#and one somebody yelled at me in the notes about ;D

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CONGRATS ON 1.5K POOKIE ‼️❤️😼😼

if u have time i wanna like request a 42!miles x reader where reader hears some girls shit talking miles about random stuff u pick !! and then she gets like super mad at confronts them and it turns into like this bigass fight a crowd forms and everything and maybe it could be like outside the building where miles is and him and ganke are eating and they hear the noises and stuff and miles is like “wtf is that.. 🌚” and ganke looks out the window and he’s just like “bro it’s ur girl what the fuck.. ⁉️⁉️😨⁉️” and miles is just like 🏃‍♀️💨 and pushes the big ass crowd away n sees his girlfriend beating the shit out of the person and he like breaks it up and takes her out of the area and she explains the whole thing ab how it was ab him and he’s jus like “you don’t even know how much i love you what the hell. ⁉️⁉️😣” and it’s just fluffy in the end ????

HELP WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SPECIFIC.. if this is like too long don’t even worry about it pookie you already feed me enough w all ur fics im in LOOVVVEVEVE !! anyways congrats again 😼😼

say that again to my face. — miles 42 x fem!reader

summary: sometimes, people forget that they should be minding their own business instead of giving their unsolicited opinions on matters they have nothing good to say about—and especially not to offend a guy's girlfriend by shit talking her boy when she's not taking any of your shit. pairing: miles 42 x fem!reader genre: slight angst and comfort word count: 1,519 author's note: AWW POOKIE, THANKIES !! man ngl, i like the thought of reader being the type of person to not take your shit and be the defender this time instead of miles, HE DESERVES SOMEBODY WHO'S WILLING TO GET HURT FOR HIM, TOO, OKAY !!! omg i hope you like this 💖💖💖

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the shuffling of feet and excited, worried clamoring of other students as they drew more attention to the occurrence outside of the school building was creating more and more tension as nearly everyone exited the cafeteria and went outside to the school grounds. "what's... going on?" miles asked ganke as they exited the cafeteria, with ganke's eyes widening as he got a good look of what was going on and who exactly was the center of attention right now for a not-so good reason. he grabbed miles by the shoulders and dragged him to a spot where he could view the chaos a little better. "dude, it's your girl, she's going crazy on this other girl!" he exclaimed with a rushed voice, worried for you as much as miles should've been, had he known it was you all along being gathered around and filmed as chaos ensued.

as soon as miles heard that his girl was getting some unwanted attention–having a whole crowd surround her–he had to get her out of there immediately. he wove his way through the people filming, cheering and chanting, and merely watching as you throttled this girl you were fighting the best you could–repeating to her as she exclaimed and tried fighting you back: 'what, too scared to say it again? huh? i'll show you who you're messing with this time, bitch!' the crowd went wild hearing you cuss, it wasn't rare for you to cuss since practically everyone was aware you weren't the most innocent person around—but you were definitely a sweetheart, to the right people; no one could believe you were capable of hurting someone this badly, not even miles could believe you were saying all these awful things that sounded so uncharacteristic of you. as miles made his way towards you, his eyes widened, his heart sinking in his stomach as he watched you wrestle with this other girl and screaming at her–hurling insults and taunts at her through teary eyes, yelling out in pain as she pulled at your hair and tried scratching at your face.

"mi cielo, enough!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to you, nearly tripping over as he got in between you two and took the other girl's hits for you. ganke had made his way through the crowd and helped you up, with miles telling everyone the fight was over, there was nothing left to watch, as he jogged off to see you by the infirmary as the crowd gathered around the girl fighting with you just earlier. after you got patched up, ganke left you and miles to have a talk together. miles founs it very out of character for you to have done what you did–after all, you hated violence; there was no way you would've fought that girl for no reason, not unless it was a good reason. "babe, please... what happened?" miles asked you in a soft, worried tone as he placed his hand on your arm and gently caressed you, rubbing your arm slowly up and down, hoping you'd answer when you were ready.

you took in a deep breath and pulled out your phone. "i know this isn't the most justified reason, but, miles... watch this." you told him as you unlocked your phone, scrolled over to your gallery and clicked on a recently taken video of you on the thumbnail. miles obliged and took the phone from your hands, watching the video as it played out. the video started off as a sweet little video message you were gonna send miles, a cute little short of showing him the dance moves you were practicing for fun and ask him what he thought–you were filming this by the sinks at the girl's comfort room, with nobody else there–until midway in the video, a couple of popular kids that used to bully you had entered, and you soon took your phone away, forgetting to pause the recording.

you remained silent and pretended to wash your hands, propping your phone down as you washed your hands to cover up anything else you were doing earlier, not wanting to attract these girls' attention. they were in deep conversation about such shallow things–boys, clothes, victims of their bullying escapades and laughing at their poor, pitiful faces–and you were getting all the more disgusted the longer you heard them. one of the girls then mentioned a name you were quite familiar with, it was, of course, your boyfriend's name.

"oh, yeah, that morales kid... he's kinda weird, not gonna lie." said the girl, causing you to involuntarily look their way. the other girls agreed, stating that he seemed too quiet or too cringy in his outfits, in his shoes, in his choice of friends–or in their eyes, his lack thereof. they cackled to themselves how, for a cute boy from middle school, he ended up seeming like a real 'weirdo'. "it's such a shame... i honestly found his whole little sweetheart act in middle school so adorable, now he's just a killjoy. guess his dad not being around taught him how to turn girls away from him instead of making him even a bit likeable." "what did you say?" you butt in, drying your hands, the camera still rolling and you not noticing.

the girls looked your way with quizzical looks in their eyes, they don't remember you since you had quite the difference in your appearance from when they bullied you a few years ago, but nonetheless, you seemed like a bug to them–a pest–like every other kid at this school that was at their disposal. the girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing you up and down. "who are you?" "not important. now, what did you say again?" you asked her, your eyes narrowing at her, with her eyes narrowing down at yours. the girl chuckled and sauntered over to you, her face in the frame now–looking completely different than the beaten and battered girl from earlier. she smirked at you and neared her face to yours, which was still scowling at her. "i get it... you like him, don't you? figures, a little... nobody like you with a little freak like him, acting like little weirdos that think they're more than muck in gutters, thinking they're hot shit for standing up to me–" and with that, your nostrils flared as you fumed, and grabbed at her hair; furious that she had the gall to talk to you that way.

miles watched incredulously as you kept pulling the girl's hair, practically screaming at her to say what she said again as the girl retaliated and slapped at your hands, yelling for the girls with her to get you off her–but those girls did nothing to help. they walked out of the comfort room and presumably ran off out the halls to avoid your wrath. and after some roughhousing... you two ended up at the school grounds, where that all went down. after watching, miles looked at you with pain in his eyes; guilty tears soon filling his eyes as shameful tears filled yours as you clung on to miles' sleeve.

"babe, i'm sorry... nothing will ever make this better, but i... i never meant to hurt her, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to cause a scene, i... i just couldn't bear to have them say that to you..." you mumbled out in choked sobs as you began to cry. miles shushed you and wiped the tears from your eyes, cupping your face and holding you close to him as he set your phone away. "mi amor... i'm sorry, i'm sorry you... oh, i can't even... you didn't have to do that for me. i... i'm okay with being labelled as a weirdo, a freak–just as long as you don't get hurt. that's all i want... i love you more than you could ever know, you don't even... i love you, mi vida..." he whispered as he kissed your forehead, eliciting more tears to fall down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

if he was gonna be honest, if someone else said the same things about you, miles would not hesitate to have done as you did–confront those assholes and show them what's what; but having that fone for him felt so... different. he felt guilty, somehow, that you got hurt and hurt someone for him–risked getting disciplinary action for him and getting a lot of people against you for him. he wants to make it up to you, but all he can do now is be here in the moment and reassure you that, no matter what other people may think of him, nothing matters to him as long as he has you by his side to be his strength to keep fighting every day and live. he'd gladly wear the title of 'freaky little weirdo' while hand-in-hand with you–because as long as you'd be safe, as long as you'd be okay, that's all that matters to him–nothing else, just you and him together.

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[ztarvokwrites]

doffy & croc - witnessing their s/o almost die

author's note; slowly getting back in my groove!! again posts will be slow so uhhh yeah! i missed writing these two tbh 🫶🏻 this has been briefly proof-read!

reader is nb (they/them)!

trigger warnings; death, you almost die whoops!, angry doffy, angry croc, very slight gore mention, angst, comfort??

word count; 1,597

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Donquixote Doflamingo - the former King of Dressrosa and feared former Warlord of the Sea. Nobody expected him to be beaten by Monkey D Luffy and Trafalgar Law, yet he was. You and a few others who hid from the Marines were lucky enough to escape, yet your heart hurt immensely once you saw your beloved Doflamingo be taken to custody by the Marines.

"Y/N, we have to go!" Called one of Doflamingo's family members. You looked back at them, worry written all over your face.

"But, Doffy-"

"Y/N, it's too late now... Come on, let's go!"

After you escaped, you wondered if your lover was still alive. It had been quite a few months now and you still had no clue. That was, until somebody placed a hand on your shoulder.

"My dear Y/N," Spoke the familiar voice. Your breath hitched. "Did you forget about me, hm?" You turned around in an instant and grinned, looking up at the man you've missed with all your heart.

"DOFFY! How did you escape Impel Down?!" You exclaimed as he picked you up effortlessly in his arms. Doflamingo just laughed, kissing you sweetly on your neck and drawing a soft hum from your lips.

"I can be very persuasive when I want to be, Y/N~" He cooed before finally kissing you on the lips, clearing your mind of any thought you might've had about his strange statement. It was calm after that day—the both of you effortlessly hiding and running away from Marines and beginning to build up another Donquixote Family Crew. However, most good things must come to an end...

The battle between the Marines and your crew raged on, you shot and slashed at any Marine that dared to stand in your path. Your head turned to look at Doflamingo for a moment, a smile on your face as you watched your beloved coldly slaughter each Marine that tried to attack him.

As you turned, however, a sharp pain entered your abdomen. You loudly gasped, eyes widening as you looked down - a sword plunged deep into your body and coming out the other end. You looked the Marine dead in the eyes as he took out his sword and slashed you again, the sharp blade piercing your skin and plunging deep into your stomach. The Marine slashed again and again and again until finally, he stopped, letting you splutter and cough out blood, your legs getting weaker and weaker by the second.

Doflamingo turned upon hearing you splutter and cough, his grin faltering as he watched the blood spurt out of your mouth and wounds before you fell to the ground, seemingly in slow motion. He watched with a straight face as you began to choke, your eyes struggling to stay open as you looked up at your lover. You didn't say a thing as your body twitched, wanting to move but being too weak to do so. Doflamingo's veins bulged out of his skin in silent anger as your body stopped moving, the light in your eyes dimming with each second that passed. He wouldn't let this slide - he couldn't. In a flash, he was in front of the Marine that killed you, slicing and dicing him without mercy until he was a vile, bloody mesh on the ground before him. More Marines began to attack him, but he stood his ground; mercilessly killing them all while standing by your unconscious body, seemingly protecting you from further harm.

"DOFFY! THE SHIP'S READY!" Yelled one of the crew members. Doflamingo ignored them, instead opting to kill every single Marine that was there until no more arrived. He softly panted, his rage still boiling inside of him as he scanned the area. Once he determined that no more Marines were there - or alive - he took your body into his arms and walked with you to the ship. Immediately, the ships' doctors ran over and placed you on a bed and began to treat you all the while Doflamingo is watching them like a hawk.

"...If they die," Doflamingo began, his eyes glaring daggers at the doctors in the room, a bulge of a vein in her forehead. "Then you're all dying with them. Don't you dare mess this up." Fear struck the hearts of everyone in the room as they swiftly complied to his demands, working effortlessly to stitch your wounds and save your life. You didn't wake up for a while after that—your body needed a lot of time to recover, after all. And, it was a miracle when you did.

Doflamingo stayed by your bedside the entire time; holding your hand and even eating next to you as you healed up. He hated seeing you in that medical bed—it reminded him of his mother when she was sick and the memory made his blood run cold with pure rage. But, when he saw your hand twitch, he snapped out of his thoughts and grabbed your smaller hand in his, the eyes behind his shades watching over you intensely. You didn't make a noise, nor did you move your body any more than a twitch, but Doflamingo took that as a first sign of you waking up.

It was like a switch, the way the man sat down beside where you laid, his larger hand clasped around yours as he silently pleaded for you to wake up. And when you did—oh boy, when you opened your eyes and looked around before your gaze landed on his—he was ecstatic beyond words. His large, somewhat uncomfortable grin that you adored had returned to his features, his hand tightening around yours as you uttered your first words in what felt like years;

"Doffy..."

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Ever since Crocodile escaped Impel Down, he made it his mission to find you again. After all, you were one of the few members of Baroque Works that he actually trusted, liked, and eventually dated. You were very dear to him, and he'd be damned if someone had stolen your heart away from him while he was away. But when he found you, walking in the rain with your umbrella and bag in hand, he froze, unsure of what to do. What could he do to make this less awkward? He could just walk up to you and say hello, but he feared that you didn't remember him—or you might be scared off. His closest associate, Daz Bones, took note of this sudden change in demeanour, and he was about to ask what was wrong until his own eyes landed on you. His gaze softened, a low sigh leaving his lips.

"It would be better to just go up to them and talk instead of gawking from afar." Says Daz, crossing his arms. Crocodile glowered at him, his brows furrowed as he growled at him to be quiet.

"...Croc...?" Your soft voice, filled with relief and shock, snapped him out of his intense glare and made him turn to you, his brows shooting up in awe. You remembered him, and you weren't scared. The taller man soon took you with him, where you—as well as himself and Daz Bones—took off. It was relatively peaceful...

Until it wasn't.

Outnumbered. Cornered. Separated. Afraid. The Marines had found the three of you and managed to separate you from the two men. Your Devil Fruit power was no match, but you fought anyway, hurling attack after attack at them until—

BANG!

SLICE!

One Marine had sliced your back from behind and the other shot your abdomen from the front, leaving you gasping for air and crumpling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. As the Marines were about to take you away, they were sliced into pieces. Daz had come to protect you, just as he was ordered too, but it was far too late—the state you were in left little to your survival rate, blood pouring out of your wounds as your eyes darted to the man in front of you. In silence, Daz picked you up and carried you over to Crocodile, who had made his way over after killing many other Marines. One look at you, and Crocodile was enraged.

Before the Marines could come any closer, he killed them—whether it was from strangulation, asphyxiation, or if he chopped them to pieces. They were all dead within seconds.

"Let's board our ship," Said the former Warlord, his stoic expression unreadable. "And get the hell outta here."

Hours pass, and a doctor's team have finished treating your wounds upon Crocodiles threat of murder and promise of a hefty amount of Berries. They leave the ship with the money they're given, and the two men set off with you in bed, peacefully unconscious for what the doctors predict could be a few days. Crocodile never left your side. Not even once. All his meals were brought to him as he sat at your bedside, making sure you didn't die and changing the bandages every so often.

It was well into the night when you eventually stirred awake, a soft groan leaving your lips and alerting him from his slumber. His golden eyes pierced through yours as your eyes met through the dim light of the lamp.

"...You're alive." He spoke, a hint of shock in his relieved tone of voice, his gaze softening as he leant forward and cupped your cheek with his hand. You placed your hand on his golden hook and weakly smiled.

"That I am..." You responded, your voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long. Crocodile missed your voice. He missed you.

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object show dashboard simulator(unreality!!!!)

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HELP!!!! last challenge one of the contestants in the show I'm in just straight up ran away before the challenge was over and we cant find him. I feel pretty bad because he was really mad at me and maybe that's why he ran away? I don't know but can somebody please offer guidance I'm kind of worried about him we haven't seen him since August 12th 2022 and I don't think anyone else is even trying to find him!

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Oh no!!! D: Is there an update to this story? Did you find him yet?

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No unfortunately, it's about to be two challenges since he disappeared! I don't know why nobody's looking for him not even the host is! I want to but I think he's still mad at me so I'm a bit nervous. Well hopefully he turns up tomorrow because there's another challenge? I don't know. I really want this to be over. Thank you for your concerns though.

#i hope he gets back safe and sound!!! good luck with finding him and your challenge! #love from pericolo!

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what the fuck so sometimes I visit the object show I used to be in's contestant grounds at night when objects are asleep to fuck around yk but I swear I walked past the waterfall and there was just someone crying in there.. I did not go in because I didn't feel like getting my ass kicked or something I have no idea who that was

why is everyone depressed on paper puppets what are they doing to you objects

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LMAOOOO ITS CAUSE MOST EVERYONE ON THAT SHOW ARE PUSSIESSSSSSSSS ITS SO FUNNY

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yeah well watch this cool shit

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ACE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF THE CABINS RIGHT NOW

[various really blurry pictures of a small creature with straight ears and big back legs in a cabin room. they're taken as if the photographer is running around while taking the picture]

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almost 1 month since I grabbed a random small creature from somewhere along my journeys and placed it in the cabin chainsaw was in for paper puppets and it scared him so bad he yelled on here about it and everyone clowned him so hard he deactivated🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (dw I got the creature out out it is unharmed I have it with me right now)

[one picture of the creature, it has the same straight ears and big back legs. you can now see that it is white. A hand is petting it on the head and it seems happy]

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Does NOBODY remember Teardrop Burger and the incident I swear that's all we'd talk about in like 2019...

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I still don't know if that was real or not or we just made it up to make fun of Gelatin's Steakhouse

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Hey I'm not from Goiky but I'm curious, what's Teardrop Burger?

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Eh it was more of an objblr thing than a Goiky thing but basically Teardrop opened a burger stand near the inanimate insanity 2 filming grounds to compete with Gelatin's Steakhouse and she accidentally or on purpose poisoned a bunch of people with how dirty everything was. or so they say. it basically a huge inside joke lmao Teardrop Burger never existed but it's cleanliness was about the same as Gelatin's Steakhouse heh gelatin was pissed for weeeeeeeks after

#my mutual explains this best! love td burger best joke objblr has ever made #we should bring it back it would make the new season better if everyone was dying of food poisoning #/j

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the dead guy was my great great great great great grandpa too HELP his name was rook btw

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coming back to this post I always I thought everything seemed slightly haunted in the boto grounds I guess this was why hehehe

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Shieldy. my friend and mutual. what do you mean it seemed HAUNTED???

#PREV YOU CANT JUST LOREDUMP ON ME LIKE THIS WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DROWNED IN THE LAKE YOU WERE GONNA SWIM IN #WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE SPOKE TO YOU IN THAT MOMENT

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Come on down to Gelatin's Steakhouse for our special 2-for-one deal if you buy a shirt from Flower's Fashion Store!

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WHO HIT MY DIMENSION MACHINE WITH A CROWBAR

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#unreality #osc #ppt2 #object lockout #bfdi #bfb #inanimate insanity #i havent watched enough of tpot to make one for this sorry #paper puppets take 2 #object show #brawl of the objects #please somebody get the teardrop burger thing i didnt make ot up it was from object whatever #remember that game!!!! #fun fact the shieldy one was partly a callback to an old au of mine #long post #lightbrush #(i guess i dont really care for the ship but i put it in for destiel)

[snickerdoodlles]

📚pls?

:D ❤

hope u all are ready for another WAREHOUSE AU

(*note: before anyone is sad about me not writing this one, it is because the aftermath portion of this particular plot bunny got shlorped into another one with a funnier premise that i've actually started writing, which left this one quite reduced. so. yeah.)

ONWARDS

my summary for this one in DMs was "AU where the tasers and chloroform reactions are accurate and Kim gets kissed before he can self-sabotage" so lets gooo;

Chay is awake in the warehouse

he is awake and HELLA CONFUSED and not having a good time at all (getting stomped on the chest????? fucking ow????????)

why the fuck did these jokers kidnap him from his perfect morning with his boyfriend what the FUCK

oh hi hia

WAIT WHY ARE YOU HERE HIA

what the fuck is going on

what the FUCK is happening

then Kim comes in, guns blazing, shoots a bunch of people for Chay, and is overall extremely hot while he gets him out of the warehouse

Kim: fuckfuckfuck fuckf uckf ufkcu fuck fuck fuckf uck Chay: *BEAMS* you're here! hello!!!

the second they're cleared, Chay loops his hands over Kim's neck and kisses the shit out of him

Kim: wait, i, uh, family, my mafia- no, not, i'm not, my brothers, my stupid cousin-- Chay: do you like me? did you come here to rescue me? Kim, brain still offline: obviously, but-- Chay: tell me later, kiss me NOW

because Chay is having an absolutely terrible day dammit. he's freaking out but trying to hold it together, he still doesn't know what the fuck is happening with Porsche, but his boyfriend is very, very hot riding to his rescue, so it's either Chay kisses him or Chay has a meltdown, so Chay is CLINGING to Kim and tackling him face first.

(Kim is. SO confused. why doesn't Chay hate him. he doesn't want to let go of Chay. he can't fathom why CHAY doesn't want to let go. he's three seconds from leaking a bunch of emotions all over the place and clinging Chay back trying to hold them in.)

then the warehouse explodes. fucking great.

the first thing Chay does is yell at Porsche for his life choices. he is still holding onto Kim. Kim is extremely scared for when that anger will turn onto him, but Chay is only yelling at Porsche. then at Kinn. then the guards. vents at Kim for a bit. then yells at Porsche and Kinn again. Kim is staring and clutching and failing madly at keeping his emotions in check.

because the thing is, Kim was never actually in a position where he owed Chay his secrets. not like this. but Porsche told him the stupidest lie and then left him alone for months, and is only telling Chay the truth now after he was drugged, kidnapped, beaten, and nearly shot and blown up. Chay's pissed. and while in canon, Chay was quietly angry at Porsche before storming off to deal with it, he has Kim here to act as an emotional rock in this mess instead of Only Porsche, and Chay has shit to say.

Kim: i know you're probably angry with me Chay: yeah sure a little bit but unlike SOMEBODY ELSE I COULD MENTION Porsche *flinches* Chay: you were actually around Porsche: *flinches harder* Kim: ... :o Kim: *hearteyes*

everyone leaves a little bit terrified of Chay. Porsche because he knows he fucked up. the guards because Chay is not helping the tension, but they're not allowed to threaten him to make him stop. Kinn most of all, because Chay hits him with the most deeply distrusting glare and

Chay: so you tried to kill your last boyfriend Kinn: ...yes Chay: and now you're dating my brother Kinn: .........yes Chay: *stares* Kinn: *flinches*

Kim is just. hearteyes all over the place. he's terrified Chay's going to let go. Chay never lets go. he doesn't understand what's happening here. their brothers manage to convince them to come to the compound to get checked over by the nurses there, which is how Chay meets Korn. the second Chay and Kim are alone, Chay declares Korn a creep and Kim just. ascends. Kim's gone from having a crisis over smiley eggs in the morning to composing a proposal song and planning their 10 year anniversary before midnight. it's a wild day for all of them.

this AU naturally ends in patricide, but that's the half of the plot got pushed into something angstier so...... ;)

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#kimchay #kinnporsche #ask game: fics im not writing #kp warehouse gives us so MUCH #and now i desperately need to return to work #UGH

[pencilofawesomeness]

Hi! I just binge read your How To Raise Your Dragon Slayers AU and I need to inform you that I have accepted it as my new canon. I like that you make sure actions and events have consequences and things don't just happen in a vacuum. The worldbuilding you are doing is just something and my inner nerd is just thrilled that the magic makes sense. Your characterizations are also fantastic and you can easily believe that a character would have turned out this particular way if things went differently.

But anyway, I'm rambling...

I know it's still some time away but I can't wait for your Edolas Arc! This surprised me because, I'll be honest, it's very much not my favorite. Mashima wasted a fantastic opportunity for some character development and foreshadowing, in my oppinion. On that note, some questions:

Does obscura work in Edolas? Does etherious? As one is the opposite of ether and the other vibrates in a frequency between the two, so to speak. That would be great, just to have a scene where some poor sod goes "You can't use your magic here! You're useless!" and Natsu and Mira go "Oh no! What a tragedy!" and wreck them.

I never understood why some member of Fairy Tail didn't just grab Mystogan like a baby koala and drag him home with them. It's obvious he didn't want to be there and he already made a life for himself in Earthland. Moreso in HTRYDS. He actually interacts with other people, however little, and even has friends and a twin! They would definitely miss him.

On that note, I dearly want Jellal and Myst to pull a Parent Trap sort of thing and pretend to be the other. Or at least have someone yell out his old name to get Mystogan's attention and Eathland Jellal answers because Myst hasn't answered to that name in years.

Will Acno be there? How will Edolas mess with a being of pure ether? That would be interesting to explore.

Will Natsu talk with Edolas Natsu about their respective brothers? After the Zeref reveal I was always mad they didn't include at least one scene where Edolas Natsu asks Earthland Natsu how his brother is or at least have a board with deceased/ex-members of the guild with Zeref on it in the background or something... It would have been great foreshadowing.

Will we get some Porlyuska backstory? I always wondered how she ended up in Earthland.

Not really Edolas Arc related but after my latest reread it's been bugging me. Is Zeref possessed by Anksheram? The Larcade POV with the red eyes sorta hinted at it, what with Zeref having memory lapses and the weird dark amusement during the whole deal. And the whole question of how he new some cultists were trying to resurrect Apopis on a different continent in the first place. Seun *did* know about it when he was finally kicked out of Rogue. And Loke said that that was one of the ways to survive for a god. Your Author's Note on chapter 23 of Demon Tails sorta did too with the "when I talked about 'fighting gods' in the series summary, I was dead-on serious" part. And there was a comment somewhere that you hoped that the series will end with fighting Anksheram. (Or was it someone else and I'm just mixing things up? Anyway)

Hope you're taking care of yourself! And take all the time you need with the writing. A hobby is supposed to be fun. Good Luck!

Ohoho HELLO! WELCOME!

I'm so glad you've been enjoying HTRYDS! And yes! Edolas arc! No lie I'm pretty excited for that one too because I get to go off the rails and make everything better and worse simultaneously lmao. Gonna be a big cast but also that's because it's going to be a whole family endeavor and I am h y p e d.

As for the magic, this isn't a spoiler for the arc or anything but it's not that Edolas is opposite to Earthland. It's functionally the same thing, except, unstable and also to the left. Imagine the same chart, except somebody corrupted the image and then slid it to the side so it looks like an overlap but it's not actually an overlap. Hence the magic being exceedingly harder to grasp in Edolas than in Earthland, though not impossible. And why certain medication and items can jumpstart that grabbing process and let Earthland mages use their magic. Gonna suck for some of them though. Like Acno lmao. Luckily he doesn't need magic to be a tank. Oh and obscura is a similar principle—exists just fine but to the left. Etherious is the fun one because it's already the directionless filler stuff so actually that one is nearly the same. (I've got a reason for this magic system and it's wild but idc I had a lot of fun with my worldbuilding and I wanted Edolas and its insanity to make a modicum of sense and I think I've got it.)

To that note yes yes a thousand yesses Porlyusica is getting backstory. I am so ready for it. Soooo so ready.

And yes!! The foreshadowing! That's what I've been saying! Edolas had a lot of opportunity to account for the fact that Natsu, Gajeel, Wendy, Sting, and Rogue were from four hundred years ago and shouldn't exist in a modern parallel unless there were modern interferences but nahhhhh that was brushed to the side. Same with family, like with Zeref!

Speaking of family yeah no Mystogan got robbed. Luckily I love Mystogan a lot and I ain't gonna do him dirty. (Also this arc will be ample opportunity for Mystogan and Jellal getting to work together in fic and I'm also super hyped for that.) But yeah no self-sacrificial tendencies do run strong in FT but the theme is that somebody else stops them so I'm making sure this theme stays intact XD

Also I've hinted at this enough so I don't think it's much of a spoiler but yes we are going to fist-fight Ankhseram. She's lurking around Zeref but there shall come a day, a finale-shaped day, where we gonna fist-fight her. Because yes I have expressed that I wanted that in canon and I am a simple woman. I know the opportunities I have given myself >:)

#htryds ask #anon #I think I answered that terribly out of order but my brain is spinning #very good comment I am getting excited for edolas again ahaha #but yes thank youuuuuuuu #and I am trying to take care of myself no worries #just means smaller chapters in the meantime #cause I know I'mma have to break for October so I don't want to break now #and make the break super long or anything #i'm figuring it out ahaha #thanks for all of the support! #also I really got to make that magic diagram....

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Horror Figure

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, but when she is scared, her parents are determined to help her.

-Warnings: Angst, fluffiness, nightmare, mention of horror figure (only the name), having a child.

-Word count: 785

-Note: Hey y'all, hope you all are okay! I mentioned here one of my favorite stories as kid, but I think, it only exist in my country. I'm sorry! But, take this from me, it's great! Book: Fox and Hare

I also mentioned here a terrible horror figure, I was always scared of as kid. Just like readers daughter, the same situation had happened to me. I want to say, that I only mentioned the name, not the story. Now enjoy! Movie: Annabelle

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It was a peaceful night. Until, it wasn't. I woke up by the sound of crying. A small arm, slightly shaking me. I immediately opened my eyes, seeing our little girl, standing next to the bed. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and she looked terrified.

'Sweetheart, what's wrong?' I asked her, while I sat straight up.

I picked her up, letting her sit on my lap, while she continued her cries, and buried her face into my chest. While I was hugging her, my sleepy husband began stirring awake, soon after, opening his hazel eyes.

'What-what's wrong?' he asked, concern raising his voice.

I shrugged my shoulders, letting him know, that I don't know, either.

'Do you wanna sleep with us?' I whispered to our daughter, as she managed to nod her head.

I placed her between us, as we all went to lay down, holding each other.

'What's wrong, honey? If you tell us, we can help.' Spencer spoke, as she took a deep breath.

'I'm scared for Annabelle.' her voice was cracking, as we both hugged her tighter.

I saw Spencer thinking, if their was a girl in her class, named "Annabelle". But, I knew it wasn't that. The creepy horror figure, immediately popped up in my head, by hearing that name. The scary doll, had brought me nightmares, when I was younger. I'm positive, this was the same situation.

But, then, the questions began to hit me. Did she saw a horror movie? Did somebody told her? Did she saw an image of it?

'Sweety, do you mean the doll?' she looked at me with disbelief.

'How-how do you know that? Is she here?' her eyes were full of fear, and I felt bad, for asking the obvious question.

'It's okay, it's okay. She is not here.' I told her, instantly hugging her more. I drew random symbols, on her arm, in attempt to comfort her.

'Did you saw the movie, (Y/D/N)?' her dad asked, as he pressed some soft kisses on her head.

'N-no, someone from class told me what had happened with that family.' tears streaming down her cheeks again, as we could feel her heart beating faster.

'You don't have to be scared, sweety. I promise you, she's not real.' I tried to reassure her, but it didn't work.

'But, she murdered that family, and now she's coming for us!' she yelled out, I felt terrible.

'(Y/D/N), I promise you, Annabelle is not real. She is a stupid fantasy story. She does not exist and never will be. You're completely safe, we protect you from everything.' I tried again, this time, her expression relaxed a bit more.

'But, why did he told me than?'

'He probably wanted to make you scared. But, that story is not true.' Spencer now spoke, as she began to relax more and more.

'Really?' she was sceptical, but once we reassured her again, she began to really believe it.

'I promise.' we both said, as her tears finally came to an end.

'Would you feel better, if I read you a story? A happy story.' the girl nodded her head, while Spencer stood up.

'Which story do you want?'

'Fox and Hare!' she exclaimed, as my husband disappeared, but quickly came back.

'Fox and Hare, it is.' it was a big book, with many stories in it. It was all about Fox and Hare, their friends, and the many adventures they experienced.

The genius, climbed back into bed, as he placed (Y/D/N) her pillow in the middle of us. She laid down, the comforter on all of us, as Spencer began to read.

Soon enough, she drifted off to sleep, and we both hoped, it was a peaceful night this time. With no crazy dolls or other disturbing nightmares.

Not much later, we allowed the tiredness to overwhelm us as well, falling into a comforting sleep.

#criminal minds #cm #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #having children #fluff imagine #angst imagine

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PART TWO of this fic!! Thank you to all who enjoyed the first part, I was really nervous to share it but I'm glad so many people loved it and found it cute n silly :D

Long after the events of the shenanigans inside the elevator, Pest finally decided to take up Poob's invitation to one their parties.

This one's a little long on accident (I may have been having too much fun writing it lol) but it has a little bonus at the end ^w^

⚠️ This is a tickle fic!! If that makes you uncomfortable, scroll on! ⚠️

NSFW / FETISH / PROSHIP DNI

🍂 Switch!Pest (he/they), Switch!Poob (they/them) 🎃

feat. Gnarpy, Split, Wallter, Infected, Dr. Retro, and Mark being goofy goobers

The large, almost blocky looking house loomed above them, with lights flashing through the windows and music blaring. Pest almost regret coming, but they had nothing better to do and thought maybe they could snag a few coins from the partygoers inside. He knocked on the door, and almost instantaneously Poob flung the door open.

"PESTY!!!" they exclaimed, quickly pulling Pest into a hug they were not-so-fond of, but couldn't be bothered to deny it. Poob released him, and scooted backwards into the house, beckoning for him to follow them. He reluctantly followed into the living room, looking around and adjusting their eyes and ears to the lights and sounds.

They took note of Gnarpy and Infected in the corner of the room, having a mock fight, Gnarpy being acting animated with a dramatic air about xem as Infected yelled incoherent words, possibly drunk. Split, Wallter, and Mark were hanging out near the couch, holding drinks in their hands and seemingly in a conversation. As Pest walked past them, Split waved her hand at them and smiled, before resuming to her drink and the convo.

Poob had already left Pest by the snack table, and was dancing excitedly near the boombox with Dr. Retro twisting and turning next to them (dancing? Pest was going to assume she was dancing.)

He was already getting overwhelmed by all the noises and lights, so, quickly looking around to make sure nobody was watching, they grabbed all the food they could carry from the snack table and quickly moved down the hallway and into the farthest room where the music was quieter and not so ear-destroying. They sat down on the sofa, placing all their goodies next to them. They hadn't eaten in a day or so, having been too busy "collecting" money for his private projects, so, might as well. Unfortunately, he didn't do it stealthily enough.

Pest was about to pop a cupcake in his mouth when he heard a snicker and saw Poob in the doorway, looking at him and their stash. "Ya could've just asked me to make you actual food! This stuff is junky, no nutrients." They ran over and sat down next to Pest, making the sofa bounce a little upon impact. "But hey, are you okay? You're looking a lil nervous!" They tilted their head at Pest, trying to read their expression but knowing those red eyes reveal nothing.

Pest looked away, giving them the silent treatment knowing his plan at getting some snacks (and eventually if it worked, some people's money) failed. He was so focused on looking away that he hadn't noticed Poob's hand getting closer. "Somebody's getting grumpy." they teased, squeezing Pest's side and quickly scooting away on the couch, knowing how to rile up the beetle. Pest scoffed, letting out a clicky growl and a mischevious grin. "Oh, #### you!" They moved at scary speeds across the couch, spilling the food on the ground, too fast for Poob to be able to make a run for it, and instantly they were on top of them.

They squealed out of fright, their brain not moving fast enough to defend themself against an angry beetle. "I'M SORRY I'M S- SAHAOAHAHORY!!!!!!!!" They instantly fell into a laughing fit as Pest kneaded at their stomach, taken by surprise by how well their plan worked. It was about time they got revenge for that elevator fiasco.

Poob pushed and shoved at the beetle, but to no avail. Next best thing they could do was squirm and try to throw him off, trying to use their weight to make them fall off the couch. "PEEHEHEHEEHEST!!!"

They stopped and tilted their head down at them, looking at them with an innocent smile (well, as innocent as he could look, which just made them look more terrifying). "Hmm, yes?" He took note of the way Poob was already flustered to bits.

"I- I-" Poob's eyes looked at the wall and back at Pest, confusing them. What they didn't notice in that small moment was their hands inching to his sides...

Pest barked a laugh as Poob's fingers digged into his sides, flinching away enough for him to scoot up and overtake them. "IF IT'S A TICKLE FIGHT YOU WANT, YOU'LL GET IT!!" they yelled playfully, poking and prodding at their underarms. "NOHOOHO THAAHAAT ISN'T-" He yelped at Poob's dancing fingers going down to his belly, attacking the same spot he did on them. "That isn't what?? I'll let you know I WILL win this fight!" Poob teased.

He refused to let them win, using the last of his strength to squeeze at Poob's hips, causing them to let out a high-pitched squeal and to stop their onslaught for a second. Pest wriggled out from under Poob, crawling up on top of them again. "WAIT WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS-" "Talk about what?" Pest clicked their tongue, their hands sliding up to underneath Poob's arms against their ribs. They panicked, trying to kick him off, knowing that if they went there that would be the end of this little battle.

They dodged a quick kick from Poob, squeezing their knee and earning an adorable snort from them. "You're all kinds of sensitive, huh?" He mumbled, enjoying the sight before him. Poob blushed and tried pushing at him, stupidly exposing their ribs; Pest striked instantly. Poob turned into a hysteric, screaming mess, their pleas turning into incoherent gibberish as Pest clawed gently at their weak spot, Poob's clothes making the sensation 10x worse. Poob was so glad the music in the living room was too loud for anybody else to hear them go absolutely insane.

Poob gave up defending their sides and instead went back to bucking and kicking and now pushing at Pest's face, which was a huge mistake on their end. Pest's mandibles clamped down on their wrist, holding it in place, which meant they were now one defense short. He used one hand to attack their ribs, the other to scratch and scribble in their armpit, which made their laughter (somehow) get louder. Pest chuckled to himself, and, finally satisfied in their revenge, stopped and let Poob breathe, releasing their arm as well.

Tears were flowing down Poob's face from laughing so hard, and they continued to giggle from the phantom sensations, covering their face with their hands. Pest climbed off, watching them as they slowly sat up, pulling their legs towards themself. Poob's party hat and Pest's cap had fallen off during that little fight, now laying on the floor unfortunately laying in a splattered mess of frosting from the cupcakes.

Pest felt funny, struggling to take their eyes off of Poob as they watched them pick up their hat and (grossly) put it back on their head with it still covered in frosting. He enjoyed the way they were smiling, and he couldn't help but think they had a cute, bubbly laugh that he wouldn't mind hearing again, on a different day.

"Do you uh...... need help? Cleaning up." They said, looking at the mess as they picked up their own cap and tried to flick specks of food off of it.

"Uh yeah, if you dohon't mind-" A small giggle escaped Poob, finding it sorta funny Pest would offer to help them clean up of all things. They definitely wouldn't mind some more alone time with him, though. They smiled, and the sight gave Pest a strange feeling in his chest that wasn't his usual hatred for the bubbly character, and confused him more. Somehow, it made them feel a little happy to spend some more time with Poob.

-=+=- LATER...

The music had been turned down, and the strobe lights turned off. It was almost midnight by now. Infected had fell asleep with a lamp on his head, and Dr. Retro and Mark had left a bit ago to get some proper rest. Which left her with Gnarpy and Wallter, who were currently watching whatever interesting documentary was on at this hour on the T.V.

Split had thought she heard a yell near the back of the house, but because of how dark it was once the lights were off, she was too scared to investigate and had just told herself it was an owl. She's been wondering where Poob and Pest had gone off to.

"Hey.. guys?" she said.

"UGHHH. What iz it NOW??" Gnarpy spat out, annoyed at Split having distracted xem from the documentary. It was an alien documentary, and xe had been interested in how similar aliens looked to xeir own species.

Wallter yawned, looking as if he was about to fall asleep on the spot. "...Yeah?"

"Do you know where Poob and Pest went? They've been missing for a couple hours."

"They're probably making out or zzzomething!!! That'z what you lozerzz do right?" Xe flicked xeir tail, focusing on the T.V. again. Wallter blinked at Gnarpy, then looked at Split. "Uhhh... how do we know that bug didn't kill Poob? You know they hate them."

Split gasped and quickly got up. "WE NEED TO FIND THEM!!!"

Wallter yawned again, and adjusted himself to be more comfortable on the couch. "I dunno. Sure they're fine. We'd have heard screaming if it was true."

This freaked Split out more when she remembered the yelling she heard earlier, so that she wiped her glasses clean, quietly sprinted down to the hallway she heard the sounds from, and turned the hallway light on. Tip-toeing nervously down it, she peeked in every other room, shakily turning the lights on in ones she was unsure of.

The last room she peeked in, calmed her down. "Oh..." she breathed, looking at Poob and Pest sleeping next to each other against the couch, cleaning supplies next to them. She didn't know whether to bother them or not, but she quickly went to search for the bedroom again, grabbed the nearest blanket she could, and very slowly and silently wrapped it around them.

Pest had let out a grumble, which had sent her heart racing out of fear she accidentally woke him up, but they had just snuggled closer to Poob, and at that she finished putting down the blanket and left the room, turning the lights off as she went back to the living room. I'm sure they'll be fine. she thought, settling back down on the couch, Wallter having fallen asleep and Gnarpy still very focused on xeir show.

#tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #tickling #tickle fluff #tickling fluff #tickle content #sfw tickle content

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SEPTEMBER 2023 WRAP UP

[ loved liked ok no thanks (reread) book club* DNF ]

The Anomaly | Not the Witch You Wed | A Pale Light In the Black | (My Volcano)* | Klara and the Sun | Our Hideous Progeny | (A Gathering of Shadows) | A Dangerous Collaboration | Empire of Sand | (A Darker Shade of Magic) | Scattered Showers | A Treacherous Curse | Sir Hereward and Mister Fitz | The Hanged Man | Magic Below Stairs | The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy | The City & The City | The Splinter in the Sky

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Magic Below Stairs was a charming middle-grade spin off to the Cecelia & Kate series, I had a good time and would be more than happy to read more books in this world!

The Hanged Man was the second in the Tarot Sequence, and still great! Not perfect, but the characters are so fun and the plots are extremely intense, I loved reading this. The haunted ship was scarier than the actual haunted ship horror book I just read.

Sir Hereward and Mister Fitz…bad. You took this amazing set up and look what you did with it! You made it generic and boring and feeling outdated. Justice for the centuries-old, animated, sentient, sorcerous, gender-fluid puppet who deserved better (to be the main character, to start)

(Veronica Speedwell is of course, fun as always. I have unfortunately now hit the books with longer hold times and am very D: about it)

Scattered Showers was a very heartwarming collection! Perfectly (and maybe, best) suited for fans of the author’s novels. Perhaps a little one-note, but a good read. I love the cover design a lot :D

This is the first time I’ve reread the Shades of Magic books since I finished the series in 2018. I loved them dearly. But my tastes shifted dramatically between then and now… ADSOM is ok. A decently solid fantasy novel, but not one that’s delivering what I want these days. A Gathering of Shadows, however, is a hot mess. I already did some yelling about it but there’s really not a plot, the storyline seems forced, and as asexualbookbird put it, it’s really just Book 3: The Prequel. I don’t know if reading it for the first time would be better? Mostly I was bored and irritated and would have loved to quit.

Somebody help me out, was there hype for Empire of Sand? Because I feel like there was, and I was so let down. The world building was beautiful, but it felt like absolutely nothing happened for the entire middle of the book? And the romantic elements weren’t enough to tempt me, I’d have loved this if it had gone full political intrigue instead.

I’m not a Frankenstein person, but I had a great time with Our Hideous Progeny! I’m a sucker for historical fiction with smart female characters, even if I wanted to strangle a lot of the men, lol. I might have zoned out a bit during the denser paleontological bits, but I look forward to future work by the author.

Klara and the Sun is another one I don’t quite understand the love for, it just wasn’t for me.

My Volcano. YES. IT IS BACK AGAIN. FOR BOOKCLUB AGAIN EVEN. This is such a complicated book that only two of us managed to finish it for book club when we first read it last year. Now that we have some new recruits we decided to try it again (no luck alas). BUT I am still not over it, check out my tag for more yelling. Right now I’m trying to convince the group to *not* do a third read next year and maybe try one of the author’s other books (and the author followed me back on Twitter! I got irrationally excited lol)

I was a bit nervous going into A Pale Light in the Black, having had some flops from the person who rec’d this previously, but it was so fun! ‘Space Coast Guard’ is not a thing that would immediately leap to mind as something I’d be interested in, but this goes *hard* on the found family vibes and spends just as much time on the characters’ emotions as it does on the plot, in addition to being super queer! The plot is a little clunky being split in two different directions with the investigation and the military games, but I still had such a good time (and speaking from the future, book 2 does improve on that!)

When will I learn my lesson about contemporary romance? Regardless of the fact that the plot for Not the Witch You Wed could have been ripped from one of the many many Teen Wolf fics I’ve read and enjoyed, we did *not* get along. Sigh.

I’m not sure what I was expecting from The Anomaly, but I think it was something more? Probably because it was a translation? Idk, I don’t find the “are we just a simulation” discussion particularly compelling (and My Volcano deals with related topics in more interesting ways), and the rest couldn’t hold me. Really wish I’d DNF’d this one, but I pushed though in hope.

The actual DNF’s -

The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy I wanted to like. I enjoy quirky world building, but it felt like a contemporary romance masquerading as a fantasy - accompanied by all those pesky cr tropes that annoy me. Most of the characters were irritating me as well, and I didn’t want to forgive Hart, even if I understand why he was being so awful, so I decided to quit before I worked myself up too far.

The City & The City had a cool concept, but after 25% I still wasn’t interested. I’d maybe try something else from Mieville, but this wasn’t for me.

The Splinter in the Sky is a book that probably looked fantastic as an outline. But when it came to filling it out and connecting the dots, well…it was lacking a lot. Readable, maybe not worth the effort, but I’d give the author another try on a future work.

#sliding in at the last minute so this isn’t technically a full month late lmao #book log #wrap up 2023 #books #booklr #bookblr #2023 #bec posts #magic below stairs #Caroline stevermer #Cecelia and Kate #tarot sequence #veronica speedwell #scattered showers #empire of sand #shades of Magic #our hideous progeny #Klara and the sun #my volcano #a pale light in the black #NeoG #the anomaly #not the witch you Wed

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Gaslighting, Psychosis, and Bipolar Disorder

Some people think that getting upset or angry at something is a sign of psychosis, BPD, or many other mental disorders.

So much so that your average person develops a mask so that others can never see when they're angry or upset. A painted smile, or a poker face.

They say: You can diagnosis somebody for any number of mental illnesses, but you can diagnose somebody with being an asshole. And you're wrong Dr.

It's important to ask questions when somebody is accused of being psychotic, BPD, or crazy, or any number of things. Because it may be a tactic used to isolate an individual from the group.

People with NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) do this for a few reasons, either they're malicious, or they're worried about losing their own friend group when the group learns that they are in-fact, an Asshole.

Or, they just want to control that person, and the best way to do so is to isolate them from other people. It's important to be able to recognize when somebody is being isolated, or when a person close to you is you to be isolated.

Because to the individual, it can look like this person is their only lifeline until it's too late. And to the group, it's a person self-isolating because "depression or whatever".

And if that person who you may assume is their best friend and routinely checking up on them, probably isn't doing that at all. They may even tell the group at large that they have checked in on them and either "they're fine" or "I don't know they won't tell me." Or "I don't know they keep acting crazy."

Psychosis isn't something that comes out of the blue. It comes from gaslighting. A person is antagonized to the point that they "act out". Either they yell or or do some other action because their nervous system has to react to destress.

Note: that if, when two people are routinely brought together, and this happens routinely; it's probably the relationship and these two shouldn't be around each other. Potentially because one of the two in the relationship is NPD, or because the relationship just isn't a healthy one, or even because they're acting out against each other because of societal pressures they can't otherwise control.

These things are hard to talk about because it's often framed that "the angry person" is the problem. But if you had a mosquito in the house, wouldn't you smack the mosquito?

There's a rash, and this is oftentimes women, who want people to feel sorry for them. They play the victim a lot. Because this happens, Men who actually do victim blame get to be covered by the Men who have been in their own shitty relationships where they themselves were the victim in such a relationship.

I'm gonna get so much shit for that, but it's a yin-yang thing. There's assholes on both halves. The black asshole, the white asshole. You've seen a yin-yang, I'm sure of it.

I'm saying: it's the victims on either side that get blamed and shamed.

This comes down to those masculine stereotypes. And even autistic stereotypes. Have you've ever seen a B* (and I mean B*, not a women) "catch" their partner in a "trap". And then just look at her friends like "See what I have to deal with?"

It's her friends that go along with it that cause the problem to metastisize.

Sorry, I used a gendered pronoun. Have you ever seen a D* (and I mean a D* not a men.) "Catch" their partner in some "trap" look at his friends and go "see what I have to deal with?" His friends are the problem.

F* I did it again.

Have you ever seen a... What's a negative slur against "theybys" cuz #notalltheybys. F* it. If I'm going to hell, might as well go in a hand basket.

Have you ever seen a Fa*t (and I mean a Fa*t and not a queer looking individual.) "Catch" their partner in some sort of "situation" and then look at their friends like "Can you believe this shit?" And then their friends go along with it without further comment.

And then the story *becomes* the theyby's partner was an edgelord that threatened to commit suicide? But as you learn more about that Fa*t, D*, or B*, that it was really them who were trying to get brownie points for being the... f*.

I think black people call it being a "White Savior" or whatever.

"yeah they're all sorts of mentally ill, but I put up with it, and I suffer for *their* sake... "

D*B*Got pls.

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The Cursed Lizard Dave Fic I have been wanting to make for awhile

(Disclaimer: Dave is a lizard man. Haha funni. I’m sorry for this. Truly.)

It was a normal ass day in Five Nights at Dayshift world, and Jack couldn’t wait to put on his iron maiden fursuit and entertain annoying childs.

This day was as per usual, ruined quickly.

Jack kicked down the door to the door to the Saferoom. “SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS MACARONI SO I TOOK A BITE OUT OF A TREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jack loudly sings.

Orange Man KICKS DOWN DOOR, What Happens Next Will SHOCK YOU!!!!!!!!!

Jack finds his “total BFF” hunched in the corner, and he gets a VERY bad feeling. He cautiously approaches the man, ready to dart at any moment.

He notices that Dave is eating live beetles out of a Let’s potato chip bag and proceeds to do a Wojak face. VINE BOOM

Jack starts to emit a sonic screech and explode.

Dave is canvas flipped to be facing his booooooyfriiiiiiiiend hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaahahaahhahahaa

“Why hello there, Old Sport.” Dave says entirely normally as he continues to eat bugs.

Jack continues to grossly sob and vibrate.

“Are you ok Old Sport?”

“B-BUG EATERRRRRRR!” Jack yells.

“Oh sorry ):” Dave says “Did you want some I’m sorry for not offering.”

“And why u eating bugs?” Jack says while doing the laughing while crying emoji face.

“Bugs r tasty Old Sport :D” Dave says while default dancing at Jack.

Jack t poses to assert dominance and Dave a poses in order to show his submissiveness and breedability OwO

“Nu bugs are gross >:(“ Jack replies.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dave said calmly.

“Baka it’s not like I like you or anything!” Jack says, as he reads the script given to him by the fandom. He stares at us all in utter disappointment.

“I agree Old Sport, but we’re not arguing about if nuclear power is sustainable, we’re arguing about bugs.”

“FUCK BEES!” Jack says. “Also stop being disgusting you disgusting man thing.”

“That’s LIZARDIST! >:0” Davey yells and starts crying because his boyfriend is lizardist.

“Lmao cope.”

“:(((((((((((((((((“

“Ok fine I’ll stop being lizardist. That is mean and I respect my friends. And so should you kids! Remember boundaries are important!”

“Ok thanks Jacky-Wacky UwU” Dave says as he crawls up and down the walls. Jack ragdolls.

“You being a lizard is pretty based NGL.”

“OHMYGODDDD THANK U >v<“ Dave explodes and rotates. “CAN YOOOOU HELP MEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺”

“With what you sexy lizard fecker.” Jack says, biting his lip pornographically.

“My skin is shedding but the stuff on my hand won’t come offfffffff 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

“Ok lol” Jack says, degloving Dave’s hand.

“Thank youuuuu Sportsyyyyyyyyyy” Dave says, as he hits the griddy.

“I want your lizard bussy ✌️😩” Jack says while flopping on the ground like a fish.

“UwU what’s this?” Dave says while the name of rom for you is death.

Davey eats a whole plate of spaghetti while vibrating.

Jack does a pirate jig.

Dave’s lizard frills flare up and he hisses.

What the fuck is going on here?

I’m the narrator and even I’m confused.

Dave glitches out and walks in the air for a minute.

“You know I’ve always been really into anthro lizards 🤪🤪🤪😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴💩💩💩👅👅👅🧶🧶🧶” Jack says as h livesey walks towards Dave.

“Really UwU?” Dave says in return as he is pinned against a wall.

The troglodyte mating ritual is a strange one.

Suddenly, everything explodes and everyone died they lived happily ever after the end.

(Note: Accurate depiction of being in the lizard Dave cult.)

#dsaf #dsaf old sport #dsaf jack #dsaf dave #dsaf davetrap #davesport #Lizard Dave Cult #LizardDaveCult #shitpost #dayshift at freddy's

[nokingsonlyfooles]

The Dark Secret of Zootopia? (Part 2, "Work twice as hard for half as much!")

Welcome back! We're still talking about how Zootopia swung for the fences with its racism metaphor and probably didn't manage much more than hitting itself in the face! We've already talked about how hard it is to get people to unpack their own biases. Today's subject is the bunny who thought "standing up for the little guy" meant becoming a cop.

(Oh, Judy, hon, no. I know you're a bit sheltered and conservative, and your family seems to be doing some kinda culty Quiverfull thing, but no.)

To understand how this movie - which started out as a dark dystopia where every predator wore systemic oppression around their neck - missed the target so badly with Judy's story, we gotta look at something else that was still going strong in 2016, when Zootopia came out.

If you need to see more on how the myth of Black excellence applies to President Drone Strikes O'Flint Water specifically, F. D. Signifier has an informative series of videos on the subject. Among other things, the idea of "Black excellence" suggests that systemic oppression can (and should) be fought on an individual basis. To do so, one must expect to "work twice as hard to get half as much." This isn't parsed as something unfair that needs to be changed, but just a fact of life that you'll have to deal with to get anywhere.

...And once you've achieved your dreams, you've proven it can be done! If someone wants this badly enough, they can do it. Period. So nobody else has an excuse for not grinding themselves into a paste to tackle the same unfair system you've beaten. (Assuming you wanted it badly enough to beat that system yourself.)

People who are learning a physically and mentally demanding new job don't need to, like, sleep, do they? Sleep is a luxury for those privileged folks we expect to be good cops. Not for a tiny prey species who needs to prove she can make it in the big city and take out animals ten times her size in all terrains, just so they can shunt her into meter maid duty because they never wanted her in the first place.

A troper notes (on the Heartwarming moments page, because people have a real hard time unpacking their biases, especially when they see them as a metaphor with plausible deniability)

Ha-ha, yeah. They knew they were getting a bunny cop and they knew exactly where they wanted to put her. Well, she can't do too much damage as a meter maid!

"All right, we're getting an obvious political 'affirmative action' hire in a few weeks. Will someone requisition me the most ridiculous car on the continent, so we can quietly fire her and get back to doing real work?"

Meanwhile:

"Oh, your coworker slammed your ears in the door of a vehicle that's ten times too big to be safe for you? That sounds like a YOU problem. You're DEAD, Carrot Cake!"

"You're dead, Carrot Cake" is from the actual film. Let's remove the cartoon metaphor and take a look at that. Species = race, broadly. So if Judy were the only Latinx police recruit, how cute and funny would it be to call her, "Pinto Bean"? And there are even worse possible contexts! How does "You're dead, Watermelon" sound to you? Should a Black recruit be required to shake that off and keep training, or should somebody at least complain to HR? (Is that "AR" in this context...?)

"Yes, sir, I did force the bunny recruit to box a rhinoceros and then yell at her for incurring evident head trauma, but, ya see, when she figured out how to scale a wall of solid ice with no accommodations for her size, I smiled approvingly!"

"...So we're good, right?"

This is all played utterly straight. This is a full-on Rocky Balboa training montage, with the polar bear teacher as Burgess Meredith. The transitions are fast, and we don't slow down long enough to consider Judy's feelings until she's starting her new job and she politely asks Clawhauser not to call her "cute."

We don't turn around and examine the fact that her polar bear teacher was hammering the "cute" button pretty hard too, and Judy never spoke up and asked to be respected. One doesn't, as a rule, talk back to an antagonist who can invalidate one out of one's dream job, so that's reasonable behavior from Miss Hopps. But the movie doesn't have time to hammer home that context. No, you see, Judy wasn't very good at policing, and the polar bear was a tough-but-fair mentor who was obviously rooting for her the whole time (that smile!) and motivated her to do better. Now, back to the plot!

The one moment we pause and showcase how broken Judy is by her unfair treatment is in the bathroom...

And it's for a gag. (And foreshadowing a later toilet escape.) Ha-ha, the polar bear teacher is there to remind her that not being able to use a swimming-pool-sized toilet is a YOU problem too. My god, we don't even get one of these white saviour moments!

"Everyone pees the same size!"

Just, "Filthy toilet! You're dead!" If you wanna be a cop, you better learn to piss while crouched on the edge of an above-ground pool, 'cos we're not even gonna offer you a toilet seat in your size. And, no, we will not address how unfair that is!

There are people existing in real-life who get frozen out of certain careers because the equipment doesn't come in their size. (There's a Guardian article in there and they don't always cover gender in good faith, but there are a bunch of in-line citations in it. Just tread carefully.) In most cases, we call them "women." And when their lives are being put at risk and their jobs being made impossible, we also tell them to "girl boss" up and do it anyway. These jobs have certain physical requirements (even if that requirement is something artificial and totally nonsensical like "have hands in glove size medium or larger, 'cos we ain't got any small") and you'll have to meet them somehow!

I gotta tell you folks, police work is mostly clerical work, and when they do get into a physical altercation, they do not fight fair.

Do you need a citation for that? You're living on the same planet I am, and you are on the internet right now. If you don't buy that a police officer in an altercation with a rhino wouldn't be engaging on level ground with Marquis of Queensbury fighting rules, I can't convince you.

In real life, Judy would have a nightstick, a gun, a taser (which she could conveniently get mixed up with the aforementioned gun), a non-comical car, and backup. In fact, her fellow cop yells at her not to continue a pursuit on foot and to wait for backup when she goes after Weaselton and his "moldy onions."

"Also, you're entering what appears to be a sized-based ghetto with its own police force! WTF, Officer Hopps?!"

Nick Angel isn't the standard to which all cops should aspire, he's a bit of an arsehole who needs to learn how to switch off.

(Also, if you see someone shoplifting food... no you fucking well didn't. Bad form, Nick.)

The only point to making Judy jump through all those hoops for the privilege of writing parking tickets is to get her to quit. Assigning her meter maid duty, and then putting her on an investigation when she can't even get license plate information out of the computers (and giving her 48 hours to solve a case that's been ongoing for months!) is also meant to get her to quit. Nick doesn't come from a bunny-majority town...

(Seriously, there is some cult-like activity going on here. There are bunny parents in the city with only one kid, this does not seem normal in-universe.)

...and he's more used to being marginalized, so he sees it right away. He calls out Bogo's bullshit and gets more time for Judy to complete an unreasonable task - and she pulls it off. Even the shitty chief who was trying to get her fired has to sit up and respect her after that!

"Wow, I'm impressed!"

Ultimately, that's the problem. But that's where our collective American brain was when this movie was being made.

We had a solid eight years there where we thought racism was over because we finally had a Black President. We also had a constant, low-grade anxiety about all the indications that this was clearly not the case, but we were able to ignore them. It seemed kinda rude to do anything other than ignore them. Obama worked so hard, and so many people were still trying to hold him to an unfair standard. Couldn't we just let him do a few war crimes like every other American President?

We could and we did, but then we had a racist backlash that made Obama's worst excesses look like a walk in the park. And many (not anywhere near all) of us have been motivated to unpack how broken the system is, and look at the past a little more critically.

But in early 2016? No way! We had a Black guy in the White House, and we were gonna get a WOMAN in the White House (for sure!) and everything was gonna be fine. Oh, thank goodness those rugged individuals were able to smash through the glass ceiling, so it would stay broken forever. That's what glass does! It was a good, simple optimistic story - like Hamilton!

...and something obvious and easy to fall back on when the Nick-centred, darker story didn't seem to be working out. Racism is real (and that's hard enough for the audience to grasp, so let's back off a little), but a few determined individuals can fix it for everyone. All you have to do is keep Trying! You can Try Everything! You might fall down (or be pushed, or have your body parts slammed in a car door) but you can get back up and win!

Even in the dark version, in the end, Nick and Judy get rid of the "tame" collars. I posit that the only reason Disney felt safe making a movie about racism in the first place was that at the time, we honestly thought racism could be solved - and we're solving it right now! Quick! Animate that message with funny animals so we can tell the kids!

We don't need to see Nick training to be a cop! I'm sure it's fine. Judy took out the bias ahead of him. Hilary won't have any trouble getting into the White House. It's fine now. It's FINE.

Months later, we got a big, orange clue-by-four that was impossible to ignore, but Zootopia was already on its way to a video release in time for Christmas. Its hope and optimism stands cluelessly to this day. And if you're not ready to think about racism as a complex, systemic issue (or at ALL) it won't make you.

So! Do you want more on this? "Like" and reblog if you want more, 'cos I can give you way more. Next time, if you want, we can talk about this stuff:

(WTFox?!)

...and the good and bad of how the narrative dealt with it.

#zootopia #racisim #judy hopps #systemic discrimination #deep dive #acab #thanks obama

[live-digital-love]

♡ Terurei / Torimeka | Tragedy

♡ There is no happy ending.

♡ All angst.

♡ Something short and sour that I didn't feel like fleshing out further.

♡ Teruya tries. Dear god, he tries.

Note: when I originally wrote this, the perspective changes rapidly between Teruya and Rei. I wasn't sure how to make this clearer without undoing what was originally there.

♡

They feel like a tragedy.

Tragedy, between someone who moves too fast and someone that likes to take her time.

"Let's go, we have all the time in the world!" and "If you're not careful, you'll end up dead."

-

Teruya trying to move forward.

Jogging up to her in the echoing halls, trying to catch her before she ducks into her room to hide away. He took off as soon as he noticed she left, and somehow, she was still so far away.

"Why're ya bein' so rude to everybody back there? The last thing we need is makin' enemies, y'know!"

She raises an arm to her chest, at first; it seems to be a force of habit when he talks about these things.

"I don't need anyone else but myself, thank you. Now run along and stop wasting your breath."

But he only stops and whistles.

"All 'm tryna say is that havin' some maybe-could-be-future friends in here wouldn' hurt!"

Over.

-

He's out of breath this time, having to practically run after her surprisingly brisk walk. His head buzzing like a hundred flies all crammed in one after the other, and the only thing they can buzz is blazing red. Blazing red, and buzzing screams, and lifeless eyes and:

"H- Hey, why aren't you helpin' us? You're smart! Yer really, really smart, and--- w- we can't do this on our own! We need you!"

She only kept pace with the own dazed thrum of that damned thing thudding in her chest. She's read about this before. This feeling, this situation. She's read how to handle this. All of it.

She's read. She's read. She's read.

"Then figure out how to. It's not my responsibility to help you."

He stopped so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet.

"You won' even try!?"

And over.

-

Desperate, shaking hands card through gelled hair. His nerves are fried. Everything is fried. It wasn't meant to be real. It should have stopped.

They should've been saved by now.

It should've ended when everyone promised---

It should have, it should have, it should---

Words fell off his tongue just as fast as they whirled through his mind. They whirled orange, and they whirled blue, and they whirled only one name.

"Please, I need somebody! Everyone else is leaving me!"

Her ears are ringing. From his whining yells or from the own pounding in her head, she can't tell anymore. It blurred long ago. She doesn't care.

She doesn't want to care.

"Who said I have to be here for you?"

He threw his arms and his body itself in an attempt to physically shake the emotions tearing through him, and he nearly slams his body into a wall in the process.

"I- No one, but---

Please, god, don't let me be alone!"

And over again.

-

He's crying. He hasn't cried like this since he was a child. Maybe he still is one, rubbing his eyes and coming crying to someone he knew wouldn't listen. Heaving sobs get caught in his throat. It takes hiccups and wheezing breaths just to speak.

"You're the only one who'll look at me."

She froze. Her hands steeled into fists. He couldn't know they were shaking mere moments before. Words she once spoke only to reflections in her youth flooded out of her mouth.

No one else can know. No one else does. No one else will.

"Then you should look at yourself! You shouldn't need someone else to help you. You're only as weak as you are now because all you do is cry wolf to someone that actually matters."

He was almost stunned by how... cold she can be.

"But I want them to help me, so I don't have to do it by myself!

I want you to help me!"

-

Even in the end.

Even after there's nothing left.

He keeps trying.

He still looks around: wildly, madly, for anything, anything that still burns bright, vivid orange, or bright, vivid white now, or anything that might look like her.

"Why can't I find you? Where did you go?"

Her response, in another world outside of the one his mind is kept, is a hitch in her breath. Her gaze bored into the monitor screen. He should have been right after her. He should have woken up by now. He still hasn't moved. Why hasn't he moved? Didn't he know?

"... This isn't right. What did you do?"

In that other world, he looked to himself with horror. With disgust. Flames and ashes played beyond his eyes on loop. Terror trailed its way through his mind as he realized just what he had let happen.

He realized he ran out of time.

"What did I do?"

What went wrong? What went wrong? What went wrong?

But she doesn't move. She stays frozen. She stares and watches.

She doesn't move until it finally started to set in that she was years, and years too late.

Until the dull whirr of blue-green lights and meaningless numbers ticked down and down and stopped entirely.

Until they sealed his fate.

Until she realized she ran out of time, too.

-

Only this time...

It tore her heart to guilt-filled shreds.

And she acknowledged that it hurt.

#dra #danganronpa another #danganronpa another: another despair academy #rei mekaru #mekaru rei #teruya ootori #ootori teruya #terurei #torimeka #♡ ~ writing

[halorocks1214]

the law of vibration

Word Count: 6113

Summary: The Law of Vibration states that everything in the Universe moves, vibrates, and travels in circular patterns. The same principles of vibration in the physical world apply to our thoughts, feelings, desires, and wills in the Etheric world. Each sound, thing, and even thought has its own vibrational frequency, unique unto itself

Previous Parts (in order): You are here! | Alan | John | Virgil | Scott | Casey | Kayo | Gordon | Penelope

im not entirely sure how accurate the avalanche is here but im going to blame google because i TRIED getting concrete information on how an avalanche sounds and looks like but essentially ended up with nothing outside a few details

also this series was a giant tag wall and i am very sorry for that. i recently edited the tags to be less beefy. nothing important was deleted, just unnecessary rambly ones

also also if it wasn't obvious this series is going to be updated slowly agsgsdfgsd (what gave that away i wonder). ill just leave this little blurb here as one last warning instead of being self-deprecating in the notes of every new one. i gotta be better about not being so harsh on myself, ya know? as always, i hope you enjoy! :D

cw for sad ending, character death, and natural disasters

"Have you heard the news? Little Lucille has a secret admirer."

Lucy rolled her eyes as she put her long, ginger locks into a ponytail at her desk, "It's hardly a secret when the guy keeps running into the doorframe whenever we're in the same room."

Chantelle squeezed her pillow closer to her chest, “C’mon Lucy, cut the guy some slack. It’s pretty adorable, all things considered.”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you get someone that is so infatuated with you that they act like a cartoon character!” Juniper laughed from the corner of the room where she was getting dressed behind a privacy cover, letting out a little growl like she was rolling her R’s, like one would when they were insinuating that something very adult was happening between two people.

Lucy stood up from her desk, refusing to look at her roommates, “Whatever, you two are ridiculous.”

Chantelle finally threw the pillow she was holding, but Lucy expertly dodged it in the process of falling into her own bunk. Chantelle scoffed, “Lucky.” Chantelle then proceeded to yawn as she fell backward to lie on her back and stare at the ceiling, “I don’t know about you, Luce, but if a rich somebody like that was giving me goo-goo eyes, I would be running and leaping into their arms before the new jet prototype could even break the sound barrier.”

Jeff Tracy, billionaire entrepreneur and First Man to set foot on Mars, acted like a silly goose just because she looked somewhat pretty.

“If anything, that should make you find this all stupider,” Lucy pointed out. “Guys like that always fall over themselves for trophy wives. I care way too much about myself to go down to that level.”

“Preach it, sister!” Juniper yelled, climbing the ladder on Lucy’s bed to get to the top bunk. “By the way, have the two of you heard from our new roommate yet? Shouldn’t they have shown up by now?”

Oh, right, that was happening tonight. They sent their last roommate off quietly with a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. The pressures that came with rescuing civilians got to her, and she decided it was better to quit early than potentially risk lives. It was respectable, and no one judged her for it. Hell, Lucy might have even smacked her if she didn’t just go through with it because that was not a decision to be fifty-fifty on, especially not while active. She made sure to send pictures from her new job at a local mechanic’s shop occasionally, so they were all happy to see her joyful and well.

But that failed to explain who her replacement was. Swear to god, if they got put with some lazy slack off that was always late-

Light knocking came from their door, making them all sit up and stare at it. Then it slowly opened, and stepping inside was a woman with a duffel bag, her hair tied back at the top of her head in a short, frizzy ponytail. With reasonable assumption, that had to be their new roommate, showing up right on the dot. It was as if she personally heard Lucy gritching and appeared exactly then to make her shut right the hell up.

“Hello?” the newcomer said. “This is Room B509, right?”

“Yep!” Juniper immediately answered, moving so she could slightly hang off the edge of her bed. “I’m guessing that question means you’re our new roommate, yeah?”

The woman stepped inside and shut the door behind herself with one of her feet, “From what it sounds like, yes, I am.”

Lucy got up from her bed to walk over to properly meet the lady, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lucille.”

Lucy held out a hand for the woman to shake, to which the woman happily returned, “The pleasure’s all mine. I’m Valerie. Valerie Casey.”

“Ugh, you’re all so formal,” Chantelle groaned from her bed, turning over to sleep facing a direction away from them. “Stop caring about all that prim-and-proper horsecrap; we’re all gonna use the same shower anyway.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, giving Valerie an apologetic smile, “Sorry for my friend. That’s Chantelle. She gets cranky at this time of night.”

Chantelle grumbled, and it was just humorous enough to get Valerie to sigh fondly, “Don’t worry, I get it. I’m not all that chipper myself, right now. It’s no fun being uprooted randomly so the higher-ups can make last-minute adjustments to you and your roommates’ dorm.”

Ah, so that’s what this hullabaloo was about, “Yikes, that certainly sounds like no fun.”

“Hang on, did you say your name was Valerie Casey?” Chantelle had a lightbulb moment, interrupting their conversation and suddenly sitting up, very much not going to sleep. “No way, aren’t you besties with Jeff Tracy?”

Oh no.

Valerie cleared her throat, “‘Besties’ is a bit of a strong word, but yes. We are good friends.”

Chantelle smiled as if she figured out how to take over the world while Juniper placed her hands on her cheeks excitedly. “What perfect timing!” Juniper exclaimed, completely ignoring Lucy’s fervent headshakes telling her to knock it off. “We were just talking about him!”

Please no.

“Really?” Valerie questioned in a tone of voice that said she was challenging them to prove their words true.

Juniper giggled evilly, “You bet your bottom dollar we were! My name’s Juniper and your buddy pal friend amigo has got the biggest honking crush on Lucille over here!”

Uuuuuuugghhh.

However, Valerie seemed to be just as unenthused as Lucy was, “Ah, right. His little puppy-love moment he’s currently having.”

Lucy was caught off guard a little bit, “What do you mean by that exactly?”

“Oh, it’s nothing to do with you,” Valerie said honestly, walking over to the empty desk to get her stuff set up. “It’s nothing to do with him either, really, he’s a good man. It’s just that when you hear over and over again how he’s finally going to bite the bullet and finally approach her like a normal human being every day for two weeks straight, you go a little nuts.”

So Jeff was one of those types. Lucy wasn’t sure if that made the situation more relieving or more irritating.

“Did you catch that, Lucy?” Chantelle purred, now hanging off the edge like Juniper was previously. “Jeff’s a ‘good man.’ What’s stopping you from walking over to him right now and knocking him on his ass? Either physically or emotionally, but I won’t complain either way. Neither will he from the sound of it.”

Lucy made movements like she was going back to her bed, “Even if the man made a living off of rescuing orphaned kittens, that doesn’t mean I’ll magically want to-”

Someone knocking on their door interrupted them, making them pause and stare at it.

“Private Traile?” a voice came from outside. “Someone is requesting you speak with them over the phone.”

Valerie glanced over at her with sympathy, “Traile? As in Callahan Traile’s daughter?”

Who hadn’t heard of her father at this point? “Yep, and I’m guessing you’re already assuming who’s the one making the phone call by that alone, am I right?”

Juniper’s teasing gained an air of pain behind it as they all watched Lucy leave the room and shut the door, “Ouch. And tonight was going so well too.”

Valerie was about to receive what was hopefully the biggest tonal shift of her lifetime. Callahan Traile, while not one of the Founders of the GFD, did a lot to get it off the ground and be as big of a spectacle as it is today. It was no surprise the singular kid he had followed in his footsteps.

If only they realized it was less “following” and more “being walked on a leash.”

Once she was fully situated in a call booth that allowed maximum privacy, she took a deep breath as she stared at the phone. She felt her fingers strain as they bunched up her sleep pants between her knuckles, and it took everything in her power to not just rip the damn thing off the wall and pretend she was busy.

It would be worse if she ignored it, though, so with a lethargic exhale, she picked up the phone and dialed, “Hey Dad.”

For a moment, nothing came through the other side, and Lucy was about to sigh in relief and say tonight was just a false alarm, but then, “Lucille, I saw your recent simulation scores.”

Oh yay, straight to the point was the theme for tonight, “Yes, I’m aware I underperformed and already have plans to rectify it.”

She went from consistently receiving Top 5 scores to now having two weeks in a row where she got 12th and 13th respectively. Really, the whole situation was just one cycle of feeling bad. She felt bad about technically underperforming compared to her usual level, but then she would feel bad about feeling bad because she was still one of the top performers in the entire GDF, why the hell should she be groveling about needing to do better?

Clearly, her father didn’t see that.

“I would hope so,” he spoke matter-of-factly, “but to make things easier, I’ve already worked up some new training regimens for you to begin starting as soon as possible. You should get them within a few days.”

Lucy felt her face heat up from embarrassment, “Dad.”

He tsked so loud she heard it over the static, “No complaints. You should be thankful none of these were real scenarios. Can you even imagine the number of lives you might put in danger if you’re not at your best?”

Lucy could feel her fingers tighten, one set around the phone and the other around the edge of the counter, “Yes, Dad, I’ve thought about it in great detail.”

“Good, I’m happy we’re on the same page,” her father finished the conversation. “Now, it’s off to bed for the both of us. Next week is going to be rough, and I want you in tip-top shape.”

She took another deep breath, this one shakier much to her displeasure, “If that is all you needed, then I hope you have a good rest of your night.”

She could hear him fidget with whatever deceive he was calling with, “I hope you have a good rest of your night as well, Lucille.”

With the sound of the phone call abruptly hanging up ringing in her ears, Lucy shakily put the phone back into the receiver. Could she have one day that wasn’t somewhat of a nightmare? Turning around leaving the privacy booth, she-

Froze, because standing in the doorway staring at her was Jeff Tracy, who seemed to have the same amount of belief as her in terms of him being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Uh,” Tracy stammered. The booths were soundproof, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see the almost-raggedy state she was in, “Everything… okay?”

Welp, it wasn’t like anything could get worse for her tonight, “Just family stuff. Having a bit of a tizzy at the moment.”

Tracy’s fingers fidgeted, like he wanted to grab something but since there wasn’t a thing to grab, he could only grasp the open air. Much like how he couldn’t find the proper words for this conversation, “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s never fun fighting with your family.”

Fighting with your family, what a joke, “I guess you could call it that.”

She was tired, she was cranky, and not even Jeff Tracy being in the room prevented her from sitting down at one of the tables outside the booths for a moment of rest. She leaned back a little, silent and not giving Tracy any kind of attention. He was even about to shrug his shoulders and leave her to her business when she whined and pushed her wrists into her eyes.

“I’m just so sick of it,” she exclaimed to empty silence.

That is, until Tracy's voice sounded out, "Do you still want me to walk away or?"

Looking up from her hands, she was met with Jeff Tracy's concerned face. He seemed to be genuine, not creepily invested or anything. She could also just be tired as hell and exhaustion is ruining her decision-making skills.

"Probably won't matter," she decided. "I highly doubt you can change anything."

Jeff took slow steps forward, testing the waters and making sure he won't get bitten, before sitting down next to her. With the way she was positioned, it made it so he was mostly directly in front of her, "Well, having an ear to vent to never hurt anyone."

She let out a shaky exhale, rubbing her palms against her pants to get rid of the sweat on her palms, “Recently, one of my roommates retired from being a Cadet, and it’s making me realize that I may or may not feel a similar way. I think that this job is not something I’m cut out for.”

Jeff blinked, expecting there to be more that she wanted to say. When there wasn’t, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “Why? The job is incredible! You get to use all this amazing technology and even save lives-”

“That’s the point!” she exclaimed, not angrily. Just exhausted, “It’s so much pressure. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so constant, but it is and it’s gotten to be too much. I thought I could handle it at the start, and I did for a little, but now…” she drifted off, sighing, “It’s a lot.”

Jeff relented to that, “Fair enough. Then why don’t you just quit? They have systems in place for this kind of stuff, don’t they?”

She turned to give him an apathetic yet also displeased stare, “My father is Callahan Traile.”

No immediate response.

“Holy shit,” Jeff whispered before abruptly and loudly clearing his throat. “Right, right, but still, wouldn’t that make it easier? No one can tell his daughter no, yeah? Not unless they want an ass-kicking to Sweden and back.”

Lucy wanted to be irritated, she did, but she couldn’t quite get there. She could tell Jeff simply hadn’t had experience with an overbearing parent, which was a good thing. Fewer situations like hers were genuinely great, but, “He’s the reason I started this job in the first place. I always had a knack for athletics, and being his only child he obviously wanted to capitalize on it. Without consulting me, of course. Now I’m here, getting late-night phone calls from him that do nothing to help my high blood pressure levels.”

Jeff was finally grasping the picture, “He forced you into this career?”

All Lucy could do was nod, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders now that she was finally able to admit this to someone.

You could see the exact moment Jeff had a lightbulb appear in his head, “Oh, yikes, I never thought a man like him would become a parent like that. I would have hoped someone who looked out for others would know how to look out for their own kids, especially in a task as big as the GDF, but my mother always said I was a wishful thinker.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow, subconsciously appreciating being believed immediately without the need for extra explanation, “I’m surprised you’re against him. You’re an accomplished man, I would have thought that you would try to get your hypothetical kids involved in those accomplishments as well.” Why wouldn’t he? If she would admit to anything, it was that they were legitimately amazing feats.

“If they showed interest in my stuff, then yes,” Jeff said with no hesitation. “And if they were good at it too. If they didn’t care then I wouldn’t even think about trying. I’ve been in business for a long time, and after a while, you find that someone somewhat good at their job is just as good as someone who’s really good but doesn’t want to be there. There needs to be a balance, even more so in risky things like this and your father should be aware of this most of all.” He shook his head, thinking, “This needs fixing, starting with you.”

Wait, what?

Jeff looked back at her with the most serious look of the night, “Would you like me to try and get you out? Not for the GDF’s sake, but for yours. The whole point of this operation is to prevent preventable deaths, but that means jack all if they aren’t doing the same for their own goddamn people. What do you say, wanna give your father the biggest wake-up call of his life?”

Lucy was completely caught off guard by the direction this took, “Thanks for your concern, but I highly doubt anyone else is getting my special kind of treatment. We don’t need to make a big stink.”

Jeff shook his head, not accepting that answer, “That’s not good enough. Having one exception to these kinds of things leads to more and more until there’s so many that the rules were obviously not the important part in the first place. Besides, disregarding any safety violation or any other by-the-book reasoning, you simply don’t need to go through this. You don’t ‘deserve it,’ you don’t need to take it to save others, no nothing.”

Okay, Lucy had to question why he was so insistent about this now, “Sure, yes, I’m going to trust the man who’s been interested in me and is super theatrical since forever to look out for my best interests. I was already a good find, but now that you know I’m Callahan Traile’s daughter, I’m absolutely can’t-let-go material, right?”

“I promise, I swear on my career, that I am only doing this because it’s the right thing to do,” Jeff said sincerely, bringing his hands around to hold one of hers. “I don’t care if you don’t talk to me for the rest of our lives after this, I just want to make sure you have the same opportunities as everyone else does, and you can’t have that when you’re being forced into a life you don’t want.”

Lucy slowly started to believe him, but you couldn’t blame her for being pessimistic, “How do I know you aren’t just pulling stuff out of your ass?”

Jeff took a deep breath before choosing his words very carefully, “Back when I was in college, I had a nasty falling out with a friend. I’m talking ‘we never spoke afterward’ falling out. He disappeared for a few weeks, but I was still concerned about him, because I would have hated for him to have gotten hurt. Eventually, our dorm caught on fire, and with the help of some other friends of mine, we got everyone out. In that process, we learned our ex-friend was inside where the worst of the fire was, and that he was the one that set the place ablaze.”

Lucy gasped.

“But I still attempted to save him,” Jeff continued. “Because he needed to answer questions, because dying in a fire sounds awful, because he was still human and deserved a chance to live a better life the next day. I was able to get him out, but he disappeared again soon afterward. We haven’t heard from him since, and we only hope that it was to start a new life and not plan to try something so dangerous once more.”

Lucille stared at Jeff Tracy in silence, unable to say any words.

Jeff sighed after a few seconds, squeezing her hand reassuringly, “I have no way to prove this to you. For all you know, I’m just making myself out to be the big and grand upstanding hero looking for hot women to fawn all over me. The point wasn’t that. The point was that I think everyone deserves to be offered help no matter how I personally feel about them. Positive or negative, everyone needs someone in their corner.”

Lucy finally came up with her answer, “I believe you.”

Jeff blinked, “Really? Wait, that came out wrong-”

Despite the odds, Lucy found herself giggling, “Don’t worry, I get it. If you’re serious about wanting to help me, then I’ll take it.”

Now it was Jeff’s turn to be nearly speechless, “Are you sure?”

Lucy made a noise that was between a laugh and a cry, “At this point? Yes. I love my dad, I really do, but I don’t want to be ambitious like he is. I don’t have grand and upstanding dreams like he wants me to have. I want to just settle down somewhere, maybe even garden a little. The life where you can end up on the news every week is just so… intense.”

Jeff paused for a moment to fully grasp that he wasn’t being turned down. “That’s understandable,” he said genuinely, humming after as he thought hard about something. “Alright, I think I have a plan.”

Said plan included getting the two of them away from the GDF for a week on an unplanned vacation. Turns out, Chantelle might have had a point about having a rich person help you do what you wanted. She was never told the details, but she knew it had a lot to do with Jeff’s crazy amounts of “influence.”

“Is this legal?” she asked only when they were on a plane flight to Kansas.

Jeff chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, “Maybe not, but don’t worry. I made sure our places in the GDF were covered by people who would treat them with the highest level of care. I would never dip out on such an important job like ours for no reason, and especially not if I don’t have something to make up for my absence.”

Hmm, maybe he wasn’t the complete and total flaunty caricature she thought he was.

As for why they were going to Kansas for some reason, Jeff finally explained during the taxi ride away from the airport.

“Whenever I’m overwhelmed,” he began, “I always find that going back to my roots makes me feel better. Considering your ‘roots’ probably won’t provide the same feeling, I figured I could share.”

She was taken to an average-sized farm, surrounded by lush trees and beautiful rolling hills. Waiting on the porch was a middle-aged woman, blonde hair falling straight down to her shoulders. She held her arms open for Jeff to flop into them, “Ah, Jeffie, I was getting worried you were forgetting about me.”

Jeff grinned, leaning out of her hold, “Of course not. I’ve just recently gotten a little busy.” He gestured to Lucy, “Mom, meet Lucille. She needed some time off and I thought I would provide it.” He then turned to her, “Lucille, meet my mother, Sally. She’s been the one-woman-show running this operation of a farm for the past ten years.”

Lucy finally felt comfortable enough to walk up the steps to stand on the porch, holding her hand out for Sally to shake and instead getting met with a giant hug. In any other scenario, Lucy probably would have sweep-kicked her assailant. However, this time she simply hugged back, and not just because Sally was an older lady.

“It’s such a joy to meet you,” Sally said, breaking the hug but leaving her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Huh?

Before Lucy could ask about that, Jeff cleared his throat obnoxiously, “Well, I do believe both of us are tuckered out from the flight. If you don’t mind, I’ll show Lucy her room and then order dinner. How do you feel about that one Mongolian place we enjoy?”

With that, Lucy was shown where they would sleep and given takeout food unlike anything she had ever tasted. A few days into her stay and a missed call from her dad, Jeff elaborated on his plan a little more. Lucy was already okay with staying at his place, but hearing extra details never hurt anyone.

"Obviously, your father can't do much now that you're an adult," he elaborated, "but I do worry his level of influence and power won't help in making your life easier. I figured if he wanted to risk getting petty, not only would he be overstepping your authority as an adult-"

"-he would be going after you, a random person who doesn't have the excuse of being a family member," Lucy finished.

Jeff smirked, "If he wants to come onto our property to talk, then, by all means, he better be here to just talk. Any more than that and he has the threat of a lawsuit bigger than the entire GDF, and knowing him he's smart enough to not try anything on that level."

Lucy knew deep down that her dad wasn't that bad, but she also knew that every day he was getting more unpredictable. Maybe it was selfish, but it was nice to finally feel like someone was willing to put their life between hers and her father's. Especially at a time like this.

Eventually, more missed calls came into play, and Lucy realized that if she wanted this to be finished she would need to put her foot down. She agreed to meet at a neutral location, a local bar in town. She hoped that being in public would be the last little bit of influence her dad would take into consideration to keep things civil.

Throughout it all, Sally and Jeff stood by her side.

Sally stayed out in the car while Jeff went into the bar with her, never overstepping into what was her fight. She never truly realized just how much she appreciated his silent but present support. He was standing slightly behind her and her booth as she hashed it out with her dad once and for all.

She always wanted to go back to that bar and ask the regulars what it must have been like seeing Jeff Tracy and Callahan Traile in the same room.

"-s out of character for you!" Her dad thankfully kept it civil, but not calm, "You've been nothing but well trained since forever, and now all of a sudden you get a rich boyfriend and everything has gone kaput! I was hoping when you found someone, it wouldn't be a sleazy money bag who-"

"You don't understand a single thing about this situation," she found herself getting more offended on Jeff’s behalf than her own somehow. "Jeff Tracy is a good man who offered his help after I realized I was getting tired of your antics, nothing more, nothing less, which you might have understood if you had ever taken ten seconds out of your day to ask me how I feel!"

(If she turned around at all during the convo, she would have seen a flustered Jeff, not prepared to hear someone call him her "boyfriend" so abruptly.)

She preferred not to think about much of that week anymore. All she knew was that she was able to scrounge up enough respect (or at least pity) from her father to loosen the reins. She agreed to finish out her stint at the GDF because she liked the job, just not the constant pressure, and then her father would back off. She would be free to continue her life however she wanted.

Her father would sometimes reach out to her, which she appreciated, but ultimately their relationship stayed strained. Too much worry about things going back to being the way they used to be prevented her from fully closing the gap. It was unfortunate, but she supposed that's how life tended to be as well.

Once she and Jeff went back to work, she was surprised to find herself missing him. He stayed true to his word, not demanding anything from her as some kind of "payment." He was genuine in his want to help her at most and leave it at that, though he did wave hello at her when they occasionally crossed paths.

He was a funny guy and had lots of stories to tell and advice to give. She didn't have many friends outside her roommates, and the week she spent at the Tracy Farm convinced her that she wanted more. So she ended up being who sought him out. It was mind-boggling to the other Cadets, that stone-faced Traile was actively wanting to hang out with dorky Tracy. What could she say to that? He was nice. Certainly, she made exceptions like this before?

It wasn't until Chantelle gave her a look and Juniper said "Eyo, honey, I thought you said you would never like him" did Lucy finally have her oh moment.

A few weeks into their blooming bud of a relationship, Lucy still wasn't sure what was more of a surprise: her being the one to initiate their first kiss, or Valerie being the only one that believed she would eventually and excitedly agree to put a ring on her finger.

---

A lifetime of hearing babies and children cry led to Lucy absolutely hating the sound.

But now, here on her and her husband’s farmhouse? It was possibly one of the best noises ever. A sweeter medley than even the most talented of orchestras could play.

Because the one making the noise was a pudgy little thing, just born into the world thanks to Lucy’s determination and her mother-in-law’s assistance. If you asked Lucy all those years ago that she would give birth to a healthy baby boy, then she would have given you the stink eye, assuming you were trying to flirt with her. Not that she didn’t want to, but considering her circumstances at the time, you couldn’t blame her for being less focused on that particular dream compared to others.

“Welp, now that the hard part is over,” Sally sighed, wiping her head with her forearm, “I should go and get that giddy son of mine in here to help you out with the rest.”

Lucy sighed happily, vaguely listening to Sally get up and leave the room. She was too busy focusing on her brand new baby boy in her arms and getting him to relax. With careful rocking and motherly shushes, the baby’s sobs slowly petered away into simple sniffles.

She somehow managed to achieve quietness right as rapid but gentle footsteps made their way into the room, followed by a man’s voice, “Oh. Oh wow.”

Lucy smiled, still looking at their son, “Glad to see you finally join us. I was starting to think you were having second thoughts.”

“Well, forgive me for knowing my strengths and weaknesses,” Jeff playfully retorted back, “and realizing I would not be the best at handling childbirth and didn’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

Lucy rolled her eyes as she felt a chest press against her back, and it was here she finally glanced away from the baby for the first time so she could turn and press a kiss to her husband’s lips, “You could never hurt me.”

Jeff leaned into the kiss with a grin before breaking off, letting Lucy go back to staring at their son. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to stare a little bit either, “He’s beautiful, Luce. You did an amazing job as always.”

Suddenly, taking both their breaths away, was the baby opening his eyes for the first time. A radiant blue color absorbed their attention completely. Lucy cooed, “I’m struggling to think of what to name him. There are just too many choices.”

Jeff reached forward so their new son could reach out and blindly grasp his finger, “I was thinking something like Malcolm.”

A moment of silence.

“Absolutely not,” Lucy decided.

Jeff sputtered, “What? What’s wrong with that?”

Lucy shook her head fondly, but her eye roll did have a hint of annoyance, “I heard you talking to your mother a few weeks ago about your ideas on the naming convention for our family. I’m sorry, but Malcolm is a name I refuse to touch with a ten-foot pole.”

Jeff, instead of being chastised, smirked, “So you’re saying that you’re not objecting to naming them after famous astronauts?”

Lucy huffed, almost indignantly refusing to answer that question. “You know, Scott would be a nice name.”

Another moment of silence.

“Yeah, that does sound nice,” Jeff agreed. “Welcome to the world, Scott.”

Lucy knew her husband enough to easily picture the full name. Scott Carpenter Tracy, the newest addition to the family bloodline.

“He has your eyes,” Lucy quietly pointed out.

Jeff hummed, “He kind of does.”

Lucy made a similar hum, “So are you just going to steal all the ‘they look like you points’ from me, or will I get a turn?”

Jeff laughed, shaking his hand a little, making baby Scott gurgle happily, “Don’t worry, if we have another, I’ll make sure you’ll have your moment.”

“I think you mean when, Jeff,” Lucy corrected.

Jeff froze for a second before lightly shaking his head, unable to comprehend how he got so lucky to have her in his life, “Of course, honey. When the next one comes, which I may or may not be looking super forward to, they’ll be sculpted exactly to your liking as much as you want.”

Lucy loved the sound of that.

---

“You two need to calm down,” Lucy tried to play the diffuser. Quietly, so she didn’t wake Alan—who she was holding—from his much-needed rest. The moment he gave her his puppy-dog eyes combined with his flushed cheeks from his fever, well, she was always soft toward her children.

Scott and Gordon were hanging out, having fun playing a board game, when it seemed like Scott brought up the small elephant in the room that was Gordon’s feelings toward the newest Tracy. Now the two of them were locked in a glaring contest only to be interrupted by their mom. Scott was indignant, “But it’s been three years! He needs to get over it!”

Lucy giggled, “I seem to recall you feeling a similar way toward John when he was born.”

Scott immediately became chastised, and Gordon’s grin way more smug.

“Scott does have a point as well, though,” Lucy reasoned. “Sweetie, I don’t know how many times I need to say it, but a new baby in the family doesn’t mean you’re being replaced. Look at all your brothers before you; we didn’t stop giving attention to Virgil when you were born, did we?”

Gordon puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, “But what if it’s different?”

Lucy sat down next to Gordon on the couch, sandwiching him between her and Scott, “Different how?”

“I don’t know!” Gordon exclaimed. Then, he was much quieter, “I don’t know. I just feel like it will be.”

Lucy pulled him in closer, carefully adjusting Alan so they each took up one side of her, “I know Alan was a surprise for all of us when I found out I was going to have him, I get that there were some life-long plans we had in mind that we needed to readjust when a sudden fifth came along, but you know your mom and dad are experts at handling surprises, yeah? Things are different, but nothing is new. We are the Tracys, we are a family, and no one gets left behind with family.”

Gordon let out squeaky laughs as she pinched his cheek and playfully pulled, and it was hard for Scott to not smile at the sight as well. However, something felt… off. He looked around, and when he was able to put his finger on it, he asked, “Hey, mom? Do you hear that?”

Lucy paused and proceeded to do the same sort of prairie dog movement as her son. She lifted her head and glanced around the cabin. At first, nothing came across as weird or wrong, and she was going to try and soothe Scott’s worry, but then her ears finally caught the vague noise of rumbling. Things in their building seemed to vibrate more and more the longer she stared at them, and it was with sudden, horrifying clarity that she realized what was about to happen to her kids.

She turned back to them, and the last thing she saw was her two sons looking at her with fear, “Boys-”

A lot of it was cold, a lot of it was dark, but at the very least, she was able to take comfort in a voice telling her that her kids would be taken care of and kept safe.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #lucille tracy #lucy tracy #jeff tracy #grandma tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #my post #my fic #series: rules of alchemy

[chr0mematic]

(G)I-DLE CONCERT STUFFS!!!

So yesterday I just saw my favorite kpop group. Arguably the only group that matters. (G)-fkn-IDLE! Like the Twice concert, I’m gonna write some anecdotes! I have a lot more to say this time around. 

While waiting in line somebody gave me a freebie, which were two custom-made photocards for the concert. One was a group shot, and the other was of Minnie! Shout out to Kashuee on Twitter you’re a real one.

The soundcheck was so casual, you could tell they didn’t rehearse it compared to the main show. They just came out and said “hi we’re gonna practice now what songs do you want lol”. We got Blow Your Mind, Luv U, and My Bag. It went by so fast, and Minnie told us to save our voices for the main show.

There were no translators at all. Each member spoke in English which was pretty neat!

Now onto the main show. When they were introducing themselves, it sounded like they were reading off KProfiles lmao. Except for Yuqi. As expected of the bluff queen, she was hyping herself up. 

A lot of the songs were reworked for the concert. Most notably Dumdi, Lion, and Never Stop Me. Lion was even more theatrical than before and Never Stop Me turned into such a hype song with the extended chorus! Might’ve been my favorite performance thanks to its energy!

During the second interlude, they noted the most iconic part of Senorita was the “hey señor” lyric + pose. I think it made everyone a little sad considering who originally sang that line...luckily the girls decided to do their own versions! Miyeon did a goofy one, Yuqi cool, Soyeon sexy, and Shuhua tried to do the original godbless. Minnie did a cartwheel for no reason.

At one point Yuqi got to sing Lost, with Soyeon following up with the fucking. Shake Shack Song

The girls did not fight each other for the dance battle interlude. They decided to challenge us nevies. 

When they put on a song for us, we ended up looking like this American Dad scene in real life which made me laugh. The girls themselves even made fun of the move lol.

They retaliated by dancing to Toxic Britney Spears thank god. Was afraid they would put on idk Justin Bieber or something.

To determine who won the dance battle, Yuqi played rock paper scissors with a fan and she lost lmao. So basically, we kicked their asses.

I must note that Shuhua also did a cartwheel here for no reason.

During another interlude, the girls wanted the audience to look around and make friends with each other. Which singlehandedly gave me school flashbacks. But they provided some examples on how we could act, like Yuqi and Shuhua fangirling obnoxiously. Likewise Minnie asked Miyeon if she was a nevie and if she was single LMAO

When we got the last chorus of My Bag, Soyeon pointed her mic to the crowd and let us sing while she stood completely still. It was so badass.

They made us shout the fuck in Tomboy right before they played it. This wouldn’t have happened at any other kpop concert fr.

While waiting for the hi-touch I think I saw this reaction youtuber I used to watch thanks to Idlecord posting his videos. So that was surreal. 

NOW ONTO THE HI-TOUCH. The venue staff were rushing us and Soyeon was first in line, which completely fucked me up. I remember saying hi but I don’t remember her reaction. I think I glanced back at her so I only got to look at Shuhua for a second. Then Miyeon smiled warmly at me, and for some reason I don’t remember Minnie at all? I feel bad about that. My strongest memory is Yuqi, who looked me in the eyes and told me “thank you”. For what, slapping your hand? I kid, but that moment makes me happy. :D

Now there were a couple negatives as well...

Waiting several hours in the opressive summer heat to get in the venue. I thought I would get sore feet and a migraine but I didn’t surprisingly? I mean I woke up today with a headache at 5 am but it’s already gone. Retail must’ve prepared me for this moment.

During the soundcheck, someone behind me yelled “I MISS SOOJIN” during a quieter moment. I thought fans agreed not to bring her up explicitly? Cause that makes things awkward for the girls. Show OT6 support through like, merch or something. I did that with my OT6 shirt.

The venue itself. The first floor was packed like sardines and I had to stay on my tiptoes a majority of the time. To make matters worse, when any popular song came on literally EVERYONE was recording, and I couldn’t see shit and had to look their phones...fans did this with the first 3 songs and ngl it soured my mood then. It got better with bsides but eh.

Also the crowd was almost completely still. I guess I can understand because it was so hot and people were waiting for hours, but it felt dead at times. I felt out of place with me bopping my head n stuff lol. 

My flash went off two times, once randomly that I fixed quickly but the other time was when I was recording Uh Oh, and I didn’t see it until halfway through the song. The only people who would’ve noticed that are the people directly in front of me...and the girls on stage. Not a big deal I think but I’m cringing now that I realize this.

I read that compared to other kpop concerts, (G)I-DLE’s hi-touch was pretty much a speedrun. Now I’m sad I didn’t get any more geuinine interactions :c

TL;DR this was the most fun I had in a looong time. Thank you Yuqi.

#rambling #gidle #concert #kpop #jesus christ i accidentally wrote an essay

[madeline-kahn]

Music in Film: Songs from heist movies

happy birthday @rogerdeakinsdp 😘

#filmedit #userel #musicinfilm #my edit #my gifs #happy birthday darling ily <3 #this is a very random selection #some i had moments/songs in mind #others i just looked for something that jumped out #and one somebody yelled at me in the notes about ;D #1k

[markresonates]

summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for something you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket to hell is your story.

pairing: ex!Jaemin x fem!reader x devil!Haechan

(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)

genre: porn w plot, angst, tiny fluff, supernatural

trope: college, house party, whodunit, not a love triangle

word count: +10.7k

a/n: for @neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust…but uh i got carried away. so. it’s not solely jaemin? super sorry about that & being late. 2nd note: this is my 3rd fav fic so i hope you like it as much as i do!

warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), lots of choking & degradation, spanking, manhandling, voyeurism, lil humiliation, exhibitionism, masturbation, restraints, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, slight dub con kind of(?), character death, blood, hard dom!Haechan, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader

“Hey, where did you put the cups?” Renjun asked.

Jisung looked up from the family-sized bag of chips that he was considering to be his lunch. “Uh… what cups?”

“Ugh, seriously? I told you to get red solo cups two days ago!”

“Renjun, don’t blame somebody with an attention disability,” Chenle defended his partner in crime. “It’s not his fault he forgets things within 12 hours!”

“Or less,” Jeno piled on from where he was decorating the chandelier in festive purple and orange streamers.

…..

An affectionate hand softly slips into yours. “Today reminds me of him, too.”

You fall out of the clouded memory from the last holiday, landing on the solid concrete floor of reality with a painful thud. That was then and this is now. You blink back the stinging tears rimming your eyes, clearing your throat to swallow the grief clogging your airway. Your empty stare flicks from the bathroom sink to the bunny leaning against the door frame, exchanging a sad smile with the only person who’s been able to carry you through the toughest period of your life.

“You didn’t have to throw a halloween party this year, y/n,” Jaemin echoes for the third time this week. His thumb traces comforting shapes into your skin.

“I know, I know. It just felt like I had to though. Like, it's a family thing and I’m in charge of it now because he’s-” You take a shaky, deep breath, suppressing the sobbing fit laying heavily on your dry tongue. “...because Jeno is gone.”

For the sake of privacy, Jaemin fully enters the bathroom and locks the door behind him. “At least Renjun volunteered to take care and host the actual party after you did all the planning, right?”

You can see compassion in his dreamy eyes, minimally putting your mind at ease. Your altruistic boyfriend always looks on the bright side of things, finding the silver lining in situations.

“Yeah, that would’ve been a nightmare.”

Someone noisily jiggles the bathroom door handle behind Jaemin, successfully ruining the intimate moment as he leans in for a kiss. “Occupied!”

“Y/n?! Are you in there?!” Renjun shouts over the pulsating party music playing on the other side of the thin wood barrier.

You groan purposefully loud enough for the mood killer to hear. “Why?!”

“Can you open the door so we can stop yelling?!”

Jaemin twists the lock and yanks the door inward impatiently. “What do you want?”

“Can you get extra chairs from the shed out back? You know the combo to the lock,” he requests in a nicer tone. “Please?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Jaemin interrogates your smaller friend.

“Yeah, can I tell you the combo so you can get them yourself?”

The substitute host releases the exhausted sigh of a retired, 80 year old man who’s sick and tired of the neighborhood kids playing in his front yard. Renjun was involuntarily cast for the role simply because he owns the most brain cells out of the friend group. Nevertheless, brains or not, he’s getting antsy wearing the actual party host pants that are 1.5x sizes too large for him.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you say, mostly out of pity for how agitated the introvert appears.

If looks could kill, Renjun’s limp body would be on the floor and Jaemin’s daggered eyes would be held liable for murder. He wanted tonight to be as bearable and stress free as possible for you because he knows what happened to Jeno makes you emotional. Taking care of trivial party chores doesn’t exactly qualify for “stress free” by his standards. “Baby, wait. Drunk college kids are perfectly capable of sitting on the floor.”

“It's not that big of a deal, really.” And certainly not big enough of a deal to kill one of your closest friends over. “I need fresh air anyways.”

“I’ll come with you then,” he says, just like you knew he would.

You open your mouth to accept his offer when an unidentified, urgent knocking at your bedroom door rips your consciousness from dream land.

…..

Another dreaded dose of reality kicks in, figuring out you’ve been alone all along. You’re propped up against your headboard, back pressed to fluffy pillows. Rather than the caring boyfriend of your dreams, your hands lay clasped together on yellowed, delicate pages of a book you mysteriously found on your bed yesterday. You assumed one of your friends left it there as a surprise to somewhat cheer you up on a painful day. The spooky novel you planned on starting tonight is sprawled across your thighs. Technically you did start it, even if only a whopping two paragraphs of Shiley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House before passing out in your solitude. Once more, your eyes comb over the first sentence you got through before passing out in your solitude:

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed (to some) to dream.”

The inception you experienced begs the question if anyone had been knocking at your door in the first place or if that was simply another mind trick. You wouldn’t be surprised if the disturbance was all in your head. There is not a single drop of alcohol in your bloodstream yet you suspect the dissociated allusions are comparable to the effects of the stinging liquid chugged downstairs. Although, the vibration in your pocket notifies you that the not so imaginary culprit is outside in the hallway, forcing you to get out of bed and check on the person interfering with your unscheduled beauty sleep.

“This better be a life or death situation for you to wake me up,” you grumble at the low budget spiderman.

“Dude, I woke you up? Seriously? I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you were actually sleeping,” Mark rambles apologetically. “I thought you were just, like, avoiding coming outside because Jaemin’s here with this other girl and they’re like basically fucking with their clothes on in the living room and you didn’t want to-”

“Wait, he’s already with another girl?”

Mark pulls his halloween mask off in a panic. “Holy shit, you didn’t know.”

“But it’s been less than a month since…” Your voice trails off halfway through the silent, heart shattering fact, as if you didn’t have enough of a reason to cry today.

“Fuck, I’m really, really so, so sorry, y/n.” The superhero has the same idea as your dream ex boyfriend did, seeking solace in your room by barging in through the sliver in which you opened the door. He locks it behind him, doing everything in his power to prevent the ex from seeing the tears that’ll likely be shed in his cursed name. “I don’t know if it matters but you’re definitely, like, hotter than she is.”

“Wow, I feel so much better now, thanks,” you deadpan.

Mark pulls you in for a hug you didn't know you needed right now. The extra padding from the costume is oddly comforting. You don’t count the exact seconds of the embrace but he holds you long enough to feel as emotionally supported as holding Jaemin’s hand for 10 seconds would feel. That support would have to suffice for the time being.

“I remember you said it’s ’cuz of guilt, right? But, um, would you ever consider getting back together? I’m almost positive he’s, like, trying to make you jealous or he wouldn’t have come.”

Honing your emotional distancing skills, you wiggle out of his artificially bulky arms. You regain your composure, smoothing out your vampire costume with your hands. Even if you suspected you wouldn’t leave your room, because of the fact that you talked about being vampires with Jeno earlier this year, it would be a crime against siblinghood to leave the costume in your closet to rot. Pulling out of Mark’s hug calls home the loneliness that settled into your own rotting skin at the end of the summer.

“What did you need earlier?” A spark of intuition coerces you to take a shot in the dark before he speaks. “Actually, wait… were you going to ask me about extra chairs?”

“Oh my GAWD! How did you know I was gonna say that?!”

How DID you know that?

“Lucky guess, maybe? I had a weird dream about chairs for some reason.”

“Damn, really? That’s shit is fucking crazy, wow.”

You weigh your options at the moment: stay in your lonely room and wallow about Jaemin replacing you so easily and freshly becoming an only child in your family, OR distract yourself with a trivial task that requires no comprehension and gets your blood pumping for a little while. “Actually, I’ll go get the chairs for you.”

Concern is instantly etched into your friend’s face as you usher him out into the hallway. “Hello no! Dude, don’t even trip, like, I got you. Just tell me the combo to the lock and I’ll go get them instead.”

“Thanks, Mark, but I think I need some fresh air right now.”

Spiderman looks conflicted about your decision but reluctantly moves out of your way. He’s right on your tail heading towards the back door and doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand when you pass by your ex on the packed living room couch.

Ever since middle school, Jeno and Jaemin had been inseparable on Halloween, often planning couples costumes that you participated in every so often. Never in a million years would you have pictured some girl you’ve never seen before on top of him, grinding on Jaemin in public, no less. But here you are. On the other hand, you never pictured a halloween without your brother either.

Life changes whether you want it to or not, and you either accept it or drown in the memories of the past, trying to relive the moments you treasured most.

Your feet take root in the amber oak wood floor, shock feeding your visceral reaction. You plant yourself smack dab in the middle of the swaying, half tipsy/half drunk costumed, college crowd.

If Jeno wasn’t around from the very start, was this what Jaemin would’ve been doing all along? Charming hot girls with a simple cheeky smile and a flirty wink to sweet talk them into his lap? Honestly, it would probably be more than just his lap.

Jaemin locks eyes with you and squeezes the girl's ass tightly, swirling her hips around and grinding down faster on his unquestionably hard erection. You imagine that when the party's over, he’ll take that girl to his car and fuck her rough, hard and dirty. Foggy green blurs over your eyes momentarily, while red heat blazes between your legs, remembering and imagining the times that he used to give it to you like when you two wanted to switch things up after having deep and passionate sex every other day. You’d chalk it up to pent up sexual frustration making you miss it like crazy. You feel like you’d do nearly anything to get fucked as good as Jaemin could fuck you but seriously doubt there’s a single person on earth who would be able to do that.

Perhaps Mark was right and the whole point of this public, explicit performance was some toxic way of trying to make you regret ending things with him. But after what you’ve seen tonight, it shouldn’t matter in the slightest. You simply wish you could feel something other than lonely, needy and stupidly jealous for the rest of the night.

Mark tugs on your vampire cape then nudges you forward. You break eye contact with your once dream boyfriend, releasing you from whatever magical spell he cast on you. Fighting the livid urge to say something to them, you bolt to the exit, sensing his enigmatic glare follow you through the sea of party goers. He had kept his eyes peeled for you the entire night. Not that you care or anything (or not that you should care.) Jaemin was trying to wind you up and you despise the fact that it is working. He spies Mark’s hand in yours through a momentary gap of college students and is swept up in a whirlwind of emotions he’d prefer to bury in the ground.

Elbowing your way through numerous sweaty bodies, you successfully reach the sliding glass door to the backyard. You put your hands on Mark’s chest, preventing him from following you out into the night. “I kind of want a moment alone, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” you promise him.

Your roommates all agreed that the backyard should be off limits during the party and you’re relieved to find that the handwritten, crooked sign that Jisung taped to the see-through door did the trick. To ensure that the door is left open a smidgen, you grab a twig near the pool and jam it in the door track.

The backyard shed houses eight folding chairs and you’re determined to fetch the whole collection. You wrangle the cobweb-clad chairs Mark requested out of the storage space and lean them up against the side until all of them are out. In order to save time, you take two chairs with each trip. You take extra care going by the pool covered in its dark red protective plastic tarp. The heavy folding chairs scrape along the cool pathway leading from the shed to the glass doors and the screeching sound of metal on cement echoes over the wooden fence of your backyard perimeter, pouring into the neighborhood’s vacant streets. It is late enough into the night that every kid who lived within a ten block radius had called it a day and gone home to binge the sugary treats they reeled in.

You reminisce about the times that you and Jeno would return from trick-or-treating as children. As soon as you dumped your halloween hauls on the kitchen table, Jeno began bargaining with you for the sweet, jelly candy pieces that he loved. You and your brother were far closer than you’d say most siblings were and didn’t fight nearly as much as others, so it was all the same to you whether he got more of the jelly candies. By the end of your fair trade off, you would be the new owner of a large chocolate ratio and it barely mattered if you liked the jelly treats too.

With six chairs down and two to go, you scoop up the remaining few and lock the shed. Pivoting around, a stranger blocking your path appears seemingly out of nowhere. “Hey, what are you doing out here? The party’s inside only.”

You look the mysterious guy up and down, pondering what his costume is supposed to be. Light illuminates half of his shadowy figure. He's sporting a black-on-black attire of thoroughly ripped jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a chic leather jacket. On his head sits a dark bucket hat, partially shielding silver dangly earrings. “Did you miss the sign that said the backyard is off limits?”

“I’ve been watching you for sometime now, y/n,” he proudly says.

“Ohhh, are you playing a stalker for halloween?” you ask. “I haven’t watched a full episode of You on netflix but I don’t think your outfit matches that one guy Joe Goldberg.”

“Today’s your lucky day.”

“Really? And why is that?” You drag the chairs around to your hip, preparing for your return once he vacates the premises.

“I'm in a pretty good mood today… so I’ve decided to give you a second chance.” The smug smile on his face makes the hairs on the back of your stand up.

“What are you talking about?” He appears amused by your soured expression. “Look, get out of my way. My boyfriend is waiting for me inside.”

“Hmm, your boyfriend… I thought you broke up with Jaemin because of your dead brother? Or are you talking about the religious one who’s been flirting with you all night?”

“How did you-? God, it doesn’t fucking matter.” Moving to push past him, he grabs your forearm, his hand searing hot and branding your skin with sweltering heat. The fiery feeling ripples through your arm like a flattened pebble skipped on the surface of a boiling pond.

He snickers as you leap back in pain, looking down at the hole that the high temperature burned through your long sleeve costume. “Oh, come on, y/n. I didn’t hurt that bad. You’re totally being overdramatic.”

You hold your hurt arm gingery. “Really? Then why don’t I brand your arm with a hot iron and we’ll see how it feels.”

He sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. Caving into your noisy complaints, he snaps his fingers, and the pain dissolves. The only remnants of its existence being a fuzzy sensation similar to your foot falling asleep, fading until it's completely gone. “So, here’s how it’s going to go, sweetheart. I’m interested in a certain story of yours about the-”

“I’m not telling you shit,” you spit out.

He pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, jerking his head disappointingly. “-most life changing night of your life”

“Go fuck yourself.” Your bold insult lures him in closer. You back up as far as you can manage before your back hits the shed door. Hitting it with a hard thud, the impact knocks the majority of the wind from your lungs and you sputter for air.

“You have no choice, princess. Either I’m finding out what I wanna know or your fate is sealed and you drown.” He gestures to the pool over his shoulder. “See that pool? You wouldn’t believe how many people trip and fall in those and then get caught under the tarps and-” The stranger gestures to his neck as if getting one’s throat slit. “You know what I mean.”

Your throat feels dry, whittling your question down to quiet words. “Who are you?”

“I’m glad you asked. It took you long enough.” The man twirls his wrist gracefully and a sleek black cane with an ivory skull handle pops out of thin air. More heart stopping than that is what was hidden under the bucket hat that he snaps away - pitch black horns peeking through his caramel hair.

“You probably know me from that old, stupid fucking holy book but my close friends call me Haechan.”

“You’re… the devil?” you guess, testing the waters.

“You know, I never really cared for that name. Something about it is just so-” He cringes and shivers like a chill went down his spine.

“What abouuttt Lucifer? Is that correct?”

His nose scrunches up disapprovingly. “Ugh, you know what? Let’s pretend to be close friends tonight, k?”

“Okay, s-sure… Haechan.”

The devil smiles, satisfied with your response and patting your head condescendingly. “Good girl! Now, where were we, hm?” Haechan raises his eyebrows like he’s encouraging you to answer.

“Uh, you had said something like my most special-”

“Life changing,” he scolds. “I said life changing.”

You nod several times. “Sorry, yeah, that’s what I meant. Life changing night of my life.”

“Corrrrect. So, any ideas what night I’m talking about?”

You roll your head back, looking to the array of stars scattered across the sparkling midnight sky for answers. The high stakes situation effectively beats your thought process with a mallet while you wrack your brain for whatever particular period he’s referring to. Coming up empty handed, you stare at your feet, and shake your head regretfully. “Can I get a hint?”

Haechan sighs almost sympathetically. “Aw, cute. You’ve buried the memory.” You wince as he grabs your jaw. Surprisingly, his action is gentle and his fingers are familiar. He raises your chin, staring into your soul when your eyes meet. “We’ll just have to fix that then.”

He taps his cane against the ground and within a blink of an eye, you’re in a new location. “Recognize this place?” he asks, turning your head to face your new surroundings in a storage closet. It’s bigger than the shed with a much taller roof, walls with cluttered shelves and floor overrun with an extensive alcohol collection, carefully packed away in large cardboard boxes and stacked wooden crates. “By the way, I should mention that the date is August 13th, 2021.”

“Then it’s… Jaemin’s birthday.” you slowly reply, studying every miniscule detail of the place like it’s the very last time you’ll ever see it.

“Where?”

“We were on my family’s boat for his party.” You stumble into the time traveler as the boat teeters from severely choppy waves.

Everyone in attendance underestimated the major storm that had rapidly rolled in that evening … at least one of you should have known that ignoring the obvious logical course of action for the sake of one silly party was a recipe for disaster.

“And what significant, life changing things happen tonight? I’ll give you a hint: there’s two of them.”

“Well, first there’s me and Jaemin… and also-” The closet door handle dips and your voice trails off.

“Yes? And?”

“And Jeno di-” You gasp in disbelief, now face-to face with your brother; although Jeno seems to stare straight through you.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, y/n,” Haechan painfully pressures you for the answer.

Your brother crouched down, carefully shuffling a few wine bottles around to fish more champagne from a cardboard box at your feet. The clinking noises of glass-on-glass paralleled your heart on the brink of shattering.

“And my brother dies today.”

Jeno made a speedy exit, accidentally slamming the door behind him and bringing you to flinch involuntarily .

“But do you remember how he died? Actually, let me rephrase that. Did you see how he died?”

“N-no,” you whisper.

“That’s okay, princess. Let's fast forward 42 minutes then. I wanna get to the main event, don’t you?” the Devil proposes. “After the cake cutting and all that other shit, what happens in here?”

“Um, Jaemin and I happen in here.”

“Care to clarify on that?”

“If you know what happens next, then why are you asking me? Why are we fucking here in the first place?!” you shout.

You know it’s risky to take out your frustration on him and you don’t want to push your luck, but at the moment you can’t hold it back, you just saw the person you buried in a hollow box that was engraved in his name months ago. How are you supposed to react to something like that?

Haechan smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Hey, don’t raise your voice at me, sweetheart,” he says smoothly. “I’m giving you a chance here.”

“A chance? For what? You already said I’m drowning in my pool so what’s the point of all this?”

He casually throws an arm over your shoulder, pretending you’ve been close friends for years like he said earlier. “I think your case is interesting… perhaps interesting enough to reverse your fate in hell. But I can’t relive human moments unless I’m with the witnesses themselves. And so that’s what we’re doing! Reliving your most interesting life moments which just happen to be on this night.”

On his last syllable, he taps his cane on the ground like the first instance of him changing time although now the reality jumps ahead to the moment where you and your present ex were in the storage closet together. It was on this night that the birthday boy had mustered up the courage to make a move on his best friend’s sister. He had been dying for a spare moment alone with you, finally ready to cut the dense, sexual tension; whereas you were looking for the toolbox containing the only pair of scissors to open his presents.

“I’m skipping to the juiciest part if that’s alright with you,” Haechan comments. Popcorn magically pops into his hands and he chews obnoxiously as the action begins. He snaps his fingers and the insufferable show commences at 9:48 p.m. on the dot.

…..

Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.

But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’t need, nor did you want, saving. And that was the problem.

You should have been doing everything in your power to remove yourself from the situation. Jaemin was your brother’s best friend. He was given explicit orders to steer clear of you; granted, that was a blanket warning for all his friends over 5 years ago and Jeno didn’t single him out, it still kind of applies, right? If anything, it would be worse to find Jaemin in violation of his wishes than the others. There was no question about whether Jeno would be angrier if he was the one to lay a single finger on you. But right then, as his eyes slowly fell to your lips, every ounce of your willpower plummeted to the ocean floor below the storage closet on the boat.

To hell with Jeno’s stupid ultimatum. Just give into lust already.

…

“Damn, you ‘eally thought tha’? Wha’ uh coincidence you said ‘ell, righ’?” Haechan mumbles, munching on a huge bite of buttery popcorn while the memory plays out. You’re aware that he's trying to provoke you but just because you’re aware of his intentions, doesn’t mean you can stop yourself from falling for the bait.

…

“Jaemin… ” you whispered just as his hand slid up the base of your neck and guided your mouth to meet his. You mindlessly reached up to the dusty shelf overhead and placed the long, metal scissors next to the toolbox you found them in. You couldn’t care less about opening the birthday boy’s presents at this point. Your core tightly clenched around nothing as the familiar fluttering kindles the insatiable heat that you had been feeling around him for years.

Jaemin was like cotton candy- when it first meets your lips, it’s flavorless. It takes a second to sink in that what you’re tasting is more than just fluff. It's real and never in your entire life have you tasted something so sweet. He kissed you tenderly for what felt like an eternity before his mouth grew greedy for more. You threw your arms around his neck when his hands dropped to grip your hips.

“Baby, I’ve waited so long for this,” he spilled shamelessly against your lips.

In the heat of the moment, he lifted you up to sit on a tall crate nearest to the door. Your party dress rode up as he slotted himself between your thighs. You parted your lips for his eager tongue to slip inside, moaning into his mouth. Feeling his hard-on rub against your panties brought the new exposure to your attention. If he wasn’t wearing pants himself, you’re sure he would have felt the sticky slick seeping through them.

You pulled out of the kiss with a worried expression on your face. “Jaemin, wait. I’m going to stain your pants.”

He looked down to where a small wet patch had formed over his crotch and quietly laughed. “Aw, baby...” His hands roamed down to squeeze your mid-thighs. Hauling your body to the very edge, he kneeled to place a single kiss over the flimsy, damp material. You twitched at the slightest pressure, aching to be touched by Jaemin in that very spot. The cherried smile on his lips fell as he stood back up. He leaned in real close to you with a wild look in his eyes “… I don’t fucking care.”

When Jaemin’s mouth crashed into yours, it was like cotton candy all over again.

This is happening, you thought.

Your brother and his friends could be standing directly outside the door and this is happening. You didn’t even consider the fact that he was going to have to go out there and rejoin the celebration in his name wearing the same pants printed with your cum. In your defense though, he was the reason you were wet in the first place, so whose fault was it really?

Jaemin hooked a finger under the waistband of your pesky article of clothing. “Can I-”

“Yes, please,” you answered breathlessly.

…

Haechan nudges your side when he notices you cover your eyes. “Hey, come on! Move your hands, sweetheart. You’re missing all the action!”

…

“Hmm, so needy.” You drew in a sudden breath of air when his fingers rimmed your entrance, slipping inside you five seconds later and curling up to massage your buzzing spot. “I didn’t picture you’d be so needy for me.”

“What did you p-picture doing to me?”

“Baby, I pictured myself doing everything to you. Things like this-” Jaemin’s mouth connected with your clit, providing your body with that tight sensation that made your toes curl. His free hand tugged the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts; Jaemin went back and forth between tweaking your nipples and kneading your chest aggressively.

…

Your hands don’t budge, remaining on your eyes despite Haechan’s order. The blatant defiance leads him to dismiss his magical popcorn with the wave of a hand. He loops his cane around you, dragging you back to meet his front side, and securing your body to his. You instinctively grab the cane caging you in, both hands clasped over his.

To be clear, Haechan didn’t mean for it to happen like this. Admittedly, he did imagine you naked, tied up and powerless the first time he saw you last week but he had no intention to act on it. He contemplated whether taking you home, fastening you to his special wall, and using an endless amount of toys on you would be unprofessional; but then it hit him… he’s the devil. To think any rules or mandates can hold him back is laughable.

Besides, he had been hearing your thoughts all night: you’d “do nearly anything to get fucked as good as Jaemin could fuck you but seriously doubt there’s a single person on earth who would be able to do that.”

And maybe you’re probably right; maybe there truly isn’t a single person on earth who could make you feel as good as Jaemin; but lucky for you, that statement doesn’t exactly apply to Haechan. Plus he can’t put his incessant competitiveness to rest at the moment; all he wants to do is prove to you he can fuck you better than Jaemin ever could in his dreams; and that’s exactly what he plans on doing.

For some reason, you didn’t think it was possible for someone like Haechan to have the capacity for arousal. Your mind goes blank for a handful of moments finding that your rationale regarding the devil falls short. Feeling his stiff erection pressing against your ass, your eyes flutter closed. It immediately occurs to you that you’ve never been with someone as large as Haechan. You hum, turned on by his size and sexually deprived for weeks now.

“Feels good, huh?” the Devil tempts.

“Yesss,” you hiss, heat vibrating through your body.

You don’t know how to describe it. There’s no other explanation than it’s simply another compulsive rush of hysterical lust flooding your bloodstream. The lust you felt with Jaemin grew stronger overtime; but the glowing yearning with your ex was distinctly different from the nearly instant lust you possessed for the fallen angel. There’s a possibility that it’s because you used to have sex with Jaemin all the time and since the break up, you haven’t been filled, but you want Haechan so badly that it almost hurts. Throwing all caution to the wind and ignoring hundreds upon hundreds of red flags waving before your eyes, you give into the striking lust for a second time.

Lolling your head to the side, you give Haechan’s tongue access to your neck. He licks a strip up your neck, anchoring his mouth to the spot below your ear. Grinding against Haechan and focusing on the present-time arousal is distracting enough to miss the hot moments that led up to Jaemin’s first thrust into your opening. The buzzing captivates every ounce of your consciousness at the moment.

“H-haechan,” you call out as he repeats some of the same actions Jaemin did to your body over the summer. His fingers slipping in the front of your pants and diving straight into your wetness. He sets his cane on another box and spins you around, ripping the costume cape off your neck with plans to bend you over another stack of steady, wooden crates piled as tall as your waist. You undue the front button of your jeans and the zipper for him to easily shimmy your pants and panties halfway down your legs. Haechan has to help you unhook the thin threads of your long sleeved shirt that get snagged on your earring as you try to wrangle it over your head. You lay your shirt down on the wooden surface under your chest and bend over as soon as possible, folding your arms under your head and perking your ass up.

“Look at this little slut we have here,” Haechan snickers after your hurried undressing. “Jaemin’s right, you really are needy.”

You whine in protest. “I’m not a slut.”

Haechan gets on his knees for a closer look at your slit. “Y/n, you’re so wet, you’re dripping on your pants. Don’t you feel that?” You twitch when his fingertips part your wet folds. This time you do feel arousal leak out of you and trickle below just like he said. He blows cool air on your exposed parts, making you quiver. Doing it again, he takes a mental snapshot of your core pinching together compulsively as more sticky cum is squeezed out from your opening. “Seriously, you’re making such a mess, y/n. What a fucking whore.”

Haechan doesn’t spare a second to hear your weak objection before his mouth is slurping your juices. Eating you out savagely, his hands remained where they were, holding your lips wide open. You twist your neck to the side, bearing retrospective witness to Jaemin roughly pounding into you two feet away. Surveying the sex act from a different perspective is satisfying in an entirely different way than the one you had months ago. He’s holding you underneath him basically within an arm's length away. It’s probably in your imagination but seeing it happen like this has you feeling nearly twice the amount of pleasure with the devil tongue fucking you simultaneously as your ex boyfriend pleasured you too.

Come to think of it, it’s difficult to grapple with the reality of this situation and whether this whole thing is in your mind or not. What if this is another part of the crazy dream/flashback inception from earlier?

It’s an outlandish scenario for the Devil to show up on halloween, threaten your life, transport you to not only a different place on earth but a different place in time, watch you and Jaemin fuck and then get you naked. There’s also a strong likelihood you and Haechan will do the same exact dirty deed as is demonstrated next to you.

There’s no way on earth this is real.

The owner of the expert tongue petting your folds stops what he’s doing and gets to his feet. “Oh, baby, it’s real alright,” he says, reading your mind. He stands right side up and steps in front of your line of sight, partially blocking the show. “But even if this isn’t real… don’t you want to do the ‘same exact dirty deed’ with me? Yes or No.”

“I- yes. I want it with you,” you confirm with certainty. You lift your chest off of the crate to turn around and face him. Your jeans are still only lowered to your knees and you have to waddle a bit to fully make the rotation.

Haechan grabs your jaw and licks along your bottom lip. “That’s what I thought, slut,” he whispers sinisterly.

He smashes your lips together with haste like he’s the one in a hurry now, wasting no time to penetrate the seam of your lips. Whereas Jaemin was cotton candy, you consider Haechan to be sour candy pop rocks. If you had to put it into words how his kisses felt, you would say your mouth is fizzing with tiny, thrilling electric shocks radiating from your jaw to your fingertips. If by chance fireworks had a flavor, that’s what Haechan would taste like.

His hand slips down from your jaw to your throat, mildly choking you before going all out like he intends to do to your body. “You think you can take all of me, y/n?”

“I can take it, I know I can take it,” your lust compels you to cry without a second thought. You cling onto the black front flaps of his leather jacket desperately. “Haechan, please.”

“If you say so, sweetheart.” He snaps his fingers and both of your bodies are instantly naked; not only that, but your hands are handcuffed behind your back. Haechan’s hand pushes you flat to the crate, bending you over again for his personal use. He swipes his fingers straight through your slit one time, collecting some of your dripping cum in his hand, and jerking himself off for a moment. His slick cock prods your opening, forcing you to take deep breaths in preparation for the stinging stretch you know is coming. “Remember you asked for this.”

You nod timidly before he pushes his thick cock inside you. Haechan is so much bigger than Jaemin but he takes you at an unexpectedly slower pace than you imagined someone as demonic like him would treat you to. He licks his lips hearing you whimper as he plunges deeper, reaching spots inside you that have never been touched by any man or sex toy of yours in reality. You snivel, feeling fortunate enough to have worn waterproof mascara tonight when a few tears trail down your cheeks from the throbbing pain of your walls spreading wider.

“Aww, you’re doing so well, baby,” Haechan coos, petting your head. “Giving me such pretty tears too.”

You’re on the brink of fully taking his cock inside you when he gets stuck and can’t push any further into your tightness. He stills, patiently waiting for you to accommodate his size. Drastically uncharacteristic of him, he opts to treat you delicately before blowing your mind. He’ll make you suffer with the utmost devastating alternative very soon. In the meantime, you two watch your past self moaning out Jaemin’s name while he repeatedly pumped his whole length inside you with much greater ease.

…

“I thought about this all night, y/n,” Jaemin huffed. “And after we cut my cake, I watched you lick up your fork for the remainder of the frosting on your plate over and over again.”

“Hah, J-Jaemin, I did that on purpose. I knew you were staring at me. You didn’t exactly try to hide it,” you teased, biting your bottom lip.

He dug his fingers into the sides of your lower thighs. “How long have you known? How long have you known I wanted you?”

“I think it was t-two weeks after we met,” you panted. “I’m seriously surprised J-Jeno didn’t notice you basically undressing me with your eyes all the fucking time.”

He lifted your legs up higher, incredibly improving the angle in which he was pummeling into you. “You know what? I’m glad you knew.” Looking down at your face with a dark expression that cranked up the tense, contracting muscles inside your core. “What about me jerking off to you every night, huh? Did you play with yourself and picture me fucking you and making you come all night?”

“Yesss,” you struggled to moan as he started rubbing your clit. “I thought about it every night.” You were close to your climax by that point. All you needed was another minute of Jaemin fucking you as hard as he possibly could before you’d burst back then.

…

Considering how large Haechan is, the biting pain of nearly being stuffed full subsides fairly quickly. “Keep… going,” you wheeze over a minute later, eager for the rest of him to push past your aching opening. “I can take it, I promise.”

“I know you can, sweetie,” the Devil remarks in a sweet tone, calmly rubbing your ass a handful of times. He rips a sharp cry from your throat when he harshly smacks your unsuspecting skin. “I know you can.”

He sinks his cock inside you in one swift motion. Haechan’s jaw rarely drops, perhaps being witness to an event that warrants such amazement every half millennia or so. But watching your throbbing, tight hole fully swallow his big cock is one of those special exceptions. His pelvis presses into your ass and he takes a moment to savor the feeling of being completely snug inside you. The stinging pain forces you whimper, but the involuntary response is mostly derived from pleasure rather than pain. He fills you up like you’ve never been filled before, hitting your deepest, most sensitive spots easily.

Your eyes flick to where Jaemin’s cock was disappearing inside you in August, fixating on your past self’s climax and how her face scrunched up.

“I remember how good that felt,” you breathe out. You see her scramble off the box once she came down from the hazy high that your ex had caused and get on her knees. You had opened your mouth, taking his cock past your swollen lips and hummed around the base. Jaemin chewed on the inside of his cheek as you readily invited him down your throat.

Actually, come to think of it, you draw a blank reflecting on how Jaemin looked when he came back then. You spend a majority of your brain power on trying to remember what happened next after the show instead of getting fucked nice and deep like you should be.

What little was left of Haechan’s soft side bows out for the night. You squeal as he wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you flat against his warm chest out of nowhere. While your worn out, trembling body has developed a shear layer of sweat, his honey skin is perfectly dry. He snaps his fingers, stopping time on the summer memory.

Haechan slowly slides out of you only to ram his large cock back inside. “Pay attention to me and me only, got it?” he sternly orders.

There’s something about his strict tone that turns you on even more and you can feel yourself growing wetter. It's another one of those unexplainable sensations to add to the list of many others from tonight. “I’m- I’m all yours,” you sob.

“All mine? Ha, I like the sound of that,” he huffs cockily.

His rhythm mirrors that of the first powerful one, nice and steady at the start. Every snap of his hips has a forceful drive behind them, extracting strained noises from your gaping mouth. Haechan snakes one hand around your neck, clamping onto the sides of your throat and yanking you back like he did two minutes ago while his other hand tightly grips your waist.

He diligently defiles and chokes you like this for dozens of moments before checking on what you can really handle. “How you feeling, baby? Too much for you to handle?”

“No, it-it’s perfect,” you wheeze. “Haechan, you’re perfect.”

“I’d say this pretty little pussy of yours is perfect too.” He releases your throat and you gasp, filling your lungs with a greater quantity of oxygen than what you had been forced to get by with. You’re slightly disappointed that he let go of your throat because, to your surprise, you like being choked by Haechan. You earn another harsh blow to your ass when you don’t respond to the compliment. “This is where you’re supposed to say thank you to me, you whore.”

“T-thank you, Haechan,” you manage to reply.

“What a very good girl you are, y/n.” Another slightly lighter spank lands on your stinging skin. “And you’re so welcome.”

Abandoning the steady, slower pace for something more his style, he runs his hands up your back and secures them to your shoulders. He clutches your skin so hard that you might believe he has talons. Haechan uses your shoulders as leverage to control how fast he pummels into you, rocking in and out of your melting entrance skillfully.

10% of your mind is ponders several questions about this supposedly “present” affair happening at the moment:

Assuming he is the devil, you wonder what practice he has with this sort of thing. Being that he’s obviously thoroughly experienced and a clearly a master of his sexual craft, how often does he fuck mortals?

of every mortal who has undoubtedly sinned, why you?

and last but certainly not least, why do you like this so much? Is it the exciting oddity in relation to seeing Jaemin and you of the past, the desperate persistent sexual frustration from being deprived of daily sex like before, or the extremity of Haechan defiling you?

No matter what you’re thinking, the devil can easily fish any thought out of yours out of your mind. “I answered that second question already, y/n. Did you hit your head and forget already?” he torments you, running his hands down your arched back, anchoring them to your love handles instead. “Firstly, of all my trips to earth, something like this happens maybe once in a thousand blue moons.”

“Something like this?” you ask. You’re hyper aware now that he can read your mind but your curiosity urges you to forsake the limited supply of air in your burning lungs for answers.

“Something likkkee giving it to a mortal, you know? Rough and hard and dirty. I like it like that.”

“God, but you’re just so fucking good at-”

“Argh… he - has - nothing - to - do - with - this, you fucking slut.” The rapacious individual slams into your center with brutal force between each pointed word of his.

“I’m s-sorry,” you babble.

Haechan wraps his hands around your torso again; this time aggressively squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples for a few moments. “It’s okay, baby, I forgive you.”

He sinks himself into you, holding your body down and completely dominating you in every way for an immeasurable period. He snaps his fingers, making the handcuffs vanish. Sensing the pressure building within your body, he determines that this is the ideal time to pull out of your buzzing core.

You whine, feeling empty and rejected. “Why did you- AH!” Haechan hastily grabs your body, spinning you around and lifting you up by your thighs onto the crate. Your legs are spread similarly to your past self’s legs were but this crate is pressed to a wall, giving you a surface to lean on behind you.

“Sweetheart, I wanna see your face when I make you come,” he says in a spine chilling, lustful voice. Giving you no time for a response, the devil winds his arms under your thighs, prying your legs apart more and buries his cock inside you recklessly. “You like it when I choke you, right sweetheart?”

You only nod twice before his hand is wrapped around your throat again. He secures you to the wall behind you, almost like the thud against the shed you did to yourself earlier in the night but now there’s a different reason your lungs are strained for air. He squeezes the sides of your throat tightly, smirking when you hum in pleasure from not only being filled up repeatedly by Haechan but also being choked against the wall just as you craved. “You like that, you dirty whore? Like it when I squeeze and choke you real hard?”

“Yes,” you rasp, barely nodding your head.

Haechan heaves your legs higher over his shoulders, happy to indulge your desires and snickering at your wasted expression. “Ha, if only you could see your face now, it’s adorable.”

Pumping in and out of you, he beats your g spot with a hard rushing pressure that goes directly to your throbbing core. You’re a goner once his fingers begin to circle your clit aggressively, the tense sensation edging your body closer to swirling down the drain to climax.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he teases, knowing your answer from the choked pleasured moans that vibrate in your throat, your glowing facial expressions, the way your body twitches, and being able to read your thoughts. The devil just wanted to hear the tremor in your voice.

“Mhmm, y-yeah,” you whimper.

You feel the inner, pinching tingles trickle through your muscles, up your legs over his shoulders, to the tips of your fingers that are holding on for dear life to the edge of the crate for stability while Haechan vigorously stretches your walls, and up your spine to your head that is currently pressed against the storage closet wall. The intense aching that ties knots deep inside your core, winding up with an exhilaration that you’ve never experienced prior to this moment. You wish you could suppress it though; it’s a pipedream but you fantasize about holding out as long as he can.

“Sweetheart, just come for me already, I know you want to,” Haechan tempts you with glossy, twisted eyes, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and rapidly stimulating your clit. “Nothing would make me happier than to see you come on cock right now… Don’t you want to make me happy?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the white hot flash shoots through your spasming body, engulfed in raging pressure that makes you feel like you’re levitating. Haechan accelerates his stimulation through your climax to elongate the euphoric high. Clenching around Haechan’s cock tightly coaxes a low moan from his pink parted lips, the satisfaction in his capabilities turning him on even more. He releases your throat and switches gears, focusing on his own climax next.

With tremendous stamina, he roughly fucks you for what feels like hours and you take everything he gives you graciously. A minute away from coming inside you, he groans, “Baby, you were so perfect to use for the night. And who knows… maybe, sometime in the future, we can do it all over again.”

Your mind is too far away to process his comment, drifting off into the hazy clouds and transcending reality out of pleasure. The feeling compels your senses to fade into thin air. Your eyes flutter closed, on the brink of letting life slip away entirely.

Haechan roughly spanks your thigh to grab your attention, snatching your consciousness away from crossing the line and giving up control of your body. “No blacking out on me, you got it? Baby, you’re gonna feel every single second of me filling up your pretty cunt with my cum right now.”

“I got it,” you sob, feeling Haechan’s cum unload inside you. When he pulls out you try to hold it in tightly but it dribbles to the floor regardless of your efforts. You slide off the crate and slump to the floor, breathing heavily and seeing stars swirling around the room. Your fingertips gingerly touch your puffy slit, triggering your body to twitch.

“So… did you have fun, yn?”

You nod lazily. Haechan spends a few wordless minutes with you on the ground before snapping his fingers again, making you both fully clothed like nothing happened. “I hope you like my cum inside you, yn, because you’re stuck with it for now.” He’s right, you can feel it leaking through your panties and into the material of your pants already. Helping you up, he pecks your lips with a cheeky smile. “I’m glad we both got what we wanted.”

“Which is?” you question skeptically.

“Am I wrong in thinking that you wanted to be fucked better than Jaemin ever could?”

You bite your lip, mentally acknowledging the truth in his assumption.

“Exactly,” he continues, avoiding eye contact with you. “But, sadly, it’s time for us to move on to the main main event.”

The earth-shattering affliction kicked off at the top of the hour. To his surprise, the demonic anthropologist feels relatively sorry for you. But no amount of emotions will alter his course. Haechan has a job to do. He is the devil, afterall. He snaps his finger to the moment Jeno busted in on you and Jaemin.

You were on your knees, giving Jaemin the best head of his life, while he was on the verge of shooting his cum down your throat. You and him jumped up, rushing to cover up and get decent in front of him. Jeno’s angry eyes burned holes in your now ex boyfriend, his eyes not leaving Jaemin’s face for a single second before his emotions boiled over.

It wasn’t even so much that you and Jaemin had gotten together. It was that Jaemin did it behind his back, trying to hide it. Jeno isn’t dumb. He noticed the way Jaemin had been looking at you for the longest time and was waiting for the day when Jaemin finally brought it up. He wasn’t trying to be your walking-talking chastity belt necessarily, he just wanted there to be transparency in your friend group, especially between the two people that meant the most to him. He didn’t mean for things to get so messy. All he wanted in the first place was honesty.

…..

“Argh! You were my fucking-” Jeno threw a punch at Jaemin, chipping his eye with a vengeful fist. “-best friend.” The ferocious blow knocked him into the box. Jaemin’s body slid to the floor, deep violet bubbling to the surface around his eye.

As the boat rode over a massive wave, the metal, industrial grade scissors you had set on the shelf next to the tool box clattered on the floor. You lept into action crouching by his side and snatching the potential weapon that had been a mere centimeter away from impaling Jaemin’s hand.

You whipped around to verbally berate Jeno’s violent retaliation, and it was at this very second that Jeno launched himself at the injured person he once called his best friend.

Instead of an exchange of angry words you planned, the sharp scissors sliced through your brother’s skin and into his gut. Jeno sank to his knees before crumbling to the ground. Within the drop of a hat, seething red splotches were staining the fabric over his stomach.

…..

You choke on a sob much like your brother did when he tore the long tool out from his body, yours being of a higher pitch and his with a greater degree of pain.

…..

Jaemin grabbed the shirt he was wearing before you threw it on the ground. The med student rolled Jeno onto his back, using it as a compress over the stab wound while you uselessly sat there in horror. Looking to you frantically, he jerked his head to the makeshift towel. “Get over here, y/n! Keep pressure right there and I’ll go get help and the first aid kit!”

You crawled over to takeover the roll Jaemin was better at. He was out the door and down the hall by the time it occurred to you that he should’ve stayed behind instead. Maybe he knew that you wouldn’t be able to stand on two feet and made the split second decision based on your obvious incapability. Either that or he had terrible judgement in trusting you to be helpful with essentially every task imaginable.

…..

There has never been a time in which you’ve seen so much blood.

“Wait a minute, y/n, you know that’s not true. You’re watching you watching this much blood because you stabbed your brother,” Haechan points out in a grim tone. “Stop lying to yourself… lying is a sin, remember?”

You wish that the damp shirt in your hands was soaked in red wine as if you had spilled the expensive bottle by Jeno’s head and made a simple mistake. But no amount of wishing could rectify your fatal mistake and in the eyes of the universe, the price of taking your own brother’s life must be paid in blood, whether it be deliberate or not.

…..

Sorrow and betrayal lingered in Jeno’s eyes. The light within them, flickering and fighting for life, glossed over into an empty darkness. You look on with the heaviest of hearts as he succumbed to the accidental injury of your doing. Taking Jeno into your arms was the exact beat the storm’s crescendo struck its cord, tipping your family’s vessel over into the ocean. The tool box fell off the shelf from above and hit your head, knocking you unconscious. You see a similar pool of blood flow from your head as well.

…..

“No…no… no!” you scream as the storage closet filled with water. You knew the boat capsized that night but it hits you that not remembering what led up to it wasn’t your mind coping with a traumatic event by burying it in your mind. And you wish you could forget the ultimate bloody truth permanently.

The phoney funeral etiquette you put on months ago felt wrong at the time and you couldn’t figure out why. You had talked it over with Jaemin a handful of times, desperately trying to convey that the feeling in your gut was worse than survivors' guilt he carried. Of course, Jaemin knew why you felt that way, but he swore on his own life that he wouldn’t reveal the truth to you. In his eyes, it was a blessing from above that you were hit with that toolbox but the downside of your ignorance was that you didn’t know the weight he carried on his shoulders. To inherit the role of protector only for you to break up with him hurt in a way that Jaemin couldn’t put into words.

The poor judgement skills of drunkenness are the sole reason he was hooking up with that girl tonight. Yet inebriated or not, he would still carry the weight because he pledged to take the secret to his grave, shielding you from the paralyzing emotions compartmentalized in your mind. He never dreamed that it would be so devastating though.

It’s a murderous, grim guilt that seeped into your skin while the boat sank speedily, the feeling of the murky ocean water polluted by Jeno’s blood, engulfing the cabin and turning your skin pruney. You watch Jaemin swim in at the very last second, saving your incapacitated body from drowning within the nick of time before you were dragged down with the sinking vessel just as your brother’s dead body was.

The Devil sternly taps his cane against the floated floor twice, at last returning you to the lonely backyard. Every detail, down to the dew drops clinging to their respective yellowed blades of grass on the lawn, is exactly how you left it. The few chairs that have yet to be transported down the cold cement are propped up against the shed. The muffled, thumping music of the halloween party can still be heard playing through the concrete and plaster walls. The neighborhood streets, corresponding sidewalks and front porches once bustling with rowdy trick or treaters much earlier in the evening are vacant.

He knows from past experience that you’re too stunned by the revelation to comprehend any conversation. The hungry guilt he sadly awakened within you had an appetite for self loathing and it would indeed be fed against your will.

“So… do you think you deserve to go to hell?” he questions after gifting you with 10 solid minutes to collect your scattered thoughts.

“t-this can’t be true… I would never-”

“Then what do you think happened, hm? Explain to me what went down that night and what happened after Jaemin fucked you?” he inserted softly.

In a perfect world, you would know how to answer the devil. You would know how to advocate for your past self, authoring the most scrupulous and incontestable defense the world has ever known. It would be persuasive enough to get you off the hook and wipe your afterlife record clean of the bloody crime you may or may not have committed months ago. But this isn’t a perfect world. And the only sound in your mind is a constant offkey note playing over the blaring white noise of uncertainty, almost like a lost locomotive whistle, driving your train of thought into the ground.

“y/n?” he repeats, waving a hand in front of your face.

“If I was the one who killed Jeno, I would-” You clear your throat and stand up as straight as you can manage, hoping to appear collected and stable. “-I wouldn’t deserve to go to hell. Even if I killed-”

Haechan slips his hand into yours and squeezes it. “There’s no ‘if’ here, y/n. Please, just accept it.”

You swallow thickly as the waterworks creep up on you. “I k-killed Jeno but I didn’t mean to. Never in a million years would I have wanted to hurt him. I loved him so fucking much and… honestly, I feel like a part of me died when he died.”

Haechan’s neck rolls back, looking to the glittering stars much like you did before, deep in thought about your fate. “Is that good enough? Am I still going to hell?”

His captivating eyes hold yours hostage. “I don’t know what to tell you, y/n. It wouldn’t be fair to take into consideration what we did together. And after everything I’ve seen tonight about what really happened in your life, well… you gave into lust with Jaemin and you killed Jeno.” Haechan caresses your cheek. You tuck your lips together, pinching your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to put a cap on the never ending supply of devastated tears streaming down your face. “I’m sorry for all this. I truly believe you when you say you never wanted to hurt your brother…” The devil pauses, gently wiping away a few of your tears with his thumb. “... but it doesn’t matter.”

“Why? Why doesn’t it matter?” you ask. Your weak voice cracks in between the heartbroken words that spill from your mouth.

“Sweetheart, blood is thicker than water, and actions speak louder than words… and what you did was loud enough to call me here.” Haechan lets out a heavy, sympathetic sigh as the shadow of his own guilt is threaded throughout his tone. “And that’s the reason you drowned with your brother that night.”

Within the blink of an eye, Haechan is gone, disappearing into the dark night with which he came from. You look down at your hands and scream, seeing your pruney skin covered in blood. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to rationalize this situation.

If this was all a dream you would have woken up by now, right? So you’re not dreaming. And if this was hell, why would you be back at the party? Exactly, so you’re not in hell. Hell wouldn’t be a halloween party, obviously.

The blood is an allusion to torment you, just like the cum seeping from your panties and dripping down the inside of your thighs is imaginary too. It's all an allusion.

And Haechan must have said you drowned to mess with your head. Just a simple little prank from him. That was the punishment you got and nothing more. You wipe off whatever wet liquid might be on your hands on your cape, still keeping your eyes closed just in case your hands were red with guilt that you weren't ready to acknowledge just yet.

It’s fine. It’s perfectly fine. It’s more than perfectly fine. Nothing in the history of anything, even in a perfect world, has ever been more fine.

Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, someday you’ll believe it. Because serenity is a delicacy you can’t afford if you owe your life to the Devil.

That is, if you’re even alive anymore…

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(highly recommend The Haunting of Hill House btw!! both the netflix show and the novel!)

okay time to address the elephant in the room: my collab slot was for jaemin but somehow, in the middle of drafting up the plot, haechan got involved bc i didn’t want jaemin to be the devil ?? idk idk. the only explanation i have for you is that i have a severe case of sunfloweritus…

thank you for reading !! and i really hope you didn’t see the twist ending!

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