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badwithten · 1 year

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Blood Thirsty | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING vampire!Bangchan x fem!reader

GENRE horror

WORD COUNT 2.5k

WARNINGS blood, violence (kinda, chan bites y/n neck lol), mentions of nudity, suggestive but no smut

SYNOPSIS It was your first Christmas with Chan and things were looking good. You had recently moved into an apartment with him, organised a Christmas dinner for all the members and had mistletoe hanging round every corner (any excuse to give him a kiss). But as Christmas gets closer, something about Chan seems off. His skin is cold and he won’t stop looking at you like a starved man who's just seen food for the first time.

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Chan was always a hard worker. Whether it was school when he was younger, the success of Stray Kids or his own self-improvement, there was constantly something he was working towards and he wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal. This meant you often spent nights alone waiting for him to come back from the studio. Although all was forgiven when you woke up to him holding onto you, head buried into your chest finding comfort in your warmth. You’d leave him sleeping, enjoying his company that you often didn't get much of due to his busy schedule. But recently you had been waking to an empty cold bed.

Every now and again you would wake up by yourself. Either Chan was busy on schedule, staying in some faraway hotel or you'd wake with your phone blown up with apology texts about how he's staying in the studio tonight. Although you missed him during these times, you knew it wouldn't be long till you saw him again.

Things had been different the last month, instead of this only happening every couple of weeks, it happened every couple of days. He’d disappear with no explanation, but you could tell when it was coming. He would become very attentive to your every need, smothering you with love, cooking you meals and buying you gifts. It’s not that you didn't appreciate it, but it bought you sadness knowing what would come next. While he was caring for your needs, he would ignore his own, and refuse care from you. Soon he would become pale, his face losing any light it ever had. Instead replaced by the grey from under his eyes. His late nights at the studio would turn into early morning arrivals. Trying to sneak back into bed unnoticed but failing. Soon there would be no arrivals, just countless days without seeing him. He wasn't ignoring you, he'd still respond to your every text and call. But he refused to come home. Then when he did arrive it was like he was reborn, he was so full of energy and life, it was hard to believe it was the same Chan that left only days earlier. And then the cycle would begin again, his needs ignored while he treated you like a goddess.

You trusted Chan very much, his love was rooted deep in your soul and you know he would never do anything purposely to rip it out. But when you contacted the members and discovered he wasn't disappearing to the dorms or the studios on his days away from home you grew worried. Maybe he was cheating? Maybe he had gone full Walter White, creating something more than music. Whatever it was, you weren't happy with him. Yet he always managed to avoid your questions, moving the conversation away from him and pampering you like he always did. But with the holiday season coming up, you refused to spend this time of the year alone.

“Hey my darling” His voice, although surprising, was very welcome. You look over the back of the couch where you sat, book in your lap. Chan was just coming home after his few days out, wearing the same clothes as last you saw him despite seeming clean and well groomed. He dumped his stuff at the door and made his way over to you. First catching your face in a kiss, he practically moaned into your mouth, the wet kiss making up for any anger you had built up for him. His arms came down over your shoulders and he pulled away, head resting on your neck where he continued to place hard kisses. “I missed you”

“Me too” Your hands held tightly against his forearms, scared to let you, afraid he will slip away into the unknown if you let him out of sight. After a long moment of holding each other, Chan stands, stretching out his back and going to attend to the mess he left at the door.

“Chris?” Hearing his birth name spoken catches him off guard, his lips pursing and eyes growing large in curiosity. “Can I talk to you? Please?”

“Yeah of course” He once again leaves his bag at the door, joining you on the couch where he folds up his legs and takes your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“You’ve been out so much lately and” He opens his mouth to defend himself but you hold up a hand, telling him to just listen. “And I’m trying to trust you and I’m trying to have faith. But it's getting really hard being here alone Chris. I mean this is our first home together and I spend all my time here by myself.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I don’t mean to be this way, I just get so caught up in life” He looks truly sympathetic, but he always does and nothing ever changes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

“Yeah, that's my next point” You chew at your lip nervously, knowing he's either going to brush this off with some half-assed excuse or tell you he’ll stay before leaving in a couple of days. “I want you here, no, I need you here for the holidays. I can’t stand being alone anymore and I understand you're busy. But all I’m asking for is December with no disappearances. Please”

“I’m not disappearing Y/N, I’m just work-”

“You know what I mean, please Chan, for me?” He melted under your touch, your voice soothing him after a day of stress. How could he say no to you?

“This is nice” The soft bubbles that held you didn't compare to the feeling of him completely holding you in the almost too-hot water. It was a scene out of a movie, you and your lover sat together in a bath, candles lit and a strawberry-scented bubble mixture covering your bodies. It was intimate, but not sexual. Both of you were exhausted and just needed the familiar touch of each other to ground yourselves. Your head sat against his shoulder, it allowed you a view of his face. He was at peace, a rare sight you needed to take in despite the ever-growing weight against your eyelids.

All he could do is a hum in response, the small weight you felt against your conscience was something he bore against his whole body. Yet you must've slipped away first, waking up wrapped in your rob and placed in bed. Next to you, he lay, body rising and falling with each deep breath.

You pull yourself away from the comfort of the bed and to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and getting properly ready for bed. Starting with caring for your hair, then your skin and finally brushing away the grim of your teeth. When you return to the bedroom, you see Chan sitting up, fluffy hair a mess and skin puffy. He reaches out to you like a child. “You left me all alone over here”

“I’m not that afraid you're gonna leave” You smile down at him, sitting on his side of the bed and falling into his arms. He places a kiss on your temple, squeezing you against him. It seems that he's more afraid of himself leaving than you are.

Your few days of grace are up. Despite spending every hour of the last few days by your side, he is once again exhausted. He goes to bed before you yet wakes up later. The more sleep he gets, the less he does, and the deeper the bags under his eyes grow. By the time you’re finished in the shower, he's tucked into bed, sleeping tight. Your nighttime routine takes longer than it normally would. You take in every part of him, knowing that tomorrow you’ll wake up and he’ll be gone.

He always is.

You have no alarm set for your day off, letting your natural clock and sun wake you. You roll over, finding comfort in Chan's arms, he notices your presence in his sleep and pulls you closer. You lay there for a moment, happy, but soon something else spikes in your stomach. You sit up and rub your eyes, in doing so waking us Chan. “You’re here?”

“What?” Barely any sound leaves him, with only one eye partly open.

“I thought you'd be gone” You laugh, disappointed in yourself that you doubted him. “But you’re here”

“Hmm” He still can’t process what you're saying, rolling his tongue in his mouth and falling back into a deep sleep. You usually tell him off for sleeping in so late, but this morning you joined him. He was still with you.

You weren't asleep for long when you woke, the feeling of eyes over your body pulling you back to the land of the living.

“Hey” You smile up at him, catching him in the act, but he's shameless, continuing to stare you down.

“Morning” He reaches down and kisses your forehead, before moving to your lips, tasting the permanent stain of your favourite lip balm as well as your morning breath. “Sleep well?” He leans back into his pillow, coughing slightly as his voice adjusts.

“The best” You cuddle further into his bare chest, fingers running up and down his defined abs. Usually, you weren’t this needy in the morning, but something must've been in the air. “I need you”

Your voice is barely a whisper but he hears you, his hand rubs up and down your side. “Hmm? What was that darling?” You know he’s teasing, you usually try not to give him the reaction he wants in this scenario, but it's been so long that you can't help yourself.

“Please” You're not any louder than you were before but he seems happy. Guiding you to sit in front of him, thighs over his hips as he sits up further. Your hands explore his exposed torso as if it's the first time, and his hands do the same, removing your shirt and connecting with your lips once more. It doesn’t take long for the makeout session to get more intense, soon his mouth is on your neck, sucking and nibbling away at the skin while his hands move lower on your body.

“Wait” He pulls away out of breath, his eyes wide and full of panic. He takes a moment to himself, gazes set on where he was on your neck just moments earlier. Eyes on your neck, eyes on you. He switches between you a few times, biting his lip as he does. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry”

He groans, burying his head in his hands. Confused, you pull his hands away, taking his face in your own.

“It’s ok, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” You smile reassuringly. The awkwardness of the moment is interrupted by your stomach rumbling, you both look down. “I think it's time for breakfast, yeah?”

“I’m gonna jump in the shower first but don’t wait for me”

By the time you’ve finished eating you find Chan still locked away in the bathroom. He reassures you he's fine, just enjoying the hot water, but you have your doubts. Leaving him be you start your errands for the day.

You return to a clean house, finding Chan over his laptop at the dining table. His eyes are so immersed in whatever he's working on that he doesn't notice you enter. You stay silent for a few moments, appreciating the glow he brings to your home. Crouching you place your belongings on the ground, quietly searching through the bags until you find what you are searching for.

“Chan” You sing out to him, watching as he jumps in his seat.

“Hey love” He smiles despite being shocked, You stroll over to him, a mischievous look in your eyes, hands hidden behind your back. “What's going on?”

“Nothing” You're a bad liar, but this only irks him further.

“Really? Nothing?” He spoke to you as if you were a child, playing along with your games. Rubbing your arm, he tried to expose what you were hiding, but you pull away, a smile remaining on your face.

“Come here, I’ll show you” Taking a few steps away, you speak once again, your voice enchanting him. Standing up from the table, he follows you, each step you take away from him, he takes one towards you. Pulling and pushing until you're up against the wall, lip between your teeth, grinning at him.

“Now, what was it you were gonna show me?” His hand finds your check, holding it softly. You jump at the touch, his hand cold to the touch. You decide for a moment if you want to tease him any further, but you can’t hold out that long. Instead, you hold your hand over his head, a fake mistletoe decoration now above the two of you. “Is that mistletoe?”

He laughs, his big smile and eyes scrunching the exact reaction you were looking for. “You're so cute”

“You have to kiss me now Chris!” He just looks at you, lips pursed together in amusement. ”Please!”

Just like his hands, his lips are frozen, melting against yours as the two of you move together, hearts beating as one. The kiss goes from sweet and little, to hot and intense much faster than you had anticipated. Despite pushing you away this morning, you had a feeling he needed this more than you did. He was hungry, desperate for you. His knuckles are turning white against your shirt. Occasionally his sharp teeth would catch your lips, making you gasp into his mouth.

“More” You whine, pushing away his aggressive kisses and begging for him. His eyes are dark, pupils expanding as he takes in your desperate state. “I need more”

Like a repeat of this morning, he moves from your mouth to your neck, starting with light pecks before it becomes sloppy and aggressive. But once again he stops himself, mouth hovering over your skin. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it tight. “Chan please!”

In your euphoric state, you think he's just teasing you, you don't sense the panic coursing through him. “I’m afraid of losing control Y/N”

“I’m yours Chan'' You want him to lose control, desperate to have the real him in your arms after so long of not having him. Another soft kiss is placed against your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Let go, Chan”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he loses any self-control he had, instantly baring his fangs and digging them into your neck. You scream out at the sharp pain. Even with all your strength, it's not enough to disconnect him from your neck. “Chris!” You cry out, tears rolling down your face. You begin to feel lightheaded as he sucks at your neck. Eventually, he steps away, hands still at your side holding you up.

Colour has returned to his face, but this isn't the Chan you know. His face is wild, teeth sharp and protruding from his lips. Blood, your blood, drips from his mouth, but soon he licks it off of his chin.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry, I can't help myself" His voice soothes any pain felt in your neck, but not for long as he goes back in for a second bite. “You just taste so good my darling”

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz #skz x reader #skz x y/n #chan #chan x reader #chan x you #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n

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powderblueblood · 5 months

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🎵+ Eddie pls

send me 🎵+ character name and i’ll write a lil blurb inspired by a song from their playlist (you can also request songs and i will do my level best. god is a dj and i'm god)

▶ THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

six cylinders under the hood crashing and kicking, aha! listen to the engine whine or eddie takes the van out alone for the first time and feels free

an: some younger!eddie angst for your nerves!!! i love writing about the Munson Men so i hope u enjoy this anon word count: 1k

Keys land with a coolness in Eddie's outstretched palm, sweaty and warm, blood pumping under the skin like a crimson whirlpool.

"I'm not about to argue with you any more, son," Wayne mumbles, shoulders slouched in surrender, "You wanna cruise around in that deathtrap, that's on you."

Eddie's mouth opens to bark out yet another instance of but it's not gonna be a deathtrap when I'm done with it! and recount all his promises of becoming a bonafide grease monkey, taking all the necessary measures to make the van good as new.

The van. His van.

He drops the argument, since Wayne's suit is always a good one to follow, and closes his fist around the keys. He's won this round. A ball of fire begins to ignite in his chest and if he's not totally hallucinating, Wayne, grumpy old Wayne, is fighting back a smile.

"I'll stay the speed limit, I swear."

The fuck he will.

"The fuck you will."

Eddie's guffaw echoes in the empty doorway as he trips over himself, running outside the trailer to embrace his new four-wheeled glory. Well, not new-- far from new, of course. She's a girl with a lotta miles on her, showing up and out in the paintwork he's going to make sure he manicures. She's no Impala but she is a Chevy, a beautiful broad-assed 1971 Chevy.

She's got the same birthday as Killer by Alice Cooper and Eddie is head over heels in love with her.

Eddie is also an incredibly reckless driver, so something this hardy is necessary. Evel Knievel over here would turn a Beemer into a pretzel soon as look at it, as evidenced by the Beemer he almost rams into while he's gunning it into Hawkins.

"Fucking watch it, freak!"

Eddie flings his head out the window as Alice keens from the stereo (that big, bumping, beautiful stereo) and wags his tongue in the direction of an irate Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who'd just got that new set of wheels for his birthday. Eddie knew that--everyone knew that--because he wouldn't stop peacocking it around the parking lot at school.

Well, compared to Eddie's ol' beauty, that fucking thing was puny.

"Eat my dust, pretty boy!"

He cruises down the main drag of Hawkins, marveling at his view from the driver's side. His elevated seat. His hands clutching the wheel. He even tosses a gentlemanly salute to a young mom and infant daughter that crane their necks to stare at him rolling on by.

Ladies.

See this, this is what it's all about. He's finally got the war machine he deserves. His ticket to the open road, his getaway car out of dodge, his method for hauling assloads of equipment around (once Ronnie gets that drum head fixed). Even his--dare he even think it--chick magnet.

Chicks love dudes with cars. Chicks like dudes with vans even better, because there's room in the back. Privacy. Shit like that is hard to come by when you spend most nights sharing a trailer with your aging uncle whose night shifts keep getting cut.

Not-- not that Eddie is exactly drowning in missed opportunities, but should the opportunity ever present itself, he'll be ready.

He's sourcing a shag carpet.

Eddie makes a couple more turns around town, even cruises by the school for good measure-- you never know which cheerleaders are hanging around after hours.

The most important thing is he feels completely unshackled in the confines of this van. Totally impenetrable. This is a space that he doesn't feel guilty taking, a space he doesn't feel odd or inferior in. Motherfucker, this is his all his.

He slows down his speeding on purpose when returning to Forest Hills, as if Wayne doesn't already know he's assaulting those gas pedals.

He slows down as he approaches the Munson trailer. He slows, and slows, and slows, and whines to a halt where Al Munson slaps both hands on the front of the van.

"Hey, kiddo."

Al Munson, his father, has been locked up in Blackburn Correctional in Lexington, Kentucky for the past eight months. Eddie's forgotten what for, or he didn't care to listen in the first place. Al Munson was not supposed to be out for a long, long time.

Al Munson always manages to find a loophole.

He reaches through that loophole, and he takes and takes and takes.

Eddie holds his breath.

"What, your old man doesn't get a big hello? Maybe a congrats on flyin' the coop, jailbird?" Al laughs and it's warm like the whiskey he sometimes lets Eddie drink with him. Al laughs and the fucking nightingales sing, the world shakes, everything becomes technicolor except the cloud hanging over Eddie's head.

Because, as Eddie so observantly notices, Al didn't come here with a car. He probably walked his ass all the way to Forest Hills, or hitched with some poor sucker he buttered up with stories and cigarettes and charm.

Wayne lingers in the doorway of the trailer. He can't meet Eddie's eyes.

He knew this was the one thing I had going for me. He knew this was the one thing I had left. The only thing that's mine.

Except the papers for the van don't say that. The papers say Al Munson.

He was supposed to be gone for so much longer that Eddie had hoped he'd forget about the van. About Hawkins. Maybe even about him, once and for all, and Eddie could inherit the only truly good thing his shitheel father ever had going.

Al, while remarkably charming, is not a man with a lot of patience. He slaps the side of the van-- not hard, but smart. "Out of the chariot, Ed," he commands. "Let's go, boy. I gotta jet someplace."

It occurs to Eddie that he has an opportunity on his hands right here. A massive fuck-you type opportunity. He could just peel out. Throw the finger to Al, and to Wayne for betraying him and not warning him about this in due time. Speed off. Take off for Indy and figure it out from there. He's got a full-ish tank of gas.

The one thing he's missing is his father's charm. He won't get far without it. It's the kind of thing you can't say no to.

No one says no to Al Munson.

Eddie, Eddie with his hair growing long around his ears and his seized shoulders and his cloud hanging heavy with rain over his head, is not about to start now.

"Just warming her up for ya, pops."

#powder room talk #Anonymous #e. munson by powder #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #al munson #eddie munson angst #i want to talk about the empty shell wizard of oz ass of al munson for 400 years and i'd love to be sorry for it but i'm not?#also this year one of the most heavily eddie munson coded songs of our time

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allthefoolishdreams · 6 months

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hiii!!! hope you're doing well <3 you already know i love you are strange, but i am so so curious about superchan and felix never bad! <3

hi!!! thanks i'm doing well, hope you are too <33

yes, thank you! blanket apology that i've been so slow with you are strange, but it's coming along!!

superchan: the funny thing about this file is that it's split into two sections: jeongchan's story and felix's story, neither are fully formed at the moment. i haven't really had much of a chance to work on it since i've been busy and trying to focus on you are strange first, but i can say a part of the plot for chapter two is that jeongin tries chasing down an exclusive interview with superman, much to chan's dismay, he eventually gets it because of his ace investigative journalist skills (or so he thinks)

felix's story, which again isn't fully formed at the moment, takes place over the course of felix's first year on earth as he grieves and learns to be human basically

i don't have a snippet i'm happy with for the main fic but here's a bit from felix's story:

"I can't believe I've been frozen for almost twenty-eight years," Felix grumbles, he still hasn't gotten used to the fact that it’s been so long. That Chris is no longer the baby that Felix was put in charge of protecting. In fact, he’s not even younger than Felix anymore. Chris is a fully grown adult, and on this planet he is a superhero, powerful and strong and protecting others all over the world. Clearly not in need of protection, and certainly not from Felix. His first instinct is to protect Chris still even if he doesn’t need to, because in Felix's mind it was just a few weeks ago that he was barely able to walk, let alone talk. It all makes him feel unbalanced because his one purpose was to take care of Chris and he isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do now. He frowns, "You were a baby to me and now you're... Old." "You're the old one," Chris retorts. "Not really," he says, "Being frozen does that to a person."

felix never bad: this one is actually my newest wip!! i actually had the idea for awhile now but never wrote it, i also have not actually written much more than two paragraphs for it. anyways, it's a seunglix fic based on the show dash and lily which if you're not familiar with is a series where the main characters become anonymous pen pals via a journal that they trade back and forth with dares to each other throughout the holiday season (hence the christmas evel ref). one of the characters is optimistic and loves christmas, the other is more gloomy and hates it (i'm sure you can guess who gets to be who); they encourage each other to try new things and of course fall in love through their words. it's so cute and wholesome, i want to write it for christmas but knowing me i probably won't have it finished in time for this year

#tysm for the ask!! <3 #jeonghoneyss #foolish musings #ask games #💌; superchan #🔮; you seek information

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manipulatorkaleidoscope · 9 months

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Idk why I didn't ask before but count nightfell headcanons- anime really didn't even touch upon the potential of him and zac being brothers, his double life, it's crazy

If you may, hcs about the rest of dead gran as well as phi and hyde were done. Which is like, evel, count night, kyle and even the goofy announcer, damon. You may split the post or something but just asking if you have something to say about them since they seemed low on your tierlist in knowledge.

Okay!! I’ll do Count Nightfell on this post. Then tomorrow, I’ll write about Evel and Kyle. I won’t make a post about Damon because I don’t have anything to say except that I don’t really like him and he was just super annoying (lmao Another was better!!) (Damon was like a ✨2/10✨. The only rewarding parts about him being like, his silly little devil horns and the fact that he works for Hyde.) (There, I ranked him.)

Plus I actually do have a few Count nightfell head cannons. Although most of them revolve around his relationship with Zac lmao. I find it crazy that the show didn’t touch on that part of Count Nightfell’s life, especially considering that that could have been a perfect way to introduce or even mention Zac (who was the only member of the supreme four to NOT make it to season 2 OR 3). Maybe I’m just salty cause I need more Zac lmao.

okay maybe I should actually write the headcannons now

yeah let’s do that 👍

Count Nightfell headcannons!!

He is actually very overprotective over his younger brother. (Like cmon why wouldn’t he Count Nightfell may steal beys but he’s not a b*cht)

Count Nightfell (along with Zac) is British

After the season ended, Hyde granted him residency to stay in dread tower and since then, he just comes and goes as he pleases

Count Nightfell now probably keeps his collection of stolen beys inside drear tower.

He tries his hardest to make it to most if not all the concerts that Zac has.

Also If you hadn’t guessed at this point , he as a generally good relationship with Zac (A.K.A it’s just me tired of the common “siblings hate each other trope and adding yet ANOTHER healthy pair of siblings in the bey burst cinematic universe)

Alrighty! Time for my personal Count Nightfell rating!

He is a ✨7/10✨. I’m not undermining him over other similar characters (guys I am totally not talking about Zac) and I find him incredibly silly and interesting and a good comic relief character (I mean, do you remember the scene where he tried to impersonate Ranjiro to steal Aiger’s bey and got it so right down to the bone except for mistaking Ranjiro’s favorite food with his own favorite food? Yeah that was hecking halerious.) It’s just that he has the same issue as Harry, just to a greater extent. NOT. eNOUGH. SCREENTIME. He is a good character. A great character even, but he’s not going to work that well if you only give him like 5 minutes segments across 3 episodes to really shine! Heck, even Phelix might have more screen time than he does! PHELIX. THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT ThAT FORGET ABOUT PHELIX( it’s ok I still love u Phelix.) But knowing that makes Count Nightfell seem so unimportant and small 😞😞. I think he would have worked better as a charather ( and probably have captivated my interest better) if you just gave him time to shine 👍

#count nightfell #beyblade burst #beyburst #bey burst headcannons #k is rambling about beyblade kids again 🤦

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summersnow82 · 1 year

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Somethin' Bad - Part 18

Summary: We get a glimpse into the Hackett's past.

Trigger Warnings: Attempted murder, abuse, pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Author's Note: I apologize for the delay - I've had some medical issues that have taken up a LOT of head space for me, plus it's baseball season for the kiddos. (Y'all, T-Ball is the cutest thing EVER!) Thanks for sticking with me. This chapter's a bit short, and I'll do my best to get the next out quicker.

Part 18

“Who did you lose, Travis?” The question hung in the air, and Travis let the silence grow between him and the younger man. Sean’s gaze didn’t waiver, and he seemed content to wait for an answer.

Travis looked away first, scoffing as he grabbed for the bottle again. “Shaddup.” Sean waited, his piercing blue eyes steady on Travis; blue eyes much brighter than Evie’s.

“Oh, honey, that’s… that’s a big question right there.” Annabelle was surprised her question was the one thing to seemingly throw Darlene’s composure. “I mean, you really should be asking Travis about this.”

“Travis isn’t here, though,” Annabelle replied gently. “And honestly, after what happened today I think I have a right to know what’s going on if I’m going to stick around.”

“Tell her, Darlene,” Frank’s said, stopping in his tracks to turn and look at the two women. They’d finally left Travis’ house, and Frank had insisted on carrying Annabelle’s backpack. She’d crammed as much of her and Sean’s things in as possible, and the weight was clearly getting to the older man. “Tell her,” he repeated. “She deserves to know if she’s going to continue seeing him. Needs to know what she’s getting herself into.”

Darlene sighed, resigned to the fact her husband was right. That didn’t make it any easier, though. “Oh, honey.”

Evelyn House was one of the prettiest girls in North Kill. Her beauty radiated from the inside out, only emphasizing her chestnut curls and slate blue eyes. She was fair of face with a figure like a 1950s starlet, and she was known for her keen intellect and gentle demeanor. It was odd to the townsfolk of North Kill she would willingly choose to date a Hackett boy, especially Travis. Despite their prestige and history within the town, everyone knew Constance Hackett had lofty goals for all her boys, none of which included dating a small town girl.

Travis, on the other hand, fell for Evelyn the first time she smiled at him from across the chapel during mass. She was surrounded by kids from their class, but it was clear she would have preferred to be by his side.

“Travis has always had that air about him like a wounded animal. Makes a kind soul like Evelyn want to take him in, and breathe life back into him.”

And she did.

Whenever Travis was around Evie he felt loved, important, seen. His mother’s criticism didn’t sting as much, and his father’s indifference didn’t seem as palpable. Constance noticed, and she did not approve.

“I planned to marry her. Planned to have a whole mess of kids with her. An unplanned pregnancy before the wedding didn’t bother me, but it sure bothered her pa.”

“I will never, ever understand parents who cast their children out,” Darlene said, shaking her head sadly. “Travis was so brave, standing up to Hugo, and telling him a baby was a blessing no matter what. Telling him they were going to get married anyway. Her daddy wouldn’t hear it, though. Said he’d give her the abortion himself.” Annabelle shuddered at the thought. “I’ve never seen Travis so terrified.”

Frank had slowed his pace, wrapping an arm around his wife as he sensed her grief. “Darlene took Evie in after that. The poor girl was too scared to stay in her own house.”

“She finished the semester out with me. Her parents didn’t even come to graduation, although I know her mama wanted to come. I knew Hugo was a hard man, but I didn’t know how hard.”

Annabelle felt a chill run down her spine, and the hair on her arms raise; some of the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Constance Hackett never liked Evelyn, but Chris and Bobby adored her. Travis was excited for the baby, and they were happy for their brother and soon to be sister-in-law.

“I suppose… you hope for something long enough when it eventually happens you don’t stop to question why it’s happening. I should’ve warned her. Should’ve been more suspicious. But I thought...”

“Evie wanted Connie to like her so badly, especially after everything that happened with her folks. She was so happy when Connie invited her over. ‘Just us girls’, she’d said. Had the boys set up to go fishing while they had tea and talked about the nursery Connie was working on.”

North Kill was quiet as Darlene spoke, as if the town knew what was coming, and it held too much respect for the past to make a sound. The trio stood in a small circle on the sidewalk under a tree slowly waking up to the coming spring. Silent tears ran down Frank’s face while Darlene’s eyes shone brightly with her own tears threatening to overflow.

Sean’s breath was caught in his chest. Travis had been silent for a long time now, staring off in the distance, reliving the past. When his eyes finally fell on Sean they looked vacant and hollow. “You’re lucky you survived that house, you know. Most of us don’t.”

Looking back, Evelyn admitted Constance’s insistence of having the nursery on the third floor was odd. Evelyn overlooked it, though, chiding herself for even acknowledging the mental red flag when Constance was making such an effort to bury the hatchet. One minute she was standing at the top of the stairs, and the next she was in the hospital in anguish.

Annabelle was shaking her head, willing away the words she knew were coming next. “No.”

“The baby didn’t make it,” Darlene whispered, a sob breaking through, and she buried her face in her hands.

Frank moved to wrap his arms around his wife, meeting Annabelle’s horrified stare as she continued to shake her head. “No. No.”

“Dunno if it was the surgery or the understanding of what happened, but Evie barely made it through. Her folks didn’t show for awhile. Her ma finally came by to say she could come home now that the baby was gone.” Travis’ mouth twisted into a hard knot, and he took another swig from the bottle.

“...and your mom?” Sean was afraid to ask. The nausea was building, bile rising in his throat as the story continued to unravel.

Travis cast a withering glare in his direction. “What do you think, college boy?”

Evelyn refused to press charges even though everyone suspected she didn’t lose her balance as Constance claimed. Any cordial feeling Constance had presented were gone, and she never stepped foot in the hospital. It was suspected, though never proven, that Evelyn laid on the floor far longer than Constance originally stated; an ambulance only gave Constance the illusion of caring, and the doctors suspected the bruising on Evie’s stomach was from more than a hard fall down several flights of stairs.

“Hank tried to get Evie to press charges, but she wouldn’t do it. Kept saying it wouldn’t bring back her baby boy. All it would do would cause Travis more pain, and she wouldn’t do that. Loved him too much.”

Annabelle felt cold all over. “Get in the house before someone dies,” she murmured, recalling Travis’s words earlier. She felt like she was going to be sick again. “Where is Evie now?” She asked hesitantly.

“Her aunt and uncle down in North Carolina heard the news. They were livid with her folks. Came all the way up here, and offered to take her back with them. She could go to college there, and what scholarships didn’t cover they’d take care of for her.” Travis shrugged. “Seemed like good people for the short time I met them.”

“He told her to go. Told her it was a chance she couldn’t pass up. Tried to seem casual about it, but I know that boy inside and out,” Frank said softly. “He cast her out like he did you because he knew in his gut what his mother had done. Knew it even if no one could prove it. Knew she’d try again, and this time Evie wouldn’t survive.” Frank held her gaze steady and intensely, and Annabelle knew he was thinking of what could’ve happened if they hadn’t shown up this afternoon. Annabelle’s chill grew. “He didn’t turn you out because he doesn’t love you anymore,” Frank said firmly, holding her gaze. “He turned you out to keep history from repeating itself.”

Sean swallowed the bile rising in his throat. Travis was wrapping his story up. “… last I heard she was teaching Kindergarten. Got married, adopted a couple a kids on account of…,” he trailed off, sniffing and taking a long pull from the almost empty bottle. “On account of my mother’s handiwork preventing her from having kids on her own.” He shook his head, laughing bitterly. “Called herself damaged goods. Said I should marry someone who could give me kids of my own.” Travis slammed the bottle down on the desk so hard a framed picture tipped off the side. Sean reached for it quickly, catching it before it hit the ground. “See how well that worked out, huh?”

Sean stared at the picture in front of him. Travis was in his army uniform, kneeling next to a little boy.

“My nephew Caleb,” Travis told him, reaching for the picture. “One of the few who tried to save you from that hell of a house.”

Sean was silent for a moment, trying to read Travis’ face. “I’ll make sure to thank him,” he replied softly. “Travis - ,” he began.

“Don’t.” Travis shook his head, tilting the bottle back to finish it off. “Just… you asked. Now you know.”

“So now you know,” Darlene said, her voice wispy from her tears.

“Yeah,” Annabelle replied quietly, nodding. “Now I know.” And I kinda wish I didn’t, she added silently. Because now… now she understood Travis on a whole new level. Now it felt like there was much more at stake than just ending a werewolf curse.

#somethin bad #travis hackett #the quarry travis #annabelle harris #sean landers #sheriff hackett #travis x oc #my ocs #time travel #constance hackett #frank welington #darlene wellington #north kill #the quarry fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic #ted raimi

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ooh that is so cool!!! i agree w u, im not rly ferling it rn either.. maybe its because i've moved cities and everything here still feels foreign like i will turn a corner and expect it to be my home city haha... so yeah the holiday cheer hasnt quite hit yet, but i am still excited to experience christmas and the new year in a new place ! even though im not christian i enjoyed going to churches to hear the christmas carols when i was younger so i hope i'll be able to do that this year as well :") do u also celebrate christmas, or another festival?

oh wow yeah christmas in a new city sounds exciting! but yeah i'd feel a little weird too trying to do the same things/traditions in your old hometown in a new environment. i've tried spending christmas in another country...and it did not feel like christmas at all HAH. if you don't mind me asking, what country are you from? and what traditions do you usually follow for the holidays?

ooh yes churches have the best christmas presentations. i hope you get to hear a great choir on christmas eve (or whenever) and get good seats! we usually stand because we get there too late and the church is a full house. what are your favorite christmas songs? (and is christmas evel part of that list LOL)

we definitely celebrate christmas! it's pretty much just about family and eating the whole christmas period here. any presents/skz merch you're hoping to get this year?

#...now i want christmas ham #skznta22

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frostbite-yume · 1 year

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I refer to my self-inserts with third person or first person pronouns interchangeably and inconsistently, rarely I use to we to encompass both myself IRL and as a self insert. All use she/her. All of them share my disabilities to some degree, but the severity, symptoms and specifics change. The traits of my F/Os don’t necessarily reflect reality.

Disclaimer that some of my S/Is are villains or murderers, but (hopefully obviously) I am not actually a murderer, a member of the mafia, or anything like that. I like my S/Is to fit into canon or mostly canon lore, so most of the time it’s for story purposes or simply for fun. Don’t actually kill people I hope goes without saying.

All images made with Charat Genesis2.

Ayumi WIP (愛夢秘 WIP)

M ILGRAM

16 - 18+ (Ages with cast)

Human

The 12th and final prisoner of MILGRAM, a very quiet girl kept here for her own alleged murder. At first extremely skittish and frequently upset about her circumstances, she’s come to enjoy the routine comfort of the prison.

The idea of being deemed guilty distresses her greatly, though she’s found solace in her new friends. Regardless, she’s hesitant to talk much about her life before the prison or what crime she’s being judged for, even if to plead her case.

-4′9

-Hair is longer than in image, roughly hip length

-Horns are part of a headband, not real

-First outfit is uniform/outside world normal clothes, second is Milgram prison outfit

-Not supposed to be a striped dress, but a white dress with straight jacket like straps/fasteners around it, like this, this or this

-Haven’t figured out a precise placement for the straps yet

Ayaka Tenma (彩歌天馬)

P roject S ekai: C olorful S tage

Teenager

Human

The fraternal twin sister of Saki and younger sister to Tsukasa, Ayaka has the same illness as Saki. In contrast to her sister, it’d made her rather timid and lacking confidence. Skipped most of middle school due to illness and now attends school part-time at Kamiyama’s night class, 1-D.

Once her big brother got a job at Phoenix Wonderland, Ayaka wanted to know everything about it as an avid theme park lover. After expressing interest, she was introduced to the cast of the Wonderstage, and they quickly recruited her to help their small team. She’s very nervous at the prospect of performing on stage, but eagerly assists backstage with props, costuming, scripting, set design, choreography, lyrics, and so on.

She met Kanade during her time at the hospital, and Ena as an upperclassman at school. After befriending both and hearing them mention a music group they were apart of, Ayaka asked and ended up as an illustrator, writer, and singer for 25-ji, Nightcord de.

-4′9

-Outfits in order are Kamiyama High’s female uniform, casual clothes, Wonderlands x Showtime stage outfit, and Nightcord at 25:00 unit outfit

-Hair should be much more orange, with a gradient to it (orange-blonde on top, orange on bottom), like this

-Fangs

Takako Nakahara

B ungou S tray D ogs

???, appears young

Artificial humanoid

[WIP but notably she’s completely mute and a Port Mafia member]

-Very very short, haven’t decided exactly but less than 4′9

-Longer hair, roughly hip length

-Pure white skin

-Flower thing on hat is the best representation I could find for hat pins

-Oversized coat, black gloves underneath

-Tail doesn’t have an arrow tip like it does in the image, it’s more like a dragon tail

-Floor length tail

-White, slit pupils

-Fangs

-Horns go through holes in hat

Sung Jin-U

S olo L eveling

[WIP, undecided, teenager of some kind?]

It’s complicated

[WIP]

-4′9

-Much longer hair, roughly just above knee length

-Slightly oversized hoodie

-No tip on tail, dragon-like tail

-Tail long enough to drag on the floor

-Fangs and claws

#pinned link

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starwarsgirl198 · 1 year

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I commissioned this from KaelaCroftArt ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Supreme Commander Vernius was staring down at the floor hologram that showed the battle that was happening beyond the energy shield that her commander center was at. It also showed the space battle above that Grand Admiral Vernius was leading. She wore the green and black uniform of the Military of her Empire. She had the badges of her rank pined to the right side of her jacket. Tendra had her hands clasped behind her back, spine straight as she stood at attention. Both Republic and Imperial forces fought against the Separatist forces, she was in command of the ground forces while Qatai was command of the aerial forces. While Tendra didn't mind following the orders of a Jedi, Qatai had a problem with it. And Ren said that she was the mean one... Qatai made a cranky Wookiee look like a cuddly weakling...or something like that. That and Qatai didn't like Jedi or Sith, neither did any Faberian but at least they could put aside their dislikes for the sake of the war. Qatai couldn't and always made snide quips about their beliefs, though that didn't help her attitude towards them when one of the Jedi said that Qatai felt like a Dark Sider in the Force. It was a good thing that Kalene could control Qatai but the kindest and calmest of the Vernius sisters had threatened/warned the Jedi not to say that again because it was an insult and that next time, she will let Qatai attack. She shook herself out of her thoughts as she took a datapad and looked down at the screen, reading the orders. "Alright, we destroy it with Heavy Cannon Battery when the energy shield is done." Tendra said as she handed the datapad back to her aide before she looked back at the hologram. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Supreme Commander of the Faberian Military of the Faberian Empire, Tendra Vernius. This is the eldest of the Vernius sisters, this is Tendra who is quite famous for shoving her younger sisters off perfectly high (built) objects like evelator shafts for example.

#Vernius Family #Imperial Family #Faberians #Faberian Empire

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Winter Warfare | CHRISTMAS EVEL - STRAY KIDS ADVENT CALENDAR

PAIRING Hyunjin x fem yandere!reader

GENRE horror

WORD COUNT 3.8k

SYNOPSIS Secret Santa was something you wouldn't miss for the world, so when your manager suggested a workplace event you were thrilled. Instead of one gift on Christmas, each workday you surprise your secret Santa with a new present on their desk. It started with small trinkets and chocolate. But on the 8th day, you decided to show your secret Santa how much you really cared.

WARNINGS yandere behaviour, implied self harm, murder, y/n is really mean to hyunjin (not to his face though, in a letter but :(( still)

A/N uhhh im editing this at 5am so if its kinda jank my bad

MASTERLIST

When it came to Christmas, you hadn't matured at all. Yes, you were an adult with bills and responsibilities, but you couldn't help the joy that built up inside whenever the weather began to cool. Or when the dark night throughout your city started to be replaced with bright lights hung up by store owners. From the small changes such as stores playing Mariah Carey nonstop to the bigger changes in your life, a tree in your lounge and the smell of pine throughout your apartment.

This enjoyment of the holiday session was not only reflected in your home life but also seen at your workplace. It didn't come as quickly as it did in your home, but not long after December started there was tinsel and lights decorating your otherwise dull office space. A tree near the entrance of the break room. Your receptionist handed out candy canes to every child who was dragged along to meetings with their caregiver, with school closed it was unfortunate for those whose parents worked full time, sitting in an accounting meeting was one way to spend your winter break.

Despite this meeting being not of importance, you're still embarrassed at entering five minutes after it has started. You stand at the door of the conference room, hand hovering over the handle. You're not sure if it's your lack of sleep or excess caffeine consumption or both that's making you so anxious. Before you get a chance to open the door yourself, the golden handle disappears away from your hand. Your eyes move from your feet up to the face in front of you.

A man with long blond hair looks at you with wide eyes, mouth parted in surprise. Your expression matches him as you take a moment to process. He wears light grey suit pants, and a cleanly pressed button-up shirt tucked in at the waistline. Hyunjin was the culprit, leaving the meeting five minutes in. He steps forward, forcing you back as he shuts the door.

“Shouldn’t you be in there?” You gesture to the room he just left from, confused why he was leaving so early.

“What?”

“The secret Santa meeting, you are doing it right?”

“Oh wow,” A smile emerges on his skin, taking his lip in between his teeth to stop a laugh. “I’m heading to the meeting now, but you’d find it is actually in room B,” He points to the door down the hall from where the two of you stand before gesturing to the door behind him “Not room A”

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, half laughing, half trying to hide your embarrassment.

“It’s ok, we’re both gonna be embarrassed walking in there,” With an arm around your shoulder and eyes on his wristwatch, he walks down to the correct door. You joined the company only a month after Hyunjin did, yet you were still a year younger than him which allowed him to treat you as if you were his younger sister. A playful relationship you enjoyed within the serious nature of your work. “almost ten minutes late”

Removing his arm he quickly grabbed the door handle, nodding at you despite the shaking of your head and panic in your eyes. Holding back his laughter, he bowed with his arm over his waist, opening the door for you to enter first. All eyes landed on you as the door swung open, soon they were at the figure next to you, presumably Hyunjin.

“You’re late” The anger in your boss's eyes was almost unbearable, you knew he had a low tolerance for this type of behaviour, even for something as silly as a secret Santa meeting. “Sit down, right now”

The two of you silently take your seat across the table from each other as your manager continues explaining the rules of a game you know all too well. With the rules ingrained in your mind already, it allows your thoughts to wander. Your eyes focus on the man sitting in front of you. Despite him only seeing you as a younger sister, he was so much more to you.

Your heart swelled anytime you were around him, beating fast and hard as you tried to contain your excitement. You met him through work and at first, your relationship with him was awkward. You had never had a coworker so attractive and charismatic so when he initiated the conversation with you first, you just froze, cheeks burning hot. It was honestly embarrassing how much he impacted you.

As your relationship with him grew you tried to push those feelings away. Not only had you developed a strong friendship that you didn’t want to ruin with unrequited feelings, but you knew you had no chance with him. You saw how other people in the office looked at him, this was also their first time having such an attractive and charismatic coworker.

Every now and again these feelings would bubble back up, and despite your efforts to keep them down, Hyunjin would light you back up and force you to act like a nervous wreck around him once more. One of his favourite ways to do this was physical contact. Of course, whether it was an arm over your shoulder or simply playing with your hand while you spoke, it was never intentional. Your interaction with him earlier bought these feelings back, and each time they emerged it was stronger than the last.

“Y/N?” When you snap out of it you see your manager standing next to you, holding a box filled with paper and the names of your coworkers. “Don’t tell me you’re not doing it this year?”

“Of course not” You smile at him, reaching in and grabbing a name out of the pieces of paper left. As soon as your arm has left the box he wanders off to the person sitting next to you.

Looking at your lap, you unravel the paper. ‘HWANG HYUNJIN’. Trying your best to swallow your heart down isn’t enough, you're choking on your feelings. You now had a way to show him how you felt, you knew it was a long shot and you had a lot of competition. But you weren't going to back down from a challenge.

You couldn’t contain your excitement at the fact you got Hyunjin for secret Santa. It was the perfect match-up, you knew everything there was to know about him. Right after work, you went to the store. Picking up all his favourite chocolates, snacks and art supplies. Things you knew from your previous outbursts of your crush. You felt childish calling it a crush, but the things you made it do were childish. Things you put behind you. This time you were going to do it correctly, instead of sneaking around you were going, to be honest about your feelings. After wrapping the array of gifts you had bought him, you sat down with your laptop and opened your notes.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I know this secret Santa isn't like the ones in the past, instead of one gift on Christmas day I have chosen to spread out your gifts through the days. You should have received the first week of them by the time you are reading this letter and I hope you enjoy each and every one! By the time Christmas comes around, I’ll give you the rest of the roses you are getting today. This time, it won’t be anonymous. I hope you can accept my feelings after this letter. Because the truth is, I love you and have for a while now. Ever since the day I started working at this office I have had feelings for you. Every day when I wake up and go to sleep, my first and last thoughts are of you. Every time I see you I get butterflies. Every time I get to talk to you my heart lights up. I’ve never felt this way about a guy before and every time we talk I know you don’t feel the same way I feel for you and it makes me sad. But at the end of the day, the truth is that I’m always thinking about you. I will always love you and I need to tell you.”

You wipe away the stray tear that falls down your cheek, stopping it from hitting your laptop. You didn’t even notice the tears building up in your eyes as you typed. But he bought out these feelings in you.

Printing out the letter and putting it away in an envelope with a kiss was the last of your prepping for secret Santa. Now all you had to do was wait.

You had been observing Hyunjin's reactions to your gifts all week. He was pleasantly surprised each day. Enjoying his snacks and paint sets. His previous reactions determined your actions today, but you felt as if it was the right decision. You made it to the office as early as you could, concealing three roses in your bag and heading into the break room. Moving as quickly as you could, you lay the roses down in his cubby hole where he kept his bag throughout the work day. Lastly was the letter, which you were hesitant about, but being hesitant in the past only left you with regret. One last kiss you placed on the envelope before leaving it to be found by its new owner. Anxiety built up as you sat in silence, waiting for the tall blonde man to enter the office.

A laugh that was all too familiar to you echoed down the hall. You sat up, picked up your phone and sipped on your coffee. All behaviour that you played off as natural. His smile stays bright as he enters the room and lays eyes on you.

“You’re here early kid” He walks past, bag in one hand as the other comes to flick your forehead. You let it happen although you still flinch at the impact.

“Yeah, I went to bed too early last night and couldn't sleep this morning” The lie comes off of your tongue more naturally than most things you said. It was your language.

He takes a deep breath seeing the roses in his cubby and you freeze at his reaction. The sharp pain of anxiety reemerges in your chest. He picks up the letter, leaves the flowers and puts his bag away. His poker face is almost non-existent. Instead, his face drops, dread replacing what was joy only moments earlier. “You ok?” You ask, trying to be calm about the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you about it later” He stuffs the letter away in his bag before leaving the room, leaving you in silence once more.

Your day was painfully slow, each second that passed slowly chipped away at what was left of your positive mood. Despite the bad reaction you got this morning, you couldn’t let him know you were upset. So you worked as you normally would, laughing anytime Hyunjin stopped at your desk to deliver a one-liner about your manager.

But when the pain truly hit you was when you sat in your bed, listening to Hyunjin ramble down the phone about how uncomfortable he was with the letter he received. He mocked the writing you used, discussed how angry he was that someone would use secret Santa as a way to convey his feelings and how he was worried about the day the person would come forward and tell him face to face. The cherry on top of all of this was how he felt about you. Oh, how lucky he was to have such a good friend like you! And that’s all you'd ever be.

A friend.

You lay awake long after the phone call. At first, you were silent, staring at your wall while you tried to contain the pieces of your broken heart. When that didn't work, it came out in cries. Violent crying shook your entire body with your sobs. All you could see was pure red anger by the time your tears had dried out. You wanted Hyunjin to feel that same red burning pain.

Sitting back at your laptop, you opened up another note.

“Dear Hyunjin,

I hope you are happy with yourself. You have thrown away the one chance of love you will ever get. You are good looking and you let that get to your head, it has turned you into a nasty selfish human. Do you think everyone just loves you? Well after today you have lost a friend. You will soon have no one if you keep this act up. And even if you decide that some girl is up to your high standard, she will never love you the way I did. Notice that Hyunjin? Past tense. The passion inside me is still there but now it is full of hate.”

In a hurry you print out the paper, not bothering to find an envelope to seal it in. Instead, you grab the small cardboard box next to your printer, shove the letter away and reach for the roses from the vase of water that sat in. But unlike yesterday when you were careful with the thorns, it pricks your hand. The pain shocks you out of your mad furry, making you drop the sharp flowers against the floor. Looking down you see a small drop of blood forming against your palm.

Mesmerised by the colour, you turn your hand allowing the blood to drip on the paper. The red looks nice against the white of your letter. Decorating the words and sealing in your pain. But Hyunjin deserves more than just a drop of your pain. Picking up the flowers once again, you use the thrones to paint him a bigger picture of what he has done to you.

You arrive at work early once again, bandages on your arms are covered by your long sleeve shirt. You shove the box into Hyunjins cubby and don’t bother to wait around and see his reaction. You want to see his fear, his disgust, out in the open. You want to see him try to hide it as panics, knowing someone in this room has done something evil because of him. Without knowing, a grin has grown on your face.

“You’re happy” Looking up from your desk, you see the man himself but in a much better condition than you had anticipated. He has a bad poker face, if he had seen what you left him he would not be this ok.

“Just excited for Christmas” The holiday that started this all was only four days away now. And your excitement was still there somewhere, it was buried deep below the anger you had for the man standing in front of you. “You opened your present from your crush this morning?”

“After yesterday I’m gonna wait til I’m home” His voice is low, just in case whoever left the love letter yesterday is listening. “You know me, wouldn’t be able to hide anything on this pretty face” He leaves back to work, blowing you a kiss on the way out.

The kiss sent you back down into a pool of love. You didn’t hate Hwan Hyunjin. You were madly in love with him and he had a letter that said otherwise. As much as the bridge between the two of you had burnt, you weren’t going to let it float down that river. You needed to salvage the rubble of what was left.

You needed to get that letter.

You waited in the parking lot until you saw Hyunjin leave, then another couple of minutes just to be safe. Once you knew he was out of sight, you left in your own vehicle, driving towards his house. If you were correct about his routine, he would shower as soon as he got home. Although his routine did not usually include a gift from someone he perceived as a freak.

With your car parked down the road, you got out and made a quick walk to his yard. You were lucky that you were correct about his routine, seeing the light in his bathroom turn on. You needed to move fast and quietly. But not to be too sneaky as to alert his neighbours, you had done this many times before you shouldn't need to worry, but you had never done it with him at home.

Making your way up his porch, you flipped over the flower pot next to his door and grabbed the spare key. His lock was loud, but you prayed it was not louder than his shower, which you could now hear running. The risk of sound was one you had to make, you had no choice. You needed to get to that box. With a click of the deadbolt and a creak of the door, you were in. You left the door unlocked, needing to be able to exit quickly.

Despite not being the first time at his house, you were still unfamiliar with the layout, making you lose time as you searched for where he could've left his work bag. Finally, you see the bag on his bed and you make your way to it.

You once again find that your best efforts were not good enough. As soon as your hands are on the box, you hear the shower turn off and the bathroom door open. With no other option, you find yourself under his bed key still in your hand as you watch the box rise and fall on your chest with every deep breath you take.

Soon your attention is turned to the feet walking along the wooden floor. With a hum he sits on the bed, stretching down and pulling on a pair of socks before standing again and dropping the towel to bunch up around his now-covered feet. Despite only being able to see his feet and calves, this is the most intimate you have been with your love. Without thinking, your hand reaches out. You want to feel him, his bare skin against yours. But as he reaches down to pull on his underwear and then pants, you stop. Lying flat against the hard wooden floor once again. You just need him to leave, to go to the bathroom once more, to go anywhere but here. One moment is all you need to leave. Sure once he returned he would notice the present is gone. But in no way would he connect that to you.

Instead, he stands silently. Presumably doing something on his phone or looking at himself in the mirror. Each second that passes you find it harder to hold your breath still, taking shallow breaths to stay quiet leaves you out of breath, only making it harder to not make a noise. With each breath comes panic and that panic only amplifies as you hear him ringing someone.

First, you feel your phone vibrate again and it's too late. Your phone starts ringing out. You're frozen. Knowing you have been caught, knowing that it's over for you and Hyunjin. You watch him jump at the sudden noise, he's scared. But all you are is upset. You know that it's game over for you, but you can't help but silence your cries.

You watch as he steps away from the bed slowly. “Hello?” His voice is shaky, nothing like you're heard him speak at work. When he doesn't get a reply, you watch as he slowly lowers himself to the ground to investigate. His face drops when he makes eye contact with you. “Y/N?”

He stands back up, shocked to find you there. At first, you think it's relief in his voice, happy that it's you under his bed and not someone wanting to rob or kill him. It brings you a sense of peace that maybe this won’t go as bad as you imagined it to. But as you pull yourself out of the bed and into a standing position to explain your situation, you see that is a pure terror on his face. He’s pale, chest rising and falling so fast you think he's about to explode.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” His voice is still shaky, even more so now as tears begin to roll down his face. He makes eye contact with the box you still have tight in your grasp. “Are you my secret Santa?”

You say nothing, following suit in the tears decorating your own cheeks, but with none of the fear.

“Give me the box Y/N” His voice is stern and filled with anger. You shake your head no. “Y/N! Give it here, I’m not asking”

When you still refuse, he pulls it out of your hands. There's no fight from you, you know it's over and you are frozen in place. As he opens the box and witnesses what you had left for him, the satisfaction you had imagined feeling this morning is now replaced with guilt and regret. If he looked scared before, he is petrified now. He doesn’t even need to read the letter to feel sick about the situation.

“Is this your blood Y/N?” You nod yes.

“How did you get into my house?” You shrug your shoulders, refusing to make eye contact with him. “Y/N!” He snaps, making you jump. “Please please please” He begins to break down as the full gravity of the situation weighs on him.

“I’m sorry” You finally break your silence, your words were broken, and you truly feel remorseful.

“You need to leave Y/N, now”

“What?” You step forward, making him jump back but you're quicker. Holding onto one of his hands. “I can’t leave you, not now”

“What are you talking about Y/N? This is insane, yes you need to leave” When he goes to pull his hand away, you tighten your grip, making him yelp in pain.

“I’m not leaving you Hyunjin” You smile for the first time since you got here, eyes shaking with tears as you try to find some sort of peace. “I love you”

“Please, you’re hurting me” The strong man you knew from work is gone. The man you loved is replaced by a scared dog. One that needed to be out of its misery.

“It’s ok, it’s over now” Pulling him closer with the grip on his hand, you readjust the key you still held and plunged it into his neck. His eyes go wide as his hand desperately tries to stop the spray of blood. You let go, watching as he falls to the floor in a panic. He paints his room red. One last picture before he gets to spend eternity with you.

#stray kids #skz #hyunjin #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x reader #skz x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n

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Tony hawk pro skater 5 hidden characters

TONY HAWK PRO SKATER 5 HIDDEN CHARACTERS PRO

TONY HAWK PRO SKATER 5 HIDDEN CHARACTERS SERIES

Beat the entire game on Medium difficulty and unlock a feature that allows you to follow a day in the 2015 life of Tony Hawk as the character skates courses like “cruising to water aerobics class at the YMCA” and “picking up our arthritis medication.”.

In “California mode,” there will be 100 times more empty swimming pools available for your shredding pleasure.

*Only applies to female characters aged 16 and younger.

Complete “Ultimate Grind Mode” on EXTREME difficulty and unlock “Bump & Grind” mode in which your skater must dodge an overly aggressive R.

Unlock “Ultimate Grind Mode” and your created skater will get an office job and work there 50 hours a week for the next 30 years before enjoying a modest retirement.

TONY HAWK PRO SKATER 5 HIDDEN CHARACTERS PRO

Entering the Konami code on the start screen loads a fully playable original version of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater! This change is irrevocable.In a nod to the legendary stuntman, you can unlock “Evel Knievel mode,” where your character slowly gets old and dies of natural causes.Players will be thrilled to repetitively fail to ollie for the first time, followed by six weeks of real-world time delays to heal that broken clavicle after an errant pop shove-it. In the style of increasingly realistic graphics and gameplay of the Call of Duty series, THPS 5 has an unlockable mode that features lifelike skate game physics.

TONY HAWK PRO SKATER 5 HIDDEN CHARACTERS SERIES

You’ll have hours of fun playing the latest installment in the series you originally loved as a kid, when you’d stay up all night beating every level with Funyuns-stained fingers, hopped up on Mountain Dew and unaware of life’s many eventual crushing disappointments.īest of all, though, is that THPS 5 is loaded with hidden features! So while you revisit your awesome childhood, be sure to unlock these 12 awesome levels, characters and game modes: Great news, gamers and nostalgia enthusiasts: Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 5 is finally out! Online players who log more than 500 hours of gameplay will get the opportunity to be randomly searched by DEA officials in “hopes of disproving the connection between skaters and recreational drug usage.Posted By The Robot Butt Staff on in Staff Posts.First player to reach one trillion points receives a fully functional hoverboard.Mainstay hidden character Officer Dick’s signature trick “Assume the Position” has been updated so that it is only used when skating against black players.Potential add-ons include Willy Wonka, John Wilkes Booth and Mrs. THPS 5 will allow players to vote on which characters they would like to see added to the roster.Posted By The Robot Butt Staff on in Staff Posts

#Tony hawk pro skater 5 hidden characters

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wanderlustlazarus-blog · 7 years

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"An incompetent attorney can delay a trial for months or years. A competent attorney can delay one even longer."

Evelle J. Younger

#Evelle J. Younger #quote #Evelle Younger

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Godspeed You! Black Emperor — all lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling (self released)

all lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling by Godspeed You! Black Emperor

But somehow the story of the mysterious Godspeed cassette... people were more into that than the actual truth, y'know?

Efrim Menuck, Kreative Kontrol #667

So yeah, it’s not a Godspeed You! Black Emperor album in several significant ways, let alone some sort of great lost Godspeed You! Black Emperor album. But to be fair to the many people out there who have pined to some degree or another to actually hear this first credited release, originally only dubbed onto 33 cassettes and so thoroughly inaccessible for so long that some called it a hoax or a prank, it doesn’t really feel like anyone really expected it to be. If you heard about all lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling at all, the few apocryphal details usually included were fairly deflationary. A demo tape, maybe? Possibly a joke with friends? And, uh, a lot more singing than you’d expect from a GY!BE release. Now that someone has, literally years after the band’s Efrim Menuck predicted, just posted a copy of the thing on the internet (and they’ve responded by making it available on Bandcamp with the proceeds going to a charitable effort to provide medical oxygen to the Gaza Strip), the mystique of that “lost” cassette gets to recede and reveal the stranger and more interesting reality of the music here and its context.

So, back in 1993 a much younger Menuck, during a less comfortable time in his life, decided to make what he now describes as “a retirement letter.” He would go out to the bar and then come home and do a first-take recording to a four track. The next day he’d try and arrange the results into a song. After generating about 70 minutes of material, he put together 33 copies of it on cassette, credited to “god speed you black emperor!”, gave 12 or so copies away to friends and sold most of the rest of them when invited to open a show in Moncton, New Brunswick. Being invited to play that show and not just wanting to be one guy on guitar is when Menuck pulled in friends Mauro Pezzente (who does play on one track on the tape) and Mike Moya, and what I guess we have to call the ‘real’ Godspeed You! Black Emperor was formed in the work they did together, moving forward and adding eventually many more people. That’s why the bandcamp page for all lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling specifies “no relation to the band that followed” — in a very real sense, Godspeed is the band that formed after Menuck made this music.

That doesn’t mean the music here is unconnected to Godspeed, or indeed the other music Menuck has made with them, or Thee Silver Mt Zion Memorial Orchestra, or solo, or in various other groups. The biggest obvious structural difference is that many of those groups would be able to cover 70 minutes in a mere handful of tracks, whereas here there’s 27 of them, arranged in collage style. It’s not just as if you took a Godspeed track and gave each segment its own name and track index (which they come kind of close to doing anyway, and the Bandcamp release of this one just present each side of the cassette in two longer tracks, with individual tracks noted in the description), those segments are often much shorter and less directly or melodically connected with their surroundings. And, of course, there’s no string ensemble. But the thematic similarities, assisted by the fact that Menuck’s literal and stylistic voice is already strongly present and more overt than at least on the early Godspeed records he helped create, are strong: a rage at crushing inequality, mordantly bleak humor, a bit of a desire to just fuck things up and challenge conventional pieties, even the underlying love of others and belief that we all have to pull together or we’re doomed. All that plus a hilarious Evel Knievel sample to start things off. It’s ramshackle and frequently obnoxious (for better and for worse) and lo fi and raucous and sometimes might make you think of Eric’s Trip and sometimes might make you think of, well, Godspeed You! Black Emperor.

In certain corners of twitter and other parts of the internet, there was a palpable wave of excitement, sometimes an intensely emotional one, that swept through first when the long-sought after leak suddenly appeared, and again when the band confirmed it by posting an official version. If in one sense it’s hard to square those feelings with the actual reality of the album (which is very good and of definite, specific interest to Godspeed fans, but also seems likely to wind up being many fans’ least-favourite Godspeed record), it’s much easier to do so with the story and aura that naturally built up around it over the years. Who loves a band, finds out they put some super early release that nobody seems to have heard, and doesn’t want to finally hear it, just a little? Maybe it’s only fitting that a group as singular as Godspeed You! Black Emperor should wind up with juvenilia that’s far more interesting and distinct than any proto-F♯ A♯ ∞ could be. Even if, really, it’s not a Godspeed record as we understand that term today.

Ian Mathers

#Godspeed You! Black Emperor #all lights fucked on the hairy amp drooling #ian mathers #albumreview #dusted magazine #guitar #lo-fi #cassette

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Christmas EveL: The Heist | 3

collaboration of 4 authors: @taecup-fics @freckledwinterfalls @crispy-chan @pufflix for the HOI ficmas event

summary: you’ve always had a strange affinity for the outlawed holiday known as christmas. chris, your boyfriend, never understood your dangerous fascination with something so incredibly illegal. now, when you’ve decided to hold a christmas party that could very likely get you killed, will he and his friends help you? successfully pulling off this insanely risky heist will mean you get to host the party of the century. But if one thing goes wrong, the government will come for you all…

pairing: bang chan x f.reader

genre: fluff, very mild angst; action, romance, humor, heist!au

wc: 6.7k

warnings: language, heists, mentions of oppressive government and guns, mild innuendos (PG-13)

a/n: hiii <3 this is my part for the ficmas event hosted by @houseofincantations. it's a collaboration with the three authors mentioned above. I'm super excited to post this -- we've all worked really hard on this fic. please show it some love and don't forget to let us know if you enjoyed <3 || masterlist

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After all you've been through in the past couple of hours, after all the fear and adventure, you never would've expected that the hardest part of your plan comes after the heist.

“Why isn't there a single catering company willing to prepare food for us?” Chan groans, slamming his fist on the table in exasperation. Running his hand through his hair, he sighs after yet another unsuccessful call. His brows are furrowed and you can see the creases beginning to form at the top of his head.

You suckle your lower lip, rubbing circles on his back in hopes of calming him down. “It's okay, Channie. We'll figure something out.”

The quivering of your voice makes Chan soften up, his muscles relaxing as he pulls you into his embrace. He can hear the guilt in your voice and he already feels guilty himself for making you sad.

“You're right,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “After everything we've been through, I promise you that the party will happen.”

And Chan does stay true to himself. Like a montage in a new action movie, he starts running around the apartment, pulling down all the blinds and making sure all the doors and windows are locked. After he is convinced that the entire place is sealed and wire-tap-proof, he grabs his phone and dials Jisung's number.

Thirty minutes later, everyone is gathered in your living room.

Most of your friends have settled themselves on your couch (Jisung in particular getting a little bit too comfortable in your usual seat), leaving Chan in the kitchen to prepare some beverages and snacks. He enters the room with a tray full of goodies for all of you to feast on.

While you're trying your hardest to prevent Jisung and Felix from spilling the grape juice on your brand-new rug, Chan and Minho unroll an old, dusty map of the city with three locations circled with a bright red marker. You immediately recognize them as the three most suitable areas for the party that you and Chan chose after narrowing it down from a potential thirty old barns or warehouses.

“This,” Chan points to the circle in the south, “is where we're currently hiding the ornaments. It would make sense to throw the party there since the old barn was renovated a couple of years ago and the family that was supposed to live there never actually moved in. The indoor facilities are perfect, however, there is one major drawback.”

The room suddenly goes quiet, all eyes focusing on Chan, or rather—his back—as he stands over the table, squinting at the large sheet of paper splayed in front of him.

“What's wrong with this place then?” Minho is the one who breaks the ice, throwing his arm over the older boy's shoulder. Chan scrunches his nose at the action, feigning disgust as he swats the younger boy's arm.

“It's only half an hour away from one of the government facilities. Basically, if anyone rats us out, we're dead meat.”

A thick, heavy silence engulfs all of you. The boys, one by one, exchange worried glances before Jisung finally asks the question that's lingering on all your minds.

“What are the chances of us transporting all the ornaments and decorations without getting caught?”

This time, it's Minho who answers him. “Not very high. After we broke in, the government officials declared a state of emergency so all roads are under constant surveillance. We'd have to be really sneaky for this to work.”

A long, drawn-out sigh leaves your mouth as you try to go over all the possible difficulties you may face. This entire ordeal is starting to look like one big mistake.

Just as you're about to lose hope and suggest that you cancel the party plans, Felix's loud voice echoes in your ear making you wince. “I have an idea!”

He turns his head to whisper something to Jisung, whose lips immediately curve into a smirk that mirrors Felix's. A pang of worry hits you when you feel both their gazes on you, and you can tell this won't end well for you.

“I know how we can transport the decorations so don't worry about that. Focus on the preparations instead.”

—

“There. All done.” Jisung shuts his laptop, stretching his hands and yawning loudly. The fuzzy blanket is sliding down his shoulders and you can almost see a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth but right now, you want to give him a massive hug for what he's done.

“But are you sure that they, you know… that they won't find out about us?” You bite down on your lip nervously, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. You know Jisung is a skilled hacker, however, it doesn't stop you from being both scared and cautious.

Your lives are in his hands, after all.

Jisung pouts in your direction. “You don't trust me, Y/N?”

You sigh. “I trust you, Ji. Of course, I do, but I want to make sure that all my friends, you included, are safe. This entire ordeal was my idea and we almost got caught before.”

“Y/N,” Jisung whispers, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I promise you that I'm taking all the needed precautions for us to stay safe. I posted the info on a few servers that are hidden from the government. Everything is in code so you'll need a really skilled hacker to crack it.”

Suddenly, a loud, forced cough makes you two jump and turn around to find Chan standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the younger boy.

You almost burst into a fit of laughter as you watch Jisung scramble to excuse himself before he dashes out the door, leaving you and Chan alone in the room.

You turn around to your boyfriend, still giggling when you notice his serious expression. For a second, your grin falters as your gaze falls down to his chest where his toned arms are crossed over each other, muscles bulging.

Yeah… you now understood why some people were intimidated by him.

“C-Channie?” you whisper as he stalks closer to you with a glint in his eyes. You can't help but feel shivers run down your spine as Chan shoves his hands in his pockets before looking you straight in the eye.

He raises a brow when he notices the way you're evading his gaze, trying to look at everything but him. A large grin breaks out on his face, his dimples making an appearance as leans closer to peck you on the lips.

You release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. “I had you there, didn't I, darling?”

“You're such a goof, Chan. For a second there, I thought you were genuinely jealous of Ji.”

His gaze hardens. “That idiot has no business being so affectionate with you,” he breathes out, “but don't worry. I know you love me the most.”

“Well…” you pretend to be lost in thought. “I've known Ji for ages…”

The blood in his veins freezes as he pins you against the nearest wall. “Y/N… you're playing a dangerous game.”

“I know.” Comes your cheeky reply. “I like watching you get angry—reminds me of a ripe tomato.”

At that, Chan can't help but roll his eyes and chuckle at your antics. As much as you confuse him with your cheeky attitude and crazy ideas, he can't help but fall for you even more whenever you say something so endearing.

Chris just finds you adorable—everything about you screams love to him and he can't help but marvel at the fact that you're his.

He's been pining after you for years, something that the rest of the squad loved to tease him for, so it still manages to knock his breath away whenever he realizes that the two of you are together.

Feeling a little sentimental, he pulls you into a bone-shattering embrace.

“C-Chris?” you stutter, surprised at the sudden wave of affection. “Shhh,” he cajoles, burning his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling your comforting scent. “I came to tell you the masterful plan Felix came up with. Figured you'd prefer hearing it from me, rather than them.”

“Sure. It can't be that bad, it's Felix after all… right?”

Chan groans. “Yeah well… the thing is, Felix thinks that the best way to distract the guards is for us to pretend to be an arguing couple and that I should propose to you at the end. I tried talking him out of it but the rest of the guys agreed that it’s the best option we've got now.”

Your brow shoots up. “You should… propose? Really? Seems a bit excessive to me…”

“Yeah…” he trails off, ignoring the small pang in his chest. “I agree. However, if we think about it, the idea itself isn't that bad. If we play it right, maybe we could actually do this.”

You stifle a laugh. “Okay. I'm in, but it's you who will have to do most of the legwork. I mean, proposing to me, phew. That'll be hard to act out and you know… make it look genuine.”

The soft raise of your voice makes him alert, ears perking up to see if you'll say anything else—continue the conversation after you've unlocked the gate to uncharted territories, however, you stay quiet.

He can feel the erratic beating of his heart as a fleeting thought passes through his mind.

“It won't be hard at all… Not when this is something I've been dreaming about doing for such a long time.”

—

The preparations for the party have been going smoothly. A couple of days have passed since all of you gathered at Chan's apartment to come up with the framework of the plan. You spent the past 72 hours going shopping for the ingredients (since you decided to cook your own food for the party), raiding the arts & crafts store so that you could DIY some posters, and sneaking into a forest to find a suitable Christmas tree.

You had a little trouble with the last one since none of you were sure which trees were actually used to celebrate the holiday. The boys even cut down a few trees that they thought would be suitable but turned out to be the wrong kind.

“For the last time, Jisung, I'm sure this isn't the kind we're looking for. This looks like silver birch.”

“And how would you know? Maybe any tree can be a Christmas tree.” Jisung whined. “Last time I checked, you weren't a tree expert. You know just as much as we do about Christmas—meaning you don't know anything.”

Rubbing the top of your head in exasperation, you shot him a glare. “Yeah well the last time I checked, the bark of a Christmas tree isn't supposed to be white, dimwit.”

Behind you, both Felix and Minho howled with laughter and Chan simply rolled his eyes.

Swallowing down whatever arguments Jisung had on his tongue, he lowered his head like a puppy, sniffling before he let go of the tree, letting it roll down the snow-covered cliff. You could feel your eyes soften as you watched him struggle to part with the object, a single tear running down his cheek.

“Jisung.” You called his name softly, feeling guilty for snapping at him like that. You knew how sentimental he was at heart and it physically hurt you to see him sad. “I'm sorry. But let's not lose hope! We'll find the right one soon. I'm pretty sure it should be some type of cone tree. Maybe a pine…”

As you listed off different types of trees, a loud bang echoed through the forest making you all turn around to follow the source. From the corner of your eyes, you managed to catch sight of a black van that was currently making its way through the thick of the forest, getting closer to your group with each passing second.

“Fuck.” Jisung breathed out, taking a hurried step back before turning around and sprinting away. “It's them.”

“RUN!” someone hollered, but at the moment, you couldn't tell who it was. You couldn't tell anything, actually. Including where your legs ended and where the frothy snow began. You learn that as your knees give out, making your entire body topple down into the frosty pile as your friends are running away from the vehicle.

Just as you were about to land face first in the snow, a strong arm managed to catch you by the hood, effortlessly pulling you up. A small squeak left your lips as your back collided with Chan's toned chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady your body against his.

“C'mon, darling. Let's get out of here.”

Chan gripped your hand with his, his fingers tracing circles over your knuckles. You almost melted into his touch. You cursed yourself earlier for not bringing any gloves but now, you were glad that they were forgotten on your kitchen counter.

However, Chan's pace was a lot quicker than yours and in less than a couple of minutes, you were already breathing heavily, exhaustion seeping over you.

“C-Chan,” you wheezed over the chilled air. “I-I can't go anymore.”

Your boyfriend turned around to examine your face, a small frown appearing on his lips as he mumbled, “I'm sorry, Y/N. Just a little bit further.”

With that, his grip on your hand tightened and he started running even faster, dragging your spent body behind him. His jaw slackened when he heard the sirens behind you—they were even louder than before. Dread washed over the two of you as the distance between you and the van slowly diminished.

“On the count of three, we'll turn right.” You heard Chan mumble as he slowly started counting.

“One… Two… Three.”

The force of the turn almost knocked you out, and Chan struggled to hold your limp body against his as the two of you ended up leaning against a tree.

“Shhhh.” He pressed his finger against his lips, perking his ears for any sound that's out of the ordinary. Both of you held your breath as you heard the sloshing of the tires—the van just passed you.

“Chris—” You released the breath you were holding, still breathing heavily from having to run so much. Panting, his palm rubbed your cheek and he leaned closer to you to peck your lips.

He was about to pull away but your hand on his neck prevented him from doing so. Instead, you pulled him closer, releasing all your pent-up emotions into the kiss.

“Ehm,” a loud cough rang through your ears, you and Chan jumping away from each other like your lives depended on it.

“Although undeniably happy that your relationship is flourishing despite the less than pleasant circumstances, I think I should point out that we’re still not completely out of danger.”

Jisung sniggered at Minho's formal speech, adding his two cents to the matter. “Yeah well, Felix and I don't appreciate you two swapping saliva while our lives are endangered. Leave the risqué for when it's not risky.”

Minho simply rolled his eyes at Jisungs lame pun and watched Chan shoot the boy a glare, which in turn caused the young hacker to hide behind him.

The three of you continued bantering like a couple of kindergarteners, the Christmas tree no longer on any of your minds. That's when, however, your eyes caught sight of something truly exquisite.

Felix noticed your focused gaze and searched in the distance to find what caught your attention. And there, he saw it—it's perfection.

The medium-sized tree stood in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by small bushes littered with tiny red fruits that distantly reminded you of cherries. You later remembered reading about the deadly effects of the plant in an online article.

The tree was a majestic pine, so beautiful that it knocked your breath away. The lush, green needles coated the branches, and crystal-like snow glazed the tree in a shiny coat of pure white.

It was breathtaking.

Your hand extended forward, finger pointing to the piece of greenery. “That's it,” you whispered. “That's the tree we're looking for.”

Chan rested his ear over your shoulder, straining his eyes to find the tree you're talking about. “The one over there?”

You nodded in agreement.

“Let's go grab it and get the fuck out of here,” Minho hollered, running towards the tree. “Felix! Bring the pick-up—we need to be as quick as possible. I'm pretty sure security is close.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Felix raised his right hand to his head, nodding in understanding before he took off in the direction of your truck.

And that's how you got the 10-foot Pine tree in the back of your pick-up truck.

In the front, you can hear Jisung and Felix bickering over who's entitled to have the last Oreo. An old Christmas song is blaring from the radio, courtesy of Minho who managed to snag a few Christmas CDs from the government facility.

“Channie?” You whisper from your cozy spot on his chest, slowly raising your head to look him in the eye. Your boyfriend can't help but coo at your sleepy state. “Yeah?”

“Is everything gonna be okay? Do you think Felix's plan will work?”

His gaze softens when he sees you tiredly rub your eyes. Today's adventure—if you could even call it that; Chan would prefer the term reckless endangerment—has worn you out. The adrenaline is still pumping in his veins; however, it seems like you've run out of energy.

“Don't worry about it, princess. Go to sleep.”

These are the last things you hear before your eyes start closing, a sleepy yawn coming from your throat. Chan presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and you manage to give him a weak smile in response before sleep takes over you.

You don't notice the way his hand digs into his pocket, almost as if he's moving something around.

—

You awaken to the soft screeching of the tires as Felix makes a sharp turn to stop the vehicle and parks it in a small clearance surrounded by bushes and weeds. Almost propelling forward from the impact, you quickly latch onto the closest object in your vicinity, which happens to be Chan.

“Did you sleep well?” He whispers, running a hand through your hair, smiling sweetly. Your eyes are still dazed but you nod in agreement, slowly sitting up and stretching your achy limbs.

“We're here now,” Felix states the obvious. “Do you guys remember the plan?”

You shuffle uncomfortably in Chan's hold, already dreading what you'll have to do. “Yeah… We remember, Felix.”

You don't even really know what you're afraid of in the first place. It isn't your acting skills—after all, you've been acting your entire life, pretending that you had no affinity for the winter holiday. However, the idea of you and Chan arguing scares you… It scares equally as much as the proposal itself.

Maybe you're afraid that either of you will get lost in the fight, spewing insults at each other. What if Chan won't be able to propose to you properly? What if he'll accidentally reveal his true colors—that he doesn't want to marry you in the slightest.

You understand that though, of course you do. Both of you are still young, just beginning to navigate this world on your own. But that doesn't stop you from pondering about the future and going through all the what if's.

“Y/N?” Chan's raspy voice tickles the nape of your neck. “C'mon, we have to go now.” Slowly standing up, you jump off the truck, ignoring Chan's extended hand, instead shoving your hands in your pockets.

Minho stumbles out of the truck to tell you, “Don't forget to drag it out. Oh, and don't forget to be dramatic—you really need to distract them. If you won't grab their full attention, we may not be able to slip through, or worse, they may catch us and later put two and two together and realize that you guys are with us.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear Minho repeat what you've been told many times. Not only was the success of your entire “mission” dependent on the performance you'd have to show now. Your entire livelihoods depended on it, too.

“It's gonna be okay.” You hear Chan say next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. “We just have to pretend we're in a really intense argument.”

Taking a deep breath, you bend over to scoop up some of the snow, choosing the one with a powder-like quality. Turning around to face your boyfriend, you dip your middle and pointer finger in the mixture, grinning as you slather it all over his nose and cheeks.

Chan raises a brow in surprise but quickly catches on. Before you can even blink, he's rubbing in the wet mixture across your face.

Jisung, Minho, and Felix watch in astonishment as their main two actors (who are supposed to get them out of here safely) play in the snow like a couple of kindergarteners.

When you notice that all three pairs of eyes are on you, the heat rises to your cheeks and you pull your scarf tighter around your face in hopes of escaping their heavy gazes.

“I-I… I figured it would be more believable that we're lost if our faces look frozen.”

“Yeah,” Minho quips. “Of course you would.”

Under his breath, Chan grumbles some-less-than-tasteful words that make Minho stop in his tracks, but alas, the thief knows he's got no chance against his older friend. Chan would most likely wipe the floor with him.

“Are you guys ready?” Felix adjusts the small devices on both your and Chan's heads, ruffling up your hair to hide them from view. Your nod is the cue for him to continue. “We'll be able to hear both of you the entire time with these. If there's something we need to tell you, you'll hear it. If anything goes wrong, you know what to say. We'll tell you when we're on our way with the ornaments. A friend of mine will come to pick you up.”

“Okay. Let's go.”

Turning around to give you a reassuring smile, Chan slips his hand in yours and starts walking in the direction of the little booth where the security guards reside. The dainty diamond ring jingled in his pocket, along with the rolled map.

“We're gonna pretend we're lost, alright?”

You exhale. “Yeah. And it'll escalate into an argument before you… you know.”

“Yeah.” His ears are beet red. “Then I'll propose.”

When you asked Chan if he even had a ring, he simply waved you off, telling you not to worry. Everything is taken care of, he whispered with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

As the two of you begin approaching the booth, you slip your hand out of his grip, immediately shivering at the cold. You take a step back from Chan in hopes of making the act more believable.

“We're lost, aren't we?”

Chan looks at you, shooting you a wink before he scowls. “I'm telling you we're not lost.”

“Not lost?” An ugly laugh leaves your throat. “You're trying to say we aren't lost? Please—we've been walking in circles for over an hour. Liar.”

There's a surprising amount of venom in your voice and for a second you're afraid that Chan will misunderstand your anger. The small smile he gives you, however, reassures you that he's aware this is all an act.

“Yeah well, if you'd ever take part in planning anything, instead of just letting others do the work, we could've already been there.”

You wouldn't admit that the insult sent a small pang through your heart, instead, you focused on the fact that the guards were starting to look in your direction.

“Maybe if you wouldn't spend all those hours at the gym, we could've left the house before dark.”

For a second, you're afraid that you've gone too far. Chan spending hours exercising was something you two talked quite frequently about. Though it never reached an argument, Chan could tell that you were usually quite bitter when he returned home a lot later than expected. And as much as he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, he needed a place to blow off some steam. The gym just happened to be the perfect place to do that.

All the anger evaporates from his body as he pulls out the map. You try to touch his arm in hopes of wordlessly conveying your apology but he simply swats your hand away.

He walks up to the guy hidden behind a glass panel, adjusting his coat before he asks. “Excuse me, do you perhaps know how to get to this park?”

The security guard squints, unable to see where Chan is pointing to and simply shrugs. You feel fear course through your veins when you realize that getting the man to move from his post will be harder than expected.

“See," you whisper angrily. “I told you it was useless. Nobody knows where this place is.”

The man—sensing that another fight was about to occur—steps out of his booth and takes a look at the map. His brow lifts when he sees the name of the park circled in red but he realizes that he has no idea where it is.

“Park! Jung! Come here for a second,” he calls and you and Chan release a breath when you see the other two guards running in your direction. Your boyfriend takes advantage of the situation and quickly squeezes your hand to let you know that everything will be okay.

When the two younger guards arrive, all five of you are bent over, looking at the giant map and trying to figure out where this mystery park is.

Chan almost has to stifle a laugh as he watches them confusedly point at the map, thinking that they've figured it out before quickly realizing that they're still as lost as they were before.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Felix starting the engine as he's about to drive past. You're afraid that your cover won't be enough so you try to signal to Chan that you need to do something, perhaps step up your game.

A groan leaves your lips when he doesn't react—likely, he hasn't noticed your half-assed attempts at making him notice you. What now?

You take a deep breath before spitting out: “There's no point, Chan. They don't know where this stupid park of yours is. I don't know why you even want to go there but I want to go home. It's ass o'clock and we're lost in the middle of nowhere. You can go on this trip of yours another day.”

The three men turn to you, brows raised as they examine the both of you. Your cheeks burn in humiliation as you wonder what you should do. Chan is still in shock from your little speech, mouth slightly parted as he carefully calculates his next words.

“P-Propose to you…” he breathes out, eyes wide and sparkly. “I-I wanted to propose to you.”

All four heads turn to face him and the security guards are taken aback. They're distracted enough by your charade that they completely miss the black pick-up truck soaring right behind you.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips but Chan's heavy gaze makes you freeze in your spot. Despite the fact that your friends are long gone, he doesn't seem intent on stopping. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a diamond ring.

Going down on one knee, he holds the silver band in front of him. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Your first reaction is to start crying. Despite trying your best to blink away the tears, they still keep rolling down your cheeks like down a waterfall. “I-I…” you gasp, placing your palm over your mouth. Right now, it's just the two of you, the three guards in the background blending out into a soft buzz.

Wiping the tears off your face, you squeal. “O-Of course I will. I-I love you, Chan.”

The man smiles, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he carefully slides the band on your ring finger. A pleasant warm feeling courses through your body and you can feel your cheeks heat up as Chan slowly stands up. His arms wrap around your waist before he hoists you up bridal style and spins you around.

It's the most beautiful moment of your life and you can hear the guards cheering in the background but at the moment, the only things you can register are you, Chan, and the sparkle in his eyes.

You're lost in the moment, and when you hear Chan's phone ringing in his back pocket, the heartwarming feeling shatters into a sad reality.

None of this is real.

The ring burns on your finger like a reminder of this short-lived fantasy.

—

While Chan is still high off the feeling, grinning to himself like an idiot, your smile isn't genuine. The pain gnaws at you from the inside, eating you alive as you try not to melt in Chan's embrace.

You're in the backseat of a silver sedan, one sent by Minho. His friend, Wooyoung, is behind the wheel, and he doesn't bother to ask a single question during the entire ride. You assume that his only order was to come to pick you up.

Chan's arm is tightly wrapped around your shoulders, something that causes you further unease for the first time in your life, and his thumb is rubbing your knuckles, occasionally nudging the silver band that sits snugly on your finger. It seems to only bring him more joy as he rearranges the ring, smiling to himself and planting soft kisses along your neck.

Fear sits at the back of your mind, making your body tense more (if that was even possible). The reason you're afraid is quite simple—the entire proposal was… too perfect. When you first heard that the plan involved Chan faking a proposal, you weren't really that concerned. You assumed that it would be half-assed—nothing too serious and the two of you could later laugh it off. What you didn't expect, however, was the raw emotion you'd feel once he'd get down on one knee in the snow.

The realization that you're helplessly in love with him hit you like a freight train, knocking your breath away. You didn't know that you'd actually like it--scratch that—you loved it.

When he peered at you with his big, sparkly eyes—ones that held pure adoration and hope—you felt like the happiest person alive. The way he grinned, his cheeks bunching up and eyes turning into little crescent moons—it was that smile.

The one that initially made you fall in love with him all those years ago.

His voice brings you back from your thoughts.

“I'll run you a bath once we get home,” he whispers. “My princess deserves to rest after today.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words and unable to reply, you choose to pretend you're asleep, relaxing in his hold.

A few minutes later, you're snoring softly against his shoulder.

—

“Thanks, Wooyoung,” Chan gives the younger boy a smile before scooping up your sleeping body and carrying you towards his apartment. He watches as he drives off, tires screeching against the asphalt, and thanks his lucky stars that the two of you got through this safely.

When he spots the glimmering silver band around your finger, he feels the corners of his mouth twitch.

Holding you up with one hand, his other reaches to pull out his keys to unlock the front door. He struggles with pushing the buttons on the elevator, a few curses leaving his mouth but in the end, he reaches his apartment door safely with you tucked in his hands.

Unlocking the door with a grunt, he's ready to lay you in bed and jump in next to you, his eyes glazing at the pleasant thought. Except, there's an unexpected surprise waiting for him in his own apartment.

There, splayed across the couch, lay your three friends, and what's worse—they've got an array of snacks all over your coffee table.

A small, protruding vein appears on Chan's forehead as he watches the trio feast on the contents of your entire pantry. Just as he's about to chastise them and kick them out, Jisung slowly stands up, drawing his attention.

“I see you've brought home the beloved Mrs. Bang.”

Judging by the wiggling of his eyebrows and the teasing tone in his voice, Chan discerns that the younger is joking. For the sake of his own sanity, he decides to let it be and focus on getting you to bed.

“How did the proposal go?” Minho asks, smacking his lips as he devours another Cheeto.

“How did you get into my apartment?” Chan counters, impatiently tapping his foot against the hardwood floor.

Minho only chuckles in response. “I'm a thief, Chan. Bypassing locks is literally in my job description.”

When the older scowls, Minho continues. “Tell us though—did you stutter during the proposal? I remember seeing you practice in front of a mirror—I hope that the practice paid off.”

Sensing that Chan's pot of patience was about to boil over, Minho quickly shuts up and scurries to hide behind Felix. The driver—the only one with thinking straight now—rolls his eyes at his older companion.

Tossing the Oreo wrapper in the trash can, he turns around to face Chan (whose ears have turned beet red). “The two of you should go get some sleep now. I'll make sure that Minho and Jisung leave, don't worry. We'll come pick you up tomorrow afternoon to prepare and the party will start at seven.”

Chan nods, too sleepy to bring himself to do more but in his mind, he thanks Felix for taking care of the situation.

He says his goodnights and heads towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

—

Today's the big day– D-day if you will. The day you've been all preparing for… the day that it's been building up to.

And surprisingly, you aren't really nervous.

Chan seems to be quite jolly too, something that brings you immense joy and you can tell that today will be unusual.

At precisely 12 pm, Felix, Minho and Jisung are waiting for you downstairs, honking multiple times to get you to come down faster. Hastily throwing your things in your bag, you slide your hand around Chan's as the two of you run down the staircase, ready to take on whatever fate has prepared for you.

The ride in the van is anything but quiet. The stereo is blasting with Christmas tunes from the CD Minho snagged and you instantly recognize the song as “All I want for Christmas Is You” by Leriah Darey or something along the lines of that.

When all of you arrive at the warehouse, Changbin and Hyunjin are already there, setting up the garlands and fairy lights while munching on gingerbread Felix baked.

“It looks… beautiful.” You breathe out in awe, spinning around the room in pure joy. Hyunjin grins at your reaction, pulling out a black remote controller and pressing one of the buttons. All of a sudden, the fairy lights start flickering, shifting colors from green to red and back again. You stare at it in shock, mouth parted open as Jisung cackles.

“I had no idea that all it took to impress you was a few fairy lights.”

From behind you, your boyfriend shoots the hacker a glare, but even he can't deny the beauty of this place. It is magnificent, even more so when Felix and Hyunjin turn the lights off, allowing you to see how the place would look in the evening.

Suddenly, someone starts loudly clapping. “C'mon guys. We need to start preparing—no time to lose!”

And that's all the encouragement you need to start working.

At first, you divide the work fairly amongst yourselves. You and Felix are decorating the sugar cookies and the gingerbread men. Behind you, Hyunjin is wrapping presents by himself, scowling whenever Jisung or Minho accidentally drop an ornament on his head.

That leaves Chan and Changbin, who are doing all of the heavy labor. The two of them have rolled up the sleeves of their t-shirts, not leaving much to the imagination as their muscles bulge while carrying various boxes from the van.

Said boxes are filled with everything imaginable: food, drinks, more decorations, costumes, and last but not least, the shimmering Christmas tree star that's carefully wrapped in multiple layers of bubble wrap.

With more stuff to do, each of you starts working even harder with one end goal in mind.

You're gonna throw the best Christmas party in the world.

—

“Chan,” you yell over the loud, booming music, carefully clutching the plastic cup in your hand in hopes of not spilling punch all over yourself. “Have you seen Felix?”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He lowers his head to whisper in your ear. “Stay with me for a bit, babe. I've barely got to see you since the party started.”

It was true—ever since the first guests came bursting through the door, you were constantly on your toes, running around from one place to another. You couldn't help it—with so many people around, accidents were bound to happen, drinks and snacks were bound to run out, and neither of these issues would fix themselves.

As such, you haven't yet had the chance to enjoy yourself. Sensing that, your boyfriend takes the cup from your grip and places it on the nearest elevated surface. Slowly, the two of you start swaying to the music, and, despite the protests lingering on your tongue, you let Chan guide you across the dancefloor when a slow song starts playing.

Chan grins, tightening his hold around your waist as your hands slide to go around his shoulders. You allow the rhythm to move through your body, becoming one with the music.

At this moment, you feel like the entire world is at your fingertips. Everything disappears, and it's just you, Chan, and the soft melody in the background.

When you catch his gaze, Chan slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours. You feel sparks fly and it's like fireworks are shooting across the sky.

Sadly, all good moments are meant to end.

A loud boom echoes through the warehouse, making you and Chan jump away from each other. All of you focus your gazes at the main gate, and to your utter horror, you spot two figures dressed in bright red Santa suits at the entrance.

It's them.

They're making their way towards you, almost as if they know it's your work and Chan protectively steps in front of you, hoping to shield you with his own body.

As the two guards pull down their white ski masks and Santa hats, your heart clenches at the sight.

They're just kids.

Okay, maybe kids wasn't the right word—they were definitely adults—but you could tell that they couldn't be older than you guys. In fact, you would guess they're a year or two younger.

Their expressions seem stoic at first, but upon closer inspection, you can see the layers of fear and guilt hidden beneath. One of them—the one with the sharp eyes and fox-like features—pulls out his comm and you can't help but notice the way his hand trembles.

Just as he's about to bring the device to his mouth and call for backup, Changbin's voice rings through the silence.

“Don't do it.”

His eyes begin to water as he keeps his hand down, silently pleading for him to give him a reason not to do it. It's obvious he doesn't want to do this… not again.

a/n: if you've read this far, thank you!! i hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next chapter <3 don't forget to let us know all your thoughts (aka feedback is as always appreciated). tysm <3 stay safe

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