a crossed state and though he tried to look casual, waves of discomfort rippled from his forced figure.

"Minhyuk, it's been a while..." she said trailing off and glancing at Wonho.

She started to saunter towards him when Hyungwon stopped her. As soon as his hand touched her arm, a group of bouncers took out their guns. Minhyuk pushed Vy behind him and Wonho and Hyungwon stood there in the standoff.

Melodious laughter filled the air. "Boys, calm down. He's my brother, he would never hurt me," Soo said.

She gently hooked her arm through Hyungwon's as the men put their guns down. Vy felt like a statue, even if she wanted to move the air was so thick she could barely breathe.

Soo looked at Wonho with an unidentifiable expression, "Wonho...how are you?"

Vy had never seen him look the way he did in that moment. She had gotten to know him for a while and she saw many moments of rage, many moments of annoyance, but this was different. There was a depth that went far below anything she had seen before.

He forced his face into apathy as he replied to her, "Living the dream, as usual."

Soo looked like she wanted to say more but she refrained. Her eyes then snapped to Vy. Once again Vy felt like she was being stabbed with a serrated knife. A cold chill ran through her body.

"Who is she?"

It was Minhyuk that spoke, he put a hand on Vy's back. "She's one of us."

Soo glanced between Minhyuk and Vy, raising an eyebrow. She nodded at Vy and all Vy could do was stare. Soo then let Hyungwon escort her to a private booth where they could talk.

The men showed Minhyuk, Vy, and Wonho to a table. A waitress brought them drinks. She wore a lacy black corset that lifted her breasts dramatically. Vy felt very offset by the alluring environment and the danger they were truly in.

Minhyuk scanned the room eyeing every single bouncer while Wonho glared at the booth Soo was in.  Vy decided to observe the area around her and determine where all the exits were.

A loud song came on and everyone cheered as the stage lit up with a spotlight. A gorgeous dark woman walked on stage with a pastel pink two piece on. She looked like a chocolate dream and every man around the room seemed to think so as well. Vy watched the way she swayed her hips to the song and walked up to a pole on centre stage.

She had been to strip clubs before on rowdy post bar trips with her friends a long time ago. Though it was not quite as upscale as this place was. There was an air of vanity and grace among the unavoidable seediness that came with all clubs.

After a while Hyungwon came back looking annoyed and worried. Vy stood up when he approached her.

"Do you need me for something?" Vy said.

Hyungwon came to the table as Wonho and Minhyuk listened in closely.

"She's going to help us out. But we have to play by her rules, I'll explain more when we get back. For now though, she wants to talk to you Vy."

Vy looked at Hyungwon like he spoke a foreign language. "What?"

"She said she'll be be cooperative, but she wants to speak with Vy."

Both Minhyuk and Wonho spoke, "Why?"

Hyungwon shrugged. "I don't know why, but Vy be careful don't reveal anything. She will take everything you say and figure things out from between the lines."

Vy nodded and walked over to the booth. Her legs felt heavy and her heart raced. She wished she was not so intimidated by this woman but it was incredibly hard not to be.

The booth was shielded with a translucent black curtain that a guard held up for her when she arrived. Soo did not look at her until she sat down.

"Hello, Vy."

"H-hi..."

"So you're the newest member of the Clan hmm," Soo studied her face while sipping on a glass of wine, "how did you meet them?"

Vy hated being questioned like this and did not want to give vital information away though she had no choice but to answer. She thought it best not to lie.

"I ran away from home."

Soo smiled at Vy. "Seems the best option for a poor situation, doesn't it?"

Vy nodded.

"Oppa will give you the details but on the day the meeting goes down two of you will work for me, the other two will be guests. Vy, you will work for me and that means you'll need to come here earlier than the rest to get dressed and briefed by one of my girls."

"Dressed?"

Soo smirked at her, "you look like you have a nice body underneath all that. So be prepared."

"I'm sorry, prepared for what exactly?"

Soo laughed at Vy's confusion. "You'll be going undercover as one of my strippers."

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